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Rob an I found each other after Marcs last game. We both found a way to loose our inhibitions and spent a lot of time together. My muscle god… I was in love and I got to touch his naked body on a daily basis. Right there and then, I decided… okay. I am gay. I love to suck cock (especially Robs), I love to get fucked and I love to fuck. I love to do anything with a man that God forbid. What the hell… loose the breaks and all in…! With my own stud Rob.

Later, when Rob and I had hours of great sex together and we were lying in each others arms… we talked about Marc. In a way I was greateful. Thanks to Marcs mean games I was able to overcome my fears. It resulted in me being open about being gay. The way he forced me to do things I would normally never do was mean. But at the same time it made my superhorny. Still, Marc could let me do anything he wanted. He had several sex tapes of me, completely naked with my face in clear view. He showed me some pictures he extracted from the movies. One shot in particular. My ass was fully in view, with Marc’s cock in it. It showed my naked and hard cock, my face… with Robs cock in it. It his picture would end up on the internet… my life was over.

Rob told me that Marc did the same to him. Rob had a girlfriend once. Marc forced Rob to have sex with him, to suck his cock and being fucked when Marc wanted it to. Eventually one of the pictures, leaked out. Robs girlfriend saw a picture of Marc sucking a cock and being fucked at the same time. She brokeup and left. She never wanted to speak to Rob again. Rob never dated a girl again. Strangely he was feeling hornier and hornier. Suddenly he had an urge to wear g-strings, speedos, tight buttonfly jeans and showing it off. He accepted the fact that he loved having sex with gay men, but was not open about it. He did feel great when showing off his body. So he did.

But now, it was payback time. Marc had played enough games now. Rob knew a number of men who were also one of Marcs victims. He called them and they agreed to meet. They were very eager to think of a plan to get back with Marc. This afternoon we would all meet by the pool. It was my task to make sure Marc came along. So I walked up to Marc, wearing nothing but the tightest speedo I could find and a towel on my shoulders. I said : “look Marc, I want to thank you. I was so afraid of coming out, accepting that I am gay, that I probably never would have if it was not for you. Every time I see that hot naked body of yours, or in a tight speedo tight jeans, cycle shorts, I get a boner. Stupid that I did not let you get into my pants way earlier. Can you forgive me…?”. I ended my sentence by giving Marc a hot french kiss, with lots of tongue, while I grabbed his ass. “Wow… wat a great entrance you made, stud… but remember… I am in charge, all the time. I am the top. So hands off the ass…”, while he stepped backwards. “Oh sorry”, I said. “I was so horny when I saw you. I forgot. Do you want to come to the pool ? It is just us there. We can hang around in our tight speedos and have great sex there.”. And there it was. THE thing which made me so horny. Marcs evil, pearly white grin. 

So we walked to the pool, me showing off my ass, making Marc as horny as I could. When we arrived, all Marcs victims were already there, also wearing the tightest speedos they could find. “Heyyyy…. what is this ?”, Marc said. It was the first time I saw him being insecure. He backed off… “What…”, but bumped in to some muscle studs surrounded Marc. They grabbed him and pinned him down. “WHAT THE FUCK..! WHAT IS THIS ???”. I saw three or four studs sitting on top of Marc. They winked at me, pointing at the metal cuffs lying on the grass. Rob had a pair, and I had a pair. I put the cuffs on Marcs wrists. It made me horny as hell with a hughe boner, when I saw the metal cuffs click. Rob did the same with his feet after removing his slippers. 

There he was, my mean stud. Kicking, screaming in his tight red speedos. He was angry, very angry and shouted things like “I AM THE BOSS”, “I AM THE TOP”, “YOU WILL REGRET THIS”, “I WILL PUBLISH ALL TAPES ON THE INTERNET”.. he kept raging and raging. I never ever saw him this angry. Rob tabbed me on the shoulder, and showed me the red ball gag. He pointed at Marc. 

I went to Marc and said : “Marc, listen. I am very greateful for what you did to me. It made me horny as hell and I love the way my life turned out because of you. But enough is enough. I showed him the ball gag. “NOOOOO!!! YOU MOTHER FUCKER MMMGHHH!!!”. I locked the ball gag at the back of his head, secured and tight. “Now you belong to us, Marc. Now your hot, muscled and soon naked body is ours. For us to do what we want. And hell yeah, you can bet we will be taking turns to fuck your brains out. You will suck our cocks and be fucked silly. You were the top. You were not gay. Like Paddy O’Brian always says. I am not gay, I don’t suck cock, I don’t take cock, but I always fuck the hot studs. Well… Paddy broke and admits to being gay now. He sucks cock, he loves to be fucked and threw away all of his inhibitions. And so will you when we are ready. …And the tapes…? Your room, your safe is being ransacked as we speak. The tapes will return to its rightful owners. And your tape is being recorded as we speak. This tape will not end up in a safe of will not be used as blackmail. No.. it is a live feed. The entire world will see how this top stud is being fucked for the first time, forced to suck… against his will by his own victims. How cool is that ??

We carried Marc to our own fuck horse. I saw Marcs eyes widen. He tried to struggle the best way he could. But there were enough muscle studs to keep him down and tie him to the fuck horse. Rob cut away his speedos with a knife and there he was. Fully naked with his ass high up into the air. His cock and his balls hanging there in plain site for everybody to see. I took the whip, showed it to Marc… he tried to scream again, which makes my cock grow even more. “Yes, Marc… yes…”, Rob said…. “this whip will makes our cocks grow even more. Every victim will use this wip on you and whip you 5 times. 5 times for each victim. You will not be able to sit for days, and this is just the beginning…!”. WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK ! Tears streamed from Marcs face. He tried to scream, his face all red… but nothing worked.

“Now it is time to fuck his ass !”, somebody said. “Time to remove his gag and to shove something else in !”. “PLEASE NO…”, Marc begged. “PLEASE NO… I AM SORRY… I HAVE NEVER BEEN FUCKED BEFORE, I CANNOT TAKE HOURS OF FUCKING WITH YOUR BIG COCKS… PLEASE NOOOOOO…”, and before he could say anything, I shoved my cock in and grabbed his head with both hands. Marc had no choice but to comply and suck my cock. Rob got to fuck Marcs ass as the first one ever. With one big push he brutally shoved his cock in. I saw the pain in Marcs face. This was so hot. The person who blackmailed us for months now, was a victim now. Hot how Robs big hands were on Marcs naked ass. Hot how my hands held Marcs face while face fucking him. This was great. Another muscle stud took pictures, lots of them, making sure that only Marcs body and Marcs face was in clear view. The live streaming video did the same. We had lots and lots of viewers. And the night was still young.

20 eager muscle studs were waiting in line for their turn. To get  the chance to fuck his hot muscled studss ass. The ass which never wanted to be fucked. But you know..? Maybe Marc had the same problem as I had. That inside he wanted to be gay openly, but he did not have the guts to do it. Now he had no choice. The world already knew. And most of them were watching, Marc having great passionate gay sex. Life is great.

This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.

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Sometimes on the way to work I stop by a convenience for a bottle of Diet Pepsi. I know – sodas are bad for you, including sodas sweetened with artificial sweeteners. You know what? Everything is bad for you to some extent. I happen to like the sharp taste of cola in the morning – unless the weather is cold, in which case coffee is my beverage of choice. When the mood strikes I don’t deprive myself of a soda fix. Sue me.

There’s a store just around the corner from my house. It was closed for awhile and I figured it would be torn down and replaced with something essential to mankind’s survival, like a nail salon or another mattress outlet. But somebody bought it, cleaned it up, replaced all the underground gas tanks and re-opened it as a convenience store.

I began stopping there on my way to the office because their 16-ounce sodas were about a nickel cheaper than the other nearby convenience store, and that meant I didn’t have to break a dollar to pay the tax. Their coolers weren’t turned down as low as the other store’s but that was OK. I could always toss my drink into the freezer at work until it was close to the point of freezing. I like ’em that way – especially on a hot summer day.

The people who bought the store turned out to be a family from India so recent to the United States they had not lost their accent and in fact, spoke little English. I spoke not a word of Hindi, either, but that too was OK – they understood American currency just fine and we communicated with smiles and nods. Good for them for trying to make a better life for themselves and having the guts to move to a foreign country and open a business. It can’t be easy doing that in the States, where regulations often baffle even native-born Americans.

On this muggy summer morning I pulled into the angled parking space along the hedge that separated the convenience store from the apartment complex next door and got out. The heat swarmed over me like a giant, wet dog that was too big and bulky for your lap but he wanted to be there anyway. The asphalt seemed partially melted and stuck to the bottoms of my shoes as I hurried to the front door – or was that 10 years of accumulated spilled Slurpees and dropped Skittles and chewing tobacco spit? Oh well.

Inside it was cooler, but not a whole lot. At least not as chilly as Americans usually set their thermostats. Maybe in India they prefer warmer temperatures. Maybe they were just trying to save money on air-conditioning.

I noticed a not-bad looking man chatting up the dark-skinned clerk behind the counter. The man looked to be in his late 20s and had a thin, scraggly beard that matched his thinning, flyaway hair. He was talking amiably, as if the clerk could understand him, and the clerk was smiling and nodding as if he could. But I knew better.

I had seen him there virtually every time I dropped by the store. He couldn’t have been older than his early 20s and featured the dark complexion and jet-black hair of people from that far eastern subcontinent. He was only about 5-7 and couldn’t have weighed more than 125 pounds. Overall he was a good-looking guy and I wouldn’t have minded seeing what was hidden under that polo-style shirt and blue jeans. But how do you flirt with a guy who’s unfamiliar with the customs of your country?

The American was giving it a go. But I knew he would fail.

I went to the back of the store where the cooler sat and found my big plastic bottle of Diet Pepsi. I returned to the front and got behind the American, who was still trying to woo the young Indian. He gave me an irritated glance and I smiled, thinking, You’re wasting your time, buddy. But I concur with your tastes. I wouldn’t mind fucking that tight little Indian ass myself.

Finally, reluctantly, the man paid his bill – $12 in gas – and left, giving me the stink eye as he sidled past me. I had interrupted his pitch and now I was the evil cock blocker. Oh well. I put my drink on the country with a wet thonk.

“He wanted you,” I blurted to the young clerk without really thinking, who smiled without understanding and rang up the soft drink. Why had I done that? To make him uncomfortable? Because I could?

Or was I secretly sizing him up for my own pleasure?

I pointed to the man, who was now getting into his Kia. I made the universal gesture of a blowjob – fingers of right hand in a circle, as if clutching a big dick; mouth open; head bobbing – and then pointed to the clerk. He understood instantly and reared back in surprise, then let out an uneasy giggle, as if such thoughts had never occurred to him. Then he did an odd thing. He sort of shrugged and smiled halfheartedly, as if to say, “Oh well. What are you gonna do. That wouldn’t have been such a bad thing.”

Whoa.

I wondered if our recent arrival might be up for a little horseplay. He gave me my change and was it my imagination or did his fingers linger on the palm of my hand a little too long? My imagination kicked into high gear and I felt my cock stirring in my britches. I was not against a morning quickie on the way to the office, and if this boy was obliging. …

I looked him in the eye and wondered how he would react if. …

And then I said fuck it. Luck always favors the bold.

With the same impulsive lack of concern I had shown a moment ago, I pointed to myself. I repeated the blowjob sign, and then I pointed at him.

His face went neutral and one of those dark, furry eyebrows arched. But he didn’t seem instantly averse to the idea. A lot of guys would have grimaced and said no – emphatically. But not him. He glanced at the digital watch on his wrist (Who wore digital watches anymore?) and seemed to come to some kind of decision. Then he grabbed a key on the cash register and turned it, presumably locking it, and made his way around the counter.

