Author: admin

  • Kai in Hell

    Note: I wrote this after going through Corruption of Champions, and those stories are… hardcore, I suppose. This story is going to be influenced by the game, so this is going to serve as a slight warning. (It’s not too bad but I’m going to add this here just in case)


    Kai is blasted awake by a wave of burning air. He blinks a few times, utterly confused.

    Squinting, he takes in his surroundings: he is a top some sort of small stone structure, arms chained down by his side with heavy metal cuffs around each wrist. Looking around, he can make out red mountains of fire in the distance and an apparent sizzling on the dirt ground beneath him, the world looks as if it was from Hell itself. Just as he finishes taking in the scenery, Kai begins to pant. The air is hot and humid, clinging to every surface, every crevice, on his defined, muscular—and notably nude—body. Sweat traced each perfect part of his body as he shifts in his bounds, still unsure of the entire scenario.

    Kai adjusts his legs, as they had grown tired from pressing against the unforgiving stone. But this movement forces a gasp out of him. As he gyrates his hips, he notices a feeling inside him… deep inside him. He is bound down onto a stone pillar that is piercing into him through his anal opening. Kai hyperventilates as he tries to accustom himself with the rock filling his insides. He looks down in shock as his own cock, full mast and bouncing off his abs eagerly, seems to be enjoying his body’s dilemma.

    Kai grunts as he tries to reach for his pulsing girth, only to be denied by the cuff and chains. Precum dribbles out and mixes with the sweat pouring from his body as Kai has no choice but to thrust himself up and down on the pillar for release. Involuntary moans escape his lips as he feels an orgasm building, muscles clenching to brace for release, mind melting under pleasure.

    “The summoning was successful, my Lord.”

    Kai snaps back to reality as he looks around to find the source of the voice. His face burns as red as the floor as he realizes he had fucked himself with a stone dildo in front of other people. But, as he turns his head left to identify the voice, he finds that they were not simply “people”.

    “Hello, human.”

    The voice resonates in Kai’s head with such liquid lust that both he and his cock begin to profusely drool. A light leaves his eyes as if he lost the ability to think. He shakes his head violently, wondering what had caused him to lose himself to such a degree.

    A demon of disappointingly small stature removes himself from a throne and walks in front of Kai, still held in bondage.

    “My name is… well, I guess you don’t need to know that.”

    Kai tries to speak, but nothing comes out.

    “Yeah, don’t bother. I won’t be allowing you to speak. While you’re here, you won’t need to talk… you’ll just need to feel.” He says as he stretches out Kai’s hole to fit an extra couple playful fingers in next to the stone phallus, drawing a clear moan from Kai. The demon climbs on top of the stone structure then onto Kai’s strong thighs, still barely reaching eye level.

    “So, I’m throwing this party, right? And I promise everyone there’ll be a premium quality human for them to play with.” The demon explains, absentmindedly tweaking and playing with Kai’s nipples, causing him to grit his teeth to suppress a moan, “but the issue is, I don’t have one. Legally, anyway. So that’s where you come in! I’m just going to borrow you for a bit, then put you back before I get in trouble, okay?”

    “Let me just prepare you a bit before the guests arrive.” Kai can hardly make a dissatisfied grunt before the dildo retracts into the stone beneath him, and his head is pulled back by an invisible force and cuffed down by the neck, similar, but lighter, to the thick metal around his wrists.

    Kai, now bound by the arms and neck, defenselessly displays his body as he can no longer move any meaningful distance. His slightly spread legs are held down purely by their positioning under him, feet around his lower back, highlighting his meat, while his arms and neck are now tightly bound to the stone slab he rests on. Kai flexes his arms to he tests the bonds, unable to pull his arms up any higher than his thighs. From this angle, Kai can barely see the demon moving, as most of the view is obstructed by the collar and his own firm pecs.

    The demon whips out a handful of dirt and whispers words of magic, enchanting it with life. The dirt, now somewhat resembling a thick worm with extra bumps around its outer layer, wiggles with anticipation as the demon coils it around the base of Kai’s penis. Kai shouts as he sees the creature make its way up his completely hardened cock, standing with its full height poking straight up into the damp air. Slowly, the worm crawls in a circular motion up the entire length until it finds Kai’s urethra. Kai’s protests fall on deaf ears as it teases the slit open, and begins to enter. Every slimy bump massages the inside of Kai’s length as it methodically inches its way down, drawing out a breath from Kai with every advance. The worm settles down, having completely filled the inside of Kai’s manhood. Kai pants as he looks at his meat in disbelief, but just as his breathing becomes more well paced, the worm suddenly begins to wriggle around, sending Kai into a frenzy. Kai pathetically squirms in his bonds as he thrusts his length up and down emptily in the air, causing a loud clapping noise as his cockhead slaps onto his hardened muscles. The worm, creating a sensation as if every inch of the inside were being coated by a delicate tongue bath, causes Kai’s eyes to roll back. The feeling immediately draws an orgasm out of Kai, but the creature inside of Kai has other ideas. Compressing and expanding, the worm constantly pistons the cum further out and then deeper into Kai, giving him the sense of a constant orgasm, until the worm pushes the spunk all the way back down after a few minutes.

    “You like that?” The demon asks, smiling, as he looks at the sweaty mess Kai is, “you’ll feel that whenever you please a guest, but you won’t be allowed to cum until after the party.”

    “Servant! How much time before they arrive?” The demon calls

    “The gathering will begin soon, my Lord”

    A slight hint of panic reaches the demon’s face as he looks away from Kai. “Quick! You finish preparing the human’s body, I’ll go make sure everything else is ready” he shouts, scrambling a bit before vanishing into a fiery mist.

    The servant grabs the chain attached to Kai’s neck cuff and violently jerks his body upright, clearly unconcerned with Kai’s comfort. He digs into his pockets to reveal two small, black rings.

    One hand still grabbing Kai’s collar, he moves the other towards Kai’s nipples, piercing and attaching the rings with fast, successive motions, before throwing Kai back down onto the stone like a slab of meat. The servant removes the chains—but not the cuffs themselves—before shoving a couple fingers into Kai’s stretched hole, which was feeling particularly empty in the absence of the rock. He whispers a few words and Kai notices a distinct warmth in his anus before the servant, too, disperses into flames, taking the throne and the platform that Kai was on with him.

    Kai falls to the red dirt then looks around, blinking as sweat drips into his eyes—dazed, but still incredibly horny. Kai, while not entirely sure of the effects of the magic in his ass, knew something was wrong. The warmth had left, leaving his hole quivering with anticipation, hoping anything would fill it. Completely alone in a barren, red desert, encircled by distant mountains in every direction, Kai flexes, trying to lift his heavy, bound arms, but he can barely manage a couple inches before he tires, dropping back down to the ground. From this position, Kai is barely able to reach his fingers into his hole, having just enough to pull at the entrance, but not enough to breach it, leaving him begging for more. Before long, the demon returns, quickly dragging Kai by the collar to a seemingly unimportant location in the desert.

    Then, just as the demon did, more of his kind burn into existence—dozens of them. The guests, Kai assumes. The demon snaps his fingers and the area roars to life, marble pillars and floor shaking itself up from the red sand. The sudden entrance of a mansion is met with applause and an announcement:

    “Let the party begin!” The demon shouts.

    The party was surprisingly… human, as laughter and conversation fills the room. The demons chatter away, nonchalantly sipping their drinks and grabbing snacks. Everything was normal. That is, besides Kai, cuffed wrists bound behind the shoulders of a bronze demon statue, his thighs held high and spread apart by the statue’s unrelenting metal grip. Kai’s body was disturbingly accessible as the statue proudly displayed Kai’s twitching anus. The cool air inside of the room licked at the entrance, not daring to go any deeper. Kai tries to speak, to yell out at someone, anyone, to fill him. Yet, despite being the center of the stage, the demons completely disregard Kai’s existence. Kai moans and grunts, but all Kai can do is stare at the demons’ groins, following the unnaturally large penises’ swaying with his hungry eyes. 

    Kai is held like this, tortured, for who knows how long. The drool that had pooled on him drips down as he re-positions himself, trying to find a little more comfort in the statue’s cold hands. Every bulging muscle in Kai’s body is crying for attention, to be touched, to be toyed with. His member throbs, shifting side to side, but the only sensation it receives is from Kai’s own hot skin as it slowly drags across his abs. 

    Kai’s hope begins to slowly seep away, but his captor breaks the mundane conversations with a shout, “Now, for the main event!” he yells proudly.

     The demons holler as all of their attention suddenly shifts to Kai, a complete 180 from the rest of the party.

    “If you’d like to do the honors, Father” the demon says, bowing to a significantly larger demon.

    “It’s far too cold in here, we’re moving outside,” it declares.

    Kai gasps as the words bleed pleasure into every pore in his body. He would have cum on the spot, had the worm inside him not prevented it.

    “Why yes, of course! But, if you’ll allow me, could you avoid speaking with such magic in your voice?” The demon says, shifting his gaze to Kai’s delirious eyes, “we wouldn’t want to… damage… the human.” He quickly removes the metal cuffs from Kai, releasing Kai from the statue, before quickly scrambling back to the Father.

    It grunts, somewhat dissatisfied, before throwing Kai’s massive body like a ragdoll back into the blistering heat of the desert. The impact knocks the wind out of Kai, but he’s far too entranced by the large demon’s meat to notice.

    The dozens—now hundreds as more demons had arrived—of less significant demons circle around Kai and the Father as the large demon’s cock reaches its maximum length. He turns Kai over and rests his oversized cockhead on Kai’s back entrance. Kai clenches his fists beneath his sweating face as he braces for the entry and looks back at the large demon mounted on him.

    “I hope you will not break like the others.”

    The large demon stabs forward, completely filling Kai to the brink. The worm inside Kai’s manhood begins to violently writhe around, and his newly obtained nipple piercings begin to vibrate, a function that Kai did not know they had. The wave of pleasure immediately breaks Kai’s form as his arms give out under him, leaving his face to drag in the hot sand with every thrust. The demon’s heat wells up so deep inside Kai that his body had felt empty in comparison, like his body was made to hold the Father’s cock, but he had never known.

    Originally, Kai felt relief and happiness, glad that something finally fucked him after being held in the statue’s arms. But the feeling quickly left him, replaced by blind lust and pleasure, as each thrust from the hulking demon penetrated deeper, harder, and faster. Kai’s legs quickly gave out as well, leaving him sprawled out, barely held up by the demon’s stiff cock and firm hands.

    Time passes like this, Kai no more than a hole, a meat puppet, for the demon to fuck, as every well built muscle in Kai’s body fell limp under the endless assault of the demon’s phallus. 

    The feeling in Kai’s arms, legs, and eventually, head, left him, leaving only his guts, a cum receptacle, to feel with. It was as if every inch of Kai was being brutally penetrated by the demon, as mind numbing pleasure accompanied every movement, no matter how small. Everything made Kai hot with desire. The way the demon’s balls slapped onto Kai’s own, both full and churning with unreleased cum, the way it felt like demonic cum was dribbling directly into Kai’s stomach, the way the hundreds of eyes devoured Kai’s strong, yet now powerless, figure, the way he could no longer think of anything besides the cock pistoning back and forth inside him, mixing up his insides.

    Kai eventually passes out, unable to handle the constant sensations across his entire body. But the demon does not miss a beat, continuing his onslaught. After a while—what must’ve been hours—Kai wakes up with no more energy than when he passed out, as he still feels the tremendous size of the demon splitting him in two. The demon’s cock had become like a drug, an addiction. Kai wanted more—no, needed more—as the downtime when the demon drew back his penis for the next thrust left Kai’s body a gaping hole needing nothing else but to be filled. Kai’s mind was nearing the point of no return: unable to remember his existence before the Father’s cock was burrowed inside him, filling him with the constant heat. But just as Kai was reaching that breaking point, the large demon roared, erupting all of his demonic spunk straight into Kai. There was so much that Kai could have sworn he was tasting it as it sloshed around, going deeper into his innards.

    The large demon backs up, satisfied, dropping Kai’s lifeless legs to the ground. Kai lays belly-first on the hot sand, arms and legs sprawled out and limp as cum flows from his back entrance. The demon turns and walks back into the marble mansion to relax. Kai, unfortunately, is not given that opportunity. The other demons, now unrestrained as the Father had finished, jump at Kai, full of cum and ready to violate. These demons, significantly smaller than the large demon and Kai—each not even the size of Kai’s torso—fondle every inch of Kai. Having temporarily lost the ability to move, the demons use Kai without him even being capable of protesting. Multiple demons hold Kai up as they push his penis, balls still full of cum, into another demon, eliciting a moan from Kai. Every orifice they can find on Kai is filled. The demons crawl all over his barely upright body with abnormally sized cocks for their stature, shoving them into any and all obscure places. A few manage to cram into Kai’s mouth, another some are lodged in his anal cavity, while the rest are left to their own devices—some try to fuck Kai’s ears, some his nose, the rest simply rub against Kai’s hands, feet, muscles… any unused surface that they can find, until they achieve release. A few even claw at his cum-filled meat, trying to slip a finger or two inside. Eventually, every single one was satisfied, leaving Kai’s lifeless body to soak in the ungodly amounts of spunk. The worm unlodges itself from Kai’s still throbbing manhood before turning back into dust, releasing the steady stream of Kai’s seed it blocked onto himself. Without even needing a touch, Kai begins to ejaculate profusely, dick bobbing up and down from the force, until not even a drop is left, adding a significant amount to the already existing pool around him. 

    The party must have ended as Kai abruptly wakes up, standing on a sidewalk. He looks around… there’s grass, a blue sky… people. Kai, realizing he was in the human world again, runs straight for a restroom stall, ripping off his clothes, leaving them in tatters beneath him.

    He plants down onto the toilet and desperately tugs at his cock, achieving release over and over, loudly spilling his seed haphazardly on the floor. Kai moves his other hand down to his anus and shoves everything he can into it. But it’s not enough. He claws at the stall walls while still jerking off with the other hand, wishing for something to fill him the way the demon did.

    More… I need more…

  • A Handsome Prince From the Kingdom of Horny

    “Holy shit!  This man knows what he’s doing!”

    My thoughts kept going, even though my body felt like every bone in it had melted.  “I now know the difference between being fucked, and being made love to.  It’s unreal how they can be so completely alike, and yet be so drastically different.”

    The tenderness he had displayed when he started moving in me had overwhelmed me.  He moved so slowly that it felt like it took forever for him to fully enter me, and then he took just as long to withdraw—and he withdrew fully each time, rubbing his cock around my ass before starting to slowly fill me again.  I was frantic with longing every time he pulled out of me.  I needed that feeling of fullness.

    The sensations, and emotions, built with every movement he made, and I began to wonder if I could die of sheer feeling…then the sensations built more, and I couldn’t even think.  All I could do was feel.

    He started to withdraw when he felt my balls tightening, and knew I was about to release.  Somehow I knew what he was thinking and I wrapped my legs around him to keep his gorgeous cock in me.  I locked my feet together, holding him inside of me, and thought, “I could stay like this forever.”  I gazed into his beautiful eyes. 

    Without really realizing I was speaking, I whispered, “I wish there wasn’t a world out there.  It would be wonderful if there was just you and me, just like this for the rest of eternity.”

    He wrapped my arms around his neck, nibbled on my ear for a minute, and then slipped his hands under my butt.  He picked me up off the bathroom counter, and started to walk toward the bedroom.  My legs were still wrapped around him and his cock still in me. 

    He whispered in my ear, “My turn, handsome.  I need to feel you inside of me.”

    We just laid there for a moment as he casually played with my cock.  I started to get turned on—well, more turned on—and was getting ready to make love to him, when he said, “Before we start playing again, I want to find out more about you.  What’s your deepest, darkest fantasy?  I mean the one that you have never told anyone, but have jacked off to the most.  I want to fulfill that fantasy for you tonight, no matter how strange you might think it is.”

    I flipped over, put my arms on his chest, and laid my head on my arms, looking at him.  “Babe, I’ve had fantasies of your moustache since I first saw you.  I dreamed about that flattop on my balls.  You’ve been my biggest fantasy, my greatest fetish, ever since I first laid eyes on you.  I can’t believe that I’m laying here with my head on the hairy chest of a man that surpasses any fantasy I’ve ever had.  I never dreamed that a man could ever have eyes like you do.  I’ve never imagined that I could experience what I’m experiencing tonight, much less with a man who exceeds my wildest dreams.”

    I couldn’t believe it when he actually blushed.  Then tears filled his eyes—and mine.

    “That’s so sweet, handsome, but tell me about things you dreamed about before meeting me.”

    “I’ll try to think of something, but right now, all I can think about is what your hand is doing to my cock, and wondering when I’m going to get to feel your moustache brushing against it.”

    He gave me a real evil grin, and moved away from me.  “There!  No more distractions!”

    I moved so that I was lying against him again, and said, “Distract away!”

    “I’ll make a deal with you.  You’ll feel my moustache on your cock as soon as you tell me three of your fantasies.  Until I hear those, you’re just going to have to make due with your imagination.”

    “Deal!”

    He reached over me, and picked up his pipe off the nightstand.  “Do you mind?” he asked.

    “Of course not.”  He lit the pipe, and just sat there staring at me, and I looked at him.

    He put the lit pipe in my mouth, and said, “I’m looking forward to this, but feed me some smoke before you start.”  He waited while I took a deep draw on the pipe, and then bent down so I could surrender the smoke to him.  We kissed a bit, and then he pulled away slightly.  He started flicking my new pencil-thin moustache with his tongue, as he let the smoke out.

    We started exploring each other, but with patience—almost like an archeologist, unearthing buried treasure.  Each freckle was something to celebrate.  The way his chest hair whirled around his nipple was something to explore.  The responsiveness of his nipples needed to be tested.  The way he shuddered when I nibbled on his earlobe needed to be studied.  The velvety smoothness of the knob of his dick (and the crevice under it) needed examination—with my tongue.  The softness of his eyebrows, the length of his eyelashes needed close scrutiny.  The shape of his toes needed to be looked at…and I couldn’t help but suck on them a bit.  I analyzed the springiness, and coarseness, of his pubic hair.  I had to test the abrasiveness of his beard, and see how it felt on my cock.  I needed to know how the bristly hair of his short flattop felt on my balls…

    My libido had returned with forced, and I was ready to try to please him as much as he had pleased me.

    It hurt when he said, “Enough of that.  Story time!  Tell me your fantasies.” 

    I didn’t wanna tell a story, I wanted to make love to him!

    I knew I had made a deal with him though, so I thought for a moment, wondering if I had the nerve to tell him about my fantasies. I smiled when an idea hit me.

    “Oh, you want a story?  I’ll tell you a story.”

    “Oh, I like the look of that smile. You’re going to tell me something really naughty, aren’t you?”

    I got on my hands and knees, and placed myself between his legs, propping my arms on either side of his torso so that I was looking up at him. He crossed his legs over me, and put his arms on my shoulders. I cleared my throat (I still don’t know if I cleared my throat because I needed to, or if I was trying to be theatrical).

    I started. “Once upon a time a handsome prince from the Kingdom of Horny got bored while sitting around the castle and decide to go explore the deep, dark woods that surrounded the castle. He hoped to find some adventure.”

    “He whistled as he walked out. Somehow, he knew it was going to be a good day.”

    I reached up and rubbed a hand over his flattop, and kept talking. “The first thing the handsome prince found interesting was a patch of grass the was cut perfectly even. He stopped to enjoy the velvety smoothness. He sat down, and rubbed his hands over the grass, and really liked the way it felt.”

    I rubbed my hand around on one side of his flattop, and then moved my hands to the center of his horseshoe. The smoothness of his scalp sent shivers running down my spine. I thought, “Damn, that feels good. I’m beginning to understand his fascination with short hair.”

    I didn’t let my thoughts stop my story though. “The prince wandered about a bit. But alas, as he wondered around, he was dismayed to discover that someone had taken all the grass away. There was nothing but smoothness where he was standing. He couldn’t figure out why there was no more grass to walk in. It made him very sad.  Then he looked up, and a big smile spread over his face. There was more velvety smoothness just a few steps ahead. He walked over and enjoy the feel of the grass on the other side of the bald spot.”

    I slid my finger down his forehead on onto his nose. “After enjoying the smoothness of the grass a while, he decided to see what else he could find that was interesting. He passed through an area that was smooth, and suddenly found himself sliding down a slope.”

    My hand slid down his nose and traveled to his moustache, where I enjoyed the bristly feel. I thought, “Damn, I’ve never liked the look of a pencil-thin moustache, but it’s sexy as hell on this man.” I think I moaned just a bit as I touched it.

    “The slope disappeared, and he flew through the air and landed in an area filled with dark, bristly things. He rubbed his hands around it a bit, trying to figure out where he was and puzzled over what this bristly stuff was. It made a pattern, and the handsome prince thought it was put there by design. He decided it must be some strange pattern the royal gardeners had put out, but he couldn’t figure out what it was. He climbed back up to higher ground to see if he could figure it out.”

    My fingers trailed up his face, and stopped just below Russell’s eye. I kept the story flowing, “As the handsome prince climbed, he was arrested by the sight of a beautiful green orb that was surrounded by a thicket of long, dark grass. The orb was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. He stood mesmerized for a long time.”

    “After gazing at the green orb for a while, he continued his journey. He found the dark, bristly patch where he had landed when he slid down the slope. He stopped and looked around, trying to figure out where he was.”

    Russell release a cloud of fragrant smoke just then.

    “The handsome prince was surprised when he saw smoke coming out of a cave just beyond the dark, bristly patch. He thought, ‘Is there a dragon around here that I haven’t heard about?’ Although he was frightened, the handsome prince bravely approached the cave. He gasped when the cave suddenly shut. He stood there wondering how to get the cave to open again, when suddenly the cave popped open again, and more smoke poured out of the cave, completely covering the handsome prince in smoke.”

    I looked at Russell expectantly. He gave me a bemused smile, and then obliged me. He took a draw on his pipe, and jetted a thick cloud of smoke at me.

    “The handsome prince was determined to find out what was going on. After all, if there was a big, bad dragon in the area, it was the prince’s duty to slay the dragon and protect his loyal subjects.”

    “The prince looked around to see if there was anything he could use to pry the cave open again.”

    I took the pipe from Russell’s mouth, and said, “Just then, he saw something sticking out of the corner of the cave. He grabbed it, and was surprised that it came out of the cave. He looked at it, trying to figure out what it was. He put it in his mouth to see if it was as hard as he thought it was. He was surprised when his mouth filled with smoke. He thought, ‘The cave opens to get rid of the smoke. I wonder if it will open to get some smoke’. The handsome prince filled his mouth with smoke, and looked at the cave. Magically. The cave opened again.”

    I took a deep draw on the pipe, and waited on Russell to act on his cue. Looking amused, Russell obligingly opened his mouth again.

    “’That’s fascinating! I wonder if it will do it again?’. He took some more of what he was now thinking was magic smoke, and the cave opened up again!”

    I kissed Russell until he moaned, then I put the pipe back in his mouth continued my story. “The handsome prince explored the cave thoroughly. The inside of the cave was very dark and moist. A creature that he had never seen was on the floor of the cave, and the creature was very active. It moved around a lot. The handsome prince wasn’t sure what it was, but it seemed harmless. He saw no signs of a dragon, and finally walked away, convinced that he was in an area filled with strange magic. He felt bewitched. The feeling excited him, and scared him at the same time.”

    “After being sure that the cave posed no danger to his loyal subjects, the prince decided to see what other strange and wonderful things he could find in the dark forest.”

    I ran my hand over the coarse stubble that covered Russell’s face and enjoyed the sound it made. I said, “He took a step and found that there was something strange on the ground. It was black, coarse and prickly. It made a strange rasping sound as his feet walked across it. Upon closer examination, it seemed there were tiny little spears sticking up everywhere. They were sharp, but they felt good. The little spears were so close together that it was hard to identify them individually. He found the entire area to be very fascinating!”

    “His exploration led him to a cliff. He decided to jump down, and see what other strange things existed down there.”

    One of my hands started wandering around the hair on his chest. “The handsome prince thought that all the ferns looked like hair growing on a huge man’s chest. He walked this way, and then that way.” (my hands made walking motions across his chest).

    I tweaked his nipple. “The prince was surprised when tripped over something buried within the ferns. He stopped to examine it, and decided it looked very interesting. He leaned in closer to examine it.”

    “He didn’t know what the strange protrusion was, but he was intrigued.” I took the pipe out of Russell’s mouth, and got a mouth full of smoke. I released it onto his nipple. “He tried blowing on it, and suddenly it got bigger. The handsome prince couldn’t figure out what was going on. He wondered if it was edible. It certainly looked like it was, so he decided to taste it.” I put the pipe in his mouth, and wait until he took some smoke in.

    I nibbled on Russell’s nipple, just hard enough to make him gasp, and then I sucked on it. He made a deep baritone noise that let me know how aroused he was.

    “The prince liked the way the strange protrusion tasted, so he decided to see if the forest had anything else worth eating, so he began to wonder again.” (Once again I made walking motions with my fingers as I trailed them over his chest.)

    “Suddenly, he fell in a hole.” (My tongue dipped into his navel, and I discovered Russell was ticklish.)

    I reached up, and got Russell’s pipe again, and took some more smoke in. I blew the smoke into his navel, and then put my tongue back in, making Russell laugh and squirm. “The prince exhaled in frustration, and thought, ‘What is the world is this?’ Even though he checked the hole out thoroughly, the prince couldn’t figure out why it was there.”

    After putting the pipe back in Russell’s mouth, I trailed my tongue out of his navel, and followed the path of hair that led downward. “Suddenly, the handsome prince ran into a great big tree limb. He stepped back and looked at it. He thought, ‘This limb is very interesting. I should explore it.’ It was very tall, and the top of the limb was perfectly rounded.  The whole limb seemed to be very big around too.”

    I trailed my fingers from the base of his cock to the tip and said,  “The prince grabbed hold of it, and started climbing to the top. Once he was on top of the limb, he discovered a hole in the top of the limb. As he felt around the hole, and the whole limb jumped!”

    “He thought, ‘What made it do that? I wonder if it’ll do it again?’ He ran his hands over the hole again, and the limb leapt up, becoming even straighter and firmer!”

    My tongue probed the top of his dick “Wow! I am indeed in a land of strange magic, and that limb’s interesting. I need to see what else it will do.”

    My tongue went down the side of his cock. “The handsome prince began to examine the limb very closely. ‘What is this crevice?’ he wondered, as he felt it with his hands.”

    “He wondered if the crevice went all the way around the limb, so he climbed over the limb to look at the other side. He carefully felt his way all around the top, to see if it had any more interesting features.  Finally, content that he had seen all there was to see on the top of the limb, he continued his journey to the other side, to see if the crevice went all the way around the limb.”  (I used just the tip of my tongue to do circles around his cock.) 

    “Still not satisfied that he had figured out what made the tree limb jump so, he decided to see if it was edible. He licked the top of the limb as if it was an ice cream cone, and it jumped even more. He decided he liked the way the limb was reacting, and he played with it for quite a while. Eventually, he managed to get the whole thing in his mouth.”

    “Even thought he limb was quite tasty, it offered up nothing that would slake the hunger that the prince was feeling. He decided to go off in search of something to eat.”

    I trailed my hands through his pubic hair, trying to figure out how to continue the story. “The handsome prince was clumsy, and he fell when he went to jump off the limb. He landed in some very weird ferns. The ferns were soft, yet coarse, and very springy. The prince was grateful that he had landed in the soft ferns. The fall from the top of the limb had been a great distance, and he was glad that he hadn’t been hurt during that great fall.”

    “The handsome prince of the Kingdom of Horny began to walk around the base of the tree, and discovered that there were two things at the base of the stump that he didn’t know what they were. They looked like huge eggs, but the ferns were growing on the strange things. He had never heard of eggs that had ferns growing on them, so he decided to look at them some more.”

    I silently reached up, and got the pipe. I exhaled onto his balls, and continued my story. “The ferns moved when he blew on them, but the egg-shaped things didn’t budge. ‘I’m hungry. I wonder if these are edible?’ He nibbled around the edges, and thought, ‘These might be worth eating. I like the smoky taste they have,’ so he took one of them in his mouth.”

