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Chapter 2 – SUBMITTING TO ROGER.

With his dick inside me, I really began to ponder about myself. Could I have some gay tendencies? I still thought I was a heterosexual man but it was true I had enjoyed my master’s dick in my mouth and even though the pain was too much, I could be now enjoying having a dick up my butt. In fact, whatever my sexual orientation was, I thought I should stop thinking for I knew well I would have more boys fucking me and this thought was surprising for me, even if it was in return for no excrements, although I knew well I was a toilet, and not only a ladies’ toilet; after that day it would be the same for me to be also a boy’s toilet. I had excrements filling my whole body; now I also had cum, piss and shit in my mouth and more would come later. Why not have also something dirty in my ass, his cum? My crack had never been dirty before except for my own shit of course. Now I would have something in my ass that was not mine and I was determined to give Roger the pleasure of bathing my ass in semen. So I was thinking all this as I was feeling a great pain in my ass, but now I focused on what I was doing or rather what I was being done.

The pain was excruciating and I could not be more humiliated, four hot naked girls there but instead of having sex with them I was being fucked by a boy before them. But I was enjoying the humiliation, even the pain now and suddenly I told Roger.

-Would you also like to beat me a while, Sir? You can also do that.

-I’ve never found any pleasure in beating, so I will not. But you are really being brave. I would like to do one other thing, though.

-What is it, Sir?

-I would like to kiss my hot neighbour’s mouth.

Why not? I was having complete gay sex that day. I had sucked his cock, eaten his cum and enjoyed; I had a dick up my ass now. So what would be the importance of a kiss from a boy now? So I told him please, Sir, I would really like to kiss you.

He approached my lips now with exquisite tenderness and I was aware then how moved he was that a supposedly heterosexual man he really lusted for was allowing him all that. I felt his sweetness when he was probing with his tongue and I reciprocated him and we did have a long passionate kiss. As if it were a magic balm, the pain in my ass stopped then and I started to really enjoy being fucked.

-Kiss me some more, Sir, please. I really like it. And I really like being fucked now. Your dick is making me really happy.

-Do you like it enough to repeat?

I didn’t give a damn what I said now, even before the girls, and I had always been sincere.

-I like it so much, Sir, that I would like to repeat, even if you feed me nothing. I hope you give me a lot of filthy things later, Sir, but I would also like you to fuck me more often, even if you give me nothing. I just wonder what all these girls can be thinking about me now.

-I think I am speaking on behalf of all of us –Valerie then told me- when I will add that we are really surprised at your reactions, Fred. But what we are feeling is admiration for you, believe me. You are hot, my friend. Keep on enjoying Roger. I just need to masturbate watching you.

All the four girls started to let their fingers in their cunts then, really aroused and Roger then told me he could not hold it any longer and he was going to cum inside me. Hearing him, I blasted my load first, again without touching my cock and he finally bathed my ass with his cum. I noticed the four girls moaning and even one of them, Debra, squirted then.

Even with his cock still dripping cum, he asked me not to move and said: “now all the things I have promised to this beautiful human toilet”. And just then he approached his left foot to my nose and asked me previously to sniff it. I couldn’t believe it. I hadn’t stopped cumming with that man and I went hard again. I really appreciated his man scent now and was wondering whether I would also enjoy the taste. Just then he lowered his foot to my mouth and asked me to lick it. I soon started to massage that beautiful and scented part of his body and the taste did not make me cum now but I went even harder. My dick just wanted to explode at that other taste of an unwashed man’s skin. So I licked and licked affectionately and he taught me how to give him a perfect footjob and asked me to suck each of his toes. Once the task was completed he told me.

-Now the other foot too, slave. You seem to be enjoying.

-I am really, enjoying, Sir. I think all the tastes of a boy are wonderful.

He approached me then his right foot, first to my nose, for he was sure by now I would enjoy the smell and later to my mouth where I started again giving his right foot the same treatment I had first given to his left foot. I would really appreciate more excrements coming from him later but meanwhile I was relishing in the sour taste of that important part of a man’s body. He saw my brilliant face enjoying the taste and asked me.

-Would you do this more often, Fred?

-You can go on calling me slave, Sir. I would certainly like to lick your feet more often.

-I will call you either slave or Fred, for I will always like to be my hot and brave neighbour’s friend. Now your turn to try one more thing you don’t know slave. Time to lick my sweaty pits.

I started now at his right pit and just the first taste of his manly sweat made me blast a new load.

-That’s it, Fred, you are really enjoying. Now you’ll go to my left pit and will jack off. You like this smell so much that you will cum with both my armpits.

-Yes, Sir –and with no more words I continued the pit party, furiously beating my meat now before him and the four girls. His pits had the best taste I had savoured in my life. So good it was that maybe it made me draw the wrong conclusion: I suddenly thought I was gay. But later I would discover that I still liked girls, though I never doubted anymore that I loved having sex with boys, especially boys as perfumed as Roger.

He saw me really enjoying the perfume of his left pit and told me.

-I wonder whether you would like to become my slave, Fred.

-In this moment, Sir, my only answer is I am enjoying you so much that I would really like to become your slave.

-Good, so when you cum, I will feed you a lot more things so you can fulfill your dream of a human toilet. Later we will wait for all the girls to wipe their asses and have a shower. We will wait here, stroking each other’s bodies and when they leave, you will get your keys and come naked and dirty as you are to my house. Think about it Roger. It is a small distance: nobody will see you but I want you naked all night. Next I will ask you to please me again maybe and I will have a thorough shower first; you next. And when you are clean you will spend the night with me in my bed. Tomorrow you will return to your house, put your clothes on and go to college and if you want, we can see each other every day, and we will have sex in both houses and I will feed you excrements on a regular basis. We will be master and slave but always Roger and Fred, two friends. So what do you have to say, slave?

Still enjoying the ripe smell of his left armpit, I went mad with arousal knowing I could indeed become my neighbour’s slave and toilet. I yelled as a madman as I busted the longest stream of cum so far at that possibility and as I was cumming I told him.

-Sir, I quite submit to you now. I would really desire to become your slave and toilet for good.

-Good, then slave Fred. I will feed you more now. I will fart again. It will be a long concert now.

I opened my mouth before having his hot ass again sitting on my face. Then his ass cheeks spread and I licked one other time his already shitted ass, and then the first fart came. Of course I could not fart in my own mouth and today it was the first time somebody had farted inside me. He had done that previously prior to giving me his scrumptious shit to eat. I did not tell him but I was mentally counting his farts. He had told me he would go on unless there came a moment when I asked him to stop. But of course I never asked him to stop. In the end they were thirty-two loud farts in my mouth. The whole room smelled of farts but nobody complained. I had completed one other of my toilet functions relishing his explosive gas. He left my mouth at last and told me to keep my mouth wide open. There was more to come.

Never telling me beforehand what I would eat now, I suddenly saw him spitting and my aroused face told him please to go on. Now it was only eleven gobs and when I thought he had finished I saw him clearing his throat then. In that moment I could finally admit how cute he was. And phlegm did reach me at last and so yummy it had been that I asked him please to give me phlegm again so for a second time I saw him clearing his throat till he noticed he had again a big amount of spitting to feed me and finally discharged phlegm in my mouth again. I swallowed all the time with a happy face.

-Do you want a new stream of piss, slave? –He asked me.

-Of course, master Roger. Your piss is delicious and I am your toilet. Have that fun again, Sir.

He let his penis in my mouth again. I started sucking luring him into a new blowjob but he seemed not to want a second blowjob now and he started pissing. When he finished I told him shit was perfect cause it was so pervert to swallow it and know I was a toilet and it certainly had a good taste, but piss was one of the most delicious substances that a toilet like me could swallow. This stream had been shorter but I was happy that he knew now where the urinal was.

-And now, slave, something more will come. Keep your mouth open, my beautiful toilet friend.

The sound he made then was one of the most arousing sounds a human toilet would like to hear. He was really loud when he started to blow his nose, really full with snot then, in my welcoming toilet mouth. I had tasted my own snot but I couldn’t believe somebody else’s snot was so tasty and it had again a consequence. I shot a new load when I was not wanking. Most of my cums that day had come like that, with no hand on my dick, and it was homage to my new master, my neighbour Roger Alton, who was driving me crazy. After cumming I implored him to feed me his other nostril too and I had a new sample of his mouth-watering snot as I was beating my meat. I did not intend to cum now when I knew I would taste his puke later but his blowing his nose took a long time. There was still some more snot in both his nostrils and he filled me with all he could find in them. Finally he stopped and asked me again if I wanted his puke.

-Complete toilet, Sir. Of course I want it, Master Roger. Please give it to me too.

He first gave me a long kiss again and then I saw him letting his fingers in his mouth. I was feeling so much fire in my dick that I felt I was gonna cum again and indeed when his first torrent of yummy puke felt at last in my mouth, I did cum again, to the surprise of Mary Jo, Valerie, Rebecca, Debra and my master, my hot neighbour Roger Alton. I did cum but I knew well I could cum again, having finally fulfilled in a single afternoon the great dream of my life. I also tasted puke and it was an endless amount that Roger had in his bowels for me to eat. I was finally sure: I needed to be a toilet for life, not necessarily a ladies’ toilet, as I had always believed; I could also be a boy’s toilet. I could eat from more boys in the future but always from Roger if after today I was willing to always please him, to always surrender to him, which I was now sure about. Meanwhile I kept on eating Roger’s delicious reddish vomit: he had also eaten meat in tomato juice. I was salivating and some puke was staining my chin and streaming down my chest. I was for minutes ingesting that scrumptious amount till he told me this would be the last time. I knew well I could do it. In fact, when his last load came, I did blast a new load. All of them congratulated me.

-And now the public show is over for today. Let me first congratulate you, Fred. You have done a lot more than I expected when our common friend Valerie invited me to come and see the show. Now the private show can begin. You sure you want to come to my house, Fred?

-Absolutely sure, Master Roger. I want to please you more and be all night thanking you for what you have made me discover about myself this afternoon. I want to be your slave and toilet for life, Sir.

-So ok, I will stay here with you while the four girls are in the bathroom wiping their asses and having a shower. Hope you don’t mind cleaning all four together.

-Roger, my friend –Valerie started to tell him then-, we are used to seeing one another naked and this is not the first session we’ve had with Fred. We will all clean thoroughly now and then come out, put on our clothes and leave you two together to keep on enjoying each other’s company. I am glad my two best friends after Eric have liked each other so much. Now, girls, come with me to the bathroom.

And finally I stayed in the living room alone with my master, who did not stop caressing my whole naked body, filled with excrements everywhere. And suddenly he grasped my dick and started jacking me off.

-Everything ok so far, Fred?

-Everything’s perfect, Sir –and I wanted to jack him off too but he stopped me and said it should be me now the only one to cum, and he added.

-No sir now. You will call me only Fred and you will cum, understood, my hot neighbour?

-Ok, understood, Roger.

-Let me please you a bit –he was stroking my whole body now regardless of how dirty I was-. You’re hotter than a pistol, Fred. I know I have no right to tell you this, but I’d love to have sex with you every day.

-Roger –I took a deep breath and uttered his name for I wanted to have now a man to man conversation-, you have made me see today a lot of things. First, what I have thought all my life was true. I need to be a toilet, but I have discovered today that I needn’t be a ladies’ toilet. Being a boy’s toilet is also good. And what’s more. I have really enjoyed gay sex, and that was something I could never have expected. I want to surrender to you, Roger, please allow me. I promise I will always blow you and lick everything of you, especially if you are as aromatic as you are now. You can always fuck me, every day. You decide after today but I really wanna give myself to you and be your slave.

-Then so be it, Fred –but in that moment I shot a new load onto the floor, and just then Mary Jo and Valerie came out of the bathroom and began putting their clothes on. Roger saw that I was still hard at the vision of naked girls.

-Have you enjoyed this time of wait, Fred? I see your dick is dripping cum.

-Roger has been so good as to jack me off. Would you mind, Valerie, that now I will start a slave’s time with my neighbour?

-Of course I don’t. I’m really happy that you have liked each other. And whenever you want to have a new session with girls, you know here we are for you.

Just then Rebecca and Debra came out of the bathroom and also started to get dressed. Once they all had their clothes on again, Rebecca approached me and asked me for my cell phone number and she also gave me hers. She added that she would like to have a drink one day with me and asked me please to phone her. I promised I would. And finally the four girls looked at me with admiration and kissed my mouth one by one. And Valerie said.

-So long, Fred. Now enjoy your time with Roger and remember, whenever you want us, we’ll be here.

And finally they left. Roger looked at me now as if saying alone at last but even so he asked me.

-You sure you wanna come now with me to my house, dirty with excrements and buck naked, Fred?

-I certainly do, Roger. I wanna spend the night with you.

-Then look for your keys.

I did and once I had got them, he opened the door a crack and told me that the coast was clear, he first went to his house and opened with his key and just then he told me I could get out and go to his flat. I was not really frightened that any of the eight neighbours I had on that corridor could see me like that, buck naked, my entire body covered in excrements. But even so, I ran to Roger’s flat. I reached it and got in. The first thing Roger did was kissing my mouth passionately, never minding the whole lot of excrements I had inside me. Then he led me to the couch and asked me to give him a new blowjob if I wanted.

-Of course I want, Roger, master. I don’t know how to call you now.

-All those names, please: master, Sir, Roger… you decide.

-I’m afraid I will take more shit to your dick, Roger.

-Both of us will have a shower later. It is so hot to see a sexy naked boy covered in excrements and filling my dick with more dirt as he blows me again, knowing well you have given your first blowjob today and you are eager to suck my cock again.

-Of course, master Roger –and with no more words and kneeling as I was I started licking his hot balls again. I was using all the names he had told me to use with him. Then I finally dared swallow his sexy rod for the second time that day, now with no more doubts and trying to transmit him again my gratitude. It was an intense blowjob and I had to show him I wanted to give him that pleasure at least once a day, whenever he ordered me to. But he could not hold it for long now. My tongue was pleasantly travelling down his shaft when I noticed his hot semen again flowing down my throat. I drank again with a happy face. It was curious that it was a product I had never tasted before and now I had become addicted to the taste. Once all his cum was in my mouth, he raised me and merged with me again in a long erotic kiss. Then he told me.

-Time to have two thorough showers now. I will be first and as we are having a shower I will explain to you what being master and slave means for me.

We went to the bathroom, my dick still hard despite the fact that it had not stopped cumming that day. A short time that he was wiping his ass and then both of us together brushed our teeth and finally my master got into the shower tray. I saw him having that shower and it was hot looking at him. The time had come to start living with my master.

