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Jack Cranford himself picked me up at Denver International Airport in the Hunt’s Ranch Range Rover for the nearly four-hour drive up into the Rockies to the northwest to the ranch. He had said it was no trouble because he had to meet the flight of another couple that would be lodging at the ranch. When we’d exchanged e-mails, he hadn’t asked me why I was coming or how long I was staying. He had no reason to know of my troubles with Amy in New York and my difficulty in getting my current novel written—that I needed to get away from her and the city. There was no question of whether there were accommodations at the ranch, which I’d heard was doing great lodging business. There would always be room for me in the main ranch house. I was Rick Hunt. I owned one-twenty-sixth of the family-owned ranch that still raised cattle but had moved on to taking timber off the surrounding mountains for construction projects in the boom state of Colorado and had become a dude ranch for the well-heeled who wanted to get away from everything, as I did, and wanted to be taken up in the mountains to hunt elk.

I had known going up in the mountains for a different kind of hunt.

Amy had said that it was just my having turned twenty-nine life crisis—that and that we no longer shared a bedroom, let alone a bed, and we certainly didn’t share interests. She was a doctor in a busy hospital and highly social, with her own set of friends the few hours a week she wasn’t on duty. I was a typical novelist—a recluse, a writer, a teacher of creative writing, which I had to be, at NYU, but one who hated vapid cocktail party chit chat—and pretty much anything and anyone else Amy liked.

I had tried to make a go of the marriage, attempted the camouflage, but it wasn’t working. I needed to get away from New York. I needed to finish this novel and get it published. We needed the money—to get a divorce and each be able to get on with our lives. Mine had been a sham.

I longed for what I’d had when I was eighteen.

The other couple Cranford picked up had been two men—both expensively dressed, one middle aged and the other barely legal and cute. The older man had his wallet out during the skycap tipping phase, so I could guess which one of the two had paid for the clothes and would be paying for this vacation in a remote valley of the Rockies. The other one would be lying on his back and opening his legs on demand, I was quite sure.

Cranford motioned me to sit up front with him and they took the seats in the row behind us. They could have been the only ones in the Range Rover for all they cared. They were mesmerized with each other, although the sense I got was that the middle-aged guy was the more smitten of the two. By the time we got onto I-70 in downtown Denver, headed West, up through Golden, then headed northwest to Kremmling and up into the valley between the Rocky Mountain National Park and the Routt National Forest, the couple had settled into dozing off after their plane ride from wherever, had requested that the Sirius radio sound be turned up in the backseat, and Cranford and I found we could talk freely without them hearing us.

Cranford was the head honcho at the ranch. The last time I’d been there, eleven years previously when I put in an obligatory Hunt family summer working on the ranch between high school and college, Cranford had been married to my Aunt Sylvia, who had previously taken responsibility to manage the ranch with my father’s brother, Sylvia’s first husband, Brandon Hunt. Brandon had died, Sylvia had continued running the ranch, and she married the hunkiest of the cowboys then in the bunkhouse, Jack Cranford. He’d been a good fifteen years her junior, had ridden her into the grave, and wound up managing the ranch himself. He wasn’t a Hunt, so he wasn’t related to me, except in an in-law way, but he knew everything there was to know about the ranch and the Hunts would be lost without him running it.

When I was last at the ranch, Jack was the hunkiest, most massive cowboy on the spread, which, knowing how hard cowboys are worked, is saying something. At six-foot-five of muscle, he was the god of the ranch, a Zeus figure. He was all power, and the family’s take on Aunt Sylvia’s relatively early demise was that he wore her out, but that she died smiling. The Hunts didn’t much care. She was an in-law who was somewhat imperial in her management of the Hunts’ property and probably scraped off more of the profits for herself than she was accounting for. He was one rough character. Eleven years later, he was still all of that.

“That’s what we do now,” Jack said, gesturing toward the backseat with a nod of his head.

“What’s what we do?” I asked.

“Those two, back there. We’re an isolated dude ranch now catering to guys who want to get away and do each other. And it’s a good business. They don’t usually make any trouble or demands, and we don’t have to do any advertising. They find us by word of mouth. Good business. We added two cabins last year, and we still keep booked up. Even the hunting lodge up in the Routt forest. Regulars come there to hunt elk but also to hunt each other.”

“You OK with that trend in the business?” I asked, thinking, if you only knew what’s eating at me.

“It’s fine with me.”

“And the Hunts—the ones on the management board.”

“They don’t care about anything but the bottom line,” Jack said, with a snort, “that and the business not making any waves—not getting a lot of attention.”

“Having such a ranch doesn’t cause trouble in the valley?”

“The valley’s still sparsely populated, and the county sheriff is queer. So’s the local judge. So, we’re OK for now. We’re serving a demographic.” He switched gears then. “You haven’t said in your e-mails how long you plan on stayin’.”

“I don’t know myself. Maybe a few days; maybe most of the summer. I have the summer off—I teach at Barnard College, in New York, next to Columbia University. I’m taking the summer off to finish writing a novel that’s giving me fits.” And I didn’t know how long I’d being staying anywhere anymore. I was antsy. I’d have to light someplace comfortable and quiet to get the novel written. I was trying coming back to the setting, but that threatened stirring up too much of the origins of what I was writing to allow me to write dispassionately. But maybe I shouldn’t be trying to write it dispassionately. Maybe that’s what it needed—more pathos and passion. But passion was already a problem. While writing it I’d already allowed the writing to go to racy for my kind of novel and had had to rip whole pages of description out. Then I’d told my agent what the problem was and he’d said to put it all back in and he’d just find an appropriate publisher. I could always publish it under a pen name. I just didn’t know where I needed to be to get it finished. I’d give Hunt’s Ranch a try, and if that wasn’t working, I’d move on. Maybe California.

“I read The Photograph and Raven’s Possession. They was set here in the valley, wasn’t they?”

“Yes, they were.” I was surprised Jack had read them. I hadn’t taken Jack as the reading kind. He wasn’t well educated, not that that kept him back in his line of business. He just needed strength, decisiveness, meanness, and command to do his work, and he had them in spades.

“They was a little racy. Your new one that suggestive as well?”

If only he knew. “The mainstream is pretty open to that now. It’s mostly a matter of finding the right publisher for it. The novels do well.”

“I bet they do,” he said, with a little laugh. “I just bet they do.”

“And I don’t know where the new novel leads,” I said. “It hasn’t come together yet.” That was a lie. It was beyond suggesting. I didn’t have a clue how racy it would wind up. I just knew I wanted it to be honest and that that would change everything in my life. Maybe it putting me on the brink of massive change—not being able to turn back from there—was what was holding me up in the writing of it. I damn well knew what the story was—what I wanted to write. “Would you read it if what I write is racy?” I asked.

“Would you read it to me?” he asked and then laughed. But he continued before we could get into that. “The new one—the one you’re writing—that set in the valley too?”

“Yes, it is,” I answered. That’s where it all came back to—that valley in the Rockies. That’s where I’ve come back to to see if it can help me finish the writing. The Valley. No, I couldn’t say how long I would be staying at Hunt’s Ranch for—maybe most of the summer. Maybe I’d flee in the morning.

“Rafe’s glad you’re coming back for a visit. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“Rafe? He left.” How the hell had that gotten dropped into the discussion? What did Jack know about that? Shit. Maybe I’d flee in the morning. He was twenty-six when I last was here. That would make him what now? Thirty-seven? Time for some of the vinegar to have drained out of him?

“He came back. He’s head honcho in the bunkhouse now. He leads the hunting parties. Most of the guests hunt with cameras now. That’s a trend too. Rafe don’t like it much. He’s still a rough and tumble kinda guy.”

Was he ever, I thought, as Jack continued.

“He don’t cotton with the cameras much. He wants to use his gun.”

Hasn’t changed there much, I thought, and went on to fantasize over Rafe and using his gun. But I fought out of that. “You asked if the new novel is set in the valley. Yes, it is. I guess that’s why I’ve come back, to try to get back in touch with it.” Although now, right now, I was thinking of asking him to turn the Range Rover right around and going back to the airport—across the busy city. But we were driving up into the mountains on I-70, west of Denver, now, and, as always, that was having a calming, “coming home,” effect on me. “And, yes, it’s been a long time since I was here. Eleven years. I was just out of high school and worked on the ranch for the summer. Since then it’s been the East Coast and big cities. My branch of the Hunts broke away from here.”

“You like it on the East Coast—lots of people, big cities?”

“Sometimes.” And that was true. I couldn’t imagine how limited my horizons would have been if my branch of the family had remained here, in the mountains of Colorado. Besides, New York was a “lot of people” town. You could get lost there. You could lead a double life and few would ever know it. And there were opportunities for almost any kind of lifestyle you wanted to lead.

“But it’s good to be grounded in what you were, where you came from,” Jack said. “It’s good to come back now and again—more often than eleven years.”

“Yes, sometimes,” I repeated. I looked over at him, at his strong, beefy hands on the wheel and his ruggedly handsome face. He was what? Nearly fifty now. Still a Zeus. But then I looked away at the slopes rising on each side, at the massive concrete buildings of the Coors brewery as we passed it in Golden. I didn’t want to get into that now. Did I?

“You want to be a hermit at the ranch?” he asked. “I don’t know what writers need. You can have the main house to yourself most of the day. I’m living there now, but we don’t let the guests use the house anymore. We’ve built cabins and a lounge and dining room for them.”

“You living there alone?” I asked. “You haven’t found anyone since Aunt Sylvia?”

“I’m doing fine alone,” he said with enough finality that I didn’t pursue it. There were rumors about him floating in the greater Hunt family, but I wasn’t really “in” with the greater Hunt family—and I’m sure there were rumors inside the family about me too.

“I don’t know what I’ll need. Maybe I’d like to go up into the mountains. Maybe not. I’ll have to see when we get there and I get settled in.” Settled in. When would I be settled in to almost being thirty and still not honest with myself—with what I was and what I wanted from life? Thirty. No longer young. Life was passing me by.

“But you’ll let me know what you want? I want to help you get what you want. Rafe said he’d like to take you up into the mountains—we have to supply the hunting lodge later this week. Maybe you’d like to go up with those doing that. It’s a two-day trek by horse. The road up there washed out in a couple of places in the spring and there don’t seem to be any hurry up for the county to repair it.”

“Let me know when they go up. It sounds like maybe I’d like to do that.”

Then we settled into a comfortable silence, Jack concentrating on the road rising into the mountains and becoming narrower, more twisting, and rougher when we got off I-70/40 and started heading north from Kremmling, and I savoring the mountain views—the lack of skyscrapers and people hurrying here and there. The couple in the backseat were becoming more aware of the surroundings too and, having asked for the volume to be turned down on the radio, were asking Jack more questions about the ranch and the life there. He was patiently answering them, while maintaining a rugged cowboy persona. I watched him closely, though. What he had was authentic. And sexy. I had no doubt that the men in the backseat saw that too and were attracted to it.

I wondered about Jack’s sex life. I couldn’t imagine a rugged, virile man like him not getting it. Were there any women working at the ranch now?

When we had reached the ranch and I’d settled into a room in the main house—the same one I’d occupied eleven years previously, one of three kept open for any Hunts who had a notion to visit the ranch, and down the hall from Jack’s bedroom—I switched to my cowboy gear—low-rise worn jeans, a chambray shirt, and boots—and walked the central complex of the ranch, regaining my bearings here and working on getting back into the mood of the setting. I hadn’t brought cowboy boots; I didn’t have room for them on luggage I could bring on the plane. They were lined up in the main house’s mud room for the picking, and I didn’t have trouble finding a well-broken-in set that fit and satisfied me.

I was turning the corner of one of the bunkhouses when I felt a rope lassoing me and putting me on my butt on the ground.

“Rafe,” I exclaimed, looking up at the man who had expertly roped me and brought me down. He was still tall and lanky, hard-bodied, with wiry muscles. Dark and foxy and dangerous looking, a look of perpetual sulkiness, scheming, a vein of meanness and cruelty. A bad boy to the core. One you wouldn’t want to cross. One some called a rattlesnake and others called sexy as hell. While being wary of the first view, I couldn’t help being in the second group of those. I couldn’t eleven years ago. I couldn’t now at seeing him eleven years later, now in his mid-thirties. If anything, the man who had ripped my virginity out of me eleven years earlier in the mountains in the shadow of Hahn’s Peak and broken my heart when I discovered I was just a notch on his holster was more arousing and compelling than ever.

“Let me up from here, Rafe. Take this rope off me.”

“I heard you’d come back for me,” he said with a laugh, as he came down on his haunches beside me. He didn’t pull the rope off my torso that had my arms pinned to my sides, though. “You come back to come for me like you did when you were not much more than a boy?” he asked.

“I didn’t know you’d be here. I heard you’d left the ranch—been run off by something you did or didn’t do. You weren’t on my mind at all. You had nothing to do with me coming back here.”

“But you’ve had me on your mind ever since you heard I was here, I reckon,” he said. Another laugh. I didn’t have an opportunity to answer that, because he leaned into me, cupped my head with one hand, and brought me into a kiss. The other hand went to my basket, enjoying the feel of me hardening up for him. I resisted the kiss at first, but as it went on, I surrendered to it, opening to him, hungrily receiving him.

He came out of the kiss, took his hand away from my basket, and pulled the rope noose over my head. Extending a strong hand to mine, he pulled me up to my feet.

“Yes, you still want me,” he said, and continued before I could deny that. “Welcome back to Hunt’s Ranch,” he said. “I knew you’d come back to me. Later you’ll come for me too, for old time’s sake. You’re still looking good. You’re looking great. Good enough to eat.” He tilted his hat at me and turned and strode off.

Now that I was back up and on my feet and he was gone, I looked around. We’d been watched from the horse corral not far away. At least four of the guests, all men, all paired off. They seemed interested in what they’d seen, but not shocked. I’d already been told that this was that kind of ranch now.

Rafe did come for me and I did come for him—the way he liked it—later, in the night. I probably conveyed the message he could that afternoon when I kept coming upon him in the work areas of the ranch building complex and stopped and watched him—forking hay into troughs, shirtless, his muscles rippling, or at a water pipe dumping a bucket of water over his head to cool down, once again shirtless. I’d always move on when he saw me watching him, but not until he’d laughed and flexed his muscles for me. Once he even crouched down and held his fist in front of his crotch, making jack-off motions. Me watching him obviously amused him and gave him confidence. It frustrated me.

The rest of the preceding evening was spent getting my writing materials out, reviewing what I’d written, and contemplating where I was going from there. Rafe, despite myself, had gotten my juices going and I felt I could pick up the writing and hone in on the direction now. It was only Jack and me at the dinner table in the main house, served by a woman with a voluptuous figure but a good many hard years on her. Her name was Muriel and she was at least partially Hispanic. She was younger than Jack, and I wondered if she was his sexual relief. I felt a pang of jealously. I said nothing about that, though, only telling him that he didn’t have to sup with me. I knew he was busy running a ranch.

“I like talking with you,” he said. “And this is your first night here. We’ll see what comes later. I hope you’ll be with us for a longer rather than a shorter time. It’s always good to have a Hunt visiting.”

I retired to my room after dinner and got 1,000 new words, most of which I thought I’d probably keep, written to the novel before I stripped and went to bed. I always slept in the nude when it was convenient for me to do so. I also often put myself to sleep masturbating to some sex scene in my mind that may or may not appear in some form—most likely watered down—in something I would later write. I surprised myself that night. I assumed my scene would feature Rafe, but it didn’t. It featured Jack. And the Jack of the fantasy scene was hung like a bull and hovered over me, his knees pushed in under my buttocks, my body streaming down in front of me, and Jack gripping my waist with his hands and looking down into my face. He obviously was inside me, fucking me, in the dream, but, as dreams go, I felt nothing of him inside me. I so wanted to feel a stud of a man inside me.

The reality of the night did feature Rafe, though. I was asleep in some dark hour I couldn’t name when he stole into the room. I woke and struggled with him, but he slapped me down and stunned me by banging my head against the brass headboard. In no time, he expertly had me hogtied, on my knees, with my cheek pressed to the mattress, and my wrists tied to my ankles by rough rope and a bandana stuffed in my mouth. He knelt behind me and ate my ass out and milked my cock until, moaning deeply, I came for him. Then, naked except for wearing his boots, he came up on the bed, crouched over me, mounted and penetrated me, and, riding me high like he was in a rodeo, fucked the stuffing out of me. He had brought a riding whip—he was the Rafe I remembered so well of eleven years ago—and, as he rode me, he lightly whipped my flanks—stings that had me yelping behind the bandana he’d pushed into my mouth and admonished me from trying to spit out. I remembered what he’d do if not obeyed, and I kept it in, something to bite down on as he was being cruel in my passage.

It wasn’t like I hadn’t gone out to gay clubs in New York from time to time over the last decade and gotten casual rough and impersonal sex there. I wasn’t the total innocent to being fucked. I had left Hunt’s Ranch eleven years ago having experienced it all. But I hadn’t brought myself to that act of desperation more than four times in the last decade.

He was a good cocksman—I’d had only limited experience in this for some time, but he was good inside me. He’d been good eleven years earlier, when he’d popped my male cherry and ridden me again and again throughout the summer before I went East to college—and then had passed me on for others to use and abuse. I never forgot how good he was. His cock was thin, but long, and he knew what to do with it. He’d deny me the use of it until I begged and then he’d fuck the shit out of me. He was strong and wiry and good at exotic fuck positions. He loved bondage and immobilizing the guy he was fucking—wearing them down, enjoying getting to the point where they surrendered to him and couldn’t get enough of him.

He could take me to that point eleven years ago. He could take me to that point on this night. After he fucked me like a dog, hogtied and completely at his mercy, he unbound me, and turned me on my back, and growled, “You gonna lay down nice and wanting it from me now? Open your legs for me if you want me to fuck you again.” He was looking down into my face with a cruel smirk, waiting for me to beg for more.

I didn’t disappoint. I bent my legs, placing my feet flat on the surface of the bed and raising my pelvis to him. Taking his sustained erection in my hands, I guided the head of his cock to my hole. That was welcome and declaration of surrender enough for him. Laughing, he thrust up inside me. I gasped at the cruel penetration. He grasped my wrists in his fists and forced my arms over my head. I grabbed the brass rails of the headboard as he bottomed in me and held there, cruelly, capturing my eyes with his, and waiting for me to surrender to him, to beg him to give me the cock. I did. Whining, “Fuck me. Don’t make me wait. Do me now,” I rocked against his stretching shaft and, laughing, he began pistoning his hips and brutally fucked and fucked and finished me off.

I realized then that this was what I’d come back to the ranch to get. This was what had become my fetish in life. This was what I had been unable to deny myself of in my life after Rafe in the big city. I just didn’t think it would be Rafe I’d get it from. Eleven years ago the bunk house had been full of randy cowboys who fucked me after Rafe gave me to them. It was one of them I had thought I was coming back for. Cowboys are hard-bodied and rough. That’s what I’d come back for.

* * * *

In the morning, I was alone at the breakfast table. I was a city boy now. Jack had eaten four hours earlier and had already put in half a day’s work on the ranch by the time I was eating. I had a hearty breakfast—enough that would have made Amy gag and leave the table—and I was sore as hell. I did cruise on occasion in New York, looking for what Rafe gave me the previous night, but I had been fighting it. I hadn’t used those particular muscles in months—months of pretending and trying to be what I wasn’t. But I was humming too. I left the table, took my computer out to the front porch, where I could see the mountains, and banged away on my novel.

Both ranch staff and guests passed me. They smiled at me and I smiled back. When Rafe passed me and tipped his hat, though, giving me a sly smile that encompassed both control and a question, I called him back to me. “Rafe,” I said. “Oh, God, Rafe.” I couldn’t keep the pleading tone out of my voice. He laughed, came up on the porch, took my hand, and guided me inside.

Rafe had me for lunch—in my bedroom, on my bed, my wrists tied to the headboard and him on his knees, raising my pelvis to him, my ankles hooked on his shoulders, and Rafe pounding the hell out of me. Out here on the range, the cowboys were rough in everything they did. I had been in the city so long that I needed it rough to feel alive with it. When he was leaving, I was begging him to stay. I was lost to him. I’d suffered from eleven years of sneaking around or trying to do without for large chunks of guilt time. This was a dude ranch dedicated to just what Rafe and I were doing all noontime. There was no need for pretense here. I was twenty-nine, nearly thirty, and I had lost time. I had to make up for lost time or wither away. I needed to feel.

* * * *

“Rafe?” I’d been lying there, on my back, in the pup tent on the rocky ground far up into the mountains of the Routt National Forest, still several miles from the ranch’s hunting lodge. I’d been waiting, both in some fear and anticipation. Rafe had been rough with me both times down at the ranch. He seemed to think I’d continued with this since I’d been with him eleven years ago. I hadn’t, not regularly. And when I had done it, it had filled me with guilt, all the more painful as it left me unsatisfied as well. I’d fled him in fear and worry then, worry about choosing that life, fighting it after having escaped him into another life. And I’d fallen back into it so easily—not just the sex with a man, but melting to sex with a demanding, cruel man. I’d done everything Rafe had demanded of me then. And I did everything he demanded of me now. And he demanded total submission to his every desire—sexual slavery.

I waited for him to come to me and do it again.

I lay there, naked, on top of the sleeping bag, legs spread and bent, feet flat on the ground, fingering my cock and hole, ready for him to thrust up into me and do whatever he wanted with me. I’d agreed to ride up to the hunting lodge with Rafe—and Jack—on three horses, taking two other horses as well, all weighed down with supplies. We’d come this far before camping for the night.

I was wide awake, waiting, when I heard the flap of the tent being pulled aside and felt the presence of two, heavily breathing, men in the oppressive confines of the canvas. Only one of them was me.

“No, it’s me, Jack. Will you deny me? I watched you the other night with Rafe. I want you so bad.”

I was surprised, but ready with the answer. “No, never. I thought you’d never want . . . that you’d never ask—”

“I’ve wanted you since you were here last. I wanted you then, like the other guys in the bunkhouse were having you. Every time I thought of one of the ranch hands on top of you, inside you, I wanted to be there as well. But Sylvia kept me on a tight rein.” His voice sounded belabored, saturated with lust. I couldn’t see him well in the dark, but I saw enough to take in the massive, muscular chest, the Roman-shield-like abs, the huge erection. Yes, the man was hung.

I didn’t say yes, but I didn’t say no, either. And I didn’t close my legs as he was crouched there, on his knees, between them. When I bent my legs, feet flat on the ground, and hugged his hips with my knees, he knew I would let him inside.

“Fuck, your body is beautiful.” He was running his hands over my naked torso and legs—and hard cock—and I wasn’t stopping him. “You are sexiest man alive. Shit. I can’t wait. Sorry, I have to . . .” And he was leaning over me, putting one arm around me, pulling my pelvis up to him.

“Oh shit. Fuck!” I exclaimed, realizing he was going to take me with that huge cock with little or no preparation. He did. There was spit, but not nearly enough. Holding me close, my pelvis raised to him, my torso streaming out on the sleeping bag, my arms stretched out, clutching at the earth—and anything I could. My eyes were staring wildly up into the frame of the tent, my mouth was open in one long mournful cry, as he used his other hand to put the head of his cock in position and slowly, but surely enter me.

“Open to me, dammit. Open. Relax. Let me in!”

I looked into his eyes then. They weren’t wild with want. They were simmering with lust, and there was a hint of something else there—the warrior. He wasn’t forcing me dry with a monster cock because he couldn’t hold off. He was doing it because the height of his arousal was in taking a smaller young man with a cock his size without preparation. Rafe’s thing was to immobilize me—tie me up and take me hard, and to share me—Jack’s was to tax me hard, unprepared, with a huge cock. What did I think in both cases? I realized their fetishes were mine as well. I screamed, “Fuck, you’re split me!” and started panting hard when his mushroom cap breached my sphincter. I collapsed under him, looking into his eyes. He was enjoying this immensely. So, despite suffering—despite the taxing of his cock and the captivity and hard taking of Rafe, I enjoyed the taking as well.