As he made his way past me he kind of rubbed against me and I definitely felt something hard below his belt poking against my hip. He started heading back to the rear of the store, and I followed. I was sure he was heading to the lone, universal restroom, but he stopped short and unlocked a door that led to the cooler. He gestured me to step inside.

The cooler consisted of a set of angled shelves facing the customer, a walkway, and then three rows that held stocks of beer, soft drinks, milk, and other items that might spoil in the higher room temperature of the store itself. Three rows back and there was another walkway – for stocking the storage shelves. Nobody could see us behind that last shelf, and that’s where we went.

He didn’t waste any time.

He pulled up the bottom of his polo and undid his jeans, shoving them down. No underwear.

Out spilled one of the bigger dicks I had ever seen, a fat, dark sausage of flesh that looked for all the world like a python pouring itself out of a jungle of pubic hair to bask in the afternoon sun. Holy God, it was a monster. I couldn’t believe such a small, slight young man could have such an impressive animal hidden in those tight jeans, and I immediately fell to my knees in front of it, as if to worship.

He stepped closer.

I buried my face in his crotch. He had an exotic aroma, some kind of spice I couldn’t identify mixed with the more universal scents of perspiration, piss and male musk. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue the length of that thickening snake, which by now had come unstuck from his balls and was growing thicker and longer. He was not circumcised but his cock had already emerged from that fleshy sheath and was glistening in the dim, cold light of the freezer. I gripped his hips, and his hands found the back of my head. I opened wide to slide that monster inside.

His taste was as strange and different as his smell. Again there was the hint of spice against a cocktail of familiar flavors. I made a note to look up Indian cuisine online to see if I could identify that flavoring.

He immediately began thrusting into my mouth. I really had to gape my jaws to accommodate that fat tube, and his insistent prodding at my throat encouraged me to swallow him, despite his girth. When his cock went down, past that part of my throat where the gag reflex lives, he squeaked out a little puppy dog whimper and thrust even harder.

The air whistled through my nostrils as I struggled to breathe and swallow my spit as he face fucked me. My hands went from his hips to his smooth, brown ass. I cupped his butt cheeks and reveled in the feel of his muscles flexing and unflexing as he thrust into my throat, hesitantly at first but with increasing force until finally he seemed to cross a boundary of restraint and simply pushed his entire crotch into my face.

I was using the middle finger of my right hand to rub his asshole, which was mostly dry and wrinkled. I wanted to force it inside but it wasn’t lubed and I knew the sudden, maybe painful entry would distract him and he might pull away, and I sure didn’t want that to happen. I was enjoying this violent blowjob for every painful thrust it was worth. Despite the fact my cock was still in my pants, it was hard as wrought iron and probably leaking gallons of prostate fluid. I would have to take care of THAT little problem after I got back to the car.

For the next five minutes, he pounded my face without mercy. My universe became his crotch – the smell of it, the dark thatch of pubes advancing and retreating, the mist of sweat beginning to slicken the skin above his pubic thatch. It was all very intoxicating and arousing, sucking off this young man from India. I wondered if part of his urgency sprang from the fact homosexuality is culturally forbidden in that country. If so, he was more than making up for it know. His balls crashed against my chin as he pounded away, and that huge, beefy python was choking me – from the inside.

I could tell he was reaching his climax when his yips became deeper grunts – unh, unh, unh – and his hands pulled my face ever deeper into his crotch. I felt his ass muscles clench and then a mighty wallop of cum spit down my throat, seeming to drain his balls in a single, all-encompassing spasm of ecstasy. He stood there, that fat cock buried to the hilt in my sucking mouth, as he emptied himself inside me. His ass clenched my finger as he did so and I could feel his anus winking as the waves of his orgasm spread out across his nervous system. My own cock was leaking and I knew if I so much as touched it, the thing would explode, making a mess in my pants. I’d have to go back home and shower, then change clothes. So I kept my hands on his now-sweaty ass and began using my mouth and throat to milk him.

I looked up and saw his head lolling, a dreamy smile on his lips. His eyes were closed and his nostrils flared as he sucked in air with a loud hissing sound, so loud I actually heard it over the dull roar of the freezer fan.

His cock began to lose its stiffness and slowly I let it pull out of my throat. When it sprang free I licked at the head furiously, cleaning up every molecule of jizz. Then I went below it to the balls and gave them a good cleaning. And finally, to his surprise, I spun him around and buried my face in his ass crack. I don’t think they rim back in India because judging by his shock, this was an entirely new experience for him. But heck, I was a pro. I gave him my top-shelf tongue bath and made sure I wiggled the tip against his tightly clenched anus.

At last, and not a little reluctantly, I stood up. He pulled up his pants, giving me a shy smile as he turned to leave the freezer. But I stopped him and delivered a quick kiss to his lips. That, too, seemed to shock him, but he didn’t resist.

And then, after checking to make sure the coast was clear, we left the cooler. He went back behind the counter and unlocked the cash register – just in time as it were. A man had just gassed up the minivan and was headed inside while his kids sulked inside, their faces buried in mobile phones.

And I could now go to work and not worry about freezing my soda.

All that time in the cooler had chilled it just the way I liked them!

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If I mention the country Finland, the name Tom pops up, right? Tom of Finland of course, know for his highly masculinized fetish art works. His real name is Touko Laaksonen and his gay pornographic images feature mainly macho men with exaggerated cocks, muscled torso and ass. They always have short hair, no beard, and are often dressed in uniform: navy man, patrol police, jail officer… When I met Matt, a 26-year old Finnish guy, at the bath house in downtown Toronto, Canada, I asked him if he was a slutty Tom of Finland descendant. He immediately told me that his preference went to Gengoroh Tagame.

Tagame is a Japanese manga artist noted for his works depicting graphic themes of sadomasochism, sexual violence and hypermasculinity. He is celebrated around the world for his ground-breaking work, complete with masterful imagery and unbridled exploration of bondage, lust, passion, and romance. For him, violence is manly, and the experience of danger is exciting.

Don’t get me wrong, Matt is not a violent or dangerous guy. He barely measures 5 feet 7 (170 cm) and doesn’t weigh more than 152 lbs (69 kg), nothing to scare the hell out you! He is known to be nice, polite and gentle. The other side of the coin is quite different. Matt likes to be tied up, and raped by an aggressive dick or a darting tongue. Oh, I forgot to mention that my friend is a vegetarian, so if the cock has the size of an egg plant, and if the tongue is like an asparagus, then he’s more than satisfied.

I’m known to have a sharp tongue in discussions, and even more in ass eating. Matt was overjoyed when I buried my face in his crack, slapped his tight butt, licked his back-door, sucked his rose bud, and tongue twisted my way with frenzy into his satanic haven. My prowess was sharpened by the fact that Matt wore a jockstrap and that his ass was superbly draped with red-white-blue waist and thigh elastics. I’m French and I immediately saw the French flag that I had to honor, so to speak, lol.

Matt and I both ended up enjoying pillow talk, jumping from one subject to an another, with a lick, a kiss or a bite in between, frotting our dicks as soon as they started to rise. Chilli in the frolics and in the discussion too. I found out that Matt has a fetish for men in uniforms. Security guards rank pretty high.

– I sometimes indulge in small shoplifting just to have a security guard run after me.
– An what happens if he catches you?
– We end up in a backroom, I plead distraction, I discretely brush my knee on his crotch, I naively smile, and he starts to grab my jewels, you know what I mean, not a cheap bracelet or necklace, the real lottery prize!
– Amazing! And he ends up fucking you?
– Not so fast, I tell him that I deserve to be punished, that I want to be tied up naked to a warehouse post, and spanked in a manly fashion.
– Which is one way of saying that you long to be beaten by his stiff rod…
– How did you guess?
– You’re a fucking little pervert inspired by Gengoroh Tagame’s filthy mind, lol.
– Indeed, I adore being humiliated, beaten, tortured, raped and pleasured by an older man in a uniform.

Over a short time, I learned that Matt’s definition of “uniform” was pretty large. It included, for example, the white, green or blue medical clothing worn by dentists. At first, when he had an appointment with Dr. Benson, he took pleasure in having the dentist stuck a thick finger in his mouth, but was to shy to make a move. I told him: “Listen, Matt, no risk, no trick!” Now, my friend moans with pleasure, while nonchalantly brushing his right elbow against the dentist’s crotch. This inevitably triggers a bulge and an instant reaction. Dr Benson locks the door, shuts the blinds, pulls out his extra tool and attacks Matt’s wide-opened mouth.

A violent behavior of that nature is exactly what my friend dreams about when he’s flipping through the pages of Gengoroh Tagame’s graphic-novel Endless Game. Dr. Benson has become a vivid depiction of the mangaka’s erotic pulsions. By now, Matt’s one-eyed trouser snake has sneaked out of its jockstrap and made a “coming out” in the dentist chair. While fucking his patient’s brain, Dr. Benson strangles the snake and gives Matt a brutal jerk-off. They both sense that their volcano is ready to erupt. They both explode, and Matt can not refrain from screaming HOLY FUCK at the top of his two heads, skull and mushroom!

The receptionist feels sorry: “Why is Dr. Benson hurting such a polite and gentle guy?”

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31. Busking Arms Polish Snooker Player Phat Buns

“Another Saturday night in this dead town” George said to himself. He was in his local sinking a few pints and chatting with some acquaintances. He had been coming here for the last year and it was getting boring with the same old faces. Just as he was about to leave, the door open and a big brawny Polish guy came through the doors with another three guys. He was at least 6 ft. 3 with brown hair and had big shoulders and massive hands. He was wearing well worn grey tracksuit bottoms, which hung off him slightly and his friends were of similar builds, one was blond and other two were dark haired.

They order drinks and George notice that the first guy ordered a soft drink for and thought to himself “oh he does not drink.” He also thought I have seen him in here before and he is always playing pool. The guy went straight for the table set up the balls and started playing with one of his mates. The next moment as the guy bent over the table his Muscle Ass was pointing in the air in the ‘Fuck Me Position’.

　

George nearly choked on his drink and though fuck “am not moving leaving as I am enjoying this sight to much “and he moved to get a better view. “Damn this guys Ass is a thing of beauty”. He drifted off and came to when the Guy came over to him and asked “Hey I see you watching do you want to play pool with me”? “Yeah why not” he said and went over to play a few games. He cheered up and they started talking and established that the Polish guy was called Grzegorz who was working on a massive railway project nearby and that he was going to be in the area for a few years. His friends were called Jakub, Tobiasz and Rick. Jakub worked with him and Tobiasz and Rick lived in the same house as him round the corner from George who live alone.

They started having a good laugh and he was talking to Grzegorz a lot about life in Poland which he missed. George was watching him thinking “blimey he has really massive hands and I would love to rim him as the bending over the table ” was would be such a turn on. Jakub and Tobiasz said something to him in their native tongue and laughed. Rick smiled and said to George “they are talking about you.” “Oh yeah what are they saying “and he said they are saying that Grzegorz should take you home and show you his Thick Polish Sausage as they know you will enjoy eating it, riding it and bringing him off.”

George blushed to his roots and said “oh no, is it that obvious I he is not angry with me is he.?” “No he is flattered as he has not been with anybody that we know of recently men or women, he was married but they split up as she found somebody else when he came here to work which cut him up.” T”o be honest they married young as was expected but they were not into each other and really I catch him checking out mainly men. There this young English mix heritage lad called Tony who has a fit little body and a Bubble butt to die for, that he spent time with but the lad has a girlfriend.” ” Grzegorz has this look in his eye when he speaks about him and I could tell when we met that he wanted him.”

