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  • You never know about people

    YOU NEVER KNOW ABOUT PEOPLE

    I finally bought my first home in a quiet neighborhood and looked forward to getting to know my neighbors. I had enjoyed apartment life, especially getting to know some of the single guys and husbands who enjoyed pleasures only another man could provide.

    I purchased a cozy three bedroom two bath home with a large den and an enclosed garage in a quiet neighborhood.  The day I moved in, I met John and Susan Thomas, who lived on one side of me.  John was a construction foreman for a local home builder and Susan was a nurse at a local hospital.  Both were in their early forties. 

    They were both very cordial and friendly with John telling me about the neighborhood.  The couple on the other side of me was Brad and Pam White.  He said that Brad was a store manager for a national home improvement chain and Pam was a high school history teacher.  During our conversation John mentioned that as of late, things had seemed shaky between them.

    I got settled in making the smallest of the three bedrooms my home office and the middle size as the guest room.  I had sized John up as a possible conquest in my need for sexual pleasures with another male.  He had made no attempt in hiding his interest when he glanced at the crotch of my slightly snug jeans.  I felt sure he played if and when he had the chance.

    John was in his early forties and was extremely well built, sporting a muscular barrel chest, muscled arms, and a small waist, and the package between his legs gave the impression of being substantial.

    The following morning as I carried some empty packing boxes out to the street for the trash to pick up, I met Brad, wearing only shorts, as he was preparing to mow his lawn. Brad appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties, closer to my age of thirty-two.  He also had a nice physique like John, but Brad was also extremely hairy, a trait that turned me on big time.  

    However, with Brad, there was some mystique about him that fascinated me, and made me want him sexually more so than John.

    Brad and I talked for a few minutes and before we parted I told him to stop over for a beer if he had time.  I went in and heard him start up the mower.  After ten to fifteen minutes, I heard the mower stop and his wife yelling at him that he was supposed to get the oil changed in her car.

    He told her that he needed to get the yard done and if it was that important she could go down and get it done herself.  The mower started back up and a few moments later I heard tires squeal as she left the house.

    Then, after he had finished the front yard, I heard a knock on the door an as I opened it, he said, “Is that offer of a beer still good?”

    “Hell yea,” I replied, “Come on in.”

    He stepped in and followed me to the kitchen, where I handed him his beer.  After taking his first sip, he looked at me and said, “I want to apologize to you for you having to hear my wife the day after you move in.”

    “Hey, man, don’t worry about it,” I replied.

    “I don’t know what her problem is, but for the last few months I can’t do anything right.  I’m not sure how much more I can take.”

    “Brad, don’t worry about it.  If you need to get away, come on over here.  Maybe we can take in a ball game or something,” I said before noticing the head of his cock showing in one of the legs of his shorts.  He was commando.  

    It was then I decided on a plan of action, and asked if there was a gym nearby. He said that there was and I said that maybe he and I could hit the gym a few evenings a week or so. He was all for it.

    I found the gym, which was small but well equipped and had both a steam room and a dry sauna.  I joined and was given five guest passes.  As the next weekend approached, I asked Brad if he would like to go to the gym with me Saturday evening late and he said he would.  It was fairly slow and he didn’t seem the least bit shy about stripping in front of me or going to the sauna nude with me after the workout.  In the sauna, he made no attempt at all to stay covered.  I had to admit that he was well endowed and was hot as hell.

    The months passed and Brad and I frequented the gym a couple times a week and on Sundays, John, Brad and I spent those afternoons watching sports at my place.

    It wasn’t easy keeping my desires to myself, since I wanted both of them in my bed  together or separately, it didn’t matter.

    Then, one Saturday afternoon, I went to one of the local adult video stores I had found and started frequenting and went into a booth, noticing a ’glory hole’ in the divider. Curious about what the other man might be doing, I leaned over and peeked through and was able to tell that the man had his cock out and was lovingly stroking his cock. I began watching my own selection and took my own cock out.  

    A moment later I took my own cock out and began stroking when I noticed a finger slip through the hole and motion me to put my cock through.  I did and the man immediately swallowed my cock and began sucking my cock.  After a few moments I pulled back and motioned for him to put his through.  He did and I sucked his thick load out and swallowed the delicious nectar.

    He then motioned for me to put mine back through, which I did, and he was soon devouring my creamy load.  Once I was drained, I put myself together and exited my booth.  

    I headed for the parking lot and as I got into my car, I noticed another man exit the store.  It was John, my next door neighbor, and my brain began calculating the odds that it was he in  the booth next to me.  I tried to exit the lot before he noticed me but I failed at my attempt.  As I headed for the exit, he spotted me and I pretended not to notice him.  

    I arrived home and moments afterward, there was a knock on my door.  It was John.

    As I opened the door to let him in I casually said, “Hey, guy, what’s up?”

    He looked at me and said, “I think you know what’s up, and I’m referring to the adult video store.  I saw you leaving as I was leaving, and I’m begging you not to say anything to Susan.’

    “Look, yes I saw you, but what either of us do on our spare time is no one else’s business, so don’t worry about it. It’s our secret.”

    “Man, if she knew I was at one of those places, she would kill me ,” he replied as he gave me a big bear hug, and to his surprise, I returned the affection.

    “You go there often?” I asked.

    “Oh, maybe once a week if that often,” he replied.  “What about you?”

    “That was my first time there, but it was interesting,” I told him.

    “You have no idea,” he said with a sly grin.

    I wanted to press him for more information but thought better of it, at least for the time being.

    After that, when I passed the video store, if I saw John’s car, sometimes I would stop and other times I would keep going. After a few late Saturday night visits, I found out what John was referring to.

    The not only had the video booths but also a ’theater’ which showed straight porn but the human action in the theater between customers was far from straight.  It was common to see one guy fucking another or one or two guys going from customer to customer sucking their cocks while others watched.  

    I did suck John a few times more through a glory hole and let him suck me but I made sure my identity was kept secret from him, at least for the time being.

    I had been in the house about six months when things came to a head between Brad and Pam.  Their screaming and name calling spilled out into the yard and to prevent either from getting violent, I had Brad come into my house for the night.

    Once we were inside, I asked what got things started and he said just one word, “Sex.”

    “What?” I asked.

    “I started loving on her and she refused my advances. When I asked what was wrong, she said she wasn’t in the mood.  When I told her she was never in the mood she was quick to tell me that she only enjoyed sex every month to six weeks.  Anything more often than that was dirty.  I need it at least once a week if not more.”

    “Well,” I began jokingly, “you can always take matters in hand.”

    “I do that regularly, but it’s just not the same,” he replied.  “A buddy at work is going through the same thing and said he met a guy online that loved to give blow jobs.  He said he visit’s the guy two to three times a week to get serviced until his wife is ready for sex.  I’m considering doing the same thing, but I’m not sure how I would feel about letting a total stranger do it to me.”

    “Have you ever been serviced orally?” I asked.

    “Just a couple of times back in college. A girl I dated some invited me to join her and her brother in a three way.  Several times he sucked me while he was fucking her, and I have to admit it felt awesome.”

    “So you’re thinking of getting blow jobs  when Pam doesn’t want sex?” I asked.

    “Hell yea, but from someone I trust.”

    “Brad,” I began, “may I tell you something and you keep it to yourself?”

    “Sure,” he replied.  “What is it?”

    “I’ll be glad to service you orally whenever you need it if you want me to,” I said, looking him in the face.

    “Fuck, Mark, are you saying you suck cock?”

    “I do, and I enjoy it.  I have since my teens.”

    “Well, you don’t sound or act gay and I find it hard to believe you,” he said.

    “Not all men that are gay are obvious.  But I’ll gladly prove it if you want me to.”

    He sat silent for a moment looking at me then stood and dropped his shorts and said, “Prove it.”

    He sat back onto the sofa and I sat between his legs and as I grasped his awesome cock, it began to slowly stiffen. Without any hesitation, I swallowed his cock and let it finish getting hard in my mouth.

    As I started to piston back and forth on his now rock hard cock, he moaned softly in pleasure and a moment later said, “Man, that’s as good if not better than any cunt I ever fucked.  Please don’t stop.”

    I took my time making love to his cock and I soon could tell he was getting close.    Then it happened!

    With a loud gasp, he shoved his cock into my throat as it began to explode, filling my mouth with hot thick cum.  Hungrily, I began to swallow and soon I had milked him dry.

    “Oh, man,” he began, “that was awesome.  I needed that.”

    “Well, I’m here whenever you need me.  It will be up to you to take the lead, and tell me when you need it.”

    “Believe me, I will.  Like I said, that was better than a lot of the pussy I have fucked.”  

    We talked a while and he returned home and things were quiet and calm.  Then, two evenings later there was a knock at the door and when I answered, I found Brad standing there with a sly grin on his face.

    “Come on in,” I said standing back to let him in.  Then looking at him, I asked, “You need my services?”

    “Oh yea,” he said. “Yesterday I jerked off in the shower but it was no where close to the satisfaction I got from you.”

    I led him to my bedroom and had him completely remove his pants and briefs.  This time I started by gently licking and sucking on his beautiful large balls while his cock stiffened.  Once he was totally hard, I swallowed it in its entirety, burying my nose in his thick bush. As I did, he gasp loudly then let out a sigh.

    I began working on him and soon he fed me a huge, thick, creamy load.  After swallowing the load, I began to gently lick his cock clean and as I did he smiled ad said, “That was even better than the first time.”

    “Like I said,” I began, “ I enjoy doing it so feel free to come over anytime.”

    I was sucking Brad a couple of times a week and enjoying every minute of it, and occasionally sucking John at the video store. Then, about two months later, Brad came over and said, “Well, it’s happened.  Pam asked me to move out.”

    “No shit?” I said.  “Where will you go?”

    “I have no idea. The house is in her dad’s name and all the furniture is theirs.  All I have to my name is my clothes, and my car.”

    “When does she want you out?” I asked.

    “Immediately. Her parents have a renter waiting and she is moving in with a guy she works with. She admitted that the reason she didn’t want sex with me was that he satisfying her needs better than me.”

    “How long has that been going on?” I asked.

    “From what she said, months,” he replied. 

    “Well, lets go get your things and you can move into my spare room until you decide what to do.”

    “Mark, are you serious?  How much rent?” he asked.

    “Just chip in on the grocery bill,” I told him.

    He thanked me and gave me a hug and together we went over and moved his belongings in short time. Once everything was put away he asked, “You got a beer handy?”

    It was a Friday and I said, “In fact, I do.  I have plenty, but you have to give me your car keys first.”

    He smiled and handed them over and went to the fridge and brought back one for each of us.

    As we sat in the den and opened out beers, I asked Brad if he had any idea what he was going to do. 

    He said that since she just filled him in that she was moving in with her co-worker and her parents were selling the house that day, he hadn’t had time to think about it.

    I wanted to do all I could for him and told him that there was no rush on him finding a place to live.  

    I sat facing him and said, “Brad, you don’t have to rush into anything.  Stay here as long as you like, and I’ll leave it up to you to decide on a fair rent.  Besides, I think I might like the company.”

    “Mark, are you serious?” he asked, stunned at my offer.

    “Totally,” I replied, then added, “I just have to remember that I’m not the only one here now and can’t run around nude.”
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    He started laughing and said, “You do that, too?”

    “Oh, yea.  Do you?” I asked.

    “Every chance I got.  Whenever Pam was gone to work or out with her mother, I was usually nude.”

    “Well,” I began, “we have seen each other nude at the gym numerous times, so why should here be any different. I don’t see any reason we can’t do it here, do you?”

    “Not in the least,” he replied.

    I waited a second then stood and walked to my bedroom, returning seconds later totally nude. seeing me, he smiled and said, “If you will excuse me, I think I’ll get more comfortable also.”

    With that said, he disappeared to his room and returned a second later also totally nude.  Then, as he sat down, he laughed and said, “What are we going to do if one of us pops a boner?”

    “Good question,” I replied.  “We can handle that if it ever happens.”

    For the rest of the evening, we talked about things in general while consuming a few more beers.  Then about eleven, we decided to head to bed, and as we turned out the lights and headed to our separate bedrooms, he stopped me and gave me a hug, saying, “Thanks for being a friend when I desperately needed one.”

    “That’s what friends do for each other,” I replied.

    We went on to bed and for several weeks we lived our separate lives during the day and as roommates in the evening and weekends. Living nude together somehow just seemed normal and neither of us thought anything about it.  The only thing different between us as roommates, was when Brad would tell me he needed my services and I would give him a blow job.

    Then, one Friday evening as we prepared to go to bed, Brad had taken our empty beer bottles to the trash, and as he reentered the den, he tripped over the corner of a rug  and began a tumble to the ground.  Fortunately, I was in just the right position to catch him and prevent him from hitting the floor. 

    I managed to catch him and break his fall, and as I did, he ended up with his face just a mere inch or so from mine. Our eyes met, and we look into each others eyes.  Then, in a split second,. He very casually pressed his lips to mine and as he did, he offered his tongue and I accepted.

    He regained his composure, and as we parted, he looked at me and said, “I’m sorry, but it just seemed the natural thing to do.”

    With my arms still around him, I looked into his eyes and said, “Don’t apologize.  I totally enjoyed it.”

    Then as he looked into my eyes, not sure how to respond, I leaned forward and we kissed again, this time wrapping our arms around each other as our tongues explored each others mouth.

    Eventually, the kiss ended and without saying a word, I took his hand and led him to my bedroom.  Once there, I lay him on the bed and as I lay next to him we kissed again as our hands began to fondle each others rapidly rising cock.

    Seconds later I quickly, yet casually flipped into a sixty-nine and before I could settle into my position, Brad had my cock in his mouth and was hungrily caressing it with his tongue, a very experienced tongue.  I swallowed his awesome hard cock and we lovingly brought each other to a wild and fantastic climax, each devouring the others thick, creamy load.

    As the sixty-nine ended,  I flipped back around and lay next to Brad, and said, “I never dreamed you sucked cock also, and I assume Pam doesn’t know.”

    “Fuck no!” he exclaimed.  “If he had found out, I would have been out of the house immediately.”

    “Well, since we both seem to like the same thing, how would you like to start sharing my bed with me at night?”

    “I’d love it and I can’t wait to see hot that tool of yours fits into my ass.”

    “Well, my dear friend, you will find out later tonight.”

    “I can’t wait,” he replied, then said, “Mai I ask you opinion about something?”

    “Sure, what is it?”

    “What is your opinion of John?” he said.

    “What do you mean?” I asked.

    “Do you think he might play?”

    “What makes you think he might?” I asked.

    “It’s just a feeling I have.  When it’s been just he and I talking out in the yards, I’ve noticed that he will glance down at my crotch from time to time.”

    “I’ve notice that also,” I said.

    “Does he know you live nude?”

    “No.  Whenever anyone knocks, I slip on some shorts real quick.”

    “I just bet he would be hot in bed,” Brad said.

    It would be hot as hell to have a three way with John, and I made up my mind that the next time I saw him I would make sure he saw me.

    Brad and I began making out and soon we were both rock hard and I heard him softly say, “Fuck me, please.”  

    I reached into the night stand and retrieved the lube and moments later, with Brad on his back and legs pulled up, I began my entry.

    As the head slipped in, I heard him say “Oh, yes,” and I continued my entry until I was in his ass balls deep.

    “Oh, damn, Mark, I love it, now fuck the hell out of me.”  I began plowing his hole hard, fast, and deep and as I did, he kept saying how great it felt and that I knew how to fuck. It didn’t take long for me to fill his ass with my load.  

    I had noticed that as I was climaxing deep into his ass, he was shooting his load out onto his stomach.  After pulling out, I leaned down and licked him clean, letting him watch me devour his cum load.  Afterward, we showered and returned to bed and cuddled together before going to sleep.

    The next morning after coffee, I was out on the porch and saw John leaving.  As he did, he called back to his wife, “I have several stops to make so I might be a while.”

    I knew he had been at the video store on Saturday mornings before because I had been there also.  Quickly, I went inside and told Brad I had an errand to run and quickly dressed and left.

    Upon arriving at the video store, I looked for John’s car and didn’t see it.  I parked mine way around the side and went in and waited.

    I watched the lobby area from inside the video arcade and about twenty minutes later I saw John enter and pay his entry fee. 

    I quickly slipped into an empty booth and watched as he entered the arcade.  He went to a booth two doors down from me and I quickly went into the booth next to him, knowing that there was a glory hole between our booths.  I quickly chose a movie then slid down my shorts and began stroking my cock.

    I kept watching the hole and moments later I saw his lips at the hole then his tongue protrude from between his lips.  I turned and put my cock to the hole and felt his hot wet mouth engulf my hard cock.  After sucking me a few moments, he pulled off but held my cock in his hand.  Suddenly, I knew what he was doing.

    He had turned around and was backing up to my cock directing it into his hot ass.  I felt it make entry then slowly go deeper until he had it all in him.  I began to piston in and out of his hot hole and soon filled his ass with my thick, creamy load. 

    He pulled off and I heard his say softly, “That was awesome and I loved it.  Thanks.”

    I quickly pulled up my shorts, waiting for him to exit his booth.  As he did, I exited mine and as we stood face to face, I said, “You’re quite welcome.”

    He froze for a moment then said, “That was you in the other booth.”

    “Yep, and it wasn’t the first time you have had me.  We blown each other numerous times..”

    “Mother fuck!  Are you serious?” he asked.

    “Yes, John, I am. We’ve blown each other probably a dozen times in the past.  I was just waiting for the right time to let you know it was me.”

    “I don’t fucking believe this but I have to admit that I loved it.”

    “Well, Brad is going out for tonight so why don’t you come over.  Tell Susan we’re watching the ball game.  Let’s do it right and get in bed.”

    Smiling, he said, “You got a deal,” after we had set a time.

    He leaned forward and we kissed passionately.  As we separated, I said, “See you tonight.”

    Returning home, I told Brad that I had a surprise for him.  He asked what it was and all I told him was that I had invited a close friend over to play and that I wanted him to leave the house for a half hour of so then return quietly and join us.  He smiled and immediately agreed.

    As time for John to arrive approached, I told Brad to leave and what time to return.  I quickly straightened up the place and turned my bed covers back, making it ready for action.