    “The one he put in his mouth was so big he almost couldn’t get it all in his mouth, so he decided to try the other one. After all, he was very hungry.”

    “The strange things were too big for him to chew, so he decided to suck on them, to just enjoy the smoky flavor.”

    Russell spoke for the first time. All he said was, “Fuck!” but he spoke with great passion. I knew I had Russell’s undivided attention.

    “Once the prince had explored the strange things, he went exploring some more.  Under the large, egg-shaped things, he found another cave. This one wasn’t as large as the first one, and no smoke was coming out of it… At least not yet.”

    Russell mumbled, ”Smoke may not be coming out of it, but be careful, handsome prince. Dangerous, stinky gas has been known to erupt from it, from time to time.”

    “The prince cautiously explored around the edge of the cave. He didn’t know what might be in it, but he was curious. He didn’t know if he would fit into the cave. It seemed very tight. He searched for something to help ease his entry into the little cave. Then he remembered the Brylcreem that the Greek god had recently put in his hair, and thought, ‘That might help me slide in.’ He carefully spread the oily stuff around the entrance to the cave, and tentatively started in.”

    I put a finger in his ass, and looked up at him. He seemed OK, so I put the tip of my cock into him, and said, “Suddenly, the magic of the area sucked part of him into the cave. He tried to pull away, but the magic drug him deeper and deeper into the cave. Just when he thought he was going to be sucked into the cave entirely, he felt the pull diminish.”

    I very slowly withdrew. “Cautiously, he started to back out.”

    “Just when he thought he was going to escape from the grasp of the cave, the magic sucked him back in!” I slowly slid back in his ass.

    “Eventually the handsome prince realized the magic was more powerful that he was, and gave in to the idea that he was stuck forever going in and out of the cave. The end.”

  • Church Boy

    Samuel was bend over the altar, moaning and crying out, as the stud behind was ploughing up his ass. Cole was going hard at his boy pussy, piston slamming his long, fat cock in and out of him, their skin slapping against each other, hand in Samuel’s hair, pushing his body down into the altar below him.

    ***

    Samuel was sitting in one of the front pews of his father’s church. He had zoned out long ago, as he dad kept preaching for the congregation. He didn’t believe in any of the bull shit, that the old hypocrite was standing up there and saying.

    Instead, he was recalling Cole fucking his ass the day before.

    Cole was a porn model and underwear model for sites like International Jock. He was 6’3” and about 190 pounds of pure muscles. Ruggedly handsome, with dark undercut hair, a close-cropped beard, and piercing blue eyes. His arms were tattooed in full sleeve geometric patterns; another ran down along his spine until just above his ass crack, made of black coloured in circles; on his right chest he had another geometric tattoo of a wolf with antlers. From his armpits, a fine black line was tattooed down the sides of his body.

    They had met at the local gym and pool. Samuel had recognised him from one of his favourite pornos; Cole had noticed his interest and sensed an opening. He hung around the gym, until Sam headed for the showers, where he had joined him and showed of his massive, muscled body and big, flaccid cock.

    Samuel ended up in the back of Cole’s Dodge Durango, sucking his nine-inch cock, before getting fucked.

    It was not the first time, that Sam had had a cock up his ass; he had fooled around with guys from his high school’s baseball team, but Cole’s was the biggest he had had.

    Since then, they had hooked up regularly. Cole both did straight and gay porn and fucked with whatever would spread for his cock on the side. Samuel was bisexual; he still banged girls and he had had threesomes with Cole, who had introduced him to some of his female co-porn stars. He liked fucking and getting his ass fucked as much as a tight, wet pussy; pretty much like any other teenager, he was driven by his hormones and dick.

    His dick was rock hard now, as he remembered Cole ploughing his tight, 18-year-old ass. He had been on his back on Cole’s bed, legs spread out, moaning and screaming out, as he was getting drilled long and hard, before the muscle hunk had bred his ass.

    The sermon ended, and Samuel bailed before his parents tried to get him to stay for any of the bull shit socials that took place afterwards. He would not be able to meet Cole today; usually they hooked up when Cole wanted to, but Samuel could still go home and jerk of a couple of times.

    He got in his car, a black Camaro, which had been a present from his parents, when he turned 18; he and Cole had consecrated it on the first evening – in the passenger seat and back seat, on the hood, with Samuel bent over the driver’s seat.

    Besides being a pastor, his dad was on the city council and owned a load of land in the county and people respected him so fuckin’ much. But if they knew about the kickbacks he was receiving, all the bribes and the cheating, all the faithful idiots at the church and the ‘pillars of the community’ would all die from a massive group heart attack.

    When he got home, he went straight to his room and started to jerk of, wanking his seven-inch cock long and hard. He managed get two loads out, before his parents returned.

    Rather than staying home, he left the house and headed for the gym.

    ***

    It was a Sunday evening. Samuel’s parents had gone out of town to visit some friends and they would not be home until the next day’s evening.

    Sam was licking his lips clean from Cole’s cum, after having sucked his big, fat cock. The hunk was sitting leaned back in a deep, black leather arm chair, ass scooted out, knees spread wide. The rubbery, flaccid cock was lying across Cole’s crotch, last bit of cum leaking out. His pubes was closely trimmed, and he had a treasure trial starting from just below his chest, down to his crotch of black, soft hair. His muscled legs were covered by a fine layer of hair as well. Below his cock, a pair of shaved hen egg sized balls rested on the chair.

    “Fuck your mouth is good,” Cole said with an approving growl. He ran a hand into Sam’s medium length, cobber blonde, straight hair. A bit of sweat had formed on his tanned skin.

    “Glad you like it,” Sam replied with a grin. He bent down and kissed the big cock, still with Cole’s hand in his hair; he guided the 18-year-old’s mouth up and down the shaft, making Sam lick the cock, running his tongue down the warm skin.

    Blood started to rush back into Cole’s cock, as Sam started to lick up and down the length of it.

    Sam’s phone started to buzz on the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see, that it was his dad. He groaned and ignored it, but the old fuck didn’t give up and after it went to the answerer, it started buzzing again. “For fuck sake …” he exclaimed. “Gotta take it …” he said and looked at Cole.

    “Yeah, what?” he answered.

    “Finally! Listen, I think I forgot to lock up at the church, before we left. I need you to go there and check if it is locked – if it isn’t there is a reserve key in my office,” his father said in his most commanding voice.

    “Dad … is there not someone else that could do it? I am a bit busy,” he answered annoyed, while Cole ran a hand through his hair, down his neck and started to twist and tweak his nipples. He slid the tip of his cock along Sam’s lips and the teen slid out his tongue, running it around the head.

    “Why? What are you doing?” Samuel could have given the old idiot a heart attack right then and here, but he opted to just groan and give in.

    “Fine! I’ll go!” He hung up and threw his phone. “Gotta go check if the old fuck forgot to lock up the church.” Sam got up and pulled his shirt back on and found his shoes.

    Behind him, Cole stood, pulled up his briefs and buttoned up his jeans. “Mind if I join you?” he asked.

    Sam looked at him and shrugged his shoulders. Maybe they could fuck in the car.

    They took Cole’s Durango; it had started pissing down and it was starting to build up to a storm. Pulling up in front of the church, a pretty beautiful, old building with stained glass windows, they quickly ran to the main entrance. Samuel actually really liked the church and he was enough of a believer to hate his dad for desecrating it every Sunday. But he liked it more for the beauty, than for what it stood for.

    The front door was unlocked, so they slipped in and walked through the church porch, into the main room.

    “The office is up in the other end …” Sam said. He just turned on the wall mounted lamps, so that they didn’t illuminate the entire building. He started to walk up the middle passage of the ship and turned right at the chancel; through a side door, he got to his dad’s office – just for good measure, he checked if there was any cash in any of the drawers, before grabbing the reserve key.

    Walking back out into the main room, he found Cole leaning against the altar.

    The muscle hunk had pulled his wet hoodie of and was standing in his loose muscle tank top, which was open down the sides, giving a view of his ripped muscles. His black, ripped up jeans hugged his muscled legs perfectly; there was a big bulge in his crotch, from where his cock was hiding in the Pump briefs he preferred wearing.

    “Ever fantasised about getting fucked in here?” he asked looking at Samuel, while running a hand over his crotch, pawing his bulge. “Right here, on the altar, getting your ass ploughed by my fat cock?”

    Sam just stared at him for a moment. He could feel a distinct stir and a slight quiver. It had been two weeks, since they had been able to hook up … “I have thought about you fucking me, while being stuck here.”

    Cole walked down from the chancel and grabbed Samuel by the hair, before he pulled him into an aggressive kiss. The hunk had had loads of amazing fuck buddies, male and female, but Sam was by far the best he had ever had. The teenager took whatever he threw at him. Porn was fake as hell; it was all staged and twenty minutes of film took hours to take. Only a handful of women had taken his entire cock without screaming bloody murder and a lot of guys could not handle that he used his entire cock and body strength on them. Samuel on the other hand, with his angelic face, slender, muscled build and piercing grey eyes would beg him for more and more. And Cole sure as hell had fantasised about fucking Sam, in his daddy’s church, hearing him moan for him to fuck him harder, screaming for God.

    Sam was taken back a bit, but his instincts quickly took over, making him return the kiss just as aggressively; he opened his mouth for Cole and sucked eagerly on the hunk’s tongue, as he felt Cole strip him of his own zip-up hoodie.

    Cole’s tank top quickly followed, before he dug his big hands below the waist of Samuel’s elastic skinny jeans. He grabbed and roughly kneaded Sam’s firm ass cheeks, before he ripped the buttons open and pushed them below his ass, along his low-rise, tight black briefs. He pulled Sam with him into the chancel, before pushing him to his knees. Sam quickly took the hint, unbuttoning Cole’s jeans and pulled them down with the briefs, before he swallowed the quickly hardening shaft.

    After having fucked for the better part of the year, Sam now effortlessly took Cole’s fat pole down his throat. But rather than allowing him to suck his cock of, Cole grabbed onto Sam’s head and started to face fuck him, pushing the boy’s face into his crotch so his trimmed and manscaped pubes ticked his lips. For a long moment, he just humped Sam’s face, enjoying the tight, velvety and warm sensation around his cock – and Sam’s gagging sounds.

    Before he came again in his fuck toy’s mouth, Cole pulled back and stepped away from Sam, pulling him to his feet. He forced him behind the altar. He pushed Sam down on his chest, down on top of the bible that was on the altar, before he went down behind him and started to rim the tight little pucker – he had some lube in his car, but he wanted to hear Sam moan, when he forced his way into him.

    Outside, the rain had started hammering against the windows and thunder and lightning was rolling.

    He rimmed Samuel out, until the 18-year-old almost shot his load, from his ass getting worked; Cole had slid a finger into him, working his sensitive prostate. Precum was dripping from his hard, seven-inch cock.

    Cole stood up behind him and dropped a big wad of spit him his cock, working it in with his hand, before he aimed his shaft at the quivering, open ass, that he was about to invade. He took a firm grip in Sam’s hair, before he with a hard push, forced his big mushroom cock head past the sphincter; as expected, Sam screamed out from the sudden invasion and he kept moaning and crying, as Cole started to work his cock into the waiting, eager hole.

    “Oh fuck! Shiiit that cock is so big! Ah fuck it hurts … ah, yes, fuuuuck yes, fuck me-fuck me … oh God yessss!” he screamed, as Cole’s massive shaft pried its way into him.

    Cole moaned, as the tight ass griped his cock. “Fuck that as is so tight … fucking hell, I’m gonna shaft that pussy!” Sam replied with moans and swearing.

    Within thirty seconds – though it felt longer for Sam – the initial bit of pain had subsided, as Cole’s thick cock started to work its magic upon his sensitive, battered prostate. Overwhelmingly strong electric signals ran up his spine, into his brain, igniting the horny whore in him, who loved to get fucked hard; if God had not intended for men to fuck like this, why had he then made it feel good?

    Cole worked his way in, ignoring the initial complaints from his fuck boy, until he was buried to the hilt in the tight ass; he could feel the muscles spasm and contract, milking him and trying to suck him in deeper. After resting for a brief moment, Cole started to fuck Sam, using his entire length and body mass, to drive his spear in and out with so much force, that Sam for a short lucid moment wondered if the altar would break – but then his mind snapped out again.

    Samuel was bent over the altar, moaning and crying out, as the stud behind was ploughing up his ass. Cole was going hard at his boy pussy, piston slamming his long, fat cock in and out of him, their skin slapping against each other, hand in Samuel’s hair, pushing his body down to the altar below him. The teenager’s pleas had turned from mercy to begging for Cole to fuck him harder and faster.

    Cole bend down over Samuel and twisted his face around, still driving hard at his ass, growling in his ear.

    “You fucking belong to me! I could snap you in half, you little bitch – I’M YOUR GOD!” he yelled as he fucked harder and faster than he had ever fucked anyone before, sweat running down his body, hand buried in Sam’s tangled, sweat drenched hair.

    Something snapped in Sam and suddenly he started to convulse, sperm shooting out of his hard prick so violently, that it almost hurt; he was screaming out, as he orgasmed, and his muscles started to contract and spasm so much, that it sent Cole over the edge with a roar.

    As they orgasmed, Cole seeding the young, fertile ass that he iron-hard fuck pole was buried deeper than ever before in, a massive lightning lit up the church and thunder made the building and the entire city shake.

    ***

    “… and we hope, that many of you will support the church’s bible camp, in the upcoming weekend,” Josef, Samuel’s father, said from the pulpit. “The more who attends, the stronger will the local community become; and the strength of the community is important to retain the wellbeing of our society and way of life.”

    And your wellbeing is financed by corrupt businessmen, you old pervert … Samuel thought to himself. He knew, that Josef was cheating on his wife. On her part, Catherina had an affair with their young, handsome gardener. Josef didn’t know, and Catherina could out both his affaires with a string of prostitutes and escorts, along with the millions he had gotten in ‘contributions’ – most of which had gone to his private accounts. Sam had caught him in some very unchristen acts with some skank, while his mother had been gone; Josef had since then lived in fear of his son, who after a talk with his mother, used it to get pretty much whatever he wanted, including a more than generous allowance. His mother only kept appearances because of the money and for Samuel to get whatever he wanted; when he was off to college, she was free to destroy her husband – and purge him for everything he was worth.

    Back home, Josef approached his son about the church camp.

    “We are leaving a bit earlier, so we can get some things settled …”

    Samuel interrupted. “You don’t actually think I am coming along, do you? I’m 18, you can’t make me go.”

    Josef started to get angry. “How do you think that would look? The priest’s son not showing up to the church community retreat? As long as you live here, you will do as told!”

    His son just stared at him. “Oh, really? Is Kylie coming to the retreat as well?”

    All the blood that had been raising to his father’s face drained straight away again. Kylie was his latest plaything; one of his ‘contributors’ supplied him with young women. “How … how …”

    “Oh, shut up, Josef. If he does not want to go, then he won’t.” Samuel’s mother entered the kitchen.

    “And what should we tell everyone?”

    “Lie. You are so good at it. Everyone actually believe the shit you are talking about in church,” she snapped back. She looked at Sam. “You can do what you want. Your dad will leave money for food.” She looked at Josef. There was no discussion. Usually, they were not this obvious even in private, as they had a maid who lived with them, but she was off on Sundays. They played the ‘happy’ family act in public, but Sam was not going along with the camp. Josef just had to suck it up go along with it – Kylie could probably cheer him up later.

    The following week, they played the game. Catherina arranged for their maid to take Thursday to Tuesday off; it was a long weekend and they would not be back until Monday evening.

    As his parents pulled away from the house in their 100.000-dollar Mercedes S560 – why no one questioned that their priest drove in that kind of car was a mystery to him – he watched after them; he felt a bit bad for his mother, as she had to ride out the weekend, but she had her own games. She delighted in playing all the stuck-up bitches of their community out against each other, creating drama and intrigue.

    He waited for about half an hour, before he stripped to his briefs. He synched up his computer with their living room tv and put on a bi porn. He laid down in one of the living room sofas and started to play with his cock; when he was hard, he took a snap video of his cock with the porn playing in the back ground and sent it to Cole.

    As expected, he didn’t have to wait for long, until he got a reply.

    ‘Home alone?’ the text read.

    ‘yeah, they went on a church camp …’

    ‘church camp??’

    ‘I know …’

    ‘can I come over?’

    ‘yeah, my pussy needs your big cock’

    ‘20 min’

    About fifteen minutes later, Cole’s SUV rolled into the drive way, at the back of the house. Sam pulled his white CK briefs up, stuffing his cock into them and went to unlock the back entrance.

    Cole stood in front of him, in a pair of black compression leggings and a loose white tank top with deep arm cuts. The dark hair was moist, probably from the gym. He was evidently wearing a jock strap below, that helped put everything on display – the girls at the gym must have been cross-eyed from fantasising.

    The hunk’s piercing blue eyes ran over Sam’s near naked body, rubbing his cock through his leggings.

    “Wanna come in?” Samuel asked with a grin. Cole laughed and stepped in, with the door slamming shut behind him.

    He was barely in the door, before he had Sam pushed up against it, the teen’s briefs around his ankles.

    “Fuck, I have been wanking over that church fuck every day!” he moaned into Sam’s mouth, as he ran his hands over the tight, muscled body. Sam was a good six feet, and a solid 160 pounds, but Cole was still towering over him and had some 30-40 pounds on him. If he wanted him then and there, there was little, Sam could – or wanted to – do to stop him.

    Cole stripped of his tank top and kicked of his shoes, while barely releasing Samuel, so he could catch his breath. The hunk’s big muscle hands were working Sam’s body, pulling his hair, biting his neck. He pulled Samuel into the kitchen, where he pushed the teen onto his back on the kitchen table. Cole released his cock from the leggings and jock strap, iron hard; he grabbed a bottle of lube from his sports bag and rubbed it over his cock, before spreading some on Sam’s ass.

    Without bothering with more foreplay, he started to push and probe Sam’s ass, until the tight sphincter gave in and the 18-year-old teenage ass opened for him.

    “Aaaaah fuck … fuck yesssss! Shit give me that fucking cock! Auh! Shit it hurts so good … sink that big dick into my ass!” Sam yelled, laying spread eagle on the kitchen table, hands grabbing onto the table. Cole started to sink more and more of his cock into the moaning and crying teenager, forcing more and more into him. He didn’t bother waiting to sink all of it in there, before he started to fuck Samuel’s ass with hard thrusts, skin slapping against skin.

    “You are so fucking tight on my cock, bitch! That ass fucking belongs to me! Fucking take my fat cock!” Cole yelled, as he grabbed Sam’s arms and pulled him harder down against him. Samuel’s iron hard cock was slapping against his stomach, clear precum getting smeared over his lower stomach.

    The hunk could feel his orgasm build up; his fuck toys ass felt so good and so tight around his prick. With a roar, he slammed into the hilt and dumped a massive, thick load into his willing fuck boy. The boy started to shoot his own seed over his stomach, chest and face.

    Cole slowly pulled his cock from the warm, tight, flooded anal pussy. Samuel worked his sphincter a bit, closing his ass, so the burning hot cum would not seep out immediately.

    Cole pulled Samuel up into a sitting position on the edge of the table, folding his arms around him, and kissing him, smothering the boy’s body. “Fuck, church boy … good thing I can’t knock up that whore ass of yours …”

    Sam laughed and ran his hands over the muscled body, down the tattoos. “But it is fun to try, though!”

    “Shower time, fuck boy.” They headed for Samuel’s parents’ huge bathroom.

    Samuel spend a good half hour on washing Cole’s muscled body, teasing the hunk and stroking his big cock, using his spit and Cole’s precum as lube for giving him a hand job. He worked the iron hard shaft, until he made Cole shoot a second load.

    They went to chill on the couch in the living room, where a porn was still playing.

    Cole sat down, naked with his flaccid cock nestled over his thigh. Samuel dropped down next to him, offering him one of the beers he had gotten in the kitchen.

    The hunk accepted the beer and took a swig at it, while watching the scene on the screen; a muscled twink type dude, getting his ass rammed by a thick cock, attached to a massive Middle Eastern looking dude. The bottom’s face was buried in a pussy on a gorgeous brunette, with big tits and a nice, fat ass.

    “I know them – Corey is a good porn model,” Cole said, meaning the twink.

    “Worked with him?”

    Cole knotted. “All three of them, but I made three scenes with Corey – he takes it almost as well as you,” Cole said, grinning to Sam and ran a hand through the teens cobber blond hair.

    Samuel laughed and drank his beer, while he watched Corey moaning and screaming – a bit fake.

    “Would you like to try it? Fuck on camera with me? Fake as fuck but it is a serious rush …” Cole asked him, as he observed Sam watching. The 18-year-old looked at him and back to the screen.

    “I don’t know …” he mumbled.

    “No pressure. But you would be a natural – for both gay and straight. I have seen you fuck those bitches, we have banged together. You can make them cry and beg for it. And I would love to show all those fucking self-centred little bitches, what your ass can do …” he continued and ran a hand down Sam’s back, cupping a feel. “They think their asses are taking as much as anyone can take of me.” His hand ran in-between the firm cheeks, and he circled and probed the tight little pucker. “And you could stick it to your dad!”

    Samuel laughed at the last bit, as he rotated his hips a bit. “Maybe,” he answered. “I would only fuck with your?”

    “Yeah. The first couple of times anyways; if you want to do more after that, you could get to fuck with other guys and girls – but you wouldn’t have to do anything you don’t want to; the company I am usually with is legit.” He grabbed a handful of Sam’s soft hair, and pulled his head backwards and forced the soft lips apart, invading Sam’s mouth with his tongue.

    After making out with Sam for a long moment, Cole pushed his head down into his crotch and Sam automatically started to run his mouth up and down the long, fat shaft. “Yes, fucking suck my cock …” Cole moaned, as he reached around and grabbed Sam’s iron hard shaft and started to stroke him of. Since Cole had already unloaded into Sam twice, it took more time for him to build up this time, but with effort and half an hour of slobbering over the long, fat pole, Sam made a twisting and moaning Cole blow another load.

    Sam spend a good share of the weekend, either with his mouth wrapped around Cole’s cock, or it up his ass, getting fucked silly.

    Sunday morning, Sam woke up next to Cole in his bed. Rather than going to church to listen to his dad’s stand-in – a young new priest, straight from uni and a former baseball player – he spent the morning, slowly sucking Cole of, before the hunk flipped his fuck toy over and ate his ass for breakfast. Cole intentionally tortured the teenager, finger and toying with Samuel’s ass and prostate, reducing him to a whimpering pile of shivering muscles. He had tied Sam’s hands behind his back, preventing him from jacking off, ass propped up, so he couldn’t grind into the bed, giving Cole free run at slowly bringing Sam right to the edge, before pulling back and not allowing him to cum.

    Samuel was whimpering and babbling, eyes glazed over and panting for air, precum oozing from his iron hard prick.

    “Please … please … y-yes-aaah nooo!” he groaned and twisted, when Cole after an hour still had not let him cum, cock and balls aching and his entire body twisting for release. His body was completely tensed up, covered in sweat, moving and writhing.

    Cole laughed as he watched the boy trash and shiver. When he put a hand on Sam’s firm ass, a jolt went through Sam’s entire body. “You want to cum, church boy? Think you have deserved it?” He raised his hand and slapped the cheek, forcing a loud yelp from Sam. “I don’t think so …” he laughed, before he started to rim Sam out again, bringing him right up to the edge, before he deprived Sam release; tears of frustration were running down the angelic face, saliva running from his mouth.

    Cole brought Sam right to the edge another three times, making the increasingly frustrated and desperate Sam trash and cry, begging for Cole to let him cum; he screamed the third time Cole deprived him of his orgasm.

    While Sam whimpered, cried and begged, Cole finally got on his knees behind Sam and in a swift move sank his shaft into the shivering heap of firm, slender, muscled meat. Samuel cried out, screaming and moaning as he was getting drilled hard; he started to convulse and spasm, eyes rolling into the back of his head, as a massive load of cum started to plough its way out of him, the white cream spraying over the bed.

    Cole grabbed Samuel’s hands and untied them, pulling him up by the shoulders, arm around his neck; he kept piston fucking into the delirious 18-year-old, whose exhausted body required Cole to keep it up. In a last, hard thrust, Cole ploughed into the hilt, blowing his load up his almost unconscious sex toy, breeding him and flooding the tight, abused hole.

    Finally, Cole released Sam, letting him slump down onto the bed, falling down on top of him, still buried in the depths of his boy’s pussy. He reached a hand underneath Sam, grabbing his still rock hard, sensitive cock and fondled it.

    “Mmmmmh …” Sam whimpered, high pitched, as he turned his head and sucked air into his lunges.

    Cole grabbed a handful of Sam’s sweat drenched hair and turned his head, so he could shove his tongue down the boy’s throat. He kept squeezing and fondling the hard, sensitive prick, caught between the sizzling hot, sweaty body and the cum soaked bed sheets. This time, there was no teasing; he drove Sam right over the edge, making him shoot another load into his bed, trashing and convulsing muscles throughout his lean, tight body spasming, milking Cole prick, that was buried deep down his ass.

    “Fuck, you gotta make a porn video with me … I want to share this with the world …” Cole moaned into Samuel’s ear, while slowly grinded his cock into the tender ass. He rotated his hips a bit, working Sam’s battered prostate, forcing soft whimpers from the teenager.

    After resting on top of Sam for a good fifteen minutes, Cole finally got up from him, slowly pulling his cock from the warm, tight opening. He caressed Sam’s burning hot skin; he could feel the teen’s pulse, when he kissed his neck. “I think we need a shower,” Cole mumbled, as he nibbled the soft, sensitive neck skin. Sam raised his head, with a hazy smile and blurred eyes. “I-I don’t know if I can walk out there …” he said with a hoarse voice.

    Cole laughed. “I’ll have to help you, then.” He got Samuel to roll onto his back, and lifted him up into his arms, locking the boy’s legs around his waist. Sam wrapped his weak arms around Cole’s neck, while Cole held him, with a hand on one of Sam’s cheeks and the other around his waist. He kissed Sam, before he stood up and walked to Sam’s bathroom, into the big shower stall.

    When the water, streaming from the large ceiling shower head, had become warm, Cole sat down on the wall bench, with Sam in his lap, facing him. Cole slowly ran his hands over Sam’s body, running his hands down between his cheeks, spreading them and allowing his cum to start seeping out.

    After a good half hour, Sam could stand on his feet again, though a bit wobbly. Cole took his time caressing his body and lathering him up in soap. They stood close under the hot, running water, cascading over their firm, muscled bodies, running down their ripped muscles, between their ass cheeks, down their long, slender muscled legs.

    The doorbell started to ring insistently in the distance. Samuel ignored it, pressing his body against Cole’s, with their cocks caught between them. But whoever was disturbing them, started ringing the doorbell again, now at the back door – two distinct noises.

    “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Samuel grumbled.

    He got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his hips. Behind him, Cole was just enjoying the view. “Hurry back,” he said with a smile, as he slowly ran his hand down his cock, giving it a couple of tugs. Samuel laughed and walked out the bathroom.

    He walked through the kitchen and unlocked the backdoor, and opened it. Outside his dad’s junior priest, Sebastian, stood, in a black long sleeve clergy shirt, that hugged his upper body just a bit too well and a pair of slim fit trousers. Probably a bit shorter than Cole, he had wide shoulders and as a former college sports star, a good, solid build. Short black hair and a slight stubble and green eyes. All the teenage girls and even the holy wives of the church were drooling over him.

    “Hey,” said Sam surprised. “What’s up? My parents called?”

    Sebastian caught himself running his eyes of the young wet, slender, muscled body in front of him. “Ahm – no, I just thought something might be wrong … since you were not at church.”

    “Oh. Yeah – I don’t go when dad is not here to make a fuss over it …” Sam answered, hoping to get Sebastian to go away quickly, so he could go back up to Cole. He wanted to wrap his lips around that thick cock again – and maybe talk about that porn …

    “Is everything alright?” he asked, with a concerned look. “Can I come in?” he continued, not really waiting for a reply, before he stepped in. Sam mumbled to himself, before he shut the door behind him.

