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****Opening Title****

*hot guy fades into light,

First his sculpted torso and chiseled abs, followed by his pecs, followed by his bulging biceps then finally his gorgeous face, a face created by Angels comes into view.

“The Geek and the Jock, The Twink and the Daddy, The Top and the Bottom, In love and lust, In trials and triumph, so are the Gays of Our Lives…”

Hot guy flexes his muscles

*Title sequence fades out

****Scene 1: Michael’s POV**********************

Augusta Drusilla Hotel, Rome, Italy, 

People often regret the actions they make after the fact. They often wish they could take back those actions because of the outcomes they cause. I for one always try to follow my heart and do the right thing when it comes to my actions. But no person is perfect and every one makes mistakes, that includes myself.

That night standing in a shower completely naked with a man, who was not my husband I realized too late that I had made a mistake, my actions were not right. My heart had told me to come to Italy with Edward because he had promised to help me rescue not only my son but Kayla and her baby as well.

In my head I knew that going off to a foreign country with a man that wanted to sleep with me was not a good idea. When he threw himself on me I knew then that I regretted my actions.

“Michael I’m waiting.” Edward chuckled, water cascaded down his hard pecs falling down the ridges of his abs. “You want me to stop this? All you have to do is make me stop.”

“Stop it! I mean it!” I shouted. As I spoke he tried to put his hands on me again, but this time I was ready for him. Just as he had reached around attempting to wrap his hand around my cock, I placed my hand on his hard chest and pushed. 

Edward didn’t make it easy for me to push him away; his pecs actually flexed and tensed at my touch. I managed to push him away from me however.

My forcefulness came as a shock to him, he was so taken by surprise by it that he lost his balance when I pushed him. Edward’s legs gave out and he fell ass first on the floor.

When I saw him fall I instantly felt bad about it. Sticking my hand out to him I tried to help him to his feet.

He pushed it away and rose to his feet on his own. When we were standing eye level again I noticed there was a huge grin on his face. “You know if any other man had made me fall flat on my ass I would have beat them senseless.” He laughed.

“Well then beat me then.” I replied defiantly. “You claim to care about me so much so I want to see you lay a finger on me.”

“If it were anyone but you and I would.” He added. “I could never lay a finger on you. All I want to do is make love to you.”

“Make love to me!” I scoffed. “How could you ever think I would ever have sex with you let alone climb into bed with you?”

“Michael you’re doing a whole lot of objecting for someone with a cock thats as hard as yours. The whole time I was in there showering with you I could see how turned on you were. That big dick was throbbing when I grabbed it, just look at that thing it’s still throbbing and leaking precum even now!”  His eyes seemed to light up as he talked about my dick.

“Stop that!” I cried, as I quickly wrapped the nearest towel around my waist so that I could cover up my nakedness.

“Why cover up that beautiful body? If you would only let me I would worship that beautiful body of yours. Just let me show you. You know you like all this attention, and that dick does too.”

“Look at the little guy he’s making quite the impression in that towel.” He chuckled causing me to look down at my junk. He was right because my cock was still hard as a rock and there was clear outline of it in the towel.

“Admit it.” He stepped closer to me.

“Admit what?!” I shouted,

“Admit that you want to sleep with me as much as I want to sleep with you.” He smiled as he moved in closer to me, so close that I could feel his warm breath on my face.

“I don’t want to sleep with you.” I cried. “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t want to sleep with you for you to believe me?!”

“That throbbing dick says otherwise.” He laughed back, as he stepped closer to me; by this time he was so close I could feel his heart beating as he purposely pushed his muscles against my body. I could feel his dick pressing against my own even as my cock was wrapped under a layer of fabric.

“Listen up handsome if you can tell me you don’t find my attractive without pitching a tent then I will believe you.”

I paused for a second searching for the right words to make him stop but I found them not. Edward on the other hand had much to say to me.

“See you can’t even do that, because you know you’re attracted to me. I can see it written all over that pretty little face of yours. It’s taking everything inside you to not tell me how hot you think I am. Isn’t it?”

I was about to respond to him when suddenly I looked up and I noticed he was bleeding. My gasp did not go unnoticed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“You’re bleeding.”

“Really? Where?” He laughed.

“Right here on the side.” I replied, as I lightly wiped away the blood from the side of his head with my hand. “It looks like you have a cut on the side right here.”

“I’m sure I’ll be just fine.” He laughed it off. “I’ve sustained far worse injuries then a tiny little cut on my head. I think we were in the midst of a very important conversation That can wait.”

“No I don’t think it can because your head is still bleeding. You should let me bandage you up,” I insisted. “Please let me help you, because I would feel awful if something were to happen to you and I didn’t do something. It’s my fault you fell and hit your head in the first place.”

“Mike this is not your fault.” He added. “I hit my head because I tried to make you do something you weren’t ready to do. And that was stupid of me. This is because of me, not you.”

“Yeah I know, but if I hadn’t pushed you then you wouldn’t have fell and hit your head.” I sighed. “I just feel really bad now, because if it weren’t for you I never would have made it to Italy so fast.”

“I really appreciate all your help, I wish there was some way I could make this up to you.” 

“I’m sure I can think of a way for you to make it up to me.” He grinned. “I have a good idea of where we could start.”

“You know its not that late we could watch a movie or something before we go to bed.” I suggested in an attempt to change the subject. 

“I’m sure there are some good movies on tonight.”

“Yeah…..but  I’m still a little horny. I was kind of hoping we could watch some porn or something. Or something with nudity in it so I can get off.”

“Wait your horny still?” I laughed. “Didn’t you just shoot a load all over the freaking wall in the bathroom?”

“Yeah I know but there’s one thing you should know about me.”

“And what’s that?” I smiled.

“I cum buckets.” He laughed back. “Why do you think I brought all those guys with me to campus. I need someone to take all those loads.”

“Oh I thought they were just your servants.”

“They are….but when they are not tending to my needs, carrying by books, and making my bed they are servicing my dick and taking my load.” Edward chuckled.

“You know sex slaves are the best. With all your money I’m surprised you don’t have one of your own.”

“Eric provides me with all the sex I need.” I laughed. “Won’t be needing any sex slaves this side of the pond.”

“Dude relax it was just a joke I don’t have any sex slaves, not to mention we Brits abolished slavery decades before you yanks did. All my servants ride my dick because they enjoy taking my load.”

“So what do you say? How about we watch some porn. You know there’s a ton of adult channels?”

****Scene 2: Mike’s POV**********************

Augusta Drusilla Hotel, Rome, Italy, 

Once he had turned the television on Edward plopped down on the couch. Without hesitation he pulled his shorts down past his knees exposing his hardening cock. He didn’t leave me with any time to react before he started stroking the shaft of his dick. He started rubbin his throbbing dick almost as soon as he whippped it out of his shorts.

Edward acted if it was completely normal for him to just pull his cock out and start  jerking it in front of me.

I watched as he rubbed his dick up and down, I could see his member getting hard in his hand. Before coming to sit down he had pulled out a bottle of lube from his possessions; he proceeded to pour the bottle of lube over his dick coating it from the tip of his prick all the way down the shaft.

While Edward jerked himself off on the couch I seated myself on the bed trying my best to avoid looking in that direction. I tried to find something on my phone to keep myself occupied but the loud manly grunts coming from the other side of the room were very distracting.

Suddenly Edward turned around to me. “Hey man why don’t you come join me? I know you’re horny I saw how hard that cock was.” he chuckled.

“Join you.” I gasped. “I never thought a british lord would invite me to a circle jerk.” I laughed a little to myself at the prospect.

“Yeah come have a seat right here.” he replied patting the seat directly beside him. “I try to always rub one out before I go to bed It will help you go to sleep.”

“I guess but don’t try anything.”

“What could I possibly do? Dude I’m as hard as a rock right now, I’m concerned with one thing and one thing only and that is getting off.”

“Oh ok,” I gulped.

After I had came over and sat down beside him, Edward turned back to stroking his throbbing dick as he watched the hot sex scene on the TV. Sitting so close to Edward allowed me to actually see Edward’s dick. It appeared to be  well over ten inches, a perfect ten or maybe it was a perfect ten and a few inches. And that thing had girth to it too. His dick had a long vein running along the shaft stopping right at the bulbous head of his cock.

Since he was fully erect his foreskin was pushed back and the head of his cock was fully exposed, I dont even know how to describe it but I’ll try my best. If you can imagine something being wrapped tightly around a pole (for lack of a better word) so tight that it appears that the wrappings will not contain it that is what his foreskin and shaft looked like.

On the television a blonde haired guy with a fair amount of muscles was pumping his dick in and out of this brown haired hunk. The top was hot but the bottom was gorgeous with even more muscles then the stud fucking his hole….With a fat ass too! Talk about a muscle bottom.

The hot sex scene on the television was turning me on and making my dick throb in my hands. The hunky bottom was taking that cock like a champ pushing that big bubble butt back on that thick dick all while he wailed and moaned his head off. 

Bottoms everywhere could take a cue from that hunk’s book the way he was throwing that ass back on that dick and arching his back like a pro…….my gwad! 

I watched intently as the two hunks on television fucked like rabbits in heat, with each thrust the bottom let out an animalistic noise that caused my cock to twitch.

It seemed like the more that sexy bottom screamed his head off the more. the top pounded his hole. His moaning was turning both me and Edward, I noticed him pick up the pace in his dick jerking everytime that sexy bottom let out one of those sex crazed moans of pleasure.

“Oh god.” I grunted, biting down on my lip as I watched the blonde hunk thrust his dick in and out of the bottom’s tight hole. The hot scene made me wish Eric was there to give me a good dicking.

“God that bottom is so freaking hot,” I grunted

“Yeah I know right but he’s not as hot as you,” Edward smiled as he handed the bottom of lube to me. “It looks like you could use this.”

“Thanks!” I replied as I took it from him. I had just finished pouring the lube over my throbbing prick when Edward leaned into me and whispered. “How about I give you a hand?”

“I dont know about that.” I sighed. “I dont think I would feel right about you jerking me off like that. I dont think I could look Eric in the eye after that.”

“Dude relex it’t not like I’m asking you to cheat on that meat head. This has nothing to do about feeling right this is about feeling good. If feels good it has to be right. Right?”

“Come on  it will be our little secret…or maybe we could bring your husband in and we could jerk each other off together.”

“I dont know about that.” I replied nervously. Part of me was nervous about what I had agreed to, but the other part of me seemed not to mind, it was like when he uttered those words ‘it will be our little secret’ it turned a switch on in my body. Those words seemed familiar to me but I couldnt remember where I had heard them and why I felt as if they had been directed at me earlier.

“Dude just shut up.” Edward chuckled as he wrapped his lube covered hands around my cock.

“Holy Fuck!” I grunted, all I could do was moan as he wrapped his hand around my dick and started rubbing a load out of me.

“Dude just relax so I can finish you off.” he grunted as he tightened his grip on my dick. “See from the way your cock is throbbing in my hand I can tell you like the way I jerk that big dick of yours. You dont even have to speak….I know you like it. 

“That dick is a lie detector and you’re failing misrably.” he laughed as he rubbed his smooth hands over my shaft. He scooted himself closer to me to the point that I could feel the hairs on his smooth thighs and muscular legs tickle my flesh.

With one hand wrapped around my shaft, Edward used his free hand to pull my underwear down all the way past my ankles, exposing my lower half to the room’s air. He started fondling my balls all while he continued jerking my dick. 

As time past he jerked my dick faster and faster picking up the pace in his cock massaging. He seemed to be enjoying jerking my cock ten times more then he enjoyed jerking his own dick.

Unable to stop him and being so completely and utterly horny I simply laid back and enjoyed the ride. I laid my head on the couch and let my eyes roll into the back of my head as the pleasure washed over me. My brain knew it was wrong but it felt so good, so nice to have his hands on my cock, massaging and jerking the cum right out of me.

My cock was leaking precum as Edward massaged my dick. He made use of the precum pouring from my cock using it as lube. 

“Mmmmmm,” I groaned as I felt Edward’s lube covered hands working their way up and down my shaft. As I felt his hand tighten around my prick I breathed in deeply letting it out just as hand reached the base of my cock.

“God damn!” I grunted breathlessly, still attempting to catch my breath. The way his hands felt as they worked their way over my cock, massaging and squeezing on the right muscle made my cock leap for joy.  “That feels so fucking good.”

“Yeah baby you like that,” Edward grinned. “You like the way I stoke that dick? Dont you? Its okay to admit it here.”

I kept thrusting my dick between his Edward’s wrapped hands when suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes and was about to ask him why he had stopped when he uttered words I thought I would only here from my husband.

“Lemme suck your dick?”

After he said the words I kinda just froze in place. I heard the words but I didnt know how to respond to them. It felt so good to have his hands on my dick but at the same time I knew it was wrong…. If his lips were on my cock I would be crossing a line I could never uncross…

****Scene 3: Kayla’s POV**********************

Somewhere near Rome, Italy, 

I know it’s been a while since you guys have heard from me, but in my defense I’v been rather busy. Getting abducted and going into labour while in an elevator will pretty much keep you preoccupied for quite a while. For the last several weeks I have spent a fabulous time in a dimly lit heavily guarded room located somewhere in the catacombs of Rome. That is exactly how I imagined spending the first several weeks of motherhood. In all that time I have perfected my sarcasm to near perfection. What else can you do when you’ve been held captive for weeks by a deranged woman and her minions?

I wouldn’t have even known I were in Rome if I hadn’t been told that that was were I was by one of the guards. Within a week or two of arriving at my prison with Johnny and my little girl I almost managed to escape. I became very friendly with the guards assigned to monitor me in my room and I convinced them to turn a blind eye to me when day and I made a run for it. I would have escaped if little Johnny hadn’t started crying; after that my little girl started crying too. 

It wasn’t long before the other guards noticed I was gone and they came looking for me….with two crying babies it didn’t take long for them to catch me.. After that failure my guards became more strict, they didn’t allow me any alone time with Johnny at all and they only brought my little girl to me when it was time to feed her. Worst of all I never saw the guard who had helped me again. I worried something had happened to him because of my actions.

Ever since that day I have waited for another chance to make a run for it. As of late there as been little opportunity for me to escape with the children.

Oh there is just one thing that I seemed to have left out. You all are probably wondering what I named my precious little baby girl. It took a while for me to come up with a name for her but I decided on the name Spencer because I wanted a way for her to always remember the family that she came from, her mother’s family. And since I plan on marrying her daddy her name is going to be Spencer Hope Brady.

I was sitting in that dank room contemplating my latest plan of escape when suddenly I heard a familiar voice call out to me. “Wake up my darling we have a big day ahead of us.”

“Who is it?” I called out.

“It is I,” Regina called back, as she stepped out of the shadows. “My darling I hope you were kept comfortable while I was away.” 

“You were gone? I hardly noticed that you were not here to torment me because as you know I’ve been rather busy here.”

“So I’ve been told.” She snapped. “My guards have informed me you have made several attempts to escape your confinement, that was very foolish in your part. If you want to be reunited with your child I expect you to behave.”

“And what if I don’t.” I growled, are you going to hit me or something!”

“Heavens no!” Regina laughed. “I abhor violence unless it is absolutely necessary, and in your case there are other ways of making you cooperate. Like making sure that you never see your precious child ever again.”

“You would do that?” I cried. “Are you not a mother yourself. Why would you try to keep a child away from its own mother?”

“I would have done exactly that if you had forced me to but that is of no concern to me now because by tomorrow my plan will of reached fruition and I will be rid of you and your friends as well.”

“Rid of us, what the hell do you mean by that? You know I want to see my daughter and Johnny right now!”

“Last time I checked missus Spencer I was the one calling the shots in this arrangement not you. You won’t be seeing anyone unless I say so. If you want to know how exactly how I will be disposing of you and your troublesome friends you will just have to wait until tomorrow to find out.”

“So you’re planning on disposing of me  and you won’t even tell me how. I thought you were a reasonable woman but I guess I was wrong.”

“Telling you exactly what I have in store for you and your friends would spoil a good surprise and I do so love a good surprise. I will however tell you that your end will go swimmingly.”

“It will be a fitting in for you and your worrisome friends.” She smiled coldly. “Now I believe I asked you about your stay here. Were you comfortable in your confinement?”

“How could I possibly be comfortable in a freaking dungeon? You have allowed me very little time to spend with my newborn daughter! You have kept me locked up here under a city unable to breath the fresh air! And you have fed me the bare minimum.”

“And you know after I gave birth to Spencer I could have bled to death.” I yelled out “Do you really want to know how I feel?”

“But you didn’t bleed to death I made sure of that.” Regina retorted. “I brought a doctor in here to look after you and your newborn.”

“You call that brutish half women half man thing that you brought in here a doctor? Every time that thing touched me it made my skin crawl.” I replied in disgust.

“That thing you speak of happens to have a name. My dear sweet husband Alistair created that thing a long time ago” Regina continued.

“I don’t care what it is all I know is that that creature you call doctor is an abomination! It looks like that creature could have missed a couple meals while you were feeding me scraps.”

“We have fed you more then enough and besides who needs all that sunlight anyway. I have limited my time in the sun for the last several years and I don’t feel worse because of it. You’re just complaining now.” Regina cackled.

“I beg to differ. That frail pale white skin of yours tells me that the lack of sun has done you no favors. You really should get some more sun it will do you good.”

“Kayla you needn’t worry about me because after today I will still be here and you will not.”

“You know I have been thinking about that surprise I have in store for you and your friends. You know I would hate to ruin a good surprise but seeing as you and your friends will all be dead by tomorrow I think I’ll make an exception for you.”

“Guard!” She yelled. 

Suddenly a guard appeared in the doorway. He was big hulking man with muscles upon muscles. He looked like had spent years in the gym building every muscle in his body to perfection. But I doubt his mind was as perfect as his body. The DeVilles had a tendency for hiring dim-witted meat heads to do their bidding. The muscular the better seemed to be their motto or maybe it was the dumber the better. If you have a room temperature IQ I’m sure the DeVilles can use you as one of their countless henchmen.

In any case there he was that big hunk  of man standing there was no expression. I doubted he had the sense to form another one. 

 “Yes Mrs DeVille.” The guard, his face as still as stone.

“Thank you for your prompt response Santo,” Regina replied. “Would you please show missus Spencer to the room where we have been keeping our very special patient.”

“What patient? What are you talking about? Who is in this room we’re going to? Is Blair in there?”

“You will soon see my darling.” Regina smiled.

Moments later Regina, myself and that big hulking guard were all standing in front of this room that appeared to have been made of solid concrete. God only knew what lay beyond that metal door…..I didnt know but I was about to find out

“Kayla my dear you will be the first to witness the great work that will lead to the demise of your and your friends.”

Suddenly the metal door opened and we were allowed to enter the room. After Regina entered I stepped inside behind her. Actually I was forced inside by the big burly guard pointing the gun at me.

Almost immediately I noticed a change in the temperature of the room; it appeared as if we had stepped into a refrigerator. If I had exhaled at that moment I’m sure I would have seen my breath.

“What is this place?” I asked, looking towards Regina. I looked up to see Regina who was standing off to the side looking down at this large metal container located in the middle of the room

“Come here,” she called out.

I walked over to where Regina was standing and looked down. When I saw what she was looking at I nearly jumped out of my skin. To my horror I saw the late Alistair DeVille staring back at me motionless. 

“Alistair is alive! But he drowned.” I cried. “It cant’ be!”

STAY TUNED………

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The guy was so hot!  It was nearing time for last call and I couldn’t let him slip away.  But the place was busy and I didn’t want to risk anyone hearing me approach him.  Or worse, chance him getting pissed if I did, and cause a ruckus.  I was feeling a little desperate as the minutes ticked by and I grabbed a napkin and headed back to take a piss.  Inside a stall I quickly scrawled a message on the napkin; “Do you want to stick around till I close?”  I rushed back, fearful that he might have left but he still had his tight looking ass parked on the bar stool. I took my place behind the bar and began to announce last call.  When I came to him and he ordered, I set his beer on the bar along with the napkin, folded so he no one would see the writing on it. The folded napkin got his attention. He discreetly unfolded it and read it then glanced up at me with a frowning smile. I raised my eyebrows and smiled back.

He mouthed “Sure” as he crumpled up the napkin and stuffed it in his pocket.

I was so excited I almost pissed my pants.  He was the most gorgeous thing I’d seen in Brady’s in a long time.  I thought he might be a Marine from the buzz cut and the way he filled out his shirt, especially how the sleeves hugged his massive arms. And of course that incredibly healthy look that all military guys have.

I was cutting guys off as I took their last empty bottles and glasses, wanting them gone.  All except him.  I was the head bartender so I was the one left to close up after the other bartenders and waiters left. I didn’t keep them around because the boss didn’t like paying them overtime. I got an hour overtime every night for closing. 

I bid the last customer goodnight and locked the door behind him and pulled down the shade with “Closed” on it. He was still sitting there, facing the bar, sipping his beer like he had all the time in the world.  Actually he did; he could have all the time he wanted.

“I’m guessing I don’t have to be in any rush to finish my beer,” he said as he took another drink.

“No rush,” I said as I set about clearing and wiping off tables and setting the chairs. “But you’ve been nursing that one; it’s probably getting warm.  Let me get you a cold one.” I wanted to make sure he had a good buzz.  I got him another beer then set about checking the Tabasco sauce bottles and gathered up the empties along with the salt shakers to refill them.

“I’m guessing you’re military,” I said to start up a conversation.

“Marines.”

“Why don’t you wear the uniform?  If I did what you guys do to earn the right, I would wear the uniform all the time.”

He shrugged.  “I earned the right; I guess that’s enough. Actually wearing it sometimes gets me in trouble.”

“How so?”

“Some guys see a Marine and they want to challenge him; see if he’s as tough as they advertise.”

“I would say most of you are,” I said. “From the looks of those arms I would guess you are, definitely,” I added.

“We are, but I joined the Marines to fight for this country, not to fight tough good old boys.  Besides, I didn’t need the uniform for you to recognize me as military, did I.”

“No; the haircut, your stature, the incredibly healthy look, the way you move, the way you stand, even the way you sit on a bar stool.”

“The way I move, the way I stand? And what’s so distinctive about how I sit on a bar stool?” he said, laughing.

“Godd, if you only knew!  Actually it’s everything about you; you have a don’t-fuck-with-me stance. You exude confidence. You military guys all stand out even though you try not to,” I said. “Just like you go to great lengths to deny that you’re heroes.  Do they teach you that?”

He finished taking a long drink of his beer and I paused to watch his bicep curl up to the size of a grapefruit. “No, they don’t have to teach it; we’re not heroes just because we wear the uniform.  The guys that come back in flag-draped caskets are the heroes.”

“Nobody’s going to argue that. I cry when I see those flag-draped caskets being unloaded and put in a hearse. But sometimes we need live heroes. When we see it on the news here in the bar, the house buys a round for any military men in the place.”

“The house?  Or you?” he asked.

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” Suddenly I lost interest in what I was doing and I left the clutter of Tabasco bottles and the salt and pepper shakers on the table and turned my attention to the Marine.

“I’m Kevin, by the way,” I said, putting out my hand.

“Braden,” he said.  He had a good grip.

“What’s your rank?”

