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Before I was even born my ‘parents’ went their separate ways. They never married and resultantly I never grew up with a father. As I would later learn, I had been a huge mistake due to my mother’s tardy approach to oral contraception. My ‘biological’ father, therefore, never played a part in my life other than alimony payments that he willingly paid. I never had any contact with him and consequently, no Christmas or birthday gifts ever materialized. I had no idea where he lived or ever had any contact with him. Fortunately, I had a rather happy childhood and my mother decided that she wasn’t interested in marrying. Whatever her reasons, it suited me just fine.

During my upbringing, mom had a number of relationships lasting one night, a month, and sometimes a year or two. Some of the guys were rather nice, but most treated me with contempt.

By the time I was sixteen, I unequivocally knew that I was gay. Although I had numerous opportunities to indulge in heterosexual sex during this period, I always abstained. My reluctance was always written off to the fact that I was shy, but as all my buddies assured me, that given time I would overcome this ‘malady.’

After turning sixteen, however, my life was about to change remarkably. Firstly, I began to hang out with a group of guys a couple of years older than me. They were really cool and I loved the maturity of these buddies. Sadly, however, this was to prove to have far-reaching consequences.

One night, whilst in their company, we broke into a vehicle of a guy who had stupidly left his wallet on the passenger seat. Unbeknownst to us, we were captured in living colour by a security camera during the act. To cut a long story short, my buddies and I all received three-month sentences. They were all sent to a regular penitentiary, but given my age, I ended up in a juvenile facility.

During my incarceration, my deep-seated sexual homosexual tendencies were finally and ‘forcibly’ unearthed, because three older guys in juvie decided that I was perfectly suited to becoming their juvie bitch. I was a very slim and attractive blond-haired boy who only stood five-foot-seven-inches tall. Given my petite disposition, I was like a sitting duck for sex-starved older teenagers wanting to get their rocks off.

My initial sexual encounter was a little scary, but the pleasure of finally having my mouth and arse solidly fucked, far outweighed any discomfort.

The three guys who continually used me thrived on their power over me. I, of course, fuelled their horny machinations by playing the ‘reluctant damsel,’ to the fullest. In the future, having acquired a taste for coercive intercourse in juvie, sexual domination always turned me on incredibly.

There was even a warden who upon catching me and my ‘persecutors,’ ‘in flagrante delicto’ one evening, became a regular ‘addict’ of my mouth and backside. Warden Morris also introduced me to another sexual practice that would always feature strongly in my future life. Prior to the first time he fucked me, I was warmed-up by a thick belt that he always wore. Once he had taken the strap to me, as he referred to it, I was totally hooked on being spanked.

My next life-changing experience also occurred during that week, when my mom visited and informed me that she had gotten hold of my father and that I would be living with him, henceforth. She explained that her current beau had proposed to her and that she had accepted his proposal. I was under no doubt that Cedric, her current lover did not like me at all and that he had no doubt had been very influential in her decision to rid herself of me.

I briefly considered turning on the floodgates but grasped that my mother would not be receptive to my pleas after my recent fuckup. I had screwed up and now I needed to man up and take my shame. I gracefully accepted my fate after reasoning that my mom deserved happiness. My mother had essentially kicked me out of the nest and I was being catapulted into my next phase of life.

Upon my release, I was actually quite sad that my initiation into gay sex had come to an end.

I was also mesmerized with the idea of meeting father. During the few days before his arrival, I wondered what he would be like. I had always accepted the fact that I would most probably never know him and yet, suddenly, he was being thrust into my life in the most unexpected manner.

On the day of my release, as I exited the juvenile facility and walked towards him a myriad of thoughts flooded through my mind. My dad was far larger than me and it was perplexing that I was his son, because there seemed to be no family resemblance at all. He had never insisted on paternity tests after I was born and as I would later learn, he had simply accepted the responsibility for being my biological father.

In his up and down career he had worked in an array of jobs and lived all over the place. Miraculously, however, my mother had never, not received her alimony payments. As I approached him I was oddly taken by how sexy he was. He was a real redneck hick, but a fuckin’ good-looking piece of white trash.

“I’m Reed, your dad, and am pleased to finally meet you, Tully,” he said in a gravelly voice, as a rough tradesmen’s hand reached out to me.

“What should I call you?” was the first thing that came to my mind.

“Fuck, anything you like,” he said with a smile, “But, ‘dad’ would be like music to my ears,” he uttered.

“Cool, then its dad,” I replied, as he awkwardly embraced me.

I cannot describe the surge of emotion that went through me as this happened. I uncontrollably began to sob and was placated by his reassuring rough hands as they stroked my back. Inexplicably and remarkably, I also felt my cock becoming rock-hard as he comforted me. When we got to his old truck I saw all my shit that he had obviously collected from my mother, on the back of his pickup.

Upon commencing our four-hour drive home Reed did most of the talking.

Reed, my dad, firstly told me about the school I would be attending. It was his second choice but as he explained, given my history it was the best he could do. Reassuringly, Reed then also confessed that he had spent six months in juvie as a minor. Reed next told me that he was a maintenance man at the local municipality where he lived. He further went on to mention that he lived in a trailer park and that although it was fairly small, it was, nevertheless, comfortable.

A while later, when Reed spoke again, his tone took on an authoritative demeanour. “I expect you to earn your keep while living with me. I am a real slob and I am pleased that I’ve finally got someone to take care of my needs.”

I found his last sentence rather perplexing. Why hadn’t he rather said; ‘cook and clean?’ I thought to myself. In addition, there was something strange in his look as he kept glancing at me. I, naturally, realized that I was somewhat of a novelty to him, but I was sure I could detect salaciousness in his eyes. It was both disturbing and exciting to me but I kept reminding myself that he was, after all, my father.

Another aspect of our journey that concerned me was that Reed was a heavy smoker. Neither my mom nor I smoked and it worried me how I would now have to get used to being around a person who smoked as he did. The rest of our journey was punctuated by the general chitchat of becoming acquainted.

With a half an hour left to our destination, I decided to ask the question that had been on my mind all along. “Did you ever marry or have other kids?” I asked.

Answering the second part of my question first, he got a wry smile on his face and said, “No, paying for one kid was enough for me.”

Then, after a pause, he resumed, “I never got involved with a woman after your mom. Truthfully, I lost my appetite for women after my relationship with your mother.”

Alarm bells now went off in my head. Sure, if I had met Reed as a complete stranger, I would have happily let him fuck the hell out of me. The thought, however, that he was my dad, put an entirely different complexion on matters. I reassuringly told myself that I simply had an overactive imagination.

Reed’s trailer was not only small but looked like a pigsty. Full ashtrays, beer bottles, and dirty clothes were scattered all about, and a mountain of dirty dishes was also in evidence.

With an impish grin, he said, “It looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you, Tully.”

I simply shrugged in reply. Reed then ordered two pizzas from a takeaway before taking me on the ‘grand tour.’

Apart from the living area, there was one bedroom and a separate bathroom and toilet. The small wardrobe in the bedroom had hardly any clothing in it, so my scant collection of clothing would easily fit. I was also categorically informed that we would be sharing the large queen-sized bed.

“I’m very happy to sleep on the floor,” I courteously suggested.

“No, that won’t work, and besides I don’t have any additional bedding,” Reed resolutely informed me, before resuming, “There are coins in that jar over there, once a month you need to wash the bedding at the local laundry in the complex, understood?”

I simply did not reply to this, stunned by the infrequency of the of his laundry regimen.

Next, after Reed had stripped and was only wearing his underpants, he retrieved two beers from the fridge. “During the week, you may only have one beer a day,” he then concluded with an impish wink, “On the weekend, however, that’s negotiable,” he said with a snort.

Reed had a muscular lithe body that hadn’t been toned in a gym but clearly formed by hard labour. Although he had a couple of non-noteworthy tattoos, he was unmistakably a real alpha male.

After our pizzas were delivered we consumed them. As we did so he said, “I’ve taken the day off from work tomorrow to get you settled into your new school. There’s a bus that will collect you from here and drop you off on a daily basis, thereafter, so have no worries on that score.”

After a while, he sternly continued, “I expect to see this place looking spick and span over the next few days. Are we clear on that?”

“Sure,” I replied, acquiescently.

Everything was beginning to feel like I was in a time warp and it was becoming totally disorientating to me. Was I going to be a fuckin’ sex slave to my father? I thought to myself.

‘Am I overthinking this?’ I then pondered, as I tried to acclimatize to this new existence.

When bedtime finally arrived, my heart began racing. After we moved through to the bedroom, Reed unceremoniously removed his underpants and blatantly stood looking at me, as if to say, check me out, bitch.

As I was about to get into bed with my underpants on, he growled, “Jesus, Tully, stop acting like a fuckin’ sissy. Real men sleep naked.”

Sheepishly, I removed my jockeys as I faced away from him, before surreptitiously sliding into the bed. Facing away from Reed I now curled up into a foetal position. My body was shivering as I nervously did so.

I could feel Reed moving in close to me before he asked, “Tell me about juvie?”

“What… what do you want to know?” I nervously stammered.

“Well… you’re a really pretty boy. The senior boys must have been all over you like moths to a flame,” he uttered.

I did not answer. After a pause, he then persevered, “Tell me what they did to you?”

Again, I remained silent.

“Did they make you suck their dicks…? Eh? …Did they kiss you…? Huh? Did they fuck your arse…?” he intoned in a breathless and horny snarl.

After several seconds of silence from me, he placed his lips on my ear. Despite my misgivings, I felt an electrical surge pulse through my body.

“Did you like it you little bitch?” he asked, his voice thick with lust.

When I did not answer once more he bit my ear hard.

“Speak to me, boy,” he said after he bit on my ear, before resuming, “Huh, tell me if you liked it,” he snarled, before smacking my arse really hard.

“Did you get spanked, boy?” Reed then roared.

“Yes,” I replied, in a scarcely audible whisper with my heart excitedly thumping in my chest.

“Do you want the strap, boy?” Reed exacted in a grunting and totally animalistic tone.

I was so worked up at this point, that I was almost peeing myself and my backside was tingling with anticipation as it craved the ‘agony’ I prayed would follow.

“Yes, please… beat my arse,” I pleaded in a garbled manner because my throat was totally constricted by my eagerness.

Reed chuckled as he got off the bed and retrieved a very thick old belt from the cupboard. As I watched him I practically commenced salivating.

As he went about his business, Reed pronounced, “Well, it feels like Santa, The Easter Bunny, and The Tooth Fairy have just arrived together in my trailer simultaneously.

“When your mother first called me I have to admit that I wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit. As she mentioned the juvie thing, however, I was instantly hooked.”

A swishing sound now followed as the belt set about its business. The pain was completely intoxicating and as a blow, after blow, landed on my backside, I bleated like an S & M acolyte in a state of complete ecstasy.

“Yeah… yelp you fuckin’ little whore. I knew you would arrive well-primed after juvie. This trailer is soundproof, so you can scream as much as you like… and I love a noisy bitch,” he grunted as he laid into my backside. My arse was now on fire and I was in a state of total elation.

Next, Reed pounced on me and commenced sliding his cock into my crack vigorously. “Let’s see how well those arseholes in juvie taught you.”

As he swiftly entered my backside he growled, “Ooooh, this fuckin’ hole is still nice and tight. Aaaah, fuuuck, this feels fuckin’ awesome.”

In the previous few months my arse had been well-used and his entry, although hard, was not too painful despite his larger endowment. Reed did not pause and shortly my backside was being pummelled.

Reed was extremely vocal and never ceased his incessant barrage of horny banter. Between expletives and blasphemous grumblings, his febrile mouth tantalized my neck and ears. This was a far cry from the inept young ‘persecutors’ of my juvenile incarceration.

“Mmm… oh, fuck… aah, aaah, oh fuck yes, this hole of yours needs a lot of hard labour,” he intoned as he began spitting on my face.

By now Reed’s hips were going totally ballistic as hammered my backside in a berserk fashion. I had to serious brace my arms as my hands pushed against the headboard frantically, in order to avoid any concussion.

“Are you enjoying your role as my; ‘wifey?’” he then bellowed in a mocking and lustful tone, literally screaming his last word.

Now fully in the swing of things, I began intoning my own litany ‘distressed’ sounds, further inflaming his manic machinations. We were totally in sync as we thrashed ever onward towards orgasmic oblivion.

Much as I loved being fucked senseless, I did, nonetheless, have the disturbing feeling that he was actually my dad. It was just fuckin’ weird.

“Jesus, I’ve got a shitload of cum that I’m going to pump into you, boy,” he finally roared, as his body began shuddering above me before seeding my arse.

“Yeah… fuck, fuck, fuck,” he commenced chanting over and over again, as his dick pumped squirt after squirt of his seed into pulverized arse.

As he remained on top of me afterward, he growled, “By tomorrow morning your throat and arse will have been completely conditioned to my needs.”

That night Reed proved his point conclusively.

Over the following few days, I discovered that Reed had an unbelievable sexual appetite. I was incessantly fucked all over the place, with both my face and my backside in constant demand. From the time he arrived home in the afternoon by body was annexed and used ceaselessly. His verbal rants became like an elixir to me and I played to his whims as I crooned, whimpered, and whined submissively. Reed never went overboard with his discipline. The belt was always in attendance and was used liberally but his cock, however, did most of the talking. Reed’s paws were always contorting me into every position imaginable as his hyperactive hips thrust my face and arse relentlessly.

Although I knew that Reed was very pleased with the way I cleaned and tidied his home, he nevertheless, always found fault. I knew that this was part of his modus operandi because the strap had to be ‘realistically’ introduced to our sexual interplay. He would also often fuck me as I tidied and cleaned, issuing instructions about how tardy I was becoming. This, being part of his repertoire, I happily played along by protesting and whining like a traumatized wench as he berated me for my ‘ineptitude.’

On one of our few quiet evenings, Reed surprised me by talking about his past. He then related a story about an old buddy named Roy. They had grown up together and remained friends after Reed had become involved with my mother. By that time, Roy was betrothed to his future wife and a few years later, they married they had two kids. Apparently, Roy’s marriage was very strained because he was in the unfortunate position of being very profitably employed by his father-in-law. Roy’s girlfriend and later wife was a wealthy socialite and loved travelling abroad.

This being the case, Reed, Roy, and my mom, spent a lot of time together. From Reed’s revelation, it sounded like the three of them enjoyed very special ‘relationship.’

Reed then dropped the bombshell. “After your mom became pregnant, I actually believed that you were Roy’s kid,” he said with a rueful smile.

“Why?” I asked.

He simply shrugged in a reflective manner, he then looked at me for a short while before concluding, “At the end of the day, you were suddenly on the way and our happy threesome came to an end.”

After a few thoughtful moments, he smiled and then reassuringly said, “In any case, here you are and I couldn’t be any happier,” he stressed in a caring manner.

These words had a very compelling effect on me. From the time I had met Reed, I had never recognized a single thing that would convince me that he was my dad. We were simply a universe apart in looks. In fact, there wasn’t a single feature about him that could vaguely be likened to any part of my physique. I still had unanswered questions but decided to; ‘let sleeping dogs lie’ for the time being.

As fate would have it, the following week a local crime lab visited our school. They were on an employment recruitment drive to introduce us to the ‘wonders’ of medical science. When they asked for volunteers to contribute blood, I immediately offered my services. They further required that I ask one of my parents if I could take a sample of blood from them in order to illustrate the wonders of DNA.

After explaining this to Reed he got a wry look on his face. Reed and I had a meeting of the minds on this matter. It was as we both wanted to rule out any doubt about his possible paternity.

Naturally, I had no intention of telling the DNA team that the sample I was submitting belonged to Reed. I simply concocted a story that my dad was shit scared of needles, instead of telling them that our neighbour who was less of a sissy than my father had offered to do so. The ploy worked wonderfully.

The following day when they had performed their task, the verdict was delivered: “You’ll be pleased to know that your neighbour is not your father,” I was informed. Of course, this drew a round of hearty applause in our classroom.

Upon his arrival home that night I gave Reed the result of the DNA test. I was really worried about the outcome of what had transpired that day.

With a reassuring smile, however, Reed responded, “Tully, I’ve always known that you weren’t my son. When you were conceived I was away on an eight-week contract. Once it was announced that your conception date was in the middle of my absence, your mom, Roy and I, all knew the score.”

Reed then paused briefly, before resuming. “To cut a long story short, we came to an amicable arrangement. You mom wasn’t really in love with Roy and so his exodus from her life was no big deal. She was determined not to have an abortion and wholeheartedly accepted that she was going to have a baby. With Roy about to embark on his stellar career and he simply couldn’t afford any drama in his life. From that time Roy has paid alimony to me, which has always been redirected to your mother’s bank account.”

“Roy is now a congressman and he his life is what it is. I am sure that he strongly regrets losing you in his life, but things are what they are. You mother has also found happiness and deserves her new life,” Reed concluded.

“Please think things over very carefully. Needless to say, it’s your choice if you want to stay with me after all that has just been revealed to you.”

After sipping on his beer, Reed added, “I really hope that you don’t upset the apple cart for all concerned, but that’s your choice.”

I was stunned and simple sat processing all the information I had just been given. I figured that being a spiteful brat would achieve nothing. My mother was happy, Roy was happy… and truthfully, I had never been happier in my life.

Before I could even respond Reed resumed, “The monthly payment from Roy will from now on be paid into your bank account.”

“But… I need to pay my way,” I blurted.

With a mischievous look, he replied, “There is no need for that. I’m perfectly satisfied with the way you’re earning your keep.”

In answer and with an impish look of my face I answered, “Then I guess you’re stuck with me Master Reed.”

“I’m glad to hear that, buddy. Really glad,” Reed said with a relieved and lustful look on his face. In a husky manner Reed then added, “I am really pleased that we are both, ‘roughly’ compatible.”

Next, after a brief pause, he added, now that you have settled in, I think it’s time for you to meet a few of my buddies.” Then, after a throaty growl, he concluded, “I am sure you are going to like them a lot, and I know they are going to fuckin’ love you. Do you think you are man enough for that?”

“Bring it on,” I answered with bravado.

Reed then embraced me and commenced kissing me passionately. As our lips parted he had a horny look on his face. “I must inform you, however, that you are in arrears at this point.”

After a good laugh we entered the bedroom and as we did so Reed retrieved his belt from the cupboard. Excitedly I instantly lay face down on the bed anticipating the divine agony that would follow.

Next, I heard a wonderful swishing sound.

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The doorbell startled me. It was late, I was almost ready to turn in, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. I checked the door camera, and frowned in surprise. Unlocking the door, I smiled. “Mike Charters, good grief, what brings you here? And at this time of night!”

“Hello, Skip.” He smiled, fidgeting nervously with his rucksack at his feet. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.” I stepped back. “What on earth brings you here?”

Passing me, he dropped the bag and turned as I shut the door to my apartment and locked it. “Um, you do, actually.”

“Me?” I indicated the livingroom. “Go on in. You look as if you could use something to drink and some food.” I paused. “What do you mean, I brought you here?”

Dropping the rucksack, he turned to face me, a strange expression on his face. “This is what I mean.”

He stepped close, his arms wrapping round my waist as his lips sought mine. Clumsily, he planted his kiss on my mouth. After a moments surprised hesitation, I responded, my arms slipping round his waist, drawing him closer and feeling his hard arousal as my lips returned his kiss. “I think we’d better discuss this properly, don’t you?”

Sighing, he whispered, “I love you, Skip. I’ve spent the last three years dreaming of this, and the last six months trying to find you. Will you let me stay with you? Let me show you how much you mean to me? I cried for weeks after you left the troop — and then you were gone from the city as well.” He gulped. “I went round to your flat, but you were gone, and no one knew where you’d moved to.”

I gave him a lingering kiss, my own desire welling up as I felt his pressed against my crotch. Good grief, I’d been forced to leave my post as a scoutmaster when someone had ‘outed’ me as Gay, and then sent photos of me in my fetish gear at a club gathering to my employer and the scout organisation. Of course it had hit the papers, and they’d had a field day, despite the fact I’d never laid a finger on any of the boys in my care, nor, despite recognising the signs in two or three of them, had any intention of doing so. And now here was Michael, of age, evidently having left his own home, telling me he’d been looking for me ever since I’d left our home town.