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The men’s room PART 4 – The final cut

The final chapters of this story that takes place at the end of PART 3

CHAPTER 9

Next morning I woke up with a start … where was I? Then I remembered I was still in the Men’s Room and I was in bed with Robert.  A flood of conflicting thoughts engulfed me. Why was I sleeping with Robert? Why I liked so much having sex with him? Was I turning gay? How was that possible? And then I remembered also what I have done to my own son, Jonas! What was wrong with me? How could I have done this things to my own son? I wanted to get out of this place and never come back, never see Robert again. I turned my face and looked at the sleeping form of Robert. He was lying on one side, showing his muscular back to me, his beautiful ass that I enjoy so much licking, his freshly shaved neck, his hair on the pillow. I needed to stop all this, I needed to stop this madness!!! My cock had obviously a different plan. I was rock hard and a wave of lust washed over me. I wanted to lick Robert’s neck so badly! The fight against my better judgement lasted 2 seconds … I neared myself to Robert and started kissing and licking his neck, my erection pressing on his ass. The kissing soon evolved into biting and sniffing his dirty hair. By now I was moaning in pleasure, rubbing my cock against his legs and ass. He turned around, looked me in the eyes and kissed me deeply while he rubbed his own erection against mine. I was in heaven! Whatever doubt I had went away and it was replaced by pure lust. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked hungrily, enjoying the sounds of pleasure that he was muttering. He grabbed my head, stopping my bobbing up and down and started moving his hips, pushing his cock deep in my throat. He fucked my throat long and hard until he came in my mouth. I am proud to say that not a drop was spilled. With his cum still in my mouth, he kissed me while jerking me off. When I was close to my orgasm, he went on his knees, took my cock in his mouth and sucked me until I came. With my cum in his mouth, he kissed me again. The taste of our cum blending.  

As we were dressing up, I blurted out that I really had a good time, that actually I always had a good time with him and that maybe in my 50’s I finally discovered that I was gay. He was happy to hear that. I asked if he had any plans for the rest of the day. He had a bemused expression on his face and asked if by any chance I was falling in love. I blushed like a teenage girl! He slapped me on the ass and said that he didn’t expect that I responded to the treatment so quickly and more important so willingly. He was extremely pleased with me but now he needed to get ready for the day, he had few customers that needed attention. I asked if I could be of any help, that I would be happy to do whatever he would ask of me. He replied that there will be enough time for that, but something should be done about my appearance first. He gave me an address and told me that a friend of his was waiting for me there in 1 hour. I asked what I should do there but the only answer I got was that I needed to trust him and then told me sleep…

When I arrived at the address given, a weird looking man opened the door. He looked like a skinhead, head shaven, extremely tight jeans, a polo short and many many tattoos. He x-rayed me from head to toe with his piercing brown eyes. A look of disgust started to spread on his face, he clearly didn’t like me! He muttered something that sounded like “fuck!!!another idiot in a suit” and ordered me to get in instead of standing there with my mouth open;  all the while muttering things like “I need to stop doing him favours…at least the money is good…maybe I could have some extra fun with this one, at least he smells good”. My brain kept screaming to get out of here but my body kept moving towards the man. He ordered me to remove my clothes and to get on the table. Was I supposed to have sex with this person? I obeyed and he said “good boy!” When he grabbed his tools I almost sighed in relief, I wasn’t there to have sex with him…I was getting a tattoo! The idea of it turned me on; I would now resemble Robert a bit. The guy started working on my arm first and I almost jumped out at the table when the gun pierced my skin. The guy slapped me hard on my face and told me that if I moved again he would rope me to the table. He started working again while I gritted my teeth, afraid to make the slightest move.  

He worked for hours! He tattooed my right arm, right chest and a part of my shoulder. The guy was unstoppable, he never seemed to tire! When he was satisfied with the result, he put away the machine and looked critically at his work. He muttered that I almost looked normal now!

I started to rise but he forced me back down, saying that he wasn’t done…that there was a last change he needed to make. With that he started playing with my nipples, gently at first and then harder and harder, until he got me moaning in pleasure/pain. I closed my eyes in ecstasy! He then grabbed my right nipple, pulled and pain shot through my body as if a very sharp needle went through my nipple. He had pierced me! I quickly looked up and now I could see a silver ring on my right nipple. When he moved away from the table I could see that the guy found my pain exciting, I could see his erection through the tight denims…it was huge! When he saw me staring at his cock, the guy started removing his clothes revealing thus his skinny, heavily tattooed body and a huge thick cock. He grabbed me by the hair, forcing me to get down the table and shoved my face in his stinking armpits. Boy he stank!!! I guessed he must not have showered in a couple of weeks. I should have felt revulsion but instead I licked eagerly. When I was done with one, I started the other one and then worked on his pierced nipples. He slapped the back of my head and ordered me to work on his nipples like a real man and not a sissy! This guy was seriously getting on my nerves, so I obliged. I tried to inflict pain to his nipples, hoping to get a scream. All I got was a grunt and ‘good boy’. When he decided that he had enough, he forced me on my knees, turned around and ordered me to worship his crack. My nostrils and tongue were assaulted by his sharp and very masculine smell. I actually quite liked all of this! At least my own cock liked it a lot! It was rock hard, leaking pre cum. He grabbed my hair sharply, moved me to the front and shoved his cock in my mouth. It filled my whole mouth! I don’t know how I was going to blow this guy! He started moving his hips, forcing it all the way in. I started gagging but he didn’t stop or slow down. He kept saying that he liked my virgin throat and pity that he could’t fuck also my virgin hole…Robert said that I couldn’t…it feels good! Suddenly he blocked my head with both hands and came copiously in my mouth. I had not other choice than to swallow. When he was done, he told me that I could jerk off while I worshiped his feet. I licked every inch of them while I came close to the edge. Seeing me licking his feet while pleasuring myself, got him hard again and he also started jerking of. I arched my back and came all over his floor. I had for some reasons a very powerful orgasm. I was catching my breath, getting on my feet again when he ordered me to continue worshiping his feet until he was done. For some strange reason I felt compelled to obey, I went down on my knees again and started licking/biting his big toe. He quickly stood up, lowered my head and came in my hair. The second orgasm was even stronger than the first, cum was flying all over my hair! When he was done, he combed with his fingers his cum through my hair and told me to get out. When I reached home I quickly took off all my clothes and admired the job he had made on my body. An intricate and colourful tribal tattoo was now permanently inked on my arm, shoulder and chest. The piercing looked also hot on my pumped up chest. I think the next step would be to grow a beard! The more I looked at my body, the more I got turned on.Before falling asleep to Robert’s voice, I jerked off.

 

CHAPTER 10

The week went on as usual: a lot of work, training at the gym and sleeping. To my shame I started to go regularly to Jonas room  jerking off with his dirty clothes. I kept replaying in my head all the things I had done to him while at the Men’s Room, plus his smell was simply driving me insane with lust! On a Thursday evening after my workout I decided to hang around in the living room waiting for him to come back. I didn’t even bother to take off my gym clothes just in case he came back while I was in the bathroom showering ( it was now my third day without shower and I stank!) I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with a start when I felt hands touching my hair. When I opened my eyes I found Jonas playing with my hair. I must have startled him because he froze on the spot when he saw that I was awake. He went red like a pepper and stuttered confusing apologies. I assured him that nothing was wrong and that he could continue to do what he wanted with my hair, that I quite enjoyed the free massage. I could see 2 forces battling inside of him, one part knew that it was wrong and wanted to go; while the other, more lustful, wanted to stay and play. I helped him making a decision by laying back again on the sofa, resting my head on both my hands (thus exposing my stinking pits) and closed my eyes. It didn’t take long! Soon I felt his hands playing with my hair again but this time his face was also in there, deeply inhaling my smell. The more he played the more turned on I became, my cock was now shamelessly tenting in my running shorts. I opened my eyes and turned my head slightly just to see how he was reacting to all this. Jonas had his eyes closed, he looked lost in his own world. One thing I noticed was that he was now playing with my hair with only one hand, the other one was on the front of his trousers.

 I kept looking at him until he finally opened his eyes. The look of horror on his face was heart breaking! He stopped touching himself and my hair and moved away from me as if I was some sort of poisonous snake ready to attack him. He started apologising again and added that he should not be doing this, that it was wrong, that I was his dad. I stood up, went up to him and put an arm around his shoulder saying all the time that it was ok, that we were two adults who only wanted to have some fun, that there was nothing wrong in enjoying some pleasure. He started calming down and laid his head on my shoulder so that I had his unwashed hair few inches from my face. I couldn’t resist! I moved my face closer and closer to his hair, all the time repeating my mantra that everything was ok. When my nose finally touched his hair I inhaled deeply and long, filling thus all my senses with the smell I wanted so badly all this time. My cock got harder and harder the longer I smelled him.

As my nose was inching towards his hair, his face was inching towards my armpit. When he reached his goal he inhaled and emitted a guttural sound of satisfaction. The more he sniffed the louder his grunts became, until I guess his lust took over of his rational part of his brain. He shoved me quite roughly on the sofa, almost ripped my t-shirt off,  pulled back my arm and licked hungrily my stinking armpit while rubbing his erection on my thigh. I started moaning in pleasure not only from his tongue but also because his hair was again close to my face. I reached over and removed the elastic band that was tying his hair in a man bun. His dirty locks were cascading all over my face and I went to heaven! When he was satisfied licking both my armpits clean, he bent down and kissed me long and deep, our two erections rubbing against each other.  

When we came back for air, we quickly removed our clothes and Jonas moved on top of me. He licked slowly my neck, going down until he reached my pierced nipple. He looked at me in surprise, clearly not expecting to find a piercing on my body, not at my age. A smile spread to his lips while he reached with his fingers both my nipples. He pulled and twisted them quite hard, making me gasp in pain/pleasure and also in surprise, I didn’t expect him to be this rough. He continued his torture until he had me moaning like a bitch, arching my back in pleasure. I wanted his cock so badly right now! I pushed him back, forcing him to sit, make him spread his legs and took his cock in my mouth. This time it was him that gasped in pleasure! He leaned back and let me do the work, all the time playing with my hair. I cannot describe how much I wanted this, how much I wanted his cock in my mouth, how much I wanted him! I sucked him off so eagerly that he was soon on the edge. He tried to push me away, probably he didn’t want to cum in my mouth but I didn’t budge. I wanted to drink his cum! He soon stopped struggling and let the flow of cum invade my mouth. I drank greedily every drop! As the orgasm receded he started to realise what had just happened. He pushed me away and ran to his room, muttering that this should not have happened. I wanted to run after him but my own cock was leaking pre cum and his underwear was on the floor. I inhaled his smell of sweat and piss and came all over the floor, every single cell of my body was like on fire, contributing to the powerful orgasm.  

CHAPTER  11

I haven’t seen Jonas again until Sunday morning. I actually did check one evening in his room to see if he was alright, I found him sitting in his bed with his headphones on staring at the screen. His eyes were almost closed and he didn’t even notice that I was there. Seeing him like that made me so hard, I just wanted to jump on the bed and have sex with him but i had to restrain myself. I closed the door again and  went to bed. Since the erection would not go away I had to jerk off before I was able to fall asleep.

On Sunday I went for my usual run in park. I felt full of energy and ran for almost two hours. When I came back home I was literally soaked in sweat. I went straight to the bathroom wanting to soak in the Jacuzzi. I stepped out of my wet clothes and I was taking a piss when the door suddenly opened and Jonas stepped in. He was also naked and his hair was hanging loose like a greasy curtain on his shoulder. He started saying that he wanted to talk to me but his words died in his throat. He was staring at my cock and at the stream of piss coming out of it. He was like entranced by it! When I was done he started again the little speech he had prepared, saying how sorry he was, saying that this was wrong etc. I let him continue while I was squeezing the last drops of piss out of my cock, I actually turned around and showed him what I was doing while drops of piss fell on the floor between us. He stopped talking and I could see that he was getting hard, he liked and wanted all this obviously. He just needed some encouragement, I needed to take charge! I closed the distance between us while staring deep in his eyes. When I was in front of him, I took his bearded face in my hands, bent down and kissed him. There was no resistance there, he wanted this as much as I did!  

We kissed while our body rubbed to each other, both our dicks were fully erected now. I kissed his neck and nape, all the while sniffing his dirty hair. It was the best smell! This time I did the licking…I went to his pit and inhaled and licked his hairy pit. I could hear him moaning; when I was done with both pits, I kissed him, making him taste his own sweat. He broke the kiss and started licking my pits while my face was buried in his hair. I was almost ready to explode, so intense the excitement was. When he was done when them I went for his nipples and he did the same to mine. It was strange to see in each others face the pain/pleasure that we were giving each other. He was playing quite roughly with them and I returned the favour. Our knees were almost buckling under the intense pleasure. We ended up on the floor, careless of the drops of piss on the floor, so much we were lost in our passion. I wanted his cock and he obviously wanted the same, so we ended up 69 each other. It didn’t take long for both of us to reach an orgasm. I sucked and enjoyed his cum and he did the same. Before swallowing we kissed, mixing our cum in our mouth. I laid spent on the floor, with Jonas on top of me, his head resting on my chest, his greasy hair covering my face. Jonas was playing lazily with my pierced nipple while I stroked his hair, my fingers running through his long greasy locks. He said that my piercing and tattoo really suited me and that the beard was a real turn on; but he was most fascinated by the piercing, maybe he would like to also get one. I suggested that maybe we should shower, then jump in the jacuzzi and chill out for a while. He agreed and we both stood up, our cocks hardening again.  

We stepped under the warm shower and we let the water run down our bodies. I pulled him close and we kissed long, our wet bodies touching, sending sparks of desire running through every cell of our being. He grabbed the bottle of shampoo, applied a generous amount in his hand and proceeded to wash my hair really slow. He commented that I needed an haircut, that I should book an appointment with Robert.  He took his time massaging my scalp, my neck, my temples. I was grinding my hard cock against his, wishing that he would never stop doing what he was  He rinsed me and handed the shampoo to me. I made him turn around, pushed him against the shower wall, made him lean his head backwards and started shampooing his long hair. It excited me to see his long hair full of shampoo and to be  finally able to do what I always wanted with it. In my lust I started grinding my hips against his ass, forcing thus him to grind his cock on the shower wall. I grabbed his face and kissed him hungrily. He responded to my kiss with opening slightly his legs so that my cock could slide in between them.  I was so ready to fuck him!  

I stepped back, grabbed the shower head, rinsed his hair and applied some conditioner on it. I finger combed his hair with it and when my hands were full of conditioner I went for his hole. I slowly massaged it at first, wondering if he’d like that. He tensed at first, knowing full well what was going to happen next but slowly the pleasure he got from my massage took over. When he started moaning I pressed a finger in. He was really tight down there, I guess he has never been fucked before. I moved slowly my finger in and out until he got adjusted to the intrusion. I then found his prostate and gently massaged it, making him moan even louder until he said that he wanted me inside him. I greased my cock with more conditioner, positioned the head on his hole and gently pushed in. I went in very slowly but he still screamed in pain. I stopped moving, letting his hole relax and then went all the way in. I leaned over him, grabbed his head and kissed him while I started moving my hips. Judging from the sounds coming from his mouth, he was enjoying all this. I then grabbed him by the hair and rode him until I almost reached my orgasm. He told me that he wanted to drink my cum, so I came out of him, pushed him to his knees and exploded in his mouth. He kept sucking until he milked me completely dry! I was completely spent; but we still needed to finish showering.  

I rinsed his hair of all the conditioner, then grabbed some shower gel and started washing every single inch of his body. I had some fun with the nipples, making him hard again. I washed his cock and balls, playing really hard with them, wanting him to cum; but he pushed my hand away. He obviously had other plans! He grabbed the shower gel, soaped abundantly my crack with it and pushed slowly his cock in, not knowing that it was not the first time for me. I responded by pushing my ass backwards until his cock went all the way in.  

