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I left the head nurse’s room and quickly climbed another flight of stairs. The ICU was, as the head nurse said, easily identifiable from the rest of the wards. It had two doors probably to maintain the temperature. I walked up to the roster sheet hung on the second door which gave details of patients, doctors and nurses. Vishwas Matre was listed as bed number 18. When I entered the ICU I could feel the chill. I could hear the signals from various monitoring machines as I passed the beds. I found that bed number 18 was at the end of the room. There were only a few medical professionals, and the nurses in the ICU seemed more alert as well as stressed than the ones on the ground floor. Each bed had a partition and curtains were draped around most beds. When I reached Vishwas’ bed I first peered in between the curtains. Vishwas was awake though slightly drowsy. But he recognised me and smiled. A nurse followed me and placed a pyjama on the bed.

“Just help him put on this,” she said with practiced politeness. She left after drawing the curtain behind her. I first went up to Vishwas and placed my palm on Vishwas forehead.

“Thank you for coming…”

I moved my hand below to Vishwas’ mouth before he could complete his sentence. I kissed Vishwas’ eyes and his cheek.

“I am happy to see that you are alive, darling. I have already lost a friend in a bike accident earlier. I wouldn’t say this to my girlfriend but you are someone more important than girlfriends,” I was genuinely pleased to see Vishwas in good shape. My earlier visit to the hospital to see a friend caught in a road accident almost three months ago was much less savoury. He had broken bones, head injuries from which he never recovered and a full body bandage. The doctor even went to the extent of saying he didn’t know where to start treatment. The memory of Hardhik in the ICU was etched in my memory.

Vishwas had longing in his eyes when he looked at me for a long while and I did not suspect anything more in it. Then his eyes welled up. I smiled instinctively and for no reason.

“Take it easy, darling. Nothing much has happened to you that you have to be so emotional,” I said curbing a lump in my throat. There was absolutely no reason for both of us to be acting in such sentient manner, but it was happening all the same. I then took a seat on the bed when Vishwas gestured me to sit beside him. Sitting on the patient’s bed was not allowed in the ICU, but I thought I would risk the beautiful nurses’ bad temper as that would add to the emotional appeal of the day.

I changed Vishwas’ pants without any event, except that when I removed his underwear and looked at his junk he had a naughty smile on his face. He also had a half erect dick, and that was the second time I was witnessing such an inviting situation. And when I was pulling his pyjama up, for the second time I instinctively felt his dick and balls with both my hands. Vishwas did not react to my sexual indiscretion. Instead he slightly spread his legs to make it more inviting. I played with his tool for a long time and tidied up his pubic hair which had got entangled with the mushroom head of his dick.

“If you want me to wax your pubic hair I can do that with Veet cream. It is easy and painless,” I said.

“Oh I will need to do that, Ravi. I don’t know what to do with the tuft of hair all around my dick and balls. I hate pubic hair. I find the shaven pubic of models in porn films very clean and sexy.”

I was not sure if he was talking about male or female models. I laughed out loud listening to the sexual fantasies of someone who is lying in an ICU. Sex is such a basic instinct that even death cannot affect its manifestation. I rubbed his dick some more time and it became absolutely erect. Vishwas’ dick, balls and the entire groin were fair in colour just like his facial skin. It was soft all over and I knew he was a virgin. He had not yet fucked anyone yet, and the desperation was written all over his dick. It was only 5 inch in length but very thick, much thicker than mine. I wondered when will I get a chance to suck it. I wanted to at least kiss his dick and balls but I kept that for another day. I pulled up his pyjama and fastened the strings. I had to pull up the thick blankets over him just to hide his erection.

“Am I falling in love with you?” Vishwas asked innocently. He was actually quite innocent, but being three years older than him and not used to such straight-talking of the new generation I felt squeamish. “I don’t have anyone, I am all alone in Mumbai,” he added with chagrin.

I only smiled at him, but Vishwas held my hand and pulled me towards him. I looked back at the curtains to see if they were drawn well enough to hide whatever was going on here. I drew my face close to his as if to kiss his cheeks. But Vishwas held his face towards me to align my lips with his. I kissed him for a long time, please which was wet and passionate. You should always impress your date with the first kiss. A good kiss, I have always observed, is half the battle won. But as always, I was not sure if a kiss on the lips can be taken to logical conclusions. I am always careful to a fault in this matter. I have even lost a few opportunities to lay guys in the past but I have no regrets because it is better to be safe than sorry.

I left Vishwas pining for more, but it was late in the night and visitors are not allowed for more than half hour in the ICU. I left for home that night knowing well that I had built a new friendship which was going to last for a long time. The best thing about Vishwas was that he was good-natured, good to look at and had a lot of passion. We had spoken so much about sex when we had drinks together afterhours. I often wondered if his sex drive was a little over the top, or was it just his age that had a telling effect on his temperament. I remember he once kept looking at a 30-year old woman who was newly married and had come to the restaurant with her husband. We both were seated diagonally opposite them. Vishwas was lost in his own fantasy world and had spoken very little to me for over an hour at the restaurant until he finally decided to go to the washroom and jerk off. When he came back to the table looking so relieved he told me about the girl sitting opposite with her husband whom I had even failed to notice. The girl was just ordinary looking with large knockers, which for all one knows, were being well massaged by her husband as they were still in their honeymoon phase.

Well to be fair to Vishwas I often thought about how he would look when he was naked in bathroom or when he would masturbate on the bed. Today finally I got to see him naked and what a bod. The moment I reached home, I stripped naked, held my boner with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. There is nothing like the luxury of jerking off in the confines of our own house when you are living alone. I am good at stop and go, and can even keep masturbating for 40 minutes before finally cumming. I licked every part of Vishwas in my fantasy and spend a lot of time exploring his arse crack with my tongue. I well knew it would all come true very soon, it was just a matter of a few days. But how would I be able to do it in an ICU of a hospital remained an enigmatic question.

The next four days I was caught up in office and did not get a chance to meet up with Vishwas at all. Work had piled up as an entire sales team of the bank’s credit card division was sacked overnight for bad performance and some scandal. I was least interested in the scandal. The only thing that would occupy my mind everyday was how to complete my work quickly and go to the hospital to see Vishwas. But in the last three days I barely got to sleep in the office for about five hours. I am a guy who needs eight hours of contended sleep everyday. But man proposes, Shailesh disposes.  At the end of the fourth day, I had made up my mind that I would go and meet Vishwas under any circumstances. More than my head and heart the dick was telling me that if “you cannot meet Vishwas today, then it is better to resign and find another job.”

I left office at about 8 pm and drove to the hospital. Ever since I last saw Vishwas at the hospital I could not even talk to him on the phone as mobile phones were not allowed in the ICU even for the doctors.

When I entered the hospital foyer two nurses gave me a smile as if I was a familiar face. I only reciprocated in an impersonal way, nothing more nothing less. Somehow the new found friendship with Vishwas was making me disregard any overtures by girls. There was only a single receptionist today on duty and she seemed a little harassed by the work load. She was trying to read a few papers and she was also attending to two calls. But when she saw me approaching her desk she gestured to me to go up to the first floor. I winked at her, and took to the two flights of stairs to reach the first floor. At the first floor I saw the head nurse looking expectantly at me. She had seen me in the array of CCTV monitors on her large desk.

“You have been away from your friend for so long. Where were you? He does not have any one else to take care of him, Mr Menon,” she said with what I suspected to be laced with sarcasm. Probably she thought I was avoiding my friend. I did not give her any explanation. I only asked about Vishwas.

“He is doing well. We have shifted him to a private room. He might have to be in the hospital for a few more days. He keeps asking us about you all the time. You seem to be his best friend, ” she said.

“Yeah, you can say that again. In which room is he now,” I asked cutting to the chase.

“He is in room 406 on the fourth floor. You can go there directly if you take the elevator.”

The elevator took about five minutes to come and finally I reached 406 with some desperation to see Vishwas. I didn’t knock the door. I just barged in. I saw Vishwas lying on the bed with both his hands wrapped in POP. The moment I opened the door he opened his eyes. He looked at me for a long while and then his face crumpled and he started to cry. I rushed to him and took him in my arms with enough care to keep his hands unmoved. Even I could not control my feelings. I held him tight for a long time. His hands were on the bed.

“Why did you not come to see me all these days,” he said in between sobs. “I was waiting for you. I told you I have no one else. Not one colleague in the office came to see me all these days. I thought even you had given up on me.”

“No. dear. I was just caught up in work because Shailesh has sacked the entire credit card sales department. I thought of you every moment, darling. I love you.”

“I love you, Ravi. I can’t live without you. You are the only one who cares for me. Please don’t ever leave me in a hospital bed, I can’t bear it.”

We then exchanged a lot of notes of what happened in the office and the hospital, and both of us had our own take on why things happen in a particular way. Time passed and it was 10 by the time we had finished the four-day review. Ravi had dinner at 7 as that was the time when it was served to patients in the hospital. I went out for a few minutes to have dinner at the hospital cafeteria. I came back to his room by about 10:30. Then something strange happened. Vishwas asked me if he can say something intimate to me. I acquiesced without giving it a thought.

“Ravi, I want you to do something for me. If you agree just do it, but if you don’t then just forget that I ever said anything to you. Is that a promise?”

I almost could guess what was coming. I looked at both his hands wound in POP. I agreed to do anything for him.

“Ravi, just switch off the light and lock the door first.”

I immediately went and locked the door. He waited for me to switch off the light but I didn’t. I came and sat beside him.

“Okay, Ravi, can you please masturbate me. I have been having a hard time for the last two days. I want to jerk off but both my hands are invalid now. I keep fantasising about you and get a full fledged erection when the girl who comes to give me a sponge bath. She takes a long time to wash my groin. She is crazy about my dick. Now she gives me a sponge bath twice a day. But she does not know that I have a crush on you and not her.”

I laughed out loud at his predicament. I placed my hand on his crotch and felt his dick. I tried to grab his balls which was easy with the hospital’s thin uniform. I then kissed his crotch for a long time over the pyjama. I didn’t have to inhibited by uncertainty any more. His dick was not only aroused but it had a dark wet patch over his crotch area of the pyjama. I untied his pyjama string and pulled it down. His dick was double the size of mine and it also appeared ready to erupt any moment. I did not touch his dick. I just massaged his thighs and balls, and even passed my fingers over his arse-crack. Vishwas was on a trip. I was worried that his moans would get out of the room. But any way it was too late for anyone to notice. Instead of masturbating him, I just took his dick in my mouth. It was smelling of soap as the girl had given him a sponge bath a hour ago. In less than five minutes he came with loads of cum. I licked some of it and then took the small towel hanging near the bed and wiped all the cum. Before pulling up his pyjama. I sprinkled some water on his crotch and wiped it again clean so that there was no evidence of what had happened. Vishwas was looking contended. I was filling full as well, and exhaled a long burp. That usual happens when I suck anyone’s cock. Probably men’s cum is highly acidic. But today was even more passionate because I was in love with Vishwas. There was a knock on the door. I looked at my wrist watch, it was 12.30 am. I opened the door and the head nurse ambled into the room.

“So how are you both doing?” she asked.

I was wondering what kind of question is that. I looked at VIshwas to find out if he was surprised. He looked blank and clueless, but he was also a bit flustered. The head nurse had a wide smile on her face. She pointed to a small black bulbous structure under the table pointing towards the bed. I stood there frozen. Vishwas was also shaken, he was on the verge of passing out.

“We have that thing under the table to monitor the patient, and I saw what happened here a few minutes ago,” she said turning around and sashaying out of the room. “Don’t worry, keep the good thing going,” she yelled from the hallway. I looked at Vishwas and winked at him. He smiled with a shrug.

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I first met Martin when he came to work at our store, he and I where the only men amongst a team of 8 women. The girls all new that I was Bi, in fact I’d been out with one of them. We all got on very well and when Martin came to join us nothing really changed.

There was a lot of larking about and some joking specially if Martin and I both went in to the toilet to wash our hands at the end of the day. Martin always kept a straight face and said I like girls not men. But we never saw him with a girl and he always came to works parties on his own.

Martin wasn’t the most attractive guy in the world but we all raved about his body. He had a broad firm chest, flat tummy and a great ass. It was hearted shaped the perfect sticky out bubble butt. The only pity he had it coved most of the time with his overhaul.

The girls were in a huddle one morning shortly after Martin had arrived, I walked up to them and asked what was going on. They told me how Martin had cycled to work that morning in tight lycra shorts which left nothing to the imagination! 

Carol shouted over to me “He’s really hung John, if your quick you might catch a glimpse”.

I sort of hurried down to the changing rooms only to find that Martin had already changed into his works uniform.

That afternoon at 5:30 I made sure I was in the changing room, Martin came in nodded hello and stripped off there in front of me, including his boxers. Wow what a cock, he was hung alright, it was thick and long and I thought slightly hard, his foreskin had drawn back revealing his nob. He pulled his lycra cycle shorts on.

I asked, “Don’t you wear pants with those?”.

“No”, he replied” they would chafe”.

Then he went bright red and stuttered, “Oh sorry, err, I forgot you’re gay”.

I laughed, “Its ok I enjoyed the show, the girl who gets you will always have a smile on her face that’s for sure”. 

Martin hurried off leaving me with a raging hard on. I promised myself that one day I’d seduce him.

After Martin had worked for us for a few weeks I asked Carol if she thought there may be a chance of getting off with him. She wasn’t sure, he talked about having a girlfriend but she knew he hadn’t because her sister lived in the same apartments.

I plucked up the courage and asked Martin if he fancied going for a drink and a curry, he agreed to the drink but said he wasn’t a big fan of curries.

We went to a couple of pubs and had a good time. There was an age gap of 20 years between us but we got on well. I think this surprised Martin.

I dropped Martin off at home and as he turned towards me I kissed him on the lips. For a split second  he responded then pulled away. He looked annoyed, I told you I like girls, you shouldn’t have done that. He got out of the car and ran in.

The next few weeks at work were strained Martin refused to talk to me about anything other than work related matters and then he handed in his notice and left.

Six months went by then last week I bumped into Martin in the supermarket we chatted and he asked me if I’d like to go for a drink with him. I said yes and we arranged for him to pick me up at my house.

Martin arrived bang on time.

“Shall we get straight off”, I asked.

“I could do with a coffee first do you mind” replied Martin.

We both went into the house, I directed Martin to the lounge and went into the kitchen to make a drink. When I came in Martin was sitting in the middle of the sofa so I sat on the chair opposite. We chatted for a while about this and that.

I soon became mesmerised by the bulge sticking down his trouser leg. It wasn’t just in his crutch area you could plainly see that his cock hung almost halfway down his trouser leg. I tried to steer the conversation around to his girl friend but he said he had one but didn’t want to talk about her. Then I told him I didn’t have a girl or a man at the moment, but he just ignored me.

I suggested we have a couple of drinks here and he agreed.

Martin drank a couple of glasses of red wine. He went a bit red in the face and I could see by his eyes he wasn’t used to drinking. Then I went in for the kill.

“Martin”,  I said.  “If you were gay or bi do you think you’d fancy me?” I asked.

He just looked at me and laughed, “You can’t ask me that”.

“I just did”, I replied.

I got up and sat next to him on the sofa.

“How do you feel about sitting this close to a gay man”, I asked.

“Fine”,  he replied. 

“What about if I put my hand on your leg and ran it up the inside of your thigh, like this”. 

I placed my hand above his knee and slowly ran my hand up and down his thigh.

“How do you feel now, Martin?”, I asked. 

“Err not sure”, he replied.

I leaned over him to undue the buttons on his shirt, he brushed his hands over mine and helped undue the last button. I ran my hands over his chest and to my delight his nipples where pert and hard. I pulled his shirt to one side and kissed and licked his nipple. Martin groaned. I looked up at him and he half smiled, I kissed him on cheek, then on the lips.

“Did you like that”,  I asked. 

“Not sure”, came the reply. 

“Can I kiss you again?” 

“If you want to”, he replied. 

I kissed him again and then again and then longer, Martin didn’t really respond but he didn’t push me away.

I asked, “Did you like that?” 

“Its ok”,  he said.

“Would you like me to stop?”, I asked. 

“No, don’t stop”, he replied

I kissed him again and slid my tongue along his lips, he opened his mouth slightly our tongues touched and he melted. He put his arm around me and pulled me closer we kissed passionately. 

I took his hand and we stood up still kissing, we took each others shirts off.  Martin’s hands were all over my broad chest feeling my muscular arms. while I played with his plump nipples.

I kneeled in front of him. 

There was already a wet patch on his trousers were precum had dribbled from his cock. I undone his belt buckle and his zip and pulled his trousers down around his ankles. I just starred in amazement at the size of his cock, thank you, thank you I whispered to myself.

I licked and bit at his cock through his white sticky boxers.

Martin gently moaned and sighed his breathing became erratic. 

“Oh my, oh no, I’m going to explode”, he said breathlessly.

And then he just exploded in his boxers.

Cum oozed out through the material of his boxers and dripped down his leg, I eagerly licked it up feeling more than a little cheated that I wasn’t able to get his cock in my mouth first. I pulled his boxers down and licked the cum out of  them before it had chance to soak into them, then I proceeded to lick his balls clean and just managed to squeeze the last few drops of cum out of his cock into my warm mouth.

“Sorry John, I’m really sorry, I couldn’t help but cum”.

I reassured him and I told him not to worry. It was exciting to see him cum like a fountain. I asked him to stay the night with me. But he just wanted to leave.

I suggested he sit down and just give it a few minutes before he went home. Eventually I persuaded him to stay and we chatted. He told me how guilty he felt about doing what he did. I reassured him that everyone feels like that the first time but in a few days or even a few hours you may want to do it again. We chatted for a few more hours about how he felt about girls and guys and them we decided to go to bed. I made up the bed in the spare room and Martin slept there.

It was just beginning to get light when I was awoken by a knock on my door. The door opened and there was Martin naked apart from a small towel he was holding around his waist.

“Are you ok?”,  I asked.

“I need to talk some more can I come in?”, he enquired.

He came in and sat on the bed. We chatted about what had happened earlier and how much he’d enjoyed it. He said he still liked girls but always had a problem with them. I pointed out that he didn’t have any problems with me and I told him so.

He told me how much I had turned him on and how much he wanted to fuck. When I heard this I must have smiled like the Cheshire cat. I threw back the quilt and invited Martin into bed with me. Martin slipped into bed with me and I put my arm around him and he rested his head on my chest wrapping one of his legs over mine. I could feel his cock getting hard against my leg. I reached down but Martin grabbed my hand.

“Can we just talk”, he said.

“Ok”, I said, “What do you want to talk about?”

“You”, came the reply.

I told Martin all about myself we chatted for a couple of hours, at the end of it he had one question. 

John he said, “Are you a bottom or a top, submissive or dominant”. 

I smiled and went rather red.

Martin rolled over on top of me grabbed my arms and pinned them down above my head.

“Are you going to tell me or do I have to find out for myself”, he smiled.

The whole of Martins body was pressed against mine,  again I could feel his cock, it was lying against my own which was very quickly getting hard. I knocked his arms from under him and he came crashing down. Our lips met and we kissed passionately.

I could feels his cock stiffen as I started to grind my groin against his. He rammed his sweet tongue in my mouth and I sucked hard on it. I could see the lust in his eyes. I opened my legs and wrapped them around his waist, his cock slipped over my balls and between my legs. He began rubbing his cock up and down my ass. I looked him in the eyes.

“Go on Martin, fuck me, fuck me with that hard fat cock of yours, fuck me, go on fuck my ass”, I pleaded.

We both gazed into each others eyes as Martin rubbed his hard over my cock and balls slowly working down to my bum hole. I could feel the head of his cock firmly pressing against my rosebud. All of Martin’s weight seemed to be bearing down on my naked body. I could feel precum dribbling from Martin’s cock moistening my hole. I spat on my fingers reached down and fingered my hole. Martin did the same spitting on his cock and my ass.

Slowly he eased his hard cock inside me, I laid back and played with my nipples. I could feel my ass slowly being stretched. Martin’s cock rubbed backwards and forwards against my prostate each time a little jet of cum oozed from my cock. Martin began pushing harder and he leaned down and we shared a passionate kiss.

I whispered in his ear, “Come on young man give me a good fucking”.

I continued with all the dirty talk in his ear which Martin seemed to love as his cock got even harder inside me. Soon he was pounding me really hard, his balls slapping against my ass.

Then he rolled me over and told me to stick my bum in the air. I loved that feeling of vulnerability with my ass in the air and the cool air from the open window blowing across it.

He mounted me his cock slipping straight back in balls deep. His thrusts were so hard I kept collapsing onto the bed. We swopped positions this time he was spooning me. I’d forgotten just how much stamina a young man had. Eventually he did begin to flag so I straddled him, my hard cock banging against his stomach as I bounced on his big cock.

Martin pinched my nipples really hard for a spit second before releasing them. He seemed to know just how to get me off, It was like he knew my nipples were connected to my cock. Martin’s cock was now deep inside me and I just rocked on it as he pinched my nipples. I couldn’t last any longer and I shot a huge load. Jet after jet of my hot spunk shot over his chest splashing on his face and in his hair.

Martin looked at me, “I’m going to cum”

I felt his cum flood into my ass. He groaned and pulled me towards him and we kissed. He held me tight until his limp cock slipped from my ass. I could feel all his cum dribbling out of my ass and over my balls.

Martin looked at me and said, “Fuck that was hot, so much better then with a girl”

I nodded, “You bet!”

My home city isn’t overly provincial and locals would say it is almost cosmopolitan but when I ended up at business school in London I realised just what cosmopolitan meant. Edinburgh is the capital of Scotland but with around half a million residents, it was a small village compared to London. I studied hard and worked hard but I also played hard.

Accommodation costs are hell but now that I have an actual job I am at least earning and though the salary has a lot of growing to do yet, it offers me a standard of living. I met Abi while still at university and she was on a marketing course at another college. We got on well and saw each other in a casual relationship over my last two years of study. She was from London so staying at home with family. She spent her leisure hours at my place. Sex was good, not frenetic or wild but good.

Abi was a slim five feet four inch, naturally blonde haired, 23 year old with a mind of her own. I was now a 25 year old six feet tall medium built, fair haired Scot with genetic freckles which gave away the fact that my pubic hair was more red than brown. I would like to tell you I had an enormous cock but sadly it could muster six and a half inches on a good day. Thankfully it had some girth and a nice decorative foreskin, which is commonplace in the North (the foreskin not the girth).

In the years before meeting Abi I had been a bit of an adventurer. My flat was shared then with four guys. One was Indian, one was gay white male, one was a rough and ready builder and the last  one would do whatever came his way after some happy tobacco. Our nights out were something else and as well as frequently shagging girls in front of each other, four of us had had a bit of an orgy with two girls, and I have even been blown by the gay guy on one particularly frustrating night when I had been without sex for far too long.  Of course once he had done it, he kept at me until I fucked the arse off him another night to keep him happy. I was unusually satisfied and guilt free afterwards which surprised me and delighted him. He didn’t tell a soul, thank goodness.

I have to tell you honestly that the casual attitude to sex was very arousing for me and I frequently feigned sleep when one of my flatmates was shagging hell out of a girl on the sofa so I could watch. I even watched the gay guy getting fucked by two rather manly workmen one night when he accidentally left his bedroom door open and I looked into the lit room from a dark hallway, stroking my cock as I watched.

These experiences had left a horny, voyeuristic and kinky man who was getting vanilla sex once a week and using the porn sites for his varietal sex fix.

Abi and I were friends. I’m not sure we were an item as such even though she spent most weekends at my place. I had heard she had been “a bit of a girl” in her late teens and she had confessed that she had had sex with quite a few guys so I knew she wasn’t an English Rose, and jn fact, her dark skin from previous generations in the Indian sub Continent would ensure she couldn’t look like one either.

I would go out during the week in an attempt to pick up and had the odd success. I had even been picked up by an older guy one night when my horn was too much and the opportunities limited. He attempted to fuck me and I actually wanted him to, for some reason but his long cock only managed a few inches of penetration before I gave in. He let me fuck him. I quite enjoyed arse fucking as it felt snugger somehow so I had no trouble filling the condom inside him.