“Corporal.”

“Can I ask you something? What’s the difference between corporal and lance corporal?”

“Lance corporal is the third enlisted rank in the Marines, below Corporal and Private First Class.”

“So you’re an NCO; do they have to salute you?”

“No,” he said, laughing.  “Only commissioned officers are saluted. Basically, you don’t salute anyone wearing his rank on his sleeve; only those wearing their rank on their shoulders.  With one exception; everyone salutes a Medal of Honor recipient, no matter what the rank. A four-star general has to salute him even if he’s a private wearing the Medal. Even the president has to salute a Medal of Honor recipient.  Now, those guys are the real heroes.”

“Have you ever met anyone who’s won the Medal of Honor?” I asked.

He held up hand with a frown. “You don’t win the Medal of Honor. It’s not a competition. It’s awarded. But no, I’ve never met one of those guys.  If I did, it wouldn’t be allowed but if it was, hell, I would get down and kiss his fuckin’ boots.”

“I think I would kiss whatever the fuck he wanted me to kiss,” I said jokingly.  “Seriously, I did meet one who came in here and I didn’t count myself worthy to be standing in his presence.” 

“How did you know he was a Medal of Honor recipient?” he asked.

“He was in uniform, I asked him about his medals and he pointed it out; but said not to say anything.”

“How was he wearing it?” he asked with a frown.

“Like the rest of his medals, pinned to his chest.”

“He wasn’t just a phony, he was a dumb-ass phony. The Medal of Honor, worn on any uniform, is worn only around the neck.”

“Oh. Thanks for the heads-up; I’ll watch for that next time.”

“Unless he’s with a bunch of his buddies dressed for a special occasion, he wouldn’t be wearing the medal anyway.  Those guys don’t get dressed up and put the medal around their necks to go out for a beer.”

“The dumb ass should’ve been smart enough to at least buy the real thing if he was going to brag about it,” I said.

“Well, that’s another thing.  You can’t buy the Medal of Honor; it’s against federal law to buy, or sell, or trade or barter for one. You can be fined $100,000 and serve a year in prison. If a guy wants to give his to you, there’s no law against that. Hell, it’s against the law to even to falsely claim you’re a recipient. There was a case where a company sold a batch of medals on the open market; they were fined and prohibited from doing business with the government for several years. It’s against the law to buy or sell even a fake medal. It’s the most coveted and protected medal in America.”

“Wow! You really know your stuff.  What if a guy loses it?”

“He would have to go through the red tape of having it replaced by the government.  Don’t worry; they would know who he is? There are less than 3500 recipients in our history.”

“I’m glad you came along. I didn’t know any of this stuff,” I said.

“Well, now you know enough that you won’t be taken in by phonies,” he said.

“Actually, I’m glad you came along for more reasons than that,” I said with a tight grin.  He was in the middle of taking a long swig of beer and I moved up between his legs and put my hands on his knees. He brought the bottle down quickly, drawing up from his slouch.

“Whoa!  Is this the reason for the free beer?”

“No, military guys get free beer regardless….and other freebies.

“Like?”

“Have you ever had a blowjob?” I blurted, running my hands a couple of inches above his knees. “Those are free, too.”  He sat up straighter against the bar like he was trying to get away from me.

“Not from a guy,” he said.

“Then you’ve never really had a blowjob,” I said.  “Any of those girls slobbering on your cock ever let you cum in in her mouth?”

“No,” he said with a chuckle.  “They act terrified of the idea.”

“Then you definitely haven’t had a real blowjob.”

“Okay, I’m thinking you wanta give me one?” he asked cockily.

“Unless you knock me on my ass.”

He looked at me like he was sizing me up.  “I don’t think so.  You’re pretty well put together. I could probably take you but it wouldn’t be worth the effort.”

Okay, I wasn’t going to get knocked on my ass so I proceeded. I began massaging his crotch and undoing his belt with my other hand. As I fumbled with it, one-handed, he set his bear down and gave me an assist. Together we got his belt apart and his fly open. A nice bulge was forming in his shorts. I massaged it for a couple of minutes before taking it out.  I pulled the waistband of his briefs down and tucked it under his hefty balls. His cock swung out and settled at a sharp upward angle, throbbing violently.

“You cock acts like it’s happy to be free.”

“Yeah, it’s always acting up that way; it’s a regular attention whore,” he said.

I took hold of it and began stroking him.  He moaned softly and started thrusting his cock through my fist; what little fist I was able to make, for my fingers wouldn’t reach all the way around it.

“You said the girls are terrified that you might cum in their mouths?  I suspect they’re terrified of this super cock,” I said.

“They never complained when I fucked them,” he said.

“What’s to complain about?”  I continued stroking him.  “Godd, this is gorgeous!”

“You gonna admire it or suck it?” he asked, cockily.

“Don’t be impatient.”

“You said this would be my first real blowjob.  I just want you to show me what I missed with those girls.”

“Prepare to be amazed,” I said as I bent down and enveloped his cock in my mouth.

“Awwwhhhh! Holy fuck!” he moaned loudly.

I smiled around his cock.  This was going to be good; him acting that way and I hadn’t even started sucking him yet. He abandoned his beer and leaned back and spread his arms back across the bar and I went to my knees and started sucking his balls.

“Fuck, you are good at torture,” he moaned.

“It’s not torture; I just don’t want to neglect anything,” I said.  “Listen, how about we get you naked?”

“Seriously? All the way naked?  Is it safe?” he asked, looking around at the front of the place.

In reply I was already unlacing his hunkin’ boots. He let me pull them off, then his socks, then I tugged on his pants and shorts.  At the same time he was taking off his shirt. He stood down off the bar stool so I could remove his pants and shorts. I laid them on a nearby table.

“This naked enough for you?” he asked cockily.

“Not quite. Now stretch out on the bar,” I told him.

He didn’t hesitate and when he turned to climb up on the bar I grabbed his hips and buried my face in his ass.

“Aaahhh Fuck!” he cried out, tossing his head back. “Geezuss, what’re you doing to me!”

“Nothing you don’t want, obviously,” I mumbled between his butt muscles.

“Ohh, fuck, get in deeper…..yeah, drive your tongue up in there,” he moaned.  He was thrashing his butt around against my face now.  “Shit, Man……!”

After a moment I stopped for air and told him to get up on the bar.

“On my stomach or back?” he asked.

“Back for now,” I said.

When he was stretched out across the bar I sat on a stool and leaned up over him to suck his cock.  He aided the process by humping his butt up off the bar to drive his cock into my throat.

“Mann, I never got this kind of service in a bar before,” he moaned.

While I was sucking him I worked one hand between his legs and used my drooling spit to work my fingers into his asscrack.  He didn’t seem to mind, even when I found his hole.  Rather, I felt it clenching against my fingertip.  I massaged his hole gently, pressing against it a little harder.  I was surprised at his response.

“Go ahead and do it if it feels anything like your tongue,” he whispered.

“Better,” I said and I shoved my finger through his hole.

“Awww, fuck! It feels better already,” he groaned.

I went straight for his prostate before he changed his mind.  I always said that once I show a guy his prostate, even a straight guy, he’s mine.  He didn’t know it yet but this hot young Marine was going to be my slut boy. No doubt.  I’d had his type before and I could’ve drawn him a picture of how he was going to end up.

He was thrashing around on the bar, doing his best to ride down on my hand. I had to ease off a couple of times when I thought he was getting close to going off.  Then I began the slow climb onto the bar with him.  He didn’t even realize it at first.

“You’re coming up here with me?” he mumbled.

“Yeah, so I can get to everything,” I said.

“Fuck, man, what else is there to get to?” he moaned.

When I was on the bar with him I brought his legs up and shoved them against his chest.  He cooperated, wrapped his muscular arms around his thighs and held them tight. He couldn’t have known how wide open and vulnerable he’d just made himself; his butt was spread wide and I could see his asshole winking at me; begging for attention.  I buried my face in his ass and worked him for a few more minutes; pushing spit into his hole and washing it around with my tongue. He was soooo wide open.  The final test before taking the plunge; I worked all four fingers through his hole, then added my thumb.  I could’ve shoved my entire hand in but I didn’t want him stretched that much.  My cock’s big but not as big as my fist.

“How f-far are g-gonna t-take this?” he stammered.

“The distance,” I replied.

“The distance……that means you’d fuck me.”

“If you let me,” I said.  “You guys don’t ever do anything half-assed, do you?  So do you want me to?”

“I don’t think I could stop you. I know I should but my head wouldn’t let me.”

“It’s true, then,” I said.

“What’s true?”

“I’ve always heard that sailors are the best cocksuckers but no self-respecting Marine would ever take a cock in his mouth.  But you guys will turn your ass up for one.”

“Is that what I’m doing?” he asked.

“You’re not stopping me,” I said.

He was quiet all of a sudden. I rose up to my knees and moved into position, fisting my spit-slick cock.  I dropped some more spit into the crack of his ass and worked it around with the head of my cock.

“Last chance to change your mind,” I said, pressuring against his clenching hole.

“Not unless you’re gonna abort the mission,” he said.

“No.”

“Then do it, before I change my mind,” he said

“Sorry, you already missed your chance,” I said.

His asshole was already squeezing around the curvature of my cock head; clenching steadily, like it was begging.  I nudged when it did an outward clench and the muscle folded over more of my cock.

“Let’s just keep doing this,” I said.

“Doing what?”

“Clenching your asshole.”

“Yeah, I could feel you easing in,” he said.

We did it for a couple more minutes, till his sphincter muscle locked tightly around the entire head of my cock.

“I think you’re ready.”

“Try me,” he said.

I eased in, shoving my cockhead deep into the dark warm recesses of his body and his sphincter kept contracting, drawing me in deeper, till I pressed my loins against his wide-spread butt muscles.

“Fuuucckkk!” he moaned, pressing his head back against the bar.

“Is that an invitation?”

“Do you need one?” he asked.

In reply, I eased out most of the way, the back in. He moaned deep in his gut and I started fucking him.

“God, you know how to seduce a guy,” he whispered.  “When I walked in here I had no idea I would end up like this.”

I leaned up over him and kissed him.  He recoiled for an instant but then kissed me back.  Our tongues met and he groaned out loud.

“Fuck…..never kissed a guy before,” he gasped.

“Never been kissed, never been fucked…..you’ve been hanging out with the wrong crowd,” I joked.

“Look, you don’t have to be easy. I’m a Marine for chrisskes.  Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Don’t forget you said that,” I said as I shifted into high gear.  The bar was a solid foundation with no give whatsoever so that every thrust was a full-on nailing. I let go of his legs and he wrapped them around my waist, his heels digging into my butt muscles.

“Fuck…..nailing my ass…..to the bar,” he choked as I pounded him.

“Did you want me to make love to you, Marine?” I asked.  “Or do you want it like this?”

“No, man, this ain’t love.  It’s pure sex, so fuck me like you mean it.”

“Yeah, stud, I’m gonna fuck your eyeballs out.  Gonna breed you.  Give you my baby.”

“If only.  We’d make beautiful babies, wouldn’t we.”

“Damn straight.”

“Goddamn, your cock is so fuckin’ big!  Don’t know where it’s all going,” he groaned.

It got better and better and the better it got, the harder I fucked him, and the harder I fucked him, the better it got.  We were on a roll.  The way he was breathing, I must’ve been fucking the air out of him.  He was gripping the edges of the bar to keep from being fucked off of it.  Suddenly he brought up a bottle in his right hand. 

“Need a fuckin’ drink,” he murmured as he was uncapped the bottle.

I eased up while he took a healthy drink of bourbon. By healthy, he chugged it down. He handed the bottle to me and I did the same then handed it back. We traded the bottle back and forth will we’d emptied what was in it. I felt the effects in short order; my head spinning, and I was afraid we might tumble off the bar.  He went sort of limp, his arms hanging loosely over the sides of the bar.

“Shouldn’t of done that…..guzzled it,” I murmured.

“Don’t let us fall off,” he said, laughing.

I slowed even more, seriously concerned that we might do just that.  I paused.

“What’samatter?  Why’d you stop fucking me?”

“I think we better get off the bar before we fall off and break something,” I said.

“Just don’t break your cock off inside me,” he joked.

I disengaged and managed to climb off onto a bar stool, then I helped him.  We sat side by side on the stools, looking stupidly at each other in the back-bar mirror.  I was feeling uneasy on the bar stool.

“The only reason I got off the bar was so you could fuck me on the floor,” he drawled, slurring his words.

Together, we helped each other off the stools and onto the floor.  He stretched out with his legs high and wide.  I knelt with my cock in hand, guiding it to his ass.  I was a little surprised I still had a hardon.  I shoved back in and began fucking him again.

“Damn, fucker, did your cock grow?” he asked.

“You just closed up,” I said.

“Open me back up then,” he said.

It was a wild, hard fuck and I was proud of myself for giving it to him; for seducing the big stud Marine in the first place.  He was turning into a total slut, moaning his pleasure and begging me to fuck him and not stop.  I fucked him till I felt his ass  signaling that he was about to cum and I plowed him deep and hard. He went off first, moaning that I’d fucked his load right out of him.  I followed close behind emptying the biggest load I’d ever felt, deep in his high and tight Marine ass.  He cried out that he could feel it shooting in him.  I collapsed on top of him and he held me tight.  We fell asleep.

I woke up some time later, still lying on top of him although my cock had slipped out of his ass.  The light coming in the windows startled me and I rose up from his upper body.

“Marine!  Marine!” I said, shaking his muscular shoulder.

He came awake.

“It’s daylight! People can see in the windows!”

“Fuck, what the hell happened?” he drawled, lifting his handsome head up from the floor.

“Probably better you don’t remember,” I said as I shoved myself up and got to my feet. I put my hand down to bring him to his feet.  “Come on, you can wash up in back,” I told him.

“UUhhnnn,” he moaned softly as he steadied himself on his feet. 

I guided him back to the bathroom and closed the door on him.   Then I went into the ladies room to wash up. We came out of the bathrooms at the same time, face to face.  He barely glanced at me as he asked where his clothes were.

“I’ll get them for you.”  I rushed out to get his clothes and took them back to him.

“Thanks,” he muttered.  “Well, I guess I remember what happened,” he said as he was getting dressed.

“I hope it’s good memories,” I said as I was pulling my clothes on.

“I don’t know, I guess I’ll have to think about it,” he said.

“Maybe it’s better you don’t think on it too hard,” I said.

“Hell, there’s no going back,” he said.  “I got my ass fucked, there’s no erasing it.  I can still feel it.”

I had a funny feeling in my gut, half fearful that he might tear into me. But he sounded calm.

“Listen, if it’s any consolation, we were both under the influence.  Hell, we finished off a bottle of bourbon.”

“You were fucking me before we did the bourbon,” he said.

“Yeah, you’re right.  I guess I forgot.”

“No use making up excuses,” he said.  “You seduced me, and fucked me.  But I let you.  I was stone sober at the first.”

“I think you were likng it,” I said.

“That’s the problem,” he said.  “I did like it, and now I don’t know where or how I’m gonna find another stud like you to satisfy the itch you woke up inside me.”

“It oughta be easy,” I said.  “You’re a Marine, living in a barracks, surrounded by other big stud Marines.  Take your pick.”

“I don’t know if it’s gonna be that easy,” he said. “The U.S. Marines don’t exactly condone us getting fucked in the ass.”

“Take a buddy on a weekend pass, get a motel room, accidentally make sure it’s only got one bed,” I said. “Things’ll work out.”

He was dressed, looking almost as hot in uniform as he did out of it. He seemed hesitant to leave.

“This has been a night I won’t soon forget,” I said.

“Listen, if the opportunity arises…..could we do this again?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Wonder if it’d be alright if I have a buddy with me next time. Maybe you could seduce…..show him what you showed me.  Then I’ll have somebody to take care of that itch.”

The End

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I approached Brian Colson with some trepidation. Brian was intimidating.  He didn’t intend to be but it was pretty hard not to be intimidated in the presence of the big athlete.  He was a mountain of muscle on the move. It took a lot of nerve for me to approach him.  He was not only a senior, and I was a sophomore, he was a super jock, about the most popular guy in school and definitely the best looking and by far the best built. I hoped he didn’t wave me off.

“Brian, could I talk to you for a minute?” I asked, approaching him at his locker. He looked around but didn’t say anything.  “I would like to enlist your help with a class project.”  I was so nervous I didn’t know how I managed to get it out.

“What kind of class project?”

“Health class. Human anatomy.  There are four assignments we get to choose from; skeletal, circulatory, nervous system and muscles of the body. I chose muscles of the body. I wonder if you would be my model for the project.”

“You want me to model my body?  Do I look like a model?” He wasn’t rude but he sounded a little irritated.

“Actually….you do.  You’ve got muscles where other guys don’t know they’re even supposed to have muscles. You would make a perfect model with your great definition. I mean, all of your muscles stand out.”

“You’re not talking full body,” he said.

“Well, not nude. I don’t think we could get by with that. But down to a pair of shorts. You could wear a swim suit, or your gym shorts. Everybody’s seen you in your gym shorts.”

“I don’t know.  I’ll have to think about it.”

“When you’re thinking, remember Please, Please, Please ringing in your ears. I’ll even give you a blowjob if you’ll do it,” I added jokingly, although in truth, I wasn’t joking.

He laughed.  “Man, you are desperate.”

“I really need this grade. I’m a borderline F. Which means I have to get an A on this assignment. I’m sure I could ace it with your help.”

He laughed. “Okay, fuck, I’ll do it.  Do you KNOW all the muscles of the body?”

“Yes. But being able to just name them isn’t going to get me an A. Naming them and identifying them, live, as you demonstrate each muscle or muscle group, I think will ace it for me.”

“So what do I have to do except embarrass myself in front of your entire class?”

“There’s no reason for you to be embarrassed.  You’ve got a terrific body and everybody knows it,” I said.

“Everybody knowing it and me showing it off are two different things.”

“You show it off every day of your life, just walking down the halls,” I said.

“No, that’s just walking down the halls.”

“Well, it’s pretty hard not to notice the way you’re put together,” I said.

“I said I would do it.  Now what?” Brian asked.

“We’ll have to practice the demonstration.”

“I don’t need to practice taking off my clothes,” he said.  “Besides, I’m not going to take them off in front of the class. I’ll wear a robe or something.”

“That’s fine.  By practice, I meant I would point out each muscle and explain its function as you demonstrate by flexing.”

“Sort of a show and tell,” he said.

“Yes, except instead of show and tell, it’ll be point and flex,” I said.

“Okay, if it doesn’t take up too much time,” Brian said.

“I know the muscles. I just need to practice the visuals, then there’s the class.”

“Okay, when do you wanta practice?” Brian asked.

“You name it.  I thought the best place would be in the locker room; where you’re used to taking off your clothes.” 

“After school, then.  I’ll just be finishing working out, my muscles will be pumped.”

“Will there be others around?” I asked.

“It’s Friday, people are anxious to get a head start on the weekend,” Brian said.

I was so excited and nervous as I made my way down to the weight room which was just off from the locker room. Just the thought of being alone with the big stud in the locker room made me break out in a sweat. I prayed I would be able to maintain my composure.  I sure as hell didn’t want to expose my little secret. Well, I did with him, but I was afraid to. Two guys passed by me going out and then the locker room was empty, hopefully, except for Brian.  I head the showers running.  I went back to check. Brian was in the shower by himself.

“Be out in a minute,” he called out. He came into the locker room a few minutes later, drying off. “Figured you didn’t wanta get close to me after working out,” he said.

If he only knew.  I would crawl between his legs and lick the sweat off his balls. He got a jockstrap from a hook in his locker and slipped it on. He nearly took my breath away just putting it on.  Not just his incredibly muscled body but the way the pouch of his jockstrap bulged so heavily with his manhood. Then he slipped on his PE shorts and stood waiting.

“This okay for the demo?” he asked.

“Y-yes, that…that’s fine,” I stammered.

“So what do I do, just stand here?”

“Yes, but you’ll have to turn around as I name the muscles in front and side and back.  I’ll just tap you lightly when it’s time to turn.”

“Okay.”  He moved away from his locker and stood in the middle of one of the wrestling mats spread on the floor.

I was almost shaking.  I’d seen the big stud naked before but this was the first time I’d ever been alone with him like this.  To make matters worse, I’d heard one of the last jocks leaving tell Brian that he would lock the door on the way out so nobody would bother him. I grabbed my notebook and pencil to use as a pointer. I hoped as I got into it I would overcome my nervousness but my hand holding the pencil was shaking.  I hoped I didn’t get this nervous in class; I would make a total ass of myself. My hand was also shaking turning the pages of my notebook where all the muscles were listed. I broke out in a sweat and felt butterflies in my stomach. I suddenly lost it.

“Look, I can’t do this,” I blurted.

He blinked, with a what-the-fuck look.  “Why?  What’s wrong all of a sudden?”

“It’s just not a good idea.”

“Did I do something wrong?” he asked with a confused look

“No! You’re fine.  It’s me, I……”

“Are you okay?  You’re sweating.  And you look sorta funny. Maybe you need some cold water on your face.  Come on over to the sink.”

“No, I’m fine, I…..I just need some fresh air.  We’ll just call this off and I apologize for wasting your time.”

“What about your assignment?”

“I’ll pick something else…..the nervous system,” I said, and I picked up my notebook and pen to leave.

Suddenly he was standing squarely in front of me, like a brick wall.

“I don’t know what happened all of a sudden, but something’s screwy here,” he said. “You asked me to be your model, I said okay, I’m standing here ready and all of sudden you go whacko on me. So you’re not leaving till I find out what’s going on.  If it’s me……”

“No, it’s not you!” I said loudly.  “Well, it is, but….look, just let it go.”

“No, dammit!  First you say it’s not me, then it is me.  So which is it?  And why? What the hell did I do to get you so unnerved?”

I let out a sigh as I dropped my notepad on the bench.

“Alright, I owe you an explanation. It’s not you; it’s me.  Except it’s you that’s making me this way.”

“That was clear as a pile of cow shit,” he drawled.

“It’s you because you’re so fuckin hot!” I blurted, practically yelling. “And I’m gay!” I added in a quiet tone. 

“You’re….gay?” he asked, obviously surprised.

“I promised you a blowjob,” I reminded him.

“Hell, I wasn’t holding you to that; I thought you were….joking,” he said, laughing nervously.  “You….. you really are gay?”

“Please, I don’t want anybody to know,” I said.

“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything. But I would, uh……”

“You what?” I asked.

“I’d like to go back to Plan A and finish practicing your assignment. It’s kind of flattering to be asked to show off my muscles, and, well…..if the blowjob is still on the table…….”  He let it go with a smile and a shrug.

“It was never really on the table; just in my head because I didn’t really think you would…..but if you……”

“Only if you want to,” he cut in.

“If I want to?” I scoffed. Shit, didn’t I just tell him I’m gay! 

The moment’s hesitation that followed killed it.

“Okay, I was out of line, “Brian said.  “I had no right to say those things to you.  I’ll get dressed and leave,” he said as he was shucking his PE shorts and tossing them in his locker.

He had his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his jockstrap when I stopped him.

