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It was late June of this year when I got an email from an adult dating website that they have gifted me a month of premium subscription for free. I had completely forgotten about the website. I had made it so long ago. 

Surfing the website I found a lot of profiles but most of them were blank but then I found his profile “DomTop”, he had two shirtless and faceless pictures on his profile. He described himself as naturally dominant and career driven and he had a list of kinks he was interested in. I was naturally drawn to him. I sent him a text “Hello Sir, how are you” the first time I had ever greeted someone like this. But his aura demanded respect. I wasn’t expecting him to respond, but he did “What’s up sub”. He knew. 

We talked back and forth and found out we will be in the same city come mid July, we decided to meet.

He immediately set some rules beforehand:-

1. I always had to address him as Sir/Master.
2. Always be grateful
3. Should be locked in chastity
4. Worship him
5. Be absolutely clean
6. Be completely shaven

He also told me I wasn’t allowed to cum for a few days before meeting him, I naturally volunteered that I won’t cum starting from this moment only. He was surprised at my willingness. 

I avoided talking to him thereafter not because I was afraid and had chickened out, but because he had this weird hold over me that even when we were just talking I was so turned on by him. I wanted to cum so badly, but I wanted to please him however I could. I always responded to his messages instantly but never initiated any conversation for the fear that I might cum. My balls were so full for almost 10-15 days.

The day came he was busy with meetings and asked me to come meet him at his hotel room in the evening. I was running late, I feared that I would be punished. I apologized to him profusely. He seemed to not care. I was terrified. When I reached his hotel, I texted him “Sir, I’m here”.

He told me to wait for him in the lift lobby. Every time someone came out my heart would drop. It seemed as if everyone around me knew that I’m here to be a dirty little whore for my master. Every glance was piercing. I was very nervous. But not once did the thought of simply running away came to my mind. My mind was all made up, I’m here to submit and let my master do whatever he wishes to. The lift door opened and a group of men stepped out, and he also did.

The first time I saw him in flesh and blood, he was shorter than me, in his early 30s and was wearing an all-black workout outfit. Black shoes, black socks, black knee-shorts, black vest and a black jacket over it. His face was serious. He approached me, I greeted him, “Hello sir, how are you”. He replied in a casual tone. It felt natural. We proceeded to the lift. There were  couple of men riding alongside us. They were chatting and us simply eavesdropping their conversation. I’m not sure, I might be wrong but he was either on the 14th or 21st floor of the building. 

We left the lift and he simply led me to his room.

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The morning was calm, too calm for my heated thoughts. John handed me the keys to the store, and that characteristic, slightly mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

“This is your kingdom for today, Matt. Be careful, some toys can work… on you too,” he said half-jokingly.

I laughed, but I could feel my heart racing. Because I knew he was right.

When the door closed behind him, silence fell. Only the soft, rhythmic hum of the demo vibrator in the background reminded me that I was in a place that could explode with sexual energy at any moment.

I stood in the middle of the room and looked around. Shelves full of bottles of lubricant glistened in the dim light, and rows of jockstraps, colorful and provocative, stared at me from the wall, as if inviting me to touch them. The air was thick, saturated with a mixture of the smell of leather, latex, and the sweet aroma of lube.

I walked between the shelves, and images began to form in my head.

I imagined customers who come here not only to shop, but to indulge in my guidance, without shame, without resistance. I saw their naked bodies, obedient, ready for anything I showed them.

I felt a familiar tension in my crotch. I was alone. Just me and all these toys.

And then… ding!

A quiet bell above the door snapped me out of my fantasy. My heart beat faster and the blood in my veins began to pulse with new strength.

The first customer.

The door closed behind him with a soft click, and I drew in my breath, suddenly sensing a different note in the air, fresh deodorant mixed with warm, masculine sweat. Standing in the doorway was a guy who looked like he had just come from the gym.

He was wearing a loose-fitting sports sweatshirt and tight, dark gray sweatpants that hugged his muscular thighs. His hair was slightly tousled, his cheeks flushed, and he looked like he had just run a few miles or… like he had just gotten out of someone’s bed.

“Hi,” he said, his voice slightly tense. “You’re new, right?”

“Yes, Matt,” I replied, trying to sound professional, even though my gaze involuntarily lingered on his thighs and the bulge that the fabric of his pants couldn’t quite hide. “How can I help you?”

The boy glanced around the store quickly, as if checking to see if anyone was watching them. Then he scratched the back of his neck and smiled uncertainly.

“I have… a rather unusual situation,” he said, laughing nervously. “My best friend is getting married, and her friends have roped me into doing a show for them… as a stripper.”

His cheeks instantly turned red.

“I have no idea what I should wear to look… you know… good. I’m a little lost.”

A broad smile appeared on my face, and a light bulb immediately went off in my head.

“That means we need something special,” I said calmly, leading him toward the jockstrap section. “Something that will drive them crazy.”

He stood next to me, and I began pulling out different models and holding them against his hips, assessing the effect.

“This one will emphasize your thighs…” I moved the fabric along his muscles, feeling their tension under my fingers. “And this one will make all eyes focus on your butt.”

He laughed more and more freely, though his cheeks were still burning. I could see that it turned him on more than he wanted to admit, his breathing became shallower, and his sweatpants moved slightly when I paused my hand too close to his crotch for a moment.

Finally, he chose a simple black jockstrap with black straps. I handed it to him, and our fingers touched lightly, a brief brush that sent a shiver through my body.

I led him to the cash register, the atmosphere between us thick and electric.

When I handed him his change, he glanced at me briefly, his lips twitching in a barely visible smile.

I had the feeling that we both knew this was just the beginning.

He grabbed his shopping bag, but instead of turning toward the door, he suddenly hesitated and looked at me with that uncertain yet provocative smile of his.

“You know what…” he began, scratching the back of his neck. “I’d like to try it on. I don’t want to look stupid in front of the girls.”

I raised my eyebrow and pointed to the fitting room.

“There’s a mirror in there. You can calmly…”

”No,“ he interrupted me, waving his hand. ”There’s no point in hiding. All the girls will see me in a few days anyway. You better tell me right away how it looks.”

Before I could answer, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of his pants and, in one swift motion, slid them down to his ankles, along with his boxers. My throat instantly went dry.

My gaze fell on his penis, medium length, thick, slightly drooping, with a subtly shiny head, as if it had just been touched.

I felt my own cock react immediately, hardening in my pants. My heart was pounding like crazy, and the air between us became heavy, almost sticky with tension.

He put his legs in the jockstrap and pretended to get lost in the straps.

“Damn, I can’t figure this out. Can you help me?” he asked with an innocent look on his face.

I could see in his eyes that he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Sure,” I muttered, kneeling behind him. My fingers slowly adjusted the fabric, stroking his taut skin with every movement.

His skin was warm and smooth, and I touched it a little too long, allowing myself a moment I should never have prolonged.

I could smell his body, sweat mixed with a slight hint of sweet perfume, and I wanted to bury my face in it.

He looked up at the mirror in front of him and suddenly gasped.

His cock, under the fabric of the jockstrap, began to slowly rise, creating a clear outline.

“Is… it normal for me to get hard?” he asked, blushing. “It’s probably just because of the jockstrap, right?”

I smiled slightly, leaning in so close that my lips almost touched the back of his neck.

“Relax. It happens more often than you think. It’s not the jockstrap…” I paused for a moment, letting him feel my breath on his skin, “…it’s the way other people look at you.”

I felt his body tremble. He turned suddenly, sticking his butt out toward me.

“And from behind?” he asked, feigning confidence. “I want the girls to go crazy.”

I was so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“They will go crazy,” I whispered, brushing my fingers against his bare buttocks as I adjusted the last strap. “Just tell them to be careful… because they might get dirty just from looking.”

His breathing quickened, and my hands wanted to do much more than they should.

The tension broke in a second. The boy gasped sharply, then hurriedly pulled on his pants and boxers, as if only now realizing what had just happened.

“Thanks, man…” he said, avoiding my gaze. His face was a mixture of embarrassment and… something else.

He paused at the door and looked back at me over his shoulder.

“I hope the bride and her friends get as turned on as you were when you were looking at me.”

I pretended to laugh, but inside I felt a wave of embarrassment mixed with raw desire.

The door closed behind him with a chime, leaving me in complete silence.

I was burning with desire.

I peeked cautiously onto the sales floor. It was empty. Silence.

With my heart pounding, I returned to the back room.

I leaned against the cold metal table, and the image of his naked body and how he stood right in front of me in a jockstrap kept coming back to my mind.

My hand went to my fly before I could think about it.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, already hard and throbbing.

It wasn’t slow pleasure. It was desperation.

I moved my hand faster and faster, imagining him standing in front of me, putting on this little show just for me.

The hum of the demo vibrator from the showroom mingled with my rapid breathing, and every sound in the empty store seemed too loud, too risky.

It only made me harder.

I groaned as I climaxed, my cum spurting onto the cold surface of the table.

For a moment, I rested my forehead against the metal, panting quietly, trying to recover.

Finally, I took a deep breath and cleaned up in a rush before returning to the sales floor.

And then I saw it.

There was a small, folded piece of paper on the counter.

I froze, my heart suddenly pounding like crazy.

I unfolded it with trembling fingers.

The paper bore simple, handwritten words:

“I saw what you were doing. I can’t wait to see you again.”

I lifted it to my nose and smelled the familiar scent of his perfume.

Did he leave it?

Or was someone else in the store while I was in the back… watching me in secret?

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It was Blake’s sophomore year in college.  He had worked hard this first semester with class and lab work and had been hitting the gym a lot too.  Working hard to keep his muscular physique and balancing the beers and parties.  He had always been tall and lean through high school, but his body had been slowly changing through the summer and fall months of this year.  All that work at the gym had paid off and he loved to walk around campus in his tank top and work out shorts.  He purposely bought them a size smaller than he needed, and the fabric stretched thin over his body.  

Not much of him was left to the imagination. His biceps had swollen with all the heavy lifting he had been doing lately and his pecs were twice the size they were last year.  They bounced a little when he walked and he enjoyed watching the guys, girls and professors glance down at them when he made his way around campus.  They also paid close attention to his ass.  It had also doubled in size since last year.  Blake’s massive globes jiggled with every step and were held up with a set of thick muscular legs which were slightly covered in light blonde hair that matched his head.  Heads turned and envious eyes followed him constantly.  Blake also had to where a jockstrap.  He was well endowed and sported a thick mound of meat beneath his tight shorts.  A tight white jock was the only garment that he found could contain his bulge.  Each fiber hanging on and the seam running up the middle of the pouch straining to conceal him. 

Although his glory days of being a quarter-back for his high school football team was a distance memory, he was still a popular stud on campus.  Blake had decided not to join any of the college teams and focus on his biology degree.  That left more time for extracurricular activities.  On top up all of the regular college activities and working out, Blake worked most weekends at local bar off campus for extra money.  He had moved off campus this summer to a house with some other guys and was bunking with a fast buddy from freshmen year, Maxwell.  The extra money from work helped with most of his share of the rent.

Max, as his buddies called him, was the same age as Blake and was a linebacker on the college football team.  Max stood a few inches taller than Blake at 6′-4″.  His dark black skin completely opposite of Blake’s sun kissed white body.  Max and Blake had met in their first Bio Lab and were assigned as partners.  They bonded over football, working out and both being muscular studs around campus.  Most of freshmen year they spent a lot of late nights together doing lab work, studying, partying and just hanging out in each other’s dorm rooms together. 

Max had broad shoulders and massive biceps to match.  He too liked to show off, and usually wore and team branded tank top and workout shorts around campus.   He had away been muscular, even as a teenager, but his years of daily workouts and football practices had pushed him to almost bodybuilder status for only being a sophomore in college.  He kept his hair trimmed closely on his head and his body was smooth.  He loved how the lack of hair made his muscles pop.  He and Blake flexed and compared themselves in the gym mirrors after spotting each other on the weight bench.  Both jokingly discussing all the pussy they were going to get afterwards.  

“Let’s get you one more set in before our run back to the house.”  Max said as he hovered behind the weight bench.  “You are going to need another set if you want to have arms like mine.”  He flexed his biceps and and they plumped up almost looking like the size of footballs.  Max flashed a smile as Blake sat on the weight bench lowering down into position on his back.  He looked up at his friend with his deep blue eyes and saying “Alright you, no need to get cocky…too late!” Blake let out a giggle as he stared up at Max’s bulging shorts.  

“Hey you know I can’t help it…working out always give me a stiff one.” Max chuckled smacking Blake’s chest.  “Just for that I’m adding more weight!”  Max picked up the bar, Blake wrapping his hand around the bar, hands touching Max’s, they began to count of the lifts.  With each raise Blake was getting close to muscle exhaustion.  It was getting harder and harder to lift with each upward thrust.  “Come on my boy, you are almost there…just a few more.”  Max leaned down over Blake, stepping in closer and spreading his tree trunk legs further apart to steady the weight bar in case Blake’s arms gave out.  

Blake looked up and Max’s bulge was just above his forehead.  “Come Blakey boy…two more…one…two.” Blake’s muscle’s were screaming and he lifted the bar a final time as Max relieved the weight and helped him place back.  “Come on blondie, you are making me late for practice.  Let’s jog back home since you have to work tonight.”  Max smacked Blake’s pecs and they stretched their tank-tops over their sweating muscles and headed out the door.  

Blake joined Max at the gym most days and they both loved to run together around campus barely dressed to show off their physiques.  Heads turned as they ran through the quad to reach the street off campus where their house was.  “That student worker at the gym desk nearly had her tongue out when you walked by Max.” Blake said as he tried to pass Max and run single file as they reached a narrower part of the sidewalk.  “Think she was looking at you stud.” Max shouted as he fell in behind Blake.  Max couldn’t help but feel proud to have a great wing man and friend like Blake.  As he followed, he watched as Blake’s shoulder and back muscles flexed with every sway of his arms.  His giant glutes vibrating with every impact of their feet on the concrete.  He thought to himself, being friends with Blake had worked in both of their favors all summer when they were at a party to stayed close to each other.  All the ladies loved a blonde, blue-eyed boy and the muscular linebacker.  Him and Blake had stacked up quite the body count over the last few months. 

Sharing a room at first had been a little awkward, but both of them were used to football locker rooms, so quickly found a rhythm that worked for them.  They had both had seen each other change by the end of the first day and fuck a hot chick by the end of the week.  On few occasions, if they had a particularly slutty sorority girl in their room, they would spit roast her and high five each other as they came.  What more could he ask for in a friend? Max asked himself.  Blake and him even were interested in the same type of girls.  Given that mostly was because they both were ass men at heart. 

As Blake rounded the corner at their house Max couldn’t keep his eyes of Blake’s ass.  His tight tank top riding up his back showing Max a glimpse of Blake’s blonde peach fuzz trail just above the waistband of the jockstrap that was poking out from Blake’s shorts.  Damn, his cock was aching and thinking about fucking asses was not helping.  He kept trying to adjust his cock’s position as his strong thighs moved back and forth on the sides of his crotch. 

 They both slowed their pace as they reached the small two bedroom, single story bungalow that they shared with two other guys from campus.  Blake stopped at the porch and put both of his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.  His ass out and back arching as he stretched slightly.  They both stood for a moment before heading inside, sweat glistening on their skin.  

“Sucks you have to work tonight man.  I would have been great to hang out after practice.”   
“Yeah, sorry man, you know my money is tight.”

They both went inside passing through the living room towards their room.  “Hey muscle heads.” their housemate Jake said as they walk in the front door.  “At the gym again, I see.” as he sat on the couch with his Bio book on the coffee table, taking notes.  Jake also met Blake and Max freshmen year.  He, like Blake, played sports in high school, but decided to break from that schedule and focus on academics in college.  

Jake ran track and cross county back then and still maintained his lean runner’s body.  He didn’t frequent the gym as much as his housemates, but often tagged along with them when they ran around campus.  Jake had decided not to shave his beard all summer and had recently had his haircut and was sporting a magnificent mullet that Max constantly gave him hell about.  
Jake was from a rural area south of town and grew up farming and fishing.  His housemate’s affectionately naming him the “Hick” of there group.  His backwards cap was hiding his hair this afternoon and he comfortably sat in his sweats doing his Bio homework.  

“Hick!!!!” Max yelled has they came made their way across the room.  “How’s your day been buddy?” Blake said as he stared down at what Jake’s book was opened up to. 

“That test is on Monday…right?”

Jake looked up rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah it is going to be a tough one, I think. Have you guys even studied yet?”  Blake looked over his shoulder at Max who was chugging a glass of water at the kitchen sink.  They both said in unison, “Sure we have.” and busted out laughing.  

“What am I going to do with you guys?”  Blake flexed his arms above his shoulders and kissed his bicep…”Had to get a workout in before my shift tonight.”  He glanced at the wall clock over the small corner fireplace.  “Shit, I’m going to be late.” 
“Damn me too…and Coach said I’d have to run laps if i was late today.”  They both jogged to their bedroom door in a frantic pace.  Their large feet impacts shook the old wood floor beneath where Jake sat.  The two reaching the doorway at the same time and trying to fit their sweaty jock bodies through the door frame with a loud thud.  
“Jesus, you two…always playing grab ass is why y’all are always late.  Don’t knock the fucking wall down…it’s like living with a couple of horny bulls in here!” Jake said rolling his eyes and attempting to get back to his work. 

The two laughed and Jake’s ranting while squeezing inside the room.  Blake was backed up to Max’s chest and couldn’t help but notice his friend’s bulge pressing against the back of his shorts. It was only a brief moment, but his thought he felt a couple of throbs as he attempted to pass thought the gap as Max stood still.  

Once they got into the room they quickly began to undress, not even bothering to close the door, Blake removed his sweaty shorts and tank top, striping down to his jockstrap and was looking for his favorite button-fly Levi’s.  Max removed his sweat soaked shorts hurriedly searching for his practice shorts with only his team tank-top and a white jock strap on.
“Have you seen my Levi’s”
“Have you seen my red shorts?”
Jake had a clear view of them from the couch.  The house was small enough that both bedrooms shared a wall and both doors opened up to the living room and kitchen area.  He was happy to get out of the rowdy dorms and glad he had made friends with Max, Blake and his roommate Mark.  He looked up and couldn’t help but be envious of their well defined bulging jock bodies as the two fumbled around their messy bedroom.  

“You two are helpless!” he shouted across the house and dove back into his Bio book as Max located his shorts.  
Max turned to face Blake’s side of the room looking down to slip the shorts over his foot.  Blake was on his knees with his arm under his bed.  “How the hell did they get under here?” Blake said stretching his right arm further under to reach his jeans.  His fat white jock ass spreading wide as his sweaty jock straps framed around his furry cheeks.  “Nice ass Blakey.”  “Shut-up, did you put my jeans under here?”

