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  • A Weekend Filled with New Experiences visiting Robert

    It had been almost two full months since I had met Robert while visiting California and spending five days learning to be submissive. It had been a great trip and full of new experiences for me. But, I arrived back home and between Corporate life and my crazy schedule most of it was lost. I was back to being in a business suit six to seven days a week and in the boardroom in full control of a team covering three continents and over 50k team members.

    I had talked to Robert on the phone a few times briefly and he was really looking forward to seeing me. I also always felt butterflies when we spoke and finally agreed to take a few days off and to meet. I was booking my travel to leave New York late on Thursday evening and to fly directly to the resort Robert booked in Upstate Washington. I would stay with him until Sunday and then leave Vancouver and fly to my next stop in Tokyo for a round of meetings. As I packed a few business casual items for the weekend I came across the sealed box labeled “Tammy” and smiled.

    I opened the box and inside was lingerie, a few dresses and several pairs of shoes. I pulled out one of the pairs of panties and pulled them on and looked in the mirror laughing at how bad they looked on me. My legs, torso and pubes had grown a full thick new crop of dark black hair and I no longer could ever have been mistaken to be a lady regardless of what I wore.

    After putting the box back in the closet and packing I lay in bed thinking about Robert. He still referred to me as Tammy. As I drifted off to sleep I decided once I got out of town and checked into my motel late Thursday before meeting Robert on Friday I was going to bring Tammy back out for him. Thursday morning before my car arrived I emptied the box of Tammy’s clothing into a carryon and stuck it in the trunk with my other luggage.

    Thursday was a hectic day and I barely made it to LaGuardia to catch my flight. The flight was full and delayed so I didn’t get into Vancouver until late. I was ready for bed by the time I arrived but got a bottle of wine and decided to make sure Tammy was available when Robert arrived in the morning to pick me up. I laughed as I got ready and shaved thinking I must have lost my mind. But, after an hour and several razors I now stood in the mirror and outside of my head was completely hairless and smooth. I laid out a sexy pair of skimpy panties and a matching bra along with a pair of heels and a sexy short sun dress to wear in the morning and went to bed.

    I woke up early due to being accustomed to Eastern time and still had several hours before Robert would arrive. I suddenly remembered makeup and nails and hurriedly dressed and took a taxi to a 24 hour CVS where I was able to get everything I needed to complete my transformation. Back near the hotel I even was able to pick up a blonde wig which would set my transformation off. After showering, putting on my makeup, painting my toes and nails and fixing my hair Robert had been waiting in the lobby for me for over 30 minutes. Looking in the mirror I could not believe it was me, the dress, the wig, the makeup had me looking fabulous as a lady. I was nervous and scared as I went down to the lobby to meet Robert finally.

    Robert was sitting on a coach on his cell phone talking business when I walked up and  stood beside him. It took him a moment to look up but he recognized me and told his caller he had to run, he jumped up and hugged me deeply saying “Tammy, it is so great to see you again and you look absolutely amazing.” I gave him a kiss and we hugged again while he sent for my bags and we walked to his waiting car. We engaged in small talk about the passed time as we waited while the bellman placed my bags in the car and Robert instructed the driver to go. Robert asked what kind of clothes I had brought along and I told him I had actually packed very light with this dress and a few pairs of undergarments. He said he wanted to take me out to a very nice place and I needed a semi-formal dress for the occasion and instructed the driver to a shopping area.

    At the shopping center there was a cluster of several very high end nice boutique stores and Robert took me inside one of the dress shops. He picked out several very nice dresses and had me try them each on and come out and model them each for him. The salespeople were very professional and nice but I wondered if any of them had any idea I was a man as they attended to me and my outfits. Robert selected two dresses he liked and had them ring them up. One was just above the knee and suitable for being out at a nice place. The other was a very slinky tight fitting dress that just barely covered my ass and was open on each side completely. I was not sure how I would work a bra or falsies and panties were definitely out with this design. From the dress shop Robert took me shopping for some very nice and super sexy panties and lingerie before we headed back to the car with Robert’s driver toting along an armful of bags filled with my new female clothing.

    Back in the car Robert kissed me deeply and told me how incredibly sexy he thought I was. For the remainder of the 25 minute trip to the resort Robert and I made out as he fondled me. He had his hands up under my dress and had my panties pulled aside and was teasing my cock which was now rock hard. I was not sure what the driver could or could not see but I am sure he was getting a show in the rear view mirror of the SUV. With the action I wanted to unfasten Robert’s pants and go down on him but he stopped me each time I tried to unclasp his belt or pull his zipper down. Once we pulled into the resort I tried in vain to get my hard cock back into the very tiny and delicate panties and finally just pulled my dress back down and adjusted myself the best I could. Fortunately the dress was not tight fitting and it seemed to conceal my cock from sticking out drawing unwanted attention.

    Robert checked us in and we were followed upstairs by a bellman. Once in the room he unpacked my bags of new items and Robert told him to leave the old bags packed. I breathed a sigh of relief as most of the items were men’s suit clothes and undergarments. I could tell the bellman was eyeing me and wondered if he was attracted to me or if he knew something. My cock had gone down so I checked to ensure I was not showing anything. Robert tipped him when he was finished and he told Robert he was a very lucky man and that his girlfriend was the hottest lady here. I blushed and Robert smacked my ass in affirmation as he let the bellman out and closed the door behind him.

    Robert walked over and slipped the shoulders of my dress down and let my dress fall to the floor as he stood in front of me. I was left in the stuffed bra and the tiny lace panties which were no longer covering my cock and resting beside my balls and cock. I had on the heels still and Robert nodded his approval at me. He mentioned that he had not seen or touched my cock before as I was locked inside my chastity cage on our original meeting. He asked if I liked the freedom and I told him I did, the denial was very hot and erotic and lead to an earth shattering orgasm post release but I also greatly enjoyed being free as well. He smiled and said he liked it as well as he ran his hands over my body commenting on how soft my skin felt. He asked if I was always this smooth and shaved and I laughed and told him no, that I had prepared for him and fumbled with my phone from my purse and showed him a pic I snapped in the mirror before shaving the night before. He smiled and told me he was very glad I had gone to the trouble and he really liked what I did for him. Robert took my hands and placed them on his belt buckle and I took the queue to finally unfasten his pants and then slid his pants and boxers down his thighs as his hard cock popped free. I went to my knees in front of Robert taking in his deep musky aroma from his excitement and ran my tongue over the tip of his cock tasting his salty precum as he tilted his head back and moaned in satisfaction. I slowly worked my mouth over his shaft as I cupped his large balls and began sucking him trying to take in as much of his hard 7” as I could manage. Robert was moaning in full enjoyment saying “oh god yes that feels amazing” and “don’t stop” as he began to hold pressure on my head forcing more of himself into my hungry mouth and he moaned incoherently between “ahhh” and “Yesss” I continued for about ten minutes until I could feel his balls begin to contract and I could hear his moans begin to change and I knew he was getting ready to cum. I pushed myself as deeply onto his cock and could feel him in the back of my throat as his pubic hair tickled my nose as I felt his first jet of hot cum hit the back of my mouth. As he pumped shot after shot of cum into my mouth and I struggled to swallow as much as I could his legs were shaking and he was hollering in pleasure. Once he stopped cumming he held my head firmly with his cock fully inserted in my mouth and I could feel cum on my face and dripping down my chest. Robert was thanking me and finally pulled out and released my head. I fell back onto the floor onto my ass not able to balance on the heels and Robert laughed at me saying I definitely looked like a cum slut now in my bunched up panties and covered in cum. He teased that he should call the bellman and let him get a glimpse of my hard cock and cum covered face as I caught my breath.

    Robert pulled his pants back up poured us both a glass of wine and sat on the sofa inside the living area of our suite. I walked over and sat next to him and took the glass from his hand. The wine was a red and tasted exquisite. Robert said there was a very important wine tasting and evening Gala event he had to attend and the reason for his visit to the area. He said the people there were all very important and he had to keep up an impression. He said it was an outdoor event and the semi-formal he had brought the dress for. I asked if he was sure he wanted me to go and he said absolutely. He said the people there were all very full of themselves and he had always brought a very attractive lady who he termed “eye and arm candy” and that most likely I would get hit on but our little secret as he termed it must remain a secret. As we sipped our wine Robert asked if I had always dressed as a woman, I told him no that when he had met me in California that had been the first time I had ever worn anything like this or shaved my entire body and then today was the only other time. He seemed very shocked and said he could not imagine me in anything else. I showed him some pictures of myself in my business attire and he could not believe I was the same person. He made me feel great saying I was a very attractive masculine man but I was also a knockout as a woman. He said he never imagined that there was a chance of me showing up in anything other than what I did.

    After talking and several glasses of wine he said we needed to begin to get ready for the evening. I had my own private bathroom suite and went in to prepare. I was standing in my bra and panties in the mirror washing my face and brushing my teeth when I heard a male voice in the room. I could see in the mirror it was a bellman again and was brining clothes for Robert. Each time he passed the bathroom I noticed him slow down and smile at me in the mirror. My cock was once again hidden in my panties so he must not have noticed it.

    It took me a little over an hour to shower and reapply my makeup and to dress. I had shaved to ensure I was completely smooth and rubbed my entire body down with lotion again so my skin would be silky smooth. I had on a pair of panty hose that made my legs look tan and the dress looked great on me. It took me some time to get the wig situated and styled after our session earlier in the afternoon but it all seemed to come together. I had tried to adjust my cock to ensure I did not get any surprise bulges during the night but could not figure out how to do much. The panty hose were tight and conforming so I hoped they would keep things under control. By the time I came out of the bathroom our driver was waiting for us and Robert looked super handsome and very sophisticated. He took my arm and we walked down the hall and to the lobby.

    The function was at a huge mansion and we were greeted with a red carpet when we arrived. There were a lot of people and I thought I had to be the oldest and homeliest woman at the event with so many young in shape ladies arm and arm with their man. As we walked around Robert introduced me as Tammy to each of the other guests. While I was very self-conscious of my looks I was attracting many compliments from the male guests. Other men referred to me as stunning and ravishing and several asked Robert if he had my parents’ permission to have me out. I was glad when the sit down dinner was announced as the wine was free flowing and I was already feeling pretty tipsy and did not want to embarrass Robert.

    Waiting to enter the dining area and to be seated Robert excused himself to talk to a group of other men leaving me alone in the garden. I was focusing on walking in my heels as gracefully as possible with my wine consumption when I felt a hand on my ass. I turned to find one of the guys I had been introduced to earlier with a huge smile on his face. He kept his hand on me and asked how long I had known Robert. I was doing my best to keep up the façade and he began asking if I had ever asked Robert if I could add another man and have a threesome. He was very forward and I was getting more and more uncomfortable not wanting to blow my cover. As he talked his hand began to roam a little more free but he kept his attention to my backside and my legs. My nerves kept my cock from having any response so I had a little relief. Finally, the Maître D’ approached and announced he had my table prepared and would escort me to be seated and to wait for Robert. I extended my arm and walked away with a breath of relief. Robert joined me a short time later and remarked that he heard I had been approached. He said he should have warned me about Gerald but had forgot.

    Dinner was fantastic and there was music and dancing afterward. Robert was an excellent dancer and I did my best to allow him to lead. He kept his hands on my ass while on the dance floor and stayed very close and we even exchanged a few light kisses. By the time the event was over I could feel my cock stressing against my panties and the nylon hose and was getting very turned on and aroused.

    I was very tipsy and giddy as we got into the car and pulled away. Robert kissed my neck and fondled me all the way back to the hotel and by the time we got into the lobby I was on fire. Robert waved at a small group of men at the bar and pulled my arm saying he wanted to have a quick drink before we went up to our room and I tried to tell him I would go and wait on him but he insisted and pulled me over to the bar. My cock was now raging hard and feeling the tight confine of the panty hose. I wondered how long it would be before I ripped through them. Sitting at the bar this was a different group of men and I think Robert was showing off having me with him. He was very physical and kept kissing my neck and rubbing me. He was driving me wild and he knew it and was enjoying himself as he did the man talk thing bragging about how he was going to take me tonight in case anyone heard any noise. By the time we finally walked away between being stimulated and turned on and my over full bladder thought I was going to explode. The additional drinks had me stumbling in my heels as Robert helped me to our room with lots of offers to assist from his group at the bar.

    When we walked into the room Robert pulled me to himself and began to kiss me deeply and try to pull my dress off. He was very turned on and I tried to stop him telling him I had been afraid of using the restroom very much all night and needed to go. He told me to go and then get redressed and come right back out to him. It took me forever to get my cock soft enough to go but I finally managed and pulled the hose back on and went back in to join Robert. He had a fire in the fireplace and soft music playing with the lights very low and the room filled with ambient light from the large windows. Robert grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me away from himself pulling me into him from behind. He began kissing the back of my neck and nibbling on my ears driving me wild and raising goose bumps on my body. I felt my dress unzip from behind and Robert’s hands explore my bare skin as he continued licking and kissing my neck and he unclasped the bra letting it and the padding fall forward. His right hand reached around and clasped my left nipple as he pinched sending volts of energy through my body.

    Robert was taking full control and he pushed me into the bedroom and then almost threw me to the bed facing forward. I felt the dress come off and could hear and feel the panty hose being pulled and torn from my body as he kissed his way down my spine. I did not know how long I could hold out but Robert did not slow down and all I could do was moan in ecstasy. I felt the panty hose and panties pulled from my legs and he placed my heels back onto my feet leaving me clad in them alone. His head approached the back of my head and he told me to lift my ass and get on my knees as he kept my head pressed down into the pillow and he kissed, bit and licked the back of my neck and again worked his way down my spine until I felt him spreading my cheeks and felt a draft on my exposed anus. I felt his warm breath and he began rimming my ass and darting his tongue into my hole as his hands massaged my cheeks.

    Robert reached under me and flipped me onto my back and pulled me briskly to the edge of the mattress as he stood naked in front of me. He lifted my legs at the ankle and guided his full rock hard 7” toward my ass and I cried out for him to fuck me and to get inside me. Robert’s cock entered me fully in one push and filled me full. He paused for a second and I began to adjust to the size and hardness of his cock invading me and he began fucking me with abandon. The room was filled with the sounds of our mixed moans and pleasure and the echo of our bodies slapping together with contact. Robert kept his hands on my ankles and I could see the heels as I rubbed his hairy chest that was soaked with sweat. Robert leaned in and kissed my neck as he continued to pound my ass and I felt my own orgasm rise before I blew a huge load all over my own face. I was crying out “fuck me fuck me” as Robert groaned and said he was going to fill my ass with his cum and pushed deep inside me and held himself there. Robert must have cum for five minutes before he collapsed on top of me in a sweaty mess. His body was limp as he lay still inside me and kissed my cum filled face.

    Robert lay on me for another ten minutes or more and they finally moved and pulled his cock from my ass with a loud pop. He rolled to the side and then stood pulling me up onto the bed and lying next to me with our two sweat covered naked bodies in full contact as he pulled the sheet over us and I drifted into sleep with his arm over me.

    I woke up to sun coming in the large windows and felt for Robert who was not there. I adjusted my eyes and noticed my leg sticking out of the covers still wearing my forgotten heels. I brushed the hair of the wig from my face and could feel the stickiness and crust of cum covering my face as Robert walked in wearing a hotel robe and accompanied by our bellman who was pushing a room service tray into the room. When he looked at me lying in the bed he smiled and said “Oh, it looks like you had to fun last night sleepy head. Good morning.”  As he poured me a cup of coffee before turning to Robert and asking if there was anything else and leaving. At least my cock was covered by the blanket but as I sat up my ripped panty hose were strewn on the floor and a few feet away were my ripped lace panties. My dress was over the end table and I thought the room had to look a sight. Robert came back to the bed and leaned in and kissed me as he said “Good morning Tammy, thank you for an amazing night.” He kissed me again and sat down.

    I ate and had two cups of coffee before taking the heels off and waling into the bathroom and looking into the mirror. The hair of the wig was a mess going in every direction and I had cum in my wig and all over my face. I also had a large bright hickey on my neck which was my first ever. As I stood in the mirror I had cum running down both my inner thighs. I told Robert I was going to shower and shut the door. I don’t know how much he filled me with but I could not get all the cum out of me even with a bottled enema. After showering I applied lotion and walked out into the room naked with the wig in my hand. Robert looked quizzically at me still in his robe and said he had never seen me without the long hair and wig and it was just so weird seeing me as a man with no makeup or accessories. I asked if he was disappointed and he said no, it was just so strange. I spent an hour on the wig having washed it and styled it and when I got up left another puddle of leaked cum on the bed. I went in and washed again and put on my makeup, lotion and perfume and got into a pair of the panties Robert had bought me.

    Robert was dressed and waiting for me when I exited and asked if I wanted to have a mimosa with him on the veranda. I said yes and we walked out onto the private area outside our room door. Robert asked me if I enjoyed being Tammy or if I preferred being myself. I told him that Tammy was brand new to me and while I could not imagine being Tammy in 99% of the situations I am in that I loved being Tammy for him. He smiled big and said he was glad but if I wanted to be myself today he was fine with it and would tell people Tammy got called away and he was joined by a friend. I asked what he wanted and he said he really liked Tammy. I told him that was fine and that Tammy would be there with him the rest of my visit. Our conversation turned to sex and Robert said he was so turned on last night and it was an amazing night for him. He shared that with his schedule and life that he had not had sex or cum since seeing me in California. I laughed and told him that I had also not been intimate or had an orgasm since that weekend as well.

    Robert said he wanted to take me out for the day to tour the area and hit a few tourist attractions and then the to attend a party this evening where my slutty black dress would fit in perfectly. I told him that sounded wonderful and we would need to figure out something about the boobs and keeping my cock down as tight and revealing as the dress was and he agreed.

    I wore a blouse and a skirt and we left the hotel. I tried my best to cover the hickey with makeup but it was still noticeable and I felt like it was getting attention. We had a great lunch and spent the day shopping. We picked up some accessories for the night and were back at the hotel at sunset. Robert asked if I wanted to order dinner and enjoy it in private out on our Veranda and I told him that sounded perfect. Despite the fact that both our lives dictated we were not in a position to be involved in a long term relationship we both enjoyed the time together and the intimacy.

    Robert told me that I had the poor bellman going crazy with lust, he said he knew the guy and he always was helpful but had taken on extra roles this weekend to get a chance to see me. He laughed and said that this morning seeing me like he did when he brought breakfast was absolutely priceless. As Robert ordered dinner I went in and figured I may as well put on a good show for the guy and changed into a slinky negligee that Robert had bought for me today. It was revealing but still allowed me to maintain our little secret.

    The bellman brought up our dinner and I thought his eyes would pop out of his head as he looked at me sitting out on the Veranda. I asked him if he would stay and serve us and he almost could not speak saying he would have to ask permission. Robert spoke up and said he would call the manager and make sure it was not an issue. He served us and poured our wine and then stood to the side never taking his eyes off me. Each time I would make eye contact with him he would smile big and blush as I smiled back at him.

