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By the time Tim dropped his second load in my ass, my lunch was half over so I dashed to a nearby deli and ordered a tuna sandwich.  It was too dry so I sent it back with orders to put a little mayo on it.  The waiter grinned for some reason and disappeared into the kitchen.  He returned and asked me to try the tuna again.  This time it was nice and juicy but the taste was a little off.  “How is it?  Juicy enough?”   “It is nice and juicy but not really very mayo tasting.”  He was grinning again.  “Because it isn’t mayo.  Me, the cook, and a bus boy all jizzed on it.  You seem like the type that would enjoy that, right?”  I grinned back at him.  “What great service this place puts out.”  I scarfed down my tuna/cum sandwich, loving every jizz soaked bite, and hurried back to work.

I was deep into a tech problem when I felt a tap on my shoulder.  I turned around to see a very jittery Tim.  “It’s time for coffee, right?”  He looked flushed and there was a very visible erection pushing his crotch.  Then I noticed Dick Morgan standing behind Tim.  I had had my eye on Dick and his dick for some time.  He loved to come to my desk with some dumb question and then make sure his very generous  bulge was clearly showing.  A couple times he even managed to rub it against my arm.  We sauntered to the bathroom and were soon locked in a nice large handicapped stall with three bouncing boners.  I bent over to give Tim a little head and Dick moved around behind me.  His cock lived up to what his bulge had promised.  Long, chubby and practically gushing precum.  He spit on his fingers, rubbed it over my asshole and then started probing.  I reached back and spread my cheeks and felt my hole welcoming him in.  He slid it in and in and in till I finally felt his pube hair tickling my ass cheeks.  Then he started slowly fucking me.  Pulling nearly out and then slowly sliding back in.  This guy was no amateur like Tim.  He knew just how to make an asshole want more and my asshole wanted all it could get.  Meanwhile Tim was truly enjoying his first pro blow job.  “You really like sucking cock don’t you?”  He was breathing hard now.  “My wife never liked doing it and she stopped after we got married.”  

Dick had started speeding up his thrusts and now my asshole was delirious with the plunging pleasure of it and my prostate was practically humming from such expert massaging.  Tim was gasping and holding onto my head as I sucked and tongued his nice chub while I tickled his balls.  It was all building up to that explosive climax.  You want it but you don’t want it to end either yet you know it has to.  And then it did.  Dick moaned, rammed his dick to the hilt and let fly a massive series of cum shots.  My hole luxuriated in that bath of hot juice that now filled it.  Then it was Tim.  “can I cum in your mouth?” He asked.  “please let me cum in your mouth”  He begged.  Then he was filling my mouth with an amazing load of sweet cream.  I was impressed since he had already shot two loads just a couple hours earlier.  I have to admit it was altogether a most delightful encounter.  I felt that that stall hadn’t seen the last of us and I was right.

We exited the bathroom with cheshire cat smiles and met Joyce who looked us over and shook her head.  “You guys look like the cat that got the cream.  What’s up?”

“Actually, Jon got all the cream but we were glad to give it to him, right Tim.”  Tim nodded a happy yes and we all three burst out laughing.  Joyce just shook her head and went in the ladies room.

My day was just half over and I had to wonder what else was coming my way.  Or, I guess I should say cumming my way.

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Eduardo was a 30 year old Latin American Puerto Rican Guy and he was feeling really frustrated and horny. He was on his way home from work and the Tube carriage was packed out. It did not help matters that all of the women were dressed in his opinion ‘with next to nothing on’. Normally he was not bother but earlier his phone battery died and he was stuck in a tunnel and it was high summer. He was sweating his under his T shirt, which was wet luckily this did not show on his outside shirt and he had loosen his tie and he sighed.

Right opposite him was a women wearing a skirt which barely covered her sexy thighs. Another women had a low cut top and her ample breasts were bobbling all the place. Another 2 had massive butts which rolled with the tube movement and they bent over right in front of him flashing their damp panties and this was driving him wild with lust. “Oh shit” he said as his 9 inch pick was hard in an instance.

Another 3 Women were on a night out and had short dresses on and all had perky tits and were a bit pissed and were playing music and swaying their hips and going up and down like music artist did on their videos. Eduardo thought what am I going to do. and looked at at the other men in the carriage who were sweating and covering their hard dicks. Just then the tube moved into the next station and most of the other passengers got off the men holding bag and papers in front of them. 

“Thank God for that” he said. “Are you OK?” he was asked and found himself be spoken to by an friendly African American guy called Henry who was smiling at him. “Man those women were hot weren’t they.?” “Yes they were” and they started shooting the shit boasting about what they would like to do them and that they were dressed like whores not like decent women would dress etc and they agreed that they would love to have ‘banged the shit out of them’ right here in the carriage. 

They were both rubbing themselves and the Henry said “What are up to tonight” “not a lot he replied and all of a sudden the train came to an abrupt halt and the lights went off. “What the hell I am so late as it is “Eduardo moaned. “Where are you off to?” “My wife’s parents for dinner, which to be fair I did not want to go so maybe this is blessing in disguise.”

“In that case come for a drink with me and we can carry out talking about those hot slutty women, oh god I am so turned on right now I could take my dick out and wanked off and nobody could see me in his dark carriage, why don’t you joined me in mutual jerk off?” “Yeah why not.” Eduardo was so turned by the heat the dark and the sexy talk that he forget himself and fished out his drooling cock from his work pants and started wanking. 

He felt a hand reach and slowly encircle his cock and he protested, “No man I am not gay.” “Neither am I lets have some fun” and he continued to stroke Eduardo’s hard dick and moved so that he was kneeling in front of him and engulf the thick tool to the base. He started gorging on his meat being aware that the lights could go on any time and redoubled his efforts.

However the drivers voice came on stating “we have a power cut folks so will be here a while at least 30 minutes and we are sorry as the emergency lights are faulty so wont be put on.” Henry continue to gorge on the thick man meat and swiftly striped Eduardo’s trousers off and lifted his legs and started to snack on his hairy ass pussy which was moist with sweat. 

His tapped him to lift his legs as high as they would go and Eduardo did thinking “Jesus we are going to get caught and how am I going to explain this when I am busted by the Cops” but he was took far gone and he was as Horny as Hell. ” I won’t be able to last long he panted and Henry slipped a finger deep into his ass and touched his love button and continued wanking his own cock and sucking the drooling tool. This took Eduardo over the edge and he came in Henry’s gripping mouth and throat and was not let go until every drop of spunk was consumed down his throat.

Henry let Eduardo’s legs down and allowed him to get dressed and sat down, just before the lights went on and the train started to move. He sat next to him and licking the cum off the side of his mouth and said “lets continue this outside” and they got off the next stop. They went straight into the local bar and the barman said “Officer Henry Kearns, good to see you again.” “Shit “Eduardo thought “A COP.” 

He said “Oh fuck what department do you work in?” “Vice” was the response and Officer Henry said “and I have been watching perverts like you all night eyeing up all of those poor women, trying it on then doing all sorts of nasty thing to them like leering, touching themselves, rubbing up against them, one guy I saw even put his fingers in some poor girls snatch and took them out and stated sucking his fingers right in front of her face the filthy bastard.” 

“I saw you were hard and was about to arrest you for lewd conduct, but you look so god damn handsome, hot and bother that I had to sample the goods, Man you are packing down there.” Officer Henry my brothers and friends have bigger stiffer dicks than mine” and the officer choked on his drink, sputtering “Really?” Yep and we circle jerk once a month and tonight’s the night, but I missed it due to that damn train delay.” “What about dinner with your parents in law?” Oh yeah, that’s tomorrow night.”

“The Jerk Offs finished now but I would like to have another blow job off you and may be a ‘Hard Fuck’ what do you say?” “Lets go Man” and they ran out of the place and went to Henrys apartment nearby and within minutes were sucking each other dicks and then Eduardo found himself being man handled by the long arm of the law, naked ass up face down and seeing stars every time he received Henry 8 inch prick in his milking asshole.

He moaned erotically thinking ‘if only his Jerk Off pals could see him now’ and filmed himself getting shafted as they would not believe it as he hardly could himself. Henry flip him on his side and ran his hands over his sweating hairy body and kissing him and stroked him tenderly. He pick up the speed and drilled Eduardo who came 2 times in row and turned and smile at him saying Officer is that all that you have got and received an extra hard fucking which lead another orgasm and Henry came in him with one last thrust.

“Thanks Officer Kearns” “Eduardo said what back ground is your name from?” “My Great Grandfather Henry is Scottish.” Eduardo said oh ok, anyhow I have got to go home now, but would like to see you again is that possible?” Yes and they made a date and he left.

Eduardo arrived home and kissed his wife, the kids were already asleep and he headed for a long shower thinking about his Tube Adventure tossed himself off thinking about Henry’s deep hard fuck and superb blow job and came all over the shower floor and vowed to call him the very next day.

The End

You know who sucks at set ups ? Straight women. It’s never right and then they get mad. Ugh. You know who is good? Straight men. They listen.

My sister has daddy issues and so she married a guy that looks like my dad, and in turn looks a bit like me. Italian, beefy, dark hair, broad shoulders, bubble ass, puffy nips on big square pecs. He loved me like a brother from the first and will do anything for me. We work out sometimes together but frequently he can’t make it or goes late at night because he is a dad. His hours are unpredictable.

He set me up with a guy he met in the sauna late at night. He figured if he liked him he would like me. Huh?” It’s no big deal, I was just feeling his tits and we had a moment” he said.” You want to back up? Feeling what?” I said” He’s this big Nordic type who does films and it’s his off season so he’s got some extra weight. His chest is pumped and it has a little movement, it was so big, so ripe ! It got me hard and I asked about his routine and he said I could feel him up…blah, blah, it’s all fine. I love tits and pecs so what’s the big deal? It’s all flesh, I’m not going to analyze it to death. So when he’s stroked my dick I said hey if you like me you’ll probably like my brother, he’s gay. “” So you are pimping me out” I said” Hey. I was a prick tease by accident. If you like him you will make up for my behavior ” he said ” He fits your likes and he’s got a thick one. I know you said you like your hole stretched” ” I’m listening now” I said, wondering why I go into so much sexual detail with my straight brother in law. ” Saturday, there’s a party, a crowd, no pressure ” he said

Saturday night, a big strapping blonde God walks into my life. He’s easily 6’5″ to my 6 foot frame. He’s big but naturally built like all those  big Swedish dudes you see. He’s nice, he’s sexy, he’s rugged and he’s direct and funny. My pants are off within the hour. “How much do you weigh? ” he says pulling at my cock.” I’m 6 foot and 220″ I say.” I’m 260 but I’ll lose 20 pounds before filming ” he says pushing my head to his nipples.” I’m versatile, but I prefer-” I say but he interrupts me.” You can fuck my big ass baby” he says. His thick fingers are up my hole. Two I think..no, now it’s three.” Oh god…mmmm…” I try to move to suck his cock, but he keeps me on his chest” ” You can suck that later, if you don’t mind can you keep loving on my pecs? I appreciate it” he says Before I can answer this sweet man, a guy who asks if I mind sucking his nips there is a dildo up my ass. As he trusts it in and out he milks my cock like a pro. ” I know you’re going to ask. I find it best to prep the area, open it up a  bit before I plunge my cock in. ” he says smiling ” I see…wow that’s good…you are in film, you are good with props ” I say.He laughs and moves down to suck my cock as he pushes the dildo in and out of me. He’s excellent at this also and gives a lot of attention to my balls which is a thrill. How many hands has he got?

Suddenly the dildo pops out and his thick piece is spreading my hole open. Big head, wide shaft with a little extra width in the middle which drives me crazy. I don’t know how long because the girth is my turn on, but it’s feels in proportion to his height. He’s good, he’s hitting all the good spots and the vision of this big buff man fucking me is sending through the roof! His pecs are jiggling just a bit like my brother in law said. How does so much hard muscle in motion do that ?  It gets me off hard and I come all over myself. Who knew? He flips me over and comes down hard on my back, pumping and thrusting and smothering me under his weight and I couldn’t be happier. He spreads my legs so far apart with his, it hurts. This place, this experience is where I am meant to be, this man, this beast is who I am. Pumping and sweating and jizzing. It’s the most satisfying thing in the world. I’ve been fucking hot rugby guys most of my life, maybe my destiny is to be a hot bottom for beasts like this? I beg him to turn me over when he says he is close. I want to come with him and see that vision of perfect man as I do. It doesn’t take him long and he pulls out of me and whacks his great cock over mine and we both come hard together. I think I came three times and as I think that – as if in slow motion he collapses on top of me pushing all the air out of my lungs.  I’m gasping as he says “You can take it, you are built for men like me” It makes me shudder with aftershocks of pleasure. Like when you come and keep stroking your cock too long and the convulsions take you.

I’m keeping this guy my straight buddy sent me. He can pick them !

To be continued….

It was supposed to be derogatory term, said in a way to disparage someone. It was an insinuation of a boy being weak, a sissy. That he might be gay. It was a term Jordan had heard far too often. As a young child his Aunts and Uncles said it derisively, telling his mother she was pampering the boy too much. Then his cousins began to repeat it. When his father made him join a Minor League baseball team, the one sponsored by Kelly Chevrolet, he struggled to understand the rules and struggled harder to learn to watch the ball, to know when to swing. He sucked at the game and truth be told, didn’t want to play. In the dugout after he had struck out twice in their first game, the only girl on the team threw the first volley.

“You’re such a ma-ma’s boy. You suck” she uttered. Just behind her stood an assistant coach and Jordan saw the expression on his face. A look of contempt, not at Mary, but aimed at him. It went on for two more weeks, his striking out, the other kids in the dugout calling him names and his father refusing to let him quit. Finally, his mother stepped in and he no longer had to play that stupid game or hear the insults herald at him during them.

Over the next few years he kept to his few close friends, avoided all sports, doing the bare minimum in P.E.  And during the day at school he endured the taunts.

“Ma-ma’s boy.”

“Sissy.”

“Fag.”

During seventh grade and the summer before his eighth, fate stepped in, some repressed gene was triggered, and the boy who was average in height, the one picked on during recesses, or in the parking lot at church, grew up. He outgrew the jeans he wore twice over the year. Same with his shoes. His long sleeve shirts were no longer long sleeved. He went from four foot nine to five foot ten, and he kept growing till by the time he arrived in ninth grade he was six foot two. He towered over the other boys.

The taunts subsided, grew more infrequent, and those hurled his way were done behind his back. But he began to lash out over the last year, hurling his own insults, and when one boy or another acted like they wanted to fight, Jordan put them on the ground begging him to stop.

Jordan knew he shouldn’t do it. It made him no better than them. His mother came to the school, apologizing for his behavior, letting the principle punish him as she saw fit. He had detention for weeks on end and used it to study in peace. The principle, after releasing him from detention one day, closed the door and spoke frankly to him.

“I know what is going on. I know from reports from elementary school, the boys picked on you and…”

“Girls too” Jordan interjected.

The principled nodded, then continued. “Look Jordan, we are trying to stop this kind of bullying. It’d help if students came forward, told us when it occurs. But you can’t lash out like you’ve been doing.”

“I know.”

“I have no doubt you understand. You’re a bright kid. Your grades are good. You have to make peace with yourself and not let the other kids get under your skin.”

There seemed to be a truce among the students. It helped that three of the worst bullies were expelled for a week. That fall finished with a no more taunts or bullying toward Jordan, but he felt the stares and the talking behind his back.

And he remembered the words used to describe him. He knew at some level they were right. He did lean on his mother far more often than his father. She provided him a comforting word when none were offered from anyone else. And he knew the worst word, the one most derogatory, meant to hurt the most, was the one with the most truth. A truth he initially didn’t want to accept. But he had seen how the others reacted when he stood up to them. When he took full control and dominated them, made them cry ‘uncle’ and plead for mercy. He saw how it scared them. Made them uncomfortable that the boy they had pegged as being weak, turned out not to be so. The opposite, in fact.

