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  • Teaching Larry and Mike a lesson

    It was Saturday night and time for the big event: Mike and Larry were going to learn their lesson from Jeff and me.
    As I walked down the aisle, I saw that Mike and Larry were already in the ring. Mike, 6’1″, and 215# with dark brown hair and fairly good looking. He had been into bodybuilding for about 4 years. Larry was a much bigger guy. He stood 6’3″, weighed 245#, and had black hair. He began body building at a young age and won a few contests. He was extremely handsome and had some modeling experience. Needless to say, I wanted to fuck them both.
    Jeff had given both of them a portion of my special workout cocktail. They took it with the same ease as he had; possibly thinking also that it was an athletic drink to build stamina. I was excited to see how the added Cialis and the “dating drug” would work on these tow studs. “Hi guys. Tonight is going to be a rough one,” I said as I walked over to the corner.
    “You know you don’t have to worry about us, Eric, worry about yourselves,” Larry replied.
    “Don’t worry about that, I will.” And I would definitely do it; the question was only which one of them would be my first spoil of war.”Damn, it is hot as hell in here, even though there is no crowd and not all the lights on.” Mike moans, “is the damned air conditioning on?”
    “Sorry, the thing is broken,” was my lie. I had told Jeff to turn it off; some good sweat would put those two even more in the mood.
    At that time the auditorium doors opened and in walked Jeff. He swaggered down to the opposite side of the ring and climbed in.
    I walked over and gave him a knowing grin. Jeff looked past me at his opponents and shouted “You guys are going to go down tonight and learn how real men wrestle.”
    “Fuck you asshole,” was Larry’s joking reply.
    “We will see about that, won’t we Eric?”
    “Now Jeff, didn’t your mother teach you not to have nasty thoughts?” I smirked. “This is about teaching them the facts of wrestling.”
    Larry darted his tongue in and out toward Jeff; I guessed I knew what Jeff will do with him later, as I called for the fight to begin.
    Each team conferred for a moment and then Mike and me met in the center of the ring and immediately locked fingers high overhead in a test of strength. Although Mike had a slight height and weight advantage, I began to force his hands down. My own time of doing this gave me better strength than Mike. As the struggle continued, sweat broke out on both our faces, due in part to the “broken” air conditioner. Finally, I was able to force Mike to his knees. I then planted my right foot square into Mike’s exposed gut forcing the wind from his lungs. I released the hands, slipped around Mike, and locked my powerful legs around Mike’s waist at the same time I slipped my arms under Mike’s and locked my fingers behind the neck.
    I now had Mike in a combination of body scissors and full nelson.
    I applied full force to both holds. “Going to try to squeeze a little of that fat out of your head.” Jeff told me that Mike’s weak point was his “staying” capacity. When you could knock the wind out him by applying pressure, you could wear him down, which is one of the reasons we turned off the air conditioner. I began squeezing and relaxing both holds in an unpredictable pattern. Mike’s ribs and neck were in great pain.
    Summoning his strength, Mike slowly began bringing both of his massive arms down, finally breaking the full nelson. He immediately placed his hands on my feet in an effort to pry them apart. As Mike was exerting all his efforts into separating the powerful legs, I threw a solid punch into his kidney causing Mike to scream in pain, and release the legs.
    I released the scissors, stood up, pulled Mike to his feet and threw him back into the corner. I tagged Jeff to give him something to warm up.
    He ran into his opponent’s corner, threw a right to Mike’s jaw, and then used a head flip to bring the dazed guy into the middle of the ring. Jeff leaned over to Mike’s ear and shouts, “Where’s your partner? Why isn’t he over here trying to help you?” Of course, seeing this treatment enraged Larry and he tried to get to the corner to help his partner. Something I avoided by blocking him. This only caused further delay as I continued to force Larry back to his corner. Me and Jeff had chosen to work on Larry’s weak point – his temper. I threw a hard fist into the vulnerable abs of my hapless opponent. Larry was not down and only bending a bit, he had more in him than I thought, the victory would be sweet.
    In the ring Jeff dropped a knee into the lower back, and then brought Mike to his feet. I tagged my partner, who continued to hold Larry back, lifted Mike and dropped him back on the ground. A tagged Jeff again who rolled Mike onto his back and delivered a double handed fist deep into the exposed gut.
    Jeff simply laughed as he delivered a knee drop into the gut and Mike was now in a great deal of pain. Jeff quickly rolled him onto his stomach and applied a Boston crab. Locking both ankles under his armpits, Jeff sat back, applying even more pressure.
    I was down on the mat at Mike’s head asking if he submits. Mike shouted a determined “NO.”
    “I have an idea,” was Jeff’s response and he released the pain struck Mike and rolled him on his back. When I saw the beaten opponent my eyes immediately flew to his crotch, seeing an impressive hard-on. The drink had worked faster with this guy than expected. Jeff grabbed his victim and pulled him on his feet, then positioned himself behind him and took him into a neck hold with one arm while grabbing the hard-on with the other. He kneaded that hard flesh and asked Mike again to submit, getting another rebuttal.
    “Good,” was Jeff’s only response before he slid into Mike’s trunks and freed the hard-on, giving him a hand job and even licking his ear. Mike squeaked first then breathed heavily, obviously not wanting to show how much he liked it.”You fucking faggots”, Larry screamed as he jumped into the ring and charged to the help of his friend. I intercepted him and sent him down on the floor, ass first.  Before he got up, I raced towards him and delivered a pounding fist into his belly. Jarry let out a loud cry of pain.
    I dropped to the floor, reached up and grabbed both of Larry’s ankles and pulled with all my force. Mike screamed as he felt as though his spin was folded backwards. For several seconds Larry did nothing and I felt disappointment rising inside me at this easy victory. Then Larry’s temper came into play and he actually managed to break my hold and violently pushed me to one side and tried to charge at me. He took a wild swing at me but missed as I was expecting him. The force of the swing carried Larry into the corner where I followed and threw him off his feet. Unfortunately, for him he landed on his back, hurting it even more and sending more pain through his body. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jeff continuing his hand-job on a heavily breathing Mike; a sight that was making my dick leak pre-cum.
    Turning around I saw Larry trying to make a come-back, and I kicked him in the gut.
    “Hey Jeff, do you want to have a go at this one as well or should I teach him the rest of the lesson?”
    Jeff’s only response was to release Mike and tagging me. While I sent Mike to the ground, Jeff pulled Larry to his feet and threw him chest first into the ropes. As he bounced off the ropes, he was met with a forearm blow across the lower back. Larry dropped to his knees, but was lifted to his feet by Jeff. Jeff lifted him over his head and performed a back breaker across his knee. This was repeated twice more.
    The fourth time he bounced off the ropes and brought Larrye to the ground in a power slam. Larry’s lower back must have been in a great deal of pain. Jeff dragged him to his corner and applied a Boston crab while facing the corner. While that sight of beauty was going on I decided to have a little fun with Mike. The guy was so beaten to a pudding by Jeff that I didn’t need to hold him; I just went down, licked his abs and devoured his cock. The guy moaned and squirmed as I was sliding up and down his shaft, draining him of energy and loving every minute of it.
    Suddenly I felt my head getting gripped and forced down. A normal guy would have chocked now, but I took it as a challenge. I threw my head back with such force that I freed myself from Mike. I took a few step backs and waited for Mike to make the next step.
    He ripped his trunks off and slowly rose to his feet, his eyes dead set on me. I liked the sight, I liked it a lot. That sweaty bodybuilder, with his raging hard-on gazing at me with a mix of lust and rage in his eyes, was truly a sight to behold. I know what he wanted, but he had to beat me first.
    Mike charged at me, but I evaded him, seized his right arm and executed an arm drag. Mike hit the mat and the little wind he had managed to recover was once again knocked from his lungs. I pulled him to his feet and slang him across the ring. I was on him immediately and starting pounding his abs.In the mean time Jeff had dragged Larry back to his corner and prepared him for the next torture. Larry’s neck was placed across the lower rope. Jeff then lifted Larry’s feet and applied a Boston crab. Now the pain of the crab was not only situated within his lower back, but also his neck as he was choked. Larry’s only recourse was to try to get his neck off the rope, by using his hands to lift himself up.  However, not having the strength to dislodge Jeff, this simply furthered the pain in his lower back.
    “Hey Larry, where the hell is your partner? Oh, never mind I see him. He is keeping Eric busy with his mouth so I can have all the fun I want with you over here,” Jeff taunted Larry.
    Finally, Mike managed to grab my arms and throw me away to charge right at me. There was a flurry of hands and arms as Mike went after me, me fending him off as best as I could, the lust or maybe the anger revigorated him. I spotted an opening and managed to deliver a kidney punch to his back. I then grabbed him by the arm and the back of the head, charging Mike across the ring and tossed him over the top rope near his corner. Mike tried to grab the ropes to help break his fall but only managed to catapult his lower back full force across the edge of the ring apron, as he dropped to the floor in pain. In the meantime, Jeff had begun working on Larry’s abs and chest with a series of blows, knee drops and stomps while near their corner. Then Jeff drove both hands into Mike’s abs and applies a vicious grab to his nuts below Larry’s also stiff dick. Larry’s scream echoed across the room.
    I pulled Mike back into the center of the ring and applied a figure four with the pressure on the ass, just for fun. Larry managed to recover and climbed back up and started after Jeff. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jeff dove and threw Larry across the ring. He rebounded off the ropes and charged at Larry to deny him any rest. Having his knee resting on Larry’s stomach, he grabbed his balls and put enormous pressure on them and the cock. Larry let out a tremendous scream but only for a short time.
    I repeated the maneuver and Mike screamed his submission over and over. I released the hold, got rid of my trunks and presented my dick for him to see. He knew I was the stronger opponent and so he had to feel the defeat, all my 9 inches. Like a good sport he raised his legs and spread them for me, presenting his hole for the tacking. I thought that such good sportsmanship should be rewarded and so I didn’t thrust in right away. I spit on his hole and widened it with my fingers first, something Mike seemed not to mind at all. When I entered him and started thrusting there was no resistence and no sign of pain on Mike’s face. In fact he seemed to enjoy it as much as Jeff did two weeks prior. He moaned like mad and his eyes were full of lust for what I was doing to him. His eyes were burning with desire and challenged me to fuck him, his lips even forming an “uh” right before he licked his lips while looking my eyes. Then it dawned on me.
    “You fucking asshole. You wanted this, don’t you?”
    All I got was a wiggling of the eyebrows and a big grin. Part of me was angry for who knows whether he really fought or let me and Jeff win, but the other part didn’t give a fuck except for the awesome clenching of Mike’s hole on my cock. Either way, I saw no reason to hold back and Mike was full on board with it, he took everything I dished out at him. He even alerted me to what was going on behind us with a nod.
    No idea what had been going on with Jeff and Larry in the meantime but Mike alerted me to a second series of moaning. Looking around I saw Larry’s arms bound in the ropes. His mouth wide open and his face full of lust. Behind his sweaty frame Jeff was pounding into him with force. Each of Jeff’s muscles were tense, his ass clenching beautifully with each thrust and gaze glued on where his cock drove into Larry’s ass.
    “You like that sight, don’t you,” Mike asked while I was still piledriving into him.
    My answer was to pick up the pace and fucking him faster, hitting his prostate and making his eyes role.
    When he had regained his composure he looked at me with determination and stated: “I have a deal for you.”
    “Which would be?”
    “Let me fuck Larry and I will be your sex slave for a month.”
    That made me stop. Neither me nor Mike moved, the sounds of Jeff and Larry fucking the only sounds in the room. I lowered my upper body so much my nose almost touched Mike’s.
    “If you break that deal..,” I threatened him while pressing my index finger into his pecs.
    His answer was a licking of my lips. I returned it and we let our tongues play for a while. When we broke the connection I looked into his eyes and left his ass. I dragged him to his feet and over to Jeff and Larry.
    “Ok, Jeff, take a break,” I ordered and pulled him out of Larry.
    Jeff’s confused look only worsened when he saw Mike positioning himself behind the heavily breathing Larry, grabbing the hips and pistoning into Larry, turning the heavy breaths into loud moans again.
    Turning to me with an annoyed look I filled him in on the details while Mike kept fucking with vigor. When that did not soothe his annoyance and he was about to go to Larry, I stopped him, got down on my knees and presented my open mouth. He caught on immediately and started face-fucking me. It had been a while since someone did that to me and I had forgotten how excillirating it could be to be used by someone else. Mike thrusting in and out of me was so hot I was not only close to cumming but also of thinking giving up my ass for him, but I refused. He had to beat me first after all, and as for my dick… well I had my plans for it.
    I could not hold Jeff of forever and so he threw me off after god knows how long and forced Mike out of the willing fuck toy that Larry had become.
    While Jeff was driving himself mad with lust and sex, I forced Mike on his knees and slapped his face with my dick. He caught on just as quickly as before and soon he was sucking me like an expert. He used his hand and mouth in tandem and convinced me that it was a good deal to bend the rules a little to have this stud as a sex slave. That thought sent me over the edge and I spilled my load into Mike’s mouth. He did not stop and licked my dick clean, sending more waves of pleasure through my body.
    Next to us Jeff was releasing himself within Larry with a loud yell, an even sweatier body and a bang against his ass. Barely had he left the ass in front of him, Mike and me were at his dick already. Down on our knees and licking it clean. When we were finished Jeff was so exhausted he lay down on the mat.
    With only Larry and Mike left to cum, Mike eagerly entered Larry again, while I felt generous and started to suck Larry off.
    Mike and me worked in tandem and together we made Larry spill his juice into my mouth while Mike came into his ass. Larry collapsed on his knees, still bound to the ropes and Jeff was still on the ground.
    Only Mike was still standing while I cleaned off his dick. When I was finished I took him with me on my way home. Larry and Jeff could clean up after us, I was way more interested in what I could do with my sex slave.


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  • Restricted

    Restricted

    By siktici©2017

    A Funny Guy’s Biker Fantasy


     As I walked by a biker hangout, I thought of a scene from “Peewee’s Big Adventure.” Three rows of motorcycles arced like theater seats from the sign of a biker bar called Restricted. After I recovered from the giggles, I wondered why anyone would name a bar with a word that means prohibited. Wasn’t the goal to get people in the bar? Hearing some of the stories associated with the bar, Restricted seemed an appropriate name, considering if you stood under the wrong flag or sewed on the wrong patch, you may get your ass handed to you by loyalists.

    “Can I help you?” was said so close to my ear that I thought someone had spoken with a megaphone. On jerking away, I was surprised by a rather tall man with a wedge head, scruffy face, and large gold earring dangling from the right side of his head. His smile spread from one side of the wedge to the other. He doubled over in laughter, as did the small crowd behind him, because they thought it pretty damn funny that I arced like a diver to keep from crashing into the bikes. But I over corrected and ended up falling to my side like a chalk outline. “Here, let me help you up,” Wedge said, still laughing.

    “That shit was hilarious, man, but just between you and me, you saved yourself from certain death,” he advised while nodding to the theater of bikes. “You wrecked any of those suckers, you’ll have some big fuckers in there who’d rape you like an alter boy, then kill like a sacrifice.”