    As he placed our desert on the table I looked at Robert and said in as feminine and sexy a voice as I could manage that while he enjoyed his desert I had a special desert for him I wanted to give for taking me away for the weekend and being such a great lover. I could see Robert blush for the first time since I met him and look with no idea where I was going with this. I got down on my knees and then crawled under the glass table as I started to unfasten Robert’s pants. He resisted at first but then let me take his pants loose and pull his cock out which was already semi rigid. I worshipped his cock telling him how magnificent it was and how much I loved it and how great it made me feel before taking him into my mouth and giving him a blowjob while the bellman stood speechless looking on. Robert got into it and had his head leaned back as he moaned in enjoyment and my own cock was rock hard. I did not move in fear of it being revealed as I ontinued working on Robert’s cock keeping my legs pressed tightly together. After about ten minutes the bellman excused himself and ran out of our room and Robert began laughing uncontrollably. He said that the poor guy had an instant bulge in his pants and tried to inconspicuously adjust it the whole time and then had a large growing wet spot in the front of this pants before he left. Robert said he was looking at my ass and unknowingly rubbing himself. I could not help but laugh and got up with my own cock poking out clearly from beneath the silky light material of my negligee. It was a good thing I had not moved because I could not have hidden or concealed the tent I was sporting. This caused Robert to laugh even harder and he told me I deserved a good spanking for what I had just done.

    Robert got up from the chair and pulled me from under the table and basically ripped the light negligee from my body before pushing me over the edge of the table in front of him. I was now lying face down in the whipped cream, syrup and fruit of our untouched deserts still on the table. I felt a brisk slap on my upturned bare ass cheek that stung with a burn and sent bolts of excitement up my body as I hollered out an “ow” that I am sure was heard beyond our veranda. This turned Robert on even further and he followed that with another sharp slap on the opposite cheek. I felt about ten additional firm slaps before I felt Robert push the head of his steel hard cock up between my cheeks finding my puckered ass. He rested there for a moment and used his fingers to rub some of the desert icing into me before pushing his cock deep inside me causing a loud “augh” to leave my lips as I felt him fill me completely. Robert did not waste any effort and with me bent over the table out on our veranda he forcibly fucked my ass hard and fast. I am sure others around us could hear every sound as it carried from our hidden from view outdoor veranda. I could hear Robert getting close and he grabbed me tight from behind and fell on top of me on the table as I felt his cock explode still buried deep inside me and he was grunting each time he ejaculated into me.

    We lay over the table for a long time with my cock pressed against the hard glass still rock hard and begging for release of its own. Robert leaned up and pulled his cock out of me and then picked me up and carried me still covered in desert with cum leaking from me and put me onto a settee on the veranda. As I lay before him my cock was pulsating and moving on its own and Robert told me he wanted to watch me get myself off.

    I wanted to feel his touch but was not in a mood to argue the point and immediately took my hand and began to work my cock while massaging my swollen balls with my other. It felt amazing and I could tell I was not going to last long. I reached under myself between my legs and dipped my first two fingers easily into my cum filled used ass trying verbally to entice Robert to touch me but he just stood watching and denying me his touch. I was feeling my balls tighten and leaned my head back as I pushed my forefinger deep inside myself and used Robert’s cum to rub my swollen sore cock and felt my first jet of orgasm as a large pool of cum sprayed and hit my face. At this point I lost control and was deep in my own orgasm as I pumped my cock knowing I was being watched made it even more intense.

    Once I was done I was covered in a mix of cum and the deserts but could barely move as I halfway laid back in the settee outside. Robert picked me up and carried me into the bed lying me down and pulling a cover over me. I felt his cock had returned to full hardness as he carried me and he turned the lights out and then crawled into bed beside me holding me tightly against himself. It did not take me long to fall into a sound sleep with an overwhelming feeling of contentment and satisfaction.

    I woke up opening one eye to see the bedside clock read 1:47 AM and knew I had a 9:33 AM flight to Tokyo. I could feel a sharp poking into my ass cheeks as I lay on my right side with Robert up facing me and holding me tightly from behind. I could hear his light snoring and feel his breath on my neck. I was amazed he was still so hard and I could also feel my own cock was semi hard. I lay quiet for a few minutes until I saw the clock hit 2:00 and I began to move my hips to allow Robert’s cock to rub between my cheeks. I could hear his breathing deepen and his breath slow on my neck as he moaned lightly from the sensation.

    After about five minutes I stopped moving my hips and felt Robert begin to thrust his hips to continue the motion. I could tell from his breathing he was slowly waking from a deep sleep. I reached between my legs and positioned Robert’s cock aiming at my still well cum lubricated ass and it did not take two or three more of his movements before his cock head pressed at my anus and I pushed my hips back to impale myself on his rock hard cock. Still not fully awake his moans and breathing changed and his cock advanced inside me filling me fully with a squishing sound echoing in the silent room. Robert’s movements were slow and delayed as I was not sure if he was awake yet or still in a slumber. He would pull out and then slowly push back inside me pausing between strokes. His breathing was still deep and slow and the heat of his breath on the back of my neck sent goose bumps onto my body. For the next twenty minutes Robert’s pace never changed as he continued to pump me slow and deep. His left arm had reached over me and his hand was masturbating my cock slowly until I felt my body tense and my cock explode as Robert continued pumping my cock with his hand and my ass with his cock.

    I was dozing in and out of sleep as I felt Robert begin to moan deeply and begin to orgasm as I looked at the clock and saw it was now 3:18 am. I pushed my hips back into him and he kissed my neck and said thanks you and what an amazing way to we waken up during the middle of the night. I again lay falling off to sleep as his hand cupped my now sensitive cock  and the sheets were wet covered with cum.

    The next time I woke up it was 5:15 am and the alarm was going off. Robert and I both got out of bed and showered together. I stood in front of the mirror naked and Robert commented about how different my ass looked without any clothing. I dressed in my suit complete with dress shirt and tie for my trip. I had a long flight and would be picked up in Tokyo and needed to return to my real life. Robert told me he barely recognized me dressed this way and I teased him saying I had a surprise for him to remember me by before we left. I pulled my pants down and raised my shirt to let him see I was wearing a fuchsia lace thong he had bought me. He patted my ass and I adjusted my shirt and fastened my pants.

    Our Bellman arrived at the room to gather our bags and he asked where Tammy was. Robert replied she had to leave early. He looked at me with a puzzled look in his face as he told Robert he had come back up last night to apologize for leaving last night but saw that Robert was busy with Tammy on the table and left. I could tell he was trying to look at my barely visible hickey that my collar covered mostly. I knew his mind was racing and trying to put the puzzle pieces together. He carried out bags down and Robert tipped him very nicely and we departed for the airport.

    Once at the terminal Robert leaned over and kissed me deeply. He told me thanks for the greatest weekend of his life and asked if we could do it again before too much time passed. I told him I would enjoy that and we should try to put a date on the calendar. As I got out of the car at my terminal Robert suggested maybe our next meeting we should consider meeting in my business attire. My mind raced as I grabbed my bags and walked through the airport door and the car pulled away from the curb.


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  • Watching 2 guys fuck

    I had tried previously to get into Josh’s speedos without success and this year had the same result.  However, by now Josh is one of the few people that I’m ‘out’ to and he is kewl with it.  I think it was last Tuesday that Josh lined up a night out in town with some Kiwi friends of his and he gave me the heads up that one of the guys is ‘probably’ gay.

    Ryan was the ‘probably’ gay guy.  Ryan was a kewl guy and he was definitely gay from what I figured but he was str8 acting.

    It was a pretty full on night and I didn’t get to spend much time talking to Ryan but since he lives in town here I did give him my number and told him to give me a buzz anytime for some pool or some riding.

    To be honest….. I had completely forgotten about Ryan – he was cute that is for sure and he is a Southern Kiwi man (kinda like a Southern US guy – born and bred on the farm, pretty str8 acting and my bet is he could sheer – or share – a sheep).  I can’t believe I hadn’t given him much more though because I don’t really know any gay guys in town yet.  So last week I get a txt from Ryan saying that he and his boyfriend (yes he wrote boyfriend) were going to shoot some pool and I was welcome to join them.

    The pool bar in town is awesome – huge room with a stack of tables and its nice and laid back.  I saw Ryan and he introduced me to Jazza who is a real man that is for sure.  Short dark hair, goatee (which I normally don’t like but this looked really hot) and a fair bit over 6 foot.  We settled in for the afternoon drinking and shooting some pool.  Conversation was light and open,  Josh had told Ryan that I was bisexual and the three of us talked about how few gay guys there were in town.  Around 10pm (we’d been playing pool since 5pm) Jazza and Ryan asked me if I wanted to go back to their place for a few drinks and we’d pick up something to eat on the way home.  What do you think I said?

    Back at their place we are having a few drinks and in the comfort of their place they acted a lot more like boyfriends – holding hands and stuff.

    Ryan did ask me if it bothered me at all.  I wasn’t at all and I told them that I hadn’t seen guys being casual like that in ages – prolly since I was in Vancouver out on the town.

    As usual conversation turned to sex and we were talking about what we liked.  My love for speedos was discussed and Ryan was talking about how he is a bit of an exhibitionist.  Jazza agreed with him and they were telling me about places they had nearly been caught.  I did comment that I enjoyed voyerism and I think that was the perfect response…..

    Ryan said that he thought it was interested and said that I wouldn’t be offended if they kissed – with that Ryan leant over and started kissing Jazza very passionately.  Ryan’s hand was moving up from Jazza’s knee to the crotch of his jeans.

    They were rubbing each other and it was hot to see 2 guys going at it in front of you.  Maybe 2 minutes after they started I was rock hard in my jeans (I had my new pair of AussieBum wonderjock black speedos on) and I hadn’t even touched my cock.  Now Ryan was straddling Jazza and the view of Ryan’s arse with Jazza’s hands massaging his cheeks was really hot.

    Now there was room on the couch and I got up to move over there.  They both stopped kissing and asked me to sit back down.  This shocked me and I was taken back.  I started apologising and said that I thought that was where things were going.  Then they were apologising for getting carried away and said that they were in a monogamous relationship and were really working hard at gaining each other trust and stuff.  Things were getting awkward quickly and I was thinking that I had to try and defuse the situation.

    “The three of us are hard so we should at least make the most of it.  Would you guys be kewl if I just sat here and watched?”

    This was a stab in the dark and I wasn’t quite sure how it would go down.  Ryan and Jazza looked at each other and kind of half knodded to each other and Ryan said to me “I suppose that can’t hurt. But you aren’t allowed to leave your seat Dave.”

    I’m kewl with that.

    The tension had been broken with Ryan and Jazza agreeing to let me watch them on the condition that I didn’t leave my chair – I was happy with those rules.

    From there they both got stuck into each other.  After about 20 seconds of kissing they were both trying to undo each others jeans.  They even broke off their kissing for a second to get the buttons undone.

    With jeans loosened Jazza’s hands moved from Ryan’s arse to inside Ryan’s jeans.  By now I could tell that they were both wearing boxers and it was time for me to loosen my jeans.  I undid my belt, button and zipper and started rubbing my cock through my AussieBums.  These new wonderjock speedos lift my nuts up and there is very little room for an erect cock in there and the head of my cock was pushing at the waistband of my speedos.  I had no choice but to untie the drawstring and pull the top of my speedo down under my balls.

    While I was doing this Jazza had pulled down Ryan’s jeans to around his knees.  Just as I gripped my exposed, hard cock Ryan was forced to stand up and remove his jeans completely.

    During this pause both Jazza and Ryan looked over at me with my cock in my hand.  There was some comments about how much Dave is enjoying the show and Ryan’s shirt and boxers joined his jeans on the floor.  Standing completely naked infront of me Ryan told Jazza to get up and get his clothes off too which Jazza was more than happy to comply with.

    This time Ryan was sitting on the couch and Jazza was straddling him.  I had a fantastic view of Jazza’s arse (which was very smooth) and the backside of his balls which were equally as smooth from my angle.

    After a few minutes of rubbing each other Ryan asked me if I would pass over the lube and condoms which were in the draw next to where I was sitting.  I was more than happy to help and I had to release my grip which was probably a good thing considering how close I was getting to orgasm myself.

    Now I have never ever seen anything as erotic as what happen nexted.  Ryan put on the condom and Jazza lubed it up – then Jazza sat on Ryan’s cock and I had the best seat in the house.  Right in front of me was two guys fucking.  By the speed in which Jazza sat down on Ryan’s cock I figured that these guys had done this before and once Ryan’s cock was in – it was on.  Jazza was pounding away at Ryan’s cock and Ryan’s hands were spreading Jazza’s arse to give me an ever better view.

    I was really close to cumming now and I had to stop myself from cumming then and there.  I gripped the base of my cock and just played with my balls for a couple of minutes while Jazza continued riding Ryan.

    Jazza then turned around and asked me if I was going to cum with them and that they were both getting close.

    I started stroking my cock again and I was really going for it.  It didn’t take long but Jazza was the first to cum (he was stroking his cock which was something that I couldn’t see that well).  I could see Jazza’s arse cheeks tighten and then pulse as he was cumming all over Ryan’s chest.

    Then I started cumming all over myself.  I had a good load of cum and since I was sitting down it went all over my hand and down into my speedo.  It was pretty much at the same time that Ryan started moaning as he came.

    That was intense I can tell you.  After that there wasn’t much small talk – I packed myself back into my AussieBum speedo and did up my jeans.  By the time I got home I could feel my own cum down the inside of my legs.  I was so turned on by the night that I stripped off my jeans and knelt on my bed with my cum soaked AussieBums and came again.

    Then I had a LONG shower to clean up the mess.

    I got a txt from Ryan earlier today asking me what I was doing later in the week so it sounds like they enjoyed the experience as much as I did – I’m more than happy to watch that any day!!!


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  • The Home Movies

    Part 1 – The blowjob video

    I have struggled to give Walt a decent blowjob much of our time together. Walt has a beautiful cock over eleven inches long, and nearly three inches thick. The egg shaped head is even thinker! When he fucks me I feel like a baseball has been shoved up my ass, along with the rest of the bat! Unfortunately, I have a small mouth and a problem jaw. I struggle to get the head in. Occasionally, I can get a little more in. I can make him come using my lips and tongue.

    The trouble is I like sucking cock. And I am frustrated that I can’t suck his to my (or his) liking.

    I had a late conference with one of my professors (No, I didn’t fuck him. I’m a good wife.). I came home late to find Walt sitting on the sofa watching something on his computer, and stroking his cock. After what I’d been through when I was younger, I hated porn. I no longer watched it and it bothered me that Walt seemed engrossed in it at the moment.

    “Damn it, Walt! How could you……?” I screamed and stomped off to my room.

    Walt found me sobbing on our bed. I slapped his hand away when he tried to touch me.

    “Angie? What’s wrong? What did I do?” he asked.

    When I looked at him, I could tell he was genuinely confused! I could have said, “You know what you did!” But I didn’t. I always hated it when my mom said that to my dad, or me. He often didn’t know! Maybe Walt didn’t know!

    “I’ve told you how many times I sucked a cock while that person watched porn! You’ve seen some of the movies I was in! I hate seeing women used that way! hated being used that way!” I choked out between sobs.

    Walt held me a moment then said, “I wasn’t looking at porn.”

    “Then what!” I snarled.

    He took me by my hand and said, “Come see for yourself.”

    His response was so calm and quiet, I had to go look. It was a home movie of me. Not naked……but in a tee and cutoffs….weeding the flower bed. Of me smiling at him and blowing him a kiss. A short three-minute video set to repeat itself.

    I slumped on the couch. I couldn’t find any words! My husband had been jacking off watching me weed a flower bed. I looked over at Walt.

    “It’s okay, Babe, I understand,” he said. “I’m sorry this upset you.”

    After supper, I snuggled against him. But, I couldn’t leave well enough alone. I’d come home a couple of times recently to see him masturbating, looking at nothing in particular.

    “What do you think of when you masturbate?” I asked.

    He looked a little sheepish, and said, “Please. Don’t be angry with me. Sometimes, I fantasize about the times I watched you with Stephanie. You two are so hot together.”

    He mistook my stunned look for anger.

    He looked down and quietly said, “I won’t do it again. I promise!”

    I didn’t know whether to be angry, or pleased. I’d encouraged him to watch us, and to even join us. I was turned on to the fact that I aroused him even when absent!

    “I guess I’m okay with that, as long as you don’t fantasize while you’re fucking my ass!” I teased.

    Unfortunately, I fantasized about sucking Steph while Walt fucked me that night.

    The next morning, I struggled again giving Walt a blowjob. He seemed distracted. I just had to ask!

    “I’m not complaining,” he said. “You’re the only one who’s ever given me a blow job and made me come.”

    “Out with it, buster!” I growled. I was taking my frustration out on him.”

    “I’m jealous,” he said. “You can take all of Stephanie’s dick in your mouth!”

    My mouth dropped. Steph is only five inches long, and not very thick. Walt packs a damned monster in his shorts! I was nearly in tears! I try very hard to give him good head! Ungrateful bastard!

    “Angie, I’m really not complaining! I know my size makes it near impossible. I just wonder what that kind of blow job would feel like!”

    Walt never asks me to suck him. He’s always been grateful I tried! But I wasn’t in any mood to listen. I stormed out of our room and locked myself in the guestroom. A few minutes later, I heard him go out to his workshop.

    I fumed awhile, then called my best friend for advice, but I really wanted a shoulder to cry on. Steph listened a few minutes, then interrupted me.

    “I’m not surprised Walt has never complained. He’s too much the gentleman and way to considerate of your feelings!” she commented.

    “You’ve been sucking my dick for several years, now. I let you because you want to. I even come, but you give damned lousy head!”

    “You’ve never complained!” I whined. “I’ve sucked many a cock, and no one ever complained!”

    “Babe, if I had sucked cock like you when I was on the street, I would have starved!”

    After I let that sink in, I asked, “What am I doing wrong?”

    “Nothing, really. You only use your mouth. Sometimes, you need to add a little variety. You’ll probably never be able to deep throat that thing Walt sports, but you can do things that will give him great pleasure, and you, great satisfaction.”

    Steph paused, and added. “Roger is long, but Walt is even longer, and much thicker! You need to use your mouth more effectively. You need to use your hands, and your eyes.”

    She took another breath, “If you really want to learn, I’m willing to teach you.”

    I agreed, and thanked her. Steph promised to get back with me soon.

    After lunch, I put on my skimpiest top and cutoffs. Walt had just finished mowing and was sitting in the shade. I carried a cold beer to him.

    “I’m sorry,” I said, then knelt between his legs. “I want to do better. I promise I’ll learn how.”

    Walt raised his hips and let me slide off his shorts. I stroked him as I sucked on the head. He moaned appreciatively and ran his fingers through my hair. He soon filled my mouth with his load.

    A few days later, a letter and a thumb drive from Stephanie arrived. The note told me to watch the enclosed video with Walt.

    After supper, we plugged the drive into the TV and sat back to watch. We both figured we’d probably be embarrassed: no telling what Steph had sent. It opened with a fully clothed Stephanie instructing us.

    “I hope you are both comfortable. Babe, I want you to pay close attention. I want you both to see what a great blow job is like!”

    The picture faded to a view of her, naked, kneeling before Roger, his cock hanging limp. Walt and I sat stunned as we watched my best friend proceed to arouse her husband. We watched her spend nearly twenty minutes giving Roger fantastic head. He groaned and filled her mouth to overflowing. Some escaped and dribbled down her chin.

