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  • Humiliated by an internet Master

    As a gay boy in a small town in Texas I had a hard time fitting in. I didn’t have any friends in my home town. I could only find them on the internet. I knew that I was attracted to men rather than women which thanks to my internet friends I realized is absolutely ok. What I had a harder time dealing with were my odd fetishistic fantasies. On Sundays in church I’d be hard as a rock because all the boys were wearing sexy suits and sitting down to show their dark dress socks. I would always when we came back home go back into my room and jerk off a load thinking about them. When my parents would be away I would sometimes take rope from my dads garage and tie myself up in a suit and my otc dress socks. It would get me so turned on.

    So after a while of just being alone I decided to sign up to a foot/tickle fetish chat room where I met a lot of different guys. This one guy whose nickname was DaddysFeet had me intrigued. He was older than me 47 he said and we kept talking from time to time. He revealed his real name was Daniel, he was 6’3 and had a huge crush on me. After a while we exchanged pics started talking more regularly and then one day he said he was gonna be in the Dallas area and if I would want to meet with him. He was absolute dreamboat daddy and I said yes. The day we were supposed to meet I wore a blue suit, white shirt, brown tie, blue pants, brown leather tassel loafers, over-the-calf navy goldtoe dress socks. I left home at midnight when everyone was asleep through the window in my room. I went on a train to Dallas (it’s like a half an hour ride). So at Dallas I went to the hotel he asked me to go to it was had a big lobby and I was looking for him in there. He said he would be sitting there in a grey suit with a red tie. I looked around at all the men in suits mouth watering. At last I found him. He was fucking hot sitting there reading a newspaper in his grey suit legs crossed showing off his beautiful black dress socks. And then towering over me 5’7 his 6’3 self when I came up to him. “Well hello there young man!” he said very properly. “Hi!” I said looking at him not believing that such a beautiful man wanted to meet me.

    We went up to his room which he opened with his key. I stepped inside and noticed that this wasn’t just a regular hotel room – it was a sex dungeon. There were all manner of kinky devices like handcuffs, rope, blindfolds, dildos, a big X, tickle chairs and other stuff like that. Another feature I noticed in there were a few men who looked around Daniel’s age. “Uhhh… I thought we would have some alone time?” I looked at Daniel with confusion who was now locking the door behind him. “Yeah we will have alone time” he said calmly “plus a few other people will just join in for that alone time.” “Wait what? I didn’t agree to this!” I said trying to escape the room but Daniel towering over me he pushed me deeper into the room. “Well don’t you try anything!” said one of the suited men in there while grabbing my arm. I felt a presence behind me grab me around my waist and pull towards himself and raise me. “No stop! Stop!” I said while my boner was growing wild in my pants. “Please put me MMPHHHH…!!!” I couldn’t plead anymore because I had a gag in my mouth. “Now that’s better” said a man in a black suit while locking my feet into stocks that made me bend at my knees. Now I was in another city tied up and gagged kneeling in front of 5 men I didn’t know in a hotel room. That was kinda turning me on.

    Daniel was sitting in a chair in front of me while the 5 other guys were buzzing around me trying to tie me up so I wouldn’t be able to get out. There was a construction around my neck so I wouldn’t be able to move my head down I was now sitting chin up very uncomfortably. He was looking at me with a smirk on his face as his shoe was rubbing my hard dick through my pants. “And you didn’t want to stay…” he said smiling totally enjoying the power he had over me. “MMMPH….” is all I could say back to him. He kept rubbing my dick with his beautiful shiny shoe as I kept being stuck in this one position and very hard. I was still struggling and trying against the ropes and stocks “MMMPH….” but they were too strong for me. “You won’t be able to escape this now” Daniel said as I saw him start taking off his shoes. His feet are huge. He said they were size 14s and I really believe him. I felt the stink of his feet from down the floor as he took of his shoes now revealing his black goldtoes I was about to loose my mind the smell made me so hard! “Wow you get even more excited from this?” Daniel said looking at my boner grow in my pants “how about this?” he said shoving his amazing legs right in my face. Now I could feel the intoxicating aroma in full force. I started humping the air immediately I was so hard I would want to have this smell always right in my nose. “Wow look at you being a bitch for my socked feet!” Daniel said and laughed. I didn’t care I kept sniffing the intoxicating smell of his socks. I couldn’t get enough. “Ok that’s enough” he took his feet away from my face making me very sad. I felt again how much strain the ties had on my body and how uncomfortable the position I was in was. Most hurt came from my bulging, throbbing erection. I felt it being painful. “mmmph…” is all I could do and groan in agony. Daniel seemed to like that as his eyes flashed and he started rubbing my tie with his feet. He put his feet on my chest, rubbing my hard nipples through my shirt. I moaned and groaned through the gag and moved as I felt the ecstasy that comes from being handled by some amazingly manly feet. He went down my chest to my groin and now with his socked feet started rubbing my erection through my pants. I couldn’t hold in my moans anymore they kept getting louder. I was so frustrated by not being able to cum. It was awful but I loved it so much.

    After a while of him playing with me and me being so frustrated and turned on he told one of the suited men in the room to take off the head holder. He took it off me and I immediately slouched over. I was powerless in front of him. He had beaten me down and I submitted to his feet. Daniel grabbed my head to raise it and looked me in the eyes. “Will you promise me you won’t make any noise if I let them take off this gag and you will just silently worship my feet?” I nodded. I would do anything to get a taste of some amazing older man feet and dress socks. He showed one of the guys to take off my gag. My jaw was in pain so it felt good to have it off me. “So?” Daniel said wiggling his toes on the floor. I tried to get down to his beautiful dress socks but I couldn’t because my feet and my arms were restrained by the stocks. “Ugh…” he said as he raised his feet to my face. I immediately started sniffing them. Their smell filling my nose immediately and making me feel like I was in heaven. “Stop sniffing them and suck on my sock!” he commanded me. “Sorry Daniel…” I said and tried to put his toes into my mouth but he kicked my face. “From now on you call me Master Daniel!” he said very authoritatively “and I want you to kiss my feet 10 times and say ‘I’m sorry Master Daniel’ after every single kiss!” “Yes Master Daniel” I said and started kissing his foot looming in front of my face. “smooch… I’m sorry Master Daniel… smooch… I’m sorry Master Daniel… smooch… I’m sorry Master Daniel… smooch… I’m sorry Master Daniel…” I herd giggling from the other side of the room and as I was kissing and apologizing I noticed Master point at something. It was an ottoman that was brought under his feet which he planted on the ottoman and I kept kissing. “smooch… I’m sorry Master Daniel… smooch… I’m sorry Master Daniel… smooch… I’m sorry Master Daniel…” he looked really pleased. He was grabbing at his pants with a noticeable erection as I kept kissing and apologising. “smooch… I’m sorry Master Daniel… smooch… I’m sorry Master Daniel… smooch… I’m sorry Master Daniel…” As I said the last one he grabbed the back of my head with one of his feet and pulled me into the other foot. “Open your mouth!” Master Daniel commanded me and I opened my mouth as I felt him put pressure from above with his foot as his other foot went into my mouth. It went deeper into my mouth. I felt myself gagging but he was relentless. Master liked it even when I was gagging so hard. He pushed harder. “Say when you’ve had enough and I’ll let go” he said very facetiously. “gurgle… ghhh… hhhh…” was everything I could say. Though I was in a lot of pain I was very turned on. This was what would happen in my wildest dreams and now it was happening in real life. I hope I can come back home after this. But this thought was interrupted by master “You ok there?” he said without an ounce of care in his voice. I felt him put more pressure on my head his foot sliding further down my throat. He started wiggling his toes what felt like right in my throat “GGGGHHHHHHH…. HHHHH….” my eyes bulged up I started crying but the taste. The taste of his sweaty damp feet was everything I ever wished for. It was pain and pleasure at the same time. He eased his other foot and I my head shot up. “Well if it was so painful you were gonna cry you should’ve just told me. I said to say when.” he said while the other guys in the room were laughing at my position. I was so humiliated and turned on! 

    He kept humiliating me other ways shoving both his feet in my mouth and forcing them into my mouth at the same time. It felt like my mouth was gonna rip apart but I loved it. Then again started rubbing my hard cock through my pants as all I could do was moan and groan, one of his friends took off my loafers and started tickling my feet making me laugh so hard I couldn’t catch breath, they taped shoes to my face, made me wash dirty socks in my mouth while laughing at me. I was humiliated anyway possible until Master at last said “Ok it’s getting late now” it has been hours since I got there the sun was coming up and I was tired. All the guys circled around me looking really hot towering over me as I was looking up at them from my position. All of them started taking off their shoes and then taking off their socks. One of the guys shoved his socks in my mouth I tried to fight back but to no use as they started tickling my extremely ticklish feet. I couldn’t fight back laughter and while my mouth was gaping open they shoved 5 pairs of OTC socks in my mouth the last pair was Master Daniels pair which I had cleaned. They used that pair of socks to tie around my mouth like a ballgag. Then they taped my mouth shot. Now I had a fucking full mouth of dirty socks and though they tasted amazing and kept my boner getting even harder it was so humiliating. Then they all circled around me and unzipped their pants grabbing their throbbing dicks above me and started jerking off. I tried to wiggle myself out from under them but it was too late. They all came on me. My face covered in cum this was the ultimate humiliation. After that Master Daniel left me in the room with the other 5 guys who started to force me to sniff their feet. I kept doing that until Master came back. I felt a cloth on my face it smelled odd and made me feel a bit nauseous. Then I realized I was falling asleep, I was being drugged.

    Next thing I know is I am pigtied. My suit taken off me all I had on was my dark navy goldtoe otcs and orange briefs. I felt all the socks in my mouth, my mouth gaping open but sealed close with duct tape. My jaw in pain. I was in a crammed space. Scared with a boner in my underwear. I herd a lot of moaning and groaning around me “mmmph… mmmph… mmph…”. Where was I going? What would they do to me now?

  • The Neighbour’s exhibitionist son

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     The boy had become a man and I had witnessed the changes and transformations, observing as he began to push through the chrysalis of his youth, eventually shrugging it off the shell to display his manhood, quite literally.

    His dark blonde hair had gone from a limp lifeless lack of style to now being slickly parted on one side with hair product giving it volume on top, and cropped number one  back and sides. The lean almost scrawny body that once lacked any shape or form was now muscular and manly, his fashionable fitted clothes ensuring that he showed it off.

    Tim greeted me as usual in the morning, not once acknowledging the previous night as he spoke cheerfully, my attention drifting down the tight fitting white T that hugged his tapered torso, and lower to the faded skinny jeans and how snug a fit they were at the crotch.

    I could make out the side that he was dressed, and found it easy visualise how his cock would look hanging between those muscular thighs right now. But having seen him naked so many times in his room I didn’t really need the silhouette to imagine how his cock looked.

    We eventually went our separate ways with a goodbye and I wondered if I should have brought up his previous evening’s entertainment at the window, not to mention my own display.

    That night I was running late and I dashed up to the spare room and found Tim already in his room naked. I watched through the binoculars, his flaccid dick flopping around as he wondered about his room in his usual fashion, ever so comfortable in his skin. So I watched for a while longer whilst he was still unaware.

    I turned on the lamp and immediately his gaze was out the large window and across the void between us. Tim picked something up and held it against the window, a piece of paper with a phone number written upon it.

    With my mobile phone quickly pulled from my pocket I tapped out the digits and waited for it to ring. He must have had an ear piece in ready, I watched his fingers go to the side of his head, the brief ringing replaced by the sound of Tim’s breathing, his hand reaching down as he began to grope himself, tugging and pulling, quickly starting to awaken his dick as he looked in my direction.

    His dick didn’t grow much, but then there was no need considering the five or six inches of length when soft.

    Tim said nothing, so I began the dialogue “do you like me watching you play with yourself? Spying on you in your private moments when you are alone in your room, naked and stroking your cock”

    There is a sharp intake of breath followed by “yeah I do”

    “I can see that you are almost fully hard already” I commented as he began to wank “stroke it slower, there is no rush” I added

    Tim’s pace slowed down at my request

    “Put some lubrication on your cock and grease it up good for me”

    Tim went to fetch his personal lubricant and returned to the window before applying it. I watched his hand glide up and down his glistening wet cock as I listened to his groans of pleasure.

    “Put your hands behind your back so I can admire your cock”

    Tim complied and I scrutinized the impressive engorged member as it bobbed a little, the blood pumping up the long length, the foreskin pulling tight around the large crimson head.

    “You like to show off don’t you? Showing off that big ol’ cock of yours”

    I didn’t need a reply, his cock jumped as confirmation.

    “Now spit on your palm and smear it over your big cock. I want to see you wanking for me”

    I heard him as he spat on his hand and watched as he applied it obediently, his breathing shallow and punctuated by the occasional gasp for air. He stared out the window directly at me, stroking his man sized length proudly.

    We continued the game for a while. When he began to pick up the pace I would order him to slow down, and when he looked to be getting too close I would order him to stop.

    I had him playing with his nipples, first tenderly, then pulling and twisting roughly. I had him turning his back to me and showing off his butt, getting him to spread his firm cheeks and lean forward.

    He obeyed my every command, even when his face looked like he was desperate to cum. But again and again I prevented him, until finally he got the courage to  ask with breathless words “I need to cum, can I cum?”.

    I left a purposeful silence, not responding to his request and making him simmer for a little while, until he doubted I had even heard him. His voice sounded desperate as he asked yet again, this time begging “please may I cum”

    I smirked and responded in a whisper “go on… shoot your load for me”

    His whimpers and groans filled my ear and at last I would get to hear as well as see him shoot his spunk. His body shook and quivered, his knees buckling, his voice trembling as he spoke “I am going to cum… I am going to cum… I am going to cum”.

     His thick load was expelled with force, big globules of nut butter landing on his cheek, chin and mouth. As his body convulsed in a fit of orgasm he stuck his tongue out and removed the jizz from his lips.

     “Thank you” Tim said with a sigh of relief as his muscular body relaxed, his cock still gripped by his fist. I watched as he loosened his grip and raised his palm to his mouth, his tongue lapping his hand hungrily. “Oh yeah” I groaned as I began to wank with a rapid pace, excited by watching him devour his own spunk. He tugged on his softening cock and scooped up a further batch which he licked at as he looked in my direction, listening to the excitement in my breathing as I announced my own ejaculation loudly “I am going to fucking cum!”…

    My phone was flashing when I picked it up before walking the dog the following morning. I swiped the screen to see a message from Tim with a video file attached. I smiled and opened the file, his sexy face filling the small screen, his crystal like sapphire eyes twinkling mischievously.

    He held the phone out and I could make out that he was the living room, and there in the background fast asleep on the couch, his dad. Tim held the phone at a different angle to show that his sweatpants were halfway down his thighs and his cock was stood proudly.

    The phone was held alongside his cock as he stroked, his dad visible just feet away, oblivious to his son’s bold actions and the part he was playing.

    I could relate to the thrill he was experiencing as he recorded himself masturbating in close proximity of his slumbering father, the risk factor adding to the sensation. The exhibitionist in him probably needing to push the boundaries occasionally to experience the same high the way a drug user has to up the dose.

    Tim stepped sideways, closer to his dad whose snores could be heard loudly over the phone speaker, his mouth open wide as Tim got as close as he dared, his erection just a foot at most away from his dad’s face before the video ended.

    Fuck I was aroused and horny as hell having seen the brief video clip. I quickly sent a text message response with a multiple thumbs up icons before watching it on repeat and furiously wanking off a load.


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  • Loose End

    “So, do they have classes in lighthouses here?”

    I looked up from where I was scanning the brochure for a lighthouse off the coast at the mouth of Plymouth Bay where one could vacation for a night or more. But I had photos and layouts of other lighthouses surrounding me at the library table, as well. He looked vaguely familiar, like I’d seen him around the college once or twice earlier—but just recently. And I think I noted him following me with his eyes before out on the campus. I was an architect student at MassArt—the Massachusetts College of Art and Design—in Boston.

    “Part of a class,” I answered. “I’m in architecture. We’re studying lighthouses now, and there’s one over by Plymouth Bay where I can stay for a week and study a lighthouse up close.”

    “Neat,” he said and sat down across the table from me. He’d already taken a laptop out of a case and set it down on the table. He looked too old to be a student. He looked more like a lawyer, and he looked like he was something beyond thirty and must have had a good job because his clothes, sports jacket, tailored slacks, and a well-cut dress shirt looked like money. He wasn’t overly muscular; he was slim. But he looked like he spent time keeping in shape. He probably had his hair trimmed every week.

    I was drawn to older men, usually older than he was, but, like I did with all men these days, I assessed him as a sex partner and found him attractive. Not that I was looking for anyone. I was all set up—maybe more than I had intended to be. Bob was possessive, and he could be intense. He certainly was secretive about me, although I could readily understand why.

    In fact, I wasn’t looking at the lighthouse brochure just because my class was studying them at the moment. Bob had suggested—sort of more than suggested—that he wanted me to disappear for a while because the press was nosing around too much and it was a touchy time. The election was coming up.

    The lighthouse idea had occurred to me because it would be so isolated. Or maybe Bob had suggested that as well. I couldn’t remember which. The Duxbury Lighthouse wasn’t in Plymouth Bay—it was off the mouth of the bay. It was barely within sight of the coast, and it was out there, isolated, in the water. I’d be dropped there, on my own, for however long it was rented for me. I could call into the coast if I needed something or wanted to get off, but I’d otherwise be as good as disappeared. Bob had said he’d be happy to cover the cost. He obviously wanted me out of the way for a while.

    I thought the guy who sat down across from me might say something else, but he got busy staring into his laptop and furiously keying away from time to time in spurts. It was like he was having a conversation with someone somewhere other than here. We were in the college library and I was studying for a class on lighthouse design. I suppose I’d have been irritated if he’d said more initially, but since he didn’t, I wanted him to. I was about to go for lunch but thought it would be rude if I packed up just as he sat down. And, besides, he was good to look at.

    “I guess I look a little old to be taking classes here,” he said, giving me a smile, when he looked up from his laptop and saw that I was looking at him. “I’m a lawyer,” he said.

    Called it, I thought.

    “And my Boston firm has gotten into a series of cases concerning dynamic media. None of us knew what that was, and MassArt has an introductory class in it, so I’m auditing that.”

    “Makes sense,” I said, shuffling round in the papers I had spread out on the tabletop. I didn’t want to seem too eager to talk to him.

    “You know anything about dynamic media?” he asked. “I’m lost with it at the moment,” he continued. “Your lighthouse there looks more interesting. Can I look at that brochure?”

    “Sure,” I said, handing it over. “Well, I took that introductory course.”

    “Which one?”

    “The introductory course here on dynamic media.”

    “Oh, right. And you understood it all?”

    “Well, most of it.”

    We both heard the “Shush” and looked around at the same time to see the admonishing librarian. I looked at him and he looked at me and we smiled conspiratorially. It was sort of an ice breaker. We both were naughty boys—together. I can’t say I would mind being really naughty with him—together—if I didn’t already have a man to be naughty with, which I did. Although my man came with complications.

    “I’m Scott. Scott Pawley,” he said in a voice “shushed” enough that the librarian didn’t look up again. He gave me a sunny smile. He gave the brochure a scan and typed something into his laptop. Then he handed it back and mouthed a “Thanks.”

    “I’m Drew,” I said.

    “I’m about to knock off for lunch,” he said, again in sotto voce, “I’d pay for yours if you’d answer some question on the dynamic media thing. My firm would pick up the tab. They didn’t tell me how I could get the information they need.”

    “Sure, why not? I’m hungry too,” I said as I started gathering up my papers.

    * * * *

    An hour and a half later, lawyer Scott from the library and I were standing in an embrace beside the bed in his Columbus Avenue apartment near the Boston Back Bay Metro Station. We’d gotten each other naked. His body was harder and more in shape than I had thought it would be, and his erection was arresting. He was holding our cocks together and frotting them as we kissed and I dug my fingers into his shoulder blades.

    It hadn’t been hard for him to get me into this position. I’d liked the look of him from the start and I was a randy guy. I was a little pissed at Bob at that moment too, of him vacillating between being possessive and not wanting me to be seen with him in public. I made my way by selling my body. I was owned at the moment by a man in his fifties who was busy, busy, busy and took me for granted. Scott had said he lived near enough to MassArt that we could buy something and take it back to his apartment to discuss dynamic media in private.

    When he’d taken out his wallet to dig out a credit card to pay the bill for lunch, he had two fifties out and put them in front of me on the table. “Will that cover it?” he asked, and by then we both knew what he was asking.

    He didn’t really want to discuss dynamic media, and neither did I. He had smooth moves and was a good kisser. His apartment spoke as much of money as his clothes had done. I like nice things. I liked him. I liked his money. I liked his kisses, and I liked his hands gliding on my naked body.

    He turned me to the bed and I got the hint that he wanted me kneeling on his bed, so I went down on my knees on the edge of the bed and, with a moan, lowered my chest to the bedspread. I turned my face toward the solid wall of glass overlooking the South End urban scape and extended my arms out from my body in a submissive “take me” stance.

    “Be good to me,” I begged.

    I moaned as he tongued my hole and sucked my cock and balls, and then I cried out and clutched up bunches of the bedspread with my fists as, after I’d heard the snap of the condom being smoothed out, he mounted and entered and entered and entered me and began to pump. He reached under me and brushed the hand away I’d wrapped around my cock as he doggie fucked me, and I sighed my satisfaction as he handed my cock himself and did the honors for me. He paid attention to me in ways that Bob didn’t anymore. He took me all the way.

    Lights were coming on in the city, as we sat side by side, naked, on a sofa in his living room and drank glasses of what he told me was very good scotch. I wasn’t sophisticated enough to know good scotch from just drinkable. “You were worth it,” he said, reminding me he’d paid for me and I had just been his rent-boy for a short time. “When can I see you again? Soon, I hope. We didn’t really get to talk about dynamic media, and I want to do you again.”

    “Do you really want to learn about dynamic media?” I asked.

    “I really want to fuck you again,” he said, and we both laughed.

    “Maybe not until Monday,” I said. “I have a paper to write and Bob is in Boston this weekend. He’ll be in Washington for meetings at the beginning of the week.”

    “So, you live with a man?”

    “Yes. Does that bother you?”

    “No, not at all. Not as long as I’m as good or better than he is in bed with you.”

    “You’re younger than he is.”

    “And is that good?”

    “It isn’t bad. And you fucked me twice.”

    “And that’s . . . ?”

    “Better,” I said, flashing him a smile.

    “Just because I did it twice?”

    “No, not really,” I answered. I saw no reason not to be honest. “You did it better both times.”

    “And he pays you well?”

    “Quite well.”

    “And what do you do for him for the money? Do you give him head?”

    “Sometimes.”

    “Before or after anal sex?”

    “Yes.”

    “I like it afterward.”

    “Do you?” I could take a hint. I was a little surprised that it came out as growled demand, but that aroused me.

    “Go on your knees to me. Suck my cock.”

    I was a true submissive. Being commanded turned me on. Somehow Scott knew exactly what would motivate me to do what he wanted. In that he was better than State Senator Robert Bromley was. Bob could get so much more from me if he just commanded it. But he was a politician. He was still wheeling and dealing even when I was riding his cock.

    I went down on my knees, placed my hands on Scott’s knees, and pulled them apart. He lay back in the sofa, turning his face up to the ceiling, and moaning, as I took his cock in my mouth.

    “You make me happy but hold me off for fifteen minutes, there will be another fifty in it for you,” he murmured. Luckily, there was a clock on the nearby credenza where we both could see it. He picked up his glass of scotch and swilled and sipped on it as I gave him expert, prolonged edging head.

    Three hours previously I hadn’t known he existed. Now he knew me so well. And he knew me biblically. Before I left him that day, he knew me biblically again.

    * * * *

    It was times like this that I believed Bob had rented this apartment on Centre Street, in Roxbury, a dozen blocks from MassArt, solely because the building had a back lobby, with a freight elevator, that provided private entry through the apartment’s kitchen. It was a very nice apartment, especially since I wasn’t paying for it. But it served as much as the state senator’s secret hidey hole for whatever he was doing that he didn’t want the public to know about as it was a way to keep me under his control and at his beck and call—or at least he assumed it did.

    There were two bedrooms, but one of them he kept for doing the nefarious part of his business and for storing records and such for transactions he didn’t want to acknowledge publicly. I had a single bed in this room and half of the closet and bureau drawers. The other bedroom, the bigger bedroom, with a bathroom attached, was just for his use, whenever he used the apartment, and this was where he lay on top of me when he chose to do so. And, as I’d learned, this was where I’d entertain his friends and business partners who were inclined to fuck young men.

    He had a “pretend” family elsewhere for public show, although I’m not sure Robert Bromley’s wife was as amenable to the living arrangements as I was. His public family didn’t live in Boston, though, and most of his business, as a Massachusetts state senator who was running for the U.S. Senate, was here in Boston, the state capital. So, an average of four nights of the week he was here, in the apartment, in the master bedroom, on top of me. He fucked me every night when he was in residence, and sometimes in the afternoon too, when the adrenaline of the fight for position coursed through his veins.

    He was in his fifties, well-groomed and manicured, handsome, and just a bit jowly and padded. He was the consummate Crest-smile politician who had gone to Harvard as a fourth-generation legacy student, pledged his father’s and grandfather’s off-campus fraternity, and played on the football team. He was brash and manly and virile and hung. When he fucked it was all about him, but I liked older men and I liked to be controlled and even slapped around a bit, and he left me humming after he’d manhandled and fucked me—every single time.

    I also liked having nice things and saving the rent money while I was paying my way through college. I took tricks on the side to make my way, but Bromley didn’t need to know that. The time he had to spend with me was pretty regimented and scheduled.

    If I didn’t take tricks on the side perhaps I’d resent that he occasionally gave me to an associate for one-time use, but I reasoned with myself that that was part of paying the rent.

    The day after I’d met and been fucked by the lawyer, Scott Pawley, was one of those days—a day when the use of the apartment was explained and that Bob gifted me to one of his associates—actually two of them—and stayed around to watch me be mauled and laid.

    Of high use that afternoon was the freight elevator at the back of the apartment house and the door from the back foyer on my floor into the apartment kitchen. This wasn’t a meeting for public knowledge. Senator Bromley was the first to arrive. He’d called ahead to tell me to tidy up the apartment, to check the beer and snacks supplies, and to be there to serve an impromptu meeting he was calling. If I had a class, he wanted me to cut it. I was needed to be there to keep the guys he was meeting served—and, as it turned out, serviced.

    There were five of them who arrived, one at a time, all of them surreptitiously looking around them as if they didn’t want to be caught here meeting with the rest, and all of them coming up the back and through the kitchen.

    They met around the dining table and spoke in low, conspiratorial tones, breaking off when I came around with snack replenishments, fresh beer, and, as needed, packs of cigarettes and cigars. They all were jittery, except for Bob and some bulky, coarse-looking, man in an ill-fitting suit, who spoke broken English in some sort of Slavic accent. I recognized two of them as men who had business dealings with the senator, but I also knew those dealings weren’t aboveboard, so I pretended I had never seen either of them before—even, when standing near the table to exchange a full bowl of peanuts for an empty one, one of them grabbed one of my butt cheeks and squeezed. I stood there, letting him feel me up, until he was satisfied. I knew Bob would want me to do that.

    One of the guys was just one of Bob’s bodyguards, one who was a nasty piece of work. I knew that he was the one Bob went to for dirty work, but I pretended I didn’t know that. I instinctively knew that a guy could know too much of the senator’s business for his own good.

    Despite the low tones they were conversing in, I got the gist that they were talking about the senator’s election campaign for the U.S. Senate and where the needed second influx of money was going to come from and how it would be cleaned. Beyond that, I didn’t want to know anything and I closed my ears to the talk.

    When the smoke over the dining table had gotten thick enough to cut with a butter knife, they started to leave—via the back—until they were down to Bob, the crude Slavic-accent guy, and the businessman who had felt me up at the table. I was in the kitchen, setting the bowls and glasses up to be washed when the others were gone, when Bob came in.

    “Leave that for now, Drew,” he said. “I need you in the bedroom.”

    “In the bedroom?” I said.

    “Yes. I need you to give these two guys still here some sugar. It’s important to my business—to you having this apartment.”

    “I understand,” I said, not looking at him. There wasn’t anything to say, really. He paid the bills and made no secret what I responsibilities in that were. He’d picked me up from an escort agency to begin with. I put the washcloth over the faucet in the sink, turned, and walked through the living room, where the two men were still in quiet conversation, and to the master bedroom. Bob’s bodyguard was in the living room too, but he stayed there, standing by the front door.

    In the bedroom I stripped down and laid down on my back, facing the open door into the living room, naked. The two men were talking, but they were both looking at me through the open door. Bob went to them, the three spoke to each other, and then they rose and walked toward the bedroom. They started working on buttons, belts, and zippers as they walked.

    So, it was going to be a gang bang, not multiple private visitations.

    The Slav, relatively short, stocky, hairy, and beer-can-dick hung softened me up. He liked his meat well-done—tenderized. He seemed to think I needed to be subdued, although I wasn’t giving him any opposition. He slapped me around a bit and prodded and squeezed. He made like he might fist me while he was working on opening me up to his particularly thick, if not particularly long, dick, but he didn’t do that. Bob liked to slap me around a bit too, and I wasn’t averse to it, so we did all right. He was heavy and trapped my body under his in a missionary, and when he got around to fucking me, he did a good, complete job of it. I kind of liked being done by a thug.

    The businessman, stripped down and waiting nearby for his turn, looked a little embarrassed at the physical mastering the Slav was displaying and I was taking, but he did stay around for his turn, which was taken in a straightforward doggie, me bent over the bed and him hovering over me and, probably excited from watching how the Slav took me, not taking long before he had ejaculated.

    Throughout, Bob sat in a chair, fully dressed other than his fly open and his erection out being stroked, and smoked and watched.

    After they left, he took his turn, fucking me vigorously, obviously keyed up from watching the other two cover me.

    I missed two classes that afternoon, and, without too much difficulty, I shoved what I’d heard from the clandestine meeting to the back of my mind.

    I probably would have forgotten all about the meeting and the little I knew of what they discussed if I hadn’t been followed—and then stopped on the steps to the library at MassArt—the following morning. It wasn’t as if that was the only smoke-filled shady meeting Bob had conducted in the apartment.

    I had noticed that a black guy in a black suit and with the stature, gait, and serious expression of a Marine fell in step not far behind me half way between my apartment and the school and kept pace with me. He didn’t look like someone who was a student at any of the universities in this area of town nor did he look like he was just out for a stroll.

    He wasn’t just out for a stroll.

    He called out my name as I reached the stairs up to the library and I thought, “Oh shit.” Bob had told me that he was worried that the press was beginning to realize that he had something on the side and he was afraid they’d figure out it was me, with it being worse for a politician that it was fully a guy thing than if he’d had a mistress. That’s what had brought up the “take a vacation until the election” idea that had led to the brochure on the isolated Duxbury Lighthouse.

    The black guy in the black suit didn’t look like press, though.

    “Yes, that’s me,” I said.

    He wasn’t press. He produced a black leather somethingorother that displayed a very official-looking card with his photo on it. “Ron Brown, Federal Bureau of Investigation. We’d like to make an appointment with you down at the federal building—to have a little chat about Robert Bromley.”

    “Who?” I asked.

    “Robert Bromley, the state senator who’s running for the U.S. Senate. We believe you know him. We’d like to talk to you about knowing him.”

    “I’m sorry. I’ve heard the name, yes . . . but . . . I’m sorry. I’m late to a class. And I really don’t know anything about . . . I have to get to class.”

    He put his hand on my arm, and I looked down at it and then up into his face, with confusion and a bit of “How dare you.”

    He got the latter message. Touching me wasn’t in his brief or his right, under the circumstance. “We just want to talk,” he said, taking his hand away and handing out a card. “You can call me and we’ll set up an appointment.”

    Actually, he was a hunk. I would have been happy for him to touch me—and more—but this was not exactly the right circumstance. I hadn’t been done by many black guys. Every single one of them who had fucked me, though, had lived up to the “black guys have bigger ones” category.

    “I’m sorry. I don’t know him, and I am late for a class.” I turned and fled up the stairs. He didn’t come after me or call anything out. When I hit the top of the stairs, I figured out why. He just had wanted to put me on notification. I’d kept the card, he handed me. That was all the connection he’d been charged to make—for now. I tucked the card in my wallet and kept moving, deep into the library stacks, in search of someplace I could hide completely from the world.

