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I went to the local park, near where I am working now, in Southern Germany. It was not as warm a night as recently, and I was in my shorts and t-shirt and trainers as usual. So I needed warming up…

A short while after I had been cruising around a bit, I noticed this handsome guy, about my age, in cut off denim shorts and a shirt, and noticed him chatting to a couple of the other guys, who would, after a bit of conversation, suddenly leave him alone. I wondered what he has saying to them as the guys around here have seemed pretty friendly. Anyhow, in a couple of minutes he was chatting to me: he said he needed some cash – about €10 – for travel and cigarettes, and he was trying to earn it by offering his cock for a bit of sucking, and he would only charge an extra €5 if he shot his load. This turned me on but I had not a cent on me. So I told him I found this really horny, but couldn’t oblige with the cash.

He didn’t want to leave it at that, though. He took out his cock and showed me what I would be getting for my money – it was a beauty, thick, veiny and with a big knob on the end. So, without thinking, I went down on my knees and started to lick the knob, and he was certainly liking my tongue. I kept on telling him I had no cash. He said, he’d make me pay. I wondered what that meant…. and he grabbed my head and rammed his cock deep into my mouth. I was gagging. He was rock hard and quite rough – He told me that in Serbia – where he was from – he couldn’t get his cock sucked by a guy easily as there is a pretty hostile attitude to gays there. I could feel him bucking and soon he started to moan loudly – and sure enough, my mouth filled with a massive creamy thick load of his cum. As I continued to suck on him and drink back his load, he bucked and shuddered violently.

I eventually let his cock come out of my mouth, his spunk pouring down my face, and he pulled me up from the ground. I thought this was a nice helping gesture, but in fact he was now pretty aggressive: he started trying to get his hands into my pockets – looking for any cash. I was genuinely without even a coin, and this made him mad; he grabbed me by the wrists and told me I had to pay. I said he could open every pocket but that I didn’t have any money. He started fumbling with my shorts again, and in a rage pulled them down completely.

Then he seemed to have an idea. He told me he needed a piss. I told him then that we may be able to come to an agreement – he could punish me by humiliating me in front of the other cruising guys by pissing on me. He told me that I was a dirty cheat who deserved no better than that, and roughly took me by the arm to the circle of trees where most of the 5 or so cruising guys there were assembled. I struggled to walk there as my shorts were around my ankles.

One of the guys there was obviously a mate of his – and he started talking with this guy; They both came back over to me, with a wild look in their eyes.
The next thing I knew, I was down on my back in the dirt, the second guy was astride my face on his knees, pushing his hard cock into my mouth, and then taking it out from time to time to jerk it and slap his big knob in my face. Meanwhile the Serb was standing over me. He took out his thick cock and started to piss. It was a dribble at first. Then a real thick man flow started. His mate jerked his cock a few more times and then shot his load into my face and loads of it dribbled into my open mouth. Then he got off me and the Serb directed his huge flow upwards to my face, and into my mouth. I heard the sound of his piss filling my mouth and washing his mate’s spunk around. Then I felt another stream. His mate had unleashed his own pent-up man piss. Both were now pissing directly into my face and my mouth. They were both laughing and joking in what I assume was Serbian – and after a while the streams abated. The two of them then bent over my soaked face and gobbed on me. They called me a dirty cheating fuck slut and gobbed again…. then headed off.

Two of the guys who had been watching this came over and asked me if I was OK. I said ‘never better!’ They both laughed and helped me to my feet. They were both pretty aroused and I finished the evening again on my knees sucking the loads out of them both, sometimes with both the cocks in my mouth at the same time…. they were so aroused that it didn’t take long for them to shoot!

Making my way home along the street, soaked in piss and cum, I noticed how cold the evening was. I hoped I would get back into my apartment building without meeting anyone, but this was not to be; at the entrance there were two new residents trying to make sense of the intercom system. I had to sneak past them quickly and run upstairs before they noticed the huge piss stains on my clothes, and the streams of cum on my t-shirt…. I wonder if they did?

The encounter that I am about to tell has stuck in my mind and I have for so long tried to put it out of my thoughts, but periodically I find myself slipping back and remembering this particular time. This all happened many years ago, but when I think about this one time, it feels like it had just happened. It may be that I wish it would happen again or that I could somehow go back and relive the experience all over again. I have mixed feeling about it, but when it creeps back into my thoughts and I end up thinking about what actually took place, it seem to go back to that fateful time in my life but then I wish again to forget.

It actually began in early spring when I was just a teenage delinquent, skipping class and hanging out at the local game room by the high school. I had been hanging out at this game room for quite some time, when I started to become good friends the owner of the game room. His name was John and he had dark hair; dark skinned and, he was much older than I was.

Many students would hang out up at the game room during the day and sometimes into the evening. This was a place to meet friends, play games, and just hang out if you did not have anything else to do. It was also a place where you could find drugs and alcohol, if you wanted it, or to hook up with someone. I did not really notice John to much at first, but I think he must have been watching me. He probably noticed the amount of time I was spending at the game room and during this time, I think John must have decided that he would see if I could be encouraged to become friends and maybe even build a relationship with one another.

Conversations with John wee innocent. I would ask for change to play the games or sometimes a casual, ‘Hello’ when we saw each other. As time progressed, John would sometimes give me money to play on machines when I was hanging out there and our friendship eventually grow into where he would take me out for breakfast and lunch. It was definitely nice receiving this attention and I enjoyed skipping classes to hang out at the game room. When we would go out for breakfast or lunch, our conversations were always very casual, but I now know he was getting a feel for the situation and as I would later find out, he was actually building this friendship in hopes of have sex with me. John must have become a little impatient and felt it was time to test our friendship. One day, when we were out for breakfast, our simple conversation turned to a conversation about sex and girls. John asked if I had ever been with a girl and at the time, I had been with several girls but I had not gone all the way with any of them, so I said, ‘Yes’. We talked about what I was attracted to and he did the same, but using this line of questions, John turned the conversation to one about homosexuality. He was trying to find out what I thought about homosexuals and if I ever found other men attractive. I told him that I thought it was wrong and I never looked at other men that way. John then asked, ‘So you have never slept in the same bed with one of your friends, not having sex, but sleeping together?’ I said, ‘Well, yes but that is different,’ and I told him that I was only interested in girls. I still felt our conversation was rather innocent, but it was about that was all about to change. John then mentioned that he was bisexual and asked if I know what that was. I had never heard that term before and he seemed to relish the opportunity to explain that he was attracted to women and that sometimes he found men to be attractive too. I was not sure where this was leading, but John explained that if he found a woman to be attractive and she found him attractive, they sometimes slept together and would have sex. He also said that sometimes when he found another man to be attractive, and that person was attracted to him, he enjoyed sleeping with that person too. I was kind of in shock and he continued the conversation by asking what I thought about that, and I told him that I was not sure how I felt. John now had the opening he was looking for and he explained that he found me to be someone he could really talk to about stuff and that I nice looking too. I did not know what to say, but he proceeded to tell me he had thoughts about wanting to sleep with me, not to have sex but to get closer to each other. This was a bold move on his part but it would ultimately tell him if I was interested at all in having sex with him, and it did pay off for him in the end. I did not know what to do or what to say. I was somewhat flattered that he thought I was good looking, but to sleep with him, I quickly said, ‘No, I had never thought about sleep with him.’ John then said, ‘We wouldn’t have to do anything, we can just lie in bed together and see how it goes.’ I was silent. What was I going to do? This man is talking about wanting to sleep with me and he is my only way back to school. I was feeling very uneasy with the situation, and I think he knew it too. To relieve some of the stress, John said, ‘Don’t worry; I am not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.’ He was trying to smooth things out now, because he realized that he had pushed the conversation to fast. He now needed to make sure I was still open to spending time with him to make sure the opportunity was still there, before we left the restaurant and he wanted to make sure I was thinking about it, because if I was interested at all, the next offer he was going to make might just change my mind.

I was speechless and did not know what to say and I think he knew the subject had made me nervous. He again told me not to worry about it and as we left the restaurant, he held out his hand in hopes that I would shake it. I quickly shook his hand and we headed back to the game room. As we drove, he continued to try to smooth thing out and to make sure everything was still ok between the two of us. However, his real motive was to convince me to sleep with him and to change my mind about it or at least encourage me to keep thinking about it before we got out of the car. John told me that he hoped I would think about it and he then explained that he would give me anything if I would sleep with him, anything. John mentioned giving me money, having girls for me, buying me something. He even told me he would buy me a car. I was silent all the way back to the game room and when we got there, he asked me one last time to think about it and to let him know what it would take to change my mind. He was not going to let me out of the car until I had given him an answer, so I told him I would think about it but at the time, it did not sit well with me about sleeping with another man, but I did think about it.

A few days later, I ventured back to the game room to hang out with friends and he eventually cornered me and asked if I had thought about his proposition. I told him that I had thought about it but I was still unsure about it. He said, ‘Come on let’s go get something to eat.’ Right then, he knew the opportunity of having sex with me was still there and in the car on our way to the restaurant, he said, ‘I am so glad you are thinking about it, and you have been such a good friend, what can I get for you for being such a good friend?’ I just wanted to keep this on a friendly basis, so I told him I was not sure, but he was hard-pressed now to get an answer and again asked, ‘Come on, there has to be something you would really like to have.’ At the restaurant, we did not really talk about it much, but I knew he wanted to find out what it would take to get me in bed. He again said, ‘You have been such a good friend, what it is I can get for you?’ I knew he was going to keep pressing for a response so I told him that I would really like to have a car. John smiled with confidence and I knew I had given him the answer he was looking for. He casually asked, ‘Oh yea, what kind of car would you like to have?’ I told him I was not sure, but he knew that he needed to keep this conversation going now, because he was almost there. He kept probing to know what kind of car I liked and he asked if I liked Camaros, Firebirds, Mustangs, etc. and I told him I was not sure what kind I wanted. He did not want to lose this chance of getting me into bed, so as we drove back to the game room, he said to be sure to let him know what kind of car I would like to have and that he would get it for me. The conversation on the surface seemed to become innocent again and he made sure that I understood to let him know what kind of car I wanted and that he would be sure to get it, no strings attached. When he told me, No strings attached, I was seriously thinking about what kind of car I would like and not thinking that if I do tell him would I want that I would be giving him the opportunity of sleep with me, and not just once but maybe a few times. When we pulled into the parking lot, he made sure to remind me to let him know what kind of car I would like and I said I would and he immediately asked if I would be able to tell him tomorrow. I told him I would try and we got out of the car and went inside the game room.

John really had me thinking about what kind of car I would like to have and as I thought about all the different kinds of cars, but one kept coming to mind. It was a 1956 Chevy. However, in the back of my mind I thought, what would happen if I actually went through with it and told him? I was not sure, but having a car would be nice and he did say there would be no strings attached. A couple days went by before I went back up to the game room, and I tried to avoid John as best as possible, but he came up to me and asked if I had made a decision. I was not sure if I should answer, s I hesitated for a second and then I said, Yes, I had made a decision. John said, ‘Great, let’s go for a drive and you can tell me!’ He was obviously excited as we left in his car and I told him that I would really like to have a ’56 Chevy. He told me that he would start looking for one. I then told him that I wanted it to be a two door with a V8 and I would like it to be midnight blue. He knew he had me now, all he needed to do was reel me in and he said he would get right on it.

A few days had passed, when one day I was up at the game room he came up to me and told me he had found the car and that he wanted to tell me about it. John was very good at building up the situation and as we drove, he started to describe it to me, and it sounded exactly like what I wanted. He told me that it just needed to be painted the mid night blue I wanted and that it was going to be ready it in a week or so. I was so excited and I wanted to see it and drive it, but now he had a question for me. In the back of my mind, I knew it was coming, but what could I do now. He said, ‘Well, now that I have found the car, what are you going to do for me?’ I did not know what to say. John then said, ‘I will tell you what, you come over to my place with me tomorrow afternoon and give it a try. I was not sure at first what he was suggesting, but realized he wanted me to sleep with him. He then said, ‘If you don’t like it, we can stop and leave, and you can still have the car.’ He also said, you think about and let me know. I was not sure, but said I would think about it and he patted me on the leg. We returned to the game room and he told me to come by tomorrow and let him know what I want to do and I agreed. I was so excited to have a car, but in the back of my mind, I was thinking about what might happen when we got to his place, but I wanted that car and I decided I would do it.

That night, I started to think about what was going to take place the next day when we went to his place and I knew I had better be ready for anything. My first thought was, ‘What if I end up cumming tomorrow?’ I had not masturbated for a few days and I knew the next time I was to cum, it would be a lot. I did not want to cum to much for him tomorrow so I decided I had better relieve myself and that by tomorrow, I would still be able to cum for him. Then I thought about my ass and if he puts his finger in me or his cock in me, I did not want him to think I was not prepared so I made sure to take a crap before I left that morning for school and clean my ass real good too.

The next day, I went up to the game room around noon and was nervous about what was going to happen, but all I could think about was that car he promised. He came up to me and casually said, ‘Are you ready?’ I simple replied, ‘Yes I am ready.’ He said, ‘Are you sure?’ I told him that I was sure. We got in his car and headed off to his place. I was not sure where we were going and I was very nervous as we drove because I knew where this was leading me. Along the way, I think to break the tension, he asked if I was hunger and if wanted to get something to eat first. I said, No, I just wanted to get over with it. We pulled into an apartment complex not far from the school and pulled in front of an apartment, and went inside. Inside, his apartment it was small, but nicely furnished and clean looking, and as I was looking around for a place to sit, he closed the blinds in the front room and then we went into the back bedroom. As we walked down the short hallway, I noticed there was a bathroom in the hallway and across from that; there was another room with the door closed. As we entered the back bedroom, he quickly closed the blinds, making it rather dark, but some light was able to slip past the closed blinds. It was a large bedroom with a bathroom toward the back and he had a king sized bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to sit next to him. He put his hand on my thigh and rubbing it, and telling me to relax and that everything would be all right. I simply nodded and he told me to go ahead and take off my clothes as he stood up and started walking toward the bathroom. He closed the door to the bathroom and I sat there quietly for a second. I then thought that I had better get undressing before he returns. I took of my shoes, my shirt, pants, and my socks, and piled them at the end of the bed. I decided I would leave my underwear on and I sat there waiting. Hearing the door to the bathroom open, I looked over to see him come out wearing nothing more than a long sleeved button down shirt that appeared to be unbuttoned. As he walked over to the bed, I tried to see what his body looked like and especially how big his cock was, but his shirt covered everything. John then sat next to me and noticed I still had on my underwear. He asked, ‘What’s wrong?’ referring to me still having my underwear on, and I said, ‘What do you mean?’ He dismissed it, realizing I was nervous about being there and he tried to lean over toward me, apparently trying to kiss me but I turned my head. John then rubbed my shoulders for a second and told me to go ahead and lay down on the bed, near the edge. He had me face toward the window as he came around to that side of the bed and knelt on the floor by me. He had me lay on my side and he started by rubbing my chest, stomach and legs. He moved me closer to the edge of the bed, spread my legs apart and started rubbing my cock through my underwear. I tried to distance my thoughts from what was going on, but as he was trying to take off my underwear, he brought my thoughts back to what was happening by asking me to help take off my underwear. As I lay back down on the bed, he started fondling my cock and my balls. He took my soft cock in his mouth, sucking it, but because I was trying to distance my thoughts, I was not getting hard for him. Frustrated, he stopped sucking and asked me if it felt ok. I told him yes, and he asked me to help him get my cock hard. I agreed to try and he started to suck and stroking my cock again. I tried to concentrate on getting hard because I knew John was not going to stop until I cum for him because that would tell him I was willing to go all the way with him. After awhile, my cock started getting hard as I focused on trying to cum in his mouth, and it was actually starting to feel good too. As I got harder, he must have felt it harden because he started stroking my cock as he sucked. It really felt good and as I got close, he started to finger my ass. This really felt good with my cock in his mouth and him fingering my ass at the same time. I knew there was no turning back for me now and soon I could feel myself near to cumming. I was ready to cum but I was still not fully hard, so I tried to hold back, but then I just wanted to get it done and I decided it was time to cum in his mouth. When I came, I think it surprised him at first, as my cock started to buck and dribble cum in his mouth. He continued to suck and pull on my cock but it was all ready starting to become soft while still in his mouth. He disappointedly said,’ Is that it?’ I said, ‘What?’ and he quickly said never mind and asked if it felt good. I replied with a simple, ‘Yes.’ He told me to lay on my stomach in the middle of the bed as he got up off the floor. I moved to the middle of the bed for him and laid there on my stomach. He was now at the end of the bed and he told me to get on all fours, like a dog and move up toward the head of the bed. I could feel him climbing on the bed behind me now and he told me that I would really need to try to relax. I could feel him inch closer to me and felt him start rubbing my ass. He told me to take a pillow out of the bed and put my head down on it. He then told me to spread my legs a little and arch my back. I could hear him stroking his cock lubricate and then told me again to relax. I felt him start to rub my butthole with lube and he slipped a finger in my ass and started fingering my ass a little. He asked if it felt ok and told me how nice and tight I was. He then asked if I was ready and I replied, ‘Yes.’ He also told me it might hurt a little at first but that I should try to relax. I could now feel his hard cock against my butt hole as he tried to penetrate me. It was ok at first, but then it really started to hurt and he asked me if I was doing ok. I told it hurt and I tried to pull away from him, but when I rose up on all fours he took his cock out of me and as he did, he told me, ok and he also said that I needed try to relax more and that the hurting would eventually stop, but that I needed to relax. He said to tell him when it stopped hurting, of course so he could try again. It hurt for a little while, but I tried to delay him putting his cock in me as long as possible. He asked a couple times if I was ready to try again and finally he had waited long enough. He said, ‘Ok. Let’s try again, but this time I really need you to try to relax this time when I am in you.’ I agreed and he put more lubricate on my ass and proceeded to push his hard cock in my as again. Again, it hurt and I tried to have him take it out, but he refused and held on to my hips, keeping his cock in me. He then asked how I was doing and if I was doing ok. I replied that I was ok and then he started moving his hard cock in and out of my tight hole and when he did, it started to hurt again. I told him it was hurting again and he just told me to relax. I rose up and tried to wiggle free but he again held me tight and kept his cock moving slowly in and out of me. After a short time, he again asked if I was ok and he started really moving his cock in and out fast and fast, and I could hear his body slapping against my ass. My cock was getting hard as he moved in and out of me and it even started to feel good having moving in and out of me, but suddenly I could tell he was frustrated and he stopped. He quickly explained that I need to help too and that I should move back and forth with him. I told him ok, and we tried again. He said, ‘That’s it, now keep going.’ I did and it started to feel good this time and I was really trying to get into it, because I knew he was not going to stop until he had cum in me. He reached around me as he was pounding my ass and grabbed my hard cock saying, ‘Oh yea, that’s it.’ Then suddenly, he quit playing with my cock and took hold of my waist. His strokes were shorter and quicker as he was fucking me and it was hard to keep the same action going, but suddenly, he pulled me close and his hard cock went deep inside me. It hurt and I tried to pull away but he held me close and out of breath he told me, ‘No, don’t move!’ I knew he was cumming in me and I now could feel his hard cock jerking inside me. He was breathing heavy and soon hunched over me, moving his cock in and out very slowly. He softly kissed me on the back and his weight made me go flat on my stomach. He gently whispered to me that it felt very good and asked if I was ok. I said it hurt a little, but I was ok. He then gradually tried to get back on all fours again, and I could tell by the expression in his voice that he liked watching his cock slowly pull out as my hole gapped open just long enough for him to see his cum try to bubble out before my hole slowly tightened and close back up. John He rolled off the bed telling me I had better go clean myself out and that I should use the bathroom the hall. He walked toward the back bathroom and told me to hurry back, as I got off the bed and hurriedly walked into the bathroom. I was not sure what he meant by ‘cleaning myself out’, so I tried to pee first and as I tried, I could feel what I thought was the KY starting to ooze from my ass and run down my leg, so I quickly sat on the toilet and when I wiped my butt, I saw that it was white KY and it even looked like it was some of his cum too. I now knew what he meant by clean myself out. I tried hard now to push out whatever was in me and as I was pushing, I tried to relax a little and that’s when a bunch of the KY he used came out. As i wiped, I stood up and Looking in the toilet, I could see that some of the KY had sunk to the bottom and some was floating. I again realized that some of it was cum along with the KY. I was worried about having his cum in me but what could I do to make sure it was all out. I did not know what to do, but I tried again to push his cum out of me to no avail. After a few minutes, I decided I had better go back into the bedroom. As I entered the bedroom, it was dark, I couldn’t see anything, but from the  darkness John asked if everything was ok. I simply said, “Yea,” as he closed the door behind me. As my eyes adjusted, I should see him there. He was still wearing only the shirt and as I approached him, I tried to look to see his cock but the shirt was still able to cover it. He sat on the bed and motioned for me to sit next to him as I did, he again asked if I was ok. Again I said that I was ok. He proceeded to rub my thigh and told me to go ahead and climb on the bed. What was I supposed to do? I thought we were only doing it once; I didn’t want to do it again. He now stood up and I reluctantly climbed on the bed. He told me to get on all fours again and to go ahead and put my head down on the pillow. As I did this, he quickly got on the bed behind me, spread my legs, and fingered my ass with KY. He said to relax, as he gently pressed the head of his cock against my hole. I remember thinking, how could he hard again so soon after cumming just a few minutes ago. I told myself, I was not going to let him put his dick in my ass again, and I tried to tighten my ass in an attempt to stop him from entering my ass. As He continued to try push his cock in me, it seemed to slip right in this time. I did not know what to do. I really did not want to do it again, so I tried to tell him that it hurt so he would take his cock out, but he held me close and told me to relax. “He was actually going to fuck me again,” I told myself and I couldn’t stop him. It did not hurt quite as bad this time, as he slowly started to move his cock in and out of me. It actually felt good this time, but I decided I wasn’t going to move or help this time. He asked if it felt ok and I nodded my head. He immediately noticed that I wasn’t helping and he asked what was wrong. I told him that I thought we were only going to do it once. He said, “Come, I thought you liked it,” and continued, ‘Let’s do it one more time, ok.” I knew he wasn’t going to stop until he got to fuck me again. When I didn’t reply, John grabbed my hips and started to forcefully move me back and forth, pumping his cock in and out of my ass; he wanted to cum in me a second time. I could tell he was angry, as he tried his best to get off. It actually felt good this time, but I wasn’t going to tell him.  As he continued to pump my ass, my cock got hard and for an instance, I liked the feel of his cock in me and I started to move back and forth with him. But I think the rejection of me initially not willing to help him seemed to take the passion out of the situation which had obviously frustrated him. Suddenly, he stopped, quickly took his cock out of my ass, and rolled off the bed  telling me I had better go clean up again. By his reactions, I do not think he ever noticed that I had a hard on and certainly never realized that I was actually enjoying it. Dejected, he hurried into the bathroom to what I thought was get dressed so I hurriedly got off the bed went into the bathroom, cleaned myself up a little and returned to the bedroom to what I though was to get dressed. When I came back into the bedroom to get dressed, he was sitting there, still not dressed, waiting for me. He had regrouped and said, ‘Ok, let’s get in bed so we can sleep together for a little bit and maybe we can try it again when we wake up.’ He really wanted to keep this going and when he said this, I was confused. I thought that we had already done it; he had sucked my dick and he had cum in my ass. He pulled the covers back and motioned for me to get in bed. I told him that I just wanted to go back to school and I tried to get dressed. He was upset and now he did not know what to do. He disappointedly replied ok and went into the bathroom this time to get dressed. I too got dressed in a hurry and when he finally came back out, he sat by me and touched my thigh, saying that he was sorry it did not work out, but that he really liked making love with me. He knew I was powerless right now and he asked if I would like to try it again sometime. He was my ride back to the game room and I did not know what to say, so I said. ‘I thought we were only going to do it once and that was it.’ He was hesitant and eventually said, ‘Ok, well I hope you won’t tell anyone what we did. I immediately thought to me self, “How could I tell anyone what happen?” I allowed this man to have sex with me and not just a blowjob, but I let him cum in me. I agreed not to tell anyone and we walked out of the apartment and drove back to the game room. All the way back, I was quiet and I could see him look over at me periodically. All I could think about on our way back was what had just happened. It was bothering me terribly and when I finally got home, I felt KY and cum oozing out of me, and I knew there must still be more of his cum in me. I sat on the toilet pushing and pushing to get it all out. I did manage to get more KY and maybe cum out, but it had now been several hours since we did it. I decided to jump in the shower and I washed myself all over, especially my ass and my cock. When I woke up the next morning, I though that maybe it was all a dream and that it never really happened, but did it really happen and how could I tell. I went into the bathroom because I felt that I need to take a shit, and when I did, I saw KY had come out too. It really did happen and I was very confused. What should I do? I cannot tell any one what happen, but what if he gave me some sexually transmitted disease. I did not know what to do, s I waited and kept it all quiet.

