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I got the ticket through a friend’s boss. It seems he was planning to go without his wife, until she found out. My friend Kent was already booked into a ski bum bash at Vail, so I scooped up what turned out to be the experience of my life. Even the food tastes different to me now, somehow. But all that is jumping the gun a little bit. Let’s slow down and take it all from the beginning.

I was at my desk running the last of my Y2K checks on my system when my friend Kent called with the offer. I kind of liked the idea of a New Year’s Costume Party. It was certainly different. But when he said it was a production of the strip club we went to for his bachelor party, I almost dropped the phone. Hell yes, I wanted those over priced tickets to Paradise. 

I hadn’t even thought about a costume at that point, but I was damn sure I wanted to see all those gorgeous women in whatever they would be trying to wear. My cock got hard at just the though of it. 

My costume was my girlfriend, Paris’s idea. Paris was a beautiful, adventurous redheaded divorcee, 5-foot 9-inches tall, and weigh 155 pounds with very smooth, milky white skin and medium size breasts with nice sensitive nipples. 

Since it was highly unlikely that we’d know anyone at this shindig, I went along with her harebrained scheme. What the hell, right? Who would know it was me in that little nurse’s outfit anyway? 

Paris was going dressed as a doctor, so it would be fun, right? Well, at least that’s how I rationalized it in my head, at the time. 

She spent weeks getting our outfits together. 

I had to try mine on several times for her to ‘get it right’. Although, I know that, towards the end, she was just getting a kick out of seeing me in a dress. That was okay, though, because I made her serve up a blowjob with each fitting, to keep my men’s pride up in the face of cross-dressing, of course. I could tell she liked the ploy, because she did the last fitting in just a pair of panties and tried to suck my cock out of my body by the root. Thank God the party was coming up the following week. My poor cock was in need of a rest. 

Tragedy struck at Christmas. Paris’s father died on Christmas Eve. As we’d only been seeing each other for a little over a year, I couldn’t arrange the time off I would have needed for the flight to Atlanta for the funeral. I’d like to have gone very much. Paris was so in love with her Daddy, that I wanted to be there for her, but work wasn’t going to wait for a relative I hadn’t even met, let alone been related to. To her credit, though, my beautiful brave girl understood completely and marched boldly on by herself. 

I had thought about not going to the party, I mean, half of my costume had flown south. The thought of seeing all those sexy sights, however, brought my internal compass right back to true. The real problem was, my costume dresser had also flown south. I wrestled with the problem all of the week between Christmas and New Years. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I called my sister, only to find out later that Paris had beaten me to it by a full day. 

Now Lucy and I had always been friends, except when we were trying to kill each other, but this was uncharted territory for us. You should have seen the look on my face when she jumped at the chance to go. It wasn’t until later that I found out I’d been set up. 

Her husband had to work and our mother had insisted that all the grandchildren come to her house for the night, in the event the world really did come to an end. 

That left Lucy free to come to the party with me. Cool, but I found it interesting that our mother had chosen to face the Apocalypse with her grand kids and not her kids. When I remembered that such would mean spending New Year’s with my Mom, well, I chose not to dwell on it too much. 

Lucy is a bigger girl than Paris, and would never have fit into her costume. Nor was she inclined to do so. She said she had an outfit all picked out already. She insisted, thought, that I still wear the nurse’s outfit that Paris had made. She spouted endlessly about the time and love that Paris had put into it. I suspect, however, that she was grooving on seeing me in a dress too. Again, I chose not to dwell too much on it, pussy that I am.

Finally, the big night arrived. We had called Paris at her Mom’s early in the afternoon. She said she was doing better, but was a bit worried about her mother. 

Then Lucy got down to business, getting all the details on how Paris had planned out my look. You wouldn’t believe what this bitch had had in mind. 

My own sister stripped me nude and tossed me in the tub. 

After a vigorous protest and a rousting defeat, she barged into the bathroom and shaved my legs bare. The feeling couldn’t have been more foreign to me and was unmatched in my experience, right up until Lucy shaved my pubes off too. 

I was wide eyed and rendered speechless. My sister, on the other hand, carried on like she was a girl with a doll playing dress ups. The indignities continued. Next came eyebrow plucking, facial shaving and one of those stocking cap deals that hold hair under a wig. I tried desperately not to look at myself in the mirror.

Lucy took a little too much pleasure slipping the silk stockings on my newly nude legs. By the time she strapped that bra on and filled it with ‘my breasts’, she was openly giddy. I wanted to slap her, but she was so pumped up, I probably would have been seriously hurt in return. We went on. Rembrandt went to work on my face. 

My God, do you women really have to work that hard to achieve a look? Granted, Lucy was trying to sculpt a feminine look from a masculine rock, but…. damn. It took forever. 

You know how, in show business, they talk about hours of make up? Try three hours, friend. I thought my face would fall off. I was stunned, though, when she made me look in the mirror. I secretly wondered whose face I was looking into. Then it hit me, Mom’s. I shuddered a little.

Lucy finished dressing me and then she went off to get herself ready. I waited far less time for her than it had taken her to do me. During the waiting time I seriously had to think about whether I was going to do this or not. I smoked damn near half a pack of Lucy’s cigarettes, and I hadn’t had one in four years. I was growing lightheaded and that’s where I think I lost the idea of chickening out. 

Lucy came out of the bedroom at that point, dressed in an overcoat. When I pressed her to see her costume, all I got was a ‘later’. We dashed through the lobby and sped away before both of us could change our minds one final time.

The club was a nondescript building on the outside. On the inside, however, it looked like a Sultan’s Palace. 

The waitresses, bartenders and assorted staff were all decked out like Harem girls and boys. Again, we chose not to question these things too much. 

I checked my specially made cape and held my hand out for Lucy’s coat. I almost dropped it when I saw what was underneath it. Now I’ve never been one for big girls, like my sister Lucy and probably because of her, but I was instantly jealous of my brother in law. 

My beautiful, blonde 5-foot 4-inch, 120 lb., size 4/6 (depending on who makes the cloths), perfect looking sister had on a negligee that alternated black silk with a sort of netting like fabric that showed off her curves, but none of the good stuff. 

I was absolutely floored. I hadn’t seen that much of my sister since we were babies. And believe me, I have no memories of such an event. She was gorgeous, and needed to be told soon because she looked scared enough to bolt at any second. I leaned over and kissed her cheek softly.

“Damn,” was all I needed to say, her shoulders relaxed and we headed for the bar. 

We’ve all heard of Sodom and Gomorra but has anyone actually been there? I believe I have. The things I saw at this party have corrupted my soul and I’m now Hell bound just for being there. And I wouldn’t change one minute of it.

First, I stopped a Harem girl with a tray of Champagne. Her breasts were clearly visible beneath her purple top. They were mighty nice too. I suspect her pussy was also visible, but I couldn’t see through the tray she held. Oh well, I moved on. 

There were the usual things I had expected to see, a man and woman in matching leather underwear, various married women in their limited lingerie and the occasional husband who made some sort of effort to look somewhat sexy. There were a few unattached guys there and looked obvious enough to get arrested. But it was the girls that made the extra effort that really caught my attention.

I saw a woman in a real grass skirt with an orchid-lei. Her skin was not the deep tan of the Polynesians but she looked good anyway. 

Another woman was decked out in an outfit made entirely of sparsely laid out leather straps and a matching black cape. I deduced she was trying to be some sort of sexual super hero. I would let her rescue me any day, believe that. 

Another pair of college age girls had worn their cheerleading sweaters with white socks and sneakers. It seems they had also shaved their pussies bare for the event and were so proud of the job they did, they just had to show everyone, for they forgot the skirts that went with the sweaters. 

A man across the room wore nothing but a stuffed sheep on his cock. I don’t know how he attached it to him, but I’m guessing he didn’t keep it up all that time. 

I myself, though, was having no hydraulic problems at all. My poor panties were really getting a workout this night. 

The most curious costume literally jumped out of the crowd at me. A late thirties woman stepped up to me and snapped a crisp salute. She wore a pair of sunflower yellow bikini panties, white socks and saddle shoes, a blue and gold Cub Scout neckerchief and ponytails. My eyes just widened a bit as she put on a little show.

“Slut Scout Maggie reporting for inspection, Ma’am,” she barked out. Then her eyes rounded in surprise, as did her mouth, as a wet spot grew in her panties and the pee dribbled down her leg into her shoes. 

“I’m sorry, honey,” I began in an effected female voice. “I think you were looking for someone a bit more,” I dropped my voice, “feminine.”

I thought the poor woman was going to burst into tears. She’d wasted her little play on me, without the means of starting again and I turned out to be a wrong number. Luckily, a kindly grandmother, dressed in what I can only describe as a chain mail nighty, jumped in and roundly scolded the errant Slut Scout. 

The Slut Scout was in her glory when the older woman took her by the ear and dragged her across the room. Watching an experienced but certainly well maintained ass hurry to keep up, I was tempted to go and watch the spanking the Scout had worked so hard for, but I was interrupted.

A disturbingly handsome man stepped out of the crowd, stopped a passing Harem girl and handed me a glass of Champagne. I took it but said nothing. I was still transfixed on his ‘costume’ when it registered that he had spoken.

“I said, to the millennium,” he repeated.

I still lacked the ability to speak, but clinked my glass against his glass and drank his toast just the same. 

I was too busy staring at his ‘costume.’ I mean, I’d expected the girls to take off every stitch and run around like that, but the thought that a guy might do it had never occurred to me, not to mention that said guy would catch and hold my attention. He had a ‘Fred Flintstone’ like caveman fur type of thing painted onto his nude body. I tried, but just couldn’t take my eyes off him. And, if I may say so, he was well worth looking at. 

As I mentioned, he was disturbingly handsome, close to my age, early 30s, very sexy in a masculine way, taller than my 5-foot 9, about 6-foot or better, slim but muscular like a swimmer, short blonde hair, sexy full lips and a captivating smile with naturally white, straight teeth. 

Because I’d never much hung around gyms and locker rooms I’d never really seen very many cocks, so I guess I was curious, is why my eyes drifted below his waist. 

I could tell by the way that he smiled at me when he caught me looking that he didn’t mind because he was proud of it. Even though my cheeks turned red from embarrassment, I still got a good look at it and was surprised at how big it was.  Even flaccid it was about 8-inches long, uncircumcised, and looked about as big around as one of those tall cans of Coors.  Of course, it had to be thick to support its big reddish/purple plum shaped Ping-Pong ball sized head and the pair of golf ball sized nuts dangling below it. In keeping with the tone of the evening, however, I did not question this at length.

He smiled sweetly. “First time, hon?” 

Still stunned, I didn’t even try to evade his meaning. I just gave a meek, “Uh huh,” and let it go at that. 

Luckily for me, the band wound down and the emcee announced the countdown to midnight. I turned and he moved closer to my back. Curiously, somewhere deep in my brain, I was glad that I looked ‘my best’ at this particular moment in time. I also had an unsettling thrill growing in my balls. He put a hand on my shoulder and then let in slowly drift down my back until he was cupping my ass, as we shouted out the last 10-seconds of the year. 

The moment of truth came at the expected time. And without the slightest hesitation on my part, at the stroke of midnight, I kissed him as if it were something I was supposed to do. Our lips met softly at first, then got deeper and harder. His kiss was one of the most sensual I have ever been on the receiving end of. I melted, ever so briefly, in his hands like an M&M wannabe. 

When he broke, I stayed motionless for a long moment catching my breath, and then looked deep into his sky blue eyes for another long minute. 

“Call me,” he whispered in my ear and slipped a matchbook into my hand. With all the gallantry of a knight of old, he strode away rather than prolong my awkward moment. I felt a pang in my heart at the kindness, and sexiness, or such a gesture. Then I straightened up and donned my male persona and armor once again. 

I found Lucy in the company of 2-women, who had the look of wolves about to feed about them. Thinking quickly that we both had lives and relationships to keep intact, I collected her and we headed for the door before we had the serious chance to misbehave and have something to feel guilty about. Although she had said she wasn’t ready to go, I knew she would thank me in the morning and she did. 

The drive home was completely silent. I didn’t even turn on the radio. 

Needless to say, we were both horny as hell. I’m sure we were both wondering the same thing too. If it would be okay if something happened between us in these predawn hours of the New Year. But we both knew that in a night filled with such strangeness that was a line best not crossed. 

I will admit, though, I saw nothing wrong with the two of us masturbating ourselves together. 

I could tell, just by looking at her, that Lucy was dying to play with herself. She always was an avid fan of self-satisfaction. 

I pulled up to her door before the subject or any subject, found a voice. 

She kissed me on the cheek, thanked me softly and got out. I did notice thought that she failed to put on her coat for the bitterly cold walk to the door. Cold shower substitute perhaps or maybe just letting me get one last look? Yet again, I chose not to question.
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I stumbled into my apartment with a loud shuffle. No one was home, so it really didn’t matter. I didn’t even bother to try to get the make up off. I just stripped down to my panties and lay on the bed, stroking my impossibly hard cock through the silky fabric and thinking about the handsome guy at the party. 

As I looked at the matchbook cover I was pretty nervous, I decided to give it a try. My heart caught in my throat when he answered. “I’m the nurse from the party,” I stammered in a feminine voice, “I was thinking about you.”
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“Yes, I remember you,” he purred in a voice as sweet as honey. “I hoped you called to invite me over.”
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“I was thinking about it,” I explained, “But, I’m scared, I’ve never done anything like this before.”
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“What’s there to be scared of?”

“There are things that you don’t know,” I whispered.

“So, tell me,” he replied.

“Things are not what they seem,” I moaned.

“They never are.”

“I’m not really a girl,” I confessed, bracing myself for the onslaught.

“Well, no shit.”

“You mean you knew?” I stammered in shock.

“Duh, girls don’t have Adam’s apples,” he laughed.

He came over about 30-minutes later and he looked just as good in slacks and t-shirt as he did naked, well, almost. 

When he got there, at first it was rather odd. I didn’t know what to do with him. Should I get naked, should I stroke myself? 

He wasn’t the least bit nervous. He took my wrist and let me feel his cock through his pants. Then leading me towards my bedroom, he said, “It’d be easier if he lay down.”

When he pulled his slacks down, my face glowed like a kid on Christmas morning. His cock was already as hard as a rock. I’d never touched another man’s cock before, but with very little hesitation I started stroking him a few times, and without asking, I went for it and before I knew it I had him in my mouth. My lips were wrapped around his cock and I was sucking away.
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I closed my eyes and savored the feel of my mouth moving up and down on his massive cock. 

As he stroked my hair, I heard him murmur, “Guys do give better head.”  

Then something happened, I felt a strange reaction in his cock, it seemed to get harder and clinched up. When he exploded I eagerly sucked down every drop of his sweet man cream and swallowed it right down like a pro. 

After he exploded, we lay there for a few minutes basking in the after glow. It felt simply marvelous to explore that whole strange new world. 

When he was gone, I lay there wondering what Paris would think if she knew what had happened. As I lit one of the matches and burned the whole book, I thought, fortunately she’d never find out. 

I ’d lit the cigarette that I’d bummed off Lucy and settled back for the return trip to my real life. The butt tasted so good. 

The end…

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He was hurt and it’s all my fault. I can’t believe I let that happen to him. Horus it’s not your fault my mother said looking into my eyes. He is a mortal and more often than us they do get hurt she continued. I know he’s mortal mother and that’s why I should have been more careful if only I had listened to him more. We stood over him watching as his sister and the nurses tended his wounds and it tore at my insides, I could not bear to see him like this in so much pain. Mother, you are the goddess of magic can’t you heal him. Oh, Horus she chided as she turned to me her rainbow wings shimmering in the light, you know I would in an instant but healing comes from Sekhmet and she and I don’t get along so well. As I stood in the room watching Michael sleep his long blond hair tied back in a ponytail and while his muscular body laid stretched out on the bed I couldn’t help but notice how good he looked as he slept. I walked over and brush a few strands of hair out of his face and realized he was burning hot with fever. Oh Michael I thought, you have to live though this I can’t do this without you. As I started to leave the room I realized just I was feeling something that I never felt before towards Michael and I just couldn’t make sense of it, I took one last glance at him then exited his room and stroll down the hall to clear my head. In human form I was dark skinned and I stood 6 feet tall with my muscular body, broad shoulders and my head was covered in long black hair and my eyes which were one gold and one silver although I could change them to make mortals see what I wanted. I headed to the main room to find some clothes since I am a god they did not really assign me a room. I grabbed a black jeans, black tank top and a pair of hi-tops and headed for the bathrooms. I would have changed right there if not for the mortals insisting that we use the bathrooms like normal people after that little accident where Rachel walked in and saw me in all my glory and her eyes could not move away from the dick she saw hanging between my legs. As I stood in the bathroom changing out of my Egyptian kilt and war outfit my mind was filled with Michael and the memory of the a few times when we were merged and he was changing, he pale white skin and his grey eyes as he removed his shirt revealing his chiseled torso and sexy abs and he bubble butt as she took off his jeans revealing his thick six inch cock. I realized my own cock was half hard and I could not make much sense of it, I shook the thought from my head quickly got dressed and left the bathroom. As I walked through the hallway I met Sara, Michael’s sister, he hazel eyes looked worried as she walked by. Are you okay, Sara I asked. I’m just fine Horus, her voice rang with pain and what do you care it’s not like you gods care about us. We might be of the pharaoh’s bloodline but it’s quite simple for you to find new hosts if we die. I’m sorry for what happened to Michael Sara and I know it’s my fault. I do hope he comes around soon I said as she turned to walk away. Whatever Horus she said but that look in her eye was one of shock, she could not believe that I cared for her brother. I decided to go out in Cairo to clear my head, I got to the steps of the Manor and quickly changed into a falcon and flew off my mind stuck in the room with Michael. As gods we are not allowed to free walk the earth without hosts at least for 12 hours. Ra had made that law before he retreated into the heavens after that incident where a few mortals saw my mother’s true form and were incinerated. Michael had only been out for two hours so I had some time. I arrived in Cairo near a pub where I returned to human form and walked in. As gods we normally do not engage in the lives of the mortals but since Ra’s retreat things have gotten a bit relaxed. I sat at the bar and ordered a vodka tonic, those were quite famous in here. Sitting at the bar I could feel the stares of women and men alike just watching me. One of the perks of being a good people always can feel your presence but do not know what they feel. I decided to leave the pub and as I left noticed a skinny looking man and a woman got up to leave as well. The night was very peaceful in Cairo and my mind kept going back to Michael laying at home in bed and a gain my dick started to make a huge tent in my pants. I tried to shake the thought when I realized the man and woman were following me. I made a turn at the next corner and stood in the dark and they followed me right in there. I grabbed the guy’s jacket and shoved him to the wall. Why are you following me I shouted as I held my hand to his throat? The woman quickly spoke up, Please sir we do mean any harm we are just seeking a little fun and thought you were that type of guy. I released him and he fell to the pavement and stayed there. What type of fun are you talking about? I asked. She boldly placed her hand on my chest, A little sexual fun I hope she said licking her lips. She was a tall woman which dark eyes and black hair I could not see most of her features in the dark. She continued to caress my chest and I did not object leaning against the wall with all my thought of Michael my dick was aching to be released from these jeans. I felt the man’s hand on my jeans and within second my dick was out and engulfed in his warm mouth, the woman tried to kiss me but I pushed her off gently. These lips are for someone else I thought. The man was making good on my cock in his mouth using his tongue so expertly to lick the head while bobbing up and down on it. I wanted to spill my godly seed in his throat but I decided I wanted more. I pulled my dick from his mouth and forced him to his feet his small frame shivered in my hands, I quickly pulled down his pants and covered his mouth with my hands and rammed all eleven inches of my fully hard dick covered in his saliva up his ass. He screamed into my hand but I did not give him any time to adjust I fucked him and fucked him hard as the woman knelt and sucked him off. I was fucking him hard but my mind was absent and soon I felt a jolt in my body and jets of cum erupted from my cock filling his ass and he began to shake in my hands, the woman quickly pulled off not wanting his cum in her mouth letting it fly across the pavement. I pulled out of him and let his body go loose and he steadied himself as I quickly zipped up my jeans and turn to leave. Hey the guy called out I did not get your name. I decided not to give them my name it’s Alan I said. Thank you Alan for such a good time my name is Owen and I do hope Michael feels the same way about you. You couldn’t stop shouting his name while you fucked me. I turned away not believing my ears and walked out of their sight and just like that I turned into a falcon and flew off the cool night over Cairo.

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To the readers who are about to undertake this: This is the first time I’ve written a disclaimer for any of my stories – fiction or non-fiction; but for this story I feel compelled to offer you an out before you start reading, if you choose to take it. This is the story of a first sexual experience that ultimately served to clarify his awareness of his love for men. That was me, and it was, assuredly, at my instigation, my seizure of an opportune moment to seduce my best friend’s HOT older jock brother. Said SMOKIN’ hot older brother was just an actively-hormonal young man, and I took him by surprise while he was asleep.

It’s also the story of a bunch of middle-aged horny gay men, sitting around at dinner, telling stories like we tend to about sex. And enjoying the hell out of it! Hope you enjoy – I know my husband’s and my friends did at dinner last week when I told the story!

We’re still friends, by the way, the now-mid-fifties older brother of my childhood best friend – FRIENDS! – though we were more than that decades ago. And he’s still, to this day, SMOKIN’ hot!

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A Dinner With Friends Turns Into Dirty Story Time

– by Billy C

“DUDE! That is the HOTTEST first-time story I’ve ever heard.”

