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Dr. Paul Lewis was on edge. It has been a trying day at his large downtown hospital in the Midwest. He’d had back-to-back surgeries, and, although his patients had encountered no serious complications, one his assistants, fresh from an Ivy League university, Carlos Galban, had annoyed him with his playful banter and, yes, hints of flirtatiousness. They were opposites—the serious, Nordic 33-year-old surgeon, blond and six feet tall, with a square jaw and the washboard abs he enjoyed showing off in his gay gym’s steamroom, and the third-generation Cuban from south Florida, who was smaller, almost elfin, with delicate wrists and long eyelashes.

Paul wasn’t exactly closeted but it annoyed him when female cashiers flirted with him in the cafeteria, and, yes, annoyed him even more when males, especially low-ranking males like nurses and med school students, dared do the same. And Carlos had once playfully tugged Paul’s stethoscope while they were in the men’s room, washing their hands, having urinated side-by-side—an occasion when Carlos was “all eyes.” So, in the OR, Paul had snapped twice at Carlos: “Could you act competent instead of comical? Just pretend.” And, “Are you awake, Galban? Or do we have two here under anesthesia?” Paul thought he’d detected tears in the boy’s dark, cruisy eyes.

So Paul, defying common sense and hospital policy, went sneaking out behind the loading dock in the back of the building and lit a cigarette. He smoked it hurriedly, half of it actually, before crushing it out and ducking back inside, hoping no one had seen him. He worked late in his office—paperwork, paperwork, always—that annoyed him further. He swore, kicked his wastebasket. He had to get more sleep; maybe he should masturbate before going to bed… Just before Eric, Paul’s male secretary left, he popped in. “Dr. Lewis, Mr. Bowen telephoned. He’d like to see you.”

“Really? Did he say about what?”

“He just said to come down to his office as soon as possible.”

“Huh.”

Mr. Bowen was a vice-president of the hospital, high-powered but still relatively young, in his mid-forties, with a quarterback’s build, brown hair graying here and there, and just the beginning of a bald spot. He was clean-shaven, somewhat hawk-faced. Rumored to be an ex-Marine, he’d just gotten divorced and was being pursued by various women, the director of PR and another VP, but he seemed to successfully elude them. Paul seldom saw him, and, if the truth be told, this was good, because Paul had a slight crush on him that made the young surgeon uneasy. Paul considered him an ideal “dad” in the gay sense: strong, non-nonsense, but with a gruff reservoir of affection.

He reminded Paul of his college athletic coach, Mr. Dwight, a brusque man whose hairy bare buttocks Paul had admired in the shower or within the confines of his damp jockstrap. Just seeing Coach Dwight’s bare bottom made Paul’s own anus tighten, but nothing had happened between them but a playful slap the coach had given to the athlete’s backsides.

Mr. Bowen’s administrative assistant had left for the day, and the older man beckoned from behind his big mahogany desk, in front of the broad glass windows with their panorama of the lakes and parks and skyscrapers of the city. Mr. Bowen shrugged off his blue blazer and drew the curtains on the million-dollar view. He stepped into the center of the room.

“Tough day?” he asked. “Shut the door.”

No “please.” He acted miffed. Paul complained about the parking situation and said the chow mein in the cafeteria was likely cat. “Sorry, I’m a little on edge.”

“Being a physician has many dimensions,” Mr. Bowen said. “Bedside manner extends beyond the bedside. I had a complaint about you today, Paul, from one of our students. He said you humiliated him in front of his colleagues. In the OR.” He paused. “The complaint was from Carlos Galban. His father and I are old friends from medical school. From Johns Hopkins.”

Paul blushed, furious. He scoffed.

“And I saw you outside, on hospital grounds. Smoking a cigarette. Is that setting a good example?”

Paul held out his hands. “What can I say? I’m not perfect.”

Mr. Bowen pulled up a straight-backed chair and set it in the center of the Oriental rug. “Come here, Paul.”

The tone was a coach’s after a team’s blowing a game. “Yes, sir.” Paul approached Mr. Bowen.

The older man told him. “Take off your jacket.” Paul obeyed. “Take down your pants.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come here, Paul. Closer.”

Mr. Bowen undid Paul’s belt, unbuttoned his fly, pulled down his zipper. Paul’s balls contracted. Mr. Bowen pulled down Paul’s pants and briefs simultaneously. “I…” he muttered. He bent Paul, bare, over his knee. “Sir, I’m sorry. Really!”

“Of course you are. Now. I think you may be out of sorts because you’re ill, son. So I’m going to take your temperature. The old-fashioned way… I’m an old-fashioned dad.” Paul felt Mr. Bowen open his crack and rub cold lubricant into his anus, then he felt a cold glass thermometer slide deep into his rectum as Paul stared at the floor and his face burnt with embarrassment. “Sir…” He was whispering. “Please…”

Then someone rapped at the office door and Paul panicked.

“Yes?” Mr. Bowen asked, but this time his voice was friendly.

“It’s Carlos Galban, Mr. Bowen,” came the answer.

The voice nauseated Paul. He tightened his rectum around thermometer.

“Come right in,” Mr. Bowen said.

Mortified, Paul looked up and saw Carlos Galban staring directly at his bare bottom, at his crack with the thermometer sticking up from it. “Oh, excuse me,” Carlos said, but with a faint smile at the corners of his mouth.

“It’s all right, Carlos. We’re all men here. Although some doctors sometimes act like boys. And are treated like boys as a result. I thought Dr. Lewis might be sick today, he’s so out-of-sorts, so I’m taking his temperature to be sure he isn’t febrile. If his temperature is normal, there will be consequences for him. Have a seat, Carlos. I want you to watch.”

Easing into a comfortable leather chair and continuing to stare squarely at Paul, Carlos asked, “Consequences?”

“Yes, if Dr. Lewis has no fever, he’s going to receive a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking.”

Carlos nodded. “I see.”

“Yes, you will. You’ll have a perfect view.”

Mr. Bowen withdrew the thermometer, and, with a tissue, wiped the lubricant from Paul’s crack. “Perfectly normal,” he snapped. “You have no excuse for your bad behavior, young man… Carlos, open the top drawer of my desk. You’ll find an oak paddle there in the center compartment. Please get it and hand it to me.”

Paul would never forgive Carlos’s reply: “My pleasure.”

“Thank you, Carlos… Stick your bottom up for your spanking, Paul. Higher, hold it steady. I want to aim, and Carlos wants to watch.”

Smack, smack, smack, the blows came hard, on both sides of the bare bottom and on one side of the crack for an extended period of time, so that Paul squirmed and gasped and struggled and Mr. Bowen held him down by the nape and kept giving him his licking.

“Aach! Ow! Hey, please!”

Paul knew both men were staring at his bare bottom, staring at it to watch it turn red but also appraising it for its fullness, for the amount of the hair growing on the flanks and in the crack, and studying the depth of the crack and how far the crack opened during Paul’s fruitless effort to avoid his spanking. “Ow, ow, ow!” Paul fought tears and his belt buckle banged the floor and his feet kicked and one loafer and his pants fell off and his briefs tangled his legs together.

“You’re getting a bare-bottom spanking,” Mr. Bowen scolded. “Well-deserved. And it won’t be the last unless your behavior improves. Do you understand, Dr. Smarty-Pants-Down?”

Paul was panting, out of breath, barely able to talk. “Yes, yes, sir.”

“Some boys don’t listen through their ears. They listen through their cracks, I think. It takes a spanking to make my words sink in.” At last, Mr. Bowen told Carlos. “Carlos, you may return the paddle to the drawer.”

Paul tried to wiggle free, to begin to stand, but Mr. Bowen pushed him back down. “I’m not done yet. Not by a longshot. It’s bare-to-bare now. The bare hand on the bare bottom.” Over and over, on just the right side of his crack, Mr. Bowen spanked Paul’s bare bottom.

Paul began crying just as he heard Carlos break into muffled laughter. “Carlos,” Mr. Bowen said, “I have enough energy left in my arm for your bare bottom as well.”

“Yes, sir,” the young doctor said. “I know that, sir. I apologize, sir.”

“I’ve known your family and I know your father, and if I tell him, you’ll be in big trouble.”

As Paul sobbed, Mr. Bowen stood Paul up. “Feel his backsides, Carlos.” The other man did. “Yours will be just as warm if you breathe a word about this, Carlos.”

“Yes, sir… Paul, open the curtain a bit and stand bare in the window for one-minute. With your bottom facing outward. Carlos, leave.”

The winter cold penetrated the plate glass to almost soothe Paul’s swollen, throbbing bottom. After what seemed like forever, Mr. Bowen drew the curtains shut and told Paul, “You may go. And…?”

Paul tugged up his briefs and his pants, and shoved his shoe onto his foot. “Sir?” he choked. As if to heighten his humiliation, Paul had now developed a boner—which Mr. Bowen scornfully noted.

“Has your mood improved? Doctor?”

Paul nodded.

“Answer me, son.”

“Yes, Dad!”

“I trust the chow mein will taste better tomorrow.”

END

Hi – This is the first of my long journey to the submissive bottom I am now and the nasty things I have done and enjoyed over the years, I felt like I wanted to share them.

So I guess this is how it all started. Me at the time a very horny guy and looking for something new to sexually satisfy me. So a Little about myself, at the time when my sexual awaking happened i was 21. At that point in my life I had slept with a few girls but knew I liked men, big strong hairy men that would use me.

I had met a few guys online but only sucked a few of them off which I really enjoyed, prior to that (and still do) I webcamed a lot with random guys online. I enjoy being submissive, stretching my ass hole and talking dirty. This gets me off, but I was after something more. I had a long afternoon with nothing planned so I decided to post an advert to cragslist, just asking for any dirty older men who wanted me to carry out some humiliating or degrading tasks for them, in exchange I would carry it out and take some photos and send them back.

I got a fair few replies across the afternoon but nothing that got me going (or was humanly possible!) until one email reply popped up in my inbox. The first thing I noticed that separated it from the rest of the poor e-mails was that it was several paragraphs long not just a few lines of nonsense. He explained that he liked training submissive guys and making them do more and more degrading things. Attached were a few photos, the guy in question was in his late 40’s and had a large hairy cock with beautiful low hanging balls.  I eagerly responded and soon enough got a response.

He wanted to see if I would do some simple tasks first like show my cock and asshole, photos me in a doggy position etc. I think I also sent him a picture of me sucking of a guy from a few months ago which I looked hot in. My cock by now was so hard loving the idea of a stranger planning nasty things for me to carry out. Once he was satisfied he emailed me a picture of a previous sub with just the line. ‘I want this but I know you can do better’. The picture showed a young skinny guy on the floor, with a butt plug in and body covered in wax with a couple of pegs on his nipples.

I quickly ran to my kitchen cupboards and found some candles and a handful of clothes pegs. I also found some thin rope which I had a plan for. I headed for the bathroom and lit the candles, I pulled out the biggest of my butt plugs and set to work easing it into my hole. After ten minutes or so i managed to work it in, I then got hold of the rope and tied it around each of my balls and then the head of my penis and pulled it tight until I couldn’t handle any more grip from the twine. I tied the last of the rope around my throat and felt it dig in.

The wax had started to melt at this point so I started pouring it over my cock and stomach, the hot wax turning my skin pink and really sensitive. My cock was straining against its restraint and was gushing precum.  Once I was satasfied that I had covered enough of myself in wax, I started placing the pegs on me. I had several on my nipples, balls and cock. The pain was more and more intense to the point that I actually I couldn’t take anymore. I took some photos of me looking helpless and in discomfort. I laid there for a bit and took in the feeling of degrading myself for some stranger and got more and more turned on. I spent a good half hour gently torturing myself with the rest of the candle wax until the candle was just a burnt out wick.

I emailed the images across and started tidying up the copious amount of wax that was spilt, and was trying desperately not to play with my penis. I wanted to enjoy this feeling. Soon I had a response telling me he was impressed and that I was a good sub. I started begging him for more, It was a while before a response came through stating some of what he had planned for me, reading that was enough to set me off and i let out a huge spurt of cum all over my chest. I just laid there exhausted and wanting more.