    And then, quite involuntarily, my mind started to roll out everything I’d heard in the meeting in my apartment the previous day. I didn’t want to remember what I’d heard. But I couldn’t keep myself from doing so.

    * * * *

    Never had I felt more alone and isolated than I did the few moments after the Duxbury Lighthouse keeper, who had brought me and a week’s supply of food out to the lighthouse, finished showing me around and giving instructions and was shoving off in his motorboat for the trip back to Duxbury—leaving me nothing other than a row boat that would require an Olympian to get rowed back to civilization. I could see the shore of the peninsula across the mouth of Plymouth Bay from here, but it would be much too far a distance for me to row or swim, and the lighthouse keeper had said, “This stretch of the water is popular with the sharks. You might not want to do much swimming while you’re out here.”

    Ha, ha.

    I couldn’t complain about the accommodations. It was a surprise to learn that it was built of brick, covered with cement on the outside but with curved red-brick walls on the inside. There were four diminishing-diameter levels going up forty feet to the bedroom level. The compact kitchenette, dining area, and a powder room were on the first, entry level. The second and third levels were sitting areas, with sofa beds, and the fourth level was a bedroom, with a queen-sized bed and a compact, but functional, bathroom, with a shower. Above this was the light, which still functioned to guide ship traffic into and clear of Plymouth Bay.

    Most surprising was that the furnishings were luxurious, the cabinetry made of fine woods, the chairs and sofas covered in lush material, Oriental carpets on the floors, and fine, nautical-themed artwork on the walls. The accommodations would have been fine for two. They were more than fine for one.

    And I was just one. There was no WiFi and no cable TV. There was no hunk to keep me warm and stuffed. There were DVDs and sound systems, and the cell phone worked, although Bob had told me not to use it.

    “You are out there to be off the grid,” he said. “I expect you to remain off the grid until after the election. Concentrate on your studies.”

    The election was in four more weeks. I’d received promises that the lighthouse keeper would be back with more provisions, as needed, without calling him. I was at his mercy on that now, though. Bob had said the lighthouse keeper was a friend and supporter of his. I wasn’t sure I found that comforting. The closer we came to the election, the more it seemed that Bob wanted to keep me a secret. I had been getting the feeling that he didn’t want me to exist at all anymore.

    What about after the election, though, I wondered. What if he won and was off to Washington? Was I a loose end even then? Would the press stop sniffing around us then or would the danger of discovery increase? Why would they stop after he entered the U.S. Senate? Was it just me they were sniffing around about? Was Bob involved in more that would be of interest to them? Did I want to think about what I might know about that?

    Why was the FBI interested in him? I needed to quit fooling myself on that, though. I knew several reasons why the FBI would be interested in him. And if Bob thought about it, he’d know I knew a lot.

    A lot of questions. Too many questions. I had four weeks of being entirely alone to consider the questions—or not. It turned out I had less than a week.

    I had been on the lighthouse for only four days when I was sitting at the dining table, eating my lunch, with the guitar music of Wes Montgomery swirling around in the lighthouse, when I heard a boat bump up against the lighthouse. A man’s voice called out something that was muffled by the music and brick walls, and the door opened.

    I expected to see the lighthouse keeper, although I didn’t expect to see him for three more days and there hadn’t been a storm or anything, nor was one expected. I didn’t expect to see the dynamic media lawyer, Scott Pawley. But that’s who was standing there.

    He smiled, lifted a six pack of beer, and said, “I thought you might be getting lonely out here—and needing a liquid boost . . . and someone to share it with.”

    “What would make you think that?” I asked as I started to strip my shorts off. That was all I’d been wearing.

    We didn’t get around to starting on the beer until after he’d fucked me for two hours—at first right there on the dining table, with me on my back and my ankles on his shoulders, as he screwed me in a slow and sensual missionary. And then on a sofa in front of the TV with a Johnny Rapid and Colby Keller porno flick running (I was playing Johnny and Scott was doing the honors as Colby), and, finally, as twilight approached, on the queen-sized bed on the forth level. I just lay there, stretched out, legs spread and bent, entirely open and vulnerable, moaning low, as Scott took everything he wanted from me. And he wanted it all. And then he wanted it all again.

    Afterward, finally having gotten to the beer, which, thankfully, had gotten into the refrigerator before he started to maul me, we lay next to each other, our backs propped up against the headboard, and spoke.

    “How did you—?” I asked.

    “You showed me the brochure, remember?” He answered. “I made a note of it.”

    “But, still. How did you know I’d be out here now?”

    “I have my ways.”

    “Apparently so. You didn’t track me down just for another tutorial on dynamic media, did you?”

    “So, you want to get right to business, do you?”

    “What business?” I asked.

    “Maybe it’s best we do. We might not have much time.”

    “You didn’t come out here just to keep me company and to get your rocks off, did you?” I asked, turning and sitting up on the side of the bed. Suddenly the turret room was too small. There was no place to go. I had a sinking feeling on what this was really about.

    “OK, I’m not out here just for sex—as nice as that is. I’m out here to save your skin.”

    “How do you figure that?” I asked. “You’ve done everything to me but flailed my skin off.”

    “Why do you think you’re out here, water all around, all by yourself, with no means of your own to go someplace else?”

    “Because I’m studying lighthouses?”

    “That’s the reason why an isolated, off-shore lighthouse was chosen—was manipulated into your mind—but who chose this for you?”

    “I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

    “I think you do.” He was right, I was pretty sure I did. “Did you track down this lighthouse as someplace you could go to be out of the way for the coming election, or did Senator Robert Bromley pick it out?”

    “Bob showed me the brochure and offered to pay for it, yes. But I really am studying lighthouses. There really is a good reason to be here. And what do you know about Senator Bromley?”

    “One of the better reasons is to have you out of the way during the election,” Scott said, ignoring my question. “And the best reason of all is to have you isolated somewhere where it would be easy to do away with you and just have you float off toward Europe. I’m sorry to be blunt. But there it is. You are a liability to Bromley now that he plans to move up in status and to Washington. You didn’t think he’d take you to Washington when he went, did you? He’ll need his showcase family there. He certainly won’t need a male rent-boy. And when he does need rent-boys, he chooses ones that know their way around the Washington shark pool.”

    “That’s quite a charge,” I said. If I’d said it more convincingly, though, I might have convinced myself he couldn’t possibly be right. “Even if so, what’s it to you?” I asked.

    “I’ll level with you. I’m working with Julia McVee’s campaign against Bromley. We’d like you to come over to us. We wouldn’t have to take this public. The mere knowledge that you were with us, being protected by us, would make Bromley back down. He’s involved in so much illegal crap, anyway. We could help get you out of this and serve the people of Massachusetts at the same time. We’re not just making guesses here. We have informants who say there’s a hit out on you. That you know too much that Bromley and his associates don’t want known. We could . . . what’s that? Did you hear something?”

    “Just your boat scraping against the side of the lighthouse. Just the waves—”

    “There are no waves. The water out here is calm. There. Hear that?” He was out of the bed like a jackrabbit and pawing around in his clothes. He came up with a handgun.

    “Hey what is that—?” But then I saw it just as Scott did. A face appearing at the top of the stairs from the lower levels. A raised handgun. Scott fired a shot and was off toward where the intruder, now disappeared, had gone.

    I stayed put, paralyzed and in shock. I heard more shots and then nothing. After a couple of minutes Scott reappeared and I let out a long breath, realizing only then that I hadn’t been breathing in the seconds, which I thought were hours, that he was gone.

    “He got away, but I think I might have winged him. Who do you think—?” he started to say, but I interrupted him.

    “I recognized him. He’s Bob’s fixer bodyguard, Stan. OK, so I get your point,” I answered.

    “Did you, really? Did you notice that he came, gun drawn, thinking you were the only one here?”

    “Yes. I said that I got your point.”

    “We’ll lock up as well as we can and hole up as best as we can until morning. There are arrangements to meet us—me, if you won’t come back with me—in Duxbury tomorrow and then a safehouse from there. I don’t want to try to navigate into the harbor in the dark. Will you come with me?”

    “What do you think?”

    I didn’t answer beyond that. I let Scott think what he wanted. We settled in overstuffed chairs on the third level, him with his gun at the ready. But he’d been as tired out by the sex as I was. I outlasted him in staying awake. I wasn’t any more happy trying to navigate a boat into Plymouth Bay and the harbor than he was, but I did it, leaving him high and dry unless he was an expert with row boats—and, I hoped, still asleep—in the lighthouse.

    As soon as I got into Plymouth Harbor—I didn’t go anywhere near Duxbury—I fished the card the FBI guy, Ron Brown, had given me out of my wallet and called the number. If I was going to go over to anyone and away from Bob Bromley, it wasn’t going to be to just another Massachusetts politician on the make. I was going to go to the Feds. I wasn’t going to be anyone’s loose end anymore.


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    I never knew the man who donated the sperm to my mom to have me. It was just me and her for the first eight years of my life. Well, we also had the man whose house she cleaned. She called him Mister Terrance. I called him Dad. Neither of them ever corrected me. We also had Jerry, the tall skinny white guy that lived with Dad.

    Dad and Jerry loved me like I was theirs, so it was no surprise to me that they took me in when my Mama passed. I loved them and wanted to be like them, a strong powerful proud Black man like Dad, and a caring open hearted gentle man like Jerry. They were my idols, and the love that flowed between them was what I wanted for me.

    Of course they explained to me the birds, the bees and what men do for other men on their knees. I was free to choose who I wanted to date, no judgement. By the time I graduated high school, I left a string of broken hearts behind, but I was still a virgin. I wanted my first time to be with someone that made me feel the way Jerry and my Dad felt toward one another.

    When I went off to college, every one tried to get into my pants, and I mean everyone. Boys, girls, straight, gay, bi, or just curious. I know I look like a stud, being five eight with a creamy caramel complexion and loose curls cascading down my scalp. The fact I have twenty four inch biceps and a forty eight inch chest didn’t hurt.

    It was my junior year that my Dad called me late one night and told me that Jerry had passed. We were devastated. After the funeral, I threw myself into my studies and the gym. I graduated top of my class, two sizes bigger and a great job offer in the city. I worried about my Dad, but Ty kept an eye on him for me.

    I wanted to come home, but Dad wouldn’t let me pass up the opportunity. So here I was, twenty three with a good paying job, body and looks everyone drools over, place to myself, and still a virgin. I was making bank at my job, but I just wasn’t into the bar scene. I am the guy that likes cuddling on the couch over screaming over music in some club.

    So Saturday nights, I spent doing laundry. Most everyone else in the building was getting ready for their nights out, I was washing my underwear. That’s when I met him. Freddy. There was something about Freddy. He had curly brown hair that fell all around his head, these happy amber brown eyes and a shy smile.

    He was a bit scrawny for my taste and he was about an inch taller than me. What got me was that he made me laugh. He struck up a conversation with me and that was it. I looked forward to talking to him while my underwear tumbled in front of us. Freddy was always a little dirty, and his clothes didn’t really fit right.

    It was a month of Saturday nights that I realized I was the only one doing laundry. That’s when I started picking up on the clues that Freddy was homeless and was camping out in our laundry room. I didn’t know how to bring it up, so I just started bringing pizzas down with me to share with him.

    I did get a little worried when September hit and the air got a little colder, but when the building manager posted that the laundry room was going to be closed for two weeks for renovations, I nearly panicked. So that Saturday night, I shared my pizza and did my laundry with Freddy, but instead of leaving him down there. I decided I would do what Jerry or my Dad would do.

    “Freddy, you know they are going to close the laundry room for two weeks for renovations.” He didn’t say anything. “I know you’ve been staying down here.” Still nothing. “Freddy, it’s getting cold outside.” I looked over at him, he was just staring down at the floor. “I consider you a friend, Freddy, and I want you to come stay with me.”

    He didn’t say anything for the longest time when he got up. I saw him moving towards the door but I moved quickly to block him. “Anthony, I need to start looking for some place to stay.” He tried to move around me but I blocked him again. “Anthony, I can’t stay in your apartment with you. It just isn’t right.”

    “It is, and you will.” I put every bit of authority in my voice I could. “Now go grab my basket and we’ll go upstairs.” He arched an eyebrow at me. “You can’t run away if you got clothes.” I grinned at him and he smiled back amused. I did appreciate the stretch of his pants across his ass when he lifted the basket up.

    Back in my apartment, I found an old pair of sweats and a tank top that I gave Freddy before ushering him into the bathroom. I gave him a spare toothbrush and left him to wash up while I started folding laundry. The thing about having work clothes and gym clothes to wash, is that you have a lot of laundry.

    When Freddy came out the bathroom, he was struggling to keep the sweats I gave him up. I should have known that they’d be too big for him, but it was all I had. “Here, let me help.” I said getting up and moving over to him. I began rolling the top down. My fingers touched his skin and I had to fight the urge to just let the sweats fall to the floor and indulge my urges.

    I had them rolled to his hips when he looked up into my eyes. There was this electricity between us. I felt my heart racing. I ran my finger across this exposed skin. I knew I was crushing on Freddy from the moment I saw him. Now I was sure that I wanted him. I wanted him to take my virginity.

    “Anthony.” His voice had a hint of fear and lust in it. “Are you okay?” He wasn’t sure if I was going to kiss him or punch him. He made to move away, but I held him, pulled him close to me. “Anthony, what are you doing?” His breathing was quickening, I was lengthening. “Anthony?” He closed his eyes and parted his lips.

    I kissed him. I hugged his body close, rolling my hips against his. His arms came around my neck. I had kissed before, boys, girls, then men and women, but that kiss was the one that told me that Freddy was the one. My hand moved down to his buttocks, cupping it through the baggy sweats. He let out a squeak of approval.

    He’s held onto me like I was a dream that fades away when you wake up. I moved us to the couch. We laid down, me on top of him, pinning him down with my bulk. His hands moved under my old tee. I felt his nails scrape down my back when I teased the soft flesh of his neck. It only made me want him more.

    I wanted to make him feel good. I want to taste every inch of him. I wanted to explore his body and map it out with my tongue. I wanted him. It wasn’t just a thought or a fleeting desire. I felt it deep in me. If he told me to stop, I would without question, but he’s begging for me, calling my name out over and over. I know he wanted this as much as me.

    My hands found the top of the borrowed tank and with shear animal desire, I tore the fabric from his skin. I heard the growl coming from me, unaware I was even making it as I gazed down upon his chest speckled with fine chest hair. My mouth is on his nipple, hungrily toying with the nub and sucking on the tender flesh.

    I was on automatic, instinct guiding me. I rub my face across his body, inhaling his clean scent. He ran his hands through my loose locks. I kissed the soft of his belly as I moved my way down. I hunger for him in a way I never thought I could for someone. I wanted him. I wanted him in my mouth. I wanted to be in him.

    I stopped short of his pants, his little curlies just visible. I ran my hand along the outline of his cock. I’m tempted pull them down and release it, but I don’t. I don’t want my first time, our first time to be here on the couch. I get up and gathered him in my arms. Our mouths found each other’s as I carried him into my bedroom.

    I laid him on the bed, sucking on his top lip as I pull back. I groped myself through my pants, showing him the thick veiny outline. I’m by no means average or small. Three inches thick and eight inches long, the only guys I didn’t put to shame in the locker rooms was my family. I expect him to cringe, stare wide eyed at it.

    Instead a lustful smile crept across his face. “I knew you were packing just as much in the front as the back.” He reached out and moved my hand so he can feel my prize. He moved to his knees so we are eye to eye once again. “Just so you know, I’m doing this because I want to, not because you’re giving me a place to stay.”

    He grabbed the back of my head and pulls me into a kiss. I moved my hands down the back of his pants to feel those sweet melons, soft and firm. He groaned into the kiss as squeezed them, testing them for ripeness. His hand moved from my head to tug at my shirt. His hand ran across my hard twelve pack.

    He growled with admiration, moving up the ridges to my hard well defined chest. I know he wants the shirt off, but I won’t let go of that ass. Each cheek fits so perfectly in my hands, like they were made just for me to hold. He tried to move to appreciate my chest, but I kept him pressed firmly against me. I’m not giving up that ass.

    “While I appreciate your hands on my ass,” Freddy said with amusement in his voice, “but if you don’t let me get you naked soon, we’re going to have a problem.” He reached down and squeezed my cock. “Oh, we already have a problem.” His lips were brushing over mine as he spoke, words sizzling with sex. “Looks like you have some unusual swelling that needs attending.”

    The idea of his mouth of my dick was just enough for me to let go, giving him the opportunity to pull my shirt up and off. I watched as he licks his lips. He ran an appraising hand over my chest, feeling the hard work I have spent on my body. He leaned in to kiss my left nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

    “Fuck, Freddy.” My voice is gravelly. I turn slightly and reached behind his perfectly arched back to fondle his ass again. His tongue is teasing the chocolate brown nub, gently biting it. “Yeah, make daddy feel good.” I don’t even know where that came from, but it drives Freddy wild. “Yeah, work that fucking nipple.”

    My hand has pushed the sweats down and I can see the top of his ass. I moved my finger to brush in between. I felt his body shudder as he moved to the other nipple. “Yeah, baby. That ass feels primed.” I pushed gently at his hole. He pushed back, ready for me. He undid my pants, and shoved them down my thick thighs.

    His hands gripped my bulbous ass as he kissed his way along the ridges of my abdominals. He’s bowed down, running his face over my stretched trunks. His mouth sucked at the fabric, massaging my cock with his mouth as he traveled from one end to the next. He fumbled to pull the elastic down over my ass and cock, freeing his plump reward.

    The air barely has a chance to hit my cock before his lips are stretched over the head, his tongue wriggling over the tip. “Yeah, baby, suck daddy’s meat.” I groaned as he slides down my shaft, his head twisting with every bob up and down. I looked down at him to see he’s looking up at me. “That dick looks good in your mouth.”

    Somehow he smiled with his mouth full of my cock. I pulled my hand back from his ass, running a slow finger along his spine. His eyes closed as his mewls, not skipping a beat as he worked me in and out his mouth. I ran my hand through his hair, twirling the ringlets. His hair is silky soft. I fisted it gently, letting it slip through my fingers.

    I watched him, with sexual amazement, as he took me nearly to the root. Over and over again, my cock slid between those soft lips to the back of his throat and back out again. He sucked on the tip, letting me spill on his tongue before swallowing me down again. Unlike me, he knows what he’s doing, knows what he likes. I’m flying blind, but enjoying every minute of it.

    I’m not sure how long he nurses on my fuck stick before I finally stepped back, pulling myself from his lips. He rose up on his knees, his face imploring that I let him return to his delightful task. I have other, more involved things in mind. I bite my lower lip, the idea of sliding into him is foremost on my mind.

    “Show me that ass.” My voice doesn’t sound like me. It’s gruff, commanding. I watched him twist and turn, shucking the sweats to the floor. He turned and presented that albino white ass to me. I step up and run my hands over his cheeks. He’s naturally smooth. I dropped to my knees, like I’m about to pray instead of eating.

    “Fuck.” I draw the word out as I admire his assets. I sucked on the left cheek, scraping my teeth over the skin in a little nip. He yipped then moaned. I do this over and over again, planting little love bites across his cheeks. I dragged my tongue down his left cheek to the top of his thigh, teasing him. I ran my thick tongue all over except his hole. It drives him crazy.

    I reached under him and stroked his cock. His seven inches felt warm and natural in my hand. He’s leaking like a faucet, dripping down onto the covers. I ran my tongue from the top of his crack down to the tip of his dick and up again. He moans my name, claws the bed with unsteady hands.

    I shoved my tongue deep in him, enticing him to open up for me. I kissed his rose bud, then returned to gorging myself on his sweet taste. He’s tight, but he lets my tongue soothe him enough let me tickle those warm insides. He pushed back into me. I heard him, encouraging me, begging me. “Eat that ass, daddy. Fuck, Anthony. Oh, Anthony, oh, daddy.”

    It turns me on when he calls me daddy. I’m not sure why, but it does. I tapped his ass, making it jiggle against my cheeks. My cock is begging to be in him, but my mouth has a taste for something else. I showed off my strength, flipping him onto his back and get my first taste of cock. His cock glided across my lips.

    Freddy cried out from the slide of my tongue along his shaft as I took him into my mouth. I’m not as practiced and I gagged when I press him to the back of my throat, but with time and practice I’m sure I’ll be just as good as him. I moved him across my lips, letting my tongue explore every ridge and bump.

    “Anthony, if you don’t fuck me soon.” Freddy rasps. It’s then that I realize I don’t have any real lube, just some almond milk oil that I use my skin. I stand, drawing out the final pass of my mouth across his dick. “Anthony.” His face is full of need to have me buried deep in him. “Please, daddy, give me that dick.”

    I felt the beast in me awaken when he calls me that. He pulled his legs back, welcoming me. I grabbed the almond milk oil. Squirting some on my hand, I pushed a finger into him. I watched his eyes roll back in his head as I fingered his hole with one then two and finally three. When neither of us can take it anymore, I shined my baton up.

    I take his legs and placed them to either side of my head. I rubbed the head of my dick along his hole. “Anthony!” His cry is anger mixed with urgency. I pushed gently, feeling him spread open for me. His breathing quickened. I felt him squeeze and relax against me. Each little exercise letting me in further. When I have fully impaled him, I think we are both amazed at the magical trick that somehow let him take me all in.

    He felt like warm soft velvet against me. I kissed his leg as a thank you for letting me in him. Then I ran him through, letting my flesh sword slide back and forth in him. I varied my thrusts, my speed, and rotated my hips just ever so slightly, all the time watching for what he liked and does not. As much as I wanted to get off, I wanted Freddy to feel good.

    I pulled out after five or so minutes, wanting to change positions. “Doggy.” I barked. “Middle of the bed.” He hurried to obey. I moved up behind him and slip in with ease. I gripped his thin hips guiding him back on me. Freddy is arched up, his hands in fists on the bed. “Whose ass is this?” I pulled out to just the tip then back in slowly, long dicking him.

    “Yours, daddy.” Came his growl. “Fuck your ass, daddy.” Those words set off an explosion in me. I began slamming into him. He bounces back with every thrust. “Fuck me, daddy. Use that ass, daddy.” He’s getting me riled up. His limbs became wobbly and I pushed hard against him, sending me on top of him as he collapsed on the bed.

    I moved an arm under him, crossing his chest and gripping his shoulder. I’m hammering his ass, holding him close to my chest. His filthy mouth is sending me to the edge. I want to hold out, but also want to fill him. I snarl, clench my teeth and then with a thunderous explosion, I exploded in him, my mouth gently biting his shoulder.

    “Fuck, baby.” I say, kissing the tender spot I had just bit. I’m in a dreamy state, enjoying the feel of Freddy under me. I wanted to just lay here, deep in him. “If I would have known sex could be like that, I’d have popped my cherry a long time ago.” I heard him sigh then felt him tense when he registered the words.

    “You’re a virgin?” There’s a hint of panic in his words. He twisted under me and I slipped from him. We both let out a wince of at the loss of our sexual joining. He looked me in the eye. “You can’t be a virgin.” I kissed him quiet. I can still feel his still hard cock under me. I slid down his body to take is cock back in my mouth.

    I worked his cock, slipping a finger under him to toy with his hole again. I can feel how open and raw I made him. I felt my load seeping out of him. His hips are sliding his dick through my lips and his ass onto my finger. Up, down, up down. “Anthony, I’m going to shoot.” He warned. I just continued till I feel the first blast into my mouth.

    I swallowed down my first taste of sperm. I pulled my finger from him, letting him soften in my mouth. I sucked till it’s too sensitive and then moved back up his body, grinning proudly. “Was a virgin, baby.” I pecked his lips. “I can’t wait till round two.” My cock his half hard against him. His smile faded. “What’s wrong, babe?”

    “That was great, Anthony, and I wanted to do it since I first saw you.” Sadness filled his voice. He can’t look me in the eye. “I’m homeless, I can’t just keep coming up here, and letting you fuck me. I need to worry about where I’m going to stay for the next two weeks if not longer. I can’t just…” I silenced him with a kiss.

    “You’re not staying anywhere else but here.” My voice is stern but caring. “I’m not letting you end this before we had a chance to find out where it leads.” I smiled warmly. “How else are you going to get off the streets if someone doesn’t help you?” I scrunch my face up in contemplation. “Plus, you took my virginity and I need to get it back.”

    He laughed, it’s a sweet sound. “Come on, stay with me. Let me help you. Let me be your man.” He reached up and brushes my hair back. “You know you want to. I promise to give you all the dick you can take and then some.” He laughed, playfully hitting my chest. “You know I’m not letting you up till you say, yes.”

    “Then I’ll never say yes, so I can have you like this forever.” He wrapped his arms around me in a hug. “Yes, daddy, I’ll be your man and I’ll stay here with you.” I let out a growl and buried myself in his neck. “Anthony, quit it.” He laughed, writhing from the tickle of my tongue against his skin. I rolled off him, pulling him into my body, spooning him.

    “Rest up, there’s more I want to try.” I say sleepily, holding him. I sighed when he wiggled back against me. I stroked his chest, feeling the slow rise of his chest till he fell asleep. We slept that way, my cock pressed against his ass, holding onto him, our bodies molded together. That’s how we spent every night thereafter.


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  • The Team

    Whenever Colton Unified won a wrestling match, the senior boys on the team spent the night celebrating in Alec Harlow’s finished basement. They hunkered down to drink, smoke, watch YouTube and YouPorn, and clown around as handsome young winners do. There was always some drunken argument or confession by the end of the night—but the boys were genuinely all for one and one for all.

    David Rizzo had kept up his winning streak tonight. He was the team’s ox—their built, unshakeable pillar. But at the moment he was probably just a downer. Sitting in his singlet on the couch, he sipped at a big cup of vodka in near silence.

    It had been an odd week for him. He had broken up with his girl- friend on Monday—which was fine, really. It just left him extra horny. And wearing his wrestling singlet always made him horny, so tonight he was on the verge of popping. His nipples were shamelessly hard, and his teammates had already teased them with a few pinches. And he just couldn’t get his boner to settle down. The singlet couldn’t hide it, so for now David was casually resting his palm over the bulge. What really had him so distracted, though, was the thought of his new lab partner: Alden Link. The shy way Alden looked his body up and down as they worked next to each other. The way he pretended to get annoyed when David goofed around, and the little blush in his cheeks whenever David trapped him in a surprise hug or started massaging his shoulders. At first, all that was the same friendly teasing David gave everyone. But by Tues- day he had admitted it to himself: He loved touching Alden. And he wanted Alden to love touching him.

    Next to David on the couch, Alec was squirming in place as he repacked a tall bong, and he tugged a bit at the legs of his singlet. When he passed the bong over to Johnny Zhou, Johnny hunched over in his armchair, snickering—Alec was hard, too. Full-on raging, basically. The tent in his singlet was so tight it looked like his cock was about to split through the fabric.

    “Man,” said Alec, “I really do love how these uniforms make me feel. Wish we could wear them everywhere, all the time!”

    Alec might have been the most happy go lucky kid at Colton Uni- fied. So sweet and innocent seeming that anyone would let him march around with a huge boner. He was like a shaggy, stoned, sexy puppy. With a tight, bouncy ass. There—David’s cock stiffened more under his palm.

    “I hear ya …” said David. “Well—do you think they’d do anything if we actually walked around in singlets at school? Cuz I’d do it tomorrow.”

    Realizing how he felt about Alden had changed the way David watched his teammates, too. Last night, jerking off in bed, he had let himself picture the whole team stripping off their uniforms together, groping each other’s stiff dicks until someone offered up their asshole for everyone’s cum.


    “Yes! Let’s do it—no way there’s a rule about it. We look so hot in these, the school should force us to wear them every day.”


    David looked around the basement at everyone, and the shaft of his cock pushed harder against his palm. Across the room, Matt Dumont and Dovener Burrows were spotting each other on a barbell set—they had slipped out of their shoulder straps to go shirtless, with nothing left but tight fabric around their crotches and dangling straps. On the couch opposite David and Alec, Ryan Timbers and Clarence Swift were passing a handle of whiskey back and forth. Ryan was already drunk—still fully uniformed, he kept one hand slipped underneath his singlet to rub at his lean torso while he traded guffaws with Clarence. And Clarence, like always, had stripped off his singlet and tugged himself into a tight pair of briefs. He had one leg sprawled out over the cushions, his toes resting on Ryan’s thigh.


    “Sure, it’d be hot…” said Johnny through a billow of smoke. “But I’d have a huge boner all day, and there’d be no way to hide it! I mean, shit—I’m getting one now, too.”

    Johnny held the bong out toward Ryan while his free hand pinched at the fabric over his crotch—the outline of his dick was clearly growing.

    “I see what’s going on over there…” Clarence turned a wolfish grin toward Alec and Johnny while Ryan ripped the bong. He clutched his package and and gave it a rough shake. “Hey Alec, I challenge you—if I can wrestle your singlet off by the end of one period, you gotta give me a blow job.”


    Usually David refused to play along with games like this—Clarence always tried to push the team beyond their occasional circle-jerks. Nobody seemed to mind it like David always had. In the past he would have excused himself at this point—but not tonight.

    “Fine,” said Alec. He stood up from the couch, his dick stiff and springy in his singlet. “But if you can’t, then you gotta blow me.”

    Clarence heaved himself up from the couch, ready and amped—his cock was swelling to full mast, barely fitting inside his show-off briefs. He moved to the old rug spread beside the sofas and hunched into neutral position. With his blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, his hardon strain- ing against his briefs, and his muscled arms, thighs and abs flexing, he looked like a wild Greek boy.

    Johnny Zhou kept time, rubbing the long bulge at his crotch while he stood watch by the rug. Ryan, on the couch, was jostling his own crotch to nurse a growing hardon. And Matt and Dovener had strolled over from the barbells, singlets rolled down past their hipbones and bare torsos dewey with sweat. They both had pulled their cocks out, smirking shamelessly as they fondled themselves.

    Clarence was taller, faster and more muscular than Alec. When their bodies first slammed together, Clarence held Alec and heaved his arms down to peel away his shoulder straps.

    Alec barely resisted.

    They grappled close together, and their stiff hardons rubbed at each other as Clarence tugged Alec’s singlet down, exposing bare chest, hard nipples. They both grunted as Clarence threw Alec to the floor on his back—he mounted on top of him, and he grinded his hips between Alec’s kicking legs while he continued to pull at the singlet. When he had pulled it down to Alec’s hips, he tugged his cock out from his briefs and started thrusting hard against Alec.

    Alec was breathing heavily—he stopped kicking when Clarence started to thrust, and his pushing against Clarence’s chest lost force.

    The other boys were laughing, hooting and cheering Clarence on. Ryan and Johnny had pulled their singlets down to their hips and tugged out their long hardons, and Matt and Dovener were stroking themselves slowly. David just watched from his spot on the couch, his singlet still tight over his chest and even tighter over his cock—it was so hard it ached.

    Alec let out an odd groan under Clarence.


    “Shit,” he gasped, “just… just fuck me, Clarence.”


    Clarence froze in mid-thrust, and his lips spread into a grin. “What’d you say?”


    “Come on,” said Alec hungrily, “do it. Gimme your load.”

    There was a quiet pause in the room. Then Clarence pulled Alec’s singlet down to his thighs. He clutched his legs and heaved them up into the air, exposing Alec’s bubble butt. David caught a glimpse of his hole—pink, hairless, tight as a pinprick.

    Still standing over them, Johnny took a bottle of lotion from the coffee table and passed it to Clarence. He squeezed some on Alec’s hole—Alec gasped as Clarence slid a finger inside, stretching Alec’s little pussy as he lubed his dick with his other hand.

    Clarence had the biggest cock on the team. It was as long as Dovener’s and as thick as David’s. When he smacked its head against Alec’s hole and started a slow, steady thrust inside, Alec yelped, nearly shouted, in pain—but he swallowed it, taking long breaths as Clarence pushed deep- er into him. When Clarence’s hips met his ass, his cock buried right up to his balls, Alec moaned.

    “Woah…” he said. “That’s fucking amazing.”

    Clarence laughed, and he started thrusting hard and deep. He pounded Alec’s hole without holding back, his face stony while Alec groaned beneath him. David could see Alec’s pussy sucking at Clarence’s shaft as it pumped in and out. He imagined it tight around his own cock, taking his cannon dick right up to his balls—and he heard himself groan, his cock twitching at the ghost sensation. David couldn’t hold himself back much longer. He tugged the legs of his singlet way up, as far as they’d go toward his hips and groin, and finally he let himself pull out his cock to stroke it in the open. Alec was gasping, yelping under Clarence’s pounding hips and muscles.