So that was me, Sam Galbraith, a Jock in London with a dirty mind and not enough opportunity.

It was a Thursday night when Mum phoned.

“Your sister’s getting married!”

“Oh that’s nice. Is it to lanky Tom?” I asked.

“Don’t be so facetious,” retorted Mum, “You know very well her and Tom have been engaged for almost two years!”

Sarah was three years older than me and the assumption was I would be following her example soon.

“When is the wedding?” I ventured.

“It’s in June and you need to be there. You can bring that girl you go on about,” she replied.

“Abi, Mum. Short for Abigail and yes I will, if she can make it.”

The venue was a Country House Hotel just on the Edinburgh city outskirts and the dress code was traditional Scottish. That meant men in kilts, in bloody June!! Not exactly Summer attire flouncing around in heavy woollen skirts, the breeze blowing up your nether regions. I decided there and then to make a long weekend of it and I booked a double room at the hotel for Abi and I.

Thankfully she could come and the four months shot by until it was almost time to head North. We took the train, first class, and the almost five hundred miles past in just under five hours. I popped in to see Mum with Abi before heading out on the Friday night to the hotel. 

Some guests were staying at the hotel including Tom, who introduced me to his best man, a six feet tall, broad, twenty-nine year old black guy called Calvin with an amazing physique and very white teeth. He was noticeably taken by Abi and complimented everything there was to compliment. He had a mate named Leo with him, who was mixed race, short, slightly beefy and a bit rough around the edges. He looked about my age.. His eyes seemed to strip Abi too and she was absolutely loving it!! There was something rather animalistic about Leo and his eyes has a mischievous twinkle.

“So we’re going to see you two in kilts tomorrow,” I smirked. 

“Yup,” said Calvin, “We’re gonna follow the true Scottish traditional and fit in with the locals.”

His twinkling smile was infectious and though there was obviously no reason whatsoever for a black guy and a dark-skinned rugby-type not to wear kilts, the thought made me smile. For a fleeting moment I thought of two large cocks hanging down between two legs with nothing but kilt fabric to cover them and my cock started to stir. I quickly moved on to another subject and the moment passed.

Tom, his parents, the best man and friend were having dinner in the hotel that night and Abi and I were invited to join them, which we agreed to do. While changing in the room prior to going down, Abi was acting unusually fruity. She was frisky, squeezing my cock in the shower, kissing me and just generally being clingy. We didn’t have time for sex but I pointed out we would have time after dinner so she started to get ready.

“So black men in kilts,” she suddenly said.

“I don’t see why not,” I replied.

“I wonder if it’s true about black guys, and if so, how they would keep themselves under control while wearing a kilt with nothing under it,” she said.

“Funny Abi, I thought that too,” I said.

“I’ve only had one black guy and he was quite good in the sack and though nicely blessed, didn’t shape up to the porn star image in the equipment department,” she volunteered. “Have you ever seen a black guy’s cock?”

“Nope, not even at the gym. Only in the movies too.”

“I’ve often wondered………,” she said then drifted off, suddenly commenting on how late it was.

I tried to prompt her to continue but she was already putting on her shoes and hurrying me along. My cock was filling out again at the thought of Abi being a slut. I suppose that as we had been having quite missionary position sex for the last year, anything that made her more of a sex object turned me on and I had an idea of bringing the guys up in a fantasy story later when we got to bed in an effort to stimulate our sex life.

The dinner was enjoyable and the conversation easy, helped enormously by a selection of matching wines. Tom’s mum and dad didn’t come through to the lounge for coffee, saying they would have an early night and leaving Tom, the two guys and us to have coffee and brandies. We stayed awake another half hour before we all decided to head for bed. Tom was in the main building (in a room suitable for a bride and groom) and we were in another wing as were the guys.

On the way along the corridor Calvin again made comments on Abi’s beauty and how she was wasted on a “white man.” It was said tongue in cheek and not intended to be offensive. Leo chipped in saying how much black guys loved natural blondes. At the door to their twin room, they shook my hand and both, in turn, kissed Abi on the cheek, though Calvin ventured round to her lips, looking at me and winking as he did it. He was trying it on with my girl in front of me!

I might have been slightly annoyed but unfortunately my cock wasn’t!

Back in the room the pair of us fumbled, kissed and talked. Abi sucked my cock and commented on my hardness, even while drunk. 

“It’s got nothing to do with Calvin and Leo coming on to me, has it?” she asked.

“Well it is slightly erotic having two healthy specimens trying to pick up my girl in front of me.”

“You’re ok, I wouldn’t humiliate you by letting them go any further,” she said.

She hesitated and then added, “Unless it didn’t bother you.”

I came instantly all over her face.

“Oh fuck I’m so sorry,” I said. “The booze has made me a little sensitive.”

As she wiped her face on the towel she said, “Just the booze? I have a feeling you quite like the whole cuckolding thing.”

My little smile gave me away I think but I said nothing as I wasn’t really sure myself. Abi had no idea I had ever had any sexual contact with another guy.

The next day came and the ceremony went like clockwork. As both the wedding and reception happened in the hotel guests mingled much more than the old idea of church, then photographs then shipping 70 guests across the city to a hotel, more photographs and then a meal before another 60 or so evening guests descended on the wedding as the sun set. This way we all had a great day and had a great meal  before the evening group arrived.

Once the full 140 guests were underway and we were all very merry having started drinking with the late afternoon meal Abi and I were sitting chatting to my sister, Sarah and Tom. She looked radiant and even lanky Tom had a certain attractiveness in his Highland garb. Leo and Calvin turned up just as the bride and groom moved on and both sat across the table from me, and alongside Abi. As the chatted I was clearly aware that I could just see up Calvin’s kilt. I moved my position slightly and caught the top third of his cock hanging between his legs. Though soft, it looked big, very big. I was trying really hard to get a better view when I caught Leo’s eyes watching me, looking over to Calvin and then smiling.

I blushed!

He had that wicked twinkle again and looking briefly down, he opened his legs quite decisively and gently pulled the edge of his kilt slightly upwards making the view of his cock very easy to see. It looked equally thick and heavy and I could also see his balls hanging below.

“I always think these things get a bit boring later don’t you,” said Leo.

It took me a minute to focus on the fact he was talking to me.

“Um, eh, oh yes!, I mumbled.

“I always get a bit bored once everyone is up and dancing. Horny too.”

He looked over at Calvin and I saw him looking back and forth at us as he chatted to Abi. He smiled and I also noticed Abi’s cheeks were flushed.

“You’re naughty,” she was saying to Calvin.

“What is it?” I asked.

Calvin was asking what if I knew what three into one was?

I looked puzzled until I saw the pair of them smirking, Calvin’s white teeth dazzling in the light.

The two guys were chatting to each other so I slipped across to Abi to ask if she was all right. She said she was.

“I think they are angling for a four way with you in our room,” I said. Leo and Calvin were flashing their rather large cocks while sitting opposite me.”

“How big?” she asked.

“Very big,” I replied.

She formed an “O” with her mouth and then said, “What do you think about it? After all you’ll be the gooseberry.”

“I love gooseberries,” I said.

“Let’s see where this leads then,” she said.

My cock was rock hard, embarrassingly so!  Leo looked across, saw the raised fabric at the front of my kilt and smiled a massive smile.

“Affects you the same way then?”

I was a bit lost then realised he was continuing his previous conversation with me about evenings being boring at weddings.

“I’ve got a couple of chilled bottles of champagne snaffled in the fridge in our room if everyone fancies sneaking away from the part goers,” I said.

“You’re on,” said Abi. “It was meant for us tomorrow but I can’t think of a better use for it.”

We split and headed upstairs, meeting in the hall and heading for our rather grand room. I had pushed the boat out and was glad I had as the room had a massive modern queen size bed and colossal wet room plus a stand alone bathtub.

The guys were quite chilled and we were all a bit merry as we stumbled into the room. I was a little more than just merry though as an air of suggestion hung around everything and my cock was already semi-hard thinking about what might be about to happen. Of course everything would hinge on Abi and if she didn’t want it to proceed it wouldn’t. The guys sat side by side on the sofa, Abi on a chair and I opened the champagne. I perched on a chair opposite the guys and two dark cocks were immediately visible between their legs. They saw me looking and, quite independently, opened wider as though to say “Is this what you want to see fucking your girl?”

Strangely I wasn’t that excited about a foursome as such, I wanted to be forced to watch what happened rather than participate as a full fledged member of the gang bang. What I really wanted to do, I suppose was fuck her after she had been fucked ruthlessly. My cock was now at full mast and obviously visible to the guys as I was sitting on the arm of the chair and slightly higher. The kilt is quite unforgiving when your cock is at full length.

Abi said she wanted to pop to the toilet and freshen up. When she had gone, the guys looked at me.

“You want us to screw your girl then?” said Calvin.

I gently nodded.

“You want to watch us fuck her senseless?”

My cheeks went a little red as I nodded again, feeling like an embarrassed schoolboy.

“Come over here,” said Calvin.

I stood up and walked over just as both guys stood up to face me. Calvin looked me in the eye, close up and took my hand by the wrist and pushing it under his kilt. He forced my fingers open under his kilt and made me grip his massive thick cock. Taking his lead Leo did the same and I had both cocks in my hand. There was no doubt Calvin’s was massively long but the girth of Leo’s was alarming too and for a brief moment I wondered what it would be like trying to take either of them up my arse.

“She’s going to feel these inside her wet, juicy cunt soon. How do you feel about that?

I mumbled.

“Louder,” he said, “how do you feel about that?”

“I’d love to see it,” I whispered quietly.

“You’re going to see it and you’re going to lick it to get it ready. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He put his hand roughly up my kilt and gripped my rock hard, uncut dick.

“She’s going to feel real cock tonight,” he said squeezing my cock and running his thumb around the head, spreading my pre-cum which was pouring our the top. “Let’s go and help her get ready,” he said and headed for the bathroom.

Abi was in the large shower washing herself when all of us entered the room.

“You took your time,” she said.

They didn’t waste any time is stripping and she soon had two dark-skinned bodies washing her down in the shower. I stripped more slowly watching them kiss her, Calvin in front and Leo behind, grinding his cock against her arse. Calvin’s fingers were inside here washing, stroking and rinsing. Leo was at the rear, soapy fingers invading her arse. She was already whispering encouragement. As they looked like finishing their shower, I stepped in under the pretext that their hadn’t been enough room for four and I would wash quickly and join them. Abi was to engrossed to bother and I rather enjoyed not being needed.

The disappeared from the bathroom and I took my time, my mind guessing what they would be doing to her through in the room. The excitement and anticipation were driving me wild and I could hear the grunts and gasps of sex filtering through. I dried myself and wandered through. Abi was on the bed and Leo was between her legs licking her cunt. Calvin knelt at her head, his big cock snaking from her forehead to her chin as she attempted to lick it. Whatever Leo was doing he was doing well as little catlike sounds were emanating from Abi. I wandered over to the side of the bed, stroking my painfully hard cock and stood. Calvin put his hand out and gripped it. He seemed to have no qualms about handling a man’s organs. He gently wanked me and then slid his hand between my legs, a finger easing the entrance to my arsehole. He just played around and made no attempt to go any further but I found it highly erotic.

Leo stopped and clambered up the bed to sit astride Abi and put his cock in her mouth. Calvin replaced him between her legs and I offered my cock to Abi. She gripped me and was obviously surprised that it was like a rod of iron. My cock tend to fluctuate when having sex from a semi to hard and back so it rarely absolutely brick hard. She had a cock in each hands and alternated her sucking and licking between Leo and I.

She would gasp, draw in air and whimper as Calvin’s ministrations between her legs was obviously having a major impact. He would bring her to a high and then stop just as her gasps sounded as though she was heading for climax. This guy was an artist!

Abi looked so vulnerable lying there, her slim body stretched out on the bed, legs open, her cute and firm breasts sitting firmly above her chest while Leo massaged them. I had never been so turned on and I was doing nothing but watching. Calvin moved up to lie alongside her on the bed, his large cock looking as though it was a separate limb, hanging between his legs. He place his large lips over hers and kissed her. Leo was licking her nipples and Abi was whimpering like a puppy in pain though I was well aware these sounds were not of pain. 

I knelt on the bed, keeping out of their way, and kissed her body, sliding down the bed to lick her between the legs, sampling Calvin’s saliva mixed with her own ample juices. His large cock lay draped over her inner thigh and my cheek brushed against it, a trace of liquid trickling down to my lips. I looked at the cock, his foreskin a blue/black colour, sliding slightly back to exposed the glans beneath. His slit had a little bubble of pre-cum at the tip. On an impulse, I licked it off and heard a moan of pleasure from Calvin as my tongue found it’s way around the head of his cock. Calvin wasn’t one for delicacy as his hand gripped the back of my head and he forced me on to his cock.

“Suck it you bitch,” he commanded.

What was I to do? I put my mouth, with some effort over his cock head and felt the hot skin enter and slide down my throat. The salty taste of his juices mixed with my saliva and turned me on in a way I could never have imagined. I had only sucked a cock once before but this time it was so much more enjoyable.

A wave of excitement rushed through my head as though I had been taking poppers, and I grabbed him firmly and started sucking him like a hungry animal who had just been offered food. I slid back the skin, sucked the head, licked around it all while gripping his heave black balls in my other hand.

“Fuck that’s good,” exclaimed Calvin. “You really know how to suck!”

This drove me on and I was now kneeling over him sucking as though my life depended on it. He was still fondling and kissing Abi but Leo had moved around behind me and had parted my buttocks to spit between them and start to finger my arse. At this stage there was no way he was going to get his short, fat cock in me so I just relaxed and enjoyed being the slut I felt I was. Leo was rubbing the head of his cock up and down on my hole, occasionally the head would slightly part my sphincter but there was no way it was going in. I told him so.

“Not yet bitch, but by the time I’m finished you’ll manage it,” he said.

I rolled away, fearful he might force entry and Leo just moved between Abi’s legs to continue what Calvin had abandoned only a few minutes before. I moved up to Abi’s face and she looked at me and smiled, then winked. Calvin had moved slightly back from her so I bent over and kissed her warmly on the lips, again tasting his saliva which turned me on. Having the evidence of another man of my woman was proving to be quite an aphrodisiac.

Calvin looked Abi in the face, nodded to my hard cock and said, “I know that’s all your used to, but would you like Leo and I to let you feel what a real man is like?

Abi nodded to her toilet bag on the bedside table and muttered “KY and condoms.”

I assumed they had been brought for my benefit as I loved the silkiness of fucking with lubricant and we still used condoms for sex. I was so glad we had them. I was glad for Abi’s sake that Leo was entering her first as Calvin’s cock was a massive brute of a thing and though Leo’s was way bigger than mine it was around 7 inches but with a thick head. Just putting a condom on was proving difficult, stretching it over his thick cock head.

All three of us watched in fascination as Leo succeeded and pulled Abi around to lie on her back as he positioned himself enter her in the usual way, legs apart. Calvin lay alongside her and looked up at me.

“Suck my dick while she’s being fucked,” he commanded.

Though the idea excited, I was slightly embarrassed in front of my girlfriend.

“Suck it!” he repeated with more urgency.

I climbed on to the bed as Leo clambered on next to me and lowered my mouth to the leaking monster in front of me. I stretched my mouth over the head, attempting to take as much as I could, just as I heard Abi gasp alongside me.

“Take it easy,” she begged. “I’ll be fine once your in but just go easy.”

I looked to the side and say the large piece of black meat disappear inside Abi. He had her legs spread wide in a “V” shape so I had a perfect view of her being fucked.

“Listen, pussyboy, cup my balls and suck my dick,” said Calvin.

I gripped it as best I could and started sucking up and down, pulling back his foreskin to reveal the angry purple head and then engulfing around half of his thick 8 or 9 inch cock.

“Excellent. That’s good enough to make me pop my load.”

My wide eyes must have been enough to show my panic at that possibility.

“No pussyboy, not yet. I gotta fuck the little lady here first,” he reassured.

Leo was fucking wildly and Abi was enjoying every thrust. His cock was now fully up to the hilt with each downward push and Abi grunted every time he hammered into her.

“That’s one fine piece of cunt,” said Leo. “Tight, white and smooth!”

“Hey let me at it,” said Leo, sliding away from me and his cock popping out of my mouth.

Leo slid out obediently and Calvin had the same issues trying to get a standard Durex over his hosepipe cock. Leo’s cock stood erect, Ali’s juices along the condom clad skin. He grabbed my head and made me take him in his mouth, condom, juices and all. I was beginning to get into this cuckold thing and eagerly did as I was bidden. The latex taste was strangely erotic, especially knowing where it had been.

“Watch this,” said Calvin.

Abi still lay on her back, a satisfying whimper coming from her mouth. She looked as his cock headed or her cunt. He opened her legs and turned her slightly sideways so we could all see the action. Lining his cock to her gaping cunt, he slid his cock head in steadily without really taking it easy. Within 15 seconds the entire length was inside Abi to his balls. A whoosh of air exhaled from her as he entered, but no sooner was he in then her threw her fully on her back and started fucking in earnest.

“Oh yes, oh God yes, that’s amazing. Fuck me Calvin, fuck me hard,” she begged.

I was on all fours watching in amazement at this spectacle when Leo’s icy fingers slid straight in my arse.

“Holy shit!” I said.

“Shut up cunt,” he said as he spread more lube on his fingers and pushed three of them pushing into my arse.

I didn’t shut up as it wasn’t all that pleasant but Leo wasn’t listening anyway. He rolled his fingers around, his other hand holding my shoulder to stop me wriggling away.

He leaned closer and whispered in my ear really quietly,” Don’t you fancy a black cock in your cunt while your girlfriend gets one in hers?”

I didn’t reply but then, I stopped wriggling as well so I suppose he had his answer. Apart from the odd grunt from me the pain was subsiding. Next to be Abi was in seventh heaven and I don’t think she cared if I was there or not. Her groans were animal-like and Calvin’s cock looked positively obscene as it slid into her stretched cunt, the lips flaring out with each upward thrust and back in as he continued to impale her. I stroked my own hard cock as I watched and suddenly realised Leo had changed position and was already mounting my back. This was going to hurt but then again, I might never get the chance again.

As the foreskin slid back and his head stretched my arse, I thought I was going to pass out. My groans and attempts to pull my arse away were of no avail as Leo just kept thrusting while holding me firmly in place. Suddenly the needle-like pain subsided to be followed by a dull, full feeling. He started to fuck.

It wasn’t too pleasant but something in me wanted it to go ahead anyway so I decided to endure his thrusts. Abi was in heaven screaming encouragement to Calvin so as she was on her back, legs akimbo and I was on my knees, arse in the air, I was able to stretch and kiss her. I think at that point as the humping behind me was making the action of kissing difficult she realised what was happening to me as he eyes widened.

“You dirty slut,” she said, an evil twinkle in her eye.

“And what does that make you?” I queried.

“In heaven,” she said.

My cock was rock hard and leaking, Leo was now pounding me and Calvin was telling Abi he was about to cum. In true pornstar style, he pulled his long cock out of her in one slurping sound, ripped the condom off, and aimed it generally in the direction of her breasts. My face was slightly in line and I received a blast of cum across my right cheek before it deflected and dropped on Abi’s stomach with a splash.

Leo pulled out of me and quickly ripped open another condom before quickly taking Calvin’s place on top of Abi. He started to fuck with a vengeance. Whether it was his shorter but thicker cock or not, Abi’s response was much more vocal and I figured she wasn’t going to last long. I rolled over and placed my hands between Leo’s legs, fondling his balls as they swung against Abi and I wanked my own cock with my other hand.

Abi’s orgasm was noisy and amazingly quick for her and as her nails dug into his back, he emptied his sperm into her. Realising this was finale time I sent a jet of cum across the assembled group that a horny teenage boy would have been proud of.

We all flopped on the bed in heady mix of sweat and cum.

“Do you think we’ve been missed?” I asked.

“I hope not,” said Abi. “I don’t want to be the one to try to find an excuse for what we’ve really been doing.

Guilt kicked so the guys quickly slipped back to their room to freshen up and change and Abi and I did likewise. We hadn’t been missed, thankfully.

As a postscript, it transpires Calvin lives just 60 miles from us and Leo visits him regularly. I can’t wait.

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Note:  This chapter is a repeat of chapter one, however from a different point of view.  Chapter one was from ‘Strong’, the badass dominant, while this chapter is from the POV of Leonard, the ‘tamed’ bodybuilder.

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Ralph was sitting on the stoop when I opened the door, but so was Dan.  They both turned when I looked at them through the screen.  I’d just dragged myself out of bed leaving Adam sleeping, so I was nude of course.  I just stood there for a minute without saying anything, letting them have a look.

And look they did, up and down and up and down, both of them licking their lips.  I grabbed my dick and gave it a waggle and smiled.

Ralph was a delight.  He was like a little cherub, cute as the dickens, looking like he was barely a teenager although I knew he was eighteen.  He knew I liked him looking young, so he had a boy’s haircut just to please me and to keep himself looking young.  And I think those sweet looking rosy cheeks might not have been completely natural either.  He was not only young, but he was a little guy; only about 5”4’ and weighing in at about 120 pounds.

But that doesn’t’ mean he wasn’t built.  He wasn’t at all skinny, he was just tiny.  A tiny little guy with shapely pecs and ribbed abs, and beautifully muscled shoulders and bulging arms.  In fact, for such a little guy, he had amazing biceps, which measured out at almost fifteen inches.  I liked my boys well-built, obviously muscular with beautiful physiques.

 Dan was more of a hunk than Ralph.  He was taller, 5’8”, same height as me, and definitely huskier than Ralph.  Not overly big, but anybody sees him thinks, yeah, he’s a hunk, he’s built.   His delightful body showing the results of many hours of dedicated weightlifting.  And, of course, he’s handsome.  Not cherubic like Ralph, but handsome, looking every bit of his nineteen years.

Both of these boys, along with Adam, worked out with me on a regular basis, so of course they were well built, and I made sure they stayed in perfect physical condition.

Adam was my third boy, and he wasn’t my type at all.  He was a little guy just like Ralph at 5’4″, but he was very young and very, very muscular, almost a competitive bodybuilder in his own right.  Once he was ready, he would compete in the ‘212’ contests.  That’s the contest for those under 5’5″ tall and under 212 pounds in weight.  He was almost ready.

He was obviously too big to be your standard boy-toy and with that body of his, he probably could have collected some boy-toys of his own.  But he had been so persistent, literally following me around like a puppy with his tongue hanging out for weeks, so I couldn’t help but finally take him in.  Besides, being nearly a competitive bodybuilder himself, he really understood what it meant to worship muscles; he was a very talented worshiper.   And, you wouldn’t believe the amazing things he could do with his mouth and tongue.  And, best of all, he never seemed to get tired and could go on for hours.  And I admit, I love seeing and feeling those delightful bulging muscles while he’s doing me.  Oh yeah, do I ever appreciate those muscles.

So, anyway, Adam was my third.  He says he’s eighteen but I doubt it, but he could be; a very young eighteen.

Adam was still in bed while Ralph and Dan were sitting here on the stoop.  Ralph was blond; not a towhead or anything, but just a sun-bleached beach-boy blond, while Dan was a brunet.  I gave my dick another waggle and smiled at them as they stood up.

“What are you doing here Dan?” I asked.  “You know this is Ralph’s day.”

“Please, Len.  Please, sir” he sputtered.  “I just wanted …  I wanted ….  I just wanted to be here …. to be here to …. to help.”

“To help how?”

“Anything.  Anyway I can” he said.  “I …. I …. I just wanted to see you, sir.  To be with you for ….”

“This is Ralph’s day” I repeated.

“I told him that, Len” Ralph said.  “I told him that.”

“I know that” Dan answered me.  “But I just wanted ….  I wanted ….  I’ve missed you, sir.  P-please, may I ….”