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Hyacinth, the young son of the King of Sparta, was beautiful like the very gods of Mount Olympus themselves. His youthful attractiveness caught the eye of Apollo, the shooter of arrows and the God of the sun. Apollo, in mortal form, had a powerful chest, firm muscles and a keen eye for love. Particularly the love of a handsome male youth.

The god would often come to the shores of the Eurotas River, leaving his shrine in Delphi unattended. Here he befriended Hyacinth and soon they were spending much time together, delighting in adolescent pleasures. Tired of his music and his bow, Apollo found relief in their rustic pastimes. He took Hyacinth hunting through the woods and glades on the mountain sides. They practiced gymnastics, a skill which Hyacinth then taught to his friends, and for which later the Spartans would become renowned.

But he did not pass on all of the things he learned with Apollo. He kept to himself, for example, the things he was taught about the pleasures of love; how to tend to a friend, how to give pleasure in return for guidance and protection. He did not tell his father, the King, all of what he did in those long summer days in the woods. How he and Apollo would grapple naked, trying to floor each other in wrestling. How, when Apollo pinned him to the mossy earth he became aroused as the god made man pressed his firm body onto his, how he licked at the sweat that moistened Apollo’s hard shoulders and savoured the feel of the dark curly hair against his cheek. Hyacinth kept to himself his wild imaginings when Apollo rolled him flat on his stomach, lowered his heavy body over the youth and pressed all of his manliness downwards, pinning the lad in submission and pleasure. And, at first, he did not tell Apollo what he felt either.

As summer drew on and the games they played increased in fervour, Apollo knew that it was only a matter of time before the youth gave in to him. He had the power to make the lad turn to him, open his arms and his lips to him and submit. But Apollo was in love, and each day his love for Hyacinth increased until it passed the bounds of lust. He knew he could not force the lad to yield. And he knew that he did not have to.

Once, in the heat of a late summer afternoon, the friends stripped naked, sleeked themselves with olive oil, and began to wrestle.

Hyacinth closed his eyes when he felt the powerful hands of his friend grip together behind his back. His chest pressed against Apollo’s, constricting his breathing, his head pushed back against the older man’s shoulder and his feet tried to find purchase in the soil. Apollo pushed back and like bucking stags they forced each other backwards, then lost ground, then won a move until Hyacinth felt his strength leaving him. He was panting, his pulse racing as his mind wandered. He could no longer think of the fight, only of how Apollo’s firmness was now no longer confined to his chest and his legs. He felt the heat of a rock hard muscle straining against his stomach, he felt a little moisture there, and he felt the welcome rub of coarse hair against his smooth flesh. Between his own legs he felt his smaller, mortal passion rise firm and painful and he longed for Apollo to give it release.

And then he was on the ground. Sharp twigs and earth dug into his back, his breath was knocked from him as Apollo landed on him, victorious. Their faces, wet with perspiration and flushed with effort, were but a tiny distance apart. Hyacinth looked up into the deep brown eyes of his mentor and opened his mouth. He felt hot breath, soft lips and a deep, passionate kiss fulfil his soul. He arched his back to press his aching groin harder against the man he loved and his heart leaped when he felt the action returned.

He felt a strong hand wrap around his waist, cupping his buttocks and felt fingers exploring between them. Before he knew it and before the long awaited kiss was finished, he felt long slippery fingers enter him. His eyes were open, Apollo’s were closed, both in ecstasy. Hyacinth was smiling, knowing that now there was no turning back for either.

But the lips parted and, and the fingers withdrew. Apollo opened his eyes and looked at his young friend.

‘And now?’ he whispered. ‘What now?’

‘Please,’ Hyacinth begged. He knew that he need say no more.

Apollo dipped his head and a broad grin widened across his mouth. He looked down along the lithe body at last submissive beneath him. He felt the smooth, youthful buttocks in his hand as his eyes fell on the swollen, dark flesh between the youth’s legs. And he gazed upon his own, god-like flesh, glowing golden and perfect, ready, waiting to slide inside and find the release that waited there.

‘Please,’ Hyacinth repeated.

Apollo gently lifted the lad by the waist, rested his buttocks on his thighs, and pointed his solid shaft directly between the youth’s legs. He knew where Hyacinth wanted him to go and he knew that he had to give in to mortal desire. Arching his back he bent his head down and took the youthful lips in his again. They kissed. Apollo slid the young body towards him and he felt the two of them become as one.

Around them the forest fell silent all save for a gentle rustling in the trees. Someone invisible watched them as they bent and plunged together on the forest floor. Someone heard their cries of passion, saw their bodies give way to mortal, forbidden pleasure and that someone became aroused. Zephyr, the god of the wind, let his eyes rest on the face of the beautiful youth, now being driving to the pinnacle of ecstasy by the perfect thrusting of Apollo’s hips. He saw the youth thrash his head, saw his golden hair fall from his face and reveal the desire in his eyes. And he wanted to feel what Apollo felt, he wanted to know the love that the young prince was giving, he wanted everything that he could not have.

And he grew angry and jealous.

As the sun began its dip to the horizon without its master Apollo released his love, filling the youth, and then gently he released his lover.

‘I want to know,’ Hyacinth said softly when his breath would allow. ‘I want to know you in the same way.’

Apollo smiled at him and brushed a finger across the sensitive tip of the boy’s wilting shaft. He collected just a drop of the liquid that still clung there, brought it to his lover’s mouth and let him taste it.

‘For me to allow that,’ said the god of the sun, ‘you must prove your worth.’

And before Hyacinth had time to savour the taste of his own ambrosia, Apollo was dragging him to his feet.

‘Take this,’ Apollo said and passed a smooth, glinting discus. ‘If you can throw this you can take me in the same way.’

Hyacinth rose to the challenge, driven by love and desire. He took the discus and gave it his mightiest throw. It sailed on the wind, higher and higher until Zephyr caught it and sent it back towards Apollo, he who had tasted everything that Zephyr wanted for his own. Apollo was acting like a mortal, and so he was mortal. With one blow to his head the discus would kill him and the beautiful Hyacinth would belong to Zephyr. For all eternity.

But as the disc fell toward the earth, driven by the evil wind, Hyacinth saw where it was headed, he saw the danger his lover was in and he ran to intercept it.

He dived for the lethal disc, but missed.

The discus landed but, having fallen from such a great height on such an evil breath, it bounced and violently struck Hyacinth in the head. He let out a groan and crumpled to the ground.

Apollo ran to his friend, horrified. He bent over the dying youth and raised him up, resting the boy’s head on his knees. He tried desperately to staunch the blood that flowed from the wound but it was all in vain. Hyacinth grew paler and paler, and his head rolled to one side, just like a flower of the field wilting under the pitiless rays of the noonday sun.

Heartbroken, Apollo cried out. ‘Death has taken you in his claws. What was my crime? Was our love to blame? The guilt that follows love that loves too much? Oh, if only I could pay for my deed by joining you in your journey to the cheerless realms of the dead. Oh, why am I cursed to live forever? Why can’t I follow you?’

He words were taken by the wind that had come from nowhere as it now returned to nowhere. As if someone were stalking away sulking and taking the breeze with him, the wind died with the boy and both were gone.

Apollo held his dying friend close to his breast, and his tears fell in a stream onto the boy’s bloody hair. Hyacinth died and his soul flew to the kingdom of Hades. The god bent close to the dead boy’s ear, and softly whispered: ‘In my heart you will live forever, beautiful Hyacinth. May your memory live always among men as well.’

And, at a word from Apollo, a fragrant red flower rose from Hyacinths’ blood to remind mankind of his beauty.

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Is one more than a foursome called a fivesome or just a moresome?

Last night, after I finished writing yesterdays blog post, Kip told me to strip down, put on a pair of AussieBum Portseas (click here to see what they look like). I did as I was told, then I was sat down on a chair in the living room and Kip began to tie me up. Kip does a little bit of rock climbing and he knows his knots so by the time he was done I wasn’t going anywhere.

Kip just kind of left me there with the TV on for a few minutes, then he got a text message and he came over and blind folded me with a pair of snowboarding goggles which had some paper or something inside them. I really couldn’t see anything. It wasn’t long after that and I heard a knock at the door and 3 other voices were in the room with me. Two of the voices were Australian and it seemed like they all knew each other pretty well. I was introduced but it was a bit one sides with me not being able to see anything and there was an occasional hand on my shoulders, back, thigh and front of my speedo.

By now I was pretty hard and I’m guessing the front of my speedo was pretty pointed since my hands were behind my back and I couldn’t adjust myself.

Thankfully Kip came to the rescue, put his hand down the front of my speedo and adjusted my cock for me.

It seemed like that kind of started a trend. Next thing I knew there was a speedo clad guy sitting on one of my knees rubbing the front of my AussieBums. The guy, who was not Kip, then started kissing me.

This was definitely a first for me, kissing a guy that I had never seen before.

While I was kissing (more being kissed since I had nothing to do with it) this mystery guy, I heard an Aussie accent say that it was his turn and another speedo clad butt sat on my other knee and started rubbing the front of my AussieBum speedos and began kissing me nearly immediately after the first guy finished. This scene happened again with a third guy and finally with Kip.

As you can imagine, I was pretty hard by then.

I was getting pretty close to cumming as well and I mumbled that to Kip who decided to release my cock from my speedos. Kip undid the drawstring and my cock got a little relief. The AussieBum Portseas don’t have any elastic in the waist so when you undo the drawstring they pretty much fall off you. Now my cock was out and free.

Kip asked,

Dave, would you like to see the guys.

Hell yeah!!!

While still sitting on my knee Kip removed the snowboarding goggles and I saw three guys in front of me all wearing black lycra speedos. All three guys also had raging boners in their speedos too. Then Kip said to the guys….

How about we put on a bit of a show for Dave?

With that the four of them split into couples and moved to the couch and started making out. It was crazy hot watching these four guys, all fit, wearing speedos going at it. My favourite part was when the two Aussie guys were sitting on the couch and Kip and the fourth guy were on their knees sucking them off. The view of those 2 arses and the moaning of the two Aussie guys was something that will stay in my memory for a long time (I’m hard now writing about it).

None of the guys came but this show went on for at least 10 minutes.

It was pretty obvious by now that Kip had put some thought into this whole thing and the next stage was finally going to involve me getting some cock.

The guys got off the couch, all four of them had the front of their speedos pulled down under their balls and obviously all four of them were 100% erect. Kip handed out condoms to each of the guys and they stood in front of me.

Think you can take all four cocks Dave?

Hell yeah!!!

With that Kip began undoing the ropes that had kept me bound for about half an hour I suppose. When I was finally released Kip told me to get on all fours on the floor and he pulled down the butt of my speedo which was pretty easy to do since the drawstring was undone. All the while, three guys were standing in front of me, cocks in condoms. Kip proceeded to squirt lube on my arse and rubbed it in and flipped a couple of fingers into my arse.

Then the fucking began.

Each of the three guys took turns fucking me until they came. Kip is more of a bottom so I haven’t been fucked since I left Australia and it felt sooooooo good.

The first guy who fucked me was one of the Aussie guys and he didn’t last long. Then came the 2nd Aussie guy and I couldn’t hold on anymore, despite trying, and I came all over the towel that Kip has laid down on the floor. Just as my orgasm began the 2nd Aussie started cumming. It was pretty intense.

I still had my arse in the air, and my head was on the ground still recovering from my orgasm when a third cock entered my arse. This guy took a little longer but I was able to take it and he came. Then Kip started fucking me. Kip took the longest of all the guys, my head was on the ground and my cock was hard again. Kip was plowing away and at one point added some more lube – kind of understandable since he was the fourth guy to fuck me in about 15 minutes.

Finally Kip came and pulled out of me. I was pretty spent. Then I sat back on my haunches and it was only Kip and I in the room.

I thanked Kip for organizing just an amazing fuck session and he told me it wasn’t over yet.

Kip told me to go have a shower, clean up and put some speedos on and join him in the hottub which I did.

With a drink in my hand, some black lycra speedos of my own on I walked outside to Kip’s hottub to find the four guys there. This time I was introduced in a little more traditional sense.