    “Fuck…” panted Clarence through his thrusts. “You’re a little virgin, aren’t you?”

    Clarence sneered as he pounded more and more wildly, and sud- denly he drilled deep, planting his cock into Alec’s g-spot and grinding against him. He let out a grunting, raspy howl, shaking his head like an animal and sending sweat drops around the room. He raised himself up from Alec—his cock made a loud pop as it slid free—and he stepped aside so the guys could see his load in Alec’s pussy. Bright white and thick, it was seeping from Alec’s hole, about to dribble down his butt.

    But Johnny Zhou swooped in to take Clarence’s place. Holding his long cock steady over the fold of his singlet at his waist, he pressed its head against Alec’s butt to catch the dribbling cum, and he pushed it back toward Alec’s sticky hole. With one thrust, Johnny was balls deep in Alec, and Alec was gripping his bare shoulders, crying out—but John- ny muffled him with a hard kiss. Clarence, Matt, Dovener, and Ryan all whooped and hollered, braying at the sudden display.

    It was common enough knowledge that Johnny and Alec shared a little more with each other than the rest of the team did. Alec was al- ways sucking Johnny’s cock: in the locker rooms, if they thought no one was watching, and on the after school runs they always took together; on lunch break, when they’d go off campus to smoke pot; in the back of the local movie theater, or off in the trees by the river while the rest of their friends swam. If they had never fucked before, it was obvious Johnny had been dying to do it. He kept kissing Alec while he pounded into his hole, not letting his lips go until finally he reared up, trembling and moaning as he pumped his load deep inside Alec’s pussy.

    When he pulled out he lingered over Alec. Cum dripped from his still hard dick, landing right on Alec’s puckering hole, and the two of them stared at each other in a way that made David fill with restless, hot jealousy.

    “Well…” said Johnny as he stepped away from Alec. “Who’s next?”

    “Naw man, I’m ready to blow on his pretty face,” said Matt. He swag- gered toward the mat, stroking his rock hard dick.

    “Fuck, me too—I can’t hold it in any longer,” said Dovener.

    He followed Matt to stand over Alec, and soon Ryan heaved himself up from the couch to join them as they worked their cocks above Alec’s face.

    David found himself standing up, too. But his eyes were on the white cream seeping from Alec’s pussy. Almost mindlessly, he spat on his cock as he stepped toward Alec, and when he knelt in front of Alec’s ass he felt warm skin and gooey cum against his shaft. Heart pounding, he grinded into the feeling, shifting his cock up and down the sticky crevice between Alec’s buttcheeks. He locked eyes with Alec, who watched him expectantly, almost encouragingly, with a smile slowly spreading across his lips.

    There was Alec’s hole against his cock’s swollen head. Cum-slathered, and still tight after taking Clarence’s and Johnny’s thick shafts—David thrusted inside. He sank as deep as he could go, and he felt a rush of but- terflies as he heard Alec gasp under him. Alec’s hole was tighter than any girl’s pussy he’d ever had. David had to wonder: was Alden Link just as tight? Tighter? As he pumped himself into Alec, he closed his eyes and pictured Alden, moaning naked beneath him and clasping at his pecs.

     The next day, David walked into school wearing nothing but his singlet. He hadn’t planned it with the guys—he had plans of his own today. In homeroom, Alec was wearing his usual flannel shirt and cargo shorts, and Clarence was in stained Carhartts and one of his ragged muscle shirts. Alec tossed knowing, shaggy-haired smiles toward David. Last night, David had ended up pumping three loads inside Alec’s pussy, unable to pull out until all his pent up sex drive had emptied into Alec.

    He did have to fight a hardon most of the day. With all his brawn on skin-tight display he attracted looks wherever he went. And whenever he caught someone looking, he couldn’t help but imagine them under him, taking him. Well, not just anyone—he found himself ignoring the girls who ogled him. Instead he honed in on staring boys like Artie Bell, Shane Sorel, and Isaiah Silverman, boys whose little bodies would fit perfectly under him, whose little holes were probably the tightest on earth. Truth was, David didn’t mind walking around school with a bit of a bulge.

    When he strolled into Chemistry, he watched Alden stare as he walked toward their lab station. David made a blatant show of adjusting his bulge as he approached Alden. He walked right up behind the boy and wrapped his big arms around him, teasing as usual. He pulled him close, making sure his bulge pressed up against Alden’s ass—he felt his cock grow a little warmer, harder.

    Alden seemed about to protest, as usual, but whatever he was about to stay stuck in his throat. David could see his cheeks burn red.

    “Hey lab buddy,” said David.

    He released Alden and stepped to his side, and he watched Alden’s eyes scrape him up and down and linger on his bulge.

    “You look… comfortable,” said Alden.

    “Oh yeah? You like the singlet look?”

    “Well…” Alden was still blushing, but he managed to hold a poker face. “I guess so… I’ve always wanted to try one on.”

    “Aw, I bet you’d look great in one,” said David. He pictured it now: Alden’s sweet, strong swimmer’s body in a tight red singlet, his piano fingers running over his own muscles through the fabric. “Ever thought of wrestling ?”

    “No, no… I’m not much for competition.”

    “Really? I bet you’d like it,” said David. “Maybe not on the team, but… I bet you like to tousle.”

    “Oh you do?”

    David laughed and reached out to clasp Alden’s shoulder. He kept his hand there, massaging Alden in hopes of some rise from the boy. David always loved Alden’s little plays at defiance; they were too soft to ignore.

    “Hey,” said David, “we’ve got some diorama thing due on Friday, right? We should work on it at my place tonight—I’ll show you some moves after. Maybe send you home with one of my old singlets.”

    Alden eyed David’s fingers kneading into his shoulder. Then a smile crept through his lips—the knowing kind, like David had seen on Alec.

    “Ok,” said Alden. “…That could be fun.”


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  • Held For Ransom!

    The first thing that Gavin was aware of when he woke up was that he had a hell of a headache.  The next thing, when he opened his eyes, was that he had some kind of bag over his head.  Then, in rapid succession, that he had to piss, he was sitting on a hard chair and that his hands were tied behind his back and that he was naked.

    “Hey, it looks like he’s coming around.” a male voice said.

    “Get this fucking bag off of my head, it smells like dirty jockstraps.” Gavin said.

    “We can’t do that yet.” another male voice said.

    “Okay, in that case…” Gavin replied.  He then let out a long, blood curdling scream while at the same time opening his legs and pissing his bladder empty.

    “Okay, wait, Motherfuck.” a voice said and the bag was lifted off of his head.  

    At first his eyes wouldn’t focus but then he was able to see, standing in front of him, two tall middle aged men, one black and one white in a dim, unfinished basement.

    “We’re going to keep you here a while, until your family pays to get you back.” the white guy said.

    “Jesus, my luck.  In the movies the person gets kidnapped by Daniel Craig and Tom Hardy or George Clooney.  I get the salt and pepper Boris Karloffs.”

    The two men just stared at him, obviously unaware of what he meant.

    “Untie my hands; I have to use the toilet.” Gavin then said.

    “You’ll have to wait until we get things fixed up upstairs before we can do that.” the black guy said.

    “Look, Snowflake, I ate Taco Bell last night and I need to go now.  Otherwise, there’s going to be a real mess all over me, this chair and probably the floor.  And I’m the prisoner so I’m not cleaning it up.”

    The two men looked at him, and then one moved around behind him and untied him.  When he was free, he stood up and stretched, arms over his head.

    “I thought you needed a toilet so bad.” Gil said.

    “I lied.  I just wanted to be untied. Fuck, I’ve got a headache.” he said.

    “That’s probably from where Gil bopped you on the head and knocked you out.” the white guy said.

    Gavin felt his head and discovered a lump the size of a hen’s egg on top.  Turning back to Gil, he swung his arm and slapped him full palm across the face.  Gil looked horrified for a second, then brought his hand up to his cheek and cradled it.

    “If you ever hit me again, motherfucker, I’ll rip your dick out by the roots and eat it raw in front of you.”   Gavin turned to the white guy and bowed his head, parting his curly hair as he did so.  “Is there blood?” he asked.

    “No, there’s just a bump.” he said.

    “Yeah, well, maybe next time I’ll just shoot your skinny ass.” Gil then said.

    “Nobody is going to pay you anything for my dead body, bozo.” Gavin said.  Then, becoming aware that he was standing in front of the two of them nude, he reached around and felt his ass.

    “Did you two rape me while I was knocked out?” he asked.

    “No, no, nothing like that.” Gil said, looking horrified.

    “Well, you don’t have to act that way about it.  I’m a good looking guy and I’ve got a world class ass.  Why wouldn’t you want to rape me?”

    “We don’t go in for the gay stuff.” the white guy said.

    Gavin looked at the two of them for a minute and then he started to laugh.  In another minute, he was laughing so hard that he had to sit back down on the chair.

    “What’s so funny about that?” the white guy asked.

    When he was able to reply, Gavin said, “For a couple of jokers who ‘don’t go in for the gay stuff’, you two really chose the wrong sissy.  The next few days should be like a college course for the two of you.”

    They both looked mystified as Gavin’s laughter finally ceased.

    “Okay,” he said, “let’s see what kind of a place you picked to hold me captive in.”

    Before either of his abductors could reply, he’d crossed the basement and started up the stairs.  The two kidnappers hurried to catch up with him.

    When they reached the top of the steps Gavin looked over his shoulder at Gil who was right behind him.

    “You can touch my ass.” he said to him.  “I know you want to.”

    Gil shifted his eyes to his shoes instead of the plush buns in front of him.  He had, actually, been wondering what it must feel like.

    Gavin opened the door at the top of the stairs and stepped into a kitchen that looked like it hadn’t been updated since 1970.

    “What a dump.” he said, looking at his two mystified captors.  “Bette Davis. ‘What a dump” he repeated, making a smoking gesture.

    They still just stared at him.

    “Has anyone ever told you two that you’re a fucking laugh riot?” he then asked them.

    “No.” was all the white guy replied.

    “There’s a reason for that.” Gavin said.

    He stood looking at his captors in the bright kitchen.  Both of them looked a lot better than they had in the basement.  They were both probably in their late forties, slim and muscular looking.  Neither one was handsome but they were both attractive and exuded masculinity.  And both of them looked like they had very promising bulges in the crotches of their slacks.

    They in turn looked at him.  At 20 years old, he was in the first blush of manhood.  His body had become taut and muscled from regular exercise and while he wasn’t bulked up, he was well built.  His hair was a little long but it was a mass of loose, honey colored curls.  And his cock, on prominent display, while average in size and length, was also beautifully shaped and proportioned.

    Gavin leaned back and rested his butt against the counter while gazing at the two men.

    “I must say, you two look pretty good in the light.  I’ve always had a weakness for the daddy type, anyway.  I think we’re going to become great friends.”  He caught the white guy’s eye and asked, “What’s your name, you never did say?”

    “I’m Ken.” the white guy said.

    Gavin knew that the men were trying not to look at his nude body, even though they both kept casting glances his way.

    “Where are my clothes and shoulder pack, by the way?” he asked them.

    “They’re in the bedroom.” Ken replied.

    “In the bedroom?  You undressed me in the bedroom?  And then you took turns raping my ass, I bet.” Gavin said.

    “We did not.” Gil said.  “We just undressed you so that if you woke up, you couldn’t run away.”

    “And because you wanted to get a look at my goodies, right?”

    Both men looked highly uncomfortable.

    Gavin grinned and said, “Let’s get a look at the rest of this chamber of horrors.”

    He stepped into the short hallway and walked to the front screen door, closely followed by Gil and Ken.  As he stood looking out at the landscape he said, “Now this is what I call a depressing view.”

    There wasn’t really anything to see, just parched land off to the horizon, a two lane road going by in front and a parked car, all under a sky roughly the same color as the earth.

    “Jesus, this is the kind of place where people slash their wrists just so they won’t have to look at the scenery anymore.  Please tell me you don’t own this place.”

    “We rented it when we decided to grab you because it’s so isolated.” Ken said.

    “Fuck, who did you rent it from, the Manson family?  What a shit hole.”

    Gavin turned away from the door and opened the door nearest him.  It was a smelly closet.  The next door led into a bedroom with a lumpy looking queen sized bed under the window.  He went into the room and opened a drawer in the dresser and pulled out sheets and pillowcases.

    “At least we have clean linens.” he said.  He handed the bundle of bedclothes to Ken and said, “Go hang these over the porch rails and air them out.”

    Ken just turned and did as he’d been instructed.

    Gil, meanwhile, followed Gavin into the room on the other side of the hall.  It was a living room, just as dismal as the rest of the house.

    “This must be party central.” Gavin said to Gil.  He pushed a door and was back in the sunny kitchen again.  Ken reappeared at the same time.

    Gavin crossed over and opened the refrigerator.  There were eggs, butter, milk and a loaf of bread lined up on one shelf, the rest of the space empty.

    “At least I can make us some scrambled eggs and toast.” he told his jailers.  “Somebody is going to have to go to the store, though.  I need whole grain bread and I have to have yogurt.  Maybe some wine, too.  I’ll make out a list.”

    He opened a narrow door on the wall near the refrigerator and on a hook inside hung an old fashioned bib apron, a flowery print with a ruffle around the front and on the pocket.  Gavin took it down, put his arms through the straps and tied it around his waist.  His front was entirely covered but his back and rounded ass cheeks were on full display.

    “Sit down, gentlemen, and let me cook breakfast.  It isn’t even 10 AM yet.  And my headache is much better, Gil, thank you for asking.”

    Gil, as usual this morning, looked like he didn’t know how to reply.

    The kidnappers sat down at the kitchen table as Gavin bustled about, washing dishes and then setting about making breakfast.  He was humming to himself the whole time and finally, as he stood at the stove scrambling eggs, he began to sing.

    “When my baby

    When my baby smiles at me

    I go to Rio

    De Janeiro…”

    Ken and Gil both watched, almost mesmerized.  Gavin began to dance in place as he sang, shaking his hips and shoulders.  The skimpy apron that he wore framed his smooth ass cheeks.  The rounded globes shook as he danced; firm but not so firm that they lacked bounce.  Ken and Gil, against their will, watched the movements and both felt the beginning of life stirring in their dicks.

    Suddenly, Gavin stopped singing and stood completely still.

    “Are you two looking at my ass?” he asked without looking around.

    Ken and Gil both started then looked down at the tabletop.

    “I thought so.” Gavin said.  “You’d damned well better be.”

    He began to hum again as he filled 3 plates with the food he’d prepared.  He carried one plate over to the table and set it down it front of Ken, and then before Ken could react he reached down and gave a squeeze to his half hard cock.  Ken grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away.

    “Relax; I just wanted to see if there was any hope there.” Gavin said, drawing his arm back.  He went to the counter and picked up another plate and carried it to set in front of Gil.  Gil reacted by putting both hands in his lap, shielding his crotch from view.

    “Too late for you, sucker.” Gavin said.  “I could see that half hard in your pants from across the room.  I already know you had a reaction.”

    Both Gil and Ken looked sheepish as Gavin brought his own plate over and sat down.  First, he tasted his eggs, and then added a little salt.  He reached his fork over, tasted the eggs on Ken’s plate and then did the same to Gil’s.  Afterward, he shook a little salt onto both plates and began to eat.

    “Hey, Gavin,” Ken said, “you do realize that you’ve been kidnapped, that we’re holding you for ransom?”

    “Well, of course, you big dummy.  But you two are hardly desperate criminals and you’re both pretty cute.  Besides, I want you to get some of my grandpa’s money.”

    “You do?” asked Gil, amazed.

    “Sure, why not?  That old son-of-a-bitch has more than he can ever use, he should have to share it instead of just hoarding it.  I intend to help you get some.  Now, eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”

    After a few mouthfuls Gavin asked, “So, how did you two meet?”

    Gil glanced over at Ken before he replied, “In prison.”

    “Oh, hell yeah.” Gavin said.  “You bonded over some young man ass you were raping, right?”

    Ken gave him a disdainful look and said, “No, we shared a cell.”

    “So, like, after lights out you took turns banging each other’s butt?”

    “No.” Gil said.

    “You did suck each other off from time to time?”

    “No, we didn’t.” Ken said.

    “At least jerked off together?” Gavin asked.

    Neither Gil nor Ken replied and Gavin said, “What’s the point of going to prison if you can’t rape young first timers or else have big Nation of Islam dicks or big Aryan Brotherhood cocks running a train on your ass hole 24/7?”

    “It isn’t like that where we were.” Ken said.

    “Why were you in prison?”

    “You’re not supposed to ask that but we were both in for forgery.” Gil replied.

    Gavin looked highly disappointed as he said, “Fuck, a real pair of desperadoes.”  Then he brightened up and asked, “Did you stab anybody while you were there?”

    Ken and Gil both just concentrated on eating breakfast.

    The three sat at the table, Gil and Ken with puzzled looks on their faces that hadn’t disappeared by the time Gavin rose to serve them each more coffee.

    When he sat back down, Gavin asked, “So, what’s the plan?”

    “We were thinking that we’d call your grandpa and tell him that we wanted $100,000 or else he’d never see you again.” Ken said.

    Gavin sat up straighter in his chair, an annoyed look at his face.  He looked at each kidnapper in turn and then he said, “$100,000.  That’s all you think I’m worth?  I’m the scion of the 3rd richest family in the country and you’re only asking $100,000 for my release.  That’s pretty fucking cheap.”

    He looked at each of the other men in turn and then he said, “You’re going to ask for at least a half a million and that’s pretty damned bargain basement.  My bastard grandpa has more than that hidden in the safe in his office.  You two can be pretty insulting, if you ask me.”

    “We’ll ask for more, don’t get pissed off.” Gil said.  “This is our first ransom; we didn’t know how much you are worth.”

    “Okay, but you’d better ask for big bucks.” He smiled then and said, “Anyway, you two are too hot for me to stay mad at.  How are you going to give him the ransom demand?”

    “We thought we’d just call him up.” Ken said.

    Gavin looked at them both again for a long minute and then he said, “And you know his private number?  How are you going to call him?  If he’s at his office, you couldn’t get through all of his staff if you tried.  I can’t even get through.  And, if he’s at home, forget it.  The servants get paid extra to make sure no one reaches him at home.”

    Gil and Ken just looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

    “Fuck, it’s a good thing I’m here.” Gavin said.  He got up and started rifling through the kitchen drawers until he found what he was looking for, a pen and a pad of paper.  He started back to his chair, then detoured to where Ken sat and swung ken’s legs out from under the table and sat down on his lap.

    “Now, I’m going to make out a list of what we’ll need.  I’ve got money in my wallet, so don’t worry about that.”

    He twitched his hips, settling more comfortably on Ken’s lap and began to write.  Ken looked over at Gil, a helpless look on his face.  He was all too aware of the heat radiating from Gavin’s ass onto his trapped crotch.

    After a minute or so, Gavin finished his list and said, “You’re going into town, Ken.  Gil can stay here and guard me.  Now, make sure you get my yogurt.  If you come back without it, I’m going to spank you.  And fruit.  I need some fresh fruit.  I even wrote out the brands you should get, so try to stay to the list.  And a newspaper, try to get today’s ‘USA Today’.  That’s generic; they won’t be able to fix a location from it.  And the last thin, two throwaway phones.  VERY important, don’t you dare come back without them.  As a matter of fact, don’t come back unless you get everything on the list.”

    He wrapped his arm over Ken’s shoulders and said, “Understand, Huckleberry?”

    “I’ve got it.” Ken said in a low voice.  Gavin squirmed a bit more on his lap and then said, “I do declare, it feels like I’m sitting on a two by four in your lap.”

    He stood up and Gil saw Ken steal a quick glance at his butt.

    Gavin went into the bedroom for a moment and then returned with $200 in his hand.

    “This should cover it.” he said, handing the cash to Ken.  “Get us some wine, too.  I don’t care what kind, I just adore cheap wine.”

    Ken stood up as if unsure what to do next and Gavin shooed him toward the front door.

    “Get moving, we have things to do.” he told him.

    After Ken had left, he returned to the kitchen where Gil was sitting and began the breakfast dishes.  Gil watched him, mostly looking at the deep crease between his hairless buns.

    When the dishes were stacked to dry, Gavin turned around and said, “Okay, Toots, it’s just you and me.  I think I saw some magazines in that dismal parlor, we can at least catch up on the gossip while Ken’s gone.”

    He turned and went through the door to the front room and Gil hurried behind him.  In the room, Gavin was already bent over the stack of outdated magazines on the coffee table, sorting through them with his ass facing Gil.  At last he stood up and tossed half of the magazines on the sofa, then sat down in the overstuffed chair directly across.

    “You sit on the sofa.” he told Gil.  “I don’t want you trying to get fresh with me.”

    He started leafing through a magazine and Gil sat down and did the same.  From where Gil sat, he was able to see up under the apron that Gavin still wore and he could see his soft cock and surprisingly large balls nestled between his thighs.  He looked back down at his magazine, trying to read a story but soon was conscious of Gavin moving around.  He glanced at him and Gavin seemed absorbed in what he was reading except he’d drawn one leg up and rested his foot on the chair seat.  His cock and balls were totally uncovered and Gil could see the beginning of the deep crease of his ass under his ball sack.

    He tried not to look, glancing down at his magazine again and tried to understand the printed words.  After another minute or two, Gavin sighed out loud and squirmed again.  When Gil glanced across at him, he’d thrown his leg over the arm of the chair and his ass cheeks were slightly parted.  Gil was sure he could see the tight dark rosebud of his ass hole.

    He was becoming highly uncomfortable and his dick, without his consent, was starting to harden and creep down his leg.  He wished now that he’d been the one to go to town.

    After a few more minutes, Gavin stood up and took off his apron.

    “Jesus, they must have bought this furniture from a torture chamber that was going out of business.” he said.  “There’s no way to sit comfortably on this chair.”

    He dropped to his knees and rested his elbows on the chair seat while he looked at his magazine, which meant that his plump ass was now turned toward Gil.  Gil could see his ball sack hanging between his legs and the dark furrow that divided his ass.  He couldn’t help wondering what it would be like to stick his dick between them and watch it disappear.  His rebellious dick was entirely hard and throbbing now.

    Gavin started to hum again and sway his hips in time to his music.  Gil sat and watched.

    After another few minutes, Gavin looked over his shoulder and said, “Hey, I know, let’s play a game.”

    Gil pretended to be absorbed in his magazine as he asked, “What kind of game?”

    “It’s really fun.” Gavin replied, then wheeled around and crawled the few feet over to Gil and crouched between his thighs.  “It’s my very favorite game.  It’s called ’We Get Your Dick Out And I Suck On It’.”

    “I don’t think so.” Gil replied.

    Gavin reached over and ran his finger along the hard piece of meat that was swelling beneath Gil’s pant leg.

    “Your mouth is saying no but your dick is saying yes.” he said and began to tickle the tip of the swollen head under the fabric.

    “What do you expect, flouncing your ass around in front of me and then talking about sucking my dick?” Gil said.

    Gavin closed his hand around the stiff meat and replied, “This is exactly what I expect unless you’re dead already.  No one will ever know.  Come on, I give expert blowjobs.”

    Perched on his knees between Gil’s legs, Gavin stared into his eyes and then reached for his belt.  Gil grabbed his hands but then let him go and Gavin unbuckled the belt, unhooked the waist band and pulled down the zipper of Gil’s slacks.

    “You’re going to love this.” he told Gil.  “Now, raise your ass so I can get your pants off.”

    Gil raised his hips and Gavin drew his slacks and underwear down.  His tight pubic patch came into view, then the thick base of his fat dick.  He lowered the clothes further and when the fabric cleared the end of his swollen cock, Gil’s dick flipped back against his belly with a smacking sound.

    “Oh, daddy, you got baby just what he wanted for Christmas.” Gavin said as he gazed at the long thick tube of flesh resting on Gil’s abdomen.  Gil had dark skin, his cock and balls were even darker.  It was so long that the head rested against his belly button and so fat that it looked like you’d never get one hand all of the way around it.  He had enormous balls that were in proportion to his cock and they hung heavily in his fleshy sack, resting on the chair seat.

    Gavin used one hand to scoop up the heavy scrotum and weigh it in his hand.

    “When’d the last time these monsters were drained?” he asked.

    “Long enough ago that I forgot when.” Gil replied.

    “That means you’ve got lots of yummy juice stored up in them for me.”

    Gavin fondled the huge balls and with his other hand wrapped around the base of the fat cock, he raised it so it stood straight up from Gil’s body.  He ran his cheek along one side of the meat, then his other cheek along the other side.  Finally, starting at the base, he ran his lips up the underside to the swollen head.

    “You’re one of those white boys who’s always hungry for big black cock, aren’t you?” Gil said.

    Gavin sat back, still holding his dick upright and said, “Oh, please.  Don’t give me that racist shit, you’re hardly my first black guy and some of the ones I’ve been with were hung like stud canaries.  If you’ve got a big dick, it’s because you’re lucky, not because you’re black.”

    Gil burst out laughing and then he said, “You’ve got that right.  I thought you were into the whole Mandingo fantasy.”

    “No, I’m into the hot looking men with big honking dicks fantasy.” Gavin said.  He leaned forward and when his tongue licked Gil’s piss slit, Gil’s whole body shook.  He cleaned out the hole that was suddenly filled with precum and then began to swirl his tongue around the fat cock head.

    “Do you like it?” Gavin asked.

    “You haven’t heard me complain, have you?” Gil asked, smiling.

    Gavin pulled the slacks and underwear down around Gil’s ankles and then slipped his shoes off of his feet so he could get his pants off.  When his entire bottom half was nude, Gavin pushed his legs open wider and moved further between them.

    “I want access to all of the goodies.” he told Gil.  Then he stuck out his tongue and lapped at the loose ball sack, jostling the nuts around inside with his tongue.  Next, he slid his tongue up the long shaft, from base to head, while Gil sat back and watched.

    “You really have a beautiful dick.” Gavin said, looking into his eyes.  “If I’d known that you were carrying this around, I probably would have tried to jump on it as soon as I was untied this morning right in front of Ken.”

    “Nobody ever described my dick as beautiful before.” Gil replied, almost laughing.

    “Well, I know cock, so take my word for it.” Gavin said.

    It really was a beautiful piece of meat, too.  Long and thick and perfectly smooth, the skin looked like darkest chocolate.  The big head was sort of bullet shaped without much flare, just the right shape to slide comfortably into an ass hole.

    When Gavin’s mouth closed around his cock head, Gil let out a long sigh.  He watched the young man as he slid his lips down the dark pole until he could feel the back of his throat, and then slide his lips back up to the head.  His red lips looked so hot wrapped around the dark meat and he reached out and tousled the blond soft curls on his head.  Gavin was in heaven with the tasty dick filling his mouth.

    Gil had never been sucked off and he hadn’t cum for a long while so it didn’t take long.  He was lying back in the chair; his head thrown back and his eyes closed while Gavin sucked on his cock and fondled his full balls.  When the urge came to blow his load, it came swiftly and almost without warning.

    “I’m gong to shoot, fuck, I’m going to cum.” he said, almost alarmed, as he gripped the arms of his chair.  Gavin reacted by drawing as much of the swollen meat into his throat as he possible could and when Gil felt the soft back of his throat riding his dick head again, that was that.  The cum blasted out of his balls harder than he’d ever felt it.  Gavin swallowed as fast as he could, feeling the sweet juice slide down his throat and fill his hungry tummy.  It tasted like nectar.

    After 4 or 5 huge squirts, the torrent stopped and Gavin kept the dick in his mouth, savoring the fluid that still leaked out of the piss hole.  After a minute, his dick slowly softening, Gil said, “Are you going to keep sucking that till it’s all gone?”

    Gavin raised his head from the dick and replied, “I intend to drain every drop.  And now that we got the fast one out of the way, I’m going to get it hard again and suck out another load.”  His hot mouth closed back around the tube of cock.

    “I’m not a young guy like you.” Gil said.  “It may take a little while before he’s ready to go again.”

    “Leave that to me.” Gavin replied.  “I know how to get a dick hard.”

    He sucked at the soft meat, swirling his tongue around the head and poking the tip into the slot at the end, all the while squeezing the meaty balls in his hand.  After a few minutes, he freed the cock and began to lick and suck the massive balls, taking them one at a time into his mouth and running his tongue over them. His hand, wrapped around Gil’s dick shaft, could feel some firmness starting to return.

    He pushed Gil’s legs up so that they straddled his head, one on each side.  Gil’s ass cheeks opened and he could see the tiny dark pucker of his hairless ass hole between them.  He lowered his head and began to lap at the furled knot.  A jolt passed through Gil’s entire body when his tongue made contact with the virgin hole and Gil almost shouted, “Holy Fuck!”

    That was the reaction Gavin had hoped for.  He licked and sucked between Gil’s ass cheeks, his tongue caressing the tight hole and the tip pressing to open it.  The hole was so tight that he could only get a tiny bit of his tongue into it but Gil squirmed and sighed like he was being fucked with a phone pole.  Gavin serviced the virgin hole for a while, then lifted his head and looked at the huge, fully stiff cock he held in his hand.  It was so hard that the piss slit stood open and drops of precum flowed out.

    He sucked the big dick back down his throat, his hand tight around the base.  Gil, his ass hole still humming from being ate out for the first time and his dick sensitized from already being drained once, lay with his legs spread and allowed Gavin to do whatever he wanted.  His cock head felt like it might burst.

    Gavin was in his natural element.  He sucked and licked the fat dick, forcing the head down his throat and tonguing the head and shaft.  It was one of the tastiest dicks he’d ever encountered and it fit his mouth to a T. He became unaware of his surroundings; the only thing real to him was the hot shaft in his mouth.  His lips slid up and down it seemingly with a will of their own.  Gil was gripping the chair arms like he might fly out of it and hit the ceiling.  He’s never felt anything like it, his cock was the very center of his awareness and it seemed like every nerve in his body was responding to the hungry mouth wrapped around his meat.

    After what seemed like hours, Gil started to feel that itch in his balls that let him know that his cum was rising.  He planted his feet on the floor and arched his hips to feed even more of his cock into Gavin’s throat.  Gavin, knowing the time was near, slid his fingers between Gil’s hot ass cheeks and softly stroked his slick, puckered hole.  

    The load that blasted into Gavin’s mouth was slower this time but even bigger than before.  Even though he swallowed as fast as he could, he felt some of the precious juice leak out of the corner of his mouth and roll down to his chin.  With each blast, Gil’s cock swelled and hardened even more, then relaxed until the next blast.  Gavin got it all.

    When he’s stopped shooting, Gil’s body slackened, his legs akimbo with Gavin between them.  He looked down at Gavin who was wiping the cum off of his chin and sucking it off of his fingers and asked, “Boy, where’d you ever learn to suck a dick that way?”

    “Lots and lots of practice.” Gavin replied.  “Aren’t you glad?”

    When Ken arrived back at the house and entered the door, Gavin was laying nude on the sofa holding a magazine above him while he read.  One of his legs was propped on the sofa back and Ken could see the dark crease between his ass cheeks.

    “Why don’t you go put on some clothes?” he asked Gavin.

    “So that you can rip them off of me and throw me on the floor and fuck my ass hole until I beg for mercy?” Gavin responded.

    “Not exactly.” Ken said.

    “Then, fuck it, what’s the point?  I like being naked.”

    Ken walked through the room and into the kitchen.  He put his purchases down on the table top and looked at Gil, sitting across from him with a cup of coffee in his hand.  Gil seemed subdued, almost sad, and Ken worried about what might be bothering him.

    “I have all of your requests out here, your majesty.” he called through to Gavin.  In a second, he pushed open the door and entered the kitchen.

    “I almost forgot about being kidnapped.” Gavin said.  “Let’s see what you bought.”

    He unpacked the bags, examining each item and only complaining because he thought that Ken should have bought a larger carton of yogurt.  On the whole, though, he approved.  When he unpacked the two cell phones he said, “Bingo, we are in business.”

    He fiddled with the two, setting up the prepaid service minutes on each.  He looked highly pleased with himself.

    “Okay, I need some dirt and then I’ll be ready for my close up, Mr. DeMille.”

    Both Ken and Gil gave him a blank look and he just sighed and stepped out of the back door.  The two men watched through the screen as he rubbed dry soil over his shoulders and chest in swathes, then did the same to his face and neck.  He hurried back inside and looked at himself in the mirror over the sink.

    “Perfect, even if I say so myself.” he said.

    “Okay, you’re the camera man.” he said to Ken, handing him one of the phones.  “I’ll tell you when to start filming.  He laid the newspaper in front of him on the table then took a seat across from Ken.  He turned to Gil and said, “Now, pull my hair.”