“Wait! Don’t.  Don’t take it off,” I said. He stood there looking at me. “You ask me if I want to? Geezuss, Brian, you have no idea!  Let me clue you in. You are the stuff dreams are made of.  You’ve all but got STUD tattooed on your forehead. Every girl in school wants to be with you. Every guy in school wants to BE you.  I’ve heard guys say, I wonder what it’s like to live in a body like that.”

He looked bewildered.  “It’s the only body I’ve got; only one I ever had. I can’t trade it in,” he said with a shrug.

“Do I want to?” I went on.  “Godd, I’ve wanted to since the first time I saw you in your football uniform, back when I was in sixth grade and you were a freshman.  The only reason I went to football games was because you were playing. I didn’t care about the plays or the score; I just wanted to see you out there on the field. Then when I got in high school and you were a junior…..Fuck, I couldn’t believe how big you got. When I saw you at practice in your pads and jersey and football shorts I about died. Then in PE class…..I didn’t know freshmen and sophomores would be in PE class with juniors and seniors, and that first class, when it was time to shower I thought, Oh God, I’m going to see him naked. I was so nervous I almost threw up; I was afraid I would get a hardon.”

“Geez, Scott, I’m sorry I put you through that.  I had no idea,” he said with true earnest.

“I know, you were clueless. You still are.”

“I don’t know what else to be, but clueless,” he said, laughing. “I guess it goes with being a dumb jock.”

I’d said all that needed to be said.  The opportunity of my lifetime was before me…..it was now or never.  I sucked up my courage with a deep breath and went over to him; close enough that I could feel his body heat and smell his cleanness. 

“You ask if I want to….I want to more than anything in the world,” I said as I bravely reached down and cupped his jockstrap.

“Okay,” he said in a choked voice.

Okay! Godd, I had his manhood in my hand and he said okay!

The pouch was so heavy; I wondered what he had packed in there. I mauled it gently for a moment and felt it coming to life.  He’d said okay!! I shoved my hand down inside to get a handful of his man meat.

“Geezusss, do you need a permit for this?”

He laughed.  “They don’t know I’ve got it,” he joked.

I went to my knees. I had no choice; they were giving out. Besides, it was where I belonged in the presence of this magnificent stud. When I leaned in to press my face against the warm pouch, Brian put his hand on my head and smashed his manhood harder in my face.  I mouthed the pouch, chewing on it gently, till the material was soaked with my spit.  Then I tugged it aside to free his cock and balls.  His cock fell out, meaty and heavy and swung against my face.

“Well, hello there,” I murmured, causing Brian to laugh. I held it in my hand and kissed it all over while it grew longer and harder and I wondered how big it would get, till it was standing straight out. I knelt back to admire it and stroked it gently, drawing back the sheath, pulling the collar back from the wide rim of the head. He was oozing precum and I quickly licked it up.  “Don’t wanta waste it,” I said.

“Are you gonna suck it?” he asked.

“Has a goat got an ass?”  I leaned in and took about half of his cock in my mouth; all I could handle as the head pressed against my throat.

“Awwww, fuck,” he moaned softly and put both hands around my head and I began sucking him.

I sucked him with a reverence. In my mind I was worshipping his body, as he deserved. I wondered if anyone else had ever been where I was.  Very soon, his legs were trembling and he eased me off of his cock.

“You’ve got my legs shaking; I need to sit down,” he said.

“Why don’t you stretch out on the bench,” I said.

He moved over to the bench, straddled it and lay back, his cock standing at a sharp angle way up over his stomach.  I was impressed that it extended well up over his navel, a good nine inches in length. I straddled the bench between his legs and wrapped my hand around his cock, pulling it straight up.

“You done this before?” he asked.

“No.”

“Me either,” he said.

“No kidding! I’m surprised.”

“I’m glad you’re my first, and I’m your first. We’re losing our virginity together,” he said.

I already had his cock in my mouth and I only murmured agreement. He laid his hand on the back of my head again and guided me gently up and down on his cock.  I didn’t need the help but I liked his big hand on my head.

At one point he asked, “Do you think we might do this again sometime?”

I rose up to answer him.  “Are you kidding?” I asked as I stroked his slick cock.  “Let’s just say you’ve just taken out a lease on my mouth.”

“You’re funny,” he said, laughing and I laid one hand up on his stomach to feel his hard abs dancing.

Sucking his cock was pure bliss, made more so by feeling his hard, hairy thighs and running my hands up his sides, and across his chest.

“You like my muscles, don’t you?” he said.

I nodded and murmured around his cock. I found his nipples and tweaked them with my thumbs.

“UUUhhnnnnnn!” he moaned loudly and clasped his hands over mine.

“I like your tits, too,” I said.

“Fuck, I didn’t know I had feelings there.”

“I’ll bet you’ve got feelings a lot of places you don’t know about.”

“Are you gonna show me?”

I was already kissing my way down his balls.  I pushed them up out of the way to kiss lower, dragging my tongue along the crack of his ass.

“Oh, shit, where’re you going with this?”

“I’m showing you where you’ve got feelings,” I said.

He brought his legs up, spread high and wide, to innocently offer his butt to me.  I hunkered down and pulled his butt apart to get to his asshole. I was surprised at what I was doing but I couldn’t help myself. He was the reason I’d turned into a butt man.  I had admired his butt from afar, as did everybody else in school, I just didn’t know why.  And now I had it in my hands and I had to take advantage of that.  I licked up and down his asscrack, wetting the hairs there.  He liked it and he reached down to pull his butt wider apart. He had figured out where I was going and he was going to help me get there. I licked his ass and tongued his puckered hole.  It was delightful the way it clenched, like it was winking at me, inviting me in. I didn’t know if it was a natural reaction but it looked like he was pushing it out. When he did that, I shoved the tip of my tongue in the pucker and the ring closed around it.  He pushed out again and I shoved my tongue deeper.

“Awwwh, fuck, man, you’re gonna eat my ass?”

“Keep pushing out like that,” I murmured and drove my tongue deeper.  Before I had a chance he dug his fingers in close to his hole and stretched it wide open.  I could see the pinkish lining inside, clenching and palpitating, as if begging for more attention.  I gave it.  I clamped my mouth around his hole and drove my stiffened tongue deep inside his, and those palpitating muscles drew me in.

“AAaaahhhh, Godd, Yesss! Do it! Fuckin’ eat my ass!” he cried out.

Novice that I was, I still recognized what gave him pleasure.  I didn’t know he had these kinds of feelings in his ass either but I was determined, now, to explore them. If my tongue felt that good, what about my thumb?  I began massaging his asshole with my thumb and he moaned his pleasure.  His asshole was opening up and using my spit for lube, I eased my thumb inside him. He liked it enough that he pushed back on it but my thumb didn’t reach very far and I decided to use my middle finger.  He liked that even better, and I liked exploring the inside of his ass, so soft and satiny and alive. I had not intended to take this path but it was reaping rewards I hadn’t imagined.  I felt something not too far in; something alive and moving.  Palpitating, almost dancing.  I felt it again and Brian cried out.

I eased away from it, thinking I’d hurt him but he grabbed hold of my wrist to keep my hand there, with a murmured, “You can keep doing that.” 

I explored further, felt its size, about the size of a walnut, and in that moment I realized what I’d found…..his prostate!  I didn’t know all that much about the organ, only that men had it and women didn’t, and now, that it was very obviously something very special. Touching it was driving Brian a little crazy. I gave it more special attention; massaging it gently. He locked his mouth over his forearm to stifle his outcries.

“Geezuss, man, what’d you find in there!” he exclaimed. Then, “Get back on my cock and suck it while you’re doing that!”

I was glad to oblige, convinced that I’d found a critical point of his sexuality.

“Awwh, fuck that feels so good!” he groaned.  “Don’t stop. You’re gonna make me cum…..don’t fuckin’ stop!”

I wanted it to last but I didn’t stop.  If I had, hard telling what he would’ve done to me.  His asshole told me he was about to cum; it suddenly tightened around my finger, then loosened, then sort of fluttered and his prostate went crazy, like a Mexican jumping bean.  The next instant he was cumming, hard spurts of huge ropes of thick cum splattering against my throat, covering my tongue, and very quickly I had a mouthful of cock and cum. Which faced me with a new dilemma; what was I going to do with a mouthful of cum.  I had not thought this far ahead in my fantasies.  In my fantasies about him, Brian jacked off and shot his load on my face. The decision was suddenly a no brainer.  I would swallow it.  I had to. I sure as hell couldn’t spit it out.  That would be the ultimate insult, and it would probably piss him off.

Brian saw my dilemma and told me, “You don’t have to swallow it.”

But I did have to and I clasped his hands around his hard, tight butt to hold him in place and keep his cock swimming in his own man juice while I worked up my courage. Then I started swallowing.

“Aww, fuck, you’re doing it!”

Yeah, I was doing it, like a good soldier.  It took several gulps to get it all down then I milked his cock with my pursed lips before I let it fall free.

“Fuck, man, you didn’t have to do that,” Brian said.

“Yeah, I did.”

“I’m glad you did; it was hot as hell,” he said.

We took a moment to recuperate.

“Do I still have that lease on your mouth?” he asked.

“It’s a lifetime lease,” I said.

“Well, we’d better get back to practicing for your assignment.”

The day of his assignment, I waited for Mr. Langley to call on me. I was nervous at first but after the first two assignments, I was more confident. The other presentations were pitiful. 

“Scott, I believe you are going to identify and explain the muscles of the human body,” he said.

I got up and went to the front of the class. 

“Well, it has to be broken down more than just the human body.  We all know that males and females are put together differently.  Example, females have breasts, males have pectoral muscles. And we know the other differences that I won’t go into right now.  Also, although females have most of the same muscles as a male, for the most part females are smoother in body tone and generally lack the definition of most healthy males.  For that reason, I have chosen the male body.  Also, because I am a male, and therefore, and sadly, I am more familiar with the male body than I am the female body.”

That got me a laugh and loosened my own tension.

“I have enlisted the help of one of our athletes as a live model.  You all know and would you welcome Brian Colson.

On his cue, Brian entered the room wearing a dark blue, satin robe, belted around his waist.  It struck him just below the knees, and he was barefoot.

“Wait! Wait! He’s not……” Mr. Langley began.

“No, he’s not naked under the robe,” I assured the teacher.  “I hope,” I added under his breath. That got me more laughter, but it embarrassed Brian a little.

I began my dissertation with an overview, and at a certain point Brian loosened the belt on the robe.  You could almost feel the anticipation.  I was a little breathless myself wondering for the first time what he would be wearing under the robe.  I assumed his PE shorts, but we had not had any final discussion about it. He opened it and shrugged it off his powerful shoulders.  There were some soft gasps in the room. I hoped I was able to hide my own surprise, for Brian had not worn his gym shorts!  Instead, he had on a pair of white briefs.  By brief….they were about two inches wide at the hips, the waistband dipped in front from the weight of his manhood, and the pouch bulged and strained under it. He was tantamount to being naked; only better. I was afraid to look around at Mr. Langley; instead I waited for him to say something. He didn’t get the chance.

“For the record, this is a professional posing suit I’m wearing,” Brian explained as he handed the robe to Tammy Ballard, sitting in the front row. “Would you hold this for me, please,” he said.

“Of course,” she cooed. Her eyes never lifted from the direct gaze at the bulging briefs.

I still waited a moment for Mr. Langley; by his expression, he was not pleased.  When he didn’t say anything, I spoke up.

“If it appears that I’ve pushed the envelope, this is a demonstration of the muscles of the human male.  All that you see are those muscles, and the garment the model is wearing is no more or less than you might see on a public beach.” In that moment I noticed the hair showing above the waistband of the suit.

When Mr. Langley still didn’t say anything, I went over and picked up the pointer that was on the teacher’s desk. 

“We’ll start at the bottom and work our way up,” I began. 

“Yes, lets,” someone said quietly, causing soft laughter around the room.

“I will only point out the major muscles that are well known and easily visible on the model. Starting at the lower limbs, we have the tibias anterior and gastrocnemius which make up the calf muscles.”  As I spoke I put my hand on Brian’s hip to turn around and show the class from all angles.  Brian turned and flexed his calves.  

“While he’s in this position, up from the calf are the semitendinosus, gracias, the abductor magnus and semimembranosus, all of which make up what we know as the hamstrings.”  I trailed the pointer up the back of Brian’s leg. “And, back around front, the quadriceps.”

Brian turned and flexed his thigh muscles, his left then his right leg.

“Whoa!”

“Wow!”

“Geezuss!”

Brian had massive, impressive thighs, and I lingered for a moment to let the class admire them. Moving up, I went from his thighs up to his neck. Then the traps, shoulders, biceps, triceps and forearms, using the textbook names of each muscle or set of muscles, and lingering to let everyone ogle the athlete’s muscles as he flexed them. Next, the lats and muscles of the back, saving the front till last.  I noticed that Mr. Langley had moved from the side of the room where he leaned back against the windows, to the back of the room where he stood with his arms folded. He looked like he was ready to pounce.

I turned Brian around to face the class again. 

“These are the pectoral muscles,” I said as I trailed the pointer lightly over the big athlete’s chest and he flexed them for me. I noticed he flinched when I touched his nipple. I went on. “Down here are the abdominals, separated into the upper abs, middle abs and the lower abs, together, commonly called the six pack.  Most guys never develop the lower abs but as you can see, Brian has outdone himself with an eight pack.” I let the pointer linger right above the waistband of Brian’s shorts as I spoke, again noting the hair sticking out.

“And that’s my presentation. I would like to thank Brian for his help.”

Before the applause, a feminine voice said, “I would like to see a bit more of the lower abs.”

Everyone laughed.

“I want to see the gluteus maximus. It is a muscle, after all,” another girl said.

“Well, yes it is, but….”  I looked to the back of the room.  “She’s right, Mr. Langley, the butt is one of the most powerful muscles in the male body.”

“We’ve come this far so what the hell,” Mr. Langly said. “That would be up to Brian.”

I looked at Brian, a little surprised that he was nonplussed. 

“Okay, as long as I won’t get in trouble,” he said and with that he turned and pulled down the back of his briefs and tightened and flexed his butt muscles several times.

“Holy Shit!” someone gasped.  It was a male voice that blurted it out. Brian gave it an extra twist by clinching one side then the other, making his butt bounce.

“Oh, My Godd!” That was a female voice. 

“Can we touch!” exclaimed another.

“How about the front, now,” someone said.

“Uhh….sorry, that’s not a muscle,” I said.

“What do you mean it’s not a muscle? You mean I’ve been wasting my time, exercising it all the time?”

The class roared with laughter.  

“If it’s not a muscle, what is it then? It flexes under the right circumstances,” one boy said.

“I think, uhhh…it’s gristle,” I said.

“Yeah, especially the end of it.”

“And that is the end of Scott’s presentation,” Mr. Langley announced firmly as he came up to the front of the class.  “Thank you, Scott, and thank you, Brian, for participating. And, I’m afraid we don’t have time for another presentation.”

“We don’t NEED another presentation, after that one,” someone said.

Just then the bell rang and Tammy stood up and held the robe for Brian. As he slipped into it she patted his ass.

I went with Brian down to the locker room.

“That was awesome, man! I think I aced it,” I was saying excitedly.

“It got close to embarrassing,” Brian said. “I’m surprised Mr. Langley let it go on as long as he did.”

“I was too, but you handled it like a pro. You were great. Thanks. I owe you.”

“Yeah….you do,” Brian said.  “But then you’re already paid in full, with that lease.  But I was thinking….you being gay and all….do you fuck?” he asked with a grin.

“I never have but I could be convinced,” I replied.

“What would it take to convince you?” he asked with his killer grin.

“That smile alone is pretty convincing.  Add that incredible body and you’ve got yourself a piece of ass, as well as blowjobs for life.”

“Well then, I guess we get to lose our virginity all over again.”

At Brian’s gentle urging we arranged what he called a fuck date. He wanted to do it in the locker room during school hours.  He said that’s how he’d pictured it from the moment we talked.  It made sense; the locker room was his natural habitat.  But during school hours would be risky. Still, it sounded exciting as hell and I agreed and came up with a plan to make it happen.  I was so excited about it that I would’ve let him fuck me in the middle of the gym floor with the entire school watching, and probably cheering us on.

I was proud that Brian was seen at my locker. 

“Can’t wait,” he said under his breath. I had to laugh. “Fuck, man, I’m so excited and nervous, I hope I don’t lose my hardon,” he said jokingly.

“No chance,” I said.

“Today, then?” he asked.

“Today, during study hall,” I said.

There was one little detail that needed to be attended to. I went to the drug store on my lunch hour and bought a Fleet, along with a small bottle of lube.

Brian had a permanent pass out of study hall to go to the gym and work out as long as he did his assignments and kept his grades up. He didn’t even both going to study hall to report in.  I got a pass out to work on the school yearbook. I was on the committee so I wasn’t questioned.  I just hope nobody checked on me.

My legs were shaking as I made my way down to the boy’s locker rom.  I let myself in. Brian was in the back lifting weights.  I went back to get him. 

“Here or the locker room,” I asked.

“Here’s fine.  We’ve got our pick of machines,” he said, laughing.

I started taking off my clothes.   So did Brian, only he didn’t have much to take off. My eyes were glued as he shoved his PE shorts down. He kicked them off and I saw that he was wearing his lace up jockstrap. He had the only lace-up jockstrap in school and it was sexy as hell.  It had character.  It was so sexy the way he untied the laces and loosened them and the garment parted and fell off his hips, letting his cock and balls fall free. 

“I’m kinda nervous; how about you?” he said, tugging on his cock. It wasn’t like he was trying to get it hard; it was more like he was giving it his usual greeting, letting it know how proud he was.  And with good reason.  The thing hung out in a slight arch over his hefty balls, thick and meaty, easily six inches or so.  He was cut but still with a generous collar that hugged the gristled rim.  The head was wide, slightly flat, and blunt.  It had a serious look about it; like a strong, proud sentry ready to be called to action. He moved one of the benches aside.

“How do you want me?” I asked when I was down to my shorts.

“Naked,” he replied.

“I know that.  Which machine?” I asked.

“This is one I’ve imagined,” he said as he sat on one of the benches and laid back against the barbell with his arms stretched out over the steel bar. His big cock lolled out over his balls, twitching and pulsating.

I straddled the end of the bench and lay forward, nuzzling my face in his crotch.  I bypassed his cock and went for his balls. His balls were so big and impressive, and sort of smooth, I loved spending time with them. And I would eventually get to his ass.  His cock slowly lifted and swung up over his lower abs, now throbbing.  It stood up, proud and even angry that it was being ignored. Brian pressed his hand on my head and I sucked his balls harder.

“Awww, fuck yeah……suck those big babies,” he moaned, but his hand guided my head when I lifted his wet balls up out of the way and went for his ass.  “Fuck, man, you know how to drive a guy nuts.”

After a while I reared back and told him, “Stand up and turn around; lean over the barbell.”

He took the position, and knowing what I wanted, he pulled the twin mounds of smooth muscle apart for me.  I gave the wide crack a few licks before I zeroed in on the clenching hole. I flicked it a few times then gave it some serious attention. I buried my face in his ass. Godd, I loved rimming his awesome ass!  I wanted to take it further, using my finger, but I refrained.  He wanted to fuck and I didn’t want to take the chance of getting him off and spoiling that for him.  I did him as long as I thought I dared then I straightened and asked him if he was ready.

“You ready to fuck me?” I asked.

He shoved himself up and stepped aside from the bench.  His big cock swung around like a battering ram, causing me some misgivings.

“How do you want me?” I asked.

“Lay back on the bench.”  I did and he took hold of my ankles to lift my legs up.  “Hook your feet under the barbell,” he said.

I did as he said; bent in half, making myself ultra-vulnerable for the onslaught that was to come. 

“The lube is somewhere,” I said, trying to look around for it.

He found it on the floor and uncapped it.  He squeezed some into the crack of my ass then pulled my hole open to let it run inside. There was a look of begging/longing in his dark eyes.

“This is going to be so awesome,” he said.

“That’s one word for it,” I said.

“What word would you use?”

“Frightening?” I said, laughing.

“I know I’m big, but you let me put you in the position you’re in, so I figure if it hurts some, well it was meant to.”

“Your simplified logic isn’t very comforting,” I said.

“You wanta change your mind?”  he asked.

“No.”

“Good, ‘cause I wasn’t going to let you,” he said.

“You would rape me?” I joked.

“It ain’t rape when you’re curled up on the bench like a pretzel and your asshole is winking at me,” he said. 

My breath came short as he moved up to me astraddle the bench and I braced myself when I felt the broad, blunt head of his cock press against my hole.  He pushed and I felt the spongy muscle surrounding my hole give way.  He pushed harder and my hole began to give way to the big intruder.  He didn’t intend it but it felt like a battering ram when he shoved through and slowly buried his cock all the way to his balls.

“Gawwdddd!” I groaned aloud.

“Geezuss, I never felt anything like this in my whole life,” he said.

“That goes double for me,” I said, my voice wavering, for I was afraid I might pass out.  But before that happened I felt the pain begin to subside and the hard throbbing of his huge cock was sending little jolts of pleasure all through me. 

“Feels like you ass is kissing all up and down my cock,” he said.

“It’s trying to push you out.”

“No chance,” he said. He paused a moment longer then asked, “You ready to be fucked?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Yeah. If you wanta change your mind, just say so and I’ll pull out and we’ll forget it.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“Then I take it you’re ready to be fucked.” He eased back, drawing his cock back though my guts till my asshole locked around the head and held on tight. He smiled and tugged back, pulling and stretching my hole.

“I guess you’re gonna get fucked, ‘cause your asshole won’t let go of my cock,” he said.

He began fucking me in slow, steady strokes, withdrawing to the head then plowing back in.  It was wonderful.  So good I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

“Godd, Brian, I never dreamed it would be like this.”

“Me either.  And I’m glad you picked me to lose your virginity with.” He leaned over me, grasping the barbell for support.  “I wonder when it’s gone; when my cock penetrated your hole, or when I went all the way in?  Or do we have to take it all the way before we’re not virgins anymore?  Like let my cum wash it away?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care.  Just fuck me,” I said.

We were well into it when Brian suddenly stopped cold, his head snapped back and his mouth dropped.

“Coach!” he blurted. Then, “Fuck, I thought you locked the door!” he said to me.

“I thought I did.”

“Oh man, I am so busted,” he said.

“Looks like he’s the one getting busted,” Coach said. He moved more to the side and I could see him; his eyes raking over us. “Well, I’ll leave you guys to it. Brian, drop by my office when you’re done,” he said, and with that he left the weight room.

“Do you believe that?” Brian said, “He just walked in on us fucking and he shrugged it off.”

“I seriously doubt that’s the end of it, though,” I said.

“Well, he said he would leave us to it, so do you wanta finish it?” he asked.

“You haven’t lost your hardon and that would be a terrible thing to waste,” I said.

He picked up the pace.  He didn’t want to stop but I thought he was a little uneasy about fucking with the Coach there. It took some of the edge off of it for me but I didn’t want him to stop either.  I had decided that my virginity wouldn’t be gone till he shot his load in me and washed it away.  Which he did in short order.

He was fucking me with gusto while I reveled in the sight of his muscles bulging and rippling.

