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I’m not your typical bottom. Let’s get that clear right now. Yes, I like sucking a nice dick and getting my hole filled, but I only do it on my own terms. I’m going to get what I want, how I want it. You better obey or suffer the consequences. Some call me a bossy bottom, but I’m more than that. Much more than that. I’m an alpha male, a dominate bottom. I’m an apex predator, and my pray? Unsuspecting tops.

I’m five foot, eight or so. I have short jet black cropped hair. My skin is a natural golden brown from a mix of the sun and my Latin heritage. My body is muscled and toned from my daily gym visit and proper eating. My skin is lightly hairy on the verge of being smooth. My face is clean shaven, aside from the cultivated scruff on weekends. I got an average dick, six and a half cut, and just thick enough to fill a mouth. I keep my cock and low hanging balls smooth as well as my pride and joy.

My pride and joy? That would be my muscled fat ass. It’s hot huge, but it’s more than a handful and makes me buy a pants size larger just to get it covered. It’s my bait for all those unsuspecting tops who think they’re not going to play by my rules. Oh, I play the part till its time. Then I snap the trap shut, and there’s no turning back.

Tonight I’m staying in. I’ve got a trick coming over. I took my time vetting him. He’s twenty, half my age. He’s my height, maybe a little shorter, with cafe ole brown skin. He’s smooth with a naturally fit body. He’s got small Hersey kiss nipples I’m going to enjoy. He’s got short black waved hair, and more importantly an eight inch spear I’m going to impale myself on. He’s got a small high and tight ass. Yes, I required an ass pic.

I watch from my window as he walks up. His pictures don’t do him justice. He’s wearing baggy, sagging jeans, a white tee shirt and ball cap. I like his swag walk. He better enjoy that strut now. He won’t be walking out with it. I’m instantly hard in my red rugby shorts. He rings the bell and I wait thirty seconds before opening the door and letting him in. I pounce as soon as the door shuts.

I press him up against the wall, my lips on his, my tongue snaking into his mouth. I held his head to mine with one hand, the other took a firm hold of his tight juicy peach half. He relented to my power, running his hands down my broad back to the small of my back. I growled with sexual dominance into his mouth. I released him, taking his shirt and pulling it over his head exposing his taunt chest.

I launched myself at his right nipple and he bowed to my tongue lashing. I took firm holds of each cheek, squeezing and kneading them. I’m sure the shock of my aggressiveness bewildered him, but I did warn him. I moved to the left nipple with equal enthusiasm. I could feel his hard cock press against me. I pushed his already sagging pants down his thighs. He kicked his shoes off, knowing soon he’d be naked. I moved back to his mouth, my left hand moving to stroke his elongated snake.

I press him hard against the wall. My hands move to his waist. He’s trying to take my shirt off, but I refuse to raise my arms. I push his arms away and grab the front of his tight boxer briefs and lead him to my bedroom. I guide him to the bedside and thrust my tongue into his mouth again. He melts into, thinking he’s going to take charge. He moves to get my shirt off again.

“No.” I growl, pushing him down onto the bed with a bounce. He’s in shock, about to voice his anger, but I’m on him, covering his body with mine, his mouth is filled with my tongue. I take his arms and pin them above his head. He struggles against me and I pull back. “I told you. My body. My place. My rules. Relax and enjoy or get out.” He stopped struggling.

“Fuck.” I heard him say while I kiss and suck on his neck. I keep his hands pinned. I move to his nipples again and his body arches as I flick my tongue over the tight and tasty skin. “Get naked man, let me feel you.” I ignore his request. I continue down his long hard body, kissing his stomach, circling his skin with my tongue. I slip off him, off the bed onto the floor, letting his hands go. I rub my face in his crotch, feeling the hardness, scenting myself with his musk.

His hand runs through my hair. I allow him that one trespass. I run my hands down his legs then stand, flipping him over onto his stomach in one quick move. I pull the top of his boxer briefs down over his ass. He gets up on his knees, thinking I’m pulling them further, but I leave them at the crest of his ass cleavage. Each hand takes a firm smooth globe and spreads his cheeks. Before he can protest, I’m in his ass.

I pulled those tiny cheeks apart, exposing that tight pucker. I could smell the fresh scent of soap mixed with his booty sweat. He obeyed well. I dug into the tiny feast before me, my tongue swirling and darting across the tight seal. Each lick and lash of my tongue, broke down his wall, relaxing him, allowing me just tiny bit further into him. I could tell by his moans and exasperations of pleasure that no one had ever taken the time to truly admire his ass.

I felt him clawing the bed, and I pulled back and took a quick nip of his left cheek before kissing and smacking his other cheek. He jumped at the sudden smack then pushed back against me. I dipped back between his crack, my fingers digging into his flesh. I gave his other cheek a quick smack and he opened up for a moment.

I took advantage and pushed my tongue deep inside. “Holy fuck.” I heard him gasp. He began to squirm. My tongue wiggled deep inside. Our mixed juices dribbled down my chin. I toyed with his hole with rigor, methodically examining those tight lips. I pulled back with a wet smack. I flipped him onto his back, yanking the stretched off boxer briefs in one quick motion.

I took in his throbbing thick length, fighting the urge to suckle his leaking pipe. I covered his body with mine. Our cocks rubbed against each other, separated only by the cloth of my shorts. I mashed my mouth against his, allowing him to taste himself. “Get naked, baby.” He urged softly between kisses while I rutted against him.

I sat up, my legs straddling his firm belly, my voluptuous ass resting on his cock. I made a show of pulling off my shirt, revealing my muscled sculpted frame. He tentatively ran his hands up my torso, feeling the careful hard work I put into my body. I took his left hand in mine, bringing it to my mouth. I swallowed his index finger, giving him a taste, a tease of what I was about to do. “Oh, baby.” I felt him grind against my ass below me.

I knew he wanted me on his cock as much as I wanted on it, but I could not waiver in my rules. I couldn’t have these tops thinking they were in control after all. I took his finger from my mouth and slide the spit soaked digit down my chest to the waist band of my shorts. I felt his finger hook into the band, trying to tug them down. “Are you going to be a good boy?” I asked slowly gyrating my hips.

“Yes.” He answered breathlessly. I smiled wickedly, sliding down his legs. I was on my knees, between his legs, his cock mere inches from my mouth. I took the achingly hard cock in my hand and brought the tip to my lips. I swirled my tongue around the tip, gathering the pearl of precum that had formed there. “Mmmmhhhh.” I rand my tongue down his cock then back up. I could hear him beg for more. He wasn’t getting it yet.

I took one of his balls into my mouth then the other. I could feel the fullness of them. He’s please for more fell on deaf ears. I rolled his balls in my mouth. I slipped my hands into my shorts and pushed them down over my ass. I was ready for him but I wanted to taste more of him. I rose up on my knees, allowing my shorts to fall further down. I trailed my tongue up his shaft, allowing my tongue to wrap around him as I rose up on my knees.

I teased the tip. “Please.” He begged. I smiled then took him down like a python, taking him down slowly sliding him in my mouth and down my throat. “Fuck!” He exclaimed when I bottomed out. I rested, nestled in his curly black pubes, for a moment before slowly rising up and back down. I repeated this over and over. Ten minutes into it I heard the tone in his voice I wanted. “Dude.” He was almost weeping with desire. “Please.”

 I stood up, revealing my own smooth jutting cock for him to admire. I stepped out of my shorts. He shot up, his hands wrapped around my waist and he began slobbering over my body, kissing and licking the fine delicate muscles and ridges. I broke from his grasp and laid on the bed, my head resting on the pillow. “Come here.” I commanded. He scurried up my body. “Show me how much you want me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Our tongues intertwined as he showed his appreciated for me and my body. He was slow yet urgent in his kissing. I could feel the burn of lust in him as he moved to my pec and flicked his tongue with expert care over it. “Show me how much you appreciate me allowing you to fuck me.”

I moaned as he caressed my nipple with his tongue. He knew his role well as he maneuvered slowly down my body. I paused at my cock and I took it in my hand and guided his lips to it. These tops that didn’t suck dick learned real quickly. His lips parted and he took that first tentatively lick then took me into his hot warm mouth.

Once in his mouth, I allowed him to go at his own pace. He bobbed up and down on my cock, his tongue exploring the underside of my cock. It always amazed me how these men who didn’t suck cock were so good at it. “Good boy.” I cooed stroking his face. “You might earn the right to some ass yet.” He paused, looking up at me with questioning eyes and my dick still lodged in his mouth.

“You knew the rules before you came over.” With that I placed my hand on the back of his head and skull fucked him. He gagged and sputtered, my cock disappearing between his lips, into the back of his throat. I could see his eyes water with my sudden attack, but he broke no resistance. I let go and he pulled off with a wet cough. I smiled with satisfaction. It was such a turn on having a top obey.

I flipped over and shoved my ass into his face. “Eat your desert, boy.” When he took a moment too long, I reached back and pulled him into my cheeks. He struggled in my grip, but I held him firm. “You got to lick it before you stick it.” I mused, rubbing my ass up and down his face. He began priming my hole, his obviously experienced tongue speared and lapped my hole

His first couple of licks were tentative, but then he realized I had a surprise for him. The passion fruit edible oil his tongue encountered obviously pleased his taste buds, evident by the fervor at which he dove in. “Fuck yeah, baby. Get me good and hot for your cock.” I felt his hands on my ass cheeks, trying to pull the basketballs apart. He attacked my passive hole with the delicate ease of a man who knew how to treat an ass right.

I allowed him to continue his wondrous worship of my ass, occasionally twerking my hips to rub my ass across his face. He’d leave here with my taste on his lips and my scent on his face. He’d be smelling me and tasting me for days. I would be allowing him back if just for the tongue work. “Get that tongue out my ass, I want to feel your cock in me now.”

I pushed his head back and moved off the bed. I bent down and kissed his ass juice covered lips. “Get up there, I’m going to ride you like you’ve never been rode.” He didn’t need to be told twice. I grabbed the lube and condom form he night stand and deftly latexed him. I could feel it pulsing with need under my fingers. I quickly prepped myself then slid my hand up and down his shaft, apply a liberal coat.

“Come on, baby.” He begged. “Let me feel that pussy.”

I scowled at him. I straddled his stomach, his cock resting in the cleavage of my ass. I leaned down and looked him right in the eye. “Call it a pussy again and you’ll be out the door.” I snapped. “Understand?” He nodded his affirmation. “Good. You wouldn’t want me calling your cock an enlarged clitoris would you?”

I didn’t give him a chance to answer as I slowly guided him into me. He felt so good filling my insides. I rand my hands over his chest as my ass met his hips. I twirled my hips, getting every last inch of him in me. “That ass is amazing.” He eyes rolled back in his head as I manipulated my muscles to grip and release him. “Let me fuck it, please.”

I leaned down and kissed him. “Maybe next time.” I said as our lips parted. “Let me show you what I can do.” Before he could answer, I flexed my ass and slowly rose up and down his cock. I allowed myself to adjust to his length and girth and once I was comfortable I went full throttle. I bounced up and down, fucking him into the mattress. His head bounced up against my padded head board.

I long dicked myself on him, using him as the fuck toy he was to me. His hands went to my hips, feeling my tight waist. He realized I wouldn’t go by his guidance and his hand moved over my chest, lingering over each muscle as he explored. His eyes were in a haze of lust and desire. The hard slap of flesh on flesh echoed in the room. He’d be bruised tomorrow.

He moved his hand to my cock and fisted it. I rode he, he stroked. Sweat built up on both our foreheads and I knew the intense orgasm that was building up in my balls was also building in his. I could feel his cock begin to swell with urgent need. I quickened my humps, giving him short quick thrusts into me. “I’m going to blow baby.” He cried before his head kicked back and his hips arched into me. I paused as my own cock exploded all over him, hitting him in the chin.

We panted as out respective orgasms overcame us. I was breathing heavy, still in the zone. I scooped up the dribble from his chin and brought it to his lips. Without hesitations he sucked it off my finger. I’d have him back, I decided. I slowly rose from him, his spent cock plopping onto his stomach. I carefully removed the spent condom from him and deposited it in the waste can by my bed.

“That was amazing.” He panted breathlessly. “I’ve never cum so hard.”

I smiled, knowing he’d be sniffing around my tail for at least three weeks. “Wait till I give you liberties.” I ran a finger in the cum splatters on his chest. “I told you, follow my rules and you’d be rewarded. I may even give you a round two.”

His eye widen at the thought. I leaned in and kissed him. “Come here and coat us in my cum.” I pulled him on top of me, giving him some semblance of dominance back. Tops were a moody bunch. You couldn’t just take all the power from them during sex and not give some back. “Next time you come over, I’m going to sit on your face for an hour.” I pulled him into a kiss.

We continued our make out session as my cum cemented us together. His kisses were gentle, passionate. He stroked my face lovingly and I cupped his buttocks. I reluctantly broke the kiss, rolling us over so I was on top. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I gave him a quick pec before pulling him off the bed with me. He instantly pressed his chest to my back, his hands took hold of my hips and his half hard cock nestled in my crack.

“You feel so good.” He whipped his tongue across the back of my neck. Shivers went down my spine as I leaned back into him. “Maybe one of these times you’ll let me take the lead.” His body felt nice pressed against mine like this. “Letting me explore your body. Having you under me, letting me go slow deep into you.”

I shuddered at the thought almost imagining it before I shook free of the thought. I pulled him along with me into the bathroom and freed myself from him. I turned the water on in the walk in shower. His hand was back on my hips, his excited cock rubbing between my cheeks. I liked the way his cock thought. I straightened and dragged him into the shower with me, pressing him against the cold tile and kissing him.

I ran my hands over his wet body, the warm water pounding on his. I grabbed the soap and pushed myself away. He moved to take me back in his arms, but I stopped him with soap laden hand. I ran my hands over his body, soaping him up. I took special care of his pride and joy. He groaned as I slowly stoked him. I left him breathless, turning him around and soaping up his back.

He arched his back, his hands pressed against the tile. I spread those cheeks and took a quick lick before sliding a suds slicked finger into his whole. “Hey!” He gasped. “I don’t get fucked!” I ignored him, finding that spot in him. His legs shook as I toyed with his internal button. “What the fuck, don’t stop.” His breaths were short and labored.

I rose up and pressed my lips next to his ear. “Stroke it for me baby.” He moved a shaky hand down to his cock and obeyed. “Don’t worry, I don’t top.” My voice was low and husky. “I just want you to know the type of pleasure you’re going to be giving me.” He let out a low murmur as my hand ran across his chest. I liked the feel of his long lean muscles. “Milk that cock for me baby, splatter my bathroom wall.”

It didn’t take long before he was doing just that, warm milky fluids joined the trailing soap suds down my wall. His sphincter tightened around my finger and I slowly drew it out. I saw his legs going week, and I pulled him back into my arms, his back to my chest this time. “Feel good baby?” I asked smugly, nibbling on his ear.

He couldn’t speak. I turned the water off and pulled him out with me. He regained the use of his legs and I toweled him dry before drying myself. “Fuck man, where did you learn to do all that?” I just smiled and kissed him, cupping his chin. I pulled him by his cock back to the bedroom and laid him down on the bed. “Another round?” He asked hopefully.

I laid down beside him, my head on his chest. “Maybe.” I ran a finger slowly down his chest to his spent cock. “Are you sure you can handle another?” He pulled me close as I toyed with his cock. I kissed his chest. “How are you about being tied up?” I looked up as his smug face, his full plump swollen lips breaking into a smile.

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I stood on the observation balcony and watched the people deplaning off the commuter jet at the Roanoke, Virginia, airport. It would take the baggage long enough to make it on the carousel in the arrivals hall that I could play my little game here and have time to get down there before this Metgev guy would be looking for me. That was the name I’d been given and that I’d have neatly printed in large, bold letters on the placard I held in my hand. Paul Metgev. That wasn’t really his name, but then that was part of the game.

He’d come from London to Dulles, up near Washington, D.C., and then had to get on a commuter flight to get down to Roanoke. So he’d be bedraggled. There weren’t that many on the flight, and a few of them were women–dressed in business suits, so undoubtedly on business of some sort. Of the men, only a few were likely. There were college students–a couple of tennis players. I don’t know if they were from Virginia Tech or either of the two colleges in Lexington, fifty miles to the northwest, the Virginia Military Institute or Washington and Lee. They looked too casually dressed to be from VMI. That’s where I was taking this guy–to Lexington. So, he had another fifty miles of road trip, with a couple of viewings scheduled on the way. He’d be too tired to be a handful.

A couple of the other men looked possible. There was a tall, beefy guy, maybe in his late twenties or early thirties, who looked interesting and somehow familiar. But he wasn’t dressed for the part. The dude who had these kind of services from the real estate firm and who was looking at the type of property I was showing him today and tomorrow morning had money. The beefcake guy was wearing torn jeans, fitting his muscular legs tightly, and a loose, plaid wool shirt over a white, long-sleeved Henley. The coverage indicated he’d come from a colder climate than southern Virginia, and that tempted me to keep him in the mix for the game, but he just didn’t fit. No. As usual, I was looking for someone middle aged, overweight, and expensive looking–but probably a bit hung over, out of sorts, and rumpled because of the tandem flights from London and the time change.

I picked out two, did an eeny, meeny, miny, moe between them, and decided what my reward or punishment would be on which it was. If I’d picked a loser–and as prospects, both were closer to loser than god–my punishment would be to show him a very good time. If I won, more of my fee for this job would go toward that Fiat Spyder 124 convertible I wanted than I’d settled on in my mind. And I’d be getting a pretty penny for this job.

The passengers had entered the building under the observation deck where I was standing, so I made haste to the baggage claim area. I stood on the periphery holding my sign, along with others holding signs. The passengers were more interested in retrieving their luggage from the carousel, which seemed still to be trundling baggage around the metal oval from a previous flight, than they were in meeting up with anyone. The two men I had in the bet weren’t looking over where the sign holders were standing. But someone else was as he came out of the men’s room and strode past the carousel, carrying a heavy leather suit bag over his shoulder with little apparent effort. I hadn’t given him much of my attention when they were deplaning on the tarmac, but, yes, he was carrying a suit bag then. He must not have checked any bags.

As he walked, he was scanning the crowd, and when he saw the sign I was carrying, he nodded in recognition. I recognized him now, and a few things clicked–and my body reacted . . . in a good way. The Paul Metgev I was looking for was really Sergey Baseyev, a gold-plated striker forward for England’s Liverpool Football Club. I was somewhat of a European football nut, but Baseyev was hard not to recognize, considering the number of sponsors he had who used him in their television commercials. A good reason for that, beyond his sports star status, was that he was knock-down gorgeous and was in great shape. He also was the scruffily dressed guy I’d discounted on the tarmac.

And, boy, was he big. He was at least a head taller than I was and wide-shouldered, barrel-chested, and thin waisted. But then he was a fast-moving, heavy-hitting soccer player. Of course he was in shape. And of course he could afford the services he was going to get today, Friday, and into tomorrow morning.

“Townsend Properties?” he asked, as he approached, pointing to the sign I held, not too steadily now.

