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  • A Very Naughty Night

    A Naughty Night

    Cari Christi

    I am fortunate enough to be called one of the real hot “gals” at one of Boston’s transgender night clubs. I’ve been “out” dressing up convincingly as a boy converted to sexy girl for two years and people assume I am a lot older than just nineteen. I feel and look quite alluringly sexy and almost always dress in mini dresses, high sexy heels and in long blonde tresses that bring out the Barbie look that so attracts men. Call me a drag queen, slut, tranny or whatever you choose, but I started out as a “straight” crossdresser who never thought that “she” had any interest at all in men.

    I learned a lot in those past two years and it was not always intentionally. I keep myself ridiculously slim and my trim body is fully shaven to smooth perfection. My cute nose and fine facial features help my overall look in my very well-practiced make up. Being only five foot five and slender enables me to look believably feminine even in six inch high heels. I am blessed and so fortunate to live my dream as a weekend “woman” who so loves to be femininely sensual and attractive while meeting folks at the club.

    It all changed when I naively allowed myself to be convinced to go on a date with a man a year and a half ago. I really didn’t think I was attracted to men in any sexual way. My date talked me into modeling some lingerie he bought me and of course one thing led to another. How dumb this blonde was to not realize that wearing sheer sexy, feminine lingerie for a man in his bedroom wasn’t the ultimate invitation? To my surprise I will confess that I ashamedly enjoyed it far more than I wanted to admit to myself.

    I now understand that sometimes I dress just for that reason. I admit that I love men and to attract men is exciting to me when I am dressed. You might say I am a “straight woman!” I like to be a pleaser for a man that I find attractive and attractiveness to me is more about that person’s ability to connect with me rather than looks or appearance. I’d rather a plain looking, sensitive and thoughtful older man than some pushy young stud. Most importantly I believe a man needs to know just how to please a woman!

    Recently I had gone almost 3 weekends without being able to be my fem side due to studying for college exams, so when I went out Friday night I was lit up with a combination of eagerness, arousal and what I might call lascivious need. I felt so feminine yet wanton and I just knew I how much I “needed” the loving attentions of a capable man. I had to be careful though in a place like this!

    I am honestly not usually forward or improper, but every now and then what is perhaps my true erotic suggestive side emerges. If I want a man, I can dress, behave and find myself being sensual on both the inside and outside. Tonight would be that kind of night. There was always the danger yet it provoked a strange excitement.

    Most people don’t know how dangerous that transgender world can be. I have no less than two friends who were murdered by a sicko who once prowled transgendered girls in the clubs and on the streets of my hometown of Boston. Many men also get what the Transvestite Call Girls call “buyer’s remorse” who panic when they realize they might be gay or something they suddenly regret. A “girl” must be careful, offer no surprises, and have an outstanding sense of reading people.

    That made the danger of showed up in the club in a never more suggestive manner than I had ever dared in a public place to be both risky and risqué! My appearance was so outrageously sexy then when I met “Jack” he asked to take this picture of me on his cell phone. He showed me the picture and we laughed about what and how clear my manner of dress apparently “had to say” to anyone who looked at me clothed in the minimalist manner in which I had presented myself.

     “I walk into the bar and the first thing I see is this blonde bombshell in a see though dress showing a sexy black bra and backless thong panties. She is in six inch white high heeled sandals and has the poutiest red lipped smile I ever saw! I must admit I so want to take you home because that’s the message you are sending out – at least to me girl!”

    His bluntness and frankness made me laugh and I appreciated his honesty when he bought me a drink. I also had to admit to myself that I was immediately finding myself quite attracted to him. I knew almost instantly that this man and I would be together as lovers as soon as we could make it happen. He knew that about me as well.

    The drinks he bought me and our sensual conversation just made the anticipation that much better! It’s hard to imagine just how liberating it felt knowing that we were going to have sex together. I found it so exciting and so naughty that we were openly and honestly discussing our likes and dislikes as “lovers” here while toasting each other at the bar.

    He asked if I liked sucking cock and I blushed. I smiled, looked him in the eye, winked, and said “I’d love to suck your cock handsome!” His smile and surprised reaction had us laughing and as comfortable as any two would be lovers could be. Anticipation is almost as blissful as the real thing and when he put his arm around me we kissed and we were soon on our way.

    By the time we got to his house, he knew he was in for a treat and so did I! I had admitted my sexual likes and dislikes to him and he wasn’t fibbing about having a nine inch cock either! I didn’t have to get out a tape measure when I got down on my knees and unzipped his pants on the living room floor! He was all he had claimed only I felt he seemed a bit modest and humble about his huge, thick, oversized member. Perhaps this was another reason he was so quietly confident! His wondrous cock seemed stunningly overwhelming and never ending! I was drawn to it like a moth is to a flame!

    I wasted little time tasting him while coyly looking up at his face. He was already quite pleased and I had him moaning in seconds. He tasted marvelous and I was as eager as any young “girl” could be in the hope of pleasing a man. In moments I had much of him in my mouth and throat and in spite of his huge size I was focused on the goal of deep throating every single inch of him. I knew that I could. I had been taught well by my first lover. He was as well-endowed as Jack!

    Back “then” I was a lot less than enthused about sucking cock. Now though, it just made all the sense in the world to me. I love pleasing a man this way and I believed a good girl should do just that. Keeping a good man happy is a girl’s purpose. Jack moaned and told me what a “good girl” I was and I paused from my “duties” to briefly to smile and to seductively tell him just how right he was! Soon I put my throat to work with the relaxation techniques I had been taught. Soon I found my nose was meeting his pelvis and my chin was pressed right up against his balls. His huge nine inch cock was all the way in my mouth and throat! Jack was astounded, delighted and quivering with joy and I was proud to be a truly good girl!

    When I suck a man’s cock I marvel at how hard I get as well. It is almost like I was sucking my own cock because I get so incredibly hard and stimulated that I drip and drool down there. It just reminds me that I have such pure delight and enjoyment in oral pleasure giving. I’ve been called a lot of things while doing this to a man and I truly enjoy hearing even some of the most decadent and scornful terms a man may use during my efforts. Being such a “Naughty Whore” is how a girl keeps a man from cheating on her and how she keeps him in her bed! If only more women understood that!

    There is a selfishness and a level of self-control that limits my zeal to please a man fully orally. That pleasure to me involves more than just cock sucking. Having a real man fuck me is just what I so lust most for. It was almost a year and a half before I admitted that reality to both myself and then to my girlfriends from the bar. Now I would quietly go about a little more manipulative seduction so I could find that huge, delicious man cock inside my very needy, cute, shapely and very willing ass!

    I stood up, a bit wobbly in my high heels and pressed myself against his tall, firm, hairy body and hugged him. He pulled off my dress and while I hastily helped him get naked. Soon the floor was covered in clothes as he took me by the hand and up the stair way to his bedroom. I was already smiling in my heart! In but heels, bra, and my famously naughty backless panties, I was ready to be fucked by this gloriously well endowed, hot and very sexy masculine man! I felt like such a “girl” in spite of having seven inches of manhood straining and pulsing in my panties!

    His bed was inviting and we were soon atop the white throw locked in an intense kiss. He moved atop me and spread my legs. “Condom please Jack!” I blurted. Suddenly I realized Jack was a little less sensible than I thought. I had condoms in my purse if he didn’t have any. But I might have to start carrying extra-large perhaps in the future! Fortunately he got up and found one in his dresser. He didn’t need help with it but I loved what he decided to do next!

    Jack placed me on my back and bent me backward. He almost tore off my panties as I helped keep them from tearing. With my high heels now helplessly pressed back by my ears he began licking my anus as my own cock strained in delight. I get so turned on by analingus that I can easily orgasm. I am wired a little different that most people in that I can orgasm anally from either oral stimulation or from deep and powerful penetration. It is stunning and beyond belief in power and delight for me.

    Jack was so big that he allowed me to be on top to start our fuck session. I faced him, spread my legs and tried my best to mount and center myself over his huge, pulsing organ. Thanks to the thorough licking my ass had been given by Jack I found his entry possible. A man this size is not easy for me but I slowly sat further and further down on him as Jack patiently waited for me to find comfort.

    Soon I was slowly riding him and he began gently thrusting upward. My cock was hard as a rock and now bouncing up and down on his pelvis. I was in heaven and we were only beginning a love dance that would be as intense as any in my young experience. Jack drew me forward as we kissed and as he guided my waist up and down on his endless thick shaft. “Oh Jack!” I mumbled. “You feel so good!”

    That signaled Jack to ask me to get on my knees. On the bed I complied and he mounted me from behind and took hold of my waist and hips. Suddenly his strokes were fast and frenetic and my shrieks and high pitched squeals sounded pained and beyond belief. His huge cock was punishing my prostate deep inside me. I begged him to stop because it hurt so badly. Fortunately Jack understood and paused deep inside. Somehow he slowly twisted and manipulated my insides so that his cock went deeper and beyond my prostate. Soon the pain had ebbed.

    Jack went back to fucking me as I began reveling in the glory of having a huge man ravish me in the way I so loved and desired. Now I was begging for more and jack did not disappoint. I turned and noticed that beside the bed the entire wall was mirrored. This pretty, blonde “girl” was being ravished in the ass by this huge stud and his huge cock would disappear and then reappear in but a fraction of a second. The scene was incredulous and it was hard to believe that the pretty girl had a cock that was bouncing as frenetically between her legs as his cock was pounding “her ass”.

    I was getting crazed by the intensity of being so thoroughly used and pounded yet I was thrilled beyond belief. Soon his pounding drove me from my knees and onto my stomach. His fuck strokes continued as I struggled to breathe with my face buried in the pillows. Incredibly though this was heaven. Jack was the ultimate stud!

    Jack slowed for a moment and turned me onto my back while skillfully remaining inside me. He kissed me while slowly pumping his hard pulsing cock deeper into my depths. Now with my legs bent back to my ears I was helpless. His lips greedily were meeting mine as I was holding on for the ride of a lifetime. His searching tongue swirled in the depths of my mouth as I swooned and began to tear up in the most helpless joy that I had even known.

    This was crazy. This was just too much. I knew I was a goner and the explosion began deep in the place where his huge cock was pounding me. When I erupt in anal orgasm my whole body participates! I quiver all over and my insides spasm. My sphincter shudders and contracts wildly making my lover more than aware of what is happening. These tremors and contractions squeeze my lovers cock so uniquely that he knows I am beginning my orgasm.

    Jack was so moved that he too began to moan deeply, then gutturally, as I knew he too was on the way to orgasmic relief. A “girl’s contracting sphincter can also move a man to the end point. It always seemed to happen with the men with whom it had been carnally. This though was incredulous as I saw stars and was dizzied beyond belief. I was so overwhelmed with pleasure that I cried out into his greedy mouth as Jack too shuddered in the madness of what was a very mutual and powerful shared orgasm.

    I felt so helpless and so loved as I felt his entire body shudder and quake. The powerful need a man has when fucking a “gal” is incredulously intense as are the moments of climax. I don’t know which is more powerful for me – the orgasm or the spiritual pleasure of knowing that I have sexually pleased a man “as a woman”. The joy in my heart is every bit as immense and the joy his huge cock has brought to my electrified feminine self.

    When it was over we kissed passionately. Motionless and exhausted he was still atop me and inside me. My arms were still wrapped around his back and ass and I just didn’t want to let go. Jack smiled. “You are amazing! You are a very good girl!” I smiled broadly savoring each of his words. “You are a very good man yourself Jack! I said sincerely. “You sure know how to please a girl!” We laughed and hugged. This was rapture rarely found in the world of trannies and their admirers.

    I could have left to go home but he asked me to stay. The answer was easy! There was no way I’d let this stud out of his bed tonight. My heart had been filled as much as my insides had been! I have talked to other “gals” like me and when a man acknowledges the sensuality and femininity of a transvestite in the wondrous manner that Jack had, our happiness is both physical and spiritual. Jack had made me feel and “be” his girl and I could never feel more feminine and loved.

    He was as skilled and as talented the second, third and fourth times we made love. The morning was unforgettable too! Jack is still on “my list” and we are a couple of convenience! We sometimes meet at his place on weekend nights for sensual times that have expanded into marvelous fantasies. I don’t have to dress in extremes to insure a great time on those nights! I just show up naked in my high heels and fur coat and we enjoy a “quiet” night together in his bedroom…. But I’ll always wear something special just for him! I am after all – a very good girl!

                                                                                                                                                                     


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  • A Saturday Morning Gym Tease

    I haven’t posted in a while – life intervenes . . . and I’ve frankly been consuming more of the great, enjoyable stories on GayDemon, just taking time I could otherwise be using to cull my journal and write up more of my and our sexploits. But my husband and I have been rereading the account I jounaled last Saturday of that morning’s fun for a few days now in between enjoying some great postings by our fellows on GayDemon, so I decided we share it with you.


    A CrossFit Saturday Morning Tease

    The Marine and the Attorney Have Some (More) Fun

    – by BillyC

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    I should have known not to be the “responsible one” this morning when my husband wanted to go back for thirds, after our seconds when we got back from our morning run. Firsts had been before the run, lazy and languid as we awoke naked and hard, like most mornings, already setting us back close to an hour to start the day – good thing we’re very early risers . . . in both senses there! But I had resisted the temptation of a third romp with my sexy husband, insisting instead that we get on with our day and make it to CrossFit on time, with what seemed like hundreds of chores to do in town after that.

    We managed to make it to the box just in time. Bur on the twenty minute drive, my devilish husband Jim had been talkative (not unusual) and had managed to work “shove,” “pump,” “tight,” “wet,” “throb,” “relief,” “”fill,” “stretch,” “release,” “pound” and even “piston” along with numerous other provocative words throughout each sentence, all the while adjusting is bulging crotch and shifting his always-inviting ass.

    I’d been so worked up halfway through the drive that I’d suggested bailing on CrossFit, which shocked him because I LOVE CrossFit. But he’d only taken that as encouragement to amp up his payback, replying, “No way. I’m way to TIGHT and need the intensity of the exertion to relax and stretch my muscles.” Of course all I could think about was my favorite of his muscles, which was indeed always TIGHT, despite four years of battery now by my cock.

    We’d dressed for the workout and taken our street clothes for afterward, so we were able to throw our gear in the corner and head right in with about two minutes to spare. A couple of new guys had joined our group that morning, and when I say “a couple” I wasn’t sure exactly what type of couple they were, but obviously they were there together and were close. Jon and Dak, as our trainers very summarily motioned toward the new guys and then sounded off the rest of us rapidly. Not only did we not know which was Jon and which was Dak, except for the very quick nods as Avi fired off our names, they had to be lost, too.

    It didn’t take Sherlock Holmesian skills to tell that they were together in some fashion. The shorter of the two lean-muscled hotties wore a compression tank top of unrecognizable brand that showed, along with the dilectible dusting of chest fur, a SEAL tatt on his right pec. His tank, stretched tight over his bulging pecs and along his collar bone by his bulbous shoulder caps, showed plenty of that ink. His buddy, taller though equally lean-muscled, wore an Under Armour compression tank that likewise showed every rip and mound of his sculpted torso, and it also betrayed smooth, corded skin. UA sported a neck tatt easily recognizable as the Marine EGA. But what made the two of the guys notable as opposed to just eye-catching was that each of their tattoos had ROYGBIV colors meticiously interwoven into the trident and the eagle’s wings. The SEAL wore the older-style short, butt-hugging PT shorts, like my husband and I prefer, and they showed his furry and very well-developed, sinewy legs. The Marine wore obscenely tight spandex shorts cut to mid-thigh, and when I say obscenely tight, I could tell from the waffle weave under his very prominent basked that he was wearing a jock strap.

    They obviously pegged us as former military, too – or something else about us drew them to us – because they moved across a couple of the other regulars and shook our hands quickly as we were getting to the WOD. “Jon and Dak,” with two outstretched hands that delivered strong, definite grips. Dak the SEAL; Jon my brother Coprsman. As we’d jostled around to shake, my husband had both brushed my aching crotch with the back of his hand and had rubbed his half-hardon (shamelessly obvious to all, I might add) against my thigh and had quickly ground in. Jon definitely noticed and smirked.

    As a man proud of his ability to multi-task, particularly when it involves good male scenery, I’m embarrassed to admit that even the sight of our two newest CrossFitters’ HOT bodies didn’t divert much of my attention from the WOD. Our two hyper-challenging trainers really put us through our paces. I admit to trying to enjoy the sight of the new guys’ muscles pumping and rippling under their tight shirts and tighter shorts, and more than once my ever-observant husband caught me.

    Jim made it a point to catch a surreptitious grab of my crotch at the next opportunity after the first time he caught me enjoying a glimpse of Dak’s fat cock and big balls in his jock strap captured painfully in the leg of his PT shorts during a hard landing. My naughty husband brushed against my swelling bulge several times after that, twice with his irresistible ass, challenging my ability to keep my crotch under some degree of control. I was about to the point where even the extremity of the exertion and my usual steel will over my boner reflex would lose the battle, and my own now-obvious crotch bulge was threatening to go to an obscene protrusion when we were nearly through the WOD. For good measure, Jim chest-bumped me when we high-fived at the end, like we normally do, and he deliberately shifted so he crashed into me full-on, our crotches fully making contact. His evil grin confirmed it was no accident, and he smacked my ass HARD as we stumbled and caught our balance.

    Guzzling bottles of water, chests heaving, sweat running like rain off us, the majority of the people lingered to get themselves square to leave. The trainers were asking Jon and Dak how they liked it, shamelessly eliciting as much praise for their challenging methods as they could work into rapid fire questions, and the new guys looked like they could use a lifeline. Jim’s voice close to my ear: “Not to fuel your fantasies, but the new guys look like they could use some saving. You know how Avi and Jay can be.”

    I punched him with my elbow into his ribs but headed across to where the trainers had the new guys cornered. “Hey,” I called. “Jim and I have to shower up and get out of here, but I wanted to make sure we caught your contact info so we could follow-up on that . . . “ and that’s where I faltered.

