Author: admin

  • Thwack

    UPDATE:  This true story has been languishing for years, half-hidden, on the last page of my stories, suffering from low readership.  I’ve asked Bjorn, the Webmaster, to bring it forward to the top of Page 1, and give you guys a good chance to discover (or rediscover) one of my own most favorite memories.   Let me know if you like it, and thanks for your continuing support.  Your friend, Jack 

    THWACK

    Murphy struck me as an odd sort of soldier. He leaned way forward as he walked, rolling his whole foot almost as if trying to end up on his tiptoes. I assumed he wanted to look taller. I wondered how he had managed to make it through basic training but figured he corrected this strange mannerism when marching in a column of soldiers. We all try to blend in, don’t we. He was also not particularly good looking, so I didn’t feel attracted to him. I did become intrigued about him, however, when I overheard Josh, one of his buddies, boasting that Murphy was so exceptionally well hung that women, including prostitutes off post, didn’t want anything to do with him. That was certainly food for thought.

    One afternoon, I returned early to the barracks at the advanced training camp where we were temporarily stationed. Usually, no one was in the barracks at this time of day, so, taking advantage of privacy whenever possible, I figured I might have time to jack off. I stripped to my boxer shorts and headed to the latrine to take a leak and wash up. I wasn’t making much noise wearing my shower slippers, so I caught sight of Murphy, who was unaware of my presence, at the sinks.

    He was nude. His back was to me and he was leaning, slightly, over a wash basin brushing his teeth. He had a nice, firm, rounded ass, which he was moving, swinging his hips, causing his dick to thwack noisily back and forth against his thighs. I wondered if this was some sort of jack off technique I was unfamiliar with.

    I cleared my throat.

    He straightened up, looking at me through the mirror and, with a mouthful of toothpaste foam, smiled and said, ‘Hi, Jack.’ He seemed not at all embarrassed. None of us was embarrassed by nudity, but I reckoned he wasn’t engaged in some unusual jack off practice or he would have been flustered to be caught at it.

    ‘Er… Um… Murphy,’ I sputtered hesitantly, moving towards him, ‘what were you doing, just now?’

    ‘Wadda ya mean?’ he asked innocently.

    ‘You know. Swinging your hips, like that,’ I explained, moving to stand next to him at the sinks.

    ‘Oh, you caught me,’ he admitted with a blush.

    ‘Huh?’ was my clever response.

    ‘Rumor has it that I’m hung like a bull, Jack,’ he announced candidly, ‘but the truth is I’ve got one of those accordion-type dicks – it can get real tiny. I discovered that if I swing my hips, like this,’ he explained, turning towards me, demonstrating the motion for my benefit, ‘my cock fluffs up and looks nicer, larger.’ He was quite casual about the very erotic performance.

    I watched in fascination as his long cock thwacked against one thigh and then the other, back and forth, getting larger with each thwack. Thwack! Thwack! And larger, and the sound of each thwack getting louder! Thwack! Thwack! Back and forth! Thwack! Thwack! Larger and louder! Thwack! Thwack! It was mesmerizing.

    ‘But I don’t want the guys thinking I’m trying to impress ’em…’ he whispered conspiratorially, ‘…so don’t tell no one, okay?’

    ‘My lips are sealed,’ I whispered back, unable to take my eyes off of the hypnotically swinging cock.

    ‘Oh, too bad,’ he whispered back.

    ‘Huh?’ I exclaimed, again, dumbly, looking up at his face.

    He flashed me a cute grin, eyes sparkling, looking particularly sexy, saying, ‘I’m always in the mood for a good blowjob, but how could you give me one if your lips are sealed?’

    I blushed noticeably.

    ‘Hey! I’m only kidding around. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, man.’ He shifted his body back to face the sink. In profile, his cock looked even bigger, and I saw how it flowed over very large balls, which were up tight in their sac, indicating, to me, that he was more than horny. He was ready!

    ‘Talking about blowjobs makes me very nervous,’ I admitted, whispering. After all we were soldiers.

    ‘Well, don’t worry, it’s all just so much talk, anyway. Around here all anyone ever does is just talk, talk, talk, talk. I sure wish I was back in California.’

    It was my turn to ask, ‘Wadda ya mean?’

    ‘Seems horny guys like us can always find a good cocksucker in California,’ he explained. (I liked the way he was apparently including me in this group of ‘horny guys.’) ‘They must train cocksuckers out there, or something. Here,’ he said with a grimace, ‘these fuckers just talk about how they’d like to get a blowjob. No one ever actually gives a guy one.’

    ‘Oh, I don’t know about that,’ I said cryptically, moving over to the old-fashioned urinal trough, fishing my dick out of my boxer shorts, and letting loose a bright, strong stream. Suddenly, Murphy was standing naked right beside me, large cock in hand, posing as if to take a leak, too. But nothing happened; except his dick kept getting bigger, and bigger. And much bigger!

    As my flow finished, my dick began to thicken, too. I looked Murphy in the eye. ‘Better be careful with that thing,’ I said, plainly indicating what I was referring to by glancing down at his now obviously inflating erection.

    ‘Why?’ he asked.

    ‘Someone could get choked with a weapon like that.’

    ‘No one’s ever choked on it, yet,’ he said with a smile. But then his tone changed and with a serious expression on his arousal flushed face, he added, ‘Don’t play games, Jack.’ He had a pleading look in his eyes. ‘If you’re interested in fucking around, say so. Don’t let the chance pass us by!’

    So there we were, standing at the trough in our latrine, both getting hard. It was a memorable moment for me. I had thought I wasn’t attracted to this guy, yet here he is, offering himself to me, flaunting an amazingly large and still enlarging erection in my direction, and I’m seriously contemplating going down on him right then and there, damn the consequences.

    ‘I’m not playing games,’ I finally admitted quietly, ‘but I’m not going to do anything about it right out in the open, like this. It’s just too risky.’

    ‘No one will come in,’ he pleaded, realizing that my admission was not rejection. ‘Look! Look what you’re doing to me, man. Just look how hard I’ve become. Look how big it is. See how great it looks? If you’re willing, just let me slip it in between those sexy, thick lips of yours. I’ll come in a flash. It’ll be over in a moment. You’ll love it! We both will!

    There was no doubt that his cock had already reached an extremely remarkable size. The plum shaped glans penis seemed, through the haze of my own arousal, the size of an orange! The shaft was broad and thick, with perfect coloration and amazing length. As I looked down at the huge cock, seriously contemplating sucking the big thing, realizing that any cocksucker worth the calling wouldn’t hesitate when offered this grand prize, he added, huskily, ‘You’re hard as a rock, too. You want this cock, man. I can tell. You really do. Take it! Do me…’ he paused for effect, ‘…and I’ll do you!’ he added emphatically, shifting his body to face me squarely and humping his hips upwards, offering the gigantic cock to me boldly.

    ‘Do me!’ he begged, again.

    I licked my lips.

    ‘Do me, and I’ll do you,’ he said repeating his promise. ‘It’ll be our little secret. No one will ever have to know. Look how good it looks!’

    I turned to face him. I felt that my military career would be over sooner than anticipated if I went down on him and got caught, or he blabbed about it. But I also felt overwhelming surges of carnal hunger for this nice big cock being offered so openly for me to suck! And with a promise of returning the favor! It seemed like a once in a lifetime opportunity.

    ‘Geez, you’ve got a big one, too,’ he exclaimed, reaching out and running a palm erotically between my thighs under my boxer covered balls. The touch triggered a reaction in me, dissolving any thoughts about consequences and flushing my entire body in a wave of passionate desire so strong I couldn’t fight it, while my cock stiffened to complete rigidity. ‘It’s as big as mine!’ he sighed with lust, obviously impressed with the comparison. He fondled my balls through the cloth with an experienced touch, which convinced me that he was exactly what I thought he was – horny, hot, ready, and reciprocal!

    ‘That’s it,’ he sighed as I lowered my head. He put a hand lightly on my shoulder as if to encourage me further. But he was resourceful enough not to try to rough handle me or keep on talking. This was one time when a mutually desired sexual encounter seemed, just as he had implied, simply too good to pass up. As I was drawn to the astonishingly large crown of his giant cock, he stayed poised; hips thrust upward, erection standing proud, and let me go at it on my own.

    The sight of the big cockhead, with its shiny slit slowly filling with clear oozing fluids, and its manly odors, clean but enticing, overpowered me and I opened my lips to take it into my mouth. He didn’t punch it home, letting me adjust in comfort to its awesome size and heady tastes. But as my enthusiasm for sucking such a wonderfully meaty cock overtook me, and as my instinctively strong yet well practiced suctioning really began to penetrate his awareness, his hips quite naturally reacted with counter-jabs to my sucking parries. Very quickly, it became obvious to both of us that I was indeed a good cocksucker, and he was indeed a man who loved having his cock sucked.

    ‘Man, you can suck!’ he sighed quietly but sincerely. ‘Look at you go down on my big thing! It’s gotta be in your throat, man! Ooh, it’s goin’ even deeper! You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you? Oh! Man! You are good! This is great!’

    He was becoming so excited as I engulfed the long, thick tube that I wondered if he had really met many cocksuckers in California or if that had just been macho boasting. But regardless of his experiences, I was having the time of my life! His was a cock of extraordinary proportions, rigid but not so hard as to be un-suckable, shaped for perfect fit down my throat, while straining all my tissues to the maximum degree with its incredible size. It was a cocksucker’s dream cock! I was able swallow the entire length of it by forcing my face down the shaft inch by inch in a two-steps-forward one-step-back kind of approach. Then I began a truly remarkable deep-throated effort to raise him to his finest orgasmic levels, slowly lifting and lowering myself on that giant cock while sucking diligently.

    Unlike his claim that he’d come in a flash when my lips touched his cock, he was striving to enjoy this contact fully, no doubt realizing what an amazingly unique pleasure he was receiving and not allowing himself to be so overwhelmed he would shoot his load quickly. It was great! I loved it!

    I continued to lift and lower myself on that giant cock, staying in sort of a half-squat, now palming his big balls, tugging on them gently, and using my free hand to pull his muscular ass to me so that every millimeter of that big cock got into me. He cooperated with enthusiasm.

    ‘Oh, shit, man,’ he suddenly hissed through clenched teeth, ‘this is too good, I’m gonna shoot my load! I just can’t hold it back any more. Oh! Uhh! It’s shooting, man! Here, take it! That’s it! Take it! Take it! Take it! Take it! Take it! Take it! Take it!”

    With each grunted ‘Take it!’ he humped his hips energetically, exploding a powerful jet of hot thick cum into my mouth, in which I held his cockhead as he came. I swallowed and swallowed his thick, syrupy, delicious nectar! As his orgasm wound down, I re-engulfed the entire massive organ and waited for him to want to withdraw.

    It was at that very moment, while we were in front of the urinal trough with Murphy’s cock fully down my throat, my forehead pressed tightly against his abs, and my erection standing tall out of my boxer shorts, both of us profiled to the door, that someone entered the latrine! And was stopped in his tracks!

    We hadn’t heard him coming down the hallway or entering into the room. We were both too caught up in the euphoria of sex to hear much of anything other than my sucking sounds and Murphy’s excitedly grunted Take it!s.  Only when Murphy suddenly blurted out ‘Oh, Shit!’ did I notice, out of the corner of my eye, a pair of military boots planted not ten feet from us.

    The strangest feeling passed through me. The pleasure I was taking from sucking this exceptional cock and receiving such a huge load was undiminished. Concern about repercussions, disgrace, and dismissal from the military slipped through my thoughts and vanished with a feeling of not needing to hide my desires any longer. It was a feeling of euphoria blended with relief.

    Then Murphy said, very casually, ‘Hey, Josh, take a look at this!’ And, with that, he slowly, very slowly, eased his cock up out of my throat with tantalizing effect. I was able to glance over, now, and see Josh, Murphy’s buddy, staring in wide-eyed wonder as the long tube was slowly withdrawn. The hand Josh slid erotically down his fly, cupping his crotch, spoke to me in volumes! Josh was on our side!