    “Walt, don’t be afraid to tell her what you like. Babe, you can do this. You’ll both enjoy blow jobs more!”

    Then:

    “Good luck with your mission. This tape will self destruct in five…four…three…..”

    Walt and I looked at each other. We’d never see anything like it. (Walt had to explain the Mission Impossible reference. It was way before my time!) We sat and watched it again. And a third time!

    I was stroking my cock while Walt placed his arm around me and played with my breast. I reached over and stroked his cock, too. We both came before the clip ended. Walt had to go on to bed. I promised to be in shortly, but I was mesmerized. I started watching it over and over, pausing and rewinding, as I studied every detail.

    Walt came out early the next morning. I forgot his flight! I hadn’t even fixed breakfast! I barely got him to the airport on time! He kissed me and said he’d see me in two weeks!

    He didn’t get to fuck me before he left! I wouldn’t have his wonderful cock up my ass for two whole weeks! I was determined to give him a fantastic blow job when he returned.

    Stephanie was between jobs and wouldn’t start her new one for a couple of weeks. She’s a civil engineer and had been recently laid off. Walt helped her find a job with his company. She and Roger would be moving close to us and Roger would be going back to college and working on his doctorate. He had me for one of his electives.

    I went down to help them pack, and maybe get blowjob lessons. Was I in for a surprise!

    Steph called up a couple of web sites. One sight had a gorgeous blonde. Another had an equally gorgeous redhead. Both sites showed different techniques for sucking longer cocks. The third site featured an older couple. That one showed ways to suck smaller cocks. We watched them for hours, Stephanie pausing the videos and asking questions. By the time we were finished we were so horny we nearly tore each others’ clothes off!

    Stephanie encouraged me to pay attention and proceeded to take me into her mouth. I was ready to come fairly quickly, but she worked at delaying me, stretching the blowjob out nearly fifteen minutes. I exploded in her mouth! I realized, now, why Steph was such a fantastic cocksucker!

    Then it was my turn. Steph guided me and offered suggestions as I sucked her cock. I was really getting into it when she came. I’d forgotten I was supposed to be giving her great head.

    “Better,” she said, “You can practice on me later.”

    We sat back and drank a beer while she critiqued my performance. I still had a long ways to go, but I had an excellent teacher! I was soon ready to suck her again. I sucked her twice that evening, and several times each of the following days.

    We’d be packing and moving boxes when she’d remove her shorts and say, “I need a blowjob.’

    I’d immediately find different ways to suck her off. We’d watch the videos over and over each evening. I soon mastered many of the techniques and received glowing reviews from my teacher. I was now getting great pleasure from giving great head!

    “Babe, you’re doing great!” my lover said. “Now it’s time to practice on something Walt’s size!”

    We watched the video of her and Roger several times with her asking questions and backing up to make a point. This was all fine and dandy, but, what was I going to practice on? Steph smiled wickedly. She called Roger in. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It wasn’t as big as Walt’s, but is was still nice. It was ten inches long and maybe an inch and a half thick.

    “Steph!” I cried out. “I can’t suck his! He’s your husband! What would Walt say? I haven’t slept with another man since we’ve been together!”

    She just shook her head. “One…you sleep with me all the time. Two…you won’t be sleeping with Roger. You’ll only be practicing sucking on his dick! Three… I don’t think Walt will mind! And…four…we won’t tell him!”

    I shrugged, but started working on Roger. It was nice being able to take a cock his size into my mouth. I could take almost half his length. Stephanie coached me and encouraged me. I practiced on him several times that weekend. I felt guilty, but I was having a great time! The last attempt, Roger grabbed my hair, groaning as he filled my mouth.

    “I think he’s pleased!” Steph teased.

    “That was almost as good as one of yours!” Roger exclaimed. No small praise to be considered favorably with Steph!

    We took a break for supper and a couple of beers. Roger teased me and said I could practice on him any time! Steph snorted at that, but said if I kept sucking like I was, Walt would never leave me! I’d have him eating out of my hand! 

    Steph had Roger sit on their sofa, legs spread wide. She had me strip and kneel. She quickly did the same.

    “Babe, it’s time for your final exam! And, Roger, for being such a good practice dummy, we have a special treat for you. We’re going to give you a double blowjob!”

    I hadn’t given one of those since I worked for Jackie. This was going to be fun!

    Roger moaned as two mouths worked his cock over. Two sets of lips slid up and down his shaft. One of us would take the head while the other licked the shaft. He couldn’t hold it and filled my mouth with his cum. I kissed Steph and shared his juices with her.

    After we rested, she pulled Roger away, saying he needed to fuck his horny wife. I lay in the next room listening to her loud cries when she came. The next morning, I went home. 

     

    I picked up Walt at the airport the following afternoon. We picked up some carry-out on the way home. After supper, Walt undressed and went to bed while I cleaned up supper. I joined him shortly after.

    Wearing only my blue teddy, I started at the foot of the bed and crawled towards him between his legs. I could see his bulge forming, lust in his eyes. I unfastened his boxers and pulled his cock free. I gently kissed the head, the licked underneath his shaft as I worked back up to the head. I slid my lips over the head until I reached its rim, sliding back off with a slight sucking. 

    While I sucked the head, I ran my tongue around it paying particular attention to the slit. I stroked his shaft with my fingers, not gripping it. I looked up into his eyes gauging his reaction. His breathing grew rapid and he writhed beneath me. He came sooner than he’d ever come before! I let his juices flow down over his shaft, then ran my lips along his length until I’d licked it all back up.

    I kissed my way up his stomach and lightly sucked and bit his nipples. I worked up to kiss him. He pulled me close and kissed me deeply. His eyes shown brightly as he smiled at me.

    “Wow!! That was fantastic!” he exclaimed. “That was the best blowjob you ever gave me!”

    I smiled, then unfastened the bottom of my teddy. His cock had stiffened again and I guided it into my ass. I sat up on his cock and slid one strap off my shoulder exposing one small breast. His gasp of delight told me I was doing everything right. He held my hips as I rode him to another orgasm. As he filled my ass, I creamed his stomach.

    As we lay snuggled, he asked how I managed to improve s much. His cock started twitching when I described my training. I hesitated when I got to the part about Roger.

    I blurted out, “I practiced on Roger,” half expecting he’d be angry, and hoping he’d forgive me.

    “Did you do a good job? Did he like it?” was all he said. “Did you like sucking him?”

    Since he didn’t seem the least bit upset, I answered yes to all the questions. I then told him I was sorry and wouldn’t do it again. I wouldn’t cheat on him ever again! Walt just laughed and tousled my hair.

    “Steph called and asked if it would be okay if you learned and practiced on Roger. She called before she ever suggested it to you!”

    His stiff cock beckoned to me. Walt said I was free to practice on him all I want!

    …………………..

    Part 2 – Stephanie and Me

    I though back on a comment Walt had made about fantasizing about me and Stephanie together. He’d seen us sucking and fucking each other on several occasions. He’d even participated in a threesome, with me in the middle. He was turned on watching two beautiful trannies going at it with each other. I knew he was mildly interested in my best friend, but he’d never make a move on her while in a relationship with me, and her being married. He’s honorable that way, and I dearly love him for that.

    I asked Steph if she’d make a video or two with me for our husbands. I asked her who filmed them. She said she’d done it. She’d worked as a fluffer in the porn industry for a while, and learned a few things about video production. She’d even edited some family movies for some co-workers!

    Stephanie set up a room with exotic oriental hangings and candles all over the place. She draped a sheet over a day bed. Every thing had a light amber glow to it. I have no clue where all the cameras were, but she covered many angles. I didn’t get to see the final results until after she edited it.

    Stephanie invited us over for dinner and for the unveiling of our movie. Roger hadn’t even seen it! Steph served wine as we all sat on the long sofa.

    Damn!!!!

    Two gorgeous long-haired trannies were in a tight embrace, lips locked together, hands cupping nice round bottoms. Angela, the taller of the two, was slender with firm, small breasts. She had jeweled nipple rings and matching jewelry in her navel. Stephanie was a little thicker with, long dark hair and 

    beautiful dark eyes. She wore hoop earrings and a chain around her waist. Her bottom was fuller and rounder. Both had small cocks. Both had eyes only for each other.

    Stephanie raised her head as Angela kissed her neck down to the hollow between her lover’s breasts. The camera zoomed into capture moist red lips kissing and sucking a dark brown nipple. Teeth lightly grabbed a nipple. The camera zoomed out to capture Angela slowly kiss her way down to Stephanie’s navel. Angela moved down to kiss the hollows of her lover’s hips. Moans of pleasure escaped Stephanie’s lips as she purred’ “Yeeesssss!” 

    Angela moved lower and took the now erect cock into her mouth. She lightly stroked it with a thumb and two fingers while she slowly bobbed on the head of the small cock. Angela slowly took the whole cock into her mouth, caressing her lover’s balls with one finger. She rolled her head side to side as she sucked. Angela looked up into her lover’s eyes. The camera zoomed into the same moist red lips as they moved along her lover’s shaft. The camera zoomed back out as Stephanie looked down and smiled as she filled the taller tranny’s mouth with cream.

    Angela let a little dribble from her mouth, and used a finger to clean it up. She rose and offered her finger to her lover to suck clean. The two lover’s, now covered with a light sheen of sweat, drew each other into a deep kiss.

    Then It was Stephanie’s turn. She lay Angela back on the day bed and licked her way to the taller tranny’s breast. The camera zoomed in to capture a moist tongue flicking across a nipple, causing it to stiffen. Lips closed over the tip and sucked. The tongue played with the nipple ring, twirling it around. The camera zoomed out to show a face licking its way down her lover’s sweat covered body as it traveled down to the cock below. 

    Stephanie sucked the small cock enough to moisten it before she straddled it and guided into her shapely round bottom. She rocked on the cock as both trannies played with each other’s breasts. Stephanie leaned over and kissed Angela, the taller girl now thrusting into that delicious looking bottom. Soon Angela stiffened and filled her lover’s ass with her cream.

    Both lovers smiled at each other, then Stephanie placed her ass over Angela’s mouth. She slowly stroked Angela’s cock while her lover’s tongue probed her asshole, lapping up the leaking juices. Angela soon came and Stephanie licked the cream from her lover’s stomach. 

    The camera faded with the two trannies intertwined.

    The wine remained untouched. Sometime into the movie, I freed Walt’s stiffening bulge from his pants. I moved my panties aside, and with my back to him, guided his huge cock into my ass. I didn’t care we had no lube. I slid down until he was balls deep inside me. He reached inside my blouse and played with my breast. I held onto his thighs and ground against him. With his other hand, he played with my cock. Walt filled my ass about the same time I filled my panties with my cream.

    Stephanie sucked on Roger and watched all our reactions. She stopped to turn to me. Roger happened to come and cover her face with his sticky goo!

    Stephanie handed us a copy and said she’d keep one for her and Roger. This was not like the sleazy videos I’d previously been in. These were high quality, romantic, erotic porn. I could easily watch this over and over, and I knew Walt could, too!

    After we got home, I handed Walt the thumb drive and said, “I made this for you. I want to always be in your fantasies and your dreams! Enjoy this whenever I’m away, or when you travel. I love you very much, darling!’

    He tossed it on the dresser and replied, “Fantasies are nice, but I prefer the real thing.”

    He then pulled me to our bedroom.

    ……………………………

    Part 3 – Our Special Home Movie.

    Walt loved my video so much, I wanted to make a very special one for him. I asked Stephanie to help me make a movie with Walt. He couldn’t know about it until it was completed! Steph said she’d think on it. I needed to come up with a theme.

    Steph came over a few weeks later and set up her cameras. She would film us in the guest house and monitor from our guest bedroom. Roger would pick her up later.

    The guest house had a large bathroom with glass block walls that would allow plenty of light, but not let anyone see inside. The bathroom had a lot of copper and bronze fixtures and hangings. The bath tub would hold six people, almost a small swimming pool! I had candles all over, giving everything a warm glow. (Hey! When I find a romantic setting that works, I stick with it!)

    When Walt came home, Steph directed him to the guest house………

    Two weeks later, Steph brought another thumb drive over. She pulled me close and gave me the deepest kiss she’d given me in a very long time! She had me ready to take her to bed when she released me.

    “Babe,” she throatily said. ”This video is even better than the one we made together! Roger and I couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I couldn’t get his cock to stay down! My ass is still sore!”

    She kissed me and left.

    Walt stepped into the guest house to find his transsexual wife neck deep in the bath. Her hair was pulled above her head, eyes sparkling with delight at the arrival of her lover. She rose slowly from the bath, her wet body glistening in the candle light, droplets falling from her breasts and small cock. She stepped from the tub and walked slowly to her lover, a sensuous sway to her hips, a Venus rising from the depths.

    Angela looked small against her six foot two husband. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him deeply. She wrapped her leg around him. He ran his hands along the lovely leg and cupped her bottom. He moved to nuzzle her neck. Her lips parted slightly and a low moan escaped.

    The young tranny stepped back and gazed into her lover’s eyes as she unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. She slowly kissed down his chest and kissed his nipples gently. They were soon erect under 

    the gentle caresses from her lips and tongue. She slid lower and kissed his navel before kneeling in front of him. 

    Looking up into his eyes, she unfastened his belt and pants and slid them to his feet. She rubbed her hands along his legs as he stepped out of his clothes. She kissed the head of his now freed cock. She again gazed in to his eyes as she took some of the head of his huge cock between her lips.

    The camera zoomed in to show her as she kissed along one side of the shaft, returning to take in the head again. She repeated her lavishments along the other side. Holding the cock with the finger tips of both sides, she ran her tongue all over the head, before taking more of it into her mouth. She looked up at her lover often.

    Angela stroked the now erect cock with her fingertips as she slowly bobbed on the head, her eyes looking up into her lover’s. She slowly took in more of his cock until she had a third of his length inside. She gradually picked up her pace. One hand stroked her lover’s torso while the other caresses his balls and tickled underneath his shaft. She rolled her head from side to side as she sucked on his head.

    Walt groaned and arched slightly as he came. The camera zoomed in to see the head resting on her tongue, her mouth open, ready to accept his offering. His cum filled her mouth and some escaped her lips as she swallowed. She used her fingers to scoop up what had licked out and looked into his face, smiling as she licked his load from her fingers.

    Angela now knelt, head to a cushion, ass raised and legs spread wide, offering her pucker to his eleven inch cock. The camera zoomed in enough to show her small cock dangling beneath her. Walt placed his face in her crack and began licking her asshole.

    “Oh, yeesss!” she moaned.

    Angela now appeared on two images. One camera showing her face as another showed the huge cock pushing against her asshole. Her eyes widened and her mouth formed an “O” as the head pushed against her.

    The camera showed her asshole resisting, then surrendering to the huge cock shoving its way into her. Angela’s face relaxes and a smile appears as she purrs in delight. Walt grabs her hips and buries his cock balls deep into his lover’s beautiful round bottom. He slowly pulls most the way out then quickly shoves back in hitting the end of her channel. Angela rocks slightly with each powerful thrusts. She quietly gasps as each thrust hits the end.

    “You feel soooo gooood in my ass!” she purrs. “Please, fuck me harder!”

    She reached behind her to spread her cheeks as the camera zooms in to show the huge cock disappearing into her small ass. The camera captured the slow withdrawal and the fast shove back into her asshole. Walt fucks her hard a few more minutes, then withdraws completely, exposing her widely gaping hole.

    Walt reached down to Angela’s hand and helped her to her feet. He swept her up into his arms. She gazed lovingly into his face, arms around his neck, as her carried her into the tub. He laid her on a cushion near own edge. He raised her legs and let her feet rest on his shoulders as he pushed his cock 

    back into her. Angela moaned as the huge cock traveled the length of her channel and massaged her ass walls. 

    Angela’s body flushed from her face to her breasts as she neared orgasm. She screamed as wave after wave of cream spurted from her cock. Walt groaned as he thrust one last time and filled his lover’s ass with his load.

    The camera slowly faded as he lifted his tranny lover, still on his cock, and carried from sight. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck. Her legs around his waist.

    I had never really seen Walt’s cock in me like that. I was amazed at how stretched my asshole actually was. I felt warm and knew I need to have his cock in my soon. We tore each other’s clothes off. I was kissing him wildly as Walt rammed his cock into me. This was no gentle love making. This was raw animal passion! Walt fucked me for nearly two hours! We both came several times that session and fell asleep exhausted,

    Steph had outdone herself! This was a fantastic video. (No, I won’t post it! You can see so many like it on the web, you don’t need to see mine!). Walt and I each had copies of both videos.

    ………………………………..

    Epilogue

    Steph and I made a couple more videos over the next few weeks. One was of me taking a slow shower and finishing by masturbating to an orgasm. Of course, I creamed into my hand and licked it up while looking at the camera. I mouthed “Come fuck me” as the video faded. As I was drying off, Steph dashed naked into the bathroom and dragged me back into the shower.

    “Damn, Woman, I need to fuck you right now!” she exclaimed.

    The video had the same effect on Walt. He’d rush in every time I took a shower. Soon he was suggesting I needed a shower! Sometimes, I had to wait until he’d left before I could take one in peace.

    Steph and I made another shower video together, with the same results.

    Walt and I both had copies of all four videos. Whenever I have to travel without him, I play them and masturbate. I’m so turned on by the time I get home, I keep Walt fucking me the whole weekend.

    I may hate porn, especially my older videos, but these hold a special place in my heart.

    I made them for my lover!

     

  • Gay Sculptor Attempts to Seduce His Hot Young Male Model

    Story Continued by Troy

    After we returned to the studio after lunch on that Tuesday where we had discussed sex for the first time and Caleb had confided in me that he was a virgin, my lust to have wild sex with this Greek god virgin took possession of my entire being and I threw caution to the wind. The idea of fucking yet another virgin and such an awesome hunk had me wild with desire.

    I instructed Caleb to undress and get back up on the platform and began his usual pose. Then I made my move when I said: “Caleb, we are getting close to to the final details of your statue. In fact, I’m starting to work on that portion of the statue featuring your cock and balls so I need to use a special lotion and massage oil on your crotch and cock to highlight that area of your body so that the sculptor becomes the most prominent feature of my stone figure of you. Is that OK with you?”

    “Gee Troy, no one has ever touched me down there except a doctor during my annual physical but I guess it is OK, you’re the professional and you know what you need to do. We’ve come too far for me to screw up your work by saying no.”

    I took a bottle of lotion and massage oil and began to go wild lubing that awesome cock and hot balls. Soon Caleb’s crotch area was shinning with all that oil. I even began to use oil on his scrotum and ass sphincter. I used my experienced hands to gently stroke his growing cock, used my fingers to carefully massage his ass sphincter and began feeling up his big balls.

    Holy fuck, within a few seconds, Caleb’s cock became stone hard and that monstrous tool had filled out to a fucking 9-inches standing straight out no more than 2 inches from my lips. I took a finger and placed it at the entrance to his ass. As I touched his puckering ass, I knew my move was working. A few seconds later, Caleb began to thrust his crotch forward causing his cock head to hit my eager lips. There was no turning back now. I grabbed the base of his gorgeous cock, took my tongue and began to run it around his wet piss slit and slowly started taking that throbbing stiff cock deep in my throat until I was deep throating the world’s most amazing dick. Soon I was sucking the sweet pre-cum out of that wide open piss slit. As I feasted on that cock and pre-cum, I began to insert my wet oiled finger up that pussy until I loacted his prostate and began a wild message of that sensitive gee spot.

