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Hi my name is Andy, I am a 21 year old theatre worker who recently travelled from United Kingdom to America and managed to find a part time job in a theatre that shows all sorts of films.

One such duty for my job is to go into the auditorium and report any disturbances that the public would be likely to complain about. This is the story of how one such event turned my life around for the better.

Because beforehand my sex life was non existent and I was a closested gay guy. I have a decent build and a nice sized dick but none of the local guys interested me.

Anyway as I went into a particular screen for a film I couldn’t help but notice two distinct shadows at the back of the auditorium moving in sync with one another.

Inquisitive in nature I decided to investigate further in a out of view box which could be accessed by a secret stairway or from the lift and as I quietly entered I could make out the two shadows I were looking at previously. It was an interracial couple and the white guy was deep throating a big meaty cock. I quietly took a picture of this on my cellphone and made my way back down

A couple of days after that encounter I went back to work and went to check on another screen and noticed the same couple in the same row doing the exact same thing so I decided to stick around at the end of the film and put my plan into action.

I held the door open and said my goodbyes to the customers that were actually watching the film and once they all left I walked up towards the back row and along with a colleague of mine we grabbed the men by the shirts and dragged them along the corridor.

Thankfully I had secret access to an office that was currently out of use and I tied the two men on two separate chairs using rope. I tied their hands and ankles to the chair and I watched them closely.

Now obviously they would be trying to grab other people’s attention so I managed to duct tape their mouths shut and used scissors to split their shirts wide open.

One had a muscular body with a lightly haired trail into his pants and the other was also muscular but completely smooth.

I took my cock out of my pants and slapped their faces with it as they looked on with confusion. I then removed the tape from the smaller white guy and shoved my dick in his mouth.

“He’s a good sucker” I remarked to the black guy who was watching us.

Since the room could only be accessed from my card I use to unlock private areas I decided to remove their restraints.

“Ok I want you both to have sex right in this room in front of me” I ordered.

After an initial look of fear the men decided to start passionately kissing each other and I grabbed the bottoms ass and spanked it hard.

I removed my work clothes as well and myself and the black guy are passionately kissing as the white guy sucked on our cocks alternatively.

I make the white guy stand up and bend over the desk displaying his beautiful asshole to us as the black guy got his dick prepared I flicked my tongue inside the white guy and he starts moaning softly. I dove my tongue in and out before taking it out and helping the black guy slide his dick inside.

I watch as he thrusts in and out of his boyfriends ass and I suck on the white guy’s cock and give it a special tongue bath that I could feel his body squirming from the black dick in his ass and my mouth on his cock I could sense that they were both going to cum at the exact same moment and surely enough that is what happened. With my mouth full of cum I passionately kissed the black guy and we shared the cum together.

Once the cum was swallowed I jerked my cock and sprayed my cum all over the faces of the couple I just witnessed having sex.

That was the most exhilarating moments of my life and I hope to have more in the near future

THE END

ALPHA

By Simon Traum

It’s 10:33 on Friday night.

     After a short, angry search for a vacant space, Donny parks the car in the bar’s lot.  A repeating, low bass tone makes itself known as he shuts off the engine.  He’s already buzzed.  His pulse hammers almost in time with the bass tone coming from the building.  There’s a dull pain, low in his stomach, making his abdomen muscles tense unconsciously.  Time for another drink.  Build up a decent head of steam to blow off.  Frustration and alcohol seem to go hand in hand for him.

     The music is much louder inside the building, which is filling up fast.  The bartender greets him, gives him his usual.  He downs half of it at once, looking forward to further effects.  So far, he’s feeling mean.  God help the shithead that gets in his way tonight.  Wouldn’t be the first time he’s ended up in a scrap here.  He knows the owner, who has a weakness for war vets; they never kick him out for good.  He’s aware that the bar’s security team is suspicious of him, but he knows they’re busy right now, too.  It’s coming up on peak hour, and they’ve all got their hands full.  With a building full of rowdy customers jostling around him, they can’t concentrate on Donny.  Just as well, since he doesn’t want anything to do with them if he can help it tonight.

     Except for one.  He looks around, scanning the crowd for him.  He’s got something for that big-ass bastard.

     Ignoring whatever song they’re playing – some country shit – he passes the Men’s room on the southwest corner of the building, and recalls that he fucked a guy up the ass in that bathroom once.  No shit.  It was the night they had the riot here at Trask’s, about a year ago.  Amazingly, Donny missed it since he had his hands full, first fighting, then fucking that dark-haired dude in a sealed stall.  He’s never seen the guy since, which he regrets, but he’s never regretted that fuck.  Sometimes his memories of the weekend are faint or vaguely focused due to the amount of drinking he does, but this one remains vivid.  He can still remember the rush he had for a week afterward, crystal-clear.  He still thinks about the guy when he jerks off.

     He ain’t no faggot, but that was the best fuck he’d ever had.  Well, until recently anyway…

     It’s not enough, though.  It never is.  There’s just not enough fucking in the world to make up for all the bullshit, and now he’s well on his way to drunk and getting increasingly pissed off.  There’s a crop circle developing in the crowd around him.  The regulars know to steer clear when he stumbles or yells or breaks something.  That’s usually about the time security closes in on him.  If not the cops.

     He has a knack for getting arrested.  Everyone seems to know it.

     Watching him, you’d swear he was about to explode with fury.  He’s only in his late 20’s, not a very large guy, but he looks unpredictable and dangerous.  The veins on his neck and forehead are sticking out.  The large, clear blue eyes on either side of his broken nose communicate vexation and psychosis, practically advertising his immanent violent explosion.  His tight, compact body is tensed as his light blond head jerks around, practically glowing in the dark, searching for what?  Most people are probably glad it’s not them.

     Finally, Donny spots him.  That big blond ox of a bouncer who put him in a headlock and threw him around the place three weeks back.  Donny hasn’t forgotten how that felt.  Well, he’s here to pay the big guy back, even if he is twice Donny’s size.  Glowering, he makes a beeline for the bouncer, who’s glancing around, hasn’t noticed him yet.

     He’s gonna nail that fucker.

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Hold on. 

     Back up.

     Before we go there, there’s some stuff about Donny that’s maybe not obvious yet.

     Rewind back to quite a few years previously, to when Donny found himself with a newly broken nose and a split lip in a barracks almost deserted except for Donny, the bigger man who sat on his shoulders, crushing him face down into the cot he was bleeding on, who told him, “Private, don’t make me break your face any more than I already have,” and the other one, who violated him painfully from behind while Donny’s teeth chattered with humiliation and agony.

     No.

     Never mind.  Look away.  You never saw it.  Forget it.

     Donny spends a lot of time forgetting it.

     He doesn’t want to think about that.

     So, instead, let’s take a look at something more recent: a few weeks, not quite a month ago, when Donny found himself at loose ends.

     It was sometime during the afternoon.  He’d been drinking, so the details are fuzzy, but the man’s name was Kane.  With a K.  Australian.  Tall.  Dark.  Yeah, pretty fuckin’ handsome, too, with a way-hot body and the longest dick Donny’d ever seen, but we’re getting ahead of things.  And his boyfriend was Nick, who was Donny’s age and who’d been in the Army, too.  They’d hit it off quick.

     He’d been hanging out by some hotel’s deserted pool, trying to think through the heat and his buzz, trying to ignore the pain he was feeling in his stomach more and more lately.  Wasting what was left of the day.  He didn’t know anyone here, wasn’t entirely sure where he was.  What staff were on duty were busily ignoring him, hoping he’d go away.  He’d been left, abandoned.  Again.  Okay, he’d done some yelling, but he hadn’t punched anyone yet.  They all leave anyway, sooner or later.  Fuckers. 

     Then these two walked out into the sunlight, wearing tiny black bathing suits.  He watched the pair of them from under the shade.  The tall one was clearly in charge.  The other looked younger, had quite a few tattoos, looked ex-military, from the haircut.

     Suddenly, Donny was spellbound, electrified.  His pulse hammered.  It was just the three of them in the pool courtyard, so his attention couldn’t help but focus on them.  Both men were very good-looking, in kickin’ shape.  Donny’s dick stirred in his shorts, catching a buzz of its own.

     The tall one glanced over a few times as the pair spread towels over loungers.  Then they waded into the pool, gradually submerged themselves.  The tall one said something to the shorter one, who nodded and started swimming laps down to Donny’s end of the pool and back.  He went back and forth a couple of times, blue water jumping around him in bright sunlight.  Donny was thinking about getting in too, when the guy hauled himself dripping out of the water right in front of him.

     “Hey,” he said, “my friend and I saw you over there.  I hope I’m not bugging you.  My name’s Nick.”  He smiled.  Donny felt drawn to him immediately.  He had a high-pitched Southern twang to his voice and a body that looked even better up close.  Green eyes.  Little patch of light brown chest hair between his lower pecs.  Small tattoos scattered all over him.  Donny felt like he might swoon.  The guy looked too good to be true.

     “Donny.”  He stood up and offered his hand, slightly dizzy.  He nodded.  “I saw your tatts.  Were you in the service?”  He pointed out his own sole piece just above his biceps.

     “Yeah.  Hey!  You’ve got the dogtags, too!” Nick noticed, putting his own shoulder up next to Donny’s to compare them, almost identical.  Nick’s skin felt warm next to Donny’s, whose cock gave itself an instant pump up.

     “Hell, yeah, brother!” Nick enthusiastically responded.  Abruptly, he grabbed Donny and hugged him hard enough to feel Donny’s pulsing chub pressing against him.  Donny felt panic well up.  He started to squirm, but the dude’s arms were strong and he wasn’t letting go.  Nick drew back for a second, watching Donny, and placed his palm over the bulge in Donny’s crotch.  “Hey, nice,” he murmured, stroking it lightly.  “Now I’m getting one, too.”  He pulled Donny’s hips closer to his so they could rub their bulges together under the shade.  Nick grinned like he couldn’t help it, touched one blunt fingertip to Donny’s earlobe, traced a cool line down his neck, making him shiver.  Donny’s hands tentatively stroked the other man’s skin.  “You should come over and meet my guy,” Nick said softly, indicating the tall man with a jerk of his head.  “It’s only fair, he saw you first.”

     They were gorgeous, both of them.  Donny was smitten.

     Nick was Kane’s boyfriend.  Nick was from Alabama originally, Kane from Melbourne.  They were passing through.  Kane had sent Nick over to get Donny interested.  Even if there’d been competition, they both would’ve wanted Donny.  This was easier than having anyone else in the way, distracting them.  They took him upstairs to their suite, started kissing him, which felt fine.  Their warm tongues lapped against his, getting his cock harder and making him think maybe the day wouldn’t be a total waste.

     Kane liked being in charge.  He took control of the situation immediately after they’d locked the door.  He had a lot of ideas, and he liked to direct.  That should have bugged Donny, but Kane was extremely masculine and very good-looking, and Donny liked kissing him.  After a while, he found himself realizing that he, just like Nick, would do whatever Kane asked, was anxious to please him.  It was only fair, since everything big man Kane told him to do ended up feeling pretty fuckin’ incredible.  Yeah, Donny had no trouble following orders that afternoon, just like being back in the Army again, except it felt good.

     “Brilliant,” Kane said, his Australian accent thick as molasses.  “I was hoping we’d find a nice blond.”  He ruffled his fingers through Donny’s yellow shock, then eased his damp swimsuit down to his feet. 

     “Suck my cock, boy,” he abruptly told Nick in a much harder voice, placing a large hand on Nick’s shoulder.  His long dick was pulsing its way up, a second at a time, to full rampant erection.  Donny couldn’t take his eyes off of it.  It stuck out, gradually extending beyond its foreskin, in front of Kane’s trimmed crotch, huge and pretty as fuck above the fat, low-hanging balls.  Skimming his own bathing suit down his legs, Nick obediently dropped to his knees on the carpet, and Donny watched fascinated as he enthusiastically grabbed Kane’s prong by the base and shoved his mouth over it, wetting its length and stroking it with his lips. 

     Kane moaned loud as Nick began to bob on the huge tool.  Donny’s cock responded with a jump inside his shorts.  He watched, paralyzed and fascinated, as Kane’s eyes closed and the bigger man pumped his hips roughly toward Nick’s face.  “Take it all, boy,” he gasped through his groans.  “Take care of this cock.”  Danny was really starting to dig the accent.

     Then Kane grabbed his head, “C’mere,” and locked mouths with Donny, who couldn’t help moaning himself.  Donny doesn’t kiss much, not even women, but this was just fine.  He could make out with Kane all afternoon.  Kane’s strong hands moved down over Donny’s bare neck, shoulders, chest, sides, found the waistband to his shorts and pushed them down his hips.  The only obstruction was Donny’s jutting hard-on which Kane grasped in his warm paw once it had been freed.  Donny’s arms snaked up Kane’s torso and around his broad shoulders, feeling every muscle on their way.  Kane’s body was naturally smooth and hairless, like Donny’s tightly-muscled frame, just tufts at the pits and crotch, Kane’s hair pitch, Donny’s straw.

     Nick had settled into sitting back over his bent legs, leaning forward on his fists as he diligently took Kane’s now-massive erection in his drooling mouth.  Donny’d never seen a man that handsome sucking a dick and liking it.  Sucking cock was just something you put up with.  But Nick looked like he lived for it, eagerly taking the Australian’s amazing length down his throat.  Donny couldn’t stop staring whenever Kane wasn’t kissing him.  Eventually, Kane suggested, “Why don’t you go down there and help him out?”

     Donny didn’t even think about it, just dropped onto his knees beside Nick.  He watched Nick’s blowjob for a few seconds from the side, noting the position, among other things.  Nick’s cock was sticking up in the space between his kneeling thighs, the disproportionately large head dripping, unnoticed, onto the carpet.  Leaning forward, Donny dragged his tongue up from Kane’s ballsack to the thick, warm base of his pulsing cock and into his short, dark pubes as Nick’s face continued its plunging.  Kane gasped, grabbing the back of Donny’s head, pressing his face hard into his crotch.  Donny looked up as best he could and saw Kane’s head thrown back.  Nice jawline.

     The head righted itself.  “You,” he barked at Nick.  “Back off.  You,” he gripped Donny’s head harder, “get ready to suck.”

     Holding his cock around the base and squeezing so the whole thing bulged and the veins popped, Kane pushed his hard rod roughly into Donny’s obediently open mouth.  He thrust it in and out fast and grunted, “Oh God!” as Donny choked and coughed.  Then he turned back to Nick, shoving the member into his waiting face.  Nick sucked greedily as Donny coughed.

     When he’d recovered some, Kane asked Donny through his panting, “You ready for more, pussyboy?”

     It was the insult that did it. 

     “Fuck yeah!” and Donny was up next to Nick like a puppy at mama’s tit as the big man alternated, switching between their waiting mouths.  Donny still choked now and then, unlike Nick, who got handed the ball a little more often. 

     Then Kane took his prong away. 

     “Kiss him,” he ordered. 

     Becoming truly abandoned now, Nick and Donny fell on each other, sucking wildly at each other’s faces, spittle flying, hard cocks crossed and bumping.  Donny’s erection gulped more than once as he felt Nick’s hard, lightly furry triceps.  An incredible rush rampaged throughout Donny’s innards.  He could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing up.

     Their mouths were glued together when Kane shoved his huge dick in between them, seizing their heads in his hands and fucking between their lips.  By that time, Donny found it difficult to stop touching Nick, whose body felt magnetic somehow and made Donny feel just great.  When Kane put his veiny hard-on, now curved distinctly upwards and needing to be pushed down, back into Nick’s eager maw, Donny ran his hands down the surface of Nick’s body, massaging, touching, exploring.  Nick writhed under his touch, stuck his ass out and wagged it when Donny placed a palm there.  It was a real nice ass, practically talked to him, but just in case he was butt-deaf, Kane advised him as he groped the cheeks and crack.

     “I think he wants you to fuck him.” 

     Donny ran a finger up, investigating Nick’s hole.  He slid right in.  The outside was dry, but the inside had been lubricated.  Nick helped by pushing himself open around Donny’s finger, moaning around Kane’s girth.  Donny’s erection had gone dark red by now and was giving off a palpable warmth, not to mention leaking copiously onto the floor.  He moved around behind Nick, who obligingly raised his butt a few inches for better access, and, taking a breath, placed his swollen purple dickhead at the lips of Nick’s ass.  Nick reached back with both hands and pulled his pretty globes out of the way.  Donny, recognizing the starting gun, pushed quickly inside. 

     “Uh, fuck!” moaned Nick, momentarily letting his mouth fall out of dick-range as he was cranked open.  Two seconds later, though, he was taking it in both ends efficiently again, humming along with his breath as he jackhammered back and forth between the dark giant and the little blond stud.  All three of them were groaning together now, making a hell of a racket. 

