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  • Punished For Jerking Off

    After leaving high school I did some triathlons and the leg that scared me the most was swimming.  I was an OK swimmer but not great and not confident at the kind of distances required in the longer triathlons.  So I spent a fair bit of time swim training at the local aquatic center. 

    The pool was a city run center with a fifty meter outdoor olympic sized pool, grand stand area and huge change rooms.  I had some naughty experiences in the change rooms with some random hookups and I would often jerk off in the showers.  I have a pretty serious speedo fetish (I own and write the Aussie Speedo Guy blog) and swimming in my skimpy little speedos would turn me on, so I’d finish my laps, go up to the change rooms and jerk off.  It was a turn on jerking off thinking I could be caught.

    It turns out that I did get caught a few times, sometimes on purpose when I had organized for a guy to ‘accidentally on purpose’ interrupt me and a couple of times I was caught when it wasn’t ‘on purpose’.  This experience which I had nearly fifteen years ago was one of the latter.

    I’ve already explained how I would get horny swimming in my speedos.  This day that I’m reminiscing about was just like that.  The pool was really quiet so I headed up to the change rooms after swimming two kilometers in about forty minutes.  I threw my bag on one of the benches and headed to the big open area shower.  There were individual shower cubicles but I would use the open/group showers, making me more turned on at the thought of getting caught.

    There I was, eighteen years old, smooth, just under six foot, short dark hair, slim, wearing a pair of black speedos that were a size or two too small.  My, average sized, cut cock was straining against the black lycra as if it was trying to escape.

    I was rubbing my arse with my left hand and with my right I pulled the front of my speedo down releasing my engorged eighteen year old cock.  My hand started pumping my cock up and down, not too quickly because I wanted to enjoy it and I wasn’t in any rush.  I closed my eyes imaging that the entire shower room was filled with other young guys showering in their speedos and jerking off.

    “What the fuck are you doing?”

    The deep bellowing voice shocked me out of my fantasy.  I physically jumped and might have let out a little bit of a scream.

    Standing there with hands on his hips was Gary, the manager of the pool.

    Gary and his wife manage the pool.  They are in their late forties or early fifties, I would guess.  They are nice enough and we say hello each time I go to the pool but I’ve never really had a conversation with them.  I had seen Gary get pissed off at people not obeying the pool rules and I wouldn’t want to argue with him.  He was a big guy, six foot easy, huge barrel chest, beard and overall just a big guy.  I had seen him swimming laps wearing a red lifeguard speedo which I thought was cool but didn’t think much more about.

    There I was, cock still in my hand and, Gary standing there with his hands on his hips.

    “Turn the shower off and stand right where you are.  Don’t you dare move a muscle Dave.”

    As I turned off the shower Gary disappeared towards the entry to the change rooms.  I tucked my cock back into my tiny speedo and stood there.  Terrified.

    I heard metal on metal which sounded like Gary was closing and locking the steel doors that closed the change rooms when the pool was shut.  It felt like it was taking ages and my mind was going a million miles an hour.  What kind of trouble was I in?  Would Gary call the police?  Would I be banned from the pool?  Was he going to hit me?  If he wanted to I was probably less than half Gary’s weight so couldn’t put up much of a fight.

    Finally Gary came back into the shower area, wearing nothing but his red lifeguard speedo.

    For such a huge guy I couldn’t believe how quickly Gary covered the distance across the shower area to me and all of a sudden he had me by the throat and my back against the shower wall.

    “I know you come in here sucking and fucking your little swimming buddies.  Now you are going to suck and fuck a real man.  And if you don’t like it, I’m calling the police and telling them what you’ve been up to in my change rooms.”

    I’m pretty sure I had tears in my eyes but I managed to nod my head and grunt that I understood.

    Gary loosened his grip around my throat, took a step back and told me to get on my knees.  I got down on my knees and watched as Gary undid the white drawstring of his red speedo.  He then pulled the waist band out and tucked it under his balls.  His cock was fat, hairy and huge.  I had never seen a cock that fat and while I stared at it aghast, Gary grabbed the back of my head and pulled me towards his groin.  I had no choice but to open my mouth wider and take him in my mouth.  It was fair dinkum twice as thick as any cock I had sucked before.