“Alright, come on in, both of you” I said and couldn’t help but get a big grin on my face.  Dan was not a shy boy ordinarily, but with me he had trouble putting two words together.  He was so obsessed with me, so smitten and so in love that he was constantly tongue-tied.   Seldom if ever could he put a whole sentence together when talking to me.  Seeing this hunk acting like an awestruck little tyke made him look so cute and so lovable.  I found him absolutely adorable.

 I gave each of them a quick peck on the lips and a pat on the rump as they came in the house.

“This is Ralph’s day” I repeated for the third time.

“I know, sir” Dan said.  “I’ll keep out of the way, I promise.  I just ….  I just w-want to …. to …. to …. to be here.”

“Well, keep your dick in your pants” I said.  Dan had a heck-of-a lump showing in the tight biker shorts he was wearing, but that was only normal for him, because, hell, anytime he got within ten feet of me he got a hard-on.  It was an automatic thing for him.  “This is not your time” I said.

“Yes, sir” he answered.

I followed Ralph into the bathroom where he was getting out the shaving equipment.

“Can I ….” Ralph asked as I entered the room.

“Yes, of course” I said.  “Just like always.”  He quickly kicked off his shoes, pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his shorts.  Just that quick he was down to just a skimpy g-string, a black one.  This was normal since I allowed them to strip while shaving me, and they tended to get wet anyway.  Getting me ready for a contest was a special time for us.  

Dan came in but of course knew better than to ask if he could  strip.  This was not his time and I was allowing him here on good behavior only.

Ralph and Dan took turns getting me ready for the bodybuilding contests which happened every three to four weeks.  Today was Ralph’s turn.  We used a shaving brush and made our own lather, not that spray can stuff, and we used a straight razor and a leather razor strop, just like in the olden days barber shops.

Starting with my face. Ralph lathered me up and started shaving me.  Ralph always got hard when shaving me; well actually so did Dan.  As I said, Dan was always hard when around me anyway.   But having me standing there naked in front of them and them being able to touch my body from top to bottom really turned them on.

And they knew it was special.  They knew it was an honor to get me ready for a show, and they knew how important it was.  If I was a winner, so were they.

I just stood there while Ralph gently worked his way down my body removing any semblance of hair that was there.

“Your dick is showing” I said to him once because his cock had come out of the pouch he was wearing.  Then, after it popped out for the third time I said:  “You need a bigger g-string.”

“Sorry, sir” he said to me.  “I think I need to tighten the string that’s holding it together.”

“I think you better start wearing a jock strap when you do this” I said with a chuckle.  “You need something to hold your weinee in place.”  

Dan stood in the corner behind the toilet, staying out of the way and just watching, although he actually made some moaning sounds a couple times.  He was getting turned on by the scene even though he was not participating.   I told him to keep his prick in his pants, but I didn’t tell him he couldn’t play with it, so he had his hand on his crotch massaging it gently the whole time, and he was definitely turned on.

“Okay, I’m done” Ralph finally said after he had worked his way down my legs.

“Sir.  Please.” Dan said.  “Can I ….  Can I ….  Please.”  He had been standing there patiently watching but he is definitely not known for his patience.  Right now, I could see him sweating, his t-shirt completely soaked through, his was face was red, and he was literally shaking with lust.

“Dan.  You know you can’t” I said to him.

“Sir.   I ….  I ….  I ….” he sputtered.  He was almost out of control with anxiety.

Ralph laughed.  “I can see he’s going crazy, Sir” he said to me.  “Maybe we better let him participate before he has a panic attack.  It’s okay.  I don’t mind.”

“Okay, Dan.  But only this time” I said.  He pulled off his wet shirt, his shorts and underwear, and his shoes in about eight seconds and got on his knees.

I waited while Ralph turned the water on in the shower and got the temperature right, and then entered, letting the slightly cool water wash off the bits of shaving cream left on my body.  Ralph jerked off his g-string, got on his knees, climbed in and took my dick in his mouth.  Five seconds later Dan joined him and started licking my balls.

This was also standard practice before a contest.  I always got a blowjob the morning of a contest from the boy whose turn it was to shave me.  Although having two mouths servicing me was not common, this wasn’t the first time it had happened.  All the events of contest days were special and were treasured by me and by my boys.  All three of them attended the contests, but only one had the opportunity to get me ready.  They were supposed to take turns, and even Adam got involved sometimes, but it was difficult because contest days were really, really special.  Everyone wanted to participate in the preparations.  

They were special because I had to be at my best.  I had to be perfect.  And the most important thing in my life these days was these bodybuilding contests.  Yes, right up there equal to breathing, bodybuilding was my life.  My body is just about as perfect as a body can get, and all I have to do is convince the judges of that.  

It was all dependent on the judges, of course, but I had hopes that today would be my day.  I have never won a contest, but most recently at the ‘Lucas County Invitational’ in Toledo, I’d come in second.  And I had taken the ‘Most Muscular’ title.  Yeah, most muscular, so you know I’m big.  I’m 5’8″ and weight 218 and a half pounds, and it’s all super defined gym-built muscle.  Hey, I’m gorgeous.

Hell, yes, I’m gorgeous.  My physique is sheer perfection, and if all goes well, I’ll take the ‘Mr. Pro Cincinnati’ today.  This is definitely my time.  And after today I intend to take at least one of the Ohio state titles: The Ohio Arnold Classic, the IFBB Pro Cleveland Classic, the Ohio State Grand Prix, and the premier show, Mr. Ohio, held in Columbus.  Better yet, I’d like to take all four of them.  Nobody’d ever done that before, so here was my chance.

Don’t laugh.  You gotta see me.  Yes, I can say I’m gorgeous, and of course I’m vain, but I deserve to win all four of those state titles.

I was fully hard now and Ralph was proving that he could take all eight inches of my fat prick into his throat.  Dan knew it was Ralph’s turn so he didn’t try for my dick but just slurped on my balls leaving Ralph with the main attraction.   After a bit he went around and stuck his tongue up my ass.  Dan was totally dedicated to me and used every opportunity he had to show his true reverence, and since he knew how much I loved having my ass licked he was thrilled when he had the chance to do it for me.

I wanted my morning blowjob, especially on contest days, to be long and drawn out with the exquisite feeling of a talented mouth taking me right up to the edge and keeping me there.  Ralph was particularly good at this, going slow and forcing the head of my prick into his throat.   I expected him to get me on the edge of excitement and keep me there for a good half hour if possible, and that is what he was trying to accomplish.

After a bit Dan came back around and joined Ralph.  There is something special about two mouths on your dick and since Ralph and Dan have had plenty of practice at sharing, they were incredibly good at it.  Working together, they knew exactly what it took to get me hot and keep me there.

So, I didn’t have to do anything except stand there, hands on hips, and accept their allegiance until I was ready to blow.  And they were right on, keeping the pleasure going for close to half an hour.

“Ooooooo yeaaaaaah” I finally muttered, reaching my peak.  Dan leaned back and let Ralph take over and he swallowed me whole as I fired my first shot.  “Yeeeeaaaah” I yelled as I fired into his throat.  Then he pulled back quickly, coming off my cock completely so my second shot hit him right in the eye.  Dan moved back in so my third shot landed on his cheek.  Then, giggling in excitement, the two of them squeezed in cheek to cheek, as I fired shot after shot of juice into their faces.

“Oh damn.  That was perfect guys.  Shit yes, that was perfect.”   I was panting as I leaned back against the wall of the shower with the water still spraying down on me; down on us.  “Yeah, that was good.”  I bent down and grabbed each of them by the ears and gave them a quick kiss on the lips.  “Okay, let’s get it done” I said.

They each grabbed a bar of soap and a washcloth, and starting at my feet, worked their way up my body, gently washing me.  Since it was Ralph’s day, so he did most of the washing including washing my hair, but when he was finished they each got a towel and shared the drying off process.  So, this was the morning ritual on contest day.  

Now, do I need to tell you about us, about me?

I’m a bodybuilder.  I can say that I am sheer perfection in the human animal.  And since I’m gay, I have quite a following, boys lusting over me all over the place.  And I have three pets: Ralph, Dan, and Adam.  All three of them are dedicated into sthenolagnia, consummate body worshipers.  I picked them special for their good looks and have turned them into dedicated gym bunnies, so they are beautiful.  I call them pets because they are like little puppies following me around and lusting after me.  Actually, they are completely slavish and any one of them would happily give their right arm for me.

I suppose you could say they are my lovers, all three of them.  They undoubtedly loved me, heart and soul, and they worshiped me, they worshiped my body.  Of course, they were here to serve, that was their function, to serve me and provide for my needs.  That was the bargain we had, and they accepted that they had to share my love equally    

But don’t believe for a minute that it was all one-sided.  They got a lot of love from me in return for their worship and their service.

 But, I do admit, I enjoy having three beautiful slave boys around who will do anything for me, absolutely anything.  And since we’re all gay, that means my prick gets all the attention it can handle.

All three of the boys still live with their parents, some of the time anyway, but they were always available.  At least one of them stayed with me most every night.  I had a second bedroom and sofa’s in both the living room and the den so I had plenty of room for all of them.

If I said I was openly gay I would be exaggerating since I’m straight as an arrow within the bodybuilding scene.  The stupid public doesn’t expect a musclebound hunk like me to be gay anyway, so I play the game.

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The high school weight room that was available had a few free weights and little else, and the locker room/changing room was crowded and had no privacy.  Definitely not the best arrangements for the contest but we had to make due.  As always, I had a quick workout at home and brought a pair of dumbbells along with us for last minute pumping.   That way I didn’t have to fight for the mediocre equipment in the school weight room.

We use Pro Tan, overnight competition color which we pat on.  We used to use the spray on type, which required dragging along all the spraying equipment, but the boys didn’t like it.  They liked the pat on type so they could do all the touching.  The results were the same so I let them have their fun.

My posing strap was blue today, navy blue.  Again, since it was Ralph’s day he picked it out.  It was amazing what little things like this meant so much to my boys.  They were literally thrilled whenever I let them make a decision or allow them to do something special for me.

As I said, I’d worked out at home so I didn’t do too much with the dumbbells.  I wanted a good solid pump but I didn’t want to start sweating.

Of course, I checked out the competition, wandering back and forth between the weight room and the locker room.  And that got me excited.  Yes, there were some beauties there, but honestly, I didn’t see anyone that could give me much of a run for the title.  And Ralph agreed.

“Damn, Len, there ain’t nobody here that can hold a candle to you” he said excitedly.  “That guy Jerrell looks pretty good, he’s got the definition, but he’s not as big as you.”   Ralph knows bodybuilding, in fact he would make a good judge.  He goes to all the contests, even when he can’t go with me, and he’s studying anatomy at the local JC.   “We’ve fuckin got it made” he blurted out much too loud, and then caught himself.  “We’ve got it made” he repeated with a whisper since we were in the locker room with people everywhere.

“Yeah, I think so” I said softly, trying to keep my voice down and control my excitement.  “Jesus, I think you’re right.”   Hey, I think I told you, I’ve never won a contest although I’ve been trying for almost two years.  Let me tell you, this is exciting.

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Well, guess what?  I won.  Yeah, I won.  Not only the Pro Mr. Cincinnati in the open contest, but the most muscular as well.  First place!   Even among the applause and shouts of the crowd I heard my boys, all three of them, screaming their lungs out.  Actually, I think they were more excited than I was.

They took a number of pictures of me with the trophies for the Cincinnati Enquirer, and for the muscle building mags, and the photographer actually wanted me to stand there holding them.  I put the kibosh on that in a hurry because the damn Cincinnati trophy was almost three feet high, and the most muscular one wasn’t a hell of a lot smaller.  I’d look like a fool standing there holding the monstrous things.  They finally agreed to put them on the table next to me.

But then they brought in the gorgeous models, a blond and a brunet.  Even me, a gay man, could appreciate them; they were gorgeous.  They were stripped down to the tiniest of bikini’s, mere patches on each tit and in their snatch.  The photographers went crazy, getting us in all kind of positions, some of them rather compromising, but the girls were great, completely professional.

I wasn’t the only winner, of course, because there is first, second, third, fourth, and fifth place in the Pro Mr. Cincinnati contest, the open contest.  Then there were the first five places in the 212 Olympia, as well as the men’s physique contest, and the women’s physique contest.

So, there was a lot of picture taking going on when that guy walked in.

I saw him as just a movement out of the corner of my eye, something big coming in the door.   It caught my attention so I looked over that way.   Jesus!  The guy was huge and he was gorgeous.  Literally mind-blowing.  It took me one-half second to make that judgement, and in the next half second, as my eyes snapped back for a second look, I noticed that everyone else was looking as well.  It only lasted for a second or two but for those seconds he seemed to have everyone’s attention, a whole lot of eyes popping out of their heads.  Then everyone’s eyes went back to …. whatever.  But I know damn well that every contestant in the contest, every bodybuilder in the room, was taken by him, maybe in awe.

He wasn’t grotesque in any way, in fact he seemed to be perfectly put together, but he was huge.  Enormous.  Probably three hundred pounds, all of it very well put together bulging muscle.  He was tall, taller than any of the contestants, but it’s all relative.  He was well over six foot which is tall to me since I’m 5’8″.  I took another glance and caught his eye and saw that he was definitely looking right at me.  I quickly looked away.  Intimidated?  Hell no.  I just won the Pro Mr. Cincinnati Contest.  Why would I be intimidated?  But, wow, what a body.

I am not attracted to tall guys or big guys, not at all.  In fact, I’m particularly attracted to small guys; little guys like Ralph and Adam who are both 5’4″.  Actually, Dan is rather tall for me, being my own height, while Adam is built like a brick shit house, but, hey, I’m a big guy and all three of them are like toys that I can carry and toss around and have fun with like little playthings.   I didn’t build these muscles for nothing.

As you’ve probably guessed I’m a top, now and always.  And I’m into sthenolagnia, that’s extreme muscle worship.  I call it extreme because it’s my top priority; muscle worship.  Worshiping muscles.  Worshiping my muscles that is.  Guys worshiping my muscles.  Okay, so I’m vain and conceited, but with justification.  I’m gorgeous, awesome actually, so any trick I pick up is going to be awestruck by my body and is not only going to worship me, every inch of me, but he is going to be totally submissive to my needs.  I’ll see to it.  Admittedly, It’s one sided since I take and they give, but since I’m such a hunk, anybody I pick up is thrilled to be chosen and more than willing to serve and obey..  Besides, I don’t usually mind them jerking off, and I’ve been known to jerk a guy off myself.

So I’m a conceited shit, but it works and the guys fight to try to get my attention.  

But this guy was special.  Really big and really impressive.  One of those people whom everybody notices.  In fact, most of the contestants in today’s contest who were still milling around getting pictures taken, were looking at him.  

Then the weirdest thing happened.  I had a quick flash, just a split-second image, of me on my back with my legs up, and this guy, this muscle man ramming his dick into me.  I even felt a quick twitch in my butt.  

WTF.  I actually gulped as I quickly looked away. And I started to sweat, which ain’t good when you’re taking pictures.  The photographer had to wipe the sweat off my brow a couple times in order to finish the shoot.

For the next ten minutes or so, while they were finishing up the photo shoot I saw the guy out of the corner of my eye, walking around staring at me.  Totally focused on me and never looking away.  Yeah, I could almost feel it, his eyes totally glued to me.  Anybody else it wouldn’t have mattered, I mean, I was the winner, the center of attention, but him, that enormous hunk, it made me nervous.

Since I was the winner of the contest I didn’t have to use the locker room and the communal shower.  They gave me the high school coach’s office and shower to clean up in.  The instant I closed the door to the office Ralph screamed (Yeaaaah) and leaped into my arms.  “We won, we won, we won” he yelled as he wrapped his arms and legs around me.

He’d been holding his excitement in abeyance this whole time waiting for us to be alone, but now he let it out and screamed with joy.  We kissed and kissed and kissed as I kind of danced around the room with Ralph in my arms.  Yeah, Ralph is excitable, and so am I.

“Oh shit, Len.  This is so wonderful” he finally said as we began to calm down.  “We gotta celebrate.”

“Oh, yeah, we’ll celebrate” I said and gave him another kiss.

“Let me do you, Len.  Please.  Right now” he said and he grabbed my crotch.  I laughed and slapped his hand away.

“What about Dan and Adam?” is asked with a chuckle.  “Don’t they get to celebrate too?”

“Today’s my day, Len.  It’s my turn.  I’m here first.  Let me do you now.”

“No way, Ralph” I laughed and slapped his hand away from my dick again.  “You know Dan and Adam are waiting outside.  We’ll celebrate together just as we planned.”

“Oh, shit” he said, but he laughed along with me.  He knew we’d already planned the celebration for the day that I won a contest, and I was looking forward to it.  It might wear my dick out but it was definitely going to be fun.

Ralph sat in the coach’s chair and put his feet up on the desk, acting the bigshot.  “Well, hurry up and shower” he laughed.  “We need to get this celebration on-the-road.”   I pulled off my posing pouch and climbed into the shower.

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So, I took a leisurely shower, just standing under the water for the longest time, gradually changing the temperature going from warm to cool and then to cold.  

“Ralph,” I called out.  “Call Dan and Adam and tell them we’ll be out in ten minutes.”  There was no answer so I called again.  “Ralph?”  Still no answer.  I turned off the shower and opened the door.

“Hey man, you really wowed them” the guy said who was standing there in front of me with a towel in his hand.  I was shocked of course, and actually stepped back.  It was the hulk.  The huge guy who had been staring at me during the photo shoot.

Did I say huge?  Yeah, huge.  I gulped in apprehension.   Was I intimidated?  Hell, yes, I was.  This guy was enormous.  I had to look up at him since he was at least half a foot taller than me.

“The crowd was wild about you, man” he said giving me huge smile.  I think I mentioned that he was not only the incredible hulk, but he was strikingly handsome, so his smile was devastating.

He reached forward and rubbed the towel down the cleavage of my chest.  “Absolutely wild” he said.

“Ah…., ah…., thanks” I stuttered as he handed me the towel.  “I …. I ….  ah …. well, thanks”

“Strong here” the guy said, sticking out his hand.  “Glad to meet you.”  Tossing the towel over my shoulder, I shook his hand.

“Ah, hi” I said as I began to collect myself.  “I’m Leonard, Len.  Ah …. Strong?”

“Yeah, Strong” he laughed.  “My nickname from way back.  But it fits.”. I laughed along with him.

“I guess it does” I said.  “Yeah, I guess it does.”  Jesus, yes.  If not strong I would call him ‘colossal,’ the Colossus of Rhodes.  That would fit perfectly.    “Where’s Ralph?” I asked.

“You mean the kid that was here?” he asked.  “The cute tyke?  I sent him on his way.  I wanted a couple minutes with you.”  That’s when I noticed the knocking on the door.  Strong had evidently tossed Ralph out and locked the door.

“Oh yeah?” I said.  “You ….”  

Interrupting me, he stepped forward, grabbed my shoulders and kissed me.   Of course he startled the hell out of me, coming at me like that but as I stepped back he raised one of his massive arms and put it behind my head holding me there.  I was so startled that I didn’t fight him at all, but just let him go at it.  I wasn’t returning the kiss but I couldn’t do much about it since I was backed against the shower door and he was holding my head.

He was one hell of an aggressive kisser.

As he held me there while trying to stick his tongue down my throat, I felt his other hand grab my rock hard deltoid and give it a squeeze.  Then he moved to my bicep and gave it a squeeze.  I flexed my arm making the bicep expand; I mean, it’s an automatic reaction; anybody feels your bicep you automatically flex it.

I came to a quick realization: he was hot for my body.

He was a hell of a kisser, he was incredibly handsome, he was hugely muscular, he was very intimidating, and he was unbelievably aggressive.  His free hand worked my delt’s and bi’s and then my trap’s, massaging and squeezing my ripped body.  Obviously obsessed with sthenolagnia, he was a real muscle worshiper.   So, I kissed him back.  Yeah, I returned the kiss.

Now I’m a top, I’m the dominant in any situation.  But this guy, this guy was overwhelming.  He was like nobody I’d ever encountered, coming on to me with an absolute blitzkrieg, and I was royally turned on.  

I guess I wasn’t thinking clearly, because I swear, it seemed like I was melting in his arms; his enormously strong bulging arms with twenty-one-inch biceps.  I returned the kiss with a vengeance and put my arms around his massive body.

I was so far gone that I didn’t even react when his hand went down to my ass and he jerked me hard, slamming me against his crotch.  Keeping his hand on my ass he was almost crushing me against his hard body.

“It’s no wonder you won the most muscular, Len” he said as he briefly pulled back from the kiss.  “You’re gorgeous.”

“Ahhh …., ahhh …..,” I sputtered, momentarily speechless,  but he immediately went back to the kiss, shutting me up.  I didn’t have a clear understanding of what I was doing and I couldn’t deal with his aggressiveness, so I simply kept hugging him and returning the kiss.

He was still holding my head with one hand, while his other hand was busy.  He was feeling up my muscular back and shoulders and then returning to my ass, squeezing and caressing my cheeks and sliding a finger up and down my crack.

“I want you, baby” he whispered softly in my ear as he pulled back and looked me in the eye from just inches away.  When was the time anyone ever dared to call me ‘baby’.  Me, the most dominant stud on the block.  ‘Master’ maybe, or perhaps ‘Boss’, but I was never anyone’s ‘baby’.  Nobody would have dared call me that.

  Oh shit.  What have I got myself into?

“Hey, man ….” I started to say, but he went back to the kiss to shut me up.

Did I say I was a top, always a top?  Well, this guy’s aggressive attack was turning me on.  I was not only returning the kiss and hugging him against me, I was getting hard.

No question this guy is a forceful assertive top, accustomed to getting his way, but who would have ever thought he was gay in the first place?  An enormous hunk like him?  It’s no surprise that he’s so aggressive being so big, a guy like him is always in control.  But the surprise is how turned on I am.  He had me totally intimidated and completely under his intoxicating aura.

 I was returning his kiss with abandon and feeling up his enormous traps while he was groping my ass with his big hand.  But what was he thinking?  What was I thinking?  I guess there wasn’t much question about him since he was still sliding his finger up and down my crack.  But I didn’t get fucked. I’ve never been fucked.  

I tried to pull back from the kiss but he got a good grip on my hair and held me there, and somehow, I could not stop kissing him back.

“You are so beautiful” he whispered breathlessly into my mouth as he eased up slightly on the kiss.  At the same time, he gave my ass cheek a squeeze, pulled me even tighter against him and moved his hips rubbing his enormous hard-on against me.  Yes, enormous.  No question about it, and he was hard.

Then he pushed, forcing me to step back, but still holding me tight and continuing the kiss.  He kept pushing until I was back in the shower with my back against the shower wall.  I kept trying to get away from the kiss to tell him to stop, but he held me tight by my hair and kept his tongue in my mouth.

I think I wanted him to stop.  I think that’s what I wanted anyway.  I needed a break, a pause to rethink what I was doing.  I needed to face reality and accept that this giant was going to make me into his pussy.  No doubt about it.

I tried harder to get away, but he had me against the wall now, and he was very strong.  I couldn’t budge him.  Then I heard a sound from his throat, the son-of-a-bitch was chuckling.  He was laughing.  He was laughing at my pitiful antics of trying to get away.  He evidently thought that I was really being cute by futilely trying to get away from him.

Then he twisted my hair and I let out a yelp.  Twisting it hard, he forced my head back and to the side as he aggressively kissed me, a lip bruising powerful kiss.  I moaned.  Partially from the pain, but I think more from the passion.  He was …. he was just so overwhelming, so devastatingly powerful.

He pulled back from the kiss and looked down at me.  “I want you, baby” he said.  He was still twisting my hair forcing me to squint, but now he stared into my face.

I melted.  Right there, right on the spot, in his arms as he looked down at me from his height.   Jesus, he was …. he was ….  I couldn’t resist him.  I simply had never come across anyone as aggressive; as hugely muscled and perfectly handsome and so powerful and demanding.  I simply couldn’t deal with it.  I surrendered.

