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Get laid. That’s what he told me. And he made it a command, too, as a cruel joke. I couldn’t disobey, not if I wanted to continue learning from him. And there was too much I still wanted to learn, far too much to needlessly hold onto my virginity. I mean, I always assumed I’d lose it when I got into a relationship, but I never dated. I’d never met anybody I was that attracted to, female or male, so I easily devoted myself to studying various magics. I’m apprenticed to a sorcerer, you see. Well on the way to becoming one myself. Only, he’d gotten tired of the constant stream of questions from me.

“Don’t you have a life other than this? Go and get laid, or something.” He’d grinned wickedly. “In fact, get laid.” He put his power into the last two words, calling on my bond as his apprentice to make me obey. So I was out, going to a club, my education now dependent on losing my virginity.

I saw the nightclub ahead of me, a long line extending from its front door and down the block. As I got close I drew in a deep breath, breathing in the street around me, making myself just a normal part of it, not noticeable. I held my breath and walked right past the bouncers and into the club.

I exhaled, looking around. The room was full of men and women, some chatting or sitting in booths, some dancing, and a few sitting at a bar. I wasn’t impressed, but it’s what I had to work with. I breathed in the room, feeling the mood of the crowd and adjusting myself accordingly. I started to look for anyone that could catch my attention. Men, women, it didn’t matter. They were all attractive, but I didn’t want any of them. I sighed and took a seat at the bar. I hadn’t been sitting long when I realized I could feel eyes on me. I turned, and my eyes stopped on him immediately. He looked like he was glowing—nothing flashy, just a faint aura of light. He was tall, with messy dark hair, and eyes that were dark pools I couldn’t look away from. I breathed him in, wondering made him stand out so much. I started to feel very excited as I inhaled, aroused. I stopped, eyes wide, and exhaled before I’d taken the full breath. His essence, his core, was sex. I could feel blood swelling my cock. He started to walk across the room and sat on a stool next to me.

“Hi. I’m Nathanial,” he introduced himself, smiling, and extended his hand.

“Ryan,” I replied, taking his hand and shaking it. His hand was warm, and I felt more blood rushing to my cock as we clasped hands and shook. I had never felt like this for anybody, ever, in my whole life.

“So, sorry to be so blunt, but you have magic, don’t you?” He leaned in closer, and his arm brushed against mine on the bar.

“Uh, yeah. I’m an apprentice sorcerer.” He was so warm. I could feel the heat from his arm making my own skin tingle.

“I knew it! I thought I felt something.” His arm shifted a little closer to mine as he talked.

“Do you? Practice magic, that is.” My cock felt uncomfortably cramped inside my underwear.

“Not really. I’m just perceptive of things like that.” He leaned in closer, and now his arm was pressed against mine. I felt a strange tingle in my ass. “Would you like to get out of here? I think I’d like to get to know you better.” He was giving me a crooked smile.

“Sure.” I blushed, and he laughed, rubbing the back of my neck as he got to his feet. My head swam, and then I was lying on a bed.

“What…” I started to ask what was going on and how I got there, but my eyes fell on his naked body looming over me, his cock hard; His cock huge. I was seeing it from underneath. It was long, for sure. Nine inches, was my guess. But the length wasn’t the most noticeable factor. It was the girth. It was thick. Coke can thick, and slightly thicker in the middle. “That’s not going to fit,” I muttered, deliriously. It didn’t matter where he wanted to put it, that thing wouldn’t fit anywhere in me. I looked down at my body, as if I were looking for a new, larger orifice that would magically appear and be able to accommodate the massive cock looming above me. That’s when I noticed how hard my own cock was. It was pretty noticeable; I was naked.

“Don’t worry. I’m about to make you feel more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before. There’s something you should know. I’m not entirely human. I’m half Incubus. My skin secretes a chemical that makes you horny, but my cock… Well, it secretes a chemical that bitches you. And there’s something you should know about yourself. I knew, when I noticed you using magic, that I had to have you. My cock bitches anybody, but if you have magic, it latches on. You’re going to be my slave for the rest of your life, addicted to my cock.

He started to roll me onto my front, moving onto the bed between my legs. I was in serious trouble. The only thing I could think of was to protect my core, my knowledge, and the things that made me who I am. I remembered reading about an old spell created during the witch-hunts to prevent inquisitors from being able to torture any information out of any real witches or sorcerers they caught. I ignited the spell, pulling the most important parts of myself into a tight stone at the center of my mind, impenetrable. In doing so, I sacrificed the rest of my mind. 

He spread my legs wider, and then I felt the head of his cock press against my ass. It was hot, and wet, and I got hotter and hotter as it pressed against me. The heat relaxed my muscles, and precome was flowing from his cock, making my ass wet and allowing the huge head of his equally huge cock to begin sliding into my ass. I was already moaning. I felt waves of heat spreading through my insides as his cock head finally popped into me. He had been making so much precome that I could feel it dripping down my ass and the back of my scrotum.

 “It’s all uphill from here, bitch,” he whispered in my ear, and then I felt him starting to press forward, forcing his cock deeper into my ass at a very slow and unrelenting speed. As he slid slowly into me, centimeter-by-centimeter, I could feel my arousal directly keeping pace, becoming hornier and hornier as he pressed on. I was writhing around his cock, pinned beneath him. My own cock got harder and harder the deeper he went into my ass. My ass was so hot. The more of him I got inside me, the more I could feel this liquid heat spreading through me, pooling in my ass and spreading slowly throughout my whole body. Chemical. Bitches you. And magic makes it last forever. Is that what this feeling was? His chemical making me into his cock addicted bitch forever? I felt a gush of heat inside my ass, and then suddenly my arousal was far outpacing his cock. I wanted him inside me, now. I tried to thrust back, to force him deeper inside me, but he had me pinned. All I could do was lay there and get tortured by his cock, driven into maddening horniness. All I could think about was his cock. My existence was centered on his cock sliding slowly deeper into my now hungry ass. 

“You can feel it. You already want to be my bitch, and I’m not even all the way inside you yet. Just think of how bitched you’ll be by the time it’s all the way inside you. And think of how bitched you’ll be when I’m filling your ass with my cum.” I was panting and moaning, writhing beneath him as he got closer and closer to bottoming out. Closer and closer to making me nothing but his cock slave for the rest of my life. “You’ve got about an inch of free will left,” he paused, holding himself still. I could feel hairs tickling my ass. “Once I press this last inch into you, you’re mine, forever. You ready, bitch?” 

I wanted it, yet I didn’t. The idea of becoming this half-demon’s slave both terrified and aroused me. He didn’t give me time to answer. I felt his weight pressing on top of me and his cock bottomed out inside me. His pelvis was pressed to my ass, and his cock was my existence. Nothing else mattered anymore, only his cock. 

“Bitched,” he whispered in my ear. He grabbed my waist and pulled. He was now on his knees, and I was sticking my ass up to keep his buried cock inside me. And then he started fucking. He would pull out his cock all the way to the head and then drive it back into me again. And then he was going faster and faster, and I was pressing my ass back against him, moaning, my own cock hard and dripping between my spread legs. He pulled out, adjusted his angle, and then drove forward until he hit something inside me. I gasped, and he started fucking me, rubbing his cock across that spot again and again until I came. I raised my head and looked back between my legs and saw come shooting in ropes from my cock and onto the bed. When it was over I didn’t go soft. He kept fucking me, and I felt myself getting closer and closer to another orgasm. 

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I gasped as I started to shoot a second load. 

“Enjoying yourself?” He was driving his cock deep into me now, and I was going to cum again. I felt more heat spreading through my ass and into the rest of my body. I started to come again, but it didn’t stop. I was coming, and he was fucking, and it just went on and on, long after I had nothing left to ejaculate.

“There’s not any point in fighting it now,” he whispered huskily in my ear. “It helps that you were so willing. Willing subjects can’t ever seem to fight what my cock makes them feel. Unwilling subjects can’t either, but they try.” He was hunching into me, drawing out slowly before taking a rapid plunge to fill me again. I just moaned, no longer able to think enough to reply with words as this perpetual orgasm filled my body.

“Can you feel my power and yours getting tangled? You ready to be my cock slave forever?” He started thrusting faster. “Just wait ‘till you feel what my come does to you.” His impossible cock was driving rapidly in and out of my ass, his pelvis making a slapping sound against my ass as he bottomed out with each thrust.

“Here we go. You’re mine forever.” He made a final thrust and I felt volumes of hot liquid spreading inside of me. There was so much pleasure. I felt my cock start shooting ropes and ropes as the pleasure became so intense that I couldn’t take it anymore.

I passed out.

When I started to come around, there was sun coming in the window. I could hear breathing behind me, and then a voice.

“Morning, slave.” Something cracked inside of me. I actually jumped out of bed by reflex, looking for what had made the sound. Another crack, and another, and then something shattered, and I was myself again.

“How the hell…” I didn’t let him finish. I threw the strongest binding spell I knew at him, with elements worked in to compensate for his incubus blood. He lay there, frozen, only his eyes able to move. I gathered my things, pulled on my clothes, and turned to face him.

“I have no intention of being your slave. Don’t try and find me again—you won’t be able to surprise me twice, and I’m never going to let you get this close to me again, you fucking incubus. If I ever see you again, I won’t hesitate, and I will be ready for you.” I was pissed.

So pissed that I didn’t notice my cock get rock hard at the sight of him.

It stayed hard all the way home.

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When I went off to college everything changed. Like lots of guys, I had some same-sex experimentation when I was a younger. I also had my share of stashed porn when I was a teenager. One magazine I treasured for a while was a copy of Penthouse. In addition to lots of naked women, which was great, I remember the issue I managed to get my hands on also had pictures of a man and a women posing. There were no hard dicks but it was definitely a turn-on.

The other was a copy of Playgirl that I found in an apartment complex dumpster when I was dumpster diving for aluminum can.  I was definitely turned on by it. Even though all the guys in it were naked, they were all soft. But I masturbated to it as much as I did to the naked women in the Penthouse I had stashed with it. This was the first real hint I had that I was attracted as much to guys as I was to girls.  As a teenager growing up 70s that was a pretty terrifying thought.

What happened later in college wasn’t accidental. There was a definite curiosity that I was aware of and afraid of at the same time. Something I wanted to explore.

I went to Berkeley in California far from small town Ennis, Texas and one day during my sophomore year when I was nineteen I had a conversation with Erick a friend that changed everything. I’d recently been dumped by my girlfriend, Cassondra so I was available. It’s worth mentioning that while Cassondra and I had done a lot, we never had sex. I was still a virgin.

Anyway, Erick told me that he’d walked into one of the restrooms in the Department of the Arts building and stumbled upon two guys going at it. It’s been so long that I can’t really remember any more if he told me if they were at the urinals or in a stall or what act he had seen. I only remember that he walked out totally disgusted by what he’d see. He said there was all sorts of gay graffiti in the bathroom. Inwardly, I had a different reaction. If there was sex going on in there, I wanted to find out what that graffiti said.

It was a couple of weeks before I got up the courage go. One night in late January, I went to the restroom that Erick had mentioned.  It was about six p.m., late enough so that there wouldn’t be a lot of people in the building. The restroom had a row of urinals, which were unoccupied, and four stalls including a handicapped stall in the corner. The middle stall was occupied so I took the stall to its right.

The walls of the stall were covered with graffiti. As I read it, it was mostly along the lines of “suck here 2 p.m. Tuesdays” and pictures of cocks made with markers. But it also had something I had never seen before: A hole just next to the toilet paper dispenser that went all the way through to the occupied stall next to me. Now, I’m more than familiar with what that hole is and what it’s for, but at the time I was very naïve and had no idea what it was for.

The guy in the next stall did though. From what I could hear he was jacking off and certainly giving me more than enough signals as to his intentions.

I made some grunting noises as though I was taking a crap in response. I wasn’t at all sure what to do or what I even wanted to do.

But eventually my curiosity and probably my horniness got the better of me. For the first and possibly last time in a situation like this, I said something to the guy in the next stall. “I’ve never heard someone doing that in the stall next to me,” I told him.

“Do you want to see it?”

“Yes,” I stammered.

He stood up and quickly pushed his cock through the glory hole. 

It was incredible. It still embedded in my memory as one of the biggest cocks I’ve ever seen and I always try to remember how it could have possibly fit through the opening. It was white, uncut and thick. His cockhead was a large, reddish/purple mushroom and I could see the huge veins running up and down its length.

To this day, it’s the kind of cock I’m attracted to.

“Do you want to touch it?” he asked.

I told him the truth, “I don’t know.” 

But after a little prodding, he knew the answer was yes when I started to stroke it. 

By this time, my own six and a half inch cock was also rock hard and sticking up like a flag pole. He let me stroke him for a couple of minutes and then he asked me to put mine through the hole. 

I’m a short guy so I remember having to stand on my tippy-toes to reach the hole. When I did he grasped it in his hand. When his fingers wrapped around it, it gave me one of the most glorious feelings I’d had. 

He stroked and fondled it for a few minutes and then let it go. Before I could object, he said, “I’m going to put my cock back through again.”

When it came back through I wrapped my fingers around it and started slowly stroking it. I stroked it a few times, marveling at how hard yet soft it was. Then he asked, “Do you want to suck on it?”

