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  • Bare in the basement: A true spanking memoir

    Long ago, I took the train down to Providence to meet, sight unseen, a spanking Dad who lived in the suburbs. He picked me up in his Volvo, and he turned out be be very hot: about 50, 6′ 2″ tall, solid, with a football player’s build, a mustache, balding, hairy, dressed in a brown leather jacket and blue jeans. When I slid into his car and fastened my seat belt, he said, “Are you comfortable?” and I said, “Yeah.” “Good,” he said, “because you’ll be sore on the way back. You’ll have a sore bottom.”

    I swallowed and nodded. He lit a cigarette. “Have you been a bad boy?” he asked. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, what?” “Yes, sir.”

    When we got his house, he offered me a glass of ginger ale, which I drank slowly. My mouth was dry, I was nervous, and I kept chattering on about my train ride. Eventually, Dad stood and sternly said, “Let’s go.”

    “Go where?” I said.

    “Down cellar. For your spanking,” he told me. “Don’t question me.”

    He strode to my side and pulled me by my ear. “Come on, young man.” Tugging my ear, he went clattering down the cellar stairs, pulling me along with him as my ear stretched and stung. I think my balls contracted when I saw how prepared he was as a Dad. He had set up a straight-backed chair, and, next to it, a table with a variety of instruments of punishment: a hairbrush; several paddles, with holes and without; a ping pong paddle; a razor strop; another belt…

    It was daylight, in winter, but his cellar had windows, so I was afraid someone from the neighborhood might look down in and see me getting a bare-bottom spanking. “Dad,” I said, and mentioned my concerns. He yanked at the curtains, but they wouldn’t fully close. “No one looks in these windows,” he said. “And it doesn’t matter. You’re being punished. If some man sees your bare bottom, that doesn’t bother me.”

    I felt very uneasy.

    He sat heavily in the chair and pulled me over his knee. He began swatting the seat of my corduroy pants. I kept slipping and he steadied me. “That’s a warm-up,” he said. He stood me up and unbuckled my belt and undid my fly and zipped it down. Then he lowered my pants. Then, to my shock, he immediately pulled down my briefs as well and bent me, bare, back over his knee. I thought he’d spank me on my briefs first.    

    “You’re getting a bare-bottom spanking,” he said, angrily.

    I was so embarrassed that Dad could see my crack this early in my spanking. All I could do was look at his huge shoes. Whack, whack, whack.

    “Stick your bottom in the air.”  

    “Yes, sir… Can you see my bottom, Dad?”

    “I certainly can. It’s bright red. But nowhere near red enough.”

    Squirming, kicking, and closing my eyes, I squeezed the legs of his chair and scratched at the rug as he spanked harder and harder and harder, and I got a licking with one instrument after the other. “Ow, Dad, ow! That hurts.”

    “It’s supposed to.”

    “Aaach! Not bare, Dad, not bare.” I was whimpering…

    Finally, Dad announced, “My hand hurts,” and said he was taking a break. I was sweaty and my bottom was numb, sandy-feeling. I squirmed to get up.  But Dad wouldn’t let me. He pinned me down with his hand on the back of my neck. “You’re staying right where you are. Bare and over my knee.”

    I heard Dad light a cigarette and smoke. He placed a heavy glass ashtray, cool as an ice cube, on my bare behind. He could have his smoke and see my crack right though his ashtray. “Dad’s enjoying his smoke,” he said.

    He stood me up. He felt my balls and boner. Gently, he unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it from my shoulders. Then he stood too and pulled off his own pants, briefs, and shirt, so that he was as naked as I was. He cupped his big hand around my bare bottom. “Upstairs. Time to rest.”

    He took me into his bedroom. “Lie down,” he said. I lay down on the bed on my belly, my red bare bottom in the air. Dad walked toward the bathroom, and, as I watched his muscular bare behind, he cut a loud fart, and I snickered. Then I heard him tinkling, a strong steady stream, drumming into the toilet.

    He crawled into bed and held me in his hairy embrace, his huge moist dong against my sore bare bum. Two bums and two cracks, bare-bottom time.

    Later, after fingering between my crack and nuzzling his face in my hair, he announced round two, and marched me back downstairs. He bent me, bare, over his knee, and adjusted my position. “You need to be taught to be respectful,” he said. “And not to snicker.” The chair he was spanking me in had a woven cane seat, so, now, I could see his bare behind, his dark hairy crack, through the cane.

    “I see your bare bottom Dad,” I said, “through the seat.”

    “I’ll spank your bare bottom,” he snapped and began walloping me harder than ever.

    “Ow, Dad, ow! Please, please!”

    He spanked and spanked.

    During the rest period, my bottom had become tender again and hurt more than ever, so I began kicking and squirming and fighting tears all over again…  

    “Does your bottom hurt?” Dad asked, in the car on the drive back to Providence. He was right: I wasn’t comfortable. For about three days.

    END

  • The Fence

    It had been there for generations, the old fence, its posts weathered rough and cracked with the fencing rusted and bent, as it made a line separating the Bradley’s from the Powell’s. There was a time it contained a herd of cattle on the Bradley side and a few horses on the Powell side. Now it only separated fields of cotton or wheat or soybeans. Or it did.

    Luke drove slowly along the narrow lane around his family’s field, one that ran along the fence. The truck bounced and rocked over the rough lane as he eased along. He was out checking the wheat, looking to see if blight had gotten into it but time and time again he found himself glancing over the fence at the unattended field of Mr. Bradley. He had been in his eighties still trying to farm until last January when Jerry, Luke’s dad found the old man lying in his back yard. He was gone and now everyone wondered what his family was going to do with the farm place.  Some had contacted the son to see about renting the land but were put off. It seemed the family was sitting on it even though the son and his two sisters had never wanted anything to do with the farm. Luke wondered if they were going to plant pine on the land. It had been done before to property none of the family wanted to continue farming but didn’t want to give up or loose the tax exempt status.

    The Bradley farm was 360 acres which included the house and barns next door and another 280 acres divided into two fields north of Oak Hill, the small community that anchored the region with the schools and two general stores. Luke considered how nice it would be if they could get the property but already knew they had all they could handle, farming over twelve hundred acres scattered around Oak Hill.  His older brother was in Montgomery working at a realty company and older sister was in college studying to be a pharmist.  That left him able to stay on the farm and work the land with his father. He finished high school last year and was still living at home for he was in no hurry to settle down on his own. He was content to save his money and wait. He  still drove the old truck he bought when he turned sixteen, a 1995 Chevy. It was a bit rough but still in good shape and he wasn’t concerned with driving it where ever he needed to go, even out in the middle of the field.

    Luke circled the field and satisfied it looked good he headed back to the house for lunch. Until it was time to harvest the wheat there wasn’t much to do except do maintenance on the equipment and keep the grass mowed.

    The following Sunday Luke helped his mother set the table in the formal dining room for his sister was home for the weekend. Lisa had to head back after lunch and Lynn, their mother, always made a large meal on Sunday. It was the day they relaxed, took their time and enjoyed sitting around the table talking.

    “Lisa bring out the salt and pepper” Luke called out toward the kitchen, then went over to the doorway to the den, “Dad…it’s ready?”

    They took their usual places and passed the dishes of meat and vegetalbles around the table. They talked quietly about college and how well Junior was doing in Montgomery.  Lynn relayed news of the family, about her two sisters and Jerry’s sister who lived in New Orleans and the latest news of the community till they fell into a moment of silence.

    “Any news on the Bradley place?” Luke asked.

    “Oh yeah, one of the grandchildren is suppose to be moving down to take it” Lynn replied.

    “One of Brenda’s sons I think” Jerry added.

    “Do you know what he will do with the place?” Luke asked.

    “Have no idea…farm it I guess. But I don’t know any of old man Bradley’s grandchildren since they only came on holidays so I have no idea if this grandson is interested in farming or what he’ll do with the place.”

    “I guess we’ll find out in a week or so for I hear that is when he is to move down” Lynn said, then she turned to Luke, “Luke, that girl, Tina, called again. Are you going out with her?”

    “No, I don’t think so. She’s alright I guess but I’m just not interested in her…I…” Luke replied stammering to a stop unsure how to say when he didn’t even know what he was feeling.

    “Oh I know, the right one will come along one day” Lynn interjected quickly.

    That night Luke played video games in his room, checked his savings account again then loaded up a movie. It was around ten when the movie ended and he was tired so he headed to the bathroom for a shower. He had to take them after a day in the field or working in the barn during the week so he got in the habit of taking one on Sunday night as well.

    He ran the water as cool as possible liking the way it made his skin feel, the tightness of it, smooth under his soapy hand and wash cloth. Invariably his cock grew partially erect as he soaped it up and ran his hand over it. He was tempted to masturbate but lately it seemed an empty gesture and the call from Tina seemed to reinforce this feeling. He liked her as a person but she just didn’t make him feel whatever it was he suppose to feel. His cock grew flaccid as his mind wandered and any sense of arousal replaced by this sense of frustration. It had gotten worse in the last few months and he didn’t know how to work around it.

    Towelled off he stood in front of the mirror looking at his reflection. His light brown hair stood out all messed up from the towel, blond highlights running all through it from exposure to the sun. His high cheek bones, angular jaw line around thin lips and blue eyes with thin arched eyebrows made up his familiar reflection, the face of someone who still had a boyish appearance, not quite a man. He even had a scattering of freckles over his nose and below his eyes. His beard did not fill out completely leaving him with a thin patchy pattern of growth around his chin and along his jaw till it stopped short of his hair line. He was nineteen, out of school and making his own money, but he still felt like a kid. Still felt separated from the notion of a settled down life, like the one his parents had. He brushed his teeth, slipped on a pair of boxers and headed to bed where he would lay awake staring out into the pitch black darkness, wondering about his life, his future and what it was going to take to be happy and content.

    ***

    Luke eased the combine across the field watching the header height as he went across areas with grade changes or terraces. The header pulled the wheat back, cut it off near the ground and worked it to the throat leading into the machine.  When the bin was full he rotated the unloader out which signaled his father to come out to him in the grain truck. They had started as early that morning and were making good headway.

    He adjusted the air conditioning trying to keep the glass cab comfortable while music played over the speakers behind his head. Everything kept him busy, his mind occupied, as he made round after round across the field.  He began to make rounds that came up to the fence along the Bradley property and the first few times everything looked as before, weeds and grass growing up in the field, just taller and thicker than before. But on one approach he saw dust flying up from the Bradley place, then the green tractor moving across the field pulling a disc.

    On each subsequent round Luke would look for the tractor, each time hoping they would come to the fence at the same time so he could see who was driving it.  Round after round he came to the edge of the field only to see the tractor driving away or off in the distance. It was noon, his father calling him to stop for lunch when he approached the fence again and this time he saw the tractor stopped.  It was parked less than forty feet from the fence. As he approached, slowing down to make the turn, he saw a guy at the back of the tractor messing with the hydraulic hoses. As Luke pulled to the end and began to turn the guy turned toward him and waved.

    After a brief hesitation Luke waved back. He didn’t know what he expected but the guy looked like a farmer, loose fitting jeans and a shirt with the sleeves removed revealing his muscular arms.  Dark hair stuck out around a yellow cap, still clean looking in the bright sun light. Luke turned and aligned up to cut the next section all the while glancing in his mirror over and over seeing the guy turn back to the tractor.

    Luke cut back across to where the grain truck was parked and pulled up next to it. He unloaded the partial bin, shut down the combine and climbed down. Jerry pulled up in his truck.

    “Hop in, your mother is getting ready to put lunch on the table” Jerry called from the driver’s seat.

    Luke climbed into the truck and looked out across the field at how much they had gotten cut.

    “Making good progress…no break downs or anything” Jerry said as if reading Luke’s mind.

    “Yeah” Luke said as his eyes moved to the horizon, over toward the fence where he could just make out the tractor.

    “What is happening at the Bradley place? I saw the dust rising up over there” Jerry said as he turned the truck around and headed to the house.

    “A guy is over there discing the field, or he was. I think he is having trouble with the hydraulic hoses on that old tractor of Mr. Bradley’s.”

    “Maybe we should ride over and see if he needs help after we have lunch.”

    “Should we invite him over for lunch” Luke blurted out then worried he seemed too eager to meet this guy.

    “Good idea. Hang on; I’m going to cut across the field” Jerry replied as he turned out into the field heading to the fence.

    The tractor hadn’t moved and Luke quickly saw the guy sitting on the ground in the shade of one of the few trees that grew along the fence.

    “He’s over there under the tree” Luke said pointing.

    “I see him.”

    When Jerry parked up close to the fence Luke hopped out and moved to it. The guy had stood up and was approaching them. Luke saw how tall he was, the muscular body, filled out so much more than his own. He looked a few years older with a full shadow of beard growth. Luke suddenly felt a little silly, an embarrassment at the way he had been looking at this guy. He looked down at the ground and when he saw the guy’s shadow fall in front of him he looked up into his face. Dark brown eyes with a slightly amused expression stared back at him.

    “I’m…Luke and that is dad…Jerry, in the truck. We were wondering…well we saw you over here…and wanted to know if you had lunch. Mom has lunch ready and…” Luke was stammering, suddenly tongue tied.

    “I’m David and I’d love lunch. I haven’t got a thing in granddad’s house to eat and was about to head over to Oak Hill and see what those general stores had”

    “Great…you want to climb over and ride in with us?”

    Jerry drove a little too fast for the rough lane along the fence and Luke kept feeling his arm or leg bump into David’s. Each contact had a weird stimulating feel to it making him struggle to keep still and avoid the contact. He couldn’t stop himself from glancing down at David’s arm, the fine dark hairs on his forearm, the way veins stood out along the arm and the ring he wore on his middle finger, a solid band of dark metal. He glanced over at the way David’s jeans were tight through the thighs showing muscular legs within. The ride seemed to take forever, but did not last near long enough.

    David told them he was a grandson and had moved into the house. He was going to start a farm growing things he could sell locally, not commody crops and was trying to get part of the field ready to do a late summer crop.

    “What is wrong with the tractor?” Jerry asked.

    “One of the hydraulic hoses is worn too much and keeps popping loose.”

    “How long is the hose?”

    “Gee…nearly eight or nine feet long. Goes all the way back to the cylinder that lifts the wheels on the disc.”

    “We may have one that fits in the barn. Let’s go eat lunch and we’ll look” Jerry replied.

    ***

    Luke had cleaned up and was helping Lynn set the table while Jerry checked the day’s price for wheat.  David came from the bathroom, cap off, face and lower arms washed and Luke found himself looking at him, quick glances or longer stares when David was speaking to him. He looked at the wavy dark hair, how the cap had made an impression around his head and made the lower areas curl outward. The dark skin of his arms and face and the way the shirt fit, tight across the shoulders and loose around the waist. And the sleeves being removed revealed David’s arms, the full muscular development of each, every move flexing the biceps and when David reached out to set his cap down on a side chair Luke saw the dark underarm hair, thick, damp and he felt his face flush as he looked away.

    Lunch was just as tough for Luke, listening to David talk about his family and his plans next door. Lynn asked David his age and Luke found out he was twenty six, an age that seemed so much older than his nineteen. Once lunch was finished Jerry led them out to the barn to a room they stored parts. On the wall were severl hydraulic hoses of various lengths, the longest drapped over nails horizontally across the wall. Jerry reached for it taking it down.

    “I think this is the one that will work with your disc; we have a similar model.”

    Jerry sent Luke back to combining while he helped David get the hydraulic hose put on the disc and plugged into the back of the tractor. David felt disappointment in being dismissed but knew he was being silly. What was this feeling? Jealously? And he admonished himself for it even as it continued to nag at him.

    He maneuvered across the field and each time near the fence he would look for David. He would watch the tractor move across the field, dust rising up and being blown across the landscape. By day’s end David had long since left the field and David had worked his way far away from the fence covering over one hundred fifty acres before quitting.  It would take two more days to finish the large fields behind their home and they would then move everything to fields at another location.