    I like sucking cock, and once the shock of the whole scenario wore off, I got down to business and started savoring the monster that was in my mouth.  Gary was getting in to it as well as he started moaning and his fat cock started getting hard.  OMG his cock was HUGE!!!

    As quickly as it started, Gary pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed me by the throat again.  He pretty much lifted me by my throat on to my feet and spun me around so I was facing the shower wall.  With one of his gorilla hands pining my chest against the wall, his other hand yanked the arse of my speedo down.  I mentioned that I wore speedos a size or two too small and I still had the drawstring tied which explains why I heard something rip.

    Gary reached over me to the shampoo dispenser and squirted two loads onto his hand.  I’m guessing he used it on his cock which, in no time, was at my back door.

    “If you scream I’ll make it hurt more.  Just relax Dave.”

    This wasn’t the first time I’d been fucked but, looking back I didn’t have very much experience and, this was the first time I had ever been barebacked (fucked without a condom).  Thankfully, Gary wasn’t too rough and took his time.  Just the tip to start and he gave me time to relax.  It was tough to relax knowing how huge his cock was and anticipating him fucking me hard.

    When Gary felt my arsehole had stretched enough he started fucking me.  It hurt like hell but I was horny and wanted more.  Once he got going, I was like a rag doll and I was just along for the ride as Gary fucked my arse.  It didn’t take long until he buried his cock deep in my arse and exploded.  I could actually feel the cum hosing the inside of my arse.  After a minute Gary slipped his cock out of my cum filled hole.  It felt like a train had been in my arse and it was now an empty tunnel.

    Gary turned me around and told me to get on my knees again.  I thought he was going to make me suck/clean his cock which had just been in my arse but he turned the shower on, grabbed some more shampoo and washed his cock.

    “The reason I came in here was to take a piss.”

    With that, Gary aimed his cock at me and started pissing on me.  It lasted for ever.  While he urinated on me Gary told me that if he ever saw me bring any of my little speedo friends in here that the next time I wouldn’t be able to walk for a week.

    When he was done pissing, on me, Gary left the showers.  I stayed there on my knees until I heard the metal gate unlock and then open as Gary left the change rooms.  My cock was achingly hard so I pulled my speedos down and jerked off there and then.  It didn’t take me long before my cum was splashing the shower floor.

    Getting up post-orgasm I realized that Gary had in fact ripped the drawstring of my speedo.

    I showered and got changed.  Walking out of the pool I could see Gary and his wife at the entry/shop area.  Not sure how I would react, I kept my eyes down and kind of grunted when Gary’s wife wished me a good day.  Then Gary yelled at me “Dave, don’t forget those new speedos you had me order for you?”  I took the package that Gary handed to me but didn’t look inside until I was back in my car.

    It was a pair of red lifeguard speedos just like the ones he wore, size small.


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  • Incident Behind the Battery Street Gym

    Ed threw his workout clothes in the knapsack and said good-bye to his buddies. As usual, he left the gym via the back door to save time getting to his car. Shadows of sunset had begun to creep across the narrow alley. Ed shut out the sounds of the city and thought about the college paper he wanted to finish tonight. He almost failed to notice a dark-haired guy leaning against a building on the right side of the alley. When Ed approached, the guy stepped into his path. He wore an unbuttoned black leather jacket, close-fitting jeans and cowboy boots. He appeared to be in his early twenties. Although Ed was shorter by several inches, he wasn’t intimidated by the stranger.

    “How ya doin’,” said Ed.

    The guy held up a cigarette. “Got a light?”

    “Nope, don’t smoke.” Ed tried to walk around him, but the guy moved in front of him.

    “You came from the gym?”

    “Yeah.”

    “You work out there?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Me and a friend wanna start doin’ that, but we don’t know anybody there, or what equipment they have. Could ya be a buddy and help us out?”