He went back to the kiss, but much softer and more loving this time.  Then he banged his crotch against me and at the same time, crammed a finger up my butt.  

“Yeeaaooh” I yelped and tried to pull away.  However, since he had me jammed against the wall, I couldn’t move.  He was still pulling my hair, sticking his tongue down my throat, and now twisting his finger in my tight hole.

And just like a light turning on, I moaned.  Not a moan of pain, but a moan of lust.  A moan of excitement.  No, I had never had anybody stick their finger up my butt, but it was absolutely electrifying.  And it wasn’t just anybody’s finger, it was the finger of the biggest, best looking, most devastatingly gorgeous, most dominant muscle man I’d ever seen, or even imagined.

I was now completely under his power.  I was his toy.  He was hot and I was hot and whether I liked it or not, I knew he was going to use me.  .

Grabbing me by the shoulders, he gave me a quick twist, turning me around, and pushing me against the wall.  Then he rammed his crotch against me again, but now against my bare butt.  

I felt him bite my neck and hoped he didn’t give me a hickey.  

“You’re gorgeous, Len” I said.  “I gotta have you.”

He grabbed my chin with a big hand and twisted my head around so he could go back to the kiss.  Holding my head and kissing me, I felt him doing something with his other hand and then heard him unzip.  He was getting his prick out.  And I had no doubt about what he planned to do with it.

But right now, I was just too far gone to do anything about it anyway.  This huge man.  This dominant creature.

In fact, I wanted this man to use me.  I wanted him to control me and dominant me. I wanted to be his toy.  I had never felt this way before in my life, and he would never have occurred to me that I would ever want to feel this way.   Totally under control; under a demi-god’s control.  A mere pawn to be used for his pleasure.  I was gone.  My hands were splayed against the wall in complete surrender; I was making no attempt to get away from him

He was still messing around with his pants, evidently having trouble getting his dick out.  But it’s no wonder.  From what I had felt pressing against my butt, he was as humongous down there as he was everywhere else.

Then I felt his dick slide into my crack.

“Oh baby, you are so hot” he gasped as he pulled back from the kiss.  He gave my ear a quick lick and then bent down and started kissing my neck.  Then I felt his prick start to move, sliding up and down my crack as he slowly began to hump my butt.  One of his hands was still holding my head, but with his free hand he reached around me and grabbed my pec.  He actually gasped as he groped the rock hard bulging muscle.  I couldn’t help but smile at his obvious admiration.  Here was a true appreciator of muscle, someone who truly understood what being a muscleman was all about.

“You are so beautiful” he muttered under his breath.  “So beautiful.”

As he continued licking and kissing my  neck, he gave my pec another squeeze and then reached up and stuck four fingers in my mouth.  Without a word being said, I obeyed his very clear demand and sucked.   I was definitely under his spell, sucking on his fingers.  After only a moment, he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and held his hand there.

“Spit for me, baby” he ordered “Gimmy some spit.”  Yeah, he ordered, and without objection, I obeyed, spitting into his hand.  His obedient servant.  He wasn’t kissing me now, but was still holding my head and panting loudly against my cheek.  However, it wasn’t just him that was panting.  We were both hot, really hot.

I felt him reach down and evidently rub my spit on his throbbing pecker.  Hell yes, throbbing.  I could feel it against my ass.  Then he jammed a finger up my ass again, getting a grunt out of me.  No, it was two fingers.  Two big fat fingers jammed in there and wiggling around, loosening me up.

Then, almost immediately, I felt the head of his prick press against my little crack.

He pushed.

And pushed, and pushed.  

I was always the top in any relationships.  I was the fucker, not the fuckee.  So I was a virgin and this guy’s dick was huge but he had unlimited power behind him, so he was going to open me up no matter what.  But I knew enough about fucking to know to push back, pretending to fart to make the entrance easier.

I knew it was going to hurt, but, Jesus, it was even worse that I thought and I let out a loud gasp as he began to open me up.

Now, I’m a man.  A manly man, a real muscleman.  And even under these circumstances I have a reputation to keep up.  Besides, any bodybuilder is accustomed to pain, intense pain.  The only way to build muscle is through the pain of breaking down the muscle and rebuilding it.  So, no way was I going to break down and scream like some wimpy little faggot.

I’m all muscle, even my ass, so I knew he wouldn’t get his monster dick into me easily, but I also knew that he was going to make that hard-as-steel rod of his make its way into me no matter what.

“Aaaaaack” came out of my mouth.  Not a scream or a yell, but a soft moan as my ass hole opened up like it had never been opened up before.  

“Push, baby.  Push” he whispered to me.  “It’ll make it easier.”  So, I did.  I pushed back hard, just like I was going to take a good shit, and that humongous whanger of his slid right in, the first inch or so anyway.

  “Ooooooooh shiiiiit” I groaned as he entered me.  I couldn’t help it.  “Jesus, you’re big” I moaned.  I don’t usually pay much attention to the size of a guy’s dick, it doesn’t interest me.  But I knew damn well that this guy’s was bigger than most.  He was bigger than me.

Thank God, he stopped there with only an inch or so stuffed in me, giving me a chance to catch my breath and begin to accustom myself to the feeling of a beer can up my butt.

“Give it a minute, baby.  It’ll get better” he whispered in my ear.  “You’re going to love it”   He did give me another minute and then he started to move.  Reaching around, he grabbed two handfuls of bulging pectoral muscle, giving them a squeeze, and then pushed, forcing another couple inches into me.

“Ooooh, shit, Strong” I moaned.  “Je-sus.  Take it easy.  Take it easy.”

“It’s okay, baby” he said in my ear.  “I’ll go easy.  You know it’s going to get better.”  He pulled back just an inch or so and pushed again.  “Feels fabulous to me, baby.  Absolutely fabulous.”  

He gave my pec’s another squeeze and pushed again.  “Oh, man, you are so fine” he moaned.  Yeah, moaned in absolute salacious lust.  No doubt about it.  

Hey, I just won the contest.  I know how gorgeous I am, and this guy is a true appreciator of muscle, so there’s no question he was excited.  Taking me, controlling me, fucking me.  Me, Mr. Body Beautiful, he was undoubtably having the time of his life.

He gave my pec’s another squeeze and gave my ear a lick and rammed into me.  Yeah, in one shot, rammed in, forcing his probably foot long prick into me.

 “Ohhhh, fuuuuck” I groaned.  I wanted to scream, but I kept it to a moan.  At least I knew he was done.  He had that humungous schlong all the way up my ass.  The worst was over.

I was sweating up a storm, and I could feel him sweating against my back.  He just stood there now, gently squeezing my pecs but not moving, giving me a chance to get used to being opened up.  The initial pain when he slammed into me had been intense, but now, already it was easing up.  My ass was already accepting the enormous rod that had just ripped me open.

“Ready, baby? ” he asked.  “Huh?  Are you ready?”  I was still panting and didn’t react to his comment.  “Tell me you’re ready, baby” he said.  “Tell me.”

He asked me?  He actually asked me if I wanted him to fuck me?  So far he hadn’t given a damn what I thought and was just overpowering me and making use of me.  But hell, I was beyond the point of no return anyway.  I was totally under his power, and there’s no question I wanted it.  I wanted this guy, this superman, to take me.

“Okay, Strong.  Okay” I gasped.   “I’m ready.”  

I felt him slowly pull out, and then slowly push back in; into the hilt; all the way.  “Ooooooh” was the long soft moan I made as he pushed in.

“Okay, baby.  Here we go” he said.

He started fucking me.  In and out, almost all the way and then back in deep., not going fast but keeping a steady movement.  It hurt, hell yes it hurt, by not at all like the initial penetration.  I knew from experience, from the many, many boys I had fucked, that it was going to get better.  It always does, so I was accepting the pain as a down payment on the pleasure that I knew was coming.  The pleasure of being fucked.  The pleasure of being controlled and fucked by a superman.

His hands never stopped moving, rubbing and squeezing my body as he fucked.  I actually think he was as aroused by my muscles as he was by the actual fuck.  He was a true appreciator/admirer of the male physique.

 “Oh, God” he gasped.  “Len, you are incredible.”  Yes, he gasped, and he was panting like crazy.  He sounded like he was getting close to his ejaculation, but that wasn’t possible; he’d barely started.  I was only just beginning to get a hint of the coming pleasure of the fuck.

Then he stopped.  He froze.  He grabbed my rock-hard deltoids, pushed his dick in deep, and just froze.

 “Oh, baby, baby, baby” he gushed as he gave my neck a lick.   “Your body …., your body …., Jesus, you turn me on.  You’re so fuckin gorgeous.”

I hadn’t said a word so far; I was completely under his spell, but now….  But now, I had to smile and actually chuckle.  The son-of-a-bitch was about to blow.  My physique, my muscles were turning him on so much that he was right on the edge of cuming, and we had barely started.  Premature ejaculation?  Oh, yeah.  An embarrassing situation for him.

I was enjoying it.  I think he was humiliated but I was in high-heaven.  This incredible hulk, this giant muscle man, this beautiful man was so turned on to me that he was making a fool of himself.  I loved it.

“Shit” he groaned in disgust and I knew he was cuming.  He was still frozen, not moving a muscle, but he was obviously too late.  He pulled half way out of my ass then made three quick thrusts into me; boom, boom, boom and he fired.  “Shit, shit, shit” he said as he plowed into my ass.

The pain of the fuck had dissipated and I was beginning to get a hint of the pleasure to come, but I hadn’t actually experienced it yet.  But, I was enjoying Strong’s mortification and I laughed aloud.  I also moaned softly as he fired into me but it was a moan of pleasure

“You fucker” he groaned into my ear as he ejaculated.  And as he finished shooting he laughed softly.  Yeah, he was laughing.  He knew I had made a fool of him, turned him on so much that he was as out of control as a sex-crazed teenager.

“Jesus, baby, that was so good” he finally said as he began to calm down.   “So fuckin good.”  

Putting an arm around me and pulling me slightly away from the wall, he grabbed my very substantial prick.  My very hard eight inches.  Yes, very hard and dripping, clear proof that he had turned me on.

He started to jerk me.  And damned if I wasn’t close, very close.  Talk about premature ejaculation.

“Oooh, oooh, oooh” I groaned as he worked my prick, and it wasn’t much more than a minute that I started to spurt.  “Yeeeessss” I screamed as my cum splashed against the shower wall.  It was so powerful an ejaculation that I felt weak in the knees and actually sagged back against Strong as he held me there and kept kissing my neck.

“Oh, baby” he whispered endearingly as he slowly let his softening prick slide out of my ass.  “Baby, baby, baby” he said, and taking me by the shoulders, he turned me around to face him.  Putting his arms around me his lips met mine in a soft loving kiss.

As the kiss continued, I finally became aware of the banging on the door.  I’d been totally oblivious to anything but Strong’s powerful presence until now.

“Your kid’s still there” Strong said with a laugh.

“Yeah, that’s my boy Ralph” I said, laughing along with him.   “He’s very protective of me.”

“He’s kind of cute.  Maybe you should share.”

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I had just turned eighteen when my older brother, Jim, completed his tour of duty in the Marines.  Jim was twenty-two now and I looked up to him more that ever before.  There was one thing I wanted to keep secret from him was the fact that I loved sex with men.  I didn’t know how he would react if he knew his ‘little brother’ was gay.

Jim was supposed to be gone from the house overnight, and I had invited a gay classmate over for an afternoon of sex.  My bud, Ray, and I had just completed a hot sixty-nine and finished dressing when  we heard the front door shut.  

I quickly grabbed the gay magazines we had been looking at and shoved them under my bed, praying that no one would find them before could get them hidden properly.

Jim was sharing my room with me until we could get the spare bedroom cleared out for him to use.  Jim and I were sharing my double bed until then.

Ray and I met Jim as he crossed the living room and I introduced him to Ray.  We then went outside and talked, leaving Jim in the house. It was a Friday and dad had said that he was going with a co worker to check out some property he was thinking of buying and wouldn’t be home until Sunday evening.

Hoping Jim would decide to sleep in dad’s room so I could get my magazines hidden didn’t work out.  He insisted we go for burgers then see a movie.  Once home, we went to my room and got ready for bed.

Jim caught me off guard when he asked, “Hey, Mark, do you have any objections if I sleep nude?  I enjoy it but hate to do it with dad around.”

“Nah, it’s okay,” I said wanting desperately to see Jim totally nude.

“Feel free to join me if you want to,” he said.

“You wouldn’t mind?” I asked.

“Hell no.  I think it would be cool.  We are brothers, you know.”

I smiled and we watched each other strip and get into bed.  We lay there for a moment when Jim turned on his side to face me and put his hand on my stomach. As he rubbed it around, gradually getting closer to my stiffening cock, he said, “I found your magazines.  It seems we both like the same thing.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked.

“Mark, it’s cool.  I enjoy sex with men and hope you won’t tell dad.  I really would like to have sex with you.”

It was then that he moved closer and I felt his rock hard cock rub against my hip.  As I reached down and grasp it, he grasped my hard cock and quickly leaned over and tongue kissed me.

That was the start of our sexual relationship.  After a hot wet kiss, Jim and I had out first sixty-nine, sucking each other to completion and eating each others load. We talked and he told me about his sexual encounters while in the Marines and I told him about mine with Ray and the football coach at high school.

Coach Owens was married and had kids and Jim couldn’t believe he loved getting fucked in the ass as well as sucking cock and eating cum.  I promised to try and arrange a three way with Coach Owens.

All weekend, with dad gone, we had wild uninhibited sex, sucking and fucking each other like wild men. It was such a turn on to have sex with my own hot muscular brother.

After finding that Jim was totally into man sex like I was , I asked him to tell me some of his experiences while in the Marines.  He told me about guys having orgies while over in Iraq, with some officers participating.  And at a few assignments, he had sex with his immediate supervisor while on duty.

“They may act tough but those into man sex will do anything.”

We had one last sixty-nine before dad returned home, hungrily collecting each others load in our mouth, then kissing and sharing the combined loads.  Then later, we fucked each other , getting dressed just minutes before dad pulled into the driveway.  We looked at each other and burst out laughing.

When dad came in we asked how his weekend went and he said, “It was okay.   Nothing to get excited about.” 

Then, as dad carried his things to his room, a folded piece of paper fell out of the pocket of his shirt that he was carrying.  I picked it up to give to him but he had shut his bedroom door.

I decided to see if it was important  and when I unfolded it, I was shocked at what I read.  

   ‘Carl, you are hot as hell.  Love to meet you one on one.

    Let me know.  Dave.  824-223-4110.’

I quickly snapped a picture of it, refolded it and placed it on the floor just outside dad’s bedroom door.

Later, after dinner, I managed to let Jim know I had something to show him in private.  He suggested we go get some ice cream and we left in his car. Once at the drive-in and had ordered our ice cream, he asked what I had to show him.

I got out my phone and showed him the picture I had taken.  

“Mother fuck!“ he exclaimed.  “Do you know what this means?” 

“I would assume that it means he is also into cock,” I said.

“No shit,” Jim said.  “We need to devise a way to find out for sure and then let him know that we know and we enjoy it also.” 

When we returned home, we immediately noticed that the note was gone, knowing dad had picked it up.  Alone, in my room, I looked at Jim and asked, “How are we going to find out for sure what that note really meant?”

“I’m not sure right now but we’ll figure something out,” he replied.

With dad being a construction foreman, he was always working in his workshop on the lot we owned next to the house.  It was large, vacant house, and the master bedroom was where dad spent some nights when he was working late on plans for the company or on a project he was building.  From all appearances, it looked like any other occupied house on the block.

We began wondering if there was more going on in the workshop, as dad called it, than we knew about.  We began checking out the workshop closer than we ever had.  Nothing led us to be suspicious except a locked chest about a foot high and two foot square. When we picked it up we could hear things shuffle around inside.

Since nothing revealed itself to us, we began watching and when dad was out there at night we began peeking through the windows.  On several occasions, we noticed the locked box open, and dad looking at magazines laying on his work table, however we couldn’t see what they were.

Then, one night late, just as we were about to go out and see if we could see anything unusual, we saw a car pull up to the curb in front of the house.  

We held back to see what the driver was going to do, and saw him quickly exit the car and hurry to the door of the house.  After knocking, the door quickly opened and the man hurried in as dad quickly shut the door.  

We scurried out of the house and over to the workshop and began checking the windows.  The back yard was fenced like all the other yards, and we eased into the back where we could see the master bedroom. We had left the blinds up just slightly so that if anything was going on, we could see it.

What we saw was just what we suspected but still surprised us.

Standing in the middle of the room was dad and one of his construction supervisors, Brad, kissing passionately.

As they kissed, they began undressing each other, tweaking each others nipples and fondling each others cocks.  We had seen dad nude on a few occasions in the past but never with a hard cock, and it was beautiful.

Then, after the kissing ended, dad bent over and began sucking on Brad’s nipples for a moment before slowly dropping to the floor and swallowing Brad’s rock hard cock.

It was obvious by the way that dad swallowed the cock, that he was very experienced at it.  With his nose buried in Brad’s thick black bush, dad held it there for a moment before working his head back and forth on the awesome cock.  

After a few moments Brad stopped dad and pulled him to his feet, and after another passionate kiss, he dropped to his knees and began sucking our dad. After several more moments, dad stopped him and guided him to the sofa he had in room.  Once there, they kissed as dad guided Brad’s cock into his ass.

In one steady motion, Brad buried his cock in dads ass, as they kissed passionately.  After a few moments we heard dad say,
Don’t cum. I want to eat it.”

Brad pulled out moments later and they traded positions, with dad fucking Brad’s ass.   Before long, they stopped and got into a sixty- nine and sucked each other to a climax.

With their mouths containing the others cum load they kissed and shared the mixture, each swallowing part of it.  Then, after partially dressing, Brad asked dad how his trip was.

“It was two days of almost constant sex.  One of the guys brought his eighty year old grandfather and that man’s cock was hard as mine or yours and his load was huge and thick.  I did him twice. While his grandson sucked another guys cum out of my ass.  But when I got home I was afraid the boys would find out it wasn‘t a business trip.”

“What makes you say that?” Brad asked.

“One of the guys there was named Carl and lives over in Clayton.  He slipped me a note wanting one-on-one sex with his phone number on it.  When I got home I couldn’t find it, and was afraid the boys might find it.” 

“So what if they did?” Brad asked.

“He said how hot he thought I was and it had his fucking phone number on it.”

“Did you find it?”

“Yes.  Thankfully it had fallen out of my bag at the door to my room, and I don’t think the boys saw it.  At least I hope not.  I would hate for them to find out I’m gay and hate me.”

By now they were totally dressed and as Brad started to leave, the turned to dad and said, “Carl, you have two fucking hot sons.  I would give anything to have sex with them.”

“Don’t think I haven’t dreamed about it, but the problem is how to let them know and what would they think.” Dad replied.

“You do have a dilemma,” Brad said.

They kissed again before Brad asked, “We still on for next Saturday?  The two guys I told you about are looking forward to it.”

“As it stands now, everything is a go,” dad said. 

Having taken some pictures to show dad that we knew he was into men,  we quickly hurried back to the house and once in my room we removed what little clothes we had on and began our own sixty-nine, after which we began trying to figure out how to approach dad.

We wondered what was planned for the next Saturday and decided to follow dad and see what was on the agenda, planning on taking more pictures. With evidence, he couldn’t deny it.

　

On Friday, dad said that he would be leaving early to discuss a potential job with a new client.  We casually told him good luck and stay safe.

As soon as he was out the door, Jim grabbed his car keys, waiting for dad to leave.  Once he was out of the drive, we bolted to Jim’s car and began following dad from a distance, with me using binoculars to see when and where he turned.

After about forty-five minutes dad turned off onto a small private drive.  Across the road, was a park, and we parked there and walked across to the drive dad turned onto.  Staying off the road and into the brush, we followed the road back about  a quarter mile before seeing a house and pool.  Easing into a position as close as possible without being seen, we settled in to see what might transpire. 

Parked out front was dad’s car, next to Brad’s.   After several moments, dad and Brad exited the house, both totally nude, each with a cup of coffee.  As the sat down we heard Brad say, you probably know of both of the other men.

“Oh, really?” dad asked.  “How so?”

“Carl, I’m going to tell you who they are so that you won’t be completely shocked when you see them.”

“Are they both that well known?” Dad asked.

“Yes, they are.  They are both prominent citizens,” he said before taking a deep breath.  

“One of them is Clay Sims.”

“That hot stud that manages the gym and does the television commercials?”

“That’s the man,” Brad said.  “And the other is Jake Baker.”

“Oh fuck!  He’s the cop we built the cabin for last year, isn’t he?”

“Yes he is.  I had been with him before and promised not to tell anyone he was gay, but during the work he expressed a great desire to have sex with you.  I didn’t say anything then but about a month ago we met again and he repeated his desire.  He knows only that I said I knew a hot stud that I thought he might  enjoy having sex with.”

Jim and I looked at each other, not believing that either of the men mentioned were actually into cock.  Then, we heard sounds of cars coming down the drive and turned to see a jacked up Dodge Ram pick up coming down the drive followed by a Jeep Renegade.

Jake climbed out of the truck as Clay exited the Jeep. It was obvious that they knew each other y the way they kissed.  As they headed for the pool area, Jake spotted dad and called out, “Mother fuck, this is a damn dream come true.”

As introductions were made, the men kissed each other and Jake and Clay stripped right there on the patio. 

We watched as the men sat and talked for a while.  Then Clay stepped over to dad and dropped to his knees between dads knees and began sucking him.  Dad then motioned for Jake to step closer and when he did, dad swallowed his stiffening cock and began sucking him.

Immediately, Jim began taking pictures of the action.  Later, as Clay fucked dad and dad fucked Jake, Jake sucked Brad.  With plenty of photo evidence, we left and returned home for our own orgy.  As we drove home, I asked Jim if he would like a three way  and he said yes and asked who I had in mind.  When I said Ray, he was surprised that Ray played and said to definitely call him.

I called Ray and told him about Jim and he was more than eager to have a hot three way.  We did it all with each other and the last encounter had me fucking Jim as he fucked and kissed Ray. 

After Ray left, Jim and I decided on our plan of action concerning dad. We just had to decide on when the time would be just right.  We decided to wait until the following weekend to launch our plan.

Friday arrived and that morning we asked if he had plans for the weekend.  When he said no, we told him we would like the three of us to spend it together.  He said that would be great.

He left for work and we planned things out.  

First of all, we would have the photos close at hand should they be needed, and we figured that they would.  Then, we agreed that shortly before dad returned from work we would get totally nude and start a sixty-nine on the plush rug on the den floor, since that was the entrance dad always used.

Then, when he began to asked what was going on, we decided to play it by ear from that point on.

Jim and I kiss and made out during the day, getting ourselves worked up for what we hoped would happen later.  Time passed slowly as we watched the clock, waiting for dad to return home from work.

Dad arrived home at almost the same time every day and approximately ten minutes before his expected arrival, we got on the rug and began a slow casual sixty-nine.

Moments later, we heard dad pull into the drive then the car door close. Seconds later, the door opened and after a second or two of silence, he said, “What the fuck is going on here? What are you two doing?”

Stopping what we were doing, Jim looked up at dad and said, “The same thing you do, Dad.”

“No fucking way,” he declared.

“Go look on the coffee table,” I said.

He stepped over to the coffee table and froze, as he looked down at the photos of him sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass by another male.

“You still want to say you don’t do it?” Jim asked.

Dad turned ghostly white as he sat down in his favorite chair.  When and how did you find out?” he asked.

We filled him in on everything, and said we were glad to know he enjoyed men as much as we did, and wanted to find a way to let him know we wanted sex with him.

He hesitated a moment, looking over our nude bodies and semi hard cocks, then said, “Boys, you are both so fucking hot and sexy and I would love nothing more that to have sex with the two of you, but you are my own sons.  It wouldn’t be right.”