“Open up! Take it! Take it!”

And I did. I suffered for Jack. I arched my back and pressed my pelvis up into his groin and groaned deeply. I took his too-big dick. I suffered for him because I knew it gave him power and control—and thus did the same for me. Because while I suffered, he owned me and conquered me and spiraled up into arousal heaven, but I had the power to give him what he wanted or to deny him. But what he wanted, I wanted as well. He took me up there into heaven with him.

“You can take it. Take it; take it,” he growled.

I did what I could. And then I was spreading for him. I needed to. His was the thickest cock I’d ever taken.

“Is it too much? Do I need to . . . ?”

“No,” I cried out. “Do it. Hurry. Fuck me! Pump me! Give me your cum.”

The light in his eyes dimmed a bit. He had wanted me to beg him to stop. But he wouldn’t have stopped.

“Shit. Too big. Too big. Maybe . . .” I groaned, watching the light come back in his eyes.

But then he was in, in to the hilt. thick and deep. The muscles of my passage walls were undulating over the shaft. I lifted my knees to hug his hips and moved my hands to his shoulder blades, digging in. “Yes, yes, yes. Work me,” I whispered, with a deep moan. The rhythm of the fuck started . . . and continued, me rocking against him, throwing my head back, crowing to the night . . . and the fuck continued and continued. We fit now. We were working together. We were fucking. I was just big enough for him. He was getting the close fit he wanted. The muscles of my passage were making love to the throbbing shaft. In, out; in; out. It ended in a flood of cum inside me, him breathing heavily, wheezing his victory. I’d already come up his hard belly.

He hadn’t worn a rubber. I didn’t give a shit that he hadn’t.

I thought it was over then, but it wasn’t. He pulled out and off me. “Turn over. Give me your ass.”

With a groan, I did so, going up on my knees, him pressing my cheek to the ground with a fist in the back of my neck. His other hand was milking my cock. His face was in my crack, eating me out. He regained an erection and mounted me, riding my ass high, sliding inside me—me reamed to his need now—and fucking me again. Midway through the fuck, the fist at the back of my neck withdrew, came around my throat, and cupped my chin, pulling my torso up into his chest. He buried his face in my throat, murmured, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” and he fucked and fucked and fucked.

An hour later, Jack was on his back and I was saddled on his hips, riding his cock, my torso leaning back and my hands palming his knees, when the tent flap was pulled back again, and Rafe was there. He saddled himself behind me, pressing my chest into Jack’s. He tied my wrists together behind my back, and, putting his cock in position, slid it inside me above Jack’s buried staff. Jack and I held, as Rafe fucked me. I’d like to lie and say I’d never done this before, but I had. When I was here before Rafe had me do everything, including this. Every cowboy in the bunkhouse who wanted to come to the party—and few cowboys could pass up getting rocks off no matter how it was done—did me separately and together, with Rafe watching and goading us on, before I had escaped into trying for another life.

This couldn’t have been spontaneous or the first time these two had done a guy together. There was no surprise—at least from Jack and Rafe—and their movements were too coordinated for this not being something they regularly did. First it was Rafe’s cock thrusting, with Jack holding, and then they’d trade motions and later trade again. This was coordinated. They didn’t just take me in that position. They readjusted, turning me on Jack so that I was stretched out on top of him, my head resting between his pecs and his legs woven through mine to raise and spread them, while Rafe knelt between my legs pressed my shoulders into Jack’s chest, slid his cock in above Jack’s buried dick, and fucked me in a missionary.

The next day I found out just how planned it all was.

* * * *

When we reached the hunting lodge, four guys were there—two of them in their late twenties or early thirties and two in their forties. All were muscle men and were good-lucking enough not to throw out of bed. They all were shirtless, wearing shorts, boots, and ten-gallon hats. They weren’t out hunting elk, which I remarked on as we unloaded the supplies, but were setting up for a grill. It was twilight before we arrived.

One of the younger guys grinned and said, “We’re doing a different kind of hunting today,” to my casually thrown-out comment of “I think you’ll find the elk higher up on the mountain.”

What they were hunting was me. After the grill dinner, using supplies we’d brought up on the horses, we sat around a fire outside of the lodge, quaffing beer and smoking pot. I’m sure they were getting mellow for the main event and were softening me up for it as well—getting me a little high, but not too high that I zoned out or didn’t feel every stroke of what they had to give me.

At a suggestion from Jack that it was time, we moved into the lodge, Jake and one of the hunters carrying me between them. Jake and the hunter stripped me as the rest of them stripped down.

Jack leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You good with this, Rick? Rafe said that before, when you were here before . . . in the bunkroom . . . and you let Rafe and me double you.”

“Do it,” answered. This was the release I’d come back to Colorado to get.

They put me on the dining table on my back, stretched my arms out, and used rope to tie my wrists off, using the table legs on each side of the table at my head for anchors. They spread and raised my legs, tying the ankles to hooks in the ceiling beams over the table.

Even though groggy, I told them they didn’t have to bind me for what I knew was coming—and wasn’t resisting, Rafe having told me it was what he wanted me to take.

“They want to do you this way,” Rafe said, with an evil grin. “This is part of the fun.”

And then they did me that way and had raucous fun gang banging me. I took each of the six of them separately and two doubles. Some barebacked, some didn’t, as they wished. They stuffed pillows under the small of my back to roll my pelvis up to show my hole. They each climbed up on the table, big cocks and medium-sized cocks. No small cocks. All hard erections. Each grabbed my hips and brought me to them. Some slowly slid in; most reared back and thrust in, watching my eyes flash, my mouth open in a scream. They were a gang. They were a team. They were all half drunk and hopped up on pot.

They kept my passage full of cock for two hours and after resting and drinking more beer, they all did me again.

The cheer of “Olé!” went up with each initial penetration and then again with each ejaculation. I arched my back and yelped for each one of them. Entertaining them, Suffering for them. Spiraling up to arousal heaven with each one on the initial thrust and then again on the coming. They wanted me. Each one of them had to have me. Determined to enjoy this, I went with them each time.

More than once, a drunken voice called out, “Shit. Look how big that hole is now. Fuckin’ shit.”

Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. “Olé! Olé!” It went on most of the night; I came three times. Though I panted heavily and yelped and screamed from time to time, I made no objection—even to being trussed up, defenseless. I never said “no” or “stop.” They assuaged their lust by declaring I was a professional whore. I wasn’t. I didn’t want it to stop. I was free—fully liberated of all inhibitions and pretense. It was what I wanted. I wanted to have that effect on men.

I was royally gang bang fucked. Olé! Olé!

I’d been dreaming of this—and trying not too—for eleven years. Rafe had done this with me in the bunkhouse the summer after my high school as well, and I’d never forgotten it. Six men on me; six men inside me. Banging away. Fucking a Hunt. They all fantasized gang banging a Hunt. The session with these hunters didn’t have the edge that it had in the bunkhouse, where a ranch hand fucking a Hunt had special meaning, but that was their issue—the ranch hands as opposed to these hungers; the effect on me was the same with both. It was a high-lust fetish I’d only rarely had scratched.

Young and tender, I cried through it, but I didn’t say “stop,” and I didn’t tell anyone they’d done it—not even when they did it again. When they did it again, I recognized the power I had over them and I wanted it. Rafe had wanted me to do it. I did whatever Rafe wanted me to. Rafe, my lover; Rafe who had taken me to the mountains the summer after high school, bent me over a saddle, bound my wrists and ankles, and fucked my virginity out of me. And then had fucked me again . . . and again—until I was lost to him and begged for it.

I was fighting with myself over whether to include the scene in my current book, knowing it would be hard to find a publisher if I did. But it was real. It was something that really happened to me—more than once as of the night at the hunting lodge. It was honest and the full story. I was a slut for it. It made me feel alive. I knew now that I’d put it in the book—and whatever else came in sex with men—and publishing be damned.

I couldn’t walk the next day, or ride a horse. They had to load me over a horse’s saddle on my belly and lead me down the mountain. That was best anyway—being on my belly rather than on my ass on a horse that was jolting back and forth down a mountainside. I wasn’t talking. I was burbling. But I was smiling.

* * * *

“Are you OK?” Jack asked two days later, at dinner, the first time I’d seen him since we’d come down off the mountain. I’d isolated myself in my room, pounding away at the computer. I’d made more progress on the novel here in the valley over the last few days than I’d made the previous year in my New York apartment.

“Yes, I’m OK,” I answered. “That was planned, though, wasn’t it?”

“I knew from the time I picked you up at the airport that it’s what you needed. And that I needed to be part of it.”

“As intense as that?”

“Rafe told me you’d done all of that before. Are you angry that it was done again?”

“No,” I answered, honestly.

“It’s a service we give to the guys up at the hunting lodge when we resupply them and if they pay for it. We have a couple of ranch hands who will lay down for a party like that. You’ll get paid for having done it, of course.”

“I’m not concerned about the money,” I said. “I won’t argue with you that it was what I needed, what I was struggling over—for several years.”

“So, you’d do it again? The night before—me and Rafe. That was checking to see if you’d do it.”

“It wasn’t because you and Rafe wanted to do it—to do me that way? Together? And you, like you did me? You took me hard—and dry—the first time. You acted like you couldn’t hold off. You’ve got a lethal cock for doing that.”

“Of course I wanted to fuck you. I told you that. I wanted to fuck you when you were younger. And you didn’t lose your appeal. I wanted to own your ass then; I want to own it now. You were the sexiest thing at the ranch at eighteen and you are the sexiest thing at the ranch at twenty-nine. Your jaw will drop when you learn the tip the hunters gave me for being allowed to use you. They thought you were a model I’d brought in from Vegas. They were sure you were a seasoned whore.”

“Yes, I’d go on the supply mission again—if I’m here when you do one next.”

“If you’re here? You haven’t decided to stay a while?”

“I might stay all summer. I haven’t decided, but I think I’ll want to.”

“If so, maybe we can save Muriel some time.”

“Oh, how?”

“She won’t have to change and wash sheets off your bed if you move into my room and sleep with me.”

“Will I get much sleep?” I was grinning.

“I get up a 5:00 a.m. You can sleep the rest of the morning away, if you want.”

“If Rafe doesn’t find me.”

“If Rafe doesn’t find you, or if we don’t call Rafe in to join us. I have no problem with Rafe finding you—or the two of us finding you together.”

“Neither do I,” I said, with a smile. “It sounds like a plan to me.”

The night they both found me and singled me and doubled me and singled me and doubled me again, and I decided I’d be staying at Hunt’s Ranch for the summer. I got practically no sleep until later in the morning when work started on the ranch—for the rest of the summer—but that was just fine with me. It appeared to be fine to Jack and Rafe too—and to some of the guests.

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Rick and Stu were two guys who lived in the same area had different sets of friend and often had sight of each other at local pubs, clubs, functions including engagements, weddings and club nights etc. They always were the vicinity of each other but never spoke. They were like two lions who had their own territory.

Rick was 26 a White Guy brown hair with a muscular build and always wore clothes that show off his muscles like vests and fitted tops and shirts and he had a really fit Phat Muscle Bubble Ass that girls and guys were always commenting on. Stu was 27 a Mixed Heritage guy with an alright body, a Jock Bubble Butt and kept himself really trim, had a goatee and was a really nice guy. Both had a good group of friends and they both had all of the women flocking to them which almost became a compertition to see who could pull the fittest women in order to show off to each other.

One Saturday evening they both were in the same pub with their dates and it was about 9.30pm on a hot steamy night and something was said between them and it all kicked off and they started fighting. Everybody was shouting pulling them apart their dates were screaming and it all was crazy.

They were finally separated after about half an hour and luckily the police were not called. Both were taken outside and spoken to by their respective friends who were trying to establish what had happened between them saying “What the Hell was that about” and neither could give a concrete answer so said nothing.

In the mean time their dates were being comforted by 2 other fit blokes who pretended to comfort them but really wanted to fuck them, as they were jealous of both Rick and Stu and before long they were kissing the women and fingering their cunts saying to their friends film this. They removed their fingers licking them clean and turning to the camera say “Very tasty you two fucks, now we are going to fuck your hot birds” and the camera filmed their clearly displayed hard on’s, which they were rubbing their full thick lenghts and then they left with their fingers in the girls knickers, with their thumbs deep in their assholes and fingers in their snatches smirking.

About an 11.30pm the pub was emptying and Rick and Stu were still there a bit pissed and were siting outside and spotted each other. Their friends were inside and Ste went up to Rick and said “Sorry mate I don’t know what came over me”. Stu said the same and they sat next to each other and started talking and said to themselves “what the fuck was that about, he’s an alright bloke really”. They both introduced themselves and they just clicked and just got on. They talked about football, their respective families as both had 2 brothers and 2 sisters and they were right in the middle.

They found out that they had a lot more in common as both of their Dads were from the same area and both of their Mums were also bought up in the same area and went to same school as each other. Stu’s Mum was from the Caribbean and her family came from Barbados and Rick’s Mum was Welsh and her family came from Cardiff.

“Oh I love Wales it a beautiful country and the accents are glorious.” “Well I love Barbados and have been 3 times once with mates and twice with two different girlfriends.”said Rick. “Wow Mum will be pleased as she is always telling me to go although, although I have been only once as young un but is not the same is it going with you mate or your girl.” “Nah Mate it ain’t.”and they laughed.

Both sets of friends came out and said you better look at this and it showed their dates being fingered and the 2 guys that pick them up were sucking their fingers and laughing saying “we are going to fuck your dates Morons”. What fucking Dickheads they said to each other to be fair the girls seem happy with them and good luck when they find out what a pair of Wankers James and Eddie are as they are always chasing my dates,” “Oh mine as well,” and they fell about laughing.

They friends were slightly taken a back considering they had been grappling in the pub earlier and said “are you two OK now?” “Yeah it was all over nothing.” They said “We ar leaving now are you coming?” “Nah mate I’m tired and am going to have an early one tonight” they both said” and their friends left and they continue to chat and Stu said I” am going home want to come with me” and Rick did just that.

They went back to Stu parents house were he lived and everyone was out, so they had drink in the kitchen and a sandwich. They went to Stu’s bedroom looked at each other nervously and thought “what do I do now “and moved towards each other. They sat on the bed look at each other and Rick said “Em I not sure what going on but I really like you” and he trailed off. “I know Stu, its a bit easier with birds innit, as you just sweet talk em to get into their knickers and you just get on with it if you know what I mean?” “Yeah I do shall we “and before anything was said they started kissing each other softly then opened mouthed.

After a few minutes Stu said “come lets get these off” and they peeled their clothes off and moved to the bed and lay facing each other. “I am not sure how this works “they both said “as I’ve never been with a fella before.” ” OK lets take it slowly then OK? and they made out exploring each other body’s liking what they saw.

Both were very hairy no shaving allowed and they kissed and stroked each other gently, almost afraid to scare each other off. This was new to them and they were getting use to each other. They both had stiff leaking hard ons which were similar in lenght 8 inches thick and dripping pre cum which was a turn on.

“I am not sure how we do this,” “Well how about we learn off each other, what do you like? “Well fucking hot women’s snatches, as said I have never been with a bloke before.” “I do like my ear being nibbled and a bird once sucked my tits and that was turn on ” and they went through the things they liked and their cocks were jumping. “I know” Rick said “I read some where that gay men like to rub themselves and their cocks against one another” and he laid on his back and pulled Stu on top of him and their body’s contacted fully.

Their hard cocks rubbed against each other and they were kissing with passion with their hands intwined. They were sweating and moaning quietly and suddenly Rick parted his legs and wrapped them around Stu and with his hand place his cock along his asshole. saying “I don’t think I can be fucked yet but rub my asshole will you and Stu reach for some lubricant and spread it around Rick hole playing with it gently, as well rubbing his taint and then his cock. They continued like this kissing and touching each other.

Rick fingers played around Stu hair and he whispered “finger me I think I can take it!” Stu slippied one finger in slowly up to the knuckle and then another and a third whilst continually rubbing himself against him. Rick was breathing heavily and whispered “I want you to fuck me” and Stu removed his fingers and kissing him deeply whispered “Are you sure. mate?”

“Yeah before I change my mind” and Stu placed the head of his prick at the moist slightly gaping entrance at the mouth of Rick’s Ass and gently pushed his cock head in. He advised Rick to push his hole out as a previous girlfriends had told him that her ‘Gay Best Friend’, had told her that’s what he did, when he wanted to take a ‘Big Dick’ without hurting himself.

Only the first few inches went in and then he was stopped, “Please take it out sorry” Rick gasped “mate I want to take it but I cant.” “Don’t worry about it as this is new to me and I am no sure that I will be able to take your ‘Old Man’, ” and they laughed and continued kissing. Rick was wanking him off and turn on his side with his back to Stu and reached for his dick and place it at the his Butt entrance and let the large head kiss his sweaty entrance.

He said “Go slow please” and Stu slowly inched his phat cock in and out of the ass pussy cuddling him and went in further until his was fully inside Rick Cunt. He stopped to let his ass get used to this unfamiliar feeling and started slowly plowing in and out of his hot moist clingy depths, treating him like a Virgin on his wedding night and he felt it was natural as if he had always fucked him up the ass.

Both were groaning and letting these unfamilar feelings take over them and both started kissing each other. Rick rolled on his front and said “get on top of me and you can fuck me harder now , but not to rough though” and they made out tenderly with his completely losing his Anal Virginity and he did not care what happen after that.

This went on for a long time and he said “can we change positions?” and he started to ride Stu Phat Prick really enjoying seeing his facial expressions and Stu liked seeing Rick riding his dick and started suckling his nipples and puled him down for a hard snog. This resulted in Rick cumming all over Stu’s chest and his cum reached up to his face and settling on his goatee.

Rick got off him and laid beside him on his back and said “I need you to fuck me now so that you can come” and he did saying “sorry I am going to be ‘really rough’”. “Fine come on then” and Stu started pounding him like his life depended in this fuck and came with a loud moan harder than he has ever cum before and collapse on top of him. “Blooming Heck” and he looked panicked realising that he had just come in another bloke’s asshole which was still milking his throbbing pole.

Rick said “I know mate I feel the same by it feels right doesn’t it ” and Stu he nodded and smiled “yeah it does kiss me ” and he did. “I am really shagged lets get some kip yeah” and they did spooning each other. In the morning they woke up and look at each other and smiled. “Come lets get up and sort ourselves out” and they used the bathroom and put Rick on some shorts that Stu borrowed him a pair that fitted ok and they went downstairs.

The family were in the kitchen and everyone stare at at Rick and looked shocked as they had heard them at it last night. Stu said casually although his heart was beating like mad “Morning this is my friend Rick” and he said hello and they all responded. “Oh Mum, Ricks Mum is.. and he said her maiden name and she squealed with delight, “oh my god how is she” and they got on like house on fire. Dad joined in and their common history’s as fore mention above was discovered and they started making plans to get the families together.

Sis pulled Stu aside and said “Whats the going on, are you sleeping with Rick as I thought you hated him?” “I know but its a long story, can I talk to you later as my mind fucked and I cant explain this felling” and he trailed off. “Listen Stu if he makes you happy I can see it as soon you came in like the cat that got the cream and I have never seen you like this with any women like that, so just enjoy it OK!”

His mum said the same as did Rick’s Mum and older brother as soon as they met Stu, as did their respective friends and family who all support their relationship making a few rude jokes of course but with no malicious intent as it was really a surprise for all of them ,but they were really cool about it as they valued their friendships with both of these guys who were made for each other as they fitted so well together.

As time went on they settle into their relationship and at times had some doubts if they wanted to be together completely which was normal in the start of a any relationship. They had an active sex life and Rick loved being taken missionary style. Stu was reluctant to be fucked, but tried it a few times but was not comfortable with it.

Rick said “if you want to fuck women do I dont want to restrict you alright.” “No No its not that I just dont really like being taken up the Ass” and clammed up embrassed. He went to Hubert one of his old mates house and they were chatting. “So how is it with you and Rick, who fucks who?” and Stu told him about his reluctance to get fucked. “Why its great you dont know how lucky you are!”

“What do you mean” “Oh em Helen Pegs me with a massive strap on all of the time and I love it and would not mind trying the real thing” he grinned. “Are you taking the piss?” “No check out this video and he played it showing off a 9 inch strap on in and his deep throated in whilst it was on his wife who then fingered his asshole and he backed on to the strap on bottoming out on it moaning like a bitch in heat. Helen was laughing saying “Take in big boy if only your mates could see this side of you” and he came within a few minutes. Stu looked stunned and said “Blimey WTF.”

The reponse surpised the hell out of him when he was told “Yeah Omar and Earl do the same with their wives.” Omar was a big Black Guy and Earl was Portuguese Guy who were the starighest pair of blokes that you could met he was shocked why he though suddenly look at me I would never have said that I would fall in love with another bloke.

Stu was even more surprised when Hubert said “Mate I really want to experience the real thing, will you ‘FUCK ME’?” “Em I dunno mate as I dont want to cheat on Rick” Oh Please Mate I,m desperate for the real deal and I want you to do me no strings OK” and he massage Stu’s hard on and said come with me, the wife’s out tonight” and they went up stairs into the spare bed room and got undressed and got in bed.

Hubert laid on his back pulled is legs bent right back and he grabbed Stu’s hard on and wasting no time pulled a Big Butt Plug out of his ass and guided Stu thick dripping prick right into his ass cunt pulled him in in one go. “Now Fuck me hard you cunt” he shouted and Stu pounded him out like the Anal Whore that he was and Hubert came 3 times moaning lustfully. Stu came twice and felt really guilty and went into the bathroom looked at himself on the mirror and washed his face. He went downstairs and sat on the sofa and saw that Rick had called him a few times on his mobile.

Hubert came down and said “are you ok mate.” “No we should not have done this” Stu groaned. “Oh come on” he said and hugged him snogged him and said “let me FUCK the Guilt out of you” and he lead him back to the bathroom and prepped him and they went to the bedroom. He was fucked gently at first and then relaxed and soon Hubert was bottoming out in his Cunt so much so that he was gasping in pleasure and for the first time really let himself go and he received 2 deposits from Hubert deep within his colon.

He left at 4am and went back to their flat. Rick was up and looked worried. Before Stu sat down he said I” have a confession” and he told him that he had been out with Ty and Caleb his Pals and they had been drinking and smoking he ended up having Sex with both of them. He fucked Caleb and Ty fucked him at the same time and he had just got home.

“Sorry” he said “I was to turned on by my Straight Mates as were they, both of them can deep throat cock better than us two” and he laughed. “Your upset aren’t you?” “Well” and Stu confessed his night with Hubert and they laughed about Helen screwing him this hyper masculine dude who was always in the pub singing football songs and was a right ‘Hard Man’ in the streets and an ‘Muscle Bottom Anal Whore in the Sheets’.

“Lets shower and let me Fuck You Stu” Rick said and Stu’s ended up having his first Anal Orgasm screaming so much that Rick clamped his mouth over his to quietening him down, in case the neighbours called the police. He pounded his Ass Pussy in lots of positions and said I want you to fuck me next and the response was a clamping of Stu’s Anal ring gripping and milking his shaft refusing to let go and he grasped him and said “I love you Rick and want to be with you always” and cried with passion as another anal orgasm hit him hard. He was shaking overcom with emotion thinkingto himself ‘I am so lucky to have found this man as he completes me’ and started crying. “What Wrong?” .Rick said concerned.

“Nothing I am so HAPPY!”

2 years later Rick abd Stu got married with their Mums walking them up the aisle with all of their friends, family and a few friend-enemies attending and all had a good time. James and Eddie the two if you recalled stole thier dates were discovered fucking each other and said “well it worked for you two didn’t it so what’s the issue?”