“It is clearly not your first time” he commented.

And with that he started pounding my ass intensely, his balls slapping my ass cheeks. He started to moan more and more intensely, and I knew that he was getting close to shoot his load. He started to pull out when I told him to cum inside me. He resumed his pounding until he erupted in grunting noises of pleasure, his warm cum filling my hole.

I am really glad to say that starting from this day we enjoyed each other smells and body parts regularly.

CHAPTER 12

On a Wednesday during the day I received an sms from Robert asking/telling me if I could go for a haircut Friday instead of Thursday. He said that he wanted my help for something and that I would not regret it. Last thing, he hoped I would be in the way he liked me to be. I understood instantly, he meant unwashed for few days. I haven’t showered since Tuesday so Friday I would be ready, plus I would be training almost everyday until Friday. I wrote him back that I was happy to be of help and he wrote back that I should be there at 20.00. I was intrigued, what Robert might need of me? I would be happy to do whatever he asked, plus I would get my haircut so I was in for some really good time!  

At 20.00 I entered the Men’s Room. I came directly from work so I was dressed in a suit and tie. When I entered the waiting area I noticed two young guys sitting already there sipping beers. They looked fifteen but I guess they must be over eighteen if they were drinking beer. Robert came in to greet me and to lock the door behind me, we were his last customers for the day. He treated me very formally, like I was an ordinary customer. I guessed it was because of the other two clients. He offered me a drink and asked me to wait, that he was finishing another customer inside. I seated myself opposite the two guys and enjoyed my whiskey. I felt like I knew them from somewhere but I didn’t know where until I heard them talking. One of them had longish blond hair slicked back, clearly danish and the other looked mediterranean, maybe from Turkey or somewhere close by, he had the typical emo haircut. I thought these haircuts were out of fashion but obviously nobody told him yet, maybe Robert will recommend something better. They were talking apparently of the night before, they went to a party after the concert. I now knew where I have seen them before, they won x-factor a couple of years ago and now they were the newest boyband in Denmark. All the teenagers were wild with them. They were constantly in the tabloids because of the crazy things they did. My attention was irked. They were now bragging about these two chicks they fucked last night, about how tight their pussies and how pathetic they were when they asked when they could see each other again. I was really appalled by the way they were talking, they clearly had an extremely high opinion of themselves.  

I stopped listening and enjoyed my whiskey. I started listening again because they started talking about their hair and the reason why they were here. They were given ‘the special treatment’ from their manager has a treat. It was actually quite funny to hear them talking about their hair, from what they were saying it seemed they were more in love with their hair than with the girls they fucked last night! The whiskey was spreading his gentle tendrils all over my body and brain, making me more relaxed and slightly  drowsy. I stopped listening and stared at nothing when suddenly the slicked one said that he hated when people kept staring at him, particularly old perverts. I realised that he was referring to me, he must have thought that I was staring at him. I was way too relaxed to bother to answer. Emo said that I was probably a faggot and that now I had something to jerk off to. Both of them said almost at the same time that they hated fags! I noticed that their last sentence came out slurred, like if their brains was going to sleep. They even said that they were really tired and hoped the guy (Robert) would hurry up. As if he was summoned, Robert appeared again carrying the pulsating lights that I had seen before. He dimmed the main lights and turned on the the machine. The two guys were taken aback, clearly confused by what was happening. Robert moved close to me, kissed me and then whispered something and all went dark.

When I woke up again, both Slick and Emo were sitting naked in a barber chair. I was standing behind Slick and Robert behind Emo. The guys seemed to be totally unaware of the fact that they were naked and Slick clearly didn’t recognise me. I was going to be Robert’s assistant so I started massaging Slick’s neck and Robert did the same to Emo. I could see that Slick was enjoying my massage, a smile of bliss was painted on his lips. I started moving my hands up through his heavily waxed hair. It was not easy task, the hair were like glued together! But Slick didn’t seem to mind if sometimes I pulled his hair hard. He actually seemed to like the roughness, his cock was getting harder. I massaged my way to his temples and gently worked on them. He started moaning in pleasure and I could see that his cock was full hard now! I glanced on the side and I could see that Emo was also sporting a boner. Robert looked at me and smiled wickedly! We continued our massage for another 15 minutes and when I was done Slick’s hair were standing all over the place. He looked quite funny! I tried to smooth it back when Robert came next to me and whispered something in Slick’s ear. Slick went limp in the chair just like Emo on the other side. Robert asked me to go downstairs and grab some razor blades.

 When I came back both guys were sitting in an upright position and their eyes were closed. I knew what was going to happen and I enjoyed every minute of it! They were suddenly awake again and started screaming. They wanted to know why they were tied to the chairs, why they were naked, they will call the police, help… blah blah blah! I grabbed the clippers, removed any attachments and turned it on. The look on Slick’s face was priceless, I wished I had a camera! Since I could not hear Emo screams anymore I guessed that he was just as horrified as Slick. Slick started to struggle against the invisible ropes, begging for help, mercy etc. I started approaching really slowly the clippers to Slick’s hair when Robert started to asking me if we should be doing this to these two young men? If maybe their career would change after this? What would the girls think? Maybe they shouldn’t do it… Robert was clearly fucking with their heads! And I was having a lot of fun watching how their hopes would go up and up.

 With a blink from Robert I knew that playing was over, it was time for humiliation. I grabbed a handful of Slick’s hair and yanked really hard, forcing him to bent his head backwards and ran the clippers from the forehead to the crown. The hair I was grabbing were now in my hand. I released his head so he could admire my work. The sight took his breath away! A bald strip was now showing on the front. He was left speechless and tears were actually running from his eyes.  He was crying over his hair!!! I was really disgusted by this guy, he thought himself a man when in reality he was only a spoiled brat. I let the hair that I had in my hand fall all over his naked body and on his still hard cock and continued my work. Since his hair were so full of wax, it was quite hard to run the clippers through it but I managed;  and soon there were no more hair left on his head. He had at least stopped crying but I could see in his eyes that he was completely crushed! In that moment I started to get turned on. I grabbed the shaving cream and applied a generous amount on his head. I don’t know why but when I spread the shaving cream on his head with a brush I heard a moan escaping his lips. Was he enjoying this now? I looked at his cock and I could see that he was leaking pre cum. I took my time spreading the shaving cream, grabbed the razor and went to work again. Through the shaving cream I could now see strips of hairless scalp.

When I pushed his head down so that I could shave his nape, his moan got even louder. As the last of the shaving cream was removed, I admired my work. Not a hair was in sight! He now looked like the spoiled, teenaged brat that he really was instead of the man he thought he were! I grabbed some wax to spread on his shaved head, when his invisible bondage was finally released. He still didn’t move but his hands went straight for his cock, which by now was covered in hair. He grabbed cock and hair and started jerking off as I massaged wax on his scalp. He didn’t last very long and soon cum started flying on his chest and face. From what I was hearing from Emo, he was doing exactly the same. I quickly lost my erection, these two guys looked way too young for my taste, even though they were 20. When I caught Robert’s eyes I could see that he agreed with me. I hoped that later I would have some wild sex with him!

Our work was done but our two guys weren’t finished yet. Robert grabbed his phone and got ready to record what was going to happen. When Emo and Slick saw each other they froze and stared at each other and at their naked bodies covered in hair. They came closer and closer and started touching each others shaved head. Apparently they liked it because their cocks were getting hard again. Slick took quickly the initiative, pushed Emo’s head forward and they kissed passionately. While they were doing that their hands were running on each other’s back until they reached the ass crack and started playing with each other’s hole. Their moans grew in intensity. When Slick tried to shove a finger in Emo’s hole without lubricant, the other recoiled in pain and broke the spell they were in. They looked at each other and I could see thousand feelings running through their brains. Robert stopped filming and said that they were making good progress, they only needed a little push. We led them downstairs, Robert sat them down in front of two laptops, placed headphones on their hears and left them there watching the program he had created for them. Their expression went blank again and we went upstairs.

“Now it’s your turn” Robert said.

I sat on a barber chair, Robert bent down and kissed me long, his tongue playing with mine. This is what I like! He grabbed me by the tie and forced me to stand up. He told me to take off my clothes and he did the same. He looked admiringly at my body, the new tattoo, the piercing, the beard and his cock started to get hard. That was the best compliment he could have paid me! I was done with looking I wanted him! I lifted his arm and smelled his pit, enjoying the smell and the taste of it. God I missed his smell! While I was there he played and inhaled the smell of my greasy, dirty hair. We kept smelling and sniffing each others like two dogs in heat. I wanted him to fuck me but he brought me to chair.  

“First work and then play” he said.

He didn’t even bother shampooing me, he went directly to cutting my hair. Salt and pepper hair was now covering my body while Robert worked. I could see that I was getting something different this time. When the clippers and scissors  finally stopped working, he applied shaving cream on my back and sides. I closed my eyes so has to better enjoy the experience. It was so pleasurable to feel the razor running there that I couldn’t help myself and started moaning,  just like Slick before. When he was done, I opened my eyes and I could see that he had given me an undercut with a longish top, and a very high fade. I started to look like him in a way and I loved what I was seeing! There were hair all over my body and Robert tried to brush it away, “inadvertently” rubbing my cock while passing.

 I quickly  stood up and wanted to go on my knees to suck his cock, but he told me only to bend down. I did it eagerly, expecting his cock to invade my whole, but I felt a tight slap on my ass cheek instead. I gasped more in shock than in pain and I turned around to see what he was doing, why was he slapping me? He smiled wickedly and told me to resume my position. He resumed slapping me first with his hands and then with the back of a brush. I actually liked it, I was starting to love the mix of pleasure and pain! He continued for quite a while and my ass felt like it was on fire. He stopped, bent down and rubbed my ass cheeks…it hurt! He kissed and licked them gently and then reached for my hole. His tongue in there was activating every single pleasure cell in my body. I wanted him inside me! He fingered me for a while until I begged him to fuck me. He obliged, greased my hole, entered all the way in and started fucking me hard. I simply loved it, loved to have him in me, loved the pain and the pleasure he was giving me. In that moment a conscious thought entered my brain, this is what I really wanted…I wanted to be his…I wanted this more than anything else in the world…if this meant that I was gay, so be it…I wanted him to own me! Realising that,  in some ways relaxed me even more and I reached the orgasm quickly, cum flying all over the floor. He was also almost on the edge, he started pulling out but I begged him to cum inside me, to fill me up. I soon felt his body going rigid and I knew that his cum was now inside me. While still inside me, he bent on my shoulders and kissed me there, saying that it was always good sex with me!  

When he finally pulled out we kissed long, enjoying  post-orgasmic ‘hygge’. Suddenly we heard some commotion downstairs. We went down and found the two guys struggling. They were both naked and sporting huge erections. I could’t really  understand what they were doing until Emo was able to push Slick on his knees and shove his cock in his mouth. As soon as the cock touched his lips, Slick stopped struggling and started sucking in earnest to the delight of Emo; who kept repeating ‘finally you are my bitch…suck my cock bitch’. I looked uncomprehendingly at Robert who explained that they had just established who was the top and who was the bottom in their relationship.  

“We better give them some privacy” he said “even though all this is being filmed… I don’t really want to see them having sex…”

When we were back upstairs Robert explained that their manager was one of his client. He had asked Robert if he could do something about their attitude, that is why he paid for their “full treatments”.  Robert was sure that the manager would enjoy a lot watching the video he was making and the power that this video would give him over Slick and Emo.  

I wanted to tell Robert what I felt about him but I was tongue tied. Robert looked in my eyes and asked me to say whatever was on my mind. I blurted out that I really liked it when we were together, I loved the sex, I adored him and I quite enjoyed being useful today. When I finished I blushed like a little girl. He smiled, kissed me long and deep and said:

“I guess I have finally found my assistant!”.

THE END

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It’s Saturday night and I’m out with my boys in the bar. I’m sipping my drink trying not to stare at him as I watch him with his friends, laughing and having a good time. My friends are talking at me, but I don’t hear a word they say. I’m focused on him, though I’m trying not to be. I can still taste him on my lips from the night before, feel him on my cock.

I’m trying not to notice him. But I still see him from the corner of my eye. He’s with his friends, and I with mine. I can’t help stealing glances at him as my friends chatter incessantly about something I could give a damn about. I feel so empty inside without him in me. I feel so strange without him touching me, holding me.

My blood is boiling inside. That mother fucking preppy twunk keeps touching him. I want to bust through the crowd and take his hands off my boy. It’s my cock he’ll be sucking and riding tonight. It’s my cum that will be coating him inside and out. It’s my arms he’ll fall asleep in tonight, exhausted from the sexual pleasure that only I can give.

I’m so uncomfortable. This gym bunny, label whore keeps grabbing my ass. At first I just played it off, but now he’s getting handsie, and my supposed friends are only encouraging it. I keep swatting his hands away, but he thinks I’m only being coy or playing hard to get. The man I want to be with is across the room and I’m pleading with him with my eyes to just scoop me up and take me back to his place where he’ll pound me into the mattress.

My boys are talking to me about some big booty ho they want to hook me up with. I could give a rat’s ass. What I want is across the room and I’m hungry for it. I’m nursing my drink, trying to keep from doing something that we both want to never regret. He’s obviously not into that punk pawing at him like some cat toy. Why aren’t his friend’s stopping it?

“Stop.” I finally say with a bit of venom in my voice as I move away, tired of battling the octopus. My friends just smile and bring me back to the group where he “apologizes”. He orders me a fresh drink and then things are quiet for a bit. I nurse my drink as we all talk some more. Then he grabs my ass and tries to kiss me. Rage flows through me. Everything is automatic. I slap his face away and then shower him with the drink.

“What the fuck.” I snarl, setting my empty glass down and get up from the table. My boys are all confused as I move my way through the crowd I’m by his side in an instance, leaving a trail of pissed off people in my wake. He looks up at me and smiles as I pull him to my side. He hugs me close as the messy queen poses to strike. “You got a problem with my boy, here?”

I prepare for retaliation when I feel myself being pulled by familiar strong arms. I don’t give a fuck now as I wrap my arms around him. I feel safe, as I look up at his handsome face. My would be attacker pauses as he sees me holding on for dear life. He and my friends give pause as they try to make sense of it all. The bar is has grown quiet seeing the drama unfold.

“The little tease threw a drink in my face.” He hisses unsure of who this man is. “He ruined my outfit.”

I sneer. “That man you called a tease is my boyfriend.” I let those words sink in, to me, to him and the drenched bitch in front of me. Such a weight is lifted from my shoulders as I finally say the words, accept the situation for what it is. “And you were disrespecting him. Don’t do it again.” I make him flinch as I jump at him.

He called me his boyfriend. My heart is racing. I want to strip him out of those clothes right now and show him what those words do to me. The shock and disgust is evident in the faces of my so called friends. I could give a damn and hold back a chuckle as they flinch from him. I reach up and take his face in my hands and guide those wonderful lips down to my mouth.

I can hear cheers erupting as my boy, no, my man kisses me. I do my best not to muss his clothing but I have to get him out of here soon. I break the kiss and look at those beautiful innocent eyes. “Come on, baby, come sit with me and my boys.” This time the crowd parts as I guide him back to my table, leaving the wet cat and his entourage to their mess.