A few days later, I returned to the game room to ask about the car he had promised me and upon asking him about it, he said we needed to talk about it and we got in his car and drove around. He explained that the deal was that I needed to sleep with him and that I did not want to do that. I was in shock; I let him suck my cock, fuck me and cum in ass, and now he was not going to give me the car. He then said that if I was willing to do it again and actually spend the night with him this time that we could consider the deal back on, but only if we were to do it again. I did not know what to say. I wanted the car, but did not feel I had to do it with him again. I was upset and felt used as we went back to the game room and he told me that he still had the car and if you want to try it again that he would give me the car.’ I walked away and ended up staying away from the game room for a long time. When I did go back, he carried himself confidently and he was still very friendly to me, because he must have thought I was now desperate and willing to do it again to get the car. His new demeanor made it hard to bring up the fact that I was willing to try it again. John obviously wanted me to be the one to initiate the need to continue the relationship, but how was I going to do it? I now felt unwanted and fell away from the thought of get the car from him, but actually, I wanted to continue our sexual relationship.

It was now getting toward the end of the school year and this one day when I happened to be up at the game room, John went out of his way to mention that he had recently moved closer to me and that I should come over some time to visit. He had moved into an apartment on the other side of the neighborhood and the complex was a very nice one. I am quite sure he did this in hopes of rekindling the situation over the summer. He was trying to make it very easy for me to slip over to his new place at anytime and I was excited that he still wanted to be friends. I decided to go over to his new apartment one day to see what it was like and when I walked inside, it was very dimly light, and actually it is hard to remember this apartment but I do remember that it was quite spacious, with a large sectional couch in the living room. He asked me to sit down in the living room as he lead me toward the couch. A feeling of uneasiness came over me, or maybe it was nervousness remembering what had happened before when we were alone, but then why was I there. I must have wanted to go over to his place for some reason. Was it the car he promised or was there an underlying feeling that I wanted to have sex with him again. I started to feel trapped as he sat next to me, but I could leave at anytime and walk home. He must have noticed I was feeling ill at ease so he said, ”it wasn’t hard to find was it?” I shook my head and said, “ No, it was easy to find.” He then said, “I’m glad you decided to come over, I was worried that you wouldn’t.”  I was really nervous, and when the conversation paused, he reached over, touching my thigh, and said, “Its’ really good to see me again.” I wanted to do it with him, again, he was the first person I had ever had sex with and actually I enjoyed doing it, but I felt confused. What should I do? He started to rub my thigh just as he did the last time and asked if I could stay for a while. He obviously wanted me to sleep with him again and inwardly I wanted to too, if for no other reason than to close the deal he promised. I had second thought and told him I couldn’t stay, I really just wanted to come over and see your new place. He nodded his head and as I stood up to leave he told me to come by again. I said, “Sure,” as he stood up and I walked toward the door. He opened the door for me and said, “it’s good to see you, maybe you can come over this weekend.” I nodded my head, and left. As I walk home, all I could think about was wanting to have sex with him again and when I got home I masturbated, thinking of him fucking me.

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We have all had a sexual relationship that we remember and many more that we want to forget. Even though, this particular relationship happened many years ago, and I have tried to forget for so long, it continually slips back in to my thoughts. 

When I do end up remembering what happened, I feel as though it just to place and in a way I wish to experience this time in my life again. Obviously, your first sexual relationship is your most memorable event, one to remember or revisit again, to experience everything once more. However, when I think about what happened to me, I have mixed feeling about it, but whenever it creeps back into my thoughts, I too go back to this time and remember every little detail, but then I wish again to forget it ever happened.

It actually began in early spring when I was a teenage delinquent, skipping class and hanging out at the local game room by the high school. I had been hanging out at this game room for quite some time, when I started to become good friends the owner of the game room. For this story I will refer to him as John. He had dark hair; dark skinned and, he was many years older than me.

Many students would hang out up at the game room during the day and sometimes into the evening. This was a place to meet friends, play games, and just hang out if you did not have anything else to do. It was also a place where you could find drugs and alcohol, if you wanted it, or to hook up with someone. I did not really notice John to much at first, but I think he must have been watching me. He probably noticed the amount of time I was spending at the game room and during this time, I think John must have decided that he would see if I could be encouraged to become friends and maybe even build a relationship with one another.

Conversations with John wee innocent. I would ask for change to play the games or sometimes a casual, ‘Hello’ when we saw each other. As time progressed, John would sometimes give me money to play on machines when I was hanging out there and our friendship eventually grow into one that he would take me out for breakfast and lunch. It was definitely nice receiving this attention and I enjoyed skipping classes to hang out at the game room. When we would go out for breakfast or lunch, our conversations were always very innocent, but I now know he was trying to get a feel for the situation and as I would later find out, he was actually building this friendship in hopes of have sex with me. John must have become a little impatient and felt it was time to test our friendship, because one day when we were out for breakfast, our simple conversation turned to a conversation about sex and girls. John asked if I had ever been with a girl and at the time, I had been with several girls but I had never gone all the way with any of them, so I said, ‘Yes’. We talked about what we found attractive, but using this line of questions, John turned the conversation to one about homosexuality.

He was trying to find out what I thought about homosexuals and if I ever found other men attractive. I told him that I thought it was wrong and I never looked at other men that way. John then asked, ‘So you have never slept in the same bed with one of your friends, not having sex, you know just sleeping together?’ I said, ‘Well, yes but that was different,’ and I told him that I was only interested in girls. I still felt our conversation was rather innocent, but it was about to all about to change. John then mentioned that he was bisexual and asked if I know what that was. I had never heard that term before and he seemed to relish the opportunity to explain that he was attracted to women and that sometimes he found men to be attractive too. I was not sure where this was leading, but John explained that he liked sleeping with women, but sometimes when he found another man to be attractive, and that person was attracted to him, he enjoyed sleeping with that person too. I was kind of in shock and he continued the conversation by asking what I thought about that, and I told him that I was not sure. John now had the opening he was looking for and he explained that he was glad that we could talk openly like this about stuff and then he proceeded to tell me that I nice looking too. I did not know what to say, but he proceeded to tell me he had thoughts about wanting to sleep with me, not to have sex but to get closer to each other. This was a bold move on his part but it would ultimately tell him if I was interested at all in having sex with him, and it did pay off for him in the end. I did not know what to do or what to say.

I was somewhat flattered that he thought I was good looking, but to sleep with him, I quickly said, ‘No.’ I had never thought about sleep with him, but John then said, ‘We wouldn’t have to do anything; we can just lie in bed together and see how it goes.’ I was silent. What was I going to do? This man is talking about wanting to sleep with me and he is my only way back to school. I was feeling very uneasy with the situation, and I think he knew it too. To relieve some of the stress, John said, ‘Don’t worry; I am not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do.’ He was trying to smooth things out now, because he realized that he had pushed the conversation to fast. He now needed to make sure I was still open to spending time with him to make sure the opportunity was still there, before we left the restaurant and he wanted to make sure I was thinking about it though, because if I was interested at all, the next offer he was going to make might just change my mind.

I was speechless and did not know what to say and I think he knew the subject had made me nervous. He again told me not to worry about it and as we left the restaurant, he held out his hand in hopes that I would shake it. I quickly shook his hand and we headed back to the game room. As we drove, he continued to try to smooth thing out and to make sure everything was still ok between the two of us. However, his real motive was to convince me to sleep with him and to keep me to keep thinking about it before we got out of the car. John told me that he hoped I would think about it and he then explained that he would give me anything if I would sleep with him — anything. John mentioned giving me money, having girls for me, buying me something. He even told me he would buy me a car. I was silent all the way back to the game room and when we got there, he asked me one last time to think about it and to let him know what it would take to change my mind. He was not going to let me out of the car until I had given him an answer, so I told him I would think about it but at the time, it did not sit well with me about sleeping with another man, but I did think about it.

A few days later, I ventured back to the game room to hang out with friends and he eventually corners me and asked if I had thought about his proposition. I told him that I had thought about it but I was still unsure about it. He said, ‘Come on let’s go get something to eat.’ Right then, he knew the opportunity of having sex with me was still there and in the car on our way to the restaurant, he said, ‘I am so glad you are thinking about it,’ and told me I had been such a good friend that he wanted to get something for me just for being such a good friend. John continued by saying,’I just wanted to keep us being friends.’ I again told him I was not sure, but he was hard-pressed now to get an answer and again asked, ‘Come on, there has to be something you would really like to have.’ I shrugged my shoulder and did not say anything. He was obviously frustrated, and we did not really talk about it after that, but I knew he wanted to find out what it would take to get me in bed. He again said, ‘You have been such a good friend, what it is I can get for you?’ I knew he was going to keep pressing for a response so I tried to pick the most expensive option in hope he would reject it. I told him that I would really like to have a car. John paused and smiled at me confidently and I knew I had given him the opening he was looking for. He casually asked, ‘Oh yea, what kind of car would you like to have?’ I told him I was not sure, but he knew that he needed to keep this conversation going now, because he was almost there. He kept probing to know what kind of car I liked. He suggested Camaros, Firebirds, Mustangs, etc. and I told him I was not sure what kind I wanted.

He did not want to lose this chance of getting me into bed, so as we drove back to the game room, he said to be sure to let him know what kind of car I would like to have and that he would get it for me. The conversation on the surface seemed to become innocent again and he made sure that I understood to let him know what kind of car I wanted and that he would be sure to get it, no strings attached. When he told me, No strings attached, I was seriously thinking about what kind of car I would like and not thinking that if I do tell him would I want that I would be giving him the chance to sleep with me, and probably not just once but maybe a few times. When we pulled into the parking lot, he made sure to remind me to let him know what kind of car I would like and I said I would. He immediately asked if I would be able to tell him tomorrow. I told him I would try and we got out of the car and went inside the game room.

John really had me thinking about what kind of car I would like to have and as I thought about all the different kinds of cars, one kept coming to mind. It was a 1956 Chevy. However, in the back of my mind I thought, what would happen if I actually went through with it and told him? I was not sure, but having a car would be nice and he did say there would be no strings attached. A couple days went by before I went back up to the game room, and I tried to avoid John as best I could, but he casual came up to me and asked if I had made a decision. I was not sure if I should answer, so I hesitated for a second and then I said, Yes, I had made a decision. John said, ‘Great, let’s go get something to eat and you can tell me!’ He was obviously excited as we left in his car because along the way he told me how glad he was that he could do this for me. At the restaurant he immediately asked what it was and nervously I told him that I would really like to have a ’56 Chevy. He paused and then said that he would start looking for one. I was now excited too and explained that I wanted it to be a two door with a V8 and I would like it to be midnight blue. He smiled knowing he had me now, all he needed to do was reel me in and he said he would get right on it.

A few days had passed, when one day I was up at the game room he came up to me and told me he had found the car and that he wanted to tell me about it. John was very good at building up the situation and as we drove, he started to describe it to me, and it sounded exactly like what I wanted. He told me that it just needed to be painted the midnight blue like I wanted and that it was going to be ready it in a week or so. I was so excited; I wanted to see it and drive it. However, he now had a question for me. In the back of my mind, I knew it was coming, but what could I do now. He said, ‘Well, now that I have found the car, what are you going to do for me?’ I did not know what to say. John then said, ‘I will tell you what, you come over to my place with me tomorrow afternoon and give it a try. I was not sure at first what he was suggesting, but realized he wanted me to sleep with him. He then said, ‘If you don’t like it, we can stop and leave, and you can still have the car.’ He also said, you think about and let me know. I was not sure how to reply, but said I would think about it. He smiled, reached over, and patting me on the leg. We returned to the game room and he told me to come by tomorrow and let him know what I want to do and I nodded my head in agreement. I was so excited to have a car, but in the back of my mind, I was worried. What would happen when we got to his place? I really wanted that car and I decided I would do it.

That night, thoughts were racing though my head about what might take place. My first thought was, ‘What if I end up cumming with him tomorrow?’ I had not masturbated for a few days and I knew the next time I was to cum, it would be a lot. I did not want to cum to much so I decided I had better relieve myself and that by tomorrow, I would still be able to cum for him. Then I thought about my ass and if he was to put his cock in me, I did not want him to think I was not prepared so I made sure to try to clean myself out by taking a crap before I left that morning and clean myself the best I could before I head over to school and the game room.

The next morning, I went up to the game room around noon and was nervous about what was going to happen, but all I could think about was that car he promised. He came up to me and casually said, ‘Are you ready?’ I simple replied, ‘Yes I am ready.’ He said, ‘Are you sure?’ I told him that I was sure. We got in his car and headed off to his place. I was not sure where we were going and I was very nervous as we drove because I knew we were heading to him apartment, but I also knew it was leading me to having sex with him. Along the way, I think to break the tension, he asked if I was hunger and if wanted to get something to eat first. I said, No, I just wanted to get over with it. We pulled into an apartment complex not far from the school and pulled in front of an apartment, and went inside. Inside his apartment, it was small, but nicely furnished and very clean looking, and as I was looking around for a place to sit, he closed the front door and then quickly closed the blinds in the front room. He then usher us down a short hallway toward the back bedroom. As we walked down the short hallway, I noticed there was a bathroom in the hallway and across from that there was another room with the door cracked open. As we entered the back bedroom, he quickly closed the blinds, darkening the room, but some light was still able to slip past the closed blinds. It was a large bedroom with a bathroom toward the back and he had a king sized bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for me to sit next to him by patting on the bed. As I sat next to him, he put his hand on my thigh which made me tense up a little. He told me to relax As he gently rubbing my leg, and telling me that everything would be all right. I simply nodded and he told me to go ahead and take off my clothes as he stood up and started walking toward the bathroom. I watched as he went in the bathroom, and closed the door. I sat there quietly for a second but realized I had better get undressing before he returns.

I took of my shoes, my shirt, pants, and my socks, and piled them at the end of the bed. I decided I would leave my underwear on, maybe ut was a way to save some dignity. I nervously sat there waiting, but soon I heard the door to the bathroom open. I looked over to see him step out of the bathroom wearing nothing more than a long sleeved button down shirt that appeared to be unbuttoned. He turned off the bathroom light and as he walked over to the bed, I tried to see what his body looked like, especially wanting to see his cock, but my eyes hadn’t yet adjusted after he turned off the bathroom light and his shirt conveniently covered everything. John now sat next to me and noticing I was still wearing my underwear, he asked, ‘What’s wrong?’ referring to not having taken off my underwear. I said, ‘What do you mean?’ He quickly said never mind,. He must have realized I was probably nervous about being there, so he put his arm around me and leaning into me in an apparent attempt at trying to kiss me, but I simply turned my head. John then rubbed my shoulders for a second and told me to go ahead and lay down on the bed. He asked me to lay near the edge. He had me face toward the window as he came around to that side of the bed and knelt on the floor by me. He had me lay on my side and he started by rubbing my chest, stomach and legs. He moved me closer to the edge of the bed, spread my legs apart and started rubbing my cock through my underwear. I tried to distance my thoughts from what was going on, but as he was trying to take off my underwear, he brought my thoughts back to what was happening by asking me to help take off my underwear. As I lay back down on the bed, he started fondling my cock and my balls.

He took my soft cock in his mouth, sucking it, but because I was trying to distance my thoughts, I wasn’t t getting hard for him. Frustrated, he stopped sucking and asked me if it felt ok. I told him yes, and he asked me to help him get my cock hard. I agreed to try and he started to suck and stroking my cock again. I tried to concentrate on getting hard because I knew John was not going to stop until I cum for him because that would tell him I was willing to go all the way with him. After awhile, my cock started getting hard as I focused on trying to cum in his mouth, and it was actually starting to feel good too. As I got harder, he must have felt it harden because he started stroking my cock as he sucked. It really felt good and as I got close, he started to finger my ass. This really felt good with my cock in his mouth and him fingering my ass at the same time. I knew there was no turning back for me now and soon I could feel myself near to cumming. I was ready to cum but I was still not fully hard, so I tried to hold back, but then I just wanted to get it done and I decided it was time so I held back briefly, allowing it to build a little and then it go, cumming in his mouth. When I came, I think it surprised him at first, as my cock started to buck and dribble cum in his mouth.