Five gay men out for drinks and dinner. Of course the conversation was more than seventy-five percent about sex.

“You haven’t heard Billy’s first time story yet,” I heard my husband’s snarky baritone to my left.

“The fuck!” I blurted out. I mean, aren’t some things you tell your husband supposed to stay private? Wait, right – we’re a bunch of bromos . . . of course not!

“Hey, if it’s hotter than a former pro soccer star who’s your prep school coach in the pile of dirty, sweaty  uniforms, then it must be FUCKING HOT!” our friend Danny, the newest of our friends and also the newest to the gay world after coming out when he was over forty, exclaimed. The lurid fascination was effervescent . . . and the others all clamored.

I looked at my sexy husband, who still had his arm around my shoulders, but was sort of laid-back in his chair with a self-satisfied, teasing look on his face as he grinned at me. Meanwhile, the other three guys were nearly causing a commotion with their taunts and pleas for my story. “OKAY!” I finally said, to shut them up and not get us thrown out of the swanky steakhouse.

My husband regarded me with a bit of a skeptical gaze at that point, and his meaning was clear: THE REAL STORY. And then he winked at me and absently rubbed his everpresent bulging crotch, which sent a flash of heat through me from my nuts to my scalp . . . as it always did.  “Well, if you insist,” I said, with a tone of naughtiness that no Marine would normally ever employ.

“OH, I can’t wait for THIS!” our friend Dave growled, getting himself settled with his thickly corded, heavily pelted arms on the table, leaning forward.

“So my best friend and I were having a sleepover—“ I started, but two of them interrupted me.

Dave’s booming growl squelched William’s exclamation. “Ah, the hot BEST FRIEND,” he blurted, with air quotes around that last part, continuing, “Hormones raging, probably sweaty after wrestling practice or something, a singlet and bollocks flying about—“

My turn to cut them off. “Uh, actually . . . “ I let my word draw out, instantly capturing all of them, catching my husband’s sexy smirk. “It was Duane’s birthday, the occasion.”

“Yeah, and I bet we’re not going to hear that there wasn’t much SLEEP involved!” William finally got his jibe in.

“Well, actually,” I mugged, and drew that out until they were nearly causing a commotion with “Yeah, I knew it!” and the like. “Actually,” I continued, “Duane got a great night’s sleep. It was his older brother who didn’t get much sleep.”

That got them. Knowing and lascivious expressions of awe at what was to come greeted me in silence. “Ready for me to tell this story now without the interactive feedback?”

My husband chuckled and then added, “Believe me guys, when I alluded to HOT, this is like a thousand fantasies we’ve all had, with a special touch or three only my husband, the General, could add.”

I still hadn’t warmed to his updated term of endearment for me. We’d long been “Colonel” – me – and “Counselor” – him – obviously cheeky jibes at our respective difference. He’s the refined, educated, suited attorney. I’m the retired Force Recon Marine. And the upgrade in the rank that was his term of endearment for me was purely paperwork – negotiated during a two-year post-retirement contract back at the Pentagon, never served in action. I took it from Jim and my stepson in the mirthful spirit it was intended, but it still wasn’t quite . . . me.

“Okay, okay, don’t get their hopes up too high here, Counselor. But I’ll let you decide,” I added, having turned back to the three who were my eager audience.

“So we’re celebrating Duane’s birthday.” “We’d had pizza.  We’d been taken to the movies by my mom before that. My mom had met a friend at the movie, and they sat in the back of the theater, while Duane and I sat in the front row by ourselves at King Kong.” That caused a guffaw or two as I inserted a well-timed pause to take a breath.

“I’ve heard that’s Jim’s nickname for you, Billy!” Dave snarked.

I thought about telling Dave the joke about the horse crying at the bar, but I decided to stay on point. “Whatever!” I laughed. “We were having a great time. My mom dropped us off for the sleepover.

“Duane’s older brother, Steven, was home for his last weekend before returning to school for his final months as a senior after the holiday break. Duane’s parents were gone. And yes,” I quickly added, before they could say it, “Duane’s family was rich, a lot like someone ELSE we know,” I nudged Jim, the only one of us who grew up in a house bigger than the governor’s mansion. “So spending an overnight at his house and the next day planning to swim in their INDOOR pool . . . well, FUCK yeah it was going to be a fun birthday, a party of all of Duane’s friends planned for the next day. If only we’d had Chuck E Cheese back then!” I added for the laugh . . . and got it.

It was near midnight, and we settled with with the ice cream and started to watch Saturday Night Live on their huge TV. I SWEAR their TV in their rec room – like who, other than my husband, of course, had a rec room that wasn’t really just a part of their basement with a broken sofa and maybe a ping pong table?! – well Steven’s and Duane’s was amazing, and the screening area alone was fucking HUGE, like being at the movies again.

“Now I should add that Steven was HOT!”

“OH NOW we might be getting somewhere,” William exclaimed.

“If you shut up, we’ll get there, too,” I admonished. “ So Steven’s hanging out in his tight boxer shorts and white gym socks, with the fireplace raging – and that fireplace was huge, too, it was the size of our living room! – and I’ll admit that I was NOT watching that huge TV; I was watching Steven’s tight boxers and gaping fly . . . “

“Ooooooooooooooooooooooo,” was the collective reaction to that.

“When Saturday Night Live was over, Steven asked us if we wanted him to clear out, and I probably said way too quickly, ‘NO WAY! We want you to hang out with us!’ Fortunately Duane idolized his big brother – in a SLIGHTLY different way that I did! – and agreed with me.

“So Steven asked what we wanted to do, and it was a couple of rounds of ‘I dunno, what do you want to do?’ before Steven kind of said, with great gravity, ‘You’re about to become men. Wanna learn a secret men know that’s really cool?’ Well, you can imagine that our lethargy was immediately replaced with interests piqued.”

The other guys didn’t even make any jokes at that. They were now enrapt.

That got a round of “Ewwwwwwwww”s from the guys, including one from my husband, who knew what was coming, and that it wasn’t all THAT far off the mark.

“Pervs!” I admonished them. “ANYWAY . . . Steven leaned forward on the sofa he had been kicking back on, and spread his amazingly muscled, hairy legs wide, and put his elbows on his knees. And all I saw – other than noticing his WIDE shoulders, muscled torso, amazing legs and huge feet – was his gaping fly and his dark, bushy pubes and THICK stalk of his cock and the outline of the rather substantial rest of it trapped in his strained boxers.

“He – Steven – more quietly continued and said, ‘I can show you guys this man-secret . . . but it has to be OUR secret, guys, really. This is something older men pass on to younger men, and young men share with each other, but we NEVER talk about who brought us into the brotherhood of men who know about it. We have a deal on that? It’s OUR secret?’ he offered, leaning even farther forward, so that the shaft of his fat, soft cock was practically bulging in an arc out his gaping fly. At least, this is what I THINK I remember he said; I can’t be QUITE sure, what with my attention on the other obvious details!” That got a laugh.

But they were all quiet. Which for this bunch was clear evidence of their interest.

“So Steven made us spit-shake, pinky swear and cross our hearts and promise. And then he proceeded to show us how to . . . jack off!”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” Dave growled, and I’m absolutely sure that his hand that was under the table wasn’t just resting there, if you get my drift.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!” Danny exclaimed at the same time.

William was just staring at me, leaning across a little, anxious.

“He took off his boxers like it was nothing and DEMONSTRATED . . . right there. He narrated the entire thing, and taught us amazing and wonderful things, mysteries I’m sure some college guys haven’t even learned yet. How to stimulate your balls, to ride the edge of the pain. How to stimulate your taint. To tease your asshole and slowly test entering yourself. How to spit on your cock to jack it if you’re cut – which both Steve and Duane were, and I am not, which Steven commented on favorably, totally stoking my confidence after having been the weirdo in my change room encounters at school up to that point – so you don’t chafe. And did I mention he had a HUGE, PERFECT cock he was DEMONSTRATING with?”

“Now wait just a damn minute!” my husband mugged, and everyone laughed.

“I didn’t have much man-cock to judge against, now did I?” I shot back. “But his is still in the all-time top ten!” I added, giving my husband back some of his own, and getting laughs all around.

“So this hairy, Greek-god-bodied jock with this MASSIVE cock and huge, hairy, bouncing balls, stroked himself, EDGED himself – yes, he taught us that – and then blasted what is still to me this day one of the most impressive loads I’ve ever seen . . . up his ripped abs, pecs, neck, chin, face and into his dark, curly hair, amidst moaning and growling that is better than any porn I’ve yet seen this half-of-a-life later.”

All three of them were panting by then, and at least two of them were obviously rubbing their cocks through their pants – at least I assumed they hadn’t whipped them out! – under the table. And a glance to my husband’s crotch told me he was as excited as the first time I’d told this story. And true to his nature he made absolutely no effort to move himself so the table hid his obscene display of arousal! THAT got ME hot right there and then!

“THEN—“

“OH MY FUCKING GOD – there’s MORE?” Dave actually squeaked, something that rarely happened with his naturally deep timber.

“THEN . . . Steven told us several VERY helpful hints about cleanup, ranging from washing up instead of just wiping off, because the smell of a guy who has just cum is noticeable, so we’d be dead giveaways . . . and he probably knew we’d be doing this A LOT!” Another laugh from the table. “To NOT to use our bed linens, t-shirts, underwear or socks to wipe up the cum, because it was obvious when the laundry was done.”

“Thorough,” William said, and I swear he was panting in time to the movement of his left hand under the table!

“Oh, guys, you think THIS was it, don’t you?” my husband taunted them.

“WHAT?!” Danny cried, loud enough to attract attention from other tables in the restaurant. “Oops,” he quickly said, sheepishly.

“So after that, Steven wiped up what got on the leather sofa and the wall behind his head – YES he did! – and got up and walked off completely butt naked and went to bed.”

“NO FAIR!” Dave cried foul at my husband. “You had us drooling for more!”

“Uh, I suspect you ARE drooling,” I teased crudely, glancing obviously to the table, eliciting a rare blush from my brash alpha top friend.

“And then . . . “ I started again, eliciting some reactions from my friends who didn’t know if I was serious or not. “Then Steven had gone, and Duane and I had a really awkward conversation about ‘trying IT’ until I finally said the ‘what the fuck’ and whipped my dick and nuts out. And we did.”

“OH HO!” Danny cried, thinking that was it, with similar utterances from the others.

“Oh, guys, it gets WAY better,” my husband said quietly. “Seriously. Billy, get them to the good part. Otherwise, they’ll have soiled their slacks before you get there,” he pled their case, with a laugh.

“Okay, so we did it. ME, successfully. Duane, not so much. And I’m absolutely certain that my mind being filled with every detail of Steven’s body, noises he made, the way the veins in his cock throbbed and his huge helmet head pulsed as he stroked and fingered himself, biceps and forearms rolling with his muscles, that’s what made all the difference for me. NO, mine wasn’t a massive load like his. But DAMN did the feeling blow me the FUCK away!”

“Oh Jesus!” Dave exclaimed, and he started to shake a little.

“Slow it down, Dave. It gets better.” This time it was I who made the promise of more.

“I’ll add, just because Duane and I were GREAT friends, at least then, I offered to ‘help him’ next time he tried.” That elicited a lot of jeers from my friends. “And then we talked for a while about how long you had to wait until you tried again, a whole bunch of stuff we THOUGHT then was very secret and special and probably set rules or physical fact we hadn’t yet learned. What a fucking joke.

“Then we went to bed, too. I was bunking in Duane’s room, which had been his older brother’s when he was younger. It was fucking HUGE compared to my room, and it even had two beds, for ease of friends staying over, and apparently we’d got to the age to enjoy it.

“Duane was asleep practically before his head hit the pillow, but not me.”

“OH!” William exclaimed. “NOW I know where this is going. Bet you woke up after you finally did go to sleep – IF you did go to sleep – with no skin left on your dick and reeking of cum!”

“WELL . . . “ I started, “Not exactly! What actually happened was I laid there for probably an hour. And ALL I could think about was how HOT Steven looked and how much cum he shot and . . . Well, you see where my thoughts were.” They nodded jerkily, totally hooked.

“UNTIL . . . I finally got up and . . . “ I paused for the sake of suspense.

“YOU FUCKING DIDN’T!” Dave gasped. “Wait, what am I thinking? OF COURSE you DID! It’s YOU! GO ON for Chrissake!” He had joined the other two with one hand under the table, telltale movement of his shoulder and (massive) biceps bulging and rippling in his shirt sleeve.

“Went quietly to the WING of the house where I knew Steven had his own ‘apartment’,” I air-quoted and rolled my eyes toward my husband, whom I knew as a teenager had been granted his own residence in the form of a small home that connected to his parents’ main house.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” Danny exclaimed, and I knew he wasn’t talking about the grandeur of Duane’s and Steven’s family home.

William looked like he was too excited to construct intelligible words.

Dave’s biceps and shoulder cap bounced faster in his tight shirt, and his eyes smoldered.

I grinned, enjoying every minute of it. I glanced at my husband, who looked a little smug at having been the instigator, him knowing full well how much I was enjoying it. When he gave me a wink, my breath caught a little, my nuts jolted, and I really wanted just to drag him away to somewhere I could fuck his brains out.

“I found his room on the fourth or tenth try, navigating through a house that was even bigger than I’d realized,” I continue, with a roll of my eyes to the last part, again edging my audience. “And when I did, there he was, laying on his bed COMPLETELY naked, with a half-hardon, that still, to this day, was bigger than most men’s fully-hard cocks. Oh, and he was snoring just a little – very low-volume, deep, growly and FUCKING HOT!”

“OH MY GOD I might have to request a break here . . . if I could walk to a stall in the men’s with something to hide my . . . er . . . excitement!” Danny confessed.

“FUCK THAT!” Dave snarled. “Go on, Billy. PLEASE!”

William just nodded enthusiastically.

“I was on a mission by that point, and Steve was sound asleep. I went slowly, quietly, as stealthily as I could, my own hardon stretching my boxers uncomfortably and making my steps difficult as I did. I didn’t realize it at the time how many times I’d have THAT experience through my life!” I laughed.

“I stood by the foot of his bed for a minute, figuring I could just dive to the floor at the foot of his bed if he stirred. He didn’t. And staring at that cock, I was absolutely certain I had to touch that flared, bared, head.”

“OH HELL YES!” Dave panted.

“So I went to the side of the bed and VERY gently climbed onto the bed and laid down alongside that tall, hot fucker as slowly as I could, making the least motion on the mattress possible. He NEVER EVEN STIRRED. And there I was, my head propped on my elbow, my face fewer inches from that amazing fuckstick than it was long.”

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit,” William quietly hissed.

“And that’s when I first SMELLED him. INHALED his scent. OH MY GOD I really swooned. It was SO FUCKING intoxicating. I mean, imagine it – your first WHIFF of MAN. Slightly sweaty, a hot jock who hadn’t taken his own advice about cleaning up after he jacked off, smelling of musk and spunk. I later figured out that aroma. At the time I just knew my entire body was throbbing and READY.

“Oh, and his big, hairy balls . . . ! Up close they were entrancing. Between those fucking nuts right there, inches away, and that cock that I could see bobbing just a little as his bloodflow pulsed. OH MY GOD . . . I knew right then and there that I was going to not only feel him, I was going to TASTE HIM!”

“MY MAN!” Dave shouted and threw his hairy, muscular arm up, across the table, for a high five. “Do you fucking realize I was TWICE your age before I ever was that close to a bare cock? Up to that point all I did was wrestle and rub and grind. AND,” he continued with his typical devilish grin, “Made BIG messes in PLENTY of jocks, singlets, footy shorts . . . “

“GOD you’re a pig! I fucking love it. Jay is one lucky bitch!” William exclaimed, referring to Dave’s hot tech exec husband, back home on the west coast.

Dave, of course, LOVED the compliment. Of all of us, the second-most-vain of our “group”, and that’s saying something, when we have a roid-head bodybuilder (the first-most-vain), two former models, and all of us pretty into our looks and virility. Dave definitely gives our tempestuous, absent, musclehead friend a run for his money in the vain department.

Jim chuckled at my side. “And we haven’t even gotten to actually DOING anything yet, but you guys are all on the edge!” Nobody argued. They just looked back from him to me, pleadingly.

“So . . . first thing I did was . . . “ Three grown men’s breathing all caught, and they all shivered in anticipation at least a little. “I VERY softly, BARELY, rubbed my cheek on his hairy, beefy quad, feeling a bit of crust in his leg fur from a stray splatter of his cum, and INHALED his incredible scent.”

“Okay, I’m sorry,” Dave panted with urgency, scooting his chair back aggressively, “I’m going to have to take a few minutes for myself here!” He was up and out of his chair, having snatched his light jacket from the chair’s back, holding it in front of him as he virtually RAN to the men’s room.

We all just laughed. Danny called after him, “Yeah, bet it’s more like seconds than minutes – at least that’s what Jay told us!”

William, usually the bawdier of that couple, smacked him, but laughed and enjoyed his partner’s wit.

“Well,” I posed, “Maybe this should be installment one if we’ve satisfied the purpose of getting you horndogs some fuel for your already burning libidos.”

“NOT ON YOUR LIFE!” Danny quickly interjected. “We’re not leaving here until we’ve heard every dirty detail!”

Danny, William, Jim and I all just laughed. And just like that, Dave returned, for once looking rather disheveled and for numerous times, cum-flushed.

“PLEASE, Billy, GO ON with your FILTHY story!” he begged, with a leer.

It was at that point – for no reason I could discern – that my cock began to swell and contort in my boxer briefs and slacks as it thickened and grew in that confined space. Even as I careened toward the milestone of middle age, fifty, UGH!, this was a very familiar and frequent occurrence. What I couldn’t figure out was why it took that long for my cock to respond to my HOT story of my memory and what it was about that particular point in the story that make my cock suddenly awaken. Then, as my words flowed without my really controlling what I was saying, my question was answered.

“The combination of the feel of his fur, his muscle and SMELLing him was nearly overwhelming!” I actually shivered like a horny teenager experiencing sex for the first time.

“WHOA, dude – get a grip!” Danny called across the table. But what I thought was concern wasn’t. “Because I really NEED to hear the rest of this!” he finished.

I couldn’t help but guffaw at that. My cock was throbbing, my friends were about to cum in their pants – although one already had! – and I was laughing. I guess that’s a good thing.

“Well, you ALL know EXACTLY what I’m talking about. The first time you saw, felt, smelt, tasted a naked man . . . “ I trailed off with my memory.

“BILLY!” William prompted.

“Oh, right,” I returned to the moment of the conversation from that moment almost forty years before in a teenage jock’s bed.

“OH MY GOD . . . TASTED a guy for the first time. FUCK! Get to THAT point, would ya?!” Dave demanded.

“UH,” I addressed him, “Haven’t you already gotten your, er, fill of this story?” I teased him.

In response, Dave stood up abruptly and thrust his obscenely protruding crotch at us over the table. Dave is quite well-endowed – very thick, cut and furry, which I know from experience but of course all we could see was the thick . . . and the cut, given that he was apparently commando, as the wet spot at the end of this thick rod’s flared, bulging, well-silhouetted cockhead proved.

“JESUS!” Jim exclaimed. “WHAT have I started?” he moaned, shaking his head . . . but I also noticed that not only was he rubbing my hardon in my slacks, but he was also staring RIGHT AT DAVE’S HARDON! MEN!!!

“MEN!” The exclamation surprised me as it erupted from my lips and entered my ears as it left my lips.

That brought a chorus of surprised responses from the table. Dave flopped back into his chair. “THAT reproachment from the most macho, most piggish man any of us has ever known! HAH!” he nearly yelled, calling out across the restaurant for Gregg, our sexy young waiter to bring us another round. “I really need a drink to slow down here, or I’ll be getting up again before we EVEN get to the tongue action,” he declared.

“OH, GROSS!”

“EWWWWWWWWWW!”

“JESUS, Dave!”

All of the guys reacted to that. My husband’s reaction was a bit different. Pulling me closer to him, he brought his lips to my ear, and his husky, deep voice – so familiar to me – made me shiver from toes to the tip of my cock. “You have to go to the restroom,” he growled. I started to turn my head, but he pushed his cheek against mine to stop me and added, “I NEED you to go to the restroom with me . . . NOW!”

I almost came, knowing what he wanted. “Excuse me, guys, I need to take a piss,” I blurted, getting up, not caring in the slightest that my own cock’s turgidity was more obscenely displayed than Dave’s had been.

I was vaguely aware of Jim saying he thought it would be a good time to take a trip to the restroom himself, while the storytelling was at an intermission, and I KNEW he was following me. FELT him following me.

Jim nearly shoved me from behind as we got to the men’s room. “I fucking swear I don’t even care if there’s anyone else in here!” I proclaimed as we nearly stumbled over one another as he propelled me into the men’s. I don’t even know if there was anyone else there, being shoved by my husband through the restroom and into a stall.

Jim had his pants down and his ass out before I could even latch the handicapped stall door behind us. When I turned around he was bent over, with his awesomely appealing ass wagging at me. “HURRY!” he growled.

I had my pants open and wrestled my twisted-up cock out and was spitting into Jim’s hole and onto the tip of my cock. Fortunately the drool was flowing, both from my cock and from my mouth, watering with desire for him, and there was at least enough to avoid ripping his fuckhole apart.

“MMMMMMMMMPPPPHHHHHHHHHHH FFFFUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!” he grunted in pain when I SHOVED into his burning cunt. But he shoved back into my thrust, so I knew he was not only ready, but eager.