    John arrived and as I let him in, he smiled and said, “This is all I have thought about since we talked at the video store.”

    After shutting the door I said that it had been on my mind also.  I led him to the bedroom and watched as he quickly stripped totally nude.

    The lights were low and as we made out passionately, I whispered into his ear, “I have a surprise for you.  Someone is joining us and I think you will be pleased.”

    “Really?  When? Who?” he said rapidly.

    “You just have to wait and see,” I replied.

    When it was time, I had john get on his back and I straddled his chest and slid my hard cock into his mouth.  In this position, it gave Brad clear access to John’s cock without being seen.

    I barely heard the front door close and moments later I turned my head just enough to see Brad enter the bedroom.  Ever so slowly, he eased up onto the bed and before John knew what was happening, Brad had John’s cock in his mouth.  It was then that I heard John moan softly in pleasure.

    John continued sucking my cock and after a few moments, I pulled out of his mouth and rolled to the side, giving him, a clear view of Brad devouring his cock.

    When John saw Brad sucking his cock, he was surprised and said, “Mother Fuck! Brad?”  

    Brad paused and said, “Yep, and I’m finally getting the other cock I wanted.”

    I lay to the side and watched, and after a moment, John had Brad stop and come up to him and they kissed passionately, before John flipped into a sixty-nine and I got to watch my two best friends drain each others cocks.

    After eating each others loads, together, they sucked mty cock and shared my built up cum load in a hot passionate kiss.  After some conversation, the fucking started and before it was over each of us had had the other two cock buried in our asses.

    After that night every chance he got John was over visiting Brad and I and engaging in sex, either oral or anal.  John loved having one if us in his ass and the other in his mouth at the same time.

    For six months, we had sex every chance we could.  It was then that John told us that Susan had asked him for a divorce, saying that she had fallen in love with her boss, and he was wanting to marry her.  He said he immediately agreed, not telling her that he wanted to be single again.

    During the divorce proceedings, the three of us made a decision.  John and I both agreed to sell our homes and together the three of us would buy a home in the country where we could live nude and commute into town for work.

    We found a place with a nice pond for skinny dipping and began our life together in a three way love affair.

    That was six years ago and we are more in love with each other than anyone could imagine, and our sex life is the best ever.  We do have one on one sex regularly and at least twice a week we indulge in a hot and wild three way, where anything goes.

    Life couldn’t be better.

  • Kasyn, the Spunk-Prince

    While world-rattling events happen around them, the brothers make an important decision…

    Torus and Naxon, limbs pretzeled together, throbbed against each other, their lean bodies glossed with sweat. “I love you so much, baby,” Torus cried and gave another stab of his cock into his body-modified brother’s vagina. 

    “Don’t cum yet.” Naxon inhaled deeply and shivered, briefly cooled by his own evaporating sweat. “Here. Take this off now.” He wriggled beneath Torus, clenched his thighs, dislodged the fat prick from his cunt. “That fucking rubber. Get rid of it!”

    Torus, wide-eyed: “You’re sure?”

    Naxon reached and grabbed the boy’s thick condom-clad rod and slid it off. “I’m in heat right now. Give it to me, baby. Your pup. Right fucking now!”

    “But…”

    “I’m sure! And I know you are, too! I don’t want to wait for our wedding! I won’t!”

    Torus moaned a little bit, savored the sensation of reinserting his dong but this time—and for the first time—with his cock-skin bare and slicked with Naxon’s pussy-juice. Keeping bare sperm-dripping cocks out of this snatch had been nearly a full-time preoccupation for Torus in the weeks since Naxon had undergone this modification to his physical sex characteristics and decreed that only Torus would one day be allowed to make him pregnant. Torus had overseen even their father Kyler and their stepfather Kasyn wrapping their poles before being permitted to fuck their son in this manner. And there three brothers as well, all agreeing to this precaution so that they might experience the novelty of Naxon’s new point of entry. His one failure—Naxon’s really as Torus had not present for it—had been Jaustin Moss. The pretty singer had indeed slipped the rubber over his huge wang before drilling Naxon, but he’d either sabotaged it beforehand (Torus’s suspicion) or it had broken sometime after penetration. Jaustin had claimed that it had been accident of which he’d been entirely unaware until after he’d splatted his seed into Naxon’s womb. Naxon had accepted that it was an accident, and he’d immediately gotten some emergency contraception from Doctor Phibes, but Torus demanded a consequence. He’d brought Jaustin before Kasyn, who punished the lad with the paddle followed by a long, hard gang-fuck, Kasyn and the five sons of Kyler all having their full use of Jaustin Moss’s tight asshole.

    Moved almost to literal tears, and surging with the most intense fuck-pleasure throughout his tight and tense body, Torus sobbed out a hard “I love you” against Naxon’s lips. 

    “I love you so much, boy,” Naxon whispered, and they spasmed together, united in their climax, Naxon’s spunk spilled upon his own belly, and his brother-husband’s deep inside him.


    On Mars…

    Jaustin and Radon sat together in the warm bath facing one another, water nearly to their collarbones. Radon spread his legs and pulled Jaustin closer. Beneath the water, he clasped both of their cocks together and stroked slowly. Jaustin laughed and pulled his boyfriend into a kiss, his fingers in Radon’s damp hair, enjoying his lips and his tongue and his fingers jacking him off under the water. “You’re very horny this afternoon, baby,” Radon said.

    “For you always.” Jaustin inhaled deeply, feeling that sensation of an impending spunk-spill building in his crotch. 

    “How many angel-boys did you knock up today?”

    “Eighteen!” That was the most he had done in a single “workday” in Jade-Mothra’s breeding program. He still found it difficult to guess at any Martian angel’s actual age, but he’d learned just by asking them that several were actually men twice Jaustin’s age while a couple of them were quite young mans. Twice he was given pairs of twin brothers. His approach in these cases was to get right to business and inseminate one of them and then let them together arouse him for his next load. When ready, he put his pole and his spunk into the second brother while the first watched.

    Radon said, “You sure make a lot of juice, boy.”

    Justin sighed, rising closer and closer to the point of letting out some more. “All the Juice-E that I shoot up with helps, but I don’t even really need it that often. These nuts that I have nowadays are even better than my old ones!”

    Radon squirted against Jaustin’s dong, and Jaustin jetted out a moment later. A few moments later, some of their combined juice had risen to the surface of the water between them. Radon attempted to cup it in his hands and slop it onto Jaustin’s hair. He extended his damp wings around Jaustin’s shoulders and kissed him again. “When we get out of this bath, I want to show you something that I found in that book you’ve been reading.”

    “Interesting! But what if I’m still horny now?”

    It was some before the boys finally did emerge from the bath.


    Kyler has a sweet private meeting with Naxon…

    Kyler, alone his quarters, stood naked before the bathroom’s huge mirror and dried his freshly shaved face with a thick aubergine towel. He smeared his palms and fingers with pomade and brushed them through his slightly damp hair, raising and fluffing his reddish-brown pompadour. I need a haircut soon, he thought, dissatisfied with his coif. He re-tousled his hair and made another attempt. He wanted to look decent for what he was about to do. But I won’t really be there. Just an avatar in a fake Byzantium.  He gave up on his hair, rinsed pomade residue from his hands and dried them. He heard a knock at the frame of the room’s door. Startled, he turned, ready to be annoyed with whoever had barged in on him. But it was Naxon, and the sight of his odd, beautiful son warmed him deeply. It felt like it had been a long time since he’d last seen him.

    “I hope it’s okay,” said the boy, “that I just showed up. I wanted to catch you before…your thing today. Ian told me that you are going to an important meeting.”

    Kyler smiled, warmed by Naxon’s gentle apologetic tone. “If I ever say I don’t have time for you, sweetheart, please let me know what an asshole I am!”

    Naxon laughed and stepped into the bathroom, close to Kyler, and they hugged. Does he always smell like this? Kyler wondered. He inhaled and recognized that faint boy-musk typical of all his sons even after a bath, but there was something else beneath it. Elderflower? Is he wearing a perfume? It didn’t matter anyway, so unobtrusive and vaguely pleasant as it was.

    “And what’s the occasion, Naxon, for this pleasant surprise?”

    Naxon stepped back slightly and stood tall, hands clasped behind his back. “I don’t mean to pester you now about my wedding plans with Torus, but it is somewhat more urgent now that we set a date for it.”

    “Urgent?”

    “Within six months, Kyler! I want to be seen in my wedding suit, already bulging with my baby.”

    “Your baby!”

    Naxon grinned. “It’s happening. I asked Torus to give me his pup. And he said yes. And we did it. The Doctor confirms that I am pregnant.” Naxon glanced downward. “Does that turn you a little bit, Kyler?”

    Kyler prick pointed out and slightly upward, right at Naxon’s navel. “Yeah,” said Naxon, “it does mean you would no longer need to wrap that in rubber if you wanted to bone me.”

    The lad raised his skirt and hopped up onto the stone countertop, bare ass between the two bathroom sinks. He grabbed Kyler left hand. He spread his legs and pulled Kyler’s fingers between them. Kyler pressed his middle finger to the second knuckle into Naxon’s vaj. “Torus lubed me up again before I came to see you.”

    Kyler pressed close, hips between his son’s thighs. “And you’re sure you’re already knocked up?”

    “Doctor-certified!”

    Naxon murmured and cooed a little bit as Kyler sheathed his meat in the boy’s slit, already slippery from Torus’s very recent cum-injection. 

    Kyler took it slowly at first, intrigued by the sensation of fucking a male in this unusual way. He’d not enjoyed at all the process by which he was made to sire his daughters; he’d tried to make the process of siring his sons as enjoyable as possible, but he’d never had any desire again to put in his stick in an actual vagina, but Naxon’s enthusiasm for it and their shared love for one another made the experience as hot as any he’d had previously with this young man. For some reason, as he felt the upward rise toward an orgasm build, Kyler recalled how, several years ago when his five sons were coming into physical maturity and had begun sexual experimentation with one another, being told that they’d taken up frequent games of “soggy biscuit” and how Naxon, for some reason was always the loser—or the winner depending upon how looked at it. Each time he’d been the one “forced” to eat a big butter cookie soaked to warm mush by his four brothers’ spunk (and his own, too, discharged just after the others had finished).

    Kyler drooled a thick streamer of spit onto Naxon’s long upright cock and commenced stroking the boy, pushing him, too, toward a climax. Naxon soon  jetted out a hot white gush, the leading end of which reached Kyler’s throat and slid down the center of his chest. Kyler stabbed a little harder, a little faster and let go, flooding his son’s sheath as the boy’s dick spasmed out a few more dribbles of white juice.

    They hugged each other close for a minute or two and eventually Kyler said, “You and Torus pick the date and I will take care of the rest. Whatever else might be going on then, we will clear the calendar!”


    Kyler visits Byzantium by technological means…

    Prince Kyler, having made his decision, prepared to appear “in person” in a virtual place, an aetherspace construct that would serve as the hall for a grand convocation of the electors to select a new Pope, this after Kyler’s interrogators had forced a statement of resignation from Nazrata II who remained the prince’s prisoner.

    Kasyn had created an avatar for Kyler, one to which Kyler required many revisions to make it less ostentatious and sexually lurid: “I cannot appear in the convocation looking like a bara/yaoi fuck-doll!”

    “But that’s kind of what you do look like!” Kasyn protested. “If your biceps and pecs were just a bit more balloon-like and if you had a two-foot dick and nuts the size of pomelos, this would be you! Focus on the face!”

    “The face isn’t too absurd. But please fix the rest of it now!”

    Kasyn pursed his wet red-stained lips into a perfect pout and went back to work on the avatar.

    “And put some fucking clothes on me, too!” Kyler added. “I’m not going to a papal election in nothing but a harness!”

    After a few moments, Kasyn had reduced the Kyler-avatar’s musculature and crotch-meat to more reasonable proportions, and dressed him in a conservative suit of black waistcoat and jacket and kilt. “This boring enough for you, daddy?”

    “Much better!” Kyler leaned in and kissed Kasyn’s cheek. 

    Ian, entered the room, trailed by Chadon and Maxon—the Apparatus Priapus chiefs who’d turned out to be among Kasyn’s first sons, sired from his trans-aetheric sperm. They’d quit wearing their colored contact lenses, letting their eerie shifting eye-tone be visible. Kyler figured he ought by now to be getting used to the other-light in the eyes of Kayan’s pups, but it still unnerved him a bit each time he saw it.

    “What are you two doing up here?” wondered Kasyn. “You had better be following Ian’s orders to the letter or I shall have to punish you!”

    “Daddy!” cried Maxon. “We try so hard, but we may have been somewhat unruly this morning. Perhaps we deserve punishment!” Next to him, Chadon nodded vigorously and moved to unclasp his belt as if he were about to bare his ass for the paddle. 

    “Not now, if you please!” said Ian. “It is time for you, Lord Kyler, to appear at the convocation! They begin in moments!”

    “I’ll deal with you naughty boys soon enough,” Kasyn said. “But first, we have some important business.” He turned to Ian. “The avatar is prepared.”

    Ian waved open a huge projection screen version of the aetheric interference, now displaying the rapidly filling the circular hall in Byzantium where the conclave was virtually occurring. “Access sign received from Vatican One. Kyler, speak the countersign.”

    Kyler: “Can you repeat the question?”

    Instantly, the Kyler-avatar uploaded into the aetherspace simulation and seated itself in the lowest rung of benches facing the dais. Ian positioned a microphone in front of Kyler. “When this light is on, they can hear you in the hall. If you want to speak to us privately, you’ll mute it.”

    “Got it.” Kyler spoke aloud in the hall: “So what’s all this then?”

    A little roll of laughter emanated from the people—avatars—nearest Kyler, other dignitaries arriving and taking their virtual seats. One of them turned to face Kyler and a helpful sign materialized above his head ID-ing him as “Shadout, Prince-Aetheric, House Kamplex, Principality Lemuria-Id.” The red-haired, yellow-faced yaoi avatar clasped Kyler-avatar’s hand and laughed. “Kyler! It’s been entirely too long since we last spoke!”

    “Oh, truly, Shadout, it’s been too long! Have you been keeping your hands clean since that little spice-smuggling incident?”

    “Kyler, you’re still a rogue! I wonder now why we never hooked up!”

    “As I recall, you said your mama didn’t like me (and she likes everyone). Also, you’re like seventy years older than me.” In fact, when Kyler was last in Lemuria he was a young teenager—there on a trade mission with his father—and he focused on avoiding Shadout’s attentions while at the same time trying to engineer a four-way fuck with Shadout’s identical triplet sons. Sadly the trio of identically beautiful boys were burdened with a very rigid and silly incest taboo and would not agree to even touch one another nor have sex even with an unrelated person if one of their brothers was in the same room. Kyler had been able to fuck them individually but never all together as he’d dreamed. He nudged Shadout and said, “But I had a very good time with your boys, you know!”

    Shadow guffawed for a bit too long and eventually said, “But you should see me in meatspace now, young Kyler! It’s amazing what the new biotectic mods can do for one’s skin and…genitalia!”

    Kyler muted his mic and groaned and tried to think up a riposte, but fortunately the moment was gone. Said Shadout, “Oh! We must be quiet! It’s beginning!” and the avatars seated themselves. 

    Kyler looked around via his avatar and saw the members of the conclave, numbering over five thousand and from every point in the human-inhabited solar system seat themselves and be quiet. A voice, rumbling and low, pervaded the space: “This, the Sixty-Ninth Conclave for the Ascension of the Holy Father, is now in order!”

    Mic off, Kyler said to Kasyn, “Watch this shit. How long we are here depends on what happens right now.”

    A sussurus, and then a cheer, and then a loud gavel strike. “Order! What’s all this now?”

    “Motion of privilege, Lord. The House Chasmata moves to dispense with the Succession Mass and go directly to nominations.”

    A series of seconds to the motion—all from the secular princes, including Kyler—were recorded and Kyler said to Kasyn, “We were just spared an hour of churchy formalities.”

    “The motion is agreed to,” boomed the disembodied voice. “As a point of privilege, House Chasmata may put the first name into nomination.”

    Kyler was surprised to see the avatar of the Chasmata prince, Jason-Rabban, stand up just a few virtual meters away and say this: “We put forth into nomination for holy approval the name of Kyler, the Prince-Aetheric of the Esteemed and Gleaming House Phaeton, Autarch of  the Hidden City, Holder of the Charred Keys, Sovereign of Mas-Insemina, Blessed be His Name, Forever His Reign!”

    Kasyn hit the mute on Kyler’s mic. “You really have all those titles? What the fuck?”

    Said Kyler, “I’m more curious as to why Jason-Rabban nominated me. I don’t even know the dude.”

    Then another susurrus as a new figure stood to speak.

    “Look at this shit,” said Kasyn.

    The just-vaguely recognizable avatar became more so by his caption: “Elisha, Priest-Speaker of Great Cthulhu.” He said, “I am authorized to speak as a bloc for the Cult Cthulhu, and we second Lord Kyler’s nomination.” 

    A little graphic hove in view showing the tally of nominations. Aside from a few entered remotely and with no seconds, Kyler’s name was followed by the number 316. It jumped to 831 after Elisha’s announcement. 

    Kasyn: “You fuckin’ knew he was going to do that, didn’t you?”

    Kyler shrugged.

    And then a commotion following a bodiless voice that said this: “The Aetheric Emperor requests and requires admittance!”

    On the dais, all avatars dropped their knees, save for the Speaker who said, rather shakily, “All stand for the Supreme Lord of the Aether, His Mightiness, the True Holy Byzantine Emperor Jade-Mothra!”

    “The boy is basically naked,” said Kasyn. Behind him Chadon and Maxon tittered. Kyler hushed them all. Silence settled over the conclave as the delegates got their first view of Jade-Mothra—that is until a voice interrupted with this: “The Banking Clan also supports Lord Kyler!” His nomination count ticked up by a couple dozen. Delegates shushed the banking delegate.

    Kyler sighed. “Just what we needed. The fucking bankers.”