    I was shocked: Rape me like an altar boy?  Kill me like a sacrifice? I stared at this tall stranger whose dark-blue eyes and horse grin hypnotized me despite the fear. I was stunned by how big God made some men. This one was about six-six, and had to weigh at least two-fifty. Yeah, that was how I like my men, but I didn’t know if this big fella played on my team.

    Ask any gay man about gay recognition, when indicators are vague, and he would probably say, “That depends.” Well, in this situation, it DID depend, and the indicators were definitely vague; but being the cock whore that I am, I went for it.

    “What’s your name, tall drink of water?” I asked, pushing out my best butch stance and squinting with Eastwood swagger.  Again, the tall stranger and crowd doubled over in laughter. 

    “I can’t take it, I’m hurtin’. You really are a funny guy,” the stranger said and extended a hand. “Let me buy you a beer,” he said, as he pulled me toward the entrance. “By the way, my name’s Pete, Pete Jenkins; and that’s the gang. The small crowd waved, smiled, and went into Restricted.

    “Jimmy Haze,” I said and followed Pete into the bar.

    I sat at the bar looking around like a boob, but no one took notice; in fact, the bar looked like any neighborhood bar. It even had a pinball machine with Wonder Woman throwing her golden lasso at any one who dared play. The bar, made of scorched wood and shellacked to a high gloss, ran along the width of the room, where silver barstools with ripped upholstery sat equally spaced. Sawdust and peanut shells littered the floor and giant utility spools doubled as tables. An overworked and faded pool table sat next to an inoperable jukebox, but a DJ booth had been installed. Banners and flags of rendezvous past, present, and future, along with playmate-of-the-year pictures, hung on paneling.

    “Yep, I bought the bar back in ’93 when I retired and told the army to kiss my short hairs,” Pete said before taking a swig. “I don’t worry about profit, I worry about having a good time!” he said and rang a bell, whose proximity was close enough to make me hop from my stool and spill my beer all over.

    “Damn funny guy,” Pete said while shaking his head at my antics. “Damn funny” he said laughing and wiping up my mess. But his expression turned stern before leaning toward me. “You’re buying the next round, by God,” he said and flashed that horse grin.

    After the crowd got their drinks, I relaxed a little, heard music from the DJ booth and chatter from the pool table. I had survived Restricted and I had made some friends. Feeling less jumpy, I felt free to look around some more: I hadn’t noticed at my first pass of the bar that there were numerous water stains on the ceiling or the warping paneling, nor had I noticed the leather silhouette at the end of the bar.

    He finished his beer and counted the barstools as he neared. Chewing on a toothpick, he asked, “Do you come in a bigger size?” causing the bar to explode in laughter.

    He wore mirrored glasses that recalled the gay leather god, Ledermeister, in that picture where he’s reclining on Kawasaki. Six-eight, about 280 pounds of solid muscle, this stranger—this hairy, leather Sequoia—leaned into me and examined me like a concept car. 

    “You wanna look under the hood?” I asked, hoping that my trembling wasn’t noticeable. Laughter exploded again.

    “Good one,” he said but he didn’t explode.

    My trembling doubled.

    “Frank Nesbit,” he said and extended a gloved hand.

    “Jimmy,” I said, as electricity passed through me.

    “Mind if I sit?” he asked with a drawl unfamiliar to me. It wasn’t a welcoming Dixie drawl or a lilt-y mid-Atlantic drawl. His smacked of southwestern swagger: phrasings to set him apart, diction to keep things brief.

    He continued to study me like a chess move, then concluded, “Pete’s right, you are pretty funny,” he said and slapped me on the back.

    “Y-Yeah, you know, I could use a whiskey,” I said and wiped relief from my brow.

    “You a comedian or somethin’?” he asked.

    “No, just fearing for my life.”

    “You scare?” he asked and placed both hands to his chest. “Of me?” he asked further and searched the bar for rationale.

    “Frank, you should brush up on your first impression. No offense,” I said, hands up, so he could see my palms.

    “None taken. Hell, I’ve been told that,” he said and sighed, “but what can I do?” he asked and lowered his head.

    “Well, you could—“

    “A joke,” he said and threw back his whiskey. After grimacing, he explained, “I don’t really give a shit what anyone thinks of me, you know.  I’m too old, been through too much, and I just don’t have the time or patience.”

    “How old is old? You can’t be over fifty,” I said.

    “Well, thanks, but I passed that off-ramp twelve miles back. I’m 62,” he said and stood over me like a jungle canopy with arms outstretch. Compared to my 5-6/145-pound frame, Frank looked like a man of 40.

    “Frank, you look great,” I said.

    “Thanks, really,” he said in a softer tone before turning gruff. “Like I said, I don’t give a shit.”

    As soon as Frank removed the mirrored glasses to reveal hazel eyes, my balls crawled against me. His meaty, dimpled face with the military buzzcut sent teletyped messages to my cock. Yet, he intermixed a somber smile with a fierce expression, as if hinting to an internal struggle. Will the real Frank please come to the mic? I thought but quickly pushed it from my mind.

    “Yeah, I used to be a beach bum when Big Sur was a hippie hangout, but I can’t party like I did and take on killer waves. Oh, I paddle over a few good ones but I leave the killers to the young guns.”

    “Don’t think I haven’t noticed, Frank; you’re sporting a body guys half your age wished they had,” I said, which didn’t begin to describe Frank’s body. Even wearing leather from head to toe, Frank looked like an ad for California tourism. He looked like a blonde Arnold Schwarzenegger but more ruggedly handsome. A few scars in his face marked his dances with death but they only added to his masculinity. And he had a way of looking at me that made me look away momentarily, as if I didn’t want him to discover my secrets. That gaze, that let-me-fuck-you gaze, affected me much the way a dog is cowarded by a gaze. It was about dominance, it was about intention.

    “Say, I was just about to go get something to eat. You wanna take a ride with me?” he asked. Did I actually see Frank lick his lips? I was definitely in lust but was I hallucinating?

    Even in my suspicion, I only managed, “Sure.”

    It was my fantasy to speed down the highway on the back of gruff biker’s hog. With hands holding on to Frank’s massive torso, I imagined laying my head on his back while my cock raged at his ass.

    I know that most bikes have seat that separate the driver from the passenger, but a boy can dream.
    I imagined Frank as a real flipper like me who felt my hard cock press against his ass. I imagined he was hard, thinking of how great my cock felt, sliding in and out of his hole. I imagined he had many fantasies dancing behind his blacked-out wrap-around glasses.

    Once we were outside, I said, “Wow, Frank, that’s a big bike,” while thinking: a big bike for a big man who probably had a big dick. But I calmed down and took it all in.

    “Yeah, I like her. I call her Sidewinder,”  he said.

    “Why?” I asked.

    “Got your helmet on?  Well, hold on to me,” he warned.

    “Okay, but why—“

    I grabbed the side of Frank’s asscheeks to keep from falling off the Harley and heard Frank say, “Funny guy,” before the wind rushed past my ears. We rode until I saw fewer and fewer cars. The outskirts of the city cleared of smog. Fresh cut grass and the occasional rush of manure, mixed with honey suckle to bring back childhood memories.

    From a single asphalt road, we turned onto a dirt road that split two large gnarled trees, where a small farm house sat peeling in unforgiving sun, alongside a pink barn that used to be red.

    Frank pulled up next to the house and announced, “I was born here,” as he climbed off the bike.

    I stumbled off the bike, rubbing my sore ass from all the bumps Frank hit on the way. I pulled my helmet off and let the warm wind dry the sweat. My tee stuck to me, enhancing the tingling of my nipples.

    Frank walked to back, through a waist-high picket fence. “There it is,” he announced and raised his hand to a pretty solid tree house. “My daddy built that when I was twelve or so,” he said. “I keep it up now. Just can’t seem to let it go,” he said looking around . “Come on up,” he said.

    He had more than kept the treehouse from falling apart. He had installed windows, insulation, and sealed any gaps. The wooden slats leading up to the treehouse were fashioned so you could step onto a landing at each step which provided excellent stability.

    Inside, futons line the space with two coffee tables in the middle, and one more off to the side that hosted a coffee pot, a lantern, and a hot plate.

    “I come up here when the city drives me crazy, you know,” he said and began undressing.

    I stood near the door not knowing what to do; that is, until I saw Frank’s huge hairy ass come into view as he pulled down his boxers and took off his socks.

    “Get out of them things” he said and patted the futon where he sat. “Now, you see why I called my bike Sidewinder,” he said and stroked his incredibly long cock that hooked moderately to the left.

    I didn’t hesitate, I threw everything to the floor and went to my knees between Frank’s legs to worship his huge saber. I seemed hypnotized by its length, girth, and curvature. Although I hadn’t seen many angry cocks that were extremely hard, I can say that of those cocks, Frank had to be the thickest and most severely curved. Like any fledging bottom (I would later enjoy flipping much more), I worried that physics was against me.

    “You know,” he said, slowly and gently, as possible, “I see that expression from guys and think I’m sort of freak.”

    I took his cock in my hand, felt the warmth of his desire, and said, “It’s not you that has me worried; it’s me. If we go slow, it’ll be okay,” I said. “Besides you’re my gentle giant.” After a while he seemed relieved and caressed my face as I continued to suck his cock into my mouth as far as I could.

    “Come up here,” he said and brought me into a kiss of heady passion. Reclining, he looked deeply into my eyes. The big biker daddy, with drowsy hazel eyes, whispered, “Will you be my boy?”

    “Absolutely, Daddy,” I said in safety, because the moment meant as much to me as it did to him. Some daddies believed that boys become theirs after a breeding, but a wise daddy taught me that the making of a boy and of a daddy is much more meaningful when the daddy proposes and the boy accepts.

    Frank turned me to his glossy hazel eyes and deeply searched mine for truth, because I certainly saw truth in his.

    “I needed to hear that,” Frank admitted, “because everything will feel so much better.”

    I felt his finger ease into me as he drew me into a softly passionate kiss.

    “Give that hole to me,” he said, causing my ass to respond. I felt my initial sphincter slowly open to Frank’s probe. “Yeah, that’s my boy,” he whispered, his breath on my cheek, his beard on my neck, and his warm chest hair meeting mine. I tingled with wanting and desire, and pushed my asshole out to meet his second finger.

    “Breathe and loosen up for me,” he said and moved my hand to his throbbing cock. “This is waiting for you.”

    Just feeling his cock, breathing its own lust made me relax and open deeper. The second sphincter slowly opened to Frank, who said, “Yeah, boy, that’s it.”

    He smiled so widely that I felt pride at doing what he said.

    He put me on all four, positioned his throbbing cock, and used spit to lube his cock and my hole..

    “I’ll go easy,” he said, as I felt his cock poke my entrance. He slowly and tenderly slid into me in one smooth motion until I felt a plop. Bracing for pain, I was surprised by the far-off ache that came and quickly went.

    “Ahhhh,” we said in unison, as he began to slowly rock me into his loving rhythm.

    “Reach back and pull your asscheeks a part. Uh-huh, yeah; that’s nice,” he said and lengthen his strokes after gaining more clearance.

    “Oh, Frank, you’ve got me so full; it’s amazing,” I said, without feeling awkward or inappropriate. And by the guttural sounds of pleasure from Frank, I felt comfortable in articulating every pleasurable sensation that hit me.

    His speed increased and his grunts moved to growls, then on to sounds of futile resistance. Increasing even more, he urged, “Stroke your cock—Shoot that load, which was just the thing to send me into a blind push of sheer pleasure. I shot countless arcs of cum on the  futon and beyond to the treehouse floor.

    Faster and faster, Frank pumped his cock into me, then reverse the order and intermittingly added corkscrews and mini-thrusts to pummel my asshole into a slacking maw.

    “I’m gonna cum. Oh, Man, Ahhh,” he yelled and pitched and carried me into his roiling pleasure as I felt his hot seed brand me with love.

    And as the moon chased the sun across the sky, we cuddled while listening to night sounds.


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  • Quantum-G

    It was July 21, 1934 and I found myself in the car of John Dillinger.

    I woke up to find DIllinger driving and apparently evading the police car that was behind us.

    “Damn, bout time you woke up!”

    I sat up on the passage side of the 1934 Ford.

    I had just quantum leap into John Dillinger’ life.

    I was like an gay demon from another dimension who had to seduce straight men and give them the best gay experience ever to get my wings to go to heaven.  No holds barred.

    I had to do 999 men who were not gay and would not think of having a gay experience.  So you might think.  All I had to do was make them bust a nut.  The Quntum-G Time Machine whould wisk me away to any place in time and meet the most burly, sometimes cold-blooded men you ever seen in history.  I never knew where or who I would meet up with.

    So I had to make sure John had one sure hellified,  hardcore gay sex night.

      I wasn’t sure what or who I looked like either, there was no mirror in the car, but I was sure , guy or gal, it was someone John loved and trusted or they would not had been in the passager seat.

    “Keep your head down fool!”  John said as he pushed me down in the seat.  “You wanna get shot in the head?”

    He drove wildly for a couple of more minutes while I sat quietly in the front seat, looking at the young, famous gangster of the Depression era.

    John pulled the car over near a farm barn now that we had lost the police.  It turned off the engine and immediately slide over, put his hand on my chest and kissed me on the mouth.

    “I know you like that Ed, don’t you? Being kissed by a real man, a real gangster!”

    ‘“Damn baby!”  I said.  John was one hell of a kisser.

    “Look what you and that police chase did to me baby!”

    He opened his pants and took his hard cock out of his boxers.

    Fuck!  John had a big old cock.  It was nearly 11 inches long and as a cucumber.

    “Come on Ed, put those baby soft hot lips on that dick!”  John said, as the head of his pink cock ooze some pre-cum out of it.

    He pushed my head to his groin and I took his erected dick in my mouth.

    “Awwwwwww, baby!”  John said.  “You do that just right. Every since I went to Prison and got some male PUSSA, you guys really know how to suck some dick!”

    I engulf his hard cock and sucked it real hard feeling the veins pump even more blood into his cock.  I licked is small hairless balls and tried to lick his asshole but he would not let me.

    “What the fuck you doing?  Stay away from my hole! I ain’t fucking queer! You just suck that gorgeous cock of mine, I’m the fucking man around here!”

    Now I was really intrigued by his asshole.  He had hairless balls but he did have a few blonde hairs around his arse hole  and it was hot.  

    I sucked his cock deep into my throat till he was pumping his small muscular ass into my mouth pushing his dick deep into my throat.

    I I tickled his perineum with my finger and worked it down to his butthole and got my finger halfway in before he came off out it like a firecracker.

    I never felt an asshole so fucking tight in my life.

    “Goddamnit!  I said don’t touch my butthole!  It’s for shitting only and that shit hurts like hell  Just do what you do best!!” And he pulled down hs pants and shorts and stuck his cock back in my mouth.

    In no time I had him ready to shot his load.  Seeing how he was a little guy, I was able to get both my hands on his asscheeks and feel the thrust of his cok into my mouth as I pulled is asscheeks apart my fingers micro inches from his virgin tight hole.

    “Oh Beryl! He said by mistake.  Or was it?   He was making these animal sounds in hi throat and it seemed as if he was even trying to pump his balls into my mouth he was pounding my face so hard.