He continued to suck and pull on my cock but it was already starting to become soft while still in his mouth. He disappointedly said,’ Is that it?’ I said, ‘What?’ and he quickly said never mind and asked if it felt good. I replied with a simple, ‘Yes.’ He told me to lay on my stomach in the middle of the bed as he got up off the floor. I moved to the middle of the bed for him and laid there on my stomach. He was now at the end of the bed and he told me to get on all fours, like a dog and move up toward the head of the bed. I could feel him climbing on the bed behind me now and he told me that I would really need to try to relax. I could feel him inch closer to me and felt him start rubbing my ass. He told me to take a pillow out of the bed and put my head down on it. He then told me to spread my legs a little and arch my back. I could hear him stroking his cock lubricate and then told me again to relax. I felt him start to rub my butt hole with lube and he slipped a finger in my ass and started fingering my ass a little. He asked if it felt ok and told me how nice and tight I was. He then asked if I was ready and I replied, ‘Yes.’ He also told me it might hurt a little at first but that I should try to relax. I could now feel his hard cock against my butt hole as he tried to penetrate me. It was ok at first, but then it really started to hurt and he asked me if I was doing ok. I told it hurt and I tried to pull away from him, but when I rose up on all fours he took his cock out of me and as he did, he told me, ok and he also said that I needed try to relax more and that the hurting would eventually stop, but that I needed to relax. He said to tell him when it stopped hurting, of course so he could try again. It hurt for a little while, but I tried to delay him putting his cock in me as long as possible. He asked a couple times if I was ready to try again and finally he had waited long enough. He said, ‘Ok. Let’s try again, but this time I really need you to try to relax this time when I am in you.’ I agreed and he put more lubricate on my ass and proceeded to push his hard cock in my as again. Again, it hurt and I tried to have him take it out, but he refused and held on to my hips, keeping his cock in me. He then asked how I was doing and if I was doing ok. I replied that I was ok and then he started moving his hard cock in and out of my tight hole and when he did, it started to hurt again. I told him it was hurting again and he just told me to relax. I rose up and tried to wiggle free but he again held me tight and kept his cock moving slowly in and out of me.

After a short time, he again asked if I was ok and he started really moving his cock in and out of me faster and more deliberate, and I could hear his body slapping against my ass. My cock was getting hard as he moved in and out of me and it even started to feel good having moving in and out of me, but suddenly I could tell he was frustrated and he stopped. He quickly explained that I need to help too and that I should move back and forth with him. I told him ok, and we tried again. He said, ‘That’s it, now keep going.’ I did and it started to feel good this time and I was really trying to get into it, because I knew he was not going to stop until he had cum in me. He reached around me as he was pounding my ass and grabbed my hard cock saying, ‘Oh yea, that’s it.’ Then suddenly, he quit playing with my cock and took hold of my waist. His strokes were shorter and quicker as he was fucking me and it was hard to keep the same action going, but suddenly, he pulled me close and his hard cock went deep inside me. It hurt and I tried to pull away but he held me close and out of breath he told me, ‘No, don’t move!’ I knew he must be cumming in me and I now could feel his hard cock jerking in me. He was breathing heavy and soon hunched over me, moving his cock in and out very slowly. He softly kissed me on the back and his weight made me go flat on my stomach. He gently whispered to me that it felt really good and asked if I was ok. I said it hurt a little, but I was ok. He then gradually tried to get back on all fours again, and I could tell by the expression in his voice that he liked watching his cock slowly pull out as my hole gapped open just long enough for him to see his cum seep and bubble out a little before my hole slowly tightened and close back up.

John rolled off the bed telling me I should go clean myself up in the bathroom and directed me to go a head and use the hall bathroom. I watched as he walked toward the back bathroom and told me to hurry back, as I got off the bed and hurriedly walked into the bathroom. I was not sure what he meant by ‘cleaning myself out’, so I tried to pee first and as I tried, I could feel what I thought was KY starting to ooze from my ass and run down my leg, so I quickly sat on the toilet and when I wiped my butt, I saw that it was white KY and i wasn’t sure but i was convinced it might be some of his cum too. I now knew what he meant by clean myself out. I really tried hard now to push out whatever was still in me and as I was pushing, it almost felt like I tried to relax as I pushed and that’s when a bunch of the KY he used came out and – some of his cum too. I was a little worried about having his cum in me but what else could I do to make sure it was all out. I did not know what to do, so after a few minutes, I decided I had better go back into the bedroom. I cleaned myself and went back to the bedroom where John was waiting for me in the dark. He asked if I was okay as he approached me. He was still wearing only the shirt and again I tried to look to see his cock but the shirt was still able to cover him. As he touched my back, he again asked me if everything was ok and as he now sat on the bed he asked me to sit next to him. I said that I was ok and with that he told me that he really liked doing it with me. When I didn’t say anything he  said, “Come on, why don’t you get on the bed again. He guided me to climb on the bed and told me to get on all fours again with my head down on the pillow.

As I did this, he quickly got on the bed behind me and smeared KY on his cock and on my ass. He said to relax again, as he pressed the head of his cock against my hole. I remember thinking, how could he hard again so soon after cumming just a few minutes ago. I did not want to do it again and I was not going to let him put his dick in my ass again, but even though I tried to not let him put it in, his cock seemed to slip right in this time. I did not know what to do. I really did not want to do it again, so I tried to tell him that it hurt so he would take his cock out of me, but he held me close and told me to relax. It really did not hurt quite as bad this time, however, I had decided that if he was going to try it again that this time, I would try not to as he fucked me. He started slowly moving his cock in and out of me and it actually felt good this time, but did not move. He noticed almost right away that I was not helping and he asked what was wrong. I told him that I did not want to do it anymore and that I thought we were only going to do it once. He said, ‘Come, I thought you liked it.’ ‘Let’s do it one more time and then we’ll go.’ I thought he had told me we would only do it once and that was it, but he wanted to do it again and started forcefully pumping my ass and moving me back and forth, trying to cum a second time. I could tell he was angry, as he was trying his best to get off. It really started to feel good, and my cock was soon rock hard as he continued to pump my ass.

The rejection of me not willing to help seemed to take the passion out of the situation and because he was so frustrated, he stopped trying to get off, took his cock out of my ass, and told me I had better go clean up again. By his reactions, I do not think he ever noticed that I had a hard on and certainly never realized that I was actually enjoying it. Dejected, he got off the bed and hurried into the bathroom to what I thought was get dressed so I hurried too. When I came back into the bedroom to get dressed, he was sitting there, still not dressed, waiting for me. He had regrouped and said, ‘Ok, let’s get in bed so we can sleep together for a little bit and maybe we can try it again when we wake up.’ He really wanted to keep this going and when he said this, I was confused. I thought that we had already done it. He had sucked my dick until I came in his mouth. He put his cock in me a few times and had even cum in my ass. He pulled the covers back and motioned for me to get in bed. I told him that I just wanted to go back to school and I tried to get dressed.

He was upset and now he did not know what to do. Disappointedly he replied ok and he went into the bathroom this time to get dressed. I too got dressed in a hurry and when he finally came back out, he sat by me and touched my thigh, saying that he was sorry it did not work out, but that he really liked it. He knew I was powerless right now and he asked if I would like to try it again sometime. He was my ride back to the game room and I did not know what to say, so I said. ‘I thought we were only going to do it once.’ He hesitated and eventually said, ‘Ok, well I hope you’ll be able to keep this our secret.’ How could I tell anyone what happen, I had allowed this man to fuck me and cum in me too. I agreed not to say anything and patting me on the leg he said,”Let’s go.” As we walked out of the bedroom and down the hall, I saw that the door to the spare bedroom was now closed, but thinking nothing about it, I proceeded to follow John out of the apartment. In the car, he suggested that he drive me home and I nodded my head in agreement. All the way home, I was quiet and I could see him looking over at me periodically, but all I could think about on our way back was what had just happened. It was weighing on me and when I finally got home, I could still feel the KY and cum oozing out of me, and I knew there must still be more of his cum in me. I sat on the toilet pushing and pushing to get it all out. I did manage to get more KY and maybe cum out, but it had now been several hours since we did it. I decided to jump in the shower and I washed myself all over, especially my ass and my cock. 

When I woke up the next morning, I though that maybe it was all a dream and that it never really happened, but did it really happen and how could I tell. I went into the bathroom because I felt that I need to take a shit, and when I did, I saw KY had come out too. It really did happen and I was very confused. What should I do? I cannot tell any one what happen, but what if he gave me some sexually transmitted disease. I did not know what to do, s I waited and kept it all quiet.

A few days later, I returned to the game room to ask about the car he had promised me and upon asking him about it, he said we needed to talk about it and we got in his car and drove around. He explained that the deal was that I needed to sleep with him and that I did not want to do that. I was in shock; I let him suck my cock, fuck me and cum in ass, and now he was not going to give me the car. He then said that if I was willing to do it again and actually spend the night with him this time that we could consider the deal back on, but only if we were to do it again. I did not know what to say. I wanted the car, but did not feel I had to do it with him again. I was upset and felt used as we went back to the game room and he told me that he still had the car and if you want to try it again that he would give me the car.’ I walked away and ended up staying away from the game room for a long time. When I did go back, he carried himself confidently and he was still very friendly to me, because he must have thought I was now desperate and willing to do it again to get the car. His new demeanor made it hard to bring up the fact that I was willing to try it again. John obviously wanted me to be the one to initiate the need to continue the relationship, but how was I going to do it? I now felt unwanted and fell away from the thought of get the car from him, but actually, I think it was the sexual relationship I wanted to continue.

It was now getting toward the end of the school year and this one day when I happened to be up at the game room, John went out of his way to mention that he had recently moved closer to me and that I should come over some time to visit. The apartments he had moved into were on the other side of the neighborhood and the complex was a very nice one. I am quite sure he did this in hopes of rekindling the situation over the summer. He was trying to make it very easy for me to slip over to his new place at anytime and I was confused that he still wanted to be friends or what he really had in mind. I decided to go over to his new apartment one day to see what it was like and when I waked inside it was very dim. It has been hard to remember this apartment but I do remember that it was quite spacious, with a large sections couch in the living room He asked me to sit down in the living room as he closed the door behind us. A slight feeling of uneasiness came over me, or maybe it was nervousness remembering what had happened before when we were alone, but then why was I there. I must have wanted to be there for some reason and I think I wanted to do it again, and maybe even go further this time.

As he sat next to me, I started to feel trapped, but I could easily leave and walk home at anytime this time. He told me how good it was to see me again as he touched my thigh. The attention felt good and in a way I wanted to do it with him again. In the back of my mind, I enjoyed it, but I kept having conflicting thoughts. What should I do? He started to rub my thigh just as he did the last time. He asked if I could stay for a while and even asked if I might be able to spend the night sometime. He wanted me to sleep with him again and inwardly I wanted to too, if for no other reason than to close the deal he promised. The car would never materialize and I never again had sex with him. I did try to contact him much later, but was never able to find him. 

Ever since that fateful day, I have thoughts about how the blowjob he gave me felt, how his hard cock felt inside me, and the feeling of him cumming in me, and knowing he had cum in me. I did want to do it more with him, feel him sucking my cock, feel his hard cock in my ass again, and wanting to feel his cock in my mouth and maybe even taste his cum, and feel my cock cum in his ass too, but never again had the chance.

For a long time now, I have try to find someone, the right someone to share this experience of love making with and explore my true feeling, but these days, it could have deadly consequences. I have tried to meet other men and even transsexuals to hook up and possibly feel what it is like again to have someone inside me and to feel myself inside too, but when I start to consider what might happen and what could happen, I end up not follow through. I continued to fantasize about my experience with John and about being with other men too. I think about when John sucked my cock, and how it would feel to suck someone else’s cock too, and how good it felt when John’s cock was in me and how it felt when he was cumming in me too. I have continued to fantasize about being with other men and transsexuals, but the feeling of a dildo in my ass, while masturbating gets old quick and I ant to feel the real thing again.

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DOUG’S SLAVE

I so desired to suck my brother’s cock at once that I went determinedly to that gloriously high shaft my brother had and the taste surprised me as the best thing I have ever tasted in my life. I had to shout.

-Thank you, master.

-Do you really want to become my slave, Leif?

-Certainly, master.

-Then learn this first: how I want you to call me after now. Always call me Doug for I am now not only your brother and master but also, I hope your best friend.

-Certainly Doug –I said as best I could with my mouth full of brother’s tasty dick.

-But I’ve been very attentive to your story with Sam and I’ve noticed you always call him master. I’m sure you can always be Samuel’s slave and I will never be jealous. I wanna meet him and talk to him for I would like you to be a slave for two masters, since that seems to be your desire. But I want an exclusive way for my slave brother to call me and I’d rather you called me sir. And Doug, of course.

-Yes, Sir; thank you, Sir. Thank you, Doug.

And I went on with that first incestuous blowjob, being totally sure I wanted my brother’s dick in my mouth every so often. I already loved sucking cocks and I wanted my brother’s utter fun, being blown after now as many times a day as he ordered me. Besides Doug had been so brave as to suck my cock first and had said he would do it many more times and I wanted to be his slave, sucking his cock many times every day. And the taste was so good that I knew for sure the rest of my life I would always be attracted to dicks, especially Samuel’s cock and of course the cock of the hottest guy on Earth, that of my brother and master’s cock. He was so excited that he came in my mouth soon and I gulped down all his nectar, doubly tasty knowing whose cock it had come from. Doug told me.

-Now you will be constantly sucking my cock. I’ve cum too soon but this has been the best blowjob of my life and it would be pleasant to always have this wonderful cock sucker. Have you enjoyed, Leif?

-I’ve loved it. Please also call me slave and let me suck your cock as often as you want now. And please give me some more orders for your fun.

-Since I can see you wanting to please me more and keep on obeying me, now I will dare order you to lick my whole filthy body, not my ass though, not today at least. But be all the time you desire in my pits and my feet and you can end with a new blowjob, if you really want to suck my cock one more time.

-You can be sure, Sir, now I do want your scrumptious dick in my mouth as often as you desire to cum. But I think I will start at your pits and I will jerk myself off with it for I want you to see your brother’s lust.

My brother simply raised his arms then and I was aroused watching his pit hair and my nose told me now I was allowed to enjoy paradise in my brother’s masculine smell. So I went straight to his right pit; I would start there, and took my hand to my cock, higher than ever in my life at that hot manly and brotherly smell and soon my tongue was experiencing the greatest fun of tasting a new manly heaven. Seeing my fun Doug told me.

-You seem to love it, so be there for as long as you desire.

-I would like to be here many times a day, Sir. I will also please you when you are clean but please allow me this fun whenever you are sweaty.

-You can also raise my arms as often as you want and lick them, my hot slave.

Knowing now those pits of his were mine, I shot my first load with his body, but I intended to cum two more times. As he had told me to lick pits, feet and cock, I went to his tasty feet now. I started to masturbate again before alighting in his delicious feet. Now I would not cum so quickly for I wanted to give him more fun and be slower. So I had him for ten minutes licking both his tasty feet and I heard him moaning and constantly thanking me for all the fun I was giving him. My hand on my cock never stopped as I only told him to please let me give him pleasure now everywhere in his body every day. I finally shot my load, ready to give my brother a second blowjob. Hoped now his tasty dick resisted longer.

Now it was a twenty-minute blowjob when he was shouting like crazy and dripping his aromatic sweat all over my body. He told me once and again no girl had ever given him such a good blowjob and I, who was about to burst jacking off for the first time with my brother’s dick, only told him that here was his brother for his dick’s fun whenever he would like to cum. I was willing to give him ten blowjobs a day if he asked me. Being persuaded now of how much I enjoyed sex with a boy and incest with him, after twenty horny minutes, he unexpectedly filled my mouth with brother’s sperm again, and when I tasted it I of course shot a new load, first with his dick.

-What a wonderful boy you are, Leif. I like you more than ever. Are you sure you want to be fucked?

-Absolutely, Sir and since Sam hasn’t done it, I will be hornier than ever knowing it can be my brother who pops my cherry.

-I need five minutes of rest for my cock but you can be sure I will fuck you. I hope you are sure.

-Never forget, Doug, that I enjoy great pains. I hope your dick causes me a pain similar to the dog’s bite, which I hope you remember was the central moment of my life, Sir. So when your dick is calm, I want you to fuck me.

-Kiss me, Leif.

As we were kissing my cock was there visible for my brother standing stiff as a flagpole. And I had the biggest surprise of my life then when I saw Doug impaling himself on my cock and ordering me to fuck him till I shot a load in his ass.

-Oh, sir; you don’t have to do this, believe me. I can be the one surrendering my ass to you.

-Hope you are enjoying my ass, Leif, but more important than master and slave, we are friends and I will show it to you. I’ll take care of your sexual needs and now you will often fuck. Here’s your brother for that. I’m horny as I’ve never been in my life and this will be an oft repeated act. I will fuck you many more times than you fuck me, but whenever I order you to fuck your master, you will.

My dick couldn’t be higher as I was slamming my brother’s sweet ass and the surprise had made me even harder. I knew that day that Doug would always be my greatest friend and he didn’t care to have all kinds of gay sex, and with his brother! I don’t know why I was surprised; it was the same I wanted to do but he was heterosexual. It is true that’s what I had thought about myself till two days ago. Doug never showed me any pain but he must be feeling it. Nevertheless I knew he would never fuck me till I had blasted my load. I wanted to make it long so I would be able to open him up for I was sure he would order me to fuck him more often and I wanted him to have no pain again. So I fucked him as carefully as if his ass was porcelain. Somehow I made it last. I could perceive in his face and his beautiful eyes the moment it did not hurt him anymore and then he started kissing me. He had been touching me with the pain and he still touched me now when I had finally opened him up and he told me. Even though fucking my brother was the hottest thing I had ever done, I was able to hold it for a very long time till inevitably I had to bathe my brother’s ass with semen, after which my brother kissed me ardently and thanked me.

-Are you sure you want to be fucked after all?

-Doug, I had to suffer the unexpected penalty of fucking you and you are not a masochist. So now please fuck me at last. You are the person who deserves it most and your submissive brother will give this fun to your dick whatever the pain and as often as you desire.

-Then I want to fuck you on all fours.

I took the position he had ordered me to have and straight away my brother plunged his long dick in my ass. Indeed I was sure the pain of being fucked for the first time was greater than a dog’s bite. But that was the turning point in the life of a masochist. The day my neighbours’ pit bull had bitten me, I was not jacking off of course. But now I started to beat off before my brother telling him I wanted to wank with this great pain and urged him to go on, assuring him this pain was what a masochist had always wanted to feel. He not only fucked me; he touched me, kissed me and deliberately took some sweat drops from his pits and told me to open my mouth and made me taste it. Doug’s intense manly essence combined with the greatest of pain was too much for me and I shot an unexpected load but thanked him and told him to go on; I would jerk myself off again. Soon later it stopped hurting me. I had thought I would only enjoy the pain and I was surprised I loved the act of being fucked itself and for the first time I was conscious incest was heaven. To feel my brother’s dick inside me suddenly made me cry, sure that I would give that hot guy my ass many more times. I almost came again but I would wait for him to fill my ass with his masculine nectar to cum again. I knew I would be able and was only waiting for him to cum first. And at last, more than a quarter of an hour after he had opened me up he blasted his first brotherly load and I came for a second time after him. He kissed me first, then thanked me and assured me he had the intention to fuck his hot brother many more times.

-Thanks for taking me to heaven, Sir. I know it will never hurt me again and that’s a pity for me but oh, what I have felt being fucked has been the greatest experience of my whole life.

-Good, for I really intend to fuck my brother now a lot more times. Now I want to sincerely ask you. You wanna eat some shit?

-And puke if you want.

-We will leave puke for tomorrow. But first prior to taking a dump in your mouth I want you to drink a new stream of my piss. So open your mouth slave.

I was getting used to drinking piss and my brother’s stream was sweeter. But I liked all tastes of piss by now and I also became used to thinking I would not let Sam down and would continue to be his slave. And once I had eaten my brother’s poop, I could finally eat his. Now Doug asked me to lick his ass for a short while, for he was indeed gonna take a dump in his brave brother’s mouth, that’s what he told me. No farts that first day, though he would fart in my mouth some other days. When my brother’s first turd reached my mouth I had a combo of emotions. It was really disgusting but at the same time I could not believe how hard I had suddenly gotten. It was a surprising new pleasure for a masochist to be enjoying that nauseating crap, more knowing it was incestuous shit. I was glad my brother had been the first to ever feed me that substance and I knew well I would like to eat it more often. In fact when shit travelled down my throat, I shot an aroused load and informed my brother. Then I asked him please to shit me all he had in his bowels. My brother, I would know later, could not feel more admiration for me and kept on shitting in my mouth two more turds till he had no more shit inside.

-I have really enjoyed this experience. I would like to repeat it and so hot that you have been my feeder.

-I would feed you more times but it would be a scarce meal. My hot and brave brother is my slave now. Certainly you are able to do everything. But you are also my best friend and I don’t want to make you ill.

-Ok Sir, feed me scarcely but feed me more times, please.

-Now go brush your teeth as I prepare dinner.

-Shouldn’t the slave prepare dinner too, Sir?

-I want you as my slave, Leif, but not my servant. Do as I have told you and go brush your teeth.

After my teeth were really clean, I sat with Doug to eat and after dinner he ordered me a new blowjob. That would be my last task before bed, he told me. I gave him a third blowjob, forever sure that’s what I wanted, to suck my brother’s cock many times. It was curious I had never been attracted to dicks and now I knew I would always need dicks in my mouth. He said he was gonna cum soon for in bed he wanted a fourth blowjob and he would be longer for it would be a pity not to use this hot cock sucker over and over again, he told me. So he blasted a new brotherly load in my stomach and I wasn’t jerking myself off then but came after he came. Then he did the washing up and told me we would go to bed now.

Once in bed I couldn’t believe how hot it was to have my brother’s naked body in contact with mine and he assured me now we would always sleep together and kissing my mouth for a long while asked me again whether I was sure now he only wanted to have sex with his brother over and over again. I told him I had discovered him that day and I really appreciated that hot guy Doug was. He told me he would start fucking me and all the time I should be licking his sweaty pits again and he would cum in my ass the moment he felt my semen on his chest.