    Recall the form and the beauty of the Emperor: The creature that occupied the wrought-metal throne looked like a thing bleached by centuries of sun in the cathedral grounds of Byzantium. But then, it moved: a slow rustling, a fluffing of feathers, and then a sudden unfurling of wings. The osmium-laminated adamantium crown of the Aetheric Emperor pinched back the shock-white locks of the pale avian boy. One could be excused to wonder if this being was an albino, but when ones gets a bit closer, one can see Jade-Mothra’s large shiny eyes, their irises the color of a bottle of green Chartreuse, that one can perceive that the Emperor’s hair is more gold than white and that his lips are vampire blood-red. And that Jade-Mothra was quite young.

    “And he looks real,” Ian remarked. “Not like an avatar.”

    “The people on the dais are real,” Kyler said. “Look closely. The Emperor looks real because he is projecting by holography into the actual cathedral in Byzantium. This is the first time we’ve really seen him: live from Mars.”

    And thus spake Jade-Mothra, the Aetheric Emperor: “More than three centuries have passed since a worthy last occupied this throne, the Emperor Twink-Invictus, who was—let’s just say it out loud finally!—assassinated by the Chaos Ejaculatum with the tacit approval of the Byzantine Curia.” A hurricane of gasps and shouts of astonishment and cries for mercy. “Silence!” Somehow Jade-Mothra’s dulcet tone could command the room to utter quiet. 

    Kyler muted his mic again. To the men in his room, he said, “This was not expected. This is new. What he is saying runs right up to the edge of destroying the Church…or setting off a holy war. We may not need to have a role in this after all. I am kind of relieved.”

    But then the Martian boy rose from his throne and spread his wings, each an astounding two meters from shoulder to tip, and he said this, so softly yet missed by no one: “This conclave will elect the Aetheric Prince Kyler as the Pope of All the Church, and I will ensure that outcome right now by doing something that has not been possible for three hundred years: our Holy House of the Aetheric Imperium, upon my authority as its speaker and sovereign, casts all two thousand of our votes for Prince Kyler of the House Phaeton, long be his service as our new Holy Father!”

    A section of screen opened to show the vine-cloaked exterior of the cathedral, its cloud-scraping minarets, and a column of white smoke rising from an ancient stone chimney. 

    Stunned, Kyler and Kasyn looked at each other, neither sure of what to say. Behind them, Ian, Chadon and Maxon dropped to their knees, heads bowed, hands clasped in prayer. 


    Elsewhere in Prince Kyler’s compound…

    Spathe, Nox and Charon, the three daughters of Prince Kyler, sat on cushions around a low-slung triangular table. Upon it was a lit trefoil candelabrum and tiny brass bowls of spiced narcowhirl. “Will this really do anything, Big Sister?” Charon wondered.

    “It can’t hurt to try, Little Sister,” Spathe replied. 

    “It could make us look like fools,” observed Nox.

    “No more so than we do already, Middle Sister.” Spathe smiled widely and motioned to her sisters that they should now join hands.

    “Let’s do another line first.” Charon looked to Nox, who nodded.

    “Fine!” Spathe picked up her little bowl. “But this is it until we are finished!”

    The trio set about forming little lines of narcowhirl glitter on the table and together they dipped their heads to inhale it when the noise of a door sliding open on its heavy track startled them. 

    “Oh my god!” Charon nearly fell backward off her cushion.

    Boys flooded into the drawing room, nearly naked and their male sweat-scent preceding them slightly and washing over the sisters. Nine in number, they were led by the trio of Seth, Koth and Dath—recently finished with their pregnancies by Elisha—and each a son of Kasyn by one the women at the table. 

    “Mothers,” said Seth, “we will have a word with you and then be gone momentarily.”

    Behind those three clustered  six more: Dagon and the others sons of Kasyn by way of six lunar orchid boys. All nine of them gazed at the women with that weird flashing other-light of their eyes, black to silver to white. 

    “We haven’t seen any of you in weeks,” Spathe said. “You might have called first.”

    Koth, frowning, stepped close to their mothers’ table and peered down at its contents. “Are we interrupting something? Our apologies!”

    “Well,” said Nox, “we were about to attempt a seance with the goal of contacting the aetheric remains of Seth.” She looked at the boy with the same name. “Not you. Your great-grandfather—Kyler’s father—dead by suicide not long after my sisters and I were born.”

    The boys glanced at one another, not sure how to reply. Seth finally said, “That’s weird as all fuck, Mothers, but we shan’t keep you from it for long. We just need to let someone here in the compound know about our plans.”

    “Your plans?” Spathe lit a cigarette. “Why tell us about it? Why not tell Prince Kyler or your father? Surely you all have pillow-time privileges with them both.”

    “Daddy might oppose us, and Kyler certainly would. But he will soon understand that we have made the correct decision. But we need someone here who is not likely to share anything with Kyler or Kasyn anytime soon to hear of our plan in case something goes wrong and we do not survive our journey.”

    “Survive your journey!” Charon stood. “What the hell are you boys talking about!”

    Seth spoke quietly but with great gravity: “We are leaving here tonight and going to the Moon. The danger comes in our means of transport. We have arranged for aetheric transport by way of the nektonic witches. They will, by their magic, move us from here to there.”

    “Boys are so fucking dumb,” Charon muttered and sat back down. “What the fuck are you all going to the Moon for anyway? By magic?”

    “To fuck our brains out,” Dath said, totally straight-faced. 

    Koth: “To find orchid boys in heat and knock them up by the dozens.”

    And Seth: “Our father’s special poltergeist DNA spills from us. The spawn of Kasyn will eventually overtake the Moon. We believe this fulfills part of the prophecy.”

    Spathe stubbed out her cigarette, rose from her cushion and stepped over to the bar to fill a large glass with vodka and club soda. “You realize,” she said to the boys, “how completely fucking mad that sounds, right?”

    “Nonetheless,” said Dagon, stepping forward, “it is the correct course. We wish that we could also have Chadon and Maxon join us, but they are a security risk.”

    Said Spathe, after a long gulp of her drink, “I have no idea who Chadon and Maxon are. You need to keep in mind that we have been rather out of the picture during the last dozen or so episodes of this lurid tale that Kyler seems to be spinning.” Her sisters chuckled. “Though that is, at in least part, by our own choice. Why do you think we live in this remote part of the compound? Well, you see, it spares us that suffocating funk of dirty boys spilling their slimy spunk all over the place that pervades the other quarters of this house.”

    “We’ll spill it on the Moon, Mother,” Dath said. “We leave tonight. When we arrive we will message you. If you have not received this message by morning, assume that we have failed and please let our father know that we are sorry.”

    And, with that final statement, the nine weird boys turned away and exited the room. 

    The sisters finally inhaled their lines of narcowhirl and looked at one another, wondering what to make of the boys’ bizarre pronouncement. “It sounds totally batshit,” Spathe said, “but they may be onto something about the prophecy.”

    Nox wondered, “Are we onto something? With our attempt to contact the residue of Seth?”

    “It’s even more obvious now,” said Charon, “that we need to try. He was the last one that we know of who possessed the outline of the entire prophecy and he went to the grave with it. Magran may have known just as much but Kyler, of course, had to go ahead and kill her before we got any answers.”

    They joined hands again, their three minds focused on their own dim memories and passed-on knowledge of their grandfather, that troubled man who in a way caused them all to be born by ordering that Kyler be raped for his sperm because some piece of his mad prophecy showed him that these women needed to exist as pieces of the puzzle. They slid together into the trance state. If they could have seen themselves, as if within a view from an overhead camera, they might have been startled to see how all their eyes rolled back in their sockets at once, and how with one voice, ecstatically, they shouted “A-Star!”

    To be continued….


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  • Wheat field High

    It was going to be a very interesting year for Jeb Miles moving into his new home with his Mother Jan and along with the new love of her life Billy Jackson. Mr. Jackson had a fairly bad reputation in the small town of Wheatfield Maine. His parents were always in some trouble with the Law all throughout his childhood. His Mother was raised up in a very strict Christian household Amish Community. They both meet one night over at the local Honky Tonk Bar out the outskirts Bangor. 

    The first week of school went over very well and was happy trying out for his High School wrestling team who had the best coach in wrestling throughout the state of Maine. Mike Sparks was a short fucker in some ways, he stood just over 5’9 weigh a solid 150 plus and was built like a brick shit house. He lives all alone over on South street not too far from where the school was located after his second divorce. 

    His house was a small ranch Bungalow around 1,200 sq feet. Last year he put a small above pool in with a private deck wrap all around it. Jeb did fairly well in the last meet that his wrestling team call the Huskies were in. He went 2 and 1 and lost out in the quarterfinals of his weight group. Jeb was only just 5 ‘8 with short dirty blonde hair and weigh around 120 pounds. He also kept his body in really great shape for someone his size. 

    Jeb got a slip from his homeroom teacher that he had a meeting with his Coach Mr. Sparks at the last period of the school day. He was a little nervous during the meeting when he was told he was caught cheating on his Science exam. Instead of been suspended his job was to clean up the Boy’s locker room and along with Coaches quarters for 3 weeks after his school day was over.

    During his last week, of his punishment, he got curious when he spotted Coach Mike Sparks sports bag that was wide open in the corner of his office. He finally got his nerve up to see what was all inside and spotted a few pairs of his underwear that he wears. He began to notice that the light blue jockeys briefs had huge amounts of stains of his pre-cum all over the front. This really turned him on so much he began to sniff them and licks the soil briefs.

    It was only like a few seconds later the Coach Mike walk in and caught him in the act. ” Oh my God Jeb what the hell you are doing? ” He was totally shocked before he got up from his knees to respond to Coach Mike. ” Sorry, Sir just a fetish I had”. Coach Mike did not know what to do next and gave him a good scolding before he drove him home. The drive back to where Jeb house was very quiet as it was getting close to 5:30 pm.

    Coach Mike keep this very quiet from his colleagues and decided to punished Jeb once again. This time it will be at his house for the next month. He made him cut and rake his grass every Saturday morning. He also had to look after the pool twice a week and made sure that chemicals and PH’s levels are maintained.

    The temperature was well over 80 degrees plus when he finally got done with his yard duty before Coach Mike walk out to give him a bottle of water. He kind of felt bad before he invited him to go for a swim with him in the pool. Jeb strip off his t-shirt fairly fast and jump into the pool with his white Adidas Gym short that he had on that day. He waited a good few minutes until Coach Mike came out wearing his tight green short boxer briefs type swim trunks that show off his huge bugle very well. This made Jeb even more curious and hard as hell.

     Jeb loved it very much feeling Coach Mike hairy wet body clinging to them as they both wrestler with each other in the pool.

    ” This is very nice Jeb “

    ” It sure is Coach Mike “

    ” How about we dry off now and go back into the house”

    Coach Mike put in a huge wrestling and exercise room in the basement of his house that was top notch for any fitness center. He even put in a showers stalls and a small sauna. Coach Mike began to show Jeb a few new wrestling moves that he can use for the next meet that was coming up over in Portland. Once again Jeb got a semi on while Coach Mike was on top of his hairless body, Both of their body were all cover in sweat before Jeb felt his Coaches balls landed onto his mouth for a short period of time. Being 18 and still, a Virgin did not matter to him at all. Jeb knew right away what was happening before Coaches Mike 7 inch cock was fully erect. 

    The blow job lasts a good 10 minutes until Coach Mike shot off a huge load of his juice all down the back of Jeb’s throat. Jeb than look for his Gatorade to wash down the rest of his load. They both lay there quietly for a good 10 minutes plus until Coach Mike got up from the matt. 

    They both made it clear to one another that this never had happened before Jeb left his house to head on home. Over the rest of the School year, Jeb did very well and got a wrestling Scholarship at Clemson. Jeb had only one more wish on his mind was to have Coach Mike fuck his Virgin hole before he heads on out for College in the fall time. 

    It finally came true for him 2 weeks before he left. It was a cold late August night that Coach Mike invited Jeb for a pizza night and to watch some WWE Summer Slam on his 65 inches Sony TV. They are both into their 4 bottles of homebrew when they both go really turn on by watching the tag team bout with The Revivals. Two very well built Bear Wrestlers with great body’s to die for.

    ” OMG, Mike they are both so fucking hot dude! “

    ” You got that right Jeb”

    ” Which one of them would you love to fuck Sir? “

    ” I will take the one with the full beard Jeb. “

    ” Wow, I will love for the other the huge set of nuts Coach”

    ” Yea, Jeb he is very hot too dude “

    ” How about we take this upstairs to my bedroom Jeb? “

    “Great Coach show me the way “

    Jeb slowly follows Coach Mike up to his bedroom and was truly surprised when he notices a Massage table over by the wall. 

    ” How about you get on the table so I can rub you all down with this great oil I just bought over at the sex store in Bangor.”

    ” That would be really nice Sir “

    Coach Mike was just wearing his dark green spandex briefs as the message is going on now for well over 20 minutes now. He began to hit a lever which drops the table down a bit for a very good fucking position. Once again he then pours more of the sexual heated massage all over his hairy body. Jeb was a little nervous as he watches Coach Mike slip his underwear off onto the floor. He then watches Coach Mike put on a black pair of COLT brand Jock strap before he made his way over to him.

    Jeb began to moan with sexual pain as he felted Coach Mike 7- inch plus cock slide slowly up inside his Virgin hole. He started to fuck Jeb fairly slow for a short period of time until he could not feel any sexual pain at all. The fuck gets more intense as both of them are in some kind of sexual trace as Coach Mike dick was in full gear fucking the shit out of his wet juicy ass. 

    ” Fuck me, Coach, Fuck me, Coach ! “

    ” OMFG, your ass feels so fucking tight Jeb”

    ” I am so close now in cumming dude. “

    ” Give your load coach, I want your fucking load, Sir. ” 

    ” Here is fucking comes Jeb! “

    ” OH, Jesus Christttttttttttt! “

    Coach Mike sweaty, smelly sexual body just shoot off a huge load of his man juice all inside of Jeb sweaty hole. Both of their body’s shock for a short period of time from the orgasm that just happens between them both. Once again Jeb screams out when as Coach Mike started to withdraw his semi-hard dick from his ass.

    ” That was so fucking hot Sir. “

    ” It sure was Jeb”

    ” How about we hit the shower now? “

    They both shower and dry each other off before Jeb made his way home once again. Jeb then went onto College a week later and was doing great his first year. As for Coach Mike, He moves out to California a years later and landed a great job at UCLA. He was the assistant head Coach of the Bruins wrestling team. Coach Mike got not believe that he meets the WWE tag-team The Revivals at one of their meets in Los Angeles. He began to think of Jeb right away.

    The End! Part 2 to follow

  • College Freshman Cums Out

    When I got back to my room, I still couldn’t believe what happened. First day at Tufts University and I already had my first sexual experience. Well, I didn’t have actual sex, but sucking Paul’s dick was amazing and so was him smearing cum all over my face with his cock.

    Since I didn’t let him fuck me, I doubted Paul would want to get together again. The way he muttered “fucking freshman” made it pretty clear he wasn’t interested in guys who wouldn’t go all the way.

    I wanted to have sex. It was all I fantasized about. I just was nervous doing it the very first time I was naked with a guy — and I choked.

    When I walked into my dorm room, my straight roommate, Tony, looked at me funny.

    I thought to myself: “He couldn’t know I just fooled around for the first time.”

    “What’s that on your eyebrow,” he asked.

    I spun around to look at the mirror and saw Paul’s cum, which I thought I had washed off already.

    I quickly I wiped it off and said to Tony: “Oh nothing. Must have gotten some food on my eyebrows when I rubbed my eyes after I ate.”

    “Then why is it in your hair, too,” he laughed.

    Tony jumped from the bed to look closer. “Oh my god, that is your cum on your hair. Where did you jerk off? I can’t believe you can shoot that far.”

    “I didn’t and it isn’t,” I said lamely and unconvincingly.

    “Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone,” Tony assured me. Tony knew I was gay. I was surprised that he never suspected that it was someone else’s cum.

    “If you can shoot that far, make sure you don’t hit me at night while I’m sleeping,” he laughed.

    Later that day, while at dinner, I got a text from Tony: “Hey, I hate to do this to you, but can I have the room for a few hours. I met a girl with nice tits and I think she might want to have sex.”

    “Um, sure,” I responded. “Good luck.”

    I headed over to the campus center to kill time while Tony fucked. While there, a bunch of friends from orientation asked if I wanted to go with them to an off-campus party. “There will be a lot of alcohol and weed,” they offered.

    I didn’t smoke, but the idea of having a few drinks appealed to me.

    As we walked into the party, I realized I knew no one else there. The party was at a private house that must have been shared by a few upperclassmen.

    Felt like there must have been 100 or so people there, all of whom had a head start on enjoying themselves. A bunch of students looking quite mellow from weed, and a lot more with beer bottles or large plastic cups filled with varying mixtures of liquor.

    This was a long way from my boring homeschooling days. Coming from a household in which I was never allowed to drink, not even a beer, I was in heaven.

    A cute girl was passing out drinks. I didn’t quite understand her convoluted explanation of the contents of her creation. 

    It also was hard to hear her given the extreme noise, a mix of really bad music – some awful techno crap — and lots of people talking or shouting at the same time.

    It also was hard to stand still with a constant stream of people moving in and out, far in excess of the fire code. After having 3 or 4 drinks spilled on me, I decided to seek refuge on the staircase going upstairs.

    My drink – whatever it was – was quite good. Really strong, too. Since I was thin — almost 6 foot and only 140 pounds — I felt the alcohol quickly.

    “I stood up to look around, and almost fell down the stairs, saved by someone grabbing my arm and steadying me.

    “I think you should sit back down,” he chuckled. “How many of those have you had.”

    “Just one,” I explained.

    “Ahhh, not a regular drinker, huh?” he quipped. “I’m Aaron, what’s your name.”

    “Andrew,” I said.

    “Nice to meet you. You seem to be bothered by the music, want to go somewhere quieter?”

    “Umm, sure, I guess,” I offered.

    “Put your arm over my shoulder so you don’t fall,” Aaron explained, as he guided me upstairs.

    Aaron lead me to the edge of a bed, and then walked over and closed the door, the sounds suddenly muffled. “Is that better?”

    “Yup, a lot,” I said with relief.

