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COLLEGE DORM JANITOR

Or the Making of a Whore

By Mighty Mouth

[Dear reader, while my stories are fiction, they are based in part on true life experiences.]

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            Hello. My name is Matt. My full name is Matt Hunger. I am the janitor for a male dorm at a local college. I am 25 years old, about 5 feet, 11 inches tall, and slim body. I’m not skinny, just not very muscular. My mom says I’m good looking, but what do moms know? It’s odd that I am working in a college, since I am a high school dropout. That’s because my dad died 10 years ago, and left my mom with very little money. So I had to drop out of school and get a job to help with expenses.

            I bounced around from one job to another, but because I don’t have good education, I have to take whatever I can get. One job was a filling station attendant, but I had to be outdoors during the winter months, and I hate cold weather. One of my regular customers was the director of maintenance at state college, and he told me about a job open for a janitor there. I went for an interview with him and got hired. I wouldn’t need to wear a uniform, so I could dress just like any other college student.

            I was responsible for cleaning only five dorm rooms and the communal bathroom. Each room had two beds, so I had ten sloppy college students to pick up after. I have a master key, but  always knocked on a door before going in. The third day on the job, doing my rounds, I knocked on a door, but no one answered. So I went in. There were two guys there. One was bent over a desk, and the other one was fucking him! I was shocked and surprised, but at the same time a bit turned on. They were even more startled than I. I apologized and quickly left the room, saying I would return later. I’m sure that after I left the action continued.

            I thought about what I saw the rest of the day. When I went home. I jerked off thinking about it. I don’t wank much, and besides I like women, so why was I so excited by what I saw.? I like watching sex videos on my computer, but just normal stuff.

            On my fifth day, I knocked on a door, and a voice said, “Come in.” There was a guy about 23, with only his boxer shorts on. That didn’t bother me. He looked like a typical college student.

As I began cleaning the room, he struck up a conversation.

            He asked me my name, then surprised me by asking, “Do you have a girl friend? By the way, my name is Steve”

            “No, I don’t. I can’t afford to spend much money, and girls like attention and stuff.”

              “So what do you do for sex?”

            “Well I use my hand and that’s about it,” I confessed. I thought his question was pretty nosy.

            He continued, “Do you like to get blow jobs?”

            “Yeah, I guess so, but I don’t know any girls who do that kind of thing.”

            “So what about a guy sucking you off? Do you like that?”

            “Hey, I’ve never had a blow job from a man. That’s not my style.”

            He persisted, “I’ll bet you would like it. Men suck dick better than women. Can you keep a secret if I tell you something about me?”

            I had no idea what he was referring to, but I answered, “Sure I can.”

            Then came a shocker. “Well, I’d like to suck your cock. I can’t do it with any of my dorm buddies. You’re good looking, and I’ll bet you have a big dick.”

            I was lost for words. I stammered, “Yes, I have a long, slender dick.” I don’t know why I even answered his question.

            “Can I see it?” he pleaded.

            I didn’t know what to do, I was frightened. “Should I run out of the room?” I thought. At the same time, to my surprise, I was flattered by the attention. I didn’t flee. I answered him, “Well, you can look, but that’s as far as it goes.” I unzipped, and took out my prick. To my amazement, it was half-hard.

            “Wow! That’s a beauty,” he exclaimed. With that, he jumped up off his bed and came over to me and fell to his knees.

            “Whoa, you can just look,” I cautioned.

            “Hey, I’m just looking at it up close,” he answered.

            I felt awkward, but at the same time, my dick hardened even more. I was  almost at a full erection. His mouth was just an inch or so from my prick, and then suddenly he put it in his mouth and swallowed it. I couldn’t believe the sensation.

            “Do you like it?” he asked. “If not, I’ll stop.”

            “No, it’s OK. You can continue.” I was in heaven. I never dreamed that getting my dick sucked could be so wonderful. I jokingly said, “You must have a hole in the back of your head, I don’t where it all goes to.”

            “It goes to where it should, down my throat,” he muttered.

            “Why do you like to suck dick? ”

            “Because it’s something I get a lot of pleasure doing. And besides, I’m satisfying someone else at the same time.” 

            He was so good, and I hadn’t come for two days, so I shot my load fast. To my amazement, he swallowed it all.

            He thanked me, and said, “Anytime you want, my mouth is ready. My dorm mate has an early morning class, but I’m always here from 9 to 10.”

            “Well, I’ll think about it,” I replied. Of course I thought about nothing else throughout the day except what had happened to me. That night, while drifting off to sleep, I wondered why he would enjoy sucking dick so much. “Could I be missing out on a good thing?” my devil asked. “No, I’m not into that,” my good angel replied.   

            I did nothing on the weekend, as always. When I got on my computer on Sunday, I decided to visit a gay porno site. I don’t even know why. I jerked off to a video of a old man without teeth sucking a young straight guy.   By Tuesday of the next week, my desire for sex got the better of me and I knocked on Steve’s door. He welcomed me, as usual almost nude, and said, “Why don’t you take off your clothes too. It’ll be more fun that way.”  I liked the idea, and sat naked in a chair while he went down on me.

            In the middle of the blow job, he remarked, “I like to get sucked off too, but don’t have   anybody to do it to me. Too bad you don’t suck dick. We could make music together. If you would be willing, I could teach you how it’s done.”

            He took off his briefs, and I saw that he had a big dick. In spite of myself, I was intrigued.

I thought, “What the hell, if he likes to suck so much, maybe I might like it too.”

            “Put your hand on my dick,” Steve requested

            I did, and to my surprise, I enjoyed having my hand on a different cock

            “Now, put it in your mouth.” Steve said. “In the beginning it won’t be easy. You will gag. But you will learn how to control your gag reflex.”

            Once more I did as instructed, and it didn’t seem all that bad. Here I was taking lessons in college, something I never anticipated. Of course I couldn’t make him come, so he jerked off and came when I did. The rest of the day I was consumed with the thought of my experience.

            That night I continued to check out gay videos. I came across a sight that specialized in, as I soon learned, glory holes. I had never seen one, and watched guys getting sucked off through them. “That’s a great idea,” I thought. “You don’t know who is on the other side, and I learned that if someone leaned back far enough from the hole, their face couldn’t be seen either. I didn’t know there was an adult bookstore in my town, but I found out later.

            I decided that it would be fun to have my own, but where? The obvious place was in the dorm’s communal bathroom. The bathroom had six showers, four sinks, and three toilet booths.  Maybe I could practice on some of the other guys in the dorm, and we wouldn’t know who each other was. But how could I accomplish it? The partitions between the stalls were metal, and I didn’t own a drill. I asked the maintenance supervisor if I could borrow an electric drill with an extension cord, to do some work at home. He said OK. Step number one accomplished. My plan was to drill two holes, one on either side of the middle stall. I also borrowed a file, to smooth out any bits of jagged metal around the holes’ edges.

             But when could I drill? I decided that the best time would be shortly after 10 a.m., when the dorm was empty. I made a sign and hung on the bathroom door, “closed for maintenance. Open at 11 a.m.” I imagined that I could get it done within that time frame. I created my masterpiece, cleaned up the stalls, and reopened. I took a magic marker and wrote on the wall above the holes in the two end stalls, “get a blow job here any day between 9 and 10 a.m.” I had no idea what might happen. I knew that maintenance rarely came there, but I was worried about some angry student complaining about the holes and writing in the stalls..

             I slept fitfully that night, overcome with anticipation. The next morning, promptly at 9, I went into the middle stall. For a while, no one came in, and then someone opened one of the other stall doors. To my surprise, it was Steve. As soon as he pulled down his shorts, I said through the hole, “Hey Steve, how’s it goin’?”

            He looked through the hole, saw me and remarked. “Where did this thing come from?

            “I have no idea,” I lied. “But let’s use it.” With that I stuck my dick through and he started sucking immediately. After a minute or so, I pulled my cock out and said, “Now put yours through.” He did, and I went to work, having studying sucking techniques on the internet.

            “That’s pretty good,” he congratulated me. I was thrilled that I was learning, and pleased with my new glory hole. I kept sucking, because I knew that if I came before he did, I wouldn’t be able to suck him afterward. Lo and behold, I got him to come, but couldn’t swallow his load. Then he returned the favor. He left, and I waited there until 10 o’clock, but no one else came in. I decided to change the time I was available. I replaced the notice with “between 8:30 and 9:30 a.m. I knew that there would be more guys around.

            The next day I went on duty at the new hour, and one of the dorm residents came in and took a shower. Then he entered one of stalls naked. I watched to see what would happen. He just took a crap and left. I recognized him. I think he was a football player, with all of those muscles. Most likely he read the message on the wall, but didn’t react. But the next day he returned at the same time and went directly into a stall. I guess he thought about what he had read and wanted to try it out. I peeked into his stall, and sure enough, he was stroking. I put my mouth to the hole, wiggled my tongue, then sat back to see what would happen. Naturally, he tried to see who was on the other side, but couldn’t. 

            I repeated my tongue invitation. Then a large dick came through the hole. I instantly fell to my knees to eat his frankfurter with relish. My technique was improving, and he soon shot his load. This time I was able to swallow most of his dick without gaging. When he left, I asked   myself, “Why am I doing this, I’m straight?” I couldn’t understand it. I just knew I liked it. That evening during dinner, my mom remarked that I seemed to be happier lately. I explained that everything at work was going well (ha, ha).

            No one came in the next day. But two days later, I was on duty in my stall, and a guy I didn’t recognize came into the first stall and took a piss. He was real good looking. My dormitory building has four floors, with two wings per floor. I work on the third floor. There is only one locked front door to the building, so I knew that this stud must be from a different floor in the same building. But why was he here? I soon found out. He must have seen the hole, and an eye watching him. After pissing, he began to jerk his meat, looking at the hole. My tongue got hard and my throat muscles started to itch. I wagged my tongue at the hole and withdrew. Sure enough a hard, average-size dick came through.

            I was once again thrilled, and managed his meat skillfully. He soon shot his load, then zipped up, saying,” See you around.” He might see me around, but wouldn’t know that I was the cocksucker. He didn’t see my face. I decided that word must be getting around that there was a cocksucker in the bathroom on the third floor. Nothing better than word-of-mouth advertising.

            That night I checked out a gay site, and discovered that my town has an adult bookstore with glory holes. I was thrilled, and determined to check it out. I jumped into my car and went to the place, at the edge of town. It was a week night, but the place was crowded. I already knew the setup from the description I read, so I purchased some coins and found my way to a row of movie booths.

            I found an empty one, went in, and sure enough there was a glory hole, with an eye watching me. I dropped my pants, sat down and started jerking. Immediately a beckoning finger came through the hole. I didn’t waste a second in putting my dick through. This guy was incredible. His mouth felt like velvet. I decided that he probably had no teeth. I shot so fast I couldn’t believe it.  I decided that I’d had enough for my first visit, and left the booth. There was  a young kid waiting to get in. I said to myself, “Boy, you’re gonna love that mouth.” I knew I’d soon return and do some sucking too.

            That experience put an idea into my head. If getting sucked off is so wonderful without teeth, I could have mine pulled out. My teeth were in terrible shape anyway. I had already lost several, mainly because I never brushed my teeth. I didn’t want to ask for time off during the week. I found a dentist that was open on Saturdays, and made an appointment. I told him that I wanted to have full dentures because of my deteriorating situation.

             He thought that it was a good idea. I had no intention of getting dentures at the moment, because I couldn’t afford them. He thought it best to pull the uppers first, then wait until my gums healed before pulling the lowers.  I was worried whether I might not be able to perform my glory hole duties for a few days. But he gave me a fast-healing prescription.

            Unfortunately I couldn’t perform on Monday. I was worried that I might lose a customer, so on Monday, I spent my usual hour in the bathroom pretending to clean it. I put a sign on each toilet booth saying, “toilets under repair. Please use toilet on another floor. That way I could see if anyone came in who seemed interested. No one came in.

            By Tuesday my upper gums were healed enough that I decided to open for business. About 15 minutes into my “watch,” I heard two guys come in. One said, “There’s someone in the middle stall, let’s take the other two.”

            The other replied, “Gotcha.” I peered through each hole, and liked what I saw. Both were handsome, muscular, and had beautiful dicks. They must have gotten the word. I couldn’t decide which to invite first, but the one in the 3rd stall got a hard-on first, so I decided to start with him. I gave my tongue signal, and a delicious morsel was pushed into my mouth. He began to moan with pleasure.

            Then he yelled, “Jack, this guy is fantastic. He’s swallowing my entire cock.” I backed away, and saw an eye at the other hole. I went back to work on number one, but decided to give the other guy a piece of the action. I maneuvered so that neither could see my face, they started on Jack, number two. “You’re right, Joe. Wow!” I went back to number one, and finished him off quickly. My new gum job technique was having its effect. I glanced back to number two, and he hadn’t removed his dick from the hole. He was waiting his turn, and I quickly complied. 

               After I did my thing, or should I say, did their things, they rushed out. I decided that I’d had it for the day, and went back to my cleaning duties.

Conclusion

I got my upper teeth removed, so I could give a total gum job. I began frequenting the adult book store almost every night, and swallowed a lot of protein. I became the hit of the arcade. At the same time I kept up my toilet routine, and soon had a steady string of customers.  I began to consider that I might be gay.

I picked the extra wine glass up from the coffee table, took it into the kitchen, and put it back in the cupboard. I wasn’t surprised. In fact I’d really known for a couple of hours that Emmet wasn’t going to make it up to Wintergreen for the weekend. It had been snowing all day in the mountains, and my vacation house was nearly the last one on Pine Trail, winding around the mountain a third of the way down from the ski lifts at the top of the Blue Ridge Mountains resort.

The house further in from mine, the Albrechts’ A-frame, had a few lights on, but I’d seen them down in Waynesboro Thursday evening, at the Kroger grocery store, and they said they’d be up in D.C. for the weekend. They must have loaned the house out. I hoped their guests wouldn’t be disappointed about being snowed in. Of course, if they’d come to ski, they could wade their way up to the lifts and ski back down a short way to the house. I wonder if they knew that. I might go over and make sure they did—if I could get the gumption to go out in this snow myself. It was beginning to drift.

The house on the other side of me, the more substantial log house the Logans owned had had lights on earlier too—I got more of a glow from that direction over the treetops than being able to see the actual house. It was a good bit lower than my house in elevation and on a nasty twisting and rising curve that would be hard to navigate in this weather.

I went back to the living room and settled in to watch the DVD I’d put on, a gay male sex one that was making an attempt, not too successfully, of padding out the sex scenes with a background story. I’d picked it because I thought the actors were hot—not necessarily as actors, but certainly as sex partners—and there was a black guy who looked a lot like Emmet and a bit older blond who I could see as me. I had been warming myself up for Emmet’s appearance, but now he wasn’t coming. He’d called me and said he didn’t think he could chance it unless he hopped on a snowplow. I’d told him not to bother, hoping that he would bother, but he’d said he wouldn’t.

So, there went the weekend. I didn’t even know whether the electricity would hold up here on the mountain in snow like this. At least I had a lot of firewood in and had had this house built with fireplaces and double insulation that could provide for heat, as necessary.

I was deciding whether to go take a shower and dress more warmly after the DVD was finished when I heard the door chimes sound. In anticipation of Emmet, I wasn’t wearing anything under the Henley shirt and faded low-rise blue jeans I had on. I’d really planned on a sexually satisfying weekend.

And maybe, I thought, as I clicked off the DVD and went out to the foyer to answer the door, Emmet had hopped a snowplow after all and the weekend would be saved.

But that wasn’t the case. When I turned on the front porch light, I saw that a stranger, bundled up in a parka and a floppy-eared hat, was standing out there, shivering in the cold, and blowing on his hands to warm them.

I opened the door.

“Excuse me,” he said. “I’m looking for someplace I can make a call. My cell phone is dead and I’ve just gone off the road on a curve. Banged my car up pretty bad. I need to call AAA.”

“On the curve?” I asked. “That would be in front of the Logans’ house. They should be home.”

“I didn’t see any lights in any house but yours. Sorry. I can go back and—”

“No, no,” I said. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking straight. You certainly can come in and make a call—assuming I still have phone service. The electricity is still on, so maybe the phone . . .” Just then the lights flickered, though, so I reached out and tugged on the arm of his parka to let him know he could come in. “You’d best hurry in and try to make the call,” I said, “And you may be out of luck on AAA for a while in these conditions. There’s a landline phone over there on the kitchen wall, but you can use my cell phone, if you want. I have AAA dialed in. The cell phone is on the kitchen island over there.”

“Thanks,” he said, as he entered. He shook my hand as he slipped off the parka and was going by me. I was surprised to find that his hand was warm. I was also surprised to see that he was wearing a muscle T-shirt over tight jeans under the parka and was built solid and had a dark, sultry look about him. He looked like one of the porn stars I’d just been watching in the DVD. “My name’s Brad,” he said as he moved beyond me.

“I’m Justin,” I said. “Can I get you something to drink while you’re making your call?”

“If you have it, a beer would be nice, thanks,” he said, as he picked up the cell phone and moved back into the corridor to the bedrooms to make his call. Before I went into the kitchen, I watched him slouch against the corridor wall, the small of his back against the wall and his legs stretched out before him into the corridor and spread a bit. I thought of it as a Marlon Brando stance. He reminded me a lot of Brando in his Streetcar days rather than his bloated afterlife. The man had that sensuous, pouty aura about him that Brando exuded in the sexy phase of his life.

I felt tingly inside. It obviously was from having been watching sex DVDs while waiting for Emmet and anticipating what Emmet and I would be doing tonight. But not doing now, I remembered, as I went into the kitchen and broke out a beer. I took the wine bottle back into the living room along with the beer and replenished my wine glass while putting his beer—Brad, he had said—on the coffee table. The big leather couch faced the TV. There were leather recliners set across from the couch and beside the TV credenza and, on second thought, I moved my wine glass to a side table beside one of these.

As I passed the opening to the bedroom corridor, I could hear him on the phone. He wasn’t sounding too hopeful. I wasn’t surprised by that, and my mind was already working on what could be done other than offering him a place to stay. But I couldn’t think of any reason I shouldn’t ask him to stay other than that he was a complete stranger and, despite that, I could feel I’d gone hard in comparing him to Marlon Brando. But was I set up for a house guest? Emmet, of course, would have slept in my bed with me. The bed wasn’t made in the guest room. I’d have to do that, and I couldn’t remember if there were towels in the guest bath. But I was getting ahead of myself. Maybe AAA was on its way and he wanted to be on his way as well. I found myself looking at myself in the hall mirror and wondering if I was good enough for him. That made me laugh and chastise myself. Talk about getting ahead of yourself.

“It’s no go on AAA for a while—not until tomorrow they said,” Brad said when he came back and put the cell phone on the kitchen island. “Guess I’ll have to try to hoof it out to the main road. Is it better for me to go up or down? I didn’t see much that might be open at the foot of the mountain. Is there a lodge up at the top?”

“Yes, there’s a lodge up there, but it would be tough going on foot in this snow. And you have an open beer here. Come on in and take a load off.”

I don’t know if I was planning even then for him to stay and fuck me, but all the signs pointed to that. I was keyed up for an Emmet visitation—had even gotten a start on viewing the DVD—and this guy was a hunk in a tough guy Marlon Brando sort of way. His T-shirt was showing off a great set of pectorals with hard nipples standing out under the tight material, he had a mighty fine six pack, and his jeans were tight enough that I could see an impressive bulge and follow the line of a long cock. I was close to hyperventilated from the buildup of need.

I wondered if he was straight. I had to say he didn’t act one way or the other yet. Most of my friends were gay, though, so I didn’t often have to wonder about someone I met who I was interested in sexually.

But was I interested in Brad sexually? I’m afraid that ship had sailed. I had been so keyed up for Emmet and had just watched a gay fuck video. Why wouldn’t I be interested in a hunk like Brad sexually?

We chatted for a while. I told him of the restaurants I owned in Waynesboro and Charlottesville and that I was up here for the weekend to take in the skiing with a friend of mine, a professor at the University of Virginia, but that the friend couldn’t make it up here tonight.

“Your friend a man or a woman?” he asked.