    I  went tonsils deep on his dick and pulled up to the head and sucked the life out of it before I dove back down his long shaft!

    “Awwwwwwwwwww!”  He almost screamed in the night air as he shot his first hot load in my mouth.

    Then I got my idea.  I always worked in the past.  

    As John came I stuck my finger way up his butthole.  His little hole was so tight that when he contracted his muscles in his butthole I thought he would break off my finger!

    John screamed again and pulled his ass off my finger.  He came on the dashboard, steering wheel, the seat, the radio, and his Public Enemy No. 1 poster on the floor.

    “If I didn’t cum so hard I would kill you Ed.”  John said putting his hard dick back in his pants.  “Shit but you see that load I shot!?!  Wait till I fuck Beryl.  I wish she could suck dick like you do, you ‘ol faggot!”

    “Fuck you!”  I said.  “I ain’t no fag!”

    “Gonna see Beryl tomorrow night Ed.  Man, when I get through giving her the dick!   Hey Ed?  Thanks for getting me off buddy, you know I love you like a brother.  But if you ever tell anyone about this I will stick my gun up your asshole and shot your balls off!”

    We looked at  each other and laughed.

    John kissed me again.

    “Man I feel like this is a special night Ed.  Look!  My cock is still rock fucking hard.  I tell you what Ed, just between you and me, I’ll let you lick my asshole if you suck my dick one more time?  But no fingers goddamnit!”

    “Deal!”  I said as I watched him undo his beat buckle.

    “You know I love you Ed.  I wouldn’t do this for no other.

    He had his pants and boxers off and his legs raised enough I could see the little slit of an hole that was John’s asshole.

    Yeah, he was about to have the time of his life.

    When I was done he certainly would die a very happy man.

    My tongue barely touched the lips of his pink hole.  John grabbed me by the head stuck his cock in my mouth and with a few strokes shot a load so big I nearly choked on it.  Cum was dripping off my lips.

    “Goddamn!”  John said. “I got to teach Beryl that one!”

    He drink some more liquor and fell asleep.  His dick still hard with dried cum stains on it.

    I would had given him one more blow job but my time was up and I morphed out of there.

    Till next Quantum-G.


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  • Nightclub Threesome

    It has been like 5 weeks since I had ‘any’ physical contact with anyone so I’ve been rather horny to say the least.

    Friday night was time to release some of my sexual tension.

    When I go to the big smoke I have to crash at a friends place which is great but being on their floor I couldn’t really bring anyone home so that limits things a little. I have a profile online and I have been chatting to 2 separate guys who live in town who were keen to hook up for some speedo fun.

    So let me tell you about the guys – Antony (no H) is 19yo and at uni studying commerce (fancy name for accounting), he is a bit shorter than me with hard hair and fit to stocky build. He plays lots of rugby so he is nice and fit. Antony lives with his folks so no chance of threesome action back at his place. In the last couple of months Antony has come ‘out’ and he is having fun exploring the gay nightlife (as well as his new found sexuality) so he has arranged where to go and where to meet. He also promised to wear a pair of speedos – doesn’t wear them much now but has a pair from school. Antony’s online profile says that he is a top who also loves sucking cock. Just my kind of guy.

    The second guy is Trev, he is 24yo, and Aussie who got a job over here after uni and is still here. Trev loves speedos and had a pretty wide selection of AussieBum’s. Trev is not out and lives with his sister and her boyfriend – which rules out going back to his place. What speedos Trev is going to wear is a secret but he’ll definitely be wearing a pair of AussieBum’s of some description. Trev is about my height and build with dark hair which had a little blonde in it. On his profile, Trev says that he is ‘versatile’.

    All three of us have been talking online since I got back to New Zealand and we are super keen for a night of fucking and sucking. Antony gave Trev and I the direction to one of the few gay clubs in town and we agreed to meet at 11pm (there was a rugby game on that night). We even had a place in the club to be near to find each other – although we had exchanged pics online.

    I was running a little late (was drinking and watching the rugby somewhere else – gay clubs don’t tend to have too much sport on TV I find). So when I rocked up I found Antony and Trev talking.

    These guys were really cute.

    We made ourselves comfortable in the corner of the bar with Antony and me on either end and Trev in the middle. These guys were just as horny as I was so talk turned very quickly to our sexual experiences – both guys read my blog so they know all about my history so I did a lot of listening over those first four drinks or so.

    By then it was after midnight and it was clear that Trev was very much in the closet and had never kissed a guy in public. That was all the invitation Antony and I needed. Antony was quicker than I was and dived in to kiss Trev. The poor guy was taken by surprise but settled in very quickly.

    My feeling of being the third wheel ended as Antony broke off the kiss and offered Trev to me. I was horny as it was but kissing this str8 acting guy in the middle of a club was enuf to make me worry about creaming in my speedos there and then.

    Antony’s hands were rubbing Trev’s cock while we continued our kiss.

    Reluctantly I broke off our kiss. Time to look for a booth….

    The place was really cranking – dance floor was packed. But there was a booth that was free against the wall. I motioned to the guys to follow me. I slipped into the booth first, Trev then slipped in opposite me and Antony joined me on my side. So far we hadn’t even touched each other but as soon as we had settled in we began kissing each other.

    The booth was nice and dark, not that it would have mattered anyways the three of us were so horny.

    As I was kissing Antony (this guy was really eager) he started undoing my jeans. Then he undid the drawstring on my speedos. Then he pulled my speedos down to release my cock. I was thinking – if he is going to start stroking me this thing is going to be over in a matter of seconds.

    But he didn’t start stroking my cock, instead Antony broke off our kiss and told Trev to get under the table and to suck my cock.

    Trev’s eyes lit up and he slid under the table. Now I’ve kissed guys in public but I’ve never been kissing a guy in public while a guy sucks my cock in public.

    I felt Trev’s hands on each of my knees first. Then his hand worked it way up the inside of my thigh and found my rock hard, just about to explode. I slid down in the seat a little and then I felt Trev’s mouth take my cock as deep as it would go. He still had one hand on my knee and the other hand was now playing with my balls.

    All the while Antony and I continued making out.

    As you can expect – I didn’t last long. Getting really close I broke my kiss with Antony just long enough to warn Trev of the impending ‘eruption’ before Antony grabbed me back.

    My orgasm was intense. I felt my cock dumping load after load into Trev’s hot mouth and still Antony’s tongue and mine wrestled. Trev was like a hover and took my entire load and then kept sucking. When I finally came back down to earth I started undoing Antony’s jeans. I repeated the same process he did to me – his speedos were now down and I told Trev to transfer from my cock to Antony’s. I returned to our kissing while Trev tucked me back in, zipped me up and did up my belt again. It was Antony’s turn.

    Antony was getting the same treatment I had just received and with the two of us kissing, my hand up his shirt feeling his chest and Trev’s mouth sucking like a vacuum Antony didn’t last long either.

    I could feel is orgasm rising and then as Antony came in Trev’s mouth and throat he let out a wimpering moan of pleasure.

    We broke off our kiss and both sat feeling much more relaxed than earlier. I could just make out Trev’s hands in the darkness tucking Antony back into his speedo. Then Trev reappeared after 10 minutes of being ‘downunder’.

    It was time to give Trev the same pleasure that he had just given us and I was hungry to have a dick in my mouth but Antony was quicker off the mark and dropped below the table. I got up and moved around to Trev’s side of the table and we began kissing as I rubbed the inside of his thigh.

    Cock sucking is one of Antony’s talents and Trev lasted less than 30 seconds I reckon. The same routine of being tucked in was carried out by Antony and he reappeared on the other side of the table.

    All three of us felt drained!!! Which we were. I jumped up and grabbed 3 more drinks.

    For the next 20 minutes or so we drained 2 drinks each and the whole time I was rubbing Trev’s cock through his jeans. He had been hard again for 18 of those 20 minutes. I was now hard too and we were talking about sex again so I’m guessing Antony was hard as well.

    So far though I hadn’t seen any cock – I really really wanted some cock.

    We had done it in a booth – now it was time to grab a cubical. The three of us headed towards the bathroom – Antony leading the way.

    I followed Antony, with Trev behind me, towards the bathrooms.

    Now gay clubs isn’t a place that I have spent a lot of time at but I’ve been to enough of them to know that the bathroom in a club like this has LOTS of sex going on. This however, was going to my first time being in the middle of the action.

    I didn’t even really know where I was going but Antony lead the way. The three of us walked into a cubicle, Antony put the toilet seat down and turned around facing me. I though it was time for more than just kissing so I started undoing Antony’s jeans and I told Trev (who was still behind me) to do the same to me. As I lowered Antony’s jeans I pushed him back (there wasn’t much room in the cubicle). With his jeans down I savored the view of Antony’s black school speedos. His uncut cock was straining the lycra and the waist band was being pushed out by the pressure of his hard cock.

    Just as I was about to attack Antony’s cock with my mouth Trev finally got my jeans down. I was wearing my AussieBum Portseas and as they have no elastic in the waist, I undid the drawstring and Trev pulled them down as well.

    As I took Antony’s cock in my mouth I could tell that Trev was preparing to enter my arse. You can’t believe how horny I was and how MUCH I wanted to feel that cock in my arse.

    Trev had come prepared with rubbers and lube and very gently started poking my butt hole with the head of his cock. It was only at this point that I realized all the moaning that was going on in this bathroom. I know my head was down but I could swear that the cubicles on both sides of ours were emitting moans of pleasure that Antony was now making himself.

    And then I lost my breath as Trev slid his cock ALL (and I do mean ALL) of the way into me. Despite Trev being very much in the closet he had done this before and held for maybe 30 seconds to let me get used to it. The mixture of pain and pleasure was amazing.

    After 30 seconds Trev thought that I was OK and began pounding away. I had trouble giving Antony’s cock the attention it deserved.

    It was only 2 minutes of arse numbing pounding before Trev let out a much louder moan than anyone else in the entire bathroom as he thrust as deep as he could as he climaxed. Trev collapsed on my now sweaty back.

    Antony pulled my head off his cock and told me that it was his turn. So I turned around and offered my arse to him.

    Turning around I saw Trev pulling off his cum filled condom. He pulled his speedos back up and leaving his jeans around his ankles moved around beside me. Firstly he put the used condom in the toilet and then he started helping Antony get ready to plunge into my hungry arsehole.

    With condom on and Trev rubbing lube all over Antony’s fully erect cock – I put my head down and Antony rested his cock at the opening of my butthole.

    Instead of plunging straight in like Trev, Antony teased me for what seemed like 5 minutes. I was pushing back trying to force his cock into me but he would pull away.

    Finally I moaned “Please put that cock inside me.”  I said it a little louder than I had wanted and I think I heard some laughter from the rest of the bathroom which I’m smiling about now in hindsight but at the time I really wanted Antony’s cock inside me.  I took in a breath as Antony’s cock started sliding into my arse past the head of his cock.  Trev was enjoying the show as Antony took my hips and slowly gathered some speed.  In the end Antony was fucking me furiously and banging against the cubicle door.

    When Antony came, EVERYONE, in that bathroom knew.  He collapsed on my back as Trev had done less than 10 minutes earlier.  I knew then that my arse was going to be sore tomorrow.

    As you can imagine, I was pretty horny and needed to cum.  I pulled my speedo up from around my ankles but didn’t tuck my cock back into them.  I motioned for Trev to start sucking my cock and when Antony had composed himself he was happy to join Trev working on my junk.  What is better than a blowjob? Two guys giving you a blowjob… The guys alternated between my cock and balls and they were doing a great job at the blowjob.

    I told the guys that I was getting closer and Antony maneuvered from my balls to the head of my cock, it was obvious that he wanted some cum which I delivered in an amazing orgasm.

    That was pretty much the end of the evening, I think all three of us felt like we smelled of sweat so after one last drink the three of us parted ways.  I never saw either of them again… wouldn’t a reunion be amazing?


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  • Attacked in jail

    Chapter 7 – THREE-WAY LOVE.

    I kept on fucking Harry and I soon noticed he was crying and he couldn’t help but say.

    -You don’t know what this means to me, Mike. Finally you are fucking me when I have been many months expecting you would do it. I don’t know what I can do now; I love you both so much –and he was crying his eyes out as he said that.

    -Harry, please believe us: we need you. After the session we will have a drink to calm you down and you must come to our house to sleep with us tonight. Don’t you still know that even with the big love we feel for each other our bed will be empty now without you? And I also desire to keep on being your slave.

    -I still have not decided anything, Mike. I know being my slave is a necessity for you and I can compromise. But look, I work in the jail every morning and you are at present unemployed. So, nothing between us in the morning. If I accepted, you could be my slave every afternoon and only my lover at night and your only name then will be Mike and I am only Harry, understood?

    -Right, Harry, but please join us.

    -You still have to cum in my ass and then the session is over. Please keep on fucking me like that, deep and hard.

    I was aware that all the time we had been talking I was moving frenetically inside him and I was indeed pleasing that hot ass I was fucking for the first time. But I had no more doubts: I will fuck him now as often as he wants, so he can really keep his need to become one of us. All this time Belinda was urging me to please him and in her eyes I could read desire, desire that I should please my master and desire to soothe him and he could be persuaded to join us. I sensed my love for Belinda would never end and knowing this, I calmly finished what I was doing and after a quarter of an hour I was filling the interior of my master with a long stream of cum. I pulled my dick out but it was still spilling and he took it in his mouth and drank the last drops till with a happy face he left my cock and said.

    -Thank you, Mike, I will never forget this moment. Now Belinda and I will put our clothes back on, we will go up and first the three of us will brush our teeth and I also have to wipe my ass and finally you can pick up your clothes and get dressed. We could have a new coffee or have dinner, what you prefer.

    -Sometimes I have told you, Harry –that’s the only name I gave him now in the certainty that he needed to be called only as a friend, or a lover- that I am indeed a good cook, and I would like you to have dinner at home with us. I have prepared paella. You’d love it.

    -I can go to your house to have dinner and then return to my house. Well, we shall see –he said as my wife and he were already putting every piece of clothes back on. Then of course we did everything he had said about cleaning and finally I got dressed too and we went out again to the 21st century to have a new drink.

    Once we were there we asked for some soft drinks and he said.

    -I think I will go to your house to have dinner. That’s all I can promise. You are so beautiful together and I should never stain you. Your love could finish.

    -Harry –Belinda told him-, I think still you are not aware that we both love you. Think that we need you so much that if we don’t have you now we could lose the love we feel for each other cause we don’t have you and we’d always miss you in our bed. Things have evolved into this and now the three of us love one another and we would be forever unhappy unless we become three.

    -The possibility that you could lose your love never crossed my thoughts. So, ok –he sighed-, I will try to be the third one in this relationship. But remember, Mike, you must call me Harry almost all day, except when you are my slave in the afternoons.

    -So, let’s go to our house now, a house which definitely belongs to us three.