    “What is going on here?” Sebastian asked, turning to Samuel again.

    “Nothing is going on. I just don’t go to church when they are not home – can’t be bothered.”

    “Not with that … your parents … and you. Something is going on here!” Sebastian said, studying Sam. However, the teen was well trained in keeping a straight face; none of his friends wanted to play poker with him, because he always won – usually their mouths wrapped around his cock.

    Sebastian starred at him intensely, when Cole shouted from upstairs. “Babe, what’s going on? We miss you …” There was a definite sound of humour in his voice, as he came down the staircase, only tying the towel around his waist, as he entered the kitchen, before stopping dead in his tracks, when he saw the guy dressed as a priest.

    The priest starred from Cole to Sam, shock in his face. “What …”

    “That’s Cole. He is my fuck buddy – well, he fucks my ass whenever he wants …” Samuel said, with resignation in his voice. Sebastian’s eyes grew big at the words, as he looked at Cole again; the muscled bound hunk thought he saw just a glimpse of recognition in his eyes – and a slight push from his cock.

    “I … I have to talk to your dad about this, Sam … I can’t just …” Sebastian started to walk towards the door, but Sam stepped in his way and Cole quickly grabbed the junior priest’s shoulder.

    “No, you don’t. You won’t say shit to his dad about any of this.” Cole had his most intimidating growl in his voice. He put an arm around Sebastian’s chest, while Sam locked the backdoor.

    “Hey what the fuck…” Sebastian started, struggling with Cole, before the stronger hunk started to talk into his ear. “Just look at him. That fucking sexy body … his ass is amazing. He can take my nine-inch fat cock up his tight little ass and he only screams a little.” Cole ran his hand down to Sebastian’s crotch, rubbing his cock through the trousers, getting a feel of a pretty good piece of meat. “Come on – I saw how you looked at him. He is a fucking sexy 18-year-old hunk. You want to fuck that tight pussy hard. Probably since the first time you saw him. And all the other church whore boys. Those sexy altar boys, right? Naked under their dresses or whatever the fuck it is; Sammy told me. Their asses showing below.” Cole looked at Sam, who knew where they were going and was in; corrupting the junior priest? Fuck yes!

    “Drop the towel,” Cole ordered Sam, who stripped of it and revealed his already fluffed up cock. “Just look at that – better than you ever imagined, right?” Cole kept talking to Sebastian, who had stopped struggling. “You are right out of college, right? And a baseball player? You gotta have played around … all that testosterone, all those high, tight asses, swinging cocks … You want to.” Cole signalled for Sam to approach.

    Samuel walked to them and got on his knees in front of Sebastian, running his hands over the straining bulge, that was not showing under the trousers.

    The teen slowly unzipped the trousers and unbuttoned them, before pulling them down over the firm baseball ass and big bulge. Underneath, Sebastian wore a pair of black boxer briefs, that was straining against the hard cock hidden beneath it. He mouthed the bugle, before he pulled the black underwear down and released a long, thick cock – it was a bit longer than Coles, but not as fat around, though still more than enough to stretch out Sam’s ass.

    Quickly, Samuel wrapped his soft lips tightly around the cockhead and started to suck the velvet soft skin; Sebastian gasped and moaned, as the sexy teenager in front of him started to suck him of.

    For each time he slid the cock into his mouth, more and more went in, further and further. Soon he felt the head slide past his throat opening and down his tight neck. Within five minutes, he had the cock in his throat, into the hilt, mouth buried in Sebastian’s soft pubes.

    “Yeah, suck that fucking cock,” Cole said above; he had unbuttoned the shirt and ripped it open. He pulled it of the junior priest and threw it to the floor, before he started to run his hands over the muscled chest.

    The priest started to moan and whimper, and quickly he shot his cum down the hungry mouth.

    Rather than getting off, Samuel kept sucking, preventing Sebastian from getting soft, while he pulled the trousers down and got the priest out of his shoes and had him completely stripped.

    “He is good, isn’t he?” Cole grinned, as he looked down at Sam on the floor. Cole had dropped his towel and had rubbed his long, fat cock between him and Sebastian’s ass, getting hard again. “You think your ass is ready for another cocking, fuck boy?” he asked Sam, who knotted with his lips around the cock. “Alright. Upstairs?”

    Thirty seconds later, they were upstairs, Sebastian on his back on Sam’s messed up bed. Cole smeared some lube on Sam’s tight pucker, before he watched the teen crawl up on top of the priest, aiming the head at his pussy opening and started to force his way down on it, moaning and whimpering. He was sore, but slowly the pleasure started to exceed the slight pain. Inch by inch, the thick shaft disappeared into Sam’s tight ass, until he had sunk down to the hilt. He started to slide up and down, fucking himself onto Sebastian, who was moaning and panting from the feeling of his cock getting used by the tight boy-pussy.

    The junior priest was starting to get over his shock and was fucking back up into Sam, moving with the sexy teen on top of him.

    “Yes! There we go! He is getting into it!” Cole laughed.

    Suddenly, Sebastian started to roll over, cock lodged deep in Sam, until he was on top. The priest started to fuck Samuel hard, getting into the fucking; he had not gotten a proper fuck since he left college and now he remembered how good a tight muscle hunk’s ass felt on his cock. He slammed into Sam in hard, short thrusts, using his full body weight to piston drill into the boy. The bed was banging against the wall and Cole sat stroking his cock, watching his bitch getting fucked.

    Finally, after a good twenty minutes of fucking, Sebastian slammed in hard to the hilt and cried out, as he flooded Sam’s ass. “Oh, fucking Christ YES! Take my fucking cum! Oh God yes it has been so long!” he cried out, as he just kept shooting and convulsing.

    Cole stood up and walked to Sam’s face, where he quickly stuck his cock into the boy’s mouth and had him swallow his load, sucking the cock clean.

    Sebastian had Sam ride him a second time, after he had recuperated from the blowjob and first fuck, this time just enjoying an experienced ass taking his cock. Cole jerked Sam off, while he was still impaled on Sebastian, cum seeping out his ass.

    Sam slumped down on top of Sebastian, panting. “Fuck that was good …” he laughed in a hoarse voice. “By the way,” he said, looking at Sebastian, “Julian and Ben.”

    The priest looked questioning at him. “What?”

    “Altar boys. Both seniors – love fucking with guys and they would love to be your whores. I’ll set something up.”

    “What about you?” Sebastian asked, after regaining his composure.

    Samuel looked back at Cole who just grinned, while playing with his hard cock. “I think I got more than enough in him. But Julian and Ben would love having someone to do all this stuff with.” Sebastian smiled and knotted in agreement.

    As Sam slid of his cock, Cole stood and walked to the bed, pulling Samuel down, straight onto his cock, giving him a long and rough ride, just to show who he belongs to.

    The following Monday, Samuel told the two senior altar boys and his own school fuck buddies, that he had someone he wanted them to meet – someone who needed some willing guys to fuck hard and long. Both were high school jocks, but they were not quite as build as Sam, as he had gotten a bit of headway from Cole’s instructions. But both were handsome and sexy, with slender, muscled body, firm asses and decent cocks.

    On the following Friday evening, Sam had set up a ‘blind fuck date’, literally, with his two friends with their eyes covered and naked in a motel room two cities over. Sam stayed around, until Sebastian showed up; he watched, as the two of them started to suck the junior priest’s big cock of, before he left. As he walked out, he heard Sebastian tell them to remove their eye blinds, followed by two “Holy fuck!”

    “You fucking bet! Now get back on that cock …” Sebastian answered.

    From his friends, Sam heard the stories of what they did with Sebastian.

    The hunky junior priest had at some point fucked both of them, with their dresses pushed up over their asses, bend over a table in his office, on a morning before church; during the entire ceremony, whichever had gotten fucked had Sebastian’s cum seeping out his ass, running down his sexy legs. It became a tradition, that at least one of them would get screwed hard on Sunday mornings, in full kit, before church.

    They had sucked him, while he was in his gown and one of them more or less always stayed the night at his apartment, getting fucked silly. When a couple of his college buddies had visited, Julian and Ben had been the main source of entertainment, for a very long weekend.

    ***

    Samuel was sitting legged crossed on Cole’s bed, looking at the camera guys, who was busy setting up the professional video equipment. The two camera guys had been chatting and joking and Sam was quite surprised about how chill making porn seemed to be.

    Cole and the director, Joey, came back, after having slipped out for a couple of minutes.

    “Alright, is everything ready?” Joey asked the techs. Both of the knotted. They were ready to go.

    Joey got Cole to sit next to Sam, before they started the filming.

    “So, Samuel, this is your first film, right?”

    “Yeah it is …” he answered with a half-smile. He was a bit nervous about this.

    “But you have been one of Cole’s fuck buddies for some time?”

    Samuel knotted. “For … almost a year, I think?” He looked at Cole, who grinned and knotted. “Ten months or something like that.

    “Okay, so just to make sure, you are 18, right?”

    “Yes, I turned 18 half a year ago.”

    “So, Cole, where did you find your friend here?”

    “At the gym. I thought he was showing of for me and as it turned out he was. And for everyone wondering, yes he was legal when we started fucking.”

    Joey laughed, before looking at Sam. “Then you gotta be used to getting worked over hard? I have heard stories …” Sam just grinned and knotted.

    “Cool. Then you won’t mind Cole doing his thing and doing whatever he wants to you now?”

    Sam smiled and shook his head. “I doubt he can throw anything at me, I have not tried before!”

    “Sounds like a challenge, there!” Joey laughed. “Are you up for taking it, Cole?” The hunk knotted, with a sly grin and a hand running down Sam’s side. “Always,” he answered.

    “Well then, I actually think that I will not be directing here, but just let the two of you do your thing for the camera and just enjoy the show! If you are ready?”

    Cole smiled and got of the bed, pulling Samuel with him up, before pulling him in and pried his mouth open, running his big hands over the tight, slender, muscled body. He had made Sam put on a pair of artistically ripped, tight, stretchy skinny jeans and a tight, white t-shirt, that showed of his body. The jeans hugged his firm butt perfectly, showing the muscled buns off and dipped slightly in between them.

    The big hunk wore a pair of slim fit jeans, while he had a muscle tank top on. He ran a big hand through Sam’s soft cobber blond hair and grabbed a handful of it.

    Sam happily returned the kiss and ran his hands under Cole’s tank top.

    Within two minutes, Cole had Sam stripped down to his tight, black briefs. With a hand on Samuel’s head, Cole pushed him to his knees in front of him, where Sam slowly unzipped Cole’s jeans and pulled them down under his ass, before he started to slide his mouth up and down the bulge. Quickly, the white trunks were soaked through, both from Sam’s saliva and Cole’s precum.

    Cole pushed his trunks down, freeing his iron hard cock, allowing it to slap against his angelic fuck boys face. He dug a hand back into Sam’s soft hair, before he drove his cock as deep as he could, making Sam gag. He slowly started to face fuck the gorgeous boy; as he kept going, he made his cock slide past the tight opening and all the way down Sam’s tight, warm throat. Sam grabbed Cole’s ass cheeks, pulling him in as far, as he could.

    “Oh, fuck yes … I love that fucking mouth!” Cole moaned, as he slammed his shaft back into Sam’s face, until he with a roar started to flood Sam’s throat. He kept Sam’s face pushed down his cock, as he emptied into his stomach.

    As he started to come down from his orgasm, Cole slowly withdrew his fat prick from its warm, tight hidey-hole, smearing Sam’s lips with the last drops of cum, which the teen licked of. Cole bent down and kissed Sam deeply, ruffling his hair and caressing his soft, warm skin.

    Cole stood back up and stripped of his jeans and trunks, before he pulled Samuel to his feet. He buried his tongue in the teen’s face, kneading and moulding the firm ass cheeks.

    With a hand back in Samuel’s hair, Cole forced him onto the bed, on his knees and hands. Cole got down behind his fuck toy and slid the briefs down over the firm ass, before he kissed the clean, hairless, pink pucker and started to lick him and rim the delicious ass. Sam was starting to moan, with his head in the sheets, as Cole sank a finger past his sphincter and began fingering his prostate. He reached under himself, grabbing his rock-hard dick and started to jerk it.

    Cole laughed, as he reached for his belt. He grabbed both of Sam’s hands and quickly pulled them onto his back, where he tied them together. Sam’s eyes widened, as he realised what was about to happen, but before he got to protest, Cole grabbed his cock and started eating his ass out again, forcing moans and whimpers out of Sam, making his mind swim.

    For a short moment, Sam thought Cole would show him some mercy, but as he was just about to cum, Cole pulled back, removing his hands and mouth. “Ahhh … please … please … let me … aaaaaah!” Cole allowed him to come down just enough, so that he would not cum when touched, before he continued tormenting the gorgeous, slender, muscled teen again. “Not until I say you can!” Cole growled, as he kept fingering and working the whimpering boy.

    Cole knew Sam and he could drive him right up to the edge, almost past it, before he pulled away.

    Sam was pleading and begging, not to be let free, but for Cole to finish him of. Rather than allowing Sam to cum, Cole kept edging him, and then depriving him of release. Again, and again, he drove Sam there, just to pull back, reducing the teen to a whimpering and shivering pile of muscles, eyes glazed over and unfocused. Had he been able to formulate a coherent sentence, he would have been cursing and swearing, but the frustration of being deprived and the pleasure and stimulation had taken over his entire awareness.

    This time, Cole took much more time than the last time he had tormented Sam; he was showing of. But he had to be more careful, as he took Sam further and further. It was not until Sam’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, that Cole finally stood up behind him.

    In a single thrust, he forced his shaft past Samuel’s quivering sphincter, slamming into the hilt, forcing a loud scream out of the boy. Sam immediately orgasmed, shooting his load into the bed, his entire body convulsing and thrashing.

    Cole untied the teen’s hands and held them up next to his head, as he kept slamming his cock in and out of the tight ass. His thrusts pushed Sam up the bed, until his stomach and cock was pushed into the bed.

    Finally, Cole buried his nine-inch cock to the hilt in the tight ass, roaring out as he came again, breeding Sam. For a good two minutes, Cole stayed where he was, until he rolled onto his back, still with his cock lodged deep up Sam’s pussy.

    The boy’s legs were spread wide, on the outside of Cole’s legs, allowing the hunk to lock him in. He wrapped an arm around Sam, keeping him pushed in against his chest. Sam was panting for air, exhausted, but cock still almost entirely hard, eyes still a bit hazy and sweat covering their bodies.

    “Holy fuck, dudes … that was amazing!” Joey said, shock in his voice. “Sam, are you alright there?” he laughed. Sam just knotted once, before his head slumped back down. Cole laughed as he big hands ran over the tender body. “Well … we do have just a small finishing surprise for you – Josephine?” he yelled.

    From the hallway, a gorgeous blonde stepped in. She had an amazing, firm, slender, curved body, perky natural c-cup tits and waist length, soft blonde hair. Cole had arranged for her to join them, as he knew Sam liked her.

    Josephine had not done a lot of porn, mainly photos, but after seeing some photos of Sam, she had agreed to join them for his first video.

    She climbed onto the bed, just wearing a pair of lace panties, and smiled to Samuel, who managed to look up at her. “I watched on the monitor outside. Impressive!” she said, as he knelt down between Cole’s and Sam’s spread knees. “Cole told me, that you are a fan, so I thought we could make this a bit more memorable!” she continued, as she bent down and wrapped her lips around his cock, slowly sucking him, until his seven-inch dick was completely rigid once again. Cole held onto him, as Sam started to whimper and writher again.

    Josephine sucked him, until he was almost ready to cum again. She pulled back with a devious grin, as she saw the look in his eyes. “Don’t worry – I’m not going to do the same as Cole!” The hunk laughed below Sam, still with his hard cock deep up Sam’s ass.

    Rather than tormenting him, Josephine climbed up and slid her tight, wet pussy – she had been playing with herself, both while watching and sucking Sam – down Sam’s rigid cock. She started to ride him, and Sam’s hips started to meet her movements, as she fucked him. Josephine rode him long and slowly, with Sam’s hands on her firm body, finishing him of rather than torturing him. His eyes rolled back into his head, as he came, tricking Josephine’s orgasm.

    When she climbed of him again, Cole finally slid out from underneath Sam’s spent body. Josephine laid down next to him and kissed him softly, just gently stroking his cock.

    “So, Sam, had a good time?” Joey asked. Sam could only knot his head, with a tired smile. “Well, that’s good! But, I think that was it. I also think, Josephine would like to stay around for a bit, and … maybe the two of you could have some fun, after you have had a shower and a nap?” Josephine laughed and gently kissed Sam again.

    “How about all of you go away, so we can relax a bit?” she said with a wide grin. The guys laughed, before they all left the bed room, including Cole, leaving Sam in the hands of Josephine, who had every intention of tormenting him as much as Cole had done.

    Josephine allowed Sam to get a short nap, before she woke him up with her lips wrapped around his cock; she had tied up his arms and legs, and she spent half an hour slowly edging him, swirling her tongue around his engorged cock head, while she sadistically played with his battered prostate. When she finally let him cum, she just crawled up and rubbed her soaking pussy against his shaft, and slid his sensitive cock head in between her pussy lips, playing with him, pumping his straining cock back up, until she slid down him in a single movement, taking him into the hilt, setting off her orgasm. The spasming and convulsing sent Sam over the edge again, forcing a violent load out of him.

    By mistake, one of the knots had loosened and as Josephine got of him and fell asleep, Sam managed to untie himself; when he felt, he had let her sleep for long enough, he gave her a taste of her own medicine, fucking her awake and giving her a ride for her life.

    ***

    Samuel was standing at the kitchen counter, slicing some veggies. Cole walked up behind him and pushed his body against Sam’s, wrapping an arm around him. Sam yelped out, when Cole snapped one of the straps of his jock strap. “Mmmh, church boy … maybe there really is a God …” Cole mumbled into his fuckboys ear. “How could anyone as gorgeous otherwise exist?” He ran a hand down Samuel’s flat, ripped stomach, while he wrapped the other around his boy’s throat and ground his bare cock into his ass.

    Samuel giggled, followed by a moan, when he felt Cole’s hot tongue making contact with his ass hole. The hunk rimmed him out, penetrating his ass with his thumb and started to probe his prostate; precum was starting to ooze from Sam’s iron hard prick.

    Cole stood up behind him, thumb deep up his boy pussy, and pushed Sam down onto the kitchen counter. He bent down over Sam and growled in his ears. “Do your pussy wanna get fucked, church slut?”

    “Aaaah, yesss, please, fuck my ass! Aaaaaah!” Sam exclaimed as Cole slid his thumb out, replacing it with his index and middle fingers. He fingerfucked the moaning and begging teenager hard, before he dropped a couple of big globs of spit on his pucker and smeared it out. He dropped another glob on his cock, which he replaced his fingers with; Cole sank his thick shaft past the tight sphincter, slamming his cock into the hilt, forcing a scream out of Sam.

    Cole began to fuck him hard with long strokes, slamming his cock in and out of the tight boy cunt. Sam was up his tiptoes, stomach pushed into the kitchen counter, gripping the opposite side, screaming and crying from the rough fuck his ass was getting. He was getting stretched so far, despite having been getting it up the ass for almost a year.

    But Sam’s cock was entirely rigid below him and he almost jolted of Cole’s pole, when he felt someone grabbing his cock; to his left, Josephine was standing, grinning to him. “Move him to the table,” she asked Cole, before she laid down on her back on the dining table and spread her legs wide; she guided Sam’s head between her legs and he instinctively began eating her soaking pussy.

    Behind Sam, the muscle hunk kept slamming his shaft in and out of his fuck boy, sweat coating his body.

    ***

    Epilogue

    Sam was laying between Josephine’s soft, slender, muscled legs, fucking her tight pussy hard, using short, hard thrusts to drill into her. She was arching her back, moaning, as she was getting fucked from her first orgasm straight into the second, sending spasms through her body. Her nails were digging into Sam’s back, as he was pounding his now almost eight-inch fuck pole into her, brushing against her cervix.

    As the muscled 18-year-old was drilling a second orgasm out of the crying blond, Cole walked in to the bed room. A grin grew on his face, when he saw his sexy church boy fucking the girl hard. He stroked his hardening cock, settling in to enjoy the show, when Josephine saw him, and a mischievous smile appeared on her face.

    She ran slowly ran her hands down Sam’s muscled back, to his firm ass cheeks and parted them, kneading them. Sam pounded harder into her, when one of her fingers circled his puffy sphincter and she slammed her hard, as she slipped her finger into him. She came again as he rammed her, clamping her pussy down on his cock; miraculously, he did not cum again already.

    Cole could easily follow Josephine’s train of thoughts. He walked up to the bed and crawled up behind Sam, who was still pounding Josephine. The cum that Cole had dumped when he had fucked Sam earlier, before he left him in Josephine’s claws, was leaking out, as she was playing with his ass, lubing up the tight, puffy ass.

    As Cole aligned his cock with the tight opening, Sam looked up behind him. Before he said anything, Cole pushed his cock past his tight opening, making Sam moan out.

    “Aaaah … fuck … you fucking bastards!” he laughed moaning, as Cole started to fuck his ass again, sinking his cock into the hilt.

    Below Sam, Josephine was moaning, as she pulled Sam down on top of her and wrapped her arms around him. “Yes, fuck his ass hard, so he fucks me … ah, shit yes-yes-yes!” she screamed as she came again, with Cole above now effortlessly shafting Sam, pounding him hard with his thick cock, all of them glistening from sweat in the overheated room.

    Josephine and Cole had come to the result, that they could share Samuel between them, as neither really was willing to give him up. Sam had not been given a choice or asked in the matter, but he really didn’t mind that much. In two months, he would be off to college and so far, it was the plan that he could move in with Josephine; in the meantime, he could do whatever – and whoever – he wanted. His porn had gone viral, but it had really only damaged his dad, who was already embroiled in a massive fraud and corruption scandal, while his sexual perversions was becoming well known. All of it helped along by his son and wife.

    When they about forty-five minutes later were laying in the bed, Josephine snoozing in Sam’s arms, Cole asked if Sam had heard from his dad.

    “No. And it does not really matter now. The divorce will be finalised next month, mom gets the money, house and the land that we own.” He ran a finger down Josephine’s soft side, enjoying the feeling of her body pushed against him, her breasts nestling against him, and Coles cock between his ass cheeks.

    “Is your mom holding up?”

    “Ha. Yeah, she is. The three pool boys are helping her through all of this,” Sam laughed. No one cared about the porn video – or the three other ones Sam had made – or that his mom now was fucking with their pool boys. Everyone was blaming Josef for it all; he had broken their family.

    Catherina had not cared about her son’s video either and they had instead focused on ruining Josef. Really, she was a bit proud of her son. She had promised him whatever car he wanted, along with a pretty generous allowance.

    Best of all; Sebastian had been asked to replace Josef on the city council. He was now the head priest in their church and everyone thought he was a decent honest, moral man – who was fucking two of the altar boys. But Sebastian was only going to stay long enough for Julian and Ben to graduate; then he was signing up with a baseball team. Sam had walked in on Julian on his knees in his dad’s old office, blowing Sebastian before mass; he had joined Sebastian in double teaming the altar boy, after locking the door.

    On one particular memorable Sunday evening, Sam, Julian, Ben, Sebastian and Cole had had an orgy in the chancel of the church; the two hunks had enjoyed watching Julian and Ben spit roasting Sam, before Sam had gotten to bury his cock balls deep in Julian, while Sam mounted him. It had been nasty, sweaty, wrong and so good. When the church bell struck mid night, they had been laying on the carpet behind the altar, covered in sweat, saliva and cum.

    “By the way, Joey asked, if you maybe want to come back and do couple videos more, with me and Josephine?” Sam had done three videos more with two other guys and one with a famous porn actress; all of them had become incredibly popular and he was getting pretty good royalities from them.

    Sam didn’t have to think about for long. One of his hands ran down and cupped Josephine’s ass. “Yeah, why not?”


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  • Remembering

    (Author’s note: our illustrious host told me once if I finish a story, even if I’m unsure about it, I should post it. So we have this one which I have sat on for weeks while starting three others, one posted before this one, for its tone is not right, too dark. I cut a third off of it, started to rewrite it, but in the end I’m tossing it out here, which is not the best place for this one.  Grant)


    Kenneth moved behind the podium and looked across the room. Along the front were the others who had been instrumental in getting to where they were today, this new facility they had come together for the ritual of a grand opening. The ribbon had been cut earlier and now everyone had gathered in the meeting room, one far too small for today’s gathering, more standing around the perimeter than sitting.

    Across the room he saw the older faces of the volunteers and the board members, and interspersed amongst them were the faces of the young, some only thirteen or fourteen years old.

    ‘Too young and still far too many’ Kenneth thought as he looked across the room at those for whom the new Youth Center had been constructed. He knew they had come a long way since the days of his youth, but it still pained him to see how much was still to do. And it seemed they were suddenly fighting as much to hold the ground they had gained as they were in fighting for the rights and recognition most took for granted.

    In front of him, sitting in the second row, Katie sat next to Ted, his partner of the last thirty-two years. She was fifteen, and had been at the center for a month now. He remembered the night he got the call at three in the morning, that another kid had shown up, kicked out by parents who could not abide having a child who was gay or lesbian.

    ‘This was the fucking twenty-first century and we still have to put up with this kind of stupidity’ Kenneth thought when he saw her sitting there, as he did every time another boy or girl showed up at the center. It pained him…and made him furious.

    “Thank you everyone for coming out and all of your hard work. Without you we would not have this fine facility we are standing in today. The Youth Center is the culmination of years of hard work as it was bounced from one location to the next. You may not remember this, but the center began in the basement…” Kenneth began, and he struggled to stay focused on his notes with his emotions rolling up and down. The relief of having a permanent facility and the insane amount of effort it took to get here versus the sadness that such a facility is necessary.

    He spoke briefly, not one for long speeches and as soon as he finished, the applause still strong, he moved from the podium letting Nancy take his place. Standing to the side he scanned the room quickly counting the number of youth that were present, those there for they had nowhere else to go. He heard Nancy’s voice but none of the words for he began to remember his own youth, the days when he was the age of so many in the room today.

    The summer of sixty-seven came to mind, those long hot humid days in Monroeville, Alabama, a fifteen-year old, the youngest of three. He remembered how the soybeans grew tall in the fields, how Bobby, David and he went down to the creek to swim a few times a week then rode their bikes up to Greene’s, the small store out on the edge of town where pulpwood truck drivers  and local farmers frequently stopped for a soda and snack, and he remembered his awakening, the realization of being different and how it ultimately made him ostracized by those he had considered his best friends.

    June 17, 1967

    Pulling a t-shirt on as he went out the screen door, letting it slam shut, Kenneth stepped quickly down the concrete block steps, landing only on his toes, as he raced down them. He heard his mother yell at him for letting the screen door slam as he picked up his bike from where it lay in the yard.

    “Okay” Kenneth replied, exasperated at constantly getting into trouble with his mother. He hopped on his bike, a two-year old Sears bike with a banana seat and high-rise handlebars he got from a cousin. Its gold paint scuffed and scratched and the tires beginning to be worn down and in need of replacing but it was his bike, only the second one his parents had been able to afford to buy for him.

    On the bike, knees pumping up and down as he road down the dirt road toward the paved road that would take him to David’s house, he felt the hot humid air move over his bare arms and legs. He wore cut off jeans and a t-shirt that fit loosely on his skinny torso, his usual attire for the days of summer. His bare feet worked the pedals round and round keeping up an even pace even over the rough surface of the road.

    On the paved road, its slag surface creating a vibration through his bike, Kenneth rode north, glancing back frequently. The traffic was light but what was there drove substantially faster than the forty-five-mph limit. It was four miles to David’s house and he knew by the time he got there, Bobby should be there, since he lived only a mile from David. He felt the heat of the sun on his arms and knees, felt the sweat trickle down his face, down his sides from underneath each arm and down his back. His hair, light brown, with bleached blonde streaks from the sun, lay wetly over his forehead.