“A man,” I said without thinking of what inference he could get from that. But it was meaningful that he asked and was prepared to hear the friend was male. I tried finding out something about him, in turn, that would help me categorize him, but other than saying he worked in construction, he didn’t reveal much. He even deflected the conversation the couple of times I asked how his car came to be in a snow bank this far into a dead-end mountain road. I probably should have pursued that more closely, but I found him disconcerting, sitting—more slouching—on the leather couch, with his legs spread and being all sultry and pouty, across from where I was sitting in the recliner.

The conversation had come to an awkward halt a couple of times, with him saying he should get out in the snow, but accepting a second beer, and then him saying he should start trudging up to the lodge but not moving, so I got the message that he wasn’t that anxious to get out in the snow.

God help me, but I wasn’t anxious for him to leave either. And it wasn’t hard to figure he was playing me—taking me to the brink of begging him to stay. He must have known by now that I wanted him to fuck me. I wasn’t too subtle when I was heat, and I moved deeper in heat the longer he sat here in my living room. I didn’t care if he was playing me. It was part of what aroused me. At this point, if I had to beg him to stay, I would. My ass was twitching. I wanted it; I wanted him.

“It’s still snowing,” I said, looking out the wall to ceiling window that looked up the hill at the Albrechts’ house, where the lights were all off now. “You won’t get anywhere on foot tonight, and you’ll need to be here for whenever AAA can get to your car. You’ll have to spend the night here. I’ve got a guest room. Just let me go in and get sheets on the bed and make sure there are towels in the bath. I’ll get you another beer while I’m up.”

He didn’t object to spending the night. He didn’t object to having another beer either.

As I was leaving to go back to prepare a bedroom for him, he said, almost casually, “You know, now that you mention it, I know about you and your restaurants. John Knowles told me about you. Do you know John Knowles?” That stopped me in my tracks.

“No, I can’t say that I do,” I answered. But a chill had gone up my spine. I knew John Knowles quite well. He moved in my social circle in Charlottesville. He was a bottom, as I was. What did Brad know about me, I wondered. Was he playing me. I stopped at the kitchen counter and picked up my cell phone and checked the last call made on it. It was one of my calls, not a call to AAA. My mind was spinning as I went back to the bedrooms. What the fuck was going on here?

When I came back out, he’d rid himself of the T-shirt, had his legs spread and his feet on the coffee table. His fly was unzipped and a fat ole cock was standing straight up from the flared jeans. He’d turned the DVD on and was watching a sex scene and stroking his cock.

“You know, you don’t have to set up a guest room just for me,” he said. “I could sleep in your bed with you.”

“Uh, I didn’t mean for that to be on,” I said, my voice slightly shaking and not having something to come back with on his direct proposition. “Maybe you should turn it off, and . . .”

“And stop beating off?” he asked, turning a sneery look at me.

“Yeah, I guess so. I didn’t—”

“You didn’t actually say you wanted me to stay and fuck you, but you do, don’t you?” he said. “You don’t want me to put my cock away, do you? You don’t want me to use the guest room.” He made to do so—to fold his cock back into his fly—and I groaned and involuntarily reached a hand out. He laughed.

I couldn’t think of anything to say. Is that what I really wanted? And, if so, had it been so obvious?

“One of these guys, the blond there, looks just like you. Is that why you’re watching this vid? You’re fantasizing being fucked like the blond in this vid, aren’t you?”

“This is getting a little out of hand,” I said, putting a bit of bite into my voice. It was one thing for me to fantasize this guy fucking me; it was quite another for him to be so forward. “Maybe we should back up a bit.”

“We could do that, but we’d be wasting pleasure time,” he answered, with a knowing smile. “John Knowles claims he does know you. He told me you took cock. You do, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said meekly, defeated. I wanted someone to fuck me so bad—and now, not some later date.

“And one of the other guys in this vid looks like this guy who was supposed to come up here tonight, doesn’t he?”

“Yes,” I said in a small voice.

“Which one?”

“The black one.”

“Nice. He does you real well in the vid. Does your guy—did you say his name was Emmet?—do you that well—as well as the hung ball bull in the vid performs?”

“Yes.”

“I can do you that well. Come over here. Come over to the couch.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think—”

“Come here. Kneel to me. Suck me off. Do it.”

I was a submissive. John Knowles had probably told him that too—that I folded immediately to domination. I responded to commands. He lifted a leg off the coffee table to allow me to slip in between his legs and kneel in front of the couch. He put the leg back down, bracketing my body, and I took his cock in my mouth. He broke contact long enough to pull the Henley over my head and I resumed sucking him hard as a rock. The DVD continued to run, with the only sounds from the couch being the slurping sounds I was making, my occasional gag as he forced me to take him deep, and his mutterings of what he was going to do to me after I’d sucked him hard as hard could be.

At length he brought his legs down off the coffee table and raised me up, turned me and laid me down on my belly across the couch. “Up on your knees,” he commanded. “Give me your ass,” and I meekly did what he demanded of me. He laughed when he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles, finding I was wearing no briefs.

“You were ready for your boyfriend, weren’t you?” he growled.

“Yes,” I answered.

“So, I’ll be your boyfriend for the night.”

“Yes,” I answered. Then I was panting and moaning and rocking my pelvis back into his face as he pulled my cock through my legs and gave that, my balls, and my ass attention with his tongue. I opened quickly to him. I had been anticipating this all day. Just not from a stranger. That didn’t keep me from opening for Brad, though. He fiddled around in the pockets of his jeans, now bunched on the floor in front of the couch under mine, came up with a condom disk, and crowned himself. Then he mounted me, crouched over my body, and forced himself inside, as I groaned and grunted and felt my channel walls give—actually pull him inside me. My channel muscles rippled over the hard cock. There was no question that I welcomed this—that I wanted it, that I needed it.

“You do it. If you want it, you do it. Show me you want it,” he said, and he stopped pumping and held there, while I took over, rhythmically rocking back on the cock, fucking myself on it—embarrassed and cowed, but, yes, wanting it; wanting it badly enough to fuck myself on the cock. I stretched my arms straight out from my body in both directions, gripping opposite edges of the coffee table to hold myself steady while I rocked back on the cock. After a few minutes, he laughed, and took over the thrusting again.

He fucked me for several minutes, with the DVD still running. It was a two-hour show. It had nearly an hour left to run and, I couldn’t help it, I hoped the fuck would continue for that whole time.

Before either of us were done, though, he pulled out of and off me and said. “Over in the chair. I want you to do it. You have to show that you want it.”

He was off the couch and went over to the recliner I had been in, slouched into it, made it recline, and grabbed his cock and held it upright. “Come here. Sit on it. Ride it,” he commanded.

I mounted him on the chair, descended on the cock and rose and fell on it with him holding my waist and helping me to slam up and down on the cock. Just as we both came, the lights flickered and then went out. I collapsed on top of him and we lay there in the chair for a few minutes, him embracing me, both of us feeling him go flaccid inside me—but not all the way. He remained half hard. Only then, with the lights out, did I realize that the DVD had run its course. We’d been fucking for an hour or more.

I felt the beating of his heart as he cooled down. I wasn’t cooling down as quickly. I was still excited. This unexpected fuck by a stranger kept me keyed up.

“Where is your bedroom?” I heard him ask.

“Down the hall and to the left,” I answered.

“Is that where this boyfriend of yours—Emmet, was it?—was going to fuck you tonight? In your bedroom?”

“Yes.”

He hauled us both out of the chair, slung me over his shoulder, and lunging this way and that way and barely keeping from banging into the furniture on either side, headed back to the bedroom corridor. At the opening into the corridor, he banged my head against the wall. But I didn’t care. All I could think of was that I was going to be fucked again—on my bed—in the dark, by a young Marlon Brando.

“Where do you keep them,” he asked after he’d tossed me on the bed. “No reason to use mine if you have them.” I rolled over and opened the top drawer of my nightstand and retrieved a condom packet.

While I was doing that, he went to the fireplace and lit it. I’d already laid the firewood in anticipation that the electricity—and thus the heat—would go off at some point in the storm. After he’d lit the fire, he came over to the bed and went down on his knees on the mattress beside me. “You do it. Crown me,” he demanded. I rolled the condom on his erect cock.

Once again, saying it had to be because I wanted it, he made me do the work. He was controlling me with the tease and more than a hint of humiliation, making me beg for it and demonstrate my submissiveness to him. But he was reading me correctly. He had me under his control. I would do anything he told me to do as long as he gave me the cock.

He lay on his back on the bed and put me on top of him, in a reverse crab position, facing him, with my arms slung back, my fists buried in the mattress, and my legs bent, my feet planted on either side of his waist, with him fisting my ankles, and I was skewered on his cock. I rose and fell on the cock and he thrust up into me. I was trembling and nearly exhausted when we’d come.

He fucked me to exhaustion in various positions and we both dozed off, stretched against each other in the flickering light and heat coming from the fireplace at the foot of the bed. When I woke, he was gone. I turned and looked at the clock, aware that what had awakened me was the electricity coming back on. It was barely midnight. Still, the stranger had fucked me for over two hours. I wondered where he was.

I realized it wasn’t just the restoration of the electricity that had awakened me. Someone was outside, ringing the doorbell and beating on the door. Had he—Brad, I think he said—somehow locked himself out of the house? I rolled out of bed, reached for the sleeping shorts I’d put in a chair near the bed earlier in the day in anticipation of sleeping in them, and padded out to the foyer.

Brad’s parka and floppy hat were gone. It wasn’t him at the door. It was Emmet.

“Emmet. You made it,” I said, hoping that Brad indeed was gone and suddenly concerned about what had been left behind. Beer bottles in the living room. Emmet drank beer and that’s why I had it on hand. I didn’t drink beer. I drank wine, and Emmet knew I didn’t drink beer. My clothes on the floor in front of the couch. The TV humming, with the DVD in the slot. And condoms. Where had the condoms gone?

“Yes. I did catch a snowplow. But I can only stay the night, I’m afraid. There’s a crisis in my department and the chairman has called a meeting for tomorrow afternoon.”

“Did you have to walk from the accident in front of the Logans’ house? Did the snowplow have to leave you there?”

“What accident?”

“I think there was a car accident. A car went off the road on that curve we’re always careful about.”

“No car there, and no sign of one.”

“OK, well, come on in and get that coat off.” I was looking into the living room as he took his coat off, panicked at what I could see in there of the evidence of the debauchery earlier in the evening.

Mercifully, the power went out again right at that moment.

“Shit,” I said, although only halfheartedly. Maybe this would be OK, I thought. Maybe after he went to sleep.

Right on cue Emmet said. “I’m bushed, and we don’t have much time. Maybe—”

“Come on back to the bedroom,” I said. “It’s warmer there. I’ve had a fire going and I can lay another one.”

I remade the fire as Emmet stripped and retrieved lube and a condom from the nightstand drawer. Even in the dark he easily found it. He’d done this before. When I came back to the bed, I stepped on something squishy. The condom from Brad’s fuck, I realized, and I kicked it under the bed before I climbed in and laid down on my back.

Emmet fucked me in the missionary position—satisfying but not the variety Brad had employed—his knees pressed under my buttocks, lifting my pelvis to him. He leaned over me, holding my arms up and out on the top of the bed, fisting my wrists in his big, brown hands. He was thick and long inside me. If he sensed that I already was open, he made no remark of it. He started slow, but we quickly found a more vigorous rhythm of moving together and he pounded me long and hard before tensing, jerking, and coming in the sheath inside me. He rolled off to the side and was snoring in short order.

Quietly, I rolled out of the bed on the opposite side of him and padded out to the living room. I was tidying that up when I realized that the lights were on in the Albrecht house at the end of the road. I went over to the window and looked at the house.

He was standing naked, in the full wall of glass of the A-frame cottage, backed by lights inside. He was smoking a cigarette and staring at my house. Brad’s body was as beautiful backlit like this as it had been when he had been standing in my living room, under me in the chair, and fucking me in my bed.

I was sure he couldn’t see him, but I realized there was a light on in my kitchen, so maybe he could. He certainly had been able to see me from there earlier in the evening, slouched in the sofa and jerking off to the sex tape.

He confirmed he could by waving at me and blowing me an air kiss. Instead of pulling away, out of his sight, I turned on the lights in my living room. Now we each could clearly see the other. He took his cock in his hand. I was as naked as he was. And now I was as erect as he was too. We stood there, facing each other from across the snowy divide, and masturbated. I watched him jerking off and he watched me jerking off.

As if there was a mental connection, we both were working to come simultaneously. We came close to managing it, with him, as could be expected, demanding that I come first. My spunk arced and splashed against the glass window. His did so soon thereafter. He saluted me and the power in both houses, as if on cue, went out again.

I had had a stab of disappointment when Emmet said he could only stay the night, not the weekend. But now, thinking of the possibilities with Brad if he was staying the weekend, I wasn’t disappointed anymore.

Happy New Year.

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It’s the end of September and I’m back at college. I could tell you a few hot stories about how sophomore year is going so far. But this one is about a situation I got into, on my summer job. The situation went on for a month, but the first time it happened still turns me on the most, because of the surprise of it all. I mean it, or he, came at me out of nowhere.

You might know this but summer jobs are very hard to find, these days, for a college student. I got lucky from my Dad’s connections back home. To cut the long story short, I got hired mid-June to mid-August, shipping and stockroom running for a local distribution center. The place ships out high-end stereo components worldwide. There were six of us in my “unit” (what they called departments or areas) on any given workday. Some days the rate of orders was busy, other days there was not much to do. It was unpredictable so they kept us all. $11.50 an hour, not too bad.

So, I’m gay. I’ve been mostly out about it since age 18. I’m 19 now. The summer job was with a bunch of older guys mostly. There was only one other summer-job kid like me across all the teams/units. It had an extremely straight feel to it so I kept to myself about personal stuff, didn’t want to get harassed by any of the guys.

There was nobody in my immediate work unit that I was turned on by. It was just not an attractive set of men. But there was a really hot early-20s dude in the unit diagonal across from us, in the warehouse. I kept stealing glances at him. I learned his nickname was Richie. He is, I believe, a mix of half Puerto Rican and half whatever-else white. I know this because I tried really hard to find (ok, I mean stalk) him online one night, and eventually I found his Instagram.

Richie is kind of tall, like six foot one, and he’s very lean and fit, with long lanky muscular arms and strong shaped chest with a thin waist below. His face is angular and sexy, very handsome. His eyes are bold and direct and deep-dark brown. Richie looks like he has one foot in 2015 and the other foot back in the early 1980s. What I mean by that is, he wears his thick black hair in that styled-up puffy way that you see in old pics from back then, almost like a mullet.  And he wears a thick silver chain around his neck. I don’t know if he is as sun-tanned all year round, but in the summer his skin was this beautiful deep caramel brown color. The warehouse would get kind of hot in summer and Richie would wear a thin white “beater” tank top and jeans. I would see him a few times a day and try not to stare longingly like a stupid dog. But he was the only really hot guy in the place. It was magnetic, I started lusting after him and I couldn’t help it.

One day when it was quiet, I passed by Richie, in the side hall near the water fountain and vending machines. He called after me, “Hey.” I turned and he motioned for me to come to him. I stepped toward Richie and in an instant he just looked at me and said quietly, “You’re a faggot.” I was too shocked to respond, my mouth just hung open. I guess my eyes were wide with surprise. He smirked. “So that’s a Yes.” He walked away slowly. I stared after him, equal parts scared and turned on and confused.

My heart kept thumping in my chest as I stood alone by the water fountain. Do I look that faggoty? I’m 19, five feet ten, average build, not super fit but in pretty good shape. Spiky straight brown hair, hazel eyes, a splash of freckles on my cheeks (I’m mostly Irish). I kind of think of myself as “generic white boy” in appearance. But I guess I do look a little soft/pretty compared to other dudes. Something in my eyes, lips, facial features. Even the year right before I came out as gay, when I was 16, girls often got huggy-kissy with me and gushed about how “cute” I am. But they didn’t seem to want me to actually get physical in a sexual way with them, which was a relief, since I didn’t either.

I had bad insomnia that night, in my bedroom in my parents’ house. I decided to try really extra hard not to stare at Richie the next few days. It turned out to be busy as hell anyway the rest of that week.

Next week was quieter, and Tuesday in particular was dead. And very warm, muggy, and rainy. I remember the rain outside. I was putting some stuff back in a corner of the warehouse, away from my usual unit area. Richie approached me, all swagger in his tight white tank-T and jeans. He stood right in front of me and spoke. “You’d suck my dick if I let ya.”

Again I went into paralyzed silence. I didn’t know what to say. He let his statement hang in the air for a long five seconds and then added, “Right?”

I stammered. “I–  listen, I really just–  I just wanna get along with everybody here, no uh, no trouble or anything.” I sounded weaker than I wanted to, like I was begging.

Richie’s penetrating dark eyes stare down into my face. I look down just a little and fixate my eyes on the glint of his silver neck-chain, the faint trace of black stubble along his smooth jawline, and the sensual curves of his lips. My heart starts to pound so loud I wonder if it is visible thru my cotton T-shirt. He’s sex on a stick and I am terrified by what is happening. I have no idea what’s safe versus unsafe. Is this what happens a minute before you get beat up, or is it what happens a minute before you get offered to suck the dick of the guy in your dreams? I say nothing.

“You afraid of me?”

Again, how the hell do I answer this? Yes!! I’m freaking out! But that might be the wrong answer. I fumble, “I don’t know- I mean, kind of, yeah. Look, I don’t want to cause any-” Richie cuts me off mid-sentence.

“You wanna suck it. Say Yes.”

I can’t look up into his eyes. I want to but I can’t. I say, still scared “If you’re gonna beat me up or something, then no.”

His lips widen into that mean sexy smirk again. “Not gonna beat you up.” He shakes his head. “Such a pussy.”

Richie continues. “You know payroll, Diane’s station, in the back over there?” He gestures toward a far corner of the warehouse. I nod. “Go thru the stockroom door next to her. Go all the way back, then go way left. All the way back, in the wooden pallets, back where nobody fuckin’ goes. Wait for me.” I hesitate.

“What you waiting for? Go. I’ll be there in 5 minutes.”

My heart still thumping, I look up into Richie’s dark eyes for an instant. Then further up into the thick waves of black hair that are style-combed out and then back, framing his handsome face. Then I turn and go. I do what he told me to.

It’s kind of dark back in there, the far back corner of the stockroom. This is actually the smaller “other” stockroom, the surplus stuff and a lot of old junk. I haven’t actually been back here before; everything we need is in the larger main stockroom on the other side of the warehouse. I stand there all apprehension, me and several hundred wood pallets piled high, and the sound of summer rain drumming on the stockroom roof. I wait. And wait. And wait.

Finally I hear the door open, and footsteps. My heart starts pounding stronger again, and I quickly grab the tip of my T-shirt to wipe the sweat off my face.

It happens so fast, crazy fast, after that. Richie comes right down the aisle in the half darkness, comes barreling right up to me and, unbuttoning his jeans, says “Hurry up.” He pulls jeans and underwear down and there’s his dick, mostly soft, it’s a nice nutty brown color and medium sized and uncut. I crouch down, squatting, and touch it tentatively. Richie grabs the back of my head and shoves my face onto his soft dick. I start sucking on it, using my hand to cup the base of it and my mouth to suck and lick and try to get him turned on.

His dick is warm and spongy and alive in my mouth, it feels great, and I swirl my tongue around the foreskin. Richie mutters “Fuck yeah, I knew you were a cocksucker” and he starts gently fucking my face with his hips, holding the back of my head in place. His dick starts to grow a little bigger, thicker, firmer in my mouth with every thrust. I adjust my squatting position before him and move to knees on the ground. The concrete is hard but I put up with the pain; I’m focused 100% on Richie’s swelling dick in my mouth.

“Aww shit yeah” he moans softly as I swirl my tongue and mouth around the fat juicy head of his dick. It’s mostly hard now, and damn did it get BIG. I had no idea it would get like 8 inches and so huge and thick, when he first took it out. It’s pointing up now, long and heavy and meaty, with a slight downward curve. I have deep throated a few other guys’ dicks before with some struggle and some success, but not as big as Richie’s. I go for it. My mouth slides forward and I swallow his dick as far deep down into the back of my mouth and throat as I can. He grabs the back of my head more tightly. “OH FUCK” he groans more loudly. I pull my mouth off the length of his huge dick very slowly, inch by inch, and take a few deep breaths. Then I slide it back in and all the way deep in my throat again. I can’t quite get that last inch, but I try. I’m shaking, almost coughing, but I keep on sucking his massive dick warm and wet, holding it in my throat, as best as I can. Richie groans again, “Uhhh!”