“Ohhh….Awwh, fuck…..Ohh…..Unnn…..” he groaned as he skewered me. Even his groans were sexy, as was his handsome, screwed up face.

My ass has opened up considerably, making me wonder if it would close up after the pounding he was giving me.

“Oh fuck!  Ohhh….Awhhh….I’m gonna cum!”

The next instant I felt spurts of warm cum bathing my insides.  I squealed with pleasure as I clasped the balled muscles of his shoulders and raked my fingers down his huge biceps.  Brian broke out in a sweat in his face and on his chest and he got so red-faced I feared he might pass out.  But he rode it out till he was drained then he collapsed over me without crushing me with his full weight.  I loved the weight of his sweaty muscles against me. Finally, when he was recovered, he shook his head, sending droplets of sweat flying, and eased himself up. His cock pulled out of my ass with a soft, wet suctioning sound and suddenly I was empty.

“Fuck, you’re wide open,” he said, looking down at my gaping hole.

I was so weak he had to pry my feet from under the barbell and lay me out on the bench.  I clenched my asshole but I felt his cum draining out of me.

I didn’t cum but I didn’t have to.  It was enough just to watch Brian’s magnificent muscles bulging and rippling as he fucked me. I think I might have screamed if he’d made me cum; it was that good. 

“I swear, I’ll make it up to you,” he said as he was catching his breath.

“There’s nothing to make up, but remember you do have a lifetime lease,” I reminded him.

He pulled me up from the bench and rivulets of cum ran down my legs and there was a big pool of cum on the bench.

“I’ll get a towel,” he said.

“No,” I stopped him, then I leaned over and began lapping the stuff up.  He stood gaping at me.  “It’s too precious to go to waste,” I told him.

“You honor and humble me at the same time,” he said.  “Come on, we both need a shower. I’ll tell Coach.”

Back in the shower, I wondered what Brian’s demeanor would be; I was pleasantly surprised.

“That was fucckin’ awesome,” he said as we were soaping up.

“It was,” I agreed.

“Are you closing up?” he asked.

“Feels like somebody drove a Mack truck up there,” I joked.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“I’m fine.  I hope you are.”

“I’m good,” he said with some enthusiasm.

Back in the locker room we went to Coach’s door with towels around our waists and Brian tapped lightly.

“Can we come in, Coach?” Brian asked.

“Of course,” came the reply.

We went in and stood behind the old couch that sat in front of Coach’s desk, holding the towels knotted around our waists.

“For the record, Coach, none of this is his fault,” Brian said. “I forced him.”

“That’s a lie!” I cut in quickly.

Coach sat behind his desk, leaned back with his fingers interlocked across his massive chest.

“Well, maybe not forced him, but look at me and look at him; he didn’t have much choice, did he?” Brian said.

“I was a willing partner, Coach,” I said.  “We wanted to lose our virginity together.”

“I doubt there was much virginity left for Brian to lose,” Coach said.

“With guys,” Brian said. He shifted his weight nervously, tugging on the knot at his hip.  “So, you’re not going to bust me on suspicion of being gay?  ‘Cause I’m not.”

Coach chuckled, leaning back in his chair.  “I don’t give a rat’s ass if you are gay; either one of you.  Boys have experimented around since the beginning of time, and that’s likely all this was.  So Brian, go get dressed.  Scott, stick around for a moment.”

“He’s not in trouble, is he?” Brian asked, sounding defensive.

“He’s not in trouble.  You have my word on that,” Coach said.

Satisfied with that, Brian left, closing the door behind him.  I stayed standing behind the couch, wondering why I was held back.

“You’re not going to turn me in, are you?” I asked.

“No, of course not.  Who would I turn you in to?  Being gay is not a crime.  No, I was wondering if you might want to put your…..uh, talents to good use.”

“What do you mean?”

“You like Brian,” he said.

“Everybody likes Brian,” I said.

“But you like him for a special reason. You like his body….his muscles….his big cock, and how he makes you feel.”

“That goes without saying.  That goes with being gay,” I said.

“There are some other pretty hot athletes in my sports program.”

“Yes, I know.”

“How would you like to be the team manager, for all the teams?”

“I don’t know what a team manger does.”

“You would look after the gear, make sure everything is ship-shape in the locker room, order replacement gear, make sure there are clean towels, sort of pick up after the guys and do the laundering of the towels, and there are always some jockstraps and stuff left laying around to toss in.  It would mean you would travel with the team.”  He seemed to let his last words hang out there.

“That’s not all…..is it?  I mean, you’re not….saying everything, are you?” I said.

“You’re a smart guy; you can figure out the rest.”

“Would I be accepted? By the guys, I mean.  I’m not going to set myself up for harassment and ridicule.”

“I’m sure you would be accepted with open arms.  Or open legs, as the case might be.  Riding on the bus to another school, you could get the boys pumped up.  Riding back after a win, you give them their just rewards; after a loss you could offer them your special brand of consolation.”

“I would have to be sure of that first; that I would be accepted. I’m not going to expose myself to any homophobes,” I told him.

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.”

“How?  Are you going to force our players to have sex with me?”

“No.  They can opt out.  But anybody gives you any shit, he’s off the team.”

“That’s pretty severe,” I said.

“Maybe so but I’ll make it very clear,” he said sternly.

I thought it over for about a minute; about being the center of attention on a bus load of horny jocks needing to be rewarded or consoled. A bus load of hard cocks needing to be serviced and all of those balls needing to be emptied. It was an offer I couldn’t turn down.

“You would have a neat jacket to wear with Team Manager and your name on it,” Coach said.

“You just sold me,” I said.

“Great!’

“By the way, does that include you, Coach; all the consoling and rewarding?”

“Hey, I feel just as bad as the boys do about losing a game, or winning,” he replied.

                                                         The End

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On harvest day, I decided that I would stay home. I told my parents I wasn’t feeling well.

‘You look well enough,’ said my mother.

My father looked at me suspiciously. ‘Lad, you’re eighteen now. When it’s your fields you’ll have to do it yourself, hale or sick.’

I replied, in my best croaking voice, that I was so ill I couldn’t rise from my bed. They both went off, shaking their heads, to the join the rest of the village bringing in the harvest.

It was a golden day in early autumn, the last hot day of the year perhaps. Why waste it toiling in the fields? Coming home scratched bloody by the stubble, exhausted, back aching? Not for me. I waited a decent amount of time until the villagers had left and then I headed down to the pond. The sun beat on my skin, warming me deliciously. I took my boots off and let my feet dangle in the cool waters of the pond and watched the lazy clouds’ meander across the pale blue sky. I daydreamed about Elsa, the girl in the village that I liked the most, of her milky skin, and what lay beneath her smock. I hoped that one day she might let me see. Perhaps even touch. A pleasant warmth grew around my crotch. Between that and the heat of the day, I felt my eyelids become heavy, and I fell asleep.

Sometime later, I awoke, and the warmth had gone.

A shadow lay across me, cast by a towering presence.

A face, twice the size of mine, peered down at me. Thick lips, eyes the size of fists beneath bushy overgrown eyebrows, a wart sprouting thick black hairs. It was the ogre. A wave of terror washed over me. I screamed for help knowing as I did that all the village, even the children, were miles away. The ogre’s huge hand slammed across my face, knocking the scream from my lips. He grabbed me and with one hand slung me over his shoulder. Easy at that, I was captured.

I tried to fight back, slamming a fist into his immense back, but the ogre squeezed my legs so tight I feared my bones might break, and I realised to fight him was futile. He strode off into the gloom of Bracken Woods. I watched the village where I had spent my entire life shrinking behind us, fear coiling in my belly. All my life I hated how small the village was, how boring. Now as the ogre carried me off into the woods for who knew what purpose I felt tears of longing and loneliness well within my eyes, run down my face and fall uselessly to the ground.

For hours, he carried me, one hand encircling both my ankles. In the other, he clutched a bulging bag, wriggling with chickens, stolen from the village. I bumped along over his shoulder, my head dizzy. I didn’t fall, though he had no other care for my comfort. Up close, my nostrils were filled with the animal stench of him, grimy and sweaty. I stopped crying after a while and began to wonder what my fate might be. Stories of the ogre were common in the village, used to frighten the children. A smashed window or a vanished goat would be blamed on the creature. If the destruction ever got too much, the men in the village would gather pitchforks and take turns taking watch. It was said he longed to feast on human flesh, though I had never heard of a person being taken before. As we bumped and banged into the woods, I began to imagine his teeth tearing into me. I only prayed that the end would be quick, and there would not be too much pain.

In the depth of the woods, the trees grew taller and the rare flashes of sunlight rarer. The ogre followed no path that I could see, heading deeper and deeper into the darkness.

Late in the afternoon, we came to a clearing on a small, treeless hill. On the crest stood a ramshackle two-storey house, as lonely and forbidding a place as I had ever seen. Its windows had no glass and its roof sagged to one side. No sign of life could I detect, apart from a pair of crows perched on a ledge. As the ogre pushed through the door into the cold darkness, I saw the crows take wing and disappear into the woods.

I had no time to take in my surroundings. The ogre dumped the sack of chickens in the hallway, then carried me up a set of stairs that creaked alarmingly under his bulk, and into a wide, tall room where stood a large bed, its ironwork frame speckled with rust. The window showed the treetops, and a rag of curtain flapped in the wind. 

He slung me from his shoulder and dumped me at the foot of the bed. I lay in a tangle, confused, dizzy and terrified. This was it. He would dash my brains from my head, I hoped, before he began to gnaw on me. Somehow, I found the courage to turn my gaze up to his face.

He was looking back at me, eyes narrowed. For hours we had travelled, I realised, but had not been able to see one another properly. He was more horrible than I remembered, with a huge, bulbous nose and a thinning thatch of pale, lifeless hair that dropped down either side of his misshapen face. His eyes were grey, and possessed of a strange, inhuman cunning. They regarded me for a time, and I trembled under his stare. 

I knew now that my death would not be quick, for there was a cruelty to the ogre’s expression. He hated us humans in the village, perhaps even feared us, forced to live in this lonely mansion, miles from anywhere, eating whatever scraps he could scavenge. And now he had one of the hated villagers in his grasp, and a young male at that, he had a chance to take revenge.

A mad thought occurred to me that I might dash across the room and fling myself from the window. But I knew that the ogre was quicker, and besides after hours of disuse, my legs felt like jelly.

I stared into the face of my death.

‘Please,’ I said. ‘Please…’ I did know if the creature could even speak my language. He said nothing. His lips twisted into a cruel smile. 

He pushed his breeches down. His naked legs were wide as an oak tree, and at the place where they joined, his enormous cock and huge, dangling balls hung beneath a patch of thick wiry hairs. He grasped his penis, perhaps the width and length of my forearm, and from it a hot stream of piss spurted out. I had no time to react before the steaming liquid was on my face, in my eyes and mouth, coating my face and hair and soaking through my clothes. It stank of meat. I shut my eyes and closed my mouth, but not before a decent mouthful of the viscous, foul liquid could get in, which I was forced to swallow. Soon I was drenched. He hadn’t stopped for a leak on our whole journey, and now he coated me with the contents of his entire bladder. I tried to stay brave, but I could not help a shuddering moan escape my lips as he soaked me. Then I felt the stream slacken, from a hose to a stream, then a final few drops. 

I opened my eyes. The ogre had already pulled his breeches up. He found a thick cord in the room, and with a few swift movements, lashed my hands to the bedstead. Then he strode out, and I was alone. 

I lay on the floor, arms tied above my head, legs curled into my chest. I could hear the creature clattering around beneath me, then the outside door slammed shut. 

No one would come looking for me. They would think I had run away, perhaps even accuse me of stealing the chickens. My mother would miss me I knew, but other than that, they would soon forget about me. Covered in the creature’s cold, stinking piss, I shivered. I was utterly alone.

END OF PART ONE

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There are many wonderful kinks in the world for us to experiment with and pick which ones we enjoy. But for me, there is none more fun to play with than Pup Play. When you mention the words “pup play” to someone, you’re bound – get it, you’re bound, HA! – Anyway, you’re bound to get an odd look because most don’t understand it. Some assume that’s the new term used for people describing themselves as a furry or some even go as far as to assume you’re admitting to them that you’re attracted to actual, biological dogs (bestiality). But it’s not either of those. Pup play is its own thing which proudly stands as a wonderful and ruff-ing good time without coming close to furry or bestiality. While some of my friends who are pups as well, all of whom are members of my pack, understand the difference; many still do not and thus I decided to write this how-to guide to explain not only what Pup Play is but how it works and some of the “rules” of the playfulness.

What is Pup Play?

 Pup Play is the new form of BDSM (Bondage, Discipline, Submission, and Masochism). While some still like to be bound, gagged, and hung from a swing while getting their ass fucked by their dominant partner – wow that would be amazing by the way -, some kinky lovers like to go a little farther into the roles of dominant and submissive by playing the characters of Pup and Handler.

The best way to describe it is by thinking of a normal kink such as schoolboy and teacher or nurse and patient. Just like with these sets of kinks, there are no real rules to Pup Play. Just because one man is the schoolboy doesn’t mean he’s the bottom in a sexual act and the teacher is the top. Let’s face it, we have all seen adult films where the teacher lets his schoolboy be the top. Similarly, just because a man is a Pup doesn’t mean he’s the bottom in a sexual act and the Handler is the top. A handler could very easily allow his Pup to ride him doggie-style in a Pup Play night.

An important thing to note is that if both of you or your entire “pack” of pups want to play then it is perfectly fine to switch up the roles from time to time so neither of you has to always be the pup or the handler.

But most importantly, liking Pup Play doesn’t mean you want to be an actual dog. Some people seem to get confused when they start thinking about some members of the LGBTQ identifying as neither a man or a woman. Some seem to hear the words Pup Play and think some of us identify as actual puppies. And I’m sure there is someone, somewhere who identifies this way but for the most part, Pup Play is simply a BDSM role we play on very special nights with our friends and our partners.

How Are We Introduced to Pup Play?

 For some, we are introduced to Pup Play through our partners. For instance, when you get a boyfriend, they might enjoy it and ask to try it out one day in the bedroom. For others, it is something we find at a gay bar or a gay pride event. And for others like me, we just stumble upon Pup Play one night when we are searching for a more interesting porn than the normal twink video. For me, that was the case. I stumbled upon a porn where a guy was holding a leash to a boy in the middle of the screen who was kneeling on the floor and looking up at him and his friend, who the handler invited over so they could both get blowjobs from the pup. I realized that night that I freaking loved Pup Play and I needed to not only experiment with it more but dive in when I someday found a boyfriend. And you might ask why I knew I loved Pup Play just from one video. Well, I shot more than I ever did in my life that night because of it and that’s how I knew it was for me.

When I went to my first gay pride event, I saw a group of pups walking around with masks and leashes on and I went right over to join in the party. I didn’t have a mask or any gear but one bark and I was in the middle of the puppy circle and I joined the rest in dancing to the music and howling at the air.

Why Play Pup?

For some, it’s a chance to let your inner animal out to play. A chance to let your wild side show a bit and not be so refined to actual, human words or actions for a few hours. For others like me, it could include that but it’s also a way to play the dominant and submissive roles a bit in the bedroom and shake up the normal…to add a little spice to your love life if you will.

The Pup (Submissive):

Being the Pup means throughout the night of fun you are going to get told what to do and when to do it. You must follow your Handlers’ orders and if you don’t, expect to be disciplined.

The Handler (Dominant):

Being the Handler means you give the orders. You have to tell your Pup when you want something done, what you want done, and how you want them to do it. If they don’t follow your orders precisely then you need to teach your Pup that you are in charge, otherwise they will take over your home.

The Gear:

 There are hundreds of items you could use in the bedroom to compliment the Pup Play lifestyle; however, there are some key items you may want to get for the bedroom to get things started. Some of them are expensive but there are cheaper alternatives to each of them or you could opt not to get that piece of gear until you see how much you enjoy the roles after a few nights with your partner or party.

Mask – These come in a variety of colors, sizes, and designs. Some like me opt to use a headband with puppy ears from an adult Halloween costume instead of an expensive mask. One day I would love a mask but at the moment, all I could afford is a headband with pup ears which suits me and my kink perfectly fine. Plus, my ears are absolutely adorable and comfortable.

Bone or Gag – Some choose to go all out and get a proper sex gag for this but for me, I prefer to have a bone to chew on like a real dog. The only time I am allowed to put down the bone and let it out of my mouth during playtime is when I have my handler’s bone in my mouth instead. This also allows us to play fetch and other games in the bedroom to get us both in the mood.

Collar and Leash – This is so you can never walk too far from your handler and so you don’t just run away or get stolen. While you could purchase your own collar and leash from an adult shop which is specific to Pup Play, this can get quite expensive for an item you won’t be wearing every day, all day while out and about at your job and such. For this reason, I suggest getting a collar and leash from an online store like Amazon where you can find a wide and comfortable collar which is big enough to fit your neck and a leash at a more affordable price. Sure, they are made for actual dogs but no one will notice the difference.

Harness – This isn’t a mandatory item and is only used if you want to spend the money on a proper harness and want something more substantial to connect your leash to instead of something around your neck which could potentially choke you if you aren’t careful in the bedroom.

Tail – I’ll be honest, I had no idea this was a thing until a member of my pack showed me his and I was amazed. Tails come in two variations. One is called Show Tails and is connected to your belt of your pants for outdoor use and the other is called a Pup Play Butt Plug and is actually inserted like a Butt Plug into your anus and is kept there until your Handler replaces it with his bone during sex.

Paws – Many pups decide to cover their hands and knees to protect them from hard flooring while walking on their hands and knees or during bedroom play. This prevents them from using their hands to caress their partner during sex which goes even further into the whole role of not being able to use their hands and having to use their tongue, mouth, and ass even more. You could go the more economical route and just get a set of gloves and kneepads from your local hardware store. Unless you tell the cashier what they are for, no one will know why you’re truly buying them.

Partner Play / Pack Play / Pup Mosh:

 Partner play is when a Pup and his handler have sex all on their own while playing the roles of handler and pup. Pack play is when a group of pups who all know each other and are friends with one another get together to play all together with or without their handlers in attendance. Think of this like a puppy play date. This may mean the pups get together to chase balls around a park or a backyard or play with their toys. But this may also mean they have sex with one another all night long. Pup mosh may describe a friendly meetup of pups who do not know each other to play or meet up together to have sex in a group setting.

It’s important to remember that not everyone likes Pup Play so be courteous of others. If you decide to meet up in a Pack or Mosh, remember to ask the bar or the event if they are Pup-friendly. And for goodness sake, don’t try humping or rubbing your muzzle in someone’s lap if you don’t already know they like Pup Play just as much as you.

Being a Part of a Pack:

A Pup can have an unlimited number of friends. For a biological puppy, their group of friends is called a pack and thus, that’s where we get our name for our groups. A pack can just be a group of friends who all mutually love Pup Play. They could also be a group of Pups who get together on play dates and play with their puppy toys and such in games such as fetch. They could also go as far as to have doggie-style sex with one another and still go home to their handlers (if they are in open relationships). Or they could also just be friends who share toys and advice with one another but who never meet in person.

For my pack, we are a group of friends who have known each other long before we knew we all liked Pup Play and long before we came out as gay. When we did find that out, we shared pictures of our toys with one another, sexted each other quite a bit in the beginning, and we still share advice with one another on a regular basis. But now that we all have boyfriends, we don’t sext or even think about sex with one another anymore.

“Rules” of Pup Play:

 While there are no set and strict rules of Pup Play, many general guidelines can be followed at first to get you started. This way you can see what you like and don’t like and change things up to fit how you want to play in the bedroom.

• The handler and pup need to have an immense amount of respect for one another before entering their roles. This way if the handler decides to punish the pup for something during their roles, they don’t assume it means more than what the roles intend it to mean. During pup play, a pup may lightly bite their handler just for the sole reason that they want to get spanked. Sometimes a pup will purposefully act up or not follow a command just so they get punished. For this reason, it is not advisable to play the handler and pup roles during “make-up sex” as it may get confusing as to what punishment or command is simply the role and what is a carry-over from the fight earlier.
• Both the pup and the handler need to understand what each other is comfortable with before playing the roles. It is not advisable to play these roles the first time you have sex with one another as you may not be aware of what is comfortable for one another yet. Playing these roles allows you some freedom but that doesn’t mean you can go beyond what your partner is comfortable with. For instance, if you have a rather large dick and your partner doesn’t like it when you shove it deeper into their mouth than they can handle; if you play the role of the handler one night, you need to still work your role inside of that boundary and not shove your dick farther in than your partner is comfortable with. Neither of you should ever feel uncomfortable during this roleplay as it is only meant to enhance your sexual experience and love for each other, not cause you discomfort or hatred.
• If you play the role of the Pup, you need to dress the part all day. This isn’t just a nighttime role in the bedroom. Consider wearing a jockstrap all day long. Make your handler buy all the food during your date that night as a real owner of a dog would.
• If you play the role of the Handler, take your pup to the park and walk around with him. He has the option of getting on all four paws in front of other people depending on how comfortable he is with other people seeing him and how uncomfortable those people may be around the situation but this shows him that you want him to be your pup later that night and shows him you love him and will take him to his favorite spot in town. If you want your pup to love you and follow your orders, you need to show him respect and love first.
• A pup can buy his own leash and collar before they meet a perfect handler but once you become boyfriends, know your pup wants you to tag him. And by this I do NOT mean brand him, I mean he wants you to get a dog tag at a local pet shop and write your name and your phone number on it just like you would for a real puppy. This way if he gets lost, he can always be identified by his pup name and find his way back home to you. If your boyfriend likes pup play but doesn’t have a collar and leash yet, know this is a perfect Birthday or Christmas present for them. Even if you are not into Pup Play, you should be the one to get him his collar and tag no matter what. Your boyfriend likes it and you should be willing to meet him half way and allow him to indulge every once in a while. But also know if you give them a tag with your name on it, you are their handler for hopefully life and because it is the ultimate sign of love you can show your pup, he very well might take you to his bedroom and let you fuck him again and again for seven days straight after words. For this reason, never give your pup a collar or any pup sex items while around friends or family. Just because both of you are into the roles doesn’t mean your families and friends will be – and your boyfriend might not ever want his friends or family to know. That said, he might take some selfies or want you to take his picture with his new collar and tag so he can show all his pup friends in his pack.

These next few really depend on how far into the role you want to play but I like them all so I wanted to mention them before we start talking about rules in the bedroom.