    “I don’t want to pull your hair.” Gil said.

    “Just do it.”

    “It’ll hurt.  I don’t want to hurt you.”

    “You bopped me over the head with a brick last night, now you don’t want to hurt me?  Just do it.” Gavin said and slapped Gil as hard as he could against his bicep.  Gil grabbed his hair before even thinking about it.

    “Okay, now pull.” Gavin said.

    Gil pulled slightly.

    “Harder.” Gavin told him.

    He pulled a bit harder.

    “Harder, you big dolt.  Harder!”

    Gil didn’t like being called a dolt.  He yanked the fine yellow curls until Gavin finally screamed, “Ow!  Enough, enough!”

    Gil released him and he sprang up to look into the mirror again.  His face was red and there were tears pooling in his eyes.  He hurried back to his chair, sat down and held the paper up in front of him so that the date and headline were visible.

    “Okay, roll ’em” he said to Ken.

    When Ken indicated that he was taping, Gavin looked into the lens and in a weak voice said, “Grandpa, I’ve been kidnapped.  I’m being held for ransom.  The men who took me say that unless you pay them one million dollars, you’ll never see me again.  They said to keep this phone, it’s the only way they’ll contact you.  Don’t notify the police or the FBI or they’ll kill me.  I’m scared, grandpa.”

    He glanced up at Ken who stopped the film.

    “You said half a million, not a million.” Ken said.  “Isn’t that going to get us in more trouble if we get caught?”

    “You’re already facing life in a federal prison and you’re worried about half a million dollars?  Besides, you guys deserve it.  Now, let me see that film.”

    Ken handed him the phone and they all huddled around and watched the recording.

    “Goddamn, I’m good.” Gavin said, replaying the film again.  “Maybe when this is all over, I should try film acting.  I bet I’d be really good at it.  Can you picture the three of us in Hollywood?”

    Ken and Gil just glanced at each other over Gavin’s head.

    “Paper!” Gavin said.  “I need a pen and paper.”

    He found them in a drawer and sat down at the table where he wrote a note.

    “Play the recording on this phone.  You will receive instructions on how to pay the ransom via this phone only.  If you alert the police or fail to pay, your grandson will die.  Keep this phone with you at all times.” the note read.

    “How does that sound?” Gavin asked the two kidnappers.

    “Really convincing.” Gil said.  “That would scare me.”

    “Do you think I should draw a skull and cross bones on it?  Nah, too much, right?”

    “Sounds like overkill.” Ken replied.

    “Okay, pass me that padded envelope you bought.” he told Ken.  He wrapped the note around the phone and then several layers of paper towels on top of that.  He sealed the envelope and wrote out his grandfather’s home address on the front.  When he’d finished he said, “If I send it to his office, some secretary will open it.  This way no one else will see it.  I think about these things.”

    He placed the envelope on the table and asked, “Is there a post office around here that you know of?”

    “There’s a big one in the mall a couple of miles up the road.” Gil said.

    “Perfect, perfect, perfect.”  He glanced at the clock and then said, “It’s till early enough to get this in today’s mail.  Gil, you take it and mail it.  There should be a self service area in the back of the post office where you can weigh it and put the right postage on it.  You need to hurry.”

    He thrust the package at Gil, got the change from shopping from Ken and then shooed Gil out the door.

    “Bring us back some burgers and fries and some drinks, too.” he called out as Gil backed onto the street.

    Back in the kitchen Gavin went to the sink and began to wipe the dirt off of his face and body with a wet cloth.  When he looked into the mirror he saw Ken behind him, his eyes fixed on Gavin’s plump butt.  Ken, aware that he’d been caught, had the grace to blush.

    “Well, here we are, all alone, just the two of us.” Gavin said.

    Ken, clearly nervous replied, “I think I’ll get those sheets and stuff out front and make the bed.”  He disappeared through the doorway and Gavin hurried to the bedroom.  When Ken entered, he clearly hadn’t been expecting to run into Gavin.

    “It will be easier with two of us.” Gavin said.  “I’m great with beds.”

    He began to strip off the old sheets from the bed, making sure that he bent over often, his ass to Ken.  Ken, for his part, watched the plush ass flex, the smooth cheeks part.  He even got a glimpse of the tightly puckered hole in between them.

    “I’d better wait in the kitchen, this is a small room.” Ken said and ducked into the hallway.

    When Gavin had finished making the bed he returned to the kitchen.  Ken was standing in the corner of the counter, a cup of coffee in his hand.  Even from across the room Gavin could see that the bulge in his pants had grown considerably from the last time he’d checked it.  He walked over to where Ken stood and reached up to open the overhead cupboard and draw out a mug.  As he did so, he made sure that his ass cheek pressed against Ken’s crotch.

    He looked down over his shoulder and said, “I was pretty sure that I felt something earlier when I sat on your lap.  It looks like something is even stiffer, now.”

    Ken blushed again and Gavin cupped his hand over the mound in his pants.

    “Don’t do that.” Ken said.

    “You know you want me to.  You want me to do even more than that don’t you?”

    He was fondling the hard package through the cloth of his slacks and when he slid Ken’s zipper down, he didn’t resist.  Gavin slid his hand into the gap and closed it around the stiff meat in Ken’s underwear.

    “Sweet Jesus!” Gavin said.

    He drew his hand back out and began to unbuckle Ken’s belt.  The unresisting Ken closed his eyes and allowed him to open his pants and then slowly draw them down around his knees.  His half hard cock flopped out, bigger than Gavin had ever suspected.  Even only half stiff it was a monster.

    “When’s the last time you got laid?” Gavin asked as he caressed the half swollen meat.

    “A long time ago.” Ken said.  “Look, I don’t think it works anymore.  Stop playing with it.”

    “Oh, I’m an expert at getting a dick into fighting shape.  I know exactly what you straight guys like.”

    He slid down onto his knees and looked at the big cock in front of him and weighed it in his hand.  He couldn’t wait to see it fully hard.  Without saying anything to Ken, he grabbed him by the waist and spun him around so that his ass was level with Gavin’s face.

    “Hey, wait a minute.” Ken said.

    Gavin put his hand on Ken’s back and pushed him forward, then ran his cheek over Ken’s hairy ass cheek.

    “What are you doing?” Ken asked, alarmed.

    Gavin leaned forward until his nose rested between Ken’s meaty ass cheeks then he stuck out his tongue and licked his tight hole.

    “Oh, fuck, stop that.” Ken said.

    Instead, Gavin nosed deeper between his buns and licked his hole.  Ken groaned but didn’t put up any fight.  Gavin licked at the tight furl and pressed his tongue against it, driving the tip deep as he could into the resistant pucker.  Ken spread his legs a bit wider, wanting Gavin to tongue him deeper.  Gavin did.

    He tongue fucked Ken’s ass for a few minutes, loving how the stiff hairs in his crack felt brushing against his face and cheeks and how Ken thrust back his hips against his tongue.  He reached in front of Ken and felt for his cock, which had grown to a degree of stiffness that probably ached.  He whirled ken back around to face him so that he could see his prize.

    Ken’s cock was every bit as big as Gil’s but the similarities stopped there.  It might have been thicker but it was hard to tell because the whole shaft was covered with a network of swollen, pulsing veins.  Gavin’s ass hole puckered thinking what it must feel like to get fucked by that bumpy shaft.  And whereas Gil’s dick head had been bullet shaped, Ken had a thick helmet shape with a wide flange that flared out all around the head.  The head itself was the size of a peach and the big hole that divided it had a steady stream of clear fluid running out of it and down his long shaft.

    “Goddamn, you’ve got what’s called a pillow biter.” Gavin said, looking up at Ken.

    “What’s that?”

    “It means a guy would have to bite the pillow to keep from screaming when this big thing stretches his ass hole open” Gavin replied.

    He played for a moment with Ken’s big hairy ball sack, measuring the big nuts inside.  They were bigger than Gil’s.

    “Man, I wouldn’t mind going to prison for a while if all of the guy’s there are hung like this.” he told Ken.

    With a full ball in each of his hands Gavin looked up at Ken and said, “I have to taste what’s inside of these big boys.”  Ken’s massive meat was standing straight up in front of his face, precum still flowing out of the piss hole.  He wrapped one hand around the thick base and pulled the shaft downward until he could take the enormous head in his mouth.  Ken’s knees were shaking.

    The cock head was so big that he couldn’t get much of the shaft in his mouth.  He decided to concentrate on the sensitive head.  He tongued the wide slit, tasting the sweet precum as it flowed out.  It was delicious, sweet and musky.  He swirled his tongue all over the swollen head, exploring it.  Ken moaned.  Then he really got down to business.  Using his tongue to lick and caress the giant head, at the same time he moved his head up and down so that his mouth was a tight fuck hole for it.  He could see Ken’s hands on either side of his body gripping the edge of the counter.

    “Oh, fuck, that feels good.” Ken sighed.

    While bobbing on the wide head, Gavin began to play with the giant nuts below his cock.  Ken raised himself on tiptoe, arching his back.  His hips thrust forward to feed his dick to Gavin.

    Gavin worked the head over for a good five minutes before Ken’s breathing started accelerating.  He was panting, short breaths in and out as if he’d run a marathon.

    Suddenly, the first big wad of cum gushed into Gavin’s mouth without warning.  It was followed by several more, equally as large and wet.  Gavin could feel the force behind each spurt as it shot into his throat.  The cum was thick and warm and tasted like nutmeg.  Gavin sucked at the big head, trying to get more.

    The geyser stopped and Ken’s cock almost immediately began to wilt.  Even softening, the big head filled Gavin’s mouth until he finally let it free.

    “Man, I could take a steady diet of that ball juice.” he said to Ken.  Ken looked embarrassed.

    Gavin pulled himself upright and grasped the big dick in his hand.

    “You could charge for the chance to swing on this fucker.” he told Ken.  “You’d have the cocksuckers standing in line.”

    Ken, embarrassed but clearly pleased, pushed Gavin away and began to pull his pants back up.  “Go fill somebody else’s ear with that crap.” he said.

    “I don’t think you get it, that’s a championship cock you’ve got there.”

    “Oh, buzz off.” Ken said smiling and walked out to sit on the front porch.

    Gil returned shortly after that, bags of fast food in each hand.  They all sat around the table and ate their fill.

    “Nothing to do but wait until tomorrow, now.” Gavin said.  “We’ll just have to find some way to fill the time.”

    Later they all sat in the living room.  There was no TV but there was an old radio that worked so they listened to that and read.  Gil and Ken kept exchanging looks but not much was said.  Not too long after dark, Gavin stood up and said, “I’m ready for bed.”

    He walked down the hall and when the other two followed him, he was laying face down on the big bed.

    “Uh, Gavin, we need to tie you up in the basement so that you don’t try to get away.” Gil said.

    Gavin propped his head up on one hand and said, “Are you on crack?  I’m not sleeping in the basement; I bet there are spiders down there as big as tumbleweeds.  I’m sleeping right here in between you two, there’s plenty of room.”

    “But…” Ken began to say.

    “Forget it, I’m sleeping here.  You can sleep on the floor or the couch or in your car but I’m not moving!”

    Ken and Gil went out and looked at the sofa and the floor, then turned off the lights and returned to the bedroom.  They started to climb onto the bed but Gavin held up his hand and said, “Stop right there.  “You’re not getting in bed wearing the same dirty clothes you’ve worn all day.  Were you brought up in a barn?”

    The men looked at each other and then slowly removed their clothing until they stood side by side in their briefs.  They were lean and extremely well muscled, each muscle group standing out and visible.  Gil’s dark skin was so smooth that it had a luster like silk but Ken was covered with fur over his chest and stomach.  Even so the ridges of muscle in his belly were clearly visible.

    “Oh, hell yeah, now that’s what I’m talking about.  You two are both built like brick shithouses.”

    “There’s not much to do in prison except exercise.” Gil said.

    “Well, hallelujah for that.” Gavin replied.

    The two men again tried to climb onto the bed but Gavin said, “Briefs, too.  Who knows when you last changed them?”

    Both men stood at the edge of the bed, unsure what to do.

    “Oh, hell, if you two shared a cell then I know you’ve seen each other naked.  And I already sucked both of your dicks and ate your asses out today so you’ve got no excuse to act shy in front of me.”

    Gil and Ken looked at each other, realizing that they’d both been blown.  

    “Pants off and on the bed.” Gavin said.

    They peeled off their briefs, careful not to look at each other and each lay down on either side of Gavin.  He was lying on his belly and they each kept stealing looks at his lush buns and the deep crack in between them.  Finally, Gavin raised his head and said, “Well…?”

    They stared back at him and he said, “Is someone going to turn out the light?”

    Gil jumped up and flipped the switch and then lay back down.  He and Ken, each on their back, could just make out the glow of Gavin’s ass in the darkness.  Soon, Gavin’s hands crept up either side of him, over the men’s tight stomachs and began to play with their big cocks.  In almost no time at all, they were both standing stiff.

    Eventually Gavin said, “Hey, guess what?”

    “What?” they responded simultaneously.

    “You’ve both got cocks that are harder than crowbars.  We should play.”

    Gavin jumped up, flipped the light switch back on and then went to the corner where his shoulder pack lay.  He rooted around inside for a minute then came back and flopped down between the two men who were studiously avoiding looking at each other’s body.

    “Look.” Gavin said.  “I’ve got a big tube of lube.  Who’s going to fuck me first?”  He raised himself so that he was sitting on his knees and wrapped a hand around each of the swollen cocks and held them so that they stood straight up.  “You two could be twins, as far as dick size goes.” he told them.

    The two men looked first at their own cock and then at the other one.  It was true; they were roughly the same length and thickness.

    “Look, we’ve never…” Gil started.

    “I know, you’ve never had a guy suck your cock, you’ve never had your ass hole rimmed and now you’re going to say that neither one of you has ever fucked a guy in the ass.  Right?”

    Neither man replied.  Gavin pushed each aside and grabbed the pillows under their heads, piled them in the middle of the bed and lay down on top of them so that his ass was raised in the air and spread open

    “I had a date all set up for tonight with one of my regulars.” he told them.  “He fucks my ass so long and so hard that it takes my hole a week to recover.  You two are making me miss out on that so you’re going to make it up to me.”

    “But…” Ken said.

    “But nothing.  I know that you both know at least what fuck means.  Screw this.  Ken, you’re up first.  After that big dick head gets through with my ass, I’m going to need Gil’s sweet dick to make it feel better.  Grease your dick up and get busy.”

    Ken looked to Gil and Gil nodded so Ken rose on the bed and climbed between Gavin’s legs.   In front of him the rounded buns were spread open so that the little pucker was in full view, waiting to be opened.  He opened the tube and spread a thick layer of grease on his stiff prick   He’d been wondering what it would feel like to slide into Gavin’s hole all day, now he was about to find out.

    “Gil, climb up here and let me suck on your big lollipop while your buddy opens my hole for you.” Gavin said.

    Gil moved to the head of the bed and sat with his legs spread, his dick in front of Gavin’s face.  Gavin’s mouth closed around it and he shook his hips at Ken.

    Ken guided his hard cock between the mounds of Gavin’s ass until his cock head rested on the tiny hole.  His cock head looked enormous in comparison.

    “I don’t think this is going to fit in there.” he told Gavin.

    “I’ve taken bigger.  Put it in me.” he replied around the hard dick in his mouth.

    Ken pressed his hips forward, forcing the wide head against the puckered opening.  It slowly unfurled, letting a scant fraction of the mass inside.  He pushed harder and the opening spread a bit more.  With another push, the head sank in up to the wide flanged edge of the head.  Another push and the flange began to disappear as Gavin let out a long groan.

    “Should I stop?” Ken asked.

    “Not if you value your life.” Gavin said.  “My ass is on fire for that dick.”

    A bit more pressure and Ken felt his cock head clear the ring and pop inside of Gavin’s fuck chute.  Pressing more, the thick shaft slid into the hole and disappeared until it was fully sheathed in the tight channel.

    Holding himself up on his arms, Ken began to move his cock around inside of the hot chute.  It felt more fantastic than he’d ever imagined, tight and hot and slick.  He glanced up to where Gil’s long dick was being ridden by Gavin’s lips.  He’s never watched a guy suck another guy’s dick, another thing that made his cock harder than it had ever felt.

    The tight channel gripped his dick and he began to slide it in and out.

    Gil, looking down over Gavin’s shoulders, watched his friend’s enormous dick plow in and out between the pale buns, the thick shaft spreading the hole wide.

    Gavin lifted his face from Gil’s dick and said, “Oh, daddy, that big dick feels so good.  Tear my ass hole up.”

    Ken could feel the hot muscles squirming inside of Gavin’s ass, clutching his cock and playing over the shaft.  His cock head was squeezed tight by the channel.

    “Give me your load, daddy.  Fill my little ass with your hot seed.” Gavin told him.

    He looked down and watched his thick dick slide in and out of the red ring of Gavin’s ass hole, then looked up to watch as Gavin slobbered over Gil’s hard dick, forcing it into his throat.  The tight grip on his cock head soon had effect and he could feel his balls drawing up to shoot.  He forced his dick as deep as possible into Gavin’s ass as it swelled and he shuddered as his hot cum began to jet out of his slit.  It was more intense than anything he’d ever experienced.   He collapsed on top of Gavin and let his cock drain itself.

    As he started to soften, Gavin moved his hips against him and said, “I could feel every squirt.”

    When his meat had shrunk a bit, he began to back it out of Gavin’s clutching hole.  When the head reached the ring, he had to pull to get it free and the hole made a pop like a champagne cork.  He fell to the side.

    “That was a great fuck.” Gavin said.  “Okay, Gil, now it’s your turn in the saddle.  Let me see how your big dick feels in my hole.”

    Gil, his stiff dick standing straight up, didn’t hesitate.  He moved down on the bed until he was between Gavin’s legs but Gavin then said, “Wait a minute.”  He pulled the pillows from beneath his hips and raising his leg, he turned over so that he was lying on his back.  He raised his legs, his hands behind his knees, and his ass opened so that Gil could look down between his buns at the reddened hole.  Gil was surprised to see that Gavin’s dick was hard now, too, and it was a whole lot bigger than he would have thought.

    “Shove that pretty dick in me and make me love it.” he said to Gil.  Gil positioned his cock head against the hole and watched as it was slowly engulfed.

    “I’m not done with you, yet, Ken.” Gavin said as the long dick slid into him.  “Get up here and sit your ass on my face so I can get my tongue up your hole.”

    Any last remaining reservations that Gil and Ken had about being sexually active in front of each other crumbled at that moment.

    Straddling Gavin’s face, Ken grabbed his ankles and pulled back on them so that Gil would have even better access to his tight hole.  Feeling Gil’s big dick sink even further in his guts, Gavin responded by sliding his tongue up Ken’s tight hole.

    “Slam that big meat up that fuck hole.” Ken told Gil, watching the fat cock slide in and out.  “Wear his fucking ass hole out.”

    Gil was slamming into the creamy guts, Ken’s cum coating his dick and squishing with each thrust.

    “Lean back and let me watch this hungry fucker eat your hole.” He told Ken.

    Gavin, hearing what he’d said, reached up and gathered Ken’s low hanging balls up tight against the stiffening shaft of his monster dick, giving Gil a clear view of his wet tongue drilling Ken’s ass hole.

    “He’s eating your ass like he’s starving.  Makes my cock even harder to watch.”

    Ken’s cock had roared back to full stiffness from the soft tongue teasing his hole and Gil watched as precum leaked out of it and fell to Gavin’s chest.

    “We’re going to change places as soon as you shoot your load.” Ken told Gil.  “I’m going to need to drop another load up his ass.”

    “I can feel your juice all over my dick.  I’m going to make Gavin lick it clean after he eats my hole out.  He’s going to lick up both flavors of cum after I shoot my juice and fill his ass with a chocolate and vanilla swirl.”

    “You’re fucking his hole like a pro, bud.” Ken said.  “It feels like his tongue is a foot up my ass.”

    “I never guessed that an ass could feel so good wrapped around my cock.” Gil replied.  “I’d have been fucking boy ass a long time ago.”

    Both men watched the other until Gil started pounding Gavin’s hole with long thrusts, pulling almost his entire dick out and then slamming it balls deep back in his guts.  Looking down his back Ken could see his hard ass cheeks flex and tighten every time his cock head bottomed out in the hot ass.  Gavin was doing things with his tongue that made Ken’s hole want to ride his tongue forever and that made his balls ache for release.

    “It’s coming, cocksucker.” Gil panted.  “I’m going to shoot my first ass fuck load in you.”

    He shoved his long cock into Gavin’s hole until there was no space left in his ass and Gavin felt the flood of molten ball juice flood his ravaged ass.  It felt soothing against the battered walls and he sighed with pleasure.

    Ken watched the tremors shake his friend’s body as his balls emptied in long streams of cum and when he’d finished shooting, Ken said, “Switch places, I need to drop this load.”

    Gil moved up and pulled his cheeks apart over Gavin’s face, then sat on his stiff tongue.  Ken moved down and slammed his massive cock head into Gavin’s ass in one thrust.  He stroked his cock in and out a few times and then he began shooting even more cum into Gavin’s flooded ass hole.

    “Don’t pull your cock out, yet.” Gavin said from between Gil’s ass cheeks.  He grabbed his stiff dick and began to beat it, his tongue fucking Gil’s ass and the enormous head of Ken’s dick still lodged deep in his guts.  With only a few strokes, ribbons of cum blasted out of his cock head and coated his chest.

    Gil slid off of his face and lay on one side of him and Ken backed his cock out of him and lay down on the other side.  Gavin was humming a little song to himself while they all caught their breath.

    “See, isn’t this nice?” he asked his kidnappers while rubbing his cum into the flesh of his chest.  He grasped each of their exhausted dicks when he’d finished and said, “My ass feels all nice and squishy inside from all of the cum you guy’s shot up there.  You fucked me real good.”

    Gil and Ken didn’t say anything.

    “Of course, it was your first time so I didn’t expect you to last forever.  Next time, I’ll tie up your cock and balls so that you can’t shoot until I let you.”

    Gil and Ken just exchanged glances over Gavin’s head.

    “Okay, time to sleep.  We have a big day tomorrow.  Gil, you turn on your side this way.”  Gavin turned onto his side so that he and Gil were facing each other and with one hand he cupped Gil’s big ball sack while wrapping his other hand around his wet cock.

    “And Ken, you turn on your side and rest your big fat dick in between my buns.  This way, I can play with Gil’s dick if I wake up in the night and feel your stiff cock trying to open my ass hole again.  Good night.”

    In a matter of minutes he was breathing evenly in sleep.  It took Gil and Ken a little longer but eventually they too fell into slumber.

    *          *          *          *          *          *

    The next morning Gavin stood in the bedroom doorway, gazing at his two sleeping captors.

    Ken was lying on his back, one arm flung up over his head.  The thick hair covering his chest and abdomen sparkled in the morning light and his long penis lay draped to one side so that the enormous head hung over the side of his hip.

    Gil was asleep on his stomach, one leg raised to the side so that his muscular buns stood up and apart.  Gavin could see into the hairless valley between them and the tight dark pucker of Gil’s delicious ass hole.  He skin shone like satin.

    Walking over to the end of the bed, he first tickled their soles and then tugged at both men’s big toe.

    “Wakey, wakey, it’s time to get up.” he said as he did so.

    “What time is it?” Ken mumbled.

    “It’s almost eleven, I’ve been up for a couple of hours but you two looked so cute that I let you sleep in.  But we’ve got things to do so no more napping.”

    Both men groggily began the job of sitting up.

    Gavin looked at their lean muscular bodies and big cocks and said, “I just love being kidnapped.  My ass hole is still humming from the workout you two gave it last night.”

    Both men, remembering the night before, suddenly became shy and reluctant to look at each other.  Ken slid to the end of the bed and placed his feet on the floor.

    Then, he looked around and asked, “Where are our clothes?”

    “There’s a washing machine and dryer so I did our laundry.” Gavin replied.  “I just put them in the dryer.”

    “What are we supposed to wear until then?” Gil asked.

    “Oh, please.   You hardly need to be shy in front of me, I’ve had my tongue in both of your ass holes and you both have stuck your dick so far up my butt I thought it would come out of my mouth.  You can stay naked until your clothes are dry, it’s fun.”

    Neither man looked pleased but Gavin ignored their looks and said, “I’m getting ready to fix breakfast.  I’ll give you 20 minutes for you both to get showered, you both smell like butt sex.   If you aren’t ready for breakfast I’ll throw it out.  I’ve already eaten anyway.”

    He turned on his heel and the men watched his plump bottom disappear down the hall.

    “Last night was pretty wild.” Gil said.

    “Yeah, but it was fun.  A lot more fun than I ever thought it would be.”

    “That boy sure likes the dick.”

    “The way you were pounding it, I’d say you liked his hole, too.”

    Gil laughed and said, “I’m not the one who went back for seconds, Jackson.”

    Ken laughed too at that and said, “I’ve got to admit, my dick likes what he can do to it.”

    “Any breathing man would.” Gil replied.  “Now, I’ll let you shower first.  Don’t use all of the hot water and hurry your hairy ass up, I’m hungry.”

    When showers were done, both men appeared in the kitchen.  Gavin looked up at their nude bodies and big swinging dicks and said, “Now, if I saw a sight like that every morning I’d never lose my appetite.”

    He rose, the men sat and he served them each a plate.

    “What’s this?” Gil asked.

    “It’s an egg white omelet and whole grain toast.  It’s good for you, just shut up and eat it.”

    Both men began to eat and Gavin sat back down across from them.  After watching them for a few minutes he said, “You know, of course, that this is every fag’s dream come true.  Two naked, hot, big dicked men sitting across the breakfast table.”

    Both men couldn’t help but grin at the remark and glance shyly at the other.

    “But, duty calls, even if I would rather spend the day in bed being repeatedly raped.  What’s the plan for the ransom?”

    The men lost their grins and Gil said, “We thought we’d have it dropped off somewhere and then go pick it up.”

    “Yeah, right, and have the cops and FBI jump on your asses before you even see the money.  We need a better plan than that.  We need something foolproof, a drop off place where we won’t get caught but can still grab the cash…”

    Gavin stared into space for a moment, and then leapt up from the table.  He began to do a dance that resembled and Irish jig combined with kung-fu fighting plus a few disco moves.

    “I’m a genius.” he said as he danced.  “An absolute fucking genius.  I know the perfect place.”

    “Where?” Ken asked.

    Gavin stopped dancing and gave the two men a long look.

    “Maybe I won’t tell you.” he said.  “Maybe I’ll just let you find your own place.”

    “Come on, tell us.” Ken said.

    “I might.  But only if you kiss me right here.”  Gavin turned so that his ass showed and pointed to the right cheek of his ass.

    “I’m not about to kiss your ass.” Ken said.

    “Not even for half a million dollars?”

    Ken looked disgruntled but he slowly bent forward and pecked a kiss on the shapely bun.  Next to him, Gil snorted with laughter.

    “What’s so funny, Mr. Ho-Ho-Ho?” Gavin asked him.  “My ass has two cheeks.”  He pointed to a spot on his left one.

    “Half a million dollars.” Ken said with a smile and Gil slowly kissed the smooth butt.

    “Thank you.” Gavin said.  Then his excitement got the better of him.  “This is so cool; I know a place absolutely made for this.”

    He sat down and said, “My family owns an old soap factory, it’s been closed down for years.  When I was younger, I used to bicycle over there and explore the place.  One day I realized that there were huge drains underneath the whole plant, I guess to carry away the manufacturing waste.  It took me three whole days to find my way into the tunnels and then I had to climb down a manhole and wriggle through one of the pipes.  The whole system is absolutely huge; it goes on for what seems like miles. I know it like the back of my hand, I used to go down there looking for vampires, I was big into vampires back then.  I never even saw a rat, the place is spotless.  EPA was on their asses for years to clean it up. But the best part is that there are escape hatches that lead back up into the main floor.  They each have a wheel like on a bank vault that you use to open them and when they’re closed they can’t be opened from outside.”

    “How does that help?” Gil asked.

    “We have the money placed on one of the hatches, wait until the person walks away, open the hatch and grab the cash and then get the hell out of there.”

    But, won’t they be waiting for us up above?”

    “That’s the best part.  There’s an opening that leads to a creek about a half mile away, a big grate.  We climb out there, hop in the car and take off.  Even when they eventually do get into the system, it’s like a maze.  It will take days just to figure out which way we went.”

    Both of the men sat thinking.

    “It’s perfect, dummies.  My motherfucker grandpa is going to pay a million dollars and won’t even know who took it.  I’d love to see the look on his face.”

    “It sounds like it might work.” Gil said to Ken.

    “Of course it will work.” Gavin said, peeved.  “I should become a criminal.  I could be a mastermind of a criminal empire.  And I’d get people in my gang who appreciated me.”

    “We appreciate you.” Gil said.  “Just tell us what we should do.”

    “Finish your breakfast.” Gavin said.  “You don’t think vampires might have moved in since the last time I was there, do you?  I guess I shouldn’t worry until the time comes, right?”

    He jumped up again and retrieved paper and a pen then sat back down and began to draw as the men ate.  He finished at about he same time that they did.

    “Okay, here’s the layout of the plant.” he said, pushing his drawing across the table.  “They call the main part building A, like I labeled it.  I drew the floor plan.  And see the circle that I drew in the middle that says ‘Red‘?  That’s a hatch.  We have them place the money on that red dot and then we grab it.  They won’t know hat happened, even.”

    “What if they get the wrong hatch?”

    “There’s only one in that part of the place and it’s painted red like I said.  If they fuck it up, we’ll make them do it over.”

    “How do we get the instructions to them?” Ken asked.  “Mail them?”

    “That’s what the other phone is for.  I’ll send grandpa a text telling him what to do, with a photo of the floor plan.  He ought to be smart enough to know what to do after that.  While I was up earlier I added an app to this phone that will even tell us when he opens and reads the text.”

    Gavin got the phone from the counter and photographed the floor plan, then sat down and composed the text.

    “Place one million dollars in unmarked bills in a canvas bag with handles.  Take it to the closed down soap plant you own at 4 PM this afternoon and carry it into building A.  You will see a large red circle in the middle of the floor.  Leave the bag there on the circle and go back outdoors.  Do not notify the police or the FBI or you will never see your grandson again.” he read aloud when he’d finished.  “How does that sound?”

    “Really professional.” Gil said.

    “Let’s send it.” Gavin said and then he did.  Almost immediately a pinging noise was heard and a window appeared that read “Message has been opened”.

    “He’s already read it.” Gavin crowed.  “The game is on.”  He jumped up again and began his awkward dance, then as the two men watched he stepped outside through the back door.  He found a rock, opened the phone and took something out of it and laid it on the concrete step.  Then he used the rock to smash it into pieces.

    “We don’t want them tracking us by the phone.” he explained as he re-entered.  

    “What do we do now?” Ken asked.

    “We wait.” Gavin replied.  He walked over to where the men still sat and stood behind them, then leaned forward and grasped each of their long cocks in a hand.  “I bet I know a way we can make the time fly by.” he told them as he stroked their dicks.

    Even after being drained several times the day before both dicks started to stiffen and Gavin pulled them toward the bedroom using their cocks as a handle.  By the time they reached the bed, both were standing at attention.

    “I was thinking about doing this all morning.” Gavin told the men.  “Get on the bed and lay on your back.”

    The men smirked at each other and then lay down side by side.  Gavin made a few adjustments, moving their bodies into a more pleasing position and then he said, “Okay, put your hands over your head so that I can tie you to the headboard.”

    The men stopped smirking.

    “We can’t let you tie us up, you might run away.” Gil said.

    “Jesus Fucking Christ, if I wanted to run away I could have called Uber while you two were asleep this morning and already be home in my own bed.  You guys are really insulting sometimes.”

    Ken raised himself on his elbows and said, “We don’t mean to insult you.  It’s just that, you know, we’re supposed to be in charge.”

    “You two are in charge, goofballs.” Gavin told him.  “At least, you’re in charge of kidnapping.  But I’m in charge of cocks so you have to do what I say in that department.  Now, trust me, you’re going to love this.  Hands over heads.”

    Gil and Ken reluctantly did as told and lay still as Gavin securely lashed their wrists to the headboard.  When he was satisfied that they couldn’t get free, he crossed over to Ken’s work boots and removed the laces from each one.

    “What are those for?” Ken asked.

    “You’ll see, just be patient.”