    Caleb became totally submissive and consumed with lust as he started whimpering, moaning and began breathing rapidly. I’d succeeded in my dream to make love to this Greek god.

    Caleb began panting and twitching as he managed to whisper: ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh my god, Troy is this how gay sex feels? Am I gay? Oh suck my cock, finger my ass, yea, fuck that feels so good. You are such a stud with that slim hard muscled body and look at that huge cock of yours. Man you are a hot daddy. Do you want to fuck me? Teach me how to be a hot fucking bitch for you.”

    This made me hornier than hell. Oh wow, Caleb smelt so great, his hard cock filled and stuffed my throat, his thick pre-cum tasted like ice cream, his ass muscles were massaging my now three fingers up his ass and he used his sexy hands on the back of my neck to drive that incredible cock deeper and deeper into my throat. Holy fuck, he began to pound my mouth with his huge thick long cock. Caleb became some type of primitive animal and began to take charge of me as his prey. Wow, what a turn of events.

    Soon he used his youthful frame to throw me on the floor on a big rug on my back. He tore off all my clothes until I was as naked as he was. He got up on my chest and placed his wet hot pulsating ass on my face and ordered: “Daddy, eat my ass, suck those juices out of my pussy and use that big wet tongue and lips to rim my pussy. Do it you fucking whore.”

    Wow, Caleb was no soft wimp. He was really into man sex. I’d never been this horny or lusting for a man and now I’d become the object of the world’s most sexy man. Fuck, Caleb was letting out all his stored up hormones, young raging testosterone and a libido that had him manhandling me. Yea fuck, I’d unleashed a primordial provocative sex machine. Wow, how great!!! Yea, I loved what was happening. For the first time, I was becoming the bitch. I sucked that pussy for at least five minutes devouring those sweet juices and feeling his soft ass tissue with my tongue.

    Then Caleb moved down on my chest and thrust his leaking cock into my mouth. He reared up and used his entire body to began fucking the hell out of my mouth with his monstrous dick. Soon I was swallowing an increasing amount of his delicious spewing pre-cum. I’d never smelt such a perfume like body. He began to partially remove his huge boner from my mouth and then slam it back deep in my throat. He fucked my mouth like some desperate animal as he fucked the hell out of my mouth. My whole body began to spasm, my cock was aching and stiff as a board and a surge began to build in  my nuts. I did all in my power not to come yet. I never wanted this to stop.

    Caleb finally showed mercy as he took his horse cock out of my mouth and planted his sexy soft lips against mine. Man, for a man who was a virgin and had never kissed another man, he was a perfect kisser. He used his youthful tongue to part my lips and thrust his tongue deep in my mouth as we began to French kiss wildly and sloppy. The salvia ran out of our mouths and down on our chins and chest. Caleb had to be the world’s best kisser.

    Wow, after some five minutes of kissing me rough, he got down between my legs, grabbed hold of my blood filled cock, put his soft wet lips around my cock head and sucked hard as he enjoyed my dripping pre-cum. Next he slid his lips and tongue up and down my red-hot cock shaft with special attention to the underside of my sweaty cock. His lips were firmly stretched around my fresh meat driving me crazy with desire for him. Then Caleb began the most awesome blowjob I’d ever had as he lowered his throat on my cock taking my iron pipe all the way down to the base. He began rotating between slow and fast sucking on my stiff cock. After several minutes of this incredible blowjob, I’d reached a level of total euphoria that had me beyond any further control. My cum gathered in my balls, rushed up my cock shaft and I blasted a monstrous load of my seed deep in that young sexy mouth. Caleb managed to swallow most of my thick warm cum with a small amount running out on his lips. When I was spent, he pulled off my cock, came up to my face and kissed me as I licked the remaining cum off his lips.

    I knew what was coming next as Caleb was delirious to get his nuts off. He placed me on my stomach on the rug. I felt him place a  pillow under my wet crotch and dick, he spread my legs far apart and I felt his sexy legs touch my legs as he began to push his cock head into my pulsating and puckering ass entrance. With no further hesitation, he thrust his huge cock all the way inside my eager and worn pussy. I felt his big cock begin to thicken inside my ass. He used great force to thrust his giant sausage deep inside me as he plowed my ass like I’d never experienced before. Fuck, how could he be such a pro fucker for the first time?

    Soon filled with lust he threw his sweaty body down on my back and he began to suck on my ears and neck while he pounded my ass. The feel of his warm sweaty body and breath on me as he humped my body and fucked my pussy caused my cock to began to grow again until I was completely erect. He fucked me for at least 30 minutes, wow what staying power he had.

    Finally, Caleb was overcome with pleasure as his cum gathered in his nuts, he used his huge cock to give my ass one more violent thrust, let out a guttural wail and then unleashed a gusher of his white thick warm cum deep in my ass. The feel of his wet warm cum coating my pussy caused me to shoot my second load of cum and this time all over the rug.

    His cum filled my ass to the bream and as he pulled out his still rock hard cock, the cum began to spill out onto my ass cheeks. Caleb got down and used his tongue to collect all that flowing cum and he moved up to my mouth and spit that pool of cum in my mouth after he had turned me on my back. We kissed and shared the smell and taste of cum.

    As we lay in an embrace covered in sweat and cum residue, I asked: “Caleb Baby, you fucked like a pro. How is that possible for the first time?”

    He answered: “Daddy, what I did not tell you at the restaurant during our conversation about sex is although I’m a shy guy, I’ve known ever since I was younger that I was gay so I’ve watched lots of xxx gay videos preparing for this day. How did I do?”

    “Baby, you were terrific. The best sex of my life.”

    “Thanks daddy.”

    I took Caleb to a five star restaurant for dinner with both of us still very horny.

    After dinner, we rushed back to my hotel room realizing Caleb was desperate to have his first big cock up his virgin ass. As we got naked, Caleb gave me the most seductive smile and said: “Troy daddy, for weeks I craved to have your big cock up inside me. Please fuck me now. I want to know what it feels like to get fucked. Oh daddy, I can’t wait to experience that huge cock of yours pounding my ass. Please  fuck me now.”

    I got down on my bed on my back with my 8-incher stiff as a stone standing straight up filled with blood. I had Caleb climb up facing me and I grabbed his bubble ass and said: “Baby, slowly push that sexy pink ass down on my hard cock. Ride me cowboy. You will love my cock inside your pussy. Do it now.”

    I witnessed pure excitement and lust in Caleb’s eyes and face as he lowered his pink hairless ass down on my cock. Inch by inch I felt my cock slowly enter his pussy until I had my cock deep in that virgin ass. I began to push my hips up as Caleb pushed downward until we were in a hot rhythm of fucking that hot pussy. I’d never felt a more smooth and jell-O-like pussy that was taking care of my stiff cock. I did not last longer than 4 or 5 minutes when I shot a torrent of thick sticky cum deep in what now was no longer a virgin ass.

    When the orgasm was finished, Caleb leaned down and kissed me passionately with my cock still inside that fresh pussy. When he finally pulled his ass off my cum covered cock, the cum drained out of his ass onto my crotch and pubic hair. Caleb go down and licked that cum into his mouth. He came up and kissed me as the cum dripped off his lips and part of it into my mouth. The protein meal was so delicious.

    We embraced and soon fell asleep. We woke the next morning covered in dried cum, took a shower, had breakfast and returned to the studio for another session. We agreed that sex would be on our daily night agenda. This was a perfect arrangement for the weeks ahead.

    THE END

  • Colonel of truth

    This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.


    COLONEL OF TRUTH

    By anonymous.a

    How fortunate I was to have parents who loved me so much they refused to pay for my college education. Seriously. They believed I would take college more seriously if I had to pay my own tuition, and that by working for my education I would learn “character.”

    Well, I don’t know what kind of character I acquired through that experience but I did learn the value and necessity of hard work.

    To save money I decided to continue living with my folks and get an associate’s degree from a nearby community college before heading off to university. I had stashed away some cash from a job last summer working on an assembly line at the town’s industrial park, so I had a running start. But I still needed money for gas, car insurance, and rent. Yup. Mom and Dad decided now that I was an adult, I should pay them rent. It wasn’t much but sheesh, anything and everything hurt when you were having to float your own boat on a 19-year-old’s salary.

    I got a part-time job working at the service desk of a JC Penney’s at the town’s mall. It wasn’t labor-intensive and we got discounts on everything in the store. But man, it sure taught me a lot about people. I never wanted to be a customer-facing employee ever again. People can be total pains in the ass.

    One of those pains in the ass, and I mean that literally, was an Air Force colonel who would drop by the store. We have a base nearby so it wasn’t unusual to see members of the service in the store. This guy was in his 40s and looked good for that age, I suppose, with short, dark hair flecked with the occasional gray strand here and there, and a huge nose that stood out from the rest of his face. He was about 5-9 and weighed probably 150 pounds – not a big guy by any means but I wouldn’t have wanted to tangle with him, because he looked strong and quick. I guess the military requires that you stay in shape.

    He would come by the desk and always zero in on me. At first I thought nothing of it. I helped him and assumed that because I had, he always came back to me when he needed something else, usually some silly request for an order, or cash from his credit card. But I became suspicious when I began finding notes on my car.

    The store closed around 9 p.m. and I was one of the first out of there, as I had to get home and study. I had gotten into my car before I noticed the piece of paper under the windshield wiper. I thought: Shit, not a ticket! That’s all I need.

    But it wasn’t a ticket. Written in pencil were these words, “Damn you are hot! Are you into older guys? This older guy would love to plow that sweet little asshole of yours.”

    My blood ran cold. I wadded up the note and threw it down in the parking lot, as if it were contagious. Then I looked around, to see if anybody was watching me. The thought of some old perv plundering my ass – it made me slightly ill. I started the car and drove away.

    From that day forward I began watching our customers, looking for a sign that one of them might be the note-leaver. My only suspect was the colonel, who came by a few more times. And it was a few more times that I found notes on my car – always something lewd and disgusting.

    I didn’t see him for months, and the notes stopped arriving. I slowly let down my guard and life resumed the mundane march of school, work, and the occasional party – and that’s how I came to be in the colonel’s world again.

    I was returning home from a party one night when I passed a club. There, in the parking lot, stood the colonel talking to a group of other people. I guess the two or three beers I’d drunk at the party emboldened me, because I turned into the parking lot and drove up to him. Rolling down my window I said, “Write any good notes lately?”

    When he looked at me his face brightened. He said goodbye to the others and stood by my car, his fingers on the sill. He said, “Come by my place and I’ll explain everything. I promise.”

    God, I must have been out of my mind. I decided to follow him.

    He lived in a condo in an upscale neighborhood close to the water. I found an empty visitor’s parking space and left the car there as I followed him to his ground-floor unit.

    Inside, the place was pretty sparse. Not much in the way of furniture, or electronics, and the walls were bare. But what he did have was pricey – Bang & Olufsen, Kartell. Real expensive stuff.

    He made me a drink, rum and Coke, about three parts rum for every part Coke. Just raising it to my lips made my eyes water, but truth be told I wanted a bit more of a buzz. I was very nervous, wondering why I had come here after reading his foul notes. Did I secretly want to take him up on his offers?

    We sat on the couch and he started talking. He began by apologizing for the notes, explaining them as crude attempts to break the ice between us. He said he was wildly attracted to me and he guessed his heart got the better of his head. Then he went on for awhile about how the military takes a dim view of gays, and how much he trusted me to keep his secret. (This was way before Don’t Ask Don’t Tell.)

    Meanwhile, he kept edging closer to me. Soon he was close enough to touch my knee with his hand. I took a stiff slug off my rum and Coke when he left his hand in place.

    All the while he was staring into my eyes. I don’t know if he was trying to hypnotize me or what, but when he leaned in and gently kissed me on the lips, I didn’t pull away. He kissed me harder, running his hand to the back of my head, mussing my hair, his tongue now finding its way into my mouth. I was not resisting him at all – for some reason, maybe the booze, I was very turned on by this. I kissed him back and when he broke the kiss to nibble at my ear, or kiss my throat, I let him.

    Meanwhile, his hands had taken on a life of their own. He was running them up and down my back and my sides. When he got to my pants he lifted my shirt and began to rub my bare skin. All I could think was to press against him. I needed more contact. The feel of his hands and his lips was like a narcotic to me.

    He had my pants off. Somehow I kicked off my loafers. I was wearing tighty whities, which he pulled down and then off as I raised my ass off the couch. At that moment his head plunged into my crotch and I felt an amazing, cauterizing heat envelope my cock. I could not help but release a moan of pure ecstasy. Twice in the past, girls had gone down on me, but this sensation was on an entirely different level of passion. I think they call that “lust,” and I was feeling it. I spread my legs for him and he swallowed my cock while his right hand rubbed and massaged my thigh and the left cupped my balls. Occasionally his sucking grasp would descend to my ball suck and he’d draw them separately into his mouth, gently rolling them around on his tongue. But always he returned to my cock, which was harder now than I had ever seen it. A veritable gorilla boner, pumped up to maximum capacity by the amazing things he was doing to it with his mouth and his tongue.

    I felt a tingling sensation gather at the base of my spine, and I swear it was as primal and hot as the very first time I had an orgasm, a lad of 14 humping pillows in my bed late at night. I warned him I was cumming and he latched onto my cock with his mouth and would not let go. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I wailed and spewed jizz into his mouth, spasm after spasm of hot jizz, my eyes closed so I could focus completely on the ecstasy pouring out of me and into him.

    Finally, I relaxed into a contented slump as he lifted off my cock and kissed my stomach. I thought we were done and I wanted to savor the moment.

    But we were not done.

    I felt his cock touch my asshole. I opened my eyes. He was staring down at me. His cock, slick with some kind of lube, was poised to enter me. He smiled at me and whispered, “You’re so fucking beautiful. I’ve got to do this. I can’t resist.” And with that he pressed against my ass.

    Surprisingly, the knob of his cock slid right into me with no problem. It wasn’t until he had about half his cock inside that I began to feel pain and hissed. He paused, gave me a chance to get used to it, and kissed me. Then he resumed pushing. At one point the pain stepped aside, as if I had finally relaxed and allowed him entry, and I felt his crotch pressing against me, his balls draped over my ass.

    He continued kissing me as he fucked me. I found myself wrapping my arms around him, rubbing his back and then reaching down and grabbing his butt and pulling him into me as he pounded at my hole. I spread my legs wider, then wrapped them around him too, so that he had no choice but to fuck me. And that he did, slamming into me with such force that we both began sweating. I could smell his funk intermingling with my own, and the combination of sensation, smell and the sound of our bodies slapping together coaxed another orgasm out of me.

    Right at that moment I felt him tense up and push hard, and then his cock began pumping me full of hot cum. I could literally feel it filling my insides, four or five good jolts that left me quivering with pleasure.

    We lay like that for a couple of minutes. Then he slowly eased out of me. When his body disengaged from mine the air felt freezing. I think my teeth began to chatter. I drank the rest of the rum and Coke and felt the heat of alcohol gathering in my stomach.

    At that point I passed out.

    When I awakened later that night, I was in his bed, face down, and he was on top of me, gently sliding his cock in and out of my newly stretched asshole. The feeling was like a massage, so warm and sexy that I couldn’t help fall asleep again. I didn’t wake up until morning, after he had left for the base.

    I saw him many more times after that. I always let him fuck me. I was fascinated by his facial expressions when he came inside me – part lust, part bliss. You don’t think of tough military guys having those kinds of emotions, but they do.

    This happened before the arrival of AIDS. Obviously I would never have that kind of sex today without taking precautions. Back then all the STDs could be fixed with antibiotics.

    I sometimes wonder what happened to the colonel. He was reassigned and I lost track of him.

    One thing’s for sure: Maybe working my way through college didn’t build character, but fuck sessions with the colonel sure did!


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  • Need to Be Needed

    “That’s one sweet ass. You are one sexy piece of ass.”

    “I can sing too, and will look good in front of your band,” I said, trying to keep the focus on why I was there, in the sleazy hotel room, tinted red by the “O” and the “L” of the flashing neon sign just outside the window.

    I wondered if he could hear the pain in my voice, although chances were that he’d be proud that he’d put it there. Phil Gauteau, the huge French Canadian of the trendy band of the same name currently playing the Chelsea Bathhouse, had his back propped up on pillows against the headboard. He was smoking a cigarette and had an open bottle of bourbon and a water glass on the nightstand beside him. He hadn’t offered me either. There was a small pile of Magnum condom packets on top of the nightstand as well. One of the packets was split and empty, the used condom now on the floor beside the bed, fat as a sea slug with his cum.

    I vaguely wondered if there was a smear of blood on the condom, as well. He was a monster of a man, with a cock to match. It wasn’t appreciably long but was one of those known as a beer can dick. I’d never had a man that thick inside me before, and he had given me little time to prepare for it and had fucked me mercilessly, seeming to have enjoyed my cries of distress immensely.

    I wanted something from him and he knew it. So, I was in no position to ask for more consideration.

    I was stretched along his side, my right leg bent, the sole of my foot pressed into the surface of the thin mattress. I was doing what I could to keep from squeezing my anal channel shut, which was throbbing and was swollen, I was sure. I’d felt the opening for tears and found none, but the channel had been reamed wide open and hadn’t closed yet.

    I had no illusions that it would close anytime soon. He’d taken me hard and fast, missionary style, as soon as we’d entered the room, him saying that he’d hardly been able to keep his hands off me until we got into the room–a good sign for what I was after.

    “I don’t know what it is about you that’s so sexy,” he’d said. “You were born to be fucked.”

    I couldn’t explain it either, but it had been my experience through life–for men to want to fuck me. None as cock big as he was, though.

    I’d had no idea he’d be that thick–although his height and burliness should have given me a clue–and I’m sure anyone in the hotel at the time could hear my screams and grunts and groans as he spiked me, the sound backed by the rhythmic thump of the headboard against the wall and the squeaking of the springs as he pounded my ass.

    I half thought he’d listened to the beat of the headboard and the squeal of the springs to set a rhythm. That’s what he did in the Phil Gauteau Band, in addition to putting the musicians together–my interest at the moment. He was the band’s drummer and manager. I was a singer–a singer badly in the need of a job and a breakthrough.

    Moving from running my fingers through his chest hair, I let my hand drift down his belly and into his thatch. The cock fascinated as well as frightened me. It wasn’t just because it was so thick–surely nearly as thick as a beer can–but also because it was almost jet black. The skin of both his cock and his gigantic balls were black. There was no sign of blackness in him otherwise, but the color here bespoke of an interracial mix. I encircled the shaft with my hand, barely being able to touch my fingers together. It began to swell instantly.

    He laughed. “Ready for it again? So soon?”

    Not hardly, I thought. But I wanted this gig badly. My way to standing in front of the band in the Chelsea Bathhouse and singing like Frank Sinatra went straight through this monster dick. Gauteau had made it quite explicit what I had to do to get the chance. And that it was an audition of long duration.