“Yes. Mr. Metgev?” I asked.

“Are you the man sent to serve me?” he asked. His accent was heavily Slavic and his word choice not entirely spot on, although both were quite understandable. Under the circumstances, though, I was aroused at the word choice. Yes, I most definitely was here to serve him, in whatever way he wanted. He was a robust, handsome fellow in a god’s body.

“Yes, my name is Cody,” I answered, although we both knew my name wasn’t really Cody any more than his name was Paul Metgev. “I have a car not far out those doors over there. And I have two properties to show you before we get to Lexington–although we can stop somewhere near here for a meal, if you are hungry.”

“They fed me recently and well on the plane,” he answered. “I am very much liking to see the horse farms you have listed.”

He gave me a smile. It was a bit warmer smile than he’d given me as he was walking past the baggage carousel toward me. It wasn’t quite as big a smile, though, as he gave the jet-black, late-model Chevy Corvette convertible I took him to. I gave a little shudder when we exited the terminal, because he’d placed a beefy hand on the small of my back. I was close to hyperventilating when we entered the shadows of the parking garage, because the hand dropped to my buttocks. As easily as that he was taking possession, marking his territory. We both knew he was going to fuck me as often as he wanted and anyway he wanted for the next two days.

“I will drive. You will show me where to go, but I will drive.” There was no hint of a request or question in the way he said it. He would as easily and smoothly take control of driving me as he was the Corvette.

I hesitated just a moment. I’d rented the car under instruction, but I hadn’t been told that the client would be driving it. Did he have an international driving license? It didn’t seem to be a good idea to ask him.

“I always drive, and I drive hard,” he said, squeezing my butt cheek and giving me a pointed look. Yes, indeedy, he was going to drive me hard too.

He was laying rubber before we’d left the cover of the garage–but there was no doubting that the man could drive.

* * * *

“What is it about this town?”

“Concerning what?” I asked. We were sitting at an outdoor café on Lexington’s Main Street, in a rose-covered trellised alcove. Despite what he’d said when he came off the plane, the man we were calling Paul must have been hungry, because he’d ordered nearly everything on the menu and devoured it all. On our way up the bottom of the Shenandoah Valley from Roanoke, with the Blue Ridge Mountains on our right and the Allegheny range on our left, we stopped to look at two properties. They were small horse farms, with stately mansions set in rolling hills horse country and with miles and miles of white-painted fences. Neither spread was large–less than fifty acres each–but both were mucho expensive. Just this lightning, end-of-the-workweek property inspection trip was very expensive for the client. Just my “anything goes” contract was setting him back ten grand.

“The names,” he said. “All over the place. Jackson this, Jackson that. And Stonewall. What in the hell does Stonewall mean?”

I laughed. “That would be Stonewall Jackson. The Stonewall was a nickname, given him because of his stiff resistance. He was a southern general in our Civil War, a hundred and fifty years ago. He lived here. He was a professor at VMI–the Virginia Military Institute–over on that hill over there before going into the war. He died in the war. You’ve heard that we had a civil war here?”

“I know all about civil wars,” Paul said. It was more like he almost spit it out, his face, otherwise sunny and expressive, clouding up. I thought he was going to say something else–that he both wanted to and didn’t want to talk about it.

“Although your English is excellent, you don’t seem to be from England.” I shouldn’t have gone there. It was strictly against our rules to pry into the client’s background, but he seemed to be disturbed.

“Chechnya. I am originally from Chechnya. And I certainly know about civil wars.” I thought he was going to continue, but he changed gears abruptly. “You have said before that this military college, VMI, is here in Lexington. Is that where you are a student? I was told that I’d be escorted by a college student.”

“No,” I laughed. “I go to Washington and Lee, another old college, which also is in town. The two campuses run into each other. I’m a freshman. I’ll be nineteen in a couple of weeks.” There, that was over with. He hadn’t asked before, and they usually do ask, with me. Sometimes they are skittish enough to require my flashing the fake driver’s license the office provides me–and those kinds of men were always delighted to know I was on the edge, legal but looking younger. Age almost always got laid out there on the table at some point. “The students at VMI are like soldiers. We’re a lot more casual at W and L. And a lot more adventuresome.” I gave him a shy smile and placed my hand on the back of his.

I wasn’t really a student at Washington and Lee, or any other college. And I was older than almost nineteen. I just looked younger. I was only in Lexington for a couple of weeks myself, trying to unload some expensive properties down here for a special-services New York agency.

“Was there another property we were to see this afternoon?” he asked, abruptly standing up and standing close to me. I looked around to ensure that no one was looking and then I rubbed my cheek against his crotch, the bulge there leaving no question that he was hard. He’d come so close to me when he didn’t have to that I knew that was what he wanted me to do. I knew where this was heading. It was an “everything goes” contract.

He briefly held my head to his crotch by palming my cheek, and he turned my face to where I was mouthing the line of his cock in his trousers. When he did that I dutifully and carefully closed my teeth over the thick cylinder inside the material. There was no doubt–I couldn’t show any doubt–about what he could have from me and when and where. But then he pulled me up from my chair and kissed me. We were in the shadows in a nook, so there was little risk of being seen. I opened my mouth to his kiss, letting his tongue in, and palmed his crotch.

What he could have was established. That was fine with me. He was gorgeous and built, and whether or not we’d established it, an international sports star. He also obviously was rich. On top of that he was personable. We’d had a very pleasant time driving up to Lexington and viewing the two properties. The interest he showed in the properties indicated he was a serious buyer. I’d asked him why he was looking here for a horse farm and he’d answered that he’d always wanted to have horses, he’d been in this area before, and he was looking at someplace as far away from what he’d previously known as possible. Now that I knew that he had somehow been involved in the Chechen war with Russia, I understood where he was coming from. The verdant rolling hills of the Lexington region certainly would be as far away from Chechnya as one could get.

He’d been friendly, but, until the moment in the café, in no way aggressive or suggestive since that walk into the airport parking garage, during the drive or the viewing of the properties. Now he was signaling interest in getting all that he was paying for. I was more than ready to accommodate him.

I rose and said, “Yes. It’s a great property we’ll see this afternoon. I think you’ll love the master bedroom.”

He laughed, a low, guttural laugh, and put his hand on my butt as we left the café. As we got closer to the car, he brought the hand up to my waistband, descended this time inside my trousers and briefs, running a finger into my crack, and lodging the tip of it at the rim of my hole.

Oh, yes, he was going to have me. And soon, I was sure. The man was in heat, which was putting me in heat too. I looked around the parking lot to see whether we could be observed if he lapped me in the Corvette and fucked me. But he didn’t do it. He was building up to it, though. I was afraid that when he exploded I was going to be overwhelmed. But he was a god; anything he wanted he could have.

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The cock was thick and long and I gagged on it as I knelt between Paul’s spread knees and he guided my head between his long, thick-fingered hands laced in my black curls, forcing me to deep throat him. He was sitting in a chair in the window-surrounded bay of the master bedroom in the house I was showing him that afternoon. We were both naked, our clothes scattered about the center of the room, where we had come together, explosively, as we entered, pulled clothing from each other’s body, and I had sunk to the floor to take his cock in my mouth. His body was all that I had imagined–muscular and hirsute, his cock full and long, his scent musky, manly from the hours of flying across the ocean. He leaned over me and ran his hands down my back and flanks and inward, grasping my butt cheeks and squeezing. The index finger of each hand searched for, found, and breached my rim. I moaned and then groaned, as he spread my hole and jittered the tips of his invading fingers. I felt my passage relaxing, loosening, giving in to whatever he wanted from me.

He lifted me and sat me in his lap, my thighs astride his spread thighs, thick and muscular, as a professional footballer’s legs would be. I leaned in for a kiss and he frotted our cocks together, eventually docking them, holding the glans together, my cock cut, his uncut, and pushed the foreskin of his cock over my glans. As we kissed, he stroked our cocks together. He knew and employed sexual fetishes most of my clients didn’t know about. I wondered just how sophisticated and kinky his tastes got.

I had warned him, in whispers, that I came quickly for those I’d been lusting for, but that there would be more, with a slow buildup. It was a technique I used to convince clients I found them irresistible. I didn’t have to pretend that with this man.

He’d laughed and said, “I will ride you a long time before I come.” He said he’d come eventually but then would quickly have a second hardening and fuck, as well–and, indeed, he later exhibited far more stamina than one would expect from a man who had flown nonstop from England that day. “And, I have to apologize in advance, but I lose control; I need to be rough at the height. I will hurt–”

“Shush,” I’d interjected, laying a finger on his mouth. “Take it as you need to. Take what you want.” He’d paid for the “everything goes” contract.

I groaned, pulled away from the kiss, warned that his docking of our cocks was pulling the cum out of me, gave a little lurch, and shot my first load, lathering up our joined bulbs within the sheath of his foreskin.

Laughing, he lifted me up, positioned his cock head at my hole, and pulled me down on his cock as I groaned at the thickness of his penetration despite having been prepared. When he was several inches in, he immediately started pulling me up and down, with long, deep strokes, on his shaft, taking me a bit deeper with each thrust. It was raw sex here, barebacking, nothing guarding skin from skin. It was in the contract, both of us tested yesterday, the data shared. Anything he wanted.

I cried out when I felt his cock tense and jerk and his cum blast me deep inside, and I went to pull up from him. But he laughed and held me tight, his cock tensing and jerking and releasing cum again–and then again. God the man was virile. I was bathed in his cum now.

When he had ejaculated, we held there. I leaned down for a kiss, but then leaned back, grasping his knees while his mouth went to my nipples, one after the other, and he sucked them and teased them with his teeth. When he leaned back again, I ran my hands over his torso.

I looked at him quizzically, my right hand having run over rough scars on his shoulder and on his side. “Bullet wounds?” I asked, quietly. “Chechnya?”

“I went back to Grozny too late,” he answered in a low voice. “Ours was a branch family of one of the rebel leaders and thus was viciously targeted. I stayed on–to avenge in anger. At some point the bloodshed got to be too much. I became no better than–”

“Shush,” I whispered, closing off what I sensed would be a flood of words that he would want to take back. But it had gone too far already. I could feel the tension in him and the trembling of his body. He was hard again. He rose abruptly from the chair, taking me with him, and holding me in front of him, started into a standing fuck. He grasped my waist between his hands, as I wound my arms and legs around his body, and lifted and slammed me down on his cock, again and again.

“Fight me for it. I need you to fight me for it,” he growled, as he pulled out of me and dumped me on my back on the foot of the bed. He left me for a few seconds, but then he was hovering over me again, eyes wild with lust and anger, his belt in his hand. I barely had time to turn over, my back to him before the belt slashed down, once, twice, three times, on my back. The surprise and snapping sound of it was more ominous than the pain of the blows landing.

He flipped me over, grabbed my wrists, and deftly bound them over my head with the belt, before his weight was on me, between my spread thighs, and his dick had thrust back inside me. He had me by the throat with his hands, and I thrashed about, ineffectually fighting him, until his cock was in deep and he had begun a rhythmic stroke. He felt longer and thicker than before. He was choking me enough to control my breathing, but not enough for me to believe he was completely out of control. I was frightened, of course, of this introduction of rougher fetishes, but I understood that he was reliving something, working his anger and lust out. I also was lost to him. I wanted the fucking he was giving me. None of the usual vanilla sex I experienced with middle-aged clients. This one was going to work me over well. I was going to feel and remember this fuck.

The thrusts came stronger and faster. We were bouncing up and down on the bed. He was climbing to the top, but so was I. I relaxed and opened, completely, to him, letting him fill and work the soft core of me. I came again, up his belly, but then so did he, deep inside me.

He collapsed on me and a hand went up and released my wrists. My hands immediately went to his shoulder blades and stroked him there. It had been a glorious fuck.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I just have to . . .”

“I understand. Anything. Take anything. Take anything you want,” I answered in a low, purring voice. Not wanting to go any further into what was behind all of this, though, I rolled out from underneath him, sat up on the bed and said, “We can shower now and then I have one more property to show you today.”

“But the mess we’re leaving,” he said. “This is someone’s home–their bedspread, their bath towels.”

“All will be cleaned up after we leave. Townsend anticipates everything.” And indeed I had foreseen that this would be where we’d have our first sexual encounter. I just hadn’t anticipated just how totally dominating and satisfying an encounter it would be.

* * * *

“Did you find anything today that you liked?”

“Yes, most certainly,” the man not named Paul answered with a broad smile. He reached across the table and took my hand. I looked around, but no one was watching us, so I didn’t take the hand away. We were on the terrace of our digs for Friday night, the House Mountain Inn, in the foothills of the Allegheny Mountains west of Lexington. I had picked the wood and glass B&B, with nine rooms, on the slopes of the mountains not only for its privacy and reputation but also because it had horses. When I booked, I’d figured that a client interested in buying a horse farm might be interested in riding one in the downtime during his visit. This man’s interest in riding had gone to another direction. That was OK with me too. We were at the only table on the terrace overlooking Lexington in the distance. They didn’t serve dinner here, but I’d arranged to have one catered for us.

“I mean in properties. I’m not involved in selling them myself–only in showing them to clients and providing other services. But it would be nice to know whether you were interested in any of them.”

“Yes, I’m interested in the one we saw this afternoon and the one just southwest of Lexington, the one against the mountains.”

“Then I suggest that you contact Townsend as soon as possible. I’m showing them to another client this weekend. I shouldn’t be telling you that, but I’ve found that–”

“I’ve found you much more to my liking than I thought I would, Cody,” he said, giving me a concerned look. “And this afternoon, if it was too much . . . I mean, I’m sorry . . . it’s just that I have special needs. Ever since I returned to England from Chechnya–”

“You don’t have to explain or be sorry about anything,” I said, interrupting him and taking my hand from underneath his and reaching up and stroking his cheek. “I told you before. Anything you want.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching out mine and holding them, boring into them, begging them. “I think you may be surprised and put off by what I really want. What I want is very kinky, but it gets me off.”

“Yes,” I said, “anything you want. Anything. I trust you. I know you won’t give me more pain than pleasure.” I couldn’t imagine what could be more kinky than what he’d done already–or that he could get off any better than he already had. But I’d told him I was completely open to his demands. I didn’t think I should mention the contract. By the contract he’d paid for, my answer had to be yes. But I didn’t want this to hinge on the money and obligation involved. He obviously was deeply troubled in his life. He’d told me after we’d had sex that afternoon that he no longer could be fully satisfied unless he took it, unless he was rough in taking it. He hadn’t come close to saying anything about atrocities he’d seen–and possibly participated in–in Chechnya. And I didn’t want to know about any of them.

“Have I satisfied you so far? Have I let you have what you wanted?” I had asked, tentatively, afraid of what the answer might be–or how much rougher he would get if he hadn’t been satisfied and wanted the full value of his contract.

“Yes, oh yes,” he answered.

“Then there isn’t any more to be said. I surrender to whatever you want from me.”

We’d taken the two rooms at the B&B. They were side by side and the only rooms on the hallway. But we both knew what we’d be doing tonight–and that we’d be doing it in my room. I took the most remote of the two, to be as private as possible. It was what could be called expensive rustic contemporary–all wood walls and rough-wood furniture, but a wall of glass overlooking the valley and with a huge hot tub.

“If it maximizes your pleasure,” I said in the shadows of the terrace softly lit by strings of fairy lights, “then take me as you wish. Just tell me–show me–what you want.”

“Then, perhaps . . . tonight . . . you’ll wear these for me.” He had brought a briefcase to dinner with him and he now reached into it and took out a plastic bag, which he placed on the table. I turned the opening of the bag toward me, put my hand in, and drew out material in a snow-white shimmering silk. Looking around again to ensure we were alone, I took a closer look at the material: panties, a small-cup bra, and a sheer slip. I breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t nearly as taxing as I thought it would be. The man had already strapped me with his belt. I was imaging something far worse than role playing a woman for him.

“Will you wear these to bed, let me steal into your room, and struggle with me as I take you by force?”

“Yes, if that’s what would pleasure you,” I answer.

“I would take you roughly and totally.”

“You can have what you want.”

* * * *

I didn’t even hear him come into the room–not until he was on top of me and overpowered me–I did try to struggle, but there was nothing doing with that–and had flipped me on my stomach, straddled me, tied my wrists and ankles together with leather strips, and put a pillow over my head to muffle my cries. He’d come in with a pistol–a toy one, I hoped and prayed–and dug the barrel of it up under my chin when he first landed on top of me. He held it there until I realized I was defeated and went docile for him. Then he’d bound me to erase all hope of escape, and I didn’t see the gun again.

I could hear his heavy breathing and smell his enticing musky scent. The room was dark, but moonlight was coming in through the wall of glass, mostly through the panel where the drapes had been pulled aside and were billowing in the breeze. So, he had come in from the balcony. That was part of his fantasy. We had adjoining rooms with a door between them. And I hadn’t locked the door to the corridor. But he’d wanted to come in using stealth.

He was straddling my hips and I could tell that he was naked–and in erection–as his cock was slapping against the small of my back, as he grabbed and pinched me here and there with his hands. I cried out as he grasped the sheer silk of the back panel of the slip, but he pressed my head down on the pillow with one hand, smashing my face into the mattress. I bucked and he rode my hips, emitting a low laugh. He worked fingers into the leg hole of the panties and then, roughly, into my hole. One, two, three fingers, up to the knuckles, as he pressed down on the pillow with the other hand and rode my bucking hips. After a minute of knuckle fucking me, with me opening to him shamelessly despite the forcing, I heard and felt the panties rip. He readjusted his position on my hips and worked his cock inside me.

I settled immediately into the rhythm of the fuck, going with him, even though he was dry humping me and it wasn’t all pleasure. This apparently didn’t satisfy him. The sting of leather on my now-bare back was more of a shock at first than painful, but he put more muscle into it, flogging and fucking me. I collapsed under him in sobs. The belt was laid aside, he ran his hands around my sides and under the cups of the bra, palming my pecs, and went into jockey at the races mode, hugging me close and pistoning me hard and deep. I came in the panties and he fucked on, interminably long considering how long a day he’d had and how far he’d traveled.

He eventually ejaculated deep inside me as well–the expected one, two, three blasts–and held here for several minutes, breathing heavily, a low growl coming up from deep inside him. I was whimpering and moaning.

He held there, going flaccid–but only half flaccid–inside me, his breath slowly calming. I had no illusions, though, that he was done. I remembered that he said he did doubles. And, sure enough, I felt him rouse himself and finish the job of ripping the slip, panties, and bra off me. He left the wrist and ankle restraints in place. His weight lifted off my body and I felt him pulling me up. He threw me over his shoulder and marched over to the hot tub, which was filled and bubbling. I whimpered I know not what to him, but he just muttered, “Shut up, bitch,” and when he got to the hot tub, he dropped me in.

I went under the water in surprise, sputtering to find my head under the hot water. He climbed into the hot tub himself, grabbed a hank of hair on the back of my head, and pulled my face out of the water. I gasped for air, but while I was still taking it in, he dunked my head again. He did this twice more, laughing at my sputtering and gasping. Then he draped me half in and half out of the tub, with my bound wrists, which he’d switched from my back to in front of me, scraping the floor next to the hot tub. My knees were on the seat rimming the inside of the hot tub. He mounted me from behind and fucked me again.

