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Dave jumped into his jeep and took off down the dusty road to pick up Skip. He marveled at the brilliant evening colors of the broad, Western sky. The night would be clear, cool and invigorating. That’s how Dave liked it. He took a deep breath and smiled. Soon Skip joined him in the jeep and they were off.

“Where we goin’ tonight?” asked Skip.

“Let’s head up the mountain,” suggested Dave.

“Sounds good.”

The road was rough, but the two guys got a kick out of being bumped out of their seats in all directions. It was like bronc riding.

“Looks like you got some new Levi’s,” said Skip.

“Yup, today.” Dave rubbed a hand back and forth along his right thigh. “Got ‘em kinda snug. They feel good that way.”

Besides highlighting his great physique, the crotch-gripping jeans made Dave’s dick harden in his jockstrap. Or maybe it was from watching Skip bounce around in those faded, nearly skin tight 501’s he was wearing. The denim was so old and worn that it appeared to be as thin as a summer shirt. Dave could even see the outline of a brief underneath. He visualized Skip sitting there wearing just a jock, then he pictured him naked, as he had done many times before.

An agile teen, Skip had the body and poise of a guy Dave’s age—twenty-four. He wasn’t as tall as Dave, but he had a good, solid build. His hair was the color of desert sand and he had fun-loving, light gray eyes. In short, Skip was quite a knockout, very much a stud. Although they’d been friends for only a year, Skip had become like a brother to Dave. Dave valued the friendship a lot and often feared what would happen if Skip found out he was gay. So Dave kept quiet on the subject until he could figure a way to approach it with Skip.

In the meantime Dave found an occasional release by driving to the city and going to the bar. He was the type of guy that had no trouble making contacts. When the attractive, six-and-a-half-foot, dark-haired hunk walked through the door in his cowboy boots and bun-hugging jeans, the guys practically trampled each other to stake a claim on him. But even though he’d had many encounters with extremely handsome young dudes, they never proved to be completely satisfying experiences. They lacked the thing that turned Dave on the most: wrestling. To him, pretty guys weren’t really sexy unless they loved to wrestle. That’s what set Skip apart from the others—Skip was a wrestler at heart.

The kid didn’t wrestle on a team but followed the pro matches very closely. He particularly admired the young, bodybuilder types. Once, by chance, Dave saw him in action from a distance and just about went crazy with desire. Skip and a muscular, red-haired tackle on the football team were walking home after school, laughing and jostling. Suddenly the tackle pushed Skip to the ground, then pressed his gym shoe into Skip’s back to hold him down. But Skip managed to turn over and grab the guy’s foot. Using a painful ankle twist, he quickly brought the tackle’s stomach down into the dirt.

Skip pinned the lower leg back against the thigh and dropped onto it with both knees. The hunk yelled in pain. Immediately after the leg-smash, Skip hooked his own legs under the bent, immobilized one and sat down, trapping it tightly in his crotch. He scissored the leg forcefully with his thighs. It was clear that he was going for a submission, not merely a fast retaliation.

Skip grabbed the guy’s other leg and pulled it up and back, into a kind of half-crab position. Then he pushed it slowly to the side, opening the crotch with a wrenching leg split. The agonized hunk was tied up in a clever, three-hold maneuver that totally electrified Dave. Skip put more and more pressure on the leg split, finally leaving the guy no choice: he had to give it up. Skip slapped his butt, grinned, got up and it was over.

But it wasn’t over for Dave. In the weeks that followed, he re-lived the scene in his mind countless times. He embellished it, lengthened it, fantasized the guys wrestling in jockstraps, and wrestling naked. He saw the red-haired hunk punish Skip with a long series of torture holds—a crucifix, paralyzing nerve grips, an upside down bear hug, a double stomach claw . Through all of it, Dave watched Skip’s rod harden and stretch out—seven inches, eight, nine.

He saw the hunk lock Skip in a devastating body scissors. Keeping him imprisoned in the hold, the hunk pried Skip’s legs apart and hungrily looked over his handsome crotch. Dave stared as a powerful hand gripped Skip’s basket. It pulled the nuts forward and checked them out. Then the fingers began a slow, growing squeeze. The hunk took plenty of time to enjoy the feel of the kid’s nuts, to enjoy the thrill of crushing them.

Another hand clamped onto Skip’s rod. The hunk jerked it roughly. He did it again and again. Dave could almost feel the kid’s climax build inside him. His fantasy zoomed in close to catch every detail. Skip’s basket was rock hard. His cock was ready to explode. Dave gazed at the hunk’s hands. He realized that they weren’t the hunk’s at all: they were his own! He dug into the hot, young studflesh. Creamy sex burst from the cock, squirting in long jets, uncontrollable, unstoppable.

Dave’s fantasies about Skip became increasingly frequent. Almost every night he’d strip down to his jockstrap and attack his rod as if Skip were wrestling it, trying to get a submission. Sometimes to heighten the intensity of his erotic solo match he’d soak the pouch with oil, or do it in the shower. Despite his attraction to jockstraps (he always had one on, and he always jumped at the chance to see them on other guys), Dave had fun stripping his off during the match and grappling with his big naked cock and balls. He really gave his cock the business: he was tougher on it than most guys would be. He’d twist and grind the revved up muscle to daring limits, or yank it, or squeeze until the rod shot like crazy. Dave was also a ball expert and could put the juice into overdrive just as fast by throttling his bulging nuts. He wanted to do the same to Skip—to get hold of Skip and wrestle him, to whip his stud cream into a frenzy. That would be the ultimate experience for Dave.

The idea tantalized him as the jeep gradually climbed the darkening mountain. The deep blue-velvet sky became a striking background for the brilliant display of stars which soon dazzled the eye.

“I heard there’s suppose to be a big meteor shower for the next couple of nights,” said Skip. “Maybe we’ll see some of the fireworks.”

Dave turned onto a two-track that cut across a relatively flat area near the mountaintop. He parked the jeep on the roadside and the guys sat there talking and laughing for a long time. They watched the moon rise, but saw no meteor shower.

“What a bummer. Where’s the meteors?” complained Dave. “We came up here to see ‘em and they better start flyin’!” he announced humorously. “Bring ‘em on, baby! Let’s see ‘em shoot all over the place!” he yelled to the sky.

“Not so loud,” said Skip. “They’ll hear you five miles away!”

This only encouraged Dave to yell louder. He gripped the steering wheel, pulled himself off the seat and bellowed his demand again.

“Quiet, man!” cautioned Skip.

But Dave was in a cocky mood—and also a horny one, with his butt raised and legs spread. He gave Skip the finger while he yelled to the heavens once more. Skip seized the finger playfully and pulled it backwards. Dave shouted instantly from the sharp pain. He froze in his position above the seat. Skip grinned. He got a thrill out of controlling the big guy and watching him suffer.

“Let go or I’ll punch ya!” threatened Dave.

Skip held on, even daring to force the finger back a little more. Dave simul- taneously screamed and lunged at Skip. He sent a fist into the kid’s gut with his left hand. It had only a slight effect: Skip was a tough dude. Dave then attacked the kid’s thigh with several good, rapid-fire blows. But still he didn’t weaken. Dave couldn’t resist any longer—he shoved the hand between Skip’s legs and grabbed his crotch.

The old denim was very soft and cupped his basket snugly, like the pouch of a jock- strap. It was easy for Dave to wrap his fingers around it. He squeezed into the nuts through the thin cloth. The kid let out a shout but didn’t release the finger. Dave uncorked a much harder squeeze. That got him. Skip released the finger, but Dave was reluctant to let go of the kid. He clutched Skip’s dick.

“Hey, look what I found!” teased Dave, happy to find the muscle semi- hard. Skip giggled as Dave explored it from top to bottom. He could feel the rod lengthening. When Dave didn’t free the cock, Skip started to get nervous about it. “Let go, man!”

The cowboy ignored the request. Skip tried to push the hand back, but it was locked onto its target. Dave unbuttoned the fly and got his hand around the brief-covered tool. He squeezed and rubbed it. This was definitely a dream-come-true. The cock grew longer and harder, stretching the taut, smooth fabric way out. Skip wanted to open the door to escape, but Dave had his arm trapped against the window crank.

“Settle down, buddy,” said Dave. “We’re just havin’ a little fun!”

Skip continued to struggle against Dave, fearing that the guy would make him shoot off—something he was uneasy about. He could feel the pleasure building rapidly in his cock as Dave worked on it.

“Not here, man! Someone might see us!” said Skip.

Dave took this to mean that Skip had given up and wanted to go to a place where they could take their time messing around.

“O.K.,” said Dave. “How about behind those rocks over there?”

“Yeah,” answered Skip, still trying for a way out. As soon as Dave let go of him, the kid bounded out of the jeep and started running away. “Stay away from me, you queer!” he shouted. Dave raced after him in the bright moonlight. A good runner, the cowboy soon overtook the shorter-legged teen. He tackled him, then crawled on his back.

“Get off me, queer!” shouted Skip, unable to roll Dave off.

Dave reached under him and shoved his hand inside the Levi’s again. This time he got the rod with both hands. He slipped his thumbs under the edge of the brief and locked them behind the big tool. Skip’s time had come. Dave gave the rod a workout the teen wouldn’t soon forget.

“No!” yelled Skip.

But Dave wasn’t about to stop now. He was having the time of his life. He had the sexy teen right where he had always wanted him—with his arms around his waist, manhandling the little stud’s rock-hard cock. God it was great!

The cock throbbed powerfully as he squeezed into it. The kid was sudden­ly overcome with pleasure. He felt his juice surge up through the long, hot sex-muscle. He grunted loudly as the cock exploded in his brief. Cum shot for a long time, thoroughly drenching the cloth.

“Why did you do that?” said Skip angrily as Dave crawled off him.

“Because you’re a good friend.”

“I’m not THAT kind of friend,” yelled Skip, stripping off the brief and jeans. He bunched up the soaked brief and pitched it violently into the darkness. Then he quickly pulled on his jeans again. “Keep your fuckin’ hands off me!”

Dave walked up close and looked him in the eye. “I didn’t think you were such a big chickenshit. Let me know when you grow up and get some guts!”

“I’ll give you guts!” said Skip sarcastically. He thrust a karate kick into Dave’s gut. The cowboy doubled over. Skip wedged Dave’s neck between his thighs and dropped to his knees, giving the cowboy a short ride to the ground. Skip pressed his muscular thighs together in a neck-wrenching, kneeling scissors. Then he put a nasty hammerlock on Dave’s right arm and tortured it until Dave cried out.

Somehow Dave withstood the pain. Skip finally switched holds, but went to another punishing maneuver. He straddled Dave’s upper back, reached down and yanked his head up. Skip rested his butt on Dave’s back while the cowboy strained under the agonizing impact of the camel clutch.

“Had enough, chickenshit?”

“Yes! Yes!” shouted Dave.

“Well, I haven’t!” said Skip. He turned around, picked up Dave’s legs and pulled them back into a tight Boston crab. He was going to make the cowboy suffer for a while. The teen planted his feet far apart and sank into a low, squatting position over his victim. He applied terrific pressure to Dave’s back, delighting in every minute of it. Dave knew he had no escape. The vicious hold had him screaming in no time.

“That’s enough!” yelled Dave as Skip leaned into his arched body even more. He prayed the teen would release him. Unfortunately for Dave, Skip was in no hurry. Applying the crab made him horny as hell. His cock wanted to poke right through his Levi’s and stand up tall between his outstretched legs. He looked down at Dave’s athletic thighs. He found himself thinking about the cowboy’s crotch and wondering if it was as hard as his.

A wild notion crossed his mind: what would it be like putting a cock crab on a guy? The wrestler would bend the guy backward as in the Boston, but would hold him in place by his rod. The thought sent a shiver through his body. To get the idea out of his mind, Skip changed holds again. He stood up and pulled the cowboy’s legs up with him. Then he kneeled on one leg and brought Dave’s back down across the other one. He kept the cowboy draped over the leg by pressing down on his jaw with one hand and holding onto a thigh with the other. Not yet recovered from the crab, Dave was caught in another spine-killer.

To Skip, Dave’s anguished moans had begun to sound sexy. But the cowboy’s bulging crotch and fly were much more distracting. Seeing that part of Dave’s hunky body lit up in the moonlight at close range, Skip felt the shiver again. He stared at the bulges until he could no longer fight back the urge to go after them.

He gripped Dave’s crotch. His fingers clamped into the tight denim that highlighted and surrounded the protruding balls. The kid began to press and grind them against each other in his own special brand of nut torture. But to Dave, this kind of thing was erotically exciting, not painful. He spread his thighs wide, allowing Skip plenty of room to do anything he wanted with the balls.

Skip got the message. “This is what I like, tough guy. How long can you take it?”

When Dave didn’t submit, the kid turned his attention to Dave’s long cock bulge. He opened Dave’s jeans, pulled them down to the knees and gazed at Dave’s jockstrap. The pouch was packed with a giant. Almost unconsciously Skip pulled the cloth to one side, unbridling the cowboy’s rod and basket. The cock was so thick it took his breath away. He thought of the times he’d seen guys with hard rods in the locker room at school, and how they would sometimes let their stiff cocks be felt or squeezed. A few guys seemed to deliberately encourage that. He’d never taken part in that kind of horsing around, but now, looking down at Dave’s hard shaft, he realized how much he had wanted to. It was time to change things. He took the plunge.

The teen curled his fingers around the hot, twitching muscle. He dug into the sucker as if he were making up for lost time, which of course, happened to be true. He had a blast pulling, twisting, squeezing—doing all the things that males like to do with their rods.

To Skip, real wrestling meant finishing off a guy by making him submit—slowly. He liked any hold that would gradually drain the strength out of an opponent and leave him helpless. The backbreaker that he had Dave in was accomplishing just that: the tall hunk was becoming weaker by the minute. Skip decided to see if he could use the cowboy’s rod to complete the job.

He put a slow, reverse bend on the massive pillar. The cock resisted as he gradually muscled it down between Dave’s thighs. A few more inches and the kid would have him in one of the ultimate male submission holds. The cowboy froze in pleasure and pain as Skip aimed the throbbing cock directly at the ground. The backbreaker/cockbreaker combo went beyond Dave’s limit of en­durance. His arms collapsed at his sides.

The teen knew he had his victory, but he wasn’t through yet. He wanted to milk every bit of energy and man-cream out of the big guy. He squeezed and yanked on the rod until Dave’s juice boiled inside his balls.

“Ah, fuck—ya got me!” yelled Dave. His body froze in ecstasy. Cum suddenly ex-ploded from the cockhead. It burned and tickled the inside of his rod as it shot up. Jets of heavy cream blasted the hard ground. Skip couldn’t see the action, but he felt the sizzling muscle heave in his hand.

When it was over, Skip looked down at the beaten hunk. His head was spinning. He wondered if it all had been a dream. Had he raped this guy? What should he do next?

“Hey, I’m really sorry, man,” began Skip softly. “Are you O.K?”

“Yeah, sure. Gotta rest for a minute, though. Who taught you to do that?”

“No one . . . I don’t know what got into me . . . I shouldn’t have.

“Forget it,” said Dave. “I’ve never been so turned on. Anything that makes me feel THAT good is O.K! There’s no problem, right?”

“Guess not.”

“Rasslin’ dirty sure is fun!” said Dave. “And you’re really good at it—better than me, and I thought I was the local champ!” He kicked off his sneakers and jeans. “Wanna try out a few more holds before we go back?”

Skip was silent.

“Come on, nobody’s gonna know. We’re still buddies, aren’t we?”

“Yeah.”

“Good deal. I dare ya to get naked!” said Dave, taking off his shirt.

As Skip peeled the clothes from his smooth, slender body, he began to feel truly happy and free, maybe for the first time. “Too bad we can’t see very much.”

“Not this time,” answered Dave, moving close to Skip. “But we can do lots of feelin’!” His eyes scanned the dim image of Skip’s naked body in the moonlight. He reached between the kid’s legs and cupped the firm basket in his palm. Skip grinned as Dave fingered and tickled the balls playfully. The teen spread his legs a little more. He loved the feel of Dave’s hand around his nuts.

Skip’s stiff tool was cocked and ready again. He felt Dave’s fingers edge their way up the long shaft. The sensitive tip quivered at the cowboy’s touch. The shaft seemed to be doubling in size, thoroughly seduced by Dave’s feather-light but incredibly skillful stroking. The tingling cockhead made Skip grunt in pleasure. He looked down at his sex pole and was surprised to see that Dave’s fingers weren’t producing these fantastic sensations: the cowboy’s tongue and lips were doing it all. The teen watched Dave suck him into a world of overpowering sensuality.

Dave pulled him down onto his back while continuing to tongue the elec­trified tool. To Skip it felt as though the cowboy was sucking on the juice itself, teasing it, daring it to shoot up. Suddenly Dave grabbed the kid’s nuts. The sensation drove Skip into a frenzy. His juice roared up through the shaft. It burst out, shaking his whole body with violent spasms of pleasure.

The guys collapsed on the ground, laughing and poking and jostling. Skip chased Dave into a field and tackled him. “Now I’m show YOU a few things!” laughed Skip.

The meteor shower did finally take place above them. But Dave and Skip didn’t notice it. Their scopes were strictly set on each other—two very bright stars, shooting across the cool night air.

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During my sophomore year of college, I returned to the city of my birth, curious to see where my life began.  My mother had passed away from cancer and I never knew my dad.  

I went to the city records department and upon examining my birth certificate, it listed my mother’s name and for my father’s name it simply said ‘Unknown’, and that she was only fifteen when I was born.

With me being only nineteen, if my dad was the same age, that would put him at only thirty-four, and I wondered if knew about me or thought about me.

I wondered if what I found really was true since my last name, Rivers, was the same as my mother’s family. Did she really not know who my father was or did she just not want him in my life.

I really didn’t know where else to try, so I decided to spend my time exploring around and see if I could possibly find an ‘old timer’ that might know something.

I got a room at a small clean motel on the edge of town, next to a large truck stop.  I knew I could get good, inexpensive meals at the truck stop and the room was very reasonably priced.

It was a Friday, and being gay, I knew from past experience that truckers got horny when on the road, and often played when away from home. I decided to check out the restroom  and see what I might find.

I went to my room and showered before logging into a gay chat room, with men from all over the world.  I quickly asked if anyone on like was in the vicinity of the Rocking J truck stop in Buford, Texas.

Seconds later I got a private message from ‘Always Ready’ who said he was at the truck stop. I asked if he was a driver, and he said he was. I then asked what he was interested in and his reply was ‘Good company and hot sex for the night’.  I assured him I could provide both.  I agreed to meet him in the café.  He said he would be wearing a red tank top, but needed to shower first.  

I responded back for him to hold off on showering and if we hit it off together, we could shower together in my motel room.  He responded that he liked the way I thought.  I asked his first name and he said it was Duke. I told him that mine was Mark. We agreed to meet in fifteen minutes.

I put on only a tee shirt and a pair of jeans along with my sneakers and headed for the café.  I entered and found Duke seated at a table away from the other customers.  He appeared to be in his mid thirties, and I estimated he was near six foot tall.  He was exceptionally well built and muscular with a USMC tattoo on his left upper arm. 

However, what I was turned on by the most was his muscular chest which, from what I could tell with him in the tank top, was fairly hairy.

As I approached the table, he smiled at me and said, “I assume you are Mark?”

“You assume right if you are Duke,” I replied.

He smiled and motioned for me to join him.  I did, and he commented that he had read my profile in the char room and asked if I really was only nineteen. I assured him I was.  He then asked if his age of thirty-five was too old for me and I told him “Definitely not.”

We ordered dinner and as we ate, we found out about each other.

He asked about me and I told him that I was in my second year of college, and that I was on summer break.  I explained that my grandfather had left me with an account with enough money to cover my college expenses plus some.

In turn, Duke said he was an ex-Marine, who was in transportation and fell in love with big trucks.  After his discharge, he took to the road, and thanks to some lottery winnings, he was able to purchase a small trucking company and after it grew, he hired people to run it and he returned to driving.

As we neared the end of our meal, he asked casually, “When and how did you get started?”

“It was at the beginning of my senior year of high school.  A few of us guys from the football team were shooting the shit while sucking down a few beers, when one of the guys was pretty drunk and said he had let a ‘queer’, as he put it, give him a blow job for twenty bucks.  Said it felt awesome and that he had totally enjoyed it.  I thought about it and was curious and decided to get one from a guy.  I let the guy blow me a few times and loved it, then I decided to try giving one.  I did and went all the way and liked it, and been at it ever since.  What about you?”

“With another male was after I joined the Marines, but I was fucking pussy since high school,” he said.

“How did it start in the Marines?” I asked.

“I had finished my basic training and was at mechanics school.  We had to wait two weeks before we got a leave.  My instructor and I had become friends and he asked if I wanted to go into town for the weekend with him and I said yes, since he knew where to go.”

“We hit a few bars and I tried to get some pussy but they wanted a fortune for a quick fuck.  We ended up going back to our motel without women, and I made a comment about not even finding a blowjob I could afford.”

“He laughed and said that he found that men gave better blow jobs that women, anyhow.”

I spoke up and said that I couldn’t wait to hear what happened next but I thought we needed to go to my room and shower first.  He smiled and agreed, quickly paying for our diners.  Seconds later we were walking across the parking lot, headed for my room.

As we entered my motel room, I casually stepped up to him and gently kissed him.  Immediately, he kissed me back much more passionately, offering his tongue, which I eagerly accepted.

　

After the kiss, we sensuously washed each other down, then after rinsing off, I dropped to my knees to suck his cock, first asking him what happened after his sergeant said men sucked better.

“I threw caution to the wind and said as horny as I was, I’d love to find out for myself.  Sarge smiled and said that if I promised not to tell anyone, he’d show me.  He said if it got out we would both be kicked out of the marines.  I told him what we did in private was our business only.  The next thing I knew he was rubbing my crotch through my fatigues and once I was hard, he had me strip and he did also and he gave me my first blowjob from a male, and I had to admit to him that it was indeed the best I ever had.  He sucked me off twice that night and again the next morning.  After the morning blow job I decided to see what it was like and sucked him off.  To my surprise I enjoyed doing it and eating the reward.”

About that time Duke reached his climax and fed me a huge delicious load.  After devouring every drop, I asked if he and his sarge got together regularly and he said almost daily sucking each other dry.

Duke then dropped and sucked me dry after which he said he wanted it in his ass the next time.

Cuddled together, we drifted off to sleep and at some point during the night I awoke to find Duke fondling my rock hard cock.  When he realized that I was awake, he said softly, “I want that in my ass.”

 Moments later, he was on his back, legs raised and I lubed his hole by eating it.  It was the sweetest ass I had ever eaten.  Once well lubed, I inserted my cock and as I slid in, he said, “Oh, yea, Mark.  Fuck me hard, fast and deep.”

I did as instructed, and once I had climaxed in his awesome hole, he kissed me and said, “Never have I been fucked  that good in my life.  That was the best ever and I want it often.”