    Kenneth coasted across the yard and hopped off his bike, letting it drop by the red bike that belonged to Bobby. He moved up the steps onto the wide porch that span the front of David’s house. It was an old house, built long ago by David’s great-grandparents. David’s father and uncle were sitting in the straight back chairs on the porch smoking cigarettes and drinking beer, something his own mother would have strictly forbidden. Neither man looked his way, or acknowledged his presence as he went to the front door.

    “…I tell you the country is going to hell. First they let them n_____ marry white women and now one of ‘em is nominated for the Supreme Court. Goddamn, I tell you…” Kenneth heard one of them saying as he went in, using that word his own mother frowned on, never saying it herself, and it made him conscious of it, the way it was used to denigrate them. All because they were different, their skin darker, their hair different, and he wondered what other differences would these men find intolerable. Something he had been thinking about a lot of late.

    Bobby and David were in the kitchen sitting at the table, a soda and slice of pie in front of each of them. Kenneth moved into the room and took the chair next to Bobby.

    “Hey Kenneth, you want a piece of pie and a coke?” asked David’s mother.

    “Yes, mam” he replied watching Bobby fork another bite of the apple pie into his mouth, his own mouth suddenly watering with want.

    “When we finish you want to ride over to the school and play some basketball?” asked David.

    “Nah, let’s ride down to the trails” replied Bobby, his words muffled by the pie in his mouth.

    “Yeah, lets ride the trails and then go swimming” Kenneth added, not wanting to go to the school where he knew some of the other boys would be playing basketball. They would want David and Bobby on a team, but he knew they would not want him. Too skinny, too slow, and not very good at shooting the ball, and the more they criticized him, the less he tried. And the bump and push of the game had its own demons, the way chests pressed against backs, arms reaching around, grabbing at the ball. It made him feel things he tried hard to suppress.

    The trails were paths that formed over the years from boys in the community riding their bikes on them year after year keeping their surface well compacted, as they snaked through the woods down near Deer Creek. There were places the trail dropped nearly vertically into a gully, places where they crossed springs or jumped over a fallen log or had jumps just for the fun of it. The red clay was hard as concrete when dry making for a fast ride on their bikes.

    Bobby, followed by David with Kenneth bringing up the rear cut off the road, down and back up out of the ditch onto the trail that began at the edge of the woods. They raced through the woods, taking one trail or another. David has the nicest bike, a road bike, which was the worst on the trails. Too big and heavy, the narrower road tires not suitable for the sections of loose dirt, so he struggled to keep up.  Bobby had a bike like Kenneth’s, an old Stingray, with high-rise handlebars and banana seat, its black paint faded to a dull flat tone and he rode it hard, his stronger legs working effortlessly.

    Bobby was the first down to the creek and by the time Kenneth slid in next to him Bobby had his shirt off and tossed over the seat.

    “Last one in is a pussy” Bobby yelled as he ran to the bank and jumped into the creek.

    Kenneth had his t-shirt over his head working his arms free when David coasted into next to him.

    ‘Bastard is always first” uttered David as he dropped his bike and began to undo the buttons on his shirt.

    The creek was shallow in most sections but in this narrow section it was deep, so deep its clear waters still concealed the bottom from view. They swam the length of the section, dove down touching the bottom at times and they horsed around, ducking each other from behind. They played around in the creek until their arms and legs grew weary. Bobby moved up into the shallows sitting on the sandy bottom as the water cascaded around his butt and legs. David sat just below Bobby sitting in slightly deeper water, where only his head was above its surface. Kenneth leaned back, relaxed his whole body till he was floating at the surface, his toes, torso and face above the surface.

    They were quiet for a minute, only the sound of a bird nearby breaking the silence around them. Then Bobby was sniggering, and Kenneth turned his head to see why.

    “Damn David, are you touching yourself again?” asked Bobby as he leaned back on his elbows, laughing out loud.

    “I’m not touching myself…asshole. Just shut up” replied David as he moved forward and swam a short-ways across the creek. Kenneth saw his expression, the guilty look and knew David probably had been touching himself again. David seemed to be doing it often, and Kenneth wondered what his cock would look like when it was hard. Was it like his own, curving upward, the head flared out? Did it have a vein that snaked along its length? Did David jack off a lot, like he did and what did David think about when he did so?

    Kenneth looked up at the blue sky as he thought about David touching himself and he felt his own cock move within his shorts, felt it try to straighten out as it expanded. Suddenly aware of his growing erection he rolled in the water and dove down, embarrassed at how easily those thoughts came to mind.

    When they finally climbed out of the creek Kenneth slipped his t-shirt back on as David and Bobby tucked their shirts into the back of their shorts. They were soon on their way, easing back the way they came, legs still feeling weak from their horsing around in the creek. David was in front leading the way with Bobby just behind him. Kenneth once again brought up the rear which allowed him the guilty pleasure of watching them. He looked at their lean torsos appearing more developed than himself. He felt a longing for something more, some desire he couldn’t name, not with any word that wasn’t a cruelty. He had heard those words, slung at one boy or another at school, some slur that connotated weakness or a weirdness that made one evil, wicked. Fairy. Queer.

    But he felt what those words meant, the core nature of them. This attraction to another boy. And it scared him.

    They rode back to Kenneth’s house, bikes tossed down on the ground as they settled down in his bedroom. Bobby lying over the bed and David sitting on the floor leaned back against the bed as they waited on Kenneth to get an album on the record player. They would listen to music while playing a few hands of cards. Kenneth reached into the second drawer of his nightstand retrieving a deck of cards which he handed to David. David was the best at shuffling and Kenneth and Bobby watched as he deftly manipulated the deck mixing the cards up, cut and shuffled some more till satisfied it was sufficiently mixed.

    “Rummy or hearts?” asked David as he sat up to deal the cards.

    “Rummy…hearts is no fun with just three” replied Bobby.

    They played a couple of hands, David winning the first and Kenneth winning the second. Bobby looked at the spread of cards after the second game, face squinted questioningly at the cards.

    “Kenneth, are you sure this deck is complete?”

    “Yeah…I think so.”

    “Think so?” replied Bobby, then holding out his right hand, “let me count the deck.”

    Bobby flipped through the cards quickly, counting the cards as he went.

    “…48, 49, 50, 51…it’s short one card.”

    “Damn, let me have that deck. Look in the second drawer for another one” said Kenneth as he took the deck. He stood up and moved to the opposite side of his room where the wastebasket sat. When he turned he gasped, unable to tell David to stop, for he saw it was too late. Time slowed as he saw David looking down in the bottom drawer of his nightstand. David was frozen in place, just staring at the contents of the drawer.

    “What are you looking at?” Bobby asked as he scooted across the bed and looked down into the drawer. “What in the hell…Kenneth…what is this?”

    “Guys…it’s nothing…just some catalogs and fitness magazines…”

    David turned toward Kenneth as he lifted a composition notebook out with images of men pasted on the ruled pages. Men in their underwear, or in bikinis, muscle men lifting weights or playing sports.

    “What the fuck, Kenneth…you a fag or something?” asked David, his tone judgmental. Bobby looked from the notebook up at Kenneth and back.

    “Guys…please…” whispered Kenneth, as he felt the room spin, his heart pounding in his chest. His most private secret, the shame of it, brought out in the open by his only real friends. Kenneth didn’t think it could get worse till he saw Bobby reach into the drawer bringing out photographs. “No…no…please…” he whispered as he saw Bobby thumb through the photos, recognition of what the photos were.

    Kenneth had known it was not a good idea to keep them, not together like this, especially with his clippings, but they were the images that made him feel the most, the images that he could connect to the best in his fantasies. The images of Bobby and David at a pool party, shirtless, their wet shorts clinging to their bodies, or images of them playing ball, sweating profusely, shirts once again removed. And there were the close-up shots, David smiling at the camera and Bobby looking off to the side, his thick black hair hanging over his forehead into his eyes.

    David dropped the notebook into the drawer and jumped to his feet. “You goddamn queer…all this time…” he said in a loud accusatory voice as he pushed past Kenneth. Stopping at the door he turned back, looking at Kenneth. “You make me sick. Bobby come on.”

    Bobby eased up off the bed and Kenneth saw him slip the photographs into his pocket as he stood up.

    “Bobby…please…”

    “What the fuck…how could you?” replied Bobby as he moved past Kenneth following David out of the house.

    The sound of applause brought Kenneth out of daydreaming of his own past and he became aware of Nancy stepping away from the podium and Arthur moving behind it. He began to speak about the center itself, the work involved in procuring the building, the renovation and finally the grand opening. Arthur was fifteen years younger and Kenneth began to once again to consider their differences. How their lives were so different, both due to the place of their childhoods but also the time. His own rural upbringing versus Arthur growing up in Atlanta and the time period of each, his own during the sixties and so closeted, nothing out in the open versus Arthur’s when there seemed to be an acknowledgment of gays and lesbians, the first signs of acceptance by a segment of the population. Characters on television or the movies, although some were not the best role models, there were a few. Arthur’s talk of friends in school who knew he was gay and how they gave him support and friendship. It had been so different from his own experience. That day in his room came back to him. He still felt the pain of that day after all these years. And for everything David did afterwards to hurt him, it was Bobby who would hurt him in a way that would take over twenty-eight years before they would talk again and find closure.

    For weeks after David and Bobby had stormed out of his room he worried. Worried about who they would tell, worried about how it would ultimately come back to his folks and how eventually everyone in the community would know. And he felt the loss of his only friends. There developed a sense of isolation he didn’t know if he could survive. For days he ate very little, to the point his mother threatened to take him to the doctor to see what was wrong, thinking it had to be something physical.

    The dog days of summer arrived, the heat stifling as the humidity rose higher and higher. Scattered rain showers crossed the countryside daily, sometimes with strong winds and lightning that lit up the dark skies. Kenneth had been staying close to home, going for bike rides by himself, letting his parents think he was off with David and Bobby. He had not tried to call or see them since that day in his bedroom. Fear griped him every time he considered it. He felt paralyzed. 

    It was only two weeks till school started up again and he found himself on his bike. He had been desperate that morning to get away from home, his mother going on about why David and Bobby had not been at the house in weeks. He rode down to the trails and circled in and around the woods on one or another rain slicked trail. His pace was slow, for the red clay was slippery and being alone took away from the fun. Down at the creek he watched the swollen waters roil by, muddy and fast moving from the rains. Sitting on a branch of a live oak he watched the waters move underneath him as he tried to imagine what school would be like in the fall. His worst fear being David and Bobby telling everyone what they found in his bedroom.

    How long he had been sitting he had no idea when he heard someone coming down the trail. He began to move down the branch thinking it best to leave when he saw it was Bobby. He sat silent, not moving, wondering if David was behind him and whether, or not he should ease down and leave.

    Bobby stopped by Kenneth’s bike and looked up and down the bank then up in the tree. He stepped over his bike and let it drop down by Kenneth’s and moved closer to the live oak, only a few feet away. Looking up he didn’t say anything for a long time, the two of them just staring at each other. Kenneth knew there was nothing for him to say but he couldn’t make himself leave either.

    Bobby turned and looked over the creek, “you ready for school?”

    “No” Kenneth replied in a low nervous voice.

    “I’m not going to say anything” said Bobby after a long silence. Kenneth didn’t reply, didn’t know what to say, for anything would sound like an admission he couldn’t bring himself to do. “I don’t know about David, though…he might…say something” Bobby added as he looked away from Kenneth.

    “That is…what I’m afraid of” replied Kenneth, finally able to say something.

    “Are you…really queer?”

    There is was, the question. This moment played heavily in his thoughts the last few weeks, but Kenneth didn’t know till now how it would feel to hear it asked of him. Tears streaming down his cheeks he wiped them with his dirty hands and looked down into the roiling waters.

    “I don’t know…maybe…”

    “Kenneth…I don’t know about this. Really, I don’t, but…David will never…and… I won’t do anything to hurt you, but we can’t be friends no more” Bobby said, still looking away, then he walked back to his bike. And he was gone, the sound of his bike moving through the woods soon lost to the wind.

    Kenneth sat in the tree for a long time, unable to move. He knew David would never speak to him again but Bobby he hadn’t been so sure. Now he was, and it hurt worse, for Bobby seemed to still have feelings of friendship toward him, the way he spoke earlier, but in the end, it was too much.

    For years afterward, he considered this moment the one that seem to set the course of his life during the next three years, the way things would unfold in a manner he could never imagine. It would be five years, his second in college, before he felt like his life would have any meaning. Till then, things would only get worse.

    Once again it was the applause of the audience that would bring Kenneth back to the present. Everything about this event with the Youth Center had awaken those demons of his past, brought it all back like it was only yesterday. Things had changed so much since then; he had changed too.

    “Okay everyone, we have food and drink on the tables along the back wall. The band will begin as soon as they get set up, so please…enjoy the rest of the day and remember, we are constantly looking for volunteers and contributions…” said Kenneth, for what seemed like the millionth time. It was never ending, this need, and he spoke with the tone of someone battle tested over time, for if nothing else, he was that.

    He saw the young mans and girls of the center as they moved to get in line, several paired up, holding hands, smiling at each other in a way only the young can do. Kenneth smiled at the casual nature of it, the way they could be themselves in this place. A place that stood in for home when their parents failed them.

    Ted came up with two cups, holding one out to him.

    “After that big speech I figured you’d need this” Ted joked as Kenneth took the cup.

    “Thanks.”

    “So, you have that look. What are you thinking about?”

    Ninth grade began in every way Kenneth had feared. No one spoke to him, falling silent as he passed each group. There were the looks, the deliberate turning of backs toward him whenever he approached. In biology, no one would partner with him and even the teacher went along with his ostracizing. He found himself totally isolated. At lunch he sat at the table nearest the teachers, the one no students wanted to sit except those in trouble for something and forced to sit there. Every time he went to his locker he found nasty notes stuck through the louvers. The tone grew worse as each day went by till there was suggestions he commit suicide. After the first week he found ‘queer’ in black marker written across the front. A teacher was standing almost directly behind him and said nothing as he stood staring at the incriminating word. He did not know how it could get worse.

    That night, he went to his room after dinner, as he often did, unable to face his own parents, afraid they could see it written on his face.  He had been playing records and trying to do his homework when he heard the phone ring. Unable to hear what was being said he could make out his mother’s voice as she spoke to whoever was calling. He turned down the record player but still could not hear what was being said but it felt ominous. His mother talked for only a few minutes then there was silence.

    Kenneth waited, for he knew something was up the way the sound of the television had been turned down, the house eerily silent.

    “Kenneth…come here” his father called out, the tone of his voice hard, angry sounding.

    He turned off the record player and went to the living room where his mother stood by his father, who was in his chair. What was said he could never remember, only the tone of it, the accusatory nature of it. He remembered his mother leaving the room going to their bedroom. He remembered his father standing up, getting in his face, how his reply to a question earned him a slap.

    When he walked back to his bedroom, everything a blur, he found his mother there. She was on her knees at his nightstand, the bottom drawer open, the notebook on the floor in front of her. He knew he should have destroyed it, gotten rid of it that afternoon David had found it, but some part of him wondered if he wanted them to find it. Maybe he wanted the world to end, everything to come undone, once and for all.

    He didn’t go back to school the next morning, nor did he ever go back to that school. Instead he spent the morning packing his clothes, his books, and a few personal effects. His record player and albums were set aside by his father, saying they had to stay. His mother stood in his doorway watching him pack. The only thing she would say was one command or another about his packing. His father was at the school setting up for his transferring to another school. They were sending him to his grandmother’s up in Evergreen. A place where he knew no one.

    He anticipated a cold reception, that his grandmother would react the same as her daughter, his mother. They arrived late that day, only a few minutes of daylight remaining. He climbed out of his mother’s station wagon and went to the back unloading the two large suit cases that held his clothing. His father came up, pulled out the two boxes that contained books and a few personal effects then followed him to the porch where his mother and grandmother stood talking silently amongst themselves.

    As he climbed the six steps up to the porch he wondered how he would be greeted. He was breathing hard, his heart racing in his chest as he stepped on the porch. His mother opened the screen door for him.

    “Take those on in to the bedroom in the back” said his mother.

    As he crossed the porch his grandmother touched his arm, a soft gentle touch, and he looked up to see her smiling at him. Not a humorous smile but one of concern and caring. He didn’t know what to say or do, so he kept walking till he was in the bedroom he knew had been his Uncle Walter’s room. Sitting on the narrow single bed he heard his father in the dining room where he sat the boxes on the table. He heard the screen door open then close, his parents talking to his grandmother, their voices unintelligible. Then he heard his parents drive away and the screen door open and close once more.

    Softly, barely audible in the old farm house, he heard his grandmother walking toward the room. He heard her move down the short hall and stop in the doorway.

    “Come here Kenny” said his grandmother, arms open for a hug.

    Kenneth found his grandmother accepting in a way he could not fathom. She treated him as she always had, and it would be years later before he understood. She had been an old Southern Democrat, fiercely independent, his grandfather having passed away before he was born. She lived by the rule that everyone was to live and let live and over the course of those first few weeks as they talked about what happened, he began to sense her acceptance of him, no matter what had happened. She had no answers, didn’t pretend to, but she gave him her support telling him often she didn’t need to understand.

    He began school a few days later, the main high school in Greenville. He was someone new, known to some as Mrs. Howard’s grandson, but to most a stranger. Over the course of a few days he settled into the routine of classes and made a few casual friends, but he would not allow anyone to get too close.

    Two weeks later his mother showed up late one morning. In the back of the wagon was his record player and albums. She was distant, keeping her arms folded across her chest, but she was more talkative, inquisitive about his new school and what his classes were like. She seemed to be trying to mend the rift between them, but didn’t know how. And he was too young at the time to understand fully how she was reaching out to him. He had sensed a change in her demeanor. He knew she was reaching out by bringing his record player and albums, but at the time it wasn’t enough; not nearly enough.

    She stayed for lunch and Kenneth listened as his grandmother told of their routine, going into town on Saturday and Sundays, getting him off to school and some evenings, just before dark, taking a walk down to the old pond at the back of the property. His mother listened, commenting occasionally. When lunch was finished, Kenneth washed the few dishes as his grandmother and mother put away the leftovers then settled back at the table.

    “Are you and Jason coming for Thanksgiving?” his grandmother asked.

    There was a long pause before his mother answered.

    “I don’t think so…maybe Christmas?”

    “Cheryl…” his grandmother began then stopped, letting his mother’s name hang in the air. Kenneth rushed to finish the dishes and left the room, going to his bedroom and closing the door. Sitting on the bed he heard his mother stir around in the kitchen then walk to his door. He sat silent, unable to move, waiting, knowing she had be about to knock. Then he heard her walk back to the front of the house, and the screen door open and close. A few minutes later her car started, and he listened to the sound of it driving away.

    Ted bumped Kenneth’s shoulder with his own.

    “You okay?”

    “Yes…no…hell, I don’t know” Kenneth replied, and he laughed at the absurdity of his reply.

    “You and the others have done a wonderful thing here” said Ted, adding “I know this is tough.”

    Ted knew all about Kenneth’s own experience, and how he had been lucky to have someone who would take him in, something far too many did not have, even now. Kenneth nodded his head, then reached out taking Ted by the hand.

    “Come on, there is a slice of cake over there with my name on it” Kenneth jokingly stated as he led Ted across the room.

    They moved outside to the small patio area on the end of the building, sitting on a bench underneath a maple tree, its lowest limb hanging just above their heads.

    “You know, I look at these kids and think they are, in some ways, stronger than we were. They have a greater sense of what can be versus what is at this moment. Does that make sense?” asked Kenneth as he turned to Ted.

    “Yeah, of course. They have the history of everyone’s struggle up to this point, and, when they look at Arthur, or Nancy, or you and I, they can see it does get better.”

    Kenneth nodded and looked across the patio where a group of the youth were sitting on the ground talking amongst themselves. He considered how they had each other and this safe place to allow that to happen and how quickly even Katie was smiling and laughing again. It had been like that with his grandmother during the three years he lived with her. And when it had been time to go to college he found himself driving the new sedan his father had bought his mother, with his grandmother in the passenger seat and her in the back.

    It had been nineteen seventy when he found himself on campus at a time of turmoil, with protests against the war and students rebelling against the ways of their parents. That first year had been frightening, unsure how to respond to everything going on around him and after so many years of self-isolation, not sure how to really make friends. He had struggled with his classes for a few weeks until he found his rhythm. He fell into a routine with classes and slowly made one friend, then another. One connection led to another. Then it led to that party.

    Kenneth sat low in the old sofa looking around the small living room. There was a sense of amazement, awe that he was even at a party, any party, much less this one. And more amazing was how many people he knew. It had been a little over a year since he arrived on campus and slowly, one person at a time he now found himself among other students he considered friends. Mary, the first person he got to know, an art major from south Florida, next to her was Tim, a history major and over in the bean bag was Sam, another art major. Glancing to his right, sitting next to him on the sofa was Dana and Ryan, both English majors. Standing in the doorway was Thomas and behind him in the dining room was Chad, Sara, Lisa and Wendy making their way around the table. Music came from the front bedroom and other voices came from the small kitchen in back. The air was heavy with smoke, and empty bottles and glasses spoke to the late hour, the party settling down into that late phase where everyone had found a place to sit and relax. Conversations became less boisterous, some serious, others more personal.

    Kenneth saw Dana and Ryan kiss once, laugh, then kiss again. Thomas moved into the room sitting on the floor at the end of the coffee table.

    “Man…” uttered Thomas under his breath as he looked across the coffee table at all the empties, and everyone laughed.

    The house was rented by Gavin, another English major that Kenneth had recently met through Ryan. Of all the guys he had met over the last year it was Gavin that made him feel the most anxious. Whenever he spoke to Gavin there was something about the way he looked back at him. Kenneth felt he was being studied, Gavin’s stare trying to see inside of him. And there was some vibe, some aspect about Gavin that drew him in but also scared him. After Ryan and Dana had told him of Gavin’s party last weekend his consideration of Gavin’s personality only grew worse. He had entertained the idea that maybe Gavin was gay, maybe he secretly like other guys too, but he remembered seeing Gavin with a girl at Grant’s, the main bar across from campus. So, he had to be projecting, putting characteristics on Gavin he desired him to have. Even so, he still had been looking forward the to party more so than any other. 

    Taking another sip of his beer, he looked through the dining room and the door into the kitchen trying to find Gavin, wondering where he had disappeared. Laughter came from the front porch that spanned the front of the old house and he looked up over the back of the sofa out the window. Only shadows and reflections could be seen on the glass but the voices outside became clearer and he realized none belonged to Gavin.

    Sitting up straight thinking he should walk out to the kitchen and maybe the back yard where some were sitting around a fire he heard Lisa’s high-pitched voice in the dining room.

    “Gavin, man…where have you been.”

    Looking over, Kenneth saw him step into the dining room from the short hall that led to the bathroom and the back two bedrooms, one Gavin slept in and the other he used as a study.

    “Just taking a break, my dear” Gavin replied sarcastically.

    Gavin had removed his shirt and stood in the dining room in just his jeans. They fit tight to his tall lean body, and low on the waist. Gavin absentmindedly ran his right hand up his stomach and over his chest, and Kenneth’s eyes followed its movement. Then he let his eyes look over the lean torso, the narrow trial of hair that disappeared into the low-slung jean. His eyes moved over the jeans, the way the crotch bulged, the outline of Gavin’s cock lying to the side so obvious it made Kenneth’s mouth go dry. Gavin turned toward him, and he could see the way the fly of the jeans bowed outward revealing the buttons struggling to remain within their holes. Then he realized one button was free, the fabric trying to part where it was un-done and Kenneth felt his own fingers tug at his cock.

    Gavin moved toward him and he cast his gaze up, finding Gavin looking down at him with knowing smile on his face. Kenneth felt the burn of embarrassment on his face, knowing Gavin saw where his eyes had been focused. He waited on some comment, some snide remark to be made, something jokingly stated to embarrass him, but Gavin only moved into the living room and sat on the arm of the sofa next to him.

    “You having a good time?” asked Gavin.

    “Yeah, it’s a great party.”

    Gavin leaned back, his body angled closer to Kenneth and he could smell his masculine scent mixed with that sweet musky scent of the oil he wore. Gavin laid his arm across the sofa’s back and Kenneth had the sense of being wrapped up within his body. He sensed the heat of it, the way it stretched out next to him. He was unable to control himself letting his eyes graze along the bare chest and stomach, downward to where it disappeared into the jeans. The jeans looked loose around the waist and he gazed into the dark gap trying to see what lay within. He could see it through the jeans, the way it lay sideways, stretched out to the left thigh, the round shaft clearly defined through the worn faded denim.  He tugged on the crotch of his own jeans feeling the constriction within grow worse.

    Gavin laughed then twirled a couple of fingers in Kenneth’s hair.

    “Hey…let’s go to my room a minute” said Gavin into Kenneth’s ear, his voice so low, barely audible, only Kenneth could hear it.

    “Okay” Kenneth replied, his voice hoarse and nervous and he stood up behind Gavin and followed him out of the living room, through the dining room into the short hall. He watched how Gavin moved, graceful, slow with each gesture or movement. He followed too closely behind, so close he could see the mole on the right shoulder and a tiny scare on the back of the left arm. He was Gavin’s shadow.

    Gavin opened his bedroom door and stood aside letting Kenneth enter first. Unsure what to do, where to sit, the room messy, clothes piled on the floor, a dresser covered in personal effects and the bed with it covers lying haphazardly across the foot of it. And there were stacks of books everywhere. On the nightstand, on the dresser and on the floor in every corner. He moved into the room and watched Gavin close and lock the door.

    “Sit” said Gavin nodding toward the bed.

    Kenneth sat down suddenly realizing the only light was from a lamp on the nightstand, the shade covered by a red scarf making the light red, dimmed to a soft warm glow. Gavin came over to the bed and sat next to him, their legs brushing together. Leaning back onto his elbows, Gavin stretched out next to him.

    “I saw you looking at me” Gavin whispers.

    “What?!…I…”

    “It’s okay. I was looking at you.”

    Kenneth feels Gavin touch him on the back, fingers raking over his shirt. The hand moves upward till the fingers are kneading his neck making him tilt his head back embracing this contact.

    When Gavin grasps his neck and pulls him down, Kenneth descends willingly, till they are kissing. Gavin takes Kenneth’s left hand and places it on his stomach, encouraging the contact…pushing for more.

    Kenneth opens his mouth allowing Gavin’s tongue to move within his mouth as he feels the undulation of Gavin’s stomach underneath his hand. The slow up and down movement of this breathing. The warmth of the contact tempts him, fuels his desire for more. Slowly, gently, fingers barely touching the skin, he moves his hand downward, through the narrow trail of hair till he feels soft worn denim. He runs his fingers along the top of the jeans, back and forth, afraid to go further.

    Gavin grabs his wrist guiding his hand down below the waistband. He feels no underwear, only skin, as his fingers move further down till he feels it, the hard shaft of Gavin’s cock.

    “Touch me” Gavin whispers and Kenneth slips his fingers around the hard shaft feeling its girth fill his hand. “Oh yeah” utters Gavin as he pushes Kenneth on his back and rolls on top of him, hand pinned within those tight jeans where Gavin pushes against it, cock flexing in the tight grasp. “You like that…my cock in your hand” Gavin whispers in his ear.

    “Yes” exclaims Kenneth, louder than he should have been, as he feels that hard shaft and the weight of Gavin on top of him, the bare torso so hot against him he feels sweat trickle down his sides.

    Rising up on his hands Gavin grinds his crotch against Kenneth’s till both are moaning. Kenneth’s cock is painfully confined between them. Opening his eyes, he looks at Gavin hovering over him, realizing for the first time how up close he looks so boyish. The smoothness of his cheeks and chin, and a nose that is small and upturned. Looking down he sees Gavin’s upper torso moving over him, the lean build reflecting every muscle and the shape of his rib cage, and the fair skin stretched tightly over all of it. He reaches up and rubs his fingers across the flat chest and over the hard nub of the right nipple.

    “Fuck” Gavin utters as he moves up grabbing Kenneth’s shirt and tugging on it trying to get it off. Kenneth moves to remove his shirt and he feels Gavin fumbling with his belt, then jeans, tugging roughly on the zipper. As he tosses the shirt aside Gavin is tugging his jeans and briefs down his legs. His cock smacks his abdomen when it comes free and suddenly he is naked, Gavin standing up between his spread legs.

