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I needed to hurry him along. I had a train to catch. I dug my heels into the mattress and pushed up on my pelvis, changing the angle of his thrusts, such as they were, to being more direct, a bit deeper—ensuring that, when the thrusts picked up intensity as he neared ejaculation, he wouldn’t dislodge from me. He was paying me extra for barebacking. It wouldn’t satisfy him to pop out and cream one of my thighs.

I tightened my channel and rippled the muscles of my passage walls to undulate over his hard, but not impressively large, cock—although I guess it’s impressive just to be able to get it up in your sixties. First reaching in and lifting the roll of fat of his paunch so that it pressed higher and less painfully on my belly, I then reached around, grasped his wrinkled buttocks cheeks, one in each hand, squeezed them rhythmically to encourage him to match the beat of the fuck, and guided him in a more insistent thrust. Lifting up with the leverage of the soles of my feet, I thrust up as I pressed on his buttocks to help him thrust down. I was providing more than half of the friction of the fuck. He was panting hard and emitting obscenities—“fuck, Brian. Shit, fuck. Fuck you’re a sweet lay”—which was a bit incongruous for a professor. They came out in his natural West Virginia twang rather than the affected British he normally liked to use in the classroom. Not that he fucked me in the classroom—although if it would ensure an A in his course . . .

I had become adept in giving old university professors a good fuck.

Three, four, six, eight thrusts, with me hissing, “Yes, like that. Fuck me hard, Daddy. Give it to me. Do me hard,” and, with me clutching his buttocks so he’d stay in, he jerked, came, and collapsed on top of me. I allotted him two and a half minutes of kisses and fondling and then rolled out from underneath him and off the bed and headed for the bathroom.

“Are you coming back?” Professor Cranley asked from the bed. “You know it’s always better the second time. I can get it bigger and hold off longer.”

“Sorry, I have a train to catch,” I answered as I kept moving. “I told you that, remember?” I added as I got to the bathroom door.

“You know what I like afterward,” he said in a whine. He was such a baby. But, yes, I knew what he expected for his hundred dollars and grade consideration for a toss in the bed.

“If you’ll take me to the Amtrak station and I don’t have to walk or rustle up a cab, we can finish with the usual,” I said.

“Of course I’ll drive you to the station,” he said. “But do you have to go up to D.C. this weekend? I have a sketching session on for tomorrow night and I was counting on you to model.”

Howard Cranley was an art professor at the University of Virginia in Charlottesville. I was one of his students. I also modeled for his classes and for a group of his old goat friends—in the nude. I also was his rent-boy. He pimped me to these same old goat friends. I had to use the assets I had while I had them to cover my college costs and living expenses.

A few of them weren’t so bad. All of them put it in me. I was addicted to cock.

The sketching session he was referring to was more of a club of old codger randy artist friends of his he pulled together occasionally at his house than an art class. They all were marketable artists already; they didn’t need to practice that. Most of them could use all the practice in cock play that they could get, though. A few of them wouldn’t be able to get it up much longer.

I didn’t mind putting out for older men. Sometimes they were more experienced than the young, cocking guys, and they always were more appreciative and generous with their money.

Five or six of these friends would be there, with one or two young men as models, being sketched in the nude. They’d sketch for an hour and a half, mingle with the naked models with drinks and small talk for a half hour or forty-five minutes, and then they would fuck the models, each model taking up to four of them, in succession, or together for a bit extra. The models would be paid $500 each. It was good money—money I needed—and wasn’t too taxing, as most of the artists who were provided were in their fifties or sixties and weren’t exactly firecrackers in bed. There were a couple of exceptions—somewhat younger, more robust, better hung, and forceful men, but they were more fun in bed. And for some young men, like me, who liked to be watched, it was an extra high for one of the more robust artists to be fucking me on a material-draped platform while the others gathered around and watched—or sketched.

Two of the younger artists were bruisers; one was hung the other was rough and cruel. I gave it to them free for extra art lessons and just because I liked to be fucked by vigorous, hung, demanding men.

“Can’t tomorrow night,” I said. “I have to be in D.C. Some Cezannes are being exhibited at the National Gallery for the first time in a long time and I’ve arranged to be able to do some studies of them. If you can put your session off to Sunday or Monday night . . .”

“I’ll see what I can do,” Cranley said. “You know you are a favorite at the sessions. Not as many will come if you aren’t one of the models.”

It was true about the National Gallery exhibiting the Cezannes and I would be there the next afternoon to sketch them, but that wasn’t really why I had to go up to D.C. from Charlottesville on The Crescent, the Amtrak train coming up from New Orleans, today. But Howard didn’t need to know all of my business.

“Now. Come back to me. I said I’d drive you to the train,” the professor said and I moved back to the bed and stood before him, manipulating his head of gray, wavy hair, with the bald spot on the top, with my hands as he opened his mouth to my cock and sucked me off.

He was dressed when I came out of the shower and was sitting on the side of the bed. He liked to watch me dress—almost as much as he liked to sketch me nude and then fuck me afterward.

“What are those?” he asked as he watched me tuck three handkerchiefs in the back pockets of my jeans, each one hanging out so that a number showed. The white one had the number 20 on it, the green one the number 30, and the red one 100.

“These are tickets to get past the guards at the gallery through the behind-the-scenes areas,” I lied. This was another aspect of where I was going and what I was going to do that Howard didn’t need to know about. “Are we ready?”

“You want me to take you to the Amtrak station now?” He knew I was joking about the meaning of the handkerchiefs, but he also wasn’t that interested in them.

“Yes, please. I can take care of the reading assignment you gave us this morning while I wait.”

I scooped up the hundred-dollar bill from his dresser and headed for the bedroom door.

“Tell you what,” Cranley said as he heaved himself off the bed. “I’ll put a session together for Sunday night, late, anyway, if you’ll be back from D.C. Even if it’s just you modeling. You’re the best draw from these sessions.”

“Remember that it’s no more than four for $500 in addition to the art session.”

“We’ll put more money in the pot if more want to do it,” he said, and I didn’t object to that.

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When The Crescent came to a stop at the Charlottesville Amtrak station, I walked down the line of passenger cars—there were only seven of them, scanning the windows for a sign of Mike Henley. There were only two roomette carriages, so I didn’t have to look for long. He was hunched down in the window of his compartment and gave me a smile when he saw me. I took the red, $100 handkerchief, out of my back pocket, waved it at him, and folded and retired it to a front jeans pocket. He came to the carriage doorway and called down to me that he was in D compartment of the 7072 carriage.

“I’ll wait until the train goes through Orange,” I called back. I had a coach ticket and would have to wait until the conductor had been through the train checking tickets. I also wanted to do more than the $100 business on this run to Washington, D.C., if I could.

Henley was a regular. He lived in Nashville, Tennessee, occasionally had weekend business in Washington, and he’d used my services before. He paid $500 for the weekend—a train fuck, which was a fetish of his, and then I’d stay with him Friday and Saturday night in a hotel and he’d do me as often as he could get it up and wanted to do it. That saved me hotel costs while in D.C., and he didn’t stint on the hotels he used.

He was a pleasant guy, with a good cock, and good technique. He was in his late thirties, in great shape, and could stroke for hours, fire a thick load, recover quickly, and stroke and fire off again. I wouldn’t get much sleep, but I’d have time to do my National Art Gallery work and would receive room and board. The routine with him was that he’d text me when he was coming through Charlottesville on the train and I’d give him the weekend if I was able. $500 is $500. Sometimes he’d be coming back south on The Crescent on the same train and I’d give him another fuck before I got off in Charlottesville just to keep him signing up with me.

I walked through the train as much as I could before settling in coach for the ticket check. I still had a $20 and $30 handkerchief that could be brought into play, and those who were in the know about The Crescent gay sex handkerchief code needed to know that one of the players was on board.

There were several prospects who gave me the eye as I walked through the train. One young business and sports type grabbed the white handkerchief as I went through one of the coaches. He looked familiar but I didn’t think I’d ever serviced him before. I trusted that he knew what he was doing when he grabbed the handkerchief. If so, he knew that I’d come looking for him when I could fit a blow job in. That’s what he’d signed up for.

After the conductor had been through, there was an exodus to the observation car, which also was the bar car. Smoking cars on Amtrak were an amenity of the past but the train services hadn’t given up on high-priced booze yet. There were three levels of accommodations on the train—the tiny roomette private compartments, with their own combined toilet and shower stalls; the sleeper cubicles that were miniscule compartments, with single seats across from each other that could be folded down to an upper and lower bunk that took up all the room in the compartment and a toilet at each end of the carriage; and sit-up coach seats, with a toilet at one end of the carriage. This was all on the upper level. There were other toilets available on the lower level.

It was while I was working my way through the observation car, making sure that anyone who knew the Code on The Crescent saw me, that an arm reached out and grabbed the hand job, green, $30 handkerchief. I turned and looked—and shuddered. The guy was black and mean looking and was the size of a tank. A sleek tank, for sure. He had to be a pro football or basketball player or maybe even a boxer. He looked that mean, and he had a cruel smile on his face. I both melted to the possibility of him and worried that he might be too much to handle on a limited-space train. I did a lot of my cock sucking and hand job work in one of the train’s toilet compartments. I didn’t think that this big black bull and I would even fit in one of the train toilets together.

“I’ll find you when I want it,” he growled in a low tone that was meant to keep the transaction from others who were moving around the observation car.

I shuddered in anticipation of this and went looking for Mike Henley’s compartment.

I found him, in a business suit, but with his cock out, stroking it. I closed and locked the sliding door behind me and pulled the curtain over the window in the door.

“Thanks for giving me the weekend, Brian,” he said. “You know what I want in the time we have before D.C.”

It would take nearly two and a half hours for the train to pull into D.C.’s Union Station. He liked for me to be naked on the train and him to be fully clothed for me to give him a cowboy, facing him. In bed, he wanted us both naked and he fucked me in all of the positions that he could manage in the time available and as long as he could stay hard—and he had little trouble staying hard.

He sat on the bench seat, his hands gripping my waist, while I, naked, sat on his cock—jutting out of his open fly, facing him, arched back, and fucking myself on his shaft, using the leverage of my feet planted at the base of the bench’s back cushion. Half way through the fuck, I raised my ankles to his shoulders and arched way back to the floor of the compartment, and, using strong arms, Henley pulled me on and off his cock to our separate ejaculations.

Time was limited, so I used all of the passage wall undulating muscle tricks I knew to make him come earlier than later. At the hotel, I would pay attention to what he wanted me to do and I would do it. But here the point was a quick fuck—and, more important, a quick, but full, release. He understood that. Mike Henley knew about deadlines and meeting them. He very much was in control of a fuck, and I appreciated that I didn’t have to do the planning—I only had to listen to instructions and follow them.

Thirty-five minutes after entering Henley’s compartment, I exited, having cleaned myself up with a sponge bath. I found the guy in coach who had pulled the blow job handkerchief, a guy who said he was a high school girls’ softball team coach even though I hadn’t asked him, and I led him to a remote toilet downstairs, pushed him against the wall straddling a toilet, barely managed to get down on my knees in front of him, unzipped him and pulled him out, and gave him an expert, efficient, and effective blow job. He paid me the $20, and I washed my mouth out, combed my hair, and moved back toward my coach car, hoping at that point that the black bull who had pulled the green handkerchief forgot he’d done so.

He didn’t forget he’d done so. I barely made the top of the stairs, with a coach car to my left and a sleeper car to my right, when a muscular black arm reached out and pulled me into the sleeper car. The black guy had one of those private sleeper cars. It had a sliding door on it that locked and a curtain to pull over the window in the door. There was hardly enough space on his side of the compartment for him to hover.

In two swift movements, he’d pulled my jeans and briefs off my legs and his athletic shorts and a jock strap off his.

“Slow down, sport,” I said. “This is for a hand job and it’s thirty dollars up front.”

“It’s for whatever I want from you or I’ll report you to the conductor,” he growled. He did produce a ten and a twenty, thought, which he stuffed in a pocket of my jeans that were puddled on the floor between the two facing seat fronts.

“How are we going to do this,” I asked. Normally I could sit next to a guy in coach with a blanket over our laps and I could stroke his cock off by hand underneath the blanket. Occasionally the john wanted to pull on my cock instead.

“Like this,” the black bruiser said. He wanted it both ways.

He raised his legs, pushing the soles of his feet into the cushion behind me, which ended up with me sitting on his legs. Then he grabbed my ankles, hooked them on his shoulders, and slid me toward him to where my buttocks were resting on the tops of his upper thighs. This brought our released and engorging cocks to where he could fist them both together in one hand. I was big; he was gigantic. He played with the cocks for several minutes, all within the definition of hand job, even though a very inventive version. He frotted them, stroked them together. He docked them, putting them bulb to bulb and pulling his foreskin over my bulb and stroking them that way. And he laced his fingers through both sets of balls, and played the four balls together.

I panted and moaned, not being handled like this on a train before—or anywhere else for that matter. And I shot my load.

He didn’t then. When I’d ejaculated, he rose off his seat and came forward, getting his hand under my buttocks. I cried out in shock and pain as he pushed a couple of inches into my hole with his cock.

“No, no,” I called out. “It’s just for the hand job. Nothing else. You can’t—”

But it was obvious that he could. He pushed me, face down, into one of the facing seats and stood and crouched on what floor space there was between the seats. He grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms back. The width of the compartment was short enough that the soles of my feet pressed into the wall at the opposite end, with my head resting on one of the seats. Crouching between my thighs, he was deep inside me and pulled me on and off his cock. My attention went to the black bull cock he was working into my channel. I struggled against him, but that only helped him push in deeper. The cocking was so good and my options were so nonexistent that I soon decided just to make the most of the black bull fuck. This had happened to me on the train before. He was right, I wasn’t going to report any overstepping of the deal to anyone. Using the leverage of my feet on the opposite wall, I moved my body with his thrusts, taking him thick and deep.

Laughing a guttural laugh at how easily I gave in to him, he fucked the shit out of me. He pumped me from Culpepper to Fredericksburg. He pounded me from Fredericksburg to Alexandria, fucking me nonstop through the stops at the station. When he knew he had me under control, he released my wrists and clutched my throat with his big, black mitts to ensure I wouldn’t make too much noise while people were coming and going in the corridor just on the other side of the locked door.

It was a glorious fuck. He was among the biggest I’d ever had inside me, and once we’d settled down to giving and taking like two animals in natural, mutually pleasurable heat, I let my channel make love to this shaft. I came twice; he came twice. As we entered the suburbs of Washington, he roughly pulled his jock and shorts up and then my briefs and trousers, unlocked the door, and tossed me out into the corridor.

I had his $30 for the hand job but there was no hint that I was going to get the other $70 for an anal fuck. I was so blotto from the rough, unending, giant-cocked fuck that I barely could remember how to get back to the coach seat where I’d left my duffel bag before we were pulling into Union Station. There was no question of trying to get the rest of what he should have owed me from the black bull.

I staggered, bowlegged, off the train and almost fell into Mike Henley’s arms. He asked me why I was looking and acting so silly, but I couldn’t gather my thoughts enough to tell him. Happily I had recovered before he took me to bed in his hotel that night and fucked me the night away.

I gave two blow jobs and two hand jobs on the return to Charlottesville, so it was a lucrative Code on The Crescent weekend. I was so worn out, though, that I called Professor Cranley to beg off the art session that night. But he told me that the younger artist who fucked cruel would be there, so I kept the appointment and just begged off my Monday classes as sick and stayed in bed all that day, my legs bent and open and with, it seemed, steam coming out of my ass—and dreaming of the big black bull on the train.

Oh, and I had a sloppy grin on my face all day.

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Dritan Faja was a virgin when he went to the castle that autumn afternoon. He had never even been kissed properly. Now that he was 18, he wanted to have sex with a man and the castle seemed a good place to find one or more of them.

Rozafa Castle was one of the main attractions of the beautiful, ancient city of Shkodra, Albania. It had withstood the Romans, Ottomans, Venetians, Serbs and Communists. From the castle you had a great view of the beautiful, ancient city’s striking architecture with its exotic blend of ornate rococo churches and the minarets of the stately mosques. Every day, you heard the stirring Moslem call to prayer from the mosques blend with the melodic church bells.  Beyond Shkodra were the waterways of Lake Shkodra and beyond them the majestic mountains. Rozafa was both remarkably sturdy and remarkably battered and so steeped in history that, if you listened carefully, you could almost hear the battle cries of the many soldiers who fought and died there.

Dritan was one of the city’s main attractions as well. He was 5’11, with sandy hair, smoky green eyes and a lean, lightly muscled frame.  His gorgeous ass was high, round and eye-catching. It bounced when he walked, each perfect butt cheek seemed to spring with a spirit of its own. It was the kind of ass that made you want to do something, whistle, hoot and then kiss it, munch it or fuck it. Dritan’s basket was firm and ample as well, his meaty cock had an extra upspring curve to it when it got hard. His hair was sandy and he had smoky green eyes and full sensual lips.  

