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I got off from work the other day and just did not feel like sitting in traffic.  So I stopped at an adult bookstore to see if anything was happening.  Rather do that than sit in traffic plotting someone’s demise for texting and not driving.  

I got some tokens and went to the booths.  There were several lit up showing an occupant.  I went into one and saw a tall young man standing up.  He had his hands in front of him like he was covering up his dick.  

He turned and looked at me and said nothing.  He is what we call a Bubba down here in the south.  Obviously straight.  Great build.  Jeans and t-shirt type of guy.  I reached and locked the door.  He stepped back a bit so I had a better view of him.  

He kept his hands in place.  I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out to try and get things moving.  At this point he moved his hands to unbutton his pants.  He dropped his pants and was already hard.  Nice big dick too.  

He sat down on the bench that was in the room and leaned back.  Didn’t say a word.  Just looked over at me.  I sat down next to him and started stroking that beautiful cock.  I leaned down in front of him and started sucking on him slowly.  

I had maybe bobbed my head up and down 5 or 6 times when he said “I’m coming!” and shot a huge load in my mouth.  He pulled his cock out of my mouth quickly, pulled up his pants and walked out.  Sometimes a quick encounter with a hot Bubba is just what you need.

I stood there next to the baggage carousel, waiting for Lincoln Douglas’s flight from New York. I was nervous and wondering why I’d said I would meet him and put him up for three nights. He was some high muckety-muck preacher with a big church in Harlem, who was down here in the research triangle of North Carolina to watch his grandson play in the Duke-Georgia Tech football game. His grandson, who is black, had married the white granddaughter of a professor at UNC-Chapel Hill, and everyone in the church the professor’s family and I went to were all over themselves to make the union welcome. Everyone was falling over him and herself to show they had more progressive attitudes than anyone else.

Preacher Douglas was known nationally not just because he had a big church in Harlem but also because he’d been an NFL football player and had come out gay. We were a pretty liberal Methodist church and wanted to show off how supportive we were of all of that. What most in the church honed in on, though, was that he’d been a professional football player.

The Reverend Douglas had been asked to preach at our church anytime it was convenient for him, and he’d said this Sunday was convenient for him on very short notice. His newlywed grandson and wife had no room to house the Harlem preacher, so Reverend Steve had put out a call for hosting—or, rather, he’d just called me.

“Is it because I’m gay too, Steve?” I asked when he called. “It isn’t because I’m black or play football, I don’t think.”

“It’s because you have room for him, Trip,” he’d answered and then, after a pause, “and I guess, yes, because you’d be more comfortable hosting a gay man on short notice.”

More comfortable than whom, I wondered. Steve had plenty of room at the church manse to put the man up.

I was gay, yes, and I had lost my partner four months earlier, and Steve had made me a “case” because I’d withdrawn from most of the world after Evan had unexpectedly died. We’d both taught at Chapel Hill and had a nice two-bedroom wooden cottage on a cul-de-sac of similar houses on small lots backing up to a small lake in the Carrboro area of the research triangle. I couldn’t say I didn’t have room for a guest or competing activities. I had, indeed, pretty much withdrawn from the world when Evan had had a heart attack and died quickly. He’d been twenty years older than I was but was only in his late forties. We both were runners and competitive swimmers, so it was a real shock when he’d died.

“Most in the church don’t know that Preacher Douglas is a homosexual,” Reverend Steve said. “They just know he was a pro football player on the Atlanta Falcons and became a big-time preacher in New York and the CEO of a major relief nonprofit. It’s known in New York, of course, but most in this church hadn’t heard of him at all before last week. There’s no reason they need to know more, and, if they do, I’m sure they will still be welcoming. But, still, it will be good for him to stay with someone who will be comfortable with him. He’s black too.”

Evan had been black, so Reverend Steve assumed I would be comfortable hosting a black man. And, of course, I was. It was just that I was comfortable in my grief and aloneness too. But Steve had told me, in less bald terms, that I’d become too comfortable with that—that I was milking the grief ride and it was about time I stopped doing that. So, I could see that asking me to host this black preacher was intentional—that Steve was doing his good works, in his mind, with me as well as the black preacher. With that in mind I could see why Steve asked me to house the preacher rather than Steve doing it.

I did know Lincoln Douglas was gay. It had been a big deal in the gay community when he’d declared as such nearly twenty years earlier, when he was with the Atlanta Falcons. He had been a tailback on the offense on his university team but then he had grown taller and heavier and, when he turned pro, was moved to a strong safety position on the defensive team. His wife had died a few years before that, and Douglas had turned to someone else—a male set designer in New York—for solace. He and that man had been very publicly together and out for a good fifteen years before the set designer had died earlier this year, about the same time Evan had. And all that time Douglas was reinventing himself—leaving the Falcons, under duress, being picked up by the New York Jets but not lasting long there either, becoming a minister preaching acceptance and then a more famous preacher and, finally, adding heading up a major disaster relief nonprofit organization to his other jobs.

And now he was coming here, to Raleigh-Durham, to go to a football game I was being invited to go to too, to preach in my church, and to sleep in my guest bed. I worked over in my mind how old he must be and came up with sixty. He was a grandfather of a college student. But now that I thought about it, I remember reading in his Wiki file that he was something like fifty-seven or fifty-eight. In any case, he’d be an old codger. Older than Evan, who was in great shape and very arousing still when he died. So, no problem there. I did have a “thing” for black men, and there had been black men in my life before Evan.

And then I turned and saw him approaching with the arrivals from his flight. And I immediately went hard. He was unmistakable in the approaching group of people, given that I knew he had been a professional football player. He was well over six feet tall and large bodied—not fat. Powerfully built. Imposing. Commanding. His face was square-jawed and handsome and his hair was cropped so close that, if there was gray in it, it wasn’t particularly evident. And he was looking at me, smiling, picking me out in those standing at the baggage carousel as the man who was there to let him sleep in my guest bed.

When he spoke, it was with a rich, cultured deep baritone. And of course he did; he was a renowned preacher. His white-toothed smile was dazzling. “You must be Trip Sinclair,” he said. “Brian has told me good things about you. A UNC English professor and soccer team coach?”

Brian was his grandson who played for the Duke football team and who looked very much like a younger Lincoln Douglas. I had given the grandson a couple of lustful looks, I had to admit. “Only an assistant professor and an assistant coach,” I answered.

“Give it time, son, and you’ll get there if you want to,” the preacher said. He probably was going to be a “we can do this” optimist the whole time he was here. I wasn’t sure what I thought about that. Four months after losing Evan I was still feeling sorry for myself. I wasn’t ready to give that up. This hunk made me feel better already, which wasn’t exactly in my program plan. I was still very much in the “feeling sorry for myself” phase.

On the way back to my house on the small lake in Carrboro, we spoke of how he’d come to be invited here. He’d been here to help officiate in his grandson’s wedding. I’d been out of town for that. And Reverend Steve, who had helped to officiate the wedding, had invited him to preach in the church the next time he came back. The next time was the Duke-Georgia Tech football game, which was tomorrow. He’d played for Georgia Tech before going pro. His grandson, who wanted to go pro too, played for Duke.

“So, you and your grandson will be exchanging friendly jabs all weekend about your football teams.”

“I’ve had my college football shot,” Linc said. “I’ll do nothing but promote Duke—and that’s the side we’ll be sitting on—I have a ticket for you too if you can come to the game—and whatever I’m thinking in my mind, I’ll be cheering on my grandson and his team on the field.”

“I guess if you’re going to be that noble, I’ll cheer for Duke too. Even though the university I work for, the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, is located right next door to Duke, and we are rivals in everything, I’ll take your lead and cheer for Duke tomorrow too.”

We both laughed. And with that I’d agreed to go to the football game with him. I hadn’t really intended to when I only knew Lincoln Douglas in the abstract. But now that I’d met him in the flesh, I was being mesmerized by him. I now wanted to be with him the whole time he was in town.

He went on talking while we drove, telling me about his coming out while he was with the Falcons but remaining with his wife who already was sinking into dementia at that time, and how he didn’t become actively gay until after she’d died. That he’d met Sean, the set designer, while he was breaking up with the Falcons and had gone with him more permanently after he’d gone to the Jets. He was very open about his struggles in only slowly and grudgingly having become accepted and only then when he’d gone through seminary, started working with gays in New York, and built that whole ministry in a church that was fully inclusive, very popular in Harlem, and no longer completely gay even.

“I’m sorry if talking so openly about my background embarrasses you, but Steven did say that you were—”

“Gay,” I said. “Not as famously open as you are about it, though,” I added.

“Yes, I’m afraid it has become central to who I am and the message I try to bring to the people,” he said. “But what I’ve been told about you. I understand you lost your partner a short while ago.”

“Yes,” I said. “Evan died four months ago. We worked on the same faculty at UNC. He was the scientific one, though. He taught physics. But here we are at our house. I’m sorry. It was actually Evan’s house. I haven’t been able to stop referring to it as our house.”

“Yes, it takes a while. It’s been about the same time since I lost Sean.”

“Let’s go inside and get your suitcase in the guest room. You can change and freshen up, if you like. I’ll meet you on the screened porch at the back of the house. Wine, beer, or soda?”

“Beer would be great,” he answered. “What a lovely house it is.”

“Just a small cottage, but it suited us, the neighbors are friendly and supportive, and we loved sitting out on the screened porch and watching the life in the marshes around the lake. But there I go referring to ‘we’ again.”

When he came out onto the porch, he’d changed into shorts, a T-shirt, and sandals, without socks. This revealed his body to be even harder and more muscular than the suit he’d flown in did. He was holding a photograph of Evan and me. So, he now knew Evan had been black. I hadn’t mentioned that. And Evan had been completely different from what this commanding former pro football player was. Evan hadn’t been any taller than my five-foot-nine, which had to be six inches shorter than Linc was. And Evan had been slim and sinewy, almost gaunt at the end, a runner and cyclist like I was. Linc was at least 240 pounds of muscle. He had both Evan and me by seventy or eighty pounds each. Evan was lighter skinned than Linc’s ebony too. And Evan had died in his late forties. Linc was in his late fifties.

“This must be your partner,” he said, showing me the photo he’d taken from the fireplace mantel in the living room. There were photos of us all over the cottage, so the relationship would have been hard to hide.

“Yes,” I said as we settled beside each other on a long rattan sofa with deep cushions on the porch, facing the lake.

He didn’t note that Evan had been black. He went right for the wound.

“Do you miss it?”

“Yes, I miss him very much,” I answered.

“No, that’s not what I’m asked,” Linc said. “Do you miss it—the relationship in bed. The two of you look very happy—and very committed to and contented with each other—in the photos you have around. I have worked with a lot of gay people. It’s clear you were happy with each other in bed.”

“Yes,” I said with a sigh. “I miss it very much.”

“Was he the dominant and you the submissive?” Linc asked. He certainly didn’t have to tell me what position he’d take in partnered sex.

“Yes,” I said. “But I guess all of that is in the past. I haven’t been with anyone since Evan died.”

“That’s too bad,” the preacher said.

Somehow that touched a sore point and I pushed back. “It’s been four months for you too. Do you miss sex much?” I was a little “aren’t we getting too personal” in the tone of my response.

He neither took umbrage at my question or tone nor backed away from the question. “No, I don’t miss it—the sex. I miss having sex with Sean, of course. We were very compatible. But I don’t miss sex because I didn’t stop having sex. I never sleep alone if I can help it.”

I was shocked. “You don’t think that’s being disloyal to your departed partner?”

“No, not at all. It’s a biological and emotional need. I’m a highly sexed man. Sean knew that, because we frequently had sex—very enthusiastic sex. Just because I have sex with other men now that he’s gone isn’t something that I see as disloyal. It’s an affirmation of what a good thing we had together when we were together. We aren’t apart because the sex wasn’t good. It’s because he died. It’s the same way with you, isn’t it? If you stop having enjoyable sex now that you can’t have it with your Evan, isn’t it rather a denial of the pleasure of sex you had with Evan? Was your Evan someone who would want you to just dry up and whither after he was gone?”

“I don’t know. We never discussed it. We didn’t contemplate that one of us could die as soon as he did,” I said. And, indeed, I didn’t know how Evan would think about me having sex again now. Linc sounded so reasonable and sensible, and he had a soothing voice and a commanding presence that could seduce the fuzz off a peach. I certainly hadn’t been a happy man in the four months Evan had been gone. And a lot of that was the tension of not having sex after Evan and I had led such an active and satisfying sex life.

Could it be that it wouldn’t be a sign of disloyalty to Evan to have sex with other men—even to have another committed sexual relationship with a man? Linc seemed to be saying that to do so would confirm rather than deny the goodness, the rightness, of the relationship Evan and I had had. I could see how this preacher had become so persuasive in his message of tolerance and acceptance of one’s natural nature in his church work.

And “this man” was sitting close to me on the rattan sofa and had an arm around me. He cupped my chin in his other hand and looked intensely into my eyes with his commanding ones. I knew he was going to kiss me. I knew I was going to let him.

“Have you not thought of letting another man into your life as you let your Evan in?” he asked. “Steven rather thought that someone named De’Andre from the church was compatible with you—that you liked each other.”

Yes, I had fantasized about De’Andre Wills. He was a young black man who was going to the church—maybe three years younger than I was. He was a hunk and a half, but he was a construction worker. We were from two different social worlds. But was I just being a snob there? Did sexual compatibility have much to do with social equality?

“Yes, there’s De’Andre,” I said. “He’s quite attractive. But he seems so serious and I don’t think we have much in common. He’s a construction worker and I teach English in college.”

“Does he arouse you sexually? Does he have a cock? Can he hold an erection? Steven tells me he’s a gay top who won’t even look at anyone but you and is sexually frustrated that you aren’t looking back at him.”

“Are you always this blunt about putting people together?” I asked.

“Yes. Life is too short not to live in the present. Don’t be trapped by the past and don’t worry too much about the future. My question is, are you still sexually attracted to other men? Are you sexually attracted to me?”

“Yes.” What could I say? He was running his hands on my body. He knew I was hard. He knew it was for him.

“Yes, both to other men and to me?”

“Yes.” He damn well knew that.

“I am just checking to make sure,” he said, with a chuckle, as if he had read my thoughts. “Are you sexually attractive to this construction worker Steven tells me about?”

“Yes, but—”

“You know what I think, Trip?” he murmured. “I think Steve knew what he was doing—what both of us, you and I, needed—when he put us together. Please don’t say no to me.”

While he was kissing me on the lips; the cheeks; my throat; my nipples, as he unbuttoned and spread my shirt open; and then on my belly, as he slipped my trousers off, I never once tried to say no. He gently repositioned me on my back on the sofa cushions, and I spread my legs so that he could lay between them. He supported his weight on his knees and elbows, or he would have crushed me. The size and weight of him held me psychologically captive under him on the sofa. If he hadn’t let me push him away or roll out from under him, I would not have had the physical strength to do so. He was so charismatic and overwhelming that I didn’t try.

As he sucked my cock and rolled my balls with his fingers, all I could do was continually, whimper “yes, yes, yes.” I came in this throat quickly. The tension had been building up in me so long that I came in a flood of release.

He raised up on his knees between my legs, and I took in my breath at the magnificent ebony musculature of his torso as he pulled his T-shirt over his head and discarded it on the floor. I heard the zipper of his shorts being pulled down, and he stood up from the sofa briefly to pull his shorts and briefs off and to roll a condom on his erection. I sucked in my breath again and began to pant.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” I murmured, leaving no question that I would accept him.