I assured him he could have it but insisted he fuck me immediately.  He did and it was awesome.

Later that afternoon, we decided to shower again and as we were ready to step into the shower, I said I needed to piss.  He asked if I had ever given or received a ‘golden shower’.  I said I had only given myself a golden shower when I was alone.  He said he loved both giving and receiving them and suggested we give each other one. I immediately agreed and after he dropped to his knees he told me to also aim for his mouth.  He admitted that he liked drinking from the tap also.

I had drank my own numerous times and liked it but never had anyone give me their piss. I let the flow begin and after aiming at his chest and crotch, I raised the stream to his face. Immediately, his mouth opened and he began to swallow all that entered.  

Once I had finished, he stood and kissed me and said how hot the experience had been.  I smiled and told him that I was ready for his.  I dropped to my knees and he repeated my actions and having his piss fill my mouth turned me on tremendously.  I swallowed every drop I could.  I immediately knew I loved drinking from the tap and would do it whenever possible.

After our shower, Duke began to question me about my college courses.  I explained my accounting and business management courses and when he finished, he said, “Mark, I know we have only met, but I want to get to know you better.  When you graduate, how would you like to go to work for me as my head financial officer for my trucking company?”

Smiling, I asked, “Would there be benefits?”

“You better fucking believe there will be benefits,” he replied, laughing.

“I’d love that, but I’d have to learn something about trucking,” I told him.

“You said you were on summer break so do you have any plans for the next couple of weeks?” he asked.

“Not really.  What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“Why don’t you spend the next two weeks riding with me and get a taste of what goes on.  Then, if you’re interested, you can ride with me each summer until you graduate.”

“You got a deal,” I replied.

He made a phone call and told his office manager that he would have a friend riding with him for the next two weeks and to keep him in the area.  He spent some time going over some of the shipping rules and do’s and don’ts in between our sexual activities.

Every time Duke fucked me I felt like I was in heaven.  He knew exactly how to make it feel sensual and pleasurable.  But it was even hotter when he ate his cum load out of my ass then kissed me and shared it.

Monday arrived and he made arrangements for me to park my car at the motel for a nice rental fee the manager quickly slipped into his pocket.

When we climbed into his rig, I was totally stunned at the size.  He explained that it was custom made and had almost everything a small apartment would have.  About the only thing it didn’t have was a shower and indoor plumbing.  It did however have a chemical toilet for taking a dump.

We pulled out of the truck stop and headed for our pick-up location. I watched as Duke talked with the dock foreman and once we pulled out, I told Duke that I thought the dock foreman was eyeing us both.

He told me that the guy has been dropping subtle hints about having a beer with him when he was in town, and I admitted I wouldn’t mind getting him to join us for a three way. Duke said he liked that idea.

At near noon, Duke looked over at me and asked, “Have you ever had another guy you didn’t know watch you suck cock?”

Smiling at him I said, “Yes, I have.  Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” he replied. “Mind telling me how it came about?”

“It was at a park back at the end of my senior year of high school. It was closed to the public but guys slipped in and went to the old restroom to have sex.  I was there sucking this hot college football player when a guy probably in his forties came in and started jerking off as he watched.  the football player got turned on being watched and fed me a fucking huge cum load then watched me finish off the older man.  I found out later that the older man was a local fireman.”

“You ever get him again?” Duke asked.

“Oh yea.  We started meeting twice a week and I would suck him dry.  He took mine in his mouth several times and sucked on it a little but never could go all the way but he did feed me some nice big thick loads.”

“I’m curious.  How would you like to have another driver watch you suck me while we pass him?” Duke asked.

“Are you serious?  If your game, then so am I.  How do we do it?”

“I’m going to drop my pants and you work them off my feet. Then, when we start passing another rig, you drop to the floor next to my seat close to my knees and start sucking me.  It will be interesting to see what the other driver does.”

He dropped his pants and I slipped them off him and a short time later we approached a rig that was ahead of us.  Duke said he wanted to pass him first to see if he was young or old.

As we passed, the driver glanced over at us and appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties, and when he saw that Duke was nude from the waist down he was in total shock.  Duke pulled ahead a little and had me get into position, as he gently slowed down.

“Do your thing,” Duke said as the rig started getting even with us.  When the guy was in position to see what I was doing, he grabbed his CB mic and said, “You lucky bastard.”

“You want a turn?” Duke asked back.

“Hell yea,” came his reply.

“Follow us,” Duke said. “When we stop, come on over.”

The driver watched a while then dropped back ad got behind us.  A few miles ahead was a small picnic pull off and Duke pulled in, followed by the other driver.  

In seconds the driver was at the passenger door climbing in.  the three of us went to the sleeper and the driver quickly stripped off his boots and pants.  The name on his shirt said ‘Clay’ and Duke asked, “Clay, have you ever had a guy blow you?”

“That’s the only sex I have on the road.  When my wife asked if I had any pussy get me off on the road, I can honestly tell her ’Nope.’ She don’t need to know I’m letting guys suck me dry.”

I got between Clay’s spread legs and went to work and as I did, he told Duke, “Man, you are one lucky bastard to have one with you and get drained anytime you want, and he’s the best I ever had blow me.”

I soon got the driver’s load and hungrily swallowed every drop. We asked where he was going to be that night and he told us.  Duke smiled and said “We just might see you there.”

“I’d love that,” he said.

Quickly dropping my pants, I turned my back to him and asked, “How would you like to fuck this?”

“Hell yea. I’ve always wanted to fuck a guy in the ass.”

“You know my rig.  Come by after dark,” Duke told him. 

Shortly after dark, I ran into Clay in the café and he asked, “Was he serious about me joining you two in his rig?”

“Come on out to the rig and ask him,” I replied. “The passenger door will be unlocked. Come on in.”

“I’ll be by shortly,” he replied.

I returned to the rig and told Duke that Clay would be by shortly.  

We both immediately stripped and waited.  A few minutes later we heard the door open then close.  A second later Clay stepped back into the sleeper.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Duke said. Clay immediately removed his boots then didn’t hesitate in removing the rest of his clothes.

“When I have been sucked in the past, I have usually just dropped my pants.  I’ve never gotten totally naked before.”

“First time for everything,” Duke said.

Clay sat on the bunk and as he did, I dropped between his hairy legs and slowly began sucking his rising cock and fondling his balls.  

As I did, Duke began to gently kiss him on the cheeks, gradually getting closer to his lips.

As I sucked Clay’s cock, I watched Duke soon get to clay’s lips.  To my surprise, clay didn’t turn away, and as Duke offered his tongue, Clay parted his lips and accepted it then offered his to Duke.

Moments later Clay climaxed and fed me his load. After collecting it in my mouth, Duke leaned toward me and Clay watched as we kissed and shared his huge cum load.

Clay looked at us and smiled, saying, “You two are something else,” then after a moment, said, “May I get personal?”

“I don’t mine if Mark doesn’t,” Duke answered.

“Do guys really fuck each other in the ass?”

“Yes,” Duke replied, “and for most men it is another way of showing affection, either by letting your partner fuck you if that is what he enjoys or by fucking your partner if he enjoys taking it in his ass.”

“If it is done right,” I added, “it can be very pleasurable for both men.”

I saw curiosity in Clay’s face and asked, “Would you like to fuck me?” 

He smiled and said he would. 

Seconds later, Duke was coaching Clay on how to make entry without doing damage. He was a fast learner and soon was steadily but lovingly fucking my ass as we kissed.

After several minutes of fucking me on my back, he paused and said, “I never thought I would say this, but your ass is a hell of a lot better than my wife’s pussy.  I’m about to cum.”

“Do it, Clay.  I want to feel you cum in me,” I told him.   

Seconds later, my ass was filled with his hot thick load and it was awesome.  He topped the experience by giving me a hot wet tongue kiss.

As he slowly pulled out, Duke handed him a wet washcloth to wipe up with if necessary and asked him if he would like to stay and spend the night with us.  Smiling, he said he would.

As we took a break, Clay looked at us and said, “If anyone had ever told me that I would have kissed or fucked another man, I would have called them a liar, but I’ have done it and thoroughly enjoyed both. Now, there is  something left I want to do and that is to suck you both dry, and get fucked.  I want to try it all”

He paused and looked at us and we were both totally stunned but pleased.

Clay smiled and said, “I can see you’re both shocked as hell, but you two are the first to make me feel like a human and not just a sex object, and I admit, over the last few weeks I have become extremely curious and I trust you two not to take advantage of me, so who wants to get sucked first?’

Duke smiled and looked at me and said, “You can go first. I want to watch this time.”  

Clay kissed me passionately, then sucked my nipples before moving to my crotch.  My cock was already rock hard, and I watched as he took a deep breath then slowly swallowed my cock.

He held it in his mouth for a short moment then began to work his mouth off then back on, going balls deep.  For his first time, he was doing a damn good job.  Having a virgin sucking my cock was a huge turn on, and was quickly bringing me to my climax.

“Oh, fuck, Clay, I’m getting close,” I told him, in case he wanted to stop.  Instead, he moaned softly and sucked even faster.

“OH FUCK!” I cried out as my cock exploded in his mouth.

He slowed down and began milking me dry with his mouth.  As he pulled off, I saw him swirl my load around in his mouth then look directly into my eyes, smile, the swallow.

He took a deep breath then looked at Duke and said, “I want yours now.”

He quickly swallowed Duke’s cock and began energetically sucking him dry.  Moments later, Duke climaxed into Clay’s mouth, then Clay eagerly swallowed.

Looking at us, he smiled and said, “If I knew sucking cock was that erotic and the load tasted so good, I’d have been sucking cock a long time ago.  When ever you want it again, let me know.”

I looked at him and said, “I love cum also and if I can’t get a cock to suck, I jerk off and eat my own.”

Duke spoke up and said he did the same.

Clay smiled and said, “Maybe later we can all jerk off and see who produces the most and watch each other eat their own.”

“Clay,” Duke began, “you seem to be getting overly excited about yur new experiences.   What gives?”

“Duke, I realize that I have had these pent up feelings for a while, but with you two, I am finally able to experience them and it is wonderful.  I realize that I love cock but never knew it.  Next, I want to get fucked by both of you.”

I smiled and said, “Well, before you get fucked by either of us, I have to see just how it taste.”

“What?” Clay asked.

“Lay on your back and raise your legs and I’ll show you,” I told him./

He did and seconds later as I licked and drilled my tongue into his virgin hole, he moaned in shear pleasure and said, “Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”

Moments later, Clay was begging me to fuck him and ‘pop his cherry’. I lubed his hole and as I began my insertion, Duke gave him pointers, to make it more pleasurable.  “Relax, and don’t tense up,” Duke told him and advised him on breathing regular and not holding his breath.

He did as instructed and moments later, I leaned forward and said, “Baby, you got every inch of me in you balls deep.”

“Holy shit,” he said as he reached back and felt me in him.

“Now, you ready to get fucked?” I asked.

“Fuck me, stud.  Give me that load.”

As I fucked his hot tight ass, he casually sucked on Duke’s cock.

It didn’t take long for me to climax in this virgin’s tight ass.  As I did, he cried out, “Oh, Fuck!  I can feel your load shooting in me.”

As my cock drained into his ass, I collapsed onto his chest and kissed him passionately.  Duke spoke up and said, “My turn, if you think you can take two in a row.”

“Do it,” Clay replied.  “Add your load to Mark’s.”

Seconds later Duke was fucking Clay’s used ass wildly, with Clay saying he loved it.  Moments later, Duke added his cum load to mine and as he pulled out, cum began to slowly ooze out of Clay’s hole.  We quickly cleaned him up and he admitted that he enjoyed the experience of being fucked in his ass.

After kissing us both passionately, he began dressing to return to his rig, saying that sex with his wife could never compare to sex with another male.  He thanked us for showing him what real affection was like and that sex between males wasn’t dirty or perverted.

We asked when he would be back in the area and he said a week from Wednesday,  Duke smiled and said, that was when we would be back in the area.  They exchanged phone numbers and we agreed to meet at that time.

The next day, Duke began to repeat his suggestions he had made before about me working for him.  He said I would have a job with his trucking company upon graduation and he would get off the road and we would share his house.  

I admitted that it sounded tempting but that we had just met.

“Mark, I know all I need to know about you.  I want you to work for me and be in my life.”

I assured him I would think about it.

We showered and returned to the rig and into bed.  I kept thinking about his offer and the more I did, the more I wanted to spend my life with him.

After a sixty-nine before breakfast,  we hit the road and after a short  time he started laughing.  When I asked what was so funny, he said, “I’m offering you an job and I don’t have any idea what your full name is.”

“I am Marcus John Rivers,” and I gave him my date of birth.

He looked at me with a strange look and asked, “What was your mother’s first name?” 

When  I told him ‘June’, he hit the breaks and quickly pulled into a small rest area we almost passed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked.

“I have a few more questions before I tell you what’s going on,” he said.

He asked for my grandfathers name and what type work he did, and if I knew when my family moved out of town.

I answered his questions and asked what the fuck was going on.

“Mark, don’t ask any questions.  Just listen to what I have to tell you, then make your own decision. Okay?”

“Yea, I guess so,” I replied.

“Back just before I turned seventeen, I had a sexual relationship with a girl in school that was already seventeen.  Then, about a month or so later, she stopped coming to school and within  days had moved.  One of her closest friends told me that she was pregnant and her parents were scared if it got out she would be arrested for having sex with an underage boy and go to jail. I never heard from her again.  I find it strange that she had the same name as your mom and that your middle name is the same as my first name.”

“Mother fuck!” I exclaimed. “You think there is a chance that you are my dad and I’m your son?”

“Well, your age would be just about right,” he replied.  “There is a way to find out for sure, if you want to.”

“Fuck yea, I want to.  That was the main reason I was in town, searching for my father.”

“Well, then, I need to make a call.  I have a close friend that is a sergeant with the police department that might be able to assist.  He is with the vice department and can hopefully get us some DNA test kits.”

“Does he know your gay?” I asked.

Duke began laughing and said, “Mark, he couldn’t be any more gay if he tried.  He loves getting fucked, double fucked and fist fucked as well as eating cum and drinking from your hose.”

“Damn, he might be fun to have a three way with,” I replied.

He retrieved his phone and made a call.  After explaining things he said thanks and gave him an address.  Afterward, he turned to me and said he was sending test kits to us overnight.

I was super excited with the idea I might have found my father, but even more excited that he loved male sex as much as I did.

The next morning we had our DNA test kits and immediately did what was necessary and sent them back, then waited for Jake to call Duke back.  

We had agreed that I would stay with Duke and ride with him until we found out the results.  He insisted that if the test were positive, that we return to his home base and see his lawyer and put make me his sole heir.

However, while we waited we had even more intense sex with each other and any other hot male we could find, most of which were fellow truckers.

Three days later, we got the call.

Duke put the phone on speaker and we listened as Jake gave us the results.

“Duke, the results are in.  I had them double and triple checked and it is ninety-nine percent positive that the kid is your natural son.  Congratulations, daddy.  I can’t wait to meet him.”

“You will, Jake, this weekend,” Duke told him.

“I love you, dad,” I said as I moved closer and kissed him.

 ”I fucking can’t believe this.  I have a son,” Duke said.

“I wonder what Clay will say when he finds out he has been having sex with a father and son,” I said.

“First things first.  We’re going to see Jake and thank him properly for doing the DNA test, and you will like Jake.  He is all muscle, hairy, lots of tats, and has no limits sexually.”

“Do you mind if I stop calling you Duke and start calling you ‘Dad’?”

“I would love for you to call me dad all the time,” I told him.

“Well, dad, I’ve made a decision.  I’m transferring to the college in town close to you and want to ride with you whenever I’m on break.”

Dad smiled broadly and said, “Son, I would love that. Not only could we be together, but you can start learning the business.”

We continued on to the terminal where dad introduced me around. The next day, we went to see dad’s lawyers where he had them draw up the papers making me his sole heir.

Then, that evening, he asked if I was ready to meet Jake.  I said I was.

Duke called Jake and asked if he wanted some company for the night. He said he did and said, “You know where the spare key is.  Let yourselves in and make yourselves comfortable. I should be therein about an hour or so.”

Dad drove to Jake’s place on the outskirts of town and wn=hen we stepped onto the porch, Dad reached up to the address board and lifted it.  It was hinged on top and behind it was a small nitch containing a spare key.

We let ourselves in and showered together then waited for Jake to arrive. Later, as we sat in the den totally naked watching television, we heard Jake pull into the garage.  He entered from the kitchen in full police department uniform and his physique had it stretched to the max.  I couldn’t remember ever seeing any human with such muscles.

He came over and kissed dad passionately then stepped over to me.  Smiling, he said, “Mark, your dad is one fortunate guy to have a stud son like you. Come give me a kiss and say hello.”

I stepped up and we kissed passionately as I felt his cock rapidly stiffen in his uniform pants.  Grasping my hard cock, he said, “I can’t wait to have that buried in me.”

“You’ll get it,” I told him, “but what do I owe you for helping me find my dad?” 

“For starters, a load of cum in my ass, then later a load in my mouth then wash it down with a hot piss load.  Do that and I’ll consider the bill paid in full.”

“I think I can afford that,” I said with a smile.

After licking my ass then my cock and balls, Jake smiled and told me to lay on the floor.  I did and he grasp my rock hard cock and straddled me and sat on my cock.  Then, leaning forward, told dad to put his cock in his ass with mine.  Seconds later, I felt dad sliding his cock into Jake’s ass along with mine.

“Oh, fuck yea,” Jake said.  “I can’t wait to feel you both shoot your loads up my ass.  Make them cum, Duke.”

Dad began to piston in and out and the feeling of his cock rubbing along the under side of mine was awesome and was steadily bringing me closer to a climax.

It wasn’t long before I said I was getting close.  Dad said he was also but was trying to hold back and shoot off in Jake’s ass at the same time I did.  Seconds later I cried out that I was cumming and dad said he was also.  I could feel his cock erupting against mine and it was such a turn on.

We collapsed and stayed in Jake’s ass for a minute or so before dad slowly pulled out.  When he had, Jake raised up off my cock and quickly put his hand under his ass and collected out loads in his palm.  After a moment, he brought his hand around and licked it totally clean.

Looking at dad, I laughed and asked, “Is this bastard really a vice cop?  Talk about perverted, but I love it.”

“Mark, I really hate having to arrest a guy for doing some of the same things I do, but the difference is that when they get arrested they are doing it in a public place such as a restroom or adult video store.  If they did it behind closed doors in the privacy of their own home then there would be no problem.  People wouldn’t know.”

While dad and Jake talked, I gave Jake a hot full body tongue bath, and I’m not sure who enjoyed it more, me or Jake.

Later, when I said I was going to take a piss, Jake called me over to him.  “Remember, tonight, I’m the urinal. Once I close my lips around it, let the flow begin.”

He took my cock in his mouth and once his lips were sealed around me, I let the flow start.  Eagerly and expertly, he swallowed every drop. Then, later as Duke fist fucked Jake’s ass, Jake and I had a sixty-nine.  Afterward, dad and I returned to his place.  

The following day, Dad took me to the offices of his trucking company and shocked everyone when he introduced me as his son.  He had called a meeting of all employees and after introducing me said, “Ladies and gentlemen, one day this young man will be your boss.  I ask that you show him the same devotion that you do me.”

Everyone congratulated dad and I and welcomed me to the company.  After getting a run back on dads regular route, and we had had lunch, we headed back out, with me loaded down with copies of the company’s financials to study.

We made it back to meet Clay as scheduled. We parked on the lot and had an early dinner and about an hour later, Clay climbed into our rig, finding us both naked in the sleeper.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Duke told him.

“I plan to,” Jake replied, then asked, “Is that job offer working for you still good?”

“Fuck yea, but what made you change your mind?”

“What I found when I got home,” Jake replied as he removed the last of his clothing.

“Okay, fill us in,” Duke said.

“I got home a day earlier that planned.  It was early so I figured I would take the bitch out to dinner.  Her brothers car was in the drive so I went to the door and it was dark and quiet.  I eased in and heard moans coming from the bedroom.  I eased back and she was in bed with her twin brothers who are a year and a half older and their cousin who is the same age as my wife. She was sucking the cousin while one brother was fucking her cunt and the other fucking her ass.”

“Mother fuck!  Are you serious?” Duke asked.

“Oh yea.  She always refused to suck me saying it and anal was gross, yet there she was doing both.  I got some good pics on my phone before walking in on them. The cock she was sucking started shooting and her face was covered with cum.  The guys tried to cover up but I told her she had twenty-four hours to get packed and get out.”

“When I went back the next morning her clothes were gone.  I had a bud make prints of the pictures I took and mailed them to her dad.  “She called my cell and I told her I was filing for divorce and she could have only what she took with her.  Her dad called me and said he was through with her and suspicion something was up since their teens.  Anyway, I’ve changed the locks on the house and put it on the market.  I have already rented a small apartment.”

“It’s ironic that you discover the pleasures received from sex with another male, then discover she is doing what she refused to do with you,” I said.

“Well, I can’t wait to feel one of you in my ass and the other in my mouth, and soon.”

I got into a sixty-nine with Jake while Duke fucked his ass.  After we had all climaxed, dad looked at him and said, “Jake, have you ever thought about having sex with a dad and his son?”

“Fuck!  I bet that would be awesome,” he said.

“Well, you just had it happen, so was it awesome?”

“What the fuck are you saying?”

Dad told him everything and about the DNA test and said it was confirmed that we are father and son.

“That makes sex with you two even hotter that it already was, and since you are father and son, I want to sit back and jerk off while watching a father and son suck and fuck each other.”

“Well, stud, you are going to get our wish.  Sit back, relax, and watch us do out thing,” dad said.

Dad and I performed for Jake, sucking and fucking each other, and he said it was the hottest thing he had ever encountered.

After more hot sex, we dressed minimally and went in for coffee while dad and Jake worked out the details of him coming to work for dad. Until I switched schools, things would remain the same for me.

That was three years ago.  I transferred schools, got my degree, and went to work for my dad. Dad got off the road except for an occasional; trip out.  He said it was to keep himself in tune with the road, but I knew and didn’t mind, that he wanted that sex with a stranger that driving a truck afforded him. Jake come on board as shipping supervisor and occasional relief driver.  

Dad had purchased a large three bedroom home on some acreage where we had complete privacy.  The majority of the year we were able to live nude twenty-four/seven indoors and out. We loved having hot sex out in the open air.

We each had a bedroom for our use when we had a private guest, but almost always we shared the oversize king bed in dad’s bedroom.  Jake still loves watching us enjoy father/son sex.

　

　

　

　

ENCOUNTER

　

During my sophomore year of college, I returned to the city of my birth, curious to see where my life began.  My mother had passed away from cancer and I never knew my dad.  

I went to the city records department and upon examining my birth certificate, it listed my mother’s name and for my father’s name it simply said ‘Unknown’, and that she was only fifteen when I was born.

With me being only nineteen, if my dad was the same age, that would put him at only thirty-four, and I wondered if knew about me or thought about me.

