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My name is Sam and this is a story about when me and my Uncle Tom where home alone. This happened on my birthday. (This is not a true story)

It was a Tuesday morning my family where getting ready to visit my grandpa. We where going to go over at his place at my birthday because he had made some good food for us. When we got there I decided to go over to my uncles house. He didn’t live to far from my grandpa’ house so I didt have to walk that long. When I got got there I knocked on the door. His house was huge! It had 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms and a huge kitchen! My uncle opened the door and said: “hey! Buddy! Happy birthday!”   “Thanks Uncle Sam.”  I asked him where his wife was and he said that she was on vacation.

I walked in and took my shoes off. My uncle followed me to the living room where we sat down.  I really really liked my uncle so I tried to avoid eye contact, because I always get a boner by just looking at him! “So how is school buddy! Any girls.”  I looked at him and then down at the table “everything is good. No girls” he didn’t know I was gay. “Shame on them, who wouldn’t want a handsome guy like you” I looked at him and smiled. He asked if I wanted anything to drink and I said yes. He got up and as he did I looked at his crouch area. He noticed it so he sai. “What are you looking at buddy” and smiled. I said noting and looked back down at the ground. 

He walked over to the kitchen and as he did I watched his ass, it was so great and beautiful. I just wanted to grab it. Then I heard my uncle walking back from the kitchen whit some drinks to us. I watched his crouch while he walked and he noticed it again. This time he stopped and put the drinks down on the table. Then he said: “are you looking at this” and started rubbing his bulge. I was shocked and didn’t know what to say. I got hard as a rock and he could see it. He walked over and said: oh what do we got here! Your hard aren’t you! Come get uncles candy you faggot! I was surprised and shocked! I didt even think about it I just went for it! I grabbed his crouch and sarted rubbing his rock hard dick! He started moaning softly. I unzipped his pants and ripped them off! I couldn’t wait a second! I had to suck his huge dick! “That’s a good boy! I have always wanted you sam! You’re so hot boy!” I started sucking that big uncle dick! He started moaning and moaning! “Oh that’s it boy! You know exactly how to make your uncle happy! I have waited so long for this moment”

My uncle took his dick out of my mouth and said: “now it’s time for the real thing! I want to fuck your big ass! I want that ass!” He walked me over to his bedroom and then….. 

A Mentor’s Sins: Part 2

            Both Major Brian Maddison and LTC Marc Wald stared at CPT Robert Kern with fiery intensity. It may have been dim in the converted bathroom, but CPT Kern could feel their eyes digging into him. CPT Kern couldn’t’ believe he had just propositioned two of the hottest guys wearing a US Army uniform. He barely could believe that the two of them were likely fucking. CPT Kern’s cock surged with excitement as he wondered which of the two was the top; even better if both were versatile!

            “You cocky son of a bitch, CPT Kern,” MAJ Brian Maddison stated with a menacing edge in his voice, “You just propositioned two field grade officers. Do you have any idea how much trouble you could be in?”

            “Well correct me if I’m wrong Sir but I’m pretty sure you’re fucking your superior officer. You’re both looking at promotion soon so I imagine that even if this wasn’t true, an investigation would be quite the scandal and detriment to your careers.”

            MAJ Maddison glanced nervously at LTC Marc Wald. LTC Wald’s face was passive and in the dim light, unreadable.

            “So back to my offer gentlemen. Am I joining this fuck-fest or are we going to try to pretend like none of this ever happened. It’s going to be awkward either way but if we all fuck, at least we’ll have gotten something out of the awkwardness.” CPT Kern stated with a sly grin on his face.

            “Let’s see if your other oral skills match your skills for oration. Get on your knees CPT.” LTC Marc Wald stated in a firm, gruff voice.

            MAJ Maddison interjected heatedly, “You can’t be serious, Marc! He’s a junior officer. Do you think he’s actually going to say anything with two field grade officers stacked against him?”

            “Look at him, Brian. You can’t tell me you haven’t eye fucked me at least once with his tall, lean frame and his tight, cute little butt. Don’t pretend like you haven’t noticed those wash board abs in the shower, either. I, for one, have wondered more than a time or two what my cock would feel like deep in his ass.” LTC Wald stated as he grabbed his own cock firmly.

            MAJ Maddison looked back at CPT Kern; looking him over intently.

            “You know, I have wondered what he has under those tight physical fitness shorts. “ MAJ Maddison replied reluctantly.

            “Well is someone going to stuff my mouth full with a cock or am I on my knees for nothing?” CPT Kern said.

            LTC Wald moved decisively forward; his cock already out of his camouflaged uniform. CPT Kern got a brief glimpse of his long, straight as an arrow, veiny cock and its enormous mushroom head as it plunged aggressively through his lips and struck the back of his throat. LTC Wald didn’t hesitate for a second upon entry into CPT Kern’s willing mouth as he face fucked CPT Kern with vigor. He felt LTC Wald’s pubes brush up against his face with every thrust; the smell of it all so masculine, so intoxicating. CPT Kern stroked the underside of LTC Wald’s cock with his tongue on each thrust; throwing in a tongue swirl over his enormous mushroom head every few seconds. The massive amounts of precum filled the CPT’s mouth; so sweet and delicious.

            MAJ Maddison shifted decisively from viewer to participant grabbing the CPT by the belt and yanking him up.

            “I’m taking this ass if he gets that pretty mouth of yours.” MAJ Maddison cooed directly into CPT Kern’s ear from behind in a guttural, primal tone. The sensation of MAJ Maddison’s warm breath on his neck and his husky voice in his ear was overwhelming CPT Kern’s senses and as if he was reading CPT Kern’s mind, MAJ Maddison finished his sentence with an ear nibble and neck kiss.

            CPT Kern didn’t have to wait to be bent over. He shuffled across the room to an old desk, ripped his pants to his ankles, bent over the table and shoved his ass out.

            The Major and LTC high fived as they walked towards him; cocks out and in their hands.

            MAJ Maddison slid up against CPT Kern’s back. With uniform top off, his warm, thick chest pressed against CPT Kern’s back.

            CPT Kern could feel the Major’s cock prodding around the back of his body. Slowly, the Major positioned his cock in the CPT’s crack and humped playfully.

            Leaning into the CPT’s ear, MAJ Maddison whispered, “I’m going to fill you up CPT – going to shoot my load into your ass.”

            CPT Kern reached behind himself and grabbed the Major’s cock. He lined it up with his hole and bent further onto the table. The major spit on his cock, grabbed his 6-inch, thick cock with one hand and barreled forward – slowly pushing into the CPT’s tight hole.

            The CPT felt like he was being split in half. It’d been awhile since he’d taken a cock, especially one this thick, the sharp pain coursed through his body. Luckily, the Major had an insane amount of pre-cum, which with the spit, helped reduce the friction.

            While the Major was working his way into the CPT’s ass, LTC Wald moved in front of the table and slid his pre-cum covered cock back into the place it belonged. CPT Kern groaned with mixes of pleasure, pain, excitement and wild lust as LTC Wald pumped his mouth with his cock and the MAJ burrowed his cock into the CPT’s hole.

            With a brief surge of pain, MAJ Maddision pushed through the last bit of resistance and plunged into the CPT’s warm insides.

            Sweat poured down the CPT’s body as he was pumped from both ends. The sounds of raw, unrestrained sex bounced off the tiled walls. The masculine scent radiating off both men filled the CPT’s nostrils.

            The two field grade officers synced their thrusts, pumping forcefully at the same time. The pain had subsided into ecstasy for the CPT. The Major was an incredible top; cupping the CPT’s ass, grabbing his balls, stroking his cock, pinching his nipples and gyrating his hips playfully in different iterations and combinations. It was a ballet of pleasure, a symphony of salaciousness.  No thoughts crossed the CPT’s mind other than, “I want more!” He was in a trance, a sex-high as he thrust his hips backwards onto the Major’s cock and plunged his mouth down on the LTC’s cock.

            LTC Wald broke the sex-induced silence, “Brian, think we can cum in him at the same time; fill him up from both ends simultaneously?’

            “Challenge accepted, Sir. Let me know when you’re getting close.” Brian replied.

            The two picked up their pace and their force. MAJ Maddision grabbed his hips and pounded into the CPT’s ass with unrelenting force. LTC Wald had both hands cupped around the CPT’s head pulling it forward onto his cock as he thrust his cock forward.

            “I’m getting close, man.” LTC Wald groaned.

            “Me too!” MAJ Maddision said.

            The intensity was surreal. CPT Kern had no idea how the two men were going so hard for so long. Drenched in sweat, the two field grade officers showed no signs of fatigue. The sex induced high had everyone performing at his best.

            “uuuuuuuhh fuckkkk, here it comes man!” LTC Wald screamed.

            “Fuck yes! Alright, here I go!” MAJ Maddison bellowed.

            CPT Kern felt the torrent of cum pulsate into his mouth. He swallowed every last bit lustfully. The taste caused his own load to blow all over the desk.

            MAJ Maddison’s load unleashed into his ass with the Major pausing all the way inside of him as the last drips of cum rocketed into his ass. LTC Wald didn’t bother to remove his cock from the CPT’s mouth. All three men panted silently each slowly going soft.

            LTC Wald spoke first, “Like it or not we’re all in the shit equally as deep now. And I most certainly liked it.  I could go 15 more hours with that mouth of your, CPT.”

            “I’m pleasantly surprised to say the least, CPT. You took this thick cock like a fucking champ.”

            “So will there be a round two, gentlemen?”

            “You bet your ass there will be.” LTC Wald responded as MAJ Maddison slapped the CPT forcefully on the ass.

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Noah Young was an angel. With a flawlessly handsome face, a beatific, innocent smile and blond curls haloing his head, and a perfectly formed, somewhat diminutive body, he was frequently described as angelic. The high tenor voice he graced the Shenandoah Conservatory’s Chamber Choir with–not frequently risen to in one’s freshman year at Shenandoah University in Winchester, Virginia–was angelic. His inspired artwork on theater backdrops for the conservatory’s theater program was considered to be inspired by heaven. He even stood out as a graceful angel in his dance classes.

He hadn’t realized he was gay until he entered the music program at Shenandoah University. He had suspected he was just neither this nor that and had been content with the oft-expressed projection that his angelic nature and musical gift was leading him toward a life of celibacy in the priesthood.

There wasn’t much in the way of gay life in Gatlinburg, Tennessee, where he came from, in the shadow of the Great Smokies–at least anywhere Noah was looking. Noah didn’t do much looking on his own. He was lost in his music and art and his love of hiking up into the Great Smokies, an activity that helped keep him trim and fit. There had been girls attracted to him–and even some boys. Who wouldn’t be attracted to an angel? But he’d been so immersed in his own interests that he hadn’t even noticed their interest.

Winchester, Virginia, was a bit more “of this world,” though, and Noah certainly did notice the interest that a bass from the chamber choir, a senior with considerable stature both in the college social whirl and physically, celebrated a successful choir Christmas concert by trapping Noah in the backseat of his car on the side of a remote forested lane when coming home from an after-concert party, covering Noah with kisses and his considerably larger body, and missionary fucking Noah’s virginity away.

They had both been high on the concert success and drunk on Christmas punch, and the bass apologized profusely, but Noah, more confused and embarrassed at having felt touched as never before by the experience, was ambivalent in his response, so the bass doggie fucked him again in the backseat of his car the night before they all went home for the Christmas break.

In Gatlinburg, at New Year’s, Noah finally became aware that his high school vocal coach’s interest hadn’t only been for his talent.

“You have come home changed in some way, Noah,” Mr. Connor had said when they met at the punchbowl after a New Year’s Eve concert and found a table together in the corner of the hall.

“Yes, being up in northern Virginia and everything that has been happening at the conservatory has really opened my eyes.”

“You have gained experience outside of music and art? If so, that’s wonderful. I was so afraid you wouldn’t discover there is more than that to life–and that your experiences with life can only enhance your music and art.” Connor put a hand on Noah’s thigh. Noah didn’t flinch.

Noah looked into Connor’s eyes and said, “I’ve opened my eyes to so much more than I knew existed. If I had known when I was still here–”

“Have you discovered woman at last at that university of yours?” Connor asked.

“No, not that.”

“Men?” the former vocal coach asked. He squeezed Noah’s thigh. This time Noah did shudder–and he covered Connor’s hand with his, but quite obviously not to brush it away.

“I have some new compositions on my piano at home, Noah. Would you like to come to my place and hear them?”

“Yes, I’d like that.”

Connor fucked Noah on a bearskin rug beside Connor’s baby grand piano in a cramped living room. It was all so romantic, with candles and everything that Connor had moved around the room to provide atmospheric lighting as soon as they had entered the log cabin perched on the side of a mountain. There was a fireplace with a fire going as well. The scene was fit for an angel. It would have been a perfect setting in which to lose one’s virginity if Noah’s hadn’t already been taken from him.

But it was Noah’s first prolonged, languid fuck, lying on his back, his legs bent, with Mr. Connor crouched between his legs, first giving Noah his first cock suck and then hovering over him, leaning his face down to Noah’s for a kiss, while he positioned his cock and entered, entered, entered Noah’s channel. The penetration caused channel walls to stretch and shimmer and Noah to arch his back, claw at Connor’s shoulder blades with his hands, pant and moan, and, when Connor began stroking, deep in the core of the young angel, to open and close his clutching at the older man’s back to the rhythm of the fuck.

Connor thrust again and again, each time deeper, each time with less of an interval between thrusts. He was embracing Noah close at the chest, and Noah could feel the quickening of both of their heartbeats.

“Yes, yes, fuck me!” he cried out, and instinctively, naturally, he set his own pelvis in motion, moving with Connor’s thrusts, pulling the long cock deeper, deeper. Noah’s hand went between their bellies and found his own cock. They rocked and beat against each other for several minutes, no sound coming out of them but the animalistic groaning and snorting of two lovers in uncontrolled heat . . . until, with a cry, Noah exploded. Connor followed soon after, pulling out of Noah and releasing on his belly.

They lay there, in continued embrace, panting, their eyes locked together in satiated lust. But not completely satiated, no. Connor turned Noah belly to rug, ran an arm under the young man’s waist to lift his buttocks, mounted him, thrust his cock inside the hole again, and started the pumping all over again.

It wasn’t until the next morning, the start of a new year, that Noah was to hear Connor play his new compositions on the piano.

This was a whole new world for Noah, and he went back to college resigned to the knowledge that he not only was gay, but also that he was a submissive and enjoyed the sex. For the next four months he sought, but didn’t achieve, the same exhilaration he had felt on that bear rug in Connor’s apartment, with the long, long cock of the vocal coach caressing his channel walls deep at his core. What he did find, though, was the more vigorous, fast exploding cock of the bass waiting for him and new experiences of giving and receiving furtive hand and blow jobs.

As spring approached, one of Noah’s old loves, mountain hiking, began to press on him increasingly. He had grown up in the shadow of the Great Smokies and walking sections of the Appalachian Trail. Here he was several hundred miles north, but the mountain chain–this time the Blue Ridge–could clearly be seen off to the east as he went about his way on the university campus. The Appalachian Trail also crossed the ridge of these mountains. The more frustrated he became at not finding a lover here to equal Mr. Connor in Gatlinburg, the more frustrated he became that he wasn’t hiking the mountains. He’d brought all of his gear.

* * * *

The problem with going hiking on the Skyline Drive, which rode the ridge of the Blue Ridge up from the pass between Waynesboro and Charlottesville to the nearby town of Front Royal, a distance of 105 miles, was that provisions were expensive and hiking the Appalachian Trail was something you didn’t want to do alone. There were too many opportunities to injure yourself or to get hopelessly lost on your own. Noah had already decided he’d do it during his spring break. He just hadn’t found anyone else at the school who would do it with him or who he felt certain enough would be a useful companion.

“Why don’t you advertise on something like Craig’s List,” his roommate, Mason, said one day. “There’s got to be other guys out there looking for someone to hike with.”

Mason was a second-year business major. His family owned a string of drycleaners in the Washington, D.C., area, and Mason was barely making it academic wise. He would have liked to have gone to a bigger university, playing football. He’d been a fullback in high school and had done well at that, but not well enough to be recruited when taken into account that his grades weren’t good enough to make it into UVa or Virginia Tech. His parents wanted him to go to a Virginia school, and it didn’t matter where he got a business degree from, really. He had a family business to go straight to from college. Thus, he was able to major in drinking and carousing at Shenandoah.