With all of the dissimilarities between Evan and Linc, there was one thing in which they were the same—they both were as hung as bulls. Where Evan had been cut and the skin of his cock was the same milk-chocolate shade of his skin, Linc was uncut and, though his skin was an ebony color, his cock was even darker, jet black.

I didn’t have long to observe it, though, as he was descending on his knees between my spread thighs again, was grasping and spreading and lifting my butt cheeks to his crotch, and was rimming my entrance with his sheathed cock bulb. I arched my back, reached over my head and gripped the curled rattan arm of the sofa to hold myself steady, and cried out in both pain and ecstasy as he forced himself inside me, and then deeper and deeper yet, spreading my channel as it had never been spread before, even by Evan. As he began to move inside me, in and out and in and out, in deeper and then deeper yet, I felt my walls roll open for him and my passage muscles begin to ripple over his steel-hard, ever-probing cock. We set up a mutual rhythm of the fuck, both of us panting and moaning and working to meld with each other with the pleasure and primeval beat of the fuck. Both of us had done this frequently before; but I, at least, hadn’t done it for several months.

When he’d finished me, me ejaculating up his flat, hard belly again, and him jerking and gushing into the bulb of his condom three times, we lay there, panting, him holding me in a close embrace. Only then did I realize that he was smothering me with his extra seventy pounds of muscle.

“You’re crushing me,” I murmured.

“Sorry. So sorry,” he answered. He moved most of his weight to his knees and elbows. “Sorry,” he said again.

I thought the second “sorry” was for more than his crushing weight. “You needn’t be sorry,” I whispered. “You are right. I needed that. I was just fooling myself and feeling sorry for myself for too long.”

“I wasn’t saying I was sorry for fucking you. I’m going to do it again when we’ve recovered. I’m going to take you upstairs and bed you.”

“Yes,” I said. “But not my bed. Not that . . . yet.”

“I understand.” And, strangely enough, I accepted that he did understand that I wasn’t ready yet to bring anyone into the bed that had been Evan’s and mine. I felt this charismatic preacher man understood it all. And I trusted him to make it all right.

He carried me upstairs like a groom taking his bride to their wedding bed. Instead of lowering me to the guest bed on my back, though, he bent me over the side of the bed. I felt him changing the condom to a fresh one and then he was crouched over me, his large body fully encompassing my smaller one, embracing me from behind and above with one arm around my belly and the hand of the other arm, cupping my chin, while he kissed my throat and between my shoulder blades and positioned the bulb of his gigantic rehardened cock at my anal entrance.

I panted hard and moaned and writhed a bit in his captive embrace as he penetrated me again and started a new journey up inside me. He was fully saddled when he stood upright, taking me up with him, draped in front of him, and lifting my feet off the floor.

“Surrender fully to me,” he said in a rumbling low voice. “I’m going to release your chin and I want you to just let loose, bend over at the waist, arms and legs dangling. I will fully support you. I want you to trust me and fully surrender all to me. Let me do it all. Don’t fight the release.”

I was dangling in front of him, one of his arms encircling my waist, the hand of the other one on the back of my neck, pushing my head down to the floor, my face between my knees. His cock was deep up in my channel. He walked around the room in a crouch, bouncing me up and down on his buried cock, urging me to release all of my tension and to give myself entirely to him. When I was just a loose rag doll, he stood in place and lifted and lowered me on his cock. I came, for a third time, and he came as well. But he just stood there, whispering that I was to stay with him, completely under his control, until he hardened again and fucked me again in the same position.

Then and only then did he lower me onto the bed.

“There,” he whispered. “You have done it; you have done it twice—given yourself to a man completely. That’s what you must do now to regain your life. You must be able and prepared to give yourself to another man—another man after your Evan—totally, as you have done for me. Such a man will come along. And, if that doesn’t work out, there will be another man after that. But grasp the God-given pleasures of life. Give yourself completely to that man. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I think so,” I said. I didn’t completely understand, though. At that moment I thought he was saying he was that other man. And I was prepared to give myself completely to him. I already had. But that’s not quite what he was telling me.

We dozed. I woke to him between my thighs, his knees pushed under my buttocks, my thighs rising high onto his, and his hands gripping my hips and pulling me on and off his sheathed cock again to a mutual ejaculation.

“Let’s try to come together this time,” he suggested. And we almost did.

It was dark outside when he finished me that time. “I’ll fix dinner after we shower,” I said as I rolled off the bed and indulged in another lingering look at his magnificent body. I said no more than that, and Linc didn’t seem to expect me to say any more. Within less than half an hour of being inside my house, he’d been inside me—again and again. It had all happened so naturally and smoothly that there didn’t seem to be anything that needed to be said. There certainly was no guilt in either of our minds—if he harbored any he certainly hid it well. The preacher had been a smooth-tongued persuader. And he’d hardened quickly for me each time, so he didn’t seem to be disappointed.

Amazingly enough, if I was disappointed by anything that had happened, it was that he’d used condoms. Evan and I hadn’t. I know he was being sensitive and now I was fully prepared to believe that he rarely slept alone, but I trusted him so implicitly that, if he entered me unsheathed now, I would gladly accept him.

We went to the showers. Each of the bedrooms had its own en suite bathroom. When he came downstairs, in just his briefs, I had dinner laid out on the dining room table, the room lit with candles. I had been all over the downstairs and turned over all of the photos of Evan and me. Linc didn’t mention that.

After dinner, he took my hand and led me upstairs to the guest room. He put me on all fours on the bed and mounted, penetrated, and rode my ass in a deep doggie fuck. We slept there, me curled up inside his embrace.

It was a night when Linc wasn’t sleeping by himself. But it also was the first night since Evan had died that I hadn’t slept by myself. And Linc was so smooth that I felt no remorse whatsoever.

I felt silly in the morning after we’d awakened and I’d pushed Linc onto his back, saddled myself on him, and rode his cock to yet another shared ejaculation. Who was I fooling? I wasn’t over Evan, but I was over grieving for the sex Evan and I couldn’t have anymore. When Linc came down for breakfast, all of the photos of Evan and me were standing back up. He didn’t say anything about this either.

* * * *

I saw him as we came down the ramp to our seats at the Duke-Georgia Tech game. The construction worker from church, De’Andre Mills, was sitting in a seat next to two unoccupied seats that I was sure were Linc’s and mine. I paused and turned to Linc, giving him a quizzical look.

“Go with it, Trip,” Linc said. “You’d be surprised what could be lurking right under your nose.”

He was right, of course, and it, of course, was no accident that De’Andre had a ticket to sit right next to us. We did watch and comment on the play, which Duke won, although Georgia Tech put up a good defense, so Linc left happy, but De’Andre and I chatted away on other topics too. And, as Linc hinted, I found that being “just” a construction worker had been too dismissive on my part—not that it mattered in the least in the end. In the end, De’Andre could have been an apprentice in driving nails in house frames and it wouldn’t have mattered.

“I’m really a cabinetmaker,” he said at one point. “I put in walls of shelving and cabinets in the living and family rooms of houses being constructed. Sometimes I make matching furniture too.”

At another point, he revealed that he was rooting for Duke because he had gone there—in English. He revealed he published poetry in regional anthologies. And, no, he hadn’t been on the Duke football team, although he’d played tailback in high school and he and Linc talked about that across me for a while during half time. He’d been on the track and swimming teams at Duke.

“You’re a runner?” I asked.

“Yes. Steve told me you were a runner too.”

“Yes, but I haven’t had anyone to run with . . . for several months.”

“Since your Evan died?” he asked, turning his big brown eyes to me and turning on a sympathetic charm.

“Yes, since Evan died. But how did you—?”

“Reverend Steve told me you were having a rough time. You know you don’t have to run alone, if you don’t want to.” He put his hand on my knee. I left it there.

I looked at him, giving him a good look now, looking beyond my “just a construction worker” prejudice. He was a handsome young man. I’d only gone with older men, but I was getting on to being an older man myself now. Maybe it was time to switch. I did a double-take. It had been some time since I’d thought in terms of doing it at all, let alone the age of a potential partner. De’Andre was tall—not as tall as Linc, but a good four inches taller than I was—and taller than Evan had been. He was slim like Evan had been, though, although muscular too. He was the milk-chocolate color of Evan rather than the dark chocolate of Linc. He looked strong. His hands looked very strong, in keeping with his carpentry profession.

And he had his hand on my knee. And I left it there.

When he went off in search of a restroom, I apologized to Linc, sitting on the other side of me from De’Andre. “Sorry. It seems like I’ve been ignoring you. But I’m finding De’Andre fascinating.”

“Good. That’s how it should be. He’s gone to take a leak. Aren’t you at all curious?”

I frowned, not understanding him. But then I did and laughed. And I realized I was curious. I followed De’Andre up the ramp and when he went into the men’s room and up to a urinal, I took the position beside him and looked down. He was hung. I wondered if all black men were hung, and I decided that at least all I’d been aroused by had been. His cock also was jet black, like Linc’s. I gave a little gasp, De’Andre smiled at me, looked at what I had hanging out, and smiled again. He gave his cock a few strokes when he’d finished urinating and I saw it visibly getting even longer. When we returned to our seats, he put his hand even higher on my thigh and I left it there.

He was going to fuck me. I knew that. He seemed to know that, as well. He didn’t ask me if he could. He just assumed that we now had an understanding. And he was right.

At the end of the game, Linc offered De’Andre a ride. I thought nothing of that even though I was the one with a car and the one doing the driving. We drove directly to my cottage in Carrboro and climbed the stairs to the second floor.

I started to turn into the guest room. We were all working on shedding our clothes. We all knew this was going to be a threesome.

“No,” Linc said, turning me to the master bedroom. “Your bed. We must keep our memories, yes, but they should become fond memories, not controlling ghosts. We’re going to fuck you in your bed.” And they did.

Linc put me down at the foot of the bed, with my buttocks on the edge. My knees were hooked on his hips and he was grasping and squeezing and separating my buttocks, as he opened me up with his shaft. De’Andre, his naked body lithe but well muscled, his cock long, long, long and stiff in erection, climbed up on the bed at my head, raised my shoulders with his hand so that my head arched back, and slid his cock into my mouth as Linc was fucking me in long slides.

At Linc’s direction, Linc withdrew and came around and sat with my head in his lap while De’Andre stood below me, condom packet in hand, looking quizzical.

“Your choice, Trip,” Linc murmured. “Steve went with De’Andre to a clinic where he was certified clean. I knew Evan barebacked you as a signal of his commitment. De’Andre is prepared to do the same—to being only for you as long as you want. So, what’s your choice? Sheathed or raw?”

“Raw,” I whispered. The packet was dropped to the floor. De’Andre was between my legs, grasping my ankles and wishboning my legs, raising, and spreading me wide. Then he was entering, entering, entering me, and I was gasping and panting and arching my back and crying out my need, my want, my satisfaction of being worked deep by a long, long jet-black cock. He pumped me and pumped me as Linc reached a hand over me and stroked me to an ejaculation. De’Andre stroked on inside me to shooting his own load, blasting me deep with his prodigious cum.

We held there, all panting, all humming our satisfaction, until I felt De’Andre going hard again inside me.

“Surrender time,” Linc said in a low voice. “Pick him up De’Andre, as I told you to do. Fully master him. Fully surrender to him, Trip.”

De’Andre pulled me up from the bed, turned me on his cock, so that I was facing away from him. I went limp for him, bent double at the waist, my legs and arms and head dangling toward the floor, totally relaxed and limp as he crouched a bit, and walked around the floor pulling me on and off his cock until he gave me another ejaculative bathing.

I slept that night, in my own king-sized bed, that Evan and I had shared for years and that I now shared with Linc and De’Andre. At intervals through the night, one of them rolled over on top of me and fucked me. I lost count of how many times.

In church the next morning, I sat in the choir behind the pulpit, where Linc gave a powerful, well-received sermon on acceptance and leading a full life, and where I reminisced about his powerful body being on top of me, fucking me. My gaze went beyond him to De’Andre, sitting in the second row, and my thoughts were the same. My thoughts also went to Evan and it seemed like the words of Linc’s sermon were directly challenging my thoughts of my former partner, telling me to remember but not to be consumed by my memories—to get on with life.

It took the congregation a long time to say good-bye to Preacher Lincoln Douglas, who had come to the church with his suitcase. He was going to spend the rest of Sunday with his grandson and bride and they were going to take him to the airport.

He had a twinkle in his eye when he shook my hand and said good-bye in the church’s back parking lot where only two cars now were parked—Linc’s grandson’s and mine. De’Andre stood by mine as Linc and I said our good-byes and I thanked him for bringing me back into life. I knew that this had been just a temporary intervention by him, Linc doing what he was trained to do—and equally knowing that he hadn’t left me in the lurch. He’d provided De’Andre for me.

When there was only my car in the lot, De’Andre pulled me to him in an embrace and we kissed.

“You’ll drop me off at my house?” he asked.

“I think not,” I answered. “I have a need. Could hardly sit still through the church service. I want to take you back to my house. I want you to take me upstairs and bareback the stuffing out of me.”

“Can do,” he replied, with a big smile.

And afterward, I’ll write a thank-you note to Reverend Steven, I thought. I knew who had engineered this successful intervention.

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“What did you tell them about Theo?” Brandon Burton asked the head of the archaeological dig, Colin Doukas, as they stood on the excavation’s edge on the plateau near Gortyn, Crete, and looked down at the housing encampment below. Three local police officers had descended from where they stood and were now talking to the head of the local Greek crew, Stephanos Andino. Standing in a tight group at the edge of the dig with Doukas and Burton were Doukas’s wife, Natalie, the sketcher and cataloger of the expedition’s finds near what had been the labyrinth of the Bronze Age Minoan civilization’s capital of Knossos on the southern coast of Crete, and Doukas’s young Greek-American assistant, Dorian Mikos.

“Only that Theo was a bit flighty,” Doukas answered. Theo Kazan, a twenty-year-old, dark, sultry Athens University student, was a member of the excavation crew that Doukas, a leading Oxford University archaeology professor and explorer, had brought to Crete three weeks earlier. The young student hadn’t been seen on the dig for a couple of days, but the work had been fevered and the local crew large. No one had acknowledged knowing he was missing until one of the young local crew men his age had been reported missing by his family the previous day.

“Theo was a bit . . . you know . . . two beautiful and available to men for his own good,” Natalie Doukas said in a dismissive voice. “The two have probably run off together and had to do it in secret because of the attitudes in the local youth’s village.” She moved off a bit, delivering a pottery shard to the table under a tree where she was collecting the day’s smaller finds.

Brandon pulled closer into Doukas. “You didn’t tell them . . . you know, about you and Theo, did you?”

“Keep your voice down,” Doukas muttered. He looked around to see who might have heard, but only his twenty-year-old Columbia University assistant, Dorian Mikos, was within hearing. Mikos was a young man with Greek heritage who was every bit as beautiful and sultry as Theo Kazan was, although he was educated and sophisticated on an international scale far above Theo’s experience and light years beyond that of the local rural worker who also had gone missing. In terms of youth and physical beauty, though, all three young men of disparate situations were equals—as, it was generally understood, was their interest in other men.