　

“Do you think they got it on?” “Yeah I do as one night Tony came back to ours and I heard him say yeah like that” and I peek in and he was lying under Grzegorz with his legs wrapped around his back and their snogging the face off each other, however he also said “I cant let you fuck me as your dick is too big and I want be able to look at Grace my girl in the face, also I am not gay2. “I will suck you off though if you return the favour” and Grzegorz did. He then laid on top of Tony and pushed his legs right back and up and started rubbing his cock all over Tony’s hairy asshole, craftily lubricating his cock, so it was sliding over and over Tony’s pouty anal lips.Tony stopped him as Grzegorz started pushing into his ass hole and said “I said no Fucking me ok. ” Fine was the response” and they continue to make out and I went back to bed. 

They still hung out. though, “so was Tony fucked then?” “Yeah eventually I think he just like teasing Grzegorz until he stopped hanging out with him and then Tony started chasing him relentlessly and one night I got up as it as hot and heard Tony say, “ok you can fuck me” and his moan as Grzegorz entered his ass pussy was something to hear. His legs were right back and he moaned some more saying “slowly your killing me with your phat prick” and as he was penetrated deeper, he was frantically biting the Poles beefy shoulders as he gave up his pussy.

　

Grzegorz had waited so long that after a few thrusts he came in Tony’s ass ,but did not exit it as he wanted to fucked him all night and fall asleep inside him. “How do you know all of this George asked?” “Well I secretly recorded it thats how”. “Why”. “Cause I like Grzegorz and want him to fuck me but Tobiasz wont allow us to have a threesome as he is too jealous which is a shame really”.

“What happen to Tony”? “Well they stop seeing each other as Tony claimed he could not take the guilt that he enjoyed being fucked up the ass too much and that he and his girl who was pregnant were planning to moved away..” Grzegorz not really seen anybody since apart from a Polish girl call Anna who but his heart was not really into it and they stay as friends now.” 

Rick got up at that point and went to bar to get a round in and Tobiasz started speaking to George. He said !I was listening to you and I can tell you what happen to Grzegorz and Tony.” “Oh yeah what happened”, “well he came home early one day and when he walked, in he could hear the familiar sound of a body’s slapping against each other and 2 men’s sexual moans indicating one was was being fucked.” 

“He thought to himself that sounds familiar and was shocked to find his ‘straight ‘work mate Jakub, Balls Deep in Tony’s Ass Cunt.” “He was lying on top of him pounding him and in shock Grzegorz froze.” Jakub then flipped the cheating slut over and pounded him out, balancing himself on his toes and slam fucking his large prick full length in and out Tony’s Ass, who grunting and moaning with pleasure.” “After 15 minutes of hot slamming fucking Jakub came deep in his Ass Pussy”. 

　

What happen, next?” Well Grzegorz was really mad but the sight of Tony being Fucked gave him a stonking Hard on, so he went to hIs room and when he heard Jakub saying that “I am going out for cigarette, please relax, I go to Supermarket to buy a pack so I see you in 30 minutes ok”. When the front door banged shut., Grzegorz walked in he laid on top of Tony who was lying enjoying his after sex bliss and slid deep into his Bubble Pussy in one hard stroke. He held him down and grudged fucked him plunging deeply in and out, withdrawing his cock full length then plunging right back in to the hilt and again withdrawing out. He repeated this for 25 minutes. Tony head was spinning and came two times. Grzegorz slam fucked him so hard and came with a roar deep up Tony’s Colon filling his Boi Pussy with a lot of Hot Cum.

　

After he finished he walked into his room shut the door and never saw the Bastard again as Tony left before Jakub came back. Jakub was sorry whens he realised that Tony was the guy that Grzegorz had been fucking in the room which was next to his room. He said that Tony had been cock teasing him for weeks, flashing him his Bubble Pussy which turned him on no end, got him pissed on few occasions talking about sex all of the time and gave him a hand job at work. This lead on to them sneaking off home when they should have been at work, at the time he was sharing a flat with Grzegorz, although he had since moved out but still worked together. Although he felt guilty he could not resist Tony’s hand, mouth and ass pussy skills. and though he had never been with a man sexually before or after but he simply could resist ‘Tony’s charms’ he confess to Grzegorz, and could not help himself sinking his thick polish sausage into Tony Buttery depths.

　

They all continued chatting and sharing jokes and soon the bell rang for closing time Grzegorz invite George to his flat which was a few streets from where George lived and offer him another drink in his room. There one thing lead to another and George found himself face down ass up being pounded out by Grzegorz who was kissing him and speaking to him in his native tongue and linking hands with him. This continue for about 20 minutes until they change positions lying on their sides spooning and slowing down the pace with his thick cock stroking right out and then slowly siding deeply into George moist ass depths. He could feel every inch of his throbbing dick inside him before it came inside him flooding his colon.

They fuck for hours and fell asleep with with Grzegorz dong deep inside George and several times they woke up make love again and again and fell asleep. The next morning they woke had a hard morning fuck and went into the garden to have breakfast. Jakub, Rick and Tobiasz were up and was smirking at them. “Did you have good night?” “Yes we Fucked all night”. “Yes we know we heard every moan so much so that Rick said that we so turned on that Tobiasz agreed that we could invite Jakub into our bed and to have a threesome so I got Double Fucked thank you” and he had a massive grin on his face. 

　

They all started laughing and Jakub was still turned on and too khis hard on out and shook it about. It was 9 inches thick with pre come dripping. Grzegorz said come here let me stroke you and did so and beckon George to sample him, which he did and they all got their cocks out and started wanking and jizzing all over the place. The look on Jakub’s face was priceless and they stated to laugh and tease him as he shot the biggest load of them all. He stated it was strange being in this positron and Rick said “chill out we are having some fun right like you do wit your straight pals”. He said “yes but we don’t fuck”, “well you should as that would stop all of that unnecessary fighting etc.”

　

George smiled and said “I have to go can I see you again?” Grzegorz smiled and said ” am doing nothing today ,why don’t we hang out?” “Ok come home with me then” and he did and a few weeks later moved into his house and life settled down for them. However 6 months later Tony was back on the scene and started his usual Cock Teasing ways. George was a little concerned that Grzegorz wanted to get back with him, but when he asked him as he was a direct person, he was told that “anything I felt for that little Slut is over the minute I found him with Jakub’s Dick Deep in his Ass.” 

“He is as you say a Man Hungry Slut and I have an work mate who will satisfy his needs.” He introduce him to a Bulgarian Guy called Dumirtru a fit dark hair built guy who had a big fat 10 inch cock which was permanently semi erect and was hard as soon as he we introduce to Tony who smiled licked his lips and motion for him to come to a corner of the work site where he dropped his pants presented his lubricated man pussy and they fucked continually. They got busted by 3 other phat cocked Bulgarian construction site workers who Gang Banged Tony every occasion they got ,filming it and send a video to Grzegorz who showed George the Video.

　

George had to admire Tony’s stamina as he look completely fucked by the time the video faded out but was clearly happy servicing all of these straight guys phat dripping cocks. 

As for George and Grzegorz they were still together 5 Years later enjoying each others company and love. 

The End

　

　

Gathering Clouds

1

The noise is deafening. The band plays on the stage set-up in the corner of the large room. A twanky-sounding tune streams forth from the mouth of the cowboy hat wearing woman behind the microphone, she sways as woman if she were possessed by the music. Her tale of woe sung with a sorrowful wail fills the jam-packed room.

“Enough of this sad shit,” a man shouts, “sing a happy song. I don’t wanna hear this shit.”

She sings on. The twang of her southern alto drowns out the interrupting drunk.

He moans and complains, louder, drowning out the strumming guitars and the soft beating drums.

“Play a happy song, dammit, Dee-Dee,” a very sad and loud drunk man bemoans, again, to the wailing lady on the stage.

“Pipe down, bud,” a man shouts out from one of the bar stools.

“FUCK YOU!” the drunk squeals, “FUCK YOU, FUCK ALL OF YOU, YOU STINKING ASSHOLES!”

“Awright, Max, that’s enough of that, “a hulking burly broad-shouldered man presses the drunk’s man’s fingers against his back and ‘gently’ walks the drunken man to the front door and tosses him out, like yesterday’s garbage, out the door.

Seated on two barstools at the bar are two men who have been watching the fray with the drunken patron.

“There is always one, uhhh,” the man seated on the left side says.

“Yep, some cannot hold their liquor,” the dark-haired heavily muscled man seated next to the lighter-haired man.

“I am Ron,” the man on the left, who is also the lighter haired of the mix matched pair.

“I’m Jacob,” the muscle man replies.

“What’s that on your right arm, there?” Ron asks.

“My wife’s initials,” Jacob asks.

“Oh?” Ron sighs.

“Not one of my brighter ideas,” Jacob says, “…considering we divorced six years ago.”

“Mmm, “Ron sighs, again, “…and now you are marked with the woman’s initials.”

“…and I am remarried, too,” Jacob says, “…the women do not even share the same initials, which is no surprise, uhh?”

Jacob does a nervous laugh at the stranger’s marriage tale.

“What is your wife’s name?”

“Darlene,” Jacob answers, “My second ball-and-chain.”

Jacob does his nervous laugh again.

“Yeah, having J-O-E on your right arm, ain’t welcomed by her, I bet.”

Jacob nods his head, ‘yes.’

“You are quite a strapping guy, you lift?” Ron asks as he looks over the burly muscled guy in the stool next to him.

“Yeah, I go down to a friend’s gym, Reid’s Body Shop,” Jacob answers, “Over in Raleightown.”

“That’s where I’d seen you,” Ron says, “You are quite the strapping guy, not too easy to miss. Not that you want to.”

Ron gives his new friend a wink.

Jacob takes a gulp of his drink. It is a brown liquid.

An alcohol-less glass of watered-down Coco-Cola. Jacob is not one to drink, alcohol, but he likes the atmosphere at the bar. A place where he can be a man among other men, besides he and Darlene had just had one of their drop-down drag-out verbal fights and he needed to exit the situation.

“How tall are you?” Ron asks.

“6’2.”

“Your weight?” Ron further queries with another personal question.

“210 lbs.”

“Whew, man,” Ron says, “You are some tall drink of water.”

“A bucket,” Jacob says, offhand, a slight laugh.

His statement even strikes him as odd once the two words passed over his lips.

“Hey, Josh, be back in a sec,” Jacob says as he gets up from his stool and strolls in a rush to the men’s bathroom.

 

 

 

2

The bathroom door swings open. One of the urinals against the wall is occupied, the sound of piss hitting the back of the white ceramic bowl echoes through the cramped small bathroom.

The massive figure at the bowl fills the full space in front of the piss-station. The man’s shoulders are wide, expansive. His bulk engulfs the available space in the room, but he is 6’2”, over 210 lbs., and a bear of man. Dark chest hairs peek out from under his button-down shirt, as numerous button-snaps are undone, revealing much that is underneath.

“Oh, hey, Jacob,” Ron says as he unzips the fly on his jeans.

Ron does a quick glance toward his urinal pal, what he sees is quite impressive.

Ron averts his eyes back to the tile wall in front of him and looks down at his cock that pokes out of his unzipped and unsnapped jeans. He stands with his legs spread as he empties his own beer-filled bladder.

“Your wife like that cock of yours, Jacob?”

“What?” Jacob says.

“Your heard me,” Ron questions, “Does that cock get serviced enough, uh, by your woman?”