He would have liked to carouse with Noah, but Noah hadn’t seen him as anything but a roommate who, thankfully, usually was off somewhere else.

Noah thought the Craig’s List idea was fine. And within minutes he’d brought up this:

Be taken hiking the AT on Skyline Drive from Rockfish Gap north to FR. Looking for willing fit, male companion. All expenses paid. Send photo.

Noah sent a photo and noted the dates he was interested in hiking–during his spring break. He figured the hike would take six days. The next day he got a response.

Cute. Dates OK. Would meet up the evening before in Waynesboro, the Lion’s Den. If interested, submissive, and like it big, send nude photo.

Attached had been the nude photo of a young, hung, muscular dark-haired guy who probably was in his mid twenties.

“So, that’s what this was about,” Mason said, looking over Noah’s shoulder. “You could try again. There’s got to be other hikers out there looking for a hookup.”

“This looks like a hookup,” Noah said. “He looks hot.”

Mason sucked in air. He’d heard that Noah did hand and blow jobs, although there’d never been a hint of doing it with him. But he didn’t know that Noah could so calmly entertain a proposal like this. And as far as being hot, the guy in the photo wasn’t any hotter–or more hung–than Mason was, to his mind. And they were similarly dark haired and slightly hirsute.

“Only one problem,” Noah said.

“Oh, what?” Mason asked. He put his hands on Noah’s shoulder and Noah didn’t shrink away from him. He normally could think of more than one problem with this proposition. But he was suddenly learning more about Noah than he’d hoped to think he could. Noah was the angel; he couldn’t be expected to even think about going hiking with another guy proposing this.

“How am I to get to Waynesboro to start the hike and then get from Front Royal to here? I know, I could ask on Craig’s List. Maybe exchange a blow job or something for the trips.”

“You don’t have to ask on Craig’s List,” Mason said, his voice a little shaky.

“I can hardly post it to the student union board,” Noah said.

“You don’t have to do that either. I have a car. I’ll take you to Waynesboro in exchange for a blow job and back from Front Royal for another.”

“You?”

“Yes. Tonight?”

Of course it didn’t end with a blow job that night. After Noah sucked Mason, with Mason sitting on the side of his bed, Mason sucked off Noah. Mason didn’t let Noah complete the blow job–which should have been an indication right there that Mason would want more. Mason did, though, make Noah come with his mouth as he knelt between Noah’s thighs. But then, pressing on the blond angel’s belly, Mason made Noah recline back, put the palms of his hands under Noah’s buttocks, raising his pelvis, and ate out Noah’s ass to the point that Noah was begging for a fuck.

Mason gave him a fuck. Holding Noah’s legs spread and raised, Mason crouched between Noah’s thighs and pounded away on him in a deep missionary. Noah lay there, inert, his head lolled to the side, panting and moaning, as Mason gave him everything he’d wanted to give him since September.

It didn’t end there. In the night Noah felt the weight of Mason come down on his back, and his hips being coaxed to raise up, and Mason did him again doggie style.

Noah offered no resistance. It wasn’t his dream fucking, but it was better than the bass in the chamber choir did and it didn’t have to be furtive. They were roommates. No one questioned what happened during the night in their locked room. In fact, several who knew Mason or Noah assumed that it had been going on for months.

Mason’s attentions were exhausting. Noah gave up the chamber choir bass who was moving on to fresher meat anyway. But Mason made good, and the second week of April he drove Noah down to Waynesboro on a Friday night and left him and his hiking equipment in front of a dive outside town with the sign “Lion’s Den” on it.

* * * *

Noah walked into the tavern, which obviously was a gay bar based on observation of the clientele. All eyes went to him when he entered. It wasn’t every day that an angel walked into the Lion’s Den. He recognized the guy who had sent him the proposition and the photo immediately. He was leaning over the bar, talking to the bartender. They stopped talking and watched, somewhat incredulously, Noah’s approach to the bar.

“You came,” the man, whose name had been given as John, said. He wasn’t quite as good looking as his photo promised, but close enough for Noah. He mostly was just a hiking companion. The fuck buddy part of it would be OK as long as he was paying for all the provisions–and, Noah assumed, for the accommodations for the night.

“Yes, are you John?”

“I didn’t think you’d come. You looked too good to be doing more than teasing. And the photo really was you, wasn’t it? Not some movie star.”

“Yes, it was me,” Noah said, with a little laugh. “Hope you aren’t disappointed.”

“Now that depends. Let’s get it straight right off the bat. You gonna take cock during this hike?”

“Yes, if you’re going to provide all the provisions and will put me up tonight.”

“You know I won’t go all the way up to the trail without making sure you’re what I want, don’t you?”

“Yes, I can understand that.”

“There are cabins out back here. I’ve rented one. Let’s go.”

“Don’t we have time for a drink first?”

“Sure. Good idea. Maybe more than one. Wouldn’t want you to get skittish.”

It was far more than one drink, with more being pressed on Noah than John was having. John spent some of the time off on a cell phone.

At the door to the bar, Noah somewhat sluggishly pointed to his heavy backpack. “My stuff for the hike is here. Can you, like . . . ?”

“Sure I’ll carry it back to the cabin for you. Steady on there, sport.” He was cupping and squeezing Noah’s buttocks. Noah didn’t resist.

“Where’s your stuff?” Noah asked.

“In the truck.” John vaguely gestured toward a line of trucks parked haphazardly in front of the cabins in back. A few of the trucks had guys sitting in the driver’s seat and smoking, watching John guiding a weaving Noah toward the cabins, with slitted eyes and knowing smiles.

At the cabin door, John dropped the backpack, pulled Noah to him, and went into a tonsil-swabbing kiss. Noah didn’t resist at the beginning and was fully invested in it at the conclusion. John laughed, lifted Noah’s body with one arm under his pits and the other under his knees, said, “Might as well do this right,” kicked open the cabin door, and propelled the two of them into a small room dominated by a double bed.

Another guy, Tom, kicked the door back shut from inside the room. A third guy, James, walked in from the bathroom. Both were hulking construction workers wearing just briefs and construction boots.

Noah was quickly stripped and John was fucking him missionary style at the end of the bed. Tom was on one side holding Noah’s right leg up and out. James was on the other side holding up the left. Both had lost their briefs. Both had made Noah grasp and stroke their cocks to erection while John pounded his ass. Noah lay, inert, on the bed, his back arched, his head buzzing from the liquor, and not really minding the cock working inside him. John wasn’t sheathed, which was a new sensation for Noah. Tom wasn’t sheathed when he took his turn next. Nor James. Nor were Keith and Scott, the two guys who had been waiting outside in their trucks, when they entered the room. Keith and Scott had turned Noah and were taking him doggie style.

This wasn’t lovemaking. This was pure animal-need fucking, throbbing cock sliding in channel, coaxing the walls to stretch for it, pistoning every faster, deeper, seeking release and, finding it, being replaced by yet another cock. This wasn’t personal. Noah was just providing a sheath. He could endure this. Even as buzzed as he was, he was able to analyze it, to consider each cock separately, each man’s technique even in a straightforward pumping like this. In the months since he’d become sexually active, he’d studied the cocking of each man who had taken him–the chamber choir bass, Mr. Connor, Mason. Not a long list. But each one different. If he concentrated on the differences of these cocks, he could get some enjoyment and instruction out of this gang bang. He’d wondered about the life of a male prostitute. He’d even wondered if it might be a life for him. There were so many gay men at the conservatory–and there was talk of only being able to make it in one of the music capitals of the world if you took tricks to augment your income. Could he? This would help him decide.

He wasn’t fighting them. He was going with it. That probably was why they weren’t manhandling him, beating him. It may help him to come out of this alive.

They came to the top of the order again, with John on his back on the bed and Noah on his back on top of John, with John fucking him from below. James appeared at Noah’s head straddling his chest and offering his cock, which Noah dutifully took in his mouth. James also had a bottle of poppers, which he waved under Noah’s nose, making Noah more mellow and relaxing his channel more.

“You’ll want this,” was all James said before Tom saddled up between Noah’s and John’s legs and began to work his cock into Noah’s hole on top of John’s.

Noah groaned and moaned, but he took them. None of them other than John were especially hung. None of them were as presentable as John either, which was why, Noah supposed, only John’s photo was sent. Just a bunch of country hick bad boys, Noah thought. He was managing. This was all new experience for him.

Keith and Scott doubled him standing up with Noah wedged between them.

They let him shower and then took him back to the Lion’s Den for a steak dinner. They all sat close around him, watching for signs that he’d break for the door or yell for help. But he could see that the Lion’s Den wasn’t the sort of place that would offer him any help. There was more beer. They were keeping him buzzed. He was sore, yes, but it was an experience. All of these men wanting him.

After dinner they all had him again in the cabin. Men drifted in and out. They weren’t always the same group he’d started with. They were all men, though, and they all here holding erections as they approached either his ass or his mouth.

He slept between John and Tom, with James on top of him, and then between Tom and James with John on top of him, and so forth, until he zoned out and went to sleep with a cock still churning in him.

When he woke, he was in the cabin alone. All of the men were gone, although there was the smell of stale smoke and musky cum in the air, and his channel was gaping open and running with the cum of countless men. His backpack was there, seemingly untouched, and there was $124 in assorted bills sitting on the dresser. At least they’d paid him.

So, this was what it was like to be a rent-boy. He could do this if he had to. He struggled to the bathroom and the thin stream of water that came out of a groaning shower head, but the pain and soreness retreated the longer he stood under the lukewarm water. He could do this.

When he came out of the shower, the bartender from the Lion’s Den was standing in the open door, two twenties in his hand. He fucked Noah in a side split on the bed, giving him attention with his lips–on his cock and nipples as well as his mouth. His was closer to lovemaking than any that had gone on the night before, and his dick was thicker too–and more interesting to take. He had an off-rhythm thrust that made Noah hold his breath for the end to the longer intervals, and his bulb paid extra attention to Noah’s prostrate, giving the younger man a prodigious wad when he came. The bartender was sheathed, but he gave Noah a facial when he was finishing.

“Nice lay. The guys were right. There’s breakfast on the house over at the Lion’s Den, if you want it,” the man said as he pulled up his trousers and headed for the door.

Noah the male prostitute, Noah thought, as he rolled off the bed and walked off to the shower again.

There were no trucks in front of the cabin, although there were a few in front of the Lion’s Den. Time for him to see if the Lion’s Den served a breakfast that made up for all the energy he’d been drained of and then, he guessed, to put in a call to Mason to come get him. It was obvious that John hadn’t really been advertising for a hiking buddy.

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“You going up on the trail too?” Noah turned to see a man in his forties, in hiking gear, and with a weighty backpack at his feet. There were two men standing with him–another older man, but muscular and with a Marine buzz cut like the first. And then there was a short, young redhead, pretty much the same cut of young man as Noah was except for the coloring.

“I had hoped to, but my hiking partner didn’t show. It’s not good to try to hike in the mountains alone.”

“You going north on the Skyline Drive or south on the Blue Ridge Parkway? I’m Dale, by the way. In banking in Washington, D.C. I try to do the trail regularly to keep in shape.” There was no doubt that Dale was in shape.

“I was going to go north on to Front Royal. I’m a student at Shenandoah University. Freshman. Name’s Noah.”

“We’re going north too,” Dale said. “Would be happy for you to go along. This here’s Howard, he’s got a construction company in Alexandria. And Kyle. He’s a student too. George Mason. He’s along for the company. You got your gear in order?”

“Not the provisions, sorry,” Noah said. “The other guy was supposed to bring those–and pay for the park pass.”

“Would love to have you along. I can take care of everything. You could just keep us good company, if you’re willing. Uh, how old are you, by the way?”

“If I’m willing?” Noah asked.

“He means if you’ll take our cocks–Dale’s and mine,” Howard spoke up for the first time. “That’s what Kyle’s along for. We heard guys talkin’ about you inside.”

Noah shouldn’t have been surprised, and he wasn’t really. They were standing on the porch into of a gay tavern. The three had probably stayed in one of the cabins in back. They might have been quite aware of what was happening in Noah’s cabin.

“I’m over eighteen,” Noah answered.

“Sorry that Howard was so bald about it,” Dale said, “but the bartender said you took cock–that you were abandoned here. That you take a lot of cock. I see the taxi pulling up to take me up to the park entrance. You want to come or not?”

They didn’t fuck him the first night. They made good time–the other three were in excellent shape and Noah managed. Dale and Howard saw that he wasn’t toned up for the hiking yet, though, so when they reached the Dundo Group Camp facilities and set up tents far enough from any of the other hikers to not draw attention, they took care of supper and then let Noah rest. Each of them, in turn, though, went into Kyle’s tent, and the shimmering of the tent wall and the sound of grunts in two different tones each time made clear to Noah that Kyle was being fucked.

The next night they stopped some twenty miles further on, at the Lewis Mountain camping grounds. This time they overshot the camp by a quarter of a mile and camped in a glen well off the trail. Howard fucked Kyle while he sat on a log and Kyle sat on his cock facing him, while Dale fixed dinner of noodles and Snickers bars. Noah sat to the side and watched, with both of the older men watching him to see if he’d bolt. He didn’t. Kyle’s wrists were tied behind his back with a leather strap–a favorite fetish of Howard’s, Noah was to learn–and fucked himself on Howard’s cock using the leverage of his feet. Both men were naked and both had beautiful bodies for their ages. Dale was just in briefs himself and Noah could clearly see that he was in erection.

“Come to my tent with me,” Dale said to Noah after they’d finished eating. Howard and Kyle, who had finished the fuck late, were still eating. Howard was still sitting on the log and Kyle was sitting on the ground between Howard’s thighs.

Noah stood to follow Dale into his tent, but Kyle arrested their movement. “Pay him, Dale.”

“He’s being provisioned,” Dale answered.

“Don’t be cheap, Dale. And don’t give it away so cheaply, Noah. I get $25 a fuck and you provide my provisions too. Don’t shortchange him.”

“OK, OK,” Dale said. “I’ll give it to him in the tent.”

Noah turned to thank Kyle, but he already had his head turned and was sucking on Howard’s cock.

Dale gave it to Noah in the tent. He was a lover, like Mr. Connor was, not just a fucker. They lay stretched out on a sleeping bag on top of an air mattress in the close confines of the tent. Dale prepared Noah, embracing him and kissing him on the lips, throat, and nipples while he divested Noah of his T-shirt, shorts, and briefs. He nudged Noah into a 69 position that Noah finally figured out, and the two men sucked each other off, neither going to ejaculation. Then Dale was embracing Noah chest to chest again, holding him close and stroking his cock–not allowing Noah to handle his and not letting up on the stroking despite Noah’s begging until Noah had come.

Then, still holding Noah in the embrace and kissing him, Dale moved his hand lower, working first one finger and then another and another, up to the knuckle, into Noah’s hole and nearly fist fucking him. Noah writhed and moaned and begged for the cock until Dale rolled over on top of him, between his legs; pulled his pelvis up with an arm under his waist; penetrated him with a hard, thick, long cock; and fucked him in ever-increasing pace for a good fifteen minutes before he came.

Noah lay there, panting and exhausted–and satiated in a way he hadn’t been since lying under Mr. Connor. He wasn’t given time to rest, though. As soon as Dale was gone from the tent, Howard was there. He was a no play sort of guy, rolling Noah on his stomach, pinning his wrists behind his back and tying them off with the leather strap after strapping Noah’s buttocks a couple of times to hear him suck his breath in and cry out, and then slid in hard and deep and fucked the shit out of Noah.

Dale carried Noah back to his own tent and then the two went back to sharing Kyle.

The next night, camping off the trail just short of the Thornton Gap entrance to the park was nearly a repeat, although Noah had toughened up and moved up in experience enough to take more of the initiative. It was his turn, on his own initiative to ride Howard’s cock while the man sat on a log and Dale and Kyle prepared the dinner and then, later, he walked to Dale’s tent first, with Dale following him, and Dale lay on his back with his arms over his head and Noah grasping the man’s arms while he straddled Dale’s hips and rode his cock.

Noah was learning to do more than just submit to a man. And on this night, he was $100 richer than when he’d come on the trail and had earned nearly $125 before. This hiking was proving to be profitable–which gave Noah pause for thought.