    It would be the middle of the next week before they finished the fields planted with wheat. Once finished they would immediately begin planting them with soybeans.  All during this time Luke did not see David but occasionally he could see the results of David’s efforts. Different sections of the field being planted, sections staked out and hills created for what Luke assumed would be for potatoes.

    It was a Friday afternoon and David headed over to the grain elevator to their seed store to get more soybean seed.  He saw David’s truck backed up to one of the bays. He maneuvered back to the one adjacent and went into the office.  David wasn’t in there and Luke quickly placed his order and headed into the warehouse with the slip for his order. David was in the warehouse having bags of lime loaded into his truck.

    “Hey Luke, how are you?”

    “Fine, you getting your crops in?”

    “Yep…almost done. What are you getting?”

    “More soybeans. We’re almost finished but ran out of seed and need enough to do the last ten acres.”

    “Hey, listen, I’m still trying to get to know my way around here and when you finish…if you’re interested…I could use some help. I’d pay you…”

    “Yeah, I love to help you” Luke interrupted.

    “Great.  Well when you finish up let me know and we can get together and I’ll tell you what I need.”

    ***

    As familiar as the front of the old Bradley house was Luke still had the sense that a lot had changed. The pruned shrubbery, the walls being scrapped for repainting, the new front door and the new chairs sitting on the porch.  He stood on the front walk that led from the drive across the yard then curved up to the steps. He stared up at the old house and found he was holding his breath. ‘Don’t be an idiot’ he told himself taking a deep breath and moving up the steps across the porch and to the front door. He knocked firmly on the solid door.

    David opened the door wearing a paint spattered t-shirt and worn jeans. Luke couldn’t stop himself from looking down till he noticed David was barefoot as well.

    “Come on in” Luke said to him stepping back from the doorway, “you caught me finishing up in the den. I’m trying to get the main rooms finished so I don’t feel like I’m living in a construction zone.”

    Luke followed David down the entry hall to the back where an addition had created a large den and kitchen. The walls were freshly painted with the floor still covered in plastic, a step ladder sitting to one side and paint cans on the floor.

    “Are you finished in here?” Luke asked.

    “Not yet; that wall needs another coat” David replied pointing to the far wall.

    “You need some help?”

    “Oh no, not today. You’re definitely not dressed to be painting. Besides I’m nearly done. I’ll finish this wall while we talk.”

    “Okay.”

    David asked Luke what he was willing to do for he had work in the garden plots set up in the field, maintenance of tractors and equipment that needed to be done and construction projects in the house from painting to replacing windows and some dry wall work in the front bedroom. Luke said he’d tackle whatever job David needed help with while he could. Soybeans would not be ready for harvest till fall so he had the summer to help. David and Luke came to an agreement on payment and the kind of time Luke could commit to each week.

    “Great, well today is Friday so why don’t you plan on starting Monday” David said as he stepped back from the wall, roller in hand, satisfied he was complete in the den. “Since its the weekend I’m sure you have some things you’d like to do and I for one want to take a break.”

    “Oh I’m not doing anything this weekend” Luke blurted out.

    David looked at him, his face taking a serious tone, then it relaxed, a smile formed and he nodded.

    “Well, it’d be nice to have someone to hang out with this weekend. Would you like to go into town for dinner tomorrow and come back here for a movie…or maybe play video games. You like that new Official Maneuvers game?”

    “Yeah…I got it when it came out back in April” Luke replied, “what time tomorrow?”

    “Come around five thirty and we’ll drive to that new diner in downtown and afterwards we can come back here.”

    “I’ll see you tomorrow” Luke replied trying hard to suppress his excitement at spending Saturday night with David. David smiled at him,nodding his head.

    “It’s a date.”

    Luke was walking back to his home when it dawned on him how David referred to tomorrow night, calling it a date. ‘Is that what he meant, or was it just a phrase denoting the time?’ he wondered. He felt anxious about it, wondered if he could think of it as such. Did he want to think of it as such.  It excited him and scared him all at the same time. Two guys together was something he tried to wrap his mind around then tried to put himself in the equation.

    He told his parents he was beat and retired to his room early, lying on the bed, music playing softly, only the lamp on his desk illuminating the room. He lay with his arms folded across his chest as he began to play out different scenarios that involved David. Scenarios that led to scenes intimate, of Luke touching David. Of David touching Luke. He wondered what such contact would feel like, wondered if it’d be like with Tina or some of the other girls he had dated. He pictured David sitting next to him or David lying next to him or he sitting in David’s lap and he felt his cock stir, felt it begin to stiffen in his boxer. He moved one hand down his stomach and to his boxers, slipping underneath the waistband and down through the pubic hair to his cock till he felt the shaft with his fingertips. He ran his fingers along its length feeling it swell up thicker as it stretched out. It grew erect in his hand and he began to stroke it, to feel the hard shaft slide through his hand. He was beginning to breath hard as he imagined it was David touching him, stroking his cock, making him hard. He arched his back, pushed his head back hard into the pillow as he imagined David’s mouth taking his cock; imagined his cock sinking into David’s mouth. ‘This is so gay’ Luke thought, then the image of David taking him, pleasuring him pushed the thought from his mind. He pumped his hips upward working his cock through this tight fist.

    ‘It would feel so much better if this were real’ he thought as he thrust upward thinking of it as David’s mouth. He slipped his other hand down by his cock, down below his sac where his fingers touched his opening, his middle finger raking over it, rubbing it. “Oh David” he uttered out loud imagining it was David touching him, David who was playing with his hole and as his middle finger penetrated it he imagined David entering him, David on top of him pushing cock into his hole. He came hard, cum spattering in his face and on his chest as he shuddered with the force of ejaculation.

    He lay still, the cum cooling on his skin and turning runny. He was embarrassed at how wrapped up in the fantasy he had been, and more so on what it involved. Luke wondered what David would say if he knew. How long had these thoughts been there, unformed, ready to surface? He remembered what it had been like in high school in the locker room, struggling to keep his eyes diverted. He considered how he had been suppressing these desires, the things that aroused him, gave him a sense of longing that none of the girls he dated had provided.  He knew if he lived in a city everything could be different, but he didn’t live in a city.

    Luke slipped his boxers further down his legs and off using them to wipe up the cum. He tossed them on the floor, slipped beneath the sheet, where he felt his nakedness. He liked the feel of it, the way the soft cotton sheet lay over him. He rolled over on his stomach feeling the way he had his cock pinned beneath him. He felt his sex, his sexuality and he struggled to fall asleep wondering if there was any chance with David. And if there were could he go through with it.

    ***

    For all of fantasies, the daydreaming of one scenario after the next, all of them ending up in an intimate way, Saturday night did not occur as he hoped. There was something between them, some barrier Luke couldn’t figure out. David seemed to be studying him, sizing him up, asking him about his staying to farm, his lack of a girl friend and what he liked to do for fun and Luke stammered his way through the questions with half truths and partial lies. He wanted to blurt out something different, tell David how he felt, wanted the evening to be different from them ending it in front of the television watching some action flick both of them had seen before.

    Luke walked back to his home, the moon bright enough to illuminate his way along the David’s drive, up the two lane road along the white line at its edge and back down his drive. The whole way he tried to stifle his sense of failure and thought of ways he could have done things differently, scenarios where he wasn’t walking home alone.

    ***

    The next week Luke found himself helping in the garden plots, cleaning up along the fences on the property, doing maintenance on the equipment. David would come out and show him what needed to be done then go back to the house to continue his renovation.  At lunch they would be sitting at the Powell’s dining table, Jerry, Lynn, Luke and David. By late evenings Luke was usually so exhausted he went home to eat, clean up and crash, but a couple of evenings David and he would ride into town for a burger or over to the fish camp. Luke struggled with his emotions during these moments alone with David, fought not to stare at him and found himself stammering around for what to say sometimes.

    On Friday night Luke found himself with David at the old drive-in sitting at one of the few booths inside. Finished with their meal and waiting on the waitress to bring the check David eased back, relaxed from the comforting feel of being satisfied. Luke gave the room a quick scan noting those he recognized, nodding to a former classmate then turned back to David. He shifted his position and bumped David’s foot and he jerked back at the touch.

    “Sorry” Luke uttered.

    “No problem, it’s not like our long legs have enough room. What are you going to do this weekend?” David asked. David had given him the weekends off.

    “Nothing…mow the grass and I think dad wanted me to bush hog around the field again” Luke repsonded. “What about you? You going to relax?”

    David laughed then shook his head. “No, afraid not. I can’t stand the house being a construction zone and until it is done I’m going to keep at it. I’m going to try to get the exterior painted in the next few days.”

    “You need some help?  I don’t mind working over the weekend.”

    David looked at Luke with a serious expression, like he was trying to read him, gleaming some insight from within. Then he smiled and leaned forward resting his arms on the table. “Sure…if you’re really want to help. I would thought you had some plans with friends…or a maybe a real date?”

    Luke knew he blushed as he responded, “No…no plans” he replied looking away for a moment.  “I’ll just need to mow the grass first so it’ll be a little after eight.”

    “No rush…I’ve got some errands to run so plan on coming over around nine.”

    ***

    Luke walked over to David’s a few minutes before nine. He ambled up the gravel drive and saw David on a ladder at the side of the house trimming along the eaves. The house had been white but Luke saw David was painting the walls a deep mossy green. David had on the frayed worn jeans he always wore when painting and a ragged t-shirt. There was a rip in the armpit on the left revealing the dark hair within. For a brief moment Luke just stood below David and watched him, the way he moved the brush confidently along the wall next to the eave trim.

    “Where do you want me to start?” Luke finally asked.

    David jerked slightly startled by suddenly hearing Luke’s voice.  He looked down smiling, “I didn’t hear you come up.  I have the windows trimmed out so you can start painting the walls. The brushes are in that bag and you can grab one of those paint cans. They are ready to use.”

    Luke was quickly painting along the lower portion of the wall starting at the corner working his way over.  David moved the ladder and began to paint the upper portions of the wall. For the next two hours David talked about what he had to do on the house, asked Luke how his folks were doing or about some gossip he had heard at the general store. Luke for his part answered each question but found himself unable to carry the conversation.

    David moved the ladder and climbed back up. He worked along the area around the louver working out across the wall. Luke was down along the lower edge of the wall trying not to get paint on the brick pier. They had fallen silent as each brushed paint on the wall. David shifted to reach out and the ladder rocked, the uneven ground throwing him off balance, and the ladder tipped over. David fought for balance and broke his fall by landing on his feet but the ladder crashed to the ground with the can of paint flipping through the air splashing paint across his body.

    “Shit!” David exclaimed as he stood with paint dripping out of his hair and his shirt and jeans soaked. Luke stood staring at him shocked at how much paint had gotten on him. He stood with his arms held out head held down. “Fuck it got all over me” he uttered and then he began to laugh. Luke saw David shaking at first then heard the laugh, heard it build till David looked up laughing out loud. “Can you believe this shit?” he asked Luke who was laughing too.

    “No.”

    “Okay it is almost lunch time and I got stuff to make sandwiches so let me go get cleaned up and if you will, straighten this mess up as best you can, clean out our brushes and then come on in.”

    “Okay, but let me finish this one area next to the window first” Luke responded.

    David disappeared around the corner heading to the back. Luke heard the garden hose run for a few minutes as he painted the last gap between the corner and the window. A minute later he saw the light come on inside. The temptation was too great since he was standing  next to the window, so he looked in. David stood in his boxers, the wet white fabric revealing each ass cheek, the whiteness of each such a contrast from the rest of his body. David pulled clothes from a chest of drawers tossing them on the bed. Then he pulled down the boxers. Luke held his breath as he saw David naked, his ass on full display and when David headed to the door of the bathroom Luke got a brief glimpse of his cock as it bounced over its sac. He saw it’s general shape, the way the head had an tapered shape and the shaft looked thick, thicker than any he’d seen before. Just before going into the bathroom David looked over at the window making Luke jerk away and act like he was painting.

    When Luke went inside he found David in the kitchen making sandwiches. David was wearing a tank top, one that was faded and frayed and another pair of worn jeans. Luke noticed this pair hung low on David’s waist, so low the tank top barely met the waist band. He diverted his eyes to the table and saw two can drinks sitting by empty glasses.

    “Is there something I can do?” Luke asked looking for some distraction.

    “Yeah, grab some ice for the glasses and that bag of chips on the counter over there.”

    At first they ate in silence, David looking over at Luke, studying him making Luke wonder what David saw when he looked at him. Luke wanted to stare back the same way, wanted to look at David, the way his upper body was partially exposed, a chain around his neck now exposed. But he could only look in quick glances or keep his eyes focused on David’s face trying hard to suppress the emotions he was feeling.

    “I’ve been here a few weeks and I have to say some of the women around here are pretty desperate. I’ve had a few call me looking to go out. I don’t think any of the women back home or in college were this aggressive” David stated breaking the silence.

    “Yeah, some of them only think of marriage and…”

    “Having kids?  I don’t know about that. So how are you still single? I mean, I haven’t heard you mention even going on a date.”

    “I…well, I’ve gone out with several but…it just didn’t seem like the right one” Luke replied.

    David just looked at Luke, smiled and nodded his head. “Okay, help me clean up here and let’s see how far we get before I make another mess.”

    ***

    David stood in the hot shower, his body finally clean, the paint spattered on his skin raked off. He let the water cascade over his head as he watched it swirl down the drain. His cock was hard, had been since he touched it with his soapy hands thinking of David. The last three days had been so trying, the way David seemed to be flaunting his body around him. David wore that tank top then a t-shirt with most of the sides ripped out with those low slung jeans. Luke had noticed the way his ass filled out the jeans, the way they bulged at the crotch and how everytime David reached out he exposed that dark underarm hair. David’s muscular body flexed and stretched in so many ways and Luke noticed everything. It was as if he was studing it, but really he privately worshiped it.

    This afternoon had been the worst. They had finally finished painting and both of them were sweating profusely for the day had grown extremely hot and humid. They struggled for the energy to clean up, to get the brushes cleaned and the remaining paint sealed up and stored in the barn. Luke’s t-shirt clung to his lean body and he felt the dampness of his jeans and boxers. His whole body was wet with sweat, muscles tired from their exertions and the heat. He could barely move. Finally finished he strolled over to David who was at the back of the house fiddling with the garden hose. When David turned he had the hose turned on and sprayed Luke soaking him.

    “Time to cool the fuck off” David exclaimed laughing as he wet Luke.

    Luke inhaled deeply, shocked to feel the cold water from the hose. He stood looking down at how his t-shirt was transparent revealing his body, one so boyish looking compared to David’s. When he looked up David had taken off his tank top and was holding the hose over his head. Water cascaded down his body and Luke stared at it, the way the water ran over his chest, down the flat stomach and soaked into the jeans till they slid down lower on his hips. Luke wondered if David had on underwear for none were visible along the impossibly low waistband.

    “Feels good doesn’t it” David said when he looked up. Luke felt his stare and suddenly he felt trapped, afraid to let David know what he was feeling, afraid his expression would give him away.

    “I’ve got to go…dad needed me to help him with something before it gets dark” Luke replied, his voice an octive higher, nervous in tone.

    “Okay” David replied.

    Luke looked away but before he did he thought he saw a look of disappointment on David’s face. He headed home, walking fast, not looking back, cursing himself for not staying wondering if he could have made something happen.

    Now he held his erection, felt his soapy hand move along the shaft till he was masturbating furiously, frustration and the need, the desire to get off so great he struggled to stifle his moans. He felt his release surge through him and he grunted as his body shook as he pumped his hips and stroked his cock pumping out his load. He pumped his cock till he was spent, so exhausted from his frustrations and exertions he fell forward resting his head against the wall.

    His emotions were overwhelming, this frustration that something was there for the taking but he was too scared to take it. Tears filled his eyes. The hot water began to cool making him realize how long he had been in the shower and he quickly shut it off. He towelled off, slipped on boxers and went to his room. Lying on his back he stared at the ceiling fantazing about David, different scenarios that could have been. Each ending with him sharing David’s bed instead of alone in his own.