    Jon quickly interjected. “We’re going to shower, too. If you can show us the way, we’ll exchange our stuff on the way.”

    In my already-aroused state, my nuts and cock reacted to “exchange our stuff.” I shifted and adjusted myself, at the same time telling him, “Sounds good,” and starting toward the hall to the locker rooms. “This way,” I said, with a bit of a yelp when my husband smacked my ass again and growled in my ear, “Get that weapon under control, Marine!” which didn’t help one bit.

    Dak was a little clueless, and when we got into the locker room he asked, “What follow-up?” to Jon and then turning to us.

    Jon laughed and caressed Dak’s face. “God I love you, but sometimes your blond really shows. The guys were just saving us from the trainers over-selling, Dakky.”

    I glanced at Jim, this time with a WTF look at the “Dakky.” Not that it wasn’t cute the way Dak blushed. So I took my opp, before anyone else came into the lockers. “You two are obviously together . . . ?”

    Jon laughed out loud and Dak blushed more and laughed some. “Yeah,” Jon replied.

    “Obviously,” Dak added. Then, “Too obvious?” he asked, kicking off his sneakers.

    Jon tossled Dak’s sweat-soaked hair and grabbed him from behind and crushed himself into Dak’s back and sort of enveloped the smaller man. “THIS is obvious,” he said, burrowing his face into Dak’s sweaty neck and kissing him loudly.

    Dak’s protests were loud, but his body didn’t make a move to push Jon off. Jim and I gave each other a look, knowing we each were thinking that they reminded us a lot of us.

    “You two might want to take that to the stalls,” Jim said with a laugh.

    “Yeah, get off me, ya big ape jarhead!” Dak protested finally, and then he easily broke Jon’s hold and sent him reeling back a few steps. “C’mon we need to get going.”

    With that Jim and I started to strip down, and so did Jon. DAMN but he was one fine specimen! Jim leaned over to get something out of the gym bag and moved so he was close to my ear and said, “Easy, tiger.” I realized I’d been staring.

    Dak looked back at Jon. “OH,” he exclaimed with surprise. “We really ARE going to shower up here?”

    Jon was grabbing a towel out of their bag and shower flipflops. “We might as well. We brought everything just in case, and . . . “ As his words trailed off, I noticed his gaze was all up and down my naked husband and then switched to me as finally as I finished stripping down.

    Dak’s face went from surprise to playful, and he just shook his head. Casting an appreciative glance our way, he said, more to himself than to Jon, “Yeah, why not?” as he stripped down quickly.

    Damn . . . . ! That was what my eyes and nuts were telling me about the two studs we were headed into the gang shower with. CrossFitters tend to be pretty well-built. Military men even more-so. Add the two, and you get . . . well my dick didn’t have a name for it, but it was threatening to point them out.

    I saw Jon hesitate just a second when he turned the corner and saw it was a gang shower. Jim had been leading the way, and Jon had been paying closer attention to my husband’s hairy bubble butt than the surroundings. As Jim hung up his towel, Jon just looked around. When his face was where I could see it, I could see he was grinning. He and Dak were more deliberate about stowing their towels on the hooks by the entrance, so I headed in and took the shower directly across the center column from Jim and started lathering up.

    Military men rarely linger in the shower, at least not when they’re not doing something other than showering. Jim and I were both fully lathered when Dak and Jon joined us at our shower column and took positions at ninety degrees. SHIT! and . . . FUCK! went through my mind as I felt my cock leaving my control.

    Jim glanced around the column and caught my eye and looked down and back up. Obviously he was noticing my cock’s mind of its own, too. He just smiled and shook his head, but then he took a huge handful of the shower gel I’d passed him and began lathering up his cock and balls lasciviously. OH HOLY FUCK! Was where I was now, and my cock was at three-quarters.

    Jim enjoyed the torment, holding my gaze, working his equipment. Then he took another handful and turned – which wasn’t necessary at all – and began giving his asscrack and hole a very thorough cleaning.

    “Wow!”

    That was not from me; that was from Jon. When I turned in reaction, he was transfixed, rubbing his fully-hard cock and watching my husband, his lips parted and his tongue visible. Jim hadn’t appeared to notice the exclamation, but he continued to lather and rub and wash and finger himself until I had to steady my hand on the shower column.

    Something far in the back of my brain reminded me that we were four, and I looked at Dak. He was glancing around furtively from me to Jim to Jon, all the while steadily rubbing his soapy hardon with one hand and massaging his lathered balls with the other.

    They were both magnificent specimens of maleness. And my husband could be the model for a modern-day masterpiece if Michelangelo were alive. But we were in a men’s locker room with the potential for many other guys to come in at some time . . . soon. “Guys,” I started, and I simultaneously forced myself to stop rubbing my throbbing hardon.

    Jim gave himself an especially DEEP fingering and then held himself open to rinse out, taking his time, eliciting not only a moan in my mind but also an audible one. Then he slowly turned and stepped into the spray with his hands on the column. “Yes?” he asked with feigned innocence.

    “Jesus Christ you guys are HOT!” Jon exclaimed with a long growl of frustration as he surrendered his grip and did the same as Jim and put his hands on the column. He turned the regulator to cold and ducked his head fully under the spray, which splattered on all of us, making Jim yelp.

    We all laughed at that. Dak chimed in. “We should take this somewhere . . . more . . . private.”

    Jim laughed, spreading around the teasing. “Well that would take away half the fun,” he threw in, with a truly evil grin. At least he didn’t take his hands from the shower column, but he did arch his back and push his ass out enough to be noticed.

    Jon exhaled a slight moan, and his eyes were clearly on Jim’s ass, which he and Dak both had a decent view from the side. And the tableau suddenly struck me as funny. My husband, now leaning with his upper body at a forty-five degree angle under the sluicing showerhead, his huge, straight-as-an-arrow horsecock jutting downward, causing a water stream that could have just as easily been a stallion’s piss stream. Jon was at a full forty-five degree plank against the shower column, and his fat and uncut cock with its severe arc that nearly touched his groin, made him like like he had a handle to his torso like a cupboard handle or drawer pull. Jim, of course. Dak and I were both leaning into the shower column, both fully hard, him curved upward but not as much as Jon, just a leisurely arc out and up, while my exceptionally fat and long, veiny fuckpole was almost even horizonally because of my lean into the column. Water streamed off all of us, off all our parts, particularly off my and Dak’s big, hanging balls – I couldn’t see Jim’s, and Jon’s were big but close to his body, maybe because of the icy water he’d chosen.

    My laughter was contagious, and it was only a moment before we were all laughing and then splashing water at each other. Jim’s head snapped up, and his gaze went to the entrance to the shower room, and I caught the move and looked too. Avi was standing there, his towel off and near the hooks but seemingly he was frozen in place.

    “Don’t mind us,” Jim called. “Come on in – the water’s great . . . at least for three of us,” he added, cracking himself up all over again.

    Avi wasn’t far enough away that it wasn’t obvious that his gaze caught our state of arousal. His own fat, stubby, cut cock was somewhat more than at rest, but he wasn’t making a spectacle of himself like the rest of us were. “I can see . . . it . . . or at least it looks good for all four of you,” he observed awkwardly, doing his best to make a joke.

    “Awwww, c’mon, Av,” I goaded him. “You’re going to tell me you and your brothers in arms never popped wood in the Israeli army’s showers? And besides – LOOK!” I gestured with my head and moved both my hands on the shower column. “All our hands are on the pipes . . . er, I mean . . . “

    That got all of us laughing uncontrollably again, and Avi gave a sort of nervous laugh himself and went to one of the other columns and turned on the water there.

    A quick check around our group, and I could see we were all flagging a bit, but our weapons were nowhere near holstered. Dak surprised me by asking, just loud enough for us all to hear him over the showers, “I really wouldn’t mind taking this somewhere else to finish up.”

    A shiver went through me – ten percent excitement, which seemed to jolt my nuts and re-energize my fuckbone – SHIT! – but the other ninety percent was worry or fear or anxiety or something, which I grabbed onto within my racing thoughts to get my hardon back on ebb. Jim and I don’t “play” per se. While we’ve had a few, very far between, er, episodes, yeah, I’ll call them episodes, we’ve basically maintained a line that we both are comfortable with, even within those episodes.

    “What do you think, Colonel?” my husband’s teasing voice asked me across the shower column.

    “Wait,” Jon interjected. “Colonel? Seriously?”

    “No,” Jim responded and let it sit for a moment before he clarified. “Seriously my husband is a retired general.”

    “HOLY SHIT!” Jon exclaimed.

    “Wow,” Dak added.

    Jim just chuckled. “Yeah, exactly. All that man and two starts to boot!” His grin at me, his delight in teasing me and pressing this on was written from ear to ear.

    “FUCK that’s HOT!” Jon said.

    “Guys, no, it’s nothing like that, I’m just a Marine –“ I started to declaim, but Jon interrupted me.

    With a motion too dangerous for the wet shower floor tiles, he was standing straight and had his right arm and hand up in a perfect salute. “SIR!” he barked, and I caught Avi looking over his shoulder at us.

    “Fucking STOP IT!” I barked back. “Since the fuck WHEN did you ever salute in a shower?”

    Jon, ridiculously holding his position, barked, “SIR! There was that ONE TIME, SIR, when I was caught,” and then he started to crack up, and I did, too, along with Jim and Dak.

    Dak threw in, “He really DID get caught with another officer by a full bird colonel once, but it was just horsing around, not fucking around.”

    Jon clarified, “Yeah, but we were both hard as . . . well . . . as hard as all of us were a while ago!”

    Jim just laughed it off. “Billy, you haven’t weighed in on the proposition yet,” he said as our lull of conversation continued. “And since I’m starting to shrivel here, now would be a good time.” And with that he turned off his showerhead and strutted over to the towel hooks, his semi bouncing and slapping his thighs all the way, a taunting grin thrown at me over his shoulder.

    “We’re up for it, SIR!” Dak encouraged.

    “I, uh, well, I,” I stammered and couldn’t come up with anything. My guts were churning. My nuts were boiling. And I was putting more energy into controlling my cock, which wanted to rise again like the South, than I could put into framing an answer.

    Jon shut off his showerhead and Dak followed suit, but neither of them moved. I decided to shut mine off,too – God knew I was hygienically as clean as I was going to get; but the thoughts in my head were swirling and mostly decidedly filthy. I headed toward the toweling area, the guys in my wake.

    Jon apparently GOT that I had some reservations. “Look, we don’t want to horn in on anything here,” he offered. But Jim was having none of it.

    “Guys,” he said in a low voice so as not to involve Avi, who wasn’t all that far away, but was clearly drawing out his shower. “What we’ve got planned today is drudgery at best. And it’s HOT out and sunny, and we live down on the water. If you don’t have anything going on, come on over to our place for the morning, and we’ll enjoy the pool or beach.”

    “Sounds fantastic!” Dak said, now drying himself.

    “Uh,” Jon said, “All we’ve got are our sweaty workout clothes; we don’t have any swim gear.”

    Jim had his hand on my shoulder by then, his thumb rubbing the back of my neck as I dried my hair awkwardly around his touch. “Our property is private, so that’s not a problem.”

    I jerked my head around to him and saw his big smile. At the same time Dak said, “Well, then, what are we waiting for?”

    As we dressed quickly out in the locker room, surprisingly completely empty despite another group that I knew was coming in for a session an hour after ours ended, a beginner’s and senior’s group, which I’d actually always wondered about, we gave them our address for their GPS. We all shook hands very gentlemanly, Jon tried to salute again and got a strong reprimand from me, to which he suggested he be disciplined severely, and we finally hit our cars.

    Jim had started my SUV remotely as we’d approached, and the air conditioning was blasting in face and chest, since we hadn’t bothered to put on shirts with the heat outside, but it didn’t cool me down any. “What the FUCK was that?” I fired at Jim. “And what the FUCK is THIS?”

    Jim calmly turned toward me in the seat and put his warm hand on mine on the console. “They’re nice. And they’re HOT. And they make you HOT.” Then he pulled my hand to his crotch, where he was obviously aroused again and getting more so. “And you getting HOT makes me VERY hot,” he continued, low and determined. And then he moved my hand into the leg of his walking shorts and to his nuts and the stalk of his big hardon, and I realized I’d completely missed that he’d gone commando after the shower.

    I’m sure I just whimpered at that point, more into my husband’s arousal than my own trepidations. “Rules of engagement?” I managed to get out weakly.

    Jim’s voice was husky now, his eyes boring into mine, his hand clamped over mine, causing mine to have a firm hold on his trapped manhood. “What would get you the hottest?”

    “I still owe you for the Phoenix thing,” I said before I realized I’d even thought it.

    Jim’s intense stare went to a wide and evil grin. “And WHAT do you owe me, other than a great time because you had one at my request?”

    “I want them to double-fuck you while I fuck your throat.” I said it, again before I even realized I’d thought it. And fortunately Jim’s reaction was quick enough to forestall the sudden rush of trepidation which washed into me as the thought took form in me.

    He leaned in and kissed me very long and with great promise but only mild urgency. “I’m yours to enjoy, Billy. Always have been, always will be. If that’s what you want, then I can’t wait to give you that,” he said breathily into my mouth.

    Just then a horn alerted us to Dak and Jon in front of where we were parked, them in a Jeep. Jim put down his window, and I heard Dak call, “You guys starting without us?” and him laughing.

    Jim called back. “We never stop.” And then he put the window up and waited for them to move.

    I was hard as a steel post during the drive home. Jim was rubbing my neck, driving with he left arm, knowing I was starting to think too much, but not saying anything. Finally I said, “Could you pull over for a minute?” Jim looked at my but by way of answer, he pulled off the rural road that runs down to the shore area where we live and put the truck in park, leaving it running and the A/C blasting. “Is this us, Jimmy?”

    Jim leaned across and pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me and kissed the side of my head and then my lips. This kiss was deep and passionate and urgent. “THIS,” he breathed into my face, his lips brushing mine after we broke the kiss, “Is us. It always will be. If I misread the situation, just tell me Billy.”

    “Are you seriously okay with what I said I wanted us to do?” I asked, leaning my forehead into his.

    To that, my very smart husband took one of my hands and put it on his raging cock, and he then put his hand on mine. He didn’t say anything. Finally, after what seemed like a very long time, I started to stroke him, and he moaned and started to stroke me. Our breathing picked up again immediately – short gasps as we rubbed each other with the familiarity of two people who know each other and each other’s bodies with expertise.

    “Do we go for a swim and enjoy some new friends or do we go for a swim and ENJOY some new friends?” he growl-whispered, now massaging my big, aching nuts.

    “Let’s go do this!” I declared, loud and decisive.

    When we got to our house, they were already there, waiting in our turnaround in front of the house. They were shirtless, too, and again I was struck by the appeal of their tight-muscled bodies. Instead of driving around to the garages, we left the SUV out there with their jeep and used the remote to unlock the front door. As we got out, they’d hopped out of the open Jeep, and Dak called, his gaze going from Jim’s crotch to mine, “No fair starting without us!”

    “C’mon, guys,” Jim called as he passed and headed to the front door. “We’re going to delay the pool a bit for the comfort of a huge bed and air conditioning. You up for that?”

    “Holy fuck ARE we?!” Jon affirmed, quick on Jim’s heels as Dak and I brought up the rear.

    Inside, after we’d shut the front door but before we headed up the stairs, Jim level set with them there in our big entry foyer. “A couple of things. First, we DON’T do this. As in we’ve been together four years and have only once or twice hooked up with other guys.”

    “We’re duly honored,” Jon interjected. “And to be honest we’ve never had a threesome or foursome since we’ve been together, unless you count non-contact things like circle-jerks.”

    I looked at Dak, and he looked embarrassed at the confession but nodded. “Seriously.”

    “But just to be clear,” Jim continued, taking back control, “We’re both clean – completely – and expect to stay that way. So if you’re not one hundred percent certain you are, too, you need to say so now because we don’t like anything but skin-on-skin, and if you guys aren’t SURE you’re clean, we WILL use protection.” He didn’t have to wait for an answer.

    Both Dak and Jon said at once, “We’re together eight months, and,” and then Jon continued for the both of them. We’ve been tested every month since we got together. We’re totally clean – totally.” Dak echoed, “And we haven’t been with anyone separately because we just started barebacking and promised we wouldn’t do anyone else if we were going bare together.”

    Jim stared both of them down, but neither of them blinked or backed down. He put out his hand to shake, and Jon took it and without breaking eye contact, shook it decisively. Then Dak did the same while Jon and I shook hands and lastly Dak and I. I thought that would have us up and to our cavorting – frankly my cock was still hard, but it was getting impatient and annoyed by the “business” to clear up first.

    “Just one more thing,” my husband added. With a “WHAT ELSE” look shot his way, I motioned for him to get on with it, which amused him. “The general is getting impatient. And all of us know that’s a VERY bad thing.” Laughter from the three of them, and a guffaw from me. “But just know this. This, what we do today, might NEVER happen again. Or it might if we all want it to and the circumstances are right. But there will be no pressure from us, and we expect the same.”

    Dak spoke up quickly. “I have to tell you I’m shitting bricks right now. You’ll get no pressure from me, that’s for damn sure, but I don’t even know if I can really pull this off.”

    My turn to interject some teasing into the equation. “What we’re going to do, there will no need for you to pull it off . . . if you mean that like jacking off.” Okay, the marine’s subtlety and turn of phrase could use a lot of work, but Dak laughed, albeit nervously.

    Jon piped up. “You wouldn’t believe the conversation we had on the way over here. Like, ‘Are you really okay with this?’ ‘I think so; are you?’ ‘Uh, I am if you are.’ ‘And it’s okay that we never planned to fool around with anyone else?’ It went on basically until you got out of the car and I told Dak to shut the fuck up or he was going to blow our chance.” Jim laughed, and Dak continued to laugh nervously.

