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  • Sebastian

    SIMON AND SEBASTIAN MEET CHRIS

    An Imaginary Homoerotic Story

    by 

    Jason Land

    This is the sixth of a series of short stories each of which can be read as a stand-alone piece. However as they tied together by some of the characters, who, in one way and another, figure in several of these tales, I recommend my readers to read them in the order in which they were written which is as follows:-

    Sebastian’s Schooldays

    Sebastian Embraces His Sexuality

    Sebastian – The Male Escort

    Sebastian Meets Simon

    Simon and Sebastian

    Simon and Sebastian Meet Chris

    Simon and Sebastian in San Francisco


    CHAPTER 1

    Simon and I had just arrived back from a relaxing Caribbean vacation in the sun over the Christmas period. We were both beautifully bronzed and relaxed and ready to start the new year. Our male escort business was thriving and we had each other for recreational sex, in which we indulged daily and with the same pleasure as in that first meeting in Yan Cheung’s hotel suite n Taipei. As I have often said, fucking is a toy which never fails to please and Simon and I were the living proof of this maxim.

    Well, as you might imagine, our story is not yet over and events again took a totally unexpected turn. In the new year, we kept up our sessions at Big Mac’s gym, where we had made a number of good friends, both gay and straight and with whom we often had recreational sex in the showers after training. Antonio kept a clean house and provided free condoms and lube in the showers, as he felt it his job to protect his clients from the HIV virus. It is never possible to be 100% certain that your place is HIV free, for it is impossible to control all your clients all the time and who knows what one chance encounter with an outsider might bring.

    I should perhaps tell you that Simon and I always fucked each other bare back as it were but that we religiously used condoms in relations with all our clients. I had to look around the suppliers for rubbers long enough to enclose our new supersized tools; but I eventually found a brand which were fifteen inches long! One asks oneself who are these guys who sport such mega-dicks, but evidently they do exist. The other thing we noticed was that many of the straight guys at the gym, quite liked to take our cocks up their arses, for like the MuscleCock competitors, they enjoyed a dose of anal stimulation in addition to regular male-female sex. When we went out in the evenings, we always both carried packets of the recently introduced Fukit condoms, two rubbers per pack with sachets of lubricant and very convenient for that chance sexual encounter, that spice of life, which we all have from time to time.

    At the end of the day, both Simon and I were just human beings, with the same sexual urge as other men and both of us occasionally found ourselves in a situation where we simply could not restrain ourselves. And so we both had the occasional one-off fuck with some guy whom we had found just too tempting to turn down.  But such little one-off sexual peccadilloes in no way impinged on the relationship Simon and I shared, which was as solid as a rock; jealousy was a feeling which did not exist between us. And so our life went happily on until early in February. We had both been serving one of our regular clients together when something totally unexpected happened.

    We were just about to leave Mr. Newman, a private merchant banker, who had been one of my first clients several years ago, when he asked us to sit down as he had a request to make. Until now, neither of us knew anything about the private life of Mr. Newman, other than the fact that he was a super-rich private banker, sole owner of his own bank, Newman Acceptances. He was, he told us, a widower whose wife had died of a totally unexpected stroke at the early age of 36 leaving him with a young son, Christopher, aged five. Mr Newman had never remarried and Christopher had been cared for by a live-in nanny until he was eleven years old, when his father had sent him off to an expensive boarding school for boys located in Vermont. Christopher was now 18 years old, a keen gymnast and by all accounts a well built lad and had just left school. He wanted to take a year’s break before going to college. But Mr Newman had divined that all was not well with his son, who was very timid and had few friends and showed little or no interest in girls.

    As you can imagine it is very difficult for a father to discuss his son’s sexuality with him, but Christopher was clearly so unhappy that he eventually admitted to his father that he knew he was gay. Now Mr Newman, even though he used our services was not himself gay; like many men he just liked some regular anal stimulation. However he was a very broadminded man and sensibly realised that he could not change his son’s orientation and decided to do his best to see how he could help his son organise his life for the best.
    Christopher’s root problem was that he was unbelievably shy. Even as an excellent gymnast at school in contact with other boys of his age, he could never enter into the sexual tomfoolery into which so many lads in their late teens become involved. Finally Mr Newman got it out of his son that he had no sexual experience himself whatsoever; as a well set up young man of 18 he was still a virgin and a very timorous one at that.

    “So”, said Mr. Newman, “Here’s the deal! I have great regard for you two young men and I would like you to take my son in hand and teach him the ropes, the rudiments of practical male-male sex so to speak. I have a large condo in Palm Beach down in Florida and I would like the two of you to take Christopher down there and teach him what is what;  if necessary, give him a baptism of fire in matters sexual, so that he gains confidence in himself and is able to relate to other guys;  given his orientation that is where  his future sex life lies. I wish it were different, but it is what it is and my view is that one has to make the best of it – and looking at the two of you I can see that the best of it can be very good indeed.”

    “I will have the three of you flown there and back in my private jet and you will have a live-in servant at my condo; he also just happens to be gay and will take care of the housekeeping and cooking leaving you free to school Christopher in the gentle art of gay sex. I think you should go for five full days for which I will pay you $15,000.-;  What do you say?”

    Well, what an extraordinary and unexpected offer; and generous to boot. Naturally we accepted; how could we have refused one of our best clients? We asked Mr Newman what he was going to tell Christopher. He replied that he would tell his son that he was sending him off for a week’s holiday in the sun, with two experience guys who would try to help him out of his sexual hang-ups and leave it at that. He was sure that Christopher would be apprehensive but would comply with his father’s wishes. So it was agreed we would all fly down to Florida the first week in February, which we did, having told our regular clients that we were taking a short winter break.

    CHAPTER 2

    Mr Newman sent his chauffeur to fetch us ; we had to reveal where we lived, which was something we had never done before to anyone;  and our first meeting with Christopher Newman, or Chris as everyone called him, was in the car on the way to the Laguardia airportt.  Chris was a really good looking fair-haired guy, with a build much like our own. Like many guys of his age he was scruffily dressed and it was really impossible to make out what he looked like under the baggy outfit he wore. We all said hello, and I told him that he should call us Simon and Seb. Clearly very nervous, Chris asked us what our programme for the week was but we told him that we would go into that next morning after a good night’s sleep. A chauffeur driven car met us on arrival at the airport and whisked us off to the condo, which was enormous and unbelievably luxurious. We were greeted by Bruno, the housekeeper and general factotum, who according to Mr Newman was gay and who had a meal already prepared for us. As it was late we all retired to bed after eating, Simon and I to a large double room and Chris elsewhere.

    Simon and had discussed what we might do with Chris and we decided that the ideal thing would be to let Chris experience a week of naked life style “à la MuscleCock” and to push him straightaway in at the deep end, so to speak. Shortly put, Chris, like it or not, was going to lose his anal virginity first thing next day. Simon and I got up early and installed ourselves, completely naked, at the breakfast table before Chris was up. When he arrived a little later, he was completely dressed in T shirt and shorts and was wearing slip on sandals with no socks; the ideal kit for us to strip off easily and get down to business; and judging by the bulge in his shorts he was not lacking anything down below.

    He did a double take when he saw us in the buff and said, “Gee guys, I didn’t realise that you breakfasted naked!”

    So we explained to Chris that we always lived a completely naked life style at home in New York and saw no reason to change our ways down here. Chris was clearly embarrassed but sat down and ate breakfast, after which I stood up so that he could see my full figure for the first time. He gazed in awe and gulped at my cock and his eyes nearly popped out of his head when Simon stood up and he saw the full extent of his equipment as well.

    “Guys”, he started, “I am not sure that I want to…….”

    “Come on Chris,” I said, “We are here to help you over your difficulties. Strip off and let’s have a look at you.”

    “But,” said Chris, “I don’t know what my father intended, and….”

    “Cut the cackle, Chris and let us have a look at you; come on; get your clothes off.”

    Eventually, Chris realised that today was the day when he had to bite the bullet and so he stopped arguing and started to strip off. He was wearing a pair of conventional Y fronts, which never do the best for a guy’s package; but it was clear that young Chris was really well equipped. Why Chris was so shy about sex was difficult to fathom as he had a beautifully muscled body, lovely pecs, good biceps and a set of abs to die for; but of course he was a serious gymnast. But then, his cock; it had perfect balance, was big, was beautifully cut and was some eight inches long. I really could not understand, looking at him, how this handsome young stud was so timid that he had never had sex with anyone.  He was any girl’s dream of a young hunk, even though according to his father there was no interest in that direction.  But Chris was also a lusciously attractive and very fuckable proposition for any gay male who saw him.

    Chris started to dither and to say that he really did not think that……. At which I told him to wrap up  and cut the cackle; there  had to be a first time for everyone and today and right now was going to be the first time for him. Eventually, Chris calmed down and lay flat on his back on the table as we had asked him to.  With his legs bent and feet on the table we got the first view of Chris’s anus and a very nice tight job it was.  I don’t know about Simon, but I was already looking forward to pushing my own tool deep into Chris, for he just was a very inviting young guy to fuck; and a virgin hole does not come one’s way very regularly; as such, when it does present itself, it is an opportunity  not to be sniffed at.

    I motioned to Simon to lube him up and Chris nearly had a fit when Simon pushed the nozzle of the lube tube through his sphincter and injected the lubricant into his rectum. By now we were all rock hard, Chris included; a good sign I thought as I quickly rolled on a condom, lubed up my fuck stick and went over to the table to begin operations. Poor Chris was trembling with fear when I pulled his legs over my shoulders and pressed my cock to his fuck hole, but he braced himself and waited for what he clearly thought was the worst!

    “Relax Chris,” I told him “You are about to lose your anal virginity. You know it had to happen sometime and that sometime is right now! So why not just lie back and enjoy it. You may be amazed what a great experience it is. I’m not going to hurt you.”

    I started immediately to pressure his sphincter gently with my cock. As soon as I felt a slight relaxation in his muscle, I thrust the full length of my cock into him in one smooth stroke. Chris moaned and said it hurt, but I pressed on and started a slow and gentle fuck which I increased in amplitude and speed as time went on and when I finally shot my wad of cum, Chris was moaning with pleasure and  had an orgasm himself, covering my chest with his cum. Before Chris had time to do anything, Simon and I flipped him over on to his face so that he was bent over the table and Simon who meantime had lubed himself up, entered Chris again from the rear. I went round the table and thrust my rock hard cock into Chris’s mouth and Simon and I managed to climax together so that Chris had cum shot into him at both ends simultaneously.

    We were all somewhat exhausted after this marathon session and sat down at the table, where Bruno had meantime placed some soft drinks. It turned out that Bruno had been watching us work on Chris and as he walked away after leaving the drinks on the table, he gave us a thumbs up sign of approval. We asked Chris how he felt and to our surprise he said he felt great. He had never imagined that having is butt fucked could be so exhilarating and wondered now why he had been so shy about sex before. As we both told him, he had just had a baptism of fire by two of the best cocks in the business and that we were delighted that he felt so good about it.

    But his initiation was not yet over, for he had never himself fucked anybody.

    “Don’t you feel now” I asked him, “That you want to give your own cock some similar exercise to that which you have just experienced?”

     “Well” he said, “I have to say that now I have had my first taste to gay sex, I would not mind at all, but whom am I supposed to fuck?”

    “Chris” I said, “Don’t be so naïve; Simon and I are here to serve you. We started by taking your virginity as it is the most aggressive of the acts; but our butts are now at your disposal; that is what we are here for; to help you get over your timidity and learn how to make the most of your equipment, which, by the way, is terrific. Come on, make a start on my hole.”

    Simon showed Chris how to lube my anus, how to put a condom on his own cock and apply the necessary lubricant. I then asked him how he would like to take me, face up or face down. We settled for face up, the position in which I had started with him and this young stud, who two hours earlier had been so utterly timid and had never dipped his wick into anything more exciting than warm bath water, suddenly lost all his inhibitions and showed himself to be a first rate cocks-man. He thrust his dick in and out of my hole as if there was to be no tomorrow; he just pumped me as hard as he could. I have to say that I was very pleasantly surprised, for I myself really appreciate being given a good hard fuck and I was amazed that Chris, as an absolute beginner was being so very forceful. He had no problem in reaching a climax and I let him shoot is wad whilst still deep inside me.

    Simon then offered Chris his butt to fuck, this time face down and again Chris started to perform valiantly but by way of a surprise as everything was going so well, I decided to give Chris a shock and pushed my cock deep into his anus. So there the three of us were; Chris was shafting Simon and I was shafting Chris in what is called a tandem fuck. Chris let out a howl of surprise as I entered in, but did not resist and I grabbed his buttocks so that I could maintain my position. I told Chris that he and I would now pump in a coordinated rhythm and try both to climax at the same moment.

    Chris turned out to be a guy of totally hidden talents and we were both able to cum simultaneously, before we all collapsed laughing on the floor. So there you have it, in a morning, between breakfast and lunch, Simon and I had turned the shy retiring Chris into a self confident and vigorous young fucker. He said to us immediately afterwards that he had not realised what a pleasure it was to fuck and wondered why he had been so shy about it until now.

     “I don’t know what my father intended you to do for me but my sincerest thanks for pulling me out of the hole of despair I was in.  I wonder if he had any inkling of what you guys might do to me to pull me into the real world of gay sex;  I bet he had no idea!”

    At this, I looked at Simon and we both gave a small smile.  Chris was clearly totally unaware of what our relationship with his father was; and that was the way it was going to remain.  It is a fact that sex is something in which one quite mistakenly thinks, one’s parents do not indulge. I am sure that were Chris to find out that we were servicing his father’s arse, he would be quite horrified; it’s something one’s own parents just do not do – or so we would all like to believe. I know I would be in the same situation.

    “Fucking , my dear Chris” I said to him, “As I have said many times in the past, is a toy which never fails to please. We still have a whole week in front of us, not to forget this afternoon so who knows what will happen?” And with that we went to have a shower, followed by some lunch which Bruno had prepare for us on the terrace.

    CHAPTER 3

    Chris’s embarrassment at our total nudity had now totally vanished; it was unbelievable the change that his sudden triple loss of his cock, anal and mouth virginity had had on him. One could almost have believed that his earlier shy behaviour was an act, and that he was in fact a highly experienced young stud. Simon and I were delighted with the change in Chris’s character, which had been brought about by our shock therapy. It is just that first step which is frightening; but once over that hurdle, the whole business of anal intercourse is very agreeable indeed, as Chris had just found out. He was realising what all men ultimately have to acknowledge; that they like to fuck and for gays the target is another guy’s anus; he was just doing what came naturally and was enjoying every minute of it.  I breathed and internal sign of relief that things had gone so swimmingly well.

    Over lunch, we talked with him about the care he needed to exercise in his future activities if he was to avoid HIV.  We impressed on Chris that when he fucked a guy, he should always, but absolutely always, use a condom and if he allowed anyone to shaft him that he should insist that his partner also use a condom. We told him that now he felt emancipated, he should never ever go out anywhere without carrying a supply of condoms on him and showed him the Fukit flat-packs which were ideal for recreational sex. We also explained to him the main types of relationships which gays tended to develop outside casual sex and one night stands with an unknown guy. Simon and I were equal partners and we both fucked and sucked each other. But many others settled into a sort of married couple relationship where one guy played the male role and the other the female. It all depended how each couple felt about the relationship.

    After lunch we told Chris that we were all going to go down to an all male, naked beach to relax after our mornings exertions and take in some sun. Chris protested that he really did not want to go naked in public. In the condo was one thing, but on a public beach, even an all male beach, he really did not think he dared.

    “Cram it Chris I told him, “Get dressed and be ready to go in ten minutes and don’t forget your kit which you can put into one of the shoulder bags that Simon and I always carried with us.

    “What kit” asked Chris.

    “Don’t be so fucking thick Chris! Your condoms; you idiot; never ever go anywhere without a supply of condoms on you!”

    “But I won’t need them this afternoon on the beach.” Protested  Chris.

    “You never know.”  I said and with that we set off towards the sea shore.

    At the beach we left our clothes in a hired locker, rented a large sun umbrella and found ourselves a place where we could sit. Now this beach was a nude beach exclusively for men, but it was not exclusively a gay beach. And so, there was an assortment of guys fooling around there, some obviously gay and others obviously straight. A hand ball game was going on and Chris walked across and asked if he could join in. The players were all about Chris’s age and it was clear that all of them were very body conscious and worked out regularly. But not one was as well set up as Chris and so they welcomed him with open arms.

    We watched for a while, then as the game ended, Chris and one of the guys moved off together towards a nearby canvas windbreak behind which they disappeared. A few minutes later, Chris came across to us, picked up his satchel, giggled and returned to his pal. We gave them ten minutes then Simon walked across and looked over the windbreak where he found Chris on top of his buddy hard at it. It was incredible how in one morning Chris had changed from a timid, shy young guy into a raging stallion of a stud. He fucked like a true professional and was hammering is new-found friend into the ground.

    When time came to leave, I said to Chris, “You see now what I meant about always carrying condoms. You never know when you might need them.” 

    “Lesson learned.” said Chris and that was the end of that.

    And so the week passed. We three spent part of every day in a mutual fuck fest and Chris went back several times to the beach to fraternise with his buddy. Our stay ended and we were in the plane back to New York Chris asked us if he could start training with us on a regular basis in Big Mac’s  Gym, which we had talked about during our stay in the condo. He really admired our bodies and especially our cocks and wanted to try to build himself up. Simon had got him a triple cock ring as an end of trip present and we helped him put it on. He looked absolutely terrific wearing it and was truly delighted.

     Suddenly in the plane, Chris said, “I’ve been meaning to ask you both how my dad cottoned on to you two guys to help me?”

    “That,” I said, “is none of your business;”and that was the end of that!”

    CHAPTER 4

    So Chris started frequenting Big Mac’s Gym and soon found himself a couple of like minded friends, Tony and Trent, with whom he started working out seriously.  I guess the three of them became very close and formed a small mutual butt-fucking group, for they rapidly became inseparable.

    Simon and I watched this development from the fringes and we were delighted that the shy Chris had so quickly developed the necessary social skills and got himself into a close friendship with two other gay studs, so quickly.  Chris then told us that he and his two friends, both of whom were not short of cash, had decided to go off for the summer and spend six months on a Greek island with an experienced trainer, with a view to developing both their bodies and their cocks.  Antonio had put them in contact with a guy who was a contract cock trainer for MuscleCock aspirants and who was just then between contests and so could take on a serious training job for them for the summer.

    When he got back from his Greek experience Chris looked absolutely stunning, for he had really filled out and put some two inches on to his cock.  He told us that the trainer had been an utter task master and had kept them at it eight hours a day six days a week. And, school masterly like, he had apparently not been averse to giving his pupils a whack across the naked arse with a leather strap he carried with him if he thought they were slacking. 

    “Gee,” said Chris, “He was a bloody slave driver; but boy, did he know how to get results and we all three came back different men.” 

    But one other thing which happened on this Greek island was that the three of them met up with a young American body piercer and tattoo artist who regularly passed his summers there, selling his services to tourists; mainly young, gay studs, for that was the clientele for which the island catered.  And so the three of them had had their cocks and nipples pierced and all of them had taken to wearing gold rings in their cocks and nipples. 

    The first time we saw Chris naked after his return, we were amazed to see how he looked, with a Prince Albert ring through his cock, nipple rings and the same sort of triple cock ring that both Simon and I wore. After our initial surprise, we had to admit that Chris looked absolutely superb;   his piercings adorned what had become a truly magnificent body enhanced by a superb cock; this young stud was simply mouth-wateringly beautiful.  I could see that he would never have any difficulty in developing a sexual relationship with any guy he pleased. In a phrase: Chris had become drop-dead-attractive!

    On his return from Greece, Chris came round to our apartment fairly regularly, always alone, for he was the only person we had ever allowed to know where we lived and he still clearly liked to have sex with the two of us in spite of his close relationship with Tony and Trent.

    One evening, towards the end of the year, after a recreational fucking session with Chris, we all went out to eat. At the table Chris told us that Antonio, the manager of Big Mac’s Gym where we all worked out regularly had decided to hold a New Year’s Eve Fuck-Fest to which all his clients, whether gay or straight were invited. Big Mac’s Gym attracted a cross section of muscle builders, both gay and straight who liked to work out totally naked; and as Chris observed, many of the so-called, straight guys were not averse to taking a little anal stim in the showers and he admitted to us that he had become  a willing server! He thought that the key attraction of Big Mac’s was that there was always a good selection of naked muscle and cock around to look at, whatever a guy’s orientation. Not to mince words, Big Mac’s although a serious naked gym with excellent trainers and equipment, was, nonetheless a highly charged sexual environment, where any guy on the prowl could easily find himself a fuck.

    There was to be a charge of $75 per regular gym member, rising to $100 for guests to cover the cost of the food, drink and entertainment, not to mention the free condoms and lubes which were on offer. Antonio had decided that the entire party was to be a free-style fucking occasion, with no holds barred so that anyone could fuck anyone he fancied and if a guy was particular about whom he let loose on his anus, then he had better look out as he might suddenly find himself impaled by a large, unknown cock. A disco was laid on and attendees were absolutely free to do whatever they wanted; it was designed to be a wild occasion.

    Antonio had also scheduled a couple of organised events, of which the first was to be a unique demonstration of cum shooting exactly as at a MuscleCock competition. He had got six studs, all of whom had competed in previous MuscleCock Mr Alpha contests to come along and give a live demo exactly as if they were on stage at a competition.

    His idea was to bring to his local clients, none of whom had ever been at MuscleCock event live, a complete performance from A through Z. So real NBA trainers and assistants would prep, pump and release the studs who were demonstrating and all this would be done in front of the audience live: the complete enchilada as it were! In fact, his clients would see more of what actually happened than spectators did at a live MuscleCock event, for they  only saw the stage performances and not what went before and after as the contestant prepared themselves for their public appearances and relieved their tensions on leaving the stage. Chris was enthusiastic about this idea, as he and his two buddies had never been at a live MuscleCock event. In fact, Simon and I were probably the only guys, apart from Antonio himself, who had firsthand experience of a competition, as we had both been at the Taipei MuscleCock contest, that being where we had first met each other.

    A second event was to be a Fuckathon, performed by our triple cock ringed trio, Chris, Tony and Trent.

    “What the hell is a Fuckathon” we asked Chris, who instantly adopted a very superior manner and told us that if we had really followed the 2014 MuscleCock blogs and had read and digested all the comments made by contributors, then we would know what a Fuckathon was; but as we didn’t, we obviously hadn’t and we would therefore either have to trawl through the old blogs if we really wanted to know now what a Fuckathon was or wait and see at the party. Chris was very amused with is cockiness and clearly enjoyed leaving us in the dark, but he would not budge an inch; the cheeky monkey!

    And then there were two events in which everyone could take part. The first was to be a Mr Massive contest, to find which guest had the biggest cock when hard and the second was to be a cock to arse chain-fuck in which the all attendees would endeavour to pump to a given rhythmic beat provided by the disco and try to climax simultaneously. The idea was to try to synchronise this with the coming in of the New Year, greeting it with a massive multi-man orgasm and the simultaneous shooting of cum; a fond hope we thought; but one could but try. Then in the New Year, the party would go on until dawn with everyone fucking and sucking whomever and however he saw fit. It had the making of a great occasion; or so Chris thought.

    Chris told us that Antonio had decided to limit the entry to 100 tickets as what with the added staff, demonstrators etc, he did not feel that the gym could comfortably accommodate any more. Sales were already rolling in without difficulty and were split fairly evenly between gay and straight clients. As Chris put it, the so called straight guys evidently quite enjoyed being around a group of muscular guys with big cocks. Antonio was really making a huge effort to make this, his first party, a success and he had, according to Chris managed to recruit all the outsiders he needed for the two main events, which was something like 25 guys, willing to act as assistants. It was quite amazing just how many guys were willing – eager, in fact – to  strut their stuff naked in front of an unknown audience, if only  as an adjunct to the main protagonists.

    CHAPTER 5

    New Year’s Eve rolled around and Simon and I arrived fairly late at the Gym, as we had been servicing one of our best clients quite late in the evening; the guy knew he had been asking a lot and had paid us a double fee.  The changing rooms and showers were at the front to the building and after stripping naked, members then passed through  double doors into the gym proper. To make sure there was no doubt about dress or rather, the lack of it, Antonio had posted a large notice on the door saying: “Naked Men only past here. All clothes must be left in the changing rooms – no exceptions.”

    Simon and I had already stripped when we noticed a three man fuck session going on in one corner. Evidently the guys simply could not wait until they got into the party. They were so engrossed in what they were doing that I doubt that they even noticed us. In the changing room was a huge mirror, put there because most bodybuilders have a narcissistic streak and like to look at themselves. Simon and I were no different; and although we lived the naked lifestyle at home,  we but rarely saw each other together, side by side as we now did in this huge mirror.

    Simon looked at me and said, “Seb, you really look superb.”

    To which I replied. “Simon, we both look superb. Let’s not kid ourselves; we both have bodies and cocks to die for. Just look at the picture we make. It really is better than the De Souza brothers, whose joint pose so inspired us just after we came together in New York.” And with that we passed into the Gym where the party was already in full swing.

    We knew quite a few of the guys with whom we worked out at the same time but there were lots of studs whom we had never met, but Chris, Tony and Trent did not seem to be around. It was very flattering to Simon and me to receive quite a few loud wolf whistles from guys whom we did not know but who obviously liked what they saw. It was already 10 o’clock and Antonio mounted the platform he had had erected at one end of the gym and announced that the first on-stage cum shooting demo would start in about ten minutes and would everyone please try to curb their basic instincts during the demo and refrain from shafting each other. A buzz went round the room as everyone attempted to regain control of his cock; not necessarily that easy a task; but absolutely everyone was dying to see a live performance of real MuscleCock competition contenders actually shooting cum at each other on the stage.

    Antonio mounted the stage again and began to introduce the MuscleCock trainers who would be prepping the performers. These guys were impressive in their own right, muscular and all with big cocks and could almost have been cum shooters themselves.

    Then we learned that there were to be two demos of three studs each; one of super heavy-weight, ex-MuscleCock contestants and the others in the mega-weightclass; the applause was deafening. The three super-heavies appeared on stage and we were instantly transported into a world beyond our dreams, for these guys were bigger, more muscular and with unimaginably big fuck-sticks, already rock hard, for they had clearly undergone some prep prior to coming on stage.

    Within seconds, each of the NBA trainers was being shafted and subjected to a vigorous fuck by one of the cum shot performers, after which, fully ready for their performance they adopted their stage positions, began posing and almost immediately shooting cum at each other. To most of us, this was an amazing sight, for it was very much a look mum – no hands performance. Each guy managed to do at least 6 cum shots, each perfectly coordinated with a muscle pose,  until at the end the one remaining guy went on to add a further two shots, to a well merited round of applause.

    Three NBA release agents then appeared on stage and each shooter grabbed an agent and vigorously fucked him to release the tension which he had built up during the performance. The release was brutal, for the performers simply thrust their big cocks into their chosen release stud, without any thought beyond self satisfaction. It was really a true Alpha moment; one, in fact, that the audience never sees at a live MuscleCock competition, as this release phase always takes place off stage. So, we had seen the whole procedure from preparation pumping, through cum shooting to release; what a performance!  The audience went wild!

    And then the mega weight guys took to the stage. It was the same performance, except that this time we were presented with three bodies of muscular development which defied even the most vivid imagination, coupled with the biggest fuck poles ever. Each guy was hard when he came on stage, but sported a fuck-pole some 14 inches in length and at least 3 inches in diameter. Quite frankly all three guys were hung like stallions; they each had a cock which would have done a horse proud and boy, did they know how to use them. All three of them pumped out sperm as if it were going out of style in a creamy stream at each cum burst. All three guys managed a total of 8 shots each and when they were finished, pools of cum were splattered everywhere. And at the release, the megas pumped their NBAs as if to the death; they were indeed the true Alphas so beloved of MuscleCock events. It is doubtful if at any real competition event had ever been seen a better show than these three megas gave at this New Year’s Eve party.  The audience just went wild and the applause went on and on.

    Antonio now took to the stage again whilst some assistants mopped up the pools of cum and said.

    “Well that was quite a performance and you should all know that to achieve that degree of hand-free orgasm and cum control takes years of hard training. However, for those of us with more modest ambitions, our own cock-ringed trio, Chris, Tony and Trent will now perform the world’s first Fuckathon, before your very eyes. What the hell is a Fuckathon, might well you ask. Well it is an idea proposed a few months ago by someone who signed himself as Imagination in what seems to be the only comment he ever made on the MuscleCock blog site.”

    “It was an idea which Chris first noticed and found intriguing and he and his partners, Tony and Trent, decided to practise it and they will now attempt to perform it here on stage.  This is, then, the world premier of what we have chosen to call The Imagination Fukathon in honour of the unknown guy who first suggested it.  He really should be here today to see his idea out into action”

    “In his proposal, the writer, Imagination, suggested that two MuscleCock super-studs, sequentially fuck ten different young studs to show them just how much work goes into becoming a top cock. Chris, Tony and Trent are to perform a slightly modified version of the same idea; they will each fuck six, rather than ten NBAs, all of whom have volunteered to take part in this unique event.  In fact, so great was the demand by the NBAs to participate, that the eighteen guys you will see on stage were finally selected from among the numerous applicants, by drawing straws!”

    Antonio went on. “The success of the Fuckathon will depend on the ability of the performers to proceed from anus to target anus, maintaining a rock hard cock all the time and giving each supplicant a full load of cum before moving on. Now this requires considerable training, and can, perhaps, best be considered a hands-on version of the Alpha performance we have just seen. These three young studs have been training seriously for the last six months and feel that they now have sufficient cock control as to be able to achieve six cum shots each without stopping”.

    By now the stage had been cleaned up and prepared for the Fuckathon. Three long tables had been placed against the back of the stage, with a low padded kneeling rail in front of them.