At the Matthews Arms campground–or, rather, a quarter mile beyond it and off the trail–the men didn’t have the complete privacy they may have expected. Two other men entered camp as they were setting up and started setting up camp themselves.

If Noah thought Dale and Howard would be upset at the intrusion, he was wrong. The two sets of men knew each other. “This is Charles from Leesburg and Malcolm, also from Leesburg,” Dale said, introducing the two to Noah. “Malcolm’s an Orthopedist.”

“He’s a stunner,” Malcolm said, giving Noah an appreciating look. “I’ll give him–”

“I’ll pay him $200 to fuck him right now,” Charles broke in to say.

He was another lover, covering Noah with kisses in his tent while stripping him and putting him into a 69 positions. Noah thought that maybe he and Dale went to the same school of debaucher. Between sucking and stroking him, the man had Noah  begging for mercy, and when the cock penetrated him, it caressed every inch of Noah’s shimmering, expanding walls, as it invaded to the quick of him and played him deep in his soft core like a violin concerto.

“You were lovely–are lovely, because I’m not finished,” Charles whispered after the first fuck. Noah groaned, but he got a little jolt of pleasure too, knowing this wasn’t over. “I want to see you after this hike. I’ll leave you my card. You will come over to Leesburg.”

“I’m at school in Winchester. I have no transportation to get to Leesburg. Oh shit. Oh fuck.” Charles was finger fucking him, with three fingers. The index finger had found Noah’s prostate. He was breathing hard, opening his legs, giving the man fuller access. The hand was in to the knuckles. If nothing else, Noah had been reamed wide over the past few days. Both Dale and Charles took advantage of that.

“I own a car dealership in Fairfax,” Charles said. “I’ll give you a car. It won’t be a new one, but it will be a nice one. But then you’ll have to be available to me when I want you.”

“Oh FUCK!” Noah cried out. The knuckles had breached his hole. Charles didn’t make him suffer, though. He rolled over on top of him, extracted his hand, inserted his dick, and started to pump.

The fisting had been useful to Noah. That night the doctor–Malcolm–and Howard sandwiched him in a double fuck. Howard tied his wrists behind his back again and he was saddled on Howard’s cock, Howard on his back and holding Noah’s waist in his hands, while the doctor fucked him from behind, sliding his cock along the top of Howard’s buried staff. His thought on that, forcing his mind through the pain of having two cocks inside him at once, was that it was fortunate he’d been doubled twice in Waynesboro, that much of Charles’ fist had been up there earlier, and that he was earning $50 rather than $25 in a single taking.

By the time they got to Front Royal, Noah had the cards of four men who wanted to pay him for sex, plus entry into a hiking club for men who hiked the Appalachian Trail as a cover for taking young men out into the woods and fucking them silly. All for pay. He’d come back to school with almost $500 more than he’d gone up into the mountains with. And against this he was bowlegged sore for several days, but toughening up, had some memories of pain overtaken with pleasure, gained quite a lot of experience in having sex with men, and had a plan for turning a profit for several more years.

He also had a very nice Mustang to drive–used, but a classic in good running order.

Two months later, when one of Noah’s classmates asked him if he had a summer job lined up, Noah just smiled and said he did. He didn’t tell the classmate what it was, though. The same classmate asked him if he was going to continue with his theater arts study.

“I think there’s a glut of trained talent going into New York,” the classmate said. “And that’s the only place you can even start making a living as chorus in plays. And even there–”

“Yes, I think I’m headed to New York when this degree is finished,” Noah broke in. “And I think I can earn a living there OK.”

“Maybe so,” the classmate said. He was a little dubious, but if anyone could, Noah probably could. He was an angel, and probably the best singer, artist, and dancer in his class. The classmate didn’t have a clue how Noah planned to earn his keep in New York–indeed what was proving to be profitable right here in Virginia, sitting next to the Blue Ridge Mountains and the Appalachian Trail.

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For a little while, I worked in a bar. This was before I had my own business and I had lost my job. I was waiting tables at lunch, selling vintage clothes in the afternoons and working the door at the bar a few nights a week to make ends meet. Needless to say my schedule was anything but normal so I was finding times to do my chores when I could and sometimes that was after I got off at the bar. I was living in an apartment not far from the bars in Oak Lawn so I would walk to work and back if I didn’t have a ride or had picked up a trick. Anyway, my laundry was getting out of hand as I was sleeping every chance I got but it had gotten to the point of picking out my cleanest dirty shirt and I was disgusted with myself, so that night was the night to get it done. It was nearly 3am when I got home and I had already sorted everything out and had it all stacked by the front door so all I needed to do was walk in, grab the basket and head down to the complex laundry room. As I’m lugging all this to the laundry I spot someone wondering around by the pool. It was dark and I couldn’t really see his face but I didn’t think I knew who it was. The first thing that crossed my mind was,”Fuck, I’m gonna get mugged” I had been mugged a year before at gun point so I was always on guard, but this guy just said hi and kept going. Not bad, I’m thinking. He’s about my age or a little younger, slim build, short dark hair and rather short too, dressed in tight fitting jeans and a muscle shirt so I got a good look at his tight muscled arms. He smiled and said “hi” and I did the same and turned and walked into the laundry. I started getting my stuff started and I see him walk past the door and look at me. It was about that time I notice, no laundry soap, it’s still by my front door so back I go to get it. I rush back up stairs and head back and when I walked back in he is standing there. I stop short and grip that box of soap incase I need to hit him with it. 

Sensing my stress and the look on my face he said, 

 “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to freak you out. I saw you run out and thought I’d watch your stuff for you. I was just hanging out, couldn’t sleep, getting some air and looking around” 

I relaxed and walked in and introduced myself. He said he was staying with a friend and his name was Jay. This guy was a talker and even though I was beat, I chatted back. I was off on his age now that I saw him in the bright light, he was a lot younger than me, more like 19 or 20 and I was nearly 30 at the time. His tight little body on full display even fully dressed, I can see he’s fucking hot.

“Do you always do your laundry at 3 in the morning and all dressed up?” I was in a starched western shirt and starched Wrangler jeans and cowboy boots, 

“I worked at the Round Up, I just got off” The Round Up Saloon is a gay country bar here in Dallas and I dressed  like that for work and besides that my ass looked great in Wranglers.

“That explains the outfit” he laughed, “Looks good on you”

“Thanks, I didn’t stop to change before I came down, I wanted to get this started” 

I hadn’t planned on some Chatty Kathy but he was cute and it help keep me awake. Jay is leaning against a washer as he’s talking and I wasn’t really paying attention but as I’m finishing up I look over at him and he’s staring at my ass in my tight fitting jeans. Like I said, Wrangles make your ass look great. If you don’t have one, Wranglers make you look like you do and if you’re like me with a round high setting ass and a small waist, they are killer and he was noticing. I glance down and he is fingering his obvious hard cock in his snug fitting jeans and all of a sudden, I’m not as tired as I was a few seconds ago. A hard cock always has that affect on me. Maybe it was his small frame and stature but he looked like he was packing something big. 

“Want so help with that?” I walk over and put my hand on his bulging crotch and give him a squeeze. Something about a little guy with a big cock. I tug on the buttons of his 501’s and slide my hand in and pull out a hefty hard cock. I was right, the kid was packing. I’m towering over him by at least 7 inches but his cock has me out paced in both length and girth. This is going to be fun. This cute little thing with a big dick is probably a bottom but I’ll at least suck him off. Little guys always see my tall stature and think ”TOP” but if you have been reading my stories so far you know that would be wrong. I’m a total bottom, I love cock up my ass, I have convinced many a hung bottom into fucking me and the only thing top about me is that I like to sit on top of a hard cock. I mean, I see a big hard cock and I think to myself, “Sofa, a great place to sit” I pull his jeans down to his thighs and kneel down and swallow that cock. I’m slurping his heavy cock like it’s the best thing I’ve ever eaten and he has my head in his hands, fucking my face like mad. 

“Can I fuck you?” He said as he’s ramming my face full of cock. I pull off and start undoing my jeans and pulling them down. We trade places and I lean over the washer and pull my ass apart for him. He gets behind me and spits in my ass as slips his finger in to open me up a little. He’s so turned on and he starts pushing his fat cock into my hungry ass. I love a spit fuck. I have to squat down a little because I’m so mush taller than him but that cock was going up my ass one way or another. 

“You like my big cock up your man pussy, don’t you? I knew when I first saw you in the courtyard, I’d be fucking you soon.” He was really jack hammering his raw cock in me and every now and again he would yank it out, slap my ass and ram it back in. I love the penetration best so I’m getting of on this. 

“Dude, I’m gonna blow. I’m gonna fill your slutty cunt full of my man cream” 

“Do it, pump me full. Don’t pull out. Fill me up, I need it.”

And fill me he did, one hard sam and I felt that fat cock swell and explode in me. I love it when they breed my ass like that.  He kinda slumped on my back as his load was spilling in me and breathing hard. He slowly got his wind back and slid his fat cock out of me. A glob of his cum came out with his cock and fell on the inside of my jeans.

“Thanks, I needed that. You gotta great ass”

“Hell, you gotta great cock! How long you staying with your friend? I’d love to do this again. I’m in 202 above the managers office if you feel the need to fuck again”

“I should be here another week or so until I get settled. Can I have your number?”

“Are you kidding? I’d love to be your fuck hole anytime you want”

We hooked up several times over the next two weeks and a few times after that. He told me he liked fucking taller guys and I was glad to let him.

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Pro Footballer visits a Glory Hole

By Buck Jones

Victor Strelsky at 26 had reached his dream of being drafted by the Pittsburgh Steelers.  His dad had begun promoting his football abilities in the eighth grade.  He had a gift. He found the ball and the ball found him.  Victor sailed through high school into college on his athletic abilities.  Turning pro was the natural step in Victor’s career.  There was just one glitch: Victor is gay and he knows well that gay doesn’t play well in the NFL.  Victor has become the supreme actor, convincing himself that his dating is serious and his relationships with women can lead somewhere.  Victor performs well in bed because he knows that hot gossip is a career builder.  The more they talk, the more important he becomes.

However, a hollowness is always stinging at the core of his wanting to be himself… to be with another man and experience his deepest desires.

So it hits him out of the blue when another more seasoned player outs him in the locker room.

The locker room has emptied after practice, and only Lamar is finishing up as Victor is.  Of course, there has been the conscious avoidance of looking too intensively at another player at any time despite the Olympian comradery.

Lamar begins, “I just want you to know you don’t have to play your game with me.”

“And just what do you mean by that?”

“You know what I mean by that.  Image is one thing; the real person is another.  Let’s just say that Lamar know what evil lurks in the heart of man.”

“I don’t have any evil lurking in my heart.”

“Oh, yes, you do.  You have something that the league perceives as evil.”

“Like, what?”

“Like who you really want to go to bed with.”

“I fuck women.  No big deal.”

“But that’s not what you really want.  You want dick.”

“Fuckin’, man… forget talking that shit.”

“Like I said, you don’t have to defend yourself to me.  In fact, I’ll let you in on a little, well, not so little secret: Charleroi… about

25 miles south.  There’s an off the road, discrete adult bookstore with a regular who will make you shake, rattle, and roll.  He’s old, not too much of a shape, bald, but he’s got a dick that will drive you wild.  He’ll suck you like you’ve never been sucked in your life, and he’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.  I’m not saying you’d enjoy the experience or anything, but just thought you’d like to know.  And don’t be surprised if you happen to run into another team member there, too.  Just saying.”

“I fuck women.”

“Sure, you do.”

Lamar finishes dressing and filling his bag.  Lamar disappears.

Victor has never had anybody speak to him that way before.  He questions his every move since joining the Steelers. He knows he has done nothing differently than he has in the past, which has always masked his true interior self from the world, from those who may suspect he isn’t straight.  He couldn’t argue with Lamar, but he wondered if Lamar has spread the word about him.  He’d know the next time the team would be together.  He’d gage their reactions to see what Lamar had done.

Despite the fear of being discovered¸ Victor couldn’t get the story and the directions that Lamar gave him out of his head.  25 miles away.  Great cocksucker.  The thought intrigued him.  The thought kept running itself through his head.  He knew he’d have some free time, and he’d drive a rental car so no one would recognize his distinct ride. 

The next day the locker room and practice are fine.  Victor feels no distance from his fellow players.  Even Lamar plays it as the conversation had never occurred.

Victor keeps debating within himself whether or not to find this spot, this hidden den of the flesh and indulge himself there, hoping to meet the man Lamar described.  That Saturday morning Victor finds himself inserting his credit card into the chip reader and signing for a silver gray sedan.  He drives the car back to his apartment and changes into blue jeans and a flannel shirt.  His athletic body defines the clothing.  His full flaccid dick bulges comfortably against the denim. 

The drive down to Charleroi gives Victor time to think, to think about what could happen, what hasn’t happened, literally, in years.  Victor has risked nothing for his career, so he has stayed on the straight and narrow.  This venture is the first time he is giving into his genuine desires. 

At the same time Victor is driving his rental car to the place he hopes to find a sexual experience that will satisfy him, at least for a while, the lead supervisor at the glass factory is finding it convenient that the new order that is being filled is a rush job with extra, flexible hours.  Lonnie keeps thinking of how he can give himself at least an hour at the bookstore.  He trusts his second-in-command to close down and clean up for the evening, allowing him to leave early.

Lonnie thinks to spruce himself up a bit before making his stop at the bookstore.  Looking in the men’s shower room’s mirrors, he sees a man in his sixties, who has stopped smoking and put on some weight.  The luscious head of wavy dark hair has long left him, but his central European features and the dick that hangs between his legs gives him an appeal that is ageless.  He is a mature man, but a man, a pleasant man, a man one so rarely encounters.  Like the Monk Rasputin, he is to be shared with the world.  Lonnie, although married with a goodly number of children and grandchildren, feeds off the exchanges of strange male encounters. 

He exists in a world in which sharing brings such a feeling of satisfaction, he cannot help himself from wanting to give himself and receive what the universe gives him in return.  For Lonnie, sex is a tantric experience, a relationship with the universe in the form of another man, especially another man he can have sex with. 

When Lonnie first came out to himself, it was with a construction worker the summer of his 18th year.  The object of his affection was a young man of 26, built like a piece of sculpture and hung.  Lonnie fixated on that man all his life.  His dream fantasy to this moment is a 26 year old, solid as a rock, gifted young man.  Lonnie’s heart vibrates to that image… not that other men have not touched him deeply, and their images remain. They are another reality, an echo of the ages, as if the meeting were as profound as that between Jesus and John, or a conversation between Krishna and Arjuna.  Those encounters were so rare they were less than all the fingers on one hand.

Lonnie puts the finishing touches on his clothing and leaves the factory.  He slips into his car and slowly leaves the parking lot. 

Victor who takes the afternoon driving around the town lets the sun set behind the range line before he pulls into the bookstore he has located hours before.  His adrenalin is flowing. He sees four cars in the area and hopes one of them belongs to the mystery man, the man he has come to experience.   Victor sits in his rental car debating whether or not he should go through with his plan.  He sees some young guys, all teched out, enter the building.  A couple guys come out and go to their respective cars and leave.  Victor unbuttons his fly, exposing himself.  He squeezes his dick and enjoys the response.  He is so turned on by the possibilities and the dangers, he hardens immediately and the pre-cum starts flowing.  He looks down as a car pulls into the lot.  Maybe this is the man, he thinks.  The man is in his thirties, well put together, but definitely not the man Lamar had described.  Finally, after he almost makes himself cum and ruin the whole experience, Victor buttons up and decides to go inside.  He pays his money and gets his stamp.  He doesn’t remain long in the open area as he doesn’t want to be recognized by anyone.  His eyes take a few moments to adjust to the darkness of the labyrinth.

Meanwhile, Lonnie drives carefully to the bookstore, parking around to the back side.  He locks up, and enters the bookstore.  He’s greeted warmly but minimally, as to keep the atmosphere from seeming to open or familiar.  Lonnie pays his fee, gets his stamp, and, after looking around the open area and seeing no one, proceeds to the back to check out the booths.  Victor decides to find a spot and station himself and let the rest of the men pass by.