    We talked for a long time. Then, without skipping a beat and a bit randomly, Aaron pulled off his t-shirt, revealing a gorgeous body. 

    Aaron was thin, but had a ripply six pack, a nice summer tan, and an enticing thin happy trail leading to the top of his boxer briefs, which were sticking out above his low hung jeans.

    I must have been staring at him as he leaned against the dresser. “Like what you see?”

    “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to gawk,” I fumbled.

    “Haha, it’s ok.”

    And erasing any doubt about whether he was gay, he walked over and lifted my shirt up over my head.

    He took my hands and stood me up. I wobbled at first, but he put his arms around me and began to kiss me.

    I was surprised but quite delighted. But then ruined the moment by falling down.

    Aaron helped me from the floor: “Maybe we should do this laying down.”

    He laid me on the bed. I was still unsure if this was his room or not. And my head was spinning from the alcohol.

    Then Aaron straddled me and started kissing my neck. His lips felt amazing and I could feel my 6.5 inch cut cock hardening rapidly.

    I looked at his gorgeous blonde wavy hair, and his strong back. And because of the way he was straddling, I could see his crack at the top of his briefs sticking out from his jeans.

    For a thin guy, he had an amazingly curvy ass, which was revealed even more as he slid down my body and started sucking my nipples and his ass was lifted by his position.

    Aaron’s tongue felt amazing. Going to Tufts definitely was turning out to be so much more fun than being homeschooled by my mom.

    Then, I felt his hand slide inside my boxer briefs. Without even intending, I let out a moan. Which he must have taken as a green light.

    He sat up and with both hands unbuttoned my pants and slid them down to about my knees. He also slipped off his jeans. Which revealed a nice bulging cock in his briefs.

    My cock was fully hard and his hand reached inside and released it from my underwear.

    Without even waiting to pull my briefs down further, he dropped down and took my whole cock in his mouth.

    Being fully drunk did not dull the sensation of his tongue working my cock, engulfed in his wet mouth.

    Without thinking, I grabbed his head, and started fucking his gorgeous face.

    Aaron never gagged, but after working me into a frenzy, he slid down and started working my balls taking them both in his mouth.

    As he slid my briefs and pants off, he lifted my legs and then dropped between my ass cheeks, which he spread with his hands, and – for the first time in my life – started tonguing my ass, as he slid in his forefinger to massage my prostate.

    When I thought it couldn’t get better, he shifted around, so that he was sliding his 6 inch uncut cock into my mouth.  As he laid atop me, he continued working my hole with his tongue as he jerked my cock skillfully.

    As he fucked my mouth, I had a great view of his perfectly rounded ass. Which I squeezed with my hands as he thrust his cock in and out my mouth.

    The mixture of sensations was incredible, made even more so by my continued belief that the room was moving at the same time.

    Aaron then moved my cock back into his mouth, and I lost it. I shot my load deep in his throat. That triggered him exploding into my mouth. The taste of his warm cum was amazing. I gulped it down. The feel of his sweaty body atop mine was amazing too.

    Then, I don’t know what happened, as I blacked out.

    Several hours later, I woke up to an empty room. I was still completely naked except for my socks. My clothes thrown all over the place. And no sign of Aaron.

    I quickly checked my phone. No texts from Aaron. No note anywhere in the room. I realized I had no idea whether he lived in this house. What year he was. Even if he went to Tufts. Or if he name actually was Aaron. I looked around the bedroom and could not find a single photo indicating whose room I was in.

    The last thing I remember is massive amounts of Aaron’s cum going down my throat.

    I nervously reached down to see if there was any cum near or in my ass, either Aaron’s cum or anyone who may have visited the room while I was passed out. Didn’t seem to be. Although I definitely could still taste Aaron’s yummy cum in my mouth.

    The feeling of blacking out was unsettling. But more unsettling was the eruption in my stomach. I stumbled over to the wastebasket and vomited violently, dispensing a colorful combination of the things I ate and drank that evening.

    After wiping my face, I grabbed my clothes and started to get dressed and brace myself for “the walk of shame” through the party, which was still going on strong. I found everything other than my multi-color Andrew Christian briefs. I wondered: “Did he really take them as a souvenir?”

    With my dick flopping unrestrained inside my pants, I walked through the party unnoticed, almost like an out of body experience, and then back to my dorm room. My roommate Tony was there, grinning like he definitely got laid.

    In contrast, I must have looked like shit, because his expression quickly changed to concern: “What the fuck happened to you? You look really sick.”

    I just crashed on the bed, laying on my back. There was some vomit on my pants, so Aaron asked if I wanted them off. I nodded without much energy.

    As he pulled off my pants, Tony said:  “Dude, where the fuck did your underwear go?” These were last words I heard before I passed out again.

    …to be continued

  • The House of Bastian

    This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life.   Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

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    Leading Mitch astray

    It was a few days later, and Leo’s crotch has started to get very itchy, as he hadn’t thought to keep it shaved.  The other guys had started to notice him itching and wanted to know what was going on.

    “Hey, Leo what’s up?  You got crabs or somethin’?” asked Steve.

    “Um, what?”

    “You’ve been scratching yourself all day, mate.  What’s up with that?”

    “Nothin’”

    “Then stop scratchin’ yourself.  Fuck. Ya’ makin’ me itchy,” said Steve as he started to scratch his crotch.

    “Sorry, Steve,” Leo said as he walked out of the room.  Spence glared at Leo even more menacing than usual when Leo almost ran into him.  It was at that point that Leo decided he needed some more advice.

    I looked up at the knock at the door.  “Bastian, I gotta do somethin’ about this damn itch.”

    “Well, hello there Leo. And how are you on this fine morning?”

    “Um, yeah, sorry Bastian, I guess I’m a little distracted this morning.  How are you?”

    “I’m fine, thanks for asking.  Now, what seems to be the problem, Leo?”

    He stood there scratching his crotch, with an incredulous look all over his face.  “What haven’t you noticed I’m scratching my nuts raw here?  It seems everyone else has.”

    “Why would you want to do that for?” I asked.

    “I don’t know.  Maybe it’s because they’re fuckin’ itchy,” Leo was starting to raise his voice.

    “Don’t take that tone with me, boy?” I said quietly.  “Um, sorry, Sir,” Leo said as he dropped his gaze.  I told him that if he had given it any thought, he would have realised that the reason his crotch was itchy, was for the same reason his face gets itchy when he doesn’t shave for a few days.  It’s because the hair is growing through and they are forcing the pores of his skin to open, and that was what was making his crotch itchy.  So, I told him to shave, down there.  I opened a drawer of my desk and threw a tube of medicated lotion at him and told him to rub it into the skin night and day.  Just to help keep the skin clean and to stop any irritation.  Leo thanked me and went off to attend to his new toilet regime.

    A couple of days later I woke Leo up and told him to meet me in the garage; I told him to ignore the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door.  This time Leo almost bowled me over in his race to get to the shower, with the biggest grin plastered all over his face.  I had everything ready by the time Leo got down to the garage.  Just like the last time Leo came down only in his towel and stood on the metal bar with his fingers laced behind his neck.

    I put the stool in front of Leo and took a seat, noting the fact that his towel was pretty tented.  I undid the towel and let it pool at Leo’s feet and inspected his crotch; there were some hairs that he had missed around his scrotum, which I took care of for him.  Then I worked Leo’s balls and scrotum into the backing ring, and again grabbed the head of his penis and squeezed harder this time, than I did the last time, to get his cock to go limp.  Leo whimpered a little bit.  After that, I had worked Leo’s cock through the backing ring as well.  I lubed up the sheath and worked it on over Leo’s cock, and snapped the lock closed.  Leo lowered his arms.

    I shot up and snapped, “Did I tell you, you could move?” as I eyeballed him.

    “Um, no Sir,” he said, as his hands clamped back behind his neck.

    “Right, then from now on. You do not move without my permission.  Is that understood?” I growled quietly.

    “Um, yes, Sir.  Sorry, Sir.”

    “Better.  Now we need to run over your hygiene, as you seem totally incapable of reading the instructions and understanding them.  When you go to the toilet, you will sit down.  When you have finished, you will clean up with toilet paper, and make sure you wipe all the urine out of the sheath as well.  When you have a shower, you will wash your cock through the slots in the sheath.  You will then make sure it is all dry by using the hair dryer.  Do you understand?”

    “Yes, Sir!  Thank you, Sir, for helping me, Sir!  I do appreciate it, Sir!  Um, how long am I going to wear it this time, Sir?”  Leo asked with some trepidation.

    “Until this time tomorrow, then I will check you over again, and if you have no skin irritation or pressure areas, then it will go back on until I say otherwise.  Understood?”

    “Thank you, Sir,” said Leo.  As I wrapped a rubber-band around the lock and told Leo it was there to stop the lock making too much noise as it bounced around on the hard plastic of his chastity device.

    “Now, go get dressed and have breakfast.  There is some shopping I need you to do.”

    “Um, today, Sir?”

    “Is that a problem?” I growled.

    “Um, no?  Sir.”

    “Good.  That’s what I thought too.  You can go now,” I said, dismissing Leo.  With that Leo grabbed his towel and left.

    I called him into the office about an hour later and gave him a shopping list, some money and sent him on his way.  I had a little chuckle to myself when I heard the front door open and close, and got back to business.

    I took a break and got myself some lunch, and I noticed that Leo had come back from shopping and assumed he must be in the house somewhere.  But I didn’t lay eyes on him until dinner time; he was joining in the usual evening’s hustle and bustle.  Although I did think he looked a little ‘strained’ or was that just my imagination?  Still, he joined in and helped with all the evenings’ chores and had an early night.  Everyone wished him a good night, but I did wonder if he was going to have a good night or not.

    The following morning Leo got himself up, showered and down to the garage and was waiting for me.  He had even assumed the position without me having to say anything.

    “Mornin’ Leo, sleep, well did we?”

    “No, Sir, I did not sleep much at all, Sir!”

    “That’s a shame,” I said, with a wicked grin on my face “and it was such a good night for sleeping.  I wonder why you didn’t sleep so well.  I hope you didn’t disturb Steve, after all, he was the one to help secure your place here.”

    “No, Sir, I did not disturb Steve.  He was asleep each time I looked,” Leo replied.

    “That’s good to hear.  So, what can I do for you on this fine morning?”

    “Please, Sir.  If it’s Ok with you, Sir, I would like to get this chastity device off now, please.”

    “Hmmm, Ok.  Seeing as you asked so nicely.”

    “I must say you seem to be having some problems making up your mind about whether you want the device on or not.  I may not put it back on after today, seeing as you can’t seem to make up your mind.”  Wisely Leo remained silent.  I got my stool and took the keys out of my pocket and undid the lock.  I set it aside and turned my attention to the sheath, which I removed from the shaft of his penis.  I set that aside and worked the ring off his cock and balls.

    I heard Leo sigh audibly, and again his cock sprang to attention.

    I checked him again for any broken skin or signs of any pressure areas.  I then turned my attention back to the sheath of the chastity device and was pleased to see that there was no great aroma of piss emanating from it like it had the last time.  In fact, I couldn’t find any signs of urine at all, so I was pleased with that, and I told Leo so.  Again, with no real reason for it, I slowly wrapped my hand around his cock and began to slowly pump it. 

    I mean I’m not gay, and Ok sure, I had fooled around with my mates when I first reached puberty.  Who didn’t? But when I noticed girls, I stopped playing with my mates and hadn’t really looked at another guy like that since until now.  Now here I am teasing this young buck trying to ensure that this orgasm is really explosive for no other reason than seemingly I can.  But I can’t shake the question, who am I actually doing this for though, him or me?  And I do have a house full of fit young males, but I’ve never wanted to do ‘anything’ with them.  So why Leo?  Is it because he asked for my help?  Can I blame this all on him?

    Anyway, I reminded Leo to tell me when he was getting close to cumming, and continued to slow stroke him.  This time I kept Leo on the edge almost a dozen times.  After he ejaculated, which I think was even more explosive for him this time than it’d been the first few times, it was certainly louder; and he lay on the ground trying to catch his breath. 

    I had a pair of handcuffs in my back pocket; I pulled Leo’s hands behind his back and locked them together using the handcuffs.  I roped Leo’s ankles together and tied them to the handcuffs; effectively hog-tying him.  When I was sure, Leo was all trussed up.  I started to stroke Leo’s cock again, but this time I ran my hand over the head of his cock on the upstroke, as well as on the downwards stroke.  Now Leo was begging me to stop, but as I continued to stroke his cock and it started to stiffen Leo started to plead with me to stop and trying to twist away from me and by trying to close his legs together over his cock.  So, I couldn’t get to it.  But Leo really couldn’t stop me, and I continued to stroke his cock until he’d cum again.  This time it wasn’t as much, but it was every bit as intense for him. 

    I undid the rope around Leo’s legs and removed the handcuffs.  I told Leo to make sure he cleaned up the floor.  I collected the chastity device and Leo’s towel and left the garage.  It wasn’t until I got to the bathroom that I realised what I had done.  I was going to turn around straight away and take his towel back to Leo.  But then I thought about it and thought fuck; all the guys walked around naked on their way to or from one of the bathrooms.  So, it wasn’t like it would be totally unusual for Leo to be walking around the house naked and, as I was standing there, trying to remember if Leo had ever done the nudie walk before, and I just for the life of me I couldn’t remember.  I was broken out of my reverie when the bathroom door was pushed open, and there stood Leo in all his glory.  “Sorry mate, I will be finished here in a minute.”

    “That’s Ok,” Leo mumbled, “I just remembered I have to get a clean towel anyway.”  With that Leo turned and walked down the passage to the linen press and got himself a clean towel.  I must admit the boy did have a great bubble butt and wondered if that was something else I had studied on any of the other guys.  But I couldn’t recall any of their arses to mind, so I didn’t think so.

    Anyway, Leo was on his way back, and I was finished, so I went and had breakfast, and let Leo have the bathroom.  As we passed each other in the passage, I reached out real quick and tweaked the head of Leo’s cock, making him yelp and jump.

    Later in the day I called Leo into my office and told him it was high time he went and joined the gym, as all the other boys had and I really wasn’t sure why I hadn’t got onto him about it sooner.

    It was always my intention for all of my boys to leave here in the best possible physical and mental shape they could.  To that end, I had an arrangement with my Personal Trainer that I would send all the boys to him, and he would whip them into shape physically.  The other part of it was that I would put any of the boys, who wanted to through school, be that their VCE, college, or TAFE. The boys who didn’t want to do that had to get some kind of a job.  I was trying to have the boys leave here feeling loved and respected and in their best possible condition.  So, they could make their way in the world, and make something of themselves if they wanted to.

    I told Leo he had an appointment at the gym later that day.  I also told Leo that I wanted to know, by the end of the day, what he wanted to do with himself.  Be that school/college, get an apprenticeship in something, or a job.  I told Leo I didn’t know why I was dragging my chain with him, but now it was time for him to get going.  As Leo was the only one hanging around the house not doing anything.  Leo wanted to know when he could wear the chastity device permanently, and I told him I hadn’t decided yet.  I then told Leo he had things to do, so he left my office, and I didn’t see him again until dinner.

    *************

    A week had gone by, and Leo had started working out regularly at the gym, and appeared too really like it.  Leo had also enrolled in an Accounting course that he wanted to do, so I was happy as Leo really seemed to have gotten his life back on track.  Leo was getting on really well with the other guys and seemed to have a good handle on life again, so I decided that it was time to give Leo the rest of what he felt he needed.

    I went into Leo’s room early one morning and told him to meet me downstairs.  Leo bolted from his bed, had a shower and found me waiting for him in the garage.  “Now, Leo you’ve started to workout.  Your course starts in a week.  I feel I have to ask you if you really need this now.”  I asked as I held up his chastity device.

    “Oh, yes Sir.  Please, Sir, I still have to masturbate 6-7 times a day, Sir.  Even though I am working out at the gym three times a week, and I’m going to increase it to another session a week.  And I know my course starts in a week, I think I’m just not going to be able to stop beating my meat, Sir.  So, please, PLEASE, Sir.  Please, can I have my chastity device on now?  Please, Sir.  I really need it, Sir.  Please,” Leo begged.

    “OK, but you do know that this time it stays on until I want to take it off.  You understand that, don’t you?”  I said looking meaningfully at him.

    “Oh, yes, Sir.  I do know that when you put it on this time, it could be on forever.”

    “And, what happens, Leo, if you meet someone you really like?”

    “Um, well, Sir.  If they really like me then they would understand, I hope, Sir.  If not, then maybe they aren’t the right one for me, Sir.”

    “Ok then.  If this is really what you want,” Leo nodded, “then drop the towel and assume the position.”

    Without a moment’s hesitation, Leo’s towel fell to the floor, and he locked his hands together behind his neck.  Eyes straight ahead.  And his legs spread slightly apart.  I got the stool and the other paraphernalia that I needed and made myself comfortable.  When I looked at Leo’s cock, there was a thin line of clear precum leaking from the head of his penis.  “Do you want to cum once more before I lock you up again?”

    “That’s your decision now, Sir, not mine.”

    So, I went ahead and checked how good Leo had been keeping himself shaved, and as I couldn’t remember him scratching himself during the past week, and I couldn’t remember anyone else remarking on it.  I could only assume that Leo had kept shaving.  As I checked there were only a few stray hairs that Leo had missed, and there were no blemishes on the skin, so he must have been using the lotion as well.  So, I was pleased with that.  I worked Leo’s cock and balls into the backing ring and made sure the skin of Leo’s scrotum wasn’t caught up anywhere.  I applied lube to the sheath of the chastity device, and worked it over the shaft of Leo’s cock, but this time; instead of just locking the padlock into place myself.  I held the lock out to Leo.

    “Sir?” he queried.

    “If this is really what you want Leo, then you have to lock it up yourself, Leo.  But before you do, I feel I have to tell you that this could turn out to be a PERMANENT arrangement.  I really want you to think about this and all the implications.”  I said as I looked at Leo, with the lock resting in the palm of my hand.  “You may never get to see your cock again.  Are you prepared for that Leo?”