I jerked back and savored the scrape of the friction of his tight, not-yet-wet-enough fuckchute around my raging, throbbing fuckclub. Then I savagely speared back into him. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” he cried out as I growled and nearly howled in delight.

He fucked back as hard as I fucked him, and my nuts smacked his swinging sac and his ass and thighs and my thighs as they swung hard enough that the pain was almost as intense as the scrape from the tightness of his red hot hole. Jim has amazing cuntmuscles anyway, and it all just pulled us into the frenzy.

I’ll never know if we were the only ones in the men’s room of that swanky steakhouse – where we go often – when we started or during our fun. And I don’t even know how long it took to fuck the living daylights out of my sexy stud of a husband. I do know that we were both panting and drenched with sweat by the time he let out a yowl he could no longer stifle, and I felt his cuntwalls spasming around my cock as he panted and jerked and splattered his seed all over the tiled wall of the restroom stall. “OHFUCKINGCHRIST!” was all that was intelligible from him amongst a long exclamation of sounds of release and ecstasy as he pumped his nut and milked my cock again and again and YANKED me over the edge and into a nutblast so strong that I nearly lost my footing as I unloaded.

“FUCKGODDAMWHOAGODDAMN I’M—“ My own exclamation was cut off by the intensity of my climax nearly paralyzing every muscle in my body except for those involving the path of propelling my seed through my steel-hard fuckstick, buried DEEP as it blasted my husband’s cunt full of my essence.

Jim reached back around with his left hand and groped at my ass, pulling me farther into him, holding me close as I continued to be wracked by the throes of my release. “OH GOD, BILLY!” he hissed. “I fucking LIVE for this!”

I collapsed against him, and he fell into the wall, still gripping my ass tight. The room was spinning. I was struggling to catch my breath, and my chest heaved against my husband’s back, his ridiculously expensive shirt against my shirt – and in fairness, mine was from his same tailor, custom-made of the finest cotton-silk blend and fitted perfectly to my fairly good physique – both of us sweating stains into them. In fairness, I don’t protest too much these days about my husband’s expensive tastes in clothing and his foisting high-fashion on me – mostly all it took was a come-hither look from him when his eyes flashed while looking at me in something he’d bought me to wear or had his tailor make me something, something of such value that I’d never in my life before him thought I’d ever wear.

I kissed my husband’s sweaty neck, bit him for good measure, eliciting a yelp, and then took a shaky step backward and attempted to stand on my own. “Jesus, we’re going to look like fucking hell if we go back there,” I exclaimed, attempting to retrieve my slacks from the wadded, knotted state they were in around my ankles, as Jim began the same process after having taken some toilet paper and wiping his cock and ass.

“We don’t have much choice. The guys are out there waiting for us, and I SUSPECT they’ve figured out why we fled the table and why we’ve been in here for over twenty minutes,” Jim commented, and I gasped for the first time not from my ragged breathing but because I had no clue we’d been in the restroom that long.

“It doesn’t MATTER because THE GUYS definitely know!” I heard called out by Danny from outside the stall.

Jim’s head jerked up, as did mine, and our eyes blazed at one another. And then we started to bust up, and several sets of hands were clapping and guys whooping from outside the stall. “EMERGE, EXULTED PLAYERS!” Dave cried in an exaggeration of his natural British accent. “CUM – accept your adulation!” he called, cracking up at the finish.

We got ourselves nearly together and then unlatched the stall door and pushed it outward, to a resurgence of the clapping and hoots. But to our surprise, it wasn’t just Dave, William and Dan, but another two guys I only recognized as having seen at another table in the restaurant.

I can’t help camping it up when the opportunity arises. You’ll just have to take my word for the fact that a Marine’s camp – of the non-site or mission variety – is poor . . . and somewhat laughable. I GRABBED my husband, pulled him in tight, bent him over backward and kissed him and groped him like we were just starting instead of having just finished. If the hoots and claps before hadn’t attracted others into the now-crowded restroom, we were dangerously close to doing so now.

I pulled Jim up again to standing, and he was grinning like a fool. GOD! I love that man and love that he loves me!

“Can we PUHLEESE have the end of the story now?!” William pleaded petulantly. “OUR turn for some . . . CUMpletion!” he added, leering. Groans all around at that one.

“Are you sure you haven’t had enough?” Jim laughed, as we all repositioned to where Jim and I could get to the sinks and wash our hands.

“OH NO!” Danny chimed in with his lover. “TWO of us haven’t YET had ANY . . . CUMpletions!” he continued the pun, giving Dave a look of reproach for his earlier trip to the men’s

“Uh, make that FOUR of us,” one of the strangers corrected. I noticed, looking at him in the mirror, that he was HOT, as was his older companion.

The stranger turned his head around and said, “Wait, FIVE of us!” looking at Dave.

“OH, he’s taken care of that already,” William blurted out.

HOT stranger jerked his head from William to look directly at Dave. “YOU TOO? How the heck do I get to be part of this dinner club?” We all laughed, and his less-hot but still very handsome, older companion, locked his arm over his friend’s shoulders. “I’m with him – I want IN!”

“We’re in the middle of the general here,” Dave thrust his hairy, thick-muscled arm and thick index finger toward me, garnering a confused look from the two newcomers, “Telling us the story of his childhood introduction to the sublime joys of mansex. Join us, if you want to have your underwear ruined . . . along with your dignity.”

“HEY!” Jim objected. “Speak for yourself, oh vulgar one. At least we haven’t announced we were going to the men’s room to get off as the entire restaurant observed.”

“Oh, RIGHT!” Dave shot back in my and Jim’s direction with a wide grin. “Just growling, howling and screaming, echoing through the restaurant while you got pounded into the stall wall – MUCH classier!” His last pronouncement was a BIT over-volume as the hand dryer stopped suddenly.

“Come on, boys,” I, surprisingly, played voice of reason. “We’re all just Neanderthal pigs with better hygiene, barbers and tailors. “Anyone want to take a rain check on finishing storytime?” I offered devilishly.

“OH NO YOU DON’T!” Danny protested. “DESSERT! Both verbal and culinary . . . and given where the oral account was going, seems like both are edible!” He laughed at his own joke. The other four of us groaned. The two strangers just looked confused.

“You two are welcome to join us,” Dave offered. Then he turned to us. “Right guys? The more the hornier – uh, merrier. Right?

“WE’RE IN,” HOT stranger quickly pledged, and his companion nodded, mutely asserting his enthusiasm.

Back at the table, a bit more crowded, having expanded from five to seven, the other four – my husband eagerly leading – brought our two new dinner companions up to date on my story. Donald and Evan – Donald was the older man, whom we now knew was a historian at the Smithsonian . . . with a last name familiar to those who knew founding families; and Evan was the HOT younger man, mid-thirties, dark, five o’clock shadow as perfectly cultivated as his messy hair was constructed, lithe but well-muscled, light, intelligent eyes and of undeclared profession.

Jim said later that he thought Evan’s occupation was pleasuring Donald. We don’t yet know.  

Oh, sorry, back to the account. Various moments of “OHHHHH” and “OHMYGOD” from our two newer members interspersed the fast-forward recap until we got to a verbatim reiteration of my last, apparently catalytic, sentence. “’Well, you ALL know EXACTLY what I’m talking about. The first time you saw, felt, smelt, tasted a naked MAN,’ he said with a faraway look in his eyes, almost rolled back in his head,“ my husband replayed.

“OH YES!” Donald agreed. Evan was breathing heavily and absently rubbing his tented crotch. Weren’t we here before?

“Okay, guys, that seems to be where we blasted off from,” I attempted to take control.

“THREE of us ‘BLASTED OFF’, GE-NE-RAL!” William jibed. “TWO of US – and I can’t speak for Donny and Evan –“

“UH, that’s DON-ALD, if you PUHLEESE!” that one of our newer additions protested. “But you’re right. We’re with you.” When that stopped William momentarily, as evidenced by William’s raised eyebrows, which then waggled, and he knocked Dan’s shoulder.

“Do you ladies want to hear the rest of this story or not?” I interjected. When they all agreed and quieted down, I tried again.

“Meanwhile, back in the stud’s bed . . . “ and I waited, challenging them silently to interrupt me again but the only response from them was all of them either getting more comfortable or leaning nearer again. “I’m literally feeling dizzy from the SMELL of him, and the feel of his leg fur on my cheek as his body barely moved but did move enough to rub my cheek as he inhaled and exhaled – OH MY GOD! My entire body was like HUMMING, and my head was spinning and full of replay after replay of his huge, throbbing dick in the rec room – I had NO idea what a “cock” was then! – blasted his white goo all over. And I had no FUCKING clue about any of it, just that he smelled like the most amazing aroma and feel and sight I’d ever seen or felt or smelt.”

I stopped to take a breath, because I’d started to get overheated myself at the memory, still vivid, nearly four decades past. My husband knew it. As I noticed that Dave’s hand was in his lap again . . . and a couple of others, likewise . . . Jim gently rubbed the back of his fingers along the side of my neck, causing me to snap back into the present with a jolt emanating from my cock and nuts.

“And for you two,” I directed to Evan and Donald, “Who don’t know me, I’ll just say that this will surprise my friends here when I say that I was SCARED SHITLESS laying there all of a sudden. I was completely overwhelmed with the sensations, but I was scared shitless because somehow that had made it all very real. I’d snuck into a guy’s bed who was six years older, and he’d probably tell his brother what a dumbshit perv I was . . . and also beat me the hell up.”

A couple of “yeah”s were murmured. “BUT . . . Suddenly I remember clearly realizing that if doomsday was at hand, I was going to go out doing the things I wanted to and to know what it would be like to do.” I enjoyed a couple of surprised faces. “So, I inhaled really deeply again, having moved my face closer to his half-hard cock and big, sweaty nuts, my head spun more and I confirmed in my head that, YEAH, this WAS heaven, and about a trillion ideas popped into my head.

“I did my best to move as S L O W L Y as I could and brought my hand up.” I saw several eyes flash and heard a few rasps in breathing – I really had them! “I VERY lightly put my tiny-compared-to-his-HUGENESS, put my hand close enough to feel the heat of that piece of man meat and then, carefully, S L O W L Y, and I don’t think I was even breathing, I FINALLY I touched it, I touched HIM.” I closed my eyes, remembering, sighing. “AND THEN IT TWITCHED! AND he moaned.”

They all were in some state of reaction to my account – mostly barely-concealed panting and self-gratification.

“I FROZE, thinking that he was waking up, knowing that AMAZING feeling of his veiny, heat-radiating man-part might be all I ever got. But . . . he didn’t. He went right on slightly snoring. BUT . . . that cock got bigger in my hand – well, against my hand – it was too thick even half-hard for my hand to fit around it – and it twitched more, got HOTter . . . “

I trailed off, remembering. “OH MY GOD was that HOT!” I exclaimed. “I had this sensory overload AND I suddenly had this feeling of POWER as that cock fully inflated and throbbed harder and twitched as I very gently held it. THEN I decided to rub it JUST a little.

“Now remember I’m inhaling that manscent, feeling his manly fur rub my face, and now feeling the texture of him as he goes from tumescent to RIGID. I was HOOKED. I started rubbing him in strokes increasing in length up that big, long dick of his, letting the flared head knock at the side of my index finger and his very bushy but surprisingly soft pubes tickle my pinkie and the palm of my hand.

“I FELT his blood pulsing in that cock. I smelled him MORE than before – it was nearly a decade before I learned anything about endorphins and pheromones, much less how to detect them by smell! – felt his leg moving more than before as his breathing rate increased, heard his breathing rate increase. But I wasn’t stopping for anything then, and I tightened my grip a bit and felt as much of that cock as I could as I rubbed it from flange of his head to his stalk.”

I looked around, and they were all enrapt, some frozen in place, a couple of them obviously stroking under the table.

“And then I let my hand go up to his tip, rubbed around his gorged head and felt the most amazing thing – slickness, wet, a little gooey . . . OH MY GOD I thought I really had hit heaven. And what sealed it was he MOANED as I rubbed my little hand over that big, drooling, throbbing head of his.”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk!” one of the guys moaned himself – I don’t even know which one.

“I realized that with that slickness I could grip it tighter and still stroke up and down his length. As I did, slid my hand up and down holding that monster cock as well as I could, his moaning became rhythmic, in time to my strokes, and his hips began to gently push himself into it. THAT made me worried about my face on his thigh, so without breaking my pace, I V E R Y slowly got myself onto my knees beside him. I hated losing the feel of his muscular leg against my check and neck, but the new angle above him gave me a great view of his abs, roiling in the cadence of his moans and his hip pushes. And MAN OH MAN did I LOVE looking at those furry abs moving . . . and his pecs . . . and a glimpse or two of his perfect, handsome face glowing in the light of the landscape lights through his windows.

“His precum was flowing, and I swear his cock was WET, not just slick. It was fucking AWESOME!”

“OH YEAH!” Evan gasped, his eyes wide and attentive.

“OH YEAH indeed! I was spellbound and aDICKted.” That got me a couple of awkward laughs around their panting. “Does that mean now I’mASSDICKted, now that I know what I like to do with man parts?” I joked.

“PLEASE!” Dave implored, the always prominent veins in his neck pulsing as he panted and looked anxious.

With a laugh I continued, thought the stray thought through my mind of him, years ago, begging as I slowed my strokes into his depths after having deep-dicked and jackhammered him for a while already during our very brief liaison. “It was then,” I started, catching Jim’s knowing glint, thinking exactly what I’d been thinking, except about him and me, I’m reasonably certain. “It was then that I KNEW I had to TASTE him. His scent was heavy, despite my nose being farther from him, and maybe that was part of the urgency that overcame me—“

“OverCAME indeed!” William snarked.

“AND . . . I bent down and tasted the most incredible thing I’d ever tasted up to that point. Forget pizza, forget ice cream, pumpkin pie at Thanksgiving, ANYthing. And Steven’s LOUD moan when I licked his amazingly tasty, tangy cock and his sudden thrust upward, smearing himself all over my cheek was just too fucking HOT. SO . . . I just opened wide, got my mouth over the trajectory of his thrusting cock and managed to BARELY get that huge head in and swirled my tongue over the soaked-slick head. ‘MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!’ he moaned even louder.”

As I’d raised my voice to emphasize that long-ago cry of pleasure from my first man, I’d attracted more attention than just our table. Laughing, I leaned over the table and lowered my voice to continue.

“Don’t ask how I knew to do it – maybe it was instinct, reacting to his thrust when I licked over his piss slit – but my mouth was on that bucking cockhead, and I started to swirl my tongue more rhythmically, and all of a sudden, he moaned louder, I felt the bed jolt as his head thrashed and then . . . “ I stopped, leaving all of them pant in anticipation until my husband gently nudged me.

“Go on, Billy, they’ve been good boys.” I laughed and scanned the eager faces.

“And then,” I said so softly that they all leaned in more to hear me, “As I heard a choked cry of, ‘WHAT THE—‘ I felt him jerk and then push at my shoulders and chest, trying to push me off, even as I shouted in surprise and glee when I felt his first spunk blast hit the roof of my mouth like a weapon had fired.”

“’Billy!” he was shouting, pushing at me fruitlessly. And his body was jerking, and he was filling my mouth, and as fast as I swallowed, it was still running out of my mouth as I choked on what was flooding my throat and couldn’t keep up with it. I felt it running down my face and neck as he thrashed about wildly below me.”

“FUCK I still remember the taste of him. The REAL taste of him – of a MAN! But before I had a chance back then to savor it very long, he had me pushed off him, and was holding me at arm’s length, still panting, his cock still dripping. Yes – even restrained, on the verge of doom for being found out for what I did, THAT is what I was looking at!” I laughed, and so did the guys.

“He was totally freaked. He was apologizing, he was telling me he didn’t mean for it to have happened, telling me we’d done a very bad thing and could never, EVER do it again or tell anyone about what had happened. He was FREAKED . . . for real.”

“Awwww, man. Too bad it ended that way,” Evan mewled sympathetically. “He didn’t tell his little brother, did he?”

“UH, he didn’t tell ANYone,” I replied with a devilish grin.

“Whew!” Evan sighed, relieved.

But Dave knows me too well. “Uh, WHY didn’t he tell anyone, Billy? Was that your first hidden body?” he joked.

I’ll admit to giving him a bit of a devilish grin at that point. Then again, I knew the story. My husband’s quiet, knowing chuckle impelled me to continue.

“Somehow we ended up with me calming Steven down. And then he told me I needed to get back to his little brother’s room . . . and of course to act like NOTHING had happened. But first he wanted me to swear I’d never tell anyone. And he told me I needed to clean up and take a shower in his bathroom.”

“RUH ROH!” Donald mugged, and we all laughed, even the few who were still rubbing themselves under the table.

“NO, I’m now, at this experienced point in my life, embarrassed to say that I missed the opportunity for shower sex.” More laughs. And I could have given them more of a hint, but I didn’t. “So we both got up – his cock still pendulous and tumescent and all the more beautiful and appealing than it was before as it swung and flopped and his big emptied balls bounced and swung behind that fat dick. And ALL those muscles rippling and rolling as he got off the bed . . . ” I took a breath, and Danny fanned himself with his napkin. And I took the moment to enjoy that memory of the first time seeing a jock’s furred physique fully exposed and in motion.

After one of the guys prompted me with an “AND?!” I continued.

“So as he got up and I got up, we were standing there, both a little awkward. And yes, I was gawking at his amazing body. I remember noticing how BIG his feet were for the first time . . . “ I started to drift off in my memories again, but my husband nudged me, knowing the others were waiting anxiously . . . and actually this is the part of the story he loved the best. “Oh, right – back to the awkward after-moments.” I laughed, and they laughed with me. “The discomfited jock regained a bit of composure, and he put his hand on my shoulder – biceps pumping as he reached out that arm, corded, thick, hairy forearm and big hand coming toward me – and he told me he was sorry, but not sorry, but really we shouldn’t have and then I just moved in and threw my arms around him just above his waist and hugged him.

“I surprised both of us with that, but he sort of awkwardly put his BIT, STRONG, HAIRY arms around me as I buried my forehead into the cleft between his pecs. I couldn’t help but I N H A L E him . . . and then I licked his furry top-most ab.”

“OH MY GOD!” Dave groaned, his own impressive shoulder and biceps rolling as he stroked himself harder under the table.

“At that point? He WAS a God . . . to me. Or I’d found religion.”

“Yeah, the Church of the Perpetual Hardon!” William interrupted.

I laughed. “Well, I’ve certainly found far more comfort in MEN than in church or religion in the thirty-eight years since then! But back to that time and place.”

“And HARDbody,” Evan encouraged.

“VERY hard body for sure,” I confirmed. “I could feel every one of the muscles in the areas I was in contact with . . . including his hardening cock against my chest. And my hard little dick against his lower thigh, against his HARD, thick lower quad.”

Dave’s eyes were blazing, locked with mine but also a bit far off, facial features set in determination and interest, his under-table arm movements not guised at all. His dry cleaner was surely going to have something to talk about damn soon if he didn’t make another runner to the men’s room. The others were avidly awaiting my continuation, now three of them with telltale arm movements under the table. Only Danny had both hands in sight – one on the table, and one around William’s shoulder, his fingers caressing William’s ear and long neck. I loved that they were so in love, and I loved that Jim and I had caused them to meet and had fanned the flames of their attraction. But that’s a story for another time.

“And Steven was protesting in voice but then his body wasn’t as he – either consciously or unconsciously – flexed his quad . . . and I felt it in against my hard dick . . . and I pressed into his thigh . . . and he held me tighter and kissed the top of my head through my mop of unkempt blond hair . . . “ I gave it a moment, shifting in my chair and adjusting my again-contorted hardon in my pants. “And THEN,” I continued, seeing every one of the guys taking a quick breath in anticipation, “I came all over his leg.”

Dave’s eyes rolled back at that point, as his body went completely tense and then shook a little. “OHFUCK!” he hissed.

Donald leaned over against Dave and said, not soft enough for the rest of us not to hear, “Fucking HOT, buddy,” looking down over Dave’s shoulder to Dave’s lap. For Dave’s part he was panting and a very sexy sweat had broken out on his tanned forehead, a flush making that tan a bit luminescent.

“Go on, Bill. Finish,” Evan begged huskily.

“Right as I came, I cried out, loud and long, and Steven pulled me tighter into his chest . . . and shoved his corded thigh HARDER into my pumping cock. FUCK it was FUCKING AMAZING!” I exclaimed. “I remember vividly how it totally surprised me, up to that point thinking that the way you made your dick spurt was to pump it with your hand. I had no fucking clue what the hell I was doing. GOD how much I had to learn!”

“About NAUGHTY men!” Donald laughed.

“But he had a helluva start on BEING naughty, all by himself!” Jim laughed, giving my shoulder a squeeze.

I turned to my husband, with a dirty grin. “A lifetime of preparation and training . . . to be ready for THIS hunk here,” I summed up.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Several of the guys murmured in agreement, giving my husband a bit TOO appreciative looks, Dave particularly.

Dave observed, “There’s a certain similarity, isn’t there, between the way you’ve described that poor, unsuspecting teenager you raped way back then, and your husband, except for his blond hair, and Steven’s dark hair . . . Like mine?” he grinned.

“DOWN, BOYS!” I warned them. “He’s MINE, and I’m HIS!”

“YES!” Jim enthusiastically agreed, pulling me in, kissing me on the neck and biting a little. And against my ear he growled, “I can’t wait to get home and have you CLAIM me . . . again.”

My entire body convulsed, and I felt my precum surge into my already-soiled boxer briefs.