After a few minutes of slow fuck, I felt a noose made out of his belt slip over my head and down to my throat. He tightened the noose and used the other end of the belt as reins to pull my head back and release it in the quickening rhythm of the fuck, while I sputtered and gagged.

I never remember coming before as massively as I did then.

After he’d ejaculated, he exited the tub and gently pulled me out as well. He unbound my wrists and ankles, and, using two towels, he patted my body dry, all the time kissing me and murmuring that he was sorry. He had completely changed demeanor.

“Did it satisfy you?” I asked.

Somewhat sheepishly he admitted that it had fully satisfied him–the first time he’d been that satiated since he had left Chechnya.

“Then there’s nothing else to say–other than it was the fuck of my life.” I gave him a grin, and he visibly relaxed.

“What now?” I asked.

“I’m exhausted. Let’s just get some sleep,” he asked.

“I can’t imagine why you’d be tired,” I said. But then I gave him a look to assure him that I was just teasing, took his hand, guided him over to the bed, spooned my buttocks into his crotch, and we were both asleep within minutes.

* * * *

We were both standing on the observation balcony of the Roanoke airport late the next morning, waiting for him to be called to his commuter flight back to Dulles and then on to Heathrow.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t stay longer,” he said. “We just had the one day–Friday. But I have a game Sunday night. I have to drop these trips into short periods of opportunity.”

“It was worthwhile as long as you saw something you wanted to acquire,” I answered.

“I most certainly saw something I’d like to acquire,” he said, giving me a meaningful look. He placed a hand on my arm, but took it away almost immediately as we weren’t the only ones on the observation deck. “I’d like to throw you to the deck out here and fuck the stuffing out of you,” he said in a low voice.

“And we both know you can do that,” I responded.

“Look, I am sorry for–”

“They were the best fucks I’ve had for some time,” I interjected, but letting him finish with yet another apology.

“You know I’m not really Paul Metgev,” he said. “I’d like to be honest about–”

“I know you’re not. I knew who you were as soon as I saw you in the arrivals hall here yesterday. I follow European football. But we have to leave it there.”

“And I’ll bet you’re not named Cody, either,” he said.

“No, of course I’m not.”

“Or a student at college here.”

“Oh, fuck no.”

“Or nineteen in a couple of weeks.”

“I’m older.”

“Well, that’s a relief. You know, no one has let me . . . has taken me so high. I’d like to see you again.”

“You know that’s not allowed,” I answered. “Sorry.” And I was. “I think that’s your plane I hear being called.”

“Is it? Well, unfortunately it’s too public up here to–”

“A handshake will have to do.”

“Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

We each put our hand out. Each of us had something we were palming. We shook hands, he winked at me, and he turned and walked off. I looked at what he’d passed to me–a wad of fifty-dollar bills. Well, that was probably as it should be, I thought. Him emphasizing the reality that I was just a rent-boy, paid to give him a good time.

He walked a couple of steps and then turned, gave me a big smile and a salute, and then walked off to board his plane. I’d given him a slip of paper with my real name on it, address in New York, and cell phone number. The execs at Townsend would go ballistic if they found out I’d given my contact numbers to a client. But fuck ’em.

I stood there, watching him board his plane. As the plane taxied out to the runway, another plane was landing. My client for the weekend previews of the horse farms should be on the plane. I opened my briefcase and took out the sign with “Larkin” printed on it in bold letters.

I watched the passengers deplane, falling into my “who is it to be this time?” game. The contract on this one didn’t call for “everything he wants,” but it did include sex. There were only two possibilities this time, both dumpy-looking, but expensively dressed middle-aged men. All of the other passengers obviously were members of a college girls’ lacrosse team from the evidence of their apparent age and perkiness and the lacrosse sticks they were pulling out of the plane.

One of two dumpy old men. It was hardly worth playing the game for, but I’d make a choice. Well, you can’t win them all. Thank god for the Friday I had.

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He was the type of guy that you know was up for anything Adam was truly a real cool sexy guy.
Adam was just the type of guy that anyone wouldn’t have minded messing around with. Besides having all of the social prestige of being the man that he is, his body was a work of art capable of making Michelangelo’s David look like a lawn nome in comparison. He is a muscular guy with long blond hair and his chiseled jaw; his smile could make you melt. Even the slight lisp in his voice was undeniably cute. I wanted nothing more than to be held in his big broad arms and to place my lips on his mouth. But I was just Jack, living on the outer circles of his social order.

Perhaps the most exciting thing about Adam was lately there were a lot of rumors going around that he’d been looking around for some guys at parties to drive his car in next street race.

Besides what did I have to lose, this really made me excited. I was usually into pale, skinny guys that wore lots of black and rode motorcycles’ as they kicked up dust, but Adam was my secret fantasy, and I didn’t dare tell anyone about what I wanted to do with him. The minute I started hearing all the rumors, I started to think about what we had in common in order to make a game plan.

Shit. That’s right, my plan was nothing.

Finally, I came up with the perfect plan. I could make friends with his friend, who was also training for track. I ran long distance, which had given me a nice tight, muscular body over the past four years. I felt a little unscrupulous, but I ended up making plans to go running with Adam and his friend. I bet he thought I was trying to hit on his boy. Boy was he wrong.

We met at the lake that Saturday afternoon. When Adam got out of his car with his friend, Mario, I almost had to suppress a boner. Neither of us wore a shirt since it was unbearably hot outside. “Hey,”  I greeted Mario. I almost kind of liked him; it was too bad I was trying to get with his home boy Adam.

“Hey guys, what do you say we get this show on the road? Try to keep up.” I taunted as I started running. They laughed and started after me. Adam’s laugh should have been on a CD, I thought as I let them catch up to me. I was really fast from training all winter. We ran all four miles of the lake without saying much. Adam and I made some small talk, but mostly we just kept stealing glances at each others’ bodies. He was beautiful.

We got done and Mario said something about having to go tanning with some of his friends. “I’ll call you later, Adam,” he said to Adam before he left. He didn’t even look at me. “Mario, bye,” Adam mumbled. There was no chemistry between these two. It  made me smile.

“Adam you want to go shower at my place, we can watch TV or something,” I offered, fully aware that I sounded like a dumbass.

“Yeah, Jack that’d be cool. I don’t have anything to do.” Ha, great, gotcha right where I want you. I hopped in his car and directed him to my house which was only a couple of blocks away. The sweaty smell in the car turned me on. The stereo wasn’t playing its usual loud hip hop; I think he was trying to impress me by listening to some dumb MTV punk band. It was cute. This boy could do no wrong, everything he did made me want to tear his clothes off.

No one was home at my house; my dad was away on business and my mom wouldn’t get off work for a few more hours. “Shower’s all yours,” I said.

“Cool, where are your towels?” was his reply. I showed him to the linen closet and I was frustrated when I found out there was only one more towel left. “Man, what are we gonna do about that?” he said grinning. In trying to think of a solution, my thought process was interrupted by a big sweat body leaning into mine. Our naked stomachs rubbed against one another and he put his face next to mine. Our noses nuzzled affectionately for a couple of seconds before he put his hand behind my head and placed his lips on mine. I was in a daze as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. He started to grind his erect cock against mine and we kissed harder. I started to explore his body with my hands and made him moan as I squeezed his ass. “Jack, I’ve wanted this for so long. Mario is such a bitch. I’ve had a crush on you since we were freshman.”

“Man, you’ve been my fantasy for a long time too. But what about Mario?”
“We haven’t even kissed and we’ve been dating for three months. I think she loves her tanning bed more than me.” We headed into the bathroom with the towel. It was silently decided that we would share it. Adam started to kiss my neck and chest, stopping at each of my nipples. I moaned as he politely nibbled the tips of my pecs. On his knees, he started to pull off my sweaty running shorts and underwear. My six inch cock was hard and throbbing by now and he wasted no time grabbing it and sticking just the head in his mouth. I whimpered as he teased the head of my cock with his tongue and beautiful full lips. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I pushed the back of his head and forced him to take it all. He handled it easily and started into a steady up and down motion. Right before I was about to blow my cum into his mouth, I stopped him. “Hey, not yet buddy.”

I stood him up and took off his shorts. Underneath it all was a huge cock, it must have been eight or nine inches and was thick too. It was already oozing with precum, which I wiped off onto my finger and placed on my tongue. Adam started kissing me wildly that point and rubbed his giant cock against my naked body.

I turned on the shower and we both made our way in. I grabbed a fresh bar of soap and started to lather his chest. It had a little bit of blonde hair on it, but was mostly smooth. I made my way down to his crotch and started to soap up his cock. I gently jerked it up and down a couple of times before lathering up his big, tight balls. I also played with his hole while I was down there. Adam moaned and grabbed the soap away to start in on me.
When we were clean, I grabbed some lotion and squirted some on my cock. “Can I fuck you?” I whispered into his ear.

“Yeah, do it,” he responded simply. He bent himself over in front of me and I placed the head of my lubed up cock in front of his hole. Without entering him, I gently poked around his hole. “God, please fuck me Jack,” Adam said when he’d had enough. I gently stuck the head of my cock into his hole. It was so tight that I almost blew my load right then, but I managed to hold it. I grabbed his waist and started to slide it in. Adam was making little noises of pleasure the whole time. I finally got my whole cock all the way in and felt the base of my penis ram against his ass. I humped him like that for a few minutes, our bodies tight against one another. I started kissing and biting his neck while I jerked his cock off in time to my humping. Finally I rammed his ass as hard as I could and shot my load up his rectum. I shivered as I pulled out and a stream of my own cum slid out of his hole.
Adam turned around and started kissing me hard. He pushed my head down and I happily obliged. I got on my knees and started to lick at his balls. I could taste a little of my own cum on the back of his sack. I drew my tongue up his shaft and Adam groaned. I started to suck on his head and the groaning only got louder, which made my appetite for pleasuring my dream boy stronger. I began a steady sucking tempo and Adam dug his fingernails into my sclap. He could hardly control his legs. Finally he started to quiver and shoved his dick into my mouth as far as he could. I almost choked on the thing, which was thick enough to fill my whole mouth. A warm ooze of cum streamed into my throat and mouth.
Adam collapsed next to me and I got on top of him and started to gently kiss his heaving chest. He put his arm around my neck and rubbed the muscles there. “Damn, that was nice,” Adam offered.

“Yeah, we should do it again sometime,” I said smiling as I laid a big kiss on his angel derived mouth. The water was starting to turn cold, but we just lay on top of each other, kissing and whispering sweet confessions of lust.

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Me and Josh had been best friends for as long as I could remember. All through elementary, junior high and started high school. We were inseparable from the age of 4. We got on great with each others families, used to go on holidays together, our dads would take us and our brother’s camping. We stayed at each others almost every weekend. We were like brother’s and we made a blood pact to that effect no matter what happened we would be best friends for ever. We were both quarterbacks at a similar level growing up, our coach in junior league used to alternate us each week but as we hit high school I had developed a bit quicker than Josh and with only one real quarterback of note at our school I was good enough not only to challenge for the starting position but established as number two and a very handy go to.

Our town had two high school’s. Both should have been in the same division however due to violent clashes and the town being divided twice a year at least one was moved the other was moved to a neighbouring division a much harder one. We regularly made state championship however always got knocked out in the early rounds however the other school couldn’t even reach the playoffs. Half way through the season when I was just 15 I was 6 ft and starting to developed serious muscles. Josh had started to catch up as well but I had been number 2 since the middle of our first year in high school. Josh for his part wasn’t jealous and supported me through good and bad and then it happened. Our senior quarterback blew his knee out which instantly finished his career. With no real alternative I became starting quarterback with Josh as number two. I remember being given the play book and soon learnt all the signals which naturally I shared with Josh. We didn’t set the world on fire but I had my favorite go two play the signal was hand up pointing at the sky and moving in a circle. This meant my tight end would dart down center, one wide receiver would go long the other drop short and the tight end would spin in behind. It got a few touchdowns before I dropped it as teams were getting wise. I tried it a few times after some worked other’s didn’t.

Start of grade 11 me and Josh were 16 I was nervous as it was the first full season as starting quarterback but with Josh’s support and encouragement we were 5 and 0. After the fifth game buzzing on a high we went to Josh’s house. We instantly knew something was up as my parents were there aswell.
“Sit down boys.” Josh’s dad said.

The look on there faces painted a gloomy picture. “I have been promoted but have to work over the other side of town. We will be moving.” He continued. Me and Josh looked at each other.

“It’s cool dad we will still have weekend’s and school, I’m happy for you.” Josh said.

“Me too Mr McKenzie.” I added.

“Look boys we have made a decision and already spoken to Western High they are willing to give Josh a trial as quarterback, god knows they need one and jumped at the chance.” He said.

“You did that without speaking to me first dad, I’m happy I don’t………..” Josh started but I cut him off.

“No matter what Josh best friends forever. You deserve a chance let’s be honest no decent college looks at a number two. We can chat on line, meet at weekends and still be best buds plus it’s quite a hike from the other side of town more than 40 blocks. Your good enough to walk straight into the team and who knows we may meet at state championship. I will still be your best friend.” I said clearing a lump from my throat. Josh hugged me harder than ever before.

“OK dad let’s do this.” He said.

The following week they moved but if anything it moved me and Josh closer. We chatted nearly every night about school, girls, football and our weekend plans. Some weekend’s I went to his other weekend’s he came to mine. For his part Josh was an instant success well defiantly better than what they had in the team but was unable to get them to the playoffs. We did our usual and got knocked out in the first knockout round. The following year we actually made it to the state quaters. I made some of the local news, however Josh made the big splash as they made it to the first knockout round in his first full season starting, first time Western High had for 15 years. He came to watch us lose and was gutted but our school’s weren’t really the big hitter’s. It was a success all round and the locals now developed a master and apprentice story on me and Josh. They had the whole background. We just ignored them and our friendship grew stronger that summer. We entered our final year at high school. Josh was now the perfect specimen 6″ 4 muscles everywhere slightly bigger than me.

The master and apprentice story would not go away as both schools looked stronger than ever our miniature town was punching above it’s weight. Then I happened we both made the semifinals of the State championship, against each other. We were stoked so much buzz and excitement on the build up master vs apprentice even some nationals commented. We kept reminding ourselves whatever happened best friends for life. Then came a massive change a scout from Florida State would be attending to look at us. This was unexpected pressure and the first sign of a small crack in our relationship started to appear when Josh put on social media. “We are best friends but this is a battle for our future.” I didn’t respond. Just put it down to Josh playing mind games and it was fine between us the weekend before the game.

Game night came and both teams and crowd were fired up like a powder keg waiting to explode. Josh was in imperious form he dominated his attack and it took every trick I knew just keep up with them I was impressed and happy for him. Just over a minute left and they were at our 25 yard marker 4 points up a touchdown would finish us however it was fourth down so best option was a field goal that way we would have to get a converted touchdown just to force overtime. They had called their final time out. Upon retaking the field I seen my old signal from Josh and raced to my coach who quickly got instruction to our defensive line. I couldn’t believe he would do this it was a big mistake. If he nailed it they win, if not we had a chance. Our runner’s marked well Josh panicked and got sacked turnover on our 30 yard line we had a chance one minute to get a touchdown. I gave my instructions and took the snap threw 20 yards which was received out wide. First down on the half way line. What happened next was slow motion to me. I was going for two plays but as it turned out it was one of those hail Mary plays you dream about getting in a Superbowl final. I took the snap looked down the center nothing down left nothing as I scanned right I noticed my tight end had got loose and was heading for the end zone I set myself and launched the ball as hard as I could just as I took a tackle. Landing on the ground I seen him catch and race into the end zone.

The commentator went nuts. ” Eastern have done, Eastern have done it, oh what did Josh McKenzie do. The master teaches the apprentice the harshest of lessons. Cal is the hero sorry Josh but you should have gone for the field goal. What a game.”

We converted the field goal and there was barley enough time to punt off it was over. I was swamped by team mates fans and coaches we were in the final. I looked for Josh but he was no where to be seen. I gave a couple of interviews and was offered an interview from the scout from Florida State. After showering and changing I raced home my parents were over the moon when I told them about the scholarship interview. All I wanted to do was make sure Josh was alright. I went up to my room and rang his phone. “Hey this is Josh you know what to do.”

“Josh call me I want to make sure your alright.” I left a message.

I waited all night nothing, I was getting worried I was hoping we were going to be OK moving on from this. Surely he couldn’t blame me for this, after all they should have had an easy field goal. I didn’t hear from him the next day, not that I had much time I was like a hero at my school. I voiced my concerns to my dad but he told me.” Josh will come round son, he will realize it was his mistake, he may blame you now but he just needs a few days, it was massive for both of you. It will work itself out.”

I heard nothing the next day it wasn’t till Saturday late afternoon I got a frantic call from his mum.

“Cal have you seen Josh?.” I could hear the worry in her voice.

“Haven’t spoke to him since before the game, I have been worried it’s the longest we haven’t spoke but dad said he needed to cool off. Why, what’s up Mrs McKenzie? I asked getting worried myself.

“It hit him hard he’s hardly been out his room, he skipped school and now he left this morning and we haven’t heard or seen him since. Zack came back today as well.”

Now I was really worried, Zack his older brother was a Marine and had been in Afghanistan for the past year there was no way Josh wouldn’t be there to welcome him home.

“OK Mrs McKenzie I will go to the quarry and see if he is there.” I said.

“Thanks Cal maybe you will get through to him lord knows we tried. Be careful if you do see him he is still wound tight.” She warned me.

“I will and I will let you know.”

I raced down stairs without saying anything grabbed my bike and set off. The quarry was about two miles but I was possessed and didn’t even register pain until I got there. Searching around I couldn’t see any sign of Josh until I got to a clearing just back from a ledge and there he was sitting on the end of a picnic bench looking over the stone quarry. He looked in a trance.
“Josh, you OK buddy?” I asked hesitantly.

He turned and just looked at me but it felt like he was looking right through me.

“Your mum’s worried mate, Zack’s home.” Again I was worried. He said nothing.

“I’ve missed you bro.” Mistake number one.

Anger flashed in his eye’s. “Like fuck you have, too busy giving interviews and accepting scholarship from Florida State. No you got it well sorted. Off you go and leave me behind.”

“Josh your my best friend ever, I will never have a friend like you. You won’t be stuck here plenty of colleges will be lucky to have you.” I said.

“Really, three have turned me down saying I am a liability when it matters.” He was getting more worked up.

“It was one bad call mate, that’s all if they can’t see that they don’t deserve you.” I fired at him. Mistake number two. Josh flared up and stood.

“Oh, I guess that’s the master giving his final lesson to his apprentice is it, you have no idea how it has been in your shadow, I finally got my chance and you, Mr Perfect, the Master snatched it from me.” He was standing toe to toe. I don’t know why I said what I said next but he angered me by blaming me for his mistake.

“Don’t blame me for your fuck up, you decided not to at least secure over time instead you wanted to be a hero. Trying to use a play on me I perfected you deserved to lose for being an idiot.” I screamed at him. It seemed to work, well ease a little tension. He just went quite.