    Josh came over to us, closing the gap quickly. ‘Geez,’ he exclaimed, ‘I heard you had a big one, Murph, but, man, this is incredible. No wonder they say the girls in town can’t handle it. No wonder you told me you’d rather have it sucked by someone with talent.’ He paused, and then asked the obvious question. ‘Does Jack have talent?’ His tone was one of incredulity. I could tell he had never suspected that I might like to suck cock.

    ‘I’ll tell you, Josh,’ Murphy said with an obvious sincerity, ‘I’ve never come across a better cocksucker than Jack, here. Believe me!’

    ‘Geez!’ Josh sighed, staring at both my face and Murphy’s semen/spit-shined erection. By this point, I assumed that Murphy’s erection would subside, but he seemed to take pride in showing it off, throbbing so near my face, to his buddy, and it showed no signs of deflation. Josh obviously noticed the same thing and asked in awe, ‘I heard you saying ‘Take it,’ man. Does that mean you came already? It doesn’t look like you did.’

    ‘It was one of the best orgasms of my life, man. You should try it,’ Murphy enthused. I wasn’t offended by his suggestion that Josh should let me suck his cock, too. It wasn’t as though Murphy and I had become inseparable lovers. After all, it was just a blowjob. But my concerns for being caught re-emerged and I started to rise.

    ‘Wait a sec,’ Murphy whispered, resting a hand on my shoulder. ‘It’s still too early for most guys to be coming back to the barracks. Let’s just see what Josh, here, is carrying around in his briefs. Let’s see what he’s playing with, there.’

    Josh had been fisting the front of his fly as they talked, and the bulge being displayed was impressive, while he continued staring at his buddy’s mammoth erection.

    ‘Wadda ya mean?’ I whispered.

    ‘He’s always asking me about the size of my dick,’ Murphy explained to me. ‘And he wants to know why I like getting it sucked. So now that he’s seen it, let’s see what he’s got hanging. Okay, Jack? Haul it out, man, and let’s see if it’s worth sucking!’ Murphy instructed.

    I hesitated.

    ‘Yeah, please,’ Josh pleaded, speaking right up. ‘Do it. I’ll never tell anyone.’ He sounded like a teen-ager. Then is struck me that, at nineteen, all three of us were teen-agers. I smiled to myself, realizing the inevitability of my situation, and reached out to unbuckle his belt. ‘Oh, man,’ he hissed as I opened his fly and let the pants drop, ‘I’ve always wondered what at blowjob would be like. Will it hurt, Murph?’

    ‘Is this your first time?’ Murphy asked with an air of disbelief.

    As I looked up from my task of fishing his almost completely erect cock out though his boxer shorts’ fly, I saw him nod his head in self-conscious affirmation. But the tool I found in my hand was nothing to be embarrassed about. It was something to be proud of, and in my knowing grip it blossomed to full rigidity.

    ‘Hmm, look at this!’ I sighed.

    ‘Oh, geez,’ Murphy sighed, almost at the same time, sounding impressed. ‘That’s a man-sized dick, all right. The head looks even bigger than my own. Fuck, that’s a nice looking cock, Jack. Think you could oblige him with a good blow-job?’

    ‘Please,’ Josh whispered passionately.

    What could I say? I’m a cocksucker. I don’t have to be begged to suck cock. I’ll admit that, up to that point in my life, most of my cocksucking experience came from discovering glory holes for impersonal, limited-contact, sex, or from the occasional, brief encounter with other active males. But I was thoroughly enjoying this double treat, today, and decided to give him more than he expected.

    I opened his shorts, slid them down, and nuzzled his big balls, licking them till they were wet and shiny. He hissed with pleasure. Then I slid my mouth up the solid tube of flesh and enveloped the entire cockhead with a moist swoop. Josh reacted by humping his hips at me, so I allowed the cockhead, which immediately had become slippery with a saliva/sperm coating, to slide slowly to the back of my mouth and down into my throat, sucking all the while with great effort and effect.

    ‘Look at it slip in,’ Murphy sighed huskily.

    That seemed to break Josh from a trance. ‘Oh, man!’ he enthused, ‘he’s really sucking my cock! I feel him on every part of my meat! I’m really fucking it down into his throat! When I saw you pulling out of him, I couldn’t imagine you had really fucked his throat, but now I’m feeling my cock sink into him, and I fucking love it!’

    ‘It’s great, isn’t it,’ Murphy sighed in agreement.

    ‘Yeah, and I love the thought of fucking the same mouth you just came in. It’s a real turn on for me.’ He was humping into me energetically.

    ‘Me, too.’ Murphy agreed.

    I was too busy sucking cock to be able to look up at them, but I imagined them looking into each other’s eyes with renewed affection, stimulated by the shared sexual experience they were both enjoying.

    ‘He’s one hot dude,’ Murphy announced.

    ‘Yeah,’ Josh agreed, ‘and he’s got a cock almost as big as yours, Murph. Did you notice?’

    ‘Notice? Hell, man, I even promised him I’d suck it!’ Murphy admitted.

    ‘You? You’d…’ Josh sputtered, ‘…suck it!?’ he almost shouted, his voiced filled with amazement. Instantaneously, as he spoke, I felt his hardon surge to iron-stiff rigidity in my mouth and throat, and I knew he was about to fire off.

    ‘Fuck, why not?’ Murphy rejoined, not realizing his friend was reaching orgasm. ‘If getting it sucked feels so good, why shouldn’t sucking cock feel good, too? Jack, here, sure seems to like sucking cock. Doesn’t he?’

    ‘Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!’ Josh began grunting.

    ‘Oh, god, you’re cumming, aren’t you?’ Murphy demanded.

    ‘Uhh! Damn right!’ Josh grunted. ‘Uhh!’

    He seemed to pump a larger load into me than Murphy had. It was spectacular! But immediately after jetting out a final blast, he withdrew, and demanded of Murphy, ‘Now, let’s see you suck his cock!’

    My thoughts exactly! I was more than ready. Sucking them both had really turned me on, big time! I straightened up, popped my boxer snaps, dropped my shorts, and stood there with my blazing erection.

    There was a pause.

    ‘Geez!’ Josh whispered. ‘It really is a big one!’

    After a brief hesitation, during which I wondered if Murphy was just what he himself had condemned – all talk – he suddenly blurted out something like ‘the bigger the better,’ and leaned down and slurped in my entire cockhead, which filled his mouth.

    ‘Wow!’ Josh whispered, squatting next to us to get a real close look at the action. As he watched Murphy’s hand encircle my shaft and begin a pumping action, we both knew that deep-throating was not going to be Murphy’s style. But neither of us was disappointed. What he lacked in skill or experience he more than made up for with enthusiasm! The earnest beat on my meat and the energetic sucking, coupled with my already over-stimulated lust, caused me to draw in my breath, tighten my abdominal muscles, hump my hips, and shoot off into him with rapid fire jets of hot cum. It was terrific!

    ‘Man, he’s pumpin’ home a load already, ain’t he, Murph,’ Josh sighed. Murphy just gurgled as he swallowed my jism.

    When I finished and pulled away, I whispered, ‘We’d better clean up and get the fuck out of here, you guys.’

    ‘No, wait, Jack,’ Murphy whispered excitedly. I knew immediately, instinctively, what he wanted and why. He had had a great blowjob, had then watched his friend get a great blowjob, and had then given me a blowjob right in front of his friend. That made him ready for another orgasm, I was certain. I heard it in the intensity of emotion in his voice. But I wanted him to verbalize it, as much for my own enjoyment as for Josh’s edification.

    ‘What is it?’ I asked, playing dumb.

    ‘Look at this!’ he commanded as he straightened up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He grinned, while proudly displaying a completely reinvigorated looking erection.

    ‘Oh! Man! What a cock!’ Josh sighed, sounding envious. ‘It’s leakin’ juice and looks ready to pop!’

    ‘Suckin’ cock got me all hot, again, man,’ Murphy admitted cockily. ‘Do me, again, Jack, and I’ll come in a flash.’

    ‘That’s what you said last time,’ I countered, ‘and, anyhow, maybe Josh, here, wants to take a taste of this prime meat of yours. Wadda ya say, Josh?’

    ‘Oh, lemme watch, please. I wanna watch you suck it, man. This time I want to watch from beginning to end,’ Josh said to me, announcing it with such sincerity that both Murphy and I knew he was on the level. He wasn’t saying he didn’t want to suck cock. He was saying that he really wanted to watch his buddy feed it to me. We could both accept that.

    So we both went for it! Murphy’s cock slipped right in me with an almost pleasant familiarity, despite it great size. And his hip-humping pressures didn’t diminish until the entire length of that long weapon was firmly lodged down my throat. It was marvelous!

    Josh was squatted down next to us to watch the cocksucking at eye level. He emitted strange little whelps of intense pleasure as he saw Murphy’s balls thud dramatically against my chin as my face got fucked. And good and fucked! Murphy humped and jarred me more energetically than the first time, while putting extra effort into it to impress his voyeuristic buddy, I figured. I took my time, working with him for his load, really sucking cock, really having a great time. But it didn’t last too long.

    ‘Man, I don’t know how you can let him get his cock into you so deep, but it looks spectacular! Oh! He’s shooting his load, isn’t he? You’re swallowing it, aren’t you,’ Josh stated. It wasn’t a question. ‘He’s cumming!’

    Murphy’s second orgasm seemed even more vigorous than the first, and seemed to last much longer. Most of it I took deep, as much for Josh’s pleasure as for Murphy’s. But I got some of it onto my tongue and into my mouth, where I really love receiving jism. But mostly, I just let them both enjoy themselves.

    Murphy pulled out slowly and, when liberated, allowed his cock to ooze a final weak spurt of white, viscous liquid. I recognized this as a tribute to me, to show Josh that I had, indeed, swallowed Murphy’s hot load.

    ‘Man! What a fuckin’ stud!’ Josh sighed.

    ‘I’m gonna take a shower, now,’ the naked Murphy announced. ‘Wanna join me?’

    ‘I’ll get my towel,’ Josh said, pulling up his pants, holding the fly together, and rushing out of the latrine.

    ‘Sure,’ I said. ‘I like a nice shower after I cum.’

    He grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist, and we went into the shower room together, fast friends.

    I guess I was relieved that someone who would have been outraged had not caught us. But I had the feeling, in the back of my mind, that in a barracks where two guys know I suck cock, future encounters might not be concluded so smoothly. I had to admit that getting caught had suddenly becoming even more likely. But with an awareness that might have come from developing maturity, I no longer gave a damn. The encounter with these two seductive guys had been simply too pleasurable to forget about or to resist repeating. As often as possible!

  • Derek’s Pack Trilogy

    Fucking asshole! That was everything Jackson could think about as he drove his silver Porsche Carrera through the dim-lighted forest. It was late March, the sun was close to sinking and this night would be full moon. Jackson rather wanted to lock himself up instead Derek had ordered him to come out here. Why couldn’t Jackson say “no” to him? Ever since the sucker had bitten him, Jackson had the insatiable urge to please him and do what he says.

    As he drove up to the ruin he first wondered about two things. First, why on all Earth Derek wanted him here and second whether the sucker still lived in this piece of shit.

    He came to a halt a few yards away from the building, the flashlights showed him Derek carrying a big dark grey mattress out of the building and placing it in front of a tree.

    “Cut the light show,” Derek roared.

    Jackson immediately obeyed and mentally cursed himself for it. There was no way for him to object and refuse to follow the command of Hale. Of his Alpha. Jackson had to remind himself time and again to call Derek Alpha. No idea why, and he didn’t care. He was only pissed that he changed into an actual wolf and not the sort of hybrid McCall or the Alpha turned into. He was just a wolf, no additional strength for him. The Alpha had referred to him as an Omega and Jackson knew enough to know that he was at the bottom of the heap now.

    “Get out of the car,” the Alpha roared again and ripped Jackson out of his thoughts.

    He cursed silently – conscious that Derek would probably hear him – and left his car, slamming the door shut and stomped up to his Alpha.

    He eyed the matt and noticed that there was some sort of metal framework with vertical bars attached to the tree trunk. Leather restraints with handcuffs were welded to the bars and Jackson knew that this construction hadn’t been here the last time he had visited the place.