“No, of course not. It has nothing to do with Theo being missing—or, rather, having gone on a walk—unless he was just too innocent to cope with his preferences in the repressive atmosphere on Crete. The local police have no need to hear a whisper of anything more than they can glean from Stephanos and the local workers. Natalie is probably right. The two are probably now on a ferry to Athens to try to begin a new life without the local worker’s family knowing what that entails.”

“How long do you think the police will be here?” Dorian Mikos asked, sidling up to Doukas and his archaeology associate, who was a professor of archaeology at the University of Arizona in Tucson. “I need to coordinate with Stephanos on tomorrow’s dig—the worker’s roster. Will we have to cancel the party tonight?” Today was October 31st, American Halloween, and a contingent of the American university students included in the dig as part of a course Burton was teaching had wanted to do a costume party to introduce the holiday to the local workers.

“I don’t see why we would need to cancel,” Doukas said. “And the police won’t be here long, I don’t think. If Natalie is bright enough to figure out why both of the young men are missing, the local police should be able to handle it.” He looked over at his wife, who turned and gave him a smile. He smiled back. Their relationship was complicating, much of it hanging on working together as an archeological team, but he really did love her in his own way.

“Ouch,” Burton said. But then he laughed. Natalie wasn’t Doukas’s wife just for her brains. She was a striking blonde, twenty years younger than Doukas’s well-preserved fifty-one. She was just the sort of wife who gave the famous archaeologist camouflage—not to mention that had brought his no-cost associate, Burton, and the Arizona professor’s contingent of students into this expedition cost free. Doukas also occasionally fucked her with satisfaction when he was really keyed up. She took what came her way.

“There, the police have moved on,” Dorian said. “I’ll just go down and have a word with Stephanos and tell the American students the party is on and they can start setting it up.”

Burton moved over to talk with Natalie about the finds of the day and to help her catalog them, while Doukas remained standing at the edge of the plateau, looking down into the housing compound, consisting most of tents around what had been a farm complex—a small villa where the principals were housed, another structure with the kitchen and dining facilities—where the party would be held that night—and a barn, where the equipment and the archaeological finds could be stored before they were sent off the museum in the capital city of Heraklion, forty-five kilometers away, on the northern coast of the island.

His attention was arrested by the view of Dorian Mikos speaking with the Greek local crew supervisor, Stephanos Andino, and his eyes narrowed. Andino was touching Dorian in a familiar manner that Doukas didn’t particularly like. There was something about that man. Andino was in in his early thirties, devilishly handsome and cocky, knowing how arresting his muscular physique was and taking every opportunity to show it off. He looked over at Natalie to see whether she also was looking down at the strutting Greek as he occasionally caught her doing, but she wasn’t. She and Brandon Burton were in close conversation. But Natalie and the hunky Greek exchanging looks and flirting didn’t disturb Doukas a tenth as much as Andino touching Dorian Miko did.

* * * *

“And this is what made the Minotaur a monster,” Stephanos was saying. He was standing in front of the gathered American students and local workers, holding a huge papier-mâché mask of the Minotaur’s head in his arms, and relating the tale to the Americans of the legend of the Minotaur, the Minoan civilization monster, who lived in the nearby labyrinth at Knossos demanding a sacrifice of seven young women and seven young men from the Greek mainland every seven years to guarantee that he left the people of the island in peace.

“It’s this head of a bull that distinguished the Minotaur,” Stephanos said. “He was monstrous in other dimensions as well, but those were human features. He descended from the gods—Zeus’s capturing of Europa and bringing her here to Crete to mate with him disguised as a bull and the offspring of that union, Minos, mating his wife, Pasiphere, with the white bull to produce the half man, half bull Minotaur”

Standing off to the side with Colin and Natalie Doukas and Dorian Mikos, Brandon Burton said, “That’s quite an elaborate bull headpiece Stephanos came in. Quite convincing. He’s quite the magnificent Minotaur, isn’t he?”

Both Natalie and Dorian said “Quite” in unison, bringing a scowl to Colin’s face and both looking a bit embarrassed. “Wherever did he get such a magnificent headpiece?” Natalie asked to rush the conversation forward, away from rocky shoals.

“He’s an excellent artist,” Colin said, “as you know, Natalie, since he helps you with the sketching. When the Halloween party was laid on, he asked if he could make the Minotaur headpiece to entertain the American students with the local legend, and I acceded and gave him the time and money to make it. It is rather elaborate, isn’t it? And it’s just what you’d imagine the Minotaur’s head would look like.”

Stephanos, costume wise, was the winner of the evening. His muscular body was oiled to a bronze sheen and the headpiece was both horrific and mesmerizing. The rest had come in various drapings of sheeting to evoke Greek and Roman togas. Dorian had come as a Greek serving boy, though, with a simple tunic and sandals with lacings criss-crossing up to his knees, and looked very fetching. Natalie, of course, was dazzling in her silken robe. Although in nearly the same toga as all of the other men, Colin and Brandon, both tall, well-muscled, distinguished looking, and commanding, came across well as Roman senators.

The local crew had provided an abundance of Greek food and wine, and the partying went on for a couple of hours. The expedition principals retired early, though, with Colin winning a round of cheers by saying that the dig would not commence the next day until after the noon meal.

It wasn’t long before the lights went out in the small villa, separated from the dining hall by a stone terrace. Luckily, although the bedrooms of the villa opened out onto terracing, that was on the opposite side of the structure from the other buildings and expedition tents.

Stephanos also left the party earlier than it ended, but he only went to his tent long enough to deposit the head of the Minotaur there. Then he stole out again and, looking around to ensure he wasn’t seen, moved silently around the side of the villa to where the bedroom doors opened to the breeze coming up from the south on the Mediterranean. He moved from window to window, first to Colin Doukas’s bedroom, where, through the open doorway, he watched the scene of sexual release. Doukas was on his back on the bed, his hands gripping Dorian Mikos’s slim waist, as the young, sultry man was saddled on the older man’s hips, his hands palming Doukas’s pecs, and Dorian’s buttocks rising and falling on the older man’s sheathed shaft. Doukas was cupping the young man’s chin with a hand, his thumb penetrating Dorian’s mouth. The young man’s head was arched back, his eyes close, and he was sucking on the thumb.

Stephanos watched as one of Dorian’s hands drew back to encase his cock and stroke himself to an ejaculation, arching his back and giving a little. Doukas then turned the young man on his cock to the position of the crab, where Dorian was stretched out above Doukas’s body, supporting himself suspended of the other man with his arms bent, his hands palming the mattress on either side of Doukas’s chest, and his legs bent, his feet planted on either side of Doukas’s thighs, and Doukas raising and lowering the young man’s hips on his own skewering cock as he moved to his own release.

The next door Stephanos moved to was Natalie’s room—she and her husband had separate rooms for obvious reasons. This bedroom was empty, so Stephanos moved on. The next bedroom, Brandon Burton’s, was where the Greek found Burton kneeling between Natalie’s thighs as she lay back on the bed, devouring her cunt before rising and crouching over her, entering her with his erection, and fucking her in the missionary position. Her long, blonde hair streaming over the sheet and picking up the moonlight through the window, Natalie was yawning her pleasure and working her ample breasts with her hands.

The last bedroom in the line was empty as well, but Stephanos waited here, in the shadows, until Dorian Mikos returned to his bedroom and moved over to the side of the bed and pulled the covers back. The Greek, naked, moved silently to behind the young American, still naked, and embraced him from behind, a hand going to cover Mikos’s mouth. There were muffled exclamations and a brief struggle until Dorian realized who was embracing him. Then the hand came away to be replaced with the cupping of Dorian’s chin and the turning of the young man’s face to Stephanos for a possessive kiss. Stephanos’s other hand moved between them, putting his erection in position. Dorian instinctively tried to pull his mouth away to yelp at the pain of the thick entry of the Greek’s cock, but Stephanos held him in strong captivity as his shaft moved up inside the young American’s passage, stretching and opening the channel up, Stephanos being thicker and longer than Colin Doukas was.

Stephanos covered the young man’s lower belly with a strong, calloused hand and pulled and released, pulled and released, relentlessly pulling the young man’s passage deeper on the throbbing cock. As he’d seen in the other room, the thumb of hand the Greek was cupping the American’s chin with slipped into Dorian’s mouth and the young man sucked on it as he was being pulled deeper on the shaft.

When he was in to the hilt, Stephanos released his close hold on Dorian’s body, and the young American sank forward on the bed, his cheek pressing into the sheet and his arms stretched out to his side sacrificially. The hung Greek grabbed the young man’s hips and rocked Dorian’s pelvis back and forth to the rhythm of the thrusts of his cock. Dorian’s fists opened and closed on the bunching of sheeting to the same rhythm, matched by the pattern of his moaning, as the hunky Greek fucked him far more completely than Colin Doukas had managed.

* * * *

The next afternoon, November 1st, Theo Kazan reappeared in camp, stumbling and looking dazed. Stephanos, who was deploying somewhat hungover American students and local workers around the excavation site, saw Theo approaching and waved him into his tent. After a while the Greek supervisor emerged and sent one of the local workers to the police station.

While he was waiting for the local police to arrive, Stephanos came to Colin Doukas. Dorian was standing nearby, clipboard in hand, seeing that the areas of the excavation Doukas had said to concentrate on that day were being worked. The two, Stephanos and Dorian, didn’t look at each other—and they avoided looking at each other enough that Colin Doukas was giving them suspicious looks.

“Was that Theo I saw entering your tent?” he asked Stephanos as the Greek climbed up to the plateau they were excavating.

“Yes, it was. He’s in my tent. I’ve sent for the police.”

“Has he—?”

“He hasn’t said anything yet. I don’t know if it’s because he won’t or because he can’t remember for some reason. He just said that he needed to do some looking around and thinking on his own. He was adamant that he doesn’t know the local worker who disappeared before he did, though.”

“I wish you had told me he was back before sending for the police. I want to talk to him before they interview him. When they arrived, tell them that he went off again, please.”

Without waiting for a reply, Doukas handed the area map he was looking at to Dorian and descended the hill. He went to Stephanos’s tent and then the he and Theo went over to and entered the villa. Doukas was controlling the young man’s stumbling movement close, holding him with an arm embracing the young man’s shoulders.

Stephanos went over close to Dorian and the two held the map Doukas had handed to Dorian together and looked at it as if they were discussing the map. But they weren’t.

“Last night,” Stephanos said.

“I had wanted that since we got here,” Dorian said.

“I sensed that strongly. That’s why I—”

“No need to say anything. We need to—”

“Sunday. We each will be free. Each of us can go for a walk in a different direction and meet up. There’s something I want to show you. Sunday. It’s Thursday today.”

“Three days? I don’t know if I can—”

“If there’s opportunity.”

They would have said more, but Natalie called over to Stephanos. “I have more here than I can get sketched today, Stephanos. Perhaps you could—”

“Yes, certainly,” Stephanos said. “I’ll be with you as soon as I wave these policemen off.” He descended the hill to tell them that they’d missed Theo, that Theo would be brought in to the police station when he returned, that he hadn’t given much of an explanation why he was gone for three days, and that he claimed not to know the other missing young man.

Not too much longer after that, Dorian had a question that needed an immediate answer and could only be answered by Colin Doukas, if he was available. Dorian found—or, rather, saw—Colin in the villa, but he wasn’t available for questions. He had Theo on his bed, both were naked, and Theo was on his belly, with Colin mounted on his ass and fucking him in long slides.

Dorian decided that the question didn’t have to be answered as immediately as he’d thought and he returned to the dig and became embroiled in that work until the late afternoon. Colin was back and Dorian got an answer to his “immediate” question. He said nothing about seeing Colin fucking Theo. Dorian knew Doukas had been fucking the young Greek. And just because he also fucked Dorian didn’t mean that Dorian had the leverage to complain about who else Colin would fuck.

Colin’s answer to Dorian’s work question meant Dorian now had a work question to ask Stephanos. He hadn’t seen the Greek supervisor around for a while, though. He walked down to the housing compound. Stephanos was in his tent. But he wasn’t alone. Both he and Theo were naked and fucking on Stephanos’s cot. Dorian saw them from the rear, Stephanos’s meaty buttocks between two raised and spread thighs, Stephanos fisting the young Greek student’s ankles and languidly rocking against Theo’s pelvis, his buttocks contracting and releasing in the rhythm of the fuck.

Theo was getting quite a workout, Dorian thought. He’d surely be gaga when he finally was turned over to the police for questioning. But as far as Dorian knew, maybe that was someone’s plan. He never did get turned over to the police, though. That evening when he didn’t appear at the dining hall, he couldn’t be found.

Theo was gone again. And this time he didn’t come back. Dorian overheard Colin and Stephanos discussing how randy and hazy the young man had been when he returned—how they didn’t have to pursue him. That he had come to them and couldn’t get enough of their cocking. It was a pity, they agreed, that he didn’t stay around long enough after he’d come back for them to get their fill of him.

“Whatever man Theo was with while he was absent was hung like a bull,” Colin said. “His passage was still gaping open when I laid him.”

“He was a better lay for having been gone for a couple of days,” Stephanos interjected.

“Just like Spiros,” Colin said, which sent a chill up Dorian’s spine. Spiros was the name of the young local worker who had disappeared before Theo did.

* * * *

“If your first time with a man was the best you’d ever had and then your second time was even better than that, would you want to lay under him a third time?”

“Certainly. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I thought I might be too big for you, but you took me well,” Stephanos said, lying next to Dorian on the blanket, his fingers stroking the young man’s thigh. “Did you think I might split you?”

“I like to be challenged by a big cock.”

“If the man were even bigger than me—had a monster shaft—you’d be willing to try it?”

“Of course,” Dorian answered. It was Sunday and, after leaving the camp headed in different directions, they had circled around north to meet up. Stephanos had brought a blanket and a hamper of food and several bottles of chilled wine. He had led Dorian up into the hills surrounding Gortyn and around the seaward side of a rocky cliff. He’d taken them to a grassy area bordered by boulders to the east and west, a drop off to the Mediterranean Sea to the south. and the rocky and rough face of a cliff to the north.

There he had laid out the blanket and the food and wine, the two had stripped naked, they’d eaten of the food and polished off nearly three bottles of the wine. Then Stephanos had laid the younger American, the two entwining their bodies, Stephanos frotting their cocks, the two of them sixty-nining to one release, Stephanos eating Dorian out and stroking him off to the young man’s second ejaculation, and then setting Dorian into an all-fours position, mounting him, and fucking him to Stephanos’s climax.

Stephanos had complimented Dorian on how open he was able to make himself for the Greek’s thick shaft, which, when Dorian admitted he’d managed to have been doubled before, had led to the question on how big Dorian would be willing to try to take.

The fucking on the blanket had taken longer, been more intense, and had lifted the two higher than the first time Stephanos had taken Dorian in his bedroom after the Halloween party. Stephanos was relatively young, beautiful, muscular, hung, virile, and vigorous. Dorian couldn’t have wanted more from a man.

“So, you’re asking if I think the third time with you can be better than what you just did with me?” Dorian asked. “I don’t see how it could be.”

“If you had it from a man like the two times I’d covered you, would you be content with dying after that?” Stephanos asked.

“All of these questions and the serious look,” Dorian said. “I prefer the first question, because it speaks of a third time.”

“So, you want a third time?”

“Of course I do,” Dorian answered.

“And you would take it if I was bigger than I was the first two times?”

“Yes, but I don’t see how . . . ahh.” Then he saw. Stephanos was showing him his fist.

“Does the prospect scare you?” Stephanos asked.