Built when this factory town was union driven and thriving really well, the bookstore has two levels, being on the side of an embankment.  There were nights back in day when the parking lot was overflowing, so the men parked along the highway. Men were being their rawest selves.  Booth sex led to sex in the hallways with hot sweaty workers jacking to a hot fuck scene happening right in front of them.  A group of jackers segued into a sucker on his knees tasting all the hard dicks with his mouth and throat.  The sucking became as hot as the fucking.  Men reveled in the sweat, the unctuous smells of sex, the closeness and the affirmation of their manliness.  Then the factories closed, and the bookstore survived because of its proximity to Pittsburgh and the men there who wanted to have their time with another man, but wanted a certain amount of distance between their families and their desires.

Lonnie runs into a regular who immediately inveigles him into his booth where they both play for a while.  Although these two men have had really hot exchanges, tonight lacks any real chemistry.  The play ends without any resolution.    Lonnie heads for the rest room to rinse out and gargle and wash his hands.  Lonnie takes a leak and heads back into the mix. Victor is now part of that mix.

In the fairly large and complex hallways, Lonnie takes his time, looking into the booths with open doors.  He rounds the corner and there stands Victor.  Rushes of the deepest desire stimulated by his vision of Victor sweep over Lonnie.  He sees his 26 year old mentor as if it were yesterday and the decades vanish in his mind and give Lonnie the knowledge that this dream is going to be his. 

Lonnie stares at Victor.  Victor stares back.  Lonnie, to Victor, is like any number of the other older guys trolling around for action.  Yet something within Victor tingles and elicits an involuntary response.  Victor still isn’t sure this man leaning against a booth and staring at him is the one Lamar told him about.

Lonnie approaches a little closer, keeping his eyes glued on Victor.  Victor doesn’t meet Lonnie glance for glance, but Victor looks up from time to time to reassure himself he’s being checked out.  Lonnie goes so far to squeeze his crotch and leave his hand there.  Victor doesn’t move.  Lonnie arranges his cock to maximum advantage, opens one of the booth’s doors, allowing the light from the flat screen to streak across his body.  Lonnie lets Victor get his eyes full, then steps halfway into the booth, still squeezing himself.  Victor remains glued to the wall even though he’s growing bigger and bigger, which he hopes the man cruising him will see.

Lonnie slides further into the booth leaving the door open, but not far enough to lose sight of Victor.  Lonnie begins loosening his belt, allowing the buckle and the strap to fall apart leaving only the buttons of the 501’s to part before revealing Lonnie’s hot cock.  Lonnie unbuttons the button of his waistband and steps completely into the booth, holding the door open.  Lonnie has placed the time for movement into Victor’s court.

Victor eases himself closer to Lonnie’s booth so he never loses sight of Lonnie’s crotch.  Lonnie smiles at Victor while continuing to unbutton his fly.  Victor, at this point, decides if this isn’t the man Lamar told him about, he is the closest thing to it.  Lonnie is now completely inside the booth, holding the door open with the edge of his left shoulder.  Victor is standing across from the open door with a raging hard on.  Lonnie smiles as he pulls his lengthy plump member out of his Levis and reveals it to Victor.  Victor stares, hearing the words of Lamar echo in his head.  Lonnie nods.  Victor walks into the booth and falls to his knees as he hears Lonnie slide the latch to lock the door.

As Victor is about to take Lonnie’s dick in his mouth, Lonnie places his hand on Victor’s head to hold him back.

“Not so fast, my young stud,” Lonnie admonishes him.  “Let’s take our time.  Why don’t you start by simply wrapping your hand around my shaft and squeeze a little.  Maybe jack a little.”

Victor, in a totally new world, follows Lonnie’s instructions.  Victor feels Lonnie’s already stiff boner get even harder with each squeeze.

“I don’t want you to lick it until you have my pre-cum dripping out of my piss slit.  I want to look at the effect you’re having on me.  I want my pre-cum to drop to the floor before you taste it.”

Victor squeezes and jacks a little, not hard but with slow short strokes.  He’s mesmerized by the perfect shape of the head and its color and its size.  By the time the first drop of pre-cum appears as a pearl of great price, Victor is in a trance.  He has no idea what will happen, but he wants to try everything.  The drop of silver enlarges, and succumbing to gravity, begins its journey down to the underside of the purple head, and loses itself as falls to the floor.

Lonnie sees exactly what is happening.  “Go ahead, but just use the tip of your tongue to lick some of my sincerity into your mouth.  You’re such a hunk and you turn me on so easily.  That’s why I want to enjoy the moment.  OK.  Give it a good lick and savor the pre-cum on your lips and your tongue.  You can see you’ve got me dripping, so take as much as you want.  Now put your lips on the head so the pre-cum goes directly into your mouth.  Suck the pre-cum into your mouth and cover my head with your lips and mouth.  Don’t work your tongue yet.  Just hold my dripping head in your mouth and feel what you’re going to be sucking on.”

“Hold the shaft and suck the head.  Use your tongue.  Lick and suck.  Let me know how much you’re liking it.”

Victor finds himself in seventh heaven.  Lonnie’s juices are causing him to burst his Levis as he sucks and licks on Lonnie’s cock.  The head seems to enlarge itself the more Victor plays with it.  Victor is squeezing and jacking the fat shaft as he devours the head and its juices.  It’s as if Victor is fulfilling a dream, a vision he has wished for whenever he jacks off.  Victor stops for a moment and allows his lips to simply encircle the head just below the glans.  His tongue moves inadvertently to the underside of Lonnie’s now super stiff erection.  The tip of Victor’s tongue moves slowly up and down the hot spot.  Victor moves his tongue from side to side, up and down, and then in circles.  Victor has no real idea where his moves are coming from, but they seem so natural.  Lonnie’s head and rock hard shaft are the total, unrestrained focus of Victor’s entire being.

“You’re liking sucking on Granddaddy, aren’t you?”

Victor pulls away, looks straight up into Lonnie’s eyes, locks his eyes on Lonnie’s and speaks with his total passion, “Yes, sir.”

“Why don’t we let your weapon out of its prison?  I think you’re hard and want to free yourself.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Stand up and show Granddaddy what you’ve got.  Take off your shirt, too.”

Victor unbuttons his shirt and removes it, throwing it on a chair sitting in the corner of his room.

Lonnie reaches for the top button of Victor’s Levis and begins to open his fly.  Lonnie rubs his fingers over the hard bulge yearning to be free, teasing the entrapped cock with squeezing and rubbing.  Finally, Victor speaks,

 “Take the fucker out.  I’m bursting and hurting you’ve got me so hard.”

Lonnie loosens the next button, savoring and admiring the godlike physique of this athlete at the top of his game.  The light hair surrounds his nipples which set on a pair of pecs most men could not achieve with the hardest work.  The bare and hairless stomach ripples with muscles.  The unblemished skin clings almost magically to the rack of abdominals underneath.

Another button loosens and is released. 

Victor, in a moment of heat, reaches out to feel Lonnie’s chest and to find his nipples.  When he rubs Lonnie’s chest, he feels the hard buttons he is eager to knead with his fingers.  Lonnie is taken by the surprise of Victor’s reaching out.

“If you’re going to play with my nips, squeeze them hard and even twist ‘em a little bit.”

With that comment the next to the last of the Levi button opens.  Lonnie runs his fingers over Victor’s cock once again and finds the wet spot.  Lonnie knows that Victor is leaking pre-cum and rubs the wet spot, teasing Victor, as Victor pinches and twists Lonnie’s nips.

“That’s it, son.  Make us both as hard as we can get.”

Lonnie opens the fly and pulls down the flaps as Victor’s athletic cock snaps to attention, full, erect, and pulsing.  Lonnie wraps his hand around Victor’s dick.  He moves his fingers up under the shaft and takes the pre-cum in his fingers and covers the head.

Victor works Lonnie’s nips.  He spits in both hands and rubs the hardened nipples soothingly.  He pulls his fingers back to a point and pinches each nipple slowly.

“Hey, Kid, I like to get there, but I don’t want to get there too fast.  I don’t run into your kind of man every day.  I can feel how turned on you are, so let’s enjoy the moment.  I don’t have to be anywhere soon, so we’ve got plenty of time.”

Victor backs off a bit, feeling as if he has been reprimanded, but his cock in Lonnie’s hand remains stiff.  Lonnie drops some spit onto Victor’s cock and carefully covers the cock with the natural lubricant, slippery and viscous, tender and enflaming.

“Go back to sucking on me, Kid.  Suck on Grampa and feel his dripping cock in your mouth.  This time I want you get it as far back in your throat as you can.  Going over the “hump” sets me to want to fuck and fuck as deep as I can go.  Take it slowly.  Yeah, that’s right; it just hit the back of your mouth.  Now drop your jaw, stretch it out a bit and push your head forward and your throat will willingly open and allow my head to pass the blockade and feel your entire throat fucking my cock.   You don’t have to keep it down there very long, but feel it open you up and then come back off it and catch your breath.”

For Victor, each suggestion vibed with his thoughts and desires.  To suck a rock hard big dick sends chills through Victor’s body.  He convulses as the cockhead splits open his throat and he feels the entire head expanding and exploding his entire being.  Victor almost loses consciousness he holds the cock down his throat so long, savoring the feeling of fullness he has never felt in his entire life.  Its’ a moment he seeks to capture, a feeling that makes him rapturous, almost in another world, a world of fantasy that flashes across his mind.  He feels his being hit on the field.  The cock he is ingesting is something he had no idea existed within him.  The images of his life on the field keep exchanging themselves with the thunder in his throat and back and forth.  Victor, about to gag uncontrollably, pulls back and feels the glans once more fill his mouth.  His head is reeling and his throat is hurting in the most pleasant of ways.  He pulls back and looks up into Lonnie’s eyes, “WOW!!!  Where did that shit come from?”

“You just need the right stimulus, kid.  You know what I mean.  You want to try it again.”

“Let me swallow a little and suck on you a little and then you can give it to me again.  Man, I was blown away.  I want you to take me there again.  Man, the explosions.  I didn’t know where they were coming from.  I was here, there, and everywhere all at the same time.”

With that, Victor rises quickly and plants a kiss on Lonnie’s right nipple.  The kiss becomes a labor of stimulation as Victor squeezes Lonnie’s cock.  Victor moves quickly and vigorously to the left nipple, continuing to work Lonnie’s cock.

Lonnie finds Victor’s erection and begins stroking it.  The two men are preparing themselves for the second round of Lonnie’s deep penetration.

Victor tweaks the right nipple with his hand as he sucks and nibbles the one in his mouth.  Then without speaking, Victor drops to his knees, takes the shaft of Lonnie’s cock in his hand, and starts licking the head from every conceivable direction.

Now both men know what they do to each other and for each other.  But neither man knows what will finally happen when the scene expands.

Victor savors Lonnie’s cock, wrapping his lips around the cockhead below the glans.  Slowly, Victor leans in on Lonnie and feels the spot where the magic begins.  Victor pressures Lonnie’s cockhead to the very back of his mouth, pushing the head against the beginning of his throat.  Victor is loving the pressure of the cockhead, knowing it will descend to the base inside him.  Victor will be in another world and all because this old man’s dick is filling his entire throat.

Victor thinks to himself that none of this is making sense and yet it is hotter than anything he can have imagined.  The cockhead finds the opening to the path.  Victor pushes forward, enjoying the man’s hand on his head, holding him steady, but not pressuring him in any way.  Victor reaches up and tweaks Lonnie’s nips as he bends his head forward and feels the excruciating pleasure enter his unexplored depth.  This time Victor pushes even harder and feels his lips not merely close to the base, but hard on the base itself.  Victor melts as images of his life and of the moment battle within him for dominance.  Victor is unable to think; he can only feel, and feel he does.  Victor controls the urge in his stomach to wretch, holding on to this moment and feeling the fullness so deep within him.

Finally, the physical need for breath forces Victor to pull back and take a deep breath.  Lonnie says nothing, but keeps messing with Victor’s hair.  Victor falls back a bit and takes some deep breaths.

“I don’t think I can do that again.  Not right now, at least.”

“Why don’t you let me have a taste of you, but before I do, let’s get out of these clothes.  We can fold our jeans and use them to kneel and do whatever else on.”

“I can work with that.”

Both men strip, placing their Levis on the floor to give it maximum coverage.  Lonnie, after rubbing Victor’s arms, shoulders, and chest, also, giving Victor some nip time, Lonnie drops to his knees and his mouth becomes level with Victor’s spear.

In the moment Lonnie’s knees touch the floor, the magic of sex, of its eternal unrelenting youthfulness, envelopes Lonnie’s thoughts.  He is no longer in Charleroi in an all too familiar bookstore in the present; he is once again the 18 year old construction helper, skinny with his full head of black wavy hair, and the 26 year old god before him is his first love, his first experience, his first sense of fulfillment.

Lonnie presses his hands around Victor’s thighs as he gazes at Victor’s rock hard youthful manhood.  He relishes the clear silver liquid oozing out of Victor’s slit.  Lonnie moves his head closer, and, before placing his tongue on Victor, he looks up into Victor’s eyes and sees another time; dropping his eyes slowly over Victor’s body, Lonnie relives the dream that has been his life ever since his first encounter.  It is as if the many intervening years had vanished and the moment before him is the memory of the love that remains the great love of youth and beauty. 

Lonnie swipes a bit of the pre-cum from Victor’s cockhead and savors it inside his lips, which now brush against the moistened head.  Lonnie begins slowly kissing and licking the entire cock; he moves his head and body in almost contorting positions.  Lonnie teases himself by not taking Victor’s gift to manhood into his mouth.  Lonnie takes things extremely slowly, reaching up from time to time to tweak Victor’s nips.  Victor reaches down and rubs his hands on each side of Lonnie’s head.

Lonnie knows now is the time to enjoy the treat he has been playing with and wanting for so long.  Once more, Lonnie looks up directly into Victor’s eyes.  Victor nods knowingly, moving his hands in such a way as to let Lonnie know that now is time to start sucking his dick.

“Fucking, take it, man.  You’ve been teasing me long enough.”

Lonnie nods.

Lonnie opens his mouth and places his lips over the slit, letting his tongue twist from side to side before exiting his mouth and surprising the underside of Victor’s head.  Feeling each lick back and forth, Victor inadvertently twitches.  At that moment, Lonnie absorbs Victor’s entire cock within his mouth and throat.  What Lonnie had done to Victor; Victor was now doing to Lonnie, sending him into that never-never realm of total thoughtless concentration.

It is definitely Victor’s dick causing the sensations but the images inside Lonnie are of his first and foremost love.  This athletic god before him is duplicating another time.  A remembrance of love’s first flowering envelopes him and the extra push that Victor gives seals Lonnie’s fate in a moment of transcendence.  Memories become vivid realities and the reality Lonnie is experiencing are blended into a whirlpool of super exuberance, the present experience blowing away the past that had always been his ideal.  His ideal has come to him as a longed for gift, as something undeserved and Lonnie is being given the big bang, the ideal, a moment that can in no way repeat itself, a feeling that even as it is driving his mind, it is becoming a memory.

Lonnie’s need for breathe causes him to pull back and simply caress the head with his lips and his tongue.  His hands suddenly release the unwitting grip they have been squeezing into Victor’s thighs.  Lonnie continues to suck Victor’s dick.

Victor squats a bit which opens his cheeks.

“Hey, Daddy, my ass could use some attention, if you get my drift?”

Lonnie reaches around and grabs both of Victor’s ass cheeks, giving them a good squeeze.  At the same time, Lonnie deep throats Victor once again, and while holding his cockhead in the deepest reaches of his throat, Lonnie brings his fingers around the edge of Victor’s hole, teasing it with the promise of more to come.

After releasing Victor’s cock from his throat, mouth and lips, Lonnie speaks:  Turn around, bend over, and spread your cheeks.  Pops wants to eat some ass.

Victor complies.  He hears the spit exit Lonnie’s lips and feels its tingling on his ass.  Lonnie surveys the pink butt hole and quickly moves in with his tongue to capture the falling spit.  He brings all the liquid to the edge of Victor’s hole and begins to circle the outer edge of never-never land.  Moments later Lonnie’s lips are kissing the full hole, sucking its outer lip into his mouth where he works the fully reddened flesh with his tongue.

Victor lets out a yelp.  “Oh, Man, you’re doing it right.”

As Victor opens his eyes, he sees a pair of eyes looking at him through the adjacent gloryhole, and a fairly good sized one at that.  The eyes back away.

“Hey, Man, I just caught a pair of eyes staring at us.  I didn’t want to make this some public spectacle.”