He understood himself by fourteen, knew he was different from the other boys in his class. He didn’t want to pick on the girls, flirt with them, or try to kiss them. He found no desire in it. What he desired was other boys. Jason in tenth grade with his floppy head of blonde hair and blue eyes. Zach and Bryan in eleventh grades, one with jet black hair and the other with brown hair that revealed a red tint in the sunlight. Then there were the senior boys. More mature, some with goatees or beards, and they grew taller, filled out across the chest with muscles growing more defined, shaping their bodies into men.

At home one Sunday morning he told his parents he was gay. Then stood his ground waiting to see his father’s reaction. It surprised him when he saw their looks, this acknowledgment of something already known.

“We love you, son” his mother had replied after an awkward silence.

At school the next morning, only two weeks away from summer, he stood in his first period class, the one he thought his teacher would be the most understanding, and announced he was gay. He said it like a threat, ready to react to the first taunt or derisive comment. He heard the scrape of a chair across the floor, the whispers in back and his teacher clearing her throat then asking him to sit down so class could start.

Word spread quickly through the school, till even the upper classmen knew by day’s end. He expected taunts and snide comments, especially from the older boys. And he did receive behind his back slurs. But on the bus going home that afternoon, two of the seniors called him to the back of the bus and had him sit in front of them. They questioned him on his announcement and asked if anyone had bullied him, then they fell into the usual banter. He realized they didn’t really care. They were just curious, and just as quickly onto some other topic.

Jordan grew taller, his body began to fill out, show some definition. By his senior year he was six foot five and weighed one eighty-six. At school he kept up his stoic and fearless façade. It kept the other boys in line. The three who liked to bully others avoiding him the most, scurrying away like rats whenever they saw him coming. The girls puzzled him, the way they still wanted to hang out with him. But he found it comforting, especially the closeness he developed with three of them. But his most comforting times was with his mom. Lazy afternoons in the swing, one or the other keeping one foot on the ground to slowly rock the swing back and forth. Sometimes they sat quietly and watched the sun go down. Sometimes they talked about school, his plans after graduation, and did he feel alone. Sometimes he asked her about her life as a teenager, how she met his father, and did she have regrets. Sometimes they sat next to each other, each with a book turning pages quietly, each lost in their own story.

At night he wondered about the other boys. The ones that seemed to have accepted him, those that didn’t react one way or the other and those that were negative, avoiding any contact with him. There was the often-quoted idea that ten percent of men were gay. He wasn’t sure about that for he doubted if there were 4 or 5 other boys in his grade that were gay. He just couldn’t see it.  Which ones that could be was a fascinating game he liked to play, sometimes with the girls. There was Joey, with his blonde hair and skinny little body who avoided Jordan like the plague, and Chris who had maintained his friendliness toward Jordan, even though never going as far as to be his friend. The girls swore Zeke was because he died his hair, once blonde and another time a red that wasn’t a natural color and because he liked to wear clothes that were revealing, loose tank tops, shirts with see-thru panels and jeans or pants that showed off his round ass. But Jordan knew Zeke, had been friends with him till sixth grade when they drifted apart. Zeke was just alternative, always out to shock. It was a fashion statement, sexual at times, but not about sexuality. But there were others he wondered about but didn’t confess to the girls. Kevin was one to protest too much, always playing macho. Then there was Hector, who had stayed friendly, sometimes sitting with Jordan and the girls, making flirting comments that at times seemed aimed at Jordan more than one of the girls. But Hector was the type of guy so comfortable in his own skin, Jordan knew it was doubtful. Finally, there was Fenton. Quiet to a fault, always standing at the periphery, never the center of attention. And there had been times when he caught Fenton looking at him. Nothing too overt. But it happened enough for him to notice.

Jordan rarely went out on weekends cruising around like the others for he saw no reason to put himself through it. He knew some of the boys, when ganged together, especially if drinking, could be belligerent and he couldn’t be bothered to expose himself to it. He did go out to movies or dinner with his friends and three weeks before graduation he went out with them to see a movie. They hit a late afternoon showing so Rachel could meet up with her boyfriend later. The movie was supposed to be a horror movie, but it was so bad they laughed more often, than not.

After the movie, they parted, each going to their own way. Jordan had parked around the corner from the theater and going to his Tahoe he decided to cruise around. He was in town and hadn’t done it in a long time. Knowing nothing had really changed, he knew he was just killing some time before heading home.

He went into the drive-thru and got a soda. Circling around the building he saw some classmates. They watched him pass, only a few waving as he did. He cruised down Main then out to the park, making the loop around not bothering to stop. Cutting back to the south side of town he pulled into the parking lot of one of the old shopping centers, the one the parking lot went right up to the edge of the road. He coasted into the lot and turned to face the road. He killed the engine and turned the radio down low till it was just background noise. Leaned back he let his mind wander, graduation in three weeks, plans for the summer, then college in the fall. Everything leading to this moment when he would leave and find himself in a better place. One more accepting.

He saw the cars and trucks passing, not paying attention enough to recognized any of them. Three classmates cruised by and he had no recollection of them doing so. Some guys from town passed in a truck waving a flag out the window, and it was only a blur of color he registered. How long he sat there he had no idea, but he noticed when one car cruised by for it hit the brakes, slowed down and turned into the parking lot coming back his way. It was familiar, the little sedan, but in the dark, he couldn’t see it clearly enough to realize who was approaching.

It pulled up next to him and because he sat higher, he couldn’t see across to the driver. The passenger window lowered, and he lowered his own feeling the night air blow in. It was still warm and humid but felt good after riding with the air conditioning blasting from the dash. There was movement inside the car, legs coming over the console then a body dropping down in the passenger seat. It was Owen, one of his classmates.

Owen had been one of the boys who stood at the periphery but wasn’t nearly as shy as Fenton. He was easy in his manner but not very outgoing. He was one of those boys that seemed to always be around but never the center of attention. Jordan didn’t really know him as well as the others, for Owen had moved to their community four years ago. He wasn’t one to avoid him nor one to engage him in conversation.

Jordan had once wondered about Owen till he saw him with Elisa. He wasn’t sure, but he had thought they were still dating.

“Owen?”

“Hey, Jordan. What are doing sitting out here alone?”

“Well, you know. I’m not the most liked guy in school.”

A nervous laugh from Owen, “I guess.”

“What’s up?” Jordan asked, pushing to find out what Owen was up to.

“Nothing much…just cruising around.”

“I thought you were dating Elisa.”

“Oh, Elisa…no, not for a few months now.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I broke up with her.  I saw you circle the drive-in. Why didn’t you stop?”

“You’re kidding right? I saw who was parked out back. No way.”

“They’re not all bad.”

“Maybe not, but the ones who are makeup for the others.”

Owen made no kind of response and Jordan let the silence build between them, expecting Owen to tell him goodbye and drive off. But Owen didn’t. He sat there watching other cars and trucks go by, till the road was clear.

“Hey, can we talk?” Owen asked finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah, shoot.”

“No, not here.”

“Where?”

“Will you get in with me? I’ll drive us around.”

Jordan wondered if it was some trap, if Owen would lure him to some place where the assholes of their class could be laying in wait. But looking at Owen, it was something different. Something anxious and unsure of himself.

“Yeah, sure.”

Jordan raised the window, climbed out and locked the doors hoping the truck would be safe, left in this particular parking lot. Owen was back behind the wheel as he slid down in the car, putting the seat back all the way. Owen eased back onto the road and it was soon apparent they were not going to the drive-thru, or the park, or anywhere else others would be hanging out. They drove out toward the west side of town, crossed the railroad tracks and out past the farm supply store. He didn’t ask where they were heading, for he saw how Owen was driving. Cautious, both hands on the wheel. He looked nervous and kept his eyes straight ahead on the road.

“You okay?” asked Jordan.

“I don’t know” Owen replied in a tone Jordan wondered whether, or not to push.

They passed the mechanic shops and small factory buildings that sat at the edge of town, continuing out Buchanan Drive.

“The seed place is out here isn’t it? The one your folks own?”

“Yes.”

“You want to tell me what’s up?”

“Not yet.”

Jordan didn’t push it, instead sat silently as Owen drove out to Harrison Lane, turned left and after a quarter mile turned into Barringer Seed & Fertilizer. Pulling up to the gate, Owen rummaged in the console, pulled out a remote causing the gate to slide open.

“You got security?”

“Only if someone breaks inside and there is no one on the grounds.”

Owen drives past the office, circles around the fertilizer shed and to a large parking area that sat along an open dock for the building. He pulled up toward the dock and shut off the car.

Jordan wondered when Owen was going to tell him why they were here, wondering about his motives from his anxious mannerism. He heard Owen take a deep breath and twist his hands on the steering wheel then let go, sitting back in his seat. He stared out the side window not looking Jordan’s way.

“You know some of the guys still call you a ma-ma’s boy.”

Jordan scoffed, shook his head then laughed out loud.

“Well, I guess I am a ma-ma’s boy. But they better not say it to my face.”

“Oh, they won’t. They are scared to death of you.”

Jordan waited, let the silence linger looking out of the corner of his eye at Owen fidgeting with some buttons on his shirt. Eventually Owen faced forward.

“How did you know?”

There it was, the question Jordan had been waiting for, although it was not the one expected.

“What do you mean?”

“Please, Jordan. Don’t make this hard. How did you know you liked…”

“Other guys?”

Jordan watched the silhouette of Owen’s head nod.

“I just did. I never felt any real attraction toward any of the girls.”

“Nothing?”

“I saw their beauty. I understood this sexual aspect they possessed sooner than most of the guys, but a real sexual attraction. No. Why Owen, do you feel something toward some of the guys?”

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t know, or afraid to admit?”

“Have you ever had sex with a guy?”

“No, not yet. Have you?”

Owen nodded his head as he struggled to control his breathing.

“At Fenton’s party last month, Kevin and I…we ended up in a bedroom upstairs. I had just gone up to find a bathroom and ran into him coming out. He…pulled me into the room and killed the lights. He asked if Emily was behind me, that he was hiding from her. He pulled me to sit with him on the bed. It was dark in the room, only light was from that security light at their garage shining through the window. And…”

“And?”

“He touched me, and I let him. Then he got me to touch him. We didn’t really do anything; not really. We just jerked each other off, is all.”

“Wow, Kevin and you. I’m surprised. Not so much about Kevin, but I am surprised it was with you.”

“You won’t tell, will you?”

“No, of course not. But do you now think about it?”

“Yes…all the time. You wonder what it would be like to go further? Do more?”

Jordan felt hot, the interior of the car stifling. He wanted out and he suddenly considered what lay at his feet. What Owen was suggesting.

“Let’s get out of the car.”

Jordan went up to the dock and easily hopped up, twisting around as he did, and sat on its edge. Owen came up, leaned against it only a foot away.

“If someone was willing to have sex with you, how far would you go?”

Owen rocked back and forth, the in a low voice, barely audible he finally answered.

“I don’t know. I guess I would do whatever they wanted.”

Sitting silently, Jordan toyed with his cock through his jeans, imaging getting Owen out of his clothes. He pictured Owen between his legs sucking his cock, then he imaged Owen letting him fuck him. He felt his cock begin to grow erect. It was painful the way it was trapped in his jeans. ‘Fuck it’ he thought as he undid them, raised his ass and slipped them down and over his knees. Owen jerked back a little then watched the jeans and boxers fall down his legs bunching up around his ankles. Jordan wanted Owen to watch. It made him feel more aroused to see Owen looking down toward his feet where he kicked off each shoe, then worked each foot free, letting everything drop to the ground. Naked from the waist down, he spread his legs till his right knee bumped Owen on the arm.

“Is this okay?” Jordan asked as he manipulated his cock, tugged on it feeling it grow harder. It elongated, stretched out to its full length, thick in his hand.

Owen nodded his head as he turned toward Jordan. The lone security light across the parking lot was enough to illuminate Jordan’s front, the white shirt that seemed to glow in the dim light and his naked lower body, with his cock angled up hard.

“You want to touch me?”

Owen nodded his head again and Jordan let go of his cock, leaning back on his both hands, his torso stretched out, his cock fully visible. He watched the tentative hand reach out, slowly, till it was resting on his thigh. It moved upward, sliding around it till he felt fingers graze his nuts, push against them. Then fingers moved up on his cock, encircled it and stroked it awkwardly.

“Yeah, that feels good” Jordan whispered sitting back up. He put one hand on the side of Owen’s face then moved it upward combing fingers through the thick black hair. Pushing back till his hand was moving over the back of Owen’s head and he closed it into a fist grasping him by the hair. Owen whimpered as he tugged his head back.

“Do you want me?”

“YYyyeeesss.”

Jordan pulled him forward, pulled till Owen’s face was up to his crotch. He felt the exhale of warm breath just before he felt the wet tongue touch his cock. He pulled Owen closer. “Take me” he uttered as he used his other hand to wipe his cock across Owen’s face. He rubbed it over each cheek, then below his nose, finally across the lips. They parted, letting the head of his cock slip through and he pulled Owen’s head down on it further. “Suck it.”

Leaning back on his elbows, Jordan watched the dark silhouette of Owen’s head move up and down on his cock. It was in rhythm to the sensations he felt, the wet enveloping of his cock, the swirl of tongue over the head and the drag of lips locked tightly around it as they moved up and down. Owen was awkward, never able to fall into a smooth rhythm but for Jordan it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the way it felt, the stimulation, till he was fighting the urge to pump his hips upward. He undid the buttons of his shirt and let it fall open, exposing his torso. The warm night air felt good against his skin. He felt even better when Owen ran a hand up his stomach and over his chest.

Jordan closed his eyes and let the sensations overcome him. Owen on his cock, mouth working up and down. It pushed his arousal till his cock ached for release. He sat up and slide his fingers through Owen’s hair, balled his fist up then pushed down as he felt the surge of release. He held Owen on his spurting cock, as wad after wad filled the boy’s mouth. He felt him struggle at first then swallow, once, twice, three times. Letting go, he felt those lips move along his sensitive cock, the tongue swirl around the head making him shudder. Fingers grasp the base of it and milked out the last of his load.

“Okay…stop, stop…PLEASE” Jordan exclaimed when Owen licked off the last drop. Leaning on his elbows, he saw Owen step back and could tell he was once again acting anxious. He knew Owen was wondering if this was going to be it. “Owen, come up here on the dock” he whispered as he stood.

Owen went down to the metal stair and walked toward Jordan. A few feet away Jordan threw up a hand motioning him to stop.

“Take off your clothes.”

Owen removed his shirt revealing the lean boyish torso beneath. Jordan has not considered how young he looked, less mature, less masculine than himself. Owen was popular, played baseball and hung out with the jocks, so Jordan was surprised by Owen’s build, one he had not seen before. Owen bent and removed his shoes and socks, then he stood and undid his jeans. Jordan noticed a hesitation, a look up to see if he was watching. The jeans were spread open, pushed down and each leg slipped free. Beneath were dark colored boxers, nothing of what was beneath was revealed. Nothing tantalizing in a bold display. Owen slipped them down and bent to slip them off each leg. When he stood Jordan saw him fully, naked from head to foot. His cock was flaccid, and Jordan knew he was still too anxious, too worried about what was going to happen, if anything. He moved close to Owen, held him by the chin raising his head up and kissed him. He knew he was pushing it, might be going too far, for the kiss could be considered too gay. It was one thing to experiment with sex. It was another to show intimacy.