I wondered if what I found really was true since my last name, Rivers, was the same as my mother’s family. Did she really not know who my father was or did she just not want him in my life.

I really didn’t know where else to try, so I decided to spend my time exploring around and see if I could possibly find an ‘old timer’ that might know something.

I got a room at a small clean motel on the edge of town, next to a large truck stop.  I knew I could get good, inexpensive meals at the truck stop and the room was very reasonably priced.

It was a Friday, and being gay, I knew from past experience that truckers got horny when on the road, and often played when away from home. I decided to check out the restroom  and see what I might find.

I went to my room and showered before logging into a gay chat room, with men from all over the world.  I quickly asked if anyone on like was in the vicinity of the Rocking J truck stop in Buford, Texas.

Seconds later I got a private message from ‘Always Ready’ who said he was at the truck stop. I asked if he was a driver, and he said he was. I then asked what he was interested in and his reply was ‘Good company and hot sex for the night’.  I assured him I could provide both.  I agreed to meet him in the café.  He said he would be wearing a red tank top, but needed to shower first.  

I responded back for him to hold off on showering and if we hit it off together, we could shower together in my motel room.  He responded that he liked the way I thought.  I asked his first name and he said it was Duke. I told him that mine was Mark. We agreed to meet in fifteen minutes.

I put on only a tee shirt and a pair of jeans along with my sneakers and headed for the café.  I entered and found Duke seated at a table away from the other customers.  He appeared to be in his mid thirties, and I estimated he was near six foot tall.  He was exceptionally well built and muscular with a USMC tattoo on his left upper arm. 

However, what I was turned on by the most was his muscular chest which, from what I could tell with him in the tank top, was fairly hairy.

As I approached the table, he smiled at me and said, “I assume you are Mark?”

“You assume right if you are Duke,” I replied.

He smiled and motioned for me to join him.  I did, and he commented that he had read my profile in the char room and asked if I really was only nineteen. I assured him I was.  He then asked if his age of thirty-five was too old for me and I told him “Definitely not.”

We ordered dinner and as we ate, we found out about each other.

He asked about me and I told him that I was in my second year of college, and that I was on summer break.  I explained that my grandfather had left me with an account with enough money to cover my college expenses plus some.

In turn, Duke said he was an ex-Marine, who was in transportation and fell in love with big trucks.  After his discharge, he took to the road, and thanks to some lottery winnings, he was able to purchase a small trucking company and after it grew, he hired people to run it and he returned to driving.

As we neared the end of our meal, he asked casually, “When and how did you get started?”

“It was at the beginning of my senior year of high school.  A few of us guys from the football team were shooting the shit while sucking down a few beers, when one of the guys was pretty drunk and said he had let a ‘queer’, as he put it, give him a blow job for twenty bucks.  Said it felt awesome and that he had totally enjoyed it.  I thought about it and was curious and decided to get one from a guy.  I let the guy blow me a few times and loved it, then I decided to try giving one.  I did and went all the way and liked it, and been at it ever since.  What about you?”

“With another male was after I joined the Marines, but I was fucking pussy since high school,” he said.

“How did it start in the Marines?” I asked.

“I had finished my basic training and was at mechanics school.  We had to wait two weeks before we got a leave.  My instructor and I had become friends and he asked if I wanted to go into town for the weekend with him and I said yes, since he knew where to go.”

“We hit a few bars and I tried to get some pussy but they wanted a fortune for a quick fuck.  We ended up going back to our motel without women, and I made a comment about not even finding a blowjob I could afford.”

“He laughed and said that he found that men gave better blow jobs that women, anyhow.”

I spoke up and said that I couldn’t wait to hear what happened next but I thought we needed to go to my room and shower first.  He smiled and agreed, quickly paying for our diners.  Seconds later we were walking across the parking lot, headed for my room.

As we entered my motel room, I casually stepped up to him and gently kissed him.  Immediately, he kissed me back much more passionately, offering his tongue, which I eagerly accepted.

　

After the kiss, we sensuously washed each other down, then after rinsing off, I dropped to my knees to suck his cock, first asking him what happened after his sergeant said men sucked better.

“I threw caution to the wind and said as horny as I was, I’d love to find out for myself.  Sarge smiled and said that if I promised not to tell anyone, he’d show me.  He said if it got out we would both be kicked out of the marines.  I told him what we did in private was our business only.  The next thing I knew he was rubbing my crotch through my fatigues and once I was hard, he had me strip and he did also and he gave me my first blowjob from a male, and I had to admit to him that it was indeed the best I ever had.  He sucked me off twice that night and again the next morning.  After the morning blow job I decided to see what it was like and sucked him off.  To my surprise I enjoyed doing it and eating the reward.”

About that time Duke reached his climax and fed me a huge delicious load.  After devouring every drop, I asked if he and his sarge got together regularly and he said almost daily sucking each other dry.

Duke then dropped and sucked me dry after which he said he wanted it in his ass the next time.

Cuddled together, we drifted off to sleep and at some point during the night I awoke to find Duke fondling my rock hard cock.  When he realized that I was awake, he said softly, “I want that in my ass.”

 Moments later, he was on his back, legs raised and I lubed his hole by eating it.  It was the sweetest ass I had ever eaten.  Once well lubed, I inserted my cock and as I slid in, he said, “Oh, yea, Mark.  Fuck me hard, fast and deep.”

I did as instructed, and once I had climaxed in his awesome hole, he kissed me and said, “Never have I been fucked  that good in my life.  That was the best ever and I want it often.”

I assured him he could have it but insisted he fuck me immediately.  He did and it was awesome.

Later that afternoon, we decided to shower again and as we were ready to step into the shower, I said I needed to piss.  He asked if I had ever given or received a ‘golden shower’.  I said I had only given myself a golden shower when I was alone.  He said he loved both giving and receiving them and suggested we give each other one. I immediately agreed and after he dropped to his knees he told me to also aim for his mouth.  He admitted that he liked drinking from the tap also.

I had drank my own numerous times and liked it but never had anyone give me their piss. I let the flow begin and after aiming at his chest and crotch, I raised the stream to his face. Immediately, his mouth opened and he began to swallow all that entered.  

Once I had finished, he stood and kissed me and said how hot the experience had been.  I smiled and told him that I was ready for his.  I dropped to my knees and he repeated my actions and having his piss fill my mouth turned me on tremendously.  I swallowed every drop I could.  I immediately knew I loved drinking from the tap and would do it whenever possible.

After our shower, Duke began to question me about my college courses.  I explained my accounting and business management courses and when he finished, he said, “Mark, I know we have only met, but I want to get to know you better.  When you graduate, how would you like to go to work for me as my head financial officer for my trucking company?”

Smiling, I asked, “Would there be benefits?”

“You better fucking believe there will be benefits,” he replied, laughing.

“I’d love that, but I’d have to learn something about trucking,” I told him.

“You said you were on summer break so do you have any plans for the next couple of weeks?” he asked.

“Not really.  What do you have in mind?” I asked.

“Why don’t you spend the next two weeks riding with me and get a taste of what goes on.  Then, if you’re interested, you can ride with me each summer until you graduate.”

“You got a deal,” I replied.

He made a phone call and told his office manager that he would have a friend riding with him for the next two weeks and to keep him in the area.  He spent some time going over some of the shipping rules and do’s and don’ts in between our sexual activities.

Every time Duke fucked me I felt like I was in heaven.  He knew exactly how to make it feel sensual and pleasurable.  But it was even hotter when he ate his cum load out of my ass then kissed me and shared it.

Monday arrived and he made arrangements for me to park my car at the motel for a nice rental fee the manager quickly slipped into his pocket.

When we climbed into his rig, I was totally stunned at the size.  He explained that it was custom made and had almost everything a small apartment would have.  About the only thing it didn’t have was a shower and indoor plumbing.  It did however have a chemical toilet for taking a dump.

We pulled out of the truck stop and headed for our pick-up location. I watched as Duke talked with the dock foreman and once we pulled out, I told Duke that I thought the dock foreman was eyeing us both.

He told me that the guy has been dropping subtle hints about having a beer with him when he was in town, and I admitted I wouldn’t mind getting him to join us for a three way. Duke said he liked that idea.

At near noon, Duke looked over at me and asked, “Have you ever had another guy you didn’t know watch you suck cock?”

Smiling at him I said, “Yes, I have.  Why do you ask?”

“Just curious,” he replied. “Mind telling me how it came about?”

“It was at a park back at the end of my senior year of high school. It was closed to the public but guys slipped in and went to the old restroom to have sex.  I was there sucking this hot college football player when a guy probably in his forties came in and started jerking off as he watched.  the football player got turned on being watched and fed me a fucking huge cum load then watched me finish off the older man.  I found out later that the older man was a local fireman.”

“You ever get him again?” Duke asked.

“Oh yea.  We started meeting twice a week and I would suck him dry.  He took mine in his mouth several times and sucked on it a little but never could go all the way but he did feed me some nice big thick loads.”

“I’m curious.  How would you like to have another driver watch you suck me while we pass him?” Duke asked.

“Are you serious?  If your game, then so am I.  How do we do it?”

“I’m going to drop my pants and you work them off my feet. Then, when we start passing another rig, you drop to the floor next to my seat close to my knees and start sucking me.  It will be interesting to see what the other driver does.”

He dropped his pants and I slipped them off him and a short time later we approached a rig that was ahead of us.  Duke said he wanted to pass him first to see if he was young or old.

As we passed, the driver glanced over at us and appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties, and when he saw that Duke was nude from the waist down he was in total shock.  Duke pulled ahead a little and had me get into position, as he gently slowed down.

“Do your thing,” Duke said as the rig started getting even with us.  When the guy was in position to see what I was doing, he grabbed his CB mic and said, “You lucky bastard.”

“You want a turn?” Duke asked back.

“Hell yea,” came his reply.

“Follow us,” Duke said. “When we stop, come on over.”

The driver watched a while then dropped back ad got behind us.  A few miles ahead was a small picnic pull off and Duke pulled in, followed by the other driver.  

In seconds the driver was at the passenger door climbing in.  the three of us went to the sleeper and the driver quickly stripped off his boots and pants.  The name on his shirt said ‘Clay’ and Duke asked, “Clay, have you ever had a guy blow you?”

“That’s the only sex I have on the road.  When my wife asked if I had any pussy get me off on the road, I can honestly tell her ’Nope.’ She don’t need to know I’m letting guys suck me dry.”

I got between Clay’s spread legs and went to work and as I did, he told Duke, “Man, you are one lucky bastard to have one with you and get drained anytime you want, and he’s the best I ever had blow me.”

I soon got the driver’s load and hungrily swallowed every drop. We asked where he was going to be that night and he told us.  Duke smiled and said “We just might see you there.”

“I’d love that,” he said.

Quickly dropping my pants, I turned my back to him and asked, “How would you like to fuck this?”

“Hell yea. I’ve always wanted to fuck a guy in the ass.”

“You know my rig.  Come by after dark,” Duke told him. 

Shortly after dark, I ran into Clay in the café and he asked, “Was he serious about me joining you two in his rig?”

“Come on out to the rig and ask him,” I replied. “The passenger door will be unlocked. Come on in.”

“I’ll be by shortly,” he replied.

I returned to the rig and told Duke that Clay would be by shortly.  

We both immediately stripped and waited.  A few minutes later we heard the door open then close.  A second later Clay stepped back into the sleeper.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Duke said. Clay immediately removed his boots then didn’t hesitate in removing the rest of his clothes.

“When I have been sucked in the past, I have usually just dropped my pants.  I’ve never gotten totally naked before.”

“First time for everything,” Duke said.

Clay sat on the bunk and as he did, I dropped between his hairy legs and slowly began sucking his rising cock and fondling his balls.  

As I did, Duke began to gently kiss him on the cheeks, gradually getting closer to his lips.

As I sucked Clay’s cock, I watched Duke soon get to clay’s lips.  To my surprise, clay didn’t turn away, and as Duke offered his tongue, Clay parted his lips and accepted it then offered his to Duke.

Moments later Clay climaxed and fed me his load. After collecting it in my mouth, Duke leaned toward me and Clay watched as we kissed and shared his huge cum load.

Clay looked at us and smiled, saying, “You two are something else,” then after a moment, said, “May I get personal?”

“I don’t mine if Mark doesn’t,” Duke answered.

“Do guys really fuck each other in the ass?”

“Yes,” Duke replied, “and for most men it is another way of showing affection, either by letting your partner fuck you if that is what he enjoys or by fucking your partner if he enjoys taking it in his ass.”

“If it is done right,” I added, “it can be very pleasurable for both men.”

I saw curiosity in Clay’s face and asked, “Would you like to fuck me?” 

He smiled and said he would. 

Seconds later, Duke was coaching Clay on how to make entry without doing damage. He was a fast learner and soon was steadily but lovingly fucking my ass as we kissed.

After several minutes of fucking me on my back, he paused and said, “I never thought I would say this, but your ass is a hell of a lot better than my wife’s pussy.  I’m about to cum.”

“Do it, Clay.  I want to feel you cum in me,” I told him.   

Seconds later, my ass was filled with his hot thick load and it was awesome.  He topped the experience by giving me a hot wet tongue kiss.

As he slowly pulled out, Duke handed him a wet washcloth to wipe up with if necessary and asked him if he would like to stay and spend the night with us.  Smiling, he said he would.

As we took a break, Clay looked at us and said, “If anyone had ever told me that I would have kissed or fucked another man, I would have called them a liar, but I’ have done it and thoroughly enjoyed both. Now, there is  something left I want to do and that is to suck you both dry, and get fucked.  I want to try it all”

He paused and looked at us and we were both totally stunned but pleased.

Clay smiled and said, “I can see you’re both shocked as hell, but you two are the first to make me feel like a human and not just a sex object, and I admit, over the last few weeks I have become extremely curious and I trust you two not to take advantage of me, so who wants to get sucked first?’

Duke smiled and looked at me and said, “You can go first. I want to watch this time.”  

Clay kissed me passionately, then sucked my nipples before moving to my crotch.  My cock was already rock hard, and I watched as he took a deep breath then slowly swallowed my cock.

He held it in his mouth for a short moment then began to work his mouth off then back on, going balls deep.  For his first time, he was doing a damn good job.  Having a virgin sucking my cock was a huge turn on, and was quickly bringing me to my climax.

“Oh, fuck, Clay, I’m getting close,” I told him, in case he wanted to stop.  Instead, he moaned softly and sucked even faster.

“OH FUCK!” I cried out as my cock exploded in his mouth.

He slowed down and began milking me dry with his mouth.  As he pulled off, I saw him swirl my load around in his mouth then look directly into my eyes, smile, the swallow.

He took a deep breath then looked at Duke and said, “I want yours now.”

He quickly swallowed Duke’s cock and began energetically sucking him dry.  Moments later, Duke climaxed into Clay’s mouth, then Clay eagerly swallowed.

Looking at us, he smiled and said, “If I knew sucking cock was that erotic and the load tasted so good, I’d have been sucking cock a long time ago.  When ever you want it again, let me know.”

I looked at him and said, “I love cum also and if I can’t get a cock to suck, I jerk off and eat my own.”

Duke spoke up and said he did the same.

Clay smiled and said, “Maybe later we can all jerk off and see who produces the most and watch each other eat their own.”

“Clay,” Duke began, “you seem to be getting overly excited about yur new experiences.   What gives?”

“Duke, I realize that I have had these pent up feelings for a while, but with you two, I am finally able to experience them and it is wonderful.  I realize that I love cock but never knew it.  Next, I want to get fucked by both of you.”

I smiled and said, “Well, before you get fucked by either of us, I have to see just how it taste.”

“What?” Clay asked.

“Lay on your back and raise your legs and I’ll show you,” I told him./

He did and seconds later as I licked and drilled my tongue into his virgin hole, he moaned in shear pleasure and said, “Oh, fuck, don’t stop.”

Moments later, Clay was begging me to fuck him and ‘pop his cherry’. I lubed his hole and as I began my insertion, Duke gave him pointers, to make it more pleasurable.  “Relax, and don’t tense up,” Duke told him and advised him on breathing regular and not holding his breath.

He did as instructed and moments later, I leaned forward and said, “Baby, you got every inch of me in you balls deep.”

“Holy shit,” he said as he reached back and felt me in him.

“Now, you ready to get fucked?” I asked.

“Fuck me, stud.  Give me that load.”

As I fucked his hot tight ass, he casually sucked on Duke’s cock.

It didn’t take long for me to climax in this virgin’s tight ass.  As I did, he cried out, “Oh, Fuck!  I can feel your load shooting in me.”

As my cock drained into his ass, I collapsed onto his chest and kissed him passionately.  Duke spoke up and said, “My turn, if you think you can take two in a row.”

“Do it,” Clay replied.  “Add your load to Mark’s.”

Seconds later Duke was fucking Clay’s used ass wildly, with Clay saying he loved it.  Moments later, Duke added his cum load to mine and as he pulled out, cum began to slowly ooze out of Clay’s hole.  We quickly cleaned him up and he admitted that he enjoyed the experience of being fucked in his ass.

After kissing us both passionately, he began dressing to return to his rig, saying that sex with his wife could never compare to sex with another male.  He thanked us for showing him what real affection was like and that sex between males wasn’t dirty or perverted.

We asked when he would be back in the area and he said a week from Wednesday,  Duke smiled and said, that was when we would be back in the area.  They exchanged phone numbers and we agreed to meet at that time.

The next day, Duke began to repeat his suggestions he had made before about me working for him.  He said I would have a job with his trucking company upon graduation and he would get off the road and we would share his house.  

I admitted that it sounded tempting but that we had just met.

“Mark, I know all I need to know about you.  I want you to work for me and be in my life.”

I assured him I would think about it.

We showered and returned to the rig and into bed.  I kept thinking about his offer and the more I did, the more I wanted to spend my life with him.

After a sixty-nine before breakfast,  we hit the road and after a short  time he started laughing.  When I asked what was so funny, he said, “I’m offering you an job and I don’t have any idea what your full name is.”

“I am Marcus John Rivers,” and I gave him my date of birth.

He looked at me with a strange look and asked, “What was your mother’s first name?” 

When  I told him ‘June’, he hit the breaks and quickly pulled into a small rest area we almost passed.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked.

“I have a few more questions before I tell you what’s going on,” he said.

He asked for my grandfathers name and what type work he did, and if I knew when my family moved out of town.

I answered his questions and asked what the fuck was going on.

“Mark, don’t ask any questions.  Just listen to what I have to tell you, then make your own decision. Okay?”

“Yea, I guess so,” I replied.

“Back just before I turned seventeen, I had a sexual relationship with a girl in school that was already seventeen.  Then, about a month or so later, she stopped coming to school and within  days had moved.  One of her closest friends told me that she was pregnant and her parents were scared if it got out she would be arrested for having sex with an underage boy and go to jail. I never heard from her again.  I find it strange that she had the same name as your mom and that your middle name is the same as my first name.”

“Mother fuck!” I exclaimed. “You think there is a chance that you are my dad and I’m your son?”

“Well, your age would be just about right,” he replied.  “There is a way to find out for sure, if you want to.”

“Fuck yea, I want to.  That was the main reason I was in town, searching for my father.”

“Well, then, I need to make a call.  I have a close friend that is a sergeant with the police department that might be able to assist.  He is with the vice department and can hopefully get us some DNA test kits.”

“Does he know your gay?” I asked.

Duke began laughing and said, “Mark, he couldn’t be any more gay if he tried.  He loves getting fucked, double fucked and fist fucked as well as eating cum and drinking from your hose.”

“Damn, he might be fun to have a three way with,” I replied.

He retrieved his phone and made a call.  After explaining things he said thanks and gave him an address.  Afterward, he turned to me and said he was sending test kits to us overnight.

I was super excited with the idea I might have found my father, but even more excited that he loved male sex as much as I did.

The next morning we had our DNA test kits and immediately did what was necessary and sent them back, then waited for Jake to call Duke back.  

We had agreed that I would stay with Duke and ride with him until we found out the results.  He insisted that if the test were positive, that we return to his home base and see his lawyer and put make me his sole heir.

However, while we waited we had even more intense sex with each other and any other hot male we could find, most of which were fellow truckers.

Three days later, we got the call.

Duke put the phone on speaker and we listened as Jake gave us the results.

“Duke, the results are in.  I had them double and triple checked and it is ninety-nine percent positive that the kid is your natural son.  Congratulations, daddy.  I can’t wait to meet him.”

“You will, Jake, this weekend,” Duke told him.

“I love you, dad,” I said as I moved closer and kissed him.

 ”I fucking can’t believe this.  I have a son,” Duke said.

“I wonder what Clay will say when he finds out he has been having sex with a father and son,” I said.

“First things first.  We’re going to see Jake and thank him properly for doing the DNA test, and you will like Jake.  He is all muscle, hairy, lots of tats, and has no limits sexually.”

“Do you mind if I stop calling you Duke and start calling you ‘Dad’?”

“I would love for you to call me dad all the time,” I told him.

“Well, dad, I’ve made a decision.  I’m transferring to the college in town close to you and want to ride with you whenever I’m on break.”

Dad smiled broadly and said, “Son, I would love that. Not only could we be together, but you can start learning the business.”

We continued on to the terminal where dad introduced me around. The next day, we went to see dad’s lawyers where he had them draw up the papers making me his sole heir.

Then, that evening, he asked if I was ready to meet Jake.  I said I was.

Duke called Jake and asked if he wanted some company for the night. He said he did and said, “You know where the spare key is.  Let yourselves in and make yourselves comfortable. I should be therein about an hour or so.”

Dad drove to Jake’s place on the outskirts of town and wn=hen we stepped onto the porch, Dad reached up to the address board and lifted it.  It was hinged on top and behind it was a small nitch containing a spare key.

We let ourselves in and showered together then waited for Jake to arrive. Later, as we sat in the den totally naked watching television, we heard Jake pull into the garage.  He entered from the kitchen in full police department uniform and his physique had it stretched to the max.  I couldn’t remember ever seeing any human with such muscles.

He came over and kissed dad passionately then stepped over to me.  Smiling, he said, “Mark, your dad is one fortunate guy to have a stud son like you. Come give me a kiss and say hello.”

I stepped up and we kissed passionately as I felt his cock rapidly stiffen in his uniform pants.  Grasping my hard cock, he said, “I can’t wait to have that buried in me.”

“You’ll get it,” I told him, “but what do I owe you for helping me find my dad?” 

“For starters, a load of cum in my ass, then later a load in my mouth then wash it down with a hot piss load.  Do that and I’ll consider the bill paid in full.”

“I think I can afford that,” I said with a smile.

After licking my ass then my cock and balls, Jake smiled and told me to lay on the floor.  I did and he grasp my rock hard cock and straddled me and sat on my cock.  Then, leaning forward, told dad to put his cock in his ass with mine.  Seconds later, I felt dad sliding his cock into Jake’s ass along with mine.

“Oh, fuck yea,” Jake said.  “I can’t wait to feel you both shoot your loads up my ass.  Make them cum, Duke.”