When we get back to the table, his friends are silent as we sit down. One of his friends returns from the bar and sits two drinks down before the two of us. He gives a toothy grin before saying. “About damn time you settle down.” The table erupts in laughter as I snuggle close to… to my boyfriend. They’re nice to me, to us.

My boys are cool as shit with this. Hell they are asking him if he knows any other thick white boys that might enjoy being treated right. My man blushes as he says, “Those bitches weren’t real friends. Sides you’d have to pry the stick out from their ass before you could get in.” We all laugh and joke as they get to know my man. As we finish our drinks, and we make our excuses to leave to the chagrin of my friends.

In his car, I turn and look at him, taking his hand in mine. “Did you mean that?” I ask, needing the certainty of it all. “When you called me your boyfriend?”

Those puppy dog eyes get me every time. I lean over and whisper softly, “If I said it, I meant it.” And then I kiss him with soft passion.

Back at his place it’s a frenzy of kissing and stripping as he pulls my clothes from me. I’m naked, my legs and arms wrapped around him as he tongues my mouth with pent up desire. He won’t let me undress him. He knows once he’s naked we are going no further. He lays me down on the bed and reluctantly breaks the kiss to undress himself.

I pull my clothes off with a rush, tossing them to the floor with no care. I have to have him. Naked before him I stand, the one man who can destroy me with a word or bring me up with another. I lay on top of him enjoying the feeling of him underneath me. I look into those Cheshire cat eyes of his. “What are you thinking?”

“Just how wicked I’m feeling.” Before he knows what is what, I have him on his back, surprised by my hidden strength. I clamp onto his nipple and flick it, suck it and tease it for all my worth. My hands are roaming his muscled chest as I send shivers of pleasure through him. I now my man, and I’m going to show him how appreciative I am for him.

“That little bitch is stronger than he looks.” I laugh to myself before I let out a groan of pleasure at the flickering tongue on my nipple. One nipple then the next, he gives them both such expert, special attention that all I can do is allow him to as I enjoy it. He’s ferocious in his actions, as I moan a soft, “yeah, baby, do that for your man.”

I kiss my way down his body. I’m between his legs and I rub my face all through his groin, marking his scent all over my face. After tonight, they’ll smell that I’m his on me from a mile away. I swallow one ball then the other, taking delicate care to wash each one methodically with my tongue. I can feel my prize swimming and struggling to break free. His hand is fisted in my hair as he moans his approval as I shine his jewels.

My man has let loose. He’s got skills he’s never shown me before. Before I know what he’s got planned, he’s swallowed my nine inch beer cock without any effort. He slides up to lay side ways to allow me access to that delicious booty. My hand roams that bubble with treasured care. His orchestrated manipulations of my cock in his throat are teasing and coaxing me.

His hand is on my ass, caressing the fine plumpness of it that I strive to maintain for him and only him. His touch is soft, yet firm as he slides a finger against my hole. He strokes it gently like one would do to a kitten and I purr around his fleshy joy stick as I take it once again down to the hilt with practiced ease. That’s when I feel him move me on top of him, in the classic sixty-nine position.

I pull him on top of me, and spread him wide, exposing his love palace before me. Those lips, still puffy from the night before, beg me to taste of his sweet, sweet treat. I dive into his bakery and taste every selection he has for me. I gnaw and chew gently, feasting on his white powdered doughnut. I want his taste all over my mouth. I want to taste him for days after this.

I’m being spit roasted, literally, by my man. His tongue in my ass, his cock in my throat. I bounce back and forth trying to get him further in me. I don’t even realize I am twerking on his face, or even that I knew how to. He’s driving me into a sexual frenzy. I can’t stand it anymore, I have to have him, have him truly own me as his. I give no second thought or hesitation.

My feast leaves me with a wet plop. He’s straddling me with that look again. He lowers himself down on me. Raw, wet and without any barriers. I slide easily into his tunnel. My eyes roll back as I feel the velvety flesh pull me in deeper and deeper. I’m full on, buried in him as he nestled like a mama hen on top of my balls. His back arches as he feels the fullness in him.

I’m paralyzed with pleasure as he touches deep inside me. My head falls back with a groan of undeniable delight. I feel his hands on my hips as he slowly guides me up and down his spit slicked pole. My senses come back to me and I take control again, riding him like a race horse, clinging to him for dear life. I’m bouncing so hard, I can hear the strain of the bed below us, but it does not stop me from winning this race.

I hear the bed below me groan from distress. My man is on me. He’s a beast as he takes control to give me that decadence. I feel myself ready to burst as I bite my lower lip with a growling grunt. He’s ready to sacrifice himself on my volcanic eruption, have me breed him, and take him as mine for now and always. I cannot, will not deny him this. “I’m going to blow.” I warn, just to give him a way out.

His words only encourage me to ride harder, faster. I can feel him expand in me, taking up every available space. Then with a howl and a crash, I feel that warm liquid love blast into me as we come crashing down onto the floor. I don’t stop. I milk him for every drip drop in him. I’m going to savior him for every drop that he has brewed for me.

I don’t give a fuck as the mattress hits the ground. I’m remodeling my man’s inside, starting with a fresh paint job. I pulse as I flex in him. I stare up at him with pride and ownership and see the surprise in his eyes as he begins to tremble. I’m not sure what is going on till I feel the scolding hot blasts smoother my chest as he does the improbable.

It’s too much. I can’t hold it back and I can’t even fathom that he’s doing this to me. My balls draw up and explode from me, coating him with my own mark. My body trembles as I tighten down on him. Jet after jet of my man juices spews forth, creating my own special artwork on his chest. I’m week with spent desire as I collapse onto him, into his arms.

I wrap him in my arms with tender care. I kiss him softly on the forehead as he pants from the exhaustion. “You little bitch.” I almost laugh as I snuggle him close to me, paying no mind to the stickiness growing between us. “You broke my bed.” I almost laugh. He stifles a giggle as he buries himself in me.

He feels so good against me and then he makes me laugh. My face is red with embarrassment and pride. I take my face from his chest and look him dead in the eye. “Do you think they have a frequent buyer’s program, because if I have my way, it won’t be the last.”

“We better hope so.” I laugh at his words, and pull him down for a kiss. I stroke his soft delicate face as we embrace the afterglow. There are so many words unsaid that flow between us. My little vixen is dosing off to sleep with contentment as I stroke his body. Soon sleep takes me too and I don’t even give a damn about the sticky mess. I want to wear it as my badge of honor, my medal of freedom for just a while longer.

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A few months later (from bullies to buddies part 6).

I had just finished my last lesson for the day but had stayed back to run over a few things with the teacher it was last thing Friday afternoon. I left the classroom and the halls were empty all students off to enjoy there weekend. I had nothing exciting planned and was wondering what I was going to do as I went to my locker put my books away, grabbed my bag and slipped my headphones in and proceeded towards the exit. As I drifted off with the music I was passing the boys toilets and a strong arm grabbed me and yanked me in.

It wasn’t until I was slammed against the wall I seen the short brown hair, deep brown eyes and god like muscular body I realized it was James. I got a bit fearful cause after our excursion at the picnic table with Tom a few months earlier he went back to being a dick to me but not as bad. He nor Tom had mentioned it since but the video stayed under wraps which I was greatful of. I had thought about that afternoon lots for about 6 weeks after but I had all but given up and moved on thinking it wasn’t going to happen again with these two. It was still my only sexual encounter. However stood facing James in the toilets it seemed he had other ideas. He had me pinned against the wall starring into my eyes with a grin on his face.

“Alright boi? You think we had forgotten about you?” The grin got bigger.

“Eerrrmmm eeehh yeah jjjuust thought you had your kicks and that was it.” I said shaking a bit.

“It can be if that’s what you want but me and Tom will be disappointed.”

“Fuck no!” I shot back. “I want it again so bad. Besides you have the video of me.” Hoping he would blackmail me again.

“No boi it’s gone, I deleted it after that afternoon. You want mine and Tom’s cock you come get it same place 5:30. This time it’s entirely your choice.” He slammed his hand into my crotch and rubbed a bit. Gave me a huge grin winked turned and left.

I couldn’t believe my luck I raced home, did everything I needed to do and as time grew nearer the butterflies in my stomach grew bigger. As I was walking to the meeting point I was apprehensive maybe they were going to turn on me, but somehow I kinda knew they wouldn’t. I came to the edge of the clearing. James was there but no Tom and I started to think I had been set up. As I approached James looked at me his face lit up with a warming smile.

“Glad to see you came.” He said.

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I replied

“It could get better. You got anything planned for the weekend?” I shook my head. “You think you can stay out all weekend?” He asked.

“Yes I think so why?” I asked.

“We will find out now.” He nodded over as Tom appeared at the edge of the clearing and walked over to us.

“We sorted bro?” James asked Tom, but Tom walked past him straight up to me and planted a massive kiss on my lips, sucking my tounge into his mouth and ramming his in mine. We kissed for about five minutes.

“As hot as this is lads are we good Tom?” James interrupted.

Tom broke from me. “I wanted to do that since our last meet.” He said. I blushed. Tom turned and smiled at James “yeah their gone.”

“Cool tell him then.” James nodded to me and Tom turned to me.

“My parents have gone away for the week, you want to stay the weekend?”

I was stunned two hot hunks, one hot weekend. “Yeah.” I said meekly.

“Good.” Tom said

“Is Glen about?” I asked hoping the answer was no.

“Nope he screwed up and has been sent off to his uncles.” James let me know. I was relieved.

“Are we doing anything here now?” I asked.

Tom stood in front of me. “You remember what I said last time?” He smiled at me and pushed me to the bench. I hopped up, lay on my back with my legs over the edge. James got on the bench and straddled me. Tom pulled my shorts down and started licking my cock which didn’t take long to get hard. I started moaning, as James got his cock out. I wasted no time and started sucking the end as Tom went onto my cock taking it all in his mouth. I arched my back and moaned loud. I soon got back and started working on James hard which made him groan. He grabbed my head and and started thrusting going deeper each time. I gagged a couple of times but soon opened my troat enough to take his 12.5 big piece of meat.it wasn’t long before I felt my load build as Tom was working me hard like a pro. I moaned loud as my hot seed build at the base. I briefly came off and shouted. “I’M GONNA CUM.” Tom drove his mouth down hard and that was enough I erupted in his mouth and he swallowed every drop.

Now it was my turn I worked hard on James’s cock. I managed to flip him which meant I was now in control. I looked at Tom and just said. “Fuck me.” His face lit up and he smiled. We adjusted so James was on his back with his legs spread, a foot either side and I was sucking him hard now bent over. Tom drove his warm tounge up my ass and made me moan, I wiggled a bit as his tounge was finding so many good spots to enhance my pleasure. He came out of me and I felt his cock head rest at my entrance and he pushed. It glided in causing a bit of pain but again he waited for me to adjust. I gave him a signal by going back hard on James’s cock. Now James’s back arched and he announced he was close. Tom decided to start smashing me hard and I went down on james , Tom pushed the back of my head and held me on James’s cock as James thrust deeper into my throat. His explosion came quick and he just pumped his hot salty cum into my mouth. Tom held me there so I got all of James’s seed and I could feel his cock soften in my mouth which was still impressive size. We stayed there as Tom was working my ass hard, if my mouth wasn’t full I would have been moaning hard.  Tom was drilling me like a steam train now, I liked his bit of dominant side as he Tom control and held my head on James’s cock. Tom was panting heavy and going like a mad man the sensation was getting me going again but not long enough as he slumped forward threw his cock hard up me and filled me with pleasure and his hot wet sticky cum. Tom was beat. We lay for a while me still with James in my mouth.

Tom finally told me his address and told me to go home get what I needed and come to his. We got up dressed and parted ways. All the way home I could only imagine what I was in for all weekend and I couldn’t wait however there was one last surprise all three of us didn’t count on and boy it was one hell of a surprise.

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“You’re full of shit.” Jasper ended the call, tossing his phone on the bed. He pulled the towel from his waist, and finished toweling off. He stood in front of the mirror, turning side to side, admiring the way the shadows accented the curves of his chest line, and abs. He hadn’t shaved in a couple months, and had quite a bit of stubble around his nipples and down his ab line. He ran his fingers down, feeling the short hairs tickle his fingertips. His pubes were bushly, but he kept them trimmed. He pulled his shaft to the side, checking for any wayward hairs around his balls. Nothing. He went to his closet, and sifted through the button ups and khakis. 

Liam stared at his screen: call ended. “What the fuck?” He scrolled through his insta feed, checking and re checking for any signs of another guy. Random ass quotes, and suit and tie ensembles. He put his phone in his back pocket, and put his helmet on. He rode a few blocks to the coffee shop, parking in the small alley, and locking his vintage Honda moped to the small post outside the back entrance. He walked in, and found a window seat. 

“Hey Liam, what’s up?” Cal walked over casually, hands in the front pockets of his apron. “Jasper’s on some shit. I just need to finish my paper and I’m going over there. Has he said anything to you?” “Nah, I’ve been working more hours here, so my socials are dead zoned. What can I get you?” “Just a black coffee.” “Right on.”

Cal owned the place, and loved the smell of coffee. He was literally obsessed. His parents had named him California, and they lived in a small trailer his whole life, until he left for school, and never came back. He’d ended up starting the shop in the late 90s, and it had been pretty self sustaining until recently, he sought an investor. Jasper had “purchased” half the business, and they’d continued to keep it going. Cal hesitantly agreed to merchandising and marketing. They started with insta giveaways, and reached out to local campus groups and supported causes and charities, and now they were on their fourth location launch. He lived in a loft above the original location, which turned out to be the chill zone for a few of the boys he’d met through the shops. 

Jasper dug through his drawers, and found a pair of dark jeans, and a v neck T. He sprayed his hair, and ran his fingers loosely through, adding a little bit of pouf to his wavy mane. He swiped through profiles on his dating app, finding a faceless torso, with big nipples, and a flat stomach. “Hello, Theo.” He swiped right, and found it was a match. “Hey, what’s up?” Theo messaged him, almost immediately. “Looking for some fun, you?” “Same.” “Cool cool, what are you up to?” “Finishing up at work, and headed to the French Press.” “What? Which loc. I go there all the time.” “I thought you looked familiar. I’m going to the downtown loc. in a few.” “Hmu when you leave and I’ll meet you.” “Kk, see you then.” He smiled, putting his phone in his pocket, and went to the kitchen for a water.

Liam submitted his paper, and packed his macbook, putting the cup and plate in the bin by the garbage can. “Bye Cal.” “Laters!” He got on his moped and headed up town to Jasper’s building. A half hour later, he pulled into the garage, and parked next to Jasper’s car. leaving the helmet on the seat. He nodded to the concierge and waited for the elevator. He went up to Jasper’s floor, and walked down the hall. Jasper opened the door, almost immediately after he knocked, startling him. 