They were grabbed and made to suck off a number of the wedding guest swho took them back to their hotel room and gang banged them all weekend dumping lots of Cum in their accommodating Boasting Throats and Deep Muscle Cunts which was filmed and circulated to al of the male wedding guest and they were invited to quite a few engagements and wedding as the after hour entertainment becoming now as those two Cum Whores in a unnasty way.

Stu and Ricked laugh hearing this and met up with them a few months later and they were an item and enjoying each other company, so they understood where the guys were at ,just as they were at the start of their relationship. James and Eddie said “We are fed up of nicking other guys girls and realised that we liked each too other being such similar shallow Bastards so ‘there we are’.” They all cracked up laughing and hugging each other.

“Well good for you both we are just happy that we found each other and am moving on with the next stage of our lives starting a family!”

The End

I’m surprised to find Frank waiting outside the leisure centre when I arrive. I greet the women as normal.

“Morning, Carter,” he says with a smile.

“Morning, you’re here early today.” My heart is beating fast and hard in my chest as I hope it is because of me that’s he’s early.

“I have an early meeting, so I need to head off sharp.”

“Oh, I see.” I hope the disappointment doesn’t show in my voice.

The receptionist opens the doors and we walk into the centre, heading to the changing room; Frank walks beside me.

Heading to my usual locker, Frank goes to the same one opposite me and we both undress. I’m fighting the temptation to turn and look at him with every bit of strength I can muster. I open the locker and take off my clothes, standing naked whilst I put them in the locker.

“Perhaps we can swim together? Give each other some motivation?” he says giving me an excuse to turn and look at him.

He is standing naked, staring at me, I scan up and down his body noticing his cock is semi-hard and looking as tasty as ever. My cock is already swelling at the sight of him.

“Yeah, that would be good, it will make a change to swim with someone,” I reply, trying to keep my eyes fixed on his.

I catch sight of him giving his balls a squeeze and a little tug of his cock as he gives me a sly smile. Is he doing that to get my attention or is it just one of those things guys do, playing with our cocks whenever we get the chance? My cheeks burn and I can feel my cock getting harder as I look at him, so I swiftly turn to face the lockers. I can’t explain why I’m getting embarrassed about him seeing my erection when what I really want is for him to grab hold of me and fuck me senseless. It’s probably because I don’t know if he fancies me or not. I pull on my trunks and adjust my cock to hide my erection. Closing the locker, I turn back to face him and he is wearing his purple trunks, his cock visibly hard stretching the material.

“Shall we hit the pool then?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

He walks behind me down the corridor past the showers and out into the pool area. We get into the water and swim thirty lengths together, I’m impressed how fit he is considering he is much older than me. Once we finish the lengths, we head to the showers. My cock stiffens again at the thought of seeing him naked in the shower. Hanging my towel outside I head to my usual shower, Frank takes the one to my right side. Standing on the button he presses it with his foot and water pours down onto him.

I can’t resist looking at him now and then, he looks so fucking hot as he closes his eyes and lets the water cascade onto his head, it runs down his back and chest. His hands slide over his thick, hairy chest. My cock is rock hard now, stretching against my trunks as I admire every inch of his gorgeous, tanned body.

I could easily reach out and touch him, he is that close. He hasn’t removed his trunks, so I keep mine on, taking some body wash from the bottle on the wall I lather up. Frank catches my attention as I see him slide his trunks off, kicking them free from his feet. He is now naked next to me, his cock semi-hard, the foreskin pulled back off the head. Making my heart thud in my chest as I watch him, he is turning me on so much it’s only my trunks keeping my cock in place. Getting the body wash in his hands he rubs it over his chest.

I try to look casual as I wash, I know I have to remove my trunks at some point, so I’m trying to think of something to distract me so my cock will soften, but with no success. I decide to go for it; slipping my hands under the waistband of my trunks, I slide them to the floor.

Standing, I kick them free, my cock is hard, pointing towards the ceiling, but I can’t do anything about it. Still watching Frank out of the corner of my eye, he lathers his cock, sliding it into his fist, pulling his foreskin back and forth. I’m sure I see him glancing down at my cock as he rubs his own and plays with his balls.

I take my cock in my hand and rub the body wash all over it before sliding my hand up and down the shaft. I take a deep breath and turn to look at Frank, he has his eyes closed and is washing his hair, his cock fully erect, the foreskin stretched tight from the head. Fuck, I want to get down on my knees and take it into my mouth, to hear him moaning my name as I lick and suck his cock. My cock is rock hard and twitching as I think about giving him a blowjob.

He washes the soap from his hair and body, then turns towards me.

“I see I need not worry about the state of my cock then,” he says giving me a smile as he glances down at my hard cock.

“Hey, we’re guys, it happens,” I reply, trying to sound casual about the situation.

He laughs at my reply. Finishing in the shower, we both grab our towels and head back to the changing room. Our cocks are still semi-hard. Frank throws his towel on the bench and unloads his locker. I do the same, enjoying every minute we get to spend naked together.

“So, are you here about this time every morning, including the weekends?” he asks.

“Yeah, I find it the best time to swim as there’s few people about and I enjoy the quiet.”

“I hope I’m not intruding on your quiet time.”

“No, not at all, it’s nice to have someone to chat with and competition in the pool is good.”

He picks up his towel and dries himself as I dry myself.

“Well, if I talk too much and begin to annoy you, let me know. Living on my own, I tend to chat a lot when I meet people.”

“No problem. You said the other day you’re new to the area, what made you move here? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Oh, it’s a long story, but I broke up with my ex four months ago and wanted a new beginning. I couldn’t deal with his mood swings anymore, then work had an opportunity in this area so I took it and moved.”

My heartbeat quickens in my chest as I pick up on the words “ex” and “his”. Not only is this guy fucking hot as hell, but he is also gay.

“Sorry to hear about your ex; guys can be jerks. Have you got any friends in the area?”

“I’m slowly getting to know people at work but most of them are married and wrapped up in their family lives, so not many opportunities to build friendships.”

We are getting dressed as we continue chatting.

“That’s a shame, you will have to hit the bars in London it’s always a good place to meet people.” I’m not sure why I said that, suggesting he go looking for someone.

“Yeah, I will do that at some point. I’m still getting settled at the moment.”

We are both dressed by the end of the conversation.

“Well, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow,” he says with a smile and a look that I’m sure kind of hints that he likes me. But that could just be me jumping to conclusions as normal.

“Have a good day, see you tomorrow.”

He picks up his bag and heads out of the changing room. I stand still for a while staring at the space opposite me thoughts of him race around my head. I now know he is gay, does he fancy me? That’s a different matter. Tomorrow can’t come quick enough. I want to spend more time with him, get to know more about him, see him naked with his cock hard. What I want more than anything is to be naked in his arms. He is so handsome; I want to feel his strong muscular arms holding me tight to his body.

My cock stiffens again in my trousers as I imagine us together in the shower. But now I need to head off to work, goddamn he is going to be on my mind again all day and night.

Friday.

I rush enthusiastically to the leisure centre, my heart thudding against the wall of my chest. My cock is already stiff in my joggers with the thoughts of Frank naked in the shower. When I arrive, he is standing outside, talking to the two women. I realise I don’t even know their names, although I have seen them every morning for the last year. They all say good morning as I approach them. Frank smiles at me and my hands sweat as I look at him.

The dark hair of his beard makes his teeth look even brighter white than normal.

“How are you this morning?” he asks. His deep sexy voice makes me tingle all over.

“I’m good, ready for a nice swim.”

The receptionist unlocks the door and we head into the building. I walk alongside Frank, desperately resisting the urge to touch him, this guy turns me on, unlike anyone I have ever dated. Possibly because he is older and way fucking hot, I have only dated guys around my age before, although I’ve always lusted over real masculine bear guys.

“The usual thirty lengths today,” he says.

“As always, it’s enough to keep me fit.”

“You definitely are fit.” His words catch me off guard and I feel my face warm.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“You didn’t, but I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“I’m just speaking the truth.”

That comment makes me blush even more as we reach the changing room and undress, facing each other across the room.

“Well, thanks,” I reply, struggling for the right words to say as I remove my shirt. I would ordinarily face the lockers when getting undressed, but today I want to watch him.

He strips off and I can tell his cock is semi-hard. I would love to feel him pressed against me, his cock leaking pre-cum between our bodies as he digs his fingers into my arse and pulls my cheeks apart. My cock stiffens as I daydream about me and him.

“Come on, slowcoach, what you daydreaming about?” he asks, his voice pulling me out of the dream.

“Sorry, just things on my mind today,” I reply, turning to towards the lockers. I strip off my joggers and slip on my trunks, hurriedly throwing my things into the locker.

“Ready.”

We walk down the corridor past the showers into the pool area. Getting into the water, we swim along together, not speaking much, but there still seems to be a connection between us. Once we finish the thirty lengths, we get out of the pool, grab our towels, and head to the showers.

Standing next to each other under the showerheads I can almost feel the heat of his skin against mine. He pushes down on the button and water cascades from the shower onto his body. I do the same, sneaking looks at him when I think he is distracted by the shower. I remove my trunks first today, sliding them down my legs to the floor, I kick them to the side and give my cock and balls a squeeze.

He removes his trunks and his cock is hard, causing mine to stiffen more. Taking a handful of body wash, he rubs his hands over this chest, the soapsuds running over his abs and dripping into his pubic hair. He is only a foot away from me; the thought of feeling his gorgeous hairy body in my hands sends shivers down my spine and my skin tingles. I’m too shy to make a move like that, though, the fear of his reaction if I have misinterpreted things makes me keep my hands to myself.

I watch his hands glide over his chest, then down to his abs as he massages the body wash into his skin. Licking my lips as his cock stiffens, his foreskin pulls back away from the head as it raises towards his body. Lathering up my chest, my hands soon slide down and grasp my cock. I close my eyes and lean my head back as the pleasure of my hand sliding along my shaft flows through me. Opening my eyes, I look back at Frank; he is now massaging his balls and stroking his shaft. His eyes connect with mine.

Time seems to stop as we stare deep into each other, I can see the desire within him as his eyes search mine, trying to read my thoughts. My lips part as my tongue pushes out, licking along my lower lip, giving him the sign he has been searching for.

He moves closer and my body tenses as I feel his hand slide over my arse. I stop stroking my cock and turn to face him, our bodies covered in soap bubbles. My acceptance of his touch gives him a green light. Pulling me into his body I feel his cock slide against mine as they become trapped between us. His other hand grabs my arse and crushes my cheeks with his strong grip. The coarse hair of his beard brushes against my face as I feel his breath warm my lips.

Any thoughts or worries of where we are drain from my mind as his lips meet mine. The thick hair on his chest makes my nipples stiffen as it rubs against them. His mouth, rough and raw, kisses me, my body giving into his strong, muscular hands, his tongue pushes into my mouth, searching for mine. He moves me back onto the shower wall, grinding his rock-hard cock into me as he continues exploring my mouth. I have been yearning for this all week, wanting to be in this daddy’s arms. Sliding my hands over his back, tracing along his spine, down to rest above his arse, I pull him tighter into me as I grind my cock between our wet, soapy bodies. The showers switch off as we lose ourselves within each other. His hands grab my arms as he bites my lower lip, then softly nibbles his way down to the nape of my neck. All the time we continue grinding our cocks together, I can feel my balls tightening, preparing to release the frantic pleasure building inside me. Our thrusting gets faster as we both edge towards the point of no return.

Every inch of my smooth skin is tingling as his hairs rub against my skin. The sensation of being caressed by an older man is something I have dreamed of many times. My breath is quickening as I moan.

“I’m going to come.” I growl the words, breathless and panting as I thrust against him.

“So am I,” he whispers.

My legs tremble and my fingers dig into his waist as my cum shoots between us, I press my mouth into his shoulder to stifle my moans. He rams his cock against me, feeling the warmth of my cum with every push. He roars noisily as his body convulses into mine, his cock exploding, pumping thick, warm cum against my skin. His voice echoing around the shower room, I’m surprised nobody hears him, he was that loud. We both hold each other tight as we pant for breath.

After a while, he steps back from me and admires my cum-soaked body.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a few days now,” he says whilst trying to control his breathing.

“I’ve wanted it since I almost walked into you on Monday.”

He smiles at me. “You’re one sexy lad.”

“You’re a fucking hot daddy,” I reply as I rub the cum into my stomach. He laughs at me. “What’s funny?”

“Being called a daddy.”

“Sorry, don’t you like that?”

“It’s fine, it made me laugh to hear it.”

“Oh, okay.”

“We best get cleaned up or we will be late for work.”

I agree with him and we both shower off the sticky mess left by our session. We don’t speak much as we get dressed and Frank seems to rush out of the changing room.

“I’ve got to rush, see you in the morning,” he says as he leaves the changing room.

I stand and stare at the empty doorway; my insecurities mess with my mind as I wonder if he regrets what had happened. Well, tomorrow will tell, I say to myself, trying to calm my mind as I finish getting dressed. Either way, being with him was really great. I want more of him and hopefully, he wants more of me.

ERIC RELAYS THREE DAYS OF MAN SEX WITH BUTCH AT PENNSYLVANIA RANCH

MONDAY MORNING SEX AFTER BREAKFAST: STORY BY ERIC

After our incredible orgasmic sex on Sunday after my flight into Philadelphia (see Chapter 5), I woke up at 9:00 AM on Monday morning in Butch’s bed but he was no where to be found. Oh man, I needed to find him. I got out of bed and took a long hot shower and put on a pair of cut offs with a pair of flip-flops.

As I smelt food coming from the kitchen, I looked in and there was sexy Butch only in a pair of  sizzling hot tight blue Speedos and no shoes showing off his amazing bubble ass and a big bulge in his crotch. He was in the process of placing a huge great smelling breakfast on the table ready for me. As I approached, Butch grabbed me in a very sexy tight embrace  as our big hard cocks rubbed together inside our clothes covered crotches. Butch said: ” Good morning sexy, how did you sleep last night after my ramming that amazing pussy with my big pistol?” 

I placed a warm series of wet kisses on his red lips and replied: “Baby, I’ve never slept better. When I awoke, I missed having that awesome cock inside me.”

“Well Eric, lets eat this breakfast that I cooked just for you and then I’ll give you as much of my joystick as you want or can take.”

WOW, that made my ass pucker as I sat down to a huge wonderful breakfast horny as hell once again. I could not keep my hands off of gorgeous Butch’s body. I took off my flip-flops and began to use my feet to rub hard into Butch naked feet. As we were close to finishing breakfast, I ran my foot up his naked leg and touched his warm thigh, located that rock hard cock and used my foot to massage that pulsating dick. Butch became very aroused.  Then Butch stood up and took my hand leading me back to the bedroom with pure lust in his eyes. “Baby, Eric are you wanting my cock again up that eager ass?”

“Hell yes Butch, I’m yours.”

He reached into a desk and took out a sexy black blindfold and placed it around my head and over my eyes making everything totally dark. I felt him take hold of my hand and he led me out of the room as I felt outdoor air. Oh was I ever turned on. I could not see which enhanced my other senses.  He placed me down on my stomach on what felt like  a beach towel. Soon I heard a huge splash in the water, oh yea we were near the pool. Within two minutes, he had ripped off my clothes and I felt his naked wet body flop down on my back as he began to hump on top of me. I felt wet from the dripping water off his body. My whole body began to tingle while my cock became stiff as a board and my ass puckering wanting him inside me. I was driven wild with lust that was made greater by his total silence. My love for him was growing that was more than just sex that began to frighten me. I have always been a very independent guy with no long term commitments.

 It was not too long before he stopped humping me and got up. I felt his wet hands begin to massage my body. Soon he had those hands on my big buns and soon he shoved a couple of fingers deep in my pussy, located my prostate and gave me a thrill as he played with my swollen prostate. I bucked my ass up over and over filled with the desire to be fucked. But it was obvious that Butch was not yet ready to use his cock in me that sent the message he was teasing me causing me to become desperate for his huge cock. Oh my goodness, soon he began to use his warm tongue and wet lips to rim my throbbing juicy ass. I heard those sloppy sounds as he ate my ass as if he had not eaten in a week.  Filled with lust like never before, I begged my silent partner: “Oh fuck yea, eat my ass, please suck my pussy, that is it, yea that feels so good, does my ass taste good?”

I was even crazier for Butch and his awesome cock because he refused to answer me as he kept on wildly rimming and devouring my ass with that sweet mouth as he seemed to be horny as a wild bull after a big cow. I too was wild with the need for his cock. YEA WOW, then it happened  as I got the grand prize when I felt his stiff cock rip open my ass and that dick traveled deep in my waiting pussy. His red-hot balls touched my warm body while he continued to ram my ass with that pulsating leaking cock. He moved that stone hard rod in and out of my ass with growing speed as I moaned and grunted in pure delight for some 15 minutes unable to see what was happening but feeling pure pleasure. Then it was on as I felt his big organ swell inside me, he let out a loud grunt and holy shit, he released the biggest load of man seed I had ever received in my experienced ass. Slowly Butch pulled out that manhood and shoved that cum covered rod in my mouth as I sucked it clean. He took off the blindfold and we jumped into the pool to clean off.

NEXT MONDAY AFTERNOON SEX ON THE WALKING TRAIL

After we took a dip in the pool, we spent the morning  and early afternoon naked in his garden harvesting vegetables and picking peaches  that he made into two delicious pies. Butch, a great cook, prepared a tasty lunch. At 4:00 PM we got into our hiking clothes and put on backpacks for a walk on one of his favorite trails.  As I walked behind Butch noticing his amazing bubble ass swinging back and forth, I became wild for that body once again. He had me horny 24/7.

Peering at that tight ass for some two miles, lust over came me (noting new for me). I moved close, grabbed that juicy ass and took my other hand and groped his big crotch feeling his growing dick. That set Butch into motion: “Fuck Eric, you are always horny for my body. You want me to fuck you right here on the trail or at least suck cock, right?”  We took off our backpacks and clothes naked as a jay bird. Butch got a blanket out of his backpack, put it on the ground near the trail and we got down for yet more sex.

Horny as hell, we got into a 69-position as our cocks became totally erect. I felt Butch’s wet soft mouth encircle my throbbing cock and swallow my dick all the way down to the base. He began to deep throat my aching pistol as I took his big 7.5 inch wide girth manhood down my throat. I slid my tongue up and down that blood filled cock shaft with great speed hoping to milk him dry soon.

We sucked those hard cocks milking lots of precum into our mouths until holy shit we got caught by two hot guys in their early 20’s.  We came off those cocks with lightening speed and totally red faced.  One of the cute guys who was a sexy red head said: “Oh no don’t stop. Man this is hot.” Then he and the other sexy blond dude grabbed their crotches and began to unzip their pants. WOW, they pulled out huge at least 8-inch stiff cocks and began to jerk off.

Even hornier at that point we glared at the two sexy young men as Butch and I went back down on each other’s stone hard cocks. As we sucked each other off, the two horny sexy dues moved over us and began to masturbate as they encouraged us to keep sucking each other. Butch and I were at that point beyond desire to come. Soon I felt a powerful stream of ejaculate fill my mouth as I too erupted with a big load down Butch’s throat. While we were coming, it was only a couple of seconds before we felt a rain of ejaculate of those two hot guys’ semen deposited on our naked body. Then the two guys zipped up,  gave us big grins and and thumbs up and started down the trail holding hands. We were lucky and it was obvious to us that we had run into two horny gay dudes.

Covered in all that sticky sweet smelling juice, we used Kleenex to clean as best as we could, put on our clothes and backpacks and headed back to the ranch. We took off our semen stained clothes and put them in the washer and took a joint shower felling very good. It was then time for dinner.

TUESDAY FILLED WITH MORE MAN SEX AT BUTCH’S HOME 

After breakfast, Butch took me on a tour of the area  and lunch at a local restaurant. We returned to his place early afternoon still hungry for more sex. We seemed never satisfied and in need of more man sex. Butch had a great surprise for me. We went again to his bedroom (our sex den), stripped naked and he pulled out an awesome two-headed big black dildo. He had us lay down with our man pussies facing each other and our feet next to each other’s head ready to take that big dildo up our pussies. Butch rammed one end of the hard dildo deep in my ass and then he took the other end up his ass. We pushed our butts toward each other as we spent some ten minutes fucking  those puckering asses with great thrusts.

I became totally excited when Butch said: “Hey babe, you know I have only been fucked once and that was by your awesome cock. I want you to fuck me again right now.”

OMG I put Butch on his stomach, spread his sexy legs far apart, lubed his wonderful ass and my hard cock and filled with total lust shoved my aching cock deep in that almost virgin ass. Soon I felt Butch use his ass muscles to grip my stiff cock causing me to erupt with a river of ejaculate flooding that amazing ass for the second time ever in his pussy.   I pulled out my still semi-hard cock as my sticky cum ran out of his ass. I sucked it up and fed it to my fuck buddy.

TO COME: MORE MAN SEX ON TUESDAY AND WEDNESDAY AT THE RANUCH

I received a call from Jamal asking if I would like to workout with him after hours.  I said I would totally be into working out with him.

I arrived at the club at 9:45 just before closing.  Jamal greeted me with a gleem in his eyes and said get changed and we can start our workout.

We headed to the treadmills for our cardio and he looked at me and said wow you look hot, your workouts are really paying off.  I said your just looking at my ass and he came back with well your ass is part of your body.  We continued with small talk and then started running on the treadmill.  I was thinking to myself, boy this dude is so hot and not only is he going to fuck me tonight but I’m going to take his cherry.

For the next hour we got all our workout in and then headed to the wet area.  I said hey Jamal lets take showers and then I want to give you a full body massage as I’m really good with my hands.  Jamal looked at me and said baby I’m all yours so lets get in the shower and this time I want to wash your body from head to foot.  He started to wash my hair and massage my head and as he was doing this my eyes were on his rock hard cock.  It was really a thing of beauty, 9″ thick with that huge mushroom head that I love in a guy.   He then washed my chest, arms and back.  He then proceded to my ass tenderly washing my crack and fingering my rosebud, moving around to my cock and balls, down my legs and my feet.  He did this in slow seductive movements. I was dripping pre-cum like a faucet and he bent down and licked the crown of my cock mmmmm so good!!   I proceded to wash his body and then we headed to the massage room.

Jamal laid on his stomach and I placed a generous amount of oil on my hands and I started at his neck and down his back in very sensual moves, rubbing deep into his thick muscles.  After ten minutes or so I went down to his legs and feet. Jamal said I can’t believe how good you are at this.  Next, I hit his most erotic area which was he beautiful bubble black ass.  He skin was a deep golden brown and I started rubbing his globes as my mouth was watering and I was leaking pre-cum all over the table.  From there I started sliding my oiled hands up and down his ass crack and he softly moaned.  I continued and then started slowly rubbing in a circular motion his rosebud.   

By now I had Jamal in the palm of my hand.  I leaned down and started running my tongue up and down his crack, Jamal was now getting verbal and said YEAH BABY EAT THAN BLACK ASS.  His verbalization was getting me in an total erotic state.  I continued eating his man cunt and then pulled a dildo out of my gym bag.  I lubed up the dildo and just started rubbing it back and forth on his ass.  He said hey what are you doing my ass is virgin.  I said Jamal let me take you to a place you have never been before so just relax and trust me.

I started slowly pushing the dildo in his pussy and he started moaning but didn’t stop me. I then took the dildo out of his ass and went down on him eating his ass with a hunger I had never felt. Jamal said PLEASE PUT THAT DILDO BACK IN MY ASS WHITE BOY!!  I continued using the dildo on him but not fully penetrating him.