    Gavin climbed onto the bed between Ken’s legs and sat looking at his stiff cock.  Then, he looped a shoelace over the top of his dick and pulled the rest down around and under his balls.  He tied the cock and balls off and watched as the dick filled with more blood and expanded even further.  Next, he began to wrap the lace around Ken’s loose ball sack, forcing the huge nuts lower and lower.  When they were laced tightly so that they couldn’t even move, he looped an end of the lace around each ball individually and tied the ends together.

    Ken’s cock, tied off as it was, had continued to grow because of the trapped blood.  The giant head had expanded until it was the size of an apple and just as red and shiny.  His long thick shaft, always in the past covered with raised veins, now had a tracery of dark vessels over the surface that stood out from the shaft, engorged with trapped blood.  His cock looked like it had grown and thickened by at least another third.

    “Goddamn,” Gil said, looking at his buddy’s lassoed cock, “that thing looks like something out of a monster movie.”

    “It looks like something out of a porn movie that guys would line up to get a chance to swing on.” Gavin said and then kissed the gaping piss slit.  The cock was so tightly bound that Ken’s usually overflowing precum was reduced to a thin trickle and Ken squirmed at the touch of Gavin’s lips.

    “It sure makes it sensitive, that’s for sure.” Ken said, looking down at his cock that was standing up and out from his body.

    Gavin moved over so that he was between Gil’s legs and repeated the same process.  When he’d finished, Gil’s cock was an even darker shade of black, the shaft swollen to twice its width, the bullet shaped head dark and shining.  Gavin closed his hand around the swollen head and said, “Almost as big as Ken’s now.”  Gil’s hips involuntarily bucked from the pressure against his dick head.

    “Now, just lay back and enjoy the show, gentlemen, I’m going to do all of the work.” Gavin told them.

    They watched him as he lubed his ass, fingering lots of grease deep into his hole.  Both men’s cocks were throbbing and standing up from their bodies, they were so stiff.

    “I think I’ll give Gil a try first.” Gavin said.  He got onto the bed and straddled Gil’s petrified cock, then slowly sank his hole down on it.  Gil bucked when he felt the pucker against his tingling cock and then began to thrash around as the hole opened to admit his cock.  Gavin kept up the pressure until he was sitting on Gil’s body, the enormous cock all of the way sunk into his guts.

    “I don’t know about this.” Gil said.  “My cock feels about a hundred times more sensitive than usual.  I don’t know if I can handle this.”

    “Too late to back out now.” Gavin told him.  “These cocks are mine until I let them go.”

    He began to raise and lower himself on the big dick in his hole.  Gil gasped and tossed his head each time the tight ass hole slid up and down over his engorged shaft and when the long cock bottomed out against the back wall of Gavin’s ass, he let out an involuntary grunt.  For Gil it was almost torture, if having your cock raped by an expert could be considered torture.

    Ken, watching his buddy’s contortion and expressions said, “I think I’ll skip this go round.”

    “Fat fucking chance.” Gavin said.  He slowly raised his body until the enormous black cock popped free of his ass hole, then he moved over to straddle Ken’s hips.  “You guys are my prisoners now and I intend to make the most of it.”

    Even Gavin’s frequently fucked hole had trouble accepting a cock head the size that Ken’s currently was and it took some effort to force it inside.  The hole finally stretched though and Gavin began his descent on the bumpy, vein covered cock shaft.  His toes curled as his ass lips rode over each distended vein.  Ken was almost blithering by the time his stiff dick was lodged totally in Gavin’s ass.

    “Come on,” Ken said, “you’re going to make us lose our marbles riding our cocks like that.”

    “And you know what?  With your balls tied up the way they are, it will make it impossible for you to cum just about.  So I can ride your dicks all afternoon.”

    He rotated his hips so the giant cock head in his ass rubbed against the slick walls inside his fuck shoot and Ken squirmed even more.  Over the next two hours, Gavin took turns riding both of the stiff dicks, sometimes facing the men, sometimes riding backward.  The trussed up cocks never flagged.  If anything, they just became more sensitive as the day wore on.

    Ken had given up; he lay totally inert as Gavin’s ass made love to his cock.  The only response he made was to occasionally groan; otherwise he was too overcome to do much else.  Gil still had some fight left and he still made feeble thrashing motions or tried to buck the ravenous hole off of his sore dick.

    It was during just such a session, Gil bucking his hips, which Gavin began to ride his cock even harder.  Gavin’s cock had remained hard almost the entire time, too, and it swung and slapped against his belly as he rode up and down the length of Gil’s prick.  At last, he slammed his hips down on Gil’s body and without even touching himself he began to shoot thick ribbons of cum that flew out of his piss slit and landed on Gil’s chest and stomach.  The hot cum glistened like opals on the dark skin and after the flow had stopped Gavin leaned forward and licked up each gooey drop.

    “Whoo!  Now that’s what I call a fuck session.” Gavin said as he slowly eased himself off of Gil’s still rigid dick.  He began the process of untying his cock and balls and when the strings were removed, Gil’s dick flopped to one side and played dead.  Ken just lay still and allowed himself to be untrussed and when his cock was free it began to shrink and gush precum at the same time.  

    Gavin moved up and began to untie the men’s hands and Gil said, “Wait.  What about us?”

    “What about what?”

    “Aren’t you going to get us off?” Ken mumbled.

    “Later.  Right now, we have to go get your money.   Afterward we’ll come back here and celebrate and it will be all about your cocks being drained.”

    “My balls are aching like they’ve got cramps.” Gil said.  “Can’t you just do us real fast?”

    “Hey, we agreed I’m supervisor in the cock department.  I said you have to wait.  Besides, your dicks need to rest a little before I make them do more tricks and it will feel so much better then.” Gavin said.

    “It just seems kind of unfair.” Gil said as he slowly sat up.

    Gavin retrieved the fresh laundry from the dryer and they all three began to dress.  Even though the two big cocks were no longer in bondage, they were swollen larger than ever and sensitive to the touch.  It took some effort to get them comfortably stowed away and even after they were dressed both men sported very prominent mounds at the crotch.  Gavin looked on, his eyes sparkling.

    He led them outdoors and said, “I’ll drive, I know the way.”  No one argued, mostly because they were both just too exhausted from the abuse they’d suffered.

    “How do you know where you are?” Gil asked as they drove down the highway.

    “I recognized this hellhole as soon as I looked out the door.” Gavin replied.  “I get around.”

    After about half an hour, Gavin pulled into the lot of a rundown Burger Doodle.

    “I thought you were in a hurry.” Ken said.

    “I am.  You two are going to wait for me here.”

    “Here?  What about the money?”

    “It’s easier if I go alone.  I know the way through the tunnels and I can move faster and quieter alone.  When I’ve got the cash, I’ll come back and pick you up.  I don’t want to take a chance on the two of you getting caught.”

    “Yeah, but what if you get caught?” Gil asked.

    “I’ll make up some Patty Hearst I-was-brainwashed kind of bullshit story.  They’re not going to arrest me and besides grandpa wouldn’t let them.  If anything happens and I’m not back in a couple of hours, just go back to the house and I’ll be there later.”

    Gavin got out of the car.

    “The drain into the system is only about a half mile up the road.  Just sit tight here and I’ll be back before you know it with a bag of delicious cash.”

    He picked up the flashlight he’d brought with them and started up the road.  He didn’t look back.

    After about 15 minutes he came to the part of the road where he knew the drain was located.  He peered over the edge of the berm, the creek flowing slowly by.  It took several minutes for him to locate the opening; brush had grown up around it and entirely concealed it.  He slid down the bank to the grating.

    The steel grate swung open after a few tries, the hinges rusted from disuse, and Gavin scrambled inside.  After the first few feet the pipe began to grow until finally he was able to stand upright.  The system was still spotless inside and even smelled faintly of soap.

    His sense of direction was unerring, he felt as if he’d just been here the day before and in only minutes he stood in the large round vat that lay under the floor of the main building.  This had been his refuge as a child and young teenager, the place where he could get away from everyone.  He saw that his pile of blankets was in the same spot beside the ladder and that his store of candles and matches were right where he left them.  He moved the blankets and saw his stack of gay porn magazines were right where he’s left them, too, and he picked up his old favorite and leafed through it.  It fell open to his favorite photos and he suddenly had a realization.  He decided that the magazines would go back out with him, too.

    Even the ladder leading to the escape hatch was shiny from the years of soap fats that had bathed it; there wasn’t a spot of rust on it.  He laid the flashlight at the bottom of the ladder and began to climb upward in its beam.  It was a long climb, the vat was a couple of stories high and when he reached the top he was out of breath.  The hatch was over his head and stretching off in the darkness around him were the steel plates that made up the flooring of the factory.  He began to slowly turn the wheel that opened the hatch, the six stanchions that secured it in place slowly retracting inward toward the middle.  When he had pulled them back far enough so that just an inch or two of the stainless steel bars supported the hatch, he stopped and waited.

    After 15 minutes or so, he heard footsteps on the steel plate of the floor/ceiling over him.  The person was walking softly as though he didn’t want his footsteps to be too loud.  The steps walked across the steel plate and then stopped and Gavin heard a thud as something was placed atop the hatch.  He waited and the steps slowly retreated.  He heard the person retrace his steps across the steel plates until he stepped off of the covering and onto concrete.

    Gavin reached up and very, very slowly began to turn the wheel holding the hatch in place.  The steel bolts silently retracted until the hatch swung downward.  Gavin saw the bag on top fall through and he heard it hit the floor below him.  Using his shoulders, he pushed the hatch upward and began spinning the wheel that would seal it.

    “Hey, the money’s gone.” he heard someone shout and just as he spun the six steel bars back in place, the first footsteps ran toward the hatch.  It sounded like at least ten people from all of the noise they made, no longer even trying to be quiet.

    He heard someone above say, “This thing must open somehow.  Does anyone have a crowbar?”

    Gavin laughed to himself and half slid, half climbed down to the floor below.  Even with a crowbar it would take hours before they got even a portion of the hatch open.  At the bottom of the ladder he shone the flashlight into the zippered bag.  It was filled with bundles of cash.  A million dollars sounds like a lot but it actually takes up surprisingly little space when the bills are in bundles.  Gavin scooped up his porno magazines, stuffed them in the bag with the money and, swinging the bag by its handles, he followed the maze back to the exit grill.

    Back at the fast food restaurant, Ken and Gil were so nervous that their food was almost untouched.  They worried that Gavin might have been caught, that he might be injured or lost in the drain system.  

    “We never should have let him go alone.” Gil said.  They stared down at their food but a movement outside the window caught both of them off guard.  When they glanced up, Gavin was standing outside looking in at them, making kissing motions with his lips.

    Smiling and relieved they bundle their uneaten food back into its bags and hurried out to greet him.

    “I must have aged ten years.” Ken said.  Without even thinking, he grabbed Gavin in a bear hug.

    “I’m really glad to see your bossy ass.” Gil said, and then he hugged him, too.   “We got you a take out order.

    Gavin took the bag, looked in and said, “You guys are so sweet.  You knew I was coming back.”

    They walked over to the car and climbed in.

    “You’ll have to do the driving.” Gavin said.  “I’m just too exhausted after all of my work.”

    He climbed into the back seat and when both men were seated in the front the said, “Oh, yeah, before we go.”

    They turned to look at him and he was holding open the zippered bag, bundles of cash almost overflowing.

    “I forgot to tell you that I got the money.”

    The men gaped at the money, more than they’d ever seen, and then Ken started the car.  Before they were even out of the lot, Gavin was perched with his head between the backs of the front seats.

    “It was so cool.” he told the men.  “At first I got lost in the tunnels but I found my way.  Then, when I had to open the hatch it was frozen and I had to use all of my strength to force it, I almost fell to my death off of the ladder.  And when I did open it, they were waiting but I snatched the cash before they could grab me.  I slammed the hatch on one guy’s arm.  I could hear the bone snap.”

    He fell back to reclining on the seat and began to sing:

    “You can ring my bell-ell-ell

    Ring my bell.

    You can ring my bell-ell-ell

    Ring my bell.”

    In the rearview mirror, Ken could see him raise his leg and his pants slide up and over his foot.

    “What are you doing?” he asked, panicked.

    “Just getting more comfortable.  I still have my briefs on, don’t worry.”

    Ken saw his bare legs waving in the air as he sang.

    “They’re probably bringing in welders and laser beams and all kinds of stuff to try to get that hatch open.” Gavin told them.

    After a few more miles, Gil said, “Can I ask you something?  Now, don’t get mad, but don’t you feel a little strange about stealing your grandpa’s money.”

    “That evil old fucker.” Gavin replied.  “He doesn’t deserve any sympathy.  If you knew half of what I know about him you wouldn’t have to ask.

    My parents died when I was 6, in a car crash.  The old bastard didn’t even come to their funerals, the only reason he took me in I guess was because it would look bad to send me to an orphanage.  He never even ate dinner with me in all of the years since, I ate with the servants.

    He’s a crazy motherfucker, too.  Politically he’s somewhere to the far right of Josef Stalin, he hates everybody.  He funds all kinds of right wing crazies and kooks.  Behind the scenes, of course.

    Did you wonder at all why he paid the ransom so easily?  It wasn’t to get me back, it was because of the way my trust is set up.  If anything happens to me before I turn 21, my parents arranged it so that all of the money would go to leftist causes and environmental groups, they didn‘t trust the old bastard not to have me done away with to get my money.  It’s a lot of money.   Grandpa would rather pay for me than allow that to happen.

    He doesn’t know that I know but he tried to break the trust twice.  My lawyers were too smart though and ever since I go to their offices once a year and sign a paper that says I’m aware of the terms of the trust and I agree with it.

    I’d love to see the old cocksucker’s face when he hears that the money is gone and I’m nowhere around.”

    He began to eat his burger and fries and hummed the rest of the way back to the house.

    When the three of them were safely indoors Gavin asked, “Want to spread the cash all over the bed and fuck me on top of it?”

    “Why would we want to do that?” Ken asked.

    “I don’t know, I saw it in a movie once and it looked neat.”

    “No” said Gil.

    “I know, let’s divide the money, then.  One of you can keep this bag and the other can have my shoulder pack.”  Gavin hurried into the bedroom and returned with the shoulder pack and minus the rest of his clothes.  He began to empty the bag, taking items out and piling them on the kitchen table.  The kidnappers saw him unload a couple of pair of underwear, an apple, a paperback book, a notebook and a handful of pens and pencils.  They were totally unprepared for the last item on the pile.

    “Is that a gun?” Ken asked eyes wide.

    “A .45 revolver.” Gavin replied and looked at the two men.  When he saw their expressions he said, “What?  I have a carry permit.”

    “You’ve had a gun all of this time?”

    “I always carry it.” Gavin said.  It slowly dawned on him that the men were aghast and a little frightened.  “I just assumed that you searched my bag.  Why are you acting so weird?”

    “You could have shot us at any time.” Gil said.  “The cops would have probably given you a medal.”

    “Don’t be silly, I’d never hurt you two.”  Gavin replied.  “I knew as soon as I was untied that you were a couple of sweethearts.  Besides, I had to see what was making such a big bulge in both of your pants.  But, you’re right.  If you’d been a couple of bad guys and hurt me or done something mean, I probably would have shot you both.”

    “Cover it up, it makes me nervous.” Ken said.

    “What a pair of sissies.” Gavin replied as he buried the gun under the other items.

    He poured the bundles of cash out on the tabletop and then separated them into two piles.  On pile he stowed in the backpack, the other he returned to the canvas bag and then pushed the two of them across the table to sit in front of the men.

    “Don’t you…uh…don’t you want some of the money?  You did all of the work.”  Gil said.

    “God, you boys are just so sweet.” Gavin said.  “No, it’s all yours.  I already have more money than I could ever spend; I got it for you two.”

    Gil and Ken sat speechless, as they had so often since kidnapping Gavin.

    “You can show me your appreciation later with those big dicks.” Gavin couldn’t resist adding.  He jumped up and began making a fresh pot of coffee.  It wasn’t even six thirty, yet.  He poured a mug of coffee for each of them and sat back down at the table.

    “Your grandpa is probably wondering if you’re alright.” Ken said.  “It’s just a matter of time until they start hunting for you again.  What should we do?”

    Gavin gazed into the air for a minute or two and then he said, “I guess you’re right.  I’m going to have to call the old fucker.  Give me a phone.”

    Gil handed his over reluctantly and Gavin punched in a number.

    When the other end was answered he said, “Helllllooooo Grandpa!” in imitation of The Big Bopper.

    “It’s me, who do you think it is?” he said next.

    “Your money is sitting here right in front of me.  Typical that you’d worry about that instead of asking how I am.”

    He listened a bit more and then he said, “That’s why I’m calling.  You have to fix this, grandpa.  You weren’t supposed to bring in the law and now my friends are in danger of being arrested.”

    He listened again and said, “Of course they really kidnapped me but we’ve become good friends in my time with them.”  He smiled over at Ken and Gil.  “No you’re not, grandpa.  You’ll do no such thing.  They get to keep the money, they deserve it and you’ve got more money than God already.  You’ve dug yourself out of deeper shit than this in the past; it’s time to do something for me.”

    From across the table Gil and Ken could hear the sound of the raised voice going on in a tirade from the earpiece of the phone.  Gavin listened for a minute, and then held the phone out at arm’s length.  The flow of loud words went on and on.  Finally, Gavin held the phone back at his ear and emitted the same loud, bloodcurdling shriek that he had in the basement.  When he’s finished, there was silence from the other end.

    “You just fix it.” Gavin snarled in a whole new tone.  “If anything happens to me or my friends, I’ll make you pay.”

    He listened to the short reply and then said, “Really, you think not?”

    He rested his eyes on the two men across from him and then said into the phone in a crooning voice, “Grandpa, did you know that I’ve been stealing paperwork out of your office for years?  Every night I’d get up and go into your office and take the papers you’d placed to be shredded and replace them with stuff from the wastebasket.”

    He listened for a moment and said, “Oh, please, grandpa.  I learned how to pick the lock my first week in your house.   I didn’t start taking things until I saw my name on one of the papers.  Yes, you evil fucker, I knew about you trying to break my trust so you could get my money, who do you think informed my attorneys so that they could fight you on it?.  After that, I stole every scrap that looked interesting.   You’ve been a really naughty boy.”

    Gavin listened again and then said, “Don’t even think about it.  I have piles and piles and they’re someplace that you can’t ever get to them.  They’re not in the house so don’t even bother tearing the place apart.  My lawyers are the only ones with access besides me.  Oh, and they kept copies of everything, just in case.”

    “Pay you back?” he said into the phone.  “You’ll have to talk to my lawyers but don’t hold your breath; they can’t stand your ass, either.”

    He listened and said, “I don’t care how you do it, just do it.  Maybe that slimy Senator friend of yours can help.”

    Gavin listened again and then in the same crooning voice as before he said, “Grandpa, I have a confession to make.”

    After another minute he said, “I know the combination to your safe.  It wasn’t hard to figure out; it only took me about a dozen tries.  Anyway, I saw the videotapes you have inside.  God, you really are an old pervert, aren’t you.  And I recognized your Senator friend in a couple of them.  I especially liked the one where you’re on your knees sucking his dick while that black guy with the elephant trunk for a dick fucks him in the ass.  I bet he’s hate to find that on the internet.  I had copies made, grandpa, and my lawyers have those, too.  Wouldn’t it be terrible if some hacker downloaded all of those on to porn sites for the world to see?  You know, some of your little playmates don’t even look legal age. Oh, and I read your will you tight assed son of a bitch.  Not a single bequest to me?  That’s really insulting.  Maybe you should rethink that and leave me something appropriate.  It would still do a lot of damage to your name if all of that stuff came out after you died.  I bet they wouldn’t name a public drinking fountain after you if they knew what you’re really like.”

    He listened again and then said, “Grandpa, I’m not going to argue with you.  You fix this and do it right away or I go to The New York Times.  They already hate your guts, they’d probably put out a special edition.  Then, I go to the tabloids, the talk shows and I write a book.  You’ll be spending a hell of a lot more time in prison than me or my friends and it will cost you every cent you have.”

    He listened again and then said, “I knew you’d see reason, grandpa.  You just make this all go away.  In six months I’ll be 21 and we never have to see each other again.”

    He looked at Gil and Ken and said, “Grandpa, I was surprised to see what a nice body you still have.  And a nice big dick, if we were friends I’d have probably tried to get some of that.  Anyway, my two kidnapper friends?  They’re both hotter than hell and have big monster dicks.  I bet, if you came up with a suitable cash reward, I could convince the two of them to tag team your crusty old ass hole.”

    He looked surprised and then held the phone up and looked at it.

    “That old bastard hung up on me.  Can you believe it?” he asked.

    While Gavin had been on the phone, Ken had noticed the porn mags on the floor that had been in the cash bag.  He picked one up and leafed through it while Gil looked at another.

    “Where did these dick pictures come from?” he asked Gavin.

    “Oooooooo!  I almost forgot those.  Those are mine, I used to use them to jerk off in the drains system and they were still there.”  He got up and came around the table so that he stood between Gil and Ken.  “I brought them back to show you something.

    He picked up one of the magazines and leafed through it till he found what he was looking for.  He held the open issue under his arm, picked up another and did the same thing.  When he found what he wanted, he laid them on the table side by side.

    One magazine showed a handsome dark haired slim guy with a full moustache, his chest lightly haired and a long cock swinging between his legs.  The page had a caption that identified him as Ed Wiley.  The other magazine showed a black guy, milk chocolate colored with a smooth hairless body that all of his muscles showing under the skin.  He was almost pretty and had short cut hair.  His cock was a little above average and thin.  His page read Joe Simmons.

    “I must have beaten off looking at these guys a million times; I thought they were the hottest men on earth.” Gavin said.

    “They’re nice looking but why are you showing them to us?” Ken asked.

    “Because, dummy, they look like you two.” Gavin replied.

    Both men looked more closely at the photos.

    “I’m better built than him.” Ken said.  “And he’s got a long dick but mine’s a lot thicker.”

    “And I’m darker than him and my cock is a whole lot bigger than that.” Gil said.

    “But you could be brothers, otherwise.  They were famous porn stars in the ‘70‘s.” Gavin said.  “Those were my dream men all those years ago and now I’ve got their dead ringers sitting right in front of me.”  Looking at the old photos had made his dick stiffen and seeing it, both of the other men began to grow erections.

    “We have all night to kill and I remember promising you two some Olympic grade cock service.”  Gavin said.   “Time for us to go to the bedroom.”

    He walked across to the hall and the men got up and followed.  In the bedroom, they stripped off their clothing and stood nude and erect as he looked at them from his perch on the edge of the bed.

    “On the bed, on your backs like before.” Gavin told them and they quickly complied.

    “I’m going to tie your hands again.” he told them.

    “No, my dick still isn’t recovered from you riding it earlier.” Gil said.  “I don’t want to be tied up.”

    “I’m in charge of dick matters.” Gavin said.  “No tie up, no blow jobs.”

    Ken reluctantly raised his hands and Gavin secured them to the headboard.  Gil was even more reluctant but he allowed himself to be trussed up, too.

    Gavin sat between their hips and fondled and stroked the two enormous dicks and played with the heavy pairs of balls.  Both men were super sensitive from the cock abuse they’d received earlier but both dicks were stiff as 2X4’s.

    They didn’t resist his touch but when he rose from the bed and came back with their discarded underwear, they began to get nervous.

    “We’re just going to blindfold the two of you so you won’t get distracted.” Gavin told them.  Neither man looked happy but allowed him to cover their eyes.  He pulled each man’s underwear over the other’s head so that they had to inhale the aroma of each other’s ass and balls.

    Crouching between them again, he began to play with their cocks again, running his smooth cheek up and down the thick shafts and burying his face against their meaty ball sacks.  When the two dicks were as hard as possible, he leaned over and picked up the two shoe strings again.

    When Ken felt him starting to tie his cock and balls up again he said, “Oh, hell no, not that again.”

    “What’s he doing?” Gil asked.

    Gavin completed binding the cock and loose ball sack as he had earlier, then moved over and began the same process on Gil.

    “I’m never going to be able to cum with my junk all tied up again.” he said.

    “That’s where I come in.” Gavin replied.  The two cocks were standing up, swollen and vein covered, the heads straining and shiny.

    Gavin decided to work on Ken first.  He spread his legs wide and climbed between them.  When his tongue began the journey up the underside of his cock, Ken let out a sigh.  When the hot mouth closed around his bursting cock head, he let out a grunt.  As Gavin licked and sucked on the swollen knob, he began to make a growling sound in his throat.  He rocked his hips as Gavin devoured his big prong.

    Next, he moved his mouth off of the cock head and began to lick his way back down the shaft until he came to the trussed up ball sack.  Holding it in his hand, he licked at each of the balls that were forced tight in the stretched bag.  Each ball was super sensitive and Ken thrashed his legs as the hot tongue swirled over them.  Because he couldn’t see, it seemed that his other senses were heightened and so his cock and balls were even more receptive.

    After forcing both big nuts into his mouth at the same time and sucking at them until Ken cried out, he freed them and lifted Ken’s legs to his shoulders.  His ass cheeks parted and Gavin saw the tiny puckered ass hole that he’d eaten the day before.  He bent forward and lapped at the little bud like a kitten lapping milk and Ken both groaned and thrashed at the feeling.  He licked at the pretty little hole until it relaxed, and then he stabbed his tongue inside.  Ken almost flew off of the bed.

    Gil, feeling all of the motion, asked, “What’s he doing now?”

    Gavin’s mouth was busy and Ken was incapable of answering.

    He tongue fucked the tight hole until it was sloppy and wet and then he licked his way up Ken’s taint to his balls and back up the long shaft to the enormous cock head, stroking his spit covered ass hole the hole time.

    Sucking on the hot cock head, he held Ken’s balls in one hand and stroked his ass hole with the other.

    “Please, Gavin, I need to cum.” he almost whimpered.

    “You want me to make you cum?” Gavin questioned.

    “Yes, please, make me cum.”

    “Anything you say.” Gavin replied.  He increased the suction and speed of his mouth on the giant knob filling his mouth and at the same time, his finger began easing its way into Ken’s virgin butt hole.

    “Hey, wait a minute, what are you doing?” Ken gasped and began to try to pull away.  Gavin kept up the steady pressure of his finger in the tight hole.  When his fingertip finally grazed Ken’s prostate, Ken shouted “Holy Fucking Christ!”

    Gavin began to stroke and prod the hard prostate, causing Ken’s hips to rise off of the bed.  Even with his balls tightly trussed, a thick flow of precum began to leak out of his piss slit into Gavin’s mouth.  Tasting it made Gavin suck harder and dig his tongue into the wide spread hole of his dick.

    Gavin was rhythmically stroking the slick surface of the gland deep in Ken’s ass, prodding it and pressing it.  Ken was making nonsense noises and whipping his head back and forth on the pillow.

    All at once, Ken let out a bellow and thick cum began to gush into Gavin’s mouth.  It wasn’t separate spurts, it was more like a fire hose had been turned on and Ken made growling sounds deep in his throat as the juice gushed out of his balls.  His back was arched so that only his feet and shoulders remained on the mattress.

    When the cum flow finally ebbed, Gavin very delicately removed his finger from Ken’s ass while sucking the last drops out of his dick.  Ken collapsed onto the bed, panting.

    “What did he do to you?” Gil asked the half conscious Ken.

    “You’re about to find out, sweetie.” Gavin said with an evil laugh and moved over to position himself in front of Gil’s straining cock.

    Gavin’s ministrations differed very little in Gil’s case but he got a surprise when it came time to work over Gil’s ass.  Gil eagerly spread his legs and raised them to give Gavin easier access to his hole.

    “Oh, yeah, tongue my ass hole, baby.” Gil said as Gavin’s tongue probed his tight pucker.

    “You like that?” Gavin asked, looking up.

    “It’s making my dick jump.  Make love to my hole.” Gavin replied.

    Gil’s ass hole was slick with spit already when Gavin began to ease his finger inside.

    “Baby, you’re making my ass feel so good!”

    Gavin began to rotate his finger in the tight opening and Gil raised his legs even higher and wriggled his hips.

    “Tickle that hole and make me cum.” Gil gasped as Gavin began to fuck his finger in and out of the open ass.

    He finger fucked him until the hole loosened a bit, and then began to ease a second finger into the tight ring.

    “Oh, hell yeah.  You’re making my balls boil.” he gasped out.

    Gavin grabbed the shaft of his stiff dick and began to lick and suck the swollen head, all the while fucking his two fingers in and out of Gil’s tight fuck chute.

    “I’m going to cum like a motherfucker if you keep that up.” Gil said.

    Bobbing his head on the big dick so that the sensitive head slid against the soft back of his throat, Gavin forced his fingers deeper into Gil’s hole.  When his fingertips found the slippery surface of his prostate, Gil let out a sound almost like a howl.  He drummed his feet up and down against the mattress and rocked his hips back and forth on Gavin’s fingers to ride them.

    The first big wad of cum squirted out of Gil’s balls and went directly down Gavin’s throat, the cock was so deeply buried in his mouth.  The second and third load filled his mouth so that he could savor the flavor of his juice.  He swished it around, over his tongue, marveling at the fresh taste.  Gil’s balls were like a dairy that only produced ice cream, his cum was so delicious.  He had to swallow fast, the fourth and fifth loads were equally as voluminous and he didn’t want to lose a drop.  

    When the final drops dribbled out of the distended piss slit, Gavin raised his head and said to Gil, “You’re a fucking freak.”

    “Back at ya’, cocksucker.” Gil managed to gasp before laughing.  “I think you drained some cum out of me that I’ve been storing since I first grew cock hair.”

    Gavin glanced at Ken, who was asleep with his mouth hanging open.

    “I’m glad we didn’t keep Ken awake.” he said to Gil.  “I’d hate to think we’d gotten him all excited.”

    He unlaced the bound cock and balls at Gil’s crotch and licked up the final gush of cum that escaped from his balls, and then untied his hands.  Ken didn’t even awaken as his dick was freed and when Gavin unbound his hands, he turned over on his side with Gil’s underwear still over his head.

    “Looks like that fucker likes my crotch smell.” Gil said.  He sniffed at the underwear he’s removed from his head and then said, “I’ve got to admit, balls smell damned good.”

    Gavin went around the house, locking doors and turning out lights.  He came back to the bedroom and stowed the two bags of money under the bed and then climbed in between Gil and Ken.  Holding each of them by the hand he said, “I’ve got the best kidnappers in the world.”  Moments later, they were all 3 asleep.

    Shortly after dawn the next morning Gavin awakened the two sleeping men.

    “Breakfast is on the table.” he said as he tugged at their dicks.  “We need to get up and get moving.”

    Neither man wanted to rise so early but they did as told, stumbling nude into the kitchen to sit in front of their breakfast.

    Gavin sat down at his own plate and said, “No one came to save me in the night, I guess my fucking grandpa realized he’d better do what I said.”

    He looked at each man and then asked, “So, what’s the plan now?”

    Ken blinked sleepily as he chewed and then said, “We never really made big plans, we weren’t sure we’d even get away with it.  We talked about going to Canada and catching a flight somewhere, we even got our passports.”

    “Fuck that.” Gavin replied.  “I’m not going to Canada.  It’s always cold up there and they have polar bears that eat people.  I’m not going anywhere that bears eat people.”

    Gil and Ken exchanged looks, unsure what to reply.

    “I know!” Gavin said.  “We’ll go to Mexico.  My family owns a house that’s right on the beach; you can see the ocean from the bedrooms.  It’s beautiful there and it isn’t that far.  And my grandpa pays all the bills on the house, it’ll be another ’Fuck you’ to him.”

    “What would we do there?” Gil asked.

    “Have fun, relax.  You can fuck me on the beach.  Oooooo, and you can fuck me in the ocean, I’ve never been fucked in the ocean, and you can take turns fucking my ass in the waves.  And even better, I’ll hire you to be my bodyguards so that you’ll get paid to be there.  Paris Hilton has a bodyguard and I’m worth more than she is, I should have two.”

    Before either man could reply, Gavin jumped up from the table.

    “Eat, dick monsters, we need to hit the road.  We need to rent a car.  I hope they have a convertible; it would be so fun to drive to Mexico with the top down.  I’ll do all the driving so that you two are nice and rested when we get there.”

    He bustled out of the room and was gone for a few minutes.  While he was gone, neither man spoke but Ken looked at Gil and Gil raised his eyebrows as if to say, “Whatever.”

    When Gavin returned he was dressed and had the other men’s clothing as well as the bags of cash and his other belongings packed in a grocery bag.

    “We’ll get more clothes on the way.  Now, chop chop, the day is a-wasting.”