    “There WILL be blowing involved,” I proclaimed. “IF you all want to go through with this. And I’ll add that Jimmy and I had much the same conversation ourselves.”

    Jon said, “Should we do rock, paper, scissors or something?” and we all laughed, letting off some of the tension.

    “I’ve got a better idea,” Jim said, and with that he released the button on his shorts and let them fall to the floor and his impressive hardon bounced out. “That’s my vote. Anyone with me?”

    With that we all scrabbled out of our shorts, and that led to a near stampede up the stairs to our guest bedroom. When I looked at Jim when he took the turn in the hall to go toward those rooms, he seemed to know I’d be wondering, and he just gave me a wink.

    Four naked HOT former military men, finally past the formalities, and nobody held back. Jim had his hands on Dak’s cock and Jim’s nuts, and I squeezed in and we all started kissing. Yes, kissing. Four grown men who know how to ENJOY men . . . they KISS. And we did, slobbering all over each other, licking necks and finally I began to lick Jim’s armpit, and Jon said, “GOD that’s fucking HOT!” and took his other pit. Then Dak was on his knees sucking my cock aggressively, like a pro with my uncut piece despite his own being cut. I always think you know best how to handle – pun INtended – your own type of cock, though I admit I know my way around all types.

    We all landed on the big king-sized guest room bed in a heap and amid grunts and yelps as our bodies collided. But we didn’t miss a beat, either, and Jim had his ass over Dak’s face, and Dak was eating him with gusto while Jon and I took a moment to enjoy the sight. I pushed Jon’s head down toward my husband’s raging cock, and he looked at it wide-eyed and said, “I’ve never sucked a cock this big,” before grabbing hold of the shaft firmly and opening his mouth WIDE and going for it. Jim threw his head back, and I bit his neck as Jon went to town on his cockhead and a few inches of his shaft.

    Jim clamped his hands on Jon’s head and began directing him, angling his head better and guiding him and pressing him down farther, challenging Jon until he gagged and then giving him some relief before starting again. He timed his thrusts into Jon’s mouth with his grinding on Dak’s face, the slurping loud and Dak’s moans and growls enthusiastic and hungry.

    I left my husband’s neck and went down on Dak, taking him to the pubes in one swallow. “OH FUCKN A!” he cried out, muffled in Jim’s hairy ass, but the appreciation was evident. I really went to work on that cock and slicked up my middle finger and had it inside him soon after. Dak was bucking and crying out as I really worked him, careful to ease the tongue pressure on his cockhead and then to come off completely and lick his nuts when his cock got too thick and his head flared warning of his explosion. He clearly loved riding my finger as it worked his P-spot, too, and his precum flowed constantly and was sweet without being the slightest bit salty.

    Meanwhile, Jon gagged tremendously hard at one point, and Jim let him completely off him. Jon threw himself back and gasped for breath as the spit and mucous ran from his open mouth and lips down over a nicely-chiseled chin. I was licking Dak’s nuts at that point, giving him an edge-off, so I could enjoy the sight of Jon’s hairy torso, glistening with sweat again, heaving with his breathing. And his eyes were hungry, fixed on Jim’s huge cock bobbing away as he rode Dak’s face. Dak’s gasps and groans and moans were equally enthusiastic and slurpy, and my finger hitting his knob could make his entire body tense and a huge glob of precum to roll out of his swollen cockhead. Of course I slathered it up as soon as it started rolling off his helmut.

    Jim interrupted my torment, me edging Dak mercilessly, as he’d obviously been pretty primed to start and I wasn’t giving him anything but near-relief. “Can you grab the STUFF from under the end table?” he asked. And I instantly knew why my very smart attorney husband had picked the guest room.

    I got off the bed in a vault, just as Jon went back to work on his horsecock training. Dak moaned loud and plaintively, which made me snicker. I looked inside under the night stand on the side I was on, but there was nothing there. On the other side of the bed, though, was the treasure trove in the form of a basket full of about twelve different sizes and styles of condoms and a few bottles and tubes of lube. The basket had a sign in it that Jim had made on the computer which said, simply, “Enjoy.” Simply, except that the J was a big hardon! LOL

    Bounding back on the bed I threw more than set the basket on the bed, causing most of the contents to fall and roll around the roiling surface among us. Instead of going back to work on Dak, I got under Jon and began sucking his arced fuckhorn with gusto. DAMN he tasted GOOD . . . very manly, sweaty from his exertions sucking Jim’s big cock and earthy like a man should taste. Not that Dak didn’t taste good, his was just more middle-of-the-road than Jon . . . or me or Jim for that matter. Jon’s response to my sucking was to start hammering his cock into my throat, the head barely clearing into it, unlike I’m used to with my husband going halfway to my gullet. And his moans and growls were urgent and aggressive around Jim’s thick fuckpole.

    Things were getting away from us – we were all getting over-excited, or at least Dak and Jon were; I was just READY to get to the next portion of our fun, though Jim was obviously enjoying giving Dak’s face a lapdance despite his request for supplies. I pulled off Jon with a slurp and grabbed him by his nuts forcefully enough to slow down his ascent. “OK, men, time for some REAL action!:”

    Jim bounded off Dak’s face and waved his ass at me. “Do the honors?”

    Jon’s surprise had turned on a dime to wonder and excitement. “You mean, you’re going to let us . . . “ he asked and then trailed off.

    Dak, who was swiping at his saliva- and sweat-drenched face and neck sputtered something like, “Huh, what?”

    I already had a glob of BoyButter and was generously lubing Jim’s very-ready fuckhole. “We’re going to have us a Ranger triple-decker, men,” I declared as Jim moaned and worked into my three and then four fingers inside his hole, all the while he was gripping and milking my fingers with his talented cuntring. “Last chance to declare if you’re not up for raw fucking,” I called and took a moment to make serious eye contact – what Jim calls my “command glare” – with first Dak and then over my shoulder to Jon.

    “We’re totally clean, I swear,” Dak quickly said, and he was stroking his drooling cock.

    “Verified,” Jon affirmed definitively, also rubbing his throbbing, slobbery cock.

    Dak started to move around, and I pushed on his hard cut groin to steady him. “You’re the bottom slice of bread in the Ranger sandwich.”

    Jim needed no further encouragement, and he easily mounted Dak’s upward-jutting cock and bounced down until he was crushing Dak’s pubs with no more than a long, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

    Then Dak growled and yelled, “FUCK YEAH!” and I could see Jim working his cuntmagic on Dak’s cock, milking him. I just smiled. He could probably crush a Vienna sausage with that fuckring of his even though he’d been taking my eight inch circumference fuckclub all these years.

    “Now you Jon,” I ordered, pushing Jim down so that he was laying over Dak, his hole accessible. “Get up here and mount my husband!”

    Jon, wide-eyed, didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed a glob of BoyButter as he got into position, straddling both Dak’s and Jim’s legs and pushing up against the point of contact between the two. A softly murmured “Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” came from him as he pressed his cock against Dak’s, his pronounced upward curve working in his favor as he pressed against Jim’s filled hole too. Jim moved up until he had only Dak’s cockhead inside him and then barked, “Get it up there and hold it!”

    Jon looked at me, and I motioned for him to get to it. He shifted forward and over Jim’s back and pressed his cock hard against Dak’s, his head at the point of connection between the two men. And then Jim pushed back, taking Jon in with a visual but inaudible pop of his fuckpucker. All three of them growled and yowled. Jim pushed back farther and took the length of both of them, while all three uttered lauditory obscenities.

    As I got myself moving around them to get my cock up over Dak’s face so my husband could take it down his throat I said, “Jon, shove yourself all the way into his fuckhole – ALL THE WAY!”

    Jon looked wider-eyed, but with a sharp thrust he did, causing Jim to grunt and moan loud and long. “FUCK!” Jim exclaimed, and that was the last he could exclaim because when his mouth was open I shoved my cock against his lips. As he always did, he opened immediately and sucked me in and allowed me to press my way beyond his tight opening to his throat and put his tongue out to catch my sweaty sac.

    “Now ride those cocks, husband! You boys be prepared for the cock-mastery that is to COME,” I told them with a smile, as Jim was already beginning to rise and then shoved back and down again with loud grunts.

    I went to work on his throat, holding him by his throat and really skull-fucking him in time to his giddyup motions on the two men’s cocks filling him.

    “HOLY FUCK HOW can he DO that?!?!” Dak struggled to get out among moans. “It feels like his ass has a grip on my cock and Jons,” he panted.

    Jon had planted his hands on Jim’s shoulders and was enjoying Jim riding him, keeping his balance, and his face was already miles away, thrown back in ecstasy.

    Jim started riding them harder, which frankly interrupted my stroke rhythm in his throat, but I didn’t mind because the other guys’ moans, expletives and cries were continuous and getting even louder as Jim really worked their cocks. When Jim started rotating – what my stepson calls twerking – on their cocks, both of them started to spasm and scream.

    “OH FUCK – OHFUCK!” and “JESUSFUCK!” and the like were coming from both men and then, “FUCK I’M GONNA” and “I’m about to OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!” and both were spasming and thrashing about and crying out. I knew they were both filling my husband’s fuckchannel with their hot spunk.

    When both Jon and Dak were pleading with Jim to stop working their now-oversensitive spent cocks, he pulled off my cock and growled at me, “Finish me off – I need your stallion cock studding me!”

    That went straight to my nuts and cock, and I started to move around as he released them and dismounted so quickly that they both cried out in surprise. He flopped over on his back next to Dak, practically bucking Jon off the bed.

    As I was getting around and in position to fill my husband’s cummy cunt, Jon was scrambling for balance and jammed into me inadvertently. I was suddenly off-balance and falling more than I should have been, tumbling and out of control, clutching out into the air . . .

    “BABE! Wake up!” Jim’s voice broke through my consciousness, and I realized I was struggling on our bed, laying back in his arms, which were getting a workout holding me while I thrashed about. “Whatever that dream was, it must have been good . . . at least until I disturbed you, but we’re going to be late,” he told me, rubbing my chest with one hand and my abs with another, holding me tight against him. Then he knocked my raging hardon with the back of his hand. “Looks like we’re GOING to be late – that fuckstick of yours never takes no for an answer!”

    My head was finally sorting it out . . . that I’d been dreaming . . . but I was still unable to respond as my thoughts swirled and my mind desperately tried to catch up. Jim didn’t help when he abruptly grabbed my cock and started pumping it and then, just as suddenly maneuvered himself out from under and behind me, hocked a big load of spit into his hand and reached around to his ass as he moved himself over my proudly standing fuckpole.

    As my husband was mounting my cock, taking in my over-nine-inches of fat fuckmeat, my previously clearing thoughts went all jumbled again, focused solely on the connection with my husband. His already-cummy hole, slicked now with his spit, the perfect coupling my horsecock and his tight mancunt make together, the sublime feeling of him lowering himself down onto me, tightly forcing me into him . . . it all took me into that place where all there is but him and me. His grunted, “FUCK you’re a fucking stallion! Even with all the seed you’ve pumped into me already this morning you make me feel like you’re going to split me wide open,” as he pushed down that last couple of inches clashed with my one last stray coherent thought forced its way into my head: I wonder if those two hot guys who were at CrossFit last Saturday will be there today . . . if we ever get there!


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  • Soft Transport: The Bear Obsession Novel

    SOFT TRANSPORT.

    The Bear Obsession Novel.

    Act I: The First Confession.

    I call this a confession. But it’s not a confession. A confession doesn’t hold this much stimulus, this much crave. Progression in finding one’s self? Maybe. Admission? Probably. But who cares about the weight and the self inflicted guilt when you’re admitting you’re completely and utterly obsessed with men. But the right kind of men. The “right kind of men”. I use this phrase to endorse my own personal sexual obsession, with the culture within a culture, that have brought me to weakness both behind the bedroom door, on my internet galore, and out and about on my feet.

    The dawning of my gay sex induced life-style began as a fourteen year old wanderer who basked the halls of a Manchester public school. Uniform and the whole deal. Too early it may be to class my addiction as a “life-style”, but too prominent to cast the impulse as an extra. My school was a newly built academy, built on an almost pointless fund of twenty six million British pounds. The uniform was a latest design, and the architecture screamed out modern influence with glass balconies, freshly layered tarmac sports areas and the latest in modern class room assistance.

    The academy staff and management used this excessively over the years to boast and maybe even to persuade every day parents and possible clients. “Come to our school! It’s a proper shinning shot hole!” would of been their best policy to be honest. Nobody’s competing with Hogwarts. You can shut the fuck up now Dumbledore.

    Despite the overwhelming flush of shiny things and lots of money. Most of us attending didn’t care much for the glamour. We know you can’t varnish a brick and make it appealing, so we left our opinions to ourselves, nobody gave a shit anyway. So while the school would sit proud on it’s stone foundation and reflect the shit of the world off it’s autistic middle-class reasoning, I know my own opinions were set, on the people who learned in this building.

    For me, it was getting through the average day. Avoid math, avoid P.E. and we’ll be just fine. My plans were set in stone and I never questioned them. Although I now wish I had spent just a few more moments in the locker rooms. They would have definitely been my chance to go for a spin on strippers roulette, but by this time in my life, an athlete in boxers was definitely a soft-sport for the epitome of the schedule wanker I was. And everybody had their own signature appeal, trust me.

    The boys had their own groups. The sport fanatics (the popular boys) the chavs, the Mosher kids (me), the underachieving nice kids (also me), the normal boys (your average Joe) The always pissing about loud mouth kids, and a handful more, witch are essentially more specific and break down as variants in the social ladder of high school. I was never personally acquainted with them all. But my impulses and imagination re-assured that my shaft and balls were greatly acquainted with each of them, on a blatantly insane, passionate and seriously homosexual level.

    Is there a thin line? When your everyday place of learning becomes a psychological selective process? A sweat drunk, euphoric chocolate box of submission? And it was the change that drove me. They sat in packs, even in class they communed in their cliques. Like a sub-conscious tennis match of who could speak the loudest. But the change drives me, the change is my fuel and my almost pivotal fetish. The idea, that a man so “alpha”, so “hetero”, so dominant and even intimidating, can transition into much much less, when bent down on all fours. Pants and underwear rolled down to the school shoes. And the blazer and shirt just tilting of their back. Engulfed in euphoria and impulse, moaning under their breathe. Presenting in submissive fashion the lush, soft-cushion buttocks that gaze out at you with a shade brighter then their skin appears in the norm.

    Locked in the boys toilets, the world’s time left to ourselves. The hope of a turned up stiff cock, pronounced between their legs, hanging bellow a pair of red worn, ready warm testicles. The pampered buttocks that address themselves timidly and look far past their last scheduled disciplinary spanking. The gradual build up of moaning that would ascend, as I’d slip my finger in the excessively loobed anus of my new submissive. How they’d pant in the process. How far will they pity themselves even more when I jam my stiff circumcised cock into their rectum? Will they take it like the men they claim to be or will they wither even more?

    Will they survive me pounding away? Hips clapping against their cushion-like comfy buttocks. Sliding in and out of their now gaping, loobed flesh tube of an anus. I hope they will come without friction. Only the deeply seeded endorphin of their g-spot to heighten the release. Will they feel nothing but pleasure when I ejaculate in their rectum? My pulsing hard cock. My come dripping down their thigh as they blush in the reality of their service. Removing my penis to see the rectum shut tightly, my come trailing, coursing down his anus to his balls and shaft.

    Or maybe they will be a softer character then we portray? Maybe they will not bend. But maybe they will kneel. Knees firm on the tile floor, their back up-straight, sat in attendance to firmly massage my bulging over excited erection. Will they use their tounge? Would they if I asked? How far down would they gulp? Would they use both their hands to keep their aim on point? I’d like to hold their head against my crotch as they allow my cock to course down their throat. Will they hesitate when I come in the mouth? Or will they milk it out of me and spray themselves with my spunk? Imagine that. A face painted with the warm fluid come from my cock, down their chin and splatters across their uniform collar and shirt.

    The boys in my school gave me a means to imagine, deeply. All kinds of British boys. Short, tall, skinny, over weight, white, black, mixed race, you name it, at this point in my life, I’d definitely considered it. In fact i’d over-considered them. I was completely and utterly cock-drunk and I was never going to let it go. I was in love, overdosed, comatose. A new found religion in which penis was the motive. And hardcore gay pornography was my bible. When I wasn’t thinking about bumming a cute guy in maths class, I was thinking about a sixty-nine with a hot footy player on our school team. Or maybe it was chasing a chubby fella In our year. Analysing the process of zipping down his jeans, rolling down those boxers and indulging in a gorgeous, thick, five inch stiff cock, with a pair of heated soft and hairy balls to go with it.

    It was after some time, that my submissive traits became more apparent to me. I am definitely a dominant when it comes to profiling, but the submissive presence that we have in all of us, was starting to unravel itself within me, and I was noticing. I wanted these boys to trap me. I wanted them to tell me what to do. Boss me around. Take me to the gym lockers after school, only for me to end up on all fours, the cock of an over enthusiastic rugby player pounding away inside my rectum. I’d want them to spank me and treat me like a tool. An accessory after the fact. It was because of this crave, this urge, this dire need. That my attention towards students became less concentrated, and appointed towards a math teacher, named Mr. McReily. Mr. McReily was a six foot, thirty four year old, under-payed, over qualified math tutor. Who taught our class maths once a week. He’d walk the halls with his stomach always slightly hanging over his belt. His tie slightly un fastened, and he always made sure his voice was heard. His shaved head would always remind me of my bedroom mirror, and his humour was warming. He wasn’t a cold person, no or was he vain. And after too much over thinking, I couldn’t help but rub off the feeling that he asserts his natural dominance for more than one purpose.

    What if, it was after school. And I had stayed behind for revision in his class for at least two hours. What would I say? Probably nothing. If the fish bites, then we’re in business. I’d do anything to get his attention. I’d play music from my phone, I’d swear, I’d ask him in-appropriate questions and I’d even smoke. Anything to switch his attention from paperwork to myself. The thought of a more then annoyed Mr. McReily standing over my desk. Fists gripped. An obvious lump in his pants, just below his belt. Where he has finally given in to the thought of blowing a load in my tight, soon to be gaping asshole.