As Max lowered his leg into the shorts his foot caught on the waistband and he stumbled forward.  Tangled in his shorts, he fell like a dead tree in the forest.  Arms out straight, his hands hit the side of Blake’s mattress.  All 240 pounds of his linebacker body falling quickly as his knees hit the floor just shy of his roommates feet.  The force of his fall sending his face careening into Blake’s sweaty crack. The jock’s blonde buns enveloping the linebackers face.  

Blake froze momentarily, but then tried to back out from under the bed, pushing his ass back even further.  Max was trying to gain his bearings, but his friends ass valley was intoxicating.  He found himself getting lost in Blake’s jock butt abyss.  The mix of sweat and scent of Blake’s hole was making Max’s mind race.

Finally coming to his senses he tried to push away from the bed.  His face soaked with Blake’s ass musk.  He blinked his eyes as Blake sat up on his calves in front of the bed.  Max kept looking down at Blake’s ass.  He could just make out the top of his pink hole that was surrounded by a light tuff of blonde fuzz.  “Sorry I fell…I didn’t mean to… ahh…faceplant into your ass.”  Max sat in the floor dumbfounded.  Blake rose to his feet and turned to face Max.  His jockstrap crotch was almost eye-level with the linebacker who was still on his knees.  “No worries big fella.” Blake grinned looking down at Max and extending his hand to help him up.

The front door of the house swung open as Mark walked in.  His eyes locking in on the two half-dressed jocks.  “You two finally decide to tie the knot?” Mark chuckled out, then looking back over his shoulder to laugh towards Jake.

Mark was a short and stocky business major.  He was hairy all over and on the college wrestling team.  His Italian roots made him quick witted and a bit of a wise ass, which meshed well with the 3 stooges, as he lovingly call his housemates.  Mark and Jake became fast friends when they were roommates in the dorm freshmen year.  Mark had wrestled since middle school and won a state championship in his weight class before starting college.  He was only 5’7, but what he lacked in height he made up with in brute force.  

Easily taking down opponents with his strong legs and wide shoulders.  Just getting home from practice, he had walked home and left his singlet on, just pulling his shorts over them so he wouldn’t be as obscene when he walked through the quad from the athletics building.  His shorts barely concealing his hairy basket and plump butt.     

“You should have seen them earlier.” Jake said as the two sweaty jocks looked back towards Mark.  

“Shut up man…we are late.”  Blake said as he pulled on his Levi’s and tugged to get them up over his cheeks.  He hopped slightly to force his peachy mounds beneath the fabric as Max looked on.  His ass filled these jeans out nicely and he started buttoning them up over his crotch.  It was damp from his run, but no time to change the jockstrap now. It was going to get sweaty at the bar anyways, he thought.  He struggle to button the fly over his plumpness, but the last button easily snapped at his trim waist.  

“You alright there Max?” Mark said looking at the linebacker dazed and still on his knees while he pulled the straps of his singlet down his arms, exposing his sweaty pecs and abs covered in a thick matte of black hair. He pushed the tight spandex down to his waist to cool off.  

“He fell a second ago…and had quite the fall.”  Jake said with a giggle. 
Max stood and pulled up his shorts.  He guessed that Jake had seen him face first in Blake’s ass, he would never hear the end of that from Jake now.  Blake sat on the bed and pulled a pair white socks on followed by black converse sneakers on to his feet.  He went to grab a fresh tank for the night from the dresser.  Pausing to pick at color…black it will be.  “You okay man?”  He asked Max as he laced up his practice shoes.  “Yeah man, all good.”  Max spit out as he was still thinking about what had just gone down.
Max grabbed his bag and he and Blake slapped Mark on his ass as the passed him walking out the door. 

“Later fuck heads!” Mark yelled as they stepped off the porch.  

“Catch ya later Max.”  Blake called out as he went right towards work and Max went left back towards campus.  “Have fun at work.” Max shouted back.  Blake strutted down the sidewalk towards the bar called the Rusty Screw.  It was only a few blocks down and he enjoyed working there.  He had gotten good at throwing drinks together and made a ton of cash in tips.  

The bar was normally jammed with locals and bikers on Friday nights for pool and there was usually a live band most weekends.  Blake got numerous long gazes when he wore a tank top and his tight Levi’s to work.  His back pocket full of phone numbers by the end of night.  He always took them, even if they were from a guy, but normally never called any of them back.  He did utilize the ones from chicks, but nothing ever serious came from those one night stands.  He wasn’t looking for anything serious these days.  

Max slowly made his way to the practice field.  “Almost late Max.”  the assistant coach said has he smacked Max’s ass cheek.  “Most likely balls deep in a bitch.” the quarterback joked.  Max didn’t really react, if they only knew that he was really nose deep in Blake’s ass just a minute ago.
The team lined up and started running drills.  Max’s head wasn’t in it.  He was glad they didn’t have a game tonight.  His eye’s kept lingering on his teammate’s backsides.  All he could think about was hairy jock ass.  What was wrong with him.  He licked his lips and swore he could taste Blake.  His cock swelled in his jockstrap.  “What the fuck is with you man?” he mumbled to himself.
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Blake stepped into the rear door of the bar and made his way to the bar to check the bottle levels and glasses.  He chopped some limes as a few blue collar men made their way in to sit at the bar.  They were followed by leather clad biker.  “What can I get for you guys?” Blake said flashing a crooked smile as the biker started to remove his leather gloves.  

“I’ll take ah Bud.” one guy said.  “Same.” said the other.  Blake grabbed a couple of mugs and pulled down on the beer tap handle.  He placed the beers in front of the two workers.  “Let me know when you are ready for another.”  and shifted towards that biker.  “What about you, sir?”  “Um…a whiskey on the rocks, chap.” the biker said gruffly.  Blake didn’t remember seeing this particular biker in the bar before he thought as he grabbed a glass.  He turned to reach for the whiskey…”Jack okay, man?” Blake said looking up towards the biker.  “That will be fine boy.”  

Blake reached up to the shelf that the bottle was on. His shirt sliding up his lower back had his arm stretched up.  The two workers were jabbering about some shit with their boss man, but the biker watched as the young bartender’s jockstrap peeked out of the top of his tight jeans.  The top of his muscular cheeks and two perfect back dimples on full display.  

Blake grabbed the bottle, swung back around, placing the glass in front of the biker beginning to fill it.  He sported a close shaven beard and had dark brown eyes beneath his leather cap.  He had to be a least thirty Blake thought, and he couldn’t help but notice that he filled out his leather jacket nice.  Blake had always paid attention to fit men.  He would compare his own muscles to theirs.  

The leather stretched tightly over the biker’s shoulders and became taunt when he reached forward to wrap his big digits around the whiskey.  “You from around here mister?” Blake said trying to make small talk.  “Nah just passing through.”  

“Shit…sorry man.”  Blake said as he realized he had been not paying attention to the pour and spilled some on the biker’s hand.  “No worry.” he said as he brought his hand up and licked the whiskey from it.  He kept his eyes locked into Blake blue eyes, slowly licking the length of his finger clean of the whiskey.  

For a moment Blake was hypnotized with the biker’s action until the bar door swung open again and a rush of town folks came shuffling in.  Blake zipped around behind the busy bar for a few hours tossing bottles to thirsty patrons and showing off as he usually did.  He would pour a few more whiskeys for the biker and a few times felt him watching him as he worked.  

A few ditzy ladies pushed their way to the bar.  One ordering a martini.  Blake poured the ingredients to a shaker and began to toss the drink around.  Flexing his arms in the process as his pec’s bounced.  He looked down the bar to see if anyone may need anything and the biker fella was looking directly at him.  

He smiled, nodded his head down and his hand dropped below the bar to adjust himself through his leather riding pants.  Blake quickly averted his eyes back to the lady as he poured her drink from the shaker.  “Thanks cutie!” she said turning disappearing into the crowd of people standing around the bar. 
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“Max…what the hell is wrong with you man?” the coach yelled as Max found himself standing far from the rest of the team on the field.  “We are over here…wake up!”  Max jogged over and huddled up as the coach went over a few plays.  “Alright guys get some rest tonight we have to meet here a 8…a…m tomorrow morning to catch the bus to the away game with State.  8am!  Good practice boys.”  

Max decided to head to the locker room to take a shower before going home.  Maybe that would clear his head some.  He had spent most of practice day dreaming and thought a hot shower and maybe a quick wank of his cock would relax him some.  
Pushing the door open to the humid locker area he started to strip loose of his sweaty practice uniform.  He paused at his locker and sat on wood bench in his jockstrap and reached down to remove his cleats.  He had not paid any attention to any teammates that were already in the locker room when he came in, but that was usual.  

As he removed his damp socks he eventually began to pan the room.  A few jocks in various states of undress met his wondering eyes.  He found himself staring a bit too long at their muscular butts as they flexed and jiggled while they changed at their lockers.  

Max could feel his cock stiffening again and he quickly stood and turned to face his locker starting to remove his jockstrap.  Forcing the waistband down the length of his big linebacker cock.  It reached the fat tip and his dick sprung up slapping his navel.  He looked down and his cock spit a big pearly drop of pre-cum out and it slowly leaked down the underside of his shaft.  
He stared down at his cock as it levelled out parallel with the floor.  It looked particularly veiny today, like it was going to burst.  It was throbbing.  He could feel his heart thump in his chest and hear the beating in his ears.  He had to take care of his cock fast.  No way he could walk home with this fat one leaking down his leg.  He looked back over his shoulder.  The team quarterback and kicker stood talking to each other as they redressed to leave.  Wish they would leave, Max thought to himself.  He had never been embarrassed about having a stiff cock in the locker room before.  In the past he would have walked straight to the shower without covering himself, but today something was different.

He had never been this hard in the locker room.  All he could think about was Blake’s pink hole.  How it looked almost like a girl’s pussy, how it smelled and felt against his face.  He kicked the jock off his feet, quickly grabbing a towel and hurried to the showers.  “You alright Max?” the kicker asked as he saw Max awkwardly cover himself and walk past them without making eye contact. “All good, man…ah see ya in the morning.”  

The two smaller sized footballers watched as the tall linebacker disappeared around the corner of the lockers.  The quarter back slapping the kicker’s arm and pointing at the linebacker’s big mounds of ass cheek as they bounced out of sight.  They smiled at each other as they buttoned their polo shirts.  

Max hung his towel on a hook and stepped into the large communal shower area.  The shower room was tiled on three walls with 4 stainless shower stations in the center of the room.  Each stand having four shower heads.  His large feet hitting the cold tile floor, he proceeded to the one furthest back to have a little bit privacy.  

Turning on the water and stepping into the warm cascade he tried to let his muscles relax and recover.  Grabbing a bar of soap from the stainless tray on the column he lathered his dark skin.  The shower area started to get steamy as the water quicky heated up.  Max used his hands to rub the bar of soap across his chest and abs, slowly making his way down to the base of his thick cock.  

He rolled the bar of soap around the base and placed it back in the tray then gripped his cock with both hands.  Both large hands barely contained the length and his cock head was at the end of this palms under the hot water.  He began to stoke slowly.  
Thinking of the last cheerleader he had fucked a few nights ago.  She had left her cheerleading skirt on while he had buried his cock into her mercilessly.  He liked hearing here beg for more of his big black dick.  He kept stroking desperate to release and desperate to get what happened in his bedroom with Blake off his mind.  
He closed his eyes thinking of the cheerleader as he quickened his strokes.  His heavy balls flapping against his thighs as he wildly twisted his hands around his veiny monster.  

The curious quarterback and kicker were lingering in the locker area and heard light smacking noises radiating over the sound of the shower water.  They both treaded lightly back into the shower room and stood at the edge of the tile.  Silent, they watched as the big linebacker took care of his big wet cock.  Their hands finding their own zippers, they both pulled out their inflating dicks and began to silently stroke themselves as the watched the giant linebacker through the haze of steam.  

Max, eyes shut tight and unaware that he was being spied on, had his hands around the waist of the cheerleader and was slipping his cock into her tight pink asshole.  He pulled back on her and buried his cock balls deep as he began to thrust roughly into her ass.  His hands reaching up to her shoulders.  They were larger than he had remembered.  He pulled on her blonde hair and pumped vigorously into this ass with all his might.  “She” looked back at him, but only it was not the hot cheerleader from the other night, it was his friend Blake looking back at him.  Max pumped harder into Blake’s velvety pink jock hole.  He felt his balls aching like they had never ached before.  He could barely hang on. 

His two teammates, cocks in hand, watched as the linebacker moaned and stroked his soapy meat.  The kicker took his other hand and slipped it in the quarterback’s back jean pocket, squeezing his ass cheek through the fabric.  The both quickened there strokes and climaxed throwing their college jock cum across the shower tile with echoing splats.  

Max gripped his cock as hard as he could and felt his cum start to paint the insides of his best friend’s ass.  “Fuck Blake…your pussy is so tight…I’m going to cum!” he shouted as he came in his friend’s abused hole.  His cum hitting the tile floor as he released his cock and grabbed on to the stainless column weak at the knees.  
His onlookers stared at each other in disbelief as they zipped up and quickly retreated back to the locker area.  Max’s chest was heaving as he regained his senses.  He opened his eyes to watch his nut swirl around the drain as the water washed the soap down his back and into his ass crack.   “Did I just cum thinking about Blake.  What the hell!”  

He shut off the water, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist after busting one of the biggest loads he could remember.  He walked back into towards the lockers to see the quarterback and kicker sitting by their lockers.  

“Um hey guys…didn’t know you were still here.”  He quickly stepped towards his locker unzipping his bag and pulling a clean set of clothes out.  “Yeah Max, we were thinking about grabbing something to eat, would you like to go get some pizza?”  one of them said as Max, back to somewhat normal, dropped his towel and started to get dressed.  He pulled up a fresh white jockstrap on stuffing his soft cock into the pouch and adjusting himself.  

The boys looked on amazed by the size of Max even soft.  It was bigger than their white cocks, even when they were hard.  “Nah, thanks guys, but I think I am going to go home and hit the sack.”

The kicker let out a slight giggle as he said “Ok big man, see you on the bus in the morning.”  They shuffled out, talking quietly, but Max couldn’t make out what they were saying as the locker room door closed shut.  He pulled on a new pair of running shorts, pulled a tank over his chest, and slipped on his shoes and started to walk back to the house.  His mind was still on Blake.  He couldn’t shake the image of his friend, ass up in a cheering skirt, with his cock plunged deep into his perfect pink pussy.  
****
The night was nearing a close and Blake had lost track of his observant biker customer in the hustle of the service.  He was ready for last call and hadn’t had a break all night.  Drenched in sweat, smelling of smoke and booze he was ready to get off.  The band had packed up and there were a few stragglers milking their beer bottles and carrying on not wanting the night to end.  
Blake filled the last buss bin with dirty glasses and hauled it around to the back where the dishwasher was.  He placed it on the counter and the bar owner slapped him on the back and said “Head home kid, I’ll lock up.  We can wash this shit up when we open tomorrow.”  He didn’t have to tell Blake twice…he headed out into the back alley and started his short walk back to the house.  

As he reached the main sidewalk, he saw a man sitting across the street on a Harley.  It was pitch black expect the glow of a dim lamppost, but he could see that the shadowy figure had lit a match and began to light a large cigar.  The tip of the cigar glowing orange brightly in the night.  Blake turned left at the end of the alley walking past the front of the bar, just at the Rusty Screw neon sign flicked off.  

“Hey barkeep…” the dark figure called out towards the college jock.  Blake turned in his direction.  The man stepped into the dim light of the streetlight.  A cloud of cigar smoke clearing to reveal the leather clad whiskey drinker from the bar.  “You need a ride?”  He said as the cigar hung from his lips.  Blake shifted his feet and sticking his hands in the top of his pockets, looked both ways, and walked towards the stranger.   He stepped up on the sidewalk and leaned on the street light pole.  “I appreciate sir, but I’m just a few blocks down on Elm…and you probably shouldn’t be driving anywhere man.”  The biker looked Blake up and down and puffed his cigar a few more times saying  “Oh come on, live a little.” through the cigar smoke.  “Maybe next time man…I’ll see you around.” Blake said as he smiled at the biker and turned his back to walk home.  His tight jeans riding up into his ass has they clung to his sweaty cheeks.  The biker chuckled and watched as the big butted jock bartender walked into the darkness. He could only grab his leather bulge below his belt buckle as he sucked a big inhale from the cigar.  He mounted his Harley and sat momentarily before cranking it.

The thought of folks lusting over his jock body as he bartended tonight had him horny as hell.  He couldn’t wait to get home and find a dirty magazine and rub one out before bed.  As he walked he massaged the side of his cock through his pockets.  It was thick and sweaty.  By the time he got home the jockstrap he had been wearing all day and night would be soaked with his pre-cum.  He couldn’t wait to get home and take his tight Levi’s off.  He heard the biker’s motorcycle roar to life, looking over his shoulder to see it slowly drive past him.   The biker throwing up his leather gloved hand in a slight wave as he increased speed down the street.  
****
“Ok I’m done. I can’t study anymore tonight.” Jake said closing his Biology book and tossing it on the coffee table.  Mark flicked the t.v. off and sat up on the couch.  “Look at our sorry asses. Hear on a Friday…you studying…me no plans at all.  What has happened you us man?”  “At least I’m not still in a singlet.  Can’t believe you are still wearing that.”  Jake said shaking his head.  “Yeah I should probably shower before bed.”  Mark said as he raised his arm and took a whiff of his furry armpit.  “Jesus…I’m ripe.” jumping to his feet and headed towards the bathroom.  
Jake couldn’t say anything else and watched has his friend walked across the room.  He looked at his watch…”Damn almost midnight…I have to get some sleep man.” He said as Mark closed the bathroom door slightly.  He and Jake had lived in close quarters sharing a dorm room last year and knew pretty much everything about each other. 

Mark had become his best friend and they had come to do most campus activities together.  As Jake was thinking about how lucky he was to come to college, not knowing anyone, and lucking out to get a good roommate.  He heard Mark’s piss hit the inside of the toilet just before the tub water turned on. “Damn man…raised it a barn…shut the door!” Jake said as he stood up from the couch.  

Mark chuckled as he gave his cock a few flicks as the last bit of piss bubbled in the toilet below.  He rubbed his hairy stomach with one hand and tugged at his furry balls with the other.  Mark hadn’t gotten any action in a while.  He had trouble getting most girls to take his cock once they gave him a hand or blow job.  He was as uncut, thick as a beer can and just as long.  Once their arms got tired and their mouth was defeated, many wouldn’t let him attempt having their pussy destroyed by his dense pecker.  

He pulled his wrestling singlet down kicking it across the bathroom floor.  He stepped into the tub and under the water.  Mark grabbed a bar of soap off the small window ledge that was at the back tub wall and began to lather up.  He rubbed his hairy pecs and made his way around his back and ran the bar of soap across his fuzzy wrestler ass cheeks.  