“No, I didn’t tell anyone where I was going for a damned good reason, Michael. You probably heard some of the things people were saying about me. I didn’t want any of that to follow me.” Gently I held him. “How’d you find me?”

He grinned. “If I tell you, can I stay?”

I laughed, remembering the mischievous kid who’d always somehow managed to be the patient if we needed a demonstration model in first aid. The shy one of the pair of twins, the one whose mischievous streak was always just beneath the surface in any games. “You can stay whether you tell me or not. Now, maybe we better have something to drink, and you better have something to eat while we talk. Then we better see about sleeping arrangements.”

Grinding his hard on against mine, he nibbled my ear. “I hope you mean to take me to your bed and have your wicked way with me before we sleep!”

“First, we have a drink, you get something to eat — besides that — and we have a talk,” I said. “And you’re going to tell me where your family is, why — besides what you’ve already said — you’re here.” Hugging him gently, I continued, “You’re running away from them, aren’t you?”

Resting his head on my shoulder, he sighed. “Yes. But it’s a long, long story.”

“We’ve plenty of time. Sit down, and I’ll get you something to eat. Then we can talk.”

Releasing me reluctantly he nodded. “Okay.”

“Won’t be long.” I ducked into the kitchen and quickly grabbed a couple of beers, then cut some bread and made a sandwich. Putting everything onto a tray, I carried it back to where he sat, perched on the edge of the sofa and looking nervous. “Here you go. Now we can talk.”

It was a long story, first his father had committed suicide and he’d come home to find him dead. Then, a year later, he’d “come out” to his twin, David, and that had sparked a family upset. It had also seen him kicked out of the scouts, but his twin had left in protest as well. Then with school now complete, he’d had to consider his future. University was now out of the question — his father’s suicide had been triggered by financial problems — and his interest in ‘normal’ work was almost zero. 

“So how did you find me?” I asked. “I did my best to get right away and to cut all ties with everything and everyone back in the Bay.”

“It was tough, but I figured somebody must know. Then I thought of checking the voter rolls.” He grinned. “And I found someone in the council that, um, wanted some, um, fun and could access the private rolls nationally.” He looked down. “He gave me some suggestions and tracked down your forwarding address. After that, I checked the phone books and …”

“Was he rough?” I asked gently.

“Yeah. A bit. He liked threesomes, so I got kebabed a lot.” Meeting my eye, he held it. “But it was worth it. I’ve found you.” He grimaced. “And I’d do it again if I had to. It was worth every fucking he wanted.”

Slowly I nodded. “You did, and you needn’t do it again unless you really want to. But, have you thought about the fact I might already have a steady partner? Or that we might not suit each other?” I saw the alarm in his face and reached for his hand. “I haven’t, but there’s a whole lot you don’t know about me, Mike, and you might not be happy with it when you do know.”

Damn, the youngster looked on the verge of tears. His face pale, he stared at me.

Standing, I said, “Come with me, it’s easier if I just show you something.” Leading him to the spare bedroom, I unlocked it and pushed the door open. “This is why I had to leave Bayport. A lot of folk there really didn’t like knowing that they had a Gay Rubber Bondage fetishist living in their midst.”

Staring at my rack of latex gear, then at the variety of restraints, harnesses, hoods and other items suspended from hooks, or hangers, and the rubber restraint table, the sling and the sets of stocks, he gasped. “Oh wow.” He let out a sigh, and turned to me, his hand seeking mine. “You never wondered why I always wanted to be the demo patient in First Aid? You thought this might scare me off?” His arms were round me before I could move, his mouth seeking mine. “I love you, Skip, and now I know we were meant to be together!”

Returning his kiss, I held him in my arms. “Well, you better count on wearing a lot of that sometimes. Now, two things. First, I haven’t been “Skip” for a very long time. My name’s Pat and I want you to use it. Got it? Second, it’s late, I have to work tomorrow, and I think we’re both going to want to do something about being horny before we sleep, so …”

“Yes, Sk … Pat.” His hand found my crotch. “Mmmmm, now that feels like something I want …”

“Warning.” I grinned. “It’s a little on the large side. Too large for a lot of folk.”

“But not for me!” His face fell a little. “Um, I’m a little …”

“That’s not what counts, Mike.” My mouth covered his. “Loving one another is the important thing.” I hesitated. “I always found you attractive, you know. I think this can work. Now, this way, and let’s see about satisfying that urge.” I peeled his shirt and he reached for my belt. “Just take it as it comes, okay? One step at a time.”

He stepped out of his cargo pants, the tent in his briefs crowned by a wet spot. “Oh god, I’ve waited for this for soooo long.”

Reaching for his briefs I pushed them down to reveal his nicely formed cut cock. Just over six inches by the look of it, and beautifully shaped. “Nice, I like what I’m seeing,” I said, and kissed him. “Just don’t expect too much this first time … it’s always a little, um, quick, okay?”

He pushed my jock strap down, releasing my nine inch monster. Slack, it is almost puny, but it swells and expands into something else. “Oh wow!” He stared. “You shave your crotch? I love it!” 

Dropping to his knees, his mouth engulfed my glans before I could stop him. I had to pull myself away or I’d have shot my load instantly. “Into bed, Mike. I’m loaded, and so are you. I don’t want this to be a solo effort!”

Unsteadily he stood, and immediately wrapped me in his arms. “Sk … Pat, I want this to be so special, but I’m afraid I’ll spoil it as soon as you touch me.”

“Don’t be silly, Mike.” I kissed him. “I’ve got the same problem. So here’s what we’ll do. We get on the bed, and go sixty-nine. No messing about, straight into position, we take each other straight into our mouths, and, enjoy.” My mouth covered his and my tongue explored his. “Ready, lover?”

“You bet,” he whispered. “Let’s do it.”

Carefully I positioned him, then took my place. “Now, Mike, fill my mouth with this gorgeous cock!”

He obliged, engulfing mine with his mouth. He held out on me for perhaps a minute, then his spunk was shooting into my throat. I let myself go, and shot my load into his about thirty seconds later. When he made to withdraw, I pulled him closer and held his cock in my mouth, sucking, teasing and enjoying the spasms as his balls tried to discharge more. His spunk tasted good, and he was quick to catch on, doing to me what I was doing to him.

Ten minutes or so later, he was hard again, and so was I. Now we really got to work, and Mike demonstrated that he really knew what he was doing. The second dose of his cum was every bit as good as the first, and I let fly with my own. Exhausted now, we finally parted, satisfied, for the moment, to simply spoon and drag the duvet over our naked bodies. Twisting round, Mike tried to kiss, so I moved to let him lie in the crook of my arm where we could, and I could play with his nipples.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “I can’t tell you how often I’ve dreamed of this.”

Kissing him on the forehead, I replied, “Thank you for looking for me, Mike.” Our mouths met in a long kiss. “And thanks for sharing this with me.”

I woke early, confused to feel a warm body pressed to mine, an arm across my chest and a leg over mine. Then I remembered, and my cock hardened. Mike’s head rested against my shoulder on the pillow, still fast asleep, his breathing deep and slow. Thankfully, it being Sunday, there was no rush to get showered, fed and off to open the shop. I always opened late of a Sunday, and today it might be even later. In the early light I studied his sleeping face, the worry he’d shown when I opened the door gone. Asleep he looked exactly like the kid I remembered from three years earlier. Innocent, shy, vulnerable, yet somehow strong. Gently I slipped my own arm over him, and moved my leg to make him more comfortable.

He stirred, then snuggled closer, releasing a contented sigh. For a while I stared at the ceiling, trying to work out how we would handle this, admitting I liked it, even wanted it, but wondering if I could handle the complications it would bring. And I still didn’t know what the situation with his family would be once they learned I was his lover. He stirred again, his hips shifting position, and his erection making contact with my thigh. Another sigh escaped him, and his eyes fluttered open.

“Morning, lover,” I whispered. “Want to try round three?”

Wriggling over me, he pressed his erection to mine and grinned as he lowered his chest to mine, spread his legs either side of mine and his arms beneath me. “I think I’m dead. I must be, because I’m in your bed, in your arms, and you want to make love with me. So this must be heaven!” Our mouths met and locked in a deep kiss. “Any time you want, Pat. Any time you want.”

Gripping his butt cheeks, I pulled him firmly against me. “What do you fancy this morning? Same as last night?”

He giggled. “Yes, please.”

“Okay, but first I’m going to enjoy getting you nicely worked up. Ever worn a full hood?”

Giggling now, he grinned, “No, but I think I’m about to!”

I laughed, pulling a hood I often used on myself out of the nightstand. It was a full face job, the only openings being the mouth and small openings for breathing. It was tight on me, with a rear zipper that ensured it stayed put. “You got that right!”

Reaching up I fitted it to his face, positioning it carefully, then tucked his hair in and carefully closed the zip.

“Wow!” he murmured. “This is intense.”

“Can you breath okay?”

“You bet. Oh wow. What now?”

“Now you roll over and lie on your back so you can suck my cock and I can suck yours.” I hesitated, then decided. Picking up the small padlock, I fitted it to the zip slider. “The hood is now locked. It stays on until I unlock it. You okay with that?”

His hand explored the locked zipper. A grin spread on his face. “Yes, sir. I like it, sir.”

I smiled as he positioned himself. I knew now that we were meant for each other. “I’m going to shave your crotch now, Mike. If you’re going to be my lover, no hair from nipples to crotch. You want that?”

He nodded. “Yes, please. I was going to do it later so I could be the same as you. Please do it …”

“Okay. First I’m going to chain you to the bed, then I’ll use a trimmer, and then we’ll deal with the stubble. Stay exactly where you are while I fetch the restraints.”

He smiled. “Yes, sir.”

Slipping off the bed, I reached under it and pulled out the set of spread-eagle restraints I kept fitted. The thick rubber cuffs secured his wrists to the bedposts at the head, and then his ankles were secured to the foot. “Here we go then, first the trimmer.”

He didn’t have a big ‘bush’ but it was quite thick. The trimmer took it down to a quarter inch or less, then I got out the Lady Shaver, and took it all the way down to skin. For the feel of it, I ran this over his abdomen from nipples to crotch, paying special attention to the perineum and round his butt hole. Then I coated the whole area with a special hair suppressant I got from a website abroad — and which really worked!

His cock leaked precum as I admired my handiwork and he moaned softly, biting his lip as I fondled his balls. Settling myself next to him, I whispered, “How’s it feel to be hairless and helpless, Mike? Do you trust me never to hurt you?”

Turning his face toward me, he tried to find my mouth for a kiss. Frustrated, he said, “Pat, I love you. I’ve wanted to be your lover since I first saw you at the scouts. I hope you like me without my hair down there, because I love the feeling.” He sighed. “And I hope you plan to use more of these toys on me.”

“Count on it.” I gave him the deep and prolonged kiss he wanted. “And now, let’s see if we can get a rerun of last night like this.”

Kneeling astride his head, I let him take my cock in his mouth, then lowered my face until I could enjoy his. Once again, he shot his load almost as soon as I started, but I kept working on him until he hardened up again and I could really give him a work over. 

When we had both enjoyed first and seconds, I spent some time gradually letting him wind down with kisses, cuddles and caresses while still fully restrained. Then my bladder reminded me that I had other needs, and so did Mike. Releasing his wrists and ankles, I steered him to the toilet, then held him close while he relieved himself.

“I like this feeling, Pat. No, I love having you in total control of me.”

Kissing his shoulder, I chuckled. “Good, because the hood is staying on for now!”

Coffee and breakfast was fun, especially as I fitted him with arm restraints and kept him naked while I prepared it. Then left him restrained while I fed him, extracting kisses for each mouth full. We were both giggling like girls when I finally removed the hood, released the rest and led him to the bathroom.

“Shower time, and then we really have to talk about the future! And I have a shop to open!”

“Do we? I know what my future really wants to look like — you!”

“All the more reason we really need to discuss it then.” I kissed him as I shed my shorts. As ever, when left unrestrained by the tight jocks I favour for control, my cock was dangling at almost full length. It can be a major hindrance normally, but when you are in the company of a sexy partner who can’t get enough of it … Well, I sat on the toilet seat while he gave me a wonderful blowjob. Then we showered. Together, of course.

Finally, dressed and settled in the living room with fresh cups of coffee and some music on the hifi, I waited for Mike to settle comfortably in a chair opposite. “Time to make a few decisions, I think, Mike. First of all though, better tell me what the situation is between you and the rest of the family.”

“Not a lot to tell, really. David thinks I’m doing the right thing, Geoff doesn’t and my Mum is too wrapped up in her own problems.” He gestured. “David knows I was going to look for you. He said, if I found you, to let him know, and to wish you well.”

“Am I likely to find David on the doorstep when you do tell him?” I had vague memories of David also being inclined to Gaydom. 

Mike grinned. “No. He’s into girls — mostly — and won’t try to come between us, though he had a crush on you for a while. And Geoff’s just too busy trying to get his life together to be bothered. I said I’d help him if I could with supporting Mum, but he reckoned I wouldn’t need to. He said a bit more as well. Mostly personal, but then he’s got a few of his own issues to deal with.” Meeting my eye, he nodded. “So, number one, is I don’t want to freeload. I need a job, and I’ll find one, but, most important to me, can I be your lover? Can I stay with you?”This was what had been troubling me. I run my own business. I’d started small, selling boats and assessors out of a catalogue. It had been damned tough the first year, but I’d been lucky enough to have unexpectedly inherited a small property from an uncle, the sale of which gave me the capital I needed to set up my business. I’d now got to the point where I had a small showroom, a share in a boat builder, and was turning a small profit. I’d been thinking about hiring an extra pair of hands in the shop/showroom, but couldn’t afford to pay more than the minimum wage — and I knew no one could actually afford a flat, let alone live on that. Mike might be the answer to that problem! 

I explained this to him. “Look, I don’t want to take advantage of you, but if you’d like to take it on temporarily — until we can see how it works for us both — you can look around and find something better while you’re at it.” I grinned. “And you won’t have to look for a place to stay either, because you’ve got one — if you can put up with a sex mad bondage freak as a flatmate.”

For a moment he didn’t move. Then he burst into tears and flung himself at my feet, his arms gripping my legs, his face against my thigh. “Oh, Pat ….” he sobbed. “It’s more than I dreamed — hoped —- wished … I’d work for you for nothing if it means I can stay with you.” He smiled through the tears. “As for living with a sex mad bondage freak — lead me to it.”

“Mike, take it easy,” I said, stroking his head and wiping the tears. The shop was going to have to remain closed this Sunday. Not that it got much business on a Sunday at this time of the year anyway. “I’m not as nice as you seem to think. I can be pretty damned selfish and mean as well. Dry the tears, I’m not even sure if I’m just being selfish in wanting to keep you in my life. There are going to be problems — we will still have to keep a low profile about our relationship. There are a lot of people in this town as bad or worse than in Bayport! But, if you can live with it, so can I.”

He stared into my eyes for a moment, then nodded. “I can do whatever it takes. I told you, I love you.”

I had to stop and think. I’d given it a lot of thought before he had woken up. “I know that, Mike, and I think I feel the same way. Now you’re here, and we’ve made love, and slept together in the same bed, I somehow can’t imagine — don’t want to think about — having to not share my bed with you. I want it to be OUR bed, OUR playroom and OUR home …”

Tears of joy and laughter mingled in his face as he pulled himself into my lap, and our mouths met. “Oh Pat, I want to make you so happy. I don’t care about anything else. I want to be your lover, your helper …”

“Stop, Mike. We’ll work on this together. Don’t set yourself goals that may not be realistic. We’ll take it one step at a time. For now, let’s just work on how we’re going to arrange ourselves here in the flat, how we’ll share ourselves. Tomorrow we can sort out tomorrow’s stuff, okay?”

Moving to the sofa, I held him as he talked. I encouraged him by asking questions at intervals to expand on his story. It was appalling in one sense, fascinating in another, and heartwarming that he was sharing it with me. We continued as we put together a delicious lunch, and through it.  As we cleared the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, he said, “Thanks for listening to me, Pat. Ever since Dad killed himself, I haven’t been able to talk about it. I tried to tell David, but that came out all wrong and ended up me telling him I was Gay and spoiling our relationship.”

“But didn’t you say he was Bi?”

“Yes, but he doesn’t like to admit it. Mum went to pieces, and Geoff … we had a punch up. Now we both regret it, but don’t talk much …”

Slipping an arm around his waist, I said, “No worries. Now you have me, and I needed to hear this, just as much as you needed to talk about it.” Giving him a hug, I released him and made some coffee. “Right, now let’s talk about the job I’m offering you.”

The afternoon slipped by as we sat on the sofa and talked. It was late afternoon by the time I asked if he wanted to unpack his things and put them in my closet and whether he had anything besides what was in his rucksack.

“Yeah, there’s some stuff in a storage container back in Bayport. I’ll have to go there and collect it before the rent runs out.”

I thought about it. “Okay, I reckon we can sort that out. If you fly down, you can hire a car or van to bring it back up, or pack it for delivery, and fly back.”

He coloured up. “It’d have to be the latter, but I don’t have the money for that.”

Missing the implication that he didn’t drive, I nodded. “No problem. I think I can stump for it.” Finishing moving stuff out of the shelves, I stepped back. “Put your stuff in here. There should be enough room now.”

“Pat, there’s more than enough space for a few teeshirts, a spare pair of jeans and my briefs!” Shoving his things into the space, he said, “I’ll need to buy a few things for work. I don’t want my new employer to chuck me out for being badly dressed.”

“I doubt he would.” I grinned. “I suspect I may have to take you in hand though and make sure you aren’t too well dressed — it might make you far too distracting.”

Laughing, we hugged and then kissed. One kiss led to another, and soon we were both hardening.

“Oh Pat,” he sighed. “My dreams over the last few years are all coming true.” Pausing, he whispered, “Will you do something special for me?”

“If I can, my dear. What do you want?”

“Will you let me wear one of your rubber suits, and then do to me what you did this morning — but with you rubbered up as well?”

Holding him close, our erections pressed against one another, I smiled. “Of course, my darling. Strip off and let’s get dressed.” I kissed him. “There is a strict rule for the dungeon. No one enters it wearing any normal clothing, got it?”

“Yes, sir!”

I let him choose the suit he wanted to wear, and wasn’t surprised when he picked out my heavy latex full body bondage suit. We’re about the same height, but he’s a little broader in the chest and shoulders, and his thighs are touch firmer. It was difficult getting it on him, and a slight struggle to get the rear zip closed. I was glad I’d splurged on it though, and paid extra for a thicker, more elastic grade of latex, with reinforced anchor points, and straps to take the strain off the zip. I left the codpiece off, leaving his erection and balls exposed through the reinforced opening and the crotch, and once I’d secured his arms properly, pointed out that a similar opening framed his butt hole.

“I know, and I hope someone will use it when he wants too,” he retorted. “I just hope I can handle it!”

“One thing at a time, Slave!” I reached for a muzzle gag head harness. “No more talking while I get dressed.”

“Mmf!” he grunted as I secured the head harness.

“Mmm, I like this look. I think we should do it often from now on.” Easing myself into my favourite catsuit with care, I smoothed the latex into place and flexed my arms and legs to get it properly into settled. Then I added a half mask hood, and turned to face my restrained lover. “Ready, Slave? Like it?”

To my delight, he nodded. Then dropped to one knee, and pushed his muzzled face to my erection. 

Reaching down I drew him up, and steered him to the door. “Yes, my lovely slave. In the living room. Then I can enjoy you while you have what you want.”

With all our earlier sex, both of us were a long time building up to ejaculation and it was fabulous. Mike worked my cock in ways I had previously only fantasised about. It was a long time before we released each other’s now slack cocks and I moved round to kiss and cuddle him. 

“Satisfied, my love?”

He let out a long sigh. “Satisfied? More than that, Pat. I love it, and I love you and what you do to me. It’s fabulous. I want to do this with you again and again. Can I stay like this for a bit longer? Until we go to bed maybe?”

I laughed and kissed him. “As long as you want to, Mike. Guess that means I’ll have to feed you supper later though.”

He grinned. “I guess. Do you mind?”