    Antonio then introduced the guys who had volunteered to offer their anuses for this performance. How he had recruited them, we shall never know, but no less than 18 NBAs trooped on to the stage to a tremendous round of applause. These young studs then knelt down in a row and bent their bodies over the table, thus presenting their arses ready for shafting; this was a unique sight to behold; eighteen juicy arses lined up waiting to be fucked; a unique occasion indeed! Antonio had his assistants prelube every arsehole with an injector pack of lube and then announced the appearance of our three young protagonists.

    It was now that Simon and I realised for the first time why we had not seen Chris and his buddies when we arrived at the gym. They had remained back stage, as it were, preparing themselves for this, their, event, with a view to making a spectacular entry, which they sure did. On to the stage they trooped, each of them looking like the young Adonis of Greek myth. All three wore a triple cock ring and had both cock and nipples pierced, but to add spice to the whole show, these three young studs had had their beautifully bronzed bodies totally oiled just before they came on stage so that they presented a gleaming, mouth-watering spectacle of male sexuality to the audience, who went wild with applause.

    These guys just looked superb and I guess that there was not a guy in the room, gay or straight, who would not, given half a chance, have fucked them into the ground; all three of them were just young male perfection. All three were sporting rock-hard cocks, about 10 inches long, not to compare in size with those we had just seen on the megas but big enough to be the envy of most other guys in the room.

    “The stage is yours, boys. The best of luck to you all” said Antonio and with that the Fuckathon began,

    Each of the three performers stepped across to the first of his six target arses and without any preliminaries, thrust his rock-hard fuck-stick into the target anus. The NBAs were, of course used to this brutal behaviour, for it was their role in competitions to provide their arses for relief to the competitors coming off stage, whose only desire was to fuck, fuck and fuck again.

    The three young studs each fucked his first target anus vigorously, to a pounding beat supplied by the disc jockey. Just looking at the three studs pounding in parallel, it quickly became obvious that Chris was in a class of his own. He was so confident of what he was doing that he regularly withdrew his cock completely only to re-plunge it immediately into his target fuck-hole with increasing ferocity. He was the first to climax and move on to his second target.

    And so it went on, each stud moving from anus to anus after each climax. Chris rapidly gained ground on his two pals and by the time he climaxed for the sixth time, thus completing his sequential fuck, his buddies were lagging way behind. But, all credit to all three guys, they all managed to stay the course and give each of the six target arses a good load of cum.

     But the great surprise was what Chris did next. No sooner had he finished with his sixth arsehole on the stage, he immediately stepped down among the spectators with his cock still rock hard and dripping cum and grabbed the first young guy he came to in the front row of the audience. Before this young stud could protest, he found himself impaled by Chris’s cock and Chris, evidently out of control with the tension he had built up during his performance, went on to give this young stud the fuck of his lifetime. As Antonio had warned everyone, tonight was a free-for-all, so it was up to each guy to protect his own arse from the odd stray cock and if anyone got taken unawares, as had the young stud whom Chris had chosen for his post Fuckathon fuck, there could be no recriminations!

    With this one unrehearsed act, Chris was already displaying the behaviour of a potential young Alpha and I wondered if this was to be his future? As you might imagine, the audience just went wild. Thus, as Antonio had said, this was a demonstration which showed how with hard work any guy could, within six months of hard training become a hands-on cum-shooter; which is to say that to cum repeatedly, a guy’s  cock has either to be jerked-off manually or to be thrust into a receptive arse, which the professional Alphas did not need to do when on stage. It made one realise just how much training went into becoming a professional MuscleCock Alpha competitor and one had to admire their dedication to the sport.

    After these two mind-blowing demos, everything else seemed insignificant. The competition to find the biggest cock was won by an outsider, a guest in fact of one of the regular gym clients. He managed to sport a 15 inch erection, not a world record but well on the way. He was an African American, by the way, which sort of added to our suspicions that Negroes had bigger equipment than we white guys.

    We all then saw in the New Year as programmed, by forming three complete circles of anus to cock links with the first man sticking is cock in the last man’s arse to complete the circle. Simon, Chris, Tony, Trent and I formed the beginning of one chain. Antonio himself shafted me and Simon shafted an unknown guy who was the last in the chain to ring the circle. We all attempted to pump rhythmically, but I am not so sure with some 40 guys in each circle that we managed all that well. Anyway, the New Year came in and we all had an orgasm of sorts. In the New Year, the party went on until dawn, but Simon and I left about three o’clock in the morning.

    CHAPTER 6

    In early January, Chris took off for his college on the West Coast and his two buddies Tony and Trent also moved off to greener pastures. Alas with the mobility of youth, we lost touch with all three young guys and now twelve months later we have heard nothing at all from young Chris, our shy pupil who in a few short weeks became one of the greatest young fuckers of all time. We often thought about his performance in the New Year’s Eve Fuckathon, which had truly been a memorable and unique performance.

    The last we heard about Chris was from his father, Mr Newman, whom we continued to service for what proved to be but a brief period longer. He told us that Chris had dropped out of college after three months and had also disappeared from his own radar. So he knew no more about the whereabouts of his son than we did. Mr Newman did say, however, that he thought things were not going too badly for Chris as he had had no demands for money from his son since he dropped out of college. Shortly after that, Mr Newman decided to remarry having remained alone for all those years since his wife’s untimely death. He told us that in view of his impending life style change, he thought it better that he should stop using our services. And so, in a few brief months, we lost touch with both Chris and his father; such is life.

    But life is full of surprises and both Simon and I wondered if we would, somehow, come across Chris somewhere unexpected. But when and where, who could tell? For the moment that chapter of our life seemed definitely closed. Simon and I remained together as an item, welded together by an unbelievable mutual attraction of the one for the other and we went on with our escort business which continued to flourish; we were happy and that is really all that matters

    For the past three years, Simon and I had always taken a three week vacation break in the New Year on a small Caribbean island, where we had found a congenial gay beach resort, where mandatory nudity was rigorously enforced. We could swim, work out and fuck around in the sun in general and we always came back beautifully tanned from head to toe, feeling fully fit and able to service our regular male escort clients with renewed vigour.  My old New York buddies, Craig, Steve and Jonathan usually went with us on this brief vacation break and the five of us made a very happy group; we always had terrific sex together.

    I must just say a word about my relationships with my three New York friends after my teaming up permanently with Simon. As I have observed earlier, the four of us had always had a close relationship, free of all jealousy, as all four of us realised that although we were close friends, that was as far as things were going to go.  We all enjoyed sex with each other, but we had all realised that no two of us were ever going to become an item; we were just very good friends and that was as far as it was going to go.

    So, when I found Simon, who turned out to be the love of my life and he and I became an item, my three friends accepted that my relationship with them would forever be changed.  This they all did gracefully as they realised that in finding Simon, I had achieved what each of them would also like to achieve on a personal level; to find that guy with whom they could spend the rest of their lives. Simon got on well with all three guys and they with him so we formed a group of five friends, completely happy with the new status quo with no hint of jealousy: it was a miracle.

    The five of us saw each other regularly and we all enjoyed mutual sex.  Variety is the spice of life and both Simon and I enjoyed fucking and being fucked by our three friends.  And for these three guys, I relaxed my golden rule and we did often meet at my apartment. So, these three close friends were the only persons who knew where Simon and I lived; none of our clients were in the picture.

    I had foreseen some acrimony with Jonathan, when Simon and I abandoned his gym in favour of the naked facilities offered by the newly opened Big Mac’s Gym.  But Jonathan realised that both Simon and I wanted to pursue a development course which his facility did not offer and he acquiesced gracefully to our departure. And so, at a personal level, Jonathan remained as good a friend as ever and part of our small group of five.

    THE END

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    Simon and Sebastian in San Francisco


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  • The Catwalk On The Prairie

    Phil had moved from occasionally wondering to outright worried sick. Dane had simply got in his truck-always a concern-took Will with him and….left. Gone. Disappeared. Left no forwarding address. Yes, his son was now 21, could do whatever he wanted but….he loved his kid, he and Dane always had a close relationship up to and including fucking each other-once. That meant nothing. He knew why Dane had just stopped his life and gone away, had a good reason to as he’d told Heck, who’d caused this absence. Heck and Dane, Dane and Heck, mated for life. Dane had given up a monstrously successful career to become a hard working rancher because, there was only one simple way to put it, he loved Heck and it was completely returned.

    The phone rang which, these days, almost caused him personal injury as he made a grab for it. Of course it was nothing but…it might have been Dane, one day it would be Dane…and at that he slapped himself knowing he’d just told himself it might never be Dane. His only vague way to follow him was through their head bookkeeper, a treasure called Marigold, who, sadly, could only tell him so much.  Yes, she got bills, credit cards for example, that followed no certain path but clearly indicated he was out there. The charges she saw were the normal charges, gas, food, lodging, an occasional store name who sold whatever he’d needed…to date the largest charge had come from the Alberta Boot Company and that took no wondering as to what that was for. It took no deep thought to realize that when Dane took several thousand dollars in cash, they wouldn’t hear from or about him for some while. It was his way of assuring himself he had the privacy and security he, apparently, needed and wanted. She and Phil spent hours each week while she gave him as much information and hope as she felt she legally could and he regarded a purchase of seventeen gallons of regular at a Phillips station in Texas as the holy grail.

    Too, years earlier, Marigold had fallen in love first, with the boys, they were very lovable, and then with Dane’s father who was equally lovable and a lot closer to her age. Never mentioned, never would be. She didn’t suffer in silence about her lack of love and lust but contented herself knowing that they all loved her.

    The one who worried most as it was pretty much his fault was Heck. He underestimated, how that was possible was impossible for all concerned to understand, how much he was loved. He thought a daliance with their pilot was excusable and, had Dane never known, who knows. But….he felt duty bound to tell his lover what he was doing and, here’s the kick in the balls, sent someone along as a suggestion for Dane to use; That would, he thought, even the score, make things alright, smooth the waves. The reality was he was caught in a force ten gale which, when it drew back left…nothing. Dane was gone as was Will the man he’d sent. Another thing that scared the liver out of him was that Dane was a terrible driver, having never driven anything until he was 20, it wasn’t a skill he’d easily or completely mastered. Then there was the souped up Ford Raptor that had been a gift. Dane had used that to take his driving test and the officer who administered it came back badly shaken as well as ashen. Dane got his license but even half a point less and, well, no point in worrying about then, now was the far larger problem. He could only hope Will was doing all of the driving; Dane was used to being a passenger and wouldn’t see it as a downgrade if someone else just automatically got behind the wheel. Now, thanks to the ability of modern communication devices, he was  even more frustrated as both men had turned off theirs leaving only a modest trail of gas sales to even suggest where they might have been. Of course by the time the statement was rendered it was easily a month, or more, old so where they were a month ago had no relevance to this day, this hour, this week. What Marigold could have told him and did tell Phil was that there had been new charges for cell phones and accounts established with Verizon. But what all this added up to was…he was alive and out there and was done with all of them.

    Phil walked through the lobby seeing the posters advertising the new show, Dane’s show, that would star Heck, possibly still his lover as well as nineteen other guys and a horse in a novel all male beef cake show. Difference being from curtain up, this was no ordinary show. Yep, all sorts of nudity but nothing that pandered to the audience, it looked like a bunch of guys having a helluva good time and, just incidentally, wearing very little, or no, clothing. The previews were sold out, the word on the street was excellent, advance sales, even now, guaranteed a run of at least a year. He ran into Alexei who without meaning to had become the official photographer for all of this. He, too, desperately missed Dane, Dane was his friend, Dane was the best looking of all of them or was…Alexei had nightmares of a Dane showing up fat, a red blond beard, it was enough to make him cry in his sleep. 

    All of them believed, though it was never said, Dane would show for the opening, he’d just have to. His sense of responsibility was such that even if he had to hire a chopper and land in the parking lot, he’d be there. 

    A box came addressed to Dane that had been hanging around the barber shop in Amarillo that Bob owned. Well, he still did but he was in the show, a whole act devoted to “Sergeant Sword and His Swordsman.” Someone finally thought to send it to Bob who handed it over to Phil who looked at the date. Months ago. Taking fatherly rights, he opened it and realized this was what Dane had planned on wearing to the opening. Custom tailored, nothing like it in any store and given his physique and incredible looks, he could dominate it where many men would not have been able to. He showed it to Bob and Alexei both of whom turned away. Remembrance of things passed; It was Proust, but no one knew the original French. Like a carcass ready for burial it was packed back in the box, put in Phil’s closet and everyone tried to forget it even existed.

    Heck was in the stable where Ram, the stallion he used in the show, lived. At least when he talked to him about what a terrible thing he’d done, what a shit he was, the horse didn’t agree. Initially Ram had belonged to Dane but…when the idea for this whole thing started, Ram was the calmest horse, easiest to work with so he got purloined. Dane had been tense about it, one man, one horse was his philosophy but gave in, found himself another mount and got on with life running the 400,000 acre ranch. Some days he’d put his boots up on the desk he and Heck shared and remembered his life when he and his cousin Britt were wildly successful teen models. He missed none of it, the howling crowds, hotels that wouldn’t take their reservations due to damage done by groups of wild kids elsewhere….whatever it looked like from the outside, it was not fun. He and Britt would sit in a hotel suite, the door and the hall leading to the door, and wonder if they were the only 18 year old virgin males in North America. Based on what they read about themselves, they fucked at least ten women every night when they weren’t out clubbing getting drunk, doing drugs…problem was, when their attorneys challenged periodicals to prove what they’d written, they couldn’t. Didn’t stop the stories but it did prove a point. 

    If you knew them, and few did, there were substantive differences that went as deep as character between them. Dane was responsible, needed no motivation, understood time, didn’t ask for much and was endlessly patient on sets when the hours could spiral out and not one damn picture had been taken. Reverse that and you had Britt. Almost as good looking as his cousin-it was usually assumed they were twins-nothing else was the same. Temperamental, bossy, cross, mean spirited…but none of that showed in an eight by ten four color glossy. (It was rumored that some editors who had tangled with Britt ordered that in the negative room, or when they were touching up a photo that some slight imperfection be added to Britt. Nothing big but something he’d see and be pissed about. His father and his uncle were their managers and were so used to his complaints that they no longer heard them.)

    Heck stood outside Phil’s door; Increasingly it was only too apparent that Phil blamed him entirely for Dane’s disappearance. It was agony for Heck to be around the father whose son he had lost for him out of his own desire. That was over. He knocked.
    “It’s me, kin I come in?”
    “Sure. What’s on your mind? Want a drink, no rehearsal left to day is there?”
    “No. Sir, I, I need somethin’ from you an’ I need it bad.” His head dropped to his chest. “I ain’t got no right to ask but…do ya think ya ever can see yer way to forgivin’ me? It was all my fault, I know that, Dane ‘d be here right now iffen …..”
    Phil looked out the window at the miasma of colored lighs, just now, just past sundown, seeming almost an unnatural sunset…he’d been in Vegas too long. And Heck wanted forgiveness. Sure, he could do that, say the words but…only Dane could forgive him and then maybe Phil could. This was a man he’d called son…and he wanted forgiveness for losing both of them what they loved beyond measure. Forgiveness.
    “Sure Heck, if that’s what you want….I’ll say the words, I forgive you….Now get out of my sight.”

    Heck ran out the door, down the hallway, didn’t bother with the elevator, just ran down the thirty flights of stairs to an outside door. The cold air stopped him, made him catch his breath but the thought that had been with him so long, since Dane left was the same, What if Dane didn’t forgive him?

    A long way from Las Vegas a very scared, very pained security officer was dialing a number. The service was shitty from anywhere around there but he’d made a promise and he’d keep it. While he waited for the electronic noises that accompanied any poor connection played in his ear as he looked at the handful of money he’d collected, just like they’d say to do. He was lost in mentally counting when a voice announced the name of a hotel. Kent was so startled all he could think to do was to ask to speak to Dane’s Father….
    A phone rang, Phil picked it up. One of the operators, they all knew him, said she had a strange call from someone who wanted to speak to “Dane’s Father”? Did he want to take it or have them take a message. He took it.
    Kent babbled, he was so nervous, so frightened but the man at the other end seemed real nice, worried about his son, surprised to hear he was in jail, that Will was with him….Kent, confused, started back while Phil tried to guide him forward. Finally it all got choked out, what Dane wanted, what he needed to do-which was pretty simple actually-and then the number of the man who called him. Kent was so startled to be asked a question he almost forgot the answers. Phil told him he’d call tomorrow but to tell his son the word ‘Tomorrow’. And who was this Sam person? Kent tried to explain that but a storm cloud somewhere broke the connection.

    His first call was to Frankie, a hot shot attorney and close friend, who could and did get things done very quickly. He told Phil to give him half an hour and he’d get back to him; It was only fifteen minutes. Phil was almost laughing, yes, they were in jail, but it was nothing that couldn’t be taken care of in about six minutes the next morning early. He could have the kid and all the others out the door by ten at the latest and that was building in time for some stupidity at the jail where they were being held. Getting this Sam person out was another cake walk, pay off some fines, a couple of parole violations and that was that. Frankie said Dane could be in Vegas as soon as he chose to be, even later tomorrow. Anything else? Call him when he had other quick work, he’d done most of that sitting in his bathroom taking a dump; He’d send a bill for ass wipe paper.

    He hadn’t known what his son meant to him, not as a professional but as his child, the product of his sperm, the man who’d wanted him to fuck him so they’d be truly bred, father and son. He was crying as he dialed Marigold who was soon in tears herself, for ten minutes, while some strangled conversation was made, they wept for disparate reasons but the same outcome. Although she’d only met Dane a few times, their business calls were frequent and something she’d come to anticipate. As with him, her knowledge of ranching was even more limited but they both learned. Her cold ability at figures was his backstop and his enthusiasm for his work, and his man, were infectious. Privately, both she and Phil had held their breath about Heck. Time helped them let their guard down until Dane became road kill to Heck’s sudden desire for another. The disappearance had them both berserk with worry and that Heck finally came to his senses did nothing but infuriate them whether he knew it or not. When Phil finally told him to get out of his sight, Heck knew how bad it was and could only get worse for him. Dane could salvage something for him, maybe, if he would, if he ever saw him again…..

    Not that a few days in jail hadn’t been interesting and certainly provided him with something he found he had always wanted, but released to continue living his own life he could look back with a chuckle. Sam was still stupefied, Will and Kent hadn’t clear emotions but it looked like a foursome at least for some while. All would be sorted out when Dane wanted to do so and, just now, what he wanted was to relax in the large hot tub in his suite with Sam as the only other occupant.
    Not much conversation at first, the swirling of the waters felt to good to both of them. From time to time Sam would look at Dane and wonder…what he wanted and whatever that was, why he wanted it from him? Twenty years older, no beauty, a past that was checkered with crime, sex, pain, jail and prison…nothing that the amazing looking man opposite him could possibly want. He slid around to sit next to him, put a heavily muscled arm over his shoulder and was pleased when the head of his buddy lay on his shoulder.
    “You still haven’t shaved my nuts and right now, that hair is all moist, warm, prime shaving material.” He smiled. Sam gave him a crooked grin. “You gotta have more than just water ‘n soap. I love to shave nuts, ‘n when I like the guy, an’ I really like you, I give you more’n just a shave, you’ll see, just not here.” I smiled, leaned over and kissed him, then took my hands, held his face in them and kissed him again, this time urging his mouth to open and give me access. He did and we were off to a great make out session, the warm water, the hot us, oh yeah, Sam was the man and not for just then. We ran our hands down, took our cocks, slowly began to jack them off. Slow, a little squeeze, we were so in sync we came at the same time and it was sensational. Looking at him, I knew that our match just got stronger, our bodies were reading each other, we were adding to the things we’d thought we might do and now would do and beyond that. There were no barriers, sex was just the door to the world we wanted and knew how to get. 

    Phil was about to stall walk a rut in the carpet, they were all out, Frankie confirmed it-adding some vulgar, if amusing, comments about dealing with small town justice. No call, from anyone, but most importantly, Dane, his son, the one man he wanted to hear from. The phone finally did ring but it was Will. Phil tried to hide his disappointment, Will was a great guy and, if he hadn’t been along, by now Dane would have probably wrecked the Raptor and God knows how many others. The only good thing he could think of was that he was still too young to rent a car.
    “Okay, talk, Will, I’m so fucking worried and wondering…he hasn’t called. Where is he…he alright? What’s goint on there who’s this Kent who’s Sam….”
    “Ya bout run down for a moment? Phil, sit, I can answer some of them questions but not all. Dane’s fine, never looked better, I spect yer gonna fall over when you see him, never looked like this, never looked better iffn’ you ask me. He’s with Sam ‘n I don’ figger I can explain that cept to say he’s a nice guy, you might as well know now, he’s 20 years older than Dane but….
    “Twenty? Fuck, he’s old enough to be his father, he’s just a few years younger than I am. What’s the deal?”
    “Best I can tell, Sam did for Dane what Heck did but in a lotta different ways. Phil, they’s changes and I ain’t gonna go into all that, he best explains it and you need to meet Sam an’ then it’ll come together. Maybe.”
    “What did Heck do? Let him come, live on that ranch, saw to it that he wasn’t bothered and then fucked him; Sam got a ranch? He fucked him? Will…”
    “It’s just all real different. /Funny thing, he still loves Heck always will but, I figure, theys just gone kinda, well, different ways. Dane don’t want to be up on a stage, half naked…”
    “Completely naked. Even the horse is naked.”
    Will laughed. “So, Heck went all the way, not surprised, he sure would look great……but you ain’t seen Dane, he looks a whole bunch different…promise you.”
    Phil chewed on that one. How different could he be? Okay, the question….”Why hasn’t he called?”
    “Ah, shit, Phil, I don’t rightly think any of us figgered out how bad hurt he was. Heck stuck him right in his heart and his nuts. I was there, I saw it. That first day, I wasn’t so much driving as I be’n on suicide watch. Then, I don’t know why, we stopped for some food and there was a gym next door…”
    “…and he wanted to keep in shape…I know my son.”
    “Sumpin like that and Phil, this I gotta tell you even though you pret much know it. That son of yers loves you like he loves no other creature on God’s earth. He’d cry thinkin’ about you, knowin’ this bein’ away had ta hurt you….Fuck Heck or Sam or anyone else, it’s his Dad or nobody. Uh…He ….uh told me about how he had you….uh…..”
    “Fucked him. That’s what I did, and he wanted me to although why….”
    “Yeah, well, he said iffn he’d been bred by his Dad, then that made it a real family. Don’t ask me ta explain, that’s Dane talking.”
    Phil looked out at the lopsided life that Las Vegas always presented. He told Will to give him ten then call him back. What he wanted, more than anything, was some contact with his son, phone, Skpe, best of all, in person but he just had to make sure he was really alright. Will wouldn’t lie but what was fine to him may not stretch to being the sort of ‘fine’ a father wants. Closed the curtains, at least that made the room seem more normal, flopped on his bed and waited for Will to call back not knowing what he planned to say. He’d worried so much that, without meaning to, he dropped off to sleep. And time passed.
    It was dark. A strong hand was over his mouth, the other held him where he was and there was a body by his side. “Hey, Dad, it’s just me, Dane.” Phil was overwhelmed to the point that all he could do was sob, couldn’t even roll over to see his beloved child. No problem, Dane picked him, found a comfortable chair and sat down, pulling his father’s head to his shoulder. Phil still couldn’t speak. “Did Will tell you you’re the person I love best in the whole world? Did he make it clear how much I’d missed you? But….I had to have this time to find out some things, some new things about me and how my life should and would be. And not much will change. In a while I’ll go back to the ranch, run it and Heck can do whatever he likes. I know the show will be a big hit and I couldn’t be more pleased.”
    “Please, Son, can’t I turn on a light, I want to see you.”
    “Not tonight, and there’s a reason, you know me, always a reason. I’m great, never better, eating properly, washing my teeth twice a day…just like you taught me.” Phil had to laugh. This was Dane the slightly casual man who sometimes seemed puzzled-and was-but worked it through.
    “Gotta ask….did you learn to drive?”
    “Uh, that’d be a sort of. Good enough to putt around the ranch, go to town but….uh, you better ask Will about my actual skills, he says he’s better now, doesn’t cringe when he thinks of me in anything with wheels. Haven’t told him but….I’m going to buy an ATV and a bike.”
    Phil got a sick feeling. The ATV was fine, reasonably stable, the worst he could do was get lost and someone would certainly put a locator on it plus make sure that, like riding a horse, he took a pack against rough weather. But a motorcycle… He realized he was comfortable in the dark, with his Son. Leaned against what felt like a taut, large breast but said nothing. “Dad, I’m going to put you back in bed and, please, just look away until you hear the door close. I’m around and you’ll see me real soon, maybe tomorrow and, of course, I’m going to the opening. I miss Ram and want to make sure he’s being well treated. No one can feed him a carrot like I can.” They’d reached the bed and he was laid gently on one side. He was kissed on his cheek then the unmistakable sound of boots, a door clicked, he sat up, found a light turned it on and saw on the bed…an envelope. Ripping it open, there were few words just an affirmation that his Son loved him, would forever. Signed with Submission to His Father, Dane. Odd wording but…that was Dane. He fell back on the bed both tired and relieved and, knowing what his son would have him do, he stripped and crawled under the covers but not before he stroked it down thinking of his Son all the time.

    Word gets around and in a place like Vegas, so fast you forget you were the one who told somebody something and now you were being told the ‘sort of’ version of what you’d told. That was how it came to Heck that Dane was around, somewhere, might be at the opening. He was on fire. Had to find him, had to get down on his knees, beg him for forgiveness, plead with him, offer him anything but….he didn’t have to come back….he just had to forgive him. He thought about trying to see Phil but remembering the way the last meeting ended, he decided that wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Sitting at his dressing table backstage he stared at the pictures of Dane from, now, long ago. Dane in a car, Dane in an undershirt, drinking some sort of soda, being a son to a father in a commercial in which they were fishing…After that, there were no pictures, just his memory of a big, heavily muscled man doing chores, sitting at a desk with his boots up, his shirt so unsnapped that the sternum looked like a modest canyon between his pecs. Tears slid down his face, his head hit the table he wondered about killing himself, hanging from any tall construction crain. There was a knock. Figuring it was someone from the show, he rose up, tried to wipe his face and called that it was open. Will walked in.
    It was as close to Dane as he might get which is why he grabbed him, kissed him and practically dragged him to a chair. Will endured this having figured in advance Heck was likely to over-react; He did.
    So many questions, Will’s head couldn’t keep up and in listening they were all variations on a couple of themes: A. Where’s Dane and when can I see him and B, a more somber one concerning forgiveness, his, and how Dane felt about what had happened. Will wasn’t in a position to really answer either of them although he had some idea in at least one case.
    “Heck, I want you to sit in your chair, put your hands behind it, palms out….” He did then heard and felt the sound of a pair of cuffs. Two more, one for each ankle to the chair, a blindfold and, by holding his nose, a gag.
    In the darkness, Heck heard Will’s boots walk away, a door open and close then another pair of boots walked toward him. No man makes the same sound with their boots which was why Heck inhaled so sharply, had to be Dane, just had to be. No one else walked like that. Closer to him he had the sense of the man smell that every guy has and is different. For those who love a man, that scent is as specific as a finger print. He felt a kiss on his cheek followed by silence only broken by the sound of a small chair being dragged to be beside him. He knew tears were flowing down his cheeks, he could feel them plummet from his jaw to his chest….But there was silence, the killing, chilling silence, the quiet that almost always precedes, “I don’t know how to tell you this.”

    “I’ve missed you, cowboy, missed you more than I can really express. Wasn’t a day that I didn’t think of you, remember you, recall all the wonderful time with you. That last day, when Will brought me the message, I loved you then just knew you’d gone away and I’d have to live the rest of my life without you. See, Heck, in my mind, loving one person is eternal, death doesn’t stop it, all that does is change things. So….you don’t need forgiveness from me, you had it right there on the road when Will told me about Andy.” He breathed deeply. “Can’t tell you I wasn’t hurt because I was, incredibly hurt, thought, well, without Heck, life ends. Bless Will, he kept me going and gradually I found new interests and a new man. Not like you, but he does for me what I would not expect you to know to do. I didn’t know it till that day Clem and Britt got fucked up with the whip. I wanted to run out, grab the whip and tear into them until they were flayed, their skin hanging from them, blood pouring out then turn them, take some bolt cutters whack off their cocks and balls and let them hang there until they bled out, dead. You were generous to them, almost kind and wherever they are now, they’d be lucky if they never saw me again.”
    He heard the sound of boots being pulled off; Dane wore ones with very hight shafts, eighteen inches, so the sound was more pronounced. Shirt pulled out, unbuttoned, shucked off. He stood up, the clunk of the brass buckle with his initials as it was opened and fell to one side, the buttons down the front of his Levis being popped open, the whoosh as the pants fell to the floor then walking. He was standing in front of Heck, remembering the very good times they’d genuinely had and might have again. “Remember the first thing you did to me? Some things you don’t forget. I’m going to take the gag out but, Heck, find another use for your mouth besides talk.”
    Heck could feel the warmth of his body coming close. He was holding onto the back of the chair, the gag was pulled and his mouth was immediately reintroduced to Dane’s wonderful cock, right there, at the tip of his lips. He desperately wanted to say something but figured this was part of the penance for what he’d done. As he had before, so he did now, took in that fine piece of meat, began to wash it, got it harder then skedaddled it back to his throat, sealed his lips and began the road to draining him. His wonderful Dane had come back…..at least for these few minutes, they were together, joined in one of the few ways man can be. He worked hard, thought he could feel the oncoming rush. While it came, Dane drew it out, covered his finger with what was left, raised it to his nose, down to his mouth and ate it. The gag went back in, Dane got dressed then, standing behind Heck, he but his hands on his shoulders, kissed the back of his neck, straightened up said he’d fix it up with his Dad, get him back in his good graces, he could be his son again. Wished him luck with the show, leaned over once more and unlocked one cuff on one wrist leaving the key in the lock then he was gone.