“Nothing has come between us before, Josh let’s go to yours and talk.” He nodded but as we were about to leave 6 of Western High football team appeared. Now I was worried.

“Well what have we here? You boyfriends making up?” Sebastian, a wide receiver asked.

“Fuck off Seb I ain’t in the mood.” Josh snapped.

“I don’t give a fuck, you ruined our chance of glory and now we find you making out with a rival.”

“Fuck off you prick, it was just a bad call and we are friends asshole.” I shot at him.

“I would tell your boyfriend to shut up Josh or we may tare him apart.” Seb’s moved towards me but Josh stepped between us.

“See boys once an Easty always an Easty.” Seb’s said.

“You know that’s not true. I have given all for the last few seasons for us.” Josh was getting worked up again and I had a very bad feeling.

“So your just protecting your boyfriend then fag.” Seb was taunting Josh.
Josh turned and looked at me and I quickly mouthed the words punch me, thinking that would get them off our backs. Josh read me swung and floored me. It hurt so bad not only cause he was big but also it was the first time any the two of us had been violent towards the other but I told him to do it. It didn’t have the designed effect. One of the other lads whispered something in Sebastian’s ear.

“So he told you to do that. Same old Josh the apprentice doing what his master tells him. Pathetic if you ask me.” Seb started getting Josh angry.

“You will always be in his shadow, the apprentice being taught, never the teacher.” Seb was grinning, I gulped as something in Josh’s expression changed to evil.

“You want men to teach him a lesson?” Josh asked.

“Your not man enough.” Seb said mocking Josh.

“Not man enough yeah, I’ll show you.” Josh was livid an I was scared with every right to be.

“You four grab him and pin him over the bench. I’ll show you man enough.”
I was seized two pinned my upper body and arms over the bench the other two spread my legs.

“Please Josh we are best friends don’t do this.” I pleaded, Mistake number three.

“Yeah Josh be a good apprentice and do as master tells you.” Seb said in a childish voice.

I had known Josh most my life, watched him grow and get bigger, I also knew he was massive long and very thick. My ass was virgin, he was going to split me. I felt Josh yank my sweat pants down almost tearing them, I then heard him unbuckle the belt to his jeans. There was nothing I could do I tried screaming for him to stop but nothing. Then I felt a wet warm sensation at my hole, followed by an intense pushing pressure. My hole wouldn’t open. “Please Josh it’s not to late we can get back from this.” My final mistake.

“Yes Josh do as your boyfriend and master tells you.” Seb nailed my coffin shut.

I heard an angry grunt from Josh. “I’ll show you who’s the master.” He said through gritted teeth. Then he doubled his efforts at pushing and finally he broke through. I screamed as the pain seared through my entire body. Tears instantly filled my eye’s. My heart shattered into a million pieces as my best friend, the person I trusted most in the world to have my back started to rape me. Josh seemed possessed as he brutally smashed himself in and out of me ripping my hole apart. I knew he had done damage. I felt hot liquid run from my hole down the inside of both thighs too much to be precum and the fact he was still furiously fucking me meant he hadn’t cum, it had to be blood but it didn’t stop him. I was reduced to sobbing uncontrollably as every thrust seemed to get deeper and deeper, each one sent new floods of pain through my body it was relentless. My own cock had gotten very hard because my prostate was under constant attack. It didn’t take long for me to cum but Josh kept going. There were some comments when I did cum.

“See the fucker love’s it so much he’s blown his load.” And “Wonder how long he’s been waiting for you to do this to him Josh.” I couldn’t tell who made them as I was a reck , in so much pain, tears were stinging my eyes and my mind was completely numb. None of this seemed to deter Josh from this animalistic brutal assault on my hole. The ordeal lasted for ages I don’t know how long but Josh was breathing and panting heavy when his body finally went rigid and his warm seed filled my ass and started spilling out. Sebastian caught some in his hand and smeared it over my face, then said.”Come on boys best leave these fags to kiss and make up.”

As I was realised I fell to the floor crying my eyes out, I didn’t even have the energy to pull my sweat pants up. I just crumpled back against the bench looking through tears at my once best friend who looked still in a daze, not registering what he had done yet. He had backed off a bit his cock was a mixture of cum and blood. I looked up at him.

“WHY?” I shouted.

It seemed to snap him back to reality. He said nothing but the realisation of what he done hit him like a brick. A look of complete horror filled his face once he seen the mess he left me in crumpled on the floor unable to move. Josh’s eyes instantly filled with regret and tears.

“What happened to no matter what, best friends for life?” I said through tears.
“Please forgive me.” He sobbed. Josh stood shaking and for the second time in a week life went into slow motion as he turned sprinted and threw himself off the ledge.

“NOOOOOOOOO.” I screamed crawling to the edge I peered over to see his lifeless body at the bottom of the quarry.

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Joe cook is on his third time trying out for the Rugger’s rugby team. He just had his best practice ever scoring 3 try’s before he was called into Coach Bob Office. Bob King is one of the best coaches in the 10 team rugby league, he comes from a very strict military upbringing.  He stood only around 5’10 and was solid like a brick shit house. He always made sure that he was cleanly shaven and love shaving his chest hair every 4 to 6 weeks.

” How can I help you, Coach Bob? “

” I just want to let you know that you have made this year team as a sub “

” Wow that’s sounds great Sir “

” I also want you to know that you will be bunking with me when we head out of town this weekend game Joe “

” Know problem Coach “

” You are dismiss “

” Yes Sir “

The Rugger’s play one of the most terrible games ever losing 40 to 10 as Joe didn’t play well at all when they needed him after 4 guys went down due to injuries. They finally made it back up to the hotel from dinner shortly after 8 pm. Joe was laying in the bed watching the Rugby game from England as the Coach was going over the report from the game. 

Coach Bob then got up from his chair with a small semi on through his white Jockey pouch briefs that he loves wearing. His wife always loves seeing him wearing that style of underwear.

” Hey Joe please come over here,  I need to show you some more different moves for the next game that will be great for you to try “

Coach Bob started to grab his arm so tight around Joe semi hairy body. This went on for a few minutes until Coach Bob crotch fell right on top of Joe face and mouth. He could not believe what was happening. as he began to deeply enjoy the smell coming from Coach Bob huge basket. Coach Bob was very hung from someone his size. He was very close to 10 inches along beside being thick.

Joe began to get really turned on as Coach Bob cock started to get a massive hard-on before he started to lick his balls. His mouth is 100% planted on his cock as Coach Bob is now laying on his back as Joe works over his dick good and hard as the pre-cum started to pour out like a stream.

” OMFG Joe that fucking hot “

” Just lay back and enjoy it, Sir ‘

Within 5 minutes Coach, Bob shot off a huge load of his hot salty juice all over Joe’s face and chest. He then got up slowly and began to wipe off all of the cum that was splatter across his face and chest with Coach Bob underwear.

” OMG Joe did you just use my underwear to wipe the cum off “

” I sure did Sir “

” That’s was the last pair that I brought with me dude “

” Sorry Sir, I guess you have to go commando “

It was a good 3 hours bus ride back home from yesterday game. Joe and Coach Bob got together a few times over at a Bathhouse about an hour away from their hometown of Golden Field. The bathhouse had a huge Tonga Party set for this coming Saturday night and Coach Bob and Joe find a good excuse to tell their wives and girlfriend. 

Joe had a fantasy by allowing his virgin hole to be open up by a right person who meets his needs. Coach then help Joe into the sling that was hanging down from the ceiling in a small somewhat dark candle lightroom. They waited for a good 5 minutes until the right man walks into the room.

Don Hawkins a former NHL referee came into the room with his white tonga. Coach Bob begins to help him with by pulling the Tonga off his hairy muscle chest, arms, shoulder and legs. They both began to rub massaged oil all over their own and Joe’s body. Don had a lovely 8-inch cut cock with a nice form head to it. He enters Joe virgin hole fairly fast and began fucking the shit out of his ass. Coach Bob was getting so turned on by it all he began to stroke his own dick nice and slowly.

Coach Bob found a stool to stand on so Don could suck his massive cock at the same time he was fucking Joe butt. This went on for well over 15 minutes until Coach Bob and Don shot off their own loads at the same time. 

” Jesus that was fucking hot guy’s “

” You got that right Don “

Joe body was trembling and shaking when Coach Bob finally got his whole 10-inch tool all the way up inside Joe ass. He began screaming with great sexual pleasure as Don just stood by and watch it all happen. Coach shot off another load of his spray before he pulls out of Joe nice and slow, nice and slow.

It was two later that Joe got a new contract this time over at a professional wrestler house name Arnold Anderson. He was also Joe type by 100% this time this man was well over 6 ‘2 and more heavier. They got to know one another very well and finally made out with each other after Arnold girlfriend went away for a week on business. 

Arnold began to eat out Joe ass as he was laying on his stomach with his legs spread apart. His ass tingly with a climax as he felt Arnold bristle from his beard during this nice moment. Joe ass was soaking wet and full of ass juice coming from Arnold’s mouth before he rolls him over to fuck him.

Joe helps Arnold roll the heat active condom all the way up his 7-inch semi-curve cock and began to enter him fully erected. Mr Anderson is now in full throttle as his cock and balls were slapping the shit out of Joe hole. He then began to grab and hold his arm’s tightly around Arnold thick neck. He was deeply loving to watch Mr Anderson greyish blue wolf eyes as the sweat pours out like a bucket of waters. 

” I’m so close Joe “

” Give it to me Arnold, Give it to me! “

” Almost there now dude “

” Here it comessssssss! “

Arnold and Joe both scream at the same time during as his cum filled dick and balls started to explode 3 loads around 2 minutes apart from one another. Joe could not believe seeing a man orgasm and vibrating like that before. The bed sheets were completely cover with sweat and sexual aroma from the fuck that just went down. Arnold then got up as the bottom sack of the cum fill condom had a good ounce plus hanging down from it.

Joe took his time and pull off the cum filled condom from Arnold dick and started to pour it all over Arnold’s chest and semi-soft cock before he started to lick it all up with his mouth. He was truly amazed by the salt tasty cum and was hoping for Arnold cock to get hard once again.

” Maybe in the morning you can get it hard Joe “

“Hope so Arnold “

Next morning Joe got his wish and blow and deepthroat Mr Anderson cock. Arnold love it when Joe had to put his red spandex underwear on him during the blowjob. Joe arrived home just around 10 am and got a phone call from a Tech College that he apply for. It was well over two years now that Joe has ever heard from Coach Bob and Mr Anderson. Joe then went on a landed a great job building cruise ship over in Germany. As for Arnold and Coach Bob, they both got married and settle down in the small town. Arnold then went on and retire from wrestling and join Coach Bob Rugby team as the team new Mangers. 

The End

Cash was sitting in the passenger seat of the black Camaro. Jensen was speeding along the main road from their home city, no-where-New York. They were going to visit Cash’s, whose full first name was Caspian because his parents thought it was nice and unique, older brother Edison at his college in Princeton.

Jensen was Edison’s best childhood friend and it was convenient that they could come visit at the same time, so Cash could see Princeton as well – he was a senior in high school. Driving from central NY state to New Jersey was about as expensive, considering where they had to go from, as it would be to fly or take the train there, so Jensen had offered to bring Cash for the drive. Cash’s parents, who was going to send him by plane was happy to pay the fuel and a place to stay for the night.

So, here they were. For some reason, Jensen preferred not going on the high way.

It had been a bit awkward, sitting there to begin with. But Jensen had made an effort to talk to Cash. There was three years difference between them, Jensen and Edison being juniors in college. Jensen had decided on Boston.

They had talked about everything and nothing, what they were going to do, how their families were, all of that crap you did, to make polite small talk.

Finally, Jensen mentioned, that he had passed their old high school and checked in with the coach. He and Jensen had been on the ice hockey, football and swimming teams. Pure breed high school jocks, who had been heroes of the school. “I saw the newest crop of the cheerleading team; excellent pick! Almost worth coming back to the city for!” he laughed. “You with any of them?”

Cash smiled and tried to brush it off.

“Oh, come on. You are a good-looking dude – you gotta be hitting some of that?” Jensen looked at him quickly before looking back at the road.

Cash was on the hockey team, but he was not one of the star players, and though he worked out and had a good build, there were guys on the senior year, that was bigger and hunkier than he was. He was not as ruggedly handsome as his brother, but he was still good looking, with marked features; straight nose, sharp, high jaw line, almond shaped, brilliant dark blue eyes, dusty blonde slightly curly hair and dimples when he smiled. And to be truthful, he could probably get with all the girls he wanted, but that was not really his thing. However, that was not something you talked to loudly about, where they came from.

At five feet ten and just shy of 170 pounds, he was not badly build; he had a slender but ripped body.

Jensen and Edison were both big dudes. Well over six feet – Jensen was 6’3” – and both some 200 pounds, they were ripped muscle hunks. Neither aimed for body builder big, but they had well defined muscles and had amazing builds.

“Or those slutty girls may not be your thing?” Jensen asked, looking ahead, while a finger accidently landed on Cash’s upper thigh. Cash could almost feel his heart stop at the words. Oh, fuck no …

“You know …” Jensen continued, dragging out the pause, “I caught you once … checking me out in the shower. That mirror didn’t fog up as much as you might have thought.” He grinned to Cash. “Actually, I caught you more than once.”

Cash could feel the blood drain from his face.

“Hey, don’t worry! I don’t mind. And I never told Ed about it.” Jensen placed his big hand on Cash’ thigh and slid it further up, squeezing the firm thighs a bit. Cash leaned back and muttered to himself, but he didn’t push the hand away. Really, he had fantasised about this. And never thought he would ever get this close. To keep up appearances, he dated whatever girls looked his way, and he fucked some of them, but he had had the hots for Jensen since he became a teenager.

Jensen looked at him and smiled. Cash was always struck by him; he was handsome as fuck, with straight light blonde hair that started to curl a bit when it got long enough, ice blue eyes, a straight nose that had a slight break at the top, wide mouth and full lips and bright white teeth. He was wearing a cap, tight tank top that showed of his body and equally tight track pants.

The hunk grabbed Cash’ hand and placed it on his thigh. Slowly he moved it up a bit, waiting for Cash to caress his big, muscled leg on his own, slowly moving Cash hand up and rubbed the bulge in his pants. Cash’ eyes expanded as he felt Jensen’s cock; it could not possibly be that big.

“Fuck, I wanted to sneak into your room since the first time I caught you. You were a goddamn hot 15-year-old but 18 definitely is not worse!” Jensen said, as he rubbed Cash hand against his cock.

“Shit …” Cash whispered under his breath, as Jensen put his hand back on Cash thigh. Cash slowly started to rub the growing and hardening bulge. Jensen met Cash’s rubbing movements with his cock, pushing back against it. He slipped a bit forward in the seat, making sure that the car stayed stable on the road. For about ten or fifteen minutes, Cash felt up Jensen, slipping a hand under his tank top as well.

“Ah shit … you can take it out if you want to …” Jensen moaned. His cock was almost fully hard and it was aching for relief.

Cash hesitated, but he had wanted this for so fucking long and he had never thought he would get to this point. Jensen was a jock and any girl laid down for him – and Edison – and spread wide. So, he put his thumbs at the waistband and Jensen raised up enough for him to push the track pants down, to reveal Jensen’s black and white Diesel trunks and the bulging crotch. Jensen had put his arm up behind Cash head, on the back rest.

Cash could not entirely believe how big the fucking this was; with a bit of trouble he managed to release the fat beast from its confinement.

“Holy fucking Christ …” he mumbled, while stroking the ten-inch cock. It was just a bit slimmer than a cola bottle and had a big, red head that was covered by foreskin; he was uncut and below a pair of shaved, hen egg sized balls were nestled.

“Thanks,” Jensen laughed and Cash could not help smiling and look up at him. Without thinking too much about it, he leant down and took Jensen’s head in his mouth and sucked. “Oh fuck!” Jensen gasped, as the car swirled a bit, “easy there, body! Oh, shit yeah!” Cash had very little experience besides what he had seen in pornos on the internet and what he had read about and what girls had done to him, so he tried to do what he thought would feel good; as it turned out he was a natural and quickly very satisfying sounds started to come out of Jensen, who had put a hand on Cash’s head, running a hand through his hair.

“I should have gotten into your room back then! If I had known this … oh fuck yeah … watch the teeth a bit more, babe …” Jensen moaned, as Cash twisted his mouth, as he kept trying to suck more of the cock into his mouth. “Fuck yeah, suck my fat cock … fuck yesss that’s good! Play with my balls, babe.” Cash liked Jensen calling him babe and talking to him and he took as much as he could, before it started to gag him. “Oh shit-shit-shit! Wait! I have to pull over!” Jensen moaned and tried to get Cash up.

“Then pull the fuck over” Cash said or tried to say around the cock. He could feel the car take a sharp turn to the right and come to a stop and the engine turned off. Jensen pushed his seat back and spread his legs out, allowing Cash to go to town on his cock, now coaching him more, telling him what to do. At the same time, he had pushed Cash’s head down and ran his right hand down his back, under Cash’s jeans and was kneading his firm, soft skinned, almost hairless 18-year-old ass. “Fuck I should have gotten into that room! If we not had to go see you fucking brother … I should just take you to a hotel and fuck you all week …” He started to move his hips upwards, meeting Cash’s downwards sucking movements. “Oh, fuck babe, I’m gonna blow! Shit-shit-fuck! If you don’t get off … aaaww!” Cash didn’t get up, as Jensen started to shoot up his mouth, filling it with five or six big blows of thick, tasty, white cream. He tried to swallow as quickly as he could, but it started to spill out.

As Jensen started to calm down, Cash kept sucking and licking up whatever had leaked out of his mouth. Jensen looked down and laughed, a bit out of breath. “Dude, that was amazing … have you done it before?”

Cash got up and wiped his mouth, while shaking his head no. “Never. Who should I do it to at home?”

Jensen smiled to him and pulled him into a kiss, digging his tongue into the boy’s mouth. He ran a hand down his stomach and over his jeans. “That was fucking amazing, babe. Wanna try out more stuff later?”

Cash smiled and knotted. They had to stay a night at some hotel.

Before he knew it, Jensen had his tongue buried in Cash’s mouth again, one arm around his neck and the other was unbuttoning Cash’s tight jeans. Quickly, Jensen had Cash’s stiff prick free, stroking it. Though it was not as long or thick as Jensen’s he still carried a more than decent seven inches and he was not done growing.

After a handful of minutes, Cash was shooting his own load over Jensen’s hand, who continued to lick it off. “Mmmh that’s good.” Jensen kissed Cash again, before they separated and got dressed. Jensen turned the car back on and off they were – he was driving quite a bit faster than before now.

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They talked quite a bit more easily now. Jensen explained that he had chosen to go to some place where he would not be enrolled in a sports program, though he was on the ice hockey team, so he could experiment more easily. He also told about some of the stuff he had been doing with other guys and teammates – and what he hoped to do to Cash later, while running a hand up his thigh.