    “What is this,” he blurted out without thinking. The moment the words were out, Jackson regretted them. Now his Alpha would be as pissed as usual about Jackson talking out of turn here.

    Surprisingly the Alpha only commented Jackson’s mistake with a somewhat devilish grin and red glowing eyes. At that moment Jackson knew that something important was going to occur, because the last time he had seen that expression was the night the Alpha had given him the bite.

    “Today I am making it official,” Derek commented while taking of his black jacket.

    “What are you making official,” Jackson asked as he got up to his Alpha, standing next to the matt.

    “Today I will finish you transition into the pack by claiming you.”

    Jackson had no idea what exactly his Alpha meant since he had assumed that he had made the pack when he got bitten. “What do you mean?”

    The Alpha clapped and rubbed his hands, showing eagerness. “These are the ways of our people. Every werewolf gets claimed by the Alpha; this way you fill finally belong to the pack.” The Alpha pointed with both index fingers at Jackson.

    Jackson shook his head to get his head clear. “I thought I was part of the pack.”

    Derek scratched the stubble of his beard as he answered. “You were sort of an honorary member, tonight you will become a full member. I wanted to get into your ass for a while now, but I had to get another mattress first.”

    “Yeah,” Jackson began before stopping abruptly as his thoughts raced through his brain and a realization hit him. “All Alphas are gay?”

    “It’s not gay, it’s a werewolf thing,” Derek growled. He picked Jackson up and threw him onto the matt face down. Jackson gasped and tried to turn over onto his back. Derek clasped Jackson’s right hand. Feeling around at the makeshift headboard, he found the chained leather restraints and put it on Jackson’s wrist.

    Jackson tugged, but otherwise stopped trying to turn over.

    Quickly, Derek straddled his back and got hold of the other cuff. He captured Jackson’s other wrist and buckled it as well. Grabbing Jackson’s shirt, Derek ripped it off and slid down Jackson’s body but not before trailing his tongue along the spine, making Jackson gasp.

    He spotted the scars on the neck where he had pierced the skin all this time ago and smiled. For him it was a mark of temporal ownership. Tonight he would mark Jackson as his own forever.

    “Do nothing unless I give you permission to.” He gathered the back of Jackson’s jeans in his hands and jerked. Thanks to werewolf strength, the jeans and boxers beneath tore down the middle and exposed Jackson’s bare ass.

    Sucking in a deep breath, Derek moved back. Holy fucking shit. The torn fabric of the red boxers was visible at his waist and small straps framed each gorgeous muscled cheek.

    Jackson tried to see over his shoulder, but the restraints didn’t allow enough movement for him to look Derek in the eye.

    “You want this,” Derek growled. It was not a question or even suggestion, but a clear statement.

    “Yes, sir,” Jackson replied hesitantly.

    Derek grabbed his hair and pulled with force. “Yes what?”

    “Yes, Alpha.”

    Derek knew that in truth Jackson loved being told what to do despite his inner protests to the contrary, he was naturally submissive. Everything they’d done so far reinforced the fact that Jackson wanted to be claimed as Derek’s Omega.

    Goddamn, Jackson looked good lying there chained to the iron bars with his ass exposed and his hole twitching. He was completely at his mercy. The white skin of his sinewy backside was gorgeous against the dark grey matt. He ran his hand over his Omega’s ass before getting off the mattress and undressing completely.

    Jackson lay there listening. The air rushing over his skin with the Alpha’s movements felt good on his heated skin, like a cool breeze. He couldn’t remember ever being this turned on. He squirmed a little, pressing his cock against the mattress; it felt like it was about to burst. Fuck. He was going to go crazy. His stomach tensed and he could think of nothing but getting the Alpha inside of him. “Please…” All hesitation was gone.

    Moving against the matt again, he tried to get some relief. His cock was already leaking.

    The Alpha’s hand stroked his ass. Oh damn, what was he going to do? Jackson moaned and lifted toward it.

    “Get your knees underneath you. Ass in the air!”

    “Oh God, yes, fuck me, please.” He wanted it, needed it. Jackson turned his head instinctively, but the Alpha’s hand came to the back of his neck, pinning him to the mattress. His other hand slid over Jackson’s ass, caressing. He closed his eyes, letting go and submitting to the Alpha.

    Being bound was a new experience for him, but he liked it. His entire body was one big bundle of nerves. “Please fuck me, Alpha.”

    Growling, the Alpha removed his hands from Jackson’s neck and ass. The mattress moved.

    Jackson couldn’t see, but the Alpha’s smell teased his nose; then something warm and wet slid down the crack of his ass. Spit. The Alpha’s finger followed the trail of saliva, circled his hole and pressed in.

    Sucking in a breath at the sheer pleasure, Jackson pushed back against the Alpha’s finger.

    Derek slapped him hard on the ass, the place stinging with pain. “Be still.”

    “Yes, Alpha.” Oh God, please hurry.

    Repeating the process with two and then three fingers, he drove Jackson insane with lust, teasing him. He shook with the effort to hold still as commanded.

    “Very nice, pup.” the Alpha’s fingers retreated, then the head of his cock pressed against Jackson’s hole and shoved in, inch by slow torturous inch, until his balls rested on Jackson’s ass. Jackson gasped for air, his ass swallowing the Alpha and milking his cock. The burning feeling shot through him. A tingle raced over his spine, making his arms and legs feel almost heavy. Within seconds the twinge of pain was gone. The Alpha rubbed more saliva around his cock and Jackson’s stretched hole, making it slicker.

    Jackson suppressed a moan and tried to push back. He was so damn close.

    Gripping Jackson’s hips with both hands, the Alpha started fucking him hard and fast, pounded into him over and over, making his balls slap hard against Jackson’s ass, the sound echoed through the forest.

    He dropped forward, bracing himself on one hand, and pulled the rest of Jackson’s boxers aside, grasping the cock. He stroked in time with his thrusts, driving Jackson forward into his palm as he hit Jackson’s prostate.”Show me how much you like it pup,” he commanded.

    Jackson let out a low keening sound, dropped his head and further exposed his nape. He didn’t want it to ever stop. He moaned and howled into the night, letting everyone know the pleasures he experienced here.

    Rooting his face against Jackson’s neck, the Alpha growled. The sound was low, deep and possessive, stating better than words that Jackson was his.

    The skin on the back of Jackson’s neck crawled, feeling hot and itchy, Jackson whimpered. “Bite me. Please bite me.” He shouted. He needed the Alpha’s teeth. If the Alpha would bite him, Jackson could come. He didn’t know how he knew that but he did. Oh God, he wanted to come. He screamed into the night for his Alpha to bite him.

    The Alpha’s teeth clamped down on Jackson’s neck where it met his shoulder. The fangs pierced his flesh and Jackson yelled. “Oh fuck!” Jackson’s whole body jerked. The pain in his shoulder radiated out as the hand over his prick tugged hard. Pleasure crashed over him, bowing his back. He came, his ass clenching around his Alpha’s cock.

    With a hoarse groan, the Alpha lifted his mouth from Jackson’s shoulder. He stopped to stroke Jackson’s dick, now slick by his cum and shoved his sticky hand into Jackson’s hungry mouth, giving him a taste of his own fluid. Derek thrust forward one last time and came deep in Jackson’s ass – marking him on the inside as well as the outside – emitting a loud roar that vibrated through the night.

    Easing him down to the mattress, the Alpha withdrew from his body and slowly unbuckled Jackson’s wrists. “You did good, pup.”

    “Thank you, Alpha.”

    “You are mine now, pup. Now and forever!”

    The Alpha gathered his clothes and walked towards the ruins without looking back.

    “Hey, what about me,” Jackson shouted.

    The Alpha didn’t even look back or stop. “Is it my fault that you didn’t bring spare clothes with you? Drive home the way you are.”


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  • Captive Temple Priest

    Serquet, the high priest of the temple of the vulture goddess Nekhbet, showed no surprise as the guards of King Min of the upper river Kingdom of Nekhen filed into and along the walls of the temple throne room, a chamber that could be violated by none but the temple’s priests during times of ritual. Serquet had already become aware that there would be a ritual. He had been elaborately prepared for the ceremony earlier in the day. As soon as he had seen the approach of the king and his retinue, Serquet summoned the priest of the spear and the priest of the seed to his side from the stone balcony off the ceremonial throne room that overlooked the city.

    Out beyond the approaching soldiers and king of Nekhen, beyond the walls of the city of Nekhenian, out on the dusty plain beyond the narrow strip of fertile fields between the mighty river and the desert, Serquet could see the legions of the Assyrian army under the feared monster general, Adamu. And he could hear the beating of their drums as well. The drums had beaten through the night–the death knell of the Kingdom of Nekhen as it once had been. Serquet was a realist. He knew that bestowing of the victory blessing would have little meaning against the legions of the Assyrian monster general, Adamu.

    Serquet also knew that King Min no longer could avoid battle; indeed, he should have engaged the enemy long before they arrived on the plain outside the city’s gates. King Min’s decision to engage in battle meant that he would have to come here for the victory blessing.

    The two priests, the one of the spear and the one of the seed, came to his side as Serquet stood at the top of the steps to the vulture throne–a magnificent structure in marble, with its series of foot and hand holds rising up on the wings at each side of the high priest’s throne. Serquet held his arms straight out from his body, spread his legs, and planted his bare feet in the foot indentations in front of the throne wings that pointed outward, toward the secular world. The two priests untied the vermillion sash from the waist of the gleaming white robe and pulled it off the magnificent, bronzed, and youthful, pampered, soft-skinned body of the young high priest.

    Serquet’s body was one of perfection, muscled but not overly muscular–lithe and willowy. It was a young man’s body as, indeed, Serquet had barely reached his majority. The hair of his head was black and curly, reaching down to his shoulders. He otherwise, however, was hairless, except for a close-cropped, curly V below his belly pointing down to a thickish, but not overlong, shaft and two pert balls. His robe now stripped, he was clothed only in gold jewelry–a thick yoke of gold on his shoulders; gold bands snaking up his upper arms; gold wristbands, with narrow golden roping down to twist around his middle fingers; and gold bands snaking around his calves, with golden roping down to twist around his middle toes. A ring of gold also surrounded his head, sitting low on his forehead. The root of his cock was set in a gold ring from which gold netting descended to encase his balls.

    He was clothed for the ceremony of the victory blessing, having realized in the early morning light, at the sound of distant drums, that the dreaded Assyrian general, Adamu, and his army had arrived outside the gates of the city. The ritual of cleansing, massaging, and oiling his lithe body had lasted into the afternoon.

    The king’s guard entered the chamber on the half run and poured around the sides of the room. The men were naked except for their gold breastplates, sandals laced up to their knees, gold bicep bands, and helmets with gold flaps descending to protect the bridges of their noses. Each carried a lance, pointed at the ceiling of the chamber. All were magnificently built, as required to be in the king’s guard. All also were magnificently equipped in the shafts and balls of men. The two captains of the guard were more magnificently endowed than the others. Most were at least half hard in anticipation of the ritual to come.

    Striding into the temple hall in their wake was a tall, muscular man, who was an older, coarser, hairier version of Serquet himself. Adorned–clothed or dressed would not be an accurate description–much like the soldiers of his personal guard–King Min directly approached the throne, mounting the steps and standing, feet in the foot indentions directly in front of and facing the throne–toward the sacred aspect of the kingdom. As King Min presented himself, almost pressing into his high priest, Serquet stepped back, seated himself in the throne, and raised and spread his legs, placing his feet in the foot indentions at the edge of the wings on either side of the throne. King Min leaned over him and took the hand holds in the marble beside and above the high priest’s head.

    Both symbolically and physically, the sacred aspect of the kingdom, in the form of the high priest, was open, legs raised and spread, pelvis raised, to the mastering of the secular aspect of the kingdom in this time of the need for physical force.

    “We must do battle. I have come for the victory blessing,” was all the towering, muscular man said, looking down into Serquet’s eyes.