    Sam was waiting a couple of blocks away. In my shabby clothes, slouch hat, oversize coat I looked like…nothing. Just another bum in the back water of Las Vegas. Hopped in the car, leaned over, kissed him, rubbed his package and leaned against him. “Tough, huh?”
    “Yeah, Dad particularly, he was so glad to see me but he couldn’t quite, in the dark room, just hearing my voice, holding him….:”
    “You love him a lot doncha.”
    “Yep, that I do just hope he’s up for the next change. Then there’s Heck. Saw him, good thing we thought that out. He’s had a taste of what we want, just doesn’t know it. Left a key in a lock so he could get out, made no promises about the future, he was gagged so there were no questions, wouldn’t have answered them if there were. He’s the last person to understand our world but the man who loves me. Kinda shitty isn’t it. You love me, too.”
    “Yeah, I do. I guess it comes down to what yer gonna do and how and when.”
    “Could we put this discussion over till after the opening, that’s going to tell me some things.”

    He drove us to a buddy of his, one he’d met after prison but with whom he’d bonded over commonality of interests. Since mine were the same, or developing that way, I was welcomed into the very exclusive group of men to whom their bodies are made to be used, and used hard, then sexually taken to limits few would attempt for which few would attempt-that’s where the strong bodies also came in and we had those. When Dad and Heck saw what I’d made of myself….it was going to be an interesting moment.
    We walked back to the guest room, stripped lay down on the bed and called him, we were ready for the night. Leather wrist cuffs attached to chains which were winched up. Clips on nipples, deep mouth gags-made like cocks-leather hood, only the nose was open, the steel chastity cage and belt were put in place, had to roll each of us slightly to stick the steel dildos up our asses, rolled back the belt was tightened making our nuts almost go into our bodies while the cock holders were long and kept in place by a sterilized skewer that went through our meat and out the other side. Leather cuffs on the ankles, chains to stretch us and, finally, he could turn the crank and we were both side by each at the edge of pain. We slept. There was a chain cross that went from our hips to our shoulders loosely fastened.
    Later in the night, when the tanning lights came on, it would add to the chain image on our chests. Eventually, this same criss cross pattern would be applied to most of our bodies waiting for the next stage of recession into the chain and bondage masters and monsters we were to make ourselves. 


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  • Summer memories

    I rested my feet up on the dashboard as I looked out the window listening to Katy Perry. I looked over seeing my mom chatting away with my sister, Sarah, who was in the backseat utilizing her talent for being able to hold a verbal and texting communications at the same time without ever stopping. She is undoubtedly texting her friends back home about her plans and all the hot. Rich guys that are going to be there.

    We had been going to the Hampton’s every summer for the past five years ever since my grandparents died and left their beach house to my dad. I, personally, was excited to go because for me it was a get away from all the drama that transpired at the end of the year of school that was my boyfriend was fucking one of the guys on the Cheer leading squad. 

    Ever since I caught them he has been texting me non-stop since I left for the trip. Hearing my sister chat and hear the constant  gossiping it was to much to handle so I just put my ear buds in and lose my way in the music. 

    When we pulled up the beach house we were met by my father who had flown in a day early to get the house cleaned and dusted for our arrival. All the windows and doors were open, the white curtains bellowing as the beach wind blew through the house. My father who was dressed in white shorts and shirt wearing sandals in his feet waved at us as we parked. 

    My sister was the first to get out of the car before the engine stopped and hugged my dad and ran up to her room. No doubt starting her photo shoot of snaps throughout the house and update her whereabouts to her friends and people in the Hampton’s. 

    Taking off my seat belt I feel my mothers warm hand on my shoulder. Taking my ear buds out I turn my head to her. 

    He face was sad but that look where any mother is about to give some speech to their hurting child. 

    “Mom I don’t want too…”

    She holds one finger cutting me off.

    “I know you don;t wanna hear about hope and other fish in the sea but look I know you are hurting but we are far from home and in the next three months it will all by over.” She continues. “I want you to meet new people and forget about that asshole”

    I couldn’t help but chuckle. 

    She smiles. “He didn’t deserve you Alex and you will find a guy who’s much more deserving and worthy of you. Guy’s like him like weak minded people that will boost his ego, you are none of the few that sees through his tricks.” He hand touching my face.

    “Thanks mom you always know what to say to make me feel better” 

    She shrugs. “It’s my job honey” 

    She leans over and kisses my forehead. 

    I got out of the car and threw my bag over my shoulder, at the same time my dad comes over hugging and kissing my mom. I envied their love and relationship. I just hope that one day i’ll find a guy that shows the love my father has to my mother. 

    “I ambled my way up the drive and into the house, tossing my bag onto the bed I stared out the window to the beach below. Aside from the master bedroom that had the best view of the ocean I manage to claim the second view, it was fun watch my sister go on her rampage about how she’s a girl and needs the bigger space and view. Though I manage to hold my ground I even caught her trying to move our stuff and I shut that down real quick. To this day she still gets a bit annoyed with me having this room but I didn’t really care what she thought or felt. 

    As I walked down the stairs I heard two sets of voices talking and one of them wasn;t my father. As It turned the corner of the stairwell I stopped in place. 

    A tall well muscular man stood next to my mom towering over her like a giant standing over someone, his blond hair and the way he stood with his hands deep into his pockets sent flags up but when he turned to look up and I gazed into his emerald green eyes I froze in place. 

    It was William Fairchild.

    William or Will as he like dot be called was an my first friend that I had made when my family and I came to the Hampton’s for our first summer. He lived in the beach house a few doors from ours, but Will was different. He grew.

    His designer jeans hugging he tree trunk thick thighs showing how defined they were but his upper body was different! He wore a short sleeve graphic T shirt of a surf board on the front. T He shirt hugged his chest tightly you can see the shape of his square pecs even his nipples that pushed through the fabric. 

    I took in a deep breath realizing I wasn’t breathing. The buzz in my ears that I didn’t realize was there diminished as I finally heard my mom.

    “Alex…you okay?” 

    I shake my head. “Yeah…sorry…just caught off guard here. Wow Will…you look…different’ I chuckled.

    His cheeks flushed and I couldn’t help but smile. He stood with shyness, his shoulders were hunched, head low, his hands buried deep in his pockets of his jeans. Despite the massive change he still was the shy kid I knew form summer one.

    “Yeah I wanted a change this summer so I started working out a lot and now yeah…” He half smiled at me. 

    “Well you look handsome as ever, tell you mom thank you for the cookies and hope to see her soon for a game of cards” 

    “Will do Mrs. Swan.” He waved at her as she walked back into the kitchen. 

    “HOw have you been?” I asked. 

    “I been great just happy it’s summer and going to college” He said. “How are you?” 

    I Shrug. “I been okay my boyfriend cheated on me before school was out with my friend and I been dealing with it the best I can.” 

    I looked up and for a moment I could see a flash of anger run across his face but he quickly composed himself. 

    “I’m sorry, people who do that just scum. They don’t deserve good people like you” 

    IT was silent between us for a second before he spoke up again. 

    “Hey listen, I’m having a bonfire tonight to celebrate the first day of summer you should come” He said calmly.

    “Yeah that be great…but my sister…”

    He laughed. “Bring her too.” 

    “Cool” I smiled.

    ………

    After telling my sister about her invite she was excited and gave me a hug which was rare and spent all the remainder of the day going through her stuff to find something to wear. 

    Once we got there twenty or so people were already there milling around, red solo cups in hand. Several of them were pouring beer from a keg near a large pick up truck into the cups. 

    “Alex!” A voice yelled out. 

    That’s when I saw him. My heart raced as I watched will jog across the sand to me. His oecs bouncing in his White cotton T-shirt his calf bulging with each stride he made and his smile made my insides do that tango. God. Last summer I just saw him as a goofy skinny surfer boy who loved to joke but now he had grown into a man. I have no idea my body is feeling this way especially when I just got out of a relationship.

    “Hey you made it” His white smiled was wide. 

    “Yeah I wouldn’t have missed it for the world” I smiled back.  

    “Cool come on I want to introduce you to my friends. He reached down taking my hand into his own large one and pulled me along. I could feel my cheeks flush as we walked to his friends a few people began giving us a few side glances. I hated to be the center of attention.

    As the sun began to dip further down into the horizon it got colder, he was kind and pulled a sweater from his car and we sat by the fire listening and laughing as his friends joked and told stories of what stupid things they did during their final year of high school. It was a an amazing change the feeling of being cheated on went away and I was living in the now and present. It was amazing. As it got later I watched my sister get escorted home safely. My sister may have an ego the size of the moon but she’s a lady at heart. 

    “Do you want me to walk you home?” Will asked. 

    “Yeah i’d like that” 

    We walked down the beach the moon high in the sky giving us plenty of light to see our way to my house. 

    “So what school are you planning on going to for college?” He asked.

    “I’m not sure I was thinking of Michigan State but I want to explore and go to a college out of the state perhaps New York State or something” 

    He smiled “So close here that be fun so we could hang out more instead just the summer” 

    “Yeah that would be nice” I replied. 

    “So…ho long were you and that guy who cheated on you dated for? IF you don’t mind my asking.” He asked carefully.

    “It’s not problem. We dated for a good minute but guys like him always move on” I said. 

    “If I was there i’d probably have beaten the shit out of him” He said coldly. 

    “And I wouldn’t have minded.” 

    We both laughed.

    We reached the porch stopping at the front door. 

    “Thanks for inviting me tonight really it just what I needed.” 

    “I’m glad I could help Alex” He said softly. Smiling. 

    I began to unzip his sweater when he stopped me. “No keep it.” 

    “Are you sure?” I asked.

    “I got dozens” He said. “I should get back to help clean the area” 

    “Sure…I’ll see you soon” I leaned up and to both of our surprised I kissed his cheek. 

    His face was red as he looked down at me in aw. It took him a moment before he could recompose himself. He cleared his throat and kissed my cheek. 

    “Night Alex” 

    “Night Will” 

    I entered the house and closed the door. 


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  • Cum Out, Cum Out, Wherever You Are

    When I was growing up in the 1990’s and early 2000’s, I didn’t have many friends. I was the outcast at school for a plethora of reasons. One of them being that I wrote stories. Stories of a hero named Alexander (fittingly named after myself) who in each episode, would fight the forces of evil trying to take over his city. The end of each storyline was the same, Alexander the Great would raise up his sword to the air and look out over the mighty kingdom for which he protected.

    Now, writing stories isn’t going to make you an outcast in and of itself. When your stories star your classmates as the villains trying to take over the city, well now that might get some of them upset with you.

    To be fair to my younger self; though, I only wrote the truth. If a bully in school called me a name, they would find their way onto my blank pages one day soon saying the same thing to my character. But I never put someone in my stories whom didn’t deserve to be there. Even if the character was good. For instance, one time my friend Julie saw that others pushed me down in the hallway and she helped me collect my books and get back up on my feet. She had a leading role in my next story as a hero who saved Alexander in his time of need.

    But again, even starring your bullies in your short stories won’t make you an outcast. Reciting those stories in front of your whole school assembly with all the parents of every student gathered around, well now that makes you an outcast really quick.

    I tried making friends but shortly after a few school assemblies, others became understandably afraid they would lead in my next story. I always told people that if they didn’t want a leading role, they shouldn’t do bad things. But I guess middle school kids don’t know how to not do bad things.

    Looking back, even I did bad things back then. I never picked on anyone or tripped someone in the halls but I did bad things. And that’s what brings us to today’s story.

    It was the middle of summer and I was at my friend Julie’s birthday party. I forget how old she was turning but seeing how many friends I had at the time, my parents forced me to go, hoping I would make a couple more. We swam in her parent’s pool for a little while, ate some pizza, and played a couple stupid kid games I honestly cannot remember now. Sorry, I have the memory of a goldfish sometimes.

    All I can remember from that day is playing this game called Hide and Seek. Julie’s parents were on her back patio and the fifteen or so kids, including myself, all went hiding. We hid anywhere and everywhere we could around her four-story house and backyard. What can I say? Her parents did well for themselves.

    After a few rounds playing, Julie’s parents told her we could play one more round before we cut the cake and opened her presents. And I knew exactly where I was going to hide.

    You see, Julie had an older brother who was a Freshman in high school at the time. He played American football, wrestling, and a few other sports I could care less about. I remember back then a few of us were dragged to the wrestling matches since my brother and Julie’s brother were both on the same team. Julie and I sat in the stands next to our parents who screamed their heads off the entire time. But we just played card games on the bleachers and would make jokes of the parents who got way too involved.

    I don’t think Julie ever knew but I remember going to a match and actually paying attention to Julie’s brother for one of his matches. It was a match which he was competing for the championship trophy. He looked amazing in his tight spandex, which wrapped his package perfectly. Even from twenty feet away, you could see the outline of his tip and shaft. As they wrestled, I remember staring at Julie’s brother and the other wrestler as they grabbed each other from every angle. And soon enough, I started to get excited.

    It was February so I grabbed my jacket off of the seat next to me, placed it on top of my crotch area and I quickly asked my parents if I could use the men’s room.

    “Sure honey. Go right ahead.” my father replied.

    “Can Julie and I get some snacks too?” I said.

    “Sure.” He replied as he handed me a few dollars.

    Julie and I walked to the concession stand as I held my jacket over my crotch area to hide my raging boner. I handed her every penny my father had handed me moments ago and I told her I was a little sick so I might be a minute. Being the awesome friend she was, she asked if I wanted anything but since I was supposedly “sick”, I declined. 

    I remember going into the men’s room there in our school gymnasium and getting rid of my boner in the quickest and easiest way I knew how. I washed my hands thoroughly; afraid others would smell that distinct smell on my hands. I looked in the mirror to make sure my cheeks weren’t bright red and they were fine. So, I walked out, met Julie and we headed back to our seats.

    Ever since that day, I knew I had a major crush on her brother. So, that day at her party when we were playing hide and seek, I knew right where I wanted to hide. I ran down the hall as Julie counted down to zero from 50. Her brother was home but he too was sitting out on the patio with the adults, too cool to be playing with the kids. I ran into his room and opened up his closet door.

    It was like Disneyland to me. I was never there but I imagine seeing Disney for the first time and looking into this boy’s closet are at about the same excitement level for a kid. Hanging onto every clothes hanger was another pair of his pants, both long and short, and his shirts. Near the far right of his closet, he hung his uniforms for all the sports he played.

    By the time I was done admiring and standing there in complete awe, Julie started counting down “10, 9, 8…”. I knew if I didn’t hide soon, she would come searching for me. So, I pushed myself in between the right-hand side wall and his uniforms. I stood there in his closet waiting as Julie made her way to “3, 2, 1”.

    By the time Julie started to yell “Ready or not, here I come”, I couldn’t help myself from taking deep breaths and pressing my nose across his spandex wrestling uniform. It smelled amazing.

    Luckily, Julie took a very long time to find me because his smell was like a drug to me. Once I had a puff of his wrestling outfit, I wanted to smell all his clothes in his closet. And as I made my way through the closet, I noticed myself getting hard once again for this boy.

    The doors to her brother’s closet had slats from floor to ceiling so if you were tall enough, you could see down and out but others couldn’t see in. The best part was, they were slats so I quickly took off one of my shoelaces and wrapped it around the bottom-center slats of the Bi-fold doors. That way no one could open it from the outside.

    I quickly took off my sock, wrapped it around my hard cock, and plowed my head into his clothes once again before taking long, deep breaths. I started massaging myself as quickly as I could. Soon enough, with one last puff of his odor, I started shooting my load into my sock.

    It was likely the biggest load I ever shot up until that point in my life but I had to get back to the party. So, I slid the wet sock back on my foot, untied the door, put my lace back on my shoe, and calmly stood back up waiting for Julie to come and find me. She was never the brightest girl which was for the best. I mean, can you imagine if she was smart enough to find me early on in my endeavor…jeez.

    But eventually, she came in the room and opened up the door to find me standing there. I calmly walked out and down the hall back towards the patio with her. With every step I took, I felt my own cum squeezing its way through my toes. Now, I know at this point in the story I’m supposed to say that it was gross as anything ever before but I’m not going to lie, it felt fucking amazing. Honestly, had I not just shot all my jizz moments ago, I would have gotten hard again just from that feeling.

    After singing her the birthday song, cake, and opening presents, I decided that I wasn’t going to let that amazing feeling end. So, I put my plan into action.

    You see, everyone just wore their swim trunks and bathing suits over to her house, knowing we would go swimming before dinner. Our parents still had this rule that we shouldn’t go swimming right after a meal. Anyway, by the time we ate dinner on her patio and we played a few outside games, our swim trunks were dry enough that we could go in her house and play hide and seek.

    But after cake and presents, a few of us who were closer friends and staying later than the others, decided to hop back in the pool for a little bit before our parents came to pick us up. I remember going off to the side of her patio and turning away from everyone else as I took off my socks so no one would see the cum between my toes. Then I jumped into the pool pretty fast and the water washed the rest of the cum off of my toes.

    Soon enough, it was nine-o’clock and my parents came knocking at Julie’s side gate. Her parents and mine exchanged their pleasantries and called out to me to get ready to go home.

    I hopped out of the pool with Julie right behind me. I walked over to Julie’s parents and asked if I could change into my shorts before I hopped in the car, soaking wet. We only lived 10 or so minutes away from her house so I could have very easily wrapped my towel around my waist and the car would have been fine; however, I wasn’t really giving much thought to my parent’s car at the moment.

    Luckily, my parents and her parents both understood and sent me on my way down the hall with my backpack which I brought with me to the party. It was filled with a change of clothes, a towel, and a bag full of over-the-counter medicine in case I would need it. Honestly, sometimes I think my parents thought they were sending me to some third world country for how much they packed for me.

    I raced down the hall once more and ran into her washroom, quickly dried off a majority of my body and frantically changed into my shorts. As soon as I had my normal clothes on, I swung my backpack, still half-opened, over my shoulder. I poked my head out the door to see if anyone was around. I knew if I was caught, I would be killed.

    No one was there. So, I pulled open the washroom door and raced two doors further down the hall into her brother’s bedroom. I closed the door behind me and I quickly spotted his hamper, full of dirty laundry. I frantically ran over to the bin, took one deep puff of the wonderful odor and searched through it to find one of his dirty t-shirts. It didn’t have any stains on it so it looked like he just got sweaty in it and threw it in the hamper.

    I stuffed it into my backpack but then thought to myself, one isn’t enough for my obsession. After all, who knows when the next time was that I would be presented with the opportunity to steal his dirty clothes? So, I searched for a pair of his boxers. To my surprise, he was a briefs man and written inside the seam were his initials, “L.D.” I stuffed them in my bag near the bottom and calmly walked out of his room and back down the hall. As it turns out, no one was left inside her entire house. Everyone was outside still.

    I went back out to her patio and walked over to mine and Julie’s parents gabbing on about how well their sons did last month in the tournament. You know, the tournament that I got a boner at. I gave Julie a gentle hug and wished her a happy birthday once again before hopping in the car and going home.

    On the car ride home, I remember my parents made a big deal from the fact that I gave Julie a hug. I told them we were just friends and that I had a crush on someone else at the party that day. When they started going through the list of names whom they knew were at the party, I denied every one of them – mostly because they only mentioned the girls at the party. Eventually, I told them who it was but that wasn’t until years later, after I asked them if the same boy, who became my first boyfriend, could stay for breakfast. But I’m getting ahead of myself. 

    As soon as I got home, I raced up to my bedroom before my parents could steal my backpack to put my swimming trunks in the washer. I took my two stolen articles and shoved them between my bed mattress and the box spring. In my family, we each had to clean our own rooms which meant once a month, we had to wash our own sheets.

    And that was likely for the best since my brother and I slept in the same room and often jerked off while watching porn together. Most of the time we cared where our juices ended up but, on the night before we had to wash our sheets, we frankly didn’t give a damn. Anyway, I knew my secret stash would be safe there, away from my parents prying eyes.

    As the weeks past, I grew more and more in desperate need to smell his shirt again. And it was driving me crazy. Every time I jerked off, my older brother was right there next to me touching himself. But eventually, one day several weeks after the party, I was half-way through my wanking session when I decided that I didn’t care anymore. I needed to smell him again.

    I jumped down off my bed and my brother looked over as I reached my hand under my mattress and grabbed the T-shirt. I shoved it up to my nose and started taking long, deep breaths as I stroked myself harder and faster with my other hand. Before long, I felt myself getting close. I threw the shirt down near the bottom of my bed that way it wouldn’t get any jizz on it and would need to be washed, taking away it’s wonderful odor. I quickly laid flat on my back and thought about Julie’s brother riding on top of me.

    I started shooting my load all over my chest. Yet again, his smell brought me a bigger load than normal. I opened my eyes and watched my brother as he gazed upon the picture of the naked girl we had opened on our shared laptop which was over on the desk in our room.

    Needless to say, we both needed cleaning up. So, my brother hopped out of bed and grabbed the tissues which were across the room. We always thought if we put the tissue box next to our beds on the nightstand, our parents would know we sometimes jerked off. I mean, we were teenage boys so they likely knew anyway. But somehow, we thought they wouldn’t if only we kept the box over on the other side of the room.

    He grabbed the tissue box and we wiped ourselves off. We both walked across the room to get our shirts and shorts which we had stripped and left on our coat hanger next to the desk. I had my shirt half way back on when my brother decided to ask me what was with the shirt halfway through our session.

    “Oh, nothing” I replied.

    “Where did you get it from?” he asked as he started holding it up to take a look at it.

    “I can’t remember. It just smells good and makes me cum harder.”

    “It smells like a gym and I recognize this shirt from somewhere. Did mom and dad get this for you?”

    “I think so. Like I said, I can’t remember.”

    “What size shirt are you?”

    Without thinking, I replied “small”.

    “This is a large…. Oh my god. You stole this didn’t you?”

    “No!”

    “I remember where I’ve seen this shirt before. Luke has one just like it. You know, if you wanted a shirt like this, I could’ve bought it for you.”

    “Yeah, well, there’s no shirt in the world as perfect as that one.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Well, promise you won’t be mad at me?”

    “Of course not little bro.”

    “That wasn’t the only thing I stole.”

    “What else?”

    I reached my hand under my mattress and pulled out Luke’s underwear and held it up to show my brother.

    “Why would you steal underwear? You have plenty.”

    “Well, these aren’t just any underwear. These are from someone special.” I said as I opened up the seam and showed him the initials.

    “Holy shit!” he yelled but quickly quieted his voice to a whisper and sat down on the bed, pulling me down by the arm to sit next to him. “These are Luke’s?”

    “Yeah. Are you mad?”

    “You have a crush on my best friend?”

    “Please don’t be mad at me.”

    “Wait, how did you get these?”

    “Well, we were playing hide and seek at Julie’s party and I snuck into his closet. Then after I jacked off smelling his clean clothes, I decided I needed a souvenir from his dirty pile.”

    “You jacked off in his closet? Wow, you’re bold.”

    “Are we cool?”

    “Yeah little man, just keep it to yourself, ok? I mean you can smell these whenever you want when I’m around but try not to get hard whenever Luke’s over here.”

    A few years went by and the stolen articles started losing their fragrance. So, I started putting them in the wash with my own and started wearing the underwear around as if they were always my own. I only wore the shirt around the house when I knew Luke wouldn’t be over to visit.

    But eventually, my dirty secret caught up with me. I got detention and was forced to stay an hour later than my brother, who had Luke coming over to visit that same night. I honestly forgot I left the stolen shirt laid out on my bed next to my pajama bottoms. I wore it every night when I went to sleep, secretly dreaming someday Luke would be holding me in his arms as we drifted off together.

    By the time I got home, Luke and my brother were already playing video games on the television in our room. I walked into our bedroom like it was any other day. Luke hadn’t noticed the shirt on my bed and I honestly forgot it was his. I had it so long now, it didn’t even cross my mind.

    A few hours later and I was getting tired. We had dinner together with Luke and my brother and they went back their riveting game after our stomachs were full. I decided to get in my pajamas and try to fall asleep, even though my brother and his friend weren’t going to be quite to let me get some sleep. I grabbed my pajamas and went into our washroom to change.

    After I came back out and started walking over to my bed, Luke suddenly started talking to me.

    “Hey, nice shirt. I used to have one just like that. Don’t know what ever happened to it.”

    My brother immediately started trying to get Luke’s head back in the game.

    “That looks a little big on you though. Don’t you want a size smaller?”

    “Maybe. I’m really tired, can I just try to get some sleep?”

    “Sure.” He replied as he concentrated back on the game.

    It wasn’t long before my brother and Luke were tired as well. After all, the turkey my mother made was really good.

    After that night when my brother found out I had a crush on his best friend, whenever Luke slept over our house, they slept downstairs in the basement on the two couches we had down there. My brother never told Luke the real reason why the sudden change but he made up some excuse to Luke that my parents who were right down the hall, could hear them talking and laughing for hours even after they went to bed. So, if they went down the basement, my parents could actually get some sleep.

    Luke and my brother went down the basement as they always did. A few hours went by and I was sound asleep in my bed when Luke came into my room, closed the door behind him, and shook me to wake me up.

    “Hey Alex, wake up.” he whispered to me.

    I opened my eyes to see him. It was a scene out of every dream I’ve ever had about Luke. “What’s up?” I asked as I scratched my eyes.

    “That’s my shirt, isn’t it?”

    “What do you mean?”

    “It took me a little to figure it out but I remember it went missing like 2 or 3 years ago, right about the time my sister had her birthday party at our house.”

    “Are you mad?”

    “No. I just had to know. Funny thing is, I remember losing a pair of underwear around the same time too.”

    I quickly sat up, pulled up my shirt enough to reveal my waistline, and folded the seam of my pajamas and underwear enough so I could show him inside.

    “L. D. – Son of a bitch, it was all you. So, I take it you smell these every time you jack off, right?”

    “Maybe” I replied as I gave him a little smile.

    “Did you ever want the real thing with me?”

    “Of course.”

    “Well, your brother’s asleep downstairs and your parents are right down the hall so we can’t do everything we want to tonight. But ever since I saw you in my shirt, I’ve been feeling really horny so I was wondering if you’d be up for jerking each other?”

    “I’m already hard.”

    He laid down next to me in bed. He was two years older than I was, much stronger from playing sports, and a little taller. He leaned over and in for a kiss and I wasn’t about to deny him what I’ve dreamed about for years. That first kiss felt like a million fireworks going off in my mind. But let’s face it, we’re not here to talk about that amazing kiss. All you want to know about is how his dick felt in my hand. Well, if I’m not spoiling the ending for you, it never was in my hand.

    At first, he started to grope me from the outside of his old underwear. As we kissed, he slowly reached his hand under the fabric and started tugging on my dick. We began swapping tongues and he began stroking faster and faster. That was until I told him, “Don’t stop”, an order which he followed quite well. That night I came all over the inside of his old underwear and my cum was now covering his hand. He continued to pull his hand out of my pants and wiped my cum all over my chest.

    In that moment, I didn’t even have one second thought. I knew what I wanted and what I wanted was his dick inside my mouth. After he wiped my cum all over my chest, we shared another long kiss before I started repositioning myself so my head was right next to his crotch area.

    “Alex,” he whispered to me “what if you’re parents hear us?”

    “Don’t worry, I’ll go slow enough they won’t hear.”

    I wasn’t lying. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and went as slowly as I could. His dick tasted so much better than I imagined it would from smelling his dirty underwear all those years. I spent a good twenty minutes just working my way up and down his shaft, occasionally stopping to suck on his sack for a little while and getting back at the task at hand on his stick. But I didn’t mind blowing him for that long. Honestly, I wanted it to last all day and all night. I loved having his shaft in my mouth. It felt so empowering.

    I felt like Alexander in one of my stories. I had finally concord my toughest opponent and now I was claiming my prize.

    He mostly spent his time with his mouth wide open looking up at the ceiling and tugging on the hair on the back of my head. But after the long wait, he finally whispered down to me, “Get ready.”

    With that, I locked my lips around his shaft so no juices would escape my mouth. He started shooting his load in the back of my mouth and each shot felt so warm, warmer than I ever imagined it would. I remember taking a few seconds after he finished shooting his load to taste everything that was in my mouth. I circled my tongue around his tip and swished his cum around to taste every drop.

    I slowly backed off of him, closed my lips and took one big gulp.

    “That felt amazing.” He said. “I feel like I didn’t do enough for you now though.”

    “Don’t worry. You can make it up to me next time.”

    “Ok. Maybe one day when your parents are out of the house, you can text me and I’ll come over.”

    “Sound wonderful. Hey, I know you have to go back downstairs and stuff but do you mind, just for a moment doing something I’ve always wanted you to do?”

    “Well, after what you just did, I think I owe you that much. What is it?”

    “Do you mind holding me as I fall asleep? That’s why I always wear your shirt to bed, to imagine you next to me.”

    “Alright, lay down.”

    I laid down next to him with my back to his chest. I could see my bedroom door in front of me.

    “Hey Alex.” he whispered again.

    “Hmm?”

    “Why wear the shirt when you can feel the real thing tonight? Take it off.”

    I quickly sat myself up enough to take off my shirt and he did the same. I couldn’t help but look over. He had a perfect six pack. It looked like a xylophone on his chest. He laid back down on my bed and before I did the same, I just needed to feel it. I softly rested my hand near his belly button and moved it up his chest to feel every inch. It sent me into a tailspin in my mind. I just had to kiss him on the lips one last time before going to sleep.

    With that, I laid back down and he pushed his chest against my back. He felt very warm and smooth as silk. He wrapped his strong arm around me and rested his hand on my bare chest. I could feel every breath he was taking for his nose was right up against the back of my head.

    “Goodnight Luke” I softly whispered to him.

    “Goodnight Alex.” He replied in a soft tone.

    Hours later, I woke up and was surprised to feel him still holding me in his arms and I could still feel his chest, flat up against my back. I wasn’t against having him still there, I was just surprised. I decided not to get up and wake him so I just enjoyed every moment I could having him hold me.

    What felt like hours later, wonderful hours I might add, I heard my parents out in the hall. Not sure of what to do, I left Luke sleep. I hoped that maybe if we were quite enough, they would pass my room as they always did and go downstairs.

    Suddenly my door opened and left in the light from the hallway. There stood my mother and my father, right behind her. “Alex, breakf….” she said in her soft voice as she quickly realized I had an arm wrapped around me and realized who’s arm it was. My bed sheets were only covering the bottom half of our chests so my parents could clearly see we were both shirtless.