Dad began to piston in and out and the feeling of his cock rubbing along the under side of mine was awesome and was steadily bringing me closer to a climax.

It wasn’t long before I said I was getting close.  Dad said he was also but was trying to hold back and shoot off in Jake’s ass at the same time I did.  Seconds later I cried out that I was cumming and dad said he was also.  I could feel his cock erupting against mine and it was such a turn on.

We collapsed and stayed in Jake’s ass for a minute or so before dad slowly pulled out.  When he had, Jake raised up off my cock and quickly put his hand under his ass and collected out loads in his palm.  After a moment, he brought his hand around and licked it totally clean.

Looking at dad, I laughed and asked, “Is this bastard really a vice cop?  Talk about perverted, but I love it.”

“Mark, I really hate having to arrest a guy for doing some of the same things I do, but the difference is that when they get arrested they are doing it in a public place such as a restroom or adult video store.  If they did it behind closed doors in the privacy of their own home then there would be no problem.  People wouldn’t know.”

While dad and Jake talked, I gave Jake a hot full body tongue bath, and I’m not sure who enjoyed it more, me or Jake.

Later, when I said I was going to take a piss, Jake called me over to him.  “Remember, tonight, I’m the urinal. Once I close my lips around it, let the flow begin.”

He took my cock in his mouth and once his lips were sealed around me, I let the flow start.  Eagerly and expertly, he swallowed every drop. Then, later as Duke fist fucked Jake’s ass, Jake and I had a sixty-nine.  Afterward, dad and I returned to his place.  

The following day, Dad took me to the offices of his trucking company and shocked everyone when he introduced me as his son.  He had called a meeting of all employees and after introducing me said, “Ladies and gentlemen, one day this young man will be your boss.  I ask that you show him the same devotion that you do me.”

Everyone congratulated dad and I and welcomed me to the company.  After getting a run back on dads regular route, and we had had lunch, we headed back out, with me loaded down with copies of the company’s financials to study.

We made it back to meet Clay as scheduled. We parked on the lot and had an early dinner and about an hour later, Clay climbed into our rig, finding us both naked in the sleeper.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Duke told him.

“I plan to,” Jake replied, then asked, “Is that job offer working for you still good?”

“Fuck yea, but what made you change your mind?”

“What I found when I got home,” Jake replied as he removed the last of his clothing.

“Okay, fill us in,” Duke said.

“I got home a day earlier that planned.  It was early so I figured I would take the bitch out to dinner.  Her brothers car was in the drive so I went to the door and it was dark and quiet.  I eased in and heard moans coming from the bedroom.  I eased back and she was in bed with her twin brothers who are a year and a half older and their cousin who is the same age as my wife. She was sucking the cousin while one brother was fucking her cunt and the other fucking her ass.”

“Mother fuck!  Are you serious?” Duke asked.

“Oh yea.  She always refused to suck me saying it and anal was gross, yet there she was doing both.  I got some good pics on my phone before walking in on them. The cock she was sucking started shooting and her face was covered with cum.  The guys tried to cover up but I told her she had twenty-four hours to get packed and get out.”

“When I went back the next morning her clothes were gone.  I had a bud make prints of the pictures I took and mailed them to her dad.  “She called my cell and I told her I was filing for divorce and she could have only what she took with her.  Her dad called me and said he was through with her and suspicion something was up since their teens.  Anyway, I’ve changed the locks on the house and put it on the market.  I have already rented a small apartment.”

“It’s ironic that you discover the pleasures received from sex with another male, then discover she is doing what she refused to do with you,” I said.

“Well, I can’t wait to feel one of you in my ass and the other in my mouth, and soon.”

I got into a sixty-nine with Jake while Duke fucked his ass.  After we had all climaxed, dad looked at him and said, “Jake, have you ever thought about having sex with a dad and his son?”

“Fuck!  I bet that would be awesome,” he said.

“Well, you just had it happen, so was it awesome?”

“What the fuck are you saying?”

Dad told him everything and about the DNA test and said it was confirmed that we are father and son.

“That makes sex with you two even hotter that it already was, and since you are father and son, I want to sit back and jerk off while watching a father and son suck and fuck each other.”

“Well, stud, you are going to get our wish.  Sit back, relax, and watch us do out thing,” dad said.

Dad and I performed for Jake, sucking and fucking each other, and he said it was the hottest thing he had ever encountered.

After more hot sex, we dressed minimally and went in for coffee while dad and Jake worked out the details of him coming to work for dad. Until I switched schools, things would remain the same for me.

That was three years ago.  I transferred schools, got my degree, and went to work for my dad. Dad got off the road except for an occasional; trip out.  He said it was to keep himself in tune with the road, but I knew and didn’t mind, that he wanted that sex with a stranger that driving a truck afforded him. Jake come on board as shipping supervisor and occasional relief driver.  

Dad had purchased a large three bedroom home on some acreage where we had complete privacy.  The majority of the year we were able to live nude twenty-four/seven indoors and out. We loved having hot sex out in the open air.

We each had a bedroom for our use when we had a private guest, but almost always we shared the oversize king bed in dad’s bedroom.  Jake still loves watching us enjoy father/son sex.

The End

The Cult of The Pumpkin King

*This chapter is dedicated to my readers! Thanks for all your encouraging words!*

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When Eric awoke from the chloroform, he realized his situation had gotten worse. Not only was he now bound by his hands and feet in the blood/grain covered room, but now he was also naked and was surrounded by multiple hooded figures. His first reaction was to scream, but his mouth was filled with a rag. As things started to become clearer to him, Eric realized he was in serious trouble.

“It’s nice for you to finely join us sweet boy.” said a mellow voice to the left of him.

The figure removed their hood and an older gentleman with white hair and pale skin was revealed to the candlelit room.

“I’m sure you must feel very exposed right now and confused about your predicament, but I assure you, everything will make sense soon.” The man said as he gestured to Eric’s nude body.

A hooded figure nearby pulled put some shears from under its robe and handed them to the older gentleman. The older man smiled at Eric with a sinister meaning behind it.

“Before this ritual can begin, we must first cleanse this vessel’ the man shouted as he looked directly at Eric, “we must trim the unwanted hair from his body.”

With that, he began to move the shears closer to Eric’s pubic region and began to snip away at his bush. Eric could feel his hairs being trimmed little by little. Eric closed his eyes in horror and had hoped that Santos was not suffering a similar fate.

Down in the basement a few of the hooded figures had Santos hog tied. The hooded figures giggled at him in his predicament and continued to dig around the basement for some of Santos’ stuff. Santos was still unconscious and was unable to see his captors.

With a couple more snips of the shears, Eric was now trimmed to the skin on his pubic region. The older man leaned closer to Eric’s flaccid cock and began to blow the excess hair off of it.

“We have waited for you for a long time Eric.”

Eric looked at them in shock. How did they know who he was?

“We have known about you for some time. Everyone knows about the little boy who says he saw The Pumpkin King! And everybody knows about the guy who left town after he said his boyfriend died by The Pumpkin King!”

Eric tried to wiggle free from his restraints, but it was no use. They had tied them so tight his restraints were not going to give out. Eric was able to maneuver his jaw enough to spit out the gag.

“What do you want from me!?” asked Eric.

“We want you. It’s always been you. Ever since that day you destroyed his alter, he’s thought of nothing else but you. He loves you and wants to meet you. But before you can meet him, we have to get you ready to meet our master. He likes his boys to look a certain way.” The older man smiled at him.

“Who are you people?” asked Eric as his voice began to tremble.

“We are servants of our master. We are part of him. We are The Pumpkin King! He waits for us in hell and will rise on Halloween to come claim us. He speaks to us in whispers! He even speaks to you.”

“What are you talking about?” Eric asked as the older man leaned closer to him.

“You really think a ghost brought you here?” the older man asked as he smiled at Eric.

Eric said nothing, but his face gave his expression away. The phone call from Reid, the dream at the library, seeing Reid, that was all The Pumpkin King?

“Our master has great power. He’s imbued with the powers of hell. And once he sings his song to us, we will all follow him into hell.” The older man proclaimed as he laughed with his followers.

Down in the basement Santos had finally come to. He tried to struggle out of his restraints but was unable to wiggle free. He could see the hooded figures across the room from him, but they were still looking for something in some of his old boxes. He knew he had to get to Eric but was unable to break free from his bindings. He felt hopeless.

The time was now 9:30 pm and Tommy Reese had just finished his nightly patrol of the town of Mapleton. Tommy was not a cop that people took seriously. He was tall, lanky, and very much a trailer park cliché of person. He was country thick and thin and was not afraid to show it. He always drove his cop car with his rebel flag and was proud to be from the south. He wanted to be a serious cop, but no job would hire him. The only job that gave him an offer was Mapleton and it was because they were desperate, and Tommy’s father worked up there. Desperate or not Tommy took the job and took it very seriously.

“Come in Santos, this is Tommy over.” Tommy radioed as he continued his drive of the town of Mapleton.

“Santos, this is Tommy come in over.” Tommy tried again and got no response.

“Well shit, he’s probably fucking that visitor, guess I better head on over there then.” Tommy said as he turned his cop car around and headed to Santo’s house.

Upstairs in the house, Eric’s situation got worse. The hooded figures had revealed themselves to be all older naked men and they were all fondling Eric’s restrained body trying to get him aroused.

“You need to get hard Eric, we need to unload you for our master. He wants us to drain you.”

“Get the fuck off of me!” Eric shouted as they continued to fondle his body and work his cock over.

“We will drain you of your willpower!” The older gentleman proclaimed as he finally moved his mouth around Eric’s flaccid member. Eric could only last for so long. The warm wet feel of the man’s mouth was overpowering. He was starting to get aroused.

Down in the basement Santos had caught the attention of the two hooded figures by the boxes. They began to murmur between each other before finally moving closer to Santos. The two figures walked over by Santos and undid his hog tie restraints. Santos was put on his back and watched at the two figures stood in front of him. They did however keep his hands and feet tied together. The two figures removed their entire robes too reveal two older men, fully naked with hairless bodies. Santos recognized one of the older gentlemen to be Earl, Tommy’s father and head of the police force.

“I’m sorry Santos, we didn’t want you involved. You should have left the guy alone. He has a purpose to serve.”

Earl and the other naked man moved closer to Santos. Santos was stilled tied up and was on the floor on his back. He tried to wiggle backwards away from them, but they kept moving closer.

“I don’t want to do this, but my friend here doesn’t want to wait’, Earl said as the two men began to rip off Santos tight white tank top, “we want to have some fun before we all go to hell.”

Earl smiled and the two men began to suck on Santos nipples. Santos wiggled in terror but was still unable to do anything. He was still as helpless as ever.

Tommy had parked his car across the street from Santos’ house. He had seen some shadows from the upstairs bedroom and could make out some weird shapes from living room window. Tommy called Santos’ cell phone but did not get an answer.

“That’s fucking odd. He always picks up. I hope he’s not mad at me or something.” Tommy said as he flicked out his cigarette on the street and unbuckled himself from his car.

The night was silent. The moon was vibrant as ever and had lit up the street. Nothing was moving outside except Tommy as he approached the house. Something was not right, and Tommy knew it.

In the basement, Santos was being tossed around like a salad. Santos was fully naked, and his ass was now spread open by Earl as he was getting pounded by the other man. Santos could feel the roughness of the man’s cock slide into his tight hole. Santos was not enjoying himself. Earl grabbed each asscheek by the handful and would wiggle them violently every so often. He even provided some spit as lube to help the mans cock slide easier into Santos tight bleeding hole.

The man thrusted his hips back and forth and was absent to the screams Santos was giving off. Even though he was muscular and strong, Santos was still new to sex and had never done anal before. He was being opened up wider for the first time. The tears on his face were real but he held his cries for help in. He had to be strong if he wanted to survive.

“My turn!” yelled Earl as he pushed the other man off of Santos.

Santos tried to wiggle Earl off but was hit in the head by the other man. Earl spread both of Santos’ ass cheeks apart and looked at the now red bleeding hole. Earl slowly massage his cockhead by the entrance of the hole and was going to enter him raw.

“You ready?” Earl asked sarcastically.

Santos closed his eyes in order to embrace what would happen next. He knew it was going to hurt and had to accept his fate.

BOOM! BOOM!

The sounds of gun shots filled the basement. Santos quickly turned around as saw a shaking man holding a gun in the distance. The figure walked closer and into the dim light of the basement. It was Tommy and he had shot his dad and another man dead in the head.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOIN ON!” Tommy shouted as he holstered his gun.

Upstairs Eric was no longer able to keep himself soft. The older man was sucking on his cock that his own cock betrayed him. His cock grew and grew until it stood up in its veiny glory.

“See, was that so hard to do for us?” the man asked sarcastically as he continued to suck on Eric’s fully erect cock.

“Ah! Ah!” Eric was unable to contain his moans.

The men were rubbing his nipples, massaging his prostate, playing with ass har, all while he was still getting suck on. Having these many hands on him has never happened to him before and he tried his best to resist, but he couldn’t. The warm hands on his cool skin felt orgasmic.

“Mmm. I finally got some pre-cum. He tastes very sweet.” The man giggled as he licked the pre-cum from Eric’s piss slit.

“Please stop.” Eric protested as he wiggled his body to the touches, he was receiving.

“But you are enjoying it so much. Just cum for us and this will all be over. We have to drain you for master. He wants you to be drained.” The man said as he began to massage Eric’s nut sack

Eric knew he was going to blow his load very soon. He tried to think of all the horrors he had seen the past couple of days, but it was not working. With every touch to his ball sack, every touch to his nipples, and the warm wet mouth that was sucking his cock like a leech was overpowering his ability to think. He was going to cum soon.

“I can feel you twitch Eric. Give us that load!” The man commanded as he began to suck Eric’s pulsating cock violently.

“No…mustn’t ..cum” Eric said as he tried to hold his load in.

BOOM! BOOM!

“What the fuck was that?” the man asked as he stooped his work on Eric’s thick cock.

Eric looked at his captors and saw them distracted. He began to wiggle his right hand free from his binds and hit the older man in the face. Eric tried to undo his other binding, but the other men diverted their attention back to Eric. They held him down and rebound his hand up.

The older man adjusted his face and he gave a sinister look at Eric.

“After all that love, you want to hit me? Well, I think it’s only fair if I hurt you back.” The man pulled out a knife and pressed it nears Eric’s nipple.

“Please no.” Eric protested.

Slice

With a quick flick of the wrist Eric has lost his right nipple.

“Fuck no! Oh my god no!!!!!!” Eric shouted as he convulsed in pain.

The man just smiled as he watched the blood drip from Eric’s nipple all over his body.

“Want a matching set?” The man asked as he moved to other side of Eric.

Eric wiggled as much as he could, but the other men held him still as the man drew his knife closer to Eric’s other nipple. Eric braced for the pain but before anything could happen, he saw a bigger shadow come from behind the men holding him down.

“This is for knocking me out!” Santos shouted as he pumped his shotgun twice.

Boom! Boom!

Two of the men went flying across the bedroom.

“This is for letting your friends rape my ass raw!” again Santos pumped his shotgun twice.

Boom! Boom!

The two other men went flying in the same direction. One even flew out of the bedroom window.

“And this is for fucking up a good night!” Santos gave a wink and the older gentleman went flying across the room with no face.

Santos quickly dropped the shotgun and rushed over to Eric. He covered him up with a sheet and applied some pressure to his now removed nipple. Santos gave Eric a kiss and removed his bindings. Tommy stood in the doorway and watched as his friend just shot a room full of people.

“This is fucking nuts you guys. What the hell is going on?” Tommy asked as he looked at all the naked dead men confused.

“I’ll explain everything later. We need to get out of here. We don’t know if there are any more of those cult guys out there.” Santos said as he helped Eric off of the bed.

“I thought you were dead.” Eric said as he kissed Santos again.

“After what happened to me, I kind of wish I was.” Santos replied as he looked down at the ground.

“Hey, you saved me. No matter what they did too you. You saved me. Don’t forget that.” Eric said as he lifted Santos head up. The two embraced in each other and headed downstairs.

Eric and Santos put on some new clothes and met Tommy in the living room of the house. Santos grabbed his shotgun and some extra shells to take with them.

“Where are we going?” asked Eric as he touched his sore nipple over his grey shirt..

“We need to leave town, that for sure.” Santos said as he loaded his shotgun.

“I’m fine with leaving town, but yall better explain something now.” Tommy demanded as he stomped his foot on the ground trying to act serious.

Santos let out a smile and explained what he could to Tommy. Eric filled in the gaps to the story to help Tommy the best he could.

“Oh. Well I’m not sure how to take it.” Tommy said as he scratched his head in bewilderment.

“Don’t worry Tommy we need to go.” Santos said as he opened the front door of his house.

“That’s all fine and dandy but what about the singing?”

Santos and Eric stopped their movement and they looked at Tommy.

“What do you mean singing?” Eric asked.

“Yall seriously don’t hear that?” Tommy asked as he began to unbutton his police shirt.

“Tommy what are you doing?” asked Santos as he watched Tommy begin to undress himself.

“I’m not sure. It’s like I need to be somewhere. It’s like I need to be with him.” Tommy said as he began to smile with a dopey look on his face.

Tommy stood shirtless, with his pale skin and hairy torso exposed to the both of them. With just his brown pants and shoes on. He looked at Santos and then he looked at Eric.

“He wants us to bring you to him.” Tommy said with a smile.

“Who?” asked Eric with a frightening looked on his face.

“The Pumpkin King.”

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Keeping It Real

What would they talk about? Aidan was dragging his feet a little as he walked from the car to the door. He knocked and waited patiently. In the silence of the evening, he could almost hear his heart beating fast. Nervously, he wiped his palms and smoothed down his suit in the process. He had a mind to turn on his heels and run away, no matter how childish that would look.

Heathcliff opened the door, terminating his internal debate. Aidan had troubles looking up.

“Come in,” Heathcliff said gently and made room for him to walk inside.

He still didn’t look at his host as he passed by him. Heathcliff didn’t make a move to grab him and kiss him the soonest the door was closed like on previous occasions. Instead, he was silent.

They were both silent, and Aidan could feel the quiet resting heavy on his shoulders. He needed to break it.

“I brought the, um, list. Feel free to look over it. This one comes straight from our research lab, as per protocol requirements. I think you will find there everything you need, but, of course, if you have any questions, or you need any assistance, I am available.”

He walked to the nearby table and placed his briefcase on it, to take out the paper and put it carefully on the shiny surface. Heathcliff was still not saying anything, and it was unnerving to be the only one babbling.

“I will look over it. But we have more pressing matters to discuss, about you and me,” Heathcliff eventually said.

Aidan didn’t reply. Instead, he fiddled with the list of ingredients, trying to make it sit flat, and smoothing down a turned corner. What would Heathcliff say next? That he considered their deal a mistake? Would he tease him again and have fun at his expense? Heathcliff wasn’t this cruel, at least not on purpose. Although he had known him for only a few weeks, Aidan was not so biased to hold anything against him that wasn’t true.

“First of all, I apologize.”

Aidan’s ears twitched. Had he heard right? “What for?” he managed to say with some difficulty.

“For teasing you. I see how that isn’t fair. Will you please forgive me?”

Heathcliff’s voice was even, slightly calculated, but seemed profoundly sincere.

“There’s nothing to apologize for. I … well, I believe I exaggerated.”

“All right. I have a mind to tell you that maybe your reaction was warranted given the situation, but I won’t pretend that I know that better than you.”

Aidan turned to look at Heathcliff. “Where is Heathcliff Stone? Are you perhaps a doppelganger?”

Heathcliff began laughing. “Now who’s teasing who?”

Aidan smiled. He felt awkward enough without Heathcliff getting all serious. In a way, Heathcliff had never dealt with someone like Aidan, inexperienced, never having been in a relationship, and all that jazz. But the thought that he could be the one to make the famous influencer all serious and maybe a bit nervous seemed ludicrous. It was up to him to diffuse the situation.

“I’m sorry I walked out. Just that … Can I just ask for one thing?”

“Sure,” Heathcliff replied.

There was plenty of distance between them, but Aidan could sense Heathcliff’s presence, filling the room, like it was all around. It didn’t feel overpowering, but reassuring and comfortable in a way.

“Let’s just keep it real. We have a deal, right? I mean, we’re both getting what we want without any of these … complications. I know you’re a natural teaser, and it’s not fair of me to tell you this, but could you please stop teasing me?”

“Done,” was the curt reply.

“Um, okay,” Aidan said.

Why did he feel disappointed? Wasn’t it what he wanted, for Heathcliff to stop telling him he liked him without meaning it? Maybe he wanted Heathcliff to tell him he liked him while meaning it. But that was not possible. So he needed to settle for this.

“But I want something in return,” Heathcliff said.

“Of course.”

“I want you to tell me what you would like to get from this deal of ours. So far, it has been only about me and what I wanted. I want to hear you speak up.”

Aidan blushed. “Um, I’m not sure –”

“Are you comfortable sleeping here most nights? Do you want your weekends to be free of me? Are there things we did that you’re not comfortable with? Should I stop calling you bunny boy?”

“No!” Aidan almost slapped one hand over his mouth. “I mean, I have nothing against you calling me whatever you want.”

“Even if it’s Sparky?” Heathcliff wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

Aidan rolled his eyes. “Maybe we could do without Sparky. The other things, I guess they’re fine, too.”

“You guess?” Heathcliff looked him right in the eyes. “You should be sure.”

Heathcliff was only fair, but it was hard for Aidan to go ahead and admit what he wanted. For as long as Heathcliff had been the one to push the boundaries between them, he had been so busy trying to build fortifications made of sand that he had forgotten what his heart truly wanted.

His heart just had to suck it up, but that didn’t make Aidan feel like less of a fraud. He was like a burglar sneaking inside a house, riding the fridge, stealing the valuables, and ready to bolt at the first sign of a key twisting in the door. An honest person would have admitted to his feelings. Aidan was afraid to do that. As much as nice a person Heathcliff seemed to be, being told by some inexperienced guy that he was his crush could not make him too happy. Or worse, it could make him feel entitled to Aidan’s feelings without returning anything more than a bit of teasing.

He looked ahead with confidence he didn’t actually have. “I am sure. I enjoy spending time with you, Stone. There are worse ways to spend my time, I guess.”

Now he behaved like an entitled brat. Were he Heathcliff, he would send himself packing that very moment. Yet, nothing of the kind happened. He risked one straight look at his host, and his heart beat faster.

It wasn’t only that Heathcliff was handsome. That was a given, and Aidan knew that. What he didn’t realize was that Heathcliff could smile like that. It wasn’t a smirk or a satisfied grin. It was … He had no idea how to describe it. It made him feel like he was the only one for Heathcliff, that very moment. There wasn’t one ounce of teasing in that smile. Only fondness, with a dash of melancholy. It suited him, and it was not the first time that Aidan thought Heathcliff deserved his very romantic monicker, given by his mom.

It was intense, too, even in its endearing undertones, and Aidan had to keep himself from walking over to him and wrap his arms around him.