“Look, we are both of legal age and you wouldn’t be forcing us to have sex with you.  It is something Mark and I both want,” Jim told him.  As Jim talked, we had both stepped closer to dad and noticed a bulge begin to grow in dad’s pants.  Then, together, we reached down and began to rub it as first Jim kissed dad on the lips, followed by me.

Dad didn’t attempt top stop any of our advances, as we began stripping him.  First, his shirt was removed presenting his muscular semi hairy chest and big firm nipples.  Then, as we began unbuckling his belt, he slipped out of his shoes, allowing us to slide his slacks off, then his boxers.

There he stood before us, wearing only his socks and his awesome cock getting harder and harder.  We leaned in for a three way tongue kiss and dad eagerly joined in.  Afterward, Jim and I dropped to the floor and together began licking and sucking his rock hard seven inch thick cut cock and his large firm balls.

As we did, I looked up toward his face and his eyes were closed and his head back, moaning softly. We didn’t bring him to a climax, because before we could, he stopped us and after making us stand up, he dropped to his knees and began alternating between our cocks.

We stopped him before reaching our climaxes, and led him to his bedroom  as we lay there making out, he asked what made us suspicious and we told him everything.  He laughed and called us devious, before saying that he was glad we were, and admitted that he had been fantasizing about having sex with us.

Then looking at us, he smiled and said, “Now I can do something I have only dreamed about before.  I can finally have both of you feed me.”

With that, he returned to alternating between our cocks as he watched Jim and I kiss passionately.

Before long, Jim fed him first and with Jim’s load still in his mouth he brought me to my climax.  Mixing both our huge loads together, he smiled at us then swallowed, saying it was the best cum he had ever had.

We then sucked him to his climax but instead of trying to share it, we had him shoot it out onto his stomach and chest where together Jim and I licked him clean.  

We showered together before going out to eat.  Upon returning home, dad showed us where he kept several gay movies and we chose one to watch. As we did, I eased around dad and began sliding my cock up his hot hole.

As I did, he said, “Oh, yea, Mark. Fuck the hell out of me then let Jim take over.  Shoot both those hot loads up my ass.”

All night Friday and all day Saturday, we never dressed and had sex almost continually.  Saturday evening we order dinner delivered and when it was delivered, Jim slipped on a bathrobe to answer the door while dad and I finished a sixty-nine.

As we ate, dad smiled and said, “I’ve dreamed about sex with the two of you and how good it would be, never did I dream it would be this awesome.  You two have provided me the best sex I have had in years.”

“Dad,” Jim began, “you have also provided us with awesome sex and made us both love you even more than we did before the sex.  It just feels so natural.”

I quickly agreed and dad smiled and said he felt the same way, then asked if we would like him to invite a fourth person to join in on the fun.  We immediately said, “Hell yea.”

He smiled and picked up his phone.  After dialing the number, he smiled and a moment later he said, “Hey, this is Carl.  You busy?”

Then, after a pause, he said, “You want to come over and have some fun tonight and all day tomorrow?”

A moment later, he said, “Don’t worry about the boys.  I’d like to see you.”  Then, seconds later he said “Great. I’m naked and waiting.  The side door will be open. Lock it when you come in and come straight to the bedroom.”

After hanging up, he smiled and said, “Our fourth is on his way.”

When we asked who it was, he smiled and said, “I think you will be pleased.  When he’s almost here,” Dad said, looking at me, “go into your bedroom and close the door and turn out the light, and wait.  When you hear me say ‘Suck my dick,’ come on in and join in, one of you on each side of me.”

We waited, impatiently, for the unknown man to arrive.  Then, we heard a car in the drive and scurried to my room, closing the door, the light already off.

We waited by the door and heard footsteps pass by then the man say, “Ummmm.”

Easing the door open slightly, we heard the man undressing and a moment later, dad say the ‘secret words’.

Easing out of the bedroom and to the door of dad’s room, we were behind the man between dad’s legs, sucking his hard cock.  Silently we stepped up to each side of the bed and as dad grasp our hard cocks the man stopped and looked at each of us in total shock.

“What the fuck!” Brad said.  Being in construction, Brad was as muscular as dad and just as hot, with a beautiful eight inch cut cock.

Smiling, dad looked at Brad and said, “Hey baby, it’s all cool,” then began telling him everything, including us seeing them together in the workshop having sex.

Brad smile and looked at each of us then said, “Hell, Carl, I don’t know which I want first.’

“Well, I’ve had them both in both orifices, and I can say they are both excellent in either hole.”

“Well, then,” Brad said, “Mark, you fuck my mouth while Jim fucks my ass.”

“While they do that,” Dad said, “I’ll suck your cock.”

The orgy began and continued off and on all night.  By noon on Sunday  Jim and I had both sucked and fucked dad and Brad, they had both fucked and sucked us, and we had all rimmed each others ass.  

Then, when I stated that I needed to piss, Brad spoke up saying he wanted it.  As I slipped my cock into his mouth and let the flow begin, Dad moved close and said he wanted some.  Pinching the flow off, Brad took my cock out of his mouth and gave it to dad who drank the remainder of my piss.

After I was drained, Jim spoke up and said, “Dad, you have introduced us to something new.  Mark, you willint to try it?”

“Hell yea.  If dad can do it then so can we.”

Moments later I was drinking dad’s piss while Jim drank Brad’s.

Then, mid afternoon, we headed for dads big walk-in shower and dad and Brad introduced us to golden showers.  It was awesome and erotic.

From that weekend on, we lived nude having sex whenever we wanted it with whomever we wanted.  Sometime dad watched Jim and I make love, other times I watched dad and Jim or Jim watched dad and I.  Frequently, Brad visited and joined in, and we often went to Brad’s cottage in the woods where we all had sex out doors under clear blue skies or awesome moonlight.

“It’s been three years since we started family sex. Dad has been promoted to president  and Brad took over dad’s position as supervisor over all the crews.  Jim and I are employed with the company and have found two other company studs that are into man sex.  

Dad, Jim, and I are lovers, although we are all free to have sex with others, but each and every night when it’s time to go to sleep the three of us are home and sharing the oversize king bed dad purchased for us.

Sex together has brought us so much closer.  I just wish it had started earlier.

Sorry this has taken me so long to write everyone. My life has been insanely busy recently and I just haven’t had the opportunities to sit down and write. I hope you’ll consider this final part worthy of the wait though!

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I spent most of the morning prepping for what I had planned for Phil when he arrived. I stripped and changed the bed sheets to a set Matt and I almost never used. That way after I was finished I could swap them back to the same ones that were on there when Matt left for work this morning. They were fresh on so I wouldn’t have gotten away with saying they needed to go in the wash and I was hoping that it was going to be a messy session between us!

I also hid some rope underneath the bed and made sure it was out of sight as were the blindfold and various toys I had planned to use on Phil. As I rummaged through our cupboards I came across a little box which i’d totally forgotten about. In that exact moment I made a decision to take this further than i’d originally planned.

2pm finally rolled around and at one minute past there was a knock on the door. I stood up from the sofa a took a deep breath.

“Hi Phil”

“Hi Chris” he beamed back and pulled me into a much tighter hug than we’d ever exchanged before. I could feel him push his entire body up against mine including grinding his crotch into mine.

As he pulled back I finally got to drink in the sight of this complete stud. He’d worn a dark blue t-shirt that fitted him perfectly. It hugged his chest just right accentuating his ‘v-shape’ torso, his large pecks stretch the t-shirt tight and his beautifully sculpted biceps filled the arms of the t-shirt just right. As my eyes travelled lower I saw he was wearing a slightly different shade of shorts which finished just above his tanned knees and calves. They weren’t tight enough to show an outline of his cock but I could see a healthy bulge. He’d finished the look off with some nice loafers.

“Finished looking?” Phil smirked

“Mm, yeah, sorry” I mumbled in reply and spun around before my thickening cock gave me away.

“Want a drink?” I called behind me as I did my best to push my ass out as I walked away from him towards the kitchen.

“You got a beer”?

“Yeah, plenty. What do you want, bottle or a can?” I was secretly praying he asked for a bottle.

“Bottle please” came the reply.
Ideal I thought, less for him to have to drink means a more concentrated dose.  

“Ok, i’ll bring it through in a minute, just go have a seat and watch the game”.

“Alright, don’t be too long!”

Bit of a cryptic reply I thought, too long for what exactly?

I popped open the box and looked at the contents, do I really want to do this? It took me only a fraction of a second to make up my mind. I pushed the little blue diamond shape pill out of the packet and crushed it with the side of a knife. Being careful to scoop up the resultant powder I poured it into the top of his beer with a piece of a scrap of paper.

“Want a slice of lime”? I called out to him.

“Yeah, great!”

I cut a wedge of lime and used it to carefully wipe the tip of the bottle to make sure there were no signs of the powder before pushing it down the neck of the bottle. I gave it a swirl and watched the beer bubble. After a couple of moments I held it up against the light to make sure it had all dissolved. Perfect! Not a trace. I grabbed my own bottle and carried them into the living room.

As I rounded the corner the first thing I saw was a dark blue t-shirt which has been disguarded on the floor. A couple of feet to the left of that I saw some shorts and shoes. My eyes travelled further left and the sight completely caught me off guard. Phil was sat there in a pair of light blue boxer briefs with a shit eating grin on his face.

“I thought you’d prefer the no clothes look?” The comment was laiden with sexual tension as he flexed his chest and made his abs bulge under his bronze coloured skin.

I was pretty much speechless but my body was doing the talking for me. I felt my cock begin to thicken and push it’s way down one leg making an obvious bulge in my shorts.

“Like what you see?” He grinned at me.

That comment snapped me out of my daze, I wanted to be in control of this situation. I wanted to get revenge, this was going to go the way I planned.

“Lets just watch the game shall we?” with that I thrust his spiked beer at him.

“Suit yourself” and with that our attention turned to the TV and conversation consisted of just a few comments about players performance. I kept glancing out of the corner of my eye to see the progress he was making with his beer.

Eventually he got down to the last quarter of the bottle so I figured he must have had most of the pill by now. I knew from past experience that it doesn’t actually give you an erection of it’s own accord so all I needed to do now was to get him horny.

“So what was that picture about?” I asked trying to sound as casual as possible whilst looking at the TV. Just at the mere mention of that picture blood started pumping into my cock and I felt it start to thicken and grow.

“Ha, just thought you’d like to see what you missed out on at the gym…” He turned to face me whilst spreading his arms and resting back against the cushions of the sofa. He was clearly trying to display his beautiful chest for me to admire.

I couldn’t help it, my cock and balls almost immediately took control and I drank in every inch of him. He was flexing his arms and his pecs would occasionally bounce and twitch, they had me practically hypnotised.

“Touch it, I know you want to” he said in a husky voice.

“Touch what?” I replied.

“Whatever you want….”

It seemed as though the sexual tension was having the desired effect. From my experience in the gym I knew he had a freakish level of control over his hard-on, he seemed to know the exact moment that he needed to slow down at to prevent himself from getting fully hard. Clearly what he didn’t know was that i’d removed that level of control. Almost as if he read my mind, he bought the bottle to his lips and downed the rest of the beer. I smiled.

Turning my attention back to his magnificent body I dragged my eyes down his chest and settled on his crotch. As if on queue I watched it twitch as blood flooded into his shaft. It rapidly started to expand and stretch the fabric as I watched it first thicken and lengthen whilst pointing down between his legs before the fabric wouldn’t stretch any further. A quick knock with his hand bought it over to his hip where it rapidly finished growing and thickening. I could see it pulsing and straining against the material. Phil reached down and grunted.

“Fuck, you’ve got me horny. I’ve not been this hard since I was a teenager!” With that he squeezed the shaft of his long thick cock and I watched his eyes roll back into his head and the first sign of precum leaking as the tip of his cock made the material of his boxers darken.

I couldn’t help myself and reached over with my hand. I touched his powerful thigh whilst keeping my eyes locked on the throbbing bulge. He grunted and his cock bucked, went rigid for a second before relaxing a little again. I watched as the fine golden hair on his leg stood to attention and little goosebumps appeared across his skin. My hand travelled up his huge thigh getting ever closer to his cock. I stole a quick glance up to his face to be met by a slightly hooded, glazed and sexually desperate pair of eyes. He was going to be pretty much putty in my hands.

“Shall we take this upstairs?” I whispered.

It look him a couple of moments to respond as if he brain was being slowed down by the shear amount of testosterone that was coursing through his veins. “Ok, lead the way”

As I walked up the stairs to the bedroom I could practically feel Phil’s eyes burning holes in my shorts. As he walked into the bedroom I put my hands on his shoulders which seemed to send an electric bolt through both of us and maouvered him towards the foot of the bed before pushing him backwards. He landed in the perfect position with both his legs and arms spread apart. I climbed onto the bed and began crawling up making sure to grind my body and chest against the obscene bulge in his boxers. I watched as his eyes fluttered shut and a groan escaped his mouth.I finally ended up, chest to chest, crotch to crotch before leaning in and whispering “i’m going to make you pay for that picture you sent me!”

With that I reached under the bed to the pre-tied pieces of rope and pulled one slip knot over one wrist and quickly put the second over his other wrist. It took a couple of seconds to realise that when he tried to pull his arms he couldn’t.

“What the fuck!?” Phil suddenly said.

“Like I said, i’m going to get my revenge for that picture….”

With that I started to work my way back down his body, biting and sucking his skin as I went. I made sure to pay special attention to his hard nipples. Phil let out a shriek as I teased them with my teeth before it turned into a prolonged groan. I felt his cock throbbing against my abs as I went to town on his nipples.

I finally moved on trailing my tongue over his heaving chest before my chin bumped into his bulge. I immediately felt the wetness on my chin before tilted my head and was greeted by one of the hottest things i’d ever seen. Precum had soaked through his boxers and was literally pouring onto his chest. His cock would suddenly tense raising itself and stretching the fabric before the precum oozed through the material of his boxers and dripped down onto his chest. This was going to be way too much fun!
I bypassed his throbbing cock and ran my hands down his thick tree trunk thighs feeling the fine blond hair under my hands. When I finally got to his feet I reached back under the bed and pulled both pre-prepared slip knots over his feet and around his ankles. Now each time he stretched or tried to move one limb the other three slip knots would tighten and pin his body down onto the bed.

“James, what exactly are you planning on doing to me?” Phil asked in a slightly nervous voice.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to show you why you never try and tease a gay guy. Straight guys think they can do what they like, parade around in front of us, tease us with your bulging cocks, stroke yourselves in the showers and we’ll just take it. I’m going to show you why you need to show some respect!”

I moved around the edge of the bed and opened one of my bedside draws which i’d loaded with all the toys I planned on using. In there were vibrating cock rings, vibrating dildos, a flesh light, my e-stim kit and plenty of lube. The first thing I pulled out though was a pair of fabric scissors. Phil had craned his neck to the side and was clearly trying to pull his torso up so he could see what was in the draw but he couldn’t lift his body high enough. His eyes bulged when he saw the scissors appear.

“Mate, what, no, you’re not going to cut me!?”

“Don’t be stupid, why would I hurt a body that’s as stunning as yours!?” I replied.
With that I took the scissors to the bottom of his very expensive Ted Baker boxer briefs and the noise of the sharp scissors slicing through the thin fabric pierced the quiet of the room.

Phil had held his breath and suddenly let go as I made the final snip.

“James, Christ, what have you done. How am I going to explain why these have been cut. They were a birthday present!”

“Do I look like I care. Besides, I think you’re going to have a lot more to explain without worrying about these”

I snipped up the other leg of the boxers leaving just one flap covering his cock. Now the fabric was no longer holding his cock down it was proudly pointing up towards his chest at about a 45 degree angle. Every so often i’d watch it jerk, strain and relax. Precum continued to ooze out onto his chest but given the amount he’d been leaking I watched as the thick, clear liquid was gradually making it’s way down the ‘V’ line of his torso. I decided I needed to see it, i’d waited long enough. I brushed my hand along the shaft of his cock starting at the base of his balls and slowly made my way to the top of the shaft. I gripped the lose fabric with my fingers and pulled it back.

As the fabric slipped back down his cock the large head was the first thing I saw. I knew Phil was uncut but he was so hard his foreskin had pulled back revealing a deep purple shinny head. The foreskin was resting just below the ridge of his cock as it strained to grow bigger than it could. I pulled the fabric down the rest of his shaft revealing the tanned shaft which was criss-crossed with thick dark veins which were doing their best to deliver as much blood as possible to his cock. After a couple of moments his cock relaxed slightly and the foreskin managed to retreat partially back over the head. Almost immediately his cock sprang back up and pulsed hard, simultaneously Phil groaned. His cock was so hard, the action of the foreskin sliding over the edge of his cock was partially wanking him. He was caught in a cycle of continual pleasure as his cock essentially jerked itself off.

“Touch it, touch it please!” Begged Phil.

“Be careful, you’ll be begging me to leave it alone soon enough”.

I had a decision to make, should I drain his balls quickly and enjoy working him towards a second orgasm or should I make the first last a long as possible before he physically can’t hold the load back any longer.

I decided on the latter. After all, I wanted to punish him for what he’s put me through.

I opted for the vibrating cock ring first. I pulled open the draw and got it out. Phil’s eyes followed my hand movement and grew as it came into view. My particular cock ring had two rings, one of which slipped over the shaft and the other which went over the shaft and behind the balls to pull them forward. Thankfully it was made of rubber as judging my Phil’s straining cock it was going to be a tight fit. I grasped his shaft and slid my hand up and down coating my hand in his precum.

“Ohhh fuck yeaaahhhhh” groaned Phil.

I could feel his entire shaft go rigid and then give one solid pulse. That one hard throb caused a stream of precum to ooze out and run down the shaft. I removed my hand.
“Don’t stop, please, i’m so horny, please” begged Phil.

I slipped the first ring over his shaft and the second behind his huge heavy balls. When I pulled my fingers out from the rings to allow them to properly grip the shaft I saw his cock swell. Blood was clearly being pumped in faster than it could escape and it was forcing his cock to swell further than it ever had before. Phil grunted as his foreskin pulled fully back and stayed there. What he didn’t seem to realise was that it was about to get a whole lot worse.

I flicked the switch on the end of the bullet and it started vibrating. Its default was a series of short but intense vibrations separated by a a few second intervals.  

“Holy FUCK” yelled Phil. His whole body tensed up, muscles straining against his tied arms and legs.

You could visibly see the vibrations being sent through his shaft and into his huge swollen balls. Phil eventually relaxed but would groan and thrash his head from side to side as the vibrations coursed through his thick cock.

My mouth was watering and I had let him waste so much delicious precum I needed to taste it. As the next wave of vibrations took hold I leant forward and wrapped my lips around his straining head. As the head brushed over my tongue I was rewarded with a prolonged stream of hot precum.

“Mmmmmm yeah” groaned Phil.

It was delicious. A slight salty but sweet taste and so thick. I grabbed his balls, squeezed and continued to suck waiting for the next set of vibrations to milk more of his precious liquid out of him. The next wave of vibrations started and I sucked hard drawing even more precum out of his shaft. I also switched the intensity up which dropped the time between the vibrations. When the next set started Phil’s body strained and I felt his balls contract.

“Ohhh yeah. You’re getting me close just doing this” moaned Phil.

Almost immediately I flicked the ring off and gave his shaft one last hard suck. I wasn’t going to let him get off so easily. He was clearly waiting for the next round of punishment from the cock ring but when it didn’t come he looked up with glazed eyes, mouth hanging open.

“Why did you stop!?”

“Because i’m not done with you yet. Your balls need to ache, I want them so swollen they can’t hold anymore cum”

I reached back into my draw and pulled out my flesh light. It was an arse one, which was completely clear so you could see the shaft and head slide inside. I had considered the idea of lubing it up but judging by the amount Phil was leaking they was absolutely no point. I gripped his cock, pulling it straight, feeling the heat and stone like hardness in the shaft. I lined the head of his dick up before pushing it inside.

“Mmmmmmmmmm, so tight”

I think Phil was in such a state he didn’t know if it was a person or a toy he was fucking, but his hips immediately started thrusting trying to bury his cock as deeply as possible. I started lifting it up and watching his cock pull against the inside as his head throbbed and dumped stream after stream of precum inside it. The thought of it had my hole twitching.

I had almost forgotten about myself but my twitching hole briefly diverted my attention back to my cock. My boxers were totally soaked and had turned from a light grey to a dark grey which had soaked across the entire front. I gripped the shaft and felt the familiar surge run through my shaft and then the tensing of my balls. I knew I couldn’t play with myself as I needed to keep my edge.

My attention turned back to Phil and I decided to step it up another knotch. I flipped the little switch in the other direction on the vibrating cock ring and heard the pulsing vibrations start. There was no let up on this setting just waves of more intense and less intense vibrations.

“ughhh ughhh, J, I need to cum. Please!” gasped Phil.

His balls were bouncing up and down, straining then relaxing, straining then relaxing. Each time they pulled up they stayed high for longer before dropping back down. I knew I was getting him close to the point of return. I just wanted to take him that little bit closer… so I continued the slow relentless sliding of the fleshlight.

Phil was grunting, his huge arms pulling hard at the ropes tying him down whilst his hips bucked in time with the fleshlight.

I was flicking my eyes between his face which was a combination of a tortured expression and sheer sexual pleasure and his balls. They had pulled up and were now fully in the firing line of the vibrator. I lent down and started to suck on them, pulling them down and away from the vibrator. As soon as I let them go they’d snap straight back. Phil stopped thrusting and his body began to tremble.

“I’m on the edge, just… a… little… more” begged Phil.

In one swift motion I pulled the fleshlight off and flicked the switch on the cock ring to off. His cock stood rigid, visibly pulsing and searching for the hole it so desperately wanted to be back inside.

“Ugh, ugh, PLEASE!!. I’m right there! Pleeeassseeee” Phil begged.

“Sorry but i’m not done yet. I told you, you were going to pay for messing me around”.

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry. Just let me cum and i’ll make it up to you. My balls, they hurt, they’re so swollen. And my cock, it’s never been so hard. You’ve proven your point”.

Phil was pleading with me now. For a moment I considered giving into his request but the cruel side of me won out.

Meanwhile…..

Chris arrived at the front door of James’ house. He could see the TV was on but he couldn’t see either James or Phil. Last night he got a slightly cryptic message from Phil asking him to meet at James’ house. All Phil had said was that he wanted to talk to James about what had been going on for the last few weeks between them all. He’d tried ringing the bell but no one answered. After texting Phil and getting to reply he decided to go around the back to see if he could get in that way. He slipped through the back gate and sure enough found the back door open.

As he came through the house he heard some grunting coming from upstairs as well as some muffled talking. He started climbing the stairs heading towards the bedroom James had taken him to. The door was ajar but he could make out one was lieing on their back and the other was kneeling between their legs. Suddenly Phil moaned and Chris nudged the door open just a little more so he could see better.

The image before Chris took his breath away. Phil was lieing on his back, both his arms had been tied down as were his legs. James was sat between his two legs sliding something up and down Phil’s cock. By the way Phil was grunting and moaning it must have felt fantastic as his whole body was writhing around shuddering and his toes were clentching and relaxing.

It didn’t take long for Chris to feel the familiar sensation in his groin. His cock began to thicken and stretch. His eyes feel on James’ arse and for a moment he got lost remembering how amazing it felt to slide into that tight hole. The memories of that plus the background noise of Phil had Chris hard in no time. He reached down and unzipped his shorts, pulled his pants down and released his huge cock. He was already leaking and used his palm to rub precum around the head and shaft. His eyes fluttered shut as he went to work jerking himself off to the scene in front of him.

Back to James and Phil….

After a while Phil’s cock started to clam back down, the head returning to a smaller size and his balls began to relax slightly. I noticed they never fully dropped but they weren’t as tight as before. I reached into the draw and pulled out my final and probably most torturous toy. It was an estim machine. I’d used this a few times on myself to some pretty mind blowing effects but I also knew that in Phil’s current state he was unlikely to be able to stand too much of the abuse it was about to inflict on his poor cock.
Phil was breathing heavily and his body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He was torn between the desire for James to continue abusing him and the need to cum. His balls felt twice the size and hard started a dull ache that he remembered from the long edging sessions he used to have time for before meeting James’ sister in law and having a baby.