Jacob looks down at the limp cock that dangles between his legs. He gives it a gripping tug, filling the blood creep into the veins, making it grow massive as he realizes that his wife has not ‘serviced’ him as the stranger, Ron, suggested.

“No, she doesn’t,” Jacob answers, “My ex-wife, Jo, was quite a cocksucker, not so with Darlene.”

“I suppose I can remedy the stress you are feeling, Jacob,” Ron says as he turns to the man with his cock poking out the fly of his jeans like a striking snake, “I suppose you have some venom that needs swallowing.”

Jacob moans as Ron tightens as grip on the dangling hard cock in front of him.

One of Ron’s agile fingertips draws a line down the center of Jacob’s open shirt, brushing through the dense trail there in his midst. His finger had started on the square jaw of the hulking man and made its way south, before being stopped at the last button of the opened shirt.

Not stopped by the last of the shirt, Ron grabs the protruding cock, letting that same fingertip trace the outline of the hard cock. The cock reacts to the delicate touch, giving up some of its clear man-juice by forming a tiny drop on the glaring red vein-swelled cockhead.

Jacob lets a deep guttural moan as he leaks more drops of his valuable protein.

“You need to cum, don’t ya, Jacob?” Ron asks in a delicate voice.

Jacob moans.

“Good.”

 

 

 

3

 

Ron squats down, his knees on the filthy piss-soaked tile floor in front of the dual urinals. Like a cheetah pouncing on its prey, Ron leaps into action, swallowing the fleshy-snake with its peeking and weaving head out of the burly man’s open jean-fly.

Sucking sounds soon fill the tight space as the slobber drips from the corner of Ron’s mouth as he bobs, like a jackhammer, on Jacob’s 9-incher. His motions are swift, precise, as suction pulls liquid deep from within Jacob’s throbbing balls.

Bubbles of white slobber are escaping from the overflow with each slather of Ron’s tongue on the swelled cock in his mouth. The saliva and cum mix in an abundance of tasty juice, which seeps down Ron’s throat as he applies more pressure from his learned oral skills on the cock prominently displayed before him.

Jacob’s cock curves to the ceiling in the bathroom, the upward bend, ever-so slight, with each plunge into Ron’s mouth, the swollen cockhead brushes the roof of Ron’s mouth. This gentle scraping electrifies Jacob, sending shivers through him as Ron swallows his wand.

Ron lets his hands drift to the ass of the man whose cock fills his mouth. He uses his strong fingers to shove Jacob’s ass, which forces the throbbing cock harder into his mouth. Ron’s fingers weave a delicate net of interlocking paths through the forest of butt hair on Jacob’s ass. Gentle slaps fuel the growing intensity of dripping cum spigot that is in his mouth.

Just beyond the door to the bathroom, the men can hear the racket in the bar. Another man can walk in at any moment and catch the pair engaged in their tryst.

Jacob does not move.

Ron does not move, except to pump the cock in his mouth like an oilrig.

The gyrations are slow, deliberate.  Gentle, yet a degree of roughness that a man enjoys as his cock is swallowed like a child’s lollipop.

Jacob sighs a loud gut-retching moan.

“UH! UH! UH!”

Ron does not let up on his sucking. He gulps down harder as he is rewarded with a large dollop of pre-cum down his throat. The man’s cum is salty. Deep protein richness in the white milky cream sloshing down his throat causes his cock to leak on the wet floor of the bar’s bathroom.

4

 

On the other side of the bathroom door, another loud outburst is heard. The noise is getting louder and louder.

“Get up! Get up!” Jacob says in a frantic pace, “I hear someone a-comin’.”

The sound of the bathroom door opening, as it swings on hinges.

Ron stands and rapidly turns his body to the urinal in front of him.

Jacob hastily tucks his still hard and throbbing cock into his jeans. There is no mistake to him and to Ron that he is hard. The bulge is undeniable.

A bearded burly biker dressed all in black, a red bandana wrapped snug around a mop of black oily hair. A chain on his belt connects to a billfold in his back pocket. The man’s face is shaggy with an unkempt beard marring any signs of skin between the patches of visible face.

The surly biker looks to the nervous two men, who eyes linger on him, acting as if they have been caught at doing something.

The biker nods his head. The two men respond, accordingly.

Jacob walks out the still swinging door.

Ron waits, catching a fleeting glimpse of the biker’s dick as he unzips the fly on his leather pants and pokes it out of the opening. He wipes the cum-spittle from the edge of his mouth as the biker watches him do it.

5

 

A forceful slap on the shoulder of the seated man at the bar draws the attention of the patrons at the bar.

“Give me a beer, Max, will ya,” Ron says as he sits on the empty stool next to Jacob.

He glances to the crotch of his newly minted friend.

As he sits, he whispers into the ear of his fellow barstool-companion.

“Your cock is still hard, ain’t it?”

Jacob does not answer.

Max, the bartender, places a longneck down in front of Ron. He grabs the beer and swigs down a hearty gulp of liquid from the brown longneck bottle.

“Mmm, I needed that. I had a salty taste in my mouth.”

Ron lightly kicks Jacob’s dangling left boot under the bar. He leans into the man, who had earlier had his cock in his mouth.

“You want me to finish what I started?” Ron asks.

Jacob’s bulge jumps at the suggestion from Ron but no reply comes from him.

“Your cock wants me, too.”

The bar is still loud, still noisy and the volume is cranking up.

Jacob looks to the clock above the cash register. It reads, 11:37 p.m. Darlene is probably worrying why he has no returned home. He lifts the tumbler to his lips and takes the last cold swig of the Coco-Cola from the glass. He clunks the glass down on the napkin in front of him on the bar. He rises from his seat.

“Where ya goin’, Jacob?” Ron asks.

His answer is short, to the point, annoyance in his voice.

“Home.”

As he walks out the door, a burst of cool night air hits him square in the face. A storm is coming as the wind whips through the parking lot stirring up the dust and the gravel.

6

 

“Yo, bud,” a pair of hands manhandle Jacob on his shoulder, a tight squeeze of the ten fingers on his shoulders.

‘It’s him,’ Jacob mouths to himself, that irritant from the bar.

“You want me to finish up on that cock of yours?” Ron’s voice yells into his ear.

He looks to the man who has a devilish leering gaze on his face.

He looks eyes-to-eyes into the man acting like a wild-out-of-control next to him before the world suddenly starts fading into a gray blanket-like mist. A sharp pain pierces him on the base of his skull as his feet gives way and he collapses into the white sandy gravel.

“You are comin’ home with me, Joe.”

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Whaaaaaaaaaa,” Jacob mumbles before he shakes his head one last time as he snoozes in the rough gravel road of the parking lot.

The End

Aras was hard at work in a restaurant in a popular tourist area in Southern Turkey. He was 19 and from a Kurdish ethnic back group and loved his job. The customers nick named him Dancing Boy, as he liked nothing better than showing off to the customers, who laughed at and with him re his constant antics. When music came on , Aras could not help himself dancing and his smile was infectious melting even the hardest of hearts. He loved all sorts of music from the Traditional Kurdish and Turkish songs as well as more up to date western music and often his shyer fellow work mate Homer joined him. Homer had a Bubble Butt which jiggled when he danced and he often caught guys looking at him but he was only into women.

Recently more Russians were coming back to the area as they had deserted in droves for a few years when their respective leaders fell out, however now was ok and business was booming. The restaurant was packed out every night slowing down about 11pm and closed at 2am sometimes later. Aras finished work about 11.30pm and hung about the restaurant before heading upstairs to his bed exhausted but he was still dancing in his head to imagery music. Sometimes he went out but for him as a young Gay Man he had to stay underground and be discreet with is sexual experiences which were limited. He had a few encounters one including one of the older head waiters but it was only quick fuck and it never happened again sadly.

One night this all changed when 2 Russian Business men Anatoly and Viktor came in for the evening. They appeared to be as straight as they come being straight faced with the waiting staff, but this changed when they spotted Arad dancing and they started to laugh and clap alongside all of the other customers in the restaurant. drinking lots of Vodka. When the waiters all did the traditional dance that they performed every night which went on for about 5 minutes both Aras and Homer arms entwined and their Bubble Butts were jiggling and shaking and they were sweating as the evening was very humid with it being a very humid July. Both Anatoly and Viktor had hards on for these two waiters nd when they came to clear the table Viktor said in English “we want to fuck are you able to get off tonight to join us?”

Homer did not understand him and walked off, but Aras did perfectly even though his English was not too good but he could see the lust in their face as they were practically eating him with their eyes and licking their lips suggestively. “What time do you finish?” 11.30pm “ok get a taxi to this hotel and ask for Anatoly in room 3465 and bring your friend with the nice Ass”and he licked his lips and pointed to Homer. They signal the bill, paid up and left.

Homer asked Aras what they said and he told him as they shared everything. He said “be careful as those Russians are Hard Fuckers, I know a local whore who was fucked so hard that she could not walk for a week as all of her holes were almost destroyed by their Big Russian Dicks.” At that Aras’s hole grew moist and his cock became hard and he said “I want to be Fucked Hard by these Big Hard Russian Men and I don’t care as I need to be Fucked Homer , it ok for you getting to nail your girl all of the time, but me I get nothing in my Ass which is aching for a long hard fuck.” He was super excited and Homer thought oh dear. He did also however have a ragging hard on imagining Aras being pounded from behind as could not image any other position that two men fucking would adapt.

The end of the shift could not come quicker and Aras had a quick wash put a fairly clean looking shirt and left. He got taxi to the hotel which was 5 minutes away and went to the reception. He did not have the usual trouble that he encountered from the 5 Star Hotel Personal and caught the lift to the penthouse and stepped straight in the apartment. He was stunned as it was large and beautiful. ‘I would love to live here ,maybe one day’ he thought to himself then saying don’t be stupid this will never happen to me.

Anatoly and Viktor came to him and said “get undressed and have shower, also we need to see you naked right now” and ripped his cheap clothes off. He was little scared but thought I will do what I need to do a long as they don’t beat me. Viktor saw the fear and lust n his face and said “don’t worry we are playing with you but will fuck you hard ok can you handle this”. Aras saw his big fat cock at least 10 inches and thick and Anatoly was the same and he smiled and said “yes I try” and starting stroking their Phat dicks. 

He went to the bathroom which was bigger that the dorm where he slept in the restaurant with 8 others and had a long shower cleaning himself and douche himself as he wanted to be fully clean for these men. When he came out he was given a drink to relax him and Viktor walked up to him and put his cock straight into Aras’s mouth going as deep as he could edging towards his throat. This was hard for Aras but he kept up with the hard thrusts and his head was held in a hard grip. He nearly chocked but remembered to breath through his nose and soon took the cock right to the pubes with tears running down his face and spittle covering his chest. He has a massive smile on his face.

Vitkor said to Anatoly in Russian “this Slut is good one of the best, I cannot wait to try his Ass as I am going to fuck him good”. They laughed and Aras moved to Anatoly who was just as rough and pounded his throat which was getting used to the hard treatment. They wanted to see if he could handle the hard Russian style fucks that was to come and made him walk to the bedroom and threw him on the bed. They place him on his side and Anatoly got on behind him and started molesting him roughly and his big fingers went straight to Aras Asshole which was moist and prepped so that the big fingers penetrated him with no resistance. Three fingers were soon joined by a fourth finger and he thought ‘I cant wait no more and enter Aras with one stroke deeply penetrating him.

Aras took him like a champ and was laughing to himself as he had been waiting for this forever and Viktor was looking at him surprised as he thought that he would protest. Aras reached for him open his mouth like bird waiting to be fed and took his cock deep in his throat milking the shaft and pulling him in deeply. He tapped Anatoly so that he could move positions and got on his hands and knees opening his mouth and ass to be used as they liked.