“Yes, a little.”

“But you’ll stay with me here on this blanket?”

“Yes, I’ll stay.”

Stephanos, who had been sitting beside Dorian, who was stretched out on his back on the blanket, was smoking a cigarette and playing with two big balls of twine he’d taken out of the hamper, picking the two ends of the string out from each of the ball, tossed his cigarette over the lip of the cliff ledge and down to the sea. He rolled over on top of Dorian, embracing the young man close and pinning him to the ground, one leg over one of Dorian’s legs and an arm encasing Dorian’s back, the hand cupping the young man’s chin and arching his head back. Stephanos’s other hand, which he dipped in a tub of butter first, went under Dorian’s balls.

Dorian groaned and then whimpered and then begged and finally cried out as Stephanos worked buttered fingers into the young American’s asshole, progressively adding fingers and, finally, the rest of the hand, past the knuckles, as Dorian writhed ineffectually in the strong Greek’s grasp. Dorian cried out as the knuckles breached his sphincter and Stephanos was in to the wrist, but the young man, panting, held steady. Stephanos flexed his fingers and gently rocked the fist inside the young man’s passage. At length Dorian adjusted to fist that fucked him and he took his cock in his own free hand and beat himself off, all the time panting hard, groaning, and voicing his pained passion.

When he’d shot his load, Stephanos extracted his hand, rolled over on top of Dorian, between the young man’s spread thighs, held him close, thrust his shaft up into Dorian’s now-gaping passage, and fucked the hell out of him.

“You took that well,” the Greek said. “You are quite talented.” His voice had an aura of approval in it.

They lay stretched out beside each other afterward, Dorian still panting and moaning, as Stephanos juggled the two balls of twine. The younger man watched him for a while before gathering enough breath to ask the Greek, “What do you have that twine for?”

“To guide us on the path.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You’ve been to the labyrinth of Knossos, but did you know there were other labyrinths here on Crete?”

“No, I didn’t. Do they all have a Minotaur at the center of them?”

“Would you like to find out? There’s a labyrinth right here, nearby, in a cave. We’re lying on the path to the entrance to it. It’s in the cliffside behind us. You are an archaeologist. Would you like to explore what very few others know about on Crete of the time back to the Minoans?” He sat up, reached into the basket, and pulled out a couple of heavy-duty flashlights. “Come explore with me.”

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I can put my legs together after what you just did.”

“Come into the labyrinth with me. We will explore and then I will make love to you again—I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. Here, drink this first.” He produced another bottle of wine from the basket, a smaller one from the others. He opened it and gave it to Dorian. “No, it’s all for you. Drink it all.”

Dorian did so, and the effects of the wine—a feeling of languidness and slight euphoria emotionally and a greater loosening of his internal passage—dilating him even more and deeper than Stephanos had done with his fist—physically started to set in as, the both of them still naked, Stephanos took his hand and guided him through the rocks behind where they had been lying and to the entrance of a cave.

Here they stopped and Stephanos took the balls of string he was carrying with him. One end of each strand he tied to the base of a small tree, each strand to a separate tree. The other end of one he tied to Dorian’s ankle and the end of the other to his own ankle. “I know the way through the labyrinth, but we may be separated,” he said. “This will ensure we each can find our way out, if needed.”

The passage into the cave twisted and turned and gave false invitations as a true labyrinth will. Dorian was fascinated with the clearly ancient paintings on the passage walls picked out by the light of his flashlight. He twice became separated from Stephanos in the dark passage, taking turns that the Greek did, but their voices and the string brought them back together again. There was a mist in the passage, some sort of gas that added to Dorian’s disorientation and haziness. The sensation of his channel dilating increased, and he would have given more thought to the possibility that Stephanos’s fist had done damage if he had been in more control of his mental facilities than he was.

After quite a long time they spied a lighted area ahead of them. It wasn’t the first lighted chamber they came to. At a few other places, there were channels upward in the ceiling of the chambers that reached the surface and brought beams of light down into the cave. In time, though, they entered a much larger chamber, with several access points to the surface and the flashlights weren’t need.

“What in the hell is this?” Dorian asked, his eyes first going to the wall painting, which was in the vein of the Minoan art he’d seen already in ruins and journal articles, centering on the games of bull baiting and leaping. But the intensity of points of light in beams increasing as clouds scuttled away in the sky above the chamber ceiling took Dorian’s eye to the gilded throne across the chamber and the large area of animal skins padding at one side and then through an arch to a smaller chamber that was lined with bones—human skeletons and sculls. The light in this chamber was dimmer, though, and he turned to say something to Stephanos.

But Stephanos wasn’t there.

Dorian looked around in panic for the other man, although, in his drugged state, panic was lethargic and dulled. A tapestry was off to the side, and he saw it shimmer and then a figure come out from behind it.

“Stephanos. Where did that headdress from the Halloween party come from?”

The figure’s head—that of a white bull with curved horns—was identical to the Minotaur headdress Stephanos had worn at the party, but this wasn’t Stephanos. This figure was over seven feet tall and, though of human male form, much more muscular than any human Dorian had ever seen. It had, swinging between its thighs, a shaft that was as long and thick as a grown man’s forearm. The balls were the shape and size of lemons. And it wasn’t topped with a papier-mâché headdress. This was the monster’s head.

This was the Minotaur.

Dorian stood, helpless and slow to react, eyes wide and trained on the Minotaur, as the monster advanced on him. Dorian did stumble backward but to no avail. The monster took the young man up into his arms, carried him over to the throne, sat in the massive seat, embracing Dorian in his strong arms. Pulling Dorian into his lap, facing away from him, he put Dorian’s gaping passage on the huge cock, being able to penetrate because the drug Stephanos had given the young man did its trick, but unable to penetrate too far, despite the preparation Stephanos’s fist had provided. That was not accepted by the Minotaur as a problem. As Dorian ineffectually struggled and howled, the monster buried the cock to a deeper depth that any man would be able to.

The young man struggled and cried out in pain, increasingly laced with passion, as the monster held him close and raised and lowered him on the cock, turning Dorian to facing him and fucking him interminably in that position as well until Dorian gave up the struggle and lay docilely there, letting the Minotaur have what he was going to take anyway.

At length the Minotaur rose from the throne and carried the completely yielding body of the young American over to the pile of animal skins, where he laid Dorian on his back, spread and bent the young man’s legs, placed skins under Dorian’s buttocks to raise his hips and roll his pelvis up, and settled down between the young man’s thighs, entering him to such a depth as Dorian’s greatly dilated passage would allow, and fucked him and fucked him and fucked him.

When Dorian woke, it was night. The chamber was dim, but a full moon was out, so there was enough light in the chamber that the young man could see that the Minotaur was stretched out beside him on the animal skins. The monster was snoring.

Dorian was as sore as he could be but something in the back of his still-drugged and addled brain told him he needed to escape if he could. This fought with the almost equal urge to want to be totally fucked like that again. He felt a tingling sensation at one of his ankles and reached down to discover that the thread was still in place, tied around the ankle.

Stephanos had told him that that was how he could find his way out. As silently as he could he rose and went to the chamber entrance that the string slithered into. At the entrance, he paused and looked around at the Minotaur in repose, his giant cock snaking down his thigh, still fearsome when flaccid.

Aided by the drug dilating his passage and the mists of the labyrinth that helped mellow him out and increase his arousal, he had to say that this had been the fuck of his life. Could it get any better than this? Was this the best sexual experience he was to have in life? Hadn’t Stephanos asked him about this—whether after an ultimate fuck like this he’d be willing to die if he knew it was the greatest sex he’d ever have? He’d have to think about all of this later. His mind was too hazy to think about this now.

He turned, and, following the string in the dark, managed, in time, to stumble out of the cave. The full moon allowed him to see his way back to the camp. It was a surprised Colin Doukas who sat up in his bed in the encampment villa and saw a naked Dorian tumble into his bedroom.

“Dorian!” he exclaimed. “Where have you been? You’ve been gone for two days.”

“Take me. Fuck me. Use me hard,” Dorian cried out, as, in a drunken stupor, he struggled over to the bed and collapsed on top of Colin. Always game to fuck a young man, Colin happily complied. They fucked all night. But Dorian was insatiable and his mind was floating into the stratosphere.

After Colin left in the morning, Dorian sought out Stephanos, who also was happy to fuck him silly. Over the day, Colin and Stephanos handed him back and forth, Dorian never coming down to earth mentally and forever saying he wasn’t getting enough cock—neither in thickness and length nor in frequency.

That night, under cloud cover and holding a flashlight, a mumbling Dorian stumbled back to the cave, guided by Stephanos. At the entrance, Stephanos tied string to trees and then ankles again, and he guided Dorian through the labyrinth to the Minotaur’s lair.

There was no light coming into the chamber from the skylights in the main chamber in this second and final time with Stephanos’s master, the Minotaur. When they entered the chamber, Dorian, whose heart was racing and who could hear the snuffling and snorting of Minotaur somewhere in the dark, stood, whimpering, the drug that had aided him the previous couple of days starting to wear off, his mind starting to clear, and panic beginning to set in.

“Stephanos?” he said. “Where are you?”

But Stephanos wasn’t there, He’d cut the string attached to Dorian’s ankle and pulled it with him as he retreated through the labyrinth.

The Minotaur reached out, enfolded Dorian into his arms, and carried him over to the pile of animal skins. Lowering the trembling young man onto the skins and stripping off his shorts, all that he was wearing, the Minotaur grasped Dorian’s wrists and pinned the young man’s arms over his head, as he settled in between Dorian’s thighs and, as the young man arched his head up and cried to the darkness in pain-passion, gave him the monster’s entire length and thickness of the cock again and again and again, fucking him hard, fast, deep, forever.

Like Spiros and Theo before him, Dorian never appeared above ground again.

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I was just 18, he was 55. His body was smooth everywhere and he was always very clean and neat looking.  He loved to eat ass and suck cock, he never fucked me with his cock but he gave great ass play with fingers and toys. 

He would start by eating my ass, slowly and very wet,  I would moan and hump my ass up and down, it turned me on to talk dirty and call my butt hole- pussy, cunt, boypussy, like “eat my pussy” as he licked me, then he would go to fingers and finger fuck me with 1 finger then add another after a while, then 3 fingers when I was relaxed . 

He had many different dildos and vibrators, he started out with a 5″ vibrator. A few months later he was using his 9″ black vibrator.   It always ended with a vibrator fucking my ass while he sucked my cock. I had very intense orgasms.

He never fucked me but he would find a top to fuck me while he watched. Some were guys he knew and some he found online, he would web cam  me laying on his bed face down naked, he would eat and play with my ass and invite guys to come fuck me . 

He knew what turned me on and would dress me in g strings, sexy jock straps and once crotchless nylons. He realized I was passive and loved to lay there and be used, sucking a guys cock never turned me on much but getting my mouth fucked was a turn on. I am a fem acting gay, slender and smooth with a 7″ cut cock. I loved being hard while playing so he would give me a hand job until I was rock hard then put a cock ring on me.

to be continued..

BRUCE CONTINUES TO TEACH AND SHOW YOUNG VIRGIN LEVI THE WAYS OF MAN SEX

At the end of chapter one, Levi, the young dude who experienced receiving his first blowjob in chapter one, had just finished climaxing at the end of chapter one. In a state of pure lustful bliss as he and Bruce kissed sharing Levi’s young sweet semen.

After about ten minutes in each other’s arms as they continued to lay on the mat with their naked bodies and warm flesh intertwined, Bruce asked: “Hey you horny 19-year-old dude, you’re on your way to no longer being an innocent virgin. How is the sex so far?”

“OMG SIR, this is heavenly. The way you sucked my cock had me seeing stars and the most awesome orgasms ever. Please show me what else can you do to me tonight. I’m already hard and horny again.”

“Well Levi, I’ve never been so turned on by any fucking guy before. There is something about your young handsome body, the smells and such powerful virile manly vigor and yea a huge amount of cum at your age has me wanting to fuck all night. You make me feel like I’m a teenager again. How about giving your first blowjob on a dude with me now?  You can suck my big 8-inch dick just like I sucked your 9-incher. Then I will eat your ass and let you feel how great it is to get your ass rimmed. Next I’ll ram my big cock very deep in that virgin man  pussy so you can feel how amazing it is to have a big cock pound that man cunt. How does that sound?”

Levi was so turned on that he grabbed his once again rock hard dick and jerked it several times and then said: “OH FUCK YEA, LETS DO IT. I’m so into you and hot man sex.”

I stood up on the mat, spread my legs wide exposing my warm crotch, balls and rock hard cock standing straight out toward Levi dripping precum as I had Levi go down on his knees facing my eager cock. He cautiously moved his watering young mouth near my pulsating dick. I grabbed hold of the back of his sexy head and pushed his mouth toward and onto my blood filled cock. I had him kiss my big mushroom cock head and told him to kiss it and then run his tongue all around that big head which he did with such eagerness that I almost came. He sucked  on that head getting more precum out of my wide open piss slit.I had instructed him: “OK Levi, go to work. Kiss, lick and suck for several minutes on my shinny cum covered large cock head. Then I want you to swallow my dick and suck me off just like I did your cock.”

Holy fuck yea, totally overcome with lust, Levi wasted no time as he kissed my cock over and over before he began to run his tongue all around my cock head for the longest time. Then he grabbed hold of the base of my swollen dick and with one slurp he swallowed my entire dick deep in his young throat . I continued to push hard on the back of his head to thrust his mouth deep on my manhood as I moaned with pure pleasure and lust for his mouth to drive my cock harder and harder deep. WOW what a grest first time cock sucker he was.

I let him use those lips to suck more precum out of my piss slit and swallow that protein. The young hormone driven sex teenager had fallen in love with eating cum. He wildly sucked  my cock for several minutes bringing me to the edge while his cock was rock hard bouncing up and down just above his big cum filled balls. As I came dangerously close to coming, I had him pull off my dick and get ready for the next act.

With Levi’s chin and lips wet from all that spit from giving me such a sloppy blowjob, I had him get back down on the mat on his back , spread those young sexy legs wide as I put two big towels under his butt lifting his ass entrance high in the air giving me a good position to began working on his ass. I spit all over that ass and balls until they were soaked with my salvia. I then kissed, sucked and licked on that man pussy and used my tongue to part that ass entrance. I felt his ass lisps pulsating on my tongue reminding me of how a fish out of water moves its mouth back and forth. Man how I wanted that pussy so bad. Levi was dizzy wiht lust and pleasure to receive his first rim job. He bucked and reeled all over that mat moaning and grunting like some wild animal. “OH DADDY, EAT MY ASS. OH THAT IS SO GOOD. DON’T STOP EATING ME OUT.” As he continued to talk dirty, he jerked his own cock wanting  to come again.

I then knew it was time to take care of that willing horny virgin ass. I retrieved a bottle of lube from my sports bag ( I had come prepared for such possible action). I soaked that young ass with the scented lube and my cock ready to insert  my hard leaking cock into that new fresh virgin ass. As I slowly placed my my stone hard dick int that virgin ass, I felt chills and shivers run up and down my spine realizing I was about to stick my experienced dick in that innocent virgin young pussy. WOW, what a  sensation to know you have the chance to be the first man cock to fuck that ass. I was delirious with lust to have that chance to fuck the hell out of that 19-year-old man pussy. 