“What are you doing here?” “I’m not fighting with you over the phone.” He walked past him, and hooked his backpack on one of the pub chairs, and leaned against the counter. “Why the short fuse?” “I’m not discussing this.” “So you can accuse me of cheating, but you can’t have a simple conversation?” “You know you fucked that guy.” “I don’t even know ‘that’ guy. You saw me in a picture with him, on someone else’s page, and you automatically assumed I fucked him?” “No, I assumed he fucked you. I know what you like.” “Yeah, well you should know I like you. Just you.” He crossed his arms. “So, do you care to hear about that night?” “Not really.” Jasper pulled his phone out, getting another message from Theo: ‘Headed downtown.’” He put his phone back. “You know Liam, I have to meet someone right now, so this isn’t the best time.” “Huh, it’s that easy to move on?” Jasper rolled his eyes, and walked to the door. “You can let yourself out.”

Liam pulled his phone out and lay back on the sofa. He texted Jasper. “I’m staying here tonight.” “Idc. I may not be back tonight.” He rolled his eyes, and turned the tv on.

Jasper pulled into the parking garage behind the French Press, and headed to the elevator. He heard footsteps behind him, turning to see a slim, blonde guy in really expensive looking clothes walk toward him. “Oh, Jasper?” “Yeah?” “Theo. I was just on my way to meet you.” “Hey, what’s up?” He studied Theo’s light features. Green eyes, light pinkish lips, and small freckles across his nose. Theo had the most glamorous smile. His teeth were either veneers, or he had really maintained them well. “Should we continue to coffee, or would you rather get the party started?” “What did you have in mind?” He felt his dick swelling in his jeans. “I’m down to fuck, if you are. I brought protection.” Jasper cleared his throat, “alright, let’s get out of here.” He put his hand in the small of Theo’s back, and led him toward his car.

“I love a man in a Porsche.” “It’s leased.” “You’re still in it though.” Theo flashed his smile, and got in the passenger seat, as Jasper closed the door behind him. He drove around the block, heading uptown, before he remembered who’d be waiting there. “You like the Ritz?” “Love it. Or we could go to my place.” “I’m cool with whatever.” His dick was almost a full erection, straining against the seams of his jeans. He needed to get off.

Theo put his address in the navigation, and Jasper followed the route. They went to the lower east side, and pulled up at a large duplex. “My roommates are home, but they’re cool.” “Alright.” He got out, and followed Theo up the steps. They went through the foyer, and passed by the large stairwell in the front, down a long hall, to an open living room, and through another door. Theo had a large canopy bed in the middle of the room, and almost no other furniture, except for a lounger and ottoman in the corner, and a large fur rug, that was positioned diagonally under the bed. “Make yourself at home.” Theo unbuttoned his shirt, and dropped it to the floor, working on the buttons of his fly. He pushed his pants down, revealing a large shaft, and balls. He had matching blonde hairs around his crotch and inner thighs. He kicked off his loafers, and stepped out of his pants, climbing into bed. 

Jasper pulled off his t shirt, and unbuttoned his jeans. He was fully hard by now, and pushed his pants down, as he kicked off his boots. He got up into bed, as Theo spread his legs. He kissed Theo’s balls, and pushed his shaft up, licking him up from base to head. “Fuck.” Theo layed back, putting his hands in Jasper’s hair, and pulling playfully. Jasper moaned against the boy’s shaft, and felt him harden quickly. Theo had to be at least eight inches. His dick was thick, and pink, and the short, curly blonde hairs tickled Jasper’s stubbly face. He nuzzled the boy’s crotch, while he licked the head, and took his head in his mouth, moaning. “Fuck.”

Theo looked down, watching Jasper work his mouth over his shaft and head. He loved getting head. He’d noticed Jasper was pretty well endowed. It was refreshing to see a man who didn’t shave his body hair off. Theo was turned on by the masculine men, even though he was on the feminine side. He layed back, and felt the stubbly lips work over his dick. He’d never cum from getting head, but it worked him over pretty well.

Jasper continued kissing, and sucking Theo’s dick. He started to stroke him, feelin pre cum dribble out, tasting the sweet and salty juice of his dick. He moved up the boy’s smooth body, kissing him along the way. Theo moaned and wrapped his arms around Jasper’s neck. Jasper nuzzled his neck, and groaned in his ear. “Where are your condoms? I need to fuck you.” “In my pants pocket.” He got up, and off the bed, feeling the open air against the moist head of his dick. He wiped at the pre cum, and more oozed out. Shit, he was hard. He felt his dick throbbing, while he searched the boy’s pants. He found the pack of condoms, and got back in the bed. 

Theo turned over, pulling his legs up to his sides, and feeling the air on his inner ass. He kept himself shaved clean, and recently invested in a home bleaching kit. His hole was pink and smooth, waiting for penetration. Jasper couldn’t resist the boy’s exposed hole. He dropped the condoms and propped himself on his elbows, bracing himself on either side of the boy’s thighs, pressing his mouth right into the sweet cove of his warm ass. He started licking, and kissing around his throbbing asshole, feeling Theo clenching his ass around his mouth. He sucked on the ass lips, feeling them soften and pucker up. He had his ass completely soaked and throbbing, quickly pulling on a condom, and pushing his dick up against the hole.

Theo felt the pressure of Jasper, pressed against his hole. He was practically begging for entry, after being rimmed. His dick was streaming the sweet pre cum, all over his abs and sheets. He felt the cool wetness against his stomach, and Jasper pulled him back, instantly shoving his dick deep inside Theo’s ass. “Shit!” He cried out, feeling the split second of pain, followed by smooth, but quick thrusts, in and out of him. He buried his face in the pillows, moaning, and reaching his hands up, to press against the shaking headboard. 

Jasper came quickly, slowing his pace, and turning Theo over on his back. He took Theo’d dick in his hands, working the shaft and head, feeling his pre cum coat his hands. He worked his dick over really well, squeezing his fingers into a ring at the tip, and holding it there, while he stroked the shaft with his other hand. Theo put his hands up over his head, pressing against the headboard, and arched his back, as he came, shooting all over his chest and stomach. He grunted, and moaned, pulling his legs up. Jasper hung onto the boy’s dick, feeling him writhe and squirm beneath him. He moved his hands up and down quickly, feeling Theo’d moans and grunts.

Theo couldn’t stop giggling. “Stop!” He slapped at Jasper’s arms and hands, but he kept jerking his sensitive dick. “Fuck, stop it!” He giggled and fell back on the bed, jerking his body up and down. He groaned, and pushed against Jasper, feeling the pressure rise up in his loins, as another orgasm pushed cum out of the head of his dick. “God damnit!” He curled up, looking down as his dick pulsed out more cum. His dick was bright red, and he had cum everywhere. He looked at Jasper, pleading, as he felt his hands let go of his dick. He fell back, pulling his legs up, and curling into a ball, letting his body shake. He was covered in sweat, and cum. He breathed heavily into the pillows, feeling Jasper’s warm body up behind him. 

Jasper’s dick was still hard, as he cradled Theo in his arms. He nestled his shaft between the boy’s ass cheeks, as he softened. He nuzzled the boy’s neck, and breathed in the slight musk odor, and heavy cum stench. He heard the door knob turning, and looked over, as a man stood in the door way. “I heard you yelling, sorry.” The form backed out of the doorway, “no, it’s ok, Sam?” Sam was tall, black, and beautiful. He stepped into the light of the room. “Shit you guys made a mess.” Sam approached the bed slowly, as Jasper pushed against Theo, hiding himself against the boy’s body. “This is Jasper. He’s not staying.” Jasper was taken aback, but sat up, pulling off the condom, and dropping it on Theo’s side. “That’s right. I have to get going.” He felt Sam’s eyes on him, while he slid off the bed, and got dressed, piece by piece. He turned to say goodbye, but Sam was hovering over Theo’s naked body, pulling the blanket and sheets up over him. 

He found his way out, and got in his car. He could smell cum and sweat, and headed to the gym to shower. He was only a few blocks away. He went to his locker, and stuffed his dirty clothes in the laundry bag, finding his kit. He went to the nearest spout, and turned on the steaming hot water. He quickly showered, and grabbed a towel from the table, walking back to his locker. There was an older patron across from him, and he smiled at Jasper, as he turned to pull on his underwear. He slipped the briefs up under the towel, feeling his fall away, before he was covered. He glanced up quickly, seeing the older man watching him. He turned away, although it was too late. He heard the man clear his throat as he finished dressing.

“I’m Lorenzo.” “Jasper.” He reached across, shaking the man’s extended hand. “I couldn’t help but notice your boots. You have good taste.” “Thank you.” He pulled on his boots, and tucked in his shirt. “Do you work out here often?” “When I have the time.” “I just switched locations. I bought an apartment across the street, so it made sense to move here, and I think I made a good choice.” Lorenzo had a handsome face, although aged, it was well groomed, and he had fewer wrinkles than a normal man his age. He seemed to be of Latin decent, but Jasper couldn’t be sure. He had a nice build for an older man, with a small patch of graying chest hairs, large dark nipples, and a very toned stomach, and arms. Lorenzo finished buttoning his shirt, and told Jasper about his business. He owned a few galleries and suburban apartment buildings outside of the city. 

They exchanged cards, and Jasper headed back home. He was anticipating a continuation of the argument he’d been having with Liam, but found that he’d fallen asleep watching the news. He smiled, and shut the tv off, draping a throw blanket over Liam, and headed toward the kitchen. He made a drink, and headed to his office. He was viewing reports and prototypes from the advertising agency he was working with, when he heard Liam enter the room. He turned to see his disheveled hair, framing a concerned look on his face. “I’m sure you don’t care anymore, but I’m standing by what I said. I never slept with that guy.” “It’s ok.” Jasper held his hand out, and Liam walked over, taking it. He pulled him back, on his lap, and kissed his cheek. “It’s over and done with. We’re two totally different guys, who have great sex, but we’re really not right for each other.” Liam turned his head, “you really don’t think so?” “I know we’re not.” Jasper smiled. “It doesn’t mean we’re not good friends. I genuinely care about you, but we don’t get along, and I need to be able to do my thing, and not feel the pressure of having a relationship right now.” Liam looked down. “You’re important to me, Liam, but I’m always distracted, I’m busy, and half the time, you end up hanging out here alone, and I always have to check up on you.” “You really don’t.” Liam looked up at him. “I think you just want to not be locked down, and that’s ok, just own it.” He got up, and walked toward the door. “Liam…” “I’ll just get my stuff.”

Jasper got up, and followed Liam to the bedroom. “You can still come over whenever you want, and leave your things here. I like having you around.” “If we’re not together, I’m just going to get confused, and want what I can’t have.” He looked Jasper up and down. Jasper nodded. “Just think about it. We can still hangout and have fun. I just don’t want the commitment.” 

Liam turned away, walking toward the closet, and held back a tear. He grabbed a couple things, and then put them back. He knew the sex was great, and Jasper had never been fully invested in the relationship, so what else was new? He walked back to Jasper, and gave him a hug. “Ok, let’s just try it out, and the worst case scenario, we end up hating each other, and we both move on.” Jasper smiled, “Ok, deal. But you know you love me.” He put his hand on his crotch, “and you love when I put my dick in you.” Liam couldn’t help but smile, and pushed past him.

“Well, I’m going to my place, to get ready for tonight. Are you going out for Gabe’s birthday?” “Yeah, I’ll be out. Want me to pick you up?” “Sure, but don’t leave me there, when you find some skank to go home with.” “Fuck you.” Liam rolled his eyes, and grabbed his phone, letting himself out. 

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He grunted, as he shot his load deep in the boy’s ass. He held still, feeling his dick throb up and down, pumping the boy full of his seed. He even held his breath a little, feeling the sweat dripping off his face, and chin. He let his breath out, slowly lowering himself over the boy’s shaking, sweaty body. “Fuck, that was good. Fuck, I love you.” 

Gabe almost completely covered Weston. He was 6’5″ 260 pounds, and in the best shape of his life. He was about to turn 30, and never felt better. He pulled his leg up, and over the petite frame, and ran his fingers down the boy’s chest. Weston was more on the thin side, just the way he liked. He had a full head of dark brown curly hair. Weston sighed deeply pressing back against Gabe’s strong chest. He moaned, and pulled him as close as possible. “I love being inside you.” He stayed hard for awhile, enjoying the warmth of Weston’s tight little ass. He flexed his dick up and down, feeling the boy’s sphincter tighten around him. “Fuck, I love when you do that.” “Me too.” Weston pulled his arms up, cupping his hands around Gabe’s thick forearms. He could smell their sex in the air, and enjoyed it. Gabe was practically living with him, and he loved his musky scent being left in the sheets, bathroom, and living room. 

Gabe played rugby for a private, local team, and worked out regularly. He had an apartment downtown, but always ended up on the east side, at Weston’s. They weren’t together, but they were. Gabe liked it this way. He was out to his team, and friends, but would never bring a boy home to meet his parents. They were a business family, from the midwest, and it would be frowned upon. He always felt better when he was at Weston’s. It was a small apartment, but cozy. 

Weston worked for an art gallery downtown, and was on commission. He’d been doing pretty well, but kept his expenses low, ‘just in case’. He’d met Gabe out one night, and instantly fell in love. Gabe had everyone’s attention, at all times. He’d run interference one night for Weston, and probably saved his life. Some homeless men had been pushing the boy around, and had already confiscated his phone, and jacket. He got the items back, and landed a few punches to a couple of the men, knocking a few teeth out, and almost breaking another’s arm. He carried Weston home that night, and cleaned him up, putting him to bed, and stayed the night. Never met him before, never knew his name, until the next morning. It was the best thing he’d ever done. He’d actually fallen in love, but he’d never tell anyone.

Weston arched his back, stretching out his arms, and smiling. He felt Gabe tighten his grip around him, and gave in to his strength. They stayed in bed for the longest time. The sunlight had faded into dark, and the street lights were shining in circles through the windows. Weston felt the looseness of Gabe’s grip, and sat up, feeling Gabe’s softened dick pulling out of his ass. He felt the wetness, and slid to the edge of the bed, turning on the lamp on the side table. He turned back, admiring Gabe’s dick, and pulling the sheets up over his naked body. 

He stepped into the hot steam of the shower, feeling the hot water pulse over his body. He stood in the middle, directly under the overhead spout, raining down on him. He felt a cool breeze, and then Gabe was standing over him, arms around his chest, running a hand down his back. “You wanna wash my stink off you?” “I just wanted to get a head start on getting ready for your party.” “Aw babe, you should’ve woken me up.” “I literally just stepped in. No worries.” He turned around, reaching around Gabe’s waist. They washed each other off, and stepped out, toweling each other off.

Weston wrapped a towel around Gabe’s waist, pulling it back and forth, working his way down. He let go of one end, and toweled off in between his muscled thighs, and up under his balls, and shaft. Gabe started getting hard, and by the time Weston dried off his legs, and worked his way back up, all seven inches of Gabe’s dick was looking right at him. “I think he wants a kiss.” “I think he needs to go down. Do you even have any cum left? You soaked the sheets.” “Babe, for you, I’ve got as many loads as you can take.” Weston squirmed a little, and smiled. He had to admit, it was sexy the way Gabe liked to fuck constantly. One night he fucked him three times, and he couldn’t even take it anymore. 