    Without another word, Leo took the lock out of my hand and managed to work it into the device himself and snapped it shut.  I took out a rubber band and wrapped it around the lock, and I told Leo that the rubber band was there to stop the lock making any noise as it bounced against the hard plastic of the device.  I then held out my hand for the keys, and Leo gave them to me.  Leo picked up the towel and left the garage without another word, or so much as a backwards glance.  I pocketed the keys and went and had breakfast.

    And that was how Leo began his first day of being a caged cock, and again I had to wonder if he fully understood all the implications that went with that.  Oh well, time would tell.  All week I made sure I was available to Leo if he wanted to talk about anything, but he seemed not to be trying to get me on my own. I used the week to observe Leo and see how he was going.  The bulge in Leo’s pants was a bit more noticeable than it had been, and I thought it hung a bit lower than it used to, but then I reasoned it was heavier now than it has ever been.  Leo seemed to be sleeping better at night as well, or at least Steve wasn’t complaining of losing any sleep, and neither was Leo for that matter.  So, by week’s end, I was feeling better about it as well.

    As the week was up, I went into Leo and woke him up.  I told Leo to have a shower and meet me downstairs.  As usual, Leo came in wearing nothing but a towel, and again as per usual he stood on the line, lost the towel and clasped his hands behind his neck.  I asked Leo how he thought he went.  Leo said he thought he did really well, but he couldn’t wait to get the chastity device off his cock.  I took the keys out of my pocket and unlocked the device.  I worked the sheath off Leo’s cock, which instantly rose to attention, and I grabbed the head of his cock, and held it for a bit and waited ‘til I felt his cock begin to deflate before I let it go.  When Leo’s cock had deflated enough, I worked the ring over it and got his balls out, and then proceeded to check his groin for any skin breaks or pressure areas.  Not finding any, I gave Leo’s groin a good wash and rolled his foreskin back and gave the head of his cock a good wash.  I shaved the few hairs Leo couldn’t get, and then dried it all thoroughly.  I then turned my attention to Leo’s chastity device, which wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.  I gave it a good wash and dry and proceeded to put it back on Leo’s cock and balls.

    “But, Sir?” queried Leo.

    “Yes.  What?”

    “Um, but aren’t you, um, going to let me, um, cum?  Sir.”  He looked down at me with big eyes as tears started to well up in his eyes.

    “No!”

    “But….” Leo started.

    “I said.  I am not going to let you cum.  When we put the chastity device you I told you I would be in control of you cumming, and you said you were Ok with that.  Or have you changed your mind?”

    “Um, no, Sir.  I haven’t changed my mind.  I guess I just assumed that you enjoyed making me cum after last time.”

    “Oh, because I made you come a second time you assumed I was enjoying myself?” I asked him.

    “Um, well yes, Sir.”

    “Did it never occur to you that that may have been a punishment?  That I was hoping that you may not have wanted me to do this again after that?  Did neither of these possibilities ever occur to you, Leo, or are you just so wrapped up in your cock and your own pleasure that you don’t care about anyone else’s feelings, but your own?  Or do you think your cock is so big that everyone wants to get their hands on it?  Is that it?”  I replied contemptuously.

    I looked up at Leo and saw his chin beginning to quiver.  “Ya baby.  Here let’s take this off, and that’s the end of it.  Ok!”

    “No, Sir.  Please, Sir.  Please, don’t take it off.  Please, Sir, I’m sorry, Sir.  I just forgot what I wanted for a minute.  Please, Sir.  Please.  I’ll do anything you say, Sir.  I’m sorry, Sir.  Please, Sir.  I won’t forget again.  I promise, Sir.  Please, Sir, please give me another chance…”  He begged.

    “Ok, I will forget it this time.” I said cutting him off, “but don’t let it happen again.  This isn’t exactly my cup of tea you know.”

    “Yes, Sir, I do know it isn’t want you wanted to do, Sir, but please believe me when I say how grateful I am for you giving me another chance.  Thank you, Sir, thank you.”

    “Well I was going to let you try the butt plug you wanted, but I don’t feel like it now…”

    “But, Sir, I didn’t know, Sir.  Oh, please, Sir.  Please, can we try the butt plug, Sir?  Please, Sir, I promise I’ll be good, Sir.  I won’t complain ever again, Sir.  Please, can we try it, Sir?”

    “Alright,” I said exasperated, “we will try the butt plug today, but if you complain about anything, and I do mean ANYTHING again.  Then all of this is finished.  Understand?”  I finished putting on the chastity device and gave Leo the padlock to lock it in place.  I put a new rubber band on and then told Leo to lay the bit of board that was leaning over against the wall, on the floor.

    I then told Leo to get one of the offcuts of lino from the other side of the garage to put on top.  Leo must have really taken what I’d said to heart, as he ran there and back, and I did wonder what it felt like with the chastity device bouncing around on his cock and balls.  I told Leo to get down on his hands and knees, with his head on the ground and his arse in the air.  When Leo had assumed the position, I took the nozzle from the enema bag, which was hanging from a hook I’d screwed into one of the nuts set into the ceiling of the garage.  I put a bit of lube on the tip of the nozzle and worked it into Leo’s very tight virgin arse.  When I was happy it was in far enough, I opened the clip and let the fluid flood into Leo’s bowels.  I put one hand over the top of Leo’s abdomen and felt it swelling with the force of the fluid.  When Leo’s bowel felt pretty full, I shut the fluid off.  I was surprised to see he had taken almost a litre and a half of fluid, on his first try.  I told Leo to be very careful because I didn’t want him to let any of the fluid out.  Leo slowly got to his feet.  I then told him to go and sit on the toilet until he had expelled all of the fluid out of his bowels, and then to come back to me.

    Leo was already out the door before I realised that he had forgotten his towel.  I prayed that all of the other boys had left for the day.  But unfortunately, we weren’t that lucky. 

    I looked up surprised that the door had opened again so quickly.  I was just about to tell Leo that when I realised that it was Mitch walking through the door and not Leo.

    “Um, did you not see the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door?” I asked.

    “Ah, yes I did.  But.  Bastian, did I just see a naked Leo run out of here?” Mitch asked with a big smirk plastered all over his face.

    “Yes, you did,” I said sighing as I turned around and busied myself at the bench.

    “Um, I can’t be too sure, but he looked a little ‘odd’ to me.  Is he Ok.”

    “Oh, I’m sure he’s fine.  Why do you ask?”

    “Um, it looked like he lost all his junk somehow.”

    “What?” I asked incredulously, “Do you think I cut it off or something?”

    “Ah, no.  It actually looked like it was in a box or something.  And I really can’t be sure, but is Leo pregnant!”

    I couldn’t help myself with that one, I laughed, “Yes, I supposed he did look a little pregnant.”

    All conversation stopped at that point as the door opened and in walked Leo.  Not looking so much pregnant now, and Mitch could clearly see the chastity device.

    “What the fuck is that?” Mitch blurted out.

    Leo looked down, “Oh, that’s my chastity device.” He said looking up smiling and stoking the chastity device absent-mindedly.

    “It’s a what… and what the fuck is it doing there?” Mitch asked.

    I stepped into the conversation and told Mitch about what Leo and I had talked about him and his ‘masturbation problem’ and the solution he came up with.  Of course, I had to tell Mitch my role in all of this, and I made sure to stress that I wasn’t exactly a willing participant either.  That was when Leo took over and said that he was the one who really wanted to do this.

    We probably would have been Ok at that point, but then Leo had to open his big mouth and told Mitch that I was helping him with his butt plug as well, which went over like a ‘lead balloon’.  So, I had to explained that Leo wanted to try one and that the best way for him to start was to wash out his bowel and then work the butt plug into his arse.

    “Can I watch?” Mitch asked a little bit more excitedly than I would have liked.  And before I could say that I thought it might be something Leo might prefer to do in private.  Leo pipes up and says “Sure he could stay.”  As, seemingly, he didn’t mind at all.

    “Hey, I’m not running a sex show here!” I exclaimed.

    “I know, Sir,” replied Leo, “but I don’t mind if he watches.  Really, I don’t, Sir.”

    “Oh, Ok,” I said, “but it is against my better judgement.”  With that I gave Leo the enema bag and told him to go and fill it with lukewarm water, I warned Leo that if it was any hotter than that, then it would burn his hole on the way out.  I also told Leo to get a chair for Mitch to sit on, seeing as he was going to be staying.  With that Leo ran out the door.

    I turned to Mitch and said, “Look, none of this means that either of us are gay, OK.  Not that there is anything wrong with that, I’ve always told you boys that I don’t care what you are, or what you do, providing it isn’t anything illegal and you’re not hurting anyone.  And Ok with some of this ‘stuff’, yes, technically it is going to cause Leo pain, but that’s not what I’m talking about…”

    Mitch held up his hand with the palm facing me, effectively stopping my verbal flow, “Yeah, yeah, I understand…” Mitch said.

    “And besides, this is what Leo wants to do.  Yes.  I could have refused to help him, but then he could have found someone else to help him, who could have taken advantage of the situation, and him.  This way, at least I know he’s safe and not being abused.”  I asked Mitch if in any of the conversations the boys had amongst themselves, about me, did any of them think I was gay.  Did any of them think that the few boys I had met on the streets, I had wanted to bring home for sex?  And Mitch agreed that that had never come up in any of their conversations about me, and I had to smile to myself as Mitch just confirmed that they did have those kinds of conversations about me.  Besides, I asked Mitch, what the clothing rule was that I had put in place.  Mitch said it was that they had to be covered from ‘neck to knee’ at all times, and I asked him who it was that changed that rule.  Mitch admitted that it was the boys themselves who decided that some of them wanted to wear less in the house.  So, I then asked Mitch what the other rule was that I had to have in place because of the changes they made. Mitch said that they all had to have a pair of shorts and a t-shirt close at hand to put on, as I didn’t consider boxers to be streetwear.  Having agreed with Mitch on that, I asked him what the other part to that rule was, and Mitch said that the other part was that they had to use towels when they sat on my furniture, as I wasn’t going to have anyone sit bare arsed on my furniture.

    So, having agreed with all of that, I asked Mitch what rule I followed in the house, and he said obviously that I followed the ‘neck to knee’ rule at all times.  Mitch went on to say that he had never seen me in anything less, and he did admit that the boys really thought that I might have been a bit of a prude.  This was why Mitch was totally surprised to discover me doing this.  I made Mitch promise me that he would never mention any of this to the other boys…

    “Besides,” said Leo.  I must have jumped because I hadn’t heard the door open.  We both turned towards the door.  “I am the one who wanted this,” Leo went on to say, “not, Sir.  Sir is only helping me because insisted that he helped me.  I wanted to do this,” he said stroking his chastity device, “not Sir.  I’m the one who wants to do all of this, and it’s not because I’m gay either!  I just wanted to try it, and I begged for Sir’s help.  All he did was tell me how I could research it if wanted to.  I was the one who found the chastity device,” and again he stroked it, absent-mindedly.  “I was the one who found the shop in Collingwood.  I was the one who begged Sir to take me.  I was the one who wanted to try the 12″ dildo.  Sir was the one who talked me out of that, and in hindsight, he was probably right.”  I smirked at the memory of that.  “I’m the one who ‘bullied’ Sir into helping me.  Not the other way around.  And besides,” Leo continued in a small voice, “I’d really miss it now if I had to give it up,” he said as he stroked the device again.

    The two boys embraced and slapped each other on the back, Leo seems to be at total ease with his nudity and the fact that he now was a ‘caged’ male.  “If you two boys have finished your mutual admiration society, and love in.  Can we get on with this please?”

    Both boys broke apart, Mitch grabbed his chair and sat down, and Leo came over to me with the enema bag; grinning like a Cheshire Cat.  I couldn’t help but laugh.  I hung the bag up and told Leo to assume the position, and after applying more lube to the nozzle, I started to work it into his arse again.  Mitch complained that he couldn’t see, so Leo told him to come over and watch closer if he wanted too, which Mitch did.  As I began to work the nozzle into Leo’s upturned arse, Mitch asked if he could have a go, and before Leo could say anything, I put my foot down and said absolutely not.  I explained to both boys that this sort of thing changes people’s relationships and I didn’t want the other boys lording it over Leo; I said that that wouldn’t be fair.  That all the boys were here for different reasons and had different lessons to learn.  I didn’t want them making Leo into a slave, this isn’t about ‘sex’ per se, and this is just something that Leo wanted to do to stop all that.  Eventually, both boys made me a promise that nothing would be said outside the three of us.  So, then I got back to inserting the nozzle into Leo’s butt and let the water fill him up.  When he had taken a full 2ltrs I shut the catch off and told Leo to go to the toilet; I told him to see if the water has come out clear or not.  And off he waddled, I reminded him not to get any of the liquid on my floors, or there’d be hell to pay.

    While he was gone, Mitch peppered me with all sorts of questions.  Some of which I could answer, but most of them I told him he would have to ask Leo himself, but I suggested that he should wait for a bit.

    With that, Leo came into the garage and announced that the water was clear, but he’d refilled to enema bag just in case.  I took the bag off him, and said that it wouldn’t be necessary then, and hung it back on the hook to keep it out of the way.  Telling Leo, he could empty it again when we were finished.  I told Leo to come and stand on his ‘spot’, but this time; instead of clasping his hands behind his neck.  I wanted Leo to bend over and grasp his ankles, which he did.  I went to the bench to get a disposable glove, and while I was doing that, I heard Mitch remark about Leo’s hairy arse.  Leo called out to me, “excuse me, Sir.  Um, do you think you should shave my butt first, Sir?”

    Mitch let out an involuntary “Yeah.”  Then Mitch asked if he could do it.  Before Leo had a chance to answer.  I said, “No.  I’m the one in charge here.  If anyone is going to shave anyone’s arse, here, it would be me.”

    So, I got out the clippers and proceeded to run them all over Leo’s butt cheeks, and down into the cleft.  Taking care not to nick the skin, and paying particular attention to Leo’s hole, as I really didn’t want to nick it either.  When I’d finished with the clippers, I emptied the water out of the enema bag into the bowl I had left down here.  Grabbed the shaving crème and razor and went back to the boys.  I gave the towel to Mitch and asked him to hold it for me, and I did notice that he either was so entranced with what was going on that he couldn’t speak, or that he couldn’t speak for other reasons.  So, I just draped the towel over one of Mitch’s arms.  I lathered Leo’s butt cheeks and proceeded to shave them very carefully; I told Leo that if he farted in my face, then all of this finished immediately.  Leo promised he wouldn’t, with a bit of a giggle, and I continued shaving his arse.  When I had finished Leo’s butt checks, it was time to do the cleft.  Again, I took great care not to nick the skin, particularly when I did around Leo’s hole.  I had to take the towel off Mitch as he wasn’t responding to my requests for the towel, he was staring glassy-eyed at Leo’s upturned butt.  When I had dried Leo off and cleaned everything up.  I went back to the bench, put on a fresh glove and applied some lube to my first finger and went back to Leo and asked him if he was ready.  Leo told me he was, so I started to work my finger into his very tight hole. I eventually worked my finger in up to the first knuckle, and as I could hear Leo moaning, I assumed he was Ok with what was going on.  I pulled my finger out and applied some more lube, and worked it back into Leo’s hole up to the second knuckle.  I then started to work my finger in a swirling motion around the inside of Leo’s sphincter in order to stretch it open a bit more. 

    I got the tube of lube and put the nozzle just inside Leo’s hole and squirted some into his anus.  Having done that I grabbed the dildo, slathered it in lube as well, and held it against Leo’s hole.  I asked Leo, again if he was ready, and he said he was.  I told Leo to push back against me, as I didn’t want to displace his sphincter.  As I applied more pressure to the butt plug, I reminded Leo to push against me, as if he was going to poo.  The more butt plug I worked into his arse, the more Leo moaned.  I was surprised I thought Leo might have yelled with the pain, but he must have zoned out because the more of the butt plug I forced into Leo’s butt, the lower he moaned.  When I had got the whole thing into Leo’s butt, and his sphincter closed around the neck.  I told Leo to stand up and asked him how he was feeling.  Leo said he had an uncomfortable full feeling. Like he had to empty his bowels, and I said it was probably because his butt was stuffed with a butt plug.  I looked down and noticed that Leo was leaking copious amounts of precum, thankfully it was all on the piece of lino.

    It was then that I remembered Mitch standing there.  I could easily see that Mitch’s cock was straining against the material of his pants trying to get out.  I could also see a huge wet patch on his pants where Mitch was obviously leaking precum as well.  I had to call Mitch’s name a couple of times and had to snap my fingers in front of his face eventually, to beak him out of his trance.  Mitch came to, a little embarrassed and asked how Leo felt.  So, Leo told him how it made him feel as though his bowel was very full and he had to go shit.  Leo then asked me how long he should leave the butt plug in for, and looking at the pool on the floor I told him, probably not too much longer.  It was then that Leo begged me to let him cum again.  Because of all the stuff I had done to him, I relented and agreed.  I was in the middle of asking Mitch to leave when both boys cut me off.  Falling over themselves, one telling me that it was ok for Mitch to stay, the other telling me that he really wanted to watch.  So, it seems I had no choice but to let Mitch stay.

    I thought about it for a bit, and I told the boys that I felt really uncomfortable with this.  That this wasn’t about putting on a show so they could both get their rocks off, both boys said they understood, so I relented, and I told Leo to assume the position.

    “Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir.”  Replied Leo.  As I took the keys out of my pocket.  I unlocked and removed his chastity device.

    “Oh, my god,” said Mitch, “you’re fuckin’ huge man.”  Leo went red.  “Fuck,” continued Mitch, “I wish mine was as big as yours.”  As Mitch proceeded to whip his dick out of his pants.

    “Look, you boys,” I butted in, “this is not a pissing contest.  Mitch if you don’t put it back in your pants, then you’ll just have to get the fuck out of here.  I’m feeling uncomfortable enough as it is with you here, without having to look at that thing as well!”

    Mitch dropped his head and apologised as he stuffed his rock-hard cock back into his pants.  I then told Mitch to be quiet as I turned my attention back to Leo.