    Late that afternoon the convertible pulled up to the Mexican border.  Gavin was behind the wheel and the other two men were asleep in the back seat.  Gavin was tired but he perked up considerably when the Mexican border agent approached the car.  He was olive skinned with black curly hair and a big porn star mustache.  His uniform clung to his body and even as he approached Gavin could make out the shape of a long uncut cock tucked down his trouser leg.  He handed his ID to the agent who looked it over while Gavin looked over the shape of the big dick so close to his face.

    “Would you pull over for a moment, Sir.” the agent asked him.

    Gavin pulled forward into the space indicated and got out of the car.  Neither man in the back seat even woke up.  They had stopped on their trip at a store where Gavin’s family had a long standing account and had bought more suitable clothes for their vacation.  Gavin had insisted upon gauzy shorts for all of them and had refused to allow them to wear any underwear.  Subsequently, it was obvious to anyone looking that all three men wee almost nude.

    The agent and Gavin eyed each other.  The agent looked even better to him and Gavin enjoyed looking.  When he was close to Gavin, Gavin asked, “Is there anything wrong, officer.”

    “No, no.  There was a notice yesterday to watch for you, that you’d been abducted, but during the night another bulletin explained that it was all a misunderstanding.  I just wanted to make sure that you are well and safe.”

    “Yes, just a big screw-up.” Gavin replied.  “But I thought it prudent to bring my bodyguards along, nonetheless.”

    The agent looked into the back of the car at the sleeping men and said, “They don’t seem very vigilant.”

    Gavin stood beside him and looked into the back seat.  Ken, nearest to them, was feeling the effect of the heat or dreaming because his cock was stiff and fully visible through his sheer shorts.  The tip if the huge head even peeked out of the hem.

    “They’re very proficient at their duties, I assure you.” he told the agent, all the while staring at his cock.  It might even have been growing a bit.

    “I can see they are well-equipped.” the agent replied.  “Is this your first trip to Mexico?”

    “Oh, no.” Gavin said.  “My family has a house about a hundred miles down the coast.  I come here whenever I can.  I love Mexico; it has such beautiful wild life.”  He now was openly staring at the agent’s cock which had swelled and lengthened.

    “One should be careful” the agent said with a slight smile.  “Mexico is known for its enormous serpents.”

    “I’ve never run into one big enough to scare me.” Gavin said, also smiling.  “My motto is, ’the bigger the better’.  I’d love to find a big Mexican snake that I could handle and play with.”

    The agent turned his back to look at the approaching traffic and Gavin saw that his ass was every bit as gorgeous as his cock.

    “I would like to spend more time discussing the advantages of Mexico with you but I must return to work.” he said when he turned back around.  His cock was now fully hard and it was every inch as big as Ken and Gil’s.

    “I have a great idea.” Gavin said.  He turned his back to the officer and leaned into the car over the side of the door.  His barely covered ass was thrust out, the seam of his loose shorts deep in the crack of his ass and the thin material clinging to the lush buns.  After he’d made sure that the agent had had a good look at what was on offer. He turned and handed the agent his card.

    “This is my number.” he told the agent.  “Perhaps if you can get some time off in the near future, you can come and stay with us for awhile?  It’s a beautiful location, right on the ocean.  And it’s so private; you won’t even need to pack swim trunks.  It would be nice if you could stay for as long as you liked, I would want you to educate me very deeply regarding the beauties of your country.”

    “You will definitely be hearing from me as soon as I make arrangements.  Meanwhile, enjoy your trip.” he replied.

    Several miles later, Ken and Gil both woke up.

    “My God, you missed the best looking border agent that I’ve ever seen.  He had a dick of death and you should have seen the ass on him.  I invited him to come and visit us.  While I’m going after his cock, you two can try to get his ass.” Gavin told them.  “And, I’ve been thinking.  When we get tired of Mexico, we’ll go to Los Angeles.  I bet I could get some roles in movies.  And you guys could try out, too.  Of course, you’d be instant stars if you wanted to make porno films.  Just picture it, when I win my first Oscar I could walk down the red carpet with a big dicked porn star on each arm.  Hollywood would go crazy.”

    “We’re not making porn films.” Gil said, yawning.

    “Well, we have plenty of time to discuss it later.  We should be at the house in a few hours.”

    Late the next morning, Gil and Ken were laying on lounges, staring at the sea.  Neither man had bothered to dress after an early swim and the servant who came with the house made frequent excuses to walk onto the terrace and inquire if the men needed anything from him.  Each time he talked to their dicks, rather than their faces.  Gavin had gone into the nearby village to attend the market but now they could hear him returning, singing “Somewhere Over The Rainbow” and frightening the local birds.

    He bounded around the corner of the house laden with bags.  He was wearing his gauzy new shorts, Gil’s old shirt which was several sizes too large and unbuttoned to the waist and tied into a knot around his midriff.  On his head was one of the huge woven hats that every tourist stand seemed to sell.  This one had a woven blue bird with long tail feathers sitting on the crown.

    “My goodness, you two look good enough to eat.” Gavin breathlessly said.  “I bought us wonderful things to eat, I’d forgotten how cheap things are here.  Ooooooooo, and I brought you two a present.”

    He went back to the corner of the house, stuck out his arm and drew a young man around the corner.

    “I met him at the market.” he said as he drew him to stand in front of them.  He was about the same age as Gavin, slim and dark and handsome.  Even through his baggy clothes it was obvious that he had he kind of muscular body honed by hard physical labor.  His eyes roamed back and forth, admiring each nude man and enormous cock.

    Gavin drew the loose shirt over his head so that the young man’s muscular arms and chest were on view, the curly patch on his chest trailing sown into the waistband of his loose trousers.  Gavin ran a hand over the hairy chest and said, “What so you think?”

    Neither man replied so Gavin grabbed the man’s shoulder and spun him around so that his back was to them.  He reached to the man’s waist and loosened it and the loose trousers fell in a puddle around his ankles.

    Gavin reached to his ass, kneading each of the melon shaped cheeks and parting them so that the men could see the forest of dark hair in the deep crack.  The two big cocks began to expand and lengthen.

    When Gavin saw that his intended effect had started, he whirled the man back around and grasped his cock around the thick shaft.  The uncircumcised dick was big enough so that it hung over his hand several inches in front of his large balls.

    “Look at the dick on him, that’s what I noticed first.” Gavin told them.  “I was so excited I had to stop and suck him off on the way home.  And when I saw that ass, I knew you two would want to fuck it and he has such a pretty and big dick that I thought we could use him when I give you guys lessons on how to suck a dick  Let’s go inside to the bedroom.”  He pulled the nude, smiling man into the house behind him.

    As the two men slowly sat up, Ken said, “I guess it could be a lot worse.”

    “We could be looking at life in federal prison instead of looking at the ocean.” Gil said.

    “And my dick is getting more use than it’s seen in all of the rest of my life.” Ken replied.

    He and Gil sat facing each other, their big half hard cocks lying between their thighs.

    “Now he’s going to teach us how to suck a dick.” Gil said.

    “We’ll see how it goes, hell, you might like it.” Ken said.

    “Well, just remember, motherfucker, if you need some extra practice I’m always available.” Gil replied and grasped his dick and shook it at Ken.

    From inside the house they heard Gavin call out, “We’re waiting.  I’ve already lubed Chico’s ass hole up and his cock is stiff as a brick.  He’s hot for dick.”

    “And we have money, besides.” Ken said as they both rose to go to the bedroom.

  • Mr Collier’s Friends: Toni and Mr S

    April 1972: Spring was in the air, high school was almost done, summer vacation was around the corner, and ever since I’d turned 18 three months ago, I’d joyously [and with growing lust] been exploring the sexual side of my city.  I’d sucked cock in a car in a department store parking lot [That Businessman: My First Blowjob], been doubled in that same store [Blowjob in the (Un)Dressing Room: Chapter 2], got fucked by my straight bud Ed Collier’s father [Mister Collier Gives Me a Ride] and I’d been gang-banged in a XXX theatre [The XXX Theatre], among other things.

    Saturday had been a late night for me.  Uncle Mitch and I were up watching late night horror and working through a six pack enhanced with a couple shots of rum [my dad, who was overseas and mom, who was in Florida, knew I drank beer and had no objections; they didn’t know I indulged in the hard stuff sometimes].  I don’t remember nodding off, but I woke in my bed, wearing my pajama bottoms, to the ringing of the telephone at eleven a.m.  I started to run out to answer, realized I had a raging and visible hard-on, and put on my robe before leaving the bedroom.

    And the phone stopped ringing.

    I continued downstairs.  Uncle Mitch came out of the kitchen, noted “You’re up,” and said it was for me.  I thanked him and picked up the extension and, when I was sure he’d hung up the kitchen phone, said hello.

    It was Mr. Collier.  My cock, which had been going limp, rose to attention.  “Hey kid; so, do you remember the guys at the bar?”

    I remembered George and kind of remembered the guys across from us.  And wasn’t quite as annoyed at his calling me ‘kid’ this time as I was at his calling me ‘kiddo’ last time.

    “A couple of them are interested in you.  Have you got plans today?”

    I didn’t.

    “Well, we’re up for some post-Tax Day playtime and I thought you might be interested.  Are you?”

    I asked why me?  I was flattered, but those guys had barely seen me.

    “They’ve seen enough to be interested, or they wouldn’t have gone along with my suggestion to invite you.  And if anyone’s interest flags, I suspect you could find a way to perk it up.  You do like parties and older guys.  Am I right?”

    He was.  I asked if there was a catch and told him no drugs.

    “No catch.  Just a few horny guys, you included, getting together for a couple hours to see what comes up. No drugs.”

    I said yes and he said he’d pick me up a little past 2:00.

    When Uncle Mitch asked who that was, I told him “Ed’s dad.  He was asking about camping sometime.”  I knew that wasn’t Uncle Mitch’s thing because a neighbor had suggested, last month, that we [he, a buddy, Uncle Mitch and I] go camping some time and Uncle Mitch had begged off].

    Mr. C picked me up and we were at the bar [the same one he’d taken me to before; I’ll call it Ballz because it was something like that] by quarter to three.  On the way, he told me the party was going to be very small: just four of us. The same bartender was on duty and, as with the last time, watched us all the way to the bar and didn’t card me.   Mr. C ordered a scotch rocks and asked me if I liked vodka.  I’d never tried it, so I got introduced to Black Russians.  When the bartender brought the drinks, he told Mr. C that Robert had called for him and wanted a call back.

    Mr. C went back to the pay phones.  The bartender introduced himself as Ronnie, I introduced myself as Val and he leaned on the bar, “Next round’s on me.”  I got as far as “Thank” when he added, smiling “If.”  I drank, returning Ronnie’s smile, “If what?”

    “Well, Jeff keeps going on about your fine ass, and I’d like to see what he’s talking about.”

    My dick started coming to attention [yes, it was that easy for me to get turned on], and I got off the bar stool.  I unbuckled my belt and he came out from the bar “Keep going, we’re all friends here.”  I unbuttoned and unzipped and tugged my jeans down just past my hips, exposing my ass and my jockstrap.  Ronnie pushed them down a bit more and fondled my ass for a few seconds, then patted it, “Confirmed fine ass, gentlemen!” and to me said “Next round’s on me.”

    Mr. C returned as Ronnie was stepping back behind the bar and I was pulling my jeans back together.  He slapped my ass lightly and stood beside me, foregoing the stool, and smiled at Ronnie, “Now do you believe me?”  I drank most of my drink.  Ronnie grinned, “Feeling is believing.”  He gave us both fresh drinks, “On me.”  Mr. C fondled my ass, “I may have to bring him in more often.  So, they’re going to be here around four.” 

    We ordered food and he took me around the bar, introducing me to the guys he knew [and a few of those he didn’t know introduced themselves].  We ate, then went back to shoot pool.  Four o’clock arrived and Mr. C went back to call again.  I got my third Black Russian and started a game of pinball.  I was feeling…well…groovy, really.  George had come in and was watching me play.  Well, watching my ass as I played.

    Mr. C came back and said they were just on the way, half an hour.  I told him that was cool, but if they weren’t here by five to not be surprised if I start taking off my clothes.  We played another game of pool, me and George against Mr. C and a short, skinny friend of his named Roger.  George bought all four of us another round [my fourth drink] at 4:30 and Mr. C’s buddies showed up five minutes later [and when they came back to the pool table George asked them to leave and come back at quarter past five].  Mr. C told George “Maybe next time,” and the five of us finished our drinks, then Mr. C and I left with his two buddies, Robert S and Toni.  Both were around 5’10”.  Toni was early 50s with black hair and a little gray, a slim build, no chest hair, with a well-trimmed moustache.  He was dressed rock-chic with leather pants, a poet shirt opened to his naval and a few gold chains.  Mister S was mid 40s with silver hair, somewhat overweight with light chest hair.  He was wearing the slacks and jacket of a silver-gray suit with no shirt.  I didn’t recognize either of them, but Mr. C assured me they’d been at the bar last month and had seen me there.

    We went separately, Mr. C took his car and told me to hitch a ride in Toni’s Chevelle.  Toni had two grocery bags [beer, booze and snacks] on the front passenger seat, so I sat in the back with Mister S.

    He had my jacket off before we pulled out of the lot and my shirt off not ten minutes later.  He asked if I shaved my chest, running his hand over my breasts and down my belly.  I told him no, it was natural.  He unbuckled my belt and rubbed my thighs and groped my cock.  Toni asked, “How you doin’ back there, Bobby?”  Mr. S put his left arm around my shoulders and unbuttoned my jeans, “So far,” he unzipped my jeans, “so good.”  He tugged and scooched my jeans down past my hips, had me turn, and pulled them down—

    –and off.

    Along with my sneakers and socks.

    He maneuvered me around beside him again, left arm around my shoulder, and ran his hand down my belly, lightly over my jock, down my thigh to my knee and back up to my jock.  My dick throbbed against the jockstrap.  Mr. S groped and fondled my dick and balls for a couple of minutes, “Real good, Toni.”  He ran his hands slowly up my outer thighs, up my hips and—

    –casually—

    –peeled my jockstrap down and took it off.

    He held it out to Toni, “Put this in one o’ the bags, uh?”

    Toni took it and dropped it in one of the grocery bags.

    Mr. S felt my balls and dick, “What do you like more: bein’ naked in the car on the highway or havin’ your dick stroked?”

    I smiled broadly [I was a bit drunk] and answered “Both?” then added “Being naked like this, but it’s close.”

    He pushed his hand between my legs, I lifted up and he fondled and felt my ass. 

    Toni turned down a suburban street, “We’re here.”  He pulled into the driveway of a nice two-story home with built-in 2-car garage and raised the garage door, “And so is Jeff.”  He pulled into the garage.  Mr. C parked in the drive and joined us in the garage.  I reached for my jeans and Mr. S stopped me, “You don’t need those yet.”

    Toni closed the garage door, handed the two bags out to Mr. C, got out of the car and opened my door.

    Okay.

    Still stark naked, I climbed out of the car.  Mr. C handed me one of the bags and we followed Toni into the kitchen with Mr. S behind us.  My clothes stayed in the car.  We put the groceries on the table, Mr. S put the beer into the fridge and Toni put a hand on my shoulder and fondled my balls, “Next time, you drive, Bobby.”

    Toni felt my dick and turned me and felt my ass.  He put his hand on my head and bent me a little, whispered “Yeah,” fondled my ass cheeks a bit more and nudged his middle finger into my asshole.  “Yeah, I been looking forward to fucking this ass since–“

    Mr. S chimed in, “Yeah, you an’ me both, ever since last month.  Who’s drinkin’ what?” Toni got a beer, Mr. C opted out, Mr. S got a Jack Daniels rocks and gave me a vodka/coke.

    Toni chugged nearly half the beer and got his pants open as we walked into the living room.  He put his beer on the coffee table and grabbed my arm, “My house so I get first.”  He pulled me closer and pushed his pants down, exposing his shaved crotch and his cock, which I’d guess was six inches limp.  He pushed my shoulder, “On your knees and let’s give Jeff and Bobby a show.” 

    I knelt and stroked his cock a few times, then took it into my mouth and licked and sucked it, slowly at first but increasing my speed as it expanded.  Toni pushed his pants down further and held my hair.  I worked his cock for a few minutes, took it out of my mouth and sucked his shaved balls and returned to sucking his nearly eight-inch cock.  He asked me for his beer a couple of times, and I passed it to him.

    Mr. S stripped to his boxers and sat by Mr. C, both taking too softly to hear.

    Toni stopped me and withdrew his cock, “How about you get me a refill?”

    I got up and took his beer bottle.  Mr. S asked me to get him a refill, too, “And taste your drink, babe.  I made that for you”

    I took a sip.   They goaded me, nicely, into drinking half of it before letting me get their refills.

    I was drunk.

    When I returned Toni had his pants off and was talking to Mr. C and Mr. S.  Mr. C said “Probably next time.  Give me time to–”  Mr. S saw me and interrupted with “And here’s the booze and the cute waiter!”

    Toni distributed the drinks and got me back on my knees and sucking his cock.  After a few minutes he tugged my hair, “That’s enough.  Let me see that ass now.”

    I regretfully released his cock and turned sidewise to him.  He fondled my ass, slapped it and went across the room to a black chest of drawers.    Mr. C told me to drink my drink and I finished it. 

    Toni returned, put a small jar on the coffee table and pushed two lube-covered fingers up my ass.  He walked me away from the couch and near the coffee table and his beer, probing my ass the whole time, “Hands and knees.”

    I knelt.  Toni put an arm around my waist and nudged his cock into my ass.  I worked with him, trying to keep my ass relaxed, breathing in and out and pushing backward as he filled me with cock.  After a moment he started fucking me slowly, then faster.  He fondled my balls, then my cock and eventually started stroking it. 

    Mr. C came over and exposed his hard cock and rubbed it against my cheeks.   I opened my mouth and he slowly inserted it. 

    Toni chugged his beer, grabbed my hips and started fucking faster.  Mr. C started fucking my mouth and as he sped up, Toni slowed down again.  A few minutes later Mr. C withdrew his cock, gripped my hair and started jerking off.  He pulled my head back and jerked a thick cum-load onto my tongue, then returned to the couch and started talking softly with Mr. S again.

    Toni pulled out and slapped my ass, “Turn over.”  He finished his beer while I lay on my back, then he shoved my legs up and out and went back to fucking me, hard and fast.  A few minutes later he unloaded, filling my ass with what felt like a cup of jizz.

    He withdrew, stood up and grabbed his beer, “Thirsty work.  Anybody else for a refill?”  Mr. S opted in and opted me in as well.

    Mr. S took his boxers off and came over, stroking his hard cock.  It was around five inches long but thicker than average.  His short pubic hair, probably trimmed, made it look a bit longer.

    Toni returned with the drinks.  Mr. S told me to drink, so I took a fairly large swallow.  The ass pounding from Toni had sobered me a little and I also think Toni poured light on this one.  I could feel the vodka but not as much.  Mr. S took a heavy swig, “Good boy, now get up here and put that mouth to better use.”

    I got up and licked and sucked his cock and decent-sized balls, Mister S holding my head and controlling my speed.  I sucked him for a good ten minutes before he stopped me, pulled me up and handed me my drink.  I finished half of it and managed to put it back on the coffee table.  I was definitely drunk and decidedly horny.  I asked him, “So are you gonna fuck me, then?” 

    And he slapped my ass, led me to a spot between the coffee table and the television and told me to “Lie down, belly down and ass up.  And yeah, I’m gonna plow your ass.”

    I laid down flat and he immediately spread my legs, laid on top of me, shoved his cock into my ass and fucked me hard and fast.  After a few minutes he breathed into my ear, “You like that?”  I said uh-huh and he slowed down but kept hammering his strokes.  “C’mere,” he wrapped his arms around my waist rammed into me and stopped, then pulled me to my knees.  I started to raise my shoulders and he pushed them back down, then went back to power fucking my ass.  A few minutes later he grunted and started cumming and seemed to go on for minutes, fucking and pumping cum into me.

    We spent an hour talking [mostly the three of them talking, with Toni lamenting the amount of tax money Uncle Sam had squeezed out of him yesterday and the other two commiserating sarcastically].  Toni fucked me again, jerking me off in the process, and Mr. S had me suck him off and shot a small load of jizz on my face.

    I got dressed [mostly: they told me they’d misplaced my jock] in the garage and Mr. C drove me home at around nine.  He told me to keep Friday night opened if I’d enjoyed myself today and I said I would.

    I half watched TV with Uncle Mitch [who had just smiled when I said I’d had one too many] and nodded off around eleven and woke up to the alarm next morning, in bed and naked.   Uncle didn’t say anything about my lack of underwear, so he’d either not noticed or hadn’t thought it was worth asking about.

    I wondered what Friday would bring.


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  • Barry’s Bathhouse

    Nathan was waiting outside the seedy looking bathhouse down the alleyway. That didn’t worry him much, even with a round babyface at the age of 25, Nathan had a thick muscular build. Being a part of the college wrestling team had its benefits. He scratched his unshaven face, the five o’clock shadow was already growing, and he kept his hair cut short to not get in his eyes during a match. Rolling his thick shoulders, Nathan looked at his phone to see if his companion texted. But before he opened it, a gruff voice came out of the gloom.

                    “Am I late?” The newcomer stepped into the alley, a heavyset man, maybe in his late 40’s, he wore a toque over his greying hairy, a nice clean beard bristled over he squared jar. He was a big man, broad shoulders, large pecs pushing out of his coat, and a round paunch that gave the impression that had thick muscle below some of the fat. He looked to be a man who took care of himself and was an athlete in his youth.

                    “No Coach, just on time.” Nathan said, the older man leaned in and gave him a kiss, with one large hand reaching around for Nathan’s rump, one finger pressing in between his cheeks. Coach clearly found something he like and a smile broke out from his face.

                    “Aaah, I see you’re wearing it. Good lad.” Coach complimented and reached wrapped an arm over his student’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go inside.” Arm in arm the two men walked inside. Nathan has been getting fucked by his coach for a few months now, it was something that came out of nowhere, but now he can’t get enough of the old musclebear’s cock. But due to the fact that Coach is, well his coach, they had to be discreet about it. He never heard of this “Barry’s Bathhouse” before, but Coach said it would be a good place to go, and he couldn’t say no to him.

                    Inside was a small room with one closed off front desk, an old clerk was reading a magazine, barely registering the two newcomers.

                    “Hey Sal, we’ve come for the regular rate, I prepaid over the phone.” Coach said, pulling his toque off to show off his salt and pepper buzzed cut. Sal looked up and looked over Nathan.

                    “He’s too young, doesn’t make and age limit. There will be an extra fee.” Sal grumbled, Coach gave a nod. Nathan turned to tell Coach he’ll pay for it. But the older man brushed it off.

                    “That’s fine, I know the fee.” He took a nice grip onto Nathan’s shoulder, guiding him into the next room. Inside were lockers and towels and some benches to sit. Coach quickly undressed, Nathan watched with mouthwatering lust; Coach’s body was covered in thick dark body hair, spiraling around his dark nipples. The thick treasure trove leg down to a nice slab of manmeat. Half hard Coach’s cock was a nice thick 7, but hard it was nearly 9 inches. Heavy round balls hung from below, filled with rich bear spunk that Nathan has guzzled down even in his office. The older man began to get hard as he watched his student undress. Nathan had little body hair other than his legs, ass, and around the crotch. He had a nice log himself, just over 7 inches. He used to be more versatile when he fucked around at college parties, but since he’s been getting railed by Coach, a more submissive side had come out.

                    Coach chuckled as he got a look at a purple bulb was sticking out from between Nathan’s asscheeks. He stepped forward and took hold of it, slowly pulling out the large butt plug. Nathan sighed as it was freed. Then gasped as he felt two fingers slip in.

                    “Nice and loose for me, you’ll be needing that if you want to survive tonight.” Coach chuckled. Leaning in a making out with his student. Coach held him tightly as his tongue was shoved down Nathan’s throat. He heard someone coming into the locker room, the young jock tried to pull away but Coach pulled him back in his embrace. “Oh no boy, here it doesn’t matter who sees us.” Coach growled and gave him a slobbery kiss.

                    When Coach finally let him go, Nathan turned to see the clerk from the front, completely nude, one grizzled hand twisting his nipple while the other jerked off his long cock. He was shocked at the shamelessness of the old man, beating off in front of the lockers, eyes focusing on the young man’s ass. Nathan thought he’d be embarrassed, but a dirty part of him was getting aroused by the scene.

                    “Ready to pay the extra fee boy?” Sal grumbled. Nathan turned to Coach, who shrugged and smiled down at him.

                    “This place usually doesn’t allow young guys in here, Sal makes a few exceptions for boys he likes. But to let you in you got to ride him first.” Coach explained, Nathan was gaping at this, Coach never explained this before coming here. The two have never had a threesome before, and now he was going to sit there and let his boy get fucked by a stranger?

                    “So what will it be boy? Going to let me try you out before they all ruin you.” Sal chuckled, he spat on his palm and lathered his cock in his spit. Nathan looked up to Coach, looking for permission for his mentor, Coach gave a small nod and sat on the bench, ready to take in the show.

                    “Sure.” Nathan said sheepishly, lying back on the bench in front of Coach and spread his legs. Sal let out a whistle and propped himself on the bench. Spitting on his hand again, Sal pushed in a few fingers into the already loose hole, keeping eye contact with Nathan.

                    “Ready as you’ll ever be.” Sal growled as he pushed his full length slowly into Nathan. The jock moaned, Sal wasn’t as big as Coach, but he would take his time and rim him before pushing it all the way in. Sal took it slow at first, letting his length spread his hole properly, before picking up pace. Sal took hold of both of Nathan’s wrist, gripping them over his head in one hand. Nathan just moaned into the locker room, turning to meet Coaches eyes.

                    Coach was leaning back against a locker, jerking off as his boy was fucking by another man. He licked his lips while he mumbled insults under his breathe, pre leaking from his bulbous cockhead. Sal leaned in and kissing Nathan’s neck.

                    “See? I told you he’d like it, getting fucked in front of you like a little slut.” Sal turned back to Nathan, thrusting hard to get his attention. “You know that’s why he brought you here right? To show off his little boytoy and let his buddies fuck you.” Nathan couldn’t say anything, the moment he looked into Coach’s eyes he knew it was true. He let Sal fuck him and there was going to be a whole lot more coming for his ass.

                    And he needed it all.

                    “Damn Sal, couldn’t even get him out of the lockers with this one.” Some new guy came from the back of the lockers. He was gym rat, tall muscular with nice abs and a pornstache and mutton chops. Tattooed across his hairs pecs was the words “WOLFMAN”. His large cock was wagging in the air as he walked over to Coach. “He yours?” Coach nodded. “Nice man, he’s a cutie, now suck it.”

                    Wolfman grabbed Coach’s head and pushed his face down to his dick. Coach swallowed the dick no problem, deepthroating it while the gym rat grunted and moaned out loud like an animal. Coach reached around and pushed a finger into the man’s ass. As Nathan watched his lover get facefucked, he tightened his hold on Sal’s cock, which was enough for the old man. Sal grunted and gave one last thrust before unloading into Nathan.  The old man pulled out and reach down and gave Nathan’s used hole a few swats.

                    “Got to keep my load in there boy. Enjoy the rest of the night.” Sal lean over and gave the jock a slobbery kiss. Nathan watched Sal leave satisfied before turning back to Coach. The Wolfman was now standing on the bench and completely fucking Coach’s face. The older man had one hand grabbing Wolfman’s ass, while the other pointed at his erect cock. Nathan got the idea and came over and sat in his master’s lap, pushing his cock into his used ass. Nathan sighed at the familiar girth inside, quickly leaning over and rocking on the balls of his feet, fucking himself off of Coach’s dick. Coach clearly enjoyed it as he spanked his boy’s rump. The old man moaned into the cock he was sucking, which sent Wolfman over the edge. Nathan was surprised at how loud a moaner the gym rat was as he unloaded into Coach’s mouth.

                    Wolfman pulled out his half hard cock, covered in spit and cum, and stepped out in front of Nathan. He leaned forward and rubbed his wet dick all over Nathan’s face, his scruffy face grinning down at him.

                    “Got to clean up the mess.” Wolfman laughed, seeing himself as a joker. Nathan took the abuse willingly. This little demeaning show and the sloppy seconds was enough for Coach. Grabbing Nathan’s waist and slamming him down, Coach grunted and unloaded into his boytoy. Nathan sighed as the familiar feeling of his Coach shooting his cum inside, closing his eyes to feel every throb of the thick cock. Wolfman kissed Nathan was Coach finished shooting. Nathan looked up at the hairy face, who smiled down.

                    “Such a cute boy. Fucked twice and still haven’t cum yet.” Wolfman looks up to Coach, whose hairy chest heaved from the fuck and blow. “How about you give him to me for a private session.” Coach grumbled, but before he could object, Wolfman piped up “Jean is here, just finishing up a nice 5-man gangbang. I know you like fucking that sloppy mess.” Coach smiled, liking the idea of going for the man’s used hole. Wolfman took hold of Nathan’s cock, giving it a few jerks. “You top right?”

                    Nathan’s cock got as hard as it could, leaking a little in the muscleman’s hand. He nodded to Wolfman, looking over his well-toned body.

                    “Alright, just bring him back after, I’m heading to the baths.” Coach spanked Nathan’s ass, “Listen to what he says, he’s in charge now!” Coach waited for Nathan to nod in agreement before getting up and headed inside. Wolfman grabbed hold of the young man and guided him inside.

                    “Great! Follow me, Daddy’s going to bring you to a private steam room.” Wolfman pulled him close, one arm over his shoulder so he could play with Nathan’s nipple. Nathan followed suit and reached down and took hold of one of Wolfman’s asscheeks. Wolfman had a nice rump, big and toned, a layer of body hair on each cheek. He let out a deep moan. “Oh yeah, love the enthusiasm kid!” The two walked shoulder to shoulder through the hall of the steam rooms, Nathan eyed the open doors; seeing bears, otters, and daddies galore working each other over in every room. Wolfman popped his head in each room for a second before slipping out, men called out for him to join, but Wolfman just waved them off and looked to the next room.

                    Finally they found an empty steam room, and the older man practically lifted Nathan off the ground well he pulled him inside. Nathan flopped into Wolfman’s front, face lodged in between those chiseled pecs, the older man pulled him into a bearhug. Nathan kissed his way to one of the nipples, biting down as his hands explored one another. Wolfman was a loud moaner, grabbing the back of Nathan’s head to press him closer to his pec.

                    “Harder boy! Start suckling!” Wolfman moaned, and Nathan listened, teeth clenching hard on the hardening nipple. Wolfman whined and bucked his hips forward, his hardening cock rubbing against Nathan’s. The older man was even big down below, he had almost two inches on him, and thick all around. Nathan’s hands reached over and played with his lover’s ass, grabbing his cheeks and running a finger down the crack. When he finally came up for air, he nibbled on Wolfman’s neck.

                    “Sit on my face please?”

                    “Fuck yeah boy, lie back on the bench!” Wolfman piped up excitedly. Nathan did so, watching the muscular man straddle his chest, getting a better look at his ass. It was perfect, toned but nice and plump, probably bounced with each step, a thin layer of dark hair covering each cheek, as well as a layer of sweat from the sauna. Nathan spread the cheeks to look over the pink puckered hole. Wolfman sat down on top of Nathan’s face, who quickly went to work licking over the nice tight pink.

                    Wolfman groaned loudly, leaning back to push more of his ass onto Nathan, hands rubbing over the young man’s body. He leaned in and swallow Nathan’s cock right to the base, deepthroating him with a wet slurping sounds. Nathan bucked his hips, starting to fuck Wolfman’s face as he tongue fucks the back. Those toned sweaty cheeks were rubbing all over his face as he did his best to push his tongue further and further into the hole. Wolfman moaned into his cock, shamelessly slurping up and down the shaft. Nathan reached up and grabbed each cheek, both nice handfuls of the ass.

                    Soon Wolfman stood up, Nathan followed the succulent ass just a few seconds more, not wanting it to go away. But then the older man bent himself over the other bench, wagging his ass at Nathan.

                    Nathan took no time to get up and position himself behind Wolfman, slapping his spit lathered dick against the toned ass before plunging it home. Wolfman let out a deep moan, taking the whole length in one go. Nathan gripped onto his muscled waist and started to pound, the sweet tight ass was too much for him to take it slow. Wolfman didn’t seem to mind, his loud groans of approval made the young man just want to fuck him harder.