• A pup’s home is not the house you live in. A pup’s “home” and safe place is in their handler’s crotch. It is the only place they feel safe in and thus, they rest their head in their owner’s crotch as much as possible. They greet their handler after a day of work with rubbing their nose (muzzle) into their handler’s crotch area. This is extra fun for both the pup since he likes his “home” and likes his handler’s bone most of all but for the handler it is fun too since it’s basically like your pup groping you with their head when you come home from work.
• Some pups also decide to greet their handlers at the door after a day at work with a blowjob since (even though the pup may have a real job too) they are playing the part of a puppy who was home all day and alone, waiting for their owner.
• A pup can only piss outdoors in their backyard. If you have a backyard that is fenced in with privacy fencing, you must go outside to relieve yourself all day and all night. Because of the mess, many pups still take a number 2 in their toilets but many pups still piss outside in their yard.
• As a pup; because you will be on all four paws and most humans cannot take a piss without touching their dick, your owner must take you out every time you have to go and he is the only one who can touch your dick to make you start your stream.
• You and your partner can decide on this one but many pup couples decide to go one step further. Whoever is playing the role of the pup that night must wrap their lips around their handler’s cock whenever their handler has to take a piss and drink every drop – aka, drink from the tap. Other couples decide to have the handler give their pup a golden shower every time they shower together. This requires the pup to get down on all fours in the shower or outside in an enclosed backyard and while completely nude, sit like a pup would with his front paws on the ground but sitting on his butt or just lie on their back, all the while getting pissed on by their handler. The handler can decide if he wants to piss just on their pup’s belly or if he wants to shoot some on his pup’s face and dick too.
• You must only wear pup outfits around the house. If company comes over one day, this rule changes but otherwise you as a pup have to be on all four paws and never wear human clothes around your house. You are merely allowed a jockstrap to prevent you from seeing your dick all day and it bouncing around and hurting you. Otherwise, pup outfits, pup tail butt plug and collar all day, every day while you are home.
• Most handlers decide to cage their pups while they are away from one another. This way the pup can’t get into any trouble. This could mean having an actual dog kennel in your home your pup goes into when you go to the store or it could mean (and for most it means) getting a cock cage and putting it on your pup so they cannot get aroused without it hurting them. This way the pup cannot touch himself to jerk off or play with others. The only time he is allowed to cum is when his handler allows him to.
• For most handlers, they allow their pup to eat at the kitchen table like everyone else when company comes over but for most, when no one else is around, the pup can eat at the table but he has to eat out of a dog bowl instead of off a plate or human bowl. For some, they don’t allow even this. The pup must sometimes eat from their dog bowl off the floor and scraps the handler decides to give them. That said, only do this every so often as extensive use of this treatment can lead to the actual human playing the role of the pup becoming depressed and not thinking of himself as an equal to the handler. Again, this goes back to making sure you have the utmost respect for one another and both understand you are only playing roles like characters in a play.
• For some couples, the pup must service the handler with their mouth before they are fed their nightly meal in order to thank the handler for cooking. For others, the pup is allowed to eat their meal first but has to service their handler after a meal to have his desert.
• Pups can get a shower in the human shower but it is up to the handler to wash them, just like a real puppy would be like. For some couples, the pup must wash the handler and then wash himself. For others, the handler must wash both himself and the pup. And for others still, the pup washes the handler and the handler washes the pup.
• Most handlers allow their pups to sleep right beside them in bed and this is good to build a healthy relationship with closeness every night. But some handlers make pups sleep on their dog beds on the floor on certain nights to entice the roles a little further. It is important not to overuse this as it may cause you and your partner to drift apart from not sleeping side-by-side.
• At all times during a relationship but especially during sex, the handler must show his appreciation to his pup by praising him. This could be by saying “good puppy” and petting behind his puppy ears or praising the pup while jerking or groping the pup’s dick through his jockstrap.

Now finally onto the fun part, Pup Play Sex Rules:

• If a handler is in the mood for sex, the pup must do as he is told – but if the pup is not comfortable, the handler has to have the respect and love for the pup enough to know when is not the right time.
• If the pup is in the mood, they cannot say it to their owner. They must show it by dry-humping furniture or their handler’s leg or rubbing their cock against their handler’s ass to show their handler what they want.
• To take off the handler’s clothing, the pup must use his teeth like a real pup would and only use his paws but not his fingers. The handler can help with this but try your best to immerse yourself in the role early on into the night.
• During sex, a pup must wear his full pup outfit. This includes having a bone in his mouth, his pup tail butt plug in his ass (which many pups choose to use lube to insert so it doesn’t have as much friction), his collar and leash on (and possibly harness), and any sort of mask or other items on at all times. The only time a pup is allowed to not have his bone in his mouth is if the handler has his dick in his pup’s mouth and is getting a blowjob from the pup. The only time the pup is allowed to not have the tail in his ass is when his handler is using his ass for anal play.
• During sex, a pup must only use puppy words such as ruff and woof to respond to commands. Some couples decide to allow the pup to use some human phrases such as “I want your milk”, “it tastes so good daddy”, and “Can I get my treat now?” among others.
• If the handler decides to be the bottom in their bedroom, the pup must do as he is commanded and be the top but since he is a pup, he doesn’t know any other way to be a top than in the doggie-style position so the handler must understand this. You can use other positions other nights but when in these roles of pup and handler many opt to stay true to their characters and only do things doggie-style.
• Regardless, the pup must first sniff his handler’s ass to get himself aroused first and to identify his handler since this is how real puppies identify one another.
• If the handler decides to be the top in the bedroom, the pup cannot touch himself until the handler is done and has cummed wherever the handler wanted to shoot his load. Again, this is where trust and respect come into play where if the handler knows their pup doesn’t like swallowing cum, then they shouldn’t force their pup to do so after they shoot their load in their pup’s mouth.
• Only when instructed is the pup allowed to even consider touching himself. Typically, during Pup Play sex, the pup must keep his dick inside of his jockstrap or not touch it at all, not even the handler touches his pup’s dick until the handler cums first unless the handler decides differently. This way the pup builds up as much precum as possible and soaks his jockstrap which the pup may want to sniff.
• Typically, in Pup Play how the pup is allowed to cum depends on how good of a job he did as a pup. For instance, if he did really well as a pup and didn’t act up too much, the handler may decide to allow the pup to fuck him doggie-style and cum in the handler’s ass. If the pup acted up a few times, the handler may decide the pup is only allowed to get a blowjob to make him cum. If a pup bites the handler, the handler may decide the pup is only allowed to jerk himself off or hump the mattress or pillows until he cums. And if a pup doesn’t follow orders a lot or bites the handler a lot, the handler may decide the pup is not allowed to cum at all. This encourages the pup to do a good job and keep following orders. For this reason, if the pup wants a certain thing to get him off, he knows exactly how much to act up to get that reward. Some pups want anal as a reward so they are a perfect pup. Some prefer to get blowjobs so they act up a little. And so on.
• If a pup wants to be punished, he can sometimes not follow an order or lightly bite his handler. It is important to not bite too hard as to not actually hurt the handler but just enough to get the point across that you’re trying to be a bad puppy and trying to get punished.
• While a pup may like to get punished, he cannot show it at any time. He must turn around and get spanked on the ass or get lightly choked or something similar and at no point can show he enjoys it even though he should.
• If a handler decides to cum inside of his pup’s ass, the pup must keep it there and not run to the bathroom right away to push it out. He must keep it there and sleep on his side or belly as to keep the cum in his ass as long as possible until morning. The handler may also decide to put the pup tail butt plug back into the pup’s ass after sex as to ensure his cum stays in his pup all night.
• If the handler decides to cum in his pup’s mouth and if the pup is okay and used to swallowing his load, the pup must hold the load in his mouth until his handler approves of him swallowing it. The handler must give permission within a reasonable time frame but still the rule stands, he can’t swallow until commanded to.
• If the pup is rewarded with a blowjob as for doing a good job, the handler must not swallow his pups load unless he really wants to. Most times, he must feed his pup’s milk back to his pup through a French kiss or just by letting it drip into his pup’s mouth.
• If a pup is only allowed to jerk himself off after doing a good job but after acting up a little for his handler, the pup must wipe up his cum off of his chest with his paws and lick himself clean. He isn’t allowed to get a shower after but has to sleep like that all night.
• So far, we’ve mentioned the bedroom but a handler can decide he wants his pup to service him at anytime, anywhere – even in public if both of them, and those around them are comfortable with the situation. Some pup play nights at bars or nudist camps are even open to pups servicing their handlers in the middle of their bar but check to make sure of this before just pulling your dick out for all to see. A good sign this is allowed is if you see other pups doing the same when you enter. I’ve even heard of nudist camps where pups walk around with their tails in and service their handlers wherever they like out in the open. And there’s even trails you can take in the woods to find a lonely pup who is willing to service you or a lonely handler looking to be serviced. Again, it’s important to remember what your partner is comfortable with before entering the roles so if your partner doesn’t want to do anal without lube and condoms, do not force him to do anal in a secluded area without lube or condoms. With that said, the handler could take his pup for a walk and mid-walk decide he wants his pup to service him either by mouth or ass in the woods or in a secluded restroom or in his car. It is the pup’s job to be there to service his handler at anytime, anywhere. If the pup is not comfortable with a certain situation, the handler must have the respect and love for the pup enough to realize the difference between playful disobedience and plain and simple discomfort in a situation.

With all of this said, these rules are mere suggestions which you may change slightly to fit your wants and needs. But regardless, have fun out there fellow Pups.

I was practically in heat on a Saturday night and didn’t have any plans.  I thought I could satisfy myself with toys and porn, but it had the opposite effect.  After a couple hours of perusing Twitter and Tumblr, watching some hardcore porn, chatting with a few men, fucking myself with a large dildo, and spraying cum all over my screen, I wanted cock even more than before.  I decided to go to a club by myself, which was a first for me.  I went through my usual pre-fuck rituals of showering, making sure I was still smooth, cleaning myself out, and dressing up to show my butt.  That night I went with skinny jeans and a tight t-shirt.  I also made sure that I was wearing some sexy blue briefs that made my ass pop.  I double checked myself and headed out.

I got to the club a little before midnight.  There was a line, cover, and I had to get my hands marked, but seeing the large crowd of men was well worth it.  As the many eyes darted around the room, I caught a few of them checking me out.  I decided to be bold and hit the dance floor.  Within minutes I had several men were watching me shake my ass and gyrate my hips.  They were looking at me like a piece of meat, but I was the one eating it up.  The dancing soon turned to grinding as I backed up to a hot guy that had been looking.  His cock was obviously pretty big and pushing against his jeans.  I put my butt right on his bulge and starting circling.  His hands gently explored my body as we practically fucked in front of everyone.  When he turned me around for a kiss, I melted and the music faded away.  Within minutes of only using our bodies, I wanted him to strip me naked and drill his cock into me right there.  The kiss had me in a daze and my knees were feeling weak.  I pulled him close so that I could speak directly into his ear:  “Wanna get me out of here?”

I felt very accomplished after spending about 20 minutes in the club and leaving with one of the hottest men there.  He looked to be around 30, muscular, clean cut, with a little stubble on his face.  He had taken my hand and was walking me towards his car.  We were suddenly very talkative, but only to quickly discuss ourselves and what we were doing.  We got in his car, a newer model Mercedes sedan, and he said he didn’t live far.  In no time, my hand was groping his bulge.  He was telling me how he hadn’t had sex in weeks and had been horny all day.  I shared the events of my evening with him as we both smiled excitedly.  His condo looked nice enough as we pulled into the small garage.  Once we got inside, he wasted no time leading me to the bedroom.  We stood near the bed and kissed before he started taking off my clothes.  First my shirt came off and I stood for him to look me over.  I began unbuttoning my jeans and told him that I would need help pulling them off my legs.  I flopped back on the bed and held my legs up.  He yanked my jeans off and my legs immediately separated.  I gave him a good look at my cute little briefs before I rolled over to show him my butt.  I thought I was putting on the show for him, but when he removed his shirt, I was in awe.  His chest was solid, abs showing slightly, and very little hair.  He told me that he usually worked out to get his mind off sex, but it hadn’t worked that day.  I had a smile from ear to ear as I stood up to kiss him again, feel his chest, and then unbuckle his belt.  I wanted to taste his cock.

His jeans dropped allowing his bulge to expand in his boxers, which did little to hold back his erection.  I gave his dick a gentle squeeze and then dropped to my knees.  My fingers slipped under his waste band as I began lowering his boxers.  I stared directly at his bulge as if I was unwrapping a present.  When his cock broke free, it was pointed directly at me and only inches from my lips.  He was around 8 inches, cut, had a nice head, decent thickness, and was already hard enough to show veins engorged up his shaft.  I opened wide and began slowly working him into my mouth.  My tongue and lips worked quickly to make sure his shaft was wet.  He recently trimmed pubes stayed out of the way as I got to taste his manly flesh for the first time.  I had told him that I was going to do my best to deepthroat him, but wasn’t sure if I could.  As his head slipped farther into my mouth, I tasted a dose of precum swirling around my tongue.  It tasted like candy to me and I let out a moan.  I pulled back and stroked him as I took some time to breath.  His glistening cock was hard as rock just under the slippery skin.  I relaxed my throat and leaned in.  He slid directly into my throat I heard a load moan followed by some encouraging praises.  His pubes were tickling my nose at this point as I held his cock long enough to accept being impaled.  I pulled back to get some air and pushed forward again.  This started a rhythm of his head popping in and out of my expanding throat.  He was breathing very heavily and he exclaimed that he’d never had a boy swallow his whole cock before.  I continued doing what I do best and he continued moaning loudly.  It took about twenty seconds more before he yelled that he was going to cum.  I knew it was probably going to happen, so I pulled back so that my lips could wrap tightly around the sensitive spot just behind his head.  I began stroking his shaft and I felt his hand grab my skull.  He held my head in place as he dumped a massive amount of cum into my mouth one dose at a time.  I happily swallowed up every drop and made sure to milk him for all he was worth.  As his hand let go and I sat back, I feared that our fun might have been over.  Thankfully, he had other plans.

He took a few seconds to catch his breath before complimenting me on my oral skills.  He said he needed another drink and offered me one as well.  Without an ounce of modesty, he stood naked in the kitchen pouring whiskey over ice.  I was still in my briefs and had only wiped the slobber from my lips as I followed him.  I was told that I needed to catch up and he asked if I liked shots.  The questions was mostly rhetorical since there was already a single shot on the counter which he then handed to me.  I wasn’t accustomed to chasing cum with whiskey, but I gulped it down.  It burned, but thankfully I knew exactly how to control my gag reflex.  We sat at the table and talked for a little while.  I took a couple more shots and then asked for a water.  I was staring at his cock off and on, which he seemed very pleased with.  I was smiling the entire time and he made sure that I always had a good view of his manhood.  When he finished his drink, he grabbed a couple bottles of water and we headed back to the bedroom.

I was told to lay flat on my stomach.  I was on one side of the bed with my head turned towards him.  His cock was beginning to stiffen again as I felt him touch my back.  His powerful hands massaged my back and shoulders for a few minutes until I was thoroughly relaxed.  He found his way down to my butt and groped it gently through my briefs.  He spoke slowly and in a relaxing tone about how hot I looked on the dance floor and that he almost shot a load in his jeans when I was grinding on him.  He claimed I was the hottest boy in the club and was happy to have me all to himself.  I felt his hand reach under my briefs and his middle finger quickly found my little hole.  He teased it for a few seconds before pulling my briefs down to my knees.  I couldn’t quite see what he was doing, but the way he was playing with my cheeks and touching my hole made it feel like an inspection.  He opened the nightstand and pulled out a few things.  I felt the lube drip into my crack and his finger immediately working it around.  He slid a finger inside me as he told me about how much he wanted to fuck me.  He worked it around as he described what ran through his head on the dance floor.  His fingers began a fucking motion as he detailed the thought that nearly sent him over the edge.  After another dose of lube and his fingers exploring me led to the words ‘fuck me’ just slipping out of my mouth.

I was certainly thinking it, but hadn’t tried to say it.  Regardless, I just went with it.  He pushed his fingers in deeper and started flicking around.  I reached out for his shaft and said I wanted him inside me.  His cock wasn’t completely stiff, but certainly enough to push me open.  With that, he climbed on the bed.  I heard the tear of a wrapper and egged him on with a ‘do it’ while he prepared himself.  The anticipation was killing me as he lined up with head and pushed it inside of me.  He started fucking me right away and all I could do was moan.  He started shallow and then started going deeper.  The familiar praises filled the room as he told me how good I felt.  I was relaxed and he had loosened me up with the lube and his fingers, so it was pure pleasure as he thrust and grew harder.  It felt amazing and it was certainly the exact thing I was craving.  I was powerless beneath him with my knees held together by my briefs and his weigh behind each thrust, which pinned me to the bed.  His pelvis was bouncing against my butt cheeks each time his solid shaft slid past my hole, across my prostate, and into my gut.  My eyes were closed as I accept him and felt the friction between us.  My labored breathing was audible as my mouth hung open.  I needed to be used and he was doing a great job of it.

After a couple minutes, he plunged into me and started grinding against me.  He was deep and the friction was constant.  It was nearly enough to set me off, but he stopped before I did.  He dismounted long enough to roll me only my back.  I had lifted my legs so he could slide my briefs off and once they were free, I laid spread with my knees bent.  My cock was hard and there was some precum shared between myself and the sheets.  He got in position with his thighs spread to push against my ass cheeks and my legs on either side of him.  He was back inside me within seconds and immediately went deeper then before.  He pushed my knees apart, which used his thighs as fulcrums to lift my ass slightly.  He proceeded to pound me more aggressively than before.  I was now being called a little slut, dirty whore, and that I was his to fuck.  I eagerly agreed to each statement of his verbal domination as I continued to moan and enjoy the assault my tight little hole.  Perhaps I’m more trusting than I should be in bed, but when a man takes control of me, I get too turned on to say no.

My cock was stiff and wet with precum.  He was hitting some of the best spots inside me and it was getting me very close to cumming.  My dick hadn’t gotten any attention yet, but I didn’t mind at all.  My hands gripped the sheets on either side of me and I was completely lost in the moment.  When I felt his hand wrap around my shaft, I knew I was about to blow.  While still thrusting into me, he stroked me quickly no more than ten times before I erupted.  My head went back, mouth open, hands now pulling the sheets off the bed, and cum spurting onto my chest.  The rush of pleasure had caused my hole to tighten around him, but his penetrations remained consistent.  The familiar pain of being stretched open quickly rushed over me, but only enhanced my orgasm seconds into it.  He was still stroking me outside and in.  Everything happened in perfect sequence and the result was like two climaxes about five seconds apart.  My cock was throbbing even after it had run out of cum and my hole was gripping his shaft harder despite the resulting pain.  I had stopped breathing as my whole body seemed to lock up.  My orgasm slowly faded and seconds later I began to relax again.  My head was spinning and I was in a trance as my new lover relentlessly fucked me.  He had stopped stroking me and leaned forward to give him a better angle.

I could tell he was close from his heavy moaning and how he had lost his rhythm.  My little hole was pretty much numb, but I could still feel him inside me.  This led to a tingling feeling rushing over my body.  As he began to cum, it took him about half a second to pull out and rip the condom off.  I looked down just in time to see the first spattering of semen fly towards my face and fall to my chest.  He jerked his cock vigorously as his engorged head released his load onto me.  Our sperm was mingling together as our loads united on my smooth skin.  We were both completely satisfied and he hovered above me catching his breathe.  I was a mess and my stretched hole was going to need a cool down period.  It felt like my insides were slowly shifting back into place.  He finally stood up and said he was going to start the shower.  I noticed the time and quickly determined that it had only been about half an hour since he first pulled me into his room.  It certainly felt like much longer.

I joined him in the shower.  We both had huge smiles as we helped lather each other.  We made sure the necessary parts got some extra attention before rinsing off.  Once we were dry, he took me back to the bed.  He laid me down on the opposite side from our mess and got in the big spoon position.  I felt his naked body against me as we both fell asleep.  We both lay motionless until the sun started to rise.  I felt his erection poking me in the back as we were both still half asleep.  I reached behind my back to feel him and grasped his shaft.  As if by shear muscle memory, his hips began to move slowly.  He was fucking my hand while he was still mostly asleep.  I’m not going to lie, something about it turned me on.  I let him do all the work as I felt him growing bigger in my hand.  I saw the lube and a string of condoms that were still on the bed and knew what I wanted.  With my free hand, I squirted some lube on my hip.  I used my fingers to gather it and reached between my legs to spread it on my little boy pussy.  I worked it around and slipped a finger tip in to make sure I was ready.  I was able to open a condom with my hand and teeth.  I moved slowly to pull away a little and move up to the right position.  He was waking up, but I figured he was playing along.  I used the hand that was getting fucked to roll the condom down his thick shaft.

The fireworks really went off when I tucked my knees up and backed into him.  I lined him up and forced his tip passed my little cunt.  While pushing back, I put my hand on his hip and tried to pull him forward.  He began to push and his cock was in my gut again.  He slowly spoon fucked me for a good fifteen minutes.  There was no doubt that he was awake, but neither of us made a sound.  The powerful push and pull of his cock was enough to drive me crazy with pleasure.  I didn’t want to be the first to cum because I wanted him to just keep going.  The morning fucking ended with his cock erupting inside me.  He didn’t make a sound as he pulsated against my tight hole.  Once he finished, he rolled onto his back.  I did the same to be right next to him.  My cock was hard and it seemed like it was up to me to get myself off.  I reached down to his cock and removed the condom.  Holding it by the tip, I drizzled his juices on and around my erection.  I started to stroke myself as my other hand began groping his body.  I closed my eyes and just enjoyed myself.  I worked up to moaning and breathing heavily as if I was putting on a live porno show for him.  When I came, I gripped his thigh and let out a somewhat girly series of yelps.  My load was pretty small and I guessed that I lost most of it the night before.  I cleaned up with a towel and we got out of bed.

We talked a little as I got dressed.  We exchanged numbers and talked about seeing each other again.  He told me that he usually doesn’t hook up like that, but sometimes he just gets horny and needs someone.  I told him to call me next time and we can skip the club.

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Greetings,

My name is Steve, I am 35 years old, and I love to suck cock. Having inherited a goodly sum from my late Dad, fortunately I don’t have to work. So I have plenty of time for my favorite hobby–cruising for man meat.

Not far from my house there is a large shopping mall. I haunt the T-rooms there. One of them is well hidden. That’s because it’s down a narrow corridor, so most people think it’s private. While bored doing nothing a couple of weeks ago, I decided to check the secluded men’s room. It has two urinals and one stall. Shortly after I got there and was standing at the urinal, the restroom door opened, and a guy in a wheelchair came in.  He was in his mid-20s, and as cute as shit. 

He rolled up to the other urinal and plaintively asked, “Mister, can you do me a favor? I am half paralyzed and can’t stand alone. Can you help me stand up?”

“Of course,” I replied.

Then he amazed me by stating, “I need to hold on to you. But the problem is that I won’t be able to take out my penis and I need to urinate real bad.” I thought he was such a polite and well-manned guy.

“So what do you suggest,” I asked. His reply shocked and thrilled me.

“Would you mind unzipping my trousers and hold my member while I urinate?”

“No problem,” I told him. I was thrilled with my assignment. I unzipped him, reached into his boxer shorts, and pulled out a big dick! I guided it to the urinal and he thanked me with a big smile on his face. And piss he did, with a strong stream. I decided to chit-chat with him.

“How come you are partly paralyzed,” I queried.

“When I was in high school I played football, and I received a bad injury that even surgery couldn’t correct,” he replied. Then I noticed that he had a nice muscular body.

“Are you here shopping alone?”

“No, I work here. My Dad has a men’s clothing store here and I work in the office. Usually one of the salesmen helps me, but he didn’t come in today”

I couldn’t resist and told him, “You sure have a big cock.”

“Yeah I guess so.”