    I quickly motioned her with my one free hand to shew away as I mouthed the words to her “Not now.”

    A few minutes later and Luke woke up. I could feel his arm start to move and then, as he realized he fell asleep while holding me, he jumped up and out of bed to start putting on his shirt.

    “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!” he cried out as he started making his way to my door.

    I quickly ran and got in front of him, blocking his exit.

    “Alex, I have to get downstairs before your parents find out. Or worse, what if your brother finds out?”

    “Luke. They already know. They walked in on us while you were still asleep.”

    “What?”

    “Listen, calm down. First off, my brother already knows I love you. That’s why you started sleeping in the basement when you spent the night, so I wouldn’t get a hard-on watching you sleep. Secondly…”

    “Wait, what?”

    “My brother knows.”

    “No, you said ‘I love you’”

    “Yeah, well, I do.”

    “Well if that’s the case then I really don’t see any harm in saying it back”

    “I’m listening.”

    “I love you too Alex.”

    I just smiled at him as wide as I could smile before giving him a long kiss.

    “Listen, if everyone knows we slept together, I can’t go down there as your brother’s best friend who slept with his younger brother.”

    “What do you want to go down there as then?”

    “Boyfriends”

    In that moment, I was so happy, I just started to cry.

    “Is that too much, too soon?”

    “No, I’ve just waited so long to hear you say that.”

    After I got my shirt back on and changed my underwear from the dirty, cum-filled ones I slept in, we went downstairs holding hands. We entered the dining room where, by that time, my parents had a nice cooked breakfast waiting for all of us. My brother and my parents were already sitting down, eating. We stood there in the archway to the dining room holding hands.

    “Hey guys. I know I should’ve told you guys this before but I was really afraid you wouldn’t let Luke come over anymore if you knew I loved him.”

    “As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters. Luke can come over any time he wants” my father explained.

    “Does this mean we’re going to hang out less?” my brother chimed in.

    “Well, my boyfriend’s going to take top priority on my schedule now” Luke replied as we sat down and started dishing out our plates.

    “So, I take it you know about the shirt?” my mother asked.

    “Yeah, how did you know?” Luke asked.

    “I remember you wore that thing all the time, then suddenly Alex was wearing an identical shirt around the house. It’s not rocket science.”

  • Strangers Off the Street

    “How is Brandon? I hope he is well.”

    That was the first thing Diego Medina said to Brett Williams upon meeting him in the arrivals area of the Barcelona-El Prat airport.

    “Your guess is as good as mine,” Brett answered. “I haven’t seen him for six months or more. I’ve been in London. I haven’t been in New York for more than a year. You two are business partners, so I probably would be asking you how my father was, if I were interested in knowing how he was.”

    Medina had found out what he wanted to know without directly asking if the young man standing before him—stylishly dressed, impeccably groomed, sexy, and a very attractive platinum blond of barely twenty years—was still estranged from his father, Brandon Williams, the American director of the electronics corporation for which Medina held down the Spanish holdings. Since Medina left the next day for a corporate meeting in New York himself, he wouldn’t have to mention to the father now that Brett was in his Barcelona flat. It also gave Medina an idea of how far he could go with the young man without worrying about how his business partner would take it.

    “It is good of you to occupy my flat for me for the two weeks I’ll be gone,” Medina said.

    “It’s my pleasure,” Brett answered, taking a good look at the Spaniard, who was his father’s age—almost fifty, if not a bit beyond, but who had taken better care of himself than Brett’s father had. He was a good-looking man—heavy, but more to be described as solid. His body was in the right proportions if a little stocky. He dressed expensively, with casual elegance, with a silk shirt open enough down the front to show a gold medallion on a chain and brownish-gray curly chest hair. His head hair was wavy, and he had his sunglasses perched there and a cashmere sweater draped on his back, the arms tied at his chest, in a fashion that was out of style everywhere but, on him, looked very continental and classic. His hands were expressive and didn’t stop long enough for Brett to count the number of gold rings he displayed.

    If it might be thought that Brett was checking the Spaniard out as a possible sex partner, he was. Brett was highly sexed. He had very low standards, but he wouldn’t have to lower them for Medina.

    “I could use the vacation and I hate the dreariness of London in this season,” Brett continued, as Medina’s chauffeur took his bag from him and he and Medina followed the driver out to the hourly parking area. Medina placed a hand on the small of Brett’s back and chatted as they walked.

    Brett took the possessive gesture in the vein in which it was extended, and Medina clearly could feel Brett tense immediately but then relax under the pressure of the hand.

    “I hope you aren’t too tired. I want to show you my favorite restaurant tonight and then I wish to introduce you to some of my friends who can help show you Barcelona and keep you from being bored while I’m gone. You do play billiards, don’t you?”

    “I play pool,” Brett answered.

    “We’ll be happy to help you transcend over to the more gentlemanly sport. I understand that you have moved significantly up into the gentlemen’s world. The friends I will introduce you to are in that world in Barcelona.”

    Medina was saying more, but Brett was smitten with the Maserati sedan that awaited them in the parking lot. “The car will, of course, be at your disposal while I’m gone. I’ll leave you Fausto’s number and he will come for you on short notice any time you need him.”

    Brett and Fausto gave each other a quick body scan and Brett decided he might, in fact, be calling on the dark and handsome chauffer to come for him while he was here.

    “You’re so generous,” Brett said. “We’ll have to think of some way I can show my appreciation.”

    “I don’t believe we need to think too hard upon that to settle on something, Brett.” Again the easy Spanish smile.

    The restaurant Diego took Brett to indeed was a fabulous one on the Barcelona waterfront, but Brett quickly decided it wouldn’t be one he’d be going to at his own expense. His father’s business partner certainly was being generous to him. He hadn’t thought twice when given the opportunity to fly to Barcelona at Medina’s expense and watch over the man’s flat in a fashionable area of the city center, on Carrer dels Tallers, while the executive was gone. Medina flew out for New York the next morning. And that being the case, Brett was surprised that Medina said they’d be going to a bar and pool hall on Carrer de Villarroel named Manuel’s Lounge after dinner. They didn’t get out of the restaurant until after 10:00 p.m. Of course, this was early in Spain. The dinner hour was just getting going when they left.

    “These are the friends I wanted you to meet,” Medina said when they reached Manuel’s Lounge. As they had approached it, Medina had pointed out that this street and one running parallel to it, Carrer de Casanova, were the center of Barcelona’s gay district and might be an area he’d want to avoid when he was out by himself. “If that’s a district you would want to avoid,” he said, turning a searching eye on Brett; giving him an opportunity to turn this evening around, if he wished. Brett just smiled back and didn’t say anything.

    Manuel’s Lounge certainly met the “gay district” criterion. It’s was obviously an all-male watering hole, but it was one of diverse application. They walked through a bar area that was mainly catering to an age split of men—some were young and among these some were professionals and others were drifter types and then there were areas of the room dominated by older men, looking fairly well heeled and ogling the young men. They all ogled Brett as Medina guided him by them. At the back of the room, two other rooms were sectioned off. There was a pool hall, dominated by younger men and then the room where Medina led Brett—a room with billiard tables, in use primarily by the older, more wealthy clientele.

    Medina introduced Brett around to the men who were playing at one of the tables. “Sebastian Acosta. He owns a winery in the countryside north of Barcelona.” The youngest of the men Brett was introduced to, Acosta was also the most in shape and muscular, no doubt because he probably worked with the vines himself. He had something of a thuggish appearance, but in a sexy way the Spanish men were prone to be. He gave Brett an openly assessing look as Medina turned to the next, significantly older, and to Brett’s experienced eye, more patrician British man. “Alastair Cowden, retired here from England. He was a senior partner of our firm. Now he explores the Mediterranean in his yacht, ported here in Barcelona.” The man was tall and gaunt. He’d been handsome at one time, but the ravishes of time hadn’t been polite to him.

    “And this is Valentino Nardo, he’s into movies.” The short, somewhat pudgy and baldheaded man held out his hand to Brett. When they shook, the man folded his index finger into Brett’s palm and rubbed. He smiled when it was evident that Brett knew what he was signaling. He was declaring himself a top and checking on whether Brett was a submissive. By not pulling his hand away, Brett was affirming that. Brett, in fact, knew the name Valentino Nardo and what kind of films the man produced. “He’s Italian, comes here periodically to recruit talent,” Medina added.

    “Yes, I know of Mr. Nardo’s work,” Brett said. He returned Nardo’s smile and the Italian took his time giving up Brett’s hand.

    “Would you like to join in on the billiards?” Cowden asked in a raspy voice. He handed Brett a billiard cue, and Brett accepted it.

    “Perhaps I’ll watch for a while to see how it’s played,” he said and positioned himself in the doorway into the main bar room. He watched the other men play—it didn’t take them long to become engrossed in their play, and Brett understood that Medina hadn’t been making it up when he said he and his friends met here regularly to play. They played fast, expertly, and nearly silently.

    From his vantage point, Brett could both watch the play and at least pretend that he was trying to understand the game and also look out into the main bar and case out the men there. He was leaning into the frame of the door with one of his legs bent and his foot pressed against the door frame. In this pose, he was as much being ogled from the bar room—and surreptitiously from time to time by the old friends playing billiards as well—as he was ogling.

    Seeing a young man, swarthy and sexy, sinewy and sultry, come into the bar off the street piqued Brett’s attention. Sensing something worthwhile was looking at him, the young man scanned the room with his eyes and lit on Brett. The two eyed each other—the foxy, dark, dangerous-looking stud and the almost androgynously angelic platinum blond beauty—and both sparks and an understanding flowed between them from across the room.

    The foxy man nodded at Brett and slowly moved toward the corridor to what lay behind the club rooms.

    “I’m going out for a smoke for a few minutes,” Brett told the men at the billiards table. A couple of them nodded tersely without looking up, but they clearly were focused on their game. Perhaps this had all moved too quickly and smoothly for Medina in the unfolding of his plan. He obviously thought he’d established Bret as the entertainment for he and his friends later in the evening. He didn’t taken into account that Bret had his own ideas about the evening’s entertainment.

    Bret pulled himself away from the door frame and moved toward the corridor to what lay behind the club rooms.

    The room, not much bigger than a closet—a one commode bathroom, it turned out—was dark when Brett entered behind the fox. The door was slammed shut behind him and the lock turned with him getting but a glance of what fixture was where. The light wasn’t turned on, but he knew, as his knee hit the bowl of the toilet that he was being leaned over the commode. Strong hands grasped his wrists and raised and spread his arms. The palm of his hands were pressed against the cool tiles of the wall behind the toilet. He heard the man mutter something in Spanish, and decided he’d guessed right when he left his hands pressed against the wall when the man’s hands were taken away.

    Brett didn’t cry out. He was excited by this. It was a shock, though, when the man grabbed his hair and hit his head against the tiled wall. It didn’t do damage, but it dazed him. Arms came around his waist and his belt buckle was being undone, his trousers unzipped, and this trousers and briefs pulled down to his ankles.

    Brett laughed and then muttered, “Yes, yes . . . si. Oh, fuck, si, si,” and then moaned as the man went down on his knees behind him, separated his butt cheeks with his hands, and buried his face in Brett’s crack. Then, when he was eating Brett’s ass out, with Brett muttering, “si, si,” over and over again, he reached between Brett’s thighs, grasped his cock, and milked it.

    When Brett came, crying out, “Fuck, yes!” which was quickly, as he had been keyed up and wondering how he was going to get this evening exactly what he was getting, the young fox man stood up, grasped Brett’s hips with his hands, positioned the bulb of his cock, and thrust up, hard, inside Brett’s channel.

    Brett jerked, gave a little cry, and moaned. The man grabbed his hair again, bounced his head against the tiles again, and then, pulling Brett’s head back cruelly into his shoulder, pumped him in earnest to his own ejaculation. Early in the pumping, Brett relaxed and concentrated on the cock working inside him. He was getting what he wanted. When the stranger had come, he pushed Brett, belly down, onto the commode, bounced Brett’s head against the toilet tank—lightly, not hard enough to raise a bruise—adjusted his own clothes, and left the water closet.

    The phantom man muttered the words “Inglés puta”—English slut—as he walked away,

    Brett turned on the light, assessed the damage, of which not much was apparent, leaned over the sink as he washed himself, and stared into the mirror. He gave a little smile. This is what he’d wanted. This was what turned him on the most—an anonymous stranger from off the street. He pulled his briefs and trousers up, adjusted his clothing, looked at himself from this angle and that in the mirror to ensure that he was still beautiful, and went back to the billiard’s room. He leaned into the frame of the door again, where he could see and be seen from both directions. The foxy stud wasn’t to be seen in the bar room, though. He’d already gotten what he came for.

    The older men taken up with their billiards game didn’t seem to have missed him. He almost wished they had, so that they wouldn’t be so smugly assured about him.

    * * * *

    Diego Medina’s flat, on the third floor of an architecturally interesting old building overlooking the narrow Carrer dels Tallers, made narrower by the open-air street cafés below, was as impressive as everything else Medina exhibited. The rooms were large and ornate, the ceilings were high, and the windows were mostly French doors leading out onto small balconies. The layout was formal, with separate living room, dining room, kitchen—with an unoccupied maid’s room behind it—library, and two bedrooms, each with an en suite bath of generous proportions and expensive fittings.

    The two men sat, drinking brandy, on a leather sofa facing a fireplace, with a fire set, and chatted briefly. Medina moved closer to Brett, who was sitting in the corner of the couch, and pulled the young man to him. Brett didn’t resist, and when Medina came in for a kiss, Brett opened to him. He ran his hand down into Median’s open shirt front, opening other buttons as his hand glided down the muscular, hairy chest. They were still locked in a kiss when he pulled Medina’s shirt tail out and then unzipped him, and took possession of the man’s hard cock.

    Coming out of the kiss, Medina unbuttoned Brett’s shirt, pulled it off the young man’s back, tossed it to the side, and, turning Brett’s back to the arm of the sofa and hovering over him, let his mouth explore the luscious blond’s chest and nipples. Brett had lost hand contact with the older man’s cock, and Medina, in turn, unzipped Brett’s trousers, fished out his cock, and slow stroked it.

    As he was stroking Brett, he lay his cheek on Brett’s chest, and murmured what the “deal” was. “There are two thousand euros on the table over there, Brett.” The young man had, in fact, seen Medina put the roll of bills on the table as he’d returned with brandy glasses. “Your service in London told me that the going rate for you was five hundred euros for a night. What I’ve put over there will cover Sebastian, Alastair, and Valentino. They all wanted in. I have left cell phone numbers for them there too. You will call them to arrange your meetings. If you decide not to meet one of them, don’t take their five hundred euros. If other meetings are desired by you both while you are here, they will pay more, of course. The other five hundred is for me. You will lay under me, yes?”

    “Yes, of course,” Brett answered, he arms going around Medina’s torso and palming his shoulder blades.

    “Now, here.”

    “Yes.”

    “And for the rest of the night, in my bed?”

    “Yes.”

    Medina went up on his knees long enough to pull Brett’s trousers and briefs off his legs and then to do so for himself as well. Brett turned more onto his back against the sofa arm, raised and spread his legs as Medina moved in on his knees, and rolled his pelvis up to Medina’s hard cock. He gave a groan and a low moan as the older man entered him. They locked eyes. Brett had mastered the art of showing a mixture of pain and pleasure and awe in his eyes as a client drove his cock up inside him. The look wasn’t lost on Medina, who gave a low moan himself, and began to pump. Brett dug his fingernails into the man’s shoulder blades, and murmured, “Yes, fuck me. Si, si. You’re so big. Give it to me. Just like that.”

    The golden words that every man wants to hear from a lovely sex partner.

    “Oh, god, yes! Drive it in me!” Brett cried out. Whether or not the added passion was a prostitute’s trained pretense, it had the desired effect of increasing Medina’s arousal and thrust response.

    And, having paid big bucks to get the London male whore in this position as a present for his three friends, Medina did just that.

    * * * *

    Sunlight was flooding Diego Medina’s bedroom through two open French doors out onto mere inches of balcony depth when Brett opened his eyes. He groaned. He was on his back and his legs were spread and bent—the most comfortable position he could take at the moment. Who knew that he could take so much cock in the night? Who knew that a man as old as Diego Medina could get it up that often and keep it hard that long? He had really gotten his money’s worth. Brett’s jaw was sore. He gave a little smile of pleasure for managing to have been touched and well worked deep inside him. That didn’t happen often in his profession.

    It gave him an added thrill to have been screwed by his father’s business partner.

    He stirred, preparing to roll out of the bed, but a beefy arm flopped down across him and he heard a grunt from next to him in the bed. He tried to lift the arm off him, but that brought the man awake and Fausto, the chauffeur growled, “No you don’t. I’m gonna do you again.” He rolled over on top of Brett. He was a heavy man—young and muscular. A man of the street, which is why he was in bed, although Brett couldn’t remember having asked him to be in bed with him. He couldn’t remember when Medina and Fausto exchanged places—or whether they double fucked him before they did.

    “Enough,” Brett muttered, and made to roll out from underneath the hunk of a man. Fausto slapped him across the face.

    “I’m not done yet, puta”—whore. “Take it,” Fausto muttered, pressing his body down on Brett and grabbing for Brett’s wrists. The bulb of his cock found Brett’s hole and he slid in.

    Aroused by the domination and rough treatment, Brett fell back onto the pillows. He wrapped his legs around Fausto’s thighs, underneath the man’s buttocks, and Fausto started plowing him in vigorous, deep strokes. That’s why his jaw was sore, Brett now remembered. He’d struggled last night too, and Fausto had subdued him with two slaps to the face, calling him a whore then too. Whether or not the chauffeur was canny enough to realize it, it’s what worked best with Brett. He had to play the high-class male hooker so much that, for himself, for his own pleasure, he wanted something rougher, something taken from him, with a little force. He wanted a stranger off the street. Fausto hadn’t beaten him badly. It was as if he knew where the limits were. He’d just dominated Brett and Brett had dutifully fallen into the role of submissive.

    That’s what he did now too. He lay back, put his hips into motion to take Fausto rhythmically, and held the man’s buttocks close against him with his legs wrapped around Fausto’s thighs. They rocked against each other for a good fifteen minutes, Fausto grunting and whispering dirty words in Spanish in Brett’s ear as Brett moaned low and whispered “si, si” in Spanish and other words of encouragement and pleasure in French, which Fausto seemed to have some grip on and was the only language other than English that Brett knew. They came almost simultaneously, which was a point in the chauffeur’s favor over Medina who, despite his age, had gotten it up four times but couldn’t deliver on Brett’s schedule any of those times.

    After they had fucked the last time, with Medina on his back and Brett riding his cock cowboy style, Diego had whispered a few warnings about his friends. “You’ll have to be patient with Cowden. He needs pills and even then doesn’t always get hard enough or get off from penetration. You’ll probably have to suck him off after he’s tried getting inside your ass and failed. He’s good for conversation if he can’t perform, though, and would be content with that if you don’t make him feel guilty.

    And watch out for Acosta. He can be nasty. He’s a real thug. Came from the streets. Nardo is OK, but he’ll want to film you. He’ll tell you it’s for private viewing, but if he brings another couple of guys with cameras, make him pay more up front—that film is going to show in the art houses and then on the Internet.” Then the older man had turned on his side and was snoring within minutes.

    Five hours later, he was up walking around, finishing his packing, and Fausto, the chauffeur, was standing in the doorway, waiting to take the luggage to the car, but his eyes on Brett, stretched out, naked, on the bed. Brett had the sensation that Fausto had already fucked him at that point.

    Fausto would certainly declare, if challenged, that Brett invited him back, and into bed again, after he’d delivered Medina to the airport. Brett couldn’t remember having done so, but the man was a hunk and was from the street—and he slapped Brett around a bit that first time when he returned and got forceful with him and called him dirty names. And he’d proved to have been a real stud—young, vigorous, virile, forceful, and hung. After it had been done, Brett didn’t have anything to complain about.

    After this fuck, Fausto let Brett get out of the bed and pad off to the bathroom. Brett came back after soaking in the tub to answer a ringing phone. Fausto was gone.

    “Alastair here,” Brett heard when he picked up the phone. The previous night Diego had told Brett that he should call the clients to make arrangements for their encounters, but obviously the Britisher, Cowden, was too anxious to wait for Brett’s call.

    “I’m taking the yacht up the French Riviera this afternoon. Coming back tomorrow. I wanted to be sure I wasn’t out of range when you called. I thought you might want to go with me. We’d be back by dinnertime tomorrow.”

    A day and a half on a boat with a man who looked like a skeleton and needed pills to get it up—and sometimes couldn’t get it up even then? Brett thought. He wasn’t ready for that. “I’m sorry, but I’m exhausted today. Jet lag. How about later in the week, or maybe early next week?”

    The man was disappointed, but Brett made a date for the weekend on the yacht and that satisfied Cowden enough to get him off the line.

    The phone rang again as soon as Brett put it down. It was the winery owner, Sebastian Acosta, who was quite direct. “I have tickets to a prize fight tonight. I want to take you to that and then take you to a hotel and fuck the shit out of you.”

    Brett asked the man what time he’d pick him up.

    He was in the kitchen, eating his breakfast at 1:00 p.m., when Valentino Nardo called. “We will be filming at an old palace by the sea the day after tomorrow. The palace is fabulous as are the art works in it. You should see the gold gilt on the bed in the master bedroom. I thought you might like to—”

    “Are you planning for me to be in that film—and on that bed?” Brett interrupted to ask.

    It took a moment for Nardo to catch up to him. “It’s a very nice bed, and I believe I have paid for—”

    “You paid for private sex, Mr. Nardo. I know about the movies you make. I don’t mind if you fuck me on film for distribution, but it would cost you another thousand euros—up front. Are you interested?”

    He was interested, and the date was made.

    His breakfast finished, Brett went into the bathroom of the guest room, where his suitcase was but he hadn’t spent any time in there yet, and showered again, making sure to clean himself out very well. He picked a form-fitting T-shirt and low rise, worn jeans from his suitcase and ferreted around in there until he came up with rope sandals. That was all he needed to take the walk he felt like taking. Fausto hadn’t finished him; he’d just whetted his appetite.

    * * * *

    Diego had warned Brett about coming into the heart of the Barcelona gay district alone. The gay community in Barcelona was large—and bold, he’d said. Brett had listened to Diego say this, making his eyes go big, and clucking in apprehension—trying not to think at the same time of the sexy fox man who had fucked him in the dark water closet at Manuel’s Lounge the previous night—who had taken him hard and banged his head against the wall and the toilet tank to subdue him and correctly called him a puta—and how he had loved the fuck.

    Diego had warned him, in particular, about the men loitering on the Carrer de Casanova, the street parallel to the Carrer de Villarroel, where Manuel’s Lounge had been located.

    “When these men see a man they want to fuck, they just follow him until they can get him alone, and then they fuck the stuffing out of him,” Diego had said.

    “Really? How cruel. Just strangers off the street like that?” he asked, turning his face away so that Medina couldn’t see his slight smile.

    “Yes, just like that. Grabbing and fucking men who are on the Carrer de Casanova just to find some hookup with a suitable person, like you or me—and they grab them and have their way with them by force.”

    “Thank you for warning me,” Brett had said in a breathless voice, not telling Medina, of course, why he was breathless.

    Brett left the flat on foot and walked the short distance to the Carrer de Casanova. He started at one end and walked to the other. Then he turned and walked back. On his first circuit, he attracted the attention of several men who were leaning against walls of the buildings on the street and smoking and chatting with each other. As he passed them, many ogled him from when he first came into sight until he had passed out of sight. More than one man gave him a wolf whistle. Several even called out to him, some telling him what they could do with him, some telling him what he could do for them. They’d start with Spanish and then when he didn’t react, they tried other languages. If they happened on English or French, he’d given them appreciative glances. By his second circuit, they knew to try English or French. When he passed a couple of bruisers, leaning against a wall, smoking and smirking, and one of them called out in English or French what they would like to do with him—to him—he stopped abruptly, turned and smiled at them, and then continued on his way.

    With a little thrill, Brett learned from this walk that, on the whole, the strangers loitering and ogling walkers on the Carrer de Casanova were sexier and more brutish looking than he’d found on the streets of London.

    On his second circuit, he stopped, one of the men built in more graphic terms on what he’d said before that he’d like to do to Brett, and Brett nodded slightly in their direction. One of them tossed out the “puta” challenge at him, flipping Bret and underhanded bird, and he just smiled seductively at the man and walked on. This time when Brett walked on, back toward the flat, the two pushed off of the wall and followed him. They followed him via several streets back to the Carrer dels Tallers. They followed him into the building where Diego Medina’s flat was located. They followed him up two flights and to where he paused at the flat door.

    Brett didn’t let them into the flat, though. Carlos and Milo didn’t let him. Carlos, tall, muscular, and swarthy, backed Brett up against the wall next to the flat door with his body and leaned in for a deep, possessive kiss, becoming busy with his hands in exposing Brett’s naked body. Carlos fucked Brett right there, standing against the wall, beside the door, Brett trapped between him and the wall while Milo, also tall, muscular, and swarthy, went through the pockets of Brett’s discarded jeans, found the flat key, and let himself in. Brett hooked his knees on Carlo’s hips and took the Spanish stud’s huge cock hard and deep to a mutual ejaculation.

    Also nicely cocked, Milo fucked him doggie style over the arm of the same leather sofa Diego had fucked him on the previous night. Milo was similar enough to Carlos in every way, including the upward curve of his dark-brown cock, that Brett never did tell them apart and was never sure when one left off fucking him and turned him over to the other. Milo, crouched over Brett’s back, was sunk into the sofa cushion with his knees, while Carlos stood on the other side of the sofa arm and fed his cock deep down Brett’s throat. At some point Brett thought the two might have changed places, but they were too much alike to tell apart in the short time they used and abused Brett’s body.

    Before they left, they had Brett together, both of them astonished on how much into the fuck he himself was. The two thugs lay on the sofa, their heads on opposite sofa arms, their legs overlapping each other’s so that their cocks were bundled together. Brett was mounted on both cocks—taking them together in his passage, and crouched at the center of the sofa, facing the front of the sofa, and stretching his arms over the back of the sofa in either direction to maintain his balance. He rose and fell on the cocks, taking them deeper with each movement, until all three of them were huffing and puffing and excitedly crying out in the passion of a shared explosion.

    Each of the thugs, Carlos and Milo, fucked Brett again individually, while the other did his share of emptying the refrigerator of beer. They knocked Brett about a bit too, all of which he took like a trooper.

    When they left the flat, leaving Brett in a fetal ball on the floor in front of the sofa, panting and moaning contentedly, they took a souvenir—but just one—with them. It took Brett a week to find a replacement of the bronze table statue that appeared to be one of Goliath fucking David, and the replacement was expensive. But it had been worth it to Brett. Two strangers from off the street. When they had left, he stretched out on the floor and masturbated to a reliving of what they had done with him and to him.

    * * * *

    A developing bruise check in front of the guest room bathroom mirror when Brett was able to scrape himself off the living room floor revealed that he really should call Sebastian Acosta and beg off that evening, but the thought of watching fit men beating on each other in the ring with a thug like Acosta sitting next to him, both of them thinking about what they’d be doing afterward convinced him to carry through with the date.

    The evening was everything he had dreamed it would be. Spanish prize fighting was as brutal as their bull fighting was. In fact the thought of bulls went all the way through watching three matches of one human bull beating another one to a pulp and to having Acosta move Brett’s hand to his package during one of the fights and Brett discovering that Acosta too was a hung bull.

    And Acosta was ready for Brett long before the prize fights were over. He couldn’t keep his hands off Brett as the two watched the blood lusting and letting in the ring. And Brett was so much into the mood too that he shot a load in his trousers while their eyes were glued to the ring and Acosta was pawing his crotch. Brett was embarrassed, but Acosta just laughed.

    “I hope you saved some for later,” he quipped.

    Brett had saved some for later and more for later than that. They didn’t make it to the hotel before they had sex. They did make it to the hotel for a night of vigorous sex, but, for the initial bout, they only made it as far as Acosta’s Alfa Romeo in the shadows of a parking garage. When Brett came up for air from kneeling in the well of the car and sucking Acosta ready for action, the big thug raised Brett up, pulled him down into his lap, skewering him on a gigantic cock, and slammed him up and down on his throbbing shaft, while he controlled Brett’s breathing by choking his throat with both hands and Brett flopped around like a rag doll.

    Acosta was no less brutal with Brett in the hotel room later, fucking him in every demanding position he could come up with, again using a choke hold to control Brett’s breathing and to keep the young prostitute totally docile to everything Acosta did with him.

    Brett loved it, but Acosta had to take him back to Medina’s flat, carry him up the stairs, and deposit him inside the door of the flat, where Brett lay, moaning for nearly an hour before he was able to drag himself into the guest bathroom, soak in the tub, and assess the damage.

    One thing was for sure. He wasn’t going to be able to do a porn movie with Valentino Nardo the next day. He called Nardo, who was of another opinion. He wanted to film a scene with the bruises—but then he’d be happy to film another scene when they were gone. And he was quite willing to pay extra for it. Brett clicked off the phone with the feeling that he wasn’t charging enough for this film work.

    He dragged into the kitchen and made another 1:00 p.m. breakfast. When he was done, he went into the guest room and picked out a fresh form-fitting T-shirt. The low-rise jeans from yesterday would be fine again, as would be the rope sandals.

    He left the flat on foot and walked toward the Carrer de Casanova and the lineup of the strangers from the street. He was on vacation. He’d manage with Cowden and Nardo. He’d already managed with Medina and Acosta. But when Diego Medina had invited him to house sit in Barcelona, he’d presented it as a chance for Brett to have a vacation. Vacation for Brett was strangers off the street, not the wealthier and more refined types of gentlemen he serviced in London—not that Sebastian Acosta, Brett thought, with a smile, had in any way been a gentleman. If he had to beg off of sex here in Barcelona, it would be from Cowden and Nardo, not the strangers off the street.