    Come on I said as I started to slow stroke Leo again.  I’m not sure if it was because of the butt plug, or if it was because we now had an audience, but it seemed that Leo arrived at the point of wanting to cum a lot faster.  I don’t know if it was because I was pissed at finding myself in this situation or not, but this time I took Leo just to the edge 15 times before I allowed him to shoot his cum all over the garage floor.

    Again, I handcuffed him and tied his ankles with rope and secured his ankles to the handcuffs.  By now I had completely forgotten our audience of one, and as soon as Leo had stopped dribbling cum, I grabbed hold of his cock and started to pump it again.  Again, Leo begged me not too, and he started to buck and thrashed all over the place.  I spanked Leo’s arse and told him to lay still, and Leo continued to complain about the pain in his cock, but again I ignored him and kept stroking him until he came for a second time.  This time though, when Leo had finished I started to try to make him cum for the third time.

    Leo screamed at the top of his lungs that he wanted me to stop, but I ignored him and kept stroking his cock.  This time, though, I ran my thumb along the underside of his cock, and when I got to the head of Leo’s cock, I forced the beginning of the split of the glans open with the pressure I was exerting through my thumb. 

    I kept this up until Leo came for an absolutely body shuddering third time.  While Leo lay shaking on the ground completely spent, I took the face washer and roughly washed his groin, taking particular care to ensure I had washed his cock thoroughly.  Smoothing the skin out flat to wash in all of the crevices.  I pulled back Leo’s foreskin and washed the head of his cock, which was supersensitive by now, and I watched as it caused his body to spasm uncontrollably.  I worked his cock and balls back into the chastity device and snapped the lock closed, untied his ankles and took off the handcuffs.  I told him to clean up the garage and said he was to come and get me to take out his butt plug for him.

    It was then that I remembered that Mitch was still there, and judging by the state of his pants, he’d shot at least one load of cum into his pants.  I shook Mitch’s shoulder roughly to get his attention and told him to go and have a shower, while I went back to my office to start my day finally.

    Half an hour later there was a knock on my door.  I looked up to see a somewhat ragged Leo standing there, looking like he was leaning against the doorframe for support.  “I’m finished cleaning the garage floor, Sir.”

    “Good, then let’s get that butt plug out then, shall we?”

    “Yes, Sir.  Thank you, Sir.  That would be great, Sir.”  We went back to the garage, and I had Leo grab his ankles again.  And telling Leo to push, I pulled the butt plug out of his arse.  When I looked at Leo’s hole, it was certainly very red and sore looking.  It also seemed as if Leo couldn’t close it properly either.  I told Leo to stand up and sent him to have a shower, and to grab something to eat.

    We parted company and got on with our respective days.


    Do continue to let me know what you think.

    Bastian


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  • Coach Mike

    Coach Mike started his very long drive out to California in his U-Haul truck that he rented. He spends most nights sleeping at hotels like Days Inn and American Suits were they have some sort of a continental Breakfast before he hits the road again. There were a few times that he pick up a few hitchhikers up hoping to get some action during his drove out there to California. 

    He was on route 66 on the other side of Kanasa where he meat a fellow trucker hauling car parts for Ford Motor Company. Stan Parks was just his type another short fucker stood just under 5’10 and was around 25 years old with short dark hair and a well-kept goatee. Coach Mike was enjoying his Hot Chicken when Stan Parks planted himself down on the bar stool right beside him. They chatted for close to an hour before Coach Mike then follows Stan out to his huge Rig. Coach Mike shoots a huge look of his man juice all the way down the back of Stans goatee mouth before he grabs his Dr. Pepeer to wash down the rest of Coach Mike Salty load. 

    The time was just around 2 when Coach Mike made a discreet get away from Stan truck and climb back into his own small truck with a huge smile on his face. His last stop was just about on the outskirts of San Fransico where he spends a few extra bucks more and got a very nice room at a Holiday Inn Express. Once again he was all along enjoying the hotel hot-tub when another man came in wearing a very nice pair light blue Nike nylon type material boxer short swim trunk. This man was close to 40 and was a Beer salesman for Budweiser Beer Company. Once again Coach Mike had a great conversation with this very nice looking gentleman and though this might let to another great sexual experience for him.

    It was like a half an hour later this man got him very discreetly and made his way to the door to head back up to his room. Coach Mike was still very horny that night thinking about the man he meant down at the hot tub and began to jerk himself off before he went to sleep. They both ran into one another down in the hotel breakfast lounge the next morning. Coach Mike got a little semi on seeing this person dress to the tee and his business suit and suspenders which could make the front cover of any GQ magazine.

    It was late Tuesday morning that Coach Mike finally made his way to the Condo complex that he just rented close to the school. He got the key’s from the Property Manager before the moving crew shows up to help him move all of his stuff in. It took him a few days to get his place set up to his liking. The Condo had a nice outside patio area with a fair size pool along with a Tahiti Hut Bar and a hot tub for about 10 people.

    His few weeks of schooling went over fairly well as he meant his new Wrestling team for this school year season. He was very impressed with about 70% of his new team. He made Leo Schell Captain for the new season that is fast approaching. The first meet will be taking place in less than 3 weeks for Saturday. Mr. Schell was in his Sr.year and will be graduating in Business and Marketing. Leo is somewhat different than most of Coach Mike sexual type. He stood well above 5’11 weigh a solid 170, cleanly shaven and was semi hairy. 

    It was just close to the Christmas break when Coach Mike got really piss off with Leo bad attitude along with laziness in his workouts. He put on 8 extra pounds almost not making his weight class for the net tournament. His punishment was to clean up the locker room and his office for the next 3 weeks, sounds familiar? The time was just past 6 when Coach Mike spotted Leo trying on one of jock strap and scare the shit out of when he got caught. 

    Poor Leo did not what to say and broke down until Coach Mike had to comfort him before they both had a great chat about what had happened. Leo opens up to Coach Mike in so many ways that night which made him feel great with Coach Mike relationship they had for one another for the rest of the school year. It was the first week in March that Coach Mike and Leo ended up in bed with one another over at his condo.

    Leo ate out Coach Mike ass for a short period of time before he slides his 8-inch cock inside of him. They were both moaning with great sexual tension as Leo cock was fucking the shit out of Coach Mike butt. The fuck lasted well over 15 minutes until Leo shot off his load of spray all over Coach Mike sweaty ass cheeks.

    ” Holy shit Coach that felt so great “

    ” It sure was Leo “

    ” Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that Leo? “

    ” My Best friend Father, we use to get it on once a week “

    ” OMG, Know way dude “

    ” We had a great thing going until he got a job transfer to Texas. “

    ” Do you ever hear from him, Leo? “

    ” No Sir, I heard he found someone and settle down with this twink. “

    Rest of the season was 50/50 the wrestling team came in 5 in the west division championship. Leo got a great job in New York City working for one of the top Marketing company on the east coast of the US. Coach Mike started to date and finally settle down with the school team swim coaches Mark Johnson. It was late summer that Coach Mike and Mark went for a week vacation in New York City. The two of them were having a great Italian dinner in Brooklyn one evening. He looks over his shoulder for a brief time and notices that Leo was flirting and having dinner with one of the top NFL quarterbacks in the League. Coach Mike knows right away who this person was. Mark sort of caught onto Coach Mike behavior that was going down.

    The End

  • Big Cock Boy

    Parker Torres came back to his empty two bedroom apartment he shared with a classmate turned friend turned friends with benefits. Changing into a pair of comfy gym shorts and T shirt he laid back on the couch watching Jane the Virgin in Netflix. 

    It was just about a half an hour pass six, Scott McIntyre came through the door with his backpack/Gym bag over his right shoulder. The ripped jock wore a tight t-shirt that had the schools logo on the front, clung to his massive pecs and abdomen muscles. Every bulging muscles from his biceps to his perfect calves were all portioned right in every way and defined even more when he wore tight clothing. Parker couldn’t help but look at the beast of a man that he was lucky enough to call his roommate…perhaps even lovers. 

    Since Football season was getting close to starting, Scott had been hitting the gym five sometimes six times a week for about two to three hours a day. And the results were showing. He had gotten a lot bigger since the start of summer and Parker didn’t really mind for when they made love he had a lot more to hold onto when he was getting thrashed. Parker eyes drifted down to his groin region where even in a tight fit jock, to anyone who was paying close attention can see the mound in his gym shorts, it’s especially more noticeable when he’s laying down doing bench press. 

    “Hey Scott how was the gym?” Parker asked.

    Scott eyed his smaller male companion with a cocky grin. “It was pretty good for the most part” The massive black haired jock dropped his bag. “You should really go to the gym get more buff” 

    Parker shrugged. “Nah, I prefer my slim swimmer body I’ll leave the big muscles to you”

    Scott grunted taking off his shirt and running shoes and crawled over Parker. He pushed his hand under the smaller man’s shirt forcing it up and over his head. Parker let out a slight moan as the bigger of the two men settled his weight better the smaller ones smooth legs. “Mmm…on second though I like you smooth and small” He smiled. 

    “Scott!” Parker Exclaimed. “Come on I got you over twice last night and once this morning” 

    Scott shrugged and continued to explore and kiss his smaller companion’s smooth torso, his mouth kissed and licked his light brown nipples causing Parker to moan. His resistance growing weaker by the second and Parker knew it. The way Scott made Parker feel with every flick, lick, and touch how could he refuse the brute of a man? 

    Parker pressed his handwriting against Scott’s big chest, he had to admit he loved the way his puppies felt in his touch how soft they were and how hard they made him whenever they flexed. He could groped them all day aside from his massive manhood his pecs were the second best thing about his body, that and his seat blue eyes. Scott gave him a puzzling look as to why Parker was pushing him away but then it dawned on him that with is almond brown eyes he was being checked . Words did not need to be spoken about the things that were going around in his little lovers mind. 

    Scott smirked devilishly at him. “You okay in there?” He asked caressing Parker’s cheek and Parker turning his head into his touch. 

    Parker knew they were friends with benefits but he couldn’t help the fact that he loved the way he was touched and held by him in some small part of his mind he wondered what it would be like to date such a guy but Every time he is reminded of why. Scott was a player and Parker didn’t need the heartache so rather just settle for the fun fucking. 

    “Nothing” The smaller man said leaning up to kiss him. 

    As the two men made out they worked their shorts off each other, Scott pulled Parker’s rear up so his growing dick was pressed against Parker’s ass and grind into his sweet ass. “Mmmm I love your ass so much” He moaned. 

    Reaching over Scott pulled open the couch side table drawer producing a bottle a lube, squeezing out a healthy amount into his and lathering it on his 12×8 manhood and the rest in and around Parker’s tight hole. Closing the top and wiping his hand on his discarded shirt he lifted Parker’s ass and pressed his fat head forward. 

    Parker moan and clutched the bigger man closer as he felt his hole give way to the fat member breaching into him. Scott’s hot breathe brushed over Parker’s neck before proceeding to bury his face in it, sucking it knowing there was going to be a mark left but Parker didn’t care he was in too much pleasure to care about anything he just wanted his big friend in him. 

    Scott was a careful top as he took his time to allow Parker to always get use to his dick with each and every inch sinking further and further into the smaller boy. Parker’s body was rigged and shudder when Scott gave the final push and all of him was in his tights lovers ass. 

    “God you feel so good babe” Scott whispered in Parker’s ear. “Your so tight and warm” He gave him a tender kiss on his lips and down his jaw line where he tilted Parker’s head to the side and ravaged his neck with a lot of sucking. As the same time he withdrew his hips slowly to the tip and then pushed forward. Scott continued to saw back and forth the better part of ten minutes to allow the ass he was fucking to get accustomed to his dick. Scott lifted Parker’s legs around his waist lifting his hulking body off Parker. 

    “Please fuck me hard” Parker said. Drunk on a pleasure high. “Fuck me hard Scott and breed this ass” He begged. 

    “Fuck” Scott grunted. 

    His eyes narrowed and started to pick up the speed. Parker lifted his hands exploring the jocks muscles all over them feeling them tense and flex under his touch. Each and every one of them working together to reach a common go and that was to get Parker and Scott to cum. Scott huffed and moaned as he started to thrust harder and faster into the smaller boy. Parker moaned and didn’t hold back. Some people fake their moan but not Parker. He learned to be quick when it was a quick fuck in public or even his parents home but when they were alone in their apartment he howled like a bitch in heat. 

    Scott loved the way he made Parker hold and moan, he knew he was giving the fuck he only he knew he could give. He slammed over and over again into the smaller boy making their bodies slap loudly together. 

    “YES!” Parker yelled. His body began to shake with pleasure. “Oh Scott….oh man” His toes curled his body tensed. 

    “Fuck yeah boy take this fucking dick!” He growled. “TAKE.THIS.DICK.” He grunted slamming into him with each word. The already damaged couch rocked and creaked under them that he Wood could be heard cracking. 

    Scott entered into his animalistic state and fucked him harder and mercecly. Parker thrashed and writhed under Scott hulking Mass. He was pinned to the couch. 

    “Harder Scott please breed me” Parker yelled. “Oh baby yes yes” 

    “Fuck yeah beg for my dick. Beg for my cum!” 

    Parker whimpered and Mason as he could feel his build moving through his entire body down his spine and to his groin. “SCOTT!” He whimpered. 

    Parker’s body convulsed and arched as his body was racked with wave after of wave of pure ecstasy and bliss. His Balls pulled in and his dick pumped thick hot ropes of cum between their bodies. Witnessing his companion’s orgasm Scott become full sex crazed animal. He fucked into Parker with almost inhuman speed. The long workout sessions were truly paying off, Scott pushed one final time he reared his head as his cock swelled and pumped several wads of cum. He thrusted so hard he lifted Parker’s bottom half off the sofa, it was to much for the couch to handle and the entire right half buckled under their weight. 

    Scott’s body shuddered as he emptied his eggs size balls into Parker, the warm feeling of being breed cause Parker to cum again making more of a message then there already was. Scott gave a few more thrusts before rolling over onto his back pulling Parker that still had his rock hard dick in him onto his chest. Rocking his little body up and down his stick a bit just to keep him hard. 

    The two boys let’s their exhaustion take hold and fell asleep.


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  • Sex Ed

    Field Trip

    “You have a what, exactly?” Bobby asked for the third time.

    “An engagement. A gig. It’s part of my music program.” Danny explained. “I’m supposed to do a few professional showings to prove that I’m marketable to talent agents and record labels. But it’s just a piano bar, so it’s low pressure, not like a full concert.”

    “Well, can I come?” Bobby added, tracing his hand along Danny’s bare sides, following the sinuous flow of his muscles. Even after weeks of close-up, intimate access to the athletic stud’s gorgeous body, Bobby couldn’t refrain from touching him constantly, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin.

    Danny chuckled. “Of course. Well, I think so. It’s a working bar, and you’re under 21, so they might make a little fuss at the door, but I think I can talk you in, since I’m performing. I’ll just say you’re my designated driver.”

    Danny rolled over so that his naked body was on top of Bobby’s once again, Danny’s dark hair messy and wild from their evening together.. Bobby felt Danny’s stiffening cock pressing against his stomach. Danny leaned down and whispered in Bobby’s ear, “It’s certainly true that you drive me crazy.”

    The scent of their sweat and sex washed over Bobby’s senses, and he felt intoxicated by his luck. Who’d have thought that when he chanced to snag an open spot in a Sexual Health class in his first semester, that he’d now be here, a few weeks in, hours in bed taking hold of a breathtakingly handsome senior stud’s hard cock and guiding him to his hole.

    Danny’s previous load from that night was still inside of him, lubricating Danny’s shaft as he pressed into Bobby once again, inch after inch sliding home achingly slowly. Bobby moaned quietly as his thoroughly fucked hole was expanded again, taking his man’s heated tower to the thick base.

    In the pale blue light of not-quite-dawn, Danny leaned back on his knees between Bobby’s far-flung legs, and moved gently, his body rolling in smooth, controlled thrusts. The light cast from the window scattered across his naked torso, dappling him with early morning moonlight. The divine sculpture of Danny’s body was cast into sharp light and shadow as he fucked Bobby slowly.

    Bobby shivered as the bedsheets were cast aside and the cold air met the sweat on his chest, but the warmth of Danny’s body sliding against him, around him, entering him fueled his desire and kept the chill at bay. Bobby’s own cock was hard again, straining up towards his belly button and leaking like a faucet. Danny slipped his fingers through the dripping fluid and cupped Bobby’s shaft with a slicked hand, jerking him in time with his thrusts.

    Danny turned his head to kiss at Bobby’s calf, perched on his shoulder. Between kisses he murmured, “Is this what you need? What can I do to service you?”

    Bobby reached up, rubbing his hand up Danny’s chest and further, curling into a fist in Danny’s hair and dragging him down on top of him so they were chest to chest again, Bobby’s legs wrapped around Danny’s hips as Danny continued to move inside him.

    Bobby teased Danny’s nipples lightly, and the senior growled above him in response. Bobby licked and bit at his neck gently, working his way up to Danny’s ear. Bobby could tell that he was having a pronounced effect on the bull that was plowing him because Danny began to fuck him a bit harder and a bit faster.

    Bobby placed one hand firmly on Danny’s perfect butt, guiding and urging him deeper into him, still teasing Danny’s right nipple with the other. In his ear he whispered, “I want you to fuck me until you burst, fill me with your hot seed…and then eat it out of me.” Then with no other instructions to give, he licked and kissed around Danny’s ear as Danny’s forehead planted into the pillow beside him and the stud fully committed to his partner’s request.

    Danny groaned through gritted teeth as their fucking increased in volume and pace. The sweaty smack of Danny’s heavy balls clapping into Bobby’s ass, and as their bodies collided roughly. The bed frame began to shake and squeak slightly on every third thrust. Blinding white and black shapes passed before Bobby’s eyes as the all-American college beefcake fucked him deep and hard. He didn’t even realize he was crying out until Danny was matching him, his cock lodged deep inside him and shooting another load of creamy jizz, pumping him full of hot warmth.

    Danny was still panting when he slid free, one inch at a time, moved down the bed, pried Bobby’s cheeks apart, and dove face-first into eating his sensitive ass, and Bobby screamed.