    Soon we were home, inside a house now meant for the three of us. We invited him to strip and Belinda and I did the same. Then we headed to the kitchen where I was busy warming up the meal. The paella really had a lot of ingredients I had learnt to add from a Spanish recipe and was full of seafood. Indeed when we started to eat, Harry loved what I had cooked and even told me I could make a living working as a cook somewhere. I had never thought about that but I could have a future in cooking. He was getting calmer as Belinda and I continuously touched his entire sexy body as he was eating. We did not want him to cum now but to be much aroused for bed later. And we finished and invited him to come to our bed. With a deep sigh, he said.

    -Ok, I will see now if this threesome is possible and you never end your love, which I worship.

    We invited him to be first to enter a bed he had never entered before. Then my wife and I jumped together, leaving him in the middle. I was on the right. Both she and I started to touch and kiss him. I only called him Harry now.

    -Now you can fuck my wife, Harry, and I will fuck you meanwhile.

    -An excellent idea, Mike, since I can see you are not jealous.

    And shyly at first he did stick his cock in Belinda’s pussy and was for two minutes shagging her with love and tenderness. They even started to kiss each other then. That was the moment I chose to start fucking Harry for the second time that day, something that would soon become a habit. It was so hot, so sweet, so perfect… that we were making Harry used to our bodies, to our bed, to our house, to feel one of us. Now I began to feel satisfied to have no more inhibitions, to do with him all he desired and if I had to fuck him every day, I would. His ass was silk and as I fucked him I noticed Belinda was moaning loudly and touching Harry and kissing us both. Thus we were for a long while getting used to one another’s bodies till I had to finally shoot a new load in Harry’s ass just as he came in a condom inside Belinda.

    -Now, Harry please –I told him-, we have to do it the other way round. I want you to fuck me, now as your lover, not your slave at this moment, though you know perfectly well I need to often be your slave. But not now. And as you fuck me, I will fuck my wife.

    -Ok, Mike, my love, but start fucking that hot girl and I will fuck you later.

    Now once again I was fucking Belinda, feeling more than ever that our love would never end. We touched all over; kissing deep in love, while Harry told us that was the way he wanted to always see us. A couple of minutes later I felt again that cock I was used to entering my ass, fucking me wildly, slamming my deepest spots. Harry was so in love that he became wild and for a while it did hurt me again but I was his, only his lover now, but let him fuck me the way he preferred. But the rhythm of his punishing cock made me fuck my wife faster. I was not giving her any pain, she would tell me later, but was driving her crazy with that pace and by the way I was showing her again how much I loved her. We kissed like maniacs now and I knew well I would cum soon and I was only waiting for Harry to bust his load inside me first. When he finally came, I of course bathed again the condom inside Belinda’s cunt. And then the three of us started to cry at the same time out of emotion, starting to assimilate that we were finally three.

    -Now, you’re one of us, Harry. You can start to believe it –I said, and my wife told him the same-. Now let us try to sleep, for the first time the three of us together in the sleep of deep love, happiness and calm.

    He started to get used to this threesome which was perfect for us three. Belinda had never been a girl for a single man and now she had two to love and we had already agreed, Harry and I, that she could cheat us with more boys; it was perfect for Harry, who was clearly bisexual, and he had just found a boy and a girl to give his love to; and it was perfect for me: the love I felt for my wife had increased and I had discovered I was bisexual and also had a man lover and even a master, something I also needed. So exhausted but grateful to life for what it had given us, we finally fell asleep.

    In the morning we had breakfast naked and while we drained our coffees she jacked Harry off. He had to cum soon for he had to go to work. And finally he shot his load, put his clothes on, kissed us both and left us. Now my wife and I had all morning to have sex with each other but we only fucked for she had heard something and left soon.

    The hospital where she had worked previously had again a real need for nurses. She was interviewed again and of course with all the experience she had at that very hospital she was hired. She would have a regular shift in the afternoons and she would start work the next day. Of course I was not admitted back in my old job, so I tried restaurants now. They checked my skills and seemed about to hire me but somehow learnt that I had been in jail and didn’t hire me. But I never lost faith. Three days later and saying beforehand that I had been imprisoned for fraud, I told them the truth so they could at least see I had not been imprisoned for any violent crime, I was finally hired in a Spanish restaurant called Costa del Sol, where I would have a night shift. I had to go at about eight and start preparing dinner and I would continue there until twelve. I specialized in Spanish cuisine and the restaurant was successful.

    So now in the mornings Harry was at work and Belinda and I used to have passionate sex; in the afternoons my wife was working. We had time to have lunch all three together and when she left, I became again M-I-K-E and was H-A-RR-Y’s slave. Later it was me that went to work and Harry and Belinda had sex with each other. I was every evening horny imagining my two loves loving each other. When I returned I had a little sex with both before going to sleep but as I could have sex with Belinda every morning, I used to fuck with Harry. I fucked him and he fucked me, often one of us fucking Belinda at the same time. Blowjobs were in my slave hours in the afternoons when I sucked his cock and he sucked mine and of course I continued with the rest of my slave tasks but he washed more often now out of respect for our girl and it was very seldom that he had some smell on him. I missed it but was happy with what I did have.

    So we got used to live the three of us together. This is an example of how our days started to be. In the mornings I used to make love to my superb girl. Soon after Harry left and since we were already naked, I started finger fucking her and taking her to the couch where I started an arousing battle licking her cunt till I made her squirt and next she told me she was gonna blow me. I was on fire every time she gave me one of her wonderful blowjobs and only some days I could hold it for a quarter of an hour or more. But she did not have enough and asked me to fuck her next. It was always a perfect moment to make her horny and show her how much I loved her. I kissed her constantly, told her I love you once and again, stroked all her dear body and finally came in the condom inside her. But she asked me for more. She also wanted me to fuck her in the ass. Usually, we had a break, doing something in the house, some cooking or some repairs, something that could take my mind off sex for a while till finally I went hard again and I fucked her anally. The battle usually led us to Harry’s return. He often surprised us fucking and smiled at us. Then we went to lunch, the three of us without our clothes and we often jacked everybody off, till at five Belinda left for work and her two men stayed alone.

    Now I would be again M-I-K-E and he became again H-A-RR-Y, my master. He knew well how I desired to be his slave once every day and he fulfilled my slave needs. Now, calling me M-I-K-E, he could start fucking me for instance. He had also brought his boxing gloves to our house and he used to gut punch me as he was fucking me. Next I was ordered to please his entire sexy body, first his feet, not often smelly now, and later his pits, with which I always screamed in joy, dirty or clean, and finally I gave him a blowjob. Then he always pissed me and I was in heaven every time I could drink that arousing nectar and that’s when I became again H-A-RR-Y’s slave. He scarcely shat in my mouth now and he reminded me we should be prudent and he did not want to endanger my health. But he finally shat me five tasty turds one day, for the first time in our house and it was again heaven. He added now it would only be once a month or less. And the same it was with puke. It was soon only once a month but my cock was always at its maximum height when I could feel he was discharging his digestion inside me. And of course I always blasted my load with that scarce meal.

    Then I went to work. I knew well that Belinda and Harry were making love. I encouraged them to always have sex with each other and tell me later. When I arrived at half past twelve, they were waiting for me always naked and first told me the details of their love-making. They fucked every day; every day Harry fucked my wife’s cunt and only one or two days he fucked her in the ass. But he never forgot to lick her cunt and make her squirt. I heard all this as I pumped my dick and the emotion I felt knowing the two people I loved had been having so much fun with each other always made me cum.

    And at last we went to bed. Now Harry was my lover. He was used to sleeping only five or six hours and prior to sleeping time I fucked him with love as he fucked Belinda. Some days he fucked me next and it was me fucking my wife now. Some other days it was only me fucking him or he fucking me, but never forgetting Belinda, who was always finger fucking herself, moaning loudly and smiling at her two lovers’ show and often gave a blowjob to the one who was being fucked, if she was not being fucked, that is.

    Thus we started a common life, always horny at the other two. Every day the same routine: I had a wife, a man lover and even a master. My wife had two men for herself and always loved both of us deeply and Harry had a girl lover, a man lover and a slave. That was what the three of us needed and our threesome has lasted.

    Ten years later we are still together and love one another more than ever. All three of us cheat the other two, Harry and I with both girls and boys. I still remember with a smile my time in jail, where I had never been raped after all and where I met a lover boy and a master. And I am moved every day when I return home from work and see my two loves shortly after opening the door.


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  • Gowl’s Fantasy

    **Note for readers: This is a series I will continue to be working on alongside another series and several short stories. This series will focus on my darkest kinks while surrounding the story of a master/slave relationship. This first chapter will focus on introducing the characters and you’ll find it to be kind of short, the following chapters I will work hard to make sure are decently lengthed. Please leave reviews with your opinions and/or thoughts on where you would like to see this story go. I’m filled with ideas, but I’d like to make this series multi-sided instead of based solely off of my thoughts. Enjoy…


    Part 1:

    Jake, a tall 19-year-old brunette, was one of the best players on his team of professional collage baseball. The reasoning for this, he was always challenging himself to be better, stronger, faster. Even when a season of one of his sports he played in college came to an end he’d still be pushing himself. Jake was also passing most of his classes, except algebra, and was working constantly at making sure his grades never got in the way of sports. Jake found himself a math tutor, a man named Steven Boiscotch, a 24-year-old black haired also very tall. They’d work together every weekend to help Jake improve.
    Jake and Steven were pretty good friends. In return of the tutoring, Jake provided his own tutoring of how to pick up chicks in college.

    Jake was just finishing up practice for his big game the following night. He found himself in the locker room just walking out of the shower when his exhaust from the long week finally began to hit him. Still almost naked with just a towel hiding away his meat he sat on a wooden bench table that was placed up against the wall to rest. Jake began to doze off into a deep sleep, while this occured his dick grew to its throbbing point of 8 long inches. He didn’t think much of it as he hadn’t fucked anyone recently or even had the time to stroke himself off, but he was too tired to attempt anything to help himself in this given moment.

    The next time Jake’s eyes opened he found himself in a different place then before. Panicked, he looked at his surroundings to find Steven in the driver’s seat of his pick-up truck going someplace. The second thing Jake noticed was that he was shirtless. Worried, Jake began to look down and feel his crotch to find himself wearing only a white pair of underwear over his still throbbing cock.

    “What the–Did you–” Jake began, confused at the situation.
    Steven giggled, “Don’t worry man, we all have wet dreams. Just be glad I found you and not… Someone else.”
    “How did you-“
    “I know you always practice until you’re too exhausted to practice more before a big game.”
    “Where are we going?–Where’s my clothes!?”
    Steven giggled again, “Back seat. Was struggling to get you dressed so I just put on some underwear to hide your s-ehem-parts. I’m just taking you home, no need to thank me.”

    Steven and Jake arrived at his house, and Steven helped Jake get to his bed where he instantly passed out. Steven smirked at the presentation he had been provided. For the past several months of tutoring he began to like the body of Jake. He wanted Jake so badly, but he knew he couldn’t just flat out tell Jake. Steven watched Jake with his hard dick, drooling over it he began to grow in his jeans. Steven began to wonder what Jake might be dreaming of. Was it him? Was it Angelica, the girl Jake had been non-stop talking about for the past few weeks? Whatever sort of wet dream Jake was having was making it impossible for Steven to stand and watch. It was time to put his plan in motion. The plan that he had been building up ever since he saught eyes on Jake. It was time to begin phase two.

    Steven slowly slipped his rather large hand down the white underwear he had placed on Jake to feel his rock hard cock. “Mmm…” Jake moaned in his sleep. The moans caused Steven to almost go insane. He was fighting the urge to rape Jake right there, but it wasn’t the time nor the place. Steven flipped the underwear to allow Jake’s throbbing cock to escape. Fuck it was bigger and hotter then Steven expected. Cut, you could see a few vains. Jake really needed to take a load off, but again Steven was not ready. The setting had to be just right, so Steven picked Jake up and took him there…

    Part 2:

    The sex dungeon was designed for slaves to be kept captive for the long term. Filled with items to break in, torture, and please any man. Along with strange looking toys, and the standards for any dungeon. Chains, leather restraints, wooden X’s, milkers, plain collars/shock collars, dildos, a bed with leather sheets, a leather couch, a wall with metal cuffs, a closet containing clothing items for both a master and slave, and so much more. Steven held onto a lot of wealth due to the fact his father owns the collage, he tutors, and trains and sells slaves all the time. His specialty, however, was in his kinks. Steven had been building the dungeon for several years while collecting and selling slaves, each boy brought him a new interest, and he had high hopes that he would find Jake to be the ultimate kink bringer, seeing as he’s never owned a straight jock before.

    Jake began waking in the nearly empty dungeon, besides the toys, tools, and machines. At first everything felt like a blurry dream. Jake began to realize this was not where he remembered he was. He began to panic and squirm, but to his surprise could barely move due to the restraints around his arms above him, head, stomach, and each leg. He was able to slowly piece together this was not a dream, and began screaming for help. Suddenly a door opened then quickly shut before any noise could escape the room. “Morning sunshine,” the voice of Steven echoed across the room.

    “Where the fuck am I?” Jake begged.

    The dungeon was silent. Jake began to try and move his head to see where Steven was and what he was doing, but it was impossible to fight against the strong medically designed binds holding him down.

    “Come on man this isn’t funny!” Jake screamed.
    “Relax,” Steven began, “save that energy for your training later.”
    “What the hell are you talking about? Let me go!”
    “You’re going to be trained on how to be the faggot slave you always knew you were.” Steven said, presenting himself in nothing but socks.

    Jake began to act disobedient and made a face of disscust at Steven. Steven ignored him and began stroking Jakes dick, making it throb and beg. Steven guessed it had to have been weeks since Jake last got off and planned on showing him what obedient slaves could receive if they’re good enough. The second Jake got fully hard Steven began to deep throat him. “Come on man, I’m not gay! This is fucked up! HELP!” Jake screamed only to be accompanied by his balls being squished and pulled.

    “No one can hear you and no one will care that you’re gone so you might as well shut the fuck up and take the pleasure I am giving you before the only feeling you’ll ever receive is pain, you got that?” Steven expressed aggravated.

    Jake got quite the second his balls were released as his eyes filled with terror. He wanted to believe this was all just part of the wet dream he was having, and hoped Angelica would pop out of nowhere to release him and get herself fucked. Steven continued to suck and stroke as Jake began moaning and thrusting with pleasure. Steven put a hand under his lips to start stroking Jake to increase the pleasure. Jake couldn’t believe the feeling of the intense blow job he had been receiving. His moans became “oh fuck”‘s as he attempted to thrust further into Steven’s throat. Jake then tried to put his hands on Steven’s head to only be yet again reminded of his current situation.

    Jake began to get very close. Right before he was going to shoot Steven stopped. “I haven’t given you the right to cum slut, nor will I anytime soon!” Steven stated as he quickly pulled out a toy. “This will keep you on edge for a few hours while I go tutor Raymond. Maybe ask if he’ll want to fuck your boy pussy after too.” Steven said as he set the milker up at just the right speed to bring Jake enough pleasure to get close but be unable to finish then left.

    “Please, I want to cum!” Jake expressed several times through the hours hoping yet again his little crush would show up and free him like in several of his wet dreams. The blowjob felt intensely tender being handled by the milker. There was enough latex and lube to tear at his skin on his cock leaving Jake hopelessly begging for more.