Owen kissed him back, open mouth, sucking in his exhale. Pulling back, Jordan eased to his knees, rubbing his hands down Owen’s side. He felt the smooth soft skin, and the firmness underneath. He felt the slight shivering of the body. Reaching in front he toyed with Owen, tugged gently on the nuts, tugged on the cock, toyed with the head till he felt it respond, grow thicker, elongate in his hand. Then he bent forward and took it in his mouth.

He thought about how Owen did him, moving those lips up and down his cock. He remembered what he had seen online, on gay porn sites and how guys sucked each other. And he pushed his mouth down Owen’s growing erection till his nose was pressed into the firm flat abdomen. Owen swelled quickly; any hesitation gone as soon as he took him. Owen thickened till his mouth was full of cock. He worked his lips along its length and felt it flex on his tongue.

Owen moaned, cried out when he tongued the head and he knew he wouldn’t last long. He pulled off and stood, really sensing his taller height. Seven or eight inches taller than Owen. He thought of Emily and Justin, Emily so petite Justin towered over her even though he was only five-eleven or so. He thought about how Emily seemed to almost disappear within Justin’s arms, cocooned in his embrace, and he wondered how Owen would feel wrapped up in his arms.

“Wwwhy did you stop?” Owen asked, the disappointment evident in his voice.

“It’s too soon” Jordan responded as he took him by the shoulders and gently turned him around.

“What are you doing?” Owen asked, although Jordan thought it obvious and he couldn’t help but to smile at how Owen turned so willingly even as he asked the question.

Down on his knees once again, Jordan pushed Owen to bend over as he pressed his mouth to the cleft between Owen’s round ass cheeks. Owen shuddered and cried out when his tongue dragged up along that most private place. Owen nearly fell over when he tongued the tight rosebud of the opening to the boy’s hole. He tongued it till it was wet, dripping with his salvia and Owen was muttering unintelligibly.

He eased back on his feet, his own cock so hard, his arousal so great he was leaking, and he leaned over the Owen, pressed his chest to the small back as he pressed his cock to that wet hole.

“Jordan…I don’t know?” Owen whispered.

“You want me to stop?”

After a silence that seemed far too long, Owen whispered “No”.

Jordan pushed against Owen’s tightness, telling him to relax, to push back. Asked him didn’t he want it as he felt the resistance. He pushed again and felt his cock squeeze through the tightness. Owen shivered as he penetrated him, sank cock into him slowly, inch by inch. He bearhugged him, put one arm around his neck and began to move his hips back and forth, slowly, gently, feeling the tightness tug at his cock.

It seemed to take forever but suddenly Owen was pushing back on his cock, his mutterings louder, telling him to do it, to fuck him. He stood, hands holding Owen’s narrow waist and he fucked. Full deep penetrations then the pull outward. He used the full length of his cock, sank into Owen’s depths as far as he could. As Owen loosened to him, took him with ease, begging him to fuck harder, he increased his pace. He fucked till Owen’s voice reverberated with the rough rocking of his body. He built up a steady rhythm, hips smacking against ass, louder and louder. Only Owen’s cries were louder.

Jordan never felt so aroused. Never realized how good it could feel. He wanted it to last. He wanted to cum. Desires so intertwined he couldn’t think straight. He leaned against Owen’s back and fucked to cum, grinding his hips against him. He piston his cock inside Owen faster and faster till he wondered how long he could take it. Owen’s hands touched his thighs, the fingers digging into the flesh. It spurned him onward, made him fuck harder. He drove into Owen till it was too late.

“I’m going to cum” he uttered, as he pushed into Owen’s depths. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t will himself to last longer. He pushed inward till he rocked Owen forward, and shuddered with release. He kept working his hips, pushing his spurting cock through his load. When he was spent, he slowly, painfully, eased his cock inward and out a few times savoring the feel of it, this release and the way it made him sensitive to every touch. Then he eased out of Owen.

He turned Owen to face him, guided him down on the dock  on his back. Owen looked confused, not sure what he was doing. He had to knock his hand away from his own cock, telling him no. He moved over the him, took his cock and eased down on it. He pushed through the tightness, the pain, and sank his ass on Owen’s cock. It let it fill his hole; penetrate his depths as he ground his ass down on Owen’s abdomen.

He took his cock and stroked it in rhythm to his movements. The up and down of his ass, taking Owen into his hole, the fullness of it, stretching him open. He wanted it, this connection between them.

At first, Owen seemed to be in a trance, just lying there letting him do as he wished, then he began to push upward. Jordan felt the way Owen tried to get deeper inside him. He felt the rhythmic movement of the hips below him. Then he felt a hand knock his own away and take his cock, stroke it roughly as cock sank into his ass. His body grew hot, feverish, sweat breaking out on his torso, and trickled down in his face. His legs burned with his exertion, and he heaved for breath. Owen sat up, keeping his cock in a tight hold, and hugged their bodies together with his other arm. He felt the hot body against his own, skin sliding slickly against each other. Owen’s hot exhales hit his chest, followed by soft kisses, the rake of tongue that moved to his left nipple.  He shuddered when he felt it rake over the hard nub, then lips press over it putting a suction against it.

“Bite it” Jordan urged Owen as he held the boy’s head against his nipple. Teeth took the hard nub and bit, and he shivered from the pain. It coursed through him making his cock flex in the tight grip. Then he felt his cock pressed against Owen’s chest. Felt it rub across slick skin. He shuddered and bucked against the boy, rocked his hips and moved up and down faster, dragging his cock up and down Owen’s chest while working his ass on the boy’s cock. Owen’s tongued dragged over the center of his chest, then there was hot exhales of breath and utterances he couldn’t make out. Owen tightened his embrace then cried out.

Jordan kept moving on Owen’s cock as it ejaculated, flexing each time within him. He rose and fell on it till Owen begged him to stop. As Owen shuddered against him, he came. He felt his cock erupt as it slid down Owen’s chest. The smell of it rose up between them and Owen shuddered again and pushed him off.

Lying on the hard-concrete dock he saw Owen looking at him, leaned back on his hands, cock going flaccid and cum trickling down his chest. Owen raked some of it up with his finger and licked it off making the two of them burst out laughing.

“Nasty fuck” Jordan uttered as he rolled to his feet. “It’s getting late and we should go.”

 

 

All day on Sunday, Jordan thought about it. He fought the urge to masturbate, getting aroused every time he thought of Owen sucking his cock, or taking his fuck, or he riding on Owen’s cock till they both came. By that night he couldn’t hold back any longer, spewing a load over his chest and stomach.

At school the next Monday, he wondered how Owen would act. At first, it seemed as if everything was back to the normal routine of Owen ignoring him, afraid to look him in the eye but between first and second period, passing in the corridor, Owen looked up and smiled. It made him laugh, this mischievous smile on such an innocent face. And it occurred nearly ever time they crossed paths. Owen didn’t engage him in conversation, but that smiled said it all.

The week was progressing as usual, classes preparing for final exams, teachers trying to get them to focus for one more exam, and everyone getting more and more excited as graduation neared. Wednesday afternoon, Jordan went to his locker for his science textbook for fifth period and found Owen standing at it.

“What’s up?” Jordan asked, keeping up their charade.

“I think you dropped this after fourth period” Owen replied holding out a small brown bag with the top folded over and stabled.

Jordan knew it was bullshit that the bag was his, but he also knew not to question it. It was obvious Owen was trying to pass something to him. “Thanks” he replied taking the bag. Owen turned and walked away heading to his fifth period class.

In the classroom, seated in his usual place he eased the bag open and saw it held a note and a small white device, something that resembled his mother’s garage door opener. He knew immediately it was to the gate at Owen’s parent’s seed store. He opened the note, careful not to let anyone see it.

Can you meet me tonight? At 8 pm? Text me at ___-______ to let me know. 

It was a bit risky, getting his parents not to question where he was going on a weeknight then wanting to stay out till late. And there was the fact it would still be light at eight, the days getting longer and longer. He didn’t know if any of the businesses around the property stayed open late and if they did, could they see the dock? It was enclosed by a chain link fence which provided no privacy, but shrubs and trees grew thickly along it.

“Rachel.”

“Yes, Jordan?”

“If I needed you to lie for me, say…tell my parents if they call, I’m at your house studying, would you?”

“What? What are you up to?”

“Come on, Rachel, please don’t ask for details. Not yet. But would you?”

She smiled at him, knowing something was up. It was the first time he had every asked for such a favor, something she and her friends had done more than once. “Sure, Jordan, no problem.”

Around seven Jordan told his mom he was going to Rachel’s to study and went into his room to change. A t-shirt and a pair of gym shorts and nothing underneath. He felt his cock against the soft fabric, lose, freely moving about and wondered if he could make it without getting an erection. He doubted it. He picked up his backpack to make it look good and headed out.

He arrived at the seed store a little before eight, eased his Tahoe up to the gate and used the remote, and watched the gate slide open. He eased into the deserted lot, wondering if Owen was here. A glance in the mirror to make sure the gate was closing behind him he drove toward the back. Circling the fertilizer shed he saw an old truck. Basic white model, twenty years old or older. It sat low and its faded white paint showed it had been well used. As he neared it Owen’s head was visible through the open window.

He saw the scratches, especially along the top of the bed, the bent antenna and the missing nameplate on the front fender and wondered why Owen was driving this old thing. He opened the passenger door and understood why. There was a vinyl bench  seat spanning the cab. Owen was dressed in cargo shorts and a t-shirt and he wondered if there was underwear underneath them. He’d find out soon enough.

Sitting on the passenger side, door closed, he looked over and saw Owen had some of the anxiousness from before. Not as bad, but it was there. Looking around, able to see what their surroundings were like, he saw nothing along the fence but shrubs and trees. A few roof tops were visible above, but no windows overlooking the lot. Owen sat quietly, barely moving, when he turned toward him, left knee up on the seat, legs spread and began to openly toy with himself.

“Owen.”

“Yes, Jordan.”

“Strip.”

“Huh…” Owen replied looking surprised, then he smiled, nodding his head. Leaning forward, he pulled his t-shirt off. He undid his shorts, raised his ass and slipped them off, along with the boxers underneath. Sitting naked, his cock half hard, Jordan smiled at him, realizing Owen was more comfortable this time. More at ease allowing himself to become aroused.

Jordan slid over closer and took Owen in hand. He toyed with Owen’s cock, tugged on it, stroked the shaft as it grew erect. He rubbed the head till he heard the stifled cry and saw the shuddering body. He leaned over and took Owen in his mouth, slipped his lips all the way down it, till he felt pubes against his nose. He inhaled Owen’s scent then moved upward till he could toy with the head. Owen pushed his head down to make him stop, pushed down till his nose was buried in those pubes once again. He would bring Owen off first this time, let him know this was not just about his own pleasure.

Owen quickly grew fully erect, his cock filling Jordan’s mouth. Jordan rose up, worked Owen around, put the right knee of the seat spreading his legs, then Jordan dove down between them. He tongued the sac, moved those nuts around in it, then took one in his mouth and tugged on it till Owen shivered and pushed up with his hips. He dragged his tongue along the hard cock, felt the smooth tube of flesh against his tongue, then the flared head where he traced its shape and licked at the slit. Owen cried out and told him to stop, begged, pleaded with him to stop. He put his lips around that sensitive head and pushed down taking Owen in his mouth again.

All too soon, Owen was trying to push upward, put one hand on Jordan’s head holding him in place. Then he came, spurting thick wads into Jordan’s mouth till it was full making his swallow.

Owen leaned against the door panting, his cock still hard, glistening wetly in the late light of the day. Jordan opened the door and stood by the truck. He pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it on the dash. He pushed the gym shorts down, working them over his cock till they fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them and placed them with the shirt. Naked, cock half hard, he stood in the open door and stroked it, Owen’s eyes following his hand. He was soon fully erect, and he leaned into the truck, grabbed Owen by the legs and dragged him across the seat till he was on his back and each leg was against his chest.

“Jordan?” Owen whimpered as if he wasn’t sure but when Jordan raked his cock up and down that bare smooth ass, up and down along that dark line that led to that tight rosebud, Owen threw his head back and moaned. He rubbed his cock over the Owen’s tightness, worked his cock over it till he was leaking. He pushed his wet cock against Owen, rubbed it with small circular motions till Owen was wet.

“You want me to stop?”

“Fuck no…Jordan…do it. Stick me” Owen uttered as he took his own cock and began to stroke it, his hand moving wetly up and down.

Jordan pushed against Owen’s tightness till he felt the head of his cock squeeze through it. He eased into Owen, inch after inch, watching Owen shake. He kept pushing till his hips pushed against Owen’s ass and he held still for a moment. Then he fucked. Slowly at first, pulling nearly free, then pushing back in, over and over and over. Owen grunted when he sank all the way into him, shuddered as he piston his cock inside him. As Owen loosened to his fuck, he increased his pace till the seat squeaked and Owen’s moans reverberated through the hot humid air.

Owen slid away from him as he hammered his hole, so he grabbed each thigh and roughly pulled him back to the edge of the seat and jammed his cock back inside him, all the way, and began to fuck again. He fucked to cum, knowing they didn’t have time to really mess around, to let each fuck take as long as they could endure. He thrust into Owen, smacking his abdomen against Owen’s ass.

Owen began to stroke his own cock. He was leaking so much Jordan could hear the slick hand as if moved up and down rapidly. Owen bucked up, pushed against his thrust inwards. The truck rocked and the seat squeaked as Owen thrashed around. Then he felt it, the way Owen spasm around his cock. He saw Owen go rigid, head thrown back, and cum spattering his chest and stomach.

Then he felt his own need for release, the tightening of his body, this surge running through him. He shoved inward and piston his cock in Owen’s depths till he couldn’t stop. His cock swelled, grew so sensitive he shuddered with every move, and came. He jammed forward with every ejaculation, trying to go deeper, till he couldn’t take it, finally spent and too sensitive to continue. He pulled out, grabbing his clothes as he stepped back.

Owen sat up and watched him dress wishing they had more time.

“Jordan?”

“Yes, Owen.”

“Will you meet me here Friday night?”

“Yes.”

 

Friday night arrived and Owen had made an appearance at the park, hanging out with his friends. When he saw the Tahoe drive by, he made his excuses. He fought the urge to run to his truck, the old company truck he had driven, telling everyone his car wouldn’t start. A little white lie. He knew where to catch up with that Tahoe and within a few blocks he was behind it.

They drove through town, taking roads less traveled, till they came to the gate. It slid open and the Tahoe followed by the old truck eased into the lot, past the office, around the fertilizer shed and up to the dock.

Jordan wanted tonight to be a bit different. He wanted Owen to take a more dominant lead. He wore gym shorts and a tank top and when he stepped out of the Tahoe, he pulled everything off. He crossed the short distance to the truck naked and saw Owen watching him, at first surprised, then smiling, like a child in a candy store. Sitting in the truck he reached over grabbed Owen by the pant leg and front pocket of his jeans and dragged him across the seat till he was out from behind the steering wheel. Then he climbed on his lap facing him. The cab was suddenly tight, his head nearly touching the top as he ground his ass down then pushed his growing erection against Owen’s chest. He liked the feel of his nakedness against Owen’s clothed body, this notion of submission, where he was naked, vulnerable, Owen’s to do with as he pleased. He felt Owen’s hands on his lower back, then on his ass. Fingers of one hand slipped down between his cheeks and he pushed back against them.

“Yeah…Owen…do it…finger me” Jordan whispered in Owen’s ear as he continued to undulate against him. Those fingers slide down between his cheeks all the way and raked up and down. One pushed against and circled his tight opening, then sank into it making him shiver with the penetration.

“Put another one in me…stretch me open…make me feel it” Jordan uttered in hushed breathless gasps. Another finger stretched him open, pushed through his tightness then sank into his depths. It piston in his hole then pulled out. Three fingers pushed into him. He felt his tightness fight against them, painfully stretching against their penetration. He worked his ass on those fingers then pushed his cock against Owen’s chest feeling it rub over the soft fabric of the shirt.