    Would he lock the door and draw the classroom blinds? I’d like to see him over me, my legs spread across his chest, as he unbuckles an otherwise unnecessary leather belt. I’d like to see his beautiful tummy relax, so I can feel the warmth and weight of his body press against me, as he removes my school pants and uses his spit to lubricate my anus. His ever growing mountainous dick, gently rubbing the rim of my asshole. Lay on the class room table, I watch as he spits on his penis and uses his hands to rub the spit across his shaft. He asks me “Have you ever done this before?” I’d say no. And then he’d gently begin to insert his rock penis into the opening of my rectum, warm and large. He slips his hands beneath my shirt and responds calmly, “Don’t worry sport. I’ll look after you.” He begins to rub my nipples in a circular motion, his hard, warm cock gaining speed and thrust. The sound of the spanking begins to ignite as his hips smack against my plumbing buttocks. His clock raging inside me. I see him panting and groaning as he plummets my anus. Is this how he sounds when he’s fucking his wife? Is this him doing something he’s recited? Something he’s thought about?

    He wastes no time teasing the climax. And ejaculates a good cup-full of come into my rectum. He clings onto my hips and legs to support himself while he pulls his sweaty, looby dick from my anus. He stands there in the classroom. Dick still erect and swaying. Come dripping from its tip. Work pants around his ankles with his boxer shorts included. By this point I’d say I’d gone too far, but from the numb nature of my legs and the continuous stream of spunk travelling from my anus down to my thighs. I remember that dick from such a person is the up most privilege. And if anything I should be honoured.

    You can judged from this, whether I am a nymphomaniac, a sex pest, a normal gay guy or a mental patient. This in my admition, my confession. These are the fantasies of my younger self. And I only anticipated intensely who I would meet, come my first year of college in the city centre. Because these were fantasies, but what I had not anticipated, is the deliverance of something much, much greater. This is the story of my bear obsession.


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  • Mike, the highschool rugby captain

    It was a warm summer night as I sat in my classroom staring at my blank paper as my mind wandered about the place with thoughts and ideas. The time dragged on slowly as I sat there with complete disinterest in the work set out in front of me. The mandatory 2 hours of prep everyday was monotonous and dull.

    “William?” I snapped out of my thoughts as Brian called my name.

    I sighed and answered, “Yes?”

    “Mr. Daniel (our physics’ teacher) is calling you to his office,” he whispered not wanting to draw attention to himself as he spoke to me.

    I got up and headed for the physics lab wondering whether my grades were dropping or what the physics teacher could possibly want from me. I sighed again, bored.  I knocked like an innocent child at his door before opening it and stepping inside.

    “Yes Mr.-” I started to say before a strong hand covered my mouth and a figure stepped out from behind me and held me tight.

    The sensation was all too familiar. The warm hardness of his muscles caressing my skin through the fabric, his intoxicating musk that I loved so much, the heaving of his body up and down as he breathed in and out. It was Mike.

    Mike was the rugby captain at our school and he was, without a doubt a sexy beast! He had big brown eyes and matching shaggy brown hair that added to his bad boy demeanor. His jaw was a chiseled and his hours at the gym paid off as his body was eye candy. He had large defined muscles that visibly pulsed when his heart beat. On his left pectoral muscle he had a tattoo that said ‘love’ in Chinese that added to his sex appeal.

    I relaxed when I knew it was Mike and I could tell that he noticed because he pulled away from our tight embrace. I spun around and my eyes met his beautiful big brown eyes and my God I swore they sparkled. He leaned into my face and parted my lips with his and slid his wet warm tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back letting my tongue explore his mouth. He held my head in his hands as we passionately kissed.

    He broke off the kiss and held my hand as he guided me out of the physics lab to one of the deserted dorms. This felt like a dream. He stood beside his bed and lovingly pulled me and kissed me again. As our lips were locked and driven by lust, I started to feel all over his magnificent body with my hands through his high school uniform. He purred softly into my mouth. My hands started to work on the buttons of his shirt as I impatiently ripped through them like a child opening a present. I finally finished the last button and I traced my hands up running them through his abs then his chest and finally his shoulders. I then threw the shirt off him as we continued our heated make out session.

    I moved down from his lips and started kissing his neck. He moaned pleasurably. I kept going south still to his chest where I took his left nipple into my mouth and I sucked on it and gently nibbled on it as I played with his right nipple in my left hand. He ran his hands through my hair and I could tell he loved it. I moved to his right nipple and gave it a wet kiss treating it like I had the other one. I kissed his abs on my journey south until I was kneeling in front of him with his dick inches from my face still wrapped in his clothes.

    I looked up at him staring directly into his eyes. I could see glow of love, lust and passion in them as I started to unbuckle his belt still locking our eyes. I managed to undo his belt and his trouser button and with that they swiftly fell to the floor leaving only his boxers in between my face and his dick. I hooked my fingers in his waistband and then stopped still looking up at him. He thrust his hips towards my face as a sign of encouragement, I pulled down his boxers slowly to the floor and his dick sprang out slapping me across my cheek.

    I turned my gaze down from his eyes to look at his beautiful love stick. It stood proud and erect away from his body, long, thick and its veins pulsated every time his heart pumped blood. I lifted my right hand and gently run my index finger from its tip along its length to its base. His dick twitched as I did so. I then wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke it gently as I stared at his cock’s bulbous head. I inched closer to his dick and wrapped my lips around his cock before I stopped to look at his face again.

    He placed his left hand on the back of my head and held it there firmly but still lovingly and gently while he slowly bucked his hips pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I used my tongue to gently massage the underside of his shaft as his cock continued on its journey into me. He stopped moving when his cock reached my throat and pulled back slowly until only its head was in my mouth. He ground his hips into my face again driving his dick to the back of my throat and then pulled out. He kept up this rhythm going in and out as I slurped and rolled my tongue over his dick while sucking it in to intensify his pleasure. He moaned and grunted as he was fucking my face occasionally saying a “Yes baby,” or “Fuck that feels so good”.

    He suddenly pulled his dick out of my mouth leaving a saliva trail from the tip of his dick to my lower lip. I looked at him vexed then he picked me up and used his right hand to turn my chin up so I was facing him and passionately kissed me letting our tongues dance while he tasted himself. While we kissed he put his hands through one of the slits in my school shirt and forcefully ripped it apart sending the buttons flying, impatiently undressing me as he was wild with lust. He then peeled the button less shirt away from my body and threw it on the floor. He moved his hands down to my trousers and started fidgeting on the buckle trying to work it open. He finally managed this task and with one fluid motion dropped my trousers and boxers to the floor. I stepped out of them carefully trying not to break away from the kiss.

    He placed his strong hands on my chest and forcefully shoved me onto the bed before he quickly climbed on top of me straddling me under his powerful body. He leaned down and kissed me lightly on my lips before quickly getting up and turning so he was facing my feet before he put his body in a plank position over mine and lowered his hips so that his dick was pressed against my lips. I parted my lips allowing entry for his tasty tool. He moaned again in pleasure and then turned to face my erect penis pointing up at the ceiling. I felt a wonderful sensation as his warm, soft mouth engulfed its head. He pushed his face onto my cock until his nose was buried in my balls. I heard him sniff before he started bobbing his head up and down on my cock causing me to jerk my head back and man through my mouthful of his cock. I felt it twitch as I did so and resumed sucking on it as he continued to pleasurably work my cock with his mouth.

    We stayed sucking each other’s cocks for a while moaning and grunting as we did. He stopped sucking my dick and without waning he firmly pushed his hips onto my face until my mouth was at the base of his dick. He held it there for about 5 seconds before lifting off me. He got off me and stared at me grinning gleefully before he turned me onto my stomach. I felt him climb on top of me and then he placed his hands on both sides of my head he lowered himself until I felt his cock pressing on my pink pucker. He stopped and used one of his hands to rub his dick on my asshole.

    “Are you ready?” Mike asked slightly concerned.

    “Please fuck me,” I cooed back.

    Obliging, I felt him push his cock into me slowly just until its head was wrapped tightly by my sphincter. He held it there letting me get used to it. He brought his head down to my back and started to kiss his way up starting with a wet kiss on my right shoulder blade, then the back of my neck and finally he kissed my right earlobe and sucked on it. He gently bit my ear and growled into it as I felt him begin to push his cock further up my ass.

    “Aaaaaaahh,” I let out a loud moan as he penetrated me.

    “Your ass is so tight,” Mike commented, saying the words that every guy dreams to hear one day.

    He steadily guided his cock deeper into me until it was completely engulfed in the vice grip of my warm ass. His stomach pressed firmly against my ass. His balls ground against my own. It felt right, like this is how we were meant to be and I didn’t want this moment to pass. He propped himself up letting my ear fall from his mouth. He started to pull back inching his cock out off my  ass that was unwilling to let it go as its muscles clenched around it. He stopped when only his cock’s head was left in my ass. He drove his cock back into me this time a little faster and harder, and then out. Now he was steadily going in and out of me his thrusts getting more powerful. His stomach was now slapping my ass every time he pumped back into me and his balls slapped against mine making that sexy, wet plop sound that was music to my ears.

    “AaAaAaAaA,” my moans resonated to his thrusts.

    “Yeah you like that babe?” he asked as he smacked my ass, to which I squealed in reply.

    “Give it, mphhh, to me, aaaaah, harder stud, mmmmhhhh,” I managed to say through the intense pleasure that was overwhelming my voice box.

    Needing no further encouragement, he pulled my ass up so that it was supported by my knees. He also got on his knees and held my waist with both hands at either side and started to ram his cock into me without remorse. With every stroke he pulled my ass to meet his thrust. He plowed into me like a jackhammer. I turned my head down and bit the blankets below me screaming into them as he was bringing me into new realms of pleasure. He was moaning, grunting and panting the whole time like a wild, sex-crazed animal

    He thrust one last time into my ass and held his cock there. He then slapped both my ass cheeks and held them in his hands kneading them like dough before pulling his cock out leaving me feeling empty like a piece of me is missing. He kissed the small of my back then I felt him leave the bed and then suddenly I felt him pull my legs roughly to bring me to the edge of the bed so my legs were hanging. He used his strong arms to flip me onto my back so I was facing him. I saw a look of pure lust in his eyes and a smug grin on across his face. He lifted my feet and threw them over his shoulders. Still looking into my eyes, he lined his cock up so that it was directly aimed at my pink, and now gaping, asshole. He slid its whole length into me with one fluid motion.

    “Uuuuuuuuh,” Mike grunted as he jerked his head back.

    He held my calves in his hands spreading my legs apart so he could gain better access. His massive frame towered over my petite body as he ravaged my willing ass, that was now his, to his heart’s content with his magic penis. He fucked me lovingly and passionately. My ass could feel his cock and the pattern of its veins as it slid in and out. He picked up the pace and started to fuck me with hard and fast strokes grunting as he did so. He pushed my legs down over my head and leaned down and started to kiss me passionately. We moaned into each other’s mouths as he continued smashing his hips into mine.

    He bit my lower lip and said “I’m going to cum,” then he resumed kissing me.

    “Cum… in… my… ass,” I said in between his kisses.

    “Uh, aaaaah, uh, mmmmmmmh,” he moaned before he decisively thrust into my ass as deep as he could and held his cock there. I felt his cock begin to pulsate and twitch in my ass accompanied by feeling a warm liquid squirting into me painting my insides white with his seed. His body shook and trembled with pleasure

    “Fuuuuuuck!” he exclaimed as he came down from on high.

    He leaned in again for another kiss. After he kissed me he flashed me a toothy smile and then climbed off me pulling his dick out of my ass with a loud pop sound. I felt the cum start to ooze out of my ass as his cock wasn’t there to hold it. He lifted my legs over them and placed my feet on the floor. He got in between them and reached for my cock with his hand.

    He gripped it firmly and started to stroke it while gazing into my eyes. He turned his  face to look at it and licked his lips. He opened his mouth and lowered his head onto it engulfing it. He began to bob his head on my cock running his tongue along it and sucking as he went up and down. My eyes rolled back as he gave me arguably the best blowjob of my life.

    “Aaaaaaah,” I moaned. “I’m close,” I warned him.

    He brought his hand up to jerk my cock at its base as he sucked on its head rolling his tongue all over it looking into my eyes while he did. My hand instinctively moved to hold his head. He jerked me off faster and I reached the point of no return.

    “Fuck I’m cumming,” I said pushing his head onto my cock. He withdrew his hand and I forced his head down the whole length. He looked up at me as I my cock started to erupt. My dick pulsed and twitched in his mouth as I pumped cum down his throat. He swallowed and I felt his throat clenching and relaxing over my cock. I let go of his head and my head dropped back onto the bed. I felt him squeeze my cock from the bottom to the top and the suck the drop of cum that had formed at its tip. He kissed my cock and then released it from his grip.

    He then straddled my hips and leaned to kiss me before he collapsed on the bed by my side. He lay on his back with his hands behind his head as he stared at the ceiling. I snuggled up to him and placed my head on his chest and I had a leg hauled over his legs. I used my right hand to trace shapes on his chest and abs as we talked about shit I don’t know ‘cause I wasn’t there *laughing emoji* and then we fell asleep LOL

  • Growing up gay

    GROWING UP GAY

    written by: Bill Hudley

    Growing up, mine was the poor family from the wrong side of the tracks. At school the other kids made fun of my brothers and me because of the clothes we wore, bought from the Goodwill Store. Most times they were patched, mended and then passed down to the next brother as we grew out grew them.  The only part of school that I liked was reading. I could forget all my sorrows when I read a book, even get lost in another time, I could imagine myself as the hero in the story. In retrospect, books likely saved my life. Without them I’m certain that I would not be near my goal of becoming a Doctor in the next few weeks. One more semester and I will be through with Medical School and ready to start my residency.

    Back then, when we were the ‘poor’ kids, we depended on welfare, food stamps and housing assistance. There were four of us, My Mom, my brothers John, Kenneth and me, David. We’re the Weaver Boys. I’m the oldest, John is two years younger, and Kenneth is three years younger. Our father was killed in a car accident when I was just seven years old. Our Dad was working two jobs, trying to keep us clothed and fed. His car veered into the oncoming lane and hit a semi rig head on. The Police report speculated that Dad nodded off while driving home. He had worked two consecutive eight hour shifts at the hospital, where he was an orderly and janitor.

    After Dad died, our mom worked part-time on the late shift in the stockroom of a big, national retail store. The store has 100 employees working there, only twelve of them are full time, the rest are part-time, with low wages and virtually no affordable health care. After deductions and paying the rent, there was never enough to feed the four of us without government food stamps. When we were old enough, my brothers and I worked after school, John and I both had paper routes and little Kenneth made deliveries for Mr. Haile at the drugstore.  Each night we would leave our pay and the few tips we received on the kitchen table for Mom.

    My brother Kenny had the hardest time facing our Dad’s passing, Kenny turned to me for comfort and just being someone to hold on to while Mom was at work, but it was John that worried me the most. He kept everything inside, never showing any emotion, we knew that when he went to our room and closed the door that he wanted to be alone for a while. Kenny became even more dependent on me as the year progressed. We slept in a double bed together and before Dad’s accident, He kept to his side of the bed, now since Dad’s passing, Kenny is always right against me, sometimes even holding on to me.

    After lots f experimenting with us sleeping together, we discovered that we liked me spooning up against his backside the best. We both slept nearly all night that way. The only problem was that I’d wake up with morning wood, if you know what I mean.  That first time Kenny woke up and felt my cock poking at him, he didn’t know what it was, he even pushed back on it a bit.  When I got out of the bed, Kenny raised his head and when he saw the tent in my shorts, he blushed redder that I’ve ever seen anyone blush.  He apologized later that day when we were alone.  I told him to forget it, it’s no big deal, and that it would be happening to him very soon now., It’s just part of growing up.  I already knew I liked to watch the guys in the showers at school.  The girls held no interest for me whatsoever,  I was concerned though when Kenny began making a habit of pushing his butt back on my morning erections.  I let it pass for a while, thinking that perhaps he’ll grow out of it.

    He didn’t!  About two months after that first morning he saw my tented shorts, I would wake up with my cock against Kenny’s bare butt.  He was pulling his shorts down to feel my cock on his skin.  The following Saturday afternoon when all our chores and work was finished, I told him to come with me.  We needed to have a talk.  

    “Kenny, I know that you sort of look to me as a father figure and that’s fine with me,  I want to be there for you anytime you need me.  The thing is, we need another bed,  What we’re doing is wrong.  I’m your brother, you pushing your butt against my morning erection shouldn’t be happening  You shouldn’t do it with me.  Kenny looked crushed, I took the few steps between us and pulled him up into a hug.

    It’s not right for two brothers to do that Kenny,  There’s a word for it.  Incest,  look it up when you’re at school Monday.  And another thing, Kenny.  Do you know what ‘being gay’ means.  

    “I…I..think I do…it when a guy likes other guys…instead of girls…right?”

    “Yeah…that’s pretty much it.”  I said.

    “David…I…uh…I kinda think I’m that way…liking guys I mean.   It’s just what I feel, I have to stare at the walls in the showers at school to keep from boning up.”  Kenny said almost whispering.

    “It’s okay Bro,”  I said to him  It isn’t your fault, there’s are lots and lots of gay guys in this world. and if you’re careful  and don’t jump into bed with everyone you meet. One day, when you least expect it, he’ll find you.

    The one thing that our Mom insisted on was that each of us read at least one book a week.  She would bring home the classics from the lending library and make sure we read them.  It was the same with our homework from school.  We all sat at the table doing the assignments while Mom kept an eye on us over the edge of the book she was reading.  She always helped us to find the right answers.  It was important to her that we learn how to solve problems instead of just telling us the answer.