    “No problem. Just go in and talk to Craig. He’ll get you started.”

    “Hey, great. You look like you’re in great shape—what kinda stuff did ya do to get that way?”

    “A bunch of things. Look, I’m running late. I gotta split….”

    “Wait a second,” said the guy. “Here comes my buddy, J.D.”

    A guy sprinted up to them from behind Ed. He was Ed’s height, appeared to be younger, and had red hair. He wore a sweatshirt, white sneakers and Levi’s that clung to him like a glove.

    “I found a guy who works out at the gym,” the guy said to J.D.

    “Good deal, Mike,” said the shorter guy, looking over Ed’s physique.

    “Listen guys, I gotta go,” repeated Ed.

    J.D. turned to Ed. “Guess what J.D. stands for—jumbo dick!” He pushed his crotch forward to emphasize his big bulge. “How many inches YOU got? We don’t work out with short stuff!”

    Ed wedged his way between the two, but J.D. immediately tripped him. Ed’s knees struck the concrete hard. He rolled on his back and started to reach for his hurting knees. Mike intervened and grabbed both hands. He jumped on Ed’s chest and pressed his hands against the concrete. With Ed securely pinned, he brought his crotch up close to Ed’s chin. “Your head looks good between my legs!” said Mike.

    “Somethin’ else looks good too,” said J.D., staring at Ed’s crotch. He sat down on Ed’s muscular thighs and moved a hand toward Ed’s fly. The guy laid his hand across the prominent bulges and had to spread his fingers extra wide to fully surround them. A charge of excite­ment zapped through him as he inspected the bulges carefully through the soft denim.

    Ed squirmed and grunted, unable to throw the two guys off him. At last he simply gave up and laid there, hoping the guys would soon end their fun and split. But the two had watched Ed for several days and were now ready to spend some time “delaying him.” J.D. began to rub Ed’s dick. He could make even straight guys fully erect in a short time, much to their shock and embarrassment. J.D. smiled as he felt Ed’s meat lengthen and harden. He gradually applied more pressure, savoring every second and every inch of Ed’s tool. He found places that responded well to his squeezes and concentrated on them. The cock’s thickness grew far beyond what he expected.

    “What’s he got?” asked Mike.

    “You’re not gonna believe the rod on this guy!” answered J.D.

    For once in his life, Ed wished he’d been born with smaller equipment be­tween his legs. Suddenly the two dragged him into a small, dark area between the walls of two old brick buildings. Mike pushed a large barrel in front of the opening to block the view from the alley. J.D. tied Ed’s hands behind him with a piece of rope and rolled the jock on his back.

    The guys sat facing each other on Ed’s hunky physique—Mike on the stomach and J.D. on the thighs. Ed tried to move his hands, but immediately discovered there was no way he could get loose. He felt a hand tug at the top of his Levi’s. It opened the fly one button at a time. After unhooking the lowest button, J.D. peeled the jeans down to his knees. “You first,” he said to his buddy.

    Mike ran his hand along the thin jockstrap that hugged Ed’s hard tool. “Holy shit! What a fucker! This is gonna be fun!” Mike gave the rod a squeeze.

    Ed squirmed helplessly again. “Let me up!”

    Mike continued. “No loud noises from you, man, or we’ll turn your balls into a punching bag!”

    Mike clamped a bear hug on the tool. He held it for a long time, watching Ed gasp. “Pretty neat, huh!” said Mike, releasing the grip. “Want another one?” Ed grunted as the guy put a second power squeeze on the sex muscle. Then a third.

    “Yeah, get him!” urged J.D.

    Ed lost track of how many cock-crushes Mike applied. Then the guy pulled a pocket flashlight from his jeans and aimed its beam at the long bulge in Ed’s brief. “I think it wants out.”

    “I think you’re right.” J.D. jerked the brief down next to the Levi’s.

    “Wow, talk about well-hung!” said Mike quietly but excitedly.

    “Man, we struck it rich this time,” whispered J.D., studying the large equipment.