I attached one of the electro pads to Phil’s perineum and two more to the sides of his shaft. It was difficult to get them to stick as his entire shaft was wet from the relentless amount of precum he was producing. Eventually I got everything hooked up and plugged into the machine. I leant forward and whispered “I hope you’re ready for this”.
I flicked the switch and it had an almost instant effect. Phil’s cock bucked, tensed and trobbed. The machine was effectively causing the same muscles to spasm that do so when you cum. His cock strained and strained growing beyond even what it had before. I could see his perineum spasaming trying to pump out the load.

“HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!!!!” Phil yelled.

I turned the intensity up ready for the next hit and pressed the button. The scene before me made me nearly cum without touching myself at all. Phil’s cock stood almost rigid, expanded, before throbbing uncontrollably, some milky white precum started shooting out of his overly swollen head, the machine was milking him but it wasn’t enough to cause a full blown orgasm.

“Stop it, stop it, PLEASE, oh god my cock!” Phil’s face had flushed and I could see him essentially going through an orgasm but without getting the relief that comes with one.
I flicked the off switch and Phil immediately gasped in some air and his body went limp.

Meanwhile

Chris had been stood jerking off listening to Phil beg James to let him cum. Despite knowing what James was doing to Phil was wrong he was so unbelievably turned on. He wasn’t sure what Phil had expected to achieve my getting him over here but this was beyond anything he could have ever imagined.

When Chris saw James pulling out some weird looking pads which were connected to all sorts of wires he had no idea what was going to happen. His view of exactly what was connected to what was obscured by James’ body but the way Phil reacted when James turned it on looked as though he was being electrocuted. His whole body clearly went rigid and the noise Phil made was almost primeval. Chris knew this was taking things too far but he couldn’t bring himself to make his presence known.

As James continued to torture Phil, Chris was frantically jacking off enjoying the effects he could see and relishing in the moans and cries Phil was making. Before he even realised what was happening he hit the point of no return. As Phil screamed Chris’ cock lost the battle with his hand and began pulsing, firing round and round of thick white cum across the floor, narrowly missing the bed. Had Phil not made so much noise they would both have surely heard the grunting that escaped Chris’ mouth as he unloaded his throbbing balls.

Back to James and Phil….

James couldn’t ignore the desire to finally sit on Phil’s huge cock and if he was honest with himself, he was worried if he took it any further with the machine he might actually start doing some damage. He’d never put the power up as far as that and the effect it had on Phil’s cock was a combination of unbelievable sexual power and alarming growth.

Phil moaned as he felt the electro pads being peeled off his skin, but his cock didn’t shrink back to it’s normal size, the viagra was preventing it from getting smaller. He managed to lift his head long enough to see just how big his cock had gotten. He was impressed it hadn’t exploded. the shaft was a dark tanned brown, criss-crossed by heavily swollen veins and the head was an angry engorged purple colour.

“Please James, I need to cum, it’s almost painful now. Let’s just put the gym session behind us, I don’t want you to damage me!”

“Just one more thing Phil, but don’t worry, I think you’ll enjoy it”
James began to slip his boxers down revealing his pert arse. His hole was practically quivering with the thought of of finally being able to stretch over this magnificent cock. As he crawled up the bed it dawned on Phil what was about to happen. Phil’s cock grazed over James’ hole leaking precum all over it. Each time it moved over the hole James teased himself and Phil just a little bit more by adding more and more pressure.

“We can’t fuck bare” moaned Phil.

“It’s too late for that, plus, I don’t have any condoms that would fit you”

With that James finally pushed and Phil’s cock popped through James’ hole. Both men simultaneously moaned. James from having such a huge head stretching his tight hole and Phil from the hot, tight sensation which was gently massaging his swollen head. James grunted and pushed himself down the shaft. he was practically panting, he’d never felt so full before.

“ugh your cock is so thick and hard!” grunted James.

Phil was lost in a fog of sexual desire. All he could focus on was his cock that was gently being milked by this hot tight hole. Eventually Phil’s cock was as deep as it could get. His over swollen head was throbbing and his shaft was gently being milked. James reached back and gripped Phil’s balls trying to make sure he could savour this for as long as possible before Phil finally lost it.

James started to slide back up the shaft feeling Phil’s cock dragging it’s way back out of his hole. He made sure to tense his hole to really milk the long thick pulsing shaft. Phil’s eyes had rolled into the back of his head and a series of grunts, moans and groans were escaping his lips. As he felt the head start to pull out he stop before sliding down in one swift motion. The swollen cock head smashed into James’ prostate.

It was all too much for Phil. His body couldn’t take the stimulation, James’ hole was causing sensory overload and his swollen cock and balls had reached the point of no return. It wouldn’t have mattered what James did to him he was going over the edge.
James felt Phil begin to shake, he desperately wanted to stop it but it was too late. Phil’s legs started to buck uncontrollably, his balls started throbbing and then he felt it. A burning hot sensation flooded into James and Phil finally lost control.

“UUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH, MMMMMMM, UGHHHHHHH” was all Phil could muster. His cock continued to throb releasing a torrent of hot cum into James.

The sensation of feeling Phil shoot his load inside him was too hot and James started cumming without even touching himself. Cum burst from his swollen head and hit Phil square in the face. Volley after volley of cum sprayed across Phil’s chest as he continued to pump cum inside James.

Eventually Phil’s orgasm began to subside and he felt drained. His whole body was limp and his cock would occasionally throb as if it was desperate to carry on shooting. He’d never felt so sexually satisfied in his life, he knew nothing would ever compare to this.
James collapsed toward onto Phil’s chest spreading his load between their sweaty, muscle bound torso’s. He was panting heavily whilst the sensation of being completely full of what must have been a gallon of cum moved around inside him.

After a couple of moments the guys heard a floor board creak and suddenly James felt a hand touch his shoulder. His whole body tensed as he slowly turned his head expecting to see Matt standing there. The face that greeted him wasn’t Matt’s it was Chris’. His eyes travelled down Chris’s body and saw his long cock hanging with a drop of what looked like cum on the end of it.

“What the fuck Chris?” asked James hoarsely.

The End

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Please send over your thoughts, comments and feedback. I’ve left the story open ended so that perhaps I can come back to it in the future. I hope you’ve all enjoyed the series though and once again i’m sorry it’s taken me so long to publish this section. Hopefully more stories to follow with new characters and plot lines. 

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Hello my name is yashmita. You all know me if you don’t know me then I request you to read my previous stories so you can understand the story and if you want to contact me. You can on Kik and planet Romeo I’d is “yashmita69”.

So In last story I told you that. Hafiz and Razak wanted to do gangbang with me. So I was excited as well as scared because that going to be so painful and my ass was already in pain. So I was waiting for them near the sofa they were doing some work on their laptop. I was tired so I slept near sofa. After 2-3 hours Razak kicked me. I woke up and asked him what to do. He pointed towards one room and told me that there are some new branded clothes for you get ready quick we are going somewhere. I was excited so I ran towards that room. I took off all the clothes and dog belt and went to the bathroom. I took one quick shower cleaned myself. Then I saw there are 3-4 superb sexy clothes were on the bed with matching bra and panty. I saw one red colour sexy one piece and bra panty. I wore that and then put my wig on it. I was again looking so sexy in that dress.

So after getting ready I came out from that room. Razak and hafis was waiting for me in the hall. When I came out Razak and hafis was watching me like they gone a fuck me right now. So Hafiz came near me and told me that there is little change in plan. We have some work so they have to leave country. So today’s night is my last night in Dubai. So I became more excited. Then we sat in their cars. They were so horny. I can see that from their eyes. So after 10 min drive we reached one place. I didn’t know what this place was. Then we went in that was a club. There was a loud music playing. Hafiz told me that enjoy club for 1 hour then we will leave. So I became so excited because i never been in clubs. Hafiz told me that lets go to the dance floor. I went with him. He was dancing with me by touching my body. Ohhhh I can feel his hard dick from my panty. There were some boys who were watching me. They came near me and started to touching me. Hafiz didn’t care about them now. So I was surrounded by boys in the club. They were touching me all over my body. I was dancing without reacting anything. After 30 min Razak called me for drinks. I went out and told Razak that I don’t drink. So he ordered a juice for me. He told me go dance I will call you when you’re juice will come. So I went again on dance floor and started jumping. When I was jumping I realised the pain in my ass because of Razak fuck. Maybe Razak mixed viagra in my drink and then called me. I walked near Razak and took my glass. Then started to drink that. I completed that drink in 10 min and then my dick became hard and I became so horny. I told Razak and haifiz that I am feeling so horny please fuck me now. So Razak smiled and told me to go and sit in the car. I was waiting for them in their car with my hard dick. So after 10 min Razak and Hafiz came in car. They took off their clothes and then razak started to kiss me. 

Hafiz came near my legs and pulled my panty. Then he started to fingering in my ass. His fingers went easily in my asshole. Then he started to fuck me with his finger. Razak pulled down my dress and bra on my stomach and then started to bit and lick my nipples. I was so horny at that time. Then Razak took off his pants and told me to suck his dick with his underwear. I started to doing that. At that time Hafiz started to lick my hole and he was putting his tongue in that. I was like in heaven at that time. After that I pulled Razak underwear with my mouth because I was in doggy style. Razak was already hard so I started to suck his cock. Then he grab my wig and started to push me towards  his dick. I was gagging at that time on the other hand Hafiz started took off his underwear. Razak told him that he want to fuck me first. So they changed my position. So now my ass was on the Razak side and my mouth on Hafiz side. Then Razak pushed his 7.5 inch long thick dick in my ass. I screamed ohhhhhh fuck . . .. . . At same time Hafiz grabbed my wig pushed his dick in my mouth. Then Razak started to fuck me slowly and haifz also started to fuck my mouth so fast. I can’t scream now because my mouth was full with hafiz dick. Then Razak started to fuck me faster.

Me: aaaaaahhhhh . . . . . Slowly baby.

Razak: you are such a very good slut. I wish I don’t had work now so I can enjoy you more. 

Me: ohhhhhhh thank you ahhhhhh baby.

Hafiz: hey bro I wish I can enjoy him every day.

Me: ahhhhhh. . . . Fuck. . . . . . 

After that Razak became tired so Hafiz told him that now he will fuck in my ass. My asshole was very wide open now I can’t feel pain. Now there was only enjoy. So they changed my position now I was in missionary position. My legs were on Hafiz shoulder. Then he put his dick on my asshole and pushed whole dick in my ass. Now there was no pain only pleasure. Then Razak came near my face and sat on my face. He told me to lick his asshole. I started doing that. He became more horny after that kick and Hafiz was already fucking me so hard. 

After 20 min Hafiz jerked in my ass. Now Razak was fully prepared. He grabbed me from my neck and pushed my neck towards car seat. I was in doggy style with my head on seat. Then Razak started to fuck me so faster. I was like.

Me : ahhh. . . . . . . .ah. . . . .. . 

Razak : yeah bitch. . .. . Hmmmm . . . . 

He started to slap on my ass. It was hurting. Then he grabbed my legs slept on the car seat now we were in cowgirl position. I was riding his dick. Then he told me to stay in that position he will fuck me from downside. So grabbed his shoulder and stand near his dick. He pushed his dick inside me and then started fuck me so hard now there was loud sons of fucking was coming from my ass because of Hafiz cum. “Puchhak puchhhaak” sound was coming from the car. Hafiz was done so he was watching us doing that. After 20 min Razak told me that he going to be jerk and he wants to cum in my mouth. So I took out his dick from my ass then started sucking hardly. Same time I was playing with his balls. So he jerked in my mouth. I showed him his cum. He told me to swallow that. So I did that. That was salty I was still horny. So i was licking razak and hafiz balls and dick. Razak knew that. So Razak asked hafiz one more. Hafiz told him i can’t do it now. Razak gave Hafiz one pill. That was viagra. Hafiz took that pill with water and his dick suddenly became hard. At the same time Razak also took one pill. He also became hard. So I started to suck their dicks turn by turn. After 10 min suck they decided to fuck me again. Now they knew that I can’t feel pain with their dick in my ass. So they come up with new idea. They decided to fuck me with their dick same time. I heard that. I was like I am going to die. But they lift me in the air. They came near and joined their dick. Then they put me on that dicks.firstly that dick combination was not going in my ass. But after some time Razak came up with idea that first Razak will pushed his dick in my ass and then Hafiz. So Razak filled my asshole. But after that Hafiz was trying to push his dick in my ass. At that time I was feeling so much pain in my ass. I was literally crying. They didn’t heard me and pushed his dick in my ass. Now both their dicks were in my asshole. I can’t even speak at that time m then they started to fuck slowly. Slowly slowly pain was also decreasing. Then they started to fuck my little bit faster. They fucked me in that position for around 30 min. After 30 min they was about to cum so they wanted to cum in my mouth. So they lifted me in air and then took off their dicks. Their dicks were covered with my blood. I was feeling so much pain in my ass. But at that time I took their dicks in my mouth and started to sucking them after 5 min they both jerked in my mouth. Now my mouth was filled with their cum and my blood. They told me to swallow that. That was salty soury and thick I swallowed that drink. Then they were so tired and I can’t even stand up. 

Then I asked him about my money and my India airplane tickets. So Razak opened his bag which was under the seat. He took out one plastic bag. There was 5000 dirham in that along with my passport and airplane tickets to India. I was taking that from his hand so he told me show him my ass. So I did that my asshole was very wide open even a mango can went inside my asshole at that time. So he put that plastic bag inside my asshole. Ohhhh that was like my reward was at right position. Then they dropped me on the Dubai airport. Hafiz told me that he will meet me whenever he will come to India. Then I went inside bathroom and wore my boy clothes. Then I went inside airport and Razak and Hafiz sat in their car. Then I exchange that 5000 dirham with Indian  rupees and took my airplane. I sat on my seat But now effect of that pills of Razak was decreasing so now I can feel so much pain in my ass. However I land in India and then I took can to go to home. When I came out of taxi I was not able to walk properly. 

After that so many exciting horny incident happened. I will tell you about them in my next story so till then stay tuned.

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I had decided to wait another ten or fifteen minutes. I wanted to catch another pigeon, my own dick raging with lust, but carefully untouched so as not to lose my horny edge. I figured there might be a chance for me to find someone who could be my assistant on this trip. If I could find the right person, I would manage him and have him help me with the boys we were going to pick up for some short term justice. My patience was rewarded, when a pair of black Converse high tops came into the stall which the suit had vacated. I was in luck tonight. The high tops were full, filled by big muscular feet and thick, meaty ankles. If it was some college kid needing to drop a load so he could concentrate on his studies, I would have hit the jackpot.

Within seconds, I heard the 501 jeans buttons pop, and saw them and some “Joe” boxers pile at the feet of the high tops. Then almost as soon as that happened, a face appeared at the hole. My cock was now covered with lube, sticky and clear. One of my nipples was jutting out from my hairy pec, peeking from under my slightly parted shirt, and it was hard, rubbery and stiff. I had caught another fly. The dumb college kid on the other side thumped his big feet while still looking through the hole, and made my cock lurch by sticking his long, wet tongue through the hole and wagging it at me. I looked at him without expression, and then spoke…”You a cocksucker?” He whispered back hoarsely, in a deep voice…”put it through dude, and I’ll suck it for you.”

I repeated myself…”I asked you a question punk…are you a cocksucker?” He paused for a moment, and then responded: “Sure dude, that’s me…I’m a fucking cocksucker…and I wanna swing on your fat pecker…so put it through.” I spoke in measured, but firm tones: “Stand up, put your hands behind your head, and stick your dick through the hole…I want to see if you’re worth my time.” Again another pause, and an almost shocked but blank stare from the eyes peering through the hole at me, sizing me up, deciding whether this was something he wanted to do. Punk kids, they own the world, and this one wanted to see what the world was like. Still staring at my glasses, he just stood up so I could see just the top of his head, short dark brown hair. Then after another pause, I watched two big, muscular hands clasping behind the scalp. Then as his high tops moved toward the bottom of my the partition, through the hole came cock perfection…eight inches of boy meat, at least two inches wide, and with a fat spongy head that matched the stalk. No helmet that overwhelmed the body, but just a consistently thick piece of boy gristle with a bulging knob that was already dripping profusely from deep piss lips. Shit, the kid was a leaky faucet.

I gripped his dick and I could see him momentarily raise up on his toes to protect himself, but then he settled back, and allowed me to gently spiral my callused fist up and down, barely grazing his flange. He grunted appreciatively, and moved forward, pressing his hips and t-shirt against the partition, giving me more room to work his drooling cock. I took a little fingernail brush out of my pocket, and as I spoke to him, I began a gentle, maddeningly light, scrub of his pecker tip.

“Where do you live kid?” He paused, groaning from the ticklish torture on his big knob, then almost squeaked as his deep voiced cracked, telling me he lived away from here. I asked him if he ever spent time in the city, and he said sure. That’s where he went to school and worked. I told him I was visiting, and wondered if he had the weekend free? Now there was a very long pause and constant movement of his hips caused by the bristles that danced around his fat dick head, and his scum dripped in greater quantities as the sensation made him flex his boner, he said: “Sure, dude…uuughhhh, I’ve got the weekend. Normally I’m working, but aaaahhhhh this weekend I have some time off….what’re you’re thinking…aaaghhhh “; a sweet little grunt coming after his question as I worked his cock head lightly but mercilessly.

“I’m suggesting that you keep your hands behind your head when you speak to me, and do everything I tell you for the next three days…that’s what I’m saying….What do you think about that punk? It comes with meals, a place to sleep, and more ways for you to stay hard than you’ve ever dreamed of…you game, or just lame?” He grunted in that deep voice again, as I intensified the scrub just under his scar, making his dick quake in my hands. “OOOooohhhhhh shit, OK, dude…I can dig this scene… uuuuggghhhhh, I mean “Sir.” I’ll do whatever you say… aaaahhhhh I’ll do whatever you want, Sir.” I smiled, at the thought of working this jerk artist to his limit. “When I let your prick go, pull back, open your door, and walk with your hands behind your head, pants at your shoes, into my stall. That way you can see me, and I’ll have a chance to see whether you know how to follow instructions.”

I wondered if he’d whine like the suit had about being caught, and whether he had the balls to make this work? Suddenly, his door creaked open and his raging boner backed out of the glory hole. As he moved, I unlatched my stall door. He shuffled out of his stall and into mine, and I closed the door and directed him to the corner of the oversized space, built for wheelchairs. He just stared at me, and my big cock, not changing expressions, not frightened, but not quite sure what he had gotten himself into. His dick hadn’t flagged, though, so I knew he knew what he wanted…he wanted me to take charge, and I intended to do just that.

He stood there with his hands behind his head, legs spread as wide as his hobbled feet would allow, jeans pooled at his worn black hightops, and his t-shirt pulled up with his arms, revealing a sweet inny navel and firm, flat stomach. His boner was waving in front of him, wet and sticky. He was about 6’2″ tall, and maybe 180-185lbs. with a dusting of dark brown hair over his forearms and legs, a thin line of it up his butt crack, and he looked to have size 11 or 12 feet. Eyes of blue and dark brown hair under his arm pits, in a little bush above his stalk, and on the top of his crew cut head. I discovered later he was nineteen, going to college and just at the age when his dick was constantly exploding along with his fantasies. I explained that I was staying downtown in an expensive hotel in a suite, and that we’d be there through Monday morning, and then I wanted him to take a trip with me and whether he was game. He gulped, but after hearing the name of the hotel, he said “yes…Sir.” I made him face the wall of the john, and squeeze his body against it. I pulled his boner down towards the ground, and make it stick under his balls, between his legs. Then I told him to lean forward on the balls of his feet.

Shit, you should have seen him. His knees slightly spread, his jeans around his shoe tops, his boner dripping constantly into his boxers, and his butt slightly punched out towards me. I ran a finger along his crack, then slipped into the hot hairy crevice, tickling his anal knot as I used the wicked little fingernail brush on the circumcision scar from behind. He sucked in his breath, and grunted appreciatively, and then thought he’d persuade me to make him shoot his big boy wad: “Ooooohhhhh shit, Sir….that’s it, fuck me….that’s so bitchen…yeah man…I mean Sir…please… just keep working me till I get my nut…aaaaahhhhhhhhh fffffuuuuuuckkkkk yyyyeeeeaaahhhhh.”

I sped up just for a moment, giving him the hope that he would cum…and then just as suddenly, I stopped. His dick flexed, swelling once or twice, his dick knob going taut…but his only reward was another couple of burps of his boy slime…and with a sudden gasp, he realized that he wasn’t going to be allowed to ejaculate.

I allowed him to pull himself together, making his stuff his uncooperative pecker down the leg of his jeans. Then he got into his car, and followed me. I told him that all the way to the city, I wanted him to keep his dick out of the pants, and I wanted him to stay hard. I watched through his window as he unbuttoned, pulled his still randy prick out, and let it thump against the steering wheel. I walked back to my car, got in, and led the way. Within thirty minutes, we were at my hotel, his car parked in the garage under my bill. I took his keys, his wallet (his name was Tom), and made him pull off his pants in his car, remove his boxers and socks, and give them to me, then put back on his shoes and jeans. His dick had remained hard, and when he stood up I grazed my hand over the denim and made sure the rough material rubbed his sensitive cock head. He groaned and his eyes, closed, and he leaned toward me. But I made his stand up, and continued to just scratch my nail over the denim and his aching knob. When the wet spot emerged where his knob was against the material, I stopped, smiled, and told him to follow me.

When we got into the elevator, I stood behind him, my 6′ frame almost blocked by his big, well muscled body. Others jammed in, and the car was filled with burbling conventioneers as we moved slowly up to each floor. I slipped my hand around Tom’s right side which was against the sidewall of the elevator. My fingers roamed up his ribcage under his loose t-shirt, and found one of his nipples jutting against the cloth. He looked down, almost startled to see my fingers. Others in the car were faced forward, gabbing and yaking, hardly noticing us. Then I again I traced my fingers slowly up his sides, feeling a drip of perspiration as his fear of being exposed took hold. While some fool in the front of the elevator cab talked loudly about “old Bill” who was missing the conference, and guffawed about going down to the nude theaters, I used my jagged index nail to gently scratch the pebbled nipple on Tom’s right side, causing him to suck in his breath and force the nub out towards my finger even more, anxious to get plucked, pinched, and tugged into submission. But I just scratched lazily, making him pant with lust, his eyes closing, and his breath becoming ragged, horny beyond belief, and desperate to be managed by me.

When we got to our floor, the cab had emptied. The one couple in front of us, walked out and headed in the other direction. I tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned to face me. I motioned to his feet. He looked puzzled, and then when I frowned and snapped my finger towards his feet, he suddenly got the message. He sat down and lifted each big foot, unloosened his dirty Chuck Taylor classics, and then pulled them off. Then he flexed his muscled, damp feet. Then following my instructions, began to walk down the hall behind me, barefoot, his strong toes gripping the carpet. That was his role, to be bare and exposed…to be publicly naked, so that he could demonstrate obedience, that’s how boys like him need to be trained. I smiled again, knowing that I had a boy who knew how to behave.

After we entered the apartment, I told him to stand in the middle of the room:

“Put your hands behind your head Tommy, spread your legs about a foot and half apart, and stick out your chest. Jesus he looked like a wet dream…that close cropped brown hair, those dreamy eyes, and oval face, his thick legs encased in those jeans, and his pale, muscular feet gripping the carpet. I was going to work this boy…make him yield everything to me before we went back out on the road with Velasquez. I went to the bathroom and pissed, leaving the door open so he could hear the stream hit the water in the bowl. Then I came out and stretched out on the bed. The time had come to put Tommy through his paces.

With him still standing with his hands behind his head, I asked him some questions. “Tommy, when did you first start playing with your dick?” I asked in an even, unemotional tone. He looked at me…and cleared his throat, speaking in a deep, masculine voice.