    With our very determined mother, pushing, pulling and often screaming at us, her three boys all managed to graduate from High School, with grades good enough to get into college if we had the money. Mom taught us well.  I’m  the oldest and the first to go to college.  I had to work to pay for school the first year, I started at the local Junior College in our town and did well enough my first year to earn a full work scholarship to the State University twenty miles away in the next town.   

    At eighteen years old I had grown to be almost six feet tall, and I weighed in at 149 pounds, tall and skinny as a rail. Mom said I looked just like my Dad when he was my age, I have his dark chestnut brown hair, sapphire blue eyes, and dark complexion, My face is mostly pleasant, not handsome (in my estimation) but not butt ugly either. My brother John has yellow blond hair and lighter blue eyes, he is the shortest at about 5’8”, John has the Southern California surfer bout look about him, even though we’ve never been near there. We live in eastern North Carolina, near Asheville. Kenneth or Kenny is the youngest of the three of us and the handsome one. He’s almost as tall as me, but he has the most angelic face, at only fourteen I can see that he will be a major

    heart breaker as the matures. With both Kenny and I being gay, it will be up to John to produce Mom’s grandchildren.

    The day I enrolled at UNC-Asheville was amazing. I never dared to dream about college until my High School counselor sent an application to a local Junior College in my name. I was completely surprised when the acceptance letter arrived. Mom cried while I read and reread the letter at least 10 times. I applied for a work scholarship and at first a partial scholarship was offered. After the first semester, I received a full academic/work scholarship. I took on a part time job to fill in the gaps when I needed clothing or anything not provided by the scholarship. It was at Junior college that one of my professors took an interest in me and became my mentor.  My dream was to become a doctor, Professor Eaton guided my studies in that direction.  After the first year, he helped me apply for grants and additional scholarships, without his help I might not have been able to continue  to pursue my dream.  After I graduated and enrolled in Medical School.  Professor Eaton contacted a colleague of his in the Med School, a Dr. Ross, to inform her about me and my goal to become a Physician, the two of them mentored me through Pre-Med and later Med School.

    It was at University that I had my first sexual encounter.  After working eight hours after classes, I went to my dorm room and collapsed on my bed, sometime later I woke with my pants around my ankles and my roommate had my cock down his throat.   To say I was startled would be a gross understatement.  Mostly I was conflicted.  What Billy, my roommate, was doing felt wonderful, but I was fairly sure it was wrong, still I didn’t know what I should do.  I could push him off and away from me, but then the wonderful sensations I’m feeling for the first time would come to an end.  I decided to pretend sleep and enjoy what Billy was doing.  Finally, the inevitable happened and I filled Billy’s mouth with my semen.  I couldn’t pretend to be asleep any longer as I roared loudly when my orgasm occurred.

    I raised up to a sitting position and Billy settled back on his heels.  He seemed to be scared of me now.  I looked down and my cock was still standing tall and it was shiny and wet from his saliva.  I looked up and into Billy’s eyes and I thought he was going to cry.

    “It’s okay Billy, I’m not mad at you, but this certainly was a surprise.  I’ve never had any sexual contact with another person before.  My oldest brother and I have jacked off together, but we never touched each other.  I guess you must like doing that but I’m not so sure about swallowing the cum…what does it taste like?

    Billy still didn’t say anything.  When I stood to pull my pants up, Billy quickly put his hand on my cock, circling his fingers almost all the way around it.

    Finally he spoke.  “Yours is the biggest I’ve ever seen David.”  He said while slowly jacking my cock.  He raised his free hand and cradled my testicles, letting them roll through his fingers, then gently tugging on my scrotum.

    “Oh!  Jeez, that felt so good.”

    Encouraged, Billy tugged harder and pushed me back onto the bed.  

    “There’s more I’d like to show you David.  I’d really like it if you fucked me.”

    “I’ve heard of two guys doing that but I never thought it is real, can guys really do that?”

    Telling me to stay on the bed, he turned and typed a few keys on his laptop then moved it to the bed.   Two naked guys appeared on the screen kissing and fondling each other.  My cock twitched in Billy’s hand.

    “Jeez look at that!.

    The video showed the guys in a 69 position and sucking each other.  Billy’s hand moved faster on my cock.  I was mesmerized, seeing two guys suck each others cock, my own cock was leaking pre-cum again.  Never missing a beat in his slow jacking of my cock, Billy leaned over and licked the clear pre-cum off my cock head.  I moaned loudly.

    Billy stopped jacking on my cock and I saw him put something in his mouth just as he leaned over and took my cock into his mouth again.  After several head bobs on my cock, he pulled off and my cock was now sheathed in a condom.  Lubing up his backside, Billy lay face down and pulled his cheeks as far apart as he could.

    “Please fuck me David.  I gotta feel your big cock in me.”

    I kicked my feet free on my pants and shorts and turned to position myself between Billy’s wide spread legs.  I slathered another layer of lube on my sheathed cock and placed it at his hole.  Nudging against him I didn’t seem to penetrate.  Finally he told me to shove it in.

    The first sensation I remember was the heat inside him.  A couple more thrusts and I was balls deep in Billy’s hot butt.  Nothing I have ever know felt like this.  Instinctively I knew what to do.  Males are born to fuck, it’s their job.  I tried fast thrust which seemed to make Billy uncomfortable; I switched and did long slow plunges,  and grinding hard against him.  This made Billy push back and try to get more cock inside him.  

    I don’t know how he did it, but Billy managed to turn over onto his back while my cock was still deep inside him.  He raised his legs and I took them and pressed them against his chest, then I started fucking him.  Without his glasses off and lying on his back with my cock up his butt, Billy became a sexual turn on.  Looking at him lying there and wanting my hard cock inside him was sexual stimulation beyond belief.  Soon I was pile driving my cock into him, his face contorted with the pleasure we were creating.  He became quite active, fucking back on my cock deep inside him, bucking against me and throwing his ass up to meet my descending cock.  When the moment came, I was totally unprepared for the sensations assailing my mind and body.    If he’s willing, Billy and I will be doing this a lot!  I like fucking his hot butt!

    We never did talk much about our having sex together.  It just sort of happens for us, we just know when it’s time to fuck again.  It wasn’t long after that first time that I took Billy’s cock into my mouth and discovered the wonders of cock sucking.  I liked that too!  His cock is over seven inches long and about six in circumference.  Curious, I decided that I need to know what getting fucked feels like.  I surprised Billy when I asked him to fuck me.  He reluctantly agreed, saying that he much preferred to bottom.  That first time I had to fight hard to keep from pulling off his cock.  It hurt so much,  Then I remembered that he didn’t take the time to open me up like I had him.  He had told me about inserting fingers into his but and stroking against his prostate.  We tried it again after he had loosened me up and it did hurt about halfway in, then as he was balls deep in me the pain changed to pleasure.  

    There was another first for me this night.  I was completely surprised as I lay on my back, Bill’s cock deep inside me, I’m lost to the sensations in my body when I feel Billy’s tongue slide across my lower lip.  My lips parted on their own and when his tongue touched mine it was like an explosion inside my head.  Our tongues explored each others mouth, tongues probing deep giving me new sensations to add to the sexual experience.  I like kissing too…I really like it a lot.

    Sadly, my time with Billy came to an end after the second semester.  Billy flunked out of school academically and had to skip a semester before he could return.  My next roommate would have run down the hall screaming pervert, pervert if he had only seen me naked after a shower.  

    At Dr. Ross’s  urging, I doubled down on the books, my first two semesters had been less the stellar.  Dr. Ross told me that If I want to be a doctor, it will take a lot more effort than I’ve put in so far.  I managed to remain celibate by watching porn on my laptop given to me by Dr. Ross.  

    In my second year at University I was required to take a course in PE.  I’ve never been athletic, always the last chosen for team sports.  However, I did find a redeeming value in the PE course.  Communal Showers!  I soon developed a way to watch these young naked men without looking directly at them.  Training myself to use my peripheral vision to ogle their wet, naked bodies.  I was fascinated by the physical development of the most athletic of these students.  Trim, fit bodies with rippled abdomens, muscled limbs and magnificent bubble butts. 

    I reasoned that the only way I would ever attract one of these marvelous bodies would be to have one, myself.  The problem was that there were precious few minutes in my day that I could work on building up my body.  I gave up my daily sessions with porn on my computer to work out in the gym each evening.  I changed my diet to healthful foods and in six weeks time I saw a marked improvement in my physique.  

    The new physique brought with it new friends.  Guys that barely spoke when I started the course were now chatting with me daily.  There was always someone ready to spot me on the weight bench. (my favorite place in the gym)  With the spotter standing at my head, most times I could look up the legs of his shorts, some guys went commando in the weight room just for that purpose.  To me seeing a full jockstrap on my spotter was almost as exciting.  

    There was one guy in particular that I admired.  He is very handsome and has what I consider to be a perfect body.  He’s lightly muscled, just enough to show his muscled arms, strong sturdy thighs and calves, and the quintessential bubble butt.  It’s his rippled abdomen that I think about when I’m jacking off at night, and that handsome face.  I’ve heard some of the guys call him Rick, I asked around, discretely, and I’ve found that Rick Baxter is Junior, and is one of the better player s on the Varsity Tennis Team.  Although he dates regularly, he hasn’t had a steady girlfriend since he’s been here.

    I found him to be the most sexually alluring person I’ve ever seen.  I always maneuvered to get into position to watch him in the showers whenever I could.  

    Rick was not quite six feet tall, with streaked blond hair, plus his well muscled Tennis player body.  Just calling him handsome was not enough, to me he is. Stunning. The embodiment of everything I would want my partner and lover to be.

    I got to know him strictly by chance when I was asked to step in for an absent player in a pickup basketball game at the gym.  Rick was guarding me every time I had the ball.  With him covered in a sheen of sweat, his dark hair mussed and hanging down, partially covering his startling Jade Green eyes, I felt my cock harden just looking at him.  His hand partially blocked the shot I made and he grinned at me.  

    “Good try, Dude.”  He said as he caught the rebound.  

    Charging down the court after him, I made a flagrant foul on him as he went in for a layup.  He wound up on his back near the wall under the basket.  I extended my hand to pull him up.

    “Sorry Dude,”  I said,  “Didn’t mean to knock you down.”

    He smiled and winked at me as he leaned in close to my ear.

    “You can knock me down anytime stud, anytime.”

    He whispered as he stood beside me.  He slapped my butt as he went to the free throw line.  He missed both shots, and I had an erection straining against my jock strap.

    From that night on, we ran into each other everywhere we went it seemed.   I saw him with the guys in the Student Union, out on a date, or in passing on our way to classes.  He always spoke and winked at me.  The wink kept my hopes up for a whole semester.  Then one night on a Semester break when I stayed on campus we met up at the burger joint just off campus.  We  nodded and said hello.  I took my food to a corner table and I was surprised when Rick came over to join me.  We laughed and chatted for over an hour.  I felt Rick’s leg against mine and I liked the fact that we were touching.  When I didn’t move my leg, he upped the pressure and I knew then that he was sending me a signal of some sort.  After our meal, we were leaving together when he asked if I wanted a ride back to my dorm.

    “Sure, there’s  not many folks there though, the place seems empty.  I’ll get to watch whatever I want on the TV in the rec room.”

    Rick looked over to me, his smile mesmerizing me.

    “Or you could come over to my apartment and keep me company, if you like.”

    Stunned that he would ask me over, I nodded yes, not trusting myself to speak.

    His apartment over a garage, was only one large room with an attached bath.  There was a study table with his laptop sitting on it and a chair.  A tiny refrigerator and a 2 burner hot plate making up the kitchen.  A single bed was in one corner, two upholstered chairs and a small table faced the wall where his TV stood.  Very basic, not in the least bit attractive with one huge exception.  It was very private. The creaky stairs announced anyone climbing them, giving anyone who wished it, the time to prepare for a visitor.  Like I said.  PRIVATE!

    Rick opened two beers from the fridge and we sat in the upholstered chairs facing the TV.  After handing me a beer, he remained standing and tilted his bottle and drained in a matter of seconds.  He reared back as he drank the beer and his tee shirt rose up with his arm high in the air.  I saw his rippled stomach again and got a boner in seconds.  He held out his hand to pull me up from the chair, without thinking I took his hand and stood, with his help.  Rick saw the tent in my pants and his eyes jerked up to mine, then back to my very obvious boner.  Looking back to my eyes, Rick smiled, winked again and dropped to his knees and put his arms around my butt, pulled me close and mouthed my erection through my jeans. With the combination of my surprise and the wonderful feel of him mouthing my hard cock I was completely speechless. After a moment,

    Rick stood, still smiling.

    “Thank god!  I’ve been trying to figure out a way to get in your pants since we played in that pick-up game.”

    As he talked he grabbed my erection through my clothes and then he leaned close again.

    “I want to Kiss you David.  There are lots of things I want from you.  We may never leave this bed during Semester break.  Stand there and let me undress my prize, David.”

    As he slowly disrobed me, he took turns, a piece of clothing, then a kiss that curled my toes, another piece of clothing, another kiss.  So it went until I was naked standing before him/  Another kiss, then Rick started sliding down my body.  Taking my hard, leaking cock in hand he looked to me and we locked eyes in a sensual stare.  His eyes never faltered as he  slowly fed every inch of my hardness deep into his throat.  When he started swallowing motions, I had to stop him, I was just about to cum.

    I quickly pulled Rick up and began tearing at his clothes, quickly we were lying naked, our arms and legs entwined on the bed.  True to Rick’s prediction, we spent most of the semester break in his bed. By the time that the break was over, I was hopelessly in love with Rick Baxter.

    We had one whole semester together before Rick would graduate. It was a magical time for me. I studied harder that I ever thought I could, Rick had drilled the idea into me that good grades equals a good job once we are out of school.

    We both worked hard at our studies then we played hard in his bed. I learned to love in those twelve weeks.

    .

    Each time we’ve been in the showers together, he’s always been on the same side of the room as me, two or three places down, making it hard to get a good look at him naked.  I’ve dreamed of him in my bed but I’m sure that will never happen.  I look a lot better than I used too, but I doubt that I will ever be in Rick’s league.

    With Dr. Ross’s admonitions to study harder, I increased my study efforts and let the gym work outs slide from daily to weekends only.  Over the course of the next two semester the work I had done on my body faded away and I was the same nondescript guy I’d always been.  

    The next few years seemed to fly by, I got my undergrad degree and then on into Med School.  In my first year of Med School I found a kindred soul, sexually and we managed to have sexual relations about once a month, sometimes less, seldom more.  There was one time though that was sort of a dejavu moment, I was in one of the hospital’s intern sleeping rooms after a very long shift.  The bed was behind a curtain and for the second time in my life I awoke with my cock deep in someone’s throat.  I moaned and put both hands on the head bobbing in my lap, I pulled him up and was shocked to see Dr. Harry Harper’s

    very handsome face.  Harry is the same class as I am.

    “Harry, are we alone?  I asked he nodded yes and I quickly turned into the 69 position.  I smiled, said “Surprise” and dove onto his huge cock.  It only took a moment for him to recover and go back to my cock.  It only took us about three minutes to bring each other off.  We sat on the side of the bed and talked in hushed tones to one another.

    “David!  What a surprise, I had no idea you were so inclined.”

    “Ditto, Harry.  It was a shock when I pulled you up and I saw your face full of my cock.  A pleasant shock for sure and I’ll extend an invitation for a repeat if we can ever find the time and place to indulge again.  I would truly like to be naked with you for a while.”

    “I guess you already know I’ve had a crush on you since we first started Med School.”

    “You?  Crushing on me?  I never had a clue.  If we live through Med School we need to spend a couple of nights together before we start Residency.  I’ve crushed on you since the day we met.”

    I reached up, my hand behind Harry’s head and pulled him into a long, long kiss.  We were both steamed up after the kiss.

    “When is your next off day David?”

    “Next Wednesday.  You?”

    “Next Wednesday. Even if I have to kill the scheduling nurse.”

    He leaned over and kissed me again.

    “Your lips are so soft David.  Jeez you turn me on.”

    Harry and I became great friends and what the guys call Friends with benefits these days.  We get along great and we have fantastic sex.  We do hold back a bit though, with our schedules and studies, there’s no room in our lives for emotional attachments now.  When we’re finished with residency, that’s when I’ll try to get Harry interested in us being more than FWB’s.   For now getting finished with our residency seems like it will never happen.  Sometimes I envy my brothers.  They both followed my path.  They excelled at Junior college and Professor Eaton helped them get into University with work scholarships, where Professor Ross helped them as he did me.  John works for a  Large and prestigious Bank and Kenny is a fraud investigator the largest  insurance company in the United States..  With the three of us in the same town, we talked our Mom into moving here.  Now we see her regularly and she has a nice job as a paralegal with a law firm.  John and Kenny paid for her training.  Once I’m a licensed doctor, I’ll repay them.  I’ve told them that I’m gay,  it didn’t bother John at all.  Kenny looked really bashful and just said…”me to.”  The three of us are very close.  We know how easily we could have slipped into the slimy side of life if it had not been for our Mom.  She was determined that we would be successful in our lives.  

    With Mom working at the Law firm she had to look the part, she got new clothes and started having her hair done weekly.  It wasn’t long before she caught the eye of a visiting Lawyer, he asked her out to dinner and they’ve been dating for almost a year now.  She’s given up so much for us that it is a joy to see her living for herself now.

    It seems that the years have flown by like those old movies where you see the pages of a calendar peeling off in rapid succession,  Harry and I graduated from Med School and started our Internships.  Sadly Harry was in Arizona and I’m in Asheville, NC.  Asheville is a wonderful town, full of artists and craftsmen.  The Hospital there treat a lot of mountain folk, many who have never visited a doctor in their lives.  My time there was informative and very humbling.  There needs to be some way that these mountain folks can get proper care that they can afford.  Harry and I talk infrequently , the time zones and our hectic schedules make setting a time to call almost impossible.  When we have a moment we call, if the other is there we talk, if not we leave a message and hope for a call.