I’m not even sure if I said yes or not. I just remember felling to my knees against the wall with his cock hot in my hand. Leaning forward, I tentatively guided it into my mouth. As my lips wrapped around the shaft my mouth was suddenly full of my first man cock.
 
I remember he made a comment about not using teeth, so I made an effort to cover my teeth with my lips and tried hard to use my tongue. 

I sucked and moved my mouth on his thick shaft for what seemed like forever, he withdrew his cock and told me, “Put yours back through.” 

In the blink of an eye my cock was engulfed in his warm mouth and I received another unexpected wave of pleasure. I couldn’t believe the way he was sucking my cock into his mouth. His tongue was licking the frenulum, that indentation on the underside of my cock where the head meets the shaft.  My knees were getting weak, when he suddenly stopped and said, “It would be easier if we didn’t have this wall between?”

But that was too much too fast for me. That meant he would see who I was and I couldn’t handle that thought, so I told him, “I’m not ready for that yet.”

He said, “Put your cock back in the hole then.”

I felt my throbbing cock slipping back into his hot mouth as I stuck it back through the hole. I think he was anxious for me to cum because he picked up the pace, sucking me deeper and harder. 

I thrust my hip against the wall as the first spasm hit and a gush of thick, steamy cum hit the back of his throat. He swallowed quickly but not fast enough, the second shot of cum filled his mouth. 

With each spasm of my throbbing cock, I found myself enjoying cumming in his mouth more and more. 

Finally, my cock stopped its flow of cum and just twitched in stranger’s mouth every time he ran his tongue along the sensitive underside. He didn’t want to let go. I had to pull forcibly pull it out of his mouth and back through the glory hole.

Suddenly conscious of what I’d just done, I hurriedly got my pants straightened out and without so much as a thank you I ran from the stall, out of the restroom and out of the building into the night, as I fled down the sidewalk my heart beating so hard that I thought it was going to explode in my chest.

At that moment, I thought I was lucky to have escaped. From what I don’t know but I still felt lucky. 

I felt guilty and horrible and yet at the same time I felt excited. I just done something secret and dirty but crazy exciting. I’d just had a random stranger’s beautiful cock in my mouth.

Despite my solemn vow not to, I eventually went back…a lot. 

And on these subsequent trips I found notes that led me to other restroom in other buildings throughout the campuses. 

I started cruising the different restroom during the day between classes and at night after classes when the buildings were more or less deserted.

My ‘success’ ratio was pretty low. I’d been lucky and hit the jackpot that first time. There weren’t always guys there or they weren’t always the type guys I was looking for. Sometimes I’d sit in a stall for an hour and no one would show. Other times, things would be so busy I couldn’t get in a stall.

The second time I scored was strange to say the least. It was the same stalls as before, but this time I was in the center stall and he was in the one to the right. Again it was after classes and the building was deserted. I was there first.  He knew exactly what he wanted. He was already unzipping his pants as he entered the stall. One step and he was shoving his hard cock through the hole. I went to my knees and wrapped my lips around it but before I could start to suck it down the cock pulsated hard on my lips and a hot stream of cum squirted out and down my throat. It shot so hard and fast I didn’t have any warning and I started to gag on it. I swallowed quickly, but some of the salty fluid came out the corner of my mouth. 

As fast as it came through the hole, the cock slid out of my mouth and was out of the hole just as fast.                  .

I learned to pick up the signals, eye contact, a nod, a quick grab to the crotch, though I was also really good at pretending that I had no idea what was going on. I had a lot to lose so I didn’t want anyone to know that’s what I was there for, unless their cock was sticking through the hole and in my mouth, of course.

It was like an entire underground sub-culture of guys that no one knew about on campus. 

Eventually, I saw patterns emerge that most people were oblivious to. It was all anonymous, but eventually those of us who frequented these restrooms knew each other by sight. 

You’d sometimes run into a guy walking out of the restroom as you were walking in. After that happened two or three times, even though you never speak of it you both knew about the other. And sometimes, you’d turn right around and walk back in after him. You’d know who the other ‘trolls’ were and if you had specific tastes, like I did, you’d sometimes just wait a guy out who wasn’t your type.

If the Internet had been in full swing like it is now, I’ll bet I would have met a lot more guys back then. As it was, I counted myself lucky that I never once in two-plus years ran into anyone I knew on my rounds. Of course if they were already in the stall or entered after I did I didn’t know who they were. So I could have been blowing my brother and not known it. 

But I still think that the most exciting aspect of doing what I was doing was the secrecy. The dirty feeling. The knowing that I was sucking a cock or jacking off at school. It was the same feeling you’d get from having an illicit make out session with a girlfriend or getting a hand job from a girl while her parents were asleep upstairs. The idea that you could get caught added an element of danger and made it even more enticing.

There was no ‘relationship,’ no ‘dating,‘ no ‘drama,” Just getting off. It wasn’t about the guy, it was about his cock. And that experience still colors the way I feel about guys to this day.

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****Opening Title**************************************************

*hot guy fades into light,

First his sculpted torso and chiseled abs, followed by his pecs, followed by his bulging biceps then finally his gorgeous face, a face created by Angels comes into view.

“Like the hot guy of our dreams so our the Gays of Our Lives”

Hot guy flexes his muscles

*Title sequence fades out

****Scene 2: Narrator’s POV**********************

TEN!
 NINE!
 EIGHT!
 SEVEN!
 SIX!
 FIVE!
 FOUR!
 THREE!
 TWO!
 ONE!

After that bomb on the Harmony Prom boat detonated sending shrapnel and pieces of the boat all over the Harmony bay. Anyone still left on the boat would surely have been a goner. Neighboring people and people in the area of the wharf immediately reported the explosion and the police made a dash to the docks only to see the ruined ship burning in a raging fire under the dark sky.

Commissioner Spencer and the rest of the police force arrived at the docks just in time to see the Harmony High Prom boat explode in a fiery blast. The blast illuminated the night sky and carried warm night winds carried the smoke high into the sky like a grey blanket.

Soon after the police had arrived on the scene news reporters and paramedics and the like followed suit and began to show up.

“Ok Miller give me some news.” Hope Spencer said. “First how is everything? Causalities?”

“Commissioner almost everyone that was on that boat tonight is accounted for, but there are a few whose whereabouts we don’t know.” Officer Miller replied.

“What there were causalities?” the Commissioner replied uneasily.

“No there weren’t any reported causalities, however there are nine people that have been reported missing.” Miller added.

“Names officers. I need names.” Commissioner Spencer interjected. “What are the names of the unaccounted people?”

“Michael Chandler, Eric Spencer, Kevin Brady, Jake McCarthy, Haley Macy, Emily Chandler, and Charlotte Livingston.” Officer Miller gulped.

“My god….” The Commissioner gasped. “I want search teams out here now. I want divers too and I want them in that water searching for any trace of those kids. We have to find them and we have to find them now!”

“Commissioner every available officer is going to be spending every waking moment making sure that all of those kids get home safely.” Officer Miller replied.

“Good I’m glad to here.” The Commissioner added, as she tried to hide the fact that she was nervous and worried for her daughter Kayla and her friends. “Nobody sleeps until those kids are found.”

“And I want the person responsible for this awful act brought to justice….” Commissioner said.

****Scene 2: Mike’s POV**********************

Prom night was really great for a while that is. Eric and I made up and made sweet love too. But the night started going downhill from the moment Charlotte walked in on us in the act. Yes in that act… Then after that Kayla barged in and then after her my sister Emily too. The night got progressively worse when we learned there was a bomb on the boat. My friends and I managed to get everyone off the boat but before we could get off of that ticking time bomb Regina and Alistair DeVille came in guns a blazing…..literally.

“Nobody, is going anywhere.” Regina Sneered. “My husband and I have other plans for you all.”

“What’s stopping us from just jumping overboard right now?” Kayla replied. “What do you want with us? You let hundreds of other hostages jump over board? Why let them go?”

“Because my dear you nine are more than enough to our revenge on this town.” Regina smiled.

“What do you mean? What revenge?” Charlotte laughed. “I just moved to this town last year I have nothing to do with this. I’m not….I don’t even have a connection to this town…”

“Oh you poor fool…….you do have a connection to this town… and to the people within it, since you are carrying his baby.” Regina laughed, as she pointed the gun at me.

“What luck we have two Chandlers!” Alistair snickered. “And a police commissioner’s daughter…..even better.”

“What I’m not a Chandler and I’m not friends with anyone here.” Haley added. “Why can’t you just let me go and have your way with the rest of them?”

“Because my dear you’ve seen too much and unfortunately for you I cannot let any of you leave.” Regina replied. “You should have left when you had the chance.”

“Well there’s nine of us and two of you all.” Kayla giggled. “We could always just overpower you and get that gun.”

“Well you could try that……but then your friend’s bodies would be riddled with bullets.” Regina laughed wickedly as she snapped her finger.

Within seconds big burly hulking men covered in muscles appeared and they were fully loaded….also they had guns too.

“Well that takes care of that problem.” Alistair laughed. “Now here is what were are going to do. We have a boat and all of you are going to board it or you can stay on here and die. It’s really your choice.”

“Not like we have a real choice but, were going to take the first one.” Jake laughed.

“Everyone if you want to live follow me and get into that life boat over there.” Alistair DeVille laughed wickedly. “Live…….another day that is….”

Eric, Kayla, and the rest of us all followed those two maniacs into the lifeboats because we were not about to risk getting shot in the chest.

No less than twenty minutes after we had all disembarked from the Prom boat and climbed aboard the life boat the bomb on the yacht detonated. Within seconds the boat we had all been partying on a few hours earlier exploded sending debris all over the bay and the nearby harbor.

“Just think you all could have been in pieces at the bottom of the water if it wasn’t for us.” Alistair laughed. “Some might say we saved you.”

“Saved us?!” Kayla cried. “You are the ones who put the bomb on the damn boat in the first place! You could have killed us all!!!”

“Darling don’t tempt us.” Regina smiled. “We have more than enough hostages what’s one less hostage when we have more than enough?”

“Now that you mention it sweet wife I realize that we have more than enough hostages…….and more than enough Chandlers on this boat as well…. So I think we better make some corrections.” Alistair chuckled.

“So I think it goes without saying that we can get rid of this one.” Alistair sneered as he pointed his gun directly at me.

“What you can’t kill him!!?!?!” Eric cried. You can’t I won’t let you. I won’t let you!”

“Yeah you tell him Eric,” Kayla yelled. “I’m not letting you lay a finger on Mike or anyone in this boat over my dead body!!”

“Well my dear that can be arranged.” Regina smiled.

“Are you people insane?!!?!” Kayla cried. “Michael is a Chandler if you kill him or do anything to him his family well come at you with a vengeance…. Not to mention his grandfather Victor will stop at nothing to destroy you for this.”

“Oh no were so scared.” Alistair said, feigning like he was trembling from fear. “Give me a break little girl. I’m doing this because I want Victor to come at me with everything he’s got……besides what’s one less Chandler on this earth?”

“Mr. Smith, Miss Spencer and all the rest of you for that matter I’m afraid you all have no choice in the matter so if I were you I would say your goodbyes to Michael.”

“Please Mr. DeVille could you just let Mike go and take me instead.” Eric pleaded to no avail. “Please Mister, please.”

“My mind is made up.” Alistair DeVille. “And after we get rid of precious Michael I think I’ll get rid of some of his whiny friends as well. Maybe I’ll start with his soon to be former boyfriend.”

My friends spent the next few minutes hugging and embracing me. First my sister Emily hugged me and kissed me, than Kayla hugged me, than Jake, and after him Brett, than Kevin; even Haley hugged me even though we were not really friends. Charlotte hugged me and I swear I could feel our baby kicking in her stomach. The Last person to say goodbye was Eric and when he embrace me he could not resist kissing me. When he kissed me I kissed back hard, but before we went too far I realized where we were and pulled away. “I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too.” Eric whispered back, before stepping back to stand beside Kayla and the rest of my friends.

When I felt Eric lips on mine I thought for sure that this would be my last moments on earth. But that’s when I noticed Kayla wink at me. She was up to something. Before I could stop them Kayla had pushed Alistair out of the way.

****Scene 3: Kayla’s POV**********************

When I pushed Alistair DeVille all hell broke loose, because when I did this Alistair Deville fell and his gun went off hitting one of his flunkies in the chest. With one of those thugs out of the way Jake, Mike, Kevin and I were more than capable at taking down the other one.

But before we could react to the turn of events, Regina shrieked loudly. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!”

When we turned to see what was wrong that is when we realized that Kayla had pushed Alistair so hard that he had fallen. But he was nowhere in sight. We looked for him in the water and that’s when we saw the drops blood on the side of the boat. Using this as evidence we concluded that he had hit his heads in the fall and that he had sunk into the water never to be seen again.

“You all will pay for what you have done to my husband!!!” Regina shrieked.

“Lady we didn’t mean to….it was just an accident.” I pleaded. “How was I supposed to know he didn’t have good balance?”

“Mark my words you poor fools I will spend my life destroying everything that you all hold dear… EVERYTHING. Just when you think you have found happiness you will see it snatched away from you and you will know that it is my curse upon you. I curse you every one of you, EVERY single one of you will suffer for this!”

“Lady are you serious? This isn’t the 1600’s, nobody goes around cursing people anymore.” I laughed. “Homegirl you need to get with the program?”