I then start stroking the base of his dick with one hand, and sucking the outer few inches vigorously with my mouth. I bob up and down, I swirl around and around, keep mixing it up trying to please Richie. I look up, his beautiful sexy face is tensed up, his eyelids are closed tight, his chest muscles are standing out in the sweaty white tank-T as he rocks in ecstasy. I suck this big throbbing cock even more energetically and start to taste the sweet mild honey-like taste of pre-cum. Richie’s hips start buckling, his breath intensifies. I suck and swirl and lick and suck this awesome juicy uncut dick. I’m loving it, the aroma and taste and big overpowering feel of him in my mouth. He grabs my head again and mutters “Fuck, gonna shoot” and a second later a blast of semen fills my mouth, followed by a second, third, fourth, fifth. My tongue savors the strong taste of it, my mouth tries to hold it all, not spill a single drop. Richie’s long lean sweat-drenched body is rocking and he’s softly crooning “uhhh…. uhhh… uhhh” in a steady rhythm. I feel a few more drips of cum coming from the head of his dick, as I struggle to contain the huge pool of his spunk that has already filled my mouth to capacity. I look up again at Richie’s face. His eyes are still closed, his sensual lips are parted open as he moans more softly.

Then in a flash he pulls his pelvis away from my face, I barely hold onto all his cum with my mouth as his dick pulls out, he turns away from me and walks away, fast. He’s rebuttoning his jeans as he walks. Step, step, step, around the corner, out of sight, footsteps getting distant, then the sound of the stockroom door as it opens and closes. Richie is gone.

I sit alone on the floor in the half-darkness, swirling his cum around and around in my mouth, listening now to the patter of rain on the roof. A light rumble of thunder comes up in the distance. I wonder, how much sperm is in this, how many good looking babies could sexy Richie make with all of this? A lot, I think. I grin as I keep swirling his cum around and around in my mouth as I sit on the concrete, looking up at all those wooden pallets. With a big dramatic gulp, I swallow Richie’s semen and feel it sliding down my throat into my belly. Richie is inside me now. I realize that my own dick is hard, has been hard, and it’s been straining against my jeans. I take it out, it’s dripping precum.

A minute later I’m beating off with a fury and soaring into a pent-up orgasm of my own, catching my own cum blasts in my hand. I lift hand to mouth and suck my own cum off my hand. It tastes almost the same as Richie’s but different, a bit more bitter. His was actually sweeter. This surprises me. I gulp my own load now, chasing after Richie’s. I lick my fingers clean, one by one. They’re still wet and sticky, and I wipe them off using the underside of my T-shirt.

The air smells like damp wood and is thick and humid, almost sweltering. Kind of dazed, I slump back down to the cool concrete floor. My whole body falls open into a spread eagle position, between the aisles of wood pallets. Rain keeps pattering on the roof. I stare up at the stockroom ceiling as another low rumble of thunder runs over and through the building. 

As I lay here sprawled out in the far corner of the stockroom, my left hand slowly reaches up and wanders along my belly, a belly that now contains Richie’s semen and my own, mixed together down in there. And from this same belly, mine, comes a sudden loud crazy laugh, as unexpected and wild as the thunder.

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I’m a real estate broker, and today was three day that I was hopefully going to close the biggest deal of my year, so I wanted to dress to impress. So, I decided to wear my beautiful new Musika Frere suit, in a beautiful light grey silk/cashmere fabric with a faint windowpane. The big peak lapels meant business, and the double-breasted vest was snug and slimming. A crisp white Egyptian cotton shirt with a spread color. Thick blue dotted silk tie, vintage Brioni, with my matching suspenders buttoned up but hidden under my vest. Black Gucci loafers polished like a mirror. My cufflinks were antique platinum with sapphires – they were my grandfather’s, from Cartier. My white Calvin’s kept my package in place under it all. 

I made sure my platinum-blonde hair was perfect, my new undercut-style looked good with my slightly curly, thick mane. My Clark Kent-style glasses framed my light blue-grey eyes and made me look smarter and older than my 27 years. I adjusted my white pocket square, grabbed my keys and bags and was out the door. 

I got settled into my Mercedes-Benz S-Class, turned it on, and was surprised when the ‘check engine’ light blinked on. I cursed, looked at my Patek Philippe 5711, and decided that I should have the time to have it looked at. But where could I take it? I was only staying in this shithole of a town for the night, so I wasn’t sure where to go. I pulled out my iPhone and asked Siri where the nearest Mercedes dealership was, and I got nothing. So I just asked for a garage, and selected the first with a 4-star rating. Off I went. 

I pulled in front of the garage an hour and a half before I was to meet my client. A pretty redhead greeted me, all smiles. I told her what was going on, filled some paperwork out and handed her my keys. She assured me that my car would be taken care of as quickly as possible. Within ten minutes they had my car in the garage. I decided to walk next door to the McDonald’s to grab some coffee, my suit drawing stares in the small-town restaurant. I headed back to the garage and drank the coffee, and of course I had piss about twenty minutes later, and bad. I asked and was directed to an exterior restroom. 

After I had relieved myself, I went to the small sink to wash my hands, trying not to touch anything in the tiny, filthy bathroom. I was actually surprised – the rest of the establishment was pretty nice. I was drying my hands using the air dryer when suddenly, the door swung open, bumped me, and before I knew it, I was sprawled, face-first, on the sticky piss-scented linoleum floor.

‘Watch it, asshole’ I said as I stood up, brushing the front of my suit off. I had forgotten to lock the door when I came in, and standing there in front of me was the most beautiful mechanic I had ever seen. He was at least three inches taller than my five foot eight, had light brown hair and brilliant green eyes. He had the most magnificently chiseled jaw I’d ever seen. He was the man I had seen working on my Mercedes, just not this close. And he was also so very, very filthy. His navy work uniform was covered in grease, some was on his face and in his hair. His hands were black and shiny with the thick grease. And the smell. My god, did he stink. And it made me hard. 

‘Whoa, excuse me, dude. Sorry. You okay?’ he spoke in a rich, southern accent ‘the employee washroom is out of order. You should really lock the door’

‘Yeah, I’m fine. Just let me clean up’ I said as I checked my suit for grime in the mirror. And trying to hide my erect cock trying to find it’s way out of my tailored suit pants. But Caleb – that’s what his nametag read – noticed anyway. He scoffed and gave a lopsided smile that just made my hornier, but I acted like I did’nt see it.

‘And I thought Christmas was still six months away,’ he said as he placed his hand between my legs and aggressively grabbed onto my growing bulge from behind. ‘But hey, I’m down for a present any day, how about you, fancy man?’

I couldn’t help it, I closed my eyes and threw my head back, groaning softly, biting my lip as he kept groping me. But then I felt wet and cold and I looked down at my crotch.

‘Hey!’ I cried, pulling away, ‘fuck, my suit!’ My pants were fucked, stained dark with the grease and molded to the outline of my hard cock. 

‘Oh? Well let me wash that nasty little stain out for you,’ he said as he shoved me onto the floor and pulled his massive cock out of his work pants. Before I could even think he started pissing onto my crotch, then my vest, lapels, my shirt collar and perfectly knotted tie. Then he aimed for my face and hair. I quickly forgot about my greased up suit as my cock got even harder and I began drinking his piss thirstily as it hit my face.

‘You like piss pretty boy?’

I nodded.

‘Well, try this on for size’ he pulled me up by my lapels with his filthy hands and spun me around, bending me over the sink, he squeezed my ass a few times, and he was running his hand through my crack before pushing against the seam until the sound of my six thousand dollar suit being torn filled the tiny restroom. Then he tore my Calvin’s. I felt a finger slip into me and I softly groaned, he chucked and pulled the finger out. More ripping, I could feel air down my thigh so I knew it was bad. I started to protest, having second thoughts, but then I felt his cockhead just before he plunged his entire length into my tight hole. 

I screamed, but that just seemed to encourage him. He fucked me harder with each thrust, and it hurt. But then it started to feel wonderful. My own cock was ready to bust through my ruined pants, so I unzipped and pulled it out, jacking to the rhythm of his fucking. His hands moved my chest, first staining then tearing my white shirt and pulling it out of my vest. He grabbed onto my nipples, pinching them hard.

He pulled me off of the sink and slammed me into the wall, face first, his cock still inside me. He continued with his fucking, but his right hand went to my cock, his left roughly shoved the back of my suit jacket up and out of the way, tearing the center seam. I could feel him rubbing his hand over the white silk back of my vest before yanking on it until it tore free, sending the front to my feet. He abruptly pulled out and spun me around and pushed me onto my knees facing him, shoving his meat into my hungry mouth.

‘Yeah, you little fuck, taste me. Mmmm, take it all,’ he said as he pissed again, the bright yellow man beer running out of my mouth and onto my lapels and tie. His greasy hand grasped my hair, pulling my face in with every thrust of his groin.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and began jacking it fast, using the white silk vest backing. His grunting got louder and louder, until finally he emtied himself all over fy face, hair, and suit. I licked his cock clean, sovouring the taste of his salty cum.

I was still jacking when he pulled me up by the back of my suit jacket, ripping it in two. ‘Finish up and git yourself cleaned up. I’m gonna go get you some clothes,’ he said, then kissed me long and full on my lips and left the bathroom, some of his own him in his facial scruff.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My suit was totaled. It was tattered and torn, hanging limp from piss and grease, but my tie was still on, tied tight but dirty at my ruined shirt’s collar. My hair was stained from grease. The sight of me in my ruined suit just made me hornier, so I jacked even harder, sitting on the floor with my legs spread, shooting nine shots of my thick cum all over my tattered suit. 

Caleb came in with a change of clothes and a trash bag. I stripped out of my rags and put on the clothes he had brought. Cargo shorts and a white Hollister polo smudged with grease, and they were way too big on my swimmer’s frame. I fished out my cufflinks and pocketed them. I ducked my head under the faucet and rinsed as much grease out as I could. He bundled up my clothes and shoved them into the trash bag and left. I walked back in and paid the pretty redhead for the service, ignoring the odd looks from the staff over my drastically different attire. I quickly left and got into my car. 

It started up great, no warning lights to be seen. As for my client, I wasn’t so lucky. It was twenty minutes before I was to meet him and I had no suitable clothes to wear. I called and told him that I was having car trouble. He wasn’t happy, and it’s the first time I’ve cancelled on a client. I hung up the phone and looked around the car, noticing something on the passenger seat. It was the garage’s business card, stained with grease, with a phone number scrawled across it. I grinned and put it in my wallet. Do I have any regrets? Nope. That oil change was a helluva bargan and worth every penny. 

I was checking in at the lobby when I almost knocked over my suitcase when I saw this fit hunk leave the elevator, wearing just a thin pair of swimming trunks, flip flops, and sunglasses. He walked past me and I just pretended not to stare at his six pack abs and bulging biceps. His trunks were more like basketball shorts, which made his cock gently shift as he walked by. I ran to my room to drop off my suitcase and change, and rushed to the pool.

I saw him at a distant pool chair lying on his toned stomach. I watched him for several minutes as he flipped over and let the sun warm his pecs, abs, and nipples. He looked so peaceful with his eyes closed. Sometimes, he would gently rub his pec and I swear he gently pinched his nipple for a second. After 10 more minutes of gazing at the perfect ten, he got up, put on his flip flops, and started heading towards the pool entrance. I didn’t want to stalk him but I also didn’t want this to be the last time I see him. I got up from my seat quickly and said “hey”. He turned, looking confused, and greeted me back in a low sexy voice. I explained that I was a photographer for a fitness magazine and thought that he could be a great addition to something like an exercise demo spread. He must not have been too shocked to hear my interest since he knew himself how perfectly toned he was without being too muscly. I asked if I could take a few photos of him so I could show my “team” – I just wanted to stop talking about my “job” before he caught on that I was flat out lying. Luckily for me, he seemed really naive, but I had to be careful because he had done some modeling in college before, no surprise. I wanted to know his room so I got the idea to ask if he had any t-shirt’s he can put on for the photos. He said that he can get one from his room. I almost interrupted him and said his room could be a good photo opp as he can gaze outside the window (because hot models do that right?). He agreed and as we headed back to room, he explained how he was traveling alone (perfect).

We got to his room and he put on a tight t -shirt that showed off his muscles. I took some photos with my phone but didn’t want to seem too shady. He took some shirtless ones and some flexing ones and I was wanted to suck on his nipples. He seemed hesitant when I asked him if he would do any underwear shots, but I didn’t want to press my luck. He already dropped his guard because I asked him to put on more clothes initially. I asked him for a few last photos and to lie on the bed and look like he just had an orgasm. He looked a little taken aback but agreed. The way he closed his eyes and parted his lips was so hot. I told him to try to remember the last time he released and to capture that feeling. He licked his lips.

He titled his head back and puffed up his chest, and I snapped a ton of photos. Then, I saw his cock jump a little in his shorts and I got instantly hard.

He opened his eyes, lifted his head, and said plainly to me, “hey, i gotta get going so you have my number yea?”.

“uh, yea. we’ll be in touch.”

He seemed to want this “photo session” to end…for some reason. I said no problem and started heading out. He didn’t walk me out and instead laid back in his orgasmic position, putting his two hands behind his head and making his chest look huge as he stretched.

As I turned the corner in his room and he slipped out of view, I opened the front door, closed it in front of me, and quietly ducked into the sliding closet. I heard him get off the bed, head to the bathroom for a bit, and come back out. I was trying to hold my breath and not make a single sound.

I couldn’t make what was happening but I heard him get on the bed. I quietly slid open the door to my hiding place and peeked around the corner.

There he was, completely nude. He had a perfect tan and had one hand behind his head. His other hand was slowly moving down his hard, thick cock. It was even bigger than I imagined. He let go and it bounced back and forth. His hand moved across his abs and pecs, and he twisted his nipple gently. This made him moan out loud.

I couldn’t believe the free show I was getting. But I earned it, getting him hot and horny. He was probably thinking about the last lucky chick he banged.

He yelled out “fuck yeah” and continued to stroke his cock. He was now pumping his cock up and down with both hands. His abs and biceps looked perfect during this pumping session. As his pace quickened, he suddenly stopped and out spurted his cum like a fountain all over his perfect abs. He then played around with his fingers and his pool of cum until it soaked in, glistening and sticky. He let out a sigh and continued to close his eyes. I was hoping he would fall asleep like that, all spent. Instead, he slowly got out of the bed and headed back to the background. I ducked away and as the bathroom door slowly swung close, I quickly opened his hotel room’s door, shut it quietly behind me, and went back to my room. I had a boner as I went back to the elevator. I got to my room, took out of my phone, and jacked off to the video that captured all the moments I just witnessed.

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After Eric received a request from reader Starchild66 to do part two, Eric is doing part 3 due to requests from new GD reader Dave and Eric’s friend BjornG, the incredible web master of GD. Please enjoy.

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After our second night of our newfound love for first-time gay sex, I woke up late the next morning cuddled in the arms of my best friend and best buddy Tyler’s big arms around my chest with his long lanky body pressed up tight against my backside. My buddy was still sound asleep. Tyler was the deepest sleeper I’d ever known. He could sleep through a tornado. 

 There were lots of signs of all the residue from the night’s orgasms. The bed sheets were covered in dried cum, our somewhat left over sweaty bodies from the night’s heavy petting and rough sex, the smell of Tyler’s underarms, and his warm breath on the back of my neck had my testosterone levels at a new high. Our entangled naked bodies with flesh rubbing against flesh so aroused me I was desperate for more sex with my best buddy.

I began to crave his juicy lips, his huge cock, the taste of his pink ass and my unreasonable wish to spend the rest of my life in bed and never get up with Tyler in bed with me. At that moment still asleep, Tyler moved his hot body and crotch harder into me. Oh my god, I felt his huge growing cock rub up against my ass. Was he having a wet dream of fucking my pussy again? Within seconds, he began to moan and then pushed his growing cock up against my ass entrance. Yea, it had to be true he was dreaming of fucking me.

I pushed my sweaty ass back hard and holy fuck Tyler’s huge 10-inch dong broke through my ass lip muscles and he began to slowly slide that hammer deep in my ass, as he was actually snoring. He began to fuck the hell out of my ass, as he tightened his arms and hands around my chest. I was in his locked arms. I felt his lips and tongue wet my neck. Holy fuck, I was getting fucked by my sleeping buddy, Tyler.

Tyler began to thrust that big body hard into my backside and he used his monstrous penis to begin violently fucking my ass.I lay very still so as not  to awaken him. Oh fuck yea; actually getting fucked while my buddy was dreaming that he was plowing my pussy was pure nirvana. Would he finish the fuck job without ever awakening out of his sexy dream? This had to be the fuck for the ages.

Tyler managed to drive all that cock inside me not aware of the pain it was producing. But I’d die from the pain before I’d stop this awesome dream and fuck. The fuck became exhilarating and breathtaking when in some state of unconsciousness Tyler took his stone hard cock and plowed my ass unlike any man had probably ever experienced before. He rolled and manipulated his hips in such  a way that his stuffed cock spread my ass walls, plowed that throbbing dick deep in my pussy, punched my prostate over and over, wet my ass from a steady flow of both sweat and precum off his tool and he ran his horse cock out and back in my ass with increased speed. Man, this was some fuck. My ass felt like it was being pounded by a jackhammer. I had become pure pleasure as the pain had vanished.

Tyler began  to talk in his sleep as he said: “Hey Derek, how is this fuck for you? Do you want me to fuck you all night? I can if you wish. I can’t hear you, tell me if you like my big cock? Man, you’re pussy is so silk like and my cock feels so great and warm inside you.”

It was very common for Tyler to talk in his sleep as I had witnessed during our four years as undergraduate room mates.

I dared not answer Tyler in fear of waking him and stopping the incredible fucking. But I began to use my ass muscles to grip his rock hard pulsating leaking cock. The feel of my buddies huge hammer in my sore ass was beyond any pleasure I’d ever experienced. His thick and live cock was servicing my pussy with the upmost pleasure and good feeling. My own cock  was not only stiff as a board but was filled with an over supply of blood, as my warm cum filled balls drew up tight against my ass.

I grabbed my hard cock and jerked it hard filling the first stages of an oncoming climax. My body was so hot and sweaty as it was tight against Tyler’s warm frame. Chills ran up and down my entire body from the feel and touch of Tyler’s hard cock inside me.  I felt Tyler’s chest heaving up against my back and my whole body was preparing for the violent orgasm that lay ahead. It would not be long until we both would erupt with massive loads of man seed.

My rectum was on fire with strong violent spasms accommodating that giant dick tearing up my ass but I’d never felt more sensuous or wanted a cock up my ass than at that moment. The feel of Tyler’s huge cock stuffing my ass, the smell of secreting male fluids, our bodies putting off such heat, the reeling odors of two men’s high testosterone levels and the sounds of two men in such heat with sexual activity had produced surges of extreme lust for my new lover.

After a very long fuck, Tyler telegraphed his oncoming orgasm with his expanding mushroom cock head in my ass, his powerful thrust of that cock, his loud grunts, his increased breathing and an increased pulsating in that cock shaft, I was ready for the climax. Soon I felt a rush of sticky thick cum released into my ass with what felt like a violent volcanic eruption or orgasm.

Tyler’s powerful climax woke him up with his still hard cock inside my ass. “Derek, what in the hell is happening? I just unloaded my seed in your hot pussy. What did you do to cause me to fuck you?”

“Oh Tyler baby, I did nothing but lie here and enjoy you fucking me while you slept. It was your wet dream that became a reality. Baby, it was an awesome fuck. I’ve managed to hold back and not come yet so I can now use your body for my pleasure.”

“Oh Derek, Baby what do you want to do to me so you can get off?”

As he pulled his still rock hard cum covered cock out of my ass, I said: “Baby get on your stomach, spread those sexy legs giving me a clear path to your big ass. Shove that big pussy up toward my mouth. I want to eat you out.”

I went down on that puckering ass slathering my spit all over his man pussy, spanked his ass cheeks until they were blood red, flicked my tongue all over those ass lips, ran two of my fingers deep in his ass and massaged his big prostate, and finally went for the gold as I thrust my tongue as deep as possible into his ass entrance. Tyler was delirious from the pleasure of my rimming that big ass. He thrust his ass up into my face and moaned and cried like a baby from the feel of my tongue. He was at that point at my mercy as he begged me to fuck him.