     Kane was the first to go off.  He pulled out of Nick’s mouth, screaming in pleasure and shooting his thick load down Nick’s sweaty back and onto Donny’s upturned, fascinated face.  Donny felt his dick expand as he hammered away at Nick.  Some of the come slid onto the top of his mouth and he licked it away, feeling his rush intensify.  Then, still fucking, he leaned forward, licking up some of the load from Nick’s shoulder. 

     He found he liked the position, closer to the floor.  With his hips extended low, he could reach under and wrap his fingers around Nick’s bouncing erection.  It was slick with precome, and Nick whined like an upset baby when he touched it.  Squeezing a little bit meant Nick could fuck his fingers while fucking himself on Donny’s cock.  Nick squealed like a stuck pig, a glossolalia that ended with convulsions, cries and Donny’s sperm-coated fingers, gripping Nick’s hips roughly as he pumped himself to a howling orgasm inside him.  He doesn’t know about the other two, but Donny saw stars.

     They hung out for a few more hours after that.  They were very horny guys, and Donny was happy to oblige.  He knew he’d never see them again.  It always seemed to work that way.  He was lucky to get it at all.

     There was just one awkward moment, when Kane decided he wanted to fuck Donny.

     “Come on,” Kane said commandingly, “You’ll love it…”  He had both hands clamped around Donny’s hard buttcheeks, trying to get at his clenched hole.  It wasn’t gonna work.  Donny knows he doesn’t like being penetrated.  Just don’t ask, okay?  It fucking hurts.  He can’t imagine any real man sitting still and taking it unless he had to.

     Except that guy in the Men’s room at the bar didn’t mind, did he?  Nick seemed to love it, too.  And Nick was clearly a man.

     “What about you, dude?” Donny spat defiantly to Kane, his one moment of rebellion the entire afternoon.  “I ain’t seen your punk-ass take a cock yet, either!”

     Kane looked surprised for an instant, then he grinned wide and shook his handsome head.  “Alright, alright, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, but,” he winked at Donny, “you’re missing out, mate.”

     Fuck that!  Donny wasn’t backing down, no matter how gorgeous Kane was.  “So why don’t you show me what I’m missing and bend over, big guy?”

     Momentarily forgotten, lying on the bed, a naked Nick pointed out, “When you guys get done arguing, I’m still waiting for someone to stick it in me.”

     They compromised by taking turns on his ass until Kane and Nick had to leave for dinner.

     True to form, Donny never saw them again.  He regretted nothing, though.  What was going through his mind was how to hold onto the wonderful, expansive, confident feeling he swam through until it wore off a day or two later. 

     Once that happened, he found himself stuck back in his usual mood: Surly, paranoid, needing a drink to dull the pain.

     Looking for revenge.

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Fast forward.

     A little bit further.

     Back to the bar.

     The bouncer sees him an instant before Donny’s on him.  Lightning fast, he ducks low under Donny’s flailing fists, grabs him around the waist, and wrestles the smaller man backwards into a storeroom.  One huge arm shoots out to slam the door shut, and Donny hasn’t even taken a breath before he finds himself pressed helplessly back against the wall.

     Then the big man’s mouth covers his in the dark, and Donny’s tongue pushes through into his mouth, and they’re clinging to each other desperately, fingers tangling through their blond hair, grinding their crotches together, moaning softly.  “Missed you,” Donny tells him, but the place is so noisy right now he can’t even hear himself.

     It’s a lot like the first time, but the bouncer doesn’t have to feel Donny’s hard-on to figure out he’s horny.  Three weeks ago, he’d had to forcibly keep a ferocious, struggling Donny pinned against the wall, so he could get the thickening cock out of Donny’s pants, fingering it gently.  Donny was murderously pissed off until he noticed the man wasn’t trying to humiliate him and for that matter it felt pretty good.  They’d gotten along fine after that, with the hulking dude getting on his knees and sucking Donny to a mind-shattering climax.  He went home early that night, quietly.

     At a loss as to how to achieve the same result again, Donny came back the next night and pulled the same act on the same bouncer.  They quickly ended up in the same storeroom, but this time the ox let Donny fuck him, which shattered his mind all over again.

     He walked out pleasantly shell-shocked after that.  Oddly, he didn’t think about it much over the next few days, but the following Friday night, he was back in Trask’s, throwing another friendly punch at his favorite bouncer, and every weekend night since.  He’s never been laid this often in his life.  The nightly encounter only lasts about 20 minutes or so, but Donny feels gorgeously drained afterward, every time.  He hasn’t been thrown out or arrested in weeks.  He still works himself up into an anger fit, out of habit mostly, but he channels it all into the sex.  The bouncer doesn’t complain or balk, no matter how hard he gets pounded.  No one can hear shit over the sound system, so Donny feels comfortable bellowing his lust as he hammers away at the big guy’s incredible fuckhole, the pleasurably determined look on both their faces like that of a pair of demons who’ve discovered that someone’s carelessly left Heaven’s back door open.

     They’re at it right now, fucking hard and sweaty.  The big guy’s lying back across some debris with his mammoth dick reclining rigid over his abs, one huge leg draped over Donny’s shoulder while Donny plunges inside repeatedly.  Every once in a while, the bouncer sits up on an elbow, grabs Donny by his sweating hair and drags his head in to kiss him while Donny holds on to the other man’s erection for dear life, still pumping away.

     He’s thinking he might have to come soon, with absolutely no choice in the matter, the big guy’s driving him so crazy, when the door suddenly opens behind him.  Colored lights and deafening noise spill in, ruining the atmosphere.  Donny turns in shock as the door slams and the light, which they haven’t turned on once, blazes traumatizingly across the tiny, cluttered space.  There’s a tall man with short, dark hair and a skintight black SECURITY t-shirt stretched over his impressive build, scowling at them.

     “Jesus, Zark,” the newcomer moans in a deep voice, “you think you could at least lock the door behind ya!”

     “Aw, sheeit!  Lock it, will ya, Billy?” Zark, the bouncer requests.  Billy does.

     “Kill that light, too,” growls Donny.

     “Hey, fuck you, boy,” Billy leans down into Donny’s face, threatening.  Donny stares right back, bottom lip thrust forward, feeling fury building inside.  He ain’t backing down.  He’ll fuck this motherfucker up.

     Feeling like he’s carefully defusing a time bomb, and not for the first time, Zark plants a big palm on Donny’s sweating chest, stroking down his flexed washboard to just above his hip, while shouting at him, “You’re losing your hard-on, stud?” 

     Instantly, he has Donny’s full attention as the smaller man recalls what he showed up for and resumes pounding away at his fuckhole.  Zark, getting what he wants, bears down for more friction. 

     Eventually, Donny notices that the dark man has moved up to the other end of the makeshift table.  He’s removed his shirt, revealing a beautiful coat of dark hair that runs in a wide swath down his well-defined chest to taper to a trail over his abdomen, and he’s getting his thick cock out of his jeans.  Turning Zark’s head to the side, he pushes his dick into the huge man’s mouth, fucks in and out, fingers coiling into Zark’s short blond hair.  One of Zark’s huge arms snakes its way around Billy’s hips, pulling him in even closer.

     All three of them are groaning loud now under the bare bulb in the ceiling.  Donny, seized by something he doesn’t fathom, leans into his fuck, reaching a trembling hand out to stroke Billy’s dark pelt.  He still doesn’t like the guy, but, damn, he looks good!  The other man looks over at him at the contact, decides to allow it.

     Then Zark’s big dick is shooting his milky load back all over his smooth, massive torso.  He didn’t even touch it.  Donny enjoys looking at it so much he comes himself, gasping as he shoots his stuff into Zark’s warm, clutching hold. 

     Billy lasts a minute or so longer, growling and barking as he climaxes with both hands clamped around the back of Zark’s manically puffing blond head.  After a while he opens his eyes again and tells Donny.  “Now you can turn off the lights, Red.”  Donny reaches back to do so.  The three of them huddle in the noisy dark, letting their eyes adjust again. 

     Billy backs off in the gloom to retrieve his shirt.  He’s already put his dick away.  “I don’t know how you do it, man,” he tells Zark.  “You’re gonna get both of us fired some day.  How’d you end up with Red here, anyway?”

     “Why do you keep calling me Red?” asks Donny, still pugnacious.

     “It’s security’s nickname for you ever since you started causing trouble, son,” Billy offers.

     “That don’t make no sense,” Donny thinks they might be making fun of him.  Feels his rage flame start to ignite, flickering to life inside.

     “Yeah, it does,” Zark interjects.  “You should see your face when you’re ready to fight, bud.  Or fuck.  C’mere.”  He seals Donny’s mouth with his, effectively quenching the fire.  Donny luxuriates, wrestling under the huge man’s rough tongue, floating for a few seconds.

     Zark withdraws.  “You’re a real good kisser,” he says in his urbanized Arkansas slur, “but what the hell is your name anyway?”

     “Donny.” 

     “Zark,” Zark offers.

     “Yeah, I figured that out when he showed up,” Donny jerks a shoulder at Billy, who’s standing by the door, waiting for them to get their clothes on.  Well, he won’t have to wait long for Donny.  Zark’s the one who tosses his clothes all over the place.  All Donny has to do is pull his pants back up from around his ankles and pull his shirt back over from behind his neck.  “What kind of name is Zark?” he suddenly thinks to ask.

     “You’re not the only one with a nickname, buddy,” Zark tells him as he hunts for his lost shirt.  He finds it, tries to brush the dust bunnies off, with middling effect.  “Short for Ozark, where I grew up.”

     “And by the way,” Billy barks, “I don’t care if Zark was laid out like a five-dollar hooker a few minutes ago, this bar ain’t no fuckin’ whorehouse, so don’t start making a habit of this.”

     “Too late,” Zark tells him.

     Billy freezes.  “How long have the two of you been doing this?”

     “Weeks,” Zark sheepishly admits. 

     “Here?!?” Billy demands, incredulous.

     “It’s been keepin’ him out of trouble.”  Zark shrugs.  It’s obvious he’s developing a mean crush on the cute, little broken-nosed stud.

     “That makes sense,” Billy allows after a pause.  “He can’t drink himself into a murderous rage if he wears himself out in your revolving door.”

     “That’s unkind, Billy,” drawls Zark, smirking.

     “Aw, you know I love your revolving door, big guy.  What’d I do without it?”

     It won’t be too long before Billy wants another spin himself, and he knows it.  But another possible way to keep Donny off the sauce has just occurred to him.

     “Y’know, Steve’s quitting at the end of the month,” he mentions to the other bouncer.  “We need another guy on the team here.”

     Abruptly, he turns to Donny.

     “Want a job, Red?”

     Donny’s thinking about it.

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I loved feeling his weight on top of me, his hairy chest against my back, and I loved the feel of his beard against my neck as he nibbled on my ears.  He was sweating and that made his hairy chest hairs stick to my back.  As he rose up on his arms to thrust even harder into my ass, sweat dripped off his nose into my hair.  I knew it couldn’t last much longer.  I felt like this would be the final fuck of our night together.

He began thrusting harder as he slid his stiff cock back into and out of my ass.  I finally felt it getting thicker and hotter, and I felt a warmth deep in my ass that meant he was again breeding my ass. He grunted as he gave me the last of his load.  As he slowed his thrusting and eventually stopped, he laid back on top of me again.  Eventually his drained cock slipped out of my ass and he rolled over on my right side.  I rolled to my left and licked the sweat off his face and kissed him as he smiled.  Then we both seemed to relax and slipped off to sleep.

I eventually woke some time later and had to go piss and shit the cum out of my ass.  When I returned to the play bed he was still snoring soundly, so I just got in next to him and snuggled against him and felt his warm body hair against mine, and soon I was asleep again.  Before I slept I remembered what a great evening it had been.

We had met at the bar and he seemed to be the perfect man for me.  He had even more hair than I did, and his was just beginning to turn gray at the temples.  His beard was still fully black, except for the point of his chin, where a few gray hairs were beginning to show.  We both had a beer as we met and chatted, and then when I said I had to go outside for a smoke, he went with me.  I was pleased to see he wanted to smoke, too.

I lit one of my usual and offered him one and he accepted it and a light.  I was pleased when he took a big drag, inhaled and let it out through his nose, as I did.  We were out on the patio of the bar, where the smokers would go when they had to smoke, and I motioned for us to move over into a darker area, so I could kiss him and share the smoke with him.  As it was a gay bar, I figured he would kiss me if I went to kiss him, and after he took a big drag and I did, too, I just leaned over and kissed him, and we both exchanged the smoke as we kissed, and then let it out our noses. 

I had a hand near his crotch and got a feel, and he was as boned as I was.  After a while kissing and feeling up each other, I made the suggestion that he spend the night with me, and he followed me home.  We quickly began kissing inside, and soon the clothes were removed as we made out.  I suggested we go downstairs to the play area.

There was a sling with a table beside it with everything you would ever need, and a nearby table against a wall that had every size dildo on it.  Beside the sling was the play bed, covered in a rubber sheet, with some old sheets over it for comfort.  And there was a St. Andrew’s cross on the opposite wall. 

I never had asked him if he was top or bottom; I just waited to see what device he wanted to use or if I did.  He knew how to get into the sling and into the stirrups and moved down so his ass was out over the end, so all I had to do was get on my knees and eat what I wanted so badly to fuck.

The whole time I was rimming his ass he was moaning and telling me how great it felt.  While I was rimming him I was greasing up my stiff cock and then his ass, and when I stood up I simply moved forward and quickly had my cock embedded in his hole.

I used my greasy hand on his cock as I slowly got him accustomed to a stiff cock in a tight hole, and he eventually relaxed and let me get all the way in.  Then I slowly began to fuck him, and leaned over and resumed kissing him.  Then I began sucking his nips and eventually had to get hold of the chains and his ass, as I began to get into the fuck.

As I got going I began to hear the “fucking sound” so common, where two sweaty bodies were slapping against each other as I got near my climax.  It was unusual not to say anything, but neither of us had said much as we began to fuck.  I was really getting into it, and he seemed to be enjoying it.  He was using his ass muscles to grab me tight when I would pause. 

I finally got into the hot, hard and heavy grunting slaps as I knew I was about to spew.  Then I fired my shots, and I knew he knew it, as I could tell from the way he was watching me and using his ass muscles. As I began to slow down he let go of the chains and got a hand on each of my nips and began to work them, which helps me get and stay stiff, so I was able to keep on fucking until my dick gave out and fell out.  Cum dripped out of his ass onto the pad under the sling.

I went down and rimmed his filled ass and sucked out as much of my cum as was easily available, held it in my mouth and went up to him and gave it to him as we kissed.  He accepted it eagerly.  Then after that he told me what a great fuck it had been and I agreed with him.  Then he said he wanted to get out and I helped him out of the sling.  I held him and hugged him then, and he again kissed me for a long time.

Then he turned me around and practically shoved me back into the sling.  I saw what he was after and climbed in and moved down to the best position, as I know it well.  He immediately began rimming my ass, and I assumed he was using one of the many lubes on his cock.  When he stood and slid home in my ass, I figured he had.  He was stiff and ready for me.  I always clean out and lube up before going to the bar or any sexual event, as you never know whether or not you will be used, so I was really ready for him.

He didn’t need any warm up time, he was ready to fuck, and finding my ass ready for him, he was soon slapping ass, fucking me hard and heavy. Being younger that I and more virile from his age, was soon into the fuck, hot and heavy.  I had expected him to fuck ass, but he was really going to town. He soon had the sling almost vertical, fucking me so hard. He was really slamming his cock home in my ass.  Good thing I was fairly accustomed to it.  I could tell he was good at it and had been for some time. 

The chains were really rattling as he pounded my ass, and his cock seemed to get bigger and hotter, and he fired his shots.  I could really feel it as he came up my ass.  I was loving the hard fuck and the big load.

As he began to fuck less violently he let the sling get back to horizontal, but he kept fucking for a long time, which I enjoyed.  One of the things I have begun to hate is having a top get his rocks off and pull out, or pull out to shoot.  I like the load planted deep and for the top to keep going. I’d never said anything to him about it, so I was pleased with him.

He finally let his limp cock out, and a big wad of cum hit the pad as he did.  I was pretty wasted, so he was very kind to me.  After he had rimmed me and sucked his cum out and shared it with me, he helped me out of the sling and gave me a big hug.  Then he let me collapse on the play bed and got down beside me and we began to kiss each other. 

When we finally paused, I got up and got my cigarettes and an ash tray and lighter and returned and we each had one. As I smoked I remarked, “You know you and I made out in the bar and then you followed me home and we’ve fucked each other, but I don’t know you name and you don’t know mine.”  He smiled as he smoked and said “I’m Paul,” and I responded “I’m Jerry.  Pleased to meet you.”  We both smiled as we finished our smokes. 