                    “Ooooh fuck yeah boy! Fuck Daddy’s hole! Harder!”Wolfman demanded, “Fuck Daddy harder boy!” Nathan dug his nails into the man and thrusted hard, balls slapping against the cheeks, you could hear Wolfman’s dick hitting against his abs from the thrusts. He just called out for more, no matter how hard Nathan fucked him, insides squeezing his dick. Sweat ran down both of their hard bodies, soon Nathan couldn’t hold back and was moaning almost as loud as Wolfman.

                    “Oh yeah! You love Daddy’s hole boy?”

                    “Fuck yeah!” Nathan leaned over, pressing his body to the sweat slicked back. He ran his hands up Wolfman’s abs until it reached those meaty pecs, and soon was playing with the older man’s nipples. “Want me to pull harder?”

                    “Yes! Please!” Wolfman yelled, but Nathan already knew the answer, tugging hard as he sped up his thrusts, feeling the hairy ass jiggle each time he slammed in. “Oh yes! Daddy loves it rough!” Nathan was fucking as hard as he could, and Wolfman just moaned for more. After a while Nathan could feel his climax rising. With a few more thrusts he wrapped his arms around the man and shot his load inside.

                    Wolfman sighed as he felt Nathan’s spasms from each shot. He let him finish before slipping off of Nathan’s cock. Wolfman turned around with his thick erection rubbing against Nathan’s half hard dick.

                    “Get back on the bench, Daddy isn’t finished yet.” Nathan did was he was told and spread his legs. Wolfman shoved his dick in and went straight to pounding, luckily for him he was already stretched from the two men before. Wolfman gripped his ankles and thrusted hard, moaning as much as he was when getting fucked. After already cumming, Nathan’s prostate was super sensitive, so each thrust sent a shockwave through his body. Nathan howled each time Wolfman’s big dick hit home, which just made the older man grin and fucked harder.

                    After already cumming before, and being fucked by Nathan, Wolfman still had some vigor in him. He went on fucking Nathan’s ass for a while before pulling out and cumming all over the young man’s chest and stomach. After he shot his last rope, he flopped down on top of Nathan, out of breath but still hungry for a few kisses. They made out for a little bit before getting up in the sitting position and leaning against the wall.

    Tired, sweaty, and covered in cum, the two just sat next to each other, talking for a little bit. Wolfman told Nathan he was a senior accountant for a firm in the city, getting away from the monotony and gym life a few nights a week to come here and fuck around. He told him a few wild stories about meet ups at the bathhouse and what to look out for. Nathan listened quietly, asking some questions but mainly playing with his dick told the tales.

    After a while the two men left their private steam room to look around. Nathan was wondering where Coach went off to, and Wolfman was happy to show him around as they searched. They didn’t make it far though, just down the hall was a bigger steam room, and they could hear a crowd of men inside. Wolfman slapped Nathan on the back and guided him in.

    Inside was Coach, balls deep in a young man while two other men stood around them, jerking off and cumming over the bottom’s chest. Coach nodded to his boy and went back to fucking. Nathan looked down to see that it wasn’t a bear or cub the three men were using, but a guy his age.

    “Jake?!” Nathan yelled out, shocked to see another player from the wrestling team. Jake fell out of his fucked daze and looked up at Nathan, face turning red with embarrassment and shock. “You’re gay?!” Jake tried sputtered out an explanation but was cut short when one of the guys shoved his dick in his mouth. The bears laughed and the biggest one walked forward to get up close and personal to Nathan. He was the biggest man in the room, his round of oddly firm belly touched Nathan as he stood in front of him, pressing himself forward as he looked him in the eye.

    “You know each other? Well what a coincidence, Jake’s been getting to know us for a few weeks, but glad we don’t have to go through the introductions. You two actually have a lot in common; you’re young, cute, gay, and you’ve been fucked by all of us here.” He grinned down at Nathan, gaze full of lustful hunger.

    “But, we’ve never fucked before…” Nathan mumbled as he felt the huge cock rub against his own, large hands reached up and took a firm grip of both his shoulders, he could feel the heat radiate off of this man.

    “Well we’ll just have to fix that right now.”

  • The Games We Play

    Levi

    Racing across campus, Levi knew he would be late once again. Mr. Sutton was going to ream him a new asshole, for he was late more often, than not. It wasn’t his fault and he tried to explain it to Mr. Sutton, but each time he saw the disbelief, the roll of the eyes and the slight, slow shake of the head. What was he to do? His Physics instructor kept them late nearly every day, determined to cram one more formula or principle into their heads before letting them leave. He was at the point of approaching Ms. Hoffman and asking her to let them leave on time for he had to cross the campus to get to Mr. Sutton’s class.

    As a sophomore, Levi considered himself no longer a virgin student. He was broken in, and this case, probably fucked. He smiled at the thought as he raced through Larkin Hall and back out heading toward the School of Architecture where Construction Management was a part of the curriculum. The sexual innuendoes came too easily for him, but then again, he thought of sex like a video game. Something to do every chance he got and to push to do it better or in a way that was more enticing. Some perverse deviation that would make it more exciting. The fact that all he thought about when he pictured hardcore fucking, was another guy made it seem all the more perverse.

    Deep down, he knew he was gay, had known since he was thirteen and found himself staring at his cousin Randy at a family reunion. He had never met a guy who was named more appropriately. He was randy in every sense of the word, and he wanted him without fully knowing how he wanted him. He just felt his first erection from lusting after someone straining against his tight jeans. The problem was he struggled with this realization. Had struggled with it ever since, for he wanted to be one of the guys, knocking back beers, eating pizza and watching the game on television or blowing up shit in a video game. He wanted to talk about girls and who was going to win the tournament. But all he thought about was cock. John from room 412 with the uncut cock. Bill in room 423 with the full lips he always pictured around his cock, or Bill’s dormmate, Eric, with the round ass that was made for fucking. Tyler in room 404 was six foot six and built like a brick shit house and had the cock to match, something Levi wondered what it would be like to feel stretching his ass open. Ryan, from one floor down, with the blonde surfer boy looks and a goddamn old CJ to go with it. And there so many more Levi had wondered about in some secret scenario where he was fucking them, or they were fucking him. All he wanted was the fuck.

    So, he hid himself from the guys in his dorm while prowling the campus and the town late at night, or the frequent hook up online. Some of the guys on his floor were suspicious, often asking if he had a secret girlfriend. He started to lie and say yes but knew that would lead to other questions and more lies, more than he could handle. So, he said nothing and let them grow more suspicious.

    He was almost on time, Mr. Sutton having not started the day’s lecture, and he eased into a chair in the back of the small classroom. Stretched out, legs crossed at the ankles, he relaxed ready to take notes when he noticed the fresh scuff marks on his new sneakers. ‘Fuck’ he thought as he lifted his foot up resting it across his knee. He wet his finger and tried to wipe the black mark off, but he only smeared it along the side of the white sole. He couldn’t understand why he was so quick to mess up a pair of sneakers. It was all he wore, at least twelve pair in his dorm room, and all of them looked like he dragged and kicked his way across the campus in lieu of walking.

    Then he looked at his jeans, the new fraying around the hole in the knee and the separation of the seam along his inner thigh. He was also rough on his clothes. It was one reason he only wore jeans and cargo shorts. He would wear a normal shirt, but it was always a casual pattern or cut, but most of the time he wore t-shirts or tank tops. His jock attire as he thought of it. His costume to fit in with the guys. The shield to hide his true self, the one that wanted to fuck most of the guys on his floor instead of playing video games with them.

    Charles

    Walking from Briggs Hall where he had World History, Charles strolled across campus heading to Williamson Center, the main building on campus which housed many of the basic courses for freshman. English was his next class, and to Charles his most important of the quarter for it was his major. He was going to be writer, a famous one, bringing insight and self-loathing to the masses. He was going to write about human depravity and scare the shit out of the self-righteous. He was going to hold up a mirror to his readers, and there would be lots of them, and make them see their failings. He had been starting novels since he was eight, and in the last couple of years finished two that he knew were juvenile. But they were something to hold on, to remind himself of his own failings.

    He walked casually, never hurrying, for it seemed barbaric to do so. He wore his usual slacks, dress shirt and sweater, even though it was too warm for one. He looked at the other guys on campus, wearing shorts or jeans, with undergarments instead of actual shirts and wondered how civilization had not collapsed already. He looked down at the tennis shoes, or running shoes, or whatever they were now called, knowing he would never wear such things on his feet. Not only did he not do the activities those shoes implied, he thought they were the most dreadful looking things, much preferring his brown Oxfords, or Brogues, or when he was feeling a bit casual, his Derbies.

    He knew what the others thought when they saw him. He saw the disparaging looks, the snide comments he overheard in classes or strolling down the corridors. His black hair perfectly trimmed every Thursday afternoon, his face always, always, clean shaven, and his tortoiseshell glasses that perfectly framed his heart-shaped head, perched on his small upturned nose. He was too well groomed for the slovenly disheveled masses. They called him a snob and he accepted the label with pride. They called him weird and bizarre. They called him queer and he wanted to ask if they meant he was just oddly different, or if they were making a statement about his sexuality. He wanted to know. But he knew what they meant when they called him faggot. Disgusting word, almost as vile as the word pussy.

    He hated the labeling, whether it was meant to be harmful or merely someone trying to categorize people. Gay. Straight. Bisexual. What did it really mean, these words? He had considered them for a long time, since he was seven and overhead his mother and father talking about Uncle James. He had listened intently, disturbed at not knowing the meaning of all the words they were using. He had spent the night, flashlight under the bed covers, looking them up on his laptop. At only seven, he didn’t know how the words applied to him, but he just knew they did in some way. By the time he was twelve and he found himself looking at images of some prince in England, he began to put the sexual framework of his attraction together. By the time he was fourteen there was no doubt to his attractions, but he grew to hate the label. Instead he called himself sexual, telling his best friend, Mary Elizabeth McAdams, to let someone else figure out the parameters of it.

    He considered what writers had to say about sex, and how you really didn’t know someone till you fucked them. Fuck. Such a harsh sounding word, but he knew there was none that worked better. Sometimes you had to wallow in the gutter of crude language to get your point across and telling someone you wanted to fuck gave the true sense of our humanity. He thought of his dormmate, Matthew. Innocent. A boy. Virgin. Or he was when he arrived on campus. Charles found himself smiling at the image of Matthew lying naked on his bed after being fucked for the first time. He looked drugged. Only the white powder around his nostrils was missing to complete the image of the innocent corrupted by the bad ole liberal college. 

    That was when he really knew Matthew. The willingness to please someone. To submit to them. Matthew even liked the initial pain of penetration, begging Charles to fuck him harder once he had gotten all the way inside him. Then he found out Matthew hated to read, preferring those godawful video games instead, and he lost all desire to fuck him again, no matter how often Matthew pleaded with him, sometimes lying naked, legs spread, toying with himself as he told Charles what he was willing to do. Charles thought it pathetic, this willingness to submit so freely to someone else. Where was the fight? The need to be broken like some wild horse. And that lack of desire to learn. There wasn’t even desire to read mundane novels with predictable storylines.  Even a director of trashy movies had said not to fuck someone who didn’t own books.

    Charles moved along the corridor, walking slowly and confidently in a straight line, He moved through the other students, watching them part creating a gap for him to pass through. At Room 2133 he strolled in and took his usual place in the second seat of the middle row. It placed him directly in front of the instructor. Glancing out the window he saw the storm clouds looming on the horizon and quietly berated himself for forgetting to check the weather and thus, forgetting his umbrella. 

    Levi

    “Jesus fucking Christ” Levi exclaimed as he stood in the doorway of the architecture building, backpack in one hand and the other holding the door open letting the wind blow in. Rain fell in sheets, the trees along the sidewalks rocked back and forth as small limbs and leaves broke free, covering the puddled ground. A woman came up beside him pushing her way to the open door. She held out an umbrella popping it open and as she stepped out swung the umbrella over her head angling it toward the howling wind. Levi watched her walk quickly along the walk. She didn’t get thirty feet and the winds changed direction causing the umbrella to bend back then break, turning into a twisted metal and fabric thing that should be in an art gallery, not held up trying to protect anyone from the rain.

    “Fuck it” Levi uttered as he put his backpack on, arms through both straps so it was secure, and he took off at a jog. He was soon soaked to his skin and he considered the worst of it over, but as his shoes filled with water, the realization he was wrong became painfully obvious.

    Even though Levi was fit, worked out two or three times a week, played football or basketball with the guys in the dorm and rode his bicycle often, especially on weekends he had time to drive up to a nearby state park with trials, but as he neared the dorm, wet all over, shoes beginning to hurt his feet, and his backpack feeling like it was twice its normal weight, he was breathless. In the Commons between the dorms he slowed to a walk. What could get wet was wet and nothing he could do about it.

    As he passed through the lobby and climbed the stair, he passed others who were in gym shorts with wet hair. Others who had gotten caught in the storm. On his floor it was darker than usual, the lights turned off and only dim light coming in from the window at its end and light from the open dorm rooms spilling out. And it was quiet too. Muted voices or television playing movies or being used for gaming were the only sounds. Passing each open door, he looked in seeing the other guys, wet hair and dressed down in shorts, some bare chested and some in t-shirts or tank tops, and all looking fatigued. He found his dorm room locked and knew his dormmate was probably at his girlfriend’s place, an apartment off campus. He was relieved to have the room to himself.

    Normally he didn’t care if the door was open or not when he changed clothes, but today he didn’t want to be bothered, so the door was closed and locked. The light made the room seem brighter than normal, warmer even, and he went to the window and pulled the blinds up trying to get as much light as he could into the room. Then he stripped out of his wet clothes piling them on the floor and toweled off. He felt a chill in the air and turned the heat on. When warm air blew into the room it felt good on his exposed skin. He wasn’t the type to parade around naked, but after being in cold, wet clothes, it felt too good, every blow of air made his skin feel soft and smooth.

    He sat in his desk chair and slowly rotated around a few times then he stared up at the shelf over his desk lined with books he had read since the start of college. There were mysteries, who-done-its, biographies of sports heroes and, his favorite, science fiction. It was his guilty pleasure in reading. Some of the guys kidded him about it asking if he was in touch with his inner nerd. He had laughed with them to hide his embarrassment by their jabs. On the end of the shelf was his latest read, one he was about half way through about some crazy library of special knowledge. Standing up he reached for it, turning to the place he left off and he began to read as he paced slowly back and forth the length of the room.

    Charles

    Wet clothes lying by his hamper, Charles was running a towel over his head trying to get his hair dry. He wore a pair of boxers and his bathrobe, knowing he would not be going out for a while. He was considering a nap. The weather was perfect for it. The sound of the wind and the lashing of rain against the window. And there was the dim gray light. It looked cold making the idea of climbing into a warm bed the more enticing. But first he was going to check his emails.

    It took a few minutes to scan through them, answering the ones he was so inclined. Then he pushed back from the desk and looked out the window. The sky was still gray, but the rain had slacked off. Lights from the adjacent dorm seemed to be twice as bright as usual. He could see everything going on in each one. Several guys horsing around one floor down. Two guys having a heated discussion three rooms over and directly in front of him, same floor, same position in the façade, was a guy walking around naked. The naked form seemed to glow in the bright light of the room. Charles could see the muscular build and the mop of hair that was obviously as wet as his own. “Jock” he uttered under his breath trying to discount him, paint an image of the personality behind the masculine façade, one that would make him loose interest and stop staring. He considered it juvenile the way he was attracted to the guy. Some primitive desire for a big strong man to…to do what? Protect him? That was laughable, and Charles knew he should busy himself with his assignments or do as he originally intended and climb in bed. He watched as the guy sat down and proceeded to slowly spin around. When the guy stopped, he saw him look up then stand taking down a book. The guy opened it, flipped a few pages and began to read. Pacing slowing back and forth in the small dorm room.

    The jock was reading a book.

    “Fuck” Charles uttered as he watched. The guy moved toward the window and sat on the sill revealing his naked ass. He studied the solid round cheeks pressed against the window as he tugged on his boxers, his cock growing erect. “Fuck” he uttered again as he fished two fingers through the fly touching it, then working it out. It stuck straight out, hard as a rock, flexing up and down with his arousal. He gripped it tightly and stroked, feeling the smooth skin slide through his fist.

    The guy sat to one side of the window, back to the jamb, left knee resting on the sill, and just visible around his left arm, the book, held up with the other hand. Charles stared intently, studying every curve, the bulge of biceps, the shoulder blade that moved as the left hand turned a page, the thick muscled thigh pressed against the window and the mop of hair that hung down over the ear and almost down to the shoulders.

    Charles stood right up at the window, cock in hand, glad the lights were off. He stroked himself till his hand moved slickly along the hard shaft. He stroked till his hips rocked back and forth, the primitive movement of man ready for release. ‘Why this guy’ Charles asked himself, the question lingering for a mere moment, the briefest of time, before he was once again lost to his aroused state. The absolute need of it. He rocked his hips harder, pushing cock through his fist as he slammed it down to the base of his cock. He felt the surge of release, the tightness of his entire body.

    The sound of the door being unlocked, then opened wasn’t enough to stop him. Let Matthew watch. He didn’t give a fuck, not now. He thrust his cock through his fist as he heard Matthew come up behind him. Before him the guy stood up and turned toward the window. The flaccid cock hung long and thick between the muscular thighs.

    “Oh…” Charles cried out as cum spattered against the window.

    “Jesus” Matthew uttered as another wad hit the glass, then another.

    Finally spent, Charles turned around facing Matthew. He was still erect, cum drooling from the gaping slit. He saw the illiterate boy (as he considered him) and he could only think about a need to fuck. Fuck something, anything, even Matthew.

    “Get out of your clothes” Charles demanded and watched as Matthew struggled to strip.

    One leg still caught in his boxer briefs, Charles pushed him onto the bed, twisted his hands behind his back and held them tightly together as he climbed on top. He moved into position, and with no foreplay, no initial manipulation, he put his wet, slick cock to Matthew’s hole and pushed. Matthew cried out, then begged him to push it in all the way. Charles pushed till his abdomen pressed against the narrow round ass beneath him. Matthew grunted then pushed upward trying to get Charles even deeper.

    “Fuck me” Matthew muttered as Charles swung his hips upward, lifting till his cock pulled free. Then he slammed it back in. He pushed till he was buried into the depths of Matthew’s hole.

    Charles didn’t say anything while he hammered away at Matthew. Thrusting with all his energy, the only thing he wanted was his own release. To feel the cum surge through his cock once again. To feel it spurt out. He piston in Matthew’s hole with wild abandon, ignoring the pleas beneath him. It should have taken a while to come again, but it didn’t. His need arose quickly, his rhythm became ragged, as he roughly fucked the tight ass beneath him. He was breathing hard, sweat, real fucking sweat, dripped from his chin. Then he was rigid with the surge of release.

    “Fuck” Charles cried out, as he pumped wad after wad into the depths of Matthew’s body.

    He wanted to lay down, to drop down by Matthew, but he wanted his own bed, and he definitely didn’t want to encourage Matthew, who would want to cuddle. Standing up, cock finally gone flaccid, he moved to his own bed and collapsed on it. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal. He stared up at the ceiling, seeing instead the guy from the other dorm, naked, standing at the window. As the image blurred in his mind, his eyes slowly closed then his breathing slowed, till he was fast asleep with Matthew lying in the other bed watching, wondering what was going on.

    Levi

    It was late, sometime after two in the morning and Levi was still awake. It was one of those nights when he could not shut down. His mind a swirl of thoughts, from what to write about in an assignment, whether, or not he had done anything to let his dormmate know he was gay to what it would be like if he was honest with himself (and with others) and just came out. Guys did it all the time, so why couldn’t he? What was the big deal?  Really, he overheard the some of the guys on the floor talking about friends who had come out to them and it had been nothing. But he was a jock, a sports fanatic. Could he really be gay?

    Then he thought of the hook ups on social media sites, the gay porn that fueled his masturbatory fantasies and how he found himself looking at guys all the time. Some on his floor and across campus, so many others. Tall or short, lean or stocky, neat and trimmed and casual to the point of sloppiness and other categories people get placed in too numerous to mention. For about a year, his hook ups had been with guys who were just coming out, and much like himself, unsure of themselves. Timid, and thus submissive. And they didn’t really satisfy the desire he had, this need he was trying to fill. When he had taken a chance and met this senior last spring, everything was different. The senior had pushed him down on the bed, held him down and fucked him roughly, the penetration so quick it hurt. He had come without touching himself as the senior fucked him twice. He hooked up with the guy two more times, each time going further than before. The last time he found himself tied up for a weekend and fucked till cum streamed out of his hole. After that weekend of total submission, the senior refused his messages.

    Thus, he began to search for the tops, the guys looking for someone who would be bottom, submit to their needs. But none were like the senior. None really pushed the boundaries that he was too scared to admit were his desire. Last month he met a guy at a small bar on the far side of town. A local boy by the name of Brian, who worked in some construction firm. He had looked so promising. The blue-collar background and the way he dressed. But when he had leaned over the table and admitted his desire, his want of a dominant top, one that would take total control, he saw the look of surprise. The look of someone being asked to do something they not only do not want to do but have no desire to do.

    After a few awkward questions and discussion, and the realization this was not going to be it, Levi and Brian slipped into a conservation about the different desires of guys, how everyone seemed to have something that aroused them.

    “Why do you want to be dominated?” Brian had asked toward the end of the night?

    “I don’t know…maybe because I want to be punished.”

    “Punished? For what?”

    “I don’t know. It just seems…” Levi stammered then feel silence, not sure how to respond. He didn’t think there was any one thing he should be punished for. He hadn’t really done anything wrong. Hadn’t cheated on an exam, hadn’t stole from anyone or hurt an animal.

    “It’s not because you’re gay and you don’t want to be?”

    “What? No…no, I don’t think so” Levi responded then pondered the idea. “No, I know being gay isn’t something to be punished for.”

    “Is it punishment? Or is it pain you’re seeking. The mixture of pleasure and pain?”

    “Pain” Levi replied, slowly, voice low, repeating the word, letting it hang in the air between them.

    “Do you like it when a guy pinches your nipples during sex? I don’t like it, but I’ve had friends who liked it so much they started wearing clamps.”

    Levi didn’t respond for no one had done that to him. He’d been spanked by the senior, had a hand clamped over his mouth and nose cutting off his air and a hard cock pushed into his hole so roughly he thought he saw stars. But never had his nipples roughly messed with during sex.

    That conservation came back to him. The notion of pain mixed with pleasure, the feel of one reinforcing the other, making it more pronounced. It had seemed ridiculous at the time. No way could the two be linked in such a sexual way, but he could not deny his own desires, and how the senior had manipulated him. All the thoughts of sex aroused him, made him play out scenarios that excited him. He felt his cock stir. Pushing back the cover and feeling the cooler air caress his naked skin, he grew more aroused. He felt it roll around as it thickened. He took it in hand and began to masturbate. Slowly at first, his hand moving the full length of his cock. As he grew harder and his arousal so great, he wanted nothing more than to cum, he stroked faster and faster.

    ‘Do you like it when a guy pinches your nipples during sex?’

    Brian’s question came to him and he rubbed his fingers over one nipple then the other as he stroked his cock. He felt the hard nub sticking out and he rubbed it harder. Then he pinched it, tentatively at first, then harder and harder. He gave it a twist and the pain felt like a short circuit zapping every nerve in his body. His cock grew more rigid, flexing hard in his hand. He twisted again, harder this time, till he shivered with the pain.

    Cum spattered his face, then chest. It rained down on his stomach then his hand grew slick as it moved along the flexing shaft.

    He fell back breathing hard with skin that felt afire. He traced a finger through the pools of cum then licked it clean as he wondered how someone went about finding someone who knew how to give such pleasure and pain at the same time.

    Charles

    Standing at the window watching the jocks play tag football, Charles marveled at the athletic prowess while at the same time disparaging them for such primitive displays of alpha male dominance.  The bare upper bodies glistening with sweat, muscles bulging, as they competed for scores. There was the lining up along some imaginary line, the ball hiked (that was what they called it, right?) back to the guy who led the team. He took three or four steps back and threw the ball to one of his teammates who zig zagged through the others down to the place they celebrated a score. Ball held aloft and running back toward the others the one who scored suddenly looked familiar. The muscular build, the light brown hair and the general height of the guy added up to the appearance of the guy he had watched through the window the other night. The naked reader.

    Charles moved closer to the window and watched more intently, following the guy around the Commons while he played football with the others. Now the guy was trying to stop the other team. Playing defense instead of offense Charles thought bringing the terminology to mind, words he had heard others use when talking about the game.

    The other team threw the ball and the object of his fascination ran across and caught the ball instead of the intended receiver, running back toward his scoring area till tagged by the other team. There was laughing, celebrating and taunts between the guys. Charles couldn’t hear them, but he could see how they were talking to each other and the responses they elicited.

    Turning, Charles strolled to his desk and picked up the novel he was reading and headed out the door. He was going down to the Commons to read, or at least that was his excuse to go down nearer the game. Nearer the guy he wanted to watch.

     

    The bench sat under a tree at the edge of the open grass area the guys were playing football. Charles sat on one end, legs crossed at the knee sitting up right with perfect posture. Holding the book in one hand, propped on his leg, he read slowly, distracted often, loosing his place and having to start over so often he had yet to turn a page. Instead he cut his eyes upward and watched the guys. They were shirtless, or wearing tank tops, showing skin and underarm hair. Crude, uncouth, and he wanted to fuck them. Running along the field with the ball was the main object of his infatuation. And what an object.

    Charles knew he was objectifying the guy but figured the guy did it to girls, so it was acceptable. A way to balance the sexism. The jocks looked at girls with lust, so it was only fair he did the same to them. To judge them on their looks, picturing them in some submissive position, begging him to fuck them. Thinking of Matthew’s pleading just the night before he pictured the jock in the same position; naked, lying on his stomach, begging to be fucked.

    The sweaty body passed by and he swore he could smell the testosterone. It was so primitive. This attraction based on nothing but looks and smell. The big strong male that could provide the best nest, the strength to drive away other males and predators and the genes to make the best offspring. Charles chuckled at the thought and how it was so predictable. Perversely conforming to societal norms, when he wanted nothing of the kind.

    “I’m open” called out one of the guys and Charles looked up in time to see the ball sail over his outstretched hands. A perfect arc, coming down straight at him with velocity, the ball in a perfect spiral. Without time to consider it, he dropped his book to the ground and leaned toward the ball, his arms up ready. The ball spiraled into them and stopped against his chest.

    “Nice catch.”

    Charles looked up thinking it would be the guy who missed the ball, but he was lying flat on his back laughing. Looking to his right was his jock, coming toward him.

    “Thanks” Charles replied as he tossed the ball him.

    “You want to play?”

    “What?!” Charles responded, not sure he heard correctly.

    “You want to join in?”

    “OH…no, no, I can’t play…football” Charles replied, thinking he couldn’t play any sports. It would mess up his clothes.

    “Yeah, I guess you’re not really dressed to be playing.”

    Charles looked down at the white dress shirt, the leather belt securing his dress pants, and further down the brown brogues polished to a high sheen.

    “No, I’m not” Charles replied, smiling up at the jock, who approached him, bent over at his feet picking up his novel. Glancing at the cover then holding it out for him to take.

    “I liked her previous novel the best, but this one is good too” said the jock as Charles takes it.

    “I agree, but this one has its own merits. I’m Charles.”

    “Levi.”

    “Levi? You’re joking, right?”

    “No, I’m serious.”

    “Hey Levi, come on, let’s play” one of the other guys calls out.

    “Got to go. See ya around, Charles” Levi stated as he back steps a few paces, then turns and jogs back to the others.

    Levi

    It was strange. One of those things in life that didn’t make sense. Some would say it was coincidence. Others, fate. Levi thought it was just the fact he was now acquainted with Charles and thus recognized him whenever they crossed paths. And for the last week, they crossed paths at least once a day. In the cafeteria, the library two nights ago and crossing the Commons either going to or coming from class. By week’s end there were smiles of acknowledgment between them, a brief hello, and a short conversation on what they were currently reading. They parted when Levi’s friends pulled him away to go to the local pub just off campus.

    One of Levi’s guilty pleasures is Vietnamese food, something he would slip away for lunch on Saturdays at least once of month. He never told the others, who seemed to live on pizza and burgers, and criticized anyone who ate better. Therefore, they were never invited.  He simply picked up his latest novel and rode his bicycle across town for a quiet lunch alone.

    He kept to his routine the next day, locking his bicycle to the rack on the sidewalk and finding a table along the far wall away from most of the other patrons. He placed his order, spread the novel out on the table and began to read. He quickly picked up the thread of the story and his surroundings faded away from his consciousness.

    After his lunch, Levi paid, slipped the bookmark into the novel and made his way out. The sidewalk was busy with people out window shopping, looking for a place to eat or drink, or just out to stroll among others. Moving at a slow pace enjoying the surprisingly warm fall day, he made his way up the street to Garden Avenue where he crossed over to go into the bookstore. It was a small independent store, with a mezzanine in back for the classics and history section and scattered among the rambling shelves of the main floor was the sections for fiction, science fiction, young adult, children and the other categories. Walking in, the bell attached to the door gave out its familiar ring.

    Browsing the new releases then the sale table, Levi took his time heading back to the section he was in search of. A professor had mentioned a novel from the nineteen sixties he wanted to check out. It had sounded intriguing, with the way the professor described the author and his motivations. He was nearly complete with the novel in hand, and he was always searching for something new.

    The shelving was low at the front of the store, but in the back, it towered over one’s head, the top shelves packed with overstock. Moving slowly along the main aisle, eyes scanning the titles of books on display on the endcaps, he made his way to the main literature section.

    Down the aisle he scanned the names of authors, moving along in search of those beginning with ‘s’. He rounded the shelf against the wall and moved into the next aisle, aware of someone else standing in the aisle near the other end. Glancing up he stopped with recognition. It was Charles thumbing through a book.

    “Charles” said Levi as he drew closer.

    “Levi” replied Charles, surprised to see him.

    “Find what you were looking for?”

    “I’m just browsing. What about you?”

    “I’m looking for __________.”

    “Really?”

    Levi laughs at Charles disbelief. “Don’t be so surprised. It’s insulting.”

    “Sorry, but…”

    “Guys who play football are too dumb to read.”

    “I was going to say, didn’t care to read.”

    “You’re probably right about most” Levi responded glancing at the shelf seeing the novel he came in search. “They have it!”

    “You’re surprised?”

    “It is such an old novel and I don’t think in high demand” said Levi, his voice far away, his attention more focused on the novel, reading the back cover. When he looked up there was a sense of embarrassment. This unfocused detachment from his surroundings when he was engrossed with a novel, even if just checking it out. “Sorry.”

    “Why are you sorry? I wish more guys were so intense about reading.”

    Levi caught it, the way Charles spoke in referring to guys. For a moment he wasn’t sure what to say. The silence became awkward.

    “Hey, you want to grab something to eat later?” said Levi breaking the silence. He saw Charles’ surprised expression and wondered what it meant. Did it mean he was surprised he asked him to hang out, or did it mean he was surprised Levi thought he would want to hang out with him.

    “Ah…yes, sure. What time?”

    “Say around seven. I know this great little place on the other side of town…”

    “The Red Leaf?”

    “Yeah, that’s it.”

    “I love that place.”

    “Then it’s a…” Levi responded, stopping when he realized he was about to say ‘date’.

    “I’m in Siegel; room 326. You want to swing by when you’re ready to go?”

    “Sounds like a plan.”

    Levi exited the store with his purchase in hand, excited more than he could admit. Charles was not the type of guy he normally tried to hook up. The search for a guy who was as well built as himself, someone who could exert themselves over him. Someone who could dominate him. Charles appeared not to be that person in any way. Average height, lean build but whether it was more skinny or muscular he couldn’t tell with the way Charles dressed. And there was that. The way he dressed. So different from anyone else. He had heard some of the comments directed at Charles and each one gave him pause. Was that why he wanted to go out with Charles? The sense he was different from most other guys. That he might be gay, something Levi was sure to be the truth. He just knew it to be the case.

    Charles

    Dinner had been better than he could hope, with only a few awkward moments. Levi shed the jock image and what was there was more enticing than he cared to admit. They had drove back to campus and found themselves walking around, across campus and back, talking on occasion about nothing in particular, and comfortable with the long silences in between. Their dorm building loomed ahead of them, the dark outlines with the illuminated rectangles of each window rose over the trees.

    “You want to come up to my room” Charles asked, sensing he was the one who had to take control.

    “Yeah…sure” Levi stammered as he followed Charles.