That was when the sex turned into a real raunchy nasty fucking time. I escorted him to the shower, gave him a golden shower as I unloaded my full bladder on his crotch and big cock pissing a long time on that hot crotch. The warm water from the shower cleaned his cock and crotch from all my piss. I turned off the shower and had Tyler face the shower head. I ordered him to shove his ass back into me. I took a can of whip cream and shot all of that can of cream deep in his ass. I then slowly drove my hard cock through all that cream and plowed his ass for the longest time. My cock felt like it was swimming in a big pool of Jell-O. I felt such energy and lust as I fucked my buddy. Finally, I felt the urge and soon I unloaded a huge blast of my cum deep in that ass and cream.

I pulled out my whip cream and cum covered cock, got down on my knees and collected a big supply of the cum and cream in my mouth as it ran out of his very wet ass and  shared that delicious new dessert with Tyler.

We showered and went out for lunch although we would not be ordering a dessert as we had just had this very tasty whip cream/cum dessert.

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Dave and Bjorn, hope you enjoyed this sex and the recipe for a delicious dessert.  XOXO

1.

 This is what you need to know about Giovanni Pasquale. He’s twenty, and lives at home with me, his brother, and our mother. He talks about moving out, but never does. You know the type. He’s kind of a Guido, with the shittiest taste in everything, including his stupid diamond earring big as a doorknob. He can’t manage almost anything, including his girlfriends and their drama. He’s gotten two of them pregnant so far, and neither of these girls was an Einstein but they were both smart enough to get abortions instead of making a baby be born with Gio as a father. 

Still, he does some things well. He’s a natural athlete without hardly trying. He’s amazing at baseball when he wants to be. That’s what everyone says anyway, I’m not such an expert. 

So he’s in good shape even though he has no discipline at all. He eats like a fucking horse but it just goes to his muscles, which are all smooth and curved. He gets along with guys real easy, even our asshole father. Shit just rolls off his back, y’know? 

And me? I spent a summer sucking his cock. 

I always had a thing for Gio. He’s always so fucking horny, and trying to get with girls for as long as I can remember. His browser history was my entree into porno, and I loved seeing what he got off to. And like I said, he’s in shape. Not like bodybuilder shape or anything, but his proportions were just right – flat abs, the way his chest swells up with a couple of perfect, soft-looking nipples just begging to be sucked on. 

He was only a little hairy on top, but he kept it shaved, like grooming was his religion, except for those dark nests in his pits that disappeared right into his biceps. When he walked by, you could almost feel the heat radiating off him, that kind of dumb, physical energy that was just him. 

Unless it’s freezing cold he mostly has no use for shirts anyway, so almost all year it’s a free tit show, all his muscles rolling under his skin. A lot of girls say he’s cute, but mostly I see his hawk nose and his too groomed hair. But he does have a nice shape to his face, and a cute mouth, I have to admit. Every time he moved, it was a view you didn’t want to miss. 

But it’s really more the body that does it for me, and his fucking OCD about getting laid. As his brother I see more of him than anyone. I’ve seen his cock a lot in the bathroom we share, but I can’t say I ever saw it hard before last year. And he has a nice looking ass too, curved, smooth as cream and just as white. 

If you think it’s gross that I’m into my brother that way, there’s not much I can say. Gio’s around me all the time, half naked and built and, like a living sex bomb, and I happen to be susceptible to that shit. I’m into guys, duh. And even though I shoot my mouth off with people I know well, I’m super shy with strangers, and I’m eighteen, which means I don’t have any fucking outlets but my hand. So sue me, I’m only human. 

How did Gio end up hot, dumb and full of cum while I ended up with social anxiety, good grades and the urge to suck cock? Luck of the fucking draw, man. I figure being born a homo saved me. You might look at this unsatisfactory situation and think Gio got the better deal. But every guy my neighborhood my age but me was a screw up in school, and I always was just different. They were chasing tail and I was reading and shit. 

Jerking off thinking about guys while they partied might seem pathetic, and I guess it is. But I sure wasn’t going to get some girl pregnant and spend my life on a shit job paying for a kid I didn’t even want. I’m going to college and getting a decent job where I get vacations and a hot boyfriend. 

And I sure as hell—unlike my brother—am not getting into a fight with another douchenozzle about some skank girl, and ending up on house arrest with a motherfucking ankle bracelet. Nice going, Gio, you fucking stupe.

2.

Ma’s a manager and hostess at a nice restaurant. And I mean really nice. So nice that Gio doesn’t even get why anyone pays those prices because it’s “not even classy”, which means it’s not gaudy enough for him. So Ma’s not around most nights, just me and Gio making the place testosterone city. 

When Ma’s not at home, we eat watching TV, burp and fart, whatever. Half the time, one of us has his hand on his dick. Not jacking it, you fucking perv, just cause sometimes your hand just wants something to hold onto. One night, a while before the house arrest thing, we were watching Game of Thrones marathon together. We both liked the action, and also there’s boobs for Gio, and Jon Snow for me. 

Gio asked which princess I thought was hotter, the redhead or the blonde with the twisted smile. I told him neither was a princess, and he just said “you know what I mean,” which I did. Gio does not sweat the details.

“That show is hot,” he said, “but fucked up for that brother and sister to be doing it.” 

“First off,” I replied, “Jon Snow’s not her brother. But second, yeah, you look like you’re real upset about it.” I nodded to where he had his hand down his sweats. 

“Whatever, man,” he scoffed. “Callie thinks she’s pregnant and won’t fuck till she knows for sure, so I’m horny.” 

“Pregnant? Fuck, Gio, use a condom. Ma’s gonna’ go crazy.” 

“I can’t get off with a condom,” he said. “Besides she’s hardly even pregnant, so why not fuck? The baby’s not gonna’ care.” 

“Man,” I said, “you have a one track mind. What about oral?” I mimicked jerking a cock into an open mouth. 

“With Callie?” 

“No, with me, dumbshit.” I had my own hand down my shorts too, from Gio talking about his fucking sex life. 

“She don’t even wanna’ see me till she knows if she’s pregnant,” he said. “So THAT is not happening.” 

I guess thinking about his thick, baby-making sperm made me bold, or maybe just desperate. So I tried to act all casual, like it was just a regular idea, and just like that I said I would suck his dick. 

He called me a retard, same old Gio, but I swallowed the insult, felt my face burn, and said it again, just a little louder this time. Said I’d just suck it a little, like it was no big deal.

 I was giving my own dick a nice slow stroke then, so maybe he took me more serious. So what the fuck, I got down on the ground in front of him on the couch, and pulled back his sweats so his dick could pop out. Must have felt good for his boner to stand up like that, because Gio didn’t stop me yet. 

I know in these stories it’s always the biggest monster dick anyone ever saw, like it’s cockzilla or something. That wasn’t Gio, but it was pretty big, bigger than I expected. And it had a nice smooth curve to it, pretty thick top to bottom but got smaller at the head, which made it seem like it would be easier going in.

My hand was trembling a little as I reached for it, trying to act like I knew what the hell I was doing. I gave it a few slow strokes with my hand, just to get the feel, because this was the first dick I ever touched but mine. I licked it some, and then finally put my mouth on it. The head was getting firm and I sucked on it—so far so good—so I opened my mouth wider and went further down. 

It was fucking weird that first time, having someone else’s body in my mouth. I was trying to suck it, going down as much as I could—and it’s not like you think it’s gonna be, like Jesus lord I swallowed the whole thing down to the grizzly pubes. That’s some fucking fantasy. Instead you’re like, Jesus lord, I’m gonna gag and I’m not even half way down. So I tried harder and like a fucking jerk I gagged, loud enough for him to hear. Sue me, it was my first time. 

Gio pushed me off then, and said I was stupid and went to his bedroom to finish himself off. I wanted to follow him and do it some more, but what the fuck ever. Just knowing he was jerking it with my spit all over his dick was making me crazy—plus I kept thinking of his dick, hard as fuck and in my mouth. It didn’t take but a stroke or two for me to jizz right there in the living room with Game of Thrones on TV. Weirdest fucking jackoff soundtrack ever.

3.

Gio’s girl Callie was pregnant it turned out. That made number two if he was keeping a checklist of trashy girls he got knocked up. Number two abortion too, thank God for Planned Parenthood. Callie’s Ma told our Ma and you should have seen the yelling. She bought a big box of condoms and threw it right at Gio at the kitchen table. That made me wanna’ laugh, but I kept my own mouth shut because I didn’t need no drama with neither of them. I got SATs and my own shit to worry about.

I got to thinking about how Gio looked good and how he’s always getting with girls, and I’m his brother and supposed to be made of the same genes and stuff. So I thought maybe I could get to looking good and get myself my own honey—a cute guy with a hot body and a nice smile. I was going to be a senior and it would be nice to not have to graduate high school a lame ass virgin. I wanted to be able to go to college a man with some experience. 

Fuck, I just wanted to be normal and do normal shit like kiss someone, right? I looked at myself in the mirror, which I do not like, because I feel like a fucking stick figure next to Gio and all his muscles. But I tried to see myself like if I was someone else, and I thought maybe not so bad. Skinny and flat as a rail, but all the right parts, not a pig’s tail or nothing. I was getting more hairy than Gio, with some on my chest and stomach and a lot on my legs. If I flexed hard I could see some muscles in my arms, so I figured I’d work on that. Go with what you got, right? Nothing to do about the face—a lot like Gio’s but thinner, same family nose (thanks Ma), same black hair too that I never know what the fuck to do with it. Gio, I swear to God, must spend two hours a day on his hair, and I’m the one who’s supposed to be the homo. 

I started doing push-ups and used Gio’s dumbells. One day Gio saw me and he laughed, and I was going to put them down and never look back. But he said he was just laughing because I wasn’t even holding them right, so he showed me. I watched his biceps swell up as he lifted and thought my boner was going to take all the blood from the rest of my body, that’s how fucking hot it was. 

Then he made sure I did it right, and that was even hotter, because Gio never did anything nice for me before and I kind of liked it. After a few weeks I thought my arms looked better. Honest, anyone else would still see stickboy, but I felt like I won the fucking Nobel Prize for Biceps.

Then Gio really fucks up BIG TIME, just like he always does. He gets in a fight right in the street with another asshole just like him, like Battle of the Douchebags, over stupid fucking Callie, and how she’s a skank or not a skank, or whatever. 

That’s what straight guys do, right? They all want ‘em to be skanks, but also not skanks. Ugh straight guys. I still want to fuck them so bad, straight guys, but I don’t understand them to save my life. Maybe that’s how gay guys are fucked up, not understanding the thing we want to get with, just like how straight guys are fucked up about girls, right? 

Anyway, things get violent and the police get called. There’s charges, and court. Thank God for two things, one it’s Gio’s first offense, two Ma makes Dad call his cousin Charlie who’s in the highway patrol to get Gio off. Cousin Charlie says he’s highway patrol, so he has no say in this, but Ma makes Dad nag him. So whatever, cousin Charlie does whatever cops do behind the scenes, and Gio gets four months house arrest, no jail. 

“Thank the Lord,” said Ma. Like having Gio in the house 24/7 is a blessing from God instead of new kind of problem. 

So Ma runs the jail during the day, and she works dinner shift so that makes me the night warden. And just in case he has funny ideas, Gio gets the ankle thing clamped on by the court so he can’t be out causing trouble. Honest, it would be funny if it wasn’t so fucking stupid.

And that’s how we arrive at us spending the summer together. He can’t go do the things he normally does, and Ma layed down the law. Number one, no girls in her house because she doesn’t want to hear about another abortion because her dumbass son can’t put a rubber on his thing. Number two, none of his shit-for-brains degenerate friends over either. She made Gio swear to God on her life, and to kiss her crucifix. Then she told me to swear the same that I wouldn’t let his hos or bros over at night while she’s at work, and I said Ma I’m an atheist, and she said don’t talk stupid, so I swore to God and kissed the crucifix and that was that.

4.

Maybe you heard of some men in prison who use their incarceration to learn law and become attorneys or scholars. Real inspiring shit. But this was not Shawshank Redemption, which we must have seen a hundred times because it’s always on TV, and Gio was not one of them kind of guys. 

Gio did what other guys do in prison, the ones who don’t become lawyers, because he’s more the kind that needs lawyers than becomes one. He worked out all the time, watched TV and tanned in Ma’s little back yard where she grows her good tomatoes, not the flavorless shitty ones you get at the grocery store. 

You’d be surprised how all of that still leaves a lot of hours in the day, especially if you don’t read or have interests, which Gio didn’t. He just prowled the house like a pissed off tiger at the zoo, looking for trouble and the more he couldn’t find the more pissed off he got. 

“This is bullshit” I must have heard five hundred times. Also “They can’t do this, this is solitary confinement, that’s illegal!” I pointed out to shit-for-brains that the fact he was telling me, another person, as we sat there together eating cereal, that he was in solitary confinement was by definition not possible. 

He just said “By definition fuck off” then walked away, so I could watch his ass cheeks going up and down in his sweats. Fuck, what an ass. It wasn’t exactly the Lincoln Douglas debates in my house, but Gio’s got his own style.

The other thing about him being trapped at home all the time is my thing for Gio was really getting out of hand. He was always hot, but now he was at home working out all the time. He brought his weight bench up from the basement and put it right in the living room, and was working his weight right there no matter how much Ma complained. 

I could see him lifting, and hear all his grunts and gasps and it’s not like he gives a shit I’m there. His back was getting wider, and his pecs had this overhang now, practically daring you to run a hand over them. He’s walking around with his pumped up muscles and his low riding track pants where you can see the shape of his dick. And I’m there in the prime of my life, teenage testosterone pumping in my blood like liquid Viagara, and I don’t know another homo in all the world I can get together to fucking sin with. 

Maybe if I had hobbies or friends to get out with I would have some other guy to think about, but that summer, every night and every day, Gio was the only game in town. He just got more built, the days got hotter and he wore less, and I was horned up all the fucking time.

Weekends were hardest for him to be trapped at home with only me for company. He was used to hanging with his bros and hos, and even if half of them didn’t have jobs or anything, Saturday was still their big party night. 

After the first few weekends under house arrest, he asked me to go to the store and get him some beers. I reminded him I’m not legal to buy, and I don’t have a fake ID because my boring-as-fuck lifestyle does not call for one. 

He told me to use one of his fake IDs. I swear, he has more IDs than Jason Bourne. So I asked who that was gonna’ fool because a, it’s fake, and b, it’s not even my fake. But he said his photo was a little old when he was skinnier and it could be me easy. I said no way, but he showed it to me. And looking there in the mirror I could see Gio was right for a change. It did look a lot like me, and I could see maybe we looked alike after all. 

I told him I didn’t know we looked that alike and he just said, “Duh, stupe. We’re brothers.” I guess that stuck in my head, that we looked alike. I know I’m the smarter one, which, face it is not much of a high bar, but I guess I don’t even understand what I look like. But I liked that maybe someone could think I was him, even on just a dumb fake ID. 

So I told him I’d do it, but I wanted something in return, which was to blow him again. Even when he told me to get the fuck out, I stayed firm with my offer. BJs for beers. 

“You did that once,” he said, “and no offense but not the best I ever had.”

“So what,” I said, “you can tell me how to do it better. You can watch a porno while I do it, tell me how you want it, I don’t give a shit. ” 

“You turning into a cocksucker?” he asked. 

Since when was he ever so interested in what I was, anyway? 

“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t know what I am. I’m just horny, and you’re horny, so what the fuck. Win win.” 

“Get the beers first,” he said after a while. “I’m gonna’ want to be buzzed.”

5.

We promised Ma no skanks and no douchebags in the house, but we never promised no beers. She must have been off her game to not include drinks in her list where she made us swear on her life. By this point she usually knew what we’d get into before we knew ourselves. But maybe she figured Gio couldn’t get out of the house for booze, and figured I never would. 

I have bad enough social anxiety just buying regular shit in the store, so you’d think I’d be a fucking flop sweating wreck using a fake ID. But I was still high off thinking I look like him, being a douchebag stud and all, and all I could think about was getting in Gio’s pants. His sweats, anyway. So fuck Paxil, the promise of getting some nut is maybe all I needed after all. Put that in a TV ad, I dare you.

Gio had one beer and started another, and I was still barely a quarter through my first. I was not drinking this for the taste, I promise you. How Gio and his buddies drink this piss like it’s the fucking nectar of the gods is a mystery to me. And then we got to it.

We went to his room, and he put on a porno on his shitty computer. He put in his earbuds, thank God, so I didn’t have to listen to some cheap whore’s fake screams. Straight guys are so fucking dumb. 

He stroked his dick under his sweats watching his vid, and I sat there on the floor of his bedroom waiting. When he got it nice and hard he pulled it out. Last time we did this was so fast and I didn’t know what would happen, but this time Gio had his porno and his beer, and he couldn’t even hear me, so I took my time. I ran my tongue around the thick, slick head, pulling back nice and slow to lap the shaft, then down to suck his balls, swirling them in my mouth. I could see him looking at his porn, and he wasn’t stopping me.

I practiced going down on his dick from different angles, experimenting, trying to find that perfect throat-filling depth. Gio every now and then wrapped his fist around the base like he wanted to jerk it, his knuckles brushing my jaw, but he let me keep going, his hips starting to twitch. He couldn’t hold back no more and did give himself a good stroke, a deep groan rumbled in his chest, and when I saw the big bead of precum he squeezed out of his dick I got a little crazed. I put my mouth on it and went down as far as I could, pushing deep, past my gag reflex. To tell you the truth, I didn’t care about anything right then. The whole house could have burned down around us and I’d still be there on his boner, sucking him off. 

Then Gio just said That’s enough, and shoved me back hard on my ass. He worked his dick, all slicked up from spit and his precum, and I spat in my hand to do the same, sitting on his floor. I watched as his hand moved, fast and strong. The sound of his fist on his cock was wet, and had me squirming. His jaw clenched, and the fucking muscles in his shoulders and chest tensed, and blew his load, a thick, white gush on his belly and the tank top he had draped there. Jesus Christ.

I came too—hot and fast, onto my hand and the floor. I didn’t even fucking know it was happening. 

He mopped up his dick with his tank top and went to the bathroom. I sat there, seeing for him it was like nothing happened. And I was pissed off because I had this stupid feeling, like I really wanted to hug him or something. Like why would I ever want to hug a douchebag Guido like Gio, if I was in my right mind, which I wasn’t.

See? Dick will fuck you up if you let it.

It kept on killing him every Saturday, knowing his crew was out partying. So it became our regular party night, just the two of us. I’d go out for beers with his fake ID, we’d watch some TV, then Gio would bust out some porn and I would try to get him to bust a nut. 

He’d finish off with his hand, and boom, end of the party. Then I’d round up the beer bottles and caps, walk them down the street and dump them in a neighbor’s trash before Ma got home.

I got carried away sometimes and would joke in front of Ma about Saturday being party night. I knew it wasn’t cool, but it was going to my head because first off I was getting cock, and secondly I never went to real parties because of my social anxiety thing, so it was this really cool that Gio and I had a Saturday night thing, even if to him it was stupid. 

He told me to be chill, so I kept that shit to myself and stopped talking about party night out loud, but I looked forward to it all week every week.

The first time Gio came in my mouth I almost snorted his jizz out my nose, I fucking swear. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening, but his cock that was already so big in my mouth chubbed up even more and got even more stiff. Like, impossibly. I was all Whoa, what the fuck, and then there was this hot spooge, thick and salty and so much of it, gushing into my mouth. It was more than I could hold and I spat it out, a warm, slick mess. By the time I tried to get my mouth back on his cock he was pumping out the last of it and didn’t want me to do no more. 

After that time, I was ready. When his cock would swell up like that, filling my throat tight, I’d inhale through my nose and start gulping down. God, he could cum a lot. I’d swallow it all, every hot, slick drop, as much as I could, till Gio said to get off his dick, and then I’d stop and jerk myself off.

After the first couple of months Gio heard from one of his bros that his girl Callie moved on and was hooking up with some other douchebag, which you figure is gonna’ happen. Party girl ain’t gonna wait. 

He said he didn’t care, but he was pissed off, you could tell. 

“Tell you what,” he said, “she is a skank. I defended that bitch for nothing.” 