When he was a boy, his tutor, Behar, brought him to the castle as part of his education. When they walked away from the more touristy parts of the castle they found themselves at crumbling battlements with pockmarked walls and hidden alcoves. Dritan noticed men tucked away in dark corners and behind hidden crannies. Sometimes they made little kissing sounds. Who are they kissing, he wondered?  They are alone. One day a man made the kissing sound and said something gruff that Dritan didn’t understand. Behar turned, shouted at the man and raised his fist. The man walked off cursing.

“What happened? Did I do something?” Dritan asked.

“He is an animal. Just forget about it. He said something rude.” Behar said.

“What did he say?”

 “Well, um, he said you have a beautiful ass.”

“Oh boy!” Dritan blurted, surprising Behar and himself. 

Now that he was 18 Dritan decided to skip school and go to the castle instead. What mysteries and men lurked in those battlements? He headed off as if to school, then stopped in a café to change his clothes, stuffing his school clothes in his bag and slipping into a tee shirt, shorts and sandals.

It was a warm, gray autumn day with light drizzle and there were not many tourists at the main hall or the museum. Dritan walked further to the forgotten battlements, hoping to find handsome strangers there or just plain men. Nobody. Maybe he made a mistake. It was the middle of a week day and maybe everybody was at work or school, like he should have been.

He heard a low whistle and saw glittering eyes in a dark corner. Heart thumping, he moved toward the whistle and the eyes. Rough hands grabbed at his crotch and ass. A hot mouth exhaled the smell of sour cheap wine as it clamped over his lips. He put his hands out, the man’s body was slender and firm; he had no idea how old he was. Within seconds Dritan’s pants were around his ankles. The man slid off Dritan’s backpack, turned him around, bent him over and buried his face in Dritan’s golden ass.  He had a big, pointy nose. His strong tongue expertly dug into Dritan’s sweet, tight hole and worked its way around its steamy center. Dritan gasped as the muscular tongue worked its way round and round and deeper and deeper as if it were trying to reach his soul. Impaled on the magic tongue, his eyelids fluttered and his hard boy cock drooled a steady stream of sweet boy juice that drizzled over his pulled down pants and sneakers. The rough hands pulled the boy’s round creamy haunches onto the magic tongue that seemed to have a life of its own. Dritan’s downy pink balls tightened as a steaming load formed in his sweet, packed nut sack.

Suddenly he was being turned around by the domineering hands of his unseen pleasurer. Dritan wanted that thick, supple tongue planted firmly in his hole forever. The man had other plans. He stood and cupped Dritan’s taut, full balls and throbbing cock in one big, calloused paw and stood, planting his burning mouth over Dritan’s. He pried his lips open and made the boy taste the sweet turnipy musk of his own fuckhole. Dritan liked the taste. The man ripped open Dritan’s shirt and ran his workman’s hands over the boy’s slender chest and the alert raspberries of his nipples. It sent a shiver through the boy’s willowy body. The hot mouth read Dritan instinctively and landed on his sweet berry nipples, gently kissing them with melodic slurping sounds that added to the pleasure. In the dim light, Dritan could see other men tucked into corners, one man sucking off another’s giant cock and 20 feet from them another man pounded a whimpering man’s ass up against an ancient stone wall.  Closer by, two men were watching Dritan and the forceful stranger while they stroked themselves.

The hot mouth trailed down to Dritan’s stiff boy cock, its mighty tongue lapping at the pink firm sweetness like it was a fat lollipop.  They lapped at Dritan’s tight rosy nuggets and then the mouth swallowed both of them and let the magic tongue massage them. Dritan’s beautiful butt cheeks quivered, a mighty load forming in his tongue-tangled balls.  The two stroking men moved closer and in the dim light they looked handsome and their cocks looked massive. The hot mouth swallowed all of Dritan’s stiff, substantial boy meat all the way down to the base with the magic tongue steadily, lusciously lapping at every inch of Dritan’s boyhood within its reach. This felt too good and Dritan didn’t want it to end. He looked up at the gray, cloudy sky. A large bird crossed his view. Was it a crow? No, a hawk. Yes, a hawk. Thinking about the hawk that now circled the sex-drenched battlements, helped Dritan prolong the pleasure he was getting from this astonishing mouth and tongue. He heard a series of baritone groans. Was he making the sounds?

No, the two strokers were getting close and groaning in unison. One eye on Dritan and his magic mouth man, they turned to face each other. One of them yelped and sent a long arching torrent of jizz toward the other man. Much of it landed on the other stroker’s hefty hard cock. He grabbed it and used as a lube to finish himself off.  Oh! Oh! Oh! He turned toward Dritan sending hot spurts of his jizz that landed at the boy’s feet. The sight and sounds and the steady work of the glorious tongue and hot mouth sent Dritan over the edge. His eyes closed and with his own boyish yelp, he pumped a seemingly endless load of fragrant and delicious young cream into the miraculous mouth. The hungry mouth grunted and swallowed happily as the boy nectar poured down his eager throat. Dritan’s whole body trembled and in his happy trance, he heard scuffling and shuffling. When he opened his eyes, he was alone. Was it a dream? No. His pants were around his ankles and covered with the jizz he drooled when the tongue penetrated his tight hole and a load from the mysterious man with the magic mouth and tongue. Fortunately, he had his uniform in his backpack. When he reached for it, it was soaked in jizz from one of the strokers.  Phew!  It wasn’t a dream.

Dritan went back to the castle several times a week. Albania was now a destination for adventurous tourists and if Dritan dawdled near the main entrance or the museum he always caught the eye of a male tourist. Many of them were handsome men from Germany, Holland, Italy and France. Even men with wives and children gave him that look. He liked giving it back to them. He knew what his body could do now and he liked doing it with other men.

One early afternoon he was wearing a tight grey Burberry knockoff Polo shirt and black shorts that hugged his magnificent bubble butt. He was going commando today so no matter what your persuasion the contours and bounce of his rump and dimensions of his silky cock and full balls made you look. He wore sandals since he didn’t plan to go hiking around the castle but hover near the gift shop to catch the most action. The backpack on his broad shoulders contained his school uniform. He hadn’t been to school in months. He wanted another kind of education.

He stood near the main entrance and pretended he was reading one of his unused school textbooks. Now that he had some experience, he could sense when an interesting man approached and would lazily glance from his book to the nearby stranger. He saw a beefy man with curly red hair pass him. He had a big frame and big solid legs in his hiking shorts and looked to be in his mid-thirties. His face was wide and friendly and his blue eyes sparkled. Dritan knew this because the big man passed him three times. The first two times Dritan yawned as he looked up, the third time he smiled. The burly giant stopped dead in his tracks and said, “Hello!”

Dritan nodded.

“Gift shop?” the man asked in a pleasant tenor voice.

Dritan shrugged.

“English?”

Dritan shook his head.

The man continued in English. “I am from the Netherlands. Rotterdam. And you? Where from?”

Dritan pointed down the hill to Shkodra below. His English was sketchy. “Here,” he said.

The man held out a big firm paw. “Geert. Geert Deetjen. Good to meet you.”

“Dritan Faja.”

Geert kept a firm grip on Dritan’s hand. “You are beautiful and I want to spend time with you. My hotel is just across the road. Come and be with me.”

Those words thrilled Dritan and his ass twitched with excitement. This is exactly what he wanted to happen. Geert kept his grip on Dritan’s hand and they walked across the road to the little hotel. Geert’s room was on the second floor and when they reached his door Geert pressed Dritan against the wall and buried his face in the boy’s neck. The soft bristles of his red beard were a thrilling new sensation.

Geert opened the door with one hand and then scooped Dritan in his arms and carried him into the tiny white room. He tossed his prize onto the soft bed and tossed himself on top of it.  His mouth covered Dritan’s and his soft lips knew how to work another man’s mouth into submission. There was a ginger and parsley tang to his breath as his strong tongue dug around Dritan’s throat as if searching for his tonsils. Dritan ran his fingers through the lovely red beard, he had never experienced one before and he wanted to feel its softness all over his body.  While Dritan stroked the beard clever Geert skillfully peeled off Dritan’s clothes and with a big foot kicked off Dritan’s sneakers so that in a few minutes the boy was completely naked and captive beneath the robust Dutchman.

Geert pinned Dritan’s arms against the headboard and methodically kissed every inch of him, starting with his splayed fingers, forearms and bony elbows, his downy beard tingling across the boy’s neck.  He buried his nose in Dritan’s armpit and inhaled the musky perfume of pure boy, then he licked each armpit as if it were a lollipop and nibbled at the wispy hairs he found there. His mouth clamped onto Dritan’s again and the young Albanian could taste his own salt and sweat on Geert’s mixed with the ginger and parsley.

Geert’s fat cock was poking through the buttons of his jeans and it felt good as it pressed between Dritan’s legs. Geert lifted those long legs and rubbed his silky beard against the silky blond hairs of Dritan’s calves and then his creamy thighs. He hoisted the lovely drumsticks over Dritan’s head, pinning them against the headboard so that the boy’s quivering pink hole was exposed.  Geert took his time gazing at the beautiful aperture and breathed in the boy’s tantalizing musk. He puckered his lips and gently blew soft streams of his ginger/parsley breath across Dritan’s exposed fuck hole, which made the boy sigh and squirm with pleasure, curling his long pink toes. Next Geert gently brushed the beautiful hole with his soft, feathery beard which sent ripples of pleasure through the boy’s golden body. His pretty pink cock grew, inching along his lean stomach toward his mouth and, if he had one more inch, he could lick its gleaming head as its pre-jizz drooled across his lips. Dritan liked the way it tasted.

Geert planted his full ripe lips over Dritan’s rosy, fragrant hole and planted a loud vibrating kiss there that sent shivers through both of them. His tongue then licked around the its soft perimeter, around and around the sparse, crackling blond hair surrounding it. Then it was inside, gently probing the tight walls of the boy’s steaming interior, around and around the insistent tongue worked its way into Dritan, feeling better and better the deeper it got. A steady stream of his own delicious jizz oozed into the boy’s mouth.

Geert stopped abruptly. He stood and quickly peeled off his sweatshirt and shorts and kicked off his boots. Dritan watched and admired his big full body, big arms, bull legs, a massive chest and full, firm belly. Below it was a tuft of red hair and below that a long fat cock with a massive head on it. Geert posed for Dritan, flexing his arms and pecs like a body builder. With a big smile he turned to the side so that Dritan get an alternative view of the length and girth of the cock that was throbbing just for him. Dritan jumped up and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I want it,” he said. “Give it to me, please, sir.”

“Geert,” said Geert,

“I want to call you sir, sir.”

Geert smiled and approached the bed, his big stiff cock leading the way.

“It’s so big!” Dritan exclaimed.

“Geert means sword in Dutch,” Geert said. What does Dritan mean?”

“Light, I think,” Dritan said. He leaned forward and wrapped one hand the around the monster cock, examining it as if it were mysterious treasure.

 “Good boy.  Now put my cock in your mouth and suck on it.”

Dritan put his mouth on the big cock and began to puff on it.

“No, baby. Do not puff. It does not need to get bigger. Suck.

Dritan stopped for a moment, took a deep breath and put the giant cock in his mouth again. He let the bulbous head rest there for a bit then swirled it around his mouth as if it were a fine wine, marveling at its sweet taste and satin texture. He clasped Geert’s full pink balls in his hands and appreciated their heft. Geert let Dritan lead the way and inch by inch the massive Dutch meat worked its way toward the boy’s throat. Geert’s pubic hair was a downy as his beard and sweat mixed with his ginger and parsley tang. Dritan liked the feel of this fat cock in the back of his throat and worked his lips around the base. Dritan felt a finger tap at his temple. He looked up. Geert grinned, pointed at his bright teeth and shook his head. Dritan understood. No teeth.  Cocksucking 101. He had found his life’s work and he wanted to be good at it. Instead of sitting in a boring classroom, he was doing field work with a sexy man.

 Geert tapped Dritan’s hard-working head. Dritan looked up.

“I want to fuck you. Would you like that?”

“Yes sir. Please.”

Geert helped Dritan to his feet and planted a long deep kiss on his rosebud lips. He turned Dritan around and bent him over.

“Get on the bed and stick out your beautiful ass, my boy.”

Dritan obeyed and his exposed rosebud trembled with anticipation.  Geert spit on it and poked his stout finger into the boy’s snug hole. He put a firm paw on the back of Dritan’s neck and pushed his head down on to the pillow and rubbed the swollen head of his cock across the boy’s quivering hole.

“No!” Dritan blurted.

Geert jumped back. Dritan spun around and saw the hurt look on his new friend’s handsome face.

Don’t you want me inside you?”

“Yes. But I want to face you, see you, kiss you, and feel your beard.” Dritan said softly. He wanted to take his time and enjoy every second with this lovely, sexy man who knew how to treat him.

Geert scooped Dritan up in his big arms, kiss him passionately and gently deposited him on the bed face up. He lay on top of Dritan and buried his face in his neck. The beard felt wonderful and now Geert’s solid meat throbbed between Dritan’s downy thighs. Dritan gasped at the first penetration but his gasp was smothered by Geert’s hot mouth. Inch by inch the big, hearty cock of the big hearty Dutchman eased into Dritan’s tight and tender hole. When it was completely buried in the young Albanian’s warm, firm center it rested there, throbbing happily while both men grinned. Geert tongued Dritan’s neck and ears and licked around his lips, sharing his parsley ginger essence.

Dritan inhaled the clean spicy aroma. “ Hmm, parsley and ginger,” he sighed.

“Yes,” Geert said, “I eat ginger every day and parsley too. They are good for you. You like it?”

“Oh yes.”

Geert eased Dritan onto his left side and propped the boy’s right leg on his brawny shoulder. He drove his throbbing thick pole deep into Dritan’s smoky center. Dritan’s eyes rolled back in his head as he dreamily withstood this exquisite assault, his pretty boy cock stopped flopping about and grew hard as Geert manfully massaged his velvety interior. A string of boy juice oozed out of his cock drooling onto the bed. Geert noticed, scooped up some of it onto a stout finger and licked its salty essence. He scooped some more and gave Dritan a jizz soaked finger to suck on. The boy liked the taste of himself: clean linen, hay, some salt, soap. No wonder people gulped this stuff down like it was mama’s milk. It was good for you!

It was all too good and too much, the swollen Dutch cock in his tight fuckhole, the steady rocking that hit every sweet spot inside him, the smell of Geert’s manly body and his fresh breath, the taste of his own jizz. His center tightened around Geert’s pole and his eyelids fluttered. He was cumming in a steady slow stream that took its delicious time seeping out of his pretty pink shaft. He wanted to feel this way forever, it gave life meaning. Somewhere out there, up there he heard Geert groan and felt the piston pumps of his hot jizz into his quaking center. Dritan’s cock surged and one blast of boy nectar shot out of him and hit the clock radio on the night stand. The time was 4:22. Dritan had to be home every day by 5pm; his grandmother wanted him to be there when she got home. It was one was one of her only rules.

It took a long time to disconnect from Geert and say goodbye. The beautiful giant kept kissing him and they were both hard. Dritan pulled his wrinkled school uniform out of his bag and put it on.

“Ah, my little school boy.  Look at you. Now I want to fuck you even more,” Geert said. One big last kiss and embrace and he patted Dritan’s ass then stuffed something into his front pocket. “Run my little one. I hope to see you again.”

When he got outside, Dritan dug into his pocket and pulled out Geert’s business card (he was an environmental engineer) and the fifty euros he stuffed in there.  Nice!  With his new found loot, Dritan took a cab back home but it was 5:30 before he got there. It didn’t matter. He was very, very happy.

           

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….And since we were seldom if ever at home, I’ll have to assume the correctness of that statement and move on. Christmas for us started around the slow months after Easter and before we left for another home in a place called Broadmoor, a pleasant suburb of Colorado Springs. It was then when Mother started wrapping gifts to put around the tree for the photographs for the newspaper of our family enjoying (?) Christmas with one another. Those presents contained nothing save a box or whatever was wrapped to emulate a gift. Some years it was a broken hand mixer, part of a piano leg, a broken dog’s dish, just anything to provide variety to the supposed loot that photographed well. The tree, fully decorated and delivered by the florist  came with a battery of minions who decorated the rooms that might be seen and then, after the media had left us, took it all down. After all, Christmas decorations for Halloween would have seemed a tad odd. But then much of what my family did was odd. 

Some of my favourite years were spent in transit from one place to another which involved leasing three railroad cars from various railroads. It was so much easier that way and you’ll have to take my word on that one, it just was. Also, certain lines had, somewhat unjustly, said most of the family was welcome, just not all. Something about drunkenness in public places, nudity and lewd behavior. Also a cousin or two and my sister tended to defray their boredom by climbing up and pulling the emergency brake-I’m given to understand if you were in the dining car when the train lurched to a very sudden stop…..I’ll leave it to your imagination just assume that the worst you can come up with is modest compared to actuality. And, remember, this is pre-Amtrak so there were far nicer facilities, the crews actually worked to make passengers happy, it was a world that is now forgotten but can be recalled if you’re willing to travel to Europe for the Orient Express at least to Venice, South Africa for the Blue Train from Cape Town to Pretoria or Australia for either the Ghan or the Indo-Pacific express. 