Damn. The thing he feared most had happened anyway. He was falling, and maybe he hadn’t yet hit rock bottom, but if things went like that, that would happen sooner rather than later.

But maybe it wasn’t so bad, Aidan thought, as they continued to look at each other, without feeling for a moment that the silence between them was awkward or anything like that. He deserved a first love, after all, and, while maybe it wouldn’t be heroic like in some tragic love story, it would definitely be hopeless.

“Would you like something to eat?” Heathcliff was the first to speak.

What could he complain about? They would just keep it real. And the fact that Aidan was secretly crushing on his bed partner of convenience would be well kept under wraps. In the meantime, he could just as well enjoy himself.

“What’s cooking?” he said playfully.

“Come with me, and you will see.” Heathcliff offered his hand, and Aidan hurried to take it. “Then we’ll sleep. I believe I tortured you enough.”

Aidan wanted to protest, but he felt a bit drained. Maybe playing around with your crush was meant to be exhausting.

***

Heathcliff had a mind to congratulate himself for keeping from shouting from the top of his lungs how cute Aidan was and tell him again how much he liked him. But the series of trials was just starting. Even if Michael had told him he could have fun with his bunny boy in the bedroom, he believed it a sign of good faith only to keep his hands and other wandering parts of his anatomy away from Aidan’s delicious rump. At least, for the time being. Bunny boy had to come and tell him directly what he wanted. If that meant waiting for who knew how long, he felt brave enough to do so without complaining.

“Heath,” Aidan called hesitantly, “are we just going to sleep?”

“Yes,” he replied promptly.

“All right. Just checking.”

Aidan could not hide the disappointment in his voice at all, and that was more than satisfying. Bunny boy needed to show that he wanted to be with him, too. That meant he needed to voice his desires, loud and clear.

With that decision in mind, Heathcliff leaned over and kissed Aidan quickly on the cheek. “Good night, Aidan,” he said softly.

“Good night,” Aidan replied and sighed right away.

Heathcliff pretended not to notice. Aidan had the ball in his court. Now he needed to learn how to play without a coach since that was his decision.

He was almost asleep when a timid hand came to rest on top of his. Good thing Aidan could not see him smiling. Maybe that was the rule to apply with shy pets. A good owner knew to let them get accustomed to the environment and their master in due course.

It would be painful to sleep in the same bed with that handsome young man. But Heathcliff had always been ambitious. If that were what had to be done, he would embrace it without protests or delays.

***

Heathcliff woke up without the clock as he never had problems with oversleeping. He would follow the routine of preparing breakfast after his focusing exercises for the day and then wake up Aidan, too.

That sounded like a plan, but Aidan was wrapped entirely around him, one arm and one leg thrown over him, in a very possessive gesture. He wanted to laugh so hard, but he would wake up the sleeping beauty in his bed if he were to do that.

Aidan’s head rested on his shoulder, and Heathcliff turned very slowly, trying to get a good look at him. What could he have seen in guys like the Matts and Hans of the world? Aidan was really beautiful, and somehow Heathcliff was thankful that others hadn’t noticed the same thing. Of course, advertising experts would have said that Aidan’s face was a bit too soft to be manly, that his eyes weren’t piercing or magnetic, and the average boy next door look never really sold anything.

But Heathcliff found that look perfect. Aidan would grow into a manlier version of himself, as his body was strong and his muscles were harmonious. For now, he was a cute bunny, and Heathcliff wanted nothing more than to watch him grow. He had a feeling he would love all the different versions of his sweet bunny boy.

Now, though, there was the pressing matter of leaving the bed without waking Aidan up. He first took one hand gently and pushed it away, placing it carefully by Aidan’s side. The leg was more difficult, and, when he touched it, Aidan just wrapped it tightly around his, and threw his arm over his chest again.

Heathcliff chuckled, but the laughter died the moment Aidan pushed his knee higher and began rubbing it against his crotch.

Well, that wasn’t planned. Heathcliff needed to be proactive. Aidan murmured something in his sleep and moved his hand, too, finding quick purchase in Heathcliff’s naked pec. Maybe sleeping in just a pair of shorts hadn’t been that great an idea. Aidan began squeezing Heathcliff’s chest and sighed happily.

Had it been anyone else, Heathcliff would have suspected some foul play. But this was Aidan, even more innocent in his sleep than when awake, seeing how much he wanted to project the image of a perfect yuppie that wasn’t fazed by anything.

He was a simple man, after all. Between the knee pushing against his crotch and the hand giving his pec a sensuous slow massage, his cock was getting hard. So he tried to move on one side, taking Aidan’s hand from his pec with as much gentleness as he could manage.

The moment he turned toward his bed partner, Aidan’s head rested against his chest. Heathcliff caressed the soft chestnut hair slowly, and Aidan made a small sound of contentment.

He was about to call for bunny boy and wake him up when he felt bold lips latching against one of his nipples. Heathcliff sighed. And he had wanted so much to behave.

***

Pleasant dreams were not that common, and he could not remember dreaming too often. This one was particularly nice, no, actually, pretty awesome, as he had Heathcliff entirely at his disposal, and the man was encouraging him to do as he pleased.

Aidan didn’t know he had a particular obsession with male nipples, but he wanted to taste Heathcliff so much. Seeing how the dream version of the fitness guru was not the usual domineering character from real life, Aidan thought it better to indulge as much as he could.

“Aidan, wake up,” a stern voice called for him.

After several seconds of utter confusion, he eventually opened his eyes. He blinked and gasped, seeing Heathcliff hovering over him, with a serious expression etched on his face.

“Oh, is it late?” Aidan shook his head, trying to get rid of that naughty dream from earlier.

Heathcliff had one leg between his and was pressing against his semi. Aidan had to rethink that. It wasn’t a semi, it was a full-blown erection, and Heathcliff rubbing it like that only made the situation more difficult for him.

“Were you dreaming something?” Heathcliff eyed him suspiciously.

“Earth to Stone, am I late for work?” Aidan protested, then blushed and quickly looked away.

The only way to deal with that man was to pretend he wasn’t disturbed by anything, including a muscular thigh torturing his aching cock.

“No, that you’re not.” From Heathcliff’s voice, Aidan could tell he was amused. “But I must ask: have you been weaned recently or you were just dreaming of sucking my tits?”

Aidan was sure his face was going through various shades of purple that very instant. “Are you pulling my leg, Stone?”

“C’mon, bunny boy, it’s a simple question. What were you dreaming about?”

“I wasn’t dreaming of anything! I mean, how many people recall what they dream? Not too many.”

“Well, let me fill in the gaps,” Heathcliff said and moved his thigh against Aidan’s cock again, making him grunt. “I was trying to wake up, see about my business, and a certain cute pet was all over me.”

Aidan was now pretty horrified with his lack of self-control. Heathcliff could lie, but while that was possible, it wasn’t also probable. He had thought his dream was a bit too vivid. “Sorry,” he mumbled.

“Don’t ‘sorry’ me, bunny boy,” Heathcliff said slowly, his voice snakelike and hypnotizing. “I wanted so much to be good, and let you sleep while I went to make breakfast, and there you were, a knee in my balls, one hand over one tit, and your mouth on the other, sucking on it like you were expecting it to give milk.”

“Oh, fuck,” Aidan closed his eyes. “Could you just go about your business and let me here to drown in my own shame?”

“No can do, cutie.” Heathcliff laughed. “You teased the hell out of me, and now you’re going to assume responsibility.”

Aidan opened one eye. “What do you have in mind?”

“I have something for you to suck that will not let your efforts go to waste.”

Aidan gulped. “Do you want me to suck your cock?”

“Of course I do. Let me rephrase that. You’re not leaving the bed until you do.”

“Okay,” Aidan replied with more enthusiasm than he wanted to show.

Heathcliff was quick to move and straddle his chest. His cock pulled free from his shorts, he used it now to tap a playful rhythm against his lips. Aidan put his tongue out and began licking the head to the best of his abilities.

He liked Heathcliff’s taste, and he had just teased the guy before when talking about acquired tastes and whatnot. Now he could use this opportunity to taste to his heart’s content.

Heathcliff adjusted his position so that he could pump his cock inside Aidan’s mouth in a slow rhythm. Aidan enjoyed this a lot, especially since he could sneak his hands under Heathcliff’s shorts and play with his muscular ass.

Fleetingly, he wondered what Heathcliff would do if he found Aidan one morning trying to hump him dry. Would he offer his ass then? People could dream, Aidan concluded and put his energy and enthusiasm into sucking the delicious cock in his mouth like it was the tastiest lollipop he’d ever tried.

Heathcliff was moving his hips slowly, and Aidan could tell that he was trying to avoid pushing too much. Aidan felt a bit disappointed in himself for not being able to swallow the hard cock deeper. So he used his tongue to lick everywhere and hopefully enhance the sensations for the other.

At the same time, he could feel his cock aching from too much mental stimulation. Nothing and no one was touching it right now, and he could not reach it anyway. For now, he needed to focus on the other’s pleasure, as hard as that was.

He squeezed Heathcliff’s ass cheeks, imposing the rhythm he felt comfortable with. It looked like Heathcliff wasn’t bothered with being handled. Maybe Heathcliff was using him to get off, but Aidan knew that it was a fantasy come true to suck off the man that he had been crushing on for a while now. Preferably, he would do it in all possible positions, and this one was great since he could play with Heathcliff’s ass.

Could he dare? He didn’t have enough leverage from his position to be too daring, so he settled for moving his hands lower and touch Heathcliff’s taint with his fingertips. A small grunt from above told him he was doing the right thing.

Heathcliff was as sensitive there as he was, and that thought was making him happy. At some point, he would ask Heathcliff to let him touch more. For now, he hoped he would get off Heathcliff, and maybe he would get a handjob in return.

“You’re so good, Aidan,” Heathcliff praised him.

Aidan moved his hands, still partially busy with teasing the taint, but one eventually reached Heathcliff’s balls and wrapped around their base, pulling backward. Heathcliff’s breathing grew quicker, and his hips moved a bit erratically. Aidan released the tight balls in his hand to let them slap a little against his chin.

Without deepthroating all the way, he was getting better at this, he thought and shuddered as Heathcliff began to spurt inside his mouth thick ropes of tasty cum. He swallowed as he could, and let the excess flow down his chin and on his chest.

Heathcliff finally pulled away and took a look at him. Aidan was breathing hard, and he was sure he looked like a mess, but at this point, he couldn’t be made to care.

“Wow, bunny boy, just wow,” Heathcliff said with a broad grin. “I was right to tell you were a fast learner. Look at you, taking my cock like a champ. We’ll work on that swallowing technique, but you look pretty damned good like this, so I can’t complain. Do you mind if I hit the shower first really quick?”

Aidan nodded, and then he frowned. What the hell? Was he getting nothing? He looked down at his own cock, no way near getting soft, and tenting his shorts.

“What’s the matter, bunny boy?” Heathcliff asked, in his signature teasing voice. “Do you want to say something?”

Aidan threw him a murderous look and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yeah, I mean, like what the hell?”

“What do you mean?” Heathcliff raised his eyebrows, and his eyes were laughing even more than his mouth.

“I’m hard!” Aidan pointed out and grabbed his cock.

“And? You have to say it loud and clear, bunny boy.”

Aidan felt his courage fading. He blushed furiously, looked away, and eventually said, “Suck me off, too.”

“Louder, I don’t think I heard you,” Heathcliff said with a small laugh.

Aidan revolted. “Stone, I’m going to stuff your mouth with my cock until you choke.”

“Hmm, that sounds like a promise.”

“It’s a threat.”

“It’s a promise I expect you to honor,” Heathcliff said, and with one fluid move, he pulled Aidan by his legs, bringing him on the end of the bed.

Aidan didn’t have time to protest anymore, as Heathcliff pulled his shorts down quickly, and swallowed his cock fast, right to the hilt.

“Fuck me,” Aidan moaned and grabbed the sheets with both hands to keep himself from just pushing his hips up and cutting Heathcliff’s air supply, as promised.

Heathcliff withdrew just a little. “Put your money where your mouth is, Aidan. Fuck my mouth and put me in my place if you think you can.”

Aidan pushed himself on his elbows and stared at Heathcliff. The sexy devil was playing with his cock, keeping it from the base and slapping his tongue lazily with it. Not without hesitation, Aidan moved one hand to place it around Heathcliff’s nape and pulled him toward his cock.

“Suck me off,” he whispered. “Please.”

Heathcliff’s eyes twinkled, but their owner finally decided that too much teasing was a bad thing. Aidan held Heathcliff’s head, pretending to push him down on his cock, although he was sure Heathcliff was doing an excellent job on his own.

It didn’t take him long. Between the embarrassment of waking up to Heathcliff witnessing his naughty dreams first hand, and giving a sloppy blowjob that had made him rock hard, he could not control himself.

“Fuck, please, take me deep,” he begged as he pushed his hips off the bed, and fucked Heathcliff’s mouth.

Unlike him, Heathcliff didn’t spill a drop. Aidan was still moaning softly, making a small whirring sound like a broken machine when Heathcliff stood up and towered over him.

“You have no idea how to dominate someone in bed. You’re too damned cute.” Heathcliff laughed, and Aidan closed his eyes tightly, hoping the teaser would take the hint and walk away. “You’re still a mess, so come hit the shower. I’ll use the other bathroom so that you can take your time.”

“Aren’t you going to wash me or something?” Aidan mumbled.

“I think you’re big enough to take showers by yourself. Plus, if I get in there with you, you might be late for work. Also, I won’t send you off on an empty belly.”

“All right, good thinking,” Aidan said and gave Heathcliff a weak thumbs-up. “Can I lie here for a while, then?”

“Sure. Just don’t make me come for you when I finish preparing breakfast. Let’s say that this little session would look like a snack compared to the full-course meal I’ll be in the mood for if I catch your perfect bubble butt still slacking off in my bed.”

“It’s a good enough threat so that I can’t ignore it,” Aidan admitted.

Heathcliff left the room laughing. What had he been so scared the day before? Aidan could not remember. All was good in this part of the universe. The teasing had been kept to a minimum, he had made a fool of himself, but Heathcliff had turned it into something hot and sexy, just like him, and he would actually eat breakfast before leaving for work. What more could he ask for?

***

“I suppose I should be off now,” Aidan said, his hand on the doorknob.

“Have fun slaving for the man,” Heathcliff replied with a small smirk, hands in his pockets, looking his usual gorgeous self.

Aidan had a mind to joke, and ask his generous host, whether it would be better to slave for him, instead but stopped himself in time.

“What? No witty comeback?” Heathcliff teased him.

“I’d rather not. Seeing what great food you make, I would sound ungrateful if I tried to insult you.”

“Insult me? How?”

“By asking you … ah, never mind,” Aidan said quickly. “I’ve already told you. You’re a slave driver anyway.”

“That’s not an insult, bunny boy. It’s a compliment.”

“Oh, is it? Well, I assume that, with you, being told that you’re domineering and you always have your way is never a problem.”

“But you like me like that,” Heathcliff pointed out.

“It’s a package deal with an awesome home chef and a great …” Aidan trailed off. What could be the right words to describe what they were? “… business partner.”

“Business partner,” Heathcliff repeated after him, forgetting, it seemed, to add a question mark at the end. “Because of our deal, of course.”

“Thank you for, um, understanding the situation. I bet it would be funny for you to make me fall for you, but I don’t work that way.”

Aidan cursed himself internally. He was running his mouth, and he somehow knew that it was not a good idea to do that. Maybe he was giving Heathcliff all kinds of ideas on how to torture him.

“You mean, you don’t fall for guys? Ah, so you’re heartless,” Heathcliff joked.

“I didn’t mean that. Well, I need to go,” Aidan pointed at the door as if it was a portal to a different dimension.

One where he could escape Heathcliff’s hypnotizing gaze.

“Aren’t you forgetting something? And just when I thought I had you well trained.”

Aidan stared a little at Heathcliff. Then, when he noticed the opened arms, he understood and hurried to hug Heathcliff shortly and kiss him on the lips. He wanted to make it playful and short, but it was obvious the other party involved had other ideas. One hand wrapped around Aidan’s waist, the other coaxing him gently into another kiss while caressing his cheek, Heathcliff appeared to like long goodbyes.

“Come here tonight?” Heathcliff asked, and stared Aidan into his eyes.

Like he could say ‘no’ to that. Heathcliff pampered him in all possible ways. If that was a trap, he was walking gladly into it.

“As long as we keep it real,” he replied.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” Heathcliff whispered into his ear, and then patted his ass to move and leave for work.

This side of real looked pretty damned good.

TBC

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(I wrote Part 1 recently, the lead-in to this, the remainder of the story.  What follows was written several years ago, not long after I finally met someone who was willing to let me be me, and to help me abandon the demons which had held me back for so long.  I had to put this down before I lost the memory and the joy I felt that night.  It is written similar to a letter, a thank you for one man’s patience)

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You stood before me as I unbuckled your belt and popped the button at your waist.  I slowly opened your fly and slid your jeans to your knees.  I held the legs while you stepped out.  I was mesmerized by the bulge in you boxers, your dick half-hard and I wanted to see it so badly. 

You smiled at me, asking if I was sure I wanted to do this.  I think I mumbled something like, “Uhh, yes, I think I do”, but inwardly I was certain without a doubt.  The years that I had waited for this moment had seemed interminable.  Unless you were to pull your jeans back on and walk out, this was going to happen. 

You seemed to sense my timidity, lifting my gaze from your crotch saying, “Go ahead, don’t be afraid.  Touch it, it doesn’t bite”.  With that, I cupped your scrotum with one hand as I gently pushed you into the chair behind you.  As you sat, I felt along the backs of your calves, my hands stopping momentarily to massage the back of your knees.  My fingers trembled as they trailed across your thighs to reach inside the hem of your shorts.  I used my elbows to nudge your legs apart.  I caressed the cheeks of your buttocks, wondering what to do next, at last deciding to do what I knew would feel good to me. 

I dropped my face to your groin, sensing for the first time the warmth and musk of another man.  My lips parted and I placed them against the cloth of your boxers, tracing the outline of your cock, blowing warmly.  Your manhood twitched and I felt my own throbbing, but right now I only had time for one cock and I picked yours.  I slipped my thumbs inside the elastic waistband and pulled on your boxers as you lifted your hips.  Your shorts slipped to the floor and your cock jumped free, now nearly fully erect and I found my lips inches from your cock.  It was beautiful and I so wanted to feel it inside me.

You asked once again if this was what I wanted, but by now you were as certain as I that I no longer had any choice in the matter.  I took you in my hand and forced myself to go slowly, entirely the opposite of what I wanted to do.  I stroked you as I lifted your dick to expose your sack.  I lowered my lips and tasted it.  For the very first time my lips were pressed against another man’s sex and it tasted incredible and I was filled with lust far beyond the night of the dream which had brought me to this moment.  My lips parted and I took a testicle into my mouth.  Sucking softly, I turned it around in my mouth, savoring it and the wrinkled skin which encapsulated it.  Your scent was strong and I was in rapture.  Dropping the one, I took the other ball and gave it a similar treatment. 

I remember it being so tremendously difficult for me to not go straight for your cock.  I wanted badly to be a good little cocksucker and wanted to bring you along slowly, the way I enjoy it.  Your manhood was twitching so I thought I must be doing something right.  I looked into your eyes and asked anyways, “Is this okay?  Will you teach me to be a good cock sucker”?

You smiled again, saying “Just do what you’re doing and do what you’d like done for you”.  “For a beginner, you’re doing just fine”.

I smiled back, lifting your balls to expose the perineum.  I placed my tongue flatly across the base of your scrotum and licked strongly along the seam.  I tasted the sweetly salty skin once more as I slowly drew my tongue against the underside of you shaft, feeling a man’s cock against my lips and tongue for the very first time.  It was so incredibly sensuous and I recall being so incredibly hard.  I paused at the frenulum to lick and nibble at the soft loose skin with my lips.  The head of your dick was pressed against my cheek and I I could wait no longer to fully take you into my mouth. 

Gathering saliva and licking my lips, a small, clear drop of pre-cum appeared at your slit.  Capturing the droplet with my tongue, I smeared it around the tip of you penis.  I remember a touch of sweetness and I wanted more.  Slick with saliva, pre-cum, and my desire to taste you, your cockhead slipped easily into my mouth.  My lips surrounding the crown, I felt and tasted and delighted in the feel and flavor of your cock.  The rubbery glans was warm and smooth and I loved the texture.  What I was feeling was the most satisfyingly sexual experience of my life.  I was holding another’s cock in my mouth, it felt good, it felt right, and at that moment, I could not have cared who knew.

I withdrew my lips and looked at the purplish-pink head, glistening with my saliva, the corona flaring.  My head bobbed back onto your hardness, this time taking another inch or so and the head pressed against my cheeks.  Your penis was so very warm in my mouth, a sensation I’d never thought about and certainly did not expect.  It was delicious, waring me to my soul.  My tongue swirled against the shaft as I softly sucked and began stroking its length with my lips, being quite careful to keep my lips over my teeth.  I could not believe I was at last sucking a cock and I knew immediately that it would not be my last.

You placed a hand atop my head, steadying me as your hips began to rock.  My nose brushed against your pubis as you pushed your entire length into me, triggering my gag reflex.  I looked to you as you smiled and let me, reluctantly, remove your stiffness from my mouth.  As I did, I felt my teeth brush the rim of your crown.  I felt myself flush as I mumbled, “Sorry”. 

Again you understood, saying “It’s fine, just relax… it gets easier with practice”.  I was far harder on myself, expecting to be a great cocksucker on my first try and determined not to let it happen again.

“Just go slowly for a bit”, you told me.  “Just lick and kiss my shaft and the tip for a bit”.  I nodded and began to do as you instructed.  I ran my tongue along the sides of your dick, taking the tip into my mouth as I reached the top, then down the other side, sliding my wet lips along your delicious cock.  I started to kiss and suck on the soft skin beneath the tip.  Knowing how I enjoy brushing my moistened fingers across my frenulum when I masturbate, I hoped you would like it too.  You must have, because you pushed yourself against my lips and moaned, “that’s nice”.  Another drop of pre-cum appeared and I lapped it up.  It was warm and sweet and I began to think how much I wanted to taste your full load of cum.

Before I began, I wasn’t sure how I would react if I were able to bring you to orgasm with my mouth.  I really wanted to, but wasn’t sure if I could; if I could, would I want to take it in my mouth?  After tasting the delightful appetizer that seeped from your cock, I knew that I wanted it all.

You pushed your cock back into my mouth and began to rock again.  More gently this time as I grasped your dick and began to stroke as I sucked.  I pushed my lips over the crown as I stroked downward, tightening them against your head as I withdrew.  My tongue danced against the underside.  Sucking sounds announced each time you popped from my lips.  I looked toward you as you lay back and I knew that I was bringing you pleasure.  You began pushing more urgently, softly moaning, “yesss, that’s it.  Keep sucking, just like that…”.  And I did, and you moaned again.