“You like skanks,” I said. “And skanks like you.” 

“You should know,” he said, and I asked what did he mean by that. Gio leaned at me and said kind of fierce, “Bro, YOU are the biggest degenerate skank of all.” He mock grabbed his junk in his sweats and said, “I see you looking at this all night, but it ain’t your ‘party night’, is it?” He made a stupid mean face, and turned to watch the TV. 

I guess it upset him his girl was partying with some other Guido and he was stuck here with just me. But I was feeling bad, because for a long time I was careful to not put myself in a position where Gio could hurt my feelings, and now I got caught. Sometimes I’m pretty smart, sometimes not. 

“Don’t tease me,” I said. It took a lot to say that out loud because I could feel my social anxiety real bad, right in my own house with my own brother.

After a while he said sorry, and said I could do it if I wanted, even though it was Wednesday and not our regular party night. We didn’t even have beers, and he didn’t make a move to get his laptop to put on a porno. I put his soft dick in my mouth right there while he watched tv and sucked it till it got hard, and even all the way till he came in my mouth. I swallowed it all, every drop, and Gio rested a hand on my head and I liked that a lot. 

Maybe after everything he just liked having someone around who wanted him inside them. 

We started doing it like that on the regular after that, not just party nights. My head game was getting strong. He maybe didn’t mean to, but Gio was training me up perfect with what he liked. He never said it with words, but I got real good at reading his body language and all his sounds. I guess that’s why he let me do it more and more often. I could swallow the whole thing with hardly choking, and I did that a lot. 

Sometimes it wasn’t such a big deal, like I’d just suck it long and slow while he watched TV, not trying to jizz, just feeling good.

There were still some rules though. There was no kissing mostly, and for sure no tongues if I did get a little near his mouth. I couldn’t stray too far from his cock or balls, even though I really wanted to. Once on the sofa during one of the kind of slow blowjobs I kissed his stomach and latched on to a nipple and sucked it. 

“Get off my tit,” he said as I was really getting into it, “you can suck on my dick if you want to.” 

So I did. He never sucked my dick, never jerked it, never thought about it as far as I could tell. I did not give a shit. 

Tragically, Gio’s ass was off limits too. I let my finger stray down down to his hole, but he clamped tight and pulled back from me. He didn’t say I couldn’t do it, but he didn’t have to because his body language was way fucking clear. What the fuck ever, I was getting cock regular, so I could take some compromise with it.

6.

It seems crazy, but the more I sucked off Gio the easier it was to get ready for SATs. Being horny is distracting, but after you nut it’s easier to get focused on other things. So the more we did our thing together, the more I could actually concentrate. Up until the night before I tested.

The truth is I was scared as shit about college. I was like that with grade school so Ma kept me back for as long as she could, almost a year which made me almost a year older than every other kid in my class. But college? No one in our family ever went, and I was making it up on the fly. We didn’t know shit about SATs or applications, or how do you even pick a college anyway?

The night before the SATs we ordered a pizza and tried to chill out. I must have been twitchy because Gio was being nice, and even asked what I wanted to do after college. I told him I didn’t know, but I thought maybe be a lawyer. I don’t know where the fuck that came from – never gave a thought to being a lawyer in my whole fucking life. The truth is, I didn’t have anything figured out after college. I just wanted to be like a professional person who got some respect and could buy nice things, and didn’t have to live in a shitty neighborhood where you could hear people shouting to each other out their windows all the time. 

Gio said maybe he should get his GED, and wanted to know could he get into college with a GED. I swear, I never heard him talk about even a GED at all before, much less college. “What for?” I asked, “Like, what degree?” 

“Like, business,” he answered. 

When I asked what kind of business he said, “Like with money. You know, with a fancy Italian suit and a big ass tie.” 

I thought about it and said, “Maybe like sports business. You’d be really good at that.” 

A few months ago I would have told him he was a dumbass, but right then, looking at him, I just felt bad for the guy. I didn’t know what the fuck “sports business” was or if it was even a thing, but it seemed like he’d like the idea. So sue me, I had a weak moment. I’m just human.

Then I blew him, and came in my own hand while he dumped his cock snot deep in my throat.

7.

By then Gio’s house arrest was almost over. You’d figure he’d be the happiest fucker on the planet. But something was bugging him. I guess it was that I did my SATs and was getting ready to apply to college and he had nothing to show for the summer, unless you count dumping your load down your brother’s throat a few dozen times. He told me he wanted a big favor, and that was to take the GED for him.

How could I even do that, I asked, they must take ID to prove who you are. That was my excuse, but also I was scared of getting caught doing something wrong that would fuck up my going to college. But Gio had it figured out: the fake ID we’d been using for the last few months for beer. 

If we were a different family I’d tell you I refused to take the GED for him. I’d tell you I offered to coach him instead, and then he went on to ace it. Very inspirational, and everyone learned something about themselves. But we’re not that kind of family. Instead what I said was I’d do it, but I wanted a big payoff. I’d take his GED for him, and in return he’d fuck me in the butt.

At first he said Hell no, no way. The reaction on him, you’d think I’d asked him to put it in him. Like he was such a choirboy anyway. But he eased up when I said I really didn’t want to graduate from high school a virgin. 

Then he said maybe, but insisted he would use a condom. It figures, right, my brother who is getting girls knocked up left and right because he doesn’t want a condom on his dick decides now is the time to try one. 

“You know I’d be like the first person you put it in who couldn’t get pregnant, right?” I asked. 

“It’s not that,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I don’t want to put my dick in, y’know, your turds.” 

“You’re telling me you never wanted to fuck a girl in the ass?” I asked. 

“Well yeah,” he said, “but they’re girls.” 

“You do know, don’t you, that girls also shit out of their asses, right? Tell me you know that.” 

He shrugged. Like I said, Gio does not sweat the details.

8.

So the day after Gio got out of house arrest I took his GED for him. 

Unlike the SATs I had no stress about the test. I just worried I would forget I was supposed to be Gio and use my name instead. It was the only test in my life where the only question I worried about getting right was my name. 

At home that night I made sure to take a shit so Gio wouldn’t have to fuck my turds. We didn’t have fancy lubes in our house, but I got out some old Vaseline from Ma’s bedroom. I put on some music, The Weeknd because I really like that song I Feel It Coming. Not because I mean like “cumming” you perv. It just makes me feel happy, like things are going to be okay. 

We got in Gio’s bed and he worked up a boner without looking at me. He put on a condom, one of the ones Ma threw at him that time. I almost had to laugh remembering it, but Gio didn’t look like he had much sense of humor and I didn’t want to push my luck. 

I just let him smear the Vaseline on his dick, my eyes glued to his hand, getting off on the wet, smacking sounds and how his pec rolled and flexed when he stroked it. The air in the room already felt thick, hot. He told me to lie flat on my belly, and I did, pressing my face into the pillow, trying to breathe, and then he got on my back.

It felt really good to have his weight on me, the mattress sinking under us, which I never thought about before. Then there was something dull and firm pushing against my butt as Gio tried to find his way—you’d think an expert like him would know. But he found his way and his dickhead was nudging at my hole, the cool Vaseline slicking the way. 

I caught my breath as his hardon began to push up into me, slow but real steady. It was really happening. 

It felt like I was taking the world’s biggest dump in reverse, stretching me open inside. Gio kept pushing in slow, maybe to be sure I was okay, maybe waiting for me to moan “Oh my God it’s so big, I can’t take it you stud,” or whatever his girls say. 

I guess I should be glad he was going slow, because he actually is pretty big down there. I just so wanted it to happen. He finally stopped, and I felt him heavy in me—he was all up in me. 

“It’s good,” I said, gulping air.

I know a lot of guys act like it hurts so much. Maybe that makes them seem more straight or more virgin or something. But not me. I hate to sound like an old whore with an open window for an ass, but after the first weird feeling I took it just fine. Like I was meant for it. Maybe I finally found my one physical thing I’m good at, and it just happened to be taking dick. 

I let my hand grab around his thick wrist and forearm. He let me. Jesus his forearm was so hard. Then—surprise—he slid back, almost out of me, and all of a sudden I wanted it back, even the stretch of it. 

When he pushed back in, my breath really caught, and my hand on his arm tightened, then relaxed. That felt like the best thing ever. He did it again, and every time my insides were hungry to be filled. He got faster, his strokes in and out of me longer, each landing deeper. 

I was already feeling not in control, like I usually am. “Holy fuck Gio,” I gasped, the sounds coming out of me without even thinking, my grip on his wrist tighter, my butt pushing back against him. 

“You gonna cum?” he asked, his voice rough and low. 

“Not yet,” I grunted, my fingers digging into him. Jesus, it was just a few minutes. Was I supposed to spooge already? “I wanna get on my back,” I said. “I can’t touch my dick like this.” 

Truth is my boner was leaking precum, sliding up against the mattress with every thrust. It made me squirm, and I could have got off that way. Really, I just wanted to see him doing it too—I just didn’t say it, because Gio don’t need to know everything about me.

Anyway, he said okay and slid his stiffy out of me with this wet, sucking sound. I felt so empty then I could have cried. It’s crazy how one minute you can hardly take something going in you, and then when it’s gone you’re not whole without it. 

“Turn over,” he said, and made a circle motion with his fingers. I didn’t hardly know how to move my own body anymore so it took a minute and he said, “Come on, before I change my mind.” 

I got on my back with my knees up and my feet on the mattress. He tried to get in some kind of position without touching me too much, which is stupid. Then he asked how we do this, which is even more stupid because it is pretty fucking well established that I’m the virgin here. But I pulled my legs back and he looked down, stroking his big hard dick, and then just got on me. “Like wrestling,” I said, hoping to make it seem more natural to a jock like him. He finally gave up and lifted my legs up over his shoulders, and one shin got greased up from his Vaseline-slicked hand, but I didn’t care.

He felt around to target his schlong and pushed it in again, not all slow this time. Just slid it in fast, like I was a pro now. I felt whole again. He stayed there, heavy in me, till he saw in my face it was good, and his hips started to roll, pushing deeper. 

“That okay?” he asked, his breath rough, when he got his fuck on. “It’s not hurting, like, your organs?”

 “Gio, I hate to break it to you, but your dick’s not in my organs,” I answered, a little breathless. I didn’t call him a stupe or anything. 

He shrugged, a grunt, like ‘Whatever,’ and let himself slam into me. 

Jesus, his cock hit a spot that sent a jolt through my whole body. Maybe it really was an organ, but I didn’t care. I just wanted him to fuck me just like that. And he did, driving in and nearly out again, hard and steady. I could feel his strength in it and took it all in. He relaxed some, forearms resting over my shins, kind of like I’d seen him do with a baseball bat over one shoulder.

He let his hips just roll, grinding his cock up inside of me, real smooth and focused like he knew just what he was doing. His chest and shoulders and biceps looked so strong. I don’t have the words for how good he looked—like he was made for this, and I guess perfect. 

I felt like I must look like a stick figure on a sign about don’t fall down the stairs, but Gio looked me over, my chest and shoulders and everything and said, “You look fit,” and I could have died right there happy. 

“You like that?” he asked, looking down at me licking his lips. I was jerking myself now. Maybe seeing he was getting me off made it good for him, I don’t know. 

“Fuck yeah,” I said. “Just one thing. Gio, nut in me.” 

“I can’t,” he said, still pumping into me, steady. 

“I can’t do it with a rubber on.” 

“Gio please,” I groaned. 

He kept stroking, looking into my face, and just said, “Aw fuck.” 

He pulled out of me one more time, real sudden, and I had that same empty feeling, like the fucking core of me was gone. But after he snapped off the condom and threw it on the floor, he plunged back in fast. He sighed and I thought of how you get out of a hot bathtub into the cold and get right back in again—that good. 

He was in me raw, the way he fucked his girls, and I swear I almost came right then. 

“Is that good?” I asked. 

“It’s not putting pussy out of business,” he said, but I knew that douchebag’s face and I could see him liking it well enough. “It’s okay.” 

He rested more of his weight on me this time, pushing my legs all the way back against my shoulders. I guess he was serious about nutting because he was really dog humping me now, fast, like he was scratching a bad itch with his hips. I didn’t dare touch my own dick, and didn’t need to because between our bellies and precum it was getting a good workout. We were both breathing real hard and his face was almost on mine. 

“Go on,” he grunted, holding pace, “fucking cum.” 

I couldn’t help it no more and tried to put my mouth on his, even though Gio’s got his no-kissing thing. But this time he let me. He was breathing like a fucking racehorse, and his tongue flicked onto mine. 

I started to lose it and he slid his greased up hand between us and rubbed it on my dick. I couldn’t help it, I fucking exploded with cum, hitting his hand and shooting between our bellies, gushing over and over. 

“Oh FUCK!” I yelled. Gio looked down like he was afraid he was killing me, but I guess when he saw that he was fucking a load right out of me with his big cock he just groaned real loud, and shoved in deep as he could. 

His whole body spasmed and he pushed, like he was trying to pour his whole self into me. I pulled him closer, digging my fingers into his ass. And even though I thought I knew how beautiful Gio was, this was something else, something special. His lips trembled, almost a quiver, and all his muscles, from his jaw down to his legs, clenched tight, then slowly released. It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. 

He trembled a few times and then untensed, and he stopped. He was breathing hard and sweating, and I could feel his Guido jock heart in his meaty chest beating against my hand. He slid out of me. It felt empty, but not so bad as before. 

“You okay?” he asked, resting back on his knees. I slid a hand over my jizz covered belly, like checking myself out. 

“I think something’s wrong,” I said, and he looked all concerned. Then I said, “Gio… I think you got me pregnant!” 

I laughed and he smacked my head with his open hand and said, “Get the fuck out, you fucking retard.” 

He hoisted himself off the bed, and walked to the bathroom. Lying there in my mess, full of his nut, I watched his beautiful back and the perfect white globes of his ass, and I wished a little that he really had knocked me up.

9.

Gio’s prison was my palace that summer. But all palaces are temporary palaces.

Like guys in real prison who take up with other guys there but go back to girls when they get out, as soon as house arrest was over Gio was back to his old ways with his asshole crew. No more “party nights” with me, now that he had his Saturday night bros and hos.

I aced my SATs and applied to colleges. What, did you think I was a stupe? 

And did you know you have to pay to apply to colleges? Not to get in, just to fucking apply. Every time! And you don’t get no refund for your application if you don’t get in. 

What the fuck ever, but seriously, how’s a guy supposed to get ahead?

In my freshman year at college, Ma let me know Gio got another girl pregnant, and this one stuck. I thought she would kick him out, but she sounded happy about a baby coming, which didn’t make no sense at all. 

So Gio turned 22 with a fake GED I took for him, and he was going to be a dad. I guess I didn’t see no career as a sports businessman in his future any time soon. Ah Gio, you stupid fucking fuck. 

I didn’t linger on it too long. I had school work, and a work study job too, so I didn’t have too much time to worry about drama back home.

Plus I got a boyfriend, Keith. 

He’s a nerd like me, but he’s also kind of a jock too, solid in a way I never thought a nerd could be, with a smile that gets me every time. He even says crazy shit, like he wants to eat me up sometimes. And he has red hair, pubes and all. And yes we have sex all the time, and we both do everything, which is what you call versatile. 

Can you believe it? What kind of fucking name is Keith? I sometimes wonder what he’s doing with someone like me, but I don’t ask that out loud because I don’t want to put ideas in his head. He’s sweet to me, and his parents are real nice. They’re super regular, like a TV family. They both went to college, and they have a nice house where there’s no fake IDs, no house arrests and no blowjob bargain for beers. 

They live just a couple of hours from college, so we spend the night there every few weeks to do laundry and eat like pigs for free. I use good grammar there, which maybe you don’t think I know, but I do, and good manners too. Like, when Keith’s mom puts out some weird-ass lasagna with cottage cheese instead of ricotta, I say, “Oh, thank you, Mrs. Miller, it looks delicious!” instead of, “What the fuck is this?”

They let us share a bed when we spend the night, because that’s how fucking classy they are, they’re okay with a homo son and his bigger homo boyfriend. What a world.

Sometimes at night in bed in his parents’ house Keith snuggles up behind me, like that spoon thing. If I’m awake for a while I’ll think about how we can live just like this, and have careers and a nice life and a house with no drama, no yelling, maybe adopt some kids. I’ll feel him next to me and think about how perfect it is, and how lucky I am to have Keith. But every now and then I think maybe in my secret heart of hearts I’m just a degenerate skank, and wish he was Gio instead.

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****Scene 1: Michael’s POV********************** 

Chandler Hotel Ballroom

1507 Regency Avenue, 

Christmas had come and gone and now in a few short hours we would be ringing in the New Year with all the fanfare that went along with it. It seemed only yesterday that we had been celebrating Christmas and now a week later here was New Year’s Eve. While most people would be spending the remaining hours of 2017 drinking themselves silly at the local bar or at home with family and friends watching the ball drop on Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve. I would instead be spending the last few hours of this year mingling with people from the upper stratum of Harmony society at the annual Winter Gala. As always the gala was hosted by the Chandler Family foundation and funded from generous donations from members of my family as well as other wealthy benefactors.

Every year for as long as I can remember my family has been sponsoring the annual end of the year gala known as the winter gala. At the end of each year the foundation board selects a worthy cause or charity to support in the coming year. The Winter Gala is the usual time that the family foundation announces its charity of choice. Like many other important long running events, the Winter Gala has had several venues. This year the foundation had chosen to have the gala at the Chandler Hotel, the most luxurious hotel in the city.

“Happy New Year.” A voice called from behind me. I spun around to see Kayla walking towards me. She looked absolutely stunning in the light peach colored evening gown. Actually she looked like a fairy tale Princess. A heavily pregnant fairytale Princess

When I had turned around Kayla raised her hand and waved to me. I waved back as she waltzed over to where I was.

“Kayla!” I smiled. “You made it! It’s not New Year’s yet but Happy New Year to you as well.”

“Happy New Year indeed.” She giggled. “I’m happy to see you here. I invited you here but I didn’t think I would see you here.”

“And miss all the drama that’s bound to happen here. I think not.” Kayla smiled back at me. “You and I both know that a Chandler event is never a dull affair. This party has everything, gorgeous people in beautiful clothes, fine food, and so much more.”

“But there seems to be something missing.” She continued.

“And what is that?” I laughed.

“I can’t seem to find Eric anywhere. I know your hunky husband is the brooding type. But I didn’t think he was invisible. Where is he?”

“Oh Kayla your one to talk I don’t see Kevin either.” I laughed back. “You don’t have to worry, Eric is taking care of something but he’ll be here before the clock reaches midnight.”

“Kevin is here he’s over there by the buffet table. But this isn’t about Kevin and I, this is about you and Eric. The last couple weeks you guys have been acting very strange.” Kayla added. “Is there something going on between you two? Something you want to tell me about. Is this about all those gifts that keeping showing up on our doorstep?”

“You know about that?!” I gasped. “HOW?!”

“Michael I may be pregnant but I’m not blind. I know when something is going on. And beside I’ve been enough time to find those little gifts at the front door. Just tell me what’s going on. Michael I’m your friend I just want to help you.”

Looking into Kayla’s eyes I could see that she was sincere. She really did care for me. But I couldn’t bring her into the situation that Eric and I found ourselves in.”

“Michael I think this has something to do with the arrival of that British Lord in town. Lord Wilton. The one who made a pass at you when we were in London this summer.”

“Kayla please don’t. Please just drop it.” I pleaded. “All I want to do is enjoy this last night and ring in the New Year with my husband. I want this night to be enjoyable and drama free. We can talk about anything you want Kayla. Except for Lord Wilton. I don’t want to think about him. I want to enjoy this night.”

“Well you might want to rethink that.” Kayla giggled.

“Why is that?”

“Michael why don’t you turn around and look over there and see for yourself.” She said. “You will not believe who decided to make an appearance.”

“Who?” I asked, as I turned around to see what Kayla was looking at. My mouth nearly fell on the floor as I looked across the room and saw him standing there on the other side of the room. He had just stepped off the elevator. It was Edward Hastings, Lord Wilton, the British noble who had followed me all the way to the States. He was dressed in the most ostentatious red dinner jacket I had ever seen. He wore this over a white dress shirt; while his outfit was completed by some slacks and a pair of black oxford shoes. I’m sure his entire outfit had cost several hundred maybe even thousands of dollars. Talk about pretentious.