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  • Nocturnal Emissions

    My father took an early retirement and decided he wanted a holiday house near the beach. I thought that was great idea. I loved the beach and so did my my own family, especially my son Toby. Toby was totally into swimming. He had been a star on his high school swim team and, at 18, was now a star on his college swim team.

    My dad found something very suitable and rang me to tell me all about. He said it needed some work but was well presented enough to be able to use straight away. All it needed was furniture. He also made it clear that he wanted it to used by the whole family and not just somewhere he would stay.

    “Peter,” he said, “this is for the entire Onan family to enjoy. I know you and your brother loved beach holidays and it’s the same with your own families.  It only needs a little work and for bedrooms to be set up. Why don’t you go down this weekend and take a look.”

    He’d had a bed delivered for the master bedroom so I decided to go check it out and stay overnight. When I told my wife and Toby, Toby was so happy he just had to see it. He eventually wore me down and I agreed we’d go for the day and see if we could pick up a sofa bed on the way.

    As it turned out all the stores along the way were everything but furniture stores so we were faced with sharing the only bed. We’d done that only a few camping trips so that didn’t seem a problem.  

    It had been a hot day and the air-conditioning looked old and not likely to work very well. Toby was just happy to hit the beach as soon as we arrived and spend the rest of the afternoon swimming while I tinkered around in the house.

    The house didn’t cool down for hours and even when it did, it was still stifling. We had something for dinner and sat waiting for it cool down. Even at 10 pm it was still hot so we decided to hit the sack.

    Because of the heat we had just a single sheet on the bed and were wearing boxer shorts.

    Toby eventually dozed on and off but I didn’t. It got to 2am according to the bedside clock, and I was still awake and now I needed a piss.

    I quietly slid off the bed and into the bathroom.

    A faint beam of light from a streetlight shone into the bathroom, just enough to see the toilet bowl so I didn’t need to switch on the light.

    “Just as good,” I thought, as I pulled down the waistband of my boxers, “I bet if I did  switch it on, I’d have woken up the Toby.”

    I could feel a layer of perspiration all over me. I could even feel my arse crack was moist.

    “It’s too hot to wear these,” I thought, slipping off my boxers. I’ll put them back on later before Toby wakes up. Maybe I’ll even get some sleep without them.”

    I headed back to the bed. The light from outside just allowed me to make out the bed. Toby was still asleep, turned on his side facing away.

    I quietly lay down. Even though it was warm air, it felt good on my bare cock and balls.  After a while I turned on his side to allow the air to reach my arse and, in that position I must have drifted to sleep.

    I woke up again, this time not because the heat. I has laying on my back now and Toby had stirred and rolled over in my direction. He was breathing hard.

    He moved again and let out a groan and I felt his arm flop over my chest.  I tried to gently lift it off when, suddenly, his leg went over my thighs.

    “Oh shit!,” I thought, “he might feel my bare dick. I hope he doesn’t wake up.”

    He didn’t wake up. He continued to breath hard and make soft groaning noises. He also pulled himself in closer to my body. As he did, his leg moved down so it lay across my legs and then I felt it.

    Toby had an erection.

    He pulled himself in closer to me and started humping my thigh in his sleep.

    He must have managed to wriggle out of his boxers while I had dozed off, so his hard, bared dick was rubbing directly onto my bare skin.

    “Just stay calm,” I thought to himself. “If he wakes up now, he will be so embarrassed. Just wait, he’ll roll off in a second.”

    But he didn’t.

    He continued humping, his hard dick mashing up and down against my thigh. Because he was asleep, he was just thrusting randomly so sometimes it went over my thigh and poked my dick and balls.

    His heavy breathing and humping had made me hard now. I was frozen in the spot. He had me in an embrace so I couldn’t move without risking waking him up. I had no choice but to wait and see if he would roll off.

    Suddenly Toby’s arm tightened it’s hold on me. He pulled me in closer and his humping grew more violent.

    Then he gasped.

    I felt the unmistakeable sensation of hot sperm burning against my cock. Another blast went across my crotch, dowsing my already sweaty pubes with cum.

    Then, as suddenly as it had started, he let me go and rolled over on his side facing away from me.

    He breathing became more regular and settled into a little snore. He was still fast sleep.

    I slid out if the bed and noticed the first rays of sunlight shining through the curtains.  It made the dollops of cum all over my dick and stomach glisten.

    I wasn’t likely to get any more sleep now so grabbed my board shorts and quietly left the house for a swim to clean myself up.

    I was swimming about half an hour when I saw Toby walking out of the house toward the beach. He was wearing his speedos and came running down to the water.

    “This is it,” I thought.

    “Hey dad,” he yelped.

    “You having an early morning swim too? That’s getting into the spirit.  How did you sleep? I slept like a log. I’m going to love this place.”

  • Gregory

    SEX AGOGO FOR GREGORY

    An Imaginary Homoerotic Tale

    By

    Jason Land

    This is the third and last of three related stories which are entitled as follows:

    First Time Fears Overcome

    Gay Sex for Gregory

    Sex Agogo for Gregory.

    Although each is a standalone story, they concern many of the same characters and should be read in the order above, in which I wrote them.


    CHAPTER 1

    Gregory Parry, who is known to all as Greg, the main character in the present story, has just commenced his freshman year in the Medical Faculty of the University of California in Berkeley.  Greg is a well set up very muscular youngman just over six feet tall. He is extremely well endowed in the man-meat department, for he has a large rubbery penis almost eight inches long when soft, which sits on a pair of balls held tightly to his body. When hard, as it often is, his cock measures at least nine and a half inches in length; but depending on just how horny he feels as he gets ready for sex, his cock can stretch to a magnificent ten inches plus, with a commensurate girth; so all in all, Greg offers a formidable weapon to any sex partner, one which few guys can equal.

    But length and girth apart, Greg has what can but be described as a beautiful cock.  Like most American males of his generation, he has been circumcised and the doctor who performed that operation did a magnificent job; Greg’s cock today has a superbly defined head with a magnificent rim or corona which sets it off from the shaft.  Greg himself has further enhanced his sexual charm by wearing a three component trianguloid cock ring: one large ring encircles the root of his cock and scrotum; a lower ring then encircles his balls and holds them tight to his body, whilst an upper ring, set at an angle, holds his soft cock; this being of a rather rubbery consistency, hangs away in an attractive curve. 

    The overall, effect of the ring encircled cock and balls is quite stunning.  His cock and balls together appear to form one formidable tool. So when soft, Greg’s equipment looks very attractive indeed: no deflated balloon dangling between the legs for Greg! It is further enhanced by the fact that Greg has adopted the practice of having all his pubic hair removed so that nothing interferes with the beauty of his formidable fucking equipment.

    Since his initiation into gay sex, Greg has learned the value of his potent assets and is ever ready to use them.  In a word, Greg has turned from a shrinking violet of a virgin into a highly attractive and active gay young stud, who has quickly adapted himself to the gay life style. But Greg is equally receptive to other guys’ assets; and so, with his attractive muscular physique, his nifty cock and a welcoming anus equipped with a good tight sphincter, he has to be considered as a rare gem and all set for a really happy and active gay sex life with other men.

    Were Greg a straight guy, the girls would be all over him and think him a stunning hunk. Unluckily for members of the female sex, they will never have the pleasure of any intimacy with Greg, for he is totally gay, from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes. Like many guys of his persuasion, he has eyes only for other men: but not any men. Greg has eyes only for muscular well set-up guys with big dicks: guys who could well be described as gay musclecock studs; guys who when looking at Greg see him in the same light as he sees them:  a stunningly, sexually, attractive proposition, in much the same way that females categorise muscular straight guys about whom they fantasise and whom they think, of as hunks.  In a word, Greg is just drop-dead, gorgeously attractive to any observing eyes and, not unexpectedly, other like minded studs gravitate towards him like bees to the honey pot, their eyes focusing enviously on the crown jewels between his legs.

    Whether Greg himself, as he sets out on his college career, realises just how attractive he is to other men is debatable; but he will soon find out. And so we find Greg one evening during his first week at UC Berkeley, in the shower room of the gymnasium where he has been vigorously working out, honing his already splendid physique to that unattainable level which is perfection.

    Greg was soaping himself up under the shower, when another guy entered the room, stripped off and stood under the shower next to him.  Normal protocol in such places is that the guys do not particularly ogle each other, but, nevertheless, it is only human that they do sneak a look at their companion’s credentials.  Greg, being human, did just that and was surprised to find that the young stud (yes, he was a stud!) was a truly attractive muscular guy with a cock equal to his own.  Greg also observed that his companion had pierced nipples and was wearing a well fitting pair of gold nipple rings, an adornment which Greg found particularly attractive. Greg also noted that his companion had had his pubic hair professionally barbered into an attractive triangular design, which really enhanced his cock and balls.

    Along with the visual attractiveness of this body jewellery and pubic hair presentation came a clear unspoken message: the guy under the next shower head was very probably gay.  Was this a fact? Could it be divined on the basis of a pair of pierced nipples?  Probably not; but the chances are that any guy who indulges in such bold pubic hair barbering and pectoral adornment is very likely to be gay.  In much the same way, does any straight guy wear the type of trianguloid cock ring which Greg was wearing; and do straight guys shave off their pubic hair?  Possibly; but improbably.  So the two guys under the showers assessing each other’s credentials each sent out an unspoken signal to the other which said: “Yes, I am gay; are you looking for action?”    

    So how did things progress from here?  There is always a little awkwardness even when both parties know exactly what they want, which of course they did; one or the other of them has to break the ice, for both of them know full well what is ultimately going to happen; it did not need putting into words. So Greg began: “Hi, I’m Greg: Gregory Parry. We don’t seem to have met before.” 

    “No, that’s right.  I’m Ben: Benjamin Wallace; You come here often to work out?”

    “My first time actually; I’m a freshman: first year medic; and you?”

    “I’m second year law. Listen Greg, why don’t we dry ourselves off, get dressed and go and have a bite to eat somewhere together?  Get to know one another a bit better as we both are clearly into body training.”

    And that was how these two hunks got together: eating a hamburger in a local joint.  By the time they had finished they had told each other a great deal about themselves, starting with the fact that they each had divined that the other was gay. Ben asked Greg where he was living: a fraternity house perhaps. No, Greg was just living in a room he had rented in an apartment house in Berkeley. He had  not applied to join a fraternity as he had heard horrific stories of the extreme hazing which went on in some of them, especially if the regular  guys realised one of their number was gay; so no, he preferred to live alone for the moment. Greg did not tell Ben about his weekend arrangements with his new-found partner Larry in San Francisco and his involvement in the Ringboy’s Naked Gym as a part time Naked Bodybuilding Assistant.   

    It turned out too that Ben did not belong to a fraternity in the normal sense of the word, but as he began to explain to Greg, there was an organisation called the Omega Phi (many of these American fraternal associations adopt names composed of letters from the Greek Alphabet) which catered for gay guys such as them. “Listen Greg, I live quite near here. Why don’t we go back to my place and continue our conversation there. It is much more comfortable there and I think you and I have a lot to talk about and also I have an idea I want to bounce off you.” 

    So the two young studs set off to Ben’s place which was about ten minutes walk from the hamburger joint where they had just eaten.  They walked in complete silence: no conversation. Each of them knew full well what they was going to happen once they arrived at their destination, but neither guy put his thoughts into words: in its own way it was the difficulty associated with a first time contact. Things were about to go way beyond the talking stage: both guys wanted to fuck!  This was not going to be a first time fuck for either guy, but it was the first time together and so that minor difficulty had to be got out of the way.

    For Greg, the walk back to Ben’s place was accompanied by a feeling of joyous anticipation tempered with a certain feeling of trepidation.  Sure he was quite confident of his sexual ability, which had been exercised to its limits at Ringboy’s Gym, but there the situation had been totally different; he had been among guys whom he now counted as his friends: guys who had led him from the wilderness of a sexless existence into the fulfilment of an active gay sex life, which he adored. That he knew how to fuck butt and satisfy his partner was beyond question; but today the situation was different. Here he was going back to Ben’s place where both of them knew exactly what was going to take place: he was going to have sex with Ben and Ben with him.      

    The mechanics of what was going to happen was clear; but here Greg was about to embark upon a sexual adventure with a man he had just met: totally uncharted waters with an experienced stud by the looks of it. How would it all pan out? Would he be able to perform? Why not? He was already getting hard just at the thought of what was ahead they arrived at Ben’s place; but he had those queasy butterfly feelings in his stomach nevertheless.  But what the fuck; Ben was just another guy: a very attractive and desirable guy: a guy whom Greg knew he wanted to fuck as soon as possible.  His own fast hardening man-meat told him all really needed to know: he was ready to fuck Ben and he wanted to do it immediately. He was just so very horny: it was quite unbelievable.

    CHAPTER 2 

    Ben had a really nice set-up, made up of a large bed-sitting room with a small fitted kitchenette in one corner and a separate bathroom.  The place was very well furnished for a student pad.

    But now that fatidic moment, the moment of truth was finally upon the two young men and someone had to make the first move.  It was obvious to Greg, whose cock by now was literally busting out of his pants ,that any further talking along the lines of getting to know each other a little better was going to be shelved in favour of some immediate physical action.

    It was again Greg, who was literally bursting at his sexual seams, who took the initiative:  “OK Ben, well here we are and I think that we both know what is going to happen next, don’t we?  We are going to have sex together, unless I have very badly misread all the signs to date. So, my friend, it seems to me that we need to decide who goes first. Do I fuck you and then you fuck me or vice-versa? We could, of course, toss a coin, but frankly Ben, I’m just so hot to get at your arse that I would be eternally grateful if you would let me take first shot. So how about it?”  

    Greg had chased any residual timidity and apprehension from his mind at that moment and observing the time honoured adage that he who hesitates is lost, he went up to Ben and started to pull his T shirt over his head.  It turned out that Ben was more than willing and within seconds the two young studs were facing one another totally naked. Greg had become so horny just thinking about what he intended to do to Ben with his huge cock already totally hard and already in the precum stage.  But Ben was not far behind him as he stood there with his own equipment on the rise.

    “How do you like it Ben: face up in the mission position or face down in the doggy pose?”  Ben gave no answer but simply pulled a thick roll-like pillow from under his bed, knelt in front of it and draped himself flat on his stomach and chest on the bed, resting bis head on the bed-pillow. His pose offered Greg bis arse in a perfect raised position for penetration. 

    “Ben, I have to tell you that I was taught by my mentors, all of whom are professional copulators, guys for whom fucking butt is part and parcel of their daily lives, always to practise safe sex; so I always fuck using a condom. These guys also recommended me never to go out anywhere without a supply of rubbers on me, as one never knew when one might need one. And tonight is a good example of their wisdom; when I went into the shower, I had no idea at all of the series of events which would follow. So, with your permission…”

    Greg reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a packet of two rubbers and a sachet of lubricant.  Rolling one rubber onto his hard member, he handed the other to Ben. “Ben, if I might make a suggestion; why don’t you put this on your own fuck-stick.  Gay sex is a wonderful experience: a toy which never ever fails to please; but it has one nasty corollary, especially for young studs like you and me; we tend to jerk out loads of cum as we ejaculate our sperm, which has messy consequences, especially when the bottom guy is flat on his face on a bed as you are. So by your using a condom as well as me, when you cum, which you will, for I always try to make my partner climax at the same time as I do myself, your cream will be caught in the rubber and we shall not finish up wallowing in a pool of cum on your bed sheets.  I know this sound horribly clinical but believe me it is a good idea.”     

    Ben concurred and did as asked. The Greg lubed up Ben’s arse and the show was ready to begin when Ben said:  “Listen Greg, I like it hard and long, so don’t hold back; just bang away at me for that is exactly what I want. I guess I really like hard-core anal sex; so just give it to me as hard as you can.”

    Greg was feeling particularly horny that night, thinking about the delights of fucking such a superb muscle stud and did as requested.

    Ben, as might well be expected of such a muscular young man, had a very tight anal sphincter which took some time to yield to Greg’s forcing. But once that muscle had relaxed, Greg gave Ben the full benefit of his massive ten inch long cock, as he bottomed his own pelvis against Ben.  He then withdrew his tool completely from Ben’s rectum and re-entered him with a single smooth, but very forceful thrust, which produced a gasp of pleasure from his partner.

    “That’s it; that’s just what I want: long forceful strokes; go on Greg, just fuck me as hard as you can; don’t hold back at all.”

    Greg, of course, needed little or no encouragement, for his natural technique was to be forceful. He gave stroke after stroke, each time practically withdrawing his cock from Ben’s hole completely until, nearing his climax, he did withdraw completely and bring himself and his partner to a simultaneous orgasm by means of two or three monumentally pounding strokes, where he withdrew his cock some two inches before re-entering his partner with perfect aim. 

    Greg had been in a state of sexual hypertension which had gradually built up as the two of them walked back to Ben’s place. So, when it finally came, the orgasm which Greg experienced was so intense he could hardly bear it. He ejaculated more cum than he had ever before produced, in series of forceful jerks as he pumped Ben’s hole repeatedly with all the force he could muster.

    Greg’s state of high tension transmitted itself to Ben, who also experienced a highly intense climax. “Jesus Greg, for a relative new-comer to the gay sex stakes, you really do know how to make a guy happy.  I kid you not, but that was just about the best fuck I think I have ever had in my life; and believe me, I’ve had a plenty!  My god, Greg, you are a true artist.  And what a magnificent piece of man-meat you have; how the fuck did you manage to develop it to that length and girth; and I just love that triple ring you are wearing?”      

    “You know, Greg, that performance gives credence to the saying that a good big’un beats a good little’un any day. You, Greg, have a sort of golden gun between your legs, my friend. Once word gets around here, I can tell you, you and your cock are going to be in great demand.  Anyway, Greg, it’s now my turn to show you how well I can perform when I really make an effort, so, shall we go for it? What’s your pleasure, Greg? Your wish, O master, is my command,” he concluded with a laugh.

    Greg lay down on his back on the bed, opened is legs, bent his knees and offered himself to Ben in the mission position.  Ben quickly oiled up Greg’s arse and within seconds was inside him with his equally formidable cock. Ben’s technique was unique, for at each stroke he withdrew his entire member from Greg’s hole and then quickly re-penetrated him.  He brought both himself and Greg to a simultaneous climax with a steady stream of long powerful but totally unhurried strokes which nevertheless culminated in another highly intense orgasm for both young men. Greg was in absolute heaven, as he felt the weight of Ben’s muscular torso on top of him.

    The two studs lay together for some minutes, cooling off after the effort.  “That Ben was one hell of a fuck you just gave me. My god; what an orgasm. You really are a super cocks-man Ben. And you know you have a very unique technique with your long and even strokes. It is quite different to anything I have ever experienced before. It does help, of course that you have lots of inches to offer your partner. You and I are a well matched pair when it comes to size. And I just love taking a really good sized piece of meat up my hole. You are dead right when you say that size does count for a lot. And let’s face it we both have size to offer!  But you know Ben, it was an absolutely terrific fuck and I reckon that I could tell blindfold if it was you fucking me; you fuck in such a distinct way: quite unique, I would say. So what happens next?”

    “Well Greg, we really seem to have got to know one another pretty quickly: a steep move up the experience curve, I’d say! Look here; there is a vacant room just like mine available in this place. Why don’t you consider taking it and move in. That way you would be close to a friend, for I already think of you as a friend even though we have only just met: an act of God, I’d say.  It’s great to know that you are near a like minded guy and that there is always a warm body waiting to make you welcome; so much better than being by yourself in some fuck-awful room. So what do you say?”

    Greg of course accepted and it was agreed that he would give notice on his present place and move into the same building as Ben. So almost immediately he was not alone in Berkeley. He had made a new friend, one with whom he could work out in the gym and who was a God-given sex partner. Could things have turned out better?

    Well, Ben had not yet finished with his ideas.     

    “Greg, we are neither of us in a fraternity house, but listen, I do belong to the next best thing: a sort of loose fraternity of gay guys like us who have banded together to sort of look after each other.  It’s called the Omega Phi Muscle-Cock Fraternity: It’s not a registered fraternity in the true sense of the word but a group of about fifteen or so of us have banded together to form a gay fraternal club, if I can describe it as such. All the members are gay guys just like you and me. We have a clubhouse where we hold our meetings and where we can go to relax, with all that that implies.  All the guys are real muscular studs with good sized cocks and all of us love to fuck, which I suppose is the real raison d’être for the place.”

     “Anyway Greg, I can tell you that you would be a very welcome addition to our group.  We do run it along the lines of a true fraternity, even though none of us actually live in our club premises. We do have some rules and regulations and there is a vetting process before any new member is admitted. If he is accepted then there is a formal induction process, much as there is in most fraternity houses. But there is no real hazing, which can often go much too far. At the worst, you might find yourself with a somewhat sore arse for a day or so, but that’s all.”

    “So, what do you say; shall I propose you for election as a member?  It would give you access to a great group of guys and one of the things we pledge fraternally is that we are willing to share our assets with our fraternity brothers. This means that you are never ever short of a welcoming arse should you feel the need; and it does happen, let me tell you!”

    Gregory agreed that he would join the club if accepted. 

    CHAPTER 3  

    It is hard to imagine that Greg’s first week at college could have been so momentous. Not only had he stumbled across a potentially excellent sex partner, but here he was on the brink of joining a club: a fraternity, for it was indeed more than just a club, of like-minded young men, who found it necessary to set themselves apart from the mainstream of the normal university fraternity, in order to be able to express and respond to their their sexual needs.

    So, Greg went back to San Francisco at the end of his first brief week at college in Berkeley, bubbling over with excitement, looking forward enormously to his weekend with Larry, to whom he recounted in greatest detailed his first week in Berkeley.  In spite of his sexual exploits with Ben, his heart was still with Larry. So this was the first of Greg’s public appearances as paid NBA at Ringboy’s Gym.

    You will recollect that Greg had been invited as a guest to spend a day at Ringboy’s and had been mistaken by a client called Daniel to be one of the NBAs. Well, the outcome had been that Greg had finished up fucking Daniel, who wanted what he described as a little anal stimulation. Anyway, it was evident that Greg, the neophyte gay, had been a hit, which was not at all surprising: he was a handsome muscular young stud with a large, attractive penis, which any gay guy would have been happy to experience.

    So successful and well received had Greg’s impromptu performance been, that Chris, the owner of the Gym had told him that as he was spending every weekend with Larry, a regular NBA at the gym, he could spend Saturday in the gym acting as a part-time paid NBA.  And that is now where we find Greg, together with his buddy, Larry.  Both guys are totally naked according to the rules of the gym, where once inside the gym proper, both staff and clients are required to shed to be totally naked.      

    All the NBAs on duty are available to service clients; by service is meant either to fuck the clients or to allow themselves to be fucked by clients. In general, it was the client who wanted what was generally referred to as anal stimulation, but occasionally the odd client would like to sink his own meat into an NBA and given the luscious attractiveness of a young guy like Greg, the inevitable happened and that first Saturday morning he was soon called upon to make his arse available. And it was Daniel who decided that he would like to fuck the young stud: the selfsame client whose arse Greg had serviced the previous week, when as a visitor himself he had been taken by Daniel as an NBA because of the triple cock-ring he was wearing.

    On that occasion he had been taken completely by surprise but Larry had smilingly urged him to go ahead, which he had done: Greg, barely out of the cradle of ignorance in matters sexual, had been found so attractive by Daniel, who had taken him as a professional assistant of the gym and he had found himself fucking one of the gym’s regular clients; nothing at all strange in this as this was precisely one of the services the gym offered. But now, the boot was other foot; the same client wanted to fuck butt himself, rather than be fucked and as he was now truly on the staff, albeit if only as a part-time employee, he could not but accede to the demand.

    Greg’s first reaction at Daniel’s request was one of panic; but then, thinking about things, he said to himself that just a few nights ago he had allowed Ben, a totally unknown guy, whom he had met in the Berkeley campus gym, to fuck his butt, so where was the difference?

    But before anything happened, Daniel saw Larry hovering around and suggested that he, Greg and Larry have a threesome in one of the private rooms. Greg heaved an inward sigh of relief that he would have his closest friend and a truly experienced NBA to hand. But he need not have worried as things went off very smoothly with a surprising and unexpected conclusion.

    Daniel, who was himself quite young, in his early thirties, was a very body conscious guy himself and had a sizeable cock, not to be compared with the tools sported by either Greg or Larry, but nevertheless a good sized weapon.  So quickly lubing themselves up, all three guys rolled on condoms and the fun began.  Daniel, as the client, first shafted Greg and gave him a good pounding but then, before he was anywhere near a climax, motioned to Larry to shaft him. So the three men were joined in a chain of sexual effort by their cocks.  And so it went on for an hour, as all three studs, for Daniel, the client, truly qualified as one, had a very enjoyable time together.

    What Daniel did for a living neither Greg nor Larry knew, but the previous week he had professed himself happily married. He had told Greg that he enjoyed an occasional dose of anal stimulation, something he could not get from his wife.  But Greg started to wonder about Daniel’s true sexuality as he had thrown himself so wholeheartedly into the little fuckfest which the three of them had just enjoyed. By any measure, what they had just done together could by no stretch of the imagination be classed as a little anal stimulation. No. what the three guys had just indulged in was a bout of really hard-core gay sex.   

    Daniel then invited Greg and Larry to join him in the spa pool by way of light relaxation. As the three of them lay there in the swirling warm water, Daniel suddenly decided to tell them something about himself.

    “Listen guys, I’ve not been totally frank with you. I told you last week that I was happily married with two children, but that I liked occasionally to have a little anal stimulation, which is what brought us together. Well, that is all true, but it is not the whole truth. The fact of the matter is guys, that I am bisexual, AC-DC so to speak. In other words I like sex with my wife, but I equally like sex with other men. I guess after today’s performance you might have thought that I was just gay, just like you two studs, but that it not the case.  I like to run with the hare and hunt with the hounds.”

    “Now my wife is fully aware of my sexual orientation and accepts it.  So, we are in fact happily married and I do have two lovely kids, whom I adore. But I still need to have sex with other men. So, to be clear I am totally faithful to my wife, totally and utterly, cross my heart and hope to die; but from time to time, I play the field with other guys I know who have the same desires as I do.” 

    “In a word, I belong to a group of happily married men, all of whom are bisexual like me. They like to have sex with their wives but, like me, they also need it with other men. So that’s how we came to have our little fuckfest today. I simply could not resist the allure of you two studs: big cocks and nice muscles and youth. It was absolutely wonderful for me and I hope that you both enjoyed our little frolic together as I think sex should be enjoyed by all partners.”

    “Anyway, so now I have told you the all the facts. I guess if I had not done so, you might have thought I was just gay which I am most definitely not.  But there is more: With a group of like minded guys, we have formed a sort of club which we call the ACDC. I come to Ringboy’s once a week, work out and usually get myself laid, as you two studs saw today.  Usually it’s just with one NBA as it was last week with you Greg; but today was an exception and I really did enjoy our little fuck-fest.  But the ACDC club meets about once a month and we have a really great sex party. What we normally do is to rent a room in a large hotel for the whole day and then we do our stuff behind locked doors.  It’s great fun.”

    “Now guys here’s the deal: I have a proposition for you.  Tomorrow afternoon and evening we are having an ACDC get together here in downtown San Francisco.  The guys know all about you via me and have commissioned me to ask you two if you would like to join us tomorrow and give us a little sex show: you know, some virtuoso fucking.  We all like to see young muscle and big cock in action and you two really do have what it takes: you are both just super attractive and super well-hung that I can see why the gym here employs you as NBAs. Now, if you accept, there is $500 up front for each for you, as we all realise that you two earn your living from your muscles and your cocks, especially that latter. So guys, what do you say?  Yes or no?”

    Greg and Larry gazed at each other in amazement; what an extraordinary offer to come out of the blue from one of the gym’s regular clients.  Greg raised bis eyebrows questioningly, to which Larry replied with an affirmative shrug of his shoulders, which without a word being uttered said:  “Why not.”     

    Larry took the lead and said: “OK Daniel, you’re on!  But you have to understand that neither of us has ever done anything like you envisage before. We do not have a series of set turns that we can trot out to please an audience like circus performers as it were.  So you will, have to take us as you find us. We’ll have to think about exactly what we are going to do and let’s hope we come up with something interesting.”

    “Listen guys, you two studs are just so drop dead attractive, at least to other males, that is; so just having you two around, sporting your cocks and muscles will be a winner in itself and if you just do the sort of stuff you do in your job here at the gym, well, that will be just great.  Once the ice is broken tomorrow and you have got to know the other guys, you will see that we can all relax together and have a great time. You know how it is when a group of horny guys get together; fucking just happens; and with you two young studs flashing your wares around, we’ll all have an absolute ball,” he concluded with a laugh.

    Larry and Greg went home that evening and Greg said: “You know Larry; I don’t think Daniel has any idea of what a new born babe in arms I am in this business. This guy thinks that you and I are two top professional butt fuckers. And you, Larry, probably are; but as for me; well I’m a beginner. Does Daniel realise, I wonder, that I have never ever been to the sort of party we are going to tomorrow in front of which we are supposed to put on some sort of show?  Crikey, Larry, I really wonder what we have let ourselves in for.”

    “Just relax Greg; it will all be OK, believe me. As Daniel said, fucking just happens and he is right.  And only you and I know that you are new to the business. Daniel thinks that you are an experienced pro and that, my friend is all that matters. We are perceived to be two professional sex workers and that is what we shall be tomorrow.  Facts don’t come in to it: it is perception that matters. We shall be in what will be a totally naked environment and the sight of so many cocks will inspire us. Believe me!”

    “And you have nothing at all to be scared of. Just look at yourself, Greg, you are super-attractive, or at least I think so, and I bet there is not one other guy there with equipment as impressive as yours. And let’s face it Greg that is why they want us there.  There is tremendous attraction in big muscles and big fucking equipment.  That is what the guys want to see and experience and they are not going to be disappointed.  Just look at the way Daniel pounced on you as soon as you came on the scene last week; he just couldn’t stop himself. You are in the category of what is commonly called drop-dead gorgeous and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

    As they lay together in bed, Greg suddenly turned to Larry and said: “You know, buddy, I don’t even know your name.  We’ve come a hell of a way together in record time, but I only know you as Larry.” 