“Of course not, silly.” Removing my hood, I put it aside and kissed him long and deep again. “You really gave my cock a good work over. Where’d you learn to do that? Or shouldn’t I ask?”

“No, you’ve a right to know. I told you I’d had to give the guy in the council some fun? Well his buddy taught me. He was the rough and demanding one.”

I thought about it. “Well, I’m glad in one sense, but sorry you had to do that just to find me.” My fingers explored his face. “You really were determined to find me, weren’t you. Were you that certain I was the right person?”

Shifting his head slightly, he kissed my fingertips. “Yes. I told you, I knew you were the man for me right from when I first saw you.”

“But you were just a kid then! How could you know?”

Hesitating, he held my gaze. “You smelled right, you acted right, and you felt right whenever I could get to touch you, or get you to touch me. And then I saw you in your tight swimmers one day, and I knew exactly what I wanted.” He chuckled. “Boy, I sure as hell tried to get you ‘interested’ in having sex with me.” His face fell. “And then you were gone, and all the stories … Well, they just confirmed what I was already sure of — you were the man I wanted and I just had to find you.” In his restraints, he rolled toward me and managed to kiss my mouth. “Now I just need one more thing to make everything complete, and to prove to you that I mean it when I say I’ll do anything to stay your lover.”

“What’s that, Mike? You really don’t need to prove anything more to me …”

“No, Pat, Beloved, Skip … I need to prove this to myself. I need you to fuck me face to face, to push that gorgeous cock into my boy pussy and breed me like a woman. I need to feel you joined to me …”

Speechless for a moment, I searched for something to say. Then I gave up and just hugged him and kissed him. “I’m maybe too big, beloved. I could hurt you like that. And I’ve only ever tried it once, and the other guy hated it …”

“But, my darling Skip, I’m not the other guy, and I really do want it.” He squirmed free and lay back. “And now’s the perfect time. Take me, Pat, breed me. Let me feel that big beautiful tool stretch my pussy. Then I’ll know I’m totally yours.”

I surrendered. Besides I was hard as a rock again, and so was he. “Wait, I need to lube it, and you. Stay here.” 

I almost ran to the dungeon and grabbed the KY, lubing my cock as I returned, I applied a good dose to his hole having placed a cushion under his hips. “Ready, love?” 

“Ready, beloved. Fill me …”

Positioning myself carefully, I pressed my cock against his tight opening. Gently I increased the pressure until his muscle started to give. His eyes widened, his mouth formed a soundless “O”, and then I was sliding into him past the second muscle. He screwed his eyes shut and bit his lip as the widest part of my cock head entered, then let out a long, los hiss of breath as the thick shaft followed slowly. “Mmmmmmm, oooooooo, aaaaaaaaaaaah!”

I stopped, waiting as he squirmed, then settled again, now with his legs locked over my back.Two thirds of my cock still outside him. “Okay, beloved? Is it too much?”

“No,” he gasped. “It’s good, soooo good.” Grinning, he tightened his sphincter, gripping my cock. “Now I’m your wife, fuck me properly!”

“You’ve asked for it,” I said in response, and pushed the rest of my cock inside him.

“Ooooooooh! Oh fuck!” He exclaimed as his own cock erupted shooting spunk over his restrained arms, some hitting his face. His eyes widened. “Oh my god … Ooh! Fuck me, please, fuck me hard, this is amazing. That feels sooooo fantastic …”

Slowly I began to pump his butt, accompanied by his moans, pleadings, gasps and enjoyment as my cock slipped back and forth. It took me a while — my balls had already been emptied more times in twenty-four hours than in the last week — but eventually I came, thrusting myself deep, I shuddered as my cum ejected into him. 

Exhausted now, we lay locked together for a long time until my now shrivelling cock slipped out of him.

When we’d both recovered, he rolled toward me and whispered, “Thank you. From now on that is for you, and you only! No one can ever come close …”

I kissed him. 

Ushering Mike into my small shop/showroom I admired his ass as he walked ahead of me dressed in a pair of my smart ‘business’ slacks, and a shirt over a plain tee, a pair of loafers on his feet. “This is it, Mike. I was thinking,” I laughed, “In between being distracted by a very sexy young man who has burst into my life — that I should let you handle the clothing, surf and wetsuits side, and I’ll focus on the boats, fittings and boating gear. Think you’d enjoy that?”

“Wetsuits? You want me to handle wetsuits? Got a chastity belt? Those things are how I got into fetish!” He laughed. “Sure. I worked for Central Surf in my holidays, and for an outfitters when I left school.”

“Brilliant. Right, you’ve a free hand then. Take a look at the layout. I don’t like to hold a lot of stock, especially of the expensive stuff, so I tend to use suppliers who can deliver orders within seventy-two hours, and keep just the display stuff with a small stock in the stockroom. Talk to me if you think we should change that.”

“Will do.” He looked around. “Looks good so far, where are the cleaning things? I’ll get started on that and how about some coffee?”

I pointed him to the store cupboard and where the coffee making gear was, then had to answer the telephone. By the time I’d dealt with the enquiry, he’d made a cup of coffee for me, and was well along with the cleaning and dusting.

“Mike, can I leave you to get on with that? I need to talk to my accountants and set up your pay and so on. Have you got a bank account?”

“Haven’t moved it here yet, but yes.” He gave me the details and his tax information.

“Thanks.” I grinned. “I’d give you a kiss, but we better keep it professional!”

He laughed, then pouted, but almost skipped away to where he was busy tidying some shelves and re-arranging the display of sailing gear. “Spoilsport!”

Not long afterward the first customer arrived. I left her to Mike, and made the call to the accountant, arranging for him to visit so I could go over the latest figures with him. In the meantime Mike had dealt with several more customers and was busily engaged with a pair of regular customers looking for replacement wetsuits. I knew both of them and suspected their interest in wetsuits was a little less ‘surf and swim’ and a lot more something else, but, hey, a sale is a sale!

The arrival of a ‘boat’ customer drew me away to the other end of the showroom to deal with him. The enquiry took a while to sort out, but brought with it a deal that would more than cover Mike’s first pay cheque. I returned to my ‘office’ — a desk near the entrance and the till — to find a grinning Mike waiting.

“Those two surfers,” he began.

I laughed. “Did they buy anything?”

“Yeah. Sold them a new Dolphin suit and a couple of accessories.” He picked up my empty cup, his grin wicked. “I doubt the suit will see much water.”

“Oh?” I feigned innocence. “Why not?”

“Could be that the guy who tried it on got a boner … but, I could be wrong, after all, I get a bit excited in suits like that, but I also surf.” He winked and we both burst out laughing. 

The day passed quickly, with enough customers trickling through to keep Mike busy while I dealt with the Accountant. We agreed a slightly higher salary for Mike than I’d originally thought I could pay. I also dealt with the dozens of little jobs I usually had no time for during the day and often spent hours on in the evenings. 

Mike bloomed. He lost the slightly nervous, almost fearful appearance he’d arrived on my doorstep with, and the shy uncertain teenager I’d known four years earlier vanished with it. By closing time He’d found a new confidence and seemed to be bursting with happiness.

“Enjoyed yourself, Mike?”

“Had a fab time. How’d we do?”

“Better than usual. Enough to make a small celebration and reward for someone I think.” I walked over to the rack of shirts. “Pick out two shirts for yourself, lover. My little thank you gift to you.”

“Two shirts …? Pat, you don’t need to …”

“Don’t argue, Slave, or you’ll spend the night in the dungeon!”

He laughed. “Damn, what an incentive! I absolutely refuse to choose two shirts, Master. You’ll have to put me in the dungeon and punish me!”

For a moment I hesitated, then laughed. “Minx. Right, you’ll be straight into the strictest gear I have as soon as we get home. Very well, take this shirt,” I picked out one, “and this one.” I handed them to him, then moved to the swimsuit section, opened the lowest drawer and picked out a tanga Speedo and from another drawer a low cut brief. “Ring these up to my Code, put them in a bag and let’s go. I’ve a slave to punish!”

Damn, he looked so good in the latex bondage suit, a shiny black statue of latex from head to toe. He gurgled through the tube gag holding his mouth open ready to receive my swollen manhood. Like him I was in head to toe latex, but mine was a tight catsuit, with cocksheath gloves and feet and my hood was a half-face style.

“In a moment, slave. Your Master doesn’t want to rush things, he wants to enjoy your torture.” I picked up a butt plug I sometimes liked to use on myself. “I’m going to insert this into that over excited pussy of yours, then I plan to do something about that naughty cock you can’t control.”

“Gurgh.”

“What’s that? You don’t want this nice big plug in your boyhole?” I laughed. “Perhaps you were hoping your Master would use his nice big cock on you instead?”

“Guh Huh!” He nodded.

“Maybe later. First the plug. Bend down and spread those legs.” He obeyed and I moved behind him. “Oh yes. We can’t have this left available, someone might make use of it.” I pressed the well lubed tip of the big plug to his opening, and pushed. It went home with surprising ease, accompanied by a grunt from my willing lover. Quickly I secured it to its anchor points. “Stand up and turn around.”

“Gurrr.” He moaned as he straightened up and the plug settled itself inside him. “Goooo!”

“Now your cock and balls must be put out of use. Your punishment for defying your master, slave. 

He stared at the shiny steel device I held in my hand. “Eeeeeh?”

“Yes, this will encase your cock and balls and prevent your access to them.” I opened the clamshell that would enclose his balls and fitted the moulded tube to his cock. It was too small for me, but just about right for him. Closing the clamshell over his balls, I secured the device to the front of the bondage suit. My companion was now a shiny black rubber statue with tiny silver erection and balls. I stepped back and admired him. “Yes, that should do it. On your knees, slave, your Master wants to face fuck you.”

He didn’t need a second invitation. He went down like a pro, and tried to line up my cock with the tube eagerly. I obliged by guiding my cock into the opening, then let him set to work. I had to work hard not to shoot my load. I made him work for it, and he did. Damn, he was good.

When I’d got my breath back, I found the rubber penis that fitted into the tube and gagged him, then led him to the living room and made him sit while I organised supper. I had plans for later, but needed to make sure everything was ready first — especially me. Damn, I hadn’t had this much sex in years!

“Phew,” he gasped as I removed the gag. “This is intense. Fuck it, Pat, I’m so fucking aroused!” He grinned as I fed him a sandwich. “You really know how to torture me. You dress me like a wet dream, dress like one yourself, and then get me so worked up …”

“Good, as long as you’re enjoying it, Mike.” I fed him more sandwich. “I’ve something special planned for later. Call it a reward for all your work today.”

With supper over, I put the empty dishes and glasses in the dishwasher, then got Mike to his feet again. “Back to your punishment, Slave.” Holding up the muzzle harness, I asked, “Any last words? Last requests?”

He grinned. “Yes, first, thank you for everything, especially this, and second, please kiss me, then do whatever you want.”

I smiled. “No need to say thanks, Mike. And for the second, my pleasure!” 

Our kiss lingered, then I fitted the muzzle.

Leading him to the bedroom, I got him onto the bed and on his back, with his ankles secured to the foot corners by the cuffs and chains I’d used before, then I arranged myself between his legs. “And now, Slave, your master is going to enjoy your cock in a very special way.”

Removing the chastity device was the easy bit. He was very aroused, and his cock coated in his precum. 

“Mmmm, delicious.” I licked it clean, taking care to cause no stimulation to his taut, swollen glans. Turning my attention to his balls, I sucked, nibbled and savoured them and the shaft of his cock. Judging by the moans and the writhing, he was enjoying it. But now I wanted to put my surprise reward into action. I just hoped he wouldn’t shoot his land immediately. I’d prepared things carefully, and now I applied lube to my hole, making sure I was well coated and my muscles ready, then I put some lube on his cock head — it was a special kind which desensitised as well — and straddled him. “Now, Slave. Your reward. Make sure you give your master a good dose of your spunk, he wants everything you’ve got.”

His eyes widened beneath the hood, and he let out a grunt as I grasped his cock and guided it to my opening. Slowly, carefully, I settled on him, steadying his cock as I pressed down, feeling his cock as it parted my sphincter. Steadying myself, I waited, holding his cock head between the inner and outer muscles, then sank further down letting him enter me fully as he thrust upward to meet me.

Placing my hands on his chest, I waited, letting my breathing slow, and enjoying his hardness inside me. “Yes, Mike? Have you ever fucked anyone before? Entered their boy hole like this?”

He shook his head.

“Like the feeling it gives?”

He nodded, and sighed.

Caressing his muzzled face I smiled. “Good, because there is no better feeling than to be joined to your lover in the most intimate way possible.” Raising myself slightly I let his cock slide a little way out of me, then sank down again slowly. Gently I increased the movement and the pace and he responded by thrusting upward as I descended and making every effort to keep himself as deep inside me as he could.

I sensed his ejaculation building and slowed the pace to prolong it, but all too soon his cum erupted signalled by his upward thrust and his gasps of ecstasy. Reaching behind me, I found his balls and fondled them, enjoying the feel of his cock inside me, and gripping it tightly with my sphincter. I smiled and reached down to remove the muzzle. “Thank you, Mike, you’ve no idea how much you’ve given me in the last two days.” I put a finger on his lips. “No, don’t say anything. You’re a gift. A real gift.”

His slack cock slipped out of me and I repositioned myself, cradling his head so I could kiss him. He twinkled up at me. “I think your slave needs to be given this punishment every night, Master.”

“Cheeky.” I kissed him. “Next you’ll be demanding I unplug you and give you a good fucking as well.”

“Ooooh! Threats!”

We were still laughing, teasing and joking as we tumbled into bed to sleep some two hours later. Our mouths met in a gentle kiss. “Good night, Mike, and thank you for coming into my life like this.”

He chuckled. “No, thank you.” His finger on my lips stopped my retort. “And you better give me another dose of your cock in my pussy sometime soon — I need reminding of how good it is regularly.” He giggled as we snuggled into position to sleep. “Way better than a plug.”  

 

It proved surprisingly easy to fall into a comfortable habit of sharing the flat, the walk to work, the day and all the little things that go with being alive. Even the use of our “dungeon” and the equipment in it. Mike was a fast learner, and we soon found new and interesting ways to enjoy ourselves in it. On the business side, things developed very well. Mike transformed the “surfer” section and it paid. Business increased steadily. Naturally we had slow days, but, by the half year there was no doubt business was up.

Early on I’d taken my lover to see a specialist shop I’d made a small investment in. Tony, the manager, had done us proud and Mike now had several tailor-made latex suits and other items for our regular games. The first wild passion had eased a little, and we now enjoyed having settled into a comfortable pattern. There was still plenty of sex, and some really intense sessions with our dungeon, but as we both agreed, you couldn’t live your fetish twenty-four-seven. 

We’d just finished supper and I was loading the dishwasher when the doorbell rang. Mike answered. From the kitchen I heard him exclaim, “Geoff? What brings you here? How’d you find me?”

I joined Mike. “Geoff, nice to see you. You look like you need a drink or something to eat. Come inside. Mike, don’t keep your brother standing there, show him in.”

He stepped inside with a wry smile and held out a hand. “So he found you. I’m glad.”

Accepting his hand, I shook it. “As you see. Quite the sleuth is Mike. Tracked me down very efficiently. Take a seat. What would you like? We’ve just eaten, but I’m sure we can whip you up something. What would you like to drink? Beer? Wine? Tea? Or something else?”

“Something to eat would be good, if it’s no trouble.” He glanced at Mike, hovering protectively between us. “And I’ll have whatever you’re having to drink.”

“Mike?” I looked my question.

“I’ll fix it. We’ve a baked Camenbert I can do, or a frozen lasagne? Sandwiches? Three beers?”

Geoff smiled gratefully. “The sandwich sounds good. I was on the road most of the day. And a beer will be great.” He hesitated. “And thanks, both of you.”

Smiling, I asked, “What for? Welcoming you in when you look just about done in? Why wouldn’t we invite you in at any time? Get those beers, Mike, Geoff looks like he needs one.”

Reluctantly, Mike obeyed, his suspicion obvious.

“Sorry to just arrive like this, Skip. It’s been sticking in my head for too long. It bothered me that I treated Mike really badly …”

“I’m Pat these days, I stopped being Skip years ago.” I laughed. “For, I think, obvious reasons. Despite all the rumours, I wasn’t going to infect any of you guys, and I just enjoyed the boating, teaching and sharing with you all. Sex I could get elsewhere. And did.”

“Yeah, I know, and so did most of the others. We knew you were Gay.” He grinned. “And a few of the guys wouldn’t have objected if you’d … but anyway, that isn’t why I came. I came to tell Mike I’m sorry, and that I hope he and you will be happy mainly. There’s a bit more, but I’ll wait for Mike.”

On cue, Mike arrived with three beers, and a plate of carefully made sandwiches. Having served his brother, he brought the other two beers over to where I sat on the sofa, handed me one, then very deliberately sat next to me taking care to be in body contact. “Okay, Geoff, you found us, and just so you know, yes we share a bed, yes we fuck and yes, we love each other.”

“I can see that.” Geoff’s smile was a touch wistful. “And I envy you. It’s taken me a long time to face this, if you must know, but I think it runs in the family, at least partly.”

I put an arm round Mike’s shoulders. “How do you mean?”

“You remember the way you were ‘outed’? And the photos that somehow got so much attention?”

“I’m not likely to forget.” I put my beer down and used the pressure of my arm to signal Mike to stay quiet as I felt him draw a breath to retort. “Someone want to do it to me again?”

Geoff shook his head. “No, but I know who did it, and now I know why. It was our Dad. He was like you, but married to try and ‘cure’ himself. It didn’t work, and he hated anyone who could have what he couldn’t. Oh, it was all hushed up after he … Well, he was having an affair with a guy who belonged to the club you went to. That’s how he got the photos.” 

“Bastard.” Mike was so wound up he felt like an overwound spring. “So all that shit about trouble with the firm was total bullshit?”

“Yeah. Mom wanted to protect us from the scandal if it got out that Dad was,” he paused, searching for the right word, “Gay.”

“So why did he kill himself? Just because he was — what did he call me? Oh yes, a “fucking poofter” himself?”

A pained expression crossed Geoff’s face. “No. Because the guy he’d been going with discovered what he’d done, broke up with him and told him he was going to expose their affair.”

“Fuck. Okay, well I guess I should feel sorry about that, but I don’t.”

“I do.” I felt it was time to intervene. I hugged Mike gently. “No, I do. If he hadn’t done what he did, I would not have been forced to find myself and build a new life here. I might not have had such a loving partner come looking for me, and making my life as good as it is. No, I am sorry things worked out that way for your Dad.”

For a moment they both looked at me in amazement. “You do?”

I nodded. “Look, there’s something you both should know. My father was also Gay, but, like yours, did everything he could to hide it. It drove him to drink. I escaped into just about any activity that got me out of home, and kept me out.” Watching Geoff carefully I continued, “Something you probably already know, is that being this way is at least partly genetic. Mike and I seem to have got the full load of that and probably a bit more through trying to cope with being such total man-lovers.” I hugged Mike as he snuggled closer. “Have you never fancied a guy? Admired a neat butt, wanted to explore his package more intimately?”

Geoff looked startled for a moment. Then he grinned. “Okay, you got me. I’m very happy with my wife, but sometimes …”

Mike laughed. “You? Fuck me, Geoff.” He laughed again. “I used to envy your tackle when you showed it off to me and Dave — and then you used to tease me …”

He blushed. “Yeah, I was a total shit. I know, sorry about that. Anyway, I had to find you to apologise to you, Pat, and to you, Mike, for being a total dickhead, and there’s a bit more. Mom’s remarrying, which means the estate Dad left will be divided up between the four of us.”

“I don’t want it.” Mike was adamant. His arm slipped round me. “I have everything I need.”

“Please think about it, Mike. Dave and I want you to have your share. I was a real shit to you after Dad … and anyway, you deserve it more than we do.”

“I’ll think about it.” 

Glancing at the clock, I asked, “Where are you staying, Geoff?”

“I booked into the Marine, down on the Esplanade.” He looked at his watch. “I suppose I better head back there. Can I see you guys tomorrow? Take you out for a meal?”