    ***

    Saturday morning arrived already hot, the humidity rising rapidly. Luke fueled and prepped the lawn mower, the big lawn and garden tractor with its wide mower sat gleaming the sun outside the barn. There were nearly 3 acres in the yard that included the area at the front of the barns and all around the house. Then there were the open ditches along the road that they mowed in front of the house and down along the field for about a hundred yards each way.

    Luke ran the mower quickly around the yard, slowing for close work, then speeding back up in the open yard. By ten thirty he had the grass cut and everything put away. He walked back toward the house and he noticed his old truck was dirty with dust. It had been sitting for days and he decided to clean it up as best he could. He pulled it out into the back yard, got his small bucket, sponge and carwash, and dragged the garden hose out to the truck. He washed the truck slowly, letting his mind wander, constantly circling back to David. As he rinsed the top and hood he thought of David standing under the hose the day before, his upper body on display, water cascading down it and Luke felt his cock stir in his jeans, felt the first impulse of arousal and he slammed a fist down on his thigh.

    “What’s wrong Luke?” Lynn asked, his mother surprising him with her appearance.

    “Nothing” Luke lied.

    “I know something is bothering you…has for days now. You can tell me, Luke.”

    “It’s nothing…just drop it okay. Please mom?”

    “Okay. I came out to tell you lunch would be at twelve. I invited David to come over. I know he doesn’t eat right over there working the way he does on that house. I saw ya’ll got it painted.”

    “Yeah…its finished on the outside.”

    When Luke finished he pulled the truck back into the drive and put everything away. He kicked off his wet shoes on the back porch and went inside to his room to change. HIs shirt and jeans were wet and clung to him uncomfortably. He stripped them off and slipped on gym shorts and his basketball jersey from high school. In the mirror he saw how his long lean arms hung at his sides, the way the bones were visible just below his neck and across his shoulders. He felt like a kid when he considered how he looked compared to David. He raised his arms and looked at the sparse hair under each. He leaned closer to the mirror and saw how sparse his beard came in, still patchy along his jaw line. He ran a hand through his hair, it getting long and in need of cutting. It stood up wildly, in all directions and he left it that way as he left his room answering his mother’s call to come for lunch.

    In the dining room David and his father were already seated. His mother came in with a pitcher of tea and a spoon for one of the dishes on the table. David was dressed nicer than he had ever seen him, a button down shirt and khakis. He suddenly felt under dressed, some kid coming to the table to eat with the adults. Jerry was telling David about the current price for soybeans and how he thought he would pre-sell some in the next week or so since he believed the price would go back down close to harvest time. Luke pulled out his chair and sat drawing their attention.

    “You get that old truck cleaned up?” Jerry asked.

    “Yep.”

    “I don’t know why you don’t get something nicer” Jerry replied.

    “I don’t know…I mean I don’t go anywhere.”

    “Well, David was telling me he’s going down to Mobile this afternoon for some things for his house and was wondering if you wanted to go. I told him you had everything done around here and I saw no reason why you couldn’t.”

    “What do you say? I need to get some things purchased for the house then I thought about a movie and staying overnight. I’d pick up my purchases tomorrow and drive back then” David said.

    Luke sat silent for a moment cutting his eyes from David to his father and back to David.

    “Well?” David asked.

    “Yeah, sure” Luke replied and suddenly he felt anxious, some nagging feeling he was getting his hopes up again only to be left frustrated in the end.

    “Okay guys, let’s eat and then Luke, you can get changed and pack an overnight bag” Lynn interjected.

    Luke fought the urge to shove his food in, tried to pace himself with the others but as soon as he finished his lunch he jumped up excusing himself. In his room he pulled one then another shirt from the closet trying to decide what to wear. In the end he pulled out a white dress shirt his mother had ironed before hanging up and his black jeans, a pair he had rarely worn since purchasing them last fall. Finally dressed, hair combed and bag packed he raced back out. His mother was in the kitchen and his father stood at the back door looking out the window.

    “David walked home to get his bag and will come back to pick you up” Jerry said without turning around. “You boys be careful…okay?”

    “Okay” Luke replied.

    ***

    It was after three before they drove into Mobile and David headed to the home improvement stores first. They browsed the store, stopping a couple of sales associates for David to ask questions. Luke noticed how they approached them, how they gave them a certain look and he wondered if they thought David and he were brothers, or something else. After an hour David had the things he wanted purchased and set for pick up the next day. Back in the truck David started the motor, cranked up the air conditioning and sat back.

    “It’s too early to eat dinner and I got tickets to the eight o’clock showing so what do you want to do?”

    “I don’t care” Luke replied not sure what to say.

    “We could go to the mall and kill some time then go check into our room.”

    “Okay.”

    The mall was crowded, the locals coming inside to shop and get out of the heat. They strolled each section, going in a few shops along the way, but neither seemed to care about shopping. When they got back to where they came in David nodded toward the door.

    “Come on, let’s go check in and by then we’ll be ready to eat an early dinner before going to the movie.”

    Luke watched as David drove past one hotel after the next wondering which one they were staying the night.  David continued to drive heading toward downtown and Luke started to ask where they were heading but he sat silent watching the landscape of this small southern city pass by as they continued to drive. He felt David’s eyes, every so often looking over at him.

    “We’ll be there shortly” David said breaking the silence between them answering the question Luke had not dared ask.

    David drove into downtown maneuvering on the old one way streets. A few minutes later David pulled into a parking lot behind a bed and breakfast, on old structure, stately in its size and distinctly a part of the city’s past.

    “Where are we?” Luke uttered as he sat up looking at the old building as David pulled around to the rear parking lot.

    “It’s a bed and breakfast. The service is great, the food is excellent and we’re not back there in that suburban crap we drove through earlier.”

    “Oh…so we’re staying here?”

    “Yep…and having dinner too.”

    The interior exceeded all expectations that Luke conceived, the antique furniture that filled every room, the rugs that lined the old wood floors and behind the small desk that served as check-in sat an older woman, formally dressed. Their room sat on front facing the street, a large room with two queen size beds and its own bath with a tub and a shower. Luke was overwhelmed, and somewhat disappointed for he actaully thought the room would have only one bed. The idea of being forced to sleep with David seemed to be a lost opportunity and the narrow gap between the beds seemed insurmountable.

    “Let’s rest for a few minutes. Our dinner reservations are not till 6:15 so we have time to relax” David said as he kicked off his shoes and laid back on one bed. Luke stood at the window looking out across the city.

    “I’ve got to hit the bathroom” Luke said as he turned and moved across the room. He relieved himself then washed his hands. He left the water running and washed his face, cupping the cool water in his hands and bringing it up to his face. He shut off the water and looked at his wet face in the mirror, water dripping off of his chin and his hair wet around his face. ‘Get a grip and don’t make more of this than what it is’ he chided himself, picked up the towel, dried and headed back into the room. David’s eyes were closed and he eased down on the other bed. He lay there staring at the ceiling for a long time then felt as if he was being watched. He turned toward David and saw him staring back.

    “What is it?” Luke asked.

    “Nothing” David replied as he turned back over looking up.

    Back downstairs they were led to the small dining room that overlooked the flower garden in the rear yard.  Several of the tables were occupied, mostly couples and it made Luke acutely aware how it looked, they the only two guys together. At first it spooked him, made him anxious but then he relaxed, realizing he was away from home, away from prying eyes that knew his family. So what if they thought of Luke and him as a couple.  A part of him liked the idea, savored the notion till he found himself smiling at the very idea.

    “What’s so funny?” David asked.

    “Oh…nothing.”

    “You found something funny…what?”

    “It’s just…well the room is full of couples and we’re the only two guys in here. They must think we’re…gay.”

    David leaned back, glanced around the room catching a few others looking at them, then he looked at Luke, suddenly a definace about his expression. “So what…let them think what they will.”

    ***

    The movie was nearly full and David and Luke had seats near the center over half way up the stadium seating. David had grabbed a small popcorn and soda. Luke had not wanted anything but the smell of the salty popcorn made him change his mind.

    “I think I’ll go get some popcorn afterall. The smell of it makes me want it.”

    “Here, have some of mine, I don’t want all of this” David offered and Luke settled back in his seat and reached for the offered popcorn. “You can have some of my drink too.”

    They sat side by side, arms bumping together and Luke was conscious of each touch. He kept his arm on the rest between them relishing every contact. David didn’t seem to notice as he talked about his favorite movies asking Luke about the ones he liked. When the lights went down and previews began Luke felt David’s leg bump his own, the briefest of contacts and he froze in place, waiting, wanting David to touch him again. The movie began, the opening credits scrolling across the screen and David’s leg pressed up against his own and he held the contact pretending not to notice. For a long time they sat, leg against leg and arm against arm, both watching the screen. Luke angled his head slightly and cut his eyes over to David and saw him watching the screen, eyes reflecting the moving colored light of the images protrayed there.

    A guy to Luke’s left got up and apologized as he made his way to the end of the row. The contact between Luke and David was broken and Luke shifted uncomfortably in his seat afraid to try to restore it, afraid David wasn’t really aware of something he was all too aware of.

    The movie ended and they followed the other patrons out of the theater into the hot humid night time air. The sky was cloudy and dark, no stars or moon visible.

    “Let’s get back to our room” David said as he moved up next to Luke.

    At the bed and breakfast David unlocked the door and went in first.

    “Sorry but I’ve got to go…I’m about to piss myself” he jokingly stated as he hurried into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door. Luke tried not to look in but as he passed the door he couldn’t stop himself and he saw David in profile, his tall muscular body, head held back sligthly as a strong stream hit the bowl. Luke couldn’t see it, David’s cock for the hand holding it was in the way.

    Luke went to the window considering how the night was getting away from him, how he anxiously wanted more to happen but did not know how to make it happen. David was older, more mature, wasn’t he suppose to start it he thought as he heard him come back into the room. Luke turned around and watched David ease down on one bed, shirt unbuttoned all the way revealing his chest and stomach. Luke found himself staring at David, a longing overwhelming him, frustrating him till he had to do something.

    “I’m going to take a shower” Luke said as he headed to the bathroom.

    Luke started to close the door, considered the safety of it being closed but he left it open. David hadn’t closed it why should he and he stepped in front of the mirror and watched himself strip off his clothes, laying each garment on the vanity. Naked, he looked in the mirror. He was sill so lean but he wasn’t that skinny, not really, so why didn’t David want him? Why didn’t David make a move on him? Was he really straight or just not interested?

    The shower quickly heated up, steam rising up over the glass enclosure. Luke entered it letting the hot water hit him on the chest, turned and let it wash over his back, then he turned back around and put his head under the spray. It was soothing, relaxing, almost enough to make him forget David in the other room. He placed his hands on the wall and leaned toward it, head under the spray. He looked down at the way the water flowed down his body, down his legs and across the floor to the drain, swirling around before disappearing.

    The door of the shower opened and Luke froze. Was David getting in with him, could it be true and he stood still. David’s feet came into view, moving up behind him. He felt David’s hands touch his back, move over him, one hand up to his neck massaging it, fingers gently working into the flesh. He looked up and felt himself shiver slightly as David’s other hand came around his waist and pulled their bodies together. David kissed him on the neck, up along the side of his face then gently tugged on his earlobe.

    “Is this okay?” David asked Luke in a soft whisper.

    “Yes” Luke uttered in such a low voice David barely heard it, but he knew it was okay by the way Luke pressed against him, by the way Luke let him touch him, his hands moving over the lean torso, across the chest feeling each hard nipple, down over the undulating stomach till he felt the sparse pubic hair fanning out over Luke’s cock.

    David let his fingers move along the growing shaft, his touch light, barely grazing the skin. David felt the head, felt the way it swelled, flared out wider and he brought his fingers around the shaft and slowly, gently, stroked it. Luke’s body began to move in his arms, to rock, to undulate against him. There was a certain wildness to Luke now, a primitive nature rising up. Luke pulled away and turned to him, arms coming around his neck, cock pushed against cock as Luke moved up to him till their lips pressed together. David felt the way Luke clung to him, felt the way Luke pumped his hips pressing their cock together. He grew fully erect and he pressed it against Luke, rubbed it over his smooth skin causing him to be so aroused.

    “Fuck…I wanted you…let’s go to the bedroom” David said as he held Luke’s ass cheeks in each hand pulling their bodies together.

    Luke kissed him again, then with lips still touching, “Okay” he whispered.

    David dried Luke then himself. He led Luke by the hand to the bed, the covers already pulled back to the foot. He helped Luke ease down on it and moved over him as he lay back. David’s thick cock moved up Luke’s thigh and nestled next to his hard cock, leaving a wet trail in its path. David pumped his hips, his whole body moving over Luke, skin touching skin as their hands moved over the other. They kissed passionately as they explored the other’s body. Luke pulled his legs up and David sat up, took each one by the calf and folded him over, pushed each leg down till Luke’s ass rose up and spread open. David pushed his cock down letting the wet slick head rub over Luke’s opening. He pressed against it and felt Luke push back.

    “Please….David…” Luke uttered as he ran his hands up David’s arms feeling the muscles flex under his touch.

    David pushed watching as his thick cock stretched Luke open, penetrating him slowly, inch by inch till half the shaft was inserted. Luke held David as his whole body quivered. It hurt at first, this initial penetration but Luke relaxed into it, gave himself up to it pushing upward with his hips.

    David felt his cock sink in further and he pushed down with his hips till his abdomen rested against Luke’s ass. He held still feeling the tight ring of Luke’s opening around his cock loosen, slowly relax to him. He began to move his hips, pulling upward then sinking back in, over and over and Luke cried out.

    “Fuck…fuck me” Luke uttered as he moved beneath David.

    David increased his pace, thrusting faster and faster into Luke. He shifted positions letting Luke’s legs wrap around his waist and he renewed his pace. He drove his hips hard, pushing deep into him till their bodies smacked together.

    Luke reached up and held David tight to his chest. “Not yet” he whispered in David’s ear and he rolled him over on his back as he shifted on top. Luke slowly got into position on top taking David once again. Up and back down, he took David deep within over and over. He felt David take his cock and stroke it, rubbed the head till he shook from the stimulation. He rode David harder, faster, thrusting his hips forward when he fully seated himself on David feeling his cock push through the tight fist that held it.

    Luke was too aroused, the penetration of David’s thick cock too much and he rocked roughly up and down feeling his body tighten up and his cock ache with its hardness. He slammed downward and thrust his hips forward feeling the surge, the rush of release as he came. It spattered in hot thick pools across David’s chest and stomach, the scent of it filled the room and Luke kept riding David, feeling every ejaculation of his cock and the spasm of his hole around the thick shaft pushing deep within.

    David felt it, the way Luke milked his cock and the release over his torso. He shoved upward, roughly, as he cried out. He came hard, his cock swelled up thicker, the sensitive head pushed deep into Luke as he came.

    Luke rode him till he begged for him to stop. He rolled him over to his side and they snuggled up together, Luke in his arms. Exhaustion over came them as their breathing fell into a slow rhythm. They slowly drifted off.

    ***

    Two months later.

    It was obvious to everyone, especially Luke’s parents that their relationship was something more than just friendship. Something much more intimate, but some old sense of decorum made everyone step around the issue and just go about their daily lives.  Luke knew sooner or later he’d have to tell them, make it official, but time passed, day after day, week after week, and their work kept them busy enough to not dwell on it.

    Luke had started to stay at David’s nightly when they returned from Mobile, then slowly his personal effects were moved over, some clothes and toiletries, then his gaming system and finally all of his clothes and bicycle. His mother and father initially commented in an off-hand manner but when Luke began to explain they would change the subject, so he let them have their time to adjust.

    For David the phone calls stopped trying to get him to go out with one or another of the single women in the community and there were the stopped conversations in the general store when he would enter. This occurred for a couple of weeks, but over time everything fell back into its natural order.

    Jerry had been the most standoffish but after a couple of weeks he climbed over the old fence and out into the garden plots where Luke and David were working. He amble over, taking his time, looking at the results of their labors and at them, the two of them working together, content, happy. David noticed him first and stood up straight, propped on the hoe and gave him a smile and nod of the head.