“Curse!?” What Curse?” Wait what are you serious?” Haley gasped. “Lady you can’t be serious! You can’t just go around cursing people. I didn’t push your husband into that water even if he did abduct me!”

“Never mind that I will destroy you all the same.”

“Regina it’s going to be hard for you to carry out this vendetta when you are behind locked up behind bars.” Mike’s sister Emily giggled.

“Not to mention both of your goons are knocked out and one of them as a bullet in his chest. Lady you won’t be doing much of anything…..anytime soon.” I added.

“That’s what you fools think. I won’t spend one night in that jail or cell for that matter.” Regina laughed before jumping overboard. We thought she was going for a swim but in actuality she had jumped right on to a ladder that was attached to a helicopter. In seconds she was gone and we were stranded in the middle of the Harmony bay with two big hulking unconscious thugs.

“Just great, just fucking great.” I cried. “Now that, that wacko is gone we are on our own. We are completely on our own. Were in this small little freaking lifeboat. We’ve got no oars! We’ve got no gas! And we’ve got no idea where the hell we are.”

“Kayla everything’s going to be fine, Kayla.” Eric said. I really, really wish Eric had not said that because no sooner had he said that then we found ourselves in the middle of a violent coastal storm. Long story short the storm wrecked our puny little life boat off the coast of some jagged coastal island, and sent Kevin and I into the water.

Kevin and I managed to find shelter for the night on a conveniently located cave. We used that time gather ourselves. I had been in the water for so long that my body had gone numb, so I hadn’t noticed that my leg had a cut on it.

“I sure hope the others made it here safely.” I began. “I even hope that Haley and that awful Charlotte made it here safely.”

“Baby, Charlotte is carrying Mike’s baby you know that right.” Kevin interjected.

“Yeah, because she did everything in her power to make it happen.” I cried. “Ow!!!”

“What’s wrong baby?” Kevin asked.

“It’s my leg I cut it on that rock back there I think.” I replied.

“Baby let me clean that up for you.” Kevin said, before spending the next few minutes tending to my wound.

“Kevin maybe instead of going to school to study law maybe you should go and study medicine your hands feel so good and I think you could be a great doctor.”

“Thanks Kayla it means a lot but I’m just doing this for you.” Kevin chuckled. “I think your fever is breaking, stay put while I get some more cloth to wrap your wound up.”

“I think I stopped the bleeding.” Kevin exclaimed.

“Well let me get up and see.” I sighed, trying to push myself upwards. “Let me get up and see for myself.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!” Kevin cried. “Dr. Brady is in charge here right? Kayla just stay put for a little while longer I don’t want you falling in hurting yourself.”

“Look we need some more bandages.” Kevin sighed.

“Ok where are you going to find them?” I gasped. “Kevin this island looks completely uninhabited……There aren’t exactly bandages just lying around.”

“Yeah I know that baby,” Kevin smiled.

“That’s why I was thinking we could just use this.” Kevin smiled back at me as he ripped the sleeve off what used to be a very nice tux.

“Here we go.” Kevin added, before wrapping his former sleeve around my wounded leg. While he was in the middle of wrapping the bandage around my leg I suggested that he place a bandage around my arm as well.

“You know what? I think my arm needs a little bandage as well……there’s a cut on it.” I said, holding out my arm for Kevin to see.

“Kayla are you sure?” Kevin laughed. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

“Dude it hurts really bad…” I replied, giving him a little punch to the shoulder.

“Ah ok,” Kevin sighed, as he ripped off another of his sleeves. “Looks like I won’t be returning this suit anytime soon.”

“Kev, if it’s any consolation you look ten times hotter without the sleeves.” I giggled. “Ten times.”

“Ok, here we go.” Kevin said, blushing from ear to ear as he wrapped the bandage around my arm.

“Oh that feels so much better Kev,” I smiled. “You have a really great technique. You are a pro at making bandages.”

“You can call me Florence Nightingale, and baby that’s not all I’m a pro at.” Kevin chuckled.

“Kev, stop. You know we can’t do it here.”

“What do you mean we can’t?” Kevin sighed. “I thought tonight was going to be the night we…..you know have sex.”

“Kevin I think you should look at my foot as well.”

“Your foot? What do you mean your foot?”

“Yeah, I hurt it too.” I replied, trying to get him to change the subject to something other than sex.

“Alright, ok I’ll take a look.” Kevin replied.

Moments later he grabbed my foot and I felt a pain in it. “Is it this one?”

“Ow!!!!” I cried.

“Ok well yes……Obviously it’s this one.” He chuckled. “I’m just going to wrap it up with this bandage.”

“Ok just be careful it’s really sore.”

After he wrapped up my foot I asked him for another bandage. “You know what I think I might need a bandage for my elbow as well? It hurts a little.”

“Kayla are you sure?” Kevin replied.” It looks completely fine to me. Wait a minute there’s nothing wrong with your elbow, your just trying to get the shirt off my back.” He laughed.

“There’s more than one way to tend to the sick Kevin,” I smiled as I grabbed hold of Kevin’s face kissing him. He hesitated for a second but then he kissed me again.

“Babe I thought you didn’t want to.”

“Yeah I know, but I changed my mind.” I smiled. “I can’t resist you and right now I’m so scared we might never make it home alive. I just need to be with you.”

“I think maybe…..we better……um…..lie down.” Kevin said, he was tripping over his words left and right unable to speak clearly. “Kayla……..I-I-I I think we should…..”

“Your right we should.” I smiled, kissing him again. We kissed for a few sweet passionate moments.

“Mmmmmmm,”

“Mmmmmm, mmmmmm, mmmmmmh.”

“Mmmmmmmrf… mmmmmmm.”

“Whoa ahhhhhhhhhh!!!” I cried, when Kevin while making out with me grabbed my leg in an effort to pull me closer to him.

“Kayla you’re hurt! You’re hurt!” Kevin said flipping out. “You hurt your leg…..we shouldn’t be doing this. We have to stop….”

“Kevin it’s not you it’s my leg.”

“But you see what I’m saying?” Kevin sighed. “You are in no shape for this kind of thing. Alright!?”

“Kevin I’m alright……You don’t get it this is what I want.”

“Kayla this is Doctor Brady talking lie down and rest.” He said, almost making it sound like an order.

“Kevin I don’t need rest, and I don’t need to lie down! All I need is you all I want is you.”

“Kayla we got to find the others….”

“Kevin I need you……” I said cutting him off. “Don’t you get that?”

“You, don’t need to get hurt again.”

“Kevin you can’t hurt me……I know you would never hurt me.”

“Baby I’m just talking about your wounds you got enough of them.” Kevin sighed.

“We both want this……we might be stranded on this island for weeks but at least I’ll have you. I want to be with you.”

“Ok I do want you.” Kevin finally sighed. “You know I do.”

“Kevin we are all alone.” I said, as I softly rubbed my hand on his face. Everybody else is probably fixing the boat or looking for help…. They won’t disturb us. It’s just me and you.”

“Wait but, what about you know?” Kevin asked. “I don’t have a condom on me.”

“Kevin its fine I have birth control so its fine.” I replied.

“Wait?! What?!” I cried. “How did you know to keep it?”

“I didn’t…….I just happened to have it in my purse…….and you know I held on to that thing like it was the last one on earth.”

“Are you sure? About you know? Going raw?” he asked. “This is after all your first time.”

“Yes I’m sure I’ve got to do it sooner or later.” I smiled, as I kissed him again.”

****Scene 4: Kevin’s POV**********************

A few moments after that we stripped off all of our clothes and we climbed onto the pallet we had made for ourselves to sleep on. Tonight however we would not be using that mat for sleep we would be using it for other things.

I kissed Kayla’s back, gently as I laid a trail of kisses up and down her back; between doing that I massaged her breasts. Kayla had really nice boobs and they look good enough to eat

She pushed herself onto me and I pressed the entire length of my thick cock into her pink slit. As I did this she moaned and squealed in a mixture of pain and pleasure beneath me.

Finally, with one long drawn out groan, I raised her up and positioned the head of my aching cock at her wet entrance. She let my cock sink into her wet slit with a groan that continued for as long as I pressed my member inside her. I let out a huge gasp as the tightness of her pussy gripped me, pulling me deeper inside her, surrounding him utterly and completely.

“Fuck are all dicks this big!” Kayla groaned, as she arched her back so that I could slide my cock all the way into her warm wet pussy.

“Baby how would I know? It’s not like I fuck guys.” I said, as I threw my head back, looking up at the top of the cliff, and from that moment I knew that it was going to be hard not shooting my load right then in there. MY throbbing, engorged cock flexed inside of her, and knew that she could feel my cock stretching her insides out.

“Baby I’ll go slowly,” I assured her, as I pulled her close to my crotch, letting my balls slap gently against her perfect ass.

For the next few minutes, Kayla grinded her pussy on my dick. As I picked up speed the panting and heavy breathing coming from both of us increased steadily

 “I’ve wanted to do this for sooo long,” I murmured gruffly as I pressed my hard muscled body against her soft body. That’s when I realized that this was the first time Kayla had been in such a vulnerable position. Pardon the pun.

“Babe I have a confession to make to you.” I replied as I slowed down my thrusting into Kayla’s tight little ass.

“Yes baby?” Kayla, said as she turned around.

“I have to let you know that I’m still a virgin…….this is my first time too.”

“Kev, I already knew that.” Kayla giggled.

“What how did you know?” I gasped. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Because I didn’t want to be awkward….” Kayla sighed. “Like what was I going to say? Hey sweetie I have a suspicion that your still a virgin? That’s like the worst thing you can say to a guy.”

“Well I’m definitely not a virgin now.” I chuckled, as I glanced down at the sweet little ass grinding on my dick. Damn I was in heaven, I could die right now and be complete. That night we made love multiple times that night and several times the next morning.

****Scene 5: Kayla’s POV**********************

Kevin and I fell asleep after making love for the first time it felt so great, so right and it made me wonder why Mike couldn’t resist Eric. When Kevin and I woke up were both startled to find the others starring down at us.

“When did you guys get here?” I said as I wrapped myself in what was left of Kevin’s jacket.

“Only a few minutes ago,” Mike laughed, as he pointed at the scattered clothes covering the cave’s floor. “I can see you two have been busy.”

“Yeah it sure looks like it.” Charlotte whispered under her breath.

“You know what Charlotte at least she’s not pregnant and carrying a gay guy’s baby!” Haley replied.

“Shut up,” Charlotte yelled back.

“Make me!” Haley replied.

“Kayla did you at least find something we could find to get off this stinking rock?” Eric laughed.

“We didn’t have time.” Kevin blurted. “Kayla was feeling a little bit under the weather.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Jake chuckled.

“I tried to tell you guys that there was a bomb on that boat…..but you all didn’t want to believe me.” Charlotte interjected. “I tried to tell you all.”

“Homegirl how do we know you didn’t have something to do with that boat exploding into a million pieces?”

“You don’t…..” Charlotte replied smugly. “You just have to trust me.”

“Huh, trust you?” I scoffed. “You have got to be out of your mind?” Did you hit your head before you got here?”

“No I didn’t.” Charlotte interrupted. “If it wasn’t for me all of you would be dead…………including you Kayla so if you really think about it, you owe me your life.”

“I don’t owe you anything Charlotte and neither do any of my friends.” I scoffed. “The only reason you did this is to get back into Michael’s good graces…..admit it.”

“Admit it! Admit it! You came aboard that boat with the sole purpose of trying to get Michael by showing him how kind you were. You warned us so that you could have a chance with him in the long run…..You didn’t do it because you cared about anyone aboard that damn yacht!!!”

“No it wasn’t like that…….it wasn’t like that at all.” Charlotte cried. “I warned Michael because I knew it would be the right thing to do.”

“And because you knew it might help you get back into his good graces…” I pressed, as I grabbed hold of Charlotte’s arm.

“Ow!!!!!” Charlotte cried, as I tightened my grip.

“Kayla you’re hurting her.” Mike began. The poor guy had such a big heart that he even felt pity for people who truly didn’t deserve it. He was nothing but a big softie.

Ow! OW! OW! OW!” Charlotte cried.

“OW! Ahurghhhhh!!!” Charlotte continued until she was screaming.

“Arghhhhh……..Ahhhhhhh!

“Charlotte what’s wrong?” Eric asked. Almost all of us were concerned for her…..that is except for me. I was buying her nonsense.

“There’s a pain in my stomach……I think I’m going into labor!!!”

“What do you mean?” I replied. “You guys can be buying this nonsense.”

“Aurghhhhh……OH God!!” Charlotte cried, as she lowered herself to the ground.

“OH GOD!”

STAY TUNED……………………….

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I used to go to surfin’ at Torquay or Jan Juc or Bell’s Beach with my flatmate. To tell the truth, Gazza was more than my flatmate. I was in love with him. He wasn’t in love with me though. Oh, he liked havin’ me around. And when he didn’t have a girlfriend over he was happy enough to fuck me. Sometimes when he did he’d even call out my name as he emptied himself into me. But when he’d picked up some chick at a bar he wouldn’t even talk to me when he got home with her. Too afraid of what his women would think about his ‘flatmate’, I reckon.