I looked at Mike. “Yes, we’d love that, Geoff. Would you like Mike to run you back to the hotel? Give you two a chance to be private at any rate.”

Geoff looked at his brother. “Would you? I got a taxi here, and was going to ask if you’d call one for me.”

Mike hesitated. He’d not long got his licence, and was still getting used to the fact I insisted it was “our” car, just as the flat was “ours” and my having made him officially a Partner in the business. He caught my smile. “Of course, Geoff.”

He was a long time away, evidently they’d had a lot to talk over, and I was reading on the sofa when he finally returned. Hanging up the keys, he walked to where I was seated, dropped to his knees, slid his hands up my thighs and then rested his head in my lap. “Thanks, Pat. Thank you …” 

Then he stood, walked to the bedroom and stripped while I put my book aside and prepared to follow. 

He met me at the door, the hood I’d first used on him in his hand. “Will you put this on me, please? Then restrain me and give me a dose of that beautiful tool of yours? Same way you fucked me that first time in the living room?”

Taking the hood, I met his look. “If that’s what you need my love?”

“I need it. I need to feel you breeding me, Pat. I really need it.”

I’m not one to argue in situations like this. It was fabulous from the start, his expert use of his sphincter to grip and hold me, his movements a counterpoise to mine as I thrust and withdrew, his own erection between us.

“Oooooh!” He moaned as his hot spunk erupted, spraying across his abdomen and chest. His legs strained against the chains as he tried to wrap them round me. He shuddered as I thrust myself fully inside him and shot my own load. “Mmmmmmm ….”

I studied the creamy spunk decorating his naked body, then very gently, and still embedded inside him, began to suck and lick the drops I could reach from him until, when my slackening cock slipped free, I was able to do it properly, making sure I got every drop of his ejaculation before enjoying his beautiful cock. Finally I eased myself onto him and kissed his hooded face and mouth, sharing the taste of his own cum. “Happy, my love?”

“Mmmmmm, thank you,” he whispered. “Promise me you’ll do it again as soon as you want to?”

“Any time you want me to, my darling.” Kissing him again, I asked, “Good talk with Geoff?”

“Yes. He pushed about the inheritance, but I said I’d think about it,” he told me easing into our favourite ‘spooned’ position with his butt against my crotch and my dick pressed into his crack.

My curiosity was piqued, but I held my peace. He’d tell me when he was ready. We drifted off to sleep wrapped in that warm post coital glow one can only get from really satisfying sex.

I woke to an empty bed and the smell of bacon and coffee. Slipping out of bed, I went in search of the source and found Mike, naked except for a pinafore apron cooking bacon and eggs. He smiled as I stood in the doorway, like him, naked. 

“Mmm, morning, beloved. And dressed to please!” 

He grinned. “Coffee is ready, take a seat just as you are, and I’ll bring it.”

“First I want my morning kiss!” I moved close, and our mouths met. “Now, just what are you up to this morning?”

He grinned. “Sit down, and I’ll tell you as I give you your breakfast.”

Puzzled, I did as he asked, surprised to find the table was laid just for one. “What’s this? Aren’t you eating?”

“Already ate, beloved. No, this is my special thank you for the way you handled me, Geoff and the whole thing last night.” He poured a cup of coffee and placed a plate of delicious bacon, eggs, tomatoes and toast in front of me. Then he moved to stand beside me. “Enjoy it, I wanted you to have something really special this morning. His hand rested on my shoulder. “Especially after the way you made love to me …”

Surprised, I reached up and gripped his hand. “I told you, my love. Anytime you want it. You’re my lover, my life, my world. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Thank you, beloved. I know, and the same goes for me.” Kissing the top of my head, he said, “Now eat, before it is spoiled.”

PENANCE

I was enraged as I drove to Larry’s house. I had to make efforts to breathe, so infuriated I was with him but I knew I owed him my life, so I would curse him but nothing more, I hoped.

Larry Billingsley had always been my schoolmate and my best friend. We were both 26 now, and after being sure we did not want to do higher studies, we had both started working for the same company as messengers, a well-known company which sells on the internet and we delivered many things. In that company I had met Virginia Reeves, also our age, a sexy brunette who was intelligent and affectionate, as I have always liked girls, and we had become engaged and have been many times with Larry accompanying us in our parties and he had always congratulated me for having such a wonderful girl.

It was true I owed Larry my life. He had in fact saved me twice from death. When we were only 14 and we used to be boy scouts, one day I was told not to approach a dangerous part of a river, they were risky rapids, but me, Troy Munro, with the recklessness of a teenager, ignored that wise advice and dared get into the water and soon I checked that I would drown. Fortunately Larry was close then and saw me, and not thinking about his own security, had dived into the river and though both of us could have died then, he managed to rescue me at last and not only that. He was a good swimmer and even taught me to swim.

Then one day when I was 21, we were quietly walking down the street, when suddenly he pushed me so strong that I fell to the ground. For a moment I was shocked that he had deliberately made me fall but then I saw that a tile had been close to fall on my head and crush me.

-Oh my God, Larry, it’s the second time you save my life. You’re my guardian angel. I will never forget it, you can be sure.

I remembered what I told him and it was with a lot of tears in my eyes that I started going up to the fifth floor where he lived, cause the elevator was out of order that day. That time of wait was good at least, to convince me that I would not kill him, for had he not saved my life, I could have killed him, so furious I was, and then repented all my life of not knowing how to curb my instinct. As soon as I rang the bell, I saw him opening the door with a worried face and instantly he saw in my eyes that I hadn’t gone to his house as any other day.

-You traitor –I told him-. How could you do what you did last night?

-Come in, Troy. I can see that you’ve come to curse me and I know you must. I see you know what I did last night and if you want to kill me, I deserve it, but please never blame Virginia. You know how deep she loves you and you love her too and you know it. She does not deserve losing you and it won’t be fair for you to lose her either.

Last night had been Virginia’s birthday and we had decided to go to a disco and celebrate. But I had urgently been called by my company to deliver an encyclopedia to one of our best clients, a really wealthy man, and I could not say no to my company and I had gone to his house. He was not there and I had to wait for him for a couple of hours in a rainy night and I had got wet to the bones and had lost my desire to go to the disco, and when he already came, I felt exhausted and didn’t feel like going, so I phoned them to tell them I would not go and headed home and fell asleep. I sensed Virginia coming at five in the morning. She was drunk and I let her sleep. This morning she woke up at twelve and having breakfast with me, she fessed up everything. She had fucked with Larry.

-You fucked it up big time –I went on telling Larry-. You fucked my girlfriend, you bastard, you cheated me.

-Please Troy. We were both drunk and you were not there. We didn’t really know what we were doing. It’s true, though I never wanted to tell you, that I’ve always liked Virginia, but I didn’t know that she secretly lusted for me. And we drank a lot last night and suddenly she kissed me. Then I suppose we allowed ourselves to be carried away by lust and kept on kissing till she suggested we could go to my house, and well… you know, we fucked. But please, Troy, curse me, but forgive her. I think you can forgive that little infidelity of hers and keep on loving her. You know she’s the girl of your life.

-How could you do this to me, you bastard? –I was talking with a lot of tears in my eyes-. You’ve always been my greatest friend, may God forgive me, but I still remember I am alive thanks to you, or else I swear I would kill you.

-Troy –and he took a decision just then-. I know very well I’ve fucked up and I would like to do penance with you, whatever pain I can feel. But I hope this way you can pay me back and forgive her. So I can only think of an eye for an eye. I mean, I fucked your girlfriend last night. The only remedy then is that you fuck me.

-I hope you’re not serious, Larry, for I am furious, you know, and so as not to send you to hell forever, I must take revenge on you somehow.

Then I saw him with determination dropping his pants and telling me.

-Do it, Troy. I deserve it, fuck me. I know I have no right now to call myself your friend, but if giving you my ass, I can prevent you from doing something as stupid as leaving that wonderful girl, Virginia, I am ready to feel the strong pain that your dick will probably cause me.

I needed to take revenge on him, though I started to intuit that fucking Larry would maybe make me forgive him, and I whipped then my dick out. I was totally hard by then just by the prospect of fucking an ass, something I’d never done before. I could also perceive that watching my schlong, Larry was terrorized. Nevertheless he took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and went on all fours, telling me.

-Fuck me, Larry. Come on, do it. I don’t care about the pain; I deserve it.

And then I am afraid I shoved my penis in Larry’s ass with fury. He started to yell and cry but told me: “I know very well that I’ve been a bastard. I must purge my sin and do penance. It’s causing me an unbearable pain but I must suffer it, so I can somehow make amends with you. I only hope that since you are doing it, you’re having a little fun.”

-I never thought that fucking a boy could be funny but God forgive me, I find it funny. And I am losing my wrath a bit. My God, Larry, see where we are doing now due to your blunder.

-If you find it funny, Troy, never stop. You will certainly cum in my ass and when I feel your semen inside, I’ll feel that I am paid back. But for God’s sake: tell me you can forgive Virginia. I’m sure she will never cheat you again.

-I am forgiving her. Your sacrifice is curiously making me forget. Oh, Larry –I broke down completely then-, I shouldn’t be punishing you.

-Don’t worry. I know very well that I have deserved it. Go on till you cum, Troy. If you don’t think this penance is enough, you can do it more often, as far as you forgive her.

Then I am afraid I lashed his ass with my torture weapon and it was causing him an unbearable pain but this way, I would know later, I was at least opening him up and soon it wouldn’t hurt him anymore. I allowed my revengeful feelings to keep on dominating me, but with this little violence on him, I was losing my hatred a bit, till there came a moment when I told him I could even forgive him. I was not a boy who could live with hatred and I liked him. He was my friend, wasn’t he? Crying my eyes out, I told him.

-You are forgiven, Larry. I cannot do any other thing. Oh, my God: I like you. I should apologize for…

-Don’t apologize, Troy, never do such a stupid thing. It’s me that’s fucked up and it’s been me that’s offered you my ass. Now I would only beg you that you allow me to jack off. I like your dick in my ass now. It’s an awe-inspiring sensation.

-I will feel better if you do.

-Fuck me, Troy. Now it’s wonderful and I could never have guessed I would be saying this to a boy. If you have really forgiven me, then let’s just go on, for the fun of both.

-Oh, my friend, you’re so brave.

-It’s not courage, Troy.  Thanks to your punishment, I am discovering I am bisexual and I like what I am feeling. I will have sex with boys too in the future.

-I have to cum.

-Fill my ass with your juice. Do it.

And just then I shot a large torrent of semen in my friend Larry’s ass. Well, I had not reached the conclusion that I was bisexual cause I was totally sure I would never like being fucked, but at least I knew for sure that I liked fucking Larry. When I was shooting my load, he blasted a big long load too. I broke down again, but this time I hugged him with all my affection.

-Larry, please forgive me. If I am here today is because of you, or I would be dead by now.

-You know very well you have to apologize for nothing, Troy. I would like to talk to you so I would like to invite you to a coffee.

-Good, Larry. We should talk.

Having that coffee he was talking to me.

-Never repent of what you have just done. You will soon be back with your wonderful girl. She deserves to see the best of you. And as for me… remember all you’ve done is punishing me as I asked you to. And it’s had a wonderful consequence. I have discovered my bisexuality. And I love to know that, believe me. Now I am only worried what you would think discovering you have a bisexual friend.

-I like to know that after all, this stupid Troy has not hurt you, but helped you discover something about yourself. I like you just as you are, Larry.

-Have you enjoyed fucking me, Troy? Tell me the truth.

-I haven’t discovered I am bisexual as you have for I am sure I would never be fucked, but it is true that fucking you was great.

-Why don’t you do it more often, Troy? If we are really friends again, I’d love you to fuck me some more times. No penance now; it will be just fun.

-And wouldn’t it be like I was cheating Virginia now? My God, from having her cheating me, now it could be me that cheats her. I must talk to her, tell her what I’ve done and your reactions too. And then I’ll phone you to tell you what Virginia has answered. But thank you, Larry. Thanks to what you have done today and allowed me to do to you, she is forgiven forever, and the nightmare I woke up with is forgotten. And I sincerely hope we are good friends again, you and I.

-You can be sure about it, Troy. We’ve always been the best of friends.

And then I stood up and gave him a heartbreaking embrace. Both of us were crying our eyes out, again the best of friends as we’d always been. I left him with the promise that I would phone him soon. It was the next day that I told him I had talked with Virginia and we’d like to have a drink the three of us together and talk. He should come and we would tell him some things. I liked Larry Billingsley. It was inevitable. Now I should never forget to take care of whatever need my new bisexual friend had.

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The following is a long overdue sequel to the story GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT. For those of you who have read the first story you should be able to pick up the new addition quickly

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“Time flies by so quickly when your life is filled with happiness and love. It is hard to grasp the fact that it has been a year now since Robert and I became a couple.    We live as two married men but without the ceremony.  There is no ceremony that could make me more committed to him or to love him more.

Robert Williams and Hank Holland grew up together, going to the same schools from Kindergarten through High school.  When the time came for college, Robert went to LSU on a football scholarship and got his undergrad degree in Financial Management.  I received a work scholarship from the University of Virginia and earned my degree in Literature.

Their chance meeting in their home town was a complete surprise as they had not seen each other since their High School graduation but fate has a way of putting people together when they are perfectly matched.

Both had come home to spend some time with their aging fathers.  While they were there one of their High School teachers passed away it was during the visitation at the Funeral Home that they met again.

Originally, they said their vows to each other in private at the beach house on Wrightsville Beach, just outside of Wilmington NC.  

Robert’s son Stephen and Hank’s twins, Alexandra and Hamilton were all together for the first time for two reasons.  Alex and Steven would both be graduating from Duke University on Sunday and Hamilton will graduate from the University of Virginia at Charlottesville the following Sunday.  The three of them, plus Alexandra’s latest beau, Eddie,  planned a quiet beach get together after the graduations to celebrate the first anniversary of Robert and Hank’s commitment to each other.  

As proud fathers, Robert and I often talked about the fact that there wasn’t a black sheep in the group.  I’m sure that most parents are as pleasantly surprised as we are when their children excel as human beings as well as their in their chosen professions.  

In fact, it was Hank who felt himself to be the black sheep.  His writing career had never had any social significance or value other than pure entertainment.  But black sheep or not, it was Hank, who’s writing is frivolous and self-serving that would outstrip the combined income of all three of the children.  The sale of Robert’s newest software business put him back into the seven-figure bracket for tax purposes.

ust a couple of months before his college graduation Stephen confided in is Dad that he is pretty sure that he is gay.  Of course, it doesn’t matter to his Dad, or to me, at all.  What we want for the three of them is that they be comfortable in who they are and happy in what they do.

June was a hectic month, with three graduations to attend in two different states, seven days apart.   Hamilton was last to graduate, his degree from The University of Virginia in urban planning and development.  

Robert and I managed to attend both ceremonies and we had a family party planned for the following weekend at the Beach House.

Since their divorce, Steven’s mother had very little contact with Robert and Hank.  A situation that all parties thought to be very near perfect. Both Robert and Hank were surprised to see Lydia, Stephen’s mother and Robert’s ex-wife walk up to them just after the ceremonies, arm in arm with a man more than twenty years older than herself who she introduced as her fiance.  Since she had never met Hank before Robert introduced Hank as his partner.  

Making small talk, in an attempt to maintain a cordial atmosphere, Lydia asked Hank’s occupation.  Robert smiled broadly and said that Hank was a very successful writer.

“Really?” She replied.  What do you write?  Biographies, fiction?

“Nothing quite so serious I’m afraid.  I write Romance novels.”

“Really!  How does one manage to make a living writing those silly paperback novels? She asked.

Hank started to reply but Robert interrupted him.

 “He manages quite well Lydia.  You’ve contributed to his success countless times, I’ve seen you read a great deal of his work myself.”

“Nonsense, Robert.”

“Really, you call all those Reena Radcliffe books you have all over the house nonsense?”

“What! Turning to Hank she stammered…

 Y…y…“You write the Reena Radcliffe stories?”

“Yes’ I’m   guilty as charged.”

“Before you laugh Lydia, consider that Hank is the one with ocean front property and a very fat bank account.”

A very flustered and surprised Lydia stuttered and finally managed to tell her fiance that it was time for them to leave.

Once everyone had reached the beach house and the party got into full swing, Robert and Alexandra took over the grill, Stephen and Hamilton went to the market and loaded up on fresh seafood and booze.  I took care of keeping the kitchen as clean as possible with six people in and out of the kitchen.  Everyone seemed to be having a great time but I did notice that there seemed to be some sort of tension between Stephen and Hamilton.  I kept quiet but I kept an eye on them.

 Before their graduations, all three of our children had secured jobs in the D. C. area.  Just far enough away that they wouldn’t be dropping in unexpectedly for every weekend at the beach.

Robert and I have been talking about renovations at the beach house for a few months now.  We want to add two bedrooms and expand the rooftop deck as well as additional covered parking for Robert and me.  

Meanwhile…Alexandra led her date over to Robert and her Father.  He’s Edward Collins Jr. a friend she met at Duke in her Freshman year, but they were just friends for the first three years and didn’t begin dating each other until they were Seniors.  She had first introduced him as her boyfriend at her graduation ceremony at Duke.

 After a little digging, I found that Eddie is from a good family,  Just ordinary folks, no huge family fortunes and no family skeletons lurking in closets as far an anyone could discern.  

Eddie’s father, Edward Collins is second in command to the Curator at the Smithsonian Institute.  His mother, Elizabeth is the Director of Volunteer Services at the National Headquarters of the American Red Cross.  He has a younger sister Kathryn (Kate) still in High School and a brother, Connor, who will enter the Freshman class of the University of Maryland in the fall.

As Alexandra’s father, I felt it my duty to check up on Eddie’s family, after what happened with the first man she brought home.  With five of us there Ham was sleeping on the rooftop deck and woke one morning with Alexandra’s boyfriend sucking His cock.  So you can be certain that I checked out this new guy and his family thoroughly.   I’ll do everything I possibly can to keep my baby girl from being hurt like that again.

Stephen’s Environmental Architecture firm is located in Arlington and he’s rented a condo nearby.  Hamilton is working with the State of Maryland as a designer in Urban Planning and Transportation and has a Condo just a few blocks from Hamilton.

With all of them settled into new jobs, and new homes Robert and I have found plenty of quiet time for ourselves.  Thinking back it’s been almost two weeks since Robert and I made love.  There have been people around us for far too long.  I need some alone time with my man.  

With just the two of us at home the pace of events after the graduations slowed to almost a stop.  With three newly graduated college ‘kids’ gone off to their respective jobs,  Robert and I got to cuddle on the couch or take random naps, plus we caught up on our own special ways we enjoy making love to each other.  

Workwise, I managed to produce rough drafts of two ‘Reena Radcliffe” stories in only a week.  I’ve been trying to get Robert to take a trip with me as I gather ideas fresh ideas for my “Reena.” stories to come with me to Charleston for a couple of months now.  He’s once again caught up in developing a new electronic product that will ‘change things’ all over the globe.  And as much as I want him with me, I know that he would rather be working out solutions for his new ‘contraption’ than off on a jaunt to Charleston with me.

Robert is toying with a new software application that he thinks will be the ‘next big thing’ and I keep telling him that ‘the next big thing’ should be his wonderful, hard cock deep where it will do us both the most good.”  if he’ll just come to Charleston with me.  

After the last graduation ceremony, I renewed my efforts to get Robert away from his work and on the road with me for some time off together. All I got was the time in Charleston by myself and Robert staying here at the beach glued to his computer

On the fourth of July Robert and I had planned a ‘family’ barbecue at the beach house.  Alex and Eddie were the first to arrive and we had not yet heard from either Stephen of Hamilton.  

About half an hour later we heard a horn blowing as the car came to a stop beside the beach house.  Robert and I both went to the window and we both were shocked to see Steven and Hamilton arrive together in Steven’s car.

Robert looked at Hank who returned the same surprised stare as Robert’s. Once they were in the house Stephen said…”Look who I ran into last weekend.”  He said pointing to Ham.  We were both out at the same club and ran into each other by accident.  We had dinner one evening during the week and agreed to ride down here together.