    “David” Jerry said as a greeting. Luke turned to him upon hearing his voice.

    “Dad?”

    “Son, you still going to help me with harvesting beans?” Jerry asked and the worry in his voice was obvious.

    “Of course…if you want me to help” Luke replied.

    “Yes I want your help. I need it, son” Jerry replied looking away for moment then back at Luke nodding his head. “You guys have this garden going well…looks like it will pay off” he added changing the subject.

    David saw Jerry relax, his whole posture change into a more natural stance and he stepped over to him.

    “Mr. Powell, if you’re interested in helping we were going to start repairing that fence tomorrow.”

    “Tomorrow?  Yeah, I can do that…bright and early I presume” Jerry replied, smiling for the first time.

    “Bright and early” David replied.


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  • I lost a bet but gained a new outlook

    I was out for an evening with friends and we were having a great time. We went out for a nice dinner and then to several clubs for drinks. At the last club we were at we had decided to play a game of quarters at our table. I was pretty good and had won many of the rounds.

    On one of the rounds Jay said everybody had to share one thing they were the least comfortable with. The conversation had gone in many different directions so this seemed to just be a part of the evening conversation. When it was my turn I confided in the group of close friends that I had always been uncomfortable with any facet of exhibitionism weather it was being naked or having sex in front of other people. They all teased and asked why and I told them I had no particular reasoning but just preferred to be more private in those areas.

    About an hour later we were still playing and having a great time and one of the guys suggested our last round be a dare. It would be an elimination round and the final loser of the round would have to accept a dare from the group. I quickly agreed as the entire night I could not lose and I had several dares I wanted to give. To my pure amazement I somehow managed to loose each round and after about 20 minutes had managed to be the only person in our group to lose to all five other guys.

    We all returned to Jason’s house and were all planning on staying the night. The topic of my dare loss came up and all the guys were laughing and teasing about what could they do. They all discussed the options and finally I was told that for the rest of the night and time at Jason’s house I would have to go totally naked. I tried to protest but eventually the guys all held me still while my clothes were removed leaving me the only naked person in the room. I accepted my fate and sat in the group unable to hide. I had always been aware of my cock size and was embarrassed to be naked in front of everyone but soon grew more comfortable with it.

    I knew I was not done with the full dare and this was only the first part but figured anything past this had to be much easier. Finally, the group pulled the second piece of paper containing my next dare. I had to have sex with Brent in front of the group. This was a love hate dare for me. I had always admired Brent and had thought many times of what it would be like to be with him. But, I always imagined it would be in total privacy and seclusion if it ever happened. Again, I tried to protest but knew I had lost with my boner being on full display from the thought of it. I had heard stories tht Brent was always very dominant sexually and liked to take control. I wondered if he had any interest in me sexually.

    Apparently my small cock did not take away from my overall sex appeal. Brent smiled and got up and told me to strip him. I did as told while surrounded by the group. When I finally got Brent down to his boxers I was amazed at the size of this cock which was already hard. I could see the outline through the think tight material of his boxers and when I pulled them down his cock popped out right into my face. He told me to suck him and I happily took him into my mouth and did my best to bring him to orgasm. As I sucked him he commented on how much he knew I wanted him to fuck me and the rest of the group all encouraged him. I really did want him inside me but the thought of him mounting me in front of the group of my friends had my stomach turning in circles.

    Brent pulled out of my mouth and said he was going to give me the hardest fucking of my life. This excited me and scared me to death at the same time. Brent led me to his bed followed by the rest of the group. His bed sat high and with me standing at the foot he bent me over lying my hips on the edge of the mattress and then spread my legs as wide as they would part. He slapped my ass with his cock a few times drawing amused remarks from my friends. He then took a bottle of Rear Entry Desensitizing Anal Lube out of his night stand which gave me some relief knowing that it was an analgesic gel with the size of his cock. He applied it very generously to my fully displayed anus and worked it into me. I was still very aware of being on display in front of everyone but getting into the action. Brent told me to get up and had me place a condom on his cock and then told me to bend over for him. To my pleasure he entered me slowly taking his time for me to adjust fully to his size. I had never had a cock as large as his inside me. The anal desensitizing cream was definitely helping.

    Once he was inside me he began to fuck me hard and fast. For being about 6’3” and skinny at about 180 he had an amazing amount of strength and each time he pushed into me the bed hit the wall and there was a loud sound of our flesh meeting. I was moaning uncontrollably from the sensations as his pace continued fast and hard for what seemed like forever but was about ten to twelve minutes. I was so into what was happening, getting to hook up with Brent who I had a lusted after for years, being taken in front of all of my friends and being totally vulnerable that I did not even realize that Brent had been spanking my ass hard while fucking me. I was enjoying it so much I blew my load on Brent’s bed as he continued fucking me.

    Brent finally pulled out of me and grunted as he turned me around pulling off his condom as I was know kneeling in front of him totally consumed by his presence as his cock began to spew load after load of hot cum onto my face as I tried to suck him without success. As Brent slowed down and I tried to open my cum caked eyes I became aware again that I was performing for a group of my friends but was not bothered by it at all. My own cock was still sensitive but hard as Brent told me I had the tightest ass he had every fucked. He said he did not think he would get inside me as he lay me on my back onto his bed. I was oblivious at being on display to my friends as Brent started to jack me off and suck me. I came after a few minutes of him playing with me and he then used his boxers to wipe his cum from my eyes. His aroma inside his boxers was invigorating and I did not want the moment to end.

    With all of my friends we walked out of Brent’s bedroom after Brent threw on a pair of gym shorts and a tank top. I needed a drink of water and Brent sat me on the couch and gave me a glass of water. My friends told me I could get dressed but I told them I really did not care as I sat there for the rest of the evening with cum covering my face and being totally naked. I really did not care, I had been seen in the most intimate manner and while being totally satisfied by a large cock and none of it seemed to be an issue any more for me.

    Finally, everyone got ready to sleep and grabbed blankets and settled in on the floor. While I was still naked Brent told me I was sleeping with him in his bed tonight. He brought me into his room and got naked then lay beside me hugging and holding me tightly with our naked bodies touching. I was satisfied, happy and very content as I dozed off to sleep. The next morning I sat with my friends through breakfast until the last one left. I remained naked the full time without worry. After they left I showered and got dressed. Brent told me he really wanted to see me again and I made a date to come back over three days later. That was the last time I ever worried about being naked or having sex in front of anyone.


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  • Glory Hole Adventure

    Glory Hole Adventure

    Yesterday I went to the local adult book store to watch a little porn and see what happened with the glory hole. This particular store, borderline seedy was filthy inside and out. When there, sometimes I just watch. Other times I will play. Yesterday I played.

    The way I felt yesterday I decided to head there sans briefs. It makes it easier to get naked in the booth. My wife Linda saw me preparing and told me, “Have fun but to play safe.”

    “I always play safe,” I answered.

    At the bookstore I bought tokens, pushed through the curtain into the arcade area. The first thing I noticed was the smell, a mixture of cigarettes, sweat, cum and piss. 

    There were two hallways and each hallway was lined with booths. There were ten booths in each row, totaling forty booths in all. The light was very dim as I made my way down the hall.  Above each booth door was a little green light that indicated whether or not the booth was occupied. 

    All the back booths have glory holes so I choose a booth in the back. 

    I stripped down and set my clothes on the chair out of reach of the hole to prevent them from being tampered with or sprayed with cum. Both have happened. 

    I’ve now been at this long enough to know that if I get naked I’m getting plenty of action, whether it’s receiving or giving blowjobs. There’s just something about a naked person on the other side of that wall that will drive most guys crazy. 

    While waiting, I was stroking my cock and surfing through the channels looking for tranny porn. Love tranny porn. Dicks and boobs on the same person. 

    After I found what I was looking for, it didn’t take long for my dick to get hard. 

    Soon after that the first of a series of cocks poked through the hole. 

    It was nothing special, only about five inches. So I played with it and then sucked it enough to bring him off quickly to move him on along to allow something better to be stuck through the hole into my booth. I’m good enough at sucking that he didn’t feel cheated when he quickly blasted into my mouth. 

    He left and I heard the door open and close as the next guy came in. he peeked through the hole and saw me standing there with nothing on but an erection and a smile. 

    He stuck his finger in the hole so I let him suck me for a while. Not as good as me, but he wasn’t bad. 

    He started out by slowly licking my silky head all around and nibbling at my foreskin. Then he pressed his moist lips against my thick cock and started to suck me. He ran his tongue up and down my shaft, his lips slid across it as I moaned, “Uuuugh,” in ecstasy.

    As good as he was sucking; I didn’t want to cum yet so I withdrew and signaled for him to stick his cock through the hole. 

    His cock was much nicer than the previous one, long and thick enough to enjoy. 

    As I sucked I felt his throbbing cock grow in my hot mouth and knew my anonymous lover was getting ready to cum. 

    I picked up the pace, bobbing faster and sucked deeper and harder. When I felt my anonymous feeder thrust his hip against the other side of the wall and I pulled off his cock.

    “Oh my god,” he roared as cum jetted up his shaft and burst forth onto my face. His sticky cum spattered my face in several healthy spurts. I opened my mouth and caught a gob on my tongue but most of his cum coated my face. 

    Through the hole I could see him pull up his pants and then the door open and close as he quickly left.

    After he left I had a dark skinned cock poked through the hole. I was pleased to see that it was a nice thick dick. Wrapping my fingers around it, I played with it for a short time and was surprised with a quick burst of cum spraying out and rained down on my cock and leg. It was a nice big load but too quick. He zipped up and left right away. 

    That normally would have pissed me off, but things were starting out so good that it was OK. Prefer to get some attention from all I play with, but what the hell, you can’t win them all.

    Next was a couple. Damn I like couples. He was a well built Latino type and she, because Latinos tend to like their girls that way was a short pudgy little thing. She had a super wet pussy because they played while I watched and I could hear the squishing of her pussy as he played with it. 

    As I watched through the hole, he bent her over the chair and started fucking her dog-style. Then he pulled out and stuck his pussy juice covered cock through the hole.

    I quickly wrapped my lips around it but before I could start to suck it down his cock pulsated hard on my lips and a hot stream of cum squirted out and down my throat. It shot so hard and fast I didn’t have any warning and I started to gag on it. I swallowed quickly, but some of the salty fluid came out the corner of my mouth. The cock slid out of my mouth and out of the hole and they were gone.

    Then things kinda slowed down. It happens. I mean it’s not like they have a light on the front that indicates that someone is fucking and sucking inside. Although that would be nice. 

    I cleaned up and dressed so I could go to the restroom. It would be nice to be able to wander around naked but that’s never gonna be allowed. 

    After I used the restroom and I was washing my hands, I started laughing. What was the big deal about washing my hands when I was prepared to take any cock stuck through the hole in my mouth and not only suck it but swallow his cum.

    Finished in the restroom, I grabbed another booth. Again I quickly got naked and started watching a movie and stroking my cock. 

    After about a half hour or so I finally heard the door open and close as another guy entered the booth next to me. I peeked through the hole and saw that he had a nice looking cock even though it was soft. 

    I signaled but my finger was ignored. I signal again but still nothing. 

    I looked again and he was still soft but he was stroking it. 

    He finally did start to get hard and I must say I was impressed, long and thick and damned pretty looking. 

    I signaled again and this time he stuck it through. Man that boy was blessed. I took to that cock like I was born for it. I played and sucked it for twenty minutes before I let him shot his load. 

    When I’d feel him getting ready to cum, with my thumb and middle finger, I’d squeeze the bottom, base of his hard cock. Not squeeze hard, but squeeze enough to stop the cum from coming out. Kinda like squeezing a straw. 

    This prevented him from cumming. 

    I did it a couple of times and soon enough he was so wanting to cum, that he banged his body against the wall thrusting his hard cock in my mouth. 

    His cum was so backed up that when I let him get off, he literally exploded and I mean explode with ecstasy.

    When I finally let him go, he tensed up and held himself immobile. I actually felt the cum boiling up in his balls. When he erupted and it felt like a dam had busted. I almost chocked when what felt like a quart of cum pulsed into my grateful mouth. 

    He went totally silent, surprised at the amount of cum he poured into my mouth.

    As I continued sucking and swallowing his cum he told me, “Oh god that was incredible.”

    I thought it would be nice if he blew me too but he had other ideas. He pulled up his pants and he left the booth in a rush.

    The door opened and closed again and the next minute another cock was poked through the hole. This one was a lot thicker but not quite as long. The head was so thick I had to force my mouth wide open to take it. I could hear him moaning, “Uuuuuuuuuum,” as I sucked. 

    Then he pulled his cock out of the hole and fed his balls through, “Start licking,” he said.

    I had no choice but to run my tongue over his balls. 

    I could tell by the way his sack was jerking that he was stroking his cock while I licked him.  After I’d tongued his balls the anonymous stranger ordered me to put my face up to the hole.

    “Oh my god,” I roared as cum jetted up his shaft and burst forth onto my face. 

    The first shot hit me square on the upper lip under my nose and caused me to jerk back a little. The feeling was incredibly warm, followed almost immediately by a cooling sensation. 

    The second shot hit me in the left cheek, and a third shot got my left ear. The last splashed onto my forehead.

    The next guy that came in was up against the wall and I was face-to-face with a very large and very hard cock by the time I could slide off the chair and down onto my knees. 

    It was sticking straight out, giving me a view that made me dizzy, his glistening shaft, veins bulging in every direction…his dark plum-shaped head with a droplet of pre-cum dripping ever so slowly off the head. 

    The stranger groaned, “um, um, um,” as I ran my tongue in his pee-hole to get the dab of pre-cum that was oozing out. 

    Then I slowly engulfed his cock in my mouth. I sucked his cock slow and methodical, working it so the stranger would get the maximum pleasure out of it and last as long as possible. He pushed tighter against the wall so I could get more of his cock into my mouth. 

    My awesomely slow oral talent lasted around five minutes and now as the stranger becoming more urgent, I could sense he was getting close. The little room was filled with slurping sounds as I picked up the pace, my mouth bobbing up and down faster and faster.

    “Oh god, here it comes, oh god I’m going to cum,” the stranger moaned.

    Then he shot squirt after squirt of his thick young cum down my throat, which I noisily swallowed. When he finished spewing, I continued to lick and suck his cock until it went soft and he pulled it away.

    When he opened the door to leave the next guy came in so quick that the door was still open. He wasted no time getting his pants down and his semi-hard cock through the hole.

    I eased back his foreskin, revealing the reddish/purple head. My tongue teased the little slit where a small amount of clear pre-cum had accumulated. Soon I was bobbing my mouth, rhythmically massaging his stiff shaft with my talented lips and tongue.

    I felt his throbbing cock grow inside my hot mouth and knew the anonymous stranger was getting ready to cum. I couldn’t wait to have this delicious cock spewing into my mouth. I picked up the pace and sucked deeper and harder. 

    He suddenly stiffened all over and cried, “Ohmigod I’m cumming,” then I felt the slam as the stranger thrust his hip against the other side of the wall and then the first spasm hit and a gush of thick, steamy cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly but fast enough, the second shot of cum filled his mouth and oozed out from the corners of my mouth.

    I enjoyed the feeling of the warm cum in my mouth, languishing in the salty flavor. With each spasm of his throbbing cock, I found himself enjoying the taste more and more.

    Finally, the stranger’s cock stopped its flow of cum and just twitched in my mouth every time I ran my tongue along the sensitive underside. I didn’t want to let go. I was so thrilled by the feeling of having a cock in my mouth.
    The end…

    One of the drawbacks of adult bookstore type sex is the lack of facilities for cleaning up after the fun. I solved that problem by bringing wet wipes with me. Once I’d cleaned up and was almost ready to leave I got signaled by a stranger that had snuck into the booth next door when I wasn’t paying attention. 

    After having sucked seven cocks, my lips were numb and my upper lip, nose and chin were scratched up by wiry pubic hairs. And my jaw ached. 

    As I stooped down and looked, the new guy approached the hole with his hard cock jutting out of his unzipped trousers. 