    It was strange the change in Levi. At dinner he was talkative, but while walking right by his side he grew quieter. Now he fell in behind him, silently following him into his dorm, up the stair and down the corridor. Charles unlocked his door and stepped inside relieved Matthew as not there. Levi followed him as he crossed the room, rolled out his desk chair and sat facing Levi, who strolled in, eyes looking everywhere except at him.

    He watched Levi scan the books on his desk and then a slow glance around the room till he was looking at his bed. Levi seemed to be breathing harder and anxious in his gestures. How far he could push Levi he wasn’t sure, but the thrill of the moment made his own heart race in his chest. He had the jock in his room. The jock who read. The jock that seemed to be willing to submit to him.

    “Levi, take off your clothes.”

    Levi looked at him in surprise, then nodded his head slowly. Charles couldn’t be sure, but he swore Levi stifled a smile as he slipped his t-shirt over his head. The bare torso came into view. Skin that looked smooth, perfect, in the way it was stretched over the muscular frame. Levi started to toss the shirt on the floor but stopped. The look Levi gave him told all he needed to know. Folding the shirt into a neat square, Levi laid it on the desk. Then each shoe was removed and set in front of the desk, followed by each sock, neatly rolled and placed in each shoe. Charles sat still, legs casually crossed as he watched. Levi undid his jeans, spread them open revealing blue boxer-briefs, and worked each leg free. Folded, the jeans were placed on the desk.

    Charles wondered if Levi would hesitate, make him command again, but he watched with satisfaction as the boxer-briefs were pushed down, each leg slipped free and the boxer-briefs laid neatly on the jeans. Levi’s cock looked full, thick, stretching out in its freedom. Charles started to command Levi to come to him but before he could say anything Levi stepped up closer. He uncrossed his legs, setting each foot flat on the floor and watched the big muscular jock eased down between them. Hands rested on his thighs, then the heat of exhaled breath came through the fabric of his slacks, then the press of a mouth. It kneaded his cock, working along its growing length.

    “Take it out” Charles commanded and watched as Levi undid his belt, worked the button loose then tugged down the zipper till his slacks fell open. He watched Levi mouth his cock through the thin boxers, then felt the wet warm tongue work through the fly and rake along the length of his cock. Fingers then worked him free and his cock stood straight up from his crotch, so hard it flexed with his arousal. Then it was engulfed in the slick heat of Levi’s mouth.

    Charles brushed the back of his fingers along the side of Levi’s face, then raked them through Levi’s hair. He balled up his fist taking hold of Levi and forced him down on his cock till he gagged. Then he pumped that mouth on his cock till he thought he would come.

    “You want it? Want my load?”

    The moan of yes vibrated around his cock as Levi pushed down on his cock then worked his lips and tongue up and down the shaft. Charles tried to hold still, but he was too aroused, and he began to push up, trying to get deeper into that mouth. He wanted to come, wanted Levi to take it in his mouth. The next load he’d pump in that perfect ass.

    “Take me” Charles uttered as he felt the surge of release. He grabbed Levi by the hair and pushed the mouth down all the way and filled it with his first load. Then he felt the suction of a swallow, then another. Finally, he felt Levi’s lips tighten around his cock and move up milking it of every drop. He shuddered when Levi licked the head clean.

    Levi sat back on his heels giving Charles room to stand. Slowly, deliberately, he removed his shirt, shoes, socks, belt, slacks and finally his boxers. He stood naked right in Levi’s face. He wasn’t muscular like Levi, but he wasn’t skinny either. Lean natural build of a boy of 18 about to become a man. His cock hung half hard over his balls, thick and dripping. Levi licked his lips and Charles was tempted to let him have it again with his mouth, but he had other plans. This time wouldn’t be so quick. He’d last a long time this time and he wanted to Levi to feel it.

    Grabbing Levi by the hair, he made him knee walk to the bed forcing him to lay his upper body on it. Kicking legs apart he went to his knees behind him. He pressed his cock against the firm around ass and began to get erect again. Leaning against the hard muscled back, feeling the heat of it against his body added to his arousal. He ran his nose through Levi’s hair just above the neck. He kissed the neck then moved to the right ear.

    “You want me to fuck you?”

    “Yes…fuck me Charlie.”

    Charlie? Charles hated that name, had gotten in fights as a young kid over others calling them that. It sounded common, too common, and he pushed Levi’s head down on the bed roughly and ground his growing erection between Levi’s cheeks.”

    “What did you call me?”

    “Come on…fuck me, Charlie.”

    Levi was goading him, riling him up. Well, fuck him, I’ll show him riled up Charles thought as he leaned back, took his hard cock and pressed it against Levi’s opening. It was tight, resisting his push against it.

    “My name is Charles” he uttered in Levi’s ear as he slammed half his cock through the tight opening and into the heat of Levi’s body. Levi moaned into the mattress as his body shuddered from the penetration. Charles felt the quivering body against his own, the growing heat of it, and he felt Levi pushing back on his cock. He pushed forward sinking the rest of his cock into him, every inch till his abdomen pressed tightly against Levi’s ass.

    “Oh Charles…fuck me” Levi cried out, louder than was safe.

    Charles pushed his head back down to muffle the cries and began to fuck. For the longest time he plunged into Levi’s depths, sometimes pulling completely out, hesitating a moment, the jamming his cock back in. He felt Levi pushing back, felt the shudder of his body when he tore through the tight opening trying to close and he felt his own growing need. The need to control this jock ass. The need to feel his cock sink into its depths, over and over. The need to hear Levi’s moans and cries and the feel of his body as it quivered beneath him and grew hotter and hotter till the skin was slick and wet.

    Charles pulled out roughly and leaned back on his heels realizing Levi was holding his cheeks apart giving him full access. He watched Levi’s hole slowly close and knew in a moment he’d pry it open again.

    “Get on your back on the bed.”

    Levi was on the bed in a flash and Charles eased up on it between his legs.

    “Spread your legs. Show me that ass. Let me see what I’m about to fuck again” Charles barked and watched Levi take his legs behind the knees and pull them up and out opening himself up. His cock lay hard on his stomach, balls still loose in their sac and Charles smiled mischievously.

    He scooted up close to Levi, his wet cock nudged up to that sweet tight ass. He pressed against it, felt the renewed tightness, that hole closed up tight. With his other hand he gathered Levi’s loose balls and pulled till they were tightly held in the base of their sac, his forefinger and thumb looped around the stretched sac. He tugged till the sac turned dark red and Levi shuddered with the pain.

    “What’s my name?”

    Levi rose up, looked him in the eye and smiled.

    “Fuck me…Charlie.”

    Charles tugged on the sac harder as he shoved his cock through Levi’s tightness. All the way till every inch was buried in the dark, hot recesses. Levi cried out, hands gripping at the quilt on the bed, head thrown back. Charles didn’t give him time to adjust as he quickly put his hands behind Levi’s knees and pushed them over till folded in half and that firm round ass rose up, perfectly angled for his fuck. He pulled outward and drove back into him, over and over, relentlessly till the bed squeaked with their rocking motion.

    Levi moaned and begged for Charles’ fuck, urging him onward. The room echoed with the noises of it. And among the noise neither heard the key slip into the door, the click of it unlocking or the soft sound of it swinging open. They didn’t hear Matthew walk into the room, dropping his backpack on the floor as he approached Charles’ bed.

    “Take me…take me” Charles uttered as he rose upright hugging Levi’s legs to his chest and continued to drive into the depths of the prone body. Levi looked up at Charles, the lean body of a guy one year his junior, but one who was in control. The one burrowing into his depths. Their fucking made Charles’ body tighten up, the muscles in his stomach prominent as his body undulated roughly. Levi glanced over when he saw movement and saw a guy who looked even younger approach the bed.

    “Charles…” Levi grunted, trying to get his attention.

    Charles didn’t notice Matthew, not at first, but when he opened his eyes, he saw his dormmate, down on his knees watching his cock piston inside Levi’s hole. At first, he was going to tell Matthew to get out, but he saw the glazed look in his eyes and looking over saw Levi staring at Matthew as he groaned more whorishly, louder, putting on a show. He began to slam his cock into Levi harder, roughly, trying to push inward even deeper. Levi moaned louder, turned to him and begged to be fucked harder.

    Matthew leaned up, eased his head closer, eyes glued to Charles’ cock moving inside Levi and on Levi’s cock laying hard over this abdomen, the head leaking till it pooled on his skin. Charles watched him, knowing what he wanted. He reached down and ran his fingers through Matthew’s thick reddish-brown hair, closed them into a fist and pulled his head over as he used his other hand to hold up Levi’s cock. He didn’t need to tell Matthew what to do. He merely needed to force the head down till Levi’s cock disappeared in its mouth.

    Levi cried out, thrust upward with his hips, shoving cock into Matthew while burying Charles’ cock in his hole. Charles pumped the head up and down till he heard choking sounds, then he pulled it up and pushed it down between Levi and he, down to where he had half of his cock pulled outward. He felt the wet tongue bathe the exposed shaft of his cock, make it wet, slick with salvia. He pulled the head up as he shoved back into Levi.

    “Strip” Charles commanded and watched as Matthew quickly stood up and recklessly pulled at his clothes, tossing each garment on the floor till he stood naked, his cock curved upward, hard, already leaking.

    Charles pulled out of Levi and commanded him to get up and turn around. He wrapped an arm around his neck bear hugging him so tightly it made breathing hard. Levi’s cock stuck out arrow straight, its head flared wide, glistening wetly in the dim light. He held Levi while looking over at Matthew who was toying with his own cock.

    “Get on the bed” Charles commanded, and they watched Matthew move down on the bed, lay on his back and hold his legs up, spread apart showing them his hairless ass, open, ready to be fucked. “What do you want?” asked Charles.

    “I want to be fucked” Matthew replied, and Charles heard Levi whisper ‘oh shit’.

    Charles guided Levi down, held his hard cock out till it pressed against the tight little hole. Levi pushed against it feeling the tightness resist him as he looked at the prone boy beneath him. Had Charles been fucking him all along he wondered, knowing the answer by the submissive nature of the boy. He looked at the lean skinny body, all angular with collar bone, protruding ribs and hips bones. When the boy laid his arms over his head and pushed against the headboard, he saw the nearly hairless armpits and the long smooth arms.

    “Put it in me” Matthew begged Levi as he worked his ass against the wet cock.

    ‘Enough’ Charles thought as he moved on Levi, put his cock to slick wet ass and shoved into it, hard, all the way, pushing till he felt Levi breach Matthew’s tight hole and plow into its depths. Matthew cried out as Levi moaned. Charles began to fuck.

    Charles set the tempo, the furious pace of their fuck. He drove into Levi’s depths with wild abandon, rocking the three of them so roughly their grunts and moans reverberated with their motion. The bed squeaked as it rocked back and forth, in rhythm with Charles.

    Levi cried out first, shuddered between them as he filled Matthew’s hole with his load. He kept fucking, thrusting his cock through his slick load as he continued to take Charles, to feel the penetration of his depths and the heat of their bodies pressed together. Then Matthew cried out. So quickly, as usual thought Charles, knowing Matthew could never handle a hard fucking without coming. He saw Matthew cling to Levi as he cried out with each release.

    Then he was ready to release his second load. He couldn’t hold back any longer, not with the smell of sex and the moans of organism beneath him. He shoved into Levi’s depth and jabbed at it trying to get deeper. He felt the surge of cum race through his cock and fill Levi’s hole till slick cum cooled his spent cock.

    One Year Later

    The graded papers were handed out and he saw the high mark with a note next to it praising his work. He glanced around the room and saw various looks, from being pleased to disappointed, and a few that appeared angry, probably thinking their juvenile efforts deserved more. Slipping the paper into his notebook, he slid it and his textbook into his backpack. He didn’t really know any of his classmates, but they at least didn’t berate him behind his back.

    He stood up, slung the backpack over his shoulder and headed out of the room. It was his last class of the day and he was eager to get back to the apartment. He strolled out of the room, down the long corridor to the stair, taking it down two flights to the ground floor. Outside the warm sun felt good for fall had been in the air a couple of weeks and he knew soon he would need to dig out his coat.

    He moved through the other students, crossing the campus till he came to its edge that bordered the town. Across the street he moved along the storefronts, occasionally glancing at his reflection. He knew he looked different this year. He felt different. More relaxed, and in some ways, more sure of himself, without the conceit he knew he displayed last year. His reflection showed his change in look. Jeans and a polo shirt, the tail loose around his waist. And the running shoes that were more comfortable than he ever dare to admit.

    He left the business district and cut down Garden Street, walking down the hill then up till he came to the apartment complex. He checked the mail, taking out the bills and junk mail, slipping it inside his backpack, and headed for the building at the rear of the complex, the one that faced a narrow strip of woods along a drainage basin. He made his way around the building to the backside, took the stair up to the third floor and to the apartment on the end, the one with that afforded the most privacy.

    He unlocked the door and eased inside, kicking his shoes off at the door, pushing them in alignment with the other two pair.

    “So, how’d you do?” Levi asked Charles as he walked into the dining area.

    “Very good” replied Charles as he moved around the table and stood behind Levi. “Is that the report due next week?”

    “Yep. I think I have finally figured out how to bring it to a conclusion.”

    “Nice; can’t wait to read it.”

    “Grade it, you mean” Levi responded looking over his shoulder at Charles with a smile.

    Charles looked at his watch and saw it was three thirty, plenty of time before dinner he thought as he leaned down to Levi.

    “Why don’t we go out for dinner, but first let’s have some celebratory fun” Charles whispered in Levi’s ear.

    “Yeah…let’s” Levi uttered as he closed the book and notebook in front of him.

     There was a kiss, then the touching of the other and finally Charles leading Levi to the bedroom. At the foot of the bed they kissed again, then both looked over in the corner of the room. The corner where the metal crate sat with its door secured with a padlock and inside, wearing nothing but a black leather collar was Matthew. Their pet.

    Charles looked at Matthew with his expectant expression and wondered whether or not he would fuck him first this time. It’d push Levi’s arousal to have to watch. He was in such a good mood he wondered about letting Matthew fuck Levi while he watched, then he could fuck both of them. Matthew got on all fours and pressed his face to the cage door. Then he whimpered.

    “Fuck” Charles whispered, and he knew what he wanted to do.

    Charles dragged Matthew out of the cage and to the edge of the bed.

    “Get him hard” Charles commanded, and Matthew knew it was he whom Charles spoke. Levi pulled his t-shirt over his head, pushed the gym shorts and boxers down till they fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them toward Matthew, up close, making Matthew lean back.

    Matthew took Levi in his mouth, sucked the flaccid cock down till his nose was buried in Levi’s pubic bush. It didn’t take long for Levi to grow erect. Matthew mouthed it, slobbered over the full length of it and sucked and licked the head till Levi was breathing hard.  Charles watched as he removed his clothes till he stood naked next to them. He watched Levi’s cock disappear in Matthew’s mouth repeatedly as he moved his head back and forth.

    “Get on the bed” said Charles to Levi pushing him to lay back.

    “Sit on it” Charles commanded Matthew, “and face me.”

    Matthew straddled Levi on his knees then took Levi’s erection in hand and held it up while lowering his ass down to it. Charles watched. Watched Levi’s cock bend at first then sink through the tightness. Matthew grimaced as he lowered himself down on the thick shaft.  Slowly, inch by inch, it disappeared within the slowly lowering body.

    Charles put the back of his hand on Matthew’s chest feeling the way he shuddered with the pain of penetration. Raking his hand up the smooth skin till he could cup Matthew’s chin. He tilted Matthew’s head till they were staring at each other. What did he see when he looked at me? Charles wondered, knowing he saw someone, even though his own age, who was much younger. Not in years, but in appearance. Young in attitude. Young with a certain naivety, an innocence that was compelling. Like a waif that turned up on their doorstep. So desperate, ravenous for human contact as to be dangerous. Charles’ religion of childhood would call it evil. An imp, luring one to true madness. And maybe this boy, so young looking with his lean, nearly hairless body, was their imp, here to bring devilment and mischievousness to them, and they weren’t instigating it, merely doing this naked imp’s bidding.

    Matthew began to move on Levi, up and down till his own erection flopped up and down between his legs. Levi’s hand held the narrow waist while Matthew rode him harder and faster. The bed began to squeak, to rock with the rhythm of Matthew’s movement. Up and down. Up and down. Charles didn’t stop him, let him keep it up till sweat trickled down from his hair and beaded up on his torso. His breathing grew ragged, heavy, sucking air in trying to fill his struggling lungs.

    Charles knew Matthew was ready. He reached out putting his hand on Matthew’s shoulder causing him to sink down all the way on Levi and stop. He slid his hand down the slick chest and stomach and took Matthew’s cock and balls in his hand and roughly tugged on them till the head drooled with arousal and Matthew whimpered.

    “Lean back” Charles commanded.

    Matthew leaned back, keeping his feet on the bed either side of Levi’s legs. His legs spread open and Charles could see the thick cock sunk into his hole. He moved up to it, put his own leaking cock against the hole next to Levi. Matthew threw his head back and spread his legs at the knees wider apart giving himself to Charles.

    “You want it?” Charles asked.

    “Yes” Matthew replied in a breathless whisper.

    Levi wrapped his arms around Matthew’s waist and held him while Charles pushed against the tightness. Slowly, pressing against it, then backing off, over and over, till finally, slowly, Matthew stretched open to take him. It was nearly unbearable, the tightness that squeezed the head of his cock, then the shaft, inch after inch, as he pushed into the heat of Matthew’s body.

    Charles fucked slowly, pushing inward about half way, then pulling outward. The tight opening milked his cock, every move sending shivers up his spine. He wanted it to last forever, but after a while Matthew loosened to the double penetration, as he had so often in the past, and Charles needed to fuck faster, to drive into the depths of Matthew’s body with the full length of his cock. He tried to go deeper still, shoving up tight to the spread ass. Levi moaned and grunted to the feel of cock sliding along his own and Matthew began to shudder, to work his hips with their fuck. And he began to get noisy, louder and louder with the moans and grunts, till he was crying out for Charles to fuck him harder.

    Hands behind each knee, Charles lifted Matthew’s legs and pushed them back as he fucked. Levi cried out and shook beneath Matthew. Charles knew he was coming as his cock began to slide slickly inside Matthew’s hole. He jackhammered his cock through Levi’s load till it pumped back out. And he kept fucking. Fucking till his muscles ached with the exertion. His own body hot, feeling as if the sweat could boil on his skin. Matthew raised his head and looked at him with a starved look.

    “Please…Charles…” Matthew whispered, throwing his head back while pushing his ass down on the two cocks.

    How could Matthew do it? How, with that look and those pleading words? Every fucking time it pushed him over the edge. Every muscle tightened. He movement began ragged. He squeezed the legs in each hand, holding on for dear life as the cum surge through him, then gushed out filling Matthew with another load.

    Then it was time to reward Matthew, to give him relief from his aroused state. Levi and Charles eased down on their knees guiding Matthew to stand next to them. They took his leaking cock and shared it. Tongues dueling over the head, then one then the other taking it into their mouth. Who would get rewarded for their effort? Who would the little imp release himself for? Matthew stood with fist balled up trying to make it last. He loved the feel of their mouths on his cock. The feel of each warm wet mouth taking him till he came.

    “Come on Matthew…come…” Levi uttered as Charles buried the drooling cock into his mouth and throat.

    Charles pulled off and licked the head while Levi moved in again and licked up the shaft. Their lips touched as they moved along it, down to the base and back toward the head. Levi fingered Matthew, dug three into his stretched hole, twisting and turning them making him work his hips back and forth, pushing out into the mouths then back onto the fingers.

    “Oh…oh…I’m going to come” Matthew cried out as Levi and Charles put their mouths over the head as best they could, capturing the cum that blasted out. Matthew always came hard and with such volume it never ceased to amaze them. They sucked at the head and licked at the dripping shaft as Matthew jerked with each ejaculation. Finally, cum merely dribbled out and Matthew pushed them off his overly sensitive cock.

    “Please…no more” Matthew begged.

    They lay on the bed for a long time, till their breathing returned to normal. Charles at the head with Levi on his right, head on his shoulder and down below Matthew whose head rested at their flaccid cocks. Levi squeezed the last of his load from his cock onto his finger and fed it to Matthew. Charles watched them, the casual way it was done as if the most natural thing in the world. Then his stomach growled with hunger.

    “Let’s shower and get dressed. I’m hungry.”


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  • Let’s get up

    This is the continuation of “He’s mine!”, however this one is less fan fiction and much closer to the actual book (called Advance Bravely) this couple was featured in.


    Yuan Zong threw Xia Yao back on the bed. He took his military belt and shackled Xia Yao’s wrists to the railing of the large bed frame; having him lying face down with Yuan Zong riding on his back, unable to move an inch.

    Yuan Zong began fingering that great ass again, widening the entrance some more.

    Xia Yao was horny as hell, but also annoyed. All he wanted was for Yuan Zong’s manhood to destructively thrust directly into his passage; a salacious scene that can entice one into a maniacal abyss. His desire to occupy Yuan Zong’s full attention overpowered the humiliation he felt from within.

    “You slut!!” Yuan Zong slapped his hand across Xia Yao’s trembling buttocks.

    Yuan Zong’s words were now full of vulgar insults, and his entire mind was full of images of taking Xia Yao’s ass. The curvatures of his buttocks perfectly outlined the crack in between when pushed together, making it look even more captivating.

    Although he had appreciated this ass many times before, this time the excitement was completely different.

    In the past, Yuan Zong could only look, could only imagine and desire, even when looking he didn’t dare to meticulously gander at it, he didn’t dare to overthink, afraid that he wouldn’t be able to control this rapturous mind of his. Indecent, vulgar, what’s that? Now he would unscrupulously play with it without holding back, now he would to directly wedge this rod right into it.

    “What a provocative butt…”

    Yuan Zong’s large hand crudely rubbed Xia Yao’s buttocks and like a hungry animal taunting its prey, his teeth sank down on the smooth elastic surface; indulging in a new flavor. His grips on Xia Yao’s waist intensified, forcing the man below to synchronize with the movements of his wrists, twisting and squirming erotically.

    Xia Yao’s handsome face was beet red again as he buried it in between the bed sheets to muffle his cries.

    “Aahh….bastard, don’t be like that….just do it directly…..”

    Yuan Zong wanted to incite him even more, like watching a prey waiting to be devoured; a kind of self-depraved psychological indulgent. He lifted Xia Yao’s buttocks and forced him on his knees, two legs opened at a wide angle, with the entrance fully exposed. He then swayed Xia Yao’s waist with his hands, making him twist and turn his hips.

    “Such a delicate waist, I love to watch you sway your ass!”

    The pink “secret door” opened and closed, swiveled exotically in front of Yuan Zong’s eyes. The lustrous, aphrodisiac buttocks became even more apparent as it pulsated without regulation. Yuan Zong’s hand ran along the wide gap of Xia Yao’s legs, stroking his manhood barbarously.

    “Haa..aah..ah…so good…I’m going to shoot…”

    Yuan Zong took advantage of this opportunity, quickly withdrew his hand, opened a bottle of lubrication oil, and daubed it all over Xia Yao’s entrance.

    Xia Yao was now on the verge of combustion, regardless of the type of stimulant, all he craved now was the satisfaction of his own thirst. Therefore, this body gave ease to two of Yuan Zong’s fingers as he slipped in.

    The mixture of pleasure and pain caused Xia Yao to shake uncontrollably.

    “Not the damn fingers….fuck me you asshole…….aahhh..”

    Yuan Zong increased the speed of his fingers in rage, violently invading the sensitive pathway, heavy friction one after another hitting Xia Yao’s G spot, forcing him to climax his next round of orgasm.

    Xia Yao spasmodically moaned and convulsed, and his sphincter muscles still firmly clenched onto Yuan Zong’s fingers. The giant between Yuan Zong’s legs was shivering with lust; the vicious beast hidden inside could no longer be constrained.

    Yuan Zong could no longer control it anymore, his hands impetuously spread Xia Yao’s ass and he ruthlessly penetrated through.

    The fire of ecstasy immediately broke down Yuan Zong’s last layer of endurance, satisfying the desires that had accumulated over time. Coarse groans and vulgar speech erupted from deep within his chest. Xia Yao had never heard Yuan Zong so uncontrolled before, this portrayed his feeling of satisfaction and the seductive moans of a man feeling aroused.

    The deeper Yuan Zong pushes, the more Xia Yao was able to experience the extraordinary power which Yuan Zong possessed.

    When more than half of his manhood had penetrated Xia Yao, Yuan Zong realized that since the beginning until now, Xia Yao had not once shouted or cried.

    He couldn’t help but turned his face and gruffly asked, “Does it hurt?”

    Xia Yao, drenched in sweat, shook his head.

    But before Xia Yao can say a single word, Yuan Zong was already a step ahead of him.

    “I will pour my thirty years of savings into your body and will thoroughly…..FUCK YOU.”

    All the lubrication oil from the bottle was poured out, and the whole “fiery rod” directly lunged straight in, almost reaching Xia Yao’s belly button. Yuan Zong began to slowly push, from shallow to deep, with each move becoming more and more adept until his whole member was fully pushed in.

    When the friction of his movements became effortless, Yuan Zong with his monster strength repeatedly thrust into Xia Yao’s hole.

    In addition Xia Yao was slowly starting to feel his libido escalating from the inside, exhilaration accompanied by numbness, fragmenting his body into tiny pieces.

    The indescribable pleasure which one cannot interpret, slowly spread to his joints, and faltered his body of all senses. Along with the fierce impact of Yuan Zong’s ambush, it made Xia Yao lose all his control. His moans and cries perfectly morphed together, enriching the atmospheric space.

    “Ahh…so good…very good…”

    Upon hearing such luring words, Yuan Zong once again ignited with fire, two arms from above lowered to hug Xia Yao tightly, determined to properly fuck him at least one. The giant steel bar was still invading Xia Yao’s tunnel, continuously striding like a frantic spindle, a machine that’s unstoppable, hungrily chasing the ass that was desperately trying to hide.

    The immense pleasure he soon felt, slowly scorched away all of his nerves.

    “hhaa..ahh…ahh…feels so good…fuck me more…ah”

    Xia Yao’s distorted expression made Yuan Zong even more excited. He frantically kissed Xia Yao’s lips, swallowing the vulgar obscene moans deep down, with his manhood still vigorously pushing in and out. Pa Pa Pa, the prurient sound could easily pierce a hole through the floor, destruct the whole ceiling, and collapse the entire floor. If heard by men, their heads will sweat, if heard by women; their underwear would be soaked through.

    Yuan Zong, with one hand restrained Xia Yao’s waist while the other lifted his bottom, adjusted his posture into a rather lewd kneeling position. He then kneeled down on both knees, pressing Xia Yao’s buttocks against his lower anatomy, and roughly submerged in.

    “You slut, what a tight little asshole…”

    Yuan Zong excitingly uttered the rude remark, then directly drove straight in. The large bed under them furiously shook; the bed legs scraped against the floor, produced some deafening screech sound, the floor trembled violently under the heavy weight, almost detaching the chandelier on the second floor down.

    Although this position felt humiliating for a man, it was a temptation Xia Yao could not fight, he lifted his bottom and pushes it deep down on Yuan Zong’s cock, the stimulation of his “G Spot” resonated his entire body. At first he resisted and refused to give in, but moments later he voluntarily raised his butt higher, harmonizing with Yuan Zong’s thrust.

    “Aahh…stop…I can’t take it anymore…”

    “You say you can’t take it but you’re still squeezing my dick this tight?” Yuan Zong said in a mocking tone.

    Another round of this intense battle broke out, his large hands opened Xia Yao’s buttocks, admiring the erotic scene of the tight hole repeatedly engulfing the huge object, and enjoyed the pleasure of the military soldier’s “long gun” drilling the soft wall of the policeman’s “tender meat” – a complete gratification.

    “Can’t hold…coming….aahh….aaahh…”

    The belts that tied Xia Yao’s wrists tightened as he grappled with the assault, while his waist erratically trembled and a chaotic flow of sticky substance surged from his cock. Before Xia Yao could catch his breath, Yuan Zong untied his hands; quickly flipped him over, and situated him on his laps.

    “Let me have a rest first…” Xia Yao pleaded.

    But how could Yuan Zong give him a rest? The “beast” had finally broken free from the “cave” without losing its mighty power; it was an opportunity he must seize. His big hands anchored at Xia Yao’s waist, forcing his hips down onto his legs and slowly swallowing the colossal giant between his groins.

    Both of their faces contorted during this laborious process but at the same time enjoyed the pleasure of meeting each other.

    “Isn’t it time for you to ride me? Yuan Zong asked.

    Xia Yao turned his head and refused, “I’ve never done that before.”

    “Uncle here will teach you, you will learn right away.”

    Yuan Zong used both hands to hold Xia Yao’s legs apart, and his bottom immediately collided with the momentum from below. Pa pa pa, the tip of Xia Yao’s buttocks pulsated, his two legs trembled and his moans loudly exalted. Unable to handle the strong stimulation, Xia Yao desperately tried to break away but was forcibly pressed down by Yuan Zong on his two hips. The more he struggled the harder he was being pound.

    “Don’t…don’t….I’ll do it myself…” Xiao Yao cried.

    Only then did Yuan Zong relaxed his hands, letting Xia Yao slowly find the excitement he longed for. After several squats and tastes of pleasure, Xia Yao’s propped up his strong legs, two soles sat parallel to the bed to support his posture, and began to wildly and ardently twisting his waist, engulfing Yuan Zong’s manhood whole.

    Yuan Zong’s heavy groans were now out of control, his countenance distorted like he had endured great pain from tortures but was actually savoring the pleasure of making love.

    Xia Yao liked to watch Yuan Zong’s demeanor being stirred upside down by him. His hips continued to sway more wantonly, his two hands reached for Yuan Zong’s firm chest and kneaded it vigorously, his buttocks still tightly constricted Yuan Zong’s member, generating more risqué “pa pa” sound.

    A loud roar with “tremendous power” reverberated. Yuan Zong hurriedly flipped Xia Yao over and embraced his back close to his chest. He then slightly lifted Xia Yao’s buttocks, bring forth his monster and slammed right into the opening door. The high frequency impact forced Xia Yao to let out all his cries.

    “Ahh, ahh , aahh, aahh, aahh….”

    Yuan Zong licks the stream of tears from the corner of Xia Yao’s eyes, in a heaving voice he murmured, “Such a naughty and lewd bitch….”

    “Can’t hold….it’s coming again…hhaaa..”

    At the moment of Xia Yao’s facial muscles spasm, Yuan Zong suddenly pushed him up, and together enjoyed the obscure scene of ejaculation. His rough fingers swiped at the sticky liquid and directly inserted into Xia Yao’s mouth. Refusing him of his chances to breathe as his lower body once again hailed a new “violent storm.”

    At first, Xia Yao wanted to avoid Yuan Zong’s fingers, but with his bottom exorbitantly stimulated, the tip of his tongue was suddenly forced beyond its limits, and began to lick Yuan Zong’s fingers in his mouth, sucking all the fluid dry.

    Yuan Zong’s fingers were licked from above while his manhood below was being contained… it was this profound and exhilarating pleasure that drove him mad.

    The strong repetition of each thrust exceeded Xia Yao’s tolerance, forcing him to beg for mercy.

    Another violent battle struck, pushing Xia Yao over his limitations, and forced him to the point of

    seventh heaven.

    Yuan Zong put his two arms under Xia Yao’s knee joints, and directly picked him up to form a well balance standing position with Xia Yao’s arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. A man who’s over 180cm tall is being carried by Yuan Zong without any difficulties. His bare pathway suspended in the air, coordinating with Yuan Zong’s ferocious and powerful pumping crotch.

    This style of love making centralized at the apex of his buttocks, subjected his sensitive spot to over stimulation. Xia Yao could no longer control his actions; ten toes curled up, fingers scratched and tore at Yuan Zong’s back, and emotions transfused into madness.

    “Who’s fucking you right now?” Yuan Zong loudly asked.

    “It’s….Yuan…Zong….” Xia Yao bites down on Yuan Zong’s shoulder until it nearly bleed.

    “Whose wife are you?”

    “Yours…”

    A great sense of satisfaction overturned Yuan Zong’s willpower, the veins on his arms resurfaced, and the lower body mercilessly welcomed a new pandemonium. Two men carelessly moaned and scream with no self-control, a burst of seminal fluid torrents straight into Xia Yao’s body.

    It didn’t take long for Xia Yao to drift into sleep while Yuan Zong was licking his ass and cock clean. He would need his sleep because Yuan Zong would not be resting for long and there was a lot of catching up to do.

    The end


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