He asked me to lick his pits first and I started to savour Doug’s hot smell at once and then he drove his sexy cock in my ass a second time. Now it did not hurt me much but even if he had opened me up, his dick was so big that some pain I was feeling again. But it was a perfect combination to be licking his pit as I was being fucked again. Now we started a routine and whenever he fucked me, and he would do it many times, I would be savouring him, some other days his aromatic feet. But today it was his armpits again and I came too soon and he blasted his load in my ass again as he had promised and told me he was glad he had cum soon for he intended to enjoy a new brotherly blowjob for longer later.

But first he was a long while savouring me; he tasted my feet and my pits for a while, at least I knew I was clean, till at last he told me now we would sixty-nine. So he came first to taste my savoury cock again and when my dick was inside his mouth I went to my brother’s cock a fourth time that day. Now time almost stood still and we sucked and sucked and both of us seemed never to cum. I was persuaded my hot brother would always please my dick too in bed and I was moved and I think I was still better in this blowjob for Doug really deserved it. It was longer than a quarter of an hour later that I felt a new sample of brother’s nectar in my mouth and my dick burst again in his. Now he told me we should kiss for a long while and then sleep.

The next day he asked me for a blowjob first after breakfast and then asked me for Samuel’s cell phone number. He called him and appointed to meet him an hour later. He told me to wait for him naked at home for when he returned he would fuck me again. When he finally returned he came back with Sam, and he smiled at me and told me.

-Hello again, Leif. I am glad you still want to be my slave after all, when you have also become your brother’s slave. Yes, he has told me everything and I know you sleep together now. I also have to thank Doug that he still allows me to be your master. Do you really want to keep on being my slave now, Leif?

-Absolutely, Sir. And I am glad you are not shocked at my incest.

Samuel Brighton was more open-minded than I could have thought. Naked as I was they told me they wanted to spit-roast me. So first it was my brother fucking me and I sucked Sam’s cock. After a long time pleasing both cocks, it was the other way round and now Sam fucked me for the first time while I was lucky to give my brother a second blowjob. And finally Sam told me he would dare take a dump in my mouth too. It would be only him today and indeed I could savour a different shit, from other of my masters. It was less repulsive or maybe it was I had become used to the taste of shit. After he fed me all the shit he had, it was Doug who puked on the floor and made me eat his digestion. I was fulfilled being used by both my masters together.

And that’s the way we always do it now. I sleep with my brother every day and Sam uses me at work and on free days he comes to my house and uses me together with Doug. I don’t want to find another job now. Working on the strawberry fields is hard but I want to always be close to Sam. And that’s how I became a gay slave and lucky enough to have two masters, my hot friend Samuel Brighton and my surprisingly brave brother Doug.

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It was now over a month since that glorious night.  My relations with Suzie had strengthened and married life was on the up.  Sex between us had taken a back seat but I was far more considerate and she more able to accept my limitations.  I had made no mention of that night so she was still unaware of my newly discovered interests.

On the negative side the gay demon that had been awakened  in me remained unsatisfied.  I craved the sex that I was missing but had been unable to do anything about it.  The internet scared me and I had no idea as to what else I could do in search of willing males.  The stress was terrible and I was having many sleepless nights as a consequence.

I knew I was going to be in trouble.  Having just got off the bus and walking towards home I suddenly remembered that Suzie had asked me this morning, before going to work, not to forget my mother in law’s birthday card.

My wife could have a fearsome temper and I did not fancy my chances of getting away with this one.

A petite blond with shoulder length hair and the most striking blue eyes framed by the sexiest dark plastic glasses, i had been captivated by her looks from the first day we met.  Two years older than me she had already been through two long term relationships.  The second had ended with her having a three year old daughter whom I adored.  

I never gave any thought as to why her previous relationships had all failed.  I now realised that her friends had in many occasions feigned surprise at the idea of us getting married and subtle hints of possible troubles ahead had all been ignored and set aside as harmless fun on their part.

Two years on and now twenty eight I had been the target of many of her tantrums.  Alcohol often resulted in total loss of control and her violent behaviour would quickly follow.  I have lost count of the number of times that she has embarrassed or abused me in front of friends and family.  She was always contrite and sorry  on the morning.  The problem was mine not hers.  She knew that I was totally dependant on her whereas she was in control whatever she did.

Hoping that she might have gone to bed early I quietly opened the door and walked into the living room.  Suzie was lying on the settee in her morning gown.  The top and bottom open exposing what seemed to be a lack of underwear.  

“Did you buy my mother’s birthday card?”

“I am so sorry but I was really busy at work and clean forgot to do so”

She did not take this at all well, and as she got up the morning gown fell open exposing her breasts and pubic hair.  

“I do not often ask you to do something for me but when I do you are totally useless.  I really do not know why I stay with you.  You are a useless piece of shit.”

I could see by the way she walked towards me that she was drunk.

“Have you been drinking?”

“What is it to you.  Jen’s dad came over this afternoon and we shared a bottle of whisky together.  What I do is none of your business.  If you were not so bloody busy interfering in my life you might remember to do what I ask you”.

I imagined that the whisky was not the only thing they shared given the state she was in.  But she seemed to anticipate what I might have said.  Slow to react I was unable to avoid the slap that came my way.  I only avoided further abuse because Jen must have been woken by the noise and started crying.

“I have not finished with you yet so make sure you stay here”.

This was one of Suzie’s worse days and I did not fancy staying to suffer the consequences.  As she disappeared upstairs I took the car keys and drove off.  I had no idea where I was driving to but almost an hour later I came across a pub in a village which I had never before visited.

Apart from a young couple and the landlady behind the bar it was empty.  I ordered a beer and sat on one of the many empty tables not expecting to be disturbed.  I must have been on my third drink when we were joined by a well dressed gentleman in his early fifties who was clearly known to the landlady.  He ordered a double whisky and stood by the bar talking to the landlady.  Slim built, good looking and tall, he was the kind of man that gets noticed.  Self assured and confident he was not one to keep his conversation private.  I heard him tell the landlady that his partner Frank was away in Amsterdam for three days and he had been abandoned to look after himself.  He would try his best to be faithful but an evening on his own in the flat seemed to be the least desirable option.  The landlady was amused and reassured him that he would have no trouble being good.

I have to confess at being interested in his conversation and listened carefully to his account of what his partner would be doing.  He had gone on business with his boss and our man had given him the blessing to enjoy himself.  It was very clear what kind of enjoyment was intended as the boss had made numerous suggestions to his partner.  Sadly he was pleased to say that his 23 year old partner was very naive and was most unlikely to take advantage of his temporary freedom.  He had a lot to learn and so far had ignored his good advice.

The conversation continued for a little while but he gave little away about himself.  I did learn a lot about his partner’s innocence which judging by the way it was said he considered to be s serious weakness in his character.  He very much regretted that he lacked the spirit of adventure and was very unwilling to try anything new and exciting. 

The landlady looked over to me and leaning over the bar whispered something in his ear.  I did not hear his response but soon afterwards she placed two glasses on the counter and poured a double whisky in both.

My brain was working overtime.  I was getting very worried of his intentions.  My fears were confirmed when he approached me with the two glasses in his hands. How was I going to get out of this one?  

He politely asked my permission to join me and nervously I incoherently mumbled something which did nothing to stop him from sitting down next to me on my table.  Offering me the whisky he told me that he believed I needed this.

I was amazed by his forthrightness and most surprised by his opening remark.  He wanted to know what I was doing in the pub on my own and wondered why he had never seen me there before.  When I did not respond he rephrased the question by asking me if marital bliss had taken a knock that evening.

It was clear that he was not going to go away that easily and I opened by telling him that things would always work out.  He was an excellent listener and waited for me to continue.  I then gave him the history of our relation stressing that I dearly loved my wife and that falling out never lasted very long.  He made no judgements and suggested that there must be many positives in our relationship.  I welcomed the opportunity to talk about our wonderful daughter who although not mine I could not have loved her more had she been.

He was great company and made me feel very relaxed.  He was the type of person who asks questions and is genuinely interested in your answers.  He listened attentively as I continued to share my feelings with him.  My reasons for being in the pub on my own were all forgotten and I was enjoying the company.

A further double whisky was produced as he enquired if I had ever been unfaithful to my wife.  Not only had I not been with any other women my wife had been my one and only love.  Amazed that I had been able to resist the temptations of friends and colleagues he wanted to know the secret.  This was easy to answer I had always avoided situations which would compromise my marriage.  No late night drinks with friends and steer well away from emotional entanglements.

“Have you been unfaithful with other men?”

His question shocked me.  I had not been expecting it and I was caught out speechless for what seemed an eternity.

“No of course not!  You are beginning to sound like my wife”

I explained that life with Suzie was never boring.  She would often embarrass me and put me on the spot when I was least expecting it.  She also had the mistaken impression that I fancied other men.  We would be in a party or a pub and she would notice me glancing at another man.

“Handsome is’nt he?  I suppose you fancy him?”

My denials would be ignored even to the extent that on several occasions she had walked to the man concerned and spoken to him.  I could see her pointing me out and the man looking towards me, but I was unable to hear what she was saying.  She would come back several minutes later and tell me that she had told him that her husband was gay and really fancied him.  Nothing ever came of it of course as she remained well in control.  She had this wonderful ability of bringing surprise and excitement into our life.

On one occasion we were in a party with one of her girl friends and her husband.  They must have planned this as both herself and girl friend were agreed.  They dared us to kiss on the mouth if they did.  The excitement of seeing both women kissing in public was a great aphrodisiac and neither he or I thought it would go much further.  We dared them and there was no hesitation as both girls embraced and kissed with a passion that I had never seen them enjoy before.  I have to confess at having being excited by their actions and it was a thrill to see how others in the party had reacted to it.

We of course refused to complete our part of the bargain and had to endure the jibes of cowardice for the rest of that evening.

“That was such a shame you might have enjoyed it”

It seemed that I had been talking all the time and I knew very little of my drinking partner.

I was well over the limit and was on my fourth drink.  When he invited me to stay the night at his flat which was a short walk away I did not think I had any other option.

True to his word a ten minute walk brought us to an old country house which had been converted into luxury flats.  His was on the ground floor and had the entrance from the main hall.

The front door opened into an enormous and comfortable living room.  Two large leather settees and two sumptuous armchairs  were prominent as you went in.  A little closer inspection showed an extensive library of books and DVDs.  The room was wallpapered with Sanderson and above the fireplace was a very large mirror with an ornate guilded frame.  All around the room hung black and white and coloured photographs of nudes.  Mostly male but a few female examples as well.  I was impressed by the artistic quality of the photographs.  They represented a generous investment and an excellent taste.

The coffee table had one solitary photograph on its own frame, and I was attracted by the fresh face of the portrait of the young man.  I was offered a cup of coffee and invited to make myself comfortable.  I had a good look at the man in the photograph but it soon struck me that he appeared to be one of the main subjects of the male nudes on the wall.

“I see you have got acquainted with my partner.  He was a male model and that is how I met him”

“Are these your photographs?”

“Yes mostly but not all”

“I am impressed they are beautiful”  

“I am a professional photographer but I only work part time these days.  Other interest have taken more of my time”

He left my cup of coffee on the table and excusing himself went off again.  On his shelves gay books and films were prominent.  I noticed several copies of Mapplethorpe’s photographic books together with other artists that specialised in the male nudes.  He also had a good selection of males in leathers.

I went back to my coffee and from the settee admired the decor of the room.  Art deco lamps, hall tables and statuettes were spread around.  He clearly was very particular about the state of the room as everything was in perfect order with not a thing out of place.  This was a man who cared about the detail.

I heard him call me from one of the rooms.  He wanted my help with something.  I followed the sound of his voice and went in through one of the doors from the living room.  It was a well proportioned bedroom.  A large double bed covered in velvet material was prominent as were two bedside chairs.  On the bedside table stood another photograph of his partner.  There was nothing else that could spoil the symmetry of the look.  Radios and clocks were of no consequence to him.

Mirrors on all four walls gave a complete view all round the room.  The pictures in this bedroom were all pen and ink and pencil drawings.  Beautifully done they were the work of a master in his art.  The subjects intrigued me.  There were pictures of what could best be described as male orgies.  Large groups of men naked making love to one another in many different ways.  Males clad in leather straps, some secured by rings and chains to walls and other wooden structures.

I go to the gym several days a week and on every occasion I use the changing room and showers.  I have always avoided looking at other naked men for fear that it might offend somebody and get me into trouble.  I have never looked or had a man solicit me too look at him with no clothes on.   All my life I had been embarrassed by the idea that I might find the male body attractive and avoided ever looking, and had always modestly covered myself to prevent others from being similarly embarrassed.

I found the freedom of the men in the pictures to look and be seen refreshing and exciting.  These were men who had been able to overcome their fears and restrictions and totally able to give themselves and share with other men their mutual pleasure.  It seemed beautiful to me and I felt myself getting aroused.  

“I see you appreciate my drawings”

I had not realised he had come into the room through a side door.  He must have been having a shower as he was wearing a white towelling gown.  

“Did you draw them?  I love them.  I would not mind having one myself”

“Yes all my own work.  This is what I spend most of my time doing doing these days”

As he said this he turned his back and taking off the gown placed it on one of the chairs. He was completely naked.  He had the most beautiful body.  His back went down to a compact well trimmed bottom.  His legs not muscular were beautifully shaped.  He must have waxed his whole body as I was unable to spot any hairs from behind.

He turned round to face me and smiled.  This was the first time that anybody had stood in front of me inviting me to look at his totally naked body.  I was instantly aroused.  I had no idea that the simplicity of the situation could have had such an effect on me.  I was totally overcome and for a second thought my legs would give way.  I felt faint and unable to control my body that continued to react in a most uncontrollable way to the beautiful naked man in front of me.  I was unable to stop myself shivering and felt very embarrassed by my weakness.

“I think you need to undress and join me in bed so that I can warm you up”

Not shy at showing off his body he moved slowly and got himself onto the bed.  His cock hang down to well below the top of his leg.  He seemed big to me but this was a completely new experience and I was no judge.  I had never been able to examine a naked man,  let alone as close as this, and not one who so demanded  my attention.

I fumbled through taking my clothes off feeling more and more nervous as I did so.  All the time he watched me and I watched him.  I was getting aroused but this worried me as I had not expected to have this reaction.  I was having the strangest of urges, but very confused as to what I had to do about them.

All these years I had denied myself the liberty of believing that men could be attractive to me.  I could kid myself no longer this man had awoken something in me that I was unable to resist.  I knelt on the floor in front of the bed and holding his foot I started licking it all over.  He made to pull away but I held him fast and took his toes in my mouth.  My tongue exploring every one of his toes and delving into the space between them.  I could hear his pleasure.  I took his big toe and noisily sucked it as if I had discovered a surrogate cock.  He moaned and his legs moved further apart.

I moved to his other foot and as I did I glanced up towards his face.  His magnificent penis had grown several inches and was standing erect.  His chest was moving rapidly up and down keeping pace with his increasing heart beats.  The noises he was making confirmed that he was enjoying my actions.  Feeling more comfortable with what I was doing my hands slowly worked up his legs.

It was as if my mind had been taken over by a stranger.  I had this belief that the longer I sustained his desires the greater the eventual release when he came.  I wanted him to be impressed by my efforts and he became the sole focus of my actions.  I was being driven strongly by something which seemed alien to me.  The fear was that I was unable to control where all this was heading. 

Slowly I worked my way up the insides of his legs.  Gently caressing the inside of his leg  with my tongue.  I could feel the way in which his whole body was reacting to my touch.  He was unable to keep himself steady for a second.  His body was reacting to my every touch. His hands moved to the finials at each end of the headboard.  Arms outstretched he cried out pulling himself upright.  His whole body stiffened.  I glanced at his penis and saw it twitching desperately for the need to be held.

I moved up to his balls and could see how they moved as if alive.  I had the strongest impulse to take them in my mouth and suck them.  I could taste the soap on his body. He moaned and I thought I heard him calling blaspheming.  It would have been too easy to bring him off.  I moved up to his chest and licked his nipples.  These seem to grow at my touch and his chest raised up from the bed.

“Bite them, for fuck sake bite them”

I bit him hard not worrying as to the pain I was inflicting on him.  I thought I saw his cock jerk rapidly in the corner of my eye.  

He continued to beg me to bite them and in my excitement I dug my teeth into his nipples until he screamed with pain.

“My poor darling.  I am so sorry”  

Strange how words come to your mouth in the throws of making love.  I could not believe what this possession was doing to me.  I was discovering lust, compulsion and abandoned sex all at the same time.  I had never been this close to an all consuming pleasure as I did then.  No one before had reacted with such pleasure and passion in response to my touches as he was doing.  I had never felt this good before.

I had the strongest of desires to kiss him.  Nobody to judge me or conventions to maintain.  I had to get close to this man and do what I had never done before.  My mouth on his my tongue probing desperately for his.  He responded, as our tongues played with each other I sucked in wanting as much of him as I could get.  I loved what I was tasting.  It was heavenly.  Oh God how good was this.

His was breathing heavily and his chest was beating so quickly.  I was overcome with the most incredible feeling throughout my body and especially my groin.  I had never felt this high when I kissed Suzie.  Kissing this man on the mouth seemed to imprison my senses.  If I did not stop soon I would not be able to stop myself ejaculating.

I moved to his clean shaven groin and slowly licked it, watching as the cock reacted to every lick.  I could see the clear sticky fluid slowly streaming from the his hole.  I held the head between my two fingers and with my tongue licked its wetness.  He was shaking at my touch.  He begged me to take it into my mouth and suck it.  I pretended not to understand as my tongue slid up and down his throbbing trunk.

For some reason better known to myself I felt that the longer I kept him in suspense the larger the load that he would deliver.  I wanted him to fill me with his seed.  

His moaning was getting louder all the time.  I took his cock in my mouth and pushing as far up as I could get it I compressed my lips around it.  My tongue was all over his cock there was no ridge left unexplored.  I started to go up and down along his throbbing stem.  I could taste his wonderful secretions.  I had never been as stiff before.  I was desperate to come off.

Worried that I might do so, I got up, and excusing myself by telling him that I had to go into the bathroom I left him on the bed craving for his own relief.  I waited in the bathroom giving myself and him time to get over the urgent need.   Desperately praying that he would not bring himself off.

It must have been five minutes later that I went into the room again.  I looked at him and could see the anger on his face.  Pretending not to notice my face went down on his and after saying sorry I enveloped his mouth with mine as my tongue pushed its way between his lips.  His mouth was dry and I tried as best as I could to share my wetness with him.  He responded to my kisses opening his mouth and sucking my tongue.  I loved the feel of his tongue and the ferocity with which he was trying to take me.  Why had I never thought that kissing a man could be so pleasurable.  Never had I experienced such sensuality and he was driving me mad again.  I could feel my cock getting wet..  

I pulled away and took his beautiful stiff cock into my mouth again.  It was all wet and I got the wonderful taste of him as I licked and sucked him.  I did not have the heart to keep him waiting any longer.  Squeezing it tight with my hand my tongue played around the head.  His breathing was getting deeper and I worried about his wellbeing.  I was too far gone to care I desperately needed him to fill my mouth with his load.  I sucked and licked as my head went up and down the engorged stem of his cock.  He was making a lot of noise now but I could not hear what he was saying.  It might have been bitch and maybe whore, but what ever it was I was getting as hot as hell.

His whole body tensed up and his screaming said to me that he was seconds from coming off.  I held him in my mouth my lips forming a tight seal so that his wonderful white juices would not be lost to me.  This seemed to excite him even more and with the last gasp of a desperate man that had been finally relieved he shot his warm nectar into my mouth.  It kept coming as the throbbing and moaning continued.  I could feel the warm silky liquid going to the back of my throat.  I used my tongue to taste his juice having no idea what I expected.  It was a very subtle taste which felt silky and sticky.  It was warm almost hot  but It fed my mind with the wonderful thoughts that I had his living seeds and I needed to retain him within me.  I coated my mouth with his fluid leaving no part untouched.  It is the closest I have been to absolute pleasure and heaven.

As I held him inside me he continue to seep more and more of himself.  I did not want to let go.  I savoured his every drop and slowly swallowed it down not wanting to miss any of the pleasure it gave me.  I loved the taste of this man and treasured the seed he had produced for me.

It must have been twenty minutes before I considered letting him loose.  Holding his cock in my mouth until it had lost all its stiffness it lay their flaccid in my mouth.  I did try to excite him but he was too far gone to respond.  

I let him go and looked up at him.  His face was covered by his arm almost as he had fallen asleep in that position.  He must have been exhausted.  I let him fall asleep but I was far from finished with him.