I told him to slide to the end of the table, I lubed up my cock and placed it at his entrance.  I said Jamal initially this is going to be painful as I enter you but believe me once I get past your sphincter and slowly enter you will find out what heaven is like, so as I push in you push out, which he did and I slid past his tight muscle.  He said wow please go slow.  I just stopped and let him get use to my size. Slowly I inched forward and began my decent into his tunnel.  I backed out and then dove back in again.  Suddenly Jamal said CODY THAT FEELS GOOD, KEEP GOING.  I began moving at a faster pace and then I hit his prostate FUCK CODY OH MY GOD RAM THAT COCK IN ME OH YOU FUCKER MMMMMM!!  

I told Jamal to get on his back and I got up on the table. I leaned down and took his huge cock in my mouth and deep throated that massive piece of meat.  CODY YEAH SUCK THAT BLACK COCK AND PLEASE STICK THAT WHITE COCK BACK IN MY CUNT. I said your wish is my command.

I re-entered his pussy and in one stroke drove my cock straight into his bowels and he howled like a wild animal. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK  that feels so good I’m going to cum and without even touching his cock he started shooting and I had never seen so much cum in all my life.  OH CODY BABY I LOVE YOUR FUCKING COCK IN ME MMMMMM.  I reached down and started licking his cum and I got a mouth full.  I kissed Jamal, and as he opened his mouth our tongues danced together sharing his sweet nectar. 

Jamal said wow you were right you did take me to heaven as I have never experienced anything like that.  I tell you Cody I love pussy, but this is beyond anything I have ever felt with a woman.  I said Jamal I love everything about the male body and guys know how to make exquisite love.  Now lets get in the whirlpool.

Jamal and I talked and he told me that because of the sex we had he felt this special bond between us and I said I felt the same way.  I went on to say that I had never had sex with a black dude, but I love your cock and fuck there is nothing like a black dudes ass.  If there were a contest for the best bubble butt you would win hands down and we both laughed.

Jamal looked at me reached over and kissed me with a tender kiss with those luscious lips and said Cody I need to fuck you.  I said there is nothing more that I want than that huge black cock in my ass.  We went back to the massage room and we sucked each others cocks and washed our balls with our tongues for a while and then Jamal rammed my ass with his massive cock.  The feeling was more than I can even explain, as he dove in, all I could say was FUCK ME JAMEL OH YEAH RAM THAT BLACK COCK IN ME AND BREED MY FUCKING ASS.  It didn’t take long before I blew my load all over the place and Jamal did the same filling my cunt with his hot cum.

The sex that Jamal and I had brought us close together in a bond of the ultimate friendship and love.  He said you fucking little white honky boy you took my virginity and I love you for it.

We made a pack that we would workout at least once a week and maybe even go out for dinner.

Isn’t man sex fucking great? 

THE NIGHT OF TEN ERECT COCKS SPEWING THEIR HOT STICKY SPUNK

After I had finished pounding Butch’s incredible hot tight ass and fed him my sticky cum around 2:30  PM on Tuesday and we had showered, Butch and I went out to relax at the pool still very horny for each other. There seemed to be no limit of our cum supply in our hot balls. Soon Butch began to pour some sweet massage oil all over my back as I lay on my stomach on a reclining chair at the edge of the pool. I felt horny Butch’s warm magic hands  go up and down first on my back, then around my big buns, inside my warm thighs,  around my puckering ass and finally service my feet. My cock stirred from his soft touch   and warm breath on my body. Holy fuck then he drove me crazy as he got down and used his sexy lips and tongue to lick the bottom of my feet and sucked on all ten of my toes. I’d never been more relaxed. Butch the perfect sensuous masseur knows how to milk any dude’s balls dry.

After some ten minutes of an awesome massage, Butch whispered in my ear:  “Baby let me milk all your remaining cum out of that throbbing cock before I have to get ready for the special party I’m throwing for you tonight. The catering company will arrive around 5:00 PM. You will get to meet four hot gay couples who are some of my best friends for a night of wild group sex.”

I felt my ass and cock throbbing at yet another possible on coming orgasm. Butch turned me onto my back and he began to slowly massage my balls and my hard cock using more sweet massage oil driving me wild for him. He used one hand to massage my balls and the other hand to masturabte my pulsating cock and after some ten minutes of erotic care to my balls and cock with those magic hands in went down on my cock and used his mouth to deep throat my aching cock. I lasted no more than two minutes when I shot a big load of jizz deep in his throat that he swallowed as he loves that cum milk. I went to take a shower and dress for that awesome party when I would meet all those hot guys.

But before I did that , I asked Butch: “Butch where is the party?”

“Eric baby, it is here and the caters will be here around 5:00 PM and the party will start at 6:30 PM. Just go rest and put on some of your sexiest clothes for the horny guys but especially for me.”

The hot sexy couples arrived just around 6:30 PM. The eight guys were fucking hot and arranged in age from 21 to 40. They all looked like they had just come from a photo shoot with the famous Play Girl magazine–wow were they ever sexy. My cock began to stiffen again, what a night it might be.

Butch introduced all the guys and we all hugged. Man they smelt so sweet with all that powerful seductive cologne. We had a great dinner thanks to Butch and the drinking went on until around 9:00 PM when Butch organized the music for a dance–Butch and I both love to dance. Butch had chosen a collection of romantic musical numbers as the dancing begin. It was a very hot summer night as the couples danced around the pool or on the patio. Soon the guys began to remove their shirts and shoes and it was not long until off came the pants with most of the guys only in a pair of Speedos or hot briefs as they danced melting into each other’s crotches as Butch and I were doing.

Butch held me very close as our stone hard cocks trapped in those briefs and my Speedos banged together throbbing from all that need to cum. I felt Butch’s smooth hairless chest cling to my warm almost hairless chest driving us both to pure lust.  Butch smelt so manly with his favorite cologne as he put his hands around my neck and I landed with my hands on his bubble ass that caused Butch to began softly kissing my puckering lips as we danced. Overcome with desire and lust yet again for Butch’s body, I opened my mouth wide inviting his warm tongue to the back of my throat. We wildly French kissed. I had never had a more amazing hot dance partner. He knew how to move with such grace across the floor while humping his big dick into my cock. Man I was in heaven.

The hot couples became more and more sexual as they embraced performing such magical dances. With the air filled with aromas of manly smells including testosterone levels off the chart, everyone took off their briefs or whatever remained of clothes and began to dance nude wildly humping each other.

Sex became the driving urge of all we guys. The couples got down on the surface of the pool or patio and began to either use the 69-position to suck cock or some of the guys chose to use their cock to plunge deep in his partner’s pussy. Sex was in full force. The moans, grunts and sloppy sounds filled the air. Butch and I were the only couple still dancing as he held me tight. Finally, Butch’s favorite song by Sam Smith “Fire on Fire” began to play that really turned Butch into a wild sex manic. He pulled down my Speedos and his red briefs  as our stone hard cocks had free range to battle each other that now we were stark naked.

At the end of the song, Butch and I were driven to make love and with no inhibitions even if the other guys watched  we were going to fuck like there was no tomorrow. Butch put me down on this wonderful colorful soft rug in the living room on my my back, spread my legs wide, lowered his full thick girth cock shaft and plunged that 7.5 inch pulsating cock deep in my pussy with one mighty thrust. He meant business. I’d never seen him so desperate to fuck my ass. And I’d never wanted more to be fucked hard than at that moment. He used great speed to jack hammer my eager ass going deep and back out over and over as I felt the veins in his cock pulsating against my as walls. Man it was so hot. The fuck was so incredibly powerful and so like an award winning porn flick that all the other couples stopped making love, came into the living room and began to cheer while watching Butch fuck the hell out of my worn ass as I jerked my own cock.

Soon the horny guys all moved up close to get a better view of the fuck scene and so turned on that they all began to masturbate their rock hard throbbing cocks as they stood over us. After some five minutes of this hot scene, Butch turned me over on to my stomach and drove that eager hard cock back deep in his favorite man pussy. He used his bubble ass and strong legs to drive that missile in and out of my pussy for the longest time as I bgegegd him not to stop. I had never enjoyed a cock inside me that much and with such an appreciative audience. I was so turned on watching all those hot dudes jerk  their amazing big leaking cocks . WOW what a porn flick this scene would make.

Butch’s fucking me with no mercy turned into some type of crowd pleasing sex performance as I begged: “OH HELL YEA, OH FUCK YEA, BREED YOUR BITCH, SHOW THOSE HORNY FRIENDS OF YOURS HOW A REAL MAN FUCKS HIS BITCH, YEA THAT IS IT, OH YOUR COCK FEELS SO GOOD IN ME. PLEASE COME IN ME, BREED ME AND SHOOT THAT LOAD DEEP IN MY PUSSY.”

My begging Butch so excited him, I soon felt his cock head swell deep in my pussy, his breath became short and he let out the greatest and most joyous sound any guy ever utters when he is about to come: “Hell yea guys I’m going to come in that man pussy. WATCH ME COME GUYS.”

Butch pulled that stone hard beating cock out of my ass and began to shoot his load on my ass and buns that cuased the other guys to one by one shoot their huge thick loads all over Butch and my bodies. WOW, the feel and smell of all that man seed on my body caused me to shoot my load on the rug. Oh fuck yea, the hot guys got down and took turns licking all that cum off us and enjoying a salty and sweet protein after dinner snack.

As the party finally ended and the guests had left, Butch and I had a hot shower and while in the shower sucked each other’s cock before we went to bed for some very needed sleep. 

NEXT: BUTCH WILL GIVE US A HOT CHAPTER–STAY TUNED.

I nervously waited in the Philadelphia International Airport baggage claim area for Angus Talbot to pass through from his return from three weeks in the Bahamas. That was half the time I’d been working for him, transferring from the Chicago office at his request. At twenty-five, I was in my first job following graduate school as a concept artist at a major architectural firm. I did artist renderings of big-ticket building projects my firm was working on. I was fully trained and licensed as an architect, having gotten my advanced degree from the University of Chicago, but my artist skills were the most in demand. I had financed my college by doing male modeling in Chicago. I hadn’t gotten back into that in Philadelphia yet, though.

I didn’t mind the wait itself in the airport. It was hot and steamy, nearly 100 degrees outside in this third week in August. But I was nervous about having been sent out to meet this plane. Talbot was a senior vice president in the Philadelphia office. He’d been in the Bahamas for three weeks helping to guide the construction of a hotel there. What I was nervous about, though, was what he’d revealed to me a week before he went out on this business trip. He’d said he’d asked for my transfer specifically because he wanted me to do more for him than paint concept pictures. He wanted me to lay down for him. Someone in the architecture department at the university had told him I would do that.

I’d laid down for men before. It’s hard for a male model to do that sort of work without doing so. The models are narcissistic to begin with to be that fussy with their bodies—and I certainly was—but laying down for photographers and commercial producers was pretty much a given in that business. One reason I’d accepted the transfer to Philadelphia, though, was to put that into my past—not the part of having sex with men, but the part of having it connected to getting work and being at the mercy of other men rather than choosing for myself.

Angus Talbot wanted me to be at his mercy. It wasn’t that he wasn’t a hunk and a half, which he was—in his early forties, but tall, handsome, and slender. There was a distinguished aspect about him, with the look of authority and gray-sideburned solidness of deserved self-confidence. It was that I didn’t want to be under anyone’s sexual control anymore. If he’d just waited a bit for me to get my bearings, I might have come to him willingly—but probably not, as I had promised myself I’d try to keep that out of the office.

I had avoided him in the week between his revealing how I had gotten to Philadelphia and what he expected from me and his departure for the Bahamas. But now he was back, and the office had directed me to pick him up at the airport. I half believed that he had told the office to send me so that I couldn’t avoid him anymore.

I did a double take when I saw Talbot enter the baggage claim area. For some reason he looked a lot sexier than he had before he’d left. Maybe I’d unconsciously adjusted to the idea of lying under him in the three weeks he’d been gone. He was walking like he owned the town and was deeply tanned and all sunny smiles when he saw me. I didn’t understand until later why I suddenly was taking notice of him.

“David,” he said, as he walked up to me, “It’s good of you to come pick me up. You’re looking good.”

“You’re looking great yourself, Mr. Talbot,” I said. “The Bahamas really suited you. That’s one deep tan you’ve got.”

“You’ve been getting a tan yourself,” he said. “And call me Angus. I trust we will be on close enough terms for that.”

“I’ve discovered the pool in my apartment building,” I answered. I didn’t think I was ready to talk about how close our terms would be.

“Sweet. An all-over tan?”

“It’s not that sort of apartment house pool,” I said, with a laugh. I only later found out why he’d asked that, and it made all the difference for me for the rest of the summer.

“You parked within a mile?” he asked, as he pulled his suitcase off the conveyer belt.

“I taxied. You live downtown. I didn’t think I’d be able to find a parking place near your place.” He lived on the eleventh-floor of a high rise on Rittenhouse Square that our firm had designed—a two-bedroom, all glass windows, corner apartment valued in the nearly $2 million range. I lived further out in a medium-rise studio apartment.

“You knew I’d ask you to come up to my apartment?” He flashed me a smile.

Apparently, I had, without thinking about it—and, beyond that, I apparently had decided I would. And that was before I’d seen him now, in the airport, and for some reason he’d made me go hard. “Uh, I guess so,” I said.

“So, you will come up to my apartment? You’ve thought about this?”

“Yes,” I said, “if that’s what you want.”

“Good boy,” he said, with a satisfied smile. I was falling in with his plans.

I hadn’t thought about much of anything else for the three weeks he’d been away. He placed his free hand on the small of my back to guide me as we moved out of the baggage claim area and to the taxi stand, and I did nothing to move away from him. He patted me on the ass and then squeezed it as I folded myself into the backseat of the taxi and had a hand high up on my thigh as the taxi drove us into the downtown area. As we cruised down a dimly lit street, he kissed me on the lips, and I let him. He took my hand as we kissed and put it on his basket. I’d just let him know he owned me and he was taking possession.

He fucked me on the sleek contemporary, gray-tweed sofa in his all-windows living and dining room combination. He’d first had me strip and pose and walk for him. He’d made references to me being a runway model before, and now he was cashing in on that. This is when I learned of his fetish. It’s also when I started being awakened to the reality that it was my own fetish as well. I’d been living in Chicago and concentrating on my graduate studies. It wasn’t really place for tanning. I hadn’t keyed into tanned bodies and tan lines as being erotic. But they were.

“Very nice,” he said. “You wear a Speedo at the pool?” He was sitting on the sofa. He had shucked off his shirt to show not only a muscular physique but also a deep, bronze tan. I found the tan arousing.

“Yes,” I said, realizing only at this point how good my tan was and that it revealed tan lines that showed that I wore the briefest of Speedos to the pool. It was a reflection of my having been a model; I had no trouble showing off my finely honed body.

“Come here,” he said, and that’s when I found out what a tan lines fetish was about. I walked over to him and he put an arm around my waist to hold me close in between his spread thighs, and used his other hand and his tongue to follow and play with the lines separating my tan from the areas the Speedo had covered: the curve of my buttocks, my lower groin, and a thin line around my hips. He’d taken his tie off and bound my wrists together behind my back with it—I could have easily gotten out the bonds physically, but not so easily emotionally. An earlier lover had taught me the totality of surrender of allowing yourself to be bound, if only nominally. He’d been cruel to me while bound, and I had melted to him like to no other to that point.

Angus hummed the pleasure of playing with the transition lines, letting me know that it was the tan lines that turned him on, and eventually moving his mouth to my cock and balls and sucking me off while he held me close, my wrists bound behind my back. I came for him there, and he laughed at my surrender to him.

Later I was on my back lying across the sofa, my head on the armrest, as he hovered over me, his knees on either side of my chest and his fists trapping my now unbound wrists while he fed his cock into my throat. He was naked now, too, and this was the beginning of the revelation that I shared his tan lines fetish. I guess I’d always had, when I then thought back onto the past. I’d always noticed when a guy I saw in the communal showers or the man on top of me showed tan lines or not. I just hadn’t consciously given thought to it before. It arose now, because Talbot spoke of the fetish and had worshipped my body in this context, and because of the disappointment I felt when he had stripped off his trousers. His torso was tanned—he’d obviously gone shirtless while working in the hotel under construction in the Bahamas, but he had worn long pants. His pelvis and legs weren’t tanned. I didn’t have the tan lines to explore and enjoy on his body that he had on mine. They were evident only at his waistline.

Still, when he moved down my body and between my spread thighs, and was inside me, slow pumping me, while his fingers were still tracing the tan lines on my body from where my Speedo hit, when I reached down to palmed his butt cheeks to hold him inside me as he thrust, I was well aware that I was palming alabaster-white cheeks while a bronze-tanned muscular chest was pressing into mine, and it gave me a little extra sexual charge as he fucked me to his ejaculation.

* * * *

“Take a vacation to the ocean on the office tab,” Angus said, smiling at me. “You haven’t been to the ocean here on the East Coast yet, have you? And we’re so close here.”

“No, sir, I haven’t,” I answered. “Does the office pay for beach vacations though?” What I wanted to say was did the office pay Angus’s prostitute fees, because he certainly was making me feel like I was a prostitute for him. He’d put me together with a couple of select clients. He’d fucked me twice more in his apartment since he’d returned from the Bahamas, during which he’d complimented me on my deepening tan from visits to my apartment pool. The third time he called me to his apartment, he had a client there, who fucked me on Talbot’s bed while he watched. Twice after that he just had me appear at a hotel room where a client was waiting for me.

Talbot had been sunning himself at his pool too, obviously wearing a Speedo as skimpy as mine was. He was developing tan lines that affected me in a way that assured me that I had the same fetish he did.

“We have some buildings going up in Trenton, New Jersey, that we need inspected and sketched. I’ll send you there and you can extend on the Jersey shore on the office dime for a few days when you’re done in Trenton. Go to a Jersey beach. Work on that tan of yours.”

And that, of course, was his motivation for giving me an expense-paid beach vacation. He wanted me to maintain a tan with lines that fed his fetish. I didn’t turn the offer down.

* * * *

The beach at the old resort town of Cape May, New Jersey, proved to be the ideal place to explore my new-found sexual fetish. There was a public bathhouse on the beach, right on Beach Avenue at the foot of South Broadway at the western end of the town beach, that served my purposes ideally. And this was a time of year—the last week in August—where guy’s tans were finely honed. Mine was. I had great tan lines from my minimalist Speedo that showed my body off to pelvis and butt-highlighting perfection for any guy so interested.

I checked into one of those old Victorian-style gingerbread-trimmed hotels between where Madison and Philadelphia Avenues opened onto Beach Avenue at its eastern end. The old hotels in this area were so impressive in their period flamboyance that I spent the morning sitting and sketching them.

In the afternoon I walked down the length of the promenade to the other side of the beach, small bag in hand, carrying two beach towels and my personal items, including two copies of my room card and, with hope, a string of condom packets and tube of lube. At the western end of the beach I settled down on the boardwalk side of where some hunky guys were playing beach volleyball. They were all guys about my age, with body-builder physiques, most with good features, and all a golden brown. They were playing just in swim suits, several of them in Speedos as skimpy as the one I was wearing. The game was been played in a desultory manner that indicated they were there more to be ogled than to compete in a game.

One of the guys, a beautiful Nordic blond, kept looking over at me. When I stood and stretched, which caused the waistband of my Speedo to dip enough to show my tan line at the waist, I saw his eyebrows go up and he smiled. Not long after that he called over to me and invited me to join them at the volleyball net, which I did. He introduced himself as Jack, a local, and he brought me onto the line next to him. It was an active game, one I knew how to hold my own in, and I was as aggressive to the ball as he was, which involved a lot of body contact between us, but a lot of success in our play as well.

When the game wound down, we all went our separate ways, but, in looking around, I saw that Jack was standing near the top of the beach, on the boardwalk, near the public shower building, his duffel bag in hand, and looking at me. When he could see that I spotted him, he stood there for a minute, the two of us eyeing each other, until he seemed sure I was watching him. Then he turned and walked to the shower building. There, beside the building, he turned again and looked at me before walking around the side and, presumably, into the building.

I got it—or at least what I assumed he was signaling. I picked up my stuff and walked up to and into the shower building. For several minutes Jack and I were the only ones in the men’s communal shower. We were both naked. We were both in erection, so there wasn’t much doubt we were both interested—and in each other. His tan lines were as perfect as the ones I had been developing. His pelvis was alabaster white, showing off a huge erection, curly blond pubes, hollows under his hips, and bulbous butt cheeks. His tan was a golden brown, his torso muscular and cut, his thighs muscled like a cyclist’s would be.

We stood next to each other, three-quarters facing, soaping up and at the ready to turn from each other at the hint of someone else coming into the shower. Jack made the first move, reaching out and tracing the tan lines below my belly and just above my trimmed black, curly pubic bush. He was familiar, at least, with the fetish. It was meaningful to me in those terms that he had touched me along the tan lines before touching my cock. I groaned and reached out for him in the same matter. We got to fingering each other’s cocks, pushing the hoods back over the bulbs, when we heard someone else coming into the shower and both turned and went upon normal business of rinsing off and going into the dressing room and toweling off, each of us watching the other as we did.

I had shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals in my bag. I changed into those. Jack had the same and, dressed, we stood there, eyeing each other for some twenty seconds. He’d made the first moves until now. Would he do so again? There was an aching question out there. He knew it too, though.

“I’m exclusively a top,” he said.

“Perfect,” I responded.

“You want to go for a drink?” he asked.

“Sure.” I wanted more than that, but he wouldn’t have pinned down the position each of us preferred taking in sex if this wasn’t leading to having sex.

“There’s a bar called the Martini Beach nearby at Beach Avenue and Decatur.”

“I’ve heard of it,” I said. And I’d had. Angus Talbot had recommended it to me—a gay bar—when he’d told me what hotel to book at.

The bar was on the second floor. Jack told me there was another floor above that, with private rooms, that we could visit if I wanted to. There weren’t many in the bar, all men.

“The place comes alive from happy hour on,” Jack said, as he slid behind the bar and got us two beers. He’d been greeted by most of the men when we came in.

“Yes, I work here,” he said to my quizzical lift of an eyebrow. “Only part time and only in the summer months. I come to Cape May for the suntan, which I think you’ve already picked up on, but I don’t live here permanently. I like to tan with a Speedo on and I like it when others have, like you. I think maybe you understand why.”

“Yes, I understand. I agree,” I answered. “So, this isn’t your regular job?”

“No. I work most of the year in Philly and around the country from there. I’m a personal trainer for the Philadelphia Flyers, the pro ice hockey team.”

“So, fry in the summer and freeze in the winter.”

“Something like that,” he said and we both laughed. Mine was a little forced, though, and he noticed that I had cooled a bit. I noticed that he noticed and covered for my real concern.

“Then your tan can only be enjoyed in the summer and then not until you’ve developed it?” I asked.

“We have tanning booths in the team workout area. A tan—with tan lines—is something I keep up with all year round.”

“Oh, good,” I said. And then I broached my concern, coming at it from the side. “I live in Philadelphia myself. Just moved there from Chicago. I’m a junior architect, working for a big firm.” I didn’t name the firm.

“Oh, that’s good,” he said, but I discerned a new reserve coming from him as well. I was glad to hear it, though, and took a stab at clearing it all up.

“I don’t like to have my fun, like this, where I live and work, though. I like to keep it casual and away from Philadelphia.”

“Good to hear,” he said. “Me too. I try not to have casual sex in Philly.” And with that we were back on track to hooking up. Neither one of us was looking for something more permanent out of a meeting like this when we got home.

“So? A tour of the upstairs now?” He asked. “Or another beer?”

“Or maybe this,” I said, taking one of my room keys out of my bag and sliding it across the bar toward him. “More privacy maybe. It’s the Oscar. Do you know it?” I told him the room number.