    Larry laughed, “I have to say that it had never crossed my mind that I was sort of incognito; but you know, you are right. Well it’s nothing very exciting, my full name is Lawrence David Jones  and my grandfather on my father’s side came originally from Wales in the early part of this century, whilst my mother, whose maiden name was Smithers, comes from an English family who arrived in America before the War of Independence.”     

    “How extraordinary, that we are both of Welsh extraction,” said Greg, “For my family name, Parry, given to me by a father I have never really met, as he dumped my mother and me and went off with some other woman just after I was born, is also Welsh. And you know, the double barrelled name, Parry-Jones, is a well known Welsh name to this day.”

    CHAPTER 4 

    The next day, Sunday, dawned and that afternoon the two young studs made their way to the hotel where they were to be the star attraction at the sex party.  The one thing Larry said was that they should take a good supply of condoms with them: “I have no idea what these guys expect, but my guess is we shall be fucked by several of them before the day is out and I want them to see that we only practice safe sex; so we’ll supply the rubbers if necessary: no bareback sex!” 

    They had already discussed together, what they might put on by way of a show. As Greg had said, they really did not have anything special, but they had already told Daniel that; so what was finally decided for openers was that Larry would first take Greg from behind; Greg would stand against a table over which he would bend over to give Larry access to his hole. Larry would then fuck him vigorously in that position.

    When that was done, Larry would then sit with his own arse on the edge of the table, still in a more or less upright position. He would spin Greg around so that they were facing each other. Greg would wrap his arms around Larry’s shoulders and his legs tightly around his body and Larry would then proceed to enter Greg from what was a sort of modified mission position. Greg would actually be suspended around Larry’s neck and holding the pair of them together with his legs, whilst Larry would take Greg’s entire weight, supported on his own arse against the table. If they could pull of this idea, it would be a tour de force of butt fucking by any standards.

    What was special about what they were proposing was really that they intended to exercise their massive cocks to the maximum. As Larry said to Greg, the reason he thought that Daniel had asked them to come was so that his buddies could see two super dicks in action. So the trick was to make sure that their clients got a good eyeful of two young studs fucking each other in a way which they themselves could only dream of.

    Daniel and his friends were already there when Greg and Larry arrived. The whole company was totally naked and a couple of guys were already making out together on the side. But the others all seemed to be drinking champagne, of which there appear to be lots available. Greg and Larry took in the scene in one quick glance.  Larry thought as he surveyed the scene, that there was not no great competition in sight: none at all, he thought: “Both Greg and I look much better naked than any of these guys and there is not one of them who has a cock which begins to compare with what we are going to show them once we strip for action.  This is going to be a piece of cake.” He raised an eyebrow at his partner who gave him a broad smile which said it all: he too saw no problem in fulfilling their commission.

    Daniel seized upon them as they entered: “Hi guys: welcome to our Sunday fuckfest. Let me just introduce you to the others so that you know everyone  and then you can get stripped for action, for that is what we are all waiting for, I can tell you.”  And Daniel then went through the assembled company of about ten guys, introducing each by his first name only. Greg and Larry of course knew no one and names did not register. 

    Daniel then went on: “Well, guys, let me introduce to you Larry and Greg who are with us here for the first time today. As you all know, they are two professional assistants in the well known Ringboy’s Gym in San Francisco: the only naked bodybuilding facility in the Bay area, which is where I got to know them. And believe me guys when I tell you that these two young men are real experts in the art of gay sex; having one’s arse stimulated by either of these studs is real privilege, I can tell you!  And I speak from personal experience, which I why I suggested that we get them over here today to entertain us, so that we amateurs can see how two professionals go about it. So, guys, prepare to see two superb young muscular studs with unbelievably attractive cocks in action. So without more ado, let’s give Greg and Larry a big hand and see what they can show us.”

     

    Whilst Daniel had been giving his spiel, the two lads and moved off as indicated into what was a bedroom serving as a cloakroom, where everyone had shed his clothes. “Let’s get lubed up here, before we go back in there,” said Larry. “Then when we go in, we can get straight on with our first demo without fiddling around with the messy business of lubing each other up; but we are going to use condoms as ever, as we don’t want to give any of our clients the wrong idea. And my guess is that our own sphincters are very likely to be much in demand and there is no way that we let any naked cock near us.  Let’s hope they have condoms available, otherwise we will hand them out ourselves.”

    Larry went on: “Listen Greg, we’re expected to put on some sort of a show, so what I suggest is that we get ourselves rock-hard before we go back in there and greet the guys. So let’s just rub ourselves up until we are really hard and our dicks are pointing upwards at 45 degrees to our bodies.  Then the clients will be able to see the sort of meat they are paying for; and let’s face it Greg, their real interest is in our cocks and their ability to perform: it always is: the cock reigns supreme at any gay event.” 

    “We’ll go in arms over each other’s shoulder with our cocks both raring to go and only when we actually start the demo will we roll on the rubbers. We’ll let the guys get a good look at our canons before we actually fire them. I’ll bet these guys have never seen such a magnificent pair of fuck-sticks in their lives. Just look at us, Greg: each with nearly ten hard inches, beautifully cut, with superb knobs and great rims the pair of us and something I’m sure they have never seen before, the Ringboy’s trianguloid cock ring. Let’s face it old son, we look absolutely superb together, even though I say so myself. These guys are going to be dazzled with what they see; believe me,” Larry concluded with a flourish of trumpet blowing, which, frankly, was totally justified, for the two lads were mouth-wateringly attractive.

    Larry was, of course right, for the two young studs looked like twin Adonises as they entered the room.  There was a slight pause in the conversation as they entered the room, followed by a stunned silence as seeing translated itself into believing; then a round of spontaneous applause broke out, as the assembled company realised what they were looking at: two muscular young studs with no fat on their bodies, each sporting a sphincter-wrecking erection which they were now going to exercise for the delight of the company. Daniel, who was the prime mover in inviting Greg and Larry to come along, felt fully justified, as he was sure that the two of them were about to perform some amazing feats of copulation to entertain them. And as he expected they were not to be disappointed.

    Once the initial applause had died down, Larry pulled forward a table from against the wall and placed it so that when he penetrated Greg, the entire company would see very clearly just how he handled his cock. After all, this was to be a demonstration of virtuoso butt-fucking and there was little point in showing the crowd just his butt as he pumped himself in and out of Greg’s arse. Larry wanted everyone to see see just how special this fuck would be.

    With the table correctly in place, both Larry and Greg each rolled on a rubber over their hard meat. Greg leaned over the table, spread his legs, widening the chasm between his superb buttocks which led the way to his anal sphincter, the target which Larry was now about to penetrate.  Larry approached Greg’s arse gently, pushing his knob against Greg’s super tight sphincter, tapping at it as if at a door, asking to be let in. As Greg’s sphincter started to relax, Larry, who truly was a highly experience operator, thrust the full length of his ten inch erection gently but firmly into Greg’s rectum. Nothing was rushed or exaggerated and he waited for several seconds before proceeding, to allow Greg to recover from the slight shock of feeling such a huge cock inside him. Then he withdrew himself completely, only to reinsert his rock-hard cock almost immediately and perform a few gentle reciprocating movements just to ease the lubrication and ensure that the ensuing performance would ensue smoothly.

    Larry now began his anal fuck in earnest.  He made long firm strokes with his cock, withdrawing himself completely from Greg’s anus at each stroke.  With unerring precision, for Larry was a true professional, he then gradually increased his force and speed until both he and Greg were gasping. Finally, when he sensed his climax was imminent, he withdrew completely for one final time, held his member, which had now reached its maximum size, in full view of his audience, well clear of Greg’s hole for a few seconds and then with one almighty thrust reached his orgasmic climax and shot his load in a series of violent jerks, deep inside Greg. Greg climaxed at the same time and his load was caught in the condom which he was wearing.

    The on-looking guys applauded wildly at this magnificent display of anal intercourse, the likes of which they had hitherto never before witnessed. They all realised that they had just seen a performance by a young man who was a consummate cocks-man: a young stud who knew how to handle his meat to perfection. Together the two young guys had pulled off a blindingly brilliant act executed to utter perfection.  But the show went on, for there were still more delights to come.

    Greg and Larry now pulled off their sperm-filled rubbers and rolled fresh condoms onto their cum-coated cocks. Larry now took his place against the table, supporting himself on his arse and feet, whilst Greg wrapped his arms around Larry’s shoulders and his legs around his waist. The result was that Larry was supporting Greg’s entire weight, whilst he now thrust his cock into Greg’s arse yet again.  Greg now helped him as the two of them brought themselves to another climax.  The whole act brought the house down; no one had ever seen such a virtuoso display of arse fucking ever before: it truly was an occasion to remember.

    “Listen you guys, that was absolutely mind blowing,” said Daniel. “Let’s take a break and let you two cool off for a few minutes and we can all have some more champagne, whilst you tell us what else you have up your sleeves.” Larry and Greg retired for a few minutes to the bathroom to clean themselves up for the next round of their demo.

    Sex, as everyone knows is a pleasure unequalled by any other human activity, but it is, alas, intrinsically a messy business; and both Greg and Larry liked to start a new round of intercourse more or less clean: not for them wallowing around in pools of cum in a sort of sexual mayhem; not during their performance at any rate. They wanted to display vigorous sex which they both enjoyed enormously, but they at the same time to keep things in some sort of order, which was one of the additional reasons why each of the young men always used a rubber.

    When they came back, Greg now took the lead: “OK guys, for the next demo. I need two strong men, you Daniel and someone of the same height who can support Larry for quite a few minutes.  What I am going to do is to show you my flying fuck.  So, when we are ready, which of you guys is going to help Daniel in his arduous duty?”

    Daniel motioned to one of his friends who stepped forward to act as the second support. Larry stood between them, passed his arms over their shoulders and waited for Greg to start. Greg lifted up Larry’s legs and pulled them over his shoulders. He then proceeded to fuck Larry’s anus whilst he was suspended by his arms and legs.  As three guys, Greg, Daniel and another guy called Adam were taking Larry’s weight, Greg was able to use his cock with considerable vigour as he pounded Larry’s anus with total inhibition.

    But Greg unknowingly had the inbuilt instinct of a showman and remembering that this was in fact a show for which he was being paid – and royally at that – he took considerable care to make long cock strokes of ever increasing force and to withdraw himself at each pass completely from Larry to heighten the drama of the demonstration.  Like Larry, Greg had already developed an unerring sense of precision in controlling his tool; even when withdrawing his cock several inches from his partner, he was able quickly and firmly without any hand assistance to re-penetrate that all important sphincter with considerable force.  Greg made it look like child’s play: he was totally professional about what he was doing.     

    The on-lookers went wild as the tempo increased until Greg finally climaxed and shot his load into his friend in a series of jerks of energetic ejaculation.  He finally withdrew to a huge round of applause and Larry regained his feet.  The two young studs had just completed an amazing act of anal copulation. 

    None of the assembled guys had any idea of how recently Greg had come to the profession, for he acted and looked like a truly seasoned operator.  In fact, Greg, thanks to the prescience of his mother, had more than found himself a happy gay sex life; one in which he now absolutely rejoiced at being able to exercise his sexual capabilities, totally without any inhibition. Whether his mother could have foreseen quite how completely her son would take to and immerse himself in the world of gay sex and become a potential star operator himself, we shall never know.  But the fact of the matter was that Greg now loved gay sex and had become, at the age of eighteen, a truly professional handler of his magnificent dick, a piece of man-meat which had the admiration and envy of all who saw it. Greg stripped for action truly was a magnificent specimen of gay manhood; he was picture-book perfect. He had moreover no hang-ups at all about what he was doing. In what had just transpired Greg had inwardly revelled in his performance and had no embarrassment at all about standing there in front of the others, totally naked and with his cock fully erect  and putting it through its paces. Greg, the shrinking virgin of a violet of just a few weeks ago, was now a totally happy young stud: 100% gay from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes!

    Greg now took centre stage as he explained what was to happen next: “It’s been absolutely great of you guys to invite Larry and me to your little fuckfest and to give you a demonstration of what we can do, which seems to have pleased all of you.  I have to tell you that that my flying fuck of Larry ends the formal part of our presentation. However, looking at you guys I can see that you are all drooling with anticipation of something else involving Larry and me.  But listen guys, you outnumber us five to one: ten of you to two of us.  So I hope that you will bear with me when I tell you that there is no way that you can now all fuck Larry and me or that Larry and I can fuck all of you.”

    “So, judging from the state of your fuck-sticks, all of which seem to be ready for action and in the precum stage after watching us perform for you, I guess you would all appreciate some direct action with us. So here is what we propose to do: Larry and I jointly are going to offer all of you, five of you with Larry, five of you with me to exercise your meat on us, but only on what we call a greeting basis.  What do I mean by that? Well, we are agreeable to allowing each of you to fuck us, but on a strictly limited basis: six full cock strokes per guy.”

    “I hope you all get the idea: Larry and I will bend over the table and allow each of you in turn to shaft us, five with Larry and five with me and you can then each make six thrusts of your cock up our holes, so that you will all have had the experience of direct contact

    with a professional sex assistant.  Neither Larry nor I think that we could take a full-blown hard fuck from five of you, one after the other. But then, by way of what might be considered cream on the cake, we suggest that two of you and it is for you guys to decide who are to be the lucky ones, perhaps by drawing lots, to go the whole hog and fuck each of us properly to a climax, in any position you want.”

    “But that is not all: Larry and I will then do you guys the courtesy of returning the gesture; we will each give five of you a six stroke dose of what might best be described as anal stimulation, so that each of you will have had direct experience of what it feels like to take a very large professional cock up your own arse. And then, of course, to complete the sequence, Larry and I will each fuck any two of you, again your choice, and take you to full climax.”

    “I hope that this idea grabs you, for really guys. We are young; we are willing but we are not up to letting all ten of you fuck us and then for us to go on and give all ten of you a return bout. I’m sure that we would all enjoy that immensely, but young as we are, after all we have done we do not have the stamina either to take or to give such a massive amount of cock-work. Frankly, I think we would drop in the attempt!  We all agree, I am sure, that sex is great, but there are physical limits, even for young pros. such as us.”

    Daniel answered on behalf of his friends:  “Listen you two; I reckon we are all super-satisfied with the demo you have just given us. I for one have never seen such a magnificent display of cock control in my life.  You two are both real pros. and let me just add that for me at least, and I hope that I am now speaking for everyone else when I say that it is an absolute visual pleasure having two such perfect specimens of young manhood to spend this afternoon with us.” 

    “You are both great on the eye and believe me, when I say that that also counts for quite a lot. Just think on it everyone; that’s all we actually get when we buy men’s gay magazines. So, Greg and Larry; a great formal demo, which could not have been better, but your point is taken; we don’t want to kill you both so let’s proceed as you have just suggested.”  And that is exactly what they did!

    A little later when everyone was totally exhausted with the exertion – sex is bloody hard work if you go at it non-stop – waiters appeared and food was served.  What the waiters thought of laying out the food and drink in the midst of a group of stark-naked guys, we shall never know, but they did it without as much as a murmur. As Greg and Larry prepared to leave, Daniel came over and handed hem each an envelope and said: “Listen you two young studs; that was one hell of a show you put on and the guys and I have decided that you deserve more than the $500 each we promise you; so we have upped your pay to $750 each.  I reckon you will be getting other invitations once the word gets round about today’s event; and believe me: it will!”

    Later as Greg and Larry walked back to Larry’s apartment Greg said: “You know Larry, that was one hell of a day we have just had and I enjoyed every minute of it. Just fancy we have been paid for doing something we both really enjoyed.  But listen Larry, I’d like to stay over with you tonight and go back to Berkeley first thing tomorrow. After all it’s only about thirteen miles. But I’ll have to be off smartly as I have an early class on Monday, starting at 9 a.m.”

    Larry was of course, delighted that Greg was going to share his bed for another night, the third in a row and tired as both young men were, they managed to make love several times during the night.  When they were together they always had sex bare-back: no rubbers and Greg had already realised that sex with Larry was quite different to sex with other guys; when they fucked each other it was with love and not just for kicks and the orgasms were much more intense.  Greg was rapidly becoming totally smitten with Larry and the feeling was mutual. They were two handsome young gay men, totally at ease with their relationship and enjoying each other physically to the full: and why not?     

    CHAPTER 5 

    It was 8 o’clock the following Wednesday evening, the fatidic time when Greg was to be inducted into the Omega Phi sex-fraternity.  In spite of Ben’s assurances, he still felt slightly nervous, as university fraternities were notorious for the truly horrible, physical punishments they often inflicted on new members at induction ceremonies. But he had agreed he wanted to join, which he genuinely did and so he arrived at the fraternity house at the appointed time to be received by Ben who filled him in as to what would most likely happen.

    Greg was told to strip naked and enter the main room where the Omega Phi committee members under their President were assembled to deal with his induction.  He was somewhat concerned as he entered the room to see in its centre a chair had been placed across the seat of which a paddle was reposing.  Now Greg, like many American school boys at private schools had been paddled a few times when he was younger and was not particularly enamoured of the procedure, which left the recipient with a pretty sore arse. But here he was and he sensed that like it or not, he was going to get his arse paddled during the ceremony. 

    Looking around him he saw that all the members of the committee, some six or seven guys, were all naked, but that the president was wearing a sort of cloak, which left his anatomy invisible.  Greg was not at all embarrassed to be naked in front of a group of guys he did not know and a quick look around at the inventory of fuck-sticks, on show, assured him that he had nothing to be ashamed of.  He was as big if not bigger the most of the guys who were looking at him. He had not long to wait for the ceremony to begin.

    The President suddenly threw off the cloak he was wearing to reveal himself to the gathered company.  This man, whom he later learned was called Nigel and was a postgraduate student on a master’s degree course in mathematics, was a truly remarkable guy.  He was superbly muscled and was clearly openly committed to a gay life style as he was wearing a cock-ring of the kind that sits behind the balls and the penis and additionally had rings in both his nipples which set off his superb pecs. 

    His cock was then further embellished by a simple ring which was seated at the root of his magnificent tool, which was quite soft and must have been at least eight inches long. This shaft ring was held in place by a small clip which was attached to the main cock-ring.  But this was not all, for a gold medallion with the Greek letters Omega and Phi engraved on it was as mounted on the ring itself.  It was not unlike a diamond on an engagement ring and clearly was the mark of office of the President.  In its own way it way it had the same significance as the chain of office worn the mayor of any town. In fact, all in all, this guy looked absolutely stunning.

    The President spoke in formal tones, clearly intent in making the induction a formal ceremony: “Let the candidate for admission to this august fraternity be blindfolded and then let us proceed to checking the measurements of his endowment.”

    A few seconds later, Greg felt a hand around his cock as it was pushed into what was obviously a tube. Had he been able to see what was happening, he would have observed that his soft penis measured a handsome 8 inches against the graduations marked on the clear plastic of the tube. A plunger was fitted and descended on the tip of the penis being measured to get the exact length, which was announced to the President, by the guy manipulating the device: “The candidate has a length of some 8 inches soft, Mr. President, which is well above the minimum requirement for acceptance by the fraternity.  With such a length, the candidate should be able to field a hard cock of some 10 to 11 inches in length at least.  He therefore  has an excellent profile as far as his key endowment is concerned. He should be able to satisfy even the most demanding of partners. The candidate has all the characteristics to enable him to be an absolutely first class anal fucker.”

    “Excellent,” said the President, “Let the proposer of the candidate come forward and perform the acceptance test.” Ben, who had proposed Greg as a candidate to join the fraternity, stepped forwards, his massive cock already hard and rolled on a rubber, handed to him by one of the on looking committee members.  Two other members then took Greg by the arms and made him bend across the chair telling him to spread his legs.  Yet another stud then applied a liberal dose of a lubricant to Greg’s anus, forcing the lubricating cream deep into his rectum him with his fingers.  Greg was now ready to received Ben’s cock.

    Ben stepped forwards and proudly displayed his own rock-hard tool to the assembly and then thrust it with one firm and strong gesture as deeply as he could into Greg’s hole giving him his full length.  Ben then began to fuck Greg as hard as he could, with long and powerful strokes, which left Greg moaning partly with pain and partly with pleasure, for Ben was intent on having a truly hard and savage fuck, which was clearly the way this initiation was planned.  Finally they both climaxed, with Greg, whose cock was hanging there naked, shooting his load all over the floor.  It was for Greg just the most vigorous fuck he had ever had since his introduction not so long ago to gay sex.  He found it exhilarating but exhausting even though he himself was the bottom of the action.

    The President new stepped towards Greg showing his enormous penis onto which he rolled a rubber and then proceeded himself to fuck Greg’s arse yet again.  The President, Nigel, had an absolutely enormous cock and once again, Greg experienced a monumentally vigorous fuck, leading to yet another enormous orgasm, which left him leaning limply over the back of the chair. 

    These had been the two greatest sphincter-stretching experiences which Greg had undergone to date and bent over the chair, totally naked and blindfolded with no idea what was still to come, he sincerely hoped that he would not be expected to accept yet another battering of his anus.  Greg loved being fucked, but there was a limit  and Ben and Nigel together had reached it.

    The President then said: “The candidate seems to be very well suited to join our august fraternity, Let us proceed to the final stage of his induction.” Greg listened to this, but had no idea nor could he see what was now going to happen. But he remembered what Ben had said about leaving with a sore arse and he wondered if now was the moment at which he was going to be paddled. And of course he was right.  “Lots have been drawn and the six members who are to have the honour of wielding the paddle are,” and the President went on to name six of the fraternity brothers.

    “So,” thought Greg, “I am going to get my arse paddled, so I’d better brace myself as I haven’t felt the paddle for several years and I certainly am not going to howl in front of these guys.”

    What then happened was that the six chosen studs in turn, each gave Greg’s arse a single swat with the paddle: three swats to each cheek; six swats in all. Each stud then gave Greg’s hole six quite powerful thrusts from his own cock, before handing over the paddle to the next guy. Who of the assembled company actually administered the swats, Greg never knew as he remained blindfolded throughout the entire business.  But it was not at all bad, for the guys did not truly lay on the paddle the way some schoolmasters had done in Greg’s schooldays, when a paddle wielded by an experienced arm could quickly reduce the unlucky recipient to tears. As Ben had said he finished up with a slightly sore arse, but nothing really to complain about; and he had quite enjoyed the quick cock-work administered by each guy subsequent to his application of the paddle.

    Then it was all over and the President welcomed Greg officially to the membership of the Omega Phi Sex fraternity and the blindfold was removed. His uneasiness now gone, Greg had time to look around and take in his new fraternity brothers, for that is how they referred to each other. Everyone, the President included, was naked and so Greg quickly saw that apart from the President himself who was particularly well endowed and had, by any standards a monument of a penis, everyone else was more modestly equipped.

    Greg mentally compared his new fraternity brothers with the professional NBAs at Ringboy’s Gym and realised that these guys were not in the same league.  OK, they were well equipped, with nothing to be ashamed of, which led him to the conclusion that he himself and Ben and his buddy Larry across the bay in San Francisco were perhaps the exceptions to the general rule.

    Here he was among a set of normally endowed young men who just happened to be gay and enjoyed fucking butt. And with this realisation, it suddenly dawned upon him why Daniel and his crowd had paid Larry and him to come and demonstrate to them the previous Sunday. They simply wanted to see some virtuoso butt-fucking over and above anything which they themselves could achieve.  It was a prime example of size does matter; Larry and he had been commissioned by Daniel because he realised just how terrifically well equipped they both were.  Greg quickly saw that he would have no problem at all in holding his own among his new friends; none at all!     

    So what was to happen next?  Beer was available and all the guys started drinking.  Then some guys, feeling horny paired off, moved to the side and started fucking each other.  Then one young guy came up to Greg and made him a proposition which Greg found hard to refuse.  It was obvious that his new found friend fancied taking Greg’s fuck-stick up his arse so Greg willingly obliged. Still feeling a little sore from his initiation ritual, Greg declined any suggestions from other guys that they would be willing to serve him if he wished. “Thank guys, but I’m a bit sore after all that so can I take a rain check on it for today?  Any other time I’d be delighted.”

    He and Ben finally left and walked back to their lodgings.  Greg said to Ben, that he had suddenly realised that Ben, he and his friend Larry, together with all the other NBAs at Ringboy’s Gym were in a different class to the general run of guys who were members of Omega Phi.  “You know Ben.” said Greg, “That was an eye opener for me, for up to now my entire sexual experiences have been with super-studs:  guys like you and my friends, Sven, Liam, Serge and Chris at the gym, all of whom are super well-equipped.  It had not hit me that we were the exception and that the guys we were with tonight are the norm.  Now tell me this; what is, in fact, the minimum cock length required to become a member of Omega Phi.  I thought it was eight inches soft and I was sort of shitting bricks, thinking that I might not qualify. But looking at these guys, I see that I had got the wrong idea.”

    “Well,” said Ben, “In fact the minimum length is only 6 inches. You have to get real Greg, for there are not all that many guys around like you and me who have 8 inch danglers between their legs. It’s we who are the exceptions. That is why, on first seeing you when we met in the showers, I thought to myself that here was finally a guy, clearly gay, who has a great body and a magnificent piece of equipment: in other words I saw you as a great sex-partner from the first moment I set eyes on you; and I have not been disappointed.”

    “Greg you are totally phenomenal with your cock.  You are the only stud I know, other than our President, who presses all my buttons when it comes to fucking: you are absolutely great. And let’s face it Greg, that’s what we gays want; to fuck and to be fucked. All the other guys you met tonight are OK, but no more than that.  And while on the subject of the President, I ask myself what the fuck he does with his tool when he is dressed. How the hell does he dock it? It’s a great piece of meat in action, but I reckon that it can just get a tad too big. It becomes an encumbrance to cart around all the time. I reckon that you and I have got just the right size of male-meat: big but not too big and deliciously attractive to other guys.”

    After listening to these words of praise, Greg said to Ben: “Listen stud, I feel a lot more relaxed now than I did when we left the frat. house, so, if you fancy a nightcap, how about it?”  Ben, always willing, agreed and they went straight to Ben’s bedroom, where Greg did the honours and gave his new friends arse a really good dose of his much admired organ.  Ben then reciprocated and gave Greg’s arse a final goodnight fuck, the two young studs fell asleep lying there totally naked.      

    CHAPTER 6 

    Greg did not see Ben or visit the FraternityHouse anymore that week. His initiation had been on the Wednesday and on Thursday evening after classes he worked out alone at the gym. On Friday he could not wait to get across the bay to San Francisco to spend the weekend with Larry, whom he had already realised was a much more important person in his life than Ben or any of the Omega Phi community would ever be.

    Greg was glad to have met Ben and to be a member of the fraternity, as he did not want to be alone in Berkeley and he had already realised that sex played a very important and now, indispensable role, in his life. The idea of spending the week in Berkeley without being able to fuck or be fucked was an unbearable thought.  Greg had been caught hook, line and sinker in the thrall of gay sex and in the space of a few brief weeks he had realised that he could not do without regular sex with another guy.  But he equally realised that the sex he had with Ben and the fraternity studs did not in any way compare with the satisfaction which came from being with Larry.  Larry was something special; the two young men had clicked more or less from the moment they had met.

    Larry, for his part, had been very nervous when Greg had gone off the college. Like Greg, he too had found in Greg that something which he had hitherto not found in any other sex partner. He loved his job as an NBA at Ringboy’s Gym, but fucking the clients as he did on a regular basis compared in no way with the  satisfaction that sex with Greg brought him.  And Larry also realised that even when he was with his NBA friends at the gym, Liam, Sven and even Chris, his boss, sex with them was not the same as sex with Greg; sex with Greg was really something else: an act on a totally different level.

    So when Greg had recounted his meeting and friendship with Ben, Larry had already felt the first pangs of jealousy; he did not want to lose Greg to a newcomer.  But neither guy had actually declared to the other exactly how he felt about his partner.  Greg knew already that Larry was intended for him and Larry knew equally that Greg was the partner for him; but so far neither of them had voiced his feelings to the other. Greg had allayed Larry’s unspoken fear that Ben was a potential interloper by telling Larry that he needed sex during the week when Larry and he could not be together. Ben and the Omega Phi guys provided a pressure release valve to allow him to satisfy his sexual needs: no more; no less.

    Greg tried to explain: “Look upon my sex life during the week in Berkeley as being exactly the same as yours here in San Francisco at the gym. OK, you service clients as part of your job; but just think about it Larry, if you had not a regular supply of arseholes eager to dock your cock, what would you do?  I tell you, Larry; you would have to find some means of satisfying your sex needs otherwise you would go crazy.  We are both highly-sexed guys and we both need regular live sex; jerking off is not a substitute. So I have Ben and the Omega Phi crowd and you have the clients at the gym; and then there are Sven and Liam with whom you also have sex.  There is no difference; neither group of relationships compares with what we have together.”

    Larry felt somewhat reassured by Greg’s remarks and was eager to hear all about the initiation process into Omega Phi. “Well, it was not at all bad, apart from the paddling which left my arse a bit on the tender side. But in summary, I was first blindfolded and then fucked hard, first by Ben and later again by the President, who has a monumental fuck-stick between his legs, by the way. And then, after each stroke of the paddle, each guy gave me a quick feel of his own cock up my arse, by way of a welcome.”

    “So Larry, I guess you could say that I left the initiation ceremony with a very sore arse: well fucked, I admit, but nevertheless, very sore. So, my friend, go easy on me this evening when we are in bed together. Don’t get me wrong; it was not at all bad and it was great to know that I had been accepted into a gay community in Berkeley, where I had just arrived and knew absolutely nobody.  So, don’t let’s knock it.  I need them during the week as much they seem to need me. But you know what Larry, apart from Ben and the President, none of the guys I have so far met had really impressive credentials. I can tell you that Chris would not employ any of them here in the gym; they just do not have the size.  It brought home to me how exceptional you and I and the other NBAs are. I can see why we got invited to that party last weekend; those guys wanted to experience some really big cocks.”