They fucked him from both ends pummelling his Boi Pussy aggressively shouting names at him like whore etc, but he did not care as he was getting what he needed. They traded places and continued banging him out. plunging their dicks in and out and Aras was in heaven almost floating away. After a while he want to change positions again and laid on his back with his legs up and back and said “I need you to fuck me hard yes” and flashed his beautiful smile and Viktor sank his cock right deep into Aras Cunt and started slam fucking him. 

Aras was shouting “Fuck Me, Fuck Me you Russian Bastard” in his own dialect, pulling him in deeper and looked him and demanded “kiss me” and Viktor did more passionately that his wife at home. After 30 minutes he came with a gasp and his body was trembling for the force of his ejaculation and he rolled over and almost fell asleep as he was exhausted. Anatoly took over and fucked and fucked Aras who really could not get enough of his fat tool. He was so happy that this soften the Hard face Russians who were smiling at each other as they did not think when they saw Aras that he would be so skilled and to be honest neither did he. He came deep in Aras Ass Pussy and asked Viktor did he want another go. Viktor said no maybe later.

Aras said “I go now?” “What for we need to fuck you some more later. as we have other Business Acquaintances who are our main competitors, Lazar and Matvej.” “They have never fucked man ass before and your Ass Aras will bring them over to our side.. they almost destroyed a local whore recently though, do you think you help us in our plan.” “Yes “Aras said. Also your friend in the restaurant ” “Oh Homer he is into girls only”. “Well call him over, we pay well and maybe some fun will be had.”

“Ok” he called Homer explain what the score was and that they said they pay good money that you can send home to your family”. “How much” he asked as Aras knew that he loved money more that anything and he asked Anatoly how much and when he said the figure Homer said “I come now”. Ten minutes later he arrived as did Lazar and Matvej who were sussing the situation said “OK we try man pussy and if we like we can negotiate our deal”.

They went in the room with Aras and almost destroyed his two holes giving him a rougher harder fuck than the earlier two guys, almost choking him in the process. However having had the earlier hard fucks, he just relaxed smiled and shouted Give Me More Cocks and they obliged. They soon realised that this guy was special and said to each other “he is good, lets have fun and slow down the pace and see if we can ‘Double Fuck’ him “and made Aras sit on Lazar Fat dick thrusting in and out of him and then Matvej got on top and slide his dick into Aras’s Cunt which stretched and accommodated both hard dicks easily which continually thrust into him. Lazar and Matvej were in heaven as they loved the sensations of their cocks rubbing together which much to their pleasure and Aras was in sexual bliss. floating high above the bed. 

The bedroom door was open and the other 3 looked in shock at the sight of Aras being doubled fucked. He was moaning and groaning and in sexual pleasure and Homer could not get over this sight and sneakily videoed this which he would watch with Aran later on. He himself was being molested by Anatoly and Viktor who had made him have shower, showed him how to clean his ass out by douche himself out and thought “lets start gently getting him to suck on their cocks which he will be able to get half of them in his mouth”. Homer tried but gagged and almost threw up. They touch him all over and he had a 6 inch hard on with thick black public hairs and they went down on him. Both of them ate him out sticking their man tongues in his ass and sucking him off, making him quiver and he could not believe this as happening to him and almost came from the sensations.

Seeing Aras getting doubled fucked nearly sent him the edge and he found himself thinking what it would felt like being fucked. Viktor’s finger were suddenly deep in his Ass and Anatoly was sucking him off which brought him over the edge and he came in Anatoly’s mouth, who took every drop and pulled Viktor towards him for a Cum Kiss which shocked Homer. Thai both went back to eating his Ass out and fingered him and prepped him for his first fuck, as like it or not he was going to lose his Ass Virginity tonight. They would not stop as Lazar and Matvej was determined to access to his Ass Pussy but would go easy for him.

They did the same as with Aras and this time Viktor had the honour of taking Homer’s Ass Virginity. Homer struggled but Aras shouted and instructed him to “push your ass hole out and breathe deeply, this will hurt but you will love the pleasure this brings you just wait try to relax”. He did as instructed, as it hurt like hell due to the size of their large cocks but this advice help him. Viktor took in slow and Homer’s Ass took over half of his cock length. 

After 10 minutes Anatoly who was lying beside him said sit on my cock and pulled him on to his lap and place the head of cock at the mouth entrance of Homer’s Asshole and pushed it up as he sat down and seven inches penetrated his hole. As Homer did lots of squats at the gym ,he feel in control and groaned with the effort but was more relaxed. Viktor looked at him and said I” want to fuck him and pull him off Anatoly and pushed him on his back and fucked this hot little fucker like the Hungry Bottom that I know he will become, but he thought Slowly Slowly and wanked himself off.

He said let me fuck him from behind and did so and as Homers Ass was so tight it was squeezing his dick and he came blasting him load in his ass. Before Homer could react Anatoly took his place and also shot a load in his ass cunt. Homer thought the sensation of a man cumming inside him which was strange but felt ok.

Mean while Aras was being fucked by Lazar and Matvej on his back and was mewing like a cat that had got the cream and both men power fucked him, so that he had several anal orgasms screaming in delight and they came 5 minutes after each other and were drenched in sweat. They both rolled over and said fuck boy you can take a hard fuck and they were exhausted. 

They walked into the sitting room all 6 of them were naked and smiling. “OK you have a deal as this guy is the best, we want to see him again and his friend” pointing at Homer who looked dazed at the size of their huge fat pricks which was dripping with cum and his eyes were like saucers.” “Come here and suck us clean and he shook his head. Aras said come on I have an idea to turn them on so that we can make more money.” At this Homer smiled and watch Aras crawl over to them and he did the same and they both swallowed the hard dripping pricks cleaning them up and then with cum on their lips turned to each other and started cum kissing.

The Russian guys were turned on and started wanking and said “Sluts open you mouth and they all came over their faces and mouths. After a while they all decided to have a mass shower and Lazar and Matvej then left. Vitkor said to Anatoly “lets pay them so that they will come back as I had good time didn’t you.” “Yes I will not forget this and he laughed. and they kissed each other. They paid Aras a large sum of money which almost years salary and he looked shocked and tears were in his eyes. “Don’t cry ,you are good boy ok.” Homer got half and they said “we want to fucked you again deep in your tight ass and we will give you more next money next time if you entertain us and our associates yes.”

“Ok” they both said and went to leave. “Hang on they heard” and both Russians started kissing them passionately at the door and said “come and stay with us we need to fuck you again “they were molesting both Homers and Aras’s Ass Holes, who both look at other shrugged and said “yes why not” and walked back into the bedroom to get fucked all over again.

The next evening in the restaurant they were introduce to the owners cousin who just started and took one look at his Bubble Butt which was just about able to being contained staining against the tight back trousers that they wore and said to each other, “lets invite him next time as these Hung Russians love tight Virgin Asses” and smiled and laughed.

To be Continued

Two weeks ago I flew to Las Vegas, Nevada for a week’s vacation excited about meeting and bedding one of those hot casino worker studs that know the ropes of how to party the Las Vegas style and could rivet up my libido for rounds of massive orgasms. I was thinking of the Las Vegas slogan: “What Happens in Las Vegas, Stays in Las Vegas”. Man I was on a mission to have a week of raunchy titillating carnal lustful man sex.

I spent the first day on a Monday touring the city and seeing a show that evening. On Tuesday I took advantage of a business seminar that was related to my business. As the week went on I decided to participate in a poker game late afternoon on Thursday. If I remember correctly there were six guys including me in the game. As the first hand was dealt, I looked across the table and holy fuck I spotted the most sexy hot guy as one of the players. I became horny as hell with a growing cock. He was my type.

The guy was fairly young and about the size that always turned me on, most likely a bottom, that had dirty blond hair, seductive brown eyes and was very fit. I soon learned that he stood 5-feet and 5-inches, weighed a trim 150-pounds, 39-years-of-age,a casino worker and had as a big hobby daily running.

I had great trouble concentrating on the game. The cute dude could not take his eyes off me or me off him. He used his gorgeous eyes to send me dirty naughty seductive signals, ran his tongue across his soft red lips and gave me such sensuous constant smiles.

I was equally naughty sending him signals of what I needed by using my middle finger to rub it across my cards several times, starred up and down that inviting body and occasionally ran my hand up and down my hard chest while I gave him seductive smiles. My cock was rock hard and throbbing wanting o get inside those pants of the cute guy.

After we had played a couple of games with the guy and me not doing well at the poker game, we threw in the towel. As we got up, the handsome dude came up to me and said: “May I buy you a drink at the hotel bar?”

Horny as hell and totally turned on to this hot guy, I replied: ‘Man, yes and hi my name is Eric and you’re?”

“Hi Eric, my name is Steve Webb, a casino worker here (he had on an employees casino shirt) and may I say you really turn me on. Man, you’re hot.”

As we approached the bar, it was obvious hot horny we both were as a growing tent showed in both our pants. Carnal lust for each other had set in. We took seats on stools at the bar and ordered drinks. Soon our hips were touching  and our outer thighs made contact. I felt chills run up and down my body. Man I wanted to fuck this dude. I had to have this guy so I said: “Hey Steve, how about coming up to my room for a night cap?”

Steve was off that stool in a second, grabbed my hand and said: “Show me the way you hot stud.”

WOW, it was obvious he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. On the way up to my room, we held hands and were so aroused as we both knew what was about to happen. Steve smelt so good. It was obvious he had recently showered and had on his favorite cologne that had me ever more lustful for him.

We had barely got into my room and closed the door when this mischief horny dude began a seductive strip tease dance as he started removing his casino shirt and down went his pants to his ankles. HOLY FUCKER, there he stood dressed like a hot lady in expensive lingerie: a pair of black pantyhose up to his upper thighs, wearing a pair of silk pink see-through panties and bright red painted toenails. OMG, his small handsome very fit body shined and that rock hard cock could clearly be seen inside those pink panties. I’d never been with a guy dressed in lingerie before but somehow I was so turned on to that site. Man, was he sexy and wanting me as my bitch. My cock jumped at that site of this cute guy dressed like a lady. Wihin seconds, I ripped off all my clothes and stood there butt naked with a stone hard dick. There was something sensuous about him in those panties and yet I was OK because he had a cock and a bubble tight as for my cock.

As I picked him up in my muscled arms and put him on the bed on his back, he gave me the most naughty seductive grin and said: “Hey Eric, man I love that body of yours, wow look at that big 7-inch cock of yours, Eric my cock is only 6-inches but I have lots of stored up cum for you to eat. I’m a total bottom; yea I know I’m a damn bitch that loves a man’s hot cock up my pussy. Eat my ass and then fuck my pussy, please.”

I did not understand what had happened to me but I was wild to fuck this incredible sexy hot guy in those pantyhose and real sexy pink panties. I was stone hard, shivering from the excitement and filled with the most animal beast-like lust ever to eat out his ass and fuck that man pussy without removing those panties.

I spread his small sexy legs that were hard from his daily running sessions, I got between those legs, pulled those panties to one side and plunged my mouth, quivering lips and hot tongue into that very clean hairless pink puckering ass. I was determined to rim that juicy ass and fuck that pussy without removing his panties that he loved.