“Sorry man, I need to take a leak.” Jake said knocking on the bathroom door as he slowly pushed it open.  “Are ya decent?”  “I’m never decent…you know this!” Mark laughed as he lathered his thighs behind the shower curtain.  Jake lowered the front of his sweatpants freeing his cock and slipping the waistband of his sweats under his low hanging balls.  Jake’s piss hit the water mixing with his friend’s, because god forbid any of these guys flush the toilet in this house he thought to himself as his curved dick lengthened in his hand.  

Sharing a small bathroom with three other jocks had its disadvantages, but they mostly made it work.  He slapped his veiny, curved cock a few times splashing the last of his piss into the bowl and pushed down the flush handle on the tank.  “Yikes!” Mark yelled as the flush stole the cold water from the pipes and sent a rush of hot water through the shower head on to the beefy wrestlers chest.  He stepped out of the stream of hot water and shouted  “You asshat!” over the shower curtain rod as Jake shut the bathroom door.    

As Jake was grabbing a pop from the refrigerator he heard the front door open.  Looking up over the refrigerator door, seeing Blake coming in.  “How was the bar tonight?”  “Decent crowd as usual man, you should come hang out tomorrow night.”  “Yeah maybe I will.” Jake said as he shut the fridge and cracked opened his Coke.  “Well man, I’m pretty tired…I’m going to go to bed.”  Blake said heading towards his room.  “Night man.” Jake said as he went to his bedroom too, sipping his can as he shut the door and started to get undressed and ready for bed.

Blake closed the door expecting Max to be home already.  Shrugging his shoulders as he slipped his shoes off and raised the bedroom window slightly to let some of the cool night air in.  He sat on the edge of this bed and pulled the shared nightstand drawer open.  Max and him kept a few Playboy and Penthouse mags in there and he started to look through one to find his favorite brunette centerfold.  He laid the magazine out on top of the nightstand and his fingers found the buttons of his fly.  He undid the top button.  The rest easily popping open has his big jock pouch pushed the fly open.
****
Max had lost track of how long he had walked.  He made his way around most of the campus, through all four quads and even around the track field a few times.  He couldn’t get his thoughts straight and really was avoiding going back to the house at this point. 

He finally decided that he had to go and talk to his friend about what happened.  It was the only way to get his mind clear and ready mentally for tomorrow’s big game.  He started to trek to the house and about a block away spotted a Harley parked in front of a row of rentals.  It was a nice bike, and he didn’t usually see one like that parked on this street when he jogged through here daily. 

He didn’t think much else of it and kept walking towards the bungalow, towards his shared room, towards his friend to which he had just imagined fucking.  What was he going to say to Blake.  Maybe his friend would understand…maybe…
****
The biker reached the corner looking up to see the street sign above.  “Elm.” he whispered to himself as he strutted down the dark sidewalk.  He reached a small bungalow, slightly unkept, a few beer cans on the porch rails along with cheap folding chairs.  This had to be the bartender’s place. 

He looked through the front window to see an empty living room.  Stepping off the porch walking around the backside of the house he reached a small window.  Standing on the tips of his leather boots he peeked over the bottom ledge. 

He could see a dark haired guy showering.  The buff college jock was standing under the water soaping up his thick cock.  The biker felt his own dick stretch down his tight leather pant leg as the jock pulled back his thick foreskin exposing his dark purple cock head.  As the biker watched, the wet jock stroked his beer can cock as the window steamed up from the bikers breath hitting the glass.  Hot, but it wasn’t the blonde bartender he was searching for.  He stepped back on his boot heels hitting the soft yard and moved further along the wall of the house the next window.  

The curtains were slightly closed on this one, but he could make out a tall figure with his back towards the window.  He was wearing a backwards cap and had much longer hair than the dude from the bar too.  He paused as the man threw his cap off and pulled his shirt over his head and stretching his toned arms above his head.  He was lean and didn’t have an ounce of fat on him.  He stood there momentarily before sliding out of the pair of sweatpants he was wearing.

The biker could see this jock’s balls hanging low between his slim legs.  He turned towards the window and the biker ducted behind the curtain as the guy stepped towards the dresser grabbing a pair of white briefs out.  The biker shifting his head slightly to see this jock’s semi-erect arching cock swinging low as he slipped the white underwear on before laying in the bed.    

The biker looked around and took a few more steps to the next window.  It was open a few inches and adjacent to a large oak tree a few feet away from the house.  He stepped in between the window and tree trunk and leaned in a little closer to see around the frame.  

Jack-pot he had located the jock bartender.  His back was to the window, but the biker could recognize that magnificent jock ass anywhere.  The jock locked his fingers in the waistband of his tight Levi’s and slowly slid them down over his fuzzy peach ass.  As the jeans reached the bottom of his butt, it bounced out rebounding from the unforgiving jean fabric.  The biker leaned back on the tree, smiling wide, sticking his hands in his leather jacket pockets as the blonde bartender’s jock-strapped ass was fully reviled. 

The jock lifted his legs one at a time to step out of the jeans.  He bent down to pick them up and the biker caught a glimpse of the the jock’s tight pink hole has his cheeks spread.  The jock then looped  his fingers in the jockstrap and pulled it down.  His cock sprang up with a loud flap that was audible to the bikers ears.  He pulled his tank top over his head and laid down on his twin size bed just out of view of the biker.  He covered himself with the sheet and pulled the magazine closer while his cock tented the bedsheet.  

Blake grabbed his cock and began to slide his hand up it’s length.  He needed the release after his long day and shift a the bar.  The biker leaned closer to the window but couldn’t see much more of the hot naked college jock.  His cock had swollen halfway down his thigh and he had to get closer.  Blake held the mag close to his face and stroked imagining he was with the centerfold. 

The window slowly opened.  The biker hiked up on the window sill and when his boots hit the floor he grabbed the bedsheet quickly pulling it away to view the jerking jock.  By the time the jock had dropped his smutty mag he was completely exposed in front of the leather cad biker.  “Hey what the hell are you doing here?” Blake barked at the stranger.  “Couldn’t head out of town without a proper goodbye stud.”

Blake didn’t move.  He didn’t know what to do.  Should he yell to his roommates?  He didn’t get a chance to react before he knew it, the biker grabbed his knees and had his hungry mouth at the base of his jock dick.  Blake put up a little struggle, trying to push the bikers head away, but to no avail. He gave in as the whiskey soaked tongue of the biker began to swirl around his shaft.  The biker’s leather hat fell to the floor and he gripped the jocks thighs with this leather gloved hands.  Blake moaned as he felt the man’s tongue lapping at his ball sack and his cock inching further down the stranger’s throat.  He propped himself up on his elbows and watched the biker deep throat his thick cock relentlessly.  

Blake felt the man’s gloves gripping his wrist as he was pulled deeper into the biker’s jaws.  He arched his back and the biker released his cock, quickly moving up to his plump pecs.  Grabbing the jock around his back he sucked on his erect nipple briefly before laying the jock flat on his back.  The biker grabbed both of Blake’s muscular pecs and squeezed them tight.  “I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you all night.  You sexy fucker.”  Blake felt flush and couldn’t believe the words that he muttered looking up at the biker.  “What are you gonna to do about it?”

In one swift move, the biker’s tongue was in his mouth and a leather covered finger was massaging his asshole.  Blake was helpless in the biker’s grasp as the other hand grabbed the back of his head and their tongues dueled.  His eyes growing wide as he felt his tight hole being penetrated by the leather middle finger of the biker.  Their kiss broke and Blake found himself face down on the mattress.  The biker raising the jock’s hips and inserting a second finger.  “Such a tight jock pussy…” he hummed as Blake heard him unzipping his leather riding pants.  He looked over his shoulder to see the biker stroking his big cock.  At the tip, a large Prince Albert piercing dangled. 

“Um…I…never been fucked before sir.”  Blake, at almost a whisper, said just as the biker spread the his thick jock legs wide.  “I’ll go slow boy.”  The biker said spitting a big gob of saliva down at Blake’s pink quivering hole.  

Blake switched and remembered the sensation of Max’s face being in between his cheeks earlier.  He gripped the side of the mattress as he felt the biker’s swollen cockhead push against his hole.  “Come on boy, open that pussy for daddy.” the biker said in a deep voice.  Blake pushed back, relaxing his muscles and felt the head pop through his tight ring.  The biker fell in, his full length quickly filling the jocks chute.  Blake could feel the man’s full body weight on him.  The feeling of his ass full of a man’s cock and the sensation of the leather on his back was overtaking any apprehensiveness about being fucked by a man. 

He let out a loud moan as the biker reached beneath and grabbed his meaty pecs again with a tight squeeze.  The biker felt the jock’s pussy loosening up and began to thrust in and out of the juicy cunt.  Biting and nibbling at the jock’s neck and shoulders, the biker worked quickly to push deep and find the jock g-spot he so desperately wanted to hit.  Blake arched his back and began to rock meeting the biker’s inward thrusts.

Blake’s own cock was throbbing into the sheets as the biker’s thrust became longer.  The leather gloved hands gripping tighter.  The biker licked the jock’s ear and whispered “Take my load in your jock pussy boy…ah Fuccckk!” as he unloaded a thick volume of biker cum deep into the jock’s abused ass.  

“What the fuck!” Blake heard as the bedroom door flew open, looking back to see his friend standing in the doorway.  “Max!” he said with a terrified look.  The biker pulled out of the jock’s ass, and seeing the giant linebacker across the room beelined for the open window to escape.  

Max jumped forward as the biker proceeded to jump head first out of the window.  Max grabbed the biker at the waist, gripping the back of his belt.  “He snuck in Max…and…” was all Blake could get out of his mouth.  Max slammed the window down across the bikers lower back pinning him there.  The biker wiggled and struggled with all his might but couldn’t pull the rest of the way out.  

Max looked at Blake’s face and then down to his friend’s dripping cock.  As he looked at the leather wrapped ass that was pinned in the window he grinned at his friend.  “You want to teach this fucker a lesson? 

Blake reached between his cheeks and rubbed his assaulted jock hole.  It was loose and leaking the biker’s warm cum.  “Yeah let’s fuck his ass!” he said smiling at Max.  Max yanked the biker’s leather pants down revealing a smooth set of dimpled cheeks.  The biker looked over his shoulder through the glass to see the two jocks looking down at his ass.  “Looks just like a bitch’s ass to me” Max said as he lowered his shorts and jock to the midpoint of his smooth, strong thighs.  Blake took his finger that was covered in the biker’s cum and shoved it into the biker’s hole.  The biker yelped as he felt his ass being violated with the probing digit.  

Max lined up his cock and pushed into the biker’s ass tunnel.  Blake held the window down and stroked his fat cock as he watched his friend’s big black cock disappear into the intruding biker’s ass.  He had watched Max fuck many girls, but something about the muscular linebacker breaking in a rough leather biker was making him more turned on than usual.  
Max gripped the biker’s narrow hips and began to jackhammer his veiny muscle deep into the biker’s hole.  It was warm and tight, and he lifted the biker up slightly to get at better angle.  The biker could only brace his hands on the the windowsill as he was being fucked harder than he had ever fucked anyone before.  Blake leaned in and started to suck Max’s nipple through his tank top.  He slapped his leaking cock on the bikers ass cheek with heavy thumps as Max quickened his pace.

“Oh fuck Blake…he is so tight…you have to try this…Imma…I’m gonna cum.”  Blake grabbed the back of his friend’s neck and pulled his mouth to his lips kissing his best friend for the first time.  Their tongues wrestling as they both came in unison.  One filling the biker’s hole with a flush of linebacker cum and the other painting his backside with thick ropes.  They kissed as their cum mingled in the biker’s crack.  The jocks both looked down as Max’s cock slid in and out of the biker’s loose hole and pushed both of their cum inside.  

“Holy shit…what the fuck are you guys doing in here?” Mark yelled as he stood in the bedroom doorway wrapped in a white bath towel.  “Just teaching this fucking peeping Tom here a lesson…he snuck in and scared Blake.” Max said has he pulled his cock out of the bikers leaking hole. 

Slapping the pinned biker’s cummy cheek with his spent dick, he looked over at Mark and with a smile said  “Want to help me?”
The hairy wrestler stepped into the room.  It had been months since he had his beercan thick dick in any pussy, and he did have to cut his shower jerk short when he heard Max yelling at this fucking guy pinned in the window.  Silent, he inched closer to the biker’s ass as he rubbed his fat chub through the damp towel.  

“Fuck it…why not?” he smiled at his two housemates as he pulled the towel away from his waist.  “God damn Mark…what do you feed that thing?” Blake said as he glared at Mark’s fat jock meat.  “It’s bigger than Jake’s leg” Max said looking in shock.  Max took his hand and pulled the right cheek of the biker’s ass back revealing his used hole.  “This guy is tight, but I loosened him up a bit.” Max said as Blake pulled the other cheek wide.  

“Come on guys…let me out…I didn’t mean to…I’m”  the biker looked through the window to see the hairy wrestler behind him.  A long steam of saliva dropping from the wrestler’s mouth and onto his crack.  It was the fat uncut cock from the shower.  “Hey man…fuck no…let me go…I can’t take his!”

Mark spit on his cock and pulled the foreskin back.  “Shut up fucker…this will teach you to bust into our house in the middle of the night.”  The biker felt the large mass touch his ring.  His dripping cock swung over the window ledge in the night air.  The previous fuck by the black linebacker had got him leaking precum.  He was helpless, it was over, and prepared himself to be ripped in to by the thickest cock he had ever set his horny brown eyes on.  

“Everything alright in here guys…Jesus, why the hell are y’all all naked.” The three jock housemates turned to see Jake behind them in the door in his underwear.  His long curved cock budging the fly out.  His mouth agape realizing that someone was halfway out the window.  “I’m about to fuck this sleazy biker guy’s ass.  He snuck in Blake’s window.” Mark said as he looked over his shoulder.  

“Punishment for that is killing him with your huge cock?” Jake said stepping closer.  They all watched as Mark attempted to push inside the biker’s hole.  The biker clinched tight.  Mark slapped his cock against the bikers crack.  “Come on man.  Open your cunt…you are only going to make it worse.” Mark barked through the window.  

He was right thought the trapped biker.  He pushed his glute muscles hard and his hole puffed out, burping out Max and Blake’s cum mixture down his taint.  “That’s better…good boy.” Mark said as he caught the juice with his cock head and set it level with bikers hole.  “Looks just like a cunt.  Get at it man.” Jake said slapping Mark on the shoulder.  

Mark slowly pushed into the biker and the opening stretched wider to accommodate his massive thickness.  The jock’s were amazed that it was slinking in.  They all took turns spitting on Mark’s cock to provide some more lube for the poor trapped biker’s sake.  

Fully in, the biker could feel the wrestler’s hairy balls tickle his and the jock’s began to pull his ass back a forth on the humongous dick.  The biker braced himself on the tree trunk in front of him as the beefy wrestler began to fuck him with all his might.  Mark’s hands moving to the biker’s waist, gripping tightly, as he watched his dick pass now effortlessly in and out the biker.  No girl pussy could ever take him.  He had finally found a worthy cunt to fuck.  The fact this was a man didn’t matter in his mind.  He just needed to get off and empty his jock balls. 

 
Blake sat on the bed leaning back and watching the biker get railed.  He felt a some remorse that he had not done more to explain that he actually was enjoying the man’s cock in his ass.  He saw the biker’s leather driving hat on the bed and picked it up.  

Max looked over to his friend and slowly walked over to the side of the bed stroking his cock slightly.  Blake put the stranger’s hat on and horny, without hesitation, flipped on his stomach, raising his ass up level with Max’s thighs.  He looked back at his friend and pulled his big cheeks apart.  His sloppy pink hole winking at Max’s as a bit of the biker’s cum ran down his inner thigh.  “Fuck me.  I know you wanna.”  Blake said softly.  Max looking into Blake’s blue eyes, reached out and grabbed Blake’s mound of ass firmly.  “Now more than ever my boy.”   

 
Jake watched Max and Blake on the bed.  He moved his hand down from Mark’s hairy shoulder and traced his spine, pausing just for a second before slipping into the wrestler’s furry crack.  Mark looked back and smiled as Jake.  No words needing to be said, as Jake rubbed lower across Mark’s hole.  A jolt went through Mark and he pumped faster.  He was annihilating the biker’s ass.  Jake pulled his cock free from his briefs and stepped behind his buddy.  He spit in his hand and positioned himself behind Mark lubing up his cock.  

He didn’t know what had come over him, but seeing his naked roommates had ignited something deep inside his brain.  A feeling that he had been repressing for a long time. He rubbed his cock into Mark’s damp cheeks and found the sweet spot and inserted his dick.  Mark yelped slightly, but the minor pain faded has he found himself sandwiched between the biker’s ass and his friend’s cock.  Jake grabbed Mark’s waist and pushed the rest of the way in until he felt the wrestler’s hairy cheeks press against his smooth thighs. 

Blake giggled and pointed back towards the window.  He and Max watched as Jake began to fuck Mark and the squirming biker’s boots lifted off the floor as Mark kept pulling him further onto his fat cock.  

As Blake’s watched the fucking continue, Max plunged his swollen meat into his friend’s jock pussy.  Blake moaned as he was filled again by cock.  But not just any cock.  His best friend’s big black cock.  He could tell that Max was much longer and thicker than the biker and locked his elbow and knees in position on the mattress to flex his whole body to meet the next assault on his prostate. 

“Fuck Blake…you feel so good.” Max yelled as he plunged in fully to his friend’s velvety hole.  He grabbed Blake’s shoulders and put one foot on the side of the bed and began to thrust long and deep into his roommate.  Blake’s cheeks rippling with each impact.  
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The biker didn’t think he could take much more. He could only feel the giant cock churning inside him.  He had lost all other feeling below the waist while trapped by the window sash.  His cock was swollen and steadily leaking a puddle of cum and piss on the ground below.  The invading cock pushing anything out of his dick that was possible.  His arm muscles giving out he flopped down the side of the house, his face landing in the puddle with a wet thud on the ground.  

He had lost track of how long his ass had been fucked and was brought back to life by a hard smack on his ass.  He yelled out into the the darkness.  He heard something in the distance and prayed someone would come to his aid.  Out of the shadows two men appeared.  They both were wearing matching college polo shirts and looked down at the stranger whose leather jacket glistened under the light of the window.  

“You okay mister…we heard you yell from the sidewalk.” one said.  “Isn’t this where Max lives with his buddies?” said the other.  The two guys stepped closer, looking into the window, surprised by what they saw.  There was one guy fucking the man hanging out of the window and he was getting fucked by another guy, and there was their teammate Max ball’s deep in his friend’s ass.  

“Looks like we have a full blown orgy going on here.” The quarterback said through his wide grin.  Mark slapped the biker’s ass again and the biker let out a moan.  Mark leaned over and caught a glimpse of the two onlookers which he recognized from a party at the start of the semester.  “Hey Max…I think some of your teammates are outside…Hey guys how about shut that guy up. I’m about to pump him full with my load.”  