    I waved my hand at him weakly and said through the hole, “Sorry man, I need a break.” but I did give him my phone number and told him to call me the next time he was headed to the adult bookstore.  I saw his teeth as he grinned at me through the hole.

    I’m here to tell you, you’ve never had a sexual experience like the one when you let another man shoot a load cum in your mouth and you feel each burst of cum hitting the back of your throat. Your mind will go euphoric as it receives the tactile signals that another man is cumming in your mouth. 

    It’s a mind bending experience counting the number of shots as you swallow each and every drop of his cum.

    Afterwards you’ll understand why women give men blowjobs. 

    Fuck I love those places. 

    The end…


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  • The Ballad of Barry

    Part 8 – Barry and Caramae

    Caramae and Barry took it slow, going out and having long talks at the coffee house. She didn’t sleep with him often. It was difficult to find times when the roommates would be out. Barry never pushed her. He never asked! Caramae always made the first move.

    They’d been seeing each other for a couple of months. Barry asked her to meet him at the coffee shop on her day off. She arrived to see him talking with a blonde in her thirties. She was holding his hand and laughing. She started to leave, tears forming. Barry saw her and rose, smiling as he called her over.

    The woman rose and smiled as she approached the table. Caramae’s heart was in her throat. Barry  took her hand and kissed her.

    “Cara, I want you to meet my daughter, Cynthia!”

    The blonde took her hand and kissed her cheek

    “Dad! She’s gorgeous! You old dog, you!”

    The three made small talk, then Barry excused himself. Cynthia took Caramae’s hands in hers, smiling sweetly. The young tranny was warming to this woman.

    “Dad has told me so much about you! He talks about you all the time! I haven’t seen him this happy since Mom died!”

    “It doesn’t bother you that I’m so young? Or that I’m…………….” Caramae trailed off.

    “I think he loves you. I’m okay with that!” Cynthia replied. “I know he hasn’t brought you to the house, but that’s because I moved home……. He needs to have you over.”

    A couple of weeks later Barry called and asked her over for dinner with him and Cynthia. Caramae picked her best dress. She wanted to make a good impression.

    Barry offered to pick her up, but she borrowed her mother’s old VW and made the drive over. She was pleased to see a simple, small house. She was afraid Barry’s place would be huge and expensive. Barry forgot to mention he had a pool. She eyed the pool with longing, but she didn’t have her bathing suit.

    “That’s okay,” Cynthia said. “Mom kept all my old clothes, I’m sure I can find one that will look nice on you.”

    Barry’s eyes widened when Caramae came out in a white bikini. He wanted this woman child so badly he’d fuck her now, if Cynthia hadn’t been there.

    Caramae dove gracefully into the pool and Barry splashed in after her. Cynthia watched as the two splashed around playfully. The years seemed to melt off her father. Soon the play became more intimate as the couple embraced and kissed. Barry held Caramae, her legs wrapped around his waist. Soon, they were just kissing, not moving at all.

    Barry watched the young tranny as she climbed from the pool. He wanted to grab the small bottom and bury his tongue in her hole. He could barely stand it as she ran her fingers through her curly hair.

    Cynthia could see desire for her father in the young woman’s eyes. Young woman!  Cynthia wasn’t sure about this budding romance, especially her father fucking a boy pretending to be a woman. However, she couldn’t help but think of the transsexual as a woman. A woman with a penis! But as she watched the couple, she could see the love for each other in their eyes.

    “Go on, take him to bed,” she whispered as Caramae passed. .”I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”

    The young woman smiled her gratitude.

    She took the older man’s hand and said, “Come dry me off.”

    Barry looked over his shoulder, but his daughter just mouthed, “Go on!”

    Barry toweled the young woman, kissing the areas he’d just dried. Caramae gasped when he took a nipple in his mouth and lightly bit it. He moved lower until his mouth was level with her cock. She ran her fingers through his hair as he sucked her. He held her hips with his hands, guiding her to fuck his face. She wasn’t sure about fucking him like that, but he continued guiding her hips. She thrust slowly, afraid she might hurt him. But his tongue dragging along underneath the shaft made her feel so good! She couldn’t help herself and thrust faster, her balls slapping his chin. She was too excited and rapidly emptied her load into his mouth.

    Caramae leaned over to kiss Barry. They’d taken to sharing each other’s cream in a kiss. To her, it was about as intimate a kiss two lovers could have!

    She knelt upon the bed, pulling her knees close to her chest, offering him her raised ass. Barry grabbed her hips and proceeded to lick her crack. She purred quietly. Caramae had grown to love the time the older man spent licking her ass. He made her feel special every time he did it. Barry probed her sphincter with his tongue, twirling it around inside her asshole.

    Barry applied a little lube to her asshole and slowly slid his cock balls deep. Caramae rolled her hips trying to take even more. She gripped the sheets as Barry fucked her with steady powerful strokes. Once he found she wasn’t fragile, he fucked her harder. Caramae discovered she enjoyed him taking her hard. She was surprised that often made her come when he fucked her. Barry thrust one final time and filled her ass.

    He pulled out and watched as some of his fluids leaked out. He really didn’t care for the taste, but the young tranny really loved having him eat her ass after he fucked her.

    A text message told the couple dinner was ready. They came out to find a candlelit dinner with a couple of glasses of wine. Caramae was just barely twenty, but she’d occasionally sneak a drink from her parents’ bar. Barry didn’t drink around her, out of respect and courtesy.

    A note on the table read “I’m spending the night elsewhere. Have fun. Cara, wear my father out! See you around Noon!”

     

    Barry and Caramae sat on the patio and watched the moon rise over the hills. Neither said anything, content to hold each other close. The young tranny looked at the older man’s face. He used to weigh nearly 300 pounds, but went on a diet and exercised when they started dating. Barry had lost nearly thirty pounds and had promised to lose even more! She was beginning to see the handsome man he once was.

    Caramae made the next move. ”Barry, do you love me?”

    She nearly bit her lips. She’d meant to say she loved him. What was I thinking? Why won’t he say something?”

    Barry smiled, but continued to hold her hand as he searched for the right words. He could see the distress building in her eyes.

    “Cara, when I lost my wife, I couldn’t see how I would ever love anyone else. I never expected to meet someone like you…..someone very special…..someone who could teach me to love again.”

    Caramae wasn’t quite sure what he was saying. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him, but now, she was afraid of his answer.

    “Caramae Daniela Whitaker, I love you more than you can possibly imagine.” Barry blurted out.

    Caramae held him close and said, “I love you so very much, Barry.”

    Back in bed, Caramae snuggled close to her lover.  He’d managed to fuck her almost an hour before he wore himself out. She finished him with her mouth. She was caressing his cock. If he stiffened, she’d ride him again. 

    “Barry? Doesn’t it concern you that I’m thirty five years younger than you?……..I mean……I’m almost ten years younger than your daughter! And you are older than my father! My parents think I should stop seeing you!”

    “Cara, dear, I want you in my life forever. But I want what’s best for you, too! Don’t throw away your family for me. I’m not worth it!”

    “Yes, my love, you are so very much worth it.”

     

    The next morning, Barry asked her to stay the weekend.

    “I have to take Mom’s car home,” she said. Then with a wicked grin added, “But, you can come get me!”

    Caramae left ahead of Barry. Traffic slowed him enough that he found a very angry looking man on the front porch. He was shaking his finger at a very contrite Caramae while her mother looked on. Barry was nervous as he exited his truck. Mr. Whitaker was much taller than him and very muscular. He looked like he could easily break Barry in half.

    “So you’re the son-of-a-bitch that’s been screwing my son…….er, daughter!” (Caramae had kicked him in the shin at the word “son”.)

    “I don’t like the idea of a fat old pervert using my daughter!…..Owww!”

    Caramae had kicked him again. “HE’S NOT A PERVERT! He’s a good, decent, kind, loving man!…..JUST LIKE YOU!” She said as she stomped her foot.

    Mrs. Whitaker invited him in. They sat at the table as Mr. Whitaker mercilessly grilled Barry. Inwardly, Barry liked this gruff man. A man who loved his transgendered daughter deeply. Caramae held his hand and yelled at her father when he said something about Barry she didn’t like.

    “YOUNG LADY! GO TO YOUR ROOM AND STAY THERE!” he finally yelled. A sullen, but contrite young lady went to her room.

    “She obviously loves you,” he said grumpily. “She’s just a child, and………well…. Frankly you’re too damned old for her!”

    “My daughter, who’s thirty, says Caramae’s way to young. But she likes your daughter. And likes to see us together. Cara and I have discussed the age difference several times. But I will respect and honor your decision if you refuse to let her see me again.”

    Mr. Whitaker frowned, but sat quietly. Soon he called Caramae back. He and his wife left the room and talked for quite a while. He was still frowning when they came back.

    “You’re a nice fellow, and you obviously care for her….But I don’t want you to see her anymore!”

    “DADDY!!!!” the young tranny screamed and fell to her knees sobbing.

    The look in Mr. Whitaker’s eyes stopped Barry from going to her. Mrs. Whitaker touched her husband’s arm and he nodded, letting Barry pass.

    Barry held the sobbing Caramae and stroked her hair. She leaned into him as he kissed her goodbye. He felt as dead inside as he had when his wife had passed away. Dejected he walked away. As he reached for the truck door, a huge black paw held it shut. He turned and looked up into Mr. Whitaker’s face. He features had softened and he looked to have aged many years.

    “Please, take care of my baby,” he quietly said as he turned away, shoulders slumped.

    As he held Caramae, he said, “I trust you, and I love you.”

    Caramae went to Barry and hugged him tight. She kissed his cheek then returned to her family. Barry smiled sadly, then drove home. He knew she was doing the right thing, but it hurt. He wished her well.

    Cynthia was home when he returned. She held her father as he wept and told her of the day’s event. As they were cleaning up the supper dishes, they heard a VW pull into the driveway. Barry rushed to answer the knock at the door. Caramae stood there with a backpack and a suitcase.

    Smiling she said, “I hope you have room in your closet for my clothes.”

    …………………………………..

    Epilogue

    A year later, Todd smiled as he read the local Free Press. He saw the wedding announcement for Barry and Caramae.

    Good for them!! He thought!

    ………………………………………………

    Walt finished reading my story and snorted.

    “I didn’t know you believed in Fairy Tales”, he commented.

    “Oh….I believe in ‘fairy tails’…. And…happy endings!” I replied as I wiggled my ass in his face.

    He groaned at my lousy pun, then chased me to bed.

    – Angie K.

  • Dark parking lot

    A Dark Parking Lot
    Part-1-of-1

    I connected with a guy named Trevor on craigslist and we met one evening at a nearby parking lot at a nearby strip mall. I got there first and park in a dark area away from the stores. When Trevor pulled up beside me, I got out and joined him and settled into the passenger’s seat of his car. 

    There was enough moonlight that I could see that he was middle aged, in shape and handsome. Trevor was probably around five foot ten, with salt and pepper hair and he was nicely dressed. We started chitchatting and I learned that he was married and wanting to explore his bisexual tendencies in an uncomplicated way. 

    While we talked, I started rubbing his upper thigh to gauge his reaction. When I didn’t get an adverse response to my hand on his thigh, I moved it up a little to see if he was hard yet … he wasn’t. 

    He seemed apprehensive, but who wouldn’t in his position. 

    When I let my hand rest on his crotch, Trevor confessed to me that, “I’m not that big down there.”

    “It’s not important. It really doesn’t matter to me,” I told him. “So relax. Let’s just have fun,” I said as I continued rubbing his thigh.  

    Then I let him pull my t-shirt up to rub my chest and squeeze my nipples. 

    As he continued to caress my chest, Trevor managed to remove my t-shirt and open my fly. 

    Excited, I started to frantically pull at his belt, snap and zipper, anything that was keeping my hands from getting inside his pants. 

    He leaned forward and started to gently flick his tongue across my nipples as his fingers pinching them to rock hard excitement. 

    When his pants were finally undone and his fly opened, Trevor opened his legs, giving me the permission that I wanted and the space I needed to reach inside his pants and feel him up. 

    My hand dove under the waistband of his black Jockey briefs and stopped at his thick patch of soft curls. Trevor had a big mound of curly pubic hair that framed his semi-hard cock. 

    As I felt for his growing hardness, Trevor apologized for not being hard yet. He said, “I’m nervous so it’ll take me a little longer to get ready.” 

    “That’s fine,” I reassured him as I squeezed its length. It felt like he was average size, maybe five inches. I could wait for his full hardness because what I really wanted right then was just below and nestled between his open thighs. 

    I reached deeper into Trevor’s jockeys and gently grabbed a handful of his warm, hairy ball sack. They had a velvety softness that I can’t rightly describe. But the sensation combined with our mutual teasing was enough for me to nearly lose control. 

    I told him, “Lower the back of your seat all the way down.”  

    Once he’d done it Trevor sat up, removed his shirt and then lay back down. 

    He was nearly naked and now sporting a full erection underneath his tented briefs. I tore at his belt and the zipper of his slacks and pulling them down to the floor. 

    We both knew what was coming next. 

    Trevor lifted his hips up off the car seat as I grabbed his waistband of his jockeys with both hands and tugged them down past his hips, stopping midway down his open thighs. 

    The loud slap of his erect cock against his belly when I removed his underwear told me that his nervousness has subsided and that Trevor was completely ready to have another guy bring him to orgasm, a stranger no less.

    The head of his cock just barely extended past the dark black thatch of pubic hair that formed a perfect triangle at the base of his abdomen. Trevor wasn’t big, but his uncircumcised cock was almost as straight as an arrow with the tinniest bit of upward curve.   

    I ran my fingers through his thick bush with one hand and cupped Trevor’s dangling balls with the other. The head around his pee-hole was slightly damp from his pre-cum. He was completely untrimmed, which I liked. It made me feel like I was with a real man, not an effeminate twink. 

    The base of his cock had hair wrapped around the lower part of his shaft and his nut sack was covered in soft fur. 

    The only discovery that remained was the touch, taste and the sensation of Trevor’s drooling cock in my mouth. 

    As I lowered my face down to Trevor’s lap, out of the corner of my eye I saw a woman parking her car about 50-feet away. 

    When she opened her car door and stood up, she was looking right at me. Did she know what I was doing, I wondered. 

    Even standing she couldn’t see anyone else in the car because Trevor was on his back, well out of her line of sight. But who would lower his head to the exact location of the driver’s crotch if he weren’t about to use his mouth for sex? 

    Glancing back over her shoulder, she hurried into the nearest store. 

    Is he sucking a guy’s cock or licking a woman’s pussy was probably the only mystery in her mind. 

    By the time these thoughts raced through my head, I had my face buried deep in Trevor’s lap and his cock head bouncing off the back of my throat. 

    His pre-cum and my saliva mixed to form sticky goo that was accumulating in the back of my mouth. On each upstroke of my bobbing head, I would part my lips slightly to let some of the mixture slide down the shaft of his cock and gather at the bottom of his pubic area. Eventually it would seep on down and settle in my right hand that was cupping his loosely hanging ball sack. 

    Trevor’s balls stopped where his leg met to guard the opening of his anal region. By this time my hand was coated with our sexual wetness so I used the salty mixture to lather the fur hugging his nut sack. Occasionally I would reach under his nut sack to massage his perineum and slide my wet finger into the crack where his legs met. 

    I wanted to tongue fuck his opening so I let go of his wet cock. 

    I put my face between his legs and tried to pry them open wider, but his briefs were stretched tight across his thighs limiting my access. 

    Trevor said, “Ugh … ugh…I’m close. Stop tonguing me and put my cock back in your mouth.”

    My face was wet with our sex. 

    As I came up for air, I saw the woman, back from the store and standing by her car watching. I quickly glanced away and went back to work. 

    Trevor took my head in his hands and guided my mouth back onto his cock. This time he held my head still while he thrust his cock into me, fucking my mouth like it was a pussy. I just closed my lips around his shaft and opened the back of my throat and let him fuck me. 