I could feel your cock begin to throb more rapidly, your ass cheeks were clenching and I could sense a tightening across your abs.  “I’m nearly there”, you told me, “I’ll pull out and finish”. 

“NO!”, I managed to blurt from my cock-stretched lips, somewhat more forcefully than I’d intended.  I slowed my sucking just enough to say, “I want to take it!  I want it all in my mouth!”

You laughed and said, “Okay, my lovely cocksucker, you can have it all in the mouth”.  I resumed my rapid sucking, licking and pumping against your cock as I felt it flex in my hand, the head flaring against my cheeks.  You held my head as you pushed forward with your hips, driving into my waiting mouth.  Your cock erupted and I felt a gush of creamy warmth against my tongue and I wrapped my lips tightly against your shaft. 

A hot, milky jet splashed against the roof of my mouth… and I felt so wonderfully, incredibly, spectacularly ecstatic!  You continued to push against my lips; more streams of warm cum filled my mouth.  I savored its feel and texture; its taste not unpleasant… a magnificent elixir if for no other reason than that I had ached for this moment for so long.  Another man’s cock filled my mouth and I was tasting his juices… and I felt fulfilled as I swallowed your nectar.

Despite my efforts, a small dribble of semen escaped from the corner of my lips.  It slid along the side of your shaft and I lapped it away, relishing its sweetness again before I swallowed.  Your cock twitched again, a last droplet appearing at the slit.  I sucked hard, not wanting to miss a drop.  I took your softening erection and licked the shaft.  I nibbled at your thigh and along the base of your cock, not wanting this to end. 

I laid my head in your lap, your softening dick rested against my nose and your balls became a pillow for my chin.  I reveled again in your musky scent, more intense now.  I thought about what had just happened and how immensely pleasurable it was.  I thought of where I’d been and how long it had taken to reach this moment.  I thought of Brucie, wishing I’d had the courage to meet with him, and wondered how different my life might have been.  And, I thought how much I wanted to suck your cock again and again.  It wouldn’t happen.   There have been many others, but yours was the first.   

You lay back, sighed softly and said, “Oh god… that was nice”.  Yes, yes it was.

Friday evening, a hair before seven, and I was in the Nine Ballz gay bar with the father of one of my straight buds waiting for a couple of his friends to join us.  We’d spent the past hour and change driving around in his buddy, Kenneth’s, green Cadillac while Kenneth stripped me naked, then fucked my mouth and my ass in the back seat.  [Mister Collier’s Friends: Kenneth ]  I was still sexually buzzed off that ride and sporting a hard-on that felt like it was going to rip through my jeans at any second.

Mr. C got us fresh drinks and we went back to the pool table and started a game.  We weren’t there long before George, a middle-aged salt and pepper haired guy I’d met the first time Mr. C brought me here [Mister Collier Gives Me a Ride], came back and sat down to watch.  I was lining up a difficult shot, bent over the table, when Mr. C came over, bent beside me and put his hand on my ass.  My dick throbbed and for one crazy moment I thought I was going to pop a load.  Mr. C spoke softly into my ear, fondling me, “George likes to watch.  He’s married and doesn’t participate.  But he watches and occasionally jerks off when he does.  Take the shot slow and easy.”  Then he patted my ass and stepped back.

Mr. C ran the table after I missed that shot, then got fresh drinks for me and George while I racked for another game.  Mr. C’s buddies, the rest of our small party, arrived at around seven-forty-five.  I remembered Roger, a short, skinny blonde man with a rough but attractive face and short hair.  He was wearing jeans and a denim jacket, open to reveal his bare, toned chest.  He looked to be early 40s but was 52.  The other I didn’t recognize, though both he and Mr. C assured me I’d met him the first time I’d been at the bar.  He was Ted Anderson and was a couple inches taller than me with an average build and short black hair and was early 40-something.  He was good-looking [he reminded me a little of Guy Williams, the dad on Lost in Space and television’s Zorro] and wore jeans, a dark shirt and a trench coat. He told me Mr. C had said I was 18, but that I looked older.  Then he smiled and said, “You look 19.”  Which got a chuckle out of George and a “Not nearly!” out of Roger.  We finished our drinks, Mr. A bought another round and we played a 2v2 game of pool, Mr. C and Roger vs me and Mr. A and left around eight-thirty, Roger and Mr. A together and me with Mr. C.

We went to Roger’s home, a nice two-story with a garage.  Mr. Collier parked in the garage and told me to strip to shirt and jock and come in.  He didn’t wait for me. 

When I went in, Mr. Collier was in the kitchen, mixing drinks, still dressed except for his jacket.  Roger, stripped to the waist, was talking with him.  He had a nice, toned body.  Mr. C greeted me with a vodka and Coke, “Looking great, Val.  Drink and judge.”  I took a good drink and told him it was great.  Roger came over and patted my ass, “Good to see you again,” then ran his hand up my leg, under my shirt, and caressed my ass, “and lookin’ forward to seein’ more of you.”  Mr. C topped my glass with vodka and told me to go join Mr. Anderson in the living room, “We’ll be there shortly.”

It was a nice sized room with leather furniture and a 16mm projector on a china cabinet.  It was on and playing gay porn loops.  Mr. A [I called him Ted and he told me to call him Mr. Anderson for now] was on the center of the sofa watching, stripped to his shorts.  He had light body hair and slight love handles.  He patted the sofa to the right of him, “Sit down, Val.”

He put his arm around my shoulders, “Do you enjoy pornos?”  I said I did, and he smiled, “I bet you do.” He took my glass, gave me a drink, and put it on a coaster, then ran his left hand up my leg, stopping just short of my jock.  He fondled my thigh, “What do you like to watch most?”  “Cock sucking, I–” He moved his hand to my cheek, “Mm, they get you hot, huh baby?  Yeah, that turns me on too.”  He leaned over and kissed me, sucking my tongue for a few seconds, then probing my mouth with his tongue as he stroked my jaw.  He moved his hand back to my thigh and fondled my jock pouch, “Of course, getting my dick sucked is even better, I’m sure you agree.  Take a good drink.  Especially by a pretty boy like you.”  He handed me my glass and I drank a third of it.  I was getting really buzzed. 

He pushed his shorts down, pulled me close and put my hand on his semi-hard cock.  I grasped it and started working it to its full 7.5 or thereabouts length.  He had a very nice cock and big balls.  Mr. A pulled me against him and stroked my hair.  “I thought you’d like that.  Go ahead.”  He moved my hand away and spread his legs, “Slow.”

I slipped his cock halfway into my mouth and, to my complete delight, felt it suddenly fully engorge.  I moved my tongue across the hard, pulsing shaft and took as much of it as I could, paused, then began slowly riding it, moving my head up and down, taking half the length, withdrawing it to the head and taking a little more into me with each pass.  I fondled his heavy balls, grasped his shaft and increased the speed just a little.  I took it out and stroked it lightly, licking and kissing and sucking the beautiful pink head.  Mr. A moved my hand away from it.  I took it into my mouth until I felt it prodding my throat, sucked at it, withdrew it and took it deep—not quite as deep—again, out to the head and in, faster, but not fast.  I held the shaft again and he pulled my hand away a little roughly and slapped my head lightly, “Don’tdo that.  Just your mouth.”  Then he patted my cheek, “Get on the floor.  Get between my legs.  Now.”

I knelt between his legs and kissed his balls, sucked them gently, licked his shaft and told him I hadn’t meant to jack him off, that I was just holding it.  He brushed my hair and I took his cock back into my mouth, braced my hands on his legs and began sucking again, a little faster, a little hungrier for the taste of his splooge and eager to please him.  A few minutes of complete attention later his thighs flexed, and he ruffled my hair, “Faster now, that’s better, baby.”

I heard Mr. C and Roger come in.  I sped up a bit more, tasted the first bit of precum and Mr. Anderson grunted and rubbed my back, “Almost…mm yes…”  He started pumping his hips, clutched my hair and pumped harder.  I slid my tongue along his cockshaft, my own cock throbbing.  Mr. A pumped his hips hard, fucking my wet mouth until “Oh fuckyes!” his cock pulsed and a thick gout of cum filled me.  I swallowed all I could, feeling dribbles of it running down my chin.  I kept working it, trying to suck it dry until he relaxed and patted my head.  “That was fucking nice, babe.”  He left the room to clean up.

Roger stripped to black bikini briefs and went over and put on some soft jazz.   His legs were just as nicely toned as the rest of him, though his ass was a bit flat [can’t have everything].  Mr. Collier grabbed my glass and had me come with him for a refill.  In the kitchen he told me “Ted can be a little demanding sometimes, overbearing.  It’s the lawyer in him.”  I told him I didn’t mind, then added “It turned me on a little.”  He poured a little Coke and a lot of vodka into my glass, “Taste.”  I tasted and smiled “As long as you’re driving.”  He put his arm around my shoulders, told me he really liked partying with me, slapped my ass lightly and we went back to the living room.

Roger and Mr. A were on the sofa, smoking a joint.  Mr. A waved me over, “Very nice stuff, Val.”  I told him I’d never done it and he told me “Good.  Just inhale and hold it as long as you can.”  I did, and my buzz increased twofold.  And so did my arousal.  As I exhaled, I felt more aware of my sexuality, more aware of my state—standing there wearing a shirt and jock with three horny men in various states of undress—and more fucking horny.  I swayed my hips to the music and Roger took a hit and said, “Dance for us, Val!”  I said I wasn’t good but kept swaying to the jazz.  Roger said something about poppers to Mr. A and he laughed, said he’d love to see that, but he hadn’t brought any.  Mr. A gave me another hit, “Take it all off, baby!  Swing those hot hips!”  I moved over and started swaying to the music, wiggling, grinding and teasing and after a few minutes peeled my jock down. 

Mr. A came over, took a deep hit, locked lips with me and exhaled into my mouth.  I held it and did the same to him and he did it again.  My dick was throbbing and I gave it a couple of strokes, then slapped my ass.  Mr. A fed me another hit and I continued swaying and unbuttoning my shirt and dropped it as the song ended.  I fondled his limp cock and his balls, looking up at him.  I didn’t think I could get him up again this soon, I just wanted to feel them again.  He pulled me closer and kissed me, tongue-fucking my mouth, and squeezed my ass hard, “You want more of that, do you?”  He fondled my ass, patted it, “Well, soon enough.”  He turned me around and pressed up against me, maneuvering his cock between my ass cheeks.

Roger cleared the coffee table, moving drinks to the end tables. 

Mister A reached around and fondled my balls and engorged cock, moved his hand between my legs then caressed my balls again, “Come with me.”  I almost said I’d try, then realized he’d meant come, not cum.  He took me to the coffee table.  Roger said, “It’s sturdy” and removed his briefs.  His cock sprung up, hard and ready.  It was a tad smaller than mine and a little thicker.  He and Mr. A helped me lay belly up on the table and Roger wasted no time straddling my shoulders and patting his cock against my lips.  I opened my mouth and he pushed it in.   At the same time Mr. A started sucking my cock.   I licked and sucked Roger’s cock, but mostly let him fuck my mouth.  The position was awkward, but I did my best with it.  Mr. A sucked my cock methodically and quickly. He caressed my legs and my balls, teased at my asshole.  Roger eased his cock out of my mouth and stroked it, rubbed it against my cheeks and lips.  I stuck my tongue out and he pressed his shaft against it, then slid his cock back into my mouth.  Mr. A popped my cock out of his mouth and licked it, still not touching the shaft.  It throbbed and I thrust my hips up at the dribble of precum.  Mr. A took it into his mouth again, pushed a finger into my ass and I lost it.  My cock throbbed and I moaned at the geyser of cum that shot through it.  He kept sucking and I just kept pumping jizz into his warm mouth.

Roger withdrew his cock again and stroked my hair.  He turned to look at Mr. A, “Time we checked out Val’s ass, Ted, y’think?”  Mr. A agreed and they helped me up.  Roger retrieved lube while Mr. A stepped away to spit and rinse.  I finished my drink and, mellowly drunk, swayed to the jazz while I waited.

When they returned, they got me down on all fours.  Mister A kissed me and Roger used two fingers to spread a slightly warm lube up my ass.  Then his cock was nudging into me, just a little.   Mr. A held my head and shoved his tongue into my mouth, and seconds later Roger gripped my hips, drove his cock into me and started fucking me hard.  Mr. A broke the kiss and licked my lips.  He shoved his thumb into my mouth and I sucked, staring into his eyes.  Roger wrapped his arms around my waist, caressed and played with my dick and continued to fuck me hard and fast.  Mister C opened his shirt and removed his slacks and shorts and casually stroked his hard cock.

Mister A lit up another joint and let Roger take a good hit, offered it to Mister C, who waved it off, took a hit and offered it to me.  I took a small hit.  Roger started whispering “Yeah…mm yeah fuck yeah,” and suddenly slammed into me and shot his load.    Mr. A took a deep drag, knelt and kissed me and exhaled.  I held it, his tongue pressed against mine and as Roger withdrew, I exhaled.  My cock throbbed and went partially erect. 

Roger went to clean up and Mr. C came over, pushed my head back and continued stroking his cock.  “How you feeling?”  I licked his cock and smiled, “Mmm…horny.”  He kept jerking off, “I noticed.  Did you notice, Ted?”   He opened my mouth and slid his cock in, held my mouth opened and pumped his hips, fucking my mouth.  Mr. A said, “Maybe he needs another good fuck or two.”  Mr. C pushed his cock in further, gagging me.  “Sounds reasonable.”  He withdrew and I gasped and started to ask him to not do that, but he ruffled my hair and said, “Are you ready, Ted?”  Mr. A drank, “Almost.  Go ahead.”

Mr. C told me to turn around, lubed his cock and lubed my ass again, “That right, babe?  You need fucked?”  He pushed his cock into me a little, “Yeah, that’s exactly what you need.”   I managed a yes before he started fucking me hard and fast.  He grabbed my shoulders and absolutely ass-pounded me.  Roger came back and took a hit, then whispered to Mr. A.  They both laughed.  Mr. C grabbed my hips and jackhammered me, “Damn I like fucking you,” I managed a “Yeah” [I was high and horny and getting nearly ravaged and loving it] and he started shooting his load.  Mr. A came over, stroking his hard-on, Mr. C withdrew and went to clean up, and Mr. A told me to lie down, face down.

He caressed my ass cheeks, spread them and slid his cock into me easily and fucked me slow and steady, which was a relief from the [nonetheless enjoyable] ass hammering I’d just received.  He continued that easy pace for a few minutes.  Roger brought a joint over and Mr. A and I took hits off it.  Roger and Mr. C left the room.  Mr. A licked and blew in my ear.  I felt like I could go all night long like this.  The back to back power fucks had sobered me a little, but I was still floating on that cloud of grass.

After a few more minutes Mr. A withdrew and turned me over.  He shoved my legs up against my chest, entered me again and started fucking me faster…harder…he spread my legs…harder, “You like that?”  I grunted a Yeah.  “Tell me.”  I told him “I like that, I like you fucking me.”  Faster…harder, “You’re a hot little toyboy…fucking hot.  I could fuck you for days.” And he stopped, filled me with cum and withdrew, still cumming.  He shot a stream across my crotch and dick, released my legs and straddled me and spurted another thin stream across my face, “Suck it.  Go ahead, do it.”  I sucked him, taking the last of his cum and licking his cock clean.   He brushed at my hair while I did, smiling, “My little cocktoy, huh?  You ever been on a yacht?  That’s nice.  Fucking nice.”  He withdrew and sat back, straddling my belly.  I told him I hadn’t, and he said maybe I would.

Mr. A cleaned up and we [mostly they] talked for a while.  They took turns having me sit on their laps and I sucked Roger off one more time before we cleaned up and left.

Mr. C got me home around 12:30. Uncle Mitch got me to watch a late horror movie and I woke up Saturday morning on the couch, naked under a blanket, smiling at the memories of the party and at the anticipation of the next one.

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It began like any other summer day. My parents had left for work and I got up late. I showered, pulled on a fresh brief and headed for my second favorite room, the kitchen. Mom was always complaining that I prowled too much in the refrigerator. She’d probably buy one with a lock on its door if they made them that way! I don’t know what her problem is. I’ve never been overweight. I’m just right for my height. Can help it if I have a bunch of muscles to feed?

I picked out some things for my brunch and started in on them. I glanced at the backyard thermometer—eighty-two and not even noon yet. It was a day to just lie around, stay comfortable and daydream. As I ate I began thinking about the past school year and my upcoming graduation. Memories started to float through my mind. I thought of the good times on the wrestling team—the out-of-town meets, the parties, the excitement of getting a guy down on the mat and defeating him one-on-one.

Someone rapped loudly on the back door. It was Kevin, a newcomer to the neighborhood and also my newest buddy. Even though I’d met him only a few weeks ago, I felt as though I’d known him for years. He was the kind of guy I could relax with, goof off with. But I noticed that around others he became more quiet, cautious. Apparently he had picked me to be a special friend, maybe a close friend. That impressed me. I knew he was someone to trust.

Like me, Kevin was a dedicated wrestler. In fact, he’d been one of the regional champs at his old school in California. He was a real stud. He had the perfect wrestler’s body—strong shoulders and neck, super-developed upper arms and thighs, great abs, narrow waist, not too much height—the works. You couldn’t help but stare. Oddly enough, he hadn’t yet joined our wrestling team for some reason, and so far I hadn’t been able to talk him into it. Anyway, I was lucky to be a friend of his. He could teach me a lot.

“You just get up?” he asked, smiling at my white brief.

“Yup,” I mumbled with my mouth full. I motioned for him to step inside. He was wearing a red T, sneakers and his usual Levi’s.

“I did Johnson’s yard,” said Kevin. “What a job. Took two hours.” He peeled off the sweaty tee as we walked into the kitchen. I handed him a glass of water and enjoyed watching him guzzle it.

“God, you could fry out there,” he said, ruffling his thick black hair. “You could sizzle a brain!” He raised the glass over his head and comically dumped the rest of the water into his hair.

“I think yours was already sizzled!” I responded.

Kevin pitched the shirt into my face and widened his stance.

“Yeah—I sizzle, I’m hot! Especially on a day like this!” He crouched a little and spread his legs further. “I’m a real hot boy!” he joked, ro­tating his hips like an exotic dancer.

It was true. Kevin did have a fantastic body. As I watched him show off in front of me, I realized how much I was drawn to his physique. I stopped chewing. My eyes examined everything from the solid triceps and pec­torals to the strong lower legs. They scanned the tight jeans that hugged his muscular thighs. They studied the prominently faded fly and the bulging shape beside it. My eyes feasted. Standing with the legs spread far apart, Kevin’s crotch particularly attracted me. I suddenly had an urge to grab it, to unzip the fly and put my hand inside.

What a crazy idea! Was I insane? Was it the heat? I tried to put the thoughts out of my mind, but they wouldn’t leave. I’d had them before, whenever I noticed a great-looking guy. But in the last several months they’d become more and more difficult to block out. I was worried. What was happen­ing to me? Could I be turning into a queer?

I laughed at Kevin’s antics and asked if he wanted anything to eat.

“Sure,” he answered. “Mind if I get outa these damp jeans for a while?”

“Go ahead.” I tried to act natural, hoping Kevin didn’t notice my anxiety. I foraged for more food and drinks behind the forbidden door. When I turned around with my hands full of stuff, he was standing right next to me wearing only a jockstrap that could barely hold his rod and balls. The sight got me so excited that I dropped a bottle of pop on the floor, and nearly everything else.

“Here, give me some of that,” he said, taking the cheese, ice tray and lunch meat out of my hand. “I’ll fix us a cool drink.”

As I closed the refrigerator door with my raised knee, I wondered if he saw the growing bulge in my brief.

“Want lotsa ice?” asked Kevin.

“Definitely.”

“Good! You’re gonna get it!”

He shoved an ice cube into my stomach from behind. The freezing shock stopped me for a moment. Before I could move, Kevin had me in a half nelson, while his other hand scrubbed my belly and chest with the melting ice. I struggled to free myself, but he tightened the nelson. Frigid water trickled down onto the front of my brief, slowly saturating it. My rod grew harder and longer as it rubbed against the cold, wet cloth. It pressed deeper into the stretchy brief, pulling the waistband away from my skin.

I felt so sexed up that I had to do something. I grabbed a piece of ice and thrust it behind me. Kevin yelled as I attacked his navel with it. He jerked my neck roughly several times with the nelson to make me stop. I didn’t. Then he drove the rest of his ice into my gut. It made me feel terrifically horny. My basket hung between my legs like a heavy rock. Kevin finally wrenched my hand away by hooking his arm around mine and shifting to a full nelson. Powerful hands started to bend my neck and head forward. His stiff rod wedged between my buns.

“Give up?” he asked.

“Never!”

Kevin pushed down hard on my neck and shoulders. My leg muscles tightened. He was going in for the kill. I used all my strength to resist, but the pressure was too great. I gradually weakened, and my knees sank to the floor. While I sat with legs and arms helpless, Kevin continued to bear down on my neck. He couldn’t get me to submit, though. He released the hold and pushed my wet stomach to the cool. vinyl floor. In a flash he captured my wrist and hammerlocked me. He pulled the arm back until I yelled in agony.

“Give?”

“No!”

“Think you’re a tough guy, don’t ya,” he said. “We’re gonna see how tough you really are!”

He pushed his hand between my legs and gripped my nuts. I screamed as his fingers dug into my maleness. My cries didn’t stop him—he seemed to like hearing them. Keeping his hammerlock in place, Kevin began to yank the basket back between my buns. I was stunned by an intense mixture of pain and pleasure. Yet despite the discomfort, I couldn’t make myself tell him to stop. There was something strangely satisfying about his attack on my balls, a lusty feeling of masculine power.

Kevin pulled my basket as far as he could and held it there. The strain was overwhelming. His fingers pressed into my nuts like a vise, crushing them harder, harder.

“O.K. I give!”

“I wanna hear it louder!” said Kevin, prolonging the nut claw.

“I give! You win!” I yelled.

He gave my balls one final squeeze before his let go of them. As I lay next to him panting, Kevin hit my shoulders with a friendly punch.

“You’re O.K. You really ARE a tough one,” he said.

“Do I have any nuts left?”

“Yeah, two of ‘em. You didn’t have any more than that, did you?” he chuckled. “They’re healthy bastards. They can take a lot more than you think. I bet they feel great right now.”

I didn’t admit to him that he was right. My nuts had never tingled like this before. I was so turned on that my rod felt like it was two feet long. Kevin rolled me on my back. Sitting up on his knees, he stared at my brief. The wet, mostly transparent cloth clung to my hard tool like skin. The throbbing muscle tired to lift itself toward the ceiling. Kevin spoke slowly to emphasize each word: “Check out that horse!”

I grinned nervously as the wrestler watched my cock twitch under the bikini. “He wants to come out and play!” said Kevin, moving a hand in its direction. I panicked. My hand intercepted his before it made contact.