    I bent over his belly and, while still encasing the base of the cock with a hand, opened my mouth wide over the bulb and began to suck. He groaned for me, which was a good sign, and after a few minutes, during which the shaft engorged so much that I had to unhinge my jaw to keep it in my mouth, I felt a nudge on my shoulder. I looked up to see that he’d split open another condom packet.

    “Crown me. Then we’ll go to town again.”

    Every ounce of my attention was on the baseball bat moving inside my passage, as he gripped my wrists, my torso cantilevered over his legs, my legs running up the side of his torso, his pelvis jerking back and forth as he pulled my body on and off the thick shaft. Grunting and groaning, I kept my eyes plastered to the red neon flash of the “O” and the “L” outside the hotel window and counted the strokes as he surely came closer to ejaculation and my liberation for now. The flashing sign was red; the tint of the atmosphere in the room was red, my swollen passage walls were red–my whole world was red, as I concentrated on surviving the fuck without split channel walls.

    And then, slowly but relentlessly, I opened to him and the pleasure of the fuck–the satisfaction of accommodating a monster cock–flowed in, and I was crying out for it. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard!” and he was increasing the pull, striving for deeper penetration, crying out, “Take it, baby, take it!” as he filled the bulb of his rubber.

    Later, our breathing having calmed down and his cigarette crushed out on the scarred top of the nightstand, the bottle of bourbon nearly spent, I felt him snuggling in behind me, his arms embracing me, his hand going to cupping and fondling my cock and balls.

    “Such a sweet lay. I could fuck you for days.”

    It seemed to me that he had.

    The fireplug of a cock was pressed into the small of my back. I couldn’t tell if it was hard or not–I certainly hoped not. My passage was throbbing and, I could tell, was gaping open.

    “So, is it set, then?” I asked tentatively, in a whisper. “Will you give me a chance to sing with the band at the baths?”

    “One thing is sure,” he muttered in a low-throated voice, “You’ve got one sweet, tight ass. You must sweat arousal juice.”

    I began to tremble as I felt his hand fumbling between the small of my back and his groin. There was no mistaking it, he was rolling on another condom.

    I moaned deeply as he turned me on my stomach and came down on my back. I opened my mouth in a silent scream and my eyes bugged out as he began to enter me again. pulling my knees up, I raised my buttocks and spread my legs, trying to be as open to him as I could be.

    “Oh, shit, of fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned, my eyes latching onto the blinking neon “O” and “L” outside the window as he began to pump again–in rhythm to the blinking neon lights.

    I couldn’t help myself. I begged for more of what he was giving and set my hips in motion, meeting his thrusts with counterthrusts.

    “Oh, baby, baby. Yes, baby. Give it to daddy.”

    “Yes, YES! SHIT YES! FUCK ME!”

    * * * *

    We were celebrating in our small loft room at the edge of Chelsea–well, in Zane’s small room. I was still living off of what little of a startup fund I’d brought to New York with me from Delaware. Somehow Zane, an aspiring actor, and I had hit it off well after meeting at one of those “aspiring artists” roving parties in Manhattan, getting half drunk, and coming back here for Zane to spike the night away on my ass. He too had remarked on how fuckable I was; I was beginning to think it was my only asset. I’d been sleeping here since then, on his nickel, and eating my principle meal of the day here, too, at his sufferance.

    He’d said it was worth sharing the meal with me if I cooked it–that he would burn half of whatever he tried to cook anyway.

    Zane had come back to the room with the news that he’d gotten the young hunk supporting role in an off-Broadway play, and I, of course, was full of the news that I was going to begin that weekend singing with the Phil Gauteau Band in the Chelsea Bathhouse. It really was a gay male bathhouse, but these had become trendy lately as places of entertainment as well. Some had gone so far as to be attractive to heterosexuals, but the Chelsea Bathhouse was still all gay male, with much open sex going on even in the main room during the shows. Certainly no women would chance it and a good-looking straight man would be raped in no time flat. The Phil Gauteau Band had gained a “to see” reputation as well, and it worked in the band’s favor that, unless you were willing to take in a gay venue, you’d have to pay big bucks for a private gig. The underground press loved advertising largely forbidden venues and limited-access bands.

    For the first time, that night, both Zane and I felt that we were “on our way” at last.

    I had wanted to celebrate by sharing a bottle of cheap wine, but I was at a disadvantage with this, as Zane would have had to buy the wine. Zane, instead, wanted to celebrate our familiar, costless way–costless because Zane didn’t believe in condoms and this was the early seventies, before the scourge of AIDS set in. Neither one of us could have afforded the cost of the condoms we would have needed anyway. Sex was nearly our only form of affordable entertainment in those days.

    Zane couldn’t keep his hands off me when we were together.

    Both naked, we were sitting on Zane’s air mattress on the floor, me encased in his arms, facing away from him, between his legs. That was the bedding we had: two camping blow-up mattresses on the floor, with sleeping bags on top of them, although mine was rarely used, as Zane liked to sleep with his dick in me. Between the two, they took up nearly all of the floor space in the room, where a kitchenette took up one wall and the only other room was a small bathroom, with a tight shower.

    That was the major regret that Zane expressed about the small apartment–that it was physically impossible for us to shower together.

    Zane was a real hunk–a Nordic blond, with a perfectly formed athlete’s body that placed him squarely in the romantic “second man” love-interest roles–not always too bright, but always a hunk–in plays. In contrast, I was smaller, dark complexioned, Jewish, and with a sleek, young-man’s body that was well proportioned enough, just not muscle bound. And there must have been something to that “scent of sex” thing men talked about when they were with me, because it was so often mentioned and I never was without propositions. Phil Gauteau had admitted that his arousal with me had been both a scent thing and the image of stuffing that beer can cock of his into the hole of a man as small as I was. It was a wonder to me as well that he had managed it earlier that evening–three times. Sometime during the third time, I’d adjusted to it well enough to have hoped for a fourth.

    Zane had his arms around me, with one hand stroking my cock. His lips were buried in the back of my neck. What he had rising up the small of my back was getting harder and harder. His cock wasn’t thick, but he was what we termed a “foot long” in length. Not nearly a foot long, of course, but close enough–it certainly seemed as long when it was inside me.

    “Such a coincidence for both of us to get good work on the same day,” I murmured.

    “Yes, isn’t it? I’m ready to celebrate. How about you?” Zane asked, his voice dreamy. He coaxed my head to turn with cheek pressure from his sexy five-o-clock shadow beard that he perpetually groomed. I opened my mouth to his, feeling the heat and insistence of him.

    I wasn’t sure I was ready for this. My passage still throbbed from Gauteau’s beer can cock assault earlier in the evening. I didn’t know if I could have sex again for a day or two.

    But then I was having sex, whether I thought I could or not. With his mouth still in possession of mine, he slowly pitched my torso forward, raising my buttocks to him. The cock slid right in. If he had any sensation that I’d been reamed huge and still hadn’t closed, he gave no reaction. His intent was to make me come before he took his pleasure. It was what he always wanted.

    I moaned and writhed within his grasp as he invaded with his cock only far enough for his glans to reach my prostate and start to work that, while his hand stroked my cock. Where I expected pain, I was getting only pleasure and the slow, sure buildup to an ejaculation.

    “Oh, God, Zane. Yes. There. Just like that. Oh shit, FUCK!”

    I shot my wad out across the mattress and collapsed in his arms, as his long, thin cock now began its journey deep up inside me. My passage walls constricted over the familiar shaft and began to shimmer. No pain–nothing left over from the rougher, near-splitting attention of Phil’s cock. I set my pelvis in motion, riding back on the cock as it moved ever deeper–reaching for my stomach. He began to pump me deep, and I moaned and moved my lips back to his for a deep, all-tongues kiss.

    I went down on my elbows onto the mattress, my cheek pressing into the mattress in front of me, the surface of the mattress slick from the cum I’d shot off there. Zane went up on his feet, crouched over me, gripping my waist with his hands, pumping me hard and deep, his golden pubic hair mingling with my silky, black curls, in to the hilt, reaching for my tonsils.

    And then, with a “Oh shit, Mike. I’m gonna come,” he did so in three long, wet spoutings deep inside me.

    We both, panting, fell off to the side, him embracing me with his arms, still sheathed deep inside me.

    “Congrats, Mike,” he whispered.

    “Same to you, Zane,” I whispered back. “I hope you didn’t have to sleep with the director to get the part.”

    I felt him stiffen. I don’t know what had made me say that. Guilt, I guess, considering what I’d had to do to get my gig. I didn’t have any reason to think he’d had to get the part this way. I was the one getting my job that way. He’d mentioned before times when it seemed he was expected to let a man fuck him to get a part, but there was no evidence he’d done so. He was a top. It would take serious consideration for him to submit to a man.

    It hadn’t taken that much for me to decide to do so to get ahead. But then I was a submissive. And I’d never had trouble giving it to a man with a good body and a stiff cock. Ever since my senior year in high school, starting with the former Marine living next door on the first day I could give consent, I’d willingly opened my thighs for any muscular, half-good-looking man demanding entry.

    “No, of course not,” he said defensively. “Besides the director is a woman.”

    “A good-looking woman?” I asked, digging myself even deeper.

    “Yes, she is.”

    “So, are you going to fuck her?”

    “If I can. But I didn’t do it to get the part.”

    “But does she react to you like she wants you to fuck her?”

    “OK, OK, I’ve fucked her, OK? But it was after she told me I got the part.” He pushed me away from him and sat up on the floor next to the mattress.

    It had been somewhat of a raw edge between Zane and me. He was bi. He fucked women too. He was fine–or least showed as such–about having me stay here and mooch off him. But he didn’t rely on me for anything and was as easy sticking it in a woman’s box as in my ass. I was the one who had needed him.

    “And, how about you?” he asked, each word separately enunciated, like rifle shots. “This Gauteau drummer who gave you the job. He’s got a monster dick, doesn’t he?”

    “Excuse me? I didn’t sleep with anyone to get the singing gig.”

    “Really? You want to go with that? How many times did he fuck you? Did you think you’d come to me open enough for a Mack truck to drive up in there and I wouldn’t notice?”

    “Three times,” I admitted meekly. “It was excruciating. Dick as thick as a baseball bat.”

    “But you’ve had a lot of dicks, haven’t you?”

    “Not that many,” I said defensively. “I’m not a slut.” Then, after a pause, “None that thick.”

    “But you’ll take him again, won’t you? to keep the job.”

    “Yes.”

    “And you’ll enjoy it, won’t you? Now that you’re reamed to his size. You are such a slut.”

    “Yes,” I shot back. “Now that I could take a Mac truck, there’s no reason not to take him again. He fucks really, really well.”

    It was true. It had been painful, until half way through the third time when I just relaxed and went with it fully, already reamed to the drummer’s needs. I already was thinking of having Phil Gauteau inside me again. Then, after a pause, “Quite the pair, aren’t we?” I murmured.

    But I’m not sure Zane heard me. He had risen from the floor and stumbled off to the bathroom.

    By now it was late in the night. I turned on my side, away from the bathroom door and, with a low sob, closed my eyes to try to fool sleep to overcome me. I didn’t want to think about what I’d had to do–what I’d had to give.

    I felt Zane’s body come down on the mattress behind me, stretching along mine. A hand clasped my right leg, low on the thigh, and I allowed him to raise the leg. I jutted out my buttocks and sucked in air as his cock invaded my ass and slid deep inside me.

    “Sorry, sweetheart,” He murmured in my ear, before sticking his tongue in my ear and swabbing it.

    “You just want to have your way with me,” I said, making it sound like a whimper. “You just want to get your dick in me again.”

    “Yes, I just want to get my rocks off again,” and then, more seriously, “we’re quite a pair, but we’re going to make it, you and I.”

    I sighed as his tongue started fucking my ear in the same rhythm as his cock was slow pumping my ass deep, sliding freely in the cum he’d deposited there earlier. I clamped my passage as tight as I could, my channel muscles undulating over his pumping cock, eliciting a moan from him that I harmonized with an octave higher.

    “Fuck me, Zane. Fuck me hard.”

    “With pleasure.”

    I groaned as the cock picked up plowing speed.

    * * * *

    It was uncanny. Every time I looked out into the audience, he was looking at me. This despite having two young men hanging off him. And I knew that look. He wanted me. With all the young men at the Chelsea Bathhouse who were available to him, he wanted me.

    Cole Temple was a legend at the bathhouse. He was even a bigger legend than just in the New York bathhouse scene. He was one of the foremost political novelists of our age. A lion of a man, the body of a Zeus into his forties and movie-star good looks, he famously was perhaps the most openly narcissistic and egotistical public figure in America in the current era. He was bigger than life, flamboyantly homosexual in an Oscar Wilde way before that became any sort of fashion and able to bring it off while still being acceptable in the halls of power and entertainment. His was the only opinion that mattered when he was holding court at a gathering. He sucked all of the air out of the room and still everyone there willingly laid down and opened their legs to him–emotionally, certainly, but also physically when he demanded it.

    And he demanded servicing daily–often nearly hourly.

    His father had been a major baseball player, his mother a raving beauty, whose father, a U.S. senator, had been the head of a political dynasty. Cole was related to a first lady on this side of the pond, and multiple royal houses on the other side. He was the last person leading families wanted to invite to gatherings, but he was the first one they wanted to hear give a acid-tongue riff on other members of the family. Therefore, he never was left off the guest list.

    His homosexual affairs with novelists and actors and more than one royal when he was barely legal were legendary. And he had become a major novelist and political commentator and book reviewer in his own right.

    He had shown up at the Chelsea Bathhouse from the day it had opened, and was reputed to have fucked at least one young man at the bathhouse and taken another one home each night. He was both insatiable and ever hard. A joke was making the rounds that a molding of his cock was going to be marketed as a dildo.

    And now he was sitting at a table in the first row as, I, wearing only a gold lamé G-string, wrapped myself around a pole on the stage in front of the Phil Gauteau Band and sang my little heart out.

    Two young men bracketed Temple at his table. One was naked and had his face plastered to the side of Temple’s head. The other, as good as naked, sat on the other side of Temple, who was only in silky boxer briefs, and had Temple’s cock pulled through the fly of the briefs and was stroking it. As was obvious from Temple’s reputation, the man was hung. From what I could see, a thick vein running the length of it, I could readily believe that it would be modeled for a dildo.

    Despite the attention he was getting from the two young men, Temple had his eyes on me. When he was sure I was looking, he even smiled directly at me and cupped his package–a sure declaration of intent in the bathhouse. I shuddered and felt myself going hard.

    It had been a euphoric four weeks since I’d been fronting the Phil Gauteau Band at the Chelsea Bathhouse. I had made a splash, yielding great reviews in all of the underground newspapers. I felt that now men were coming to the shows at the bathhouse to see and listen to me.

    He wasn’t the first one declaring he’d come to fuck me. And there had been patrons who had done just that, leaving me fat tips. I had never received action like this before. I decided I craved almost constant cock.

    Having Temple sitting there, with his eyes on me, was some sort of peak I had achieved. Temple was the biggest catch of them all–not just at the Chelsea Bathhouse, but in New York and beyond.

    I needed the boost. I’d gotten two whammies earlier in the day. I’d walked in on Zane fucking a woman in our room that afternoon. In the last four weeks, life had looked up for both of us. We both had real beds in the room now. But it also was becoming obvious that we were on the cusp of a change in living arrangements. We each could afford better now. But we hadn’t had the conversation about whether we would relocate together or go our separate ways at this point.

    We had had the conversation about bringing others back to the room, however. I might have managed if I’d caught him in the room with another man, but I still wasn’t comfortable with his bisexuality.

    The woman was considerably older than he was, but still was trim and with shapely legs that went on for miles. Zane’s pelvis was inserted between those legs and he was holding one of them raised from her body, which was arched back, her head hanging over the side of the bed and her long, straight, blonde hair swishing on the floor to the rhythm of the fuck. From the door into the room, I had a clear shot of his “foot long” taking long strokes inside her. I turned and left. This wasn’t what we’d agreed too. I realized that this probably was the director of his play and he was just solidifying his run in the part, but I thought we had an agreement that neither of us would bring someone else back to the room.

    At the same time, I realized that this was his room, not mine. He didn’t need anything from me–certainly not permission to bring anyone to the room to fuck. He had brought me to the room to fuck. It had been my need that had brought us together. It was obvious, though, that the time for new digs had arrived–and that they would need to be separate digs. The thought depressed me; I had been avoiding it.

    And then, when I had arrived at the bathhouse and sought Phil Gauteau out, I found him in his dressing room, fucking a young man on a divan. Later, when we rehearsed, and the young man showed up standing behind the keyboard, I realized that I no longer was the last person Gauteau had auditioned for a job in the band.

    Inevitably, I was being moved down a notch and would be receiving less attention than before from that beer can dick I now had learned to crave–if at all. I just hoped that the next young man Gauteau auditioned wasn’t another singer. My reviews gave me some hope, though, that he wouldn’t be releasing me any time soon.

    When I returned from a break and started into a new set of songs, I noticed that Temple no longer was at the table in the front row. If legend held, he was off fucking one of the young men I’d seen him with and had the other one in reserve to take home.

    I was wrong, though. When I left the stage door that evening, a Cadillac coupe was taking up most of the room in the alley. As I passed it, the driver’s side window rolled down. I saw the face of Cole Temple through the open window.

    “Get in,” was all he said.

    Feeling numb and hopped up at the same time, I went around to the passenger side of the car and climbed in. I had reached a milestone. The famous novelist, Cole Temple, was taking me home to his bed.

    Temple lived in an oversized penthouse apartment on Fifth Avenue, overlooking Central Park. We rode up in the private elevator to the top without a word. Inside the foyer, he turned to me and said, “The bedroom is in that direction. Take a shower and clean yourself out,” and I walked, feeling like I was walking on air, down a long hallway to what had to be the master bedroom.

    I wasn’t all the way down the hall, though, before I heard his doorbell ring and him opening the door to a large, boisterous gaggle of people. They streamed into his living room with much noise.

    I took a shower, padded out to the bedroom, which was dominated by a bed that had to be nearly twice the size of a king-sized bed, and slipped between the covers. I could hear a raucous party going on down the hall–a party I wasn’t being invited to.

    At length, I dozed off, only to be awakened in the dark sometime later, with Temple pulling up the sheets, climbing into the bed on top of me. He pushed my legs apart with his knees and stuffed a pillow under the small of my back. He covered me close from above, and, half awake, I began to gasp and groan as his cock forced itself inside me. It was as all-consuming as the legends foretold.

    He was both Phil Gauteau and Zane in one–both thick and long. I writhed under him, moaning and begging him to go slow, as his cock relentlessly dug deeper and deeper, ignoring my wishes completely. It was all about him. Cole Temple taking his pleasure on the body of a young man. On one level, being a submissive, I reveled in not being given any consideration. Struggle was useless. He was too big and strong for me, and what resistance I did try to give he took as a coy game and enjoyed breaking down, grabbing my wrists and forcing my arms above my head as he drove the cock ever more vigorously.

    For a forty-year-old man, he had remarkable stamina and vigor. He fucked me for nearly an hour straight. I ejaculated twice while he was pumping me deep.

    When he came, in a flood, I realized that condoms were not in his repertoire.

    I was still lying there, panting, with him going flaccid, but still big meat, inside of me, him laying full length on top of me, asleep and snoring.