    After a minute or two of this, Trevor’s grip on my head got tighter and his pumping cock more forceful. His balls stopped slapping his inner thighs as his sac drew his balls tightly against the bottom of his shaft. 

    Trevor’s breathing was rapid and shallow so I knew he was close. 

    Proving I was right, he asked, “Do you want me to cum in your mouth?”

    I shook my head, yes, letting him keep his rhythm. 

    “Oh my God,” he moaned. 

    I immediately forced my face into his lap, against his pumping hips, pinning his ass down to the car seat. As he started his orgasm, he was all the way inside my mouth, the head of his cock past the entrance of my throat without triggering my gag reflex. 

    His pubic hair rubbed against my nose and lips. He was wet and the quasi-chlorine smell of the cum was intense. That combined with the musky smell of sex and perspiration that permeated the air in the car a primal, erotic mixture. I found this so erotic that I continued to press my face down in his lap, feeling each spasm of his approaching orgasm. I kept my head still and waited. Trevor’s hands were still on my head.

    In a flash, Trevor grabbed both hands to my head and I literally saw his balls draw up into his crotch. The he suddenly stiffened all over and cried, “I’m cumming … I’m gonna cum … I’m cumming…fuck!” 

    Then I felt the first jet of thick, hot cum blast into my throat. His cum was salty and sweet and was such a cool sensation to have it sliding down my throat. 

    It was followed by pulsation after pulsation and I felt like my mouth was filling with thick, hot cum. 

    Then again and again, Trevor continued to pump cum into my mouth. 

    Trevor held my head and thrust against my face as I resisted his thrusts but not his cum. 

    Stream after stream after stream of Trevor’s hot gooey cum poured down my throat. Smiling, he kept pumping his cock into me until he was done. 

    I kept him in my mouth until his spasms subsided. He stayed hard the whole time. Finally he said, “I through, so I pulled my head up and let his cock slip out of my mouth.

    He slipped his underwear back on while I was pulling mine off. 

    As I added my underwear to the pile clothes on the floor at my feet, I was completely naked. 

    I lowered my seat down and spread my legs wide, inviting him to do whatever he wanted with me. I was dripping pre-cum in anticipation. 

    Just when he made his move for my crotch, he saw what I’d seen earlier, the woman standing by her car, obviously watching. He was totally spooked and stopped the whole thing. He stammered nervously, “Thanks, you were great, but we gotta go. There’s someone out there watching.” 

    “Hurry,” he said. I quickly put my shirt and jeans on and then asked him for a pen. I wrote my phone number on the waistband of my briefs and tossed them in his lap. I told him, “Call me,” as I stepped out of the car and walked over to mine. 

    When I glanced at her, the mystery woman was smiling knowingly at me as she got in her car. 

    My erection was clearly visible through my jeans as she drove past me on her way out of the parking lot. Stopping and rolling down her window, she said, “My husband likes to have his dick sucked and I like to watch.” 

    As she handed me a business card, she said, “Call me.” Then giving me a little wave, she licked her lips and drove away. 

    As I stood there Trevor pulled past me, staring straight ahead as he sped away.   

    The end …


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  • The Dice Game

    The Dice Game

    I’m Chuck and in March 1999 I was twenty nine years old and had been divorced for five months. I met this eighteen year old girl that I thought looked good. Her name was Christy and she was five foot two and weighs one hundred and fifteen pounds. She has blue eyes and long silky hair that looked reddish in certain light. Her skin was very pale and she has a lot of reddish freckles on her breasts and shoulders. Her breasts were a natural B cup topped with pinkish nipples that got about a half an inch long when she was aroused. She was a shy-sweet, innocent, adorable, chubby little cherubic girl next door type with pouty cupid bow lips and a little round spank-able bottom. She didn’t have any tattoos or piercings and keep her pussy shaved. 

    Christy was from east Texas and had an aunt and a cousin here in central Texas. She was staying with her aunt Melba, who lived half a block from me. Her cousin Grace was my oldest brother’s ex-wife and we met through her. 

    Christy and I dated through December of that year. We had some great sex, but she wanted to move back to east Texas. I didn’t care for a long distance relationship so we split up. 

    I drove up there for Christmas and another cousin of hers, Jennifer and her rode back home with me to see their aunt Mable that was still living down the street from me. 

    We were at my house when my step-brother, John, also twenty nine but six months older than me came by. John was recently divorced as well and lived alone. I was living with my oldest brother Carl at the time. 

    John suggested we go to his house for a mini party. The girls were game so the three us piled into my car and met John at his house. He’d stopped and got some Budweiser for me and him a case of Coors.   

    The four of us were sitting in his living room, drinking beer and watching some DVD he’d rented when John asked, “You all want to play a game?”

    The girls asked, “What game?” 

    So he got out a pair of ‘sex game’ dice. You’ve probably seen them. One has different body parts on it and the other has different actions on it. 

    John told Christy that, “It might be Jennifer and me doing something or you and Chuck doing something. Hell, it might be me and Chuck. Are you OK with that?”

    She said, “Its fine with me if Chuck’s OK with it.”

    I said, “Sure,” since Christy and I were no longer a couple and Jennifer was a slim five foot three, one hundred and twenty pound sexpot with a stunning eighteen-year old body with long exquisitely shaped legs and a perfect pert ass, with long flaming red hair (a true redhead I might add), blue eyes, and a set of pouty red-lips made for sucking cocks. She also had a nice firm pair of 38B’s. I definitely wanted a piece of Jennifer anyway. 

    We decided the rules of the game as we wanted them. 

    If it was your turn to roll, the others said whoever you did whatever to and the dice said what to do. 

    That person then was next to roll. 

    Christy rolled first and we named Jennifer as her first choice. 

    The dice said, ‘kiss’ and ‘knee’ so Christy kissed Jennifer’s knee. 

    After a few rounds it was John’s turn. 

    We chose Jennifer and rolled. The dice said ‘lick’ and ‘lips.’  Jokingly, John mentioned that he wanted to lick a different set of lips than the ones on her face. Undaunted, Jennifer stripped off all her clothes. 

    We all looked at each other, shrugged, and stripped naked too. 

    I couldn’t help noticing the size of John’s cock as he quickly got down and eagerly licked Jennifer’s pussy for a few minutes. 

    After he finished, we talked a little and decided whatever happened that night happened. 

    I was chosen for Jennifer and she rolled. She got ‘kiss’ and ‘head.’

    As everyone watched, she came over to me and kissed the head of my dick. She said, “It didn’t say which head,” and laughed. 

    It was my turn to roll and they chose Jennifer. 

    I rolled ‘rub’ and ‘your choice.’ So naturally I started rubbing her clit. After a little while she was getting wet, so I stopped. 

    Jennifer got Christy, rolled and ‘kiss’ and ‘lips’ came up.  

    Slowly, Jennifer started crawling towards Christy’s wide spread legs. Christy’s eyes were closed, her hands planted firmly on the carpeted floor and her breathing heavy and deep with anticipation. 

    John and I both watched intently as Jennifer moved between her open thighs and began to gently stroke the hot flesh of Christy’s legs. Her hands travelled the length of her long, tapered limbs, down to her feet, massaging her toes softly and then slowly back up tracing gentle patterns with her fingernails. Further up and up Jennifer’s hands travelled until they were on the insides of Christy’s thighs again only inches from her now visible pussy.

    Christy moaned, “Uuuugh,’ out loud as she felt her cousins cool fingers gently pry open her pink, wet lips and slowly stroke her engorged clit. 

    John and I shifted uncomfortably. Christy’s clit wasn’t the only thing around here engorged. We all watched closely as Jennifer’s head began to sink lower and lower between Christy’s open thighs. Christy howled, “Ohmigod,” and I knew that her cousin’s tongue had made contact.

    “Oh…yes….lick me Jen …suck me baby!”

    For a second, Jennifer raised her head and smacked her lips. The broad smile on her face told the whole story. She had obviously been waiting to do this for a long time.

    “Just lie back and enjoy, baby,” cooed Jennifer. 

    And then her head was gone again, buried between Christy’s thighs.  Loud slurping and sucking noises echoed around the room. Christy, it seemed, was finding it tough to keep still. Her head rocked back and forth as she received the exquisite tongue bath that she had been promised for so long. Her hips bounced raising her butt up from the floor and almost presenting her pussy as a gift to her lover. 

    “Oh God, Jennifer, I’m gonna … cum. Oh, God … Yes … yes … yes … YESSSSSSSSSS!”

    As her orgasm ripped through her body, Christy’s hips jumped up and down like a kid on a trampoline. Jennifer had slipped her hands under her cousin’s butt to support her as her face was flooded with fluid.   

    Leaving a trembling Christy, writhing and twitching on the carpet, Jennifer moved back to her place in the circle.

    Stunned, John and I sat there and whispered to each other how we both wanted to have sex with both girls.

    After several more rounds they chose Jennifer and I rolled.  

    I got something like ‘poke’ and ‘any orifice.’ 

    Jennifer was sitting on the couch, laid back into the corner where the arm meets the back of the couch. I asked her, “Can I do whatever I want?” 

    She smiled and said, “I’m game. Do whatever you want.”

    With a dick that had been rock hard virtually since the girls had stripped, I moved forward and without hesitation pulled Jennifer’s legs over my shoulders and sank my hard cock straight into her dripping pussy. I slid inside her with one smooth thrust and enjoyed the feeling as her hot pussy engulfed my cock as it seemed to pull me in. as I thrust into Jennifer she moved her body to meet mine. All that could be heard was our heavy breathing and the slapping noise that our bodies made as we thrust against each other. 

    I pumped in and out just long enough to get her good and aroused and then got off of her. I didn’t want to cum yet because I wasn’t finished playing yet.

    The game went several more rounds and before long I was doing Christy doggy style while she ate Jennifer’s pussy.

    As we played, Christy and Jennifer switched back and forth a time or two. 

    Awe struck, John just sat there with a dumb look on his face, slowly stroking himself. Eventually he went and got his video camera, but the battery was dead. 

    During the last switch, Jennifer grabbed John’s hand and pulled him into the fray. Before it was over we both did both girls that night. 

    We were up pretty late and it was a wild night. 

    I ended blowing more loads in that night than I ever had in one night. 

    The next morning the girls and I went back to my house and had another threesome. 

    After that the girl’s went to Aunt Mable’s house to stay for the rest of the day before they went back home. 

    After lunch I went back over to John’s house. I couldn’t get the sight of his thick cock out of my mind. It didn’t help that he was sitting around naked drinking beer when I got. Still naked he went to the kitchen to get us a beer. As he waked dick swaying back into the room, I couldn’t help staring.

    Sitting down, we talked about the night before. John asked me, “Why did you let me fuck Christy?”

    I told him, “I’ve always known you always wanted to have sex with Christy. Hell, she’s hot as. Any guy would want to fuck her, given the chance. Christy and I had broken up but were planning on one last fling before she went back home. Jennifer was a last minute addition to the trip down here. When the four of us started playing the dice game, the rest just happened.

    There was no way for him not to notice my interest in his cock. Eventually he asked, “Would you like to touch it?”

    When I hesitated, he said, “Jesssus, Chuck it won’t bite you,” as he grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on his cock. I’d never touched another man’s cock before so I was mesmerized by the feel of it. Leaning down so I could see better, I unconsciously started stroking it.

    John let me play for a couple of minutes and then he gently pushed me off the couch and down on my knees. As I watch he took his cock in his hand and stroked it a few times. With his hand on the back of my head, pulling me forward, he said, “Open your mouth.”  

    When the head slipped between my lips, I knew it belong there. It soon bumped the back of my throat. Tightening my lips I backed off until on the head was still in my mouth. My lips still tight on his hard shaft, I started bibbing my head, moving my mouth up and down on his shaft.

    I hadn’t given an thought to the outcome to this or what I was going to do but when John tensed up and groaned, “Ohmigod, Chuck, here it comes,” I didn’t hesitate. I swallowed it like a pro. 

    As he slumped back on the couch in exhaustion and I knelt there with his now flaccid cock in my hand, I don’t think I’d ever seen John look so pleased.
    Kissing the slimy head of his cock, I said, “There’ll be more of those if you want them.”

    In a voice so low I almost couldn’t here, he sighed, “God I hope so.”

    And so began my career as my friend John’s personal cocksucker.

    The end …


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  • What Price Fantasy

    He isn’t tall, but he’s larger than life. He isn’t ripped, but he’s brawny. Like a thoroughbred fighter, Brad is beefy in all the right places: robust thighs, meaty abs, and hands that can break my neck with the force of a nutcracker. His left arm bears a skull and dueling swords tattoo – an imprint of danger – and his head is striking to behold. In its grandness, his head brims with carnal secrets as ancient as sex itself. To glimpse at those secrets is to gaze into eyes the blue of Neptune. To experience those secrets is to feel a cock that inspires the awe… and fear… of a cop baton.

    Brad’s cock – a vein demarcates it; foreskin wraps around the base of a head that glistens with pre-cum; and it craves punk asshole 24/7. Brad knows the power of his cock. He knows the power of pleasure. He works with his body. He’s a bartender, a former forest ranger, a whore, and a porn dude. You’ve seen him. You’ve seen him in jeans and a tank top, chomping on a cigar while ordering a slave boy to lick his boots. You’ve seen him in leather chaps, lying on his back as a muscle asshole pumps the cum out of him. You’ve seen him in army fatigue, in red jock straps, and in jogging shorts. Whatever fantasy action figure Brad embodies, he is no mellow fornicator. He punches as ruthlessly as he fucks. He spits as copiously as he cusses: “Take it, bitch… Nasty ass… Deep in your slut guts…”

    Brad isn’t just empty words. He does what he says. No bull shitter, that one – a bona fide trucker mouth.           

    And that is what intrigues me about Brad. In an era of steroid-manufactured physiques and photo shopped images, here is a man who is raw and real, a man who fucks upon instinct, no holds barred. That he takes pleasure in being filmed proves that he is both unapologetic and proud of his animalism. The more savage his butt plowing, the more potent is his orgasm.

    Man fucking is how Brad expresses his maleness.

    With most porn stars, I am content to jack off to them, holding them in my imagination as nothing more than celluloid anatomies, two-dimensional erogenous zones. I couldn’t have that with Brad. Since I spend dough on his porn, I had to get the real deal. He’s a living and breathing corporeal being after all, not a CGI animation. In this way, Brad is accessible. And his accessibility means that anything with him is possible. So one day I decided to surf for Brad’s e-mail on the internet.

               

    We met in April 2008. Brad flew in from Chicago. He came to San Francisco for a sex party; I was the pre-party favor. We were scheduled to meet at 7:30 that night. As I left the gym an hour before, I called him to confirm our session.                 

    “I want to eat out your ass,” I said.

    “You better work for it,” he said.

    Hearing his voice for the first time on my phone got my adrenaline pumping. He was talking to me. At last, the man of many a man’s fantasies was talking to me and saying the things I wanted to hear. And what a voice – tough, bossy, masculine.

    The plan was that I would leave my front door open. He was to go down the hallway to the last room and there I would be, naked. We would take it from there. The true professional that Brad is, he did not veer from the agenda.

    Brad walked in dressed in a black tank top, black boots against white socks, and army shorts flaunting a bulge. He grabbed my head and spat into my mouth, then raised his arm and shoved my face into his armpit. His armpit was rank, sweaty, as intoxicating as poppers. Giddy with delirium, I unzipped his shorts to allow his penis freedom. At the sight and feel of Brad’s prick, my imagination faltered. Hard penises have never been a shortage in my life, but Brad’s engorged man muscle was something else. This was an ass demolition in the making. My mouth had never stretched wider. My eyes had never teared up so from such gagging. If this was how his dick felt in my head, then what more up my fucking butthole?

    In a second that it took me to catch my breath, Brad was naked. He turned around, propped a leg on the edge of the bed, and bent over.

    “Eat my raunchy ass,” he ordered.    

    Brad’s ass was as round and luminous as two moons. I was lost in a space of white sheets, white walls, and white floor. A TV on a table and a pair of laptops placed on the bed, all of which flickered porn images featuring Brad himself, illuminated the room. But nothing lured me more like a blind man to light than those manly butt cheeks.   