As soon as Lord Wilton saw me looking in his direction he grinned. It was one of those shit-eating grins. The kind that a person makes after getting their way.

“What are you doing here?” I blurted.

“What am I doing here?” Edward scoffed. “Well I came here to support a very worthy cause. By the end of the night I plan on making a very generous donation. I assure you the charitable work that the Chandler Family foundation does is very important to me.”

“I’m a very generous man.” Edward grinned.

“Of that I am certain.” Kayla giggled.

“And I’m sure the fact that I would be attending this event had nothing to do with your sudden interest in my family’s charitable foundation. Now did it”

“Michael I will have to admit that your presence here is an added bonus but I assure you that I’m a very generous man. I love helping the less fortunate. And what better way to help the less fortunate then donating to a worthy cause?”

“Edward you do know you can donate to a worthy cause without making an appearance here? Right?”

“Of course I know that my handsome little friend. But if I simply made a donation I wouldn’t have run into you. I assure you that when 2018 comes in I’m going to be making a lot more appearances and donations.”

I couldn’t take it any longer. I was tired of the game he was trying to play. I grabbed Edward by his necktie and pulled him to one corner of the room. “Would you quit it with the games?! You and I both know the real reason why you came here tonight.”

“I came here.” He began. But I cut him off.

“No! STOP!”I cried. “You came here to worm your way into my relationship with Eric. Admit it. You think you’ve got everything figured out but I know what you are really about. I know you are the one who’s been sending me all those gifts and presents.”

“And I want you to stop it.”

“Michael how did you like my gifts.” He smiled back, ignoring my protests. “I assure you will have to do more than that to get me to relent.”

“Like what?”

“Well you could sleep with me for the starters.” He grinned, bending down he took my hand in his. He planted a wet kiss on it before I could pull it away.

“I’m not sleeping with you!” I shouted. “Get off of me!”

“What the hell is going on here?!” A familiar voice called from behind us. I turned around to see Eric standing behind us he was fuming and his face was as red as a tomato. He looked so sexy in his suit, even when he was furious.

****Scene 2: Jake’s POV********************** 

Lila’s, 16 Wharf Street, 

Downtown Harmony,

For seven straight days from Christmas to New Year’s Eve all I could think about was what I had seen Christmas morning. The night of Christmas Eve, Nick and I had met up in one of the restrooms at this upscale department store so that we could hookup. We went from making out, to sucking cock, to almost fucking. Nick was bent down with his up in the air waiting for my dick. I had the condom on my cock and I was about to slide it into his ass when I looked down and saw the butterfly birthmark on his left ass cheek. It appeared to be the very same one that Brett had on his own butt. Nick and I had fucked several times but I had never noticed it before.

The moment I saw that birthmark my cock went limp. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to fuck him and not ask why the hell he had the exact same birthmark that Brett had. While I could accept the fact that Nick and Brett had an uncanny resemblance I found it much more than a coincidence that they had the very same butterfly birthmark on their left butt cheek. That was too strange. I pulled the rubber off my dick and zipped up my pants. Making up some excuse we parted ways. After we left the department store I went back to my parent house; and I spent the remainder of that night at home with family and friends.

Seven days later and I still haven’t spoken to Nick since that night. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him. Because if I did I would ask him a million questions. Finally on New Year’s Eve I received a call from Nick. We spoke on the phone for a lengthy time. He told me how he missed talking to me and that I should come and meet him at Lila’s so that we could spend some time together before the New Year.

Lila’s was a popular establishment located on the Harmony docks, frequented by nearly every citizen of the midsized town. Famous for its coffee and tea beverages, muffins, pastries, pies, cakes, cheeseburgers, French fries, and sandwiches and so on, Lila’s is half way between a coffee shop and a diner.

When I finally arrived at Lila’s it was already dark outside. Peering in through the glass window I saw that Nick was already in there and he was drinking what appeared to be a hot cup of coffee.

I walked up to the door and placed my hand on the door handle. I opened it and walked inside the building. The whole place had maybe twelve people and this included the staff who were working.

I walked up to where Nick was sitting and I pulled up a chair and sat down beside him. “Hello, Nick.” I smiled. The waitress came and took my order and while I waited for them to cook my food I helped myself to tray of pastries and a nice hot cup of black coffee.

“Hello Jake, you look handsome.” Nick replied, smiling back at me

“So do you.” I smiled back at him, between gulps of coffee. “You wanted to talk to me about something?”

“Yes I did.” He added.

“What about?” I asked.

“I’m just wondering what I did to make you upset.” He continued. “That is the reason I wanted to talk to you.”

“Why would you think I was upset with you?!” I sighed. “You haven’t done anything to upset me.”

“Well I must have done something.” He frowned. “Because we went from talking every single day to not talking at all. I’d be lying to you if I told you I didn’t miss sitting on that fat cock of yours. But that’s not the only thing I miss. I miss talking to you. I miss being with you.”

“Nick you have to understand you didn’t do anything wrong.” I sighed. “I just had to be alone for a little while. That’s all. It has nothing to do with you. Just something personal I had to work out on my own.”

“I don’t believe you Jake.” He snorted. “You’ve ignored me for an entire week and you can’t even give me a good reason as to why you are ignoring me. All you can say is that you wanted some alone time. What the hell is with you?”

“I thought you liked me.” He added

“Why don’t you just relax, Understand this when I tell you that nothing is wrong with me. And I do like you. I like you a lot.”

“It’s just the fact that you look so much like my deceased friend Brett. I loved him. I see so much of him in you. And last night I saw something that nearly gave me a stroke.”

“What did you see?”

Leaning in so that only he could hear me, I whispered into his ear. On your left ass cheek there is a birthmark in the shape of a butterfly. It looks just like a birthmark that Brett had on his ass.”

“I’ve been wanting to ask you about it all week. That’s why I stayed away. I couldn’t bring myself to speak to you, because if I did I would be tempted to ask you about.”

“And what’s wrong with that.” He chuckled.

“Because I don’t think there is any explanation that you can give me as to why you have the very same birthmark on your ass that my late boyfriend had. There’s just no way. I’ve heard of coincidences but that’s too much.”

“Jake what if I told you that I haven’t been completely honest with you?” Nick mumbled. “When I tell you this I hope you won’t hate me or hold it against me. I had to do it.”

“I would try my best to understand your reasoning for not being entirely truthful with me.” I started. “I’m sure whatever it is you are keeping is not as bad as you are making it out to be.”

“Jake when we were getting to know each other I told you some information about myself and about my family. I told you my parents were dead and that I had family in the state.”

“Yes.”

“Well that wasn’t the truth. The truth is I don’t know if my parents are alive or dead. I don’t even know who my parents are. You see when I woke up a year ago I had no memory of my life before that time. The doctors who revived me told me that I had been in a comatose state for months before I woke up.” He continued. “They told me that it was the result of a trauma I suffered. They weren’t sure if the knife wound or the fall had caused it. All I knew was that I had some connection with this town so I made my way to Harmony to see what connected me to this town.”

“But why did you lie to me?”

“Jake I had to lie to you. Something inside me told me that I had to keep what little information I knew about my life a secret. Ever since I woke up in that hospital bed a year ago I’ve been having horrible nightmares. I have no idea if they are real or imaginary.”

“Well how did they suppose you were connected with this town?”

“They found a copy of the Harmony Herald in my jacket pocket.” He added.

“Wait a minute you said you had a wound…..a knife wound.” I lit up. “Can I see it?”

“Sure.” Nick replied, as he raised his shirt up revealing his naked flesh. I looked at his stomach and right where I expected it to be was all that was left of a healed scar.”

“Oh my god.” I cried in shock. “I think you and Brett might have more things in common other than appearance.”

“And what is that?” he laughed.

“I think you might be one in the same.

“What are you saying!? How could that be possible?” he cried. “You and I both know that Brett is dead. I’m not Brett.”

“But you are Brett it all makes sense. It explains everything. You just told me you don’t remember the last twenty-one years of your life. You just said you woke up in a hospital bed a year ago right around the time Brett supposedly died.”

“There is no way in hell that you would show up to town with the face of my late lover unless you were connected in some way. The connection to this town is that you are Brett. It all makes sense now.”

“But I’m not Brett. At least I don’t think I am.” Nick protested.

“Nick or should I say Brett if we were to get your DNA sample and match it with that of Brett’s mother I guarantee you it would be a match. Honestly I don’t even need the DNA test to prove anything. When I first laid eyes on you deep down I knew you were Brett. There was something that drew you to meet.”

“But…..” Nick started.

“Relax baby everything will be better in the New Year.” I smiled, kissing him on his forehead. I knew everything would be better because somehow Brett had come back to me. It was a late Christmas miracle.

 

****Scene 3: Haley’s POV********************** 

Chandler Hotel Restaurant, 

1507 Regency Avenue,

When I first met Charlotte I couldn’t stand her. I literally couldn’t stand the very sight of her for a long time. Hell. Within minutes of meeting each other Charlotte and I had hurled insults back and forth and we almost fought. As I recall Charlotte and I were separated before we caused too much of a disturbance. That was nearly two years ago and now we were close friends. Some would say we were as thick as thieves. In the past few months we had done a whole lot together. Such as rushing the Zetas, touring Western Europe, and even foiling a British Prick’s plot to sleep with one of my friends. In all we had a very busy year and now it was coming to a close. When we went back to college in the fall I met Chad. He was tall, dark and handsome. He was perfect for me. That was until I met his girlfriend Brandi too.

I couldn’t for the life of me why a guy has handsome as Chad with be with a bitch like Brandi, when he could have any woman that he wanted. I knew from the moment our eyes met that there was an attraction between him and I. Just the other week I snuck into his room to steal a pair of underwear from him for an initiation rite and I found him naked in his bathroom taking a shower. Looking back I should have left his room the moment I heard him come in. But I stayed and my eyes went wide when I saw his pants fall to the ground. I couldn’t help myself. If you saw Chad’s big bubble butt you would have stayed too. I couldn’t resist it. I was about to leave, but by then it was too late. Upon discovering me in his room, Chad was reasonably surprised. But instead of being upset with me he simply smiled and made some smug remark before he dropped his towel and gave me a full display of his well-endowed cock. My eyes went wide. I would have done some very un-ladylike things that night but I told that if he wanted me he could only have me if he left Brandi. I wanted all of him not half of him. And I was damn sure I wasn’t going to share him with Brandi.

In any case I found myself at the Chandler Hotel on New Year’s Eve. That night there was the annual Winter Gala upstairs hosted by the Chandler Family Foundation. This event was an invitation only private event so I wasn’t up there. Nevertheless the entire hotel wasn’t being used for the private party. In fact downstairs in the hotel’s upscale restaurant just off the main lobby, there was a fully stocked bar. And that is where I found myself this New Year’s Eve with Charlotte. We were conversing over a glass of champagne and ready to ring in the New Year in style, when I looked up and I saw him walk in. Chad was wearing a suit but the collar had been loosened and his tie was hanging down to one side. From the way he stumbled into the restaurant it was clear that he had been drinking……

He managed to make his way over to the bar where Charlotte and I were sitting. Chad seated himself on one of the open spaces nearest to us. My eyes went wide as Charlotte leaned into me and whispered. “Girl this is your chance to get your man. You what they say about New Year’s Eve. The person you spend it with is the one you spend the year with.”

“Charlotte shut up.” I murmured. “Shut up before he hears you.”

“Before who hears you?” Chad chuckled, as he helped himself to glass filled with a brown colored liquid. I’m certain it was some kind of alcohol.

“I’m surprised you can still stand.” I laughed at him, trying to change the subject. “It seems like you had a whole lot to drink upstairs. They must have a fully stocked bar at the Chandler party upstairs.”

“You got that right.” He smiled

As the night went on Chad, Charlotte and I talked about a whole host of things. As we talked in the restaurant that night Chad kept throwing back drinks like it wasn’t nothing. That entire night I don’t think there was a minute I didn’t see a glass filled with some kind of alcohol in his hand. After a while Chad opened up to me and revealed the true reason for his sudden fondness for alcohol.

“Don’t you think you should take a break?” I asked, after I watched him down yet another glass of beer. He said something else but I couldn’t make out the other words.

“A break from what?” he slurred.

“A break from all the drinking.” I replied. “I mean I know this is the last day of the year. And I know you want to turn up like everybody else, but you can have fun without getting alcohol poisoning.”

“Haley I’m not trying to have fun.” He said. This was one sentence he said sober. “I’m trying to drink as much as I can. So that I can forget about this night. I want to forget about this entire year. I just don’t want to remember.”

“What don’t you want to remember?” I asked innocently. “I’m sure your day and this year wasn’t has bad as you think it was.”

“Haley you have no idea how bad this year and this day was for me……..my girlfriend just broke up with me for absolutely no reason at all. And that’s just what happened tonight.” He sighed. Apparently his so-called girlfriend Brandi had decided to start her New Year’s Resolution early by breaking up with him.

“I don’t know what to do.” He groaned. “I’ve tried everything and now she won’t even return my calls. I just don’t know how this happened. I have no idea what I did wrong.”

“Here’s an idea…..maybe you didn’t do anything wrong.” I smiled, placing my hand on Chad’s muscled back. I rubbed the middle of his back feeling the soft flesh through his shirt. “I don’t think Brandi is worthy of you. Chad you are a great guy and you deserve to be with a girl who is going to love you and not break your heart.”

“Someone like you.” He looked up at me. Our Eyes met and I’m sure we would have kissed if it hadn’t been for Charlotte who interrupted us. She mentioned something about going upstairs to the Winter Gala to talk with Michael.

****Scene 4: Eric’s POV********************** 

Chandler Hotel Suite, 

1507 Regency Avenue,

Several days before New Year’s Eve I had decided to make plans for Michael and I to spend a romantic night in one of the suites at the Chandler Hotel. I had planned it has something to take our minds off all the drama going around in our lives. I was getting everything ready for our romantic evening when I went upstairs to meet him in the Chandler Hotel Ballroom. You can imagine my surprise and anger when I found my husband huddled in the corner with a handsome and devilish looking man. The two appeared to be engaged in a heated conversation.

You can imagine how much angrier I got when I saw that jerk put his filthy lips on my husband’s hands. I nearly lost my head. “What the hell is going on here?!” I shouted.

“Eric!” Michael cried in surprised. I had clearly startled. “What are you doing? Eric just relax. This is not what you think it is.”

“Michael don’t tell me to relax when this fucking prick is over here putting his lips on you and trying to make advances on you. I bet this is the jerk who keeps messing with us and sending you gifts and stuff.”

“You might be a commoner but you’re not as dumb as you look.” Edward grinned. “Of course I’m the one who’s been sending Michael all those presents and gifts. You would be able to lavish him with gifts too if you had the means.”

“You see that’s why people shouldn’t marry below their station.”

“You fucking ass!” I shouted. By now I was causing quite the commotion. “You don’t know anything about my relationship with MY husband. So I suggest you go back to England.”

“I’ assure you Mister Smith that I’m not going anywhere. I have enough money to stay here for a very long time and to make your life very unpleasant.”

“Why would you do that?” Michael blurted. “Why would you make it your mission in life to ruin my husband’s life when you don’t even know him? You are doing all this because you want to sleep with me?”

“Michael if there is one thing that you should know about me it is my determination. From the moment I laid eyes on you I wanted you. I’m more determined than ever to have you.” Lord Wilton grinned. “I don’t care if you have a husband. Hell he can watch if he wants.”

“So why don’t you come upstairs to my room and we can ring in the New Year while I pound that tight ass of yours.”

“Listen here you piece of shit!” I growled. “Michael is married to me and he’s not going anywhere with you! And you can forget about my husband’s sweet ass because the only dick that’s going inside there is mine.”

“Eric stop it.” Michael pleaded. While my husband was all for me defending my honor I got the feeling he wasn’t too fond of me talking about sticking my dick in his ass when there were so many people and friends of our family around. “Let’s just go. Let’s just ignore him.” He pressed.

“Eric sooner or later your husband is going to realize that you can’t give him what he really needs. And when he does I’ll be waiting in my bed. Who in their right mind would choose a poor nobody over a blue-blooded noble like me?”

“Over my dead body….There is no way in hell Michael would ever leave me for you. Neither he nor I give a damn that you are royalty. So fucking what!” I added.

“Trust me it’s going to happen.” Edward, Lord Wilton smiled. “One of these days I’m going to sleep with Michael and there is nothing you can do to stop me. My dick is going in that ass.”

“The Hell you will!” I yelled, as I clenched my fist. Before I knew what was happening I had raised my fist up and it had made contact with that pompous ass’ smug face. The force from the impact caused him to fall back on to the nearby table. The table overturned and glass shattered on the floor. Everyone turned and looked at us. Some people shaking their heads others whispering to their companions about our behavior.

I noticed Michael’s Aunt Victoria looking at us. She glared at me and stormed over to us. “I think you three should leave, go get some air. And come back once you’ve remembered how to be civilized.”

Michael and I turned to leave, not before I leaned down and whispered into Edward’s ear. He was rubbing his bruised face.

“Michael and I love each other and you won’t be able to change that. So I suggest you go back to whatever hell-hole you crawled out of.”

Minutes later Michael I were downstairs in the suite I had rented out for the night. When we walked into the room he came sat down on the bed. He looked up at me with disappointment in his eyes. “Eric, why did you do that.” He sighed, shaking his head.

“Baby I didn’t mean to do it. But you know how I get when I feel strongly about something. The way I feel about you. I couldn’t sit there and watch as that prick talked about you like that.”

“The stuff he was saying was disgusting.” I grumbled.

“Eric that doesn’t matter. Edward Hastings words are not going to hurt you or me. No matter what he says I’m not going to sleep with him. I love you.”

“And I love you too.” I smiled. My smile got even bigger when I felt him kiss me on the cheek as he placed his hand over my dick.

“So you’re not mad at me.” I sighed.

“No it’s not that I’m mad, I just want you to be able to express yourself without resorting to violence. I know you didn’t like what that guy was saying but there is honestly nothing that he could say that could make me choose him over you. Eric you are the love of my life and I only want you.”

“There is nobody in the world that makes me happier. Eric before I was with you I never thought I could be happy with a guy. You have brought so much happiness into my life I can’t even describe it.”

“I love you more and more each day.” He added.

“And I love you baby. There is nobody I rather spend New Year’s Eve with then you and our little boy. But…..”

“But what?”

“Well this might seem selfish but I want you all to myself…..Just for tonight at least.” I grinned. “That’s why I rented this room out.”

“Oh Is that why?” Michel smiled squeezing my cock though my trousers. Minutes later I had my husband exactly where I wanted him. He was laying naked on the bed on all fours with that sweet hole peeking out between his legs. Damn that’s hot.

Coming up behind him I slapped my throbbing dick against his ass. He groaned in pleasure as I rubbed my cock against his ass. I teased his hole by pressing my cock on his tight hole.

For the last couple of days Michael and I had been pretty busy so we had found very little time for ourselves. That meant no sex for us. This was awful for me because I kept getting the urge to fuck. All week long I was getting urges that only my husband could help me with. But we just didn’t have the time. In short this meant I was walking around with the biggest blue balls imaginable. I needed to fuck him now.

Taking my swollen dick in my hands I slapped Mike’s round firm ass. Precum poured from my cock onto his ass. “Holy fuck! Your ass is so perfect. I could fuck this ass all day long.”

“Mmmmm.” I groaned, as I spread my husband’s sweet ass cheeks apart, sliding my cock between them. He moaned in response begging me to stick it in him.

As much as I wanted to stick my dick inside that sweet ass of his I waited a little so that I could build up the pleasure. I was going to slide my hard fat cock between his cheeks until he begged me. And I do mean begged me to fuck him.

Finally after we both could not take it anymore I pressed the head of my dick against my husband’s tight hole and he grunted. He groaned so loudly that it made my dick twitch and it even bought a smile to my face. “I still got it.”

Spitting on my dick I grabbed the base and pressed forward and the head of my cock pressed into Michael’s sweet hole. With only the head of my cock inside him I continued pushing against his ass trying to shove more and more of my big dick down that sweet tunnel.

“Oh, fuck.” I cried throwing my head back in sheer pleasure. “I feel like every time I go without fucking you on the regular your ass gets tight as hell.”

My cock was throbbing inside him as I continued to slide my cock deeper and deeper into his tight ass.

“Is that a good thing?” he laughed back.