    “I know,” Serquet said. “Begin,” he then said, turning, first, to the priest of the spear on his right and then to the priest of the seed on his left. He raised his arms behind his head and grasped the hand holds in the marble there above and closer to his head than the holds King Min was grasping. The marble seat of the throne was in a curve and raised and rolled his pelvis up toward the front of the throne. The leaning angle King Min was naturally placed to thrust his pelvis down to the lap of the high priest, so that the cocks of the two lay on top of each other.

    At the “Begin” signal Serquet had given, the two priests at the side reached a hand each over between the high priest and the king, grasped their cocks together and frotted them, stroking them together, causing them both to harden.

    All along the side walls, the soldier guards were taking their own cocks in their hands and stroking them to erections. The guards and the two side priests were chanting. The high priest and the king were panting hard.

    “Now,” the high priest commanded, looking at the priest of the spear, who produced an enamel-covered box from which he extracted a thin gold rod the length on a man’s index finger. The priest of the seed held the now-erect cock of King Min cupped in his hand while the priest of the spear slowly inserted one end of the gold rod into the king’s urethra canal, burying half the length of the rod in the king’s cock. The priest of the seed then brought the high priest’s cock bulb in place and slowly, as Serquet moaned, tensed, and then relaxed, while the priest of the spear caused the exposed end of the gold rod to pierce the high priest’s urethra canal, and brought the two bulbs together, making them kiss. The priest of the seed pulled King Min’s foreskin over the high priest’s bulb and held the two cocks docked and cupped in his hand. The priest of the spear joined the cupping and slight stroking of the two cocks, which were joined together by the piercing gold rod.

    With a groan, the sound overlaying the moaning of the high priest, King Min began to tighten his buttocks and move his pelvis, his cock fucking the high priest’s cock, moving the gold rod inside the urethra canals of the docked cocks.

    Taking the swaying of the king’s buttocks as their signal, the guards ringing the chamber began beating their spear butts on the stone floor in the rhythm of the king’s thrusts. His thrusts built up speed and intensity, which were accompanied by an increase of the sound of the chanting by the guards and priests in the hall and of the butts of the guards’ spears on the floor, and the vigor of their own masturbating of their cocks.

    Serquet let out a little cry as he came, his cum burbling out from the rim of King Min’s encasing foreskin. King Min came nearly simultaneously, marking his spouting by a victory cry. The guards around the wall each came as closely to that of their king as they could.

    The side priests released the docking cocks, each to be pulled away from the king and the high priest by the two captains of the guards, who tore the minor priests’ robes from their bodies, pushed them down on their backs on either side of the throne, pushed their knees under the priests’ buttocks, thrust inside them, and fucked them hard on the stone floor.

    Using the hand and footholds provided on the wings of the throne, King Min climbed up the sides of the marble structure until his cock was at the level of the high priest’s mouth. Serquet opened his mouth to the king’s shaft, cleaning off the cum from the first taking and sucking the cock to a second ejaculation.

    Around the sides of the chamber, the guards had paired off, with one of each set sucking off the cock of his dominant partner.

    The king’s second ejaculation marked the successful completion of the blessing ceremony. He climbed down from the throne, turned, and marched directly out of the chamber, with his guards following, marching in step. Left in the chamber was the high priest, slumped on his throne, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes slitted, the ritual completed but not completely satiating for him.

    Panting and moaning on the floor on either side of the throne were the priests of spear and seed. Unlike their high priest, they had been completed and satiated by the monster cocks of the captains of the guard.

    Still fidgety and disquieted late in the night, as Serquet lay on his bed, he heard, with joy, the sound of the rustling of the curtains in the doorway to the imperial apartments. He raised his head to see the naked figure of Khafra, the next youngest brother of the king, and the king’s chief adviser, approach. He was the spitting image of the king, except that his younger body was more athletic and pleasing than the king’s. He shaved his body hair and was not as coarse in movement and habits as the king. He smelled of roses rather than sour sweat, and he moved like a dancer. His kisses were sweeter than King Min’s too. There were rituals of the kiss as well, although none of Serquet’s anal canal being penetrated. As high priest, that was taboo to all men.

    “I wish for your blessings as well,” Khafra whispered as he came up on the bed on his knees. He was holding a case with a gold rod in it.

    “Yes, yes,” Serquet murmured as he arched his back to the surface of the bed and hugged Khafra’s hips with his knees. The gold rod was longer and thicker than the one of the ritual. Khafra’s cock was longer than that of his older brother, the king. The rod penetrated Serquet’s urethra canal deeper than the ritual one had. He moaned deeper and sighed even deeper, as Khafra married their cock bulbs, kissing each other, the gold rod buried inside both of them, and pushed his foreskin over Serquet’s bulb. Leaning over Serquet’s torso, Khafra captured Serquet’s lips with his and held their cocks together with one hand, while both of them moved their pelvises languidly to a mutual ejaculation in the rhythm of the cock fuck.

    It was taboo for any man to be inside Serquet’s anus, but that didn’t hold the other way around. Four hours until the promise of a coming dawn, Serquet lay on his back and Khafra rode his cock to a coming–and then another–and another yet. Serquet was purring from the visit of his lover until it was over all too soon and Khafra had melted away behind the curtain into the imperial apartments.

    * * * *

    Walking slowly and deliberately in from the stone balcony off the temple throne room, with the priests of the spear and seed in his wake, Serquet, the high priest of the Vulcan goddess Nekhbet of the Kingdom of Nekhen, mounted the steps to his throne and turned and faced the beaten gold-clad outer doors to the chamber. The two minor priests took up positions at either side of the throne.

    A mighty thud was sounded on the double doors, they swung open, and a magnificent figure of a man strode into the hall, followed by two lines of his battle-bloodied soldiers, who marched around to positions along the inside walls of the chamber. The tableau was much the same as that of the victory blessing ritual earlier in the day–but with an entirely different, ominous cast.

    Adamu, commanding general of the Assyrian army, strode slowly, deliberately, proudly up to the steps of the throne. Serquet looked coolly down into the general’s eyes, gleaming with battle lust. The high priest was calm on the outside, but inside he was in turmoil. He had heard much about this monster of a man, taller than any other man, more massive across the chest, albeit solid muscle, than any man Serquet had seen before. Adamu’s reputation had come to the land of Nekhen as that of a conquering, vengeful god whose power and wrath could not be escaped. At this moment, Serquet could well believe in this. It should lodge fear in Serquet’s heart–and it surely did–but it made his blood boil as well in arousal.

    There was a sensual wildness about the man mountain, with his plaited black beard, his unruly mane flowing down to his shoulder blades, his bulging biceps and chest muscles. His chest, belly, forearms, and thighs were matted with curly black hair. As he had entered the room and strode the length of the hall, he tossed aside a round, black shield worked in a swirling design in silver to one side and a bloodied battle ax to the other. Off came a battle helmet worked in the same metal and tossed aside to one of his soldiers. That he was stripping for action that didn’t require weapons of destruction to fulfill his intent was not lost on Serquet.

    His torso, scarred and sliced with new cuts was magnificent and made Serquet whimper with need, although he had to fight revealing this to those in the hall. The high priest looked away from him as the sight of the fearsome giant was too much for him to bear and not to melt to. He should not have looked away, though, as then he saw that the soldiers who had entered and ringed the room had their pikes lifted, the points toward the ceiling, and each bore at the top a head of a Nekhen soldier of rank. Serquet could look no further when he saw that of King Min’s younger brother and chief adviser–and Serquet’s secret lover–Khafra.

    When he looked back at the Assyrian general, he gasped and sucked in breath. Adamu was untying his metal-plated skirt and then his linen underskirt and tossing them aside. Other than the black and silver-worked guards on his forearms and calves and his leather sandals, the monster warrior was naked–and in an erection of a length and girth that Serquet had never before seen.

    In two bounds the general had mounted the steps to the throne, where he ripped away Serquet’s robe and then backhanded the high priest across his mouth, sending Serquet, gasping, stumbling back onto his throne–and onto the curved seat of the throne that thrust the young man’s pelvis up, making him vulnerable to the thrust of the Assyrian’s throbbing manhood. Adamu grasped Serquet’s ankles, cruelly wishboned the young man’s legs, crouched down and leaned in, and immediately was into the battle of stuffing the massive bulb of his hard, cruel cock into the virginal anal entrance of the high priest.

    Serquet howled in pain, indignation, and fear as Adamu relentlessly pressed his cock inside the channel and began to pump hard and deep. The high priest grabbed the hand holds in the marble throne above his head, and held on for dear life as the Assyrian general rode him hard.

    On the floor on either side of the throne, Assyrian soldiers were tearing into the priests of the spear and the seed, fucking them hard–in tandem, not sequentially–fucking them both into the other world.

    At first, it appeared that Serquet would join his priests in the beyond–that he could not endure the length, thickness, vigor, and intensity of the Assyrian general’s cocking, but slowly, ever so slowly, he found that he could take it. And that he could not only endure it, but could take enjoyment from it. He had grown tired of sexual rituals that aroused him in every way except the ultimate taking. If Khafra had wanted to fuck his anal channel, Serquet would have let him do that and would have kept the secret from the king and the rest of the Nekhen world. He had wanted Khafra to fuck him. But the second in line to the throne was not willing to override Nekhen tradition.

    Luckily for Serquet, now that the Assyrian general was riding him with a monstrous cock, the high priest had taken matters into his own hands over the past several months–in the form of a marble penis nearly, but not quite, the size of Adamu. Although there was nothing like the real thing, Serquet’s own frustration and willingness to take a risk and some precautions had saved his life. If one were to suggest that the high priest listened to the rumors of both the preferences and the equipment of the Assyrian general and planned for contingencies accordingly months in advance, he would not be wrong. The only error would have been in fully assessing the dimensions and cruelty of the general. From the screams–now having died away–of his minor priests, Serquet could believe that the priests of the spear and the seed had kept to the rituals and had, as a result, been shredded internally.

    The conquering Assyrian general had no such qualms as Khafra, his lifeless eyes now looking upon the debauchery of his erstwhile lover from the top of a spike, and had come to Serquet from a bloody battle in which he had vanquished Nekhen. He now was intent on vanquishing Nekhen’s religious underpinnings–by fucking the untouchable high priest.

    Adamu’s soldiers had brought in the quavering remnants of the imperial court to witness the completing of the Assyrians’ conquering of the city state. They stood there, in witness, after the Assyrian general had stridden into the chamber, as Adamu did the unthinkable–debauched the untouchable anal canal of the high priest. When Adamu was saddled on Serquet’s body on the throne, they could clearly see the bulbous buttocks of the general rear back and then they could see the high priest jerk and hear him cry out in surprise, violation, and pain as the general thrust his hips forward. Pull back, thrust. Pull back, thrust. Serquet cried out again and again, until, as the thrusting continued, his cries subsided into whimpers and his head lolled over to the side of the throne, his eyes glazed over, his mouth open in an O of total surrender.

    The assault continued, Adamu fucked on, as the court survivors were herded out of the temple throne room to spread the word that the conquering of Nekhen was now complete.

    The man’s cock was stretching Serquet’s channel to the splitting point and he was thrusting hard and vigorously. Serquet had no doubt that he planned the same fate for him that the Assyrian soldiers were wreaking on the priests of the spear and the seed. So, Serquet did what he had to do. He came back to full consciousness and yielded fully to the assault. He would not surrender so easily. There were battles that could be won on the field and those that could be won in the bed.

    Serquet gripped the general’s head in his hands and brought Adamu’s mouth, first, down to his own for the sweetest kisses he could manage under the circumstances of being stuffed to the limit by a punishing ram, and then down to his nipples. Serquet let the beauty of his body entice and entwine the general. He moved the heels of his feet to the general’s buttocks and rubbed them in the rhythm of the fuck, and he began to move his own pelvis to the rhythm as well. He made sounds that the general would understand of enjoying–wanting–the fuck. He enveloped the warrior in the sweet yielding of his body.

    And he slowly won the general over so that, when Adamu ejaculated deep in Serquet’s channel, Serquet did the same up the man’s hairy belly–and then purred for the general and held the man’s face into his youthful breast.