• The two Aussie guys are both 22yo from Wollongong (which is on the coast south of Sydney). The guys are boyfriends who just finished uni/college and are taking a year off to travel before joining the rat race. Both guys are still clubbies, members of a surf life saving club which explains their speedo tans. They are working in a ski rental shop in town. Kip met them on Grindr just after they arrived in Breckenridge back in November and they have been having some hottub/speedo fun with each other since then.
• The last guy is an old fuck buddy of Kip’s who lives in Denver and his parents have a house up in Breck. He is 28yo and this was his first ever fivesome and just loves listening to three Aussie accents. Before tonight, he didn’t own a speedo and had never really had speedo sex before meeting Kip. When Kip told him about what he planned for my fuck session the guy bought a black speedo on Amazon.

We sat chatting in the tub for a half hour or so and people started sitting on the side of the tub as they started to over heat. It became apparent, by the growing bulges in the front of all the black speedos that everyone had recharged.

Since you all got to fuck me….. anyone going to let me fuck them?

I really wanted to fuck the two 22yo Aussie guys and they both volunteered to be fucked. Kip was well prepared with condoms and lube handy and the two Aussie guys leaned over the edge of the hottub and presented their arses. Kip was friendly enough to put the condom on me and I pulled the back of one of the Aussie’s speedos down. Just like he did to me, Kip squirted some lube into the beautiful arsehole of the Aussie and I entered him.

Since I wanted to fuck them both I was going nice and slow but the Aussie was enjoying it. His boyfriend, still hanging over the side of the hottub with his speedo clad arse ready to be fucked, reached down and started jerking off his boyfriend while I continued my rhythmic strokes.

Then the moaning became louder and I felt the Aussie’s arse constrict and clamp even tighter on my cock. I had to stop to avoid cumming myself. When the Aussie stopped flexing I slowly pulled out of his arse. I pulled off the condom, Kip again put a new one on me and repeated the process of lubing up the 2nd Aussie.

This was the guy who had made me cum when he was fucking me earlier and I wasn’t going to be gentle with him. I rammed my first stroke all the way in and then started pounding away. I wasn’t going to last long at all and came pretty quickly. The 2nd Aussie hadn’t cum by the time I pulled out so I turned him around and sucked him off until he unloaded in my mouth. Aren’t I a good sport – hehehe.

With a load of cum in my mouth the first Aussie began kissing me and enjoying the taste of his boyfriends jizz via me which was a nice touch.

It was pretty hot fucking those guys and Kip and his old fuck buddy must have had an amazing show. Now it was their turn and Kip was on the receiving end of a really hard fucking by the 28yo.

That was kind of the end of the evening as it was getting late. The three guys lived close enough to Kips to walk home. It was pretty obvious that we’d be catching up and playing together again.

Of course you can read more about my snowboarding trip on my blog – AussieSpeedoGuy.org

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“Shit! Oh shit. Oh shit!”

I couldn’t believe it. I’d lost my keys. Frantically I searched through pocket after pocket as the reality dawned on me – I’d put them down at Luke’s place. Ben looked at me dumbfounded. “What’s up with you?”

“I’ve lost my keys. No, I’m not pissing about – I’ve really lost them.”

We were on our way back to my place after a long night. Ben was an old mate – we went to university together – and we’d just caught up for a night out clubbing, a kind of old school rave reunion thing. We’d both taken several pills and were tired, confused and just needed a sofa to chill on. And almost home, I’d realised there was no way in. I had a strong feeling I’d left my keys at my friend Luke’s flat we’d gone back to after the club. We’d got a taxi from there with another friend Lucy to her house, then walked the last five minutes to mine.

“Maybe you dropped them at Lucy’s?” Ben said hopefully. “Maybe”, I replied, but I knew I hadn’t. It was far too late to get hold of another taxi out here in the sticks and I really didn’t want to have to break in.  

We retraced our steps to Lucy’s and explained the situation. Unfortunately she had a bit of a full house – two old friends staying in her spare room – but we could have the living room. But it wouldn’t be exactly comfortable…

So in the end that was all we’d got: a couple of cushions from the sofa and a double duvet. Ben raised his eyebrows. “Lucky we’re old friends, eh?”.

We’d known each other for years, since we were on the same course at university. At 18, Ben was a fairly naive student from a rural village, floppy dark Madchester hair, big nose, goofy grin, slim build. We’d hit it off straight away and always stayed friends. He’d grown up though, and now in his mid-30s he was married to a bossy woman called Rachel, several kids, and while his hair had thinned a bit his body had become more muscular and hairy. I’d come out as gay at university and he was always cool with that. I’d always fancied him a bit – he was a good looking guy – but really he was a mate and I would never cross lines.

We had a final spliff and stripped down to our boxers and t-shirts, I turned the light off and we got under the duvet.  

I know as soon as we laid down that I was going to struggle to sleep. I was still pretty high from the pill and it was a hot sweaty night. Ben was lying on his side facing away from me.  I tried lying one way and then the other but my mind was racing and I was distracted by the closeness of his body. Plus, whenever I did this sort of thing – take ecstasy or other drugs – I usually liked a marathon wanking session as I came down. Nothing like getting lost in a sexual fantasy, pulling your knob in a monged-out state. In fact I knew Ben loved that too, because we’d discussed it in the past, and once when he’d stayed at mine I’d heard him going for it in the room underneath me, both of us wanking loudly at the same time and not caring who heard.  

My cock started getting half hard. I knew it would need a bit of coaxing – the drugs tended to shrink things a bit – but I really needed to play with it for a bit. I slipped my hands down my pants and started massaging it gently. Ben’s breathing was kind of regular – maybe he’d fallen asleep already? I turned onto my side facing away from Ben and gently slid my boxers down to my knees. Slowly I pulled my foreskin back and forth, squeezing my cock to fullness. Images flashed through my mind – the time I got fucked under a railway arch by a stunningly good looking Irish lad; me and my old mate Neil rimming each other’s arses; fucking my current boyfriend’s gloriously tight smooth arse… I tried to take it all very slow, just gently massaging rather than a full-on wank, but god it was hard not to just let rip.  

I dunno how long I was wanking for, but I was kinda drifting in and out of reality in a sort of sexual drug-induced trance. I must have started pulling it a lot harder because I was suddenly pulled out of my horny fantasy by Ben’s voice.  

“Mark?”

I froze mid stroke. Shit. Had he heard me?

“Err.. yeah?”

“Are you having a wank?”

Fuck. He had. I decided it better to admit it. “Oh, err… sorry.. yeah suppose I was. I’ll stop… sort of forgot where I was.” I said, still holding my stiff cock.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s ok. Well it’s a bit weird I spose. I can’t sleep either really.”

I turned round to face him. There was a kind of half-light thanks to the street light outside the thin curtains so I could see Ben leaning on his elbow. “Yeah, I just thought I might sleep after a wank… but it’s always a bit hard to cum after a pill…”

“Yeah but good fun trying though I bet”

“Damn good fun, sleep you bastard!”. I made an exaggerated wanking movement with my hand under the duvet. “Think I was nearly there…”

“Well finish if you want, don’t mind me. Don’t fucking cum on me though!”

I laughed. “Well I spose if you really don’t mind… I’m so horny.”

I resumed my position lying on my side, facing away from Ben, and gripped my cock. It all felt a bit awkward, wanking while he was awake, but I really needed to cum and go to sleep. I slipped back into my fantasy and tugged on my dick. It had softened a bit while we were talking but soon started to lengthen in my hand.  

I tried to get on with the business in hand quietly but I was totally aware that Ben was wide awake next to me. He moved around a couple of times as I was wanking, adjusting his pillows, trying to get comfortable. After a few minutes he interrupted my wank again.  

“This just isn’t working. I’m not sure whether to roll another spliff or have a wank myself.”

I turned onto my back. He was lying on his back, hands obviously groping his crotch under the covers. “Maybe both would be a good idea? I think I need to pause this for a piss anyway.”

“Yeah, I think you’re right. Spliff and a wank… the best nightcap in the world.”

He sat up. “You gonna put the light on then?”

I pulled up my boxers which were round my ankles and bent my cock inside. Often after a pill my boner was pretty weak but the sexually charged atmosphere had really got to me. I staggered to the door and felt around for the light switch. I clicked it on and felt almost blinded by the bright light. I looked over at Ben who was sat up bare-chested in the bed, rubbing his eyes. He looked over, and I noticed him glance at the obvious tent in my boxers. 

“Can you pass me the tobacco and lighter? Think they’re on the table” asked Ben.

I walked over to the table and found them, and leaned over the bed to pass them to Ben. As I did, my cock popped out of my boxer flies, the helmet pointing straight at Ben’s face. “Oops. Sorry…” I mumbled, quickly shoving it back inside. “Christ, you’ll have my eye out with that” grinned Ben. “Go and have a piss and calm down a bit”.  

When I came back down for a piss my erection had subsided a bit. I found a lamp in the corner of the room, which gave just enough light for Ben to skin up and got back into bed.  

We shared the spliff, chatting about the night and the fuck-up I’d made with the keys. I was feeling horny again and absent mindedly played with my dick under the duvet while we talked and passed the joint.  

“Think you might sleep now then?” asked Ben “Or do you still need a wank?”

“I dunno… I might sleep I spose… but I would really like a wank if I’m honest…”

“Yeah, so would I… dunno though, it’s a bit odd… I spose one of us could go to the bathroom.”  

I really didn’t want to do that. “Nah it’s really cold up there. You go if you want.”

Ben sighed. “I thought you might say that. I don’t want to go up there either. It’s not a big deal I guess. Lights out, quick wank, sleep.”

“It’s just scratching an itch.” I said, “I’m not going to make a move or anything.”  

“Oh I didn’t think you would. Sorry, I’m not being homophobic or anything. It’s just been a long time since I’ve wanked with someone else like this.”

My cock was really hard now, anticipating wanking next to Ben. He sighed. “OK, well let’s get it over with. Turn the light off then.”

I felt a bit awkward getting up with an erection again. “Nah, your turn to get up.”

“Oh c’mon… I haven’t got any pants on…” Ben said stubbing out the spliff.  

He must have taken them off while I went upstairs for a piss. He was totally up for wanking then no matter what his reticence.  

“Well I’ve seen it all before.” I said, grinning.  

That much was true. We’d started going to the gym together quite regularly a few years before. At the beginning, we were both really shy about getting changed – at first picking lockers well away from each other, then getting changed together but stripping off under our  towels. Gradually I got more brave and kinda proud of my body, so one day leisurely took myself drying off, fully naked in front of Ben. He rapidly copied my lead so before long we’d chat together in front of the lockers naked, our cocks flopping about as we dried off.  We even went to another gym a few times that had an old fashioned communal shower (god I miss those! Hardly seem to be any left in the north of England) and soaped up in neighbouring showers. I think Ben enjoyed being naked as much as me. I’ve always enjoyed it in a way beyond just being sexual anyway – it feels so fucking good and liberating to be nude.  

“Yeah I know… but I’ve got a hardon now… go on, do the light.”

“I’ve got one too and you’ve already seen that. Not exactly fair is it?”

“OK, I’ll do it… oh just shut your eyes will you?”

“No way, you saw mine.”

“Yeah but I’m not gay am I?”

“Oh c’mon Ben, it’s just a cock, I’ve seen lots. I’m not going to jump on you, you should know that by now”

“OK, OK, yeah I know it’s my hangup…”

With that Ben pulled back the duvet and leapt out of bed jumping over me and running for the lamp. I just got a flash of his hairy body, his cock jutting out obscenely from his bushy pubes. It looked like an average sized cock – much like mine – but darker, almost purplish. Ben squatted down fiddling with the lamp, his hairy rounded arse pointing at me and his balls dangling. Click, the light went off and Ben came back to bed. There was some light from the streetlight coming through the curtains so I could just make out his outlline and his cock bobbing as he moved.  

“Get a good look then?”  

“No not really. Spoilsport. Looked like you have nothing to be ashamed of though.”

“Well you neither. Reckon we’re well matched. Similar, you know.”