Cash started to run his hand back up and down Jensen’s thigh, cupping his bulge again, running his hand more confidently under his sweats, rubbing the big cock through the fabric. Jensen was meeting Cash’s movements with small thrusts of his hips and cock, enjoying the sensation; the hunk looked at him and grinned, scooting a bit forward in the seat and Cash took the invitation, pulled the waistband down and released the fat, fluffed cock free.

He started to stroke it, cupping the large balls and ran his tongue up the underside of the quickly hardening shaft. Jensen had put his hand back into Cash’s hair, messing it up and caressing his back head. Cash ran a hand through the well-trimmed pubes, as he took the head of the cock in his mouth and started to slide his mouth up and down.

Cash was still sucking Jensen off, when a siren went off. Jensen swore and removed his hand from Cash’s hair. “Fuck, there was a police bike … sit up, babe …” He swore and headed for the first road side parking that came up. As he parked, he stuffed his still hard and wet cock back down his trunks, across his left thigh, and pulled his pants up; but there was still a very pronounced bulge.

The cop parked in front of the car and took his helmet of. Jensen noticed, that he looked like a young dude, probably not more than 25 or 26. Quite good looking, about six feet, similar build to Jensen himself and medium length brown hair that was curly from being under the helmet.

Jensen rolled down the window, as the guy approached the car.

“You seemed to be in a bit of a hurry?” the guy asked.

Jensen ran a hand through his hair and mumbled “Yeah, I guess so …”

“License and registration, please.”

Jensen handed them to him.

“Seems to be in order … but you were going almost 75 in a 55 zone. And,” the guy leaned down and looked through the car, “when you overtook me, there was only one person in the car.” He looked down at Jensen’s crotch and now noticed the pronounced shape along his thigh. “Care to explain?” Jensen though he heard just a bit of humour in the guy’s voice and there was a particular type of grin around his lips.

“Well … you know … long drive, empty road …”

“So, a bit of road head seemed in order? How old are you?” the cop asked, looking at Cash. “Got an ID?”

Cash knotted and reached for his wallet. “I’m 18,” he answered, handing his driver’s license.

“I see,” he said and checked the card. “Seems fine – very fine …” There was a definite double meaning of that. “But you both know that giving the driver a blowjob is illegal, right? Your attention should be on the road, not on your cock.” He tried not to smile too much. “That’s a pretty hefty fine along with a potential record there …”

Jensen smiled and ran a hand over his re-hardening cock. “Is there no way, we could work this out, officer?” Cash looked at him with a curious look. Was this going the way he thought it was gonna go?

The guy looked speculative for a moment and a bit undecided. “Maybe there is … about half a mile up the road, there is a lay bye covered by trees. Wanna go there and … work it out?”

Jensen now grinned and knotted. The cop walked to his bike and put his helmet back on.

As the hit the road and drove up there, Jensen looked at Cash. “I think he might want you to do it, but I you don’t want to, I’ll handle it.” Cash smiled. “If he wants me to suck him, I’ll do it. But I want you to fuck me the first time …” Jensen smiled and squeezed Cash’s thigh.

As they pulled into the lay bye, the cop was getting back of the bike and took of the helmet, while unbuttoning the leather jacket. Under it, he had well defined body that was hugged by a t-shirt and showed of his muscled upper body. The pants hugged his legs perfectly, showing his ass off.

Jensen and Cash opened the doors, as the guy walked to Cash’s side of the car. The guys in the car looked at each other and grinned.

“So, should we … work this out?”

Cash got out of the car and went to his knees in front of the officer, running a hand over the growing bulge in front of his pants. Jensen walked around the car and stood watching, as Cash unzipped the pants. He ran his hand under the fabric and felt a pretty impressive piece of meat; he got it manoeuvred out and revealed an eight and a bit more inch cock, that was just about Jensen’s thickness. There was a musky smell of sweaty balls, coming from the mans cock.

Cash stroked the expanding, hardening cock and took the head in his mouth. Above him, the guy started to moan, as the teenager started to slide more and more of the shaft down his mouth. “Fuck, I see why you wanted to get blown by him … mmh yeah, suck my cock, boy.” The guy ran a hand into Cash’s hair and started to thrust more into his mouth, sliding it as far down as he could, before Cash started to gag. Next to him, Jensen knelt down and unzipped Cash’s jeans, slid them under his ass, freed the hard prick from the white CK briefs and started to stroke Cash off.

The boy was moaning as he got his prick jerked of and moved his head faster up and down, tightening his lips around it and sucked harder.

“Ah fuck yes … I’m gonna feed you a proper load of cum, boy. Oh, shit yeah, move those lips faster … I get why you want his mouth on your cock. It should never be off …”

Jensen laughed as he stroked the teen hunk’s cock and ran a hand up his back, into the soft blond, curly hair. “Yeah, suck his cock, babe. Get that cock down there. I’ll teach you to deep throat later in the hotel.” The college hunk could not wait to get somewhere with his new fuck you. They were going to have a long night – and some long nights in the hotel room in Princeton, since there was not room with Edison.

The blowjob kept going for a good fifteen minutes, before the cop started to moan; finally, he started to shoot his load down Cash’s throat, under a lot of swearing and moaning.

As he started to come down, he withdrew from Cash’s mouth and let him suck it clean.

“Holy fuck that was good. Been a long time, since I got a blowjob that good.” He looked down at the two on their knees and noticed Jensen’s raging hard cock. “Got something for him there?”

Jensen grinned and got to his feet, whipping out his cock and quickly slipping in into Cash’s mouth, sliding it in until he made Cash gag and his cock head was against the back of the teens throat. In about five minutes, he started to shoot his second load down his best friend’s brother’s throat. Cash was happily taking the creamy white fluid, humming around it and sucking it clean, as Jensen pulled back out of his mouth.

Before he barely realised, Jensen had him on his seat on the car, between his knees and Cash’s cock in his mouth, rapidly sucking him of and made him blow in his mouth. Rather than swallowing, Jensen crawled up and kissed Cash, sharing the 18-year-olds cum with him.

Behind them, the cop was shoving his cock back into his pants, while enjoying the show.

“Fuck that was good,” he said, as the boys got back up for air. “Now, keep your cock out of his mouth while driving; pull over next time.” Before getting on his bike, the guy took a piece of paper and scribbled something on it. Rather than being a fine, it was a name, Rob, and a phone number. “If you pass through again and have some extra time, give me a ring. Maybe we could have some more fun together, get you out of another ticket.”

Jensen took it and smiled. “You got it, dude. And we will be more careful.”

They parted ways, Rob going back to his designated spot, while Jensen and Cash got on the road again – this time, Jensen remembered to turn on his police scanner, so they would be warned.

*** *** ***

Around dinner time, they pulled into a dinner in the outskirts of a city.

Jensen got them burgers, fries and Pepsi; Cash had almost gulped his entire burger and half his fries down, before Jensen was done taking a sip of his drink. With a grin he watched Cash chow down like a good pup. “Got something else for you to do that to later,” he mumbled under his breath. Cash looked up at him and grinned, looking around to check that no one had heard.

“We got about an hour or something to the hotel, so we are not that much in a hurry.”

Cash knotted, mouth full of fries. “How far do we need to drive tomorrow?” he asked, when he emptied his mouth.

“Not that long. Four-five hours. We are almost halfway. It is only because I went from Boston this morning to pick you up, that we are this late.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry that my parents made you offer to bring me …”

Jensen laughed. “Don’t worry. Even if we had not gotten to … do stuff, I don’t mind. I had to go home first anyways.” Under the table, the muscle hunk pushed his leg against Cash’s. “But fuck me, I’m glad I was right about you!” he said in a low voice and smiled. Jensen was not gay, but definitely bi sexual and so far, he had tried very few stuff he did not like. There was some of the really kinky shit that turned him of; using a bit of tying up was fine, but there was really nasty shit he had seen but just found to be too much. One guy had been into fisting and all that stuff and Jensen had just had to back out. However, fucking his friend’s hot brother was really getting him of.

Before leaving, they picked up some water. While Cash was putting it away in his side of the car, Jensen walked up behind him and patted his shoulder, quickly looking around. As Cash turned around, Jensen pushed him against the car and kissed him, holding him tightly against his 200-pound muscled body. As he let go, Cash was out of breath.

“Hey, babe,” Jensen started, keeping Cash against him, “if you don’t want to do anything tonight, I won’t make you. I wanna be your first, but no pressure.”

Cash smiled a bit shy to the big guy holding him. “I want you to be my first. I have wanted to have sex with you since I was thirteen or fourteen. Now I can get what I want – who knows when I get that chance again?”

“Just say the word,” Jensen answered and pecked his lips again. “Get in the car, cups.”

“Cups? Really?” Cash groaned as he got in the car. It had been his nickname when he was a kid, because he had been adorably cute.

“Well, when it fits …” Jensen laughed and stroked his hand up Cash’s thigh. He pulled out from the parking lot and of they were.

Just about 45 minutes later, the Camaro pulled up in front of a nice looking, upscale motel. It was a new place, build in five stories, with all the rooms over the reception and eating areas. When Cash noticed it was a nice place, Jensen smiled and looked at him. “Of course. I’m not gonna bring you to some crap place!”

They got out of the car, grabbed their bags and walked towards the reception. Jensen had pulled a zip-up hoodie on, as they walked form the car.

At the reception, the lone girl there evidently eyed Jensen and very obviously flirted with him, not he was not having it. Had he not been with Cash, he would probably had taken her up on the obvious invitation to spend the night between her legs – but Jensen planned on spending the night between Cash’s.

When she handed him the room key, she lingered just for a moment and added a “Just come down if you – need – anything …” with a wink and a smile.

Jensen knotted and gave her a smile and walked to the elevator with Cash. As the doors had closed, Cash could not help laughing. “I think she was interested in more than just welcoming you here!”

The hunk shook his head in disbelief. “Well, I hopefully got a better offer for tonight.” He looked at Cash and smiled, with a sly grin around him mouth. He ran a hand down Cash’s back and squeezed his firm butt. Before they got further though, the elevator opened on the top floor.

They found their room and Jensen swiped their key card.

It was a nice room, with a view over the city that they were close to. There was only a single queen size bed in it, a pretty decent bathroom, with a big shower cabin with glass doors.

As the door closed, Jensen grabbed Cash’ bag and dumped it in a chair, before he pulled Cash into a tight embrace. They kissed each other deeply, running their hands under each other’s shirts. Cash unzipped Jensen’s hoodie and pulled it of him, along with the cap and ran his hands through Jensen’s soft, blonde hair.

“Hmmm … you are getting braver, aren’t you?” Jensen laughed into Cash’s mouth.

Cash responded by grinning and running a hand below Jensen’s pants, grabbing his ass and squeezing it. Jensen pulled away and grabbed the hem of Cash’s t-shirt, before he pulled it over his head in a single movement, followed by his own tank top. “Should we grab a shower to get the car smell of?” Cash knotted and ran his hands down the jock’s muscular back.

Jensen pulled Cash into the bathroom after kicking their shoes of. He unzipped Cash’s tight, stretchy jeans and pushed them below his firm ass, before he pushed him down on the counter and pulled the jeans all of him. The jock stepped back and admired the angelic 18-year-old sitting in front of him. Cash was naturally creamy light skinned, without a single speck on his gorgeous, firm body. His nipples were just the right shade of pink, same as his perfect, full lips.

“Like what you see?” Cash asked with a shy smile. He was not used to be looked at like that.

“More than you can even fucking imagine, babe …” He stepped up to Cash and pulled him into a kiss, making the sexy, young hunk wrap his legs around his hips. “This is gonna be amazing,” he mumbled into Cash’s mouth. He ran his hands over the perfect body of his best friend’s baby brother. Jensen was happy that he was the one who got to take Cash the first time. Really, if he had the choice, he would probably never let anyone else close to him; but that would not be fair. He should have all the experiences that Jensen had had or the opportunity, anyways.

Cash ran his hands down between his and Jensen’s body, untying the strings of the tight track pants, before sliding them below his ass cheeks. Jensen allowed his toy to get of the counter and pull the pants all the way of him, while running his hands up down the muscled thighs.

Jensen pulled his trunks down and almost ripped Cash’s briefs of him, before pulling him into the shower cabin and turned the water on, cranking the heat up to almost scalding hot.

Water was cascading over their hot, muscled bodies, as Jensen held him in a tight embrace, lips locked together, Cash sucking on his tongue.

Jensen ran his hands down over Cash’s body, running his fingers in-between his ass cheeks.

They soaped each other up, with Jensen taking the lead. He turned Cash around, pulling his back against his firm eight pack stomach; he ran his hands down over Cash gorgeous body. He ran a hand under Cash balls, massaging them, probing his butt and perineum. Jensen’s fluffed up cock was nestled between Cash’s well shaped, firm ass cheeks; neither had a massive bubble butt, but rather firm, high and tight ass cheeks. He could feel Cash’s sphincter quiver, as he ran a finger over it.

“Wanna wash me?” Jensen mumbled into Cash’s ear.

Cash knotted and Jensen let him free from the embrace. His cock was rock hard by now.

He took the soap and started to lather up the 200-pound hunk in front of him. Cash ran his hands over his arms, under the pits and down the side of his body. Soapy water was running down his body, over his hard stomach. To wash Jensen’s legs, Cash knelt in front of him, running soap over his muscled legs, making circle movements over his thighs, before slipping his fingers around the big, heavy balls and down Jensen’s cock. He stroked and lathered it up, before moving around and washing his back.

The hot water was streaming down over them, as Jensen pulled him back into the embrace.

When the soap had been washed of, they got out of the cabin and dried each other with big, fluffy white towels.

“So, you wanna do this, babe? We don’t have to; we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Cash smiled to Jensen and pulled him to the bedroom.

In there, Jensen took the lead, pushing Cash down on the bed. He started to kiss his way down the tight teenager’s body, nibbling a bit on his tits, before moving his way down over his stomach. Cash reacted naturally to the pleasure, grabbing the sheets and arching his back; Jensen realised that his toy was more than ready for this. To take the edge of, he wrapped his lips around Cash’s rock-hard cock head, quickly getting him of; Cash was trashing around on the bed, as he dumped his load in Jensen’s mouth.

The hunk sat up and swallowed, smiling to the panting Cash. “Now that you got the edge of, we can take it slower!” He crawled down between the long, slender, muscled legs, pushing them back and rolled Cash’s legs up.

Cash choked up, as Jensen started to lick and kiss the perfect ass hole.

When Jensen thought, that he had relaxed enough, he started to slide a finger in, quickly finding his prostate and started to probe it. Jensen took Cash’s balls in his mouth, while he started to finger the teenage ass and Jensen got the response that he was looking for.

After a couple of minutes, Jensen carefully slid a second finger up Cash’s ass, twisting them and working his prostate hard. Cash was starting to moan and his cock was iron hard now, leaking precum.

Jensen took his time, until he was sure Cash was ready; the gorgeous teenager was trashing on the bed, and almost ready to beg for Jensen to fuck him now.

He protested, when Jensen removed his fingers from his ass and got up.

“Please … please …” he moaned, looking up at Jensen.

“Don’t worry – it’s about to get better, babe,” he answered with a big smile. Jensen found an ultra-thin magnum condom and a bottle of lube. While Cash was laying back, with his mouth a bit open, starring, Jensen rolled the condom down over his ten-inch, thick cock. He stroked it a couple of times, before he smeared some of the lube over Cash’s sphincter and his condom covered cock.

He aimed the cock head at Cash ass, carefully starting to push and probe. Cash looked scared, but Jensen leaned down and kissed him. “If it hurts, I will stop, alight?” Cash knotted and Jensen started to push a bit harder, until he felt Cash’s ass give in and spread open to him.

Cash cried out in pain, as his ass was spread wide; nothing, not his own finger or Jensen fingers had made him spread that much. His ass muscled had to expand so much, to take the girth of Jensen’s prick.

Jensen kept still, though he desperately wanted to dig deeper. “Relax, try pushing back … yeah, like that. Breath, babe … yeah, see. That’s it. It will hurt a bit, but we will take it slow; I’m not gonna force it, relax, relax.” Cash focused on the sound of Jensen’s voice – and the feeling of being stretched. The pain was not as bad, but it was there. “Can I keep going?”

Cash knotted and Jensen started to slowly rock back and forth, sliding bit by bit into him. Inch by inch, Jensen started fuck more and more of his cock into Cash’s tight ass. It was squeezing so hard around his cock, the muscles moving.

The pain was not as bad any longer; after having taken a bit more than a third of it, Cash started to feel other sensations. It was starting to feel good. His prostate and all the nerve endings around his ass was feeling good and the sensation was growing. He was getting so filled, as Jensen sank deeper and deeper into him. When he thought there could not possibly be more cock, Jensen pulled back a bit and just kept going, manoeuvring around all things that got in the way of his cock.

Finally, Cash felt Jensen’s trimmed pubes against his ass, the hunks lap against him.

He just rested there for a moment, marvelling in the feeling of the tight ass around his cock.

“Oh, fuck that is so big …” Cash moaned. Jensen smiled and pecked his lips. “Ten inches, first fuck. I would have expected more resistance! But you wanted my cock, didn’t you, babe?”

Cash smiled.

Jensen started to pull out a bit, forcing his way back in, slowly increasing the part of his cock that he withdrew, before fucking back in. Cash’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, the pain quickly subsiding and getting substituted with pleasure.

The teen was whimpering and crying under him and Jensen started fuck harder and faster. He was not going to plough Cash hard – not for the first fuck anyways – but he went harder on his ass.

As he kept fucking, Cash started to cum, shooting his second load all over his stomach and chest.

His ass muscles were quivering and Jensen could feel that he was going to shoot soon. His orgasm was building in his balls. A fine layer of sweat was coating Jensen and Cash, a couple of drops running down Jensen’s back and arms. He started to use shorter and harder thrusts, slamming the last three inches or so in and out of him.

“Oh, fuck yes, I’m gonna cum … oh shit yeah! Fuck your ass is so tight babe …” With a couple of hard thrusts, he slammed home and started to shoot, moaning out as he came with his cock deeply lodged in Cash’s ass. “Fuck that was amazing …” Jensen moaned. He laid down on top of Cash, locking his lips to Cash’s. He rotated his hips a bit, as he was running his hands through Cash’s hair; one hand slipped under his new playthings ass.

When Jensen finally got up and withdrew his cock from Cash, he looked down on him and laughed out of breath. “So, how do you feel about it?” he asked, as he slid the filled condom of his cock.

“Love it …” Cash mumbled, out of breath, as he ran a hand down over Jensen’s stomach.

Jensen laid down next to cash and pulled him up on top of him, wrapping an arm around him. “Nap and then round two?” Cash knotted, almost already sleeping.

Now that Jensen had broken Cash in, the second round – and the third round and the fourth round of blowjobs in a 69 position in the morning – went down much easier. Cash was sore, but he enjoyed having Jensen’s big cock up his ass. Jensen showed him a number of imaginative positions. Jensen really enjoyed ploughing Cash, with the teens face pushed into the bed, hands held down on each side of his head, ass in the air, as well as with Cash on his back on the bed, legs wrapped around Jensen’s hips and the hunk standing up, ploughing him.