    Mike moved the light in close. He directed the slender beam up and down the tool, slowly examining it from the wide, cut head to the thick base. Ed raised his head to see what the guys were up to, but could only make out the silhouette of Mike as he sat on his gut, legs spread wide.

    “Shine it on the nuts,” said J.D.

    Ed could feel the warm beam move down the cock and scan his balls.

    “Yeah. Nice ones, ain’t they. I get ‘em first,” said J.D.

    He took hold of the guy’s balls, one with each hand. Mike stuck the penlight between his teeth, directed the light to Ed’s crotch, and put his hands around the jock’s tool. Ed gasped as both guys squeezed, challenging his rod and balls with two submission holds at once.

    “Yeah, we’ve got ya, jock,” gloated J.D. “And there’s nothin’ you can do about it!”

    But this was only the beginning. After working over Ed for several min­utes with their double squeeze play, the guys unleashed even more torture.

    “I bet you like it rough, don’t ya!” said J.D.

    He yanked the basket away from the crotch, held it there, and started shaking the nuts back and forth. At the same time Mike began to wrestle the cock with powerful upward jerks. Ed froze in shock. But suddenly he felt an intense wave of sexual pleasure sweep through his rod. He realized the guys intended to make him shoot.

    “No!” gasped Ed.

    “Yes!” whispered J.D., feeling the cock prepare to ejaculate.

    Ed couldn’t avoid a loud, long groan as Mike pulled his juice up and out of him. The cock exploded in huge spurts of cum that went straight up.

    “Yes, baby!” said J.D.

    Ed grunted, writhing in an orgasm that seemed to last much longer than usual.

    “What a tool! You always shoot like that?” asked Mike. We’ll untie your hands if ya promise to be a good boy,” offered J.D.

    Ed nodded in agreement, thinking they were finished with him.

    While J.D. untied him, Mike took off everything but his tee shirt. He sat down on Ed again, this time facing the jock’s face. He aimed the light at his rod to give Ed a good eyeful. Mike’s tool stood straight up. If ever there was an athletic-looking tool, this was it. Strips of pulsing flesh ran along its sides like muscles flexing in a pose-down.

    “Ever sucked one?” asked Mike.

    Ed was silent.

    “That’s O.K. I’ll give ya a lesson.”

    The guy pushed the cocktip to Ed’s lips. Ed turned his head away. Mike grabbed it with both hands and centered it again. “Don’t make it difficult, man! My buddy’s gonna start punchin’ your nuts unless ya make my cock feel good real fast!”
    Ed failed to cooperate.

    “Give it to him,” Mike said to J.D.
    The redhead hit one of the big nuts with two fingers. Ed jerked. J.D. did the same to the other one.

    The jock twitched in pain.

    “And that’s only with two fingers. Wanna see what the whole fist feels like?”

    “No! No!” begged Ed, now ready to comply with Mike’s request.

    Mike turned off the light and eased the rod downward until it filled the jock’s mouth. “Now, tongue it, man.”

    Ed did the best job he could, fearing another attack on his balls.

    “Yeah, that’s it. Hey, you’re pretty good at it. Bet you’ve done this before, haven’t ya!” He began to slowly slide his cock up and down, going all the way to the balls. “Oh god,” whispered Mike, overcome with pleasure. “You’re a pro, man!”

    Meanwhile, J.D. stretched out between Ed’s legs. He started to lick the jock’s cockhead. The rod twitched excitedly. He steadied the bottom of the tool with his hands and did some intense, deep sucking. Ed groaned as pleasure gripped his shaft once more.

    Mike was going crazy. “Oh, yeah! Just a little more,” he whispered. But Ed wasn’t about to take this guy’s juice. He suddenly dug his teeth into Mike’s hard tool.

    The punk cried out in pain. Ed dropped his jaw and Mike pulled out, clutching his smarting rod.

    “Fuck!” yelled Mike.

    J.D. sat up. “What happened? Get bit?” he asked with a grin.

    Mike sat on his knees in a beautiful crotch spread. “I’m gonna make ya regret that, hotshot!” He sank the fingers of each hand into the jock’s trapezius muscles, grinding them unmercifully. Ed jerked his head as the pain ripped through his shoulders and neck. He tried to yell, but it came out only as a muffled groan.