“Probably. I’m glad you’ve not got a ten incher that would well piss me off”

“I fucking wish. Or though maybe not, you can have too much of a good thing.”

We both lay in silence on our backs in bed under the duvet. There was suddenly a feeling of immense awkwardness.  

“Better do this then?” I asked, starting to pull my dick.  

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

I started to wank under the duvet, and Ben joined in. Little mounds of duvet formed over our crotches, and the steady beat of masturbation began.  

“Oh fuck this is nice…” muttered Ben, as he began to beat faster. Soon we were in sync, beating together, up-down, up-down, making a drum beat as our fists mashed into the duvet. It seemed suddenly hilarious and we both started to laugh.  

“Oh this is mental.” said Ben, “I don’t think I can do this. It just doesn’t feel right”.  

“You never did this when you were a kid?”  

“Course I did – you know I told you about what me and Andy Bennett got up to”. Andy was a childhood friend of Ben’s I’d met a few times, they’d had a wild teenagedom of drugs and wanking and Ben had told me snippets many years ago when we were drunk.  

“And well, at uni with Bill”.  

“You wanked with Bill? You never told me that.”

Bill and Ben had been inseparable at university, almost like a couple. Bill had a girlfriend though who visited regularly, and always claimed to be straight even though he was a bit camp. Then… well he got a bit experimental in his final year. Spent too much time in the local gay village. People started to get suspicious and in the end it all came out that he’d been shagging blokes on the side. Including me, once, after drunken night out when I shared a room with him. I remembered his thick eight inch cock and his boyish excitement.  

“Well you know what he was like. Always talking about sex, always getting his cock out. He just convinced me to do it, that it would be a laugh. He could talk anyone into anything.”

“Yeah, too right..” I remembered my sore arse dripping with cum after he’d shafted it bareback, much to my initial protestation.  

“So you did it lots of times?”  

“Just a few. Then, you know, I found out he might have other motives…”

“Well I haven’t wanked like this since uni either. Had sex with men obviously, but not this… this is kinda like male bonding, not sex.”

“Yeah no worries, I know what you mean, I know you’re not gonna bum me or anything… who did you do it with then?”

“That guy Mike I lived with in the first year. You know we all used to watch porn in the kitchen? When there was just me and him we jerked off to it a few times. Shot our loads all over that big kitchen table!”

“Really? He was a bit of a dirty sod I remember.”

“And then Jon – remember I stayed with him in Nottingham that summer? We were sharing a room and it was just impossible, we had to agree to toss off together in the end cos we were both so frustrated by the lack of privacy.”

“Wow. I never thought Jon would be up for that. It just goes to show…”

“Well it shouldn’t be a big deal should it? Look – I think it’s the duvet that’s making it awkward. The beating sound. It’s probably making too much noise anyway, we don’t want Lucy to hear.”

“You mean do it cocks out?”

“Yeah. Or I could lie on my side facing away…”

“Then I’ll just see your arse – sorry Mark but that’s not going to make me cum. Oh… I dunno, let’s give it a go then.”

I pulled the duvet down to below my waist, Ben following my lead, and lay back and started wanking again. I think it was starting to get light outside by this point, or perhaps my eyes had properly adjusted to the dark, but the darkness wasn’t hiding much. His cock looked bigger than before, pointing to the sky gripped in his fist. We wanked slowly, that unmistakeable sound of foreskins sliding. Suddenly it felt much more erotic, the smell of cock – unwashed cock after a night’s dancing – and the palm on cock sound of us pulling on our dicks. We carried on beating slowly, speeding up – always pretty much in time, both of us moaning softly, muttering in ecstasy.  

“Fucking great this is” moaned Ben, “Really fucking nice.”

“Yeah… best feeling in the world.” I answered. Wanking coming down off a pill is really nice – you get lost in the feeling and you can do it for hours. That’s the problem – reaching orgasm. 

“Not sure if I’m gonna cum though. But we can try for a bit I guess”

“Yeah till they get sore.”

“Oh, I might have something for that”. I reached over to my bag and rummaged around. I usually had an emergency stash of lube on me, just in case. It was a long time since I’d slept around – I was always faithful to my current boyfriend – but somehow I’d not stopped the habit of always carrying lube and a condom.  

“Here you go – bit of lube” I said passing him the dispenser.

“What? Really? Never really used that. You don’t really need it with women.”

“Well it jazzes up a wank too.”. Ben ripped open the packet. “OK let’s try this.”

He started to lube up his cock. “Oh wow…. ah yeah that’s really the business. Here…”. He passed me the lube and I lubed up my shaft too.

“Oh this is gotta be one of the best wanks I’ve ever had. Ooh that’s…that’s just exquisite.”

“Tell me about it…”

The squishy sounds of us wanking with the lube sounded really quite obscene. Ben looked over at me. “You are bigger than me you bastard. About an inch I’d say.”

“I don’t reckon so. Other people’s cocks always look longer.”

“Just hold it there a minute. If you don’t mind”

“Ben sat up and studied my cock. It was still pretty dark. “I reckon it’s bigger. What do you think?

I moved closer to his peering at his stiff penis in the dim light. Maybe mine is fatter but probably the same length? Not really sure without the light on.”

To my surprise he got up and turned the lamp on. “Just stand up a minute” he said, stood in the middle of the room, hand on his meaty cock. This was all going in a bit of an unexpected direction. I stood up and faced him, looking him up and down. Ben had a good body for his age, thanks to our gym work. Broad shoulders – broader than mine, hairy full pecs – a bit of a paunch but kinda attractive hairy stomach. And that glistening lubed-up cock – slightly curving up, six to seven inches, with a beautiful fat mushroom head poking out of his foreskin.  

“Just stand next to me. We stood side by side, looking down at our erections. As I suspected, they looked really similar. Maybe mine looked longer because it stuck straight out rather than curved slightly.  

“Dunno. Think it’s a draw.” I said, pulling my foreskin right back to expose my full shiny glans. Ben copied me. “I reckon I’ve got the biggest helmet anyway” he said, wanking slowly. “Maybe if we put them side by side?”

Ben moved to face me and we moved closer. It was strange being so close to a naked guy I wasn’t actually having sex with. He manoevered his penis so it was next to mine, just an inch or so apart. “Bend yours down a bit” I said, “Then if we move forward, whoever hits pubes first is the winner”

“OK” said Ben, bending his cock down to 90 degrees. “Ready, set, Go!”

We moved forward and the end of my cock bashed into his pube covered lower stomach. “I win”. I said, laughing. “No way!” said Ben, “I wasn’t ready.” Giggling, he thrust forward with his cock into my pubes and I thrust back. Then it happened – our cocks touched. Electricity seemed to jolt down my spine. Ben didn’t back off as I expected. “Yeah, press them together then we’ll be able to tell…” he said, slightly lamely I thought, like he knew it was just an excuse.

We pushed our cocks right up next to each other. It was clear there was really nothing in it, size-wise. Maybe mine was a bit fatter. Then Ben moved my hand away and took both our cocks in his hand pressing them tightly together.

“That feels fucking amazing…”

He massaged both our cocks, rolling them around reach other. Slippery with lube, it was like two fat eels writhing around. “Jesus, that’s so fucking nice” exclaimed Ben, clearly surprised by the sensation.

“Yeah, go on, wank me…” I said, as Ben explored my penis, pulling the foreskin right back. I reached down and took his cock into my hand too, slowly rubbing up and down the shaft.

“Let’s lie back down and properly enjoy this” said Ben, moving back to the bed. We lay side by side, him wanking me with his right hand and me wanking him with my left. Our bodies touched as we built up a rhythm, and we both moaned our appreciation as we pleasured each other.

“It’s like you’re wanking yourself… but you’re not… like you’ve got two cocks but one’s numb… what the fuck am I on about? God it feels nice though…”

Ben had quite a loose floppy foreskin, and it made that distinctive fap-fap-fap sound as it moved over his helmet. His cock was so hot in my hand, I could feel every vein pulsing. I pulled the foreskin right back and gently stroked my palm over his glans, squeezing and stroking it. Ben almost went into convulsions. “Jesus! Ahh fuck, god that’s, that’s so sensitive…”. Bits of precum ooozed out of his cock as he flailed around. I so, so wanted to take him in my mouth but I really didn’t want to freak him out.  

“Let’s put them together again” said Ben, moving onto his side. I turned onto my side and let him squash our cocks together. “That’s… just really weird. Nice weird”. He wanked our cocks together then pulled back and pushed them helmet to helmet.  

“Sword fight!” I said, whacking his cock with mine. He laughed, fencing back. “It’s all gone a bit Game of Thrones” he said, giggling.  

We lay back and carried on wanking each other, his slippery glans pulsing in my palm. “I might cum…” Ben said. “Go for it then!” I replied, increasing my rhythm. We started wanking each other’s cocks to a frenzy, faster and faster. It was so horny, it felt so good… but I just couldn’t cum. I had to push Ben off. “Slow down, slow down… think I might have a heart attack or something!”

“Yeah… getting a bit carried away. Really close to cumming but not quite.”

“Me too. Lets just take it slow a minute. And let’s swap round, my arm is knackered”

We moved round in the bed so I was wanking him with my right hand instead of left. As I got my breath back I had an idea. I needed something up my arse. A quick poke up my arse and I’d be cumming in no time. I stared at Ben’s cock, fuck, it would be a lovely fit, but the chances were zero. If I pushed this beyond two mates having a wank it would all go wrong.  

I’d just need to do it myself, a quick finger. “Pass us the lube mate” I said. He passed me the bottle. I squeezed a bit out on both of our cocks and made sure I got plenty on my left middle finger. I lifted up my left knee up and reached around to my arse. “Need to hurry things along a bit” I muttered, easing my finger inside my arse.  

“What do you mean… sticking your finger up your arse? Oh I can’t believe you’re doing that.”

“Look, it’ll make me cum, it’s the quickest way. You must have tried it.”

“Not really my thing. Can’t see the attraction really.”

I eased a second finger into my arse as far as I could. Not a cock, but it would do. Ben was wanking me off nicely, and as I felt for my prostate I knew I’d come soon. His cock seemed to be swelling in my hand, and as I pushed my fingers into my arse I was forced onto my side, physically touching Ben, our feet entwined. I remembered a past fuck, an Essex lad bending me over and sticking his cock up my arse in a toilet in a Birmingham pub, the violence of his thrusts as he shot deep inside. My arse felt open, slimy, hot, and I could smell Ben’s musky, sweaty smell, mixed with the acrid tang of our cocks. It was too much, My body buckled, I felt my prostate harden and I saw stars.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…” I plunged my fingers into my sweaty arse, violently, my cock seemed harder than it had ever been as I erupted, gobs of spunk flying from my cock all over Ben. I was lost in waves of ecstasy as Ben continued to wank my cock, shot after shot of cum spurting out. I’d expected him to pull away, but he carried on holding my cock, now slippery with cum.

“Well I bet that was nice” he observed, wiping spunk from his chest with his boxers. “God I’m covered in your spunk”.  

I laughed. “Bit of an occupational hazard with this kind of thing”.  

“Well, I’m like, acting outside of my normal role.”

“Like a promotion?”

Ben flicked spunk at my face. “No way. More like work experience, shadowing. See if I like it.”

“And do you?” I asked, pulling his cock faster.

“Always good to learn some new skills. But I think I’ll stick with the usual job!”

I carried on wanking him, and he lay back, breathing heavily. My wrist was getting tired, and I must admit I was getting the usual male laziness of being a bit less bothered now I’d cum. I think Ben could tell.

“Let me take over, perhaps I can make it work…” he said, gripping his own cock and wanking furiously. I squeezed his balls while he tugged. His eyes were shut tight as he tried so hard to reach climax.  

After a few minutes his body went rigid and I thought it was done, but no, he stopped out of breath, panting. “I just can’t fucking cum. It’s the drugs.”

“Yeah I know. It’s so hard after MDMA. Nice when you do though.”

“You lucky bastard… but I don’t think I can just wank much longer my cock will be red raw.”

I hesitated. I wasn’t sure whether I should suggest it or not. “I bet I can make you cum.”

“Well you didn’t manage before.”

“Well I didn’t try this” I said, putting up my finger.