We would go down from the city on Friday evenin’s, and head back on Sunday afternoons, and we’d find a place to crash in one of the caravan parks or on the beach if it was the end of the month and we were short. I loved goin’ with him. He treated me like shit, but it beat stayin’ at home on my tod. The surfin’ almost made up for everythin’. I’d go out and for a while I had no problems, no worries. Just the sea, and the air, paddlin’ hard to catch a good break, then the magic of the slide along the face of the wave, the sea green and white around you, the board slicin’ through the water, crestin’ the water, makin’ you feel as if you were flyin’.

When I got tired I would strip off my wetsuit – the water was almost always freezin’, but often the sun was too warm on the thick black neoprene – and lie around on my towel enjoyin’ the scenery. Some blokes wear board shorts to surf in, but that’s in places where the water’s warm. Where it’s cold, you need a wetsuit, and board shorts are a pain underneath a wetsuit, they get all crumpled up and itch and irritate. So we used to wear speedos. I had a couple, but my favourite were sapphire, because they made my tan look better and matched my eyes and my blond hair. I liked the way they showed off my bum and my doings. The day I met Mattie, I was wearin’ the sapphire pair.

I noticed this guy sittin’ by himself on the sand, a couple of metres away. I’d been surfin’ since before dawn, when the sea is glassy and clear. It had turned into a perfect day, the air warm, but not too hot, like it can get here sometimes in summer, and just a faint sea breeze. I stripped off my wetsuit and lay down on my towel. I look at guys as well as chicks, but I try not to let the blokes see I’m doin’ it. I suppose you’d say I was bi, but the truth is that I loved Gazza and I thought that if I ever got someone else, I’d rather get a bloke than a woman. I didn’t want to get married and settle down. And though I loved women and fuckin’ women – that moment when you slide into a wet pussy has to be one of the best around – I didn’t want responsibility and all that stuff. I know. You can think what you like of me. And you’d have the last laugh, because in the end I did get married, and it was pretty good. It was fuckin’ fantastic. You just hafta find the right person.

Mattie was a looker, in both senses. He was amazin’ly handsome, with thick curly brown hair bleached tan at the ends by salt and sun, pale blue eyes, a straight, thin aristocratic nose, the kind of chin which still looks good even when you get jowls, a dancer’s neck column, shoulders like Superman, and pecs to match. He was wearin’ white nylon rugby shorts with short legs, the kind which let me see just how good his legs were – thighs firm and muscular, sprinkled with dark hair, calves sweetly curved, and nice feet. Laugh if you like, but I like good feet. He was a looker in the other way too. He looked at me, then away, then eyed some chicks walkin’ along in the sun, then looked back. I nodded when he looked the third time.

“G’day.” he said. His voice was a bit deep, a bit gruff and it kinda did things to my stomach. Gazza had fucked off somewhere like he did and I was on my own. Why not? I thought, I’m not married to Gazza. So I said “G’day” back.

“Beaut day, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“You from round here?”

“Nah. The city. A flat in Carlton.” For some reason I didn’t mention my ‘flatmate’.

“Yeah I live in the city, mostly. You down just for the day, mate?”

“Weekend.”

“Is there anythin’ on tonight? Ya know, like a party?”

“Usually somethin’. We’ll ask around later.”

“Yeah, good. My name’s Mattie.”

“James.”

Mattie stood up, walked towards me, and reached out his hand. I sat up and shook it, lookin’ up at him. His face was shadowed. I couldn’t see his expression, just the flash of his white teeth against tanned skin. He picked up his towel and put it closer to mine. Not too close, but close enough. I took another glance at his body. I started to get a fatty. Man. I didn’t even know if he was interested and already I was thinkin’ thoughts. I couldn’t help it. He was a beaut bloke.

We talked some more, just general chat.

It was hot, lyin’ still in the sun. “I’m cookin’,” said Mattie, leverin’ himself up from his towel. “I’m goin’ in for a quickie.”

“A quickie, huh?” I replied. “I’ll come with you.”

He gave me a sharp look then laughed. “Puns are us, huh?”

Damn. Mustn’t make risqué jokes.

The water was chilly. We dived into the first big wave comin’ in and it was all blue and green and icy after the heat on the beach.

Mattie yelped and laughed. “Fuck! It’s freezin’!”

“Man, you are such a wuss!”

Mattie leapt on me and we both fell into the water. I swallowed some water and coughed. “I’ll get you for that, dude!” We horsed around for maybe ten minutes but it got too cold. As we went back to the shore, Mattie was a bit ahead of me. Through the wet nylon of his rugby shorts I could see the shape of his speedos, blue and white vertical stripes, carefully cuddlin’ and shapin’ his bum. I started to get hard again. Luckily the water was so cold no one could see.

We lay a bit more in the sun then I suggested we get lunch. There was a caravan parked in a bay off the beach road sellin’ hot dogs and chips, and we walked over to it. Every metre along the way I was conscious of his body, of the slight spring in his step as he walked, of his thigh muscles clenchin’ and relaxin’. There was a thin trickle of sweat either side of his spine in the dip between the swell of his back muscles. I wanted to lick it, to follow it down his spine to his butt, to keep goin’ until I reached the sweet cleft of his arse and the hole within.

I must have looked a bit dazed. “You OK, mate?” he asked, worried. When I took a moment or two to answer, he asked again, “James? Anythin’ wrong?”

“Nah. No worries, Mattie.” He’d remembered my name! Gazza had forgotten it when he and I first met. Even after the second or third fuck he still hadn’t remembered. I was pretty happy Mattie had remembered. It felt good. It felt like he cared. Then a warnin’ voice in my head said don’t fall for him, he’s straight.

We sat on the low stone wall facin’ the beach and ate our hot dogs and chips and cokes. We shared the packet of chips. It was kinda intimate takin’ stuff from the same paper bowl he was eatin’ out of. Every so often I would sneak a look at the shorts, at the bulge held in by the shiny nylon. Now that I knew it was there, I could see the blue stripes of his Aussiebum through the white fabric. His tummy was so flat that when he sat he had only a few thin folds. I had to look away and quickly rearrange myself. There’s no easy way to hide a fatty in a pair of speedos. I put my elbows on my knees and leaned forward.

“When’re ya goin’ back to the city?” I asked.

“Sunday.”

“Where’re ya stayin’?”

“I got a house on the road to Geelong.”

“A house? A whole fuckin’ house?”

“It’s no biggie,” he replied, lookin’ uncomfortable.

I wanted to tease him a bit, get back at him for wantin’ to fuck him and not bein’ able to.

“No? But you have a flat in Carlton, too?”

“Yeah. I only rent the flat.”

“So what’s with the house?”

“I inherited it from my granda’. It’s nothin’ special. Just an old house.”

“Cool.” I thought for a bit. Gazza was prolly gone for the day. Who knew when the fuck he’d be back? Once he’d gone back to the city without me. I had to hitch to Geelong and catch the train from there and I only got home at ten at night. When I complained he said, “Don’t be such a fuckin’ princess.” But in bed he’d made love to me, and afterwards he cuddled me which he didn’t usually do, and it was OK. “Can I come and see your house? I’ve had a lot of sun, I should prolly get out of the sun for a bit.” If I had any ulterior motive, well, I wasn’t lettin’ on, even to myself. Ulterior motive. Sounds like an expensive cupboard or a food processor. Italian. Enjoy the luxurious new Ulteriore Motivo.

“Yeah. Let’s go get our gear. You c’n follow in your car.”

“I don’t have one. I mean… I came down with a friend.”

He looked at me inquirin’ly.

“My flatmate.”

“Where is he? Would he like to come too?”

“Nah. He’s gone off somewhere.”

Somethin’ in my tone must have alerted him to my real feelin’s, because he looked at me for a minute, his face blank. Then he gave me a sweet smile and said, “C’mon then. Let’s go.”

He didn’t have a surfboard rack on his car but it didn’t matter. It was an old Kingswood station wagon, rusted and a bit worn and tatty, but big, so we put the board in the back. We didn’t bother to get changed. I only had my wetsuit, and some shorts and a t-shirt in my backpack. You’re not supposed to drive in thongs or without a shirt but Mattie did anyway.

The house was an Edwardian wooden bungalow, with boards which were once white but which were all peelin’ now, and Windsor-green doors and window frames and veranda posts. The garden was full of ancient cedars and a couple of oak trees and creepers and the sound of doves. It was so cool and nice. I envied him this place. My flat was fuckin’ horrible. Inside the house, it was filled with nineteen-fifties furniture and decorations but the sofas and armchairs were comfortable. It felt warm and friendly. It reminded me of my grandparents’ house. I’d been happy there.

“Were you close to your granda?” I asked.

“Yeah. He was a top bloke. He taught me how to play footy and how to do a lot of stuff. I miss him.” Mattie’s face was suddenly a bit drawn. “He’s been dead a year, and I still think of him.”

“Yeah. It’s hard when you love someone.” We were quiet for a moment. “You said you live in the city.”

“Yeah. I’m thinkin’ of movin’ out here. But I’d be lonely. So I haven’t. But I come down to swim when I can.”

“Can you get a job down here?”

“Yeah. I reckon. I’m a ‘lectrician.”

“I’m a carpenter. I’d like to live round here. I could surf every day. Can you surf?”

“Nah.” Mattie smiled a little, not in a superior way, just kinda relaxed, easy.

“I can teach you,” I said.

He looked at me for a second. You know that feelin’ where you sense somethin’ magical is about to happen, where time seems suspended, where the air is so still you hear your own breathin’? Well that’s what happened right then. We just looked into each other’s eyes and it was like the fuckin’ songs. Magic.

“Cool.” He didn’t need to say any more.

“Hey,” I said. “Maybe you need someone to live here with you. So you’re not so alone.”

“Yeah,” he said. He smiled. Fuck, my heart turned upside down.

Then I felt stupid. What the fuck was I sayin’ this shit for? He was straight. And anyway, no one was interested in me. Jeez. But for the first time in months I wasn’t thinkin’ of Gazza. It felt good, even if fuck all happened with Matt.

“I’m hungry,” said Mattie. “Lunch wasn’t that much.”

I nodded. We had Vegemite toast and tea. And a beer. Then he rolled a joint and we smoked it. Each drag I took I could feel his spit on the joint. It was good.

We were still in our beach gear, me in my Speedos, him in his striped Aussiebums under the white shorts. Weed did what it always does to me. It made me randy. I wanted him so much. I wanted to fuck him deep and hard and long. I wanted him in me. I wanted to taste every part of his body, to slide my tongue into every crevice and cleft, every-fuckin’-where. I wanted to kiss him, to mash my lips against his, to slide my tongue as far as it would go down his throat. I got up quickly. Fuck! What was I thinkin’? I had a huge fuckin’ fatty under the stretchy blue lycra of my Speedos.

“Where’s the dunny, mate?”

“At the end of the corridor.” He was watchin’ me.

I hauled my cock out, fat with desire, and tried to pee. It took a while. I was tempted to have a quick wank, get rid of some of the tension, but I knew Mattie might notice somethin’. As I walked out of the bathroom, I saw through the open door a bedroom with a big double bed in it, with an old fashioned cupboard and sideboard and mirror and I was suddenly filled with sorrow and longin’. I imagined myself in bed on a Sunday mornin’, havin’ coffee and toast with someone (and the image of Mattie crept uninvited into my mind), readin’ the Sunday papers and then makin’ love in the crumbs, of comin’ home from work at five o’clock and hearin’ the sound of the kettle which someone had just put on, of evenin’s together with a DVD and sixpack of beers and takeaway pizza and my head on his lap. I sure as fuck wasn’t gonna get that with Gazza. I wanted to fuckin’ bawl.

Mattie took one look at my face and asked, “Everythin’ OK, Jamie?”

The ‘Jamie’ was too much. My brother had called me Jamie, my friends. It seemed so intimate and lovin’ and I choked on my reply, unable to speak past the lump in my throat.

“Hey, man,” Matt said, gettin’ up from his armchair.

“No!” I cried, puttin’ my hands up in a wardin’ gesture. “No… I’ll be OK in a minute.” I sat for a bit, waitin’ for my heart to stop beatin’, tryin’ to get back my equilibrium. “Sorry,” I said at last.

“No worries” he said. There was a long silence. Flies buzzin’ against the glass, the tick of an old grandfather clock. “Ya wanna talk about it?”

“I just… I dunno. I just want somebody, ya know? Some guys just want a root but I want somebody to come home to.”

“Ya friend?”

“My flatmate.” I poured all the scorn I could into the word. “He likes fuckin’ me. But he doesn’t love me. I don’ want that. I want to be…”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, his eyes on me. “Yeah.”

I realised too late that I’d let him know I was havin’ sex with a bloke. Maybe it was the dope, I dunno, but I just knew I had to get away. I stood up abruptly. “I gotta go” I said, heart poundin’.

I started to move towards the door. I opened it, fumblin’. I’d hitch back to the beach. Guys were always hitchin’ here, people were used to surfboards and surfers. I heard Mattie call me, “Jamie, wait. C’mon, please! Jamie!” but I kept on walkin’. Suddenly I was rugby-tackled from behind and went straight down onto the lawn. Then Mattie turned my head to one side and was kissin’ me hard, his tongue in my mouth, clever and strong and urgent, his body big and firm and strong on mine. There was no noise, just our pantin’, the sound of the road a hundred metres away, the thud of our hearts. His hand reached own to the seat of my Speedo, and pulled it down. I felt him push down his own shorts and Aussibums. I heard him spit into his hand, then his hand reached down to my cleft and I felt his finger slide into me and then the spit was rubbed onto my hole. He hitched his shorts and swim briefs lower and I felt the wet rock-hard head of his cock pressin’ against me.