Lonnie responds, “Let me check him out.”  Lonnie stands up, moves in front of Victor, goes to the wall and bends down, looking into the dimly lit room.  Lonnie recognizes a black man he plays with on a somewhat regular basis, and he knows the man is clean.  Lonnie whispers to the man and then goes back to eating the sweet, red pucker hole, burying his tongue deep within the walls of pleasure.

Lonnie pulls back, leans close to Victor’s ear and whispers, “The guy’s OK.  He’s going to show you something you’re going to want to suck on.  And go ahead and suck on it.”

Lonnie goes back to concentrating on Victor’s hole.  Victor continues to stare from time to time into the black hole, but he doesn’t see anything.  As Lonnie stands, he rubs his fingers along the outer rim and begins flicking the entire area in a random fashion.  Victor is still staring at the hole as Lonnie’s finger moves up inside him cautiously and ever deeper.  When Lonnie’s fingertip finds the rock hard prostate and pressures it ever so slightly, Victor goes into a spasm and starts shaking.

At that moment, Victor is focused on the black stallion sized cock coming through the gloryhole aimed right in his direction.

Lonnie instigates the scene, as he slowly moves his finger in and out of Victor’s ass.  “Go ahead.  Lick it and then see how much you can take in.”

Lonnie instigates the scene, as he slowly moves his finger in and out of Victor’s ass.  “Go ahead.  Lick it and then see how much you can take in your mouth.  If you can get the whole head, you are lucky.”

Victor wraps the cock with his right hand, absorbing its thickness and its hardness.  Lonnie urges him forward with the palm of his hand on his ass, now with two fingers buried deep inside Victor.

Victor stares at the black cockhead before him.  He feels his ass opening and loosening and wanting Lonnie’s dick.  In a concession to the times, Lonnie opens a package and puts on the condom.  Aware of the need for lubricant, Lonnie reaches in his coat pocket and pulls out a bottle of lube he had picked up on his way into the bookstore.  As Lonnie works his dick into Victor, Victor starts licking the black dick’s piss slit, tasting the clear liquid and driving himself crazy in the process.

Victor’s mind is split between the intense pleasure of his ass being opened and entered by Lonnie and his newly found wildness, kissing the head of a big black cock.  He wonders how he has gotten into such a pleasurable position, never having concentrated on any such scene when he jacks off.  This experience is coming at him from all directions, sucking and being fucked at the same time on all fours in an adult bookstore.  Never in his life has he imagined such madness.  In this really disgusting and used environment, he is finding himself giving in to his basest actions and loving every moment.

Lonnie places his well lubed cock against the holy of holies, as his eyes scan the broad shoulders and muscled back of this god on his knees giving pleasure to the most primal and most sexually exciting mystery of black sexuality.

“Go ahead, Kid.  Work your tongue under his foreskin as you suck his foreskin into your mouth.  Encircle his head inside the foreskin.  And while you are doing that, I’m going to push my cock into your ass and open you up like you’ve never been fucked before.”

Lonnie knew what he had and he knew what he did to men.  Whether it was the length, the girth, the slight curvature to the shaft or the mushroom head, his cock tears into a man in a way that makes him feel as if he’s never been fucked before, no matter who has fucked him or how many sexual partners he’s had. 

Victor feels Lonnie’s restrained urgency as Victor presses his ass back onto Lonnie’s cock.  The swelling of his hole sends shivers through his entire core.  Victor sucks harder on the foreskin, with the tip of his tongue working the piss slit.  Lonnie lets the first ring of resistance totally relax with just the touch of his head.  Victor moans and moves his lips over the skin covered head that stretches his mouth to the limit.

The first barrier to filling Victor with his dick, Lonnie needs to feel his head totally wrapped by Victor’s sphincter before moving deeper into Victor’s ass.  Victor feels every slight forward movement as he expands and envelopes Lonnie’s cockhead.  Victor melts when the head touches the prostate.  He sucks harder and harder on his fantasy cock.  Victor pulls back the foreskin and licks the silken head, unforgiving in its hardness.  The pre-cum continues to ooze as an unending stream.  Victor feels Lonnie’s cock move up inside him.  A warm sweetness passes through Victor’s body as he welcomes Lonnie’s manliness filling him to the edge of Lonnie’s balls.  Victor slowly pulls away and pushes himself back down upon Lonnie’s cock.  Then the rhythm begins.

Lonnie feels Victor twitch with each thrust and its slow retreat.

Victor parallels the feelings Lonnie is producing through his body with the pressure he places upon the rock hard dick head.  Victor finds himself making love to the dick in his mouth, not believing the volcanic eruptions Lonnie’s dick is giving him.

Slowly the black dick retreats.  Victor leans forward to keep sucking on his new found toy. The dick is gone and Lonnie is riding Victor’s tail like a Satyr.  Victor begins pushing back as Lonnie thrusts forward.  A compounded warmth beats through Victor’s body as he actively fucks Lonnie’s dick.  Victor knows that he can feel the total depth of Lonnie’s dick.  Lonnie halts his movement and lets Victor fuck his cock, let Victor determine the distance of the thrust.  Victor pulls away so far that Lonnie’s tip is outside his hole.  Victor finds the right angle and backs into Lonnie’s dick with an almost frenzied motion.  His young, virile body writhes in excitement and a new found world that has just materialized. 

When Victor succumbs to reality and once again focuses on the gloryhole, he is now staring at a well formed, well-muscled black hole.

Lonnie without missing a beat, leans in, and says, “Go ahead, eat it, suck on it, lick it.  He’s clean.  He is fanatically clean. Smell it and taste its sweetness.  You’ll want to eat him like candy.  Put your hands on each cheek, pull them apart and start treating yourself to the sweetest ass you’ll ever find.”

Victor and Lonnie continue to fuck while Victor begins his exploration of the clean cherry lubed hole before him.  He finds himself moving his tongue forward to the rhythm he has created with Lonnie.  Lonnie at that point begins fucking the edge of his hole, popping the outer ring like a ping pong ball.  Victor is driven to the edge of sexual madness, when Lonnie pulls out of Victor’s ass completely.  Victor continues sucking and licking the wonderful, electric hole his mouth is overcome by.  Victor’s tongue moves as consciously deep as he is able to get.  Victor licks around the edge and then moves to the inside, licking, slurping and sucking unconsciously.  Lonnie’s rhythm and depth drive him wild.  Victor has no room for reflection.  The feelings from his mouth and his ass fill his entire body.  Every synapse in his brain creates a new world, a new consciousness directly from his overwhelming sensual experience.  It’s as if in one moment his wish for sexual gratification is met and exceeded, exceeded to such a degree as to be unimaginable and unduplicatable.  Amid the thrusts of his tongue and the pulling of his lips, he realizes he has broken boundaries he never knew existed.

Suddenly, Lonnie pulls Victor from the gloryhole and turns him around.  In a quick motion, Lonnie pulls the rubber from his cock and rests it on Victor’s mouth.  Victor opens his mouth and takes the head and sucks on it pushing it back over his tongue into his throat, gagging him with the overwhelming intensity.  Victor backs off and sucks.  The sweet cherry flavor is transferred to Lonnie’s cock, intensifying recent activity with the present.  Victor knows the degree he has to be open to accept Lonnie’s cock deep within his throat, but the signals that action sends to his brain is addictive, and the solution to the addiction rests on his tongue and between his lips.

Lonnie tells Victor to back up to the glory hole where that cock is awaiting his hole, now ready to accept the mythology of Africa.  Victor turns around and sees the big black lubed and codomed cock waiting for him to mount it.  A moment of hesitation briefly flies across his mind, and without further thought takes the cock in his hand and guides it to his hole at the angle of acceptance.

Lonnie is standing looking at Victor as he gives up his ass to another man.  Victor motions Lonnie to give him his dick, as Victor pushes open his ass with the head of a dick he couldn’t take totally into his mouth.  His hole feels the greater size as his muscle opens to receive the monster.  At that very moment, Victor grabs Lonnie’s ass and pulls his dick deep into his throat.  Victor rocks back and forth between the dick in his ass and the dick down his throat.  He is learning to hold his breath longer and how to manipulate his throat to stimulate Lonnie’s head.

Lonnie hears three knocks on the wall.

“He’s getting ready to cum.    How close are you?”

“Close enough.  You?”

“I’m with you.  Let’s do it.”

With that deft hand so used to bringing him at the end of the batehole, Victor pulls his cock in that particular way that leads to an almost immediate orgasm.  Lonnie pulls out, jacks at the edge of Victor’s mouth.  Three more beats on the wall.

Victor works his ass, his dick, and sees the first ejaculate out of Lonnie’s cock.  Victor feels the pulsating explosion in his ass as his own cock, balls inside him, let go of the build-up that spews out in front of him, as Lonnie’s dick continues to deliver the liquid proof of his manhood sliding his dick into Victor’s mouth as the last of the sperm oozes out onto Victor’s tongue.

Then a moment of silence.  And, as in slow motion, the black dick extracts itself, the roll of towels is employed, and clothes return to their bodily location.  Victor turns around and gazes at the glory hole, observing the large condom, now filled, draped over the bottom edge.

Victor smiles as he finishes dressing.  He nods and leaves.

In the drive back, he feels the residue of feeling still residing within his ass and around his hole.  He moves in the seat sometimes to initiate a new feeling, sprouting new memories.

A few weeks later, Victor finds himself alone in the locker room with Lamar.

Lamar looks at Victor and smiles.  “What did you think of the used condom dangling over the edge of the glory hole?”

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Detective Mike Fells was 28 years old, straight and despite being married, he was also a serial cheat. His wife had found out about his latest indiscretion and had kicked him out of their apartment while threatening to file for divorce.

Mike decided to let her cool off by going to a cheap motel. He needed time to crack down on a case as well, involving a serial kidnapper named Snatcher. Snatcher’s identity up to this point has never been caught on camera because he’s been clever but in the last few months, several young men – gay, straight and/or bisexual seemed to have gone missing.

They were men in their twenties or thirties, all of different backgrounds and social status, but all snatched at night and in the LA area as close to one another as possible. While Mike could admit to being a terrible husband with a penchant for anything in a skirt, he was however a good detective and he was determined to nail the bastard who was kidnapping these men. 

Staying in the motel he was staying in wasn’t a great experience. It was fairly decrepit looking with a surly manager who looked at Mike with annoyance. Mike even heard him mouthing on the phone about having a detective staying at his place being bad for business. If cracking the case that could make his career wasn’t such a priority for him, Mike would’ve probably confronted the angry SOB about his comments but right now, a belligerent motel manager was nothing compared to the case he was trying to crack.

Mike looked at all the locations in which the four victims (so far, both to his and the LAPD’s knowledge) had been taken and he thought he was getting somewhere. That maybe, just maybe he could find the kidnapper’s secret location and perhaps, the guys themselves. Mike had been working on this for a few hours and realised that he needed something to eat. He left his files down and headed out for a burger. Then to a bar for a few beers before deciding that he needed to return to work. He was getting close to something, he could feel it in his gut.

He walked past the motel manager who was screaming on the phone to someone. Mike didn’t care to find out who, he just wanted to get back to his work. As he stepped into his room, he tried to turn on the light, only to find it wasn’t coming on.

“What the hell?” Mike grunted aloud but before he could say anything else, a hand with a rag clamped over his mouth and Mike struggled in the grip of an intruder.

Mike could barely make the intruder out as he struggled and began to lose consciousness but it looked like a man in his forties, poorly shaved and with a scar on his cheek.

“Heard you’ve been looking for me,” the man said, almost whispering in Mike’s ear. “Thought I’d find you instead.”

Snatcher, Mike realised too late as he was succumbing to unconsciousness. As Mike lay on the ground, his attacker threw him over his shoulder and began to walk down the hallway, past reception. The motel manager saw them but he didn’t look surprised.

“Thanks for the heads up,” Snatcher said, keeping a tight hold on Mike’s body.

“Just get rid of the fucker,” the motel manager said, jotting something down in a notebook. “Last thing my place needs is his kind stinking up the joint.”

Snatcher ignored the last comment and walked out, throwing Mike into the back of a van and driving off. The detective had been close to blowing his whole scheme. He would pay for that with his life.

A few hours later, Mike woke up in a dark room and to his horror, he realised that he had been restrained tightly. His waist was bound to a chair with thick rope along with his hands behind his back and his feet together. Four strips of tape had been placed over his mouth, so he was gagged tightly. Mike struggled and began to moan as loud as he could for help, realising that he was in quite the bind. 

At least five minutes passed before the dark room had light shine in on it. The door was open and standing outside it was the Snatcher himself. 

“Ain’t this a pretty picture, huh?” Snatcher said, stepping a little inside. “Seems you’re in quite a pickle there, Detective Fells or can I call you, Mike?”

Mike didn’t recognise the man other than knowing him as the serial kidnapper but it didn’t stop him from foolishly trying to assert some authority by trying to demand his freedom. Snatcher was unmoved by Mike’s foolish attempts to demand anything.

“Let me go, you fucker,” Mike muffled hard and it was clear enough for Snatcher to make out what he was saying.

“I’m sorry, my dear Detective Mike Fells,” Snatcher replied mockingly, “but I cannot do that.”

Snatcher came closer to Mike and was now gripping his hair so Mike was face to face with him. Although Mike’s shirt wasn’t open, it didn’t stop Snatcher with his other hand, rubbing up and down, getting a feel of Mike’s toned body. Mike tried to look away in disgust but he couldn’t and then to be a spiteful bastard, Snatcher smacked Mike in the dick, making him whimper into his gag.

“Here’s the thing, Mikey,” Snatcher smiled. “The guys you’re looking for are now longer in the country so to speak and in a day’s time, neither will you.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Mike muffled again while struggling harder and harder to break free of his bonds. It was utterly pointless as they were too tight.

“You guys at the LAPD call me Snatcher and it’s an apt moniker I’ll admit,” the guy replied, now sitting on another chair beside Mike. “I seek out and snatch good looking and fit men like you. I then send these men to my contacts who then send you off to somewhere far away where you’re never seen again. Don’t be scared, you’re not going to be killed my good lad, what would be the point in that?”

Mike grunted a swear under his gag, his face contorted in both anger and fear. He then realised two other men were now in the room. Mike barely any time to react when Snatcher took a photo of him.

“Something for me to remember you by,” Snatcher answered. “I was hoping to fuck your straight guy ass but unfortunately, these two are here and you have to go with them. Maybe I’ll visit you one day.”

Mike panicked in fear as both guys came towards him. With his waist untied from the chair, the first guy grabbed him by the arms and chest while the second by his legs. Mike kicked and struggled and Snatcher just watched as he was being loaded into a crate with four other guys, one who had been snatched earlier in the evening, were similarly gagged and bound. Before the crate shut, one of the thugs just had to get his own taunt in to the distressed men.

“Don’t worry, guys,” the obnoxious thug said, no compassion in his voice at all. “You’re going to make a lot of men happy.”

Mike and the other men try to scream and moan for help as the door closed and bolted tightly. In a few hours time, they were all going to be taken to a place where escape would be impossible.

PART TWO

I reach the park and take out my eight inch dick. I bring my hand around it and begin to stroke, while thinking back to the way Grayson fucked Liam a few minutes ago. My small, slender best friend was pounded heavily by my husband’s twelve inch tool. Their bodies stuck to each other’s while their tongues wrestled with each other.

Fuck! I stop jerking my cock just thinking about how wrong this is! What’s up with me? I should’ve been the one riding Grayson and having my hole stuffed while his tongue penetrated my mouth! I should’ve pushed Liam off and claimed that dick that’s supposed to be bound to me.

But I didn’t. Instead I sat there and watched from a distance as my husband impaled another guy with so much passion. I feel like a loser.

I cram my dick back inside my briefs before zipping my pants back up. I turn on the car and begin to drive back to my home where I notice Liam’s car is missing. I guess he only came for my husband and not me. I park the car and get out.

As I enter the door I could smell the recently sprayed air freshener that I guess was meant to block out the after smell of sex. Figures that they’d try and keep this from me. I walk into the living room where I spot Grayson with the remote in his hand and a beer in the other.

“Hey babe, you’re home early,” he states as he brings the head of the bottle to his lips and takes a drink.

I sit opposite of him and stare at his bulge, thinking back to what transpired all over again. Should I call him out or play this off?