“Woah no way… exit only and all that…”

“Look, I don’t want to fuck you or anything. I’m just offering a little bit of help. It works – have you never tried it?”

“Yeah… Clare tried it a few times… I didn’t really get into it though”

Clare was one of his exes from a long way back. A bit of a psycho.  

“I’m not really surprised Clare didn’t have the magic touch. Anyway, up to you… I do know what I’m doing when it comes to arses.”

“I’m sure you do… it’s just… it’s a bit weird. I might be full of poo.”

“I bet you’re not. I’ll stop if it’s at all gross. You do want to cum don’t you?”

“Yeah. Yeah I really really do”. He shifted uncomfortably, and sighed. “OK, a quick go… but if it hurts…”

“…I’ll stop straight away. It won’t hurt, We’ve got lube.”

“Oh, so you go prepared everywhere? Well come on before I change my mind.”

I felt around for the lube. My heart was beating fast, I was surprised things had taken this turn.  

“So, err, how do we do this. I hope I don’t need to bend over…”

“No, just put your legs apart and your knees up” I instructed. I knelt down between his legs and looked down at my target. His balls flopped around in their sac and beneath in the dim light I could just see a thicket of dark hair. Somewhere in there…

I squeezed some lube onto my fingers and felt up his crack. Hair – loads of it – and there, eventually, skin… his hole, tight, sealed. I rubbed lube around it, not entering yet.

Ben recoiled as I touched him. “Ooh. That’s cold.”

“Relax and wank yourself. Focus on your cock and relax your arse.”

“That’s easier said than done when it’s about to be violated.”

“Not violated. Stimulated!”

Ben laughed. “Well get on with it!”

I rubbed the lube around in circular motions, presssing and kneading his pucker without entry. Then I positioned my middle finger against his hole and just teased, feeling his sphincter grip the tip of my finger.  

Ben wanked himself, sighing as I played gently with his arse. He seemed to be relaxing so slowly I pushed, and my finger slipped in as far as the first knuckle. Man, it was tight.

“Oh. I’m not sure…”. His sphincter kind of spasmed around my finger.

“Just relax man. It always feels much better when you’re right inside. When you hit that button.”

“Maybe I don’t have a button”

“Yes you do! I said, plunging my finger inside to the hilt. Ben’s whole body kind of jolted and he gasped.  

“Shit!”

I curled my finger up and found what I was looking for, the nub of his prostate. Gently I pushed in and out, pressing him inside.

“That nice?” I asked?

“I don’t know… it’s strange… just not felt that before… ooh… yeah… it’s sort of nice…”

Ben wanked himself harder as I pushed in and out. He was making whimpering noises as I pushed in and out of his arse. The lube was making squelching noises around my finger and it all felt highly erotic. My own penis had rapidly lengthened and was just inches away from Ben’s hole where my finger explored hot, silky depths.

As Ben pounded his cock I decided to go for broke and pushed another finger inside. His arse gripped me like a vice and his hairy legs were pressed against my body as he seemed to be lost helpless in sensation. I could smell his arse – that glorious sweaty, musky anal smell, and I gripped my cock with my left hand and wanked in time with him, plunging my two fingers into that slimy tight chute. Then I felt it – his prostate harden – and I squashed another finger in as he came.

“Fuck, oh, fuck.. Jesus christ!”. Spunk shot from his cock and his arse clenched around my fingers. I gripped hold of his cock and felt the spunk dribbling between my fingers. His eyes tightly shut, he was in another world as his cock jerked time after time.  

Gradually his breathing slowed and gently I withdrew my fingers from his arse. My other hand was covered in his spunk, thick and gelatinous. Carefully and quietly, I licked it off. I was still wanking, but I probably wasn’t going to cum again, frustratingly.  

Eventually he opened his eyes. “Thanks. I guess you were right. It works”

“That’s what friends are for.”

“No, friends are for buying you a pint, not fingering your arse. But wow… if just a finger does that a whole cock must be pretty mindblowing.”

“Three fingers” I muttered.

“Ouch. Really? My arse is gonna be sore in the morning… It certainly did the job anyway.”

“A whole cock does do it better though.” I suggested, grinning, still wanking my cock.

“Well I’ll take your word for it. You can put that thing AWAY now. Think that was my one and only walk on the dark side.”

“It was the drugs”, I suggested grinning.

“Yeah, it was the drugs. Not that I’m complaining, it was fun. Another spliff?”

And then, groping around in my jacket pocket, I found my house keys. I’d been just too off my head to search all my pockets properly. If I’d just been a bit more thorough… we’d have missed out on all this fun. I didn’t tell Ben. Shortly after we both fell asleep and said nothing more about it in the morning.  

I didn’t see Ben for a few weeks, but then we had a pint after work and discussed the night out. “I think we were both a bit muntered” he said, shamefacedly. “Really, sword fighting is not my thing…”

“You seemed to enjoy it for a novice” I said, grinning.  

“Yeah… it was good fun… and I’m not saying I wouldn’t do it again, but, you know, I am straight…”

“Chill out – It wasn’t any big deal. Just two mates helping each other out. Not what I’d call sex as such.”

He visibly relaxed. “I spose. I should be grateful, given Rachel’s lack of interest it’s the most action my cock’s had for months. Let’s just forget about it, yeah?”

And that was how we left it and it hasn’t happened again. He seemed a bit hesitant about getting naked next time we were in the gym, but soon we were in the shower together letting it all hang loose and all went back to normal. I’m actually quite glad really that it didn’t go any further – he’s my best mate, and I wouldn’t want to wreck that for a quick shag followed by guilt and recriminations. It was just helping out a mate – and that’s always a good thing, surely?  

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I was twenty two when I spent the summer waiting tables in a little café on the beach in Galveston and going out to the bars nearly every night. It got to be the same old game so my friend Kevin came up with a challenge. The first one to hook up with a guy the other one would buy the next night’s drinks. Since we were both straight it wasn’t our norm, but we decided to go for it. 

I sat at the bar in the Rainbow Room and ordered my first drink. I looked up and there was the hottest guy that I’ve ever, before or since, seen. He was standing on the edge of the dance floor, a bronze god. He was three or four inches taller than me, maybe six foot three and two hundred and twenty pounds with incredible bright cobalt blue eyes, curly blonde hair and perfect cupid bow pretty lips. 

He was wearing a white wife beater t-shirt so I could easily see that he had a flat stomach, narrow waist, wash-board abs, broad shoulders with huge biceps. He was very vascular and veins were sticking out just below the skin. I’d never seen anyone like that before, it was different. He wore faded Levis and Nikes with no socks.

I didn’t know it then but his name was Bruce and he was a cop. The aura of control that he emanated made me want to kneel before him and await his orders. 

Ten years later, the image still makes me weak-kneed. I watched him while I drank my beer. I got up to go to the bathroom and as I was walking back to my spot at the bar, he approached me and said, “I think you want to dance with me. Think you can keep up?” 

“Do you mean on the dance floor?” I asked coyly. 

I’d never danced with another man before, but I followed him out on to the dance floor.  We danced for one song, and then without a word he took me by the hand and led me out of the bar and the two blocks to his week-long rental. 

Even though I knew it was coming I was still shocked when Bruce told me to undress him. I literally couldn’t breathe as I gripped the hem of his wife beater t-shirt and slowly pulled it up over his head and took it off. I felt like a kid unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. 

Next to come off was his Levis. I knelt before him and unbuckle his belt, unbutton and unzip them. When I started to pull them down my hands were shaking. 

When I had him stripped down to his panties I had to rock back on my heels and just stare up at him. 

Bruce was the most beautiful man that I’d ever seen…a tan Adonis. 

Somehow it seemed only natural that he was wearing women’s underwear. He had lightly haired pecs with a silken happy trail that got thicker around the navel and spread out as it disappeared into the top of his panties.

Almost reverently I hooked my thumbs in the sides of the waistband of his panties and slid them off his hips and down his legs. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his crotch. Bruce had the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen, even after having seeing hundreds of naked men in the gym. 

I’m not really attracted to men, but he had such a sweet looking cock.  

It was long and thick, even though it was soft and had thick veins running up and down its length. His cockhead peeked proudly out of the folds of foreskin, arching violently upward. It was delicious looking, thick and round and very pink. 

His balls too, hanging low and heavy were gorgeous.

With his hand on the back of my head to guide me, I leaned forward and slowly took Bruce’s soft cock in my mouth. As it started to rapidly grow in my mouth, he let out a contented, “Ahhhhhh.”

I wasn’t sure what to do so I started to slowly licking and twirling my tongue around the lust swollen head. When his cock started dancing and flexing with each flick of my tongue I knew I was doing it right. 

Then I encircled the reddish/purple head with my lips and slowly took him into my mouth all the way down to his balls. He let out another “Ahhhhhhhhh,” and grabbed the back of my head and started moving his hips and fucking my mouth while he was gently moaning and faintly saying, “Oh yeah suck me man.” 

My head was bobbing up and down, moving my mouth up and down his thick shaft and my fingers were lightly caressing Bruce’s balls. 

Then Bruce confused me. I knew from his body language and his moaning that I was doing a good job. But suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and pushed away. 

As I was lying there on the bed wondering what I’d done wrong and Bruce sat down on my chest ‘reverse-cowboy’ penning my arms under his legs and started jacking me off, then he just sat down.      

His butt cheeks covered my face like a gas mask. I had two choices, lick or smother. Without thinking, I flicked my tongue out and started licking. 

Once he was sure I was going preform properly, he raised up a little to give me room to operate. Hating myself but getting into what I was doing, my tongue darted down and I licked the acutely sensitive skin between his balls and his ass. I could tell by his, “Uuuuuuuuuum,” that he liked it. A few more flicks and then I slid my tongue further up, circling his puckered ass in excruciatingly slow, teasing circles. 

My supple tongue dancing around his tight star made him moan, “Oh god,” and squirm with pleasure. Laughing, I stiffened my tongue and poked it right past his puckered sphincter. Then I started pumping it in and out, the same way that Bruce wanted to fuck my mouth. 

As I licked he continued to jack me off.

I lick until I cummed in his hand. Then Bruce turned around and sat on my chest facing my head.  After he made me lick my cum off his hand, he fed me his big eight inch-plus dick and started fucking my mouth again.

I suppose his legs got tired because he rolled off of me and on to his back. 

Quickly moving back between his legs, I took him back in my mouth and started sucking again.  

Then I stop sucking, pausing to lick the underside of the head and shaft of his cock right where I knew it’s the most sensitive. For some reason that I don’t understand I wanted to suck him off. I wanted him to cum my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum and feel it running down my throat.

Bruce’s cock was as stiff as a lead pipe in my mouth when he held my head, arched his hips and buried his cock to his balls in my mouth. He held it there for a couple of seconds before slightly releasing his grip.

Bruce backed out a little and then almost brutally rammed back into my mouth. Then he settled down to a slow but steady rhythm that went on for a good-ten-minutes. 

Bruce’s moans got louder, his pumping more erratic and the head of his cock started to swell, signalling me that he was about to blow his load. Then he moaned, “O00000h migod, I’m cumming, I’m cum…cum…cumming,” as he started quivering. 

As Bruce held my head and pushed his cock in my mouth, I felt a thick warm blast of cum hit my tongue as he unloaded his balls in my mouth. I felt the swell and flex of each shot and counted five strong squirts and then a warm flow that I was able to hold in my mouth. He was moaning and going, “Ah…ah…ah.” the whole time he was squirting. 

Then Bruce quieted down and let go of my head and pulled his cock out of my mouth. 

I savored his mouthful of cum that he’d pumped into me before letting it slide slowly down my throat. 

I leaned back down and licked a thick pearly drop of cum off the head of his dick at the slit and milked a little more out with a quick deep throat and tight suck back up that pulled a little more cum out. 

Smiling, he said, “I shoot a big load, didn’t I?”

Bruce was finally spent and we were lying there sweaty and entangled, when he said, “Do you know what you are?” Then he answered his own question. “You’re a cocksucker.” 