    Rather than finishing the high priest then, therefore, with a roar of victory, Adamu pulled off him, picked him up, slung him over his shoulder, and strode through the curtain at the side of the temple throne room, into the imperial apartment. Entering the first bed chamber he came to, the Assyrian general threw Serquet down on the bed on his belly; jerked Serquet up to his knees, his buttocks presented for mounting; crouched over the young man’s hips; and fucked him again.

    They didn’t leave the chamber or the bed for a day and a half, and when they did, there was still a victorious general reigning over Nekhen, but it was questionable who was the commander of the couple.

    * * * *

    Two weeks later and life had settled down in the occupied imperial city of the Kingdom of Nekhen. The rape and pillaging and burning of buildings that followed any conquering and sacking of a city state had died down. The relationship between the Assyrian general, Adamu, and the heretofore high priest, now catamite of the victorious general, Serquet, had also settled down. The two had moved to the king’s bed chamber and neither Adamu nor Serquet required the general’s hard cock to be throbbing inside Serquet in every waking moment as they both had for that first day and a half of coupling.

    Now, for the ease of keeping the surviving Nekhen population subdued if sullen, Serquet sat on the king’s throne during the day, with Adamu sitting in a slightly less magnificent throne beside him, with Adamu making the decisions and Serquet proclaiming them. Adamu didn’t mind as long as his own soldiers knew he was in charge. Serquet was fine with the arrangement as long as he controlled the hardness of Adamu’s cock.

    One of the first requests Serquet had made to test his control of the sex-chained Assyrian general was that all of the surviving court that had witnessed his debauchery be surviving no more. Adamu had conceded this to Serquet. Thus, the authority of the high priest, having moved over to the temporal throne, was held pure in the eyes of the populous of the kingdom that still lived.

    The nights had become as this night, with Serquet dancing, naked, for Adamu in the king’s bed chamber as the general lay in luxury, propped up on the bed pillows and swilling strong wine. Following this, Serquet came up on the bed and charmed Adamu with what had been the victory blessing ritual of frotting their cocks together and introducing the general to the intimacy of the marriage of the cocks with the gold rod and the sheathing of Serquet’s cock bulb with Adamu’s foreskin until lust overtook the general and he performed a reenactment of the deflowering of the high priest.

    Late into the night, Serquet moved from Adamu’s encircling embrace, tonguing down the hirsute, hard-muscled body to Adamu’s shaft, which Serquet brought to hardness with his mouth before climbing on top of the general, sheathing the shaft, and moving in a variety of ways on the cock until the general awakened enough to grab Serquet’s waist and slam him cruelly up and down on the long, thick cock, with Serquet screaming in pain-pleasure until both were spent again.

    Adamu liked to conquer by force and Serquet liked the sensation of being taken cruelly without his choice. In later years, it would help him rationalize that he did what he had to do and endured much hardship in the effort.

    As sleep overtook Adamu again, Serquet slipped away from him and to the water closet. In the corridor between the two chambers, he was shocked to be pulled into the darkness of a side chamber.

    “What? King Min!” he exclaimed in a gasp. “You live.”

    “Yes, it is I,” the king said. “We must be silent, and we must be quick.”

    “But the battle–”

    “Second brother Khafra went in my stead. I did not see the prospect of winning. And there must be a member of the family alive to rule here. I hid myself for the good of the kingdom. You understand that, don’t you?”

    “Yes. It was just such a shock to see you alive,” Serquet whispered. And it was a shock. Cowardice was much in the character of Min, but when Serquet had seen Khafra’s head on a pike, he’d assumed Min’s was on one as well. He just hadn’t looked any further down the line of heads. “But what is it you want?”

    “Here. Take this dagger. Go back to the general and do what you have to do. The Assyrians will be headless and in disarray. My men will help me retake the palace and we will fight on from here. Can you do what you have to do?”

    “Yes, I can,” Serquet said, taking the dagger from the king. Just as he believed in Min’s basic cowardice, he wasn’t the least surprised that he wished Serquet to do the deed and very likely be quickly dispatched afterward by the general’s guards.

    His decision was instantaneous and not the least difficult to make. Holding his hand over the mouth of King Min, who looked at him with wide, questioning eyes, Serquet plunged the dagger into Min’s breast. He pulled it out and plunged it in again.

    As the erstwhile king of Nekhen sank to the floor, the next king of Nekhen muttered, “Yes, I know exactly what I have to do. You forget, older brother, that I am the third brother of the imperial line after you and Khafra. I was no less a captive of your court than I am now of the Assyrian general. And I know what you don’t know. General Adamu is a military conqueror, not a governor. Soon he will be gone, leaving me on the throne of Nekhen, as its legitimate king.”

    Leaving the corpse of his older brother there, Serquet returned to the king’s bed chamber, stretched out beside the snoring general, nudged Adamu to roll over on top of him, spread his legs, raised his pelvis by bending and pushing up on his knees, and guided the giant’s cock head to his entrance. By now Adamu was awake enough to thrust deep inside and begin to pump on his own. Serquet laughed from deep inside his belly, clutched at the general’s shoulder blades, started his pelvis in motion, and began once more to weave his own victory charm over what he chose to think of as a pleasant interlude foreign visitor to his, King Serquet’s, kingdom–one with a very satisfying cock.


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  • Filling my hole

    Pent up sexual desires: slowly pulling down a thong to reveal a thick cock, sucking ass hole and round muscular ass cheeks in my face, hell getting MY ass hole licked, stretched, hand, jobs, grinding; just straight up sex with a hot fit man, almost like straight sex, but I get to be the ho for once: they had bust outta me somehow…

    This guy at the gym near my house was eyeing me one day. I had already been fantasizing lately about taking a rod, fitting 3 fingers in my ass, teasing videos and picturing the dirtiest gay anal I could. I had seem him before and knew he was gay. He has short hair, was slim but had a little muscle, a round tight ass, and  bulge I decided I wanted to a piece of.

    Following him outside to his car (I had talked to him before) asked what he was doing, and quickly explained how I was bored lately and wanted to hang out please, please, please I said and he was like “Okay, just need to shower, you can ride, we’ll chill”. On the way there I acted loose but had yet to reveal enough for him to know.

    We get to his house, I turns on the TV and jumps in the shower. Waiting about 5 minutes, I went in after knocking, and said “just gotta pee real quick”…he was masturbating!

    How perfect I thought. I was hard as stone. Pulling the curtain pack, I said “screw it, you need some help?” “And besides, I though you were straight.” “Not today” I said in a gay, slutty voice. Oh my God he said and I looked at his rod and proceeded to swallow it.

    I got a hungry, insatiable desire that passed through me in euphoric waves as I gobbled his hard rod, on my knees like I imagined. I reached around and grabed and rubbed is sweet ass as I continued to deep throat my first cock.

    He was whimpering, begging me not to stop. He was so hot and just full of sex. I spun him around spreading his thick round cheeks and sucking and licking his tight hole like a crazed nympho , as he moaned “sit on my face and we can suck each others holes baby.”

    Completely immersed I obey and at first sat straight up getting chills and a mini orgasm as I rolled my eyes back moaning like a slut. “Suck my hole,oh my god, oh my god I love how you suck my tight ass!” I bent forward returning the favor, his cock on my chest as I sucked his hole. 

    This went on for 15 minutes. Finally I said, “Let me plow you” he smiled and his eyes lit up as he took off my clothes and sucked my rod. “But I get to do you too you little slut,” This turned me on to the max. We stood kissing, I loved his cock on mine. 

    I couldn’t tak it any longer. Grabbing his hips, standing in the shower I got behind him and slowly entered his tight rough ass. “I;m finally fucking a dude’s ass” I thought, he spread his stand stance and managed a’ooo yea just like that. Faster and faster I plowed his ass, face distorted from the euphoria I got from that ass slamming against me, a hot muscle hunk screaming “YES FUCK ME MORE OMG FILL MY ASS WITH COCK….HARDER!!” we sat up and he slow grinded me in reverse cowboy. I regained control as he slid up and down fast hard on my lap, my eyes rolled back in pleasure as I rammed him in and out, gaping his hole.

    More sloppy making out as he tasted his asshole on my dick.

    As slutty gay and dirty as I could sound I moaned, “Now I want you to slam me good and really open me up.” I shook and my rod was ready to blow. I bent over and he wetted my hole sucking and licking me, The pleasure coarsed through me and I said “fuck me baby”. That was where it got amazing. I nearly screamed as he entered me, stretching my slightly gaping but still little asshole.

    But  I was nice and lubed, and eventually, I LOVED his hard cock in side me, taking me from behind like an anal slut. This time I was the slut and the presence of hard long dick in and out fast in your hole makes me so horny and is so hott I blew my load. Not before I smiled and growled, “fuck me harder you pussy” I loved being bent over and dominated. I screamed, moaned, and cried, ” yes, more cock, fuck me good.” He did- missionary position was amazing as he rammed me so hard I winded up cumming in his eye as his warm hard cock slammed into me, in full slut mode, and had the best orgasm I have ever had. 

    We still fuck everyday after work out. I love riding sucking fucking and recieving cock now and I’ll never go back.

  • Labor Day

    I pulled out and left him with our recent pleasure leaking out his ass and down his balls. Another man stepped up and easily slipped in and began riding him good as I wiped my dick and balls clean. I felt a dick probing my ass and bent over the fuck table beside the guy I had just fucked and felt my fucker’s cockhead part my ass and him root around till he was buried and I felt his balls resting on mine.

    I got a good look at the guy I had just fucked while I was being fucked, but he was too busy hitting the poppers for me to ask him how it was for him. The guy in me was not too long or too big, so I could just enjoy being fucked. Apparently he had not been getting enough sex, as he blew about the time I was just getting into it.

    Before I could straighten up to see what he looked like, I had dick in my ass again, so I just looked around the room to see what else was going on while my new fucker was working his dick in. He was a bit thicker than the first fucker, but not as long, so once he got in deep he started plowing ass. He was another fucker just wanting to get his rocks off and not really caring about the guy he was fucking. I prefer sex to be a two-way street, good for both parties. But I had fucked my balls dry and had a load in my ass and was about to get another, so I was happy.

    This was a pretty well attended party. Some we had in the past were as thick as this, but not many. The good weather and the holiday weekend meant more men were about, and that was good. There were about six of us bent over the fuck table, with a stable of studs waiting their turn, men in both the slings, one getting fucked, the other fisted. The mats were busy with men sucking cock and then fucking. The gloryhole was not in use, but it was so dark in the room that most of the time we couldn’t tell who we were having sex with anyway.

    My fucker was beginning to build up steam, getting into a nice rhythm and letting me come back on him, not just rutting like when he started.I was trying to grab him tight when he was all the way in, and eventually he realized it or got tired, and he let me fuck myself on his dick for a little, before he got close and had to slam the last few strokes in to get his balls to spew. Then he grunted as he spurted, and as soon as he did, he pulled out, dragging his cum and the previous man’s cum out over my balls and down the back of my legs.

    I really enjoy staying in an ass till I am fully drained and have my load shoved far up, and I prefer my fuckers to stay in and let me milk their cocks, but this guy was a pump-and-dump type. I turned around to see what he looked like, but he moved away into the clump of men milling about the tables, so I never really got a good look at him. When I turned back the other direction, the guy I had fucked was gone, so he must’ve gotten what he wanted,too.

    No one else seemed interested; they were mainly crowding around the younger men bent over the table, so it was shower time. There is no better shower than the one at the baths or an orgy, where you rinse the cum off and get cleaned up and go back for more. It was invigorating, and it always seems that a load or two in my ass will drain into my balls and I’m ready to go at it again. When I came out of the shower room and was toweling off, my cock was already coming back to life. A new guy grabbed it and started sucking, and when he had me sucked up, he turned around and planted it in his ass, and I easily slid home on a carpet of cum. I fucked him standing up and then held his hips as he bent over so I could get in deeper. I couldn’t get off that soon after my last cumshot, but I fucked him as hard as I could, till I was about to knock him over. He started sucking on another guy that came to watch us, and when he had him sucked up he got off my dick and turned around and put the fresh cock in his ass. He sucked me clean and then smiled at me, and by that time another dick was at his lips, so I let them enjoy themselves and went out on the deck for a smoke.