I had been so busy trying to please him that I had paid little attention to my own needs.  I badly needed an orgasm to relax the stress in my own body.  Careful not to wake him up I went off to the bathroom to relieve myself.  I noticed the glass on the worktop and keen to explore the taste of my own semen I came off into it and drank what were my own juices.  I found the experience exciting but I was not able to discern much difference.  This was more about the sexual high of having a man’s prick in your mouth and the sheer pleasure of having him come off in your mouth than any other consideration.  This was yet another revelation which left me wondering about my own sexuality.  I loved the whole experience and could not wait to repeat it. 

That night I hardly slept.  I sucked that man off on a further four occasions, each time it got harder to illicit an response. On the fourth occasion he had little of his juice left to give me.  I would have continued had it not been for him telling me that he needed to rest as he had a tough week ahead of him, and then pushing me away.

I could not believe how beautiful my whole experience had been.  It had been the most exhilarating experience of my life.  Almost an addiction.  Taking his cock into my mouth and using my tongue and lips to bring him to peaks of such ecstasy, had given me the greatest pleasure I had ever hoped to experience.  I was hooked.  I loved the way in which he burst his seed into my mouth and the warm smooth silky stickiness of his cum which I held in for a long time before swallowing  and allowing it to penetrate my body.  The unique subtle taste of his cum excited me, and his screams of pleasure as he shared it with me gave me a high which I would never be able to forget.  I loved the vision that it was very much alive and becoming very much a part of me.  I loved that I had something of his inside me, alive and flowering.

Unable to calm my excitement I lay in bed unable to sleep.  I would never be able to put this behind me.  I was scared that I might not be able to take advantage of my newly found sexuality.  On this occasion it was I that was approached but what would I have to do in future.  I lacked the confidence to pursue it by myself.  The thought depressed me.  I was totally naive to this world into which I had been introduced.  One thing I did know was that I would need to have more or die.

In a strange thought I wondered if somehow Suzie had recognised this in me long before this moment.  This might have been the reason for many of her concerns and disappointments.  I was still very much in love with her and needed to preserve our relationship.  I promised myself that I would be far more considerate with her.  I did not feel that I needed a permanent boyfriend but I was not so sure that I could live without the male sex that had left me craving for so much more.

It was already getting light when I fell asleep.  When eventually I woke up the noise from the kitchen gave me a good clue as to where he was.

Over breakfast he was brutal.  He told me that he was very happy with his current relationship and was not looking for any further sex with me.  What he added was that he belonged to a club that met every month in which he felt sure that I could get as much sex as I desired.  His partner refused to go with him to these meetings but accepted that as a long time member he could not refuse him the freedom to do so.  The catch he explained was that I would have to accept him controlling  any sex which was on offer and that I would make no attempt to contact him at home.

Upset by his attitude I refused his offer and asked him for a lift to my car.  When we got there he gave me a slip of paper with a phone number and suggested that I phone it if I changed my mind.  With that he was gone.

True Story: Chained Up in Dave’s Dungeon ( M / M )

My buddy Dave recently bought a fixer-upper house in a bad neighborhood of Los Angeles. In his backyard, at the end of his carport, was a rickety old barn like garage. With my help, we converted it into a dungeon.

Like me, Dave was primarily a dominant master (a “dom”) but we enjoyed switching up roles when we played. Having his own dungeon was a big feather in his BDSM cap.

He outfitted it with his existing bondage gear and toys, and all kinds of crazy, kinky stuff.

The most significant additions to his dungeon that made it special, however, required special installation. Since I was handy with heavy duty tools, I volunteered to be his slave labor for the task. One was a bondage bed. He found an old iron bed at a thrift store that we reinforced with more metal material and then anchored it to the concrete flooring. Next, we installed his piece de resistance which were two sets of metal scaffolding towers. Through a craigslist ad, he found a music company “dumping” these gargantuan beasts to anyone who could take them away from their storage. They were the kind used for rock concerts to frame a stage and hold up lighting. It took us an entire day but we were able to install them inside the garage and deadbolt them into the concrete flooring securely. Miraculously the aluminum towers fitted to the inch inside, just barely touching the roofing of the garage. We joked that it also made the shabby structure more secure and guaranteed the old roof wouldn’t fall on our heads.

Needless to say, I sweated my ass off to get the place ready.

Instead of paying me, he promised me better compensation. I would be the first guy to break in his new playroom for a roleplay session. We set a date, that next Friday.

That Friday, over a couple of beers, we chatted about what we would do. We definitely wanted to put those scaffoldings to the test and restrain one of us between them. Since he wanted to stay free to check out his equipment, and possibly do a little work around his house, he wanted me to be the one tied up. Though I usually found myself in the dominant position, this made sense and I enjoyed being a “sub” when the dude knows what they’re doing.

I had left in his dungeon several bins of my sports gear I collected. They contained full football uniforms, wrestling singlets, neoprene pads, and such. I should note, in addition to bondage, Dave and I were both really in to sports gear. Though we were part of the recon.com fetish world, we originally met several years back on gearfetish.com.

Since I brought my video camera (on a tripod) for the big night, I wanted to dress up for it. I suited up in my favorite football uniform. I stripped down butt naked then slid on a jock-strap with a pouch containing a banana cup. Then I stepped in my stretchy, white football pants complete with thigh and knee pads inserted and laced the pants around my waist. I put on a blue lycra compression shirt. Then I donned a pair of shoulder pads with my Blue Devils white football jersey over it. Often I did these kind of bondage sessions in my underwear – I wasn’t shy – but it felt really exciting to wear all that gear and be been on camera in it.

I stood in between one a pair of scaffoldings, ready to be tied up, standing spread eagle.

Instead of rope, Dave decided to use some newly bought chains for my restraints. After I helped him slip leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles, we pad locked the chains to their buckles.

Dave went to work attaching the chains to the scaffolding. Starting with my arms, I stretched them out, not above my head but away from my torso. This would be more comfortable for longer term bondage he said. Uh oh! He connected the wrist chains to the furthest limbs of the scaffolding pulling my hands adequately away from my body. Since I couldn’t reach the connecting points, locks weren’t necessary so he attached them with thick carabiners.

He told me to spread my legs as much as possible. Then he took the chains connected to my ankles and linked them with more carabiners to the opposing aluminum scaffolding.

While he did all this, a lot of metal on metal clanking was going on. I wondered if the garage aka dungeon had walls thick enough to prevent  his next-door neighbors from hearing all the commotion. 

Dave finished up some last-minute tightening here and there and, voila, I was standing spread eagle between his two aluminum towers. Unlike rope, the chains had no “give” to them. I was tightly secured.  

Dave positioned the camera on the tripod in front of me and started to record what we were doing. I had already given him some direction on what to capture for the video so he knew what to do. He grumbled a bit about it, Dave didn’t like to fuss with video cameras like I did, but he owed me the favor for all the hard work I put in to the dungeon and he ultimately liked the thought of a clip commemorating the moment.

Now it was time to gag me.

Dave and I shared the same taste in gags. We liked them unable to be removed by the sub and we liked them to involve smells. 

He gave me a last few sips of beer from my bottle. We had talked about using my dirty sock in my mouth and I brought one of my favorite smelly socks I never washed. I loved the smell of my own sweaty socks. Dave decided, though, to veto that and instead went with one of his own. He showed me a plastic baggy that contained a pair of really dirty looking ankle socks. He pulled them out and held it to my nose for approval. They were still kept moist from his sweat. Sure enough, they stank. No shit, boy did they stink! Dave had a unique smell to his feet that wasn’t entirely pleasant but that was part of the torment that I ultimately enjoyed so I nodded. He shoved both pair in to my mouth and instructed me to keep them there. Then he took duct tape and wrapped the lower half of my face with layer upon layer. Mmmphhh!

Next, he blindfolded me.

The blindfold, a long dark soccer sock from my personal collection of gear, was tied around my eyes. It served two purposes. One, it helped disguise my face for the video we were making. Two, it was a favorite addition to helping me fantasize about where I was and what was happening to me.

Once I was bound, gagged, and blindfolded, I allowed myself to “mind trip” as I tested the restraints, feeling truly helpless. It was warm in the dungeon and I was starting to sweat in my football gear. Since it was a uniform I’d worn often, the previous baked in sweat and odor was activating, emitting a nice scent.

My dick was already hard and I was pre-cumming. My cock was popping out of my jockstrap and protective cup. Without warning, though, Dave tapped his hand on my crotch.

Mmpphhhhh! Asshole! He laughed and told me it was too soon to be enjoying myself.

Then he told me that he was moving the camera around to get coverage of me. I put on a show and started to struggle as much as I could and groaned through my gag. I could tell by the sound of his voice that he was getting various angles of me too. Once he was finished with the shots, he told me he would keep it on record in a wide shot.

He got up in my face, reached under my compression shirt, then underneath the shoulder pads and played with my nipples. He pinched them lightly. Mmmmphh! It irritated me but also turned me on. While he did that, he debated out loud about abandoning me like that or sticking around to torture me.  

Dave decided to leave me alone in my helpless condition.

He said he had some work to do around the house and that I should have a good time by myself, while the video camera shot me. The prospect of being abandoned like that might be a little dangerous but it was also a little exciting. I had a safe word and signal that I could have used in that moment to object, but I didn’t. Dave did, however, fist make sure I could adequately breathe through my nostrils.

I heard the sound of his door opening, closing, and then silence. He had gone.

I twisted, yanked, and squirmed around in my helpless standing spread eagle position. I couldn’t get free. I definitely tried. The only thing it accomplished was the loud sound of metal chain links clashing with the aluminum scaffolding.

He did a first-class job with the gag too. Dave used some quality duct tape and had wrapped it not just around my face but under my chin for support. I could taste the faint odor of his used, smelly socks in my mouth. They tasted like stale corn, oddly enough.

I struggled in my bondage for a good thirty minutes alone in there, maintaining a hard-on the whole time. It felt pretty great.

When I heard Dave return, he mocked me for how sweaty a captive I was. True enough, I was perspiring like a mother fucker.

I was horny and my cock wanted attention. As I heard him approach, though, I tensed up expecting to be punched or slapped down there again.

“Let’s see what’s going on in here,” he said.

Instead of hitting me, he unlaced my football pants and opened them up. It released a warm, humid rush of pungent air from my crotch. “Nice!” he reacted. He pushed the stretchy football pants down past my hips until the waistband, then the pouch, of my jockstrap, was exposed. My penis was sticking out the side, erect as a steel rod.

He stroked my dick slowly which made me moan and shudder. He laughed then once again slapped my crotch, this time hitting me square in my nuts. Mmmphhhh!!! Fuck that hurt, but he knew I liked being tested so it was a game I endured.

He placed something in his hands that he started to affix to the shaft of my penis. It was a rubbery, tubular piece that enveloped my dick. Then he flicked on a switch and it started to vibrate my cock. I immediately realized it was one of his favorite toys. It was a massage wand vibrator!

“Mmmmmmmmhhhhh!” I moaned as I began receiving mechanical masturbation from the device. I leaned back, falling in to the grips of the chains, helplessly restrained. My hands opened wide and my toes curled down.

Right as I was getting close to cumming, he suddenly stopped and left me to wiggle around, frustrated. Denied!

He edged me like that a couple more times, always stopping short, then pulled my pants back up, leaving my raging boner trying to burst out of the stretchy fabric of my jock strap and football pants. I was pre-cumming like crazy.

Dave stood up on something, leaned in to me, and shoved his armpits in my face. He made me take a few whiffs of the sharp odor. He liked to skip showers too and didn’t wear deodorant.  

Then he left me alone once more and continued with the late-night construction on his house while I whimpered and squirmed with sexual frustration. Blindfolded, I couldn’t see a thing and I wondered if he was secretly watching me or was he really leaving me every time. I had no way of knowing.

The lycra fabric of my gear was sticking to my skin from all the sweat coming from my pores.

Another thirty minutes or so went by while I writhed and jerked.

Dave returned and did the same thing all over again with the massage wand, edging me to near climax then denying me. He even slapped my balls.

This cruel pattern was repeated a couple of more times in to the night.

Eventually, I was sweating so much that I could have slipped my wrists out of the leather restraints. Did I do that, though? Nope. I remained a loyal captive.

When he returned, a fourth or fifth time, I’m not sure which, he opted out of the wand and used his hand. After having yanked my sweaty football pants and jock down to my thighs, he started to jack me off.

“I could edge you all night like this but you’ve been a pretty good boy,” he said. “Maybe you deserve to release. Do you?”

“Mmmmh hhhmmm!” I nodded, stiffened up as he stroked my penis, feeling all the wonderful sensations.

Once again, I got close.

“You ready to cum, young man?” he laughed.

I nodded intently and grunted through my gag. “Mmmphhhhhhh!”

“I’m pretty impressed with your work. The scaffoldings aren’t budging one bit. You really screwed yourself, ha hah,” he teased.

“Mmmmhhhh!” I nodded, continuing to feel the wonder of being jacked off.

“Ok…. Here we go!” he said, edging me closer to climax.

Right as I was on the verge of shooting everywhere, the damn bastard once again stopped short and let go of my dick.

“Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!” I begged, jittering my whole spread out body against the chains.

“Oh…. You know you love this edge torture!” he laughed.

After a moment, he returned again to stroking me, feeling out my body for when I would again be close to coming. He wasn’t going to give me the satisfaction.

But this time I was able to trick him. With all my mite, I didn’t make a gesture that I was close and kept stoic. I finally shot my load and sprayed everywhere.

“Oh damn!” he reacted, probably getting hit with my semen. 

“Uhhhmmmmmm!” I moaned with relief, relaxing my whole body and slumping over in to the leather restraints.

Dave left me like that for a few minutes while he left and ultimately returned. I could see out of a sliver of my blindfold that he was toweling himself off.

Eventually he took me down from the restraints. The moment my hands were freed, I realized how numb my wrists were. When the ankles were released, I realized how stretched out my legs had been. I was definitely going to be sore in the morning.

After we pulled off my tape gag, I stripped butt naked out of my football gear. I still had an erection. Now my body was chilled by the air. I slid on my pair of boxer briefs underwear. I looked at my pile of football gear and how drenched it was.

We decided that we would clean up the dungeon mess in the morning. It was pretty late. Dave let me stay over that night. Instead of having sex, we cuddled in his bed together, keeping with our smelly socks in bed between us.

THE END

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I had two older sister. I remember being dressed like a girl and having makeup and lipstick put on me when I was a boy by my sisters and their friends during their slumber parties. They lavished attention on me and treated me like their doll. I loved it and wanted to be with them always. 

We weren’t rich but my parents helped support our grandparents and helped other relatives. So we didn’t have a lot of discretionary money. Consequently i had to wear my sisters’ hand me downs. I’d wear their shirts and pants anywhere as they weren’t too girly. But sometimes my mother would make me wear a dress inside our home if my other clothing needed laundering. My father and older brother would tease me that I made a pretty girl. That’s how I learned about getting teased and what wasn’t acceptable. I felt I had to object to wearing a dress even though I really didn’t mind. My sisters clothing changed to nylon and satin becoming more feminine. I continued to wear their hand me downs inside, included their pj’s and even a cute baby doll. Until my father asked why I was wearing a baby doll and said I was too old to wear my sisters clothes anymore.

Several years later when I found a pair of white nylon panties in the laundry. I tried them on and had an erection. I started wearing them in bed and had wet dreams. I was hooked and wore them beneath my clothes and to sleep. I loved the way it felt wearing just panties beneath the sheets. Then one morning my father had to wake my brother and I early (we shared a room) and just yanked my covers down telling me to get up. I quickly pulled my covers back up and he walked out of our room. I hoped he hadn’t noticed I was wearing panties. He never said anything and I believe it he did catch sight of the panties I was wearing he probably just assumed they were my normal tidy whities.

My older brother moved away and I had my bedroom to myself. I became bolder, walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night just in panties. I added pantyhose to my sleeping attire. I started going outside in panties and pantyhose. The cool night air felt invigorating on my almost naked body. First just to our doorstep and yard. Later I’d walk down the street hiding in doorways and shadows when a car drove by. One time my sister was away so I borrowed her sheer purple baby doll and panty with matching bedroom slippers. I wore them to bed and it was so exciting I couldn’t sleep. I snuck out the front and hid in our doorway. I walked past several houses to the corner then hurried back. It was exhilarating. I walked to the corner again then crossed the street and walked down the next block then turned back. I heard a car and saw headlights. There was nowhere to hide so I ducked behind a parked car. My heart was pounding as the car passed and appeared to slow down. I prayed it wasn’t a police car and that they hadn’t seen me. The car kept going and I hurried back home.

I wore panties under my pants whenever I could. If I was home alone I’d try on nylons, garter belts, girdles, high heels and make up. I’d always get hard and wet. I tasted my own precum and liked it. I wondered how cum tasted. I was young and limber so I tried to suck my cock while lying on my back with my legs and hips over head. I managed to lick and kiss the tip of my cock and shot my cum into my mouth. But without the sexual tension anymore my desire to try my own cum disappeared. I ran to the bathroom to spit it out. I couldn’t understand why I had the desire to taste and swallow my cum whenever I played and edged, yet once I orgasmed it turned me off. Then one time I was in my locked room trying to suck my cock, edging and eating my precum and dripping cum when I went too far and started shooting a load into my mouth. When I finished I sat up and realized I couldn’t go to the bathroom because my parents were home. I swallowed my mouthful of cum even though I had no desire. After I did I felt some satisfaction at finally eating my own cum and rather liked the aftertaste. But even though I knew I wanted to and knew I liked it, I still had that reluctance to eat my cum after an orgasm.

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Hi GD  friends and readers of my stories. I invite each of you to listen in on my phone sex call to gorgeous Rick as we get each other aroused and hot from our horny needs to make us both cum. Thanks and I hope you also have an equally powerful orgasm as Rick and I do. Best Wishes, Eric

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It is 9:00 PM Pacific time and mid-night in N Y when I pick up the phone and call hot Rick, the 6-foot and 4-inch big dude with that 8-inch hammer that has satisfied my pussy over a month. Here is the dirty phone conversation for both your pleasure along with Rick and me. ENJOY!!!!

RICK answers the phone: “Hey Eric Babe, I see it is you calling. How’s my Babe doing out in sunny California? Man, I’m horny as hell after not having juicy man pussy with you for over a week to satisfy my BIG HORSE COCK. Baby, my hand is not satisfying my throbbing python missile like your pink juicy puckering man pussy. Oh tell me how much you want my BIG dick up that pink man pussy.”

ERIC: “OH BABY, the big black dildo you gave me is no good as a substitute for your fresh silk-like hard cock. I dream about  how great your big dick was as you serviced my horny pussy and I miss the feel of all your wet thick white sticky cum lubricating my man pussy and of course you feeding me all that sweat tasting cum of yours for a late night snack. OH BABY, I’m getting such a hard on right now.  OH Baby, I’m stone hard with my cock spewing precum trying to escape my briefs and gym shorts right now. Tell me how horny you are and what you’re doing at this moment..”

RICK: “OH FUCK YEA BABY, my BIG tool is stiff as a board running down my left leg dripping gobs of wet warm precum down my leg. OH FUCK, you slut, you have me so aroused I need to get out of these fucking damn wet briefs and jogging pants. Fuck, my dick is making a mess of my clothes. Tell me what you want to do to me and I to you.”

ERIC: “OH HOLLY FUCK, I’m taking off my hot gym shorts and wet briefs—YEA BABY, I’m now butt naked and wildly jerking my hard cock fantasying you’re playing with my cock and balls, oh Baby I’m so lusting after your body and big dick.”

RICK: “Eric Baby, I too am now stark naked lying on my bed on my back as I use my fingers to play with my ass. Tell me what you want to do with my body.”

ERIC: “Baby lie there as I begin to lick your big strong neck, bite your ear lobes, stick my hot tongue in those sexy ears, and now I’m plunging my wet tongue deep in your fucking wet mouth with rough French wet kisses while I squeeze hard on those erect nipples. Mmmmm, you taste so good. Raise those big arms and let me suck and lick on those hairy sweaty armpits, yea I love the taste of those sweaty underarms hairs. Baby, you’re cock is flopping up and down wanting my mouth.”

RICK: “FUCK YEA, wash my whole body with those sweet red lips and tongue. Baby, I’m over heating with the feel of your mouth, oh shit, I feel your tongue running up and down my hard chest, fuck I want to come. Don’t stop—Fuck yea, fuck yea, lick my hard sweaty inter thighs. Oh my god, yes, suck my balls, shit you just took both of those damn nuts in your mouth, wow that feels so good. I’m delirious with lust for you Baby. Thanks Baby.”

ERIC: “Mmmmmm, your balls are so hot and sweaty and taste so good. Man, the smell of your entire crotch is turning me on big time. Oh give me that huge cock. I want to swallow every inch of that manhood and taste that white precum. Give me that sweet juice.”

RICK: “Oh my god, suck my big dick, take it all in that sexy mouth of yours, Suck my dong, that’s it. FUCK YEA, blow my big organ, make it harder, yea, drive that monster all the way to the back of your fucking throat. Use your wet hot tongue to massage my hard tool. WOW, you’re the best ever cocksucker. Oh yea, you slut, you sweet whore, you hot bitch suck that damn cock. You want me, don’t you? I know you’re getting me horny as hell so I’ll once again fuck the hell out of that big man pussy. Fuck yea Eric, your mouth feels so good on my hard dick.”