    I woke in the light of morning, on my belly, Temple lying full length on top of me, with his dick pumping me deep again.

    I’d never had it so thick and long together. With a moan, I raised up on my knees a bit to give him even deeper purchase and began to move my pelvis in rhythm with his thrusts.

    Once again he fucked me for more than a half hour, not finishing before I had ejaculated into the sheets and collapsed onto the bed.

    He rolled off me and sat on the side of the bed. “I’m taking a shower. There should be everything you need in the kitchen to make breakfast. I prefer regular coffee in the morning to decaf. I trust you can cook.”

    My mother had died in childbirth when I was ten and I had two younger brothers, so, yes, I could cook.

    Naked and hobbling, bowlegged, I padded out to the living area while he was in the shower. The living room was a mess from the party the night before. I couldn’t resist bringing some order to it–replacing cushions on couches, uprighting lamps, and collecting butt-filled ashtrays–on my way to the kitchen.

    All I could think of while I was moving about was how he had pinned me to the bed with that monster cock of his–and how I ached for him to do it again.

    When he came out, his beautiful body only half covered with a robe that was gaping open, with him scratching his balls as he moved, he gave the living room an appreciative look. While breakfast was simmering, I’d had time to tidy up even more.

    It was obvious that he appreciated the cheese and mushroom omelet I’d worked up as well.

    “I demand absolute quiet between 10:00 a.m. and 1:00 p.m.,” he said as I watched him eat the omelet. If he wondered what or when I’d eat breakfast, it didn’t occur to him to ask. He lived up to the legend of his self-centeredness. “That’s when I’ll be in my study writing. Phones turned off; no answering the door. Tiptoe around beyond my hearing.”

    “Yes, sir,” I said, confused on why he was telling me this. What did I care what his daily routine was? His legend held that, although he took a young man home every night, it was a different young man every night. I’d had my Temple fuck–and a fuck to remember it was.

    “I’m lunching at the Plaza today. Expecting a plumber, though. The household money is in the kitchen drawer by the stove. Don’t tip him lavishly. Don’t tip him at all if he leaves grease on the floor.”

    “Yes sir.” So I was expected to stay until the plumber had come and gone.

    “You can use the bedroom behind the kitchen,” he said, “although I want you waiting in my bed every night unless I tell you otherwise.”

    So, he expected me to be here beyond the plumber. He wanted me in his bed again. I suppressed a moan as I went hard again.

    I probably should have asked him what the hell was going on here. But he’d pushed my buttons. I was a total submissive. As long as he told me what I was to do and didn’t ask my opinion, that’s what I’d happily do. It aroused me. It made me go hard. There was no hiding from him that it did.

    “Do you give a good blow job?” he asked, brushing his robe more open as he sat on the stool at the kitchen counter. He was in magnificent erection.

    “Um, I . . .”

    “Well, don’t just stand there. Suck me off,” he said, pulling me to him with a grip on my arm and forcing me down on my knees before him.

    Afterward, after he’d told me to hold off twice because he didn’t want to come then, he guided me into the living room, turned me over the arm of a sofa on my belly, and fucked me hard for some twenty minutes, cupping my chin and arching my torso back cruelly as he mined my passage deep and slathered my passage again with his cum.

    He finished at nearly the strike of 10:00 a.m. “Remember, not a peep out of you until after 1:00 p.m.,” he said. “My luncheon appointment is for 1:45. There’s a number for a grocery service on the refrigerator door. Call for whatever ingredients you’ll need for supper.”

    He left me there, draped over the sofa arm and moaning from the thickness, length, stamina, vigor, and prodigious cum of him.

    I didn’t return to the Chelsea Bathhouse that night–or the next–or ever again.

    Although he didn’t live up to his “every night” legend after that, he didn’t completely change his spots. He still went to the Chelsea Bathhouse some nights–unabashedly telling me he did–and fucked a young man, a new one each night, there–again having no embarrassment in telling me he had–and he still occasionally brought a young man home to fuck–rousting me out of his bed to do it, but bringing me back after he was finished and had sent the young man home and with me waking every morning in his bed with his dick pinning me to the mattress.

    He also frequently held court in the living room to a gaggle of raucous guests before coming to me at night, and he never invited me to the party.

    I would have thought that I was just his housekeeper if he didn’t keep me so well fucked. I wondered what he’d done for a housekeeper and cook before me, but I never had the nerve to ask.

    * * * *

    “What have we become, Cole?” I asked, beyond frustration. Not at all comfortable, at least at this moment, of where Temple had taken our relationship after ten years.

    “You didn’t say no to it,” he retorted.

    “When have I ever said no? When have you ever shown the least regard for what I think or want? Do you realize I’ve been with you for ten years now and you’ve never let me out of the bedroom to meet any of your friends?”

    “You couldn’t hold your own with any of my friends,” Cole spat out. “They would make mincemeat of you. They had razors for tongues; I’ve protected you from them. You are fulfilling the role you can handle. I would toss you out otherwise.”

    He was standing beside the bed, nude. The young black man who had been in bed with us and who I’d just sucked off as Cole fucked me missionary style at the side of the bed, rolled off the other side of the bed and headed for the bathroom.

    We had come a long way in our sexual activity since the early years.

    “Toss me out? Just like that? Like I meant nothing to you? Like I haven’t given up everything to cater to your every need?”

    “You’re getting what you want, what you need.”

    “I don’t think so,” I answered, angrily. I started to rise from the bed, but he pushed me back down with a fist to my sternum.

    “This is what you’re good for. This is what you stay here for,” he retorted, wagging his cock at me. “Here, suck this. You want to.” Grabbing a fistful of hair he jerked my head forward to his groin.

    Sobbing, I opened my mouth to his cock and took as much as it in as I could, gagging, as he released my hair only to grab my head between his hands and face fuck me.

    “Here, up on the bed,” he commanded, as he pulled out of my mouth and scrambled up on the bed onto his back. Pulling at me, he demanded, “You want my cock. Ride it. Fuck yourself.”

    Still sobbing, I dutifully threw a leg over his hip, positioned the head of his cock on my entrance, descended on the shaft, and started rising and falling on the thick, long cock that I couldn’t get enough of.

    The black man padded back out of the bathroom.

    “You want Nate’s cock too, don’t you? Be honest. Tell me. You live for the cocks.”

    “Yes, yes, I want Nate’s cock too,” I answered, with a sob. And I did. I’d just passed thirty and nothing had become of my life other than serving Cole Temple’s needs. And I’d done it all for his cock. I wasn’t getting any younger. He seemed suspended in time. He’d started bringing more young men home–and then had moved to bringing them into bed with me, moving from them fucking me in sequence to sharing my ass passage. How soon would it be before he pushed me out his bed, and his apartment, and his life? And I’d given the entire ten years to him, my chance at a singing career–any career–had been choked off in the first night he’d brought me home.

    How much longer would he keep me in his home?

    “You want us both together, Nate and me, don’t you?”

    “Yes,” I answered, fearful of what would happen the first time I said no. And this wasn’t the first time in the last year I’d said yes to two cocks at once.

    “Nate, catch,” Cole commanded, as the well-muscled and hung black man came up behind me and straddled Cole’s legs. What Nate caught was a condom packet. In the years since Temple had first fucked me, we’d come face to face with the threat of AIDS. Unwilling to declare monogamy when I was willing to, he bowed to the needs for protection, although neither of us were pleased with the loss of the feel of barebacking. Nate had fucked me earlier in the night, as Cole watched and beat his own meat. Increasingly, Cole had wanted variety and had wanted me to participate–and to provide him entertainment.

    I cried out as the black cock started working its way inside me above Temple’s already-buried staff. Nate wrapped his brown arms around my chest and his lips went to the hollow of my neck.

    “Such a sweet, tight hole,” he murmured, which took me back years to what Phil Gauteau had said about my channel’s reception of his black cock.

    “Oh, God, oh shit,” I muttered, shuddering at the invasion of the second cock, but managing it. “Fuck me, fuck me.” How much longer would any man want to fill me like this? How could I deny that I wanted this as long as possible. I couldn’t. “Fuck me hard, both of you,” I muttered, with a moan. “Yes, fuck me, YOU STUDS!”

    Temple laughed. “Yes, you want it. It’s what you’re here for,” as, moaning, I began to rise and fall on the two buried cocks.

    “Yes, shit, work me, work my ass!” Someday I would have to do without. But not today.

    * * * *

    “So, here you are at last, Mike.”

    I felt arms going around me in the shadow of the wings of an auditorium stage. Cole Temple was on stage, sitting in a wing-back chair, and conversing with a microphone with another political pundit on the implications of the recent national elections. The auditorium was nearly full. People always came out to hear Temple. He was known to be not only scathing and controversial in his pronouncements but on the mark as well.

    “Zane,” I exclaimed, turning my face back to the man who was standing close behind me. “My God, I haven’t seen you in years.”

    “Not since you disappeared from the face of the earth,” Zane said. “Although I and others knew where you were–that you were being held prisoner in Cole Temple’s apartment.”

    “Hardly a prisoner,” I answered.

    “What would you call it? One day you were the toast of the town as a singer for the Phil Gauteau Band, and the next day you were gone, only to be found in Temple’s bed. Nate Jackson tells me that he and Cole fucked you together. I might add that one day you were rooming with me and the next day you were gone.”

    “I’m sorry. Events took over.”

    “What happened to your life, Mike? Is Temple’s cock worth giving up everything for?”

    “It was my choice,” I said, defensively.

    “Was it? Was it really, Mike? I know Temple. I know it’s all about him and he has the power over people to make it all about him.”

    “It’s a good cock,” I answered, trying for flippant. “Even after ten years. It’s a great cock. it’s the greatest. His cock is legendary. They’ve made a dildo from it.”

    “And I think more men have ridden the real one than the rubber one,” Zane shot back. He calmed down immediately, though and spoke in a softer voice, “I’ve missed you, Mike.”

    “Have you really? Your career really took off. I thought you were in Hollywood now.”

    “I am, but I’m in town for a premier. I’m footloose tonight, though, and I have a hotel room nearby. How about a toss in the sheets for old time’s sake?”

    “I can’t. Cole will need me after he’s finished with this program.”

    “Do you really think so? I bet it doesn’t matter to him a jot that you’re here. He’s preening for the public. Just look at him out there, in his element. I heard him propositioning a stage hand before he went onstage. Are the two of them going to fuck you together tonight?”

    I just grunted in answer. I wondered which stage hand he meant. There were hunky ones and there were some not so presentable. Some were thuggish. I couldn’t help but shudder at the prospect.

    “I bet you could come away with me and he won’t even know you’re gone,” Zane continued. “Does anyone else fuck you now, Mike? I know you need regular attention.”

    “Yes, of course.”

    “Anyone else beside who Temple brings to bed? I know that he’s become increasingly jaded over the years. Anyone you’ve chosen for yourself?”

    I couldn’t answer that in the affirmative. “I’ll need to be here when he’s finished with the program,” I said. But there was a catch to my voice. Zane was running his hands over my body in the shadow of the stage wings. He was clutching my cock through the thin material of my trousers.

    “You’re hard. You’re hard for me, Mike.”

    I actually was hard for the image he’d brought up of a stage hand coming home with us, but I didn’t say that. I let Zane continue his silky seduction. It seemed important to him, and it had been years since a man had tried to seduce me. I could be hard for him, so it wasn’t really wrong.

    “I bet we can go back to my hotel room and Temple won’t even know you were missing.”

    “Of course he will.” I was panting lightly, though. I couldn’t hide the pull of my former lover now that he was rubbing my cock through my trouser material, and my mind went to that “foot long” cock of his, which I could feel hardening at the small of my back.

    “You can’t win the bet without testing it,” Zane whispered in my ear. “Remember how fast I can make you come. You will come to my hotel with me, now.”

    Well, when he put it as a command . . .

    * * * *

    “Oh, God, oh God, oh God,” I chanted, panting, as I lay on my back at the foot of the hotel room bed, with Zane standing on the floor between my legs, my right leg running up his chest, and the bulb of his cock rubbing across my prostate.

    “Oh, shit, I’m going to come,” I cried out and then I did. I cried out then as he went deep with the cock.

    “Bet I can make you come again before I do,” he muttered. And he did.

    “That was as good as of old,” he murmured, hunched over me, his kisses covering my face, pecs, and nipples. “But, no, not quite as good,” he added. “It will never be as good as when we could bareback.”

    “No, not that good,” I admitted. “But very good.”

    “As good as Temple can do?”

    I didn’t want to lie, so I didn’t answer. Nobody had the talented cock that Cole did.

    “Come to California with me, Mike. Leave him. He’s cruel to you. You’ve become a nonperson. You deserve better. We can be monogamous. I can bareback you again.”

    “He needs me.”

    “I’m sure he does. But I’m sure he doesn’t know it. You’ve given him too much, too easily.”

    “I have to go,” I said, rolling over and away from him, and reaching for my clothes. “He’ll wonder where I am.”

    “I have bet he won’t,” Zane said.

    Zane won that bet. When I got back to the apartment, Cole wasn’t there–and hadn’t been there. I showered and, naked, slipped under the covers of the bed. Well after midnight I heard the mob arrive and move into the living room. Cole’s voice rang out over the hubbub, so I knew he was home. I drifted off to sleep, and when I woke, all was quiet. But Cole wasn’t in the bed.

    I came out of the bed and padded into the living room. The place was tossed into the usual chaos after one of Coles’ frequent parties, but he wasn’t there, or in the kitchen, dining room, or study. Absentmindedly, I put the living room back in order. On my way back to bed, I heard them in one of the guest rooms. Cole was covering a young blond missionary style. I recognized the blond as an apprentice stage hand at the lecture–not one of the thuggish, seasoned stage hands I had fantasized about.

    Both were grunting like rutting animals. The young blond was rubbing Cole’s buttocks with the heels of his feet in tune with the rhythm of Cole’s thrusts–something I’d never done before. Cole was grunting like he enjoyed it. I stood there and watched for a bit, but I knew that Cole could fuck for longer than I could stand watching. The two began bouncing up and down wildly on the bed, the young blond crying out at the hard taking. I turned and went back to the bed in the master bedroom.

    Near dawn, Coles came to bed, nudged my thighs apart with his knees, and fucked me in the same position he’d used on the young blond and just as vigorously, bouncing our bodies up and down on the mattress. I even rubbed his buttocks with the heels of my feet as he thrust hard inside me, again and again and again. If he related the heel rubbing to what I’d seen the young blond doing, he didn’t remark on it.

    If I’d said all was right with the world because Cole, in the end, had come back to me, I would have been lying. Zane had been right. Cole showed no hint of having known that I’d left the auditorium during his program. He couldn’t have come looking for me afterward–he’d gone looking for the stage hand apprentice. He was completely innocent to any thought of where I’d been or how I’d gotten home.

    I doubt he’d even have cared if I told him that I’d let Zane fuck me.

    And, worse than that, the young blond’s name was Jared. He was twenty-one and gorgeous, and when I woke the next morning and went out to the kitchen to make coffee, he was still in the guest room, once more being fucked by Cole–making enough noise that I knew he was being fucked good by Cole.

    * * * *

    “We meet again. That’s quite a pile of packages. Doing your Christmas shopping?”

    I turned to see that Zane was there, at my side, in the Third Avenue Bloomingdale’s department store. It had been five days since I’d slept with him in his hotel room. I had assumed he’d finished his business and gone back to the West Coast. He hadn’t. I’d also spent the five days mulling over his request that I go to California with him.

    It gave me a little thrill to know he hadn’t left New York yet. I’d already decided that if he asked me to his hotel room again, I’d go.

    “I’m doing Cole’s Christmas shopping,” I answered.

    “I could have guessed,” Zane said. “So, did he miss you the other night?”

    “No,” I said. I almost added something, but didn’t. Zane noticed that.

    “There is more to that, isn’t there?”

    “Yes, but I don’t want to talk about it.”

    “Yes you do. He didn’t come home alone, did he?”

    “No, he didn’t.”

    “The young, blond stage hand–picked out for Cole and not for you?”

    “Yes.”

    “And the next night, yet another young man–younger than you? Fucking him longer than he fucked you?”

    “Yes.”

    “That one’s name is Sean Runion. He’s the new singer in the band now playing the Chelsea Bathhouse,” Zane said. “Temple has been fucking him for over a month now. He’s twenty-three.”

    “You knew.”

    “Everyone knows, Mike. I didn’t want to be the one to tell you. But it adds to my reason to ask you to come home to California with me. Temple is all about Temple. He won’t make an honorable break with you. He’ll just follow his dick on to new conquests and let you slowly fade away–in the end just using you as his housekeeper. It’s a miracle that you’ve been with him for ten years. Runion stayed the night, did he?”

    “He’s still there after four days,” I said, almost choking on the words. “He’s rarely been out of bed ever since.” At least the blond stage hand had only been a one-night stand.

    “And Temple?”

    “In bed with him. For the first time I’ve known him, Cole isn’t keeping his strict writing hours. He fucks me too, but not as often as he’s fucking Sean–even when he should be writing.”

    “Come to California with me, Mike. I’ll treat you right.”

    “He needs me.”

    “Apparently not enough.”

    “If he’d just admit that he needs me.”

    “Cole Temple admit that to anyone? It’s not going to happen. What are you going to do now?”

    “About Cole?”

    “No, about us. Are you going to come back to my hotel room with me?”

    “You don’t know how badly I wanted to do this back in that room we shared,” Zane told me as he pushed my belly against the tiles of the shower in his hotel room bathroom and fucked me from behind under the cascading water. “You remember that the shower wasn’t big enough. I did fuck you over the sink once, though.”

    “Yes you did. I remember,” I murmured, as I widened my stance, wanting him to reach ever higher inside me.

    “And over the toilet.”

    “Yes”

    “And on the floor. We were young and wild. We could at least be wild again.”

    “Could we?” I dearly wondered if that was possible again. And, yet, here we were in his shower, with him covering me from behind.

    * * * *

    The doorbell woke me. I turned over and moaned. I couldn’t close my legs. Zane had fucked me through the night as if had he’d taken that long dick of his out of me, I might have escaped and bummed my way back to the East Coast. Despite the soreness deep inside me–the feel of his accumulate cum–what, four, five times in the night?–since Zane’s answer to safety was regular checking and a pledge of monogamy rather than condoms, I found myself reaching for him, missing the possession of my channel by his cock.

    Somewhat of a revelation had hit me between the second and third fuckings, though. I was tired then and told him so. I begged for a respite. It didn’t matter to him. He’d slapped my legs apart, pinned me to the mattress with his cock, and pumped me hard. This was about him and what he wanted. He thought no more about me and my needs than Cole did. I was as much just a trophy ass channel for him as I had been for Cole. With Zane, it was all about Zane too. Could I help it if I aroused men like this–even at my age? Was it all about sex?

    I reached out for him, as interested in a cuddle as a fuck. He wasn’t there, though. That’s when it caught up with me that there had been a doorbell ringing.

    I heard him call up the staircase from the foyer of his Hollywood Hills mansion. “A visitor for you, Mike. I’ll put him in the living room and go make coffee.” His voice sounded flat, like he was of two minds on whether to let me know someone was here to see me. I had no idea who it might be.