    I ran into a friend on the deck, who was also smoking, and we chatted and then began to play when we finished smoking, so we went back in and laid down on the pads on the floor and made out till it was time to fuck. We were jockeying for position, and he won and got me on my tummy and stuck his dick in my ass. As he lay there on top of me gently fucking me, he commented on how open and juicy I was, and I said he was #3 so far. That got him excited and he laid into me. We’d fucked before so it was nothing new, but he was so turned on by the fact that he could be giving me my third load that he was inspired. I was full of cum from two guys that must’ve blown their first heavy loads in my ass, so he was having trouble getting his rocks off and had to put his handover my hole and basically jack off in my ass as he was fucking me, but I did get my third load. Once he began to cum he got in as deep as he could and let me milk him dry and squeeze him out of my ass. That also kept all the cum in my hole.

    Then it was my turn, so while he was getting his breath back I rolled him over and got on top. I was stiff as a poker and he had not been fucked yet, so he was tight. I pushed a little cum out of my ass and got it on my fingers and used that as lube on my dick so I could get in him. There are two great parts of a fuck, when you first part his ass lips and pop him open,and when you plant your load, and as each feels so great, it is difficult to say which is more pleasurable. It took me a while to breed him, since I’d already blown earlier, but sometimes that makes a better, longer fuck, so I was having fun, and he sure seemed to enjoy it. I made sure to plant my load as deep as I could, and I fucked him long after I blew to work it in deep. Then we had to go back out and smoke again to recuperate.

    After that I didn’t see him again. I went over to the darkest area of the mats, where you had sex more by feel than by sight. I got in several men, sucked a lot of cock, had several more men in my hole, but didn’t get any more loads. By this time the men were getting tired and empty. I thought the last guy I was fucking was a younger guy; at least he was smaller than I was. It was so nice to lie on him and feel his muscular body under me and feel him respond to the fucking. I got off a small load, all I had left, and went flat a lot too soon, but he seemed to really like it.

    We got up and went to the showers together, and that was when I really got to see what he looked like. I guess he was about 28, bearish, slight beard, about the same height as me, 5’8”. We chatted as we cleaned up and I learned he was from out of town, just here for the holiday and had a friend who recommended our party to him. He said he was glad he came, but sorry he was late and didn’t get as much sex as he had hoped for. He had taken Metro to the party and needed a ride back to his hotel, so I offered to give him a ride. Long story short, he ended up in my bed that night, and by the time we got home and in bed, I gave him a better fuck that night, and an even better one the next morning. When I dropped him off at his hotel, he sure had that “Freshly Fucked” look, and a big smile on his face. I got his cell number and hope to see him again before he has to go home.

    Jerry Prince

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    6/4/08


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  • Jose

    JOSÉ

                                                                   by Mighty Mouth

                Caution: this story is full of foul language and obscenities. If your virgin ears can’t deal with it, tune in to a different story.  ☺

              José is a 35 year old Puerto Rican cop in a large eastern city. From a very early age, he wanted to make a good life for himself. He was raised in a semi-ghetto and longed to escape it. When he was 19, he enrolled in the police academy. It was easy, since the force was looking to hire more minority members. José is macho, muscular, and tough. He has to be tough because of the neighborhood he grew up in. He is 5′ 11″ and good-looking.

                After police academy, he asked to be put on the motorcycle squad, because he knew he would enjoy the thrill of speed. He was accepted. Several years after he began his patrol, a catastrophe occurred. He was chasing a high-speed motorist to give a ticket. Somehow he lost control of his bike and smashed headlong into a wall. The impact was so great that his helmet flew off, he broke his nose, his cheek bones, and most of his teeth. He also suffered a severe fracture in his right leg.

                Luckily, a good-Samaritan motorist stopped immediately, and came to his rescue, phoning an ambulance. José had to spend three months in the hospital and receive plastic surgery. While there, he vowed to never mount a motorcycle again.

                For some reason, his police health plan did not cover teeth implants.  He didn’t have the money, so he opted for false teeth, which his health plan accepted. But José didn’t mind having dentures! In fact, he kinda liked the idea. Why? José had a little secret. He discovered when he was a teenager that he was gay.

                This gave him a lot of problems. He asked himself, “How this could happen to a macho guy like me?” He didn’t have anyone to talk to. He began to take nightly walks to clear his head. He started to frequent a park near his house. To his surprise he discovered that it was hangout for gays.  He got some blow jobs from older men, one without teeth, which was superior to the others.

                After some time, he decided that he wanted to try sucking a dick. One night he came across a guy his own age and they went into the bushes. The kid was macho also, but José didn’t know whether he was straight or gay. José sucked him off, but he didn’t try to reciprocate. So José got blown by another guy. He decided that night that he loved to suck cock.

                Thus it was of no great import if José decided to use dentures. He remembered the toothless cocksucker, and decided that he would like to give the same kind of head. He quickly learned that guys loved it, and he became popular in the park.

                After his recuperation, he asked to have a desk job. He was told that there was an opening for a youth counselor, and his boss thought he fitted the description, although he was only 25. José took a course in youth counseling. He never discussed his sexual persuasion, and no one ever asked why he wasn’t married. He was to deal only with first-time offenders who had not committed a serious crime. Because he was tough, he was assigned young punks to work with. He offered them probation if they didn’t commit another offense. But he explained that if they broke the law again, or failed to show up for counseling while on probation, they would be sent to jail.

                During his interviews with the offenders, no one was to enter the room. After a week on the job, the guard stuck his head in the door to José’s office, and said, “I’ve got a real beaut for you. He’s the most arrogant kid I ever ran into.”

                “Bring him in, let’s see what I can do with him.”

                The guard shortly returned with a Rican kid of about 18, who was handcuffed. The kid showed some surprise that José was also Puerto Rican, but yelled out, “Why the fuck was I brought in here?”

                José, in a calm but authoritative voice answered, “Hey shithead, shut the fuck up. I’m going to do most of the talking here.”

                But the kid persisted, “I’m not afraid of you, you asshole cop!”

                So José told the guard, “Plan B today,” who knew exactly what José meant. Plan B was as follows: If a kid was particularly aggressive and hostile, the guard would unfasten his cuffs, and order him to strip naked. It was a humiliating experience for an arrogant young punk. When the guard asked the kid to undress, naturally he refused.

                The remainder of the exchange between José and the kid is in Spanglish, but I have translated it into respectable English. José shouted, “Listen mother fucker, if you don’t do as told, I’ll charge you with disobeying a cop, and you will be in greater hot water.” So reluctantly the kid complied. José took a quick look at his dick, and liked what he saw.

                And now for Part 2 of Plan B. Attached to José’s wall are arm cuffs and leg cuffs. The result is that any person put there is forced into a spread eagle position. It’s not for torture, just to speed up the interrogation. “Take him to the wall,” Jose ordered the guard, who escorted the kid, screaming in protest. He was finally getting afraid. The guard then left the room.

                Once the kind was in shackles, José began. “What’s your name?”

                “It’s Chico.”

                “And your whole name? I’m not talking about your pretty asshole, but your family name, if you know it. And if you refuse to tell me, I’ll ram my prick up your shit chute.”

                “Ok, it’s Gonzalez, you son of a bitch.”

                “I told you to stop cursing me,” José yelled, as he pinched Chico’s nipples. 

                “Hey, faggot, stop that!”

                “I’m no faggot, and you may not be either, I don’t know. So you are Speedy Gonzales. I’ve always wanted to meet you Speedy. But a warning: if you don’t put a brake on your crime life, guess what will happen.”

                Really angry, Chico shouted “I’m gonna call the guard,”.

                “You can scream all you want. Nobody is going to come in here, so don’t waste your breath. Let’s have a change of pace. I’m gonna show a porno movie on my computer Do you like to watch porn?”

                “Who doesn’t,” Chico replied.

                Even restricted as he was, after a couple of minutes, Chico’s dick began to harden. José commented, “Well, I see you are getting hard, and you got a nice size prick.” Chico did not reply. He was proud of his carmel-colored tool and liked the compliment.

                “Now tell me what you did that got you here,” José demanded.

                “I grabbed a little old lady’s purse.”

                “And unluckily for you, there was a squad car just around the corner, you chicken shit bastard.” José continued, “Your dick is hard and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it. I’ll bet you would like to stroke it.”

                Chico tried to express indifference, but was not very convincing. “Maybe I can help you,” José suggested in a fatherly voice. With that he began to gently fondle Chico’s cock. Curiously, Chico said nothing.

                José began to jerk off Chico’s dick, and stated, “This is your first offense.  You have two choices: Either the judge will sentence you to time in jail, or I can appear in court with you to plead your case for parole. Whichever, you’re gonna spend tonight behind bars.”

                “How can I get parole?” Chico quizzed, obviously interested. With that question José swallowed Chico’s swollen tool. He gasped in pleasure and disbelief, but otherwise said nothing.  Another wild animal tamed.

                José stopped sucking and said, “Let’s finish this first, then I’ll explain.” With José’s deep-throat and toothless sucking, Chico came fast. José unshackled Chico, and told him to sit down beside his desk, shutting off the porno.

                Once free, Chico almost started to embrace José in thanks, but didn’t. José explained, “Here’s how it works. You visit me once a week for counseling for six months.  I will want to know how you week went and if you are staying out of trouble. And if you wish, you could get the same enjoyment as today.”

                ”It’s a deal,” Chico replied, shaking José’s hand. Obviously all of this was touching a deep reservoir of emotion that Chico had never brought to the surface.

                José assured him, “I’ll go with you to court tomorrow. Rest assured. Everything’s gonna be OK. But if you get into trouble again, it’s jail for you. I’m gonna trust you for now.”

                And so Chico was put on probation, and dutifully reported to José every week, as promised. After a while José realized that the kid’s life was turning around. And José also rescued other bad boys.

                Conclusion: The moral of this story is that every arrogant young punk should get a fabulous blow job from a fatherly figure that would change their lives.  It might reduce the prison population. ☺

  • Park Encounter

    I saw him when I first got to the park.  He was walking around with some lady that was probably his wife.  They looked like they were trying to find a spot to have a little picnic.  I really couldn’t stop staring at him as he was such a strikingly hot daddy.  I could tell he was between 50 & 60 years old, closer to the later.  I’d never been really hot for older guys, but I’ve had my fair share and some of their experience just makes it so much better than some 21 year old novice who just wants to get off.  Oh yeah, I’m 27;  So not really too mature yet, but old enough to know that experience can’t be overlooked.  

    Anyway, back to Mr. Amazing.  He had a shaved bald head with a full beard that was peppered grey and black.  The man was stacked, too.  He was thick with hairy muscles under his paid shirt that was opened enough to see a vast rug of grey hair on his chest and with his sleeves rolled up, I could see he was covered with tats.  There was an absolute confidence about him and I could just tell by his body language that he was 100% man.  No girly features at all.  My cock definitely jumped at the site of him, but alas, he seemed to be really into this chick as they were being coy with each other and playful.  I had hoped they were just friends, but my mind said that I was wasting my time. 

    Occasionally our eyes would meet, but we would both look away.  After the first couple of times of me turning my head to act like I wasn’t looking, I had decided that if we caught our eyes together again,  I was going to keep my gaze on him to see if he returned the favor.  

    My buddies and I were there to play some Frisbee Golf as it was a warm end of May day and the sun felt like a warm blanket to cover our bodies from the chill in the air.  I kept glancing in his direction to see if he was still around and thankfully, he and his girl didn’t go away from us.  They laid on the hill on a blanket as my friends and I were playing Frisbee.  I can’t express how gorgeous a day it was, but then it could have been even better seeing him.  It was definitely warm enough to go shirtless, so that’s what I did. I was no stranger to the gym, but I was no way near this Alpha specimen that had sprawled out on ground.  

    Then it happened,  in one of my many glances his way, he caught me looking at him and this time I kept my stare and so did he.  It seemed like hours, but I’m sure it was just seconds, but we both seemed to be looking deep at each other.  I was pleasantly shocked that he kept his gaze too, but it also made me nervous, because I couldn’t tell if it was a “I’m gonna fuck you up, if you keep staring at me” or an “I’m gonna FUCK you if you keep staring at me.” look. It was serious though.  Serious and long enough for his girl to smack him to get him to pay attention to her.  He looked back swiftly again, and then finally, he broke our gaze with what I thought was a wink and I know I must’ve turned red.