“Everyone in here knows the Oscar,” Jack said, sliding the key card off into his palm. And there’s every reason why guys came in here would know the hotel. It was in the main line of the Victorian-style behemoths on Beach Avenue between Madison and Pennsylvania. It was tucked into the shadow of one of the largest hotels, the Grand Hotel, and probably was thought by most to be part of that hotel. Both were painted the same shade of white, probably at the same time. The Oscar, which I surmised got its name from Oscar Wilde, mercifully was overlooked by most because it wasn’t as flamboyantly decorated with curly-que trim work as the Grand Hotel was. Catering to gay men, it tried to keep a low profile while still offering a view of the beach and sea. My room, tucked in the corner of the mansard attic, had the view, but neither Jake nor I took advantage of it.

We took advantage of each other.

* * * *

When Jack came into my room, I was naked and on the bed, my cheek and chest pressed to the sheet, my tail lifted, on my knees, the knees planted at the edge of the mattress at the foot of the bed, my butt pointed at the door from the corridor. I was ready for him, in a “take what you want” position. I could hear the soft rustle of his T-shirt and shorts as he stripped them off and then his breathing as he came up between my spread legs. I felt his hands on my hips.

And then, before anything else, I felt his fingers tracing the tan lines around my lower back and upper thighs. His hands went down and around me following the tan lines to my lower belly and the curve of my upper thigh into my torso. As he traced these lines, his lips and tongue went to tracing the tan lines at my back as well.

A hand came in under me between my legs and he was fingering my cock and balls, and then my hole, thumbing it, worrying the rim, coaxing it to pucker and open for him, which it did. I was panting and trembling and his breath was getting heavier, more jagged. He began slowly milking my cock with one hand while the other roamed about, following the tan line, returning to my hole.

I shuddered after an eternity. “If you don’t stop that . . . I think I’m going to—”

“Yes, I want you to. Come for me. We have all day.”

Trembling and with a little cry and a long sigh, I shot a load.

Jack gave a low laugh. “Sweet. Good. Now give me attention.”

He put his hands on my sides under my arm pits and turned me onto my back with my head arched over the foot of the bed. I let him move me into the position he desired. The bulb of his erection was at my lips and I let him in and work his way into my throat. I couldn’t see where his tan lines were, but I had memorized where they hit while we were in the beach bath house. I moved my hands to his waist and then traced where I would expect the tan lines to be with my fingers while I deep-throated his shaft as he faced fucked me with it.

He came up onto the edge of the mattress on his knees, and leaned over my body, and for a few minutes we were sixty-nining and playing each other with our fingers. He didn’t let me suck him off. He reversed position above me, and I moaned and stroked myself off as me now traced the tan lines on my belly with the bulb of his cock, holding it in his hand and moving in back and forth across the tan line, dragging it through his precum. With a jerk and a little cry, I came again in my hand.

He put me back in the same position I was in when he entered the room. He stood behind me between my calves. I heard the snap of the condom being position on his cock. Then his hands were gripping my waist, his bulb was pressing at my hole.

And then he fucked me.

Later, when we were lying on the bed, both looking at the late afternoon shadows from the window playing on the sloping ceiling of the room, I began to fret a bit. I had enjoyed it—much more than I thought I would. It was better than any other casual sex I’d had. The fetish of playing the tan lines added arousal and satisfaction to the fuck. He was good at it. He was my age or younger. I was used to older men. He had ridden me virtually into the sunset, with vigor and sustaining power.

I had been fucked.

What now, though? Would he roll off the bed, tell me something that would let me think it was as good for him as it was for me—or, worse, not comment on it at all? Would he shower, closing the door to the bathroom, come out dressed, and tell me to have a good time for the rest of my vacation, making no effort to set up another hookup or take my cell number, and then just leave?

As I was thinking this, he rolled over and sat on the side of the bed.

“That was one hell of a good lay,” he said. He turned to me and let his fingers play at the tan line on my lower belly.

My spirits soared and then swooped down again. We’d already established this was just a here and now hookup, no more. But that was before he’d fucked me.

“Let’s shower and then go back to the Martini Beach,” he said. “I have to work a couple of hours, but you wouldn’t get bored. They have a tan lines contest going tonight. I think you should enter. You’d do well.”

“You really think so?” I asked.

“I really think so,” he answered.

“Well, even if I don’t get in the contest, I’d be happy to see what the life is like here at the beach at night.”

He got off the bed and went into the bathroom. He didn’t close the door. He pissed in the toilet and then I heard the shower start. A few seconds later he appeared at the bathroom door. “Well, are you coming? I thought you understood we’d shower together—and mess around some more.”

My spirits soared again. Messing around was Jack fucking me up against the tiled wall of the shower, under the cascading water, my knees hooked on his hips.

I did enter the tan lines contest, which was done completely in the nude to get the full effect of the contrast between tanned and not tanned. I took third place. It was obvious that some other guys lived at the beach here and took tanning very, very seriously. I think I did as well as I did because I was new to the clientele at the bar.

Afterward, Jack and four other guys showed me the upstairs of the club. There were rooms for playtime. One was big enough to hold all six of us, all having glorious tans and quite satisfactory erections, all of which got quite a workout. There were only two bottoms to four tops, so I and another guy got worked hard.

When I woke the next morning, I was in a double bed with mussed-up sheets in an unfamiliar bedroom. The sound of the shower starting in the adjacent bathroom must have been what woke me. The door was open, and as I was rubbing my eyes and bringing them into focus, Jack, naked, appeared at the bathroom door. “Good, you’re awake. I thought we’d shower together again.”

He was still drying off in the bathroom, when I came out and reached down for my T-shirt and shorts, laying in a pile by the bed. We’d already settled that he was late to go somewhere and that I could go ahead and leave.

“I should get out on the beach sometime today,” he said from the bathroom while I dressed. “We’ll see each other there.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said. On impulse I took something from my wallet and slipped into his wallet in the pocket of the shorts he had left by the bed the previous night. I had ascertained this was his room for the summer and it was a short three-block walk back to the beach.

I sat on the beach most of the day, watching the muscled-up studs go by and another volleyball game be played. There weren’t as many deeply tanned guys out on the beach this day as there had been the previous one and it got overcast in the afternoon, so I went back to my room and sacked out. I’d gotten quite a workout the previous day. I didn’t see Jack on the beach, he didn’t come to find me in my room, and he wasn’t at the Martini Beach that night.

I did hookup with a black guy at Martini Beach who said he’d seen the tan line competition the previous night, and I did bring him back to my room. He was a bull and liked my mouth work, and he fucked me. It was a good fuck, but, of course, there was no tan line fetish involved, and I was becoming obsessed with that.

Two weeks later, in Philadelphia, on a Saturday afternoon, Jack called me on my cellphone. What I had slipped into his wallet was a note saying, “It doesn’t have to end if you don’t want it to,” giving my full name, cellphone number, and address in Philly.

“Hi, it’s me, Jack, from the Cape May beach weekend. Do you remember—?”

“I don’t think I could forget you, Jack,” I said.

“You forgot your third-place trophy,” he said. “I found it in my bedroom. I could send it to you . . . or maybe bring it over.”

“Now, can you come over now? I know we both said we weren’t interest in casual, but . . .”

“I could do that, yes,” he answered. “Who says it has to be casual?”

My sentiments exactly.

“I’m on the fourth floor. Turn left off the elevator, and I’m the last door on the left. The door will be unlocked. I think you know where to find me after that.”

I was a realist. I knew I was at the beck and call of my boss, Talbot, but I could retain a bit of control. I could have Jack and anyone else I wanted on the side—as long as we enjoyed the same fetishes.

I watched for him from a window and when I saw him enter the building, I went to the entry door and unlocked it and slit it open. Then I went into the bedroom, climbed up on the bed, on my knees, butt facing the bedroom door, cheek and chest pressed to the sheets, and waited for Jack to find and mount me.

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WOW I cannot believe it has been four years since I have contributed a story to the group.

To be honest of have been caught up in life and enjoying some things but as I get older and realize maybe I should share more. I would have to say I try to comment on everyone’s stories on here because sometimes it is not as easy to write as one would think. I have to say I have a guilty pleasure of reading Callibans stories, he is interesting but to name a few.

This memory however falls between Chapters 2 and 3 so I guess you kind of could, call it chapter 3.5.

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So at the tail end of my years in High School, I had become more adventurous and wanting to explore my sexuality so to speak. I discovered this amazing thing called playing hookie or actually skipping a Friday afternoon when we had mandatory sports.

Thanks to my good friend Ricky he was from a separated family and his dad was always at work on Fridays he taught me how to actually do the deed, without getting caught.

This one Friday I actually did not spend time with Ricky I went to my favorite place Swanbourne Beach. This was the time I actually met Adrian, now Adrian was a stunning looking man an amazing body with a tight six pack and very little to no body hair and this guy had an impressive cock, the first time I met him I was in awe. Like seriously here was this man very handsome well endowed with a shock of wavy black hair he was interested in me.

I remember the first time he laid near me well actually closer than most would.

Hey mate you mind if I join you?

Sure I motioned him to lie beside me. He started off with the general questions, what was I doing at the beach on a Friday afternoon etc, I was honest with him and told him the truth I was cutting school. He raised his sunglasses up and looked at me with the most piercing blue eyes I have ever seen.

Really? He asked, and why?

At that time I was not smart about flirting and blurted the honest truth that I was fascinated about guys and had recently had fun in the dunes. He looked at me with a sparkle in his eye, then glanced down to my cock….. Hmmm with an uncut cock like that I would expect so he stated.

Christ I must have blushed 15 shades to total RED.

Of course uncut cock was rarely seen in Australia at the time, little was I to know that for some guys it was a turn on.

Embarrassed I rolled over onto my stomach after all it was a sore point for me. Adrian shuffled a little closer…. And whispered don’t hide it I want to see it… I rolled over onto my right hip and showed him my hard cock (I mean seriously this man was amazing and I was horny as all hell!).

At the time I was only about six and half inches still had an inch to grow but still thick. He looked around to make sure was no one was looking and grabbed by hard cock, as he rubbed my foreskin as he pulled it back he made sure to rub his thumb over my cock head, spreading my precum across the tip. By this time I was almost convulsing with lust, few men had played with my cock and I had only ever fucked one guy, so in basic words I was a loose trigger.

Adrian rolled over on his side exposing his incredible cock hard and leaking. As we faced each other he asked do you like me playing with your cock? Through clenched teeth I stated the obvious yes! He then looked at me and asked Wantta go up into the Dunes?

If you read Chapter 1 of this story this was not long after meeting Grant. I agreed with Adrian to go up to the dunes, we gathered our things and I did the best I could to cover my cock with my towel and belongings, but in retrospect I guess everyone knew what we were planning. As we made our way up the dunes Adrain leading I could not help but see his muscular ass spreading and exposing his ass hole to me.

To be honest I thought I was going to finally lose my anal virginity as we climed up to those dunes,

After we reached the top, I was a little out of breath Adrian pushed forward, come on he said let’s find somewhere private. At first I did not understand until I realized there were guys all around us. Some as singles others as couples in the little alcoves with brush and spartan growths, most where sunning however some of the couples I noticed, were actually involved in sexual activity.

As Adrian moved forward I was surprised at the amount of activity going on around us. He moved further away from the beach deeper into the dunes. By this time my hardon was waning. I was a little out of breath and wondering where we were going.

Finally he found a spot that he felt was secluded and I threw my towel next to his.

Will this do I asked?

For sure mate no one comes this far back… he stated.

As we laid back onto our towels he looked around to see if we were alone. Basically by this time I was just kind of happy to get a mutual jerk off, after all the travel through the dunes. I offered the water I had and he said sure he would take it.

I enjoyed the heat and the non movement for awhile as much as I enjoyed this sexy man company, I was grateful to relax.

Then I felt a wet warm lick on my balls as a looked down Adrien was crouched down between my raised legs licking at my balls, I instantly went into hard on mode my skin pushing back quickly leaving my head exposed. He raised his tongue slowly from my balls to the base of my cock, I shuddered leaning my head back and thrusting my groin upwards as his tongue slide up my shaft to the top of my crown, he enveloped my cock head swirling his tongue around teasing my head.

As the groans escaped my lips I arched my hips higher impaling his mouth deeper onto my cock, I felt the drool of his spit escape the bottom of his mouth sliding down my stalk to my balls.

I had never so felt turned on in my life as he slid his mouth hungrily up and down my shaft, briefly stopping to amount an assault on my cock drooling massive amounts of spit onto mt my cock head. As I arched my hips higher he grabbed my butt cheeks in each of his hands massaging them and teasing me.

God I knew I was about to BLOW, he sensed it and eased off, under the canopy of the shrubs we were secluded I felt cheated however my youth made me not want to complain, although I greedily knew I want to cum!

I felt his hard cock rubbing against my asshole with the spit that had dribbled across my balls from my shaft thinking and wondering is this time I lost my virginity? I arched back expecting him to take it but I was in dread and fear, but also in excitement….

Was this going to be it? I wondered in a sex lust.

As he slid across my body moving up and dropping my legs, I was not sure what his intent was until he moved and the next thing I knew he was straddling my stomach, his hard cock was inches from my mouth and face as it drooled his own excitement, I knew from previous experience giving head was not a good thing for me as I gagged and almost lost it, in some ways it felt dirty and unclean.

However I was entranced by this hard Cobra weaving in front of me I could see the head flared back and almost sense its eyes glaring at me, taking the bull by the horns so to speak. I opened my mouth and took the engorged head into my mouth. It did not feel as bad as previous experiences and Adrian seem to sense that as he allowed me to take his cock at my own pace.

Then by surprise Adrian begged me to spit on his cock and allow it to slide down his balls.

As my spit drooled down his expansive meaty cock he gathered it up and spread it around his balls. More he begged I thought I would run dry, however I was enjoying it too much to realize what he was actually doing.

Unbeknownst to me he was taking my spit and running it from his balls and spearing on his fingers, expertly massaging his ass, inserting a finger at a time. As he leaned forward to kiss me he slowly moved his body down me spreading his knees and then I felt it his tight ring touching my cock head, at first I was confused until he reared his head back and groaned.

Then with all his might he pushed back on my cock sliding it deep inside him! At first I was alarmed with his his first yell until I realized he was yelling with enjoyment as he rode my cock, I just lay there not sure what to do until he took my hands and pressed them against his nipples, then all of a sudden a light bulb went off in my head…… Oh he wants me to play with his nipples to which I tweaked and turned although let’s be honest I did not have a clue how to please him…. For him it did not seem to matter as he rose up and down on me…. Yeah buddy give me that uncut cock deep, he exclaimed riding my cock.

I did not know why Adrian kept referring to my uncut cock but I know for sure I was sure enjoying every second of it. As he bounded up and down I watched his hard cock amazingly getting harder his cobra head was flaring dangerously and the pre-cum was drooling out his cock almost non stop by now!

I reached up and grabbed his cock as he rode me the slipperiness made my hand slide up and grab his glans, at that precise moment he blew, and his ring clamped around my cock ringing it tightly, I was so turned on I lost and blew at the same time.

As he spew cum all over my chest I unloaded deeply within him, I just could not help it he was so amazingly hot!

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Distant muffled shouts and a faint clanging pulled me up from the depths of sleep.

I opened my eyes and the bright sunlight streaming through the half-open curtains nearly blinded me. I groaned and heaved onto my front, half burying my face in the pillow.

I lifted my head and realized I wasn’t in my bed. Huh? I turned onto my side and gazed around the room. It took me a few seconds to remember that I was at Jon’s parents’ house and that this was the guest room. 

I rolled onto my back and threw the sheets off. Why was I naked and what was all this gunk all over my stomach and chest? I ran my hand across my belly; it felt tacky and gummy. I sniffed it. Wha– the events of last night began to tumble into place. Oh shit. Jon had invited Ja–

Grunts and what sounded like chains rattling drifted down from upstairs and I sat bolt upright. What the hell? Realization hit me full force– Jon!

I jumped out of bed, immediately regretting the action. My head throbbed and I was sore from head to toe and everywhere in between. E-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e. Ohhhhhhh… fuck!

The Levi’s I’d worn Friday night were draped over the chair and I reached for them, pulling them on, not bothering with underwear. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and, verifying it still had a charge, slipped it into my back pocket. Then I rifled through my overnight bag and found my Glock. I didn’t know if Jason and Austin were still in the house, and if they were, whether or not they were armed.

I stepped into the hall, gun at low ready, safety thumbed off, and cleared each room on the first floor before I made my way upstairs. The noises were louder now – more frantic – and were coming from Jon’s bedroom. My gut told me Jason and Austin were gone so I rushed to the room… and froze in the doorway.

It was just like my dream from Friday night, except it was Jon trussed up instead of me. His legs were spread about three feet apart in a “V” formation, cuffed in leather bindings that were attached to a metal rod that hung suspended by a chain from the bed’s wrought iron canopy at a 45 degree angle. His arms were pulled up in the air, wrists similarly cuffed and fastened to the canopy. My eyes were immediately drawn to his exposed armpits and the tangled forest of sweat-matted hair, and I had to make myself focus.

His black Calvin Klein briefs – the pair he’d been wearing since Friday morning and that he’d shot at least one load into – had been pulled over his head like a mask, the cum-crusted pouch covering his nose and mouth. He was wearing my underwear and there was what looked like a tail attached to the seat of the briefs. However, when I stepped closer, I saw that the tail actually protruded from a small slit cut into the fabric and was part of a butt plug. Holy shit! Jon had a butt plug in his ass!

“Jon!”

He went still, then started to frantically pull at his bonds, his head thrashing back and forth as his muffled voice cried out. “Kehin?! Keh?”

I set my gun down on the nightstand and pulled the underwear off his head. He was wide-eyed, hair disheveled, face matted and crusty. Dried tears streaked his face, leaving track marks in the caked cum and spit. There was a gag in his mouth.

“Easy,” I said as I dropped the briefs and reached around his head to unbuckle the strap that held the gag in place.

“Kevin,” he gasped when I eased the long rubber penis from his mouth. He worked his jaw. “What the fuck?! What the hell happened?”

I stood and freed his arms and he gratefully shook them out and then began rubbing them. I moved to undo the leg restraints and gently lowered his shaking limbs. The briefs he was wearing were sopping wet with cum but I couldn’t tell if it was pre-cum or if he’d actually shot a couple of loads into them. The thin white cotton was nearly translucent and I could see not only his erection, but his circumcision scar as well. 

“There’s” – I cleared my throat – “a, um… butt plug–”

“I feel it,” he groaned as he rolled to his side and reached for it. “Ouch! Oh fuck, can you get it out, Kev?”

“Um…” I wasn’t sure what the protocol was to remove a butt plug from your partner’s ass. I touched it gently.

“Stop,” Jon gasped, pain creasing his face. “It hurts.”

I peered closer and noticed the skin around his hole was dry. I turned to the nightstand and saw it was cluttered with condoms, lube, and a bottle of poppers. 

“I’m going to use some lube,” I said as I reached for the tube of Astroglide. “Get up on all fours.”

Jon did as he was told but his arms were weak and he ended up collapsed onto them, his ass high in the air and the white briefs stretched tautly across those firm globes. The pink tail wagged with every move he made. 

I pulled my phone out of my back pocket, silenced it, and snapped a picture. Yes, I was going to hell.

I squeezed some lube onto my fingers and gently dabbed at the base of the rubber plug, coating it as well as I could along with the tender skin of Jon’s well-fucked, abused hole.

When I felt it was sufficiently greased, I touched the butt plug and Jon instantly clenched. “You need to relax,” I said as I stroked his flank to gentle him.

“Fucking easy for you to say,” he snapped, his face screwed up in a grimace. “You’re not the one with a Titan missile crammed up his ass.” I thought back to last night when Austin had fucked me with his own Titan missile and I almost said something. 

Jon glanced at the bedside table. “Give me the poppers.”

“What?”

“I said, give me the fucking poppers!” I could see the pain etched in his face, the deep furrows in his forehead, and I grabbed them, scrambling to uncap them. I put them to his nose but he held his hand out for them. “Give them to me,” he ground out, his tone harsh.

I nodded and placed them in his hand. He immediately took a long snort and then another. I remembered his reaction to them last night – fuck, was it only last night? – and when I saw them begin to take effect I gently eased them from his grasp, coaxed him into a couple more hits, and put them on the stand.

I squirted a bit more lube onto the butt plug and then began to gently move it back and forth trying to dislodge it.

“Ohhhhh…” Jon moaned and I saw his eyelids flutter and his eyes roll up into his head.  “Fuck…”

I continued to lightly rock the plug from side to side, and every time I tried to pop it out, Jon would groan and sigh.

“More,” he breathed out. “Poppers.” The hell?

This time he let me hold the bottle and he just inhaled. Oh fuck, but this was hot. 

I took a sniff for myself and something inside of me took over. I put the bottle back to Jon’s nose and he readily inhaled, deeply. Then I tapped at the base of the butt plug, causing it to vibrate in Jon’s hole.

“Oh,” he gasped. “Fuck. Yes.”

I tapped on the plug a few more times and then began to move it back and forth, in and out, gently fucking him with it under the guise of removing it. He grunted and groaned and asked for more.

Fuck!

“Ungghhh,” he moaned lowly as he began to shudder and I knew he was cumming. Holy shit. As he wailed and groaned, I popped the butt plug out and dropped it on the bed. Jon collapsed onto his side.

I let him gather himself for a couple of minutes and then helped him to his feet. “Let’s get you into the shower so you can clean up.” His legs were shaky and his knees buckled twice, but I wrapped my arm around his waist and held him close to me. 

I opened the glass doors to the large walk-in shower and turned the taps on. Then I lowered Jon’s briefs, my jaw dropping when I saw his pubic bush had been shaved off. The hell?! I slipped my hand down the front of my jeans… Fuck! I was shaved bare as well!

I didn’t say anything to him as I eased him onto the built-in shower bench, getting soaked in the process. When I stepped back he looked up at me and I gestured for him to get cleaned up. “I’m going to see if I can find some aspirin or pain relievers.”

I stepped out of the shower and closed the door. I grabbed a towel and dried off as I went down the hall to Jon’s parents’ bedroom. I rummaged through their medicine cabinet and found extra strength Tylenol and — bingo.

I returned to Jon and did my best to keep my gaze averted as he slowly bathed, washing the cum, spit and filth off his skin. He looked shell-shocked, shaking and twitching every few seconds as another memory surfaced. My heart broke every time I saw his face twist up, and at that moment I knew I could gleefully strangle Jason. Beat him to death with a smile on my face and a song in my heart.

I was caught up in my thoughts and it took me a while to notice that Jon was sitting on the bench again with his head in his hands. He wasn’t moving, just staring at the floor, watching the water sweep down the drain. I opened the door and turned the water off. I wrapped him a large, fluffy bath sheet and helped him step out of the shower. I put the toilet seat down and had him sit while I towel-dried his hair.

“Here,” I said as I handed him the pills and poured a glass of water for him. “These should make you feel better.”

He palmed the pills and tossed them into his mouth. “Thanks,” he said in a small, hollow voice after he drained the glass.

I helped him to his feet and wrapped a dry towel around his waist. I held his arm and walked him out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, and down the hall to his parents’ bedroom. I pulled the sheets back and sat down with him. We were quiet for several minutes and I could feel him withdrawing.

“I’m sorry, Jon,” I finally said. He nodded but didn’t say anything. “I’m so fu–”

“Why am I so tired?” he interrupted.

I averted my gaze.

“Kev?”

“I gave you an Ambien.”

“What?” he snapped. “You fucking drugged me?”

I sighed. “Jon, you’re upset–”

“You’re fucking right I’m upset! You drugged me.”

I put up my hands. “You have every right to be upset, but you’re exhausted. You need to get some rest.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?!”

“Jon,” I said in a placating tone. “Jon.”

“Fuck you!”

I was silent for what seemed like an eternity, then, “Jon.”