    “Nice” utters Gavin as he moves up closer, waiting, eyes locked on Kenneth’s, everything Kenneth needs to know in that stare.

    Kenneth sat up, Gavin’s stomach only inches from his face. He saw the round flared head of Gavin’s cock protruding above the waistband, wet, an angry red in color and he moved to it, tentatively touch his tongue to it, then pressed his lips to it. Reaching up he took hold of those jeans and tugged, feeling one button after the next pull free till the front spread open and the jeans slid down Gavin’s thighs. Kenneth’s mouth filled with Gavin’s cock, the flared head pushing to the back of his throat as his lips stretched around the thick shaft.

    “Shit…yeah….” uttered Gavin as he moved his hips, pushed inward into Kenneth’s mouth savoring the way it felt.

    Pulling back, his cock sticking straight out glistening wet, Gavin eased down between Kenneth’s legs resting his arms on each thigh.  Leaned back on his elbows Kenneth watched as Gavin held his cock up, licked the clear bead pooled in the slit off then licked down the shaft and back up. Fighting hard to control himself, Kenneth watched as Gavin took him, lips tight around the shaft as they plunged all the way downward. Up and down Gavin worked his mouth till Kenneth was pumping his hips upward, the need for release rising quickly. Suddenly he felt the warm air of room on his wet cock and he opened his eyes to Gavin slipping an arm under each leg, then moving up and over him. It was strange, the way Gavin was bringing his legs up then over, folding him over till each leg lay next to his upper body. He felt the way his hips rose upward, ass spread open and knew what Gavin was going to do. He was scared, afraid how it would feel for a man to penetrate him, to sink their hardness into his body. He was afraid it would hurt, that it would be too much. He was afraid he couldn’t take it. He was afraid he would make Gavin stop no matter how much he didn’t want him to.

    Gavin kissed him, then moved along his jaw then neck, lips touching his skin making him acutely aware of every sensation. He felt the push against his ass, the hardness rake over him then bore down on his opening. He felt himself resist, that fear rising up.

    “Don’t ya want it?” Gavin whispered.

    “Yeah…but…”

    “Relax…push to me.”

    Kenneth pushed against Gavin’s cock and felt himself open to it, the stretch of his opening as the head then shaft sank into his hole. His whole body shuddered as Gavin pushed into his depths. He clung to him, felt the heat of their bodies as Gavin pressed tightly against his ass.

    “Damn…you have me…all of me.”

    Kenneth closed his eyes, his entire focus on the feel of Gavin moving within him, the undulating body against the back of his legs, the feel of cock moving inward, deeply, then pulling back. The room became hot and closed in around him. He no longer heard the voices coming from other parts of the house, the laughter, the talking nor the music. He heard only the grunts and mutterings of Gavin and his own moans. Every time Gavin sank all the way into his body he moaned, growing louder as Gavin’s pace increased.

    He felt the weight of Gavin move off and he opened his eyes to see him on his knees. Holding his legs, Gavin brought them tight to his chest and kept pumping his hips, rocking Kenneth roughly on the bed. The bed squeaked then began to hit the wall. For a moment he considered the noise they were making, but closed his eyes and found himself working his hips when Gavin had taken his own erection and began to stroke it in rhythm with their fuck.

    “Oh fuck” Kenneth cried out as he felt the surge through his body, the imminent release that caused him to buck upward, shoving his cock through Gavin’s fist and his ass on Gavin’s cock. He shuddered as he splattered his load across his face, chest then stomach.

    “Fuck…shoot it…shoot it man” Gavin uttered through clinched teeth as he hammered Kenneth’s hole. “Fuck, I’m coming.”

    Gavin eased out of Kenneth and sat on his heels, still breathing hard. Opening his eyes Kenneth looked at the sweaty body, the way Gavin’s skin glistened in the dim light.

    “Damn…that was nice” Gavin whispered as he looked down with a mischievous smile spread across his face. He climbed off the bed and slipped his jeans back on. “Stay here. I’m going to clear out this party.”

    After lying still for a while, Kenneth sat up on the edge of the bed. He felt the trickling of cum down his cheek, chest and stomach and looked down to watch one rivulet trickle down his stomach till it came to rest on his thigh. He considered going to the bathroom to clean up but the sound of people still in the house made him forget the notion. He stood and moved to his jeans thrown on the floor retrieving his briefs, which he used to wipe his face, chest and stomach. As he got the last of it off his stomach he felt Gavin’s load trickle down the inside of his thigh and he wiped it away too.

    Tossing his briefs on top of his jeans he eased down on the bed on his stomach. Eyes closed, his breathing slowed down, he listened to the noises coming from the other rooms of the house till finally, the music turned off and the house was silent. The door of the bedroom opened and closed, and he sensed Gavin standing by the bed.

    “Has everyone left?” asked Kenneth.

    “Yes” replied Gavin as Kenneth felt him move on the bed, straddling his thighs.

    Kenneth felt Gavin’s hair touch his shoulders and head then the warm softness of lips on the back of his neck. The bed rocked as Gavin’s cock rested on his ass, pressed against it tightly as Gavin lay on his back.

    Kenneth kept his eyes closed, lost to the sensations Gavin was stirring within him. There was no awareness of one action or another, not how one act led to another. He only knew the press of Gavin against his body, the heat of it, the way it made him feel. Before he realized it, Gavin was pushing into his depths again, this time slowly, no urgency driven by their lust. Lips touched the back of his neck, moved around to his right ear and he felt the warm wetness of tongue following the curve of his ear. He pushed upward with his hips trying to take Gavin deeper, to reach deep within his body and touch the longing he had harbored for so long.

    The bed squeaked softly beneath them as Gavin moved within his body, pushing inward deeply, abdomen grinding against this ass. His own cock grew hard, and his movements rubbed it against the bed till he was near release.

    “Fuck me…fuck me” Kenneth moaned as he felt Gavin raise up. Gavin’s hands held his own down as he thrust inward harder and harder, the bed squeaking loudly, protesting the roughness of their fuck. Gavin’s pace grew faster and the bed banged against the wall, the rocking motion mirroring their own.

    “Goddamn…” Gavin uttered as he shoved inward and ground his abdomen against Kenneth’s ass.

    Then Gavin lay on Kenneth’s back, his hot sweaty body heaving for breath. Kenneth felt out of breath too and realized he lay in the wetness of his own load.

    It had been some time since Kenneth thought of that first time with Gavin. It seemed so important at the time but now, it was merely the first of many times since. He shook his head and smiled at the memory, the superficial nature of it, for Gavin was never one to be serious with any one person, male or female. He had gone to Gavin’s place a lot over the remainder of the term and the next year, until Gavin’s graduating brought an end to it. Then there were others. The confidence to read the signals being given, even if subconscious, and the confidence to act upon them. For his last two years he had met seven others. Four of them had been merely for the sex, for the guys could not bring themselves to want more, to try to make it a normal relationship in a time when such a thing was so alien to them. Two had been disastrous for the guys flipped out afterward leaving him feeling sorry for them. Even in private they could not admit their sexuality.

    Looking across the patio he saw Evan and Taylor come out, two boys he had known for a year now. They were from the next county over and had showed up one rainy night in Taylor’s old truck, both having come out to their parents and both kicked out on the same night. They had mannerisms and a way about them that after all these years was still so familiar. Country boys, dressed in white t-shirts and jeans, of a style none of the boys in town wore. He watched them move over to a bench and sit next to each other, laughing at something Taylor had said.

    It had been almost a shock when he had first met them, for Evan looked so familiar, someone he should know. He knew it was ridiculous, for there was no way for him to know some seventeen-year old kid from Monroe County.

    It took a little time during that first encounter, the night the boys showed up for help, for it to hit him why Evan looked so familiar. Why he didn’t realize it immediately was probably due to the late hour, and how it always upset him to have to take in another kid, this time two at one time. But Evan looked like James, the guy he had met in that last Fall Semester of college. The same light brown hair, the light skin with freckles across his cheeks and nose and the blue eyes, so vivid to appear as some exotic liquid. Even the way Evan walked, that casual gait, arms loose at his side, his feet barely leaving the ground with each step. It all reminded him of James. Number seven, the last one during college.

    Senior year started with a mixture of excitement and dread. Excitement of nearing graduation, his years at college coming to an end, and dread for it meant getting a job and falling into the rhythm of adulthood responsible for everything, rent, car, food, etc. For the first few days he had been so focused on classes that the idea of looking for someone had to wait, but eventually he began to watch the other guys. In class, walking across campus, in the library and everywhere he went, he watched them. Looked for the signals, the mannerisms or gestures that gave some indication they were gay. He met them eye to eye, seeing who kept the contact longer than normal, gave some acknowledgement it could mean more than a simple greeting.

    Three days a week, Kenneth didn’t finish classes till two o’clock in the afternoon, when he would race over to the nearest cafeteria. It was on the south side of campus in the section of dorms for women and at two o’clock, it was never busy. It was a Wednesday afternoon when he first saw James. Having raced into the cafeteria, gone through the line and took a seat at a table near the windows, his intention was to read some of his assignment while he ate. As he settled down, taking his first bite, his eyes scanned the room and to his left, the next table over, on the opposite end James had just sat down. He watched him, the way James was scanning the room too.

    Kenneth studied the lean figure, the way he sat, leaned forward resting on one elbow, bringing his fork up slowly, bite after bite. And with each bite his head seemed to move around a few degrees, eyes scanning the room not focusing on any one person for long. Kenneth found his own pace of eating aligning with the guy, slowly, bite after bite, as he watched him trying to get a read on him.

    As the guy turned his head around till Kenneth could see his eyes, making out their blue color, he wondered whether, or not, the guy was looking for a female, or a male to focus his eyes. Watching intently Kenneth suddenly became aware the eyes were focused on him and the guy was smiling mischievously.  ‘Busted’ Kenneth thought as he looked away quickly.

    How long he looked away he didn’t know but curiosity overwhelmed his embarrassment and he glanced back over to the guy who was looking down focused on his plate. Kenneth watched him till he saw the cut of eyes his way and he anxiously looked away wondering if he should have held eye contact. The next time he looked over the guy was walking toward the tray drop off.

    Of all the guys he had seen on campus the guy in the cafeteria was the most intriguing, the one who had seemed to be sending out those familiar signals, some unspoken message of being the same. For several days, now aware of him, Kenneth saw the guy a few times a day, in the class just before his nine o’clock class, coming out when he was preparing to go in. His Biology class at eleven o’clock in one of the largest lecture halls in the science building where across the room he saw him sitting a few rows down.  And in the cafeteria always sitting alone away from everyone else.

    After a few days Kenneth couldn’t stand it and in the cafeteria, tray in hand, he made his way to the guy’s table, coming right up in front of him.

    “You mind if I sit here?”

    “Huh…oh, no” the guy replied.

    “You’re in my biology class in Sutton Hall” Kenneth stated as he sat.

    “Yeah” the guy replied, smiling, “and you’re coming into room 124 over in Landon when I’m coming out.”

    There was a knowing smile shared between them, then Kenneth nodded toward the open paperback lying next to the guy’s tray.

    “What are you reading?”

    “Oh…it’s…” the guy hesitated to reply then seemed resigned to admitting to its title, “____________.”

    Kenneth recognized the title, knew of the book from his own searches of literature that spoke to him, gave him a character in whom he could identify.

    “I’ve not read that book, but have you read ______________?”

    The guy’s eyebrows rose in surprise then he laughed out loud. “Yeah, I’ve read that one.  I’m James.”

    “Kenneth.”

    The recollection of events afterward vivid, emotional, the way they ended up at James dorm room, clothes scattered across the floor, the two of them in bed. How they ended up there, the exact course of events from the cafeteria to that dorm room had faded from memory till it was only the emotional qualities that remained, the sense of it. But the memory of what they did in bed was still as detailed in his memory as the day it occurred. On his knees between James’ legs and how he raised them to his shoulders as he moved down over James till he could kiss him. How he held his cock down, pushing the head against James’ tightness. How he used the weight of his body to push through the tight ring of James’ opening and sink all the way inward till his abdomen pressed tightly against James.

    Hands moved over the other. Their legs were intertwined. Bodies pressed together, as Kenneth moved over and in James. He kept his eyes closed so the only sensation was touch. The feel of James against his skin, warm to the touch. The feel of hands moving over his back, along his sides, at times clinging to him and there was the feel of his cock as it piston through the tightness of James’ opening. He felt every inch as he pushed inward and pulled out, the way James’ opening milked his shaft. It fueled his desires till there was an urgency to his fuck, hips moving faster and faster. He pushed inward harder and harder feeling the smack of his abdomen against James’ ass. He heard the moans, the pleading for him to fuck harder. The begging urged him on, drove him to fuck harder, rougher, the bed squeaking as it fought against their motions.

    James cried out and bit his neck and the pain circuited straight to his cock and his release surged through him, his cock harder, thicker, so sensitive he could barely stand to thrust it inward. He came, hard, eruption after eruption deep within James till he was fucking dry, spent, exhaustion seeping into his muscles bringing him to a slow stop, heaving for breath.

    James rolled him over on his back and he willingly gave himself over to the manipulations, the lifting of his legs, the push at his opening then the penetration. James was thick, the thickest he had ever seen, and it hurt at first, the way James’ cock spread him open, stretched his hole open more than ever before. He pushed with his hips trying to take more.

    James twisted his torso around, legs pushed together, and he felt how that cock pushed in at an angle, bore into his depths till he saw stars. Every thrust inward hit something within him, and he took his own cock, suddenly erect once again, and stroked in rhythm with James fuck.

    “Jesus…fuck me, fuck me” Kenneth cried out, his voice trailing off into a moan.

    James didn’t last long and as he held Kenneth down, hands over his head, James slammed hips against Kenneth’s ass till he was shaking with release.

    They lay in bed, fingers grazing over sweat slick skin and their bodies intertwined. Kenneth let his eyes scan the naked body that lay against him, the long legs, the lean torso, the line of jaw, high cheeks and strong angular nose and the blue eyes that watched him. They sniggered and laughed out loud. For Kenneth, sex with James wasn’t like with any of the others. Gavin had been his first, the person who showed him the pleasure he had so often fantasized about, but it didn’t have the emotional weight he craved. But he had learned from it, savored that time with Gavin, knowing he wasn’t the only one, never would have been. Then there were the others, mostly just two guys helping each other with getting off. Just sex as one referred to it when he had pulled on his clothes heading for the door, avoiding Kenneth’s gaze, and avoiding the question of a phone number, of seeing each other again.

    Looking at James he wondered how things would unfold, for already it had felt different, some aspect of emotion tied in with their physical sex.

    Over the remainder of the year Kenneth and James progressed further. They began to date regularly, both no longer seeing others. But there was the problem of their goals in life after graduation, and in the end, both knowing it would be the conclusion, they said goodbye to each other and went their separate ways. They stayed in contact sending letters and cards for years, but after a couple years they grew more and more infrequently, till now it was only a Christmas card with a summary of yet another year passing.

    Kenneth knew James had been the one who allowed him to accept himself the most, the one who showed him what life could be like setting him on a path that led him to where he found himself now, happily married for thirty-two years content in life he wished for everyone.

    “Kenneth, you want to go back inside” asked Ted as he stood holding out his left hand, the gold band on the ring finger shiny in the light of day.

    “Okay” Kenneth replied taking Ted’s hand letting him help him up.

    “I’m going to step out and call Carol about the opening next weekend.”

    “She got you the space you need?”

    “I think so; that is why I want to call her while she is still in the gallery.”

    Kenneth watched Ted go out the front entry, phone held to his ear. He was proud of how Ted’s work was finally getting the notice he thought it deserved. The opening next weekend would be his biggest. Passing through the main room he moved to the corridor that led to the offices. He had a few things to check on then he would rejoin the celebration. One of many in his long life.


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  • His first time, not mine

    I had not tried to seduce a straight guy before, but I was hot for this one. I lured him over to my place and told him I was going to take a quick shower. I left him in the living room where I had a lot of gay porn within sight. I wondered if he’d take the bait. It wasn’t long before I heard the bathroom door open and he walked in without saying a word.

    When he took off his pants and entered the shower, I wasn’t sure if he was cut or uncut. His foreskin was stretched back, if he had any. He was already so erect that his impressive cock stood straight up grazing against his flat stomach. He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around, pushing me forward until I had to catch myself against the wall of the shower. The hot water was now spraying directly into my face, and that only added to the surreal experience. He stepped forward to stand between my legs and used his knees to spread them wider. He then soaped my ass down and probably his cock too, but I couldn’t see. He was surprisingly nervous, yet determined, when it came to losing his gay virginity. That part was unexpected, but welcome. I spoke softly as he gradually guided his amazingly hard cock inside me. I gasped each time it hurt, but I explained that the pain would subside after a few slow deep thrusts.  He complied and then he went to town on me the moment I was ready.

    Anal sex is always the same for me. As I relax, it’s as if a switch gets thrown from pain to pleasure. Suddenly, I was in heaven and I regretted waiting so long to get this man to fuck me. I thoroughly enjoyed breaking his self-imposed taboo. I heard him gasp repeatedly as his cock massaged against my prostate like it had magic hands. I was about to cum from that stimulation alone, except that he came first. Damn virgins always leaving us sissies hanging (lol). Still, the minute or so that he lasted inside of me was unforgettable.

    I felt deliciously wicked and effeminate. I always feel like I am completely female for those moments, forgetting that I even have a cock. I treasured being so intimate with this stallion of a man who could make me feel like such a sexy bitch. I loved feeling his lust explode deep inside, where no one was supposed to be. Fucking that man, despite his premature departure, was the best gay sex I ever had. I could actually feel his cock pulsating as he came. While I didn’t feel his actual spurts inside of me, I relished the slutty feeling of his cum slipping out from around his softening cock and dripping down my legs.

    When he was finished, he only said one thing to me as he grabbed his clothes to dress in the bedroom and leave. He said, “You’re a natural. Fuck, I don’t care how gay that was. It was worth it.” I said nothing back, but I was so turned on that I masturbated in the shower fantasizing that he was still pounding away inside of me. My prostate was still feeling the rush of him fucking me and I couldn’t believe how much cum sprayed the shower wall when I got myself off. The internal orgasmic feelings in my prostate added a dimension to cumming I hadn’t known before.

    So now you know. I have this kinky side to me that is never far from my thoughts. When our eyes meet, it’s no secret. I want you to fuck me, and I don’t care who sees us. I like to feel effeminate and desired by a man like you. I love your cock. I know when it’s getting hard for me. I can’t wait to feel your manhood sliding in and out of me, making me complete. My knees go weak and butterflies start moving in my stomach just thinking about your rock hard penis stretching my anal pussy in search of relief. It’s time for you to give everything to me. Take all your pent up fear, anger, frustrations and sperm, and let it go inside of me. I never grow tired of that feeling. I was born to bottom and nothing gets me off better than fulfilling your greatest fantasies.

  • I Won’t Die A Virgin in the Trenches

    The motors howled overhead every twenty minutes. We all ducked for cover but kept our eyes to the sky, hoping to see a flag on the airplane above which came from one of our allies. Or better yet, one of our own boys flying up there. It wasn’t always one of ours. Sometimes that plane flying above had a Japanese or Swastika flag marking its wings. And if so, all you could do is pray to whatever god you believed in, hoping it was out of bombs or that its load wouldn’t drop on your head. And if you don’t have a god you pray to; well, you probably didn’t last long out there.

    That was the first time in my life when I didn’t want a load dropped on my head. You see, no law was passed yet for “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell”. They really didn’t give a shit for asking about your sexual preference when you signed up to be dropped in the middle of hell on earth. They were taking everyone they could and drafting those they couldn’t. A quarter of the boys here didn’t sign up for this. But they stood next to you and would give their life to defend yours if they had to.

    But for me it was personal. I come from a family of those who the Nazis were sending to the camps. Camps, by the way, we later learned weren’t so “camp-like”. And that’s why I was the first in line at the local recruitment center. I was put into expedited training and dropped in the thick of it roughly about a year before this.

    I was just 18 years old when I signed my name on that dotted line, knowing full well my life could very likely end in the dedication to my flag. But that was a year before this and it’s hard to distinguish one day to the next out there.

    It was early June, 1940-something. Our company was sent to France to retake the coastline from the invading German forces. Our boss’s boss knew if Germany took the coast, they would have yet another stronghold to take off and land their planes in hopes they would slowly take over Great Britain. So, it was our job to be put smack dab in the middle of it and kill as many enemies of the state that we could from the ground.

    We landed there a few days before this and ever since, some of us have been digging trenches in the sand and dirt. Others have been pointing their guns at the horizon, closely looking for any black barrels which would come poking out over the mounds further up the coast. The best feeling in the world came over all of us with every inch we advanced.

    Eventually we took the coastline. Most of us started collecting out fallen and carried them back to awaiting ships. Some of us had some mercy and covered the fallen Germans in sand. Others made their way inland, knowing we won the battle but still had a war on our hands. But for me, I was scared shitless. We all were but I was trembling in my boots. My sand-covered, blood-soaked boots.

    On the night before we set out to take back the coast, I remember spending the night in a temporary shelter they had put up for us near the coast of Britain. It was a large tent with bunk beds lining the inside. And inside, it slept roughly a couple dozen men.

    We all knew most of us wouldn’t make it back so we didn’t bother playing any card games that night. What was the point in enjoying our lives when we had so little of it left? When we first started fighting in this war, we tried introducing ourselves to everyone we met while at these strongholds. But eventually, you learn enough names and see the same names fall to a bullet, a mine, or an airdrop that you just stop learning other people’s names. Or just stop wanting to.

    We didn’t take a shower that night knowing how dirty we would get the next day. To some, including me, it didn’t matter if I died smelling like shit. I was dead so what would I care?

    But we didn’t get that much sleep that night. Through the plastic, tarp-like windows of the tent we were staying in, the outside lights shined through. It was enough to keep us all awake. I remember seeing off in the corner of the tent one man, younger than I was, writing a letter as he sobbed and soaked the page. He put his letter underneath his pillow hoping that if he didn’t make it back, someone would send the letter back home.

    But writing letters was pointless. We all knew that. We all wrote them at one point out there but what could you say to your family which wouldn’t hurt them more than they were already hurting? So, we stopped writing home.

    That night, you could look around the room and see every man in the tent, one by one, taking a hand to their cock and beating off as if it were the last time they would ever do so. It was very odd from time to time. I mean, you could hear everyone in the tent as they jacked off. It wasn’t like these bunkbeds were built so well that they were creak-free. But every so often, I would say about one in every four to five men, would softly call out the name of their wife, their fiancé, girlfriend, and for a few, they’d call out the name of their favorite actress. It was just odd knowing the names of their wives or girlfriends but not even knowing their names. After that night, I knew more about their families back home than I did about them.

    We didn’t have a system that night and it wasn’t like we took turns. But each of us had our turn at blowing our loads into our sheets. When it was my turn, I decided to follow in the other men’s footsteps and as I was about to shoot my load, I whispered out the name of my secret crush back home. His name was Eric by the way and he was a well-built man with a chiseled face. He had gone off to the war effort around the same time I did but I had no idea if he was even still alive. Unless they were family members, we didn’t hear of anyone’s fate until we got back home years later and started asking around.

    No one seemed to mind and no one asked any questions that night as to why I called out the name of a man, not a woman. I guess either everyone had their minds so wrapped up in their own fear that they didn’t even hear it that night or they put themselves in my shoes and understood. They understood that we might be marching into our own graves the next day so what was the harm in jacking off, thinking about another man? Wouldn’t you want to think about who you really wanted to fuck before storming a beach with machine guns aimed at you?

    But that was a few days before this and everyone here had their assignments. Advance further, leave no fallen soldier behind, or clean up the beach from the fallen Nazis. I was luckily assigned to clean up the beach rather than advancing further. We could still hear the gunfire from the distance and like I said, every twenty minutes or so we would hear a plane above.

    I made my way to the far end of the beach and it was my job to cover the fallen enemies in sand. If the boy on the ground was one of ours or one of our allies, I summoned another of our boys to help me carry him back to the awaiting ships to take him back home to his family.

    Eventually the beach started to clear up. All of our boys were sailed off in the distance and I was one of the last still on the beach.

    Near the end of the long stretch of ocean-front, the sand took a turn to the right. In fact, if you stood around the corner no one on the beach could see you because of the ten or so foot high mound of sand which was built up at the end of the long coast-line. I was sent around the corner to check for any last of the fallen while the others in my company headed back up the beach to the boats which were about a mile away. If I found anyone of ours, I was to holler for another to come back and help. If I found one of theirs, I had my shovel to cover him with sand. And if there was no one, I was to run to catch up with the others.

    One of the boys in my company asked our commanding officer if he could stay back with me as well, just in case we found one of our boys. His rational was sound. One of our boys shouldn’t have to spend a second longer, face down in the sand than he has to. My CO applauded his wish and told us to hurry for we were being sent back to Britain to regroup and get more supplies for those who advanced further inland.

    The others in my company started marching up the coast as this other volunteer and I went around the sand-mound and the corner. That’s when we spotted a man with his red arm-band, which we knew only meant he was a soldier of Hitler, lying face down in the sand. My guess was he tried to sneak up on us from the side and one of our boys was too smart to be fooled.

    As I approached the body of the man and pushed my shovel into the sand so I could start covering him, my fellow soldier started to speak freely. He was around my same age, skinny from having not eaten much since the war began, and had thick, brown hair.

    “I heard you the other night. You know, in the tent.”

    “Listen, we were all very scared that night and said stuff we didn’t mean to say” I replied.

    “But I don’t think you lied. You see, people tend not to lie when they’re scared. That’s when most of us tell the truth.”

    “So what if I did tell the truth? Go ahead and tell our CO, he’s not going to waste time and resources sending me back home when we can use all the help we can get out here.”

    “I don’t think you understand. My name’s not Eric but I’m just like you.”

    “So what is your name then?”

    “Troye. And you?”

    “Alex. Nice to meet you.” I replied as I shook the boy’s hand.

    “Listen, I have a proposal for you but if you accept, we have to move fast.”

    “Alright, go ahead.”

    “I’m 19 and my name was drawn from their stupid lottery system back home. I’m not supposed to be here right now. But seeing that I am and seeing that any day we can be sent into the middle of gunfire…”

    “Just spit it out Troye.”

    “I don’t want to die a virgin. I want to know what it’s like to have my dick inside a man at least once.”

    “So, what exactly are you proposing?”

    “We’re alone right now and if we act fast, we can both die happy.”

    “Alright, I don’t want to die a virgin either” I replied to Troye as I made my way closer to him and started reaching my hand down below his belt.

    Little did I know, he was already rock-solid and ready to go. So, I unzipped his fly with my other hand as we began to kiss each other. I poked his cock out through the hole and felt no need to bend down to give him a blow. We both knew what we really wanted and we didn’t have time to exchange the pleasantries of tasting each other before we stuck each other’s dicks in our asses. After all, he was already standing at a full salute. Giving his whistle a blow would have been a giant waste of time.

    I quickly unlocked my belt buckle and dropped my pants to the ground. Then, I turned around and leaned up against the sand mound to the side from where we stood, allowing my ass to be open for business. Troye quickly spat on his hand a few times before rubbing his cock and lubricating it for its maiden voyage.

    He got up close behind me and I could feel the wind blowing past my hardened cock and sack, right there on the beachside. I felt his head as it knocked on my back door and slowly made its way inside. It hurt like hell but I knew if I didn’t suffer through, I wouldn’t be able to return the favor.

    As soon as he was fully inside, he began thrusting back and forth as fast as he could. We knew we didn’t have much time before our CO would begin thinking we deserted our company and would send someone to go looking for us. So, he pumped faster and faster with every thrust.

    After about five minutes, I knew it was taking him too long. I know in normal situations, a boy our age should last much longer. We’d normally have time to rub each other down with oils, put on some romantic music, light a few candles, and slowly make love to each other, enjoying every second we had out dicks deep inside each other. But, in our situation there on the beach, Troye didn’t have time to enjoy it. He just needed to fuck me, cum in my ass and switch places.

    “We’re running out of time.” I told him as I felt him slide in and out of my ass once more.