Stephen knew Eddie, Alex’s new flame, from Duke.  She quickly introduced her brother, Hamilton, to Eddie.  With all of them being near the same age they had lots in common and had no trouble conversing with each other or as a group.  There was even an impromptu game of volleyball with others their age at the beach.

Hamilton talked with Stephen in hushed tones as they huddled together on the roof.  It was at least 30 minutes later that they both came down and took Hank and Robert with them back on the roof deck.

“Wow, I never thought I would be having this conversation with you Dad, Hamilton said haltingly.  Both you and Robert probably already know what we’re going to say.

Stephen and I met at a gay dance club last weekend.   We wound up having our first conversation that didn’t include our families.  We also learned that we have much more in common than we had ever imagined.  We’ve had a couple of dates and I’m hoping that we can have many more.”  

Steven chimed in…”I agree with everything that Hamilton has said.  We have a great time when we’re together and when we’re not together, we’re on the phone to each other.  I think it is safe to say that neither Stephen nor I will  be giving you guys grandchildren anytime soon.”  

“Speaking strictly for myself, I hope that we end up as happy together as our Dad’s are and I think Stephen feels the same.  We both wanted to tell you together.  

Dad, Stephen makes me happy, I can hardly wait to meet him after work. We’ve both had great role models and I feel sure that we can have a relationship as solid as our Dad’s do.”

I know that you guys may feel a little twinge of uneasiness with Ham and I being together as a couple.  I hope that it will not last long. We intend to try to live together as well as you guys do.  We both love and respect you guys so much.  Your example has shown us that we can have what we both most desire.  Each other.”

I looked at Robert and he had a concerned look about him.  

“I’m sure you realize that you guys have just made your lives much harder. Our world is still full of bigots and downright stupid people that will try to tear you apart.  Hank and I are your fathers, we will both support you in anything that you do.  We love you, you are our sons, there is nothing you could ask of us that we would not do for you.  My greatest wish for the two of you is that you will be as happy together as Hank and I have been.”

We returned to the kitchen area and Alex gave her brother a questioning look.

“We did it, Sis, we told them about us.  They took the news quite well too.”

Hamilton pulled a bottle of champagne from the cooler he and Steven had in the car.

“I think it’s time for a toast or two.  Here’s to the two greatest fathers anyone could ever have!

Poor Eddie, he didn’t have a clue as to what had just occurred.  Stephen and Ham both took Eddie up to the roof deck and explained the situations to him.  It wasn’t any great shock or problem for Eddie, he has a gay uncle on his mother’s side of the family.

The rest of the daylight hours were spent on the beach or up on the roof deck.  Pictures were made with every conceivable combination of Dad’s and their kids.

Hamilton, Stephen Alexandra and Eddie all went down to the beach leaving Robert and me to prepare the Low Country Boil we planned for dinner.  A quick check revealed that we needed more beer, wine, and Gin.  The three guys took off together for the alcohol run, leaving Alex alone with Robert and her Dad.

Robert and Hank both started asking questions about Eddie and she began to blush.

“So how are things progressing with you and Eddie Hank asked?  

“He so wonderful and the most thoughtful man,  He spoils me with little gifts and special nights out.  I’m sure that he’s the one for me, I’m in love with him, Dad.”

“I like him too, sweetheart, he seems to be a great guy and anyone can see he is crazy about you.”

“Alex, I don’t want to put you on the spot but is this thing with Stephen and Hamilton for real?  When Ham broke the news it was like a big joke, I’m not sure what’s going on with those two.”

“Brace yourself, Robert.  They are a couple and I do believe they are in love.  Both of them like to joke a lot so it’s harder to figure out their real intentions.

“Announcing that they are a gay couple is the easy part.  It’s living as a couple where things can go wrong in a heartbeat.  Don’t be surprised if they both come to you guys for advice.  They know it isn’t going to be easy but they are both devoted to each other.”  

Eddie and I have seen them at their apartments.  I expect that they will get a place together very soon now.  Being with them in either of their homes reminds me of you two.  Both of you have been great role models and I’m certain that they both want a relationship like you two have.”

A car horn blaring signaled the return of the three guys from the beer and booze run, In a few minutes we were all on the roof enjoying great food and the happiness of being with family.

Robert made a phone call to his former landlord and secured his old riverfront condo for a couple of nights since it hasn’t been leased since he left.  Well after dark Robert whispered into Hank’s ear that they should head back downtown for the remainder of the night.

“It’s time for us to go Hank.  We’ll leave this place to the kids for the night.  I want you all to myself tonight, no kids, just you and me, together.  That’s when I’m happiest, I love our kids, but it’s always a relief when they leave and I can have you all to myself, so we can get back to being just Robert and Hank.  I love you Hank Holland!”

I walked the few steps between us and hugged him in a full body hug. Tears welled up in my eyes just hearing the man I love to say he loves me too.

“You’re my dreams come true, from grammar school right up to this minute it’s always been you.  I love you too, so very much.”

Alex, Eddie, Stephen, and Hamilton came down from the roof and we told them that we were going into Wilmington for the night and to lock up when they left to go back to DC.

“Hank and I will be heading out to Charleston in a day or so.  I’ll be working on the new project and Hank will be writing Reena stories, his new project.  We’ll have our phones if there’s and emergency, “

After Alex, Eddie, Steven, and Hamilton had returned to the city I was packing for my trip down to Charleston to finish my latest ‘Reena Radcliffe” story.  I was overjoyed that Robert had agreed to come with me for a change,

When I called out to him that I was ready to leave, he walked out of our bedroom with his overnight bag and a suit bag.  

“We have dinner reservations at Magnolia for tomorrow night, evening dress required, so you might want to take something suitable. Looking like you do, I don’t dare let you go out by yourself to a City like Charleston.  Besides we need a short break from our everyday sameness.  Our daily routines are wonderful and make up a good part of- our contentment with each other.  Sometimes it’s just nice to do something different and unexpected.”

We stowed what we could in the hold behind the Corvette’s seats and the rest we secured to the luggage rack on the rear deck  Once we were on highway 17, I had my hand in Robert’s lap,  With the top down I couldn’t do some of the things I wanted to do like giving him a blowjob at 70 miles per hour, or open his fly and jack his wonderful and very hard cock as the miles flew by.  

After the first big rig truck driver saw my hand in Robert’s lap he tied to run us off the road,  I managed to be content sitting turned and looking at his handsome face.   I can still get hard just looking at the man.  

I was surprised when Robert pulled the car up to the front door at the Dewberry Hotel.  I turned to him and he smiled asking ‘Will this do for your next story?”

We were ushered to the top floor executive Suite where the doors opened onto the most perfect ocean front suite of rooms imaginable.  

“ I doubt that either of us will be getting much work done here Robert. I forsee a lot of wonderful food and lots of sex while we are here.”

“We need a break Hank,  time alone together to appreciate how lucky we are and how good we are together,:  I love our kids but nothing is quite so wonderful as just you and I, alone together.

I walked to him and put my arms around his neck as I flattened my body against him. “ Mmm see what I mean!  We’re both getting aroused just standing here together”.

As we kissed, my hands were busy between us unbuttoning his jeans and I pulled them to the floor as I kneeled to eye level with his fast lengthening cock.   I pulled it down to my lips and looked up to his eyes.  One quick swirl of my tongue around his corona and his cock was hard and ready.  I swallowed him deeply on the third head bob and pulled on his hips plunging his cock as deep as possible into my throat.

With my face in his hands, Robert slowly pulled me to my feet and plunged his tongue deep into my mouth.  When we broke apart he whispered in my ear…

After all our time together  I love you more and more.  When you tell me you want my cock inside you it gives me chills that you want me as I want you. I want your cock in me Hank, I need you inside me, make love with me Hank, I want you now.”

Being the cock slut that I am when it comes to Robert, his expressing his need for my cock inside him was a bit unexpected.  It’s usually me on my back, heels in the air and begging him to enter me  His thick seven-plus inches fill me perfectly. Cock wise we’re close to the same size, but once Robert is inside me inside me, it’s hard to tell just who is fucking who. I am absolutely bonkers about the man.

Seeing his tall, lean and hairy body hovering above me as he lubes us up sends goosebumps over my body.  When he places his forearms just under my armpits and leans forward to kiss me I can feel his body hair lightly tickle my chest and legs.  I hold out until I can’t take it anymore and I wrap my legs and arms around him and pull him close to me rubbing my body all over him.

he kissing and rubbing our bodies together ends with a quick turn and Robert is sitting on my thighs.  I reach back and position my cock at his entrance and he leans in to be kissed again.  With our tongues battling in our mouths, Robert locked his heels and quickly pulled me deep into his bowels.  The rush of heat inside him almost put me over the edge. I raised his longlegs and pushed them back against his chest as I make the first deep plunge inside him.

“Ungh! YES!  You fill me up so good Hank, now go Deeper, Harder… Hank, ride me, babe.  Fuck me, jeez I love how your fat cock feels inside me/

“Robert’s groans tells me that he is enjoying this switch of our normal positions.  My hard cock thrusting in and out of him has evolved to a terrific pace.  His eyes have rolled back and he’s at that place where the only thing in his world is my cock churning inside him.

“I love you Hank Holland, fuck me, Hank, ride me hard.  Oh god, you feel so good in me. Do it, Hank,..fuck me good,..don’t stop, don’t ever stop…HANK!  I’M GONNA CUM baby, I gotta, You’re fat cock is making me cuim Hank.. I gotta cum…oh jeez…here it comes,,,, HANK!,,

MORE HANK….more…more…

I collapsed onto the pool of his cum covering his torso while my cum inside him slowly oozed from Robert’s perfect hard, and round little butt.  We woke sometime later, Robert’s hairy arms holding me tightly to his chest and his mouth kissing my neck just below my ear,

Like always when we’ve made the earth move’we lie naked together holding each other.  I say a little silent prayer of thanks, knowing that I’m very likely the luckiest man alive.

We managed to get into the shower and once we were out we decided to go swim some laps in the pool. We had plenty of time to swim since our dinner reservations were for 8:30 pm.

I enjoyed sitting by the pool and watching the ladies try to get Robert’s attention.  If they only knew how he had craved and begged for my cock up his butt less that half an hour ago.  I can’t fault them though,  Roberts tall, furry body in his light blue square cut swim trunks (like the one James Bond wore  in “Gold finger.” a few hundred years ago in the movies) brought stares and admiration from both men and women,

Our earlier session with me topping Robert only served to make me hornier than ever.  Back in our room I pulled him onto the bed and raised my legs high.

 “My turn!  Your cock please.”

After a quick cleanup, he held my legs in each hand as he pressed them back onto my chest.  I leaned down and ran my tongue from his shoulders all the way to his firm butt cheeks.  Suddenly, he spread my butt cheeks and quickly dived into my wrinkled opening with his tongue.  I was all over the bed trying to escape Robert’s probing tongue while pushing my butt up to meet his tongue thrusts inside me.

With little warning, I knew that I would be cumming in just a few seconds more.  Roberts’ legs straightened and

stretched our rigid as his semen coated the walls of my rectum.  My cum covered his torso as well as my own, it lay pooled in the ripples of my abs. We were both bone tired from the mutual orgasms that had wracked our bodies.

Robert pulled me to him and gave me a love peck of a kiss, spooned his hairy body against my backside and wrapped

his arms around me holding me against his chest and hips.  We both drifted off to La La land.  Each time we do this he puts his arms around me and spoons me tightly in his arms.  Then just before we doze off, he settles in and I hear him whisper in my ear, I hear him whisper, I love you Hank Holland, now and forever, you are mine.

It doesn’t matter where we are or what we are doing, there are times that I am so overwhelmed knowing that Robert loves me that teas of joy run down my cheeks.

 In eight days I had first drafts for three “Reena” stories.  We packed up and checked out the following morning.  I requested that we put the top up and I had my hands in Robert’s shorts exciting him to a fever pitch.  

Just north of Georgetown Robert pulled into a scenic overlook and cut off the motor, took a blanket from the boot and we lay down together between a small cluster of Sand Dunes.  There, just a few feet from the busy Highway 17, Robert and I turned and made love in the classic sixty-nine positiion.  That last bit of mutual sex was enough to get us back to the beach house without further interruption

The phone message light was blinking when we got into the beach house. Looking at the number I saw that Ham had called me three times while we were in Charleston

I called him back knowing that three calls meant something urgent.

Fearing the worst I called Alex and she told me that Steven had been in an auto accident and was in the hospital in “guarded condition”’

Dad, can you and Robert go to him?  Hamilton is beside himself with worry and fear.  He’s so torn up that He could make some wrong decisions. I’ll be going to the hospital later in the day.  

“Jeez Dad, I’m so glad you finally called.  Robert’s accident has  Ham so torn up.  Please break it to Ham, I fear that he’s about to lose it, emotionally.

The first order of business was to calm Ham down and  explain what he knew and that they both will be heading to the Alexandria Hospital ASAP

I felt so sorry for Ham  not knowing the extent of Stephen’s  injuries

I called the Airport and found that it would be faster driving to Charlotte and catch a plane into Reagan National Airport.

At the Hospital, Robert finally got to speak with the surgeons working on Steven.  He learned that Robert’s Audi was T-boned into the driver’s door and that the air bags most likely saved his life.  He does have a broken left arm and a broken left leg.  Thankfully there was very little head trauma thanks to the air bag systems.

I rushed to his side as Robert came out of the consultation with Steven’s Doctor shaken and pale, realizing just how lucky Steven had been to not have suffered more serious injuries.

Once the doctor released Steven, he and Robert flew back to Charlotte where Hank picked them up.  Hank was in a rented a SUV that he had folded the seats so that the floor in back was flat.  Robert had an air mattress blown uo there that let Steven lie down lie flat on the seats with minimal jostling..

At Wrightsville Beach the elevator to the beach house let us get Steven quickly into the sleeping porch.  Robert took over the care and nursing of his son.  Hamilton was calling twice a day or sometimes more often.

I told Ham that Robert and I would be in the bedroom but he and Steven could sleep on the sleeping porch.

After the accident and subsequent recovery, I had no doubt about Steven and Hamilton as a couple.  I saw a new side of my son that pleased me to no end.  I’m certain that they are in love and this little medical setback will only make them stronger, together.

True to Alexandra’s prediction Ham moved into Steven’s condo and helped to nurse Steven back to health as well as learning lessons about being in love.   Robert was back to work with and walking with a cane in four weeks.

At the beach and alone for a change, Eddie went down on one nee and presented Alex with a huge engagement ring.  Hank was the first to see the ring, he looked at the ring then to Alex who was all smiles.

Going first to Alex then to Eddie both Robert and Hamilton were hugging and congratulating Alex and Eddie.

Hank wrote a story with characters bearing Alex and Eddie’s names and gave the procedes of the book as a wedding present.  His last book grossed more than $700,000 dollars.

Robert’s latest project combined his “Heads Up technology” programs with auto safety and advanced,  smaller, less expensive, and more powerful electric motors.

The following spring work began on renovation and expansion of the beach house to accommodate the entire family plus and new additions that Alex and Eddie with contributing in their own good time.

The end

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Darius had heard about a cruising area that was located next to a well-known river. It was a very popular weekend location for families and therefore, no action took place on Saturdays and Sundays. During the week, however, from noon till three p.m., it was could be a rather fruitful location. After three o’clock, older teenagers frequented the place to fornicate and smoke dope.

There was a massive lawn where people could relax on weekends with numerous well-constructed barbeques and wooden tables that catered for the visitors. Naturally, it also had a large ablution block.

Once Darius decided to take a week off from work because he had loads of leave due to him, he was determined to visit the ‘camping’ spot. There were a few things that he wanted to do around his house during this period, in all honesty.

In his late teens, one of Darius’ first sexual encounters had been in the toilet of a mall situated close to where he lived. This experience had left an indelible impression on him. The married guy who had fucked him was incredibly hot and the memory of that occasion, combined with the heady odour that only public toilets have, became an ongoing masturbation fantasy from henceforth.

Darius was well aware of the risks involved with lavatory engagements and sadly, found himself compelled to err on the side of caution. This new venue, however, as described by his friend, seemed to be a dream come true.

On Monday morning, when the thought of what may be awaiting him that day began to brew in his mind, Darius couldn’t wait for the next few hours to fly by. When he left his home at around eleven-thirty and headed for nirvana, Darius had butterflies in his stomach. As he drove he hoped like hell that he would have a successful encounter and felt his cock stiffen as he imagined that intoxicating smell of the ablution area. He was fuckin’ horny and sensed his mouth go dry in anticipation.

He was very impressed with the place when he eventually arrived. The entrances to the male and female toilets were on opposite ends of the ablution area. What particularly pleased him was that the toilets were completely surrounded by pebbles. He figured that unless you were a human-feline, anyone approaching the ablution area would be heard from a mile off.

After strategically parking his truck fifty-yards from the men’s entrance, Darius commenced his vigil. There were no other vehicles in the vicinity, but he wasn’t downhearted by this. It was only eleven-fifty, after all.

As Darius sat watching and sipping on a cold drink that he had bought en-route, he saw a figure appear in the entrance to the gent’s toilet area. Excitedly, he immediately got out of his vehicle and walked towards the entrance. As he entered there was a man standing at the urinal. The guy appeared to be in his fifties and looked fairly dishevelled, almost bordering on being a homeless person. He was about six-foot-tall and had a lithe physique.

The man’s clothing looked very old and extremely well-worn. In all fairness, he didn’t appear to be dirty. Framing his pleasant face his hair and beard were unkempt. He wasn’t what Darius had hoped for and as Darius summed him up, Darius began to have serious thoughts of simply exiting the latrine. The guys welcoming smile, however, stunted Darius’ escape. Caught between politeness and intrigue, Darius courteously mounted the urinal platform next to him.

Once Darius’ stare moved downward to the ‘goods’ that were being offered to him, Darius was blown away by the quality of the merchandise. Ordinary as this guy may have seemed, his genitals were of the highest order. With his left hand cupping his very long and thick uncut dick from below, he commenced bouncing his phallus on his hand enticingly, like a vendor offering a prospective buyer his finest objet d’art. Any reluctance Darius had previously felt, now evaporated instantly.

As Darius extended his left hand to touch the man’s cock, his hand was gently brushed away. As he looked into the guy’s face questioningly, the man lifted his right hand and with his palm facing upward, commenced rubbing his thumb over the tips of his middle and index fingers, in the universal gesture indicating that a payment would be required.

An instant jolt of annoyance flashed through Darius’ mind. He had never paid for sex before and felt aggrieved that this ordinary old man had the temerity to request recompense from him. Darius was on the verge of simply getting the fuck out of there when he once more glanced down at the wares on display. By now, the man’s left hand was actively toying with his knob and what had been impressive before, had turned into a magnificent erection. Swallowing hard, Darius knew that lust had won the day.

“How much,” Darius asked.

“Ten… that’s if you simply want to play with it, but if you want to suck it, it’ll be twenty more,” the man answered with a shitfaced grin.

By now, the man’s ample foreskin was tantalizingly moving up and down his shaft, offering glances of the moist pink head that it sheathed. As Darius looked at the enticing slimy orb as it disappeared and then reappeared, he practically began hyperventilating.

“Is kissing extra?” was all Darius could think of asking as his throat began to constrict with excitement.

“Nah, that’s complimentary,” the man said with a chuckle.

“What if I want you to fuck me?” Darius asked.

“Mmm… the full package, well… that’ll be fifty bucks,” the guy answered, with the look of a serious negotiator.

By now, the guy sales presentation had reached fever pitch. He had bunched his foreskin over the head of his dick and he was running his right index finger inside the hood and encircling the clammy glans. As a final enticement, he then lifted his finger to his mouth and let his lips savour the mustiness of his hood. This was the final straw for Darius who by now was practically choking with lust.

Darius’ wallet was removed from his trouser pocket in a flash before he handed over the money.

“Do you want me to cum in your arse or in your mouth?” the man asked.

“For fifty bucks, I want both… if you are capable,” Darius replied cheekily.

After a boastful guffaw, the man looked at him and said, “No problem.”

“Is there an extra charge for that?” Darius asked, somewhat sarcastically.

“Nah, that’ll be on the house,” the guy replied.