“Okay guys, we get it,” Donald called across the table.

“SOME OF US are going to ‘GET IT’,” Dave moaned, despite his second moment of relief at his own hand. “SOME of us are here, traveling, ALL ALONE, and we’re NOT going to get IT!”

Donald leaned over to Evan and whispered something, which I was thinking was probably much like what Jim had whispered to me. Until Evan nodded, quickly and enthusiastically. Then Donald leaned over toward Dave. “You don’t have to be. Alone tonight, that is.”

Dave’s head jerked up, almost knocking Donald’s, and his eyes raced over Evan and then Donald and then up to Donald’s face, eye-to-eye, with a grin. Dave’s a class-A hunk. But Donald was a very handsome and obviously fit man, with Evan a bona fide hottie. “Sold,” he said quietly.

Jim jostled my shoulder slightly as the deal closed and chuckled.

“WELL!” Danny interjected, pulling all of our gazes to him. “That definitely calls for us paying for your dinner!” he proclaimed toward me, quickly looking toward the others and getting rapid nods and grins. “And let’s get the damn check FAST,” he continued. “We’ve ALL got guys, uh, I meant, THINGS to do!”

None of us argued. We did, however, fairly quickly realize that none of us was leaving the table any time soon without either carrying our jackets in front of our bulging – and in some cases wet-spotted – crotches or making spectacles of ourselves. We all tried to divert to non-sexual subjects. Fortunately our teams – the O’s and the Nat’s – are all doing better than Dave’s Giants, so we quickly genned up a raucous round of trash talk. Like we know of Dave in an orgy – don’t ask! – he held his own against the six of us without any major effort.

When we did all finally file out a bit later, at least three different guys gave me some sign that they’d overheard my tale. Or maybe the winks and thumbs-up were in response to them observing Jim and me when we were running off to the men’s room through the restaurant with our pants obscenely tented. Jim chuckled at their winks and other gestures and leaned into me. “And you didn’t even give the whole story!” Which was true.

When I was in Steven’s bathroom showering and noticed a pile of his dirty gym clothes in the corner, I didn’t hesitate to bury my face in his still-moist and VERY wonderfully smelly jock strap.

Steven had come into the bathroom and caught me, but I just defiantly faced him. “This is mine now!” I told him. When he protested, I pointed out that it would be in his best interest to keep me happy and, therefore, quiet. And then I made him sit on the bathroom counter while I licked and sucked and stroked his cock and balls and even made him let me finger-fuck him while I inhaled his funk and brought him to another explosive climax and again tasted his deliciously thick, huge load. How the HELL I knew to do half that stuff, I have NO idea! AND I was aroused all over again and stood and jacked my own hard dick and rubbed my little balls while I rubbed my face all over his rock-hard abs and inhaled his pube-scent until I blew my nutload all over his bathroom cabinet.

I also didn’t tell them that, the next day when we were having Duane’s pool party, I admired Steven’s amazing musculature under slick wet skin and wet fur until I was beside myself wanting to be with him again. But I also started to realize why Duane idolized Steven, too – he was an amazing guy with all of our friends there, making sure everyone was having a good time and even the kids who were shy were engaged and felt involved. He was very . . . big-brotherly.

So it was no surprise when, at one point when he was throwing me in the water when we were all playing, ganging up on Steven, that I managed to grab his crotch and squeeze. I caught his eyes, and he looked like he was surprised and guilty all at the same time. That reinforced my feeling of control, and I caught him a bit later and told him I expected more, later that night.

And that night I licked that stud from head to toe, tasting and feeling every bit of him with my tongue, cumming once without even touching myself, cumming again before I was done with him . . . and getting him off three times!

The dinner audience also didn’t hear how, I had fucked Steven for the first time when he was home from university for spring break. By then there was no coercion required – Steven had given up all protest and was as into our sexploits as I was.

And what can I say about fucking his tight jock ass? AMAZING . . . It felt like an amazing, burning, tight glove around my throbbing hardon as I pumped into him and listened to him moan and felt his muscles contract and spasm with every thrust. That was the first time I learned how incredible it was to feel my balls aching as they slapped my bottom’s rock-hard butt and feeling them tickled by the fur on them. OH YEAH!

Oh, and I omitted where I tried bottoming for the first time when Steven was home for the summer. GodDAMN was THAT painful! He was big, but nothing like my size now by the way, and I can tell you I felt that for at least a week afterward, even though he ate me, fingered me and worked me up to begging for his big fuckclub for about an hour beforehand. Forget these romantic stories about first-time fucks – unless you’re in love with pain. IT HURTS!

At the time all I could do was to force my mind to bifurcate and put the pain in one part of my brain but enjoyed the scene aside from that – a man having his way with me, his even-more-amazing-by-then body’s muscles rippling and rolling as he slowly pumped me. And the O-face when he blasted his nuts in my ravaged ass was more amazing than any I’d see when I got him off before. Unfortunately, the BURN from his cum in my ravaged chute made me literally yowl as he flooded me with his jizz-blasts.

Steven concluded, after a second attempt fucking me, that I was a born top . . . and I agreed with him, as much as I LOVED fucking his jockbutt. Fortunately he LOVED having his butt deep-dicked, so we were fine. By then we’d become more friends-with-benefits than just fuck buddies. He was a great guy, and I was becoming a young man. Steven, in addition to my older, recently-acquired step-brothers, shaped my transition to manhood.

Most importantly, I didn’t add to my account in the restaurant the other night how Steven and I fucked around every time he was home from college and grad school until I left for the Academy. We only managed to hook up about once every couple of years after that for a while, then even less than that until we basically hadn’t seen each other for what seemed like forever until I was at the Pentagon the second time, and then we attempted a more regular thing. That wasn’t nearly as interesting for either of us after the first couple of months of regular fucking and hanging around together. Then, after that, we became better friends than we had been, and remain so to this day.

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Jack is a 6”2 athletic 28 year old model jock who does whatever and whoever he wants… despite having a sweet loving boyfriend named Thomas who is oblivious to his transgressions. Thomas works set shifts at work through the day so Jack takes advantage of that and as soon as his boyfriend is out of the house he is on his hook up applications browsing the potential conquests.

It isn’t long before he finds a hot 18 year old 5”7 submissive twink willing to do anything he says.

So he starts charming this teenager into submission explaining everything he wants to do to him in great detail. The boy is hooked before he has even seen a picture of Jacks 9 inch thick veiny meat.

Now the twink is under Jacks spell he tells him to send him a bunch of compromising photos completely naked and with full face pictures so he can blackmail him into doing whatever he wants later. The boy sends him picture after picture of dirty sexual pictures each one with the ability to ruin his social life. So by this point Jack is so hard and his boxers are soaked in pre cum he invites the boy over to service him.

When the boy arrives at his door he is shaking the boy feels compromised already and he hasn’t even got his clothes off! “Perfect” he thinks. “take all your clothes off boy I want to see what you have to offer me” The submissive boy does as he’s told. Standing there completely naked and shaking with vulnerability Jack looks over him. He’s completely smooth and ready to be used. 

Jack orders the boy to his knees and like any good sub he does as  he is told. Jack puts a dog collar on the boy and leads him into his and his boyfriends bedroom. There is a video camera already setup and ready. Jack pulls out his soft cock and pushes it into the boys mouth (6Inches soft) the boy gags on it clearly not very experienced. The sound of the boy gagging on his fat cock only makes it grow more quickly and soon enough the whole of mouth is full of meat with still most of the cock sticking out of his mouth. He thrusts deep into his throat and with a pop the cock slides down. He pulls in and out the boy can feel the viens on the cock and they bump past his throat Jack and the camera can see the boys throat swell dramatically whenever the cock slides down. The boy is still gagging but jack doesn’t care the boy is there for his pleasure and nothing else. 

As much as Jack enjoys a good blow job he cant help but admire a nice tight little ass and oh boy does this boy have a nice tight ass can barely slide a finger into it so he bends the boy over ass in the air and rims that hole. The boy moans out in pleasure Jack is making the boy drip pre cum he doesn’t stand a chance… After 15 minutes of poking his hole with his tongue the boy finally relaxes and its now time for the main event…

But they better hurry Thomas is due home from work in 30 minutes. So without a moment to spare Jack lubes up his raw cock and pushes into the boys ass can see the boy tearing up but jack doesn’t care he is in it to please himself not the boy so he continues to push deeper into him until the whole cock disappears. The boy is now impaled on his massive cock so he manoeuvres the boy so he’s sitting on his lap both facing forward with the boys legs spread wide for the camera to see. He grabs the boy by the hips and with his strong athletic muscles he pulls the boy up and down each time the boy goes down he makes a loud moan. Unsure if its pain or pleasure he continues. Soon enough the boy is moving with him and Jack takes that as a sign of approval to let him have it. So Jack starts thrusting hard and deep upwards into him. And the boy moans like a bitch. After about 30 seconds of the vigerous thrusting the boys cock shoots like a fountain covering himself in juice. And his ass constricts and around Jacks cock but jack keeps pounding up into his ass. He only has 15 minutes before thomas walks through that door so he fucks him so hard the boy shoots for a second time and his ass constricts tighter than before. This time however Jack cant hold back and blows his load deep into the boy. Before the boy has a chance to say anything he grabs him and pushes him out the door butt naked ass dripping cum and his clothes come flying after him. With the door shut behind him. Jack quickly puts away the video camera and cleans the bed up and jumps into the shower to get the smell of sex off of him. Moments later Thomas walks through the door and Jack greets him with a cheeky smile.

Preface

We’re going to tell a story, a story that unfolds on one floor of a college dorm for men. This story set among a diverse group of guys, different ages, different races and different backgrounds. Those who play sports, those who are studious, those who just want to party and a lot of other stereotypes of college guys one could find on any campus, anywhere. But our story only involves three guys. Three guys who will come together, not by some criminal act, or some catastrophic event, or some dramatic occurrence. They’ll come together by a series of small events, minor occurrences hardly noticeable to anyone else. But for the three guys it’ll be something that will change their perspectives about life.

1.

Charles Xavier Randall III was still seventeen when classes began. He wouldn’t be eighteen until four weeks into the semester. For Xavier there were times it seemed to matter a great deal, to finally be eighteen like the other freshman. But there were other times he figured it would not matter for what difference could it make for when he looked at the other guys, those with muscular builds or those with a full beard coming in or those that just seemed to be more mature in the way they acted he felt like he was still fourteen.  He was five five and last time he weighed himself he didn’t weigh one hundred ten pounds. He had fair skin and light blonde hair and he only had to shave a few hairs from his chin every few days. When he looked in the mirror he saw himself as he was at fourteen, the age he began to notice how the other boys were starting to mature.

He had watched the other guys in high school, the way their bodies filled out and he wondered why his own wasn’t following suit.  And his disappointment was made manifest in the way his own father treated him. A man who got what he wanted when he wanted. A man who stood  six foot three and had a muscular body who was active, physical in his pursuits while Xavier was not. Xavier noticed as he got older his father had less and less to do with him, and he resented it and at the same time was glad his father left him alone.  He had hoped college would give him some avenue of escape but every morning in the bathroom getting ready, or every afternoon when he was studying and the guys on his floor paraded by his door, some half naked, some goofing off, making crude jokes, he felt as trapped as he did at home.

But their teasing wasn’t about his looks but about his name. All his life he had been Charlie, to his parents and his friends, but on the very first day in the dorm room his roommate saw his schedule printed out with his full name across the top. ”Xavier! Is that really your name?” Todd had teased and soon the whole floor was calling him Xavier. It didn’t seem such a big deal until a few days later he overheard one of the guys saying it sounded queer. The idea of his name sounding queer terrified him for he did have those thoughts, had given it consideration only to let his fear of his father cause him to conceal it.

But the feelings remained and he found himself struggling not to check out the other guys, diverting his eyes constantly till he knew some thought he was stuck up, a snob living up to his name as Charles Xavier Randall III. His eyes were captured by the guys with muscular bodies who paraded around in just gym shorts or a towel. He wondered what it would be like to have such a body, to have such strength. A body that made others want to be with them. Then there were the guys who were just attractive, those with outgoing personalities. Keith McKenzie was the one who captured his attention the most. Keith was tall, lean in build, but graceful in the way he moved. And Keith was one of the few guys who would always speak to him, always pleasant to be around. Xavier found himself listening for Keith’s return from classes each day, waiting for the sound of him coming down the hall joking around or talking loud enough for him to hear.

He sat back in his chair and stretched his arms over his head taking the stiffness from his back. He was twisting his back when he heard them, several guys coming down the hall, laughing as they joked around, and among the voices was Keith. He straightened up and pretending to be reading, his eyes glancing toward the door every few seconds as he waited. The voices grew closer and closer and as the first couple of guys passed, not bothering to look in Xavier’s door, he felt comfortable keeping watch as they passed.  Keith was last, hands in his pockets, and as he came into view Xavier was looking out while holding his breath.

“Hey Xavier” Keith said, nodding his head as he passed.

“Hey…Keith” Xavier stammered realizing Keith was gone before he finished his reply. He wondered how he could get Keith to do something with him, even if it was just to run down to the deli on the corner at Magnolia and Third. Could he just casually go up and ask him to tag along as the others did or would his attraction toward Keith show on his face making for an awkward situation?

2.

Keith didn’t think anything of speaking to everyone, felt it was natural to be pleasant, to say hello. He loved being around people, loved to hang out with the guys, flirt with the girls, compete in sports or some game and he found the responses back from most made it all worthwhile. He found very few of the guys on his dorm floor to be of a personality he could not feel comfortable being around. He never wanted to be alone, wanted the company of someone for everything. He checked who had the same schedule in the mornings for someone to have breakfast, at lunch he found a few classmates in his history class who would join him in the cafeteria and each evening he got a group together for dinner. He found the company of men as comforting as the company of women.

Keith never gave it much thought how he could associate with anyone who he liked to share time together but now that he was in college, on his own away from his parents, his siblings and friends from high school, he found himself considering the relationships with the other guys, wondered what it would be like for it to be something more, something more intimate: something sexual. He could never really let the idea formulate till an image developed thus causing it to seem like a foolish thought for to do otherwise would admit something he wasn’t sure he was ready to do. He knew the term, had heard it in high school when one of the girls had made the admission, labeling herself bisexual.  Bisexual was something he wasn’t sure he was ready to label himself for he knew how his parents would react. The notion of something of a sexual nature always being something perverse, not to be discussed, something the church demonized, made evil. He had accepted such condemnation prior to college, but now that he was around others who were much more liberal, open to ideas without judgment he began to reconsider the possibility.

This possibility was made manifest in the flesh by one of the guys on his floor, someone he would have never considered being his type. He wasn’t sure what his type was but he knew the one guy he found himself attracted defied what he assumed it would be. It surprised him how he found himself going out of his way to speak to him even though he seemed at times aloof, but Xavier always spoke to him and Keith wondered if Xavier was just terribly shy. He knew Xavier had to feel like an outsider for he saw how most of the guys ignored him, or worse, made fun of him. He had such a slight build and he was so androgynous in appearance.  A male with features slightly feminine. Keith had seen Xavier in the bathroom one morning shaving just his chin and he found himself looking at Xavier in a new way. The line of jaw, the way Xavier’s nose wasn’t prominent and slightly upturned with eyes vivid blue. Then there was the fair skin, such a natural glow to it, the way he did not see any blemishes anywhere, not on Xavier’s face or neck, down his back or chest, or down his legs. He looked like a young man, or a young girl, and this attraction confused Keith, made him wonder about sexual identity and what it meant.

When he passed Xavier’s door with the guys he had wanted to stop and talk to him but he had been with Allen who could be belligerent, especially when it came to Xavier. Allen considered Xavier a snob and wanted nothing to do with him, but Keith wondered if there was something about Xavier that made Allen uncomfortable. He wondered if it was the same thing that made him feel an attraction to Xavier. It seemed so complicated, these responses to other people and the way they interacted with each other. He wanted it to be simple, wanted it to be acceptable to like who you wanted to like and not be made to feel ashamed of it.

When he got to his room he saw his roommate was gone. He actually closed the door when he went in wanting a minute to himself to think, to scheme of a way to get to know Xavier. A knock at his door as it swung open and a head moved around it.

“Hey Keith, we going to grab a pizza. You want to go?” John who lived across the hall asked.

“Nah, I’m not hungry yet so I’ll pass.”

“Okay…catch ya later” John replied pulling the door shut.

‘No big deal’ he thought of his refusal to go as he looked at the closed door. First thing was to pass on going with any of the guys for dinner then see if he would have an opportunity to catch Xavier. He knew Xavier always went around 7:30 and always alone.

3.

Jack Lancaster had found college so intimidating the first few days but after getting his bearings on campus and finding his classes it was not nearly as difficult as he was led to believe and he found himself relaxing. He was the first person in his family to go to college. His mother and father had pushed hard for him to do well and prepare for college wanting him to escape the hard life of the farm. He knew they were right seeing how his mother had to work in the nearby town as an insurance agent and his father worked long hours farming trying to make ends meet. He had helped when he could after school, weekends and during the summer but it was still a struggle. He wanted to find a different life for himself, wanted to escape to a place he could feel free. He wasn’t sure what he wanted but since arriving on campus he had managed to go to one of the frat parties then last weekend he got invited to some private party thrown by an art student that was at an old house just off campus.  Jack found the diversity of people at the party exciting. To actually see gays and lesbians, people in attire expressing themselves. He found himself watching the others, working his way into their conversations so he could get a sense of their characters. He realized how weird it was to be around people who would be considered outsiders back in his community but here in the college atmosphere he suddenly felt as if he was the outsider.

In the dorm he had the room at the end of the hall opposite from the bathroom at the other end. It gave him a quieter room but also made him feel like he was missing out on some of the things the guys on his floor would get into so he constantly kept his door open so he could hear if anything was going on. He also found the walk to and from the bathroom a good way to check up on the others and see what was happening. He found his way into video games, watching movies, sharing in pizzas and getting invited to some party somewhere off campus. He also was able to check out the other guys, see what type of personalities he was surrounded by on the floor.  He became friends with John, Ryan and Bryan next door. There was also Keith, whom he liked to hang out with but it usually involved Allen, who for some reason he just could not stand to be around.  Then there were others he tried to get to know such as William  who was majoring in Architecture and was therefore rarely around, Chad who was in business who he found intriguing being from the state of Oregon and finally there was the one that intrigued him the most, the one he couldn’t figure out, that made him uneasy in some ways but in others enticed him to get to know.  It was Xavier in room 321.

4.

Keith saw Xavier come out of his room, head down looking neither left or right as he locked his door. Keith knew Xavier did not hang out with any of the guys on the floor so his posture, his lack of interest in his surroundings was not surprising.

“Hey Xavier, you going to dinner?” Keith asked coming up closer. Xavier jumped, startled that someone was addressing him, and it made him even more nervous it was Keith. He looked at Keith with a confused look on his face as if Keith spoke another language.

“Huh…yeah” Xavier replied in such a low voice Keith barely heard the response.

“Well, I’m going into town to this new diner; you want to go?”

“What?”

“You want to go?” Keith repeated as he gave Xavier his most innocent smile.  “Come on, my treat if you go with me. I don’t like to eat alone.”

“Why didn’t you get one of your friends to…”

“Oh those idiots were going for pizza again; I’m sick of pizza. So what do you say?”

“Well…” Xavier hesitated, his defenses telling him to say no.

“Oh hell, come on” Keith interjected as he put a hand on Xavier’s shoulder and turned him toward the stairs. “I’ll drive.”

The diner was in the Williamston district, all the way across town from the college. A place Keith knew none of the guys would be found.  They had to wait for nearly an hour for a table, time Keith used to talk about himself, tell Xavier of the small town he grew up in, what it was like at his home with his parents and siblings. He told of mundane events, silly asides and how he viewed college as his opportunity to finally do things he wanted to do. As he talked he watched Xavier’s expression, the way he stood before him, watching for signs Xavier was finally relaxing in his presence. 

“The thing about finally being here at college is…” Keith suddenly stammered,  unsure at first how to state what he was trying to say. He looked at the people around them wondering if anyone was listening to him talk and he leaned toward Xavier a bit closer, lowering his voice, “…I mean, well…I thought it would be easier. I thought the opportunities to…explore things would avail themselves almost without trying. You know what I mean?”

It was the first time Keith really stopped talking. The first time he asked Xavier for a response and he watched Xavier’s face, a concentration of forming a response, the words formulating the ideas.

“I guess…well yeah, I thought…” Xavier began then looking down trying to find the right words as Keith waited patiently. “I thought college would be this place so big, with so much happening, I could slip through it without…” Xavier stammered, coming to a stop, unsure or afraid to say what he was thinking out loud.

“Without the guys bullying you?”

Xavier just nodded his head in reply.

“Excuse me, your table is ready” the hostess interrupted making them realize how close they were standing to each other, almost intimate in the way Keith was standing so near to hear everything Xavier had to say.

It was awkward at first. The two of them silent as they looked at the unfamiliar menu. Keith wondered if he had gone too far, worried he was pushing too hard to get Xavier to open up. As they waited for their food Keith began to talk about his classes, the professors he found amusing or troublesome in some way. This seemed to break Xavier out of the shell he had retreated into a few minutes earlier. Xavier told Keith of his class schedule, so similar to Keith’s only with different instructors giving him a different opinion of some of the courses. By the time the food arrived Xavier seemed to finally find a comfort zone with Keith for he actually leaned back in his chair and sat in a relaxed posture.