I licked, sucked and tongued that juicy puckering sweet smelling clean ass as his ass muscles clamped down hard on my plunging tongue. His ass smelt like some exotic perfume or favorite ice cream. I went wild rimming that tight ass while I felt his panties had trapped his rock hard 6-inch cock inside and soon that trapped cock and outer panties hit my jaw. WOW that felt good. I began to wildly eat his ass as my spit soaked that ass and the sound of sloppy rimming set Steve on fire. Steve became delirious wiht the feel of my tongue boring into his ass that caused his ass to produce a big flow of juices running out of that pussy and covered my face as if I were about to drown. Then Steve thrust his ass upward into my face and mouth making it hard for me to breath. WOW, what a great rim job for us both.

WOW soon I felt Steve take his thighs and legs to surround my head. I felt all that heat from his crotch making me very warm. It became hard to rim his ass with his thighs and legs putting me in a tight vise. This obviously was not Steve’s first rodeo. WOW this was different but I managed to keep eating that pussy for some ten minute before I was ready for a different action.

As I managed to escape from that grip, I said: “OH FUCK MAN, this is the best ass meal I’ve ever had. You know how to use that sweet ass  while being rimmed .”

“Fuck yea Eric,I know how to participate when a guy is eating me out. You gave me the best rim job I’ve had. Now please fuck your new bitch.”

 That was all the invitation I needed. Ingot a bottle of lube out of my carry on backpack and lubed my hard cock and his already very wet ass.

I had Steve get on his stomach still wearing those black pantyhose and pink panties and spread his legs giving me a straight line to his ass. I pulled those panties once again off  to the side giving me a direct line to his pussy. I began to slowly drive my hard tool inch by inch into that beautiful puckering ass. Soon I was balls deep in that man pussy. I sped up until I was fucking the hell out of that experienced ass. My vein covered blood filled   cock shaft was bouncing off the soft tissue laden ass walls  and my cock head was pushing hard against his G-spot that prostate. Then Steve used his ass muscles to squeeze my cock making me ready to erupt. The feel of having my cock massaged with those ass muscles while inside that soft wet pussy drove me up the wall. I could also feel those silk panties rubbing up against my cum filled hot balls. I violently used my entire body to rip that ass apart.

Steve began to beg: “OH FUCK YEA ERIC, fuck your bitch. Come inside me.”

That was it. I felt my cum gather in my balls and rush up my cock shaft with blast after blast filling that sexy ass. I experienced a volcanic load fill my new bitch’s ass.

When I was spent, I pulled out my cum covered cock and wiped it clean on Steve’s panties. Then I turned Steve over on his back, wow the fucking dude had shot his wad in his panties while on his stomach. I was so turned on seeing those panties soaked in all that cum that I ripped and tore those panties off that cute ass and pushed them into Steve’s face. He went wild licking that cum off those ripped panties.

Steve spent the night in bed with me in my hotel room. After he went to work the next morning, I went to a lady’s store and purchased some very sexy and expensive lingerie for this gorgeous bitch. I would surprise him the next evening with my gift. Man had he ever been a great fuck. I was so glad I had chosen Las Vegas for my vacation. MMMM WHAT GREAT SEX !!!

I was laying there duct taped to my bed naked for what felt like hours before falling asleep again. When I woke up, I could see the sky just beginning to change colors indicating morning. However, I could still see very little in my room. I heard a noise coming from the doorway and tried to turn my head to see who was there, but since I was taped down I had little mobility. I heard whoever it was getting closer to me. I asked if he was my brother but got no answer.

Now panicking, I started flailing around which didn’t do much but shake the bed. A few seconds later, I felt a masculine hand touch my back. Slowly he ran his hand down my back. When he got to my butt he slid his finger down my crack and over my hole, which was still wet from last nights attacker. Fed up I said, “Get the fuck out of here, asshole!” He flinched a little but kept messing with my wet hole.

After rubbing it up and down a few times, he slid his finger in making me gasp a little. He slid it in all the way to the knuckle, forcing his other knuckles into my asscheecks. With his finger now all the way inside me he started to wiggle it around. It was an odd feeling. One that made me start squirming, however I wasn’t fighting anymore. After a few minutes of this he pulled his finger out. He then got on the bed and the next thing I felt was his face pressed against my ass and his tongue licking my crack, searching for my hole.

When he found it, the feeling of pleasure shocked me. Apparently after being fucked so hard the night before, my sore hole needed this. I just let it happen. (As if I had a choice.) The way he explored my hole felt so good that I started pushing my ass against his face. He took notice in my enthusiasm and went harder and deeper. I was so turned on and I started getting hard. With my legs being taped down though there was nothing I could do. He realized this too I guess, because he got off the bed and when he got back he cut the tape that was holding my legs down. He left the top have of my body taped down though. 

The relief of pressure being taken off my legs made my dick even harder. I soon got soft after he pulled the tape off my hairy legs. With the tape removed, he raised my ass up in the air and started eating me out again. My dick slowly but surely got harder and harder. When it was fully erect he grabbed it and started jerking me off. The pleasure I felt was so new and intense that I didn’t last long. I started fucking his hand and when I told him I was close he flipped over, got under me, and took my dick in his mouth. His mouth was so hot I knew I wouldn’t last long. He started licking and sucking my cock. His tongue exploring every inch of it. I pushed my dick all the way inside his mouth. He started licking the base and all over my balls. I fucked his mouth wildly. Bucking my hips and slamming my dick down his throat. Finally, I exploded and my load shot down his throat, making him cough and choke. He swallowed it all though.

I was exhausted from fucking his face and just let the lower half of my body relax, forcing him to keep my drained cock in his mouth. After a couple of seconds I got up and he got out from under me. I laid back down and tried to rest. That was cut short though because I heard him unbutton and unzip his pants and he started in on my ass again. Only this time it was his cock exploring my ass, not his tongue. I was hesitant about it, but what could I do? Unlike the guy from last night, this guy didn’t just start pounding me. After lubing both my ass and his dick, he eased it in until I could feel his body against mine. I could tell he kept his clothes on because I could feel his jeans rubbing against my asscheecks.

Slowly he started fucking me, pulling all the way out then going all the way back in. It felt really good. My only gay experience was from the night before, but I couldn’t help but love the feeling of fullness that having this guys dick inside my ass gave me. He started getting faster and harder. Eventually just letting his whole body slam against me. It felt so good I started uncontrollably moaning. After he fucked me for a while, he said, “Fuck!”, under his breath. Instantly I recognized the voice. It was my brother. He slammed his body against mine one last time shoving his cock as far as he could. I felt his hot load shoot deep into me, coating my insides. Exhausted, he dropped his body onto mine, draped across my taped back with his dick still inside me.

I didn’t start this but as soon as I heard my brothers voice a hot wash of shame shot across my body, making me shake with a sense of knowing how wrong this is. I felt sick, partly because of the taboo of this, but mostly because of how much I enjoyed it. I didn’t say anything, because I didn’t want him to know that I knew it was him.

Eventually, he got off of me. When he pulled his dick out of me, he was still a little hard. I started to feel him warm cum seep out of my used hole and run down my balls. The thought of my brothers cum inside of me made me sick, yet also made my dick twitch with excitement. I heard my brother leave the room. He was gone for only a few minutes. When he came back, I felt a hot wash rag wiping my ass, cleaning up most of his cum. When he was done he left the room again and a few seconds later I heard the front door open and close.

I laid there in shock for about 30 minutes, until I heard the front door open and close again. A few seconds later my brother came into the room and said, “What the hell happened to you, bro?” (I guess he was trying to pretend he wasn’t just there fucking his own older brother. So I did the same.) I said, “I was taped to the bed and was fucked twice. But I face fucked the second one, so I guess it wasn’t all bad. Now come cut this fucking tape!” He cut me free and I got clothes and went to the bathroom to change.

I looked at my body in the bathroom mirror and saw that I was covered in red marks from the tape. I didn’t know how I was going to face my brother again. I kept thinking about how he swallowed my load and then fucked my ass. As sick as this is, thought of my little brother dominating me, turning me into his bitch, turned me on so much that I had a hard on as I got dressed. When I was fully dressed, my shorts were basically a tent held up by my cock. I couldn’t go out to my brother like that so I pulled my shorts down just past my balls and started jerking off over the sink. I stroked it for a couple  minutes, thinking about my brothers cock in my ass and his cum leaking out of my hole. I remembered how hard he slammed into me and as I did I shot a huge load all over the sink and mirror. I cleaned up the mess I made and left the bathroom.

All was at peace until, the kingdom of Turionia having been obliterated for all time by the heavy hand of the Duke of Gano, Guy and his forces, including Guido—and my channel still twitches at the thought of him—Guido returned to court in Lefkosea.

In Guy, Blanche, to her credit, saw a much more formidable and evil opponent than she had seen in Rene. The gazes he cast upon the king, and the way he worked his way in between the thrones of the king and the queen in his counseling of the king, worried Blanche far more than anything else she had encountered in this strange island kingdom on the edge of the civilized world, where the warriors looked wilder and more bloodthirsty than any she had known on the continent and where their weapons were vicious and their manners unrefined. Blanche was to come to appreciate the wild-man weapons and rough manners of the local noblemen, of course.

She both did not like the look of domination and possessiveness that the overpowering and darkly handsome warrior duke cast on Claude, and, at the same time, she melted to it when turned her way. I watched Guy, seeing that he was assessing both the king and queen as avenues to influence and power. Such was his vanity—and his ability—that he almost managed both.

His chest was massive, his stride strong and self-assured, the pouch between his thighs bulging—and he had his breeches tailored to have the codpiece in contrasting color to emphasize that he was a horse and to be closefitting enough for the whole line of his pride to be followed by the eye.

Blanche was a queen, but she also was a woman and a hot blooded one at that. And try as he might and as beautiful as he was, the king’s cocking was not fully satisfactory to her. She had taken a lover, one of the musicians in the king’s small orchestra. He was a young man with a long and expressive tongue. She dare not go any further, and he did satisfy her for short periods with that talented tongue of his, but it had now been many months since a long, thick cock had worked inside her.

The Duke of Gano had the effect on her of both frightening her and arousing her. I watched her eyes go to that codpiece and saw it move and its contents thicken, as if on command, and I knew even then that the Duke of Gano would be riding the queen—if he wanted to. His demeanor when the king wasn’t in evidence showed that he did want to and knew that he could if he wished.

At the same time, while understanding fully that the duke was a sensual, full-blooded man, Blanche also saw the interest he took in the king in matters that were much more than comradeship and fealty. What was this effect in her husband, she wondered, that set the juices of other men so? He, of course, had a beautiful body and was a king. But she had had better-endowed men of greater command in the bed. Could the reserve she felt in him when they were fucking have its roots in the attraction other men had for him? And did he know it? And did he feel the same way? She rather thought not, on both counts. At least for now. She thought perhaps that it was narcissism—that he was so beautiful and of such standing that he only had eyes for himself.

The king looked at Guy with full openness, though, and Guy’s grasping and calculating nature was equally honestly displayed. Blanche thought of someone like Guy with the throne’s power, and she shivered at the vision. She decided she must see to it that it didn’t come to that.

But why, she wondered, was it her lot that Claude was king and not Guy? Guy had a stable of sons—even several by the women he had married and buried. The rumor had gone through the court that Guy had a cock that wore women out and split them asunder. His manner of dress at court bore this out. To most of her maidens this was the stuff of fear and of trying to avoid his interest. But for Blanche, it set her heart thumping and gave her hot flashes.

What if, before Blanche could conceive and bear a son for Claude, that burning fire of sensuality that was the Duke of Gano achieved the attention of Claude. She was able to discern that Guy had the ambition and the desire and the appetite to gain complete sexual control over Claude if Claude permitted it. He certainly was showing the capacity to become more and more indispensable to Claude in matters of the kingdom.