Then I put the smokes and ash tray aside and leaned over and began kissing him again.  We both began rolling around, hands all over bodies.  I was enjoying all the hair on his body, especially his chest and back.  And I loved to suck his nipples.  They seemed larger than pencil erasers and had a nice areola around each.  We eventually worked ourselves into a 69 and had each other sucked back up.

Then I lifted his legs and got him on his back and got back into his ass.  He was still lubed with my cum, so it was an easy fuck, and I took my time and hoped he would enjoy it.  I’d had my rocks off hot and heavy in the sling, so this was a simple lover’s fuck, slow and steady, until I got closer.  Then I got into and laid into him heavily, and gave him my small load.  Then I let his legs down and moved over him to give him another big kiss. 

After that we had more rolling around, until he finally got on me with me on my stomach and him on my back.  He just eased into my asshole easily.  I still had plenty of his big load in there and he slid right in.  I had him on top of me, easily sliding his cock into and out of my ass, a smooth and easy fuck.  I loved feeling his weight on me and his beard against my neck.   

When I awakened and realized it had to be morning, as there was light coming through the curtains on the windows, I realized he was awake and had gone to the bathroom, as I heard the toilet flush as he came out.  “Morning,” he said as he returned to the play bed.  “Morning,” I replied, and then we kissed as we both got up.  “I’m ready for some breakfast, if you are,” I said.  “I’m ready too,” he replied.  We went upstairs and I went to the kitchen and began making steak and eggs. 

We ate at the kitchen table, both of us still nude from the night before.  As we finished, I asked “You feel up to more, or would you rather go home?”  “I’m up for more if you are,” he responded, so I took his hand and led him to the bedroom.  I knew the play bed sheets were probably filthy with cum stains this morning, and I would clean them later.  We got on the bed and sucked each other up, and then I asked him if he liked to fuck. He said “Sure I do!”, so I asked him top or bottom, and he said he’d begin as top if I was OK with it.  I got the lube, greased his cock and my hole, and held my legs up and he took over.  He stood on the floor, pulled me to him and put my legs over his shoulder, and slid his cock right up my ass.  Then he proceeded to fuck the shit out of my ass. 

As he was pounding me I was really feeling it.  His stiff cock was rock hard in my hole.  He really got into it and eventually got up on the bed over me and bent my legs back against my chest began to kiss me as he got close.  Then as he was nearing climax, he got my legs up and was holding on to my ankles as he planted his big load. I felt his cock get big and hot and then felt the shots as he fired off in my hole.  It was great.  Sweat fell off his nose onto my face as he held me after cum quit firing.  He stayed in my ass till his cock deflated and fell out.  Then he collapsed onto me and we kissed for a long time. 

Afterwards I told him how great it was to have a fine fuck like he just gave me.  He just smiled.  I really liked him, despite how few words he used.  Then I rolled him over and got into position over him.  I planted my cock up his ass and began to fuck him.  “I know I’m probably older than you are accustomed to,” I said.  “How old are you?” I asked him.  “I’m 35” he responded.  “Shit, I’m almost 70, twice your age.”  I was almost embarrassed to admit it.  “Doesn’t matter,” he responded, “you’re a good fucker and you seem to take it well.” 

That inspired me to try to do as good a job as this young man had just done on me.  I did the best I could, even though I now knew that I was twice his age.  I did the best I could and planted a fairly big load in his ass.  Then I laid on him as I kissed him and thanked him so much for what he had done to and for me. 

I told him I needed to go piss, and he quickly grabbed my arm and said “Don’t waste it, let me have it” and he got down on his knees and opened his mouth.  I was surprised, but I put my dick in his mouth and proceeded to fill it with my piss.  After he had swallowed I told him he probably needed to piss as well, and when he said he did, I got on my knees and opened my mouth for him.  He gave me a full mouthful, and then pinched his dick to hold it as I swallowed, and then gave me another, till his bladder was empty.

After that I had to hug him and give him another kiss.  I figured he’d had about all he could take of an old man, so I led him to the door and gave him his clothes and told him I hoped to see him again sometime.  He stopped me and said “Now wait a minute dad, I like you and don’t want you to turn me out just because I’m younger than you. I knew what you looked like and figured out about how old you were back in the bar while we were on our first beer.  When we kissed and shared smoke back there, I was really turned on and I hoped that you would like me.”

“Then when we got here I was thrilled to find a man that wanted my ass and my dick.  And this morning you’ve even taken my piss.  I wanted to find a dad that liked what I like.  I think I’ve found him.”  I was surprised to hear him talk so much, and to say what he did.  I quickly dropped his clothes and gave him a big hug, and then kissed him deeply for a long time.  Then he picked me up and carried me back into the bedroom, where we continued to make love. We have been together since.

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Chapter 9: Liam

“What do you mean he may have seen something?” I asked slowly, narrowing my eyes at James.

As soon as we returned to the house, James had asked to talk to me. He led me into the kitchen and took a seat on one of the stools. I walked around the island and stood across from him. He took a breath and then started in on his story.

I stared at the counter top as he spoke. Hearing that someone was harassing Will infuriated me. Why would anyone have something against him? Was it because we made out in the hallway? I was lost in my thoughts until James’ next sentence. I looked up at him and he was staring back at me.

He saw. Will had seen James’ eyes change. Shit.

“I…I’m not completely sure if saw my eyes,” James explained. “But, I know that they did change, and it’s a possibility that he saw.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This was not something I wanted to deal with, not something I knew how to deal with. I knew I would have to tell him eventually, but not this soon. Aside from the physical attraction, I was still unsure about how much he actually liked me.

I let out the breath I was holding in and opened my eyes to find James staring at me. I wanted to punch him, but at the same time, I knew this only happened because he had been protecting Will. I sighed.

“I’ll talk to my dad about it,” I told him.

He nodded and then stood up and left the kitchen. After he left I made my way towards the back of the house where my dad’s office was located. I knocked on the door to his office and waited for a reply.

“Come in,” he answered after a few moments.

I opened the door and stepped inside, quickly shutting the door behind me. As usual, I took a quick glance around the room. This office had always been my favorite room in the house. His wooden desk sat towards the back of the room, in front of the large stone fireplace. To either side of the fireplace were floor to ceiling windows that filled the room with natural light. But, what I loved the most were the hundreds of books that lined the other walls. Most of the books were ancient, and their subjects varied from shelf to shelf.

“What’s up, son?” My dad asked when I stopped in front of his desk.

I took in a deep breath, which I seemed to be doing quite often lately, and then looked him in the eye.

“We have a problem,” I answered.

Before he could ask anything else, I launched into a recap of the story James had told me. When I was finished, my father was silent for a few minutes before he finally spoke.

“That is a problem,” he stated. “What do you think you should do?”

“I don’t know,” I groaned, pacing back and forth in front of his desk. “There is a chance that he may not have seen anything, and I don’t have anything to worry about. But, if he did see, he’s probably freaking out and thinking he’s crazy. What if he starts asking a bunch of questions? What if he just stops talking to me altogether?”

A million thoughts and questions were running through my head, and when I realized that my dad had not said anything, I stopped pacing and looked at him.

“It’s tough,” he admitted and shrugged his shoulders.

I rolled my eyes and plopped down into the seat behind me.

“So what do I do?” I asked impatiently.

“Like you said, there is a chance that he didn’t see anything, and that you’re getting all worked up for nothing.”

“But if he did?”

“If he did…well, it’s really up to you whether or not to tell him. You’re the alpha, and his mate.”

I groaned and sank lower into the chair. This had turned out to be a lot less helpful than I intended.

“Thanks for the help,” I told him sarcastically, getting up from the chair and heading towards the door.

Before I could open the door, my dad spoke up.

“Liam.”

I turned my head towards him, but kept my hand on the door.

“Remember that he’s your mate, and that you are meant to be together. He’s strong, Liam. He can handle it.”

I did not say anything, I just opened the door and left. I had too much on my mind, and it was impossible for me to figure out what to do. As soon as I entered the living room, I started shedding my clothes, my shirt, my shoes, my pants. By the time I was out the door, the only item of clothing I had left were my boxers. In a second those were off, too, and I was shifting. Going for a run seemed like the only solution.

I lost track of the time I spent running. Not long after I ran out of the house, the others joined me. At first I was slightly annoyed, but then I remembered that we are a pack, and this was something I was going to have to get used to.

We started out by just running through the woods, with no plan as to what we were doing or where we were going. I lead the way with the three of them trailing a few lengths behind me. I could not see them behind me, but I could sense them in the back of my mind. I could pinpoint what direction they were in and just how far back they were.

That was not even the most interesting part. We could still communicate, and it was something that could only be done between pack members. It was not like a voice in our heads. It was a mixture of images and scents that we could send to each other. Together, the images and scents held certain meanings and could be understood.

Seeing the others in their wolf forms was also a bit of a shock for me. I had only ever seen my dad, and his wolf looked similar to mine, but the others were different. Ryland’s coat was a solid, light gray. He was also somewhat larger than the rest of us. Jordan and James had similar coats, both of varying hues of tan and light browns. The only differences were the patterns of their coats and James’ ever present scar.

It was amazing to work together as a pack, even if we were not a full one. We ran for hours, hunting and running drills that my dad had shown me. I was able to just focus on what was in front of me and forget about everything that was going on outside of the woods.

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“Liam!”

I groaned and rolled over in my bed, squinting at the light streaming in through my window.

“Liam!” The voice called again, this time followed by repeated banging on my door.

“I’m up!” I answered with a shout, pushing my comforter aside and sitting up in bed.

“Hurry up,” the voice continued. “You’re going to make us late.”

I let out another groan, but I got up off the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and threw on some clothes before grabbing my bag and heading downstairs. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, everyone else was already waiting for me.

“About time,” my dad greeted me. “Let’s go.”

I rolled my eyes, but followed everyone out the door. My dad’s old pickup truck was too small to fit all of us, so while I sat in the cab with him, the other three took seats in the bed. They thought it was pretty fun, but wait until they sit back there in the winter.

After our run last night, I had talked to the guys about what they thought I should do. Sadly, they were of no help and just told me that they would back me up on whatever I chose to do. That only increased my frustration. I spent all of last night trying to come up with a plan to deal with Will, but it got me nowhere and only made me sleep deprived.

My dad was right when he said I was going to make us late. When we pulled up to the school, there were already kids everywhere. This only increased my anxiety because I knew Will was most likely already inside. I slowly climbed out of the truck and trudged into the school. I tried to take as much time as possible to reach my locker in hopes of the bell ringing and allowing me to avoid him.

My plan did not work. I reached the top of the stairs and I froze. Standing next to my locker was Will. A million thoughts raced through my head, but not one of them was helpful. He turned his head in my direction, and when his eyes locked onto mine, a smile beamed across his face.

I returned his smile with a nervous one of my own and continued towards my locker. Good. He was smiling. Maybe he did not see anything after all.

“Hey,” he greeted as I neared him.

His smile was warm and his voice was soft, momentarily banishing all my worries.

“Hi,” I responded quietly.

“How was your night?” He asked as I opened my locker to grab my books.

My night was terrible, but there was no way that I was going to tell him that.

“It was, uh, good. How was yours?”

He shrugged. “It was okay. I had a bit of trouble sleeping, though. I kept having this weird nightmare about glowing eyes.”

I felt my body stiffen. Shit. He did see. I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself down. He made is sound like he did not know why he was having the nightmare. Maybe he did not realize that it was real. Maybe I was safe.

“Uh, yeah. That is weird,” I finally mumbled, trying to act as normal as possible.

I glanced down the hall to where the others were standing by their lockers, and they were all facing the opposite direction. But, by the way they were standing and the lack of conversation, I was positive they were listening in.

“Liam.”

I felt a nudge at my arm. I turned back to see Will, his eyebrows raised and a bit of concern in his eyes.

“Did you hear what I said?” He asked, his voice tinged with annoyance.

I felt bad. I did not want him to be upset with me, or to think that I was ignoring him.

“Sorry. What did you say?” I asked, making sure to give him my full attention.

He rolled his eyes, but I could see a smile try to tug at his lips.

“I asked if you had decided what we are going to do for our date,” he informed.

I inwardly winced. With all of my fretting over whether or not he had seen anything, I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to take him out on a date.

“Yeah, of course,” I lied. “Friday night, you and me. I’ll pick you up around seven.”

I had no clue as to what we would be doing, but at least I was able to come up with a day and time.

“Where are we going?” He asked with a playful smirk on his face.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” I answered with a flirty wink, hoping he would just leave it at that.

He moved closer, and it seemed like he was about to try and pry the information out of me, but luckily I was saved by the bell. Before he could say anything, I wrapped an arm around his waist and led him to our homeroom.

As soon as we entered the classroom, I gave Will a smile, let go of him, and shot towards Alessa and Dylan at the back of the room. I took my seat and immediately faced Alessa, who had a confused look on her face.

“I need your help,” I told her quickly.

A wide grin broke out on her face, but she only nodded for me to continue.

“I told Will that I would take him out on a date this Friday, but I have no clue where to take him or what we should do.”

She sat quietly for a few moments, with that grin still plastered on her face, and I was worried. Why was she not saying anything? Was she suddenly going to decide not to help me? I already had a lot on my plate, and I really did not need her bailing on me now.

“Alessa…” I whispered, trying to get her attention.

She shook her head. “Sorry,” she apologized. “I was just picturing you and Will making out in the hallway again.”

Dylan burst out laughing, which startled me a bit, and I quickly looked around the room to see if anyone was staring. Luckily, no one was paying attention, and the teacher had still not arrived.

“Alessa, I’m serious,” I pleaded once their laughter died down.

“Okay, okay,” she finally agreed. “There’s only one fancy restaurant in town. Have him dress up a bit and take him to La Belle.”

I nodded. “Okay, but what about after dinner?”

“Easy. You take him back to your place and fuck his brains out.”

Dylan burst out laughing again, this time even harder. I could feel the heat in my face, and I am pretty sure my mouth was slightly agape. Alessa was straight-faced the entire time, as if she had not just made one of the crudest jokes ever.

Dylan’s laughter eventually died out, and I was staring daggers at Alessa.

“Not funny,” I whispered, more embarrassed about the fact that what she suggested was exactly what I wanted to do.

“Liam,” she finally stated, her voice taking on a more serious tone. “You’re trying to make this too hard. Just go for a walk after you finish dinner. Show him around the town and talk to him. He’ll love it, I promise.”

I sighed. She was right; I was working myself up too much about the situation. I turned back to the front and sunk down in my seat, a million thoughts and worries bombarding my head.

I did not pay any attention to Mr. Ricardo’s history lesson, or to any of the other lessons throughout the day. Instead, I spent the entire day worrying about the date at the end of the week and trying to keep Will from learning my secret.

He managed to bring up the glowing eyes in every one of our conversations, and I had to keep creating new ways to steer the subject in a different direction without making him suspicious. When I finally returned home, I immediately went up to my room and fell onto my bed, exhausted, and that is where I stayed for the rest of the night, pondering about why my life had to become so damn complicated.

“High and tight, please,” I walked up to the third barber — who until now was hidden from view — and saw that he had a lean bod, and completely shaven head and no facial hair. He had apparently stripped completely and was cutting the guys in his birthday suit. I looked down and saw a semi, and all the hair on his body was shaved too. I reached down and tugged on his dick as I sat down with a loud squish.

“Oops, wet shorts,” I grinned. Of course my shorts were beyond wet, soaked through with precum and Drew’s cum that was still leaking from my ass. Barber #3 smirked and said, “pretty hot day, damned hot display,” and palmed my erect cock through the wet shorts. “Must be uncomfortable. Why don’t you take them off?”

“Sure!” I was happy that he offered, so I’d have an excuse to get naked. I stripped off my shorts in one motion and he took them without a question, then held them up to his face and inhaled the musk deeply. He moaned and bit down on the shorts. I was mesmerised.

“Mind if I keep this?” he asked me cheekily. “Be my guest,” I grinned back. He rubbed the sticky shorts over his bare chest and cock, then kept them behind him in a drawer. My cock got hard.

He started buzzing my hair. I learned that his name was Lux, and he was also a college student. He worked at this barbershop part-time to earn money for tuition, and like most of the students often worked shirtless. Nobody seemed to mind, and some of the guys even remarked how the casual atmosphere made them feel welcome as they stripped off so that their clothes wouldn’t get stuck with prickly hair. It was simply more of the same today, but as the temperature rose and the guys started stripping everything, he decided he would get in on the fun as well.

“It’s liberating,” he commented. “Though I haven’t seen anyone come in soaked with cum before.”

“Hah, it was… an accident,” I hemmed. Lux laughed.

“No worries, we’re all cool.”

“Good to know. Next time I’ll come here naked.”

“We welcome you,” Lux was standing close to my left side as he buzzed my sideburn. I rested my elbow on the armrest and casually touched his dick, which throbbed some more. He didn’t withdraw and concentrated on my haircut. I grabbed his cock and started jerking him. He gasped reflexively.