They went back to the bedroom, and started getting ready. Gabe stood naked by the closet, still hard. He was looking at what he had at Weston’s, but most of it was casual, or workout stuff. He found one of Weston’s v neck sweaters, and pulled it on, stretching it to the max. “How would this look?” He turned around, and Weston laughed. “You’ll definitely get more attention. Also, you’re still hard, and as tempting as that is, you should take care of it, before we leave.” “Or you could take care of it?” Gabe furrowed his brows, and shrugged, looking sheepish. “I just took a shower, and I don’t want a sticky mess in my pants, while I’m trying to dance.”

Gabe stepped closer, as he grabbed his shaft. “I just need some assistance, smart ass.” He grabbed Weston’s hand, putting it on his warm shaft. “Please?” Weston rolled his eyes, playfully, and started to stroke his dick. Gabe put his hands behind his ass, and looked down, watching Weston’s hands work over his dick. He had a thick bush, and treasure trail, and had hairy legs, which continued back behind his ass. He flexed his dick, watching the excitement grow on Weston’s face. 

He was feeling closer and closer to cumming, as he glanced around looking for their towels. Weston followed Gabe’s eyes, and saw the towels on the floor, but as he let go to reach over, he heard a quick gasp from Gabe, and felt the pulsing cum shooting against his stomach. “Fuck babe…” He looked up, seeing Gabe’s eyes roll back in his head. He looked down, seeing a couple more spurts of cum, and then some drizzle, dropping to the floor. His stomach was covered, and his underwear were soaked with Gabe’s cum. A familiar pungent odor rose to his nostrils. “Shit, I’m so sorry babe.” “It’s….It’s ok.” Weston didn’t move. He felt sticky, and immediately pushed his underwear down, letting it drop to the messy floor.

Gabe cupped one hand around the head of his, still pulsing dick, and moved quickly, to grab the towels. He came back, and started mopping up Weston’s crotch. He dropped the other towel to the floor, and worked his foot in a circular motion, soaking up what he could. Weston went back to the bathroom, and washed himself off at the sink. Gabe hurriedly got dressed, and came in, standing at the toilet to pee. His clear stream forcibly hit the water, and he felt a soothing rush through his urethra. “Fuck, I love a good piss after I cum.” “You’re a pig,” Weston smiled and walked back to his room. He pulled on fresh underwear, and some dark jeans, and a sweater. He slipped on some loafers, and grabbed a jacket, while Gabe dug around for some socks. 

Weston was three sizes smaller, but their clothes often got mixed in the laundry. He didn’t mind doing Gabe’s laundry, but he didn’t always have time to organize and separate them. He helped Gabe find socks, and they shut the lights off, on their way out. 

They got to the club, and went in through the back. Their friend Cameron owned the place, and waved for them to come up to the VIP area. The security guy opened the rope, and they walked up the short stairwell to the loungers. “Happy birthday bud!” Cam gave Gabe a hug. He smiled at Weston, turning to him, and giving him a short hug, and back pat. They sat, and Gabe and Cam talked about work, and the team stats for the next season. Weston was getting into the music, and watched for their friends. Liam arrived a couple minutes later, wearing a dotted shirt, and skinny tie, tucked into some ripped up skinny jeans. He joined the guys, and filled Weston in on what was going on.

“Just play it cool, but we’re officially not together anymore.” “That sucks! I’m sorry.” Weston gave him a hug. “It’s fine. I just need to meet more people, and stay busy. I’ll be fine.” They were talking, when Weston stopped, and stared toward the entrance. Liam turned to see what he was staring at. Jasper was walking in, with a tall, skinny blonde guy, in a sheer fitted shirt, and tuxedo pants, with some embellished loafers, and a fringed sash at his waist. He was beautiful, and glamorous. 

“I didn’t know he was into fem guys.” Weston tried not to contribute, but it just came out. “I didn’t either,” Liam loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top button. “What the fuck?” Weston shrugged. 

Liam didn’t know Jasper would move on that quickly. Or maybe they were just friends? Jasper saw the guys, and waved. Gabe waved back, and nudged Weston excitedly. “Oh boy,” Weston turned back to Liam, who was on his phone, pretending to not pay attention. “So, we’re dancing then?” “I think I’ll just stay for a little bit, and go.” Liam looked mortified. “No..You’re staying, and we’re dancing.” Jasper stood before them. “Hey guys, what’s up?” Weston looked up and smiled, forcibly. “I don’t know Jasper, what’s up?” Jasper glanced over at Liam, who was still on his phone. “Yeah…Ok.” He smiled, as Gabe stood up, and gave him a hug. “Thanks for coming out man!” “Yeah, no problem boss!” 

Jasper sat on the opposite side of Gabe, as he and Cameron continued their conversation. Cam excused himself after awhile, and said he had to greet some new guests he was trying to get to sponsor his club. He walked down the steps, and Jasper moved in closer to Gabe. They spoke in low tones, while Liam stayed on his phone, and Weston watched for more of their friends. Sam and Tony arrived together, holding hands, and joined the rest of the crew. They worked at the salon Gabe went to, to get his haircut regularly. Sam always gave him the best cuts, and he’d invited him and his boyfriend to join them.

“What are you doing here?!” Sam tapped Jasper’s shoulder, as he looked up, shocked. “How do you two know each other?” Gabe asked. “He was just fucking my friend Theo this afternoon.” Sam giggled, and threw his head back dramatically. He was very feminine, but had beautiful features. Liam’s look changed from surprise to insulted, as he lowered his head, sending Weston a quick message: ‘We literally broke up a couple hours ago.’ Weston texted back: ‘Wait, so he fucked someone while you were still together?’ ‘son of a bitch. I’m sorry, but I’m leaving.’ Liam got up, and excused himself. “Wait,” Jasper stood up and followed him down the stairs.  

Sam shrugged, and leaned down to hug Gabe. “Happy birthday sexy.” Gabe smiled, and kissed Sam on the cheek. “How are you guys?” Tony smiled, and shook Gabe’s hand. “Good, good. Sam and I got you a little something.” He handed a small box to Gabe, who hurriedly opened it. He pulled out a vintage lapel pin, with a bird on it. “Fucking awesome!” he pinned his sweater, and hugged Tony and Sam. “Hey babe, you remember Sam?” He turned to reached for Weston’s hand, who stood to greet them. “Yes, hi again!” The music was getting louder, and the guys all sat in the loungers, talking across the small sitting area. “Sorry about the drama!” Sam yelled, rolling his eyes. “It’s fine, they’ve got their own thing going on,” Gabe yelled back. Weston got up to go to the bathroom, and Gabe excused himself, and followed him down. 

The bathroom was a lot quieter, and they stood next to each other at the urinals. “What the fuck is going on with those two?” “Jasper broke up with Liam this afternoon, after fucking that boy barbie that he was with.” “Yeah, what’s up with that? That’s not even his type.” “I don’t even know, but I’m staying out of it.” They buttoned up and went to the sink, as one of the stalls opened, and Theo stepped out, smiling brightly at them.

“So I heard it’s your birthday?” He looked up, winking at Gabe. “Yeah, dirty thirty.” “Well happy birthday,” he nudged Gabe. Weston turned away, toweling his hands off, and glancing at Gabe, as he walked out. Gabe followed closely behind, as he glanced back, seeing Theo adjusting his sash. 

“Babe,” he followed closely behind Weston. “Do you think that guy is a prostitute?” “I have no idea, but he needs to back off.” “Babe, he’s not even my type.” Weston turned and relaxed his face, feeling his cheeks flush. “I know, I just…” “You just nothing. It’s fine. We can go if you want?” “No, it’s your birthday, I’m a big boy. I’ll be fine.” Gabe smiled, “that’s right. Let’s go dance.” 

The dance floor was packed, and they worked they’re way to their favorite corner. Gabe was grinding hard against Weston’s ass, and he could feel his dick hardening behind him. He turned back around, and stepped back, just enough. “Easy there, big boy.” Gabe shrugged and smiled. “You make me excited.” “Well, that’s fine, but I don’t want these little boys getting their minds full of ideas.” Gabe giggled, and twirled Weston around, pulling him back against him.

They made their way back up to VIP, and saw that Liam had re joined them. Sam was straddled over Tony’s lap, and they were making out, with Tony’s hands down the back of Sam’s pants. “I didn’t think there was any room in there for more.” Liam nudged Weston. “That’s why God invented stretch denim.” 

The night was coming to an end, and the boys all said goodbye to each other. Gabe pulled up, and Weston opened the door to get in. “Are you going to be alright?” He hugged Liam. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. I’m glad he showed his true colors before it was a big investment of my time.” “True.” They hugged again, and Weston got in the car. 

Liam waved as they took off, and felt his phone vibrating. “Hello?” “Hey Liam, I’m sorry I hurt you.” “You’re not but it’s ok. I’m still out, so I’ll talk to you later.” He ended the call, and turned to go back in, seeing Theo standing off to the side. “Hey boy, hey.” Theo was smoking a cigarette, and as disgusting of a habit as it was, Liam couldn’t help but notice how glamorous he was. “You’re kind of a lot, aren’t you?” “I’m enough is what I am.” Theo stepped forward, unbuttoning another button of his shirt. “You wanna fuck?” “I’m…not really into all this,” Liam waved his hand in a circular motion in front of Theo. Theo smiled, and shrugged. “It’s fine. Little boys are trainable. I can work with this.” He returned the gesture.

Liam walked past him, and into the club. He danced for a few songs, and then stepped down, finding a seat at one of the tables. “You’re quite attractive,” he turned to see an older Latino gentleman sitting near him. “Thank you.” “Lorenzo,” the man reached his hand out toward him. “Liam.” “Are you here, solo, Liam?” “I am.” “I enjoy the company of younger men.” “I’m not a prostitute.” Lorenzo laughed, “I’m not offering to pay for your time.” “Oh, well, what did you have in mind?” “You can join me for an after club cuddle, and see where the evening takes us?” 

Lorenzo was quite handsome, and he was just in the mood to spend time with a stranger. He nodded, and stood up, Lorenzo following after. “I have a car here,” Lorenzo handed his ticket to the valet. “Oh, I brought these,” Liam pointed to his boots. Lorenzo let out a little laugh, and nodded. “What size do you wear?” “44” “Excellent.” 

A G63 SUV pulled up, and the valet got out. Lorenzo opened the passenger door, and motioned for Liam to get in. Liam kept his cool, and got in. Lorenzo walked around, and got in the driver’s side. “Do you like the Ritz?” “I’ve been there a few times. But like I said…” “I know you’re not a prostitute.” Liam smiled, and nodded, as they headed further downtown.

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In 1956 East Texas, the word “gay” was unknown as it now refers to the male homosexual community:  the word “queer”, however, was known and popular and aimed at guys in either a joking or an accusatory manner.  I had learned to suck dick in  the Boy Scouts; we had two high school seniors as assistant leaders, and they loved blow jobs.  I was not sure about the hows, whens and whys of sucking a dick, but I have always been curious and a quick learner.  Unfortunately, I was also very naïve and did not bother to hid my proclivity for cock sucking.  Now mind you, I was not the only cock sucker in my troop, just the most eager!  This would come back to haunt me later in high school as some of the guys I gave blow jobs to just couldn’t keep that fact to themselves!  Resulted in hurt feelings and panicked moments on my part for several years.

Charles was tall, hairy chested, handsome, and lived across the street from me. We went riding one day in his dad’s new ’55 Chevy Belair hard top, turquoise and white (of course). Charles drove us down a deserted street and parked at the edge of a pasture outside the city limits. After some meaningless conversation, he casually asked if I would suck his dick!  I readily agreed and he pulled out a 8″ throbber with foreskin intact.  I was mesmerized; I suppose that this was the biggest dick I have ever seen, it was hard, and it was mine to play with.  Charles scooted down in the seat, loosening his jeans, and sliding them off his hips and down to his ankles.  And he also had a big nut sac just full of testicles!  I was in hog heaven!

I licked the head and began to suck.  As I sucked, his foreskin slipped back and I ran my tongue all over the head of his dick; I could tell he was into it, as he moaned and kept pushing my head onto his dick.  I could not take it’s full length in my mouth, but I tried. After about 2 or 3 minutes, he let me know he was about to cum.  Too late!! At the same instant he spoke, his dick sent volleys of cum into my mouth.  While I had never tasted any cum except my own, it was a delightful experience.  He pulled his dick free, opened the car door and stood to pee.  Now this was when I was a sophomore in high school and Charles was a junior.  I continued to suck his dick for the next few year; he went into the USMC, and the last blow job I gave him was on the afternoon of his wedding.  This is a vivid memory even though it happened over 60 years ago.

Out With a Bang

I was in a bind. The minor league hockey team I was playing for had just informed me they were sending me up to the next level. That meant a move from Los Angeles to Boston. Normally this kind of news would make my day, but there was one thing in the way. A big thing.

Two years ago I moved to LA straight out of college. I’d gone to school in Minnesota on a hockey scholarship, but all the time growing up in Duluth my dream was to be an actor. A movie star. The next Brad Pitt or something. I’d done some plays in high school, so I figured I’d give it a shot. I mean, it’s not like I’m not good looking or anything. People tell me I have that ‘All American Boy Next Door Look.’ I’m 6’2, 180 pounds, with light brown hair and brown eyes, and having played sports all my life, I have a pretty decent body.

But breaking into show business wasn’t as easy I as I thought it would be. I went on countless auditions and rarely ever got a call back. Sometimes I think the only reason I ever got in the door was because I’m as good looking as I am.

I got frustrated and disillusioned with the whole idea of show business, and decided to fall back on what I did best: hockey. I tried out for – and made – the Los Angeles Lightning, a second level minor league team. It wasn’t the majors or anything, but hell, it was a paycheck and I was playing again. It also allowed me to keep going on auditions.

That’s when I got what I thought was my ‘big break.’ I was leaving an audition one day, confident I wasn’t going to get the part, when this hot chick approached me. She said she worked for a production company that made specialty internet movies and said I had the ‘look’ they were going for and wondered if I would be interested.

I wasn’t sure what she meant by ‘specialty internet movies’ and that was probably my first mistake. Even though I graduated from college, I was pretty naïve about the way the world worked. And I was probably too trusting, because it didn’t take much convincing for her to sell me on the idea. She explained the movies were mostly fetish stuff. Short 15-30 minute videos where a good looking guy lets his girlfriend tie him up and tickle him, or a guy gets kidnapped by some hot babes. Cheesy shit like that. And that’s exactly what it sounded like to me: cheesy shit.

I told her that wasn’t the kind of actor I wanted to be, but she reminded me that a lot of people broke into films by doing lousy TV or commercials, and then she went on to name a bunch of people I admired and some of the shit jobs they started out doing. I finally agreed and within a few hours I was all signed up.

So far I’ve made seven of these crappy movies. I’m glad they’re only available online because they’re terrible. In every one I’m chloroformed (fake) or drugged (again, fake) or knocked out by some hot chick and then tied up and tickled.

I don’t mind the girls, but I’m ticklish and one time this chick I was filming with realized just how ticklish I was and wouldn’t untie me when the director called “cut.” She kept tickling me until I was panting and gasping and almost shot my load. I was pissed but she and Terry (he’s the owner of the company as well as the director) and all the crew thought it was funny. Yeah, not so much for me though.

But the biggest problem I had was they always stripped me when I was tied up. Just to my underwear, but even that was bad enough. I guess I’m too modest or something. The first time it happened I objected, but Terry told me to grow up. ‘At least you don’t have to be naked,’ he’d said. ‘And besides, it’s only underwear.’