Next, the man got off the urinal platform and unbuttoned his shirt. Following that, he pushed his shorts down to his ankles and offered himself to Darius. This was everything that Darius had hoped for that morning. He was finally about to touch one of the best looking dicks he had ever seen.

Darius then also opened his shirt and pushed his shorts all the way down. As they stood before one another, Darius placed his hand around the man’s cock and after placing his own dick over the top of the guy’s knob, commenced tugging on their combined flesh. The heavenly feeling was then enhanced when the man drew Darius’ body into him and started kissing Darius. Skanky as the guy had seemed, Darius was surprised that he had no strong body odour and in fact, his breath was also very pleasant. For the following few minutes, they continued fondling and kissing each other.

When Darius finally got to his knees, the pleasure simply endured and escalated. The man’s crotch was strong but not off-putting and the piquant taste of his foreskin was heavenly. Darius had never been orally challenged as significantly as this before, but the relaxed attitude of the guy made the enhanced experience seem almost effortless. No cock had ever delved as deeply as this guy’s and yet, there was no real strain to speak of. The man was an incredible skull-fucker and had the most wonderful skill.

With saliva pouring onto his chest, Darius’ hands gripped the man’s hips tightly. Darius was further delighted by the sensuality of the man’s hands as they manipulated Darius’ head. Hot as the scene was, it was unhurried and leisurely erotic. The guy’s cock, hands, and Darius’ mouth were totally in sync.

When the man finally came after his body began to shudder, the deluge of thick hot spunk that coated the inside of Darius’ mouth was the finest jizz that he had ever tasted and the money he had spent was the finest investment he had ever made. As Darius finally got to his feet, another kissing session followed.

An even greater surprise followed when the man got to his knees and commenced blowing Darius. The guy’s oral skill was so unbelievable that Darius was totally unable to hold out and blew his load within a couple of minutes.

When the guy arose afterward, he looked into Darius’ eyes and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Darius,” Darius replied.

“Hi, I’m Dec,” Dec responded, before resuming, “Well, Darius, it’s time to conclude our transaction.”

Darius’ body was then moved to the basin where he was instructed to bend over the basin and anchor his torso.

“Open your legs wide for me,” Dec instructed.

The most erotic rimming Darius had ever received then followed. After a few minutes, Dec then arose and unceremoniously plunged his dick into Darius backside and instantly commenced fucking him. Hard as Dec’s entry was, Darius was so worked up that the hackneyed adage; ‘no pain no gain,’ flashed through Darius’ mind and it was as if his horniness was being stimulated by the soreness.

Dec now displayed his full repertoire as he mercilessly hammered Darius’ arse. The additional slaps that also rained from the right and left on Darius’ backside, were like the icing on the cake for Darius, who had by now begun squealing like a sex-starved whore. As Dec’s intensity kept escalating, Darius had to hold onto the basin for dear life, and Dec’s final few thrusts before he ejaculated were so manic, that Darius’ legs almost gave way from under him.

As they were putting on their pants afterward, Dec asked, “Where do you live?”

Without giving specifics, Darius mentioned the suburb. “Ah, I live in the suburb next to you,” Dec said with a smile.

With both men living at least ten miles away from cruising area, and not having seen another vehicle outside, Darius then asked, “How did you get here?”

“Bicycle… my bicycle’s around the back,” Dec informed him.

“Well, I’m heading home right now and if you want a ride, I’d be happy to oblige,” Darius retorted.

“That’ll be cool,” Dec replied.

Once Dec had put his bicycle on the back of Darius’ pickup, they got underway.

Dec now began to relate his ‘life story.’ Dec was fifty-nine-years-old and had been granted early retirement two years before because of poor health. His prognosis at the time wasn’t very favourable and so he had decided to sell his apartment and all his ‘earthly shit,’ as he put it. Over the following twelve months, he had moved in with his brother and made ‘a miraculous recovery.’ But once the doctors had given him the ‘all clear,’ he realized that he needed to ‘move on.’

To cut a long story short, in the previous nine months Dec was living in a very modest garden cottage owned by an old lady. In lieu of rent, he worked as her gardener on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. In addition, she also supplied him with five hot dinners a week. The simplicity of his existence, combined with his love of gardening, suited him perfectly.

He only used public transport and the bicycle was his doctor’s idea because exercise was very good for him.

Darius did not wish to pry and didn’t question him about his illness. He did, however, ask if he had been married before, to which Dec replied, “Yes… a long time ago.” Darius left it at that.

Dec then suddenly surprised Darius by asking, “Do you need a gardener?” Before Darius could even reply, Dec resumed, “I have Saturdays open.”

In fact, although Darius mowed the lawn and kept things quite tidy, his garden really needed a lot of work.

“Why don’t we stop by my place and you can advise me,” Darius replied.

“Cool,” Dec answered.

When they arrived Dec got out of the truck and took a walk around. “Are you prepared to spend some money?” he asked

Having just been fleeced by the man, Darius nervously nodded an apprehensive ‘yes.’

With a look of total confidence, Dec then said, “You won’t believe what I’ll do with this place.”

“How much?” Darius asked.

“Well… I’m a really hard worker so you won’t be disappointed… One-twenty,” Dec apprehensively replied, before resuming, “Of course, I’ll also throw in some complimentary ‘services.’”

With a wry smile, Darius asked, “Would you like a beer?”

“No thanks, it doesn’t agree with my meds,” Dec ruefully replied.

“Okay, should I then drop you off at your place,” Darius asked.

“Are you anxious to get rid of me?” Dec inquired.

“No, I just thought you may other plans for today,” Darius apologetically replied.

“Nah, besides… I haven’t seen the entire inside of your home,” Dec countered.

“Is there any room that you are particularly interested in?” Darius impishly answered.

“Yeah, the main bedroom,” Dec salaciously retorted.

“Will there be any expense involved?” Darius cheekily countered.

“Nah, it will all be courtesy of your new gardener’s services,” Dec said with a chuckle.

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So my brother had to move in with me. I’m the youngest. I’m the responsible one. The one who scrimped and saved, buying my own home and generally living a good life. He, on the other hand, sees money in his account and assumes he has money, never mind that he wrote a check that cleared out half of it thirty seconds ago.

He’s a good guy, really. He’s a hard worker and will bend over backwards to help anyone in need. He also likes his pot. I can’t fault him for that. I didn’t partake and we all had our vices. Mine is sex, and with his odd sleeping hours, he was putting a real damper on me having meaningful short term relationships where names were rarely exchanged.

It didn’t help that his hook up is this cute Filipino guy named Emilio. He’s like a nerd with rough edges. His hair is always cut short and clean shaven. Wire frame glasses attempt to hide those deep brown eyes. His clothes hang on his slender frame, but they always make his rich almond toned skin pop.

I know he has some ink on his skin. I’ve seen it the few times he’s worn a tank top over. It also allowed me to his baby smooth chest. I don’t know what attracts me more to him, those full red lips or that cute little tushie. It’s just one of those cute little butts you want to grab and adore, while his lips tend to make you want to kiss him.

The first time I met him was the first Saturday after my brother moved in. I had just gotten home from the gym and shucked my shirt to toss in the laundry when I heard the door knock. When I opened the door, he cowered back a bit when he saw my five foot eight muscle thick frame. I guess he wasn’t expecting me to be answering the door.

“Is Todd here?” He said after a moment. “You must be his brother, you look a lot like him, except built.” It was true, my brother and I looked a lot alike, except he was naturally skinny, where I had grown up chubby, stocky. Now I hit the gym regularly. I had big muscles hiding under that thin layer of fat I can’t seem to get rid of. “I’m Emilio.”

“I’m Lawrence. I think he might be here.” I said eyeing him. He was a good three inches shorter than me, and I really just wanted to pick him up and do so many naughty things to him. “I just got home. Nice to meet you.” I extended my hand. His grip was firm and his hand was soft in mine. “Come in, I’ll see if he’s here or awake.”

He waited, awkwardly in the doorway while I checked my spare room, only to find the residual odor of pot smoke. “He’s not here.” I called out as I made my way back to him. Damn, he was cute, verging on adorable. My cock groaned when he sucked on his upper lip, thinking about what I had said. “I think he had to work today. I can’t really keep up with his schedule.”

“Just tell him I stopped by.” He turned and grabbed the door handle, and I saw that cute tight butt. He turned and smiled at me. “It was nice meeting you.” I could have sworn he eyed me up and down as he left. Of course it could have been my imagination. I hadn’t had sex in nearly two weeks. A new personal record.

After that, I saw Emilio a lot more often, mainly when my brother messaged him to hook him up. They’d disappear into his room for a bit and then Emilio would come out, reeking of marijuana. I was pretty immune to the smell by now. He would, occasionally sit with me on the couch watching television till he came down.

I rarely went out for a drink, but sometimes you just need one. I have a local watering hole I hit just around the corner. Nothing fancy, some pool tables, dart board and low lighting so you don’t see how shabby the place really is. Your typical dive bar. It was where I go to grab a drink or two just to scratch that itch of going out.

I was there one Friday night when my brother was out with his on again, off again, on again girlfriend. I was sitting at the bar, nursing my cocktail when I felt the hand on my shoulder. “Hey, Lawrence, how are you?” I turned to see Emilio’s grinning face. “I didn’t know you came here.” He sat down beside me. “Let me buy you a drink.”

Two drinks later, we were talking and laughing. Emilio was touchy feely when he had alcohol in him. I tried not to read anything into it, but he kept feeling my arms, and patting my chest, all the while complimenting me on my body. I fought every urge in me to just kiss him right there. He was straight and just being friendly, I told myself.

After we did a shot, I was feeling the buzz, and so was Emilio. I didn’t know where Emilio lived, but I knew he drove here and I wasn’t about to let him drive. “You better crash on my couch.” I said standing and stretching. “You are in no shape to drive.” When he stood up and almost fell, he made my point. “You can grab your car in the morning, come on.”

He didn’t say anything, just grinned goofily at me. I tucked him under my arm, guided him out the bar and down the street back to my place. He had his arm around my waist the entire time. I assumed it was to keep from himself stumbling, but he kept falling into me. Thankfully, we had a short walk back to my place.

“Get comfortable.” I said sitting him on the couch. “I’ll grab you a blanket and pillow.” When I came back with a spare pillow and blanket, he was stripped down to this boxers, blue ones with little rubber duckies on them. My eyes drank in his lithe toned form and that intricate artwork that started on his bicep and crossed his chest to the other bicep.

“I got to piss.” He said swaying. It took me a second to realize he wanted me to guide him, so I took him by the arm, and down the hall to the bathroom. I put him in front of the bowl and gave him his privacy as he let loose his bladder. When he stumbled out, I was about to guide him back to the couch, but he had other plans. “I want to sleep in here.”

He pushed past me to my room. “Emilio, that’s my bed.” I flicked on the light as he bounced into my queen size bed. “Emilio, you’re not sleeping in my bed.” He ignored me as he pulled back the covers and crawled in. I just shook my head and let him be. I went and locked up, grabbed two bottles of water and headed back.

I sat one bottle on the nightstand beside Emilio. I smiled at the slumbering Emilio. He actually looked cuter, curled up under the covers. I sighed, turning off the light and stripping down to my own boxer briefs. I crawled into my side of the bed. At least he hadn’t taken my spot in the bed. I’d worry about the fall out in the morning.

The next morning, I slowly woke up, feeling a warm body spooning me. An arm was slung around my chest, holding me close, the fingers casually petting my nipples. My dick was brick hard, pushing its way up and out of my underwear. I was still half dreaming when I pushed back against the man in a similar state behind me.

I was content for a moment when I felt him rutting against my fat muscled ass, then I froze. My eyes shot open in panic when I remembered it was not some stranger behind me, but Emilio. I tried to pull away, but he held on tight. He was pretty strong for a skinny guy. I wasn’t sure what to do, as his humps on my bumps increased in speed and intensity. I had to do something before he splattered my underwear with his morning emissions.

I sighed, forbidding myself from enjoying this. With a little more force, I gently peeled his arm from my chest, then myself from Emilio. He grumbled something as he rolled back over to his side of the bed. The first time in weeks that I had a hot guy in my bed and it had to be some touchy feely straight guy. Was this my life now?

 I slipped on some sleep pants and quietly left my room, letting Emilio sleep off his stupor. I peered into my brother’s open door. His bed was made, so either he had already come and gone or he hadn’t come home last night. I hoped for the latter since Emilio’s clothes were still on the living room floor.

I had made a fresh pot of coffee and was enjoying my first cup when Emilio came out, one hand scratching his head, the other his crotch. “How much did we drink?” It didn’t seem to bother him that he had just woken up in his underwear in my bed, or that he was still just in them as he entered my personal space. “Mind if I have a cup?”

“Help yourself.” I moved away, getting out of his gravitational pull. I wanted to reach out and feel his chest. “I don’t know how much you had, but I had well over my limit.” I admired that smooth cocoa chest with their small deep reddish brown nipples that I wanted to drag my tongue across. “You were pretty well off.”

He leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee, the fly of his boxers open, teasing me with a glimpse but not giving me one. He had to know what he was doing to me. If he didn’t, I’d have to explain it to him in no uncertain terms that things like last night were not going to happen ever again. With my luck, it would.

Emilio lingered around the house with me for another hour. It was thirty minutes before he finally put his pants and he didn’t put his shirt on till he left. When I got the text from my brother that he wasn’t going to be home till Sunday night, I about jumped for joy. Then I had to decide whether or not I wanted a trick or just blow my load. The fact that I couldn’t find anyone after an hour to come and have a sexual handshake solved that dilemma.

I straightened up a bit, thought about going to the gym, but my balls were ice blue. I didn’t bother with porn. I just stripped naked and plopped into my unmade bed. I spread my legs, took hold of my anguished neglected dick, closed my eyes and slowly moved my hand up and down my thick seven inches.

My mind wandered to Emilio. The cologne he was wearing was clinging to my sheets. All I could think of was his tight, toned body and those lips ready to be kissed. I remembered the feel of his body pressed to mine, and his urgent thrusting at my ass, and how I just wanted to pull my underwear down and guide him into me.

That last thought drew up my balls and soaked my stomach and chest with my pent up load, giving me just an appeasing orgasm. I needed more. I needed real sex with someone, not just with my hand and a fantasy. I needed something that lasted more than the two minutes it took to bust with my hand. At least I had till Sunday night to get into a man’s pants and him into me.

 I went about my day. I hit the gym, cleaned the house, did laundry and tried finding sex. The only thing I didn’t get done was the sex. Everyone that messaged me or I checked out were either looking for tops, like me, or flakes. So I called it quits, slipped into some joggers and tee shirt and plopped on the couch for some mindless television.

Around seven the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I had closed out all the useless apps hours ago, and I hadn’t given my address out to anyone when I was on them. I shouldn’t have been shocked when I opened the door to find Emilio standing there in loose fitting basketball shorts and tight white tank top that made his rich chocolate brown skin look creamy delicious.

“Hey, man, want to hang?” He wore a lopsided grin, as if he knew I was going to say yes already. I shrugged and let him in, I needed to deposit something in my spank bank anyways and he was as good as anything right now. “What are you up too man?” He planted himself on the couch.

“Just watching television.” I said sitting far enough away as not to touch, but close enough for me to know that he was there. “Seems to be my typical Saturday night lately.” I felt the sofa shift. Emilio was getting comfortable, moving slightly closer to me. “What about you? What would you be doing tonight if you hadn’t come over?”

“The same.” I gave him an incredulous look. “I really don’t go out.” He shrugged. “I’m more a homebody now a days. I got tired of the bar scene long ago.” I turned to find his eyes on me. “What about you? Was that a normal Friday night for you or just a rare outing like me?” His voice was as soft as his eyes on me.

“Awe, I figured you’d be out and about on Saturdays.” I tried not to sound sanctimonious. “I mean I do know what you do for a living.” I paused in thought. “I mean your second job.” I corrected myself. “I’m not judging or anything, but I know you’re my brother’s hook up for his herbal recreation.”

“You don’t smoke pot do you?” His studied me, his eyes narrowing behind those glasses. “Your brother is the only guy I deliver too. My cousin is the actual dealer.” He confessed. “Of course, I do partake in the occasional puff. You should try it sometime. Just recreational like me, not like your brother. He smokes it like a chimney.”

“Tell me about it.” I laughed. “I don’t think it’s for me. I get randomly tested.” I could feel the stirring in my loins. I was getting plenty for my spank bank this evening. “Besides I think I get enough of a contact high with my brother smoking up like.” I was feeling a bit uncomfortable. “Besides I don’t think it would help with my workouts.”

“You could shotgun.” I was familiar with the term. I knew the basics of it, but never really done it. The idea of Emilio’s lips close to mine filled me with excitement. “Have you ever done that?” I just shook my head. “Here, close your eyes and pucker your lips like you’re going to kiss.” I did, turning my head toward him.

I could sense his face close to mine, then the gentle blow of his breath streaming into my mouth, letting me taste the fresh minty taste of whatever mouthwash he had used probably five minutes before knocking on my door. I held still. My heart raced with the anticipation of what he might or might not do.

Then I felt the press of his lips against mine, the tentative push of his tongue from his mouth to mine. I reached up and cupped his head, holding him there, so I could enjoy the long lost feeling of another man touching me. Emilio didn’t pull back. He grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me to straddle his lap.

It was a bit odd, my big body on top of his little frame. I bent to keep our kissing going, his hand moving up my shirt and across my broad back. I wasn’t sure if this was a dream, a fantasy or reality. I just knew I was going with it. “What are we doing?” I asked between urgent kisses. “Should we be doing this?”

“Yes.” His gruff answered came right before he tossed me like a rag doll onto the couch. Before I could even think to protest, he was on top of me, our lips pressed, our legs tangled and our hard cocks rubbing against each other. “Damn, I’ve wanted you for since I first saw you.” He groaned before sucking on the inside of my neck.

“Emilio.” I softly purred, enjoying the feel of him on my skin. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” My hands moved down to that precious bumps of his ass, squeezing the soft yet firm mounds. “Fuck.” I let out as he found a spot of my neck that sent me squirming with pleasure. “Are we really doing this?”

His slid his tongue up past my Adam’s apple and to my chin then looked down at me with predatory hungry eyes. “Yeah, we’re doing this, Lawrence.” I felt a chill of excitement overcome me. “We’re going to do this now, later, tomorrow and every other time we want to.” He brushed his lips over mine. “I can’t believe I waited this long to make my move on you. You’re so God damn sexy.”

I could feel his intent pressing into me. He stroked my unshaven face with his hand. “You just don’t know what you did to me that first day you opened that door shirtless.” He ran his tongue over the top of his lip, looking me in the eye. “I knew right then, I wanted to get to know you.” He pressed his lips softly to mine. “Then I got to know you, and I was like, I got to show him how special he is to me.”

I didn’t know if he was sweet talking me or if he really meant the words, but right now his sweet words had the effect he wanted. “Let’s continue this conversation in the bedroom.” I scooped us up with ease, holding Emilio with ease as I carried him to the bedroom. He hugged me close, running his hands through my thick brown hair

When I sat him down, my hands took the bottom of his tank top and pulled it up, revealing that slender body that turned me on so. He slipped his glasses off, setting them on the nightstand. My fingers traced the outline of his intricate tattoo. He took my left hand and brought to his mouth, kissing the palm of my hand.

He pulled my shirt up, trying to get it off, but our height difference hindered him. I pulled it off the rest of the way, only to have his hands on my hips, pulling down my sweats. “I want you naked, baby.” He said, slipping the cotton pants down revealing my seven inches hard and ready. “No, underwear.” He looked up at me with devilish gleam in his eyes. “Me either.”

Before I could even get my mind wrapped around that comment, his mouth was on my freshly shaven bull balls and his hand was stroking me delicately. “Damn, Emilio.” My hands ran over his short cropped hair. My knees grew weak as he moved from one ball to the next, giving each their own careful attention.

Then, with his eyes locked on mine, he licked up the underside of my shaft, from the base to the tip. My lips quivered with anticipation and I about collapsed when his tongue twirled rapidly around the mushroom head. When his lips brushed over the head, taking just the head in his mouth, I could not stand any more, collapsing back onto the bed, my legs spread with Emilio between them.