“Hell yeah… I ain’t complaining. A tight ass means a sweet fuck. But fucking you is like heaven any way.”

Grabbing a handful of Mike’s plump ass and spreading his cheeks I managed to press my cock all the way inside his sweet ass. My husband squealed out. His cries were a mix of pain and pleasure. I can’t even began to describe how good it felt to have my raging prick buried inside Mike’s sweet tight ass. Feeling his small tender body underneath me turned me on even more

“Ugh, oh yeah fuck me.” Mike groaned.

“OH MY GOD! You’re SO fucking TIGHT!” I grunted, pushing forward and forcing my cock further down his ass chute. I was pressing my entire bodyweight against him as I slid in and out his ass. I knew damn well I was hitting his prostate by the way he was crying out in sweet pleasure.

“OH FUCK!”

“OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!

“Yeah baby! You like that babe. Want me to fuck you until the ball drops.”

“Baby your cock feels so fucking good inside me. So fucking good.” he repeated.

“Good.” I grinned because now I’m going to pound that ass like never before.” With those word I pulled my leaking dick out of his ass and I shoved him down onto the bed. Grabbing hold of his waist I I shoved my dick back into his ass.

Thrusting my dick in and out of his ass rapidly I watched with pleasure as my dick disappeared inside my husband’s warm hole. There ain’t nothing better than watching my husband’s ass jiggle and shake as I pounded his hole.

“Damn this feel so good…..so fucking amazing.” I groaned as I wrapped my arms around Michael’s body. I pulled him off my dick just long enough so that I could roll him over onto his back. I loved looking into his eyes even more then I liked watching his ass shake.

Grabbing his legs I pulled them apart so that I could get a better angle. With that done I began ramming my cock into his ass. I swear I had never moved that fast before. My cock was like a ninja as it slid and out of that tight hole.

As we continued fucking Michael and I were moaning and swearing. The room filled with the sound of our love making.

My handsome husband was moaning uncontrollably as I pounded his ass with my huge dick. I drilled my dick into his ass again and again. Each time I shoved my cock into that warm hole of his I didn’t pull out until I felt my cock pressing against that prostate off his. Even as I was getting closer and closer to the edge I could feel my cock leaking precum into his ass. It was like lube for me.

Looking down at my husband I could see that I wasn’t the only one getting close to blowing my load. His cock was rock hard and was twitching against his abs and my stomach.

For the longest time we had been on the edge of the bed fucking. Actually Michael was on the bed and I was on the edge of it. Picking Michael up off the bed I climbed onto the bed and slid him up the bed until we were touching the headboard. Once his head hit the pillow I slammed my cock between those round globes of flesh.

If you would have been standing outside the door of our hotel suite you would have heard a whole lot of noise. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping lewdly against each other, and heavy breathing.

“OHHHH SHIT! OHHHHH IM going to CUM!” Michael cried, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Mike’s cock shook as cum rocketed out of his dick. His cock twitched as it shot out round after round of cum. His cum covered our naked bodies.

Placing my hands on his waist I continued to pound away at that tight hole. My cock buried deep inside Michael’s ass I felt his ass muscles squeeze and tighten. His ass was squeezing my shaft so tight it was more than I could take.

“OH FUCK!” I screamed out.

“Oh fuck I’m going to FUCKING CUMMMM!” I groaned loudly as I drilled my cock into Mike’s ass even harder, my balls slapping against his naked backside. Right before I was about to shoot my load I pulled my throbbing cock out of that tight hole. Taking my dick in my hands I jerked it hard and waited for the fireworks to start. And boy did they did. Thick streams of cum went flying through the air landing on Michael’s face and coating his abs. and chest too.

“Oh fuck.” Mike smiled, precum dripping out of his hair.

“Happy New Year baby.” I smiled, as I bent down and kissed Michael on the lips.

****Scene 5: Kayla’s POV********************** 

Chandler Hotel, 

1507 Regency Avenue,

Sensing the growing tension between Eric and Lord Wilton I decided it would be best for me and my unborn child if I stayed as far away from that situation as possible. For the safety of my unborn child. I was certain Eric and that British guy would come to blows before the night was over. While I loved Eric and Michael, there was no way I could get involved in that situation. I needed to think of my unborn child. He or she could have come at any time and I didn’t even know the baby’s gender. Kevin and I had decided to wait until the child was born before we found out the sex of the child. For eight-and a half months now I had impatiently awaited the birth of my child. I wanted more than anything to know the sex of the baby. Honestly I had wished for a little girl while Kevin of course wished for a boy he could teach manly things.

I walked over to the other side of the room and found Kevin at the buffet table helping himself to a tray of fried chicken wings. “I thought I found you here.” I smiled. Kissing him on the cheek.

“Baby where did you go?” he asked. “I looked up and you were gone.

“I was just over there talking with Eric and Michael.” I replied. “What do you mean where I went? You’re the one who wandered all the way over to the buffet table.”

“What are you even eating?” I giggled.

“Just a fried chicken wing.” He laughed back. “You should try some.” He held up his plate for my inspection. It had several pieces of food on his plate.

“Sure.” I smiled, as I picked up one of the wings and bit into it. As soon as I swallowed it I felt like my mouth was on fire. “Oh my god Kev, this is hot as hell!”

“Sorry baby I didn’t know you picked up the spicy one.” He chuckled. “I’m sure the baby likes it though. If he’s anything like his dad he’ll love spicy food.”

“If she is anything like her father.” I corrected. Even though neither of us knew the sex of the baby I had feeling it was a girl.

“Kevin just think next year not only will be spending New Year’s Eve as husband and wife, we will also have a sweet little baby as well.” I smiled.

“Yeah I know baby.” He smiled back at me. “There is no one in this world I rather spend New Year’s with then the love of my life and my child.”

“Speaking of children I told Michael and Eric I would go down and check on Johnny and bring him up to the party so they can watch the ball drop.

“Ok babe. I’ll see you when you come back up here.” Kevin replied. I turned and walked towards the elevator. The Chandler hotel had many amenities like a restaurant, Harrington’s boutique, private gym, and even a nursery were parents could drop their children off. The nursery had a security system so that only parents and people with special access were able to access the room.

From the moment I entered the room I sensed something was off. I had no idea until I walked over to Johnny’s crib and I found it empty. Immediately my mind began to race. I was terrified. How the hell was I going to tell my two best friends in the world that I had no idea where their son was?

But then I heard some noise coming from the other room. I poked my head in to find a women in a thick winter coat rocking a baby. It wasn’t a newborn. It had to be Johnny who was getting bigger. But who was the women.

“The woman turned around. It was Johnny’s nanny Blair Blackburn. The British women that Michael, Eric and Charlotte had hired to take care of Johnny.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, as she glared at me like I had offended her in the worst way possible. “I thought all of you guys were supposed to be upstairs at the party.”

“I was upstairs at the party. But I had to come down here to get this precious little angel.” I replied. I tried to rub my hand over Johnny’s hair but Blair pulled him away from me. “What are you doing with him? Give him to me so I can bring him to his parents.”

“No.” She smiled at me. “No I’m not doing that. Little Johnny can’t come with you because he’s coming with me.”

“What do you mean you’re not doing that? What do you mean he’s coming with you? Where are you taking him?” I cried. “Give the baby to me. You are not his mother!”

“I am his mother.” She smiled. “I’m his real mother. I am the one who has been taking care of him for the last few months his so-called parents can’t even be bothered. So I think I’m his true mother. Isn’t that right baby I’m your mommy.”

“Two things…. First you are not his mommy because I think Charlotte his REAL mother would definitely have something to say about that. Second you are out of your mind if you think I’m letting you go anywhere with that little boy.”

“Kayla I’m going to try to say this nicely because I do like you. So please move out of the way. NOW.”

“Or what.”

“Or I’ll be forced to take drastic action. She pulled out a gun from the diaper bag she was holding.

“OH MY GOD! What are you doing with that thing?!” What are you doing with that thing? Put that thing away before you hurt someone.”

“Listen here I’m not going to hurt anyone as long as I’m allowed to leave in peace with my son.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“Oh but you will or else.”

“Or else what?” I replied in defiance.

“Or else I’ll shoot you.”

“You would shoot pregnant woman?”

“Do you want to find out.” She replied, shoving the barrel of the gun into my back. “Now pick up a bag and move. If you won’t move then you can carry a bag.”

“We have to get to the airport.”

“Now.”

****Scene 6: Narrator’s POV********************** 

Chandler Hotel 

1507 Regency Avenue,

A New Year had come and while many were out partying and having a good time some people were in grave danger. Kayla was in the latter category. She was being forced at gunpoint to watch as some lunatic ran off with her best friends’ son. The Chandler family had invited Blair into their home thinking her to be a kind and caring woman. They were dead wrong this was something they would lean too late. For Charlotte had been right the entire time. She had not trusted Blair but no one had believed her suspicions. When the sheep invite the wolves for dinner it is never a good outcome. The current situation at the Chandler Hotel in Harmony was not unlike that situation.

Kayla, Blair and Johnny were halfway down the hall towards the elevator when a voice called out to them. Kayla and Blair turned around to see Michael and Eric standing at the other end of the hall. Michael motioned them to come over to them; but Kayla froze in fear. “Is everything ok Kayla? What are you guys doing with Johnny?”

“Nothing guys everything is fine.” Kayla lied. “Everything is just fine.” Not only did she overemphasized the last word she also made the sign of a gun just long enough for Eric to see it.

Noticing the signs that Kayla was making Eric realized something was seriously wrong. “Give me my son. I want to hold my son.”

“I’m sorry Mister Smith I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Eric laughed, stepping closer, his hands raised.

“Because he’s coming with me.” Blair smiled.

“I’m sorry you are mistaken. Because he is my son and I say he’s not going anywhere with you. So give me my son. NOW.” Eric growled low.

“No I’m afraid you are mistaken.” Blair added revealing the gun she had. “This precious baby needs a mother not two fathers. I’m his mother.”

“You are not his mother, Charlotte is his mother.” Kayla protested.

Eric didn’t even flinch when he saw Blair pull out the gun. He was mere feet away from where they were standing as he stepped closer towards them. “STEP BACK!” Blair yelled as she pointed the gun at Eric.

Reaching around Blair pressed the elevator button and a second later the elevator opened up. Blair was about to step inside the elevator with the baby and Kayla when Eric lunged forward. Blair fired and when the smoke cleared Eric was lying on the carpeted floor of the upscale Chandler Hotel blood dripping from his chest, the result of a bullet wound to the chest.

Blair shoved Kayla into the elevator and stepped inside it after her despite her protests.

Watching the elevator shut Michael’s eyes went wide as he collapsed on the floor next to Eric. His eyes welled up with tears as he looked down at his husband. Eric was gasping for air on the floor. Blood was everywhere

Meanwhile inside the elevator Kayla was furious. She didn’t hold back

“You shot him! You Bitch!” Kayla yelled out. “You didn’t have to shoot him.”

“Shut up or I’ll shoot you too.” Blair yelled out. “I told him not to come any closer. He wouldn’t listen. You saw what he did. He was asking for it.”

“How is that? When you were the one trying to kidnap his son?” Kayla yelled.

“Why don’t you shut up?” Blair replied.

“Oh GOD!” Kayla cried out, running her hand down the bottom of her dress.

“What is it? What’s wrong with you?”

“My water just broke.” She stared blankly

“What do you mean your water broke?”

“I mean I’m about to have this baby.” Kayla screamed in pain. “That’s something you should know if you want to be a mother.”

Meanwhile in other parts of the hotel Haley was helping Chad upstairs so that he could sleep off the drunken state he was in. Haley had managed to get Chad upstairs to the room that he had been staying at. She stripped his clothes off him, all of them except the underwear and helped him into bed.

She was about to leave when he grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed. He planted his lips on hers and she smiled as she kissed him. He reeked of beer but Haley enjoyed the kiss anyways. She only pulled away when she remembered how drunk Chad really was. There was no way he was going to even remember doing that. Haley would have gotten up and left but he held her there in the bed. “Stay with me. I don’t want to be alone.” He whispered.

“Ok I’ll stay with you.” She smiled. This was something that Haley had agreed to but really what choice did she have. Even drunk after all that alcohol he was surprisingly strong. He kissed her again before crashing head first onto the bed.

Looking at the clock Haley noticed that it had just turned 12 am.

“Happy NEW YEAR! To me.” Haley smiled as she remembered that little tidbit of information stating that whoever you were with at midnight was the person you would spend the year with.

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As the New Year came in Michael cried over his wounded husband not knowing what to do as he watched his child be abducted at the same time as his husband gasped for air clinging to life. Kayla went through another contraction as she brought her baby girl into the world. Yes Kayla was right about that. Meanwhile Jake reveled in the belief that Brett had come home to him. On another note Haley slept peacefully in a warm bed next to the half-naked and very intoxicated Chad.

Upstairs at the Winter Gala Charlotte and Kevin wondered where their friends had gone. Music played in the background. 2017 classics like Meant to be by Bebe Rexha, Sorry not sorry by Demi Lavato and of course Thunder by Imagine Dragons….. But one thing was true all over the hotel and throughout Harmony and the whole world. The old year was gone and a new year was here…

Should Old Acquaintance be forgot, and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished, and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold, that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect. On old long syne.

STAY TUNED AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!…………………………. 