    I quickly pulled on jeans, a T-shirt, and sandals and clumped downstairs.

    “I had a hell of a time finding you.” Cole’s voice sounded hurt, on the edge of anger. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have put it that way,” he continued, visibly calming down, forcing himself to release tension. “I just was worried as hell.”

    “I couldn’t talk to you about it, Cole,” I answered. “We never seemed to be able to talk to each other about it.”

    “I need you, Mike. I need you to come back. My life is all fucked up. You gave it order.” His voice was choked up and I could see the glisten of tears in his eyes. Feigning such an emotion was beyond his capability, I believed. I must take him seriously. This was well beyond the natural arrogance of Cole Temple.

    “That’s something you’ve never said before, Cole,” I said.

    There was a catch in his voice when he answered. “I know. You know me. You’ve been everything to me for the past decade. I couldn’t function without you. I can’t function without you.”

    “Do you mean that Sean can’t cook or clean house?”

    “Sean is gone. I realized that you misunderstood about him.”

    “What’s to misunderstand? Sean is young; his body is supple. He is in awe of you, which we both know is something you must have. Do you mean you’re giving up fucking men in the baths and bringing them home?”

    He gave me a blank look. He didn’t have the foggiest notion he was doing anything out of the ordinary–for him.

    “No, you can’t stop doing that, can you?”

    “You’re different,” he said. “You’re above all of that. Those are just casual lays. I’ve kept you with me for a decade. We’ve been together for a long time. Doesn’t that tell you anything?”

    “It tells me that I can’t expect you to change, certainly, but I can expect something else from you.”

    “What? Whatever it is, I’ll say it, do it. I need you. I need what you give me, what you are to me. I can’t function without you. What is it that I need to say or do?”

    “You just did,” I said, with a sigh. “I can’t expect you not to be the great, legendary Cole Temple, I guess, but we’ll have to work on a little more recognition of that need you are talking about.”

    Temple rose from his seat and extended his hand. “Let’s go home, Mike. Life isn’t perfect, but we can work at it.”

    When Zane came into the room with coffee cups on a tray, he found the room deserted, the front door yawning open, and Cole Temple and me gone.


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  • Raunch in the mountains

    Dan and Mike, their legs sticky with cum, watched as Eli, another man in the guesthouse, walked into the communal bathroom. Eli was taller and more muscle-bound than Mike–a bodybuilder, probably–virtually hairless except for the curly black mop on his head and the thatch above his good-sized, big-veined cock. He sat astride the toilet and began exploding farts.

    Then, into the bathroom came a naked boy about 20, thin, with caramel-dusky skin, with a faint goatee and a crimson towel twisted around his neck. As Eli sat and grunted, the boy approached him and bent to kiss his cheek. “This is Ignacio,” Eli told Dan and Mike. “Ignacio, Mike just spanked Dan’s bare bottom.”

    Ignacio grinned.

    “Show Ignacio,” Mike said, and compelled Dan to display his swollen, red behind.

    After Eli wiped his bottom, Ignacio sat and moved his bowels.

    “Ignacio had an enema last night. He’d been a little bound-up. In more ways than one.”

    The couples each shared a shower stall, and Mike rubbed Dan’s tender bottom with soap. He and Mike were of course “spent,” but he couldn’t help thinking about Eli’s broad shoulders, narrow waist, and boulder-hard buttocks. Did he use steroids to achieve that look?  

    “I’ve got, er, plans today,” Mike later confessed. “A friend in Cheshire owns an antique shop, and I promised I’d help appraise some furniture. I work for an auction house in Portland.”

    So Dan was stuck all day by the guesthouse pool, a cold and slightly slimy body of water, with pine needles and dead moths floating across it. However, Gilbert, the houseboy, went skinny-dipping, as did an African-American couple from Virginia, Miles and Cedric. Dan lingered on a battered chaise lounge, in his flowered Hawaiian jams.

    “Was it you who got spanked this morning?” Miles asked, playfully. “Is that why you’re in a jam, so to speak?”

    “No. No way.” Dan squirmed as the woven plastic pinched his stinging bottom.

    “Well, Eli says otherwise.” Miles submerged. When he resurfaced, he babbled on about Eli–how he was from Evanston, Illinois, but had served in the Israeli army, had been married and twice divorced, was the heir to some pharmaceutical money, had been elected Mr. Leather Chicago, and was “really into ass.” He splashed his partner, tossed him an inflatable seahorse. “Here, honey, ride.”

    That night, Mike visited Dan’s room. He tugged off Dan’s briefs and deposited him, gently, on the extra-wide bed. Dan flexed his bare bottom, felt his anus tighten. Mike coated his finger with lubricant and spread it into Dan’s crack and up his rectum. “I’ve only done this once,” Dan confessed.

    “Practice makes perfect.”

    Glancing back over his nervous shoulder, Dan saw Eli–tall and naked and beaming–slide into the room. Ignacio hovered nearby.

    “Open your bum,” Mike insisted, and Dan jammed a pillow under his crotch. “Open wide, or you’ll get another spankin’.”

    Ignacio sniggered.

    “You,” Eli commanded, “bend over!” He gave Ignacio a resounding slap on the bare bottom, so that the boy yelped. Then, borrowing Mike’s tube of KY, Eli lubricated his boy’s crack and directed the little Hispanic, “Lie down beside your brother.”

    Mike inserted his huge hog into Dan’s rectum as the springs of the bed creaked and pitched. Ignacio was staring into Dan’s eyes as the big dick took possession of his bottom, filling him with its solid, and, yes, painful, masculinity.

    Then Eli mounted his own boy, and Dan saw Eli’s grin, smelled the gel in his tousled hair and the cocktail hour beer and pretzels on his breath. “Right in the bum,” Eli stated.

    “Two bare bottoms,” Mike said, but Dan knew there were actually four bare bottoms in the room, and he couldn’t help remembering Eli’s big white one, so tight and oddly smooth, naturally, not shaved.

    Just then, Eli cut a loud fart. “That’s a man’s fart. Not a boy’s,” he said. “Stop clenching your ass, Ignacio. Or you’ll get a spanking, like Dan.”

    The men pounded their boys’ bare bottoms. Ignacio gulped and sighed. When Dan did the same, Ignacio wiggled toward him and kissed him on the lips, thrusting his tongue into Dan’s mouth.

    “You didn’t ask permission to do that,” Eli snapped. “You’re getting a licking, junior.”

    Simultaneously, both top men came, with the boys squirting as they finished. They’d all flooded the sheets into a sticky, useless mess. “Man!” said Mike, all smiles.

    “Boy, I think,” Eli corrected him.

    “Excuse me?”

    The stronger Eli pulled Mike over his knee.

    Dan couldn’t believe it; he was offended and delighted and aroused.

    “Hey, Weis-broad!”

    “Quit mouthing off.”

    Eli gave the shocked top a long, hard, bare-bottom spanking that roused laughter and lured spectators–Miles and Cedric and Gilbert, the houseboy–who all pushed into the now-stifling room.

    “Ow!” Mike’s face turned as red as his bare bottom, as red as Dan’s had burned that very morning. “Cut the…STOPPIT! I MEANIT”

    “When I’m damn good and ready. Sound familiar?”

    The next day, Eli was out of control. He swam naked in the guesthouse pool, swilling beer after beer. He spanked Ignacio, bare, in public, on the patio. As the guests were finishing the last pretzels at cocktail hour, Eli waved his muscular bare bum over the unwanted appetizers and farted. “Now they’re kosher,” he told his audience.

    “What an asshole,” a guest from Hartford whispered to Dan.

    “But what an ass around it,” Miles said.

    For Dan, the weekend at the Moose Pond Guesthouse was a bummer–in the very best sense of the word.

    END

  • Holiday Break

    I loved the way Caleb’s happy trail tickled my stomach. I pressed in as close as I could, with his scruffy face grazing my neck, and his hands pulling at my ass cheeks. The love seat was overstuffed, and cozy, but it allowed for only so much body contact. I pulled back, kissing his lips quickly, and walked toward the bed. “Babe, come back.” I turned and shook my head, pushing my dick down, and letting it bounce back up. “I want all of you, and that thing is a sink hole. He looked like a little kid, completely sunken into the center crevice of the cushions. His arms were reaching toward me, and his dick to the ceiling. I giggled, walking toward him, reaching my hands out. He grabbed them, pulling me down to him. Fuck, his strength. “It’s a love seat. Where lovers who love each other, make love.” “Oh, is that how this works?” He maneuvered his body over mine, pushing me back into the canvassed fabric. His face grazed mine, and his lips worked their way down to my chest. 

    I let myself go limp, while he cupped the small of my back with his left hand, and held hands with me, with his right. His lips were playing with my nipples, and I spread my legs open, letting him fill the space, with his strong shoulders separating my thighs, and cradling my hard shaft with his thick trail of curly hairs. He worked his way lower, and took me in his mouth. I moaned, running my free hand through his thick, dark hair. His scalp was warm, and the faint hint of chlorine reached my nostrils. 

    He lovingly caressed my under shaft with his tongue, rubbing my dick head under the roof of his mouth. His teeth lightly brushed the sensitive skin, making me gasp quietly. He pulled off, looking up at me. “Babe, are you ok?” “Yeah, I love what you do to me.” He smirked, and went back down on me. He bobbed his head a couple times, then pulled his lips off me, to focus on my balls, which had risen up to meet my shaft. He flicked his tongue playfully at them, and worked his lips down the center of their soft sack, nestling his face in the sensitive space between my dick and ass. He worked his mouth over every inch of the smooth, warm space, and I felt my hole puckering.

    He lifted my legs, and I hugged my thighs, fully exposing my most sensitive spot to him. He worked his tongue in and out of me, while I moaned, and clenched my ass lips around his tongue. He nibbled just outside the ring, and then kissed the lips lightly, sending ripples of pleasure through my entire form. I started precumming, and freed a hand, to wipe at the head, and taste the salty liquid on my lips. I longed for him to fill me up. I wanted his body on me, his lips on my lips, his dick inside me. In this moment, I wanted all of his manhood, taking over the deepest parts of me. 

    I surrendered to him, as he adjusted himself in the mounting position. He arched over me, kissing my lips deeply, as he pushed his dick inside me, inch by inch. I moaned in his mouth, while he filled me up, pushing all the way in, til I could feel him pushing against the wall of tissue and muscle that prevented him from totally splitting me open. His soft bushy pubes caressed my balls, and shaft, and I felt his thick chest and ab muscles expand against my smooth body, while we kissed. He flexed his dick up and down, forcing more pre cum out of my dick head. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling my legs up, and hugging his sides.

    He slowly fucked me. He said my name over and over. He told me how good it felt fucking me, how good it was to take me over. He flexed his dick, flexed his chest, and his arms, showing me who was boss. He knew that I knew he could break me, but he chose not to. I knew that he knew, in spite of anything else going on, he was the one. He was my Alpha. He could have me whenever and wherever he wants. He would pause every now and then, looking me in the eyes, and smile at me. He played with my hair, pushing it back behind my ears, and press his fingertips to my lips, parting them, and peering inside my mouth. “I love you.” “I love you too.”

    He pulled back, cupping his hands under my arms, and leading me up to him. He stayed inside me with his arms around me, kissing my lips. His scruffy chin tickled mine, and I giggled in his mouth. “What?” He pulled away, smiling. “It tickles, that’s all.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah.” He rubbed his face all over my face and neck, making me laugh uncontrollably. He pulled back, and kissed my chin. “You wanna wake up the guys?” “Stop it then!” I punched his chest. He pushed me back, pulling out of me, and reaching his hand down. I took it, and got up, following him to the bed. He got in after me, kissing at my ass, while i adjusted the pillows. I lay on my back, spreading my legs, anticipating him. He slowly crawled toward me. “You ready for this?” He was half whispering. “I want it bad.” “Yeah?” “I do…Give it to me.” He rested back on his heels, flexing his dick up and down, giving himself a few jerks. He pushed the foreskin back over his head, pulling at the skin, and making the familiar oval shape. 

    “Remember our first time messing around, and I told you it was like fucking a little vagina or ass?” “Yeah.” I loved when he played with his dick. “I’d never fucked a girl, only guys.” “I kind of figured, when you put your finger in my ass, and insisted I sit in your lap while we jerked off.” His smile faded, and he got serious. “I really do love you.” “I know.” “When I’m inside you, I just want to be in you, and over you, and with you, like all the time.” “I feel the same…” I stopped myself, realizing how ridiculous that probably sounded. “I want to marry you Lucas.” I felt my throat tighten, and my lips open. A million thoughts flooded my mind, and I had to force myself to smile, and close my eyes. I tilted my head back, sighing loudly. 

    I looked back up, and felt the tears forming in my eyes. I was breaking him. I sat up, and fell into him, hugging his neck. I realized it’s exactly what I wanted. I found myself in three different loves, and I knew this was the one that really mattered. I could trust him, and I could be with him. He kissed my neck, leaning against me, til I fell back against the softness of the duvet and pillows. He was over me, kissing me, and telling me he loved me. He was inside me in a moment, and slowly thrusting his manhood in and out of me. I let him take over. His hands under my thighs, his mouth on mine, his words against my skin, and his hot breath all over my neck and face. We were sweating and breathing heavy, and probably making the bed creak, but I didn’t care.

    I felt myself edging closer and closer to orgasm, and I looked up in his eyes, seeing the same in him. We didn’t say a word. We kept eye contact, until my eyes started fluttering, and I saw his eyes narrow, and he bit his lip, as sweat dripped from his forehead, onto mine. I held his face in my hands, feeling myself cum, and simultaneously feeling him throb inside me, emptying his love into me. I closed my eyes, and felt the weight of his body on me, pushing me deeper into the bed. He ran his hands up and down my outer thighs while he throbbed and jerked inside me. I could feel the twitching of his dick against my prostate, and I slowly felt my own dick calm, as the cum became a slow trickle between our bodies. 

    We lay like that for awhile, and then he rolled over, quickly pulling out of me, as I felt a brief coolness of air inside the inner lips of my throbbing asshole. I was wet with him, I smelled of him, and I was becoming his. He ran his fingertips across my moist shoulder, as I turned away from him, backing into his body, feeling him press up against me. He was still hard, and so was I. He kissed my back, running his fingers to the front of me, and pressing into my abdomen, pulling me back til there was no space between our bodies. I felt myself drifting, and soon I was asleep.

    I dreamt of us. I remember vividly, a car ride, out to his parents’, with the sun, the breeze, and a dnce album playing. Our hands were intertwined, and I just kept watching him. I can’t remember what we talked about, but his voice was very familiar in my dream, and I agreed with everything he was saying. We found a spot off the road, and made out, and made love. 

    I woke up abruptly, and felt him breathing behind me. I was sweaty, and warm, and got up, to open the window. The cold air hit me hard, and I lost my breath for a second. I closed my eyes, breathing it in, and feeling instatly cooler. I closed the window, and shuffled around, looking for my clothes, and remembering the night before. I opened his drawers, and found some boxer briefs, pulling them on, and stepped out into the hall. It was still night, and only the sounds of humming from the kitchen could be heard. I walked past Donnie’s room, hearing nothing, and reached the bathroom. Chris’s light was on, and I peeked around the corner. He was sleeping with his netflix playing on his ipad. I wanted to turn it off for him, but decided against it.

    I stepped into the bathroom, and peed, seeing all the dried cum spots on my body, and picking at them, while they flaked off, falling into the rumbling water. I flushed, and washed my hands, feeling Caleb draining out of my ass, and soaking through his boxer briefs. Shit. I hurriedly shut the light off, and shuffled back to his room, getting in bed, and feeling his movements. “You ok?” He was half asleep, and his voice was scratchy. “Yeah, I had to pee.” “Alright, come here.” He reached for me, and I slipped out of his underwear, and nestled in. “I kind of leaked in your boxer briefs.” “No bigs, It’s my mess anyway.” He giggled through his nose, pulling me close. I fell asleep shortly after, and woke up again to the sound of the tv blaring from the living room. 

    I sat up, rubbing my face. “What the fuck.” Caleb jumped off the bed, running to the door. His bare ass disappearing around the corner, into the hall. I heard him yelling down the stairs to turn it down, and some muffled apology from Chris. I lay back against the pillows, draping my arm over my face. Caleb came back in, closing the door behind him, and I felt him climb into bed, and get behind me. “Stupid ass.” “What was he even watching?” “VH1. He doesn’t even like rock.” “Yeah no shit.” 

    The sun was shining in through the half window that I’d forgotten to cover after I got some air last night. I felt Caleb still over me, and I opened my eyes, looking up at him smiling down at me. “You want to sleep more? Or…” I felt him press his hard dick against my thigh. He bit his lip, and furrowed his brow. “He won’t go back down, now that I’ve seen you naked here.” I reached up, softly slapping him across the face. “You animal.” “Hey, you loved it last night.” I propped up on my elbows, pulling my legs up, exposing myself. “Help yourself.” 

    “Fuck yeah!” He was quickly between me, spitting on my hole, and rubbing his fingers in and out of me. I felt his cum from the night before, loosen inside me, and soon, he had the leftovers, coating my outer ass lips, pushing his dick head up against me. He moaned, while he pushed himself inside. He quickly thrusted in and out of me, grunting, and biting my ear lobe, talking dirty while he breathed his hot breath on my neck. “Fuck baby, fuck you feel good.” He was quickly getting close, and I was just getting into it, when I felt him lose control, and explode inside me. “Fuck yeah…” He moaned in my ear, collapsing down on top of me. 

    He was breathing loudly against me, his heart racing, and his sweaty body sliding against mine. I pressed my face to his head, feeling his thick hair brushing my eyes and nose. He panted against me, and I just held him. I could feel his dick flexing inside me, when there was a knock at the door. “Don’t come in.” Caleb said, out of breath. “I’m taking off man.” Chris sounded irritated. “What?” “I’m. Taking. Off.” Caleb looked at me, questioningly. I shrugged my shoulders, and felt him going limp inside me. He looked down, and slowly pulled out of me. “Sorry babe. I’m going to talk to him.” I nodded, and he got up, digging for some clothes, and finding jeans to pull on, as he stepped out of the room. 

    I felt him draining out of me again, and got up, grabbing a towel to pull around my waist. I headed for the bathroom, running into Donnie in the hall. “Hey babe, how’d you sleep?” “Um, what’s going on with Chris?” “I don’t know. He’s salty as fuck though.” “Why?” “I’m not sure, but he was pissy all morning.” “What time is it?” “It’s like three in the afternoon.” “Oh shit.” “Yeah, he’s been a bitch all day, you better handle it.” I walked past him to the bathroom, closing the door behind me, and started up the shower. I felt like this was a breaking point. What if he was just sick of being up here? There really wasn’t much going on except all the sex, and site seeing. I hurriedly showered, pushing as much of Caleb’s cum out of me as I could without shitting myself. 

    I toweled off with a fresh bath sheet, wrapping it around me, and went to my room. I got dressed, and went downstairs. The house seemed empty, and I saw some coffee in the pot. I poured a cup, and added creamer, resting against the counter, and waited. I heard my phone going off upstairs, and ran up to get it. It was Donnie. “Hey babe, yeah Chris is out.” “He left for real?” “Yeah, we just picked up a rental. He wanted to head back on some shit.” “Ok, well…” “You ready? We can stop by and pick you up.” “Yeah, I’ll get my coat on.”