I didn’t attend school-I wasn’t yet a citizen so there was no need for any form of public education. Also, my grandfather was grooming me to take over his oil company which required  a rather more specialized education. Along the way I’d picked up English-as a third language, all the maths I needed, geography, English Lit and whatever else seemed interesting. Was that all I learned? Certainly not. It wasn’t just the family that traveled, we took some of our staff from each of our homes, mainly maids and house men but also two chauffeurs. They couldn’t be hustled on a bus-I’m not sure we even knew that travel by bus existed-so they joined us on the train. Remember I said THREE cars, do you begin to understand why? 

En route, while the adults drank, played cards or slept off hangovers, the staff was stuck taking care of the younger travelers a job they could not have relished. I don’t know because I was assigned my own person, my grandfather’s chauffeur Cepetti even then still a fugitive from a Prisoner of War Camp for Italians in Oklahoma. B1 (Bastard one, I was Bastard  two) had been looking at some drilling areas some of which were in the camp. No problem, B1 drove through the front gate, introduced himself to the Commanding Officer, handed him a split case of liquor and was given someone to show him about. What he saw and wanted was a fine looking Cavalry officer trying to ride a quarter horse without much success and that’s what he took home with him. (He also had a large number of race horses so the acquisition of Cepetti was a natural fit. That we had no business having him, mattered to no one, especially B1 and his wife who found him to be an excellent chauffeur.) When I was brought up from the Cape, B1 decided that he could do a better job of raising me and so moved me into their mansion and began the tedious task of trying to understand what I was saying. Between my first language, Afrikaans and my second language Xhosa (used to deal with the servants) English finished a poor third. Adding to the problem, when he wasn’t driving, his lot in life was to be with me so, naturally, I learned Italian. 

We all loved Cepetti but no one as enthusiastically as I did for, after a certain age, eleven I believe, I told B1 that, I was sorry to disappoint him but….I liked men as my intimate companions. While I wasn’t up to speed on sex, I knew that was at the base. What to do? Well, it hardly bothered B1 who had worked in the oil fields of Pennsylvania in the 19th century when wells were dug by hand. As he explained it to me, there were no whore houses, they were, at all events, reserved for the wealthy from Pittsburgh, so when men wanted to fuck, they’d lay a kid over something, pull down his pants, pull out their cock and fuck him. With some pride B1 said he’d had the privilege of being used by Colonel Drake himself. Three times. The two of us bowed our heads in loving memory of Colonel Drake and his penis. Remember there were no child labor laws, at least that had teeth so working on a well dig was considered a good occupation, it was outdoors-as opposed to those sad children who worked in coal mines with only a pit pony as a companion-one learned a trade and a craft as well as inadvertently getting into an industry that would in a very great way change the United States. 

There were some niceties that needed to be observed for the appearance of things; Cepetti could not sleep in my room and I couldn’t occupy the Chauffeurs quarters with him. B1 solved that problem by installing, at the same time as an elevator, a “play” room in the attic that was equipped with things for me to learn and a very comfortable bed in which I learned more. And we’re back at travel by train. Cepetti and I would be given a bedroom that slept two comfortably, had a bathroom and shower and as we had a diner/observation car as one of ours, food was just across the vestibule. Dress was casual, except in the evening when the adults dined or, in our room, none existent. I never went out, loathed my cousins (who were equally unfond  of me) so this division of the children worked out well enough. 

Every young man who knows they are to be a homosexual should have a man like Cepetti or, even better, a clone of his. Being Italian turned out to be a plus not to mention his Cavalry history which kept me in shape and a good rider. Those good nights on the train when we’d fuck as the fields went by were the best. He was gentle at first but upped that as I got older and a lot bigger. And, to quote Mrs. Patrick Campbell when asked about her new lover, “Six five and everything in perfect proportion.” I never knew Mrs. Campbell but I was six five and the rest…is left for those who I know or have known. Whenever we got to another city, I could easily have stayed with the family but I bunked in with my Italian lover who could find things in a city that were not on the approved list of tourist attractions. You need to have your mind thoroughly wrapped around this one as it goes a long way to understanding me; At 14 I looked and acted more like 25. Always a solemn child, that gave the impression, if you didn’t know me, of age. B1 had taught me to drink, smoke and play poker. He did not believe men smoked cigarettes as that was effeminate unless you rolled your own. Cigars were for men and that’s what I smoked. Eventually. Liquor was Bourbon and taken neat or sipped. You shaved with a straight razor-and I still could save that MS renders my hands too unreliable and blood could be drawn.

I learned geography by following B1’s string of race horses around the country to the point I wasn’t always sure where I lived. My sister, also adopted from a different litter-a fact for which I’m grateful-and I had nothing in common save a certified last name given us by the courts as adoptees. I, however, had come with a codicil that I kept my South African citizenship until such time as I either surrendered it and became a citizen of what was carefully worded as, “another foreign power”. Notice the United States in that? It’s not there. I did get dual citizenship for I was too young to have my own US passport, although I had one from South Africa which all manner of confusion at various customs and immigration point as we wandered in and out of the country. If we had one address that we were told to use it was
“Two East Fifty Fifth Street, New York City”. I’ll save you some time, that’s the St. Regis Hotel where we did live many months out of the year.  

Cepetti had a child’s love of anything festive which led to Italian Ice and Ice Cream (Next to Russian, the best in the world), always being available. Not precisely a lapsed Catholic, he was more of an occasional Catholic, particularly on Sunday mornings when he thought he and I should stay in bed-wherever that bed happened to be-and fuck. Eventually, a friendly Episcopalian Bishop, a golfing buddy of my father’s waived all sorts of canon law and I was accepted as a full fledged Episcopalian, truly a fine sect that was not against much of anything save poverty.

Christmas was tricky as it preceded board meetings that some or all of my family needed to attend so, after admiring yet another tree-decorated by the florist as was our various homes, noting that presents were there-Neiman Marcus did magnificent gift wrapping so a gift from them was easy to spot-and we knew that at some point we’d open them. Some years as early as Valentine’s day, sometimes Easter, it depended on a number of variables. Since I’d been handed over to B1 on a full time basis, which meant Cepetti on a full time basis, we’d see my sort of parents occasionally, they’d comment on how I was growing, how well they were sure I was doing with my studies, all the things say about their children just generally to persons other than the child himself.

In a way, this worked out for the best as my “sister” was a hellcat whom any fighting corps would have had doubts about. Pretty as a picture-when she wasn’t agitated and in motion, she had a vicious streak which was how Surrealist Painter Salvador Dali became a friend of ours. It was in the elevator at the St. Regis-we were there for Christmas, I ‘d been dragged along so that we appeared as one big happy family, when she looked up, saw his rather unusual look and kicked him in the shins. Several times. Needless to say that occasioned his meeting my parents when he returned my sister to our apartment asking to speak to Madam, the lady of the residence. For some oddball reason, he liked us and we liked him. His family was as screwy as ours which we truly discovered when Sra. Dali paid an infrequent visit to New York. In the end he did portraits, pastels, of both children, doodled over drawings in a set of Winnie the Pooh books and rendered a portrait of my mother which now hangs in a museum in Spain. Once the “happy familial look” was over, I was sent back, or rather Cepetti was sent to collect me, to B1 who had arranged a poker game with his friends. Naturally, I took a hand as I had my own money, courtesy mines in South Africa and what might have been called a sort of Dowry. It was nice to get back to B1, his wife GDI (I had no idea what to call her so I called her what B1 called here which was God Damn It Edna. GDI. 

B1 didn’t believe in gifts as such, he believed in stocks or bonds or trust funds; His operant theory behind “no gifts” was that I had everything I wanted or needed so what the Fuck waste time wrapping up what amounted socks and underwear. He believed gentlemen wore the sort of hose that were held up by garters and either nothing or a jock; So much for socks and underwear. None of that tiresome crap of sitting around feigning lyrical stupid happiness when the best thing to do was invite in all the servants, hand out thick envelopes, no checks, cash only, have several rounds of drink and that took care of that. 

No one planned on my Godfather and his love of children and Christmas which led to an strange set of circumstances that almost blew up the North end of town. Uncle Mac had insisted on being named as my Godfather as he had friends, often when shooting with them, in South Africa. He was duly invested as mine and not much more attention was paid to that. He had a habit of doing the unusual or so it seemed to others, just not to him and his circle of friends. For example, although he saw the good in American Station Wagons they lacked a certain, well, something as well as some interior equipment he felt necessary. The solution to that was to commission Rolls Royce to build their version of an American Station Wagon. Certain English firms, and perhaps Rolls was one of them, built was known as a “shooting break” or an SUV of those bygone years that one took in the field, or anywhere, and went shooting. Amongst other things. Rolls didn’t work at the same pace as, say, Fords’ assembly line so by the time the car was delivered, he’d grown out of the interest in having one so it was delivered to a hotel he owned in California. When members of the family were in the area, it was ours to drive, rather elaborate transport to go to the stables and talk to horse trainers.

 Now and again he’d decide to do something for me, something he thought I didn’t have or might like. It was the era of the Lionel Train that every boy wanted so….he usurped a former coal room in B1’s basement that was about forty by forty and caused a gigantic Lionel Train set to be installed. What it didn’t have, Lionel didn’t make. Was it a hit? Yes, but not as he’d intended. All the men in the family and their friends reverted to childhood and played with it all the time. Other than those moments, it was locked up so it wouldn’t be damaged although by whom just wasn’t specified. What I do know is that my being denied what B1 saw as a fine gift, one he probably kicked himself for not thinking up, was stupidly being used by the wrong kind of boy, a fact he mentioned to Mac at Santa Anita in February. 

I am sure that B1 didn’t suggest what happened although the genesis for it was stuck in Mac’s mind. He, too, was annoyed that a gift he hoped would please me hadn’t, indeed had been corrupted by men who, if they wished, could by their own fucking train set; Some of them had sons who would surely enjoy it even if I was denied mine. Also at Santa Anita that year was wonderful character actor Charles Coburn who had he box next to ours. The two gentlemen, B1 and Mr. Coburn, struck up a friendship that included me. The times between the performances (races) could be a bore and that’s when they decided to teach me math. I assure you, I already knew how to add things up but this was as bit different. I’m told that children of that period were taught math using incredibly stupid word problems such as Tommy has six apples and gives Susie two, how many has he left? My answer, when B1 mentioned this, was to stub out my cigar and wonder, aloud, why Tommy didn’t just rip off her drawers, fuck her brains out and keep the apples. The gentlemen were impressed with this logic but thought it too simple. Here was the problem they gave me: It’s the third race at Hialeah, big storm over night, you’re running a virgin (a horse that’s never run at that track) so you’ve got long odd, say 20-1. Now you saw this Irish gelding at Saratoga so you’ve got an idea. The problem is how much to bet and how to bet it. Just to set it up properly, they suggested I use a twenty as my intended bet and forget any trifectas or other multiples. Assuming you’d win, how much? In other words, you’d ripped off the other punters pants, fucked them in the ass and kept the money. That’s how I learned math.

Meanwhile back at the round house, Uncle Mac was assembling another train for me. Under the guise of a cocktail party at Union Station to see him off for…Somewhere, all the guys, and their wives were invited. At one point, the sound of a train was heard and, to be sociable, we all went up trackside to see……a steam engine, coal car, mail car and a coach. Down the side was a wide red ribbon that said, “PETR-JOHAN’S TRAIN”. And it was, title and everything. Seems the Santa Fe was converting to Diesel and he’d bought this train to make up for what I’d not got the first time. Just to put a fine point on it, Pinkerton Men, in period costumes, appeared from doors and windows carrying shotguns. Two of them escorted B1, Mac and me to the coach and the train pulled out leaving only the ribbon trailing behind us until it was torn off at a grade crossing. He’d worked this all out with the railroad so that we zipped out of town, horns blowing, smoke billowing, it was quite a show particularly for those who didn’t expect it which was pretty much everyone. Eventually the train was switched onto a siding which took us to another spur which led into one of B1’s refineries. 

Mac had had the car fitted out with….a bar so he, B1 and Cepetti, who’d been in on it, all sat back and decided what to do now. There was a great deal of acrimony among the family; They’d just learned that I’d been emancipated in contemplation, some said, of B1’s death so I could take over whatever he would leave me to take over. That however wasn’t the plan. It had been years since Cepetti had been taken prisoner in Italy and B1 thought he’d served his sentence, it was time for him to go home. As he went he could take me as far as Lisbon where South African Airways would collect me and take me….home. At least for a while. 

It would be years before I saw any of the “family” again. I began one of the three loves of my life, a Captain for South African, who risked hanging, as did I, by beginning a homosexual relationship with me. The next Christmas, lacking a steam engine, found Curt and me in the typical minimal bathing costumes worn by men armed with a sack of tins filled with Pilchards for the penguins and, as Christmas day ended, slipping out of our trunks and making love in a cove near his home. 

Eventually I did go back, attended USC Graduate School, did my post doc work there, got shot in the Watts riots…..but that’s of no interest. 

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To those who might wonder how much of this is true, I would only comment that I’ve changed some names, altered a few places but in the main….that’s how it happened a very long time ago starting with Christmas in October.  PETR-JOHAN v. W.

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For the past twenty years, I’ve traveled across the United States working from one construction job to another helping build mostly interstate roads. Recently, I was hired by one of the biggest road building companies in America as the foreman for a major road project in Omaha, Nebraska. As a 40-year-old single gay man, I arrived a week early to find an apartment and set up the job site prior to the crew coming in from Cleveland, Ohio where we had just completed a job.

After scanning the newspaper for advertisements for apartment rentals, I met Louise, the manager of a very large apartment complex that was close to my work site. She showed me an apartment on the third floor that was the perfect size and the rent was reasonable. I signed a one-year lease.

As we finished up our business in her office, Ms. Louise said: “Welcome, I know you will be happy here because it is quiet and the renters are all nice. By the way, I’m a single mother with an 18-year-old son Aiden who just graduated from high school and will be around until  he goes off to college this Fall. His Dad and I divorced when Aiden was only two and he has grown up without any father figure. As a very responsible hard working individual, maybe you could spend some time with Aiden and even take him fishing, golfing and sports events on the weekends? I think it would be so good for him to have an older man in his life. He is such a good son, very hard working and did great in school.” 

“Ms. Louise, I’d be happy to spend time with your son on the weekends. Just send him by my place and we can talk.”

I thought it might be fun as I had no children as I had never been married.

A couple of days later after I’d moved into my place, young Aiden on Saturday visited my apartment. As I asked him to come in, I noticed he was a real sexy athletic type. He stood 5-feet and 8-inches; weighed a very trim, athletic developed muscled, fat free 150 pounds; curly shoulder length strawberry blond hair; very light blue eyes; and gorgeous face with chiseled set jaw bones. He was wearing only a tight pair of cut-off shorts and a pair of flip-flops revealing his smooth almost hairless tanned body.

As a single gay man, I was instantly horny but determined to resist the temptation of lust for such a young hot hormone driven guy with an active libido. He would have been such a hot fuck.

“Hi Boris, I’m Aiden, the son of your landlady. I understand you might have some time for me on the weekends for fishing, golfing and sports events.”

“Yes Aiden, I’d be happy to have us do some of those activities. I’m free every weekend.Tell me more about yourself.”

“Well Sir, I just graduated from high school number one in my large graduating class. I was on the wrestling team, played second base on the baseball team and was number one on the debate team. I’m going to the state university this Fall and major in communications. I want to be a TV anchorman.”

“Aiden you sound like the perfect student and scholar plus your mother told me what a great son you are.”

For the next four weeks, I spent every Saturday and Sunday with Aiden doing lots of events and having a great time. We became very close and Aiden always thanked me for being his friend and doing so much with him. His mother often baked cookies or pies and sent them over as thank you gifts.

During the fourth week of my being in Nebraska, I got a call from Aiden’s mother as she asked: “Boris, I’m going on vacation to see my mother for two weeks, would it be possible for Aiden to stay with you while I’m gone? He so enjoys his time with you.” 

Of course I agreed.

On that weekend as his mother left on vacation, Aiden brought over his clothes and other supplies and I gave him my guest bedroom. Although Aiden had been a perfect gentleman ever since I had gotten to know him, I often noticed he was quite and a little depressed. He would carefully ask me about his buddies constant talk about sex and how much they wanted to get into the panties of the cheerleaders. I told him that was very common for young guys with huge libidos and raging hormones then we would drop the subject.

On the next Friday, I got home late around 9 PM after dealing with a job issue. I heard loud music for the first time coming from Aiden’s room. When I knocked on his door and got no response, I opened the door. Holy fuck, Aiden was butt naked spread out on his back on the bed with his at least 8-inch big thick rock hard cock standing at attention leaking precum as he was masturbating. There was a strong smell of marijuana, twelve empty beer cans strung across the room and fuck a condom filled with semen on the floor. Aiden was high as a kite. Where was that angel of a son?