“I was twelve…seemed like my dick was always kinda hard. Guys talked about beating off, and like other guys, I learned to play with my dick…felt fucking good, Sir, rubbing my prick and making it squirt.” He looked at me as he spoke, and I could see his dick was hard, filling out the worn part of his crutch, and poking down his leg…the fat knob outlined against the taut material and his wet spot growing again from his horny pre-sap.

I told him to unbutton his jeans, and haul his dick out…not the balls, just the dick. When he did, a long drip of clear cum drooled from the piss lips and angled towards the ground. “Use your finger and wipe up the pre-cum hanging from your pecker, then lick it off with your tongue.” He looked at me, took a deep breath, and used his long, thick digit that had probed many a pussy, to tickle the end of his dick and wipe up the drool there. Then he with a salacious, coy look, he stuck the finger in his mouth, used his tongue to swab it, and sucked it hard. Yeah, a cum eater, this was going to be a great evening.

“When was the first time you let a guy work that big boy boner of yours?” I asked. He blushed a bit, but answered in an even tone…that deep voice resonating in me. “Aw, that was when I was a freshman in high school. I was dating a girl, but we hadn’t had sex yet. I was so horny all the time, I couldn’t get enough of my fist on my dick. My first hand job and blow job happened simultaneously. I used to travel down to the Bronx by regular train (as opposed to subway) from our house which is a Northern suburb. I’ll never forget it… I had gotten a copy of “Lady Chatterly’s Lover,”…I was reading it, and my dick was hard as steel and oozing cum soaking my briefs and right through my jeans. I really wanted to cum bad so when the train finally got to my station, I went right for the men’s room. It was empty and dingy. I made my way down past the urinals and went into the last stall, shoved my pants and briefs down, sat and started reading some more, slowly rubbing my dick. I heard the outside door to the john open several times and feet shuffle, then the sounds of piss in the urinals. I kept reading and getting into some hot scenes in the book. At some point someone must have come in and I lost track of him thinking he’d left. But suddenly all at once I saw sneakers outside my stall under the door, there was a brief bang as the guy pushed against the stall door. I knew nothing about guy stuff then but this dude apparently hung out at this train station with his eye out for someone to hook up with. He also must’ve known that all it took was a little shove against the door and the flimsy latch would give out and the door open. Next thing I knew, the guy just stepped into the fairly large stall with me, grinned down saying something like…”what are you doing?” he was a black guy, probably in his late 20′s, maybe 30, and I was 15 at the time. I was scared shitless when he walked in on me…I froze and didn’t say a word, while he reached down and took my still stiff bone in his hand and stroked it several times. I was big already, and my dick looked so big and hard in his hand, aching and drippin’. Then he suddenly told me in this low emotionless voice “stand up”…I stood up as he demanded, my pants and briefs down around my ankles. He raised my shirt up around my neck and told me to hold it there. I did as he told me, and he got down on his knees and simply put his mouth over my dick, while his finger reached up for my tits. I thought I’d fuckin’ die, thought I’d pass out, it felt sooo damn wild. It didn’t take him too long, my ass started to move on its own, shoving my dick into his wet, slurping mouth. I closed my eyes (and in fact he did it again as he spoke), and I came and came and came, my legs buckling, my entire body shaking and trembling. Shit, dude…I mean Sir, it felt like my entire insides were blasting out of my cock…it was fuckin’ wild!” He smiled shyly as he got to this part of the story, realizing how caught up he had got in telling the story, his own dick throbbing and waving in front of him as if he was about to cum. He closed his eyes again, and his dick seemed to expand, and his chest started to heave.

“I didn’t tell you to cum!” I barked. He opened his eyes, and looked at me surprised. “You better not let that unruly boy prick shoot cum without my permission…of I’ll use a cock whip on it… you hear me?” He gulped, his grin gone, and nodded slowly, his dick while sopping in juices had lost some of its steel. “Now continue…I ordered, him. What did the black guy do next?”

Tommy’s big dick flexed again, but more out of the realization that he did not have any control over what was happening. He flexed his dick muscle as he started again. “Well, after he made me shoot my jizz, he just swallowed it all, stood up smiled and then turned around and walked out, not saying a word. I was scared as shit…and horny as fuck. I’d never felt something so good on my dick…all wet and slippery, tingly and hot. My cock boned again, and I plopped down onto the toilet seat, took a few minutes to calm down and catch my thoughts, then I pulled my pants up, shoved my dick down in them, and got out of there. I looked around when I came out of the stall, and the john, but didn’t see the dude anywhere. I didn’t tell anybody. I was too fucking scared someone would think I was a fag, and I was dating this girl, and I didn’t want to screw that up. That was my first sexual experience of any kind and so I masturbated nightly after that for a long time thinking about his mouth, lips and tongue working me over, my tits getting hard when he pinched ‘em. Shit it was the best.” Once again, his dick throbbed, expanding and flexing as if it was about to pop. He seemed to grit his teeth, and slightly hunch his shoulders, before he finally stopped the spasms and regained control of his ejaculation, another long drop of lube falling to the carpet at his feet. “Good boy, Tommy, I said flatly. Good boy.”

“Now I want you slip you pants down to your ankles, take off the t-shirt, then climb onto that coffee table, pull your legs up to your chest and put your hands back behind your head again. Yeah, that’s it, keep those legs up to your chest, and your hands behind your head…spread out, showing me just how much of a boy slut you are, and how much you want me to use you….yeah…that’s it, I want to see that dirty little hair fringed asshole.” As I spoke I took out a slender vibrator, and switched it on, then I walked up to Tommy and inserted it into his mouth and told him to hold it there. He looked so fucking sexy with that pebbled vibrator buzzing in between his pouting lips. Then I pulled his dick down, and hooked it under his underwear and jeans which were near his groin when he pulled his legs up to his chest. I left it out, exposed and available to me, wet and sticky. I sat next to him, stroking my fingers up and down the souls of his feet, watching them curl from the ticklish scratching of my nails and his body flinch from the thought of being tickled in this position. Then drew my finger up and down his raging boner…drooling incessantly and held in place by his boxers and pants. When I started to tickle his ass lips, between the two muscular cheeks, his dick just began to vibrate again and his eyes closed. I knew I would have to stop, or he’d cum and I wasn’t about to allow that yet. I rolled his fat dick knob between my fingers, and told him how he was going to spend the next two hours. “Tommy, a boy like you needs to be trained, worked, and kept from shooting his cream before he’s given permission. I can tell you like to shoot cum. Every time I touch your body your dick is throbbing, ready to scum, just like when that black man took charge of you in the john when you were a kid. For the rest of the time you are with me, you will be kept hard and horny, but you will be denied ejaculation until I grant it. Cocks like yours need supervision, or they get into trouble, and the boys who play with them lose focus and discipline. For starters, for the next two hours, you are going to be on the verge of ejaculation, but your aimless dick is going to be managed and you’re not going to do anything but drool.” His eyes gave me a silent plea, hoping that I would relieve his already swollen nuts. But I intended to keep him full of starchy gism until I was ready to have him fountain it out of his big boy balls.

I left him in that state on the coffee table for about fifteen minutes while I prepared a place next to mine on the king size bed. Every time his legs started to tire and lower, I barked at him, and told him to keep them up by his chest. He obediently followed my instructions, spread out like a nasty whore on the table, cock hard and horny. Once I took him from the table, I made him hobble over to the bed. Shit what a sight, those tight butt cheeks with their hint of dark hair up the crack, the pants at his feet, his hands behind his neck, and that eight inch gristle bobbing in front of him wet and sassy and drooling…yeah this is how some boys are made and how they should be managed. I put him on his back on the bed, then brought a spreader bar over to him. A chain from the bar was attached to the bed frame over his head, and the bar itself was placed under his knees, and his legs were tethered wide. The way the chain was lowered from the bed frame, his legs away were kept away from his torso. I took his hands and tied them over his head to the frame as well. I left the dildo in his mouth, but attached it to a gag which strapped around his head. Then I pulled a little machine up between his legs. He could just barely see what I was doing, so I propped his head up with a couple of pillows. This boy was going to learn what it meant to be cock hard and horny, but be unable to touch or relieve his aching dick.

“This is a little toy I’ve brought with me to try on some of the boys we’ll be meeting in the next week. But I thought I’d give you a spin on it. The metal contraption rested like a scaffolding between his big thighs, aimed up towards his hanging musky balls and dripping cock. I bent his ramrod stiffy down towards the thing, and two wide metal bands clasped together to cage his prick at an angle aimed straight out from his thighs at almost 180 degrees but attached to the metal structure. One band was at the base of his dick where it joined his body and was loose enough for movement, and the other, less wide, was clasped under his flange so that he could move up and down, but not slip out of its containment. In this way, he was allowed to have circulation to his dick which kept its hardness, but it was bent at enough of an angle to prevent him from ejaculating easily. The bands, as I indicated, were loose enough to allow his dick room to move when his hips would move, but tight enough to prevent him from slipping from the cage in which he was now harnessed.

At the bottom of the scaffolding was a cord attached to a slender vibrating dildo, covered with short, smooth spikes. Inserted into a waist harness, I slipped it around him and attached the buckles under his thighs so that the harness would keep the dildo in any place it was lodged. Using some of the sweet gel I had brought with me from the Island, I basted the little vibrator, then as Tommy’s eyes widened, I gradually, gently corkscrewed it up his tight, hungry anus. He immediately began to feel the effects of the gel, and his toes curled tightly as his eyes widened from the incessant itching that began to afflict his fundament. But while he gurgled helplessly with the small, buzzing vibrator strapped into his mouth, I then added the piece which made his device so wonderful.

With his erect eight-inch cock, caged in the contraption, I slipped over its entire body a sleeve of ingenious cloth with the consistency of denim dusted and saturated with ground nettle leaf powder. At the base of the cloth, which acted like a loose cloth condom, were claps which snapped onto the metal band near Tommy’s cock base. As you know, nettle leaves work like the wonderful itching gel, but the irritation they cause is a dry set of red dots that cover the affected area and cause an intense itching akin to poison ivy. Of course, like any such rash, you cannot allow the person suffering from it to scratch the area, for fear of breaking the skin. But, in the case of Tommy, his helpless boner was exposed to the scratchy material that was inflicting the rash, but only enough to continue to irritate the cock and occasionally give him the hope of enough friction to soothe it momentarily. The erratic movements of his hips caused by the itching in his bowels and on his dick, made him thrust his pelvis back and forth, and the casement that held his dick provided him brief contact with the scratching cloth to both soothe and itch the little red dots covering his caged erection and bulbous cock head. No blood, no pain, just an excruciating itch which could not be relieved. Moreover, because of the angle of his cock imprisonment, and the occasional nature of his contact with the nettles, Tommy could not get masturbatory relief he craved, in the form of an ejaculation. His blubbering from behind the dildo gag was sweet music to my ears. And it was also the moment that I switched on the vibrator in his ass to a low setting, causing the little nodules on it to pulse and buzz, and his fucking movements to grind the unyielding head of the little soft plastic prick against his young and tender prostate. The harness which held the anal stimulator also had a sleeve, and Tommy’s movements would cause it to slip both directions, but not long enough in any one to give his fuck nut the kind of massage that would cause him to spurt spontaneously. Jesus, what a wonderful device.

I left Tommy, gyrating and gurgling, his long, sexy toes curling and turning white, his hands scrabbling and clawing, as I walked toward the shower, slowly unbuttoning my shirt. All this excitement had caused me to work up a sweat and a raging erection, and I needed to clean the grime off my body before I lay down next to my charge for a good night’s sleep. I turned to see Tommy’s big boy boner, working up and down the sleeve, as the truly maddening sensations from the nettle dust on his dick made him wild to ejaculate, but absolutely unable to stimulate his fuck muscle to that satisfying moment. Here was masturbation at its best and worst, working the tender erection of a horny young man to maddening rigidity, but denying him the cum crazy relief he sought outside of discipline and cock control.

After my shower, and my return from downstairs to the bar at the hotel for a nightcap, I came back two hours later to find Tommy. His firm body covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his nipples firm and erect on his chest. His movements had slowed, and there was no longer a desperate squealing coming from behind the dildo gag. Still, he was in a steady rhythm, fucking his ass on the silently whirring vibrator up his ass, gently massaging his fuck nut when he could and at the same time his cock was still hopelessly erect within the nettle dust sheath. He had found a way to sway just so to constantly massage his cock even if he could not cum. Here was a boy that craved the torture of cock control and the joys of being kept horny and erect without reaching a spurting climax. A little gasp and grunt was all that emanated from behind the gag once in a while, representing the still lovely sensation of the nettle dust catching him off guard and tickling his aching, drooling pecker in the cock restraint. When I lazily scratched my nail across one of his pebbled tits, his eyes opened with a start, and pleaded with me for release, a high pleading gurgle coming from behind the gag.

I smiled and switched off both the little dildo in his mouth, and the one in his ass. I spoke to Tommy as I loosened his restraints and set them in a different positions. “Tommy, that cock of yours is still way out of control…look at it, red, hard, wet and sticky.” I’m going to give you a massage, and then put you to bed for the night. Maybe tomorrow, if you’re good, and don’t shoot your cum without permission, I’ll give you relief like you’ve wanted, but in a way which ensures that your use of your cock is carefully supervised. What do you think?” I had removed the gag from his mouth, after I had lowered his legs, still attached to the spreader bar. He groaned, and almost croaked in that deep voice. “Oh Sir, shit, I gotta cum…please man…I’m so fuckin’ horny from that rig…shit where the fuck did you get that thing…it’s fuckin’ torture…ah jeez Sir, I’ll be good, just please let me shoot my jizz…please, let me jerk my aching dick? I’ll even do it for you, put on a show…whatever you want…but please let me cum, Sir.”

“Tommy, Tommy…that’s what you’ve been accustomed to. Always getting guys to relieve you and play with that big dick. Well, I’m gonna make your life more simple. You want to be supervised, you need to be supervised, and when you are finally allowed to cum, that big boy dick will shoot like a cannon. But in the meantime, it’s all on my timetable, and under my control. That big boy boner is going to ache all night…it needs to wait for relief.” I strapped him down spread-eagled next to me on the bed. I put a short-curved bar that attached to a harness around his hips, and kept the sheets just off his body at the waist. Then he watched as I produced yet another sinister device, that was aimed for his randy prick. This time, the cock cage attached around his waist and encased his throbbing erection within its light metal frame. At the top of the cage, was helmet which allowed the head of the prisoner’s dick to slip into it. Within that “hat” were two separate sets of very short, soft and yet firm bristles, fixed around separate rotating rings. The lower one could be adjusted to fit just under the flange of whatever cock was lodged in the cage, while the upper one made complete contact with the tender, sensitive surface of the dick head. “Now Tommy, when I switch this little device on, you’re gonna feel like screaming with joy, whining for relief and to begging to cum. But if you do, I will switch on the little dildo in your ass again, and leave you like that all night. So your job is to grit your teeth, and when the little bristles in your cock hat spin, you must control yourself. Don’t wake me tonight, or you’ll regret it, and your ejaculation will be postponed even longer.”

I showed him how the little cock cage worked, and his eyes widened and he grunted, groaned, and asked permission to speak. I switched it off, and granted him permission to make the plea I knew he would. “Oh fuck, Sir…please…please…don’t leave that think on me all night…I’m already too fucking horny and my cock’s still itches like crazy from that other thing you had on me…jesus…this is unreal…this is fuckin’ unreal…please man, I mean Sir, please…lemme cum once, then I’ll try this thing…how about it Sir, how about it, huh, please this thing is gonna be torture if I can’t cum…jesus…I’ll be good, I’ll suck your dick, lick your asshole, suck your toes…anything. But don’t leave that gadget on me all night…please!”

I laughed as I responded to his humbling entreaties in that deep, masculine voice. “Tommy, your dick needs this kind of training, needs to be worked on a schedule. You love to have your cock erect, and have it played with. The only thing I’m doing is controlling when you ejaculate and when you play with it…you need this training and it will make your cock throb all night and your tits hard. Now close your eyes, it’s time to sleep. When I switch this little baby on, it’ll start a cycle randomly working your dick head. You’ll fell those sweet little bristles at moments when you’re not expecting them. And that’s when you’ll have to prove you can exercise self-control, and keep from squealing for relief, or worse yet, ejaculating without permission. Good night my little dick on the brain, and not another word.” I already envisioned our tests with these devices on the boys we were going to meet this coming week, and then back at the Asylum on some of our more uncooperative clients.

I switched on the device, and he flinched, expecting it to come on and assault his tender, over stimulated prick head immediately. But instead, it lay dormant, waiting for a moment when he least expected it to whir on and drive him into grinding his ass on the bed to control his desire to grunt and whine, and the urge to shoot cum spontaneously. His dick stayed hard in anticipation which only made the bristles naughty work even more agonizing, knowing that humiliation, bondage, and cock control were the very things that made this handsome, horny college kid boner-up uncontrollably.

When I awoke at 7:30 a.m., the smell of ball juice was in the air. Tommy had leaked all night, helpless to stop the maddening torture of his cock head, causing his leaking knob to coat his dick and constantly wetting the interior of the helmet…but at least he had kept quiet. He was groaning softly as I turned to look at him. I could hear the bristles moving in one of their random spin cycles, scrubbing the tender head of his dick and the pebbled flange under his cock head including his circumcision scar. He wasn’t injured, just ready for any prolonged touching of his dick that would allow him to cum hard. But he was a ways off from this hopeful scenario. This would be a good day, his boner scratching against the rough material of his jeans, making him desperate for the cum he had been denied, but keeping him stiff.

I let Tommy shower, after I made him stand up in front of me and urinate. He had to stand with his legs slightly spread, naked, one hand behind his head, the other holding his obdurate prick, willing it to go soft as he pissed. His long toes gripped the carpet as he struggled to make his dick soft. Then he asked permission to shit, and so I made his sit on the can, with his legs apart and his feet raised up on his toes so I could watch him do it. Now I have no interest in a man’s shit, but the act of making this big teenage boy do his bodily functions at my discretion was enough to give me a dripping morning erection. Then he had to stand up, bend over, and use moist towelettes to wipe himself before he climbed into the shower. I supervised his shower, telling him how to wash himself, including soaping his boner into erection, and using a wash cloth on the big knob. He had to soap a little finger and insert it deep into his hole, and finger fuck himself clean. He grunted and groaned has his big digit rubbed against his whorish fuck nut, and I had him roll his tits with the other hand while he did it. Nothing like a big boy abusing himself for your pleasure while he’s performing his ablutions. When he was done, he was allowed to towel himself dry, opening each toe to my inspection to make sure he did not have athlete’s foot. To his credit, he kept himself clean, because I warned him that if I had found evidence of fungus, I would have used my little cock whip on his boner. He rubbed his dick with the towel which only stimulated his erection, and then was forced to put it down and get dressed before he could get to the relief he’d hoped I would allow him.

During breakfast, while I massaged his cock under the table through his jeans, and eventually pulled it out to rub slowly and gently as we ate and talked, Tommy revealed that he had a friend whom he had lusted over for a year and by whom he wanted to be dominated, and yet watch him be tortured by another guy also. As a rule, I am opposed to putting men under restraint who have not committed a crime unless they crave mastery. But the man whom Tommy described was actually a possible candidate for our efforts. He was a drop dead gorgeous young man, who enjoyed fucking girls but rarely made a commitment to them. For him, a cunt was a sleeve into which to masturbate his giant dick, and when he was finished with one, he treated it like a condom he would dispose. I figured there was a way to give Tommy and his friend what the former wanted and the latter needed.

Tommy indicated that his friend Brandon always worked out on Saturdays. Since this was the day, I allowed him to force his erection back into his jeans, and I paid the bill so we could prepare to get Brandon into my hands for the rest of the day and night. We went back to the room, and hung around until 10 a.m. when the gym they both used, near the college, opened. That’s when Brandon would be there, so I allowed Tommy to pack a bag as if he was going to work out. Fortunately, he had his gym bag in his car down in the garage. Before we left, I had him lower his jeans, put his hand behind his head, and kneel in front of me and masturbate himself to near ejaculation three times. That way, I knew he was primed, and fear of the little cock whip I held in my hands was enough to get him to comply with my orders. We were ready to widen my adventure, by bagging a big, straight guy whose asshole would be exposed to new experiences before the night was through.

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The week in the Caribbean for Todd went so nicely. He was enjoying the days in the sun and sipping pina coladas at every chance he had. His two best friends, Greg and Randy, also became comfortable with the nude beach behind their condo they had rented and the boys spent most of their time naked on the shore.

Todd, in his late 20s, had a slender build and lightly fury chest. He didn’t shave his pubes down and his hair got even thicker in his ass crack. His dick hung soft at 4 inches. His foreskin hung over the head of his penis, just barely covering it all.

Greg and Randy both had similar body builds. The boys were also in their late 20s and about 250 pounds. Greg’s dick was smaller than Randy’s. It was hidden under a small bit of fat when soft. Randy was definitely a shower and not a grower. Randy’s cock hung at about 6.5 inches and had a loose circumcision. Whatever was left of his foreskin bunched up at the ridge behind his dick head.

The boys all three soaked up the sun and enjoyed the time out together. Todd couldn’t stop thinking of the encounter he had with the old man down the beach on his first day. Every time he thought of that man’s leaking cock teasing his asshole, he stiffened ever so slightly. He had spent all his time on vacation with the other two that he never had a chance to walk down and see if he could find that man again for a quick fuck.

Finally, just before sunset, Todd stood up and decided to take a walk down the beach. The other two wanted to stick behind, so Todd took off down the beach. He kept his sunglasses on so other men couldn’t directly notice that he was definitely looking at all their beautiful packages bouncing back and forth. Todd kept thinking to himself how badly he just wanted to drop everything and move here.

Once out of the busy public beach area, Todd found the small beach front condo where his ass was stretched open by a beer can sized cock. Out on the patio of the condo was the old man and some of his friends. The old man looked over, squinted, and realized who is was. He waved and signaled for Todd to come over.

Todd headed up the sand to the back of the condo to where the men were all sitting around.

“Gentlemen, this is the boy  I was telling you all about from earlier!” The old man said while Todd came closer.

The other men whistled and made small comments of how cute they found Todd. Todd suddenly wasn’t sure if he was comfortable with it all but he laughed a bit nervously and stuck it out.

“How have you been?” the old man asked Todd.

“Oh, just enjoying vacation. You?” he replied.

Todd looked around at the old men. Bears of men they were. One had a thick dick piercing, stretching open his urethra. He fondled his balls in a way older men do when they lounge around. The other had balls bigger than golf balls. They were both clean shaven and kept eyeing Todd.

The men were all talking and getting some conversation going for awhile and finally the older man interrupted.

“Todd, we are having a sort of get together tonight before the others leave for home. Would you like to come? I’d like to invite you as our special guest.”

Todd wasn’t sure what to think. Greg and Randy didn’t have anything planned for them tonight but how was he going to just sneak off to spend an evening with these older men?

Todd thanked them and said it was a possibility he’d stop by but then explained he needed to head back to his friends. The old man winked at Todd as he turned and left.

Todd made it back to the beach where their rental property stood. No one was out any longer because the sun had set. He noticed all the lights were off at the condo where he was staying and wondered if Greg and Randy were out.

“Oh fuck…yea” Todd heard a light moan off to his right side while making his way to the condo entrance. He glanced and made out two figures. He walked slowly over to where he heard the noise. It was blocked by some tall beach grass.

The gasps grew louder and Todd’s curiosity peaked. He squatted down at the beach grass and slowly pulled it apart to see through. It was Greg and Randy! Greg was on his back in the sand with his legs spread open and Randy had his hands pushing Greg’s legs back, pointing Greg’s ass towards Randy.

Todd saw how Randy’s cock pushed into Greg and he was pushing in and out in a rhythmic manner. Todd’s cock started to stir as he saw this. He felt a little weird because he wasn’t sure if he should be watching his two friends fucking. But unless they ran over, they’d never know.