“Fuck. You.” He bit off each word, jaw clenched. We sat in silence again for about a minute. I felt defeated. I’d misstepped, badly. I stood to leave.

“Okay,” I said finally.

“Kev,” he said suddenly, grabbing my hand almost desperately. I didn’t look at him. Couldn’t. “Please don’t go. Please.”

“Okay,” I said quietly. “I won’t.”

“Okay.”

I found a pair of sleep pants in the dresser and helped him into them. “Sleep for a bit,” I said. 

“Yeah, okay,” he acquiesced as he crawled under the covers. “Thank you.”

I pulled a chair next to the bed, sat down, and pulled out my phone.

“Kev?” he said a few minutes later, his voice thick with exhaustion. I glanced up and the look on his face just about devastated me. 

“Yeah?” I managed to rasp out.

“I’m really– sorry.” His voice broke on the last word.

I got out of the chair and slid under the covers next to him. “Shhh,” I said as I took him in my arms. “It’s okay.”

He nodded into my shoulder, sniffling a couple of times as his shoulders shook and shuddered. I didn’t let go until I felt him drift off to sleep, a dead weight in my arms.

I eventually eased out of the bed, covered him and switched the lights off. Back in the downstairs guest room, I stripped off and stared at my bare crotch for a long time. What the hell. My cock looked bigger and I wondered how I was going to explain this to Kristen.

I stepped into the shower. The hot spray felt good and I braced myself with one arm against the wall as I hung my head and let the water cascade over me as I recalled the events of the previous night, replaying them over and over. I turned and let the water beat down my back and sluice over the crack of my ass. I began to jack off, slowly at first, but increased my pace, and soon I had two fingers in my ass, finger-fucking myself as I masturbated. Moments later I arched my back and roared as I blew my load against the tiled wall.

What the hell was I doing? What was I turning into?

I turned the shower off and reached for one of the large fluffy bath sheets.

I dressed and went to check on Jon and found him sleeping peacefully, the deep grooves that had creased his face just minutes earlier had smoothed out. I watched him for a while. What was going to happen now? What was going to happen to us?

I couldn’t let my mind dwell on that. Not yet because, well… because that way there be dragons. But I needed to talk to him. However, his emotions were all over the map and he was going to need time to process what had happened to him. I just hoped he wouldn’t hate me for it.

I slipped out of the room but left the door open in case he woke and needed something. I went back to his old bedroom and stood in the center of the room, surveying the wreckage from last night.

One thing about being raised by a single father who was also a Marine gunnery sergeant, was that my two brothers and I learned how to clean quickly and thoroughly. I opened the windows to air out the room and then stripped the sheets from the bed, surprised (and relieved) to discover the mattress in a zippered, waterproof protector. I took everything, including the wet towels, and tossed them into the washing machine. 

I found a Bissell steamer in a closet downstairs and used it on the carpet and upholstery in Jon’s room. I scrubbed the bathroom and liberally sprayed the entire room with Febreze until the smell of sex and sweat was gone.

When the washing machine dinged to signal the sheets and towels were finished, I tossed them into the dryer and threw our soiled clothes into the washer. I paused when it came to our dirty briefs – my white Hanes and Jon’s black Calvins. I held them both to my nose and inhaled deeply. My lust finally got the best of me and I put them into Ziploc bags. I told myself I was ‘preserving evidence’, but deep down I knew I’d be sniffing the cum-crusted underwear during future jack off sessions. I palmed my hard cock through my jeans at the thought and I could feel a wet spot begin to form.

Fuck! What the hell was I doing? 

I needed a distraction. I looked at my phone and saw I’d been cleaning, scrubbing, and doing laundry for the past three hours. I was hungry. I knew Jon wouldn’t be asleep for much longer – I checked on him again (he hadn’t moved) – and decided it was okay to venture out to pick up some breakfast.

I googled the nearest bagel place – Bruegger’s Bagels in Corona Del Mar – and headed out. As I drove I passed the Newport Centre shopping mall I saw there was a Macy’s. I pulled in.

*~*~*~*

Jon was still sleeping when I got back. I pulled the chair next to the bed again and read the news on my phone while I waited for him to wake up. He began to stir about 20 minutes later and I idly stroked his hair until he was fully awake.

“How are you feeling?” I asked cautiously.

He looked up at me and rubbed his eyes. “I can’t believe you fucking drugged me,” he groused. 

“Yeah, I’m so horrible,” I deadpanned. “Blah, blah, blah. Get your ass out of bed; I picked up bagels. I’ll put some coffee on and it’ll be ready by the time you’re dressed.” 

He sat up and looked around. “Where are my clothes?” He sounded subdued. Small.

“Bathroom counter,” I answered. “Everything’s clean.”

He nodded but didn’t say anything.

“I picked up some underwear, too,” I said as I pulled one of the three-packs from the Macy’s bag, opened it, and handed him a pair. “They didn’t have black.”

“Thanks.”

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Jon was quiet and withdrawn on the drive back to Westwood. I tried engaging him a couple of times but he’d been silent since he’d come down to eat and I eventually gave up and let him be, focusing instead on the road in front of me. I knew he was beginning to remember more and more of last night and what had happened to him. 

I glanced over at him periodically, but his now-frosty glare never wavered as he continued to stare straight ahead, his profile rigid. I swear I could feel anger pouring off him in icy waves.

Traffic was typical for a Sunday afternoon and we made good time, arriving back at Jon’s condo in just under ninety minutes. He still hadn’t said a word.

I keyed the code to his underground garage into the number pad and parked in his spot. He didn’t say anything, just reached into the back seat for his bag and held his hand out for the keys. He wouldn’t meet my eyes.

I turned the car off and placed the keys in his outstretched palm. I started to say something but he jumped out of the car and slammed the door hard, causing the entire SUV to reverberate. I sighed, quickly gathered my things, and got out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said as he strode off, his only response the chirping of the alarm arming itself.

Well… Fuck.

*~*~*~*

I went for a long run (running always helped clear my mind), showered, and made a sandwich. I was just finishing the dishes when there was pounding at my front door. I tensed, my mind immediately flashing back to that Monday, two weeks ago, when Jason had showed up at my door and fucked me. I pushed the thought out of my head even as my dick hardened in my briefs. The hell?!

“Kevin…” Jon’s voice sounded through the door. “Open up, please?” More pounding. “Come on, Kev… I’m sorry!”

I rushed to the door, adjusting myself, and opened it to find Jon leaning against the frame. He had a garment bag slung over one shoulder and an open fifth of Jack Daniels in his hand. He was half-drunk and he looked wrecked.

“Kev,” he slurred, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. “Fuck. Kev, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh boy.” I grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. “Get in here before the neighbors start to grumble,” I said as I hung the garment bag in the hall closet and put the whiskey on the coffee table.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed, his face crumpling as he reached for me. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know,” I said, pulling him into a hug, feeling him shake in my arms as he grabbed me. “I know.” He held me tightly for several long seconds before he stepped back. 

He pulled his phone from his back pocket, tapped the screen and handed it to me. It was a text message and read, ‘I OWN YOU’. But it was the attached photo that both shocked me and made my dick thicken in my briefs. Jon was on his knees, snorting what looked like a line of cocaine off an erect penis.

“He made me do fucking ketamine!” he cried, running his fingers through his hair, pulling at it. It stuck up all over in tufts. “I’m so fucked! He said if I don’t do whatever he says, whenever he wants, he’s sending this, and more, to the Captain. I’m fucked, Kev. My career…” 

He didn’t finish. We both knew ketamine residue could be detected in hair samples for up to ninety days, and while our random drug tests were ‘piss tests’, an anonymous call to IA, or this picture, would trigger immediate and intense scrutiny. 

I swallowed heavily and nodded. I picked up my phone from the coffee table, opened it, and thumbed through a couple of screens before handing it to him. On the screen was a picture of me taken in my bathroom, a hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back, showing my nostrils covered in white powder. There were three lines of what looked like cocaine on the marble vanity top.

Jon went ashen. Absolutely pale. He looked at me and gulped. His eyes welled with unshed tears. “Seriously? Oh my God. I didn’t even think… Why didn’t you tell me?”

I shrugged and he collapsed onto the couch, hanging his head. I sat next to him and rubbed small circles on his back until he had himself under control.

He put his hand on my leg and squeezed as he turned to face me. “Can I stay here tonight? I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course,” I said, covering his hand with mine. “Always.”

He turned his palm up and laced his fingers with mine. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have walked away like that earlier. I was–”

“I know,” I interrupted. “No need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

He sniffled again and gripped my hand tightly. “Have you had anything to eat?” I asked. He nodded at the bottle of Jack Daniels and I rolled my eyes.

“Okay,” I laughed, reaching for the bottle of whiskey as I stood up. “I’ll make you a sandwich and we can watch the game.”

I made him a thick ham and swiss sandwich, just the way I knew he liked it, and brought it out to him along with salt and pepper kettle chips and a bottle of water. He was staring at his phone. He looked lost.

“What’s that?” I asked, already knowing what it was: Jason. He didn’t look at me. A muscle in his jaw flexed as he put the phone on ‘do not disturb’, and then picked up the sandwich.

While he ate I made up the guest room, hung up the suit he’d brought, and made sure there were toiletries and fresh towels in the guest bath.

We watched the rest of Sunday Night Football in a companionable silence. Jon had a few more drinks – he was going to be hungover tomorrow – and I ended up having two Jack and Gingers. 

He inched closer to me throughout the game until he was pressed against me. I slung my arm around his shoulder and rested my head on his. “It’s gonna be okay,” I whispered. He shuddered and nodded.

He was asleep before the game ended, slumped against me and drooling on my shoulder. I smiled and softly ran my fingers through his hair. 

He was still holding his phone but his grip had slackened and I eased it from his grasp. We knew each other’s pass codes and I guiltily keyed his in. I read his text messages from Jason and cringed at the photos and video clips he’d been sent.

I screen capped the texts and then used AirDrop to send them, as well as all the pictures and videos, to my phone. Then I deleted the screen caps (from the deleted items folder as well) and put the phone down.

“Come on, buddy,” I said quietly as I gently shook him awake. “Bed time.”

“Hmmm,” he murmured as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. I took his hand and pulled him to his feet and walked him to the guest room. His back was to me as he undressed and I couldn’t help but stare at him. God, he was beautiful. His broad, powerful shoulders rippled as he pulled his t-shirt off and dropped it onto the floor. He balanced himself with one hand on the bed frame as he skimmed his jeans down and off. The white Calvin Klein briefs clung to his firm round ass and I caught my breath.

Was I gay? Bisexual? I loved Kristen, I truly did, but seeing Jon like this… Recalling the things Austin did to me… The feeling of his cock inside me as he fucked me… The way I felt when he dominated and manhandled me… I actually felt safe and taken care of, and how fucked up was that?

Jon tugging the sheets back and crawling into bed pulled me out of my reverie. I rushed over and pulled the blanket up over him. “Good night.”

“G’night,” he slurred. I flicked the light off and went to lock up for the night.

I plugged his phone in to charge and then picked up mine as I headed for my room. I knew I shouldn’t, but I opened the photo album and swiped through the pictures of Jon, unable to stop myself. I went back into the kitchen and poured myself another Jack and Ginger and sat down at the bar.

I watched all the videos several times. The things they did to Jon and some of the things they made him do… It was obvious he was high because he looked like a total team player. I couldn’t help but be turned on. 

There was a video of him snorting the ketamine from Jason’s dick. I stared unblinking as Jason laid the line out on his cock while Austin pushed Jon to his knees, grabbed him by the hair, and guided him to Jason’s cock. When he finished snorting, Jason wiped his dick off with a washcloth and slid his cock into Jon’s waiting mouth. He was a fucked-out mess and I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

By the time I got to a close up video of Austin fucking Jon’s mouth, his eyes glazed and half shut as Austin’s thick shaft slid up and down his throat, I’d shot my load into my hand. I set my phone down, disgusted at my own thoughts and actions.

I was glad he’d been drugged and didn’t have clear memories of most of what happened because the look on his face tonight when I answered the door… It was haunted, and it haunted me. Seeing what he’d been subjected to and the things he’d done had devastated him and me alike.

I finally made it to bed an hour later and fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow. I woke suddenly, a few hours later, feeling as if I wasn’t alone. I turned to see Jon next to me, curled in a ball with his back to mine. I rolled over and tucked in close, careful not to touch him, but close enough to let him know he was protected. He let out a long, shuddering sigh, as if he’d been holding his breath all night, leaned his weight back, and settled into me. I slung my arm over him and pulled him close, spooning him. I was surprised when he slid his hand into mine and squeezed.

*~*~*~*

Morning came too quickly.

My alarm jarred me from sleep and when I reached to turn it off I realized Jon was gone. His side of the bed was still warm though and then I heard the shower in the guest room running.

I pulled on flannel pants and a t-shirt and stumbled to the kitchen, head pounding, mentally kicking myself for having that last drink as I put on a pot of coffee. 

I was sipping my first cup when Jon walked into the kitchen, wearing nothing but a towel slung low over his narrow hips. I couldn’t help but notice the lack of pubic hair. “Do you have a t-shirt I can borrow?” he asked.

“Um, yeah,” I said, pulling my gaze away from his shaved crotch as I handed him the cup of coffee I’d poured for him. I nodded toward the half-and-half and sugar on the counter. “Do you need briefs, too?”

“Not used ones, dude,” he laughed as he sat down.

“Ass.” I muttered as I walked to my room and came back with the open three-pack I’d picked up yesterday. I tossed it to him.

He caught them and grinned broadly as he held it up. “You just like how I look in tighty whities,” he said with a wink. I rolled my eyes and knew right then and there that everything was going to be okay.

*~*~*~*

All hell broke loose moments before we walked into the station. I was getting out of the car, reaching for my Starbucks, when my phone rang. Moments later Jon’s began to ring as well. 

We exchanged curious but cautious glances as we pulled our phones from our pockets. I looked at the screen: it was the Captain. I swiped to accept.

“Good Morning, Captain,” I greeted him. “We just got here… Yeah, he’s with me… Okay, we’ll be right in.”

I pocketed my phone as Jon clicked his off. “Double homicide on Sunset near South Beverly Glen,” he said as we walked into the station.

*~*~*~*

So yeah, we were kept hopping for most of the week, interviewing witnesses and suspects as we investigated the murders. I was glad for the distraction because I was always laser-focused when working a new case. 

Jon was a different story, though. Normally the life of the party and always in a good mood, he was intermittently sullen and volatile throughout the week. And he was perpetually aroused. I could tell every time he received a text from Jason because his jaw clenched, his cheeks flushed, and the bulge in his trim cut suit pants – which had been prominent before – verged on the obscene.

*~*~*~*

Wednesday afternoon while Jon interviewed a witness on his own, I tracked down some leads online. His phone was on his desk, which was only a couple feet away from mine, and buzzed a couple of times. I knew it was most likely Jason, but this wasn’t a good time. Our murder investigation was heating up and Jon was already frazzled and on edge. I grabbed his phone and entered his passcode.

There were several more pictures and video clips and even a couple of gifs. I sent them to my phone again and then deleted everything before returning his phone to his desk. If he found out and got pissed, I’d take the heat. 

*~*~*~*

An anonymous tip Thursday morning broke the case and by the end of the day we had an arrest. We celebrated at Jon’s place where he overdid it.

*~*~*~*

On Friday my phone buzzed with a text at the same time Jon’s did. I looked at him. He read the text. His head snapped up. We exchanged phones and saw we’d received the identical text from Jason: ‘Party tomorrow at noon. Will text you the address in the a.m. Don’t be late.’

*~*~*~*

The address was in Palos Verdes which, in Saturday traffic, took nearly an hour to reach. Neither of us were sure what to expect, what with that single cryptic text message we’d received. We we were both more than a little relieved that Kristen and Liz, along with my brother and a couple of the other librarians, were at a conference in Seattle until Sunday afternoon.

Jon pulled into the Golden Cove Center on Hawthorne Boulevard and parked near the Trader Joe’s. “What’re you doing?” I asked.

He grabbed his phone from the center console. “I think I’d be more comfortable if we left the car here and took a Lyft.”

“Ah, good idea,” I agreed.

Twenty minutes later our rideshare dropped us off at the address on Paseo Del Mar. Jon let out a soft whistle as we got out of the car and looked around us. “Nice neighborhood.”

We were halfway up the front walk of the sprawling Spanish hacienda estate when the door opened. I recognized Nic and Charlie. They smiled and waved enthusiastically. I put on my best smile and nodded in return.

“Friends of yours?” Jon asked under his breath.

“That dream I had,” I replied with a mutter.

Jon’s brows shot up but he didn’t say anything as we reached the smiling young men. 

“It’s so nice to see you again,” Nic gushed as he put a hand on my upper arm and then, as if he’d heard our conversation, said, “I heard about your dream the other night.”

“Yeah,” Charlie said, taking my other arm, “Jason told us all about it. Maybe we can do something about it later.” I felt my face go red.

“And you must be Jon,” Nic said, turning to Jon and taking his hand. He gave him a long appraising look. “It’s very nice to meet you, Cumdumpster.” I could hear Jon gulp.

We stepped inside a large foyer that opened onto a room overlooking the ocean. But before I could even take in the gorgeous view of the Pacific, we were ushered down a hallway and into a room where Jason waited. Austin wasn’t with him and I felt a small pang of– what, disappointment?

Jason was on his laptop when we entered and he quickly stood up. “I’m having a small get together this afternoon. A couple dozen friends. You’re here to serve my guests.”

“The fuck?” Jon said. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jason ignored him. “But first you need the proper uniform.” He walked around us slowly, looking us up and down.

“What? Uniform?”

“Shirts off,” Jason said.

Neither of us moved.

“That was an order,” he said firmly.

We stripped our shirts off. I folded mine while Jon dropped his on the floor.

“Pants too.”

The hell?

I slipped my shoes off and had my jeans halfway down when I realized Jon hadn’t moved. He was glaring at Jason and if looks could kill…

“Don’t test me, Johnny Boy,” Jason warned, his tone icy.

Slowly, deliberately – every move emphasized and exaggerated – Jon undid his jeans and pushed them down past his thighs.

“I see you two faggots coordinated,” Jason remarked with sneering contempt. I looked over at Jon as he stepped out of his jeans and saw he was wearing white Calvin Klein briefs – same as me. Except he was half hard!

Jason tossed a black t-shirt to each of us. “The rest of your uniform.”

I held up my shirt. The word ‘PUSSY’ was emblazoned across the front in white block letters. Shit! I looked at Jon. He was staring at his shirt, mouth slack and breathing heavy. It read ‘CUMDUMPSTER.’

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he said, even as his dick chubbed up and tented his already bulging briefs.

Oh fuck!

*~*~*~*

We walked out of the room, orders confirmed, wearing just white briefs, black t-shirts, and flip-flops. Our detective badges and IDs hung from chains around our necks. We followed Jason, Nic and Charlie into the large front room where the ‘guests’ were gathered. Per Jason’s instructions, we were to act as waiters and servers while the guests did whatever the fuck you did at a party like this. We were to serve drinks and hors d’oeuvres and whatever else the men wanted. I didn’t have a good feeling about the ‘whatever else.’

The room was large, easily 35 feet long by 20 feet wide, and the ceilings had to be at least 12 feet high. Floor-to-ceiling windows spanned the entire length of the room, showcasing a stunning panoramic view of the ocean. Large glass doors opened onto a yard as flat and pristine as a golf green and immaculately landscaped. There was a pergola, a large rectangular pool, and a hot tub. The yard was surrounded by a privacy fence high enough to keep out the most prying of eyes. 

The room and patio were teeming with men of all sorts, shapes, and sizes; and that’s when I noticed him. 

He was leaning against an ornately carved pillar talking to Austin. He looked to be in his mid to late 20s but could easily blend into a frat-boy lineup. He was about 6’1 with dark, artfully tousled hair, darker eyebrows, and even darker eyes. I wouldn’t necessarily call him a pretty boy (okay, yeah, I would) – he was more brutally handsome – and, yeah, he definitely knew he was hot. He had sculpted muscles, a perfect tan, and a smile that could light up the darkest corner of Carlsbad Caverns.

And the way he leaned as he chatted up Austin – one arm up over his head, curled to show off his bicep as he ran his fingers through his thick, wavy hair – was a total fuck-me pose.

I got the feeling he knew exactly what he was doing and what effect he was having on me. I also got the sense he knew I was staring and he deliberately didn’t meet my eyes. The way the corners of his mouth tugged up into a smirk gave him away.

He was in total control and knew it. He probably even knew I’d do whatever he wanted with no questions asked. I wondered if he knew how drawn I was to the matted hair in his armpit, and I wondered what he’d do if I walked up to him and burrowed my face in that cave. I felt my dick twitch as it rose to half-mast.

Fuck! Who was he and what was happening to me?

*~*~*~*

The party was actually more tame than I expected. Sure, there were whistles and catcalls and our asses would be bruised with pinch marks come morning, but it seemed as if we were there only to further humiliate ourselves, considering the scanty outfits we were wearing.

Neither Jon nor I ate anything and I only drank bottled water while Jon had an occasional beer. But we made sure that we were the only ones who opened or who handled our beverages, both of us all too aware of the consequences. And we made it a point, as best we could, to stay in one another’s line of sight.

Meanwhile, Pretty Boy (I found out his name was Tyler) continued to ignore me, but let me know, in a roundabout way, that he knew that I knew. 

As the afternoon went on and the party attendees had more to drink, we endured an increased level of heckling, innuendo, flirting, and groping. It was juvenile and sophomoric, along the lines of a fraternity hazing prank, but pretty uneventful. 

Jon received most of the attention because it seemed the more embarrassed he was, the harder his dick got, and the harder his dick got, the more embarrassed he became. I even had to stop myself from smiling a couple of times. 

I was brushing off yet another hand on my ass when I heard a sharp squeal followed by a clatter of empty beer cans hitting the floor. I spun around to see Jon being tickled by Nic and Charlie. He was trying to fend them off, but they clearly had the upper hand and were keeping him off balance by alternatingly jabbing at his ribs and poking his navel while squeezing his inner thighs and the backs of his knees. 

He howled as their fingers roamed, exposing his weaknesses as they explored his hot body. He was practically screaming bloody murder as he hunched in on himself, dissolving into a high pitched laughter I’d never heard from him in all the years I’ve known him.

“Stop,” he pleaded with a gasp, doubled over and slapping at the hands pawing at his body. But that only drew more attention and soon a sea of guys drifted over as they sensed a weak member in the midst. New prey. Fresh meat.

I knew I should help him, but I was frozen in place, inexplicably turned on by what I was witnessing.

He continued to struggle but it was a losing battle. He was completely at their mercy and I was shocked at how helpless he was and how easily they took him down. He was a strong man, easily two to three inches taller and twenty pounds heavier than either of them, broken down to a limp noodle with mere tickling. I had no idea he was so ticklish, and judging from his reactions, neither did he.

His body bucked as Charlie held his hands behind his back and Nic put a bottle of poppers to his nose. “Oh fuck…” he moaned as the fumes hit him and his body slumped back into Charlie’s strong arms.

They half-dragged/half-carried him to the sofa and sprawled him out on his back. They rucked his t-shirt up under his armpits and he was immediately swarmed by curious, horny onlookers. Mouths latched onto his exposed nipples, slurping and nibbling away at those two carnal command centers while more fingers dug into his ribs and belly button.

He shrieked with laughter and he fought to catch his breath, but every time he got any air, those fucking poppers would appear.

Hands scrabbled over his torso from his lower rib cage up into his sweaty, greasy armpits and back down. He twisted and turned in a vain attempt to avoid the tickling fingers as they skated across the broad plains of his chest and down along his sides, but the hands holding him down were strong and secure and his efforts to avoid the tickle torture were futile.