    “On the subject,” said Larry, “I have some news for you.  Daniel and his crowd have clearly put the word around that we were sort of available with the result that I have had a request from another of the clients at the gym, a guy called Theo, whom I know by sight only. He wants us to animate, was the way he put it, a little gathering this Sunday afternoon. It’s to be in the same hotel as last time, which I guess might just be a regular setting for such gatherings.  But there is an interesting twist: this group does not just want gay sex: it wants us to discipline them.”

     “In simple words they want you and me to beat their arses, either with a cane or a strap or paddle or whatever, and then give them a post-paddling dose of cock. At least that is what I think they want. What do you think? It’s all very kinky and is something I had never thought of myself, but listen up; these guys are offering us $1000 each for the afternoon: a sum not to be sneezed at by the likes of us.  What do you think?”

    Greg paused for thought for a few seconds: “Well, the first thing I think we should do is to clear any further paid adventures with clients of the gym with Chris. After all he may not want us doing work on the side with his clients. And let’s face it, he pays me to work Saturdays in the gym, for a job which I hardly consider as work and you are a fulltime employee. So, let’s be sure he is OK with the idea of our working on the side; but, subject to that, I’m all for it.  I have to say, I have never ever thought of what it might be like to whack another guy’s arse; it’s an intriguing thought though!  In fact, Larry, I’ve never ever paddled anyone in my life. I’ve been paddled quite a number of times myself at school and again, just this week at the Omega Phi initiation ceremony; but I do know that there are lots of guys who really enjoy masochistic pursuits, including having themselves beaten.  Just imagine it; you beat a guy’s naked arse and then fuck it.  That has to be one hell of an erotic experience for the guy doing the beating and the subsequent fucking. I know I would enjoy it as I am already getting hard right now just thinking about it; so in the flesh it just has to be a great experience. So if that’s what these guys want, then why not? We might just take to it! I’m already beginning to feel a bit kinky myself.”

    Larry said, laughingly, “For a relative newcomer to gay sex, Greg, I have to say that you seem to have caught the bug.  My God, you are becoming insatiable; a potential sex-maniac. But listen stud, you are really great at it; you are blessed with superb equipment; so I agree, if the demand is there, why not use it? Anyway I’ll clear it with Chris;  I doubt he will object; after all we are not siphoning off his customers; we are just providing a service which goes beyond anything the gym offers; so where’s the harm?”

    Chris had no objections to Greg and Larry servicing clients on the side and so it was agreed that they would spend the Sunday afternoon and try to satisfy their unknown clients’ kinky needs.  The venue was again a suite in the same posh San Francisco hotel and again lots of bottles of champagne were in evidence. Greg and Larry saw only one familiar face among the six guys assembled there.  He was one of the gym’s clients, a man called Theo. What he did outside his visits to Ringboy’s Gym they had no idea, but it was obvious that he and his companions were all very well heeled. Names were exchanged, but promptly forgotten and then Theo invited them to strip and the client group did the same.   

    Once their clients saw Greg and Larry’s physical credentials, particularly their sexual endowments there were several murmurs of appreciation and one guy ventured a wolf whistle. 

    “OK guys,” began Theo, “Daniel has told us all about your prowess at servicing the sexual needs of other men and I think that we can all see that you two are certainly well equipped to do that.  But, our group today has a different need, as I am sure you have been informed: we enjoy being beaten and then having our shredded and sore arses fucked. It may all sound a bit strange, but as you two guys are both professional sex workers, I am sure that you have seen it all before. So please don’t judge us as there is no accounting for a guy’s sexual preferences and perversions; call it what you will; but what you think of as a perversion, we think of as a pleasure. So, what we want you to do, is to give each of our arses a really good thrashing.  Many people call it a spanking, but what we want from you guys is something all together more vigorous; we want to experience real pain and finish up with burning hot arses when you have finished.  And then we want you two guys to give each of us some anal stimulation: to fuck our arses as hard as you can.”

    “Now, as far as what are usually called the tools of the trade are concerned, well we have already taken care of that. There is a selection all the classic implements of corporal chastisement laid out in the next room.  Each of us has our own preference for one or other of the implements, so you guys will experience quite a variety as you work over our arses.  Now, there are six of us and two of you, so what we propose is that you beat two of us at a time, synchronizing your strokes, so that there is a sense of drama in what we are doing.” 

    “Then when you have finished paddling the first two of us, you can each exercise your cocks on our arses and give us a really good hard butt fuck. Now guys don’t be shy; don’t bold back, either with the beatings or with your anal sex work.  We all want a really hard beating leading to a very sore arse, which we then want fucking as hard as you can manage it.  And just looking at you two studs, I reckon that you can really deliver the goods with your man-meat, which is terrific, by the way.”

    Greg and Larry had listened to this very direct but clear statement of instructions in utter silence.  It was hard to believe what they had just been instructed to do; but there it was. That was what the clients wanted and as they were paying royally for the privilege of having their arses beaten and fucked, that was what Greg and Larry now prepared to do.

    What was surprising was that apart from Theo, who as a client of the gym clearly worked out quite a bit, all the other guys were just normal looking, run-of-the-mill males. They were all clearly in their early thirties, but not one of them had any pretensions to be a sexual stud or a body builder.  Somehow, looking at them it was hard to believe that such a normal looking group of young men got their sexual kicks out of what was about to happen. And, more importantly, that they were prepared to pay for it! But as Larry remarked later, splitting the $2000 fee for the afternoon’s enjoyment, worked out at less than $350 per head, which was less than a top level prostitute charged in San Francisco.

    Larry then said: “Listen guys, can we get settled who wants to be beaten with which implement so that we know what we are doing.  And also, just how many strokes, hits, cuts or whatever you want to call them, does each of you want applied to your arse.  Look, Greg and I are quite comfortable with the post-beating anal work: it’s more or less our stock-in-trade; but frankly, this is the first time we have ever been asked to beat a guy’s arse before fucking it.  Don’t get me wrong; it sounds absolutely terrific; but come on guys, give us some guidance as to exactly what you want.”

    “Look, you two studs, the reason we got you here is because we knew that you were, by reputation, two excellent cocks-men and that it the most difficult thing to be sure of.  We don’t want to have our arses flogged and then be shafted by some some miserable pathetic little cock; we want a real good, hard, professional fuck, which is why you are here. Now, each of us will show you the implement of choice and from past experience we all feel that to give a guy’s arse a really good beating needs twenty four strokes. That might sound a lot, but believe me guys, we’ve been here before and that is what we need to satisfy us. So there you have it. And, just let me add that if any us  howl, take no notice; just press on regardless; pain is the name of the game; it’s the pain we want; so just lay it on as hard as you can.”

    “So guys, we’ve drawn lots as to who goes with whom and the order of, shall we call it, service? So, after you have dealt with the first two of us, we will have a pause and something to drink, before proceeding further.  Your first two suppliants are Mike and me.  Mike will have his arse beaten with a cane and I will have my own butt thoroughly birched. So all you have to decide is which of you is going to wield which implement of chastisement.”  And with no more ado, Theo handed over the two vicious looking tools. Greg took the cane and Larry the birch and the two suppliants bent across he backs of two chairs which had been placed in the middle of the room and waited for the show to begin.   

    Before starting, Larry said: “Gentlemen, as Theo has told you both Greg and I are professional sex-workers, and as such we have certain standards which we stick to.  So, gentleman if you would bear with us, we are first of all going to lubricate your arses and rectums by injection of a lubricant which will make the act of anal intercourse more comfortable for you. And, I have to tell you also that we always practise safe sex so that we shall each use a fresh condom for each individual sex act we perform with you. I know all this might sound very clinical, but Theo has called a spade a spade in telling us what you guys wanted from us, in very clear and unambiguous terms; so please accept that we too have certain requirements.”

    Theo added, addressing his friends: “It’s all right guys. This is exactly how all the bodybuilding assistants at Ringboy’s Gym work; Lubes and condoms are obligatory: safe sex is their permanent order of the day.”  Then turning to Greg and Larry: “So guys, can we get to work and let’s see and hear some butt being beaten and get down to some hard anal sex, which is why we are all here.”

    As the idea was to thrash two guys at once with coordinated strokes, albeit with two different implements, Greg and Larry placed two chairs with their leather clad seats facing each other and motioned for the two first suppliants to bend across the backs. And then, as both Greg and Larry were right-handed, they positioned themselves so that they faced each other allowing them to apply the strokes with their right hands, whilst observing each other.  The two young studs had made no preparation of how they were going to proceed, but things went very smoothly, as if by clockwork. Each stud tapped his weapon across his target arse and then Larry gave Greg a nod and simultaneously they each raised their implement and brought it down with resounding force on their respective target.

    The swishing noises each different implement of punishment made as it descended through the air and the thwack it produced as it landed on its target were quite different.  As the four onlookers saw, Theo had ordered a severe thrashing for himself and his friends and that is exactly what they got.  The cane, applied by Greg, produced a livid red weal at its first stroke, whilst the birch spread its individual twigs across a wide area of naked flash raising a red patch immediately. Both suppliants drew a wincing breath but were otherwise silent.

    As if by natural instinct, Greg and Larry waited several seconds, possibly five or six, between each successive stroke, to give their targets time to appreciate the full effect of what they had just received.  Then, repeating the tapping movement, the two young beaters selected the next target area and again at Larry’s nod coordinated their strokes yet again.

    And so it went on and on, until the two suppliant arses were completely covered with livid weals: well defined and in regular order from the cane: more dispersed but covering the entire target area, from the birch.  The two suppliants endured this horribly punishing beating in compete silence: it really was precisely what they had asked for. Greg looked at his handy work and was glad to have been the beater and not the beaten, for it must have been absolute agony for the recipients. But as had been said earlier, there was no accounting for sexual taste.

    Greg and Larry had clearly been sexually aroused themselves by their efforts, for by the time they had finished wielding their weapons of flagellation, both young men were sporting enormous rock-hard erections. So, any fear that either of them might have had that they would be incapable of carrying through and fucking the butts they had just beaten were groundless.  Theo and Mike remained in place over the chairs awaiting the reception of their young flagellators’cocks up their arses.  The two young studs each quickly rolled on a condom and then proceeded to give the man he had just beaten a thorough dose of what is so often called anal stimulation, but which was in fact the violently vigorous, anal fuck that the clients craved.

    It is doubtful if any of the onlookers, let alone the two present recipients of the massive fuck-sticks which were being thrust in and out of their anuses had ever witnessed or experienced anything quite like it.  Larry and Gregg were both exceptionally well-endowed but they too had been so aroused by the beatings they had just given that their cocks were abnormally hard and distended. The two young studs were completely driven by what they were now doing; all caution was thrown to the wind as they increased the force and length of their cock strokes in a state of complete euphoria. What they were doing was, of course, for the client’s benefit, but it was clear that both Greg and Larry were enjoying themselves enormously.

    By any standards their performances were virtuoso demonstrations of butt fucking, which ended in two enormous climaxes, which Greg and Larry achieved simultaneously, as they shot their loads into their respective clients. But Theo and Mike also climaxed with huge ejaculations of sperm all over the seats of the two chairs.  All four participants, fuckers and fuckees alike, in this unique display of corporal punishment followed by really hard anal sex, collapsed out of breath by the sheer effort of what they had just done. 

    “Thank God,” thought Larry, “That there is to be a pause to recuperate before we start on the next pair. Who would believe what Greg and I have just done to these two guys could be so utterly exhausting?”  So the entire company sat around naked, drinking champagne, which flowed endlessly.     

    And so the show went on. The next two clients had chosen the birch and a razor strop. This time Greg applied the birch and Larry the razor strop. By the time they had finished, their clients’ arses were completely covered with raw weals, but that is what these guys wanted.  Greg himself had wondered if either he or Larry would be able to raise their meat to give the guys the eagerly awaited, post-flagellation fuck, but there was no problem and both clients arose from their chairs completely satisfied that they had been well and truly fucked by two magnificent young studs, each of whom had a cock to die for. In fact the act of thrashing naked arse whilst standing there naked themselves proved a very potent erotic act so hard cocks were no problem.

    The final round was back to the original configuration with Larry using the birch and Greg the cane on the final two guys.  When it was all over, the hotel waiters brought in a rather sumptuous buffet of cold dishes. As had happened the previous week, the fact that their customers were a group of naked men did not seem in any way to faze the hotel staff. So Greg wondered if such gatherings as the one they had just experienced were regular features. He sort of felt that they were, reinforced by that fact that all the chairs were leather covered: a sort of sperm proof surface, which could be cleaned up easily.  Yes, it looked very much as if this hotel catered for gay events and made provision to control and deal with  the sticky mess which so often accompanied them.

    The two young men left with a $1000 each and showered by thanks and expressions of complete satisfaction from their six clients. Greg said to Larry: “You know, Larry, I really enjoyed myself this afternoon, I never thought that I could take pleasure in thrashing someone else’s arse, but, and I hang my head in shame to admit it, but I did. My God that was easily the most erotic experience I have ever had. Just imagine it; we beat naked arse almost raw and then had the pleasure of fucking it. And to cap it all, we were paid to do it! Does it ever get better than that? Boy, was that a great experience.”

    That evening, Greg decided that he would again stay over with Larry and drive back early Monday to his classes at Berkeley.  At the end of the day, even though he had had a great afternoon – in  fact they both had, as Larry agreed with him totally –  Greg wanted to nuzzle up to Larry in bed and for the two of them to indulge in some gentle sex together.  And that is, of course what they did, as both young men were head over heels in a still undeclared love, for each other. Something had to happen: but what and when?   

    CHAPTER 7 

    It was one Wednesday evening in Berkeley and Greg was in the middle of fucking his university friend, Ben, who had become his weekday sex partner, when his mobile rang.  With his cock still deeply engaged in Ben’s anus, he reached over to the side table where he had left the phone and answered it: it was Larry.  “Larry, you’ve just got me at a bad moment, right now; I’ll call you back in about an hour. OK?”  Greg brought himself and and Ben to a climax and then said to Ben: “Listen pal, we’ve got to call it a day there. That was my buddy, Larry who just called. He sounded a bit agitated and I think I need to talk to him right away.  Can we take a rain check on a return bout,” to which Ben agreed; somewhat reluctantly it has to be said, for once they got started Greg and Ben usually went the whole hog and spent the fukk evening sucking and fucking each other.

    Greg got a rather frosty piece of Larry’s mind when he called him back. “I know what you were doing when I called and why you fobbed me off. You were either fucking your pal Ben or vice-versa. Either way, I think it is quite disgusting. Where the fuck am I supposed to fit in now that you have taken up with Ben? Talk about fidelity; it doesn’t seem to be a word that you understand.”  And on and went a torrent of invective, to which Greg listened in utter silence. 

     When Larry had finally vented his spleen to his satisfaction, Greg said: “Larry, I think you are jealous of Ben and me.”

    “Fuck you, you faithless sod. What makes you think that I am jealous of you and Ben? What do I care whether you fuck each other or not?  You can do fucking well what you like. Fuck each other into the ground for all I care. I don’t give a fucking damn.” And the torrent of harsh words, interpolated with the “f” word, continued.  It was quite clear that Larry was incensed by Greg’s extra-curricular sexual activities, as he saw them and on and on he went.

    When he had finished Greg now realised that Larry was absolutely furious about what he saw to be the competition for his affection. In fact, strange though it might sound,  this vituperative outpouring was the first true declaration of the love Larry had developed for Greg; a love that both of them had inwardly felt for each other but which neither of them had until that moment expressed.  Well, that phone call when Greg had been caught in what Larry clearly considered to be flagrante delicto, brought matters to a head.

    “Larry, you are jealous of me and Ben; you really are.”

    By now sobbing with emotion, Larry said: “Fuck you, Greg.  I am not jealous, not at all.  But you have no thought for my feelings at all. I am just a convenience for you; you are treating me like a door mat: like dirt!”  There was a long silence during which Greg waited patiently to hear what Larry would say next. “OK Greg, I admit it then. I am insanely jealous of you and Ben. I thought that you and I had a thing going for us and now it seems that you are abandoning me in favour of an interloper. Just look at it, Greg, from my point of view; we see each other just at the weekend and Ben is around all week; how do I know you’re not fucking each other every night? How the fuck do you think I feel Greg? Come on, I’m only human and I don’t just want to be dropped because you have found someone else.  Are you dropping me? I don’t want that to happen. Don’t you realise Greg, that I love you. You are the only person I have ever felt that way about. I just don’t want to lose you to someone else.”

    So there it finally was:  Larry had made a very clear declaration; the declaration of a sentiment that both young men felt for each other, but which until now  had never been put into words; But brought to a head by the present events. Larry had finally said it: he loved Greg and did not want to lose him.

    Greg now realised that Larry’s outpourings had crystallized his own thoughts and that the love expressed by Larry for him was mutual. Events had now forced him to face what he had known for some time to be a fact: he and Larry were just made for one another.  Oil had now to be poured on troubles waters, so Greg began: “Larry you and I have something special each weekend but we both know that neither of us can go without sex during the week, when we are not together. So I have a casual relationship with Ben and from time to time with some of the guys at the Omega Phi fraternity and you get plenty of sex yourself in your job at the gym. After all, one of the main functions of the NBA is to satisfy the clients’ cravings.”

    “Yes, Greg, I understand that, but the sort of sex you and I have together is not to be compared with what I do at the gym.  That is just a job, nothing more. But you and Ben, well it’s just too intimate; I know you need to fuck during the week but you don’t have to do it with a guy who lives in the next apartment to you. Come on Greg, just think how I feel.  The sex you and I have together is something special: quite different from the sex I have in my job at work or even the sex you and I have had with paying clients these past few weeks.  It is just not the same. That you must surely see.”

    And see it, Greg really did. He knew that when he and Larry were together, it was a totally different kettle of fish to what happened at the gym or when they were being paid to perform for clients at their parties.  In his own mind he saw his activities with Ben in the same light, but clearly Larry did not.  Larry had become the jealous lover, which was somewhat flattering for Greg’s ego; he was wanted! “Larry; I do love you andwouod hate to lose you; so can we drop this for now and take it up again when I come on Friday?”

    “That is why I was calling you when I found you fucking Ben, which completely distracted me. Listen buddy, you and I are in great demand. Word has gone out on the grape-view and we have a another commission, if you want to do it, to animate – their  word, not mine – a private party this Friday evening, starting at eight. And then I have had two other requests: one for Saturday evening and another for Sunday afternoon  and evening.” 

    “Lord knows how word has got around so quickly, but the demand for the sort of services we are able to provide are clearly in great demand. And make no mistake; these guys are prepared to shell out plenty to have us around.  Are you up for it? I really need an answer right now, as I have got to confirm the Friday job tonight. And if we do the Friday night thing, can you be there in time?  Oh, and by the way, it’s big bucks again; $700 each for Friday and $1000 each for Saturday and a whacking $1500 each for Sunday.  These guys are all millionaires and cash is no problem. What they want is some young muscle and big cock around to titillate their jaded sex buds and they are prepared to pay for it.  Greg, we seem to have the basis of a good little business here.  So what do you say: yes or no?” 

    And that is how it all began.  Greg, of course, agreed to the three successive jobs.  Larry and Greg came back from the Friday night session and spent half the night in a tight copulative embrace. in Larry’s bed.  Each young stud fucked the other until both were utterly exhausted.  If Larry had had doubts about Greg, then this night together totally dispelled them. Greg gave Larry’s hole the most monumentally thorough bare back fuck he had ever experienced as he shot a seemingly endless stream of his sperm into Larry.  When he had finished they were truly united as one and it was from from that moment on, that it was clear that Larry and Greg had become an item. A few weeks later, Greg made a momentous decision to ditch his college studies and move in with Larry.  

    Chris Newman, the owner of Ringboy’s Gym, had got started in much the same way as Greg; he too had dropped out of college and moved in with Serge Wolinski, a guy he had first met in a bar. Like Larry and Greg, the two had realised that they were meant for each other and the rest is history.  So, Chris was quite sympathetic towards Greg’s decision and agreed to let him and Larry work five mornings a week as NBAs in the gym, leaving the afternoons and evenings free for the two of them to develop what was quickly to become a very successful Male Escort service. 

    It was a winner from the word go, as both Larry and Greg had all the right physical attributes: good muscles and big cocks, to attract rich guys who wanted some form of gay sexual stimulation. Within one year from starting, Greg and Larry were earning enough from their activities to leave Ringboy’s and concentrate their entire efforts on the further development of their Male Escort business.  As Greg said to Larry:  “You know, Larry, we are actually getting paid for something we love doing. But you were right; when we have sex together, it is something quite different to what we feel when we get paid for our efforts and that is what makes our relationship so very specia; we love one another and are truly and item.”

    THE END 

    If you have enjoyed this series of three related stories, you might enjoy reading my seven part SEBASTIAN series of which the first part, SEBASTIAN’S SCHOOLDAYS was posted on February 16th 2018


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  • My Former Lover Betrays His Husband for a Weekend of Wild Sex

    Four years ago as a young hot 30-year-old Scotsman and college professor, I experienced serious flirtation by one of my very sexy hot Italian upper classman named Cal. As a junior taking one of my 300 level economic classes, he constantly gave me seductive smiles and his eyes locked with mine indicating pure lust during my lectures.  And he visited my office daily with the claim he needed help with the class. I knew that was a pretext to be with me as he was one of the brightest students in the class. He seemed so turned on by my hot looks with my shinny red hair and hazel eyes; fit 160 pound hard body, my 5-feet and 11-inch height; my slim body from daily workouts; and my big bulge in my pants.

    As a horny single man, I admit that I did not discourage this hot young dude. Cal was an unbelievably gorgeous dark Italian with those sexy black eyes, coal black curly hair and a body to die for from his daily workouts plus as the second baseman on the baseball team. He had a year around dark complexion, stood five-feet and 7-inches, weighed  a fat free 155 pounds, had a movie star face, always looked like he had been poured into those tight sleek pants and polo shirt plus a big bulge inside those pants. One could see the imprint of his cock that sent me into a frenzy of desire for him.

    In spite of all his advances and flirting, I resisted his seductive behavior for three months based on our college rules. I did not want to loose my job. But Cal was one determined horny guy for sex with me. Then it all came together on a Friday when Cal came to my office and said: “Oh Professor, my parents live in another state and all my buddies have dates tonight. This is my 21st birthday and I have no one to celebrate it with me. May I take you to this five star restaurant tonight? Please Professor I am all alone.”

    I fell for his sad story and gave in knowing how dangerous this was in this weak state as I was so horny for Cal. “OK Cal, first of all call me Chase and I’ll just have dinner but nothing else.”

    “Sure Professor, I understand and I’ll be a good boy tonight.”

    After a great dinner at the restaurant on the lake, Cal said: “Professor thanks for helping me celebrate my birthday and I have one more request as the night is still young. Come to my apartment and have one nightcap—no funny business.”

    Although I knew better, I agreed. I was one weak dude at that moment.

    We had a couple of bourbons and feeling rather horny from the drinks. I noticed Cal look deep into my eyes with pure lust as he said: “Hey Chase, face it, you know how much you want me, don’t you? Fuck the college rules, we’re so into each other. Just admit we lust after each other. There is no way to turn off our lust.  You’ve never had any fucking dude that can turn you on like I can. I’ll help you have the best orgasm of your life. You’ll explode like a volcanic eruption. You can’t miss that experience. I’ll never tell. You’re job is safe.”

    That was it. Although Cal did not yet know I was his for the taking, he dove in and grabbed me in a tight bear hug and began to French kiss me as our tongues battled for position. We kisssed as if we were thristy for some liquid. I’d never been kissed  with such sensuous lips and tasteful tongue. I developed an instant diamond hard cock leaking precum. I desired Cal at that moment like no other fucking dude before. We kissed for the longest time as salvia ran down our chins and onto our clothes. Soon we began to undress each other until we were butt naked. Cal took hold of our two diamond hard cocks and ran them together. Oh fuck yea those cocks rubbing together were mind blowing. The sex was on.

    That night Cal took charge and we sucked cock, rimmed ass, kissed over and over and fucked all night with each of us coming three times. Cal was correct in that I had my greatest orgasms of my life. Man he knew how to milk me dry. It was awesome. His big 8-inch cock felt great in my pussy and he loved my smooth 7-inch dong.

    After Cal graduated, he moved out of state and met hot Dominic, a police officer and they got married. I did not hear from Cal for two years until one Wednesday night he called me and said: “Hi Chase, how have you been? Oh Chase baby, I’ve missed you so much. My husband Dominic is such a great guy and is so good to me but our sex life has become the pits. Dominic comes home and often says he is too tired for sex. We often go for weeks without sex. I just have to use sex toys to get off. I don’t I think I turn him on any more. Maybe he is having sex with some hot guys who turn him on? He seems to have a very low libido. I need sex ever night. The toys are not like the real thing. Can I come and see you this weekend?”

    With a growing stiff cock, I replied: “”Sure Cal, I’d love to see you. I’ve missed you.”

    ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

    THE WEEKEND THAT I HAD EXPLOSIVE EROTIC SEX WITH CAL, THE MARRIED MAN

    I picked up Cal at the airport. I instantly became aroused at seeing my former lover, he was still so hot. We hugged and kissed. I took him to my favorite restaurant for lunch, we went golfing and had an early dinner before returning to my condo.

    We threw off all our clothes as I starred at that sexy incredible body with that huge 8-inch dick hard as a rock pointed toward me as I drooled anticipating having that manhood up my ass.

    Cal, my best lover ever took charge. We filled my sunken bath tub that we had used many times before, turned on those jets and jumped in and began to make love. I got at one end of the tub with Cal at the other end. Soon we used our wet feet and grabbed each other’s cock. The feel of our cocks between those feet produced a growing spew of precum on our toes. Our hormones produced raging cocks as Cal began dirty talking that had always turned me on:  “Oh baby, I’m back with my fucking bitch, yea my little whore. How bad do you want me to suck that sexy cock and tell me you want my big meat up that fucking eager pussy. I can’t hear you, bitch. Tell me now.” 

    “Oh Sir, yes Sir, please suck my cock, eat my ass and oh please fuck your bitch, your slut wants that big dick up the pussy. Make me pay.”

    After 30 minutes in the tub and driven wild for each other for wild raunchy sex after two years apart, we showered and douched. Cal grabbed me by my throbbing cock and led me to my bed ready for wild action.

    I laid down on my back on the bed with my legs and feet dangling off the edge of the bed. Cal pulled my legs far apart and then he knelt on his sexy knees as he plunged his mouth, lips and tongue into my red hot crotch. For the next 30 minutes, he serviced my desperate needs as he slowly licked my inner thighs, grabbed my cum filled balls with one hand and squeezed very hard as he began to kiss and lick his way up and down my blood filled cock shaft over and over while using his fingers to fuck my ass. Oh I lost all control as I begged Cal: “Oh fuck yea, that’s it, take care of your horny bitch, suck my cock, finger my ass, eat my ass and give me that huge dick inside my pussy. Oh yea, baby welcome home to your dirty bitch.”

    After taking care of my ass, he used his hot tongue and mouth to circle my hard cock and soon he swallowed that beast balls deep in his wet warm throat. He gave me the best blowjob ever. He sped up sucking my dick as he soaked it in his spit. The sound of his sloppy blowjob had me ready to come. After the hottest and wet sucking for some ten minutes I warned him I was about to come. He pulled off my cock and said: ‘Listen you bitch, you’re not going to come until I tell you can come.” Oh that was so erotic as my cock bounced up and down on my abs. 

    Cal a professional ass eater and cock sucker, put me on my stomach, spread my legs, put a pillow under me and went in for the kill. It had been two years since my last incredible rimming by Cal. I felt him use his sexy lips and tongue to clean my ass and wrinkled ass lips. It was awesome. Finally, he plunged  his tongue as deep as he could into my ass entrance and gave me the rimming of a life time. I knew then he was aroused to the point he was ready to fuck the hell out of my ass.

    He took a bottle of scented lube I had in the drawer and lubed his hard cock and my pulsating ass. As I spread my legs even further apart, I felt the head of his stiff cock part my outer ass ring and with little concern he thrust that 8-inch dick all the way inside my pussy up to his balls. Oh hell it hurt at first but soon the pain turned to pure joy and pleasure. I began to fuck my sheets as Cal laid down on my back and fucked the hell out of his favorite man pussy. His mighty missile found my prostate and he moved that missile all around my ass making me dizzy with lust as I continued to fuck those sheets lying on my stomach. As he fucked me with such wild thrusts, he went off talking dirty to make me even more eager for his cock: “You bitch, I’m in charge and your ass belongs to me. No other cock is to be in that bitch’s ass. That ass is only for my cock. Do you get me you slut? Get it bitch.”

    That so excited me that I felt my cock head swell, my semen blasted like a rocket out of my balls, up my cock shaft and unloaded a huge load on my sheets. It felt so sticky but great. I climaxed without Cal’s permission as I cried out: “I just came, oh it was such a powerful volcanic load baby.”

    That set Cal off as he had been fucking my ass for at least 12-minutes. His breathing became fast, he grunted like some wild animal and soon I felt this rush of warm hot semen fill my ass to the brim. Wow what a load he had. The fell of all that warm semen in my ass caused my cock to release a few more spurts of cum on the sheets.

    He pulled that still hard cock out of my cum filled ass and he had me lick his cum covered cock dry after I had turned over on my back. Cal licked up gobs of the cum as it ran out of my ass and I licked my cum off the sheets and we spit all that cum into each other’s mouth for a protein meal.

    We rested for an hour before we returned to more fucking and sucking cock. I got to fuck his beautiful bubble ass and we had sex several more times that weekend before I took Cal to the airport mid-morning on Monday. We kissed and hugged at the airport and I told him I loved him and he said he loved me. I asked: “Baby what are you going to do? Baby, we’ve had great sex this weekend but I know you love Dominic.”

    As I kissed him for the final time before he got on the plane: “Baby Cal call me with your decision. I’ll understand what ever you decide.”

    Post Script: Two weeks later I got an email from Cal: “I love you and Dominic both. I can’t leave Dominic. He is my husband and he is so good to me. I hope you find a good man to be your husband. I love you, Cal.” 