By early morning, they were covered in sweat and cum; after another shower, they slumped down on the bed and was off to sleep, cock and balls well-drained, Cash ass sore. They were laying with arms and legs tangled into each other, naked, under thin bed sheet cover.

In the morning, Jensen woke up to the feeling of his cock getting sucked and his balls being played with. As he looked down, he saw Cash’s head bop up and down, taking as much of the shaft as he could from this position.

“Oh, fuck what kind of beast have I awaken in you? Shit …” he moaned, as he slid his hands into Cash’s hair, enjoying getting blown, arching his back and stretching his muscled body out.

When they finally got up and got dressed, Jensen went through Cash bag while he was in the shower. He grabbed a pair of his tight, ripped up jeans and a tight t-shirt and briefs, which he put on the bed, while zipping up the bag.

Cash shook his head and laughed, as he put on the clothing Jensen had put out for him. All of it with the purpose of showing of his body. “You know Ed will think it is weird, right?”

“Hey, you look good in it. Who cares for whose sake it is?” he grinned, as they left the room.

*** *** ***

Four hours after leaving the hotel, they arrived at Princeton University.

Cash called Edison before they arrived; after stopping by their hotel to check in and left their bags – Cash pulled a hoodie with a zip on – they headed for the campus.

Edison greeted them in front of his dorm building. He shared his room with another guy who he introduced them to; Morgan was African-American, with close cropped black hair, almost black eyes and a deep caramel skin tone. He had about an inch or two on Cash, but a pretty good build; maybe fifteen pounds heavier than Cash, but lighter build than Ed or Jensen.

“So, I guess we should take a tour of the campus, since Cash came all this way to see the place …”

They spent the afternoon seeing the campus, before they went for an early dinner. In the evening, Ed brought them to some sorority party, where the ice hockey team and other jocks of course was the guests of honour. Cash chatted with a couple of the girls who was obviously playing on showing as much of their tits as possible; some made pretty obvious suggestions of going back to their room for a private party. At one point he saw Jensen being hit pretty obviously on by some of them; he caught Cash’s eyes across the room and rolled his eyes. Jensen was more interested in getting back to the hotel with Cash.

Finally, when it didn’t seem too rude to bail, Cash and Jensen left, saying they had to be back at the hotel before one or they would be locked out.

Jensen pushed Cash up against the closed door and pried his mouth open.

“Fuck I have been thinking of your mouth around my cock since those chicks started to flash their tits to get me to their rooms …” he moaned into Cash mouth, as he ran a hand through his hair. “Mmm …”

Jensen pulled Cash into the bedroom, where he yanked the t-shirt over his head. “Good thing I got those jeans on you – so much to look at while they dragged us all over the fucking campus …”

Cash laughed and ran his hands under Jensen’s shirt; it hugged his upper body so perfectly and Cash had been almost drooling over the hunk all day. “Ed had promised to show the university to me! You knew what you had gotten yourself into.”

“That was before I knew it was an alternative to fuck you – thank fuck they have got classes tomorrow …” Jensen answered and pushed Cash down on the bed. He ran his hands over Cash’s thighs, slipping them under the ripped fabric. “When you leant over that railing in the library … fuck I wanted to rail you right then and there!” Jensen pulled his own shirt over his head, and climbed down on top of Cash, grabbing his hands and held them down next to his head and kissed him.

“I’m glad you noticed!” Cash laughed. He squeezed his hands down under Jensen’s jeans and cupped his ass cheeks. “What do you want to do tomorrow while Ed got classes?”

“First … I want to spend the morning here … doing whatever dirty things I can come up with to you …” he answered, kissing Cash, sliding his tongue into his toy’s mouth. “Should we see if we could get Morgan into bed with us? Dude’s hot – not as hot as you, but …”

Cash laughed. “Nice save there …” Jensen got up and started to unbutton Cash’s jeans and pulled them down and of off him. Cash reached up and ripped open Jensen’s jeans. Within seconds they were down to their underwear, wrestling on the bed sheets. Jensen started to push Cash down, the teen willingly crawling down, sliding Jensen’s trunks off; he wrapped his mouth around the quickly hardening cock. He could take most of it down his throat by now.

“You are fucking amazing!” Jensen moaned; Cash tightened his lips around the cock in his mouth.

Jensen ran his hands through Cash’s hair, nuzzling his neck. When he could feel that his orgasm was quickly approaching, he pulled – with a bit of a fight – Cash of his cock. “Easy there! I promise you can have it later – but right now there is something else I want …” He threw Cash back on the bed and slid his briefs of him, getting down and rimming him out; the slightly musky smell didn’t bother him, as he was lapping at his fuck toy’s rim. At the same time, he started to jerk Cash’s cock, probing his pucker and slid a finger in and toyed with his prostate; the boy started to moan and whimper. He was still at bit sore from their almost all-nighter, but he was also horny and Jensen’s manipulation of his pleasure knot had him going.

200 pounds of muscles moved up over the moaning teenager; Jensen looked at him and grinned. “Want to get fucked again?” Cash pleaded yes and reached for Jensen’s cock, but the hunk grabbed his hands and pulled them out of the way.

“Don’t worry – you’ll get it …” He reached for the lube and squirted a generous amount over his fuck toys ass and massaged it in a bit, before aiming his shaft at the sphincter. He started to push in, quickly sinking in to the hilt. “Fuck yesss … that ass is so good, babe …” he moaned, as he started to thrust in and out, speeding up. Cash’s ass muscles clamped so hard down on him.

Jensen pushed Cash further up the bed, getting a better traction by lodging his feet at the food of the bed, using more leverage to piston fuck the tight ass pussy.

He had been ready to go for most of the day, having thought about the previous night whenever he could not keep his mind on whatever Ed and Morgan was talking about. He had watched Cash walk, with the tight jeans hugging his beautiful buns, with the skin showing through the rips; he had thought of ways of adding some strategic rips to them all day.

Just moments before he came, Jensen pulled free of Cash’s ass, before rolling him onto his stomach, laying back down on top of him, twisting his head and sliding his tongue into his mouth, while sliding his cock up and down between the firm, warm ass cheeks. In a quick movement, he forced his cock back up its new favourite home, wrapping his legs around Cash’s.

“Mmm … fuck you are so big … fuck my ass” Cash cried into Jensen’s mouth, gasping and panting for air, his hard cock being pushed into the bed and rubbed hard against the sheet. “Fuck it’s so good … oh shit yesss!” he cried out as he started to cum into the bed. The convulsions transcended into Cash’s ass and his ass muscles clamped down harder and massaged Jensen so fucking good, the hunk could not hold back anymore. With a roar, he started to cum up Cash, breeding his teenage ass.

Jensen kept thrusting and rotating his cock, keeping it deeply lodged in Cash’s ass, remaining iron hard. He started to fuck back in and out in short and hard strokes. The boy was moaning and whimpering below him, twisting and meeting his thrusts, high on his orgasm, the overstimulation of his ass, testosterone running through his body.

They kept fucking, until they both came again. Jensen pumped another thick load deeply into Cash’s pussy. “Fuck you would be knocked up by now, babe … oh shit, I love you,” Jensen moaned into Cash’s mouth. The boy laughed hoarse, out of breath, below him. Sweat was shining over their bodies, their hair wet and plastered to their heads. “We should probably shower before bed …” Jensen mumbled and Cash knotted as much as he could.

Slowly, the hunk got up, sliding his softening cock out of Cash’s worn ass, separating their sticky bodies. He helped Cash up and they went to the shower, hosing down.

Afterwards, they collapsed naked on the bed, only just pulling a cover over them, quickly falling asleep.

*** *** ***

The following days they spent in much the same way; Ed and Morgan showed them around the city, brought them to some of the popular bars and clubs – Morgan got a fake ID for Cash.

On the last morning, Cash and Jensen was woken up when there was a loud knock on the door to their room and they could hear Ed and Morgan telling them to get the fuck out of bed. Cash scrambled to get out of one of the two beds in the room; strategically, they had messed both three-quarter beds up, so it looked like both had been used, just for this situation. In the speed, he pulled a pair of trunks on and got in the other bed.

Jensen pulled a pair of sweats on, made his bed look slightly less like they had fucked most of the morning in it, and went to open the door, while Cash opened the terrace door next to his bed.

“How the fuck could it take so long to open, dude?” Ed asked as they walked in.

“Fuck off, we were sleeping,” answered Jensen, yawning and rubbing his eyes. He threw himself back on his bed, covering some of the cum spots on the sheets. Cash noticed, that Morgan checked out Jensen’s bare upper body, as he sat down on a chair, while Edison dropped down next to his brother. Besides Ed being bigger, they looked so much alike; same eyes and features, hair and general build.

“Okay, so I got a fucking replacement lecture today, even though we should be off and we have to be there, otherwise they will dump our grades by some points,” Edison started, “so would it be alright with you, if I leave you to Morgan’s mercy for the day?”

“Yeah, sure, then we don’t have to look at your stupid face!” answered Cash with a laugh. Ed play punched him and laughed as well.

“Alright. I will bail then!” He slapped Morgan on the shoulder and headed out. “Don’t fuck him too much up!” he added and grinned to Cash and Jensen.

As the door closed, Morgan looked at them. “Alright, so I was thinking we could go get something to eat and then see where the day takes us?” The two other guys agreed. Cash went to the bathroom to shower – first time for almost a week he went alone, without Jensen.

Morgan looked at his ass, as he walked out. Jensen just caught him checking his own new toy out.

“I don’t think Ed would like that …” he said in a low voice.

Morgan looked surprised at him and blushed. “That would be hypocritical of him …”

Jensen raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Shit …” Morgan mumbled, “I should not have said that. Please forget it …”

“You and Ed have done stuff?”

Morgan hesitated. “Yeah … well, everyone experiments?”

“True, but there is experimentation and then there is having a fuck buddy.” Morgan didn’t reply. The water had stopped in the shower and Cash came back out in a clean pair of black Pump briefs. He pulled a pair of tight jeans on, while Jensen headed for the shower. Morgan tried to keep his eyes of the tight, young body, until Jensen came back out and dressed.

While walking through the reception, Morgan had to slip to the toilets.

As they waited, Jensen whispered to Cash “I think Ed and Morgan fuck …”

Cash dropped his jaw. “What? Why?”

Jensen looked if Morgan was coming back yet. “Just something he said, after checking out your perky ass. But we got all day with him…”

“Yeah … you want him to do something to my perky ass?”

He laughed, but not as much or freely as Cash would have expected from that joke. “Nope, your perky ass belongs to me for as long as I can keep it to myself!” He gave Cash’s butt a quick squeeze and sent him a crooked smile.

“Good – I thought you were already tired of me …” Cash said, almost only joking.

If they had been alone, Jensen would have kissed him and cuddled him – and maybe not fucked him. But he was being adorable right now. Instead he mumbled “Just wait ‘till I get you on my own later, babe!” as he saw Morgan re-emerge from the bathrooms.

A warm sensation ran down Cash’s spine, emitting into his stomach region.

The day went down well. They went to a café for some breakfast and coffee, before they headed for the university museum – Ed had not cared to show that to them and both Jensen and Cash was interested in seeing it. They grabbed a light lunch, but for dinner, Morgan brought them to a cool basement dinner-style place. The lighting was low and walls covered with all sorts of decorations; walls in the toilets was covered in thousands of stickers and posters, some of the rare ones lit up, but it was clean and it did not smell like piss or like it had not been cleaned for months.

At the dinner, some of Morgan and Ed’s friends bumped into them and they started to chat. Cash acted like he was interested, but really, he wanted to get back to the hotel with Jensen. But he knew that they would not be able to get away until sometime later. He excused himself to go to the toilet and went into a cubicle and closed the door.

He sat there for a moment, relaxing, until there was a knock on the door. “Cash?” He recognised Jensen’s deep voice.

“Yeah?”

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry … they were just getting a bit much.”

There was a bit of silence, before “Will you let me in?”

He hesitated for a moment, before unlocking the door. Jensen stepped in and filled up the reminder of the space in the cubicle.

“Hey,” he said in a low voice, before pulling the 18-year-old into him.

Cash sighed and melted a bit into Jensen’s body.

“We are leaving tomorrow … and I think we can take some extra time if you want to?” Jensen said and looked down on him, while running a hand down Cash back, making circular movements with his thumb.

Cash knotted and smiled. “I would like that …”

“Good. Also, I just thought – should you not also see Boston Uni? Just to compare?”

“Mmmh … why does that sound like an attempt at getting me all alone?”

“Because it is!” Jensen laughed quietly. “We can call your parents tomorrow, if you want to?” Cash just knotted again, while he ran a hand down to the waist of Jensen’s jeans, with a finger unbuttoning the top button. Jensen looked down and laughed in a low voice. “If you wanna …” he just said with a smile, before Cash happily sank to his knees, unbuttoned the last buttons and pushed down Jensen’s jeans and briefs, taking the thick, fluffed up cock in his mouth and started to suck.

They didn’t have that much time, so Cash did all the things he knew Jensen liked and which he knew would get him off quickly. Within five minutes, Jensen panted and shot of into his mouth and Cash happily swallowed.

He got up and licked his lips and smiled to Jensen. “You can have more later,” he said and winked.

Jensen laughed and slapped his ass when they left the toilet.

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The following morning, Cash and Jensen was heading for Boston. Jensen again avoided the high ways, so it was going to take about twice as long. Cash realised that it was much more enjoyable and there were more secluded spots along the main roads.

At a parking spot along the road, Cash called his parents. As he leaned against the car and waited for one of them to pick up, Jensen came up to him and pushed himself against him, nibbling on his neck. Cash grinned and ran a hand down over Jensen’s chest. They had only been able to squeeze a single morning bang in, before they had to check out and head back north.

Finally, the phone was answered.

“Hi mom … yeah, thank you it was great. Ed showed me the campus and we met some of his friends and had a good time …” As he talked, Jensen turned him around and pushed him against the car. Cash put a hand on Jensen’s stomach, but no matter. He still pushed himself against Cash and kissed his neck. “Ed told me to say hi and please send more money!” he continued and laughed. In the meantime, Jensen had reached for Cash’s buttons and ripped them open. “So, mom … ahm, I actually called to ask if it was alright, if I went with Jensen to Boston; he want to show me the uni there, just for me to compare … yeah?” He turned his head around and watched the devious grin on Jensen’s face, as he went to his knees. “Fucking Christ …” me mumbled quietly, so his mom wouldn’t hear. His jeans were pulled down over his ass and his tight briefs followed down, before Jensen buried his face in his ass and started to lick him; Cash tried to strangle his loud gasp, as the first finger slipped past his entrance. “Thanks mom! I promise not to be a trouble – he offered …” Cash just managed to strangle a loud moan, when Jensen really started to finger his prostate. “Okay, yeah. Alright. Ahhh – I mean, I will mom … oh, before I forget, could you transfer some money to my account, please? Yeah? Thank you, mom! Love you! Say hi to dad!”

He made sure that the call was properly finished, before he let out a loud moan. “Oh, fucking Christ! What are you trying to do?!” he moaned and leaned against the car. Jensen only surfaced long enough to laugh “Just having some fun, babe!” before he got back to business.

“Ahhh …” Cash moaned. Jensen rimmed him and licked his perfect ass, before he got up, slid a condom on – just to avoid some of the mess as they could now shower – and used his saliva as lube and slid his cock head in past Cash’s sphincter. The boy whimpered, as Jensen slid his cock into him and started to slowly fuck him. “I love you …” Cash murmured. Jensen stopped for a moment and Cash looked back at him, worried that he had said something wrong, but the bigger guy had a gorgeous smile on his lips. “I love you too, Caspian,” he whispered and started to move again, slowly fucking Cash, embracing him with his big, muscled arms and kissed his neck and lips.

After fucking to completion, they got back on the road and headed for Boston. Cash ran a hand up and down Jensen’s thigh. They talked easily and comfortably with each other. It was only necessary with a single stop more for some dinner and a bit of cuddling in the car. Cash sat in Jensen’s lap, with his legs over the centre console, as they were kissing each other. No matter how innocent they tried to be, Jensen still ran his hands under the rips in Cash’s jeans and Cash could feel the hunk’s erection against his butt; he could not help himself wiggling just a bit, frustrating Jensen.

When they arrived at the Boston University main campus, it was mid evening, sun setting.

The campus was virtually deserted, at least compared with during term; but they were still in recess, so it was pretty quiet.

They went to Jensen’s student apartment; usually, he had a roommate, but Erick was not there right now.

It was the first night in over a week where they didn’t have sex; but they made up for it in the morning, with Cash purring on his back on the bed, Jensen on top of him, legs wrapped around of each other and Jensen holding Cash’s hands down next to his head.

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Epilogue

Jensen had a very difficult conversation with Edison a couple of weeks later. He admitted more or less everything – though he kept most of the details for himself; he doubted that Edison wanted to know that he pretty much had fucked his baby brother in any possible ways he could come up with.

“So, I have something to tell you …” Jensen said, sitting across from Ed. “You know when I and Cash came down?” Ed knotted and looked curiously at him. “Well … something happened – and long story short, I am your brother’s boyfriend now.”

Ed looked shell shocked and starred at Jensen for a long moment. “You … he … you are gay?”

“Bi, but that is a detail.”

“And you have … fucked my brother?”

“If you wanna hit me we can go outside, but yes …”

“Fuck, dude … I can’t believe it. That’s why he is going to Boston isn’t it?” Jensen knotted. “You better be fucking good to him … if you break his heart I will run you down …”

Jensen looked up at Ed. “So …”

“I guess … that if it had to be, at least you have good taste. And he could have made worse choices.” Ed half smiled.

Jensen smiled a little bit. “Still friends?”

Edison knotted. “Yeah, no sweat, dude … but just out of curiosity; is he good in bed?”

Jensen laughed out loud now. “You really wanna know how your brother is in bed?”

“Well, I have been fucking with Morgan since second semester. So, it is hard – drop it – to not consider how he is, even if it is my brother.”

“Well,” Jensen started, “if you really want to know … he is amazing. You know the stuff I have never been able to do with girls? Takes it like a champ, pretty much what I throw at him.”

Ed shut his eyes. “I asked myself … my mistake. I thought I wanted to know …”

Jensen laughed. “So, now that you know – can Cash come over to the table now? I brought him with me.”

“Couldn’t last that long without him?” Edison laughed, but knotted.

Cash walked over, wearing Jensen’s favourite ripped jeans on him, and sat down next to Jensen, who put an arm on the backrest behind him; the boy just slightly leaned up against Jensen. “You are not mad?”

Edison shook his head. “If you are happy, that’s all that matter, lil’ bro’.” He squeezed Cash hand and looked at them. It was going to work out, he knew that. He knew them well enough. And of all people, Jensen was the best guy Cash could be with. “Are you not gonna kiss him?” he said to Jensen with narrowed eyebrows. “I told you to be good to him.”

Jensen grinned and turned Cash’s head up by the blond, longish hair and gave him a deep kiss.