Trying to recover from the shock, I said: “What in the hell is going on here Aiden?”

Oh my fuck, his response was to jump off the bed, start stuttering and ran over and gripped me in a bear hug as he smelt of beer and weed. Aiden grabbed me in a very tight hug driving his huge stone hard cock deep into my crotch and pants as his cock wet my pants with his leaking precum. I felt his big cock make contact with my growing cock trapped in my pants. Wow, it was such a turn on. Oh how sexy and lustful that was.

Then horny and very high as a kite Aiden said: “Hey fuck Boris, do you want to fuck me? Hey man, you’re such a hot fucking Daddy. Lets suck cock and shoot our big loads. Daddy fuck me and give me that load of yours. My pussy is puckering wanting Daddy’s big cock.  My big wrestling buddy Jake was just here. We smoked weed, drank all that beer and he fucked the hell out of my ass and left. See his cum in that condom on the floor. Come on Daddy, you’re such more of a fucking big dude than Jake. Show me how a real man fucks man pussy.”

My brain ordered me to leave the room and later to discipline Aiden but my cock had other ideas and told me to go for that man pussy. Aiden was so cute and hot in that drunken state and he wanted me so bad that he became irresistible in his happy horny condition while his hard cock drilled my crotch hitting my hard cock trapped in my shorts. I lifted cute drunk Aiden up in my arms and placed him on the bed on his back. I threw off all my clothes and with my huge circumcised 9-inch tool pulsating I jumped on top of Aiden and as our stone hard cocks continued to drive into each other wetting our abs, I humped Aiden’s over heated sweaty body harder and harder than any man I’d humped before. I’d never been this turned on or horny. I needed that cute 18-year-old at that moment.

The smell of all that beer and weed on Aiden I rammed my tongue to the back of his throat with his big thick red lips making hard contact with my wet lips. We kissed for the longest time with all that slobbering making sexy sounds. 

I humped that hot sweaty body and kissed him violently for at least seven minutes before my urge to fuck him took over. I put Aiden on his stomach, spread his sexy light blond fuzzed legs far apart, took one of the condoms, lubed it and put it on, lubed Aiden’s pink hairless puckering ass and drove my stone hard missile deep in that young just fucked ass from Jake after Aiden had just recovered from Jake’s big cock. I used my huge muscled construction body to drive my big dick deep into that young ass over and over as Aiden moaned and begged me: “Yea, that is it. Yea, Daddy fuck your young bitch. Give me that big dick. Don’t stop. You know so much better than Jake how to fuck a young bitch’s pussy.”

Aiden’s dirty talk so turned me on along with his ass muscles gripping my hard pulsating cock that I fucked the hell out of that young soft wet juicy temple of youth ass for the longest time until I felt the strongest surge I’d ever had causing a violent orgasm that filled that condom to overflow. When spent, I pulled out my still hard cock and took off that cum filled condom, turned Aiden over onto his back, and emptied that condom’s cum in Aiden’s throat as he swallowed my seed.

With his mouth coated with my semen, we kissed and then he did the sexiest move. He took his buddy Jake’s cum filled condom and dumped that load of Jake’s cum in my mouth as I swallowed that sweet seed.

Next Aiden ordered me to suck his cock as he lay on his back. He needed to get his nuts off. I went down on that crotch and took his throbbing cock deep in my mouth and went wild giving him a wild blowjob for several minutes when I felt his big mushroom cock head swell as he dumped a massive load of semen in my throat and I swallowed for a second time a young man’s seed for the night.

That night was the beginning of two wonderful lustful months of Aiden and I sucking cock, rimming ass, fucking ass and eating each other’s cum before he went off to college.

Andy was in a visible huff as he sidled up to the news and snacks rack at the bus station kiosk. He’d left Reggie’s apartment in such a rush of packing and throwing insults and recriminations at each other that he hadn’t even thought about the long bus ride to York. Now he needed something to read and something to calm his nerves and unruffle his feathers while he was waiting for the bus to pull in to the station.

What was it that Reggie had said? That he rushed to judgments and ran hot and cold all the time? OK, so maybe Reggie had brought him Valentine’s Day flowers and chocolates and he’d flown off the handle thinking he hadn’t. But Reggie had just had to tease him by not bringing them in right away, pretending he hadn’t even known it was Valentine’s Day, and not saying anything about the sexy red shirt that was so filmy Andy’s nipple bars Reggie said he liked so much could be seen and the tight white trousers he’d paid a day’s salary for and was wearing on purpose, just for Reggie.

Maybe it was the way he’d said Andy made wild assumptions that made him unload his long-held resentment of Reggie’s insensitivity and take-take-take attitude. Anyhow, he’d known the relationship was coming to an end for some time. He suspected that Reggie had known it too—that he hadn’t been unaware of how Andy had been paring down what he had in Reggie’s apartment to what he could fit into one suitcase. It had been a mistake to move in with Reggie in his flat to begin with. They should have kept separate places or Reggie should have moved in with Andy. No, he thought, that wouldn’t have been good. Reggie wouldn’t even have noticed that someone needed to move on. Andy wouldn’t have been able to get rid of him. Reggie seemed to be a bit thick about Andy’s feelings. Well, more than a bit thick.

No, it was better that Andy go camp out with his sister Abbie in York for awhile. It was a good thing that a hospital emergency department nurse could get work on short notice almost anywhere. Andy had had enough of “here.” It wasn’t just Reggie. Andy needed to burn these bridges down to the waterline. What was it that someone said to him the other day—that he’d gotten to be boring when he once was so spontaneous and fun easy? Whatever “fun easy” was to that guy. The guy, Dennis, had said, “You did it so naturally that sometimes I wondered if you realized you were doing it at all.” “You fell right into bed and opened your legs when I no more than touched your dick,” he’d added, leaving no question what he’d meant by “doing it naturally.”

Andy wasn’t about to go there, though. His “easy” days—if he’d ever had them—were over. He and that guy had had a whirlwind thing going for a while that was best not delved into. The guy had “just” touched Andy’s dick a lot. Is that what eight months with old boring Reggie had done to Andy—made him as boring as Reggie was?

Andy pulled a book off the stand with such angry force that it and three others hit the floor together. A young man stooped and picked them up. He gave Andy a smile, which Andy only half returned, and put the books back in the shelf for him. They’d been in alphabetic order by author, though, and, as if to prove how ordered and pedantic Andy had become, he rearranged them with a “Marian the Librarian” show of irritation that couldn’t have been lost on the young man, who shrank away from Andy and gave a hurt puppy dog flash of a reaction. This was quickly covered with one of apology on his part and another smile.

To Andy, the young man was being forward without reason. There were times—before Reggie, when Andy was in what that old boyfriend had called a “fun easy” state—that Andy had put out signals to a cute stranger. This wasn’t one of those times.

So, there was nothing in return signaling from Andy. But the young man was still looking at him with a silly grin on his face. Andy was about to ask, “What are you looking at, Bub?” when he realized he’d left the flat in such a rush that he was still wearing the sexy shirt and trousers he’d donned for Reggie’s benefit. Well, we’ll just let someone else’s tongue hang out in appreciation for those, good ole’ Reggie, Andy thought. But he did give a tug to the lapels of his jacket to cover himself a bit better.

That the guy would apologize for helping to straighten up Andy’s book toss in a snit of irritation irritated him further, and he blindly pulled one of the books out of the rack—reaching a new level of irritation when he saw the guy smile again—grabbed at a snack package of potato crisps, and flounced off to the sales counter with them. Andy didn’t look around to see what the young man was doing, but the image of him flashed in his mind again: nice looking, irritatingly engaging smile and pale-blue eyes under a blond mop with a lock falling down into his face, good build—not bodybuilder good like Reggie’s was . . . but why the hell did he care? All men were scum.

Andy found a seat facing the arrivals board, which would keep him informed on the change in arrival time for the bus to York. There would always be a rolling delay in the arrival of a bus one needed to get on—just like for trains and airplanes. There was an attached table in the seating unit on his left, with a seat on the other side. He pulled the paperback novel he’d just bought out of the floppy bag he’d brought to carry his incidentals for the trip and slapped it down on the table, only now looking at the title, which gave him pause and made him chuckle. He hadn’t thought they’d carry gay erotica in a bus station. He could tell this one was just from the cover art and because he was familiar with the author. It was Shores of Tripoli by Dirk Hessian—randy pirates and such. Andy had read a few by this author and enjoyed them, but he wouldn’t have bought a book like this to read on a bus where anyone sitting next to you could see the gay sex leap off the page.

He reached in the open bag of potato crisps on the table, took one out, and plopped it in his mouth. Only now did he realize that the young man from the news kiosk had sat down in the chair on the other side of the table.

The nerve of him, Andy thought. Coming on to me in a public place like this. He could have sat anywhere. But, looking around now, Andy saw there wasn’t much of anywhere else he could have sat. Several buses were scheduled to leave in the next hour, and the waiting room was buzzing with other people.

Andy was about to calm down and tell himself that the young man wasn’t following him when he looked at the guy’s face and realized that he was looking at the book he had put on the table—the gay erotica book that was pretty well known to be that by anyone familiar with the author. The young man seemed to recognize the author’s name—which told Andy something about the preferences of the young man and confirmed that he had been coming on to Andy at the news kiosk.

Blushing—and irritated—Andy turned the book over to hide the cover. Worse, as he did so, he saw that the young man had his hand in the bag of potato crisps. He pulled a chip out, and in doing so, their hands brushed against each other. He plopped the chip in his mouth, smacking his lips slightly at the pleasure of the taste.

Andy shrank away from him. The nerve of him, he thought. Taking one of Andy’s potato crisps. It’s something Reggie would have done without a thought, as well—the familiarity and signaling of dominance and possession in it. A stranger in a bus waiting room. And that little tingle Andy felt when their hands had brushed against each other. What was up with that? Such conflicted sensations he was having. Andy had felt aroused by the touch. To be honest, he had felt aroused by the feeling of submissiveness flowing into him by the dominance the young man reflected in freely taking of Andy’s potato crisps. The thoughts he was having were of that “fun easy” period one of his formers had spoken of.

Still, the brashness of the young man without provocation. They were, after all, Andy’s potato crisps. This was his territory the young man was invading. Making a big to do to rustle the bag, Andy extracted two potato crisps and gave them a noisy chomp. There, that would show him.

But what was he doing now? The other bloke was in the potato crisp packet again and had pulled a couple of them out . . . and he was eating them! And the bastard was giving Andy a sly little smile!

The challenge was on. Andy attacked the potato crisps again. A whole handful now. Maybe all of them. He’d taken too many out to eat all at once, so he ate them individually, slowly, making a production of it, savoring each one, making sounds of sheer pleasure as, one by one, they passed his lips and met their grinding fate. He did a sensual job of it—purposefully—moaning his pleasure, teasing the presumptive young man. He’d give the guy a hint of what he wasn’t going to get by stealing and ravishing his potato crisps. But then Andy was gripped with the realization that he was being turned on by all of this himself—and not just the tug of war over the potato crisps but also at how cute and arousing the young man was, despite his forwardness and crass possessiveness with Andy’s crisps.

He looked out of the corner of his eyes to see how the selfish thief would react to this. The cheeky bastard was smiling at him. Damn it, why did he have such an inviting, impish smile? Andy intentionally had a pout on—the whole thing with Reggie and the impetuous way he was running away. He wasn’t in the mood for flirtation with another Reggie. Why didn’t he just go away and leave Andy to wallow in his pout? Why didn’t he take his cute butt somewhere else? Andy did a double take in realizing that he had, in fact, previously observed and unconsciously absorbed that the young man tormenting him had a cute butt.

The young man had discovered that there was one potato crisp left in the bag, a big one. He pulled it out, and they looked at each other for a moment like they were going to have a showdown over who would get it. He smiled again, though, broke the chip in two and handed Andy the bigger half.

They chewed together, eyeing each other. Then the man smiled provocatively at Andy, saluted him, rose, and left.

Andy slumped back in his chair, overwhelmed by a feeling of exhaustion and completion. It felt almost like having had sex. But he also was feeling a sense of loss. Why did he feel a sudden loss? The forward guy had been just another Reggie. A flirt and a taker. But why did Andy feel deflated as he picked up the paperback book, turned, and slipped it into his bag? . . . only to find, still nestled in his bag, the packet of potato crisps he’d bought at the kiosk. The unopened package of potato crisps.

The bag of potato crisps Andy and the young man had dueled over hadn’t been Andy’s potato crisps at all—as he had assumed. They’d been his potato chips.

Aghast and burning with embarrassment, Andy looked around the waiting room, both wanting to see the young man so he could apologize and not wanting to see him because of the depth of his embarrassment in having run with a misassumption. He wasn’t to be seen.

Andy still hadn’t seen him when they called the boarding for his bus. He was still feeling a sense of loss when he climbed up into the bus and found a window seat. As he settled in, he sensed someone sit in the aisle seat next to him.

It was, of course, the young man from the waiting room. He turned and smiled at Andy. He was holding his hand out, extending an opened potato crisp packet to Andy.

“Would you like to share these crisps with me?” he asked. “My name is Jack. I think we should know each others’ names if we are going to share crisps intimately.”

Blushing, Andy answered, “Hi, Jack, I’m Andy. Yes, I’d love to share crisps with you, thanks.”

“Where are you bound to?” he asked.

“York,” Andy answered.

“I’m glad,” he said, “That’s my destination too. Do you have someone waiting for you at the station in York? I don’t.”

“I don’t either,” Andy said.

Andy, of course, realized that Jack had a hand on his knee. He didn’t mind that at all. As the bus pulled out into the road, Andy widened the stance of his legs and gave Jack a smile, showing he didn’t mind at all as Jack turned his body to block the view from the aisle and slid a hand up Andy’s thigh and to his core. No, thinking of the term “fun easy,” Andy decided he didn’t mind that at all. After all they’d already intimately shared a crisp.

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Jack pulled his right arm from under Andy’s neck, where he’d been holding the young man to him in an embrace and his right hand from Andy’s lower belly, slowly withdrew his cock from Andy’s hole to the sound of a deep sigh from Andy, and, picking the package of his cigarettes up from the nightstand after pulling the used condom off his cock, turned from Andy and stood up from the hotel room bed. As he did so, he knocked the packet containing the next condom onto the floor from the nightstand. Leaving it there, he walked over to the window of the small room overlooking the narrow street of the small hotel in old York. He leaned into the window, lit up his cigarette, and peered, reflectively, down into the street.

Andy rolled over onto his back, spread and bent his legs, and played with his cock. He looked across the room to where his sexy red shirt and white pants were neatly folded on a straight chair. Jack must have done that, he thought—while he was in the toilet after the first time Jack had fucked him. Andy was neat and appreciated that in a man—god knows Reggie had been a slob about taking care of his clothes. But Andy hadn’t folded the red shirt and white pants. He’d been lost in how good Jack had fucked him.

It had been just as Dennis said it was. Once he and Jack had gotten beyond the misunderstanding about the potato crisps—Andy’s misunderstanding—and Jack had touched him intimately in the bus and said he wanted to fuck him when they got to York, Andy had been easy. Jack was cute and had a nice cock, which made it all the easier.

He looked at the nightstand, hoping to see another condom packet there and was disappointed in not seeing one. The potato crisp bag was there—Andy’s potato crisp bag—but it was empty now. They’d eaten the crisps after Andy came back from the toilet and Jack had fucked him the second time, taking him up to dance on the clouds just as Jack had done the first time. Nobody had done it better—not Reggie, and certainly not Dennis.

Andy then looked over at the window, where Jack’s slim, yet muscular body lounged in the frame of the window highlighted by late-afternoon light streaming into the room. He thought he should warn the young man to come away from the window, as he was naked and someone down in the street surely would be able to see him. But Andy didn’t want Jack to move away from the window just yet. His body was perfect and the pose was perfect—sexy. Andy could hardly believe that such a perfect body had held him close and that such a perfect cock had penetrated him twice and taken him to heaven.

Jack turned his head toward Andy and smiled.

“You look perfect; so sexy, lying like that, fondling your dick,” he said.

“Come back to the bed,” Andy said, reluctant to give up his view of Jack in the window, but needing him again.

“In a minute, love,” Jack said. He finished smoking his cigarette, still lounging in the window, his back to the frame and his hips jutting out, his left knee raised to the side of the frame opposite. His free hand had taken his cock and was slow stroking it back to hard. Andy shivered—they’d fuck again if Jack had another condom packet somewhere. Andy had come away from Reggie’s unprepared, not giving any thought that, on the same day, he’d be in bed in a York hotel with a stranger.

The cigarette finished and his cock erect, Jack stubbed his cigarette butt out in an ashtray on the bureau next to the window, came back to the bed, picked the condom packet up from the floor by the nightstand, and slit it open.

Andy smiled as he saw that there was another condom after all.

“Is that the last one?” Andy asked, teasingly.

Jack reached over to the nightstand and brushed the empty crisps packet off the top of his toilet kit. He opened the kit, took out another condom packet, and placed it on the nightstand.