He did not break stride, taking me into his mouth, holding my dick with one hand and working my pants off my feet with the other. I cradled his face with my hand, letting out soft murmurs of appreciation. I watched, eyes glazed over with desire, as his mouth swallowed me, allowing his tongue to run against the length of my shaft before my cock reappeared from his mouth.

He closed his eyes, the enjoyment evident on his face. He was coaxing the eruption from me, slow and steady, ensuring that it would be greater than Mount Vesuvius. I couldn’t let him do that. Not without tasting him across my tongue first. I reached down and pulled him to his feet, his mouth shimmering with precum and spit.

My mouth found that tiny chocolate dot on his chest, mouthing the delicate nub. My hands slipped down his pants, cupping those delectable smooth apricots. He wasn’t lying about not wearing underwear. I slipped his shorts down, moving to his other nipple. He cradled my head to his chest as the shorts fell.

I felt the spring of his cock against my chest. He humped up with need against my chest. I took him by the hips, pushing him back to see a thick and long rod waiting for my attention. He flexed, making it bounce, the head a pale pink that sharply contrasted to the light brown of his eight inch shaft.

I leaned down and swabbed the tip with my tongue before taking him slowly into my mouth to the back of my throat. My lips stretched across the impossibly big cock of such a tiny man. I gripped his cheeks and pulled him into me my mouth, bouncing him in and out. He took the hint, grabbing either side of my head and pulling me onto him, fucking my face.

My nose brushed against his trimmed pubes, the only hair I could find on his body aside from his head. My tongue tasted the sweet elixir he spread with every thrust in and out of my mouth. I may have been out of practice but my muscle memory kicked in, and I let him down into my throat without any trouble.

He humped my mouth, telling me how good my mouth felt on is dick, how he couldn’t wait to fuck my fat ass. The sweet innocent man was a memory. He was a filthy fucker now, one that was going to have me moaning like the slutty whore I wanted to be. The slutty whore I wanted to be just for him.

He pulled me off him. I lunged for his dick. He pulled back, and pushed me back onto the bed. “You’ll get more of him in a minute.” His voice was deep and throaty. “Show me that glorious ass baby, get on all fours for me.” I got up and positioned myself for him as he ordered. His hands roamed over my muscle tight globes. “Damn, that is such a beautiful booty.”

I was about to tell him where the lube was when instead of the hard press of his cock against my hole, I felt the wet press of his tongue to it. The guttural growl that escaped me from the tantalizing tickle of his tongue filled the room. Just like his kiss, it was soft, urgent, appreciative, flicking and sliding to all the right spots.

His hand reached under me, grasping my hardness. He milked me in time with his tongue lashes. My legs spread and I thrusted my ass up and out for him in an arch. I clawed at the bed, begging him not to stop and to fuck me at the same time. He was driving me wild with the intricate pattern his tongue traced.

He paused, running his thick thumb over my eager hole. His fingers spread across my cheeks. I braced myself for more of the tongue teasing that did not come. He pushed me forward, letting me collapse onto the bed with my spit slick ass up in the air. He was on me, his mighty piece nestled firmly between my cheeks.

He ran his rod up along my crack while his mouth found the back of my neck. His hands buried under me, grasping my meaty pecs. He slid up and down, occasionally hooking then releasing me. I moved in time with him, trying to catch the elusive monster. Then, with a lucky movement, he was balls deep in me.

His cock sliced into me like a hot knife through butter. I let out of pleasurable gasp of pain as he rested deep in me. I flexed, allowing myself to get adjusted to him. His cock actually throbbed in me. I felt as if I was going to crawl out of my skin if he didn’t start humping me. I rolled my body, bouncing him up and down.

He refused to budge, resting in me as he kissed my skin. His tongue made lazy circles at the base of my neck, distracting me from his hand moving up under me to grip my shoulders. “Are you ready, baby?” He purred softly against my skin. My answer was a growl of need to feel him thrusting into me.

I felt his hips rise and fall slowly into me. I groaned in frustration. “Patience.” He soothed, pulling out a little more with his thrusts. “You’re going to love how I make you feel.” I pushed back on him, letting out a soft whimper. I needed him slamming into me, filling me with his thick engorged cock. I felt a light kiss on my right shoulder. “Trust me.”

I relented, letting him slowly stroke in and out of me, pulling just a little bit more out of me every so often so I could really feel the length of him as he pumped into me. With each slight pull out, I found myself longing to have him buried deep in me again, hating the empty feeling it was causing right before he pushed all the way back in.

When only the tip remained, I almost cried out for the need of him back in me. “Now, you’re ready.” Emilio thrusted hard into me, sliding in and out of me at various lengths. Emilio held on tight to my shoulders, refusing to be tossed from my twisting and bucking body. My back arched like a cat, trying to push hard back against him.

His body rolled in waves against mine, slapping his hips hard against my fleshy cheeks. Where he learned to fuck, I did not know. I just knew he had mastered it. I was a blubbering mess of orgasmic sensations, unable to utter much more than animalistic sounds joy and primal grunts of need.

Without warning he pulled out, leaving me with that empty feeling that no bottom likes. “Get on your back in the middle of the bed.” He barked out. Sex Emilio was quite different than the meek man that came calling on my door. I did as he commanded. He took up position between my legs, pulling one up to rest on his shoulder, the other he forced wide for easy access.

“I want to watch your face when you cum.” He dribbled a long line of spit onto his dick. It was the only lube we needed, apparently. When he pushed into me, my warm hole welcomed him in. The elation on his face was only matched by mine feeling him back in me. He rotated his hips, touching that special spot in me.

My cock jumped with every slight touch of my prostate. He leaned forward, pressing one hand on my chest for balance. “Just so you know, I’m not coming till you do.” He warned. I was torn between the need to climax and the need to have him in me. “Make good choices.” His eyes locked with mine when he picked up speed.

I reached up and caressed his face, my mind a whirlwind of conflict. I knew we couldn’t keep this up forever, but I also knew I never wanted this to end. When I didn’t decide, he did. His hand went from my chest to my leaking cock. With each thrust into me, he stroked me, bringing me closer and closer.

My eyes begged him to stop stroking me. The sounds I made told him to continue. Harder and harder he pumped into me. Quicker and quicker he stroked me. My balls screamed for release. I was on the verge of climatic explosion that I could not stop. My lip quivered as the approaching flood of sensation crested.

I pulled Emilio down for a kiss as the cannon blasts of my cock shot forth. My screams of indulgence were muffled by Emilio’s mouth on mine. He did not break stride in his movements. I clamped down hard around him, but he still pushed through with ease with each hip roll. He picked up speed and then his own muffled roar of climax came into our kiss.

He pumped hard and deep into me. I could feel him leaking out with every pull from me. I squeezed tight, trying to hold him in. Then he fell on top of me, his head resting on my chest, cock still buried deep in me. I put my arms around him, enjoying the feel of his body against mine.

We laid in bliss, my hand stroking his back, his making lazy circles around my nipples. “That was so much better than I had ever expected.” Came his soft satisfied voice. “Mm, you feel so fucking good.” I continued my soft pets. “I can’t wait to recover and do that all again.” My hand froze on his back. “Something wrong?”

He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes. “Emilio, you’re cute and all, and that was fantastic.” I saw him steeling himself for the letdown. “But, I got to shower and rest a bit after that.” I gave him a playful grin. “How about we go shower and soap each other up?” His face brightened. “Did you mean what you said?”

“Every word.” He crawled up, breaking the cement semen bond on our skin. “When you need dick,” he kissed my lips lightly. “When you need to be kissed,” another soft kiss. “When you need to be held,” yet, another soft kiss. “When you need to feel special. You call me, and only me.” That last kiss, his lips pressed firmly onto mine, his tongue moving to meet mine.

I could feel my cock stirring with those words. Our hips moved together. I could feel him filling with blood. If we kept his up, we’d be going at it again, and as good of a bottom I was, I needed a brief respite. I rolled him off me, taking control of the situation again. “Shower time.” I announced, getting up from the bed.

Emilio was splayed out on my bed, arms and legs spread, his cock half hard bobbing up and down. He looked at me, that commanding look in his eyes. “Hey, what about this?” He shook his hips, slinging his cock back and forth like a tempting lure. “You’re not going to leave me like this, are you Lawrence?”

“That’s coming with me.” I took hold of his thick club. “You can come with it or stay here, but I’m sure you’d enjoy it a whole lot more.” He laughed, climbing off the bed and into my arms. “You think you can be a little dictator just because you can lay pipe better any plumber.” I gave him a wink. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him and you.”

In the shower, we didn’t get much washing done. Our soapy hands roamed over each other, and our mouths met with the hot water beating down on us. I stroked him. He fingered my hole. I finally grew annoyed with the confined space and shut the water off. We quickly dried off and were back in the bed, mouths exploring the places we hadn’t before.

I had him sitting on my face while he slurped my cock. I smothered my face in those pert cheeks, running my whiskered face over the sensitive skin. I could feel the precum pooling on my chest. I ran a slow light finger down his spine, sending him arching into my mouth. He moaned around my cock.

“I got to have that ass, again.” He moved with lightning speed, leaving only the taste of him in my mouth. “Lube’s in the dresser?” I nodded, licking my lips for the faint traces of him still there. He grabbed it from the top drawer of my night stand. I watched as he put on a show of slicking himself up. Then he raised both legs to his shoulders, exposing his goal. I felt the slick fingers pushing into me.

I shuddered knowing that soon they would be replaced with something much more filling. He lined up. He pushed in. My ass took him with ease.  “Damn, that ass.” He pumped in me slowly, pushing my legs back to my chest so he could get a better angle. “I could stay in you all night.”

This time, he didn’t tease. He just pounded in me, my eyes rolling back in our heads as he bounced in and out of me. I pulled my legs back, granting him more access to that pleasure pit. Hard and fast, slow and steady, he did them both, never allowing me to know what type of slick slide into me to expect next.

I didn’t even touch my cock when it shot it second blast of the evening. This made Emilio toss his head back in his second moment of bliss as he filled me once more with his seed. I could see the outline of every sinewy muscle as he tensed with the moment. The power in his body was more than evident in that moment.

When he was done, he slowly pulled from me, letting my legs fall to the bed in exhaustion. He went to the bathroom, returning with a washcloth to clean me up with. Delicately he patting my dick clean and wiped away the evidence of our second tryst. He returned the washcloth to the bathroom before pulling at the covers so we could sleep.

In the dark, he slipped behind me, spooning me with his half hard cock pressed between my naked cheeks. “Good night, baby.” His hand slipped around me holding us tightly together. I sighed with contentment. “If you wake up with a dick in your ass, it’s because he likes it in there.” He joked.

“Are you sure it’s not because I like him in there?” I laughed back. I brought his hand from my chest to my lips for a kiss. “Good night, Emilio.” I put his hand back. I wasn’t sure if this was a good idea, but I didn’t care, not right now. Right now, I had a man holding me as I fell asleep. A man that would still be there in the morning.

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WARNING: This  chapter contains vicious attack, abuse and recalled rape. If you are offended by this please do not read it and don’t mark against it for that reason. 

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Adam froze as the three of them entered the basement. Adam went to the chest after the initial shock wore off. He seen what he wanted and acted very quickly not to lose the upper hand.  He grabbed a hunting knife and pistol.  Adam didn’t even know if it was real it felt plastic but looked the part. He pointed it at the new arrivals and his mum.

“I’m glad I let Chad and Jason go now I have space for you two.” Adam said as he made his way to behind Jake removed the gag and held the knife to his throat. Both Jake and his mum cried at the same time. “Adam what are you doing?”

Adam bent down next to his brother’s ear and said. “Sorry bro but I didn’t expect to see mum. Now I have to use you to control her. You two are over dressed strip naked. ” Adam ordered Luke and Tristan who both done as they were told. They both had scars from Adam’s vicious attack that left Luke with a permanent limp and Tristan in a coma.  

It had happened a few years ago when Adam and chase were in the woods near the towns rec ground. They came across Tristan giving Luke a blow job up against a tree. Adam ran up behind Tristan so fast and booted the back of his head with Luke’s cock still in his mouth and although Luke wasn’t massive he was still a big lad it’s a wonder how Tristan didn’t bite his dick clean off but he managed not to. Adam then fully swung his foot across Tristan’s head knocking him into the tree and clean out before he went over to Luke who had fallen on to his side in agony holding his cock blood trickling through his fingers Adam jumped high in the air and landed on  Luke’s knees shattering the entire joint and turning with a kick to Luke’s head and knocking him out. 

Chase watched the whole thing in horror but done nothing after so with Luke and Tristan not knowing or remembering it was Adam the crime was never reported as it was clear when they were found what they had been doing as Luke’s bloddy cock was still out and Tristan was in a coma.

“Now boys assume the position of the rest of the lads here and mum be so kind as to tie them up.”

“Adam sweet……”

“STOP!” Adam roared. “You don’t ever get to call me that now do as you are told without opening your mouth or my hand might slip.” Adam drew the blade a little bit. 

“Ah fuck bro. You knocked me.” A small trickle of blood sprung from Jake’s neck.

“Ok honey I will do as you say .” Adam’s mum was scared.

“You don’t get to be nice to me anymore and I said no talking have to do something about that once you tie those two up.”

His mum obeyed and secured Luke and Tristan in place. Adam moved away from his brother. 

“Now mum pick someone in the room without talking just tap them on the shoulder. ” Adam had a menacing look on his face lightly scratching his temple with the tip of his knife. Not knowing what he was going to do his mum shook her head.

“Last chance or I will choose.” Again she shook her head. 

“Ok, walk to the chest and you will see a gag with a funnel attached into the mouth piece. Put it on your favourite son. Funnel up.” 

“Adam what you doing?”

“She wouldn’t choose so I am teaching her a lesson,  after all this is a week of Learning and so far we have all been punished but not her. NOW I AM LOSING MY FUCKING PATIENCE, GAG HIM OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL PUT A FUCKING BULLET IN HIS HEAD.”

Adams mum done as told.

Good now get the metal cuffs and cuff yourself to the radiator. ” She done as instructed. Adam went round the room removing the gags and blinfolds on the ones who had them apart from the newly fitted one in Jake’s mouth. He switched of all the gadgets and put the toys away much to the relief of the suffering ones. “No one speak until spoken to.” He ordered. He went to the chest into a little side pocket and retrieved a little blue diamond shaped viagra. He walked up to Jake and  held it up for everyone to see.  

“You all know what this is .” He flipped it in the funnel, it rattled a few times as it made its way to Jake’s mouth.  “Don’t worry bro I am not going to make you swallow it dry. ” Adam got his cock out and pointed it at the funnel. “I had a few beers so this might be strong and lots. ” A hot golden stream errupted from the end of his cock.  Jake’s throat muscles kicked in as he started swallowing his brother’s piss. “Aaahhh that’s so relieving. ” 

Adam seemed to piss forever but after shaking his cock and the last few drops fell out he removed the gag and put his cock away. 

Adam walked over closed the chest and  put the knife on the lid. He studied the pistol and laughed. ” It’s a fucking fake. Bet they just use it to scare the shit out of pledges. ” He put it down, the rest were quiet and just staring at him. The room fell silent for a few minutes it was Jake who broke it.

“Why did you give me viagra bro?”

“I said no fucking talking but it’s a fair enough question. Because bro I didn’t think you would get hard if I  just left it to you. The thought of being sucked off by your mother is pretty off putting. “

“What?” Jake said. Followed closely by. 

“Why?” His mum asked.

“Well bro I told her to choose and she refused so I picked for her and out of everyone in this room it had to be me or you and there’s no way I am letting that woman’s mouth near my cock. You bro don’t have a choice. ” Adam had a sick grin on his face. 

“She’s our mum. You can’t do it to family. ” Jake pleaded. 

“You dumb fuck. ” Scotty spoke for the first time that evening.

Adam turned to Scotty. “What?” He felt his temper rise.

“Not you Adam, Jake. How can you say that?”

Jake just looked at Scotty like he had just taken a fat shit on Jake’s bed but didn’t reply. Deep down Jake was ashamed of what was about to be revealed in front of his mum.

“Can’t do that to family. You fucking raped your brother hard after his ass had been beaten black and blue the first afternoon he got here.”

Jake couldn’t look up at anyone and the shock on his mum’s face as her mouth fell open and she went sheet white as she stared at Jake with disbelief. 

“Care to tell mummy what you did the next morning aswell?”

“No.”

“Tought shit bro. You look her in the eye and tell her or so help me. I’m 18 your 19 mum had us young so either you tell her or I will have you fuck every hole in her and maybe I will get a younger brother and you will get both a brother and a son.”

Jake lifted his head with tears in his eyes. “I made him give me a blow job.”

“Then?” 

“I beat his ass hard with that big leather belt you got me as a present. “

Jake turned to Adam his eyes were red and blotchy. “Please bro, she’s our mum she had no idea what we would do don’t hold her accountable. “

“Shut up Jake , I am to blame.” 

Adam was stunned by his mum’s admission. “Adam making me suck your brother’s and my sons cock is a bit far, he is right I told him to teach you a lesson but I didn’t tell him to rape you. I don’t think it warrants the extremes of your revenge. “

“You really should think harder woman. We have a little while for the pill to kick in. Zachary care to tell everyone how  you found yourself here?”

“Because you’re a self centered prick.”

“Aawww you missing your dildo?”

“Ok, ok. Scotty here set Adam up. He was cheeky to me so I was going to make him lick my ass. I seen him make Chad moan the day before and fancied seeing what it was like but just as Adam was going to do it Scotty hear.” Zach nodded his head sideways.  “He told Adam I wanted him to fuck me , instead of ripping Scotty a new one I took it out on Adam. I raped him, made him piss himself and then got him to drink it up and put a nappy on him. I’m not proud of my part and I can see why I am here.”

“Next up to bat Scotty. “

“I fucked him and humiliated him. “Scotty replied. 

“I wanted a bit more but fuck it. See what you sent me into mother? You gave them a blank check.”

“I should have set boundaries or asked what their intentions were but still that’s my son.”

“SO WAS I! But that didn’t stop you from hanging me out to dry.” Adam snapped. 

“Gabriel let everyone know your part in this.” 

“I seduced Adam. We had sex then I drugged him and gave him to Chase. “

“Yeah that hurt me as I thought you were genuine. So that leaves Chase. Oh I know you are going to relish this but now tell everyone what they set me up for.”

“Gladly,.” Chase grinned. “Before I start can I say what a fantastic job you have done, much better than what I had planned ,even thought it could get worse for me. I  canned his ass hard, I fucking made it bleed.” 

Adam dropped his shorts to show his mum the state of his ass. She gasped at the sight. “Then what Chase?”

“Nothing much to tell really. After that I took you upstairs where I had arranged a party with you as the guest of honour  to promote our frat to about 50/60 high school senior lads. Which Gabriel had kindly spoke with viagra and we let them rape your ass and moth for like four hours it was fun and a little fag like you would have enjoyed it. ” He started to laugh.

Adam seen red, he yanked his shorts up, stormed across the room grabbing the knife on the way and just as he got to Chase arm drawn back about to stike.

“ADAM NO!” Adam froze and turned. 

“Fuck can’t anyone just simply get their revenge without interruptions? What are you doing here?”

“I got a text telling me to meet you here at this precise time but I am now guessing it wasn’t from you however I got excited so I arrived earlier and I was just about to come in when those 3 arrived so I hung backand stayed out of site. I’ve heard it all and as much as he deserves it I can’t let you kill him.  Oli replied.

” Now I’m not going to fight you Adam, besides I want to know why Chase has gone to these lengths. “

“Because he has wrecked my life. Because he lied, I’ve drank cum , piss, been beaten up and raped more than once, not to mention the shit I had to go through to get in this college and gain the trust of my fraternity.  I’ve even been made to eat shit because of Adam.”