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The fact that I had to work did dampen my spirits significantly that day. I was barely into the office when my boss, Nina, immediately told me that I had to do a tour with a colleague from logistics. I had completely forgotten what we were supposed to get, only that it was somehow in the north of the city and carrying boxes in such bad weather was something that didn’t appeal to me at all. But I was new in the team so I didn’t have much of a choice. All I was hoping for was that the colleague wasn’t a complete retard. And Nina had a nice ass so I was more willing to do something for her.
About an hour later a guy came into the office. Nina greeted him friendly and I assumed it was the man she had been talking about. He seemed nice, a bit intimidating, but not much. He had short, bright red hair, an angular face, was maybe mid- or late thirties, big muscles in a sleeveless shirt. That body might have been about 90 kg of muscles, and he wasn’t even particularly big, maybe 1.80 m. He radiated confidence, not a surprise with a body like that. He probably hit the gym five times a week.
Nina called me for introduction. “Maik, this is Hanno. He is going to help you with the load, so he can get a look at the storage facility. “
Maik looked at me with piercing green eyes. “Glad to meet you, young man,” he says in a slightly jovial tone. When he shook my hand I felt a sudden jolt running through my body; it was gone as quickly as it had come and my gaze landed on his veiny arms leading up to the big lizard tattoo that was decorating his huge, muscled shoulders. He also had a strong odor, a heavy mixture of shower gel and summer sweat.
The man was almost a cliché and usually someone like him might have intimidated me, but not so this time. Instead I felt this odd jolt and all I could say was a “hi.” Lucky for me Nina had taken over and explained some details about the tour for me or otherwise I might have stared at Maik some more.
“I am sure Maik will introduce everything to you.” She ended.
“Of course,” was all I could reply.
“Of course,” Maik said as well. “In a few hours I will deliver this man back to you in exceptional condition.”
When leaving the office he had laid one of his big hands on my shoulder. It was only a second but I felt the same jolt. As we entered the car – a small delivery truck with a grey alien dangling from the mirror – and he drove backwards, Maik was heaving his arm on my head rest for a short while and I found myself sniffing his naked armpit. Realizing what I was doing, I looked away quickly, my eyes falling on the golden ring on his hand. Married. Good.
Maik started talking immediately, probably more because of the danger of silence, instead of trying to get to know me. He was very sympathetic, in his own way, and despite appearance he seemed to be a bit nerdy. He not only talked about his wife and two year old son, but also his passion for body-building and space travel. He didn’t just deliver books on aliens and space travel, he also read them. What he liked most were Star Trek and Science Fiction thrillers. I was completely clueless with most of what he talked about but I did not care, he had a gift of making you comfortable around him.
After a while he asked about girlfriends.
“Don’t have one right now,” was all I answered. I had a recent break-up, but that was really nothing special.
Maik looked at me with an analytic gaze and asked with a smile whether I had a boyfriend.
“No way,” was my immediate response.
“I see,” he answered while looking at the street again.
“So you are straight?” He asked as if my reaction wasn’t clear.
“Of course, I am just single.” I answered while trying not to look at him.
“Sometimes I drill guys,” he said completely casually without taking his eyes from the street. I, on the other hand, probably looked flabbergasted.
“When you say drill… do you mean?”
“I noticed it in the fitness studio while showering. The guys were staring at me. Because of my body of course … and I have a very big dick.”
He stopped at a red flashlight and he looked at me directly.
“A very big dick?”, I was actually asking. What was wrong with me?
“Very big.” He was grinning at me challengingly. “24 cm and quite fat.”
“24…?” My eyes must have been huge. I was pretty close to asking him why he told me that, or why on earth I care. But I wasn’t that stupid, it was clear why he told me that, what wasn’t clear was why I cared.
And then – without giving me any actual chance to realize what is happening, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face down into his crotch. With soft strength, making it clear that he did not expect any resistance, he pressed my nose and mouth against the fabric of his jeans, under which I could feel a truly humungous monster. This time it wasn’t just one jolt that was coursing through my body, but a dozen of them, racing straight to me own dick, filling it with blood.
While he gave me this sample of his equipment, the truck was starting again.
I got up and tried to get any words out, while he was continuing completely casually with his exposure.
“It gets me really horny when guys find me hot. It is primal, probably from the lizard part of my brain. I am 42. How old are you?”
My own mind was so confused about how my body was reacting to this guy that all I could say was “23.” My hard-on was straining against my jeans like mad.
“I am almost 20 years older than you and all you can think about is how you will be fucked by me. Gay or not, that is a total thrill for me and I bet for you too, your lizard brain is reacting just like mine is. It happens all the time. Recently I even had a 19 year old.”
Maik was totally confident in his own attractiveness. And I couldn’t help myself: His complete confidence made me completely fidgety. Apparently it was already a matter of fact for him that he would mount me that day. That I could refuse did not even occur to him.
“Can you handle a big dick?” Maik asked, while the truck was heading to a small parking lot in front of a storage hall.
“Well, you see… I never had a dick.” Eloquent as always.
He had a satisfied grin on his face. “So you are a virgin. Don’t worry, you are not my first breeder and nobody is here today. So you can scream as much as you want.” He was looking directly into my eyes. “Are you clean? No STDs?”
“Yes, I had a test two months ago. Since then I only fucked with condom…”
“Good. I will fuck you bareback. And I am clean as well.” He didn’t give me the impression as if he expected any response on my part. I didn’t think that he would be lying to me, for some reason I trusted him completely. At that moment he was reaching for his back pocket of his jeans and pulled an old purse and from it emerged a quite undamaged paper – a folded paper. He pushed it into my hand. I unfolded it and glossed it over. An HIV-test, negative, at most 2 weeks old. I was still flabbergasted. And horny.
“Well prepared,” I stated. He was only grinning. Than he opened the door and while exiting all he was saying was: “Come on.” And I followed his suggestion.
The storage hall seemed to open by itself or maybe it was just a mirage of my lust-crazy brain. I shortly doubted whether it was smart to follow him, I should have made it clear that I make the decisions and won’t just follow him everywhere. However, he seemed to know that he was no anybody and that my dick was now the compass for my body. All I wanted was that he would get rid of all that clothing that was hiding his muscle mountains. I wanted to lick his giant cock. And I wanted that monster to break my ass in and use me for his pleasure. The image of him riding me bareback was making me even hornier. Instinct had taken me over and I did not care. I wanted to lick that body.
Maik was heading determined towards a table that was standing freely in the hall. He was removing two boxes, then turned towards me, took off his shirt and presented his upper body. My knees became jelly. Fantastic, giant muscles, with a big scar on his left chest. He made them twitch, left, right, left, right. I stood directly in front of him, wanted to touch his body. Before I could make contact he pulled my T-shirt from my body and threw it aside. Once more he grabbed the back of my head, pulled me towards him and pressed my face between his chest muscles. The fact that I was slightly shorter than him seemed to please him. I did not hesitate; fought for enough space to lick his nipples. Hard, small nipples. I felt his body with my hands. Hard muscles everywhere. Maik flexed his biceps of his right arm, big like a melon. He guided my head towards his arm; he wanted me to worship him. I was eager to comply, as long as I just got to have a taste of his massive manhood. “Raunchy!” I whispered – and I noticed that this had given him the confirmation he wanted. I reached for his girdle. Maik took my hands, placed them on his chest. So I continued with that. I felt him, kissed him and licked his shaven skin.
“Is this making you horny? Does my body turn you on?” Apparently that was what he wanted to here.
“Yes, this is crazy. Your muscles feel so great,” I was whispering. And it was crazy, yesterday I would never have thought of being horny for a guy and now I was there, willing to be this muscle mountain’s fuck toy. But I was all for it. He grabbed me at the shoulders and pushed me down, so that I had to kneel. Once again he rubbed my face against the fabric of his jeans. His dick is now apparently completely hard and ready for action. In either case you can see its outline, thick and massive, in his trousers. This is a dick you only see in porn and magazines, but everyday live. Maik opened his girdle, then – with one hand gesture – the buttons on his jeans. Provokingly slow he pushed his pants down, revealed his giant centimeter at a time. Awesome! That thing seemed to go on and on. In the end he freed the gland from the fabric that had tamed the beast. Immediately it bounced up. Not fast like mine would have done, but almost complacent. Maik grabbed his pipe and led it slap his hand a few time, slowly, to accentuate the weight of it. As if this was a market and he would present an especially good piece. My mouth was watering. He pressed my chin against his balls, placed his salami square across my face. He had a satisfied grin and looked down at me with pure horniness in his eyes. The slim, small boy, whom he could slap with his monster cock – Maik loved that role. He was the king; saw me as a horny piece of meat that was willing to do anything as long as it would get a taste of that body, that dick. And in a way he was right. I opened my mouth wide to swallow his glans. It was difficult to get that thing between my jaws, but I don’t care. Then I tried to get his shaft into my throat. I managed to get about half of it in, then I stip. Maik was moaning deeply. His big hands lay on my shoulders. He pushed his pelvis forward, cautiously, but with determination, back and forth. His movements were by no means elegant, his body was too massive for that, but it was sexy. And he knew how to present himself, when to flex his muscles and show that he would not deviate one bit from the role of the dominant one.
I really had to fight, but with a lot of effort I managed to suppress my gag reflex when he rammed his pipe in my throat. That way I could get in more but the entire length did not work; 16 cm, maybe 17 cm, more was not possible. I felt the fat, pulsating veins on his cock, tasted his salty wetness. Maik emitted satisfied grunts time and again and cheered me on with sentences snippets: “Yes. Swallow it. Take it all.” At the same time he directed my head with one hand, twisted his nipples with the other, then let it wander over his muscles. The whole number was tailored perfectly for him. You could have almost thought I was only an extra. But that made the whole situation even hotter for me.
Then he pulled me up. He grabbed me, put me on the table behind him. He turned me so that he was lying backwards on the table. Only my head was hanging over the edge. He was stepping out of his shoes and pants, then opened my girdle and tugged my pants and shoes off. Maik walked around the table, so that he was standing in front of my face. To look up at him from below was almost frightening. The giant cock, the washboard abs, the massive rises of his chest muscles. Pure porn.
Then Maik grabbed my jaw to open my mouth wide. From above he brought his dick into position to thrust it into my throat again. He held my face with both hands while fucking my face. He was rougher this time, as if he didn’t care anymore whether I can handle his size or not. I was only a sex toy for him. I was putting an effort into breathing through my nose at the same time while his glans was pushing into the direction of my Adams apple. Maik pulled his dick out, slapped my face with a few strong strokes and climbed on table. He rubbed his balls and cleft on my face. I smelled his sweat, his man juices and licked his holes. He was busy rubbing my body at that time. I was really a twig next to this man. The difference between us couldn’t be bigger.
Suddenly he was leaving the table, reached forward again, grabbed my hip with one arm from below and lifted my lower body a bid. I reacted immediately and grabbed his thighs with my hands to stay in place. I was hanging upside down in front of him as he pulls me tightly to his body. I felt his lips on my dick, greedily he took me in how mouth. The blood was racing into my head and I see his magnificent cock in front of me, which I grabbed immediately and starting licking again while still keeping myself in place with the other arm. My legs were lying on his shoulders, pointing towards the sky. Mike corrected his grasp so he could hold me better, then he fell upon my dick again, with full lust. It was madness. I was actually a toy for this bloke. He buried his head between my thighs, pushed my dick inside his mouth to the hilt. Maik sucked and licked my dick as if he tried to squeeze the juice from a fruit. The pressure of his lips around my dick was enormous. I for one was glad that I was even able to work with his pipe in the first place. The upside down position didn’t exactly make it easier either. Nonetheless I fell upon it with the hunger of a starving man, let my tongue circle on his fat glans. A meter above me I hear Maik moaning and munching. A few times he was sucking my balls so hard that the pain makes me cry out. But as his monster was filling my mouth not much of my screams came out.
After five minutes in this position Maik was laying me on the table again.
“You like this number?” he asked me. I nodded, as much as I could in this position and let out a willing “Yes.”
“Very good, boy. Then we will get to the next round.”
He vanishes into a small office room five meters away. No 20 seconds later and he was back again, with a bottle of lube in his hand. He now approached the table from the side, reaches for my legs and pulls me towards him. He grabbed my legs and lays them on his shoulders again. He pulled me to the front until my ass was in the air and I was steadying myself on the edge of the table. While I was stationed in this acrobatic pose, he was hastily smearing his cock with a lot of lube. Subsequently he smeared a good portion on my hole. Apparently he wanted to push his giant tool in without any preparation. He grabbed my legs, brought his pelvis in position. I took in a deep breath, tried to prepare myself  for what awaited me. That thing was really a size too big. The head was hitting my hole. Quite rough he pushed against my sphincter. He didn’t manage it at the first few attempts, but then he pulled my legs a bit further apart and then he managed to shove his glans into my ass. He was moaning heavily. He sank the first quarter of his club into me. I tried to breathe and the same time. Then he was pulling back a bit, shoved it in again, a bit more than before. Repeating it time and again until he noticed that I was relaxing myself. Now he was starting a strong thrust, with which he pushed in three quarters into my channel. He howled from it. Shit. That thing was big.
Maik did not seem to be impressed by my struggles. He grinned at me and let his muscles twitch. Then he started to thrust inside me, faster and stronger, time and again. His monster club plowed my channel without mercy. He was gnashing my teeth. Soon I could hold on no longer and shout with each thrust. The mixture of pain and horniness was putting me in a rush. I was still steadying myself with my hands while my legs where on Maik’s shoulders and my ass in midair, but I barely noticed that strain. All I felt was this massive, meaty, hart dick inside of me. In the distance I hear Maik moan, time and again he shouts some words to cheer me on. In the few moments that I can manage a clear thought I think of being in a porno, a very good one.
Maik grabbed my legs, ordered me to wrap them around his waist. Then he made two steps forwards so that I wrap one and then the other arm around his thick neck. His hands grabbed my hips. Now he stood freely in the room, I was hanging on to him. His dick was ramming from below into my hole. The position forced him to speed up his pace. I could feel his dick even more intense then.
It wasn’t fast enough for Maik. After three minutes in this position he stored me on the table and continued to fuck me there, with the speed of a jack-hammer. I moaned, shouted loud and long, my voice was vibrating under his strokes. He bowed forward, I gazed up at him from below. From this perspective I liked him best. It was more than clear who was in power while he was above me. And that was exactly what he wanted: he demonstrated his strength, his physical superiority. It was so hot that my cock finally exploded. I came with such force that one drop even landed on my face. All the while Maik kept fucking me. It took a few more minutes, then I felt that he was ready to shoot. His strokes became slower, but with more force. Then he exhaled a loud moan. His body was shaking shortly and I felt how his first load was shot deep into my channel. His hot sperm was squirting into me, three more load followed, all shot with the same force. Afterwards he towered over me and pulled his monster dick from my hole. He shoved his dick into my mouth and shot a fifth load straight into my throat. The man shot like a breeding bull. When he had emptied his balls he liked off my sperm and sucked at my neck, with satisfied grunts and moans.
After a short while he got up, cleaned himself with a towel and said: “That was not bad boy. You have talent. If you want to clean up there is a toilet in the back.”
Not much happened afterwards with the two of us and Maik did not mention it with another word. It seemed routine for him. For me, everything had changed. The next day I had blown and ridden my best friend and the both of us milked our trainer the next weekend. It was a whole new world. And all thanks to Maik.

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Maik placed his hand on the scanner and went through the secret tunnel into the levels below. The temperature was much more pleasant here and he could discard the soft human skin with his hard reptilian one.
“Greetings Klrtt,” said Mgbti, “how many did you turn today?”
“3,” Klrtt said proudly, “and you?”
“4” Mgbti answered.
“Damn it, today you got me.”
Both of them joked about all the straight human males that they had turned gay this day before they went to the meeting.
It was the usual, turning straights gay, strengthening global warming and the illuminati and of course a report on their progress.
Soon the earth would belong to the reptiloids.

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YOU’RE sitting on a white leather sofa that is sitting up against the front of a king size bed. You seem anxious about the situation, a smile on your face.
On the small table beside the bed, sits a BUTT PLUG. There is also a mirror on the wall beside the bed, so you can see yourself when you’re lying in bed
On the other side of the bed are LEATHER buckles on the wall – Two for the arms, Two for the ankles, Two for the area below the knees.
On the side table beside the couch, sits a machine gun, a machete with blood stains on the blade. There’s also a small dagger. A roll of DUCK TAPE sits by the base of the light.
You reach over at a small handgun with a silencer on it. You caress the barrel of the gun, closing your eyes and taking in the way it feel.
You HEAR the bathroom door open, causing you to put back on the gun on the table.
You prep yourself as-
–GAVIN (18) walks into the room. He has thick, dark brown hair. He has it pulled back to one side, sticking up in a stylish way. He has a dark tan, with a well fit body. His chest is defined with a pack of abs.
He’s wearing only a white towel hanging off his hips. As he walks into the room, he seems as if he’s staring blankly at nothing.
He walks out to the middle of the room, a few meters from the sofa where you are sitting, smiling at the sight of Gavin. He stares directly into your eyes, waiting for your next command.
YOU stare at every beautiful feature of the boy’s body. Every muscle on his body, every perfect inch of his smooth body.
His UPPER body is well defined for an eighteen year old – as if wanting a piece of candy – you LICK your lips as you watch Gavin’s stomach move in and out with every breath.
You eventually NOD at him, waving your hand.
Gavin reaches down, loosening the towel. It slides down his perfectly shaped legs, revealing a pair of WHITE boxers, tightly wrapped around his thighs.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 2.
At the sight, YOU stand up, making your way over to the boy standing in front of you.
A few inches out from him, with no thought or consideration, you reach out with your hand, grabbing hold of his slim NECK.
YOU (leaning in whispering) Who owns this throat?
With no hesitations Gavin responds:
GAVIN You do sir.
You drop your hand slowly down over Gavin’s chest, feeling every inch your hand. Taking in young muscle rippling, you take a deep breath of ecstasy.
YOU Who owns this body?
GAVIN You do sir.
You continue moving your hand over Gavin’s abs, feeling every tense muscle. You circle the belly button with your finger, continuing down over the waistband of the boxer, slowly reaching the BULGE in Gavin’s boxers-
–You STOP on the bulge, taking hold of it with your hands. You hold it with a secure grip. You MASSAGE the penis through the boxers with a careful, delicate grip.
YOU Who owns this?
As YOU ask the question YOU SQUEEZE it with a firmer grip, causing Gavin to GASP, trying to deal with the pain coming from your new grip.
GAVIN (coughing) You do sir.
You remove your hand.
YOU And what can I do with all this stuff that I own?
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 3.
GAVIN You can do whatever you want with what you own.
You move in behind Gavin, leaning in, placing your LIPS on the back of his neck. You move around the front slowly, kissing every inch of his neck-
–Getting around to the front of Gavin, you start kissing his warm chest. He leans his head backwards, taking in every touch of my lips against his body. He starts to moan quietly.
You stick out your tongue, gently licking his chest.
Gavin moans louder, you carefully bite a little at his young nipple. His moaning get more INTENSE with each movement of my teeth over Gavin’s nipple.
You continue moving your tongue down over Gavin’s body, reaching his gut. You spend a few beats on his abs, going over every ripple of his abs.
YOU Get down on your knees.
The height is perfect. His bulge is directly in front of your own bulge, pushing through your pants-
–You reach down, pulling off your pants and boxers in one perfect movement. Your hard COCK sticks out – as if it’s happy to see Gavin’s face. It almost smacks into Gavin’s face.
YOU (cont’d)
Grab it.
Again, without any hesitation, Gavin reaches up with his young hand, grabbing hold of your hard cock.
He carefully begins jerking your cock up and down. Gavin looks up at you with his beautiful eyes staring right into yours.
YOU (cont’d) Why are you looking at me with that ridiculous look?
Gavin’s face turns to a look of sadness – as he THINKS he did something wrong.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 4.
GAVIN (he cries) Sorry sir, I just wanted to.
YOU Wanted what? (beat, smiling) To suck?
GAVIN Yes sir, can I please?
YOU Well then, suck on it.
Gavin’s face lit up with excitement – as if he had a delicious cone of ice cream in front of him.
He eagerly OPENS his mouth, taking in your large COCK, letting it slide back into his mouth. He slides back and on forth on your shaft, moving with a gentle grip.
You push your head back in excitement. You look back down at Gavin.
YOU Damn boy, you really know what you’re doing. Keep going.
You MOAN, leaning your head back again in pleasure with every wet movement of Gavin’s mouth over your cock.
After a few beats, the sensation continues to grow intense. You start to feel that tingling feeling shooting through your body-
–Gavin continues to move forwards and backwards, slobbering down the side of Gavin’s chin. Gavin stays there as YOU spew your CUM into his mouth. It shoots out the edge of his mouth as he can’t contain it in his mouth.
He stops, pulling off.
You reach down, scraping the cum off his face, sliding it into his mouth with your finger. He takes your finger into his mouth, swallowing the cum.
He stands. You PUSH him back towards the bed. He ends up falling back on the bed, with both legs hanging over the edge.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 5.
You reach down, grabbing hold of the waistband of Gavin’s boxers. He pulls the boxers down, gently pulling Gavin’s cock down, eventually releasing it, causing it to bounce off Gavin’s midsection.
You smile, reaching down, grabbing his young hard cock in your hand. You begin gently jerking him off, while taking your other hand you begin caressing Gavin’s chest-
–Gavin begins to moan with your movement on his cock. You lean down, kissing him on the stomach. You then lean up, taking Gavin’s cock into your mouth, moving up and down with a very SMOOTH action over his cock.
Gavin moans louder, taking in every wild sensation. His body begins trembling a little.
A loud grown comes from Gavin’s open MOUTH. He relaxes a hand over his head, showing hair growth under his armpit, as he continues to take in every movement you make on his cock.
You take it completely into your mouth, sucking on the penis. Gavin MOANS louder almost screaming out in ecstasy-
–In a few beats, Gavin UNLOADS his cum all over his chest.
You smile, as you reach for his legs, pushing them up into the air, spreading his legs out wide. Without hesitation you move up between his legs, SLIDING your cock inside of Gavin, pushing hard-
–Gavin screams out in pain from your hard shaft, shoving in and out of him. The screams turn to moaning as Gavin takes it.
After a few beats of thrusting yourself on Gavin, you begin moaning yourself as you SHOOT your load inside of Gavin. You pull yourself out, moving quickly for the handgun on the table beside the sofa.
You walk over to Gavin who is still recovering from the FUCK. You aim the gun, placing the tip of the barrel on Gavin’s head.
He opens his eyes, staring at you-
–You fire a shot into Gavin’s head. His body JOLTS from the impact. He’s lying there – DEAD.
You step back, staring at the blood spewing from the hole on Gavin’s head.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 6.
You go over to Gavin’s body, leaning down, you place your mouth over Gavin’s mouth. You begin to revive him. We focus on his closed eyes for a few beats, then:
They spring OPEN.
Gavin is down on his knees, no blood on his body.
Gavin is sucking on your cock, moving back and forth with even a better fluid motion than before. He continues for a few beat, causing my head to fall backwards.
You moan in ecstasy as Gavin perfectly works your cock.
Your CUMS shoots into his mouth, as he continues to move on your cock. He takes in every drop. Eventually he pulls off, taking in a deep breath. His eyes are closed-
–You take the handgun, placing it on his forehead. Thinking. You pull the trigger.
Gavin’s head snaps back from the shot, causing his body to drop to the floor. He struggles a little, rolling on his back, his cock sticking straight up HARD.
The hold in his forehead.
You walk over on top of his body, firing FOUR more shots directly into his smooth chest. With each shot, Gavin’s body JOLTS, splashing blood into the air from each hole in his chest.
You smile, leaning down again on Gavin’s body, placing your mouth over Gavin’s, breathing life into Gavin’s body.
We are now once again on Gavin’s closed eyes. We stay for a few beats and then:
They spring open to life.
Gavin’s body is laid on the floor perfectly. Not bloody.
He stares up at you, a smile on his face.
You point the gun at Gavin’s body, firing a single shot into one of Gavin’s knees, then a single shot to the other knee. Gavin YELLS in pain from the shot.
You then fire a shot into each of Gavin’s elbows. Gavin convulses from the shot, his hard penis flops around from the movement.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 7.
You lower yourself on top of his body at his HIPS. You then EMPTY the gun’s clip into Gavin’s chest, ripping his chest apart. Gavin’s body JOLTS to every shot to his body.
You then fire two shots to Gavin’s forehead, blasting blood out through the holes.
You reach out for your knife, JAMMING it into Gavin’s gut, straight through his ABS-
–You pull it out, the blood dripping off the edge of the blade. Without thought, you JAM it into Gavin’s chest, pushing hard through the ribs.
Gavin’s eyes are open in the bloody mess – he’s DEAD.
Gavin pulls back from the body, looking at the BLOOD on the walls and the floors. He drops the knife on Gavin’s blood, ripped apart skin.
You eventually goes over to Gavin’s body, leaning down and kissing Gavin on the lips, beginning to breathe something into his mouth. You start to kiss him, passionately, enjoying the reviving moment this time.
You stand, waiting, looking at Gavin’s clean body.
Gavin stands, walking over to the buckles on the wall. You wrap the leather straps around each arm, moving down to his ankles. You gently RUB your hands on his legs as you move up to pull on the straps around the area below his knees.
His body is secure, his cock sticks out HARDER, pointing out at you. You smile.
You caress the upper chest area of his body, moving your hand gently over his body.
Gavin’s cock seems poised and ready.
You walk back to the table, picking up the machine gun. You walk back over, standing a few feet from Gavin.
You squeeze the trigger for a few seconds, spraying bullets into Gavin’s chest and gut. He convulses and shakes uncontrollably with each of the forty six penetrating bullets.
You release the trigger in a sigh of enjoyment, causing Gavin’s body to lean forward in the straps, his head bent down.
The white wall behind Gavin is RED with BLOOD.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED: 8.
You stare at Gavin’s body. Your heartbeat races as you take in Gavin’s crippled dead body.
You walk over to Gavin’s limp body, pushing his head back. You stare at him, leaning in the kiss him on the lips, breathing into his mouth. You pull back and we see Gavin’s body clean and unbroken by the bullets.
You UNSTRAP Gavin, letting him walk out into the middle of the room by the sofa.
You reach down, grabbing hold of Gavin’s cock, pushing and pulling on his shaft, causing his cock to spring alive.
It grows long and hard, reaching out for you. You smile at Gavin’s innocent face as he stares at you. Stepping back from Gavin’s body, you walk off the scene, leaving us staring at Gavin’s perfect smooth body.
Gavin watches as you walk on the scene with a MACHETE, with dried blood on the edge.
You wrap some duck tape around his mouth.
In a split second, you aim the machete swinging it down on Gavin’s large cock-
–He screams out in PAIN from behind the duck tape. His body convulses as the top half of his penis falls to the floor. Blood GUSHES. Gavin falls back on the sofa from the pain.
Gavin looks at you with a pitiful gaze on his face, causing you to lift the machete, shoving it directly through his chest and THROUGH THE SOFA.
Blood spews out from behind the duck tape, Gavin coughs out blood for a few beats. The blood covers his naked body.
You pull back, staring at the blood mess in front of you:
We pull back to see the BLOOD covering the whole room – as if several people were tortured and killed in this room.

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