The quarterback didn’t think twice before yanking his stiffened cock out and pulling the biker’s mouth to it.  He smacked the biker’s bearded face and the biker opened his lips as the jock pushed to the back of his throat.  “Fuck that feels great.” he said tapping the kicker’s arm and pointing down at the biker’s thick cock.  

The kicker grabbed the biker’s cock firmly and started jerking it as his teammate fucked the man’s throat.  The biker was getting it from all ends now.  The college jocks using him as their own personal house whore. 

He was ashamed to admit that he was starting to enjoy it.  He opened his throat and let his hole go limp as the kicker vigorously jerked his pierced cock.  His balls flapped against his leather cad thighs and he could feel the jock cocks in his throat, and newly vetted cunt, swelling and throbbing.  He knew they were both about to blow their college jock cum deep into him.  

Mark yelled “FFFUUCCKKK!” has he felt Jake explode deep in his ass.  This set off his balls and his own fat dick erupted in the biker’s destroyed hole.  The quarterback couldn’t hold back any longer and shot his load down the biker’s wet stretched throat.  As the biker’s gut flooded with cum from both ends his cock spasmed and shot globs out as the kicker kept stroking him.  The kicker chuckling as he milked the last few drops out of the bikers cum out.  The quarterback pulled his cock from the biker’s mouth and slapped it across his lips.  

Mark lifted the window sash pulling the delirious biker back into the room.  The quarterback and kicker leaned their heads in, and along with the biker, wrestler & track jock watched as Max fucked Blake’s ass with loud thumping thrusts.  

The smacking noises growing louder and louder as Blake’s abundant cheeks bounced.  They were both moaning and dripping sweat completely unaware that the other guys were now all watching them fuck. 

 The bed was banging against the wall as Max’s cock slammed into Blake one final time.   “Fuck Blake…your pussy is so tight…I’m going to cum!” Max shouted as he felt his cum roar through his shaft and a torrent of his seed filled his friend. 

Blake could only moan as his cock shot out a huge load on his sheets as he came without even touching his dick.    

They collapsed on the bed both chests heaving.  Mark turned to Jake and grabbed his face pulling him in and kissed him roughly.  Max leaned down and kissed Blake passionately.  The quarterback and kicker both stared at each other for a second, shrugged their shoulders and kissed each other.  

The biker sat on his knees by the window.  His ass leaking cum on his boots.  He was surrounded by sweaty horny jocks.  He saw the bartender was wearing his hat.   

“You ok sir?” Blake said looking over at him from the edge of the bed.  The biker stood slowly as the jocks watched him pull his pants up over his ass and push his cock back in the tight leather pouch.   

He zipped his pants “Yeah I think so fellas.  I may not be able to ride for a few days after taking this beast’s cock though.”  He chuckled nervously towards Mark.  

“Stay here with us if you need too.” Blake said smiling at the biker.  He looked at his housemates and none of them seemed to mind that either. 

“You guys are wild!” the quarterback blurted out as he slapped the windowsill.  “We should get home.  Big game tomorrow.” The kicker chimed in after.  “See ya in the morning Max.” one said has the disappeared into the yard.  

“What’s your name stranger?”  Max said as he stood up from the bed.  “Brock” the biker said looking up at the tall linebacker.  He pointed out his friends and said their names.  “Now let us get you out of this leather and back in Blakey boy’s bed.” he said with a devilish grin.  

“You’ve gotta come with me, Mike,” said Andy, his deep voice echoing in the quiet night as they stood in their neighboring backyards. “The fresh mountain air will do you good. It’s just what you need.”

Mike looked up at his friend, his eyes red from weeks of crying. “I don’t know, man. I’ve got a lot of work to do around here.”

Andy clapped Mike’s shoulder, the muscles rippling under his shirt. “You’re always working. You need a break. Let’s go to the cabin.”

The two men had been best friends since they were kids. Growing up, they’d shared every adventure imaginable, from building treehouses to sneaking out for midnight swims in the town’s forbidden lake. Now, in their mid-forties, life had taken a toll on them, especially Mike. With his wife’s passing, the light had gone out of his life.

Andy was the picture of vitality. At six foot two, his body was a testament to his dedication to fitness. Years of hitting the gym had sculpted him into a well-oiled machine, with muscles that could make a Greek god jealous. His sandy hair had started to grey at the temples, but it only added to his rugged charm. Mike, on the other hand, had always been shorter, his stocky frame packed with the dense strength that comes from a lifetime of manual labor. His hair had thinned over the years, leaving a ring of fur around his bald head. A thick carpet of chest hair peeked out from his open collar, reminding anyone who saw it of the bear they’d seen on the news last summer.

The contrast between them was stark, but it had never mattered. They’d always had each other’s backs, and now was no different. With a gentle nod, Mike agreed to the trip.

The mountain cabin was a place of refuge for Andy, a place where he could escape the city’s noise and breathe. It was a simple place, nestled among tall pines, with a view of the rolling mountains that seemed to stretch on forever. The thought of sharing it with Mike, especially now, filled him with a strange sense of comfort. He hoped the peace he found there could rub off on his grieving friend.

Mike looked at his own house, dark except for the flickering TV. He’d been living in shadows since Rachel had died, the silence a constant reminder of her absence. With a sigh, he grabbed his duffel bag and followed Andy. As they climbed into the truck, he couldn’t help but feel like he was leaving a piece of himself behind.

The drive was a mix of quiet conversation and the hum of the tires on the asphalt. Mike talked about the last job he’d done before his wife got sick, how proud he was of the new porch he’d built. Andy listened, nodded, and filled in the gaps with tales of his own escapades, trying to coax a smile from his friend. The city lights grew distant, replaced by the silver glow of the moon and the occasional porch light flickering by the side of the road.

When they arrived, the cabin looked exactly as Mike remembered from the last time he’d visited, six years ago with his wife for her birthday. The warm glow of the windows beckoned, promising comfort and maybe, just maybe, a bit of respite from the pain that had become his constant companion.

Andy unlocked the door, and they stepped inside. The scent of pine and the faint hint of something cooked long ago greeted them. Mike took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his grief ease just a fraction.

The cabin was small but cozy, with a stone fireplace that took up most of one wall and a kitchen that hadn’t seen a renovation since the ’70s.  Mike took a seat on the worn leather couch.

Andy set their bags down by the door. “I’ll grab us a couple of beers,” he said, giving Mike a moment to himself. The fridge opened and closed, and a moment later, the sound of a bottle cap twisting filled the silence. He handed one to Mike, who took it with a nod of thanks. They sat in companionable quiet, the only other noise being the occasional crackle from the fireplace.

Mike took a sip, the cool liquid sliding down his throat. He cleared his throat. “Remember when we tried to build that go-kart?”

Andy snorted. “How could I forget? We had that thing falling apart before we even made it to the bottom of the hill.”

They laughed, the sound a little rusty from disuse. It felt good, and for a brief moment, Mike’s eyes sparkled with life.

“Yeah,” Mike said, his voice a little softer. “We had some good times, didn’t we?”

Andy nodded. “The best. And we’re gonna have more of them. Starting right now.” He clinked his bottle against Mike’s. “To all the adventures we’ve got ahead of us.”

Mike’s eyes watered, but he managed a smile. “Cheers, buddy.” They sat, sipping their beers, lost in their own thoughts. The warmth of the room seeped into Mike’s bones, and he felt a sense of peace he hadn’t known in a long time.

When they finished, Andy stood up. “Come on, I’m gonna start dinner. You can help me chop some veggies.”

Mike nodded and followed him into the kitchen. He took a knife and a cutting board, watching as his friend pulled out ingredients from the pantry.

“So, what are we making?” Mike asked, his voice still a little shaky.

“Steak and potatoes,” Andy said with a grin. “Can’t go wrong with that.”

Mike’s eyes lit up at the mention of steak. It had been weeks since he’d had a decent meal, living off takeout and the occasional TV dinner. He took the potatoes and started peeling them, the familiar motions offering a sense of normalcy.

“You know, the last time I was here,” Mike began, his voice thick with emotion, “we had a barbecue, right out back. I’d never seen the stars so clear.”

Andy paused, the knife in his hand. “Yeah, you talked about it for days.”

They worked in silence for a few moments before Mike spoke again. “Thanks for bringing me here, man. I don’t know if it’ll help, but it’s nice to not be alone.”

“You’re never alone, Mike,” Andy said, clapping him on the back. “Not as long as I’m around.”

The conversation turned to memories of their childhood, the dumb dares and the pranks they’d pulled. The laughter grew more frequent, filling the cabin with the warmth that had been missing from Mike’s life. As the smell of sizzling steak and roasting potatoes filled the room, it almost felt like they were kids again.

Andy hoped that maybe, just maybe, this week would be the start of healing for his friend. The mountains had always had a way of putting things in perspective. And if there was anything Mike needed right now, it was perspective.

“Remember that time we tried to catch the neighbor’s cat thinking it was a mountain lion?” Mike chuckled, a sound that seemed almost foreign to the air in the cabin.

“Oh, man,” Andy said, his own laughter deep and hearty. “You had that BB gun, and you shot at it from the treehouse.”

“And it just sat there, looking at me like I was the biggest fool it had ever seen,” Mike said, shaking his head.

They both erupted into laughter, the kind that left them gasping for air. The kind that hurt in the best way. It was a sound that Mike’s late wife would have loved to hear, the sound of her husband finding joy again.

The laughter eventually died down, and they took in the quiet, comfortable silence of the cabin. The fire crackled in the background, casting shadows across the room that danced with the flickering lights.

“You know, she always talked about coming back here,” Mike said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Andy nodded solemnly. “I know, buddy. She loved it here.”

“Yeah,” Mike said, his eyes misting over. “We had plans to come up here every year, just the two of us.”

Andy took a deep breath. “Well, we’re here now. And she’s with us, in a way. She’d want you to be happy, Mike. To live.”

Mike wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand. “I know, but it’s hard, you know?”

“I know,” Andy said, his voice gentle. “But we’re going to get through this together.”

The night grew late, and the stories grew fewer, until finally, exhaustion took hold. They decided to turn in, the promise of a new day and more memories to share just a few hours away.

Andy showed Mike to the guest room, which was adorned with a quilt Mike’s wife had made on one of her own retreats to the cabin. It was a poignant reminder of the joy she had brought into their lives, and Mike felt a pang of loss so sharp it was like a physical blow. But as he climbed into the bed, the softness of the quilt wrapped around him like a hug from his lost love.

The two friends said their goodnights, and the cabin grew still once more. The only sounds were the distant hoot of an owl and the occasional sigh of the wind through the pines.

Mike lay there, staring up at the ceiling. The shadows danced with the flickering firelight, but they couldn’t distract him from the tumult in his mind. His wife’s laughter echoed in his thoughts, and he could almost feel the warmth of her body next to his. But the cold reality of the empty bed seeped into him, a stark reminder of his solitude.

He sighed and threw back the quilt, the cold air of the cabin making him shiver. His feet found the floor, and he padded softly to the door, the old floorboards creaking under his weight. He paused for a moment, listening for any sign that he’d disturbed Andy, but the house remained still.

Mustering his courage, he knocked softly on the door to the master bedroom. “Andy?” he called, his voice a hoarse whisper. “You awake?”

A sleepy grumble answered him. “What’s up, Mike?”

“I can’t sleep,” Mike admitted, his voice cracking a little. “Do you mind if I come in?”

“Course not,” Andy murmured. “Door’s unlocked.”

Mike pushed the door open and stepped into the room. The bed was a tangle of blankets, and the outline of Andy’s body was clear in the moonlight. He could see the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept.

“Thanks, man,” Mike said, his voice barely audible. “I just don’t wanna be alone tonight.”

Andy sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Come on, then,” he said, moving over to make space in the bed. “There’s plenty of room.”

Mike hesitated for a moment, feeling a strange mix of vulnerability and comfort at the offer. Then, he climbed in beside his friend, feeling the warmth of the bed envelop him. The scent of their combined sweat and the faint hint of pine was surprisingly comforting.

They lay there in silence, the only sound the occasional pop of the fire in the other room. Mike felt the tension in his body start to ease, the warmth of the bed and the solid presence of his friend beside him grounding him in the present.

Andy’s hand found his in the darkness, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You’re not alone, buddy,” he murmured. “Never will be.”

Mike squeezed back, feeling the tears prick at his eyes once more. He didn’t know if he’d ever get used to sleeping alone again, but for now, he had this.

As they lay there, holding hands like two lost boys in the night, Mike felt a small spark of hope ignite in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to live without his wife. Maybe, just maybe, he could find a way to be happy again.

Their breathing synced up, and soon Mike felt the weight of his sorrow start to lift. Sleep began to claim him, the warmth of the bed and the solidarity of his friend’s presence lulling him into a restless but welcome slumber.

In the quiet of the cabin, the two men lay, their naked forms entwined in the double bed. It was an intimacy born not of desire, but of a bond that had been forged in the fires of friendship and loss. As the night deepened, their grip on each other tightened, a silent pact to face the coming days together.

The mountain air, the warmth of the bed, and the comfort of his friend’s hand all conspired to bring Mike a peace he hadn’t felt in months. For the first time since his wife’s passing, he allowed himself to truly relax, to let go of the grief that had been his constant companion.

Andy’s even breathing was a soothing rhythm, a metronome keeping time with the beating of Mike’s own heart. He felt the warmth of their bodies mingle. The darkness of the room was a balm to his soul, allowing him to drift into a fitful sleep filled with memories of laughter and love. And as the night wore on, the cabin stood sentinel, guarding the two friends as they sought refuge in the quiet solace of each other’s company.

The next morning, the sun peeked through the cabin windows, casting a warm glow over the two friends. They awoke to find themselves spooned together, Andy’s arm lying heavily across Mike’s chest. Mike felt something else pressing into his back, something firm and unmistakable. He froze, his heart racing as he realized it was his friend’s morning erection nestled between his buttocks. The silence grew thick as they both processed the unexpected intimacy of the situation.

Andy’s voice was a tentative whisper. “Mike …”

Mike took a deep breath, trying to ignore the sudden tension in the air. “It’s okay, man,” he said, his own voice a little shaky. “It’s just … we’re guys.”

Andy took a moment before speaking again. “Mike, there’s something I need to tell you.” His words hung in the air like a confession about to be spoken.

Mike felt his heart rate spike, unsure what was coming. He took a deep breath and nodded. “What is it?”

Andy’s words came out in a rush, as if he’d been holding them in for years. “I’ve loved you since we were kids. That’s why I never married. I just … I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Mike’s breath hitched, but he wasn’t as surprised as he should have been. The revelation brought a strange mix of comfort and confusion. He’d always known there was something deeper between them, something that went beyond friendship. He turned to face Andy, his eyes searching his friend’s.

“I’ve had feelings for you, too,” Mike admitted, his voice barely above a murmur. “But I didn’t know what to do with them. My wife knew. She said she was okay with it.”

They stared at each other for a long moment, the air in the cabin charged with unspoken emotion. The weight of their confessions hung between them like an invisible force, pulling them closer.

Andy reached out, his hand trembling slightly. “Can we … Can we see where this goes?”

Mike’s heart swelled. He took a deep breath, feeling a rush of excitement and fear. “Yeah, buddy,” he whispered. “We can try.”

They leaned in, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss, a kiss that spoke of love and longing held in check for too long. It was a kiss filled with the promise of a future neither had dared to dream of.

As they pulled back, Mike couldn’t help but smile, feeling a sense of peace that had eluded him for so long. “Let’s get some breakfast,” he suggested, trying to ease the tension.

Andy nodded, a relieved smile spreading across his face. “Sounds like a plan.”

They climbed out of bed, the cold mountain air a stark contrast to the warmth they’d shared. As they padded to the kitchen in their boxers, Mike couldn’t help but feel that the cabin had become more than just a place of refuge. It had become a place where two broken hearts could mend, together.

They started the coffee, the aroma filling the small space as they moved around the kitchen. The comfort of routine allowed them to navigate their newfound feelings, the air between them charged with the potential of what was to come.

As they sat down at the small table, the sun streaming in through the windows, Mike took a sip of his coffee. “To new beginnings,” he said, raising his mug.

Andy clinked his against it, his eyes shining with hope. “To us,” he said.

Their smiles grew, and for the first time in a long time, Mike felt like maybe, just maybe, he could find happiness again. And not just with anyone. With the man he’d loved his whole life, the one who had been there through every storm.

The chill of the cabin grew too much to bear, so they decided to re-stoke the fire. The task was simple, but the intimacy of it was not lost on either of them. They worked together, placing logs in the grate and watching as the flames grew higher. The warmth spread through the room, and with it, the sexual tension grew palpable.

Andy turned to Mike, his eyes dark with a hunger that had been hidden for too long. Without a word, he leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was tentative at first, as if both men were afraid to break the spell. But the passion grew quickly, the heat from the fireplace mirroring the flames that ignited between them.

Mike felt his body respond, his cock swelling as Andy’s hand found its way down to stroke him gently. He moaned into the kiss, feeling alive again in a way he hadn’t since Rachel’s passing. He reached down to return the favor, his hand wrapping around the solid length of his friend’s erection.

They stumbled back to the bed, their passion growing with every touch. Andy pushed Mike onto his back, his own need driving him to act. He took Mike’s cock in his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue exploring every inch. Mike’s hips bucked upward, a guttural groan escaping him.

Their lovemaking was raw, filled with the intensity of years of repressed desire. Mike’s hands roamed over Andy’s muscled back, pulling him closer, urging him deeper. They switched positions, Mike eagerly taking his friend in his mouth, feeling the power of giving and receiving pleasure.

Andy couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled away, breathless, and climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between Mike’s legs. He kissed down Mike’s chest, his beard scraping against his friend’s sensitive skin, sending shivers down Mike’s spine.

He paused at Mike’s hole, looking up for approval. Mike nodded, his eyes never leaving Andy’s. With a gentle push, Andy’s tongue delved inside, tasting the musky flavor of his friend. Mike’s legs spread wider, his body begging for more.

The anticipation grew to a crescendo as Andy lined his cock up with Mike’s waiting hole. With one swift motion, he pushed inside, filling Mike with a sense of belonging that he hadn’t felt in too long. Mike’s body tensed, a cry tearing from his throat, but it was quickly followed by a sigh of relief and pleasure.

They moved together, their rhythm a silent symphony of love and loss, pain and healing. Their bodies melded, their hearts beating in time with each thrust. It was an act of vulnerability, a declaration of love that transcended friendship.

Their climax was explosive, their bodies shaking as they came together, spilling themselves onto each other. The warmth of their sperm mixed with the sweat on their bodies, a symbol of the bond that had just been formed.

As they lay tangled in the rumpled bed, their breathing ragged, Mike felt a weight lifted. It was a strange mix of guilt and euphoria, but he knew he’d made the right choice. This was where he was meant to be, with the one person who truly understood the depth of his pain.