When the food arrived Xavier seemed to find the act of eating a time he could let down his guard, and that actually being with Keith at dinner didn’t seem so surreal. He began to tell Keith of his own home life, the expectations he knew he could not live up to and how he knew he disappointed his father.

“Oh we all disappoint our fathers” Keith interjected trying to lighten the mood for he saw Xavier slipping back into his shell with the mere mention of his father. Keith moved the subject to movies asking Xavier he had seen the new action flick playing at the cinema. Their conversation grew more casual, each relaxing back in their chairs when they had finished their meals.

Keith didn’t know how long they had been talking but he knew the waitress would be over soon with the check and he felt anxious about the meal ending and having to head back to campus. He stretched his legs out till he felt his right foot brush up against Xavier’s foot, determined to make some sort of contact with this person in front of him. This person who intrigued him so.

Xavier jumped, sat up quickly in his chair pulling his feet back literally underneath him.

“Oh sorry man, I didn’t mean to kick you” Keith stated in false apology feeling foolish as he did so. ‘Why couldn’t he just be honest with Xavier’ he wondered as he too sat up.

“It’s okay” Xavier replied but his posture, the way he sat showed someone displaying some innate fear.

They drove back to campus in silence, any ideas of prolonging the night by suggesting some other endeavor no longer seemed to make sense. Near campus Xavier shifted in his seat, finally turning to look over at Keith.

“Thanks Keith. I appreciate you inviting me to…” Xavier hesitated then looking out the side window again he continued, “I’m sorry to be so jumpy, it’s just…”

Xavier let his voice trail off, his sentence unfinished, as he wondered what he should have done differently.

Back at the dorm they entered the stair, Keith following Xavier, watching the way his body moved as he climbed the stairs. The floor was quiet, most of the guys still gone, Keith knew more than likely at some bar after grabbing pizza. They moved down the hall not talking and as they passed the few doors that were open they looked inside to see one or two guys watching television or playing some video game.  When they got to Xavier’s door Keith stood behind him, watching the way he fumbled with his keys then worked to get the door open. Xavier pushed the door open and as he stepped inside he turned to Keith.

“Thanks again. I guess I should get some studying done.”

“Yeah, okay” Keith replied. “I’ll catch up with you later?” he added as he turned to go to  his own room.

“Yeah…that’ll be nice” Xavier said as he watched Keith move away. He pushed the door closed so no one could see how confused he felt, the way his insides felt tied up in knots wondering if he had messed up, if Keith would have anything else to do with him.

Keith moved down to his room and as he unlocked the door and started inside he felt eyes looking at him; sensed someone’s stare. He glanced down the hall and saw Jack standing at his door looking back his way.

“Hey Jack.”

“Keith.”

5.

‘Why is Keith suddenly doing something with Xavier’ Jack wondered as he heard Keith’s door close. He stood wondering why he felt angry, why it bothered him so. It was dumb to be worked up over two guys, especially Keith and even more so with Xavier. But he was and it dawned on Jack that what he felt was jealously. It embarrassed him to realize it and he went into his room and fell back on his bed. Staring at the ceiling he tried to push the whole situation from his mind, tried to think of something else. But he couldn’t get around it, no matter how hard he tried. Maybe he just needed to do what Keith had done. Maybe he just needed to approach Xavier about doing something together.

But what?

Xavier showed no interest in sports, as far as he knew Xavier didn’t even own a bicycle. ‘Why ride a bike when you have a BMW in the parking lot’ he wondered to himself remembering the dark blue convertible in the student lot that he had seen Xavier get out of on numerous occasions. It was odd how Xavier seemed to take great pains to conceal the fact he had the car,  parking it two lots over and in the back. He knew because he parked there to hide his vehicle. It was a twenty year old truck, once used on the farm, the body battered with scratches, a couple of dents and the painted finish long since gone, the blue faded to a dull hue. He knew his accent gave him away as being from the country but he didn’t want to add to the image by being seen in his old truck.

He stretched then folded his hand together resting his head in them as he tried to think of some way to get in with Xavier.  Maybe he liked playing video games, or watching movies or going to listen to bands. Xavier had been keeping to himself so much Jack had no idea what any of his interest could be. ‘Fucking pussy’ he uttered, referring to himself and he knew it was silly to scheme, to think of some angle to get to know Xavier. Why didn’t he do like he had done with the other guys and just knock on his door and ask him if he wanted to hang out. 

But he knew the answer, for up till now he was afraid to be seen talking to Xavier. He’d heard so many of the guys call Xavier a homo, a fag, queer, joking about how they were nervous to be in the showers when Xavier was around. The usual numbskull jock banter but he had let it get to him. It had made him hesitate to even speak to Xavier, much less get to know him. But Keith just went off with Xavier, probably to dinner somewhere and if Keith could do it why not him he wondered.

“Fuck it” he uttered out loud as he stood up and look in the mirror. His dark brown hair was messed up but in a way he thought looked good, somewhat fashionable if he did say so himself. His white t-shirt was all wrinkled and a food stain on the front from lunch earlier that day. The white contrasted well with his dark skin tone but it was too messed up. He slipped it over his head and tossed it on his bed. In the mirror he saw his lean body, one muscular from work on the family farm, not bulked up like the guys who go to the gym. He ran his hand down his chest and over his stomach feeling the smooth firm skin as he closed his eyes imagining it was Xavier doing it, Xavier who was touching him making goose bumps rise up. Opening his eyes he looked at the way his beard came in, such a definite outline along his jaw, over his mouth and around his chin with the small gap below his lower lip. He ran his hand along his jaw feeling the two day stubble wondering if he should shave, wondering if Xavier would find him more appealing clean shaven or would Xavier like him to have a five o’clock shadow.

The debate rambled around in his mind as he reached for the door to his small closet. On a shelf over his hung items he pulled down a white tank top, one that was cut larger than most and fit him loosely. He slipped it on then combed his hand through his hair and smiled knowing he was not going to shave. He stood back from the mirror so he could see more of his body in the mirror. He put his hands in the pocket of his jeans and pushed downward letting them slip down till they looked to be hanging from his hips and the short tail of the tank top set a bit above the waistband. He was going to see if he could push Xavier’s buttons.

The corridor was still quiet as Jack moved toward Xavier’s room. He noticed Keith’s door was still open and he passed it quickly and quietly, glancing in to see if Keith would notice him going by. Keith had been sitting on his bed watching television and didn’t appear to notice him.  At Xavier’s door he stood at staring at the plastic ‘321’ on the door. ‘Don’t be a pussy’ he told himself and knocked. It seemed forever before he heard the lock being undone. ‘Come on Xavier, open the door’ he repeated in his mind worried some of the guys would come back any moment.  The door opened a couple of inches and one eye came to the gap.

“Jeff?”

“Jack, my name is Jack.”

“Jack. Sorry.”

“It’s okay man. It’s not like we’ve been introduced or anything” Jack replied giving the corridor a quick look each way. When he looked back at Xavier he saw the door was open a bit more, enough to allow Xavier’s whole face to be visible and Xavier’s eyes were moving back up from scanning his body. He suppressed the urge to smile as he raised one arm, propping his elbow against the wall as he leaned in toward Xavier.

“Hey, I can’t sleep and this place is dead as hell. I saw you come in just a few minutes ago and knew you might still be up. You up for some gaming…or something?”

“Well…I was playing a game now. You want to come in and play?”

“Oh hell yeah. Anything to not be sitting in my room bored.”

They had been playing for nearly two hours, Jack sitting on the floor leaned back against Xavier’s bed and Xavier sitting on it, each working their fingers frantically trying to best the other.

“Damn, you’re a hell of a lot better than most of the other guys” Jack uttered as the sound of his man dying in yet another explosion came from the television.

“Well, I probably play too much…to occupy my time” Xavier admitted as he hit the reset button. He kept his eyes on the screen, his mind occupied by the game for to do otherwise would find his eyes locked on the exposed shoulders just down to his right. The smooth dark skin he wanted desperately to reach over and touch. He had noticed a light freckling along Jack’s shoulders, had noticed the way Jack’s hair had some slight curl made more obvious by being messed up and the way it lay over Jack’s neck, had noticed the curve of Jack’s ear, and he had noticed the line of beard growth along Jack’s jaw and the way it curved up to the sideburns. At times Jack’s movements made the tank top pull away from his body and Xavier would find himself looking down along Jack’s chest seeing the small round nipple and for him it was as erotic and teasing as it must have been for the guys when looking at a woman.  He couldn’t believe a guy’s body, something regularly on display with so many going shirtless all the time, could seem so tempting when he only had partial views of it.

“We should call it a night after this game. I have an early class in the morning” Xavier said as he started the game again.

“Yeah, I do too” Jack replied actually sounding disappointed.

They feel into the rhythm of the game, working against each other, one trying to best the other. They moved their fingers deftly from button to toggle switch as they made their characters in the game do their bidding. Jack began to move his body more, to lean one way or the other as he tried to make his character move faster. Soon his arm was brushing up against Xavier’s leg. The contact was too distracting to Xavier and he messed up. The sound of his character dying came from the television.

“Well I’ll be damned; I beat you for once” Jack bragged as he moved around on the floor to face Xavier. “This has been fun. We’ll have to play more often.”

“Yeah, I liked playing with you” Xavier replied as he busied himself with putting the game away as he avoided looking at Jack.

Jack sensed Xavier’s nervousness and he leaned back telling himself to back off for now. He watched the lean body of Xavier move before him and he wondered how long it’ll take to make a play on him, or even if Xavier would be remotely willing. He stood up, stretched his arms out and twisted his torso taking out the stiffness and he saw Xavier stop what he was doing and stare at him for a moment, just the briefest of moments before turning away. Jack smiled at how he had gotten Xavier’s attention.

“Well I’m heading back to my room. I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“Okay…Jack?”

“Yes?”

“Thanks. It was fun.”

“No problem man” Jack replied as he told himself the fun hasn’t begun.

6.

Xavier came from class, sweat trickling down from his hair and down his sides. He felt exhausted, not from fatigue but from the unusual heat for the middle of October. His clothes even reflected the way he felt, his shirt tail half tucked in and half out. Arriving at the dorm he breathed a sigh of relief as he felt the cool conditioned air hit him when he opened the door. He staggered up the stairs to the third floor and actually struggled to open the corridor door. He moved slowly down the corridor, head held down looking at the floor not bothering to see what was going on in the rooms that had their doors open with the laughter and the banter, music blaring from some and televisions playing in others. He was almost to his own door when he heard his name called out.

“Xavier. Xavier!”

Xavier turned and saw Jack standing at one of the open doors behind him. He nodded his head in acknowledgment, wondering what Jack wanted.

“Hey, toss your stuff in your room and come on over. We’re short a player.”

“What?” Xavier asked, not sure he heard right. Jack smiled at him, shaking his head at the way Xavier was confused by such a simple gesture.

“Throw your shit in your room and get your ass down here. We need another player” Jack said sarcastically.

“Oh…okay. Give me a minute.”

Xavier went into his room and tossed his backpack on his bed. He raised his right arm and looked at the way it was so sweat stained under the arms. He couldn’t stand the feeling of the shirt and he pulled it off and pulled out a t-shirt. He ran his hand through his damp hair as he glanced in the mirror quickly, grabbed up his keys and headed out.

When he arrived at the room he knew was Ryan’s he saw John and Jack sitting on the bed and Ryan in a chair getting the video game set up. Xavier was relieved to see Allen was not part of the group.

“Hey Xavier, come on in” Ryan called out as he kept getting everything set up. It was amazing to Xavier to see Ryan treat him as one of the guys and he moved into the room, pulled the one other chair over to the foot of the bed so John and Jack still had a view of the television.

“You’re playing with Jack” John said handing over controller. “He says you’re good and for his sake you better be” he added looking up at Xavier smiling. Xavier knew John hoped he was not very good at the game thus letting Ryan and him to beat them. Jack gave Xavier a knowing look shaking his head and Xavier knew Jack wanted him not to say anything.

“What is the game?” Xavier asked and when Ryan held up the game box he struggled to suppress a smile. It was one of his favorites.

They played till it grew dark outside and the noise of a typical evening in the dorm came in from the corridor. Different guys stuck their head in from time to time to make some comment or ask a question, most giving Xavier a surprised look. Ryan and John refused to stop for they refused to accept how often Jack and Xavier were beating them.

“I’ll order a couple of pizzas” Ryan said at the end of a game, pulling out his phone to call in an order for delivery. Xavier reached for his wallet to give Ryan some cash. Ryan shook his head no whispering past his phone he’d get it.

“Damn straight you’ll buy…loser” Jack joked as he pulled a soda from the mini-frig next to Ryan’s desk. “Everyone ready for something to drink?”

It was after ten o’clock before Ryan and John finally gave up and everyone agreed to call it a night. Xavier stood up and was the first to head toward the door.

“Hey Xavier” John called out.

Turning Xavier saw the three guys looking up at him.

“Good play.”

“Thanks” Xavier replied and he turned quickly and walked out so the guys wouldn’t see him smile. It was the first time he felt like one of the guys on the floor. He didn’t notice the way Jack watched him as he left the room, watched the way his body moved, with thoughts on things other than gaming.

7.

Keith rubbed his eyes and leaned back stretching his back. He had been with a small group of classmates studying for an exam coming up till each one said they couldn’t do any more. They had used their classroom with permission of their professor where they had been at it since three o’clock that afternoon and it was now after nine. Keith lifted his backpack from the floor and began stuffing his books and notebook into it as he listened to one guy go over a set of principles one more time making the others groan.

“Give it a rest man, we’re too tired to focus and need a break” Keith said as he stood up and slipped his backpack on. He didn’t wait on any of the others. He wanted a break not only from the material but from his fellow classmates. He came into the corridor and instead of taking the nearest stair decided to walk around the corridor to the far side and go down the stair there. It would put him on the side of the building closest to the dorm complex and it would let him avoid the others. His footsteps made a soft squeaking sound as he walked along the deserted corridor. The rooms were dark on each side with their doors closed.  When he rounded the last corner and could see the stair door at the far wall in front of him he picked up his pace.  About half way down he saw a door open, light spilling out into the corridor. ‘Another study group’ he thought as he got closer. He was about ten feet away when he saw the sign by the door announcing the LGBT support group meeting and it made him slow almost to a stop. He wondered if he would recognize anyone in the room. He could hear them stirring around, desk sliding on the floor and people talking. He eased up closer to the door  and was about to look in when a couple of guys came out. They were clearly together, their bodies nearly touching, their heads slightly angled to each other as they talked to each other. Keith stopped letting them pass in front of him and he found himself glancing back watching them walk together down the corridor wondering what it was like, two guys together like that.

He turned to continue to the stair and ran into someone before he could perceive anyone was there. They literally bounced off of each other and he heard books crash to the floor.

“Oh…I’m sorry” Keith uttered as he got his balance. He suddenly realized it was Xavier who was stooped down frantically trying to get his books and notebook picked up. “Xavier?”

Xavier stopped suddenly recognizing Keith’s voice. He looked up slowly as he stacked his books and picked them up. He looked at Keith with a panicked look, eyes wide and mouth hanging open slightly but not making a sound.

“Hey man, you…” Keith began but Xavier jumped up and ran for the stair. “Xavier…wait!” Keith called out but Xavier ran on, pushed through the door and disappeared. Keith started to run after him but something told him to hold off, to give Xavier some distance. He looked into the room and saw several guys gathered at the door giving him a judgmental look.

“I didn’t mean to scare him…I…” Keith stammered not sure what to say and he looked back at the door to the stair aware of the sudden quiet in the corridor. He turned back to the guys in the doorway, “I’ll talk to him when I get to the dorm. I don’t know why he…I mean, I don’t care if he’s…gay” he added, letting his voice trail off as he started walking away even before he finished talking. He felt a sudden need to get back to the dorm and talk to Xavier.

The floor of the dorm was the usual scene of guys moving from room to room, doors open with music or the sounds of gaming coming from them. Keith moved quickly down the corridor till he was standing in front of Xavier’s door not surprised to see it securely closed. He knocked, this knuckles rapping against the wood door three times. He waited and heard no response from within. He knocked again then leaned in close to the door. “Xavier?” he called out just loud enough for Xavier to hear.

Nothing.

“Come on Xavier. It’s okay, open up” Keith asked. When he saw someone walking toward him he moved back breaking the closeness he had had with the door allowing him to talk to Xavier without others hearing.

“Hey Keith?” Mark said as he walked by, one of the guys Keith didn’t know very well and he wasn’t surprised to hear the questioning tone in Mark’s voice nor the look he gave him for standing at Xavier’s door. Keith watched Mark walk down the corridor then go into Tom’s room then he turned back to the door and knocked again.

“Xavier” Keith whispered again.

“Go away” Xavier replied, his voice sharp, curt and Keith backed away and knew he wasn’t going to get Xavier to open the door at this time. Heading on to his own room he saw Jack at the door of his room.  ‘Xavier was with Jack the other day. I wonder if he can get him to open up?’ Keith thought as he went into his room, tossed his backpack down and headed for Jack’s room.

Jack was no longer at his door when Keith came out into the corridor and when he finally stood in the open doorway he saw Jack was at his desk reading a text book. He knocked on the open door as he came in getting Jack’s attention.

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Keith asked moving into the room and sitting on Jack’s bed right across from him.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“I was wondering…well…you’re friends with Xavier, right?”

“Xavier? I guess…I mean he hangs out with you more than he does me. What is this about?”

“I sort of upset him. I didn’t mean to but…now he want open his door.”

“How did you do that?” Jack asked and Keith knew he was at the point where he had to find out if Jack could be trusted.

“This has to stay between us. You can’t go telling any of the other guys. Okay?”

“Okay?” Jack replied in a questioningly tone obviously wondering what Keith was driving at and at the same time having a suspicion what this was about.

“I ran into Xavier on campus and…” Keith looked over at the open door and even though Jack was at the end of the corridor away from the others he still felt too exposed. He got up and eased the door closed and leaned back against it taking a deep breath. He moved back into the room sitting on the bed again. “I saw Xavier coming out of a gay and lesbian support group and he panicked when he saw me.”

“Oh” Jack replied sitting back. After a long moment of silence Jack looked over at the wall, what he was looking at Keith wasn’t sure, but when he started talking he sounded tired, his voice lower than usual. “I don’t know why it still matters, why some of the guys have such a problem with it…but I’ve seen the way some treat Xavier and imagine the fear he has on being found out…at least I…” Jack suddenly stopped.

“So you’ll not say anything?”

“I might say a lot before long but no, not about Xavier.”

Keith looked at Jack and wondered what he meant but he didn’t say anything.

“Can I ask you something?” Jack asked breaking the silence.

“Yes.”

“Have you ever…thought about what two guys do?”

‘Was he joking?’ Keith wondered but when he looked at Jack he knew he was serious. “Well…I guess I’ve wondered how it is…different.”

Jack just nodded his head then sat up in his chair. “What time is it?” he asked Keith even as he picked up his phone to look. “It is nine twenty. Have you been to that diner over on twenty-third that is open all night?”

“A couple of times.”

“Let’s go see if we can get Xavier to come out and if he does then we’ll go there. It’s far enough away that we shouldn’t run into anyone.”

8.

Xavier lay on his bed, berating himself for not opening the door when Keith had knocked. He didn’t know why he ran or why he was holed up in his room but there was some innate fear he couldn’t suppress. He kept imagining his father or some of the guys on the floor coming at him with their accusations and condemnations. But there were so many guys who were openly gay on campus he didn’t understand why it was so hard for him. Tears streamed from his eyes and trickled down the side of his face as he lay there. He hadn’t moved since coming in.

The usual noise in the corridor had died down till he could no longer hear anyone moving about letting him finally relax. His room was perfectly quiet, no noise of any kind and he lay staring at the ceiling with his jumbled up thoughts. He jumped when there was suddenly another knock at his door.

“Xavier. It’s me” Jack whispered through the door.

‘Jack?’ Xavier was surprised to hear his voice then wondered if Keith would actually get Jack involved. Would he tell Jack?

“Come on…open the door” Jack said.

Xavier eased up swinging his feet to the floor. He stood up and moved to the door easing it open to reveal Jack standing right in front of it.

“Yeah?” Xavier asked.

“Xavier” Keith said stepping out and moving behind Jack, “we should talk.”

Xavier looked at Keith then Jack nodding his head, knowing Jack did indeed know Keith had seen him at the LGBT meeting. “Okay” he finally said stepping aside to let them come in.

“Get your shoes on; we’re going to that diner over on twenty-third” Jack stated as Keith and he stood at the door in the corridor.

Jack led the way, Xavier following closely behind with Keith bringing up the rear as they made their way to the stairs, down to the ground floor and outside.

“Keith can you drive? I have an old pickup.”

“I can drive” Keith replied.

“No, I’ll drive. My car is in the first lot” Xavier said as he reached in his pocket and pulled out his keys. “It’s a nice night and we can put the top down.”

“You parked in the first lot?” Jack asked.

Xavier smiled at him realizing Jack knew he typically parked in the back lot. “I didn’t feel like the walk last night when I came back.”

Keith climbed in back and Jack settled into the passenger seat as Xavier started the car and lowered the top. Xavier drove out of the parking lot and turned toward town. Within a few blocks they were in town.

“Cut over to Garden Street and take it south till we come to twenty-third” Jack said as he reached for the stereo. “What do you listen to when you drive around?”

Music began to play and Xavier seemed to relax, his body posture settle into a comfortable position. Jack slide down low in his seat with his knees propped on the dash. Keith moved to the center of the back seat leaned forward, arms resting on each seat back.

“Nice car. Birthday present?” Keith asked.