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  • Rugby Boys

    Rugby Boys

    Max Ollsen

    Copyright (c) 2017 by Max Ollsen. All rights reserved. Except for the use of less than two pages in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any electronic, mechanical, or other means is forbidden without the express written permission of the author.

    Disclaimer: The material in this work is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content and language. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older. All the characters in this work are assumed to be at least 18 years of age. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and settings are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, names, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. In the real world having sex without using a condom can be very dangerous to your health.


    *Beep Beep* *Beep Beep* *Beep Beep*

                “Ugh…. fuck me!” Liam groaned as the annoying alarm on his phone went off at 7 a.m. to wake him for rugby practice.

                Waking up at 7 in the morning was not the way Liam wanted things to be the summer before his senior year of high school, but his coach scheduled rugby practice early in the morning three days a week to make sure his players weren’t sleeping their summers away. Liam had an important rugby tournament in two weeks so his coach was working overtime punishing anyone late to practice.

                Liam rolled his naked body out of bed and checked out his body in the mirror hanging on the wall next to him. Liam wasn’t the tallest 18-year-old guy, but all the cardio and weight training from rugby really helped his body. His biceps were firm mounds, and his lower half was toned to perfection.

                Looking down Liam noticed his dick was standing at full attention. Liam grabbed his dick while looking himself up and down in the mirror, and rubbed his tip. As horny as Liam was in the early morning he would be late to practice if he gave himself a generous 10 minutes to get off.

                Trying not to be late Liam quickly searched for a jock to wear to practice. It didn’t take much time because Liam had an unwashed jock on the floor in his rugby shorts from last practice. Liam grabbed it and held it to his nose to get a quick sniff of his musk from last practice. The smell was like heaven to Liam, and it only caused him to get hornier. Sadly, Liam didn’t have the time to play with himself so he stopped smelling the jock and slipped it on.

                Liam went to his dresser to grab a workout shirt and shorts and found a clean black nylon tank top that he hurried to put on. Liam bent down to the bottom of his dresser to grab a clean pair of shorts. He found a clean black pair of rugby shorts and stayed bent over to slip his left leg through the first hole.

                “Wow, wasn’t expecting a show this early in the morning,” Liam’s dad said, after opening Liam’s door without knocking.

                Liam quickly slipped his other leg into the shorts and pulled them up. It was too late though he was already bright red with embarrassment.

                “Sorry,” Liam’s dad chuckled giving his apology, “I guess I should’ve knocked first.”

                Liam was still embarrassed but chuckled with his dad, “Yeah it might be a good idea.”
               
                “Are girls into hair still?” Liam’s dad asked, “I thought the clean-shaven trend was in.”

                “Um…” Liam was too uncomfortable to reply.

                “I know your mom at least likes me trimmed,” Liam’s dad was starting to give too much information, “I have a trimmer under the sink if you ever want to try it.”

                The thought of his parents having a preference made Liam more uncomfortable, but he tried to ignore it to the best of his ability.

                “Thanks,” Liam turned his attention towards getting his gear together in his duffle bag, “Maybe I’ll consider it.”

                “Okay,” His dad nodded, “Well I just wanted to stop by your room and say goodbye before you left. Your mom and I will probably be at the airport by the time you get done rugby practice.”

                Liam threw his bag over his shoulder and walked over towards his dad to hug him goodbye, “Have a good trip, Dad.”

                Liam’s dad squeezed him and responded, “Thanks, we’ll try!”
               
                “I gotta go, Dad,” Liam broke the embrace and brushed passed his dad, “I’m gonna be late for practice.”

                “Make sure to say goodbye to your mom!” Liam’s dad nodded as Liam ran down the steps.

    ***

                Finally arriving at practice with minutes to spare Liam rushed from his car and jogged across the park grass to the training pitch. Coach wasted no time when the last few players arrived and immediately sent the boys running before starting practice drills.

                After running countless laps around the pitch the boys were all dripping with sweat soaking through their shirts. The boys became hotter and hotter the more they ran and the sun started to heat the day.

                “Alright,” Coach blew his whistle, “That’s enough! Get over to me!”

                The coach started clapping his hands and the team went running towards him.

                “Semicircle!” The coach shouted.

                The boys made a circle around the coach and started breathing heavy. Some wiped their forehead with their arms before putting their hands on their hips. The coach gave his players a few seconds to catch their breath and then started separating the players into groups to run through scrums, rucks, and tackling form. After sending all the players to do passing drills the coach assembled everyone together to run through a game.

                Liam played the position of a hooker to the best of his ability. After a knock on near the end of the game the coach called a scrum and the boys gathered together. Liam’s props came up beside him and grabbed onto him, and he did the same to them.
               
                “Crouch!” The coach shouted.
               
                Both sides crouched down and the smell of sweat and musk filled the air. Liam felt a pulse in his crotch, but he ignored it.

                “Touch!” The coach shouted, again.

                The sound of the props’ hands slapping each other’s skin filled the air.
               
                “Pause!” The coach continued.

                Everything went still for a moment.

                “Engage!” The coach called.

                With that, a battle of power started. The scrum half rolled the ball into the scrum and then Liam and his rival hooker went after the ball. Liam tried to launch his feet as fast as possible towards the ball. Luckily, Liam gained control of the ball and carefully passed the ball backward with his feet.

                “Disengage!” The coach ordered, “We’re gonna end there today. You guys worked your asses off. Go enjoy the day!”

                Everyone cheered and made their way over to the benches and gathered their gear. Some guys started changing out of their sweaty clothing in the open and others threw sweats over their workout gear. Liam was pretty worn out and made no rush to get to the benches before everyone else. As Liam made his way over someone ran passed him and gave him a quick slap on the ass. Liam glanced over in the director of the guy running passed him and it was Jordan one of his props.

                Jordan was hot in Liam’s opinion. Jordan was tall, had short messy brown hair, and warm eyes with a pretty smile to match. Jordan was grinning at Liam as he ran towards the benches, and gave him a wink. Liam blushed but continued walking, and finally made his way to the benches.

                “Nice job today,” Jordan smiled as he patted Liam on the back.

                “Thanks,” Liam gave a sheepish smile, “Guess I earned a nice slap on the ass.”

                Jordan’s smile grew, “I think you did.”

                Liam just smiled and took off his cleats while the guys around him talked about making plans for the night.

                “What are you doing tonight, Lee?” Jordan asked Liam.

                “Uh, I’m not sure yet. My parents are going on vacation, but I stayed back to practice before the tournament in a couple weeks.” Liam replied.

                “Nice!” Jordan cheered, “We should come over!”

                Jordan motioned around to some of the other guys to invite them over to Liam’s empty house for the night.

                “Yeah,” Liam agreed, “That’d be cool!”

                Liam always had a small crush on Jordan, but that was his teammate.
               
                Jordan and a few of Liam’s other teammates agreed to meet up later at Liam’s house later that night.

                Liam was grinning ear to ear as he got into his car and started his drive home. He loved hanging out with his teammates. They were some of the funniest guys he knew, and they always had a great time hanging out together.

    ***

                The ride home for Liam was pure torture. Waking up horny, and going to a hot sweaty practice without taking care of himself left Liam more turned on than usual. The smell of dirt and sweat was light in Liam’s car, but he could still smell it and it was driving him crazy.

                When Liam arrived in his driveway he parked his car and bolted out and ran to his door. Once inside he dropped his duffle bag at the entryway and sprinted up his staircase to his bedroom.

                Inside his room, Liam closed his door and quickly stripped off his clothing. Once he was down to his jock he slid it off and threw it on his pillow. Liam knelt to the floor and felt under his bed for an old shoe box. When he found the one he was looking for he grabbed it and ripped off the lid. Inside the shoe box was a dildo Liam had bought himself soon after turning 18. It wasn’t anything crazy, just a simple dildo from a sex shop outside of town. Liam grabbed his bottle of lube from the box and jumped on his bed.

                He had been so horny and knew it wouldn’t take long to cum. Liam popped the cap off his lube and squirted some onto his fingers. Raising both his legs in the air Liam reached down and applied some of the lube to his hole. The feeling of hair and skin sent a shiver down Liam’s back but he continued to hastily apply an even coating to his hole.

                Liam circled his hole with his finger and began teasing himself. He kept applying pressure to his ring with his index finger and kept stopping himself right before entering himself. After enough teasing, Liam worked his first finger in and swirled it around inside his hole to coat himself more with leftover lube. Once one finger was boring Liam slipped in his second finger with little effort. While rocking his finger back and forth Liam clenched his hole and shivered from the pleasure the tightness gave him.

                As much as Liam loved to finger himself he was ready to move on to something a little more eventful. Feeling around his bed Liam searched for the dildo. When he finally had it in hand he applied lube to it as well. Liam scanned the dildo up and down. It was a nice average size. It was a little veiny but just thick enough to stretch him.

                Liam closed his eyes and went to work. He lowered the dildo to his hole and pressed the tip to his ring. He pushed out from his hole as he pushed the toy in. It took a moment but it popped in nicely, and after clenching down it gave Liam a great sensation. Slowly, Liam pushed out more and allowed the toy to slide in inch by inch at a time. Finally, Liam felt the balls of the dildo against himself.

                “Damn,” Liam moaned, as he squeezed his eyes tight.

                Clenching his hole on the base of the dildo and grinding his ass against his bed Liam felt the dildo brush against his prostate causing him to release an involuntary moan. Liam firmly grasped his cock and slowly stroked himself. Thrusting back and forth slowly. Liam was feeling waves of pleasure. Liam took his free hand and started to play with his nipples. Going to his right and left Liam pinched and rubbed his nipples and took moments to drag his fingers through his chest hair.

                Suddenly, the image of Jordan popped into Liam’s head. Just the thought of Jordan was getting Liam close. He started to undress Jordan in his head and fantasized about all the positions Jordan could put him in.

                Liam reached for the jock he threw on his bed earlier and once he had it in hand he brought it to his nose. Taking a deep inhale Liam imagined the musk of his own jock being the musk of Jordan. Liam imagined himself down between Jordan’s legs. Biting his inner thighs and licking from ball to ball. Liam didn’t know how Jordan measured up in the dick department, but he liked to imagine a thick and juicy cock.
               
                Taking another deep inhale of his jock Liam imagined traveling lower. Spreading Jordan’s legs apart he imagined how hot and sweaty Jordan’s hole would be. The thought of nuzzling into Jordan’s hairy hole started to get Liam closer.

                Resting the jock on his face Liam went back to stimulating his nipples and cock. Thrusting his cock in his tight fist caused the dildo in his ass to keep stimulating him whenever he bucked back to thrust forward again.

                With all the physical and mental stimulation Liam was getting closer and closer. His breathing got heavy and his thrusting was more rapid. The dildo in his ass was really hitting the spot and sending him over the edge. Liam could feel the pressure and build up in his balls. Finally, the moment hit. Liam let out an obnoxious moan and started to send spurts of cum flying. Globs of cum landed on his stomach and chest as well as his sheets. Even though he was spent of cum Liam road the rush of his orgasm and continued to thrust. He was riding the last of the sensitivity from his orgasm until everything subsided.

                Liam let out a satisfied sigh and lazily removed the jock from his face, and threw it on the floor of his room. He wiped his lube covered hands on his sheets and reached for the dildo in his ass. Slowly, Liam removed the dildo from his ass inch by inch until just the tip was left. Liam tugged out the dildo and with a puff of air, the dildo was out. Liam chuckled to himself and got up from his bed.

                Liam made his way to his bathroom with his dildo in hand to take a shower and wash off his favorite toy.

    ***

                Liam was playing video games when he heard his front door open.
               
                “Yo,” Jordan shouted as he invited himself into the house, “We’re here man!”
               
                Liam got off his coach and walked down the hall to see his teammates walking into the house. Mason, Will, and Jose followed behind Jordan.

                “Hey,” Jordan gave Liam an excited smile as he charged forward and hugged him.

                Liam blushed as Jordan lifted him into the air when he hugged him. When Jordan let him down he was smiling as well.

                “This is sick man!” Jordan said, referring to having the house while Liam’s parents were away.

                “Yeah,” Liam chuckled.

                “I’m hungry,” Mason said, brushing passed Liam and Jordan, “Let’s order some pizza and play some video games.”
               
                Will and Jose made grunts of agreements with Mason and followed Mason into the living room making themselves comfortable on the couch.

                “Make yourselves at home,” Jordan joked, as the other three were out of ear shot.

                Jordan smiled at Liam and gave him a playful punch on the arm, “It’s gonna be a fun night man. I’m gonna use the can upstairs, but I’ll be back down to in a sec to order food.”

                “Sounds good,” Liam replied as he made his way to the living room.

                When Liam entered the living room Mason, Will, and Jose were all sprawled out with video game controllers in hand. The three of them were engrossed in one of Liam’s games and didn’t pay much attention to Liam as he sat down on the couch between Mason and Jose.

                “Fuck you, Jose!” Will shouted shaking his controller as Jose killed him in the video game.

                Jose gave a cocky smile and playfully kicked Will sitting on the floor near him. Will swatted at his leg and flipped him off.

                Liam kept watch of the game his friends were playing while he waited for his turn for a controller. After what seems like forever Jordan came back from the bathroom with a devious smile.

                “Liam,” Jordan waved for him to join him, “I have a surprise in my car!”

                Liam wasn’t sure what the surprise was, but he got off the couch and walked towards Jordan.

                “Go jerk him off and order the fucking food!” Mason laughed as he mashed the buttons on his controller, “I’m starving.”

                Everyone chuckled, and Jordan replied, “Maybe I will.”

                Everyone chuckled again but Jordan walked towards the front door and Liam followed. They made their way over to the trunk of Jordan car. Jordan fished his keys from his pocket and opened the trunk. Liam looked inside and the surprise was three cases of beer.

                “My brother owed me a favor,” Jordan beamed with pride, “I got us some drinks for the night!”

                “Fucking awesome!” Liam cheered as he gave Jordan a high five.

                Jordan grabbed two cases and left the third for Liam. Liam closed the trunk and followed Jordan back into his house. The whole time they were walking Liam studied the outline of Jordan’s butt in his sweatpants. His butt was perky from what Liam could tell, and the sweatpants hugged his thighs just right.

                “Drink some beer and quit bitching!” Jordan laughed at Mason as he slammed a case of beer in front of him.

                “Fucking nice man!” Mason cheered as he opened the case and cracked his first beer.

                “I’ll order some pizza,” Jordan said, grabbing his phone and flipping it open, “What do you guys want?”

                The guys started giving Jordan their orders, but Liam was looking intently at him as he sat on the couch with his legs spread. Liam could make out a bulge in his sweats. He had a nice dick it seemed. His thighs looked amazing as well as they stretched the pants tight. Every time Jordan shifted on the couch Liam could slightly make out his dick shifting around. Liam was getting turned on but desperately wanted not to be. Jordan grabbed at his crotch and readjusted himself and glanced over at Liam to see him staring at his crotch.

                “Yo, Liam,” Jordan tried to grab Liam’s attention.

                “What?” Liam snapped back to reality quick and tried to pretend he wasn’t looking at anything.