The slaps of Greg’s ass meeting Randy’s hips made a light clapping sound as they picked up speed. Randy reached down and stroked on Greg’s stout cock.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me shoot” Greg exclaimed. Randy let go of Greg’s cock and slowed his thrusts.

“Not just yet. I want you to sit on this and ride me.” Randy said with a dirty grin to his face.

Randy pulled his cock out of Greg’s ass slowly and repositioned himself to lay in the sand. Greg stood over him and began to squat over Randy. Once on top of Randy’s dick, Greg bounced happily on top. Greg’s short penis was hard and bouncing on Randy’s stomach as he took in all of Randy.

“Oh yea, shoot your load all over me as your ride.” Said Randy. Greg’s moans increased and Greg began beating off his dick.

“I’m gonna shoot!” shouted Greg. And Greg slammed his body harder and harder on Randy’s dick and began to shoot cum from his own onto Randy. The first spurt of cum shot Randy right in the chin as the rest covered and soaked Randy’s chest. Greg kept slamming down onto Randy until Randy grabbed Greg’s hips and held him in place and grunted. Randy shot his load deep into Greg and they both laid there in the sand, wet and sticky with each other’s cum.

Todd was so turned on. His cock was rock hard now and he didn’t know what to do. Clearly his friends didn’t want to be bothered so he took the opportunity to head back to the old men’s condo and hang out longer.

His hard boner bounced up and down as he walked the length of the beach back. He hoped it would be completely soft by the time he got back to save himself some embarrassment.

“Hey, you did decide to come!” The old man shouted from a slight distance. About 10 men were all sitting around a bonfire on the beach. All were still naked. Todd took a seat next to the old man around the fire and introduced himself to the others.

“Welcome, Todd.” Said the old man. “We do this every year together and the last day of our vacation we have a small party. We try to invite one person out of our circle of friends to join and be our special guest. I’m so glad it’s you.”

The other men looked over at Todd and nodded in agreement.

“I have to be honest with you, Todd.” The old man started. “I had to tell all my friends of when we first met. Your ass felt so good and when it took in my cock, damn. I’ve been thinking of it all week.”

Todd was not sure if he should be flattered or uncomfortable because this man was talking about fucking his ass in front of all these men.

“Would you mind showing just your hole to my friends? I mean, we are naked to begin with but just a peak at what I got to enter.”

Todd didn’t know what to do. Was he supposed to just stand up and bend over?

“Uhhh, sure?” Todd said.

The man pointed towards a large mattress laying out on the sand off to the side. “Lean over that, it’ll be easier and less awkward.”

Todd made his way to the mattress and bent over. His elbows met the fabric of the mattress and he felt all eyes on him. His cock started to rise a little.

The old man made his way over and slapped an ass cheek. “Look at that beauty, guys!”

Another came over and caressed his other cheek, admiring the hairy hole. Suddenly Todd felt more hands over his ass and he just stood there. The man with the pierced cock got on his knees and stared right at Todd’s hole. He inched closer and licked his tongue across Todd’s asshole. Todd shivered and broke out in goosebumps. The tongue felt so good teasing his hole. The rest of the group came around closer to get a better look.

“Do you mind if they give you a try?” The old man asked Todd.

Todd’s cock was now rock hard and starting to leak precum. He couldn’t think of words to say. He was surprised at what was happening. He shook his head and confirmed he didn’t mind what was happening. In fact, he wanted more.

The old man came and sat in front of Todd’s face where he was bent over. His beer can thick cock was solid and he waved it in front of Todd’s lips.

“Take it in your mouth, Todd.” The old man said. Todd lowered his lips over the head of the man’s penis and slowly swallowed it down.

The man with the pierced cock kept eat out Todd’s ass and the other men around were playing with themselves.

Moans came from everywhere. You couldn’t pinpoint who they came from exactly. Everyone was enjoying themselves.

Then, the man with the pierced cock pulled away and another man stepped in. This time not with his tongue. He pushed his cock into Todd’s hole. It had been a few days since Todd was last fucked by that big beer can cock so he had tightened back up. Todd winced a bit as the cock entered and then he felt the man’s hips at his ass cheeks. He took that man’s cock deep in his ass while he sucked on his old friend.

Another man came up in front of Todd and offered him his cock as well. Todd put his old friend’s cock next to the other man’s and sucked both dick heads. Suddenly he felt a grip tighten around his waist as the man fucking him stiffened and moaned loudly. He felt the pulsing of this man’s cock in his ass. He was unloading inside him. When he finished, he pulled out and moved back. Another man lined up and spit down on his cock. Todd’s ass was already lubed with plenty of spit and one load of cum. The man entered him and thrust hard into him.

That man didn’t last long at all. He groaned and moaned and slapped Todd’s ass as he came inside Todd. When he slipped his cock out of Todd’s ass, a third man came behind and turned Todd over. He pushed Todd’s legs back and pushed hard into Todd’s back entry. His old friend still at Todd’s head, got on his knees and put his cock over Todd’s face. Todd took his old friend’s thick cock in his mouth and his old friend leaned over to take Todd’s exposed cock into his. They 69-ed while the third man fucked Todd’s ass.

Eight more men took their turns fucking Todd in the ass. They alternated between watching the hot scene and playing with themselves and fucking Todd’s ass and mouth. Todd’s ass felt full. He could sense whenever warm cum slid from his asshole down his ass crack as it leaked out. Everyone was spent after unloading in him. Finally, the man with the pierced cock came up to Todd’s ass again. He lowered his face down to his hole and licked at Todd’s opening. Todd couldn’t hold all the cum in him and some leaked out onto the old man’s mouth. He slurped it and enjoyed the taste of cum from 9 other men all mixed together.

He stood up and pushed his thick piercing against Todd’s hole. What a different sensation, Todd thought. The man pushed through Todd’s opening and began fucking him. The ring made a gentle glide inside Todd’s ass and made a textured rubbing against Todd’s prostate as he fucked him.

Todd stiffened even harder and enjoyed every inch and every thrust from this old man. The sensation of his prostate got stronger and stronger. The amount of precum Todd was leaking increased and it was soon flowing almost steadily out of the tip of his cock.

“Fuck I´m going to cum.” Shouted Todd.

The old man thrust harder and harder until the last second. Once Todd’s cock began its initial orgasmic pulse, the old man pulled his cock out of Todd’s ass. He grabbed Todd’s cock and aimed his cum at his own dick. Todd shot rope after rope of sticky, warm cum. It covered the old man’s pierced cock. When Todd’s orgasm subsided, the man reentered Todd’s ass with his cock covered in Todd’s cum and began fucking him hard. The man closed his eyes as he got close and finally unleashed his thick load into Todd as well.

When he pulled his cock out of Todd, all the men around stood in awe. They thanked Todd for their chance to fuck him. Todd couldn’t stand up at first. His whole body was weak. His old man friend helped him up. His asshole felt so full but he didn’t want to let any slip out. He enjoyed the feeling of all the cum in his ass.

He said his goodbyes to the men and decided he better start home. He headed back to the rental property where he and his friends were staying. Still horny from what had just happened, he didn’t walk up to the house just yet. He crouched down on his knees and held his hand to his ass. He let the loads of 10 men slide out of him and cover his hand. When his hand was saturated with all the cum, he brought it to his cock and lubed his dick up with all that semen. He was hard as a rock again and jacked off on the beach. When he was fully satisfied and shot his cum once again, he took a quick dip in the ocean to clean off before returning to the condo.

What a vacation, he thought.

I’d known he was interested in me even if he hadn’t been making moon eyes at me at the neighbors’ dinner on Sunday night. I was surprised the others at the gathering couldn’t see it. He’d been watching me doing my daily swim for most of the summer. I hadn’t realized the people who invited us even knew Dan.

It was the neighbors across the street from us, Gail and Chase, who we traded house checking and mail pickup with when either of us was on vacation, who had invited us over. They’d also invited Dan from around the corner. We lived in a neighborhood whose residents primarily were connected with the university in some way because we were only three blocks from the edge of the campus. My wife, Julie, was a medical researcher there. I’d been a pro tennis player and worked with the university’s tennis squad. Gail was the university registrar, and her husband, who’d been a chemistry professor, had turned that life in in favor of landscaping gardens. Dan was a research librarian at the university library.

It turns out that Dan’s mother had been a family friend of Gail’s family. They didn’t say so, but they’d invited him to dinner with us on their back screened porch to check up on him and to cheer him up. His mother had died that winter. The two of them had lived together in a split foyer house, where she had the upstairs, with three bedrooms, and he had the downstairs with two bedrooms and a home office. He was able to work at home a couple of days a week to help look after her as her health deteriorated. She’d taken over a year to die and that had taken a toll on her son.

He obviously was gay—in contrast to me—meaning it wasn’t obvious, I didn’t think, that I wasn’t fully hetero. I don’t think anyone would have guessed that I was bi and actually preferred men. Dan was good-looking, in his mid-thirties, with a slim body and a somewhat effeminate way of carrying himself. I think he’d had boyfriends before he and his mother moved in together, but that probably had been avoided from that point forward. His mother likely knew he was gay but, just as likely, they’d never discussed it. He probably hadn’t been fucked for ten years. Even I could tell at the gathering that he was jittery and tense. Others, I’m sure, thought it was from the loss of his mother. I thought it more likely from not having been fucked good for a long time.

He kept up with the conversation at dinner, but he was reserved—except that I kept noticing him giving me a longing look when he thought no one—but maybe me—was looking. By the end of the evening, I was pretty sure he was signaling to me. He had every reason to know I was active with men even though the rest didn’t. Guys of that persuasion have a radar for such things, but I had made it quite obvious to him.

I’d brought it on myself, I guess. His yard was connected to ours in back. In all, five yards abutted ours. His was the only one with a line of sight on our swimming pool, though, where I liked to swim laps every warm morning. We had a nice pool, and there had been gates between our back yard and the other five since before we lived there. Apparently, our pool was used by the whole neighborhood at one time. I’d retired from professional tennis at thirty with a pile of money—you can make very good money even though you never rose to the semifinals of a big tournament—so, other than dabbling in work with the university tennis team, I had little to do other than keep myself in shape.

I was narcissistic, I admit. I liked being in shape and I liked having a cut body—and an overall tan. Sometimes I swam with a pouch swim suit and sometimes I swam and sunned myself in the nude. I didn’t think I had to worry about being seen. The only window in another house that had a good shot of our pool area was that second floor of the split foyer where Dan’s mother was bed bound—on the other side of her house from my yard—and dying.

I hadn’t kept track of when she died and hadn’t thought that maybe Dan would move upstairs. Whether he did or not, he started coming to the upstairs window when I was swimming—and staying there as I lay out on a pool bed to dry off—either in a pouch bikini bathing suit or the altogether.

When I noticed that he was watching, I teased him, without revealing that I knew he was there. He initially hid behind the curtains, but as he became aware that I knew he was there and it didn’t affect what I did, he increasingly came out from behind the curtains. Eventually, he made no pretense about watching me. I started masturbating sometimes while lying on the pool bed after swimming. So, I guess it was my fault that I added to the poor guy’s frustration and to his loneliness after his mother had passed.

I wasn’t even thinking of Dan being in the window, watching, the day that I brought Champhorn, a Thai sophomore tennis player, home for a swim in the pool with me and to suck off my cock as I sat on the rim of the pool and he stood in the shallow end, his arms around my waist and his mouth making love to my cock and balls. For the finish, I laid on my back on the pool bed and Champhorn, saddled on my hips, rode me in a cowboy. When I let my gaze drift around to the trees while I was holding the waist of the cute, lithe Thai tennis player as he was bouncing on my shaft, I saw Dan standing there, in his window, watching us.

That must have been when Dan realized that not only was I built and liked to walk around in the raw or nearly so and even jacked myself off on occasion on my back at the pool, I also got it on with men and topped them. I certainly made that clear to him that day, because, even knowing he was up there, watching, I put Champhorn under me on all fours, fucked the shit out of him, and went off to the shower, leaving him collapsed on the pool bed, arms and legs dangling off the side, a silly expression on his face, purring, and blowing bubbles.

So, at dinner that Sunday night, I tried to be very nice to Dan. He apparently saw that as interest and, yeah sure, he was about my age and very good-looking—and obviously a total submissive. So, yeah, I was interested.

And when Gail and Chase told us of the rough time Dan was having adjusting to his mother’s death and coming back into society, I felt guilty too.

“I think I’ll take a loaf of your homemade bread around to Dan,” I said when Julie and I got home. “He’s asked me to help with information on research he’s doing on Arthur Ashe, the tennis player, so I might be over there for a while.”

“Fine with me, Max,” she said. “Remember that I’m off to Charleston in the morning for a few days to visit Beth. You’ll have to batch it.”

“I’ll manage,” I said.

Dan had his front door open when I came up the walk—it was like he expected me to show up. It made the next forty-five minutes easier. At that point, I considered that I was just on a guilt-ridden mission of mercy. It was only later that I appreciated what a sweet lay he was.

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I fucked him that first time on the floor of what would have been his living room in the downstairs of the split foyer house. We kissed just inside the door and the kissing, adjusting of clothes, and fondling continued on a downstairs sofa. I made sure the curtains to the outside windows were closed. I had my torso raised by stiff arming the arm of the sofa and suspending my pelvis over his face as he lay on the sofa under me and sucked my cock. I was surprised that he wanted to take my cock in his mouth so soon, but he begged to suck me, so I sank my cock between his lips. He had a soft, talented mouth. Some things about him I didn’t particularly like. Others I did. It was a mercy fuck, though, so I didn’t dwell on what I didn’t like any more than I had to. Once we got going, he had a mouth and a hole and a warm passage, so it was all good.

Once we got started there was no shyness in him. He wanted our torsos and cocks exposed, he wanted his hands on my muscular torso, and he wanted his mouth on my cock. He wanted to deep-throat me, and he did a good job of it for not having been spiked for some time.

He wanted us to be completely naked when we fucked, which was fine with me. He had a nice body, and I knew I had a great body and didn’t mind showing it off or using it. I wasn’t a complete drone on the career front. I did commercials, and I liked being in good shape for them. He couldn’t get enough of me, running his hands over my body and telling me how beautiful it was. My concern was getting my dick in his hole. He gave me no fight in achieving that goal.

He begged for me to be inside him, and when we got there, we rolled off onto the floor, with Dan on his belly and, at first, me stretched out on him, covering him close and slowly giving him four thick inches, not knowing how much he could take, especially after some time of not getting any, but he urged me on, raising his tail to me, begging me, “Fuck me good; fuck me hard; make me feel it.” I got my feet under me then, straddled his hips, gave him the other three inches, and rode his ass, pumping him deep. I fucked him good and hard, and he let me know he was feeling it. He squealed like a girl.

“Fuck, you’re big!” he cried out. Yep, I was, thick and long. I was proud of that.

“Shit, I’ve never had it like this!”

Lucky you now, then I thought. You’d get it better from me, though, if you took it more like a man. Stop with the limp-wristed hand at my neck, fingers running through my hair, girlie begging for kisses crap.

And then when I turned him again, got my knees under his buttocks and an arm around his waist, he just lay, docilely in my arms, his torso arched back and his arms straight out in a sacrificial position, moaning softly, moving his pelvis almost imperceptibly with me, as I slow pumped him to a finish, giving him all of it in long, slow slides, and chewed on his nipples. He went all effeminate on me then, which I didn’t like all that much, but I was too close to getting off for it to make much difference.

He took it. He wanted it. He wanted it again right after I’d come, and I carried him back to the bedroom area—he insisted we use a guest room rather than his bedroom. I laid him out on his back on the bed, slapped his thighs open, and came down hard between his legs. I fucked him hard and rough that second time and he took it like he’d been dreaming of it ever since he’d started watching me at the pool. And maybe he had.

“Yes, yes, rough. Harder. like that. I knew you’d fuck rough,” he cried out. So, I did him even rougher, pounding him hard, giving him what he was saying he wanted from me.

I fucked him in a missionary, and he clutched me to him, his claws buried in my shoulder blades, his grip opening and closing to the rhythm of my thrusts, his face buried in the hollow of my shoulder and sobbing quietly as we rocked back and forth on each other, giving added motion to my cock inside him. I pulled it nearly all the way out and slammed it back in, again and again and again, trying to pull him out of the virgin girl being deflowered game. And he clutched at me and yelled. “Yes, yes, oh shit, yes!”

There didn’t seem to be any suggestion I was taking liberties with him. He was sobbing, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

As I was finishing him, he lay back, threw his arms to the side in a motion of total surrender to me, turned his cheek to the mattress, and took on the glazed look of someone who had been totally conquered. He had been tight at the beginning, but he opened up nicely too me and the muscles of his passage walls milked my cock deliciously. He was a sweet lay if you overlooked the girlie poses—far better than I had expected.

It was no chore at all. When I rose off him, I muttered that I was sorry and just went back to the living room, pulled my clothes back on, and left his house. He probably thought I was sorry for nearly raping him. What I was sorry for, though, was for cock teasing him and adding to his frustration at a bad time. I determined then to make it up to him. I didn’t want him as my boy toy—he was a bit too effeminate for my long-term tastes, but I’d see what I could do to fix him up with someone else.

“Did he like the bread,” Julie asked me when I got home.

“Sure did. He squealed like a girl,” I answered.

“He is sort of obvious, isn’t he?” she called back.

“More than sort of,” I muttered and went right off to the shower so that she couldn’t smell the cum I’d repeatedly pulled out of him on my body.

* * * *

The next day, all alone, I lay masturbating myself on the pool bed when Dan came to his window. I motioned him down, not knowing if the night before had been too overwhelming for him to want more. But he did want more. In just a few minutes he was coming through the gate between our properties, in a Speedo, and was mincing his way across toward me. I could have done without the mincing walk, but his slim body was still as nice in the daylight as it had been the previous evening in the dark. He’d turned all of the lights off when he’d fully realized I’d come to fuck him and we’d copulated in the dark, as if he didn’t want to shine any light on what we were doing.

I couldn’t stay hard with the image of his effeminate ways as he moved toward me, so I got off the pool bed and dove into the pool. He came in after me and, as I started swimming laps, he did so, as well. He was a good swimmer, keeping up with me. When I thought of him more as an athlete than a limp-wristed librarian, my arousal increased and I went hard again. I pulled myself up to sitting on the rim of the pool and, seeing my hard on, Dan dog paddled over to me and took my cock in his mouth. I reclined back on my elbows and watched his head bobbing in my lap. He gave great head—he’d done so in the dark the previous night and he did so in the light today, as well. The sap rose in me and I pulled him out of the water, put him on my cock, facing me, and we rocked back and forth against each other.

He was plastered in front of me, like a monkey, and had his hands all over me, as my cock explored his passage seven inches deep. He wanted to kiss me everywhere and settled on nursing my nipples. I wasn’t wild about the clinging aspect of this, but the cum was burbling up in me and took me to an ejaculation. He’d already come up my belly.

We embraced there, rocking back and forth. “I want you to do me like you did that Oriental guy the other day,” he whispered.

So, I took him to the pool bed, put him down on his belly, mounted his ass, plugged him, and pounded him. When I left him to take a shower, I left him the same way I’d left Champhorn—flat on his belly, arms and legs dangling off the side of the bed, a silly expression on his face, and purring and blowing bubbles.

It hadn’t been the same as with Champhorn, though. Champhorn was a man’s man. His body was smaller than Dan’s was, but he went with the fuck like a man would. He didn’t get all deflowered virgin on me when I was finishing him, as Dan tended to do.

This wasn’t going to go much further. I could keep it up thinking of a guy as fresh meat, a new challenge. But Dan gave it up too quickly and too much like a girl. I’d have to find some way to let him down and go easily.

The answer came with an invitation from Alec up the block from me, a university drama professor in his early fifties. He was having a party to watch the U.S. Tennis Open semifinals on TV at his house.

Alec was a gay top. He was gray and maybe a bit paunchy, while still pretty well muscled up for a guy his age. He was a little more effeminate than I normally liked to cruise with, so I didn’t. But he was a top. He’d had one of his graduate students living with him, until the guy went out to California to try to break into movies. I didn’t know how Alec did in bed, but his graduate student had always looked very satisfied when I saw him working in Alec’s yard.

And I must admit that I felt a little guilty about Alec in a similar way to how I felt about Dan. I had done Alec wrong. Seeing the graduate student working in Alec’s yard one hot day and looking like he was about ready to die with a heat stroke, I’d invited him back to take a cooling dip in my pool. I’d taken a dip in him in the pool, pushing him up against the side of the pool; barking for him to put his knees on my hips, which he did; and fucking the stuffing out of him. He’d come back for more a couple of times. Neither of us had told Alec I was sharing his graduate student with him.

I know, I wasn’t being a very good neighbor with Alec. But here was a chance to make it up to him.

* * * *

Alec greeted me at the door with a “Well, who have you brought along, Max?” greeting. His eyes had gone directly to Dan, who was giving the host the glad eye too.

“This is one of our neighbors, Dan, from around the corner on Brevington,” I said. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought him along.”

“No, not at all. Not at all. The men are gathered back in the den in front of the TV,” he said, offering an arm to Dan rather than me. As we walked back, I had a little smile waft across my face. The two had gravitated toward each other like magnets.

As I suspected it would be, it was an all-male party—and all gay male at that. Alec wasn’t a bit subtle. He was out, way out, his tenure secure at the university, nothing less expected of someone working in the theater. In no time, Alec and Dan were wrapped around each other in a corner and kissing and feeling each other up as it was an all-Swiss slug fest on the TV, Federer racketing it out with Wawrinka in the U.S. Tennis Open finals up in New York.

I wasn’t bored because Alec had invited Champhorn for me. When I was coming back from one of the guest rooms early into the follow-on Murray-Djokovic match following Federer’s surprise knockout of Wawrinka, where I had bent Champhorn over the bed and ravished his ass, I stopped, arrested by the sounds of sex, and looked into the master bedroom.

Alec was humping Dan on the bed in a missionary. Both of the men were naked, both of them were having a ball balling and being balled, and Alec was proving to be more than competent at the fuck. Dan was in what apparently was a favorite damsel-being-ravished pose, Alec’s knees pushed under his buttocks, holding Dan arched back toward the bed, limbos all akimbo, a “Mom, the big bad man is fucking my snatch” expression on his face as he did the dying swan routine with his limp-wristed arms.

I left the house, without Dan, whistling and feeling fully free of a millstone that had been hanging around my neck.

To solidify the change of guard, I invited Alec, Dan, and Champhorn to a swim party at my house the day before Julie was to return from Charleston. Dan gravitated right to Alec, assuring me that the fuck at Alec’s house had taken effect for both of them, and Alec fucked Dan in the pool while I fucked Champhorn on the pool bed.

A couple of weeks later, as I was driving home from the university tennis facilities, I drove by Dan’s house and say the “For Sale” sign on the lawn in front of it.

“What gives with Dan selling his house?” I asked Julie when I walked into the house. She was part of a Saturday morning neighborhood kaffee klatch where everything—and I hope not simply everything—going on in the neighborhood was hashed over, so I assumed she’d know what was behind house sales.

“Oh,” she said, giving me a little “scandalized, but not really” smile. “Dan is moving in with Alec up the street. He said his house was too big for him anyway and had sad memories since his mother had died there.”

Yeah, I thought, but I think he found the view from a second-floor window there to his liking. Still, I was happy. My turn at being a good neighbor had panned out.

That didn’t stop me, though, from having two fast-growing, tall funeral cypress trees planted in the back garden in just the right place to obscure the view of the pool area from the second floor of Dan’s former house. Our friend across the street, chemistry professor-turned-landscaper Chase, put the trees in for me.

“This isn’t the best place to put these,” he had said.

“Yes, it is,” I’d responded. And so he put them right where I wanted them. And then we went for a swim and I fucked him on the pool bed, riding his ass in a doggie until he came and collapsed flat on the bed under me and I fucked on. As I had for the years Gail and he had been our good neighbors, I left him with his arms and legs dangling off the sides of the bed, humming to himself, a dazed, satiated look in his eyes, and his mouth burbling bubbles.

I left them all that way. That was my specialty—my good-neighbor policy.

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