“More like a bribe” Xavier replied his facial expression very serious.

“Seriously?” Keith asked.

“Yeah. My fucking father wanted me to stay home last summer when he and my mom went to Europe for a month.”

“A month?”

“Yeah. So I stayed home and got a new car.”

“Well I would have stayed home too for a nice car” Jack stated as he looked over at Keith and Xavier. “I mean fuck, go to Europe on your own later…better yet take me instead.”

For a moment only the sound of music filled the silence but Keith, then Jack and finally Xavier began to laugh.

Xavier pulled into the parking deck across the street from the diner that occupied the corner space of the building, the interior so brightly lit it made everything around it seem even darker. The diner wasn’t busy and the three of them soon had a booth up front at the window. Xavier sat near the window with Jack next to him and Keith on the opposite side.

“So you guys expect me to confess all or something?” Xavier asked after the waitress left with their order.

“No…we just wish you would be honest with us and not freak out about it” Keith replied.

“What about you guys? Have you always been straight with me?” Xavier asked and he saw Jack look down for a moment and Keith grin, the kind of grin of someone hiding something. “Well?”

“Feel the tension in the air” Jack whispered and he looked up smiling shaking his head. “Okay Xavier.”

9.

They drove back in silence, each lost to his thoughts, the previous conversation coming back to each one in its own way. Jack had admitted to being gay, to struggling with how to make that first step from living a lie pretending to be straight. He admitted how he worried about how some of the guys on their floor would react and he admitted to checking out some of them, including Xavier. The conversation had made Xavier emboldened but also embarrassed. Xavier talked of how he felt, what it was like on the dorm floor for him being left out all the time until recently but at the same time worried about being included, afraid he would give himself away, reveal his sexuality to the wrong person; Allen in particular.

When Xavier finished Jack and he looked at Keith, wondering if he was going to join in, admit to being gay. Keith had smiled mischievously back at them then laughed. When he finally leaned forward, his expression slightly more serious he told them he still liked girls, but he admitted to feeling an attraction to guys too. He talked of the confusion he once had about it, this duality of his sexual desires but now he just felt cautious about it, this need to keep this aspect of himself hidden from those like Allen who are belligerent in their response to such things. And he had not explored this attraction with another guy although he admitted he wanted to do so.

For a moment Jack and Xavier sat silent as Keith sat smiling back at them having nothing more to say. The waitress appeared suddenly and brought them back to their surroundings and Xavier pulled out a credit card to pay the check as Jack checked his phone for the time.

“Jesus, it’s late. We should head back” Jack stated as he slipped the phone back into his pocket.

They rode in silence on the drive back, Xavier trying to focus on his driving, making the right turns and shifting smoothly as he drove. Jack leaned against the door and for most of the ride let his hand move in the swift currents passing around the windshield. His hand moved up and down with the slightest shift in its position and Jack watched it with dulled awareness.  Keith sat in the back leaned back to one side watching Xavier drive then over to Jack, watching how he was playing with the wind. Each knew the other had to be thinking about their conversation earlier, each knowing they were being themselves for the first time.

The dorm was fully lit up, and on their floor guys were coming and going from room to room. There was the usual chaotic nature of horsing around and groups gathered in one room or another. It made Xavier, Jack and Keith self conscious, aware of how they felt so different from these guys, none more so than Keith. Having admitted to being bisexual suddenly seemed very real, something tangible that could be acted upon, and he felt a difference from the guys on the floor he’d not really felt before.

“I guess I should just call it a night” Xavier said as they came to his door first.

“Yeah, me too. We’ll catch up later?” Jack said to Xavier as Keith and he moved on down the corridor.

“Okay” Xavier replied as he went into his room.

It had been awkward, their return to the dorm as if something had been left unsaid. Keith found his roommate and three other guys playing video games and he slipped in behind them and onto his bed to watch. Jack eased into his room where, like Xavier he had managed to have one to himself. Xavier’s roommate had gotten another room and no one had to say why, for it was obvious how the guy was afraid of Xavier. For Jack it was different. His roommate had fucked up and gotten kicked out.

Jack lay on his bed staring at the ceiling knowing this night ended all wrong. He knew it should have been different. He looked at his phone, dismissing the missed  calls and looked at the time. He had time to review the material for an exam one more time. He turned and dropped his feet to the floor. At his desk he opened the book, let his eyes move over the material but he had no comprehension of what he was looking at on the pages. He closed the book and stared at the wall. ‘Tomorrow night’ he thought.

10.

Keith leaned back setting his fork down and looked over at the long line that still existed waiting to get served. It amazed him how many people came through this particular cafeteria. He had twenty minutes before his last class of the day. He pulled his phone out and pulled up a game he had been playing between classes. His fingers moved over the screen rapidly as he work his way through another level of the game. He was almost to the end when his phone beeped with an incoming text.

“Shit” as he messed up losing the round due to the distraction. He switched to the main screen and saw it was Jack. He tapped the message bringing it up.

          My room – 9:30 2nite

Keith closed the message and leaned back wondering what Jack was planning. And he wondered if Xavier would be there.

11.

Jack’s phone beeped and he saw Keith’s reply. ‘ok’ was on the screen and he smiled, wondering if Keith had any inclination what he was up to in inviting him over tonight.  He leaned forward to get back to his studies but struggled to maintain concentration.  It was Xavier he was worried about and not having taken the time to get his cell phone number he had no way to contact him except by the note he slipped under Xavier’s door when he got back from his day’s classes. He didn’t want to come face to face with Xavier until tonight for he wanted to avoid any questions about what he was up to with his invite. He had even closed his door and was listening to music with his earbuds. He only had ten more problems to do and he took a deep breath and refocused his mind to the task.

It took over an hour to work through the problems and he leaned back stretching his arms upward. He twisted his head back and forth and when he was looking toward the door he saw the white paper on the floor just inside his door. He jumped up quickly and snatched it up. It was a half of a page of notebook paper neatly torn and folded in two and he knew it had to be Xavier’s reply. Opening it he saw the neat print in black ink.

          I’ll see you at 9:30. Xavier

Smiling, Jack nodded his head at the positive response knowing Xavier and Keith agreed to arrive at the appointed time. He ran his hand through his hair now wondering exactly how to get things going, whether to take a direct approach or something decidedly more subtle.

12.

Xavier looked at the clock and it was only two minutes since he had last looked at it. He had been doing this for over an half hour and finally it was nearly nine thirty. He stood up and looked in the mirror. His hair was too perfect for he had combed it half a dozen times. He ran his hand through it messing it up slightly making it look more natural. He eased his door open, almost expecting someone to jump out when he did so. He stuck his head out and looked both ways. The corridor was actually empty with only a couple of doors open. He could hear the music coming from the closest one.

Door closed Xavier made his way toward Jack’s room. Keith’s door opened just before he got to it. Keith stepped out and nodded his way closing his door.

“You heading to Jack’s?” Keith asked.

“Yeah. You?”

Keith nodded and the two of them fell in beside each other as they made their way to Jack’s.

“I wonder what game he wants to play” said Keith.

“Or movie he wants us to watch” Xavier replied, although neither felt convinced Jack would want to do either.

Keith knocked as Xavier stood just behind him. They could hear music playing inside and then the sound of the door opening.

When the door swung open Jack stood to one side. He was wearing a shirt completely unbuttoned and a pair of jeans that hung low on his waist. Keith and Xavier couldn’t stop from looking at Jack in a sexual way, especially Xavier. The smooth torso with the small trail of hair from the navel down to the waistband of the jeans. The open shirt just made it a tease, the partial exposure that was more enticing than if Jack had simply been shirtless.

“Come on in” Jack said. Keith moved in and sat in one of the two chairs and Xavier took the other one. Jack moved between them, his hand lightly touching Xavier on the shoulder, as he went to his bed and lay back on it. He put his hands together behind his head causing the shirt to spread open completely. Xavier kept glancing at Jack’s body and looking away and Keith just stared, his eyes first on Jack’s chest then moved down along the flat stomach and to the crotch of the jeans that bulged upward, so masculine in the shape of it Keith imagined he could see how Jack’s cock lay beneath the fabric. Keith wondered if Jack had on underwear for none were evident along the waistband of the jeans which sat so low he just knew underwear should be evident.

They were silent, Xavier and Keith waiting on Jack to say something who just stared up at the ceiling for a moment.

“You feel the tension between us? All of our talk yesterday of sex, a question of what to expect” Jack uttered in a low voice, his eyes still locked on the ceiling. “Why? Why do we care what someone else thinks? Why are we worried about this sexual…desire between us.?” Jack added then fell silent. Keith started to say something but stopped while Xavier waited.

Jack sat up on the bed, eased to the edge of the mattress and reached out with each hand putting them on Keith and Xavier’s thighs. He slowly rubbed up and down their thighs. “You guys know you want to. You’ve thought about it, haven’t you?”

Keith nodded his head.

“Yes” Xavier replied in a hoarse low whisper. Jack sat up pulling his hands from their thighs and leaned back on them, his lean body coming into view with the shirt falling open. Keith moved first, eased over next to Jack on the bed putting his left hand on Jack’s chest as he stared him in the face. The hand moved across Jack’s chest slowly, rubbing over each erect nipple and Jack responded with a smile that gave Keith the encouragement to continue.

Keith leaned to Jack till their lips touched then parted and Jack pushed into Keith’s mouth. Xavier watched them kiss, watched as Keith’s hand moved over Jack’s chest, down over the flat stomach. It was too intense, the opportunity held out so willingly by Jack and Xavier eased off the chair and down on his knees and up between Jack’s legs. His hands rubbed along each thigh from knee all the way up to within inches of Jack’s crotch. Xavier leaned forward, eyes closed, till his lips touched bare skin, skin that undulated with Jack’s breathing. Xavier felt  the smooth firm surface with his lips, let his tongue snake out and drag over it. He moved upward and found the recessed navel, moved his tongue around its perimeter and down into its little recess. Jack moaned as his stomach heaved with each breath. Not stopping, Xavier moved downward, dragging his tongue over every  inch of flesh, feeling the smooth surface till he felt the denim of the jeans. He snaked his tongue along the waistband pushing as far as he could underneath, his tongue always touching flesh. ‘No underwear’ Xavier thought as he rose up and began to fumble with the button, then struggle with the zipper working it down allowing the jeans to open up till the hard column of Jack’s cock slipped free right in his face. He took it in hand, felt the girth within his fingers, the hardness of it, the way if flexed in his hand. Xavier leaned forward once again, this time brining his lips to the head of Jack’s cock, feeling the spongy surface at contact as he lick around it then slipped his lips over it and pushed downward sinking the hard shaft into his mouth.

Keith looked down and watched Jack’s cock sink into Xavier’s mouth. He saw Jack’s stomach heave for breath as each inch disappeared in Xavier’s mouth. Keith put his hand on Xavier’s head and pushed down feeling Xavier give in to him taking the last inch of cock. Xavier sucked Jack’s cock, took it over and over till  out of the corner of his eye he became aware of Keith, the way his body was right next to them and he reached over and ran his hand over the front of Keith’s jeans feeling the hardness within.

Xavier pulled up off Jack and reached over undoing Keith’s jeans till they were open. Keith’s cock slipped free and Xavier moved to it, put his lips to the head then slid down its length. He worked on Keith until a hand was pushing him off. Keith’s cock was so close to release it bobbed up and down and drooled from the slit.

“Not yet…please stop” Keith begged.

Xavier moved back to Jack sinking his mouth down his hard cock. Keith stood up and stripped then moved down behind Xavier pressing their bodies together. He felt the heat of Xavier, the smoothness of his skin as he moved against him rubbing his cock along Xavier’s ass. Keith looked up and saw Jack nod at him and he knew what it meant.

Keith stood up pulling Xavier up with him. He worked Xavier’s shirt open and slipped it off his shoulders while Jack sat on the edge of the bed undoing Xavier’s jeans then working boxers and jeans down. Working together Jack and Keith stripped Xavier till he stood naked between them, his cock angled up fully erect, the head wet and drooling. Jack moved to it and licked the drool from the head making Xavier gasp. Keith held Xavier’s arms pulled back as Jack took Xavier’s cock. Jack sank his mouth as far down the shaft as he could then he worked his mouth along the shaft till Xavier was pumping his hips. Jack pulled back and ran his hand up along Xavier’s lean body feeling the softness of his fair skin, the warmth of it, watching how it gained a slight rosy color by his mere touch. Xavier leaned down and kissed Jack as Keith moved around and lay on the bed watching them, the way the kissed roughly, passionately.

Jack and Xavier parted and looked over at Keith and they way he was lying on his stomach. Their eyes followed the curve of Keith’s back and over the round ass cheeks. Jack rose up and sat on the bed at Keith’s head, legs parted and his cock sticking straight out.

“Suck me Keith” Jack whispered and he watched Keith move around between his legs and take his cock. Keith’s head moved up and down slowly, Keith trying to find his rhythm as he got accustom to Jack in his mouth.

“Xavier” Jack uttered nodding his head toward Keith.

Xavier climbed on the bed and moved over Keith’s legs. He ran his hands over each cheek feeling their firmness. He pulled them apart and let the fingers of one hand graze over Keith’s opening. Keith bucked upward, pushed his ass up against the fingers. Xavier rubbed the tight opening, moved one then two fingers over it till Keith was pumping his hips up and down. When he sank both fingers into the tight opening Keith cried out around Jack’s cock.

“Yeah…loosen him up” Jack whispered as he fought the urge to pump his own hips as he held Keith’s head. His hands combed through Keith’s hair as he watched Keith pump his head up and down.

Xavier fingered Keith, worked his fingers in and out and twisted them around till the opening no longer felt tight around them. He pulled them free and shifted forward, moved up till he could align his cock to Keith’s entrance and he pushed forward, slowly, sinking inch by inch into Keith. He felt the tight ring of the opening squeeze his cock as it slid through, felt the way it milked his cock, made him harder.

Keith shivered beneath Xavier and when Xavier was half way into his hole he pushed upward taking the remainder of the shaft. He moaned with the penetration, the way Xavier’s cock stretched him open and filled his hole.

“Fuck…” Jack whispered at the sight of Xavier sunk all the way into Keith. He watched Xavier pull back, thick cock sliding out till only the head remained in Keith then watched Xavier push it back in, slowly, inch by inch making Keith moan around his cock. Jack leaned back and began to work his hips pumping his cock in Keith’s mouth in rhythm with Xavier, the same pace which grew faster and faster. Keith took them both, let them fuck him harder and harder till he gagged on Jack and had to pull up for air.

Xavier shifted position slightly and began to drive his cock into Keith with powerful thrusts, his hips bouncing off Keith’s ass rocking the bed and making Keith cry out too loudly. Jack held Keith by the head as he pushed his cock to Keith’s open mouth sinking the slick wet shaft all the way in. Once again Keith took both of them this time Jack allowing him his own pace.

Jack closed his eyes and focused on the way his cock felt as it slid through Keith’s lips and into his warm mouth. He focused on the sounds of their sex, Keith’s moans, Xavier’s grunts, the sound of Xavier’s body coming down on Keith’s ass and the squeak of the bed. It aroused him till his cock swelled with his release and he fought the urge to shove upward hard. He came, ejaculating wad after wad in Keith’s mouth. He felt Keith hold still with the head of his spurting cock lying on Keith’s tongue. He shot wad after wad till Keith’s mouth was filled then he felt the suction, Keith swallowing his load and sucking the remainder from his cock. Jack fell back and let Keith milk his cock till he was totally spent and pushing Keith to release him.

Xavier saw Jack cum, saw the expression on his face and the way his body shivered with release. He saw the way Keith held Jack’s cock then sucked on it harder and he smelled it, the scent of their sex. It aroused him and his body ached for release, his skin glistening from his exertions and he rose up and piston his cock rough and fast, smacking his abdomen off Keith’s ass.

“Fuck” Xavier cried out and he thrust inward all the way and came. He worked his cock slowly inside Keith as he did so, thrusting forward with each ejaculation. When he was spent he pulled back and fell against the wall heaving for breath. He felt the sweat trickle down his face and torso.

Keith rolled over and took his own erection in hand. Jack and Xavier watched him stroke his cock, watched intently as the hard shaft glistened from Keith’s hand smearing the pre-cum till the slick sound of his masturbation filled the room. Xavier moved first, knocking Keith’s hand away. He straddled Keith and reached back to hold up the slick cock. Easing down Xavier took it with inch by inch disappeared into his body. Keith and Jack watched as the slim body still wet, glistening in the dim light, moved downward till it had all of Keith. Xavier didn’t hesitate to start fucking himself on Keith, didn’t need to relax to the penetration and he soon was moving at a furious pace. Keith rested his hands on Xavier’s thighs feeling the flex of muscle as Xavier rose up and dropped down. Xavier was rougher than before, more physical in his movements and Keith, already so aroused couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck… Xavier, I’m gonna cum” Keith uttered as he pushed upward. He came hard as Xavier continued to ride him, the bed squeaking noisily underneath them. Keith felt each ejaculation, the way Xavier milk each wad out of him till he was spent and he begged Xavier to stop, too sensitive for any further stimulation but Xavier kept riding him, kept his cock painfully hard.

“Please….Xavier….stop….stop” Keith begged as he reached up putting his hand on Xavier’s chest.

Xavier finally stopped and blinked hard looking down at Keith and then up at Jack. He sat on Keith breathing hard, sweat pouring from his hair and down his body. He was burning up and exhausted.

“Shit…that was hot” Jack whispered as he looked at Xavier wondering when how soon Xavier could go again.

13.

Xavier had fallen asleep wedged up against the wall next to Jack and Keith. Jack and Keith had their eyes closed and lightly touched each other, fingers gliding over the curves and lines of each other’s body. The room was silent and no sound came from the corridor either, for it was late.

“I need to go?” Keith whispered as he eased up.

“What? Why? Stay” Jack replied.

“I have an early class and besides, I’m not the one you really want” Keith replied as he nodded his head toward Xavier. “He’s been the one all along…for you and me.”

Jack looked over at the sleeping form next to him then back to Jack. “And you still like girls” he said smiling up at Keith.

“Something like that” Keith replied.

Jack watched Keith dress then slip out the door easing it closed. Jack settled back down lying on his back. He smiled as he remembered everything they had done that night. He looked over at Xavier, rolled over and snuggled up next to him. He slipped one arm around Xavier and spooned up tight. Xavier stirred and wiggled up against him. He felt the heat between their bodies and the undulation of Xavier’s breathing.

“Feels good” mumbled Xavier and he pressed his ass up against Jack. He moved seductively against Jack, moved his ass in a way that manipulated the quickly growing cock nestled between its cheeks. He reached back and laid his hand on Jack’s hip, a light touch, fingers grazing over the bare skin. “Fuck me” Xavier whispered as he twisted around and got Jack to slide over. He moved onto his back next to Jack and reached up taking him by the back of the neck pulling their heads together till they could kiss. Xavier pulled back till their lips barely touched. “Fuck me” Xavier whispered.

Jack moved over Xavier slipping down between the legs that rose up on either side of him. His hard cock stuck straight out and he moved his hips till he was pushing against Xavier’s ass. He felt Xavier take his cock and hold it in place and he pushed with his hips and felt his cock squeeze into Xavier, felt Xavier open up to him. He kept pushing forward sinking inch after inch into Xavier till their bodies came together.

“Fuck…you feel so good inside me” Xavier uttered as he wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck. “Now fuck me” Xavier commanded.

Jack swung his hips upward and eased back down, slowly, over and over. Xavier took it, every thrust, his body undulating beneath Jack, pushing up to take his cock, back arcing pressing their bodies together, skin rubbing skin. For Jack the contact was hot and the way Xavier moved, rubbing along his body, arms and legs tight around him drove him to piston his cock faster and faster. Jack felt lips on his ear and tongue swirling around and he bucked inward harder.

“Yeah…” Xavier whispered, “fuck me harder.”

Jack rose up on his hands, looked down at the prone form below him, watched the way it moved as he drove his cock faster using his whole body, every muscle to swing his hips and sink deeply into Xavier. He felt his own skin grow hot, felt the droplets of sweat that trickled down his face and body and it made him feel looser, his body able to move with greater abandon as he hammered his cock into Xavier. The bed rocked and squeaked, as Xavier was grunted and moaned beneath him.

Jack saw Xavier take his own cock and begin to stroke it with a furious pace. Xavier’s cock was fully erect and the head wet. Xavier began to move more, his body undulate roughly against him as he swung his hips. Their bodies smacked together on every inward thrusts.

“Oh fuck…fuck” Xavier cried out and Jack felt the hot spatter of cum on his chest and stomach. He looked down and saw the thick pools lying across Xavier’s own chest and he watched Xavier milk his own cock bringing a final droplet to the slit. Jack couldn’t take it; feeling Xavier cum, the smell of it mixed with the scent of their overly exerted bodies. He thrust forward hard sinking all the way in Xavier and came. He pumped his hips with every ejaculation till he was spent and too sensitive to continue.

Jack eased down on top of Xavier, both breathing hard from their exertions, the contact between them hot and slick. Jack felt Xavier kissing him on the neck and he rose up and brought their lips together. After what seemed like a long slow time Jack rose up and looked down at Xavier.

“Can I stay tonight?” Xavier asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jack saw the hesitation in asking, the fear he was going to say no and he smiled at Xavier.

“Of course” Jack replied, “I don’t want you to leave.”