    I hung up, and went downstairs, getting my coat and boots on. The guys pulled up in a Suburban and I ran out, getting in the back. Caleb turned back, winking at me. “Hey,” my eyes adjusted to the light. “Hey,” he waited for me to get my seat belt on. “So, we’re going to check out this home style place with half pound burgers.” “Ok, sounds good.” “Yeah, I know how you like your meat.” Donnie put his fist behind the seat, waiting for me to bump him. Caleb punched him under the arm. “Shit, I’m just playin!” Caleb scanned for a decent station, but a lot of it was local advertisements.

    We pulled up, and walked in quickly. It was pretty cold, and the place seemed pretty open. We got seated right away, with a table over looking the parking lot. I sat across from Caleb, and Donnie got in by me. Caleb raised his eyes at me, and then quickly looked over the menu. We all got waters, and Donnie started talking about how Chris had acted all morning. Caleb nodded, uninterested, and occasionally looked up at me with a smile in his eyes. I’d smile back, and look back at my menu. Donnie eventually stopped talking, and I looked up, seeing him watching me. “What’s up with you two?” “What do you mean?” “I mean, something’s going on.” He rolled his eyes glancing over his menu. I put my hand on his arm, feeling him tighten up. “Sorry. I’m still tired, and I just think Chris needs some time, or whatever.” “Yeah well, now I’m the third wheel, so fuck that.” I felt bad, but there was absolute truth in what he said. Without Chris here, Caleb and I didn’t have time to be just us, without someone there to hang out with Donnie.

    The guys ordered the half pound burgers, and I ordered steak tips and mashed potatoes with gravy. it came with a corn on the cob, but I gave it to Donnie. The steak tips were so chewy, I didn’t really talk much during lunch. Caleb had the waitress put my food on his check. “Thank you>” I smiled across the table at him. “You’re welcome.” He ran his foot up my leg under the table. Donnie didn’t say much on the way back to the bungalow, and as soon as we got there, he went to his room. I wasn’t going to stop him, but part of me wanted to make him feel better. I was just loving this moment with Caleb. I actually felt like we were a couple, and it was like an ongoing after glow from the night before. I love this man.

    We watched tv, and cuddled on the couch. Our feet were intertwined, and warm, and his arm was around my shoulders. There was a commercial break, and he quickly flipped the blanket over us, pushing me down, against the arm of the couch. We made out til the show started again, and came up for air. I felt warm, and I felt the static through my hair. I heard Donnie’s door open, and his footsteps on the way down. “Damn, you guys should just go back to your room.” He messed my hair up, as he walked by. “Lookin all caught in the moment and shit.” I ran my fingers through my hair, realizing it was standing straight up in the middle. Caleb watched me, giggling. “What…” I stuck my tongue out. “Nothin, but you do look like you just got caught doing something wrong.” I smiled, and got off the couch. 

    I went to the kitchen, and helped Donnie get the dishes out of the dishwasher, putting them up in the cupboard by the sink. “So, are you two gettin close or what?” He was practically whispering. “Yeah, but I think we all got closer up here,” I whispered back. “Nah, I mean, do you think you’ll be serious with him?” He looked over, and saw his big dark eyes looking down at me, with concern. I looked away quickly, feeling my face flush. “I…I guess we will be.” “So…Are you done with me?” I shook my head, and set the plate I was holding, down. “I don’t think I could ever do that to you D.” He nodded slowly, picking up the plate I had set down, and put it in the cupboard, leaning in, and quickly kissed my lips. “Alright babe, I’m still yours.” He closed the dish washer, and went back out to the living room.

    I smiled, but in an odd way I didn’t like it. I had become so used to this threesome of security, that I didn’t imagine it any other way. Could I really be just a one guy, guy? I wanted to get through the rest of the year, and think it through. Was Caleb serious? Was this just in the moment of where we were? Was the mountain air making him think things he really didn’t think? Was Donnie jealous, or just competing with the idea of Caleb and me being a couple? I watched a cardinal play in one of the little snow drifts on the ledge of the porch. I wanted to be with Caleb forever, but for right now, wasn’t this just ok for us to share? I hated myself for a second, realizing how selfish it was to not fully consider his feelings. 

    I went back to the living room, seeing Caleb sitting there, watching tv, with the blanket still draped open, waiting for me. He smiled, and put his arm up, waiting for me. I got in, and pulled the blanket back over. He cleared his throat, and turned toward me. “I know last night was special. I don’t want you feeling pressure, but I do want you to know I meant it all.” I looked at him, smiling. “I know. And I love you.” He leaned in, kissing my lips, putting his free hand to the side of my face. 

    We watched more tv, and soon it was getting dark in the house. Caleb got up, and turned on a lamp. He yawned, looking at his watch. “Wanna call it a night?” “YES.” I got up, excitedly, folded up the blanket and followed him upstairs. He stripped and got in bed, and I left my underwear on, getting in after him. He pulled me close, and kissed my cheek. We lay there for a while, til I felt myself drifting off. My mind found a peaceful place, and all the mixed thoughts of the day were put to the back, as I let myself wander into sleep.


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  • Tall Tale – Rehab

    He didn’t get much sleep that night. Trent and Danny spent most of the night whispering, and giggling. They would walk across the room and get in each others’ bed, and he thought he even heard them fucking at one point. He rolled over, and wrapped his pillow around the back of his head, pressing the sides to his ears, muffling any noises they were making.

    The next morning he woke up slowly, feeling a familiar sensation around his dick. He opened his eyes, realizing Trent was in bed with him, sucking his dick. He looked down, as Trent looked up at him with his big brown eyes. Trent smiled, reaching his hand up, and clawing his nails down his happy trail, slowly bobbing his head up and down the thick shaft of his dick. Trent was really good at sucking. He licked inside his foreskin, tonguing up and down the underside of his shaft, and pulling lightly on his balls.

    He wanted to tell him to stop, but fuck, it felt amazing. He looked over at Danny’s bed, and saw him watching, and jerking off from across the room. Danny smiled and nodded at him. He looked back down, and Trent sped up his bobbing, pulling harder on his balls. Fuck, he was going to cum. He didn’t give a fair warning, or nod, he just let himself blow inside Trent’s tight little mouth. He heard Trent gag, and choke, as he filled his throat with hot jizz. He busted out a few shots, feeling his dick throbbing openly in the guy’s mouth. 

    Trent looked up, with tears pouring down his face, and a sick smile. “I liked it Papi.” “You’re a sick fuck.” Trent giggled. “You didn’t say no.” “You think any normal guy is going to say no, when someone’s already sucking their dick? Fuck.” Trent sat up, letting his dick flop against his hairy abs. He reached down, tucking it into his sweat pants. He saw Trent pulling some pubes out of his mouth, and smiling down at him.

     “Why don’t you go finish off your boyfriend over there?” Danny sat up, still stroking his dick. It was actually pretty impressive for a small guy like him. His dick stood straight out, curving up at the head. He had a dark brown shaft, and a light pink head. He turned toward the wall, hearing slurping noises from across the room, and Danny getting verbal as the slurping sped up. “Yeah, fuck I’m gonna bust. Oh shit, here I cum.” He moaned and Trent choked down another load. 

    He wasn’t going to be getting any sleep, so he got up, got his towel, and headed for the showers. He felt some cum dripping down his leg, and held his towel in front of him for coverage. He made it to the shower room, passing quickly by his old room. No sign of Karl, but he wasn’t too sure he wouldn’t pop up out of nowhere. He had to wait a couple minutes, til a shower freed up. A skinny, but cute guy stood in front of him, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had practically no ass, but he had a small tattoo of a dragon fly on his shoulder blade. 

    “So much for getting up early.” He tapped on the dragon fly. The guy turned around quickly, and smiled when they met eyes. “Yeah, no shit right?” He looked him up and down, checking out the small build, and light covering of chest hair. “I’m Joel.” “Hey, nice to meet you.” Joel seemed nice enough. He was a few inches shorter, but not too petite. Joel turned back around, and as soon as a stall opened up, he took off the towel, and stepped in. He got a glimpse of Joel’s dick. Not too bad from the looks of it. 

    He showered quickly, and headed back to his room. The announcement overhead was louder down his new hall, about breakfast. He stepped into the room, seeing Trent sitting on the floor in front of Danny’s bed, while Danny read a magazine article out loud. Danny had a decent build, with a lot of tattoos. He couldn’t make them all out, against Danny’s dark skin, but he looked pretty inked up. Trent looked over, making a kissy face at him, and turned back to listen to Danny.

    He sat on his bed, watching the two, and imagining himself in another facility. He’d check out the residential program, and see if it would work out for him. Hopefully sooner than later. He’d already been here almost a week, and it was pretty cray. He started thinking about prison, and how he’d had respect from his fellow inmates. Aside from the big fight, there hadn’t been any issues with anyone, but unfortunately that had been his last interaction with his homies. 

    He didn’t feel like eating, so he turned toward the wall, and closed his eyes. He slept until almost lunch time. He got up after hearing the announcement overhead, and headed toward the dining room. He ran into his nurse from the other day, who asked how things were going. “Not great. I just want to get out of here, but it feels like I’m kind of trapped here.” “What do you mean trapped?” He sensed actual concern in his nurse’s voice. “Trapped, like this is a loony bin, and I’m one of the loonies.” His nurse smiled, and shook his head. “Sorry, I know it can be hard, but you need to relax, and get through your treatment. I see you missed your morning group.” “Yeah man, I just slept. I don’t know if I can take much more, to be honest.

    “Well, you know your probation period is done, and they’re aware you’ve successfully made it through your first weekend. They want to see improvement in your communication with staff and fellow patients, as well as your follow up plan with the coordinator.” “How should I go about this?” “Stay out of your room, and spend more time out with other people. Go outside when it’s offered, and the gym. Get some rec time in, as well as some social opportunities with groups, and conversations.” “Alright man, I’ll try.” “That’s all I want you to do.” 

    He debated on saying something about the couple in his room, but he decided he’d pick his battles carefully. Right now, he was fuckin hungry, and wanted to get some socializing in, so it would look good with his nurse. He sat across from a big white guy, who had missing teeth. His name was Ray, and he was in his 50’s, and had lost his wife. He felt ashamed of himself, and thought about suicide, but his kids still lived at him. 

    It was a depressing conversation, but he pushed through, and let Ray talk, and gave him a couple bits of advice on putting himself out there, and meeting a potential mate to help with his loneliness. Ray said he didn’t have any friends, or even acquaintances. He felt all alone. 

    He couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t that far up shit creek. At least he had his family, and his friends on the outside. He didn’t have a man in his life, but maybe this was an opportunity to actively seek out a soulmate in this life. He was given a second chance, and he didn’t want to fuck it up.

    He got up, and threw away his plate, and utensils. He headed into the living room, and sat by a younger guy with reddish hair and a cut off sweatshirt, and shorts. He had some big pipes, and  some muscular calves. “Hey man what’s up?” “This show sucks ass. Some crazy motherfucker crashes cars for a living.” He laughed, pointing at the tv. “What a fuckin way to live right?” “Yeah no shit. I used to ride dirt bikes, but this shit is somethin eles.” He nodded, and turned toward the tv. The rednecks on the screen were all toothless and crazy eyed. He was actually shocked there weren’t more people watching.

    The show ended a half hour later, and the two of them sat there, watching the commercials: Car insurance companies, a campaign ad, and interest free financing on a bmw. “I’m Trevor by the way.” “Hey Trevor, what brings you here?” “I had an emotional breakdown at finals, and my roommate called campus police, and they escorted my ass right here.” “That’s fucked up.” “Yeah, like who doesn’t freak out during finals?” “What did you say to your roommate?” “I did tell him I wanted to die, but I didn’t say I was going to kill myself or anything stupid like that.” “Fuck.” “Yeah, fuck.” “Well, when do you get out?” “I’m not sure, but they were talking about possibly discharging me tomorrow, so I can go to the residential program.” “Shit, that’s where I’m tryin to get into.” “Yeah?” “Yeah, but I need to get some shit together first.” “Yeah, they’re fuckin picky with who they send over there I guess.” 

    He felt frustrated, thinking about getting out of here. Rumors swirled about the residential program. You had no roommates, and you had your own bathroom. They had a gym and pool, like here, but not as easily accessible. They had a point system, and you could earn your way to having your own staff coverage for using the pool and gym. He got up, and walked back to his room. The guys were gone, so he flopped on his bed, and read through his brochure again. He had to stick to the plan, and get the fuck out of here.


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  • Locker Room

    Joe had just turn 19 when he was hired for security at his city newly build sports coliseum which hold many of sporting and entertainment events. He just found a hidden glory hole that somebody made in one of the dressing room back of the arena.

    It was late Thursday afternoon when Joe was call in for shift as the Rodeo has taking over the complex for the next few day’s. The time was well after 6pm when he decided to take a look though the hidden hole and got very turn on from a huge bulky solid cowboy in his middle age. Paul stood well above 6 feet tall and weigh a solid 220 plus with huge bicep from top to bottom and show off a huge basket standing there just in his Hanes tight white pouch briefs.

    The hole was located were you can see very clear of the shower room and the locker room and have the right lighting rig that hang down from the ceiling. Paul began slowly removing his briefs as he walk slowly over to the shower stall with a tube of soap and his towel, Joe eyes were amazed as he walk right by the hidden hole as his nice 8 inch cut was flapping from side to side.

    The shower was steaming up the room with huge amounts of vapours when Joe notice that Paul started to jerk himself off as the soap lather his tool and balls all over. Paul began to moan out fairly loud as his cock had just shoot off a huge load of his white clear cum all over the wall in the stall. Joe was so totally horny by now and started to jerk himself off when someone heard him on the other side and began to bang the wall a few times, My god it was Paul the cowboy standing there with a fresh pair of Clavin Klein brown bikini sports briefs that his wife put in his travel bag.

    Joe slowly got up from his knees and left the area fairly fast after he heard and saw Paul in his sexy underwear. It was about another 5 minutes later Joe pounded on the door to see if the room was cleared when he heard Paul shouted out who there. 

    It was a week later that the ICW wrestling came into the coliseum for a night of championship wrestling when once again Joe got his nerve up to check  out the glory hole, This time he notice that someone placed a paper cup in it to block the hole. The time was well after 3 pm that the crew was all finished setting up the wrestling ring before they went back to their tour buses for a brake. 

    The room has just be clean all out before Joe had to check out the room before the wrestler arrive for there training  session before that night event. Joe was all by himself when a wrestler walk in with his sports bag and his suitcase. ” Hi there I am Mike Gilroy ” Joe hesitated for a few seconds before he introduce himself to him. ” Hi Mike I am Joe working here in security for the Coliseum” They both shook each other hands firmly along with a nice smile from both of them.

    The both were enjoying each other company when Mike got up slowly and started to strip down and get his wrestling trunks on for the practice. Joe was ready to leave until Mike told him he could stay there as he slowly got changed. Joe eyes were clued watching him slip on his black Colt jock strip before his bright powder blue wrestling trunks. The door began to open as more wrestler started to show up.

    Mike was the last wrestler to leave that night as him and Joe meant once again this time it was in the medical room were Mike had to get a few stitches put into his head from his blood bath match he had. Joe told the trainer  that he will make sure that the room will be clean and all lock up before he leaves the building. Mike knew that Joe might be interested in him as the vibes got stronger from each other. 

    Mike had Joe bend over the medical table as he started to fuck Joe small hole good and hard.Joe was screaming real loud as Mike got more aggressive as his cock was pounding the shit out of Joe ass along with a huge load of his pre cum.

    The fuck lasted a good 20 minutes as Mike shot off 2 loads of his white spray all over Joe’s bubble butt hole and checks. ” Mike God Joe that was fucking hot dude ” Joe turn and smile as he slowing got up from being bend over the table. They both went back to the locker room and shower off the cum and sweat from their sexual encounter. Joe and Mike both exchange information to one another before they left the building.

    It was a good year later that Joe was now working at the Hilton hotel as a bartender when Cowboy Paul stop in for a beer before he heads back up to his room for the evening.  He slowly sat down on the bar stools as the clock was showing just after midnight when Joe made it the last call of the evening. 

    ” My God is that you Joe “

    ” Yea I am Joe “

    ” Do you remember me “

    ” You look familiar dude ‘

    ” I am Paul from the rodeo “

    ” Holy shit yea I remember dude “

    ” I see you switch jobs “

    ” Love it here Paul and lot’s of more money “

    ” What would you like to have for a drink “

    ” How about a triple Martini Joe “

    The martini went down real good before cowboy Paul go the nerve up to invite Joe up to his room for a beer after the bar closed. ” Sorry Paul it is against Hotel policy dude ” Paul just smile as he told Joe that his best friend is one of the Hiltons top  Executives. Paul then slip Joe a card and wrote on it what his room number was.

    The time was well after 1 am Joe made it up to Paul rooms were he knock on a door a few times before Paul walk over to open it up. ” Come on in Joe what would you like to have for a drinks ” They were both on there 3 rd beer by now when they both started to kiss one another on the bed. Paul then took his time to undress Joe before he fucks his hole.

    Paul was at the side of the bed as he pull his huge cock through his white spandex Duluth Company sports briefs that came onto the market a few months back. Joe was totally horny by now as Paul place Joe ankles and legs over his broad hairy dark shoulders and chest. Joe took a huge moan as he felt Paul shaft go all the way up to his hairy balls. 

    ” Holy shit Paul it feels good “

    ” Same here dude “

    ” Pull my waist band good and tight now Joe “

    ” Yes sir “

    ” Tighter dude “

    The fuck is now in full motion as Paul juicy cock is thrusting Joe hole good and hard as they sweat began to roll off his bear body. The cock and balls were slapping real good against Joe shaven hole as he stare into Paul wolf blue grey eyes along with his hard sweating nipple.

    ” Fuck me Paul “

    ” Fuck me Paul “

    ” Love your ass Joe ‘

    ” Fuck your Hot dude “

    Paul was well into a sexual trace as his begins to thrust more deeper and deeper into his hole as the droll from his mouth was pouring all over his greyish trim beard.

    ” Fuck Joe I am close “

    ” Fuck dude “

    ” Give it to me Paul “

    ” Here it comes dude “

    ” Holy shiiiiiiittttt “

    They both scream out as Joe felt a huge explosion from Paul hairy sweating balls as 2 loads of hot cum shot off inside of his sore hole. Paul then took his time as he withdrew his cum filled cock from Joe ass. 

    Joe once again was totally amazed seeing all of Paul cum and his own juice hanging down before he kneel down in front of Paul to lick the rest up. They both slept very will that night and deeply enjoying blowing one another in the shower next morning. Paul then gave Joe the pair of his brief that he fuck him in the night before for a present before he let Joe to stay and watch him get dress.

    He first put on a fresh pair of red spandex briefs then it was his socks, wrangler 501 button jeans. cowboy shirt, hat before he let Joe snap the massive belt buckle into place. They both hug one another at the door and meant one another down at the back parking lot of the hotel. Paul slowly into his Dodge Ram Pick Up truck and wave goodbye to Joe as he drove off down the highway to the next city were the Rodeo will be held.

    The End