“For next time,” he said. “Can you do four in one day?”

“Are there others in that kit?”

“Yes, as many as you’d like.”

“I’d like as many times as you want,” Andy said. “You fuck amazing.”

“You take it amazing,” Jack said. “You make love to it while I’m inside. It makes me want to live inside you.”

Andy watched as Jack rolled the condom on his cock. “Come to me quickly,” Andy murmured. “Take me fast and hard.”

Jack came onto the bed, sliding his knees under Andy’s buttocks, lifting the young man’s pelvis. He took Andy’s legs up and hooked the young man’s ankles on his shoulders. Andy was flexible and could raise and maintain his legs raised with ease. He was whimpering, “Yes, yes. Do it, fuck me hard.”

Running an arm under Andy’s waist, Jack raised Andy’s torso. Andy arched back, letting his arms dangle to the side and his head arch back as well, exposing his throat to his lover if he wanted to tear his teeth into him and devour him. He gasped and gave a little cry as Jack entered him strongly, moved deep inside him, and began to fuck him hard—just as Andy had requested.

Afterward as they lay side by side, resting for the next condom, Andy played his fingers through Jack’s chest hair and kissed his nipple.

“Tell me, Jack, do you find me fun easy?”

“I don’t know what ‘fun easy’ is,” Jack murmured. “But I’m glad I found you.”

“I could be convinced that I’m hungry,” Andy said. “I think we need another packet of crisps.”

“Later,” Jack muttered. He had a hand between Andy’s thighs, stroking Andy’s legs there. Getting the hint, Andy spread his legs to Jack’s touch, which went up to Andy’s cock.

Andy moaned. “Screw the crisps. Fuck me,” he murmured. Dennis had been right, he thought. All a man had to do was touch his cock and he’d open his legs. Of course Jack wasn’t just any man. He spread his legs wider, bent them, and put his feet flat on the mattress, ready to use the leverage of his feet to move his pelvis with the action of the fuck.

Jack reached over to the nightstand for another condom packet.

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Being new in town and starting a new job, I wasn’t sure where to go to find cock.  One past acquaintance had said that when he was in a new town, he’d slip a cabbie a twenty for the names of the popular gay bars.

I had also heard of guys putting ads on Craigslist.  I decided to give it a try, but didn’t want my address to be known.  I pondered what to do as I checked out the ads of guys wanting male sex.  

One ad had just been posted that day and it seemed interesting.  It was from a thirty year old married man in town on business looking for male companionship for a couple of evenings.  I looked over his stats and loved what I read.  His height and weight were perfect, he was hairy, hung and muscular and he said he had seven inches, and had few limitations.

I shot him a reply giving my stats and telling him I was interested in meeting.  Less that two minutes later I had a reply with him saying he was interested also and that he was in room 612 at the Hyatt, near the airport.  He said he would have the door slightly ajar and to walk on in, asking for ‘John’.

Although I was nervous, it sounded extremely exciting.  He had said that he liked the fact that I was younger and liked slightly older men.  At twenty-four, I wasn’t that much younger, but I did like older men with experience.

I was ready for anything he wanted, but mainly I wanted him to feed me as much cum as possible.  I craved it and never got enough. I had even pretended to be bisexual and had three ways with a man and wife just to get to suck the husband off.

I arrived at the Hyatt and after parking headed for the elevators.  Stepping out onto the sixth floor, I saw the sign indicating that the room I was looking for was to the right.  It was the last room on my right as I reached the end of the hall.  I immediately saw the night latch flipped around holding the door partially cracked open.

Stepping up to the door, I gently pushed it open, and said, “I’m looking for John.”

“Come on in,” a voice said from around a corner.  Shutting the door completely and flipping the night latch, I stepped into the room and found a hot hung handsome man laying nude in bed.  He was everything he had said he was and blended in with the hair on his chest, above his left nipple was the USMC emblem.

Looking at me he said, “I don’t know how you feel, but I love what I see so far.  Why don’t you get more comfortable.”

As I stripped, I told him that I definitely loved what I saw.  He lay there watching me undress, his cock getting harder and harder, and when I was down to just my briefs, he got up and walked over to me and as my briefs fell to the floor and I stepped out of them, he kissed me gently and lovingly and after a moment offered his tongue.  I immediately accepted it and offered mine.

After a long passionate kiss with lots of groping, he led me to the bed, asking, “How long can you stay?”

“As long as you can feed me cum,” I replied.  

“That has never been a problem for me,” he said.

As we lay on the bed, I asked if his wife knew anything about his activities on the road.

With a grin on his face, he said, “I wouldn’t have anything for you to put in your mouth if she did.  The only family member that knows anything is her father.”

“Your father-in-law? How the fuck did that happen?”

“I was at an adult video store sucking cock and getting fucked through a glory hole.  I had taken a couple of loads when this hung guy entered the booth next to me  Before long I was sucking his cock and when I knew he was getting close, I stopped sucking and backed up to the hole. In less than a second he was buried completely in my ass, fucking me like a wild man.  He soon climaxed and his load was so huge, I had problems keeping it in.  I turned around and quickly sucked his cock clean, before pulling up my pants to leave.  As I stepped out of my booth, the guy stepped out of his booth.  I was face to face with my wife’s father.  He looked at me and said softly, “Outside.”

I followed him out, and once outside he motioned for me to follow.  He went around the side of the building into some thick bushes.  Once we were out of sight, he asked if his daughter knew anything.  I told him no and he said, lets keep it that way and kissed me passionately.  Not only was he my father-in-law, but he is also my boss.”

We soon were sucking each others cocks, and after he collected my cum load in his mouth, we kissed and he fed part of it to me.  In the three hours I was with him, he fed me four delicious loads.

As I dressed top leave, I asked how often he was in town and he said once a month for a couple of nights and asked if I could return the following night.  I said I could and asked if his father-in-law ever traveled with him, because I would love a three way.

“He has on occasion and we get as many guys together as we can for orgies.  He loves multiple cocks in him at the same time.”

“Well, I’d love to have you two watch me suck both your cocks.”

I gave him my cell number and said I would be back the following night unless I heard from him.  He said he was looking forward to it.

I got home and checked Craigslist again, and found another young man looking to get sucked. I contacted him and went to his motel and sucked him dry.  Hanging in his closet area was a set of army fatigues with sergeant stripes, freshly ironed.  I got two huge delicious loads out of him before leaving, and also found out that he was in town looking for an apartment.  He was being transferred to town as the new Army recruiter.  I knew where to find him in the future.

The following night I returned to the Hyatt and to John’s room and again the door was left cracked open.  I entered and found John in bed nude, as he had been the night before.  I stripped and lay in bed next to him and as we kissed, I suddenly felt someone else on the bed.  Jumping up with a startled look on my face, Josh said, “It’s cool, Mark.  After you left last night I called Clay and told him about you and he came down to join in.  Meet my father-in-law/ boss, Clay.

Clay this is Mark.”

Looking me over, he smiled and said, “John, I see now why you said I needed to join you.”  Then, looking at me he asked, “Mark, do you have all night?”

“I do,” I replied.

Clay was forty three, but didn’t look a day older than John,  He was extremely well built and hairier than John, and with a bigger cock.  One of my biggest pleasures was watching them kiss and make out as I alternated sucking their cocks.

Later, as I continued sucking John, Clay began fucking John’s ass.  They both climaxed simultaneously and after swallowing John’s load, 

I quickly began eating John’s ass telling him to shove Clay’s load out for me to eat.

As I sucked up the cum draining from John’s ass, Clay spoke up saying, “John, you have really found a keeper here.  I may have to join you on this route more often.”

After licking up the last of the cum from John’s ass, I smiled and said I would service them both anytime they were in town.  With them both supplying huge loads, and with my craving of cum, I looked forward to sucking them both anytime.  

Before leaving the motel room the next morning just before five, I had sucked three loads out of John and two out of Clay, as well as being their urinal during the night.

As I left the room, Clay kissed me and said, “You are one hot fucking cum dump.  I look forward to seeing you often.”

After Clay called me what he did, early the next morning, I posted an ad on Craigslist.  It read: “Cum dump looking for multiple shooters or a large group to feed me. Looking forward to hearing from individuals, couples, or groups. Few limits.”

I pressed enter after re-reading my ad, and I checked for a response every half hour or so.  About two and a half hours later, I noticed I had a reply.

I began reading: “We are a group of coworkers that all enjoy having a man suck our cocks.  For more info call 321-555-6699.”

After blocking my own number for the time being, I dialed the number, and heard a deep sexy voice say, “Hello?”

“Are you the one that posted the reply on Craigslist?”

“If you’re the cum dump, I am.”

“I’m the cum dump.  What do you have in mind?”

“Let me ask one question and see how you answer it before I give you any details,” he said.

“Ask away,” I replied.

“We are a group of construction workers, that during idle conversation during our lunch breaks, discovered we all have been sucked off by another male and enjoyed it.  To be honest, I was looking to get sucked tonight when I saw your ad.  After reading it, I contacted the others in our group and asked if they were game to get together for a weekend and all get sucked off with the others watching.  Everyone agreed, and I was wondering how you felt about it?”

“First off, how many guys are we talking about?”

“There are ten of us, ranging from twenty-two to forty-five, and three are married.”

“Well, I enjoy married cum as much as I love single guys cum.  Where would this take place?”

“I have a lease on a fish camp up on a private lake, about two hours from town.  We’d go up Friday after work and come back Sunday evening.”

“Hey man, the idea of sucking ten construction studs all weekend has me turned on big time.  Just tell me when and where.”

“Well, how about you doing me tonight  and us getting to know each other?”

“Perfect, just tell me where and what time.”

He gave me his address and said “As far as time, just as soon as you can get here.”

Knowing the area of his address, I said, “Give me twenty minutes at the most.”

“I’ll be waiting,” he replied, then said, “Everyone calls me Wolf.”  I gave him my name and said I would see him soon.

I put on only a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt and sneakers with no socks and headed over to his place.

Finding the small bungalow in a quiet neighborhood, I pulled up in the drive and went to the door.  After ringing the doorbell, I heard a voice call out, “Come on in, It’s open.”

I went in and found Wolf laying on the sofa, facing the TV, totally nude.  “Lock the door,” he said as he started to get up.

I did then walked over closer to him and as we neared each other I couldn’t take my eyes off his thick, long beautiful cock, which was half hard and steadily getting harder.

After shaking hands, he said, “Make yourself comfortable.”

I immediately stripped off what clothing I had on and as I did he laughed and said, “It looks like you were prepared to get undressed.”

“That makes it more even, I think.”

I looked over his muscular body, noticing a nice patch of hair on his chest and stomach and a thick bush down lower  On his left arm was  the cancer zodiac sign and on his right arm was a tattoo of a baying wolf, hence his nickname. I found out that he was twenty-nine and divorced, no kids and loved being single and watching another guy suck his cock.

He looked me over and smiled and said, “If a guy is going to suck my cock, I want him to look like a man and you certainly do.  Mark, it’s all yours,” he said as he lay back down on the sofa, one leg hanging off.

I sat on the sofa between his legs, and after lifting his now hard cock, I gently started licking it and his balls before taking it in my mouth and swallowing it totally.

As I did, he moaned loudly then said, “Oh, fuck, yea.  Very few can swallow it all.”

I didn’t just suck his cock, I made love to it, taking my time and giving us both pure pleasure.

After several minutes, he spoke up saying, “Mark, never, and I do mean never, has anyone, male or female, sucked me as good as you are doing.  The guys will go wild if you suck them the way you are sucking me.”

Curious, I asked, “How many loads are you good for?”

“Tonight, at least three, maybe four if you have time to stay a while.”

“Buddy, I have all night.”

Hum!” came his reply.

I returned to sucking his cock and with more urgency.  Soon he moaned loudly and said, “Oh fuck Mark, don’t stop.  I’m cumming!”

I milked his cock dry, containing his huge load in my mouth until I had it all.  Then looking directly into his eyes, I smiled and swallowed.

He surprised me when he smiled and said, “That’s it, baby. Eat it all.”

Reaching up to me , he pulled me down on top of him and had my head on his shoulder as he held me, caressing my body.

After a moment, he asked, “Mark, can you stay the night?”

“It’s Saturday so I don’t see why not,” I replied.

“Great,” he said as he hugged me slightly.

I began to wonder if he was as straight as he pretended to be.  Most guys that just want to get blown aren’t this affectionate.

“How about a beer?” he suddenly said.

“Sounds good to me,” I replied.

We got up and I followed him to the kitchen and after we had each taken a sip of our beer, he stepped up to me and after setting his down, grasped my shoulders and pressed his lips to mine immediately offering his tongue.  I quickly accepted it and offered mine which to my surprise he eagerly accepted.

After we parted, he said, “If you tell anyone about that, you won’t live to see another day.  That’s not a threat, that’s a promise.”

“Wolf, I’m not the type to ‘out’ another guy.  If he wants it known he will tell others.  My lips are sealed.”

“I figured I could trust you.  You have no idea how bad I’d  want to flip you into a sixty-nine earlier, and none of the others have any idea that I love cock.”

“As I see it, it is none of their business,” I said, then asked, “Is this what caused your divorce?”

“Oh yea.  She was out of town on business and came home a day early and caught me in bed with her brother and his cock in my mouth.”

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed.

“I moved in with her brother for a few months but he was just too feminine for me.”

“Were you into men when you married?”

“Nope. I discovered men in the army when a captain made a pass at me when I was half drunk and sucked me off.  About the third time he blew me, I was curious and blew him in return and found I loved it.’

“What would happen if the others in the group knew you sucked cock?”

“I don’t know and I don’t want to find out,” he said.

After another sip of beer, he took my hand and led me to his bedroom and told me to lay down.  I did and he got between my legs and very lovingly, began sucking on my cock.  As it stiffened, he sucked with even more passion and after a few moments, said, “I want you to feed me.” 

“Keep going and I will,” I replied.

He looked up into my eyes as he again swallowed my hard cock, and seeing this hot masculine guy sucking my cock turned me on big time.  Seeing Wolf in normal circumstances, no one would ever dream that he was into sucking cock and eating cum.

Moments later, I began to rub his head and said, “I hope you’re hungry, ‘cause you’re bout to get fed.”

Pausing for just a moment, he said, “
“Just make sure I get every delicious drop,” he quickly said before again swallowing my cock.

Only seconds later, my cock exploded, shooting my built up load into his mouth, which he contained until I was totally drained.  Once he had milked me dry, he again looked into my eyes as he swallowed his meal.

“Oh man, that was so fucking delicious,” he said licking his lips.  “how many more can you feed me?”

“I think I might be able to match you one for one,” I replied.

“Man, I fucking hope so.”

After another few sips of beer, he asked, “Mark, do you get into anything other than sucking cock?”

“Oh, yes!” I replied.  “besides sucking cock and eating cum, I enjoy fucking and getting fucked, giving and receiving  rim jobs, and all water sports.  I drink straight from the tap.  The only thing I refuse to do is any scat play.”

“Well, I see we both are into the exact same things.  I look forward to being your urinal.”

“And I, yours,” I replied with a smile, then asked, “Do you ever get thirsty when you watch one of your coworkers take a piss?”

“Oh, fuck yea!  All the time.”

I spent the night with Wolf and ate each others loads two more times during the night and fucked each other once, plus lots kissing, rimming and piss drinking.

Before leaving the next morning, we tentatively set the following weekend for our get together with his coworkers.  He called me late Sunday evening and said it was all set and that he would pick me up.

I asked if he told them about anything about  Friday night, and he said he had, but only that I had sucked two loads out of him, and nothing else.

“Do you think any of them will want my ass?” I asked.

“Baby, be prepared to take it in both holes all weekend.  Some asked if I knew if you got fucked because they wanted to fuck a guy in the ass and see what it was like.  I told them that you did.  Was that okay?”

“Hell yes!” I told him.

He gave me the address of their job site, and mid week, I drove by and got a glimpse of the crew.  They were all hot as hell, and I couldn’t wait for Friday evening.

I kept my ad listed and for the next week there was only one evening that I only had one cock offered to me.  The other nights, I sucked two and once three cocks during the evening.

On Friday, after Wolf picked me up, I told him about my week, and he asked if we could try again the following week and share the cocks.  I told him that I would love sharing with him.  

As we drove to his lease, I asked if the others were going to be there when we arrived.

“There is one car load of four guys following us and the others will probably be waiting at the gate.”

“What do you think the ones following us would say if they saw me lean over and put my face in your lap and suck you off?”  

“Who gives a shit!  That’s your job this weekend so go for it if you want to.”

We were in his pickup and before leaning over I looked out the back window and seeing the other guys watching, I smiled, then leaned over and swallowed Wolf’s cock which he had pulled out of his jeans.

The musky aroma turned me on, and I had told him to tell the others not to shower after work.  As I sucked Wolf’s throbbing cock, I could hear the horn from the car following us start blowing their horn.  Wolf lowered his window and after sticking his arm out, gave them a thumbs up sign.