“EEEEEEEEheeheeheeheehahahahahahahahahaha dooooon’t hoooooohooodoooo thheeesss tooooo me, heeheeheeheeheeheeheee!” Jon laughed as he pleaded and begged for Nic and Charlie to stop.

I continued to watch in fascination as Jon was reduced to an almost blithering idiot. One moment he was hunched over, chortling loud belly laughs, and the next he was squealing in peels of high-pitched laughter. His fit, taut body arched and jerked up, and his brief-covered erection thrust into the air in obscene gyrations. It would’ve been funny except for the leering horde of men gathered around him, grabbing at him, pawing at his dick and ass like he was nothing more than a piece of meat. He was so hard it was a wonder his dick hadn’t ripped right through his thin cotton underwear. And he was oblivious. No clue at all. 

He sputtered and began to cough as he tried to catch his breath. The guys eased up for a few moments and Nic held a red Solo cup to his mouth and urged him to drink. After a few swallows, though, Jon twisted his head and spit and refused to drink anymore.

What was that?

“Just a little something to put him in the mood,” a voice husked in my ear and I jumped as Austin slid next to me. I hadn’t realized I’d spoken aloud. “Nothing too strong,” he continued as his big calloused paw ran down the small of my back and over the curve of my ass. “Not that he needs anything. Johnny Boy’s a total cockslut. Get him aroused, feel him up a bit, and – bam! – a real cumdumpster.”

I turned and shot him an affronted look. That was such bullshit, I wanted to say, but he was waggling his eyebrows and grinning wolfishly, and before I could say anything, he gave my ass a hard slap and went to join Nic and Charlie.

Meanwhile, somebody grabbed the waistband of Jon’s briefs, apparently intent on stripping him of his final dignity, but Jon was putting up a valiant struggle. Thankfully Austin intervened just as the tide seemed to be turning, stopping the man with a firm hand on his shoulder and a nod of his head. The man stepped back respectfully and Jon breathed a sigh of relief.

Nic took that opportunity to grab hold of Jon’s wrists and pulled his hands up over his head while Charlie knelt down next to the couch and gently gripped Jon’s erection through his underwear, flicking his thumb back and forth over the leaking tip while the index finger of his other hand traced lazy circles around Jon’s nipples, teasing the rubbery nubs into hard, sharp points. The entire time Charlie’s eyes never left Jon’s, and I noticed Jon was staring back at him, mesmerised, seemingly unable to tear his gaze away. Apparently whatever was in the red Solo cup had kicked in.

Nic released Jon’s wrists but Jon made no move to lower his arms; he was transfixed, staring into Charlie’s eyes as he continued to tease his nipples and prick tip. Charlie’s eyes were fixed on Jon’s as he traced a long, delicate finger up and down his vulnerable sides, his eyes lighting up with every one of Jon’s giggles. Then he dragged his heavy-lidded gaze down Jon’s body, raking his eyes across the broad expanse of his hairy chest, over his rippled abs, and all the way down to his briefs, which were so hugely tented a troop of Boy Scouts could’ve camped out. Fuck, an entire Scout Jamboree.

Jon followed Charlie’s eyes as they lingered over his taut, sweaty frame, ogling and eye-fucking him. And when Charlie’s eyes flicked quickly back up to Jon’s face, it was obvious Jon was loving every touch and sensation. He was so completely in the moment that he was totally unaware of just how exposed and at risk he was in this room full of lusty, drunk men.

Poppers were put to both his nostrils again and he inhaled deeply. I could tell when the fumes hit because his body visibly shuddered. I could almost feel the tingling sensations that I knew were coursing up and down his spine and radiating out to his fingertips, toes, and even the tip of his dick. My ass clenched.

“Oh… fuck…” he moaned, panting as beads of sweat surfaced on his tanned skin.

Charlie grinned broadly, “Oh fuck is right.”

Austin’s words bounced around in my head. *Johnny Boy’s a total cockslut. Get him aroused, feel him up a bit, and – bam! – a real cumdumpster.*

My own erection swelled in my briefs at that thought as I stood rooted in rapt silence, pearls and pearls of pre-cum oozing through the thin cotton fabric, turning the material translucent and shiny.

Austin nodded again and Nic gave Jon more poppers. “Fuck…” he moaned again as the fumes assaulted his body. He let out a sigh and seemed to sink deeper into the cushions

Charlie reached into Jon’s briefs and pulled his erect dick out, tucked the elastic waistband under his full, heavy balls, and began to slowly masturbate him as he came down from his popper-high. Jon gasped and cried out in pleasure, thrusting into Charlie’s hand as his body writhed and gyrated under the expert ministrations.

Then Charlie sped up the pace and roiled his cupped palm over the slick, flared head, teasing him but not letting him shoot his load. Jon yelped and tried to buck him off while batting at his hands, but Charlie bore down while Nic grabbed Jon’s wrists and pulled them away.

“I don’t have time to properly edge and milk you because we’re getting ready for the main event,” Charlie said as he slowed his strokes and eased off. “But I will next time. I promise.”

Next time? Jon gulped as Charlie ran his cum-slicked fingers over Jon’s slightly parted lips.

The mob of men had pressed closer, apparently hoping to see Jon cum up close and personal, and he was suddenly obscured from my view. His groans became muffled and I tried to see what was happening. The crowd was thick, but using my height to my advantage, I caught a glimpse of him. His head was thrown back over the arm of the couch and somebody was feeding his cock down his throat!

Tyler! He had his track pants pushed down to his knees with legs spread shoulder-width apart as he speared Jon’s mouth with his thick prong. His black Calvin Klein briefs were halfway down his tanned, muscled ass, and my eyes feasted on the sliver of hair-lined crack they exposed.

“Oh yeah,” he rumbled, his voice a soft, velvety purr, as he stroked long fingers through Jon’s hair and pushed another inch of his massive pole into Jon’s mouth. “That’s a good cocksucker. Oooh, yeah… take it all.”

It was the first time I’d heard him speak and I was spellbound by his rich, deep tenor. I watched wide-eyed as he held the sides of Jon’s head and slowly fucked his mouth. 

“Fuck, the dick ditch on this cocksucker is amazing,” Tyler crowed as his ball sack tapped against Jon’s nose and forehead with each thrust. “Usually they can’t take something this big, but Cumdumpster here… Shit, he’s a pro.”

His dick seemed to move effortlessly, deeper and deeper down Jon’s undulating throat, and I wondered how he was able to take that whole thing without choking, let alone how he could even breathe. But he managed – like, Tyler said, a pro – and once again, Austin’s words skirted along the back of my brain. *Johnny Boy’s a total cockslut. Get him aroused, feel him up a bit, and – bam! – a real cumdumpster.*

I don’t know how long I – we – stood watching the fucking porno playing out in living color before Jason strode into the room and signaled for everybody to stop. 

“You too,” he said, putting a hand on Tyler’s bicep. Tyler reluctantly pulled out of Jon’s mouth and tucked his dick into his briefs, adjusted himself, and pulled his sweatpants up.

He glared daggers at Jason, slashes of red painting his cheeks, and then leaned over to whisper something to Jon. My eyes swung to his ass as he bent over. It was like two soccer balls had been stuffed into those track pants. Fuck, but God had done some fine work on that ass, and I saw I wasn’t the only one who’d noticed, or who was openly staring at it.

Whatever Tyler said caused Jon’s eyes to pop open and his jaw to drop. He ruffled Jon’s hair, then stood up straight and stretched, reaching both arms up and back, exposing an inch or so of his black Calvin Klein waistband as well as the very defined V-line that had previously lay hidden under his sleeveless shirt.

He caught my eyes and looked me up and down, appraising me like I was a prize bull at a cattle auction. He threw me a lopsided smirk and my dick fucking tent-poled, making my briefs bulge pornographically. His eyes flicked down to my crotch and then back up. He winked, making sure I knew what he’d seen. Fuck! My dick twitched and he saw that too because he cocked an eyebrow and licked his lips. I felt a wet spot forming in my underwear. 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK! 

I stared at him as he stepped back into the crowd. He exuded a heady combination of confidence and cockiness. He knew he was the biggest Alpha in the room and suddenly I wondered why Jason had even invited him.

While I idly pondered the thought, I noticed Jon was back in a sitting position. His arms were held over his head and Nic stripped his t-shirt off. Poppers were put back to his nose and men flocked to his exposed armpits.

“No,” Jason laughed, reaching down with Austin to haul Jon to his feet. “Follow me.”

I half-expected the crowd to hoist Jon onto their shoulders and carry him like a victorious athlete or a conquering hero. As it was, they openly groped and fondled him as Jason led him dazed and stumbling outside to the patio and to the large pergola.

There was something so hot about seeing him vulnerable like that, stripped nearly naked in this group of mostly dressed guys. Something degrading about him being marched through the crowd as exposed as he was as horny men swarmed him, knowing something special was about to happen.

There was a long procession and by the time I made it outside the crowd was thick. When I finally managed to see what was happening, Jon was on his knees, his slobbering mouth eagerly working Jason’s cock.

As I was processing that, Austin appeared at my side. “Did you miss me?” he asked playfully as he pulled me into his armpit.

I nodded absently as I reveled in his spice-scented musk as his hands stroked my ribs and flanks almost possessively. It felt… nice.

“Holy shit, but you’re a good cocksucker,” I heard Jason say and looked up to see him yank Jon’s mouth off his dick with a loud pop. Jon’s eyes looked glassy and his movements were a bit sluggish. 

Nic and Charlie pulled him to his feet and Jason slipped a ball gag into his mouth. He put up a half-hearted struggle as they cuffed his wrists and tied them to two ropes that hung from pulleys attached to one of the massive overhead beams of the pergola. 

The speed and skill they employed in tying Jon made me wonder just how many times they’d done this before.

A long weight bench was slid over and he was eased down onto it until he was lying flat on his back. They pulled his arms up over his head and tied the ends of the ropes to the legs of the bench. Then they stripped his underwear off, Jon only vaguely protesting at the indignity of it, and passed the cum and sweat-soaked briefs around the crowd like they were some kind of spoils of war, a trophy for the conquering horde to sniff and lick.

His ankles were cuffed to a three-foot long spreader bar which was likewise fastened to a pulley systems suspended from another beam. They pulled it up so his legs were almost to his shoulders, fastened ropes to either end of the bar, and secured it to a large hook that was screwed into one of the beams. His legs were now spread wide, his taut ass and hairy anal trench on full display to the cheering crowd.

With his arms and legs splayed wide and tied up over his head, leaving him exposed and vulnerable, he must’ve looked like something out of an S&M porno flick. But my eyes were zeroed in on the funky bramble of hair in the hollows of his stretched pits and I burrowed deeper into Austin’s rich funk, imagining the whole while it was Jon.

Nic straddled Jon’s chest, easily positioning his lithe, compact body between Jon’s upraised arms and legs. “So, you’re a cumdumpster, huh?” he asked as he held up Jon’s discarded t-shirt. 

Jon moaned and pulled at his bonds.

“You’re hot, too, you know?” Nic said as he dropped the shirt and began to run the backs of his hands lightly over Jon’s pecs and then up and down the length of his arms. Jon gritted his teeth around the gag and I could tell he was focusing on trying not to laugh.

“I saw pictures of you from the other night, trussed up like a nice piece of man-meat,” he continued as he swiped his thumbs back and forth like windshield wipers over Jon’s tawny nipples. They looked like pencil erasers, little rubbery peaks sticking up from the swirling sea of hair on his rock-hard pecs. “I don’t have the pink puppy tail, but maybe this will do?” He reached into a backpack and pulled out a large, fleshy dildo.

I stared from where I was still half-buried in Austin’s armpit, rooting around like a pig seeking out truffles. Jon gulped and shook his head, protestations of “don’t do this” and grunts emerging through the ball gag filling his mouth. Nic laughed. “Don’t worry,” he said in his breezy voice as he handed the rubber cock to Charlie and regarded the men who were gathered around. “I’m sure there’s enough dick here for both you and Pussy.”

Charlie sat down at the end of the bench between Jon’s legs and began to prep his hole with his knowledgeable, expert fingers. He stroked the tender flesh around his pucker as Nic fiendishly alternated between tickling the sweat-slick bush in his pits and plucking at his puffed, erect nipples.

As Jon’s body spasmed his cock began to thicken and lengthen, and a glistening bead of slimy pre-cum slowly bubbled up from the piss slit, lubing the crown with a sleek sheen.

“Well, hello! Look who just woke up,” Charlie laughed, slipping his fingers around the erect organ and clamping down.

“Can’t wait until it’s your turn on there,” Austin hissed into my ear as his hand slid down the back of my underwear and the blunt tip of his index finger stroked over my hole. “I’m looking forward to opening you up.”

I whimpered and shuddered as he continued. “Yeah, feels like your hole missed me as much as I missed it.”

I looked at him but he just chuckled and shoved my face back into his pit.

Jon was howling with laughter, his body bucking wildly against the restraints as Charlie pulled his fingers from his slicked up hole and began to feather them – just the tips – around his twitching asshole, circling the vulnerable pucker and tapping it. And fuck if I didn’t feel that tap-tap-tap directly on my prostate.

Charlie sunk three fingers into Jon’s ass and Jon moaned. I tensed at the sound but Austin just laughed and buried my face deeper into the slick cave of his armpit.

I watched as Nic continued to tickle Jon, twisting his nipples and drilling into his rib cage. Jon squealed and bucked and then began to gurgle when Charlie slowly screwed the dildo into his ass and started to ream his chute.

“Oh!” Jon gasped, even as his body wracked and convulsed with laughter. His cries of “Stop! Please!” and “No, don’t!” were clearly audible even through the gag.

I watched as Charlie tapped the base of the dildo as he roiled the palm of his hand over the slick prick tip, causing Jon’s hips to buck and roll.

There was suddenly a hand in my hair and my head was yanked out of Austin’s armpit. “We’re up,” Jason said to Austin, flashing me a lascivious grin. “Don’t worry, Pussy. Your turn’s coming soon.”

I watched as Nic and Charlie freed Jon’s legs and sat him up on the bench. He leaned forward, arms still bound over his head, and panted as he caught his breath.

Austin straddled the bench, facing Jon. He’d stripped naked and was slathering lube over his sheathed dick. Jason lifted Jon from the bench as Austin slid forward, and then lowered him back down, easing him onto Austin’s cock, spearing him like a prize marlin. 

Jon threw his head back and Austin reached out to pop the gag from his mouth. “Fuuuccckkk!!!” Jon roared as Jason bounced his body up and down on Austin’s cock. “Ohhh… fuck!!!!!”

Jon continued to buck and moan as he road Austin. And as if that wasn’t enough, Nic and Charlie reached in and started to tickle him from his ribs up to his pits. Jon shrieked and squealed to no avail. 

I watched, stunned, as Jon cried out, his voice a strange mix of agony and pleasure as he was repeatedly impaled on Austin’s thick shaft. 

After what seemed like several minutes, Jason pulled Jon off of Austin’s dick. I saw Nic and Charlie carrying the fuck bench out of the house and watched as Jon was strapped into it and the dildo lodged firmly in his ass. Jason grabbed Jon by the hair and yanked his head up. A line of men began to form.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped as I palmed my boner. “He’s gonna make him blow them all?”

“Looks like he’s having the time of his life,” a voice said into my ear. I tensed and felt my body flinch.

“Easy,” the voice continued, lower this time. “Here, I brought you a drink.”

I turned. He– Tyler stood next to me, so close I could feel the heat radiating off his body. It felt feverish, a vibrating current that crackled like static electricity. There was a raw, almost animal quality to him, like he was a jungle cat – a jaguar – and I was his prey. 

“Come on,” he casually urged as he pressed the plastic cup into my hand. When he talked there was absolutely nothing in his voice, nothing in that smooth, amber tone, nothing in his face, except maybe a slight mocking crease over those dark eyebrows and a tiny crinkle of the laugh lines around his dark eyes, that told me I was in danger.

I knew I shouldn’t, but I took the cup and sipped, casting a sidelong glance at him as I drank. He might as well have been naked from the waist up because I could count each fucking ab through the red Under Armour shirt that clung to him like a second skin. I had to stop myself from reaching out and tracing the hard ridges of his pecs and the wide buds of his nipples. Big nipples on a big guy. 

He smiled broadly and it made me think of a good boy gone bad; a Boy Scout who’d traded in his merit badges for something more lethal and less chivalrous. 

His right hand cupped my ass and I felt fingers brush up and down the length of my crack. “I’m Tyler,” he said. I was suddenly parched and drank deeply.

I don’t know how long I stood there watching Jon getting face-fucked by every Tom, Dick and Harry while Tyler’s fingers pushed more insistently into the cleft of my ass cheeks. I was aware that I was pressing closer to him, softly panting. Every so often he would reach over and cup my bulge with his left hand, gently squeezing my nuts while thumbing the length of my dick through my briefs. I was hard and leaking and the material covering the tip of my prick was wet and translucent where the head of my cock pushed out against the thin white cotton.

I was breathing even heavier now and finished my drink. I noticed several heads turned our way, watching as Tyler openly felt me up. But if the shit-eating grin on his face was any indicator, he didn’t give a fuck.

My head started to feel swimmy and I shook it as if to clear it. I looked at the glass in my hand and then at Tyler.

“Uh oh, busted,” he said, shrugging one shoulder as he slyly smirked. He circled a strong arm around my waist and tugged me, unresisting, back into the house. 

“You’ve been watching me all night,” he said to me in a low purr as he guided me down a long hallway and into a bedroom. He closed the door behind him and eased me onto the bed. 

“Yeah, I replied,” blushing. I looked up at him through lowered lashes as he stepped between my spread legs. He placed my left hand on the bulge in his pants. I squeezed it gently. He inhaled sharply and exhaled a long, low moan.

“Is this what you want?” he asked. I nodded and he tugged the front of his sweatpants down and pulled my face down to his crotch. I nuzzled my nose, lips and chin over his length through his briefs. His natural musk combined with the scent of imminent sex was decadently rich. It was the only drug I needed.

“You like?” he asked, stripping off his shirt and stepping out of his track pants as I mouthed his cock through the thin black cotton.

“Yes,” I moaned between nibbles. I felt nice and relaxed and… shiny. Whatever was in that drink was making me mellow while at the same time horny as fuck. He took his dick out and ran it over my lips. I eagerly parted for him and took him in.

He gently fucked my mouth for a few minutes, running his fingers through my hair and murmuring words of encouragement. I heard his breath quicken and he suddenly stopped. “Okay,” he said as he pulled out. “That’s good for now.”

He gave me a gentle shove back and I flopped onto my back. He grabbed the waistband of my underwear and began to pull them down. He patted my hip and I lifted my butt up off the bed so he could take them all the way off. He twirled the cum-slick briefs on his finger and then laid them over my nose and mouth. I took a deep breath and he laughed. But when I went to remove them he slapped my hand away. 

“Leave them,” he ordered. I nodded and dropped my hand.

“The minute Jason told me about you, showed me pictures and video clips, I knew I had to get my dick inside you.”

I moaned at the thought and looked up at him. “Hands and knees,” he said. I rolled over and got onto all fours, for the first time taking in my surroundings. There was a large, full-length mirror leaning against the wall across the room and I watched as he appraised my ass, my eyes picking out every ridge and ripple in the hard lines of his chest and abdomen. Did he have a fucking eight-pack?

He squirted lube onto his index finger and feathered it over my hole. I instinctively clenched. He circled it a few times and placed the tip onto the puckered knot. 

“Huh, for as big a whore Jason said you are, you’re surprisingly tight. I’m going to have fun getting you loosened up and ready.”

He went in deeper with every thrust of his fingers, crooking them and seeking out my prostate and – oh fuck! – I was in heaven! His fingers inside me as he strummed my nut were masterful. It made what Jason had tried to teach Jon look amateurish. I let out a soft, whimpering sigh and pushed into them.

He slipped a third finger in and pleasure flooded my brain and all my senses. I watched him as he worked, watched has my hard cock bobbed and swayed back and forth like a pendulum, pre-cum flowing freely. I threw my head back against the pillows.

“Oh fuck yes,” I cried out as he continued massaging my prostate. “More!”

He quirked a smile as he bent down and pulled a condom and a travel-size bottle of lube from the pockets of his track pants.

He began to fuck me faster, his balls slapping against my ass as he pounded deeper and deeper into me, eyes closed and briefs pushed down to mid-thigh, as he pummelled my hungry hole.

This was it man. Tyler fucked me hard and I wondered how this could feel so good. How getting fucked in the ass felt good, period. 

Drool pooled at the corner of my mouth as he thrust into me, pumping in a steady rhythm, and since there was some give to the mattress, my upturned ass was bouncing back into his thrusts.

“Unnnghhh,” I groaned, my voice deep like it was scraping the bottom of a deep pit.

Everything he was saying was washing over me as I writhed, pushing back into him in a drugged, sex-hazed bliss. All I wanted was for him to keep fucking me and never stop.

It may have been a minute or thirty minutes later, but my next conscious thought was of me staring at myself in the mirror.

I heard the snick of a lock and I saw the door swing open slowly and soundlessly and Austin poked his head in. His eyes widened and he took in the scene. Mentally assessing the situation?

“Yeah, and when I get through with you I’m gonna go back and take a real turn with your pal the Cumdumpster,” Tyler was saying. “I don’t care what the fuck Jason or that Neanderthal sidekick of his says.”

The door closed and a few minutes later I heard Jason’s voice. There was a quick knock and the door opened. “There you are, Tyler,” Jason said. “Ah, that’s where Kevin slutted off to. Mind if we join you?”

“Sure man,” Tyler replied, meeting Jason’s eyes in the mirror, a smug, diabolical smirk spreading across his face. Austin stood next to Jason but he seemed focused on me. Was that concern I saw in his eyes? The hell? No. Tyler was still talking. “I figured since everybody was busy with the cumdumpster, I’d sample the pussy.”

A look skated across Jason’s face. It was fleeting and if you didn’t know what you were looking for you’d easily miss it. I saw it the night Jason had bitched Jon and knew what was about to happen.

“I’m gonna do a line,” Jason said, holding up a small baggie filled with a white powder as he walked into the en suite bathroom. “You in?” he asked Tyler and Austin.

“Fuck yeah,” Tyler said, pulling out of and giving my ass a playful smack before he tucked his erect cock into his briefs and pulled on his track pants. He pulled his shirt on and adjusted his dick as he swaggered to the bathroom.

I saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror as he bent over and snorted. He stood up and wiped his nostril as Jason leaned over the counter.

They came back into the bedroom and Tyler looked at me and nodded to Jason. “You mind,” he asked as he squeezed his dick. “You sort of interrupted me before I–”

“Not at all,” Jason said. “Go for it.”

Tyler pulled me off the bed and pushed me down to my knees. He stepped in front of me, pulled his dick out, and slid it across the seam of my pursed lips. I opened at once.

“You trained him well,” he said to Jason as he slid into my mouth.

“Kevin’s a natural,” Jason replied as he cupped the back of my head and held it in place as Tyler began to thrust. “Wait till he starts begging for it.”

My inhibitions were gone and I put one hand on Tyler’s hip while I wrapped the other around my cock and tugged as he fucked my mouth. I felt Austin’s thick index finger circle my slick, puckered hole before pushing in.

“Mmmmm,” I moaned, closing my eyes, as my hand sped up on my cock.

After a few minutes a second finger slipped into my ass and I felt Tyler’s thrusting began to hitch and lag. I opened my eyes and peered up at him. He looked unsteady and out of it. Jason slid next to him.

“That wasn’t coke,” he said to Tyler, pulling him off me and pinning his arms behind his back. His hard dick bobbed and waved. 

“What the fuck?” Tyler slurred.

“No, it was ketamine – Special K – and you’re high as a kite right now.”

“Wha–” Tyler started to say before his voice faded out and he slumped against Jason, his eyes going vacant.