                “What kind of pizza do you want?” Jordan asked, not letting on he caught Liam checking out his package.

                “Uh, whatever, ” Liam shrugged his shoulder and positioned himself to look at the TV, “I’m good with whatever you all want.”

                Jordan nodded and dialed the number for the pizza place and started ordering. The rest of the guys went back to their game.
               
                “Thanks for letting us come over,” Mason nodded at Liam, “It’s cool to hang out without parents around.”

                Liam smiled and nodded, “Yeah man! I figured it would be good to hang out since we’ve been training so hard all summer.”

                Mason nodded and put his controller down as he grabbed for another beer and grabbed a second for Liam as well. Mason cracked the tab on both and handed one to Liam before knocking them together to toast. Liam smiled and took a sip. The beer was warm and didn’t taste great but Liam was just happy to be with his friends.

                Jordan finished ordering the food and flipped his phone closed. He got off the couch and grabbed 5 beers from the case and threw one at each other the guys. Jordan fished in his pocket and grabbed his keys.

                “Let’s shotgun these!” Jordan cheerfully suggested.

                They all agreed and reached for their own keys. Together they punctured holes in the beer and started chugging away after flipping their tabs. Jordan was the first to chug his down. It seemed to only take him three huge gulps to get everything down. He crushed his can in his big hand and let out a gnarly burp. Mason finished next and followed suit in belching. Liam, Will, and Jose kept chugging away and eventually finished their own cans.

                “Just throw them on the coffee table,” Liam said, after wiping his mouth, “I’ll clean them up tomorrow morning.”

                The guys threw their empty cans on the tables and went back to drinking their other beers. The guys were playing their game again and cursing at each other. Liam and Jordan just watched listening to all the insults being flung around the room and looked at each other every time they laughed.

                After a while the game got boring and the guys put a football game on the TV. They all sat watching the game in silence before Jose piped up.

                “How are things with Sarah,” Jose asked Mason, “Is she still bitching at you for not hanging out with her tonight?”

                Mason chuckled and nodded, and took a sip of his beer before replying, “Fuck yeah she is. Every night I don’t have to go to bed early for practice the next day she wants to spend together.”

                “Sucks,” Will laughed.

                “She’s worth it,” Mason grinned, “She has some redeeming qualities.”

                “I heard she does,” Jose laughed, “Her last boyfriend said the same thing.”

                Mason told Jose to fuck off and laughed it off. It was well known that Mason had a promiscuous girlfriend, but he didn’t mind he was the same way.

                “You guys are lucky,” Jordan laughed pointing around to Mason, Will, and Jose, “You guys have steady pussy. Liam and I are left to handle things ourselves.”

                The other guys did have girlfriends and often bragged about how good the sex was, but Liam didn’t expect Jordan to joke about them both jerking off. Liam was a guy, but he was easily embarrassed.

                “Look at him,” Jordan pointed at Liam, who was now blushing, “He knows it’s true.”

                “Having a girlfriend doesn’t stop that.” Will laughed, “Now that I have a girlfriend I jerk off twice as much as before. I’d have blue balls otherwise.”

                “True,” Mason and Jose agreed in unison.

                Liam was still blushing, slightly uncomfortable with the conversation.

                “You good man?” Jordan asked Liam, taking note of his discomfort.

                “Yeah,” Liam forced a chuckle and lied.

                “You jerk off,” Jordan threw his hands in the air and laughed, “No big deal.”

                The other guys laughed and drank some more beer.

                “I know,” Liam tried not to give a shy reply but couldn’t help it.

                “C’mon man,” Jordan winked, “Be a little more comfortable with it. When was the last time you jerked off? You tell me and I’ll tell you when the last time I did it.”

                “You’re a freak, man!” Mason snorted.

                “C’mon,” Jordan laughed while he ignored Mason.

                “Uh,” Liam stuttered, “I don’t know. A few days ago?”

                “Sure,” Jordan wasn’t convinced, “It was probably after practice today.”

                The other guys continued laughing at Jordan playfully grilling Liam. Everyone knew Liam was shy about sex and they all liked to see him squirm.

                “I did,” Jordan continued the joke, “After practice today. I had to!”

                “Dude, shut up!” Mason was laughing harder, “You’re so fucking gay.”

                Mason and Jose were laughing so hard they started to turn a dark shade of red. There was nothing any of them found funnier than grilling Liam because he was such an easy target. Liam laughed along, but the thought of Jordan masturbating was a pleasant mental image for him. He could feel himself getting aroused and did his best to adjust himself and hide his growing erection from his friends.

                The joke seemed to die down after Jordan’s last comment so the boys just went back to drinking more and more. By the time the pizza arrived all the boys were buzzed but that didn’t stop them from drinking more.

                After was few hours passed the coffee table grew fuller and fuller with empty beer cans until cans started decorating the floor around the table. At this point, all the boys were thoroughly drunk and enjoying the evening together.

                “I’m fucking beat.” Mason groaned as he threw his head back to rest on the couch, “What about you guys?”

                Will and Jose nodded in agreement. It seemed like the beer had bloated all of them and made them tired. Will could barely keep his eyes open and Jose looked like he was close to vomiting.

                “I call sharing with Liam!” Jordan shouted, seeming to be the only one left with energy.

                “Fuck you,” Mason groaned again, “You got to sleep in his bed last time.”

                Jordan smiled, “I’m just quicker I guess.”

                Mason rolled his eyes and kicked Jordan off the couch so he could stretch out and fall asleep. Will and Jose took blankets and formed nests for themselves on the floor. If they were sober blankets on the ground might not have been much, but the boys were drunk enough that anything soft was better than nothing.

                “You ready?” Jordan asked Liam.

                “What?” Liam asked tired and drunk.

                “We’re going to bed,” Jordan smiled, “I’ll help you up, Bud.”

                Jordan grabbed Liam under both his armpits and lifted him from his seat. Liam wobbled when he was on the ground but Jordan helped to keep him balanced and helped him down the hallway and up the steps.

                Jordan helped Liam into his room and sat him down on his bed.

                “I’ll be right back,” Jordan said as he walked towards the door, “I’ve gotta take a leak.”

                Liam nodded and started taking off his shirt and pants. He was down to just his briefs when he slipped under his covers and closed his eyes. Luckily, the room wasn’t spinning like it did the last time his friends got him drunk. He felt drunk, but it was a fun feeling this time.

                Jordan came back from the bathroom and stood in the middle of the room as he took off his shirts. He slipped his athletic shorts down as well and when he bent over to pick them up he let out a loud fart.

                “Dude!” Liam complained as he rolled over in bed.
               
                “Sorry,” Jordan chuckled, “All the beer has me bloated.”

                “Whatever,” Liam closed his eyes, he just wanted to fall asleep, “Just close the door and turn off the lights. I need to get to sleep.”

                Jordan closed the door and turned the lights off and without warning jumped onto the bed right on top of Liam.

                Liam let out an annoyed groan and Jordan laughed again.

                “Can I please get some sleep?” Liam begged.

                “Boring!” Jordan teased as he rolled off Liam and got under the covers.

                The room was silent for a moment. Liam wanted to get to sleep but he could feel the heat radiating off Jordan’s body. It was one of the downsides of sharing a bed with him whenever he was over, Jordan turned into a furnace at night he was always hot. However, Jordan also smelled amazing. Liam wasn’t sure what deodorant he was wearing but it was good.
               
                Jordan rolled under the covers and put his arm across Liam’s bare chest. Neither of them said or did anything for a moment. Jordan kept his arm there to see Liam’s reaction.

                “What are you doing?” Liam finally asked.

                “What?” Even though the room was completely dark Liam could tell Jordan was grinning, “Friends can’t cuddle?”
               
                “I’m never gonna get to sleep,” Liam groaned, “Do whatever, just let me get some sleep.”

                The room was silent again. With Jordan’s arm resting on his chest Liam was starting to get warm under the covers, but it wasn’t intolerable. Just when Liam started to drift off to sleep Jordan started to play around again.

                “Can friends do this?” Jordan jokingly asked as he started to tickle Liam’s sides.

                Liam’s bed was next to the wall and Jordan had him trapped against it as he assaulted his sides with his fingers. Liam was trying his hardest to get free and stop laughing but Jordan had him. After a few seconds of torture, Jordan finally stopped and wrapped his arms around Liam and pulled him towards himself.

                “What’s with you tonight?” Liam asked as he tried to push himself away from Jordan.

                “C’mon,” Jordan whispered, “You like it.”

                Something about Jordan’s tone made Liam freeze. This wasn’t normal Jordan joking it was something very different. The way Jordan was speaking sent shivers down Liam’s back.

                “It’s okay,” Jordan whispered as he pulled Liam closer into him again, “I know man.”

                Liam didn’t try to break free from Jordan again he just laid in his arms against his bare chest.

                “What are you talking about?” Liam tried to play dumb, but he was starting to feel anxious.

                “Dude, I see the way you look at me.” Jordan whispered, “I caught you looking tonight. I’ve caught you before. I never said anything though.”

                Liam was in shock. This was not how he expected his night to go and he wasn’t sure where Jordan was taking this.

                “You aren’t denying it.” Jordan grinned as he whispered into Liam’s ear again.

                “If you’ve noticed before what makes tonight different?” Liam asked.

                “I’m drunk, I’m lonely, I’m horny.” Jordan responded, “You smell so good tonight, too.”

                Jordan rested his face on Liam and took a deep breath in. He let out a satisfied groan and squeezed Liam tight again.

                “Sometimes I look at you, too,” Jordan whispered, “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, but I figured I’d offer.”

                Hearing Jordan saying that put Liam on high alert. Any drunken feelings or tiredness went away immediately.

                “Jordan, I never knew,” Liam was shocked, “I thought I was the only gay guy on the team.”

                “It’s possible you are,” Jordan chuckled, “I’m bi.”

                Liam rolled his eyes, “Being bi is the gateway to being gay.”

                “Nah man,” Jordan laughed, “I like eating pussy way too much to be completely gay.”

                “Oh,” Liam replied, it was all he could muster.

                “Sometimes boys are cute. Sometimes girls are cute.” Jordan stated, “I’m single and I was always suspicious of you. I figured why not take the chance.”
               
                “And what if this went in the wrong direction?” Liam asked.

                “I would’ve said I was joking around.” Jordan replied, “Pretending to be gay is funny. The guys would’ve thought I was just messing around to make you uncomfortable.”

                “Nice to see I’m the butt of the joke,” Liam was annoyed and tried to roll away from Jordan.

                “C’mon man,” Jordan plead, “Don’t be like that. I was taking a risk. I just wanted to be sure I wasn’t gonna ruin things if I was wrong about you.”

                Liam remained silent. As much as he liked Jordan the constant grilling from his friends became annoying at times. Liam finally broke free from Jordan’s hug and rolled over to face the wall.

                “Please don’t be like this,” Jordan whispered from behind Liam, ” I was just being careful.”

                Liam remained silent but felt Jordan’s hand travel up his back and rest on his shoulder where he gave him a quick squeeze. The feeling of Jordan touching him like that started to turn Liam on and he started to feel less annoyed about his friends’ jokes. Liam could feel Jordan’s body heat warm him up as Jordan slowly moved closer to him. Finally, Jordan was right up against Liam’s back and Liam felt something at the nape of his neck. It was Jordan giving him a kiss. Jordan slipped his arm over Liam and cupped his chest in his hand and slowly brushed his thumb back and forth. Shivers shot up and down Liam’s back again. He couldn’t help but get turned on.

                “We don’t have to fuck.” Jordan reassured him, “We can just do this all night. Just please tell me you aren’t mad at me.”

                Liam was so horny at this point he couldn’t even remember feeling mad or annoyed. All he wanted was Liam to keep holding him like this. Slowly, Liam pushed his back into Jordan with a steady grinding motion.

                “Does that mean we’re okay?” Jordan chuckled.

                “Yeah,” Liam said as he rolled in place to face Jordan, “We’re all good.”

                For the first time in his life, Liam built up the courage to make the next move. Without taking the time to overthink Liam leaned into Jordan’s lips and softly pressed his own lips against them.

    To be continued…


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  • The Prince and the Pauper

    I started my life feral. I was the last born of a poor family in the kingdom. My mother had too much to tend to, to pay me any mind. My father was only interested in putting food on the table, and couldn’t be bothered with his offspring till they were strong enough to help work the land. My father told me he spat on the floor and refused to hold me when I was born. I was the runt of his litter, and forbade anyone to call me anything else.

    To survive, I had to learn to fend for myself. By six, I’d spend long periods in the woods, trapping and gathering. I stole from farms at night, wondered into town where I begged and picked the pockets of those foolish enough to pay me no mind. By eight, I no longer came home. I built a small shelter in a remote part of the woods and fended for myself. I eked out my survival with no help from anyone.

    It was early morning, the sun was barely rising in the sky, what t changed things. I was still sleeping in my make shift home when they arrived. They crept in under the cover of the morning mist. They slipped a rope around my feet. I was startled awake by the scraping of my body across the ground. I clawed the ground, hissing and snarling. The dragging stopped. I went into action, flipping over, ready to claw and fight my way free.

    I found myself at the business end of one of the king’s men’s sword. “Who are you boy? Where are your parents?” He sneered with his high class voice. “Answer me.” He pressed the point into my chest for emphasis.

    “Big man, dragging an unarmed homeless boy from his bed at dawn then pointing a sword at him.” I snarled back, knocking the blade aside. The men surrounding us chuckled at my impetuous.

    Anger flooded his face as he drew his hand back to strike me. “Why you insolent…”

    I flinched, ready for the strike but his words and actions were halted by a voice no older than mine. “Captain! Stop!” A young man of regal quality rode forward. “Hold fast. He answered the question, though it was not in the fashion you liked.” The smartly dressed man boy jumped down from his steed with ease. “Boy, how long have you been here?”

    I looked up at the boy I could never be. His crystal brown eyes showed compassion. I’m not sure why, but I trusted him. “This is my second summer, sir.” I wasn’t sure why I had added the title, but I felt that I had too. He stood straight and tall, commanded respect. “I’ve been on my own most of my life.”

    “Sir, you know the law, he’s obviously poaching the royal land.” The Captain stepped forward and I sneered at him.

    “Captain,” the charismatic boy held up a hand to silence him before he could proceed, “these lands were just gifted to me by my father, the King. He stated everything on them were mine, and mine alone, is that not right?”

    “Yes, sire.” Answered the Captain.

    “This child is on my land, is he not?” He gave me a sardonic grin.

    “Yes, sire.” The Captain was confused on the trail of thought.

    “Therefore, by that logic, the child is mine, and I can do with him as I wish.” He gave me a self-satisfied grin. “Since he is wild, feral even, I wouldn’t call him a child nor would I call him a beast.” The Prince started walking around me, studying me. I followed him with my eyes. “I have the perfect plan for my property.” He stood straight up and addressed his men. “We shall take him back as my pet. Tie him up and bring him along with us back to the castle where I will break the beast to be my docile pet.”

    The men looked around, unsure. “You heard the Prince!” Bellowed the Captain. Two men quickly dismounted, unsure of how to approach me. I hissed and swung my arms out at them. I was no one’s pet, not even the Prince’s. The two grabbled with me, tying my hands before me. I tried to bite at my bonds, but the rope was too thick for my young mouth.