We arrived t the lease, and Wolf opened the locked gate and had the last car in, relock it.  A half mile drive through thick brush and undergrowth, we came to a clearing.  

After parking, as everyone climbed out of their vehicles, one of the guys following  Wolf and I said loudly, “That fucking Wolf got his cock sucked off driving up here!”

“Well, I am the one that put this together,” he said before starting to introduce me to the others.

After introductions, Wolf had me strip while the others watched and once I was nude, they all began stripping.

One of the married guys was thirty-five and a former Marine.  He was extremely well built and exceptionally hairy all over and sported a thick beard, and that turned me on.  And the youngest in the group had a beautiful eight and a half inch cut cock.  Some started wondering out loud if I could deep throat the entire cock.

I smiled and singled out the hot muscular twenty-two year old and said, “Let me show these guys just what I can do.”  

I dropped to my knees in front of him and as I began licking his growing cock, the others gathered around casually fondling their growing cocks.

Once he was rock hard, I began my adventure, slowly taking inch after inch down my throat.  When I almost had it totally down my throat, several said, “Fuck, he’s taking it all.”

Then with one final forward movement, I buried my nose in his thick pubic bush as he gasped and said, “He’s got it all!”

“Holy shit!” “Mother fuck!” “ Unbelievable fucking believable!” were just some of the comments I heard as I sucked off the hot young stud in my mouth.

After a moment or two, the young man said, “Damn, is this guy ever good!”

Moments later, the others watched as he climaxed and fed me his huge load, waiting anxiously for their turn.

One after the other, I sucked off each of the men, with Wolf being the last one to feed me.

As I stood, I turned and looked at them all and said, “Anytime you want it just tell me, and if you want my ass, you can put your cock there also.”

They all smiled, and then I added, “I’m also the urinal for the weekend so don’t be bashful.  I’m here for your pleasure.”

Shortly later, I was fed a few loads of piss after the beer had started flowing, as well as sucking off a couple of the guys again.  They all had no idea how much I loved being watched when I sucked cock or got fucked.

The twenty-two year old was the first to say he wanted my ass.  “He proved he can swallow all I’ve got.  Now lets see if he can take it all up his ass.  Some women refuse.”

I jumped onto a picnic table and lay on my back with my ass at the edge and said, “It’s all yours, and I only take it bareback.  I want your loads in my ass and not in a condom.”

He got in position and accepted the lube I offered and began his insertion..  He was about half way in when I reached back and grabbed his hips and pulled him to me, driving his cock into my ass balls deep.

Several comments were made and I said, “Now, fuck my ass good.”

He began pounding my ass like I was some whore, as several others fucked my mouth as they watched.

Once the youngster had filled my ass with his load, the others cheered me as I got up.  It was then that the former Marine spoke up and asked, “Guys, everything that goes on here is going to be kept just between us and no one else, right?”

Everyone immediately agreed that whatever happened stayed just between the group, and the oldest in the group asked, “Why are you asking?”

“Ever since I had my first blow job back when I was in Iraq, I have wondered what it was like to suck a guy. I want to find out,” he said.

“It will be our secret,” one of the guys said and after everyone agreed the oldest guy said, “If you want it go for it.”

As the former Marine knelt in front of me, he hesitated for a half second then took my cock into his mouth and started sucking. 

Jim, the forty-five year old spoke up saying, “Anyone that opens their mouth and says anything, is automatically out of a job.  No name calling or telling anyone outside out group what happens here.”

Wolf was standing next to me and when I looked at him questioningly, he whispered, “Jim if the head man in our crew and what he says is law.”

Then, after a moment, Jim stepped closer to Wolf and soon started sucking his cock. 

Everyone else began to relax and a few of the others started fondling each others cocks with a couple of them kissing.

The ice was broken, and by dark, all but two of the guys had sucked at least one cock to completion.

Before settling down for the night, I had been fucked by every one of the guys and
Wolf and come out of the closet and sucked several of the guys and been sucked and fucked.  As bed time neared, most of the guys had paired up and spent the night together, and by noon on Saturday, everyone was openly sucking whatever cock was available.

As we sat by the lake, each person admitted that ehy werwe curious or was into cock before the weekend and was glad that it was all out in the open.

The ones that had never sucked cock before, now openly took one in their mouth and sucked it dry, eagerly eating the loads.  And some that were just starting, lost their cherries that weekend, taking cock up their ass.

Everyone, including the newbie’s, were fascinated at watching Jim, the foreman, take two cocks in his ass at the same time while sucking another cock. 

By Saturday evening, anything and everything was going on, without any hesitation from anyone.

By Sunday when we dressed to return home, everyone was glad and relaxed that there were no longer any secrets between any one of them and they thanked me for bringing it out into the open.

The following week on Friday, Wolf called and asked if I was busy for the evening.  I said no and he invited me to his place.  When I arrived, Josh, the twenty-two year old was there, and they were both nude.

I found out that Josh was wanting to try getting double fucked.  He had already become a urinal.  As we talked, they told me that during their lunch break there was lots of cock sucking or fucking going on.

I continued running my ad and it paid off.  I soon was orally servicing a local college fraternity as well as six police officers that enjoyed using men.  When I blew the first of them, I had no idea that he was a cop.  I just knew that he had some buds that also liked to get sucked.  It was really hot then I got them all together in uniform and sucked them all dry.

I continue to have response from my ad and never does a night go by that I don’t get several cocks.  I have sucked men from all aspects of work: lawyers, construction, law enforcement, doctors, truckers, and military, with Marines being my favorite in that category.

It really pays to advertise.

Everything was ready. My parents had finally gone to sleep and all the preparations had been completed in advance. I silently snuck out of my room and tiptoed past both my siblings’ rooms, checking that both my sister and little brother were fast asleep. I descended the stairs, carefully avoiding the creaky steps and made my way to the old door. We lived in an old house built on top of an even older one. The cellar door was the only visible remnant of the old house, with its heavy wooden frame and black iron handle. I unlocked the door with the key I had kept with myself for the last month and pulled it open. I had oiled the hinges the previous night, so the door slid open without making a sound. I closed the door behind me and allowed the darkness to wash over me. Fumbling only a little, I found the candle and matches I had left on the floor. It hadn’t felt right to use a flashlight. When the flickering flame sent leaping shadows across the walls, I knew I had made the right choice. 

The stairs in front of me descended into darkness. There were no doubts in my mind as I made the first step. Everything had been prepared. My heart actually started pounding faster from excitement as I made my way down, ever deeper.Finally. Finally!

The cellar was surprisingly far down. Too far down to actually use as my mother had learned. There were still some tins of canned food in the cave-like room and a bag of mouldy potatoes. I smiled.If mom only knew how much more there was!

I moved the potato sack and revealed a small, rectangular hole in the wall. It had originally been covered by a wooden board painted to closely resemble the stone blocks the walls were made of. I think I was the only one to have noticed it looking different from the others. There was no telling who had hidden the pathway or how long ago.

Before I ventured further I stripped down and left my clothes on the floor. Like the candle, this too seemed right. I got on all fours and with the candle in my hand I crawled into the hole.

Just like the first time, I was surprised by how clean the pathway was. It seemed like not a speck of dust had fallen since the hole had  been blocked. The ground beneath my hands and knees was smooth and warm and didn’t scrape me at all. The candle was starting to drip hot wax on my hand but I barely even noticed. My heart was beating like a drum in my ears, pushing me to keep going as fast as possible.

The pathway made several turns and twists so that I had no real idea which way I was going. I assumed that I was making my way towards the hilly area behind our house but I couldn’t be sure. The air was quite breathable, although it had taken a strange scent. I knew I was getting closer.

Finally I felt the air moving past my face and after a few more turns, the pathway opened into a chamber.The chamber. I crawled out and stood up, raising the candle. Its weak light sent long wavering shadows across the wide room. I stepped forward and got to lighting the other candles I had brought, set into the five small openings in the slightly concave walls of the chamber. Their light seemed to be amplified somehow, brightening the whole chamber. My heart beat achingly fast. The walls were made of some black, glistening material. They were very smooth and surprisingly warm to the touch. The floor, however, was marvelous. Intricate lines had been drawn with black and red across the floor, forming strange symbols and shapes that made my heart throb. 

The most important thing however, was lying on the floor where I had gently placed it.The book.It had been here when I first entered the chamber, in just the same place, precisely on the center of the chamber. Its featureless black cover had been made from some smooth, soft material. It had several hundred pale pages, similarly soft, like they had been made from some leathery material. There was no title, nor a name of the author anywhere in the book. The text however, was completely legible. I hadn’t dared take the book out, so I’d ventured down here most nights since I’d found the place, poring over the strange texts and obscene images. Now I knew what I needed to do. I carefully took the book in my hands and held it tightly. It felt so good against my chest, the smooth leather pressing against my nipples. After letting out a shuddering breath I opened the book, to a page I was so familiar with I could probably draw from memory if I wanted. I didn’t dare trust my memory though, since everything had to be perfect. 

I stood in the center of the chamber, where all the lines in the floor converged. After reading the book I now knew the symbols on the floor were circles of power, that could be used in myriad combinations to produce wondrous results. I had not tried working them before, but I had no doubts about them working. Either way, I’ll find out soon… I ran my finger across the page, tracing the paths I needed to take. What I needed to perform was almost like a dance, but in many ways was like walking a tightrope instead. Much like a tightrope artist, I had no space for mistakes. 

With a deep breath I set the book on the floor outside the largest circle and with a final intake of breath, begun my dance. I moved one or two steps at a time, connecting different spheres with my body, following the intricate rules set forth in the book. My naked body swayed with my movements and soon was moist with sweat. I kept moving, knowing that a single wrong step or a moment of doubt would ruin everything. I was sure in my movements because there was nothing else. The chamber was quiet save for the sounds of my feet sliding across the floor in movements not seen in centuries. 

One last flourish, step and a spin and I was at the center, having traveled through the overlapping paths of the spell. There wasn’t even a moment’s pause after I stopped moving. The spell took hold instantly, invisible lines of power coiling around my sweating body and pulling me towards the floor. An enormous pressure washed over me, forcing me into a prostrate position. I could feel the space around me widen and I knew I was not in the chamber under my house anymore. 

There was a long silence, but then I could feel His presence. It washed over me in a wave of obscene excitement. My cock hardened painfully against the stone floor. The book hadn’t specified what would happen next, but I knew what I needed.

“Master, please take me and make me yours! Everything that I am belongs to you!” My voice was hushed but every fiber of my being ached to revel in His unholy glory.

There were no words and I couldn’t see anything but I felt something move closer, so achingly close. I could feel hot breath on my neck and something feverishly hot pressing against my body. I strained against the invisible bindings, pushing myself against what I had so long needed. Then I could feel it begin. Something hot and slick and filthy pressed against my asshole, then pushed deeper. My body had followed my mind and completely surrendered, offering no resistance at all. My Master’s cock seemed to reach impossibly deep and with every thrust I could feel myself changing, transforming into something wicked and obscene. I loved it.

Soon I was on the brink of cumming. I knew that with this orgasm I would surrender myself completely, becoming something obscene. I welcomed it moaning and panting and finally screaming as strands of sticky cum dripped down to the stone floor. My orgasm was hardly the end though as my Master cared little for my pleasure and continued thrusting deep into me. I felt nothing but pleasure though, moaning as my boycunt was brutally ravaged.

Finally, I felt the glorious cock inside me grow even harder, throbbing with every thrust. I knew what was going to happen and moaned in absolute bliss. The torrent of unholy seed spread inside me, remaking me into what I’d always wanted.

I was dropped to the ground, cum oozing from my hole. I raised my head and finally saw the glorious thing that had been inside of me, dripping black, oily cum. With an excited moan, I crawled closer to clean it. To serve my Master. 

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As long as sex had played a role in his young life Kerry had been a thoroughbred slut. Even at high school his aim was to seduce as much homosexual boys as possible, at least the ones who had the courage to come out. In the process he found out that many others also had a crunch on boys, but kept it a closely guarded secret. Kerry always shut up about it: nobody was to find out the truth about some secret lover from him.

Kerry was the perfect seducer. He was slender, almost slight and he had a pleasant and roguish face, bordered by shoulder long black, light curly hair. He had a smooth way of moving, even his walking was almost dance-like. His main weapons of seduction were his deep brown twinkling eyes, which were able to cast a melting, questioning glance and the prominent bump in his tight faded jeans, which put his buttocks under an onlooker’s attention as well. And if the jeans dropped to the ground the future lover might find an infinitesimally small pair of drawers, which showed bump and buttocks even more prominent and seducing. It might well be that there were no drawers at all. All things needed were there then, in full view and ready to grab. At this age sex doesn’t need tenderness, only lust!

It had started in a modest way. It gave him a kick to look at a hard dick. Actually: it gave him a hard one too. The next step was a shy touching and stroking. But Kerry developed his skills in a fast way. He started to lick and suck such a beautiful toy and really enjoyed it if the boy in question wasn’t able to keep it in any longer and started to squirt all his young sperm in his mouth. The kick was physical, but it gave him a mental boost as well. It provided the feeling he wanted: to be desired. Exactly that was his weak spot. His whole early childhood had been spent in foster homes and boy boarding schools, causing a profound feeling that his parents had got rid of him, like he was refuse. These years were survived against the right of the strongest, by mouth or by fist. Most of the time he was able to fight his way out with the mouth. But as soon as it came to the fist, he mostly had to succumb. These were hard and especially lonely years. Each physical contact with a gay boy gave him the feeling he was important to at least someone, no matter how short the time this importance continued. It became an obsession, almost an addiction. It gave him a reputation at school, at least with the “wrong” boys: he was a slut and if you wanted a good suck you could take him into the bushes anytime to get it.

His biggest “victory” was Peter, the sweetheart of all the girls at school and in deep secrecy his sweetheart as well. He considered Peter the untouchable idol. The boy was as straight as they came, it was a macho and a real sportsman. He had the body of a sportsman: muscled, broad shoulders and breast, delicious cute little ass, blond curly hair and blue eyes. And while showering and changing after the gymnastics lesson Kerry had seen that Peter had something he didn’t posses himself: a real six pack! Besides that: there was a very cute, desirable bump in his drawers as well. However: Peter was nice to dream and fantasize about but it would end right there. So, he was extremely surprised when exactly this Peter came to him after school, looked into his eyes with a piercing glance and shamelessly grabbed him in his crotch. With a nod of his head the boy made very clear which way he wanted Kerry to go: to the bushes!

Once there he ordered Kerry to unpack his member and told him to suck it. All of a sudden he got Kerry back up on his feet, turned him around, put his javelin between the buttocks and took him in one sudden deliberate move, without any consideration whatsoever. Kerry felt the pain of his first penetration but loved the feeling. In a short span of time Peter’s hot fluids speeded into him. Kerry hadn’t experienced something that lovely before: his great untouchable idol had actually seen him and had wanted him. In his flush of happiness it eluded his attention that Peter put his trousers back on, turned around and walked away without saying a single word.

When he had finished high school he started a study in another town. His reputation went with him. It had nothing to do with the fact that the whole population of this new town already knew him. It was more that he took his addiction for attention and confirmation with him, so in a very short time he was behaving the same way and started playing the great seducer in the local gay scene. Again he became the little slut, available for everyone for everything. Kerry didn’t discriminate: he had no qualms about who wanted to use him, his own age, a little older or a lot older. As long as he was able to keep the feeling that someone lusted for him, that he was wanted for even a short period of time.

As with all addictions he wanted more and more and even more and more often. He started to experiment with SM, was whipped by some, was chained to crosses to be tortured, humiliated to the bone and just ended up as a birthday gift of some master for his friend, just as a giveaway play thing for the night. No packing required, just a red and golden knot around his rod.

Then it became clear to him he was doing the completely wrong thing.

“Am I crazy? Am I losing my mind?” was a thought that repeatedly came up in his mind. Slowly he discovered what he was looking for when chasing short term limited duration confirmation and happiness: he was looking for the real happiness! But he had no idea what so ever how to achieve it. An even bigger problem would be that he needed the short term satisfaction for his addiction before he was able to achieve the real thing he wanted. Besides: he had a reputation of being a slut. Yes, he had done everything possible to earn it, but how to get rid of it? No person in his right mind wants to start an affair with the slut of the town!

Change was coming. The beginning of that change happened without him noticing it. On a Friday night he sat down at the terrace of a gay club in town and looked around. To put it blunt: he was chasing for his kick.

Being a very pleasant summer evening the terrace was very full. He knew most men he saw, some of them in an undressed mode as well. But he didn’t know the boy who stood in front of him abruptly.

“Hi,” the boy said, “May I join you? All tables are fully occupied and there is some space over here!”

Kerry nodded absent-mindedly, while he took a good look at the boy. He appeared a little older than himself, he was large with a muscled wiry body. He had kind of a rough face, but Kerry noted immediately that it contained a pair of very friendly eyes of a colour he couldn’t determine right away. The eyes told him that this boy was a very kind person. He had dark blond upstanding hair and was dressed in a tight t-shirt, a baggy jeans and sport shoes.