He sat down on those fingers, the hand pinned underneath him, and began to undo Owen’s shirt till he could spread it open. Then he kissed Owen, moved his body upward dragging his leaking cock over the smooth stomach and chest. It flexed with the stimulation making him moan.

“Take it out” Jordan uttered as he rubbed up against the bare chest feeling Owen’s hot exhalations against his stomach.

Owen fumbled around beneath him and when he eased downward, he finally felt it, hard, pushing against his ass. Owen rubbed it along his ass then pushed it against his opening. He eased down on it, let it stretch him open and penetrate him. He felt the shaft slide through his tightness, the fullness of it as he eased down all the way. Owen grunted when he ground his ass on that cock.

Up and down, slowly at first, Jordan moved on Owen, feeling cock push into his depths. He felt his nakedness, this exposure that revealed all to Owen. His muscular tall body, his stomach tightened up, flat, firm, and his cock, so achingly hard he was leaking, leaving a trail on Owen’s chest. Then he wanted Owen to cum inside him, wanted to pleasure him till he filled his hole. He moved faster, rougher. Owen moaned and grunted as he rode him, worked his body up and down till the muscles in his legs burned with their exertions. And he kept going.

The cab of the truck grew smaller, hotter, his skin sweating. He was panting as he moved on Owen, took him all the way over and over and over. He felt his own need, the need for release and he worked his hips to stimulate his cock more against Owen.

“Fuck” Owen uttered, and Jordan felt fingers dig into each thigh. He rose upward, pushed with his hips sliding his cock higher on Owen’s chest and came. He shuddered with his release as he felt each ejaculation. Then he slowly pumped his cock through his load that trickled down the flat chest.

Owen suddenly became aggressive, pushed him over on the seat and moved between his legs.
One leg on the back of the seat, the other in the footwell, he opened to Owen who pushed cock back inside him. Shoved inward till he felt the fullness of penetration.

“Fuck me, Owen, fuck me hard” Jordan begged him, and Owen rose up over him and began to fuck. A fast, brutal pace that didn’t last long. Couldn’t as aroused as Owen was, and soon he was jabbing at Jordan’s depths, filling his hole with cum.

 

Summer came to an end, and Owen and Jordan accepted their fate. The going their own way. Their sex had a certain intimacy, but both knew it really wasn’t that serious. They were two gay guys in a small community who found each other and in doing so, discovered what it was like to pleasure another and in turn, give themselves pleasure.

Owen left on a Tuesday giving himself the rest of the week to buy textbooks and get oriented. He was traveling to the next state to attend college, mainly for the course of study, but also to put some distance between him and the community he considered home. Jordan left on Thursday, attending one of the universities in state.

They texted each other, posted in social media images of their dorm rooms and the campus. And they gave each other support, encouragement, for both knew life on campus was going to be different.

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For years I was a married man until I finally admitted that what I crave is cock!  I struggled to be straight, but my true lustful nature got the best of me.  I’m gay.  I don’t just like cock, I worship it.  I want to suck off every guy in the world and swallow his essence.  I want to watch as the veins in his neck bulge, and listen to his gasps as I feel his coveted prize rush into my body.  Afterward, I want to rub his spent rod across my face and savor the intimate touch that confirms just how gay I am.

I doubt you’ve ever met anyone who loves cock as much as I do.  I prefer to see you hard, but even a soft penis encourages me to fantasize about bringing your shaft up to its fullest potential.  You may not be gay, but you’ll never get a better blow job than the one I want to give you.  You’ve never been bottomed so hard as when my ass consumes your rock hard shaft over and over again until you scream my name in ecstasy.  You’ve never been sucked so dry and cleaned so thoroughly as when I’ve left you completely spent with a shit-eating grin on your face.  All you can think of is how long it will take until we do it again!

So I sit on top of you, gazing into your lust-filled eyes as I slide my ass across your manhood.  You are my stallion.  I need you to fuck me.  I cum every time your cock erupts inside of me.  My eyes reveal the lust that lurks among my deepest desires.  My aching loins urge you to join me yet again and you respond.  I feel your shaft grow hard against me.  I reach down and guide your penis home.  You are still sensitive from our recent encounter and you react as the sensation of my tight ass sheathing your rod is almost too much to bear.

We smile at each other as our eyes lock together.  I start moving my ass up and down over your cock with increasing speed.  I can’t believe how hard you feel inside of me.  I get up on my toes and squat over you staying connected the whole time.  And then I start.  My powerful legs move my ass over you like a jackhammer.  I may be a bottom, but this is my show and I am the one in control.  You can’t believe how good this feels and how quickly you know you’re going to cum again.

Still staring into each other’s desperate eyes, that incredible feeling grows in our loins.  I almost scream, “Give it to me you stud!  Fuck me hard!  I am going to ride you until you can’t move.  Breed me you gorgeous stallion.  Let it all go inside of me.  I want to feel a gusher when you cum.”  And then you let loose with a torrent that pours out of me with an unbelievable ferocity.  Our grunts and gasps are heard throughout the “oh God’s”, “Fuck me’s” and “Shit’s” that punctuate our mutual and ultimate apex.

Finally, I slide off of you and turn to a 69 position.  I sensuously take your cock in my mouth as I fall asleep, contented for the moment.  In these rare moments, I have everything I need!

Three months had passed since Donald had first taken on Malcolm as a helper and in that time their love had grown to the point where they shared a bed every night. One morning they were both naked in the kitchen having fetched in the hen eggs and packed them ready for sale.

They were just finishing their coffee when a knock came on the door. Donald slipped on a pair of shorts and went to see who it was so early, as it was half an hour to the shop opening. Don was surprised to see the postman standing there, ” Registered letter for Malcolm he said. I will sign hes just in the bathroom getting ready. Ok said the postman and Don signed and waved the postman off in his van.

Registered letter for you Malcolm shouted Don up the stairs, Malcolm came down, and carefully opened the envelope, Don was surprised to see a wad of notes. Great! said Malcolm this calls for a celebration, I ve sold my first painting, Don looked puzzled, of the loch Malcolm explained, I contacted my old tutor and he put it in a gallery in Edinburgh and it sold for fifty pounds, So this weekend Im going treat us to a nice meal in Edinburgh. He opened the letter that came with the cash and uttered out loud that The gallery wants some more paintings as soon as I can. that’s Great news said Don, but wouldn’t you prefer to save the money for yourself. No Way ! said Malcolm, you deserve a treat as thanks for giving me the job and being my new Dad.

They opened the shop and Malcolm was surprised to see a classic Rolls Royce pull up outside, a chauffeur opened the car door and a middle aged lady in Tweed made her way into the shop. Its Lady Craithey said Don, its the start of the Grouse season so this should be a big order. Good morning my Lady said Don, Good morning she retorted, Don interrupted her to introduce Malcolm to her. she smiled and said Don’t let Don bully you, and Im glad to see you’ve got some help. Here s the list for the Grouse shoot on Friday of next week, Ive got some very important guests coming so there s a bit more and some extras than usual.

Don scanned the list, and assured her that there was no problem items all should be available at the Wholesalers. I was wondering she said if theres any chance you could deliver it on Thursday morning as the car is due a service and Im afraid the Daimler has been put out to grass at last, the big end has gone and its not worth spending the money on for something we only use once in a while. No problem Malcolm and I will be there ten o clock sharp on Thurs, so that Cook can get to work on the buffet etcetera. Wonderful said Lady Craithey, see you Thursday then. She went out to the car and turned back, Drat she said, I need some writing paper ink and envelopes and some stamps , a book of twelve will do, charge them to the bill will you, Malcolm gathered her requests and passed them to her as she got into the Rolls.

Wow who is she said Malcolm? Lady Crathey is one of the richest landholders around here, she manages 7000 acres of moor, forest and farmland, you will see the house when we deliver next Thursday, that is something to behold. We will be expected to wear full highland dress to deliver as we enter the house with the Goods and don’t leave it at the servants part. Her husband died several years ago, not that he was any good at running the estate, she did it, she was the one with the money and the brains and he had the heritage, his family go back to William Wallace, on the wrong side of the blanket of course, Don said with a wry smile.

The following evening dressed to impress in full Highland dress the two set out for Edinburgh for their meal. They both enjoyed it washed down with wine, and at the end of the meal as they drank their coffee, Dons face paled and said to Malcolm, Iv e got something for you, my thanks for this evening. and he passed a small box over to Malcolm, the lad looked puzzled, Gone on open it or I shall start to blub. Malcolm opened it and in its velvet lining was a beautiful gold ring set with a large diamond. I –

I cant accept this said Malcolm its too much, I want you to have it and wear it always, it was Effie s said Don, you have come to mean that much to me your more than a helper, your my adoptive son. Malcolm squeezed Dons hand and slipped the ring on his ring finger surprised it fit perfectly, it fits you perfectly Effie always had big fingers it had to be altered for her when I bought it.

Malcolm had tears in his eyes as he looked at the ring and how it sparkled, thank you, I will treasure it always. They laughed all the way back to the shop. and when they had both undressed and were in bed, Malcolm turned and kissed Don deeply, he reached over and within minutes he slipped his hard cock into Dons love tunnel which opened to receive him. They kissed as the lad thrust gently in and out of Dons passage and then suddenly the lad gave a gasp and Don felt warm seed bursting inside him, then another, then another this made Don gasped and he hugged the lad tight and they embraced, that’s my present to you said the lad, Ive seeded my new Dad and we have bonded forever. They fell asleep in each others arms.

They awoke next morning and both held hands as they gathered up the hen eggs. Don looked at his watch and they decided they had time for a naked swim in the loch, before opening up. There first customer was Don Macleod, who Malcolm joked with Don, that he looked about a hundred, he had a wizened face that reminded the lad of one of those Capuchin monkeys he d seen at Edinburgh Zoo. Hes only 65 said Don, gosh he looks ancient.

He hasn’t looked after himself well, his life as been quite tragic. Oh im sorry said the lad, no, mostly of his own doing, he likes drink and cigarettes to much, coming back from the pub a couple of year ago , he was that drunk he fell in the loch, luckily it was a dry spell and the loch where he fell was quite shallow, the Pastor found him the next morning, soaking wet, it was a wonder he didn’t catch pneumonia! We thought he might mend his ways . but made no difference, get that crate of 6 bottles of beer and the 2 of ‘whisky from under the shelf there and carry it out to his cart, the lad did so and he was handed the money by Don, the lad counted it and noticed it was two pounds short, which he pointed out to him, grudgingly he handed the two pounds over.

He always tries that said Don after he had left. They shut the shop after lunch and armed with the list for the grouse shoot they set off for the wholesalers about ten miles away, they filled up the van with all the goods and grabbed a bite at the café close by. Don drove carefully on the way back as there was several crates of Champagne and spirits in the back as well as Ham, leg of pork and lots of chutneys, breads etc required for the buffet.

Thursday arrived and dressed in full Highland dress with all the goods on board they set off for the Estate. they skirted the Loch and crossed the bridge, Don explained that all the land from now on belonged to Lady Crathey , they turned into the gates the posts of which were emblazoned with stone stags heads,and along the mile drive with the loch on one side and forest on the other, they turned the corner and nothing could have prepared Malcolm for what he saw next, rather than a house it was more like a Castle, with turrets, battlements and large floor to ceiling windows on the ground floor, some of which were opened and Malcolm could here Scottish music being played.

They rang the doorbell which was one of the pull type, and a liveried butler opened the door and bade them enter, they were greeted by Lady Crathy resplendent in a suit of her family tartan, she greeted them and instructed them to place the goods in the withdrawing room, she had the butler open the large windows so they could pull up outside and tables were awaiting the goods, she led Don to her study and he passed her the bill, she did n t bat an eyelid as she saw the amount, £760 pounds was the total plus £300 for the Caviar. She handed Don the amount in cash and told him to unload the goods. ,The goods were soon unloaded and Cook was on hand to take any perishables to the cool larder.

They thanked the servants and jumped in the van and drove back, with Don pointing out the many statues gracing the park. Several came back from the Grand tour, about the only thing her husband had an eye for and he picked up one or two really rare and valuable sculptures for a pittance. As they stopped by the loch looking back at the house, Malcolm took out his sketchbook and started to rough sketch the house. Don peeped over and Malcolm certainly knew his skills it was excellent and only took a few minutes.

They drove back and still in their Highland dress took a walk by the loch as the evening light was now fading, they turned and kissed and the lad knelt and put his head up Dons kilt, who gasped as the lad took Dons cock in his mouth teasing his piss slit with his tongue and fingering his hole deep as he sucked and sucked on it. Don trembled and shot his load into the lads mouth, and again and again, the lad came from under the kilt licking his lips with pleasure, and he kissed Don tenderly while they walked back. They had supper and retired for the night.

( to be continued)

Joel, a 30-year-old high school teacher and wrestling coach and former collegiate wrestler at 190-pounds, during his 2019 summer break from teaching is a door-to-door salesman for a men’s athletic sports clothing firm to supplement his limited income as a high school teacher and coach.

Joel is a handsome and hot hunk weighing 190-hard pounds; stands 6-feet and 2-inches; black curly well-trimmed hair; brown eyes; a muscled almost hairless body except for his head hair, underarms and dark pubic hair; a massive 9-inch cut thick cock with big oversized balls full of cum; and he was a regional and state wrestling champ during his high school years as well as a conference champion his junior and senior years in college. His wrestling career has developed his body into a real sexy hunk. He has been a biology techer and head wrestling coach for the past five years at River High School in his home town. His team has been state champions for the past three years. The across town rival City High School has never beaten Joel’s team in a dual match. Joel is single, has no steady girlfriend but has played the dating game with many hot chicks.

Ricky graduated from City High School last May and he turned 19 on August 1, 2019 ready for college in a few weeks. He is an only child. His parents are big boosters of the sports at his high school and especially the wrestling team where Ricky was a four year varsity wrestler and state champion his junior and senior year.

Ricky was the only state champion from his team in the four years he was on the team. He usually wrestled at 150-pounds. Ricky stands 5-feet and 10-inches; has sun bleached blond hair and very light blue eyes; very light complexion; a smooth hairless body except for his head hair, underarms and light blond fuzz pubic hair around that sexy cock and balls; his cut cock is 6.5 inches when hard and he has normal sized balls; very slim light muscled body structure from his many years as  a wrestler; and he is always a very horny young gay dude that is a total bottom with some man sex his senior years with two of his horny buddies on the wrestling team. He managed to get fucked a couple of times a week.

On Friday August 23, 2019 after a successful summer of selling sports apparel around the city, Joel set out on his last day as a door to door salesman as he would be back at school the following Monday. Around 10:00 AM, he rang the doorbell at a home in the upper scale neighborhood when Ricky answered the door with his parents at work.

Surprised to see Coach Joel from the rival high school, Ricky said: “HI Coach Joel, a nice surprise to see you. I heard from some of my buddies at your school that you were a door to door salesman this summer selling very nice and expensive sports clothing. Please come in and get off the hot streets.”

“WOW Ricky, I had no idea you lived at this address. It is nice seeing you again and once again congratulations in being a state champion. You really took care of my wrestler at 150-pounds. He never had a chance against you and that athletic body  and those incredible moves yuo have perfected. Yes, let me show you some of my sports ware.”

“Coach it is really hot outside and you seem a little sweaty. How about a drink? I have ice tea, coffee, water and soda. What can I get you? I had just got home from Starbucks and I also have coffee from there. Man, I’m lucky to have gotten home before you rang.”

“Thanks Ricky, I have a glass of cold tea. Also thanks for letting me show you some samples  of gym shorts, pull over shirts and tennis shoes.”