    Only a few hours later, Bobby sat at the kitchen table in the frat house, wearing one of Danny’s t-shirts (which fit him remarkably well considering the difference in their muscle mass, but then, Danny liked the tight fit, and Bobby’d been working out recently), eating a bowl of cereal and trying to avoid making eye contact with two other fraternity brothers who were sitting across from him and who shot him knowing grins every time he did.

    Bobby was saved when Danny finished his shower and descended, wearing only a pair of running shorts. He leaned down to kiss Bobby and then set about preparing his own food. Bobby’s cock definitely enjoyed the view – he never got tired of looking at Danny in fact. And the shorts had the right material to hang just so – perfectly emphasizing Danny’s hefty package and amazing ass. Shaking himself from his reverie, Bobby took the excuse to stand up. “I should go – I haven’t been to my room in ages, and I need to shower and change too before class today.”

    “Okay. Have a good day. Text me if you want to meet up for lunch or dinner…” Danny smiled mischievously, “Or if you want this thick cock in between classes, cause you know it’s yours when you want it.”

    Bobby turned bright red as the other brothers snickered, but Danny’s eyes held level, and Bobby knew he was dead serious. Bobby grinned back, raising his voice performatively, “Wow, I’ve never had a stud go that many rounds and come back for more so soon.”

    The brothers wolf-whistled, and it was Danny’s turn to chuckle, but he shrugged impishly, enjoying the game, “What can I say, with your talents, I’m insatiable.”

    The brothers’ jaws were now agape, looking between the two lovers astounded. Bobby kissed Danny deeply, walked to the door and turned back to wink and say, “You’d better be, stallion. I’ve got needs.”

    Danny let out a burst of laughter as Bobby swept imperiously out the door of the frat house, practically glowing with mirth, arousal, and indescribable joy.

    His good mood lasted through all of his morning classes, and Bobby had a break in the afternoon. He was tempted to take up Danny’s offer of booty call, but then remembered that today was another Body, Anatomy, and Sexual Health class, so he decided to hold off for a while, and wound up studying instead.

    When Bobby arrived, the other guys were still trickling in. He caught up with Thomas and Henry for a bit, mostly banter about Bobby and Danny’s developing connection. Ryan and Chris stopped to say their hellos on their way past, and then Danny arrived, giving Bobby a quick kiss before they sat down together.

    In strode Mike, their tall dark and mouth-wateringly handsome professor. He seemed a bit distracted, preoccupied with something troubling, but his expression swiftly masked that with his usual smile.

    “Hello guys, let’s circle the chairs for our usual discussion of the reading…”

    The class passed in a haze of Latin nomenclature. They were reviewing and preparing for the mid-term exam, which would include the ability to accurately name a large number of muscles and bones. Bobby was feeling confident though, because of his early study sessions with Thomas and Henry.

    Bobby noticed about halfway through the hour that the redhead jock who’d taught him all about sex toys wasn’t there. He supposed Jake might be intentionally late again, as a part of his ongoing game with his mysterious partner. But throughout the class, Jake did not appear. Bobby was prevented in wondering too much when Mike stood suddenly.

    “You know, I’m feeling like all this technical jargon is putting you all to sleep, so everyone up! We’re going for a field trip.”

    Mike turned on his heel and marched out the door. The six guys scrambled to follow him, each wondering where on earth they’d be going. They made quite the parade – a smoking hot young professor followed by six of the best-looking guys on campus, each stunning in his own way.

    “Maybe we’re going to the medical services office to mock a check up.” Bobby guessed, Danny’s arm draped around his shoulder.

    “I don’t think so, that building is the other way.” Danny murmured back. Either way, actually standing and walking in the fresh air felt wonderful, getting out of their stuffy basement classroom. It was late afternoon, so the sun was beginning to track downward, but it wasn’t quite golden hour yet.

    As they walked, Mike turned over his shoulder to speak, “We’ve gotten to know each other well enough that I know each of you are sexually active men in your own ways. While our class is focused primarily on health and safety practices, part of that is in knowing your local sexual culture – how it operates, and how you can safely seek out partners. Now I know there’s plenty of apps and technologies today for quick hookups and no strings attached. But not that long ago when I was around your age, there were established places a guy could go to looking for some action…”

    He led them into the campus library, and down a staircase to the basement level, where the research rooms, video and sound editing suites, and other private study rooms were located. When they reached a certain empty room, Mike turned and led them all into it, closing the door behind.

    “While I was making copies for last week’s class I came across one such location right here in our library. There’s a glory hole in the men’s restroom down here.”

    The class shifted, their attention now intently curious.

    “Did you…you know, make use of it?” Thomas chuckled.

    Mike smiled. “Ah, no, not then. No one else was in there. But I wanted to show it to you all as an example of sex culture that definitely still exists.”

    “So…you would have used it if you could…?” Thomas prompted, sounding hopeful.

    Mike laughed at that. “I’m a hot-blooded guy just like any of you, I have a pretty strong drive from all the work I do at my other job at the gym. Remember when we talked about hormone balances? Fortunately, I’m lucky to have someone who matches my drive to help take care of my needs.”

    “Uh huh.” Thomas moaned, hanging on every word. Henry coughed a bit and nudged him playfully.

    “Anyway, I don’t know if there’s someone in there or not currently, so it’s probably best if you just go in one at a time to see what I’m talking about…” Mike continued, explaining some of the signals and etiquette common to glory holes. After the briefing, Henry went first to cross into the bathroom. It was several minutes before he returned.

    “Yep, someone’s in there. It was just like you said, they didn’t really say much, but they swirled the finger around the hole, so I went for it. Whoever he is, that cocksucker’s really good. Got me going pretty quick. Sucked down my load like water in a desert.”

    “I wanna try!” Thomas announced excitedly, leaving the office and crossing to the bathroom, vanishing inside. Mike chuckled. “Well, I trust this is more interesting than Latin names. When he comes back, let him know that I’m giving you all a homework assignment – I want you to look up types and instances of sex culture and do a short write up about it for our online discussion board. Could be anything from saunas, glory holes, dark rooms, the hanky code…explore. We’ll read them and discuss next class. That’s it for today, but you all can stay here and try this experience if you’d like. Henry certainly recommends it.”

    Mike gave them a cheery wave and left, and a few minutes later, Thomas came back out with a goofy grin on his face. He barged back into the room, saying, “I had a hard time not moaning louder, but I think he liked it. I offered to blow him too, but he didn’t seem to go for it. Anyway, I told him there’s a few of us and he said keep the cock cumming, so get in there guys!”

    Henry and Thomas wandered off toward the library entrance. Bobby looked at the others, who all shrugged, so one at a time they crossed into the basement library bathroom, so that they didn’t look suspicious.

    Once Bobby arrived inside, he saw that it was a small space, only two stalls and a few urinals. The door to the nearest stall was partially open, and Bobby saw Ryan already pressed against the divider, his pants undone and his strong arms gripping the top of the divider tightly as familiar wet slurping sounds emanated from the far stall. He was crouching down slightly so that he could feed his cock through the hole, which appeared to be lower than Ryan’s tall height demanded. Occasionally Ryan would grunt or twitch as the cocksucker worked him over, his athletic body shaking the stall slightly with the force of his passion.

    Sure enough, Ryan was moaning, “Oh fuuuuck, yeah just like that you’re gonna make me-UNH”

    Ryan’s entire body spasmed as he unloaded through the divider, and then continued quivering for a moment before he withdrew, tucking his hefty manhood back into his pants, and buckling them.

    “Thanks man, that was incredible.”

    The voice from within the stall said only, “Nice cock. Come back every Thursday and feed me.”

    Ryan fixed himself in the mirror before grinning at the others and leaving. Chris, Danny and Bobby all looked at each other and the empty stall.

    “I kinda want to watch you do it, Danny.” Bobby admitted. “Is that weird?”

    Chris added, “I’d enjoy watching that too.”

    Danny looked between them and chuckled. “Looks like I’m out-voted.” So he stepped into the stall and unzipped his jeans, pulling out his beautiful thick cock and handling it so that the unknown cocksucker could see it. He asked quietly, “You ready for another helping?”

    The finger beckon came quickly, so Danny carefully fed his cock through the glory hole, sliding his jeans down to his thighs. This had the effect that Chris and Bobby could see every tight flex in his athletic ass as his body strove to shove his cock deeper down whatever warm throat he was currently inches deep in.

    Bobby made a slight choking sound, but it was drowned out by the persistent noisy slurping coming from the stall. Danny looked devastatingly attractive, gripping the top of the divider, his head to one side, jaw clenched tight against the exquisite pleasure being sloppily served upon his thick manhood.

    Chris put a hand on Bobby’s shoulder and squeezed tightly, and Bobby chuckled. They shared a look together that said everything. They’d chosen correctly. Watching Danny get sucked was a work of high art. Bobby tried to capture his posture and expression in his memory forever.

    After a few more minutes of Danny groaning and rattling the divider, he too succumbed to the cocksucker’s gifts and shot off his load, shuddering intensely, and then weakly releasing his death grip on the divider to extricate his shaft and compose himself.

    Whoever was in the stall smacked their lips twice. “Nice flavor, great cock. Come anytime.”

    As Danny rejoined the others, Bobby smirked. “He’s not wrong, you know. You taste great.”

    Exhaling deeply, Danny grinned back. “So do you, babe. And if you don’t believe me, let the connoisseur prove it.”

    And he gave Bobby a playful shove toward the stall. Suddenly trembling and nervous, Bobby looked at the hole in the partition and then back at the others. Danny was grinning infectiously, and Chris had a mischievous expression with a raised eyebrow.

    Taking a deep breath, Bobby undid his pants, taking out his cock and balls, and tugging at them lightly in visual range of the glory hole. Watching Danny get blown had already made him hard, and he was dripping slightly.

    A low growl of pleasure came from the stall. “Mmm, juicy. Feed me your cock.”

    A finger beckoned urgently, so Bobby positioned himself at the hole and slipped through, his hands pressed against the divider. Immediately the sensations came of warm, rough hands rubbing up and down his shaft, stroking him achingly, before a familiar hot wet sensation engulfed him.

    Bobby’s knees bucked involuntarily, slamming into the divider, and he quickly reached up to grip the top of the partition. This guy knew what he was doing. Sometimes playing around the head, sometimes swallowing Bobby to the base, switching techniques to tease and tantalize. Bobby’s cock was soon heavily coated in saliva, and Bobby could tell it was dripping copiously down the other side of the stall, as well as feel some of it rolling down his balls to drip into his jeans. This particular cocksucker liked it sloppy.

    Bobby’s breathing increased rapidly and he felt his body yearning to break down the partition and take control, but that was the adrenaline of it. He had no idea who was on the other side, and he had no control at all. He had surrendered to the whims of the unknown cocksucker, and the pleasure would be entirely granted…or taken away…by him.

    The unknown man grasped Bobby’s balls and sucked them each in turn before returning to worshipping his dripping hard shaft. As Bobby glanced to the side, he saw that Danny had his own cock out again and was stroking furiously, his face intently watching Bobby as he bit his lower lip. Chris was looking between them, a large bulge in the front of his jeans making his own arousal quite clear.

    Soon the cocksucker’s talented tongue and throat overwhelmed Bobby and the adrenaline and Danny watching and Bobby erupted with a loud grunt, feeling jet after jet of hot cum blast into the cocksucker’s mouth. But the pleasure didn’t quite end yet…the cocksucker relished the load, swallowing in long loud gulps before carefully licking every inch of Bobby’s shaft clean, and spending special care to suck every last drop of jizz from his now incredibly sensitive head. Bobby’s knees nearly buckled again before he sensed that the cocksucker had withdrawn, and that he was clear to pull back through.

    As Bobby was putting himself back together, Danny was still stroking quickly, but Bobby stopped his hands by kneeling down right there and taking Danny into his mouth. He simply couldn’t resist after what he’d just felt and experienced. Danny leaned his head back against the wall and Bobby worked him over, even trying one or two new tricks he’d picked up from their friend in the stall. It wasn’t long before Danny was shooting again, spurting thick ropes of cum into Bobby’s hungry mouth.

    While he was down on his knees, Bobby happened to glance over at the cocksucker’s stall, glimpsing two knees in some charcoal black ripped jeans that were also kneeling.

    “Mmm, that was tasty. Thanks for your load.” the voice said. “Anyone else out there?”

    “One more.” Chris replied, entering the stall and taking out his hard shaft.

    “Fuck yeah, lots of hot young cock today. Give me a taste, sexy.”

    Without wasting time, Chris slipped himself through the hole and the slurping sounds recommenced.

    Rising to share a long kiss with Danny, Bobby felt his knees wobble slightly, but Danny supported him. Together they breathlessly supported each other while Chris was worked over, and once he too had been drained of his load, the three of them left, thanking the true artist of his craft in the stall, and stumbling back onto campus.

    A few days later, it was time for Danny’s gig. They went together, walking from Danny’s car to the venue. On impulse, Bobby reached over and held Danny’s hand. Danny smiled and gave him a squeeze as they went inside. Bobby was dressed casually, but Danny had dressed up a little, sporting a sharp black suit over a crisp white button down. No necktie, with the top few buttons loose, so Bobby caught a glimpse of his tantalizing warm skin beneath. He looked absolutely ravishing.

    True to his word, Danny was able to talk the bouncer into letting Bobby in to the venue for the night as his +1 and designated driver. It turned out to be a multi-purpose pub and jazz club, lots of dark wood paneling and tall booths, but with a small raised stage that had room for instruments. Currently, there was a beautiful old upright piano against the wall, slightly left of center stage, and a lone mike stand slightly to the right.

    Danny went to set up while Bobby was left seemingly alone. He found a free booth (it was early in the evening yet. Danny was the first artist of the evening’s offerings) and sat so that he’d have a good view facing the stage. But he wasn’t alone long – soon Chris and Henry and Ryan arrived, spotted Bobby and made their way over.

    “I didn’t know you guys were coming!” Bobby said.

    Ryan grinned. “We didn’t either. Chris just ran into us and told us about it at the gym, so we figured we’d stop by and support.”

    “I’ll get drinks.” Chris declared, patting the table and heading for the bar. Bobby chatted with the guys a bit, and just as Chris was returning, the lights dimmed and Danny stepped up onto the stage. Bobby and the guys cheered loudly.

    Danny smiled at them before sitting down at the piano. He took a moment and began playing. The first song was meandering, dreamlike, and a bit melancholic. As the next songs explored different moods and jazzier tones, Bobby felt himself being drawn almost as to a hypnotist. He couldn’t look away, but he felt slightly dizzy. The lights swam around him a bit and he realized he’d been staring too long and needed to blink. He sipped blankly at his water trying to clear his head. But it was then that, for the next song, a bartender brought the mike stand over and adjusted it to be near Danny’s face; without hesitation, Danny began to sing:

    “When I look into your eyes, I see sunshine
    The clouds are blown away
    I hope you’re here to stay
    ‘Cause I’ve got me needing more of you
    Guess I’m falling for you

    You walk away, my eyes caress you
    Then you turn and smile
    You’ve caught me thinkin’ of love with you
    Guess I’m falling, I may be falling for you”

    Bobby was transfixed by the intoxicating sound of Danny’s voice. He crooned a smooth baritone melody that, while quiet, was commanding the entire room. Bobby didn’t seem to be the only one holding his breath to listen.He found himself getting hard as he watched Danny perform, and as the music continued, the rest of the world fell away as Bobby began to dream…of what it might be like, if the bar were empty, he could go and sit closer to Danny, beside him on the bench even. Occasionally their shoulders might bump. Bobby would be able to feel the heat radiating off of his man.Carefully, Bobby would slip a hand into the open front of Danny’s shirt, so that he could feel his heartbeat, every rise and fall of his chest as he continued to sing like a siren – luring Bobby to his embrace. And willingly, Bobby would go – he realized in that moment he’d follow Danny anywhere.Moving around behind him, Bobby would undo his shirt buttons, slowly, one at a time, pulling aside the starched white fabric to reveal Danny’s delectable abs. All the while, Danny continued to play, unhindered by Bobby’s hands on him, touching him, running over his athletic body and teasing his nipples like he knew Danny liked, kissing down the side of his neck…Finally – in the dream – Danny stood up, and moved to press himself against Bobby. The music continued to play in the background as Bobby slowly drew off first the suit jacket, then the button-down, leaving Danny bare-chested on stage in belted black slacks. Leaning into him, they joined arms and began to dance, slowly revolving in a golden pool of light while the smoky jazz continued to accompany them. Bobby rested his head in the crook of Danny’s neck, feeling the strong steady pulse under his skin, the warmth of the stage lights and the clean, woodsy scent of Danny’s cologne.Stopping their dance, Bobby stroked his hands down Danny’s sides, before drawing inward, following the pronounced lines of his muscles which drew him inexorably downward, to grip at Danny’s package through his pants. He was as hard and thick as ever, his cock straining upward and to the right, clearly outlined by the fabric. Taking his time, Bobby kissed down his miraculous golden chest, and Danny began singing again, “‘Cause I’ve got me needing more of you…”

    Because it was his dream, Bobby easily slipped open the silver belt buckle and drew the belt off, before unbuttoning Danny’s pants and slowly drawing them downward. Danny usually laughed when Bobby cursed while struggling with his belt. Bobby usually just wanted to get them off as quickly as possible. To hold Danny’s hot hard length in his hand, to feel his pulse, all his strength, all his thick, veined masculinity…

    All that remained were a pair of tight black boxer briefs. No logos, nothing fancy. They might’ve been painted on, they concealed nothing. As Bobby slipped a hand beneath the fabric on Danny’s right thigh, he brushed Danny’s cock with the back of his fingers. The area of skin was already slick with Danny’s need…his need to be taken, raw desire, wet and hot.

    Bobby drew his hand back and couldn’t resist tasting his sticky juice, gleaming in the light on the tips of his fingers. A sensuous appetizer for the main course. His hunger roused, Bobby quickly slipped off the boxer briefs, leaving Danny’s thick hard cock to swing free, jutting out proudly toward the darkened bar, as if daring an audience member brazen enough to touch it.

    Bobby was brazen, and he thought he’d never get enough of this beautiful manhood. Of it, and of him. His heavy balls swung low beneath, surrounded by a well groomed thicket of dark hair. As another droplet threatened to drip from the flared tip of his cock, Bobby caught it with his tongue, following the string back to the source and expanding his mouth to close his lips tightly around the leaking cockhead.