    “I’m trying. I’m almost there.” He replied.

    But I knew if I just let him go, we wouldn’t have time to switch places. He would no longer be a virgin but I would. And I wasn’t about to let that happen. I quickly pulled forward as I felt his shaft be expunged from my ass.

    “What the fuck dude!” he yelled at me.

    “You felt what it was like in my ass. You had your chance to cum and couldn’t. So, now I have to finish the job.” I replied as a knelt down in front of him and put his cock in my mouth. It still tasted like my ass but I didn’t have time to care, let alone complain.

    I put his mushroom head inside my mouth and grabbed the rest of his shaft with my right hand. I started to suck on his tip as I stroked his shaft with my hand as fast as I could. A minute or so later, he started shooting his load into my mouth and I quickly swallowed every drop before standing up to switch places with him.

    He quickly unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants to his ankles. Troye bent over onto the same spot of the sand mound I was leaning on moments ago. I spat onto my hand and massaged my shaft for one or two strokes. You know, just enough to slather it in my juices.

    I knew we didn’t have much time left. More than likely, our CO already sent out one of the other boys in our company to come searching for us. So, I didn’t waste time going into Troye’s ass slowly. I just rocketed it into him in one smooth thrust forward of the hips.

    “Oww! Fuck dude, take it easy back there.” He called out to me.

    “Maybe if you fucked me harder we would have time to take it easy.” I replied as I began fucking his brains out. His ass was so tight and warm, it didn’t take me nearly as long as it took him inside of me. Before you knew it, I was about to explode inside of him.

    But in that moment, I looked over and saw the dead German lying there, face down in the sand. I knew to animals like him, boys like Troye and I who fucked other men, weren’t considered human. So, I pulled my gun out of Troye’s ass and made my way a few feet over to his lifeless body. I started stroking myself until, seconds later, I started shooting my cum bullets all over the German’s uniform and the back of his head.

    Troye quickly pulled up his pants and tucked his package back out of view. And after a few seconds of standing there, holding my now-lowering cock in my hand, staring at the dead soldier now covered in my cum, I did the same.

    “Holy shit dude. Why didn’t you shoot it in me? Troye asked me.

    “I already know I’m not going to heaven for what I’m thinking about all the time and especially not after what I just did with you. So, what was the harm in one more thing to answer to at those gates?”

    “Well, grab your shovel. We have to cover him and get back.”

    “What do you mean? I already covered him. Some of us deserve a flag on our grave. Others deserve little white droplets and spit as our headstone.”

    “Fair enough” he replied as he and I started making our way around the corner and back down the beach towards our boat. Later that night when we got back to our compound on the other side of the English Channel, him and I didn’t speak to each other over dinner but he sat right next to me. We were two of the only men who decided to take a shower that night before going back to our bunkbeds. The tent we stayed in was now half-empty. Some of the men didn’t make it back. Others were part of the forces who went further inland.

    We were the last to get in the showers that night and everyone else left the shower room before we did. We stood side by side, using the same shower head. After I knew we were alone, I started to look down at him and noticed he was getting hard again for me. And his eyes were peeled down at my package as well.

    I quickly looked back up at his beautiful face and he looked right into my eyes with a smile. Before I could enjoy that moment, he dropped to his knees and put my cock in his mouth. This time, we could enjoy each other a little more and though he thrusted his head on and off my dick quite fast, he took his sweet time tasting me in that shower.

    Before too long, I started firing my load onto the back of Troye’s throat. He kept going for a little while, ensuring my entire load was emptied into his mouth. That was before he stood up and whispered into my ear, “What do you say we give this another try?”

    “What do you mean?”

    “I never had a chance to finish inside of you.”

    I just smiled at him before raising my hands above my head and spread them out on the shower wall in front of us. My ass was his landing strip once again. He took some soap and lathered up his stiff cock before plunging it deep into my ass with one smooth shove. I guess he wanted to get his revenge on me. ‘Fair enough’ I thought to myself even though it hurt like hell.

    This time, he took his sweet time fucking my brains out. After a minute or so it felt like the best feeling I have ever felt before. Having his dick up my ass felt better than when I shot my own loads. And after about ten minutes, he started pulling on my hair on the back of my head. That was right before he started shooting his gun off inside my ass. And it felt fucking unbelievable to have his warm load, plunged deep inside of me.

    As his dick slid out of me, I turned around and looked down just in time to see little droplets of cum dripping down from the slit at the tip of his softening cock. We quickly hopped out of the shower and went back to our beds in the large tent.

    The next morning, we again sat together at breakfast. This time, he started asking me more about myself. So, I told him. I normally didn’t try to make friends anymore, too afraid they would fall like the rest of the friends I made there, but after fucking each other, I felt knowing who this boy was a little better, wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

    “Where are you from?” he asked me. After I told him which city I was born and raised in, he just started laughing.

    “What’s so funny?” I asked him.

    “You still don’t get it do you?”

    “Get what?”

    “I’m from the same town.”

    “No way. Prove it.”

    “Okay.” He replied as he took his dog tags off from around his neck and handed them to me.

    “Eric Daniels, 242 South Second Street…” I read from his tag as I sat there in utter confusion.

    “You don’t recognize me with my uniform on, do you?”

    “I though you said your name was Troye.”

    “Well, after I heard you jacking off that night to some guy named Eric, I had to know which Eric you were thinking about. Because if you were thinking about the Eric from back in your hometown, that’s me.”

    “But I told you it was the Eric from back home. How come I didn’t realize it was you?”

    “I don’t know but I enjoyed you not knowing it was me.”

    “So wait, I lost my virginity to the man I always wanted to lose my virginity to?”

    “So did I.” he replied.

    Him and I were lucky enough to stay on that base for a few more years, just loading ammunition onto planes. Luckily, we never had to go back across the channel to fight. We had our occasional fun times in the showers together and eventually made it back home where we moved in together right after the war was over.

    But that was several years ago now. And that’s the story of how your grandfather and I began our relationship. Right there on the beaches of France.  

  • Singapore trip with arjun Boss

    Hello everyone, My name is yashmita If you want to contact me you can contact me on planet romeo or kik. My planet romeo id is “gandmarvaneayahu” and kik id is “yashmita69” so message me there.

    This is a continue part of my series. So I suggest you to read my previous story so you can understand more. So in last part we had sex at room and then we decided to go out for the dinner. So let’s continue the story.

    So Arjun(Boss) told me that let’s go out in this so i checked every thing is alright. Then i put some more makeup. Then we went for the dinner. We locked the room and going for the dinner. I wa.s still uncomfortable.

    Boss: Why are you still uncomfortable?
    Me: This is my first time outside as a girl.
    Boss: Assume you are my wife and we are on honeymoon.
    Me: ok.

    Then we were at the restaurant which was on the ground floor of that hotel. Then one waiter came with menu card.

    Waiter: Ma’am what you want to have in dinner?
    Me: Arjun order something.

    That was amazing moment when He called me ma’am. Then Arjun ordered something we were waiting for dinner at that time hotel manager came  towards us.

    Manager: Sir You want to arrange a honeymoon night?
    Arjun(Boss): Why?
    Manager: Sir, It’s free complementary service from our hotel for the beautiful couples like you?
    Arjun: Sure.
    Manager: Sir we need some time and your room keys.
    Arjun: How much time?
    Manager: Rest here we will inform you.

    Arjun gave him our room key. Then dinner came and we had dinner. Then arjun  couldn’t wait for the sex. So he asked manager that how much more time we have to wait so Manager told him that it will take half and hour more. Arjun can’t wait for that. So he came near me.

    Me: What happened how much time?
    Arjun: They told me that half and hour more, I can’t wait for it.
    Me: What can i do?

    arjun pointed towards the toilet.

    Me: No,not here baby.
    Arjun: Please. . .  . .
    Me: Ok

    I went in the bathroom. Arjun followed me there. The when i entered in the toilet. He just grabbed my waist from behind and started to kiss me from behind and started to push my ass. Then he sat on the toilet pot and told me to suck his dick. Now It was normal thing for me so i started to suck his dick. Then someone came inside. So i stopped sucking his dick.

    Arjun: Don’t be scared do what you were doing.
    Me: Ok, um . . . . . . .

    Then he told me to slide my dress up and panty down. So i did that. Then He spited on m y asshole and rubbed around the hole. Then he told me to sit on his lap with dick in my ass. I did that. I sat on his lap then he told me to fuck my self. So i started to move up and down. After 4-5 min I was tired. So i told him to fuck me. So He told me to put my legs on the pot and then he started to fuck so much faster.

    Me: ahh. . . . . . . . ahhh. . . . . . .
    Arjun: Yeah. . . . . you are so good. yess. . . . . .  .
    Me: Please. . . . . slow ahh. . . . . .
    Arjun: Your Sexy ass. . . .  i can’t stop. Yeah. . . . . .
    Me: Oh fuck. . . . . . . ah. . . . . . .

    Then he told me to lick his dick again. I started to lick his dick. He was moaning so loud. Then he told me to lick his ass. i tried first time ass. that was salty and hairy but i was so horny that i ignored it. Then he told me to bent over and show him my ass. So  i did that then he again started to fuck my ass.

    Arjun: I want to fuck you in every angel.
    Me: ohh. . . . . .
    Arjun: Please don’t forget me after this trip.
    Me: Never baby ahhh. . . . . . .
    Arjun: you are my real wife yesss. . . .
    Me: Ohhh. . . .  Love you Baby fuck mmm.. . . . .

    Then He kissed me so hard. ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm . . . . . . . then he started to fuck me more passionately. After 20 min he was about to cum. So he pushed me on my knees and and gave me his dick in my mouth. So he started to fuck my mouth.

    Me: ummmmmm
    Arjun: yashmita i am gone a cum.
    Me: yess. . . . .
    Arjun: ahhh. . . .  . . . .shit. . . . . fuck. . .. . . love you yashu.. . . . . .
    Me: Love you too. . . . . yumm. . . . .

    Then he jerked in my mouth. I was going to spit his cum. He told me that this is our symbol of love please drink it. I can’t refuse that. So i ate his whole cum and also cleaned his cock with my mouth and drank that. Then he wore his pant and then went outside. I also wore my panty and dress. Then i applied some lipstick on my lips. Then i was going outside of the bathroom. At that time one boy came behind me and touched my ass with his hands. Arjun watched it he was waiting me outside. So he slapped him and told him that  i am his wife that was amazing moment for me. Then we again went outside for the waiting for our room.

    Arjun was still romantic. He kissed me in front of everyone. That was scary but so much pleasurable moment for me. Then Manager came and told  us that room is ready and gave us room key.

    After that what happened i will tell you in next story. So please Stay tune.

    And if you want to contact me. planet romeo id “gandmarvaneayahu” and kik id “yashmita69”.

  • Bird Shooting: The Final Shoot Out

    “I told you.” Barely got back in Serge’s car before Billy came rolling up in the County SUV. Big smile as he opened the door so quickly it almost was torn off it’s hinges. His Honor was now on his own.

    “Well, you ol cocksucker, sure are glad to see yuh here, yessirree. Looking good….”

    I interjected. “Thought I’d take him back to the house and get him a change out so he doesn’t look so brand new. Keep his things, when he comes back, they’ll be ready for him.”

    “Son, that’s one good idea. No offense Your Honor….”

    “Billy, call me Serge….”

    I could watch Billy turn that name over in his mind. It wasn’t a name he’d every heard but he was game. “Serge, well sure nuf I will and you can call me….”then remembered he already called him Billy. “Listen, you haul Serge over ta our place get him more comfortable, use my things if you need to, Billy laughed, get him outa them judge shit and make him over…”He winked at his son. “‘n all be over straight away, just got some calls ta make then I’ll lock up and be with ya right quick”. He slapped the judge on his butt in welcome: I was glad he wasn’t wearing dentures.

     

    For what ever reason, showing off would be one, I’d done a U turn back where I picked him up and changed vehicles. So I had the Lincoln-he asked where I got my license and was told I didn’t have one but could drive anything with an engine ‘n wheels. Just like every kid in the county: I wasn’t sure where there was a driver’s license issuing office within….maybe a hundred miles. It was a straight shot from the turnoff to ‘down town’ for our part of the country, a marginal road that I took at around 70. That lincoln rode a whole lot better than anything made by John Deere and went faster as well. If he was nervous, I didn’t notice it. One reason may have been because he’d leaned over, undone my jeans, fished out my cock and was licking it. “Just like every hot to trot pussy going to the senior prom with her boyfriend. Get him warmed up for later. I’ll lean the seat back, give you more room and, before I get lost in driving and feeling like I’m gonna cum, thanks, makes the trip go faster.” I ran my hand through the graying curls on his head. Thick, luscious hair. Shave him and Billy and I’d have a dandy sweater but the colors would be strange. 

    “Get ready for a mouthful of Stud Sperm, special blend, only one other man I know makes it and he’s about to eat it.” I slowed down a bit while the convulstions and spasms of orgams rolled over me then told him to just leave it out, needed airing before we got to town. “Enjoy that?” Serge had one slight drizzle of me leaking out the side of his mouth. I pulled him over, licked it up, smacked my lips….”Nobody makes it like we do.” I gave him a salacious look to which he just grinned. Before you go back, I need to milk those balls, something to remember how you taste cuz there’s only you and only me…”

    “Got something for me to take back?” I looked over and grinned back. “I believe I can work something out, something you can take to court, oh, and when we go to town, I want us to have casts made of our crotch plus individual and pairs of our cocks and balls, two apiece. There’s a use for them beyond the shock value.

    “That, Sir, is a very good idea. How about this. Get something a little softer than brass that we can wear all day….course, get the brass as well. I imagine you’ll give one to Billy….odd but, I bet that’s a gift he’ll be stupidly thrilled to receive.” I laughed as I thought about it. “He’ll probably want his done too, might as well, we’re the three studs.Want him to have a plug too?”

    “Why don’t we just sell them online? Maybe something like call one Crime and the other Punishment,….I get to be crime. “

    “Damn I miss you. Beyond anything else, you have a warped sense of humor, can always think of something to say and…I get lonely.”

    “Maybe I can find you a nice lad to raise for yourself. Can’t be me, I’m beyond the raising stage but while we’re in town, I can scoot around, see what’s on the market….Something you can hire or buy and have them live in.”

    “Sure that’s a good idea?”

    “Well, if it doesn’t work out, I can always come to town and solve the problem….Plus, I think a sale would be best, teach him up front you’re not going to hurt him, all will be well. Won’t take long before you’ll have to look everyplace you sit down to make sure there’s no open mouth.” I reached over and rubbed his lower abdomen. I’d have gone a little further but we were coming into town.” 

     

    We drove for about three minutes then I paused at the only red stop sign-there wasn’t one coming the other direction. “Well, you wanted the big beating heart of down town, here it is. See, three street lights on either side, oh, and this is, you could guess this, Main Street. We came in on County Road, no other name.”

    “By the time you’re finished, they’ll probably name it after you.”

    “Hoist up your pants, time to start making friends. “

     

    Which brought us back to Billy. No one ever had a warmer welcome, It was like two Marines who’d been trapped under fire and escaped. After the initial slap on the butt, he embraced him, thanked him for his son, tears in his eyes….there were tears in Serges eyes but more from compression squeezing him out. I finally got a hand, and stamped on Billy’s boot, which loosened the death grip. I could see Serge’s abdomen explode as it dragged air into his lungs. Billy was winding up to slap him on the back again, which would have knocked him through the front door, but I caught him arm mid swing; Serge was spared having the alveoli in his lungs loosened. 

    “Gosh I’m glad to see ya, been too long an I know Bill’s excited to.” Just how and where I was excited was a subject not to be mentioned. “Uh, Bill said somethin’ about changin’ yer clothes.” Yeah, I see what he means, looks like Sears catalog, the cowboy section. Run him on in, strip him and start from there, might try that plaid shirt of mine. Git him right turned out, show some skin ‘n where som other skin might just be a hidin’.”

    “Want me to haul out a uniform shirt, badge and all?” Billy laughed. Shur, can always use another hand when we’re attacked. Tell you what, when you got to git back to town, I’ll have you a official shirt, badge, stripes an all. Whataya wanna be? Lieutenant? We got a good lookin’ force, all the meat for all the firepower. Yep, Serge, yer gonna fit right in.” He looked at the judge for a moment. “Hey, son?”   “Yo, Dad” “Lets you an me really go all out, find some 501’s with the chaw sign on the back butt, good heavy belt, maybe one with two sets a teeth to latch in down, shirt just a might too small acrosst the chest, got a good small waist….Hey Serge,. what are you doin’ hidin’ all the goodies under that dress? We’ll turn you back to a man, yessirree bob. Make you the third stud in the county.” He reached over and simultaneously hefted my package with one hand and his with the other. “Cain’t let the man who give me my son go around with less meat than we got.” 

    That being his final pronouncement, he headed out the door leaving a confused jurist and a man determined to style him for our part of the county. Some how, I thought he was going to like this, just a bump of intuition which helped me with what I was going to do next.

     

    Billy was still making suggestions as we passed through our main room, looking at it, not being sure it was in the sort of taste he liked but I could explain that. Got him in the bedroom, sat on the bed and told him to peel. Boots on up. For once, Serge seemed almost embarrassed; It’s one thing to take off your clothes it’s another to be told to take them off. Slowly, he pulled off one boot, then another and, mother of pearl, he was wearing banker silk hose with garters. Clearly those were going to be a casualty, might not even make it back to town with him. Jeans came off and, I should have expected this, much rumpled white boxers, another victim of city fashion. I ripped them off him which settled whether they’d ever be worn again. Some sort of Western shirt, the sort with cording on the shoulder and down the placket over a white T shirt. He didn’t say anything and neither did I. He still had a great body, just made for fucking and life’s little pleasures. Good package-which I was about to improve- good demeanor, no one was going to take him for a cowboy  but…I could at least get some clothes on him that would make him fit in make others not sure he wasn’t at least a cowhand. First on, a push up jock. It did wonders for what was already a fine set of cock and balls, as I’d said earlier, between Billy, myself and him, three stallions just pawing to get something to lay. That’s not how he saw it but that’s how it would look. Next up were some Levi 501s button front. Here I held my breath. Since I’d been in the country I’d hung substantial muscle on me so what I’d started wearing no longer fit. I was hoping that an early pair would do what I had in mind and…they did. Just tight enough down the thigh, nipped in where his waist was and, as these only had  six inch rise, another hard rub on his jock got him  pushed out the jeans making the covering on the brass buttons turn slightly out. While I was there and his britches were down, I knew a way to give him a more cowboy-esque walk. Had him bend over, told him what was coming and put a steel butt plug in him. When he stood up, there was a real smile on his face; Good choice. Thick, wide belt, Plain tan shirt, snap front but only partially snapped up and, right on cue, one cowboy. I whistled for Billy who was getting involved with the meat for dinner but he ambled over, turned Serge around..”Yep, almost hayseed. Good looking cus ain’t he, guess under that dress he wears, hard to see he’s got a pretty good body. Here..” and grabbed him…”Let me put some Marine turn up in them cuffs…” Ya think we should tear off the sleeves? Show him off? Any ink?” Billy was wearing a shirt much like the one he was contemplating for Serge that had lost the sleeves but showed his much prized Marine symbols.  I thought we’d done as much for Serge as we could or should do-for now- so I got him a cold one, put him on a chair on the porch, showed him how to put one boot up, scratch his nuts with one hand, just casually, nothing serious, then leave it there,  then went back in to change myself. Mine  was easy as it was just an upscale version of everyday. Push up jock, tight 501’s, slim cut waist white cowboy style shirt with snaps, pretty much un snapped-Dad liked to see the every growing hair on my chest, sleeves rolled up Marine style way beyond my elbows (Dad did that for me) well shined black boots and that was it. I could look down and see my bulge. Fuck, if I’d been walking down the street, it would have turned the corner before I did. Hard not to notice that Billy had a version of what I had on, just no sleeves to air out his ink.We’d finally hit a pause.

     

    Serge was somewhat overwhelmed by the treatment he’d received. It came to me that however well intentioned it was, nobody had ever taken him into their home, stripped him than put clothes on him that they liked. Frankly, if he’d looked in a mirror, he’d have liked it too; I knew him of old and vanity was a sign he embraced. If I’d had a moment, I would have rustled him back inside and recombed his hair to look like the rest of us,  but there was something about the deep black shot with silver here and there that added to what we’d put on him. Sides, we’d gone about as far as we could go. Next day I planned to take him to Cals Barber shop for a real shave, maybe a clippering for a Marine cut and to get in on the local gossip. On a good day, Cal might give a cut or three but the main purpose of the shop was a gathering place for guys to shoot the shit. At least until the bar opened at five. 

    Looking at my watch, a Rolex, which was not normal in these parts but Billy and I each had one claiming to have gotten them as an honor from some wholly fictitious father/son group that admired the way he’d taken me in. The reverse was more accurate, I admired the way we’d taken them in. Some nights when Billy and I weren’t screwing, we were laughing at how we’d slipped things into town, paid for with Ace’s money that nobody had noticed. I had an idea, ran it past Billy who laughed and said “shor, he’s part a the family.” 

    While Serge was sitting there, I plopped down beside him and put his left hand and wrist in my lap. He looked at me and I looked back-Damn I do innocent well-then I produced a box, opened it and, whaddya know, a Patek Phillipe, never cost less than twenty thousand and, in platinum, it went great with his hair. Took off his old watch-who wears Timex?-and got it around his wrist. One more thing, a sort of family specialty, a bracelet, to be worn by the watch, that was made from two hand cuffs, even needed a key to get it on and off. Having done that I carefully leaned over, theoretically to get something, kissed him on his neck and leaned back. Only one thing left, put his hand back in front of his crotch, other than to scratch a thigh or behind his ear, just like all the other folks. They wouldn’t know Timex from the Patek and the handcuff bracelet was a private joke that was actually quite smart willing; wearing it in court could give defendants hiccups.

     We’d had to buy a new gun safe for all the fire power he’d bought-he wasn’t a collector, just loved guns. Periodically he and I plus Jeb, Buzz and Sam would grab a box of ammo, six or eight guns go out in a field and mow the sucker damn near flat with flak and lead and shot from the guns. Nothing made Billy happier than to see me heft a Winchester and pick off a target easily more than 800 yards away; I was the only one who could do it but then, I was the only one trained to be a sniper. I could go a lot farther than that but…sometimes you keep an ace or two up your sleeve for when it’s needed. 

    Once, he and I got in an ATV and found where the first shot I’d fired in his county had occurred. Not even a skull or a bone. Scuffling my boot in the leaves and other crap that had drifted in since that day,  I found what was part of his belt but my instinct said to leave everything where it was; He had been declared dead and for his former son to find remnants of him now could have caused comment. And, as Billy said, “Son, if a belt buckle means anything ta you, well, I got one from when I was in the Corps….”

    “Thanks, Dad but you know my promise, one day I’ll go off and Semper Fi for you, get my own set of whatever then. One thing….” He looked at me, we really never talked about his service as there were things in the Sand Box that needed to stay there, “When I get my bars, I want you to put them on me, the old fashioned Marine way.” He got sober then smiled an unusual smile for him. ‘Son, I’d been hopin’ you might ask me to do that.I guess you know the way it’s done.”

    “Yeup, and I look forward to it. Might even have a set soldered on my skin…..” We both laughed but my willingness to follow him, to make myself in parts of his image were by then the most important thing in his day or night. By now he actively wanted to be fucked, wanted to eat my milk, chew on my-shaved-nuts and I reciprocated. Some nights it sounded like two animals fighting over the last scrap of meat on the bone. 

    One afternoon when he was lost in thought about…the past and his buddies I knew he was headed down a bad path, needed something to pull him out. This wasn’t a moment when a beer would do it or sex, but something intimate to him, meaningful, something that would bind the past to now. Only one idea but…at least it was an idea. “Hey, Dad….quiet today and I was just thinking of something you could do for me that, well, I guess no other son ever asked his father to do.”

    He leaned forward both curious and puzzled. “Son, there’s nothin’ I wouldn’t do fer you, you know should no that. My back was to him and I’d unbuttoned my shirt. “Dad…I, uh, I want ….nah, I can’t ask, too much.” I turned to face him, my well formed pecs standing out, hard point nipples, just the slightest suggestion of hair. “Son, now yer getttin’ me riled up. Goddam it ain’t nothin’ I wouldn’t do cuz yer my world, all I got name it, Son or you’ll get the belt, you’re not too old or too big cuz I’m older and just a bit bigger. Spill it.”

    I ducked my head. “I  want you to take a medal, one you got for valor, you know the one, and blood pin it to me. ” It wasn’t close to whatever he expected and it caused him to sit down, hard, I feared for the chair. 

    “Why Son…..I’m uh, what you say? you want me to blood pin you with my Valor medal?”

    “Yes sir, right here on my chest, right were you got yours. I know I have no right to that one but…pick something else, I just want you to have my blood on your hands for a moment. I want you to know whatever you want to do to me, it’ll be done. Even if right now you wanted to be rid of me, or shoot me or hang me, I’d do it…see, along the way I found out what loving your Dad was really about…” I took off my shirt. He was out of his chair and I was in his arms in less than a second. Said nothing but I could feel his tears on my naked skin. All he knew to do was keep his arms around me, his head against my shoulder and stand there. 

    “Ya don’t need to back up yer love with proof, I got that every day, every night. It’s a grand thing yer offerin’ an I don’t rightly know, you ain’t in the service and I never seen it done else where so ….” 

    “Dad this means something to me, it’s not just copying what you did, it’s not just handing on a tradition, it’s my way of knowing I love you cuz I want you to do something that…is just between two men, it was all I could think of. Didn’t mean to upset you, bring back the past….”

    He had one arm around my shoulder and we were headed indoors, probably for a beer. When Billy drank during the day it had more to do with buying some time for him to think which was fine. Both purposes I’d set out to do I’d done. The past was forgotten and the present was very much alive. I did wonder what he might think of. I had an idea but this wasn’t the moment to slip it into the conversation. Was something Jeb and I had discussed, even mentioned it to Buzz who resisted at first but as he thought on it, saw an application. In not too long, he was all for it, just, for now, it wasn’t to be discussed.

     

    The day was bringing us to barbecue and beer time. I hauled out half an oil drum painted silver, filled with ice and stock full of maybe sixty bottle of beer and, of course, plenty more. Beyond that, and away from the house-carefully check the wind direction, was the open pit with two hogs on spits turning. Other grills had chicken or would have as well as hamburgers, hot dogs, buns, cole slaw all the proper fixing for this sort of party. The men drifted in, mainly on foot but a few in their pick ups, all anxious to meet the Judge who, he was a charmer, gave every impression of being happy to meet them. I’d stationed him near the beer, plus put a long neck in his hand explaining to him whether he drank it or not, it gave the guys the freedom to drink; If he’d not had a beer, they might have held back seeming to honor his unstated wishes. With a half filled bottle-I’d emptied part of it-just for openers, all was well, he was a helluva man, helluva man, glad to know him, glad he was going to stick around for a few days. Invitations to a rodeo (I had to turn my face when I thought of Serge even trying any of the Rodeo activities.) but it was all well meant. Another one was for a calf fry, one of the ranchers was going to have to steer some of their stock so come on out and have fresh oysters cooked right there. He did know what that was and, not really to my surprise, asked if he could volunteer helping nut them; His next statement had me turn to the wall to avoid anyone seeing my face. What he said was, “Sure, once you nut ’em best time to chow down is when they’ve still got sperm and blood in them.” The rancher, whom I knew slightly, felt he’d met an old acquaintance. Hell yes he could come out, another pair of hands always can be useful and for the fries, his were the best, cattle raised on grass not hay. 

    Serge laughed, “Hey everyone’s been so fucking good to me, maybe you ought to get out the branding iron and put your brand on me so I won’t stray.” Peals of laughter, never been a better guest. Buzz, Jeb and I found each other’s eyes and looked at each other. The comment was coincidental but preceded what we had in mind for the team by about twenty four hours. Maybe with judicial approval, it would go down better. I planned on telling Billy tonight but now…I wondered.