“Careful with my hair,” I joked.

“Don’t worry, you’re not the first to jerk me off, though usually I’m wearing shorts,” he replied. He moved closer still, letting my fingers run over the soft skin of his shaft. His cockhead expanded slowly.

“Well, there was a full-on cockfight earlier and some of the guys have taken off their shorts, so I don’t think we need to be too discreet today,” I teased him playfully, rubbing over his slit to try and get some precum.

“You’ll have to rub my hole to get some of that,” Lux breathed, without missing a beat.

“Wow, bossy,” I smiled.

“Only for the best.”

“Well then,” I licked my middle finger covering it with a thick coat of saliva, then reached behind him to find his hole. It was already thrumming, and clenched responsively when I touched it.

“Oh, unnnh” he bucked into my side slightly, stopped only by the armrest of the chair. A string of precum flowed and landed on my thigh. I pressed harder against his hole. A steady stream of precum started.

“Nice,” I dabbed his slit with my other hand and pulled it away, watching in fascination as the thick clear ropes followed and trailed through the air. I smeared it on my chest, running it over my nipples. The wet sensation sent shivers through my body. I groaned. As more precum dripped out of his cock in long strands, my thigh got wet and slick. I doodled around in the puddle on my thigh.

“I’m buzzing your top now, look down a bit please,” Lux was reaching up, showing me his pits. I caught a whiff of slightly ripe sweat — he had been working in the shop the whole day — and that made my cock more excited. I wished I could push my nose into his pits but the position of the chair did not allow it. I withdrew my finger from his hole and licked it. His his anal musk made my dick lurch. I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mind if I…” I made a jerking motion.

“Go for it,” Lux mumbled, focusing on buzzing the top of my head. His cock was still leaking clear streams of precum. I grabbed his cock and coated my palm in his precum, then used it as lube to wank myself. It was liberating to be masturbating so openly in the barber’s chair, with a lean, naked and dripping barber cutting my hair. The physical intimacy of the action was already setting my dick on edge. I couldn’t hold it off any longer, panting as I reached the point of no return.

“Oh, uh, here I cum,” I whispered furiously, as rope after rope of thick cum launched a few feet into the air. The first few shots landed mostly on Lux’s shoulder and he held the buzzer away from my hair while I jerked, eyes rolling upwards and mouth open in an ‘O’. The next few shots went wide and landed on the chest of the guy in the barber’s chair next to mine, earning me a “hey! Watch it perv!” and a playful shove. I peered over and it was Drew! He was completely naked as well and Barber #2 was shaving the back of his neck. He laughed, pointing to his own cock, which was erect again so soon after fucking and cumming in my ass, right in the shop while being squashed in the mass of bodies. I gave him a shit-eating grin.

“Unnnnnh,” a loud moan escaped my lips as more cum spurted out. I was getting one of the most intense orgasms of my life — something about exhibiting myself and having sex in public made me more turned on than ever. Then I felt some warm splashes against my face and neck and looked to my left. Lux was cumming! Huge splashes of white cum filled my vision as he came copiously onto my face. The fresh cum dripped downwards onto my neck and bare chest, coating my abs and mixing with the puddle of cum and precum on my groin. My trimmed pubes were completely plastered to my skin and I opened my legs wider as another wave of orgasm hit me, knowing that the barber had basically jerked off onto me.

“Ohmygawd,” Drew breathed. “You guys are just so hot!”

Lux came down from his high just as the last few shots of my cum spurted onto his cock, which was drooling like a faucet. “Damn, you cum like a fountain,” Lux sounded impressed.

“Yeah, it happens,” I grinned. Lux made to wipe off my face with his towel but I stopped him. “I like your ‘shaving cream’, don’t wipe it off. Just finish my cut, dude.”

“Sex-yyy,” Lux whistled then proceeded to finish the rest of my haircut.

“Next!” As Drew vacated his seat, he passed by my seat and slapped his meat against my right arm. “I’ve got more for you,” he whispered as he jerked his cock two times and immediately came onto the right side of my chest and abs. I was now covered completely in cum — my own cum in my pubes, Lux’s on the left side of my face, neck, chest and abs, his runny precum soaking my left thigh, and Drew’s cum stringing from my right chest onto my abs and right thigh; and his earlier cum still oozing from my ass. I stank of musk and cum. I was in cumpig heaven.

“Alright, all done,” Lux said, sounding for all the world like he didn’t want me to leave. I got up and leaned toward him. “I’ll be back next month with a three-day load. You want?” As he grinned and nodded, “You think you can hold off that long, stud?” I kissed him with a lot of tongue. “For you, tiger.” He moaned and returned with even more tongue. We kissed for perhaps half a minute; I was lost in the moment until someone cleared his throat from behind me.

“Hey, my turn now,” a lean boyish guy had sat on the chair that I got up from, his naked butt already settled into the chair. Some of the cum rubbed off on his thighs, and his cock was half erect. “I’ll have what he had, please.” I grinned at the guy, gave Lux one more peck on the lips, and vacated the spot.

As I made my way through the throng of bare bodies in the shop, I wondered if anyone could tell that the whitish sheen on my face and body was several ejaculations’ worth of cum. My cock, spent from so much stimulation, was hanging loose and I realised I had given my shorts to Lux. I would have to walk back to my campus dorm fully naked and covered in cum; meaning I have to streak through a few alleys back to my dorm!

Looking up at the bright afternoon sun and seeing the many muscular, shirtless hunks in the streets outside, I sauntered through the college quad nonchalantly, then picked up the pace when a few guys noticed my naked body and shouted at me. I reached my dorm room panting, then I lay down on my bed, rubbed the excess cum into my ruined sheets, and licked up the cum leaking from my hole. I don’t think I will be showering for a few days.

The washers in my dorm were all very old, and often broke down. Plus, our clothes usually came out of them smelling worse than before (which was bad enough with all the sweat and cum!). So, all the guys on our floor pool our laundry together and we take turns to do them weekly at a laundromat the street over from our dorm.

It was my turn tonight. Since we barely wore anything when we were in the dorm, we didn’t have many clothes to wash. Our weekly laundry were just clothes that we wore to class, dinner, and practice; even those we tried to wear for as many days as possible before the stink got too obvious. We used towels only if we needed to get somewhere in a hurry; otherwise after showers we let our bare bodies dry off in the evening breeze. It worked out that just two persons were needed to carry and do the laundry for all eleven of us every week.

Jack was screwing with two girls in our room (the horndog! I’m sure he fucks several different girls every week!) so I ended up doing laundry alone tonight. The load this week was lighter than usual: it was summer, and the guys went shirtless for sports, then just slipped on hoodies or varsity jackets for class. They also wore shorts instead of pants, and nobody wanted to wash their sheets, so I had two rather light cloth sacks that I lugged down the street. I was wearing a white tank top that had been worn for two weeks, and my usual black running shorts that displayed my muscular thighs and calves; more importantly, they were soaked through and crusted with a week’s worth of cum, and they smelled great to me, but the girls kept whining about it (until Jack fucked them unconscious, hah).

I entered the laundromat, which like most had two sections, the washers in front and dryers at the back, with one exception: there are no windows. I pushed open the heavy door, walked through a narrow corridor lined with vending machines for detergent and softeners and change machines, then made a turn and entered the washing area. There was nobody here at one in the morning, which was why we chose to do laundry at this time of night. The lack of windows also meant we could get up to some naked fun without getting arrested. I opened the two laundry bags and sorted out my mates’ clothes.

The first bag was from the last four rooms on our floor. Jason’s and Jensen’s diving trunks tumbled out, both pale blue and worn from being stretched too tight over their crotches. The identical trunks were still wet with pool water from their training today, but other than the water there was some sticky residue. I brought them up to my nose and sniffed — hmm, fresh cum. It was no secret that the whole diving team jerked off into the pool when they got extra frisky. I licked up some of it, then turned to their tank tops. Not very exciting, considering they used their trunks as cum rags, and they only wore tops when they went to class. Two pairs of bright red boardshorts were what they wore over their trunks to class this week, and I sorted their clothes into a white pile and a colored pile.

Next, I picked up Ionas’ only piece of laundry this week, a pair of see-through white mesh shorts. I don’t remember seeing him in this. A postgraduate student from Greece, Io rarely wore anything. Do the Greeks go about their daily lives naked all the time? The image of nude Greeks gods gave me a semi. Most of the time he lounged around in the nude, and he doesn’t go to the dining hall for dinner, preferring to eat yoghurt and fruits in our common room. I sniffed his shorts, and a sharp tang of olives and sandalwood made me sneeze. Underneath that, though, was a musk that I recognized from walking past his room, only now more concentrated and bringing to mind the person, with his enormous thick cock. My boner got harder and I moaned. I reached into my shorts and tugged on my boner, then rubbed Io’s shorts over my face to catch his scent. Finally I reluctantly put it in the white pile.

Terry’s shorts came next. The short, compact gymnast slept on the floor with no sheets, so his white cotton shorts were stained with soda, mustard and mayo — after having been used as a convenient rag to mop up before he slept. The shorts were soaked through with his cum too, and some stale sour stain that must be his girlfriend’s pussy juice. I only had an appetite for jock cum, so I stuffed the shorts into the bottom of the white pile. Terry’s tank top was similarly soaked with cum and crusted with bits of food and sauce, but I could smell his ripe sweat and musk. I tugged on my meat a bit more.

Colin and Brandon’s clothes came last from the bag. It made a bigger pile, with their running shorts, singlets, hoodies, and socks. Their jocks were stained yellow, and their shorts and singlets smelled of week-old piss as well. How the dirty runners actually managed to pick up girls was a wonder, but then they seemed more than content living in each other’s pockets. I had seen them share a girl though, so there must be some kinky sluts out there who enjoy guy’s pee. I’d seen their room — piss stains everywhere on their sheets and a rank stink — and even though I had participated in watersports before, I had yet to piss in my own room. Maybe I could ask Jack sometime.

Speaking of whom, I emptied the second laundry bag and out came a familiar wrestling singlet. My roommate Jack was a college wrestler and he wore his singlet everywhere. At class, he pulled on a varsity jacket but made no attempt to wear shorts over the bottom of his singlet; he goes freeballing like me, so his huge flaccid cock and balls were quite visible bulging in his blue singlet. When one professor asked him to cover up, he replied that he was already covered — by a layer of lycra! Whenever he got hard — which was often — everyone would know, but Jack just adjusts his bulge casually. None of his classmates ever asked him to cover up, they probably enjoyed the view too much. This was my prize tonight: I held up Jack’s blue singlet and found the crotch wet and sticky with cum! I held it up to my nose and breathed deeply the bleach smell of fresh cum, then stuffed it into my mouth and sucked on it, all the while moaning and stroking my leaking cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed several seconds of lusty bliss.

“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” a deep voice suddenly appeared behind me. I jumped, not having heard anyone come in, and opened my eyes. I turned around and saw a lean, muscled guy standing there with a basket of his laundry. He was naked! His face was handsome in a scruffy way, and his chest and shoulders were not overdeveloped but nicely toned. His biceps and triceps popped, and his abs were taut and dipped all the way downward past his V into a sparse pubic bush. His lean thighs wrapped around a soft, five-inch cock that was uncut. He smiled at me, standing there like it was the most normal thing to do.

“Oops, sorry,” I blushed furiously, having been caught getting off on a wrestling singlet. “I didn’t know there was someone else in here.”

“Oh, I was at the drying section,” Naked Guy replied. “My clothes are still half an hour away from getting dry. I don’t have anything to wear though, if you’ll excuse me.”

“You are excused,” I laughed. “I’m gonna wash the clothes on my back too, but I got carried away.” I put down Jack’s singlet and rummaged through the rest of my mates’ clothes, setting out Dan and Lenny’s jocks, trunks and tee-shirts, and Zach’s shorts and shirt. My own speedos came last, soaked in pool water but with no cum since I usually came on my sheets or in my shorts. I divided up the colours and whites. Lenny’s rugby jock was worn and dirty, and ripe with sweat and cum. Naked guy leaned over and sniffed.

“You have quite a… diverse variety of underwear,” he observed. “I assume you’re doing laundry for your roommates as well?”

“The whole floor, actually,” I answered quickly, not knowing why I didn’t want him to think I smell that rank and dirty. But I spend most of my time in the pool — I was a swimmer — so I guess I wasn’t used to smelling of old sweat and piss.

“Don’t stop on my behalf,” Naked Guy grinned. “Oh, by the way, I’m Nick.” He held out his hand. “I’m on the lacrosse team.”

“JP, swimmer,” I introduced myself. We bumped fists. “No worries, I gotta hurry up, otherwise I won’t be getting any sleep,” I started stripping off my own clothes. Off came my tank top, then my cum-soaked shorts. My erection returned — I get hard when I strip in public.

Suddenly, Nick swiped my shorts before I could get them in the wash. He held them up to his nose and inhaled deeply. “Ah, wonderful,” he murmured. He breathed in more of my scent. “Nice shorts, mind if… I, ah, borrowed them for a while?”

What was it about guys wanting to keep my cummy shorts? First the barber Lux, then now this random guy in a laundromat. “Uhm, I don’t mind.” I wasn’t sure where all this was leading, but I really don’t mind cute guys wanting to keep a bit of me. Especially my cum.

“Thank you!! I won’t disturb you then,” with a wave, Nick dropped my shorts into his basket and disappeared behind the partition that led to the dryers. I ogled his bubble butt and the rippling muscles of his retreating back.

I quickly took one last whiff of Jack’s wrestling singlet, then put the clothes into two machines, added detergent, and started the wash. Curious about Nick, I went behind the partition and peeked over. He was sitting in a corner, his dryer still whirring monotonously. He had my shorts covering his face, right hand holding his erection, but his breathing was slow and and he was not moving. Damn, Nick had fallen asleep while jerking off to my cummy shorts!

I approached the naked man and looked down at his cock. It was about seven inches hard, and leaking precum that was now pooling around his crotch and dripping onto the floor. I traced the trail of slime with my finger and tasted the nectar. Delicious. I then rubbed my slick fingertip over his cockhead. Nick continued to sleep soundly, so I bent down to lick his cock with my tongue, adding my lips when he didn’t wake up. His cock twitched and precum started oozing from his slit onto my tongue. My lips played around his cock head and my tongue bathed his head and shaft lavishly. Saliva mixed with his precum which was flowing freely, and turning white.

With a sharp intake of breath and a jerk, Nick started cumming. The first few streams of cum soaked his pubes. The next several spurts traveled further up his abs and chest, until some of it splattered on my shorts that were still covering his face. Nick started breathing heavily and grunting, no doubt abruptly awakened by his orgasm. Soon his whole chest was covered in cum, and with a contented sigh he laid back, boneless.

“Ah… g-gawd… awesome…” Nick mumbled from beneath my shorts. I took my shorts off his face and he was smiling sleepily. “Great wet dream…”

I used my shorts to wipe up the cum on his body. “Well, I’m hope I get one tonight,” I grinned. “I’m not wasting your cum.” My mesh shorts were by now thoroughly soaked, first with my old cum, then now with Nick’s fresh batch of goo. I cleaned his still-hard cock with my shorts. “Mind if I got my shorts back?”

Nick gave a dopey grin. “Not at all,” he replied. “I hope you get your wet dream.” With that, he got up and collected his clothes from the dryer.

“I come here every Wednesday night,” he called over his shoulder as I watched his naked, lean body walk out of the laundromat. I brought my shorts up to my nose and inhaled his scent. I couldn’t wait for my own load to finish washing and drying, so I could return to my room and jerk off to Nick’s cum. Then I got an idea — why not do what Nick did? I sat down and plopped my shorts, with the delicious cum, over my face.

So that was how I blew another two loads onto my naked body in the laundromat — one during the wash, and one while waiting for the dryer — and added them to my shorts. Those shorts didn’t go into the wash. Ever.

Carl was just out for an early morning canoe ride down the Grand River in the Mountains of Kentucky when he decided to stop and tie up his canoe for his lunch break . The sun was shining bright high in the sky as the temperature rose to around of high eighties. He then began to find a secluded place on top of a small hill about 20 meters for were he dock his canoe.

He was all finished his lunch and started to drink his last can of beer when he herd a noise about 10 meters from behind him, He quickly got up to see who was there and notice two rugged Bear Mountain men only 10 feet from him with their shotguns drawn. 

” Can I help you Sir ? “

” Know you can’t dude “

He started to get scare has he just reach out his hand to greet the both of them. They finally told him their names were Brute and Colt and their were just out checking on their home maid moonshine that they have just got done bottling. 

You can see bye the look in both of their greyish blue eyes that there were out looking for some kind of trouble, They then order Carl to go over to the Maple tree and stand there as Brute was checking out to find some rope to tie him up with from his small Army bag.  