    I never returned the email and did not hear from Cal again. THE END

  • Kyle & Robbie

    Kyle

    I grew up in a most unusual family that most people would refer to us as very, ‘liberal.’ From my earliest recollections I could recall seeing dad, mom, and my sister, naked. Nudity was simply the norm in our house. We lived on a fairly big property in a large four bedroom house. In our backyard, we had an unattached apartment consisting of a lounge, dining room, kitchen, and en-suite bathroom. When my sister Shelly and I were younger, visiting family and friends usually stayed in this unit.

    Once my sister Shelly turned sixteen, however, she moved into the cottage. From that age when boyfriends visited her, my parents were not concerned if the guys stayed over. My parent’s philosophy on this matter was; that they would rather know their daughter was being screwed safely at home than in some remote and dangerous back alley.

    When Shelly, who was three years older than me left for college, I begged my parents to allow me to move into the apartment. The proviso was that when Shelly visited from college, I would have to vacate the unit and move back into the main house.

    In Shelly’s final year of college, she arrived home for a two-week break with her new boyfriend, Kyle. Naturally, I had to move back into the main house during their visit.

    I was completely gobsmacked when I met Kyle. He was an artist of sorts and made the most peculiar headgear made of leather, which apparently sold very successfully. Kyle had been cultivating dreadlocks for six years and his medium brown locks extended halfway down his back. He used one of the locks to neatly encircle the rest of his trusses at the back of his head. Kyle was lanky and scruffy, but even as slovenly dressed as he was he was very sexy and had the most riveting green eyes I had ever seen. His hands were grubby and the extremities of his fingers were stained up to the second knuckle, because of the dyes and polishes he had to use for his hats.

    Kyle also exuded a pungent man smell, which was a total turn-on for me. My father owned a building supply business, so I had grown up with men who didn’t give a shit about smelling like roses. Upon meeting Kyle he embraced us all warmly and my parents took to him instantly. Kyle was very touchy-feely and constantly hugged everyone. What threw me during his entire visit was the way he caressed my back as we stood around chatting, with his fingers virtually pulsating on my back. Everyone knew I was gay, but this did not seem to trouble Kyle at all.

    On the first night of their visit, Kyle, Shelly, mom, and dad, almost smoked themselves into a coma. I was the only person in the household that didn’t smoke dope. As the evening wore on I became unsettled and simply had to get to bed early, because Kyle was driving me crazy. That night I had the displeasure of listening to sexual sounds emanating from the cottage. My room was across from the apartment’s bedroom and it was clear that Shelly was getting a really good fucking. I almost dismembered myself with frustration as I listened to the horny moans from next-door.

    On the second morning of Shelly and Kyle’s visit, they arrived in the main house for breakfast in the nude. From then on we were all naked, all the time. I was totally mesmerized by Kyle’s substantial knob. Kyle had a long foreskin overhand that extended way beyond his dick-head and which looked like a rumpled fleshy tube. Kyle had the habit of constantly tugging on his balls, before scratching his crotch. As if that wasn’t bad enough he would then lift his fingers to his nose and take a good whiff. It took all my self-restraint not to grab his hand and then sniff and lick his fingers.

    After breakfast, Shelly elected to take Kyle on a tour of our town. My father had decided that in honour of Shelly’s visit, he would also take a break from work. Dad loved the garden and spent most of his free time nurturing his passion. Shelly’s visit was, therefore, a blessing to him.

    The following morning, Shelly and mom decided to go shopping as dad mowed the lawn. At around nine I plated up some anchovy toast and coffee for Kyle and took it to the cottage. Announcing myself at the door, I entered after hearing Kyle inviting me through to the bedroom. Kyle was lying naked on the bed and the room hummed of dope, man smell, and sex. There was no mistaking that some serious fucking had taken place the night before.

    I put the tray down on the bedside table before he invited me to sit next to him on the bed. Seated aside to him his hand again caressed my back. As his pulsating fingers went to work on me, I fought with all my might not to pop a boner. Occasional glances at his dick also left me in no doubt that an enlargement was underway but when he guided my hand onto knob, I got a shock.

    “But aren’t you straight,” I apprehensively asked.

    Laughing, he said, “Straight, bi, gay, these are all just stupid words. Sex is sex, and with your sister and mom gone I think we should have some fun.” Picking up on my unease, he continued, “Relax, bro, it’s all good.”

    His hand then gripped the back of my neck before he pulled my head towards his face. Kyle had the softest lips I had ever kissed. Twirling his tongue in my mouth, he was providing me with the most sensual experience I had ever had. Lying next to him with Kyle’s body half over mine, we continued kissing. I could not resist and had to feel his locks. I had wanted to do so before but feared that my request might seem inappropriate. The dreadlocks were rather spongy to the touch and felt softer than they looked.

    Kyle then moved his hand between my legs, before his middle finger located my manhole. I gasped in his mouth when his finger began pushing into me.

    After lifting his head he said, “This is where your sister won’t allow me,” before continuing, “There’s nothing better than a tight arse.”

    Next, Kyle moved his crotch upwards towards my head and announced that it was time to lube-up his cock. I finally got a close-up look at the dick that was about to fuck me. As I tried to retract his foreskin it wouldn’t slide back. Kyle laughed, before explaining that he had phimosis and that the foreskin, therefore, couldn’t retract.

    When I asked how he normally cleaned his foreskin, he said, “I don’t, it cleans itself with piss cologne.”

    “But doesn’t it stink?” I asked, incredulously.

    “Well,” he said, with a smirk on his face, “Why don’t you tell me if it does?” Kyle then twirled his index finger in his foreskin before sticking it under my nostrils. The smell was pungent.

    Holding my head fast, Kyle began to rub his finger into my nostrils. Laughing, he then said, “Now you will be reminded of my cock every time you breathe.”

    Although I pretended to be disgusted, I was incredibly turned on by what had just happened. Finally, placing his cock in my mouth, I was instructed to get on with my lube job.

    Afterward, I was instructed to turn onto my stomach. His entry was uncomfortable at first but as his knob began stimulating my arse juices the discomfort quickly dissipated. Once our natural lubrication took its full effect, the sensation went from good to great in no time.

    On outstretched arms, Kyle now began fucking me like a man gone berserk and I fully understood why my sister had sounded like a whore at a bachelor’s party the previous evening. This guy had unbelievable stamina and it felt like he was out to set a new push-up record. When Kyle later sprayed into my tight arse he snorted like an excited boar.

    For the following few days the occasional back rubbing from Kyle continued, and the nightly sounds from the apartment next door drove me to distraction. I even got further nostril reminders of his pungent foreskin essence on a few occasions during the week, when the others weren’t watching. I also got the feeling that he loved tormenting me.

    A day before Shelly and Kyle were to depart, dad decided to join Shelly and mom on another of their shopping expeditions. It was like a dream had come true for me and I was in the cottage in a heartbeat after they left.

    Lying naked on the bed with a smirk on his face, Kyle asked, “Did you miss my smelly cock?”

    As I stood nodding, Kyle placed his hands behind his knees and after lifting his legs ordered me to give him a rimming. When I began licking his manhole Kyle sighed hornily. I slurped and prodded his hole like a feasting anteater. Ultimately, after lifting my torso I commenced rubbing my knob against Kyle’s pucker.

    Smiling at me, he then said, “Go for it, buddy” and I did. With his legs hooked over my shoulders, I began pummelling his arse.

    Kyle now placed both his hands behind his head before instructing me to clean his armpits. Licking and humping, I was soon in full cry. When I had taken care of both armpits my mouth attacked his lips. As we savoured his funk on my lips I got so excited that I began unloading into his backside, and I could not ever recall having such an intensive orgasm. As I shuddered, he held me tight while his arse muscles drained my balls dry.

    Hopping off the bed Kyle announced it was time to have a shower. After we entered the shower I was about to open the water when he hit my hand away from the faucet. Then, pushing me to my knees he lifted his dick and began spurting piss all over me. I was riveted by the way his foreskin spout sprayed its liquid out. After my body mist, his knob entered my mouth and Kyle began skull-fucking me.

    Finally, after pulling my body upward Kyle spun me around and thumped his cock straight into my arse, before I was given the pounding of a lifetime.

    “Do you like this Fulton? Do you like my filthy dick in your arse?” Kyle intoned, as he fucked me.

    “Yes, fuck me, fuck me harder,” I grunted.

    After bashing into me for several minutes he pulled my body down and scooted up my body, before erupting into my mouth. For good measure I got a few more throat-thrusts just to end off proceedings.

    We did shower after our encounter and our timing was perfect, because the shopping trio arrived back home ten minutes later. Mom was slightly concerned by a sore throat that I had developed during the morning. What a big surprize.

    The following day Shelly and Kyle departed. Sadly, they broke up several weeks later because as mom informed me in confidence, Shelly had discovered that Kyle was actually bisexual. Another huge surprize!

    A couple of years later I did see Kyle again, but that’s another story.

    ***

    Robbie

    Two years after initially meeting Kyle, I was attending the same college my sister had gone two. My father had a stroke of genius five years before and purchased an apartment for my sister to live in while attending college. Not only did this save him a fortune in residence fees, ultimately, for both his kids, but the value of the unit also escalated considerably during this period. This accommodation setup worked seamlessly, because after Shelly finished off at college, I was just beginning.

    Fortunately, the place had been tastefully decorated thanks to Shelly and mom. It was a comfortable apartment one bedroom apartment. The lounge, dining room, and kitchen area, were open-planned. It was also very practically located near to the college.

    On the afternoon that I bumped into Kyle, again, I was sitting on a park bench after college. It was in a lovely little park close to the apartment and I often relaxed there, before making my way home after classes. As Kyle approached we immediately recognized one another. Kyle had lost the dreadlocks and his hair was cut quite short. He had also cultivated a neat beard and moustache. He was a lot defter and handsomer than what I remembered from two years before. Seated next to him, I gave Kyle a brief update on my life and how my folks and Shelly were doing.

    Kyle then told me his history of the past two years. Nine months before he had gone to rehab after his life had fallen apart. Apart from the dope, he had also been into all other kinds of stuff. His leather hat business had dissolved and his life had spiralled out of control.

    For the past six months, he was living with an old buddy named Robbie. Robbie had organized a job for Kyle, at a plant where Robbie worked as the foreman. It was a machine shop, which produced metal parts for; as he put it, “Everything.”

    Although he and Robbie had sex occasionally, they weren’t an item. Both guys had an aversion to the word gay, and simply referring to their sexual activity as; ‘doing the man thing.’

    Kyle’s demeanour had also changed considerably from when I had last seen him, and he seemed a lot less cocky. We spent a very enjoyable hour in each other’s company before going our separate ways. I invited him to dinner the following evening, and as he had dated my sister previously I didn’t need to furnish him with my address details.

    The following evening he arrived around six. When I asked him if Robbie minded him visiting me, he laughed and then said, “No, not at all.”

    Being a Saturday evening, Robbie had apparently headed off to a bear party on a plot out of town. Evidently, Robbie was a total bear. Kyle then went on to tell me that living with Robbie wasn’t ideal, but that he had to grin and bear it until he got back on his feet again.

    After dinner, we sat around chatting till quite late. During our conversation Kyle mentioned that he had met a guy a few months before and that they were having a scene. Reg, the guy in question, had also suggested that Kyle should move in with him, an option Kyle was seriously considering.

    Finally, he asked me if he could stay over. Having had many wanking sessions in the past two years thinking about him, I was naturally very amenable to his suggestion.

    Once we were lying in bed he observed me with his head propped up on one arm, before asking, “Do you still remember that smell you were so nuts about?”

    “Yes,” I replied, smiling.

    Kyle then began twirling his forefinger inside cock-hood before inserting it into my nostrils. We both had a good laugh about the gesture. Kyle then shifted his body onto mine as we commenced kissing.

    A short while later Kyle lifted my left leg before inserting his knob into my butt. His pace was slow and leisurely. My body was then manipulated from side to side, up, down and around, as he relentlessly fucked me.

    “I hope that you’re not tired tonight?” he said, as we ambled on.

    “Not at all,” I replied, with a huge smile.

    After an endless excursion in the Garden of Eden, he asked, “Mouth or butt?”

    “Both,” I replied.

    Laughing, he retorted, “You greedy little bitch.” Then throwing back his head, Kyle began to groan as he seeded my backside.

    As we lay on the bed afterward, he said, “I really like your long hair, it suits you.”

    I had been growing my hair over the previous two years, which I now wore in a ponytail. I had incredibly thick hair and was the envy of all the girls at college.

    Reflectively, Kyle then continued, “Robbie will be besotted with you. Just be careful when you meet him, he is very domineering and overbearing. He’ll be all over you like a rash.”

    “What does he look like?” I asked.

    “He’s stocky, bald, hairy, but good looking in a macho way.” According to Kyle, Robbie not only had one of thickest cocks he had ever seen, but it was also one of the stiffest erect dicks that Kyle had ever encountered. Robbie was apparently an A-class ‘manhole tormentor,’ and tended to be rough in the bedroom. Kyle and I had sex twice more that night.

    The following day after a few more fuck-sessions, he left late in the afternoon. The sex had been great and I was very pleased we had met again.

    The following week, he popped by on Wednesday evening and we again had fantastic sex before he left at around eleven p.m.

    On Saturday, we repeated our ritual of the previous weekend and the routine was perpetuated.

    The following Wednesday we again had another session. This schedule, however, would be ending the following week when Reg who was on a two-week holiday, returned home.

    Upon leaving my place later that evening Kyle invited me to dinner at his place on Saturday evening, to reciprocate for all my hospitality. He mentioned that Robbie would be going out that evening and that he would most probably not return until the following day.

    After arriving at Kyle’s place at six p.m., I finally got to meet Robbie who had not yet departed for his engagement. In the hour before Robbie left we sat around chatting. He was exactly as Kyle had described him, ultra-masculine. As Kyle had predicted, Robbie was taken with me and his eyes virtually danced in his head as he kept staring at me. Somewhat reluctantly, Robbie departed a short while later.

    Kyle then showed me around the apartment while the food was on the go. They weren’t the tidiest guys in the world, but it wasn’t too bad. Robbie had a huge bed in his room and Kyle slept on a foldout couch, in the lounge. The living area was spacious with a fair sized open kitchen. Apart from that, there was a separate toilet and small bathroom in the apartment.

    After an enjoyable meal, the foldout couch was opened and our action got underway. As always, Kyle was a great lover and our marathon session was fantastic.

    While we were lying and chatting on the foldout bed until much later on, Robbie unexpectedly returned home at eleven. With Robbie seated on a chair opposite the couch, the three of us chewed the fat for a short while.

    I again picked up on an interesting dynamic, which I had observed in the interaction between Kyle and Robbie earlier that evening. It was almost as if Kyle was deferential and subservient toward Robbie. I supposed that this was because Kyle was living with Robbie, and secondly, Kyle was also Robbie’s underling in their workplace.

    After standing up a while later, Robbie told us that he had not scored that evening and was as horny as hell. In what sounded more like a command than a request, he looked at Kyle and said, “I am going to borrow Fulton for a while.”

    Shrugging sheepishly, Kyle answered, “Okay, but please just take it easy with him.”

    Robbie immediately walked through to his bedroom and returned seconds later with a set of earplugs. After tossing them onto the bed next to Kyle, he then said, “If our sounds bug you, use those.” Kyle looked like a scolded dog and I really felt sorry for him.

    Robbie then glared at me and said, “Let’s get going, boy, my nuts need to lose some weight.”

    Getting up somewhat perplexed, I had no doubt that my opinion on this issue did not matter at all. I was then frogmarched to the bedroom before Robbie closed the door behind us.

    As I observed him while he undressed, Robbie had a magnificent stout body. His large hands and feet were broad and beautiful, and his thighs and calves were bulbous and muscular. Robbie sported a tattoo of a large and very ominous looking scorpion on his back. Kyle had not lied about Robbie’s cock, it was fucking thick and already rock hard. His knob stuck out of his broad hips like a ramrod. What Kyle had not mentioned, however, was the thick PA ring that Robbie had through the front of his dick.

    Seeing the look of shock on my face he laughed before he began removing it. “I have a collection of cock-jewellery, some a lot more hectic than this. Tonight I’ll go easy on you, only tonight,” he said, in a low rumbling guffaw.

    Having removed the ring he dismissively threw it on the floor. Then, moving towards me he put his hand behind my head and removed the elastic imprisoning my ponytail. “Shake your hair loose,” he commanded. I did as was told and my hair fell unconfined over both my shoulders.

    Smiling, he said, “That’s how I like your hair.” As he stroked my thick hair with his broad fingers as he intensely gazed at me.

    Continuing to caress my hair with his left hand his right hand he began to caress my face. “Tonight I’m going to show you how a real man fucks.” After uttering those words, he placed his hand on my chest before pushing my body onto the bed. Robbie then instructed me to move further up and place my head on the pillows.

    As he got onto the bed his thick tree-trunk thighs forced my legs wide apart, before he asked, “How many loads do you have in you?”

    “Two,” I answered.

    “Great, then you will be well primed and ready for my cock,” he replied.

    Hovering over me, he then pushed his arms through under my arms before cradling my head in his hands. After enveloping my mouth with his lips, his tongue began its erotic exploration. Robbie first ran his tongue between my bottom lip and teeth, before moving to the upper channel. The back of my upper and lower teeth were then scoured by his febrile tongue. Finally, his tongue began licking the roof of my mouth.

    As the intensity of his oral action escalated, Robbie lowered his body onto mine and commenced rubbing my genitals with his ridiculously hard dick. The ‘ground and pound’ was manic and I began whimpering like crazy. Lifting his head his huge left hand then covered my lips.

    As the onslaught increased, he said, “Your anguish gives me pleasure. Nothing makes me hornier than agony. When a bitch yelps, ‘she’ is showing his daddy respect.”

    After what seemed like never-ending torment, Robbie pushed his knees forward widening my crack to the maximum. Guided by his right hand his meat-pole then located my butthole, and after rubbing the head of his knob against my hole a few times he lanced into me in one fell swoop.

    Had I not been fucked earlier I would have blacked out from the strain. It was excruciating and totally exhilarating! As I tried to gasp and grunt, his hand tightened over my mouth as he began pistoning into me.

    As Robbie’s huge hand muffled my moans he jackhammered my backside manically. I was completely overcome with pain and pleasure. Using his feet for traction he incessantly thumped my hole before finally holding still in me. Clamped in his vicelike grip we lay like that for a short while as I listened to his heavy breathing. Once my ‘punishment’ had ceased and the ‘agony’ had been overtaken by ecstasy, he slowly removed his hand from my mouth.

    Robbie now began hungrily nibbling on my quivering lips. After lifting his torso upwards with his dick inside me, Robbie then encased my legs in his elbows. Hovering over me and propped up by his arms, he announced, “After pain, you get rewarded with pleasure.”

    As he ardently began rocking to and fro, all the discomfort vanished and was replaced by an unbelievably enjoyable sensual sensation. Because of his girth and rigidity of his knob, he massaged my prostate like I had never known possible. All my former grunts and cries were now replaced by sighs of total delight. On and on Robbie stimulated me, in a carnal wonderland.

    Upon reaching a mind-blowing orgasm, I grunted, “Jesus, I am going to cum.” My spunk spewed out of me and all over my body, without me even touching my cock.

    Staring down at me with an impish look in his eyes, he asked, “Was that worth the pain?”

    “Fuuuck yeah,” I replied.

    Next, dislodging his dick from me Robbie pushed my legs down before moving up my body on his knees. His dick was coated with white foam from the two loads that Kyle had supplied. He began scooping the churned cream from his cock and feeding it to me. After I licked his knob clean he began tugging on his monster, and I could only fit the tip of his thick cock in my mouth. As I licked I was rewarded with a banquet of spunk. I had never seen anyone cum for that long, or produce as much ball-juice as Robbie.

    After moving down my body he again lay on top of me before we began kissing fervently. Lifting his head later he said, “You’re mine now, are we clear on that?”

    “Fuck yeah, clear as a bell,” I replied.

    Soon after, I got another oral pounding that was far less hectic than the one before.

    Next, lifting his body a short while later, he ordered me on my stomach. As my next butt pounding got underway he said, “You’ll be staying in this bed tonight. I didn’t borrow you, I confiscated you. It’s time for Kyle to move on.”

    For the next hour, Robbie humped me incessantly. Slow, fast, hard, and gentle, totally taming me to his needs. His oral onslaught on my head alternated between loving and painful.

    On both occasions when I came on his sheets, I paid for my pleasure by receiving bite-marks on my neck. When we ended our session, my submission was total and my addiction complete.

    Early the following morning I again got put through my paces. I even got to experience some of the more hectic cock-jewellery and restraints that Robbie had in his arsenal. Robbie was a complete fuck-machine!

    When we finally got out of bed Kyle had departed, and left a note to say that Reg had arrived back late the previous evening and that he would be spending the day with Reg.

    Kyle moved out of Robbie’s unit early the following week. I saw Kyle a few times after that and was really pleased to learn that he and Reg were getting on very well.

    Robbie’s regime of pain and pleasure completely overtook my existence and I was enjoying the journey I had embarked upon with him, more and more. Every day he surprised and delighted me, as he kept expanding my sexual boundaries.


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  • Guilty pleasure

    Beads of sweat rolled down Caleb’s forehead as he pushed himself as he got to the ten mile mark on the treadmill. The burning in his calf was a welcoming sensation, he could feel the tired muscles straining to keep pace with his demand on the run. 

    Watching the mile meter slowly creep up to the ten mile mark he pushed himself harder increasing the speed and incline of the machine, he could feel his calf on fire, his legs shaking and growing weak yet with determination he pushed through it all. 

    He roared in triumph as he made his mark, his feet jumping to the sides as he pressed a few buttons and the machine started to whirl down to a stop.

    Jumping off the machine he walked around with his arms up allowing his body to settle and get his breathing back to normal. He never felt so alive feeling the runners high, he wanted to take advantage of that on other workouts before the high died down. 

    Grabbing a spray bottle and paper towel he wiped down the tread and made way to the weights. Grabbing a couple of dumbbells he started to curls counting the reps as he went. 

    Caleb had been coming to the gym five sometimes six days a week to get out his sexual frustration. He had been dating his boyfriend Skylar for nearly a year now and though he loves him with all his heart, sex had always been an issue with them, well more like Caleb in general. He loves the connect they both have when making love and making love is amazing but his dick is barely pushing six and half inches and not that much girth to work with real makes sex boring and have to jack off riggerisluy in order to cum and make it seem like Skylar made him cum. 

    Getting his selfish thoughts out of his head he concentrated on his reps.

    “Hey stranger long time no see” A deep voice said. 

    Stopping what he was doing Caleb set the weights down and turned his head back. 

    His inner goodies started doing the tango at the sight of the modern day Adonis. It was Alex, Skylar’s older brother. 

    He stood nearly six for five his short brown hair damp with sweat. He wore black under armor and gym shorts…freeballing?

    “eyes up here” He chuckled. 

    Caleb’s cheeks flushed red.

    “I saw you running and I have to say I am very impressed with that workout really pushed yourself” 

    Trying to find his voice he finally spoke. “Yeah, I love a good run it helps push out the troubles of the day away” 

    “I hear ya there bud” 

    Walking over to the far end of the rack he picked up a set of heavier dumbbells and walked over to me and began his sets. 

    Caleb watching in awe as his biceps swelled with each curls, each one almost the size of his head. He was just a well muscle god. 

    What the fuck? Caleb thought to himself. Why was he having such thoughts about his boyfriends brother. 

    Trying not to look weird he grabbed his sets and finished his reps. 

    It was getting late as both boy made small talk and workout together, Alex even helped Caleb do squats. Though not knowing it Alex was watching Caleb’s fat ass bulge in his shorts with each squat wanting to push his groin into that ass but manage to hold back his temptation. 

    Both boys walked into the locker after wiping down their weights and machines they used, the gym was empty except the one staff member who worked the graveyard shift. 

    As they began to strip Caleb looked up and saw Alex undressing in the full body mirror, he caught him the moment he pulled down his gym shirts. His legs were hairless and smooth showing the curves of his leg muscles with such definition but when he stood straight his mouth dropped open. His dick was huge!

    It wasn’t hard at all his meat was soft and thick hung a good six and half inches soft swaying side to side as he move to put his dirty clothes In his locker. 

    Caleb looked away at the last second as Alex walked into the shower room hearing the slapping of his meat hitting his thighs. 

    “Fuck Caleb stop…you have a boyfriend” He argued with himself. Quickly stripping he made his way into the shower room. Alex was on the far left, to curve his temptation Caleb when to the far end opposite of Alex. 

    Turning on the water he leaned forward holding himself up with his arms against the wall, he cleared his mind feeling the hot water run down his body. 

    Alex slowly crept back into his mind but this time he didn’t attempt to push his thoughts away, he allowed them. He felt his dick instantly stiffen. He slowly reached down stroking his dick. 

    Keeping his eyes closed the remembered every detail of that muscled god. Right down to his hung dick, he imagined what it would be like if Alex was the one to fuck him every night. He bit his lower lip as he he gripped his dick hard and stroked more and more. 

    “Alex…” He moaned.

    “I’m here” He said. His body was lost in lust and bliss that rational thinking was all but gone. 

    Alex walked behind him his semi hard dick pressing between the fat cheek he so desired to bury his dick in and breed. One well defined muscled arm wrapped around his waist pulling Caleb closer to him and the other running his the smaller boy’s toned body up to his neck and gently tilting it to the side. Caleb buried his face In the crook of the smaller boy’s neck and kissed all around earning several low moans from him. Caleb’s body shook with such pleasure that it almost made him cum. 

    Alex smiled knowing he was the one causing Caleb to be in such a state, he could smell the sexual frustration coming off him like a d go in heat, He knew the moment that his brohter introduced Caleb to everyone that a guy like him needed to be taken care of in bed and his brother’s small pecker wasn’t going to cut it. 

    “We…We shouldn’t be doing this” Caleb moaned weakly. 

    “It’s not what you body is telling me….” He growled.

    “Tell me you want it baby…” 

    Caleb didn’t respond just moaning luckily he knew ways to get his answer. The arm that was holding his waist slithered down running over Caleb’s raging hard dick and deep between his legs his wet fingers easy found and slide into his tight warm hole. 

    “Say it” He pumped his two big fingers into his ass.

    Caleb yelped in pleasure. “YES!” He whimpered. 

    Alex grinned. “Good…my brother is a good man but he is no sex god. He hasn’t pleased you the way you should be pleased, fortunately for both of us I’ll succeed where he has failed” 

    His nearly beer can ten inch thick dick was solid hard. Good thing he always packed water resistant lube so fucks in showers were easy. 

    Grabbing the smaller boy’s hips he slowly pushed his fat head into the tight hole. 

    Caleb groaned not accustomed to such a big dick, but Alex was patient as he worked his dick in slowly wanting Caleb to feel good and enjoy getting fucked by him. 

    It took a good minute for his entire meat log was buried deep within Caleb. His heavy cum filled sack resting against his cheek.

    Letting out a moan he leaned his head against Caleb’s shoulder, he could feel the boy shake. 

    “I got you baby boy” He reached up turning his Caleb’s head towards him. 

    Alex was surprised, gazing into his eyes he saw nothing but pure lust and ecstasy. He kissed him long and hard before starting his work. He slowly pulled out to the head and slowly pushed in, Caleb moaned grinding his ass back onto Alex when his cock was reburied deep within him. 

    He kept this up allowing Caleb to enjoy and feel it all, his hole was tight and warm feeling it get easier to push back in him with each stroke. 

    “Fuck baby boy…so warm and tight.” He slowly started to pick up the pace, Caleb’s fat ass bouncing and jiggling with each pound it made him that much hotter as he started really fucking him. 

    Caleb moaned loudly not caring who might hear he was getting the fucking he always wanted. Needed. It was better then he imagined it to be.

    The locker room echoed with sound of moaning and bodies slapping together. 

    “Fuck yes fuck me baby yes!” Caleb roared. 

    Alex smirked and did as requested. He pummelled his his rod over and again into his baby boy, he knew that after tonight that Caleb will all he be thinking about. Feeling the urge to cum he pulled Caleb off and spun him around hosting him up onto his hips as he settled Caleb’s fat ass onto his dick. He pushed him against the wall both arms around his back and hand grasping his shoulder as he bounced the smaller boy into his dick over and over again. He could hear his whimpers and moans as his face was buried In the crook of Alex’s neck. 

    “I’m so close” Caleb whimpered. 

    This was it. He got Caleb ahold in a way and went to town. He fucked him as hard as he could feeling his own cum getting ready to burst. 

    “Yes yes Alex yes here it comes don’t stop!!!” He yelled.

    “FUCK!!!” The both roared. 

    It was such perfect timing. Alex trusted his fat dick deep as he could as he felt ropes and ropes of hot thck cum being unleashed deep within his baby boy. Caleb’s own cum shot  between their bodies, their stomachs rubbing together coating the skin in it. 

    Alex knees started to shake as he was defiantly out of enegery form a mind blowing fuck and workout. He slowly lowered their bodies to the tiled floor of the shower stall. His cock remained within Caleb, as they both just sat their catching their breaths. 

    Caleb’s slowly lifted his head as the high slowly went away. He slowly pulled himself off Alex’s semi hard dick, he moaned as he felt suddenly empty inside but with each movement he could feel the cum inside him. He leaned back against the wall looking at Alex, his eyes were closed but he was smiling. 

    “That was the best fuck I have every had and I don’t say that often…” 

    “We can’t tell anyone.” Caleb said.

    “What?” 

    “No one can know we fucked. Your brother would be devastated…and….this was only a one time thing…i got what I need.”

    “Oh…i’m hurt” He grinned.

    “I’m serious…”

    “OKay okay..i will stay away” He got up slowly washing off his dick. “But YOU won’t be able to stay away for long” He said. Rubbing his dick over Caleb’s face as he turned to leave. 

    “Fuck…”

    The end. 


    I didn’t originally want to make another chapter from my first story but I figured it be hot to write what happened at the gy,m. Please rate and comment let me know how it was! Thank you!


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