She knew what Guido was to Guy too. Her spies were effective. She knew that, just as Guy had power to control with the cock, he could also be controlled with a youth’s ass. And she knew of the instantaneous animosity that had sprung up between Kobus and Guido the day Guy and his entourage arrived at court. What if . . . what if the channel Guy plumbed at night was one devoted to the queen rather than to Guy?

She decided to divide and conquer—and to keep the king’s men revolving around Claude in flux and uncertainty for as long as it took to produce an heir. Then she knew her power position would be solidified.

She decided to use Kobus once more.

And Kobus, having reasoned out the nature of Guido’s control over me, decided to use me.

Thus it was that I, a silent, unseen fixture in the presence of the nobles at the Kibrit court, became instrumental yet again in their intrigues. I must admit, though, that it was neither the last nor the most significant moment that I passed over the stage of momentous events in the world of kings, queens, and dukes and found the spotlight, if only fleetingly, cast on me—or perhaps on the empty boards three paces from where I recently had been standing.

Kobus did not act directly. Through others he put out that I had a secret or two that Guy would like to know in his grasp for more and more power. And Kobus saw to it that this rumor reached the ears of Guido—and not just once nor from one source but from enough directions and frequency that it piqued Guido’s interest. He had fucked useful secrets out of me before.

At the same time, the court being what it was, the rumors were running that the queen and Kobus were scheming something that affected Guy’s standing.

Not those rumors alone either. The court in the dullness of peacetime was a snake pit of intrigue and gossip. Also, the tongue of the queen’s musician became loosened with wine and with the bursting of pride of his special service to the queen, and this information too reached the ear of the duke.

Guy saw in that an opportunity. The beauty of the queen was not lost on Guy. His sexual drive knew no bounds and, although he had a special, deep longing for Claude, he was quite capable of enjoying a moist cunt as well—not to mention control of the influence the queen held.

In the weeks he’d been at court, he increasingly wondered about Blanche’s cunt. Better networked abroad than even King Claude, he had heard rumors of Blanche’s history with men and of her passion for big cocks. He had assumed she was no virgin when she came to Claude—but then all courtiers of intelligence in Lefkosea had assumed that as well. Except for trusting Claude, of course.

I was there on that afternoon as well—on the afternoon when, as Queen Blanche was walking the back passages of the castle from the women’s wing to the queen’s private garden—just me in attendance—Guy had materialized from the shadows—as I almost simultaneously shrank into them—and he took Blanche’s arms roughly in his hands.

“What signifies this outrage, sir?” Blanche declared in a brave, yet tremulous voice. The mere presence of him so close to her set her breasts aching. “Unhand me and let me be on my way.”

“You are not with child as yet, are you, your highness?” There was almost a sneer apparent in his voice.

“What is it to you?”

“After all these months, Claude’s seed has not taken, has it? You are a smart woman. Have you not thought of what needs to be done about that?”

“You are too forward, Lord Guy.”

“I also by-blow sons on alternate Fridays, my lady. Have you not thought of that? Have you not heard about and seen for yourself, the bow-legged stumbling of maidens and lads alike from my chambers with sloppy grins on their faces?”

She had. And there was nothing she could think to say about that. She was trembling almost uncontrollably. And Guy assumed—rightly—that very little of it was from fright.

“I have heard of your musician with the talented tongue, your highness. Did you think he would keep that tongue only for your entertainment? His tongue has been wagging about his privileged position at your girdle. The king may not have heard of it—and I can see that he doesn’t. Although it will mean a permanent silencing of that tongue.”

Blanche shuddered, knowing exactly what he was saying.

“But you would not miss such a tongue if it were replaced with a cock, would you? And not just any cock, but a cock such as I have. Surely you’ve heard of my cock, Blanche.”

Blanche began to moan and to collapse in on herself. At this moment she was no longer a queen; she was a woman. Guy wrapped an arm around her waist, bringing her close into his body. He unlaced his codpiece, let the flap fall, and forced one of her hands below his waist. She gasped and moaned again, but she did not remove the hand when he lifted his hand free to cup her chin.

“And I know you have some other scheme afoot. I know not what it is, but I could reform it as the rumor revolves to sound like a plot against the king.”

“You wouldn’t,” she cried out, the negative echoing down the canyon of the stone-walled corridor.

“And I have eyes and ears in courts as far away as Holland too. I know you like a fat cock. And now you have the measure of mine for your own. I know of your interest in horse-hung men and yet the king does not. Give a thought to how trustworthy I can be with your secrets—and how well I can fill that jewel purse of yours. Let us make a prince or three for the king, you and I, Blanche. There can be great pleasure in the serving of our king—for the both of us. Then all rumors in the kingdom will be stifled.”

Blanche groaned, but she was still cupping his hard cock in her hand when he pushed her skirts up and roughly tore her undergarments away—and laughed when he felt her wet for him.

He laughed a hearty laugh again when it was Blanche’s hands that guided his cock to plunging position. And when he swiftly filled and stretched her, riding her against the clammy stone wall, she encircled his hips with her legs and cried out in her passion of at long last—and perhaps as never before—being dominated and pumped by a cock far thicker and capable of reaching far deeper than Claude’s did. When I saw his fat buttocks cheeks tighten and his body shudder and his head rear back with a roar to the ceiling, I also saw her tightly clasp her ankles behind his waist and beg him not to withdraw but, rather, to rest a bit and to do it again. I knew she was his, and my own heart shuddered at the thought.

A cock that could conceive a king. A man worthy of producing a king.

All of this I, a mere unseen, unremarked servant, observed and tucked away in my mind for further consideration.

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I am much grieved of my own part in what transpired between Kobus and Guido—and the misery and loss it marked for Rene and me. But I did what I could when I could to set that aright.

The queen’s new plan was to use Kobus to neutralize Guy and to give her inside information on Guy’s thoughts and schemes, and, in this, it became obvious that Guido needed to be removed.

The irony is that this was all set in motion and continued in motion as of itself before the queen took Guy as a lover and because the queen failed to inform Kobus of a change in circumstances.

Guy continued to meet the queen secretly and to fuck her silly, supposedly in their shared desire to produce a male heir for the king, but really, on Guy’s part, to neutralize the power and scheming of the queen and on the queen’s part because Guy had the thickest, strongest, longest, and most resilient cock she’d ever had inside her. And because he was a cruel lover. I never understood why women—or men, for that matter—often prefer a rough and cruel lover, but I can’t deny that they do.

Come to think of it, I cannot deny that often I did as well.

That the queen never did produce a son in the natural sense or any daughters either, for that matter, probably spoke more of the capabilities of her womb than of the king’s seed—although I never have heard of talk of a by-blow from Claude and don’t expect ever to hear of one—than of the efforts of Guy. As it was, Guy, in his overweaning vanity, probably would have assumed the son she did produce, like a rabbit out of hat, was his—if Guy had been alive when she produced that son.

Alas, I was the instrument of Guido’s undoing, although that was the last momentous event—but one, which I shudder to think about—that happened outside my control. I may burn for what I write from henceforth of events if anyone sees this before I naturally die. But it is a story that needs to be told—if only to myself, so that I may fully appreciate what I have to account for in life. Besides, as feverish as I feel at this moment, what I write has my cock hard and standing straight and, from time to time, weeping quite pleasantly indeed. I regret that I did not write this all down sooner.

I did not knowingly or willingly undo Guido. To some extent he did it himself. The rumors that I knew things that would be very useful to his master, Guy, reached his ears and were repeated often enough for him to accept them as fact. And then he started to seek me out. I really had no idea that I was supposed to know anything—and I hardly thought it would help his master if what I told Guido was that his master was fucking my mistress, which he probably knew anyway, because, even if Guy wasn’t sharing the information with Guido, Blanche was good enough at sucking the cum out of a man that Guido’s channel was not being exercised as much now as it had been in the past by Guy’s cock.

He thought I was teasing about not telling him the secrets. He tried bluster, but when that didn’t work, he decided to try sex. He knew that that had worked in the past. The fucking worked wonders on me, but I still had nothing to tell him—and I was completely confused concerning why he was continuing to ask. The encounters had been furtive, brief couplings in nearly public areas, though. Guido reasoned that bedding me for a full night might be enough to loosen my tongue. I was delighted at the invitation, and his suggestion of using my small chamber in the queen’s rooms was quite fine with me. So, the burden of the location chosen is on him, not on me. It was fully my mistake, however, of mentioning it to Kobus, seeking his help in keeping a private time for Guido and me.

This was the opportunity Kobus had been waiting for.

I was on my back on my cot, in the near-total darkness Guido had demanded, my legs open to Guido, who, after a first coupling with me bent over the cot, and, he behind me, had, gloriously, taken us both down together in an entangled, heavy-breathing unity on the cot and slept briefly there as I regained my breath and he regained his stamina. He whispered his questions in my ear, and I tried my best to think of what I might tell him that he wanted to hear. Taking my reaction as coyness, he sighed a deep sigh of resignation and turned me on my back and presented himself between my raised and spread legs. I was in heaven. He was mining me deeper and for longer than I’d ever had before, when he gave a little cry and collapsed on me and I felt the handle of the knife buried between his ribs and the wetness of his blood.

Kobus was standing over the cot, a gleam of victory in his eyes, completely unfeeling of the shock and extreme despair I felt. Guido had been right. I was attractive to almost no man. He was a god among men. But even knowing he fucked me to control me, I loved him because he fucked me. And that was all the world to me.

“I have men outside. They will take care of the body,” Kobus was whispering. I only half heard him, still deep in trauma myself. The body was still lying on top of me. His cock was still hard inside me. I whimpered at the feel of it shriveling up inside me, knowing I would never feel its hardness again.

“You clean the room. Leave not a trace of him or his blood. The body will completely disappear. No one will know what happened.”

As Guido’s lifeless body was being taken off me, I felt his cock leaving me. For the last time. I waited until I was alone. And then I curled into a ball on the cot and cried like a baby. Later in the night, when I had done everything that Kobus instructed me to do, I sat on the floor of my chamber—in a corner as far away from the cot as I could—and as I rocked my enfolded body back and forth and my tears continued to flow, I began to scheme on my own.

I may have been invisible—almost a nonperson—to these noblemen with their intrigue and treacheries, but I was not powerless. And I determined then to make my own mark on the court of the island kingdom of Kibrit.

Within a week, Guy, showing only slight pique at Guido’s disappearance and rather more frustration at the absence of his channel, had learned of Kobus’s massage skills, experienced Kobus’s talents at massaging his cock, and had taken Kobus into his bed.

Kobus assumed that, like he had done with Rene, his service to the queen was to keep Guy from coupling with the king and to be her eyes and ears in Guy’s bedchamber. What he didn’t know—and never learned, because he himself was not long for this world—was that the queen was preoccupied with Guy’s cock and mastered by his control now herself and no longer greatly cared who did or did not couple with the king.

Rene despaired the loss of Kobus in his bed, and in that loss, now, once again turned his eyes on the king. The difference now was that Rene knew the glories of churning in a man’s channel. He knew far more now both about his affection for the king and about what that entailed than he had at the fall of St. Jerome.

And what I knew was that the king probably wanted what Rene had to give, even though he did not realize it—and that Rene deserved to have his chance with the king.

I also knew that both Guy and Kobus had to go. I was too genetically loyal to the queen to give any similar thought to her.

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I took my time getting out of bed this morning, I’ve taken a day off to have the El Camino checked out for the 50,000 mile check and mechanical service at my local dealership plus  there is a list of household chores to complete and some overdue maintenance around the house.  I searched through the book shelf in my bedroom and found an old favorite, a Dick Francis novel  that I remember as a good read a few years ago.  I stuffed the book into my backpack along with a couple of bottles of water and hung the back pack  on the door knob of the garage so I wouldn’t forget it.