    Beer and barbecue parties, I’d learned, tended to wobble off center as the evening went on, the amount of beer consumed increased and the general aura of good feeling was passed around like a banana split. Serge was the hit of the party, now down to just his pants, his shirt pushed, regulation style, in his back pocket. Peripheral vision allowed me to see what was coming up next and this was going to be a tough one to jump. One of the wranglers from a large spread siddled up to Serge and lolled his head back, turned it toward the judge’s ear and said a thing or two. I had a pretty good idea what but couldn’t tip my hand, it was up to him to figure out this invitation and how to avoid it. He did the best thing possible, he laughed, clapped the man on his shoulder, said that sounded good to him, a man cannot fuck enough but…and he made a gesture that seemed to includ the group, I can’t just wander off, I’m the guest of honor and laughed again. The man joined him and this time I did hear what he said.”Well, shor nuff, I plumb forgot that, just don’t forget, when you want the A number one pussy in the county, you have Billy get a hold a me and we’ll have you mounted up and shootin’ cream into the pussy filled milk cans.” They both laughed at that one although I was grateful it stopped there.

    Some of the local ladies, who’d been through these parties before started showing up to claim the carcass of their man while it could still walk, as it were, home. The crowd was thinning out, I stopped refilling the beer container and that, plus gnats not shooed off by the smoke, were gaining hold on flesh, much of which was exposed as shirts came off leaving guys naked or with just a tank top which offered no protection. Sweat was another attracting feature for our friends in the Phyllum Insectae which is why the moment Serge got local and took off his shirt, Billy and I grabbed him, took him in the house and sprayed all of us with Deep Woods bug repellant. Made him pull down his pants, got his legs, his crotch, everywhere the little bastards could slip into. While other men were swatting, itching and saying ugly things about mosquitoes etc, His Honor was sitting there, beer in hand, playing with his nipple. Until I swatted his hand further South; Around here guys played openly with their jean covered cocks and balls even if they popped woodies and went on over the top. But tits? No. Local drill lesson 107.4.

    Now, if you were pissed at someone, it was common to see a guy reach onto the shirt of the man he was annoyed with and give his tits a good, hard twist. Almost guaranteed to get a fight started with that move. Everyone just stood around, took a swig, might be some good natured betting and who’d do what to whom and who’d be first up. The guys all knew when it was about to go too far and that was that. Two groups, one per combatant, stepped in, pulled them apart and, if it was handy, sprayed them with a hose or, better, dunked them in a horse trough. It’s hard to explain how close knit this place was; I’d even had a tough time figuring it out that, and there were no secrets of any kind. In theory. Just because it was in my nature to know things, I did know secrets, most of them incidental but here and there worth storing against the day I needed to know it for whatever reason. I could even stump Billy sometimes with information that he needed to get something done. His standard answer at first was, “Well, mutherfuck, how’d you be knowin’ that?” I wouldn’t tell him but as our relationship, on all sides got tighter there was the more accurate answer, “Someone told me who wanted you to know.” He’d raise his eyebrows and shake his head. Or laugh. “Sure you din’t leave yer life a crime back in the city?” And I just look back, smile, put my arms around him, kiss the side of his neck and say, “Pop, you may have a moment when my past saves your ass and I hope that never comes to pass.” Then  just hold on until he put his hands on my arms. 

    “You’d kill for me, wound’t you.”

    “Anyway I had to do it…Ya know, Dad, I don’t really like killing with guns, no fun. Also, I like to see ’em squeal and squirm knowing  what’s going to happen or think they know what’s going to happen. Like, you ever nail a speeder, sooo far over the limit your both laughing about it when you get to his window and he’s already got papers and license in hand?”

    “Yeah, usually just the guys around here, they know’d they’d get nailed now and again so they just shoot on down. No big deal.” 

    “Ever give them a citation?”

    “Shor, fuckers earned one.”

    “Always?”

    There was a flicker of a smile that he tried to shove back in his mouth but with no luck. “Well, not always. No.”

    I sat down, leaned the chair back until it hit something, put my boots on the spreader bar and waited. Wasn’t going to ask me, because I knew he was busting to tell. He couldn’t have hidden his smile on Mars. “Get me a cold one, son.” The click of my chair legs was followed by the sound of my boots on a rag rug then hitting linoleum, fridge open, cap pulled off, back to him, but then held it just beyond his reach. His smile had become a smirk. “You know Cal jr, barber Cal’s son? He was comin’ down county road so lickered up, man he was in danger but, natcherly, I had a pull him over. Opened the door and he fell out, all he did was burp and grin, said, “Hey there Billy’s hows they hangin?’ then passed out.

    Sounded like him, we didn’t have a town drunk but, if we needed a volunteer for the position it was already filled. “What’d you do?”

    “Well, I cain’t jus leave him on the road now can I…”

    “Nope.”

    “An I cain’t take the chance a him comin’ too and gettin’ back in so first, I took the distributor caps, then his britches, boots and underwear. Tied his cock to the steering wheel and went on. Someone found him, called Cal an that was that.” 

    “Dad, you’re all heart.”

    “Yeah, not everyone things so, I’m still the Sheriff. Course, now an again, if I collar em, I just tear up the ticket cuz I know they cannot afford it, got young un’s at home and just told him to slow ‘er down and have his wife make me a sticky bun or two.” That’s about what happened cept she made a whole tray full and everyone came by the office got one til I ran out and you know, son…I forgot to eat one myself.”

    I patted his shrinking stomach, needed him to be slim like his son. “Bill, forgot ta ask you somethin’. Back there a while, you called me Pop…”

    Stupid fool made me swallow hard, I didn’t want to answer the question but…”Give me a minute, okay? get me a long neck.”

    “Jon, the man I shot, my father, used to like to be called that. Said it made him more like a father and less like a man who taught his son to be a first class criminal.” I paused and remembered some happy times with him. “That’s it, just slipped out….guess now you’ll want to be ‘Pop’….”

    “Son, never take another mans place, never. You can call me what you’d a like but….Dad or Billy, jist feels about right. You?”

    I got down on my knees, popped open his pants, fished out his expanding cock, looked at him said, “now this is what I call Dad” and blew him. His hand was on my head rubbing what little hair Cal left-he often got confused as to what cut you wanted so it was sort of Dealer’s Choice when you got in the chair. Every man in town had some version of the same haircut but, from time to time, and especially if you let it grow out a bit, he’d change it from flat top to full peel to crew to horseshoe….if it was short he knew how to cut it. 

    We were being quiet as Serge was on the couch in the living room which I’d purchased as a real comfortable hide a bed. Possibly he could have bunked in with us but…to do that was to encourage just a little too much invitation to whatever which usually meant both of them screwing my ass; Although they didn’t know it, when that happened, two fathers just fucked the same son. At leasst it amused me but in general, Serge stayed in his stall and I kept Billy and me in ours; Best to seperate all the stallions before they kicked the shit out of each other. The john was got to from the main room so he had no reason to bother us or we to bother him as there was a side door from our bedroom to the can. 

     

    I was propped up in bed, not wearing much save my shirt which, for some reason, I hadn’t taken off. Billy was scrunched over his books which always maddened him and, sometimes, I’d lean over, change a decimal point or re-add a column, then it worked out. Tap at the door, Billy, who knew who it was, looked happy then called for the ‘judge’ to come in, we was just about to have a cum contest, he could judge who shot further then laughed. Serge laughed too but looked at me. “Mind if I borrow Bill? Tomorrow and the deal at the ranch…I need to know the drill.” 

    Billy just made a sweeping motion with his arm indicating I should shove off and go explain the local dynamics of a branding, castrating and calf fry. Okay, I could do that. 

    We went further than the living room, he wanted to sit outside and, as we passed the front door, I grabbed a hoodie and some spare jeans I kept there for moments when I needed to run outside for a moment. 

    He held up his phone. “See that area code?” I did. “Recognize it?” Yep. “Motherfuckers, they traced the car and…they’re coming for you, wouldn’t break their balls if they got me, too.” I flopped my head back, exhaled and wondered aloud if he had any idea of how many, what would they be in and when could we expect this unwelcome ‘company’. These were the men I fucked over when I shot Jon, these were the men who wanted to take a shot a me or, better, just take me and then…better not think about that. “You too?”

    “Pending cases, I’m gone they get transferred to another judge maybe, if their attorney can work it, another jurisdiction.” Which translated into they’d found another jurist who’d give them what they wanted. Fuck. I rapidly drummed my fingers on the back of his chair. 

    “Got any ideas? You fucking run this place. Got the Sheriff, the Deputy….who else?” Well, that question didn’t get answered because it was none of his fucking business. I didn’t run the town, I helped a group of friends see that things ran smoothly, that’s all. Putting the butt of my palms over my eyes, I thought and wondered and thought. I did have an answer and I knew it would solve everything but not here, not on Dad’s front porch and not with my toes freezing. “What if they grab you, too?”

    “Then they’d find two collections of bones, muscle, gristle, teeth here and there, no skulls, no hands, no feet….”

    “No cocks and no balls….” I finished the list for him. 

    “Yeah, and I don’t want to think of the order in which they’d whack ’em off. Let one of us watch what was going to be done next to them. Cute. Jesus these are bad motherfuckers.:”

    I kind of knew the group, after all, they caused me to shoot Dad number two, or One for most of the world, and I’d known they were waiting for a chance to even the score. Probem was buried here in the stix, there was no way to me unless they clipped an F-16 and strafed the place which wasn’t going to happen. “Get down on your knees, I want my nuts washed, my cock sucked and every bit of cream I have in me moved to you while I think.”

    “What about Billy?”

    “He’ll have to get in line. Get all those bull balls in there and start the washing, I gotta get a clean handle on how I’m going to do this and I think better when I’m being sucked. Always been that way. I’m betting a father would like to help his kid save his ass as well as his own…and, as you said, only two of us make that kind of milk. Go.”

     

    An hour later I left Serge on the porch laying on it, unable to close his jaw. Time would take care of that and it was time I didn’t need to help him. Back inside, crossed the room, slipped into our bedroom-Billy was asleep, quietly closed and locked the door, looked at him and prayed this would work as there would be only one chance. Into our communal closet, I took out some black parachute cargo pants, black jacket, black boots, took two guns from the gun safe, filled the cargo pockets, thought about a rifle but didn’t want to carry it, remembered something, looked in the drawer where it was all rolled up, took that, and, what the hell, pulled out two more pistols and more ammo. Grabbed a black cap, some of his night vision binoculars-changed to a cargo jacket with eight pockets, continued filling it with more guns and more ammo, dropped a knife, shielded, down the international full contact wrestling jock I’d put on, held on to my boots  and slipped out the window. Thought about peeking around the edge of the house to see if the judge had recovered but who cared. The watch I had on was made for troops under fire and told you quite a lot plus being carefully illuminated so it could only be seen with the binoculars. Knowing it would get squashed, I shoved a rolled up map down one leg and started to one of the few people I knew would help me and still let tomorrow play just as it was already planned. 

     

    I slid in on the floor, reached up and grabbed Buzz covering his mouth and carefully pulling him out of bed. Once he realized who it was, all was well. Jeb was sound asleep which was just as well for, just then, I needed another adult and while I knew I could count on Jeb, his part was yet to be played. We slipped through his apartment, I stopped and made him dress warmly and also in dark cargo clothing-something I’d been carefully seeing that all the team had. Once out his front door, we got walked down the road and “borrowed” Cooley’s truck. Or at least the camper topper on the back. With all the shades blacked out I explained the problem to Buzz who was frightened but knew and trusted me. I handed him two guns and filled two pockets with loads then pulled out the map and explained how this had to go down. His main problem was going to be to steal a car then junk it-we would live in one of the few hamlets that wasn’t even near a junk yard.

    I wished I had copies but, from a pocket, pulled a reader which I rolled over the significant parts and places then handed to him. I estimated how many of the team he’d need and guaranteed he’d have a pretty clear field as most of the men, not the young men, would be at the Colyers for the branding/Castrating and Oyster feed and party for hiz honor for most of the afternoon and into the evening. I needed someone to get down two county lines over and ‘remove’ six bottles of un flavoured Vodka and stow them near where the party would be. We thought and realized that Jeff was one of the men who spend the week bunking in with a family here so he didn’t have to drive forty miles each way everyday. I was sure he knew were the grog shop was and, because I’d taught all of them, he’d know how to get in and out without bothering anyone. All of them had pickups so getting him there was a cinch. 

     

    The wrecked car was something to worry about but, it was night and he’d get a couple of team members to slide out into the country and find a farm that had some sort of vehicle that wasn’t a pick up. It could be hidden until it needed to be wrecked right where I showed Buzz it would need to be. I had some wiggle room on this for my purposes, almost a yard to be precise. He shuddered. He looked at me, no longer the frightened almost man I’d met some while back but a cool, confident man who could run other young men for me. I’d given him the team he needed for on the field and…for off. His only question….”Would this put an end to everything for me?” All I could say was it went one of two ways and, either way, yeah, it put an end to all the crap and worry. 

     

    It was almost comfortable in the pop top. Someone had apparently been using it for other things as Buzz pointed out a used condom plus a bottle of lubricant. Not one of ours, they knew better and how to do it all better. I looked at my watch and was surpised at how early it actually was, not yet midnight. I punched some buttons on the side then rolled toward Buzz.

    “Sorry buddy, but you’re about to get pounded, I’m up to there with energy and my balls are almost dragging to my knees, gotta get calmed and relieved.” He smiled, looked at me, leaned forward, kissed my face. 

    “How do you want to start? Ass up? Down, Sit on you?” All good questions as he stripped. “Maybe I better let you blow me…” I could do that knowing it would introduce simple sex and from there, we could go on up the mountain. Besides, I liked Buzz’s cock, he had a sweet flavour and was a willing, even anxious to be  emptied. I did that, then roughly rolled him and didn’t bother just apologized and stuck him. 

    The very quiet back of my watch expanded and contracted making me aware of the time. We’d been sleeping for a few hours and, as I’d thought, I was much better, calm, determined. He wouldn’t know it but I kissed the back of his neck and at the same time, slipped a small needle into him. One of several that I needed to hand out that night.

     

    Home was an awfully good sight. The judge had, apparently, come to regained his strength enough to get up and go to bed. Fine, I was going in the back through the window. Not surprisingly Billy was fully awake and when he saw me dressed as I was had only one question or maybe it was an axiomatic statment. “It’s real bad, ain’t it son.” It was a stark statement that said everything about us, that night, the future and how much he may have guessed. “They comin’ for you ain’t they, you and Serge.”

    “Yep, they are going to try that, grab us both, and…you don’t want to know what might happen IF that happens.” I counted to ten. “But it won’t.” 

    “Dad, on this one thing you must do precisely what I tell you to do and however much you may hate doing it, well, there’s only one way out. You have the single most important thing to do as you’re the one who will save my life.” I stopped and gave him the Stare that few people saw from me, the Stare that went into your soul, the Stare that said I have you by your balls and I love you but you will do this thing. 

    “Shit, to save your life, son, to save your life? What the fuck is the matter? What’s going on? Why are you crawling around with an armory stowed on you?:”

    I slugged him to shut him up then fell on him to make him know he was my Dad, I loved him but I Had To Call The Shots.

    “Son, that’s one helluva right cross.” But, even with the pain, I could see the sparkle of laughter. I threw myself into his arms just for that moment to be his little boy whom he would protect from the big bad wolf. His warm body, his hands holding me, his gentle whispering in my ear that it didn’t matter a fuck, we were father and son and by shit, he’d do whatever I wanted just so long as it didn’t involve handling snakes. Damn he hated snakes. 

    We moved to his desk, I rolled out the, by now, badly wrinkled map and told him alone the whole thing and what I hoped would happen. 

    “Hey, Fucker, why ain’t you the head of the CIA or somethin’ like that?”

    “I think you have to be thirty five, besides, I promised a man I’d be his Marine. And I keep my promises.” 

    “Yeah, ya do. You may have told a pack a lies but never once been anything but straight with me.” I hated what I had to do next only because it implied a certain lack of trust. 

    “Dad, I need to mark you so lean forward, this will only sting a very little.” he did and I slid a needle into his neck. “Okay, now look at this. Under what looked like a neatly stack pile of clothes I pulled out a very thin screen which I touched and it was immediately glowing the sort of green that’s hard to see with the naked eye. I handed him my binoculars, told him to look again.

    “Mother fuck….what…who…”

    I took his index finger and put it on a glowing dot. “That’s you and, notice it pulses. Don’t need to tell you who all the rest are cuz some of the haven’t been stuck yet. Only last about 36 hours then they dissolve and no longer emit. I’ve been putting all this together against this day wondering if it ever would come and now it has. Dad, these men are coming not just to kill me but take me, torture me then, maybe, kill me cuz I did them out of a kill they wanted.”

    “Yer Dad.” I just shook my head. As he looked at the screen two more points lit up. “Does he know?” Well, he knows they’re coming and I’m working on it. Which reminds me….” I turned off the panel so the room was dark, opened the door and did one quick errand then came back, turned on the panel and another point lit up. 

    “Damn, he don’t even know you did that do he?” I just looked at him, smiled and shook my head. And suddenly I was exhausted. Thanks to Buzz he’d got me through and got me home, all that I could do for now was done. Three more points lit up.

    “Dad, please, just for tonight, may I be your little boy who’s played all day and is so tired….pick me up in your arms, hold me take me to bed, take off my clothes just like you would a little boy. Put me under the covers, kiss me goodnight, tell me the bed bugs won’t bite then crawl in next to me and take me in your arms until I sleep.”

    He smiled as fatherly a smile as I’d ever seen on his face. I felt his strong arms around me then I was weightless as he gently moved me. Laying on the bed, he pulled off my boots, my socks, kissed my toes, undid the many buttons, belts and snaps on my pants then pulled them from me being surprised when they hit the floor with semi-metallic thud. He looked over, figured out what had happend and continued. My cargo jacket, handled more carefully-he now knew what might be in it then pulled the T over my head and dropped it on the pile of clothes. The last thing, he eased off my full contact, no holds barred heavy duty jock to join the pile. Gently he exercised my little boy cock and balls, not realizing they’d already had a long evening, finally straighening me out on the bed, rolled me on my side, put a pillow under my head and another for me to hold. 

    I liked it when he was naked as he had been all through this time. He went round got in, came to me put one arm across my chest, kissed me good night and there was silence.

     

    The coffee smelled good,  Dad made great coffee, indeed his best meal was breakfast. Serge, now used to our usual clothing habits, was sitting at the breakfast table in a ragged jock of mine and a T shirt that must have been the pride of some school until all the lettering wore off. Where did Dad get all this shit? No time to wonder. The three of us sat there all trying to be calm and doing a pretty good job of it. 

    The conversation revolved around the branding and nuttting party that afternoon at Shep Collyers. Dad was casual about it, God knows how many he’d been to, but, for the sake of Serge, he went into some detail that we all knew and thought nothing about. However, if you’d never done this, however easily you thought it might be to watch, even help, the reality was different. We told him not to bother to shower, shave if he wanted, but there was nothing dirtier than being out in a field with a bunch of nervous cattle who sensed this was not all in their best interests. Men were swearing, riding around, trying to round up strays, get them in pens, keep them there. Keep fires going for the branding irons then move them on to be nutted. Billy put his coffee cup down, to hear his version it wasn’t much more than overseeing messy children in a dirty playground but that didn’t even approach reality. Shit was thrown everywhere while the cattle, nervous, frightened, bucked, tried to bull each other-their last chance at that-generally made messes. Most of the ground was saturated with piss when mixed with shit…you knew why everybody was wearing a wet cloth over their nose and mouth. Not only to try and suppress the smell but to avoid having feces get in. Then there were the bugs attracted by all this. 

    Dad painted as grim a picture of a supposed “good time” as he cold but Serge just lit up more as the diatribe about meat production hit lower spots. Well, he’d been warned. 

     

    The Colyer place was about twenty miles from town and Shep, trying to be the genial host in a shit storm, suggested we all show up around one or two. This was serious and tho we were invited guests, we were expected to work. Same happened with every other farm or ranch that did this. Everyone was invited, you worked your ass off then got fed a good meal. Oh, and, usually, there was a place where a water truck had been brought up where you could strip and get a cold shower which felt real good just then. Everyone brought two sets of clothes so when the mess of the day was over, all looked reasonably clean, stood or sat around having a beer or a drink waiting for whatever was on the menu; This time it was Mountain Oysters or to put it bluntly, balls from recently castrated calves. Plus barbecue, potato salad and on down the country food line. 

     

    Generally, the younger boys/men weren’t there as, in several cases, the calves being  branded and cut were 4H projects that had become almost pets and, everybody understood, how’d you  like to watch your best friend have his nuts cut off? Most of the guys, my team, drifted in and out. Buzz stuck near me, Jeb was on his horse riding out to shoo in strays. The first part, the branding was the easiest, at least for those doing the work. Not that it was fun, but compared to the mess that all this was making, it was at least easier. Also, each year some liquored up cowboy would drop his drawers and bet someone they wouldn’t brand him. It was a bet he always lost and maybe he regretted it, maybe not. 

    This year, based on what he’d said about being branded to be part of the community, Shep had a surprise for the Judge. Six laughing men grabbed him, took him toward the fire where the irons were kept, one special on was pulled out and, just as he almost panicked, a book was shoved under his jeans right where the hot iron went on. Everybody got a kick out of that includin Serge. 

    There was a pause between the branding and the nutting largely to give the hands a chance to rearrange the fences that were used to guide the soon to be steers into the cutting area. This is why everyone in the neighborhood showed up; Moving those fences, which were steel, wasn’t easy and took real muscle. Plus they had to be either anchored down or held in place. Back at the front of the area, a chute was fixed between the branding pen, the area for the cutting and the pen  into which, after they’d been done, the calves would be turned loose. 

    The business part of this was where men grabbed the calf and, depending on the method for castration used, put it in position. Even though it had no idea of the unpleasant surprise coming, they’d already been hit with fire on their ass which didn’t sit well with them. About them, there was a brief pause, people had a beer, checked the equipment, counted just to see if all the live stock was there, the work of the day. Serge was getting off on this and, during the pause, was involved in setting up the cutting area-I could see a bulge in his britches that suggested to me he wouldn’t mind catching some man and repeating what he was learning today. Branding and all. 

     

    And then it started. Dust flew up, screaming of cattle, men yelling, snapping ropes, holding fences and pens. The guys doing the deballing in were sitting on what looked like a milking stool but had to be ready to move double quick or get kicked and potentially seriously hurt. The guys who did this did it often and had for years. You could learn to do it, easy as it might seem but once you were in the small enclosure with a knife or a burdizzo or elastrator, it all changed and fast. Things moved by you or came at you, blood spattered everywhere and gloved hands tossed double yoked cow nuts into buckets with iced water. That year there were almost a hundred calves which took most of the afternoon. 

    When it was over, and before anyone bothered to head for the water truck, you just fell on what you hoped was reasonably clean grass, laid on your back and breathed. There was still a cacophany of noise but whatever else, the work, the worst of it, was done. All the newly neutered animals were herded into one large field where they calmed down although their pain ratio made the noise quotient go up. 

    Serge was next to Shep and now realized everything we’d try to tell him was true. Everyone was too tired to do much more than lay there or strip and stand under the water then lay back down clad or not. The cooks were working now, steaks, chops, all the usual and, of course, the Mountain Oysters. 

    No one was shy about helping themselves, this year there were more than enough, probably could have a few left over to send to a specialty meat market in the city.  While the party for the men got under way, most of the team was elsewhere. Billy was easily spotted as he had worn, or put on after working, his Sheriff’s uniform shirt, was his usual happy self, seemed right with it until he stumbled backward, clutched his ankle and limped away saying thank yous and aw shits at the same time. That left Serge at the party not noticing that the people he saw most often..weren’t there.

     

    Several miles away I lay on the top of a slight hill that looked down on the road that led to town. Since cell phones didn’t work this far out, we had a series of guys with walkie talkies lined up to keep everyone posted as to where and what and who was going on. MacDonald one, by the sign, reported a ‘foreign’ car turning off and headed for our area. Moving too slow but in the dusk and our shitty road, that wasn’t too significant save that the tag was from a state far away and, as it passed Station one, two white males were reported, one seemed to be holding a map. 

    Below me I could see the crashed car moved into postion with orange cones set up for about two hundred yards back forcing any traffic to move into a very narrow strip and slow down. At the end of the cones, just before the crash, was a deputy with a flashlight waiting. We all waited. Station three chimed in that the car had passed, slowed down a bit, maybe five minutes. 

     

    I flattened myself on the ground holding my rifle with a laser sighting pointed toward the crashed car. Buzz, as the officer, could see the red  dot which meant all was in place. All we could do was wait and not long. The car pulled up, could see the “accident” waited while the uniformed Buzz came over, big smile holding his Sheriff’s hat….I could hear the conversation as we’d micked him. 

    “Shore sorry fellas, won’t be too much longer, got a tow comin’ now.”

    “Can I pull around this, I got a meeting in town with my cousin Bill, haven’t seen him in a coon’s age.” That was all we needed to hear but there were one or two more bits.
    “You mean ol Bill, Sheriff’s boy, that Bill?” 

    “Yeah that Bill the Sheriff’s kid, we got some papers for him and it’s important we get around. Now.” 

    In my ear piece I heard one word, “Gun!”. 

    The red dot moved to the back window of the car and I squeezed off  two shots. Even at distance I could see the men flop over, dead. Buzz had to jump just to avoid being hit when the car lurched forward, a dead foot must have hit the gas. 

    I lay there hearing Buzz say, “Got ’em right where you said you’d plug ’em right at the base of their necks……”

    I could hear the foot steps then the voice. ” Good shooting son, real good, thanks for taking care of that problem for me there’s just one left. Roll over, I want to shoot you right between the eyes, never did admire a man who shot another man in the back. 

    “Okay, Dad, I guess this is where it all ends. Sorry you have to do this I’d like to suck your milk, our milk once more, leave me dead with the taste in my mouth. The Judge laughed. 

    “Now that would be sporting, hook you up to my hose and just when I come you go….” 

    The third blast of the day rang out and the judge, part way through pulling out his dick fell over, not quite dead. Slowly I stood up, I’d put down the rifle, and picked up a double barrel over under fully choked shot gun. I kicked him so he was flat on his back then shot a hole right through him. 

    I could hear a desperate voice screaming “Son, son…son…” then the arms of a big man flew around me, held me kissed me but he had one thing he wanted. 

    Took out a knife, cut off the judge’s pants, cut off his balls and stuck them in his partially open mouth. “Eat hardy, they say, mens nuts is the best eatin’….”

     

    Then the noise started. ATV’s from everywhere or so it seemed. Buzz and Jeb were climbing the hill, down the road came all the team hoping to see just what they saw. 

     

    Of course so few had known that we had to lay it out. I had trusted my team, whom I’d trained, though they didn’t know it, for something like this. I knew it wasn’t all behind me but when Serge showed up and wanted me to come back I knew then the fix was in. My only hope was to stay home and set the bait, the trap then spring it. All the wonderful men had done what they had to do without knowing they were doing it. I hadn’t even told my Dad until the night before the role he would have to play and he did, just as I told him, save my life.

     

    How, was the question, how did I know? Well, explaining about the judge and my paternity wouldn’t help things but I cast him as a crook who’d set up my father for a mob hit. I found out and shot him myself to spare him what they would have done to him. In the now official version, he did know I was going to shoot him which is why he’d given me that overpowered shotgun and picked the moment. I said we’d set it up, he was to turn, face me so his whole chest was exposed, wink and then….

    The judge did not plan on Billy, did not plan on the adoption and he sure as hell didn’t plan on my manipulating the trusts out of is reach which was why I’d had him hand ove all the cash. He must have seethed.