Andy wrapped his arms around Mike, pulling him closer. “I’ve got you,” he murmured into Mike’s ear. “Always.”

Mike nodded, feeling the warmth of his friend’s embrace. He knew that together, they could face anything the world threw at them. And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to believe in a future filled with love and hope.

The rest of the week passed in a blur of passion and comfort, their days filled with long walks in the woods and nights of exploration and discovery in the cabin. The sex was raw and uninhibited, a testament to the years of yearning they’d both kept buried. It was more than just physical release; it was a balm for their wounded hearts, a way to reconnect with the world in a way that transcended the pain of loss.

As the weekend approached, they sat by the fire, the flames casting shadows on their faces that danced in the flickering light. The air was thick with the scent of their desire, mingled with the ever-present smell of pine. “What happens when we go back to the city?” Mike asked, his voice low and tentative.

Andy took a deep breath, looking into the fire. “I’ve been thinking,” he began. “Your house is too small for all the love we’ve got to give. Why don’t you sell it and move in with me?”

Mike felt a surge of excitement and fear. “Are you sure?”

Andy nodded, his gaze intense. “More than anything, Mike. We’ve got the rest of our lives ahead of us, and I don’t want to spend it without you.”

Mike felt his heart swell. “Okay,” he said, his voice a little shaky. “Let’s do it.”

The drive back to the city was a mix of excitement and nerves. They talked about the future, their voices filled with hope and anticipation. The mountains grew smaller in the rearview mirror, but the bond between them grew stronger with every passing mile.

When they arrived at Mike’s house, it looked smaller and more forlorn than he remembered. The thought of filling it with their laughter and love was almost too much to bear. “You really think we can do this?” Mike asked, his voice filled with doubt.

Andy took his hand. “We’re going to make this work, buddy. Together.”

And so, with a sense of purpose, they began the process of merging their lives. The house was put up for sale, and plans were made to renovate Andy’s place to accommodate their newfound relationship. It was a chance to build a home that reflected the love and passion they’d discovered in the cabin.

As the weeks turned into months, their relationship grew stronger. The sex was still hot and intense, but it was the quiet moments of companionship that truly defined them. They’d sit together in the evenings, holding hands as they watched TV or just talked about their days. It was a simple life, but it was filled with a joy that neither had felt in a very long time.

And as the seasons changed, so too did the landscape of their hearts. The scars of their pasts began to fade, replaced by the warmth of their shared future. The cabin in the mountains remained a special place, a symbol of their love and healing. But now, it was more than just a retreat; it was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, love could find a way to shine through.

Their friends and family were shocked by the sudden turn of events, but as they saw the light return to Mike’s eyes and the smile that never left Andy’s face, they couldn’t help but be happy for them. It was clear that they’d found something special, something that had been missing from their lives for too long.

As they lay in bed together, surrounded by the familiar comfort of their new home, Mike looked over at Andy and felt a sense of peace wash over him. He knew that they had a long road ahead, filled with challenges and surprises. But he also knew that as long as they had each other, they could face anything.

And so, in the quiet of the night, with the promise of tomorrow just outside their window, they held each other tightly, their hearts beating in time with the promise of their future. It was a future filled with love, friendship, and the occasional weekend getaway to the place that had brought them back to life.

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The gravel crunched under Sebastian’s shoes; they were covered in dust and grime, and though he had managed to wash his clothes a few times on his way to this lost part of the United States, money was running out. The few possessions he had managed to snatch away on his way out of his parents’ house weighed on his back. 

A painful reminder that at barely eighteen, all his future prospects had been swept under the rug. 

He slumped against a rock, cushioned by the pads of his backpack. His eyes burned from tiredness, and all his joints and muscles ached. 

He had graduated from high school with a collection of trophies and accolades, shiny trinkets from his short but successful career as the school’s star quarterback. 

Over the years, he had trained his body to endure pain and grown to withstand the hardships of football. 

But all of it seemed pointless. 

The life he had so carefully crafted, the image he had painstakingly put out, had been thrown in the trash. 

All because his parents had discovered his dirty little secret. 

Sebastian loved cock more than pussy, and a little conservative town wasn’t going to accept a gay golden boy. 

Least of all his father and mother. 

He blinked away a few tears; they came out more because of exhaustion than from the loss of those he had left behind. 

What he hadn’t expected was them emptying his bank accounts to add insult to injury. 

Sebastian took his phone out of his pocket. The screen was cracked, the battery was low, but enough to call emergency services if needed. 

If he had service, that is. His grip tightened.

He was close to his destination, but this backwater road wouldn’t be of any help. 

He had replied to an online ad. 

Farmhand needed, no experience required. 

Only a strong back. 

Free housing and food, and small financial compensation. 

A phone number was written at the end.

The picture of the man at the top of the profile had entranced Sebastian. 

He was his type, early thirties, masculine features and dark eyes. He had hesitated at first, but felt a sense of relief when he did send out his application. 

The response came relatively fast, and after a short back and forth, he was set for the trip. 

Shaun wired him a small amount of money, and that’s how Sebastian ended up in the middle of nowhere. 

He rose to his feet and continued hiking through the woods, the pine trees fragrant with sap and birds tweeting the day away on their branches. 

When he reached the top of a hill, he saw an expanse of fields and meadows, and a modest farmhouse in the middle. Its tired red walls were bright against the wilderness, the only bastion of civilization. 

Sebastian breathed in deeply in an attempt to ease the tension festering in the pit of his stomach. 

Then, he hurried down the slope, the punishing sun pushing him to reach the house’s porch in record time. 

One, two, three, four steps, and he was on the landing, the wood flooring squeaking underfoot. He knocked hesitantly. When no answer came, he proceeded more fervently. 

A slim man about two inches smaller than him opened the door. He had dark brown eyes and slicked-back hair.

“Ain’t gonna introduce yourself?” He said with a commanding, yet soothing voice.

“Huh, sorry, sir,” Sebastian readjusted his backpack. “I’m a bit groggy from the walk. I’m Sebastian Connolly.”

Shaun leaned into the door frame.  “Did you travel all right?” 

“Yes, thank you,” Sebastian glanced back. “I didn’t think the farm would be so… far from everything.”

“That’s how I like it,” Shaun straightened, tan skin showing under his wrinkled shirt. “Are you a runaway or something? You’re over 18, right? I won’t take you if you’re not.”

“Yeah, sir,” Sebastian confirmed, avoiding staring at the other man’s exposed chest. “I’m no runaway, just needed a fresh start.”

“So, you’re a drifter of sorts.”

Sebastian looked down. “Guess so…”

“Come in, you look like you need a drink.” 

Shaun led him through the corridor. Pictures of landscapes and portraits adorned the walls. Some of the paint was chipped, but otherwise, the house appeared well-kept. 

The kitchen was small and opened to a living room with an impressively sized flat screen surrounded by shelves filled with books. 

“You like movies?” 

“I do, mostly horror and action stuff,” Sebastian revealed. “You?”

“Bit of this, bit of that,” Shaun opened the fridge and cracked two beers open. “You like some beer, I hope.”

“I do, bro. Thanks,” Sebastian gulped half of it, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

Shaun scoffed. “Bro?” 

“Sir, I meant sir, sorry,” Sebastian apologized.

“Easy lad, no need to fret… how did you come across my ad, anyway?” Shaun sat on one of the stools, and Sebastian was left standing. 

Sebastian shrugged. “I just need a place to crash. I’ll work hard, I won’t be any trouble.”

“I’m sure you won’t be,” Shaun put his beer on the granite counter. “Do you know the first thing about being a farmhand, boy?”

“Figured I’ll be cleaning and helping you on the farm… like milk cows and shear sheep,” Sebastian remained still, a deer caught in headlights.

Shaun laughed out loud, though not mockingly. “And much more, but you’ll find out soon enough. No sheep shearing here, sorry to disappoint.” 

“Yeah, I wasn’t really brought up on a farm,” Sebastian said numbly. 

“I pinned you as a city boy the moment I saw you.”

“I’m sure I’ll do well,” Sebastian affirmed decisively.

Shaun smirked. “Depends if you can follow instructions, or not.”

Sebastian’s green eyes shot up. He noticed Shaun’s mischievous smile. “I can, sir. I’m a fast learner.”

Shaun dragged his fingers on his chair. “I think you’ll enjoy most of it, but this ain’t gonna be easy. I’ll put that body of yours to good use.” 

Shaun stared at him in a way that made him feel small. Sebastian’s cheeks burned and the idea that he had come to the farm for all the wrong reasons pounded in his head. He held on to his drink with both hands, focusing on the bottle; he wasn’t so sure about his decision anymore. Regret shot through his body. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come,” he dropped the beer bottle on a piece of furniture. “I’ll find a job and give you your money back. Shit…” 

He started to make his way toward the door, but was stopped dead in his track by a firm him.

Sebastian slapped it away with force.

“Easy, boy,” Shaun massaged the spot Sebastian had hit. “I don’t know what you’ve got up to up to this point, but I promise you’ll be safe here.”

“Man, I don’t want to be like this,” Sebastian growled. 

“What? A fag? Is that what people called you? Maybe worse…” Shaun put his hands up in the air and his expression softened. “You weren’t very discreet checking me out.” 

Sebastian didn’t answer, averting the other man’s eyes. 

“You’re gay, or whatever,” Shaun laughed. “Big deal.”

“I’m just confused,” Sebastian admitted. “I had girlfriends before, I could get it up, I…”

“Maybe you like pussy and dick, maybe you just like dick. I don’t really care,” Shaun patted Sebastian’s shoulder, sending shivers down his spine. “This place could help you find your way.”

Sebastian’s mind wandered back to the day his parents discovered him jacking off to two guys blowing each other. They’d searched his entire internet history to see how far his transgression went, and the more they dug, the more they found. 

His father had smashed his computer to pieces that day, and trashed his room. An hour later, Sebastian was on the sidewalk and he was only met by closed doors. 

“Are you gonna put me to work, or not?”

“I will, could use a strong jock like you for sure,” Shaun said. “I’ll let you settle down before we get serious about your chores.”

His scent hit Sebastian violently, the faint smell of sweat mixed with deodorant. His cock twitched as his face flushed red with embarrassment..  

“Something’s wrong?” 

“No-No, I’m fine,” Sebastian blurted. 

“Sweet, also, I hope you don’t mind waking up early.”

After tucking his things away in the hall, he followed Shaun under the scorching sun. 

To be continued..

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The Ghost You Create

The elevator opened on the seventh floor, and Ethan Jones stepped off and walked down the long hallway. He could feel the wind in his long, kinky curls. With each step he took, his hair bounced, and his hips swayed just a little. A walk of power and confidence was always how he moved. The sound of his boots clicking announced his arrival to anyone who was listening.

He stopped at apartment 722 and rang the bell. Within seconds, he could hear someone unlock the door. He prepared himself mentally for the encounter. The door opened, and he was greeted by an absolute heartthrob of a man, Caio Riberio. Caio was of medium height and Brazilian descent, with deep dark eyes, short black hair, a perfectly trimmed beard, and the cutest dark pink lips. He looked like a gorgeous jock.

“Hello,” Ethan introduced myself, “I’m Ethan Jones. I’m here to see the apartment.”

Caio took a moment to look Ethan over. He liked what he saw. Ethan seemed to just exude confidence and big-dick energy at first glance. He was incredibly attractive with his milk chocolate skin, dark eyes, round face, perfect white teeth, neatly trimmed goatee, and fat lips. His fashion game was top-tier. The clothing fit his body in just the right way. You could tell underneath it all was a body made for playing. 

Caio smiled, “Hello, Ethan. I’m Caio. Caio Ribeiro. Come in.” He still had his strong native accent, which Ethan found beautiful and sultry all at the same time. 

The moment Ethan stepped into the apartment, he quickly scanned it over. He took in everything: the décor, the flower arrangements, the photos on display, the dust in the corners, the bar set up with all the etc. It was a two-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment in the seaport district of Boston. 

“So,” he began as he turned to face him, “you’re looking for a roommate. Did the last one move out?” Ethan was direct and to the point. Caio instantly loved that about him. 

“No. Nothing like that. I live with my boyfriend. I stopped working full-time so I could focus on building my social media following. I want to be an influencer. So, we’d feel better having someone rent out the second bedroom as I try to build my brand. We like to travel and vacation. We don’t want to touch our savings while I grow my business,” he said with a charming smile.

Ethan nodded and replied, “I understand. Say less. From what I see, it’s a beautiful space you have here. Is your boyfriend here as well?”

“No, he’s at work. But if you look around, you’ll see he’s here. Every photo is one of us,” Caio said as he pointed out the photos on display.

Ethan walked over to the first photo he saw on the end table. He picked it up and admired the happy couple. Someone had taken their photo in Times Square. They looked quite beautiful together. Where Caio was an exotic Latin man, his partner was a Nubian King. He had perfect butter-brown skin, a lean body, a narrow face with a full beard, curly hair, thick eyebrows, brown eyes, and light brown, pinkish lips. 

“You make a beautiful couple. You look so in love with one another,” Ethan told him as he placed the photo down. “What’s his name?” 

Caio blushed, “Thank you. We are so in love. His name is Adriel. We’ve been together four years now.”

“Adriel,” Ethan repeated his name. It rolled off his tongue effortlessly. “What a beautiful name.”

Caio furrowed his brows and said, “You don’t sound like a Bostonian. Where are you from?”

Ethan half-smiled, “I’m not from here. I’m actually from Mississippi. Jackson, to be exact. I met a guy some months back when I was here on business. We hit it off and had this crazy whirlwind romance. I fell in love quickly. He made me feel things. We talked about running away together into the sunset. So, I figured, let’s do that. I sold everything back home and moved here.”

Ethan’s smile faded as he reflected on the romance he had shared. He thought he had finally found the love of his life. It turned out he had just found another guy who played with his heart. He used him for all he was worth and tossed him like yesterday’s news. 

As Ethan’s smile faded, he said, “Everything he told me was a lie. He left me broken-hearted, so here I am. I’m too ashamed to go back home and admit defeat. So, I’m trying to stay and rebuild my life. I sound pretty pathetic, right?”

“No, you don’t. You followed your heart. That’s admirable. Some men are shit.” Caio was genuine and sympathetic. He had experienced his fair share of heartbreak. 

“You’re sweet,” Ethan said with a simple yet polite smile. 

Caio grabbed Ethan’s hand and said, “I’ve been there before. I had my fair share of heartbreak. Just when I was about to give up on men, I met Adriel. He came into my life like a knight in shining armor and saved my heart. We’ve had some hiccups, but he’s my everything. Your person is out there, Ethan.”

The kindness and warmth of Caio’s gesture weren’t lost on Ethan. He appreciated his act of solidarity. Part of him envied Caio. He had a seemingly perfect and healthy relationship with a beautiful man. Then, there was the other part of him. 

Ethan moved about the living room and said, “Knight in shining armor? That’s such a poetic way to describe a beautiful man. I guess you can say I thought my guy was that way.”

“Sometimes it helps to talk about it. Would you like to tell me about him? I know it won’t bring him back, but maybe it will help you feel better to just vent a little.” Caio was being sincere. He didn’t like to see anyone hurt. 

Ethan smirked, “I think I’d like that. Thank you, Caio.”

 

SIX MONTHS EARLIER 

It was a bright and clear night in Boston. Ethan found himself on the rooftop bar, looking out at the Boston skyline. Work had brought him into the city, and after a long week, he just wanted to find a nice atmosphere to chill and enjoy the vibe. He had just finished his drink and felt like ordering another. 

Across the way, he felt a pair of eyes on him. He glanced over, and his eyes met Fox’s gaze. Fox was talking with a group of guys, but his attention was on Ethan. The way he smiled made Ethan feel a little heat between his legs. Ethan’s eyes wandered down Fox’s body. He looked good enough to eat. 

Ethan took a seat at the bar. He had sworn off men some time ago. As he sat and waited for the bartender, Fox made his way over. He moved across the room with such confidence and swagger that you couldn’t help but admire him. He was suave, and he knew it. They had done right to name him Fox. He took a seat next to Ethan.

He spoke, “This is going to sound so lame, but I saw you from across the room, and I just had to come over and say something.”

Without looking at him, Ethan said, “You’re right. That is lame.”

Fox chuckled, “Okay. You’re blunt. That’s refreshing. I’m Foxworth, but people call me Fox.”

Ethan turned his head and looked Fox up and down. He tried to act as if he wasn’t impressed by the man, but they both knew he was. 

“Interesting name,” Ethan said as he cut his eyes.

“I’ll tell my mom you like it. Can I buy you a drink?” Fox’s voice was as smooth as a glass of whiskey. 

“Only if you can guess my drink,” Ethan said playfully.

Fox twisted his lips and said, “Hmmm. If I had to guess, I’d say you’re a gin and tonic kind of guy.”

Ethan shook his head, “Wrong. I’m a cosmopolitan bitch.” 

“Oh shit! So, you’re on that Sex and the City vibe? Okay, so are you more of a Carrie or what? I hate to admit it, but I’m more of a Miranda. Don’t tell anyone, though.”

Ethan gasped, “A Miranda? I respect your honesty. I’m more of a Samantha.” Ethan licked his lips seductively when he said Samantha. 

“Samantha? I’m impressed. I need a drink to stand before you. Bartender, can I get a Vodka on rocks and a Cosmo for Samantha here?”

“I was going to order my drink. You lost the bet, remember,” Ethan said with a smile. 

Fox bit his bottom lip, “I remember. I also remember you never told me your name.”

“It’s Ethan.”

“What’s a beautiful man like you doing here all alone?”

“I’m looking for the Smith Jerrod to my Samantha.”

Fox raised an eyebrow, “Maybe I can help with that.”

He extended his hand for a dance. Ethan didn’t hesitate to take it. Fox pulled him onto the dance floor. “Slow Dance” by John Legend played, and they slow danced with one another. The vibe was right, and the groove felt good. 

Fox pulled him close. Their bodies blended together on the dance floor. It felt like it was just the two of them. Nothing and no one else mattered. Fox found himself excited by the feel of Ethan’s body. His hand ran down Ethan’s back and came to a rest at the top of his ass. 

Ethan asked, “You wanna go somewhere a little bit quieter?” 

He didn’t wait for Fox to respond. He led him off the dance floor, and they disappeared into the night. The two studs stepped into Ethan’s hotel suite and instantly began kissing all over each other. There was no need for words. They both knew where the night was leading them. 

They broke away from their kiss and stripped out of their clothing. Both men had incredibly developed bodies. Ethan’s hole twitched when he saw Fox’s long, cut, and throbbing meat. That cock had to be nearly nine inches long, and the head of it was a solid pink. It looked ready to wreck his pretty little hole. 

“That’s no foxy cock,” Ethan said as he licked his lips.

“Come give it a taste.”