When I tried denying it, Bruce leaned over me, grasped my face in his large left hand and said in kind of an assertive tone, “Look cocksucker, that’s what you are.  The decision is not yours to make. Whether you like it or not you’ll suck off and swallow the nut for sexually superior men the rest of your life. You have no choice, you were born to it.”

I felt dazed because his grasp was not kind, but meant to hold me in place while his eyes met mine. He went on. “You’re a cocksucker, feel pride in that. Cocksucking is what a mouth like yours was evolved to do best, suck superior male’s dicks and swallow their cum.  And you’re more than just a cocksucker; you’re an ass licker, an ass rimmer. 

“Remember tongue fucking my ass-hole and then thanked me afterward for allowing you that privilege? You were so excited that you ate your own cum when I jacked you off.”

He went on. “There is nothing you do that will ever be more important than servicing superior cock and balls, nothing.  Not being a husband, father, a friend, employee, nothing matters except a cock down your throat…got that? 

His friend walked in the door (apparently the door to get into the place was in this bedroom). I was in a post-sex haze, and didn’t make a sudden move to cover myself with the sheet. The guy who came in gave a quick “Oops,” and started backing out the door. 

But Bruce jumped up and said, “Don’t leave. This guy’s got a present for you.”

To me he said, “Remember, take pride in what you are.”

I was embarrassed when I took his friend’s cock in my mouth and started sucking it. But what could I do…I’m a cocksucker?

I never told Kevin what happened. Instead I bought the drinks the next night.

The end…

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It’s after the game and after he’s showered. I’ve turned in the stats for the official record and the team has showered and bustled off in shouts of bravado and victory to the favorite “we’ve won” watering hole. It’s just him, staying behind now. Waiting for me. Knowing that I’d be there. Having told me that I’d be there.

I’ve asked him to put on the tight pants again–but just them. No padding or cup. And I stop him from lacing up the crotch. The silky material is so tight over his ebony body that the material is spread there and his black, kinky pubic hair bushes out of the opening. He’s so big and tall that my head comes up only as far as his chest, which suits us both as I move into him and press my lips over one of his nipples, the aureole of which is so big that I have to open my mouth wide to get my lips over it. He growls deep inside him as I suck his nipple, and he grabs my chest with his large, rough hands on each side, his thumbs latching onto my nipples and rubbing them hard.

My lips follow the trail of black hair down the deep crease bisecting his heavily muscled torso, and my tongue slicks down the pubic hair in the V-ing of his tight, silky leggings as my hands move around to cup his bulging, tight-muscled butt cheeks. The material is so thin and tight that it might as well not be there at all.

My tongue traces the line of his cock through the material, and I moan at the length and thickness of the tool–already half hard for me. My hands travel down the deep curve of his thighs. He’s told me how he’s going to fuck me, and I only now believe that he has the leg muscles to manage it. I shudder at the anticipation of what he’s going to do to me. When he’d come over to me at the score table during the game and whispered in my ear what he was going to do, I was lost to him. I didn’t believe him, but just the thought of it had me ejaculating in my pants as he laid a heavy paw on my shoulder and squeezed. I had teased him for weeks–put him off when he’d told me he’d wanted me and then let me know that he knew I’d want it too because he’d seen me on the massage table with the quarterback. He told me that, since I’d made him wait, I would get it rough and hard. When he left me my hands were trembling so badly that I could hardly put the stats in the right columns. I’d watched him walk away, my eyes going to the bulge of his buttocks and thigh muscles in the tight material of his leggings. And I melted.

I used my lips and tongue to work his cock by its root out of the V in his leggings. It seemed to take forever. I despaired of reaching the end, but when I did, I gasped at the size of the bulb. I opened my lips wide to pull it in, and it seemed to fill my mouth cavity. I managed to pull my tongue back to where I could press its tip into the slit in his cap.

I heard another growl from deep inside him, and he took my head in his hands and began to press in and then back. With each stroke he was reaching farther and farther back in my throat. I unhinged my jaw as best I could and grabbed hard on his curved thigh muscles for leverage and stability as, gagging and eyes watering, I gave up all control to him. My tease was over.

If he delivered on his promise, my maneuvering had paid out. The quarterback gave a nice, quick, athletic fuck. But I wanted it hard, rough, taxing, complete. This black monster god was the cruelest player on the team. I wanted to feel the fuck, to know that I had been totally taken.

From this point, I was his to do what he would with me. He had told me what he was going to do. He didn’t make me wait.

His hands went under my arms, and he was lifting me with strong hands. I no longer had any doubt he could do what he said he’d do.

From that point, the contribution I made was to hook my knees on his hips, help guide the head of his cock to my hole, gasp as the gigantic bulb on his cock accomplished the miracle of opening the way past my sphincter to come to rest on my prostate and throb there, while he lowered his face to mine, the tips of his dreadlocks tickling my shoulders, and held my lips to his as he held there–teasing me with the false hope that he would give me a chance to adjust to him.

But there was no adjusting to a monster cock such as his, and as it started to move deeper inside me, I jerked my mouth from his and arched my back and screamed my scream of total invasion and possession. This was what I wanted. This was fucking. He laughed and pushed my torso down with his hands still on my sides, going with my first, involuntary arch away from him, rather than gathering me in again. I wrapped my legs around his waist, resting my calves on the shelf of his bulbous buttocks, rubbing against the silky pants he still wore.

I grabbed for his ankles with my fists as his hands went to my waist, pulling me up into his crotch, pulling my channel onto his long, thick cock. I was sobbing and blubbering, never having been so deeply possessed, penetrated, stretched before.

He was standing on those strong, muscled legs of his, bearing my full weight. And with the strength of his arm muscles and strong hands, he began to raise and lower me on his cock, pumping me slow and shallow and then–even as I was begging for the fuck–deeper and faster and then like a piston, deep, hard, fast, as I whimpered and moaned and groaned and cried out for him–and he strode slowly around the locker room now without missing a stroke . . . he did exactly what he said he was going to do with me.

And even as he was doing it, he was telling me how I was going to get it next time.

I was totally exhausted when he was done–when I felt him twitch and shudder and the warmth of his jism spreading deep inside me. But I was totally satiated too. This was what I wanted. This was good. I could savor this for some time to come. The quarterback would be weak vanilla after this.

He lowered my body to the cold, tiled locker room floor and stood over me, panting. I felt the tug of victory. He was panting for me. He had been exerted too. I had power over him too. We’d go back to the tease. He’d sniff after me and I’d shake my bottom and swirl away from him, making him beg for it. Showing that control wasn’t all his. I wouldn’t tell him how much I wanted it again.

Not now, of course. Now I was satisfied, exhausted.

I didn’t hear him at first. The pounding in my ears hadn’t subsided. I was still breathing heavily, my mouth hanging open, trying to gasp in great gulps of air.

“I said get up and run for it,” he growled.

“What?” I squeaked breathlessly. Not comprehending. He’d said he was going to take me next like a hunted jungle animal. But we’d done it now for tonight. Surely he couldn’t mean . . .

“Run, or I’ll spike you right here on the hard floor.”

He had a hand under my belly and the other fisted in my hair, and he was pulling me up off the floor.

I could barely stand, my knees were so wobbly. I turned and looked at him, still in his steel-blue football leggings. His cock and balls hanging out the front. His monster cock hard as a rock.

I moaned and swiveled away from him.

“Run, fuckin’ run!” he commanded.

A stinging swat on the butt sent me reeling across the room and stumbling for the door to the corridor.

I made it only as far as the doorway to the massage room before I felt the strong, calloused hands on my waist, spinning me into the room.

I was facing the massage table. The same table where the quarterback had fucked me two nights previously, me stretched out on the table on my belly, him doing all of the work. Doing pushups on my back, leveraging off hands pushing into the table next to my biceps, his long, thin cock jacking up and down inside me in a cadence just like he would call out in formation. Impersonal, almost clinical. No talk at all, just grunts and groans. Getting his rocks off to help him play better, to release the tension. Me giving my ass up for the team. Not even a thank-you after he’d shot off. Just climbing down off the table and trotting off to the showers. Asking me questions about his stats as he was suiting up, with no mention whatsoever of what we’d been doing twenty minutes before.

Nothing impersonal about this black monster. He growled like an animal; he fucked like an animal. He sweated and dug and talked dirty to me. And told me what he was going to do to me–and did it.

He pushed me up against the edge of the massage table, the edge cutting into my lower belly. I cried out at the sharp pain, and he laughed. Standing close behind me, he bent my torso over the surface of the table by pressing down on my back with his heaving chest. He hooked his chin on one of my shoulders and his dreadlocks hung down over my shoulders and onto my chest.

With one hand cupping my belly, his other hand went to my buttocks, spreading the cheeks, the fingers going to my hole.

“Spread like you’ve never been spread before,” he whispered in my ear in a deep, gravelly voice.

I whimpered, knowing he would do what he told me he would do and then I cried out in anguish as the fingers invaded me, spreading, probing, turning, then churning.

I spread my arms wide and planted my fists on the edge of the massage table, wide, to hold steady. I widened the stance of my legs to open as much as I could. I was up on my toes, but the strength of the plunging of his fingers–I don’t know how many, but surely at least three inside me, all long and plump and hard-calloused, was raising me off my feet in rhythm.

His cock was entering me between the fingers, which slowly extracted the deeper he buried himself in me. Then the fingers of his hand were fisted in my hair and he was arching my back toward him. And thrusting up and up and up. Faster and harder. The silky material on his thighs were chaffing the backs of my thighs and making a rustling sound that was harmonizing with my whimpers and groans and his grunts and mutterings of “Fuck you, fuck you hard,” “Fuckin’ feel that, dontcha?” “Sweet white boy ass,” and “Who’s the boss; who’s yer daddy?” He didn’t wait for answers, but neither of us questioned who the boss was.

He stopped, breathing hard, and leaned into me. “You want it to stop?” he murmured in my ear.

“No, oh god, no,” I moaned in reply.

I felt him come again deep inside me. I’d already done so three times over the eternity of the two fucks and my balls ached from the milkings.

His hand released my head and went to the root of his cock, which was still hard inside me. He rotated the tool inside me, and I moaned my pleasure, yipping breathy little “yes, yes, yes,” encouragements. I felt his hot breath at my ear again. And then he told me what he was going to do to me next. And I groaned and my eyes filled with tears.

“You want it?” he growled.

I groaned and my eyes filled with tears. “Yes, oh god, yes.”

“Yes, what? When? Where?”

“Yes, Daddy. Anytime, anywhere.”

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Jack was an 18 year old high school senior on the varsity swim team. He was also a devout Christian, engaged to his beautiful fiance Katie whom he was planning to marry after they both graduated. Jack had never had sexual relations with anyone, not even so much as masturbating as he felt it was a sin to do so. Standing at about 6’2, 175.. curly black hair, chiseled body, and wearing his tight speedos, Kevin watched him enter the locker room getting ready to hit the showers. Kevin is also a senior and happened to have a basketball class the same period as him. It was the last class of the day and both of them were usually the last two left. He’d noticed Jack from time to time, fantasizing about how great it would be to see his cock as he’d only ever seen him in his speedos, but had a good feeling he was well hung as it was a very sizeable looking package. The two casually talked from time to time, he mentioned Katie to him on a few occasions.. beautiful blonde girl, blue eyes, model type for sure. Jack also had mentioned to him that he was strong into his beliefs and was not going to give up his virginity until their wedding night. He was looking forward to their wedding in July. Kevin couldn’t believe that anyone could repress their sexual urges for so long, I mean it seemed a bit unnatural to him, but whatever.. all he could think about was finally getting to see his gorgeous rod one of these days, even if by accident. He was a bit shy to follow him into the showers, he was a bit shy being naked around the other guys because he just didn’t feel that comfortable with showing off his body along with the well toned, fit swimmers. It’s not like they’d care, but he was self conscious. Kevin was not really fit, but he wasn’t obese either..  let’s just say he had about an average sized body, 5’10.. about 190, slightly curvy with a nice round shapely bottom. He was also a bit of a perv, addicted to online porn and owned a couple sex toys. No one knew Kevin was bi, keeping it a secret from everyone. He was a keep to himself kind of guy so it’s not like he had many to tell either way.