“No!” I said firmly. Ball grabbing and dick grabbing didn’t surprise me. It was locker room stuff. But I sensed Kevin wanted more than that. How much more I didn’t know and was afraid to find out. Or was I afraid of myself instead? As I tried to push the hand away, I grappled violently with a more difficult opponent—me. Inch by inch Kevin forced his hand closer to his goal. I wouldn’t be able to hold back the inevitable much longer, and it scared me.

“Come on, man—let’s have some fun!” he coaxed. “You want it!”

“No!” I insisted.

“Sure you do. Look at your cock!”

“Back off! I’m not the one who wants it—YOU are!” I shouted.

“Yeah, I do. I want you. I wanna touch you. I wanna be with you. And you want me, too. I’ve seen how you look at me. Admit it!”

I couldn’t speak. I was paralyzed with fright. Kevin’s eyes locked onto mine, and I read them clearly: Kevin was gay, and so was I. For the first time I was faced with the real me and it was rough. I couldn’t find the strength to fight back. My arm went limp, allowing Kevin’s open hand to plunge onto my rod. His fingers closed around it.

“Relax, man. You’re gonna love it,” said Kevin, not knowing what thoughts were racing through my mind. Or did he?

I wanted to escape but knew I was trapped . It was all over. Kevin had me right where he wanted me. I looked up at him. He sat facing me at my side, still upright on his knees. He seemed spellbound by my rod. His fingers moved slowly up and down its full length, gliding easily across the wet, tightly-drawn brief.

He became increasingly fired up as he worked on my rod. The pouch of his jockstrap was molded around the largest basket I’d ever seen. His cock was a big one, too; it had climbed above the jock. It was impossible for me to turn my eyes away from Kevin. As I watched the flawlessly sculpted athlete on his knees beside me, I was no longer able to deny my real feelings. I liked what I saw, and I liked what this stud was doing to me. Looking fantastically sexy, Kevin spread his legs wider. He slid both hands under my brief and clutched the feverish, pulsating tool. One hand pulled on the tender skin halfway up the rod, and the other tickled and massaged the sensitive head. I nearly went out of my mind with pleasure.

“Feel good?” Kevin asked.

“Oh God!” I answered, in a daze.

He winked. It’s gonna get even better!”

Kevin’s touch was irresistible. The feel of his hands inside my brief was an incredible thrill. My fears and despair drifted away in an ocean of ecstasy. Kevin began to rub the cockhead back and forth across the tight, thin fabric. Soon it became rock hard and throbbing with excitement. A load of pre-cum spurted into the brief.

“Good boy!” he said, spreading the warm liquid onto my anxious muscle. “You’re doin’ fine,” he said. “Just take it easy, ‘cause we’re gonna enjoy ourselves for the rest of the afternoon.”

His fingers worked on the slippery shaft until I thought my whole body would burst. A titillating spasm fluttered deep in my crotch. Then a stronger one. My breathing speeded up.

“I’m gonna getcha, cowboy,” he said.

I felt the hot juice churning between my legs, ready to erupt at any second. I was going crazy. I lifted my butt off the floor, bridging up high.

“Come on, jock, let’s see what you’ve got!” said Kevin.

Ecstasy gripped the straining shaft. My muscles tensed. I let out a loud, raucous yell—the kind of deep, gutsy yell you hear in a shower room when a guy gets his nuts squeezed by someone who really knows how to do it. Only this time I was yelling from the delirious pleasure that ripped though me. Creamy lava bolted upward and exploded from the hysterical cock.

My rod bucked madly as tingling jolts of delight swept through it. I didn’t think it was possible for anything to feel this good. I pushed my butt higher. Kevin squeezed the fiery shaft like there was no tomorrow. Thick, hot cream plastered my brief. His fingers drove my cock on and on. I screamed in pleasure, reveling in the rapture of young sex.

My tool jumped for a long time after the juice ran out. I lay on my back, feeling absolutely great and thinking about what had just happened. I didn’t care anymore about Kevin being gay, or me either. It didn’t seem to matter now. I had found a whole new world, and I knew I belonged there.

I looked up at Kevin. “How did you learn to do it like that?”

“Lots of workouts,” he said with a sparkle in his eyes. “I figured you’d go for it.”

“Pretty sneaky, turning me on with those sexy moves, then stripping to your jock!”

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?”

“You bet! Now it’s MY turn!” I stood up and tempted him with a few sexy moves of my own. I slowly peeled off my soaked brief while he clapped and whistled his approval. We went into the den and sprawled on the shag carpet by the fireplace.

“Too bad it’s summer. We can’t sit by the fire together,” I commented.

“We don’t need a fire with you here, hotstuff!”

“You really think I’m hot?”

Kevin rolled onto his side and faced me. “Are you kidding?” he said, piercing me with those clear blue eyes. “You could be a model: tall, good face and build, blond hair, green eyes. The girls must have heart attacks when you walk by in your tight 501’s.”

I liked the compliment. Somehow it meant more to me than the flattering things girls sometimes say.

“There are guys going ape, too, only they’d never tell you.”

“Come on!”

“Sure. They’d love to get their hands on you. They see that long bulge and wonder how much bigger it could get if they…..”

“Think so?”

“Yup. There are always guys around who think about stuff like that. I did. I fantasized about your cock a lot.”

“Mine?”

“Hell yes! You’ve got a prize-winner—eight inches plus.”

“But you’ve got TWO prize-winners,” I added, pointing to his nuts. Kevin looked down at his jockstrap and spread his legs. He smiled. I reached toward it.

“Not so fast, cowboy. You have to do something first.”

“What?”

“You’ll have to wrestle it off me!”

I immediately lunged for the waistband. Kevin caught my arms and tossed me backward in an impressive show of strength. He got hold of my right foot, jumped up, then pinned my other foot under his own.

He began to spread-eagle me with my right leg. “Make a wish!” he said.

It was a tough spot to be get out of—legs spread and back to the floor. He looked at my hard rod and grinned. “Ready for more?”

“If you are!” I responded.

Kevin threw down my foot and dropped to his knees between my legs. At the same time he went for my crotch. I slid backward to get beyond his reach, but didn’t go far enough. His hand clamped onto my balls and began pulling in in his direction.

“You can’t get away from ME, man!” he said.

His fingertips crawled behind my basket and found the thick, rigid base of my shaft. They buried themselves in the depths of me. My cock reared up. Kevin’s palm pressed tightly around my rock-solid basket. “I’m gonna make ya pump til it hurts!”

Flexing his muscles, he squeezed the root of my shaft with tremendous force. He eased up, then squeezed again. My mouth fell open from the power of his grip. He did it over and over, squeezing the shaft like a wrestler trying to choke his victim into submission. A stinging pleasure shot through me. My crotch was on fire. I was hypnotized by the gorgeous body planted between my legs. Kevin’s nuts had grown even bigger. They looked like golf balls jammed into his jockstrap. I started to raise myself to go after them, but it was useless. Kevin’s fingers were about to trigger a second orgasm. My shoulders hit the floor. I felt a shudder inside my crotch. A single squirt of pre-cum fired onto my chest. Kevin bent forward. He focused all his attention on my cock, eagerly anticipating the big blast to come.

I had to make one more attempt before I climaxed. I shoved a foot into Kevin’s gut, catching him by surprise. I leaped up and slammed a foot into him, while an indescribable pleasure penetrated my cock. He toppled sideways, letting go of my shaft just before I could shoot off. Even so, my cock pumped out another hefty spurt of pre-cum as I made a grab for his jock. I hooked a couple of fingers around the elastic and yanked until I had it down to his ankles. We collapsed on the floor in a riot of giggles.

“I didn’t think you could do it so soon,” he laughed.

Kevin kicked the jock away, then stretched out close to me on his left side. He propped his shoulder off the carpet with an elbow. He bent his left knee and swung it upward, hoisting the thigh and opening his crotch to my full view for the first time. My eyes opened wide.

Considering all my hours in locker rooms and on wrestling mats, I thought I had seen just about every kind of dick and basket there was. I’ve also seen my share of hard ones, mostly during matches. It’s fun to see a guy get hard when he’s wrestling, because he can’t do anything to hide it. The rod and nuts stick out for everyone’s inspection through the thin supporter and singlet. Once I even saw a guy get juiced, a new guy on the squad named Brian. I guess someone got carried away initiating him. We were in the showers after practice, feeling rowdy, and a guy with very soapy hands grabbed him from behind. He really gave Brian’s meat the business We all got a kick out of watching his dick firm up, then splatter the shower wall with his cream.

Yet, despite experiences like these, I sat up and took notice of Kevin’s equipment. Now that his balls were freed from the supporter’s tight pouch, they seemed especially massive. They were separated by a well-defined rift in his basket, which made them stand out even more. His cock rose above them like the trunk of a huge tree. It wasn’t as long as mine but it was incredibly thick and topped with a giant, cut head. I slid my fingers slowly across the wide, curving nuts. I checked them out thoroughly, massaging with more and more pressure. Kevin loved it.

“Hey, that’s great,” he said. “I knew you’d be good at this.” He paused. “You sure are sexy. I go crazy when I’m around you.” He tickled the end of my rod.

“It’s only a stem compared to your trunk,” I said.

“But it’s a long, sexy stem,” he responded, moving his finger down my rod and up again. “You can do great things with a cock like this.”

He gave the tip of my rod a painful pinch, then released it. The rod bucked way out to his delight. He seized the head again.

“How about a little cock torture?”

“How about a little nut torture?” I countered.

We both went at it with a passion. Kevin started twisting my rod while I found out what it was like to wrestle a wrestler’s nuts. My cock ached from Kevin’s hold, but I kept pulling and squeezing and having the time of my life. I could see his tree trunk begin to throb. Then it became flushed. I couldn’t believe it: I was actually going to make this hunk shoot!

Kevin dropped flat on his back, rocking his raised thigh back and forth in pleasure. “Yeah, oh yeah,” he whispered over and over. I felt a powerful spasm deep inside his basket. I jerked the trunk upward with both hands and squeezed.

It overwhelmed him with pleasure. He groaned and squirmed, unable to withstand the sensations I was unleashing within him.

“Ah, you’re gonna get me, cowboy.”

I felt the juice shoot up through him. Kevin made the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard—kind of a low, whispering scream. He writhed on the carpet in ecstasy as his cock hurled stream after stream of man-juice into the air.

It took a while before Kevin could calm down. “You’re hot shit, man!” he said at last. I brought him some towels. “Too bad I waited so long to do this,” he said, drying himself off. He smiled. “I should have jumped you the week we moved in—when you were in my room looking at my wrestling photos…..or when we went swimming. I wanted to tear the bikini right off you!”

He looked up at me. “I’m glad we finally got together,” he said in a more serious tone.

“So am I.”

Kevin directed his eyes to the outstretched cock hovering above him. “I think I’m gonna call you ‘Rob the Rifle’!” he said. He took hold of my tool and gave it a few tugs. Some cream oozed from the head. He pressed a thumb to the warm liquid and moved it around the tip in slow circles. My balls tightened. He fingered them as only a guy can.

We continued our fun in the soft comfort of my favorite room, my private world. We had the whole afternoon ahead of us, and made good use of the time. We pulled the shades and locked my bedroom door.

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Having tasted Dads cock I was eager to get ahold of him every chance I got. Up until a few days before I had never even been touched by anyone else and had been happy with just peeks of him naked while I jerked off imagining what his cock would look like hard or maybe even feel like.

The boldest I had even been was when I actually touched his cock and balls one afternoon while he napped on the sofa! Up until then ever since I can remember I did everything I could just get peeks at his balls as they hung out of his boxers and on the rare occasion the head of his cock would peek out.

I was confused the first time I saw dads cock. It was covered in loose skin! not like my smooth little pink dick, but with a loose covering of wrinkled soft skin that gathered around the shaft. It was different every time I saw it, sometimes it was rolled back and dads cock looked like a much larger version of my own. Sometimes it was half way up just letting the pink tip peek out and then sometimes it was all the way over the end with a loose hood of gorgeous wrinkled skin covering it completely. I had to get a closer look!

I remember coming in from school that hot day and finding dad asleep in the bedroom wearing nothing but a loose fitting damp towel, a couple of empty beer cans on the nightstand and the air conditioner going full blast.

I tiptoed into the master bedroom where he was lightly snoring and lying on his side with the bath towel still damp loosely draped around his waist. “hey dad” I said softly…no response. “hi there I’m home” nothing. Dad wasn’t a drinker at all, two beers and he was out, Mom always laughed about what a lightweight he was. Toss in a relaxing shower on this hot day and he was out cold.

I stood there for a few moments admiring dads strong tan body. For a man in his fifties he was built solid, broad shoulders, big strong arms and wavy silver, salt and pepper hair. His big arms and shoulders were covered in tattoos, anchors, battle ships, a naked lady. He’d been in the Navy and the coast guard and proudly displayed his tatts and each one had a story.

Dad shifted a bit in his sleep, stretching out just enough for his towel to slip a fraction more. I carefully kneeled next to the bed and gently gave his towel just the slightest tug. It slipped just enough so I cold see his pubes, I was so hard my cock was leaking in my underwear and my hands were shaking. With one more gentle tug and the towel fell away from the front of him.

I almost gasped, but managed to stay perfectly quiet and very, very still. Dad was laying on the bed just a foot or so away from me as I kneed on the floor. The towel still draped over his hip and ass, but I had managed to loosen it so it fell away leaving him uncovered in front! I had never really seen dads dick and balls this close!

I’d gotten a couple good looks in the past as he’d gotten in and out of the shower. I timed it so I had to be in there to pee. He’d give me the side eye and knew damn well I was checking him out. A few times I couldn’t even pee my dick was so hard. I’d just stand there unable to even pull it out afraid dad would see I had an erection, even though it was more than obvious. “Do ya mind?” he’d ask me then usher me out the door so he could have some privacy.

This time though he was out cold snoring softly, naked and just inches from my face. I was shaking like a leaf and my cock so hard I thought I’d shoot a load without even touching myself. I mustered up the courage and reached for dads cock and balls with one shaky hand.

His balls were enormous, like goose eggs. They seemed almost purple and so big and warm in that huge sack of his. I gently cupped them all the while making sure that dad was still out. Dads balls had fascinated me my whole life always tumbling out of his boxers, making me crazy. now they were in my hands. one ball filled each hand, smooth, soft and warm and a little damp still from the shower. I could smell his manly smell and leaned in to get a good whiff.

My face was now only inches from dads cock. I released one ball freeing my small hand so I could hold dads cock. It was warm and soft, veiny and loose with his gorgeous foreskin. I freed my other hand rolling back his foreskin gently then letting it roll back on its own. I did this over and over and he began to stiffen and lengthen. His breathing became deeper and faster and his cock now thickened and stretched to it’s full length and girth.

It looked huge to me, I’d never seen a grown mans cock hard before let alone held one. I was sticking straight out hard as iron, wet and shiny. His balls were hanging loosely across his thigh and would draw themselves up and down as his cock hardened and flexed.

I took the tip of my finger and collected a drop of clear precum and tasted it. His was sweet like mine and there was lots of it. I kept tasting it until I could no longer resist. I leaned forward stroking his hardon and was about to swallow the head of his gorgeous cock when he suddenly opened his eyes and said “Boy, what the hell are you doing?” I fell back onto the carpet sputtering, not able to get any words out “get the heck outta here!” he said and I ran out of the room humiliated and embarassed.

Leaving my room door open a crack and looking back down the hall I could see Dad was still on the bed. I half expected him to come stomping into my room and lecture and yell at me, even spank me, but he was still stretched out on the bed. He had rolled onto his back and was running his hands over his body, kneading his balls and stroking his hardon! I stood there frozen, he was doing it! i was watching dad jerk off!!! I reached down and jacked my stiff throbbing boner and eased my door open more to get a good look at dad as he stroked it.

I must have done a good job stroking him off and getting him hard because it only took him a minute before he was spasming, lifting his hips off the mattress arching his back and shooting a huge load on his broad hairy chest.

Seeing dad come made me squirt my load, squirt after squirt standing right there in my open doorway. When I finished coming and stood there shaking I looked up to see dad slowly cranking is half hard cock with one hand, rubbing his cum into his chest with the other and looking me right in the eye!

We never talked about that afternoon. For the next few years I went back to sneaking peeks, letting dad walk in on me as I jerked off and eventually did everything I could to seduce him and finally get his gorgeous cock in my mouth. and when I finally did I sucked his dick every chance I got, I couldn’t get enough.

Now, here I was again, a few years later, I came home one hot afternoon to find dad sprawled out face down on the bed, his damp towel half off, exposing his smooth firm ass, his balls hanging big and loose between his thighs.I quickly stripped down, jumped in and out of the shower just long enough to get wet and dropped down beside him, my towel loosely draped about my slim hips and my wet, stiff erection pressed against his tight pink hole…it was to be my first time and I was nervous, anxious, excited, trying to imagine how it would go, I it would feel, and if dad would actually let me do what I wanted to do to him so badly.

He answered all those questions as he reached back pulling me closer to his ass. I could feel the sweat as it trickled down his back, between the cheeks of his ass. I could feel my cock harden as I pressed the head against his wet, tight hole. I could feel myself slip inside of him as he pushed back allowing me to slip inside as he took all of me.

Dads hips rocked back and forth as he gripped my throbbing cock with his ass. I clasped onto his big strong shoulders and held his muscular bisceps as he jacked himself off furiously, moaning and pushing back onto my cock.

I’m embareassed to say how quickly it was over. I just remember the feel of being inside dad, wet and slick and tight as he gripped my cock with his tight hole and squeezed the cum outta me. moments later while I was still inside him hard and still throbbing I felt his hole grip and flex squeezing my cock as he jacked off shooting his big sticky load and groaning loudly before collapsing onto the bed gasping for breath.

We held each other for most the afternoon not speaking just holding each other not wanting to let go. When dad finally rolled over he looked me right in the eye and placed his hot wet mouth on mine and kissed me like I’d never been kissed before or since. I kissed his neck and chest saying “I love you daddy” he pulled me close “I love you too boy” he said, and with a devilish grin as he slid his hand down my sweaty naked back, down the crack of my ass, forcefully inserting one big sausagelike finger into my little pink hole. I gasped my eyes wide with surprise. “Daddys turn” was all he said, as he kept smiling at me, hugging me harder in his strong grip and pulled me in even closer…

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Ricky 50 was having coffee at his local cafe one afternoon, where he went everyday whilst he was on his holiday in Southern Italy. He had an apartment which he rented from a friend at a really cheap rate, which was great as he could get away at short notice and he left his clothes there so he only needed hand luggage which was an added bonus. He noticed on several occasions that a man who was about mid to late 30’s with dark slightly wavy hair and had wide hips and a Phat Jiggly Ass that wobbled when he walked past him and his ass mounds always strained against what ever trousers and shorts  he wore dependant on the weather.

When Ricky spotted him a few days earlier on a Sunday, he was with his wife and his young children and he was very attentive, ever the doting husband and father which was adorable and they got into a car laden with food. Today however they were nowhere to be seen and the man  was by himself cleaning out his car wearing a pair of beige butt hugging trousers. As he doing this at times he walked back and forth to his apartment and bent over a lot showing of his gorgeous ass globes to perfection which as per usual was wobbling like mad and his ass ate into the material which was added bonus. “Damn Ricky he said to himself I have to get to have piece of that ass but how can I do this” he mused.

“What was that “the Cafe Owner Franceso Ricco said as he had spoken aloud, “oh nothing” he said embarrassed and Francesco smiled at him as he was fully aware of Ricky’s preference for dark haired masculine looking men , which was OK with him and his wife who ran the café. Ricky was a good customer and always settled up and helped out a few times when it was busy clearing tables etc, which he did not have to do. 

Francesco’s son Claudio said hello as he walk past the cafe. He was a 25 year Fitty with a nice smile and curly back hair and was always bouncing in and out of th Cafe with some girl on his arm. He had a Bubble Butt to die for. Ricky wanted to sort him out to pull his pants down in order to much on his hairy asshole, but daren’t with his Dad about and all every time he saw him. Just then then the man who he was ogling, walked past him ass wobbling and dropped a towel from his pile that he carried and continued to his car. Ricky jumped up, pick it up and went over to him.

“Here this is yours I think” he said and the man smiled at him and said “thank you”. “No problem I’m Ricky” and he followed this with, “where is that accent from” he asked curiously as the man was clearly was not Italian. “I am Turkish from Adana in Turkey and my name is Selim.” “Oh Turkey is a beautiful country” Ricky gushed “I have been many times but never to Adana, what is it like “and Selim responded that “it is beautiful and I missed it but had come here for work as I am an engineer.”

“Oh that’s a good career ” Ricky said and they chatted for a bit. ” Would you like to come to my apartment for some Turkish Tea.?” “Oh yes please” Ricky said pinching himself and said “let me pay my bill” and ran in the Cafe and settle up. “Enjoy” Francesco said and gave him a wink and he left as he knew that Selim was going to end up with a ‘Cock in his Phat Ass’ and laughed to himself.

Ricky followed Selim up a few flight of stair and his eyes were glued to his ass mounds he bent to try his laces at one point and he nearly came in his pants and barely resist reaching out to caress the phat ass in front of him. “Here we are” Salim said and they entered a small well furnished flat. It was quite,”is nobody home?” Ricky asked.  “No they all are out and will be back in few days ,so I have the place to myself .” “Tea?” “Yes please” Ricky said and had a good look around. Tea was served and they made general chit chat.

Ricky could not resist saying “Selim you really are handsome man you know that don’t you?” “What “he said and Ricky gushed stating, “I notice you every day when I am eating in the cafe.” “Why ?” he ask. “You are beautiful “and Selim’s face darken and he sputtered “what is this I am married and am into women not men” he spat. “OK I am sorry my mistake” and he got up to leave. 

“What is it you like about me? as I am not a woman” Salim demanded and Ricky said before thinking “your Ass is fantastic so wobbly and jiggles when you walk and any short sor trousers that you wear fit your Phat Ass Globes perfectly, you really are wonderful” he continued and smiled “sorry Selim I know you are angry with me but you are one HOT Man.”

Selim calmed down and smiled and said “really you think I have a great Ass?” “Yes definitely and I would live to eat you out.” “You mean like eat my asshole? Oh I am not sure about that.” “Its wonderful really and I guarantee you will Cum Loads when I eat your ass pussy out” Ricky said, “come here please.” 

Selim hesitated saying “NO I cannot do this, I like Woman’s and cannot do this with a Man!” “Yes you can” and Ricky boldly went over to him and before he could react, he undid his shorts and pulled them and his under shorts down and started molesting his hairy ass globes, which were full and round man handling them like fruit in the market and he said “take your T Shirt off NOW” and he started sucking the Turks Hot Perk Nipples causing the man to shiver uncontrollably.

“No No Stop it is not right and not natural its against my religions to do this.” “Its against mine as well “Ricky argues and continued sucking Salim’s hot nipples tounging and teasing them, chewing on them and he could see that the guys cock was rising, as he could not resist the sensation of his tits being suckled. His hands continues touching him all over and was roughly squeezing the phat globes and ran his finger over his moist hairy sphincter. “I have got to eat him out” he thought and before Selim could react he span him round bent him over and stuck his tongue in his quivering hot ass entrance .