After checking my car in I went up the few steps to the waiting area where all the seats were full.  I took a chair at an empty desk by the vending machines and settled in.  Once I took the time to look around I saw him!  He’s young, maybe nearing 25 but probably less.  He was a striking figure in his tight, light blue shorts and white pull over with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, showing his tanned, hairy arms and legs, a slim waist and once he stood up I saw that he’s not quite six feet tall.  He does have a cute and perky, little round butt that had me hyperventilating.  Short dark brown hair and an face that would make the angels weep, finished off this walking dream of a young man

 At twenty eight I figure I’m just the right age for him, ‘I’m not a Daddy figure’ yet.  I work out four to five times a week and with carefully balanced nutrition my body is as good as it was six or seven years ago, possibly even better since I now work on my diet and nutrition as much as I do keeping my body toned and fit.

It only took a few minutes  to see that I had the young man’s attention, I saw him looking over the paper he was reading several times. Hmm…maybe he does need a ‘daddy’ figure after all.    

 watched as he stood and walked toward the men’s room, he turned his head to look at me as he passed by.  Realizing that he was showing an interest I shamelessly gave him a wink and stared back at him,

Back at the waiting room, he sat at one of the ‘bistro’ style tables, higher than ordinary seating. I found myself wishing that his baby blue shorts were just a skosh bigger so that I could see farther up the leg of his shorts into the darkness nearest the prize.

Each time I would catch him looking my way he would blush a bit and lower his eyes.  Being the extrovert that I am, I made sure he blushed a great deal.  At one point he got a phone call and stepped outside the door to the service department, I watched as he readjusted his package before returning to his seat in the waiting area.  

When he looked my way again I made a point to readjust my own package as my thickening cock was making me uncomfortable as well.  I was disappointed when I went to the men’s room and he didn’t follow.  

The next time I caught him looking my way I smiled and nodded.  He blushed even more at the recognition, but he did smile for me.  I stood intending go to his seat and introduce myself but his Service Adviser arrived just before I did to tell him that his car was ready.

Dejected, I sat back down and picked up my book.  Several minutes later I was called to pick up my car, too late though to find the handsome young man still there.   When my list of chores and projects was completed I lay across my bed and conjured up the image of the handsome young man from the auto dealership and managed to get a terrific nut just remembering his angelic face, athletic body and those beautiful hairy legs.

It was nearly midnight when I decided that I would go out to my favorite bar and hope for the best that night. I picked out the tightest jeans I could get into and a white wife beater tee shirt.   I saw lots of old friends as I searched the crowd hoping to find someone to share my bed for the night.  I had finished my drink and was about to leave when I heard a raspy, sexy voice at my ear.

“Did everything with your car work out okay this morning?”

Turning toward the face I was sure was from this morning I said.

“No, I was very disappointed when the service adviser swept you away. Finding you here tonight does make up for it though.  I’m Ben, Ben Baker.  I’ve thought about you this entire day. You are quite perfect, you know.”

“I’m very glad to meet you Ben, I’m Seth Collins.  I must admit that I’ve thought about you most of the day as well.”

“Would you care for another drink Seth?  We can go up to the quieter outside deck where we can have a conversation.”

“Yes, of course, lead the way, but one drink and some small talk Ben, then I want you to come home with me.  You are perfect yourself in my estimation Ben Preston.  I’m ready to leave when you are.”

I kept checking the rear view mirror as we drove to my home.  I was afraid that he would change his mind and not go through with his earlier interest.  I let out a big big of relief when he pulled up beside me and turned off his car.

Once we were inside the door, Seth pushed me against the door and ran his tongue down my throat.  We were both a bit frantic, each knowing that the other was a definite prize.

Without breaking the kiss Seth moved them toward his bedroom as they each tore at the others clothes, each desperate to get their naked flesh pressed together.  After thirty minuets or more of raw sexual action they managed to calm down a bit and settled into cuddling and spooned together.

Ben’s bigger, beefy body kept Seth on edge.  He was the personification of Seth’s dreams of an ideal lover and partner.  When Ben moved his body down Seth’s smaller frame he began kissing and licking every available inch of him.  Seeing the stream of pre-cum oozing from Seth’s cock, Ben dived down to swallow a bit more than half of Ben’s nearly eight inch cock.  Ben tugged and pulled at Seth’s scrotum, making him groan and beg for  more.

Taking advantage of Seth’s smaller size, Ben flipped Seth onto his stomach, spread his little, round butt cheeks and dived face first into Seth’s wrinkled opening, three stabs of Ben’s tongue had Seth going all over the bed.  

“Ooh my god, Ben!  Your cock, please, fuck me Ben, make me know there’s a man riding my butt…fuck me hard!”  I want you in me, I need you there.  PLEASE!

Put your big fat cock where it belongs Ben…ride me…fuck me…Oh god you’re so good!

Seth quickly assumed the position, chest on the bed, butt in the air. After squirting a generous amount of lube into Seth’s hairy little butt Ben mounted Seth and gently eased his over sized cock past Seth’s sphincter.  Two strokes later, Ben was ball’s deep into Seth’s bowels.

After a bit more than 45 minutes of Ben fucking Seth’s hungry butt, Ben rolled of to one side and pulled Seth to him as Ben spooned to Seth’s backside.  Seth raised a leg and Ben placed his cock between Seth’s legs.

Ben woke a couple of hours later with Seth nursing on his cock.  Once Seth knew Ben was awake he took as much of Ben’s cock as he could get down his throat.

Ben stopped just before he was about to climax.  Come Seth, I want you inside me, let me ride your pretty cock.

 Ben’s hips were only a blur as he rode Seth ‘s cock hard and fast.    At the moment of ejaculation Ben froze in place, his entire body tensed taut, and defining his splendid musculature, taut and rippling as their orgasm took control.  Their orgasms came upon them quickly and Seth’s semen covered both of them.

Ben collapsed atop Seth and the two of then slept for a few hours.

They woke in mid morning and Seth fixed Scrambled eggs, biscuits and Canadian bacon.  After cleaning up the dishes Ben pulled Seth to him and whispered in his ear.

“Damn Seth, you really turn me on. I really like you  can we get together again soon?  Maybe tonight if you’re free.  You were terrific last night.  I would like to see more of you Ben.”

“I think that could be arranged Seth. Last night was something special, We can do it again anytime you  like.”

“I like Ben, I really like!  We’re pretty good together in the bedroom.”

“How about us going on a date, Ben?”   Say, an early movie, dinner afterward,  then back to my place for cuddling and kissing, and making love.”

“Perfect! It’s a date, you pick the movie Ben.”

From the euphoria of their first two meetings to a seeming disappearance, Ben was nowhere to be found.  He didn’t show for their dinner date and a movie and Seth was crushed.  He was certain that he and Ben would be more than a one night stand.

Seth had assumed that like most of the people he has been with that after the initial sexual frenzy had ebbed it was just one of those one time and done things.  Seth was crushed, he truly felt something in Ben that was missing in all the others.

Finally, Seth found out from a mutual friend that Ben had been in a horrific accident totaling his truck and he was in the ICU for five days.

Once he found out that been had been hurt Seth was a complete wreck.  He wasn’t family so he wasn’t allowed to visit Ben in the ICU or get updates on his condition.

It wasn’t until Ben was put into a private room that Seth was finally allowed to see him, but there wasn’t much to see.  Ben’s head was wrapped in gauze and with the sheets pulled up, only Ben’s eyes and lips showed.

Seth visited every night and stayed with him until the nurses sent him away.  When his doctors told him that he would require rehab on his left leg, Seth volunteered to come by each day after work to help Ben get to his therapy sessions and helped in preparing his meals.

Once Ben was settled into his apartment, he asked Seth to help him find a male nurse to stay with him during the day when Seth was at work.

“You’re sure about this Ben?  A nurse will be able to help much more than I can.”

“Yes I’m sure Seth, but I want you here too if you are willing.  We’ve only had that one night together but it was so much more than I could have hoped for.  Once my body has healed I’ll be all over you again. You’re my kind of guy Seth.  

“We’ll get through this together Ben.”

“ I want you to be here as much as you can tolerate Seth.”

“I figure that it’s been a few weeks since the accident Ben and you’re probably ready to bust a huge nut.  How about you lying there while I relive some of the sexual tension that has built up in your beautiful, perfect body.

Nothing too strenuous, just an old fashioned blow job should do the trick. Jeez Ben, you’re bound to be wound up tighter  than a two dollar watch.  Let me love on you a while and relieve some of that sexual tension you’ve built up while recuperating.”

I pulled the sheet down to his knees and put pillows along his legs to keep him still.  I started with his corona and made my way down his fantastic, bitchin’ body.  Hurt and broken as he was, he’s till the sexiest man I’ve seen in a very lone time.

Looking up into Ben’s eyes Seth slowly took Ben’s cock into his mouth, for more than half an hour Seth made love to Ben’s cock and balls.  When Ben finally cried out that he had to cum, Seth rose up on his knees and took Ben’s longer, thicker cock to the root.  Swallowing every drop of semen he could find.  Looking down to Seth’s eyes Ben smiled and whispered.

“Let me kiss my semen from your lips, Ben.  Come to me Seth.”

 Ben’s recovery took more than three months before he was back to work and able to take care of himself.  When Ben got home that first evening from a full day on the job, he sat Seth down and poured out his heart to him.

“Seth you’ve been my rock through the pain and turmoil after the accident. I want you to know that no matter what, I want to be with you, be your friend and hopefully we can continue the courtship we started that first night we were together.  That’s what I want, Seth, for us to pick up where we were before the accident.  I knew I wanted to know your better since the day I first saw you at the car dealership. You’re my kind of guy, now and always.

Three months and six days after Ben’s accident he was healed enough to resume light to medium duty.  Ben announced that he was healed enough to mount Seth and bring them both the exquisite pleasure that only mutual orgasms with the one truly care about can provide.

 Seth was almost moved to tears seeing Ben returned to the man he remembered and desired so very much.

Ben insisted that he take Seth out to a great dinner to partially repay Seth’s tender loving care while Ben rehabilitated his broken body. Ben had dinner reservations at Bones Steak House  The menu featured Prime Rib with all the trimmings.

Back at Ben’s apartment Seth took his time getting Ben up the flight of steps to Ben’s apartment.  As the took the final step, Ben turned to face Seth.

“I hope you know that I’m crazy about you Seth.  These past few months you stepped up and showed me how much you care for me.  As for me, I’ve been hooked since the day we were at the car dealership.  I’m in love with you Seth.  You are exactly what I want and need in my life.”

“It’s the same with me Ben, I need you in my life.  “I love you as well. Now come with me Seth, lets lie in bed and seal the deal.”

“Uh oh, wait a moment Seth…I forgot something.”  Ben left the bed and went to his coat on the sofa in the living room.  He returned with a wicked grin on his handsome face.

I almost fort, close your eyes’ Seth and let me hold your hand.  With eyes closed Seth tentatively held both of his hands.

Seth felt something cold slide over his finger.  Unable to keep his eyes shut he gasped when he saw the plain, heavy gold ban Ben placed on his finger.  I’ll always  love you Seth Collins.

Ben reached back to his pocket and brought out another gold band.  You’ve put a ring on my left hand Ben, now it is my turn to put a ring on your hand.  With his hand shaking Seth slipped the gold band onto Seth’s hand.

With these rings we pledge our lives and our undying love for each other.

Without another word, Seth raised up on tiptoes and kissed Ben long and deeply.  You are mine and I am yours, we are Ben and Seth forever!

The End

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