As the school year was drawing to a close, Kevin thought he would do something a bit pro active to get Jack to ‘reveal himself’. You see, his dad is a doctor, so he had gotten access to a Neuromuscular-blocking drug that would temporarily paralyze his muscles. He figured to mix it into Jack’s orange juice that he had in his locker, along with some Viagra to get him ready for the occasion so to speak. 

After swimming practice was over, and Kevin finished up with basketball, they met up in the locker room as they almost always do.

“Hey Kevin, what’s up?”

“Not much, just excited that school is almost over.”

“Yeah I hear ya, I’m looking forward to graduating and then marrying Katie soon after.

What are your plans?”

“I’m going to look for a job this summer, parents want me to get out of the house more.. “

“Oh yeah? That’s great! It’ll be good for you, maybe you’ll get to meet some cool people before you start college. Well I better hit the showers, see you tomorrow!”

and with that Jack headed over, turned the shower on and he got undressed. 

Kevin went for Jack’s locker and drugged the OJ. It would only be a matter of time now. He decided to wait it out a bit, hiding in the other row of lockers waiting for Jack to get back. 

Several minutes later, he heard the showers turn off and then heard Jack head back for his locker. Jack had put on a different pair of speedos as he was planning to go for another swim soon after he got home. He went for his OJ, downed it, and went to finish packing his things when he felt a very odd tingling sensation.. he was starting to feel hot all over, sweat coming out of his pores, and he let out a gasp..  that’s when Kevin knew it was time.

“I forgot something in my locker…  Jack, are you alright?”

Jack looked at him, wide eyed and a bit scared..  “I don’t .. know..  what’s hap..pening..  to me.”

Kevin rushed over, helped him up and put him up against the locker. He noticed the bulge in his speedos had gotten much larger. 

“Do you need me to call a doctor?”

“Yes… please.”

Kevin looked down at Jack’s crotch.. and just stared in amazement.

“Wow.. looks like you’re a bit excited. My dad is a doctor, let me check this out.. “

Kevin got down to his knees, with his face directly in front of Jack’s throbbing bulge. Those sparkling blue speedos needed to come off.

“Maybe you need to let this out…”

and with that he pulled Jack’s speedos down and out came this gigantic, beautiful specimen of his man-hood. It had to have been about 9.. 10 inches maybe, perfectly shaped, cut.. big mushroom head, low dangling set of balls…  shaved of course as he’s a swimmer.

Kevin was in shock, but not as much as Jack of course.

“Ke..vin.. what are you.. doing??”

“I had to see this for myself. It looks amazing.”

Kevin continued to stare in glorious wonderment, and then took his right hand and slowly stroked it up and down and with his left hand, caressed those swollen low hangers.

“Yes.. this is quite nice. So now you can finally know how good masturbation feels, although at the hands of another..  and a man at that.”

Jack was in utter disbelief, he had no idea that Kevin would ever do something like this.. his virgin penis, fully erect. This was meant for only one girl, and now this.. the unthinkable has happened. He couldn’t control it, or anything really as he was paralyzed all over.. his cock was in Kevin’s hand and he couldn’t do a thing about it.

“Oh what’s this? Pre-cum.. oh that’s good. The first time it’s ever come out of this cock huh? If what you say about you never masturbating is true that is..  hm, I think I’d like to taste it.” 

Kevin stuck the tip of his tongue out and lapped away at Jack’s virgin pre-cum. How sweet it was, as Jack loves to eat his fair share of fruits. He couldn’t wait to get more out of this cock. He next wrapped his lips around the head as Jack let out a soft grunt of approval.

Kevin’s tongue twirled around the head, Jack couldn’t believe the sensation. He had to close his eyes, this was all a nightmare…  or was it?

Kevin took the head out of his mouth, a bit of pre-cum/saliva mix dripping from his lips. He had to go for those balls..  at first he licked them, so smooth.. so warm, then put the left lower hanging testicle into his mouth, humming on it.

“….ughh……….” Jack grunted as his eyes rolled up a bit.

“Mmm… you secretly like this don’t you Jack? Oh yes…  so much sperm swimming in these testicles of yours, never seen the light of day.. poor guys. Today, they will finally be released.”

Kevin continued on Jack’s left nut, while stroking away at the cock. Jack, still with his eyes closed, felt an unnatural delight from all of this. This can’t be right can it? Why does an evil act feel so good?

Next came Kevin’s long tongue going up the shaft ever so slowly, all the way to the tip, where a lot more pre-cum was waiting for him. More sweet seed for him to ingest, even though only trace amounts of semen are actually in the pre-cum, for Kevin, he was the first to have Jack’s precious seed and it was delicious. If only Katie could see this.

As tempting as it was to have Jack finish down his throat, he had a more ‘devilish’ plan instead. Kevin went for the lube in his backpack. He unscrewed the cap and rubbed it all over Jack’s cock.

“Wha… are you going.. to do??”

“Well you see, I really think it’d be just grand if the first hole your lovely virgin cock enters… is my anus.”

Jack all of a sudden had a mortified look on his face.

“Nnnnoooo…. pleassee….    Ka..tie”

“Oh I know, you were saving this for Katie, but I can’t help myself. I want this cock for my own.”

Kevin pulled down his shorts and boxers, his stiff rod pointed out. He wasn’t anywhere near as big as Jack, but that didn’t matter now. He turned around, showing that big round ass of his.. Jack looked and couldn’t believe this was going to happen. Kevin lubed up his anus, he knew this was going to be a bit painful. Pleasurable, but painful. He had only ever stuck his much smaller vibrators up that hole and now was the real test. Kevin had been fantasizing about this all year and now it was finally going to happen. He positioned his anus right to the tip of Jack’s cock.

“Pleeeease… Kevin… this isn’t supposed to happen… it’s unnatural. God does not approve.. of these things.”

“He may not approve, but it looks like your cock does.” Kevin retorted.

Kevin’s anus was about to brace for impact as he pushed down on the cock, slowly but surely the tip went in.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh… it hurts, but it hurts so good.” as Kevin winced a bit.

Jack let out another grunt. His cock has been violated, but yet it’s violating at the same time. This feeling was intense. Deep down, he’s starting to get some dark, twisted pleasure in this, but he wasn’t yet ready to admit it. His cock was going in deeper and deeper into this young man’s ass. He knows gay sex is evil, but why do these pleasureful sensations torture him? He doesn’t know how long he can hold this in.

“Oh yes Jack, fill me up with that long, beautiful cock of yours.”

Jack couldn’t help but cross his eyes from the feeling, his cock was in all the way.. it was so warm, so moist, so.. good.

“Why Kevin? Why…?”

“Because I’m just helping you see things from a different perspective..  and I selfishly wanted your cock all for myself. Fuck that bitch Katie, your once virgin cock belongs to me.”

In and out went Kevin, first slowly and then picking up the speed a bit. Jack’s low hanging testes started slapping up and down as well.

“I …don’t know..  how much longer I can take this Kevin. It feels…  so good.”

Little by little Jack had regained some feeling in his muscles. He put his hands on Kevin’s ass and began to take control.

“Ohh.. Jack, you’re finally seeing it my way aren’t you? Do me Jack, do me hard in my tight ass!”

Jack began going with the motion, moving his hips and taking control. So this is how good sex is? It’s not sex with a woman, but it’s sex nonetheless. He knew he would forever be perverted by Kevin’s evil fantasy.

“Ughhhh… I think I’m about to release it…  this feeling, too much…”

“Yes Jack, let it out.. let it all out! Your sperm will finally get it’s release. Not in Katie’s pussy, but in another man’s ass. My ass. Mmm……”

Kevin, now using his left arm reached out for Jack’s scrotum. He gave those lovely testes a good soft rubbing and then wrapped his hand softly over his sac, gently squeezing it so that it looked like he was holding a bag full of coins.

Jack enjoyed this feeling, and finally..

“Ughhhhh.. it’s coming. I’m…. cumming!”

Streams and streams of fresh virgin semen shot out, deep into Kevin’s anal tract. So much warm, gooey man seed, once intended to maybe give Katie a baby, now swimming up another man’s anus. Jack let it all out for what seemed to be a full minute, maybe longer.

“Oh my god Jack, I can feel it.. I can feel all of it going all the way up my gut.. it’s so warm. Uhhh..  time for me to let go too.”

“No, wait!” Jack yelled out.

Jack finally pulled out of that ass, his cock no longer virgin, covered in his goo and Kevin’s anal juices. Drips and drips of Jack’s seed came out of his ass, and landed all over the bench. Kevin got up, turned around to face him, wondering what’s going on. Then he saw Jack get down on his knees in front of his cock.

“I want to do this.”

Jack put Kevin’s throbbing cock into his mouth, the sensation was incredible. Kevin was almost as shocked as Jack was when his cock entered his mouth.

“Whoa.. Jack, ohh.. yeah, I like this.”

Jack furiously went up and down on that fully erect meat pole of Kevin’s, that twisted perverted cock of his was all the reason for what’s just happened. It was as if Jack’s mouth and tongue had a mind of their own.

“Oh yeah Jack… keep working it, soon you’ll have my seed down your throat. Mmmmm…yeah.”

Jack couldn’t believe he was doing this, but again it felt so good. He took the cock out of his mouth and began sucking on Kevin’s warm, furry sack. He was basically doing to Kevin what Kevin did to him, almost like a sexual revenge of sorts.

“Oooooo… I’m about to cum now Jack, get ready..  open your mouth and let me shoot it in.”

Jack obeyed, and with that Kevin shot out thick, syrupy ropes of his semen. He glazed Jack’s tongue with his creamy white spunk. 

“Hmm… you better swallow it quick Jack, my cum isn’t as tasty as yours. Go on, down the hatch.”

Again he obeyed, Kevin’s bittersweet, salty semen went down his throat, every warm drop.

“I swallowed sperm…  I can’t believe I swallowed another man’s sperm. But… I liked it.”

“I’m glad you liked it.”

With that, Jack and Kevin both got up, cleaned themselves up a bit and got dressed. Deep down Jack might have liked it, but at the same time he felt disgusted. It was a raging war within him. 

They both went their separate ways, but Jack will never forget what happened in that locker room that fateful day. Maybe he would have another ‘adventure’ down the line. For now he was betrothed to Katie. He would never tell her this dark, twisted secret, she wouldn’t understand. For now, he would hide it. As for Kevin, he’s glad to have finally gotten to live out his fantasy and more. 

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Mr. Dillos is in his twenties, 5 11 and toned, and has a really gorgeous face. Mr. Geckwahl is in his early thirties, 5 10, somewhat toned, and a decent face.

This story all started one day after school when i walked into my english teachers room looking for my notebook. My math teachers name is Mr. Geckwall, andmy english teachers name was Mr. Dillos, and i had been in love with their bodies for a few years. i look over to his desk and i saw him with my mathteacher. they both had their cocks out and were jerking each other off all while kissing. they notice me and stop immediately. i say sorry and that i wontsay a word, and they say “we know you wont”. they both get up and my english teacher blocks the entrance to the door while the math teacher walks up to meand gropes my ass in one large hand. Mr. dillos locks the door and draws the shade down and shuts the light off. mr. geckwall drops to his knees, pulls mypants down and looks at my cock. now im only average at about 5 or six inches long and 1 and a half thick. im about 5 10 and mr. geckwall almost gets hitin the nose by my cock. he starts to jerk me off and then mr. dillos starts rimming my ass and shoving his tongue in and out of my tight virgin hole. mr.geckwall starts to suck my rock hard cock. and then mr. dillos lines his cock up with my hole and slowly starts entering my ass. i feel an intense burningpain when he initially enters and he slows down until the pain begins to subside, and then he slowly beigins fucking me. while he was doing that mr. geckwall began to stick his cock in my mouth and i was swirling my tongue around the head and then jabbed lightly with it into the piss slit and he lets out a low moan. he grabs my head and starts to face fuck me, all while mr. dillos is starting to fuck me harder and harder. i start to get harder and harder knowingim close i start telling them to move faster and fuck me harder. i blow my load all over mr. geckwalls legs and he starts shooting his load. his thick creamycum was shooting out quite quickly and seemed to never end. i mean i love cum, but damn. this was a lot of hot steamy jizz. he finally starts shootingslower and bucking less, after 10 ropes of cum and i swallow finally after savoring the sweet taste of his cum. mr. dillos pulls out of my asshole and movesto my face and starts face fucking me after mr. geckall was done and before long was shooting 13 long thick streams of cum into my mouth and 3 on my face.i suck his cock till it was clean and do the same for mr. geckwall and then they wipe the cum off of my face with my underwear. we all get dressed and say our thank yous and goodbyes, and we all leave silently.