Levi encouraged me as he said: “OH SIR, I’M READY FOR THAT COCK IN ME. OH HOW I’VE WANTED A MAN TO USE HIS COCK TO FUCK ME FOR MONTHS. GIVE IT TO ME. I’M READY FOR THAT MAN DICK NOW.”

That had me hornier than I had ever been and I had never been so eager to sick my dick in a man’s ass and pound the hell out of a man pussy. I pushed hard as I felt my blood filled dick break through that outer ass ring and was shocked when Levi’s ass opened up and took my entire tool without any resistance.

OMG as my cock slid deeper and deeper in that very wet silk like young pussy and once that golden pussy had swallowed my cock down to the base, I ran my tool all around and against those soft ass walls, drove it hard deep into that big prostate and felt Levi’s ass muscles close in on my cock shaft making my cock even harder and it seemed to grow beyond those 8-inches.

Levi bucked as I drove my cock deep as if it was a jackhammer tot he depth of his ass. We wildly thrust our bodies together and we moaned, groaned and cried out loud from the pure pleasure.

Finally, I felt my cum gather in my balls and then rush up my cock shaft giving me that usual amazing feeling all we guys have during a climax. I climaxed with a torrent of my seed deep in that young pussy while it set off Levi as he shot a  msassive load of his cum on his abs, stomach, chest, face and hair. When we both were spent, I pulled my softening  dick out of that fresh pussy and I went down on Levi’s body, licked up his cum and feed it to him. We kissed and shared that jizz.

We took a warm shower and got dressed. I gave Levi a big kiss as we left the club. Levi asked: “OH DADDY , can we become lovers and you fuck me at least twice a week?”

I hugged him again and said: “YES BABY, I WANT YOU.  You are as quick a learner at sex as you are at swimming lessons.”

It was a sunny Saturday in early spring—a day when Rick and I just had to get away from the routine. We drove to one of our favorite hiking spots, a remote area in the hills where we could relax and breathe again. The place was heavily wooded, with two or three small lakes and lots of great trails to explore. We parked the car, grabbed our lunches and backpacks, and headed into the woods.

It was wonderfully quiet. We saw and heard no one. We climbed a steep trail, then rested at the top. Rick found a good straight branch for a walking stick. I led the way down. Rick kept nudging and punching my back as we followed the narrow path.

“Hey, watch it!” I warned him. “What if I should slip and go over the edge?”

“Then I’d just have to rescue you in the nick of time!” he said, slapping my shoulder.

We crossed a dirt road and came to a grassy, open area. Rick was definitely in a playful mood. Every so often that branch would find its way between my legs as we walked. Once when we paused for a minute, it hit my crotch surprisingly hard.

“O.K., you asked for it!” I said.

I tackled him, then crawled on his back. He pushed up and tried to throw me off by flipping over. But my arms had locked around his waist. I held tightly as his back came crashing down on my stomach and chest. I jammed a hand between Rick’s legs. He let out a lusty shout as I put the squeeze on his nuts. My other hand unzipped his fly and pulled the jeans open. I shoved it inside his brief and attacked the long, rigid cock. I was getting him good, when we were both startled to hear laughter nearby.

I turned my head and saw two guys a few yards away, walking in our direction. They smiled and looked down at us. One of the hikers had jet black hair and a short beard. He looked to be about twenty-five. The other, a few years younger, was a blond. You couldn’t miss his snug, faded jeans: they pressed into his crotch, driving the balls apart and forward. His rod was also clearly outlined. It was a giant, and erect.

All this stunned me for an instant. I quickly pulled my hands away from Rick.

“Hey, don’t stop,” said the one with the black hair. “Let’s see you juice him!”

I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t sure what to do.

“Go ahead,” said the blond, smiling. “Unless you need some help:”

If they want to see something, I thought, then what the hell! I shoved my hand back inside Rick’s brief. The hikers laughed and threw down their backpacks. Rick tried to roll over and make a slick escape in front of our audience, but the blond guy straddled him and sat on his knees. As I continued to give Rick’s cock the business, the guy studied my friend’s sexy, white bikini. His fingers hooked on to a couple of belt loops and jerked Rick’s Levi’s down for a better view.

He liked what he saw. The smooth, cotton brief clung tight­ly to Rick’s swelling basket. It seemed to attract the guy’s hand like a magnet. He rubbed his fingers on the soft cloth, gently curving them around each of the large, firm balls. I felt Rick’s cock jump. The guy also couldn’t resist playing a little. He gradually pulled the nuts toward him, stretching the brief like a slingshot.

Rick grinned at him and said, “I’m gonna get you, man!”

The black-haired guy bent down near Rick’s face. “Want some help?” he asked Rick.

“What do you have in mind?” Rick responded.

“A whole new ball game!” he said wryly.

The hiker slid a hand between Rick and I and rammed it into my crotch. I yelled as put a crushing hold on my balls. There was nothing I could do. When I dropped my arms to the ground, Rick leaped up and knocked the blond on his butt.

Black Beard still had my balls and wasn’t going to give them up. So I rolled into him, jabbing away at his crotch. He finally broke the hold. I got him in a half-nelson, opened his fly with my free hand, and started squeezing the life out of his rod. The blond dude quickly learned that Rick was an accomplished wrestler. In a flash Rick had him on his stomach in a hammer­lock. Kneeling next to the guy, Rick pulled him over onto his side.

“Unbuckle your belt, hotshot!” ordered Rick, applying more pressure to the arm.

“O.K., O.K!” he said, wincing in pain.

“Now the jeans,” continued Rick.

The guy pulled down his zipper to reveal some prize-winning equipment.

“Hey, Scott!” Rick yelled to me. “You’ve gotta see this!”

But I couldn’t look. I was busy getting the best of Black Beard. I kept at his rod until his jockstrap was damp with drops of cum—and the rest of it was close behind.

“Time out!” he begged.

When I released him he turned and gave me a wide grin.

“You’re O.K.,” he said, zipping up his fly. “My name’s Paul, and that’s Kevin.”

I rubbed my crotch and chuckled, “You’re a beast, Paul!”

We laughed and crawled over to our buddies. Kevin’s jeans were at his knees, and he wasn’t wearing anything under them. Rick was right. The guy was something to behold. Kevin’s tool was a whopper. It even beat Rick’s in length. But it was also incredibly thick—at least twice as thick as mine. Paul and I sat back and enjoyed the free, front-row action. Rick still had Kevin hammerlocked. Rick’s other hand was having a blast wrestling Kevin’s enormous muscle. He worked Kevin into a real frenzy.

Paul bent down close to his friend and said, in an amusingly gruff voice, “How does it feel, boy!”

Kevin could only gasp. His face was lost in ecstasy. Rick released the hammerlock and pulled Kevin up onto his hands and knees. He dropped onto Kevin’s back, wrapped his arms around the guy’s waist, and seized his cock with both hands. We couldn’t see what Rick did next, but Kevin reacted with several yells of delight. Finally the giant let loose, shooting load after load of cum onto the young grass below him. Kevin squirmed in pleasure as my friend continued to pump him. When Rick freed the long rod at last, Kevin sat up on his knees and smiled.

“Gotcha!” said Rick, smiling back at him.

“See what happens when you don’t wear your jockstrap!” Paul joked.

After Kevin got himself back together, the four of us relaxed on the warm grass and talked for a while.

“Are you spending the weekend out here?” asked Paul.

“Just the day,” answered Rick.

“We have a cabin down the road,” said Paul. “Why don’t you guys join us tonight?”

“Sounds like a great idea,” I said.

The cabin was small and rustic, but adequate. It basically consisted of a single room dominated by a huge stone fireplace. The kitchen area was near the door. In the back were two large beds and a bathroom with shower. In the main room a couple of old sofas stood on a big, shaggy rug near the fireplace.

After dinner we all lounged on pillows in front of the fire, joking and sipping wine. Whether it was the wine, the roaring fire, the jokes, or all three, the cabin became very warm.

“The last guy to strip to his jock gets gang-raped!” kidded Paul.

We laughed, but almost immediately the race was on. Paul had first place, Rick was second, and I was third. Being without a jock, Kevin decided to play it safe and keep his jeans on. We kept taunting him about it. Finally he got up and did a little strip­tease for us. He was really pretty good, and funny. He danced around the room and onto a table, gyrating his hips and thrusting his half-open fly forward. He spread his legs and jacked off an invisible, two-foot-long cock. He reached a hand behind him, stuck it out under his crotch, and gave us the finger. At last Kevin peeled off his jeans. We clapped and whistled. For a finish, he bounded over to Paul and tied the jeans around Paul’s neck.

After the show we sprawled together, close to the fire and watched it slowly begin to die. Its glowing embers cast a flickering, orange tint throughout the cabin. We kidded Kevin again about the gang-rape. After all, he was already naked. We got him worried, but told him we’d forget the idea if he let each of us have a little time with his rod. So we took turns admiring and exploring Kevin’s ten-incher. It sure was a handsome hunk of flesh.

Soon our hands were roaming over other bodies as well. It was cool being sandwiched between Kevin and Paul. While Kevin massaged my thighs, my hand found Paul’s jock. My fingers pushed the cloth around his hard muscle and hugged it. I began to slide my hand along the smooth jockstrap from top to bottom, much to Paul’s delight. Sometimes I paused to work on his nuts.

Rick was kneeling next to Paul on his other side, naked. Paul had Rick’s cock in his fist and was slowly pulling and twisting it. Rick was really getting turned on. Paul kept it up, gradually in­creasing speed. Rick’s body stiffened. Paul finished the job by pulling Rick onto his stomach and rubbing the cock’s head across his chest. Rick cried out as his cock exploded. His hot juice shot down onto Paul, covering his chest. They both laughed while Paul dragged Rick’s rod all over him.

“What are you doing?” joked Rick. “Writing your name with it?”

Rick finally sank to the floor on his back, out of breath. Paul grabbed a towel and cleaned himself off. His cock had been stretching further in my hand as he worked on Rick. His jock­strap was moist and hot. I moved closer and pulled the tool out. My fingers caressed it. Paul’s bent knee rocked back and forth in satisfaction. I gave his rod a series of rapid jerks. He gasped. I waited, then jerked him again.

I could hear Paul breathing heavily through his opened mouth. The cock began to twitch nervously. Paul arched his back off the floor, straining in pleasure. I pulled his tool to the side and worked my fingers into its sensitive head. Suddenly the rod heaved. Then it began shooting. Countless streams of cum flew into the quiet darkness….

Kevin slid up near my crotch. I felt a friendly touch between my legs. His hands were inside my brief, each holding one of my balls. He held the hardening nuts for a long time, as if he were charging a battery. After a while I realized he was fingering them with almost no movement. It was a sensational feeling. In time his fingers found their way to the base of my rod and surrounded it. They began moving up the muscle so slowly that I was hardly aware of it. It felt like Kevin was slowly pulling my juice up drop by drop. My body rippled with anticipation. When his fingers got to the tip of the rod, they held it in a light but powerful grip.

The pleasure was unbearable. It seemed as though Kevin had crammed all my juice into the rod and wouldn’t let it burst out. The whole top-half of my rod tingled so much that I could no longer feel fingers on it. But Kevin was still crouched over me with his hands inside my brief. I couldn’t see what they were doing, but I’ll never forget how fantastic they made me feel!

My rod jumped, then began to jerk steadily. Kevin didn’t waver—he seemed to know exactly when it would explode. The pleasure continued to grow. My cock pushed against the brief time after time, trying to stand straight up. Each time, Kevin’s hands moved with it. Finally the tool pressed itself deeply into the brief, holding there as the juice bolted upward.

Cum shot out with terrific force. It covered Kevin’s fingers and hands. It poured into my brief. Kevin seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was—he didn’t free my cock until long after the last drop oozed out. I felt great and didn’t want to move. I just stayed on the floor, thinking about Kevin’s super hands.

After I took off my warm, wet brief, Rick put his arm around my shoulder. In the dim glow we could see Kevin get up and walk to the fireplace. Standing sideways, his immense rod was silhouetted against the fire. He rubbed something on his hands and took hold of his tool.

Six eyes riveted on Kevin. His hand began to cream its way slowly up and down the long, slippery tool. Kevin widened his stance. Amazingly, his shaft seemed to be getting even longer. Our own cocks were hard again—it was impossible to resist the scene taking place in front of us.

Kevin dropped to his knees. He held the base of the cock with both hands and started the huge tool swaying. Paul sat up on one knee, watching intently. Kevin held a hand out to the end of his rod and barely touched it with a finger. The rod twitched. He did it again and again, exciting the cock more each time.

We all gave up fighting our desire. Paul crawled over in front of Kevin. He looked down at Kevin’s giant tool and put his hands on his friend’s athletic thighs. He moved the hands along them as if the legs were mammoth cocks. Rick came up behind Kevin and began massaging his firm, round butt. I took Kevin’s rock hard nuts into my palm. Paul bent down and swallowed as much of the giant as he could. Kevin tilted his head back as his entire body drank in the pleasure.

Rick pushed his rod into Kevin’s crotch. Rick entered him slowly. Kevin braced himself. While the massive rod worked deeper and deeper into Kevin, I felt his nuts and shaft react with some forceful jerks. By the time Rick’s rod was fully inside him, Kevin was just about going crazy.

My free hand checked out Rick’s balls. They were solid and tense—primed with plenty of juice. I manhandled the nuts of both guys together. Spasms started to vibrate through Rick’s balls, building in strength. Paul’s tongue was driving Kevin’s cock wild. Suddenly Rick exploded. Kevin’s balls jumped up. The giant couldn’t take any more.

Kevin erupted in powerful thrusts that seemed to shake his whole body. Paul tried to drink in all of Kevin’s juice, but it was too much for him. When Paul backed off, streams of cum were still flying from the cock—flickering as they shot through the warm, amber air. It looked as though there would be no end to it. Even after Kevin’s juice ran out, the giant continued to leap up violently. At last Kevin sank into Paul’s arms and the two collapsed on the rug. Rick and I embraced as the coals faded into blackness.

In the morning Rick and I loaded our packs for the long walk back to the car. We didn’t want to leave Paul and Kevin behind, even though we had only known them a short time.

“What are you guys doing next weekend?” Paul asked us.

“We haven’t decided yet,” I said.

“How about hiking to a hot place in the woods?” asked Kevin.

“Where do you suggest?” replied Rick.

“Here, of course!” said Kevin, smiling. “Can you think of a hotter place?”

Rick looked down at Kevin’s bulging crotch and grinned. “No—this is as hot as it gets!”

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Driving home after an overnight stay with a friend, Phillip heard a warning on the radio about a traffic jam further along. Having a very good knowledge of the area he knew that if he exited the highway and drove through two small towns, he would be able to bypass the delay. After entering the first town, Phillip stopped at a red traffic light. As he waited for the light to turn green, he glanced down the road he was about to cross and observed an Adult World sign. Phillip had only ever visited one of their branches about six months before and it had been an unremarkable experience.

When the lights turned green, however, he had a raging hard-on. It was Saturday and as he had nothing planned for the day he turned at the following intersection and made his way back to the store. Fortunately, there was a parking very close to the entrance.

Upon entering the Adult World he saw a sign over a door at the back of the store with the word ‘Cinema’ written on it, as he had formerly encountered.

After a short perusal at all their toys, DVD’s, and magazines on offer, he approached the counter and paid his entrance fee before making his way to the cinema door. Following a buzzing sound as he remembered, the door opened. Phillip then entered a passage that went in both directions and decided to first turn left.