    Bobby couldn’t tell if Danny was still singing or moaning, but he felt the vibrations of sound racing through his body and the air. There, on stage, under the lights, Bobby made love to Danny’s cock with his mouth and throat. There might’ve been silhouettes in the audience…watching. Bobby was reminded of the class in which he’d done this very thing – sucked off Danny in front of all his classmates and their professor.

    The silhouettes became them – Ryan, Chris, and Henry were there, but also the easy-going, sandy-haired Thomas, the larger redhead jock Jake, and their personal trainer professor with coal black hair and a killer jawline…all were sitting at different dream tables, watching.

    Inspired by the memory, Bobby reached under Danny’s balls and slipped a finger into his hole, fingering him, stroking him, finding his knot of pleasure and stroking it once, twice…

    Danny’s balls were tightening, preparing to blow, so Bobby doubled down on his efforts, determined to milk him for all he could give. Danny was grunting and gasping, when suddenly he gripped Bobby’s hair tightly, pulling his head back with one hand, and gripping his hard shaft with the other. Aiming himself just so, he erupted, thick hot ropes of cum shooting across Bobby’s face, some draping into his hair, across his nose and cheeks before he allowed Bobby to close his lips tightly around his cockhead, serving the remainder of his load directly to his hungry partner.

    While Danny’s breathing grew heavy, Bobby sucked every last drop from the sensitive cockhead, causing Danny to moan and twitch, and pull Bobby to his feet. They kissed, their lips crashing together, the sticky cum on Bobby’s cheeks rubbing off on Danny’s own. Then, Bobby put a hand on Danny’s back, guiding him with a gentle push to the piano…

    Danny saw the look on Bobby’s face and grinned, knowing what was coming. Danny bent over, gripping the top of the upright piano with his strong hands, while Bobby moved close behind him, once again stroking his hands down the sides of his beautiful stud, before giving his ass a playful slap. Danny gave him a silly grin over his shoulder, which only made Bobby harder. He could feel himself almost bursting from his own jeans…

    Kneeling down once again, Bobby unbuckled his own jeans, releasing his own straining cock from its confines, and stroked himself idly with one hand, while with the other, he pried open Danny’s round, muscular cheeks and dove, sticky-face-first, into him, driving his tongue deep into Danny’s hole with a slow, languorous rhythm. In fact, it might even match whatever song the real Danny was playing back in the real pub…but here in the dream…Danny’s voice cried out and cursed as Bobby teased and tantalized him, slowly working him back up over the course of a few minutes.

    There wasn’t long to wait – Danny’s body was responding to Bobby’s effort, his heavy cock soon thickening and growing hard as ever once again. His knuckles were white on the top edge of the piano as he gasped in pleasure. Only when Danny was begging for it, whispering, pleading, shouting for Bobby’s cock, did he oblige…

    Bobby stood, stripping off his own shirt and tossing it into the house. Dream Ryan caught it. Looking out, Bobby saw that his and Danny’s “performance” had inspired his dream audience …Ryan was still at the same booth, with Chris, but both were naked, and Chris was on Ryan’s lap, taking Ryan’s cock deep inside him. Henry had Thomas over a smaller table, plowing him in long deep strokes. Meanwhile Jake was laying across the bar, with their professor Mike over him, both of them with their lips wrapped around the other’s incredible manhoods, gulping and sucking and coaxing toward their goal of a hot load of cum…

    Bobby was brought back by Danny’s begging, so he bent close, whispering, “I love you” as he stroked a hand down Danny’s spine. Danny shivered in response, widening his stance, and Bobby took the invitation, spitting on his thundering cock to moisten it before planting himself at Danny’s hole and driving inward…

    Both of them shuddered at the long-awaited joining, and Danny surprised Bobby by rocking back and forth, already pushing back against him, setting a fast pace. Gripping Danny’s hips, Bobby set to the task of giving Danny everything he wanted, every inch of him, moving together in a glorious masterpiece. They matched each other in every need, move, the length of Bobby’s thrust, the tight warmth of Danny’s body around him as they made love furiously, hypnotically, achingly true to what each of them needed.

    The passion of their fucking was blinding and the stage lights were golden all around them, Danny was groaning and Bobby gripped Danny’s thick cock quickly, stroking him fervently as Bobby simultaneously grazed the perfect spot inside him, and Danny came for the second time, his entire athletic body tensing as he shot stringy ropes of essence all across the piano keys.

    Feeling every jet of ecstasy pulsing through the cock in his hand, Bobby felt himself cross over the point of no return, his jaw clenching and toes curling as he slammed as deep as he could into his man and filled him with his seed again and again and again…

    “Bobby,” was all that Danny could manage to gasp, panting and smiling deliriously…but the dream was fading…

    “Bobby?” Danny repeated himself, his smile uncertain. Bobby was back at the booth with the others, the set had finished, and Danny stood before him, flush with excitement and the buzz of a good performance.

    “You alright there? Look like I interrupted a deep thought. Did you like my set?”

    Bobby cleared his tight throat, now keenly aware of his situation. “Oh yes, your set tasted great, sounded great, sorry, I- haha, I don’t know why I said that.”

    Danny tilted his head slightly while Thomas chuckled, “Bobby here was starstruck the whole time. Couldn’t take his eyes off you.”

    “I’m just a little heated – if you’ll excuse me…” Bobby mumbled, flustered. He got up from the table, and brushed past Danny’s concerned look toward the bathroom, taking a moment once he was inside to splash cold water on his face. The door swung open and shut behind him.

    Danny had followed him. “Are you –”

    “You’re incredibly talented and beautiful and I think I love you.” Bobby blurted out. Then when he realized what he’d said, his heart began beating a thousand times faster. This wasn’t the right time or place, what would Danny think, how could he be so stupid, Danny was a senior and he was just a freshman – Bobby was panicking, he could feel it in his breathing, his thoughts began racing out of control.

    But Danny wasn’t laughing at him or running out or any of the things Bobby feared he might do. The dark-haired beauty simply stood there with a dumb grin on his beautiful face, before leaning in to give Bobby a slow kiss. Bobby was pressed against the sink. He could feel his hardness pressing obviously against Danny, and Danny’s own bulge in return.

    When they eventually parted, Bobby searched Danny’s face for any clue, but the dope just kept smiling his silly grin. “I- I feel the same about you.” he finally admitted. “You’re amazing, Bobby, I love you.”

    Bobby was shaking somewhere, his legs felt numb. “Good? Good. Well, since we’ve got that settled, I really need your cock, so get in that stall and fuck me.”

    Danny bowed mockingly, unbuckling his pants on his way to the stall, “Your wish is my command.”

    When they got into the bathroom stall, it was nothing like the dream. It was cramped and awkward. Bobby pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees, bending forward and leaning at an odd angle, his face pressed against the door, while Danny maneuvered behind him, murmuring, “Ready?”

    “Yes”

    “Okay”

    It hurt a bit. Bobby hadn’t stretched. Danny had virtually no lube. But the feel of Danny’s cock inside him overrode Bobby’s brain, and he just tried to focus on the moment they were sharing. Danny began fucking him in earnest, but they had to pause when someone came in to pee at the urinal. Both of them trying to keep their groans quiet. Soon Danny muttered, “Oh fuck I’m gonna cum…” and his thick hard cock pumped Bobby full of warmth.

    It was nothing like the dream at all. But it was still beautiful. They straightened out their clothes again, and returned to the booth in the bar. The rest of the night, they wouldn’t leave each other’s side.

    To be continued…

    Song lyrics: “Guess I’m falling for you” – Michael Buble


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  • Coins, Booths, and A Peaceful Moment

    All of my senses betrayed me as I stirred. The warmth of the body next to me, the stiffness of the wood under me, the cold night breeze gently flowing over my exposed skin, the feeling of my shorts caught on my legs, the rough brushing of denim against me, the dull ache of whiskey on my brain. Opening my eyes it all comes back to me. The fear, the fight, the feelings. The splash of something large in the water draws what’s left of my senses out of there haze. I gently pull myself from John Boy and shakily stand up, shedding the ripped shirt while kicking off the shorts and ruined jock. I move to raise the railing around our the plank, a precaution we added a few years back after finding a gator basking on the plank. Once I’m satisfied with our “security system” I unlock and open our storm proof trunk along the back of the plank. I gather our phones, mine from the floor and his from the table and plug them up to the battery pack. I take out two camping blankets and close her up.

    Rubbing my face I try to push all thoughts of the outside out of my mind. I reach for my pack of cigarettes that somehow ended up under the table and light one. That first sweet drag calms me, the smoke hits my lungs and I close my eyes. The sounds of the water moving, the falls falling, the cicadas buzzing, the toads crocking – the sounds of home. A smile plays across my lips. I was so in my own world I didn’t notice the man standing beside me until he lit a cigarette and pressed his shoulder to mine. I press back and keep my eyes close, feeling his arm snake across my bare shoulder pulling me closer. Switching my cigarette to my left hand, I wrap y right arm around his waist, gently ticking his side.

    We just stand, existing in the space of the moment, taking slow long drags. When our cigarettes are smoked to the ends he takes them both and places them in the stone ashtray on the table. Taking my hand he leads me back to where we were laying. Placing one of the blankets down on the plank he kicks off his jeans and pulls me down. The blanket is a nice relief to the cool chill of the night and his heat quickly spreads through my bones. We lay on our sides and look into each other’s eyes, smiling sweetly. My heart races as our foreheads meet and our bodies press together, his lips softly press against mine as his fingertips drift softly across my back causing my hips to press against his.

    He pulls gently away from me and I look into his eyes. I haven’t seen that look in so long. Fear. I hold him close and roll slightly on my back as his head falls onto my shoulder. He places his right leg over mine and drapes his arm over me. With a sigh of relief, I feel his body relax and I place a kiss on the top of his head. Within moments he’s asleep with a gently snoring against me. John Boy is strong and jovial in nature with a smile always plastered on his lips, so it’s easy to forget how much emotions exhaust him. Taking in the moment, it’s not long until I drift off as well.

    A Peaceful Moment.


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  • The Day I Caught My Best Friend Masturbating in the Barn

    NOTE: Hi and greetings to all my fans and friends on GayDemon. Sorry for the long delay between stories but I’ve been so busy but thinking about you !!!! Peace to all of you, Naughty Eric


    STORY BY SCOTT

    Alex, age 20, and I, age 19, have been best friends since childhood as we grew up on tobacco farms next to each other in a southern state. Our parents are also best friends.  Alex and I were varisty wrestlers on our high school team for four years. We have no siblings. 

    Alex is much bigger than me as to physical characteristics. He wrestled at 190 pounds, stands 6-feet and 3-inches, has sexy coal black hair, black eyes, ripped big muscles, hard thighs, big legs, dark pubic hair, and large feet to go with a big cock. Alex has very little body hair and until the day I caught him masturbating in the barn loft, he had never had sex with anyone, male or female.

    During my high school days, I wrestled at 150 pounds. I stand five-feet and 10-inches with sandy red hair, brown eyes, slim hard swimmer type body, very light red fuzz on my chest and legs, and a nice patch of red pubic hair surrounding my 6.5 inch hard dick. I too was a  virgin until the event in the barn.

    Alex and I did not go to college after high school but chose to remain on the farms. Alex and I spend most of our free time together fishing, camping, hunting, swimming and riding our motorcycles. We are simply country boys who love the outdoors.

    It was last Saturday around 2:00 PM I tried to call Alex but got no answer. I decided to ride my bike over to his home. His parents told me that thought he was in the barn feeding the cows.

    When I entered the barn, the cows were out in the pasture and only Alex’s golden retriever ran up to me to play. There was no sign of Alex. Soon I heard what sounded like a guy in pain. I noticed some pieces of hay falling down from the loft stairs. I carefully approached the stairs and began to slowly go up the stairs. When I was in eye contact with the loft, I spotted my best friend Alex stretched out on his back on the hay floor butt naked. OH FUCK WOW, Alex had his huge rock hard cock in his hand  wildly jerking off that monster that I learned that day was 9-inches with a bear can thickness.

    I was a horny closeted fucking gay dude who had never had sex with anyone. I had no idea what shy Alex’s sexual orientation was but I knew he had not had sex and was a virgin. I became instantly horny as hell as I watched my big buddy jerk off. I felt my cock began to grow sliding down my right leg leaking precum in side my gym shorts, as I watched Aex’s awesome beautiful cock leaking precum causing his cock head to become shinny. He was moaning and breathing rapid.

    At that moment I thought I had died and gone to heaven. I pulled out my aching rock hard cock and began to jerk hard. I noticed a big wet precum spot on my shorts. I grabbed hold of my nuts wirth one hand and used my other hand to masturbate aroused like never before. I’d never been this hot and horny for man sex.

    Then came the best moment in my early life when Alex began to talk dirty (he had not yet spotted me on the top of the stairs jerking off) while watching this hot dude jerk off as well. Alex in a loud voice thinking he was alone said: “OH FUCK YEA, OH FUCK YEA, OH SHIT, I’M ONE FUCKING CRAZY FAG NEEDING A DUDE TO FUCK. OH SCOTT I LOVE YOU AND THAT BIG BUBBLE PINK ASS. I WANT TO FUCK THAT MAN PUSSY.”

    “OH HOLY FUCK,” at that moment I saw Alex turn to his right away from the stairs and he took a big photo of me in my wrestling uniform I’d given him the day I won the state championship at 150 pounds my senior year. He began to rub my photo across his cock as he jerked off. Soon his precum stained my photo. As he rubbed my photo across his hard cock, he uttered: “OH FUCK YEA, OH FUCK YEA, OH SHIT, OH SCOTT I LOVE YOU AND THAT BIG BUBBLE ASS OF YOURS. I WANT TO SLIDE MY BIG COCK UP THAT VIRGIN ASS. I WANT TO COME INSIDE YOU AND BREED YOU AS MINE.”

    I’d never been that HOT, HORNY OR AROUSED. I thrust one finger up my ass and used the other hand to continue jerking my hard dick. A couple more hard thrusts put me over the edge as I took a step onto the loft floor exploded with the largest massive load of spunk of my early life and I yelled: “OH FUCK YEA, I’M COMING, FUCK ALEX, FUCK MY MAN PUSSY. I’M YOURS.”

    Alex stopped jerking off, jumped to his feet with my now precum stained photo in his hand, looked shocked but sprouted a huge grin as he came toward me with his hard standing straight  cock pointed in my direction. Oh hell would I get that dong up my ass for the first time?

    At that moment I was sure thst no two gay dudes had ever been that horny and lusting after each oher and especially those hungry cocks. I lowered and took off my gym shorts and took off my tank top now naked for naked Alex. Alex grabbed me into a hard bear hug as our warm bodies melted together. Oh man, the feel of his slick hot body against mine was beyond hot. I began to have goose bumps and shivers running all up and down my body and I realized Alex was having the same feelings. I’d never felt anything this good. His hard pulsating blood filled cock was pulsating on top of my still hard dick. In all my dreams of making love to Alex, I’d never dreamed it would feel this great.

    Alex placed his big hard farm hands on my face, placed his thick sun burned lips on my lips and began to kiss me wildly. He was in charge and I was becoming his bitch at that moment. Within seconds, he parted my thin lips and drove his very thick wet tongue to the back of my throat and began a long sloppy French kissing job that made me wild with lust. Soon warm salvia ran out of our mouths, down our chins and onto our wet chests.

    As our lust consumed our beings, Alex said: “OH BABY, FUCK YEA, YOU NOW ARE MY LITTLE BITCH. I WANT TO FUCK YOU ASS WITH MY BIG SNAKE. I LOVE THAT AWESOME PINK MAN PUSSY THAT I HAVE LUSTED AFTER FOR YEARS AS I MASTURBATED TIME AND TIME AGAIN. I WANT TO COME INSIDE THAT HOT PUSSY.”

    “OH FUCK YEA ALEX, FUCK YOUR BITCH HARD AND WET MY ASS WITH THAT SPUNK.”

    Without any further delay, I laid down on the straw floor, spread my legs and exposed my puckering asshole to that big cock. Alex lubed my ass, lubed his hard cock and poured more lube over my ass crack before he lowered his sexy crotch and began to run his hard cock up and down my ass crack driving me crazy for that big cock up my ass. Finally, I begged: “OH FUCK YEA, ALEX DON’T TEASE ME ANY LONGER. DRIVE THAT HUGE DICK DEEP IN MY PUSSY. I’M ALL YOURS, BABY.”

    That did it as I felt his huge cock head spread my ass lips wide open and I felt his big leaking snake go inch by inch deep insdie me until he had that entire cock balls deep in my then stuffed ass. As I welcomed his instrument to the depth of my pussy, he wildly used his big hard legs, thighs and hips to plunge that hard aching cock deep in my ass over and over. WOW, my first big cock in my virgin ass was beyond any pleasure I’d ever known.  I learned that he felt my soft ass walls, wet warm ass and my ass muscles on his hard cock had him turning into some type of wild beast as I too became like some wild animal needing that man horse cock to satisfy my carnal needs. Oh I beged for him to give me his milk from those huge balls.

    I felt his cockhead expand, the veins in his cock shaft pulsated hard, his breathing became rapid, he began to grunt like a pig and he sped up his hard thrusts deep in my pussy, I knew that the moment had arrived. His balls tightened up against my ass and soon he let out a wild cry as he erupted with a volcanic load of jizz deep in my young virgin pussy. The feel of his warm cum filling my ass caused me to empty my second load of cum between our bodies. Alex rested leaving his dick in me for some five minutes before he pulled out and licked my cum off our bodies and kissed me. As I lay there, his cum poured out of my ass onto the straw.

    Soon we heard his Dad enter the barn and call for Alex’s dog to take him to the house for dinner. We lay very still until his Dad and the dog were gone. We did the best to clean our bodies and got dressed. WOW what a fuck it had been–we knew gay sex was for us. We kissed one more time before Alex  said: “Now Baby, I look forward to fucking that pink ass every day. It belongs to me now.”

    What would Alex’s parents think about how long Alex and I had been missing?

    I had never been happier.