Carl always had a life fantasy about the situation he was in now. It was a good 10 minutes before Carl put total trust with the Bear Mountain men. Brute was a former College Football player he stood 6’2 and weigh a solid 230 as for Colt he came from a College Wrestling background of at Tennessee State.

Colt began to tied carl waist around the tree which made him get  massive hard on he his small frame body. Brute can see that Carl was totally excited as he can see the outline of Carl cock showing in his camouflage pants. He began slowly walking up and began to rip his t-shirt of his lightly cover hairy chest.

Brute slowly pull Carl zipper down on his pants as Colt stood behind him and started to play and pinch his sweaty erected nipples. It was a minute later that they untied Carl from the tree and order to kneel down in front of them. Colt was the first one to pull his fly all the way down in his dirty coveralls that he wore, This made Brute evan more horny as he was just about to watch his buddy get his cock suck.

Carl was totally amazed as he got evan more excited seeing these Bear Mountain men in front of his face with their rugged , smelly ,cum, piss stain, light blue and white jockey pouch briefs as both of them are showing off their 7 and 8 inch dick.

” Now suck my did Carl ? “

” Yes Sir “

Brute was moaning with deep pleasure as he slide his 8 inch uncut cock in and out of Carl mouth as Colt stood their shock with amazement. 

” Jesus Carl suck my cock , Suck it good and hard ! “

” Give it to me Brute, Give it to me “

Brute then roll back his fore skin evan more for his spray to shoot out of him.

” Here it fucking comes “

The cum flew out of his cock and nuts and began pouring all down the back of Carl throat and mouth during his orgasm. Colt got so turn on it by it all, He started to shot his own load off all over the dirty ground. Carl turn his head and notice a huge amount of white cum all over Colt cock and started to slurp the rest up for him.

” Holy shit it feels good scream Colt “

” Jesus Christ Colt this guy know how to suck a dick real good “

It was only a few minutes after their blowjob that they order Carl to bend his smooth bubble butt ass over the tree stump.

” Time to make a real Man out of you Carl “

” OMG guy’s , I only been fuck once before “

” You will remember both of us dude “

” Please fuck Brute  ! “

” Shut your mouth and its time to be a man “

Carl was slump over the huge stump as Colt was on his knees and began to eat out Carl ass before Brute cock gets in there. He was now screaming of  sexual ass eaten pleasure feeling Colt tongue slide in and out of him. This made Brute crazy as he then order Colt to stop so he can take his turn eating out Carl.

” Fuck me guy’s, Fuck me please ! “

” You want it my friend ? “

Brute was now behind Carl ass and started to shove his huge 8 inch uncut cock into his crack. Carl stop for a second as he pull his fore skin back evan more as it started to go deeper and deeper inside. 

” OMG it fucking hurts Brute “

” You like it Carl ? “

” I love it Sir “

Colt took off to take a piss before he went on back and stood behind Brute and started to pinch and bite Brute sweaty hard erected tits. The fuck was well into 20 minutes as the fuck became more intense and pleasurable for everyone. Colt was now on his knees once again licking Brute sweating Ball as his shaft was sliding in and out. Carl was into some kind of sexual state as Brute started to massaged his prostrate gland with every ounce of energy he still has left.

” Holy shit Carl almost there “

” Shot it Sir, Please shot it “

” Colt please grab my nuts and pull them tight “

” Tight Colt , Tighter Colt ! “

“Oh Yes, Here it fucking cum now guuuuuuyyyyysssss ! “

You can here Brute and the rest of them scream all through out the woods as his nuts where shooting off two loads at once inside of Carl ass. He then took a small pause for a moment and began pulling his cock real slowly out of Carl cum filled hole.

” That was fucking hot guy’s “

” You got that right Brute “

” Holy shit Brute I felt your nuts explode when I was pulling them tighter and tighter “

” Know fucking way Colt “

” I know how you feel Colt,  I felt something explode too during his orgasm “

The time was now getting close to 3 pm now as all them of  strip off their clothes and jump into the pond to get clean up from the sweaty fuck session that just went down. Carl was the first one to get dress and sat their on the tree stump as he watch the other two get dress.

Carl finally made it back to the canoe and began paddling once again down to the river to where his ford truck was park. He then was fucking shock that his two front tire were both slash from a bow arrow.

Then End 

 

Richard

“Right here, Richard. Over here.” Photographs barked orders for me to turn in every way they wanted. Lights blinded me from every angle, but I couldn’t shield my eyes because the pictures wouldn’t come out the way my agent wanted them to.

Doing as requested of me, I stood in the center if the oddly pink carpet, flashing my killer smile for the masses. Hordes of women and men were screaming for me to look their way so they could get a closer look or a precious snapshot for their cameraphone.

If I didn’t know better I would’ve thought there was a weird scent in the air; the mixture of colognes, perfumes, and natural musks from too many bodies in a small area at once.

Nevertheless, I was attracted these smells. I could sense the desire from these people, and being the attention whore I was, I gobbled it up because I loved it.

I adored it and lived for this.

It was my life.

This life.

The life of a movie star, trapped in this mixed up world of fame and a little fortune. Throughout the years, I’d played the parts of dashing superhero, handsome mobster, as well as intelligent sheriff to delight of millions across the globe.

Every role had been curtailed to show off my bright, Colgate smile that hardly ever wavered.

Except when.

Distracted by my thoughts of my wayward lover, I dropped my gaze from the flashing bulbs of expensive cameras and glanced at my feet. He was nowhere to be found there, but I needed to look away if only to gather myself and forget the loneliness I experienced without him near.

He’d be here tonight though, with his gorgeous wife in tow, while I, the great Richard Thomas, stand alone. Alone, because I didn’t wish to be bothered with my younger girlfriend’s complaints about the length of the film or when we would go to dinner. I only wanted to enjoy the premiere, and hopefully steal a moment or two with the man I lusted after.

Issak.

If I could get him away from the masses of reporters and fans as well as our fellow stars who wished to get a piece of him as I did. His celebrity star was just as big, if not bigger than mine. He’d been courted the world over by many movie studios, desiring him to play the next anti-hero. He’d played that role so well in practically every film he’d done.

Too well if you asked me.

The man had a mean streak to him that hardly no one knew about.

I was, because many times I’d been on the other end of it, enjoying every minute, as if it were my means to survival.

Issak became my Dom, my protector, and I was his sub and his muse. Until I met him years ago, I had never been into the D/s dynamic, but being with Issak had completely changed my mind.

During our last conversation, he’d told me about the drawing he etched on his personal canvas while visiting the shores of Maui. Issak drew a picture of me, bound and gagged on top of his bed. My ass up in the air and ankles cuffed to a spreader bar to give him access to every part of my body. To loosen me up for his entrance, a butt plug was stuck far into my anal cavity while both hands were tied behind my back. He’d taken a picture of it and sent it to me while I as on the set of my next movie. He promised he’d want to act that scene out the moment we got the chance to be alone again.

When would that be?

I’d asked myself and him the question, but unfortunately, he didn’t possess a single answer. From the day he’d sent me that message, I could only think of Issak and what he could do to me.

With thoughts of our rendezvous’ becoming more frequent, my girlfriend wasn’t interesting enough to hold my interest and many times, I sent her home in favor of masturbating to any Issak Trevett flick I could get my hand on.

That message was sent over sixty five days ago and at this moment I was at my wits end. To work off the frustration of not having my lover near, I worked out harder than before. I ran marathons for charity on my off time. When back on set, I stayed to myself, only so the crews wouldn’t chide me for looking like a love lost puppy.

Yes, I had it bad for him.

I wanted him.

I desired him as much as I needed to breathe.

But no, oh no, it wasn’t love. I had no problem declaring myself bisexual, but I knew I couldn’t love Issak because it would be a detriment to both our careers. Besides, I was no homewrecker. Issak had the perfect family. Brianne was delightful and Issak often joked that we should tell her to see what her reaction should be. Of course, I told him no. The fling between was all I needed to fulfill and satisfy my sexual needs.

When being one of Hollywood’s leading men, you have to keep a lot of those things on the hush because the blacklist is not a myth. Tell me, what dashing hunk do you know still gets top paying roles being a sexual deviant?

 

Issak

“Over here. C’mon, Issak. Show me what you got.”

“Ah, Issak, oh my God, I wanna have your babyeeeee!”

If only I could say what was on my mind to some of these crazy people, but instead I had to grin and bear it for the crowds. Don’t get me wrong, I loved the little people. All of them, but these open to the public movie premieres sort of unnerved me. After all, I had been attacked by a crazed fan years ago, leaving this oh so precious scar on my chin. Yes, it had become part of my personality. It gave me character. It made me hotter than when I was on Guerrila Heat wearing cutoffs and flexing my muscle around the dweebs on set. Despite the fame that came along with that slash to the face. I had paid a price and believe me when I say, I wouldn’t want it to happen again. That lady was mental. She wanted a piece of my skin for her personal collection.

Yikes.

Yeah, I had nightmares for days after that and the bill from the psychiatrist nearly broke me. Now, however, the fans loved me because of that blemish. I’ve received deeper roles. The kind that gets you appearances at Comic cons and other nerdy conventions. I was Jenoa Bakkaba, I was Devlin on Guerrilla Heat. These roles would cement a place for me in history and make me, a vodka guzzling, basketball junkie a legend in Hollywood.

More than that, being in big time movies meant hobnobbing with actors bigger and better than you. During these meetings of the minds, you could have excellent conversation.

What to do about crazed fans literally stalking you or in cyberland? How many letters you should answer through your fan clubs? What to post on your social media, etc etc etc. I’d listened to advice on all this because my personal agent didn’t think it was important. He thought finding my next roles and scheduling my next appearances were, so I relied heavily on my actor brethren to answer all the questions. All of them had been very helpful, especially the hot British man I had my eyes on now.

Tuning out the photographers and fans, I fixated on the gentleman called Richard wearing a gunmetal colored three piece suit with a gold tie and matching handkerchief. Looking at him, I suddenly felt very under dressed, but I was never into formals anyway. The ensemble fit him nice. Real snug, especially around the ass. The fabric hugged his butt cheeks and I salivated at the vision of spreading them wide open to dip my tongue and hard cock in between.

What’s that you say? Why am I fawning of Richard Thomas?

Well, fuck, who wouldn’t? He’s so dreamy! (squeals in teenie bopper voice)

Ahem.

Yeah, I like it all. I may be married, but Brianne and I like to play from time to time. She loves the girls and I love the boys. Men, I should say because pretty boys did nothing for me.

So, why am I so into Richard?

He is very pretty. The azure blue eyes, the killer grin, the dimples, and the perfectly coiffed hairdo.

Yes, to all that, but he wasn’t a twink.

I didn’t do twinks. I ate them for lunch, because having a lover who didn’t match me in strength bored me to tears.

No question, I love a man who looked good, but I also needed him to be rugged. Richard was that whether clean shaven or sporting fuzz on his cheeks and underneath his nose. He was gorgeous, and every chance I got to take advantage of the British heartthrob, I would gladly do so.

Ogling him while he posed for cameras, I swiped my tongue over my lips. My dick strained against my leather pants and I squeezed my legs together only to relieve some of the pressure.

If only we were alone right now.

If only no one gave a damn that two of Hollywood’s hottest men were in a relationship.

Yes, a relationship.

Only he doesn’t know it yet.

He believes it’s an act of lust while I actually know better.

I’m falling in love with this man. This man, who I’d driven to the point of ecstasy. He’d accepted and adopted the power plays between D/s and instead of keeping myself in check I was drawn to him, like a magnet to metal.

I desired more.

Hell, we deserved more.

We hid ourselves from the world to satisfy its stupid ass complex of what hetero macho men should be.

Despite how forward Hollywood was, it was still taboo to be gay. Just ask Guy Tambor, how he can’t get the bigger roles like Richard and I can. He’s out. He has a beautiful husband. The moment he told the world he’d married a man, many of Hollywood’s biggest directors and writers shut their doors in his face.

The guy doesn’t regret it though and for that, I have to admire him.

Because I love what I do, I cannot tell the world about my torrid love affair with Richard Thomas.

If we did, it would be a social media disaster and destroy any career the two of us hoped to maintain in the process.

And we couldn’t have that happen now could we? I had too much at stake in my career. I was already sort of a rebel, but other than being an inspiration to many bisexuals around the globe, I couldn’t find another reason to out either one of us.

No question, I wanted to support everyone who did. I loved the community. Both Brianne and I wholeheartedly supported every queer charity we could with our money and words. Despite that, the losses would be too huge for all of us to out ourselves. We’d be pariahs in Hollywood and heck, if I had kids they might be picked on at school if our sexual history was public knowledge.

Sometimes there were good reasons to stay in the shadows and so fucking what if you don’t agree. You aren’t in mine or Richard’s shoes, taking roles where we’re forced to uphold a certain image. We do it to keep everyone around us employed and to keep the people that love us fed. For the love of everything that’s holy, we couldn’t come out and shock the world with our revelation. The best thing was to keep it all under wraps and let our fantasies stay in the shadows.

Still in deep thought, I felt a warm hand on my bare arm and a nuzzle against my cheek. I leaned down to feel the warmth from my wife and partner of over a decade giving the cameras everything they wanted for a loving couple.

“I dare you to go hug him!” Brianne whispered and followed it up with a swipe of her tongue over my earlobe.

Okay, Richard notwithstanding, I was married to the hottest person on the planet, She was cool, awesome in bed, completely understanding, and what can I say, she got me and I got her. We were the rebels, the black sheep, and we wore those hats proudly. It was another reason why I wouldn’t out myself because I had the perfect setup already.

Feeling my cock pulse under my leathers, I grinned and eyed her with my patented panty dropping smile.

“You doubt my ability my pretty?” I said that to her in my best Brit speak.

“No, I don’t, but I dare you to hug him like a lover in front of all these people.”

To say what I wanted, I held my hand over my mouth so no one read my lips.

“He’ll beat me down if I do that to him in front of the press. Especially fucking Getty. That man gets everything!”

“So you’re chickening out?” Brianne’s brown eyes regarded me.

Knowing she meant every word I cursed under my breath and grabbed her around the waist, kissing her head. “What’s the bet?”

“You hug him and I convince Leslie to allow you to fuck her. You know she’s scared as shit of your dick.”

“Mhmm. And Leslie’s quite the beauty.” Leslie was Brianne’s girlfriend on the side and, she only wanted Brianne. She wanted no part of me.

“And if I don’t?” I rocked with her and the cameras were busy flashing our tender moment.

Brianne hugged me close and spoke into my chest. “Hmm, let’s see. What would really hurt? Oh, I know. No vodka for a week.”

Aw shit.

Again, I swore because I had to have my vodka as bad as I had to have my woman on my arm. That was my vitamin. That clear liquid of life gave me energy to be the Issak Trevett everyone knew and loved. Without that, I might as well be Guerilla Heat Issak all over again. All scrawny, with no form, no mojo, and barely no women. Okay, scratch that, I had women, but they weren’t any of the gals I’d pulled down before I got hitched.

And, by the way, no Richard either.

Knowing what I had to do, I sighed and kissed her head. She pulled away from me and I spun on my heel, towards my target. I eyed him curiously, undressing him from head to toe, showing off the mischievous smile everyone knew and loved. No one except for me and Brianne had a clue about what I was doing which was good. It would ruin the surprise for him if anyone were the wiser.

Like a cat about to pounce, I tiptoed behind him, with my arms stretched out, ready to grab. I wrapped two arms around him, feeling his body tense and air escaped his lips.

“Fuck!”

Richard cursed aloud and he moved back against my frame so my dick touched the crevice of his ass.

I groaned, knowing I’d just soiled the lining between my cock and the insides of my trousers. Yeah, I was free balling tonight because God dammit, any extra cloth down there and I’d be sweating. The lining was so I wouldn’t get friction burns on the tip on my dick. That shit hurt like hell. With this move, I wouldn’t be suffering from burns, instead from the moisture spurting between my thighs.

“Issak.”

Richard gasped my name out and I could’ve sworn I came again. He turned around, face pinked, smiling like he was generally happy to see me. I glanced down at the tent in his pants and knew I had the same effect on him as he had on me.

Apparently excited, Richard hugged me back like a Hollywood fellow actor and friend should. It was purely platonic to the eyes of many, but to me it was the foreplay that would fuel our night together. If there weren’t so many tuned into this moment, I’d grab his ass and lift him off his feet for thrills. 

“Richard, my man.” I said it when we bear hugged with both our arms around each other’s bodies. Once my mouth was close enough to his ear, I recited my room number. Brianne would be going to a friend’s house once the premiere was over so we could hook up this evening.

“At the Crowne London, penthouse suite 3B.” I’d slipped a keycard into his jacket when his back was turned to me.

With many eyes and camera phones on us, we pulled away giving each other more than generous smiles and hugs. In all honesty, we looked like two very high Cheshire cats. Both of us knew we had to play it up for the crowds and I was very sure some fanfiction writer would have a field day with these pictures.