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Summer crept across the apartment, the sun igniting the flowers and grasses that grew around the pavement. The hot breeze blowing through the curtains warming up his bare skin. The smell of roses carried in the wind making his nose crinkle. He breathed in deeply, his defined chest rising up and down as he inhaled and exhaled the sweet perfume of the rose garden.

On this warm sultry day in California, young 21 year old Justin laid on his comfy bed in nothing but black boxers. The warm gusts of summer only adding to the heat that was already bubbling within him. There was no chilly soothing breeze to cool the filthy thoughts that were running through his head….

He had been painfully hard since the moment he’d opened his eyes after sleeping in until mid-day. A noticeably large tent poking outwards within his boxers. His heart beating hard. He curls his fingers around the soft bed sheets. A sense of euphoria clouds his head, making his eyes droopy. He softly palms himself through his boxers and he hisses at the contact. Head tilting back on his pillow. Adrenaline slowly courses through his veins. His mind was in a mild frenzy of dirty thoughts… Dirty thoughts about the events of last summer running through his mind. Thoughts of the beautiful Carlo. How badly he wanted him in his bed right now. In this California heat he could barely formulate any other thought.

Carlo was 25, tall and dark with the most beautiful olive skin. He had broad shoulders and thick hairy thighs that made Justin quite nearly salivate every time he laid eyes on him. A warm, goofy smile on a boyish face that always gave him butterflies inside and made his heart skip a beat whenever he was near him. To top it all off were those dark chocolate brown eyes that with one look could turn him to jelly… He was his older brother’s best friend.

Oh how he had longed for him for years. Ever since he’d hit puberty he had been hit with so many unspoken feelings for him.

Justin’s thoughts turned to that unforgettable night, after years of pent-up lust and frustrations for his brother’s hot friend. He finally got what he wanted…

Justin squeezes his cock tightly and goes to town… The smoking hot image of Carlo swirled through his mind, the strong jaw, the long dark eyelashes fluttering, his intense stare… His imagination ran wild and he knew he wouldn’t last long… He could smell him, the sexy scent of his cologne mixed with testosterone. It was all there as his memories take over his senses and he let’s himself fantasize…

“I’m close…” Justin whimpered, sweat dripping down his face, legs trembling around Carlo’s waist, feeling every muscle in his body begin to tighten and contract as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge by every powerful thrust from Carlo. With every inward pump, Carlo’s thick cock continued to hit that spot inside him which was blurring his vision at the edges from just how impossibly good it felt.

They were moving as one now, two perfectly formed men in a unity of sweat, muscle, passion and pure ecstasy.

“Come on pretty boy…” Carlo panted, slamming into Justin with all the strength he has, wrapping his hands around Justin’s head, cupping his face possessively. Droplets of sweat rolling down his rugged face. His ravenous eyes feasting on the moaning, writhing young man beneath him, who was totally under his control. He pounds into him relentlessly as he takes in his beauty.

“Oh my god…” Justin’s soulful brown eyes roll back. He throws his head back into the bed. He was overcome with so many emotions. It all feels so impossibly good. Carlo is so deep within him. So deep. It’s incredible. He hooks his ankles together around Carlo’s sweat slicked back and pushes back to meet every thrust, wanting every inch of him inside.

“Ohhhhh… Carlo… Oh Carlo…” Justin moaned desperately, clawing at the older man’s arms. His big brown eyes welling up as he looked up into Carlo’s dark piercing eyes. His unwavering gaze was making him come apart. He felt so helpless and vulnerable in Carlo’s arms, completely giving in to his body and his dominance. Justin was surrendering to all his deepest secret desires and laying them bare before this man. Suddenly it all hit… Every feeling he’d tried to keep to himself for so long was bubbling up to the surface …it was all too much. He buries his face into Carlo’s masculine chest and moans brokenly.

He gasps as Carlo roughly cups his face with his strong hands and makes him look at him again. His handsome bearded face mere inches apart from his. He could feel his hot breath caress his face as Carlo kept thrusting into him and it sends a cascade of shivers down his spine.

“Carlo… I… I… I…” Justin gasps out.

“You’ve got something to say babe?” Carlo huffs, biting his plump lower lip, slowing down his strokes to a mind numbingly slow pace. It was torturously pleasurable. His thick cock gliding in and out and pushing right against Justin’s prostate with every inward thrust.

” Carlo… oh my…” Justin whimpers softly. Trying to look away as his face was wrapped in his lover’s hands.

“Look at me beautiful” Carlo demands. Plunging in deep and holding himself there. Not pulling out.

Justin lets out a needy, helpless moan. Mouth agape. His chest heaves as he feels all the air leave his lungs for a moment and his toes curl as Carlo stays deep within.

“Come on now boy, look at me” Carlo demands once again, more fire and intent in his voice than before and it makes Justin shiver from head to toe. He then gives a single powerful thrust into Justin, making him gasp for air.

The pre-cum that had been dripping from his cockhead this entire time had now made a small sticky puddle in his lower stomach from how beyond aroused he was.

Justin’s eyes flicker and he once more looks into Carlo’s fiery eyes. Those dark eyes literally pierce right into his soul at that moment and he could have burst right then and there. He knew he couldn’t run from this. He didn’t want to.

“Say it” Carlo whispers, grinding into him.

Justin’s arms reach up and he tangles them around Carlo’s thick, strong neck. He felt like he was about to explode. There was no way Carlo was going to believe anything but the truth. He wanted to give Carl his all but it was almost too powerful an emotion. It was practically consuming him to keep it bottled up inside any longer. Justin gulps hard. He breathes in deeply and gathers the courage to say what he’s wanted to say for so long.

“I love you… I love you” He shakily gasps out, his eyes blowing wide as he reveals his inner truth. He almost couldn’t believe he’d said it. He had never felt more naked, TRULY naked in front of anyone than he did in this moment and it was an intoxicating feeling. He trembles giving into it as it overfloods his senses.

Carlo’s intense look melts into the warmest of smiles.

“Oh you beautiful thing… I love you too” Carlo says as he smiles down at Justin reassuringly.

“I love you” he repeats as he softly caresses Justin’s face.

Carl leaned in to kiss him and Justin immediately parted hips lips for the handsome stud. They moan softly into each other’s mouths as they kissed. Slowly. Tenderly. And it felt like the whole world fell away. This kiss was comforting in ways that Justin never thought anything shared between two people could ever possibly be. He whimpered giving into it. A thousand fireworks went off inside his head. His shaking hands clasp Carlo’s scruffy face pulling him deeper into this mind-numbing kiss.

Carlo reluctantly broke the kiss and gasped for air. He smiled down cheekily down at Justin. He leaned up and placed his hands on Justin’s heaving chest to support himself, pressing Justin down.

“Now… where were we?” Carlo chuckles through a devilish grin.

He then starts pounding into Justin again. Pumping in fast and hard. Justin screams out as he holds unto Carlo’s strong arms. Gripping the skin tight. Ripples of ecstasy flood through Justin with each thrust as he bites his lips to keep from screaming too much but it’s truly impossible.

Carlo runs his hands over Justin’s gorgeous body, feeling the pulse pumping under his bare skin as he caresses his chest. He just keeps pounding into him, lost in the pleasure of being inside a man as beautiful as he is.

“Jerk that cock” Carlo growled, plunging in deep inside Justin.

One of Justin’s hands surges for his dick and he starts to stroke himself as Carlo had ordered him to, Carlo’s every pump sending a powerful jolt of electricity coursing through him. He pumps his leaking cock faster and faster. He feels every muscle in his body go taut and there is a familiar heat reaching boiling point in his lower abdomen. He’s going to explode soon and he knows it.

“Eres tan bello” Carl whispered in spanish.

“Oh Carlo…” Justin whimpered as their bodies collide with each other, both men dripping in sweat. Justin wraps his shaking legs tightly around Carlo’s waist as he feels himself about to erupt any moment now.

“Yeah… That’s it baby… Come on…” Carlo pants encouragingly, knowing what was about to happen. His muscles flexing as he snaps his hips into Justin a little harder to work him over that edge. Justin feels himself tighten and contract around Carlo as he keeps hitting that spot and it’s the most incredible feeling.

“Oh my god!” Justin gasps as he feels his abs tighten. His whole body begins to shudder. He lets out a loud high-pitched scream. This man was about to make him unravel and through all the ecstasy he knew this.

He scrunches his eyes closed tight for a brief moment. Sweat was dripping unheeded down his beautiful boyish face as Carlo pounded into him. He was jerking himself off rapidly now. He falls apart into a puddle of shaky cries at the onslaught of building pleasure that just continued to escalate higher and higher to it’s inevitable release…

“Ahhhh…. Aaaaaaahhh… Aaaaaaaaaah! You’re gonna make me cum!” Justin cries out in a shaky voice, his lips quivering.

“Come on… cum for me beautiful!” Carlo groans, he looks down at Justin with a storm of unbridled lust and burning anticipation in his eyes, wanting to see Justin’s beautiful face as he fucked a hot load out of him. He wraps his large hands around Justin’s sweaty thighs, driving himself into him. He then rams into him. This time the hardest. And that was it for Justin.

Justin lost control. There was no point in trying to hold back because it was inevitable now. He felt a jet of juice force up his shaft.

“I’m cumming!!!” Justin cries out brokenly.

“Cum for me baby boy” Carlo growls, pounding into him.

Justin throws his head back, mouth opened wide and he cries out as he finally bursts all over himself. An explosion of hot cum all over his stomach. His whole body quakes and shudders and he digs his heels into Carlo’s back to steady himself. His toes curling hard.

“Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh” Justin whimpers in pure ecstasy as he has the cum fucked out of him. He scrunches his eyes closed, pumping his cock furiously as warm splashes of his cum spurt out in thick juicy ropes. Jets of the milky white substance flying everywhere.

“There you go baby… that’s it” Carlo pants reassuringly, fucking the younger man through his incredible high.

“Ooooohhhhhh Carlo!” Justin cries out loudly as cum spurts over his shaking hand, which was still gripping and pumping his beautiful cock tightly. His body spasms from head to toe and he completely comes apart with his lover’s name on his lips.

“Caaaaarllllllllooo” he screams, clawing desperately at Carlo’s arm with his free hand as the last few lingering bursts of semen shoot out. His mid section is completely soaked at this point. His chest heaves and he throws his head back as he whimpers through it all. It was the most exquisite release of his entire life.

Hearing Justin cry out his name in the throes of ecstasy was too much for Carlo. His balls exploded and he started to slam into Justin with incredible ferocity. His mouth flung open and he howled like a beast.

“HOLY…FUCKING……………. SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!” He grunted. A huge fountain of cum blasted out from his slit deep, deep inside Justin. His body quaked at the force of his release and he collapsed on top of Justin, his release making electric jolts of euphoria course through his veins. His body shook as his legs and arms give out.

Their highs subsided slowly. Both men breathlessly grunting as the frantic motion slowed until, after what had seemed to be an eternity, they collapsed against each other. Between them there lay a lake of Justin’s semen. It smothered his smooth abs and matted Carl’s hairy treasure trail to his body. It was the huge sticky aftermath of their wild romp.

They kissed with supreme passion and embraced even harder as they sunk into each other. Skin against skin. Their bodies limp as they breathe each other in. Tired and in a hazy daze of lust and love…

Back to reality Justin’s hand flew up and down his cock fast now. His muscles coiled. The loud echo of his own cry startled him, his body was trembling, his legs spread out as he slips a finger inside himself. Probing his most intimate spot. He felt his heart jump, felt the catch in his throat. His buttocks were clenched tightly around his finger. A sheen of sweat began coating his beautiful skin.

His arms were taut, his strong upper arms bulging, as his hands squeezed his cock tightly. Stroking himself to completion. He gasped and shook violently, throwing his head back as he shot his load, he could feel the hot sticky liquid pouring through his clenched fist. He buries his face into the pillow and lets out a guttural groan, bucking wildly as he busts thick juicy ropes of cum. His lungs ached, his whole body felt like it had just exploded. He was panting hard. He let his hand drop down, his cock suddenly released from the iron grip of his hand. His legs started to ache, from being so taut as he came undone. His chest heaved, as he tried to breathe again, sucking in air. Sweat was dripping from his forehead, across his trembling chest. It took him what felt like forever before he could feel his body begin to relax again…

“Fuck I needed that” Justin says softly. He gradually sits up and grabs his boxers, which he uses to clean off the mess of cum he’d made on himself and discards them on the floor near the bed after he’s scrubbed clean.

Justin sighs longingly… Oh how he wished he could have Carlo right there with him once again….

Stunned I wasn’t too sure how to react, I was now starring at Kyle the only guy that could and maybe would have come between me and Riley. I must have looked like a complete imbecile. My breath escaped me, my heart started racing and I couldn’t speak. Kyle walked up to me and his lips hit mine, well the sparks went into overdrive and I kissed back forgetting our surroundings and the fact that less than a day ago his older brother had fucked me hard. All that mattered to me was Kyle and his tongue stroking my mouth. Every touch made me giddy and weak at the knees. I didn’t want this moment to end, I felt his control his body so warm and inviting, his strong arms flexing holding me, made me feel safe I didn’t want to be anywhere else.

After about fifteen minutes we broke, then I noticed Kyles parents and brother just starring at us mouths open, I also noticed the mass tent in Jake’s shorts he obviously had a different reaction to his parents.

“Kyle!!” Came a shriek from his mum. “That is not how we greet guests especially young men who you only just met.” She said.

“Mum did that kiss look like this is the first time we met, I have had feelings for Cole for months now, it was his room mate who passed away. Besides I think I love him.” Kyle replied.

“Yeah we are in the same fra………..! Wait you think you what?” I didn’t register what he said at first. Now I was coming over all dizzy and light headed.

“I love you.” He said.

“Yeah that’s what I tho………..” I fainted.

The sun was beating down on my face. I could smell the fresh breeze of spring in the air. The various sounds of birds and insects going about their daily lives. I was laying on a blanket in some meadow and at first didn’t seem to register why. Could have sworn I had just been kissed by Kyle in front of his family and now I am in the middle of nowhere in some random meadow in spring. It was odd but somehow felt right. I hitched myself up on my elbows to take in my surroundings but had no idea where I was. Then I picked out a tall athletic figure walking towards me, with his well kept hazel hair with blonde tints, his melting blue eyes. He was shirtless wearing lose cargo shorts. His well defined body had muscle to spare and he captured my breath just like the first time I entered our room on my first day of college. My eyes filled instantly.

“Wasn’t quite what I was expecting.” Riley smiled.

“I, I, I.” Finding words hard to come by.

“Yes you are dreaming Cole you fainted.” He smiled again and I was lost.

“Bbbbbut.” Still unable to talk.

“Yes I am dead, however this is your imagination and you obviously need some sort of closer. Make no mistake, I am not a ghost or a guardian angle. I am your imagination what I do and say is in your head but you must need to hear it from me to get over whatever conflict you have.”

“Please let me be in a coma.” I managed to say a line without breaking.

“Afraid not Cole you will have to wake up soon, but not yet.” He reached out and stroked my cheek, I quickly placed my hands on his as my eyes filled again. I could feel his touch even though I knew it wasn’t real. I just wanted to hold him there.

“Cole you have to let me go or you may let something truly wonderful pass you by.” He said in his authoritarian way only Riley could.

“I don’t want to, I was going to chose you but.” I paused.

“I hit a lorry.” He chuckled, which seemed odd.

“Cole you have to stronger feelings for Kyle to let him walk out your life without trying and come on the boy has admitted he loves you in front of his family.” He said.

“Yeah but I let his brother fuck me yesterday.” I said hoping for some comforting comments.

“Well who doesn’t get a little slutty at our age, Kyle was willing to overlook the fact you may not have chose him, besides you didn’t know he was Kyle’s brother and why would you being so far from home?” He had a point.

I was about to answer when Riley leaned forward and kissed me. It was all I imagined and more I really didn’t want to wake up. We then lay on our side’s just starring at each other. I couldn’t help but feel sorrow knowing this maybe my last interaction with him. Riley must have sensed this of course he did it was in my head. He reached under my trousers and started stroking me. The touch was magic and my body felt like I was floating. I must have got caught in the moment cause I didn’t notice him roll me onto my back or pull my trousers down, I did notice when his mouth sunk on me and I let out a soft moan and wriggled about. His lips were warm and gentle, he took me with no trouble at all and got me to the hights of our magical night together. All I could do was moan as I felt a build up of my seed but he stopped before I released and rolled me over. Dropping his shorts and positioned himself he sunk his manhood deep in me. In the back of my mind I knew it was my imagination but in the front I was screaming “who cares.” I could feel every inch of his nicely proportioned meat and it felt sensational. I moaned loud as his penetrating became faster and deeper I felt myself go and couldn’t help being pushed over my edge. The warm wet patch under my tummyonly heighten the experience. The groans from Riley were like angles singing to me then the sensation deep in me got to new heights as he finished.

We rolled back onto our side and starred at each other again. Time passed and soon enough I was getting drowsy.

“This is it Cole, you have to let me go. Be assured our night was the best night of my life and to quote Whitney, ” I will always love you.” Goodbye Cole and good luck.” Riley started fading out as my eyes grew to heavy to keep them open.

I had no recollection of how long I had been out of it but my eye’s opened and I was laying on a king size bed with the softest duvet I had every felt and the most wonderful golden red flecked eyes starring at me.

“I love you too Kyle.” I smiled up at him.

He leaned down and softly pecked my lips his taste was sweet and I wanted more but something told me we were about to get serious.

“Good to hear Cole.”

“How long was I out?” I asked.

“Oh only about 30 minutes, my parents were worried when you hit the deck like that and were going to call an ambulance but me and Jake stopped them. Jake carried you up to my bed. Which by the looks of you, you found it too comfortable.”

I looked down and my crotch was drenched, I had obviously cum in reality aswell. I turned bright red.

“Kyle, I am…….” He put his finger over my lips.

“It’s OK Cole things like this happen, who were you dreaming about?”

I didn’t answer and just turned my head I didn’t want to see the expression of hurt in his beautiful eyes.

“Riley, I guess.”

“It was a goodbye and move on dream I swear.”

“With a happy ending I see.” He said sarcastically.

“Kyle I do love you.” I said.

“Look at me then.”

I slowly turned to face him. There was no hurt or sorrow in his eye’s, he reached out with the back of his fingers stroked my head and smiled.

“Cole I love you too.”

The end.

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I hope you enjoyed my little tale and apologies for all the ups and downs. I have enjoyed writing it. I was going to continue it but after writing that last line felt it at a natural ending.

Many thanks for your comments and emails.

Gaz.

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The ad business is very lucrative particularly if your place in it does not depend on sales, stars, placement, three martini lunches or dealing with dilettantes who could make a lot of money if what they did worked out well for all  concerned. I didn’t have to bother with the set, hair and makeup, direction, lighting etc. I didn’t even know where the studio was and didn’t give a fuck. In my craft, and it was one, I was a top rated editor, worked freelance and made a can full of money. Things were fine, I could easily support myself as well as Madison my boyfriend of some years. 