    About halfway through our one year residency Harry and I started applying to Hospital’s in cities with two or more large hospitals.  We each had plenty of offers but none put us both in the same city.  We kept trying and finally we hit the jackpot.  Harry got a job in the ER at Piedmont Hospital in Midtown Atlanta and I got hired  for the ER at Northside Hospital in Dunwoody, approximately 20 miles away.

    We found an apartment almost halfway between the two Hospitals and easily fell into living together.  There were many nights when each of us was alone at the apartment due to the other working the night shift.  The times we were at home together were fun and we nearly always made sex a big priority.  As time wore on, I found my self caring more and more about Harry.  It reached the breaking  point one night in the throes of sex when I said, “I love you, Harry.”

    Harry freaked out and in two weeks time he moved out of our apartment.  I was totally and completely crushed.  I couldn’t understand why.  Regardless of his reasons which he never shared with me, I never saw him or heard from him again.  I started apply at places far away from Atlanta.  I landed a resident job in Chicago at Northwest Memorial, an 885 bed hospital.  I would miss My Mom and brothers but I knew I had really lucked out and got a job with Chicago’s best hospital.  Being a resident meant that I didn’t have to keep the irregular hours of those doing their residency requirements.

    One afternoon when I was riding the El from work to the station near my apartment an extremely good looking guy stepped over to me.

    “Pardon me, but you look very familiar to me.  I’ve been trying to place where I knew you but so far I’ve drawn a blank.  He names his hometown and I shook my head no, then he asked if I went to Elon University.  I was stunned.   Immediately I knew him.  It’s Rick!  The hunk from the showers in the work out gym.”

    I smiled at him.  Yes I did go to Elon.  I remember you.  You’re Rick Baxter!   I remember you well.  

    He blushed a bit.  “And I remember you…it’s David if I remember correctly.” 

    “ Yes, I’m david. .  Do you live in the city here, Rick?”

    “No, I live and work in New York, I’m a Lawyer with Hosteller and Brakeman, LLC.  Where are you David?”

    “I’m a resident Doctor at Northwest Memorial.  Rick, my stop is coming up soon.  Do you have any plans this evening?  If not, please get off with me and we’ll have a drink and some dinner later.   We’ll catch up on our lives since college.”

    ‘I in a local Hotel,  It will be wonderful to not dine alone for the night.”

    I’m excited, I never dreamed he would accept my offer.  Jeez, I thought he was handsome in college but look at him now.  In his early thirties and drop dead gorgeous!  My condo is only half a city block from the train station.  We walked to my front door in about three minutes.  T

    he Condo is super nice and furnished with elegant but restrained taste,  No one knew that I only lease it.  I hung up our coats, show Rick where the powder rooms are and made us our drinks.  Rick took his Scotch neat so I made sure I poured him the Johnny Walker Blue Label.  For me my usual, Tanqueray Gin on the rocks.  We settled in the great room, sipped at our cocktails and made small talk for more than an hour.  After his second drink, Rick opened up and began talking about the good old days back at Elon.  As it usually does, conversations between two men eventually turns to sex.  Rick asked me about my first time.  I told him about waking in my dorm room with my cock down my roommate’s throat.  His eyes got big and he leaned forward on his chair.

    “Holy Shit…you’re putting me on aren’t you? That didn’t happen, really…did it!

    “Yes it’s true,  Billy Boyd was my roomie that first year, he flunked out and never came back to Elon.”

    “What about you, what was your first time, Rick?”

    “I was 13, a Freshman in High School.   Two buddies and I were jacking off together, no touching, and the oldest suggested that we hold each others cocks , palm it and wrap our fingers around and slow jack each other.  The older guy timed us with his watch.  A few days later we were all holding each other’s cocks when the older guy bent over and started sucking on my cock.  That was a shock, but then when I looked up all of us were sucking the guy the cock of the guy to our right.   

    That lasted a few minutes then we straightened up and jacked off in a blur of fists, cocks and flying sperm.  The next day the older guy came around by himself and we wound up on my bed doing a 69.  He and I  became good friends and went on weekend camping trips together.”

    “Odd isn’t it that both of us had our first sexual experience with another guy.”  I said.

    “No not really.  In reality most guys fool around together sexually before they begin to date.  Most grow out of that stage then there are some of us who never grow out of it.  I’ve been gay for as long as I can remember David.”

    I tilted my glass and drained the last of the gin.  “Me too Rick, I’ve never wanted a woman but there are plenty of men I wanted.  Present company included.”

    It took a moment for that comment to settle in through the Gin fog in my head.

    “Wait!  You mean that you wanted to get with me back in college.  Jeez, Rick you were the guy everyone wanted to fuck or be fucked by.  How on earth could you have ever wanted me?”I stammered.

    “Back in our college days, you were the one I always knew I couldn’t have, no one had any idea that you were gay back then David.   The best that I remember there were five of us in the gym class that were gay.  We all took turn rotating at the shower head beside you,  Each day there was a different guy there to feast his eyes on you,  We all wanted you then.  I bet that if they were here with us, they would say the same,  They all wanted you then like I want you now.  I couldn’t believe my luck when I saw you this afternoon.”

    I stood, holding my glass of ice, while Rick paced back and forth in front of the sofa.    

    “You just said you want me now, did you mean that or is it the Scotch talking?”   I’d love to take him to bed right now.  Nothing would please me more than realizing a long held fantasy of making love with you, David.   I’d put it on you so many different ways you would have to like one of the.  I’ve pumped out gallons of cum over the years thinking about loving you David Weaver.

    I sat my empty glass on the mantel and walked the few steps between us.  I held out my hand and pulled him to his feet.  Letting go of his hand, I pulled him to me with my hands on his waist.  We kissed a long, slow and delicious tongue bathing tongue kiss.   We pulled apart from that kiss, our foreheads resting on each other.  Rick let out a long sigh.

    “I’ve wanted to do that since we were at University, David.”

    “So have I Rick, so have I.”

    I’m a couple of inches taller and Rick looked up to me.  “You’re ever better looking now than when we were at Elon.”  

    “I suppose it’s time for the tour of the Condo, come with me Rick.”

    I guided Rick with his hand in mine , when we entered the bedroom Rick let out a low whistle.  

    “Hmm, Doctor Dave has done alright!  This place is fabulous.”

    Thank you, but it’s all leased.  I’ll add pieces of my own a little at a time, I want to see everything available and buy things that I truly love and will last a good long time.  Now then, new furniture is not what I want to concentrate on.  As we leaned in for another kiss, I felt Rick’s hands undoing my belt.  In turn, I loosened his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.  It only took a few moments for both of us to be naked.   As we lay on my bed, Rick ran his fingers through the thick mat of brown hair covering my chest and pecs.  

    A thick treasure trail runs down the middle of me, ending in my neatly trimmed pubic bush.  My abdomen is flat and smooth under the hair.  No bulging muscles, just a nicely fit 32 year old man.

    Rick pulled our bodies together wrapping our arms and legs about each other.

    ‘I knew you’d be like this David.  I could lie here with you for a very long time.  You feel so good in my arms.”

    Rick nuzzled at my neck and nibbled and kissed me there.  He reached between us and adjusted our cocks so that they lay up, trapped between us as we rubbed against one another.  We locked in another deep kiss and I felt Rick’s hand moving downward between us.

    “Jeez David, I love the feel of you cock.  It seems just the right size to fill me up.”

    “There’s only one way to find out Rick, your in control with that, We’ll do whatever you want. Making love with you has been a dream of mine since we were in college. I’ll do whatever you want.”

    “First I want to let my tongue travel over every inch of you. You’re truly my dream come true David.”

    With that, Rick kissed my closed eyes and made his way down my face to my lips, we spent quite a while tonguing each others mouths in the most voracious kiss I have ever experienced. I felt like Rick was eating me alive. He spent even more time at my pecs, searching our my nips in the dense mat of hair on my chest. As he made his way down my body, he left a trail of pre-cum that leaked from his very stiff cock as he toured my body. With his head at my hip and his face at my lower groin, I heard him take in deep lungs full of my man scent. He even groaned as he licked at the spot where my legs and crotch met.

    Rick held my cock in his fist, tracing his tongue over every inch of it. Twice he took the corona in his mouth and swirled his tongue about it, making me groan aloud. He continued on, liking and kissing my inner thighs, then sucking on my kneecaps which were an previously an unknown erogenous zone. I almost shot off with my left kneecap in his mouth.

    I was relieved when kissed his way down my legs, then onto my feet which he kissed and licked. Sitting up, he took my foot and began sucking my great toe, making me nearly insane with the pleasure it gave me. After bathing each toe with his mouth and lips he inserted all five into his mouth at once. That was my limit, I drew back my foot just before I would have ejaculated. I began begging him to come up and kiss me, I was fearful that I would ejaculate if he took my other foot into his mouth.

    On his way back up my body, Rick suddenly wrapped his fingers around my leaky, stiff cock and took it to the root in one swift plunge. Just as quickly he pulled up and moved to lay beside me.

    “You need to calm down a bit David, let’s rest a moment.”

    “You’ve aroused me in places I never knew were sensitive, Rick.”

    “We’re just resting David, I intend to finish what I started.”

    While we’re on a rest break, there’s something I need to do Rick. Just lay there, it’s my time now. I leaned over and took his cock in my hand and I pressed it against my cheek.

    “Your cock is just as beautiful as your are Rick. I’ve waited so long for this.”

    Without another word I took his long, hard cock into my mouth and guided it to my throat opening I forced him deep inside me until my nose pushed against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. With his cock deep inside me, I took his testicles in hand and gently pulled them taut until  he thrashed about on the bed, moaning and begging for more.

    “Off! David, Off! I don’t want to cum yet. I want you inside me, I want to feel you inside me, please.”

    Time for another rest break. Rick lay on the bed, his chest heaving as he fought to keep his ejaculation at bay. Pulling on my shoulders, he brought me back to lay beside him. He put his leg over mine and pulled us into a most sensuous kiss. Rick moved to lay his head on my chest and I cradled him in my arms. That was the exact moment that I knew that Rick Baxter was more than just another sex partner. New strange feelings came over me as I cradled him against me. Looking down, I kissed his forehead, he stirred and tightened his arms around me.

    “I could lay like this for ever David. You’re so much more than I ever expected.”

    “You can lie here as long as you like, I like having your here. We’re very, very good together, Mr. Baxter..”

    Fearful that I had said too much I looked down and saw that Rick had drifted off to sleep. Relieved I closed my eyes, readjusted our holds on each other and

    we both slept like babies until 9:00 am the next morning. I woke to Rick deep throating my cock, too surprised to act in time, my ejaculation filled him, he had trouble swallowing all of it and when he looked up, his chin was covered in semen. He moved back up the bed and started to wipe his mouth when I stopped him and licked my semen from his chin. I moved to reach his cock when Rick stopped me.

    “Please David. I want you inside me. This time with you has been magical, I want your cock in me, fuck me please.”

    Like he had been there before, Rick turned and opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out lube and a condom. He put the condom in his mouth and moved it about in his mouth, then took my cock and slowly took me deep into his throat. When he pulled up, my cock was sheathed in a condom. Handing me the lube and turning to lie on his back, rick raised his legs. I pushed them against his chest as I leaned over his beautiful body to kiss him while I filled him with lube. We were still locked in our kiss when my cock eased into him. In one long slow movement, I ground my pelvis against his. He moaned and wrapped his arms and legs around me holding me deep inside him.  

    Slowly Rick began to circle his hips and push back against the hard cock in his guts. In just moments we were into the rhythm, the act as old as man himself. The rhythm of the fuck. 

    This was something special, I felt it, and I was fairly sure that Rick felt it too. It’s much more than two men fucking.  I watched Rick’s face, his eyes were closed and a look or rapture on his face. I tried to concentrate on the job at hand, his body moved with mine, as we both climbed our way to orgasm. Once Rick reached for my face and pulled me down into a sweet sensuous kiss. His eyes opened as the kiss ended.

    “I’m not through with you David Weaver. Right now, I don’t think I’ll ever be through with you. You’re wonderful, you make me feel things I’ve never known before. Making love with you is the best. It’s almost time now, I can feel it starting. Fuck me, fuck me…, ohmigod love me David!

    Rick’s body went rigid first, with mine a heartbeat later. I ground hard into him as he pushed back on my hard cock deep in his guts.

    We both yelled out in unison, Rick calling out my name and me calling out his.

    The moment was epic, I never knew that sex could feel like that. Waves of emotion flowed over me, one after the other. Rick’s arms tightened about me so much I was afraid I couldn’t breathe.

    In that moment of pure ecstasy I heard the angels sing. My body felt like I was floating. As we slowly released our tight holds on each other, I felt a tear fall onto my chest. Not sure if it was mine or Rick’s I tilted his chin up to look into his eyes. We both had tears streaming down our faces. Slowly we regained our earthly senses, both quiet, letting what had just happened sink in. trying to capture each feeling and sensation to remember that perfect moment for ever.

    As we lay entwined, once our breathing was normal,I heard Rick speak against my chest. Not hearing what he said I asked.

    “What did you say, Rick?”

    “I said that I’m yours, David…whenever or wherever you want me, I’ll be here. I know I’m ruined now, no one else will ever do for me..”

    “Then stay with me Rick, I want you here all the time. I’m ruined for anyone else too. I need you.”

    We repeated our love making several times over the rest of that Saturday and Sunday. Rick had a final appointment with his Chicago client Monday afternoon and had to catch a flight out to New York that evening. Seeing him walk down that boarding ramp and out of sight was like a fist to the stomach, I thought for a moment that I was going to throw up right there at Gate 28. I managed to get to a nearby Airport bar and quickly tossed down a Gin & Tonic and it wasn’t long before I left for the drive back to my Condo.

    With Chicago weekend traffic, Rick reached his apartment before I got home to mine. The message light was blinking, when I opened my door. There were three messages, the first from, my Mom, which I saved, a second from a colleague, one of the Hospital’s Residents and the last was from Rick. I couldn’t help myself, when I heard his message I completely lost it. I cried like a baby. Rick had simply said, “I love you David.”

    It took me a few moments to calm myself before I could phone him. When I did

    call, he answered on the third ring.

    “And I love you Rick.” I said, my voice nearly choked to silence by emotion.

    I’m due a few days off, is there any chance you could take a few days off as well?

    “I made some phone calls last night and I’m waiting to hear from them. After that call, I’ll know more about what free time I’ll have available. I’ll let you know as soon as I hear.

    “Meanwhile,  I would like to spend the next couple of hours telling you how wonderful; our time together was, and that no matter what, I’ll be flying to Chicago to spend the weekend with the man I love.”

    The tears started again

    “I wish I could say that I could take a week or so off and take you to some exotic place where we could lie about and make love forever. However, Resident Physicians are usually on call 24-7.

    We talked for nearly two hours more before Rick had answer an incoming call.

    “It’s the call I’ve been waiting for David. I’ll call you back ASAP.”

    I closed the phone and leaned back in my leather Barcalounger.

    I felt as if I were still floating about the earth, such blissful happiness has rendered me giddy with just the thought of him.

    I closed my eyes and replayed our chance meeting in my head. I didn’t intend it, but I fell asleep and was startled awake by the phone dancing on the side table.

    “Hello, Rick.”

    “Hi babe, are you sitting down?”

    “Yes, I was remembering all that happened over the weekend.”

    “Well, there’s something I need to let you know. uh…I called my Chicago client last night like I told you earlier. What I didn’t tell you was that I accepted a job offer with their firm. I’m Moving to Chicago in two weeks.”

    “You’re coming here to stay? For real?”

    “Yes Davey boy, I’m not letting you get away from me again. I love you and I have to be with you.”

    “This is unbelievable! Wonderful! Beyond awesome!”

    I’m still coming for the weekend too. I’ll be there Friday night.”

    “Davey, I need to call my current boss and make my resignation official. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Okay.”

    “I have never felt more ‘okay’ in my entire life Rick. This is almost too much to process. Everything happening so fast and pieces falling into place. We’ll be together. My Mom and brothers are going to love you, too. Till tomorrow!”

    There is no official way to confirm it, but I’m fairly certain that there is not another Resident Physician in Chicago any happier than Dr. David Weaver. Rick flew in at about 4:30 Friday afternoon, we picked up right where we left off, we jumped into the bed as soon as we possibly could. I guess the old adage is true, ‘absence does make the heart grow fonder.’

    We ventured out Saturday afternoon to pick up food, liquor and uh…the other necessary supplies for our bedroom. Right now I can’t remember a word that was said Saturday, but I know I loved every second of it. On Sunday morning I made coffee in my knit jockey shorts while Rick retrieved the Sunday Trib from the hallway.  Shooing me out of the kitchen for 30 minutes Rick surprised me with the most delicious breakfast. We had hot buttered English muffins, Canadian-style bacon, and poached eggs. Topped with a heavy drizzle of hollandaise sauce and served with roasted red potatoes, freshly made Orange Juice and French Press Coffee.”

    “Umm…umm! All that good lovin’ and a great cook too! This man is a keeper!

    Reflecting back on our first weekend, in my mind it was perfect.  After that delicious breakfast, we took the paper and our coffee on a tray and we piled onto the bed,   Each reading, while keeping body contact,   Playing footsies,  napping and waking up spooned together.  Watching a movie an Oldie, “All about Eve” starring a ‘fierce’ Bette Davis.  All Shoulder pads and big hair with her inimitable clipped speech and dramatics arms all over the place style.  It really a high camp hoot these days.

    More cuddling after the movie and that led to a clearing of the bed of papers, coffee cups and bed covers.  My Rick wants me to breed him again tonight.  My most enjoyable moment of the day.  

    Incredibly, we somehow managed another seismic explosion (he made the earth move for me). I can hardly wait until everything is finalized.  Rick permanently with me here in Chicago.  Looking back the week seems a blur. 

    ONE YEAR LATER……………………………………………………………………………….