“Coach, do you mind if I strip off my clothes and try on a pair of those hot red gym shorts? By the way, I’m not wearing any briefs or boxers on this hot day but you see jocks like me every day nude in the shower.” (It was obvious that Ricky was about to make his move on the sexy Coach)

“Oh that is  fine Ricky, yes I have seen lots of nude jocks over the years. Thanks for the tea, it has hit the spot.”

Ricky took off all his clothes and stood there butt naked and oh my goodness his cock began to stiffen looking at the hot coach. Full  of lust, Ricky moved close to the coach, took hold of those gym shorts as he rubbed his hand against Joel’s hand. Ricky deliberately rubbed his growing leaking cock against Coach Joel’s leg pants with a few drops of precum landed the Coach’s leg pants.

“Excuse me Ricky, what in the hell are you doing? I see jocks naked but I’m not into them sexually Are you gay? Look you just stained my pants with that precum. And I have other homes to visit. Are you coming on to me? You must understand I’m not gay. I am much older than you plus I could be fired as a teacher.”

“OH FUCK COACH, relax, I’m horny as hell and yes I’ve lusted after you every since my team wrestled at your school. Man you have such a hot bubble ass and I have noticed that there is an impressive package in those tight pants. I’ve masturbated many times fantasying that you were using that big cock to fuck my puckering juicy ass. I want you to breed my man pussy and give me that warm spunk of yours up my ass channel. You know that a hole is just a hole. I can make that cock explode in my hole. Trust me, you will love my tight ass and the way I can use my ass muscles to squeeze that throbbing cock and milk you dry of all your man seed. This will be our secret, you will not be fired.  My jock buddies love the way I use my pussy muscles to milk then dry.

Coach, I’m a true bottom and have a jock’s cock in my ass at least twice a week. You will moan and scream in total pleasure as I give you the best orgasm you have ever had. Trust me Coach. I crave for sex with an older man like you. I’m use to only to those 18 to 19-year-old buddies cocks.  WOW Coach, I just put my hand on your crotch and shit you’re rock hard. Man, you want to fuck me don’t you?”

“Ricky, I don’t know about this. I’ve never been with a man but I admit to you, our secret, I’m really turned on right now. Shit, am I bi-sexual or is just that you’re such a hot young dude with a juicy  youthful ass? I admit I have been curious about how a man’s ass is different from a woman’s pussy. Now you promise this will be our secret forever?”

“Coach I promise on my scout oath.”

Ricky began to help Coach Joel get naked. Ricky leaned in as their naked warm bodies made contact and by then their rock hard cocks banged together spewing precum on their crotches. Young hormone driven horny Ricky began to wildly plant hot kisses on Coach Joel’s wet lips. The Coach had lost all inhibitions and was wild with lust for his first man on man sex. Joel was so ready for action that he opened his mouth wide inviting Ricky’s young juicy tongue to the back of his throat. For the next five minutes, the sound of sloppy wild French kissing was in action while both guys salvia ran down their chins and onto their naked chests. They also were wildly thrusting their crotches and cocks into each other with hard humping. Both guys began to moan and grunt like wild beasts overcome with animal urges that they could no longer control. The sex was getting very hot.

Ricky so happy and horny made his next aggressive move as he got down on his knees while Joel stood with his hard cock standing at attention, Ricky grabbed hold of the base of that blod filled pulsating leaking cock and took it deep in his throat and began to swallow all that spewing very sweet precum. Ricky went to work with a hot wild blowjob on Joel’s huge 9-inch dick. Ricky came off and back all the way down on that massive cock over and over while the Coach moaned and thrust his hips forward enjoying that deep mouth on his manhood. Joel put his hands on the back of Ricky’s head and helped drive that mouth deep on that aching cock.

“OH FUCK YEA RICKY SUCK MY DAMN HARD COCK. THIS IS THE BEST BLOWJOB I’VE EVERT HAD. DON’T STOP; MAKE ME COME IN THAT YOUNG FUCKING HOT MOUTH. FUCK YEA A MAN KNOWS HOW TO SUCK ANOTHER MAN’S DAMN COCK LIKE NO WOMAN CAN. MAN THIS IS AWESOME.”

Ricky realizing and feeling how hard Coach Joel’s beating cock was in his mouth, decided to get off that 9-incher and get it deep in his ass. Ricky got down on his back on a big soft rug in the living room, spread his sweaty young legs and feet, lifted his pink puckering ass and said: “Hey Coach, it is all yours. Experience your first man pussy. Give me that fucking big 9-inch cock now. I can take it all. Breed your young bitch.”

With pure lust in his eyes and all through his athletic body, Coach Joel came down between the young jock’s legs, pointed his huge cock at that puckering young ass and with one hard thrust buried his big cock in that man pussy for his first experience of his cock in a man ‘s ass. Ricky immediately used his ass muscles to squeeze hard that throbbing cock in a vice.

Coach Joel soon became like a wild bull jamming his cock deeper and deeper in that man pussy with the most awesome feeling his cock had ever had in any hole. He performed a fuck for the ages on young Ricky’s pussy. He jack hammered that 19-year-old pussy while both hot horny guys moaned and grunted like never before.

Ricky had never had that big of a cock in his ass and his young 18 and 19 year old fuck buddies had never given him this much pleasure with their dicks. The Coach’s experienced cock moved all around Ricky’s  wet ass walls and was driven hard into that young prostate over and over giving Ricky his greatest pleasure of man sex ever.

Joel and Ricky got into hot moves of using their many wrestling moves to have the most awesome pleasurable man sex.

“OH COACH, YEA FUCK ME HARD, YEA I LOVE THAT BIG COCK INSIDE ME, YOU KNOW HOW TO FUCK A MAN’S PUSSY. MAN, I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME EVER DAY. OH HOLY SHIT, OH MY GOD, THIS FEELS SO GOOD. COME IN ME, MAKE ME YOUR BITCH.”

That did it as Coach Joel had crossed the blue line and he exploded with a huge load of his man seed deep in that young pussy. It was a volcanic load of thick messy warm semen in that ass. As Rciky felt that warm semen flood his pussy, it caused him to ejacualte all over his body and the rug without him touching his hard cock. Ricky had won the sex proposition that morning that had him still horny for more of Coach Joel and that huge 9-inch dick.

It’s a hot and hellish summer day. All the windows in the house are shut and the curtains drawn to keep cool air in. There is no air conditioner in the house. My parents are on vacation at the seaside, and I’m looking after the house. My name is Mickey and I’m twenty-eight years old. My body is slender with great hips and firm ass. I have muscles, but they are not that much defined. Dark brown almost black hair to shoulder and dark brown chestnut colored eyes. My nose is hooked and my skin color is light without the touch of the sun. It’s ten o’clock in the morning and I’m preparing breakfast. When the doorbell rings. I leave the eggs next to the pan and go to the front door. Through the blurred glass, I immediately recognize Vance’s silhouette. He’s my neighbor. He’s dad’s friend , and I’m in love with him and his son. Yes I am gay and everyone knows it. I don’t hide it. Vance is forty-eight years old and he is not exactly a Greek hero, but I love him not for his body, but for who he is. A kind person. Opening the door I see Vance standing in front of them. .He’s perfect to me. He has dirty blue eyes and light brown, almost golden hair that he barely has on his head from wearing a cap. He is a little on the big  side with enlarged belly. His skin is sun-kissed dark bronze with reddish marks. He holds a cigarette in his right callused hand streaked with veins. He smiles at me, revealing uneven and yellowish teeth.

“Hey Mickey, I’m just coming to see how are you. Your dad asked me to keep an eye on you.” Of course he did. Vance inhales the smoke of his cigarette and blows it.

“Come in.” I tell him heading back to the kitchen. Vance came in and closed the door and followed me. He sits down at the table and draws an ashtray.

“Want something to drink, coffee, water, juice?” I asked, sitting next to him. Vance inhales last smoke and smiles and extinguished the cigarette in the ashtray.

“Cold Water Mickey.” I get up and go to the refrigerator and take out a cold water bottle and bring it with glasses to the table. I give him glass with water and Vance swallows it in one gulp. I choose to dare myself and suggest him to fuck me, the worst thing that can happen is for him to ridicule me. I kneel between his legs and run my fingers across his thighs.

“I like you a lot, a long time. I want to blow you and I want you in my ass.” Vance stood up abruptly and walked toward the front door. I get up and follow him.

“Just think about it, I doubt your wife let you stick it in her ass. It’s tighter and better.” He pauses and pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights one and inhales the smoke and steps out out of the house, and I’m left standing in the hallway like a fool. What was I thinking when I suggested sex. I got back in the kitchen and get on with my breakfast.

It’s been two hot days and I can hear the doorbell ring. I look at the clock at eight in the evening. I stand up and come to the door. Through the glass I saw the familiar silhouette of neighbor Vance. I unlock the door and open it. Vance stood before me only in military shorts and flip flops. He smoked a cigarette. He stared at me with his blue-eyed gaze that I couldn’t decipher. He extinguishes a cigarette and tosses it. He shoves me into the house and locks the door and shoves me against the wall and kisses me.

“You’re right she never gave me to put my dick in her ass and she never sucked me, plus we haven’t had sex in years.”

“If I were her, I wouldn’t let you out of the house because you would fuck me twenty-four hours a day all over the house.” I grab his dick through his pants and Vance sighs. I lower my gentle lips and kiss the edge of his chapped and rough lips. Vance lifts me up by putting his hands under my firm buble butt and takes me into the living room. He kisses my lips with indecision and put me down on the couch. I sit down and my lips line up with his crotch. I grab the edge of his pants with each hand and lower them to his knees along with his briefs. His cock was soft, but still it was big. I take it in my mouth and swallow it whole, crossing with my tongue every inch, licking it. Vance moaned as his dick grew in my mouth.

“Uh that’s good!” I kneel between his legs and continue to suck his cock with pleasure. I put my free hand in my pants and put my finger into my ass, preparing it for a monster that has grown in my mouth. The smell of his crotch, of his manhood drove me crazy in the best way possible. My dick was looking to be free, but I was concentrating on his need. I sucked for a few more minutes until his groaning became alarming, and I let go of his monster and stood up. I put my arms on his shoulders and kissed him. He returned the kiss without hesitation this time, inserting his tongue into my mouth. I could smell the cigarettes, taste the coffee and his specific taste. It was divine. While we were kissing he clumsily got rid of his pants, and I got rid of mine clothes. Then Vance turned me towards the couch and I leaned over, resting my hands on the back of the couch. Vance grabbed me by the hip with one hand and placed his dick on my hole with the other and shoved it into me hard that I screamed in pain.

“What
a
tight
ass!”

“Go slow, wait a minute so that I can get used to your size.” I said, and Vance waited patiently until the pain turned to pleasure.

“Fuck me!” I yell in pleasure and Vance grabs my hips and starts to pull his dick out of me and push it again in me repeating the action. Faster and harder. His hips and balls collided with my buttocks.

“This is so Good!”

“You’re so Big!” I moan. Vance growled and continued to thrust his dick into me with all his might. I could smell sweat and sex in the air, and could hear skin-to-skin collision. Vance fucked me with pleasure. I saw it when I turned my head and our eyes met. There was a flame of lust and passion. His face and neck were red, but he was never more handsome. His belly was jumping with sudden movements. With his big dick, he found a bundle of nerves  and I screamed with pleasure.

“There! There! Don’t stop! Harder!” As on a command, he began pounding into me harder and faster, making me crazy and I was closer to orgasm with each collision of our bodies. His dick really fit my body. I was at my peak.

“I’m coming!”

“Me too!” He yelled and nailed his dick into me a couple more times, massaging my prostate and I came on the couch with such intensity that I almost fainted. I felt my anus muscles tighten around his dick.

“Mickey Wow This is great!” He pumped his dick a few more times into me and ended up letting a roar as he filled my anus with his cum. But he did not stop, he pumped his dick into me until he softened and dropped out of me. He turned me in his arms all wet with sweat. I lick his chest and feel his sweat in my mouth. Salty with its specific taste. I look him in the eyes and he kisses me gently. Then he sits down on the  couch and pulls me onto his lap.

“You were perfect.” I said, and he laughed and kissed my neck.

“You too. My wife’s is at her sister’s with kids. I’m going to fuck your ass tonight so you know who you belong to.”

“If only we could be together all the time.”

“Yes, I know.” I got up from his lap and felt his cum coming down my leg. I headed for the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Vance asked. I turn to Vance and see him pull pack of cigarettes from his pants and look at me with tenderness.

“I’m going to make dinner Mr. Vance.” I say, and he smiles.

“I just had my dick in you, at least when we’re all alone you can call me Vance honey.”

“Good.” I say and go to the kitchen and take out everything I need and start preparing dinner. From the living room, I hear a television.

After setting up dinner on the table I went to the living room where Vance was still naked on the couch and watches the news. When he notices me he looks up and smile.

“Dinner is on the table.” He stood up and I turned away, but before moving strong arms wrapped around my waist and Vance’s body clung to my back and I could feel his soft dick on my butt. I shuddered with lust in Vance’s arms.

“Let’s go honey.” Vance said guiding me. We came in to the kitchen to the table and only then parted. We sat down, and we ate dinner. After a few bites, Vance looks at me and smiles.

“You cook better than her.” He meant his wife obviously. I smile and finally start eating. I finish it first. Seeing that Vance still has enough to eat, I take my plate in the sink and go back and kneel under the table on my hands and knees and grab his soft dick in my mouth and start sucking it.

“Mickey!” Vance moaned and made more room for me between his legs, spreading his legs and leaning back in his chair. “You suck me so good! You’re so good!” His dick rose to the max in a few moments, with one hand I jerked his dick and licked it  until I could’t fit it in my mouth, and with the other hand I played with his testicles. He stirred and I massaged them with my hand. I looked up and saw that Vance was watching me with pleasure. I ran my tongue over his dick until I reached the piss slit and thrust my tongue into it, which made Vance shudder with excitement. “Fuck!” Vance moaned. Then I lowered my tongue to his testicles and massaged them gently with my tongue. After a few minutes, I pulled myself out from under the table and climbed onto the table and lay on my back.

“Fuck me dear.” I said with anticipation. Vance stood up and spread my legs in the V shape and stood between them. He slips his fists under my butt and pulls me closer to the edge of the table, leaning over me as far as his belly allows him to and looks into my eyes.

“I won’t fuck you honey. I’ll make love to you.” He lowered his lips to my right nipple and sucked it in his mouth and I began to squirm as he pinched the other with his rough but gentle fingers. Then he pay attention to the other nipple as well. After he had played with both, he straightened and adjusted his dick to my already stretched hole and slowly began to push into me.

“Vance!” I moaned and held my hands firmly to the edge of the table and he notices.

“You all right?”

“Yeah, it’s just more intense like this.” I moaned. Vance made his way through my walls with his dick slowly and gently but with determination until he found himself completely inside me. Then he gently pulled that monster out until only his head was inside me and again gently and slowly thrust it into me, touching the bundle of nerves that made me scream with pleasure.

“Harder Vance!” With that, Vance accelerated the rhythm of thrusting his dick into me,  I was losing my breath with each collision of his hips with my ass. Our bodies were producing a specific song, our personal signature that was so intimate that I let out a tear of happiness.

“Faster Vance!” Vance grabbed my waist and started pounding into me like a fury. After about half an hour of brutal rhythm, I finally came causing my anus muscles to tighten around his dick and he pumped his cum into me for the second time that night. He filled me with his cum, but not as much as the first time. He hammered again until his dick became soft and then he sat on a chair and I in his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him passionately and deeply.

“You would be my perfect partner Mickey.” He sighed

“Really?”