    Brad spread his ass to show off the center of the universe: his butthole. It was dark and smooth. And it was pulsating. None of Brad’s porn had ever shown this element of his talent. The man was a pro in summoning attention with a wink of his bunghole. This was more seductive than a kiss. Those butt lips were daring me to plunge into an abyss of otherworldly promises.  

    His hole tasted of ass sweat and leather, of piss-stained jock strap and meat. 

    “Deeper,” Brad said.  

    He sure as hell was moist and satin smooth up there. My tongue slid inside him with the ease of a serpent.

    “Stick your finger in.”

    His rectal walls clamped around my middle finger. I was literally flipping off Brad up his asshole, falling deep into the core of his being with my fuck you finger. 

    How many years had a fantasized about this? Jacked off to this? How many times had I shot my load to this and then collapsed on my pillow a heap of despondency because what had just transpired was all in my head? Now, no more. I was finger fucking and tongue fucking the alpha male of my desires. Brad was flesh and blood, cock and ass, sweat and spit. I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t imagining. Everything that was happening was an act of base instinct. I was breathing in Brad’s inner male heat as my oxygen. I was sucking up his butt scum and sweaty balls as my sustenance.         

    Brad was my life support.     

    He stood upright and turned to face me. I remained on my knees. Brad’s cock was palpitating, starving for butthole attention. “Get on the bed so I can fuck you,” Brad said.         

    I got on my fours. Porn scenes of Brad playing on the laptops dominated my vision: he was nailing a trailer boy on a pool table; he was manned up in construction gear while piston fisting a man hog; he was hammering his pole into a wall of male asses lined up for his taking. My hole for the first time was feeling what those bottoms he was abusing on screen were feeling. Brad’s penis sent me into orbit for an infinite cycle around the sun. No other part of my body existed. The only sensation was of a giant inside me, pummeling in and out, prodding around, bludgeoning the innards up my anal passage and beyond. Liver, heart, brain, appendix – all of that ceased to be. I ceased to be.        

    Brad had so invaded the essence of my existence that I had become his cock.         

    “Fuck!” I yelled. “Fuck!” I kept yelling. What else could I yell? Say? How else could I express what I was feeling, what had become of me?    

    “You got that right, faggot,” Brad said.          

    I shut my eyes. Brad’s butt bashing coupled with his man odor and bodily secretions on my face plunged me into myself, deep into the spots of my interiors that he was ravaging. I was imploding. I once read that Brad had grown up in a mid-western farm town, that he had been a forest ranger before finding his calling as a porn star whore who moonlights as a bartender. Since then, I had been obsessed with knowing how this red neck, white trash farm stud fucks guy butt.    

    Now I knew.  

    I sucked on the finger I had rammed inside Brad. I envisioned his manhole, that irresistible orifice. I envisioned his pissing in his tight 501’s. The wet spot on his crotch was expanding to his thighs. He guzzled down more beer from a bottle. Beer wet his black goatee. His stallion urine continued to gush out of that dick now ripping apart my crap chute. I envisioned him naked save for his boots, lying on a rock and jacking off while fingering his greasy porn hole. He was raising his legs in the air to show off his rectum, then ejaculating on his Smokey ranger hat while sniffing his own scent and licking his own taste off his fuck finger. He ejaculated hard. His butthole spasmed upon each mountain-high squirt of wad. I envisioned…

    “You want it?” Brad asked with a meanness that demanded only one answer.         

    “Yes,” I said.  

    “You want it?”

    “Fuck, yeah. Please give it to me. Way up inside me.”         

    I held onto Brad’s hands. We were thrashing back and forth on the bed like a rocket hurtling toward the moon.

    Brad emitted a cry as his sex fluids surged forth a flood from a broken dam. Jism smoldered in my bowels and splattered out of me. Brad didn’t stop fucking. He didn’t stop coming. He didn’t stop grunting.      

    He didn’t stop.           

    “Be one with me, Brad,” I whimpered. “Be one with me. Be one. Be one.”

    One final gasp. At last, Brad crashed on top of me and wrapped his arms around me. His perspiration coalesced with mine. His breath heated the nape of my neck.

    “Stay in me,” I pleaded, soft as a prayer. “Don’t let go. Be one with me. Don’t let go.”

    His dick was still hard. My butt lips could feel his shaft thumping as he unleashed his last drops. He tightened his hold of me. His breathing filled my head.

    We were melting as one.

                                                

     Brad had me stand beside him in front of a full-length mirror. It was as if he were seeing me for the first time. He shoved a finger up my ass to feel the wreckage he had caused.        

    “Is this why you work out? So that you can get fucked all the time?”     

    Brad and I stand almost at equal height. I am not a small guy either. Guys tell me I’m muscular. But in the wake of his dynamite fuck, Brad at that moment could have been ten feet tall.           

    “Yes,” I said. “I work out so that you will want to screw me. Again and again.”

    He inserted another finger into me, then another. Brad’s fingers up my butt serving as a cork to prevent his cum from spilling out; his alpha spunk, like blood, rushing to my head and pumping my heart; his sweat bronzing my body – how could I not enslave myself to this man?

    There Brad stood beside me, shoulder to shoulder, head to head, yet how far larger he appeared. In the mirror his blue orbs were as mystifying as unchartered territories; his workman’s body was a missile of semen; his head was ever grander with other secrets I had yet to discover.         

    There Brad claimed his possession of me one more time, my heaven and hell, my fire and ice. He replaced his fingers with his penis. His penis elicited from me a praise to the All Mighty. His pounding threw me into a bottomless pit of profanities. And though his steaming man seed was burning anew inside of me, try as I did to hold on to Brad, he was as elusive as snow melting upon the first sunrise of spring.     

    Just as suddenly as Brad had stepped into my room and entered my body, he was gone.

        

           

    But not forever.

    Brad moved from the Windy City to the City by the Bay in 2011. Since then I have been soliciting his services as often as once a month. “You have a nice ass,” he has told me. “You’re fun… You’re crazy…”     

    Crazy is right. The guy loves to plow the brains out of me. The more I lose my senses, my pride, and my self-respect, the more his man whore dick grows monstrous. He likes it best when I’m on my fours. That way he can feel his balls slapping against my asshole.      

    “Your ass looks nice like that,” he always says. “Your ass feels so hot.”      

    Once, I was yelling so loud that the windows could have cracked. I arched my back. I spread my legs further apart to ease the cramps on my thighs. This caused my butt to jut up as though it were begging Brad to rip me open till the end of time. Amid my tortured yells, I pleaded, “Spare me, Brad. Take a break. Please.”          

    “You sure?” he asked. “You feel too fuckin’ good.”        

    His voice coming from above me was like the voice of God.          

    “Yes. Please. Break.”      

    “No fuckin’ way, pig. You better take it if you want your money’s worth.”         

    “Yes, Brad. Yes.” How could I deny the command of a man I worship?       

    My obedience must have pleased Brad because after a train ride of butthole slamming, he released himself from me and sat upright against the headboard in front of me. His ramrod was glistening with his pre-spooge and my butt juice. The look on his face was a fusion of revulsion and delight.       

    “Get over here,” Brad said.           

    I slid in between his legs. “Yes, Brad,” I said.           

    I deep throated Brad’s cock.        

    Brad stroked my hair.         

    I nibbled on his balls.       

    He raised his legs.      

    I lapped up his shithole.       

    He caressed my back.      

    As I caught my breath, I said, “You know, you can be a really nice guy at times.”           

    “Don’t tell anyone,” Brad said.         

    It has gotten to be that with each fuck, Brad reveals a tid bit of himself: he is devoted to a boyfriend of many years porn hot as he; he keeps to himself at the gym; and if he is prone to silence, then that’s because he’s more shy than stuck up.      

    Brad can be all giving, too. Almost. On one occasion, Brad nearly declined his fee. “You don’t have to…” But he said no more. And on a couple of occasions, he let me kiss him, but no more after that.           

    Even so, Brad is a nice guy, more than nice – he’s goddamn amazing – though I’m not to tell anyone. Neither am I to kiss him nor am I to love him.           

    Still, I need to believe that Brad’s genuine moments – his personal revelations and gestures of affection – are hints of a friendship in embryo. I need to believe that something real and lasting can transcend the ephemerality of a fantasy, that his hunger for me isn’t a mere act he puts on in exchange for cash.

    Any time outside of the bedroom that I chance upon Brad, I try to glimpse at emotions that lurk beneath his image. At the gym or in the Castro, at a bar or on the subway, I give him a hug and plant a peck on his cheek. Brad smiles, eyes aglow and all teeth. He hugs me back. He pats my behind. In a voice that’s both gruff and endearing, he says, “Good to see ya.”

    He might mean it. He might not. Maybe I’ll never know.


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  • The Lawyer

    The Lawyer

    I did my best to hide my new gender identity from my parents. I loved them dearly, but they were very traditional. My father was half Vietnamese and my mother was a Russian immigrant. I was afraid they wouldn’t understand. I wasn’t sure I understood the changes I was experiencing.

    I was nearly nineteen when they died. When I went to their funerals, I went as my male persona. They’d left me some money and I was able to make the leap to being a woman full time. I felt liberated and uninhibited.

    I frequently visited their graves as ‘Angie’ and tried to explain myself to them. Obviously, I carried a lot of guilt. I always wore black on my visits to their grave-sites.

    One particular visit, the weather was dark and gloomy, hinting of rain. The weather suited my mood. I’d been there over an hour. I’d already cried myself out. Since Dave was away, I had no one for company and dreaded returning to my apartment.

    I heard Russian being spoken behind me. Mom made me learn to speak it, but I never learned to read or write it.

    “Niki.”. (Only my aunt and uncles called me that.)

    I turned and saw my uncle Nikolai. I was suddenly afraid. Nikolai was my favorite uncle. Ultra conservative. Would he condemn me?

    He drew me into his arms and hugged me. I started crying again.

    “I’m sorry I couldn’t attend the funerals. Sometimes, visas are hard to get.”

    He held me out at arms length, smiling as he looked me over. “Anna (my mom) always wanted a girl. I know she would have liked how you turned out. You are a lovely young lady.”

    I must have looked confused.

    “Anna and Brian knew. They just wanted you to tell them when you were ready. I know she was going to tell you she knew, but death took her all too soon.”

    I leaned into Nikolai and wept openly. All that time I lost, hiding. I vowed never to hide again.

    Uncle Niki said he’d be in town a few weeks before returning to Leningrad. He wanted to see me often while he was here. Uncle Sergei would come see me in another couple of weeks.

    ……………………………………….

    I received a letter from my father’s lawyer. He needed to meet with me to discuss my parents’ estate. I’d met him before the funeral in my Andrew persona. For this meeting, I chose to go as Angie. My meeting with my uncles gave me the confidence to live as I chose.

    I dressed conservatively. I looked like a gangly teenage girl. Unfortunately, I must have looked helpless, too!

    The lawyer was smooth and sophisticated. His flattery soon went to my head.  As he escorted me out after the first meeting, his hand lingered on my lower back, a little to close to my bottom. I felt a delicious little thrill.

    We met again the following week. He was a little more open in his desire for me. And…I was aroused by his desire. He leaned back against his desk as he talked, studying me. I must have been staring at his crotch too much, he unzipped and pulled out his cock.

    I knelt before him and took it into my mouth. I took my time and gave him a slow blowjob. His moans encouraged me and when he came, I swallowed most of the load. A little had dribbled down my chin. I wiped it up with a finger and licked it clean while I looked into his eyes. I was still new to this and didn’t recognize the calculating look in his eyes.

    We didn’t settle anything and scheduled another meeting the following week.

    The next week, I wore something a little more casual to the meeting. I ended up sucking him again. And, again, I licked my finger clean. This time, the lawyer suggested I lean over his desk. I knew what was about to happen. He raised my skirt and pulled down my panties. Soon he was working a moistened finger into my asshole. I moaned encouragingly.

    He worked two more fingers into me, loosening me up. He lined his cock in and pushed it in roughly. It hurt, but I kept quiet. He’d withdraw slowly, then ram back into me balls deep. He barely reached the end of my channel. He fucked me for about five minutes before unloading into me. He handed me a tissue to clean myself and then leaned back for me to suck him. I spent about twenty minutes sucking him before he grabbed my head and forced me to deep throat him. I gagged as his cum filled my throat. 

    We finished the meeting with him telling me he wanted to bring in an associate the next visit since there were problems with the will. Suddenly, I realized I was being used, and would probably continue being used, then be told the estate was empty when they tired of me. I had visions of several of the associates sharing me in the weeks to come. One would fuck my mouth while another plowed my ass. I envisioned being gang banged by the whole group.

    I told Uncle Niki about the run-around, but not about being fucked. He would have either let me solve things on my own, or kill the lawyer. Neither prospect appealed to me.

    The lawyer and his associate was very surprised when my two uncles arrived with me. My uncles listened patiently as the two lawyers explained how complicated my parents’ estate was. 

    Uncle Niki got up and left the room, while Uncle Sergei quietly stared at the two lawyers. The lawyer wanted to reschedule, but Sergei only stared. Nikolai returned with another attorney. This one handled my uncle’s American interests. He told the others he was now handling my case. I left shortly with a sizable check.

    Uncle Niki recommended I meet with his lawyer to help set up a trust fund. Since this attorney speedily resolved my issue, I made an appointment for the following month.

     I showed up a little early and sat in the waiting area. I wore a shorter dress this time. Since, I hadn’t yet started hormone therapy, I had no breasts to speak of. I stuffed tissues in my bra. I flirted with a couple of old men who were awaiting their appointments. It felt good to have a man look at me with mild longing, and approval.

    When I met with my new attorney, I sat with my legs crossed, my short skirt giving him a view of my shapely legs. I was curious whether or not he’d try to take advantage of me. I might let him…….. Once!

    He never looked up. “I have daughters older than you! Now behave yourself!” He said.

    Suitably chastened, I uncrossed my legs and became a respectable young woman, listening carefully to his suggestions. I left very satisfied I was now in excellent hands.

    As I left, he patted my bottom, “If I wasn’t your attorney, I’d love to bend you over my desk like your previous lawyer.”

    I kissed his cheek and left smiling at the compliment he’d paid me!

     

  • Birthday Gang-Bang

    A few years ago when I was still married my ex-wife Barbara and I decided to add a little spice to our already hot sex life. We’d been swingers now for about a year. In that year we hadn’t done much other than full swap. Barbara had been wanting to have an mfm three some for some time now. I knew her birthday was coming up, so I decided to search and find a guy that would fit the description of what she wanted. Her birthday was in less than a week before I found someone that I knew she would like. 

    Harold and I worked together and he and his wife Donna were members of a small group our age that socialized together. She openly filtered with him and was disappointed because I wasn’t attracted to his wife Donna. She wasn’t fat but was a little heavy for my taste. Donna was out of town for a week so he more than happy to help me with Barbara. Even more than happy since he hadn’t cummed for three days.

    Barbara was wearing a tight fitting and floor length sequin dress with a slit up the side that went to her mid-thigh with thin spaghetti straps holding it on her alabaster shoulders when I took her out to Ruth Chris Steak House for her birthday. After a nice steak dinner I told Barbara that I had a surprise for her. 

    Because it added an extra measure of smuttiness to the mix we went to one of those sleazy by the hour motels on North West Highway in Kennedale where we used to go when we were younger.  I’d already told the other guy, Harold what time to show up. We arrived and started off with a little foreplay. Stepping closer, I cupped her face between my hands and stroked her cheeks with my thumbs. I bent my head and brushed my lips across hers.

    That first kiss was light and questing. The next one was firm and questing. Barbara gasped and quickly lifted her face up to me again. Her eyes remained open because they were greedy to look at me as I kissed her again. This time my mouth opened over her lips, urging them apart. When she complied, we tasted each other. When our tongues touched a circuit was completed causing nerve ending to pop and hissed like live wires.