Much to be said about Maddy. Ten years younger and not bright in any sense of the word, his world was the gym and his body and, oh yeah, me. He liked to be fucked, he liked to suck, sexually, there wasn’t anything he didn’t like or wouldn’t do. Some of what he did do and where we did it left me wondering if it was a Federal offense to spread your semen upon the water in the Fountain in front of Lincoln Center. And, for him, me too, that was tame. His feeling was that clothing had a place but only occasionally on him. His trips to and from the gym were made in sneakers, a pair  of nylon jogging shorts and what was left of a T shirt that might, or might not, have said “Williams College”.  In winter, with my insistence, he wore a jacket and, with practically a gun to his head, some sweats. I gave up when it came to even trying to introduce him to socks.

Maddy was an inch or so shorter than me but I could easily hide  behind him. His beautiful body was worked out, worked over and worked on virtually everyday save the day or so he stayed in to clean the apartment, do the grocery shopping as well as the laundry. This latter was a problem in that every gay male waited for laundry day to the extent that, just to confuse them, I would show up, or already be there, sucking his cock whilst sticking an outsize dildo up his ass. What ever it did for the onlookers, it made Maddy the best sort and folder one might know. Our exits were the stuff porn is made from; Holding the laundry basket under one arm, he held be upside down to continue blowing him or licking his horse chestnut balls. Often he went up the stairs and by that I mean he bounced up the stairs which, now and then, left me cross-eyed and a mouth full of cream or crème-your choice, churned into butter.  

A further description of his isn’t really possible for, as long as I’ve known him, writing how he looks means cleaning the bottom of the laptop and hoping my shots didn’t interfere with it’s electronic innards. Lets just leave at…..he looked real good.

Given that, it may be puzzling as to why I’d even consider taking a part time job that paid squat and kept me away from home? Who in their everlasting mind would leave the fucking prize of all men alone in the evenings??  The answer is somewhat simpler than you might think if the whole of the situation is considered; Maddy and I were together a lot and  that can be too much. We both needed the occasional break from each other and part time jobs were the answer. And, yes, for Maddy to find any part time job was like building Noah’s Ark with toothpicks. He could not, I repeat, not be anyplace where he could be seen; The idea of his flipping burgers in a window on a street would be calamitous for all concerned. A shop clerk was another impossibility as for all that I love him, he isn’t bright enough to sort through things or wait on customers. I’ll back up right there. He could easily wait on customers, the problem would be the many, many customers who didn’t give a damn if he waited on them or not, they were there for the look/see. He was offered a great many jobs, all of them by men who said, “there’s nothing to doing this” and I believed that. However, I rewrote it as, “there’s nothing to doing me”.  

My part timer was an extension of my day job in that a buddy who made porn offered me a job editing his sleaze. (His term, not mine,) It wasn’t taxing, got me out of the house for a few hours and made me more aware than ever at how low standards can be.  Anyone who believes porn reflects reality has never really seen it. Yes, the acts of sex remain as they do in everyday life, just expanded and made more, I hesitate to use the word, titillating for the viewer. At first my tendency to revert to advertising editing worked against me as I was accustomed to looking for lint in the air, badly worked scenes etc. My first day, when I handed in eight pages of possible edits my buddy looked at me and pointed out that while, technically I was correct, no one gave a shit as to whether the guy with the twelve inch cock was mysteriously able to get his pants off without removing his shoes. In really life, most men on the prowl for S E X don’t bother about much save getting their rocks off. Thereafter I only cared about such details as to whether cum has obscured the lens or the set had fallen over. Oh, and my main thing to search for was whether from scene to scene, the guys kept their cocks up at the same height. (Did I mention this was gay porn? I meant to.)

Meanwhile back at my stable, my stallion was feeling guilty as I was working and he was not. In a scene my buddy would have loved to have on video, I assuaged Maddy in every sexual way I knew how. Let us just say the two hour blow job, the four deep fucks, sucking his nipples until they looked like a shadow of Mt. Fuji as well as eating him, chewing on his balls, using all ten of my fingers to oh-so-slowly get him up……The next day at my master editor, my fingers, really, all of me, could barely manipulate.  But Maddy was happy, sort of, or he was satisfied and promised to return all the things done for him the next evening. Going home seemed more like a threat.

That evening, trying to watch two men, who would be considered underfed even in a famine, play master and slave-using vinyl covered whatever as chest coverings did not give anyone the idea of what leather might do. Fritzi, my buddy, dropped in to find me virtually asleep while the screen showed nothing. Sometimes buddies are fine things to have and this was the moment. He was, of course, perfectly aware of Maddy, knew him reasonably well in fact so when I explained the part time job problem for him he looked at me as if I were deranged. 

“Porn”, he practically screamed. “If there was anyone ripe for porn it’s Maddy. Any studio, really quality ones, would pay him big bucks to show up and just strip.”

“And then what?”. It seemed an obvious question. Just having a naked man, however fantastic he looks just standing around is pointless.

Fritzi went slightly sideways. “Well, I dunno, maybe someone could….suck him or….run their hands….”

“Over what? My Maddy?”.  Nope, erase that thought. He’s a sweet guy to whom the world of porn is virtually unknown. 

Fritzi looked amazed. “Don’t the two of you ever peel down slide something in the old viewing machine and get off watching two other guys do something?” 

“Why? Maddy and I are our own porn show. I’ve done anything you can name in my living room, bedroom, bathroom, kitchen……we once broke the door from the oven….” And paused as I didn’t really want to explain the whole accident. Particularly the part about a gallon of Extra Virgin Olive Oil. Some things are sacred.

“That’s It you cretin, Jesus motherfucking Christ, you and Maddy. You don’t even need to be taught what to do?”

I saw this one coming, picture and frame. “Oh no, not this Huckleberry. I have made a spectacular living staying away from the camera and now isn’t the time to start. Look at me, do I look like anything anyone would pay money to watch? Fuck, they’d pay money not to watch me…”

“But what would they pay to see Maddy? You’re just there as, I don’t know, set decoration and, besides, I’ve seen your body and while I’m not going to put it on posters to sell anything, it’s an okay body not to mention your basic good looks. Member when the mens makeup people wanted you to be made up?”

I remembered it clearly. I had said no so fast they’d been blown out the door with instructions to never, ever approach me again about anything save editing. And went back to trying to make Mayonnaise look either sexy or tasty: Hopefully both.

Later that night, really later that night-Fritzi and I had argued for some while during which I segued a number of men into not very compromising positions. (Maddy and I were light years ahead of them in doing not just anything but everything.) Home was a haven even if I worried that my favorite person was more than primed to do, well, whatever he thought of to do. I undressed en route to the bedroom where, as expected, my lover was open armed, assed and mouthed for me to hop in and begin whatever. 

He was taken aback when I simply fell in his arms and started to puddle on his chest. He’d never seen me cry so he was horrified, held me tighter, tried to say comforting things but just holding on while confusion blotted his mind. 

It took a while but eventually the exhaustion and fighting with Fritzi over a domestic problem wore away and I lay there, my dick not even hard, and breathed irregularly. His instincts from childhood kicked in as he lifted me in his arms and didn’t even try to get my cock even to half staff. He tried to understand but he wasn’t up to guessing and so went for the obvious that something was physically wrong. (That limp rod was a site he’d only infrequently seen and only then after a few hours of intensive draining.) His life at the gym as well as working on muscle and fitness magazines had given him a bizarre form of medical education. Since, obviously, nothing seemed broken, sprained or bruised, that left really serious internal issues. (He’d once been in an article that talked about testicular cancer and the use of steroids.)  Having decided what was wrong, he started to cry and we reversed out thoughts. Now it was my turn to try and comfort him without knowing what was wrong. One thing I didn’t do was even attempt to pick him up.

A quiet hour passed during which we ended up on the balcony, stark naked, and very silent. Finally, as it was all I could think to do, I told him about Fritzi and what he wanted to do with my guy. Clearly, I said, that was beyond the pale, I couldn’t allow him to lower himself to some sleazy…..

“Why not?”

“What?”

He thought and spoke slowly. “I think it would be fun and I love you for not wanting me to do this but…what am I actually doing?” I was silent and trying to swim my way through the meaning of what he was saying, not an easily done thing. Nothing helps me think more than being on my knees and sucking his cock so that’s what I did. He was relieved that things were coming back to normal.

“A body like this….a real body, belongs to you….and anyone who wants to watch us. Why not? I bet it would pay real good.”

I bet it would as well but…..my point was getting as confused as a milk shake on puree, didn’t he understand that displaying yourself could be seen, to some, not me of course, as, well, not quite nice. Something men didn’t do. The fault was that we did do it, all the time, and in all sorts of place. For a very, very select few friends we’d played “Sex” in front of them, making sure everyone had a box of tissues and a roll of paper towels.

He popped me from his lovely penis, picked me up and sat me on his lap. “Everyday people think I do porn. I get that question, one way or another all the time. It’s just assumed. I’m gay, I live with a man, I don’t work…..so I must be doing porn on the side.”

Much as I wanted to, I couldn’t argue with what he was saying. God knows I was asked what it was like to live with a porn stallion to which it was patiently explained that, no, he didn’t do porn, he was just a nice guy who worked out a lot. Whether many believed me, now that I thought about it, was hard to calculate, Probably not very many.

It was again, time for our salute to Manhattan which consisted of going to the railing, quickly jerking off and letting the sperm fall where it may. (If the wind was just right, that was on the balcony below us. And I know that as the guy who lived there had complained about the bird shit that occasionally fell on his glass table. In a way I resented my seed being compared to bird doo doo but it did give me an answer as to where our product went.)

Maddy was lost in something. “You see how easily we did that? Just reached down and, zip, out it came BUT if we wanted to, we could have stood there until the sun came up just going in and out, edging ourselves…..we’ve done it lots of times. I thinks that’s some sort of talent. I know your body so well and you know mine…..that it would be a snap, Less time than a photo shoot for a magazine cover. “

A small snake of horror came out of my ass, wound around and plunged into my cock, He meant the two of us. Together. Frolicking nude with cameras rolling doing whatever we did at home only…not at home. There was a certain cockeyed logic save that he’d included me. And then I was hit with his home run logic.

“I’d never do it without you. Couldn’t.” He was very quiet. I knew then as I always had that he loved me. It also suddenly occurred to me that all his years of working on his body did deserve some sort of, I don’t know, reward. He’d never even considered body building contests-tho he could easily have done very well if not won. All this time, I was his only reward and he was satisfied. I couldn’t decide which to do to prove how much I loved him and settled on an old fashioned kiss. That, of course, led to a rather lengthy session of two men enjoying each other. So much so that the next day I had to call and say I’d sprained something or other and couldn’t walk. The latter part was true.

Another truth was that along the road to perdition both of us had become sexual athletes. We needed nothing but each other and we were off to the races whenever and wherever. We’d never need a fluffer to keep us up, some days we had a sort of intramural contest as to whom could keep it hard the longest; I never won but losing was as much fun as winning since I was what the winner collected,

It took a week but one Saturday, with Maddy beside me, I had Fritzi dro by to, he thought, discuss my editing. No point in leading up to it, Maddy told him that he was now in porn and he was to be his agent. Our agent, really, as he wouldn’t work without me. 

His medical skills were suddenly useful as Fritzi fainted and knicked his head on the edge of a table. When he came to you could see him counting dollars. To encourage him-Hah, like he needed it-we both slipped out of our clothes and began a festive 69 on the sectional. His phone/camera made what he called our ‘face books’ and, a few solo shots of both of us were thrown in. Needless to say, the ones of me were shadowed and put well behind the ones of Maddy. The one of him drooling cum, his, from his mouth said it all in terms of gaining an entrance to the porn industry.  

My days are now largely spent at the gym with Maddy and some of our lesser “stars”. He could and did make demands that were met, particularly when what was promised we could do was proved. We both sported a nice tan, the result of a “shoot” in Florida and another in Argentina by the magnificent Iguassu Falls.  We were well known as the couple that could and did and do everything; We’d been photographed doing it. Maddy won some sort of important award at a porn convention and we finally made Fritzi join us in a three way that lasted two hours and sold for I know not how much money. Fritzi is now also tanned. 

Our lives haven’t changed much. What we do in front of a camera isn’t what we do at home. I had to give up my job but got another one editing our productions. Fritzi got his dick pierced as well as tattooed and we go on as ever. Come home, shower, have sex of one form or another,, nap, fuck each other, watch the eleven o’clock, do our own twisted version of a 69 and drift off with each of out cocks in each other’s mouth.  

All worked out for the better. Had I stayed at my old job, the next campaign up involved stuffing turkeys and why see things getting stuffed at the office what you can  stuffed at home?

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I’m not sure that I would have had Brian’s will power. Then again, I guess that’s why he’s the Captain, and I was just a boy; he chose the long game, to be milked now and then released permanently from chastity. Selfishly I was thrilled. I figured Brian would be much more accommodating if he wasn’t locked up and that I would get some much needed relief very soon. Coach brought Brian to the other side of the gym and had him lie on his back. Coach used a pair of cuffs to secure his wrists together under his ass and a small chain to connect his ankles. It wasn’t immobilizing but there was certainly enough restraint that Coach would have no issues enforcing his will. Coach pulled out a key and expertly unlocked Brian’s cage, sliding it off carefully along with the cock ring section. Brian’s dick was instantly rock hard standing gloriously at 7” of perfection, a thick vein throbbing along the side, his head bulging with need for attention. I wanted nothing more than to sink to my knees and worship that cock, knowing that I could bring Brian in his current state to the edge in moments and swallow his delicious seed and feeling a thrill as he exploded inside me. Coach had other plans.

Brian squirmed a little on the floor, testing his mobility as Coach got up and fetched an odd looking contraption. I looked on confused while Coach slid a tube over Brian’s dick causing him to groan and arch his back.

“Alright Brian, have you ever been milked before.”

“No Coach, please do that again Coach.” Coach chuckled,

“I’ll do it more than a few times Brian but I don’t think you’ll be asking me that in an hours time.” And without waiting for a reply, Coach reached down and twisted a small valve and suddenly the tube on Brian’s dick, pumped up and down slowly.

Brian shuddered, closed his eyes and moaned. After a week of being locked the sudden stroking on his dick was clearly sending waves of pleasure coursing through Brian and building him to orgasm very quickly. While Brian was lost in his own pleasure, Coach came over to me and put his hand on my shoulder, looking me firmly in the eye. I was torn between looking at my feet, wanting to peek at Brian’s flexing muscles as he tensed and relaxed and being utterly captured by Coach’s eyes.

“Your Captain still has the keys to your cage young man but that doesn’t mean you can’t have some release tonight.” My balls ached for release and with Brian moaning and writhing right next to us I certainly didn’t need extra motivation to want it. Coach knelt and took my cage in one hand. My legs gave just a little and Coach chuckled again,

“Easy there boy.” Coach took something out of his pocket and fiddled with the cage. I winced a few times as a sharp pinching feeling jolted the sensitive head of my caged dick. After a minute, Coach took my cage in a firm hand and shook it, standing back up over me. I looked down and saw little strips of Velcro had been wrapped around the end bars of the cage.

Seeing Coach’s hand right on my trapped cock I couldn’t help but grow. Blood throbbed through my dick and I swelled inside my cage until – Owwwwieeeee! As my sensitive head grew, it pressed into the Velcro on my cage with a sharp pain. From that moment on I was trapped in a vicious cycle: the throbbing of my dick pressed it painfully into the Velcro, making me think about my situation and about Coach’s control and making me throb all over again.

“Now,” Coach said loudly enough to jolt even Brian from his rapture. Here’s how this works boys: “Brian, that machine is going to continue up and down, stroking your dick. It’ll feel pretty great at first I’ll bet – ” Brian didn’t need to say anything to confirm that – “but once you cum I think you might not feel so thrilled about it.” Brian’s face looked horrified.

“That’s it Brian, I told you I was going to drain every last drop of cum out of those balls and I meant every last drop. Don’t worry though Brian, I’m going to give you an out. Your boy Peter here is still caged, but I think he did such a great job with his push ups tonight I’m going to give him a chance to cum through his cage. I’ll turn that milking machine off either when your balls are dry or until Peter here manages to cum.”

With that, Coach brought over a chair and sat down near Brian’s head and they both looked at me standing like a kangaroo in headlights expectantly. I looked down at my caged dick again and suddenly swelled with the attention, bringing back that sharp pain. Oh crap! I wanted so badly to please Brian but I didn’t know what to do. How was I supposed to get myself off while caged. I bit my bottom lip and reached down, tried to slip a thumb through my cage and rub the head of my dick. I couldn’t get my thumb through but with my dick swelling, I could still rub my glans and it did feel good. It felt really good. Even with the pain, I found myself moaning very softly and thrusting my hips slightly. I continued for a few minutes and the confliction in me grew as the pain grew more and more intense over time and I inched impossibly closely toward climax. My rhythm was interrupted by a guttural groan from Brian. I looked down to see him arched, his every muscle tensed, eyes closed as he exploded and shook, his orgasm wracking through his body. His orgasm didn’t subside. As the milking machine continued to stroke on his now hyper sensitive dick his groan turned almost to a yell and his squirming turned to thrashing.

Coach quickly knelt and took Brian’s head in his hands, holding him still; looking Brian dead in the eye, focusing him. As Brian quietened slightly, Coach grabbed a black gag from his back pocket and quickly fitted it to the tortured boy.

Brian’s eyes pleaded with Coach who simply re-took his chair and Brian turned those desperate eyes to me. I realised I had stopped rubbing my own sharply pained glans and lost the ground I had made towards climax. I yelped and started again but I knew it wasn’t going to be enough. I knelt down, licked a finger from my other hand and reached around to finger my hole. I’d always liked ass play and loved the feeling of something playing with my hole. With the added stimulation I moaned and began thrusting my hips. Coach praised me,

“Good boy,” and put his feet up on Brian’s chest clearly enjoying the show.

I began to lose myself in the rhythm. After a while Brian’s almost continuous moaning took on a frenzied edge and I guessed that he’d cum again. I begged myself to go faster, thrusting, sweating, panting and through it all, trying not to cry from frustration and from the biting of the Velcro pinching into my increasingly sensitive glans. I was aware of Brian shouting though it was muffled by the gag, it was unmistakably please, please, please, begging me over and again to cum. Fuck I was trying! At long last I brought myself closer to the edge. If it hadn’t been over a week since I’d last cum and if I wasn’t desperately horny, there’d be no way I’d have been able to get even this far but as it was, I could feel myself frustratingly close. On a knife edge, I sobbed with frustration and again, as he seemed to be doing a lot lately, Coach came just as I needed help. Without words, he knelt behind me, wrapped one arm firmly around my chest and with the other, took one of my nipples and squeezed hard, bringing his mouth close to my neck so I could feel the hotness of his breath. And suddenly I was in the safest place in all the world and I came. My body wracked with waves of pleasure as shot after shot of hot, creamy cum shot from my caged dick, throbbing in it’s cage, swelled and tortured. I arched back as Brian had and were it not for Coach’s support would have fallen. He held me as my orgasm subsided slowly and left me panting, collapsed against him. Quietly, Coach  lowered me to the floor, stood and calmly released Brian.

“Well done boys. I’ll see you at training.”

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