He started kissin’ me frantically again and pushed in and jeez. It was kinda brutal. Not sore. Just… It was brilliant. It was fuckin’ heaven. He started thrustin’, never stoppin’ kissin’ me. My head was still turned sideways. His mouth was on mine. He was makin’ little noises of lust and love. I was gettin’ a crick in my neck. I didn’t care. It was so good. So passionate. He needed me. He wanted me. Gazza had never needed me. When he was randy, yeah. But the raw strong emotion? Nah.

Didn’t last long.

I felt him come into me. He gave a small sigh. Then he turned us both onto our side. He stayed inside me. That’s easier if you do it with spit as lube. He spat on his hand again and took my cock and did me nice and slow. I felt him start to get hard inside me and I pushed back against him and he started to thrust into me again and this time it was even better than the first. I came into his hand and he took my jizz and licked it up.

We lay together, our speedos round our ankles. His arms held me close like he already loved me.

“I wanted to do that since I saw you on the beach. You are so fuckin’ hot.”

“Me? Jeez, Mattie, you are a fuckin’ dream.”

“Nah.” He was strokin’ my stomach, my arms, my thighs, my bum, every part of me, like I was somethin’ precious. “Nah. You are.”

Man. On the lawn. If someone came up to the house they’d see us there, all sweaty and covered with jizz, our fuckin’ gear off.

Mattie kissed the back of my neck. “Ya still gonna teach me to surf?”

“Yeah. Sure. Long as ya wear those striped speedos and those shorts.”

I could hear the smile in his voice, the fuckin’ charmer. “Always, ” he said.

He even wore them at our marriage, under his mornin’ suit. And I wore my sapphire Speedos. He looked so fuckin’ fuckable in his starched shirt and striped jacket and bow tie, especially since I knew what he had on underneath. It was all I could do not to drag him to the dunny at the reception and fuck him silly. But I waited till the motel. I’m a married man now. I gotta behave.

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As a long time married guy with two kids, I’ve always considered myself to be a macho guy and only attracted to women. My wife and kids were out of town for the weekend so with time on my hands Friday evening I went into an Adult Bookstore and changed all of that. When I entered the place the odor of disinfectant permeated the store.  There wasn’t much of a crowd, just a few guys looking around the magazine racks and checking out the videos they had for sale there. 

I just happened to glance out the corner of my eye and noticed another guy watching me intently. I shrugged it off and continued to check out what kind of videos they had. 

I noticed a beaded curtain covering a doorway that led toward the back of the store where there were what appeared to be video booths. I asked the store manager, “Do I needed tokens for the booths?”

“No,” he replied, “For the customer’s convenience, they take quarters.”

I asked him then for change for a 5 dollar bill and headed down the hall to the booths. The back room consisted of two hallways and each hallway was lined with booths. There were ten booths in each row, totaling forty booths in all. It was very dark back there, so it took some time for my eye to adjust. I noticed as I walked down the hall a couple of guys peeking around the corner of one of the booths as I walked down the hall, I just ignored it and kept on going. I finally reached an unoccupied booth and went in. The first thing that I noticed was the smell…cigarettes, sweat, cum, piss, disinfectant, latex, leather, lube and then there was that fear that somehow you shouldn’t be here.

I sat down on the bench and dropped in a couple of quarters.
 
The video automatically started to play on channel one and it was of a couple of hot chicks going down on a very well-endowed stud. Mouth agape, I watched as they took turns bobbing up and down on his hard cock and then I switched the channel. 

Channel two had a quite different scene. It was a guy sucking a huge cock and the stud being sucked was clearly enjoying it. 

The time was getting close to running out so I was just about to drop in some more quarters when a guy stuck his head in the door of my booth and saw what I was watching. He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and said, “Hi.”
 
He said, “Hi, what are ya watching there guy?”
 
I told him, “I’m just scanning the channels and was ready to change it.”
 
“Can we leave it on this channel a few more minutes?” he asked, as he reached out and dropped in a couple of quarters of his own.
 
The guy sucking was really sucking the studs cock at this point. Bobbing up and down his thick shaft fast and deep. 

The guy in my booth with me asked, “Can I see it?” 

I asked, “What?”
 
He replied, “I want to see your cock.”
 
I am not overly endowed, only a little over 6-inches and cut, so I was taken by surprise by his request.  But I was starting to get hard watching the video of the guy sucking the other guy’s dick so I obliged him.

I unsnapped, unzipped my Levis, folded by the fly and showed him my cock. He looked it over and then asked, “Can I touch it?”

And completely out of character for me, I said, “ok.”
 
He reached down, wrapped his fingers around it and stroked it a few times.

I was freaking out inwardly that I was allowing another guy to play with my cock. But it felt good. Then I asked, “Can I see yours?”
 
He quickly unzipped, opened his pants and pulled out the most perfectly formed 8-inch uncut cock. It was already very hard and thick. Awed, I asked, “Can I touch it?”
 
He said, “Yes, yes you can.”
 
I was sitting on the bench and he was standing directly in front of me, his hard cock at eye level. I reached out and almost fearfully touched it with my finger. I couldn’t believe how hard it was. Wrapping my fingers around it, I started to slowly stroke his thick, hard powerful cock.
 
Touching another man’s cock for the first time made me so horny that without thinking I opened my mouth, leaned forward and took his thick cock in as far I could. Stopping only when its big head hit the back of my throat and my nose was buried in his thick clump of curly pubic hair. Emulating what I’d seen on the screen, I started bobbing up and down on his perfectly formed cock. 

He reached down and laid his hand on the back of my head and said, “Watch the teeth, faggot.”

Covering them with my lips I started moving up and down again. With a muffled, “Uuuuuuugh,” he tightened his fingers in my hair and started pushing and pulling my head, causing my mouth to move up and down on his thick shaft. 

I was totally freaking at my own delight in doing him.
 
I could feel his cock starting to pulsate as I continued to let him pull my head up and down on his shaft. I could feel the swollen head throbbing against the back of my throat as he held his cock deep in my mouth for a couple of seconds. 

When he took his hand away for a moment, I continued bobbing up and down on his cock on my own again.  He started to softly groan, “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” as he was building towards a climax.
 
I could taste his pre-cum in my mouth as I tried to take all of his huge cock in my mouth and swallow the head. As his balls pressed against my chin I felt them tighten. Almost brutally he grabbed the back of my head once more and pulled me to him so hard that the head of his cock went into my throat.

“Oh shit, here it is. I’m cumming,” he moaned as I felt the first squirt of his warm salty load being shot into my throat.
 
Tightening my lips, I started bobbing up and down on his cock. Loosening his grip on my head, he screeched, “Suck that dick you fucking queer,” as he continued to shoot squirt after squirt of his thick hot cum into my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but my mouth was soon full and his cum started to leak out the corners of my mouth and ooze down my chin. 

After the last shot of cum I let his cock slip out of my mouth and tried to swallow the remaining of his load. 

When he reached for a tissue to clean up, I grabbed his hand and said, “Wait, let me do that.” Then I leaned forward and took his sticky flaccid, but still thick cock into my mouth. I could feel his eyes on me as I cleaned it off for him.

“Thanks faggot,” he said as he put his cock back in his pants, “that was the best blowjob I have ever gotten from anyone.”
 
He zipped up his pants and started to turn to leave but I told him, “wait,” as I reached in my pocket and pulled out a business card with my cell phone number on it. “If he ever wanted to drain his balls in my mouth again,” I told him, “Just give me a call.” As he put the card in his pocket I said, “My wife will be out of town until Sunday night. 

He called me both Saturday and Sunday evening with the ending pretty much the same only at his apartment. I hadn’t brushed my teeth so I wondered if she could smell and taste his cum on my breath when I gave Barbara a welcome home kiss.

After that weekend I’ve been called quite a few more times. Since meeting Tyler, I’ve developed quite a taste for his salty cum.

The end…

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I’m Steve.  I am 35 years old and married my gf of 2 years a couple of years ago. I haven’t been with a man since I’ve been married but I still think of my past experiences quite often.  One man is on my mind more then others.  His name is Rick and we had a secret 5 year sexual relationship.   Rick and I had a slew of very hot and kinky encounters but I constantly think of one night in particular, the first time we ever met.

I was 26 years old and enjoying my single life.  I was handsome, 5’10, was 160 pounds at the time and had short dark hair, brown eyes, tanned complexion, runners type of build.  I had my own place, a good job out of college, and stayed in shape.  I went on dates with some women after college but what nobody knew about me was that I was secretly into men as well.   I was watching gay porn constantly and my curiosity peaked.  I began having hookups with a few random guys from Craigslist.  Mostly just JO sessions and on a few occasions some really hot oral sessions. 

About two weeks prior to my encounter, I purchased a thick 8 inch dildo online along with copious amounts of lube.  Being as curious as I was about receiving anal, I began using this dildo on almost a nightly basis.   The more I used it, the more I wanted to try the real thing.  There was still a fear for me to take that next step but in moments of lust, it was all I could think about.  

It was a Friday night. I had been out for happy hour with co-workers.  I was expecting to have a drink or two and call it a night but my drink or two turned into ten.  My group started to thin out so decided to head back to my apartment.  I heading over to the subway. Luckily my stop was only 3 stations away so bot too far away. On my subway ride, I noticed a really hot, older, biker type guy.  Tall, bald, salt and pepper goatee, he was my ideal type of guy.  He’ll never have any idea since he was with a woman at the time but I was checking him out the entire subway ride and that got me really horny. My stop arrived and I departed the train and Walked to my place across the street from the station. When I got back to my 500 sq ft studio apartment, I immediately disrobed and turned on gay porn in my laptop.  I went to a favorite video of a biker type dad fucking a hot younger guy and I was extremely hard.  What is now becoming a habit, I reached under my couch/foldout bed and grabbed my new toy.  The dildo was flesh-colored and had succion cup at the bottom. I stuck it to the wood floor and applied lube to the toy and my eager ass. I slowly lowered myself onto this thick toy and it felt so good.  I placed the laptop on the couch so I could watch the video while I sat on my new favorite toy.

As I began to slowly ride this thick 8 inch dildo, I decided I wanted more.   I decided to go to a online gay chat site.  I would go to this site now and then when I got really turned on. I would meet guyson this site and woukd usually engage in chatting about sex, cyber sex, roleplay, or sometimes phone sex.  I had never actually hooked up with anybody through this site before.  I logged in and immediately received a bunch of private message requests.  One of them stood out.  His screen name was divorceddad45.   His description sounded very similar to the guy on the train that I saw earlier so that grabbed my attention.  After exchanging pleasantries, we began chatting about ourselves and what we like sexually.  He told me his name is Rick, he is 45 years old 5’11 190, bald with goatee and is a total top.   We seemed to be the perfect match sexually.  He was a total top into young guys and I was looking to bottom for the first time and was attracted to men with Rick’s profile. 

He then goes on to ask me where I’m located because he was curious and interested in phone sex.  I told him I was interested in phone sex and told him where I’m from and he replied back, “so am I!!!!”. As soon as I saw that, a huge wave of desire came over me.  I had the feeling that conversation might possibly lead to actual sex.  I asked him what part of the city he was from and he was only about a 20min subway ride away.  

Rick asked if he could call me and I typed my phone number as quickly as possible.  He had a deep sexy voice and was really confident.  We chatted for a bit and then he asked me if I could email a picture of me and he’d send one back.  I only had g-rated picture available so sent him a recent picture of me at the beach a few months prior.  I cropped out the other people in the pic and was just me in swim trunks laying on a towel. He sent me a picture back of him in just his white briefs and an obvious rock hard cock sticking out of his briefs.  I loved his picture and told him so on the phone.   That prompted him to ask me if I wanted to meet.  I admitted to Rick that I was very horny but also kind of nervous since I had never received anal sex before.  He almost begged me to come over at this point.  After a short pause, I blurted out my exact address.  Rick told me how thankful he was and that he’d be over as soon as possible.

I became immediately excited.  My buzz was subsiding but I was still in extreme lust.   I laid out the couch to a bed and got on my back and started fucking myself with the dildo.  I stayed on my back and fucked myself over and over again until I heard the front door buzzer.  A wave of excitement came over me.  I took out my toy and put on my black briefs on and buzzed him to my apartment.   I then went over to the door and looked out the keyhole and as the elevator open, Rick walked out.  He looked really hot in his white tight tee shirt and jeans.   He knocked on the door and I opened.  We greeted each other and hugged as and let him in.

As soon as I shut the door, he pinned me against the wall and kissed me.  We kissed very aggressivly, pinning me against the wall and pressing his lips against mine.  He slides off my black briefs and takes off his tee shirt.  Feeling his muscular chest against mine got me on another level of horny. Rick had physical control of me and I really really liked it.  After a passionate stand up make-out session, he told me to go to the bed and “get on your back boi”.  Rick took off his jeans and white briefs simultanously and his very hard 7 inch cut cock appeared.  He walked over to where my head was on the bed. I turned my head to the side as his hard cock apporached me and I couldn’t wait.  The second his cock came near me, I reached out my head and went for it.  He grabbed a hold of my head and slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth while he slowly stroked me.  