Ethan pushed Fox back into the chair near the window. He got on his knees and kissed Fox’s chest and nipples. He rolled his tongue across his body and down his stomach until he reached his impressive member. It looked even better up close. It was surrounded by a perfectly trimmed bush of dark pubes, and two medium-sized balls hung between his legs. Ethan opened his mouth and slowly swallowed the entire length of Fox’s cock.

Fox gasped, “Oh fuck!”

Ethan worked the head of Fox’s cock. His tongue rolled around the shaft of the dick and down to the base. He spread Fox’s legs wider and moved up and down on the pulsating penis. He made sure to coat every inch of it with his saliva. Fox ran his hands down Ethan’s back and onto his beautifully shaped ass. 

“Suck my dick like you want it,” Fox moaned.

Ethan stuck his tongue out and let Fox’s throbbing cock slap it a few times. He then took it back into his mouth and forced himself to choke on it a few times. He moved to his balls and rolled his tongue across them. He moved back up the length of the throbbing erection and took it back into his mouth. As he sucked it, his mouth made the most delicious slurping sounds. 

Fox said, “Let me taste your ass.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Fox replied as he pulled Ethan into a nasty kiss. 

Ethan stood up and bent over the desk. He presented his perfect fat ass to Fox like it was a fine dining experience, and it was indeed a fine dining experience. Fox admired those voluptuous cheeks for a second. He ran his gentle hands over each soft cheek. He gave them a squeeze and slightly pulled them apart just enough to give him a glimpse of Ethan’s light brown rosebud. 

“It’s so fucking beautiful,” Fox said in admiration. 

He sucked on each cheek as Ethan lightly moaned. He finally spread his cheeks and spat directly on that puckered hole. Fox buried his face in between those cakes. His tongue ran up and down the hole, and then he sucked it into his mouth. He sent pleasure through Ethan’s body.

Ethan groaned, “Fuck, that feels so good.”

Fox continued to devour his hole. He pushed his tongue inside Ethan’s hole. He could feel it open, and the muscles throb against his mouth. The more he ate, Ethan, the more Ethan moaned. Those moans made his dick harder. He had to stroke his thick cock as he feasted on the delicious ass presented before him. 

He ate him so good that spit was running down his chin and Ethan’s legs. Fox couldn’t get over how good Ethan tasted. He slapped Ethan’s ass and made him shake his cheeks. Those round cakes slapped him in his face as they shook. He didn’t care; he continued to eat that ass. In fact, it made his tongue-lashing all the more aggressive. 

Fox was so aroused that he needed to fuck. He stood up and slapped his hefty cock across Ethan’s cheeks. He then lined his dick up and slowly slid inside of him. The head of his cock opened Ethan up. 

The feel of Fox’s cock head splitting him open took Ethan to a new world of pleasure. The head was so fat and thick. The rest of his cock slowly sank inside Ethan’s tight ass. The walls inside gripped Fox’s dick. Fox slowly moved his hips, fucking Ethan just a little before pulling out of him. 

He then pushed his dick back inside. He fed Ethan every inch until his pubes were resting against his cheeks. He held still for a moment and listened to the sound of Ethan’s breathing. When he felt his bottom was ready, Fox began to truly fuck him. He moved in and out of him, slamming his cock deep into Ethan’s depths. 

Ethan moaned, “Oh shit. You’re stretching me.”

Fox smiled, “Yeah, I am, and you’re taking it so well, baby.” 

Fox ran his hands over Ethan’s ass as he plowed his guts. He watched the work of his back shots in amazement. Each plow made Ethan’s ass bounce. The ripple effect of those plows made his cock thicker. 

Ethan gripped the desk for dear life and took the pounding. Fox’s cock was working him so deep and good. His body wanted more. He could feel his insides turning into hot liquid. His hole throbbed in anticipation of each thrust Fox gave him. 

“Pussy so fucking good, baby,” Fox moaned.

Fox slowed his thrusts and began to work his hips in a circular motion. His slow strokes filled them both with a hungry intensity. He pulled out, and Ethan begged for him to put it back in. Fox lifted him up and tossed him on the bed. 

Ethan landed on his back. Fox climbed in between his legs and slid his thick dick back into his hungry hole. He fucked him like they were the only two people in the world. Ethan moaned and creamed all over Fox’s cock. 

Ethan shouted, “You’re so fucking deep.”

Fox fucked him with slow and deliberate strokes. He made Ethan’s hole quake with passion. His dick brushed his walls like a painter brushing a canvas. Ethan gripped Fox by the back of his neck and pulled their heads close together. Sweat poured off of Fox onto Ethan. He picked up his pace and fucked him with an extremely intense amount of pleasure. 

Fox growled, “Fuck! Your pussy gonna make me cum.”

“Do it. Fucking breed me. Own me,” Ethan encouraged.

Fox announced, “I’m bout to nut in you. SHIT! FUCK!” 

Fox fucked him harder and faster. His cock swelled inside of Ethan, and then he coated the walls of Ethan’s anus with his hot, watery cum. It felt like he let out a gallon of semen inside of Ethan. He kissed Ethan. As the two studs kissed, Fox wrapped his hand around Ethan’s cock and stroked him to a delicious finish. 

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Ethan and Caio sat quietly as he finished telling the story. There was a deep sense of sadness over Ethan. 

“I’m sorry. Sounds like you two hit it off instantly. How long did it last for?” Caio asked. 

Calmly, Ethan answered, “I moved here three weeks ago. I surprised him. Showed up at his home only to find out it was an Air B&B he had been renting. I called him and tried to figure everything out.” Ethan balled his fist, and his voice grew a little louder as he said, “He was supposed to meet me at the Common of all fucking places, but he didn’t show up. He disconnected his number. He ghosted me. I’m a ghost now.”

Ethan closed his eyes and calmed himself down. When he looked over, Caio’s face had held a bit of empathy and concern. 

“I’m sorry. Wounds are still fresh,” Ethan said.

“I get it. You’re hurting, and no one can judge you for that. I say fuck him for not realizing how special of a guy you are,” Caio said as he gave Ethan a friendly hug.

Ethan chuckled, “He’ll find out eventually. They always do.”

“What do you mean? Are you still going to try and date this man?”

“No. I’m from the south. We believe that the Lord will always bring the ones who hurt you back to your feet and show them what they missed out on. It’s my prayer every night that he sees my face every day!”

Caio stood and said, “Would you excuse me one moment? I have to use the restroom.”

He walked down the hall and into the master bedroom. As soon as he was gone, the front door unlocked. The door opened, and Adriel entered. He placed his things down and picked up the mail.

“Babe, I’m home. You wouldn’t believe the day I had today,” he shouted.

“Oh, contrary. I believe I would,” Ethan said as he peered into his soul.

Adriel froze in his steps. He dropped the mail he was holding in his hands. His heartbeat raced, and he started to sweat. He couldn’t believe his eyes!

Ethan smiled wickedly, “Why, Fox, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Ethan laughed deviously for a quick second or two. Then the laugh ceased, and he went stoic face! Adriel’s ghost had returned!

© Grayson Rose 2025. All rights reserved.

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Going Home

It turned out Mark didn’t have any issues with Dev and Josh’s relationship. He had his suspicions, but he saw Dev happy, and that was all that mattered. Besides, Mark liked Josh and got along well with him, and his kids loved him, too.

The unexpected problem came from Janie and her family. Mark didn’t think he could hide Dev and Josh’s relationship from his wife and tried to explain it to her. Her anger both shocked and surprised him.

“They are no longer welcome in this house! I will not have them around my children!”

Mark rarely raised his voice, but he yelled, “This is my house and they are my kids too! Dev’s my brother! I won’t have you talk badly about him. If you can’t say anything nice, then stay quiet. He will come over with Pops, like always, and you will make him feel welcome!”

Janie simmered with anger, but as a devout Southern Baptist, she obeyed her husband. However, that didn’t stop her from visiting her brothers behind his back. What followed was a storm of anger. Her brothers went to their church and informed the Elders about Dev and Josh.

Mark was called on the carpet by Pastor Reynolds, forced to listen to every scripture and proverb they cited. They went on for nearly an hour before slowing down, and Pastor Reynolds finally asked him, “What do you have to say for yourself? Allowing sinners into your home to be around your children.”

In a barely controlled tone of voice, Mark said, “You just unloaded the biggest load of horseshit I’ve ever heard. You cherry-pick scripture and take it out of context. I’ve studied the Bible my entire life, and you manage to bend everything I’ve heard to suit your point. I would ask you – what about compassion and unconditional love? Jesus welcomed sinners and treated them with respect. Dev isn’t gay, and Josh doesn’t flaunt his preferences in front of anyone. Their lives are private, between them.”

Pastor Reynolds’s face reddened so much that Mark thought he was about to have a stroke.

“As your spiritual leader, you will do as I say! I will not brook disobedience to God’s Will!”

“God isn’t speaking through you. I’ve read about righteous anger and His judgment.  His judgement! Not yours. “Judge not lest ye be judged.” Does that sound familiar, you arrogant prick?! I’m not setting foot back in this cesspool of bigotry and hate, and I won’t have my kids growing up listening to it either. Janie can continue coming if she wants, but it’s against my will if she does. We’ll find another church that isn’t filled with hate.”

The door nearly came off its hinges when Mark slammed it shut behind him. He drove straight home, gathered his kids in the car, and headed to the farm. Janie begged him to reconsider and stay, but he looked at her like she was a stranger.

“You brought this on yourself, woman. I didn’t realize you harbored so much hate in your heart. Think long and hard about how you want to move forward.”

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When Mark pulled up, the kids jumped out and ran into the house to see their GrandPop. Mark’s face showed his anger, and Dev asked him, “What’s going on?”

Mark explained everything, and Dev and Josh felt terrible. Josh, in particular, said, “I’m sorry, Mark. This is all because of me.”

“No, it’s not, Josh. Everything in them was already there, you being here didn’t put their hate and bigotry in their hearts, you being here just exposed it. Frankly, I’m glad. I’ve sat through church and bible study with those people for years, and they haven’t learned a damn thing from what they preach.”

Dev asked, “What do you think Janie’s gonna do?”

Mark sighed, “I don’t know. I’m not sure if I want her back after this. I thought she was better than this.”

Josh asked, “What if she wants a divorce and takes the kids?”

“I don’t know. I work here on the farm. Everything is still in Pops name, so she can’t come after any of our land. I can provide the kids a home, food, and everything they need. She can’t do squat. If Pops fires me, I can still provide everything for the kids by living here with him. Pops is good friends with the Sheriff and the Judge. I just don’t know how much pressure Pastor Reynolds can bring to bear.”

Dev said, “Let’s go in the house and help Pops with dinner.”

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After dinner, near sundown, Frank lit a fire for the kids to roast marshmallows. The nights were starting to cool, and the fire felt invitingly warm.

Josh suddenly said, “Dev, look.”

Far down the dirt road, multiple headlights were headed to the farm.

Dev said, “Pops, get the kids inside.”

Josh ran to the bunkhouse and grabbed Dev a shotgun that Frank kept there, along with his pistol from Vietnam. He wasn’t supposed to bring it back, but he snuck it through. It was the same pistol he used to kill the Vietnamese soldiers who captured Dev.

He tossed the shotgun to Dev, and they waited. Two pickups pulled up, and eight men got out. Two of them were Janie’s brothers, Mick and Kurt. The rest were men Mark recognized from church. He went to Bible study with all of them. Mick, Kurt, and two others held rifles.

Mick pointed at Josh and Dev and boldly said, “We don’t want your kind around here. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll take off and never come back.”

Looking at Dev, he said, “I never figured you for a faggot, Devon Kincaid.”

Kurt spoke for the first time.

“We’re taking the kids back to their mom. They don’t need to be around you.”

Mark stepped forward and said, “I don’t believe you guys. Get out of here before I call the Sheriff.”

Mick lifted his rifle, and the gunshot echoed in Josh and Dev’s ears. Adrenaline surged through their bodies, turning them into the seasoned combat Marines they were. They were snipers, but also skilled in hand-to-hand combat. The impact of the bullet spun Mark around, and he fell to the ground.

To Dev and Josh events started to happen in slow motion. Josh lifted his pistol, aimed at Mick’s hand, and fired. At less than fifteen feet, Josh rarely ever missed his target. In rapid succession, he fired three more shots, aiming for the hands of the other men holding weapons.

With all of them disarmed, Dev moved in. Rage overwhelmed him, mixed with a touch of fear when Mark dropped. The rifle looked to be low caliber, but he couldn’t be sure in the dark. He wanted to kill them, eliminate them, but he held enough restraint not to do that. Still, he didn’t hold back from kicking their asses. Two combat-trained Marines faced eight cocky rednecks. By the time Dev had taken down four of them, Josh clicked the safety on his pistol, tucked it into the back of his jeans, and advanced on the others. Dev took out one more, and Josh handled the remaining three. As soon as they were down, Dev went to Mark. There was blood on his shoulder, and he was in a lot of pain, but he was alive.

He yelled, “Pops! Call an ambulance and the Sheriff!”

Josh grabbed some rope from the barn and tied up the eight men. Three of them had severe flash burns on their hands from when Josh disarmed them, and another was bleeding badly where one of his fingers used to be.

The noise frightened the kids, and they started crying. Frank was trying to keep them calm. Josh grabbed a dish towel and wrapped it around the man’s hand who lost a finger. He then grabbed a full-sized towel to apply pressure to Mark’s shoulder.

“I know it hurts like a bitch, Mark, but we need to try and stop the bleeding. Hang in there. Your dad called an ambulance.”

Dev’s voice trembled with anger, “You sons of bitches. All of you. This is your fault. We should have killed the lot of you. You’re lucky we didn’t.  What were you thinking?”

Mick spat at him, “This is your fault, faggot.”

Josh asked, “So that’s what you learn in church? Did Pastor Reynolds put you up to this?”

Mick yelled, “He said you two are an abomination in God’s eyes and there’s no place for queers around here.”

Twenty minutes later the ambulance arrived. The driver called another ambulance for the missing finger and the flash burns. He realized there was no way he could safely transport Mark with any of the antagonists.

Josh told Dev, “You go with Mark. Frank needs to stay here with the kids. I’ll come to you when things here settle down.”

The Sheriff arrived while they spoke, and he saw the eight men tied up and gagged, and one of them bleeding. He heard the radio chatter and knew Mark Kincaid was in the first ambulance.

“What the tarnation happened here, Devon? I need statements from everyone.”

Josh volunteered since Dev had to go with Mark. Part of his sniper training involved memorization techniques, and he had the entire scene burned into his memory. His statement was extremely detailed.

After Josh finished giving his statement, Frank asked him to stay with the kids while he spoke with the sheriff. They had grown up together and were good friends, and he wanted to make sure Pastor Reynolds hadn’t already tainted his opinion.

Another deputy arrived with the second ambulance, and the Sheriff went inside the kitchen with Frank, but not before telling the Deputy to cuff the four uninjured men. The group was surly and uncooperative, further illustrating how quickly things escalated.

Frank was as angry as Josh had seen him, but he spoke in a tight, controlled voice, “Virgil, Janie instigated this entire affair.”

He brewed some coffee and told a shortened story of how Josh and Dev survived Vietnam together and how they rely on one another.

“I know most folks around here won’t understand that, but my son and his partner are heroes.”

Josh listened, red-faced at Frank’s recounting, but he added, “Sheriff, one of those men said Pastor Reynolds all but told them to do what they did. If it’s ok with you, I want to go to the hospital to be with Mark and Dev.”

“Ok, son. I’ll get a statement from Mark tomorrow if he’s up to it. You and Dev just be available and stay nearby. I’m going to talk to the Judge before I bring any charges. The boys who did this will be in my holding cell for the next twenty-four hours. That’ll give me and the Judge time to get our ducks in a row.”

Sheriff Baker said, “Josh, I’m sorry about all this. We’ll get to the bottom of it. Any man, especially a Marine, doesn’t deserve what happened here tonight, regardless of his personal circumstances.”

Putting his hat back on he said, “I’ll see you folks tomorrow. Try and have a good rest of your evening.”

Frank seemed tired and haggard, and Josh said again, “I’m sorry about this, Frank.”

“Never you mind. I wish Mark had better taste in women, or none of this would’ve happened.”

Josh knew he wasn’t joking, but he said, “She did give you those beautiful grandkids, though.”

With a wan smile, Frank said, “You’re right about that, son. I am grateful to her for that.”

“You look tired, would you rather me stay?”

“No. I’m sure Devon wants you there with him. I’ll be alright. You know how to get to Luverne. Stay on the highway, and the hospital is about a mile north of the town square. Give my love to Mark and Dev.”

He hugged Josh tightly and said, “That goes for you, too, son.”

Josh’s emotions were still high, but being told he was loved by anyone other than Dev was new to him.

“Thanks, Pops. I love you too.”

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The Sheriff ensured the incident didn’t appear in the local paper. The Judge had to step in, citing the children’s care and safety as the reason, but after the Sheriff explained everything, he didn’t want more hostility directed at the Kincaid farm. Anyway, the town gossips would have a field day, and everyone would find out regardless.

Mark’s wound was serious and required emergency surgery. The bullet had lodged in bone and needed to be taken out. There was significant nerve damage, and he might lose some movement in his arm.

Frank drove into town to speak with Judge Rogers. Sheriff Baker accompanied him. They discussed matters privately for hours. All eight men ended up in jail for varying durations. The Judge issued a restraining order against Janie, requiring her to stay away from Mark and the children for the next six months. Pastor Reynolds couldn’t be directly charged, but the Judge made it clear that he held him responsible.

In the long run, Mark divorced Janie and gained custody of the children. Fathers rarely gained custody over the mother, but Janie’s behavior in court landed her a month in jail for contempt, revealing her true colors to the judge.

<><> 

Dev and Josh lived in the bunkhouse, while Mark moved into the main house. They added a few extra rooms for the kids so they would have their own bedrooms as they got older.

The years rolled by. Dev and Josh did most of the farm work. Mark’s arm limited him somewhat, but he still pulled his weight. Mark went to town for groceries, and Dev and Josh stayed out of sight, and eventually the whole incident faded away. Pastor Reynold’s church failed, and a new church was started. The new pastor is what Pastor Reynolds should have been all along.

The war ended in 1977, ten years after Dev and Josh returned to the States. They still carried Vietnam inside them, occasionally having nightmares, but if they woke to find the other man there, they could go back to sleep.

They maintained their bodies, looking fit and more handsome than ever. They aged well, and neither lost any hair. If anything, the sex between them was better than ever. Their love never dimmed and grew even deeper as the years passed.

The kids were older and had all moved out. None of them wanted to stay on the farm. Most went to college and started their own lives. When the house was empty again, Frank seemed sad and lonely, and he passed away from a sudden heart attack in 1980, which devastated them.

Dev, Josh, and Mark did their best to keep the farm running, but foreign competition in the cotton industry encroached, and larger, more automated farms expanded. Each year, they had to sell more land to cover the property taxes. Eventually, they were forced to sell what was left. Mark insisted they divide the money three ways, considering Josh his brother in every sense.