    What an incredible year we have had,  First Rick settled into his new job and moved in with me at the leased condo.  At Christmas we hosted what we hope will become an annual event,  We had our both of our families join us for christmas.  I managed to cajole our Condo rental office to let us have two empty condos in our building for the holiday season.

    It’s been ages since Mom and the her three sons were together at the same time,   rick and P planned a get together mainly for Mom and the bro’s  to meet Rick, and Rick’s Mom and Brother to meet the Weavers.  Rick’s father passed away several years ago.  As I predicted, Mom took him in like one of her own, My brother John and his new wife shared the news that Mom would be a ‘Grannie’ in about seven more months.  Rick’s younger brother and his fiancee also made the trip.  Sometime in February we received notice that our our Condo building has been sold and lease rates will be increased as well as the Association fees.  The new rates will take effect on July first of the new year.

    Rick got a tip from his new boss about the Michigan Avenue Loft Condominiums.  We were both wowed by the Condo’s and the view over the lake.  We bought a 16th floor unit unit facing the lake .  the building was built in 1911 and has undergone several remodelings.  We dearly love our ‘Loft style’ condo.

    We’ve learned that life is full of miraculous surprises!  We both know how lucky we are to have found each other again.  Our wish for everyone to have Love and Happines in their life.. 

    The end.


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  • Command and Control

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


    COMMAND AND CONTROL

    By anonymous.a

    It was one of those awful after-hours get-togethers you’re compelled to attend because of your job. The boss says, “Be there at 7. Show the flag.” You wonder why American corporations are so inept – nobody speaks plain English.

    One of our biggest customers was the local Air Force Base. We printed their newspapers and designed their promotionals. Their contract was a five-digit slice of our annual revenue, so when a new base commander was installed, and a “gala” thrown in his honor, we had to be there – boss included.

    It was held at a large hangar on base. Over 500 people were in attendance. Many were civilian contractors like us, hoping for a chance to schmooze the new guy. I figured the boss would get that honor, so imagine my surprise when a dress blue uniform covered by a salad of ribbons and medals, accompanied by a pleasant-looking middle-aged woman, joined our little circle of conversation.

    The commander was a jovial fellow, but he had one of those vise-like grips that made you think your hand was being gripped by the Jaws of Life. He was about 5-6 or 5-7 and probably weighed 175. Close to middle age, he was mostly bald with a gray fringe around the side and back of his head, closely cropped of course. My lasting impression of him was his eyes. They bored into you, as if you were the most interesting person in the universe. I found myself talking to him despite my usual party restraint.

    His wife was pulled aside by another person for a whispered chat. The commander used the opportunity to hand me his card. He said, “This is my personal contact information. If you ever want to have lunch one day give me a yell. Sometimes I like to get away from the ass-kissers.” And with that, he was gone, melting into another knot of conversation, his wife back on his arm.

    I stared at his card in confusion, then quickly hid it in my jacket pocket, afraid somebody might try to take it from me. I don’t know why he afforded me the honor of spending time with him personally, but I had no intention of letting this opportunity go to waste. It could be lucrative for me and the company.

    I didn’t call him for many weeks. But one day I found myself with a desire for lunch and nobody to go with me, and I remembered the commander’s invitation. By that time I had entered his info in my telephone contacts, so I rang him up. He answered with a brusque pronouncement of his last name. Almost timidly I reminded him of who I was, and asked if he’d like to break for lunch. At that point his tone become noticeably lighter and friendlier, and we agreed on a pizza joint between the base and town where I worked.

    I arrived before he did. In fact, as I was walking across the parking lot to the restaurant a Ford Taurus turned in and came to a stop between me and the front door. The window whirred down and I peered inside. I was surprised to see it was the commander – I assumed he would have a staff car and a driver. But here he was, behind the wheel of his modest ride.

    “Let’s ditch this place and go to my house,” he yelled over the sound of the engine. “My wife is out of town and I’ve got a fridge full of stuff I need help eating before it goes bad.”

    I agreed and started to head back to my car to follow him, but he said, “Get in. I’ll drive. It’s easier than trying to get you past the gate guards.”

    So I climbed into the Ford, which was immaculate if I can point out, as my car tended to be perpetually cloaked in a layer of dirt and tree pollen, and that was just the outside. The inside hadn’t been vacuumed in months. I could grow crops on the floorboards.

    We chatted about this and that as he drove us to his place, a fairly modest house in officers’ quarters on base. I got the impression the commander just wasn’t into the perks of power and that suited me fine. He seemed like a regular guy, despite all the ribbons and medals on his dress uniform.

    We went inside to the living room, which was sunken, consistent with interior design styles of the 1960s. A lot of military bases had antiquated living quarters, as military budgets had either been cut or consumed by high-priced weapons systems like the F-35 and the new Littoral-class ships. But that was OK. The room was wide and spacious, and decorated stylishly yet sparsely, as if it represented what I suspected was a compromise between him and his wife. The only thing I couldn’t get past was the brown shag carpeting, but in a few minutes that would become an asset, not a liability.

    As I eyed the place he stood in front of me, eyeing me, his hands on his hips. After a few moments I began to feel self-conscious and wondered if he truly needed help emptying his refrigerator or had brought me here for other reasons. Turns out, that was exactly the case.

    “I’m not much for words,” he began, “so I’ll just be blunt. The minute I met you I thought you might be open to having a good time with another guy. If that’s the case then let’s have some fun right here on the living room floor. If not, let’s go back to that pizza joint and grab a bite. What do you say?”

    I had not been expecting a nooner, but I was never averse to the possibility. He seemed fit enough, and it would certainly create a unique relationship between the two of us.

    “What the hell,” I said, unbuttoning my shirt. “Get that uniform off.”

    He gave me a broad smile and started doing his tie and buttons. After a minute or so of struggling, we were both standing there, naked.

    He had an average body and his cock, which was now standing straight out from his crotch, was only about 5 or 5½ inches. But you know what? Despite all the 8-inch monsters described in every porn story you’ve ever read, most guys are in the 5- to 6-inch range. It’s nothing to be ashamed of and to tell the truth, it feels a lot more comfortable in your ass.

    I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around the stubby knob. He immediately let loose with a satisfied groan and began feeding me his cock. I took him all the way down to the base so I was staring into his public thatch – dark hair with the random gray here and there . He had a pungent crotch odor that wasn’t offensive but wasn’t the alluring, sensual smell of a much younger man, either. Just different, like he was. More mature, I guess you could say.

    He backed up to the couch and I followed him on my knees as he sat down. He then spread his legs and placed his hands on the back of my head, guiding me gently as I slobbered on his pole. His cock had gone from mostly hard to steel pole rigid, and I had no trouble finding little places around the fringe, pisshole and underside to circle and tickle with my tongue. These maneuvers elicited delightful, satisfied moans from the commander.

    He raised a foot to the couch and my magic tongue found his nuts and started lapping at them. They were decent-sized and his scrotum had a light coating of hairs that were longer than a younger guy’s ballsac. I licked them all around and steered my tongue to the backside of his scrotum, then traveled even farther south so I was licking his taint. You have to be careful with guys his age because some of them have, er, what’s the polite term for it? “Hygiene deficiencies” in that region. They don’t keep it clean, and when the male body ages, the taint and the asshole become ripe for … well, just ripe. But I guess it was his military conditioning because he was fine down there. He raised his other foot to the couch and I had access to his taint and asshole. I’m not a big ass-eater but I will lick a hole that looks clean, and his did. I gave it a tentative jab with my tongue and when nothing intolerable presented itself, I started licking it. He groaned very loudly and took his hands from my head and used them to spread his butt cheeks so I get better access.

    I lapped and snuffled between his ass cheeks and he returned his hands to my head, burying my face in his butt. The heat was a cauterizing force that seemed to join our two bodies into a single entity. The commander was going wild, rocking his butt up and down against my slathering tongue and gasping with frenzied delight.

    Finally, he whispered, “I want you to fuck me!” By this time my own cock was rock hard and the thought of burying it in this important man’s ass turned me on even more. From somewhere he had produced a small squeeze bulb of lube – probably hidden between the couch cushions – and I used it to grease up my dick. I placed it against his pucker and felt it enter with not much resistance.

    “My wife pegs me,” he explained. “We may not be in our 20s anymore, but I’ll bet we know a lot more about having fun!”

    No argument from me. I slowly pushed my cock inside him until there was nothing left to push. His internal temperature felt like a million degrees; Christ, he was superheated and ready to blow. He snarled, “Fuck me, dammit! That’s an order,” and I complied, pulling my dick out and pushing it back into that amazing furnace of sexual heat. He groaned again as I worked up a rhythm and slid my hands down his legs, from his ankles to his thighs, and positioned him so I pierce his asshole with my fuckstick.

    “Harder,” he grunted and started jacking his dick with his right hand. I picked up the pace and you could hear the telltale slap of flesh against flesh as somebody is being power-fucked. But that wasn’t enough for the commander.

    “HARDER!” he almost yelled. “Fuck me HARDER!” and I began body-slamming him, knocking the couch headrest against the wall as I drove every centimeter of my cock into his body and even part of my ball bag. He squeezed his eyes shut as if to focus on the sensation of my greasy pole invading his man-hole, and jacked furiously on his own cock, which had taken on a reddish hue. Maybe it was catching on fire.

    I felt the base of my spine beginning to tingle and I knew I had not much time less before the powerful fuck I was delivering to this man would send me over the edge. But that didn’t matter. The commander began to wail and suddenly his cock was spurting clumps of jizz all over his stomach and chest. The man could shoot. A lot of older guys lose that capacity, but not this older guy. He was cumming like a teenager.

    Seeing that eruption of semen was too much for me – I eased my dick from his ass, jerked it a few times and sprayed him with another dose of scalding cum, all over his face and chest. I think one jet actually landed on that bald head of his.

    I stood there, crouching over him, the last bit of love juice dribbling from my cock to land on his as it to leaked the spent remains of his orgasm. We were both breathing heavily and covered with a layer of sweat.

    And then suddenly, almost brusquely, he was up and off the couch. “C’mon,” he said, pointing with his head to the back of the house. “A quick shower and maybe a quick lunch, and then we both can get back to work.”

    We showered together but didn’t play with each other’s bodies. My impression was he was in a hurry. We got our clothes back on and he made sure none of our essence had ended up on the couch (but the room did reek of a recent, sweaty sexual encounter – there’s no mistaking that smell).

    Back at the pizza joint we had a quick bite and talked about a lot of different things, none of them sex related. But as we got into our respective cars to leave, he winked and said, “Next time, I’m fucking you.”

    And I didn’t have a problem with that.


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  • My Educational Trip to the Bookstore

    I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I was actually getting out of my car and walking into the bookstore. I knew what I was getting into because a few years ago I stumbled drunk in there to get a porno video to take home and jack off wildly to, when I was hit on. I had looked over only once and saw the horny cum thirsty men waiting in the darkness where the booths were. They wanted me to go in there so they could drain me like a vampire drains blood. I was so scared that I hurried up and got out of there. Today was going to be a different story though. Today I was going in there so I could feel one or more of those hot mouths service me and I was nervous. 

    Finals had just ended at my university. I’m a full time student, a full time worker, and have a girlfriend at home, so to say I am busy was like saying the sun’s surface was warm. Today it was all over. I had just finished my last final and the stress had me feeling crazy. My girlfriend hates giving me head and today head was exactly what the doctor ordered. I needed to watch good porn and relax as my dick got serviced and I knew of only one place where that could happen: the bookstore. 

    I’d never done this before, so I began to have second thoughts as I approached the door. Then it was too late, I was inside. When I walked up to the counter and asked for three dollars in tokens, I was so embarrassed because I just knew that the clerk knew why I was there. This store has a browsing fee of three dollars so it was either pay three dollars to ‘browse’ or get tokens and go to the back. I don’t think any straight people go back to the booths, because all I’ve ever heard was that faggots go back there to suck and fuck each other. Today I was going to be one of those faggots because I desperately needed a mouth wrapped around my seven and a half inch dick, and working hard to make it happy. After I got my tokens, I felt like every eye in the place was on me as I nervously walked to the back and into the darkness. 

    As soon as I walked through the door, I saw a man loitering around outside the booths watching me. Ignoring him, I walked through the little maze until I saw a booth with a door open and decided that it was the one I’d try.  

    Locking the door behind me, I figured that I’d watch some porn for a few minutes while I got myself even hornier. Then… well I didn’t exactly know how it all worked. I figured maybe I’d unlock the lock and maybe someone not realizing it was occupied would ‘accidentally’ come in. And when they saw me with my dick in my hand, he’d ask if he could join me. Then after a few minutes maybe he’d ease his hand over and touch my dick. And when I didn’t jerk it away, then he’d stroke it and then eventually suck on it. But that wasn’t how it happened at all. 

    I nervously went into the booth and locked the door. Then when I inserted some coins in the TV it immediately the came on full volume. There was a button you could hit that would change the channel so as soon as I got the volume down to a reasonable level, I started flipped trough the channels. As soon as I saw a hot blonde girl sucking off a group of hung black men, I thought perfect. I figured if I got my dick sucked to this, I could imagine that it was the blond sucking it for me. I quickly pulled out my growing dick and began to rub on it. As it began to get larger and larger, I noticed something. There was a hole connecting my booth to the one next to it. I’m not completely ignorant, I knew what the ‘hole’ was for I just hadn’t noticed it before now. I only noticed it now because there was someone looking through it. When he saw me, he disappeared. As I was getting ready to put my dick through the ‘hole,’ there was a knock at my door. I was able to reach the door from the bench I was sitting on, so I didn’t even bother to get up to answer it. When I opened it the guy from the next booth came in and pulled his dick out. I was confused. 

    This was all wrong. I didn’t expect him to have his dick out for me to suck. He was supposed to suck my dick. But I didn’t stay confused for long, because he wordlessly grabbed the back of my head and stuck his dick right in my face. I was shocked and didn’t know what to do. Then before I realized what I was doing, I leaned forward and took his big dick in my mouth. Once it was in, he wasn’t gentle about it things.  He had his hand on the back of my head, as he repeatedly rammed his monster dick into my mouth and half way down my throat. It had to have been about 9-inches. I kept gagging and choking and had tears running down my face and could barely breath but he didn’t care. He just kept ramming his thick dick into my mouth until finally he held my head close to his body with his dick jammed down my throat. When I felt his shaft start pulsating, I knew that he was using my mouth as a warm cum rag. With a muffled groan, he released all of his seed into my mouth. After I swallowed, he slowly pulled his cock out of my mouth. Then as I knelt there watching, he casually put it back in his pants, zipped up and walked out without even a thank you. 

    I just knelt there stunned for a minute, then I noticed that someone else was looking through the hole. Apparently someone had been watching and enjoying the show as I had a dick force down my virgin throat. He then did what I had wanted to do with the other guy. He stuck his dick through the hole for me to suck. I knelt there with some strangers cum in my mouth and now another stranger wanted me to take his load too. 

    I couldn’t believe it when I found myself moving across the dirty floor to take this unknown man’s hot dick in my mouth. His dick was smaller then the first guy’s so I was able to take it better. With the sounds of the porno playing behind me, and people in other booths moaning as they got fucked, I was so turned on that I was as hard as a rock. In seconds I was really getting into the rhythm of sucking this strange dick. Something I wasn’t able to do the first time because that guy just fucked my face and left. This time I was actually giving the guy a blowjob. I was going nice and slow and enjoying every second of it as I gave him the kind of blowjob I liked. I was so into sucking the guy’s dick that I didn’t realize that I never locked the booth after the first man left. I was only made aware of my over sight when I heard the sound of more coins being dropped into the slot. 

    When I started to take my mouth off the dick that I was sucking to see what was going on, I felt a hand on the back of my head encouraging me to keep sucking. As whomever it was stroked my hair, I stopped thinking about it and continued to suck the dick sticking through the glory hole.  Then I felt hands unbuckle my belt and start sliding my pants down. Then what I assume was a guy behind me started rubbing my now exposed ass while I continued sucking the other guy’s dick. I revel in the feel of strong hands caressing my ass for a few seconds then it stopped. 

    The next thing I know, I feel a finger sliding into my asshole. Oh my god, it felt so amazing that I really started sucking the stranger’s dick faster and faster. As the finger was sliding in and out of me, I wanted so bad to start jacking my hard dick off. I was so aroused that I know I would have cum very quickly. Unfortunate, I needed my hands for balance so the man behind me could have access to my ass. It didn’t take long before he pulled his finger out of my tight asshole. Then I felt something much larger pressed against my sphincter and before I knew I was being fucked. 

    I’d come to the bookstore to get a nice stress relieving blowjob, and instead a guy practically raped my virgin mouth and fed me my first taste of cum. Now I’m down on my knees sucking off a second guy through a ‘glory-hole’ while a third guy is fucking me in the ass, and I couldn’t be happier. I couldn’t believe that I was letting these two complete strangers use my body to get them selves off.  

    I had the same feeling now that I did about twenty minutes earlier. The man whose dick was invading my mouth was about to cum and I was ready to drink his load. Suddenly at the last moment, he pulled out of my mouth and shot hot gooey cum all over my face and hair. Then as if by magic, his dick disappeared and when I heard the door to his booth open and close, I knew he was gone. 

    Now that my mouth was empty, I could, moan for joy at the fact that my asshole had a dick in it. I was so excited that I could hear myself moaning over the porno movies.  I was covered with so much cum that I felt like a whore. It was in my eyes, my hair and all over my face and in my mouth and still I was bent over in a booth of a sex shop getting my ass pounded. Then the guy started going wild and slamming deep in and out and I knew my asshole was about to get filled with his hot jizz. With a muffled roar, he filled my asshole with his hot gooey cum and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. 