Jason cupped Tyler’s balls and gave them a rough squeeze before yanking his track pants down and off. Then he grabbed Tyler’s hard. “Let’s get back to the party, shall we?” he said as he hustled a dazed, zombie-like Tyler out of the room, leading him by his erect dick.

 Austin sat me down on the bed. “Stay here,” he instructed before he followed Jason out the door, calling over his shoulder. “Party’s over.”

“What?”

“You heard him,” Jon said as he squeezed into the room and shut the door. He dropped my clothes in front of me and helped me to my feet. “Get moving.” 

His hair was disheveled and he’d haphazardly dressed – shirt inside out and shoes untied. He caught his rumpled appearance in the mirror and swore under his breath as he stripped off his shirt and righted it.

“I’ll have you know I’m going fucking commando because some perv has my underwear in his mouth slobbering all over it.”

He sat on the bed and watched me dress as he tied his shoes. Both our phones and wallets  were on the bed and he reached for his phone, swiping and tapping at the screen.

“What’re you doing?” I asked as I slid my underwear and jeans on before awkwardly struggling into my shirt.

“Ordering us a Lyft,” he replied as he looked at his screen. “It’ll be here in… Christ, nine fucking minutes?” He slipped his phone in his pocket and came over to help me. He pulled my jeans up, buttoning and zipping them for me. 

“Are you okay?” he asked as he put my socks and shoes on.

I shook my head as I watched him tie my shoes. What I recalled of Tyler’s fucking was that it had been thrilling in its savageness. My empty hole clenched at the sense of loss. Jon took my chin in his hand and tipped my face up. 

“What did he give you?” he asked, all business-like now, looking into my eyes as he rested his other hand on my cheek.

“I don’t know,” I shrugged, comforted by his touch. My tongue felt thick and I knew I was tripping over my words. “GHB, maybe?”

He grimaced. “Yeah, I think that’s what they tried to give me, too. I feel a little spacy but I think the adrenaline’s burned through most of it.” 

He looked at his phone again and sat down next to me. “And,” he said as he cupped my crotch through my jeans and, fuck if he didn’t smirk and waggle his eyebrows, “judging from this rebar in your jeans, it’s a pretty good bet there was Viagra mixed in yours.”

“No, I think that’s all me,” I said, and his eyes widened.

“Kevin Brady, you naughty, naughty boy,” he laughed.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Hey, I’m gonna need your help to get moving.”

“I got you,” he said, hauling me to my feet and to the door. “Let’s go.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” Jon said. “I didn’t have time to ask your boyfriend any questions.”

“My what?” But all I got back was that brilliant smile of his.

“Ass.”

“You love my ass,” he shot back as we slipped into the hall – one hand on my bicep and the other on the small of my back – and moved toward the front of the house.

*~*~*~*

We paused at the open door to the ‘playroom’ and saw Tyler down on his knees, eyes wide and glassy, a look of shocked surprise on his handsome face as Jason’s cock thrust roughly in and out of his slack mouth. His shirt had been stripped off and lay in tatters on the floor next to him, and he was wearing just his black briefs. They were stretched tautly across his muscled ass and impressive package and looked as if they were working overtime to keep the massive bulge of his cock contained. From my vantage point at the door, it was obvious it was a losing battle.

His dick jutted up at an angle, ramrod stiff, tenting the thin cotton fabric and pushing it out a good inch away from his flat belly. 

Even from where I was standing, I could see his prick was drooling so much pre-cum that the front of the briefs were shiny and slick, and if the wide-eyed, bewildered expression on his face was any indication, he was completely confused as to why he had a leaking boner or why he was so greedily sucking Jason’s dick.

The look on Jason’s face was pure pleasure. “Oh yeah, five minutes ago you were fucking Pussy like some Alpha and here you are now, unable to stop sucking my dick,” he goaded. He pulled out of Tyler’s mouth and gave his package a gentle nudge with his foot. “Look, you’re hard as fuck and leaking like a faucet.”

I watched as Tyler glanced down at his crotch. His dick seemed to lengthen and grow as it pulsed and throbbed in the confines of his briefs. He looked up at Jason, as if to say something, but whatever it might have been, it was muffled as Jason shoved his cock back into his mouth and resumed fucking it in earnest.

Snot and spit ran from Tyler’s nose and dick-stuffed mouth, down his chin, and dripped onto the tiled floor beneath as he gagged on Jason’s dick. Any gag reflex he may have had was long gone.

“Oh yeah, take that all the way down your fuckin’ throat,” Jason growled, both hands holding Tyler’s head in place as he fucked his mouth, his hips pumping like pistons as his ball sack bounced off Tyler’s chin.

Tyler’s face was a wet mess. His cheeks and chin were covered in spit that was still spilling from his lips. The wet gagging noises continued for a couple more minutes before Jason pulled out in time to shoot his load across Tyler’s face. Streams of cum rocketed out of his pulsing dick and splashed against Tyler’s forehead, nose, cheeks and chin. The cum and spit made his face look like it was glazed.

“Kevin is MY property,” Jason said as he slapped his dick across Tyler’s face.

Tyler knelt dazed, face coated in sweat and semen, lips puffy from sucking cock, probably wondering what happened. Probably wondering why and how he was down on his knees, fully erect and dripping, while another man flogged his face with his dick.

I watched as the muscles in his spectacular ass flexed and clenched, rippling under the black cotton. I wanted to ask Jason if I could have a piece of it. 

“He’s ready for you, boy,” Jason said to Nic and Charlie. They hurried over and pulled Tyler to his feet.

“Let’s get you hooked up over here, why don’t we?”

“What the fuck,” Tyler slurred as they guided pulled him to his feet and guided him to the weight bench. 

“Easy now,” Nic said, putting his hands on Tyler’s broad shoulders and easing the dazed stud onto his back. They straddled his legs on either side of the bench, which served to highlight and showcase the huge bulge in his Calvins, as they cuffed his wrists and hung them from the rafter. They put poppers to Tyler’s nose and encouraged him to inhale. He did and moaned, his body arching up off the bench.

As he groaned and rutted, Nic stripped his briefs off him and then cuffed his ankles to the spreader bar. He pulled at the rope until Tyler’s hole was exposed and he got to work preparing it for Jason.

Tyler grunted and his body bucked when Nic’s lubed index finger breached his chute and began to saw in and out. A minute later a second finger joined the first and Tyler cried out as his hole was stretched and spread.

“Fuck,” he moaned as the fingers crooked and turned, finding the bundle of nerves of his prostate. Tyler threw back his head and pushed onto the fingers, his voice a low, throaty rumble that filled the room.

Nic inserted the index fingers of his other hand into Tyler’s ass and began a wider stretch and pull. A minute later a fourth finger joined it and he was finally ready.

“That’s it,” Charlie said as he flicked Tyler’s erection while Nic lowered and uncuffed his legs. “He’s ready for you, Jason.”

“We’ve got a nice line up of guys for you, Tyler,” Jason said as he ran his finger lightly over Tyler’s six-pack abs. “These cumgutters are gonna be overflowing with spunk by the time we’re done with you.”

Jason stepped in and lifted Tyler’s muscular legs onto his shoulders, letting them drape over his back. Then he pushed into him unceremoniously.

“Let’s get out of here,” Jon said, snapping me back to the present.

“What?”

“Come on, before he changes his mind,” Jon urged, grabbing my elbow and moving us away from the crowd and back into the house. “I didn’t like that ‘my property’ bullshit.”

As we left we could hear Tyler moaning as Jason pounded into him, initiating him into his new role as a bottom.

Just then somebody stepped in front of us and I recognized him as one of the guys who’d tried to tickle Jon. “Where you going, Cumdumpster?” he asked drunkenly as he reached out a hand to stroke Jon’s side. “Coochie-coochie-coo!”

Jon swung at the guy, his right fist catching him in an uppercut under the jaw. He crumpled and Jon stepped over him, giving him a quick kick in the ass for good measure as he guided me past him.

We reached the front door with no further incidents and were halfway down the front sidewalk when our rideshare pulled up.

“Um, I don’t know dude,” the hipster driver said in a nasally voice as Jon settled me into the seat and buckled my seatbelt. “He’s not gonna puke is he? ‘Cause that’ll cost–”

“He’s not going to puke,” Jon interrupted, his voice terse. “He’s fine.”

“I dunno,” the driver persisted. “He looks–”

“Oh, for fuck sake,” Jon grumbled in exasperation. He held up his badge and gestured to mine. “Police business,” he growled. “Drive.”

Hipster Boy’s eyes widened and he looked like a kid in a candy shop. “Yessir!”

*~*~*~*

We reached the lot where Jon had parked and drove back to my condo in silence. 

“Look, Jon,” I said as he punched in my code and pulled into the underground garage. “I’m really sorry – again – for getting you into this.”

Jon parked and stared silently out the front windshield. When he didn’t reply I nodded and reached for my door. 

“Kevin,” he said quickly, his arm shooting out to grab my wrist. “I’m not upset with you. This isn’t your fault.”

“If I hadn’t–” My voice caught but I made myself continue. “Two weeks ago – the Monday I called in sick – he, Jason, came here at lunch. He pounded on the door and shouted until I let him in and then he fu– I let him fuck me–”

“Kevin–”

“No,” I interrupted, shaking my head furiously, wiping at the tears that streamed down my cheeks. “Maybe if I’d gone to the Lieutenant. Maybe if I hadn’t–”

“If you hadn’t what?” Jon asked, taking my hand. “Gone to the party that night? Gotten drugged? Discovered, what – that you liked how it felt? Well, you know what? I’d be lying if I said I didn’t somehow like what happened to me.”

I must’ve had some kind of look of my face because he laughed. “Hey, I’m not going to lie to you,” he said, dropping my hand and running his fingers through his hair. “I don’t remember everything that happened that night and I’m definitely not okay with how things went down today, but some of it… well, some of it felt pretty fucking awesome.”

“So then–”

“No,” he interrupted again with a shake of his head. “I– that is, we… WE never had a choice. We were never asked if we wanted this. He – they – took our choice from us. Did it turn out to be something we enjoyed? Sure, but that’s not the point. We were drugged, Kev. Drugged, compromised, and blackmailed. That’s shitty and definitely not okay.”

I sat back and looked at him, quietly mulling over what he said to me. Then he reached out and put his hand on the back of my head. “I love you, Kevin,” he said, leaning in so our foreheads were pressed together. “You’re my partner and my best friend and nothing’s going to change that. Ever. Do you understand?”

I nodded furiously, tears blurring my vision as I choked up, not trusting my voice to speak. I dashed at the tears with the back of my hand.

He sat back. “I’m gonna crash here tonight, okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” I said, so relieved. I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. “Thanks.”

“Cool. I’m gonna swing by my place and shower and grab some stuff for tomorrow. I’ll pick up some Thai on my way back.”

“Sounds good,” I said as I got out of his SUV. I could use a shower myself. “See you in a while.”

I showered and dressed and was making up the guest room when I got a text from a number I didn’t recognize. There was a link to a video site and I figured it was something of me or Jon. I was wrong. It was of Tyler. 

I decided to mirror it from my iPhone to my AppleTV instead of watching it on the tiny screen.

It was a snippet of a longer scene. Tyler was on his knees in front of Nic and Charlie, holding both their dicks in one hand and gazing at them almost adoringly. His face was covered with a thin sheen of what looked like cum and slobber, and even in his obviously drugged state, I could see he wanted to suck both cocks. 

His brows furrowed and he looked from one to the other before he started to lick them side-by-side, like they were a big ice cream cone. After fifteen seconds or so, Jason placed his hand on the back of his head and forced him down.

Now, being the physical Alpha jock he was, it was a bit of a surprise to see how easily he acquiesced, going down without any resistance. And when he opened his mouth wider than I’d figured he could, and took both glistening cockheads into his mouth, I gasped and squeezed my suddenly aching prong through my jeans.

Jason held a bottle of poppers to his nose and told him to inhale as Nic and Charlie began to hump his mouth. Again, no hesitation. Instant obedience. Shit!

“Come on and suck, faggot,” Jason snapped as the two cocks fucked his mouth, and damn if that hot mouth of his didn’t easily accommodate those two fat knobs as they flashed in and out of his willing, hungry maw.

This went on for a good couple of minutes, Tyler grunting while he sucked, drool running from his mouth, until you could see Nic and Charlie start to tense. Then, as if on cue, Jason grabbed Tyler by his thick hair and pulled him off, holding his head in place as Nic and Charlie gave their cocks a last couple of tugs before they began to shoot.

“Take it, faggot,” Jason said as the first thick blast ricocheted off Tyler’s lips and tongue, leaving a creamy trail across his cheek and neck. The next several blasts hit him square in the face before they shoved their cocks back into his mouth.

Fuck!

The clip jumped and the next scene was Tyler lying on his back with his legs spread and lifted. His hole had been shaved bare and looked like a smooth, pink pussy. Of course, after being pounded by several guys it was swollen, puffy and stretched, and there was cum leaking everywhere. Jason fisted his hand in Tyler’s hair and raised his head to face the camera. His handsome face was shellacked with cum.

“Tyler here’s our new jock pussy, aren’t ya, Ty?”

“Fuck me,” Tyler groaned, his eyes wide and pupils blown. “Somebody please fuck me.”

“Don’t worry,” Jason said as he patted his cheek. “There are still plenty of takers outside.”

The camera pulled back and I did a double-take when I saw that they’d dressed him in Jon’s ‘Cumdumpster’ t-shirt.

I was still staring at the TV when Jon came back. He had a six-pack of Pacifico and a fifth of Maker’s Mark. I arched my eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

“Don’t judge,” he groused. “I had a rough day.”

“Not as rough as Tyler,” I said, holding out my phone and nodding at the TV.

“Holy shit,” he said as he watched the video clips. He was standing about two feet away and, at crotch level, I could see the swelling in his jeans.

“It was a set-up then?” he asked, handing me back my phone before he walked into the kitchen. “Tyler was the mark all along?”

“I don’t know,” I said, flipping the TV to a baseball game. “Kind of looks that way but I don’t see it.”

He came back with a couple of glasses. He poured himself a drink, eyed me, and held up the bottle in inquiry.

“Oh fuck yes,” I said.

An hour later we were both buzzing pretty good. Jon reached for the remote and turned the volume down. “Did he… Tyler. Did he hurt you?”

I was slumped next to him on the couch, my head resting on the cushion. I was still staring at the TV screen but shook my head. “No.”

He nodded and took a sip of his drink. “Did you, um, like it?”

I looked at him then. “Would you think less of me if I said I did?”

He gave me an exasperated look. “Kevin.” He sounded annoyed. “No. Of course not.”

“Then yeah,” I shrugged. “I liked it.”

He nodded again and smiled, almost boyishly. “Yeah, and other than being tickled half to death and, you know, what we talked about before, I liked it too.”

I finished my beer and we sat still for a few minutes, neither of us speaking. Jon set his empty glass on the coffee table next to my and grabbed the bottle of Maker’s Mark. He took a long pull from it. 

“Fuck,” he said, shaking his head. “I never knew I was a bottom.”

“Or that you were so ticklish.” I reached over and poked him in the ribs. He gasped and giggled. I did it again. 

“Stop,” he laughed, fumbling the bottle onto the coffee table. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” I asked innocently as I pounced on him, my hands scrabbling over his ribs and into his armpits.

“That,” he gasped again. “Stop!” He grabbed for my hands but I caught both his wrists in my right hand and continued to tickle him with my left. He shrieked and tried to throw me off. I could see how hard he was and realized I was hard as well.

I thought back to earlier in the day to what Austin had said to me. “Turns out Johnny Boy’s a total cockslut. Get him aroused, feel him up a bit, and – bam! – a real cumdumpster.”

I kept him off balance with my tickling, alternating between his ribs, armpits, belly button and inner thighs. His body thrashed about, bucking and writhing under me as he laughed and panted and squealed. Before I knew it, our wrestling match had somehow moved down the hall and into my bedroom, Jon kicking free of his jeans while stripping his t-shirt over his head. 

A fuck-lust overtook me and I pushed him onto my large California King bed. He gave a sharp yelp as he tumbled backward.

I crawled onto the bed and straddled him. My eyes raked over every inch of his body – from the bulge straining his grey briefs to his parted lips – before they settled on his eyes. His pupils were blown. I took his left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed, just hard enough that the bud puffed tenderly. He moaned and spread his legs, his eyes continuing to darken until the pupils swallowed the golden brown. I squeezed again, harder this time, and he groaned and grabbed my wrist. He clamped tightly and the message was clear: he wanted more. 

I tweaked both nipples and he arched into the touch, panting, his face twisted in a mask of pain and pleasure. 

One hand still strumming a nipple, I let the other rove down over the flat planes of his chest to the rippled muscles in his stomach, and finally to the hard length still trapped in his briefs. He bucked and moaned as I palmed him, thrusting into my hand and grunting as he reached up and mussed my hair, fingers grasping for purchase. 

“Kevin!”

He slid forward, the hard ridge of his dick tenting his soft cotton briefs, which were stretched tautly across his narrow hips. He rutted upwards and the pre-cum seeping through the light grey cotton turned the fabric a darker color and called out in invitation to my sex-fevered mind. I bent down between his splayed legs and licked the wet spot that had formed, tonguing the cleft of his fat plum through the material, the salty-sweet slick like ambrosia on my tongue. I nibbled up and down the length of his shaft, my mouth hot and wet as it worshipped his throbbing cock. I brushed my fingers over the crack of his ass, gently stroking his quivering hole.

“Oh fuck, Kev,” he groaned, his voice low and guttural, “that feels so fucking good. Please.”

“Please what, Jon?” I freed his cock from his briefs and tucked the elastic waistband under his nuts, applying just the right amount of pressure as I went. His dick unfurled and rose like a flag of surrender, pulsing and twitching as it slapped his belly. I smiled.

“What?” he asked, his voice a growl. “What are you smiling at?”

“Just taking a moment to appreciate what you’ve got here.”

He grunted as I took him into my mouth and his whole body tightened. I ghosted down the fat length of his cock and his hips shook beneath me.

He smelled wonderful. Tasted wonderful too. Strong but clean. 

I sucked the head of his cock, a wet hot deep kiss, as I drew him in. His hips rocked up and I inhaled him, tracing the slit with my tongue.

His head tossed on the pillow, his hands tangled in my hair, as he tugged me closer. 

“Kevin…” That single word made it easy to ignore my own increasing discomfort. This was all about Jon.

I took my time and soon he was thrusting down my throat, his lean body arching, hips pumping impatiently. I sucked him hard and then nibbled, soft and sweet. I increased suction. Then slow and easy.

“Don’t stop,” he got out, his voice harsh and unsteady.

I smiled around that rigid thickness, reached beneath and gently fingered his balls.

His head fell back on the pillow and he groaned as he began to cum, his body shivering.

“Was it good for you?”

He looked at me, blinking, and gave a funny sort of half-smile.

“Good,” I said, “because now it’s my turn,” I said as I pulled his legs up and over my shoulders and lined up my cock to his hole.

To be continued.

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It all started when I moved to a new apartment in the summer. It was bigger than my last one with a decent size garden outside and some nice amenities on site. The nicest of them would end up being my neighbor Jack. I am 1.86m, large, muscular guy with dark hair and brown eyes. Jack is the about 1.62m but tight semi muscular guy with the cutest small bubble butt I have ever seen, blonde hair, green eyes and a slight tan to him.

Jack and I said “hi” to each other on occasion when we saw each other in the parking area and outside but my favorite hobby was watching him work in his garden, and thanks to the low fences it was very easy. He was gorgeous when the sweat was dripping off him making his shirt show every curve of his torso. Usually he was dressed in tight formal clothes showing off his perfect ass and his shirt tight over his arms.

We started talking and one day I noticed he was cleaning the garden without his girlfriend sitting on the porch like she usually does. I went to the fence and asked him “hey jack so where is your girlfriend today?”. “We had a huge argument and she left to go to her parents for a few days”, he said. “Do you want to talk about it?”. “Sure I can use the break, shall I come over?”, he asked with a slight smile. “Sure”. 

With that he dropped his tools and came around to my garden. “Let’s go inside, I will get you a beer and we can chat” I suggested. “Yeah that would be good right now”. I let him walk in front watching his almost school boy butt move in his shorts, I was growing to a semi. I got the beers and we started talking about how his girlfriend left him. “you know her biggest problem is she doesn’t want to give me head and try new things when we have sex” he said. “Like what?”. “Well, I like a good blowjob and I have been trying to see what anal would feel like for me” he said almost blushing but laying back, his shirt pulls up revealing the bottom of his abs, a clear V and a sexy hair trail to his cock. “Really? Anal? What makes you interested in that?” I asked, trying hard to hide my growing erection. 

“We used to watch porn together and lately I have become interested in what it could feel like to have a big cock inside me if I could feel the same pleasure a girl does, you know? Sorry I didn’t mean to freak you out or anything, maybe I should go?” He said clearly becoming shy for what he just blurted out. “Don’t be crazy you know, she should let you try it, it feels amazing” I replied. “Really? Have you tried it before?” he asked innocently. With that I reach my hand over and put it on his upper thigh “o Jack I have done more than try”. “Wait no stop, what is someone sees us, I am not gay” he said. “No one said your gay, just try it I can help you if you promise that you will try it with me too.” I said. “Ok but lets just go slow I have never been with another guy before, but I am so horny right now” clearly evident from what I could see was a massive cock hiding in his pants. 

I put my hand on his pants and started rubbing his cock then moved down between his legs and took down his pants, and saw his massive 11inch cock fighting to be released from the confines of his trunks. I pulled them down and started licking his balls and sucking them into my mouth one by one. He was moaning in pleasure. I took my tongue around tip of his cock “O my gosh I am gonna burst” he screamed, “No not yet hold it” I said. I went down onto his cock and sucked him harder and harder until he took hold of my hair and started face fucking me hard.

I pulled off. “Are you ready to try more?” I asked “O hell yes, please dont stop I will do whatever you want” he said in a moaning tone. I pulled his ass up and started licking his hole until it was nice and wet then I got up and he came forward pulling down my pants revealing my 8.5inch cock and he immediately started sucking it deep. He started gagging “Wait buddy, calm down there is enough to go around and I wont go away anytime soon” I said. “Sorry I am just so horny” he replied. He kept sucking my cock until I said “Stop stop, I wanna dump my load in your ass”. “I dont have any condoms” he said. “Don’t worry I am clean and so are you, just trust me its gonna be ok”. “Just be gentle please I never had more than two fingers in there”. I immediately started fingering him losing up his hole until it was time. I put some lube on my dick and started pushing against his tight hole, it was so tight I nearly burst a nut just entering it. “O wow, o, that hurts, but it feels good” he said with a moan. “Just relax it will be all pleasure from here on” I said with a cheeky smile leaning forward to kiss him his cock rubbing between our two bodies. He was a great kisser and kept kissing me until I was all the way inside him and started fucking him hard. “I am gonna cum, o, o” before he could reply I burst into his cute ass load after load, pulling my dick out cum spewing down his hole.

“Your turn now” I said, “I want to feel that big cock in my ass”. “I dont know how what should I do?” he asked. “Sit” I replied, I started playing with his cock until it was solid as a rock again then I got up getting ready to ride his cock. “Are you gonna be ok taking my cock, my gf always complain its so big” he said “Thats no problem for me, the bigger the better” I replied. With that I started lowering myself down onto his cock and riding him clenching my butt as I come up, within minutes he could no longer hold it and started pumping his cum all the way into me feeling like it was hitting my lungs with that huge dick all the way inside me my ass touching his balls. I was leaning forward and we kissed. 

“Gosh that was the best break ever, would you mind if I come and stay with you for a few days?” he asked. “No but as long as you know we have to save water and shower together and there will be a lot more of this.” I said. “I was counting on that” This lead to the start of hot sex for months, even after his girlfriend came back.

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