“I’m Frank” the boy introduced himself.

“I’m Kerry” was the curt answer.

“I know”, Frank answered quietly, accompanying it with a blending smile, “Everybody seems to know you at this place”

Kerry kind of turned on his pre-programmed behavior. He had one…and it could have been a lot worse for this evening. He put on his most seducing looks and whispered:

“Mmmmmyessssss…most of them know me without clothes. Would you like to learn about me without clothes?”

“Why are you doing that?” Frank asked with a kind smile.

“Do what?” Kerry asked sharply. He didn’t like it. It went in a way he didn’t fancy very much and certainly had not planned.

“Play the slut!” Frank answered. Laconically he took a package of cigarettes, lighted one and shoved the package over the table to Kerry, who took one. After he had lightened it he answered:

“None of your business I think! Who are you anyway? The new reverend?”

“No, although I do study theology”

“Oh Jezus”, Kerry thought, “What do I have now? A holy lover on Friday night?”

But Frank didn’t let go:

“Do you have that little self-esteem that you do this to yourself? Do you really think that there is nobody in the whole world who might care for you without having to let your body to be abused to gain a spot in the world for a short span of time?”

That hit Kerry like a left direct!

“Come on, don’t start with the God-thing!” Kerry snarled.

“Actually, I didn’t have him in mind. I was more thinking about myself!”

OK, a right direct hit followed immediately on the left direct and Kerry started to have the feeling he was going knock out.

“Yes”, Frank continued, “I have been studying you for weeks now and I like what I see. I see a very sweet, but also very uncertain and fragile boy. So I fell in love with you. I just had to wait for an opportunity to approach you and this opportunity only came this evening”.

Kerry looked at him with wide eyes. It felt as if a hurricane was raging in his mind and he reacted the only way he could think of at this moment: he fled. He raised and without even looking at Frank again he wanted to walk away, but Frank stopped him.

“Wait a second”, he said, “Just in case you change your mind!”

Kerry felt vaguely how something was pushed in his hand but he had no time to look at it. He just wanted to get away from here! So he pushed whatever it was in his trouser’s pocket and walked away, totally upset. He just wanted to go home!

The following days were extremely difficult. He lost the courage to go back to the gay club, fearing that he might meet Frank again. It almost gave him withdrawal symptoms. He craved for some attention, to some physical love, to sex! It hurt him that Frank had put his finger on exactly the problem that had bothered him for some time. Yes, he was going the wrong way. Nobody needed to tell him that. But it is a totally different thing if someone else tells you that in a confronting and direct way. Even worse: he had to be very translucent if a total stranger on a Friday night just penetrated his protection shield and found his soft and searching side in record time!

It dawned on him that he had pushed something in his trouser pocket when he left. So he took last week’s jeans out of the laundry basket and started to search the pockets. He found a crumbled piece of paper. When he had straightened it he saw there was a phone number on it.

“Shall I give him a call?” he asked himself out loud.

What could have been against it? If it turned out all right he might find what he was looking for: someone who accepted and loved him as he was. Worst case was that it was just another guy who wanted a fresh boy’s cunt or wanted to give reign to some sadistic fetish, all of this under the cover of “love”. Which would give him exactly what he had been looking for as well: another short term kick!

He took the horn in his hand, in real doubt if he would make the call: do it or don’t?

“What the fuck!” he thought and dialed the number.

“Frank” a voice on the other end said.

“Hi, Kerry here. You know: last Friday night’s slut!”

The night of the agreed date Kerry rang the door bell. It had been a very hot day and the evening hadn’t brought any relief of the high temperatures.

Frank opened, dressed only in a very skimpy swimming short.

“Come on in!” he exclaimed with a broad smile.

They had a drink for starters and chatted some small talk. It gave Kerry the opportunity to study the other guy. He had been impressed already the week before, but a closer examination confirmed his good impression. He really liked the broad muscled shoulders and breast and especially the gorgeous six pack that Frank showed. Not to mention the attractive bump in the small swimming short.

With a soft pat on the couch Frank invited Kerry to join him there. When they sat besides one another the two heads tilted in each other’s direction and just when Frank wanted to kiss the other boy, Kerry said:

“Stop! There is something I want to know first!”

“What?” Frank asked with a surprised look in his eyes.

“How did you manage to get through to me that fast? I mean: every gay in town knows me as a slut, to be used by everyone for everything! But you mentioned that you fell in love with me. I don’t get it! Do you know what you are starting?”

Frank just nodded:

“Yeah, I know that! I fell in love with a sweet and very vulnerable boy, who made the choice to let harm done to him almost continuously”

“But how can you know that I am sweet and vulnerable. I could as well be a mean bitch!”.

Frank just shook his head and said softly:

“Because of your eyes, sweety!”

Kerry looked at him questioningly, not understanding what Frank meant.

“Your eyes…the eyes are the mirror of your soul. They made me see that there was a lot more to discover than just a boy who jumps into bed with each and every gay guy”

“But why didn’t the others see it then?” Kerry asked, still unconvinced.

“Maybe because they didn’t want to see it. Or because they are so totally controlled by their dickheads that their normal observational capabilities are disconnected”

Kerry just nodded, but somehow he was unable to fully comprehend what Frank said.

“My love”, Frank said, “I freely admit that I want your body but most of all I want your heart.”

Having said that he tenderly and passionately kissed Kerry. He rose, took Kerry by the hand and led him to the bed room.

Entering the bed room made Kerry on his guard. He looked around inquisitively but his eyes found nothing that caused suspicion. There were just two large cabinets and a double bed.

“What are you looking for?” Frank asked with a smile.

“Well…I was looking around for indications if I have to expect SM”

Frank broke into roaring laughter:

“Well, if you are looking for that you came to the wrong address. SM in the bed room? I always thought these types had their own private playing dungeons in the cellar”

“No way, you can’t imagine what I have seen around this town. In the bedrooms! Crosses with heavy chains, torture tables, even some installation to hang the slave by his ankles on his head from the ceiling. Too much to mention, actually”

“Jezus,” Frank muttered upset, “Anyway, you don’t have to fear that when you’re with me”

He took Kerry in his arms and the kissing started all over again. Frank then started to undress Kerry very slowly until the boy stood naked in front of him. The sight was overwhelmingly beautiful and took his breath away.

Gently he pushed Kerry on his back on the bed. Then he dropped the swimming short to the ground. A medium sized totally shaven member stampeded into a much wanted freedom. Kerry was unable to suppress his reaction and sensually his tongue licked his lips.

“You want it, honey?” Frank moaned.

Kerry could only nod emphatically and craving for it.

Lying on bed like that naked besides one another ignited the actual game. Kerry felt overwhelmed. After all those tens of past stallions he finally experienced what tenderness, affection and respect was. From experience he waited for the moment, that his legs would be stuck up in the air and that the other’s indomitable urges would result in a lance being stuck in his tight ass and would take him the hard and rough way. But that moment didn’t come. It stayed away for so long, that Kerry started to have suspicions that he was doing something the wrong way for the first time in his “career”.

Frank gave no reasons for that thought. With closed eyes he thoroughly enjoyed himself by licking Kerry’s aroused dickhead, licking each small drop of precum cautiously, savouring it, swallowing it and then starting on the next drop. His finger tips tenderly stroke the insides of Kerry’s thighs, so every now and then making a small excursion to the soft skin of his belly.

After having spent a while like that Frank’s dark grey eyes looked directly into Kerry’s deep brown ones.

“Turn around, honey” he whispered barely audible.

Out of habit Kerry obliged. As soon as he lay on his stomach he felt the soft finger tips stroking the naked soft skin of his buttocks. The next experience was totally new for him. He felt lips on his buttocks, which passionately kissed every square inch of their surface. The next development came: it surprised Kerry, but it also brought him in a rage of pink clouds. He totally surrendered when the tip of a tongue licked him softly over the ass. It was followed by a couple of fingers which cautiously separated the buttocks, enabling the tongue to push in deeper where it started to lick his little hole in a slightly tickling way.

“OOohhhhhhhh….” was the only thing Kerry could utter. It became totally clear to him what he had been looking for all these years: it was exactly this! Sex fed by love, not by lowly lust!

New experiences almost tumbled over one another. Although his hole had been rammed open quiet often by over-aroused dicks, something happened now that he couldn’t remember happening before: stimulated by the soft, warm tongue it seemed as if his hole opened up by itself like a flower in the morning sun. The tongue took the challenge greedily and fumbled into the now slightly wider opening in an attempt to also lick and stimulate his inner reaches. Kerry just flipped out of his mind from joy.

Frank put his head on Kerry’s shoulder, his lips against the ear and whispered in an almost begging way:

“May I go inside you, honey?”

Kerry was not capable of answering. After having overcoming the surprise that someone asked him permission to do that he just nodded.

Frank laid himself on top of him. His lips caressed the shoulder and neck of the other boy and Kerry felt the body warmth radiating between their skins. Frank cautiously pushed his eager sword between the buttocks and stroke the little rose bud in between with its tip. Gently and with immense respect he then entered Kerry’s opened temple of joy.

With care he started thrusting in the narrow space. He felt how Kerry squirmed and wriggled and it encouraged him to go deeper. Until the moment came that he was no longer able to contain his bottled-up desires and squirted the hard, warm blots of semen into the boy. With affection he sucked the naked skin of Kerry’s shoulder, while his limping member trembled in the little sanctuary.

Kerry wasn’t exactly what could be called a new boy on the block in the experience of sperm in his intestines. But what happened now was something completely different from all his previous encounters with exploding dicks. It seemed to him that the fluid entering and spreading in him radiated genuine warmth, real affection and a lot of respect. He felt it with tears in his eyes.

Frank rolled from him, landing on his back. With a worried face he looked at Kerry and asked:

“Why are you crying?”

Sobbing Kerry shrugged and said:

“Don’t know exactly. I guess these are tears of happiness”.

He snugged up against Frank’s body and put his head on his breast. Then he looked into his eyes with an almost desperately begging look and asked:

“Can I stay with you?”

Frank smiled and in a soft, quiet voice he replied:

“If you ever want to go, I won’t stop you. But as far as I am concerned: I will never let you go in my whole life!”

“But…” Kerry resisted mildly, “I’ve got a past and an evil reputation. You want to start a relationship with the slut of the town?”

Frank stroked through is black hair and just said:

“From now on the first one who considers you to be a slut will have a huge problem. I’ll hit the teeth out of his mouth”

Kerry was surprised by the reaction. It was the last thing he would have expected from this gentle boy. Partly meant as joke, partly from not understanding, he giggled:

“Sounds like a solution not covered by theology”

Frank laughed.

“Nope, but apart from studying I also do sports, you know?”

Kerry looked at him questioningly.

“Boxing”, Frank said with a broad smile.

Kerry broke into laughter. Again he laid his head on Frank’s chest and tremendously enjoyed the strokes over his spine and shoulders. He felt perfectly happy and the sound and feeling of Frank’s heart made him totally relaxed and easy.

The frightened, insecure boy that had transformed into s slut in his desperate quest for some attention, love and a short term place in the big world had vanished and started to transform into a man with clear purpose in life. At least the change had begun this evening. It would take a while to complete the metamorphosis, but the two of them together would master that challenge.

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From the age of sixteen, I knew I had more interest in guys sexually instead of girls, but I didn’t know how to act on it.  It was all new to me.  My mother had been killed in an accident when I was young and my dad worked hard to provide for the two of us. As I grew older, the feelings became stronger and stronger.

Then, as a senior in high school, I discovered more that I had expected.  At the age of seventeen, my father needed a bone marrow transplant and when I volunteered to donate, I was suddenly turned down.

The doctors had said that since I was his son, I should be an excellent match.  However when testing was done, I was told that after examining both his and my DNA, there was no way I could be his son.  

I didn’t understand, since he was the only father I ever knew.  He and mom had married young and I was born only five months after they married.  I was never told anything to dispute that until now.  I graduated from high school and a week later I turned eighteen.  My dad  was critical and wasn’t expected to live long.

Three weeks later he passed and when his will was read, I was the sole beneficiary and was given a sealed letter that appeared to be quite old.

Alone in what was now my house, I sat and opened the envelope.  It was from my mother and as I began reading I learned more that I really wanted to know.

It turned out that, at fifteen, my mother became pregnant by a fellow student just before his family moved out of state.  My “dad” agreed to marry her and be a father to her unborn child. According to the letter, no one knew anything different.  I always knew she was young when I was born but never really thought anything about it.  The only thing I hated, was that mom never once mentioned my real father’s name.  The only thing I knew was that he was not quite fifteen when my mother got pregnant.

My dad’s younger brother was in his mid twenties and agreed to help me handle the estate.  He was single and moved in with me  to give me ‘companionship’ as he put it.

He often went around the house wearing only a pair of briefs and I loved looking at his body.  I started doing the same and he would make comments about what a nice build I had and how good looking I was.

Then, one afternoon, with both of us in briefs, he came up behind  me and said that he ‘loved’ me. and as he did, he wrapped his arms around me and I suddenly felt his cock pressing against my body and it was steadily getting harder.  Immediately, my own cock began to stiffen and I turned to face him and as I did, our hard cocks pressed together and he looked into my eyes and leaned forward and kissed me, slipping his tongue into my mouth as I had done to some of the girls I had dated.

Immediately, shock waves of pleasure flooded my body and I eagerly kissed him back.  The next thing I reme3mber in detail was the two of us in my bed, both naked, fondling each others cocks as we kissed.  Then, he suddenly slid lower in bed and I felt his hot wet mouth encase my hard cock and I loved it.  It was much better than jerking off, and when I climaxed, I watched as he took it all and swallowed.

After another kiss, without any hesitation, I did the same to him and found that I totally enjoyed the experience.  From that day on, we lived nude and shared the same bed and had sex several times a day when possible.  He introduced me to the pleasures of anal sex, both in giving and receiving.

Within six months, I was totally into men, both orally and anally.  I lived in a small town and finding sex with another male was not easy to do without the entire town finding out.  I sold the house and the hardware store dad had left me and moved to a larger city across the state.

I enrolled in college and found a small house to rent and settled in.  I soon learned the best places to find males into the same thing that enjoyed, and when I wasn’t in school or working, I looked for sex.

Then, one afternoon, I was discussing the lessons with my economics instructor and asked if he knew who I could find to tutor me to bring up my grades.

“Mark, if you promise not to tell anyone, I’ll tutor you.  Faculty members are prohibited from tutoring their own students, but I like you.”

Mr. Sims was only thirty-two, and extremely nice looking with a nice build.  I liked him in more ways than one, secretly wanting to get him in bed.  He was single and liked by everyone, both other staff and the students.

I began going to his house three times a week and always after dark, to hopefully keep his tutoring secret.  On a Wednesday, two months after the tutoring started, we had become extremely comfortable being around each other and I decided to push the limits of our relationship.

As we sat side by side at his dining table going over some work, he was on my right and as we discussed the lesson, I casually placed my right hand on his left thigh.

He squirmed slightly and stammered while talking, but didn’t mention anything about where my hand was.   However, as I slowly slid my hand higher, I suddenly felt his rock hard cock against my hand.

As I placed my hand around it as much as possible and squeezed, he said, “Mark, I think it best that you stop.  You shouldn’t be doing this.”

When  alone, I was now calling him Tom, and asked, “Tom, it seems to me that you are enjoying it.”

“Mark,” he began, “you have no idea how much I am enjoying it and wanting to do the same to you, but it’s not right.  I’m your instructor.”

“So? Aren’t you allowed to have a private life?”

“Yes, but not with a student,” he replied.

“Can’t you forget this student-instructor shit for a while?” then blurted out, “I want to have sex with you, even if you don’t reciprocate.”

“Mark, I would love it, but if anyone finds out, I would be ruined and my career as a teacher would be over.”

“Tom, no one will find out, because neither of us will say anything.  Follow your inner yearnings.”

He looked at me for a moment as I continued to rub his hard cock through his slacks, then suddenly reached over and began rubbing mine as we leaned toward each other, soon kissing passionately.

After a short yet passionate kiss, he stood up and after taking my hand led me to his bed room.  Standing next to his bed, we began undressing each other as we again kissed, sucking each others tongues.

Moments later we lay totally naked on his bed caressing each others body with our hands and tongue.  As I slid lower and began sucking his beautiful, long cock, he stopped me and flipped into a sixty-nine and we hungrily began devouring each others cock, working to receive the thick creamy reward.

Minutes later, we climaxed simultaneously, swallowing each others load without any hesitation, followed by a long hot kiss.

As we lay cuddled together, my head on his shoulder and his arm around me, he said, “Mark, you have no idea how long I have wanted to do that with you, even if you hadn’t reciprocated.”

“Tom, the feeling is mutual and tonight I had to risk it, hoping you wouldn’t throw me out.”

Holding me tighter, he said, “Would you like this to be part of each tutor lesson?”

“Definitely!  This and more,” I replied.

“More?” he asked.

“Oh, yes.  I want you to fuck me  and feed me your piss as well as your cum.”