“Are you going to stay staring at my bulge all day, baby?” He asked as he began to rub his bulge over his sweatpants. I notice the way his cock began to harden to its full twelve inches.

“No, I think I’m just going to lay down. What are you doing here though? Shouldn’t you be at some coaching retreat?” I ask, sticking to keeping his unfaithfulness to myself for the moment. I’ll play this off and see what more he’s hiding.

“Nope, it was canceled so I stayed home with my favorite man,” he replied casually. I guess he’s not going to bring up the cheating. “By the way, Vic is coming over to watch the game with me in a few, so we’ll try not to be too loud,” he spoke. If I didn’t catch him in the act earlier today, I would’ve missed his possible underlying message behind those words, but I can’t really know if Vic would fuck around with a married man.

Vic is our neighbor and one of Grayson’s students from the football team. He’s the quarterback and a total stud if you ask me. He’s muscular, tall at 5’9, and a total Latin hottie, with nice tan skin and short black hair.

I nod to my husband and walk out of the room. I make my way to my bedroom where I spot new sheets on the bed. The memories of Liam being pounded rush back to me, the way his small frame squirmed under my husband’s large and hairy body. I recall the way his mouth trapped Grayson’s tongue as he sucked on it while riding his cock.

I was tempted to stroke my cock again, but I stopped myself and instead went to my desk where I had my laptop. I turned it on and brought it over to my bed. I clicked on an app that let me check the living room through a security camera that I had installed a few months back.

I was just in time too, because just as the image loaded of my husband on the couch, the doorbell rang and I knew well who was on the other side. Grayson stood from the couch and opened the door.

Vic stood on the other side. His eighteen year old, athletic body glimmered with sweat. I guess he just came from a game or something, but that’s not the only way he appeared. He was shirtless too.

I knew Vic well enough to know that he used to crush on my husband a lot ever since he moved next door. He never too it further, or at least I think he didn’t, but now I’m not too sure.

Grayson pulled the boy by his neck until their chests were pressed against each other. Vic closed the door behind him and Grayson trapped the teens body between it and his own body. He cupped Vic roughly by his chin and tilted his head upwards as he began to lick the sweat off the teens neck.

“Eric is upstairs,” said Grayson, but Vic shrugged and wrapped his arms around my husband’s neck before wrapping his legs around his waist. Grayson held him up by his ass cheeks as rubbed his large hands over them.

They separated from the wall. Grayson carried the Latin hunk to the couch where they sat. Vic straddled my husband and began to make out with him. Grayson moved his hands into Vic’s shorts and began to pull them off, while rubbing one hand in between his ass cheeks.

I could hear them moaning as they played with each other and it brought back a hardness into my pants. Fuck, I shouldn’t be feeling this.

“Daddy wants to see the game, so you’re going to have to play while I watch, okay?” Grayson spoke, and the teen nodded eagerly as he stood from my husband’s lap. He kneeled down on the floor and began to rub his hands over my husband’s bulge. Grayson unbuttoned his jeans while watching the game, but Vic rushed to take them off for him with his underwear.

Vic held onto Grayson’s cock and began to stroke it. His gaze was stuck on the large stick of meat and all that could be seem in his eyes was pure lust for my husband. He brought the cock to his mouth and began to lick under it with his tongue as if it were a giant lollipop. I could hear Grayson moan as Vic started to get faster.

After a while of teasing, Vic stuck the head inside between his lips and began to circle his tongue over it, making precum ooze onto his tongue. The teen began to add more inches in his mouth before settling into a rhythm of bobbing his head.

I could hear Grayson’s moans as he put his giant hand behind Vic’s head, making the cock hungry jock deep threat my husband’s monster cock.

“Fuck kid, I’m going to miss this when you graduate,” spoke Grayson as he picked up Vic easily and dragged him on top. Grayson grabbed his cock and aligned it to Vic’s hungry hole. Before the jock could go down, Grayson held onto his face and brought their lips together. They started making out while Vic teased Grayson’s hard dick with the crevice of his ass cheeks.

Out of desperation, Grayson held tightly onto Vic’s waist and began to lower his hole onto his cock. I could hear a low cry, not really knowing if it was coming from the speaker anymore, but the sound was definitely one of pleasure. Vic moaned as my husband finished impaling his nice round bubble butt.

They stayed like that for a while, Vic’s ass getting comfortable with the length of my man’s cock. Grayson grabbed Vic by the face again and squished Vic’s lips until they opened and began to drop his saliva into the boys mouth. Vic hungrily licked up the saliva and began to make out with my husband again.

Grayson began fucking Vic. The small Latin jock began riding my husband’s large white cock while circling his hips as it came down. The slapping of their skin could be heard throughout the room.

I watched in awe as they fucked in the living room, both not really caring if I came down anytime, but instead enjoying themselves with their hot naked bodies. I watched for what seemed like fifteen more minuets until their moans began to get louder.

Grayson took Vic off of him and brought the jock to his knees. He ordered the boy to open his mouth and fed the teen his man juice. Vic ate all of my husband’s cock happily.
They both got dressed again and this time sat next to each other on the couch as if the last few minutes never happened. The only difference now is that Vic cuddled into my husband, with Grayson’s big muscular arm over the teen’s shoulder.

“I think you’re going to have to stay after school more often,” Grayson spoke, with obvious lust in his voice.

“I think I will, Daddy,” replied Vic, as he began to stroke my husband’s cock again.

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OPERATION: SIMON (PART 4)

by Robert Furlong

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I awoke with my son’s breath panting against my face and the hard-on inside the front of his boxers grinding roughly into my similarly aroused cock.  I realised he was still asleep and that during the night we must have snuggled up face-to-face in the hostel double bed.  Our two large bulges had started rubbing against each other, growing steadily firmer through the material of his shorts and my briefs.  Soon gentle nuzzles had given way to more deliberate jabs, until by now we were ramming our two full erections together, bucking our hips back and forth as we crotch-humped in our sleep.

I smiled at Jake’s excitement and heard myself gasping from my own.  The front of my generously-pouched white Calvins was struggling to contain the enormity of my driving manhood, and I could feel that my son’s tighter-fitting shorts were being stretched to near-tearing by the frantic thrusting of his thick, solid rod.

I became aware that our bed was squeaking in time with the heaving of our bodies and so I opened my eyes to see if either of our companions had been awoken by the noise we were making.   As I expected, Guy’s son – who had probably slept little during the night – was peering over to watch us clinging onto each other, pounding our hips so frantically together under the cover of the bed sheets.

I smiled at him to show that I was happy for him to watch Jake and I start our day by vigorously frotting our erections together.  Then I flung the bed sheets aside so that Simon could see the fronts of underpants stretched into great thickened rods thrusting in time as our two big cocks stimulated each other.

Simon was a similar age to Jake – just gone twenty-one – but he lacked my son’s sexual confidence as well as his eagerness to experiment with pretty much anyone who was up for it, including his own dad!

Simon smirked sheepishly as if he knew what he was seeing was flagrantly taboo but wanted to show that he very much liked it nonetheless.  I grinned back more broadly hoping to make the point that not only do I greatly enjoy such intimacy with my son but that, since his own brawny father was sleeping next to him in his bed, he might soon like to sample the pleasures of incest for himself.

Jake began to awake, his bleary eyes furrowing with confusion at first, until he quickly figured out what the two of us were doing.  His gasping mouth formed a smile as he remembered we were in Barcelona, sharing a hostel room with his buddy and their two dads.  Then his eyes narrowed with naughty amusement as he realised he was in the middle of a very rough and noisy frot with his own sweet papa, our two big upright hard-ons working furiously together as they bucked back and forth through the taut material of our undies.

“Fuck yeah!” Jake chortled and thrust his hips more roughly.  Simon beamed across at me, wide-eyed, as he understood that our sex together wasn’t something furtive or one-sided, but something that both Jake and I actively indulge in as an established father-son couple.

Then Simon got up from his bed and stood over ours, peering down at the two of us jabbing our tenting boners together and I saw that his own pyjama shorts were raised high from the long, thin pole he’d grown inside them.

Jake reached down and released his cock from his boxers.  He tucked the waistband under his two enormous bollocks and then fumbled with my briefs to do the same to mine.

Now that our two huge manhoods were free from their confines, we drove them faster together, clinging onto each other by the hips.

I smiled up at Simon and panted, “This is so much better than just masturbating… it’s so much more intense…”

Now aware of his old school friend standing behind him, Jake looked up at him and grinned, “Aw yeah… this is awesome, buddy… a bit of daddy-love is so fucking hot!”

“Do you guys…?” Simon tailed off, finding his breathing more shallow than he expected, before trying again, “Do you do this often?”

“All the fucking time, mate,” my son lied – this was the first time we had properly frotted our cocks together.  “Come on, dad, let’s show him how we do it at home!”

We got up together, pulling our underpants down further, and then squatted face-to-face holding each other around the waists.  We started driving our large erections together in long upward arcs so that the ribs and knots of Jake’s veiny shaft grated against the smoother underside of mine.  Our balls bobbed together, feeling big solid and hairy, and we were sweating and panting as we clung onto each other, urgently sweeping our cocks shaft-to-shaft.

“Fuck yeah!” Jake repeated a good deal more breathlessly.  “Hard and fast, dad… really hard and fast!”

We sped up and thrust more roughly so that our hips were cracking together in hurried applause.  The bed was screeching wildly – its metal frame complaining from our rowdy exertions – but I didn’t care if we woke the whole hostel with our father-son frotting.  All that mattered was my son’s cock pummelling against my own, their two slits now seeping copiously and dribbling thick goo down the length of our shafts.

This is what I call true gay lovemaking.  Anal sex is hugely enjoyable and I don’t deny I’m an ardent fan, but penile frottage is exclusive to homosexual couplings and I was thrilled to be finally experiencing its masculine energy with my son.

We were making love as two men using our two very large cocks and I have to admit that the sensation was divine.

“Come on let’s nut together!” Jake breathed hotly into my face.  “See if we can time it just right!”

We grabbed onto each other harder, clapping our hips wildly together and slamming our huge hard phalluses upwards with all the force we could muster.  Jake’s thick, veiny shaft grated against my bulbous cock head, making me pant and whimper at the exquisite friction of its coarse, knotted underside.

My organ felt bigger and more swollen than it ever does when it’s up inside my son’s bum.  Frotting has always stimulated it more intensely, making it fill and harden into a towering rod of excitement, visibly throbbing as it thrust up and down and pouring out precum like a slow stream of piss.

“I’m getting close,” Jake gasped.  “My spunk’s gonna hit the fucking ceiling!”

“You guys look… I can’t even describe how amazing you look,” Simon muttered, still standing next to our bed with his own hard-on tenting his pyjama shorts out high.  “It should be creepy but… Jesus!  It’s just so totally hot!”

We both leaned backwards slightly to flaunt our two big cocks to our eager voyeur.  We jabbed them frantically upwards, showing off their huge bloated heads looking polished and purple, and Simon gasped as he ogled them, admiring the beauty of father-son cock-love.

“Get yours out!” Jake commanded him.  “Show us that foot-long dick of yours!”

Simon grinned and pulled the waistband of his shorts up and over his erection, releasing it to arch thinly upwards with the red head of it exposed and shaped like a long mushroom cap.

“Aw yeah!” Jake bellowed.  “That has to be the most awesome fucking cock!”

“It’s gorgeous!” I grunted, marvelling equally at its incredible length and slimness of girth.  “Looks as good as it tastes!”

Jake’s cock let rip with a blasting gusher of cum at the memory of seeing me sucking his friend’s skinny cock in his bedroom at home.  It shot upwards between us, making a high arc of white goo above our faces, before splashing down on us both and covering our shoulders and chests.

The strong smell of my son’s semen aroused me as it always does when he climaxes first, and within seconds my own big shiny bell-head was flinging out its own sticky load, showering us further with great pearls of my seed.

We grabbed each other closely again, humping our cocks more roughly together and laughing at how we were becoming smeared with each other’s acrid-smelling juice.  Our two wide slits were still expelling rope after rope of jizz and it was making our chests squelch together and our pubes sopping wet.

“We absolutely stink!” I chortled, as the thrusting of our hips finally slowed.  “But, God, it was worth it!”

“Just think,” Jake grinned, glancing down at the thick layer of cream encrusting us both.  “Some of the sperms you just shot out might be tiny versions of me!”

I scooped some of our spunk up and pretended to study it.  “Maybe you could have had a few brothers… and then we could’ve had a lot more fun!”

“You guys are so funny!” Simon laughed, tucking his hard-on back away into shorts.

Jake and I pulled apart and clambered off the bed as Simon grabbed a pack of tissues from his bag to pass us a few from it.  We started wiping ourselves down as he said, “I love how you worked with each other… the way you kept in time and matched each other’s strength…”

“Dad and son fun, buddy,” Jake grinned.  “Always works a treat!”

“Are there other ways you do it?” Simon asked.

“Of course,” I smiled, enjoying the way he was watching me clean up and peering with interest at my large organ slowly softening and beginning to droop.  “If Jake and I both happen to be horny together, we don’t always need there to be a bed!”

“Yeah, but what I mean is…” he said, looking both fascinated and curious, “do you always just rub your dicks together… or do you do other stuff too?”

“We do other stuff too.” I nodded.  “It’s quite surprising how many ways two male bodies can find to pleasure each other.”

That made him grin eagerly and his shorts tent higher and further outwards.  Before he could ask for clarification, Jake said, “Did you like how we both came when we were looking at your dick?”

“Yeah, that was ace!” he chortled.  “I was like, ‘Should I really get my cock out?’ and then I did and you both started jizzing off!”

I saw him look again at my plump penis, now growing increasingly floppy and nuzzling down into my hairy balls, and decided that – at some point – I would exploit his interest.  At the moment, the focus was on getting him together with his dad, but once we’d accomplished that, I decided I’d try to seduce him myself and hopefully push the big tube of meat he so liked the look of up the little pink hole he’d flashed us the previous evening.

I finished wiping myself down and threw the wad of tissues into the bin, then I pulled my briefs back up feeling amused at the disappointment so evident on Simon’s face.

“Well, you seemed to enjoy watching us gratifying ourselves,” I smiled at him.  I chose to call it gratifying ourselves rather than ‘having sex’ or ‘frot-fucking’ to make it seem less troubling that a father would enjoy such intimacy with his son.  I was determined that he’d enjoy something similar with his own dad – hopefully let Guy take things a good deal further – and I wanted it to seem totally unremarkable that a man would regularly indulge in this way with his adult offspring.

“I just love how you guys are so cool together,” Simon replied.  “I wish I could be more like that with my dad.”

“You can be, buddy,” Jake grinned back, still wiping our combined sperm from his pubic bush which seemed to have borne the brunt of our outpourings.  “Just give it time…”

I went over to the dresser to set up the little travel kettle I’d bought specially for the trip.  I had some plastic cups and sachets of coffee I’d pilfered from more salubrious hotels Jake and I had stayed in, and I started setting them up so we could all have our first caffeine fix of the day.

Simon glanced over to where his dad was sleeping soundly in a heap with the dull roar starting up from the kettle having even less impact on his deep oblivion than our frotting had.  Then he said, more quietly, “Last night, when you guys were sleeping, my dad put his hand in my shorts and… well… wanked me off.”

“Nice one, dude!” Jake laughed, and raised a sticky hand to high-five him.

Simon just laughed at the spunk-smeared palm being offered, before asking, “You really think that’s a good thing?”

“Of course I do!  It’s all about trust… it shows you guys are getting closer!”

“Do you let your dad masturbate you?”

“Sometimes yeah… and vice versa…”

“It’s perfectly natural,” I smiled over as I shook coffee from the sachets into the plastic cups.  “When we snuggle we often find one or other of us develops an erection and, as Jake says, it’s an act of trust and closeness to provide… shall we say… a helping hand.”

I was keeping my voice low but it was clear that Guy was completely out for the count.  He was slumped on his front with his stubbled face scrunched up from being so deeply sunk into the pillow, and the only sign of life we were likely to get from him in this state was the occasional blast of guttural man-fart.

“Well… I kind of freaked out,” Simon winced.

“Was that when I… er… woke up?” I asked.

“Yeah.  My dad’s hand felt so nice stroking me that it made me jizz off.  Then I got angry with him and said it hadn’t been okay for him to do that.”