While he slowly fucks my face, he tells me how I’m lucky a daddy like him came into my life and how good of a son I am.  Rick is very verbal and he showed it right away.  Telling me how excited he is to take my “man virginity”.  After a good 15 minutes of Rick fucking my face he pulled out of my mouth and climbed onto my pull out bed and got on top of me.  Rick and I started making out again and with almost as much passion if not more then when we kissed when he walked in.   We kissed and rolled around my bed for a while and then he moved his lips down my chest and down to my fully erect 6 inch cock.  My cock jumps as Rick’s lips hit my shaft.  He also thusts his right middle and pointer fingers inside of me.  I was still lubed from my previous toy play so could here the swish of his fingers thrusting in and out of me while his lips move faster up and down my throbbing cock.

After about 10 minutes of this, we could both hardly take it.  Rick asked me if I’m ready and I smiled and nodded.  He climbed back on top of me and places both of my legs over his shoulders.  I looked up at him as he hover over me and I was completly in lust with him.  At that moment he was the sexiest man alive and I wanted him.   He lowered himself on me and kissed me while his cock head touched my virgin pucker.  I had been looser due to my prior toy play but it still hurt as he slowly began to enter me.  I was so turned on feeling a real cock slide into me for the first time. Despite my constant 2 week toy play, feeling a real cock was a revelation.  It hurt at first but I lived it.   Rick took it slow with me for the first 10 minutes as I got used to his very hard cock.   As he fucked me, we continued to make out like a horny high school couple. He’d tell me how cute I am and would ask me how I liked daddy’s cock.  Of course, my response was “I love it” with a wide grin.

This prompted him to really start fucking me.  The pain subsided after a while and Rick fucked me faster and faster while I lay defenselessly beneath him as my legs dangling over his shoulders. All I could hear is my pull out bed/couch slaming against the wall while he told me how much he loved fucking his boi and I’m lucky be fucked by a dad like him.   The longer he fucked me, the more in love I became with his cock (and him as well).  He then told me to bend over and place my face on my pillow and he began to bang me from behind.  Thrusting and spanking me, feeling the pain from doing this new position to me and his heavy spanks.  He then says, “I love your face boi, get back on your back, I want to see you when I cum”.  I get back on my back and he placed my legs on his shoulders again and he starts fucking me and kissing me.  My back arched, my legs pointed to the air, both of us moaning, it was like the hottest porn I had ever seen but I was actually living it.

Kissing me while Rick thrust his cock in and out of my ass, he asks me where he can come.  Now not my safest or most sound decision safety wise, but I really really liked him so I said “anywhere you like, daddy”. He let out a “oh yeah!!, what great boo you are” and fucked me harder and harder for 5 minutes and then i could feel him swell in me. Rick yells, you want my cum boi, tell daddy you want my cum”.  I told to “cum in me daddy, cum in my virgin ass”.  After a few big, hard thrusts, he slams hard into me one last time as he begins to grunt and groan as he begins to cum and lets out a very loud oh yeah while I feel him cum in my ass. Rick kept his cock still, deep inside of me so I could get every last drop of his cum.    I was so turned on.  My cock is still rock hard as he slowly pull out of me and I feel his cum leak out.  He then stood up to wipe his cock off with a towel near the bed while he tells me to stroke my cock.  Rick set at the foot of the bed and told me to cum for daddy.  I looked at him and moaned oh daddy as i began to get close and finally shot the biggest load of my life.  My chest covered in cum, my shot so long that I even got some in my mouth and on my face but most of the cum laid directly on my smooth chest.

He came back to me and laid on the bed next to me and we kissed.  After making out for a while again, Rick told me how hot I am and he wanted to see me again.  I was so happy, I told Rick that I’d really like that.  This began an extremely hot 5 year relationship.  I am looking for to sharing more about our hot sessions 🙂

John slipped me a folder as we brushed by each other in the hallway. “Boss says it’s your new mission, have fun!” He said before taking off to deliver all of the missions to the rest of the team.

I opened the folder to see several pictures and a description. Crocodile Man: 8ft tall; 500lbs of pure muscle; 2.5ft penis size; likes it dirty; lives in sewer; will impregnate; team has to be called right away: once impregnated, fertilized eggs are laid several minutes later; good luck.

-Chief Commander of the MHU

Great. Crocodile Men are literally the dirtiest monsters on the planet and it’s basically pig BDSM (got nothing against it; I even find it hot). But I guess I could get a into it. I walked to dispatch, suited up, and set out in a hovercraft to the destination.

It was in some city I’d never heard of in the sewers. I parked the hovercraft, made sure there were several ways to call the team through my suit, and got ready to be a literally cum dumpster.

I crept down into the dark through a manhole and turned on the bioluminescence of my skin suit. I’d already stripped of all my clothes, save for the skin suit as always. This was going to be one big fucking cock.

I slowly sloshed through the sewage that was almost up to my calves and tried to cool myself off from the stinking (literally) heat. I heard a low growl and heard movement to my left. My head spun in that direction, but something from the opposite side swiped my legs out from underneath me. Fuck, I forgot about the tail. I said in my head before trying to recover, but I stopped. There was no way I was going to be able to even try to subdue this thing.

Instead of getting up, I got on all fours in the sewage and puffed out my ass to the putrid air. I wiggled my hips which made my ass practically irresistible. Within seconds the beast was towering over my small frame. I slowly turned my head to see an reptilian, yet human head. Although it did look more like a reptile head with a scaly human body times three.

Something as thick as a tree trunk slithered around my waist and hoisted me into the air. The creature began to run through the tunnels at incredible speeds, dragging me along with it. I tried not to panic or scream as I knew reptiles were easily spooked and prone to violence.

The Croc Man carried me to a small room in the sewer systems. This must be its breeding den. I said to myself. Half of the small stinking room was covered with old blankets and towels while the other half was covered with a massive heating pad that fit its body size, which was hard to believe in general.

The support of its tail that was holding me in the air vanished and I thudded to the soft, but old and sketchy, blankets. Suddenly it was atop me, turning me onto my back so I had to face it. I watched as its cock slowly emerged from its own den. The entire two and a half feet snaked its way toward me. The entirety of it was impressive. I held it in my hands and I could see the lustful gleam in the Croc Man’s eyes. 

The cock wasn’t shaped like a humans, but rather looked more like a horses. It was said Crocodile Men could inflate their cocks like balloons, but it was just a myth. The beast grabbed my head and pushed his cock head against my lips. I let it in hesitantly, since I wasn’t used to sucking cock.

I choked and gagged but the beast didn’t care. He was too strong for me to resist. He pulled my head closer and closer to the base of his cock, forcing the massive thing deeper and deeper down my throat and into my stomach. I felt the huge bulge going down my throat and tears poured from my eyes.

Once I was at the base the Croc Man began face fucking me, I tried to time my breathing but the beast was so erratic that my vision eventually faded to darkness and I passed out…

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I awoke to pain. Something was prodding the ground beneath me through my stomach. The bulge pushed in and pulled out with incredible force. I realized the beast began fucking me even though I’d passed out. Fuck! I’ve gotta call the team. I said to myself but something was wrong. I felt my skin and it was mine. I looked next to me to see my skin suit torn to pieces. Holy shit this thing is going to impregnate me and I can’t even call the team for help.

I cried out and tried to reach the suit to see if I could try and press one of the buttons but the Croc Man grabbed my head and smothered it in the blankets beneath me. I tried to squirm, to flee, to get away, but I was powerless to the powerful beast. He had me on my stomach and he was pounding away inside me.

I had no lubricant, no pain relievers, no pain to pleasure chemicals, nothing because I didn’t have my suit. Suddenly, more pain grew inside me. I shouted out but the Croc Man didn’t care. I felt his cock expanding inside me. I looked down to my stomach to confirm that it was in fact growing inside me. It continued until I was screaming and writhing around underneath it.

“Please!” I shouted. “Please let me put that suit back on!” I pleaded with the beast.

But the beast wouldn’t listen to my cries. Well I’m fucked. I thought as the breath left me as he pounding deep into my again and again. Suddenly, his cock began a different form of swelling. A form of swelling that you see in cartoons when they turn the garden hose on and it pumps water in bulges through it. I felt that in my ass.

The first hot blast of cum made me scream. It was burning hot and filled every part of me. But it couldn’t prepare me for what came next. Massive balls flooded my insides with the buckets of cum and filled my stomach until I looked pregnant times three.

Cum kept pumping into me and pouring almost everywhere. Cum was pouring from every orifice. I started choking as cum began pouring out of my mouth like a small waterfall. The Crocodile Man pulled out of me and brought his cock to my lips and slammed it in. I began drinking as cum poured from his cock like milk out of a milk carton. 

I gulped and gulped down the hot spunk until I was full and then he forced me to drink more. I watched his basketball sized balls slowly deflate until they were back to its normal soccer balls size. My stomach was swollen as though I would pop.

Small bulges showed up inside me and I felt them move when I tried to. The Croc Man had impregnated me with his eggs. I passed out from pain and the realisation that I was stuck down in the middle of a sewer den with a beast who wants to use me as his bitch, which actually didn’t sound all too displeasing to me…

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I awoke to something pressing against my lips. As I came to, the Croc Man shoved his entire half flaccid length down my throat which reached into my stomach it was so long. I tried to cry out, but it was already hard enough to breath.

He wasn’t fully erect, but his cock reached into the pool of cum where the eggs sat. But I couldn’t feel the eggs anymore. Instead, I felt living creatures inside me. At least six of them.

The Crocodile Man was slowly becoming erect as I felt the little Crocodile Men attaching and suckling on his cock head. Within seconds he was cumming and my stomach started swelling again. Cum poured from my ass and with the cum came the small creatures. 

I knew from studying that they grow rapidly and within a few hours I would be the bitch to eight different Crocodile Men, constantly being fucked and bred until the sewer system couldn’t hold them anymore. 

The little monsters angrily ran around and kept sucking their father’s cock for more sustaining cum. I really hoped the team was trying to locate me. Suddenly, sparks starting flying from stone ceiling.

Something was cutting a circle shaped hole in the ceiling. The little Crocodile Men and their father stared at the mesmerizing sparks until the circle was finished and dropped down onto the floor. A black roped fell down and MHU soldiers slid down, knock-out darts blazing.

I cheered as the team knocked out all the little Crocodile Men and their father. One of the guards incinerated my second skin that was torn to shreds and grabbed me, hauling through the opening and into a helicopter.

“Good work, Agent Jack.” was all that was said as we made our way back to the MHU.

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I didn’t feel traumatized, as the therapist said I would. In fact, the experience just added fuel to the fire of my lust to be submissive. It made me love my job even more.

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My buddy Rick and I had been hooking up for around a year since our first encounter. After our first hook up, we went onto have a great 5 year secret sexual relationship.  We would meet up at one of our apartments around once or twice a month.  Rick, like myself, was very discreet.  He also dated women and had two daughters from his first marriage so his schedule always seemingly full.  Rick and I hooking up was mostly dependent on his schedule as I was always willing and ready.  When we did meet, the chemistry was electric.  He had a hold on me that no other person ever had.  Around a year into our first meeting, Rick suggested that another Dad join us one of these days.  I loved one on one time with Rick, but had been incredibly curious about having a threesome.  

One night, I get an email from Rick.  He was making the usual arrangements for our next meeting.  This time though, he told me that he met somebody online who might want to join us.  He told me about this man and I was very very interested.   He was very similar to Rick, a biker, goatee, tattoos.  He was heavier then Rick but not too bad.  More bear type then anything and I love bears so I told Rick that I think he is hot and would be interested.

Two days later, Rick alerts me that his bud is on board and that I should head over to Rick’s apartment later that night to meet.   Of course I happily agreed.  We made our arrangements and told him I’d be over by 10pm.  That was one of the longest days of work ever.  I couldn’t think about anything that day but Rick and what was to come.   I jerked off not once but TWICE at work.  I was so turned on.  After work, I went home and took a nice long shower and got ready.  I wore Rick’s favorite outfit, my tight jeans and tee shirt.  I remember my walk to the subway and the entire subway ride.  I was hiding a giant hard-on under my tight jeans the whole time.  I was in heat the minute I got that email from Rick.  I got off at Rick’s stop and walked over and my breathing got very heavy. I was nervous and excited (way more excited).

I knock on Rick’s front door and someone else answers.  It’s the Rick’s friend.  We both seemed very happy to see each other.   His name is Dennis and he was 56 at the time.  He is very handsome, short grey hair, goatee, biker, tatoos, tall, around 6’3 250.  We introduced each other and Rick came downstairs.  He asked Dennis what he thought and he told Rick “he was right”.  I asked what he meant and Dennis told me that Rick had told him how cute I was.  I asked Dennis how they knew each other.  He explained that Rick found him on a gay dating site and asked him if he was interested in a threesome with his boi.  They exchanged emails and had met for the first time in person that night.  We sat on Rick’s couch and had some drinks.  Rick made me a vodka-soda and Rick and Dennis had beers.  After chatting and drinking for about a half hour, Dennis goes to the bathroom.  As soon as he leaves, Rick jumps on me on the couch and we start kissing.  HE kissed with so much passion.   Rick told me he couldn’t wait to kiss me.  When Dennis comes back to the bathroom, he sees Rick and I making out while he lays on top of me on the couch.