“Damn, it’s been so long since I found anyone into water sports.  I love it, both giving and receiving.”

“So do I,” I said, “so it’s obvious that we are meant to have sex together.”

That Friday, he went to a small motel on the edge of town and after getting a room, called me and asked me to join him.  I did and besides sucking each other and eating each others loads that weekend, we also drank from each others cock, ate and fucked each others ass.

Sex on Monday and Wednesday during tutoring and weekends together at the motel became the norm, and after about three months, I began to question him about how and when he started with men.

He said he was in his teens and after fucking his first pussy, he moved and was later seduced by a neighbor when he was seventeen.  

I asked how he liked fucking a pussy and he said that he and the girl were both virgins but it was enjoyable.

“That was over in Titusville.  Sue and I had fooled around with me fingering her pussy and her jerking my cock.  It was fun, but fucking her was awesome.  A month later my dad was transferred with his job and I never saw her again.”

My heart raced when he said he was from Titusville, and the girl he fucked was named Sue.  I was from Titusville and my mom’s name was Sue.

Trying to remain calm, I said, “I lived in Titusville for a while. What was Sue’s last name?”

“Miller,” he replied.  “You know any Miller’s?”

“A few,” I replied.

I began to wonder if it was possible that he was actually my real dad.  I had to find out.  

On our next weekend at the motel, after he had fucked me, I went to the bathroom and collected some of his semen in a small container.  Then upon returning to campus, a close bud was studying forensics, and I gave him the container of Tom sperm marked ‘A’  and a sample of mine marked ‘B’, asking him to get his professor to check them and see if there was any form of a match.

He was a graduate student that I was having sex with and I filled him in on my suspicions and the story Tom had told me, saying it was from a frequent partner, and that the sperm sample was from him.

A week later, as I was  sucking him off in his apartment, he said, “Hey, Mark, you know those samples you brought me?”

Almost choking on his hot cock, I paused and said, ”Yea. Have you found out anything?”

“I got my professor to help me out to speed it up for you, and guess what.  I’m ninety-five percent sure you are having sex with your real father.”

“No shit?  Are you sure?”

“My professor said that from what he could tell the two samples were most definitely related, probably father and son or siblings.”

As I shook my head in disbelief, he asked, “how does it feel, knowing that the man you have been having sex with is probably your dad?”

“Strange, yet exciting,” I replied.

“Are you going to tell him?” he asked.

“Eventually,” I replied.

Tom and I continued our clandestine meetings throughout the remainder of the year, and with his tutoring I passed the course legally, with him grading me just as he did his other students. 

Our sexual encounters became more intense, and included more water sports, and sucking our own cum out of the others ass after we had fucked them then kiss and share it.

We both took the summer off and he asked if I would like to take about six weeks touring the western states in his motor home, and I immediately agreed.  We were in Nevada, and he had found a gay nudist resort and asked if I was game.  I said definitely.

We pulled in and after registering and getting our cottage key, we parked and went in.  After settling  in, we stripped and as we walked around the compound, nude and seeing other men kiss and fondle, he said, “I’m glad you came with me, Mark.”

I decided to tell him everything and said, “So am I, dad.”

“What did you call me?”

“Dad,” I replied.

“Hey, man, I’m not that old,” he said.

Reaching a bench next to the lake, I said, “Sit down.  I have something to tell you.” 

With a very puzzled look on his face, I began by saying, “You said the girl you fucked lived in Titusville, right?”

“Yes.”

“And her name was Sue Miller?”

“Yes.  What are you getting at?” he demanded.

“Just be patient.  From what you said, you fucked a Sue Miller, then a month later your family left town.  Well, my mother was fucked when she was fourteen and the boy left town with his family and her name was Sue Miller.”

“Wait just a fucking minute.  I never had a son.  I only fucked one other girl after that before I went strictly to cock.”

“Tom, a while back after you fucked me I went to the bathroom and pushed some of your cum out into a small container.  Later I jerked off and collected my own sperm and took them to a friend and had them tested.  The results show that there is a ninety-five percent match that we are father and son.”

“Mother fuck!  What are the fucking odds of that happening thenm us meeting up and having sex?”

“I don’t know the odds, but I think it’s awesome that I have been enjoying my dad’s cock in my mouth and up my ass.”

“Mark, you’re sure about all this?” he asked.

“Positive, and may I now call you dad?”

Looking t me he smiled and said, “I can’t believe that I have a son, and a hot one at that.” 

Pulling me toward him, he kissed me passionately, saying how much he loved me and that I was the best sex he had ever encountered.

Back in our cabin, he continually called me son and I called him dad.  At one point, I said, “Dad, would you fuck my ass, please?”  he smiled and said “Gladly, son.”

While there, we met twin brothers that were lovers and in their mid twenties.  

We invited them to join us for dinner in our cabin and later we had a four-way sex party.  
They thought it was awesome to see a father and son enjoying sex together.  They said that they would love to suck their dad and have him fuck them.  They said he knows that they are lovers and has even watch them having sex but has refused their offers to have him join in.

As we later drove back home, Dad asked, “Son, how would you like to meet some of my close friends and have an orgy?”

“Fuck, yea, dad.  I’d love to have you watch me get gang fucked.”

“How about you and I laying together kissing and making out as we both get gang fucked?” he asked.

“Even better,” I replied.

We returned home and had our orgy and I moved in with him and openly became his son, but of course we kept our preference for sex with men a secret.

We are both free to have sex with other males, but we consider ourselves lovers, and neither of us could be happier.  Having your own dads cock in your mouth or ass is hotter than I ever dreamed.

I am so so sorry for the delay; I got really caught up with the holidays and I got sick during the past week I hope you will forgive me Kumenasai everyone! Here is part 4 of the weird series. I will try my best to keep myself in the schedule.

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Fairy-tale Bliss

Richard is sitting in a corner rock; he is sharpening a wood, shaping it into a long stake. He walked far away from the cries of the soldier… What the hell is Lucas planning he thought. He made an oath that he will remain a slave and he can’t break his oaths. He walked up past the trees and at the end of the tracks is a river. He scans the surface and the reflection of the moon shine brightly, with a quick throw of the wooden stake he skewered a fish, he made another wooden stake and again he captured another fish. He collected the fishes and made his way back to his wicked master.

Richard glanced over to the naked soldier chained to the tree. His ass was plugged with a wooden block and his cock is throbbing and leaking so much precum, his cries are muffled by a cloth. Richard knelt down and cooked the fish with the bonfire.

Richard: How long will you torture him like that?

Lucas: As long as it takes do you want to trade places with him?

Richard with a scared look shouted

NO!

Lucas: Then let’s eat I am starving.

Simon’s eyes widened with surprise; a Tybalt soldier was standing a few inches away from Leo and him. With Leo on top of him and still moving his hips, Simon tried to stand up but Leo pushed him down on the bed.  Leo pointed at the soldier.

Leo: Stay there! And watch us!

Simon: Hell no!!

Leo with a strong push shoves his entire cock inside Simon. Simon screamed with pain… He couldn’t break free of Leo’s body on top of him. He squirmed while Leo inches his cock inside him.

Simon: Aaahhh! Aaaahh! Stop please!

Leo: Too late sorry!

Simon is so embarrassed he was being watched while a prince fucks him.

Leo then leans in and sucks Simon’s nipples adding another source of pleasure.

Simon gasped and his cock started to harden again. Leo found Simon’s hardening cock and started rubbing it slowly. Simon couldn’t think anymore his body was on fire, so much was happening and Leo is still abusing his manhood.  Leo’s cock was plunging deep inside Simon only to be pulled back and then rammed back again, the sound of their bodies colliding was clearly heard and the soldier was still in shock… two of royal blood and equally great warriors are fucking in front of him.

The opening of Simon’s orifice tightens as Leo continues to penetrate him over and over again. Simon was so mortified by the presence of the soldier. His eyes were closed and his cheeks are red with shyness. Leo was grinning the whole time and he was really enjoying fucking a young prince with an audience.

Leo: Your cock is really enjoying this!

Simon looks down and his cock is twitching and releasing slimy precum all over his abs and pubic hair. Simon began to form a tear in his eyes; Leo was beginning to be harsh on his fucking apparently turned on upon seeing Simon’s hardon. Leo looking at Simon got turned on and he lifted the leg of the prince and placed it on his shoulder exposing Simon to the soldier. Simon was shocked his eyes became worried but he quickly felt Leo’s tool deep inside him probing much further as his position made him vulnerable and more open to penetration.

Ahhh! Aaahhh!

Simon covered his face but Leo slaps his hands away.

Leo: Wow! You are so cute! You should show your face so he knows who I am fucking!

Simon looked away while his eyes were wet with tears. Leo then kept his rhythm, it was a magnificent sight. Leo’s sweaty body pushing inwards onto Simon’s…Leo’s hard tone abs contracting and relaxing as his butt moves in and out motion. Simon touch Leo’s chest it was so firm like a rock as expected from the commander of the Tybalts. Simon felt his cock reaching its limit. The continuous humping of Leo is making his body burn like fire, his back arcs toward the prince and he closed his eyes and gasped. His cock suddenly released string of thick cum…

Leo watching the reaction of Simon clearly, He cups Simon’s cock as it orgasms catching all the cum in his hands. Simon covered his mouth with his hands trying to silence his moans of pleasure. Leo then turns Simon around making Simon’s body lay down and posturing for a doggy style. Simon was now facing the solider that was still stationary at his place.  Simon could see the reaction of the petrified soldier, he was horrified of what Prince Leo was doing. Simon again felt Leo’s hard cock piercing through his ass and again Leo began plowing the young prince’s ass, with a huge grin on his face Leo was enjoying the humiliation Simon was getting. Making his soldier to watch as he rapes the Marth boy’s ass.

Richard lay down on his makeshift bed made out of hay and then covered in cloth; he wasn’t used to sleeping in that condition but dismissed his thoughts. He was thinking how cruel Lucas was, making the soldier so horny and then jamming a wooden phallus inside the orifice… a hand then suddenly reach out at his groin and suddenly he pulled his sword and pointed the edge of the sword to the throat of his assailant… it was Lucas.

Richard lowered his sword and Lucas still grabbing the prince’s crotch continued to feel up the cock.

Richard: What are you going to do with me?

Lucas: Since you are my slave now I want you to fuck me!

Richard: What!!!! Why?!

Lucas blushed his eyes darted away from the prince’s gaze…

Lucas: It’s kinda hot when a prince fucks. I mean with this meat right here I know I will enjoy it.

Richard blushed. He started to undress… now comfortable with Lucas being able to see his full glory naked body. Upon Richard exposing his soft cock, Lucas eagerly took the cock and licks the foreskin covering the entire glans. Richard looks away he was after all a slave now, he swore under his family name.

Lucas kept teasing Richard’s now semi hard tool, Richard heavily breathes as he concentrates on what Lucas wants from him. He never really knew how to fuck someone, especially a guy.  Right now Lucas was hitting him in all the right spots and in no time he sprang a full erect cock with his cock head fully exposed and his cock slit moistening.

Lucas kept rubbing the pink head circling it with his fingers while licking Richard’s frenulum. Richard was now squirming with pleasure much like what he experienced the first time his cock was milked.

Lucas moved on top of Richard while he undresses himself, Lucas has a slender pale body, he also has markings on his body starting from his groin going up to his stomach and circling to his sides it was written with an unfamiliar language.

Richard: What are those?

Lucas feeling ashamed of his markings.

Lucas: This is a mark of having a bad blood…

Lucas partially stood up to take off his pants, while Richard traces the markings all over Lucas’s body which sends Lucas waves of pleasure.  Lucas moaned and then Richard pushes Lucas and pinned him on the ground.

Lucas: What the!

Richard: You ordered me to fuck you right? Then I will!

Richard grabbed his shaft and pointed it into Lucas’ ass. Richard with a hard push penetrated the hole with such force Lucas gasped and his face was in shocked…

Richard kept his eyes on Lucas while he fucks his master hard. Richard was surprised, this was different than Lucas’s mouth it was very narrow which makes his cock feel more pressure.

Lucas: Aaaah! Aaahh! I thought I was the monster

Richard chuckled You know princes don’t have much ahem sex so we get off by ourselves but since you presented yourself and I already submit to you then I will make the most of it.

Lucas was surprise on how Richard was taking things out of the worst situation that he is in. Lucas was being pounded like two hungry animals just tearing each other. Lucas reaches out to tease Richard’s nipples while Richard was pushing all his monster cock into the tight hole.

Fuck! This feels great!

Lucas look over at his cock and he was already leaking so much precum, Richard notice where Lucas was looking at and with his right hand he reached for his master’s cock and started to stroke it making his fucking and stroking into a nice rhythmic movements.

Lucas foreskin was rubbing against his frenulum while his precum makes it easier and slicker.

Lucas was moaning so hard now louder than the soldier he bounded just by the tree. 

Leo began to pound Simon in a doggy style position, with Simon’s body facing down and his butt raised enough to be fucked. Simon couldn’t handle the humiliation as he buried his face around the blankets. Leo slaps Simon’s ass while drilling his meat down the tight hole.

I love tight holes! Hahaha!

With the semen that got out of Simon’s cock slit, Leo used it to lubricate his cock. Simon couldn’t believe that Leo was perverted as hell. Leo began to moan harshly and his cock was throbbing extremely hard which Simon felt. He grab Simon’s ass firmly and let loose a loud moan which sounded  like a lion’s roar, his cock bursted with hot fluid which instantly filled Simon, Leo pulled out his cock midway of his orgasm and squeeze the rest of his spunk at Simon’s back, Simon’s hole quickly releases out Leo’s load like a stream which spilled onto Leo’s abs.

The faith of the two brothers was nearly intertwined as one got fucked and the other was the latter.

Leo feeling weak with his orgasm fell down on top of Simon. Simon was still too ashamed so he fell down trying to calm himself down at the bed of his captor.  

Leo: Why did you enter my bed chambers! What is so urgent that you have to defy me?!

Simon was so surprised of Leo’s booming voice almost like a mad man.

Soldier: Sire my apologies, but we have spotted the weapon! The half breed!

Leo stood up and threw a dagger which sent straight to the soldier’s throat.

Leo: And now you told a military secret in the presence of a Marth!!!!

Simon in a confused face stood and faced Leo…

Simon: What!?

Leo: I guess there is no point in hiding it… There is a reason why the two Kings wanted the marsh. It is not some crappy great military territorial advantage bullshit.  Your King doesn’t believe it but he wanted to play it safe I guess that’s why he didn’t bother to tell it to you or your brother.

Richard kept on pounding Lucas while Lucas’ right leg was now resting onto Richard’s shoulders. Richard face was now all sweaty as the air was now hotter with the two of their bodies was now one.

I am sorry I beginning to sweat.

Lucas: It’s okay just keep on fucking me! I knew it that’s why I chose you!

Richard was wierded out by Lucas’s response but his dick feels great and he was not a virgin anymore! He fucks Lucas some more but his virgin cock was of course failing him on the endurance level…

I am about to cum!

Lucas smiled he immediately releases Richards cock from his ass and then opened his mouth to receive Richard’s load. Richard moaned and squirted all his spunk inside his master’s mouth after a minute Lucas then stood up and his hands pushed Richard’s face towards his cock which was covered with precum. Richard was retched at the idea but he knew what his master wants him to do he opened his mouth too and began his journey of pleasuring Lucas’s cock. Carefully cleaning the precum and washing it with his saliva. Lucas moaned so much at how Richard moves his tongue touching the corners of his cock.

Leo: The myth of the marsh, you heard of it?

Simon: That’s rubbish! That’s not true!

Leo: Tsk! You Marth’s brothers and your King lack creativity and imagination which will someday lead to your destruction…

Simon: Fuck you! don’t talk about how…

Leo: Shut up! So by the end of the Great War and most of the Kingdoms was left in ruins. Many tried battling it out for the control the dark practitioners found their sanctuary at the marshes and there they enslave a thing which kept a lot of the olden kings scared which on turn kept them away from this forsaken lands. That thing was now rumoured to be free since a lot of the dark mages was probably dead by now.

Simon: So you are going to use that thing to defeat us? How do you know if that is the thing you are talking about?

Leo: Way ahead of you boy! Also it’s not a thing it’s a “He”

Lucas began to squirm, he grasped Richard at the back of his head and Richard knew that his master is close. With a final licks and suck onto Lucas’s dick, Lucas began to spill his load into Richard’s mouth. Richard was really disgusted by the ordeal but he already tasted his cum and was puzzled by Lucas’s load it was hotter than normal. Lucas then tapped Richard’s head and made him stand up. Lucas swoops in and went in for a kiss which caught Richard by surprised, He hasn’t even eaten the spunk yet… Richard felt something familiar entering his mouth it wasn’t saliva it was his CUM! Apparently Lucas didn’t swallow his cum yet too. They were now exchanging and mixing their cums, and Richard could have sworn at that moment that Lucas’s eyes glowed red…and then Lucas force fed all of the cum to Richard.

End of Part 4

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