     

    In the end it was one stupid mistake that blew it for all of them: A cell phone. No one in our town had one because there was no tower, no service. But, in going through his things, an art he’d taught me himself, I found a satellite phone which he could have used from the Antarctic. Using a simple walkie talkie I patched in on his phone so knew, approximately, what and when..sort of. The party at the Collyers, if you can call branding and castrating a party provided the perfect setting. In all the dirt and mess and with people from all around, many of whom did just come to help hoping they’d be helped when they needed similar work done, no one was missed or noticed except the Judge, the star of the afternoon. I’d been there longer than all the rest except Billy so when the filth and the flies and the dust blew everywhere, I did an army maneuver of crawling on my belly until I could get away. Soon as I was out sight from the work, I got up and ran to the hill top where, I could see all was set up. The rifle was there as were my binoculars as well as the walkie talkie. I knew the Judge would probably notice I wasn’t around but how long…that was a crap shoot. But before that, Billy faked an injury hoped in his truck and drove away. Or, drove to a heavily branched tree about a hundred yards behind me where he had a deer stand put up about twenty feet so I was covered. He let the truck roll away and, right on cue, the car pulled up, Buzz did his hick sheriff routine called out the gun and that was when I proved that one of the things I did best was be a sniper. 

    I have no idea how close he was when he heard the two shots that took out his guys but he knew, must have known, I was the shooter. Knowing how Jon had almost pathologically trained me to work alone, he never figured I’d back stop myself and put Billy in the tree where he became an easy target. The rest? Well, Dad and I kind of had our fun with the son of a bitch, he knew what was coming and he was right. 

     

    Eventually the Judge was reported as a missing person, and I know that as I reported him. Ever the dutiful God Son I was worried. They hit men he’d sent out? No one was looking for them anyway so they were incinerated in a beat up car by the side of a road no one much traveled. Just like the last time, Billy and I looked up and saw Vultures and assumed there coyotes near by. 

     

    That Spring in our brand new Baseball uniforms on our magnificent diamond with bleachers you could safely sit on, people came to see the amazing little team from no where beat the shit out of every team we played. Some decisons had been made, for one, we threw out the old name and mascot and, Dick Decisions, became ” The Cocks” Our mascot was intended to be a Rooster but some said he was a strange bird, almost like he had nuts. We won our league, went on to district then to state where we did lose but that was okay, As we drove back to town, not in yellow school busses but a fleet of very comfortable RV’s I lay on the bed in the back wearing my custom embroidered jock that said, above the stitched mascot, “The Cocks” I counted the money from the bets I’d laid off. 

     

    While we rolled down the road nobody travelled much in our deluxe travel units, nobody heard me caw with laughter as Billy and I lay on the bed-he had a jock that said “Sheriff Cock”- and threw money into the air. Still had football season next fall and, I’d heard, there was a summer soccer league. Buzz is getting quite good at coaching and in his leather jacket, with Coach Cock on the back, the school has given him a ten year contract. Jeb and Buzz are happy, Sam is happy with a number of cowboys who come into town and, well, I think the happiest person is my Dad, Billy. 

    It was hot one day and we were laying naked on the new back porch with the pool-open for all the team at all times-plus the hot tub, Dad was running his fingers through the hair on my chest and wondered when I planned on graduating from High School? I thought about that, looked at him admiring his new tat of a mascot cock that almost had nuts, and said, well, I’m not even a senior for two more years and I believe I promised my Dad I’d come home one muscled up jar head Marine all ready for him to take me to get my tats, just like his. 

     

    “Yes, son, you did say that and you always keep your promises.”

     

    That’s what fathers and sons are for, to keep promises and get tats. At least in our small town down a road nobody much travels that’s how we do it. Oh, and the town council finally decide on a name, course, some didn’t like it but for others of us, it’s just fine. They called it “Studville”. Sorta fits, don’t it?


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  • Bulges

    Growing up enjoying and playing sports for most of my life, I never stop enjoying watching huge bulges from flopping, Either if it’s in the locker room, sports field, swimming pool, ice rink, ski hill and even on TV. 

    For myself, I always loved the Daddy bear or the brute man look. I remember when I was in my mid-teens by going down to my hometown 6,000 seats plus arena to watch wrestling on Monday nights and the Roller Derby during the weekdays. My sweet Lord, there were some beautiful men who I adored. Sometimes I try to fake when I’m with my buddies when the girls took to the ring or when they skated on the bank track. Back in those day’s, there were so little of good so-called great looking women who wrestling. Roller Derby was another story but the ones I like were Lisbean or the fast skating jammers.

    I guest John Quinn was the first one that ever caught my eye, He stood around 6’2 weigh properly 210 plus with short black beard and hair. He had a very nice bulge when he had his singlet while he wrestles during his matches. Paul Rupert skated for team Canada and the Western Stars was another brute of a man. The bears would have called him a Grizzly bear. He had a very bad temper and his favorite moved was putting the bear hug onto someone who taunts him through most of the game. He always opens up a few buttons of his Roller Derby shorts during the women period. I caught him a few time adjusting himself while standing close to his team bench.

    While working in the Bar at the Holiday Inn after High School I got to serve many famous people from Rock Stars to Sports people and even a few from the film and TV, industry.One special night my MOD let me stay in one of the rooms for the night during a really bad snowstorm. I was all along in the sauna when one of my all-time favorite wrestlers walks in and plumps himself down on the bench below. My cock got a semi on right away when he lay there showing off his huge package in his powder blue speedo or wrestling trunks.

    We started to chat for a good period of time. He always got up during the sauna to take a dip in the cold pool when his blonde sweaty body could not take any more heat. Just before he left one more time he made a very slow hand action to his crotch.  I was in some shock and could not let myself take advantage of that situation. My MOD was strict as hell and I could not lose this good paying job for any reason. 

    It was like two day’s later that I saw him wrestle on my local TV channel wearing the same thing he wore in the sauna that night. Mr. Anderson stood around 6’1 weigh about 230 with short blonde hair along with a somewhat trim beard. Some hooker who used to hang out at the bar told me that he well built and had a nice 7-inch semi cut cock. She only charged $150 for a blowjob. She also informs that he like his cum to be called pussy spray.

    If only he knows that most men can suck cock ten times better.One other great night I had when I hook up with my High School football Coach 3 years after High School. I ran into him at the Laundry matt down from my apartment. We had a great conversation about life in general as he let me help him fold up the tight white underwear that he loves to wear. 

    I invited him back to my place for a glass of homemade wine that I made well over a year ago. He was a short fucker in some way but knew hot to suck a cock and eat out a nice tight ass. I shot 2 loads at once all over his goatee and juicy wet lips. A short time after that he finally shot off his pure white load of cum all over my hard nipples and face. 

    Here is a list of Bears, and Daddy Bears 

    Danny Fouds former Pro Quarterback NFL

    Merlin Olson NFL, TV Actor Little House on the Prairie

    Arn Anderson Wrestler

    Rick Steiner Wrestler

    Keven Ownes Wrestler

    Wrestling Tag Team the Revials 

    Mike Scioscia Baseball Manager California Angles.

    Ed Harris Actor in the 80’s

    Paul Rupert Roller Derby 70’s and Early 80’s

    Bill Groll Roller Derby 70’s tell the 2,000

    George Britt Baseball K.C. Royals 80’s

    Thurman Munson Baseball Yankees 70’s

    Rougeaus Brother Wrestler Quebec Canada 80’s and 90’s

    John Quinn Wrestler 70’s

    Max Gill, Gil Gerrard wearing speedo from 70’s TV show Battle Of The Network Stars

    Football Coach Mike Ditka Chicago

    Hockey NHL Wendell Clarke Toronto

    Hockey Dennis Potvin N. Y. Islander

    NHL retire Ref Don Korharski

    NHL Coach and Scout Paul Mc Clean retire.

    Football Frank O Harris Steelers 70’s

    Football Ken Stabler Raiders 70’s

    Football Larry Zonka Miami 70’s

    Enjoy your search !

    The End

  • Jacob

    I can not believe what I just agreed to do, I am in shock with myself.

    I am 25, I own and run a little gym in leeds and I have a good clientele. A mixture of men and women but mainly men. I was in a two year relationship with Clair, but that ended 18 months ago. Her, spotty, little brother Danny started to come to the gym shortly after and he’s really come on. Got rid of all his fat and has turned into a fine young man. He’s 19 now and I sometimes give him private coaching. For the last few weeks though, something hasn’t seemed right, he’s missed sessions or he’s not been focused, I have asked but he’s said everything of fine. I didn’t push him. Since Claire and i’s break up I’ve just gone from girl to girl, one night to three nights, tops. Nothing serious.

    That bring us to now and I’m just sitting in my office and Danny text, ‘can I see you’

    ‘Sure, in office, here for another hour before close up for the night’

    Knock on the office door

    ‘Come in, wow, that was quick’

    ‘I was waiting in the corridor’

    ‘Yea, that was a joke. What’s up Dan’

    I need your help, I’m in trouble and this is, or rather you are the only one that can help me’

    I went over to Dan, who was clearly upset with something, and put my hands on his shoulders.

    ‘Danny, Dan, of course. I will do what I can. What is it you need’

    Have sex with me’

    I let go and stood back, I was in shock

    ‘You want what?’

    I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant’

    I stood back a bit further and mover towards my desk ‘I think you got the wrong impression Dan, I’m not into guys. I’m sure a good looking fit young guy could have and fella they want….’

    No, Jacob, I’m not gay. I just…’

    Jacob had a tear in his eye

    …. I’m going to jail, Jacob.’

    What?’

    My solicitor said I should expect a ‘custodial sentence’’

    Dan actually used air quotes

    ‘What the hell for’

    Employee theft they called it. It was only a few bits, Jacob, and everyone does it. My solicitor said they want to make an example’

    ‘So why do you want me to…. you know’

    ‘It’s obvious, you’ve herd the tales of young guys in jail. Haven’t you?’

    ‘Well, yea’

    ‘And, are any of them good?’

    ‘Well, no’

    I’ve never been in a fight, I don’t know how to defend myself and if the stories are true I’ll be raped on a nightly basis. Having my virgin ass fucked till I bleed and having to give nightly blowjobs to big fat hairy arsed trucker guy in the bottom bunk’ that response made my eyes widen with the shock of how graphic he spoke

    ‘Dan… I’m sure its….’

    ‘ no Jacob, that’s exactly what it’ll be like’

    I noticed the time ‘look, I gotta close up. I’ll be back in 15, stay here. There is coffee in the pot’

    I left Dan in my office, everyone had gone and there was things that needed to be done at close to stop fungus n mould, what with all the sweat and bodily fluids that fly about a gym. I was hoping, in the back of my mind, that it was all a joke and Dan was gonna laugh and say GOTCHA! When I returned to my office Dan was stood by the window, armed crossed, he turned when I entered.

    ‘ I thought you had left’ he said with a mini smile

    ‘ no’

    I walked to my desk and opened a special drawer, inside was a bottle of Jack and I grabbed two glasses and poured two good measures. Not saying anything I held one out and Dan took it and we both downed it in one. Dan was looking at the floor.

    ‘I need you to do this for me, Jacob. There is no one else I can trust with this. I’ve never touched another guys cock before and I know that when I do get locked up then I will bottle it and then the guy will kill me. Or worse….. rape me’

    Dan looked up Ito my eyes, his eyes were pale blue and I had never before seen them look this sad. He truly need my help.

    ‘Why me, Dan. Why come to me?’

    He looked down to the floor again ‘there was a night, when you was with Claire, I had been out with some friends. I was supposed to be sleeping out but we had an argument and I came home, and when I came home you were having sex. But you two weren’t alone, there was a guy with you’

    ‘Dan, you did not! You heard us having sex?’

    I heard Claire saying to you, ‘give it to him Jakey, shove his cock in him cos it turns me on’’

    Dan, you mean you think because of that one night I have sex with guys?’

    ‘No, Jacob, not at all. I know you don’t, I just need your help for this one thing and I thought, I hoped, that because of that one night that you’ll be able to get me ready’

    I did understand what he was trying to say and I thought on that night, Claire had suggested it and it was good. 1 threesome she said, it was the end of our relationship, she wanted to do it again and I didn’t.

    And now, I knew I had to help Dan so, I had no choice.

    ‘What would u want me to do?’

    ‘You mean you’ll do it, you’ll help me get used to it it so that I’ll not be raped?’

    ‘If that’s what you need’ I could not believe I was saying this ‘I’ll help you. I think we need to take it slow, I need another drink, you too’

    I grabbed the bottle and poured two more large JD’s and without talking we finished it in one again.

    ‘So’ I started ‘let’s start with the beginning. I think that if you just hold mine, get used to it then we can move on from there.’

    ‘If you don’t mind, Jacob, I’d like to get it out. I’d have to get use to doing it so why not do it now?’

    ‘Oh, ok’ I was standing by my desk, moving to a seating/standing position I put my hands on the desk with my ass resting on the edge. I’m a tall guy, 6’2 and I have a good size cock so if the jail guys are smaller then it might not be such a shock to Dan. Dan approached me and dropped to his knees, not saying a word he slowly raised his hands to my belt and released the clip, then he popped the buttons, on my jeans, one by one. I always wear briefs cos I find my dick is under control, as Dan moved his hands to the waist band of my underwear, I strangely feel movement in my cock. It had been 5 days since I last shot my load and my cock knew something was happening now. Dan reached inside my pants and took hold and then he snapped back

    ‘this is weird, I don’t mean your dick is weird just the situation’

    ‘Thanks, I think. Are you ok, you want me to…’

    ‘No, il do it. I’ll have to get used to it I guess’

    And he reached again, taking a firm

    Hold and pulled my dick out, into the open and just stared at it.

    ‘Well, that’s that done’

    And we both just started laughing,

    ‘This is not what I thought I’d be doing tonight’ I said bringing us back in the room.

    Dan was kneeling at my feet, looking at my cock,  he looked up at me, back to my cock and then he went back in my pants and brought out my balls. I was out on display and I wasn’t uncomfortable about the situation.

    ‘Do you mind if I just touch it, you know, to get used to the feeling of it’ he was sounding quite nervous

    ‘That’s what he’s out for, touch him’

    ‘Him?’ Dan looked up at me again and gave a little chuckle. I smirked back.

    Dan was cupping my balls and rolling them in one in hand and the other he palmed my cock and it knew it cos my dick was swelling up in his hand.

    ‘Looks like I’m doing it right’

    ‘It looks it cos you are’ I was enjoying everything Dan was doing, and my cock was nearly full hard. The only thing missing was precum and I knew that my cock always has plenty so that’ll make an appearance shortly. And it did.

    ‘How does it compare to yours, Dan?’

    Yours it different, it’s thicker and a bit longer. Your balls hang lower too and you leak more precum to me’

    ‘Yea, I do tend to ooze that stuff. Well now you’ve done the touch bit it’s getting late. Why not do something else next time, eh?’

    ‘Next time, oh, ok… I just… ‘

    What you mean’

    I was just, I mean as we’ve just started and… look’ Dan sat back on his heals and looked up in my eyes ‘can I taste it? I need to do this, why not go to the next bit?’

    ‘Are you sure cos if this is too much for you then I could be worse’

    I’m sure, I have tasted my own and your already, ready…’

    ‘Sure, if your ready then obviously I am’ and with that ok from me Dan got back up to face my now semi hard, precum leaking, cock. As he approached it he took hold of my shaft and aimed his tongue at the leaking hole. Once he connected with the soft pink tip, his tongue gave it a good lick and his lips moved closer and he gave the slit a soft suck. I gave a little judder, what Dan did was very nice.

    ‘Mmm that doesn’t taste like mine at all, it’s heavier, a little thicker ‘ he leans in again, this time he covered the tip of my cock with his lips and sucked the precum out and he squished my balls at the same time. I was liking this very much, I was, in essence, getting a blowjob. Albeit from a guy. I accidentally gave a moan.

    ‘You want me to stop, Jacob, I want to make sure I can do everything ‘

    ‘Erm’ I actually did not want Dan to stop, Guy or not, he was turning me on ‘do what you need to Dan’

    ‘I can’t thank you enough Jacob’

    Dan got close to my hard cock, grabbed my shaft in his hand and started to wank it, his other hand took hold of my balls and his mouth enclosed around the pink helmet of my dick. Inch by inch his mouth was gliding over and then back off, then again till he was able to go half way down my throbbing, pulsating cock. ‘Oh, man, you are not gonna disappoint anyone you do this to’ Dan stopped for a moment, I was a bit disappointed

    ‘You dick is so Big, Jacob, I’m just glad I’m doing it right, I wanna see how much I can take’ Dan was making my hard cock even harder, keeping it wet while his firm grip beating my shaft. Dan was picking up speed and I was building to a climax. I couldn’t help but give him direction. ‘Keep doing that, Dan, yea. Now cup my balls a little tighter and wank me and spit on my cock, make it wetter and oh yea, that’s it, right there. Fuck Dan, your gonna make me cum’ Dan didn’t slow his movements he started getting faster and faster, twisting and turning his mouth and hands, and my cock got harder and my balls tighter and then I exploded. Once, twice three times in his mouth and Dan caught it all. I nearly screamed. He wasn’t letting go either, he was still sucking when my cock was softening, I had nothing left in me when Dan sat back on his heals and looked up at me,

    ‘Jacob, that was the most intense thing I’ve ever had done to me’

    ‘Dan, that was the most intense thing that anyone, and I mean anyone, has ever done to me. Oh my god’ I practically fell back in my desk and just closed my eyes. ‘Dan, can I just say that I’m sorry I won’t be in jail when you get locked up, I would do time for a crime if that’s what was waiting for me’ I couldn’t help but give a little giggle at my admission.

    ‘I can’t believe myself, I mean I have had your cock in my mouth and swallowed your cum, and I liked it. It tasted, Erm, good’

    I laughed again, not knowing how to acknowledge the comment

    ‘Well, I’m sure, with talent like that you won’t be beaten up or raped. If anything there will be a queue for a service’

    ‘What about the rest though, Jacob?’

    ‘Rest?’

    ‘Yea, you know, the sex bit!’

    I looked at Dan for a while, gradually what Dan was asking of me sunk in ‘You still want to…. have…. sex’

    ‘Well, yea. That’s what I need you to help me with, I need you to get me ready for the guy that will make me his. If you do it for me then I will get used to the cock in me and then I’ll be ok’

    ‘But Dan, is that really how you think it’ll be’

    ‘I don’t wanna take any chances, Jacob. You are my only hope, please’

    I was leaning up on my elbows and I had to think about this. I got up, pulled up my pants and jeans and walked over to the mini sofa.

    ‘I dunno, Dan. It’s a bit drastic, I mean doing what we just did then sure it will help but actually fucking’

    ‘I need this, Jacob, don’t let me be one of those news stories you hear about ‘young guy beaten and almost killed in local jail’’

    Looking over at him I knew he was serious and he really believed that us having sex was the only way. But could I do it. I mean, yea I did fuck that guy but I was also with a girl too.

    ‘I need a drink, you want one?’

    ‘Yea, I think I better’

    We had three, one straight after the other. The warm liquid sliding down my throat and I was telling myself ‘you can do this Jakob’

    ‘Ok, Dan. I will do it, how about Thursday?’ Today was Monday

    ‘Thursday? Why not now, we are both here and I have a feeling if I let you think on it some more you’ll back out’ he was right, I probably would’ve made an excuse.

    ‘Now’ another drink down the hatch ‘why the fuck not’ Dan was smiling and he said he was so pleased.

    So, I was thinking to myself, how do we start. If Dan was a woman I’d know exactly what to do. I’d start to lick her pussy to make her wet and that always got me hard, even if I had just cum.

    Dan got up and then he said ‘why don’t we settle on the sofa and then I can get undressed, you can get me ready for your…. ’ Dan nodded towards my slightly swollen dick.  

    I couldn’t help but agree, it was a plan, simple but good. Dan had done just what he said, he was on the sofa taking his trainers and socks off and then his shirt till he was just sitting in his boxers. The time Dan spent in the gym over the months has shown in his torso. He was no longer the weedy kid I knew. He had definition. He had rippling abbs, his thighs were defined as were his shoulders and arms.

    ‘Come on Jacob, you promised you will do this for me’

    ‘Yea, a promise is a promise’ and I walked to join him. As I approached the sofa Dan shuffled to me and began to take off my jeans. I hadn’t fastened them up after the blowjob so it was just a case of letting them fall to the floor and I kicked off my shoes. I took off my t-shirt and threw it to the floor. I myself was well built, been compared to Joe Wicks on more than one occasion except for the annoying Essex accent and the long curls.

    Now we were both in our underwear, Dan in boxers me in briefs. My cock was still quite thick from the blowjob and the bulge was catching the eye of Dan

    ‘I can’t believe I’m gonna have that in me’

    ‘Your not the only one, Dan’

    ‘Let me get you started’ with that Dan began to rub my cock through my pants with one hand and I could see his other was rubbing his own. Dan was humming satisfaction as he was rubbing me and then he started to lick the bulge that was my cock. Up and down the shaft he went, making the fabric wetter with every lick. Dan worked on the tip of my cock and I could see the wet patch that was a mixture of Dans spit, my precum and the last squirts of cum from earlier. He was working my ass cheeks too, kneading them with his firm hands. Dan was working me good and my cock was getting harder. He  was sucking and licking my dick and squeezing my balls. my cock was growing once more. Dan was rubbing his own cock through the fabrics in his boxers, getting himself worked up and I could see that he was packing a good size cock himself.

    ‘Lick my hole, Jacob, get me ready’

    ‘Get up’ the alcohol was taking away any and all doubt that what I was doing was a bad idea ‘on the back here’

    Dan got up and knelt on the sofa, with his elbows on the back and his knees on the seat, I knelt behind Dan and pulled his shorts down. His ass was practically hair less except for the area I call no mans land. The area that goes from your balls to your ass hole, which he had trimmed. Looking at Dan’s ass as it was there in front of me I couldn’t help but lick my lips. I remember the guy I fucked those years ago and how I liked it when I got him wet for my dick. And now I was doing it to this for young man. Dan had reached back with one hand to open himself up and I dove right in. My tongue began an onslaught of his hole that made him lose his breath. The break between him verbalising the pleasure and him being silent was acknowledgment of my ability to turn him on and I was getting turned on. My cock was thickening, leaking and wanted to be where my tongue was. But I wasn’t finished. I was enjoying myself and I wanted to make sure I would have no barriers when fucking this tight, virgin, hole. Wetting fingers I probed him, I licked him and I spat at his hole. My cock throbbed, almost painfully, shouting to enter Dan’s ass.

    ‘Do it now Jacob’ Dan was eager ‘I want it, please’

    ‘This is not gonna be easy for you, I will be careful, Dan’

    ‘I know you will, I want this’

    A few last spits and licks to make sure there will be no problem gaining entry into this young mans hole. I got up behind Dan and aimed my cock. Pre cum leaking cock in my hand aimed it for the hole, one last spit on my cock for good measure, and I pressed lightly. Dans ass was attempting to hold on to his virginity for the last few seconds but then, with more pressure from me, it opened up.

    ‘Oh’ Dan was surprised

    ‘You ok’

    ‘Yea, I’m fine. Was just a little shock’

    ‘There is a lot more you know’

    ‘I know, don’t stop Jacob ‘

    I was pushing my cock in a little more, pulling out slightly. Taking out less than was invading his ass. Dan was arching his back and moaning through gritted teeth how it was feeling.

    ‘Oh Jacob, oh man that’s a big cock, keep going’

    Two more inches in and then an inch out, two in and one out. I paused a little.

    ‘How you feeling, Dan’

    ‘This is intense, Jacob. Your cock is so big and it’s doing something to me that is wow!. Is this how it’s supposed to feel when a girl gets your cock’

    ‘I dunno, your ass it tighter than anyone I’ve ever put my cock in’

    Holding onto Dan’s hips I was almost to the hilt but I don’t want to go all the way, I thought just three quarters for now and then he’ll say enough. And that’s when I started to do my fucking. Sliding my cock in his ass from tip to almost all of me. With sounds of ‘OMG!’, ‘Oh fuck!’, ‘your so fucking huge’ and I’ll never sit down again’ just egged me on.

    ‘Fuck Jacob, I can not believe how big it is, and it’s all in me’

    (Cock in ass still fucking )

    ‘It’s not quite all in, it’s your first time, I don’t wanna hurt you Dan ‘

    ‘I want it all, Jacob, Don’t hold back. Give me your fucking cock man’

    Dan was almost annoyed but I complied,

    ‘You want it, you got it’ and I began an attack on Dan that he would never forget or want ask me to fuck him again. Fucking his ass with such power that I was slamming all the way into him. His tone changed to that of need, like he would die if I stopped.

    ‘Fuck me, yea. Gimme that fucking cock’ he yelled and I too got into it

    ‘Your gonna fucking beg me to do this again, you fucking love it don’t Your my fat dick in your ass ready to blow my cum in you’

    ‘I do, Jacob, I want you to cum in me, I always have. Fuck me man’

    ‘Yea you have, now get on your back and spread your legs I’ll show you what else I can do with this monster, get on the floor’

    Dan laid on the large rug, grabbing a cushion from the sofa for his head. He opened his legs with his feet on the floor.

    ‘Come on man, fuck me and cum in my ass, make me cum’

    I moved in between his knees and my rock hard cock was glistening wet with Dan’s ass juice, my spit and precum. Looking at him laid there was a turn on, it didn’t matter that it was a guy.

    I was about to off load a wad of cum in his ass. I was back in him fucking for what was just a few minutes, looking at him with his eyes focused solely on me

    ‘Your so fucking sexy, this is amazing Jacob, just how I thought it’d be like’ that was the second time he said something that made me think but I was focused on something else. I leaned forward and grabbed the back of Dan’s neck, locking my fingers. I was about to do my signature move, this always made me shoot and shoot I was gonna do. I started slamming my cock so hard, and fast, in his ass that he almost started singing.

    ‘Ahhhhhhhhhh’ he yelled. He was pulling me so close to himself that our faces were centimetres apart and then…. we were kissing. Full on tongues. And it started, my balls gave the signal and then boom. Cum exploded into Dan. His ass took the lot. I broke off the kiss and leaned back. Still fucking Dan, an both of us out of breath

    ‘Keep doing that, I’m gonna cum too’ he started to wank his own cock, I could feel him tense on my cock. ‘I’m gonna cum, fuck yea’ and he did. Powerful shots up his torso, up past his head and some landing on his face. ‘Oh Jacob, keep your cock in me’ more shots, it was a sight to see.

    ‘Fuck, Dan. That’s a lot of cum’

    ‘That was cos of you, you basically fuck the cum out of me’ he giggled a little. ‘Is THAT what guy sex is like? OMG’

    ‘I don’t know, it wasn’t like that before’ and I collapsed on the floor beside Dan. Some of my cum just showing on my cock. Dan laid there, his cock bright red, cum all over him (and in him). His chest heaving.

    ‘That was everything I thought it’d be, so worth it’ Dan looked at me with a strange look of concern.

    ‘What do you mean ‘everything you thought it’d be’’ Dans comment wasn’t one of this’ll help me out.

    ‘I’m sorry, Jacob but what I said before isn’t exactly the truth’

    ‘What isn’t?’ I was getting mad ‘you mean, what you said about your job and going to jail?’

    ‘Well, no, not exactly. I am in trouble with work but not jail time just the sack. I got caught whacking off in the staff room by a manager and I’ve a disciplinary meeting which will result in the sack’

    ‘What the fuck Dan, you used our friendship, you lied so that I’d have sex with you?’

    ‘That was not how it was supposed to go’ I got up off the floor and went to get my clothes ‘I came here to ask you for a job’ Dan was nearly tearful, I almost felt sorry for him, if I wasn’t so mad ‘I bottled it and then I remembered you and that guy and how I have fantasised about you ever since. I have wanted you to do that to me for the last 2 years. I wanted you to be my first’ Dan tried to continue but the look on my face said stop.

    I went to pour the last of the Jack. I was furious. Neither one spoke as I poured us both a drink. Walking back over to Dan, still on the floor, he had turned onto his front and was followings me with his blue eyes. I gave him his and I sat on the sofa, shaking my head as I drank.

    ‘That was… ‘ Dan opened his mouth to say something but didn’t. I couldn’t form a sentence properly as I was Thinking bout the betrayal and lies made me do out of the friendship we had ‘you can start on Monday, you will clean out , you will wipe and muck in, you will do anything and everything I want. You can use the facilities free of charge and I will use your ass’

    Dans face lit up, he smiled from ear to ear.

    ‘You won’t regret it, Jacob. I will do anything you want me to do, out there and in here’

    ‘Yes, you will, now, let’s go shower’