ERIC: “Mmmmmmm, let me at that wet sweet pink ass. I want to eat your fucking ass. Spread those damn legs, here put a pillow under those hard hips, and give me a direct path to that wow wet puckering ass. I’m hungry for an ass meal right now. Fuck, take my three fingers deep in that man pussy getting it ready for my hot rim job. Do you like that?”

RICK: “Shit yea, oh you little eager slut, yea lick and eat my hole, wow that tongue is so deep in my ass. You love rimming your favorite ass, don’t you?  Get me hot and ready to fuck that hot pink man pussy of yours. I know you want my cock deep in that worn pussy for the 50th time. Oh my god, eat my ass, get my stiff cock ready to drill my favorite man pussy. I want to assault that worn big loose pussy like never before. I want to fuck you until you scream for help. Remember that pussy of yours belongs to me and my huge 8-inch cock.”

ERIC: “OH FUCK YEA, I want that python deep in my ass soon. My pussy belongs to that awesome hard throbbing cock of yours. YEA, fuck me until I cannot walk straight. Make me pay Buddy. Look at that huge rod of yours; it is pounding against my face as I suck your ass. Shit, my lips are covered in your spewing precum–Mmmmm I love the taste. It smell so good.”

RICK: “Bitch, I did not tell you that you could stop rimming my damn wet ass, get at it again you ungrateful bitch. Eat that juicy pussy until I tell you to stop. Do you understand, you little slut and needful bitch for my cock. Now go down and kiss and lick my feet. That’s it you humble bitch, now suck all ten of my sweaty toes until I tell you to stop.  How do my toes taste? Do you like the smell of my feet after I just came home from a workout? Here smell my sweaty workout socks. You’re such a cute obedient Rick’s nasty bitch, aren’t you?”

ERIC: “OH FUCK YEA Master, Rick those toes and feet smell so sweaty and good as do those sweaty socks in my face. Yea, talk dirty to your thankful bitch. Please fuck me Rick. It’s been a week since I went back to California and I miss that awesome cock of yours.  Tell me how much you want to fuck your baby’s pussy once again.”

RICK: “OK BITCH, you can stop sucking on my toes and wet socks. Come here and lick on my briefs covered in precum. Enjoy a smell of my seed. There you are, stuff those raunchy briefs in your mouth–that’s it. Yea, you do whatever I order you to do, don’t you my sweet bitch servant.”

ERIC: YEA MASTER, SIR, I’m your willing bitch, Please don’t tease me any longer, fuck your bitch right now. Spit on my ass, soak my as with gobs of lube and drive that horse cock deep inside my ass. Fuck me hard and fast. Oh Baby, I need that champion dick now. Fuck me until I cannot take it any longer, maybe all night. Let me be your willing sex servant. Oh look how my pussy is puckering wanting your BIG DICK. Come on Baby and give me your manhood hard and fast.”

RICK: “Here Baby get on your back, spread those hot sexy legs and feet, yea that is it. Now lift up those hips and here comes my fucking hard cock deep in that awesome pussy. WOW, my cock feels so good deep in that man pussy. Yea, use those ass muscles to squeeze my dick, that’s it. Yea, take it Baby. Shit I’ve not had an orgasm in a week; Oh my god, here I come. Yea fuck take my DNA, that so great.”

ERIC: “Fuck yea me too, here I come, fuck yea I’m shooting my load up my abs, stomach, chest and damn face. WOW, what a great big load.”

RICK: “Yea me too Eric. I just unloaded with a huge load all over my body and bed sheets. Thanks for such a powerful orgasm with our phone sex. I wish you were here to eat my cum.”

ERIC: “Rick I too had an amazing orgasm with a huge load of white sticky cum. Lets both eat our cum right now to celebrate this hot phone sex. OK?”

RICK: “Baby, I just ate all my sweet salty cum. Thanks Baby and Good Night.”

ERIC: “Good night Baby and sweet dreams.”

Young wrestlers practiced inside the gym on faded foam rubber mats. On a concrete wall written in big bright powder blue letters with red trim was “KALAZOO COLLEGE WILDCATS”. It was a hot box in that small athletic room and they’re soaked in sweat. Some of the young men were wearing their drenched t-shirts but most were shirtless. This was a homoerotic scene – fit, energetic young masculine males in the prime of their life grabbing at each other’s perspiring bodies.Meanwhile as the team practiced, a slender young college student headed into their locker room pushing a large sized canvas laundry cart on rollers. It was Owen Jensen, 19, the sports equipment manager for the various teams. He was a nerdish cute sophomore with thick, flowing long and wavy golden blonde hair and green eyes.

The locker room was dimly lit and musty with the heavy stench of male body odor hovering. It was part of an old building so it’s somewhat rundown but the lockers were freshly painted powder blue, bright red mesh wire partitions line the space, and the wooden benches anchored to the cement floor are polished to a high sheen.

He started to go locker to locker and collected dirty wrestling singlets and used towels, throwing them into the laundry bin he totes. He came across a particular locker though and stopped to admire the various clothing including a pair of red Fruit of the Loom underwear and a singlet hanging up. He grabbed the underwear and copped a sniff, enjoying the pungent aroma. He rubbed himself for a moment and stuffed the underwear into his back pocket. Then he took the sheer lycra singlet into his hands and pressed the crotch of the uniform against his nose. The odor of sweaty, smelly man scent was strong and he got excited. 

Back in the practice room, Johnny McDowell, 21, a star wrestler in the 149lb weight class, finished up his drills, teaching a younger teammate how to do the butt drag. He’s a clean cut, ruggedly handsome senior. His dark blonde hair was fashioned in a military buzz cut and had eyes blue, a squared jaw, and lean muscle. He wore a tight Under Armour sleeveless compression shit that proudly showed off his fine physique with baggy, powder blue gym shorts with the team logo.

As he adjusted himself, he humorously announced he had to drain the dragon aka take a piss.

His “best friend” on the team, Todd Lopez, heard him and he said he’d join. Lopez, 21, in the 157lb weight class, was a muscular, Latino mixed young man with black hair and dark eyes. He was shirtless, showing off smooth olive cut frame shining with sweat that dripped down to his powder blue team shorts.

Lopez and Johnny exchanged smiles. The two studs happened to be gay and were secretly boyfriends.

They snuck through the main gym hallway that adjoined to various locker rooms and equipment closets, past the coaches’ office. They quietly opened the door of their own locker room because they didn’t want to alert anyone. They wanted to have a quick make out session. All the grappling made them horny. Their testosterone was amped up.

Instead they walked into an unexpected scene, spotting Owen. The nerdy pervert was seated on one of the benches jerking off to a wrestling singlet.

 

“Well, well, looks like we came to a party!” Johnny announced.

Owen was immediately embarrassed and zipped up his jeans. The wrestlers were happy to catch him in the act. As he begged for forgiveness, the compact but impressively built wrestlers stood at the entrance and started to whisper something to each other. “Good idea!” Lopez said smiling at Johnny. Owen got nervous, wondering what they were planning. Lopez locked the door of the locker room!

Owen, terrified, decided to make a run for it, bolting towards the back door that went outside. He was quickly tackled by the wrestlers and held down on the floor.

“Nope, not that way. You’re not leaving. We got plans for you, little bitch,” Johnny stated.

As Owen squirmed underneath Johnny’s weight and grip on his arms, Lopez rushed to their lockers and returned with their pants belts and some jump rope.

“Please, don’t! Please!” Owen begged as the jocks ignored him and began tying him up.

The two athletes seemed to have good bondage skills, easily getting powerless Owen hogtied with the belts and jump rope.

The older boys turned Owen on his side, lifted up his t-shirt and start to feel up his slim, smooth chest and play with his nipples.

“Uhh, please. Please!” Owen continued to plead.

Johnny and Lopez noticed that their tied up captive was still sporting his erection. They unzipped his jeans, reached into his underwear and fondled his dick and balls.

“I think he likes being tied up!” Lopez snickered, turning to Johnny.

“Please stop! Please let me go!” Owen continuously yelped.

“Relax, kinky lil’ faggot. We’re gonna stash you in the equipment room and come back for you later tonight. We’ll have LOTS of fun! You will too!” Johnny said.

“No! No! I have to finish my work or I’ll get fired! And I’ve got night class! And….” Owen rambled.

As he did, Lopez pulled off his team gym shorts, slid out of his sweaty “The Duke” branded  jockstrap, and then shoved it into Owen’s mumbling mouth. “Shut the fuck up!”

“Mmmphh!” the boy gagged, chewing down on the soiled, well used athletic supporter. Johnny put his hand over the boy’s mouth to keep it in place.

From his locker shelf, Lopez grabbed a roll of vetrap bandage tape and used it to wrap the lower half of Owen’s face, forcing the smelly jock gag to stay buried in his mouth.  The material was like ace bandage but only more adhesive and near impossible to fall away. It hugged his face like a second skin.

“Man, I wanna molest him right here,” Lopez said as he replaced his baggy gym short sans jockstrap.

“Be patient. We’ll do all that tonight!” Johnny promised.

The hot wrestlers kissed each other briefly as their team’s humiliated equipment manager squirmed beneath them and groveled into his delicious jock-strap gag.

They hoisted the bound boy and deposited him into the canvas laundry bin. They covered him up with the mess of dirty uniforms and towels. Then they wheeled him out of the locker room as Owen made muffled whimpers underneath the pile of smelly garb.

As they rolled him through the gym’s hallway, Tyler Bendishaw, a younger wrestler from the squad, very attractive too, walked by to ask what they were doing. “Where’s Owen?” he asked.

“Who? Oh, that weird nerd dude , ha hah? He’s out sick,” Johnny said.

While most of the team ignored Owen’s presence, Bendishaw had a fondness for him. Owen was struggling in the laundry bin, gasping, trying to get Bendishaw’s attention. He figured the guy would come to his rescue.

“I just saw him an hour ago. And by the way I think he’s a pretty cool kid,” Bendishaw said.

“Just jokin’! But yea, he left sick I guess. Coach told us to just drop this off in the laundry room for a wash later,” Lopez lied.

Incredibly, Bendishaw didn’t hear poor Owen’s muzzled cries for help. Instead, he shouted “Here take this, then” removing his drenched t-shirt and throwing it in the bin. “I’ve worn all week, it reeks, so I’d appreciate!”

The stinky gym shirt landed inside the laundry cart right on top of Owen’s head which was now slightly peeking out of the pile of towels and uniforms since he was trying to signal a sympathetic friend for help.

“Good shot, bro!” the duo laughed as they waved James on and continued about their mission.

Using a set of keys, they lifted from Owen’s pocket, they unlocked the equipment room and rolled the laundry bin inside containing one bound and gagged equipment manager. How fitting was this staging area?

They closed the door, standing inside the small space adorned with used sports gear, and started to passionately French kiss each other again. They were hornier than ever, having a rush of excitement knowing they had a new play toy to use later that evening. They reached down into Owen’s crotch and edged him some more as they smacked their lips over each other.

Johnny dug around Owen’s pockets to take his cell phone. He smartly didn’t want him to have any communication with the outside world. He fumbled through his back pocket first and discovered something bulging. He pulled out a pair of red Fruit of the Loom underwear. They happened to be his!

“Look, perv boy stole my fuckin’ underwear!” Johnny exclaimed. “I thought that was singlet he was sniffing!”

“He’s a damn thief!” Lopez yelled.

Johnny spitted a big lugie on his face and warned, “You’re REALLY getting some punishment tonight!” shoving his underwear into his own gym shorts pocket, reclaiming it.

Johnny found Owen’s cell phone, an iPhone, and held Owen’s thumb to the touch button to unlock it. He snapped a few close up pictures of him gagged with a jockstrap, covered in spit, lying in a pile of dirty gear. “Just in case we need leverage to blackmail you. Don’t think of escaping or we spray social media and tell the whole school about your little underwear fetish.”

They decided they had to get back to wrestling practice before anyone asked questions. Johnny patted Lopez on his bubble butt, squeezed it, and bragged “I get to fuck him tonight!”

“Maybe I will too!” Lopez returned.

“Oh, you’re full of surprises,” Johnny laughed, gently squeezing at Lopez’s nuts, planting another kiss on him.

Owen couldn’t believe what he heard. As they left him alone in the equipment storage room, his mind filled with scary thoughts. While part of him was aroused, most of him was terrified. He was a virgin and now he was going to actually be raped tonight? It wasn’t a fantasy anymore, it was real. Or worse, they might be setting him up to be beaten to a bloody pulp. Regardless, he couldn’t forget they had those humiliating pictures of him. If he got out and ran, they might post the photos and out him in the most degrading way.

He tried to get loose, struggling at the leather belts and nylon jump rope that hogtied him. In part, because he was worried about reprisals if he escaped, he ultimately didn’t have a lot of fight in him to get free. The poor kid decided to accept his fate and remain bundled up inside the equipment room. He at least enjoyed the nasty jock strap gag underneath the heaps of adhesive bandage over his mouth and the smell of Bendishaw’s sweaty gym shirt.

Hours passed while Owen remained prisoner in that dark equipment room. Over that time, the sounds of energetic young athletes filing in and out of the hallway diminished until it was silent.

 

THAT EVENING…

When nightfall came, that area of campus – the athletic center – was dead quiet. This was an off night for sports. The wrestlers quietly entered the locker room through the backdoor thanks to the set of keys they took from Owen.

The jock boys returned to the storage closet, wheeled Owen out, and took him back to their locker room where they’ve locked the doors and chained them up.

They removed the nervous equipment manager. He’s untied and made to stand up, but still kept gagged. He trembled, his clothes all sweaty and his appearance disheveled. 

The hot, fresh faced macho wrestlers were in soft, cotton powder blue sweat pants and hoodies with the college wrestling logo in red decal. The gay jocks looked All-American.

They informed their “hostage” to not try and run or yell his head off, since no one would hear him and they chained the doors. He nodded.

Owen was stripped out of his damp clothes, including his boxer briefs and ankle socks, and made to stand butt naked in the middle of their locker room. The young geek may be skinny but he had an attractive, smooth boy body. Though he was nineteen years old, he looked even younger. His nice sized penis was slightly erect, nestled in a bush of dark blonde pubic hair.

Johnny and Lopez came close to him and they fondled his dick and played with his sagging nut sack. While they jerked Owen off, they unwrapped the adhesive bandage tape from his face and he spit out the saliva soaked jockstrap, landing on the concrete floor of the dressing room.

Not being total assholes, his captors handed him a bottle of water and a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. They told him to restore his energy because he’d need it. He started to eat and drink.

As Owen refueled, Johnny and Lopez stripped out of their sweats, also discarding their wrestling shoes and dirty socks. The hunky duo now proudly stood in their underwear: Johnny wore the same red Fruit of the Loom briefs Owen had previously stolen and Lopez had on black sheer designer briefs. Despite the fact they were technically smaller than Owen – the young men were shorter and probably even weighed less – they had perfect muscle toned bodies with broad shoulders and washboard abs that made them seem “bigger”. They were models of young masculinity. Best of all in Owen’s eyes, though, each of them displayed boners in their underwear. He no longer believed they were some straight older boys setting him up for a beating. He also thought their feeding and hydrating him meant they were going to be compassionate. He relaxed a little and smiled as he ate the sandwich.

The generosity, however, didn’t last long as they suddenly slapped the water bottle and remainder of the PB&J sandwich out of Owen’s hands. “Get that grin off your face! We’re still fucking you!”

Returning to their ruthless, domineering dispositions, they made him stand up tall again and told him to put his hands behind his head. He did so without hesitation, obeying orders, but worried about being fucked. The wrestlers started to inspect the thin teenage boy with their invasive fingers, brushing at his armpit hairs and lightly pulling at the tiny blonde bits of hair that surrounded Owen’s nipples on his otherwise hair free body. Their subtle incursions tickled and tormented him. He winched in discomfort but stayed still; keeping his arms back, elbows up, and hands folded behind his head.

“If you have to pee or take a shit, speak up boy. It’s gonna be a long night,” Johnny warned.

“Just pee,” Owen nodded.

He was escorted to the bathroom, as they grabbed his dick to lead the way. Before the row of urinals in the dingy, white tiled bathroom, they placed him at the middle one and flanked Owen. “Go ahead!”

Owen started to lower his arms to grab his dick but was quickly punished for doing so. They spanked him hard on his bare ass and told him to put his hands back behind his head. He had to wizz without touching himself.

He sat there for a few moments trying to urinate but couldn’t. He was pee shy. Johnny and Lopez didn’t’ care. They didn’t move from their close proximity. In fact, they taunted him by running their hands all over Owen’s slim body. They took turns breathing into his ears and lightly lapping their tongue across his earlobes. They explored the younger boy at their own whim.

“We making it harder or easier?” Lopez laughed.

After a few minutes, Owen was able to relieve himself and incredibly didn’t get any urine on the bathroom floor. Being hard as a rock helped with his aim!

“Good boy,” they mocked as Lopez brushed his fingers over the tip of Owen’s hard dick to remove the tiny residue of urine. He held up his hand to Owen’s mouth and ordered, “Lick it,” which the youth did.

Remaining in the grimy bathroom, they turned him around and began assaulting Owen’s body with their ever familiar curious hands. Their boners were now popping inside their underwear with pre-cum showing through the fabric. Johnny and Lopez engaged in a long kiss, exchanging tongues into each other’s mouths with their faces directly in front of Owen’s while they attacked him with their fingers.

Owen, caught up in the moment as he was pressed against two beautiful underwear clad dreamy jocks, leaned in with his lips and tried to join the kissing. He was immediately stopped by a painful slap in his balls by Johnny followed by Lopez grabbing his hair, pulling his head back along with his folded hands behind it. 

“Bad slave!” Johnny laughed as he spat in Owen’s face and twisted his nipples.

Lopez spat as well saying, “You only do what we tell you to do and when! Got it?”

“Yes, sorry, sorry,” Owen winched in pain and humiliation, allowing their thick warm mucous spit to slide down his face.

“Sorry WHAT?” Johnny asked.

“Sorry, SIR!” Owen correctly assumed in response.

“Good boy,” Johnny praised. Turning to Lopez he smiled, “You see? This puppy is trainable. He just needs discipline.”

“Yea, get on the floor and give us some pushups! As many as you can do!” Lopez added, grabbing Owen’s cock and pulling down, making him go towards the floor.

Skinny Owen, stark nude, dropped to the floor and assumed the pushup position. He started the exercise and began to count out loud. As his face hit the ground, he could smell the faint mix of cleaning chemicals and dirty feet burnished into the years old, dullen tiled bathroom floor. His erect dick was a problem though, hitting the ceramic ground and pressing awkwardly against it with each downward motion.

To make things more awkward, Johnny and Lopez knelt on either side of Owen’s ass and reached under his waist to grab his cock, stroking him as he did his pushups. They also slapped his tiny white ass hard with their hands.

Owen was at twenty-five pushup and starting to breath heavily. “Keep going!” they pushed, still stroking him. They started to kiss one another and licked each other’s sweaty armpits like pigs, leaning over Owen as they periodically slapped his butt or grabbed some more at his dick.

When Owen reach forty-six pushups he gave up and dropped to the cold restroom floor, lying flat on his stomach, his body beet red and flushed, starting to sweat all over.

“Look, the little bitch is exhausted and we haven’t even fucked him yet!” Johnny laughed poking his finger past Owen’s young butt cheeks, hitting the tip of his butthole.

“No, don’t!” Owen blurted out, a reflex from being near anally prodded.

“What’s this??” Johnny yelled. “You DO know we’re gonna fuck your little ass, whether you like it or not!”

“Oh man, I mean sir. Please! I don’t know, sir!” Owen wallowed on the ground.

“See, I told you he would fight us tonight!” Lopez smiled. “You know what that means?”

“WE TIE HIM UP AND RAPE HIM!” Johnny whooped, high fiving his boyfriend.

“It ain’t gonna be like our roleplay. It’s the real deal!” Lopez said back.

Owen, still exhausted, was lifted up by the two wrestlers and dragged back into the locker room. They dropped his naked body on the ground and debated how and where to tie him down.

They looked for ways to tie him up so they could freely fuck him. They discussed how and where as a nervous Owen listened on the ground. He tried to get up and run away, mumbling “I’m afraid it will hurt, please!” but they easily subdued him and brought Owen to the ground. They tied his hands behind his back with one of their leather belts.

Owen continued to ramble varying versions of “Please, don’t!” so Johnny grabbed his pair of worn tube socks from the floor that he had on coming in, and tied them into a knot at the dirty toe ends. He cleave gagged Owen with them as the knotted toe portion sank between his teeth and Johnny tied off the gag behind his head. They were pretty tasty too, reeking from  a whole week’s worth of wear on his sweaty feet.

Bound and gagged on the floor of the locker room, Owen was forced to helplessly listen to the wrestlers figure out the plan on raping him. Finally, Lopez had an idea.

“I’ve got it! We’ll need to go to ‘the cage” and we need a lot of restraints!” Lopez lit up.