    I was tied to the Prince’s horse, my feet freed to allow me to keep up. I was trotted back to the castle, dirty and hungry, in just my loin cloth I had for covering my nasty parts. It was a long journey back and the Prince took special care to ensure I was not being drug by the horses. We arrived back with much fan fair. The Prince order that I be taken to his chambers and a bath be drawn.

    The Captain took my bonds, and I feared, looking back at the Prince as I was led away. I was practically dragged through the castle passages, deep inside, everyone standing to the side as we passed. I was lead deep into the castle till I was pulled into a chamber. “The Prince may trust you, but I do not.” The Captain’s bitterness was quite evident as he drug me to the magnificent bed and tied me to one of the four posters. “You will wait for the Prince, here. If I find you lurking about the castle, I will kill you on the spot.”

    I slunk down onto the stone floor, awaiting my fate. Handmaidens came and went, bringing and filling a tub with scolding hot water. None paid me any attention, as if seeing some poor urchin tied to their Prince’s bed was nothing new. They disappeared out the door leaving me and the full steaming alone in the room. I looked around the torch lit room, feeling out of place in the regal room.

    Time passed slowly as I sat waiting, tethered to the bed. When the door creaked, I expected another servant or the Captain come back to slit my throat. I found myself happy to lay eyes on my savior captor, the Prince. He said nothing as he crossed the room to me. His face was stern, but his eyes were soft. He caressed my chin before freeing me. I stayed seated on the floor.

    “I have spoken with my father.” I looked up hopeful. “Because the land is mine, he will abide by decision. You must decide though, be my servant pet, or be put to death for poaching.” I was about to answer when he spoke again. “Be aware that you will be worked harder than any of my soldiers, and treated no better than the dogs in the kennel.”

    “I’ll be your servant pet.” I answered without a second thought. “I did not have much of a life before you, and you spared it. My life is yours, to serve and die.”

    “Come,” he pulled me to my feet, “let’s get you cleaned.” He took me to the bath and began removing his clothes, I admired his toned build, feeling inadequate as I removed my sole covering. He stepped into the now warm water, and he beckoned me to join him. “Come on, pup, you cannot get clean out there.” I tentatively step in the warm water. My Prince, my master, washed the filth of my old life away.

    I was renamed Rex. I slept on a pile of furs at the foot of his bed. I trained with all the King’s master fight instructors. Not a one was allowed to lay a hand on me. All punishment was doled out by my Prince. He would take me back to his chamber, place me across his knee, lift the animal skin wrap, exposing my bare buttocks and swat my ass till it was red and I was crying.

    I would sit at his feet, while he ate, fed table scrapes from my Lord’s plate. I was fitted with a leather collar, the king’s crest predominantly displayed. When I was not training, the Prince led me around by a leash. I sat in with all of his tutors, learning alongside him. On some nights, he would pat the bet and I’d climb in, snuggling close to him. Those were my favorite moments, me curled up in his bed, him rubbing my stomach.

     By our eighth summer together, we had both grown from the scrawny boys to muscled young men. Prince Lawrence kept my shaggy sandy brown hair cut short. I was naturally smooth and bronzed in the summer sun. I was deadly with my hands from all the training which also covered my body in bulging hard toned muscles. I wore only my loin cloth and shoes around the castle and soon all those in the castle grew accustomed to my nakedness.

    Prince Lawrence grew into his regal claim. He was fair and hair the color of the night sky that fell to his ears. He sported a full beard that he meticulously kept trimmed short. I would secretly lust after his toned strong tone chest that hat the hint of hair covering it. He hid it all away behind clothing that belied the sexy form underneath and firm buttocks underneath.

    The first time I proved myself to my Prince was a wintery night. I heard the door creak open. Two men, assassins came to kill my Prince. I left their bodies, bloody and broken, snapping their necks with ease. The King and the Prince gave me high praise that night. After that I was not fed table scraps, but my own meal, still at my Prince’s feet, as I preferred.

    After bathing that night, Prince Lawrence locked the door to his bed chambers. I was slipping on my wrap and preparing for my slumber at the foot of his bed. The Prince stood before me, still naked from the bath. He cupped my face. “You’re so beautiful.” I leaned into his hand. “Watching you all these years becoming the fierce warrior and gentle man has done something to me.” He took my hand and placed it on his jutting cock.

    He pulled my head to his and the first time our lips touched. Electricity shot through me as his tongue invaded my mouth. His hand released mine. I left it on the thick nine inch snake. He moved his free hand up my thigh, under my cloth and fondled my ass. I started stroking his cock, amazed at the thick hardness of it. He pushed be back onto the bed, laying me down. “I knew you’d like this.” He smiled, breaking the kiss. His hand went to my crotch, squeezing my own hard six inches.

    “We shouldn’t be doing this.” I quietly fought back, my fingers tracing the taunt muscles of his back. His lips covered mine. I kissed him. His hand ran over my chest, over the defined pecs, the ridged bumps of my abdomen. His touch was different from when we bathed. It was soft, curious, wanting. I gasped when he pushed aside my meager animal skin covering, taking my cock in his hand.

    “Your voice says we shouldn’t,” he stroked me, touching me as no one, not even myself had, “but this says we should.” I gasped as he continued his slow methodical pump. “I am your prince, you are my property, and I say we should.” He leaned in close to my ear, flicking his tongue over my lobe. “Are you disobeying your prince?”

    His hand left my cock, moved down between my legs and began stroking my hole. “No, my Lord, I would never.” I gasped. I spread my legs allowing him further access. “I am yours to do with as you please.” I grew embolden. I reached over ran my hands up and down his dick. “I understand you need practice with your spear… I volunteer for target practice.”

    He said nothing, just sprang to action. His body covered my, my legs spread without thought. He pinned my arms above me. I was the man beast but he was the animal. He dove into my hairless pit. I moaned, a sound I had never remembered making. His tongue slathered my pit, pausing only to kiss, then returning to its mission. I ground my hips mercilessly against him. He flicked his tongue against the musky skin then moving to the other.

    I stifled my groans as best I could, not wanting to alert the guards outside to the goings on. “Sire, you’re torturing me.” I pleaded in a horse whisper. He continued his relentless worship of my pit. I shook from the stimulation that he shot through me. I knew I could over power him, but held fast to his hold one me. “Mercy, please.”

    His face shot up, inches from my face, his cock sliding along my perineum. “I had the tower cleared of people, for my safety and privacy.” He gave me an impish grin. “No one can here you moan.” He pecked my lips. “Hear you groan.” Another kiss. “Hear you scream my name when you shoot your load.” I let out a low whimper at the thought.

    The Prince moved down to my nipple, the small brown nub, a toy he nursed, trying to pull milk from them. He painted my nipple with his tongue, long slow brushes, up and down, side to side, around and around. “My Lord!” That signaled him to start on the other. He let go of my arms, but I held them where they lay. His hands slowly ran along my side, fanning the heat inside me.

    He work his hands down to my cloth, undoing the knot that held them, exposing my spewing cock. He kissed down my stomach. He stopped when my cock hit his chin. He looked up at me with mischievous eyes. I was panting with pleasure. I implored him with my eyes to allow me to rest just a bit but he would not give quarter.

    He flipped me over with ease. He crawled up my body, his dick nestled comfortably in my crevice. He turned my head to the side, gently biting my ear. “You belong to me. You are mine to enjoy.” He slid his cock between my cheeks. “You are mine to reward and to punish.” He pulled me back against him. “However I see fit.” He bit down on my neck. I cried out in pleasurable pain. “Tonight I reward you with what you’ve always wanted, since I first laid eyes upon you in those woods so long ago.”

    “Please, Sire!” I begged gyrating my hips beneath him. “Give me what I always wanted.” My voice was soft and demur, a far cry from the commanding snarl those who crossed me learned to fear. “I am yours, and only yours, then, now and always.” The Prince slithered down my body. He took hold of my muscled back side, his hand digging into the hard mounds. He spread them, blowing cool air in.

    I clawed the bed when his tongue swirled around my puckered hole. I had never thought of such and act. My mind reeled from the stimulation. I felt his tongue poking and prodding me, opening me up. His tongue pierced me, fucked me. I moaned uncontrollably, “My Lord! My Prince! I am yours to command!” This only served to fuel his naughty talents, jabbing his tongue into me further and deeper. “Please, sire, give your humble servant the opportunity to show his gratitude.”

    He paused, pondering it for a moment. He delved a finger into my now moist hole. I felt him push in to the soft flesh cave. “If I would have known your ass tasted so good, I would have been eating it all this time.” He kept running his finger around inside me. “I like playing in it.” He slipped a second finger into me. “I think I’ll play in it more often.”

    He gave my ass a hard slap and removed his fingers. He climbed up to the head of the bed. He wagged his nine inch rod before me. He pulled back the skin, showing the glistening drop on top. “I think my pet is hungry.” My mouth watered at the site before me. “Does doggy want his bone before bed?” I shook my head, entranced. “Come on boy, come on. Show your master how much you love his bone.” I scurried up to his waiting treat.

    I marveled at it. I scooted up beside him, laying my head on his taunt belly. His hand petted my head encouragingly. “Go ahead, baby, put it in your mouth, show me how much of that bone you can choke down.” I took it in my hand, bringing it to my lips. His hand left my head and began stroking my ass, slowly moving towards my hole once more. I licked the tip, the flavor exploded across my mouth. I worked the head in my mouth and my Prince moaned low and deep.

    I felt his hand on the back of my head, lightly pressing down. “Do you like your treat?” I wagged my ass in affirmation. He continued thrumming my insides. I moved my mouth along him, my tongue wrapping around like a vine. “My good boy wants his bone every night, doesn’t he?” I shook my tail again for him, choking down his cock. “Such a good boy, trying to swallow your master’s meat.”

    I humped the bed, pushing up against his fingers. I could hear my Prince moan while I tried to swallow him whole. His and fisted my hair, holding my head in place. He thrust his hips up, battering the barrier to my throat. I coughed and gagged as he broke through, his arrow now resting in its new quiver. I panicked, my nose buried deep in his cock nest. I relaxed, inhaling deep his regal scent. He pulled me back, his dick slathered in my spit. He shot forward again, his aim was true, and again I felt the soft curls pressing against my face.

    He continued to use my throat as he saw fit. I was honored to be his instrument of satisfaction. My throat grew raw, but I eagerly continued, the taste of his royal fluid filling my mouth. “Such a good and talented boy.” My Prince’s words were encouragement to continue allowing him to plunder my throat. “My boy loves his bone, loves his Prince, doesn’t he?” My ass humped back enthusiastically against his prying fingers.

    “I think it’s time to bury the bone.” He pulled me back, leaving just the tip in. My tongue swirled around the hooded tip, sopping up the residual flavors. His fingers slipped from my stretched cavity. I felt the playful smack on my ass. “Assume the position.” I reluctantly released his cock as he slide off the bed. I made to follow, but he stopped me. “On the bed. Face the headboard.” I moved to the dog position, all fours. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him pull something from the nightstand before taking up position behind me. He slid his cock along my cleavage. I mewled with desperation. He slapped his cock against one cheek then the other. “Are you ready to bury your bone?”

    “Yes!” I howled.

    “Answer correctly.” He playfully smacked my ass.

    I almost misspoke when I let out a might, “Woof.”

    “Good boy.” I heard the smile in his voice. I expected him to thrust forward, impale me on his spear, but a cool liquid dribbled down my cheeks. I felt his fingers push the liquid in me. I pushed back as the slick fluid followed his fingers inside me. The sensation was strange, exotic and oh so wonderful. I felt so empty when they left me to slick himself up. “Relax, boy.”

    I felt the tip press at my quivering hole. “Let me do the work, just relax.” I did as he commanded, doing my best to quell my excitement. It lined his spear on my bull’s eye. I felt the gentle press and with pain and pleasure. He stayed, the tip of his spear in me, allowing me to adjust to the new found use of my body for him. “Breath. Relax.” He stroked my buttock. I squeezed his cock lightly with my anus, and he pressed forward.

    Slowly I felt him filling me. My legs shook as he ran me through with his cock. I legs and arms quaked as he slide across something in me. “My Prince! My God!” I howled, my arms giving way, my face landing on the soft bedding. “Please, my sire, don’t stop!” I begged as I felt the press of his hips on my ass. His hands gripped my hips. He pulled back, but just a bit, the bliss flowing over me.

    My legs spread, my cock dragged against the bedding. My Prince slowly pulled from me and then just as the head was about to break free, he sank right back into me. “My boy, Rex.” He spoke sweetly. “Your ass was made to hold my cock, to bury your bone in.” He continued his slow push and pull into me. With each pass, I felt the unusual sensation building into me.

    I could not speak, could not do much more than moan as my Lord took what was rightfully his all those years ago. His pace slowly quickened. The sound of flesh against flesh reverberated in my ears. I clutched the bedding, my Prince’s fingers dug into me. I felt him fiercely thrusting in me, his hips pounding against my muscled flesh. I could feel the need in me surge forth. His as well seemed to boil forth.

    Without word nor conviction, in one fell swoop, I was laid upon my back, Prince Lawrence never breaking a stride in mounting of me. My legs were now penned to my chest, his eyes, still a beautiful as the day we met, looked deep into mine. His lips covered mine and we once again shared our mouths as lovers. He thrust his spear into my meaty insides, harder, deeper. I felt the unknown bliss escalate in me.

    He broke the kiss momentarily. “You are mine, now, forever and always.” He bit my bruised lip, his scruff beard dragging across my smooth skin. He sat up right, his eyes raking over my body. He gripped my ankles, spreading me like a wish bone. “Your cock.” He huffed, sweat glistening off his body in the fire light. “Jack it.”

    I did without hesitation. I stroked myself as I had stroked him, my eyes locked with his. He continued to push deep into me. “I am going to spill my seed in you.” His face screwed and I felt the warm sensation of him sowing his seed into my field. Soon, I myself, with him still buried full hilt into, began spilling my own seed upon my barren stomach.

    My Prince dropped my legs to either side of him, his limp spear, slipping from my field. His body collapsed upon mine, his arms taking me, held them close. His mouth found mine. I found my senses, taking him in my grasp. He stroked my hair. Pulling back with a light hearted chuckle. “I’ve wanted to kiss that mouth since I first laid eyes on it.”

    I smiled snuggling close. “Woof, my Lord.”

    Many a night after that my Lord gave his pet his bone to bury, even after he married and took a Queen. I served my Prince for many years, dispatching many a man for challenging his honor. His Queen bore him two children that I protected fiercely as if they were my own. In the end, with his passing, I was buried at his feet, taking my life the night I he passed. I could not stand to be apart from him in life, nor in death.


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  • Driil Sergeant

    Drill Sergeant

    By siktici©2017

    WARNING: This story contains words that may be offensive to some readers. As they are not the author’s point of view, such words were used liberally in basic training, especially back in the seventies. And I assure you, oh savvy reader, the story is fictional. All characters are over 18.


    This is basic military training of a very different kind.

    “How’s the meal? Peas and carrots crisp? How about the muffin? Soft?” my Drill Sergeant asked with surprising interest.