“Dad’s hands do feel nice, bud!” Jake chuckled.  He threw his tissue into the bin and pulled his boxer-briefs back up so that his drooping cock and sizable nuts formed a spectacular bulge in the well-stretched pouch.  “They just sort of know what to do!”

Simon nodded.  “To be honest, my dad wanked me off better than I wank myself.  I got so into it that… well… I let him push his dick against my butt.”

“Well that’s nice too,” I smiled.  “You heard that Jake had his penis jabbing into back of my briefs as we settled down to sleep and I found its gentle pressure, as I always do, extremely pleasant.”

“I let him pull my shorts down at the back… he had his knob out of his underpants and was rubbing it up and down between my cheeks…”

“Is that why you were wet back there… why you had to wipe your bottom?”

“Yeah,” Simon nodded.  “My dad creamed off.  It felt so nice feeling him… you know… shooting off against my toot.  But then afterwards it felt really, really wrong.”

“Wrong?” Jake laughed.  “It’s fucking awesome, is what it is!  I thought you and your old man had kind of drifted apart these last few years… show how wrong I was!”

I smiled at my son’s encouragement.  This was exactly what Simon needed to hear.

Simon nodded, clearly lapping up every word, and then asked, “Do you two rub your dicks up and down in each other’s butt cracks?”

“You just saw us frotting our cocks together,” I smiled, “so yes, sometimes we frot from the rear.”

“Have you actually… you know…?”

“Given each other a back-spray?” Jake chortled.  “Yeah, we’ve flung a few loads out from between each other’s cheeks!”

“No, I mean… do you guys actually… well….?”

“I don’t want to get into a checklist of things I enjoy with my son,” I smiled as the water in the kettle started boiling and the switch clicked off.  “We do what feels right for us both at any given time.  If you’d like to indulge similarly with your own father, then that’s something I would heartily encourage you to explore.”

“I guess I over-reacted,” Simon said glumly.  “I suddenly felt all guilty… like we’d just done something really weird…”

“That’s a quirk of the male orgasm,” I nodded, leaving the water in the kettle to cool a little so that it wouldn’t soften the plastic cups too much.  “All men experience it to at least some extent after experimenting with something outside of their sexual comfort zone.”

“Well, it doesn’t seem that much of a big deal now… especially after seeing you guys going dick-to-dick.  Maybe when we get back home, I’ll have another snuggle with my dad… let him bring us both off again if he wants to.”

“That sounds like a good plan,” I agreed, turning back to the cups to start pouring the hot water onto the coffee granules.  I fully intended that we’d get Simon and his dad back down to business long before then, and I knew that Guy would be hoping for a lot more fun than just reaching into his kid’s pyjama shorts to give his knob a quick spanking.

We took a few tentative sips of our coffee because it was way too hot and then Simon shook his dad’s burly frame to wake him up.

“Come on, dad… it’s morning… there’s some coffee…”

Guy roused himself slowly and from how bleary-eyed he looked and confused he seemed, I wondered how long he must have lain awake worrying about what he’d just done with the young man he’d raised since birth.

“Oh… er… thanks son,” he muttered croakily.  “You okay?”

“I’m fine, dad,” Simon smiled, passing him his drink once he was sitting up properly.  “I just freaked out last night.  Jake and his dad have helped me put things into perspective.”

“Oh right,” Guy nodded, taking a deep gulp from his coffee without even flinching at the scalding heat.  “I was really worried about how upset you seemed afterwards…”

“Yeah, sorry about that… I just… I dunno… it felt so good and then suddenly seemed really wrong…”

I gestured across at Jake.  “Come on… I think we better head out to the shower room!”

“Sounds good,” he agreed and so we grabbed our wash-bags and towels and left the fledgling love-birds to their explanations and apologies.

The men’s shower room was steamy and crowded: a forest of wet hairy bodies, shrivelled cocks and fat butts.

A single shower head was untaken so I asked Jake if he was up for sharing, to which he smirked and nodded.

We pulled our underpants off, releasing our two spent manhoods and low-swinging bollocks, and then bounded together into the vacant shower.  We squeezed in between the other men, making it clear by repeatedly calling each other dad and son that we were just a normal father and his kid having to shower together.

At first we soaped ourselves, letting our large limp penises thump against each other as we jostled around under the spray.  We chatted about our day ahead, pretending to oblivious to dad’s fat droop slapping hard against son’s downward curving schlong, laughing and joking together as we let our oversized sausages wrestle and frolic.

Men stared over – some hostile, others curious – and a few of our shower mates’ wrinkled floppies started to show their own signs of interest.

Then we giggled as we squirted shower gel at each other, at first goofing around like two silly mates and then becoming more purposeful as we soaped each other down.  Jake lathered the soap against my chest so that it frothed down onto my big droop and then dribbled from its fat head like thick gobs of cum.  And I caressed it into his solid abs and washboard stomach, laughing as the bubbles became trapped in his pubes until they were hanging from his balls like an old man’s beard.

By now some men were sprouting semis and some rushed from the showers before their cocks too blatantly betrayed their incestuous intrigue.

“Do you want me to wash your back, dad?” Jake asked with a cheeky smirk and a wink.

“That’d be really good of you, son,” I replied, turning around to present my broad back and arse to him.

Jake kneaded soap between my shoulder blades with his chubby droop bashing heavily against my bum, and then said, “Lean forwards… the shower spray’s washing the suds away…”

I bent fully over with my hands on my knees, like I would if I were letting my son take me from behind, and pushed my two big buttocks against his well-hung crotch.  He washed my back thoroughly letting his soft but solid phallus slap roughly into the hairy gulley between my cheeks.

It felt very nice being in this position with Jake, offering him my bottom while he stood upright behind me.  Often at home he would fuck me for real like this.  We might be watching something on TV and he’d say, “I’m horny.  Fancy a fuck?”  I’d get up and pull my trousers and underpants down and then bend down to offer him my swollen arsehole for relief.  And he’d stand behind me and use it with a silent urgency I’d come to enjoy, before plonking himself back down on the couch and getting on with the TV.

I smiled at the man in front of me as I stayed bent over with Jake washing my back.  He stared back at me and then blushed a deep shade of scarlet when I smirked at the hard-on raised upwards from his dense pubic bush.  He grabbed his things and left, as did an older man who muttered something unpleasant-sounding in Spanish while throwing us a beligerent look.

“Want me to lather your crack up, dad?” Jake asked and I nodded eagerly.

He squirted some of the soap between my two dumpy cheeks and then worked his cock up and down in the forested valley to make it froth and bubble and clean my big bloated arsehole.

“I’m not gonna touch you back here… but this should do the job nicely!”

I chuckled, “Feels good to me!” as he grabbed my shoulders and ground his big soft cock up and down between my buttocks to thoroughly wash around my gape.  He thrust his hips back and forth and I worked my bum roughly against his chunky floppy.  Even the most naive and simple-minded of observers would see in our playful shenanigans a young man enthusiastically taking his own father up the arse.

A couple more men rushed out of the shower room, one struggling to conceal a very large and thick olive-coloured erection, as Jake pulled off me and commanded, “Now do me!”

We changed positions and I washed his back while he bent forwards, and then grabbed him by the hips so my cock could work up a lather between his two firm, squat buttocks.  As I slid my cock up and down, I could feel the prominent pucker of his cock-loosened anus and then my cock started harden at the memory of how nice it felt for it to be buried up there.

The last of the men chose that moment to leave us to our lewd cavortions, and then Jake and I laughed loudly together that we now had the room all to ourselves.

We parted and rinsed ourselves under separate sprays and Jake chortled, “How to clear a shower room in two minutes flat!”

“I was actually wondering if one of them might hang around for a bit of a fun…”

“Yeah, that bloke with the massive dick could’ve taken over back-washing duties from you!”

“Really?” I chuckled, washing the suds from my arse crack that Jake’s cock had left behind.  “I’m still very much spent from our frot… would you really have been up for him rogering your bottom so soon after your orgasm?”

“‘Course I would!” Jake laughed, turning around so I could see that his huge member was now half-stiffened again from the prospect of it.  “How hot would it have been to let my old man watch me get fucked by some big-bollocked stranger who probably didn’t even speak English?!”

“Wow!” I laughed.  “That would have been most enjoyable!”

“It’d be good the other way too… me watching your arse getting knobbed by some bloke you don’t even know!”

“Gosh, yes!  That would be fun!”

Jake grinned at me.  “Maybe when we get back home we should go cruising together, dad…”

“I rather think we should!” I chuckled.  “I know a few places where the two of us could spend some… shall we say… quality time together!”

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When we got back to the room, I was surprised to find that Guy and Simon were sitting on the edge of their bed with the fronts of their underwear pulled down so that they could compare their two dissimilar dicks.  Simon’s was up like a broom handle again, and he held it proudly for his father with its long mushroom cap pushed out from his foreskin.  Guy’s was plump but only semi-hard and it flopped forwards over the gusset of his briefs, looking much thicker than his son’s but with only about half of its length.

“I dunno when it fattened up,” Guy was saying.  “Maybe when I was in my early twenties, so yours might thicken up a bit too.”

“I would love it!” Simon laughed.  “Imagine my length with your thickness!”

Guy looked at me and grinned and Jake shut the door behind us.  “We’re comparing cocks,” he chuckled.  “Having a daddy-son moment.”

“Yeah, Jake and I had a similar moment,” I grinned back, remembering the time I first saw that my son’s incredible erection was even longer and thicker than the one I was showing him.

I took my towel from around my waist to let my hefty droop join in with the party and Jake used his towel to start drying his hair, so that all four of our penises were out on parade.

“Does yours have big lobes at the back?” Simon asked his dad.  “When it’s properly hard, I mean?”

“I dunno… where’s the lobes?”

“Here,” Simon said, showing his dad how the back of his long pink helmet was split into two prominent bulges by a thin furrow of skin.  “Mine really fill out… the base of my cock head develops a thick ridge all the way around it.”

“It’s called the flange,” I chipped in.  “Anyone you penetrate with it – man or woman – will greatly enjoy the sensation of it rubbing up and down inside them.”

“Yeah, pity I don’t like doing that,” Simon smiled.  “I tried pushing it up another boy’s bum – the very first guy I slept with – but I really didn’t like how it felt up there.”

“You can try shoving it up mine,” Jake offered, still vigorously towelling his hair with his chunky cock flopping solidly against his thighs.  “I’ve got a nice deep arse… it might feel a bit better for a long prick like yours!”

“If he doesn’t like it, maybe it’s best he just enjoys taking a dick up his,” Guy was quick to suggest.  He was envisioning pleasant evenings ahead which would be all the more pleasant if his son liked bending for butt-sex without expecting for the two of them to swap positions afterwards.

“Well I’m up for that too,” Jake smiled.  “But then you know all about that!”

Simon beamed back at my son, his long cock rising noticeably higher in front of his chest, and then he turned back to his dad and asked, “Why do you think my penis is so much longer than yours?”

“When I was courting your mum,” Guy replied, his own stubby knob still mainly floppy over the two bollocks still tucked inside his briefs, “her dad – your grandad – took us camping in Cornwall.  It was total fuckin’ disaster from start to end, but I got to see his dick in the campsite bathroom.  It was first thing in the morning, so he was still half-hard, and it was dead long like yours, so I reckon you get it from your mum’s side of the family.”

“I get my long dick from my mum,” Simon laughed.  “I can see why you fancied her!”

I started pulling a clean pair of underpants on as Jake daubed product through his hair in front of the mottled mirror.  His bum looked heavenly as he leaned forwards to work his fringe into a quiff.  Its two squat cheeks were perfect – solidly round and muscular – and I wondered how on earth Simon could refuse his offer to slide his cock up between them.

“My cock really dribbles when it’s hard,” Simon told his dad.  “I don’t think yours does so much… it didn’t feel like it did when it was pushing against me last night!”

“It does a bit,” Guy said.  “Depends on how horny I am.”

“Does mine smell?” Simon asked, directing it twig-like shaft towards his father’s face.  “Precum is supposed to be salty but to me mine smells kind of sour.”

Guy leaned forwards for a sniff of his son’s cock-head and then smiled and declared, “Oh god… that’s really nice, actually.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yeah!  Really boyish and sexy.  Jesus… it’s making my mouth water!”

Simon grinned back at his father and I winked at Jake smirking back at me through the mirror.

Then Simon asked, “Can I have a smell of yours?”

Guy stood up and offered his thick chunky cock to his son’s eager nose.  It looked mostly soft but had a little life swelling it up: the flange of his cock-head was prominent under his foreskin and the blunt tip poked slightly proud of its opening.

He yanked his foreskin fully back and Simon leaned in for a sniff of his dad’s plump red helmet.

“Aw yeah, that’s hot!” he gasped and then pushed his nose in closer to inhale more deeply.  “It stinks of… well… ‘man’ and it’s making me really horny!”

Guy laughed and then suggested, “Do you want a sniff of my arse?”

“God no!” Simon chortled.  “You were farting like a bull before I woke you up!”

Guy laughed even louder.  “Oh sorry, mate.  Guess that’s not the sort of stink you’d like!”

Simon grinned over at me and I could tell he was on the verge of suggesting something naughty.  I threw Jake a small smirk as he pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and he made a subtle thumbs-up gesture as it was becoming steadily more obvious that father and son would soon be getting it on.

Finally Simon said, “Do you want to smell my bum?”

“Go on then,” Guy said, sitting back down on the bed.  “Just promise me you won’t blow off in my face!”

Simon chuckled as he stood up and turned his back to his dad.  He started pulling the back of his shorts down, with his wonderfully long cock raised high out front, and then lost his nerve and giggled, “No, it’s vulgar!  I can’t let my own dad sniff my backside!”

“It’s not vulgar!” I urged him.  “It’s all about the pair of you developing trust!”

That gave him all the encouragement he needed and he bared his arse for his dad, who leaned in for a sniff.  Guy didn’t just give Simon’s cheeks a quick once-over or have a tentative whiff from a distance; he plunged his nose firmly in between his son’s two pert buttocks and snorted hungrily right where his arsehole would be kicking out its raunchiest odour.

Guy bellowed at full volume: “Oh!  Fuck!  Yes!”

He grabbed Simon’s hips and nuzzled his face more deeply into the boy’s bum.  He inhaled great nosefuls of his son’s stink fresh from his tightly wrinkled anus, calling out, “Oh my god!  That is so fuckin’ hot!”

Simon pulled away, now looking more embarrassed than amused, and Guy leapt up from where he’d been sitting, yanking his briefs right down.  He jabbed his full erection furiously into the air, his bollocks bouncing violently inside his hairy nutsack, and called out, “I told you it leaks when I get horny!  Jesus me slit’s fuckin’ streaming!”

Simon turned around and looked at it, his eyes wide and face scarlet but with his own twelve-inch stalk still raised high.  Guy took the boy’s mood from the height of his hard-on rather than the discomfort on his face, and flaunted his enormous bull-cock at his son, laughing, “Look what your cunt-stink did to daddy’s prick!”

But that proved to be a bridge too far for Guy’s suddenly uncertain son.  He cried out, “No!  Really, dad, no!  This is getting too much for me… I’m starting to seriously freak out!”

“Hey, chill dude!” Jake laughed over at his buddy.  “Your dad was just messing… weren’t you, Guy?”

“Oh… er… yeah,” Guy said, wrestling his throbbing manhood with difficulty back into the front of his briefs.  “Just reminded me a bit of your mum’s smell, that’s all…”

“You went too far, that’s all,” Simon said, still looking startled.  He tucked his own softening cock back into his pyjama shorts before adding, “I think I better go and take a shower.”

“Yeah, me too,” Guy nodded, now looking sheepish and realising that for the second time he’d overstepped the mark.

“Make it a cold one,” I whispered to him as the two men picked up their things and headed out of the room.

Once they’d gone, Jake and I looked at each other and we both exhaled together in tense relief.

“Fucking hell,” my son said, grabbing a t-shirt from his rucksack.  “One minute Simes is playing along, the next he’s throwing a paddy!”

“I keep telling Guy to take things one step at a time.  I couldn’t believe it last night when he pushed his dick against Simon’s backside… and didn’t he think before he leapt up so stupidly just now that he was basically telling his son, ‘I want to fuck you’?”