“Yes. You know what a man needs. You’re definitely perfect.” Vance said, colliding our lips in a deep passionate kiss.

It’s been a couple of days since I had hot sex with Vance. I can still feel him in me. It is hot as usual and I am only in my boxers as I stand in front of the sink and wash the dishes from breakfast and listen to music and hum and move my ass with rhythm. Suddenly, I feel hands on my hips. I know it’s not Vance because when I stood up I felt a solid body. The breath on the ear was divinely good. I was shaking with pleasure and my cock in my boxers started to harden.

“I really dreamed about this.” Devin, Vance’s son, whispered in my ear. Tickling my earlobe. I turned in his arms. He was naked. Over his shoulder I could see the scattered clothing in the dining room. He pulled me close and I put my hands on his broad and tanned shoulders and stared into his father’s eyes where I could drown. He smiled at me. I put one hand down his solid chiseled chest, then over the six pack, and grabbed his butt.

“Me too. If I knew you were gay I would have seduced you long time ago.”

“I’m not gay, I’m bi.” He said and brought his lips closer to mine. We looked at each other for a few moments and then Devin lowered his lips to mine and kissed me gently. He bit my bottom lip and I opened my mouth, which he accepted as an invitation and stuck his tongue into my mouth and gently caressed my tongue. He grabbed my ass with his muscular arms and lifted me on the sink. My hands wandered over his beautiful body exploring. Devin is otherwise thirty with perfect body and sandy brown short hair. We separated to catch our breaths. We were both breathing deeply. Then Devin took my dick out of my boxers and licked it from it’s head to it’s balls. I moaned and shuddered with pleasure.

“You like that?”

“Yes.” I said panting. Then Devin swallowed my dick and began to suck it awkwardly.

“Watch your teeth.” I said and gripped the edge of the sink. After a few moments, Devin licked my testicles.  He continued to blow me and now he was fingering my ass also.

“Fuck my ass with your finger.”

“Yes son fuck him.” I opened my eyes in horror and saw Vance sitting at the dining room table with a cigarette in his hand. He blew out a cigarette smoke and extinguished it and grabbed his dick and started jerking it off. Devin didn’t stop, he fucked my ass with his finger and I moaned without breaking eye contact with Vance. Devin stopped sucking my dick  and looked at my hole as his finger disappeared in it and emerged again. Then he looked up at me.

“We’ll share you honey.”

“Since Devin is picky I asked him why. And finally made him admit that you have a good ass. Then he told me that he was in love with you. I told him everything and you can’t be his partner and he your partner or whatever. “

“Yes and whenever Dad comes to us we will fuck you together.” He said pushing his other finger into me as well.

“Finally, my dream came true for two men who I love to fuck me.” I moan when Devin finds my prostate.

“Come suck me Mickey.” Vance says, jerking his dick, which I notice is a couple of inches longer and thicker than Devin’s. Devin pulls his fingers out of my hole and grabs my hips and puts me on the floor. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me roughly but still gently. He smiles at me when we separate. I head for Vance who gets up from his chair. Devin pats my ass playfully, and I smile at Vance and kneel before him. I grab his dick in my hand and pull at it a couple of times. Devin stands next to him and I grab his dick and start jerking him. I stick my tongue in the piss slit of Vance’s dick and he moans and  He looks at me intently, watching me with intense lust in the eyes that Devin had too. Then I suck his dick head with my lips and lick it and he shudders and moans. Then I swallow it whole to the root but immediately pull it out because I almost choked. Vance put his hands in my hair and pulled but not painfully. I was sucking his dick. I moaned with pleasure as I jerked Devin.

“I want to fuck you.” I stop sucking Vance’s dick and get up. I kiss him. Vance hugged me and pushed his tongue into my mouth. He tenderly caressed my back. We split up.

“Devin sit down on the chair.” Devin sits down and I lean in, taking Devin’s dick in my hand again. Vance stands behind me and I can feel his dick at my opening. I turn my head and our eyes meet. He smiles at me and I smile at him. He grabs my hips with one hand while slowly holds his dick with the other and pushes it into me. I moan with a mixture of pleasure and pain. Vance shoved it into me all the way and stopped. When the pain stops, I suck Devin’s dick in my mouth and lick it, and Vance starts to move inside me. He slowly pulled his dick almost all the way out and then pumps it in again so that I sucked Devin’s dick in rhythm and caressed his testicles. Devin ran his fingers through my hair as Vance fucked me from behind harder and faster. Skin-to-skin slaps sounded like a song in the air. You could smell the sweat and sex.

“Your ass is great!” Vance yelled, pounding into my anus.

“I want Devin to fuck me while you fill my mouth.” I said hoarsely when I parted from Devin’s impressive tool. Vance pulls out of me and Devin gets up and I turn and grab Vance’s dick in my hand. As Devin grabs my hips and pounds his dick with no tenderness into my already ready hole.

“What a tight ass!” Devin moaned and I and Vance looked at each other with a smile on our lips

“Fuck me Devin! Fuck me hard!” Devin moaned and began to pump his dick gently into me. He pulled it out a couple of times all the way out and rammed it abruptly, then moved gently into me.

“Suck me.” Vance says, and I lick his balls and then I swallow his dick in a moment with a moan when Devin started teasing my prostate. Vance grabs my hair. He started pumping his dick in my mouth, fucking my mouth with moan. In no time, he filled my mouth with cum that began to descends down my lips. Vance pulled his cock out of my mouth and put his pants on.

“Enjoy boys, I’m leaving for work.” And he disappears from the house while Devin fucked me. He pounded into me a couple more times, he pumped his dick into me and roared. I felt him fill me with his warm cum.

“So good!” He said and pumped his dick a few more times into me, and pulled it out and knelt in front of me and took my dick in his mouth. It didn’t take long for me to cum in his mouth. Devin stood up and clasped our lips together. His cum was leaking from my ass

“I’ll lock the door and then we’ll go to my room… our room.” I correct myself with the smile that Devin returns.

“Suits me.” I take him by the hand and lead him toward my room satisfied like never before.

End.

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Sex Education

Heathcliff caressed Aidan’s cheeks slowly, prolonging their kiss. At the same time, his hands were getting busy because there was no way he would go back on the promise he had made earlier that night. He needed to be inside Aidan again, and this time, he would do it like he was supposed to when dealing with a virgin.

He interrupted the kiss to search for a condom. “So, have you at least tested your backdoor with a dildo?” Heathcliff asked, still not having enough of hearing how Aidan had given his precious V-card to him.

“I was thinking of that,” Aidan replied. “But I just couldn’t find the time, you know? So it was just with the fingers. Gosh, I do sound like such a virgin, right?”

“No worries,” Heathcliff said with a small chuckle. “I like all this virgin talk from you. Tell me more.”

Aidan eyed him suspiciously. “You’re enjoying this too much, Stone.”

“Hey, I popped your cherry. I totally earned the right to be called Heath. Plus, I like it how it sounds in your mouth.”

“Um, okay,” Aidan said, blushed and looked away.

Heathcliff caressed Aidan’s cheeks gently. “Look at me,” he ordered. The pretty brown eyes glared at him. “It means a lot that you’re doing this with me. That we’re doing it together, actually.”

Aidan snickered. “Oh, damn, I didn’t peg you for the seducing type. I thought you were all direct and stuff. When it came to sex, I mean. I’m babbling, right?”

“Do you think I’m trying to seduce you?” Heathcliff grinned. “I think I’ve done a pretty good job already.”

“You basically tricked me into doing it with you because of work,” Aidan said while continuing to glare.

“And you totally fell for that, right?” Heathcliff’s grin broadened. “C’mon, I had to come with a play. You really are like a bunny. You’re too good at running.”

“And you can’t keep up? Maybe you should work on your stamina,” Aidan joked.

“Do you think I lack stamina? Maybe I should show how much in top shape I am, then.”

“It’s a promise?” Aidan stuck his tongue at him.

Heathcliff shook his head. Yeah, the bunny was a firecracker in bed, and he had been right to let his hunter instincts guide him in this case.

“Let’s try something different. You made me drool for that ass for so long; I’m entitled to receive compensation.”

“What do you have in mind?” Aidan asked directly.

“On all fours,” Heathcliff commanded.

He wasn’t expecting Aidan to comply so dutifully, but as much as the bunny liked to contradict him sometimes, just as much he seemed to take to orders without being told twice. Heathcliff was now sure he hadn’t met someone like Aidan in his life. Not that he ever found it difficult to get it up, but anything he did with Aidan was making him hard, from kisses and light touches to being presented nicely with a perfect round butt right in his face.

“Like this?” Aidan asked, looking at him over one shoulder.

Heathcliff was still too enthralled with the gorgeous sight in front of his eyes to reply. With a small grunt, that could mean anything, he grabbed Aidan’s ass cheeks and pulled them slightly apart. It was like the little pink hole was winking at him. He smiled and pushed two fingers inside. A small hitched breath was the instant answer from Aidan.

“Is it, I mean, does it always feel this good?” Aidan asked. “It’s like, I mean, wow, it’s like, I don’t really know how it’s like,” he ended his babbling sentence with a small sigh.

“Yes. If you did it once and loved it, that means you’re hooked,” Heathcliff joked.

“Ah, then I guess I’m hooked,” Aidan said with conviction and wiggled his gorgeous butt a little, to get more of Heathcliff’s fingers inside.

“Easy,” Heathcliff cooed, “I’m going to give you the real thing right now.”

“Okay,” Aidan replied and breathed out once loudly, then pulled a pillow and embraced it with determination.

Heathcliff almost had troubles ripping the condom package as his eyes were continuously drawn to Aidan’s ass. Yeah, he had spoken nothing but the truth. With that kind of ass, Aidan would be wasted as a top. It wasn’t some joke. Heathcliff knew he was damned lucky to have gotten first to that ass.

It must have been because of Aidan’s demanding job. Obviously, the guy didn’t have time to cruise the clubs and find a partner, and it wasn’t ironic at all that it was because of work that he had found someone to sleep with. All in all, it worked for Heathcliff. Plus, if Aidan were so busy working, he would be busy to fill in all the openings, pun intended. Yeah, bunny boy would not have time to do anything except for work and Heathcliff.

Satisfied with the way he had managed to figure out Aidan’s entire schedule for the foreseeable future, he climbed the bed to sit on his knees between Aidan’s legs. Even this way they fit. Aidan’s ass was sitting just at the right height for Heathcliff to stick his cock inside. He was suddenly in the mood to see how they looked like, ready to fuck and fitting so well.

He grabbed Aidan by the hips, and for a while, he played around with his cock, just letting it slide between the other’s butt cheeks. He reached for more lube, decided to help Aidan feel even more pleasure than the first time. By how tight the young man had been, it must have hurt, at least some.

And Heathcliff didn’t want Aidan to remember even for one moment that the first time hurt, no matter how great it felt afterward.

“You’re such a teaser, Heath,” Aidan complained.

Heathcliff laughed. Busy taking care of business in the best possible manner, he had forgotten that his bed partner appeared to be quite sensitive and willing to get down to it.

“Do you want me to stick my cock in your beautiful ass, Aidan?” Heathcliff teased him some more.

Aidan’s ass was stretching nicely, and his heavy breathing was a clear sign that he was enjoying it. Heathcliff pushed inside slowly, now taking the time to enjoy the sensation even more than the first time. The grip was still steady on his cock, and the muscled channel wasn’t giving in quickly, but they were getting there, to the point of making one with the other, even if fleetingly.

“Damn, this look from above, bunny boy, is ten out of ten,” he confirmed out loud what he was thinking.

Aidan was just moaning softly, and he was rocking his hips, too, meeting him mid-way.

“I can tell you. An ass like this? I’m seriously lucky,” he said.

“You’re just saying,” Aidan protested meekly. “You fucked hundreds of asses or something.”

“Hundreds? Okay, stop reading tabloids right now,” Heathcliff said. “They weren’t that many.”

Suddenly, he felt the need to be a little defensive. It was a good thing all the blood in his brain was most probably asked for duty at the downstairs department because he would have wondered why the hell he wanted to deny his sexual conquests. Usually, he was proud of them.

“Ah, this feels so good,” Aidan moaned prettily. “Can I jerk off?”

Heathcliff laughed. “You don’t have to ask.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

Damn, always prim and proper. Asking for permission and being thankful for it. Heathcliff knew he would have to buy a rabbit cage soon. There was no way he would allow other guys to get to Aidan. At the club, earlier that night, that dude had been all over Aidan. Or maybe he had been just normal and decent, but Heathcliff could not be bothered with details.

What did bunnies eat? He shook his head and pushed inside Aidan deeper. He wasn’t the kind to amuse himself with silly jokes, but now he was getting all worked up about treating Aidan like a pet.

But, seriously, he needed to learn everything about Aidan’s likes and dislikes. That was a start. For now, he needed to see to the young man’s sex education. Lesson number one was learning that only Heathcliff’s cock felt that good.

Determined to prove the said lesson with a practical experiment, Heathcliff changed the angle and reached under Aidan so that he could touch his chest. Aidan’s nipples were hard, small round pebbles waiting to be teased more.

“Oh, fuck, what did you do? Why does it feel this good in my ass?” Aidan murmured and moved to slam his ass against Heathcliff’s pelvis over and over again.

“Just a little trick to get to your prostate more,” Heathcliff murmured into his ear. “Do you like this?”

“Are you kidding me?” Aidan whispered. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Good, that’s good. Keep that thought.”

Heathcliff kissed Aidan’s ear, making him moan loudly, and then followed the jawline until Aidan picked up the cue and moved his head enough so that they could kiss.

Saying that they were kissing was a bit of a stretch, seeing how they were both grunting and moaning, and needed the air to do that. Heathcliff was carried away, so much that he hadn’t realized that he had been pulling at Aidan’s nipples for some time.

Not that Aidan was complaining. Actually, bunny boy seemed pretty much far gone, and his mouth was slack and moist, and Heathcliff could taste it to his heart’s content. A louder moan and he knew that Aidan was coming, which was good since he could not keep it any longer, either.

He let Aidan collapse on the bed and straightened up so that he could come as he wanted in the first place while looking at that gorgeous ass swallowing his cock.

“Your ass is too damned good,” he said in a staccato rhythm, as he came in waves, screwed deep inside Aidan’s tight body.

Aidan didn’t seem to have any energy left to thank properly for the compliment as it was his habit, but Heathcliff didn’t mind. He hurried to throw away the used condom and then he fell on the bed next to Aidan. Slowly, he reached with one hand to caress the other’s back in passing.

“How was it?” he asked.

Aidan turned his face and grinned at him. “I might not be able to sit, probably, I don’t know, but it was all worth it.”

“I can’t believe you ran from me so much when you basically wanted it just like I did,” Heathcliff started talking, speaking his mind more than he intended in the first place.

Aidan’s face became serious. “I can count on you, right? No one can know.”

“Scout’s honor,” Heathcliff promised.

Now that he thought about it, he could not remember the last time when he needed to sneak around. As appealing as that sounded, it was actually dissatisfying. For some reason, he could see himself taking Aidan everywhere with him and showing off his pet.

“What are you thinking about?” Aidan questioned. “For a second, you smiled like you were terribly satisfied with yourself, then you frowned, and became all serious.”

Okay, so it really wasn’t like him to wear his heart on his sleeve, and Aidan had just witnessed … Nothing. He had witnessed nothing.

“It’s not important. Now, tell me, Sparky, how did you really manage to keep guys away from your ass?”

“Is this still bothering you? I knew I should have kept my mouth shut about my V-card,” Aidan said with a snort. “Now you think there’s something wrong with me, right?” he added anxiously.

“With you? No way!” Heathcliff denied. “With the rest of the gay guys in this city, yes!”

Aidan giggled and looked at Heathcliff through his eyelashes. “I can’t believe I did it. Do you think others will be able to tell? I mean, I should be different now, right?”