Dennis sat down on a nearby chair and watched us.  We made out and stripped each other down while Dennis began to unzip his jeans  and start to stroke.  I would try and catch glimpses of Dennis while Rick and I went at it and was so turned on watching Dennis stroke his 7 inch cock while he watched us.   After a little while, Rick told me to go over to Dennis and show him some hospitality.  Rick got up and let me out from under him and sat back down as I got off the couch and went over to Dennis.  

I knelt on the floor before the chair Dennis was sitting on.  I locked my eyes on Dennis and opened my mouth and wrapped my lips and right hand around his hard cock.   I began to work my hand and lips up and down in unison while keeping my eyes locked on Dennis and watching him enjoy me.  While I work Dennis’ cock, I can hear Rick behind me telling me to make sure I make Dennis feel good and impress our new friend.  Dennis loved it.   “Fuck son, you are really good”, he told me.  I think that may have made Rick jealous a bit.  After hearing that, Rick asks Dennis to come over to the couch and sit next to him.  I let out Dennis’ cock as he stood and took off the rest of his clothes and sat next to Rick on the couch.

As soon as Dennis sat down on the couch next to Rick, they immediatly began making out.  I went back down on Dennis with my lips and right hand while my left hand stroked Rick’s very hard cock.   This went on for around 5 minutes and Rick asked me to move over to him.  I moved over to kneel in front of Rick and used my lips and left hand on him while I stroked Dennis with my right hand.  While doing this, Dennis is telling Rick how good of a boi I am and good my mouth felt on him.  Rick pulled out of my mouth and told me to go back to Dennis.   I moved back over and knelt before Dennis again.  My eyes again locked on him while I sucked every inch of his thick cock.  While working Dennis cock, Rick laid down on the floor behind me and got his head under me.  He began licking my ass while I worked Dennis’ cock.  I was incredibly turned on.  I sucked Dennis faster and faster as I felt Rick’s tongue flick in and out of my ass.  My eyes stay locked on Dennis as he told me how much he wanted to fuck me.   Dennis asked Rick to get his jeans so he could get his condom.  Rick got the condom and Dennis asked me to get on the couch and bend over.

Rick laid on the couch so I can go down on him while Dennis fucked me from behind.   I worked my lips up and down Rick while Dennis finally figured out the condom, haha and got it on.  He then got behind me and grabbed the lube on the table and squirt some on my asshole and he slammed his cock into me.  I was so hot feeling a new man inside of me, only the second cock I had ever had inside of my ass to that point.  Doing this while sucking on Rick. I was in heaven seeing two Dads enjoy me like they were.  My eyes locked on Rick while my lips slide up and down effortlessly.  Rick was calling me his slut boi while Dennis fucked me faster and faster.  I was loving Dennis’ cock inside of me and was moaning but my moans were muffled by Rick’s very hard cock.  Rick and Dennis were talking about how good I make them feel and Dennis alerts Rick that he is going to cum.  Dennis began to fuck me faster and faster and tells us he’s about to cum.   Dennis starts to cum into his condom inside of me and moaning and grunting VERY loudly while doing so.  I’m sure Rick’s neighbors heard but none of us cared.

After Dennis came, Rick told me to get up and on my back.  I get on my back as Dennis gets up and quickly heads into the bathroom to dump his condom in the toilet and come back.  Rick grabs a hold of both ankles and pressed his dick inside of me.  Using the lube Dennis applied earlier, Rick started to slam me. Dennis then came over and got on the floor and began to suck on my hard cock while Rick’s cock slammed in and out of me.  I was so turned on, within  a minute of Dennis putting his lips on my cock, I began to cum.  I was embarrassed but I couldn’t help it.  I felt so good, I knew I had no choice but to cum quick.   Rick and Dennis loved it though because it showed how horny I was.  Rick started slamming me with deep thrusts. I begin moaning quite a bit as I watch Dennis swallow my load as Rick’s cock swells in me.   Dennis starts to tell Rick that he wants to see him cum in me.  “oh yeah man, I’m close” Rick tells him.   Rick tells me to tell Dennis how much I loved my Daddy Rick and how much I love his cock.  I look at Dennis and tell him how amazing Daddy is and how much I love when he cums in me.  

Rick starts to go really fast and tells me he’s about to cum and like he usually does when we have sex, he slams me hard and fast until he begins to shoot his load and then he stays deep and still inside of me.  We made out while he stayed still in me, while Dennis sat naked on the chair watching.  Rick pulled his cock out of me and he told me to stay on my back but shift my ass so I can show Dennis Rick’s cum leaking out of me.  Rick goes over to Dennis and they make out.  Dennis thanks Rick so much for inviting him and starts to get dressed.  He comes over and gives me a giant kiss and then kisses Rick again and then leaves.  Rick and I start making out and we gathered our clothes and went into his bedroom.  We laid in bed and started kissing again as he asked me to stay over and I did.  We feel asleep but in the middle of the night, Rick woke me up.  He told me he couldn’t sleep and needed help.  I went over and grabbed some lube that was on his nightstand and put some on his dick and I got on top of him.

I wanted to thank him in my own way for such an amazing experience.  I worked my hips back and forth and gyrated my ass for him while I rode his hard cock.  I worked my ass to milk every last ounce of cum from him.  I rode him for about 15 minutes and he stayed mainly silent but a few groans and moans and a few “ride your daddy baby” from Rick.  I worked up and down faster and faster and he told me he is going to cum and i tighten my muscles and milked his cock until he came.  Once again feeling his load inside of me.  I came down and kissed him after he came and he told me I’m amazing. I told him I loved him and he told me he loved his boi.  Within a few minutes, he fell asleep and now I couldn’t.  I laid on my back and stroked my cock and once again, I came rather quickly again and blew a giant load onto my chest.  I reach down and grab a towel near his bed and wipe my chest off and start to fall alseep.  The end of an incredible night.

I sprained my ankle a few months ago. I tripped up the steps, getting off at 59th & Lexington. A sexy guy with a (Russian?) accent helped me up, but our interaction was brief, and he really could’ve cared less. I bet he had great fuck talk.

I didn’t get in to see a Dr. until later that evening, and by then it was fuckin swollen as shit. I was trying to be tough, but I was a big pussy when the nurse came in. He had on green scrubs, and he wasn’t wearing underwear. His dick line was obvious, although he had a white t shirt under his top. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. 

He did some preliminary screenings, and when he held the flash light up, I forgot to look up. “Eyes up here young man.” There was a laugh in his tone, and I knew he knew. His arms flexed, when they moved, which filled the rest of the space between his flesh, and the fabric in each arm. Fuckin hot.

I lay back, and waited for the Dr. to come in. The nurse’s name was Seth, and he was pretty fuckin sexy. He had blondish brown hair, with a trimmed beard. I was guessing mid thirties, but I could’ve been wrong. Who cares. My point is, this man needed to fuck me. I wanted his dick.

The Dr. came in, and Seth walked out. I answered all the questions, and he felt around the ankle, and worked every toe, which sent waves of pain up my leg and back. He wrapped it, and put a brace around the ankle, and sent me up for a script. I passed Seth on the way out, and he smiled, and asked if I had a minute. For him, I had all day.

He pulled me aside, in the exam room near us, and said he wasn’t supposed to reach out to patients, but if I wasn’t doing anything later, maybe we could meet for some conversation. He gave me his number, and I texted him on my way out. It was a fuckin trip back downtown, where I begrudgingly worked the second half of my scheduled shift. My manager gave me a little shit, but she could clearly see the brace around my ankle, where my jeans stopped. 

I finished up, and checked my phone, with a couple missed calls, and a few texts from Seth. He was leaving work. He couldn’t get a taxi. The lady in front of him smelled like piss. He got home alright. He was naked. He was showering. Jesus fucking Christ.

I met him at a small spot in the West Village. We chatted briefly, and although he’d changed into jeans, I could see his dick line. I told him he should invest in some underwear, because he’s very distracting at the office. He said after I’d left, he got hard, and had to jerk off in the bathroom at work. He’d been interrupted twice, which was fuckin hot. He’d eventually blow his load all over the back of the basin, and have to clean it up, but the smell of his spunk was undeniable, and he made awkward eye contact with the nurse who was standing at the urinal, while he washed his hands.

He made me laugh, and I liked him. He was handsome, tall, athletic, scruffy, professional…but that fuckin dick. I would occasionally graze his arm, or leg, and glance to to see if his dick would flex. It did. Fuck.

We finished another round, and I said we should get out of there, and check out his place. He said he had roommates, and he wasn’t “out”. I said it was fine if we went to my place, but I had roommates also, who were gay. He didn’t mind.

We get to my place half an hour later, and sneak in quietly. The guys are either out, or they’re in their rooms. The place is a mess, but whatever. We go upstairs to my room, and I close the door behind me. He comes up, and starts making out with me hard, right away. 

Our clothes are coming off, a button rips off his shirt, my jeans get stuck on my ankle brace, and he quickly undoes the cuffs. Soon, we’re fully naked, making out in my bed, and he’s struggling to open the condom up.

We get him situated, and he’s in me. This fuckin dude starts slow fucking, and kissing me softly on the mouth, and cheeks, working his way to my ear. He bites my lobe, and rubs his face on mine, sending scruff tickles down my neck. Fuck, he had me oozing precum in no time.

We’re slow fucking for awhile, and of course a fuckin knock on the door. Tim opens the door to ask me something, and Seth nods at him, and says “What’s up.” Tim shuts the door slowly, and says “nevermind.” We laugh, and get back to fucking.

His dick is the perfect size. He’s got me almost split, but enough room for a comfortable slide, and he’s long enough where he’s JUST bumping up against that wall of tissue and muscle at the end of the tunnel. Fuck, he was getting me all sorts of crazy.

We never changed positions, we didn’t even move our fucking legs. He knew just how to work that dick up inside, and he had me cumming like a stream, all over myself. He kept fucking, reaching down to jerk me off. He used my cum as lube, while he was fucking me, jerking me off in synchronized form. He told me he was cumming, and quickened his hand. We came together. Fuck it was awesome.

Ok, so usually I’d be done, and get up, or hint with a hip thrust, for him to get up and out of me. This time, I held on. I can’t fuckin explain what I was feeling. I felt sexually spent, but physically fulfilled. I really didn’t mind this. He was pushing my hair back, and kissing my forehead, nose, and mouth. He said it was fucking amazing. He said he wanted to come back again. He said he’d call me, and then he told me he was married…

I’m Jagger, and I’m a sex addict.

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I spotted him sitting at the receptionist’s desk on the first day of my new job at the University. This being the Computer Science Department there wasn’t really a wealth of hot guys, so he definitely stood out. He was just my type, too—short but beefy, his head shaved clean, wearing a white t-shirt that barely contained his brick shithouse body.  He had a tattoo band around his bicep. I was too intimidated to introduce myself at first, but I eventually found out he was a student doing a work-study job.

Then one day I was taking a piss, and who should saunter up to the urinal next to me but Beefy Boy. My piss stopped in mid-stream. I listened to him unzip and let out his breath, but nothing came. Quickly I glanced down. He was holding his thick little dick between his fingers and as I watched, it started to grow. I noticed he was looking at me, gazing down at my dick and seemingly in awe of its size. He caught my eyes and smiled. We showed off for each other, flopping our dicks around until we were both hard.

He rocked his hips forward, sliding his dick into his fist, and I followed. Almost immediately he was ready to shoot his load. With a final jerk and a grunt, he released several thick squirts of jizz into the porcelain urinal, his breath coming fast and shallow. Wanting to really give him a show, I peeled my balls out from my underwear and worked my dick steadily. Suppressing a moan, I let loose my copious load, showering the back of the urinal with thick goo.

Just as I was recovering, he did something totally unexpected. Pulling my head into his, he kissed me deeply, sliding his tongue in my mouth and wrestling it against mine.

“I’m Matt,” he said after we broke apart.

“Terrance.” I held out my hand. “Nice to meet you.”

***

Matt and I worked at opposite ends of the building, but we made sure to see each other often after that. He would come striding past my desk, giving me a sideways grin, and I’d follow his fine ass down the hall. We kept our interaction in the bathroom to a minimum, but the danger of getting caught was high, and I knew we couldn’t carry on like this forever. I thought about asking Matt if he wanted to hook up outside of work, but I sensed that it wasn’t an option. This was definitely on the DL.

Then Matt had an idea. Many professors had multiple offices on campus, and our floor had rows of rooms that were barely, if ever, used. Matt figured he could steal a key from the file cabinet in Jodie’s office.

“I sit right in front of her door,” he whispered, bending over my desk. “I could sneak in and out in a flash and she’d never know.” An hour later, he stopped at my desk again.

“Meet me in 6243 in five minutes,” he said. When the time came I went, somewhat apprehensively. The halls were silent and still.  I found the door, with a maroon plaque next to it that said “6243, Dr. Rami Habibullah, Professor.” I turned the handle and went inside.

Matt was standing against the desk. I shut the door and the office went dark. Only a small amount of light filtered through the blinds.

“Lock it,” Matt said. His face met mine and we started making out. His hands went straight to my cock. He broke away and got on his knees, unbuckling my pants. My eyes adjusted to the light in Dr. Rami’s office. I saw a desk, a computer, and some cabinets, but mostly it looked stark and unused.

Matt reached into my underpants, pulling out my hard dick and holding it before his face. I really got off on watching this masculine little college dude—who you’d assume was tough as nails if you saw him walking down the street—so completely in awe of my cock. He wrapped his lips around the bell end and slid me into his mouth. It felt amazing. His lips stretched wide to fit my thick dong as he tried to get the entire thing in his throat. I looked down—he was massaging his dick through his cargo pants.