I also made the dumb mistake of wearing briefs that first time out and it was embarrassing as fuck because I boned up big time as soon as the chick started tickling me, and then I had to put up with the crew making digs about my ‘tighty whities’ and calling me ‘boner boy’ between takes. After that first movie I made a point to wear navy blue or black boxer briefs.

The first movie turned out to be a hit with the internet crowd and generated a lot of fan interest. They offered me twice what they gave me for the first movie if I did a follow up and I said yes. Of course, what I didn’t know at the time was the majority of the fans were gay men. I had no idea what I was doing would have so much appeal to pervs.

I agreed to a third movie and soon Terry talked me into signing a contract. And it’s that contract that was now holding up my new hockey career. Well, I figured I’d have to get out of the it. How hard could that be? I’d already made seven movies for them and that should be enough. Terry seemed pretty reasonable and I’m sure if I talked to him there would be no problem getting out of my contract.

Boy, was I wrong!

I decided to talk to Terry the day I was scheduled to shoot my next movie. I threw on a robe and knocked on his office door.

I sat down on the couch across from him and waited for him to finish his phone call. It wasn’t until he was off the phone that he told me he could see straight up my legs to my package. Shit, had he been checking me out the whole time? I knew he was gay, but he had a boyfriend so what was he doing with the roving eye?

“What can I do for you, Brendon?” he asked.

“Look Terry,” I said, stammering a little. “I’m just going to be upfront about this: the Lightning are moving me up to the next level.”

“That’s great,” he said, “but what does that have to do with anything here?”

I sighed. “The new team is in Boston and they want me there next week.”

“That’s going to tough, Brendon,” he said. “You realize you signed a one-year contract and it’s only been four months so far.”

“Yeah,” I said, “but I figured I’ve already made seven movies for you and today will be eight. That’s a lot. You’ve got other guys working for you, don’t you?”

Terry nodded. “Yes, I do, but you’re our number one guy.”

“I am?” I was surprised and, to be honest, a little flattered.

“You are, but that’s not the issue here,” he said firmly. “You signed a contract and you’re legally bound to fulfill the terms of that contract. If you want to move Boston that’s your choice, but I guess you can fly in for shoots.”

“Yeah?” I asked. “You’d fly me in?”

He laughed and shook his head. “No, you’d be responsible for your own airfare and lodging.

This wasn’t going at all the way I’d expected. “Come on, Terry,” I pleaded. “I can’t afford that. Can’t you just let me out of my contract? Please? I’ve done everything you’ve asked even when it was humiliating as hell and I’ve never asked for anything.”

“I think you’ve been paid fairly for your troubles,” Terry said, his voice sounded a bit clipped.

“It’s not that,” I said, exasperated. “I just feel like a piece of meat sometimes. I didn’t know in the beginning what I was getting into and to be honest, I feel kind of dirty knowing there’s a bunch of fags out there getting off over it.”

Terry sat up ramrod straight, took in a quick breath through his nose and pursed his lips. I cringed, figuring my use of the word ‘fags’ had taken it too far. But then he sighed and sat back. “Tell you what, Brendon,” he said, and I was relieved he sounded so cool. “I’ll think about it. Why don’t you finish getting ready for the shoot, okay? I’ll make a few calls and let you know in a little while.”

With that glimmer of hope I stood up to leave. Terry was picking up his phone to make a call when I left his office.

It was about forty-five minutes later when Terry walked up to me. “Good news,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. “I talked to the producers and they’ve agreed to let you out of your contract after this movie.”

“Really” I said. “You mean all I have to do is make this last movie and that’s it?”

Terry nodded and I gave him a hug. “Thank you!”

“But there’s a slight change,” he said as I released him.

“Anything,” I said quickly, so happy. “What is it?”

“Okay, you know in the opening scene when Pam knocks you out while you’re on the couch wearing those boxer briefs?” he said, and I nodded. “Well, you’re gonna be dressed instead.

And then, after she knocks you out she’ll strip you and tie you up.”

“Cool. So I can get dressed then, right?”

“Not so fast,” Terry said. “Instead of what you’re wearing, I want you wearing briefs.”

My shoulders slumped. “Really? Tighty whities? Come on, Terry.”

“Look Brendon,” he said. “You’re getting what you want. We’re releasing you from your contract almost eight months movies early. I think this is the least you can do.”

“You’re right,” I said. “I’m sorry.”

“Okay. Let’s just forget about it,” he said. “I sent Paul over to Macy’s to pick up some briefs. We’ll start as soon as he gets back.”

Now I was excited. A few more hours and I was done! Despite the money I got from doing these movies, they were pretty demeaning and I regretted ever signing that damn contract.

Paul was back a few minutes later and handed me a three-pack of Tommy Hilfiger briefs. I took them and went back to my dressing room.

I almost never wear briefs unless I’m going to the gym or for a run. I pretty much stopped wearing them when I got to high school. If you ask me, they’re pretty gay.

I opened the package and slipped on a pair. Hmmm… okay, so they were softer than the ones I wear to the gym and fit a whole helluva lot better, too. My dick is six inches or so when soft and I’ve got pretty big balls, but these briefs cupped them just right and made them feel snug and cozy. I checked myself out in the mirror and liked how they made my butt and package look. Nice. I tossed the remaining two into my bag to take home.

I finished getting dressed and went out to find Terry to let him know I was ready.

The way the scene was set up had me sitting on the couch watching TV while Pam snuck up behind me and knocked me out with chloroform. Terry always told me I ‘went out’ better than most people. Said I made it look authentic. That was probably the only thing I was proud of in doing these schlocky films.

The set was pretty basic: couch, entertainment center, and bed. After Pam ragged me she would drag me to the bed, undress me and tie me up. Terry asked if we had any questions and we didn’t, so he called for quiet on the set and told us to take our places.

I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. I was surprised it actually worked and stoked that it was tuned to ESPN. The Minnesota Wild were playing. Bonus!

“And … Action!”

All I had to do was sit and watch TV and as soon as the cloth was pressed to my face, struggle and pretend to pass out. No big deal. Since this was my last movie I decided I’d make it extra good.

I could hear Pam’s footsteps over the game on the TV and started mentally counting down the seconds. One … two … and then a foul-smelling cloth was clamped over my nose and mouth.

“What the…” I started to say, but quickly realized something was wrong. The cloth stank and – oh fuck – was this real chloroform? “Mmmpphh!!!!”

I tried to buck Pam off me but the hand tightened. This wasn’t Pam. She wasn’t this strong. This had to be a guy. What the hell?!

I reached up with both hands to try to pry the cloth away, but I’d already gotten a good dose of the chloroform and whoever was holding it was pretty strong. Another set of hands grabbed my hands and held them down.

I was starting to feel light-headed and woozy. The hand holding the rag didn’t let up and I could feel myself getting weaker and more tired. Within a few seconds I was drifting in and out of consciousness.

“Cut!” I vaguely heard. There was a pounding in my head, kind of like when you hold a seashell up to your ear, and I could barely move.

“Is he unconscious?” somebody asked as my eyelid was lifted. I tried to see who it was but I couldn’t focus. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

“No,” another voice said, “but he’s pretty out of it and will be for a few minutes. That should be enough time.”

I felt my body being lifted from the couch and I was drag-walked to the bed. Something was put to my lips – a bottle of some sort – and my mouth was forced open and a liquid poured in. A hand stroked my throat and I began to swallow the juice.

I was eased onto my back and as the chloroform began to wear off, I felt something else starting to take over. Whatever was in the bottle must’ve been drugged because I was starting to feel warm and shiny.

I felt hands unbuckle my belt while more started to unbutton my shirt and I began to panic.

“What’re you doing?” I slurred. Whatever had been the juice was really doing a number on me now. I felt like I was floating. Then the button on my pants was undone and my zipper was pulled down and … and suddenly it was no big deal at all.

My shirt was stripped off and my pants were down at my ankles. I was hauled to my feet and held up by strong hands on both sides. I opened my eyes and saw Terry coming over. What was happening? I tried to talk but couldn’t make my mouth work.

Terry was in front of me now. He reached out and gave my nuts a squeeze through my briefs. The hell?!

“Okay guys,” he said, “let’s get his pants off.”

They laid me back down on the bed, took off my shoes and socks and then my pants. I was naked now except for my underwear.

“Unhhh…” I moaned and I began to writhe, finally able to move.

“What did you give him,” somebody, Kirk I think his name was, asked.

“A nice dose of GHB,” Terry replied and it sounded like he was smiling. “He’s flying so high he doesn’t even know where the hell he is. In the movie it’ll look like he’s hammered. He’ll be nice and obedient, though. And horny. Nice side effects of the drug. It’ll even look like he’s enjoying himself.”

I was pulled back to my feet and held in place by a couple of the guys. Terry came over and stood next to me. He clapped his hands. “Gentlemen, your attention please!” he called out. “As you may have heard, Brendon here is moving on to bigger and better things and this will be his last movie with us. You can see there’s been a bit of a change to the script, and we’ve changed the title as well. The new title is ‘Out With a Bang.’” There was a burst of laughter and then he continued. “Now don’t worry, you’ll all get your turn, so be patient.”

He reached down and started stroking me through my briefs. I felt myself getting hard and groaned in embarrassment.

“Let’s get this underwear off and the cameras rolling, okay?”

I was carried back to the bed where the briefs were yanked down and I was eased down onto my back. I was stark naked and spread eagle when a set of lips began to play with and nibble my nipples while a hand grabbed my cock and started to jerk on it, and another began to tug on my nuts.

I opened my mouth to cry out, but somebody grabbed my face and shoved a cock in deep. More hands roamed all over my body and I started to feel really tingly. Something was very wrong! I shouldn’t be feeling good like this!

The dick pulled out of my mouth as I was lifted off the bed and tied to some kind of wooden structure that hand me on all fours, but left my dick, ass and upper body exposed. Somebody got down under me and began to suck my cock. I tried to cry out again, but somebody yanked on my hair and another dick slipped between my protesting lips and suddenly I was being face-fucked.

I could hear voices all around me, but they seemed to all blend into one. Two small brown bottles were put up to my nostrils and I was forced to inhale from them. It felt like fireworks were going off in my head and my body began to vibrate with excitement.

“Unnnnhhh…” I moaned, my voice still muffled by the dick in my mouth. My head was spinning round and round. I was given several more hits from those little bottles before they were taken away.

The dick in my mouth slid out, only to be replaced by another, and the face-fucking started all over. The first guy hadn’t come, thank God, but the second guy did, almost immediately, and I found myself forced to swallow. I wanted to vomit but couldn’t.

The first guy was still there and he was furiously jerking off as he watched me being skull-fucked. Suddenly he yelped and shot his load all over my face! The cock in my mouth pulled out and yet another one took its place. There seemed to be a never-ending supply of dick filling my mouth. If cum wasn’t being shot down my throat it was being sprayed across my face or onto my body.

Hand after hand pumped away at my dick, which was so hard. I bet they slipped some Viagra into whatever they made me drink because there’s no way some fag could ever get me hard! But I was, and every time I shot off it was either wiped on my chest or smeared across my face.

Soon I was covered in cum, my own as well as others’. It was in my hair, up my nose, and in my ears. It was rubbed all over my body and even into my ass crack.

A finger coated with some kind of lubricant jabbed at my asshole and I squirmed in pain. Then a second finger joined it and began to stretch and pull. I don’t know how long they spent prepping me because whatever was in the brown bottles they kept shoving under my nose had me in a daze.

But then I felt hands on my hips and something thick and blunt against my entrance. Oh my God… My hole was wet and slick and the dick thrust its way in.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out as it pushed past the ring of muscle. Even with the drugs I’d been given and the fumes from those bottles, I could feel it. I tried to cry out again, but another dick was shoved into my mouth and all I could do was moan and take it.

My dick was licked and my balls were sucked into somebody’s mouth. Then they were spit out and a hand began to slap and flick at them. I was in agony and tried to scream, but the only thing that came out was a gagging sound that sounded like a gargle.

They fucked me like I was some chick. Especially Terry, who took his time. But his cock raked over something inside me that made me quiver and moan and make my dick go super hard. He laughed and kept aiming at the spot. He called me all kinds degrading names, and the rest of the guys, lined up and waiting their turn, laughed and joined in. The only saving grace in this whole ordeal was they were wearing condoms.

When Terry pulled out somebody else immediately took his place and the fucking started all over again. In and out, in and out, in and out. It was nonstop for I don’t know how long. It seemed like every stroke was hitting that magic button inside of me and I couldn’t help but moan because it was feeling good now.

I felt like some kind of cheap whore. As much as I wished it would stop, I was starting to get off on how good it felt to be fucked. What the hell was wrong with me?

I might have passed out a couple of times, but Terry made sure to keep me coherent. Even so, I lost track of how many cocks I took in my ass and down my throat.

The last thing I remember was Terry using more chloroform on me.

I woke up several hours later in my own bed. My head throbbed, my ass hurt, and my jaw felt like it was out of joint. I was covered in cum and wearing just the briefs I’d been given for the shoot.

I crawled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. I almost didn’t recognize myself in the mirror! My hair was all spiked up with what I assumed was dried cum and there was still more on me – not yet dried – that glistened on my face, neck, chest… shit, even under my armpits! I felt sticky and tacky all over. And my neck was covered in hickeys. I dropped to my knees and hurled into my toilet.

My ass burned and I gingerly slid the briefs down. What the fuck? As I pulled the briefs away, grossed out at much cum was in them, I stared in shock. My pubes were gone. They shaved my crotch? What the holy fuck?!

I staggered into the shower and turned the taps on full blast, letting the hot water wash all the jizz off me. I stood there until the water went cold before finally turning it off.

I dried off, careful to avoid my dick, nuts, pecs and ass, because they were all red and sensitive. I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way slowly into the living room.

There was a manila envelope next to my phone and keys on the coffee table. My name was scrawled across it. Inside was a DVD and a note. I unfolded the paper.

‘Brendon – True to my word, I’ve torn up your contract. The DVD is a rough cut of your last movie. I think it’s some of your best work to date. If your hockey career doesn’t work out, there’s always a place here for you.

It will only be released to the public if you do something stupid like go to the cops. Then, not only will it be uploaded to the internet, but I’ll send it to every team in your league as well as your family. – Terry’

I picked up my phone. There were a couple of missed calls and a bunch of text messages from a number I didn’t recognize. I opened the first one: it was a close up of me with a dick running across my lips. Fuck. I closed it and opened the next. Shit. I was so screwed.

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“No stings attached bottom BBC preferred”. I read the ad at looked over the Craiglist’s ad over and over, staring at the well-used puckered starfish looking back at me. I knew this guy. I knew a city full of guys like him. Men, really boys, who ignored men like me in the bars and the hook up apps, because of the color of my skin, but posted ads looking for me like me.

A black breeder was all I was to them, a stud horse to seed their pussies and cunts with my precious life giving juices. I’m a shameful secret, a forbidden fantasy or desire for them that they want me to satisfy. It angered me, filled me with rage, but still, time after time, I answered the call to fill their velvet tunnels with my meat.  I was a slave to their desires.