Firstly, he encountered a viewing room with a large television screen playing a straight porn movie. The seating in the room amused him, because it looked like the pews one would find in a church. There were several of these, one behind the other, with two aisles on either side.

Phillip then decided to check out the other side of the passage. There were four small cubicles, each with a chair and a small television. The fifth cubicle was larger and apart from a chair and television, also had a bunk to the left with a plastic covered mattress. The place, however, was entirely empty and Phillip feared that he had wasted his money.

Next, he returned to the viewing room and made his way up the far aisle where he sat down in the last row. By now, his eyes had finally adapted to the dim illumination, which only came from the television screen. The movie that was playing was actually quite hot. Two well-endowed hunky guys were fucking a bimbo from both ends. After several minutes Phillip heard the buzzer to this section sounding.

After a few seconds, Phillip observed a large bald black man standing at the entrance to the room, only wearing a tank top and gym shorts. Presently, the guy began to alternate his gaze from the television to Phillip. A couple of minutes later, the man made his way to the opposite aisle and headed in Phillip’s direction. After arriving next to Phillip, the man then stood with his back to the wall observing the screen. Phillip instantly became aware of the guys potent body odour. It wasn’t a disgusting smell, but there was no doubt that a shower was overdue. A minute or two later, Phillip observed the guy sliding his left hand into his shorts.

Next, the man pushed his shorts and underpants down to below his balls. Phillip’s heart almost stopped as he observed the huge uncut tube of black meat next to him. Flaccid, the knob was a show stopper and Phillip wondered what it would look like when erect.

Zeke (Ezekiel’s nickname as Phillip would soon find out), then began to stroke the top of his dick with the palm of his hand. To Phillip’s amazement, the knob got even bigger and as it began to lift to a forty-five degree angle seemed to be a foot long. Zeke now let his cock rest in the palm of his hand before he began proudly bouncing his dick in his hand.

The long elongated head of Ezekiel’s knob was clearly discernible under its hood, which had an ample snout that extended beyond the tip. Zeke then slowly began to turn his body towards Phillip and shortly, Phillips face was inches away from the black mamba. After moving in closer, Zeke now commenced running his cock up and down Phillip’s profile.

The silky feel of the dick and the wonderful smell of his male crotch almost had Phillip pissing in his pants with excitement. Then, after placing his left hand on Phillip’s head, Zeke turned Phillip’s head to face him. Mesmerized, Phillip saw the puckered snout moved towards his lips.

As contact was made, Zeke pushed his right hand further up his dick securing the snout on Phillip’s mouth.

“Push your tongue in my hood,” Phillip heard from above and complied. As his tongue entered the rumpled mass of foreskin Phillip could taste the salty tang of pre-cum. He began to run his tongue around the elongated knob-head savouring the flavour of Zeke’s foreskin. As sounds of approval rumbled from above, a minute or so later another command was issued, as Zeke moved slightly backward.

“Now, open up for your mouth for me,” Zeke, next suggested to Phillip.

Phillip watched intently as Zeke began to withdraw the folds of his snout before a dusky pink head began to emerge. Once the entire foreskin had creased behind the ridge of Zeke’ cock-head, he moved forward again and placed the head of his knob on Phillip’s tongue. With both his hands now securing Phillip’s head, Zeke pushed his dick ever forward as saliva began to accumulate in Zeke’s mouth.

Zeke then commenced a steady to and fro action as he leisurely skull-fucked Phillip. It was clear to Phillip that he would never be able to take Zeke’s entire dick all the way down his throat as it was simply too big. Zeke was determined to excavate Phillip’s cavity to the limit and when his cock-head began massaging the back of Phillip’s throat, the girth of Zeke’s shaft became the final obstacle. After Phillip had gagged twice, Zeke decided to give him a break.

As he slowly withdrew his knob from Phillip’s mouth he said, “I hope your other hole is more accommodating.”

Zeke then pulled his shorts and underpants up over his crotch, before bending over and securing Phillip’s right wrist in his left hand.

“Come,” he said, and within a minute the two guys entered the last, larger cubicle. After the door was bolted, Zeke issued another instruction; “Let’s get naked.”

As they were placing their clothing at the end of the bunk, Zeke spoke again, “I didn’t shower after gym this morning. Can you handle the pong?”

“Sure, no problem,” Phillip answered.

Letting out a low rumbling laugh, Zeke placed his arms around Phillip and clamped onto his butt cheeks. With his hands on Zeke’s shoulders their mouths began to meld. In the confined space they now found themselves in, the odour from Zeke’s body also intensified substantially. As they kissed, Phillip found himself becoming more and more turned-on by the hum that hung over them.

Phillip’s manhole then also came under an ever escalating attack from Zeke’s right middle finger. Stimulating as Phillip found their lustful dance, there was, nonetheless, a worry in the back of his mind about the size of Zeke’s snake.

After several minutes, the moment of truth arrived when Zeke announced that he wanted to fuck Phillip’s hole. Nervously, Phillip turned and presented his butt for a banging.

“Just relax boy, you will love my mamba once we get going,” Zeke stated.

As the Phillip’s ‘ordeal’ began, he thought that his arse was about to explode. As he groaned and moaned he was firmly held by Zeke’s strong hands. Every agonising inch felt like an eternity as Zeke speared more and more of his knob into Phillip’s pucker. When the pain began to subside, it and was replaced by the promise of pleasure that Zeke prophesised. Once Zeke could sense Phillip calming down, he started to pick up his pace.

As Zeke got into a steady rhythm Phillip pushed his hand between his legs and cupped Zeke’s magnificently heavy balls. He couldn’t believe how silky and full they felt. A wave of pleasure now completely overwhelmed Phillip.

Phillip couldn’t believe that here in this dingy establishment, he was getting the best fucking of his life by a world class alpha stud. The ecstasy just seemed to grow and grow. The smell and groans from above him and the tingling of his distended manhole, all washed over him in waves of sensuality. He prayed that Zeke would take his time and his wish came true, because Zeke was in no hurry at all.

Zeke next lifted Phillip’s right leg onto the bunk, to give him a better upward thrusting angle before the left leg followed. With both Phillip knees placed wide apart on the bunk, Zeke was now able to narrow his stance, before enabling him to spear into Phillip more powerfully.

Not long after that, Phillip felt his body being manipulated onto his back.

‘Jesus,’ he thought, ‘how the fuck am I going to cope?’

“Hold your legs back for me,” Zeke then barked at him.

With Zeke’s outstretched arms on either side of Phillip’s torso, Zeke now began pummelling Phillip’s butt. Phillip grunted as Zeke persisted with his jackhammering but no mercy was shown. This new onslaught, however, stimulated Phillip incredibly and soon he felt his balls begin to churn. Without touching himself, wads of cum exploded from his cock all over his stomach. Not far behind, Zeke quickly withdrew from Phillip’s backside before another deluge of spunk sprayed all over Phillip.

After a short while, when their breathing began to return to normal, Zeke scooped up all the jizz off Phillip’s body before serving Phillip the fruits of their combined labours.

Once they finally arrived outside they stood and chatted at Phillip’s vehicle.

Zeke’s apartment was only a mile away and Phillip offered him a ride home. When they arrived at Zeke’s place, Zeke invited Phillip in for a drink.

Phillip did not return home later that day, and only did so late the following afternoon.

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“Okay, cut!” I call out. “How’d that look?” I ask Daniel, my cameraman.

“Like a cock fucking an ass,” he replies, almost sounding bored. “C’mon, Sam. We’ve gotten this shot seven times already. We need to break for lunch anyway.”

Rolling my eyes, I take a look at the footage myself. Nodding in approval, I direct my attention to the studio. “That’s a wrap for lunch, everybody! You have half an hour!”

The crew rejoices at the notice of a break and head over to the craft table. While they’re all off feeding themselves, I take the extra time alone to go over what we’ve managed to get so far. A few closeups, some long takes, lots of expletives and moaning, the works. There will be plenty for the editors to work on later.

Stretching my arms above my head, I follow everyone’s lead and meager my way over for lunch. Thanks to the catering company we hired for the week, there’s plenty of options. Spying a single panko crusted chicken breast, I reach out for it, only to have it snatched away right before my very eyes.

Looking at the chicken thief in question, I suppress a groan at who I see. “Snooze you lose, Sam,” Vince says with a wink, adding the breast to his already filled to the brim plate and moving down the table.

Realizing he’s not worth the fight, I grab some pasta and a bit of salad instead before returning to my director’s chair. An echo of laughter meets my ears and I look over at the source, finding Vince at the center of it. It’s amazing how someone can have so much confidence despite the fact they’re wearing nothing but an open bathrobe.

Yeah, I’m a porn director. I’m not sure how I got here myself, but I guess film school can take you a lot of places. I’m 34 now, but I’ve been in this field for the better part of five years. After a series of failed job interviews and minimum wage jobs that were going nowhere fast, Daniel, who was actually an underclassman of mine at school, called me up.

He said the company he worked for was looking for some assistants. Seeing an opportunity, I jumped blindly. Little did I know was that I dove into the shallow end of a pool filled with lube and dildos. After a couple years of grunt work, I was given the offer of acting as a director’s assistant, before I finally got the chance to direct my own porn movie.

Now, Steel Rods 3 wasn’t exactly highbrow content, but it was mine, and it planted my feet in the ground of the porn industry. It even allowed me to open my own porn company a couple years back and things have been great ever since. Aphro Studios is my baby, my sex-crazed, condom-filled, cum-stained baby.

Taking a bite of my pasta, the laughter hits my ears again and I look over, finding Vince with one of the crew members in a headlock, Vince’s dick swinging with every motion. I roll my eyes and try to not let the noise distract me as I think over what the rest of the afternoon will be like.

In case you haven’t been able to tell, Vince is the star of the movie we’re filming: My Secret Desire. Vince’s full name is Vincent Masters, but he always tells people to call him Vince because, in his own words, ‘Vince is all you’ll manage to say before you get a face full of cock.’ Gag.

He’s been in the game for about eight years now, having been growing in popularity ever since. He’s even won performer of the year the last two years in a row at the Gay Adult Film Awards (there’s an award show for everything nowadays, isn’t there?). But ever since I started working with him last year, he’s been nothing but a pain in my ass.

Vince has a penchant for turning every situation, regardless of the severity, into a chance to make a joke or poke fun at something or someone. Not to mention he’s extremely overconfident, verging on cocky, and always has to have the last word. And yet somehow, people still flock to him.

Could be the movie star smile that’s always plastered on his face, the chiseled jaw constantly accented with a 5 o’clock shadow, the perfectly toned and muscled body from hours and hours at the gym and constant aerobic sexercise, or maybe there’s just a thing he has that I can’t figure out.

If Vince weren’t such a perfect actor for my movies, I’d never work with him again. He always seems to have some sort of reason for screwing around or messing around with me and it pisses me off at the best of times, infuriates me at the worst. Been like that since the day I met him.

Tossing my plate into a nearby trash can, I move over to the wall of monitors and review the footage we’ve gotten in the day so far. I’m so distracted, I don’t notice somebody walking up behind me. “Damn, you made by dick look bigger than it already is.”

The sudden voice causes me to jump, and I barely manage to catch myself before I tumble into the monitors. Reeling over my shoulder, I find Vince snickering to himself. “Guess I have that kind of effect on you, huh Sam?”

Hardening my gaze, I do my best to look intimidating to him, despite the fact that I’m a couple inches shorter than him. “Do you have any idea how much it would have cost to replace these monitors if you scared me into them? Even more than you’re earning for this film.”

“Oh, lighten up, it’s just a bit of fun.” He gives me a wink before making a show of closing and tightening his robe. “And good choice with the chicken breast. Really hit the spot.”

He walks over to where the other actors are milling around, leaving me seething. “Hurricane Vince strike again?” Daniel asks, polishing off a donut.

“I can’t stand him.”

“You make that very clear every day.”

“How does he not make you want to kick him in the shin?”

Daniel shrugs and claps the powdered sugar off his hands. “He’s pretty decent around me and the rest of the crew. He’s funny as all hell too, plus the other actors love working with him.”

Looking at the other actors in question, I see them being extra touchy-feely with Vince, one of them even batting his eyelashes a bit as he stares. “I think they more love performing with him,” I say, unimpressed.

“Anyway, he’s not as bad as you think he is. Maybe the fact that you only ever see him doing what he does best is clouding your judgment.”

“Or maybe he’s an entitled prick who takes what he wants and doesn’t face any repercussions for it? Maybe it’s because he’s been a thorn in my side ever since I started working with him? It could even be how he takes every chance to try and annoy and flirt with me despite the fact that I’ve told him time and time again I have the power to fire him?”

“Okay, you and I both know you’d never fire him. He’s too good to replace, so he knows you’re making an empty threat. Vince likes a challenge. You could have decided at some point that you’re his next one.”

Glancing back over to where Vince is, I see him looking directly at me, an easy smirk on his face. He gives me a quick wink that does more to my pants than I would like to admit. I bring my hand to my mouth and whistle across the studio. “Lunch is done in two minutes! Everyone who’s done, get back to where you’re supposed to be!”

Daniel and I move back to the camera and my chair respectively. Looking at the monitors one more time, I turn back to look at the set, only to find a naked torso blocking my field of vision. “Ready when you are, Sam,” Vince says, naked as the day he was born.

I give him a slow gaze from head to toe, silently hating that I do find him as attractive as everyone else does. “Vince, the set is fifteen feet behind you,” I tell him. “Your dick in my face is making things difficult for me.”

“Funny, I heard the same thing last weekend from one of my hookups.”

He chuckles to himself before turning toward where he’s actually supposed to be, his butt flexing with every step he takes. “You’re staring, dumbass,” Daniel says.

Snapping back to reality, I shake my head out and return to work. This is going to be a long day.

—————-

Placing the dumbbell back on the rack, I take a seat on one of the open benches and wipe the sweat from my face. I’m glad we managed to wrap filming a couple days ago, so my job is now done. All I need to do is wait for the editors to do their thing and makes some adjustments with them, but the hard part is done.

But for me, work is never done. Even with this movie just about wrapped, I’m thinking about the next two or three films I want to make. And unfortunately, I can see Vince acting in all of them. Sighing to myself, I hop up from my bench and move over to one of the open bench presses across the room.

The gym is, surprisingly enough, one of the few places I use in order to get inspired for my movies. Not necessarily because I get to see a wide variety of guys and potentially erotic situations, but more that the burn of a workout makes my brain go into overdrive and gives me tons of new ideas to work with. Plus, I’m able to be by myself and not have to worry about anything or anyone.

Cracking my neck, I fall back onto the bench and get my reps, enjoying the strain of lifting the bar. With a final push, I set it back, and give myself a moment to catch my breath. Opening my eyes once again, I find my field of view has been blocked by a pair of compression shorts covered legs, along with a very full mound in the front.

I manage to suppress the groan that nearly bubbles up from my throat and a familiar smirk catches my attention. “Fancy seeing you here, Sam,” Vince says.

I sigh to myself as I scoot forward slightly in order to sit up and look at Vince. The compression shorts he’s wearing are even shorter than I thought they were, not even making it halfway down his thighs, and the tank tops he’s sporting lives absolutely zero to the imagination. Chest, abs, obliques, traps, and, of course, nipples. “Hello, Vince,” I say, managing to look him in the eye.

“Never thought I’d see you in the gym.”

“I work out several times a week, thank you very much.”