“Right. Good to see you again.” Richard lightly patted me on the chest and let go before either one of us would do anything rash. He nodded at me, clearly affected by that moment, but like the gentleman he was, Richard would not show everyone else how rattled he might’ve been.

With labored breaths, I watched him move on, then I turned and posed for more pictures. Little did they know the heat between us caused flames to consume my entire body. I ached to be with him. My heart thumped in my chest, damn near cutting off my breath and my dick was rock hard. Solid. I could hammer anything in my path because of that one hundred and twenty seconds with him.

God, what he did to me and my psyche was incredible.

“So, you did it.”

I nodded and held her close to me again. “I did.”

“And I guess I need to convince Leslie she has to ride you at least once.”

“Maybe. I don’t care either way, it’s totally up to her.”

“Aw, aren’t you sweet. A bet is a bet.” Brianne pinched my ass and I yelped a little. The photographers and the fans thought it was adorable.

“It is, but I really don’t give a damn, babe. I got you and tonight I’ll have my man.”

I glanced at his slender frame walking into the theatre, greeting a couple of our co-stars on the way.

“And, that my dear, is truly all I’ll ever need.”

Richard

After the movie, I faked sick and jumped in my car to rush to the hotel. It just so happened both of us were staying at the Crowne which meant no one would know which room I was heading into.

Regardless, I always had disguises in my trunk just so we could meet up together. The main idea was indeed to keep our secret meetings a secret.

Not wanting to cause any undue attention, I walked fast to the elevator, not bothering to acknowledge anyone at the desk. At this late hour very few people worked anyway which meant I could get by without being seen.

Once I made it to the lift, I pressed the buttons and leaned back on the paneling. I eyed the numbers lighting up at the top of the elevator and sighed inwardly.

Thinking of that earlier exchange, my breaths hitched in my chest and immediately I sensed the blood rushing to my cock. Feeling the pressure on my groin, I reached down and gave my hardened erection a stroke through my trousers, replaying the entire vision in my head.

Issak was so close to me, taking such a risk grabbing me from behind. His big arms wrapped around me, pulling my backside to meet his dick.

Ugh.

I groaned and licked my lips while the scenario repeated in my brain. One of his hands slipped around my right side, sliding his penthouse key into my pocket. Him growling his room number into my ear coupled with hot breath tickling my earlobe. Thoroughly aroused, I finally turned to meet his gaze.

As the heat rushed to my cheeks, Issak’s wild brown eyes gazed hungrily at me, saying I can’t wait to fuck you this evening. It was all there on display if anyone read the messages.

Sure, we appeared to be two chaps who’d worked together ever so often, meeting at parties and awards shows, but those grins we’d exchanged were so much more. That sinister smile he gave meant your ass is mine and I returned it saying, I cannot wait until it is.

That was the effect Issak had on me ever since we started seeing one another. No one had the power to make me blush with regularity or make me forget my damn name. No one could edge me, then make me come on his command. Only Issak could and I looked forward to those scenarios happening again. Not only because I desired it, but hell I needed it for my sanity.

The ring of the elevator, signaling the arrival to the correct floor disrupted my lusty thoughts. I walked off the lift and made the turn to his suite as he’d requested. I reached inside my right pocket, sliding the key out, then waved it over the censor to unlock the door. With one click, I was inside and I carefully closed the door behind me.

Striding through, I waved my hand over the sensor and the place lit up like a Christmas tree. The suite was similar to mine. The off white walls covered with random photographs of the city. The living room held a couch, a recliner, and two tables on either side with a small coffee table in the middle. Atop one of those side tables sat a decanter with whiskey inside. Undoubtedly Scotch because that’s what Issak drank other than vodka. I could tell the container had been hit several times already.

Walking through the sliding doors to the next room, I eyed the bed, covered in white sheets along with a grey bedspread. The four pillows sat up on each side, encased in the same colored coverings. Lying against one of them, a note, that appeared to be folded in half like a card.

Curious, I walked closer and grabbed it.

While I stepped out my shoes, I flicked it open and slid my tie from around my neck.

Richard,

I’ll be here around eleven. Make yourself comfortable and get ready for me. Wash yourself thoroughly, inside and out. I’m looking forward to seeing you tonight and creating that scene I sent you months ago.

Much Love,

Issak

Reading his words, I smiled to myself and tossed the note back on the bed. The anticipation filled me, thinking of his large hands all over me, while I was bound, gagged, and plugged. I couldn’t wait to get started. Since it would be another hour before his arrival, I decided to prepare myself as he instructed.

Excited, I stripped my suit off and placed everything on the chair on the side of the bed. I removed my socks and underwear, tossing them in the same pile. Right then, I caught sight of the bathroom and made my way to the entrance. The cold hardwood sent a chill through my body, making my teeth chatter, but I ignored it for now.

In the bathroom, I waved my hand over the sensor and the lights came to life. Light grey marbled tiles covered the walls. The shower on the left, big enough for four or five along with a double sink. In the center, a huge white porcelain tub with one shiny silver faucet in the middle. There was also a sprout for additional cleaning.

Thinking of Issak’s note, I wondered which method to use to clean myself as he asked.

The bath or the shower?

Thoroughly would mean in the bath so I could immerse myself in water. Since the bath appealed to me more, I decided to take advantage of it.

Taking a few steps, I strode over to the tub, then reached down inside of it, grabbing the plug for the drain. I turned the valve and grabbed one the bath salts on the side table, pouring a decent amount in. In moments, the bathroom smelled of citrus and I inhaled it deeply. When the water filled midway, I turned the valve off.

I eyed the small digital clock on the right side by the sink and quickly walked over to grab the candles and matches sitting on the counter. I lit them all, one by one, placing them on the side table by the tub as well as the counter and sink. I waved my hand over the lights again, then sauntered back to the tub.

Ready to get in, I dipped a toe in to test if it were too hot or cold.

The perfect temperature.

Satisfied, I stepped all the way in and eased down into the water. Instantly the warmth caused my nipples to harden on my chest and I sucked in a breath feeling intense relief. My dick, already hard, bobbed against my belly and I grasped my shaft, thinking of Issak’s mouth taking me in. I rubbed my thumb over the tip and jerked my tight fist over my hardened flesh.

In ecstasy over my vision, I moaned and closed my eyes, envisioning him with me in the tub. Naked as I was, he crouched over my midsection and his head moved up and down in the same motion as my hand. Issak’s mouth swallowed my cock, licking and sucking me to the point of completion while I pinched my own nipples.

Overcome with desire, my body shuddered and trembled. When I cried out, warm shots of cum spurted on my belly and chest. I bit down hard on my bottom lip and rose both legs up, feeling my ass quivering from want. I needed to be filled with something, with him preferably because masturbation alone would not do anymore.

Still aroused, I opened my eyes and leaned back, planting both feet onto the floor of the tub. I hadn’t done what he asked as of yet because I was too busy enjoying the hot moment being played in my brain.

A wicked grin crossed my lips, thinking of the punishment, my Dom had in store for me.

A few slaps across the ass with the riding crop?

A twelve incher shoved up my ass while I wore a ball gag?

Oh the possibilities that could come about from disobedience. I supposed I would have to wait until he returned to learn of my fate.

Issak

I arrived a little earlier than I told Richard I would because damn, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him. I’d slipped out so no one would miss me. I was sure Brianne would have just the right alibi to cover my tracks.

Not worrying about speeding tickets, I rushed back to the hotel. I sprinted past the desk so I wouldn’t be stopped and hopped on the elevator to get up to my penthouse suite.

Jazzed, I punched the numbers and leaned back, watching the numbers go up. In only a couple of moments, I’d be on my floor as I wanted.

As predicted, the elevator was fast. I dashed to my room and waved the keycard over the sensor. I popped my head in, noticing the lights were all on, meaning my man was indeed here. I smelled his cologne in the air and I inhaled it deeply in my lungs. Something like sandalwood, mixed in with natural musk. I couldn’t wait to drink it in, completely because I’d missed it as much as I missed him.

To say I wasn’t completely taken by the man was an understatement.

Striding across the living area, I made my way to my bedroom. I slid my jacket off and tossed it on the floor, near the closet. I eyed his suit, crumpled in the recliner and smiled.

Fuck yes.

Richard was already naked and I would get my hands on him as I’d desired for the last two and a half months.

Totally excited, I leaned down to remove my boots along with my socks. I unzipped my pants and shoved them down from my waist. When my hard dick popped out from beneath my leather pants I hissed and sucked in a breath. While I finished getting out of them, I yanked my t-shirt from over my head and dropped it in the pile along with my pants.

Now naked, I moved across the room and walked through the door leading to the bathroom. I caught sight of my man in the tub, with his hand on his shaft, jerking it in his palm. His eyes were closed and mouth in the shape of an “O”. Richard was gasping and moving in the tub, making the water move with him.

Damn, what a sight. I could come just taking him in, but I desired more than just visual stimulation.

I took my eyes off Richard a moment to notice the scene he’d created. Candles were lit in different spots in the room, giving it the perfect backdrop for our night alone together. I nodded my approval and walked closer to the tub, watching Richard’s body give in and unravel in front of my eyes. In a trance, I reached down and grabbed my own shaft, fisting it in the same motion as he’d done his. I sucked in a deep breath and threw my head back, feeling my own fucking resolve wither away. What this man did to me was incredible. He hadn’t even touched me yet and I was ready to explode.

Caught up in my arousal, I nearly forgot I was in the same room with him. So, when a hand covered mine, removing it from my cock, I inhaled sharp in surprise. Those azure blue eyes met mine and he immediately wrapped both hands around me, bringing my crotch close to his face.

“Missed you.” Richard whispered and planted kisses around my belly, trailing his tongue from my navel on down to my treasure trail. He licked the spot right above my cock before nuzzling his nose into the bed of short curls surrounding my dick.

“Fuck baby.” I dropped my head back, watching the ceiling above my head. I swiped my tongue over my lips, enjoying the feeling of his mouth taking me in completely. He licked around the top and dipped the tip of his tongue into the piss slit. 

“Oh baby.” I stumbled and held both hands by my sides, trying my best to brace myself for what was to come. I sucked in air once again and thrust my body back and forth to fuck his mouth with my cock.

“Fuck, Richard. Fuck yeah, suck that dick. Your mouth … oh shit, your mouth.” I cried out and clenched my teeth tightly together, holding on to what little restraint I had.

Then, a surprise. I grasped onto his shoulders to steady myself and within minutes, I felt a finger press against my back door entrance.

“Ugh.” I yelled at the top of my lungs, knowing that would make me come in an instant. But I couldn’t have that. Not when I hadn’t fucked Richard like I wanted. I needed to mark him and make him mine again.

Reluctantly, I pulled away and backed up so I could grab the condom and lube I’d placed in the drawer before I left. I had them all over the suite because I wasn’t sure where we’d end up.

“Issak.” Richard was kneeling in the tub, rubbing one hand over his semi furry chest, while the other grasped his cock. A flame was in those blue eyes and his lips were slightly swollen.

With the items I needed, I strode back over to him. I placed the condom and lube on the side table and took him by the hand, helping him to stand. When we were at eye level, I grabbed his face in mine and sucked his lips into my mouth, before letting go to cover his lips with my own.

Richard wrapped both arms around me, returning that kiss with more passion and burn, so much so my mouth hurt from the lip lock.

I grimaced and moaned in the kiss, feeling my arousal spike by the fucking thousands. If I didn’t get inside of him soon, I’d climax just from the foreplay.

 “Turn around so I can prep you, baby.” My voice was breathy and filled with need.

Richard bowed his head and shifted, then bent down, spreading his legs wide.

“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this.” I placed both hands on his ass and pried it wide open. The slight hairs around his asshole looked delectable and I dipped my tongue in between the cracks and sucked on the taut skin.

“Shit, Issak. Oh fuck.” Richard growled at me and his hand pressed my head further into his butt.

Though I was a Dom I relished in Richard taking control of the situation. We were on equal footing for now, so I allowed him force me deeper into him. I ran my tongue over his rectum, then moved back so I could spread him more. I noticed his hole expand slightly for me and I gave it a firm slap.

“That’s right baby. Open it for me. I wanna taste you.” No sooner than I finished the sentence, I dipped my tongue into his hole. It smelled like the bath salt, but also like him. All tangy, salty sweet. Richard was all of that and I thoroughly enjoyed eating him.

“Issak. Oh God, need you in me. I need your dick!” Richard yelled out for me.

I wasn’t too worried about who would hear. I was pretty sure there were sound proof walls in this overpriced establishment and even if there weren’t, it wasn’t like they knew who stayed in this suite anyway. Issak and Richard could be anybody. It didn’t have to be Trevett and Thomas.

“You need me, huh?” I bit his butt cheek and gave it another smack. Again, I pushed my tongue inside of him, over and over at the same rate as I jerked my dick. I ran my thumb through the pre-cum on the tip, then smoothed some on the rest of my fingers. I moved back and rubbed a bit on Richard’s asshole to use as some lube. I’d use the actual slick too, but I liked seeing my come on his asshole, because this would be the closest I’d get to having my seed inside him.

If only.

But it was too damn risky. We had women in our lives and although I liked the idea of filling him up and watching it leak out, we couldn’t knowing what could possibly happen. A damn bummer if you asked me, but a man could dream.

Despite this, I continued to rub my slicked finger over his ass. I grabbed the actual lube and squeezed some into my palm. I pried him open again, and stuck my wet finger into his asshole, then added another. The manner in which it contracted around my digits made me harder if that were possible.

“That’s it baby. Oh yeah, your ass looks so good around my fingers.”

Richard contracted and moved back and forth on my hand. The mewling sounds from him when straight to my cock and I reached down, fisting myself again. My breaths were erratic and I growled low.

I couldn’t wait only longer to be inside of him so I tore the foil packet and rolled the latex onto my erection.

“You’re fucking me. Please say you are.”

“I am.” I planted a light kiss on his ass, then dragged my tongue from his ass crack to his spine. I placed kisses there too and wrapped both hands around his waist.

“Are you cold in this tub? Wanna turn some water on to warm it up?”

“No, I swear I won’t even notice when you’re inside me.”

Richard’s voice was full of need and I loved it. He was so ready for me, so damn open. I could hardly wait to thrust my cock inside him.

While I held him, I could feel Richard shift in order to get comfortable. I pressed my dick at his rear entrance and slowly slid inside of him. In less than a minute, I was fully inside  and inhaled deeply, feeling the shots of energy roam through me like a bad drug. It was this way each and every time we fucked.

“Oh fuck, Issak!” Richard cried out.

I slid out a little then rammed forward into him again, while I held onto his body. I reached around to grab his cock, fisting it in the same motion as my thrusts.

Richard met each one so we could be in sync. He reached out and wrapped one arm around me to pull me in closer.

“Oh yes, Richard. Fuck.” I leaned into him, fucking him over this tub. My mouth was close to his ear and I licked the lobe, then dragged my tongue down to his shoulder. I gently bit it and trailed more kisses to the nape of his neck, right under his hairline. I nibbled there too so I could mark him and make him feel it for a while after we were done.

“Issak. God. Yes. Make me yours. I’m all yours.” That accent got me going almost as fast as anything. It spurred me on to quicken the pace, even though my mind and heart told me to slow down and make it last. Like I said earlier, I was in love with Richard. This was more than physical for us and I wanted to make that clear to him.

Although I was close to coming, I braced myself for what I needed to do. I couldn’t tell him about my feelings in this position so, I reluctantly pulled out.

When I did, I heard Richard whimper.

I turned him around and covered his mouth with mine again. “I wanna watch you come, baby. Lie down on the floor for me.” I spoke against his lips. I pulled away and grabbed a towel from the side of the tub. I whipped the fabric, then spread it out on the tiles. The minute I did, he crouched down, then laid out on the towel as I asked.

With my dick still full and about to erupt, I knelt down and hovered over him. I brought his legs up, wrapped them around my waist, and settled in between his thighs. Once I lined my dick up with his hole, I pushed forward, breaking the ring again. Although I’d already been there for a duration of time, I felt the energy roam through my body again, making my nipples taut and my ass tense.

Close to orgasm, I sucked in a breath and thrust forward into him, then leaned down to watch Richard writhe below me. After planting both hands on either side of his head, I engulfed his mouth with mine, pushing my tongue in between his lips.

Richard drew my tongue in while he pushed back with his own thrusts. Both in perfect rhythm with mine.

“Issak.”

Richard said my name against our kiss and he groaned while I continued to pummel his ass.

I stopped kissing him and traced his lips with the tip of my tongue. My gaze met his blues and I lost myself in them.

“Damn, Richard. Do you know what you do to me?” I kept riding him and kissing him in between words. Our kisses were soft and long, with more tongue. I loved every minute of it.

“Do you know how crazy you make me?”