“Yeah, but at least the idea’s been planted,” Jake observed as he pulled on his t-shirt.  “Simon knows now that his dad’s horny for his arse… given a bit of time, he might start liking the idea of giving his old man what he wants…”

I smiled and nodded, buttoning up my shirt.  “I suppose that’s a possibility… but not if Guy keeps charging in like an over-excited bull.”

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By all accounts, Guy and his son showered in near-silence and any attempts Guy made to soften Simon’s mood were met with curt, monosyllabic responses.  Things continued to be strained as they got dressed back in the room and Simon only started to relax again while we having breakfast in a small street cafe a couple of blocks from the hostel.

By the time we caught a bus over to Park Guell, Simon was starting to smile at his dad’s stupid jokes.  Sitting in front of them on the bus, I heard Guy mutter a softly spoken, “I’m sorry,” to his son, and then Simon whisper back, “Just don’t call it my cunt.  I’m a boy and it’s my butt.”

I bought us all ice-creams at the entrance to the park and by now Guy and Simon seemed to be acting largely normally together.  We decided to split up to explore as the two young men claimed they wanted to see the mosaics at the top of the hill.  I suspected, however, from their sniggers and glances together, that their intention was to find a quiet colonnade so that Simon could see if he liked the feel of having his long cock buried deeply up Jake’s commodious arse.

It was becoming increasing hot and I didn’t feel up to climbing endless flights of steps, so Guy and I sat on a bench and chatted about the things that happened in the hostel room.

“You’ve got to rein it back a bit,” I told him.  “He’s sexually interested in you – that much is clear – but in terms of his willingness to take it further, he’s on a knife-edge.  Push him too far and you could ruin the whole plan.”

“I know… I fucked up,” Guy said.  “I just… I dunno… feeling his arsehole against my cock last night and smelling it up close this morning… it’s made me realise how much I want to do him for proper!”

“You really want to have anal sex with your son?”

“Yeah… before this holiday I would have been happy to just set things up so we sucked each other off now and then.  But now… Jesus!  His smell really did remind me of his mum and the feel of his tight little ringpiece last night… it was just so horny!  He’s my kid and I love him and I want to show him that love in a way that we both enjoy.”

I nodded.  “Yes, that’s how I feel about the sex I have with Jake.”

“So yeah… I want the deal to be that I wank him off while I’m behind him, doing him up the arse.  When he’s home from uni I want it to become normal that pretty regularly – maybe every few nights – we get together for a good, hard bumming.”

“Well we’re going to have to take it slowly.  You saw just now how easy we could blow this.”

“How about tonight back at the hostel, me and you suggest the four of us have a circle jerk.  Nothing too heavy… we’ll just say we’re all horny and we should sit round and have a wank.”

“That sounds very nice,” I chuckled, imagining the four of us naked with our hands pumping up and down our upright cocks.  “I think I’ll greatly enjoy it!”

“You reach over and start wanking Jake off and we’ll see if Simon lets me do the same to him…”

“I’m sure he will,” I asserted.  “Last night he let you rub that incredible erection he grows!”

“So then Jake returns the favour and starts wanking your dick and we see if Simon’ll reach over and have a play with mine…”

“Hmm… that’s less certain but still likely… he liked the look and smell of your cock just a few hours ago…”

Guy smiled and nodded.  “After that, we see how things pan out.  See how far we can push things without him flipping out.”

“Just be careful,” I smiled back.  “We’re making progress with ‘Operation: Simon’ but one wrong move and you and your son could be going home on separate flights!”

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I awoke a couple days later after I recruited an army twink recruit into sluthood with my stomach growling. I had skipped a day because I wasn’t hungry and now it’s here biting me in the ass. I looked at my bedside clock and it read 1:42 pm. I rolled back, stretching out and felt something odd on my engorged cock. I jumped up in fear of something bad only to see I fell asleep with a twink ass sex toy still on my cock. My cum dried at the exit on the other end. I must have fell asleep after I used it to get to sleep.

I removed the toy, going to the bathroom to clean up both the toy and myself. I took a quick rinse off shower, washing my ass and junk basket. Wanted to be clean and ready for my chinese boi. I got dressed in a loose muscle shirt and usual basketball shorts, going full commando. I sprayed some cologne laced with pheremones into the air and all over my cock n balls. I wanted to smell good but I wanted a hot fuck session. I head to the kitchen and order my usual chow mein with orange chicken and bbq pork with pork and chicken pot stickers.

After I placed my order, I pop open a cold Guiness, plop onto the couch and watch a bit of tv as I wait. 20 minutes goes by when I hear the doorbell ring. Odd, my delivery boi knows to let himself in, so why is he ringing my doorbell. I get up and answer the door to find not my usual delivery boi but another boi. This one a bit taller, 5’6″-5’7″, a bob haircut, black with a strand of blonde, just as slender as my other boi or close to. He looked up at me with his greenish brown eyes, I noticed he had a couple lip piercings, gauged ears and a brow piercing.

“I apologize, your usual delivery boy, my brother, is out sick. My father was going to deliver to you but I insisted to do so. My brother told me all the stories of him delivering to you and your exquisite tip.”

He bows his head again as he hands me my order. I take a second before stepping aside.

“Put the food on the table and kneel in front of the couch.”

He quickly steps in and does as requested. I walk over and sit on the couch in front of him. I look him over, he’s cute, kinda sexy in a bad boi way.

“So tell me, before we begin, how old are you?” 

He looks up at me and replies,”I just turned 23 a few months ago.”

Hmm, still twink material and probably fresh meat. 

“Have you been with another man before?”

He shakes his head at first then nods. “I sucked my neighbors cock a couple times but he was too big.”

I moan a soft reply. “Ok, first things first. Strip, down to your underwear.”

He nods as he stands up and slowly undresses. He is just as smooth as his brother, a bit more of a fit bod, sadly he was wearing boxers.

“My my, a boxers guy. You want to suck my cock and for me to fuck you?”

He nods in reply as he looks at my groin.

“Ok, first off, go in the bathroom and change into a pair of briefs. Make sure they are snug and a bit too small.”

He nods again and quickly runs off, when he returns, he is in a pair of tight Batman briefs one of my last twinks left behind. I get up, walking around, admiring his body. I stop as I get behind him to admire his fuller ass. I slide my hand down his lower back, over his ass and grabbing firmly. My cock now awakens from it’s slumber. I walk back around and sitting back down onto the couch, taking another swig of beer.

“Well alright then, kneel and get to work, pretty boi.”

He quickly drops to his knees, sliding his hands up my legs and into my shorts. He grabs hold of my cock and strokes on it with one hand, fondling my sack with the other. He then slides his hands up further, past my waist band and pulls my shorts down. I lift my hips for easy access, my cock springing up at attention. He removes my shorts fully, grabbing my cock as he begins sucking on my nuts. Going back and forth before licking up my shaft and flicking the tip before pushing his tongue into my piss slit.

He repeats this a few times before taking me into his mouth and bobs up and down. Slowly but twisting his head one way then the other as he sucks my cock. I run my hand through the back of his hair, laying my head back as he works my manhood with skill. He moans on my cock as he speeds up then slows down, going back and forth. I soon catch myself thrusting upwards into his hungry mouth. He massages my sack as I fuck his lips until finally I erupt. Shooting large ropes of man cream down his hungry throat.

He swallows every drop before licking my cock clean. Fuck that blowjob was amazing. He kisses my cock after he pulls off. I look at him with a new admiration.

“Alright boi, now the fun begins. Grab the lube from the coffee table, undress and lube us up.” 

He quickly gets up, removing his sexy briefs. I see a big wad of cum seeping through the front. He blew his load from sucking my cock. I remove my shirt as he grabs the lube, lubing up his ass then my cock. Without further orders, he straddles me, our eyes locking as he grabs hold of my cock, aiming for his ass and slowly sits on it. He cringes a bit but otherwise, taking it like a champ. I grab his smooth firm ass as he inches my cock into his ass. 

Once fully impaled, he places his arms around my neck, our eyes still locked as he begins to slowly move up and down on my cock. As he relaxes, he slides up and down a bit faster. He quickly picks up the pace and rides my cock like a pro. Pulling almost all the way off then quickly sliding back down. He moans softly, he pushes his ass down harder onto my cock, forcing me deeper. That’s when he lets out a sexy yelp. He does it again, letting out another yelp. I feel his cock getting harder, his pre leaking onto my stomach. He has found his prostate with my cock and he keeps hitting it.

He begins bucking harder and faster on my cock as he keeps stabbing his prostate with my cock. His moans turn to whimpers and cries. He is getting close as I feel him leaking more pre. My cock begins to swell as my nuts tighten, not sure how much longer I can last. The dam breaks all unexpectedly as he throws his head back, crying out as he slams down hard onto my cock. I can feel his ass vibrating as his prostate swells up, his muscles clamping down onto my cock as he climaxes.

I throw my head back in time as I climax, my nut jettison hard and deep inside his ass as his cock spits out a few long streams. They shoot over me before the rest dribble onto my stomach. He lays his head on my shoulder as we come down. After a few moments, he weakly rises off my cock and licks his cum from my stomach. I lay him back on the couch, raising his legs up to my ribs, gazing deep into his eyes as I reinsert myself into his lovely channel.

He wraps his legs around my waist, locking his arms around my neck as I slowly thrust into him, gradually getting faster then slowing down. He raises his ass up to meet my thrusts as I make him my personal slut. I begin drilling into his sweet ass harder and faster, he throws his head back moaning and whimpering, begging for more. I lean down, kissing and biting on his neck, making him moan louder. He clenches his ass muscles tighter around my cock. I can feel his 6″ cock getting harder as our inevitable climax builds.

Finally, he gasps deeply then cries out as he erupts. His cock explodes, bathing out stomachs in a thick layer of cream. I bite into his neck, sucking in as I seed his youthful ass once again. I slowly release his neck from my jaws as we come down. We lay intertwined for the next few moments. I slowly pull out, he rubs his cream all over himself. He slowly rolls onto the floor, I get a perfect view of his sweet bubble butt, red, oozing with cum. He calls work saying he is done for the day.

I help him up to the shower where we take a long hot shower together. As I clean his back down to his ass, he bends over and I can’t resist sliding my reawakened cock into his still slightly tight ass. We take 10 minutes to get a slow fuck session in before finishing cleaning up. I lead him to my room where he quickly falls asleep. I spoon with him as I soon nod off. I am awoken a couple times to him sucking my cock before going back to sleep. When we wake the next day, I make him breakfast before work.

As I am cooking his eggs, he enters the kitchen, sliding under me between my legs to suck on my eggs and sausage. Once fully erect, I turn the stove off to lift him to onto the counter. Our lips lock, tongues wrestling for dominance as I slide his legs onto my arms. He guides my cock to his ever hungry ass. I slide in with ease but knowing we are short on time, I quickly get to work. Slamming into his ass with my regained energy. He raises his ass up using his legs on my arms as leverage. 

I pound his sweet hole as hard and deep as I can physically get before feeding his ass my morning nut. After letting him down, he quickly eats breakfast, kissing me softly after getting dressed and running off to work. Now the hard part, which delivery boi do I like fucking best?

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My eyes widened as I stared towards his 8-inch meat as it began to grow bigger. I felt my hard cock soak my already wet shorts and begin to drip through onto the floor. I moved my gaze into his beautiful blue eyes, and I began to salivate. His face captivated me, his jawline was so perfect and his scruff on his face only made him look more rugged and masculine. I could see the 3 day or so old fur run down his neck to join his hairy chest. Just the sight of a fully hairy man was so fulfilling. The veins in his arms were popping, and sweat began to glaze his entire body. He looked me up and down again, and stopped at my dick which was now producing a consistent amount of precum in my shorts. It soaked my shorts, and then slowly began to drip onto the floor. I cupped my hand underneath my dripping shorts until I had a good handful of my salty juice. I brought my hand up to my mouth and slurped on the liquid until I cleaned my hand. It tasted so good, and made me feel so manly. He watched my every move, and I knew this was a big turn on for him, as he adjusted his stance to accommodate for his growing meat.

He slowly began to approach me, never breaking his gaze with my raging hard cock. His walk was different now, more dominant and he seemed to be more himself. He came face to face to me, now sharing a stare between our eyes. As soon as he got close, I could smell his amazing sweat musk, which was like an aphrodisiac to me, and he knew it. I could smell the dominance coming off him, filling the room with such a manly stench I couldn’t stop breathing. We were very close at this point, and I could feel his heavy breathing on my stubbly chin. My wet shorts brushed against his visibly wet sweatpants which almost made me orgasm in itself. I wanted to lick the sweat dripping from his scruffy man hair on his face, however I held back.

“You think I’m hot?” he said in a quiet yet manly voice.

I couldn’t say anything, he had me completely captivated by him. All I could think about was what he was going to do with me, and how. He opened my shorts to see my dripping cock greeting him. I couldn’t control myself any longer, and precum shot up out of my shorts and landed on his lips, which only turned us on more.

He looked up, grabbed the back of my head with his right hand and forced my face into his for a kiss. His huge biceps prevented me from stopping as his tongue went into my mouth. He sucked on my mouth so hard and I had no choice but to kiss him back, which I was all so happy to do. I could taste my precum on his lips, which just made my dick explode. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, and my dick shot out cum all over both of us. It went up onto my face, which he licked off and continued to kiss me with. I was in heaven as this god made me cum without even touching me.

We continued to kiss for another 5 minutes, and my dick never stopped shooting cum all over us. He pulled his tongue out of my mouth and looked at his phone.

“oh shit I’m still at work, I need to go”. Hearing these words completely changed the mood. I looked at him with the saddest face I could make without looking desperate. I was so ready to let this guy use my body to pleasure him, and I wasn’t happy giving this moment up. I was so turned on by the fact that this stranger came to my house and provided me with not only my package but also his, and I was more than satisfied.

He pecked me on the lips again as a goodbye kiss and handed me his phone. I tried to grab his head back so we could continue, however he was too strong. He looked back at me and gave me another kiss. He walked off again, but then came back to snog me again. He couldn’t get enough of me. His face gave me a look of sadness also, and I could tell he wanted to stay with me longer.

“here, your number here” he said as I tried to hold his phone with his cummy hands. I entered my number and put in my name. I added a wink emoji to the end, just so he would remember me.

“nice to meet you, I’m Liam” I said as I handed back the phone to him. He offered his hand and I shook it. As I pulled away I could see the cum on his hands from mine. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked it all clean. I was still constantly cumming at this point, I really couldn’t handle myself. Everything about this guy was such a big turn on for me.

“I’ll text you” he said as he readjusted his rock-hard dick, and let himself out. Just as he walked out of the door, I grabbed his hand and pulled him back for a quick snog, which he couldn’t resist. As he tried again to walk away, I slapped his perky ass and left a wet hand print on his butt. As he got in his van, I made a jerking off gesture and waved him off.

I was left in such a mess. I stayed standing in the doorway for a few minutes after he’d left. My dick was still leaking buckets of manly cum all over the door mat, but I didn’t care. I looked at the clock, and only 15 minutes had gone by, but it felt like hours. I was shell shocked at the fact that actually just happened. This man was able to completely seduce me in so many ways. How his whole mannerisms were so captivating. His looks; his face with that sharp jawline covered in a layer of man hair, his hench body, bulging pecs which led down to a hairy set of 8 abs. The way his sweatpants hung so low on his hips allowed me to see his dark bush sprouting out the top. At times, I could see the base of his dick when he moved. His arms, which stretched out of the sleeves down his sides. They were so hairy, with dark hair leading all the way to his fingers and wrapping around his muscular forearms. His sleeves were so short that his armpit hair could be seen clearly whenever he lifted his arms. The sweat stains were such a turn on. I could see a nice sweat patch under both pits, the beginning of his low-cut shirt was wet too, due to all the chest hair running through his pecs, and finally the sweat at his pubes. The end of his shirt was nicely sweaty, mixed with the top of his sweatpants. The sweat went down in a dick shape as it followed the outline of his low hung cock.

As his image remained in my mind, I slowly closed the door. I tried to step over the flood of our cum all over the floor, however it was everywhere, and I enjoyed the feeling of it soaking into my feet and I walked around.

The thought of him driving around for the rest of the day with my cum drying into his tanned skin, the smell coming off him all day made my dick continue to drip. It played on my mind knowing that he had my phone number, but I didn’t have his. He could make me wait like a dog for as long as he wanted, and I could only wish. I guess I’ll have to wait for him to text me…