Mark used the money to buy a small house closer to town, met a nice widow around his age, and remarried. Her name was Sue. The kids had moved far away to other states and rarely visited.

With Mark settled into his new life, Dev and Josh wanted to move away where no one would remember them or think of them as the faggot’s that lived on the old Kincaid farm. Mark was upset but understood.

“It’s not fair, guys. I’m sorry,” he said. He cried and hugged them both when it was time to say goodbye.

Dev and Joshed moved to Atlanta. Atlanta had the second-largest Veterans Administration operation in the country, with a large hospital. Both were in good health, but as they aged, if they needed medical assistance, the VA would take care of them.

Vietnam never abandoned them, but over time it faded more from their conscious memory. They still kept the two small jars of dirt they brought back, and a sniff of them would bring back memories. They often went camping and slept on the ground in a sleeping bag, reminiscing.

They were happy together. Both took part-time jobs even after reaching retirement age, just to stay busy. They volunteered frequently for various causes and kept themselves busy.

They lived through the era of 8-track tapes, cassette tapes, VHS tapes, and the birth of Blockbuster Video. Technology changed the world as the Internet emerged. Josh embraced it and got them an AOL email account so they could stay in touch with Mark and the grandkids and even Mark’s great-grandkids.

They watched the news closely when Desert Storm occurred. Seeing the advancements in warfare made them feel old and outdated. They both started to feel like they no longer fit into the world. They yearned for the simpler days on the farm before voice mail, email, smartphones, and fast food.

Josh worked hard to only cook healthy foods. He laughed, saying he needed to keep Dev’s cock in good working order for both their sakes. Sex was still a big part of their lives. They did slow down, but compared to most men their age, they were sex crazed fanatics. They had workout equipment in their apartment and walked everywhere they could to stay fit.

By 2023, Dev and Josh were both over eighty years old. They witnessed the election of the first Black president. With all the technological advancements, the world was unrecognizable to them. They slowed down but didn’t stop. The neighborhood they lived in declined, but they couldn’t afford to move because of the economy.

One afternoon, Josh walked to the corner store to buy fresh vegetables and some chicken for dinner. Hearing gunfire triggered him, and he suddenly wanted Dev very badly. He walked with a cane and hurried home, noticing the flashing lights of an ambulance parked in front of his building. He hurried over and saw Devon on the stretcher as they were loading him into the ambulance.

A policeman tried to keep him away, but he was frantic, saying, “He’s my partner! Please, I have to get to him!”

Even after gay marriage became legal, Dev and Josh chose not to marry but opted for a civil union instead. They each held a medical power of attorney for the other and regularly updated their wills. Dev kept a small laminated card in his wallet with the license number, which he showed to the policeman, and he was allowed to enter the ambulance.

Dev’s shirt was torn open, and he had a gunshot wound in his chest.

“What happened? How did he get shot?”

While the EMTs worked, one of them said, “There was a gang shooting, and he caught a stray bullet.”

Josh was in a fog, terrified for Devon. Devon was taken into the ER and straight into surgery. Josh sat in the waiting room, crying for both of them. Devon needed to know he was there.

You have to know I’m here.

Three hours later, a doctor came out to talk to him.

“Mr. Brennan? Are you with Devon Kincaid?”

“Yes! How is he?”

“Mr. Brennan, it was a complex surgery. I’m concerned his heart was severely damaged. He’s stable, sleeping now, and being transferred to the ICU. I understand you’re his partner and have legal rights to be with him and make decisions.”

His voice shaking, he said, “Yes.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Brennan, but his heart is giving out. He’s on a ventilator to assist his heart, but when we take him off, it will be a matter of hours or a day at most and he’ll be gone. I’m sorry. We did our best, but the damage was too severe.”

Through his  tears, Josh stammered, “When can I see him?”

“This would be a good time if you need to go home and contact anyone, or gather anything you might need. He’s heavily sedated, so he won’t be lucid or aware for a few hours at least. There’s a chance he might not wake at all.”

Josh seemed so lost that the doctor was concerned, but before he could say anything, he was called away over the intercom for another emergency.

<><> 

Josh had his phone and called an Uber. Devon was at St. Joseph’s, and it was a twenty-minute drive to their apartment. He asked the Uber driver to wait while he grabbed his jacket and phone charger.

As he returned to the car, Josh saw his grocery bag on the curb. Someone had taken the chicken but left the vegetables. He didn’t understand why that upset him so much, but it made him tear up again.

<><> 

Devon drifted in and out of a coma while Josh held his hand. He occasionally regained awareness and sensed Josh’s presence. Only semi-lucid, he didn’t make sense at first until Josh realized he was back in Vietnam, reliving their shared memories.

    Reliving their life together.

    Josh found comfort in knowing that, at least in Dev’s memories, they were together, young, and healthy. Still, it didn’t relieve his own loneliness. Whenever Dev spoke, Josh was there. He hung on every word. They were the last words he would ever hear Devon speak.

    After a few hours, Dev took his last breath. Josh thought he was ready, but he wasn’t. Something about Dev felt different. He was gone, and somehow Josh sensed it. The stillness of his face, his handsome face, was absolute. The surgeon was present and marked the time of death.

Breaking down, Josh lay across Devon’s chest, sobbing. The nurses came to check on him, and after an hour, one of them gently said, “Mr. Brennan, I’m sorry, but we have to take him now. Can I call anyone for you? Are you here alone?”

Josh knew he should call Mark, but he still couldn’t speak. He stumbled out of the room, unsure of what to do. He and Dev hadn’t been apart in sixty years. It was the first time in all those years he didn’t have Dev to hold onto. Dev could no longer hold him either.

He didn’t remember how he got home, but he woke up in his recliner. They had bought matching recliners to watch TV together. He expected to see Dev beside him, but he wasn’t there and remembered he was gone.

<><> 

Devon found himself in the jungle, weighed down by his gear. His M40 was across his back, and his Ghillie suit was rolled up and stowed in his pack. His canteen was full. The heat and humidity of the jungle wrapped around him. It felt and smelled like home, but something was missing.

Where’s Josh?

He didn’t panic and remembered that Josh was going to meet him. This was their final mission, and Josh had one last thing to do.

<><> 

Josh woke up the next morning. He had fallen asleep crying, and he needed to pee. The apartment was quiet and empty, and he wanted Dev. Pulling himself together, he called Mark, who was devastated. Mark said he would let everyone else in the family know.

“I’m so sorry, Josh. Why don’t you come and stay with me? You shouldn’t be alone.”

“I need to be here for a few days to make all the arrangements. Dev wanted to be cremated. I want to keep his ashes, but when I go, I’ll leave instructions to have us both sent to you. Will you figure out a way to get them back to Vietnam?  I want our ashes scattered in the jungle. We’ll finally be back where we belong.”

Mark promised and said he would figure it out. Josh surprised himself when he stopped crying. He felt calm, and made all the arrangements he and Dev had agreed to. He wasn’t hungry but knew he should eat something. He started a pot of coffee and went back to his recliner to turn on the TV.

Mindlessly, he watched Wheel of Fortune. He and Dev always watched Pat and Vanna, and competed to solve the puzzles. The thought brought a smile to his face, and he fell asleep.

He never woke up. His desire to be in the world ended with Dev’s passing, and his grief was overpowering. He had settled their affairs, fulfilled his obligations, and it was time to go with Devon.

<><> 

Josh woke up to Dev sitting beside him.

“About time you showed, Okie. Get up, we have to go. This is our last mission.”

“Where are we going?”

“Home, buddy. It’s time to go Home.”

Dev held out his hand and pulled Josh to his feet, and together they entered Heaven.

The End

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Author’s Note

Broken-heart syndrome (takotsubo cardiomyopathy) Broken-heart syndrome, also known as stress cardiomyopathy or takotsubo syndrome, can occur when a person experiences severe emotional or physical stress, such as the grief of losing a loved one. It’s not common, but it is a real condition, so if you were wondering about Josh’s passing, this was the cause.

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It’s possible that some men can handle fame and keep their head on their shoulders. My dad wasn’t one of those men. NFL hall of fame material, Stan McCullough was one of the league’s star quarterbacks until his retirement at 37. Movie-star handsome, he also had that “nice guy” image that led to a bajillion endorsement deals and paved the way for his transition to being a TV sports commentator.

Deep down, Dad was a good man, but the reality was miles from the nice guy persona he projected. A major philanderer, he cheated on Mom a lot, sometimes she knew, sometimes she didn’t. That made me mad and resentful, and the ultimate divorce didn’t help. All of a sudden, I was living with Mom and seeing Dad like four times a year.

Especially because it became clear I wasn’t going to be an elite athlete. God knows I tried. I lifted nonstop from the age of 14, went to camps, passed out from the heat in summer practices and brushed myself off when I came to. But I didn’t have the arm and deep down I didn’t have the drive. Dad never said a thing to show disappointment, but he stopped investing the extra time with me.

Somehow, I couldn’t hate him. Dad was a guy who was hard to hate. Crazy charisma. And he was my idea of Man. Athletic, super muscular 6’5″ body that he kept in tip top shape even deep into his 40s. Confident and supremely able. When he sensed I was pissed off, he’d flash that killer smile of his and wink. 

He knew. Knew it was tough growing up as Stan McCullough’s kid. Sure, it was cool being rich, and I was popular at school and even at college. But no one saw me as Matt McCullough, just Stan’s son. Even when I started dating guys, they were into me because of Dad, or because they saw Dad’s sexual charisma reflected in me.

I tried to ride it. I had inherited a lot of Dad’s looks, and I had a great body from playing football. While I didn’t know how hung my father was, I had a big cock that probably got passed down from him, too. But I never inherited his confidence. 

“You getting your dick wet?” he asked crudely when I was still a high school jock. After the divorce, Dad tried treating me more as a buddy than a son.

“Come on, Dad,” I objected.

“You’re a McCullough,” he said with a conspiratorial grin. “Bet you fuckin’ are.” The cursing was freer now, too.

****

I tried not to become my Dad.

I only had sex with guys I wanted to date seriously. There was a frat guy who was just my speed. Kevin, hunky and one year older than me. Muscular but not as muscular as me. Total bro when we hung out in public but a hungry bottom behind closed doors. He had major guilt about that, but I let him see my sensitive side, and that helped. I got into being his emotional support and doting on him. Almost love bombing. Dude loved it, and I loved doing it. 

It worked until Kevin kept wanting to meet my father. Wouldn’t take the hint that this was a sore spot for me, and wouldn’t stop asking questions what it was like growing up as the son of a famous NFLer. I dumped Kevin the day before winter break. 

And that evening I went on the apps and found an older man. Dad’s age. Not Stan McCullough hot, but pretty close. An actual state trooper with a secret life. I only found out after chatting with him for an hour. Just as he found I was cherry and interested in losing my virginity.

I was shaking the whole drive over to this place. When I saw him open the door, my nerves went away, partly. This dude was smoking hot. Shorter than me but bigger, aged very nicely with salt and pepper stubble to match the buzz cut hair. He was masculine and gruff and yet smooth in a way he led me in and put me at ease. 

“You’re crazy hot, you know?” he asked.

“Thanks. You, too,” I replied.

We kissed. Trooper was a better kisser than Kevin by far. Experienced and sensual. He guided me to the couch and we made out. I was surprised he didn’t just ravish me, but he said he liked to take his time. We slowly stripped down. I had the bigger dick, but Trooper was nicely thick. Probably the right size to break me in, and I told him as much. 

“You’re an eager pup, huh?”

I blushed. “I told myself I don’t bottom. But, yeah, I admit I’ve been thinking about it. A lot.”

He took his time. We went to his bed and gave me my first rim job. Then he lubed and worked up to three fingers inside me. “You got this, buddy,” he urged when he finally pressed his thick raw meat past my tight ring. 

It stung, but I needed to experience this. I needed to have every shitty emotion fucked out of me. I looked up into Trooper’s handsome face, the aging lines clearer in the low lamp light. Looking every bit the 49 years listed on his profile. Masculine as fuck. Long dicking me now. And a sexy grin on that gruff face.

“You like it, buddy,” he said.

Damn, he was right. I was rock hard and my insides were singing. 

“God yes,” I said. Embarrassed but turned on. Trooper drizzled some lube on my prick and then resumed my first shafting. I could tell by his thrusts and the look on his face that he was close to coming. I gripped my dick and stroked off to get there with him. I did. It was glorious, my first prostate-powered orgasm. I gave it up and clung to him. 

We did it again that night and once more the next morning. 

By the time I flew down to my Mom’s place for the holidays, I felt strangely proud and relieved, even if I knew I wouldn’t hear from Trooper again unless it was a booty call.

****

Dad sure wasn’t letting moss grow after the divorce. Each time I visited there was a new lady friend. Sorority girl type or just out of college. Pretty, blond, nice tits. I’d say Dad has a type, but it’s probably every ex-pro-jock’s type. 

Then by the time I visited summer after junior year, there was a new “buddy” instead. College athlete. A blond, good looking young man named Jason, who seemed super chummy with Dad in a way that suggested something going on between them. I didn’t want to believe it at first, since Dad was purely a ladykiller. But one night the new buddy stayed over, and I heard unmistakable sounds of sex from the bedroom down the hall. 

Dad was chipper as fuck the rest of the stay. He did acknowledge the elephant in the room. “I figure you don’t mind your old man having fun,” he said when it was just us in his home gym. Jesus, for a middle aged man he was immature.
 
 
“Course not, Dad,” I said. “You know I’m gay, right?”

He shook his head in surprise. “You lie about those girls?”

I’d embellished a lot of my dating life to impress date. “Yeah, Dad, I lied about them.”

There was an amused look on his face, and I wished to god I didn’t find him so attractive. “You should man up, Matty.” Only Dad called me Matty.

It was said with a smile and a wink, but it still rubbed me the wrong way. “I guess I spend too much energy trying to impress people I shouldn’t.”

He grimaced. “That’s a dig at me, I take it.”

I sighed. Even through the divorce and my teenage years, I never spoke up against my father. I didn’t have the heart to, now. “It was, Dad. Sorry.”

He clapped my shoulder and walked past. “I guess I deserve it, kiddo. You finish up here, OK, I’ll rustle up some lunch.” Dad was upset. I’d never seen him quiet like this. I felt glad at first, like I’d gotten back at him, then I felt ashamed. My workout was lousy, but I didn’t want to wrap up early.

Dad was great the rest of my stay though. Jason didn’t come over the next night, and my father was attentive hanging out. Opening, asking about my coming out, if I had a boyfriend and all that. I told him about Kevin the Frat Guy. 

He talked about his bisexuality, too. “Just seems to work better sometimes. Dudes are just easier,” he explained. “A new one in every city, it seems.” Dad was on the road a lot during the season. “But I guess I don’t need to tell a dude like you,” he smirked.

I hinted, more than hinted, that I really played the field. I don’t know why I lied about that. I guess I was still trying to impress him. 

****

The next time I came to visit, there was no Jason. Derek wasn’t as cute, but he had muscle and a super deep voice. 

“Dude’s big right?” Dad asked in a whisper as we went to one of the sceney frat-party bars along the beach. “Turns out he’s been crushed out on me since like forever.” Good thing I was driving cause Dad was way tipsy from the day drinking we’d all been doing. He misread my expression for buddy bonding. “Like shooting fish in a barrel, I tell ya.”

Jesus, Dad was a schmuck. But I guess Derek was getting the whole Stan McCullough fantasy, so it was a win-win. 

Later that night, I passed out from the long travel day and woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty as hell. As I made my way to the kitchen I heard their voices. 

“Oh fuck, Stan!” The voice was coming from the back patio.

Then my dad’s laugh. “Quiet, buddy… you’ll wake Matt up.”

“Shhh!” Derek laughed back. They were drunk, still. 

I knew I shouldn’t look out back. Of course I did. The lights by the hot tub were low, but Dad was completely naked. I knew my old man was crazy hot, but seeing him bared and erect was just so viscerally hot. Indeed, I inherited the McCullough cock, which stood straight up from his crotch. Throbbing as Derek leaned in and began sucking him. 

I watched that muscle jock make love to my father’s dick. Struggling with the girth and length but doing a respectable job on it. Gradually working Dad up into a deep cum. Watching Dad in orgasm was one of the most beautiful things in the world. He was no longer laying on the charm or doing his nice guy schtick. He was a very sexual man in pure need and pleasure. 

I stepped away and walked back to my room. It took two tugs for me to release my load onto my belly. “Fuck!” I hissed after.

****

I played cool. But I decided to enjoy my attraction to Dad. If he could be buddy buddy with me, I could bond with him in this messed up way.

“So, Matty, we gotta get you laid,” he said as we wrapped up a workout. “What your type?”

I tried not to be shocked. Because deep down I wasn’t. This was Dad being Dad. “Good body, cute, can carry on a conversation,” I replied. 

“Conversations are overrated,” he deadpanned. 

“Maybe.”

“You’re not dating anyone are you?” he asked, suspicious I was holding back from him.

“Nah, Dad. I did see a guy some last semester, but he graduated… I guess it had run its course.”

“Tough shakes.” He was genuinely sympathetic.

“Yeah,” I said. 

“That what you really want, son? A serious relationship?”

“Yeah, Dad, I do.”

He gave me a nod and patted my shoulder. “You’re a good looking young man. You’ll have those dudes at your feet. You know that right?”

I actually blushed. 

****

That night Derek came over. His T-shirt was even smaller than before and made his muscle look huge. “Hey bro,” he said as I answered the door. “Your dad home?”

“Um, yeah,” I said. I had expected this. “He’s back in his room.”

Derek gave me a forced smile and walked past. 

I’d been watching a movie with the sound low, and now I couldn’t fucking concentrate. My dick was getting hard. Again, the telltale noises of fucking came from down the hall. 

It was about fifteen minutes total when Derek stepped out. He was wearing his shorts but no T-shirt. That muscle was off the charts. Dad was probably bigger built, but the 5’9″ body made Derek look like a fireplug. Completely waxed smooth. 

“Hey bro… your dad says you can use some cheering up.”

What the fuck?! 

“Yeah?” I asked, dumbly.

He shrugged. “Break ups suck, dude. You should have fun.”

My dick was already chubbed, but the naughtiness of this situation was eating away at my better judgment. I put aside my now closed laptop and spread my legs. 

And like that Muscle Derek walked over and got down between them. 

I lacked Dad’s sexual confidence, but I was going to reap its benefits. Derek gave good head. Better than I’d ever had actually. Not too fast, just working me up. I ran my fingers through his hair. I wondered if he was a better cocksucker than Jason.

He spit me out. 

I watched as he slid his shorts down and kick them off. His dick was hard but that wasn’t the focus. Instead he straddled my lap and reached back to my big dong and guided me into place. 

“FUCK!” I gasped, way too loud. 