“I have an idea, since you make me feel the same way.” Richard said in response with a smile. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.

I pulled away, still staring into his blue eyes. Our movements were still in perfect time with each other. “I love you Richard. I love this. I love us together.”

Richard’s smile got bigger and he collapsed his lips on top of mine. Richard let go with a smack and held my hair tightly in his palm.

“I love this too, Issak and I love you.” Richard responded in a near growly tone coupled with that accent.

Hearing him say it back, I leaned down and my hair rushed forward, partially covering his face. Sweat covered my brow and my knees hurt from being kneeling on the hard tiles. After Richard moved my wayward locks, I continued to kiss him, knowing my desire to come had reached its peak. The shudders wracked my body and my resolve was now down to nil. My lips quivered while we kissed, and my thrusts quickened, becoming more erratic. I groaned into his embrace and within the span of a couple of minutes, my control gone, I released everything I had into the condom.

“Yes, Issak. Fuck! Yes.” Richard took my lips into his again. His nails scraped my back as we continued to fuck.

It didn’t matter that I was in pain or that my knees would be sore, all that mattered was here, right in front of me.

Richard.

Only Richard.

He and I, loving one another on the bathroom floor of my suite.

Still semi hard, I continued to ride him while we kissed. I sensed him shaking uncontrollably under me and warm spurts hit my stomach and thighs.

“Yes, baby. Come for me. Give it all to me.” I spoke in between lip locks again, watching Richard unravel in front of my eyes. The usually calm and cool Richard Thomas, losing everything because I was buried deep inside his ass. Although I’d already climaxed, I didn’t want to leave him. I wanted to continue feeling his skin around mine even when my dick was too soft to do anything.

Now exhausted, I stopped moving and collapsed on top of him. We resumed our long kiss and I ran my hands through his brown locks that were now filled with sweat. He did the same, tangling his fingers in my curls.

“Issak.”

“I know, it was …”

“In your words, fucking amazing.” Richard laughed in between hampered breaths.

“Yep. It always is with you.” You should wear three piece suits more often.”

Richard chuckled heartily and kissed me again. “Is that all that got you hot for me?”

“Nope. But I will say it did get my juices flowing a lot quicker.”

“Then I’ll make sure I wear it to the premiere.”

I smiled at him and pressed my lips atop his again. “Oh yeah? And I will make sure to go commando again too. Just so I can take you up to the private showroom and fuck you during a scene.”

“You promise?”

“Scouts honor.” I raised my free hand.

“Then perhaps I will free ball it too just for the occasion.”

“It doesn’t matter, Richard. Either way, I’ll get your ass whether it’s clothed or not. You can count on that.”

“I’m glad I can, because it’s all I ever look forward to.”

I regarded his blue eyes before dropping my gaze to his puffed out lips. I softly dragged a finger over his cheek. 

“Me too, my love. Me too.”

 

 

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The hotel was quiet. It was unusual for this time of year but with the pilots on strike there wasn’t much action as far as tourists were concerned. As I walked through the foyer, I thought about last night and the hot young surfer that had put on such a hot show. I was starting to get that old familiar feeling in my groin.

‘Mr. Mac, how are you today?’ I looked up from my reverie and saw Wayne, the new porter. God, what an Adonis this boy was. Standing 5’8” with shoulder length straight, blonde hair, Wayne was a real stunner. By the look of his uniform, he also had a beautiful body underneath. Being the hotel owner had certain privileges and one was checking all the personnel records. I had checked Wayne’s resume and found out was his interests were. He was into skateboarding and surfing. This meant that my thought about his body would surely be correct. Sally, my Personnel Manager, really knew how to pick the cute ones!

‘Can I park the car for you?’ he asked. Since I had purchased the BMW 855ti, ALL the porters wanted to take it for a drive so I indulged him and asked if he could also wash it for me.

‘Sure, not a problem, we’re really quiet at the moment and I’ve done all the rounds of the guest rooms’. I threw him the keys and watched as his tight little butt walked away from me. My groin just got bigger! I’ve got to have this boy, I thought. Since the wash bay was at the back of the hotel, I would be able to sit on my balcony and watch him as he performed his duties.

Luckily for me it was a really hot day and as I walked through my apartment to the balcony overlooking the wash bay, I saw Wayne leaning over the car with his shirt off. He blushed when he saw me as he apologised for taking his shirt off. He knew I was a stickler for the rules and no employees were allowed on hotel premises without the proper uniform. I gave him my best ‘I am not impressed look’ while secreting devouring the vision of loveliness that was on view to me. He had a chest which was nicely defined and a stomach that a six pack wouldn’t describe. Not a hair was visible. I turned and walked into the room and as I did a plan started to form in my head!

I rang the Front Desk and said that as it was so quiet, I would have Wayne do some work around the house for me and that as it was a lot of work not to expect him back for the rest of the day. After about a half an hour there was a gentle knock on the door and as I opened it, there was Wayne, except now he had his shirt back on.

‘Your car is all finished, Mr. Mac. Here are the keys’ he said. As he started to hand them back, I pushed his hand away.

‘Wayne, I have some errands I want done, do you mind doing them for me?’

‘Not at all, what would you like done?’ he asked. As I gave him the list of tasks, I felt that for sure when he got back he would be more than ready to play the game. The list included getting some snacks and grog for the upcoming party tomorrow night and also some entertainment in the form of X rated porno videos as well as a dozen bottles of Amyl. I told him to just park the car in the garage and bring everything in when he got back. As he started the car up and pulled out of the driveway, I thought I was going to come in my pants there and then.

While he was away, I went through my drawers and found a pair of black Calvin Klein athletic trunks which really showed off my bulge and highlighted the work that my trainer and I had been doing with my butt. I found a grey singlet top and slipped that on as well. When he got back after an hour, I was working out. He walked in and his eyes immediately went to my body as it strained and pumped the weights up and down.

‘Gee, I didn’t know you worked out Mr. Mac. You sure have got a good body. Your suits don’t show off how much work you’ve done!’ he stammered. ‘Do you work out as well, Wayne?’ I asked. ‘Yea, although not as much as I would like. I skate and surf a bit though and that keeps me pretty toned.’ He replied. ‘Would you like to work out now, Wayne? I have told the manager that you are working for me today, so don’t worry about your job’. ‘Could I? That would be way cool, Mr. Mac!’ ‘Wayne, my name is Steve, keep the Misters for in the hotel, OK?’ ‘Sweet’ he replied. As I got up from the weight bench he eased himself down and sat on the edge.

‘Mr….. I mean Steve, do you mind if I take my shirt off while I pump as it only gets in the road’. ‘No not at all, as a matter of fact, so might your uniform pants. Why don’t you take them off as well. Are you wearing any jocks under those?’ ‘ Yea, but I’d rather keep them on if you don’t mind’. ‘Now come on Wayne, I’ve been around and seen a lot, there isn’t anything hiding there that I haven’t seen before’. ‘Well, it’s just that I only have a G-string on under these. The ladies love it when I bend over and they can’t see any jock lines. It really helps with the tips’ he laughed. ‘That’s OK, I often wear G-strings myself. In fact I like to work out in a jock strap a lot of the time. It lets me see all the muscles as they work’. ‘Cool, I like to watch my muscles work too. I love mirrors in weight rooms. I will whip my duds off as long as you don’t mind’ ‘Go for it’ I said.

As he stood and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, my breath started to get shorter. Here I was just about to work out with the hottest looking eighteen year old I’d seen in a long time and have him also do it in a G-string! Dreams do come true! He peeled the shirt back off of that glorious chest to reveal the smooth and beautiful vision that I had witnessed earlier. Next he sat back down and started to take off his socks and shoes and then stood to undo his belt. He turned his back to me at this stage as I think he was modest so I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t disappointed as his firm bubble butt was held clenched and the strap of his G-string was just visible on the snow white taut arse presented to me. I saw the fine line half way down his calves where his board shorts finished and thought how much of a contrast his good golden complexion was to the stark white of his bubble butt. With his back to me, he carefully folded his shirt and trousers and placed them on the spare chair.

As he turned, I gasped. The bulge that presented itself in his tight G string was huge! I couldn’t help but stare at the wisps of light brown hair just poking over the top of it. The material that the string was made from was mesh and I could see not only the outline of his cock but that he was circumcised as well. My own cock twitched wickedly as I eat in this magnificent vision. He seemed a little uncomfortable as he prepared to sit down. ‘What’s the hassle Wayne?’ I asked. ‘Its just that I feel a little self conscious sitting here with only my G string on in front of you’ he replied. ‘If that’s all that’s bothering you, I’ll make it fair for you. Tell you what I am wearing a jockstrap under this, how about I strip down to that so you don’t have to fell so awkward’. ‘That would be really cool… you don’t mind do you?’ ‘No, I already told you that I often work out only wearing one so don’t panic’. With that I slowly pulled down my Calvins to reveal the swimmers black jock that I was wearing. My cock was extra sensitive as I had been dreaming of this Adonis and it filled the pouch to bursting capacity. Although I wasn’t totally hard, it was at least half hard from the view in front of me.

With this Wayne obviously relaxed more. Was I imagining it or did Wayne actually spend a bit more time than usual checking out my bulge? Only time will tell. At this stage the plan had really formulated in my mind and I knew exactly how I was going to get this boy into my bed.

He started to lift the bar bell that was in the rack and I watched in awe as his young firm muscles moved to and fro with the up and down movements. As the weight was heavy, I asked if he wanted me to spot him and then took a position at the head of the weight bench. His eyes looked straight up and stared at my bulge just inches away from his face. He continued to lift the weights and as he did this I looked down at his groin and saw that his cock was slowly filling with hot throbs as the material was starting to tent out the front of his string.

After about ten minutes of this he had started to work up a good sweat and his muscles were glistening in the heat of the room. He went through a routine that worked most of his muscle groups and with this I said that it was probably time to stop for a while. ‘Yea, I think I might bust a boiler if I keep going. You really have some good equipment here’ he said. More than you know, I thought to myself. ‘Why don’t we go and have a cool drink and sit down for a while.’ ‘That would be cool, I’ll just get dressed’ he said. ‘Wait a minute, if you put those clothes back on without having a shower you’ll feel really uncomfortable. Just bring them through and you can have a shower afterwards, OK?’ ‘Cool, if you don’t mind that is?’

With that he walked through the door and headed towards the living room. I asked what he would like to drink and he said just a Gatorade, which I got from the bar fridge. He was obviously in awe of the surroundings and said that I had a really neat place. I told him to go for a walk around and have a look at the rest of it he liked while I fixed myself a drink. Good, I thought, while he is out of the room I can get stage 2 organised. Off he headed with that piece of string between his perfectly moulded arse cheeks and was back in a matter of minutes with a huge smile on his face. He said it was really neat that I had my own spa and sauna and that my bedroom was huge. I simply shrugged it off as the privileges of owning a big hotel. What vision it was watching this hot young buck walking through my rooms in that see through G string. My cock was on fire!

While he was out of the room, I opened the packages that I had asked him to pick up and casually left a few of the porno videos lying on the arm of the couch. I also slipped a bottle of the Amyl, down the side of the couch cushions within easy reach. He sat down on the couch and he couldn’t but help notice the package lying open on the table and the videos resting on the arm of the chair. His eyes widened when he say the beautiful blonde girl on the cover sandwiched between the two hot studs, one blonde and one brunette, on the cover. His cock gave an involuntary twitch!

‘Do you like porno, Wayne?’ I asked knowing full well that all young guys love it. ‘Yea, but I haven’t had the chance to see too much of it. Everytime I get the guts up to go out and buy some, my brother steals it from me and the pages always get stuck together so I end up throwing them away’ he said. ‘That’s what I like about videos, no pages to stick together’ I laughed. ‘Besides, the action is always better if it moves rather just a still picture. Would you like to watch one?’ ‘Would that be alright, I mean I don’t want you going to any trouble’ ‘Sure, you pick out the one you want to watch’ They were all chosen as they had bisexual scenes in them and I intended to use them to seduce the guys tomorrow night at the party.

He picked out the one that was right on the arm and handed it to me to put into the player. I had just installed a big screen TV. And had a theatre sound system fitted to it. As the image filled the screen, the sound pumped through the six speakers around the room. The first scene was very straight forward. Boy meets girl, girl sucks boy’s cock, boy fucks girl and leaves. The actors were cute and the stud in the movie had a nine inch cock which throbbed wickedly as he ate the girl’s dripping cunt out. I looked at Wayne, who stared at the screen and noticed that he had his hands over his crotch hiding from me the bulge underneath. ‘Hey, Wayne, would you do me a favour and get me another beer?’ I asked, knowing that he would have to move his hands if he did. ‘No problem, Steve’ he said as he got up. I watched that beautiful arse sway gently as he went behind the bar and when he turned to come back I saw what I wanted. About seven inches of hard meat was wedged between the cloth and his groin and the knob was causing the bottom of his briefs to stand out in a really lewd manner. ‘You obviously are enjoying the movie’ I said. ‘Yea, it’s really hot.’

He sat down again just as the next scene came on. This was a scene with the three actors who were on the cover. It started with the blonde and the girl making out in the bed and suddenly the other guy walking in on them. He started to fight with the other guy as the girl curled up in the corner of the bed and as the guys fought the brunette had his clothes ripped off of him revealing a substantial sized cock and as the two guys continued it was obvious that both guys were getting turned on from the wrestling they were doing with each other. As they gave each other a bear hug their hard cocks touched and then without warning the blonde started to really deep kiss the brunette. Meanwhile the girl was watching all this and started to finger fuck herself as she turned on to the scene as well. The guys went down and 69’d each other with the girl licking the blonde guys arse.

I look over at Wayne and saw that he was gently rubbing his hand across the bulge that showed itself and I heard him moan as he saw the two guys start kissing. ‘Turn you on?’ I asked. ‘I’ve never seen that before, it’s wild’ he said. I smiled at him as I started to rub my dick through my jock strap knowing he could see everything I was doing. I slowly slipped my hand down the front and started to really give my dick some good hard squeezing. I knew that there was no way that Wayne could not see what I was doing. With this I reached down and grabbed the bottle I had stashed and took a really deep draw of the aroma inside. The smell of the new bottle had its usual effect and immediately I got hornier than hell.

Wayne looked puzzled at what I had just done so I told him that Amyl makes you feel really horny and that it makes your whole body tingle but really makes your cock throb. I asked if he would like to give it a try. ‘Sure, I’ll give anything a try once’ he said, ‘twice if I like it!’ A smile appeared on his face as I passed the bottle to him. I explained how to get a good hit from it. I love watching guys who have never had amyl do their first hit!

He took a strong hit and immediately leaned right back in the chair. This gave me a great view of the neatly pressed package hiding in his G string, I could tell from his extremely hard bulge that he was also circumcised. ‘Whoa, that’s awesome! My head feels like its going to go through the roof!’ ‘Just relax and let it calm down just a little and then think about how your dick feels!’ I said. My plan was working perfectly. I just had to not rush it.

With that, I watched as Wayne’s cock throbbed uncontrollably. ‘Shit man, it makes you feel like you want to cum!’ ‘Sure does, doesn’t it!’ I replied to my little 18 year old stud. By now his hand was no longer hiding his heavily stuffed basket but was gently caressing the knob of his hard cock through the flimsy material covering his boyhood.

I reached across him and took the bottle for another sniff. When I had finished I handed it to him and he did the same. My hand under my strap worked up and down my hard shaft as I watched Wayne getting more and more turned on. By now the scene on the movie had moved to the blonde fucking the girl while the brunette fingered his arse.

‘Wayne, I hope you don’t mind but as you can see, I am really turned on to this movie and I think I am going to have to get more comfortable’. With that I stood and slowly peeled down my black jockstrap until it was around my knees. I saw Wayne’s eyes follow the thin material as it inched its way down my thighs and as my cock came into view I saw his hand squeeze his cock through the string holding them back. I slowly stoked my hard cock putting on a show for this handsome young stud.

‘That looks like a really good idea, hope you don’t mind if I join you?’ Wayne asked. ‘Not at all, I feel better that you are getting into it as well’ ‘Getting out of it you mean!’ he replied as he reached for the amyl again. He took another deep hit and then slowly lifted that cute little bubble butt off the couch and slide the string downwards. I was going to at last see the boy’s throbbing tower of meat in all its glory. As his blonde pubes came into sight, his cock gave a gentle thwack as it struck his stomach when released from its cloth prison. A hot steaming 8 inches of hard cock met my eyes. His hand slowly wrapped itself around his shaft and started a slow up and down stroking. He looked over at me as he reached for his cock and gave the dreamiest look from those beautiful eyes.