    As he pulled out, I sagged to my knees and gasped for breath. Then without a word, he zipped up his pants and left. Again I didn’t think about the door being unlocked until, a young Hispanic guy walked in playing with his dick. As he closed the door, I glanced back through the ‘glory-hole.’ When I turned back the Hispanic guy was standing so close that the head of his dick was only about two or three inches from my face. I was so shocked that my mouth dropped open. Before I could close it, he grabbed my hair and feed me his dick. Once he had it was in my mouth, I had no choice but to suck it for him. Judging by the way he grabbed the sides of my head and started hunching, I think he liked my mouth. It wasn’t long until his balls burst, filling my mouth with his hot gooey cum.  Naturally he didn’t let go of my hair until I’d swallowed every last drop. Then he casually zipped his pants and left off.
     
    This time the door didn’t even close. When I looked up there was a white guy standing right in front of me. As I looked up at him, he dropped his pants down around his ankles and stood there with his big dick hanging in my face. Without a work he pulled me forward and feed me his dick. As I closed my lips around it, I glanced out of the corner of my eyes and saw the door was still open and a line was forming so that they could watch me sucking dicks while they waited their turn. Even as the embarrassment reddened my face, I realized that I was a little turned on by the all the attention. When I finished off the white guy, I looked up and a black guy was taking his place. By now I knew what I was doing, so he didn’t have to feed me his dick. I grabbed it and feed it to myself.  

    Before they let me up off my knees I had to jack off two guys and sucked off six more. I would have sucked off the two that I jacked off, but they didn’t want to be sucked off.  I had to laugh at the last two guys that I sucked off. They walked into the booth area, took one look at what was going on, and got into line.  They may have been expecting to get their dicks sucked, but not that quick or that easy.  Neither one of them seemed to mind though. 

    By the time I finished, I had sore knees and a belly full of cum. I had a very smug look on my face until I realized that I had nothing I could wipe the cum off my face with.  So, like it or not, I was forced to walk through the sex shop with cum all over me.  As I walked through the main store I noticed the store clerk and several customers, including a couple looking at me as I made my way out the door. When I got back to my car, and looked in the side mirror, I discovered that I had globs of cum in my eyebrows and eyelashes and my checks were shiny. 

    When I started to open my car door, I turned my head and a big stocky bastard with a nasty leer on his face was walking towards me. As he walked up he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out.  I couldn’t believe how big his dick was. He was very proud of it; too, because when he got in front of me, he pushed me down to my knees and held it up in front of my face so that I could admire it.  It was about eight or nine inches long, as big around as a coke bottle, and had a big reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. Not only did the crude bastard have a big fine dick, but he also obviously liked to get it sucked. As I looked up at him in fear, he gave me a nasty sneer, and ordered me to, “Open your mouth!”  His dick was so fat that I popped my jaw opening my mouth wide enough to get it in. I almost chocked before my saliva got his dick wet enough to smoothly slide in and out of my mouth. Once it was sliding freely, he roughly jammed its head against the back of my throat. My mouth had never been so full.   

    He was such an animal that he grabbed m y hair and held my head in place while he pumped his huge dick in and out of my mouth. As he fucked me, he snarled, “Suck my dick, you little fagot.” As I sucked his dick, he moaned and alternately called me a queer, a fagot, and a dick-sucker. Right before he got ready to cum, his dick swelled up so big that it almost split my jaws apart. His cum came out so hot that it almost scalded my tongue. His load was so big that cum oozed out of both corners of my mouth. He didn’t release my hair until I not only had I swallowed his load of ‘cum’, but until I’d licked his dick clean enough for him to put away.  

    As usual, a couple of other guys walking across the parking lot, stopped so they could watch me suck the guy’s big dick.  One guy actually stood there and discussed me with the bastard while I was sucking him off. When the big bastard was cumming in my mouth, the second guy even held my head so I’d be sure to get all of the big guy’s cum. He was so excited that as soon as the big guy finished, he moved in front of me and offered me his already hard dick. 

    While I was sucking him off, two other guys got in line. One was a guy that laughed at me in the lobby and the other was a guy that came and just wanted in on the action. 

    When I finally managed to get in and start my car, I lit a cigarette and realized that I went in there to get a blowjob, and I never even got to cum. My balls were sore from all the cum I had built up in them. As I headed homes I thought about what I’d just done. I’d always associated the term ‘pulling a train’ to a girl taking on several guys one right after another, and that it was usually meant as a derogator remark to show what a slut the girl was. Now that I’d ‘pulled a train’ I knew that it also applied to guys sucking dicks. After all we could be just as big, if not bigger sluts than a mere girls. I stopped off at a gas station and used their bathroom to clean myself up. 

    Then I went home and fucked my girlfriend. I finally got to cum, but it wasn’t the great release I needed or expected. Maybe I need to give the bookstore another try soon.

    The end…


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  • Guy with two cocks

    GUY WITH TWO COCKS

    By Mighty Mouth

    A guy with two cocks? Impossible, you say. Well, it is possible. What a shock. Just Goggle in the word “Diphallia,” It is also known as penile duplication (PD). One in every five million males is born with two dicks. So your chances of meeting one are rather slim. And now on with my story.

    I have read many stories where the author claims how well he makes out on Craigslist. This has not been my case. I have met very few guys this way. One reason is that I prefer straight guys, and they do not usually check the male 4 male section. I always state that I just want to suck a dick, no reciprocation necessary. However, I have had a few that are straight, or say they are.

    At least this time I scored. A guy answered my ad saying that he was interested, but had an unusual situation. I replied and asked him what it was. He explained that he had two dicks, and that this turned off many people. With two dicks, he couldn’t handily screw a women, nor fuck a guy in the ass.  But he loved to get blow jobs.

    Instead of turning me off, his reply inflamed me. I asked him to send a fully-nude photo, which he did. He said he was 25. He had a great muscular body, and was a good looker. And sure enough, I saw his two cocks. I arranged for him to visit me, and could hardly wait to see this phenomenon in the flesh. 

    He arrived promptly at my house at the appointed time. He was wearing very loose-fitting trousers, and I could imagine why. Fewer stares from people.

    I offered him a drink. He accepted an Irish whiskey, and I accompanied him with the same drink, which I much prefer to Scotch. I said, “Take off your clothes. I am anxious to see this.” He wasted no time and then sat back down nude, sipping his drink. I asked him if he went often to the gym, and he replied no, that he was too embarrassed to go. He had set up a home gym in his house. And he told me he preferred that, as it was more convenient.

    I couldn’t keep my eyes from staring at his two treasures. They were both about eight inches in length. They were placed side-by-side, with about two inches between them. He had huge low-hung balls, obviously sufficient to produce a lot of man juice. One of my favorite situations is to suck off two guys at the same time. And here I had the opportunity to suck two dicks, both on the same person.

    I said, “Let’s go to my bedroom. Bring your drink with you.” One of my favorite positions is to have a guy lie on my bed, with his legs hanging over the foot of the bed. When I am servicing two, I have them lie side by side, with me alternating from one to the other. This time, I didn’t have to move my mouth very far to suck two dicks.

    By the time we got to my bed, amazingly, both dicks were hard. I told him how to position himself. I was instantly on my knees on the floor. Then I hesitated, which one should I start with? Eeny, meeny, miny, moe. Which one should I blow? The one to the left seemed to beckon me to start with it, and so I did.

                He gasped with pleasure as I swallowed the whole thing, while gently massaging the other one. If he realized that he was getting a gum job, he didn’t comment. 

                But he did say, “This the best damn blow job I ever got. Hey, not so fast. I want this to last. Get on the other one, and go slow.”

                I love when the suckee takes control of the situation and tells me what to do.

                Then he surprised me by saying, “I wish I could have two guys suck me at the same time.”

                I came up off his dick long enough to answer him. “Well, that’s not possible, because there wouldn’t be enough space, and I don’t have two mouths.” I told him that I had a flesh light he could use and that there was enough space so that I could suck one and manipulate the other with my flesh light.

                He liked the idea, and said, “Let’s see if I can get them both to come at the same time. I’ll let you know when to speed up with one or the other.”

                I thought that this was a great idea, but lamented that I would miss getting two loads down my throat. But what the hell, I had to please my customer.

                Surprise! He was able to use good control and together we managed to bring his two cocks to simultaneous orgasm.

                He gushed, “Wow, that was awesome.  I want to repeat that again with you in the future.”

                “Always at your service, I replied.” I gave him my phone number and told him that he could phone or email me whenever he was ready for a repeat.

                I could hardly wait until his next visit. But he didn’t phone, nor did he email me. Eventually his email address no longer worked.  I don’t know what happened. I decided that he must have found a guy with two mouths.

  • Adventures of a Space Captain

    General Schy woke up in the forest, the orc obviously done with him. Suddenly, the sound of a horse echoed around the forest. The Captain stood up to see that a great Centaur was trotting his way. The second the Centaur saw him, he began dashing towards him.

    General Schy didn’t know if he should move or not, but the Centaur zoomed past him, grabbed his leather jock and hoisted him to his back. Captain Schy held onto his broad, muscular shoulders as they flew through the forest.

    “I wasn’t sure if the rumors were true, but then I saw you just lying there on the ground. My herd will be very excited.” He called back to the Captain who was a little too carried away with the incredible physique of the beast. He really hoped he was going to get some action with this handsome Centaur.

    The Centaur brought them to a large clearing, where to his Captain Schy’s surprise, there was a large group of male Centaurs, all grazing. They varied in size, color, and muscles, but General Schy knew which was the leader almost instantly.

    The head Centaur was the biggest of them all with a massive horse body and muscles that bulged from every angle on his torso. He was watching over the herd when he saw them approach. Schy was lifted off the Centaur he was riding with one massive hand of the leader that could easily fit around his waist.

    The leader plopped him on the ground and looked down at him, with his arms crossed. “Is it true that you are fertile?” He asked in a very deep voice that had Captain Schy’s crotch stirring. “That is true.” The General said. “I crashed on this planet and from then on have pledged to serve the planet’s inhabitants for as long as I live.”

    The leader’s eyes filled with lust and a smile split his face. “Then tonight, we feast!” He shouted and all the Centaurs cheered. The leader grabbed the Captain, his massive horse cock now several feet long, and impaled him on it without a second thought. General Schy tried to breathe as the horse cock swiftly impaled him, ignoring his efforts to slow the beast down.

    The leader pumped him back and forth, and eventually began walking, the General still impaled. The entire herd followed as the leader brought the still impaled Captain to a rock. General Schy knew what was going to happen.

    He grabbed ahold of the rock to hold himself steady as the leader hoisted his front hooves on top of the rock. The leader was now able to fully impale and breed the General with as much roughness as he wanted. Captain Schy grunted as he saw the bulge where the beast’s cock would rest in his stomach.

    He felt the leader’s cock head swell and then hot searing cum was gushing into his ass. Within a few moments baseball sized eggs were pouring out into the waiting hands of the leader. He looked down at the eggs paternally and strode away, satisfied.

    He motioned to the rest of the herd that the Captain was free game. Soon, the Centaurs had formed a line and each fucked the General until they came and he gave them their eggs. Once every Centaur had their own eggs, the leader decided that they would keep him for a short while.

    The other Centaurs gathered roped and tied Captain Schy to the underside of the leader. Then they inserted his cock and soon it was fully erect, the bulge showing the the Captain’s gut. He would stay like that for several days, being tied to the leader with a constantly hard horse cock up his ass that could cum inside him, making his stomach swell, every few minutes.

    Several days later they let him go but not before telling him what he was. “You see, our people have collected artifacts of the Old Earth. Your people were known as Breeders and that’s what you shall be to this planet. So whenever you come across a beast, just tell them you are a Breeder and they will understand what your purpose is. And with that, they let him back into the wilderness.


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  • Sydney Pool Party Orgy

    One of my members/fans reached out to me asking me if I’d like to attend a gathering that he has regularly with a bunch of guys who are speedo friendly and he has a beautiful pool – it was to be a Speedo Pool Party/Orgy. It was only a couple of hours from my house but I couldn’t make it (I was in Colorado at Kip’s place having lots of hottub speedo sex). I asked the host ‘K’ if he’d like to go into some detail what happened at his pool party and this is what he got back to me with….

    Dave, I’m happy to contribute the below details of the meet (unfortunately now that autumn is here – the speedo concept / pool party is likely to be put on hold until we hit spring again).

    Will change the names / location so that the group and members of the group are not identified.

    The afternoon went as follows…

    As the meet host, I sent an email to all the guys who had confirmed their attendance to the speedo party on the morning of the meet. Proceedings kicked off with us all meeting in the beer garden of my local pub (let’s say at Bondi)… as some of the guys are not out, the pub of choice is a straight pub to avoid any anxiety such a meet might bring on. So 2pm rolled around and the guys turned up one by one at the designated meeting spot in the pub. Some had been to previous meets so were more comfortable than the newbies attending for the first time. Thankfully the sun was out and it was warm enough to enjoy a beer with each other to put everyone at ease… of the regulars, Kenny, Ben and Stewart were there along with Michael, Pete and Mark and myself. (I can go into more detail about each fellow perhaps in another edition!)… Brett, Brad and Kyle were the newbies… I knew this party would be one to remember… this collection of guys were hot… Brad was the last to show up at the pub and boy were we excited to meet him… he is a surf lifesaver at a local beach and had the perfect Aussie beach body, blond hair and tanned bod… I had seen pics of him in speedos prior to the meet so knew the other boys would be excited to meet Brad. Kyle was also a hit with the lads, tall, olive complexion with a gym-toned physique. No doubt each of the guys were sizing up each other and wondering what might be under each of their shorts.

    We agreed to leave the pub around a half hour later as the guys had a drink or two under their belts. The last member to join us was Johnny – he was too shy to meet us in the pub so he met us in the street up the road from the pub. Being 25 and the youngest member of the group, Johnny was very anxious about how the afternoon would go. My apartment was a short 5 minute stroll from the pub. On arrival at my pad, we would strip down to our speedos as the sun was shining and the boys were keen for a splash around in the pool in my apartment complex. Some guys had their speedos on already under their shorts… some of the other guys changed in to them in my apartment… just about all the guys looked gym-toned to various degrees. This was going to be fun.

    Brad had a bod to die for. He looked so chiselled in his blue surf lifesaving speedos. He filled them out well too… I gave him a playful tap on the backside as we were about to head poolside… Johnny was the only one to wear boardies – he was scared of the water temps impacting on the size of his manhood 🙂 Kyle looked hot in his black adidas speedos (white stripes on side)… Stewart wore a pair of red speedos (stitching down the middle of his bum crack) and was a keen swimmer so looked great with his swimmer build. Ben, Pete and myself all wore traditional black endurance speedos… mine with the drawstrings neatly crossed outside of my speedos (don’t particularly like tucking them inside my speedos)… each of the lads brought a towel and thongs and we headed out to the pool… we agreed to go for a quick swim and come back soon after for more beers & fun… some of the lads were quickly in the pool… fortunately there were no neighbours out in the pool area so we had the space to ourselves… some of the lads were just keen to sit poolside and work on their tans with their feet in the water… the sun was out and the temp would have been around 25 celsius… the pool temp was actually a little bit cooler given that we had just moved into autumn.

    Might leave it there for now and provide the next installment in a couple of days…

    Some of the above guys are meeting again next weekend with some more newbies (probably pub session then straight to one of the guy’s pads for some play)… so happy to perhaps continue with the above story and then write about the next meet… interested to hear your thoughts… as I said, not likely to have another speedo pool party until probably Sept/Oct but will try and get a speedo theme for the next event I host.

    And here is the 2nd installment guys – enjoy!!!

    So we returned to my apartment with the anticipation high that the speedo party was going to go up a notch in terms of excitement. We pulled out a few beers and put the footy on the big screen. Some of the guys already had hard-ons in their speedos so I knew it wasn’t going to take long for things to heat up. Stewart had been to an earlier party and took it upon himself to offer to go sans speedos in the hope that everyone would follow. He was hard and hard a nicely-tuned athletic body. The rest of us did take the cue and stripped off our speedos at that point too. Stewart took a liking for Mark and started straddling him on the seat he was sitting. Wow things were heating up very quickly! Full-on French kissing was there to be seen and was getting the rest of us pretty horned up. Mark had a huge boner, his uncut cock a thing of beauty. Stewart started to work on Mark’s member and Mark was moaning in absolute delight.

    While this was happening, some of the boys had taken up seats on the two sofas… it didn’t take long for the lads to pair off and engage in similar activities to that of Stewart and Mark. If only we had a camera filming all the XXX activities! On one sofa, Kyle and Brett were seated next to each other and in front of both on their knees were Brad and Ben… each were working over Kyle & Brett’s cut cocks… Brad couldn’t get enough of Kyle’s tool, he was taking all of it down his throat almost gagging… not to be outdone, Ben was working overtime on Brett’s member… a few of the lads were keen to watch the action unfold…

    By this stage, Mark had grabbed a condom and some lube and had Stewart sitting on him and riding him up and down… Mark could not contain his excitement… a bottle of beer that was near him accidentally got knocked over due to the banging on the side of the kitchen bench… It didn’t take Mark long to cum… Stewart rode him vigorously to the that stage and Mark let out a funny yelp as he came and his face contorted into some weird pattern… Stewart then started jerking himself and soon after came all over Mark’s stomach… Peter couldn’t help himself as he was watching Stewart and Mark go at it that he chose to lick up Stewart’s cum off Mark’s sweaty chest.

    Not to be outdone, the lads on the couch had taken things up a gear… both Brad and Ben were now pounding into the arses of Kyle & Brett… Kyle was certainly enjoying the moment… Michael was leaning over him and feeding his cock to Kyle who was slurping on this fine tool while being pounded by Brad… Brad’s nice, firm butt cheeks were delightful to watch as they tightened and loosened on each thrust penetrating Kyle… Kyle started stroking his own cock and it wasn’t long before he beat out a splash of cum that landed on his chest…. This pushed Brad over the edge and his whole body spasmed as he ploughed into Kyle’s tight hole and filled up the condom with a load of cum. Ben and Brett were similarly going at it like hounds and it didn’t take long for either to cum soon after.

    Some of the guys who had been involved in the early XXX activities showered up and chose to say their goodbyes and leave the party… that left the rest of us to get involved in some hot, sweaty action.


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