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The rain began softly and I didn’t notice it until it was a full on shower. The La Salle Hotel was only a few steps away so I darted into the building before I got too wet. The interior of the lobby was like nothing I would expect; the outside of the hotel was aged in a rustic way but the lobby was updated to scream modern. The furniture had sharp edges and was simplistic in its styling and colors. I stood by one of the large windows overlooking the street outside. The sight of people rushing to their cars or nearby shops distracted me from the guy sitting just to my right on a lounge sofa. 

The guy seemed about my age if not younger and wasn’t dressed like someone who would casually lounge at this hotel but then again neither was I. My brown hair looked shaggy because of the rain but my curls were never easy to manage. My skinny jeans and Strokes shirt stood out in a hotel like this. The guy peered up from his phone and looked directly at me. He smiled with a half grin and I was stunned in place.

He spoke first, “You’re pretty wet…” He let his voice trail off.

With anyone else I would have given a sarcastic comment but I couldn’t muster the confidence. Instead I spoke slowly, “Yes…it’s raining.” I laughed while shaking off my coat. His smile grew just a bit larger. “Do you mind if I sit with you? At least until the rain let’s up.”

His reserved demeanor melted away and I saw excitement in him, “Yeah, sure go ahead.” He sat up straight and gestured to the cushion next to him. His smile became more relaxed as he turned his body to me. 

I started to brush off my pants of leftover water when the guy spoke, “So… hi, I’m Simon.” He didn’t extend his hand to shake but he did look into my eyes. I was stunned again.

I finally spoke, “I’m James.” We both sat there like fools smiling at each other for what seemed like forever. Then the conversation began and he told me his reasons for sitting in a hotel lobby. I told him how my plans got cancelled and ended up walking alone. He spoke of the article he was reading that had nothing to do with his work like it was the most interesting thing in the world. I told him about my favorite music but I don’t think he quite understood dedication to one artist. We shot our opinions back and forth of topics that didn’t matter in the long run. A few times we sat in silence, annoyed by the other. Eventually the annoyance would melt and I would need to hear his voice like my life depended on it. The rain outside never let up.

There was a lull in the conversation and I didn’t know what to say. 

Simon spoke, “I should be getting back to my room.”

My eyebrow raised and then I realized that he would be leaving. I debated my options. To stay here in this odd lobby or to go with Simon. I preferred the former out of instinct but there was something here. It was that spark books and movies speak of; an immediate attraction that had to be acted on. 

I looked Simon in the eyes again, “You’re right, it’s pretty late. Yeah, I should find something to do.”

That was when the dynamic changed, Simon put his hand on mine. A simple movement, just a stretch of the hand to close the gap we’ve been teetering on for the past hour. It made his next words come out in that rose hazed filter you get when falling in love, “You can come up with me, if you’d like.”

“I would.” I said, just above a whisper.

Simon stood by the window of the hotel room overlooking the empty streets outside. He stood like someone who was trying. Like someone who needed others to know he had it together but when he turned to face me his stance changed. He was more relaxed. We smiled at each other and I floated across the room to see out the window.

I spoke first as we looked together, “Ahh, Bryan. It’s a nice little town don’t you think?”

“Yeah. I like it. I mean I’d like to be somewhere on the east coast.”

“Like where?” I asked.

Simon thought about it for a moment and then smiled the biggest I’ve seen, “New York.”

“Really?” I asked. He shook his head in content with his answer. “Hmm…I could get with the west coast but I’d prefer something more…hipster.” Simon laughed out of nowhere. I shoved his shoulder playfully, “What?”

“Nothing, nothing it’s just that was a perfect way to describe Boston.”

“Yeah Boston! I would love to live there… even if for just awhile. Wait, have you been there?”

“No but my parents have visited a lot. I’ve seen pictures and stuff.” Simon looked at me when he spoke again, “I could live there but only if with you. After school obviously, we’re way too young to be thinking about that.” He laughed and I turned from the window. My hand grazed his bicep. I could feel his eyes follow me as I walked across the room to the bed. He looked at me and I grinned back. I stretched my arm and motioned with my hand for him to join me on the bed. He came and sat next to me with his arm finding its natural place around me. We sat for a while just floating from topic to topic with ease. Eventually Simon got us drinks and we started with small glasses to passing the bottle of champagne back and forth.

The room was no longer quiet but filled with our drunk laughter. I would fall into him in my laughing fits; the smell of his skin was intoxicating but I withheld my urge to act on that spark that wanted to start again.

We were a bottle and a half in of champagne when we ended up face to face laying in the bed. The sky blue sheets were soft but they had nothing on his eyes. His brown eyes were staring into mine and I laughed at how his legs kept touching mine. 

“What’ssofunny?” Simon said all in one word.

“Nothing.” I said back. I pressed my lips together and slightly smiled at this beautiful man. He raised his hand to my face and wiped his thumb just under my eye; caressing my cheek in the lightest way.

“I want to kiss you.” Simon said to me.

“Then why aren’t you kissing me?” I asked

“Because I don’t want to lose this.”

“What is this?” I pressed on.

“I don’t know.” Simon said and for a minute I was sure the moment was over. But then he closed the gap between us; what a small and stupid gap. His lips pressed against mine and I felt nothing but also saw the heavens; this was the spark that would ignite us. He was going to start it and I braced myself for this burning. Does that make me a crazy man? To know something is about to completely destroy me but not move out its way? I am literally welcoming what I know will take me down.

 The kiss lasted for a few seconds and then Simon pulled away slowly. His lips were practically touching mine and I felt a new kind of drunk. The type that comes from physical contact. The type of drunk you only come down from when you have more. And so we had more. I wanted all of him. I think Simon picked up on the change of gears and his body reacted with mine. Our hands were moving quickly and our breaths were shallow. The room was no longer filled with our laughter but with the sounds of our moans and I was embodying pure ecstasy.

“Tell me about your family, Simon.” I said, barely above a whisper. My head was on Simon’s chest and he was fiddling with the blanket we were both covered by. The room was silent. The question lingered in the air for a moment and I thought Simon was going to answer but he never did.

I pushed my hands off his body to sit up straight and look him in the eyes, “Simon? Are you going to answer?” I stared into his eyes but he was watching the wall.

He sighed and looked at me, “What do you wanna know?”

My eyes lit up, “Everything.”

“Well…I mean. There’s not much to tell. It’s a big family but we’re not close.”

“Why not?”

Simon shrugged, “We’re all different. That’s just how we were raised. My parents work a lot. Really, all of those describe why.” I scrunched my face like I had smelt something bad. I looked Simon in the eyes, pleading for him to go on. Simon quickly spun the moment to his favor, “That doesn’t matter though because I’ve got you,” he placed his hand on my cheek, “and I love you.” Simon kissed me before I could react.

He pulled away and held my face so close to his, “I love you too.” I whispered to Simon but I felt something between us. Something he wasn’t sharing. It was plain on my face because Simon pulled away. When I didn’t react to him moving his mood changed.

“What’s wrong James?” Simon asked.

“Nothing.” I said.

“James.” He drew out the middle of my name pushing me to talk.

“It’s just… I don’t know. I just.” I sighed loudly and turned away from him. The early morning sun was breaking through the window; it was the end of a twilight I wished I could go back to.

Simon edged his way back to me, “James, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” 

I rolled my eyes, “What? What are you sorry for?”

“I don’t know. I just…” Simon put his arms around me and put his head on my shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t even know what you’re sorry for.” I pushed Simon away from me. His face showed his pain and I could see the tears behind his eyes. “That’s it. That’s always been the problem. You don’t know what you’re doing and when you apologize it’s just empty.”

“What do you want me to do, James? I’m trying here.”

“I don’t think you are.”

“I agreed to this didn’t I? I’m here in this hotel trying to start over aren’t I? I am trying!”

“Don’t fucking yell at me!” I got up from the bed and moved to the other side of the room. The fading blue light making it easier to see the room. To see what all this for what it really is. 

Simon got up and moved slightly closer, “Don’t curse James, it makes you seem lazy.”

“It’s not me being lazy! It’s me showing how fucking mad I am at you. It shows how it seems like everything I do makes you ashamed to even be around me.”

“Where did that come from?”

“Don’t act like there aren’t things you don’t like about me, which is fine in a relationship. Except you’re ashamed of them, of me. You don’t like the way I dress. You would kill for me to be in dress pants and fuzzy sweaters like you.”

“You don’t like my clothes?”

“Yes, babe I like your clothes. It’s not about that. It’s about you being ashamed of me. You’re supposed to like me for me. Not for what you can make me into.” Simon sighed and I continued, “Admit it, you don’t want this!” I threw my hands up and gestured to myself.

Simon walked over to me and tried to hold me, I pulled away. “James… okay. Yes, you’re not my usual type. I don’t think if someone described you to me without any names, I wouldn’t want to be around them or even attracted to them. But I know you and knowing everything about you now I can make that exception to be with you. And I am trying James. I agreed to this ‘do over’. I agreed to come to this hotel and pretend to never know you. To see if we could get that feeling back but now look at us. Back at the fighting. We were broken up but I didn’t want to let you go. I…I don’t know. Just, I am trying…”

“That’s not romantic Simon! You’re just saying you don’t like anything about me… but that you’re….” I trailed off for a minute. Trying to catch where I was going with my thoughts. “You’re just attached to me. We’re just used to each other.” I turned back to Simon and he was crying. “Why are you crying?” I asked him in an annoyed tone.

“This is it, isn’t it? You’re going to break up with me” He let out a hard sigh and I saw the fight leave him.

I held my breath and pulled the moment out longer than it needed to go. “I don’t know, Simon. I want this to work. I want to fix us.”

Simon changed again. He wasn’t crying now. Simon spoke with a clear voice and dry eyes, “We shouldn’t have to work so hard. We shouldn’t have to try.”

“But that’s the thing! You’re not even putting in as much as I am. If you did… we wouldn’t be here.”

“That’s not good, James. I think… for this to work we would just have to give up more than we should. I just don’t think we should have to try so hard… I get that relationships need work but look at what it’s doing to us. If this is our love then I don’t think I want it.”

It was me breaking this time. It was my tears beginning to fall and I didn’t know how to stop them. I reached for Simon but he pulled away. We were breaking and not just dropped from the table I need super glue breaking. We were crashing into each other destroying everything breaking. Simon kept his distance from me and we both knew the end was coming but all I wanted was for him to take responsibility. All I wanted was for him to hold me again. To tell me that we can fix this and that he still loved me.

I broke the silence, “Simon… what are we going to do?”

“I just don’t think we’re going to work…”

“Just like that? After everything, after doing all of this? After coming here and trying to start over you just want to end it?”

“I thought our differences would be exciting in a relationship, I thought you were what I wanted but I don’t know what else to do anymore, James.” Simon put his head down in defeat and I walked closer to him. He didn’t move this time.

Everything swelled up, all the time and effort I put into this boy. The love I gave. I let him into my world with no restraints while he made me stand at his doorway. I pushed my hands on Simon’s chest in anger making him stumble back, “Then do it!” I pushed him again, “Break up with me! Be a man and just do it!” We were both crying.

Simon spoke softly, “I’m sorry James.” I stared into his eyes once more, no longer melting but burning. This was the spark being lit. This was the burning that I wanted to start just a few days ago. Only at that time I thought we would rage on but our flame was flickering out. “We’re over.” Simon turned his face from me and started to look around for his things. 

I sat down on the chair facing the window as Simon left the hotel room. The sun had broken its way through the clouds and was warming my face. I expected more tears but my eyes were drying.