Derek grinned. “Dude, you’re so hard. Stan said you needed to get laid.” Already he was riding me up and down.

This was crazy town, but the wildest part was I could feel Dad’s cum on my cock. That very realization had me cumming. I pulled Derek into a kiss. I didn’t even know if he was the kissing type, but he didn’t resist. Nor did he object when I urged him to switch positions on the couch for round two. 

I was more in control of this fuck. I channeled Dad. Or at least the Dad I imagined. Sexual. Powerful. All Man.

I fucked a load out of Muscle Derek and dumped a second in his hot guts. I pulled out slowly with a grin.

“Thanks, bro… I definitely feel a lot better.” I said.

Derek gave a knowing smirk as I got up and picked up my shorts to make my way back to my room, while he did the same, returning back to Dad’s.

****

The next morning Derek was gone. And as we had breakfast, Dad gave a knowing smile. 

“Told ya, right?”

I gave a silent shrug. It was awkward as hell, but I was basking in the universe force that was Stan McCullough. 

“You’re stubborn like your daddy,” he laughed. “Never can admit when you aren’t right.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

****

I became a manwhore. Freshly graduated from college, I moved to San Francisco and had lots of meaningless sex. Lining up a blow job after work. Fucking on the weekend. I’d bottom about once a month, but I was enjoying playing the hunky jock top in the big city. And guys enjoyed me playing that role, too.

I had a job, a decent one in marketing. I realized it was hard to have the drive when I had McCullough money waiting for me, but the smart part of me realized not to count on anything in life until it was in hand. 

I still thought about that State Trooper who took my cherry and tried to find men who had that mojo. Some were close but fell short. Others weren’t even near.

And, yeah, I was still thinking way too much about my father. 

****

My mom got remarried. My stepdad was great. A doctor, uptight socially, but a real compassionate guy. The opposite of Dad. It was a low-key wedding, a second for both of them.

That same Fall, Dad’s 50th birthday came. It was a big celebration. No jock dudes in tow, just his old friends from the league and his buddies from the Florida city he lived in. There was a new sorority girl in the crowd. She was classy enough to be discreet, but I knew Dad was balling her. 

It was fun seeing all of Dad’s old teammates. They remembered me when I was young, and enjoyed seeing me all grown up. That was the part of the NFL life I liked. The good memories. 

It was all at a luxury hotel, and I was glad I had my own room. I let loose and had a lot of fun. It was great to see Dad have fun, too. 

Things happen when you least expect it because one of Dad’s old NFL buddies started hitting on me. Darius, a strapping, ex-linebacker. He’s slimmed down since his playing years but was still big all over, muscle and girth. Dark chocolate skin and a killer smile. 

We chatted and the eye contact made me think something else was going on. Indeed, Darius began hitting on me, complementing my looks asking if I had a girlfriend, that sort of thing.

“No girlfriend,” I said. “Not my thing.”

He leaned. “Maybe you can show me what your thing is?”

I looked out onto the dance floor. The crowd was winding down. Dad was off in the corner taking and flirting with the sorority chick. Ladykiller McCullough was back. Meanwhile, I felt this 40-something ex-NFL’s strong hand on my back.

“Yeah,” I nodded with a grin. 

This was easy. Darius was the last man I expected to fool around with dudes, but you never know. Up in his room he was a surprisingly smooth lover, soft caressed and deep kisses as we stripped down and made out on the hotel bed. 

“I want inside your fine ass, stud,” he said, finally looking at me with expectation.

He wasn’t bigger hung than me, but he was bigger than any I’d taken. I was nervous but told him if he went easy, he could fuck me.

Dude was a master asseaster and even better prepping me. By the time he penetrated me I was ready for him, girth and all. 

It was incredible. Years after the State Trooper THIS was what I had been seeking out. The combination of soft sensual lovemaking with 250-plus pounds of ex-linebacker beef on top of me was a mindblowing combination. Particularly as his lovemaking became less sensual, more urgent. 

Darius fucked the cum out of me hands free. I clung to him as he got his own nut with a deep, heavy growl.

Afterwards, he lay in bed naked and soft-cocked and watched me get dressed again. My room was two floors down so it wasn’t like it was a true walk of shame. But it felt like it.

“Stan McCullough’s boy… well, fuck me.”

Goddamnit, I was always gonna be Dad’s kid.

****

I spent next Christmas at Dad’s. Two guys were shacking up with him now, or at least over there like they lived there. Brad and Marshall. Florida had a seemingly unlimited supply of fratty jock and ex-jock types. These guys were maybe a year younger than me. 

Dad acted like it was all normal. I did too. I still looked up to him as the ultimate Man, but he also acted like a kid who’d never been told he can’t get everything he wants. The first night was me going out to dinner with him, just us, bonding and catching up. Him working his charm on me, like I was one of those frat dudes. I resented how well it worked. 

Particularly because the man was just as fine in his 50s as in his 40s. Salt and pepper really coming in, ex-QB muscle still hard and tanned, dressing too young for his age. Everyone in town seemed to know him, and he played to that.

When we got back to his place, Brad and Marshall were playing videogames, but Dad announced he was calling it an evening. “See you tomorrow, Matty?”

“Yeah,” I said, giving him a good night hug. 

And like obedient puppies, the fratty dudes turned off the game and followed Dad to his bedroom, shutting the door behind them.

Fuck.

I was moody as fuck the next day.

Dad knew why. He didn’t say anything, but he made a point of doing stuff together that day. Beach in December wasn’t as warm as I expected but it was a treat. 

“You’re looking good these days, Son,” he said. “What’s your routine?”

We talked fitness. Dad gave me pointers. “I have a strength coach who can work out with you while you’re here.”

“I’m not an elite athlete, Dad,” I laughed. 

He grinned. “It’s about getting tail, Son. You got a great bod, for real… you could be calling the shots.”

I chubbed in my shorts. I was under Dad’s spell. Stan McCullough’s kid. “If you think so,” I said with a smile.

“I know so.”

****

The afternoon beer helped my mood. We ate dinner back at his place, all four of us, me, Dad, Brad and Marshall. Talking about the football season and Dad’s trip the next day to cover one of the games. Guy talk. 

“My flight’s not too early and it’s a nice night, fellas, what do you say we crank up the hot tub?”

“I’ll get it started, Mr. M,” Brad said as he got up from the table. Marshall worked to clear the dishes. 

“Wanna get changed, Son?” Dad asked.

We met in the back patio in about fifteen minutes. Dad looked amazing in his swim trunks, and I had to admit Brad and Marshall has great bods. Ripped and jocky. Dad had good taste. 

We settled in and drank margaritas out of plastic cups. And when we were done, Brad went to fetch another round. 

Brad had barely slipped back into the bubbling water when I saw Dad reach underneath. Kicking his legs, he held up the wet trunks and tossed them aside on the deck. “That’s better,” he said.

Brad and Marshall followed suit eagerly. 

“If you want, son,” he said to me. Eye contact heavy. I hadn’t felt this naughty since Darius Cook powerfucked me in that hotel room. I gulped and slid off my swimsuit. I was rock hard beneath the water. I didn’t dare look to see how these guys were. 

We talked more, small talk. Until it became quiet. Dad looked at Brad. “Come here,” he whispered. 

Brad crossed over and began kissing Dad. Marshall was coming to Dad’s right flank.

I watched, so turned on. A little freaked out, but mostly feeling a sexual excitement I’d never felt before. 

Dad hoisted himself on the ledge and I saw that big McCullough cock, sticking erect and ready for service. Marshall took first duty sucking him while Brad kissed Dad’s hairy nuts. 

My father’s eyes were on me. “You want your dick sucked, Son?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I gulped. But Dad could read the nervousness in my eyes and hear it in my voice.

“Or…?” He didn’t finish. He didn’t have to.

I moved forward. Brad grinned when he saw my head approach. “Fuck yeah, dude,” he hissed. He nudged Marshall off, who had an equally goofy grin.

Time stopped as I leaned in. Dad’s dick was heavier than I expected. I licked the head and could taste his precum. Salty. Then I took him into my mouth. 

I felt hands on me. I felt lips against my neck, and Dad’s hand on my head while I blew him. I was sucking a true Man. The most powerful sexual presence I’d ever encountered. It encouraged me to relax my gag reflex and swallow more of that big dad dick.

“Fuck, Son!” I heard. Dad was cumming, surprised at the quickness of his orgasm.

I swallowed. His load was a lot. When I pulled off, Brad was there to suck on the dribbles while Marshall kissed me. 

I almost came then and there myself. 

Dad got out of the water, and I worried I’d fucked it all up. But Brad and Marshall had their easygoing goofy grins and now were making out with one another. I was about to go to the guest room, but I was too horny. I still needed to get off. 

I jerked as I scooted up to them. They opened up their embrace to let me in. Lips attacking my neck again. “Bro that was so hot watching you suck your Dad,” Brad said.

I gave it up. Cumming hard as they worked to follow suit. 

I was truly embarrassed now that I’d cum. I muttered a thanks and scrambled to get out and dry off. I stopped to piss and brush my teeth then made a bee line to the guest room.

I was hyperventilating in bed, until a calm came over me. And before long, I fell asleep.

****

I roused early. Within ten minutes I heard a knock. Dad peeked in. 

“You up?” he asked. 

“Yeah,” I said. 

He stepped in. Butt naked, though my view was mostly of his hardon. Dad has some very firm morning wood. It took me a second to see that he had a big bottle of lube in his hand. “I have to be at the airport in three hours, but I figured we had some time….”

“Yeah,” I said, pulling up the sheets. 

Dad grinned and slid in. 

“You really have turned into a handsome fucker, you know,” he said, drawing me into a kiss. It was times like this I realized just how in shape Dad kept. 

I grunted and held him. Needier than I wanted to be, but Dad had my back. He rolled me over and got on top of him. I wasn’t a virgin and Dad didn’t treat me like one. After kissing for a minute, he got the lube and slicked up my hole and his big dick. And put my legs on his shoulders.

“Yes,” I hissed. Dad’s a big man and the penetration was intense.

“So fuckin handsome,” Dad grunted, pushing deeper.

We went back and forth. First it was all about Dad, and he set the pace. Then he focused on slower strokes that would work for me. Then it became about him again. 

He orgasmed first, but my own followed. I was accepting my own father’s seed inside me. It was all magical. 

He seemed quiet as he lay next to me. “You’re my son and I love you, Matt. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, Dad.” I said. “I love you too.”

He gave me a small smile. “I hope you find a good man in your life. Someone better than I was to your mother.”

“I hope so too, Dad.” I wasn’t trying to cut him down or get back at him. Just being honest. “But in the meantime that was the hottest fuckin sex of my life.”

He laughed. “You’re a McCullough, all right.” He patted my thigh. “I gotta get showered up and ready… you gonna watch the game tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

He slid out of bed. “I’ll be back Monday morning. Make yourself at home. Oh, and Derek keeps asking about you. Seems you made a big impression.” Back was the conspiratorial tone. Either Dad wanted me to be a top, or thought I had issues about bottoming for him.

It took me a minute to place who he meant. “You mean Muscles?”

Dad grinned. “The very one. He bartends at the Brick Tavern if you wanna hit him up.”

“Maybe I will,” I said. At that moment I wasn’t looking for my next lay. 

I got dressed and found coffee made for me in the kitchen. Brad and Marshall had gone, I could tell. It was just me at Dad’s place for a couple of days. He looked amazing in his business casual when he stepped into the kitchen, garment bag on his shoulder.

“Ok, Matty…” he said.

We hugged and he gave me some soft-tongue kiss for goodbye. And a final wink before he was out the door.

Sometimes it was OK being Stan McCullough’s kid.

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Now I’m a faggot with a happy bum.
It’s drilled and filled each day and night by my special one.

He’s my master dom and I’m his sub.
We are together bound in homo love.

Though we are also verse when the time cums.
Then I’m the top and he receives, such fun!

Then, for a time, I’m master, he is sub.
He’s taught me how to be both sides in love.

He’s training me to be completely gay
And to belong to him in every way!

Though we sometimes switch, he is, finally, The Dom.
He is my master, I his thrall, in our loving bond!

He steers me to the dance-floor, hand on small of back.
It’s clear to others in the club, he tops me in the sack.

Gradually, he’s leading me toward becoming ‘out.’
Steadily and firmly, he removes all fear and doubt.

I remember our first date night, dinner and a movie
With others surely wondering ‘to him what might you be?’

It’s so thrilling step by step, daring to reveal
Just a little more each time our loving gay real deal.

Till finally we’ll be together, one forever more,
officially as a couple, so the whole world knows the score.

Then he’ll know that he has won, his conquest is complete.
But, though my resistance crumbles, I triumph in defeat.

Though I am now chained and collared, slave to his command,
I am set free to serve my master, ruled by his loving hand.

And so my happy bum – filled with cock and cum — belongs to him.
He’s proven that my ass is gay; my gayness much more than a whim.

Now I stand on that other shore and watch my bridges burn
But I must be there with him for whom my heart (and ass) yearns.

He has groomed me well
to be under his spell.

I embrace this new lifestyle
With a sweet gay loving smile!

And he is oh so happy too
That I am his, forever more, to screw!

My ass is gay thanks to his loving ways.
My ass is also his in love that stays.

I surrender to him humbly in defeat
And yet I win in sweet gay love complete!

Did you know that the gay district of Los Angeles is technically its own city? I couldn’t believe the size of LA when I first arrived. I swear there hadn’t been a single other gay person in my own hometown, and so I’d decided to relocate somewhere where I could finally meet someone. I wouldn’t describe myself as a hopeless romantic, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited about the idea of finally dating, and maybe falling in love along the way.

Before I found someone to settle down with, though, I wanted to get a little experience. I’d never hooked up with anyone before, and I wanted to be sure I knew my way around a body that wasn’t my own. So, like every other gay man in the city: I signed up for the apps. I kept my bio pretty vague, but I used a cute pic that my best friend from back home had taken of me on a beach trip. It was only a couple of hours before I matched with someone: he was older than me, maybe in his late 30s. Handsome, and built – you could tell from his shirtless profile pic that he was proud of the way he’d developed his body. After a single “hey” message, he asked if I was able to come over tonight. I was a little taken aback by the brevity, but I accepted – I knew that quick meetups were a part of the app culture.

I arrived at his building, and he buzzed me up to his floor. He opened his door for me, only wearing a pair of basketball shorts and a tasteful chain around his neck. I greeted him with a smile, though I think he turned and walked back into his apartment too quickly to even notice. I took this as an invitation and followed him in, kicking my shoes off at the entrance as his front door closed behind us.

I followed him down a short hallway into his living room. I glanced around at his setup: a black leather couch, set up in front of a large television, where a video game had been left on the pause screen. Next to the couch, almost haphazardly placed, was a more unusual piece of furniture: a stout four-legged stool, standing barely a foot high, but with the seat replaced with a toilet seat. Without looking at me, my host pointed down at the carpet.

“Lay down.”

I hesitated – I still had some questions about the furniture – but, before I could ask any follow-up questions, I watched him put his gaming headset back on, blocking out anything I might have to say. With seemingly few options left, I did as I was told, and laid down on his floor. Still not looking at me, the man grabbed the toilet seat chair from the other side of the room and placed it over me, the four legs surrounding my head. Through the hole in the seat, I saw him remove his shorts, pick his game controller back up, and walk towards me. My view of my surroundings was suddenly cut off, as my sight darkened. My “date” had sat down on the toilet seat, which had spread his cheeks apart and clumsily pressed his wrinkled hole against the tip of my nose. Everything had transpired so quickly, and I felt a bit foolish – this is not what I had been expecting from tonight. I lay motionless for a moment, processing how I’d ended up here. What had I been expecting from tonight? Roses and flowers? A beautiful romance story? Surely, I’d known better than that. But…I’d just thought that maybe I’d get to kiss a man for the first time tonight. Maybe I’d get to experience at least some element of young love, even if just for a moment.

I shuffled slightly, angling my head back a bit to get my nose out of this stranger’s asshole. But the weight of his body pressed him down into me, and instead of my nose, my lips now brushed against him. In the midst of my embarrassment and panic, I felt my body flush. My cock began to thicken.

You know, perhaps I will kiss a man tonight after all, I decided. 

I paused, then pressed my lips against the opening waiting above me. His hole twitched in response, tightening slightly. I kissed him again, and then again. His hole flexed in and out, almost kissing back. I opened my mouth a bit and gently sucked on him, which elicited a quiet moan out of the man above me. Encouraged, I continued kissing and sucking, pressing my face harder into him.

“Lick.”

The silence in the room was abruptly interrupted by new instructions. He had sagged so close to my face that I barely had to push my tongue out of my mouth before it made contact. To my surprise, his hole didn’t taste like much. I ran my tongue around the outer edges of his wrinkled ring for a while, before flicking it back and forth over his opening. Any outside experiences I’d had beyond being smothered by this man’s ass were beginning to fade away: my cock was firm in my pants, and all I could focus on was the idea of devouring this hole further. I tried to hold my tongue as firm as my cock was as I wriggled it deeper. I kept plunging my tongue in and out, encouraging the man above me to relax into my mouth as I explored him further. Eventually, I pushed my tongue so deep that I encountered a new taste. It didn’t taste distinctly bad, but I knew what had happened: I had just reached further than this man’s toilet paper had. And, despite my better judgement, I did not stop. All I knew was that I wanted more. As I heard more moans from above me, I rubbed myself over my pants and continued plunging my tongue inside of him until the unusual taste faded away.

As my dick flexed against the restraints of my clothing, I wondered if my host would find it inappropriate for me to pleasure myself while laying here on his floor. But, before I could finish the thought, light suddenly flooded my vision – the man had stood, and was now standing above me, looking down at me through the toilet seat, furiously stroking his own cock. As I recognized his own masturbation and began fumbling at my own pants, I felt a wet warmth spray across my face. I blinked and squinted until his cum was safely out of my eyes, and looked back up at him. He slowly bent down over me, reaching through the seat toward me. I offered myself to his hand, expecting a post-coital caress. Instead, I was met by only a few fingers, which pushed his remaining drops across my face and neck into my open mouth. I swallowed instinctively, and sucked on the tips of the fingers that had fed me. The man stood up once more, and turned away to retrieve his shorts.

“You can show yourself out.”

Confused, I continued laying there for a moment. Were…were we already done? I clumsily pushed myself out from under the seat, and sat up to look at the man. He was seated on the couch, headphones still on, back to playing his game. Any acknowledgement of my existence had ended.

I got up, retrieved my shoes, and left as quickly as I could. I felt deeply humiliated – I took the stairs down to the street, as I couldn’t bear to even wait for the elevator. I had come here expecting my first intimate experience, and instead all I did was lick the shithole of a stranger clean before gulping down his sperm. He had barely spoken two full sentences to me the entire time. I was so embarrassed to have expected more from this experience, and I was ashamed to be experiencing shame.

But: I was still hard.

And I still wanted more.