He rolls his eyes slightly. “I meant I never thought I’d see you at this gym.”

“I’ve been a member here for years now. I’m the one who’s never seen you here.”

He shrugs slightly. “Yeah, the gym I usually go to is closed for renovations, so I had to find a new one. So, I chose this one and…here you are.”

Lucky me. “Good for you. Enjoy your workout.”

Standing up, I grab my towel and start for the locker room. “Oh, c’mon, Sam,” Vince says behind me. “I know you still have a couple sets of benches left. Don’t let me scare you off.”

Turning back, I see him propped up against the bar, almost taunting me. “You didn’t scare me off.”

Yeah, great comeback, Sam. “Then come back here and finish,” he tells me. “I’ll spot you so you can really push yourself.”

Damn my commitment to trying to be fit. Resigning myself, I go back to the bench and watch as Vince adds more weight to the bar, his muscles flexing with every movement. I find I’m not the only one staring. Several guys around us are watching with both envy and lust at seeing Vince do such an innocuous action.

Finishing setting up the bar, Vince gestures for me to hop on the bench. Taking my rightful place, I grab the bar and try to look anyway but Vince’s crotch. “Ready?” he asks.

Nodding, he helps me lift the bar and I start pushing. The increased weight is definitely a challenge for me, but I won’t give Vince the satisfaction of seeing me tap out. “C’mon, Sam,” Vince quietly says. “Really push it. Give me more.” Does he have to make it sound so sexual? My arms burning, I push through the last few reps. “So close…”

With a final press, Vince helps me set the bar back onto the stand and I let my arms fall to my sides, my chest heaving from the effort. “Nice one, Sam,” Vince says, winking down at me.

My chest tightening a moment, I sit up to try and hide the fact that my shorts are snugger than a moment ago. “I’m going to hit the showers,” I say, trying to escape with my dignity still intact.

“I’m heading for the locker room too,” Vince follows up. “I finished my workout just before I saw you.”

Resigning myself to the fact, I head for the locker room with Vince right behind me. Finding my locker, I pop open my locker and pull my shirt over my head. And just my continued luck, Vince opens the locker across from my own. “Any plans after this?” Vince asks me, throwing his tank top into his locker.

“I need to start working on my next idea for a movie. I have some stirring, but I need to get them on paper and see if they come together.”

“Sounds hot. Need any potential actors for it?”

Looking over, I see him standing in nothing but a jockstrap, the bands perfectly surrounding the large mounds of his butt. “I haven’t gotten that far,” I say, looking away and stripping to my own briefs. “We’ll see.”

“Cute undies, by the way.”

Looking down, I realize I blindly slipped on my neon blue briefs before coming here. I’m just glad I’m covered in both the front and back and am happy this pair makes my butt look good. “Thanks. Nice…nothing.”

Yup. He’s naked. I know it’s a locker room, but seeing him naked next to me almost seems obscene. He chuckles and seems to revel in his nudity. “I aim to please.”

He gives his hips a little shake, his dick and butt giving me a show. Biting the inside of my mouth, I pull down my underwear and grab my towel and soap. I tie the towel around my waist and head for the showers, hoping the swelling in my dick will go down some.

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I watch as Sam heads over to the showers, staring at his cute little butt wrapped in a towel. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him wear so little and I love the effect it has on me. Shaking the nerves out of my hands, I grab my own towel and throw it over my shoulders along with my own soap and follow him.

As I walk through the locker room, I feel sets of eyes on me. Every part of me wants to just wrap this towel around my waist and hide from embarrassment, but Vincent Masters doesn’t get embarrassed from nudity. He loves the attention he gets and is more than happy to give a guy a hard on.

However, Luke Ellison would love to throw on his stupid skimpy clothes and run out of here with his tail between his legs. Yeah, Vincent Masters is just a character I play for my roles. The cocky attitude, the confidence, the cheesy lines, it’s all Vince and I hate every bit of it. But what I hate most is that Sam only knows me as Vince, not at Luke.

Sam has been an untouchable object of my desires ever since I first met him a few years ago. He likes to keep to himself and has a determination and passion in him that really draws me to him. It’s the reason I wanted to audition for his company. He actually cares about the content he makes instead of just making the generic, wham-bam-thank you man bullshit I’d done before I joined Aphro.

Not to mention he’s a stunning man. Absolutely flawless skin that’s a touch golden from all of our outdoor shoots, bright green eyes that shine whenever he’s working, a tight and toned body cut from hours of working out, and a smile that makes my knees go weak (though I never get to see it when I’m close to him).

I know I piss him off. Hell, I’d be pissed off too if I met Vince. But I need to keep up appearances for my work, as much as it pains me to do so. Sighing to myself, I glance down one of the rows of lockers and see a young guy, barely over 20, smirking at me and giving me a bit of a show as he strips down.

He’s a cute guy, and he’ll definitely break a heart or two, but he’s not for me. I give him a wink à la Vince, watching as his face fills like red, before continuing to the communal showers. For once, the showers are mostly empty, save for a single showerhead running in the far corner.

Sam wets himself under the spray of water, trickles of it running over every inch. My eyes immediately go to his bare butt, the muscles high and tight but still perfectly round, and I bite my lip to keep from groaning. I place Vince’s smile on my face before walking over to the shower next to him and turning it on.

Hooking my towel on a spare hook, I follow Sam’s suit and step under my showerhead. “There are plenty of other showerheads in here,” Sam says, running his bar of soap between his hands. “You could have picked any other one in here.”

“I know. But I like having a shower buddy.” Sam rolls his eyes and turns himself away from me slightly, the action hurting more than I would like it to. “How’d the footage turn out?”

“We have plenty to work with, so I’m thankful for that. It should be ready for distribution by next month, save for any reshoots.”

“Sweet. And my stuff?”

“Fine as always. Nothing to comment on. Just keep doing the sex thing you always do.”

He takes his bar of soap and starts rubbing himself down. “C’mon, Sam,” I say. “Tell me what you actually think of my performance. I mean, I hear it from boys all the time, but not you.”

Barf. It feels like every Vince line is worse than the one before. Sam looks up at me, his gaze hard and unimpressed. “What you want me to say, Vince? ‘Oh wow, you did a great job fucking ass.’ ‘The shots of your hard body look amazing.’ ‘You make me want to lick you from head to toe.’ Stupid bullshit like that?”

That last line fills my stomach with butterflies. “Well…” I say, feeling a bit sheepish.

“Well too bad. So, you can find some other guy to fawn over you and you can be the man whore you want to be with him.”

He turns to get back to what he’s doing, but I grab him by the shoulders and face him toward me. “You don’t get to call me a whore,” I say to him, my voice low and emotions betraying me. “I may act like one in my movies, but just because I do porn does not get to give you the right to call me that.

“I hate acting this way just as much as you hate seeing me act this way. You don’t know me, so you have no right to say that about me. Got it?”

Sam gazes up at me with wide eyes and I realize my fuck up. Luke came out right there. I slowly release Sam’s shoulder and hear something hit the floor. Looking down, I see Sam’s bar of soap on the shower floor sliding away. Taking the chance to try and remedy the situation, I bend down to grab the bar.

I turn back around still squatting. “Look, I’m sorry I- “

My voice cuts off as I see Sam’s fully erect dick standing in front of my face. It looks absolutely perfect and my mouth waters as I see it bob from his racing heartrate. Looking up, Sam’s face is flushed as he tries to cover himself. “I uh…” he stammers.

He quickly grabs his towel and the bar of soap from my hand and rushes out of the shower, leaving me gaping on the shower room floor. I grab my own now-hard cock, feeling a steady stream of precum dripping from the head. “Fuck…”

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I want to die… I bury my face in my pillow like some prepubescent kid and try to push away the embarrassment. I got hard in Vince’s face. Fully and completely aroused. I just couldn’t help it. The shock of his reaction to what I said threw me into a daze and I couldn’t help but stare at Vince’s soaking wet body.

And when he bent down to grab my soap, it was porn 101. The muscles of his butt and perfectly smooth crack and bright pink hole sent a shock right down to my cock and there was nothing I could do to stop it coming. So, I ran out of there as fast as I could, thankful I didn’t see Vince as I was leaving.

What Vince said in the showers is still ringing in my head. He hates the way he acts? What does that even mean? Grabbing my phone, I open Instagram and go to Vince’s personal account.

Hundreds of photos sit on his profile, along with several hundred thousand followers. Most of the photos are from modeling shoots he’s done, but a few scattered throughout really grab my attention. They’re more personal than the others I see, more laid back and less polished.

One is a candid photo of Vince volunteering at an animal shelter, his smile bright as he helps several dogs, and another a selfie of him at home, sick as a dog but still looking handsome. It shows a human side to him that I can’t say I’ve ever seen in person.

Setting my phone down, a knock at my apartment door rouses me from my bed. Trudging to it, I pull it open and find Vince standing on the other side, dressed conservatively in a sweatshirt and shorts. The first thing I notice is that his usual smirk is gone from his face and he seems almost nervous.

I notice my silence and meet his gaze. “Vince, what are you doing here? And how’d you find out where I live?”

“I texted Daniel and told him I needed to talk to you. He gave me your address.”

Need to remind myself to talk to Daniel about my privacy. Stepping back, I gesture Vince into my apartment and shut the door behind me. “Well, you’re here,” I say. “Feel free to say what’s on your mind.”

Vince scratches the back of his head. “I’m sorry for how I acted in the shower,” he says. “I got upset and lashed out at you. It wasn’t fair to put you in a situation like that and I’m sorry for that. That’s all I wanted to say. I’ll get out of your hair.”

He steps past me for the door, and my hand grabs his out of instinct. “I’m sorry too,” I say. “I’m sorry for calling you a whore. You were right. I don’t know you and I didn’t have the right to say what I did. And I’m sorry for always being so short with you. I just…”

My lips press into a line as I give myself a moment to collect myself. “I don’t know what to do with myself whenever you’re around…” I say as I look to the floor.

The air thickens between us as we stay silent. My face burns with embarrassment as I do my best to not look at Vince as he steps closer to me, his hand still held in mine. “Sam, I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself in five seconds,” he says. “You need to tell me if you want me to stay or leave.”

I pull my head up enough to look at Vince. His eyes are glossed over, color high in his cheeks, as deep steady breaths escape him and a few droplets of sweat have broken out on his forehead. I gulp whatever ball has formed in my throat. “Sam?” he quietly says, his voice thick and rich.

It sends a shockwave right down to my balls and my breath catches as the dam finally breaks. “Fuck it…”

Grabbing him by the sweatshirt, I pull him to my lips and meet him in the most searing kiss I’d ever felt in my life. He meets my action by pulling my close and closing me in his arms. My tongue clashes with his in a fevered dance, the moans escaping the both of us erotic and needy, the desire I’d been keeping down for so long pouring out of me.

Vince’s fingers dig into my back through my shift, his touch breaking my skin into goosebumps. Mirroring him, I feel the rock-hard muscles of his large back, loving every inch of it through his sweatshirt and feeling the strength he holds. My knees feel weak, but the grip he has on me keeps me firmly locked in place.

Just as suddenly as it started, Vince pulls away from me, leaving a few strands of saliva connecting our mouths. His face is fully flushed now, his breath hard and heavy. He grabs his sweatshirt collar and in one swift motion, rips it over his head and throws it to the ground.

He’s not wearing a shirt underneath, revealing his amazingly cut and bulging torso, not one muscle out of place. Covered in a light layer of hair, pecs large and round, washboard stomach hard and defined, he looks like he’s been ripped from a piece of art. He licks his lips and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Bedroom. Now.”

—————-

Holy. Fuck. This is actually happening, right? I didn’t slip in the shower and knock myself out? I bite the inside of my cheek to make sure, thankful to find Sam still standing in front of me, pulling his own shirt off and tossing it aside. My breath catches in my throat as I take my time looking at the stunning man before me.

While he’s smaller than me, he’s no less fit. A swimmer’s build with broad shoulders, a strong and smooth chest, complete with a faint six pack and a small trail of hair leaving from his naval down, he makes my mouth water without even trying. “First door on the left…” he says, his eyes challenging me.

He asked for this… I charge toward Sam and tackle him into another crushing kiss, lifting him up and groaning as he wraps his legs around my back and I carry him toward the bedroom. Kicking the door open, I find Sam’s bed and allow us to collapse onto it. Sam fits perfectly underneath me as our mouths melt together and our waists meet.

I reach down and grab at the mound in his pants. He’s as hard as I feel and a touch of wetness leaks through the fabric. “Need this dick,” I say, sliding down and pulling his pants down with me. Sam’s cock slaps against his stomach, freed from the confines of his pants, and I take in the sight before me.

I’ve had a lot of sex thanks to my movies, but nothing compares to seeing Sam in this moment. Hard, hot, sweaty, and heaving, he looks absolutely stunning and I feel myself leak just by seeing him. “You look amazing,” I whisper, grabbing at the base of his cock.

He twitches at my touch, a drop of precum leaking out the top of his cut dick. “Vince, please…” he begs, his voice music to my ears.

He doesn’t need to tell me twice. My tongue touches his head, circling around it as I taste his precum. The salty sweet flavor is absolutely delicious and I feel myself needing more. Opening wide, I take Sam’s cock straight down to the root, smiling as I feel Sam lurch off the bed and twitch in my throat.

It takes me a moment to get acclimated to him, but soon enough I pull off him to the head before swallowing him whole again. The feeling of him in my mouth has me humping the bed, unable to hold myself back as my own cock screams for attention.

As I enjoy Sam’s cock, I don’t notice him spin himself around so his head is at my waist. I feel his hands try to pull down my own pants, though he has some trouble. “You could have just asked,” I say, pulling his cock out of my mouth and helping pull off my sweats.

“Shut up,” he says as he grabs my own cock and swallows it.

Fuck! God, he feels so fucking good. I’m not small, so feeling Sam take me in one gulp has me seeing stars. Not wanting to finish first, I match him and take him again, relishing in our sixty-nine. The sounds of sucking and slurping gets me even hotter than I already am, and I can feel cum churning in my balls.

Looking down, I watch silently as Sam enjoys himself on my cock, his face pure bliss as he savors my head. Opening his eyes, he meets me and we watch each other as we suck each other off. Fuck, he looks so beautiful. I could watch him like this all day.

I pull myself out of Sam’s mouth, feeling myself getting far too close. I finish pulling off my pants and grab Sam for another burning kiss, the taste of our precum mixing together in our mouths. “Vince, I…” he starts.

“I know, baby. I want to enjoy this too…”

He reaches over to his nightstand, producing a condom and bottle of lube and he hands both to me. “Just…go slow,” he says. “I haven’t done it in a while…”

He pulls his legs up, exposing his hole to me and causing my chest to swell. A perfect pink hole sits in front of me, winking ever so slightly at me. I dive down before I can stop myself, my tongue meeting his hole and his taste filling my mouth.

He tastes so fucking good, a mixture of sweat and soap. This is Sam’s taste, a taste I’ve wanted for so long. I take my time licking every inch, licking, biting, and kissing Sam’s most private area. All the while, Sam is leaking like a faucet and moaning up a storm, encouraging me to keep going.

I grab the bottle of lube and pop the cap off, drizzling a generous amount into my hand. As Sam pants with his arm over his face, I reach behind myself and lube up my own hole. I relax myself, preparing and opening my hole for Sam, shaking as I realize what’s coming.