“No No I can do this.” he protested. “Yes you can” was the response and he continue to eat him out munching on his hairy man pussy and Salim’s cock was jumping and he was making deep man moans and arching his ass out further, thus enabling Ricky to get right deep into his hot crack. His hand were still pinching his nipple making him groan loudly with pleasure and he arched his back more so that his big phat ass were fully displayed and he was breathing heavily.

Ricky lubricated his finger and removed his tongue and started teasing Salim’s dark ass lips slowly and entered a finger in his hot ass. The hole tighten at the uninvited invasion. “Relax Salim enjoy the experience” he murmured and he groaned and panted as the ass invasion. Ricky applied more pressure and breached his hole fully, that his finger was inserted right up to the knuckle and he removed it and repeated it until the hole was slightly dilated. He was also teasing Selim’s prick which was throbbing in his hand and he massaged it until he nearly came and he stopped just in time. 

Selim protested when he stop manipulating his dick moaning “please continue please.” “No not yet ” Ricky said “I need to fuck you in your Big Ass.” “No way I cannot allow that it is against my religion blah blah blah.” Stop this, as I am going to Fuck You Deep In your Big Ass ” he repeated, “so stop fighting it as this is going to happen OK” and Selim nodded. His body became more relaxed and he was positioned so that hs ass was fully displayed and his sphincter was pulsating and he said “I am ready to accept you” and Ricky lubricated his dick and slid in up and down the twitching ass lips with pulsated and was hot to touch.

Ricky inserted two fingers in Selim’s ass playing with his senstive tingling anal lips and stretching them wider and then added another finger and another and then a fourth, so that when he removed them, the Turks Asshole was gaping and he continued to rub his dick and placed the head in the ass mouth, which open and closed in anticipation and he said “are you ready?” “Yes” came the anxious response and Ricky inched in and out of the warm moist hole and within a few minutes was buried balls deep with the hairy Turks Ass Pussy.

He was playing with Selim and pulled him up so that his stomach was against his back and he kissed him and this was returned with some force. Selim was groaning and pulling him deeper into him and arched his back so that Ricky could go even deeper into him and he was laughing and speaking in his native tongue and encouraged Ricky to go deeper. 

“Damn from someone who was adamant that he as not going to have sex with another man, this guys  sure is ass hungry for a Man Dick” he thought and giggled and held the man big hips and was soon slamming steadily into his backside which bounced with every thrust. 

Selim came suddenly with a groan and blushed with embarrassment and his cum which was caught in Ricky hand and was eaten in front of him, making his eyes opened wide with surprise. Before he could say anything his mouth was covered with Ricky’s cummy lips and they kissed sensually which was strange for Selim but not unpleasurable and he relaxed into the kiss.

“Now” Salim whispered “can we lie down”. “Yes “and Ricky removed his dick and turn Selim round and took him to bed and lay behind him kissing him and guiding his dick back into the hot dark centre which opened and closed in anticipation and he was back inside him, making out passionately and running his hands all over the hairy man’s body, causing him moan continually and he was soon slamming into him so their skin was slapping against each other loudly.

“Take me from behind” and he was soon plowing right hard into him riding him like there was not tomorrow total possessing the Turk with the big phat ass and arched his back, so that he was gripping his shoulders and pummeling him out so that he was making lots of noise crying and wailing with sexual pleasure, so that he clamp his hand over his mouth to quieten him down and he was chewing on his hand as the pleasure was too much for him.

“Fuck me like a Woman’s” he said and pushed Ricky out of him and laid on his back and raised his legs and pulled him towards him, guiding his dick deep into his hot depths. He sighed and wrapped his arms and legs around the man crossing them on his back and whispered ‘take me man’ and Ricky fucked him out for 30 minutes really giving it to him hard. 

There was no mucking about, just hard guttural man sex with his man and Selim was lost in the experience and came again and experienced his first ever anal orgasm which Ricky felt and fucked him through this. “I am going to cum” he shouted and after a lots of hard pounding, relentless, pistoning hip action which made the bed was shake and bang all over the place, Ricky came with a scream. Luckily his mouth was covered by Selim’s lips as he was French kissing him and he clutched him pulling him deeper into him and came again all over himself.

“Damn” Ricky said “you are one hot man, I wish you were mine but I know you are married so there you go.” They continued kissing and fell asleep. When they work it was dark and Selim said “do you want something to eat?” “Yes please” he said “as I am hungry but don’t you want me to go?” “What for we have the place to ourselves.” “What about your wife and family.?” “Oh They don’t live here we are separated and the family come and go sometimes  back to Turkey” and he shrugged his shoulders. saying “Lets eat.”

They relaxed chatted and made love again more sensually and Selim fucked Ricky who came loads and he stayed the night and most of the next day. He left for his flat and popped into for a coffee. “Good time ” Francesco said with a smirk. “Wonderful actually but please don’t gossip with any one about this as I don’t want to embarrass him. you know”. “No Problem” was the responses and jsut tehn his son Claudio  bounded in looking as hot as ever showing off  his phat ass globes in a pair of thin jogging shorts which were bouncing wity each step Ricky;s eyes were glued to him and his tongue was actullay hanging out  salivating.

“No Ricky eyes off my Son” Francesco said.  Ricky came to his senses and stammered, “Sorry Francesco I cant look help it as he is such a little hottie and he must be fighting the women off?” “Yes he does” he said proudly and Ricky was thinking I” want to be inside your sons tight clutching hairy ass with him fighting me off and me playing with his hard on making him cum and fucking him through his orgasm. Then fucking him all day and night long.

” Just then Salim came in and said “my family are back and I need space, can I come to your home Ricky?” “Yes” he said “lets go” and said goodbye to Francesco and Claudio and went to his apartment and made love all night long. 

The end or is it???

Hi Pete! This is your little brother Denny! How ya doin? This is the tape letter ya wanted, to let ya know what’s goin’ on. Be careful who hears it—this one’s gonna be X-rated! Hope it doesn’t melt your cassette player! Be sure to play it for your buddy Bruce. You guys still messin’ around? Hope so!

Hear those noises in the background? That’s the engines on this tub. Right now we’re off the coast of Spain. We’re headin’ for Amsterdam. This is one long cruise, man. And a lota back-breakin’ work. Guess what we’re carryin’—molasses, wine and L.N.G (that’s liquid natural gas). If we bump into somethin’ there’s gonna be wine and gas all over the place! It’d look like we had quite a party!

The days can get real long out here. There’s some good points, I guess. On this trip we don’t have any fuckin’ passengers. And it’s an all-male crew. Pretty cool, huh. You should see us, Pete. Sometimes we’re out on deck in our bikinis, sometimes even naked. It’s great! In our free time we relax in the sun and let it all hang out! One day I started horsin’ around with a guy named Shawn. We wrestled naked all over the deck. The other guys crowded around and started cheerin. I got kinda worried ‘cause I was gettin’ hard—ya know what happens when I wrestle! There wasn’t nothin’ I could do to hide it. My eyes just about popped when I saw that Shawn had a hard-on too!

He got me in a tight head scissors and just about broke my neck with it. He kept me flat on my back, so everybody got to stare at my big rod, and his too! I’d shaved my basket a few nights before, so they also had a good look at my nuts. Thank god I didn’t shoot off! It was close. When I get into it with a sharp-lookin’ guy I can’t help myself! I’ll take some pictures of Shawn and send ‘em to ya. He’s a blond, a real stud. When our brawl was over, I kidded with him that I wanted a re-match—a private one—and he said O.K. Can ya believe it? So we set it up. But get this: another guy, Paul, just about begged us to let him watch our match. He’s a real hunk too. So we told him he could be the ref, and he grinned from ear to ear!

We found a good-sized, empty storage compartment near the stern for the big event. It was sorta noisy from the engines, but at least nobody was gonna hear any sounds WE made! The only light was from a dim bulb at one end of the compartment. Paul brought some old blankets and towels to make the floor a little softer. Another buddy bolted us in and stood guard outside the door, just in case.

Shawn and I stripped. The guy’s cock was as stiff as steel, just like mine. Paul asked if he could take on the loser, and we agreed. Paul is taller than me and Shawn and likes to show off all his muscles. It looks like he’s pumped a lot of iron. His cock was pumped up too! He’s got a nine-incher like mine, bro. Sure was fun watchin’ the dude strip. You should see his balls! Talk about heavy cargo! He gets first prize on this ship, man!

On the night of our match the sea was whippin’ up some big-time waves. Our ‘arena’ was rockin’ us real good. What a sexy way to wrestle! It seemed like we were at each other half the night. We used every hold you can think of. I kept goin’ after Shawn’s back. I got him in three or four good crabs, full crabs. He didn’t give easy.

The guy’s into claw holds. He used ‘em all over my body. His deep stomach claw just about finished me off. He sure poured on the pressure. It was more like a low gut squeeze, a very low one. Shawn sat down on my thighs and worked me good. He had his hand right next to my big, loaded cock. Remember how jumpy my rod can get when I’m excited? Well, it started twitchin’ and rubbin’ against Shawn’s arm. I figured he was gonna grab it, so I attacked his arm with a bunch of karate chops. I broke away and dove into him. I slammed a fist into his gut, then let him feel my scissors! He struggled for a long time but couldn’t get out of it. Paul thought it was cool when my squeezes made the guy grunt and groan.

“Get him, Denny!” he kept sayin.’ “Make him give!”

I could see Paul starin’ at my rod. He was probably thinkin’, “if this guy wins, I’m gonna be all over that big sucker!”

My legs finally got the best of Shawn. He choked out a submission, but I didn’t free him til he said it five or six times! When I got up, Paul slapped me on the back. “You get winner’s choice, champ!” He told me that he and his buddies used to do it after makin’ a guy submit. The winner has five minutes to do whatever he wants with the loser, without interference from anybody!

What a deal! Who’s gonna refuse that offer? So I stood over Shawn, bent down and dug my fingernails into his tits! His are even bigger and stiffer than yours, bro! I really clamped into them babies. I pulled ‘em so much he had to bridge up between my legs!

Paul loved it. He was still watchin’ my cock real close, itchin’ to get at it. As soon as I was through havin’ fun with Shawn, Paul clotheslined me. The blow knocked me silly! I hit the floor and rolled onto my belly. Paul walked over to me, laughin’ as I tried to get up. My legs were wobbly and my head felt like it was split in half. He faced me and waited while I slowly got to my feet. I took a wide stance to keep from fallin’ over. I saw one of his hands reach for my cock. I was too dazed to do anything about it. He locked his fingers onto my meat like a vise.

I yelped from the pain, but at least I was glad to know he wrestled “our way,” bro! The dude’s grip was awesome. He didn’t let go neither—he wasn’t playin’ around. It was a death old, man. The more he squeezed, the more paralyzed I became. He had me helpless real quick. I couldn’t move my arms or legs. All I could so was stand there and let him give it to my rod! I looked down at his hand. It was squeezin’ the top few inches. Even so, the pain was killin’ me. I could feel the fingers press deep into my cock veins. My hard nuts bulged way out and started to tingle. Then the feelin’ crawled into my rod. My cock tried to jerk out of his hand. It never strained that much before.

Paul grinned at me and spread his legs real wide. What a hunk! He flexed his muscles and crushed me worse than before. My rod and basket felt so fuckin’ good I couldn’t hardly stand it. Paul wiggled the middle finger of his free hand at me and said, “Come on, gimme a fistful, come on!”

The fucker knew he had me. Boy, did my cock pound! He didn’t have to do anything else to finish me. His power grip on my joystick was more than enough. The stinging squeeze started to turn into awesome pleasure. I screamed like a wild man even before I shot off! Paul yelled too as he gave it to my rod. When I started shootin’, each squirt was like a burnin’ paradise! Shit, did I ever explode!

Afterward Paul opened his hand and turned to Shawn. “Dig this load! Looks like I win! Winner’s choice time!”

I stretched out on the floor. I was feelin’ so great I didn’t care what he did to me! Paul laid down between my legs, facin’ me, and started doin’ pushups. Sure was sexy! Especially because every time he lowered himself, the guy dragged his tongue along my cock! (Try that with Bruce sometime!) I think Paul was surprised that it stayed hard after I shot off (he doesn’t know me very well yet!).

I lost track of how many pushups he did, but when he stopped he really went to work sucking on my cock. I haven’t been sucked that good since Bruce got me in the team room after school. What a match THAT was! Those two dudes we let watch had the best cock-suckin’ demo of their lives! Hey Bruce—are ya still wearin’ those super-tight jeans and showin’ off that giant bulge of yours? I haven’t seen a sexier crotch over here yet!

Anyway, before you could say “jockstrap,” Paul had me primed and ready to cum for the second time. I was bein’ killed by raw pleasure, man. He really got me. My gun fired so much cream I coulda filled a milk bucket! What a super, fun night. .

The next day we were talkin’ about it and decided to have our own wrestlin’ club. With regular matches—private of course. Just think, your little brother’s got his own arena, a floatin’ one! Aren’t you jealous? The freighter’s called the “William Rasmussen,” but WE call it “Wild Rasslin’ Men!” Whadya thinka that? The boat’s rough and dirty, just like our matches!

The next time we got together Paul brought along a new guy—Mario, a hot Italian boy. Black curly hair, built like a god. I guess he started wrestlin’ with Paul in the showers a few days ago and his cock was standin’ straight up! Paul thought he was cravin’ some action. Mario has some neat moves. I’ll show ya when I get back. Bein’ around Mario ya have to guard your crotch real good—the guy’s nuts about nuts! He’ll go for ‘em whenever he can. He’s a pro at it, man. He also likes to use your basket to keep ya under control while he kills ya with some other hold. I think the fucker would love to have a guy’s balls in his hand all the time! Like this mornin’ I was in the john combin’ my hair, standin’ there with my legs apart. Mario walked in and right away slid a hand into my crotch from behind. I was wearin’ some old, worn Levi’s and nothin’ underneath, so he coulda made mincemeat outa my balls. But he didn’t. He just wanted to get his hand around ‘em and have some fun feelin’ and squeezin.’ Shit, sure is a sexy guy! My cock got hard lickety split. He put a hold on my balls that really turned me on. It somehow made my juice boil! After a couiple of minutes, I couldn’t hold it back, man. I swore as my big gun started shootin’ cum. Mario pushed me against the sink and held my cock down so I could watch it plastering the sink!

By the way, bro, I’ve been usin’ the holds ya taught me, plus some new ones of my own. Shawn likes the “throttle” a lot. He got Paul with it last night. It was a helluva match. Mario and I watched up close as Paul brought Shawn belly-down with a leg trip, then smashed a knee into his lower back several times. It made Shawn mad as hell, but he was in too much pain to try an escape. Paul got comfy on Shawn’s back, facin’ his legs, and looked at the guy’s gorgeous butt. The hunk put his hands on Shawn’s cakes and squeezed hard. Paul’s huge biceps bulged as he applied tight butt claws. Shawn yelled like mad. He’s well-built, but still no match for the big guy.

Paul buried his strong fingers in those buns. His thumbs pushed deeper and deeper into the asscrack. They pulled the buns apart. The thumbs slowly pushed into Shawn’s hole. Mario got so excited that he grabbed his own rod and bear hugged it! Shawn yelled for mercy. He didn’t get none! He tried to roll over but Paul stopped him by squeezin’ more. Paul drove his thumbs inside Shawn’s ass as far as he could, then really poured it on. The hunk crushed his ass like it was foam rubber!

By the time Paul let go of the buns they looked red hot. So was Paul’s rod! He stayed on Shawn’s back and stroked his own meat for a while. He probably woulda gone all the way, but he didn’t get the chance. Shawn surprised him by suddenly pushin’ up. Paul landed on his hands and knees, then got flattened from Shawn leapin’ down on him. Paul was kinda shocked and didn’t make a move right away. That’s when Shawn got to use the “throttle.” He sat on Paul’s lower back, reached between his legs and wrenched the hunk’s cock back against his butt. He yanked that cock with both hands. Paul was goin’ crazy. I don’t blame him either. That throttle’s scary, man. You’re sure the guy is gonna break it in half and wreck ya for life!

Paul finally raised his arms and knifed Shawn in the sides as hard as he could. Shawn doubled over. Paul got up and threw him on his belly again. The hunk sure was pissed. He did three knee-drops on Shawn’s thighs. Then he reached behind him, grabbed an ankle with each hand, and pulled ‘til he got Shawn in the wildest crab I ever seen. As he was forcin’ the legs back, Paul lowered his cock over Shawn’s butt and pushed it into the jock’s ass. Holy shit, what a move! Shawn yelled his submission pronto, but it didn’t stop Paul. He pulled the legs so far that the guy looked like a pretzel. At the same time he drilled his rod deeper into Shawn.

Mario was up on his knees, ready to shoot. So was I. Both of us needed some action bad! I brought my hand up between Mario’s super muscled legs and gripped his basket. It was rock-hard. I yanked it down low and held it there. Mario didn’t try to stop me. I gave his sack some good shakes. The stud groaned, squeezing his rod while I worked on the basket. He watched Paul shove the full length of his rod into Shawn. Mario’s basket throbbed in my hand. I gave his nuts a good, long sqjueeze and that did it. He let out a yell and fired his hot Italian cream like there was no tomorrow. Paul saw Mario’s squirting cock and it made him do the same thing! He gave a final pull on Shawn’s legs, then pumped his load into the jock.

I jumped onto Mario and pulled him over. I was gonna finish him with a big torture lock and another orgasm. He was still spurtin’ juice when I got him in an awesome body scissors. The guy couldn’t fight me off because he was lost in pleasure! I scissored him ‘til the stud was worn out (or so I thought). I looked at Paul. He was still fuckin’ the jock; both of ‘em were groanin’ and havin’ a ball.

All of a sudden Mario slammed his fist into my gut and broke free. I caught him with the scissors once more, this time around the neck with my thighs. Big mistake! It was sexy havin’ his handsome head up near my crotch, but I regretted it. The damn stud took my basket in his mouth and bit down! I screamed so loud I almost drowned out the engines! My first thought was to get away as quick as possible. But no way—not with my nuts between his teeth. I didn’t dare move an inch. Mario was like a hungry lion tearin’ into his prey. I laid there, scared shitless. I could feel his teeth against my balls, pushin’ into ‘em, and I had to lay there and take it.

Paul pulled out of Shawn and came up next to me. His cock was hard as ever. I was hopin’ he’d help me out somehow, but no such luck! He looked at my rod and closed his fist around it. It was all over, bro. He had me in his cock-killer again. Squeezin’ the life outa my cock was bad enough, but havin’ my nuts chewed at the same time was too much! Then for no reason Mario freed my basket and rammed Paul. I couldn’t figure it. Maybe he wanted me all to himself. Or maybe he saw a chance to go after Paul. Anyway, I pulled away from the hunk and crawled over to Shawn. Boy was I ever glad to get a time-out!

Mario’s attack sent Paul right down on his back. Mario flew toward him, but Paul rolled to one side. The Italian boy almost broke his kneecaps when he hit the floor! Paul grabbed a leg and gave him even more pain to worry about. The hunk grapevined it, then crouched low, bendin’ the leg in a way it’s not suppose to bend. Mario cried out, but Paul was only gettin’ started. He really murdered that leg, man. Mario tried to lash out at Paul without success. Finally Paul picked up Mario’s other leg and forced ‘em both apart. He did it real slow. Watchin’ how he did it made me horny all over again.

He hunk grinned as he stared down at Mario’s hard cock and balls. Paul lifted the guy’s legs like he was fixin’ to turn him over into a full crab. But he held him straight up instead, pinnin’ his head to the floor. Then he gripped the inside of Mario’s thighs and split the legs apart again. Paul got down and slid his tongue slowly across Mario’s basket. The stud twitched from the feather-light touch. Paul did it again, longer. Mario tried to squirm away. No luck, man!

“Ever had a guy eat YOUR nuts, boy?” asked Paul. “How do they taste?”

It was clear what Paul was gonna do, and the Italian didn’t go for the idea. He spun around, dropped to the floor and bounced up before Paul could make a move. Paul charged, but the stud managed to flip him over with a gut wrench. Then Mario stomped him in the gut. The stud sat down and pulled Paul’s back onto his folded lower legs. Holdin’ the hunk by an arm and a leg, he was set to use one of my favorite moves. Mario rocked himself backward and hoisted Paul over him in a beautiful “bow and arrow.” Fuck! What a horny position for the stud to be in!

Paul’s big, muscular body strained and bowed out from the pressure of Mario’s powerful legs. And at the top of that arched body was the hunk’s bulgin’ basket and thick rod. As you always said, bro, nobody lasts long in this hold—not even a musclehunk like Paul. The guy gave up after only a few seconds. But Mario kept him tied up for several minutes, with every second a nightmare. Paul’s cock twitched and strained like the rest of his muscles. You couldn’t watch it—or his hard, sexy balls—without bein’ tempted to get up and rape the jock!

Shawn looked at me and said, “Let’s get the fucker!”

With Mario keepin’ him all stretched out for us, it was simple. The hunk’s arms were pulled back over his head. The dangerous legs were locked together at the ankles, and spread wide enough to make his balls easy work. Shawn took the cock. The balls were mine. Three against one ain’t too fair, but it sure as hell was fun!

I straddled Paul’s legs and gripped his basket. You’d be proud of the way I muscled those nuts, bro. God it felt great! Shawn was on his knees suckin’ the throbbin’ cock for all he was worth. Then Paul got the shock of his life: suddenly Shawn bit down into the cock, turnin’ the hunk’s pleasure into punishment. Paul’s mouth flew open in agony. Or was it from the pleasure of my ballwork? Anyway, we gave him the business, man. His balls and cock musta felt awfully good, ‘cause when that boy shot his cum, it was somethin’ to see! His nuts stiffened in my hand! After we let him go, he didn’t have to wonder what parts of his body we worked on! I’m sure he’s still feelin’ it today!

Hey, wait a minute—here he is. Paul just came in. “I’m makin’ a tape for my brother Pete. Wanna come here and say hello?”

“Sure. How’s it goin’ Pete?”

“I’m tellin’ him what it’s like on this tub.”

“Did ya tell him about our after-hours fun?”

“Yeah. He’s into wrestlin’ a lot. I told him what happened last night, and how you got creamed!”

“Maybe we should let your brother hear us wrestle right now!”

“Hey, quit it, fucker! Not now!”

“Hear the screams, Pete? That’s your kid brother! Guess what I’m doin’ to him! I got my hand in his crotch, gettin’ nasty with his nuts! So ya like that, Denny? O.K., here’s another one! You’re a real fighter, aren’t ya! I’m gonna open your jeans and make this more interesting! Yeah, that’s better! I’ve got ya now, boy! Ever had a guy do THIS to your nuts? Ya better be more quiet, Denny, or somebody might hear!

“Hey Pete, I’m gonna stop the recorder and finish off your tough little brother! I’ll let ya imagine what I do to him! Maybe he’ll tell ya later—if he has the guts, and if he can still talk!” (click)

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