“Not really,” Heathcliff replied. “It might help your confidence, though. Seriously, Aidan, you’re not off the hook. Come on; tell me everything.”

“Everything?” Aidan quirked an eyebrow. “About what?”

“Your sexual experience, obviously,” Heathcliff said as he rolled on the side and propped his head against his palm, the arm bent from the elbow.

Aidan sighed. “It’s nothing exciting to tell. Why do you want to know?”

“You’re my student now. I must gauge your level of experience,” Heathcliff said promptly.

“I’m your what now?” Aidan pursed his lips.

“You obviously need some sex education in your life,” Heathcliff explained right away.

“I know how to put on a condom,” Aidan said.

“And that’s all you know about sex,” Heathcliff said with a smirk.

“Okay, so I didn’t fuck hundreds of dudes, but I do have Internet, and there are books, you know?” Aidan glared again.

“From the top, bunny boy,” Heathcliff commanded, in a tone that brooked no contradiction. “And they weren’t hundreds,” he hurried to add.

“How many were they?” Aidan asked, his eyes darting sideways.

There were a few reasons why Aidan did that. Sometimes, because he felt embarrassed. Other times, because he felt insecure. And, on occasion, because he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear the answer. Bunny boy was like an open book, and Heathcliff was definitely sure of his theories. So, right now, maybe, just maybe, Aidan was a tiny bit jealous, picturing in his head that he was competing against an army of underwear models and Insta-famous stars.

“I didn’t exactly count,” Heathcliff replied.

That wasn’t exactly true. But he wouldn’t admit to being a loose character. It was true that he had felt it was normal to do so and fuck as many guys as he could get his hands on, but right now, under a pair of cute, scrutinizing brown eyes, he felt the need to lie.

“So they could be hundreds,” Aidan concluded.

“They aren’t!” Heathcliff protested again.

“Dozens? Over 80?” Aidan continued.

“I’m going to tickle you; I promise,” Heathcliff said menacingly.

“Okay,” Aidan decided to let it go. “But you would definitely have much more to tell than me. My so-called experience is almost close to zero compared to you.”

“Let me be the judge of that. How can I be a good sex educator if you don’t let me establish where we stand?”

“All right. Do you always have your way?”

“Always,” Heathcliff confirmed, with a broad smile.

“Of course. With eyes like that …” Aidan trailed off.

“Do you like my eyes?”

“Okay, it’s serious. Something happened to you, and you’re not telling. I can bet my shitty paycheck that you’re told you have amazing eyes one hundred and ten times a day.”

Something had happened to him, and Heathcliff was pretty sure he didn’t want to go there. At least, not right now. He needed to process why he wanted to grab Aidan, put him into a nice shiny cage and keep him at home for who knew how long. He could not remember if he had ever felt the need to do that with anyone. Usually, he was all for enjoying the act, and then, rather quickly, unless the guy was good otherwise and could be kept as a friend or at least as a pleasant acquaintance, he wanted to see his partner out the door as fast as possible.

Mainly because he was too busy with something else. Like establishing himself as a real influencer. Sex was great, as long as it didn’t become a complication. The thing was, right now, as he was looking at his current bed partner, Heathcliff didn’t want him out the door.

Good thing tomorrow was Sunday, and he was sure that even a busy bee like Aidan didn’t have to work. Supposedly. Better to ask.

“You’re not working tomorrow, I hope,” he said.

Aidan rolled his eyes. “I don’t. But what’s that have to do with what we were talking about? Do people put up with you and this way of yours to make conversation?”

“Yeah, they do. Great. So, if you’re not working, nothing stops you from spending all Sunday here, with me.”

Aidan stared at him, wide-eyed. He gulped visibly. “Okay. As long as I don’t bore you or stand in your way otherwise.”

“You don’t bore me, and you don’t stand in my way. And, seriously, is it that little trust you have in me? I told you that the deal is for you to keep me busy so that you nor I have to chase down dudes with NDAs and whatnot. And that goes, I promise, for as long as we have to work together.”

“That’s a big commitment, Stone,” Aidan said while watching him intently. “It could be months. If things work smoothly, maybe the entire year. You do realize you’re practically saying that you’ll fuck the same guy for this duration, right?”

“Yes, I do realize,” Heathcliff replied, feeling a bit miffed over being treated like he couldn’t understand his situation. “What? Do you have other plans?”

“Like what other plans?”

“I don’t know. Hooking up with dozens of guys, maybe?”

The moment the words flew from his mouth, Heathcliff regretted them. He was not supposed to give Aidan ideas about hooking up with other dudes.

“Yeah, right,” Aidan snorted, “only that I lack your eyes, your perfect body, your big cock, and – am I forgetting something? – ah, yes, your reputation. I’d say that the chances for me hooking up with one guy, let alone dozens, are close to none.”

“That guy at the club came directly at you,” Heathcliff pointed out.

Clearly, he was in a sudden mood to sabotage himself. No, no, no, he was doing that only because he wanted to hear from Aidan’s mouth that the bunny had no intentions to pay any attention to any other guy save for him.

“I know,” Aidan admitted. “But I was working,” he added, a bit defensively.

“Was that the only reason you told him ‘no’?” Heathcliff asked, his voice suave and completely innocent.

Aidan looked away. “No,” he said in a meek tone.

“Hmm, louder, bunny boy, I don’t think I heard you.”

“I said ‘no’,” Aidan repeated, and this time, he glared at Heathcliff. “All right, you spoiled fitness guru or whatever you are. I like you. And dozens of guys coming to ask me to dance or whatever won’t change that, for as long as our deal stands. Do you feel better now?”

Clever, Heathcliff thought. The bunny wasn’t easy to fool. He had seen through Heathcliff’s game right away.

“Yes, definitely better,” he said, feeling suddenly better about himself. “Now back to your experience with sex. The first time, the second time, and the third time. Spit it all out.”

“Are you taking notes? And how come you know there wasn’t a fourth time?”

“I didn’t,” Heathcliff said with a big grin. “I do now.”

Aidan appeared mad for a second, but he was biting his lips not to laugh, and that was impossible to miss.

“All right,” he sighed. “The first time, it was with a guy at a gay club. It was my first time going. We danced, and we started to fool around. Eventually, we traded handjobs.”

Good. Gay clubs were out of the questions. Guys who were interested in trading handjobs with Aidan appeared to lurk around those places. Perverts, Heathcliff thought to himself, pleased with his findings so far.

“The second time, in college, my roommate came with a friend, and I won’t go into details, but that guy ended sleeping with me in the same bed.” Aidan coughed and made an effort to continue. “He kind of asked me to suck him off and played with my cock. It was okay-ish, I guess.”

Good thing college was over. There was no need for strange dudes to land in Aidan’s bed by accident.

“And the third time,” Aidan sighed deeply, “it didn’t happen all the way, actually. I went to this guy’s place, and his mom walked on us. It was pretty fucking weird,” he pursed his lips, “since he wasn’t out to her. Thank God we weren’t naked. I didn’t have to hunt down my clothes on the way to the door.”

Yes, thank God, Heathcliff nodded.

“How did you end up fooling around with this guy?” he questioned.

“Some ad,” Aidan shrugged. “It was stupid. He did sound nervous over the phone. I should have known he had something to hide. Of course, I wasn’t expecting a shouting mom, but rather for him to have some corpses buried in the backyard.”

“Corpses?” Heathcliff asked, a bit alarmed.

“I’m watching way too many crime shows,” Aidan sighed.

“Well, you never know,” Heathcliff said solemnly. “It’s better if you don’t use ads and dating apps and all that.”

“Aren’t you supposed to tell me that I’m absurd and worry for no reason?” Aidan stared at him, wide-eyed.

“No. You have every right to worry.”

“Why?” Aidan sounded alarmed. “Do you know something I don’t? Hey, you’re using dating apps, too!”

“I do, but I have experience. You’re just a virgin,” Heathcliff said, barely keeping from laughing out loud.

Playing with the bunny was way too much fun.

“I am not a virgin anymore,” Aidan pointed out.

“Please,” Heathcliff snorted, “you have no experience whatsoever. And I am going to correct that.”

“You are?” Aidan stared through his curly eyelashes.

“Yeah,” Heathcliff grinned broadly. “Bunny boy, as I can see, your experience makes you the perfect candidate for Heathcliff Stone’s special sex education course.”

“Oh, is it a course?” Aidan played along, biting his lips in the most enticing way possible. “How much is it?”

“For you, completely free. Of course, you need to understand that, during this course, your body might suffer certain types of abuse, all of the pleasant kind, mind you, but still.”

“All right, I’m in,” Aidan said with a small shrug. “But I hope we can continue our course another day. My ass is a little … sore, I guess.”

Heathcliff pulled Aidan close for a hug. “As your instructor, I will see that your wellbeing is optimal. Now I’ll take you to the bathroom and give you a nice shower. You don’t have to lift a finger. It is my solemn duty to do everything in my power to make you feel amazing.”

“Damn,” Aidan whispered, “are you certain you don’t want to start selling this course of yours online? Guys would enlist by the thousands.”

“I’m sorry, but admittance is a rather stringent affair. Actually, only one particular person has managed to qualify.”

“Hmm, I wonder how he did manage,” Aidan said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

“First of all, he dutifully presented something called a V-card. Seeing how such a thing comes in short supply, I could not do anything else but to admit him.”

“I didn’t dutifully present anything!” Aidan protested. “It was only because of a technicality that I let that slide.”

“And I’m glad you did,” Heathcliff kissed Aidan on the lips with a loud smack. “Because that gave me this idea for a course that I can sense it would be very successful.”

Aidan giggled. “Oh, fuck, I’m just too lucky, right? No one will believe me, not years from now when I say who I lost my virginity with.”

“Do you find yourself often talking about such intimate things?” Heathcliff questioned.

“No,” Aidan replied. “But I assume that, when one gets to talk to his future boyfriend, such topics of conversation might pop up.”

Boyfriend? Heathcliff could feel the smile freezing on his face. Whatever was happening, Aidan saw it just as a fleeting experience, nothing to last. Something to be remembered and talked about with presumptive boyfriends, but fleeting nonetheless.

And why was that bothering him? He was all for spending pleasant fleeting moments in the company of good-looking men. Shaking his head, he pushed the thought away.

Aidan patted his forehead. “I had no idea you had a melancholic side, Stone. Not that it doesn’t suit you. This forlorn look might just make you worthy of being called Heathcliff, after all. I should wonder what’s that all about, but I bet you’ll just say it’s nothing.”

“It’s nothing,” Heathcliff hurried to say. “Now upsy-daisy. I want you bathed and ready for bed. I need you to get all your energies high for tomorrow.”

“All right. Even in bed, you are a slave driver,” Aidan said with a small snort. “But so that you know, I can take care of myself.”

“And? How is that relevant to how I must take care of you as my one and only student?”

Aidan sighed. “I suppose it’s not.”

Heathcliff stood up and helped Aidan to his feet, too. On the way to the bathroom, he placed one possessive hand over Aidan’s ass. For the foreseeable future, Aidan would not have any boyfriends to confess his past transgressions with a particular fitness guru. He could work with that.

***

Aidan could swear something was a bit off in the way Heathcliff looked at him. Not that he didn’t like it. It was making him feel a little too hot and dizzy when those magnetic blue eyes set on him. Things had gone much, much better than he had expected. He felt a little like walking on clouds, and like he was on the point of laughing uncontrollably.

The thing was he felt happy. Heathcliff was pure perfection in bed, not that he had any basis for comparison, but he could bet that not many people could say that the first time had been that good.

For him, it had been that, and even more. Just the thought of being held tight by Heathcliff was making his face split into a big smile for no apparent reason. It was also making his cock twitch, but seriously, for the moment, he needed to think of going to sleep. As young as he was, he could not think it wise to do it three times in a row. Actually, he had come three times if he remembered correctly. Funny how the details were blurred. Definitely, he needed a repeat performance.

Losing his V-card with his crush. That was amazing, and impossible if he thought about it, but he was there, in Heathcliff’s house, in his bed, and his arms. Good thing he hadn’t blurted it all out that last bit. It had been embarrassing enough to talk to Heathcliff about his virginity and almost complete lack of experience. The last thing that spoiled fitness guru needed to know was that Aidan was crushing on him, and had been doing so for a while now.

Heathcliff had been a little odd. In a charming, fascinating way, of course, but not at all what Aidan had expected. He had thought the guy would be arrogant, as usual, full of himself, maybe caring and understanding as he always was, but still entitled to look down on Aidan for being so inexperienced.

Aidan had expected a lot of teasing, and right now, he was relieved since he wasn’t good at handling embarrassment that easily. Instead of that, he had received a lot of questions, and, except for a little playful banter, Heathcliff had been completely considerate and even …

Aidan could not put it into words. If he were to think of it, he played a dangerous game. He was crushing on Heathcliff as things were. Little was needed for him to really fall for the guy. And right now, he could feel that if tomorrow, for some reason, all the people on the planet wanted to leave for Mars, except for him and Heathcliff, he would have found that situation ideal.

He was childish to think like this. He needed to keep his head clear. Heathcliff was not the type for romantic complications, and no one knew that better than Aidan. Heathcliff Stone didn’t have boyfriends. He screwed guys, fucked their brains out, but that was all.

And Aidan was day-dreaming just because he had only had great sex with the man. No, not great. Amazing. Everything he could dream of for his first time.

“Are you tired, bunny boy?” Heathcliff whispered into his ear, making him shiver.

Heathcliff was washing his body in long, languorous strokes, and Aidan could barely keep his thoughts in check. It felt too good. Most probably, guys fell in love with Heathcliff after just one time with him. Maybe that was why Heathcliff didn’t keep anyone close. Who needed complications? But it looked like he wanted to keep Aidan close.

Now that was puzzling. “Have you ever done something like this with anyone?” Aidan asked.

“What? Sex?” Heathcliff laughed into his ear, making goose bumps appear everywhere, on Aidan’s skin, despite the hot water slushing over him.

“No. Keep him for, you know, more than a day.”

“Of course. I do not always fuck once and forget,” Heathcliff replied.

His strong arms were now wrapped around Aidan, and he was pulled back, flush against the other. There was, without a doubt, an erection rubbing against the small of his back. He wasn’t the only one who had no idea how he would go to sleep like that.

“But for months?”

“You still don’t trust me, bunny boy?”

“I do trust you,” Aidan answered, feeling a bit confused. “It’s just … if you get bored …”

“You worry too much. But I do have plenty of ideas on how to make you feel less worried. Every day, after work, come here. Spend time with me.”

“Every day? I’m sure you have plenty –”

“Mouthing off to me? I told you. You’re my pet.”

“I really have no idea when I agreed to that,” Aidan said, his voice dropping to a whisper, as Heathcliff began to lavish his ear with small licks and kisses.

“Pets don’t have to agree. They’re happy when they get a master.”

“They are?”

“Yes. Trust me. I’m a certified pet owner.”

“So you had others? Pets, I mean?”

“Aren’t you full of questions? Here, a task for you,” Heathcliff said, and pulled Aidan’s hand to place it over his hard cock. “Let’s see how good you are with handjobs.”

“You know that already,” Aidan said softly, but his fingers curled around Heathcliff’s hard cock.

He sighed when Heathcliff did the same to him. The position was awkward, his arm pulled backward, but he didn’t mind. If the man wanted to practice yoga while giving each other handjobs, he wouldn’t mind.

Heathcliff turned him gently and, facing each other, it was easier. Also, they could kiss, and Aidan was the one with the initiative, angling his head and getting closer, while his fingers continued to get busy with Heathcliff’s cock.