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This all starts off at Johnny’s father’s house. Johnny got invited over for the weekend by his dad for a beer and to go to the movies for his birthday. when Johnny got this invitation he said ” All right, guys night.” He got there the next day a few minutes early and decided to get a beer out of the firdge. He waited till his dad got home and he got ready and while his father was getting ready Johnny slipped open the door to his dad’s room silently and poked his head in. His dad was in the middle of getting changed and had his boxers off and lying on the bed next to him. Well Johnny saw his dads cock for the first time ever. His dad was at least 7 inches and quite wide. When he saw this he got instantly hard. 

Now Johnny was not openly gay, a few of his friends knew about it, and the local gay bar knew about it too.  Johnny was of an average build, about 5 11″ and he worked out every other day too. With the sight of his father’s cock, Johnny’s normally 4″ now grew to the fully erect 8″ cock he was so proud of. Johnny shut the door and went downstairs to wait for his dad to get done.

when he was finally done, he came downstairs and Johnny noticed his dad had a noticable bulge poking up in his pants. Johnny almost drooled over this. He had always been a cocksucker when he could, but lately he had been wanting to suck more cocks to get the luscious juice out of the big meaty sticks.

His dad and him went to see a movie and afterwards went to dinner at a local restaurant. Johnny excused himself to go to the bathroom, although it wasnt for the reason he had said. His cock was aching to be released and he just happened on a stall with a glory hole in it to help in these situations. he moved to that booth and as he walked in and dropped his boxers, a hand came through the hole and motioned for him to stick his cock through. he obliged the guy on the other side of the divider and in seconds his entire cock was engulfed by the warm, moist, strong mouth that was now bobbing up and down on his aching cock. 

He felt cum coming up his cock and knew he was about to cum. when he did the cocksucker swallowed every last drop the second it came out of his cock, and he shot a lot of thick, hot, ropes of cum into the guys mouth. Johnny then proceeded to leave the stall and to wash his hands. he went back to his table where the food was just getting there.

they ate and when Johnny got back home, he was still horny so he decided to get on craigslist and found two dudes willing to come over and have a threesome. when they got to his house he invited them in and they all went upstairs to the bedroom and got undressed. the one was 6 2″, middle aged, and well built, with a 7″ cock, and said his name was Danny. the other guy was 5 10″, younger, almost seemed like he was in college, and was kinda scrawny with some decent abs. he was packing a huge 9″ that you would not expect to see on a guy like him. He said his name was Jacob. Johnny threw Danny onto the bed and started sucking him, while Jacob came up behind them and lubed up his cock and thrust it into Johnny’s ass. Johnny was so surprised that he actually stopped sucking Danny, to let out a whimper. Johnny immediately went back to servicing Danny who moaned loudly when he went back to his cock. They fucked and moaned loudly for awhile then switched positions. Danny was sucking Jacob, while Johnny was face fucking Jacob. then Johnny moved to Danny’s ass and started lubing up his cock. he then slipped it in and started furiously fucking his ass like he had been to Johnny.they all started to get close to climax, and all at once they all came. Jacob swallowed multiple mouthfuls of cum in a row, while Jacob got an ass full of hot cum. Johnny started to suck Jacob again when he was done, and Jacob reached an amazing climax the sent thirteen volleys of cum into Johnny’s mouth. After that night those three never saw each other again.

Johnny threw 

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As I’m sure was the case with most everyone, the first time giving head I was very nervous but excited that it was finally going to happen.  I hadn’t had any contact with a dick. Although I thought about it through nearly every masturbation fantasy. 

I was thirty five and my wife Barbara and I had been living here for seven or eight years. I had a friend, Bruce who was an ex-landlord and a native of the area. We’d been friends for as long as we lived here and the three of us spent a lot of time camping and fishing.

One day, while out fishing with him and Barbara, I learned that he was gay. I had no idea. No gaydar. It was presented to me by my forthcoming wife. We were gearing up at the back of the truck and she blurted out, “So Bruce, you like to take it up the ass, right?” 

I nearly shit myself at this comment but Bruce just smiled and said, “I like to give it up the ass too.” 

Well you could have knocked me over with a feather. 

So now there was this ‘thing.’ Me, Mr. Ultraconservative. In my upbringing, gay was bad, very bad. They got beat up and worse all the time. And then there was those crazy feelings I had constantly thinking about feeling a hard cock explode in my mouth. It’s like god hated me or something. 

Anyway, fast forward. I held out doing anything for a couple years. I even stopped camping with Bruce due to homophobia. I was still having the same thoughts, just not acting on them.

I finally gave in to an invitation to Bruce’s cabin. I had kinda decided to see if he would be amiable to me sucking him off. I wasn’t sure how to bring it up but he was an alcoholic and I was no stranger to the bottle so I assumed there would be some alcohol involved. 

As I was setting up the place for the weekend, Bruce was working on some outside damage, which was the main reason for the trip. I brought in and set up the VCR and TV. 

I noticed that there was a gay video in the VCR. Hmm, imagine that. 

I hadn’t started drinking yet but went ahead and poured a stiff shot of Jack Daniels, did a couple bong hits and settled into my first gay porn. 

I was almost all the way through it when, during an anal DP scene, Bruce came back in. He acted like he was really happy that his lost porn turned up. He’d been looking for it for a month. 

So we get we headed to the red neck back woods bar back at the cross road. 

It was a long night of partying and we got hammered. Other than too many Jack and cokes, I won’t go into the evening until we got home from the bar and Bruce sat in the kitchen in a chair and I sat on the sofa. 

I decided to go for it so I went to the kitchen and took Bruce’s hand and asked, “Will you come sit on the couch?”

He let me lead him into the living room and sat down on the couch. 

Bruce had a funny look on his face, when I got down on my knees between his legs.  Hands on his thighs, I spread them and rubbed his dick through his sweat pants. It was already semi-hard

It should have been obvious from my position, but looking down at me, Bruce still asked, “What are you looking for?”

Since that seemed to be the ice breaker, I said, “I want to suck your dick.” 

His answer was to put his hands on my shoulders and lift his butt enough for me to gently ease his his sweat pants down and off. 

My first dick was right there before me awaiting my attention. It was so close I could feel the heat and his sweaty crotch smell was intoxicating. I was nervous at the prospect of sucking my first cock. It was almost too much for me. I was still shaking from head to toe with the excitement of the entire situation.

He held it up to my face and touched my lips with its head. When I opened my mouth Bruce thrust toward and into my mouth.

It was soft at first but the heat and moisture of my mouth caused it to slowly swell and fill my mouth.

Because I’d been on the receiving end before, I tried hard not to drag my teeth on the sensitive skin.

Taking a tip from my latest exchange with Barbara, I took my mouth off and sent a testing tongue up length of his shaft. I licked the velvety head with vigor and then dove in. 

I took Bruce in my mouth and started slowly bobbing my head. He seemed to be enjoying what I was doing. 

I tightened my lips and continued to bob. After about three or four minutes of bobbing I felt Bruce’s cock get even stiffer and knew he was about to cum. I readied my mouth and throat for his onslaught as best I could and braced for the rushing goo. When it arrived it spewed across my tongue and slammed into the back of my throat. I couldn’t believe how forceful it was. 

The acrid peppery taste kind of burned my tongue as I swallowed. After swallowing what I could, I licked the rest of the tip and my hands.

While I was catching my breath Bruce asked, “Can I fuck your ass?”  

Then without any other warning, Bruce flipped me over and started massaging my butt cheeks. He grabbed some lube and started fingering my tight hole, telling me how good it would feel to have his cock deep inside of me. He propped me up with my ass in the air.

As much as I protested at first, deep down I was a very nasty, dirty slut and wanted Bruce’s cock in my tight ass. I have to admit that my legs were shaking from nervousness. For one thing, I was afraid it would hurt too much, but I was also worried that I wouldn’t be able to take it at all.  When I felt him grip his hand on my hips, I took a deep breath and braced myself for what I knew was coming next.   

I must admit that I chickened out a little and turned around to give him head to buy me some more time. After a few minutes, he flipped me back over again and told, “Its time.”    

Bruce wanted me to know that he was in control and to remind me that my hole belonged to him. He grabbed my hair and pulled it so hard that I almost screamed. Then he made me beg for it. By the time he was through with me, I was begging him to put his cock up my ass. I couldn’t believe that I was even saying it, much less that I really wanted it.    

He didn’t hesitate for a moment. After coating his mushroom head with lube, Bruce used one hand to spread my butt cheeks and one hand to guide his cock into my ass. The first motion pierced my sphincter and put the tip of the head in, it hurt so badly that I was gritting my teeth and had my fists clench in the sheets in pain.   

He knew just what to say to put me at ease. “That’s it, you’re so hot and I want your ass badly.”  

Once he eased the head past the sphincter of my tight asshole, Bruce gave a hard push and drove it in all the way to his balls. It hurt so badly that I thought he was going to split me in half.   

He moved very gently at first but then I started to get really fired up. Before I knew it, I was yelling, “Harder! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass!”     

Bruce was shouting in return, calling me his slut, his whore, his “dick-loving, take-it-up-your-ass bitch.”    

After about ten minutes, Bruce was really fucking me hard. I mean, seriously pounding my ass. Finally, I put my face in the pillow and put both of my hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Bruce was big and I wanted to open myself up as much as possible to him. I wanted him to own my ass. I begged him to cum deep inside of me. He tortured me for a while by making me beg again and again for it. 

Finally, I got what I really needed. Bruce’s balls exploded and he cummed deep inside of my ass. I loved it. I truly loved every bit of it.  

That was the beginning of a long association that lasted almost fifteen years. I must have drank gallons of Bruce’s cum over the years. Funny thing was even though Barbara knew Bruce was gay she never guess what we were up to on our hunting and fishing trips.

The end…

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WORKING AT THE CAR WASH

By anonymous.a

By now you must think all I do is walk in the park, work, and fuck young guys.

Yup. That about covers it.

For the record, I’m 39 years old and work for a graphic arts firm. Sure, I haven’t discovered a cure for cancer or solved world peace, but I have a good life and it suits me, so don’t judge. I do no harm and follow all the rules – well, most of them.

For instance, if there’s a rule you can have sex only with people your age, I’m a flagrant violator. I’ve described for you my seven most recent sexual encounters. To recap:

I sucked off my friends’ 18-year-old grandson, Danny, who then fucked me (Showing Danny the Ropes). I ate out the ass of my coworker’s 20-year-old son, Andrew (Working the Late Shift). I delivered a power sucking to a 25-year-old married man, (Taking Care of Hubby). I got fucked by a 22-year-old military guy who caught me trying to steal a pair of his smelly boxers (Servicing the Serviceman). I spread my legs for a 22-year-old assistant manager at the local grocery store – in his car in the parking lot (Paper or Plastic). I ate out the ass and fucked a ginger-headed loading dock worker who couldn’t have been more than 20 years old (Loading Up at the Loading Dock). And finally, I sucked off and ate out the ass of a married guy in his early 20s who was walking to the bus stop (Set the Dryer on Rim Cycle).

The oldest of those guys was 25, which I guess makes me a twink lover. Nothing wrong with that. But with this eighth tale I depart from the formula. The fella in question is the ripe old age of 31. I call this tale “Working at the Car Wash,” because that’s exactly what he does.

See, I pass by many businesses on my morning jaunt to the park. One of them is a car wash. Usually the workers are hot little Hispanic boys who bust their asses making extra money for their families down south. I need to brush up on my Spanish phrases so I can help bust their asses.

But the guy in question is an Anglo who comes to work at 5:30 in the morning. He’s there only a couple of hours until the Mexicans and Hondurans show up, and then he heads out for what I assume is a full-time job.

I know he’s 31 because I found a personals with his picture on Craigslist. He’s compact but not skinny. His body contains not an ounce of fat; it’s all lean muscle. I’ll bet he can crack walnuts with those ass cheeks. His hair is blonde and thinning. He keeps it shaved close to the scalp and I’ll bet one of these days he shaves it off entirely, because he’s already showing significant pattern baldness. That’s OK; bald guys are hot! He wears chunky, thick-framed glasses, shorts, a clingy T and athletic shoes with low-rise socks.

I’d been watching him long before I discovered he’s gay, thanks to his listing on Craigslist, and I guess that represents another departure. I don’t believe any of my past seven sexual encounters have been with guys who are into guys. I think they’ve either been straight or uncommitted. Mr. Car Wash Boy represented something special.

I’d been thinking of ways I could meet him. I even considered responding to his Craigslist ad. But in the end it was the direct approach that worked. Seems like directness is my usual approach.

And heck, it usually works.

It was a middle-of-the-week morning that I headed out for my walk. The sky was cloudy and misty, and a cold wind blew from the northwest. I wouldn’t have been surprised if snow flurries were on the menu. I carried an umbrella in one hand and a travel cup of steaming coffee in the other.

As I approached the car wash I spotted his gray Kia in the parking lot. He kept that thing spotless, which is odd. You always hear the guy who mows lawns for a living has the crappiest yard on the block, or the plumber has the leakiest faucets. But Mr. Car Wash Boy had a freaking showroom finish on his bargain Korean import. It had the look of a car that got washed then wiped down with a dry micro-fiber cloth.

As I got closer I saw an ass sticking out of a GMC Yukon that was in the wash bay. I would’ve recognized that tight little backside anywhere. Today he was wearing blue jeans and a long-sleeved pullover that probably would have left me calling 9-1-1 for hypothermia treatment, but he was damn near 10 years younger than I and I guess his internal thermostat was set higher.

Feeling bold, I crossed the street and walked up to the Yukon. His ass protruded from the right passenger door and a vacuum cleaner howled as he ran it over the floorboards. I walked right up to him and gave that ass a mighty slap. The sound was like a whip cracking. His head shot up and banged against the headliner. He whirled around and glared at me.

I couldn’t suppress a laugh.

“I could have sent you an email but I thought this was a better way to introduce myself,” I giggled. “I’m answering your Craigslist ad.”

He frowned a moment and looked put out, but when I laughed again his expression relaxed and a whiff of a smile appeared. I reached in, wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him out. I brought him close and put my mouth right next to his ear. “I think you’re a sexy little beast,” I whispered. “You hear me? A SEXY little beast. And I want to fuck you. Right here. In this – ” and I used my free arm to take in the Yukon “ – this obscene, gi-fucking enormous American vehicle.”

He laughed uncertainly and gave me a look that told me he wasn’t sure if I were worthy of a fuck, or a passing lunatic making actionable demands. It wasn’t until I pushed him back into the Yukon, shut the door and pushed the door child locks that he began to take me seriously. A note of panic crept into his eyes.

“Shhh!” I whispered, trying to look seductive, not crazy. “I know you like older fellas, and I’m an older fella. I think you’re attractive and yes, I do want to put myself inside you. Why don’t we get this job done before your co-workers show up?”

He looked surprised, and shocked, and about to burst into hysterical laughter, all in one strange, shifty expression. But actions speak louder than words, and his action was to unbutton those jeans and slide them down his slim, firm ass.

I moved my hand over his buttocks and it was as I suspected. They were rock hard. Hardly any give in that taut flesh. A thin layer of hair covered his glutes, darker than the blonde bristles on his head. I slid my hand into the valley of his crack and was rewarded with heat, and a sticky adherence, and the hot smell of male sex. As I reached down farther I felt a compact bundle of balls squeezed between his clasped legs. I brought my fingers north and ran them over the wrinkled entrance to his ass. It was especially sticky and fragrant, but none of that was turning me off. To the contrary, it was an enormous stimulant. My dick became painfully hard in my pants. It seemed to be pulling out my pubes by the roots as it stiffened.

Only one way to fix that. “Release the Kraken!” I shouted as I dropped my drawers, and my cock sprang out, giving off a wave of pheromones that would have had an army of car-washers gripping their apparati. I wasted no time guiding my cock to his hole. If it was necessary I dry-fuck him then heck, I would. Luckily, he fished a tube of Ultra-Glide from his pants pocket and made quick use of it.

I began sinking into him, his hot, wet warmth.

The sensation cannot be described, but I’ll try. It was like descending into a heated whirlpool that, once you’ve committed the last square inch of your body, produces the most intense orgasm you’ve ever experience. This boy’s body felt so good on the inside that I really did not think I’d be able to fuck him. My cock wanted to explode and I wasn’t fully inserted into his asshole. I kept pushing and pushing – I don’t know where all this cock was coming from but it seemed I must have shoved 10 inches up his butt before my crotch finally made contact with his backside. I left it there a moment, savoring the sensation of having a boy screwed onto my prong.

And then I started fucking.

He was an accommodating lay. He bent his body the way I needed it bent. He licked what I needed licking as I drove myself into him. He made all the appropriate sounds. His body gave off the appropriate rhythms and scents and tensions as I pounded my cock into his tightly muscled hole. I had him spread as wide as a man could be spread, opening himself to invasion. My dick had become a separate but necessary thing, ramming into his secret spot, eliciting small squeals of primal satisfaction. I in turn threw in with a series of grunts that escalated into roars as the physical sensation of pleasure built up like a thunderhead at the base of my spine and then shot lightning bolts of euphoria across my body as I came. I poured myself into him, arching my back as warm splatters of cum from his dick spread themselves across my stomach.

It wasn’t just sex. It was some kind of creation, a work of art. I didn’t move for a long time because I wanted to preserve it for as long as it could exist. Like the snow flurries that come, and then are gone, this act would not be long in disappearing into human experience.

Finally, we were done. I pulled out my dick, which emerged with a champagne bottle “pop” from his asshole. Immediately a pearly stream of cum oozed from the hole and dripped to the Yukon’s beige upholstery. God, that would be another mess he’d have to clean up.

I slowly tucked my goods back under my cold-weather leisure pants and smiled impishly at Mr. Car Wash Boy. “What’s the Latin word for ‘seller,’ ’’ I asked him.

He shook his head. He didn’t know.

“Because I was going to say something about ‘Let the buyer beware,’ but you’re not the buyer. You’re the seller, in a manner of speaking.”

“So I guess I’ll just leave it at ‘Be careful what you wish for’ and be on my way. Be careful what you wish for on Craigslist, man.”

And then I headed out for my walk, telling myself I couldn’t wait until I passed this way again tomorrow.

Be careful what you wish for indeed.

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Shaving and spanking

 I knew when Derek read our correspondence on his phone he was often at the office, but also I knew that beneath that smart work suit he was wearing his superhero underpants. There he was, working in his respectable grownups job, his secret boy’s underpants beneath, his world of fantasy and reality merging discretely.

Derek told me that when his wife went away for weekends to her sisters he would wear just his boy briefs and socks around the house. He would sit reading comics and regress into his alter ego, his stressful working and married life seeming a lifetime away. It was then his mind would also turn to thoughts of his Uncle fantasies and my inbox would go crazy.

He had tried to get his wife to spank him back when there sex life was active, but when she did indulge his fantasy and fetish she always held back, finding it difficult to deliver the blows that would bring about the sensation that Derek longed for. That harsh sting he desired followed by a burning like sensation over the skin that would last well beyond the spanking itself.

His dreams had brought him memories of the spankings he had received when younger. Those painful moments that he looked back upon with an erotic overtone, even though they had never been sexual, purely harsh punishment that left its long lasting impression and now he craved for.

Derek admitted that on occasion he would masturbate after the beatings, when his arse cheeks were hot to the touch and tender. The discomfort added to his arousal and to his orgasm, and somewhere along the line his mind began to merge the two things together, spanking and arousal.

And then by chance we had met, and he had seen the opportunity to maybe act out the long held fantasy, and we had, twice, and now he wanted more. He wanted to immerse himself into the role of naughty nephew further, and I was only too willing to give this married man a helping hand, so to speak.

It was Friday at 6pm sharp and the doorbell rung.

Derek may have been punctual but he was far from punishment free, in his e mails he had stated he had been a naughty boy, very naughty.

“Get to the bathroom young man” I said the moment I opened the front door, dressed in a white shirt black trousers and red tie.

Derek scurried in to the bathroom

“Strip down to your undies young man” I ordered in a raised firm voice

Derek quickly began to remove his work clothes, stripping off the reminder of his adult self until he stood in just his underpants and socks, a different pair from before but with the similar themed cartoon heroes.

Derek stood looking down at the floor, his hands dropped limp at his sides as I run some hot water in the sink and reached for a clean shaving head for my razor.

It was time to remove the remnants of his manhood before he faced the rest of our planned scene this evening. I wanted him to feel more exposed than ever, without the layer of hair that crowned his cock and run between his bottom cheeks.

I pulled down his underpants to his ankles, and for the first time witnessed him totally flaccid, the shrivelled soft winkle of a prick with his two small testicles hugging so close to his body.

I rubbed white foam over the bush of hair before I cut a clean smooth swathe through it with the sharp razor head. I followed with a few more strokes, leaving a large area of bare fresh exposed skin that had not been so devoid of hair in many a year.

I caught him looking down and admiring the new look, his pecker growing in my grip as I held it out of the way of the cutting edges of the razor. I removed the last stray hairs on his ball sack. I wanted to ensure not a single stand was left behind.

I shaved behind his balls and ordered Derek to turn and spread his bum cheeks as he bent forward.

That track of hair which I had found so alluring and attractive now was being shaved away too in order to complete the transformation, a necessary requirement so that Derek could immerse himself in his role, especially today, he had to look the part today for me, and my guest.

I used a soft warm towel to wipe and dab the freshly shaved areas, double and triple checking that nothing had been missed or left behind. It was perfectly smooth there between his buttocks and all around his pink puckered hole. Sweet smelling and silky smooth back and front, the crimped join at his small ball sack nicely visible, his prick stiff and hard with pride at the new look which his Uncle had provided.