Owen knew what “the cage” was but didn’t know what was in store there. Whatever it was, though, he had no choice in the matter.

LESS THAN THIRTY MINUTES LATER…

They’re inside another sacred, private area belonging to the wrestling team, their weight room. It was a narrow cavern filled with old, rusty exercise equipment and iron weights. This was “The Cage” because it was merely a space partitioned off from the adjoining practice room by a long mesh metal cage. Because it was effectively part of the gym chamber, any sounds were slightly echoed.

“Stroke of genius!” Johnny praised his boyfriend as he and Lopez looked down on their helpless captive.

It was a glorious looking sight to behold.

Owen’s stark naked boy was tied down with a variety of jump ropes to something known as a hyperextension bench. It was a heavy metal framed piece of equipment covered with vinyl padding. He was secured in a precarious, very feeble position that couldn’t have been more humiliating or compromising. 

His chest was strapped facing down over the bench with his body pointing downwards at a 45 degree angle. His exposed ass was high up and sticking out conspicuously from the equipment with his legs adequately spread apart and his ankles tied down below. His feet bowed out with their bare soles on display. His dick and balls were freely on exhibition in midair below because his hips rested on a pair of vinyl pads with a sizeable space between them. As his body dipped downwards towards his front, his wrists were tied to a short steel beam that connected to a heavily padded support where his head rested, right above his bound hands. Though his face was much lower than his ass, it was still just high enough to be easily accessed for Johnny and Lopez’s pleasure, just like his butt.

This DIY BDSM converted contraption was the perfect fucking machine. Their helpless slave could be easily fucked, milked, and made to suck their dicks all at the same time while he was completely immobilized by the solid piece of steel supported gym equipment.  

Poor Owen, the nervous virgin equipment manager, whimpered in to the tied socks around his mouth, sweating bullets, looking back at the two dominating wrestlers ready to play.

Johnny and Lopez were butt naked, their underwear on the dense rubber matted floor of the exercise room. Their hard dicks were sticking out like steel rods, ready for action.

Lopez went to Owen’s front side, got on his knees, and pressed his crotch in to Owen’s face. He put his sweaty balls against his nose and cockily said, “Sniff boy!”

As Owen inhaled a whiff of Lopez’s smelly scrotum, Johnny placed himself behind Owen’s propped up ass and further spread the helpless boy’s butt cheeks to inspect his hole.  The younger boy had a delicate trail of light blonde hair along his beautiful, virgin ass crack. Johnny blew air on his butthole which tickled him. He started to wiggle one of his fingers around the anal opening surrounded by pink flesh.

Johnny squeezed some KY jelly lubricant on to his fingers. He slowly inserted a finger into Owen’s ass, who started to moan in discomfort but Johnny continued. After a while, he was gliding his finger, then two, in and out of Owen’s ass as Owen bit down on his gag, making more moans of pain.

Johnny put on a condom and coated his dick with more lube. He slowly started to insert his cock into Owen’s hole.

“Dude, he’s tight!” Johnny smiled as he fucked Owen, looking down at Lopez, who was getting his crotch sniffed by Owen.

Owen moaned loudly as he was being penetrated for the first time in his life. Johnny tried to go deeper into Owen’s anus but it was slow going for the time being.

“Shut the fuck up with that sock in your mouth!” Johnny mocked.

Lopez pulled down the sock cleave gag from Owen’s mouth and said, “Shhh! Maybe my dick will keep you quieter!” as he shoved his cock right into his mouth.

Owen gagged on Lopez’s dick and made muted, but funny gurgling sounds that caused the two young wrestlers to chuckle loudly, their laughter echoing inside the gym room chamber adjoined beyond the wire caged partition.

Their boy dutifully sucked on Lopez’s big dick, continuously making the humorous gargling sound, while he endured the pain of Johnny’s cock pounding his tight ass. Owen twisted in his ropes binding him propped up and spread eagle to the gym equipment, unable to escape their assaults.

“Yea! This is what you get for being a locker room thief! Sniffing our gear and trying to steal our shit!” Johnny sniped.

The blonde All American rugged stud kept pounding the bitch boy, his dick going balls deep into Owen’s ass.

Lopez pulled out his dick, slapped it against Owen’s face and said, “Suck on my nuts! Get ‘em clean!”

Owen surrounded his lips around Lopez’s large, flappy testicles and took both balls into his mouth, slurping away. As he did, enjoying the salty, musty taste of Lopez’s sack, we was slowly starting to enjoy the overall sexual experience. His ass opened up more as Johnny kept fucking him, reaching a turning point. The “punishment” the jocks were giving him was becoming pleasurable.

Lopez was maserbating his stiff penis while Owen finished sucking his sweaty nuts and moved on to licking the areas between his balls and thighs, delighting in the newly discovered sticky film of crotch sweat that coated his tongue.

“Thank you, sirs!” he started to say between laps around Lopez’s scrotum as his ass was pounded by Johnny.

Owen was now loving being fucked and able to enjoy the funky taste of crotch sweat. He was all in at this point.

“Shut your bitch ass up!” Lopez yelled replacing the dirty sock gag between Owen’s lips. “Papi, I want my turn!” he complained looking to Johnny.

Lopez went around to the backside, embraced Johnny in a heated kiss while Johnny continued to penetrate the younger boy, then ultimately pulled out saying, “Ok, you’re up!”

The studly white boy Johnny pulled out and moved away from Owen. Lopez put on a condom and quickly began to insert his beautiful Latino cock into the young sub next. At this point, being loosened up, Owen let out another moan but one of pleasure as he felt the second master’s dick pumping into his ass. Lopez fucked like a champion too, hard and good. It felt wonderful to Owen.

Johnny peeled off his condom, friskily jumped to Owen’s frontside where his head bowed down towards the weight room’s floor. Johnny got down on knees to bring his midsection in close proximity to the bound boy. He slapped his hard dick over his face a few times, spat down on him, and verbally teased him for a while.

“You want my dick, don’t you, little pervy thief?” Johnny asked as he pulled down Owen’s gag.

“Yes, sir! Yes, sir! Please Give me your dick!” Owen begged, now enveloped in an erotic trance of joy.

“If you really want it, lick my ass first. Do a good job and I’ll give it to you!” Johnny said as he turned around, shoving his big, beautiful white butt into Owen’s face.

Owen lunged his head forward and piled his nose and mouth in-between Johnny’s butt cheeks. He stuck out his tongue and started to lick his sweet, smelly ass. It tasted so good to him. He rimmed his butthole; licking sucking, and lapping away. Johnny moaned with approval as he jacked himself off.

Lopez, the Latin mixed wrestling stud, continued to violate the nineteen year old’s virgin, teenage ass with no mercy as his blonde, cornfed hot boyfriend got his ass eaten out by the teen.

Johnny turned around, praising their boy, Owen, for doing a fine job on his ass and gave him his large dick, shoving it into his mouth and telling him to suck it good. Owen obliged, surrounding his lips around it and taking it in all the way through the back of his throat.

After a few more minutes, Lopez said, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” “Can you blow your load too?” he moaned, looking at Johnny.

“Fuck yea!” Johnny shouted as he pulled out his dick, returned Owen’s gag, and started to jerk him off.

Lopez pulled out and the two were in full masturbation mode.

Owen, without being told, went right for Johnny’s sweaty nuts, digging in his nose and licking the fleshy scrotum, tasting the jock’s salty, sticky film of nut sweat. He was tickled by the older boy’s wiry puff of blonde pubes.

“Oh man! Ohhhh!” Lopez moaned louder and louder, getting closer to climax.

“Fuck!” Johnny howled back, about to climax too.

Owen, though his dick remained untouched, was rock hard down there, enjoying being in the middle of their jerk off.

The two studs reached orgasm and shot their loads high up in the air. Lopez’s hot semen landed perfectly on Owen’s sweaty back. Johnny’s nut juice fell partially in to Owen’s thick blonde hair and around the rubber mat below his head.

Owen stopped sucking at Johnny’s nuts and looked up at his two “masters” with a big smile on his face, and a raging dick below, ready to be next.

Johnny returned to Lopez behind Owen and the two jocks embraced, their hands over each other’s heads, exchanging mad, sloppy kisses. They looked down at their ridiculous bound boy, Owen, and laughed. They whispered into each other’s ears, brought wide grins on their faces, and took towards Owen to finish him.

Lopez knelt down below Owen, grabbed his hard dick and started to stroke him with both hands. Johnny, bent down, adding an extra sweetener to Owen’s pleasure by burying his face into Owen’s ass and starting to rim him with his tongue.

Owen immediately moaned uncontrollably through his gag with pleasure and his whole body shuttered in his restraints.

Lopez milked the boy’s cock more and more. Johnny stuck his hard tongue into the boy’s pink hole deeper and deeper.

Owen moaned louder and louder, exclaiming into his gag a jumbled “I’m gonna cum!”

His masters continued stimulating him until they heard him getting on the verge of releasing. Then they pulled away!

Lopez stopped stroking and Johnny ceased rimming him.

As he was denied relief, Owen whimpered loudly. The older boys spanked his butt a few times and laughed at his frustrated situation.

Johnny and Lopez waited a few more moments then continued to edge him and play with his ass again. Once more, they denied him the opportunity to cum by pulling away at the right time.

On the fifth edging, when Owen moaned the loudest, Lopez cruelly let go of his dick and slapped his hand on Owen’s nuts. Johnny spanked his ass even harder.

“Nope! You don’t get to cum tonight!” they said.

The college wrestlers stood up and kissed each other, leaving poor Owen to buckle and squirm with dissatisfaction beneath them on the gym equipment.

“You look like you fuck pretty good for a bottom,” Johnny joked with his boyfriend.

“Stop pretending you’re a total top and I’ll show you. And by the way, your breath smells like boy butt,” Lopez playfully ribbed back.

Eventually, they untied Owen from the hyperextension bench, stood him on his feet, then retied his hands in front of him, making him place his bound hands behind his neck. His dick was releasing pre-cum but now only semi hard.

They pulled down his gag and kissed him, telling him to deal with the punishment like a good slave. They made him clean up Johnny’s cum from the gym room floor, putting him on his knees, bowing his head down as they held his hair. He obediently lapped up the nut butter in his mouth.

Afterwards, Johnny and Lopez collected the mess of ropes, shut down the lights to the exercise room, marched Owen thru the gym, and returned to the locker room. They went into the showers, with Owen held between them.

As the three young men washed up together in the showers, Johnny and Lopez took turns soaping and cleaning Owen since his hands were still bound behind his head. They congratulated their boy for getting his cherry popped and complimented him taking his edging like a good sport. They assured him his obedience would pay dividends.

After the shower, they escorted Owen to their lockers and shuffled through Johnny’s bag. They produced an oddly shaped, clear plastic object. It was affixed to Owen’s dick and snapped shut with a tiny metal lock. It was a chastity device that would prevent him from getting too hard or being able to jerk off.

“Lopez wore it. Now you do. It means you belong to us,” Johnny smiled placing a kiss on Owen’s lips.

“Yea, bro. You’ll get used to it, trust me,” Lopez equally beamed as he joined Johnny in kissing Owen.

“Yes, sir, Master Johnny and Master Lopez! I’m your boy!” Owen smiled.

THE END

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It was between my junior and senior year of high school when it all started.

I had been jogging in the park just before dark when I stopped at one of the restroom along the jogging trail.  I stopped and went in and in the dim light I could see two guys in their mid to late twenties, shirtless and kissing while a third guy in his thirties on his knees sucking one then the other.  

I stood, motionless, when the two younger guys said, “Either come in and shut the fucking door or get out and leave us alone.”

I stepped in and closed the door and from the light of the single bulb hanging from the ceiling, I walked over and took a piss, all the while watching the action.  I knew things like that went on but had never actually seen it going on.

The younger guys paused and watched me piss when one of them said, “Nice cock you got.  Come on over and join in. One of us will suck it for you.”

Nervous as hell, I managed to say, “Maybe another day.  Don’t have time today.” 

Then as I put my half hard cock away, and headed for the door I heard someone say, “Someone is here most days about this time so stop by when you have time.”

I left the restroom and continued my jog, the picture of what I had seen still in my head.

At time passed, the picture remained very vivid and I began to wonder what it would be like to have my cock sucked by a guy.  A couple of the girls I had dated had tried but only lasted a minute or so before deciding it was ‘gross’.

It was just my dad and I at home since my mom had walked out when I was twelve.  Until he  thought I was old enough to stay by myself at night, he had worked days as a county deputy sheriff, while I was in school. Once I could stay by myself at night, he switched to the night shift  and a larger pay check.

I would see him for a while once I got home from school and before I went running, preparing for the cross country run at school.  One afternoon, after telling him goodbye, I headed out on my jog and decided to stop and see if anyone was really there at the restroom.

I stopped and entered and there were the same two younger men, again shirtless, but this time their shorts were piled up on the sink.  They both were sucking older men while a third older man was fucking one then the other in their ass.

I watched and casually stroked my hard cock and soon all three men climaxed and soon left. The younger guys looked over and asked, “You want to get that thing off?”

“Uh, yea, I guess,” I replied.

They walked over and as one dropped to his knees and started sucking me the other looked at me and smiled then said, “This is your first time getting sucked, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” I replied.

“Just relax and go with the flow and enjoy it.  Here, play with my cock while my buddy works on you,” and with that, he placed my hand on his cock.  It felt strange, yet exciting, to have another guys cock in my hand, and even more exciting to have someone sucking me that knew what he was doing.  

After a few moments, I said to the guy sucking me that he better stop, because I was close to shooting.  The other guy whose cock was still in my hand, said, “No he shouldn’t stop.  That’s the reason for sucking.  When you suck a cock you go to completion and let the guy blow his load in your mouth for you to eat.”

“You eat that?” I asked.

“Always. It is a great source of pure protein.  You should try it next time you jerk off.’

After the one on his knees had drained me they asked how it was.  I was honest and said it was as good if not better than any cunt I had fucked and was definitely better than jerking off.

They looked at each other then one said, “You know that little blue house just outside the park entrance?”

I said I did and he continued by saying, “That’s where we live. Feel free to stop by anytime.  I’m Troy and he’s Clay.”  I told them my name was Mark and that I would consider visiting them.

I left as they began dressing, not believing what had just happened. I never dreamed io would ever let another guy touch my cock much less suck it, but I had and I had totally enjoyed it. I knew, deep down inside, that I would let it happen again.

I passed the house several times over the next few days going to the park, but knowing what time it was I figured that they would be in the park.

Then, one Saturday I went for a mid morning run and decided to stop by their house.  I was horny as hell and needed some relief.  I knocked and Troy came to the door wearing the same jogging shorts I had seen him in at the park.

Upon seeing me he said, “Well, hello, there.  Come on in.”  Stepping aside to let me in, he turned and called out, “Hey, Clay, Mark’s here.”

Troy shut the door and immediately removed his shorts, just as Clay immerged from  down the hall, totally nude. Smiling, Clay said, “It’s nice to see you again,” then noticing me looking at their nude bodies, he added, “We live nude whenever we are home, and any where else we can do it.  Feel free to join us if you want to.”

I knew inside that I had stopped by to get my cock sucked and they couldn’t do it if I had clothes on, so I immediately began to strip as they watched.

“Mark,” Troy began, “are you here to just visit or are you wanting more?”

“I’d like more,” I said as I removed my shorts and Jock.

“We were hoping that if and when you did stop by, you would want some relief.  Who you want to do it?”

I looked them over and they were both muscular and good looking.  Troy was almost totally smooth, while clay had a nice even coating of brown hair on his chest and stomach, and a short, neatly trimmed beard. 

Finally, I spoke up and said, “Why don’t you both take turns?”

They quickly agreed and directed me to the sofa where I sat down with them on the floor, one on each side of my legs.  They leaned toward each other and kissed then both began licking my cock and balls.  Moments later, Troy swallowed my cock and began sucking me as Clay continued licking my balls.  

After a few minutes, they swapped out and traded places, with Clay sucking me and Troy caressing my balls with his tongue. After a couple of more switching, I informed them that I was close.

They then both began quickly taking turns on my cock, with one quickly taking my cock in his mouth then removing it and the other doing the same.  I quickly reached my climax and told them it was time and they both had their mouths on my cock, each sucking up cum as it shot from my cock.

They both took turns swallowing my cock and draining it as I moaned in pleasure.  Then as they pulled off, Troy spoke up and asked, “Was that satisfactory?”

“Oh, man, was it ever,” I replied.

“Mark, we’ll be glad to service you any time you want us to,” Troy said, then Clay added, “All you have to do is ask.”

Then, I asked, “If I decide to see what it is like, can I fuck one of you?”

“Most definitely,” Clay replied.  “Either or both.”

“What about later this afternoon?” I asked.

“You name a time and we will be here,” Troy answered.

“Four o’clock?” I asked.

“Four o’clock it is.  We’ll be waiting.”

I finished dressing and left, looking forward to see what it was like to fuck a guy in his ass.  I went on to the park and did my jogging and before leaving I decided to stop by the infamous restroom.

I went in and to my shocked surprise found one of my friends on his knees sucking an older gentleman’s cock.  When I walked in and the man saw me he quickly pulled back and put his hard cock back in his pants and left, not bothering to zip his pants.

I looked into Steve’s face and he had a totally defeated look on his face. He was on the football team and was scheduled to be one of our top starters in the upcoming season, and was hoping for a scholarship to the state university.

Looking at me, he said, “Well, I guess I can forget about football this year and a scholarship.”  Tears began forming in his eyes.

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

“When classes start, if anyone finds out I’m gay my future is ruined.”

I stepped up to him and said, “Steve, relax.  No one is going to find out anything unless you, yourself, tell them.  I’m certainly not.”

“You’re not going to out me?” he asked.

“Why should I? Not long ago I got my first blow job from a guy and loved it.  If I out you, people will wonder why I was here.”

What he did then totally caught me off guard.

In a flash, he was up against me with his hands on my cheeks, his lips pressed to mine and his tongue trying to make entrance.  For some unknown reason I parted my lips and accepted his tongue then offered mine.  I had kissed many girls, but this was the most passionate and loving kiss I had ever experienced.

Realizing what was happening, I pulled back and said “Whoa, buddy, let’s not get carried away.  This is all new to me.”

“I’m sorry, Mark, I just got carried away, knowing you will keep my secret.  I’ll do anything you want in exchange for your silence.”

“Well, I do have some questions that I would like some answers to.  My dad has to work a second job tonight so would you like to come over and talk?” 

“Sure, what time?” he asked.

“How about around seven?” I asked.

“Perfect,” he replied.

I stopped by and let Troy and Clay know that something had come up and that couldn’t stay.  I returned home and saw dad off to his second job then showered and put on only a pair of shorts that I could remove easily and quickly, if things went that far.

Anxiously, I waited for Steve to arrive.  If I was going to do anything other than get sucked I was going to do it with someone I knew and trusted.  Finally, there was a knock on the door and I hurried to let Steve in.  

I had made sure all the blinds were closed and the curtains drawn and when Steve stepped in, I quickly closed the door.  

I greeted him and I could tell that he was almost as nervous as I was. We talked for a few minutes about school and the upcoming football season, both of us trying to relax and calm our nerves.

Finally, looking at him I said, “Steve, I have only been sucked a few times, but I am curious to try more.  Will you help me discover if this is for me or not?”

“Mark, for you, I’ll do anything,” he replied.

I led him to my bedroom and nervously undressed him before removing my own shorts that were tented out from my hard cock. Then slowly I looked into his eyes and moved closer and in one steady move I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, immediately offering my tongue.

Instantly, he wrapped his arms around me and returned the kiss.  After several moments we lay on my bed and returned to kissing.  After a few moments he pulled back and started kissing his way to my nipples and as he gently sucked on one then the other, I gasped in excitement.  

I stopped him and stated doing the same thing to him and he to gasped in excitement.  I began working my way lower, working up my nerve to suck his cock.  I reached his navel and ran my tongue into it as he gasped again. 

　

As my head lay on his belly, I looked lower and saw that the head of his hard throbbing cock was just an inch or so from my mouth.  Suddenly, my mouth began to fill with saliva, and as it id, I took a deep breath, lifting his cock and swallowing as much as I could.

As I did, he moaned softly in what I assumed was pleasure, and my own excitement began to show as my heart raced and I began to enjoy having his hard cock in my mouth. 

I began to work my mouth back and forth on his hard throbbing cock and as I did, my own cock became even harder and was leaking copious amounts of clear precum.

The idea of having another males cock in my mouth was turning me on and I wanted desperately to see what his cum taste like.  Hungrily, I continued sucking his hard cock and after several moments his breathing became heavier and faster as he said, “Mark, I’m about to shoot.”

My own heart raced in anticipation of eating my first load of cum from another male.  Then all hell broke loose as his cock exploded, firing huge volleys of thick creamy, sweet, yet tangy, cum into my mouth, one after the other.

I collected it all and once the eruption ended, I slowly pulled off and looked into Steve’s eyes as I smiled and swallowed.

Looking at me, he smiled slightly and said, “Fuck, Mark, you are a natural at sucking cock, and it’s hard to believe that was your first time.  Man, you are awesome.”