    I pulled her against me. My hands caressing her through her clothes. My eager and curious hands moved over her. They explored the shallow valley of her spine, her hips, her thighs…the backs, sides, and fronts of them.

    Barbara made a startled, “Ugh,” sound when I spread my hand possessively over her shapely bottom.  I didn’t remove my hand, though I did raised my head and looked down into her face with an unspoken question in my eyes. She was panting through parted, moist lips. Her eye lids fluttered open and she grazed up at me. Then she tilted her body forward, pushing her bottom back and filling the hollow of his palm with her mound.

    We both groaned with the delicious pain of desire. I stroked her, petted her and pressed, seeking the source of her heat.  

    I laid my hands on her shoulders and slowly pushed the thin straps off her shoulders. My fingertips glided down her throat and over her collarbone. She threw her head back and I kissed her neck. My mouth was open, hot and fiercely possessive.

    Reaching behind her back, I slowly pulled down the zipper. As the zipper reached the top of her ass, she let the dress fall to her waist. She wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Self-consciously she raised her hands to cover herself, but I grabbed her wrists and gently drew her hands away from her gorgeous breasts. Her breasts were topped with light-toned pink nipples.

    “No, please,” I whispered as I stared at her beautiful breasts… pale and small but firm, almost perfectly spherical and capped dusky rose color areolas and nipples. “You’re beautiful.” 

    Captivated, I watched the fluid movement of Barbara’s breasts as she withdrew her arms from her tight sleeves. I touched her so lightly that I was barely touching her at all as I framed her breasts between my hands.  Then I slid my hands down the undersides of her arms all the way to her wrists. Closing my fingers around her wrists, I raised her hands and folded them together around my neck.

    I held her close, skin to alabaster skin. For a moment that was enough. But then our mutual sighs of pleasure became ragged with need. I gently squeezed and kneaded both breasts with both hands and then ran my thumbs over the hard nipples. I lifted one to my mouth and was soon doing a nice job of gentle caressing, soft squeezing and with my lips pulling on her nipples causing her to moan, “Ummmmm,” from time to time. 

    1 started to suck on my Barbara’s breasts, making loud slurping noises and sucking sounds as I alternated between the two.

    Desire pumped through her with every tugging motion of my mouth. When I unbuckled her belt and eased her dress down over her hips, her only protest was that I wasn’t doing it quickly enough. The sequin dress pooled around her feet and she stepped out of the glittering heap wearing nothing but black lace panties, sheer beige stockings and a pair of high-heeled sandals that did nothing more than to extenuate her sexy legs.

    My hand moved up and I tangled my fingers in her cloud of blonde hair, pulling her mouth to mine. I kissed her deep, sucking on her lower lip, searing her mouth with a long thong-thrusting kiss. Lifting her against me, I moved her to the bed. As I watched her recline back on the bed I stripped off my clothing. As I stepped out of my pants my hard cock sprang into view. I was very proud of it. It was long and very thick with well-proportioned purple head that glistened with pre-cum and a maze of thick veins. It was no secret that I wanted her. I’d been rock hard virtually since we’d first walked through the motel room door. Naked and marvelously virile, I levered himself down beside her.

    Passion and tenderness gave way to heated lust, both our bodies screaming for satisfaction and release as I kissed Barbara’s milky white body. She shivered with anticipation as I sensuously ran my tongue up and down her body, finally stopping at her pussy. 

    I wanted to make sure she got hers first so my free hand was all over her body, squeezing her erect nipple, as I slid a finger between her pink lips and into her pussy. As I gently fingered her Barbara wantonly spread her legs to allow me more access. I push her back on the bed and buried my face in her pussy. I slowly licked the outline of her wet lips, just barely brushing her hard clit at the top of each stroke. With my two index fingers I pulled her delicate pink lips open and run my tongue deep inside, now stroking her clit with each rapid light strokes. With a long stroke. I slide two fingers deep inside her pussy.  Now I could finger while I drove her crazy with attention to her sensitive clit. 

    I work my way down further along her pussy, venturing on down to her ass, teasing that sweet little rosebud with my tongue and another finger. I had three fingers inside her like she was a bowling ball…two in her wet pussy and one in her ass. I fuck her hard and deep with all of them. I have returned to her clit and work it with my tongue and mouth, sucking and licking until bucking and squirming, she squirted all over my face.

    Sated for a few minutes, she decided to shower before we would started fucking. I told her that I’d meet her in the shower. 

    Harold was sitting in my car waiting for my phone call.

    After I gave him our room number, I left the door ajar before I jumped in the shower with Barbara. 

    Going to my knees, I parted her lips and started to eat her pussy some more and lick her asshole. Barbara quivered with every stroke of my tongue as she moaned, “Oh yes…eat me,” with pleasure. Pulling me to my feet, we kissed. Our lips met and ignited our bodies in flames. Our lips and tongues danced to each other’s passions.  

    Breaking the kiss Barbara leaned over and slowly took my soft cock in her mouth. I let out an, “Aaaaahhhh,” as it started to rapidly grow. She started to slowly lick the head and tongued around the head and flick the corona, my cock dancing and flexing with each flick of her tongue.   

    Warm water cascading on to the back of her head, Barbara went to her knees and encircled the head with her lips and slowly inch by inch took my approximately seven uncut inches into her mouth down to my balls. I out another, “”Ooooh yesss,’ grabbed the back of her head and started moving my hips and fucking her mouth while, “Oh god yeah…suck me…suck my fucking dick.”   

    As she obliged me my cock got as stiff as a lead pipe in her mouth. Arching my hips, I held her head and buried my cock to my balls in her mouth and held it there for a short savouring the warmth and moisture of her mouth. Relaxing my grip slightly, I backing off and then plunged back into her mouth. This slow but steady rhythm went on for a good 4 or 5 minutes much to my surprise and delight because I was so horny I thought I would blow my load quickly.  

    My moans got louder and my pumping got more erratic.  Then the head of my cock started to swell, signalling that I was about to blow.   

    “Oh shit, here it is. I’m cumming. Oh god, I’m cummmmmming,” I screamed but it was more of announcement than a warning.    

    When I started quivering, I held her head as I pushed my cock deeper in her mouth. I felt a thick warm blast of cum hit spew into her mouth. I held her head still and arched my hips and pushed my cock into her mouth and held still as I felt my balls unloading in her mouth. I could feel the swell and flex of each shot and counted six squirts and then a warm flow that Barbara was unable to swallow. She choked and choked. Cum was dripping down her face, splashed in her eyes and a shot went in her hair. 

    As I lead Barbara from the shower, I picked up a towel and started drying her shoulders and worked my way down her back. Putting my arms around her, I dried her breasts and stomach. Kneeling down, I toweled off her legs and feet. As she stood there I run my tongue up the inside of her leg, almost to her wet lips. She was trembling a little at the sensation, and even more as my tongue started tracing the inside of her thigh.

    Chuckling I stood up and led her out of the bathroom and much to Barbara surprise, there stood Harold ready to tend to her needs. She gasped and turned to me. I simply replied, “Surprise.”
    .
    Harold was a late-thirties, wiry, a descent looking middle class white-bread married man and father with two grade school ages boys and a thick eight inch cock. Barbara was so surprised that she didn’t know what to do first. I told her, “well, he’s still dressed, so help the man out of his clothes and then do what comes naturally. 

    I wrapped a towel around my waist, took a seat and simply watched for the first thirty minutes. 

    Barbara ran her hands up and down his arm, touched his face and all over his body through his shirt, feeling of him as if she couldn’t believe he was really there. 

    She started unbuckling his belt and when she saw the girth of his cock through the material of his pants. I can see her eyes glaze of with lust and her mouth literally water as she impatiently unzipped his pants. She sighed and looked back at me. I asked her, “You like?”

    Like a good little slut she smiled and rapidly nodded her head. She clenched his hard cock in her hand and ordered him to lay down on the bed. She looked over at me once again and at Harold and then said, “I want you two to fuck me and make me your bitch all night long”. 

    Kneeling between his legs, Barbara leaned down and licked his cock. Laughing, Harold started slapping her face with it. She got tired of teasing Harold and started sucking his cock and stroking it with both her hands. I couldn’t believe it; my wife was sucking another man’s cock. There she was on the bed in front of me happily gobbling his rock hard cock. She was moaning softly and making wet slurping sounds as she pumped her mouth up and down on his thick shaft. Her hands danced sensuously up his legs until her hands cradled his balls. Barbara wasn’t just suck cock; she was making a serious production of it.  She was making these sexy little murmurs, like a kid does when eating ice cream. As she stared up at his face, she chewed the head of his cock with her lips. Goddamn! I’d only seen blowjobs like this in really good porno.

    Excited I jumped on the bed and got behind her and ate her pussy making her squirt all over the place. 

    Harold couldn’t take it anymore. I thought I was going to cum just from watching him, but Harold beat me too it. He did cum and did he ever? Barbara was staring in surprise with her eyes wide open. The first gob of hot cum shot out and landed in her eye.  The next shots hit her on the cheek, chin, lips and forehead, spattering her face with quite the cum shower. This was one of the most erotic sights that I’ve ever seen. He must have shot for a full minute before the shower ended. By the time Harold had finished, Barbara’s hair and face was a mess of cum.

    It took Barbara me a couple of minutes to recover. She sort of slumped down on the bed, panting and moaning as if she was the one who’d just had the giant orgasm,

    We were a collection of entwined arms and legs as we collapsed spent into each other’s arms. Somehow, I wound up with Barbara’s pussy resting on my thigh as we recouped our lost energy. As I lay there watching the delicate lips of her pussy pulsing slightly with the rhythm of her breathing, I couldn’t resist gently blowing in it. Barbara giggled as my warm breath made her quiver.    
    .
    After kissing my way up her thigh, I was unable to resist flicking out my tongue out and gently caressed her slit. Moving up, I covered Barbara with my body. She struggled for a second, but when I started kissing and nibbling her neck, she calmed down. I cupped her firm breasts and kneaded them gently, her suddenly hard nipples rubbed against my palms.    
    .
    We kissed and Barbara forced her tongue in my mouth. For some reason, kissing Barbara after she’d just given me and in this case Harold too, a blowjob reminded me of the way that my mother use to smell and taste when she’d tuck me in and kiss me goodnight when I was little. Now I know what that white sticky goo on her lips was.
    .
    Our kiss seemed to make her skin get hotter by the second as my tongue caressed the puff pink lips of her fresh fucked pussy. As I separated the moist lips of her cum filled pussy the taste increased and so did her moans. Barbara was so turned on, gasping and moaning uninhibitedly as she withered sensuously all over the bed.  Talking explicitly, telling me how great it was having my mouth on her pussy.

    Enthusiastically I licked her throbbing clit until Barbara was screaming in ecstasy. She bucked wildly while holding onto my head in a fit of total sexual pleasure. Reclining back on the bed, she spread her legs as wide as she could in an attempt to give me better access to her pussy. Backing off, I lovingly ran my tongue along her milky white flesh, licking the crease where her legs connected to her torso. Then I moved back softly kissing the moist flesh of her womanhood, then running my tongue up and down the length of her slit.

    Barbara moaned and spread her legs wider as I licked ever higher onto her pussy, teasing it gently for a moment before retreating. Moaning, she reached down and stroked my hair and gently caressed the muscles of my neck as I blew ever so softly on her clit, a sensation that brought her even closer to an orgasm. I took the little nub between my lips and sucked on it gently, the sensation causing Barbara to moan again. As I pulled back and releases my suction, I started using my amazing tongue in a way Barbara claims only I can, sometimes quickly, other times slower, moving it vertically or making slow, lazy circles around her clit while working a finger inside of her and penetrating deeply. I moved it in and out in the rhythm of my tongue was moving against her clit. I

    Barbara moaned at the feelings swelling in her body, and as they intensify her body shook with an earth shattering orgasm. Writhing on the bed, Harold and I could hear her moan as I continued to work on her, kissing me, licking me, stroking

    We were exhausted but Barbara still insisted on keeping us both hard. As we stood in front of her as she shoved both our cocks in her mouth. Then she took turns sucking our balls and stroked us. She really got into it. She would suck one of our balls into her mouth and roll it around. Then she’d shift to the other and do the same thing. She was use to my tight balls so got really excited by Harold’s low hung balls. She had him stand straddle over her face and dangle them in her mouth.

    Barbara got up off her knees once we were hard again and got on all fours on the bed. In a very sexy/slutty tone she said, “Chinese handcuffs boys”. 

    When I stood in front of her Barbara wrapped her delicate fingers around my cock and started to slowly stroking it. She stroked it a few times and then leaned over and guided it into her mouth. I watched as the head disappeared between her lips and then as those lips wrapped around my shaft. Holding her head I slide my cock in and out then reach down and pinch one of her nipples, as her nipple hardens I increase my movements.  She gasped when I rammed my cock in her mouth. I grabbed her by her hair and watched as her eyes teared up with every stroke. My cock was going down her throat so deep my balls were banging against her chin and she was gagging,

    Meanwhile Harold was taking care of business on the other end. Fucking that pussy and spanking her tight little butt. Leaving livid crimson finger on her alabaster skin. 

    We fucked her until we both cummed inside her. She swallowed my cum but Harold’s seeped out of her slit and oozed down her leg.

    Rolling off the bed, Harold stumbled weak kneed and limp dick flopping to the bathroom. The door was ajar so we could hear when he started pissing. He must have really needed to go because his piss made a loud splashing sound hitting the water in the commode.  

    When he came out I was on my back with my feet up by the pillows and my head hanging over the foot of the bed. And Barbara was lying with her head on my belly. It was her turn next. When they past half way to the bathroom, I was surprised to see from my upside down position that he had an erection again.

    As Harold walked up to the bed our eyes met. We both suddenly knew just what the other wanted. Not saying a word, Harold reached out and I let him move me to where he wanted. Then he stepped closer, almost but not quite straddling my face so that his balls rested on my forehead and his thick, fat cock rested on my lips and nose. “Now I’m going to fuck that smart mouth of your good,” he whispered.   

    Lifting his hips a little, Harold guided the head to my mouth. I moaned and my nostrils flared as his cock slipped between my lips and into my mouth. Pushing his hips, he eased slowly and gently forward, pushing on even when I gagged a little. But I noticed in this position the gagging sensation soon passed and he was able to keep going until I felt his balls on my nose.  

    Harold leaned forward over me, his hands on the bed on either side of my hips, and my hands rose instinctively to his chest, finding his nipples and toying with them. “Oh yeah, that’s a good slut,” he moaned. Then he started rocking his hips slowly. I was so turned on I thought I’d pass out, this married man using my mouth the way I’d used Barbara pussy countless times.  

    Harold fucked my face slow at first, but every 4th or 5th stroke letting the pace quicken a little. The only discomfort I felt was in my jaws and lips stretching around the thickness of his cock, but I barely noticed because he just kept fucking and fucking and fucking.  .My fingers clamped lightly on his nipples, at first anyway. I soon noticed that the harder I pinched the faster Harold fucked and god I loved it. When I started twisting them, he pounded my slut mouth like a jackhammer, his balls slapping and bouncing off my eyes and nose as he used me for his pleasure. My thoughts were broken only momentarily when he growled, “You ready for my cum, slut?” I did my best to nod, but I think he got the message because I felt and saw his balls draw up tight, his thrusts became shorter and harder, his spit-slicked cock seeming to grow and throb even more.  

    Harold cried out, pulling back so that only the head was past my lips as he cummed. I was sucking like a greedy bitch as his thick, hot cum erupted into my mouth. So much hotter, so much thicker, so much sweeter than I expected…so delicious. I tried and tried to swallow it all, but inevitably some of it leaked out around the sides of my lips and oozed over my cheeks. 

    With a final shiver Harold finished and then pulling back, leaving me laying there with my jaws slightly sore, my stomach full of his cum and me scooping up the trickles with my fingers and licking them clean hungrily.

    By the time Barbara got out of the bathroom Harold and I were dressed, waiting for her so we could take her to breakfast. As far as I know she never found out Harold had fucked face and cummed in my mouth. Not then or the times that followed.

    The end…


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