I pulled his underpants up and stuck my hand inside to adjust his stiff penis within them before planting a tender kiss against the fabric.

“There, that is good young man, now I think you are ready don’t you?”

“Yes Uncle” Derek responded with a big broad smile.

Since I had mentioned the scenario of another Uncle being present as he received a spanking his mind had been working over time. I could sense the growing excitement in his e mail correspondence, the prospect of being spanked bare bottomed with an audience, and I had no doubt he had masturbated thinking about it too.

Brian was sat dressed in his grey suit and electric blue tie, his grey and silver hair neatly parted, his long quiff slicked back with Brylcreem cream in a fifties like fashion. His eyes twinkled with eager anticipation as I ushered Derek into the room, his lips curving up at one side as he gave Derek a wink.

We had acted role play scenes before, and he had been more than intrigued as I told him about my role as Uncle with Derek. He had been the one to ask if I needed a hand, and of course that had got my dirty mind working with possibilities. Another Uncle being involved, well that would certainly add another dimension.

“Well young lad, I hear you have been extremely naughty” Brian said in a low deep voice with a now sly somewhat sinister grin, his rectangular silver glasses perched at the end of his nose as he peered over the frame

“Yes sir” Derek responded looking at Brian and then at me.

Derek’s little prick was already prodding hard against the fabric of his underpants, being seen by a stranger in his boyish super hero briefs, and knowing how smooth he was beneath them and aware of the scenario ahead. There was no doubt Derek approved at my choice of friend for this fantasy scene.

I sat and ordered Derek to get over my lap and as he positioned himself I circled my hands over his buttocks, feeling the thin cotton beneath my palm as I followed the curvature of his backside.

“So you have been very naughty young man” I announce loudly as my hand pauses and grabs firmly at one of his butt cheeks

“Yes Uncle” Derek replies

“Did I tell you what our nephew done Brian?” I ask

“Yes you did, I must say I am surprised at what a bad lad he is” Brian responded with a tone of disapproval

The bar had been set purposefully high, that had been Derek’s choice. He wanted full on crying and balling in front of his two Uncles. He wanted his bottom cheeks red raw and glowing so much from a good spanking that he would feel the reminder for days when sat down at his desk at work.

I was cautious about leaving marks, but Derek had assured me his wife had not seen him naked for years and that their relationship was now platonic.

“I think given the severity young man fifty strikes are in order”

“Yes Uncle” Derek responded as I gripped his arse cheek harder

“Twenty by me, twenty by your Uncle Brian and then…” I paused

“Then the last ten will be administered with my belt”

“Yes Uncle”.

I had known men before who liked to be punished hard with no visible remorse. The discomfort and the tears were part of their journey, one they did not want to be deprived of, the barrier they needed to cross to feel the scene was complete. I remember once I took on the fantasy role of a guard at a young offenders unit and the punishment and humiliation the man had wanted to be dished out would have seemed brutal and severe too many.

The strip search, the anal probing, the shower scene and the beating he submitted to from me in uniform with black leather gloved hands and a truncheon, they were all his fantasy. He had consented and requested every blow and bruise, and after the scene he had looked so happy, so blissfully satisfied, and so at ease.

There were safe words available and the same was for Derek.
There as a safety precaution against the act turning into true abuse, and there just in case he hit any mental hurdles that could not be navigated along the way. Such scenes could unlock demons, memories and feeling previously not dealt with, and these could be more painful than any discipline dished out.

The first ten strikes landed, evenly distributed, five firm spanks upon each cheek, left, right, left right… Warming and preparing the area for what was to come, landing with precision and building in severity, Derek’s dick twitching with each strike, his body quivering and shaking as he called out each blow.

“One Uncle, two Uncle, three Uncle…”

The tenth blow landed and my hand paused, rubbing and stroking under Brian’s watchful gaze.

“Say thank you” I order softly

“Thank you Uncle” Derek responds obediently.

The fingers of my right hand slipped under his waistband and slowly and teasingly pulling, dragging down the back of his briefs and gradually exposing his smooth bare rosy bottom, the freshly shaved crack between those fleshy mounds.

I feel Derek wriggle a little as his underpants tug against his stiff willy that presses hard against my lap.

“Eleven Uncle” Derek says loudly as a firm blow lands against his bare exposed skin, flesh against flesh giving a satisfying sound.

“Twelve Uncle” Derek cries with a whimper as my strikes build in harshness.

“Thirteen Uncle, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen Uncle”

My palm lands with a whack as my other hand slides underneath and into his briefs, giving Derek a fondle as I continue, feeling his stiff pecker pulsate against my palm as I spank his bum in front of Brian who I am sure is keen to have his turn.

“Nineteen Uncle, twenty Uncle” Derek cries out as his eyes begin welling up.

I give Derek another grope before pulling my hand free of his underpants and getting him to stand up.

Brian pats his lap with his hand and Derek positions himself, clambering over Brian’s lap.

“You know the drill lad, twenty, count them out nice and loud!”

I watched Brian’s hand grasp at Derek’s fleshy buttocks, gripping the mass of muscle before stroking and caressing the skin, his finger tips slipping down between Derek’s thighs out of sight.

Just watching Brian is enough to keep my dick hard and dripping, hearing him tell Derek what a naughty boy he is adding to my arousal. I can tell Brian is having a good ole fumble about between his thighs and watch as he begins to spank Derek’s already glowing bottom.

“Twenty one Uncle” Derek responds at the first loud crack across his bottom cheeks that makes the rounded muscle mass quiver as his whole body jolts.

Uncle is Derek’s trigger word, the word he needs to use to fulfil his fantasy, the word he whispers and whimpers when he masturbates alone, groaning loudly as he ejaculates, the word that has some deep down significant meaning and unlocks memories.

“Twenty two Uncle” Derek cries out as another firm blow lands and Brian continues to fondle with his other hand at the freshly shaven smooth genitals.

Fuck I am so hard watching, my mind imagining that I am truly witnessing an Uncle Nephew moment of discipline, where his Uncles roaming hand cannot resist but cop a good feel of his vulnerably positioned nephew. There over his Uncles lap in just his super hero underpants that are pulled back to expose the fleshy firm cheeks that wobble like a blancmange with each strike, each blow leaving a handprint impression that fades away leaving a warmer overall glow, his other hand no doubt rubbing against his nephew stiff little pecker that is probably leaking a sticky honey like trail over his fingers.

“Twenty three Uncle, twenty four Uncle…”

Brian gets to thirty and pauses, his palm rubbing and groping at the hot glowing cheeks

“Stand up for me lad” Brian orders abruptly

Derek stands up and with his fingers begins to wipe away the tears that have flowed from his bloodshot puffy eyes. A married man stood 6’2”, his totally smooth lean body, his face looking more boyish than ever.

Brian leans forward and tugs his underpants down to his ankles and looks up to see the stiff little dicklet devoid of hair. Pointing directly up at the ceiling and looking out of proportion on such a tall grown adult man, yet at the same time so perfect.

With his underpants off and now naked Derek resumes the position over Brian’s lap, and after a few gentle caresses and strokes of the well rounded tender buttocks Brian resumes.

“Thirty one Uncle… Thirty two Uncle… Thirty three Uncle… Thirty four Uncle…”

Brian grips hard with his hands and spreads the cheeks apart so as he can inspect the smooth crack and the pink puckered hole that clamps tightly closed. His gaze lingers there at his nephews hole for a moment before one of his hands breaks contact and comes down with an almighty spank.

“Ouch” Derek cries out before catching his breath and adding with a broken voice “Thirty five Uncle”

“Thirty six Uncle… Thirty seven Uncle… Thirty eight Uncle…”

My cock is synchronised and throbs hard with each strike that lands with force over the reddened buttocks, each throb releasing a copious amount of pre cum into my boxer shorts creating a saturated soggy patch.

“Thirty nine Uncle…”

I can imagine Derek can feel Brian’s own thick manhood pulsating against him through the trousers as he presses down over his lap

“Forty Uncle…”

Brian stops, his hands stroking the inflamed flesh and enjoying the sensation of his nephews burning blushing bottom as I get to my feet.

“Get up lad” Brian orders as he gives Derek’s buttock another firm grip.

Derek stands, his dicklet still semi aroused as he stands hands by his side not attempting to hide it from his two uncles.

“Remove my belt” I say and watch as Derek dutifully kneels before me, pulling the loop of my belt through the buckle before undoing it fully and beginning to pull it from my trousers, his gaze fixing on my groin as my stiff prick throbs to be released.

Derek offers the belt to me lay out over his palms that he raises upwards, offering up the item that he knows will be striking against his already sore bottom.

I take the belt from him as I look into his sorrowful puffy eyes, tracing the tracks of the tears with my finger down over his cheeks.

With Derek stood and bent over, his hand resting on the back of the chair and his thigh slightly spread I circle the flat of the folded belt across his backside, allowing him to feel the leather stoke against his sensitive flesh. I see him trembling in anticipation, awaiting the first unforgiving blow, his dick now clearly soft to the point of almost being inverted, just a small spout of wrinkled foreskin poking out above his small smooth nuts.

“Ouch!” Derek cries out loudly as his body jerks forward and shudders, a long narrow elongated red welt appears showing clearly the point of impact across both cheeks.

Derek catches his breath snivelling the words “41 Uncle” as he shakes.

There is another loud crack and another red mark appears an inch lower down from the first one that is still visible.

“42 Uncle” Derek moans with a sound of agony in his voice before he adds a soft sincere sounding “thank you Uncle”

He is letting me know in his own way that this is what he wants and that he does not wish me to let up or stop. He knows the safe word and whilst his cock maybe flaccid he is verbally indicating me to continue the punishment.

“43 Uncle… 44 Uncle… 45 Uncle” Derek says, his words almost unrecognisable as he sobs, shedding large tears that drip from his eyes down on to the chair which he grips too, his knuckles now white.

“46 Uncle… 47 Uncle” Derek whines. There is no softening of the blows that strike, each one leaving its mark that will no doubt linger and bruise as reddened hues turn to deep shades of purple.

“48 Uncle… 49 Uncle…” Derek’s whole body trembles and shakes as I hold back the last blow, biding my time and making him wait.

Brian edges forward on his chair as he awaits, his gaze taking in the beauty of the colourful buttocks.

“50 Uncle” Derek says with a sound of relief mixed with satisfaction.

50 was no random number, it was a goal he had set in our correspondence, this had been what he had strived for and there was a look of achievement on his face as he stood and looked at me, his eyes blood shot and swollen with tears.

I open my arms he steps towards me and I embrace him tenderly. The comforting hug is required now after such a severe thrashing. I pull his naked body into me as I hear him whisper thank you over and over again through floods of tears. I understand this is his release, I have seen it all before and except it, and as I hold him tight I feel his cock begin to slowly awaken, pressing against the fabric of my trousers as it stiffens.

Chapter 4 Bath time with Uncles
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Sneaky session in my office

Working late one evening turned into a sweaty cum filling session.

I had been working away with my team for weeks on a proposal to take on a new contract, when it all went to shit. The sales team arrived back from a meeting with the potential client when the whole design shifted in a very different direction. 6 of us had been doing 10-11hr days for last 3 weeks on the design and it felt like we had just had our legs taken out from underneath us.

All of a sudden we needed some new skills, and the following day I put an add out on SEEK looking for someone with the skills we required. I had a few resumes drop into my email over the next day with a few interviews organised not long after that.

Interviews, I hate interviews! We had 4 interviews a day for 3 days as we needed to get back underway with our design. I am amazed how many mundane, boring and uninteresting people work in this area. On the third day I was really hoping to find someone we could work with who didn’t oversell themselves and actually could easily communicate. After the 3rd interview I sent a txt message to the sales lead that indicated we only had one interview left and that things were not looking good and that we may not be able to get the design done in time, as no candidate had the ability needed.

Last interview for the day arrived, my mobile rang 10 minutes early with a very well-spoken man introducing himself as the final candidate. Stewart proceeded to inform me he had arrived at the security desk in my building. I proceeded down from my floor to the ground floor totally unaware that Stewart had a hobby that meant he had an amazing body. Turning the corner out of the lift to the security desk I noticed him in a dark grey light pinstripe suite. He was facing the desk chatting with the guard which was great as I got a really good look at what I can only say was the tightest bum I had seen in business slacks. This peaked my interest and I initially thought this couldn’t be the guy.

Stewart turned around and I put my hand out to shake his, introducing myself. Hi I’m Justin, you’re Stewart here for the interview right? He looked me straight in the eyes with his gorgeous green/grey eyes and almost excitedly said yes, that’s me I’m ready. I signed Stewart in where we kicked off some light chit chat about the position and the company, where he seemed to get a bit excited as I noticed he was bulging a little in his suite pants.

I guided Stewart into the lift and up to our floor for the interview, which went for an hour. During the interview I was becoming very comfortable with his responses to questions. He was great at communication and spoke very well about the technology he had claimed to be an expert in. Turns out he really knew his stuff. I was also a getting a little hot in my pants as he was gorgeous. A reall hottie. Stewart kept eye contact when responding and he seemed a little cheeky as well which was an indication of his confidence.

Final questions for the day is always mine, and it’s the one where I divert from work and technical and ask them about their hobbies, do they work at keeping a work life balance, and do they live to work or work to live. His answers where all excellent and all lined up with my perceived ideal of someone who has their life in order. Stewarts answer on the hobby question was very cool indeed and was a great indication to his figure as he had two hobbies that were important to him. He loved hiking and blacksmithing! Now the hiking I have heard before and do lots of myself, but blacksmithing was so odd and so cool.

At the end of the interview my workmates and I looked at each other nodded and I proceeded to offer Stewart a position in my team. I explained our scenario and hoped that he would be able to start with us as off Monday.

Stewart almost leaped up from his seat and put his hand right across the table to me to shake my hand and said, yes, I would love to work under you. Again an interesting use of words, as it almost felt like a subtle innuendo hint was dropped in my lap. I had been nursing a semi for most of the interview as I enjoyed the interaction with this hot man.

His out of left field blacksmithing hobby almost left me with a steel bar in my pants. I think my mind quickly went to a mental picture of seeing this man with big arms and shoulders in a leather apron all sweaty hammering a piece of steel into submission. HOT!

I walked Stewart to the lift and while we descended to the ground floor I caught him looking at my crotch which didn’t help my ability to control my impending boner. I had to work so hard to keep it down, it was driving me mad as I walked him to the security desk with the pants rubbing against my briefs.

I shook his hand and said to Stewart to be here 8am Monday and I will look after you. He winked at me smiled and said that he looked forward to that. With that organised I took the opportunity to go to the downstairs executive bathroom, lock the door and release my pent up sexual tension from the previous interaction. I have a wild ability to cum over and over large loads, and if I don’t regularly release it I have wet dreams and really make a mess. I had been a regular for spending 10-15 minutes in the executive bathroom and exiting looking very satisfied with myself. Today was different as I had got really worked up that I had started leaking and it had made it through my briefs to my slacks which had a wet spot of precum.

I had get some water on that and then sit it under the hand drier for a while. But before I did that I had to release a load. The executive bathroom which I was allowed to use had hand cream and was always spotlessly clean. I had worked out a way to catch my big loads without them going everywhere by using a glass from the counter. I quickly stripped down and put some water on my leaky patch on the slacks, grabbed some hand cream and started to work my big 8.5 inch cut cock. I started using some imagination of Stewart in his blacksmithing gear with him bent over his anvil with me pounding his tight buns and slapping my big balls against them. BOOM that put me over the top and I hadn’t got my glass yet. First shot fired 2 meters in a heavy volley that landed boom right on top of my slacks. I redirected the following shots down onto the floor and left one hell of a mess.

FUCK!!! My pleasure release turned to frustration as I had to clean up and then spend the next 20 minutes rinsing my slacks and drying them under the hand dryer.

As I exited the restroom, one of my team had come looking for me as I had been away for 30+ minutes since walking Stewart out. I got a cheeky grin from Sarah and she commented “he’s that good hey?” Sarah knew all about me and my trips to the restroom as one day I didn’t lock the door and she came looking for me and sprung me spanking my meat. So I had to explain the whole gay thing as she proceeded to want to drop to her knees and consume my cock. Sarah walked off giggling and saying, next week is going to be fun, have a good weekend.

I contacted the sales team and let them know we would have him starting Monday and we would pull out all stops to get the design ready in a week. I packed up for the day and headed off for a fun weekend of camping and fishing.

Monday morning 755am Stewart called and I raced down to the building lobby too collect him. Like the week before he was spectacular. But as it was really a hot morning mid summer he wasn’t in a suite coat, which really allowed his big arms and shoulders to be accentuated by his business shirt. I commented about his shoulders where he explained he made a Damascus steel kitchen knife over the weekend which meant he folded steel nearly a hundred times and hand forged it all by hand hammering. Hell of a work out.

After organising his building pass and network account we got to work where we spent the next 3 days 10 hrs a day working closely together on the design. The cool thing about that was I got to admire him and get to know him well. On the Thursday Stewart asked where I went for 20 mins every day before lunch? I blushed, went quite red and said that I had a catch up with a senior manager at that time. He said ok, and we moved on.

That afternoon we received a little update from the sales team prior to finalising the design that required us to stay late and get it all done for the 9am presentation in the morning. By 7pm we had ordered some dinner in and it was just Stewart and I left for the final review and checking it was ready. We moved from the conference room after eating into my office where I closed the door as the cleaner was moving through the office with the vacuum. Stewart had his arm outside the edge of his chair and I moved past him with my crotch facing him, where I brushed his arm with my semi hard cock.

Stewart and I had worked over 12 hrs straight and he just straight out said to me, “don’t tease me like that, you have been flashing that thing around me all week.” I literally didn’t know what to say, when he just stood up and came over to me and layed his big strong hand on my cock which responded instantly. He leaned in and kissed me as well which started my pre-cum generation.

Luckily it was less than a minute before my pants and most of my clothes where off me and on the couch. Stewart straight out said wow you have a fat cock, I want it. He quickly stripped off and launched himself at my now dribbling cock.

His mouth was heavenly, he worked my cock for 15 or so minutes where I warned him I was going to blow and that he had to be careful as I have an enormous load to which he quickly popped up and asked how much? I let him know it could be up to 100ml and shoot a few meters. That seemed to make him really want it and work it harder and deeper. He had started deep throating me and my knob was passing his tonsils and down his throat. I exploded, woosh after woosh I pumped a few tablespoons of smooth cum down into his stomach. This guy was talented as he didn’t gag, or even react to so much cum pouring down his gullet.

Stewart popped up kissed me and said I needed a protein shake! Fuck he even says the hottest things. I grabbed his butt and started prodding his hole with my finger, were he moaned a little and I launched into a deep tongue kiss. He started wiggling his butt trying to get my finger inside him but it was too dry and he seemed really tight. I quickly reached out with my other hand hunting around for my backpack next to my desk which I finally found and dragged closer whilst kissing him and my other hand was still probing his ass.

I found it.. I had a small pump of lube in my bag and put it on the desk, which Stewart saw and quickly he moved away from me so he could get a blob of lube into his hand and then onto his asshole where he started to finger himself and get as much lube inside himself as possible. He pushed another few pumps of lube into his other hand and proceeded to lather my still hard cock with it, and quickly said, put it in me.

He pushed our paper work off the desk scattering weeks of work across the floor and hopped up on the table on his back presenting me with his package and ass. I moved in and gave his cock and balls a tongue bath. I moved down to his ass where he quickly lifted my head up and said in an aggressive fashion that he wanted my cock in there, not my tounge. He’s a power bottom, he likes telling guys how to work him.

I put my fat cock head against his amazingly small hole and started to push in, It took 10 minutes or longer swapping from my cock to a finger then thumb, back to my cock and then POP my cock head passed and he let out a big sigh where he relaxed at the same time and I pushed in a bit further which he wasn’t expecting. He asked me to stop and let him get used to the thickness and said it was the thickest cock he had taken and that he would be ready soon for me to go wild and use him. That was such a turn on to hear that I would be able to really go off as I love being able to fuck really hard.

A Few minutes passed and as he relaxed he pushed himself onto my cock down to about 6 inches inside him and plenty to go when he said “now fuck me like you own me”. I proceeded to follow the order and instantly bottomed out getting all 8.5 inches of fat cut cock into him where he flinched. I pulled back right to top only leaving my knob inside him and slammed back down to my balls, where he gasped and moaned where I kicked into a wild fucking machine. I had him pinned down with his back on leather top table against his naked body and holding his legs near my shoulders. I thrust into him over and over for 10-15 minutes where his groans seem to get higher and higher in tone. I noticed his balls tightening, lifting and he exploded all over his stomach and chest with a hot ropey load of cum. Seeing this and then smelling it put me over the top, where I started to cum deep inside him some 14 spurts of hot cum.

I pulled out of him and he didn’t lose a drop of cum as his ring closed off tight. I said I’d happily do that every day where Stewart said he would love that.

We quickly cleaned up and put our paper work back together and left together to my place where I proceeded to follow his instruction again and deposit another huge cum load inside him, and again in the morning after I woke to find him riding my morning glory hard on.

Arriving together at work Sarah asked me to come see her for a quick meeting where she asked what was that all about coming to work together in my car and why was his car still here? I said we have more in common and winked at her, with her reply being No, you bastard, not fair! I chuckled and walked off back to my office.

Stewart and I presented the design to the sales team and then the client that day and our coordination and handling of it was well noted by the CEO of our company, who a few weeks after winning the contract gave us an award which ended up being a holiday each where we could take our partners. We thanked the CEO and walked off next to each other were we both said the same thing at same time, so when are we off?