I reached into the packet on the table and pulled out the large economy bottle of lube that I had requested and smeared some all over my hard dick. Wayne watched my glistening cock as I stroked it to its hardest yet. I grabbed the shaft and squeezed it for all its worth causing the knob to turn dark crimson and I let out a low moan. Wayne took another hit of amyl and then reached over me for the lube bottle. As he did his elbow inadvertently touched my cock and I let out another moan. His eyes lit up. He coated his hard shaft with the lube.

‘Steve, I’ve never done this before but would you mind if I did something I have always thought about doing? I mean you really are a hot dude and I wonder if you would let me cop a feel of that rod of yours’ Wayne asked. ‘Sure, just let’s have another hit of amyl and maybe you’ll let me feel yours as well’ ‘Do you really want to?’ he asked with a stunned look on his face. ‘Sure you are a hot looking piece of man meat too you know Wayne’ I replied. As he reached over our hands crossed in mid air. I took his throbbing cock in my hand as he held my boner in his. His hands were warm and soft but his cock was hard, hot and throbbing. We each slowly stoked each other up and down as the movie rolled on.

Wayne had that glazed look in his eyes that only can be found in a man ready for anything! I took the lead and slowly leaned over those screaming abs and licked his nipples. ‘Whoa, that feels good!’ he groaned as my tongue swirled around those tight little pennies. I moved from one to the other then allowed my tongue to work further down loving the feel of that tight stomach.

I found that little belly button and started to fuck it in and out with my tongue. Wayne threw his head back against the couch and just moaned. I could see what I was aiming for dripping within reach of my hot tongue. I inched down to those blonde pubes and slowly circled around the base of that throbbing eight inch monster.

I couldn’t stand it anymore and it appeared Wayne couldn’t either as he almost screamed at me ‘ Suck my cock, man. Shove it down your throat!’ It turned me on that this man boy was so forceful! He grabbed the back of my head and forced me to swallow his boymeat! I wrapped my lips around that glistening knob and worked my throat hard on the steel like shaft.

He groaned loudly as my lips met the base of his throbbing cock and I worked up and down.

‘Ooooooh, fuck that is awesome! Keep sucking me I’m gonna cum!’

I slurped heavily on his boy tower and felt his knob swell in my throat. I wasn’t going to miss any of his boy cream and lowered my mouth as deeply as I could down his shaft.

‘Take it Steve! Here it cums! Aaaaagh!.’ I felt his cock convulse deep in my gullet as volley after volley of hot, fresh boy cum ran down my throat. I swallowed hard!

When Wayne had finished cumming I let my mouth come slowly back up the still hard shaft and ran my tongue around the slightly softer underside of his knob.

‘Oh man, I haven’t had a head job like that ever! Wow, you really know how to blow a cock well, Steve!. It’s my turn now! I mean fair is fair!’ Wayne said with a twinkle in his eyes.

He repeated exactly what I had done to him. He learns fast, I thought. As I felt his hot lips wrap around my shaft, I couldn’t resist placing a hand on that bubble butt. I felt how smooth that white expanse was as he slowly worked up and down. I lay back on the couch and told Wayne to lie down as well. I wanted more of this hot young dude’s body.

I held his hard again shaft and rubbed those buns as he sucked deeply on the hot cock in his mouth. I reached out with my tongue and licked his cock again and decided a 69 was definitely called for.

As my tongue found his cock I rolled him over on top of me. The sight that met my eyes was pure heaven. There poised right above me was the delicate little pink rose of his arse. A few wispy blonde hairs stuck out but mostly it was hairless. I couldn’t resist it any longer! I started to move my tongue over those young bull balls, swirling around the tight sack. My lips sucked along the line between his balls and his arse working closer to the beckoning hole, twitching wickedly before my eyes.

I licked all around the hole until I couldn’t stand it any more and stuck my tongue as deep as it would fit into his tight, hot little hole! ‘Aaagh, fuck! That’s wild’ Wayne screamed. As he felt my tongue invade his virgin arse, he convulsed again and I could feel he was close again to blowing his second load all over my chest. It was all too much for me, as he let loose, I released the load I had been saving just for him.

We both groaned as we blew together. I was surprised that Wayne took every drop!

He slowly lifted his head and ran his tongue around the sensitive head of my cock and then looked at me and smiled. ‘That was excellent, Steve! You really are one hot stud!’ he said a small dribble of cum hanging down from his chin. I couldn’t help but smile. His eyes swallowed me and I drowned in their depth.

‘So are you, Wayne’ I replied. He slowly bought his head up and gently kissed me on the lips. I wrapped my arms around him and held that tight, young body against mine as we passed our tongues back and forth in each other’s mouths. I felt his cock stir again and realised this hot young fucker could probably go again. Oh, the joy of youth!

‘Wayne you had better get cleaned up and head back to work! They will be wondering what has happened to you’ I said looking up as those blonde locks dropped slowly over his eyes. ‘Yeah, I guess you are right, Mr. Mac’ he replied half heartedly. I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

‘Look, I am having a few guys over tonight for some fun. That is why you had to go and get those things for me. Would you like to come?’ I asked hoping that he couldn’t refuse.

‘Thanks Mr. Mac but I wouldn’t want to get in the way’ he said looking forlorn.

‘Hey Wayne, if I thought you were going to get in the way, would I have asked you? I want you there, I think you will have a lot of fun!’ I stated as a smile came back to those beautiful full lips I had only moments ago loving caressed.

‘Okay, sounds great! I’ll just go and shower. What time would you like me to arrive?’ he asked as he slowly put his briefs back on.

‘Any time you want, Wayne. Anytime you want’ I replied thinking of the possibilities that could arise. I felt my cock stir as he leant over and put his slacks back on, that bubble butt sticking almost in my face. I have plans for you, I thought wickedly.

‘Alright, I’ll be here as soon as I get off work. My olds are away at the moment so I don’t have to go home for any reason. Is that cool?’ Wayne asked.

‘That’s fine, Wayne. Now you go and hit the showers and I’ll see you later.’ With that he leaned over and placed those lips once more on mine and we gave each other a brief parting kiss.

As he walked out the door heading for the staff changing room, I let my mind wander thinking about the hot action that lay ahead. I decided it was going to be one hell of night! Yes, indeed, one hell of a hot, fucking night!

After my little episode with Wayne, I knew I had better head back to the desk to see what had been going on. I guess my timing was perfect as Scott, my bar manager, had left a message that he would like to speak to me. Scott is another of my specially trained staff. He and I had had several good times in the cold rooms and the bars when all the staff and guests had left. Scott was only twenty-one, but he was a good operator in more ways than one. He was very much a Brendan Fraser look alike although a slightly slimmer and younger version. Scott also liked to not only shave his balls and legs but every bit of hair on his body except his head of course. This was always a HUGE turn on for me!

It seemed one of his bar attendants had been caught breaking the house rule of sleeping with the guests. He was seen on video tape entering a room and leaving three hours later. Scott asked me what we should do about it.

“He’s working today?” I asked Scott who simply nodded his reply. “Well, you tell him I would like to see him in my office in 15 minutes” I said as I headed off. Remembering Scott, I turned and with a sly grin said, “Oh, by the way, I am having a special party you would like tonight at my place be there!” Scott wryly smiled as he walked away. I knew he wouldn’t want to miss out on any action that I thought up.

As I sat in my office, I opened the file on the bar attendant, Wayne North. I found it hard to concentrate on the file as talking with Scott had made my dick go hard again. He always had that effect on me. No wonder I kept him around! There was a timid knock on my door.

“Come in” I said as the door gently opened and Wayne entered. He was quite a nice little package; a soft, dark wavy brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, nice trim little body. I was wondering why I hadn’t made a move on this boy before. Maybe Scott was keeping him for himself!

“Take a seat, Wayne. Do you know why you are here?” I asked in my best stern voice I could muster. I might add, it (as well as my dick) was very hard as he had a very innocent look about him.

“Yes, Mr Mac, I broke a house rule.” He said with his eyes slowly looking down. The ‘little boy lost’ look always got to me. I noticed also that his eyes were looking slightly damp.

“Tell me why you did it Wayne? You knew it was against the rules and yet you went ahead and did it. You must have had a good reason, so I want to know what it is.” I said looking down at him as he clasped his hands in his lap.

Next thing he starts to sob gently as he tells me why. It appears he lives with his brother who has a real problem with drugs. Last week, Jon, his brother stole the rent money to buy some Coke. Wayne had been working away when one of the old girls we get in on a Friday night put the hard word on him, which he politely refused. She was persistent and offered him money and, well, that was how he ended up in the room.

“What did you have to do for the money?” I asked curious as all hell as he would be the sort of guy that even I would think about paying for.

“I would rather not say Mr Mac. I don’t want to seem impertinent but it is a bit embarrassing”

“Wayne, you could easily loose your job if you don’t tell me, so just get on with it. You think after 15 years in hotels I haven’t seen it all?” I replied.

“Okay, first she made me watch while she got undressed and put on some sexy lingerie. Then she sat in the chair opposite me and started to play with herself. She told me, she didn’t want me to touch her, just watch. Well, I did just that as she wasn’t really turning me on that much, when all of the sudden the door opens and there is this real young dude standing there.”

“ ‘Up to your old tricks again, I see’ he said. With that he sat on the bed opposite her and started to take off his clothes. What the fuck, oops, sorry Mr Mac, was going on I thought? He stood up to take off his boxer briefs and then his cock just popped right on out. I watched as he slowly started wanking and then he told me to stand and strip off. Now, as I said earlier she wasn’t really turning me on, but this young dude and the whole set up had given me a boner so I slowly undid my shirt and pants and let them drop. He then made me take off my speedos and my hard on gave me away. I then sat and wanked while they fucked each other stupid. Turns out he is her regular toyboy and they like showing off for guys.”

“How much did they pay you?” I asked.

“$200 dollars” Wayne said.

“Hmmm, Wayne, what are we going to do about all this?” I said painfully aware that my hard on was twisted around in my jockstrap. ““I don’t want to fire you as you have been a good employee up until now but you need to be made aware you have done the wrong thing.”

“Oh please Mr. Mac, I’ll do anything. I really need to keep this job. I love working here and you are a good boss”.

“Alright then, you said you’ll do anything?”

“Yes, ANYTHING!” he said as once again his eyes welled up.

“What did your father do when you were really bad?” I asked him.

“He used to spank me” he almost whispered.

“How did he do that?”

“He used to make me strip off in front of him and then he would lay me over his knee and give a sound slapping till I cried”

“Well, Dad and I agree on that. That’s what we’ll do.”

“No way, Mr. Mac, I haven’t been spanked in five years!”

“You want to keep your job?”

“Yes…but”

“No buts! Strip ‘em off boy!”

Slowly he stood. He looked at me with a flushed expression and then I saw his hands go to his shirt. He unbuttoned his collar and peeled his shirt off leaving me to admire his young hairless six pack. Next he kicked off his shoes and leaned over as he took off his socks. Obviously his father had been very thorough. Once his shoes and socks were off, his hands fumbled with his belt and undid his black trousers. I saw a flash of black underneath as he pulled the front open. He was wearing speedos!

“Come here Wayne. It is time you took your punishment” I almost snarled as I pushed my chair back. I made no effort to hide my throbbing cock as he slowly walked over to my chair. “Kneel down and lean over my knee!”

He did as he was told and I saw the most beautiful bubble butt staring back at me. I raised my hand and sent the first smack almost gently down on the boy butt. Again and again I did this until I realised he wasn’t even squirming.

“I think you can’t feel this, Wayne. Stand up!” I almost shouted.

He slowly stood and what greeted my gaze surprised me. It was obvious he had a hard on. There was even a wet spot on his left hip where his knob rested. I told him to take his speedos off which he did blushing all the way. His young cock was uncut and his head was fully showing as a small drop of precum leaked seductively. He wasn’t that hairy and I noticed he had smooth balls.

He leant back over my knee as I started again to spank that cute little red arse. I liked the way he clenched and unclenched his cheeks with each stroke. I slowly moved my free hand under him and played with his balls and prick as I spanked him.

“Ummphhh! Harder Mr. Mac, I have been very bad and NEED a real good lesson!” he panted as I really started laying into that cute arse.

I could feel his balls tightening as I knew he was getting close to blowing is load. “AAAARRgh! He screamed as I felt spasm after spasm wrack his tight young body. He must have thrown eight good strong spurts as I felt my pant leg drenched with hot boy cum. As he settled down I stopped spanking him and continued to slowly stroke his cock.

“I see being spanked turns you on” I said stating the obvious.

“Yeah, my brother does it to me whenever I have done something he doesn’t like which seems to be very often these days. Ummm, Mr Mac…he also makes me clean up my mess.”

“Get down and do it then boy!” I said as he kneeled and slowly licked his cum off my leg. His hands made their way towards my burning crotch but I pushed them away. I had other plans for Wayne.

“Wayne, I am throwing a party tonight and I need a bar attendant. You will be there and you WILL do anything anyone asks you to do. Is that clear? And from now on when we are alone you are to call me Sir! Do you understand boy?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll do as I am told” he said. He had the slightest hint of a smile on his face as he said it too.

“Now get dressed and meet me at my house when you finish at four we need to get everything ready for my guests”

“Yes, Sir and thank you for punishing me, I really needed it”

“That’s alright son. Just remember I still haven’t decided NOT to fire you!”

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It’s rare on a work trip where I can take some time off to play but Grindr can really be a wonderful thing.

Yesterday afternoon, I’m in a West African country relaxing in my hotel and very horny so I log onto Grindr.

Within seconds, I am getting hit up by all these young guys but you can tell they are either money boys or scammers. They all have professional pics and your spider sense just tingles that they aren’t real. Not every stud in this city can have a perfect body and 11″ of dick can they? Probably not. So I chat them up and the inevitable question about money comes up. Delete profile.

One guy though, late 30s, hits me up and for awhile, there is nothing suggestive, just pleasant chat and eventually he says, “I’d like to share pictures but I don’t want to if you don’t have real pics….”

I admitted to him that I laughed out loud because I was thinking the same thing.

Anyway, we share pics and he looks sexy as fuck. Says he had 9″ cut, and only a raw top. SOLD!

I showed him pics I just took of me in a mirror wearing a jock strap and he said he was coming over right now to ravage that pussy.

And so he did.

I met him at the door in my jock with a bottle of poppers in hand and he pushed me into the room kissing and grabbing my ass (to the point it almost hurt).

We made out for awhile and then I got him naked. He made me gag on his perfectly straight 9″ cut cock and then spent a good while eating my ass while holding my legs up. The whole time he is tongue fucking me he keeps muttering, “that is a good pussy.”

Poppered up, he pushed deep into my guts and took off like a jack rabbit in my hole. I would have preferred sometime to get used to his fuckpole but he came within a couple of minutes giving me the first of three loads.

I thought to myself well that was a waste of time, but he stayed rock hard and started fucking me again, this time all over the place. Legs up, on my stomach, doggy style, me straddling him and and this time he was being very dominant and rough. Every time he hit rock bottom I would yelp and that would just make him fuck me harder and harder. I sat on his cock and he said that if his friend were here, they could DP me right now. I think I nearly came when he said that but as I am sliding up and down his pole, he starts to use his fingers to really stretch my ass open wide. Basically I got DP’d by the same guy! Ha

After 30 minutes or so of fucking me all over the room, he pushed me to my stomach on the bed, forced my legs closed and pounded another load into me grunting and heaving as he filled my hole.

By this time, I am a very wet and well fucked bottom full of his nutt which is dripping out. The straps of my jock are soaked in it and his dick is still hard bobbing around as he shoves it in my face to clean it up. Love the taste of my own cum and fuck juice on a hot stud’s dick.

We laid down for a bit to take a breather but after a little while his dick was pushing against my asshole again and he pounded the fuck out of me even harder than before. He was getting so turned on by the noise my ass was making. He pulled out at one point, grabbed my left ankle and raised it up while he smacked my pucker with his other hand saying “good pussy boy, good pussy boy.”

“Do you want this next load in your mouth?” He asked.

I didn’t really have to say yes, because he knew, and back inside my ass he went. He pushed my knees down to my chest and mounted me hard and fast. My arms were thrown above my head on the bed taking his dick like a trooper and then he pulled out, grabbed my head raising it up and jerked a nice wad of jizz into my eyes and onto my tongue which was now lapping up everything I could. The redness of my eyes was a little hard to explain later at dinner.

Literally covered in his cum and it tasted GOOD! After he laid down, I got between his legs and licked his still hard dick clean getting even more of his cum in me.

He showered and got dressed and gave me a sweet kiss as he was leaving. I jokingly said next time let’s have that DP…..he gave me a huge smirk and just said “ok” as the door closed behind him.

I laid down on the bed. My jock strap soaked in cum and fuck juice and as I played with my sloppy well fucked hole, I pulled my 8.5″ out of the jock strap and blew a big load all the way up to my chin.

I texted him later to let him know that my prostate was still throbbing and his reply was simple; “guess that means I fucked yeah you well.”

Can’t argue with that. 😀

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