When his nose was buried in my pubes, Matt hit his stride, chugging my cock in and out of his mouth, slathering his tongue all over my shaft. He took my dick out his mouth and slapped it against his face, worshipping it with his lips and tongue. Then he went back down, smoking my bone for all it was worth, my nine inches of meat disappearing down his throat and back out again.

I had to practically tear him away from my dick—I actually lifted him off of his knees. I ran my hands down his cut torso; then I kneeled down and felt his hard dick, pressing at the waistband of his pants. I pulled the elastic back and his fat little todger jutted out, hard as wood and leaking like a faucet.

I slid it in my mouth, taking it down to the root. It was a greatly suckable cock—it fit into my mouth perfectly. I savored the taste of pre-cum leaking out of his piss hole, as I worked his dick with my tongue and lips, taking it all easily until I felt Matt start to lose it. I backed off for a minute, letting him recover before going back down. This time, it only took a minute before he was on the edge again.

I ran my tongue along his hairless sack and sucked his balls. They tasted raw and gamey—not dirty, but potent, like a nice jock bag should taste. I lapped up under his sack and tongued the tender space near his asshole. He really seemed to get off on that, which was just what I’d been hoping for.

He was like putty in my hands as I turned him around and bent him over the desk. He pushed aside Dr. Rami’s nametag and a paper tray, resting his bulky torso onto the lacquered surface. His ass—by far his best asset—was presented before me:  thick, beefy and delicious looking. I pulled off his pants and his ass cheeks came bouncing out. There, tattooed on his right cheek, was the head of a horned steer.

Matt had his legs spread wide, and though it was dark in the office I could still make out the exposed space where his big butt cheeks pulled away from each other. I could just imagine the hairless crack in between them, his tender asshole twitching in anticipation.

I knelt down before his ass and buried my face in his crack. I flicked out my tongue and found his slick, sweet asshole, tensing in anticipation. I licked the chewy center of him, tonguing and nibbling his quivering hole. Matt went crazy, moaning so loudly I almost had to come up for air to tell him to shut up. We definitely didn’t need to get caught. Maybe this was just a work-study gig for him, but it was my fucking life-line.

But really, there was no stopping me once my face was in his grade-A, USDA prime-beef butt. I suspected that Matt had never had his ass eaten out properly from the tone of surprised wonder in every whimper and groan escaping from his lips. I could just imagine the juice his fat dick was leaking onto the desk.

As much as I was loving the way his big ass hugged my face and the sweet-n-sour taste of his hole, I knew it was time to get down to business. We didn’t have all day, after all—someone was bound to notice we were gone eventually.

I stood up, my hard dick pulsing in my hand. I slid it in between his butt cheeks, dragging the blunt end of it along his crack. I found his hot, sticky hole, and placed my cock head against it.

“Oh, fuck…” Matt whimpered. He pressed his butt back into me and nearly half of my cock sank inside. Matt cried out in pain and surprise. I felt badly about not using any lube (which was only half as bad as I felt about not using a rubber), but we didn’t have anything available. I stayed steady inside Matt’s butt, letting him get used to it.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He backed his ass up again and more of my cock was gobbled up by his spit-slicked hole. I grabbed his hips and pulled him back on to me. My entire dick sank into his asshole. I held it there for a moment, then began to fuck him slowly. He moved with my thrusts, gasping each time I hit bottom. His ass felt amazing around my cock—tighter and silkier than any ass I’d had in a while.

We got a rhythm going, picking up steam as we went. Matt was giving it to me as good as I was giving it to him. I ran my hand up his shirt and felt his hard muscles, grasping his tits and tweaking his hard little nipples. Matt bucked underneath me. I drew my hands against his flat stomach and felt for his dick. It was as hard as a rock and slick with pre-cum. I slid it along the surface of my palm, stroking him gently, because I sensed he could shoot off at any moment.

Before I realized it was going to happen, Matt’s asshole clenched around my dick. The feeling was amazing—like he was milking my dick with his ass. I pinched his nipple sharply and started to lose it.

“Oh shit,” he said, like his orgasm had caught him by surprise. His dick, still lightly grazing the inside of my hand, pulsed and jerked. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit.” His ass clenched a final time, and a pencil-thick spurt of jizz streamed out, showering Dr. Rami’s desk calendar.

Something tripped inside me when Matt came so suddenly. It was almost like my dick had fucked the cum right out of him, and he’d been helpless to stop it. That was enough to set me off. My cock pulsed, and I slid it out just in time to send jets of pure, white cum streaming across his buff shoulders and the small of his back. It landed in thick white ropes against his smooth skin. I dribbled and smeared the rest of my cream on his firm pound cakes. Sliding my dick against his crack, I felt his pulsing hole kiss the tip.

“Fuck, that was incredible,” Matt said.

We kissed. I pressed his hot naked body against mine, running my hand down his back to feel the sticky load I’d left.

Matt used his underwear to clean us up. Then he threw them out of Dr. Rami’s window into the back alley. We ripped off the first two jizz-soaked pages of his desk calendar, and it still wasn’t even close to displaying the current month.

***

Later on that day, Matt caught me outside on my cigarette break. He was freshly fucked and bursting with excitement.

“Dude, Jodie’s never going to know that key’s gone. We can fuck as much as we want!”

“Well, yeah, but we gotta be careful. I mean, if someone catches us coming out…”

“The only person in that hall who’s ever around is Bob.”

“I know, and I sure as hell don’t want to get caught by him.” Bob Mosseso was the financial administrator up the hall. There was something about him that put me on guard from the start—I sensed that he was the office homophobe. When he looked at me I felt like he was looking right through me.

“Psssshh…don’t worry about Bob. He’s harmless. You just leave it to me.” He had a gleam in his eye that made me nervous, but I didn’t question it.

The next day was busy, so it wasn’t until late afternoon that I managed to take a lunch. Matt came up to me as I was waiting for the elevator.

“Meet me in 6243 at three fifteen. Sharp,” he added with a manic zeal that made me a little nervous. I had no idea what he was up to. As I ate my lunch my apprehension grew. We were playing a dangerous game, and I couldn’t afford to get fired. I decided that, when I got back, I’d confront him and call it all off.

When the time arrived I approached 6423, reminding myself of all the reasons I needed to end it then and there, and trying to ignore the chubby that was growing in my pants.

As soon as I reached the door I heard voices coming from the room, talking to one another. What the fuck, I thought. Am I being set up? I leaned closer and as I did the door opened and swung away from my ear.

“Get the fuck in here,” Matt said, pulling me in. I looked toward the desk. Someone was sitting there, and as my eyes adjusted I realized who it was. My stomach dropped to the floor.

It was Bob Mosseso. He was glaring at me with beady eyes. His hair was slicked back, and his thick arms were crossed in front of his chest. He was not smiling.

“What’s going on?” I said to Matt.

“Matt says you’re queer,” Bob said. I turned to him. “Says you suck dick. That right?” I didn’t say anything. Matt walked over to Bob and put his hand on his crotch. Bob let out a groan.

“Hardly realized you were the one who sucked me off in the bathroom that time,” he said to Matt. Matt just kept working his bulge, lustily gazing at it. Bob leaned back. “Now it seems I got two cocksuckers to service me, ain’t that sweet?” He cracked a smile. Matt pulled down his zipper, revealing his bulge-packed tightie whities.

Up until this point I was still half-fighting the urge to leave, but as soon as I saw Bob’s pouch my interested started to pique. Matt pulled the waistband of Bob’s underwear from his stomach, and released his huge cobra.

“Fuck, it’s even bigger than I remember,” Matt said. It was as big a dick as I’d ever seen—thick and long as a baby’s arm. It bent forward slightly, rising off his balls and into the air, gaining impossible length and girth by the second.

Matt went down and took as much of Bob’s meat as he could down his throat in one mighty gulp. “Awwww, shit yeah,” Bob said, as Matt bobbed up and down on his pole. “That’s fuckin sweet. Suck that dick.” He pushed Matt’s head down aggressively, causing him to choke. But he continued, working Bob’s dick in and out of his throat as he massaged his own dick through his shorts. After a minute Don let up, and Matt’s tongue slathered over his hairy nuts, lapping them up into his mouth. He held up Bob’s dick and ran his dick along the corded underside of his shaft.

My dick was painfully hard in my pants. I reached down and felt it. Bob looked up at me, and motioned me toward him. I walked over cautiously. Bob lifted Matt’s mouth off of his dick.

“Let your buddy have a taste,” he said. “You like cock?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Get the fuck down on this then.” He reached up and pulled my head into his lap. I dropped to my knees, his throbbing pole of thick and juicy cockmeat towering before me. Holding my head, Bob impaled his dick down my throat. I choked, but Bob just laughed. I was overwhelmed and uncomfortable, but completely turned on.

As I sucked Bob’s dick I felt a hand on my crotch. Matt unzipped my pants and hauled out my cock, immediately taking me into his mouth. His soft lips swept up and down the length of my boner.

Bob kept fucking my throat with his dick, but pretty soon I was taking him all of the way, all on my own. He loosened his grip on my hair, and I went to town. I wanted to make him cum and eat every drop.

But Matt had other plans. He took his mouth off of my cock and stood up, then he bent over, showing us his ass. He took his finger and pressed it to his hole.

“You want me to fuck your ass, don’t you? Yeah, I’ll fuck that hole,” Bob said. “Didn’t get a chance to do that last time.” Matt had come prepared this time. He pulled out a little pot of petroleum jelly and spread some on his asshole, then stepped over to Bob and rubbed a glob onto his dick. “Yeah, lube it up. You queers couldn’t take this dick raw dog style.”

Bob stepped onto the floor, still leaning against the desk. Matt bent over in front of him, positioning his ass against Bob’s dick. “You ready for my big fuckin cock up your ass?” Bob said, and roughly pushed it inside. Matt cried out, but he seemed to be in painful ecstasy rather than any real pain.

Bob immediately started humping Matt’s ass, watching his pole as it revealed itself from in between Matt’s butt cheeks before plunging it back inside. He slapped Matt’s ass while he fucked him forcefully. A few strands of hair came loose from Bob’s head and hung over his eyes as he pounded away. Matt’s perky hard dick bounced with each thrust.

Bob wrapped his strong arms around Matt’s chest and hoisted him up off the floor. He lay back on the desk and hoisted Matt on top and facing away from  him. Matt threw his legs up into the air as Bob fucked his hog into his pink hole. Bob looked at me and jerked his head, motioning me toward him. I got up close and watched Bob’s massive meat pummel Matt’s jock hole.

“You wanna fuck this hole with me?” I looked up at Bob. “Go ahead,” he said, pausing to toss me the pot of lube. “Work your cock up in there next to mine. We’ll give this fucker a ride he won’t soon forget.” I greased up my dick, not really believing it was going to work. I stepped in between Bob’s legs and put my dick right up against his, holding Matt’s legs up for support. I was rock hard, and I pushed it right into the space where his dick pierced into Matt’s hole. Matt held his breath as I pressed harder, feeling the tight flesh stretch. Finally it gave way, and Matt cried out.

“Shut the fuck up!” Bob said, holding a hand over Matt’s mouth. The feeling was incredible. I pushed again and more of my dick slid along Bob’s manly shaft, hugged tightly by Matt’s asshole. Finally I got it all in; Bob’s balls were pressed right against mine. “Fuck yeah,” he said, slowly working his dick in then out again. “Extra tight.”

I stayed still, relishing the feel of Bob’s dick sliding against mine. Then I started fucking in, and soon both of our dicks were working into Matt like twin pistons. I grabbed Matt’s legs tighter and held on as I humped Matt’s hole and Bob’s dick at the same time.

Bob took his hand off of Matt’s mouth, and Matt moaned in low, rich tones. I knew I wouldn’t last long, so I made no attempt to stop myself as I felt my load start to rise.

“Gonna cum,” I said.

“Cum inside with me. Fill up this faggot’s hole, you and me. Fuck yeah. OH FUCK,” Bob said. His big dick pulsed against mine, and we let loose at the same time. We were both cumming, our dicks firing into Matt’s butt, filling it with heavy loads that slid slickly and stickily between our dicks. “Fuck yeah,” Bob kept grunting as he got his nut.

Matt tried to grab hold of his dick to stroke himself but Bob pushed it away. He gave Matt’s prick one or two strokes and propped it up. Without warning, Matt just started spurting jizz up into the air.

“Ah! Ah!” he shouted as his little plug dick shot sprays of jizz that sprayed his beefy chest and face. Matt had his hands on the desk, fucking himself onto our slick dicks as the last of his load pumped out of him.

When we were finished I pulled out. Bob sat up, putting Matt back down on the floor.

“Nice to have some ass in the afternoon,” Bob said. He seemed a little mellower as he wiped himself off with Matt’s shirt. “You guys do this every day?”

“Sure do,” Matt said, smiling.

“Well, we’ll save your ass for next time, then,” he said, pointing at me. My ass relaxed, my knees went weak. I wanted his dick in my ass as badly as he knew I wanted it.

I sighed as I walked back to my desk. As much as I knew it was a bad idea, I was sure I’d be back tomorrow, and the next day, until I got fired or arrested. Some things just aren’t even worth trying to resist.

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