“I’ll bet you get a lot of blow jobs because of that monster,” I remarked.   

“No, actually I never had a blow job,” he answered a bit sadly.

By this time he had finished pissing and I began to stroke his cut tool. He made no effort to stop me. Sure enough, it quickly grew to be about 8 inches of beautiful manhood. I dared to ask, “Well if you had the chance to get sucked right now, would you accept?”

“That would be OK, but somebody might come in,” he worried.

“Well, I have the answer to that,” I assured him. “Since the door opens in and not out, I’ll roll your wheelchair up to the door and block it. If anyone tries to come in, I’ll just tell them that the toilet is temporarily closed.” He nodded his head yes, I helped him sit down with his dick still out,  and proceeded to the door. Once the door was secured, I fell to my knees and swallowed his entire prick in one gulp. He gasped, then sighed with great pleasure. I had removed my full dentures, but he didn’t know how lucky he was to have a toothless mouth massaging his dick. He came very fast, as they all do with my professional technique.

I made sure I got every drop, then asked, “Did you like that?”

“Man I sure did.”

“Well, would you like to do it again some time?” I asked hopefully.

“Yeah, when?”

How about day after tomorrow, at the same time, 10 a.m.?”

“Sounds good,” he replied. him

I opened the door to the restroom for him and said good-bye. Since my 7 inch dick was fully hard, I needed to give it some attention. I hoped I would get lucky and someone would suck it. Perhaps it was telepathy, because shortly the door opened and a man in his 50’s came in. He stepped up to the second urinal and noticed my erection.

“Looks like you need some help with that,” he boldly said.

I replied, “Sure do, you want it?

“Of course,” came a fast response.

So I took him to the front door and stood up against it, again preventing someone from entering. He went right to work, and gave me a great blow job.

I could hardly wait to see my wheel chair friend again. Two days seemed like two weeks. When the day “finally” arrived, I jumped into my car and drove to the mall. I decided to get there a few minutes early. I was so anxious. Sure enough, at the stroke of 10, the men’s room door opened. And it was he. But to my great surprise, another guy was pushing his wheel chair.

When they came in, I didn’t know exactly how to act. But my new “friend” quickly put me at ease by saying, “This Joe. He’s the salesman who usually brings me here. He wants to try it out too.”

“OK, no problem with me,” I assured him. “I don’t believe that three is a crowd.”

Joe was very handsome, and almost six feet tall, also in his mid-twenties. I noticed his big hands and feet, and thought that a good sign.

“By the way, my name is Steve. I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Bert,” he replied.

Bert’s escort helped him to stand, and I asked, “Do you want me to do what I did the last time and hold your dick while you piss?”

“Yeah, I liked it,” came an enthusiastic response. So I did my duty, and this time Bert’s dick was slightly hard. I thought to myself, “Wow, he’s already anticipating it.” When Bert finished his necessity, Joe sat him back down, and then stepped up to the urinal. “This is going to be interesting,” I mused.

I watched Joe take out a beautiful, huge cock. I explained the routine to him, and when he finished pissing, he pushed Bert to the door. By the time we reached the door, Bert, whose cock was still out, was almost fully hard. Just to get Joe aroused, I started with Bert. Joe had put his dick away, but I was curious to see his reaction to my sucking Bert. I wasted no time in going down on Bert’s stiff prick. I glanced at Joe, and he had already grabbed his crotch and was obviously getting hard.

I told Joe, “Take it out, and I’ll show you what it’s like.” When I started sucking Joe, he had the same reaction as Bert. That’s the way it always is when they first experience my mouth. (That’s why my name is Mighty Mouth). I wish I could have taken a photo to share with you, but of course it wasn’t possible.

I alternated between the two. Bert came first, with a big load, then I polished off Joe’s rock-hard dick. When it was all over, I said, “Hey, fellas, we can’t go meeting like this. Here’s my card, why don’t you stop by my house some day on the way home from work. I don’t live far from here.”

“Great idea,” Bert answered. Then they left, and I felt like a satisfied queen, at least for the time being.

Several days passed without any word from Bert or Joe. I began to wonder whether they had lost interest or were just very busy. Almost a week later my doorbell rang in the middle of the afternoon. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I opened my front door and there stood a very good-looking man in his late 40s. He looked very much like Bert, and that startled me. I got even more worried when he asked, “Are you Steve? My name is Peter and I’m Bert’s father.” I thought oh my God, I’m in deep shit.

He didn’t seem to be angry. He was cordial. Then he asked, “Can I come in?

I was scared to death about what was happening. I asked, “Why are you here, and how did you get my address?”

“Well, I guess this a total surprise,” he commented.

“Yes, a surprise,” I replied. So I invited him in. He sat on my sofa, seemingly relaxed. Do you have any whiskey?” he queried.

“Yes,” I answered. “I have Irish whiskey, which is mellower than Scotch, and doesn’t burn my throat.”

I went to fetch us both a whiskey. When I returned, I again asked “Why are you here?” with great trepidation.

He apologized for not phoning because he said that he was in my neighborhood, and decided to take a chance on finding me in. His next remark shocked the hell out of me.

“Let me get right to the point. Joe told me about you and gave me your address. He told me that you are a great cocksucker. I love good blow job, no matter whose mouth it is. I know that men suck better than women, because I’ve had a few in my time.”

I almost fainted. I was amazed to think that Joe would have shared this information with him

“So do you want to suck my cock?” he asked. With that question he unzipped and took out a dick the size as Bert’s.

“Don’t say anything about this to Bert,” he cautioned. “And Joe is sworn to secrecy.”

With a dick like his staring me in the face, how could I resist?

“Let me take off my pants. It’s more relaxing that way,” he remarked. Without my answering, he proceeded to do just that. I lost no time in going to work, and he remarked, “Wow, a gum job. I love it!”

He came fast, put his pants back on, and explained, “I gotta get going. Thanks for the whiskey and the blow job. Can I phone you again soon?”

“Yes, feel free to do it. I liked it too,” I assured him.

The rest is history. Bert and Joe did phone me and come occasionally, and Peter also. And everyone lived happily ever after.

I was eighteen, long hair, and starting to tan. It was summertime, and we were on vacation at a friends cabin in the mountains. I had been here many times, growing up and knew most everyone around there. There were cabins dotting the hillside, most were vacation spots, but some were full time residents.

My mother and stepfather were busy messing around in the three room cabin. My sister, was barely walking, was trapped in a rolling walker to keep her secure, and I was bored out of my mind. I loved being there, in the mountains, the fresh air, the quiet, but, they were bickering and it was driving me crazy. I don’t even think they realized they were doing it, as it happened so often.

I told them I was going for a walk and would be back in a while. They just looked at me, raising their eyebrows, like they were saying, “yeah, whatever.” I walked out the door, across the deck, up the steps to the road. I turned right and started walking to the curve, kicking a rock now and then off the road. My fingers tucked in my pants pockets, I was lost in thought as I walked.

It really was a beautiful day. You could smell the dew and the pine, it was heavy in the air. I made the curve in the road and kept going. There was a cabin up the hill to my left. I stopped and watched it for a few minutes. I didn’t hear any activity, and figured it was empty for the time being. I returned to my casual pace, looking around, as the road began to slowly incline.

After a few minutes more of walking, I looked down the hill. I saw a plywood base that was large, but not too large with crooked edges. I stopped and kept looking. There was a guy on the deck walking around. His shirt was off and he was deeply tanned, with blonde hair. He was wearing jeans and boots. I knelt down and just watched as he walked around the ragged perimeter, looking down. Every once in a while, he would stoop over and finger at the plywood. I was trying to figure out what he was doing. I stayed quiet as quiet as long as I could.

He would look up now and again toward the road, but I didn’t think he could see me. He was making tighter circles, moving in toward the center of the deck, and I still couldn’t figure out what he was doing. At this point of my life, I was no builder, and had no real experience with building of any kind, but to me, it looked like a big mistake and just didn’t make sense.

“Hey, Kevin.” He called up to the road. I was startled as he knew me. I didn’t remember ever meeting him before. “It’s Kevin, right? You gonna sit up there all day? You’re more than welcome to come down here if you want.”

I stood up, now realizing that he had probably seen me as I cleared the curve in the road. I stepped off the road and started down the path toward him, watching my footing and then looking at him. As I got closer, he became clearer. Wow, he was really good looking, and then it dawned on me who he was.

It was a couple of years before, we were at the cabin, it was snowing and at night. There was a knock on the door. My stepfather got up and opened the door. There was this guy, with a pack, covered in snow. He was let in. He explained that he was a friend of the owner of the cabin and that his truck had gotten stuck in a rut on the entry road. He did have a key to the door, showing it did work the lock to my stepfather. He was told he could stay, at my mother’s insistence, saying, “You can’t put him out in the cold, it’s snowing outside.”

He was told he could sleep out in the main room, which is where I was sleeping. They went off to bed, leaving me alone with him. I sat quiet, watching him pull out a sleeping bag and laying it in front of the large rock fireplace which took up a corner of the room. He would look over at me and smile. Soon we were talking, and I was feeling a little more comfortable with him. He had an easy way about him that made you let your guard down, but it was different times then, people were more trusting than they are today.

I was watching him strip off his wet clothes and lay them on the hearth to dry. He wore no underwear and I had a perfect view of what I know now as a perfectly sculpted ass. It was well pronounced and muscular. Even though I was young, I had seen quite a few in the gym classes at school. I wasn’t really shocked at all, but none of those I had seen before were like his.

He sat down on his sleeping bag, in front of the fire, as I was more in the middle of the room. We talked quietly about different things, school, friends, it was nice. I was in my sleeping bag, laying on my side, my arm bent holding my head up. I thought for a moment that this was what it must be like to have an older brother, as he told me he had just turned twenty. I was very warm and comfortable. He was sitting there with a profile view to me. He slid his feet toward him, bending at the knees, wrapping his arms around his knees. My eyes flew wide open, as his cock and balls were in view. They were massive. I had never seen anything as big as that. The tip of his length almost touched the sleeping bag below him, but his large balls behind held it up. He smiled at me, seeing my expression, then looked down at himself.

“Bother you?” he asked softly.

“No.” I gulped.

“You go to sleep, little man. I’ll watch the fire and keep it going.”

I didn’t argue. I laid down, turned over, and tried my best to go to sleep. The vision was still in front of me in my mind. Wow. Oh my God! was all I could think. I had never felt this way before. I reached down and felt myself. I had the biggest raging hardon I had ever had. I had had them before, but had never given much thought to what to do with it before, but I loved the smoothness of the skin on my hard cock. I was scared to death at this moment though, and I thought I had better not touch it any more.

I remember in the morning, rolling over, and watching him get out of his sleeping bag. It wasn’t quite light outside yet. The fire was still going, but lower than in the night. He stood up, not looking toward me, thankfully, and he was sporting the biggest hardon I had ever seen at that point. He stepped over to the hearth, checked his clothes, and started to put them on. I watched him get dressed, and it was so erotic, but I had no idea what that even meant, all I knew was that my own cock was totally hard again. I rolled over and acted like I was just waking up and started to talk to him, while he was packing up his sleeping bag. He would look over and smile while I was babbling. He finished packing and said goodbye. I was heartbroken. I sat up and said goodbye as well and watched him walk out the door. My hardon was almost gone…

I walked up to the edge of the deck. The low side into the hill was about mid-thigh. I stopped at the edge. He walked over and smiled down at me. I looked up at him, the sun was bathing him in the morning light, making his dark tan glow. He had the whitest teeth I had ever seen.

“How are you, little man?”

“I’m fine. It’s good to see you, Steve.” hoping I got his name right. “What are you doing?”

“I’m building a dome. Come on up.” He said, as he turned to walk to the middle of the deck. “What do you think?”

I was dumbfounded. I had no idea what he was talking about. A dome? What the hell was a dome? I looked around the deck like I knew what I was looking at, nodded a few times.

“Looks good.” I said with certainty.

He cocked one eyebrow up, smiled, “You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?”

I paused for a moment, “No. But, the plywood looks good.”

Steve laughed out loud. He walked over and stood next to me. His scent was intoxicating, very earthy. As he pointed out the layout and the details, I was following as best as I could. I was more interested in watching his muscular arms, and I kept side glancing over to his chest, which was so well defined. Thin blonde hairs were glistening in the sunlight as he moved. I felt a stir in my pants, but didn’t look down. I was trying to focus on what he was saying.

He looked down once and then into my eyes. “You like the morning too, huh?”

I looked back at him in confusion. “What? What do you mean?”

He glanced down and then back up. “That stiffy in your jeans. I get one every morning too. Love it in the morning.”

I was totally embarrassed. I looked down. It was pointing off to the right, long and hard, and very obvious. I looked over at his jeans. I could see a major bulge in his as well.

“You need to do something about that before it explodes.” He said and I looked at him and started to lean close. He put his hands on my shoulders and stopped me. “Hold on,” he smiled, “you’re too young for me to touch, but I have an idea.”

My mind was racing, my heart was pounding in my chest so hard, and my cock WAS about ready to explode, “What’s your idea?”

“Follow me over here.” He said, leading me to the far edge of the deck. “When I was younger, I had an uncle that taught me this. We would do it together all the time.” Steve stopped at the edge, undid the buttons on his jeans, reached down inside with one hand and pulled out his amazing cock. It was pointing out away from him, and I watched with open mouth as he began to stroke it slowly. He turned and looked at me. “Go ahead. Better get it before you shoot in your pants.”

I had no idea what he meant about shooting. I was a complete virgin at this. I watched him stroke his long cock as I undid the top button of my jeans. I fumbled with the zipper, but managed to get it down. I pulled back the flaps. I could see he was watching me as I did it. My cock was pinned to the right in my underwear. I pulled the band over, stretching it out and let my length spring up and out. I let the band go, but it pushed my cock back, pointing straight up.

“Pull your pants down a little or you’ll shoot yourself in the eye.” Steve said as he worked his tip with two fingers, twirling them over his slit, tickling the very tip. I could see it was wet. He used the fluid to lube himself and continue stroking. He watched as I wrapped my fingers around mine and began to pull. It felt awesome. I don’t know if it was because I had never really done it before, or if it was because I was with him. The feeling was so good, it didn’t matter why, I just didn’t want it to end.

I worked my jeans down a little and exposed more of myself. I could hear him starting to breathe heavy and looked over to see what was going on. His chest was rising and falling, and then the moaning began. I stroked myself as I watched, feeling myself getting harder. I turned a little more toward him, and then it happened. He moaned a little louder and it erupted from his tip, shooting out in spurts, the thin white fluid. I had never seen anything like it before. I felt a rush from my toes, through my calves, and then I felt it.

Steve looked over and smiled. He held out a hand and caught some of my load as it shot out from me. I had never felt this before, but it was incredible. My first real orgasm, I knew I wanted more at that moment. I watched it shoot out from my tip, some shooting over the deck edge, but most of it landing on the deck. I felt bad for the mess. I turned my attention to Steve.

Using some of my load he had caught, I watched him use it as a lubricant on his again rock hard length. I had my hand on mine still as he stroked furiously, his other hand went into his pants and he tumbled out his massive balls, slowly kneading them with his free hand.

I watched him, totally fascinated, as he began to moan. He turned toward me, swinging his massive length. We were almost tip to tip when he shot again. His hot cum covering the head of my cock and part of my hand. I was in absolute shock and didn’t know what to do. My cock was still hard and raging. I looked up into his dreamy eyes for guidance.

“You’re still hard. Want to do it again?” He asked.

“Is it okay?” I was asking the stupid question , again.

He chuckled softly. “You can do it as many times as you want to.” I started stroking at his words.

“How many times do you do it?” I asked, stroking slowly, using his cum, rubbing it everywhere. It made my cock so slick, making it feel different this time. I loved it even more.

“Depends. If I’m with someone or if I’m alone. If I’m alone, maybe only once. But, with someone else, its always more than once, and depending on who it is, could be several times.”

His voice was making me crazy, that and the stroking. I was beginning to feel it in my toes again, then something different. My balls started to ache. I was getting scared, and I stopped jerking.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked.

“My balls ache.”

“Ohh. Keeping stroking, little man, they’re trying to tell you something. They want to be overworked.” I started stroking again as his words eased my fear. “Feel better?” He asked, I nodded as I stroked. “Keep going, buddy, keep it going. When you shoot, it’ll be better than the first one.”

I was feeling it now, down deep. My toes, then my calves. I felt like I had to get out of my pants, like they were holding me back. I wiggled them down a little more, with my shorts. My balls were totally out and exposed. I kept stroking, his cum was making my cock so slick. I felt my balls pull up, then the rush from the base of my cock, and then it happened, I moaned once, opened my eyes, and looked down to see the shot. Instead, I saw Steve drop to his knees in front of me, with his mouth wide open, catching the hot load as it came spurting out. It hit his upper lip, then into his mouth, then down his chin. It was incredible to see. I kept stroking as I shot to empty my cock in his mouth. As it stopped, I was drained. I watched as Steve swallowed my load, then use a finger to push it off his chin and into his mouth.

“Hot stuff, little man, very hot stuff.” Steve said, as he got to his feet. He was tucking his cock back into his pants and buttoning them up. “You can cum in my mouth anytime. That was the best tasting load I’ve ever had.”

I was stunned. “You’ve tasted it before?”

“Sure. Lots of times. You should try it and try your own, that’s the best.” Steve turned and started to walk away, “You should get your pants back up, I think I hear a car coming.”

I looked around, pulling my pants up. You could see the road in sections from the deck, as it wound across the face of the mountain. I spotted a car, the glint of sun on the windshield. It looked familiar, it was my mother’s. I finished tucking myself back in and getting my pants buttoned as the car pulled up on the road and stopped.

“We are going into town to the grocery store. You need to come on.” My mother called down. I didn’t want to leave, but I stepped off the deck and started up the trail.

“Hey, little man, not even gonna say goodbye?” Steve asked from behind me. I turned and almost had tears in my eyes. He smiled at me, “I’ll fix it, come on.”

We walked up the trail, me following him, watching that beautiful ass, right in front of me. We reached the road, Steve stepped over to the car. I knew my mother would remember him, as she talked about him for days after that snowy night, I knew she had a crush on him. Steve explained how I was going to help him out with the building of the dome, and he could really use my help. He said he would keep an eye on me while they were gone. My mother quickly agreed and we waved as they drove off.

“I think my mom likes you. She got all googly eyed when she saw you.”

“Did you want to go with them?”

I turned and looked at him, “Are you kidding? Listening to their arguing all the way there and all the way back? Besides, you’re suppose to be teaching me how to build, remember?” I was feeling my hardon returning, “I’m sticky. I need to clean myself.”

“Let’s go back to your cabin, you can get cleaned up, then we can come back here.”

We walked back to the cabin without saying much. We went in. I opened my bag and pulled out a few clean clothes. I stood up and turned around, but there was no Steve. I looked left and then right, but he was gone. Then I heard the sound of water running. There was an outdoor shower below the deck. I walked outside and leaned over the deck railing. I couldn’t see what was going on. I carried my clothes down the stairs and then I could see through the slats in the wall. Steve in the shower, his jeans hanging over the deck rail, his boots on the deck under the jeans. I opened the slat door, his naked butt was toward me. He looked over his shoulder and smiled. The water ran very slowly out of the shower head, the soap was clinging to him. My God, he was beautiful.

“I thought you wanted to get cleaned up? You’d better hurry, there’s not much hot water.”

I stripped my clothes and left them in a pile on the deck, opened the door again and walked in. Steve moved over so I could let the water run over me. He handed me the soap, and I started to wash my body. I washed my balls and then my cock, it was half hard. I looked over at Steve’s, it was soft and long. I looked up into his eyes.

“Could I touch it?” I asked as I reached out for it.

“I shouldn’t let you. You’re too young. If we got caught…”

“After what we did earlier?” I stepped closer, “Please? I’ve never felt another guys dick before. I want to so bad, please?” My own cock was rock hard again, standing up at attention. He smiled at me, spreading his feet apart a little.

My hand moved down slowly, my fingers touched the shaft, my heart raced. I slowly wrapped fingers around it, lifting it, feeling its weight, it was so big. With my free hand, I cradled his massive balls, tumbling them back and forth in my palm, the feeling was so great. I started to pull on his length, squeezing it gently, then releasing. He was starting to get hard. I kept working it until it was firm and thick. Steve leaned his head back, resting against the slat wall, the overhead shower was trickling water over both of us as I began to stroke him. He licked his lips, leaving his eyes closed. The head of his cock was staring straight at me, the slit was starting to ooze clear fluid.

“That is so fucking good. Keep that up and you’re gonna make me cum.”

“What else do you want me to do to you?”

“You can’t do anything else. It’s too bad, I could really use a blow job right now.”

“A blow job? You want me to blow on it?” Another stupid question. Steve opened his eyes and looked at me. He chuckled.

“No. It’s when you suck on it.”

“Oh, I get it.” God, I was so stupid. I stroked his cock a few more times, watching him close his eyes. Then I bent over, opened my mouth and swallowed his head. I was using my lips only, then my tongue on his slit, licking at its ooze. I twirled it around the tip, making him moan.

“Hey, little man, what the hell are you doing?” Steve asked, as he used a hand against my forehead to push me back.

“Blow job. You said you needed one. What’s this stuff leaking out?”

“Precum. I love it.”

“Mmmm, so do I. There’s a lot of it.”

“You could share it.”

“I don’t think so. I want it all.” I replied and swallowed his cock again, making him moan. He was stroking his shaft while I played with his balls. He spread his feet a little wider to give more access. But, the best part was when I found the line that went from the back of his balls to his ass. As my finger tips ran over that softly, he moaned louder. His hips began to move, and he was sending his cock deeper into my mouth, I was keeping it up, as he rested his hands on top of my head, then he moaned loudly.

“I’m gonna cum!”

He tried to pull out of my mouth, but I held him in as he released, pulsing hot fluid into the back of my throat. I swallowed the first pulse, but let the rest gather in my mouth. It was a little salty, but was good, oh so good. Steve was done pulsing in me, I slid my mouth off and wanted to show him what I was holding. I stood up and opened my mouth as he opened his eyes. The look was so intense, I thought I had done something really wrong. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me into him, running his tongue into my mouth. I had never kissed before, it was so fantastic. His hand wrapped around my cock and he started to pull on it, as his tongue chased mine and his own cum. It wasn’t long before I moaned in his mouth and shot my load on both of us. He pushed me back. I was catching my breath and swallowing what cum was left.

“You are fucking incredible, little man. God, if you were only older, I could do things to you, that would keep you begging for more.”

“I’m already begging for more. How old do you have to be?”

“Legal. How old are you?”

“I just turned eighteen last month. How old did you think I was.”

Steve smiled devilishly. “Hurry up and get ready. We have to get out of here before your folks get back.”

“No, really, how old?” I pressed.

“Sixteen, maybe.”

I smiled and then leaned in and kissed him quickly. “Are you gonna touch me now?”

Again, there was that devilish smile from him.

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Waking up at 7:34 – exactly thirty-four minutes later than I really should – I lie in my bed for a second, staring at the time on my phone, contemplating whether or not I actually have enough time to quickly sort out my rock hard erection that I’m undecidedly holding in my other hand… Nope, can’t be late. Again.