    “Well, the Salisbury steak was a bit tou–“

    “Get your goddamn ass up, stow that tray, and get on the goddamn bus!” Drill Sergeant shouted. He shouted me out of the chow hall and onto the bus; he even shouted me off the bus and into the dormitory. In fact, Drill Sergeant was gonna stay on my ass for the next six weeks in more ways than one.

    “Un, un, stop right there,” he said with delight. I stopped in my tracks while other recruits moved from me as if I was a leper. “This is an example,” he said, walking toward me, “of how not to fall out for reveille.”

    The fear and shame steamed my neck as I stood at attention.

    “Let’s start with the cap. Make sure the lining is tucked in all the way round,” he said, snatched the cap from my head, and flung it behind a hedge. Pointing to my blouse (Uniform shirts are called blouses), he said, “Make sure you match each button with its corresponding loop.” He unbuttoned my blouse and jerked it to the floor. “Off,” he said, pointing to my pants. “Make sure your boots are laced properly and your pants are pulled over them.” Finally, with much frustration, he said, “Just take it all off, faggot.”

    I didn’t move fast enough.

    He pushed me to my knees, pulled my tee over my head, and ripped my drawers from my naked ass. “Secure this shit, meet us at the chow hall, and you better not be late for chow,” he warned, inches from my ear. His hot breath and spittle caused stirrings in my crotch that surprised and frightened me. Only, I was far from hard. And after bringing the recruits to attention, he marched the flight to chow.

    I wasn’t late and I didn’t get to eat; I had to sign the flight up for chow. And for the rest of the day, I tried not to fuck up.

    After mail call, we gathered in the day room for dormitory duties.

    “If you thought you ladies were just gonna sit on your asses, you are sadly mistaken,” Drill Sergeant said, and told me to read the clipboard.

    “Musberger, latrine queen; Cashton, wash hag; McFadden, dorm guard…”

    “And you,” he turned to me. “You’re gonna be permanent ‘house mouse’,” he said with a haughty laugh that I didn’t understand.

    I learned the hard way that house mouse was the most demanding position in the dormitory. The mouse coordinated the duties of all the other positions, and ultimately, reported their progress to Dill Sergeant. I had to create the roster for dormitory guard, create a list of guys with appointments, and create a schedule to get our flight to chow and through military processing. All this was to say I worked my ass off, while I still held responsible for completing my training.

    Because my duties required me to get up an hour before the flight, and stay up at least two after, I worked very closely with Drill Sergeant in the confines of his office.

    Drill Sergeant’s office was slightly larger than a jail cell. A desk sat opposite his bunk with drill gear propped here and there.

    “You type?” he asked, scratching his crotch.

    I shook my head, no.

    “Well, you’re gonna have to burn the midnight oil to get this shit done,” he said and began to strip. “Here, use the typewriter and don’t fuck things up, too much,” he said with a certain level of satisfaction.

    I looked at the desk and back to him. Naked, he stood tall, with hands on hips, like a hairy mountain—the type of height that made guys like me fall to their knees and open their mouths. Texas heat had bronzed him from head to toe; good genes and athletic discipline had shaped him into muscular perfection; and, an enormous but impressive cock, about seven inches, dangled along with low hanging balls bushed by thick, brown pubes.

    I kept my composure and made no outward signs of desire, but I wondered if he could see my growing bulge.

    And as I stood at the desk of my monumental task, I hadn’t noticed his closeness. Uncomfortably close, he whispered, “You can’t hide from me, sweet pea. I clocked you back at the chow hall when you sat that cute little ass down like you were at your mama’s table. The warmth of his breath swooned me and weakened my defenses. “You’ll have some additional duties to perform,” he continued to hiss and poked my asscheek with his cock. Smacking my ass hard, he chuckled and headed for the shower.

    I used his absence to quickly hammer out the duty roster, supply list, and requests for chow and transportation to a nearby airbase. Actually, I was a fairly good typist; I was once clocked at eighty words per minute. But a wise vocational teacher advised, “Don’t give ‘em all you got; give ‘em what they need.”

    The door burst open, “Aw, sweet pea, you been holdin’ out on me?”

    I said nothing but I visibly shook.

    Steam rose from him as if he was a volcano. His heavily tanned body and thickly matted hair still dripped warmth to the floor. I followed his treasure trail of successive hairy arrows to his cock. He seemed to fill the entire space of the door. Towel in hand, hands on hips, legs spread unnecessarily wide, he looked with a mixture of suspicion and delight.

    “Sneaky,” he said, shutting the door, “and here I thought you were a scared little faggot.”

    Throwing the towel on his bunk, he came to the desk and looked down on me with beautifully clear eyes of light blue—a blue that called to mind Mediterranean beaches.

    “You were playing me?”

    I shook my head, no.

    “Oh yeah you were, faggot,” he said and moved behind me. Suddenly he grabbed my shoulders and roughly massaged, while he slowly said, “I don’t like to be played.” His fingers dug into me and I squeaked.

    Stopping, he moved to his bunk and sat at the edge. With revenge on his breath, he hissed, “Get over here.”

    I moved between his hairy, wet legs and sat on my hunches.

    Looking down at me, he softly caressed my chin and said, “Are you a good faggot?”

    I said nothing.

    “Grabbing my chin hard and squeezing, he asked, “Did your daddy teach how to be a good faggot?” The question was asked in a mocking tone, more like a taunt than an inquiry. “Or was it your brother? I know, it was the neighbor, right?”

    He didn’t wait for me to answer but he did expertly push my head to his cock so that it parted my lips, slid over my tongue, and efficiently cutoff my air.

    “Relax. Breathe through your nose. No teeth,” he instructed, as if we were on the drill pad.

    SLAP!

    “Teeth, I said.”

    The slap encouraged of my lust. Through the instructions, the even-handed aggression and tenderness, he didn’t look at me, not like lovers do. He kept his eyes closed when I did as he wanted and opened them when I didn’t.

    We fell into a rhythm: He pushed for his mounting pleasure and I endured through his confusing feedback. Yes, it was approval I wanted, as if everything he did to me made me want to improve, made me want to do more, and ultimately, made me want to satisfy him. Yet, I needed his seeming indifference. It fit so well with his contempt for me, but I discovered I wanted to erase the contempt, and deeply sucking him was a good start.

    My submission came with his increased aggression—a symbiosis, I suppose—but I couldn’t resist the implication of him: his overwhelming size, big and solid—a hairy monolith of masculinity. His furry body embossing military muscle. My imaginings changed with each wave of pleasure.

    They were images of his fucking me into a quagmire, of my lips seeming to split from the thickness of his cock, of his whiskered mouth and tongue finding my rosebud, and of my gripping his ass cheeks as he piston-ed into my quivering hole. Summing all of this in my mind, I made sucking his cock the singular purpose of my existence.

    Suddenly, he pushed me away. I stayed on my hunches and waited for approval.

    “Oh, no, sweet pea; you won’t get off so easy. I think you were trying to make me cum,” he said with eyes narrowing, “but you have more to do.”

    Only the soft circle of light from the desk lamp lit the scene. Wordlessly, he grabbed my head and pulled me to the bunk. “Get on your knees, put your ass up, and keep your head in the sheets.” Then he warned, “If you move, I’ll knock the shit outta ya. Got it?”

    I shook my head, yes.

    “Good, now outta the drawers and hand them over,” he said extending a hand.

    After doing as he said, I took my position at the edge of the bunk. A calm fell over me as soon as my head hit the cool sheets. I spread my knees wide enough to place my shoulders on the bunk: it felt primal, even natal.

    “That’s the position I want you to stay in until I say different, and you don’t get to touch that cock,” he said before stuffing my drawers in my mouth. “That’s to keep ya quiet,” he said.

    I heard him collect the necessary items for the fuck that was surely coming, then I felt his exquisitely warm and wet tongue. It moved expertly around my rim, clearing away the grit and sweat that the day’s drill had created.

    “There’s nothing like the taste of virgin boy-pussy. Taste this,” he said and placed two fingers coated with his precum and my grit in my mouth. It’s heady taste and unique smell went to my slightly trembling hole. I flared a bit and tried to remain still.

    “Good stuff? Yeah, it is, but you have to earn what comes after it, faggot,” he said and replaced the drawers.

    His drops of spit hit my hot hole like cold rain and quickly pooled in the valley between my round cheeks. The pool caused me to shiver from the millions of goose-bumps traveling along my surface.

    “Hmm, that’s good boy-pussy juice. Too bad you can’t taste more, but that’s okay; there’ll be plenty for you to taste,” he said and continued to push me above a level of pleasure I had never experienced. I gave up trying not to sound like the faggot he thought I was, and I thought, how strange that lust caused me to consider being called faggot; in fact, for the moment, I was his faggot pussy-boy with my ass in the air and my head in the sheets. He was eating my boy-pussy and continuing his humiliation, and I loved it all so much that I felt my hole relaxed to a level I never felt.

    If I were a volcano, then my hole would certainly be the deepest caldera ever measured. My mind fought for logic but that was a waste of time.

    “Ahhh,” he said as the last of his cock seared into my boy-pussy. The momentary pain eased to sublime pleasure, as if all the visuals of ecstasy were looping on a giant screen, and that giant screen was my mind’s eye.

    “Yessss,” came from his lips like steam, as he began to ease to and fro. “So tight, so fuckin tight,” he said while gradually increasing his speed.

    As the last pain of adjustment passed into nothingness, I went slack, as if my body had suddenly lost all form. My mind went to my boy pussy, and I tried to communicate my submission to Drill Sergeant through it.

    “That’s it, now you’re opening up. Ohhh, yeah, easy, easy. Ahh, I’m so fuckin close but I can’t. No, I can’t—easy, easy.”

    He thrusted with immense power and began a pounding that pushed my head farther into the confusion of bedding. Fortunately, my drawers stayed in my mouth as I moaned at higher octaves.

    Although his pace quickened to a blur, he kept his cries of ecstasy quite low. And digging his nails into my sides, he slid my hole along his cock with such speed and force that I imagined being impaled. I spasmed with each downstroke and let loose dramatic farts and sputters on the upstroke. My boy-pussy stretched and maw-ed wider and deeper as he kept up the pummeling.

    And when I thought I would split apart, he announced, “Here it comes, faggot.” But his announcement didn’t come as a loud declaration or as if he was claiming territory. It came as a spit coated hiss.

    “Take it, take it, take it,” he said, punctuating each thrust until he emptied his large hairy balls. I felt his huge load fill me completely and run down my thighs.

    He fell on his back beside me. “Stay right there,” he said between breaths. “Don’t you fuckin move.”

    More juicy farts and sputters blew from me and I secretly liked hearing the sounds.

    As his breathing slowed, he rose and stuck fingers in my still gaping boy pussy. “Sample this,” he said. “If you’re a good faggot, maybe next time I’ll let you swallow it” he said and ripped the drawers from my mouth before shoving in his cum-coated fingers.

    With that, he slapped my ass and told me to, “Get out and wash your ass—good.”

    As I pulled on my drawers and headed for the door, he said, “Have this shit finished before reveille,” and closed the door behind me.

    I slept with a grateful ass and in fitful dreams as I wondered what else Drill Sergeant had in store for me.


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  • Kidnapped

    Let me bring you up to date.

    I was kidnapped by these two sexy, hot Cuban guys in their mid-twenties.

    Being a minor movie star and my father just getting elected President though a lot of people saw him as a racist, I was kidnapped for a handsome randsome.  Not the first time this had happened to me.

    But this time these guys were going to have sex with me and I was a straight guy. Me and my friends had fooled around with gay sex before but I was more bi-curious then gay.

    I sucked dick before, that was no big deal, but I never been fucked and here I was on my hands and knees in this unknown van, rolling down an unknown street to an unknown destination.  My boxers were down around my knees, I had a 14 inch cock jetting in and out of my mouth by one of the guys in front of me and the other guy was half naked, cock throbbing between his legs as he ate out my asshole.

     I had played around with my straight friends before.  I had sucked and fucked a few of them while they were passed out after drinking a ton of beer and smoking some ganja.  I made sure they were passed out all the way.  I didn’t want them to wake up in the middle of me fucking them with my dick in their straight ass!  I hoped this was not pay back.

    I had this technique I learned called ‘The Dick of Death’ in which I would suck the very life out of their dicks and leave them flemish sexual satisfied like they never been before.  I hope once I got through with these guys they would pass out and I could escape.

    The other Cuban was behind me and he had his tongue in my asshole making it all slimy and wet and my cock hard as a rock!

    That Cuban really did know how to open up a hole.  His hot tongue licked the skin of my asshole opening it up just enough for the tip of his tongue to get in and stimulate my sphincter muscle.  I could hardly concentrate on my ‘Dick-of-Death’  technique.  I really didn’t have too.

    The guy in front of me was so horny he only took a few minutes before he screamed out and his hot jism gushed down my throat like a volcano had erupted. I kept sucking his cock in my ‘Dick-of-Death and the guy got weak in the knees and collapsed on top of me passed out.  His cock was still squirting his thick jism in my mouth.

    “Andre!  Andre!”  The other guys said.  He got up and laid his friend on the floor.  His pants and underwear were at his knees and his uncut cock had a thick glob of cum in the foreskin.

    As the other guy attended to his unconsciousness friend, my Dick-of-death really worked!  I never had so much cum in my mouth at one time!  My throat was hurting where he had crammed his 14 inches into me but I had my chance now and I picked up a wrenched I found in the back of the van and knocked out the other guy as he helped his friend come too.  I hit the other guy again too just encase he was really to wake up.

    The guy who ate my ass had my so damn horny that I was ready to fuck him in his hairy asshole  as he laid there with his pants and boxers at his ankles.  I had to stick two of my fingers up his ass before I went.  Wheeeew.  He wa so fucking tight that he even groan as I jiggled my fingers in his tight virgin manhole.

    “PUSSA!”  I said as I pulled my shorts up and ran out of the Van.

    I had no idea where the fuck I was.  I didn’t think to steal one of the Cuban’s clothes, but I was not really thinking all that straight at the time.

    I was still half naked and when I saw this one lonely light shining from this house I made my way to it hoping to use a telephone.

    I had no idea what time it was, but I went to the porch, rang the doorbell and stepped back seeing how I was only in my boxers.

    The 6’ 4’” mountain came to the door.  Looking like a blonde Paul Bunyan, this guy was a giant of a man.  He wasn’t a bodybuilder but you could tell the farm he was on had developed his muscles quit well.

    “You in trouble?”  He said in a rough voice.  “I see you lost your clothes?”

    “Yes sir!”  I said.  “I know this is going to be hard to believe but I was kidnapped and I really do need to use your phone.”

    “Don’t worry son, come on in, I’m a Christian man.  My wife went to see her sister in Oklahoma so I’ve been here three weeks with nothing to but play with my thing!”  He laughed.  And I laughed too as he opened the screen door and let me in his home.

    “Yep!  I’ve been so damn horny since she left.”  I was in front of him so I could not see his cock getting hard in his pants.

    “And imagine that!  You showing up at my door half naked and I got to admit boy, for a man, you got one sweet ass!”

    To Be Continued…


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