“5’8 toned, 165, 8’ cut and thick. Send address, I’m ready to fuck.” I responded to the ad attaching a picture of my beer can cock, so firm and hard laying against my toned, but not cut, stomach. I then grabbed my phone and opened up the app I knew he was on and sent a quick message. “Hey how are you?”

I knew the ad email would take a minute. “Good and you? Relaxing here.” He responded on the app, his perfect smile showcasing in the picture. “You’re handsome.” I responded. “Care to get together some time and get to know each other?” There was a pause. I knew he was thinking. “Not really into black guys, but we can be friends.”

Then his email come through with his address. “I’ll be face down ass up in the living room. Place will be dark, door will be opened. Come in fuck me, breed me and leave.” I adjusted my hardening cock. “See you in 15.” I responded. Then back to the app, “that would be great. I like hanging out shopping, going to the gym, movies. Could use a gym buddy.”

I changed clothes. A pump and dump clothing needed easy off and easy on clothing. Gym shorts, no underwear, and a t-shirt. I slipped on my sneakers, grabbed my keys, and checked my phone. No response. I knew this. He was already on his knees, lubed up face down ass up waiting for me to fill him with his forbidden desire.

I went to his place. The door had a post it on it, “Cum in.” I almost left as the crudeness. I squeezed my already hard shaft as a slight hint of fear and anxiety filled me. I opened the door. There he was in the dark, just as he said. I dropped to my knees, still squeezing my cock as I reach out and felt the slicked up whore hole.

I growled with anger internally and pulled free his treat, my pride and slid in with no ceremony or precursor of gentleness. I was in balls deep without any resistance. I was amazed and a bit shocked. I was about to start when he said, “Hold up. Let me take another hit.” I hear him snort up the acrid fumes before he said, “Go ahead.”

I let loose with my rage, my ager. I pounded furiously, digging my nails into his hips as I pulled him against me. My balls banged against him as my grunting joined the slapping of our skin together. I focused on my own need. I ignored his rehearsed chant. I’d heard them from countless sexually racist people before.

“Fuck me. Pound my hole. Breed my pussy. Fill me with that big black dick. Use that cunt. Give it to me. Fuck me like a bitch.”

I thrusted furiously. In and out. Nothing special. Just a fuck. He didn’t deserve the skills I had, the moves I knew.  He was nothing more to me, right now, but a hole for me to fill with my honey. I smacked his ass, trying to tighten him up as the need in me came roaring up. Without ceremony or warning, my cannon blasted into him coating him with shot after shot of my juices.

I pulled out, pulled up my pants and left. No words, no nothing. I went home and washed my dick in the sink. I checked the app. “Cool, I’m really a busy guy though.” I smiled. How could he lie so to me? Another white boy, same story. I couldn’t resist. “That’s cool. Is my cum still dripping out your ass?”

I was blocked after that. I laughed again. I guess he didn’t realize I was his neighbor.

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 Jeremy had knocked three times on the door. This is the secret knock to get in the club. Hunter quickly opened, the door revealing the large lobby. This year, the boss had discovered that Jeremy was still in high school. It was his senior year of high school. The same year you had joined the gain.

The boss was looking for Jeremy he had a job for Jeremy to do and science he was new guy in the crew it was Jeremy’s turn to go out on a run.

The big man was not expecting the boy to come back from the run with anything to show. It was just only a test to see what the boy could do. The young man was lucky that the big man had let him join the gain at all. The other boys would joke that he’d been fucking the kid raw. He didn’t think about what the guys say about him he knows what he’s been doing.

Jeremy had been set up and he doesn’t get it yet, he was the last one in the crew if the boss had to pick someone for this job.

Jeremy wanted to go on this run badly and the boss could see the dispersion in his eyes. He wanted to fit in so badly. He’s a sweet boy with soft fetchers his face was smooth.

He sat down in the lobby and waited for the boss to call him up; it was not long before one of the Page Boys came. A young man in big baggy cargo pants and a member’s only wind barker, and a crew cut hair cut comes running down the large stair case down to lobby where Jeremy was waiting.

“The boss wants to see you right now?”

“Why can you tell me anything?” Jeremy asks the young, but he just runs back up to the third floor.

He was not like the other boy in the crew he knows how to work around many things in life, but not right know he was going to deal. He thought that had done something that displeased the boss he just could not think of what it could be.

Jeremy was going up to the see the boss being a newbie in the crew he fleet he was in for it when the boss call’s him up. He walks up the stairs to third floor. Jeremy quickly opens the door, revealing the room that was almost dark.

The walls are stained carved wood the floors are hard wood floors the old dark brown leather chairs. This was a real nice room. The windows are draped in with heavy gray curtains that go down to the floor. As Jeremy walked into the room his hands are shaking he was nervous. His heart feels like it going a mile a minute, but he tries to think and he can’t think his head is filled with many thoughts right now.

He was the boss new boy and he had not been out on run yet, but he ready for anything that the boss wanted him to do.

He waited for the man to come out of the room; he had this look on his face it was priceless at this point he had to stay. He was going to leave the room, but one of the other boys comes into the room and he tells Jeremy to sit down he sits down in a brown leather chair that so deep he feels like he shacking down into it. The chair hugs him tightly, he feels warm and safe now.

In front of him is a large desk made of solid oak wood it is carved and ornately covered in gilt work the gold is bright yellow. The man sitting in the big leather chair looks at Jeremy.

“I have a job for you do you know that I trust you with this run.” Take this gun and go down get the map on table and go to the Hotel down the block everything you need is in the map.” Boss said.

The boss had not expected that a kid like Jeremy would step up and agree to go, but it was done. The job was not hard since he was from the city. He knew the way because he’d been living in the city for a long time and he could find any place on the map if you asked him to.

He took the map with him as he descends the eight steps that comprise the stoop leading him from the doorway to the sidewalk and onto the street.  He turns right and then makes sharp left down a side street.

The building was just two blocks away from the club, and it was still so early in morning that the sun was not up yet he would have time to get in and out. Something was on his mind this was the first time that he was asked to go out on a job. He was a newbie and the boss was counting on him to sew up the job. To say the-lest he just did not think that it was going work out, for the kid.

The morning air is thick with the smell of everything that’s in the city. Some shop was still open and he could smell food cocking and his stomach was grilling he had skipped dinner last night and he was now feeling hungry. That food sure would feel good right about now, but he had to focus on the job he had to do.                                

The ally was covered in used condoms and there wrappers it was early and street had not been cleaned yet. Being a blond skinny kid he’s a twink type of a guy so Jeremy was not known to be a bad boy. He is kind of feminine for a boy he’s gay. He’s a young man with blond matted hair, and his tight black jeans a long baggy t-shirt to hide the gun that’s hidden in the small of his back. Jeremy had cold feet about this the whole time, but he was not going to let that get in his head now he had a job to do.                            

He was walking to the place that the boss sent him he could feel the hairs on his head stand on end. He was shitting bullets by now the closer that he got to the building. He knows this part will be the start or the end for him. He reached for the gun and he felt like it was too late to stop his hand. When he pulled it out and looked at it. He just stood in the ally and held it with both hands. His only hope now was to keep still and be clam. The damp grass was still wet as he walked on it dew drops wet the cuff of his jeans his sneakers get wet too.

Standing on the grass he was still aware of his feelings about this it could get out of hand at any moment. Was he going to be ready for it? The man was holding a gun in his hand and he was nerves as hell, his hands are shacking his eyes fall down to grass. This moment he was lost in the moment the time before you let go and shank deep down into your mind.  For a moment he was going to lose his mind, but Jeremy closed his eyes and he let his fares wash over him. He had to get past this moment and move on. He knows how things are go to down even if he somehow finds away to not sew this up.

Don’t sew this up it’s your first time and you know what will happen next so just stop thinking about it and let go. Don’t be an ass just do the job and be done with it.

The words that are in head they don’t help him any he feels like shit now and he was only half way there the glass doors just a few feet away from him. He wanted to hold his sides feel something before he goes in. He put the gun back into its hiding place in the small of back. He was not going to need the gun not now. He did not see the two Latin men that are hiding from him; one of the men was ready to tease him. He reached out for the glass doors and he grabs for the handle. The cold steel handle in his right hand felt like it was heavy, but he pulled hard any way and the door opens and he pass out the second he opens the door. His hand slips off the handle as he falls to the ground. Falling face down it felt like a shock had just hit him.

Gees what just happened to him. Jeremy was out cold he did not feel anything just cold air and he was out. The boss was right. He knows this now. How did he miss this, he did not know anything right now his eyes see darkness and he felt like he was being cut into pieces by something cold.

The last thing he saw was the glass doors. As he fell on his face his body lay on the concert he was still berthing, but it became shallow. He could feel the cold thing that was on him had stopped and he that it was all over for him. The men had stopped Jeremy from going in, but know they let him he did not see anyone before he opened the glass door.

Jeremy had no clue that he had been shot with a teaser gun. The cool damp air hit his as he woke up to find that two men are standing over him they acted like they did not see him. Than a another man came up he was good looking and young man just like Jeremy he was in a suite his shoes shine like he had just had them polished. He walked over to Jeremy who was face down on ground. He rolled over and he got up on shaky legs and the young man helped him to his feet.

He smiled and his eyes lit up like stars. He has a purity face. He works out at the Gym you can tell his arms are well toned Jeremy could feel this hard muscle and he knows that this guy would be out of his league. The guy held him close he smiled so good and nice that it gave Jeremy a hard on. The guy acted like he did not feel it and Jeremy geld that did. He did not want to let on how he was feeling about the guy. Holy shit this guy he’s the one that the boss put the hit out on he knows it now.

The guy was truly handsome and Jeremy knows it, he could not help it he wanted to know more about the guy. Even if he was going to hurt him, he was drawn to this guy like a moth to a flame and the rock hard dick that was in his pants was telling him so.

They walked inside and he was holding Jeremy close, Enrcio’s eyes did not move from Jeremy as he walked him inside. The two men stayed outside by the front door, they are his body guards for tonight.

Going up the stairs they approach the apartment, Jeremy is most aware that he was falling in love with the mark the guy he was going shoot tonight. He still had the gun in the small of his back. To him it had felt like he was letting the boss down, but it was a test and he did not that he was passing it right now.

The boss did not really want this guy dead. He only sent Jeremy there so he would get fucked by this and he could prove that the guy gay. He was going to use this as a trap to get the two to fall in love. And it worked out just as he had planed it out in his head.

Aldo they had not spoken yet he knows the guy so well he feels safe in this guys arms.

As it had turned out the guy also liked the kid he was holding in his big arms.

The bed was neat he loved the carved wood and the sexy guy that he was looking at his dark brown hair and sexy green eye. He felt like his heart wasn’t init how the fuck could shoot this guy the guy did not talk to him but only with his eyes. What is with this guy he thinks but he let go of it the guy was not talking and he loved talk a lot.

“Okay so what happens next?”

“Drinks,” he came back with some wine and his sexy tight ass was not too bad to look at this guy was making Jeremy hard. He loves the feeling of his dick when it gets hard. Enrico found some plastic cups to pour their wine in and started the slow process of killing both bottles.

Enrico popped the cork out of one of the bottles. He brought the bottle up to his lips and took a long drink from it. Enrico passed Jeremy the other bottle. Jeremy  really did have a pretty face

With all of the alcohol floating around in his head, Enrico  reached down and unbuttoned his pants almost absentmindedly.  Soon, they finished all of the wine.  Jeremy  wasn’t a drinker, so Enrico finished his bottle before Jeremy did. Being a bit of a light weight, Jeremy gave the rest of his wine to Enrico, who chugged it down quickly. After they ran out of wine, they both ended up sitting together on the bed. Both of them were very drunk they began passionately kissing.Jeremy didn’t know exactly what happened to him at that point.  

Enrico pulled his finger out of Tricia and slid off his pants. He had thought that he’d stroke himself to get hard, but was surprised to find that he already had a sizable erection. His seven inch cock was standing at attention when he pulled his pants down. Enrico thoroughly coated his dick in lube, and then it was time.

He focused all of his attention on Jeremy  That was the last thing Jeremy needed to hear. What did he have to lose now? With all of the alcohol floating around in his head, Jeremy reached down and unbuttoned his pants almost absentmindedly. Enrico smiled wickedly to herself as he heard the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

Enrico was finally going to get what  he wanted.

Jeremy  had to catch his breath before he answered. “Yeah. I’ll do it. I’ll fuck your ass.” Enrico squealed in delight. “On my terms though,” continued Steven. “You keep the clothes on, we do it doggy-style, I can stop if it gets weird.” Then he reached forward and slowly began spreading it into Tricia’s ass. It took all of his will to actually touch her in that way.

Once he got going though, he started to become more comfortable sliding in a few inches at a time, allowing Tricia to adjust every now and then. As her ass neared the hilt of his cock, Tricia began to yelp each time Steven pushed deeper. Finally, she felt her ass press up against his hips and Steven could go no deeper.

Enrico fucked Jeremy  harder and harder, rapidly picking up speed, entranced by the image of his cock penetrating Jeremy’s  asshole. Jeremy’s had cum his orgasm finally began to subside, but Enrico continued to pick up speed.

There was a tense silence as Steven stared down at Tricia. He couldn’t believe he had just given his sister a facial. This was supposed to have been just anal. She had just wanted to know what it felt like. He was just being a good brother. Suddenly, he had made it go further. Tricia opened her eyes. Cum was streaming down her face. She looked up at Steven with shining eyes. Then she stuck out her tongue and slowly began licking up the cum from her lips.

The next morning, around 11:30, Jeremy and Enrico were startled away by loud knocking at the bedroom door. Jeremy took a moment to take in his surroundings.

They had both fallen asleep. They looked at each other, remembering what they had done last night, both unsure of how the other was reacting. The knocking continued. Enrico held his head as the sound rattled around his brain. Both Enrico and Jeremy were experiencing one of the strangest hangovers of their lives.

Enrico pointed to the door and Jeremy got out bed

“Put some clothes on,” said Enrico. They both scrambled to get dressed. “Who is it?” Enrico called to the person at the door.

“It’s your little sister, Tricia.” came the voice behind the door.

Tricia opened the bedroom door and she walked into his room Tricia’s jaw fell open slightly from the surprise. As  she saw her older brother and Jeremy. She thought he had some girl in his room. Tricia retreated back into her and collapsed forward onto her bed.

He thought about the man and how he was going to deal with the fact that he was here to kill this guy. He called the boss and he told him that he couldn’t kill the guy.

“You don’t have to shoot him just fuck him and take a video of it, I sent you because you’re the only one of my boys who could get close to this guy.”

Jeremy closed his eyes and for a moment he was relieved that he was not here to kill someone but he had already fucked the guy. That night when he meet the guy he’s feels can out way too fast and he got caught up in this guy.

Monday and Jeremy was back at the boss’s home he loves this job and the gain was like a family to him since he was lost in the city he loves life.

Take in the moment he thinks about the guy he thought this guy must be joking around he says he can’t talk but he can?

Enrico was some guy Jeremy was not thinking of what the big man was going do with him if he didn’t turn that tape in. Enrico had thought that  Jeremy was being truthful with him when he asked for a sex  tape. He wanted film them having sex, he wanted to make the  Jeremy happy.

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