It’s mid-November, it’s miserable and gray outside and the days are getting shorter still. Mornings I go into work while it is still dark and by the time I finish, it is – you guessed it – dark again. Days seem to roll into one this time of year.

I work for the display department of a medium-sized, family-owned department store. We are a small team of 5 people, who work closely together and all get on well with each other. Apart from Rose, possibly, a lady in her mid-fifties. She has been a window dresser at the company for longer than I have been alive, with habits and mannerisms attesting to it.

My job involves putting together ideas for the store windows, layouts in-store, the designing and printing of info-graphics, and generally looking after all aspects of the store visually. Although I enjoy and excel at my job, I do experience other particular, err… shortcomings, attached to this job.

Main problem is that the company is located in a rather, what we would call, “narrow” town. Meaning it is affluent enough not to be a hole, but also conservative enough to be stifling for a young gay trying to live his life. Inhabited mostly by twenty to thirty something straight-couples who commute into the city daily, and spend weekends going for brunch, or taking their little darlings to the park. Meeting the 7 or so other homosexuals who called this town home, makes one quickly realise why no others have flocked to settle here.

Although only 40min away by train, living in the City isn’t really a viable option for me at the moment, as a) I don’t earn enough to live there centrally, and b) I don’t fancy the additional 30min to get central, only to then start my 40min commute daily from there. And that’s only one way.

So as a consolation I travel up for the weekend as often as I can, staying with my friend Roux in the City. We go out, get hammered, with luck I meet someone, go back to theirs, cum all over their place and then spend days feeling depressed, dreaming of doing it all again…

*     *     *     *

The Menswear window needs changing before the weekend, and I walk over from the studio carrying a whole mannequin. I am well aware that dong it this way is not recommended, but grabbing it by the crotch in one hand and holding the rest with your other, is the quickest way of transportation. I have plenty to get through today and I don’t plan on staying late.

I stumble on the last step descending the staircase and nearly decapitate my mute, fibreglass man-friend. “Thank god Taylor isn’t here to see this,” I think to myself, “he would have a fuckin’ baby…”

Taylor is my direct boss, a gay man in his 40’s, who lives with his partner Brock in another city. He is turning out to be a bit of a mentor to me, educating me in my line of work, but also always forthcoming with homo-vice when I need it, and the owner of an absolutely filthy sense of humour. But don’t handle his mannequins improperly, or you’ll face an onslaught of cutting remarks on how much they cost to fix or replace (normally featuring the word “cunting” at least once), followed by an awkwardly silent coffee break.

Finally in my destined department, I shuffle towards the display window, carrying a mannequin with slowly detaching limbs. As I panic trying to open the door with one hand, I feel the top half coming undone and beginning to slip from my grip. Oh shit…

“Do you need a hand there?” an unfamiliar voice behind me suddenly asks.

“Err, yeah… Actually, can you just open the door for me – that’d be great, thanks.” Next to me is standing a tall, handsome stranger who I am staring at in a confused manner, trying desperately to hold body parts together.

“I think the door is locked… Have you got a key?” He looks at me expectantly.

Fuck sake, why on earth is the door locked? “Oh, um, it’s in my pocket – don’t worry,” I grimace.

“Which one?” comes an unexpected query.

“Huh?”

“Which pocket is the key in?” he asks again, smiling.

“Um, front right, I think… You really don’t have to, it’s…”

“Don’t worry, I’ve done worse…” he jokes and winks at me.

I’m so flabbergasted, I almost drop the whole quivering fibreglass mass. Beads of sweat are forming along my hairline, and I am suddenly acutely aware of my own pulse.

Before I can protest any further, he quickly moves around my back, ducking down slightly and slips his hand into my pocket. I freeze, trembling slightly as I’m trying not to loose my sweaty grip on the mannequin’s lifeless bulge, also suddenly very aware of my own.

His hand is warm as his fingers glide across my thigh. After a few seconds of feeling around in the dark – und lightly brushing against my balls with his thumb, possibly twice – he pulls out the small silver key. “Got it,” he grins and unlocks the door.

My heart suddenly racing, I mumble something that sound like “Thanks,” and stumble inside, half dropping the mannequin against the wall.

“Anytime. I’m Nathan by the way,” comes a voice from outside.

“Um, Hannes… Nice to meet you.”

“If you need frisking again Hannes, just lemme know,” he jokes, before I hear him greeting a customer, their voices slowly fading away.

Dazed I stand in the window for a moment, not sure what just happened. Where did this brown-eyed wonder come from? He sure is classically good looking… I think. Need to get a good look at him when I go again.

Once finished inside the window box, I try to look a little less sweaty, readjusting my black t-shirt, making sure my sleeves are still neatly rolled up. I swipe my hair out of my face with my palm, and run my fingers over the corners of my mouth. One, two, go…

I lock the door, breathe out, then slowly turn around. Nathan is nowhere to be seen. Without making it too obvious, I try to locate him. After a minute or two I realise how ridiculous I must look, and decide to head back to the studio, all the way wondering if any of that actually happened at all. Wondering who he is. Wondering why my dick hangs so much heavier than it did an hour ago.

*     *     *     *

The next day I bump into Radford, the Menswear manager, known as the store gossip, as much as he is for wearing “a touch” of bronzer. He asks me if I got the memo on the new Polo RL launch event next week, and whether I’ll be able to have everything ready before then. After agreeing on the logistics and time-line, he suddenly pipes up.

“By the way Hannes, have you seen the new boy?” he enquires, simultaneously pouting and smiling. “I personally picked him. Very sweet, started a few days ago.”

If there’s one thing I’ve learned, when needing information on anyone, you can’t go wrong with Radford.

“No, I haven’t. Is he nice?” I ask disinterestedly.

“Oh, he’s just a dream! He is about your age, I guess, is a trained dancer, been working as an entertainer on a cruise liner for the last few months, but was looking for a job over the Christmas season. Look good in the clothes we sell – you now what I mean? I snapped him up immediately.”

“Uh-huh…”

“You must come and meet him, I think you will really like him…” he says with conspiratorial eyes.

“What do you mean I will really like him?”

“I know your type! Anyway, gotta run. Still need to pick up my alterations and sort the staff rota for next week. Ciao!”

I roll my eyes, “Bye.” Hmm, dancer. Good body. Stamina. That’s one way to pique my interest. But then, sticking your hand into my pocket and feeling for my dick is definitely another.

*     *     *     *

Over the next couple of weeks I make any excuse to head over to Menswear, to go and spy on, and eventually, have chats with Nathan. There is not that much that normally needs attention over there, my main focus being in the studio or otherwise helping at Womenswear or Accessories. My boss, Taylor, on the other hand is very quick at connecting dots.

“Listen Hannes, I don’t really care how many wet dreams you’re squirting out over that new one in Mens” having obviously had a chat with Radford, “but I need you to make sure you get your duties here done first, before going perving over there again, OK?”

“Sure. Sorry. Yeah, I’m almost done with that layout…” I reply sheepishly.

I’m not exactly having wet dreams about Nathan, not yet, but he is definitely starting to enter my fantasies when I’m jacking off. I imagine him to have muscular legs, and a tight butt, with a toned torso.

But because I don’t really know that much more about him yet, he is still often relegated to the role of a third party member for the time being:

Gently coming in near the end as I’m being fucked, teasing my nipple, or appearing from below, his hand around my shaft, taking my balls into his mouth. Sometimes he spits in his palm, slipping his hand into my pocket, grabbing hold of my cock from the inside, and stroking me as I’m being fucked through a hole in the back of my trousers…

But mostly he just watches me as I do the dirty with someone else, silently mouthing the words “I’m next,” when we make eye contact, as I’m gasping for breath.

*     *     *     *

It’s early December, and the festive season is in full swing. Working in the field that I do, it’s a bit of a non-event for me, having had enough of anything Christmas related since October, when we start sourcing and building everything we need to be ready and installed by end-November.

As luck would have it, Taylor asks me to go and help out in Menswear for half a day or so. They need to move stock around and restock, after having had good sales, and he doesn’t trust those “clueless tits” over there, expecting it will look like “a fuckin’ dog dinner” if they are left to their own devices. Adding, “try not to waste too much time molesting Nathan,” giving me a look equal parts scorn and affection.

I happily oblige, as I haven’t seen Nathan for a while. He has almost started fading from my consciousness a little, as I have been so snowed in with work, as I normally am this time of year.

Upon entering Menswear, I see everyone standing around the counter, engaged in a mini-meeting of sorts. A few look up momentarily; raising an eyebrow as an acknowledgement, before turning their attention back. One pair of eyes immediately lights up. Nathan locks his sight on me, following me as I make my way over to the other side of the department, continually smiling.

I busy myself checking the contents of a new delivery: Paul Smith socks and gloves, some Mulberry leather bags, a few Duchamp belts, loads of cashmere scarves…

“I though you forgot all about us.”

“Oh, hi Nathan. Yeah, sorry… It’s always bit manic this time of year” I reply, trying to hide my excitement. “Um, do you know who’s helping me today?” I ask carefully.

“You’re looking at the chosen one. At your service…” he says dramatically, making a bow. He comes back up, wide smile, beaming brown eyes.

He is wearing a pair of fitted smart black trousers today, with a dark green fine-knit roll neck on top. I definitely wasn’t wrong about the muscular legs and tight butt, but somehow wasn’t expecting the clearly defined chest, nipples softly showing through the thin wool. Add to that what seems like a substantial bulge pressing against his zip-fly, I can almost feel a drop of pre-cum starting to roll down inside my shaft.

I try my best not to stare, but feel myself heating up. “Ah, great. I’m glad it’s you. I mean, let’s get started…” I stumble.

We spend the next couple of hours working together, asking questions, making jokes and getting to know each other a bit more. He is chatty and funny, with expressive eyes and a certain grace to his movements. Passing stock to each other, our hands or fingers will sometimes touch, sending electrical currents pulsing through my body.

Our work mostly completed, I decide to ask him out for a drink before I have to return again to the studio.

“Um, yeah… So, all done” I start.

“Uh-huh. Looks great Hannes. You’re really good at this kind of thing! I wouldn’t know where to begin.” By putting your hand into my pocket again, I think to myself.

“Thanks. Listen Nathan… I, err… Um”. It is so much easier doing this kind of thing when you’ve had a drink or two, I find myself quickly realising.

He looks at my puzzled, with a smile. “Have you got something in your pocket you need me to get out again?” he jokes.

“Err, something like that!” I nervously joke back, my voice a little higher than normal. “No. Um, I was wondering if you would like to join me for a drink. Sometime?”

“Oh…” he says disappointedly. “Not sure, it’s a bit difficult at the moment. I’m training for an audition till late every night this week…”

“Never mind, silly idea” I try and backtrack.

“No, no, I would love to!” he quickly states, “It’s just difficult time-wise… Are you going to the staff Christmas party next Tuesday? Maybe we can go together, you know. Have a drink before hand somewhere, or something?”

“Yeah, sure, that sounds like a plan…”

“OK, great!” he replies excitedly. After we agree at which bar to meet beforehand, and what time, he takes my hand briefly, and squeezes it gently. “I look forward to it,” he says before turning, looking over his shoulder to smile at me as he walks away, my eyes lowering to follow his little rounded ass.

I feel my legs go a bit wobbly and my heart pound in my ears, as I watch him disappear around the corner.

That night I have my first proper hand job with Nathan in the lead role:

I’m hunching down in front of him. My hands are exploring his muscular legs through his tight trousers, feeling his thighs and massaging his robust calves. One hand is feeling his back leg, moving slowly up it to sit just under his firm ass, while the other is cupping and rubbing his growing bulge that is starting to push his zip-fly away to one side, straining to break out of the confines of his trousers.

Keeping my hand on his throbbing bulge, I slip my other hand under his knit, running my fingers up over his tight abs. His skin is soft and warm. My fingertips bump into the mass of his solid Pecs, before locating his nipple, carefully circling my middle finger softly around it – feeling it get harder and contracting.

As I stand back up, I am hard too, still rubbing his cock through his trousers. I feel his hand on mine, mirroring my movements, as we both breathe heavily. When our eyes finally meet, he slowly, silently mouths the words “I want to fuck you, next.” I shoot a thick line of white cum splashing onto my chest. A second more liquid one hits my cheek, with the third and forth falling onto my stomach and running down into my bellybutton.

I lie on my bed panting for a moment still gripping my dripping cock, looking down at my cum-splattered body, my nipples erect, hairs standing on end. Eventually I take my briefs, and start mopping up the mess, trying to stop it running onto my sheets.

For someone who is not really into the festive season – I think to myself – I sure am looking forward to the Christmas party…

*     *     *     *

With work continuing to take up most of my time, and the days getting shorter still, the morning of the party arrives sooner than I anticipated. I was slow in asking for the following day off, as I wasn’t previously even planning on going to the event. Most other employees were quick to book the day off, knowing the party to get quite boozy, ensuring they are able to sleep away hangovers the morning after, and avoid a torturous workday on Wednesday.

As a compromise, Taylor agrees to give me Tuesday off, so I have plenty of time to get myself ready, unlike others who have to take their glad rags with them to work.

I am in pretty good shape at the moment, working out regularly, so it is just a matter of having a wash and choosing an outfit for seducing the object of my desire.

Eventually I settle on a classic white fitted shirt and slim charcoal coloured trousers. I will wear it with a black blazer, and decide on my smart patent-leather army-style boots, completing my look with polka dot print silk PS scarf.

The shirt is pretty tight, but luckily the fabric has a little stretch in it. Still I decide it looks better to leave the top two, possibly three, buttons undone – showing of a bit of my chest, its hair, and not so much nipple through the now less-taut fabric. But also avoiding, as Taylor would say, “having my knockers out.”

I tidy up my beard with a comb, run my fingers through my hair and splash on a little bit of cologne, and off we go.

*     *     *     *

Nathan is already at the bar, leisurely leaning against the counter, smiling and waving me over when I come through the doors.

“Look at you, all dressed up” he says and beamingly eyes me up and down, before leaning in and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. “Hallo Mr. Display.”

He looks very dapper himself, wearing a fitted navy suit, and steel grey shirt, and also showing off the top of his chest, revealing trimmed hairs growing in an outwards pattern. He smells of vetiver, and is sporting designer stubble, accentuating his good bone structure and square chin. In short, he looks hot.

We order drinks, deciding to stay at the counter, chatting up a storm, making jokes and playfully getting more physical with each other as time ticks along. “Hey Hannes… “ he says a little later, “Can I possibly crash at your place if it turns out to be a late night? I don’t really fancy paying for a taxi if I miss the last train later.” I nod. “Yeah, not a problem,” I beam, subtly readjusting my package with my hand inside my pocket. So far, so good, I think to myself.

Considering we are still to go to the official work party, we end up having a couple of drinks more than we should really. When we arrive at the venue, I am already quite tipsy, but tell myself so is everyone else.

Taylor eyes me up and down. “Christ. Already had a couple have we? Nevermind… Here, have a glass of bubbly,” he says, handing me a flute.

By the time we sit down for dinner, I’m pretty wasted, Nathan not for behind me. We sit next to each other at a big round table snickering, oblivious to disapproving looks from other colleagues and employees.

After finishing our meal, I feel a warm, firm hand on my leg under the table. Nathan leans in close, whispering in my ear, “I’m definitely coming home with you tonight handsome,” moving his hand further up in between my thigh and my bulge, squeezing gently, letting his fingers explore their surroundings. I can’t help but softly groan. More disparaging looks follow, as everything slowly starts going a bit hazy.

I must have gone to the bar to get more drinks, as the two of us are now standing talking to each other next to one of the tables, laughing loudly and embracing each other, bumping into decent folks trying to enjoy their beef wellingtons.

Not sure exactly how it came about, but next thing we are sharing a rather intimate kiss with each other. I can feel all eyes on us, but the alcohol level in my blood is calmly saying, “Fuck it.”

What starts out as a rather public kiss, is quickly turning into a slurping, licking, lip-sucking snog-fest. He tastes good. His stubble is pricking me skin, our tongues lazily wrestling each other as we grip one another aggressively behind the head. I’m getting seriously turned on by our rather inappropriate behaviour, feeling my cock swell in my briefs.

He is now leaning back onto a table where people have stopped chewing their food, pulling me with him. As I let my hand slide down his shirt and into his pants, I hear a loud “Err, Hannes!”

I pull away from Nathan, and look sideways where I see Jane from Soft Furnishings with her mouth hanging open, bits of coleslaw falling out, staring at us in shock.

“Why don’t you boys take a break outside…” Taylor says, and leads us away from some seriously upset diners, like the fairy godmother that he is. “Jesus, I thought I should interject, before one of you cum on someone’s plate…” He chuckles, adding, “No fisting now Nathan, Hannes has also got to work tomorrow. Have fun boys!” before turning and going back inside.

We continue kissing outside. It’s cold and wet, but we are steaming in the street. As our bulges press together, I can feel his semi pushing against mine, wet pre-cum lines the inside of my briefs. “Shall we go back to mine” I ask him, our foreheads pressed together.

“Yeah. I’m so fucking horny,” he breathes, rubbing my cock through my trousers. “Let’s go…”

Walking along the main street, we duck into every dark corner or side alley along the way, kissing and drunkenly groping each other.

Back at my place, we end up on the couch, our clothes strewn all over the place. He is lying on his back, his long muscular torso looks beautiful all stretched out lengthways. I sit down on top of him, leaning forward to kiss him, while my hand rubs over his clipped chest hair, squeezing his muscles. He giggles and grabs my ass, starting to grind into me, biting down on his lower lip.

Not long later I’m lining my hole with lube, getting ready to take him inside me. Nathan is fiddling with the condom, putting it on, then dropping it, before trying it the other way round. I look at him struggling, still sloppily fingering myself with lube.

The last thing I remember is holding his dick in position, hovering above it, feeling it softly pushing against my hole…

*     *     *     *

I open my eyes and squint at the ceiling. I feel something next to me, realising I’m not alone in bed. It takes me a second or two to work out who it is, why he is here and how we get here.

My head is pulsating slightly, and I’m struggling to focus on anything. I feel Nathan stirring.

“Oh hello there,” he says in a gravelly voice.

“Hey…” I answer, half smiling at him, half grimacing.

“You too, huh?” he asks, before adding, “I can’t quite remember how we got here, to be honest,” then laughing. “Not that being here is a bad thing!”

I chuckle, looking at him. His hair is messy, his stubble a little longer, and his eyes are squinting against the light.

“Not a bad thing at all,” I say leaning over and giving him a kiss. He gently grabs my neck, pulling me back towards him, kissing me back. Our tongues meet and moistly massage each other with spit, lust suddenly raising it head again. I gently suck on his lower lip and pull it with my teeth.

“Did we actually fuck last night?” he asks in between searching out my top lip with his tongue, licking it from underneath.

“I’m not sure, it’s all a bit of a blur really” I reply. “Maybe we should do it again, just to be sure,” I add with a knowing smile.

“Good idea.”

“Let me just get the lube…” I answer, as I jump out of bed.

After failing to locate it, I open my bedroom door and peer outside. It’s quiet. I walk to the living room, my dick already hanging at half mast, swinging from side to side as I walk.

Clothes lie scattered everywhere. I see my briefs lying on the stairs, decidedly close to the front door, dried pre-cum blobs inside, his trousers not much further away. I follow this trail of undressing into the living room where I see his underwear, also streaked with lust. On the table lies the lube, spilling out onto the glass surface. On the floor next to the table lies an unrolled, but unused condom.

Well, that answers that question then, I think to myself as I pick up the tube and hurry back to the room.

Nathan is lying on the bed, his tan contrasting with the white duvet cover. It’s the first time I actually seem him without his clothes on – that I can remember anyway – and I’m blatantly staring at him.

Rounded shoulders with defined arms end in graceful hands with slender fingers. His chest throws a definite shadow line, his nipples large oval and flat, his whole torso covered with neatly clipped body hair, the same ones I saw poking out above his unbuttoned shirt last night.

My eyes travel down. He is showing of a subtle six pack, with a great V-cut running down towards his impressive cock, which is half-erect and clinging slightly to his inner thigh, slowly pulling itself upwards. His upper legs are indeed muscular, and very well defined, narrowing at the knee, before swelling into strong calves and slender ankles, also all covered in trimmed hairs.

“What..?!” he laughingly enquires.

“Nothing, I’m just admiring this beauty in my bed” I say winking.

“Well come here, this beauty wants to play.”

I climb onto the bed, and half on top of him, my legs between his as we start kissing again. My cock is now rock hard and he pulls at it, making my balls brush against his.

“Wow Hannes, you have a great dick. It’s big…” he says, his words fading as he starts stroking it, lustfully staring at it.

I take his in my hand too, and start squeezing it, quickly getting it fully erect. His foreskin is not that long, but really thick and makes his already large head feel even bigger. When I pull it back, I realise his shaft is also rather thick. I let out a soft grunt, thinking how good this will feel stretching my hole.

“You need to shove this monster inside me, now,” I tell him, pulling back his foreskin, spitting on his head and slowly, but firmly rubbing it.

He looks at me in surprise for a second, lets out a soft moan, before grinning and ordering sternly, “On your hands and knees please.” He takes me by my hips, positioning me on the bed, before adding, “Great ass too,” and giving one cheek a hard slap, that seems to echo through the house.

I look back at him over my shoulder in surprise, but he has already taken hold of my cock and is pulling it backwards between my legs. For a while he is alternating between slurping its head from behind and licking my ass, stroking my meat downwards when he is teasing my hole with his wet tongue, warming me up.

I can’t help but pant and moan through most of this, my cock is on fire and my hole is desperate to be filled.

Nathan now moves up close behind me, pulling my face towards him. We kiss deeply, and I can taste my own cock and pre-cum on his lips, my ass on his tongue, getting me even more excited. He lubes me up while we continue kissing, pushing his fingers carefully inside me, one by one.

With the condom on in records time, he starts to slowly push into me. I breathe out, hollowing out my back. First I feel his head pop inside, then a moment of slight respite, before a real tightness again as the backed-up foreskin and shaft starts pushing inside. Once it’s all in, I steady myself and breathe deeply. Not a small boy, this Nathan.

Holding me by the hips, he asks, “Ready?” As I nod, he carefully starts thrusting into me. He is strong, and I can feel the weight behind each pump. Once I’m more comfortable, he starts picking up the pace, the lube causing my ass to make wet suction noises.

After a few minutes he is absolutely pounding me, his thighs slapping loudly against mine. It sounds like someone applauding in the room. I almost feel like applauding. I’m so hard and swollen, I can barely touch my blushing prick that is seeping globules of pre-cum, swinging in circular motions, descending down onto the bed.

“Oh-h-h. My-y-y. God-d-d” I stammer as he continues to slam his meat into me.

“I’m close to coming,” he pants after a while, as I look pleadingly over my shoulder at him, suddenly noticing the clock on my wall.

“Thank fuck you are, because we are so late for work!” I reply.

He turns around as well. “Oh shit,” he says, upon realising the time.

Simultaneously he starts digging deeper, as I furiously start stroking my throbbing cock. He ploughs his meat pole so deep into me, I swear I can feel his clipped pubes scratching against the inside of my hole. After a few intense seconds of this I feel my balls starting to contract and pull up.