    I tried my best to stop looking at him, but it was futile.  He was like honey to a bee. I really was enthralled by this man. I had to make conscious efforts to pay attention to the game instead of him.  I was doing really well for a while.  I had caught two throws where I really had to jump for them and I was proud of myself in a show off way to this daddy.  He noticed one of great catches and he nodded in appreciation.  

    Then, disappointment set in as the guys wanted to move further down the course, so there was no more interaction between us for about another hour.  It was hard to keep my mind on the game and every chance I got, I kept looking back to see him still there on the blanket.  

    We finally got back to his area and that’s when he did the one thing that had me light headed and I literally begin to salivate over him.  He took off his shirt.  Not only was he covered in muscles and hair, his fur was two toned, with the grey chest hair that meshed into a dark forest trail down his rock hard abs to his navel.  The clincher was that he had a nipple ring on each, thick juicy nipple and I wanted to just suck on them for hours.  His chest was really fully packed and there was such a thickness to him that his pecs pointed a little down.  His biceps were bigger than baseballs, with veins all over them and they rolled on his upper arms with skin tight power.  This man was sex incarnate and my body was telling me it was starving for him.  I literally think my cock bolted up a few inches in seconds. I was mesmerized. Thankfully he didn’t look my way or I would have been a complete wreck.

    I must have been staring at him for far too long, because I was so taken by him, that I didn’t see my friend throw the Frisbee at me and it smacked me in the side of the face. I fell down and low and behold, he stood up as if he was worried if I was alright.  I sheepishly smiled in embarrassment to him and all who had witnessed my stupidity as I waived that I was okay.  My buddies were laughing their asses off and as I touched my temple I could feel the warm liquid of my own blood.  I told the guys I was going to sit it out for a bit and they ribbed me about being a mama’s boy.  Little did they know, I wanted to be Daddy’s boy.  I know..bad pun. 

    Anyhow, I figured I should go to the bathroom and get it taken care of.  There were like 6 bathrooms at the park, but since I felt really embarrassed, I decided to go to the one that was the most secluded and a good 300 yards away.  These set of restrooms were far off the beaten path and were basically hidden by the main area of the park.  You had to walk through a brush area and down a trail to them.  In fact, you had to have been there before to know they even existed.  They were hardly ever used. Yeah, you see where I’m going with this…but you don’t know everything.  I sure as Hell didn’t. 

    As I started walking toward it, I looked back and noticed that the daddy was gone and that his “girl” was packing up the stuff and she didn’t look all that happy.  I shrugged it off, feeling, disappointed, and I turned back around and walked to the restroom.   As I walked I not only felt the pain of my cut, but the pain of not saying goodbye to the man who had actually looked concerned about me. Jesus, what a fine Daddy.  

    I walked through the brush and down the trail and I was greeted by the best sight I had all day.  There he was, standing in the doorway to the men’s room, with his hand almost resting on his crotch.  He looked at me and said, “So, you want some help with that?”  I figure it’s the least I can do, since I was the cause of your distraction!”  He chuckled. 

    I nodded, in acceptance of my embarrassment and walked over to him.  I uttered, “I’m really sorry sir….but…but…Oh Fuck it… you’re really…um…HOT!!”

    He laughed even harder and said, “Well thanks, but I think we need to get this taken care of first.  Come here, baby, and let Daddy take care of you!”

    “But….but what about the lady you were with, isn’t she…“

    “Her???  That’s my sister.  We come here every third Sunday just to catch up with our lives and…” he chuckled again.  “She knew I was hot for you since you and I first started eyeing each other.  You’re one hot mother fucker, yourself, that’s for sure.  Still, she’s not happy that I’ve cut our visit short because I’m about to fuck another hottie.   Heh.  But…she seems to think there’s something special about you and I do too.”  

    I walked over to him and we kissed. Just a pec, and then he opened the door to the restroom, put his hand on my back and guided me in.   As soon as we were in there, he bolted the door and said “we don’t want to be disturbed, do we?” Then he pulled out a hanky and got it wet.  He began to nurse my wound and soon all the blood was gone.  For being such a huge brut, he was so incredibly tender.  But that was the end of it. 

    When he put the hanky down in the sink, he turned around and kissed me again…Hard. We were both sweating and our wetness passed between us as our arms interlocked around our bodies in a heated embrace.  Our tongues entertwined and he litereally sucked on mine for a spell.  His body was like stone; hard, thick, strong and unyeilding.  He pinned me against the wall and I felt his cock through his pants and for a moment it scared me.  It was huge.  I was sure it was well over 10 inches and it ran down the side of his leg as big as I had ever felt against me.  He took his right hand and grabbed my rock hard cock too and we both moaned.  Then he said, “Daddy’s gonna make his new boy feel REALLY GOOD!! I haven’t cum in over 2 weeks, if you can believe that. Thank God, there’s a lock on this door, cause we’re gonna be a while and I ain’t gonna wanna stop until at least the third dump of my cum in ya. I hope your up for it?!  Well, it doesn’t matter either way, cause you’re getting it!!!”

    I agreed in complete servitude and admiration “Yes, Sir…Whatever you say, Sir!!!  I”m your dirty cum pig and you…you are my Alpha Daddy!!”

    Part 2 coming soon.


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  • Pleasing my Daddy

    I am not sure if it is the knowing what is going to happen or the actual act occurring that is more erotic. Having spent the previous evening cleaning my colon and stretching my sphincter I was going return to the man I called “Daddy”.

     Last week was our first time together after a few months of online banter. I had told him over those months some of my most base sexual secrets and our evening had progress along those lines. After entering his house and dispensing with the awkward first time conversation, I was told to get comfortable and quickly doffed my clothes and got on my knees in the subservient position. Daddy had stood in front of me with just enough distance between us that I was having to bend to shower kisses on the end of his hanging penis.

     He took a few steps back and made me crawl towards him asking for his permission to continue sucking his cock. I was told to lick his balls and fell on them with a vigour that could be described as animalistic. They were a wonder, as big as plums and pendulous in a sac that was shorn of all hair. Opening my mouth I let one, then the other, slip in and proceeded to run my tongue all around them and applied just enough pressure with my lips to cause Daddy to moan appreciatively. Letting them pop out with a sound like a cork made Daddy’s knees buckle and without permission I swallowed his now erect penis. That was no small feat as he did not lie when he told me that he sported an 7″ long and 6″ thick cock.

    All I did was put that wonderful cock deep in my throat and left it lie there. Breathing through my nose, like a good cocksucker, I waited for a response from Daddy. I stared him in the eyes and waited. He let me wait for what seemed an eternity and then pulled out until the head was brushing the back of my lips and then pushed all the way back in. I was waiting for him to do that and fell on his penis with some gusto which he took as a signal to furiously fuck my throat.

     Not sure if anyone out there has been throat fucked while kneeling but that is a difficult position to be in and be able to please.  I am a great cocksucker without a gag response but when my throat is being bullied the way Daddy was using mine, it is a task to continue swallowing any size cock. I put my hands on Daddy’s legs to slow him down knowing that I was in for some sort of discipline. I pulled back and lay down of the chesterfield with my head hanging over the arm and once again swallowed Daddy’s angry cock. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into my throat with no worries of him hurting me-not that it mattered to him at all! I was there for his pleasure and he was going to get all that he needed.

     Daddy had my mouth and throat for a few moments and then he pulled out and let me hang there begging for more of his abuse. He gave me that discipline by grabbing my ears and forcing his cock all the way in my mouth so that his balls were resting in my eye sockets. He just left himself there for a few moments until he thought that I was ready and then just rocked his hips and once again was fucking my throat in a manner that had me drooling spit like a tap in a matter of minutes. Daddy took some pleasure in the fucking of my face when he started long dicking me; he had the entire length of his cock pulling out and pushing right back to the roots. My body was twitching and his balls were starting to tighten, my reward was imminent.

     It was during these long strokes that he pinched my nose shut making breathing next to impossible. That seemed to make little difference to him and he was continuing to assault my mouth-I loved it!! I could feel his cock thicken and his balls pull tight but that is the last thing I remember because I passed out. Daddy told me he did not know I did and had continued to thrust in my mouth and said he came in a big way then realised I was out. All I know is that my mouth was sore in a great way and I had cum all over my face.

     Daddy lifted me up off the chesterfield and let me get some air back into me. His display of affection was touching and I showed him how much I appreciated it by cleaning his cock and balls of all cum. He held my head tenderly on his cock and I knew what was coming next when he unloaded a stream of hot sweet piss down my throat and pulled out to let some dribble on my face and in my hair. I looked up at him with a loving glance and hummed as I swallowed his soft cock into me just loving it.

     We took a quick nap and when I woke his cock was still in my mouth and getting hard again. Daddy had a different plan at this time and pulled his cock out of me, got off of the chesterfield and pulled me up with him. We made our way into his bedroom and he lovingly pushed me onto the bed. He told me to get on my hands and knees with my ass up in the air and I quickly did so. I could hear him rustling around and the next thing I knew my ass was on fire from the swat of the paddle hitting it. Daddy grabbed my hair pulling my head back and with the other hand stuffed a penis gag into my mouth. He tightened the strap and forced my head back down focusing his attention on my upright ass. Once again I could hear him moving around and waited for the paddle to strike instead I got a warm hand spreading my cheeks and then a small insertion in my ass. The feeling of being filled from this was very weird and Daddy started to tell me that he was filling my ass with a mixture of AstroGlide and lidocaine so that I would be nice and slippery for what was going to come next.

     What was next was a proper tanning of both my ass cheeks by the paddle and a nice sized plug forced in my rosebud. The feeling of both the numbing qualities of the lidocaine and the plug caused me to wiggle my ass like a stripper and that got me a few more paddles on the ass. I was now filled on both ends and had a flaming red ass when Daddy grabbed my balls in his hand and pulled them away from my body quite forcibly. He attached a large collar and separator to them and let go. Now I was excited! He was following some of the suggestions from our month long verbal foreplay and if he kept doing so I was going to be a very sore cocksucker.

    He continued with the bondage path and cuffed my wrists behind my back leaving me lying on my face with the gag cutting off my breathing somewhat but he continued as if that did not matter. Once again my cheeks were the focus of his attention and this time he used a bamboo cane and laid stripes up the back of my legs and on both cheeks. I did not know how proficient he was with the cane and soon he had me closing in on the zone that is known as “sub space”.  

      I was having difficulty breathing, I was gagged and bound and was receiving a beating that could only be described as brutal and I was loving it! The cane gave way to a flogger and once again my ass was screaming with the heavy handed strokes Daddy gave me.  Without any notice he stopped the beating and I could feel the plug in my ass being pulled out, the bed moved and my knees were spread apart so that Daddy could gain access to my back door. There was no need for him to be gentle or loving and he wasn’t, he just ploughed his thick cock in and started fucking me like there was no tomorrow and he kept saying things like “this will loosen you up” and “slut you are so stretched out now”.

      After the second stretched comment he pulled out and once again attacked my ass cheeks, this time with his bare hand and between each slap he rubbed the pain further in. 

    After a while he took more time rubbing and soon he was sliding fingers down the crack of my ass caressing my distended rosebud and further down to my bound balls which he gave a light tap every time he got there. It was my ass he was focusing on though and soon he was slipping a finger in every time he slid by and then it was two, three and before I knew it he was duck billing his hand gently pushing his hand in past my sphincter.

     I tried to move but being cuffed with hands behind me it was difficult. I gave a resigned sigh and Daddy told me that if I was good he would release my hands and ungag me. With that statement I did what I thought he wanted and pushed back on his hand forcing him in past the wrist-I saw stars and went over the top in pleasure and came in thick ropes all over the bed. Daddy was not happy about that and made me eat it up before the cum soaked into the sheets. He was true to his word though and after he slowly pulled his hand out of me took the cuffs off and massaged my shoulders. Then he undid the strap on the gag and dropped his cock in my open mouth. I sucked on it for a while and then he said he had other plans.