” The cum and piss I get, we made you do that and all pledges go through shit but the rest I have nothing to do with. “

“Yes you do,  you little shit.  You labelled me a Male rapiest and it followed me and brought me to coincidentally brought me to the college where your brother was. I don’t know how I got an interview because I had low grades but this was the only college who would look at me. “

“But there was no press release about anything that happened back home. “

“Not entirely true Adam you see the night you attacked me a reporter was at the hospital covering my unexplained attack before you accused me. It was a small article that had my picture on it saying I had been attacked but no details about what happened had been released. It was enough for it to follow me. It put me in our home town and certain people asked our old teammates about me and got your version of the event. As for all pledges well let’s just say it’s not nice having to pleasure an entire frat. I had to sleep every night in a double bed, gag in my mouth head squashed between two bare asses having nothing but farts to sniff all night. Or if the toilet is in use having a lad drunk pissing in your mouth or making me eat his shit. Being whipped, canned, beaten , raped over and over day after day. Until your mum tracked Luke and Tristan down for me and they came here and convinced my frat you were at fault. I was the only pledge for 8 months,  which was funny as 16 others were selected aswell but made them fully brother’s straight away so they could help abuse me for 8 months. The only friend I had in the whole world was Gabriel he never touched me. I got to spend one night a month off duty with just him.”

“Why put yourself through all that?” Oli asked. 

“Them.” Chase nodded at Adam then Jake. ” You see after the shower attack by Adam and the others it was swept under the rug and we had to leave town, infact 4 states away we thought it was far enough. Changed my name to Rory joined a new school even played for the baseball team and everything was settled. I had even dropped the grudge against Adam and just wanted to forget my old life. Was accepted by the team and played really well, until the captain of the team was getting on so well with me his best mate got jealous and went digging. He found the article on line and faked illness to visit our old teammates who happily recorded stories for him to take back.”

“That’s down to him not me.” Adam said. 

“You created the article and the lies he brought back. I remember it now, we had won and coach was happy enough he asked Fletchour captain to lock up as he wanted to get home to his wife. We all laughed and he threw the keys and left. Everything since Joe’s return had been normal I did suspect a thing. ” Tears started to fill Chase’s eyes and his face turned to disgust.

“I was naked and turned to open my locker when all of a sudden I felt massive forced ramming my head into the lockers. My face hit them hard my nose broke and blood pissed out but it didn’t stop them. Tissue was shoved up my nose and I was dragged naked to a bench and bent over.”

“I hear you like to rape lads fag?” Fletch said.

“No.” It sounded funny as I had tissue up my nose. The video clips were played for me. It’s not important who recorded them at that point all I seen was you. Remember how you were raped by the seniors for four hours Adam? That’s how long they took over and over again. Big ones, thick,  long. No one took it easy my arse was bleeding by the time they stop and I was a virgin going in there. At the end of it Joe who was the jealous prick asked them to pin me down on my back then he simply said ” I’ve never trusted you fag, you disgust me , now you either open your mouth so I can take a massive shit in it and you will eat it and anyone else in the team after or we start kicking you hard in the bollocks until you agree to do it,  your choice.” Well as you can imagine I just opened my mouth.  8 OF THEM ADAM, 8 OF THEM SHIT IN MY MOUTH AND MADE ME EAT IT. I was sick over and over again. You got off lightly I could have got quite a few of the seniors to do that to you. Do you know what I done?”

“Reported them I hope.” Adam had a lump in his throat and tears in his eyes as he watched his  ex friend bare all.

Chase sniffed hard. “Went home ran a cold bath and slit my wrists. I was dead for about 45 seconds the emergency responders said. I did that because what happened back home was swept under the rug. Well we moved again this time as far as we could get. My mistake was trying to put it behind me again this time my coach done the digging and he threatened to tell all the jocks in the school and then lock me in the gym naked with them. At first he wanted a hand job every week. Then a blowjob 3 times a week  then he raped me. This time I took pills. I didn’t die but was out for a week. I had to take my finals online after moving again. I had no chance of  college until this one sent me a letter. You see what I didn’t know was your mum and my mum still kept in touch. Your mum knew everything as I told my mum everything and your mum got me the interview. ” 

Adam looked at his mum then Jake’s cock it was rock had droolingwith precum, the rest of the room was captivated with Chases story a few of them had tears in their eyes. Oli seen it and put his hand on Adam’s shoulder. “I’m not going to stop you if you want to make her suck him off you can but what will it achieve?”

“Make me feel better. ” Adam replied. 

“Will it ? At first maybe but you will hate yourself for it. Anyway he’s got to be frustrated as fuck why not make him squirm? You gave him viagra and no one is touching his cock. It must be agony.”

“Well that was fun.” Chase continued distracting Adam from his punishment.” After putting my best foot forward literally my last chance at a life worth living.  Imagine that from being a potential star in MLB to last chance saloon because of a stupid decision in less than a year.  Well the Diem of admission and the Diem after spit roasting me over the desk told me if a fraternity sponsored me then I could attend as long as I serviced them one night a week. “

“You stupid cunt why did you do it?” Adam asked he was even crying now.

“You, you fucking dick, I knew Jake was  attending and I clung on to revenge and with your mum’s help, well here we are. I died because of you.”

” Walk away from this Adam, you haven’t crossed the line of no return yet. Apart from me, Luke and Tristan in this room no one can do anything about this without dropping themselves in it. I hope Luke and Tristan can forgive you as I have?: Oli looked at the two youngsters. 

“Two conditions,  One we have a foursome with you and Adam.  Two we have a threesome where Adam is our bitch?” Tristan said. 

“Done.” Adam said dropping the knife. With tears in his eyes he turned to Chase and said. ” We have fucked each others lifes up. If me and Oli look after you with money if I make it, can you forgive me?”

“One condition,  I want to whisper it.” Chase said. 

Adam walked over preparing for the worst. Chase whispered in his ear. Adam wasn’t disappointed as he went chalk white. Adam undone the restraints on Chase.

He walked to the centre of the room and lay on his back and opened his mouth. Chase approached Adam from his head, he put his feet next to Adams shoulders squatting down, Gabriel starting laughing. 

“What’s so funny?” Jake asked.

” He bet me that by the end of the night he would get to shit in Adams mouth. ” Gabriel replied.

” How much?” Adam asked as he closed his eyes as Chases hole expanded.

” Good job my dad is rich. 1 million dollars.

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 I have loved sex ever since I was a young teenager.  My neighbor, who I mowed his yard for, introduced me to my first gay sexual experience and although I love women, I was addicted to cock from that beginning.  I “mowed” his yard until I turned 17 and got a part time job that took much of my time aong with dating girls at school.

Later in life, I had now been married to a hot and sexy woman for a few years and my sex life was fantastic.  I truly was a lucky man.  My wife went to Ohio for a week to visit her parents with our new son.  I couldn’t go because of work but the grandparents who couldn’t take long drives due to health concerns, wanted to see our son.  At only a few months old, he was still considered a new born and he was most assuredly taking away my sex time with my wife.  Of course I didn’t have any issues with this, my hand simply just stayed busy.  But the week away was needed as well.  I got some much wanted sleep and got back into a groove at work.

Sitting at home, watching some porn on the ole VCR, (this was years ago obviously), I got extremely horny and was in the mood for some personal time for hot one on one sex.  I was bored with my right hand and needed someone badly.  That’s when I remembered the glory hole at the local adult book store.  My mind went there and so I decided my body must follow.  Funny thing, I would not go out with another woman while married, I considered that cheating.  HAHAHA

I took off  straight to the ABS and the lot was farily busy.  This caused me to get excited recognizing the ABS would be hopping with guys.  I entered the store, got a bunch of quarters and went to the back where the booths were.  And boy was I right.  There were men every where. Some old trolls and some hot guys for sure.  So I went to a booth where a couple of really hot guys were standing outside of and gave them both a smile as I entered the booth.

I shut the door but purposely did not latch it shut just in case.  Just in case the booth next to me was either busy or had a guy in there that I wasn’t to excited about.  As soon as I dropped some qauters into the movie machine, I opened my fly and let my already swollen hard cock bounce out.  I was proud of my 7 and one half inch cock  and it always seemed to please both the women and men.

Any way, a brief moment passed and I saw some fingers slide through my hole in the wall.  I moved towards the hole and slid my cock through it and it felt wonderful to have that hot wet mouth waiting.  I moved until my stomach was pressing against the wall and the guy on the other side went to work.  I felt him bobbing up and down and surprisingly several times he swallowed my cock into his throat.  I was trembling and my legs were shaking and I felt as if I was going to drop.  Then I felt the throb and the build up of my explosion about to happen.   And then,  SWOOSH!  I exploded into this guys mouth and he never missed a beat.  Swallowing my massive load and not letting a drop seemingly escape him.  He continued to suck me and lick my cock until it began to grow limp and I pulled back.  He whispered loudly thank you through the hole and left.

I really wasn’t there to get my cock sucked so quickly and although I had just shot a huge load, I was still horny as hell.  I was far from finished with having some fun sex.  Then the booth next to me where the guy who just sucked me was in was quickly entered by another man.  I looked through the hole and it was one of the two guys that was standing in the hall outside my booth.  I stayed there at the hole in the wall and watched him.

He fed the machine some quarters and he then dropped his pants.  OMG I thought to myself.  He was hung.  I had no doubt he was larger than me and I licked my lips with anticipation.  He stood there and I blew my breath into his booth towards his cock.  What was I doing I thought to myself?  I have never sucked a cock through a glory hole before.  It seemed like dirty sex to me and although it turned me on to have a man suck me, I had never given thought of sucking someone like that.  He turned, pointing his gorgeous hard cut cock towards the hole and I just simply blew my breath to his hard cock again.  He moved to the hole and his cock slid through the hole right into my waiting mouth.

Across my lips and into my wet mouth his cock slid.  I shook I was so excited.  What was I doing?  I thought to myself to stop right then and just leave.  But his cock was so hard, his scent was so hot and it was obvious he too was at least like myself, a clean man.  I kept sucking him.  His cock was so big and the head of his dick was so large.  Such a massive mushroom head and after sucking him for a few seconds I pulled off.  I reached through the hole and grabbed his balls.  I massaged them firmly and he seemingly enjoyed it as I heard him moan quite loudly.  I squeezed them gently and finally he pulled back. When I looked down throught the hole he slid his cock back into my mouth, almost poking me in the eye.  Then after a couple of seconds more, he pulled out again.  I saw him through the hole buttining up his pants and leaving.

Damn I thought to myself, I must have been doing a pretty shitty job for a guy to just leave like that.  Then the suprse came.  My door opened and I stood quickly.  It was him.  He walked into my booth and latched the door and I couldn’t take my eyes off the latch after he did.  I had never been that close to a man I had met at a book store before.  I had only been that close to men I had chemistry with and knew and I was always the “man in charge” if you would.  But this man had my attention and I was so turned on I could barely stand.  He reached out to me with his hands and grabbed the back of my head.  He pulled me to him and said into my ear, “you are a sexy little bitch”.  What the fuck did he just call me?  I had never been any mans bitch.  Then I heard, “And you are so nervous, God that is so sexy to me my sweet little bitch boy.”

I couldn’t say a word to him.  I was absolutely shocked and surprised a man stood in front of me and was basically ruling over me like I was his little girl or something.  Then another first happened.  He pulled me up to his face level and kissed me.  At first I didn’t respond in any way but after a few seconds, I couldn’t stand it any longer.  I think it was that second I realized he had me and I kissed him back.  Deeply and passionately we kissed and this made me so much more turned on and I felt like I wanted him more than I had wanted any  man in my life before.  I was kissing a man and I was fucking loving it.  It was insanely hot!

He pulled my polo shirt off and threw it on the bench and immediately began sucking my nipples.  Another first.  I had never felt a man doing that to me.  I seriously was having issues just standing.  I was trembling so much and it was obvious I was having problems standing.  Then he leaned into me and held me tight as he told me “Baby you are one hot little bitch and I am going to take you home after you suck my cock to bide me over until we get there.”  Al I could say to him was “Yes sir.”

He let me sit back onto the bench and he undid his pants, releasing that gorgeous cock once again.  I immediately went down on him, cupping his balls and sucking his cock for everything I could give him.  He was holding the back of my head, guding me with his strokes and speed.  I squeezed his balls and sucked his cock fervently and I knew he couldn’t last long.  “That’s it baby, suck my cock.  You fucking love it.  That’s right my little bitch. Damn that feels so fucking good.”  Louder and louder his voice got.  “Yeah baby, suck it good, hell yeah, don’t stop, don’t stop.” 

 Sure enough I felt his body tense and his cock began to throb.  At this point he turned me on so much because he said in a quite loud voice, Oh Damn my little bitch boy, I’m gonna feed you some hot cum.  Swallow every drop my sweet little bitch boy.”  I had no doubts anyone near my booth could hear him and I knew there was someone in the next booth watching us.  I simply sucked his cock with all the passion I could muster.  

His body jerked and his cock throbbed and he buried his cock into my throat. I felt his cum splashing against the back of my throat and I gagged a little.  This was not my first rodeo of deep throating a mans cock so I was not too surprised by this.  But I pulled back slightly and continued to suck him.  “Fuck yes, oh fuck yes, oh shit man that was fucking amazing” as he kept sliding his cock across my lips.  Never in a soft voice did he say any of these things and I was in a mood to where I felt like I was actually doing what I was supposed to do.

When I finished draining his cock and swallowing every last drop of his thick massive load, and it was a huge load, he pulled me up and handed me my shirt.  Put that on baby and follow me when I leave.  I want you in bed tonight.  All I said was yes sir.  He finished buttoning up his pants and I myself finished dressing and he opened the door.  There were several people standing there and as we walked out my new friend told the guys standing there, “Gentelemen, you will not be this lucky tonight, he is going home with me.”  A few guys laughed and a few clapped as they all dispersed.

Once outside he told me his name was David and told me to follow him home.  I did and we had amazing and wild sex for hours.  But that is another story.  All I can say now is that it was the msot amazing sex I ever had with another man and it most assuredly ranked with the most amazing sex I had ever in my life.

And yes, I saw him numerous times after that night as well.  There was no way in hell I was going to give him up for sure.

I’d been invited to spend a long weekend with a group of my fiends in Anaheim. I was a bit apprehensive at first but given I had known my fiends for over 35 years I accepted.  I traveled from Oregon by Amtrak as I wanted to explore the American continent. 

Yes it would have quicker to fly but I had lots of time to kill.I had a deluxe sleeper and it proved to be popular as during the journey of just over 30 hours, I had a young guy in my bed wanting raw daddy dick in him.  This young lad was just 18. While waiting for my train to pull into the station, a young guy had been cruising me and I had cruising him. Fuck he was up for it big style. 

I had thought of talking him into the restroom but the announcement that the train was approaching made think again.  Lucky for both the young guy and me we were in the same xar and next door to each other on the train which was great.

Too be honest this was my first encounter with a Black lad, but his age was no big deal as I’d been with many young lads and it was young lads that turned me on big style.I was shown into my deluxe sleeper by the porter who also was sexy as fuck and surely in need of a white daddy dick, but he never made any pass at me.  

When he left there was a knock on my door, I opened the door and found that young black lad. I invited him in. He began kissing me passionately and within a few seconds we both naked and ready for action. I pulled the bed down and on it we got. We both gave each other great blowjobs and even 69.  

I changed position so I could rim his willing boy cunt with my tongue. Fuck he was in heaven by this time and desperately in need of me plugging my 11 inch deep up him. He had made my dick very wet and very hard from his blowjob so I wasted no time in giving him what he desperately wanted, a daddy dick. 

This young guy had an impressive 10 incher but he was bottom and this daddy knew how to please him. I fucked him hard and without mercy for a good 35 minutes before I exploded deep into his boy cunt and continued fucking him while I was cumming. 

Fuck he took over 2 days worth of cum from me. This lads name was Leroy. Leroy told me to pull out so that he could suck my dick clean as he didn’t want to waste any cum from a white daddy. Leroy soon had my dick in his mouth sucking me clean. Once clean, Leroy and me just lay in each others arms on the bed.

We got dressed and headed off to the restaurant car for our evening meal. In the restaurant car we had a table for 2, sitting opposite each other.

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The first day of class was cool I liked all my professors seemed cool but the strangest thing happened today I was walking and I seen Armando with two chicks and I said what’s up bro and he looked over said what’s up and kept walking like he never seen me before… This had me more confused than ever… I went to the library to write a intro to Psychology paper but after awhile I realized I had been sitting there almost three hours and I hadn’t even written a page yet I couldn’t get Armando off my mind…

I grabbed my stuff and went by the cafe and got something to eat and the guy told me to eat quick or take it to my dorm because it was almost freshman curfew so I scarfed down some nachos and then grabbed some pizza to take back to the room… I gotta admit I was kinda avoiding going to the dorm I didn’t know what to expect…

But when I walked in there was Armando wearing the same blue green and black plaid boxers and black socks playing ps4 and he turned around and said bout time bro I was getting worried I been waiting on you a few hours now…. And I could tell from the look on his face that he had been blowing smoke without me but he said he had something special for me to try…

And he pulled out a bag of gummi worms and I snatched the bag and said I love gummies worms bro lol and he said well you might wanna slow down because you never had a gummi worm like this before and he took one out the bag and put it in my mouth I instantly tasted something weird but the taste was kinda familiar and then it hit me it was the taste from puffin the day before… He said this way we don’t get in trouble for the smell of smoke in our dorm! But he told me since I was a beginner I could only have two gummi worms now but there were more than 50 he ate 5 of them and then he pulled out another bag of gummi worms but he said don’t worry these are regular and you can eat them all man lol 

And I could tell we were feeling good Because we both somehow ended up laying on the floor laughing in our boxers and he was feeding me gummi worms but I couldn’t help but ask him if he seen me earlier today? And he said yea bro I said what’s up to you… And then he said look man I’ve never had a friend that makes me feel like you do its weird and he said as crazy as it sounds he panicked earlier and didn’t know what to expect from me at that point! And at that moment I told him let’s make a deal bro we do whatever we want behind closed doors but in public we don’t talk about it or anything like that but we can still be friends… He agreed

We chatted for awhile longer and then he asked me to rub his feet so I started rubbing his feet through his socks and I could tell he was really enjoying it… And then he said Damn I’m fucking hungry bro and I remembered I had pizza threw a few slices in the microwave and we smashed them then he said your parents must spoil you bro you got a microwave and a mini fridge lol and then I said yea right my folks are cheap man I had to work all summer to get this microwave and mini fridge but they are paying for college tho… But I told him whatever I have always feel free man we both drank a soda burped and got ready for bed that’s when we finally realized that it wasn’t freezing anymore and noticed a note on the back of the door saying they fixed the a.c.

Part of me was a little disappointed because now there was no reason for him to sleep in my bed again.. We both got in our separate beds and he said good night bro I said good night Mr Sanchez… Not even five minutes later he was snoring sleep so I turned over to relax and go to sleep about a hour later he was still snoring but I was wide awake.. I got up to go take a piss in the bathroom and must have made too much noise because when I came out he was woke and he said what’s wrong bro you can’t sleep yawning….

I said I can’t get comfortable and then he giggled and he said I know what you need bro and he got up smacked me on my ass through my boxers and said come on big head and he got in my bed under the blanket with his arms open reaching saying come on now so we can go to sleep so I got back in bed and he pulled my body into his very tight squeezing me and I could feel his dick through his boxers against my ass through my boxers….

And then he said I wanna try something different I can feel him moving down in the bed and then he pulled my dick out and started stroking it and I could feel his face close to my ass and then he started nibbling biting my ass through my boxers and I started moaning i couldn’t hold it in and he said Damn I love when you moan like that and he pulled down my boxers and started tonguing my ass deep I instantly started clenching the sheets I had never felt anything so good in my life and my leg started shaking rapidly panting heavily quivering I could feel the sensation through my entire body my toes curled I know that my face probably looked crazy I was making noises that I have never made me awww fuck Armando what are you doing to me it feels so good SHIT ARMANDO IM GONNA CUM AWWWWWWWWWWW SHIT 

AND THEN HE SCREAMED 

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he said Damn that was fucking hot bro I love when we cum together like that! 

We Cleaned up and then he grabbed me close again and said yea bro but I hadn’t said anything so I said yea what? And he said yea bro behind closed doors you are mine and nothing else or no else matters I feel safer with you than I have ever felt man I can’t really explain it but you make me feel ways that I have never felt before you make me wanna do things I never done… And then he kissed the back of my head and said gets some sleep good night Mr Collins and I said good night Mr Sanchez….

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