“Nathan, I think I’m coming!” I yelp. He grabs my hand away from jerking my cock and places it firmly back on the bed, holding down both my arms with his hands. He quickly gets on to his feet, now pounding me extra deep, his thighs brushing past my butt cheeks, fucking me like a crazy dog.

Already past the point of no return, him almost tearing me a new asshole, and absolutely nothing touching my bouncing cock, I come intensely. A loud, deep moan escapes my mouth, as I shoot a long line of thick cum that feels like a piece of orgasmic rope being slowly pulled out of me.

The second shot of cum feels shorter but no less intense.

“Aah, Hannes…” announces the arrival of a third shot of cum, coinciding with his own orgasm. The extra deep thrust from behind propels it out even further then the second load.

Cum shots number four and five he jerks out of me with his hand, in rhythm with his own load exploding inside my ass. After that more cum from my cock just dribbles out over his hand and drips onto the bed, as he breathes heavily onto my neck.

Absolutely exhausted we collapse onto the duvet, panting. Eventually he pulls the condom of his drooping cock, and swings it in front of me.

“Fuck, don’t think I ever came so much, look.”

Milky white cum fills over a third of the available space. We look at it swinging there for a second, the clock slowly coming into focus behind it. “9:23”

“Shit! We really have to get going… Come on!”

After wiping and cleaning as best we can, given the time restraints, we jump out of bed, and embark on a morning-after clothing hunt.

I offer to give him a clean pair of briefs, out of courtesy mostly, but also knowing he’ll probably forget his cum-stained ones here – meaning I’ll have something to sniff later on should I feel randy again.

Once (badly) dressed, we grab our things, slam the front door shut and hurry down the stairs, feeling like two naughty, dirty teenagers.

*     *     *     *

Walking closely together down the road shivering, he hooks his arm into mine – half as a gesture of intimacy, half because it’s absolutely freezing.

On the way, reality starts dawning on us. We have to go and face these people again after the antics of last night. Unfortunately all the people who ended up being blind drunks themselves have today off, and the non-drinkers and prudes are all in. It’s going to be a proper walk of shame…

A few minutes away from work, I receive a text from Taylor. “Are you still alive?! If you didn’t die in a fisting accident, can you hurry the fuck up coming in to work, or at least let me know.”

“Oops, I think I’m in a bit of trouble…” I say to Nathan, as he chuckles at Taylor’s text. “Could be worse, you know. You seem to still have a job…” before adding with a smirk, “and a nice juicy ass, and a big hard cock…” then kissing me on the cheek, smiling at me.

I look at him sceptically, before also slipping into a smile. “Yeah, yeah, yeah – whatever…”

We turn the corner, and see the store in front of us. We both let out simultaneous long sighs. Unexpectedly, he grabs my hand in his as we walk around to the staff entrance. “Gotta support each other through this,” he quips, squeezing my hand.

A few employees are standing by the door, having a quick smoke, falling silent as we walk past them, still holding hands. You can practically hear them whip out their mobile phones, as soon as the door closes behind us.

“Well, good luck handsome,” Nathan says, “I hope your day is bearable.”

“Thanks, you too,” I mumble, as Rose suddenly appears hurrying down the stairs. She is obviously oblivious to last night’s events, as she was probably in bed with a cup of tee by 8:30 last night, reading an Agatha Christie novel.

“Here you are! Can you give me a hand with these plinths? We need to get them to Homewares ASAP. Can you take this one?”

I look over my shoulder to see Nathan shrug, and give me a little wave, before heading the other way.

*     *     *     *

By lunchtime, I feel exhausted and after being severely mocked by Taylor for my “absolutely disgusting public display of hot-homosexuality” and “being extremely disappointed in us for not whipping our cocks out,” he suggests I get some fresh air and try to eat something.

It’s then that I realised I don’t even have Nathan’s number. How will I contact him again, if not at work? Well done Hannes, I think.

Eventually I decide to head over to Menswear, having hidden away from everyone for as long as humanly possible. After the inevitable awkwardness of greeting my colleagues in a completely customer-free department, I find Nathan looking exactly how I’m feeling: Beat.

“Hello…” he says, surprised, piping up a bit.

“Hey, I’m just going on my break and realised I can’t even text you to ask how you are doing… So… I came over here to ask for your number, if that’s OK?”

He gives me a weak smile, and answers “Sure. Absolutely. Actually, I’m desperate for a break too. Can I join you?” I nod, feeling relieved. “Um, I just need… Need to quickly do something in the stockroom downstairs before we go,” he says narrowing his eyes, clearly thinking. “Come with?”

I follow him down the stairs, and into the small stockroom downstairs. Once inside, he lets the door shut behind us, before slamming me against it in the dark. I feel his hot body lean against me, his lips finding mine, while carefully locking the door. It’s pitch dark.

As we eat each other’s faces, I realise I can still faintly smell my cock and taste my ass on his lips from this morning, and find it extremely arousing. Nathan opens my shirt, almost ripping a button or two off, and grabs my chest, squeezing it. My dick is suddenly not so tired anymore and is throbbing against my trousers, managing to escape my briefs, and poking out to the side.

He rubs it lengthways through the fabric with his hand, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I feel his cock pushing against my leg, and grab hold of it, squeezing and massaging it.

I feel the top button of my trousers being undone, before I hear the unmistakable sound of a zip being pulled down quickly. My rock hard cock springs free, and quickly I feel a warm, wet sensation as he takes it in his mouth.

“Argh, fuck Nathan…” I breathe, as he is vigorously slurping up and down on my shaft, circling my head with his hot tongue. I can feel drops of pre-cum being sucked right out of my meat, as he pulls my balls out too, gently tugging and gripping them in his hand.

He pushes my trouser leg up past my calves, and I’m suddenly aware of his thick cock rubbing up against my bare leg, smearing warm pre-cum into the hair.

I hear him softly moaning, his lips sliding noisily along my shaft. I’m close to coming, and want to warn him, but I feel him convulse, followed by three loads of hot jizz spraying up against my leg, as he continues sucking.

It’s enough to send me over the edge too, barely able to finish saying, “I’m comi…” before pumping his mouth full of my sticky cum, him eagerly swallowing as much as he can. The last load escapes out of the side of his mouth and drips down onto my balls, as he comes up for air with a loud gasp.

“Fu-u-u-ck” he pants, “That was a lot.”

“Sorry” I offer, stroking the side of his face.

“Don’t be. Jesus, that was hot,” he chuckles, before coming back up and kissing me, bits of cum transferring onto my beard.

“Uh-huh” is all I can manage.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” he says, “before we get into any more trouble, “switching on the light and pulling his drooping dick back through his fly.

After I’m all buttoned up again, I look around the small space. Eventually I pull out new pair of Armani socks from a pile, before shrugging “Why not,” and hands one to him. I wipe my cock clean, using the other side for his face, while he proceeds to dry my leg and mops the mess on the floor.

Before leaving the stockroom we share a long, deep, tender kiss. For a few seconds we silently look into each other’s eyes, smiling. Finally I nod at him, he nods back, and I open the door.

We walk triumphantly up the stairs holding hands, smiling to ourselves, dirty and smelling of cum. We walk out into the faint afternoon sun, the weak rays highlighting our messy hair, and casting long thin shadows of two men completely at ease.

*     *     *     *

My eighteenth birthday was a magical day for me and I enjoyed my welcome into adulthood.  I was already sexually active, but was very secretive about whom I chose to play with.  I think it’s silly that one changing of a day suddenly allows you to openly explore your sexuality, but I have certainly taken advantage of my new freedom.  I wanted to go out, meet gay men, and flirt the night away.  A friend who is about six months older than me had been telling me about a gay club that he liked to go to.  He seemed excited that I wanted him to take me to my first gay club.  From the stories he had told me, I was going to fit in just fine.  While I am good at keeping secrets about who I sleep with, I’m certainly not shy about my sexuality or who I want to fuck.

He picked me up at 9.  We cranked up the radio and I was dancing in my seat the whole drive there.  I got a little birthday surprise as we pulled into the parking lot when he told me that he wanted me to give him my ‘first legal blowjob’.  In no time, he had parked, turned the car off, and had his cock out.  I leaned over to kiss him as I reached for his stiff meat.  After a little kissing and stroking, I moved into position.  He was a good seven inches, cut, and not too thick.  What little pubes he did have were neatly trimmed and he kept himself very clean.  This wasn’t my first time going down on him, so I knew what he liked.  It was all over in a few minutes.  I had my hand wrapped around his shaft, his head in my mouth, and I moved up and down with a steady, determined pace.  I didn’t slow down as he moaned loudly and began to shoot.  I swallowed several times and tried not to make a mess.  Once he finished, I licked him a little and sat up.  He was grateful as always and we headed for the club.

We showed our IDs at the door and each got Xs on our hands.  I was also given a sticker that read ‘birthday bitch’ in glittery red.  I remember that I could still taste a hint of cum as we entered the dance room.  There was a good size dance floor, lights going, a DJ, and maybe 20 men.  I usually had to be sneaky when I was checking out guys, but there is seemed that everyone was doing it.  My friend recognized someone and led me across the room.  We hadn’t even done anything, but I was already enjoying myself and my smiled showed it.  I was introduced as ‘the one I told you about’ and was wished a happy birthday right away.  He was a few years older than us and I had been told a little about him as well.  We pulled up stools and joined him at a table.  We made small talk for a little while before the conversation inevitably turned sexual.  I was taking inventory of all the hot guys in the club.  Some were dancing, others talking, and a few just scanning the room.  After a bit my new friend began a heated flirting.  He said that I was cuter than he could have imagined and that he heard that I give great head.  I immediately looked at my buddy who just laughed.  I’m not really shy, but I had been playing innocent up until then.  I let him know that I heard a story as well and that I knew he had a thick cock.  With that, the conversation only got dirtier.

The flirting went on for a little bit until he finished his drink.  He asked me if I wanted him to sneak me a shot since I couldn’t be seen with a drink.  I was instructed to wait while he got the shot, wait for him to go to the restroom, and follow him in after a few minutes.  I had a feeling that there was more to this than just a shot, but I was playing coy and wanted to see what would happen.  When I got entered the restroom, there was nobody there except in one stall with the door closed.  As I walked over, I heard the latch unlock after I said his name.  As he opened the door, I saw him with his pants down sitting on the toilet.  He had one hand holding the stall door and the other stroking his thick cock.  I entered, shut the door, and hit my knees.  His hand cupped the back of my neck as I took him into my mouth.  He has pretty big and I couldn’t swallow him as I usually would.  I started my usual method with my tongue and lips working the head and hand stroking the shaft.  I wanted to show him that I knew what I was doing, so I took my time getting him rock hard and then keeping him there.  My free hand found its way to his balls to cup them and grope slowly.  In my previous exploits, I had learned that I loved prolonging a man’s pleasure, making him very hard and horny, and then finally making him cum big.  Giving head is just one way to do this, but I truly enjoy sucking cock.  It’s sexy, intimate, exciting, and I even like the smell and taste.  When a man shoots, that is my reward for doing a good job.  I will gladly swallow a load and smile.  Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love getting fucked, but I want to master all the different ways that I can please a man.

Things were just starting to get slobbery when I heard the restroom door open.  My face was buried in his lap with my eyes closed.  I slowed my pace to keep the noise to a minimum.  My steady pace turned to a slow grind against his shaft.  I think he was about to cum, or at least moan, when he held my head to make me slow down even more.  I took the opportunity to catch my breath as we waited for the unknown visitor to leave.  We could hear him at the urinal, then the sink, followed by the paper towel dispenser, and finally the door.  My lips had never left his cock and he was still just as hard as he could be.  As soon as the door closed, I pushed my head into his lap to take him deeper into my mouth.  I wasn’t able to deepthroat his girth, but could feel his tip at the opening.  He gasped a little and then let out a moan as he exhaled.  I went back to bobbing my head at a steady pace and kneading his rather large sac.  It wasn’t long after that before his hand was on my head holding my  in place and his cock began to pulsate.  I instinctively grabbed his shaft with my other hand and began stroking rapidly.  My mouth was working the rest of him as the cum started to flow.  It was a large load and flowed for a while as I enjoyed him feeding me his seed.  I had to swallow after the larger spurts just to be sure it wasn’t going to run down my chin.  As always, I finished strong and tried to milk him for all the cum I could get.  I pulled away and looked up at him as I swallowed the last of it with a smile.  I was practically glowing from the excitement.  As I stood up, he reached to the top of the toilet paper dispenser and handed me a shot of tequila.  I opened the door and walked to the sinks while he composed himself.  I took the shot, washed up, and left the restroom before he even exited the stall.

I found my friend flirting with another man at the table.  He saw me and waved me over.  We spent time dancing, flirting with several men, and just enjoying the scenery.  You could spot the guys who were definitely going to fuck later as they were grinding on each other.  I even saw a few hands rubbing bulges, though they were trying to be sly.  It was exciting to be in a place with so much sexual energy in the air.  I think confidence is very sexy and I don’t mind a man who is blunt about what he likes or wants.  The man whom I had blown was making his rounds and chatting with several guys.  I must have been about two hours after he had exploded in my mouth that I saw him walk into the restroom again with another man.  My curiosity got the better of me after a few minutes and I decided that I needed to freshen up.  The dancing had got me a little sweaty, so I headed to the restroom.  There were more than just the two of them in there.  A couple were just there to use the facilities and I decided to wait them out.  I pretended that I had to use the urinal and stood there for a while holding my dick.  I could hear some sounds from the stall, but the other men didn’t seem to be phased by it.  They both finished and left.  A quick glance at the floor told me that Mr. Girth was standing up and is appeared the other man was in front of him facing away.  Their pace told me that they were seasoned pros as restroom fucking.  The noise wasn’t much, but enough that I could tell what was happening.  I stood there quietly for a minute just listening and watching their feet from a distance.  It was thrilling to know what was happening right in front of me, even if I couldn’t see it.  I will admit that I was a little jealous; I had never been fucked by a cock that thick and wanted to know how it felt.

I could hear their breathing getting heavier and the noise getting slightly louder.  It sounded like the one being impaled was close to cumming.  My suspicions were confirmed when the breathing turned to staggered moaning.  I could tell he would have been screaming if he hadn’t been trying to be quiet.  Seconds later, I began to hear the same sexy sounds that I had been on the cause of earlier.  He was drilling this man’s ass while cumming hard.  As he slowed and stopped, his conquest turned around and got on his knees.  A used condom dropped to the floor as the man appeared to be swallowing the cock that had just used his ass.  I slipped out of the restroom trying not to be noticed.  I was turned on by listening to them please each other.  I couldn’t see it, but my imagination took care of that.  It was as if I was the camera man in a hot porn scene.  I walked back to meet my friend at the table.  I saw the two men leaving the restroom and I swear the man winked at me.  I wasn’t sure if he knew that I had been listening or if that was just to let me know that something had just happened.  Either way, the man has a nice cock and I knew he probably had guys lining up for it.  He certainly knew lots of the men that were there that night.

My friend informed me that he was going to walk another guy out to his car and that he’d be back in ten or fifteen minutes.  The man was easily in his mid thirties and very attractive.  I was actually very pleased with the appeal of the men at the club and I hit the dance floor to pass the time.  I let loose and danced for the fun of it.  Several men came over to dance with me for short times and I liked the feeling I had while they were checking me out.  Some even went as far as to grind their bulges against me or grab my ass.  I was produce for them to grope and sample, I found it erotic and thrilling to be the object of several men’s desires.  To be honest, there were a couple of those men that I probably would have sucked and swallowed right there on the dance floor.  One even had a bulge extending a good way down his thigh.  I had to wonder if that was even real because it would have been at least ten inches.  After a little while, I saw my friend walk back into the club.  He walked up to me and greeted me with a deep kiss.  I knew instantly that he had just received a mouthful of fresh semen and I could taste the remnants.  We only kissed for ten or fifteen seconds, but when we pulled away, several men were eagerly watching us.  We talked for a little while before deciding that it was time to go.  I had a great time, but with all the dancing and excitement, I was getting tired.

We discussed the events of the evening as he drove towards my house.  Recalling my experiences in the restroom and then hearing about his fun in that man’s car was turning me on even more.  I mentioned that I was hoping to get a birthday fuck as well, but wasn’t sure if it would happen.  We continued talking and at some point I started rubbing his bulge.  He was just as horny as me and I knew I was making him think about sex.  Though I had sucked him off on several occasions, he had never fucked me.  He had told me about some hot times both fucking and getting fucked.  He pulled into the parking lot of a small strip mall and drove around back.  He parked in a dimly lit area almost as if he’d parked in that exact spot before.  I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but he apparently knew what he was doing.  He told me to get out of the car as he did and went to the trunk.  Inside there was a small gym bag which he opened to reveal several sex toys, a few small bottles of lube, and at least a hundred condoms in a variety of sizes and colors.  The swiftness of his actions in the seconds to follow made it obvious that he had been in this situation before.  He told me to pull down my pants as he grabbed a few condoms and some lube.  Like a sex ninja, he had me bent over the back of his car with my bare ass exposed as he pulled out his erection, tossed a condom wrapper to the side, and rolled the contents down his shaft.  He took a little more time in preparing me for what was to happen.  He dripped some lube on his fingers and began rubbing it around my hole.  He was talking to me as he made sure the lube was spread around.  He had apparently talked to another friend of ours about how my ass felt and he was told that I was a great fuck.  He said that he had been waiting to find out for himself.  With that, he stroked his covered cock a few times and positioned his erection in line with my wet pleasure hole.

He didn’t waste much time driving inside me.  I jumped a little and gasped, but there wasn’t really anywhere that I could go.  I was bent over his car with my pants around my ankles and legs spread as far as they would allow.  My knees were slightly bent allowing my thighs and stomach to hug the curve of the trunk lid.  His hands held my hips in place guiding his cock as I arched my back a little and tried to point my ass upward for easier access.  There are many ways to please a man, but it’s hot when all I have to do is allow him to take control.  Any way that I can be on the receiving end of a horny man is probably something I’m going to enjoy.  If I found a magic lamp, one of my wishes would probably be to have more holes to use to make a man climax.  For that moment, I was perfectly content being bent over the trunk of a car in a dark parking lot behind a strip mall.  My friend was driving his cock deep into me and letting me know that he was enjoying it with moans and some common fuck phrases that I had heard before.  To be honest, from his stories I wasn’t sure that he was going to be a good fuck, but he was going at it like a hardcore pro.  There was no passion or foreplay to his style.  This was a deep anal fucking with little regard for my comfort.  I didn’t let on that I was probably enjoying his being under his control more than he was as I figured that was part of the excitement for him.  I was accustomed to the pain associated with deep penetration, but as he quickened his pace, it started to hurt more.  The pleasure always outweighed the pain, but he was trying to be rough, so I played the part and started gasping and moaning.  My head would tilt back and I could see my breath fogging up his rear window.  My hands where in pushup position to keep him from driving my face into the glass.  He began moaning louder as well without any attempt to be quiet.  I could tell he was close to cumming as his thrusts began to fall out of rhythm.  I started telling him to cum for me.  I had been doing everything I could to tighten myself around his shaft, but it was no use with him splitting me open so deep.  I just relaxed and let him use me.

That’s when he came.  His hands moved from my hips to my right shoulder and the small of my back.  He made me arch my back even more and pulled my torso towards him.  He slowed to a forceful and very deep thrusting as I felt that heavenly pulsation in my gut.  He repeated this over and over as if he would never stop.  We were both moaning loudly while he used my body to extend his climax.  It was hot, and I mean amazing, to the extend that I felt as if I was going to orgasm as well.  My moans had turned to screams of pleasure while he buried his cock in me a few last times.  He held his softening cock inside me as he began to relax and catch his breath.  I felt like putty lying motionless on the trunk of his car.  Once he pulled out, I could feel the chilly night air fill the gaping void where his cock had just erupted.  My hairless fuckhole had just begun to tighten as he pulled me away from the car, turned me around, and sat me on the trunk.  I was so focused on getting fucked like a cheap whore that I had barely noticed my own erection or the precum that was glistening on the tip.  He pushed me back against the window as his head dropped into my lap.  His left hand was on my chest while he removed the used condom and started stroking with his right.  It was another first for us as he opened his mouth and swallowed my cock whole.  I was still flush from almost cumming while he was fucking me and now he was working my entire cock with his mouth.  He wasn’t going very fast, but he would go all the way down, wrap his lips tight around me, and stroke me as he came back up.  It was as if he was trying to coax me into cumming for him.  I was so close already, I knew it wouldn’t take too long.  My eyes were fixated on his right hand stroking his cum-soaked cock.  He was still about half erect and it looked so damn sexy that I wanted to taste it.

I had been bent over the trunk of his car, used like a dirty fuck toy, screamed with excitement as my tight little ass made him explode, and now I was getting sucked and staring at him stroking the wet shaft that had just split me open.  The evidence of his enjoyment filled a condom that had been tossed aside.  After maybe thirty seconds of him working my cock, my mind was filling up with pleasures, desires, and fantasies.  I wanted to suck his beautiful cock for hours.  I wanted him to fuck me as hard as he could.  I wanted him to drain his balls into me time and time again.  I want him to breed me raw so I could feel his semen flowing into my gut.  My imagination pushed me over the limit and his coaxing made me throw my head back and scream as I fired my jizz into his mouth.  My orgasms tend to be brief unless I have anal stimulation, but it still felt amazing as I convulsed some and my shots slowed and stopped.  As he stood up, I was flush, weak in the knees, and my jaw was hanging.  He pulled me off the car and his hands went quickly to the sides of my neck.  He met my open mouth with his and began kissing me with a depth and passion that made me melt even more than I already was.  My cum was being shared between us as he practically held me up.  It took a few seconds for me to find my balance, but by the time he pulled away, I was able to stand on my own.

My hand reached for his beautiful cock once more.  He was surprisingly stiff for having been only a few minutes since he came.  I was still in a sexual whirlwind as I dropped to me knees.  I took his moist meat in my mouth and tasted the mixed mess of fluids.  I didn’t waste any time swallowing his shaft and pushing my throat open with his head.  I had sucked him several times, but this was by far the most intense.  My hands were on the cheeks of his ass as I pulled him towards my face.  I used my throat, tongue, and lips to quickly make him as hard as I could.  Within seconds, I felt his familiar hand on the back of my head.  I kept giving him all I could as he moaned loudly and started injecting his hot seed into my mouth once again.  He was giving me every drop that he had left in his balls and I was loving the oozing cum slowing into my mouth.  I licked his cock clean and stood up.  I gave him a short kiss and we both composed ourselves.

The drive home was quiet as we were both glowing from what had just happened.  That was one of my hottest fucks to date and I was told before I left the car that he felt the same.  As we kissed goodnight, he mentioned that the story he heard involved me liking it rough and that he hoped I enjoyed it.  I let him know that it was perfect and will be tough to beat.  As he drove away, I went inside and got ready for bed.  I couldn’t shake the glow of an awesome birthday and a great fuck.  I thought to myself that if I ever find a man who can fuck me like that on a daily basis, I will be his personal whore for as long as he wants.  With that, I fell asleep still reeling about the events of the night.

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