I thanked him for his compliment and after I did, he looked at me and asked, “Well, you are damn good at cock sucking, but how did you like it?” 

“Steve, I have to be honest.  At first, I wasn’t sure, but as the precum began to flow, I found I liked the taste and when you busted your nuts and shot your load, it was the hottest moment I have ever had sexually.  I totally was into it, and think I would like to do it again.”

With that, I leaned to him and kissed him hungrily, eagerly offering my tongue and accepting his.  We kissed passionately for a few moments and after parting, Steve laughed and said, “I wonder what coach would think if he could see his two best players laying here in bed, both naked  and kissing and sucking each others cocks?”

“Who knows,” I said, then added, “The way he hangs around the showers after practice, maybe he would want to join in.”

“You know,” Steve began, “I never thought about it but you just might be right.  He does seem to watch us a lot when we shower.”

We lay together, each with an arm around the other and I asked Steve how he got started. He confessed that he started about a year earlier, with his brother who was a couple of years older.  He said he and his brother used to jerk off together when one day while they were jerking his brother sucked him off and ate his load and confessed that he sucked other guys.  Steve said he was curious and sucked his brother off and liked it and they sucked and eventually fucked each other almost daily until his brother joined the Marines. 

After a while, Steve suddenly flipped around and said, “Let’s have our first sixty-nine.  Within moments we were sucking each others rapidly stiffening cocks, both moaning in pleasure.  It wasn’t long before we both climaxed and ate each others thick, creamy loads.

After another hot, passionate kiss, I looked at Steve and said, “I hope this can become a regular thing.”

“Anytime you want it,” he replied.  “But I’d love to go to the park with you and suck other guys together, maybe either share a cock or each suck a couple of guys at the same time.”

“Man, that would be fucking hot,” I replied, knowing inside that I enjoyed sucking cock and eating the reward and planned to continue.

Then later, I fucked Steve and let him take my cherry and fuck me.  It hurt like hell at first, but he went slow and by the time he climaxed deep in my hole, I was enjoying it.”

He soon left and I went to bed totally sexually satisfied.  I knew it was the start of a new life for me.

The next Saturday, I went for my jog earlier than normal and arrived at the restroom to find it empty.  I waited and after several minutes, a man who appeared to be in his late twenties, came in and immediately whipped out his cock at the urinal and began slowly stroking it.  It quickly stiffened as did mine and seeing my boner he smiled and waved his hard cock in my direction.

Immediately, I dropped to my knees and as I did he quickly stepped up and offered his hard cock.  As I took it in my mouth, I noticed a bright shiny gold band on his left hand, telling me that he was married.  I eagerly and hungrily sucked my first strange cock and soon reaped the rewards of my work, eating his huge thick load.  With a smile as he put his cock away he said, “Thanks, I needed that and your damn good at it.  I hope I see you again.”  Then, with that, he vanished out the door.

I waited and after several minutes, Troy and Clay arrived.  Immediately, they both removed the shorts that they were wearing and were totally naked.  I stepped up to them grasping a cock with each hand and after a three way kiss I dropped and started sucking them off.

Shocked at my actions, they froze and watched, and after a moment, asked, “When did this start?”

Pausing, I looked up and said, “Saturday,’ then resumed sucking them, alternating between their cocks.  Before long, I devoured both their loads and let them share mine.

On the following Monday, I was late leaving school and had promised to have dinner with dad before he went to work.  As I sped home, I suddenly saw flashing red and blue lights behind me and realized that I was speeding.  I knew from the markings, that it was a county vehicle and hoped that when he saw my name he would realize who my dad was and let me off without a ticket.

The man stepped up to my window and said, “License, insurance, and registration, please.”

Without looking up, I reached for my wallet and gave him what he had requested. Then, as I handed him the papers, I looked up into his face.  It was the man I had sucked off in the park early on  Saturday morning. I then realized I had sucked off a county deputy sheriff. 

He then looked into my face and smiled, and said, “Well, hello again,” then looked at my license. Looking at it he said, “Mark Rivers.  You wouldn’t happen to be related to Captain John Rivers would you?”

“Yes, officer, I am.  He is my father,” I replied, noticing his name  was ‘Cpl. Dave Thomas.’

Wondering if he recognized me, I tried to remain calm, when he suddenly said, “Does he know what you do in the park?”

Knowing that he did recognize me, I said, “No, sir, he doesn’t.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what.  I’m not going to write you a ticket, but why were you driving so fast?”

“I had promised to have dinner with him before he left for work,” I replied.

“Well, just slow down and watch your speed,” he said, then added, “I’m not going to say anything either.  If I tell on you, I’m telling g on myself.

I noticed that he had been writing in a pad as we talked but had no idea what he was writing down.  

As he handed me back the papers, he smiled and said, “I’ll probably see your dad at shift change, but I won’t tell him I stopped you are anything else.  Just slow down.”

I promised I would and put things away and headed home.  Dad and I had dinner and I told him I would clean up after he left.   He left for work and I cleaned up the kitchen, then stripped off my clothes and settled in to watch some television.  About thirty minutes or so later there was a knock on the door.

Grabbing my shorts, I put them on and went to the door.  I was totally stunned to see Officer Thomas standing there.

As I stood there, he smiled and said, “May I come in?”

“Sure,” I replied, stepping aside.

He stepped in and as I closed the door, he said, “Saw your dad at shift change, and wondered what he would think if he knew what you did in the park.”

“I don’t want to find out,” I replied, sternly.

Stepping up to me he said, “Hey, Mark, relax.”  Then, unexpectedly, he reached over and rubbed my crotch and said,  “I enjoy the same thing you do.”

“What about your wife?” I asked.

“We’ve been divorced for almost three years,” he replied.

“Then why the ring?” I asked.

“I wear it while working.  It keeps most of the females from trying to get too friendly to avoid a ticket.  If they see the ring, they don’t try to put the make on me.”

All while talking, he was rubbing my crotch and I was now rock hard.  He paused and slipped his hand into my waist band and said, “Ah, commando.  I like that.”

Taking both hands, he pulled my shorts down, releasing my hard cock.  Looking at he, he smiled and said, “Fucking beautiful.”

Dropping to his knees, and still in full uniform, he swallowed my cock and began deep throating it, moaning softly as he did.

After a few moments, he said, “Why don’t we get comfortable.”

I smiled and said, “Follow me.”

We went to my room and he quickly stripped as I kicked off my shorts and lay on the bed.  As soon as he was nude, he lay beside me and we began kissing and making out. We soon were in a hot sixty-nine, devouring each others cock before devouring each others cum load.

Then, before he left he insisted that I fuck him hard and deep.  He didn’t want any lube and said to be rough with him.

I did as he wished and fucked him dry, hard, and deep and he seemed to love it.  Having fed him one load which he hungrily ate, I soon deposited a second deep in his hole and he said how awesome it was.

We kissed some then as he dressed I said, “Is this a one time thing or are you wanting it again?”

“How about twice a week?” he said.

“That’s fine with me,” I replied, then added, “Next time I want you to stay in uniform.”

“You got a fucking deal,” he replied, “and when we are alone, call me Dave.”

As he finished dressing, I asked, “May I ask a question?”

“Sure,” he replied.

“Have you ever stopped a guy and instead of giving him a ticket, had sex with him right then?”

“When I worked the night shift, I did, especially truckers passing through town.  If they have too many tickets, they can loose their commercial license, so to avoid a ticket they will usually agree to anything.  You would be amazed at the number that not only agreed to receive a blow job but offered one in return or offered their ass.”

We agreed to meet on Tuesday and Thursday nights after dad left for work, and we had awesome sex.  I loved him fucking my mouth or my ass while he was still in uniform. And from time to time I would meet him in a back alley while he was on duty, and we would suck each other in his patrol car.

Half way through my senior year of high school, I knew that I was totally gay.  I loved nothing more that crawling into bed, naked of course, with a hot and horny male, kissing him, gently sucking each others nipples then sucking his hard cock to completion before savoring the flavor, then swallowing his entire load.

The more I sucked and cock and ate the rewards, the more I wanted.  I began cruising a few of the restrooms on the college campus and found a couple of them had awesome glory holes.  It was there that I met Jeff, a twenty year old physics major that lived with his dad and grandfather.

I was totally shocked when he invited me to is home one Saturday to have sex with he, his dad and his grandfather. He said that his grandfather was his dad’s father who was introduced to male sex at an early age. Then, together they had introduced Jeff  to the pleasures of male sex. He assured me that I would totally enjoy the experience.

I agreed and when I arrived at his house, he invited me in as he stood behind the door. As he closed the door, I noticed that he was totally nude and as we entered the den for him  to introduce me to his dad and grandfather, they were completely nude also, and immediately invited me to ‘get more comfortable’ also.

Jeff had told me that his dad had recently turned forty-two and his grandfather was sixty-six.  Never had I ever reamed that I would have sex with a man of that age.  However, Dan , as he insisted I call him, was in great physical shape and worked out regularly.  He looked more like he should be Jeff’s dad  and Ray, Jeff’s father, looked more like he should be Jeff’s older brother.  He main thing that caught my attention was their long slender cocks. As I checked them out, my mouth began to water.

After the introductions, Dan smiled and said, “Jeff has told us a lot about you and I can’t wait to see if you taste as good as he says.”

With that, he leaned toward me and began tongue kissing me and that got things started.  Dad dropped to his knees and began lovingly sucking my rapidly rising cock, ad Ray first kissed me then got behind me on his knees and began eating and tongue fucking my ass.  Jeff stepped up and whispered into my ear, “They have been waiting for today to get here.”

After a while, Dan and Ray traded places as I sucked on Jeff’s cock.  As Dan and Ray paused in what they were doing, Jeff directed me to Dan’s hard beautiful cock.  I hungrily took the rock hard tool in my mouth and as I did, I heard Dan moan softly.  Never had I ever dreamed of sucking a sixty-six year old cock, but I was doing it and loved it. I made up my mind to get and swallow his load then do the same to Ray, then Jeff.

Forty-five minutes later I swallowed Jeff’s load of delicious cum, adding it to Ray’s and Dan’s loads already in my belly.  I was amazed at the size and thick creamy texture of Dan’s cum load for a man his age.

By the time I had left  all three had sucked my cock and fucked my ass and I had fucked all three of them.  I was invited back at any time.  As I left, I knew I would not turn away a cock just because of his age.

My high school graduation arrived, and I was scheduled to go ‘camping’ with Jeff and a three other hot male students that were secretly gay also.

We headed out to one of the guys parents weekend camp, when he got a call that there was a family emergency mand we had to turn around and cancel the trip.

When we arrived home, I got in my car and headed out to the park,  it was almost dark when I entered the restroom to find two older men there at the urinal.  I stepped up between them and whipped out my cock and began casually fondling it as I checked out their semi hard cocks.

I soon noticed them checking out mine and both were rock hard. Seeing my cock stiffening, the man on my right reached for it, as the other reach over and began fondling my balls.  Immediately, I reached for their cocks, one in each hand.

Moments later, I was on my knees sucking them both to a climax and devouring their warm cum loads.  After leaving them, I headed home and upon my arrival, I noticed Dave’s car in the drive next to my dads.

I noticed that there seemed to be only one small lamp on in the living room.  That was not normal and when I eased up to the window to check it out, I found the front room totally empty,.  However, I could see part of the hallway and that a brighter light was on in the back of the house.

I’m not sure if you would call me curious or nosey, but I eased around the house to see what was going on.  I knew Dave was into cock but not my dad, and with that being the case, why were they in the back of the house.

Easing into the back yard and up to dad’s bedroom window, I found out why.  There on dad’s bed was dad, Dave, and another man that I didn’t know.  Dad was on his hands and knees with the strange man fucking my dad’s ass while dad sucked Dave’s hard cock, as Dave and the strange man kissed.

I watched and after a few minutes they traded places and the man began sucking my dad’s cock as dad began eating Dave’s ass.

I had never suspected that my dad was into other males in any form but here I was watching him in action, and I wanted some of it.  Since finding myself, I had desperately wanted my dad’s cock, both in my mouth and up my ass. I made a decision.

Easing back to the front, I slipped into the living room and silently eased down the hall to my room.  Without turning on any lights, I stripped totally nude, and with my own hard cock pointing the way, I eased to the door of dad’s bedroom.

Dad was on his back with his legs off the bed, and Dave and the other guy on each side of his face, as he alternated sucking their cocks.  As he sucked, they kissed passionately and I could see that their eyes were closed.

With the speed of a bullet, and as quiet as a mouse, I rushed to the bed getting between dads spread legs.  In one swift move, I lifted his cock and swallowed it balls deep.

He instantly shoved Dave and the other man aside as he looked down to see who was devouring his cock.  It was then that Dave and the other man saw what was going on.  As I sucked my dad’s awesome, and delicious, hard cock, I looked up and into his shocked face.

Struggling to get up, he looked at me and exclaimed, “What the fuck are you doing?”

Dave smiled and said, “Well, John, it looks to me like he is sucking your cock.”

“Guys, would you go to the den while Mark and I have a talk,” Dad said.

Dave and the other man left the room as dad sat up and I sat next to him.  Turning to me, he said, “How long have you been  having sex with men?’

I was honest and told him when and how I got my first blow job from another male, and how and when I started sucking and getting fucked.

Then I said, “Dad, ever since I realized I preferred sex with other males, I have dreamed of sucking you dry and having you fuck me.  Please don’t disappoint me.”

“We’ll see,” he replied, after which I asked when he started with males.

He said that it started with his roommate his freshman year of college.  He said he was mainly bisexual and loved sex with both males and females.  He said that when he married my mom, he stopped having sex with other males, but when he started at the police academy, another recruit hit on him and his urges returned.  

“I would have sex during the day with men, then at night I would have sex with your mother. Then, after she walked out, I went strictly with men, and the last thing I ever wanted was for you to find out I was gay.”

“Dad, lets face it, we’re both gay, and I have been having sex with Dave fairly regularly but had no idea that you were doing it also.  Shall we invite them back in?  I think it would be hot to have an audience while we have our first sex with each other.”

Smiling, he said, “It looks like you like to get kinky and have an audience.  I like that.”

He called Dave and the other man back into the room and as they entered, he said, “Dave, I understand that you already know my son and have been active with him, and I am so fucking jealous. I’ll get even with you somehow.”

Then looking at the other man, he said, Mark, I’d like you to meet Luke, a close friend of mine.”

We acknowledged each other then I turned to dad and asked, “He wouldn’t be the Luke Davis that is a state trooper would he?”

“One in the same,” Luke replied.

“This is fucking awesome.  Here I am, totally naked and about to have sex with three hot naked cops.  What more could I ask for?”

With that, dad spoke up saying, “Guys, you’re going to have to wait and watch, while I have my first sixty-nine with my son.”

With that, dad turned to me and as we kissed passionately, we got back up on the bed, fondling each others stiffening cock.  Once we were both hard, dad flipped around and we began our first sexual encounter.

It wasn’t long before we fed each other just moments apart, with each of us devouring the huge load being fed to each other.  Afterward, I looked at Luke and said, “Your next.”

With that I got between his legs and as my dad watched, I sucked him dry and ate his huge thick load.  After draining Luke, I then did the same to Dave, and as I worked on Dave, I heard Luke say, “Damn, John, you’re the luckiest bastard I know, having a hot young cock to suck when ever you want.”

After draining Dave, I looked up at Luke and Dave said, “Both of you are welcome to stop by anytime. I can handle all three of you.”

“I just bet you can,” Luke replied, then looked at dad.

“Don’t look at me.  He’s the one extending the invitation,” Dad replied, then added, “But remember, I’m the one he will be sleeping with and enjoying every night.”

Moments later we were all kissing and fondling each other and once my dad was again hard as stone, I told him I wanted him to fuck me. I wanted his hot almost eight inch cock up my ass.

Moments later, dad was easing his cock into my ass and I was loving it.  Then, the closer he got to his climax the closer I got to mine.  Simultaneously, he shot his load deep into my ass, as I shot my huge load out onto my stomach and chest.

As he looked into my eyes and mouthed, “I love you,” Dave and Luke began licking my huge cum load off of me, kissing and sharing my load.

“Save me some,” dad said, before leaning down and sucking up a small glob off my pubic bush.

Dave and Luke got up and after a round of kissing said they were going to leave and leave us to enjoy each other. They dressed, and as they prepared to leave, dad spoke up and said, “Guys. Mark invited you both to stop by and just so you know, I don’t mind at all if you do.  I can’t think of any two men I would prefer here having fun with him.”

“With that, there was a round of kissing and after they left, dad took me in his arms and kissed me passionately and lovingly before saying, “You have made me the happiest man alive.  I love you more that you could ever know.”

“And I love you.  I just wish we had known about each other sooner,” I replied.

After another hot wet tongue kiss, he took my hand and as we walked back to his bedroom he said, “I want you to fuck me. I want to feel my hot young son buried deep in my ass.”

Moments later, my cock was buried in my dad’s ass ad as I pistoned in and out we kissed passionately.  As my climax drew nearer, I fucked faster and harder.  

“That’s it son.  Fuck your old man hard and deep. Be as rough as you want.  I love you using me.”

Seconds later, my cock exploded, filling his ass with my hot thick load.

Looking at me he asked, “Mark, I don’t know if you have done it before or not but do you think you could snowball and suck your load out of me then kiss me and share it?”

“Dad, for you I will do anything,” I replied, and with that I buried my mouth on his hole and sucked up every drop of my load before kissing my dad and sharing it.

We then cuddled together and drifted off to sleep and sometime during the night I awoke to find dad sucking me.  I stopped him and we had a sixty-nine before going back to sleep.

Dad invited me to move into his room with him and I accepted and we had sex daily.  Luke and Dave visited often sometimes while on duty and we would suck each other.

My life was complete and I couldn’t have been happier.  My sex life couldn’t have been better, or so I thought.

One Friday night dad asked if I would like to experience something new.  I said sure and asked what it was.  It was then I learned that he was a member of a gay sex club and they met monthly for a huge orgy.  When I asked how many he said that he has seen as many as fifty or so members there all naked and having sex openly in front of the others.  I immediately said I wanted to go, and asked if any others brought their sons.  

He said they did but one rule that was never to be broken was that all guest had to be at least eighteen years old or older.

“Mark, I’d love to see you getting it on with another boy your age,” dad confessed.

Looking at my dad, I said, “And I think it would be hot as hell to know you were watching me.”

Then, I added, “And I want to watch you take it in both ends at the same time.”

“Come up close when it happens, and when the guy shoots in my mouth, kiss me and we will share it.”

“You got a deal,“ I said.

We went to the club meeting and we each were assigned a tub with a lock for our belongings.  As we left the locker area and went into the grassy area, I noticed several guys look my way.  Then, dad turned to me and said softly, “I forgot to tell you.  You may see men you know. Do not acknowledge that you know or recognize them.  If they want sex with you and you feel the same way, go for it, just don’t let on you know them.”

Moments later, as I glanced around, I noticed my high school baseball coach and later on one of professors from college. I never dreamed Coach Wilson was so well built and hung.    Dad had coached me on how to approach the men and I casually went up to Coach Wilson and when he saw me he smiled ever so slightly as I said, “That’s a beautiful tool you have.  I’d love to see what it taste like.”

“Go for It, young man.  It’s all yours.”

There were others around sucking and fucking so I casually knelt in front of him and lovingly swallowed his cock.  I soon brought him to a huge climax and after eating his load, I stood and he said, “Now I would like yours.”

It’s all yours,” I replied. 

Coach Wilson dropped and sucked every drop of cum out of me, then looked into my face as he swallowed. As he stood up he said, “When you reload, my ass is yours if you want it.”

“We’ve got all weekend,” I replied.

I sauntered over to where dad was and he smiled and asked, “Was it good?”

“Delicious,” I replied, “and fucking huge.”

I sucked several more guys before dinner and afterward, Coach Wilson came up to me as I sat by dad and asked, “Young man, would you like to share my bed tonight?”

“I’d like that,” I replied, and stood and walked away with him.

I noticed dad cozying up top a hot muscular hairy chested stud and envied him.

Coach Wilson held me close in his bedroll and whispered, “Mark, I wanted you back during your senior year.”

“I wish I had known,” I whispered back.  Later we lovingly fucked each other before going to sleep.

During the weekend I got my wish and saw dad getting fucked by his hairy muscled stud while sucking another muscular stud with a Marine tattoo on his chest. I moved closer and once dad had the guys load in his mouth, I stepped up and we kissed and shared it.  

Then, unexpectedly, the muscled Marine dropped and sucked me off, with fifteen or more watching.

Before leaving, I tried to do a quick head count and I came up with about forty males. I estimated that I had sucked or fucked half of them.

Dad and I returned home and  had sex with Luke and Dave the night we returned.  

Dad and I drew closer and closer and our love grew beyond belief. 

I finally graduated college and my roommate my senior year nd I got an apartment together and became lovers. Dad and Luke soon announced that they were  couple but when Seth , my lover, and I went home. We all four had sex together, or dad would have sex with Seth and I had sex with Luke.

It was a wonderful life!