Heathcliff was busy doing the same to him, and no words were needed about what they wanted. Aidan could feel strong fingers wrapping around the back of his head as he was brought even closer so that they could deepen the kiss.

Maybe Heathcliff would not let him do the penetration ever, but Aidan could get a little of the upper hand in this. He moved one hand to grab Heathcliff by the nape in the same fashion and put his soul into the kiss. A small surprised grunt from the other let him know that his small aggressive act was not overlooked, or rejected.

Heathcliff was letting him attack his mouth, and Aidan grew bolder. It was perfect. He could assert his own way of dominance, even if it was little. Heathcliff didn’t seem to mind and allowed him to lead the hostilities. From time to time, he was, however, returning the favor, and Aidan was only pretending to withdraw, to renew his forceful attack once more.

They were moaning into each other’s mouths, as they both came, almost at the same time, the rhythm of their strokes too much to handle for too long.

Heathcliff’s eyes were a tad darker when they finally began to let go reluctantly. It hit Aidan just that moment. Whatever he was scared of, falling for an un-fallable guy, must have been on Heathcliff’s mind, too. There they were, a man with the sexual experience of a hundred, and a guy who had just lost his virginity. Of course, someone like Heathcliff Stone must be scared about having some novice fall for him, just because they had sex.

Amazing, mind-boggling, knee-melting sex, but just sex. Aidan needed to show that he understood the situation and could be mature enough not to be a cliche from some angsty teenage movie.

So he smiled and pressed his forehead against Heathcliff.

“You don’t have to look so worried, you know? I’m perfectly capable of keeping things professional.”

He waited for a couple of seconds, but there was no comeback. Only their still heavy breathing filled the steamy air. Great. He had done something stupid somehow. Maybe that wasn’t it. Maybe —

“I know,” the reply finally came.

Oh, okay, he thought. So Heathcliff knew and they were on the same page. He couldn’t have asked for more.

TBC

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DESIRED BONDAGE

I saw I had woken up with an erection after the first night having a hot naked boy’s arms surrounding mine. I started to touch Kevin, having a strong desire to touch him once and again now, and he soon woke up. When I saw him opening his eyes, I was fast to approach my lips to him and kiss him again.

-Good morning, Kevin.

-Good morning, you stupid boy from Olympus –thus he greeted me.

-I’m no stupid boy, there’s no stupid boys in Olympus. You will soon see. Well, ready to tie me again?

-What if we have breakfast first? If you persist later in your stupid behavior, I will have to tie you after all.

-You will. Ok, let’s have breakfast then.

We left the tent at ten past six and sat quietly in the place we used to light the fire, which was not going to be necessary today. We could still see the logs of last night’s fire. I was getting harder knowing what was in store for me today and I had been the one asking him.

-You will see that I desire everything, Kevin, and you will finally do all I asked you, or I would have to kick your balls.

-I don’t want my balls kicked. Ok, I’ll tie you then but if at any moment, you want to tell me you have repented of anything, you’d better tell me and I won’t go on.

-Breakfast is over, Kevin. Now you can tie me, in these burning hours of the morning twilight. The colours of the sky are another bonfire and its flames are telling me I want to burn again in gay heaven with you.

-Ok, approach the oak, Rick.

I did not have much to walk before I was again in the old oak where I had been woken up surprised yesterday. He told me.

-I will only tie one of your legs today. I will also tie one of your hands, only one for the other will be free all the time in case you want to jerk yourself off. But that will be later. You told me you wanna give me a new blowjob, so you’d better do it now where you can still arch your body. Hope you still want to do it.

-How damn good today is starting. Thanks, Kevin; I really long to savour your tasty dick again.

And with no more words, and my back bent down, I rested my tongue at his balls and telling him “you should experience today as much fun as I am having”, I finally moved slowly up his dick, with a total security that the taste was delicious and I was again having a double fun: the fun of savouring a dick, something I was sure now that I loved doing, and the fun of conveying exquisite pleasure to that hot boy who was slowly changing my life. As I savoured his scrumptious cock, I was sure I wanted that very cock in my ass too for later. He was now a divine teacher teaching a coarse earthly pupil the delights of heaven, teaching me how I should live from then on; because that morning I became convinced that I even liked boys more than girls. As I was sucking, I also told him.

-After this week, Kevin, I’m so sure of what I enjoy that I’d like to have sex with you over and over again and I could become your fuck body if you want. At least that, please.

-I cannot tell you we won’t. I see you so secure enjoying my cock now that you’re convincing me that you want to repeat so ok, but we could have enough with blowjobs; we needn’t fuck.

-We shall see later. All I tell you is that I sincerely want to be fucked now and it has to be today and it has to be you.

-I’m cumming now, you hot Rick DeLaurentis.

He would use my artistic name now more often that my real name. As I was again drinking his delicious nectar, he consented to becoming my fuck buddy and his acceptance drove me crazy.

-I’ll tie you now. Only one hand, remember. I hope you jack off when I touch you cause you haven’t cum yet.

And then he tied my right hand to a low branch of the oak, which was becoming my other friend. Being in bondage with my hot friend was walking the roads of heaven again. Only one of my legs and only one of my hands were tied now. Soon he started to touch me and God! he was so good that instead of jerking myself off, I grasped his dick and started to masturbate Kevin and of course he started to masturbate me too, repeating I still had not cum and I should start cumming today too since he saw me on fire. He started to talk.

-Look at the sky. The gods are lighting a bonfire and just now the colour is changing from purple to a burning red. Let us jump into that sacrificial pyre and get in flames at the rhythm of our burning dicks. The sky will soon be white but meanwhile the clouds are bursting in a new conflagration.

-You should also try being a poet, Kevin –I told him as two things were burning, both the fiery sky and both our inflamed dicks. But in the end, we became the remaining embers when we both shot our loads in unison.

Not waiting for me to get hard again, he continued his erotic trip down my body, moving sensuously his hands around my balls and as soon as he could perceive a new boner in me, he took it in his mouth and started to suck my cock again.

-I’m also your prey today, Kevin. Hunt me, burn me, sacrifice me. I’m yours.

-Then welcome again to the altar where the victims with a burning dick are roasting.

-I want to be roasting for a long time. Now I’m the chicken and you’re the farmer and so good to be killed again with exquisite fun.

-I will certainly kill your dick this week for if you allow me, I will be constantly sucking it.

-Any time you want but I will kill your dick too.

-From boys from Olympus, we’ve come to be killers –he told me with his mouth full with my dick.

-Are not all the gods killers? They eventually reap our lives.

-Yes, but as far as we live, we should find a meaning in our lives.

-Poetry and orgasms are enough reasons to live, don’t you think?

-I quite agree with you. I’m increasingly more confident with you. I’m still terrified to fuck you, as you can suppose, but it’s increasingly clear for me that you enjoy certain things.

-I should not have sex with anybody else in my life, believe me, Kevin; only with you. No girl might give me the same fun you’re gifting me. I will even need bondage more often.

-What if one day this very week, you dare tie me, Rick? Then you can do anything you want with me.

-Ok, my friend, I want to do it and return you the pleasure you’re giving me. And now forgive me, Kevin: I have to cum.

I still could shoot long streams of cum whenever it was him who pleased my dick.

-Never apologize again for cumming in my mouth for that’s precisely what I want. And now, and since I don’t want my balls to be kicked, I’ll have to ask you: are you quite sure, Rick, that you want me to fuck you?

-Totally sure that I want to learn every gay experience with you. Now look at my ass, Kevin: this ass of mine that, unknowingly for me, you started touching and getting horny with yesterday, is finally yours to fuck. So please, my friend, I entreat you to fuck it.

Timidly he approached my crack and was first touching it in a very erotic way that convinced me that I did desire being fucked. Next I felt him first probing my ass with his tongue.

-It’s heaven to feel you wonderful tongue in my ass and you can do this to me whenever you want, but please Kevin, the time has finally come: fuck me now.

I heard him taking a deep breath but fortunately and though still with some insecurity I felt his dick approaching my hole and timidly sticking it in. I felt the pain of such a long tool in my virgin ass of course and he asked me whether he should not withdraw it, but I answered.

-It hurts, of course it hurts, Kevin; but I can almost perceive the fun it will give me soon. You won’t have to rape me or cum soon. Go on fucking me please: I can stand it and you will certainly cum in my ass.

He didn’t totally relax but saw that the boy from Olympus, as he called me, wanted to go on exploring the divine roads of gay paradise and heaven will eventually reach me at the same pace of the sky lights which were slowly getting white. The last stars shimmered; the Milky Way was still paved with that amazing whitish colostrum, still somewhat red before it became the bleach that washed the new day to be born and Kevin’s dick was still inside me, showing the pupil how to finish his initiation and soon turn bisexual, like the gods were, for you can turn more easily into a mortal god, the more bisexual you turn and the more carnal festivals you have and a boy or a girl are forever the same to you.

But so there could be a final banquet I should first accept once and for all that Kevin McFarlane was all I needed from now on, and the moment his fucking was turning ecstasy, I knew my heart was dressing anew, rehearsing the new clothes I should wear after now. I should always be attired of Kevin, so in a deep cry of bewilderment I had to finally say.

-I love you now Kevin; believe me. You’ve been an angel and my heart has finally been reached. You’ve shot me and it is the right thing. –In that moment I also had the greatest fun of feeling for the first time I was bleached with Kevin’s semen, and it was as if the very Milky Way had burst inside me.

-Rick, what are we gonna do now?

-Try and live together, my friend, my love. We still have five days to camp by the Shinee and I will never forget this heavenly place where we became engaged. For we are engaged now, aren’t we?

-I love you, Rick and if you really want to become engaged to me, I can be your boyfriend, if you’re never scared to tell anybody that you love a man.

-I’m a man of letters and if anybody ask me, I will answer poetically, believe me, that I love you so much.

-But so we are properly engaged, you have to fuck me again. And remember one day this week, you have to tie me too.

-So now the disciple will fuck his divine mentor, for you’ve given me in just two days fundamental lessons of what I need for the rest of my life. Yesterday I fucked you too, but I didn’t love you yet. Now I will give you a love fuck, I hope.

-Yeah, my love, fuck me now –and the moment I drove my cock gently in his ass first, he started yelling-, that’s it, Rick, fuck me hard. I like it rough too.

-I know, but other days I’ll fuck you hard. Now I want to show you my love with gentle shoves inside you.

-I don’t know right now whether I still am wandering that corridor of light or am strolling the flowery paths of poets’ heaven. Images are melting; the skies are blurring, dissolving with my flesh the moment I start dying as a timid child to be born as a proper man. I’m cumming for I love you so much. But please keep on fucking me, my love.

I saw him pouring buckets of semen and still asking me to shag him. Now I was sure I loved him, it was so great to see him cumming, knowing he would cum again. My dick learnt to dance softly in the moisture of his beautiful grotto and I understood we are mortals but we do have a soul, but so that the soul can live, it needs to blend a burning dick with a fiery ass and how good it was to be surrounded with ropes. I told him we could be a couple who often practiced bondage, cause I loved it. He told me we could, but I should soon dare tie him too. As my dick was getting the first flames of an impending eruption, I remembered I had sometimes gone to his house, and it was certainly not flourishing, but it was bigger than mine and I wanted to move to Kevin’s house and told him. He agreed with me.

The new fucking was prolonged for ten more minutes and it moved me to love that ass as I loved the whole body and the whole soul of my teacher from Olympus, as I called him as I fucked him, but finally it was a lightning that made paradise burst completely in order to expand more and that way it could create new landscapes, new grounds for mortals to walk once they have ceased to be mortals. As if he was reading my mind, he told me as I was bathing his ass with my white worldly manna.

-Fortunately we’re mortals, Rick, so every second of our lives can be a gift intensely lived.

-Amen, my love.

-I’ll untie you now.

And thus we were for three days always having sex like jackrabbits, intensely knowing each other better carnally, knowing we were already a couple of two boys deep in love. And we continued the battle in our tent every night, while Kevin encouraged me to be brave and tie him too. I told him one close day I would. I don’t know what I was waiting for but I think somehow I had a lot of doubts I could be able to do it and never harm him. But he just told me I only had to remember how he had tied me previously.

But finally on Thursday we were running for a couple of hours and he was so sweaty and so perfumed that I knew that was the moment to tie him. I also wanted to explore the flavours of my boyfriend.

-I’ll tie you now, Kevin, before you can have a wash. I didn’t know that heaven also smells and now I’ll become a mad apprentice of the gods sniffing and tasting this really perfumed deity. If you want me to tie you, it has to be now.

-Ok, Rick; Do anything you want now.

It was easier than I expected to tie him to the oak. It was the same tree of course and of course we were naked and very hard. I wanted to return the pleasure he had given me. He couldn’t jerk himself off so it was me who started to play with his dick.

-You’re being an angel, Rick.

-Fuck angels; angels don’t have cocks. But you and I are mortals squatting for a while the divine roads of paradise and I’ll play with both cocks at once. Angels are not attractive.

-Devils then?

-Devils aren’t attractive for me either. They are angels too, don’t forget, and they also lack cocks. They are often portrayed lascivious, but can they be if they haven’t been gifted with a dick? You and I are mortals, and that’s better –all that time I was touching him all over and soon I started savouring him. The moment I started to know Kevin’s flavours I began to be thankful that I was a mortal. And finally I was sucking his scrumptious cock again.

-Nothing can taste better than the boys from down below. I’ve never believed in the word sin, but if sin there is, it must be what I’m doing now. They always say we will burn in hell in our second life if we sin, but I am burning now, here in the only life we’ll probably have –and then he came in my mouth and I sanctified our soil again with a new sample of my manly juice.

Of course we were playing for hours and I also gave him a new opportunity of sucking my cock and as he could not masturbate, I did it for him. Then I had to fuck him and last I impaled myself on his shaft so he could bury his cock in his boyfriend’s ass too.

-I should always live as a mortal, if I can always be a mortal with you, Rick.

-But I hope these two mortals can still take advantage of the day we still have to live here.

And our last day by the Shinee, both of us tied each other. First I tied him in the morning twilight so he could also know the fun that meant being tied in those watery changing beautiful lights. Next he tied me in the afternoon, in that hour when the sun was quietly running to the west but still had not spilled its last blood.

And finally we had to leave that beautiful place, but hand in hand we left, both of the same impulse kissing that spot goodbye, specially the wonderful oak that had given us so much fun. We agreed we would always live enjoying bondage from time to time.

In our house we spent a lot of time every day having sex, but of course not the whole day. I had been inspired with beautiful ideas for new poems and now I wanted to write about the longing of the gods for human flesh, constantly kidnapping mortals, no matter whether they were boys or girls, a good god likes both, and later they became eager to be mortals too, and no longer have to bear the weight of the universe as Atlas did. I started titling my poems with the names of goddesses and gods. By the way, we had both decided that since we are bisexual, we could be permitted to have sex with other girls, but other boys forbidden, only each other.

He soon started to give me good ideas for my poems and one day we decided we should both write together and we soon became a poets’ society, called McFaurentis. Of course everybody knows by now that McFaurentis are both Kevin McFarlane and Rick DeLaurentis, a couple of poets, and everybody knows we live together in love. Fortunately, we soon started to earn our living with our writings and he could afford at last his dream of studying medicine. He had specialized in endocrinology. So now my boyfriend is both a doctor and the other part of the McFaurentis poets’ society. Now we are trying our first novel, a gay love novel, a bondage novel cause we want to forget the gods for a while and think only about us mortals.

We never practice bondage with anybody else except with each other. We have to tie each other at least once a month and we still like camping by the Shinee, close to our good old oak which we have named Zeus.

-Tie me again to Zeus, Rick –he often tells me.

So we both often tie each other to Zeus. And it is so hot to be tied and later pleased in those kaleidoscopic lights, the beautifully changing colours of the morning twilight.

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