Grabbing the condom, I rip it out of the package and grab Sam’s cock, applying it like a pro. “W-What’re you doing?” Sam asks, his eyes wide.

“Giving you what you really deserve…”

I push his legs down and straddle his hips, feeling his cock slide against my crack as I settle myself on him. “B-But- “ he stammers.

“Guess we all have surprises sometimes.”

Taking his cock in my hand, I lead it to my hole, feeling a spark as his head makes contact with my hole. Taking a breath, I allow myself to sit on Sam’s cock, feeling it enter me slowly. Inch by inch, I take Sam’s cock deep inside me, burning as he goes but I’m not stopping until I have all of him inside me.

After what feels like forever, I finally make contact with Sam’s waist, his whole cock inside me twitching. It’s been so long that I’ve had a cock inside me that I’d nearly forgotten what it was like, and I absolutely love it. Looking down, I see Sam is in the same state of euphoria as me.

He reaches up and takes my cock in his hand, the sensation causing me to squirm and Sam’s cock to slide out a touch. Before moving right back in me. “I don’t know how long I’ll last,” I tell him.

“Then let’s make it count.”

He thrusts up, driving his cock even deeper inside me and making me scream in pleasure. His cock rubs right up against my prostate, making me leak all over his hand as he slides it up and down my own hard dick. Not wanting him to get the best of me, I slide off Sam’s cock and push it back in me, fucking myself on the man underneath me.

The bed squeaks underneath us as we fuck, sweat and precum dripping all over us. Sam runs his hands over my body, his touch making me fuck myself even harder. His thrusts meet my own and we slap against each other, a rhythmic sound that only makes the room hotter for the both of us.

I bend myself over and press my chest to his, welcoming his tongue as it reenters my mouth. My cock slides between our bodies, our sweat making it slick and making me leak even more. Jesus, I haven’t felt this good in God knows how long.

As I continue to thrust, the familiar building starts in my balls and I pull away a bit. “I’m close,” I tell Sam.

“I am too. I want to cum with you…”

I grab his face for one more kiss and really drive him deep inside me. Sam matches me and fucks me for all he’s worth, his balls slapping mine and making me whimper. “C’mon, baby. Cum inside me. I want to feel you. Do it. Fuck your load right into me.”

Sam pushes himself as far as he’ll go, fucking like a man possessed. “I’m cumming!”

With a final jab, I feel Sam’s cock swell inside me as he releases his load, filling the condom and shaking underneath me. Seeing his face sends me over the edge too and I shoot over both of us, shot after shot of cum splashing between us as I shake through my climax.

I collapse onto Sam, my heart beating a mile a minute and my breath hot and heavy. Sam hugs himself against me, his mouth finding mine as we lazily kiss while coming down from our high. We stay that for I don’t know how long. I moan as his cock pops out of me, the condom barely hanging on and filled with Sam’s cum.

Rolling myself off of Sam, we both stare at the ceiling and wipe the sweat from our faces. “That was…” he says.

“Amazing,” I cut off. “Absolutely amazing. One of the best fucks I’ve ever had…”

Sam chuckles a bit. “I was going to say hot, but all that works too.” He looks over at me, a small smile on his lips. “I’m glad you stopped by, Vince.”

I look over at him, his relaxed gaze bringing a smile to my own face. “My name isn’t Vince. It’s Luke. Luke Ellison.”

A look of surprise passes his face for a moment before the smile returns. “Well, Luke. How about round two?”

I laugh out loud, knowing I’ve unleashed a beast upon me. “For sure. But how about we rest for a bit? You fucked the life out of me…”

He scoots over and rests his head on my shoulder and I wrap my arm around him out of instinct. “That works too.”

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The first time i saw a mans penis was when I was nine years old.  I was working with my uncle tearing down wallpaper with a steamer. When we finished my uncle said l’m going to the basement to take a shower, when I’m finished you can take your shower.  I waited about ten minutes and I went to the basement and when I walked in my uncle was drying off and I saw his huge cock.  I remember getting butterflies in my stomach.

My parents were very strict and my Mom was a devout catholic. There was no cussing or slang talk used in our home.  I had to get good grades or I would be punished.  My Dad didn’t have an education and struggled to make ends meet.  At and early age I realized if I wanted money and material things I had to work.  I worked with my uncle who was a plumber on Saturdays and I had a paper route and also worked for my neighbors cutting grass and doing yard work.

When I was twelve my friend and I were working on a class project. He began talking to me about jerking off.  I can recall getting excited at his talking about cock and how to jerk off.

That night when I went to bed I started playing with my dick and couldn’t believe how good it felt.  I was shocked when I had an orgasm and all the white stuff that came out.  I was so innocent.

From then on my dick became my new toy to play with.  I would play with it constantly two or three times a day   I can remember this so clearly.

Not long after my friend invited me to spend the night at his house. We were outside in the garage and he asked me if I wanted to jerk off with him.  We pulled our dicks out and started stroking.  He reached out and started playing with my dick and it felt good so I took his and did the same.  This became a regular routine with us.

We were now around fourteen or fifteen and we got caught smoking on school grounds.  We both received detention and we had to clean two storage rooms.  When we finished we went to the gym to take showers and we both had erections.  No one was around and my friend got on his knees and started giving me a blowjob.  I thought I had died and gone to heaven.  He got up and asked me to give him a blowjob which I did and I knew there and then that I loved cock.

When I was sixteen I worked on a project with another guy in biology. We became friends and I fell in love.  This guy was so hot.  I had my drivers license and a car so I offered to pick him up in the morning and take him home after school.  We became close and he invited me for a sleepover which really excited me because he had a double bed. That night as we laid in bed talking he started talking about sex and he really wanted to bang a girl.  He told me he was horny as hell and he reached over a grabbed my rock hard cock.  We jerked each other off and that was the extent of it.  He was definitely straight. He started dating one of the popular girls and we drifted apart.

I turned seventeen and I knew I was gay but I still dated girls for image purposes.  I knew that I had no interest in girls. I continued screwing around with different guys and it was jerking off and blowjobs.

As I approached eighteen I was horny and all I wanted was to suck cock and I became an expert.  I would go to the mall basket shopping and hook up with guys and go to the mens room and get a mouth full of cum.  At this time I lived around Boston so there was plenty of fresh meat to be had.

I graduated and went to college and boy there was plenty of cock there.  My roommate and I got it on and that was when I had my first anal experience.  I went crazy for man pussy and  couldn’t get enough.

I graduated from college and came out to my parents.  My Mom went crazy and said she was taking me to see the priest at church because he could heal me. She said I was a sinner.  My Dad was totally disgusted with me and didn’t talk to me for two years.  At this point in my life I started spiraling out of control.  I began drinking heavily, got a dui and started down the road to depression. My parents were no longer happy and I couldn’t stand living in my house any longer.

At 23 I headed out and got my own apartment.  I sat down with my parents and told them if they couldn’t accept me then they would not see me anymore.  They did mellow somewhat and my Dad began speaking to me, but our relationship was strained.

At twenty four I began my first relationship.  We didn’t live together but we spent most weekends at my apartment.  It lasted about seven or eight months and then it started getting strained.  I was a total top and he was versatile and wanted to fuck me and I wanted no part of it.  It ended and we did end as friends.  It was at this time I realized that I wanted a committed relationship.

My next relationship was really exceptional. We both loved sports, loved the beach, and we traveled regularly.  We also loved to cook and eat healthy food.  We both took care of our bodies and worked out together.  After about a year and a half later things started to get stale and we began drifting apart.  It ended abruptly and I started to question myself.

For the next several years I just dated and played around.  Then at thirty four I met Tom, we were both runners and had entered a race. We instantly hit it off and became running buddies.  One thing led to another and we became intimate.  Tom was a power bottom and loved to get fucked and I loved giving it to him.  He would spend weekends at my apartment and we fucked like rabbits.  We fell deeply in love and after about a year he moved in with me.  I was so in love and worshipped the ground he walked on.  Tom always had a wandering eye and loved the sight of a hot man.  It didn’t bother me because most gay men love looking at other men me included.  

He came home from work one day with another guy.  He privately asked me if we could have a three way.  I was shocked and asked him if I wasn’t enough for him.  He said no, no its just variety and it spices things up.  I agreed and that night we had his three way.  I didn’t like it and I didn’t want to do it again.  Well, that didn’t stop him he would bring guys home all the time.  We hardly had sex alone.  

One night he brought one of his toy boys home and we were in bed and he was really getting it on with this guy and they started kissing passionately.  I started getting sick to my stomach and got out of bed and went into the living room.  He didn’t even ask where I was going. I sat in the living room and listened to there wild sex for about thirty minutes.  After the guy left he said he was sorry but it was what he enjoyed and that I was being ridiculous.  I said I wanted a monogamous relationship.  He said he would try but couldn’t promise.

The cheating began and I caught him and that was the last straw.  My self esteem and my self worth were gone.  I could no longer trust anyone.  I got help and received counseling which helped but it didn’t take away the pain or the lack of trust I had.

Its been a couple of years and I’m making baby steps but the trust issue I can’t seem to shake.  Its a terrible feeling and I have so much love around me which keeps me sane. 

I know there are a lot of people that don’t understand and say I should just move on but its not that easy for me.  I think part of my situation is that I love too deeply and give 100% of myself. and I don’t get the same in return.  I guess I shouldn’t put my expectations so high.

My parents came to terms with who I was and accepted me, but they never discussed any of my relationships and I could never bring a guy to their house. It was just the way they were and I held no bad feelings towards them.  I knew they loved me and it was enough for me I guess.  

My Mom died a year ago two days after Christmas and my Dad and I have become really close.  He cannot get over losing my Mom and is in poor health.  He is 71 and I take care of him as best I can.

I wrote this story because it is therapy for me not for pity.  I’m moving on slowly and I’m just waiting for the man of my dreams.

For work one year I had a lot of trips through Singapore and on one such trip I had several days to rest and explore. I date myself by even mentioning this but this predates Grindr and other location apps. Manhunt and Adam4adam were the most common to hook up and on one or the other, I started to exchange messages with this cute young guy who worked out a lot, had a great bubble butt in his pics and said he was a total bottom for dominant guys.

At the time, we both must have been in our late 20s and I was already 5 or more years into being HIV Poz so my preference was to always fuck raw to take and give loads as much as I could. But I was always open about my status and when I told him, he was really nervous. He was talking very much like a slut though and begging for my dick but insisted he couldn’t bareback.

Eventually I agreed to wear a rubber and pretty soon we were making arrangements to meet downstairs in my hotel lobby bar. He was every bit as sexy as his pics and he dressed up a little for our pre-fuck date wearing one of those tight fitted button up whit collard shirts that slender muscle guys can pull off so well and he paired them with a pair of tight black dress pants looking every bit the muscly model type.

We had a nice connection over a drink and actually, 15 years later, we still keep in touch. We’ve never hooked up again but this particular night makes both of us wonder if this could have been the one.

But back to the juicy bits.

As we made a dent in a couple of martinis at the bar, of course the chat moved away from pleasantries and he boldly says, “so is your dick really as big as in your pics.”

I laughed and said, “it’s only 8.5” man, just good camera angle.”

“Thank god I brought poppers” was his reply to which I snorted some gin martini and laughed.

My dick was achingly hard at this point and there was an energy with this guy, I could tell he was ready to fuck so I grabbed the bill, charged the drinks to my room and suggested we go upstairs.

We had shared a bunch of fantasies in chat and I had told him I loved public washrooms for fun so as we walked down the hall, he said, “I have to take a piss, why don’t you follow me.”

He didn’t have to ask twice to we positioned up against the urinals and started undoing pants. 

I whipped out my hard cock and now that I think of it, it was kind of disgusting, but it whacked against the porcelain of the urinal and he stood there fumbling with his pants. 

“Jesus Christ,” he said, “That thing is huge!” A stream of piss came out of his 7” dick but I was too hard to piss so I just rubbed the precum over my knob as he stared down.

“Let’s go” he said after finishing his piss and started to stuff away his cock,

I think in one of my other stories I reveal that my dick is very curved….downward, which is great when a guy wants to deep throat me but not so easy to stuff it away but I got it jammed back into my jeans and off we went to my room.

When we got to the room, there really wasn’t much more flirting to be done at that point so I started to unbutton his sexy tight tailored shirt while kissing him and running my hands around his chiselled bod.

Even with the pants still on, his ass was so cute and bubbly, firm as a rock and his waist was tiny compared to me and my big old wide meaty hips that guys love.

I had him naked down to the waist and he slowly pulled way from a kiss and embrace and moved down to his knees. 

At this point my cock was in serious need to be released and he skilfully popped open the button fly, reached inside and yanked my bone out.

As he dry stroked my cock he looks up at me with a smile, “like poppers?

“Fuck yeah” was all I said and he dug into his tight black pants and pulled out a bottle of jungle juice.

Cracking the bottle open, he took several big hits and then handed me the bottle.

As I snorted a few hits he started to gently kiss my downward curved dick, licking the precum, and running his tongue around the knob. 

He was a good little cock sucker and as I say, my cock curves down so it is easy to swallow despite the length and before too long he was forcing himself to swallow it down to my balls and gagging and choking with a delight that makes you appreciate a good cocksucker.

He was shirtless down to the waist at this point and he was making me so hard as he stroked and sucked my cock.

I pulled him to his feet and in-buttoned his pants to get a grip on his gorgeous muscle butt.

When I reached around to his ass it was clear that he was wearing a jock and I’m pretty sure my dick grew an inch. I had to see this boy butt so I tugged his pants down to reveal a sexy old school CK black jock with a red band and his ass looked amazing.

I threw him down to the bed and started to kiss and lick his ass and he moaned and gyrated against my face and tongue.

His ass was perfectly smooth, I don’t know if he shaved or what but it was smooth and silky and so fucking pretty.

I was talking nasty to him at this point about breeding him and he clearly wanted it too so I got behind him and pushed just the head of my cock into his ass. 

He surprised me by pulling it out and said we had to use protection.

I was a little deflated but although I had been Poz UD for a good 5 years already and loved the sexual freedom, I obliged and put on a rubber for him.

Ironically, years later, and we still keep in touch, he admitted that he loved raw dick a little too much and while being gang banged in Bangkok or somewhere he caught the bug and was now a BB slut.

Despite the rubber, his ass felt so good and I mounted him and drilled his pretty muscle ass in every position possible. 

He loved riding cock and for a long time he used me as his personal dildo slamming down hard on my cock while holding my hands.

For probably an hour or more we fucked all around the hotel room and it was time for me to cum. He was jerking his dick while I fucked him doggy style and he grunted out a load on the bed which put me over the edge.

I whipped my dick out, ripped off the rubber and blew a wad of my cum all across his back and cheeks.

As I was catching my breath, the little pig reached around and scooped some from his ass cheeks and took a taste which almost got me hard again!

We both collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.

Fortunately, I wasn’t in a rush and we lounged around the next morning fucking and playing around in the bathroom, on the balcony, on the desk, basically, everywhere I could fuck him and by this time, the jock strap he had been wearing was nasty with lube, my cum, his precum and spit. 

If we had been thinking we probably could have sold that thing on eBay and made a fortune!

Alas, I’m not very entrepreneurial when it comes to these things and around noon, he showered and left me with a big smile on my face.

Exhausted and spent, I went back to bed for awhile and the next day flew home.

I’ve never seen him since but as I said above, we keep in touch and I suspect now that we’re both Poz, if I ever did see him again, we’d have even more fun.

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