     He flipped me over on my back and once again started putting his hand back in me, this time going right to the whole hand which I eagerly took into me. After a few moments of slipping in and out he pushed in and made a fist, seating his hand firmly in my channel. If you have never had someone fist you I am not sure how to describe the feeling; full, tight, invaded, ecstatic they all pale but give an indication. It is amazing how a fist feels as it is clenched tight and released when inside a body. It took a short while but he started to twist his fist around and slowly pull back but not out, the intent being to get me open to the feeling of a fist and relax my muscles so we could go deeper later.

      After a few minutes of his clenching, twisting and pulling we both agreed that it was time to start going deeper and there was more lube inserted through a small tube and then Daddy opened his fist slowly which once again caused me some incredible feelings but I did not cum. With his hand duckbilled again he slowly worked it around, twisting and pushing, working it deeper and then pulling back and doing it again.  It took a bit of time and some more lube but Daddy did work in until he was, or I was, half way up his arm. We stopped at that point and he pulled back until I was resting on his wrist at which time I told him I wanted to sit up. It took a bit of manoeuvring but soon I was sitting or rather kneeling on my haunches with his wrist and hand still twitching inside of me. I started to pull myself up while clenching hard on his hand and soon I was able to stand on my own.

      I gave both of us a moment and  then had Daddy place his elbow on the bed with the rest of his arm up like he was arm wrestling; grabbing hold of his shoulders for support I looked him in the eyes, gave him a wonderful kiss and while doing that sat on his arm. I don’t know why I did but it seemed like the right thing to do and he went right up to his elbow with his tight fist forcing the wind and cum out of me in a whoosh. Daddy was caught unaware but quickly started working his fist inside of me and at the same time gave my softening cock a loving slurpy lick.

     I lay back, pulled my legs in the air and told Daddy to fuck me like the slut I was. It took some doing on both of our parts but soon he was pistoning his arm into the depths of my bowels and I was talking it all right to the elbow! It was after a few moments that there was a glimmer in Daddy’s eye and he pulled his arm out to the wrist and twisted it around until my rosebud just gave out and his fist popped out. He pushed his fist back in my ass and I was so loose that he was punch fucking me as if there was no resistance whatsoever. This went on until I could no longer endure the pleasure and ecstasy that was waving through my body and I came once again but this was more like a whole bunch of precum oozing out than a proper cumming. Daddy took that as a cue and slowed the pistoning and pulled his fist out of my now sloppy slack ass. He kept his gaze fixed on me and leaned in gave me a loving kiss and hug. We fell asleep that way and when I woke he was still wrapped around me.

     I worked myself out of his embrace without waking him, worked my way down his body and took his cock into my mouth and proceeded to make him hard; it was during those moments he woke and stroked my head. I looked into his eyes and thanked him for taking me on a journey we started on when we both logged onto that dating site. I finished giving him a most wonderful loving blowjob, swallowed his load and we snuggled again until we fell asleep.

     We are talking about doing some more of the things I told him about in our many months of foreplay, can’t wait!!


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  • Finally A True Story

    This story is 100% non-fiction.

    Normally it’s not easy for me to get some action. I’ve tried hook-ups through Adam4Adam and Craigslist. Normally I just find old guy’s wanting young twinks, risky public play or hairy, disgusting, overly obese guys wanting to get fucked. So I usually post an ad direct and to the point.

    They host, seeking a good blowjob or safe fuck. Sometimes I get a reply, sometimes not. I have noticed I get especially more aroused at night. So I had posted an ad while I was sitting outside a local laundromat seeking a mouth or ass to fuck. I got a few replies but one actually replied back to my responses.

    So I ask him what he’s down to do and an ass pic. What I get back made me hornier and I had to have him. He sends me a pic of his sweet, sexy, smooth black ass. He was older than me by 10 years but I didn’t care, I wanted him. I enjoy watching a sexy black man getting fucked by a white guy or another sexy black man.

    So I ask him how late he’s available and where he’s hosting from. He says he’s available all night and staying at a Hilton, a 7 minute drive from me. By the time we got it all set up, I had already dried and folded my laundry and loaded it into my truck. I literally booked it for his room. Going 80 on the freeway, speed limit tops off at 75. I grab my condoms, make myself presentable because I’m walking into a luxurious Hilton hotel.

    I casually walk in like I belong there and wander around looking for the elevators, I want this guy bad. I finally find the damn machine and take it to the 4th floor then I wander around some more to find his room. Once I have located it, I knock to no response. Fuck, he fell asleep or flaked. I email him from my phone again. A couple employees walk by me but just smile and keep on walking.

    After 10 minutes, he finally opens the door in a towel. He had cleaned up and made sure he was fuckable. As soon as he stripped off his briefs and shirt, he laid flat on his stomach on the bed. I quickly undressed and admired this sexy black man before me. I rubbed my hardening cock on his ass, dry humping him and teasing him.

    Now normally I don’t rim an ass but I couldn’t resist myself. I spread his firm ass cheeks apart and buried my tongue into his hole. Licking, running in circles, tongue fucking him, spitting on his hole, getting it all nice amd wet. I grab a condom, roll it on then ease myself into his ass. I wanted to enjoy every second.

    I start off slow, leaning on my hands with the intent of cumming amd going. But as I watched my hard white cock pumping his even sexier black ass, I changed my game. I leaned over, started kissing on his neck, nibbling on his ear, thrusting slowly but deeply into his sweet ass. He moans out underneath me everytime my hips slap his ass then I get fast and hard then back to slow and deep.

    After 10 minutes, I have him roll over onto his back. I suck and nibble at his hard nipples before plunging my hungry cock back into his ass. Now, again, I did something I really don’t do because of bad experiences but I kissed him. Pecking, open mouth, tongue wrestling. This guy is the best male kisser I’ve had. His legs wrapped around my waist, hands caressing all over my back. My hard cock pumping his ass hard and deep. How I haven’t came yet, I don’t know but I’m enjoying myself. 

    Another 10 minutes goes by when I lay back and he quickly jumps onto my cock. Bouncing his sweet ass up and down my cock, hungry for it. I’m grabbing and smacking his ass as our lips are locked in hot embrace. 5 minutes go by when I have him lay back on his stomach. After fucking him slowly again, I ask him if I can bare fuck him. He gives me permission. I pull out long enough to remove my condom, rim him again then slide back home. 

    This time I’m fucking him harder, deeper, he moans out in lust under me begging for my cock, begging for my cum. 15 minutes goes by before I finally unload inside his sweet ass. I pull out slowly and still hard. He turns towards me and begins sucking on my cock. I lay back on the bed as he slowly sucks my cock clean. But I’m still horny.

    So I get back behind him and begin jerking off, admiring his sexy ass. I’m hard but not getting anywhere jerking off. So I slide my cock into his cum filled hole and begin fucking him again. I can’t help it, I’m enjoying my cock in his ass. Seeing my hard white cock sliding in and out, in and out. Sometimes pulling out completely and sliding  back in. I keep this up for 10 more minutes before pulling out and unloading my 2nd nut all over his hole. I just made an oreo.

    By this time, I’m highly satisfied, sweaty but yet still wanting more. He is the best fuck I’ve had in 30 years. Even in his briefs, he is sexy. We talk for a few as I cool off, hug and go our seperate ways. I got there at 9:30, when I get back to my truck, it’s 10:30. Still kinda sweaty so on my drive back, I stick my head out the window like a dog to cool off and dry off my hair. I slept good that night but if I had the opportunity to, I would have spent the entire night cuddling and fucking him. I would have in a heartbeat.


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  • My Very Pleasurable Prostate Exam

    Yesterday, I had my very first prostate exam by some middle aged man from India at a small independent office in Brandon, Florida, near Tampa. I figured it was about time I had a check up since I’m now age 46, and I’d never had one yet. I got there, went into his office, and he handed me a gown to wear. He stepped out of the room so I could undress and put on the gown. 

    After a few minutes had past, he returned and told me to lay on my back, on top of an exam table, or whatever the thing was called. The table top was very nice and was comfortable to lay on. He then had me fold both of my legs backward as far as I could, so I did, and my butt was at the very edge of the exam table. I thought it was kind of odd to be in this position. 

    The gown did very little to nothing of hiding my private area. He had a male assistant spread and hold my butt cheeks wide apart while the doctor used his gloved index finger to apply some kind of gel lubricant to my very exposed anal opening. He dabbed a lot more of the gel onto his finger again, but this time, he slowly inserted his finger all the way up my rectum as far as it would go. He did this while twisting his finger back and forth. 

    His finger then pressed against my prostate gland, and to my delight, it immediately felt pleasurable. He took a long time with the exam, of what seemed like at least ten minutes or so. He pulled his finger back out of my anus, and both, the doctor and assistant looked directly at my dilated anal opening. I was very embarrassed being in this position because I knew I was fully exposed to them, and they could see everything, and I mean everything. 

    After the doctor performed the prostate exam on me, he said he didn’t notice anything unusual. I was so relieved hearing him saying that. Just as I was about to step off the exam table to get dressed, he said wait, not-so-fast, I’m not done yet. He told me he needed to check my ejaculatory tract and function performance, which I have never heard of? I was surprised by his request, and at first, I was a little hesitant, but he kept on urging me on and insisted that I needed to have it done. I finally gave in and told him okay, if it’s really necessary, then do it. 

    He had me get into the same position again on the table, with my legs folded back. He pressed his thumb hard and directly onto my perineum. This actually caused me to get a lot more aroused and I started to get an erection, even though I tried my best not to get one. I happened to notice a huge erection bulge in the doctor’s trousers, so I knew he was also aroused, which made me become really suspicious of him. I looked beside him and I was shocked to see that his assistant also had an erection showing through his pants. I knew something was up then.

    A lot of Cowper’s fluid, which is a clear thick liquid, started to flow from my penis. They told me not to be embarrassed by it, and said that it happens a lot with almost all their patients. I was still very embarrassed from being fully exposed in front of them like that for such a long time in their full view. My Cowper’s fluid was oozing out so much, that it ran down the length of my penis, and into my pubic hair. I knew if he kept on touching my perineum, I was surely going to have an ejaculation, which I guess was part of the exam?

    The next thing that happened, totally caught me off guard. All of a sudden, the doctor took his right hand and started to masturbate my now fully erect penis, which completely took me by surprise. I asked him what are you doing sir? He said relax,this is required for the exam. I said what, you’ve got to be kidding me? I mean he really started to stroke that thing good.

    I was speechless and I didn’t know what to say to him next. After a minute or so of him doing this to me, I must admit I started to really like it, and I let him keep doing it. At this point, I didn’t care, because it felt so good. I’m pretty sure this wasn’t supposed to be a part of the exam. I decided why not let him have his way with me, since he made me this horny. 

    I consider my self straight, but somehow I enjoyed him stroking and touching my penis. He even massaged and played with my nut sac with his fingers, which also felt very nice. The doctor’s assistant just smiled at me and continued to watch the action. The doctor once again pressed hard onto my perineum, and this time, he caused me to have an orgasm and ejaculation. I shot out a fairly powerful stream of semen,and he said, wow, that was impressive. 

    Even the assistant was impressed and said that I produced a large amount of semen, and that it looked very white and thick. He said that’s a good sign that my semen and sperm is very healthy. Immediately after I shot my cum load, I was extremely embarrassed about them seeing me do that. Well, even though the doctor made me have an orgasm, I still feel like I was somewhat violated. I quickly got dressed, paid him, and got the hell out of there. 

    I’m not sure if I’ll ever go back to that place again or not? I should have known better and listened to my first instinct about him when I first walked in. No wonder he only charged me $28.00. He sure fooled me, but it’s a lesson well learned I guess. I just can’t believe I actually fell for it and let him take advantage of me like that. Even so, I have to say that I very much enjoyed and appreciated him bringing me sexual pleasure. 

    I’m not going to lie, it felt fantastic. I now wonder about my own sexuality after all this. I never thought that another man could bring me to orgasm, and so much pleasure, but he did. Maybe I am a little bi-sexual myself after all, who knows? I will never tell my girlfriend about what happened. She would probably leave me if she ever found out I let them do that to me. Life goes on.


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