    J.D. got up, flipped the light on and laid it down in a corner. The faint glow was enough to illuminate Ed, but not bright enough to be seen from the alley. He crawled over next to Mike and looked at the hold he was applying.

    “Good one, man.” He turned to his buddy, admiring the strong legs and tight, rounded ass. “I love it when ya sit up on your knees like that.” He moved a hand behind Mike’s thighs and up into his crotch. J.D. hooked five fingers onto his buddy’s hard nuts and gave them some slow, sexy, downward pulls.

    “Oh yeah,” grunted Mike. He loved it when his buddy got him from behind that way. As J.D. played with the nuts, Mike became more horny and aggressive. Suddenly Mike abandoned the nerve hold, spun around, and plunged both open hands into Ed’s gut. The jock cried out again. He pounded his fists against Mike’s back, begging him to stop, but the punk worked his hands deeper and deeper into his victim’s abs.

    J.D. watched, amazed. It was the roughest double-claw he had ever seen. Mike leaned into the hold with his full body weight, digging in as far as he could. Ed cringed from the pain. He was so out of it that he had no idea how long Mike kept the hold on him. Finally Ed became aware that Mike had let go, although his stomach still felt the fingers’ brutal grip. Then he heard Mike say to J.D., “Show him your specialty.”

    J.D. smiled. It was just what he’d been waiting for. As a wrestler in high school, J.D. wasn’t allowed to use a hold like this. So he saved it for the times when he could wrestle guys in private. He’d enjoy wearing a guy down, then going after his dick until he had it super stiff. Staying on the cock until it exploded in the wrestler’s jock­strap, or in his bare hands, was to J.D. the best way to beat a guy.

    J.D. pulled off Ed’s jeans and jock. Then he got up and stood over the guy’s head, facing the sexy crotch. Positioning himself in a wide leg spread, J.D. slid his arms under Ed’s back and lifted his victim off the ground. He lifted until he had the guy suspended in a beautiful bridge, with the jock’s neck trapped tightly in his crotch. J.D. coiled his powerful arms around the hunk and squeezed like a python. Ed tried to twist out of the hold, but knew it was a lost cause and gave up almost immediately.

    Mike’s juices boiled within him as he gazed at the awesome sight—his buddy in an extremely wide stance, wearing skin-tight Levi’s, bear hugging a naked hunk bridged high with his stiff cock and nuts on full display. He couldn’t hold himself back. It was his moment for double-teaming, and his moment for ultimate revenge. He dropped to his knees between the hunk’s legs. He pushed them apart easily: the tortured jock couldn’t offer any resistance. Mike gripped the insides of the thighs and slowly forced them into a crotch-ripping split. Ed was sure his body was being torn in half.

    “How do ya like this one, stud!” said Mike.

    Ed groaned as pain attacked his crotch.

    “I’ve got somethin’ even better for ya!” said Mike.

    Keeping Ed’s legs split, he bent forward and took the jock’s hard basket in his mouth.

    “Ah! No!” yelled Ed. Mike put the nuts between his teeth and started to press down. A new and ferocious pain stabbed into his maleness. Mike sank his teeth further into the gonads. Panic stricken, Ed struggled wildly to get loose, but J.D.’s arms were wrapped around him like steel girders.

    The jock’s attempts to escape turned J.D. on in a big way. But when Ed’s arms gradually went limp, he knew something was wrong. He looked at Mike. Through the dim light he could see Mike’s mouth still around Ed’s basket, feasting on the stud’s balls, and showing to sign of stopping.

    “He’s had enough,” said J.D., releasing the bear hug and lowering the jock’s back to the ground.

    Mike opened his jaw and looked up at J.D. with fiery eyes. “Mind your fuckin’ business! I ain’t finished with him yet!” He captured the balls between his teeth again.

    Suddenly Ed’s body jerked, then stiffened in terror. The look on the jock’s face made J.D. decide to get the mad dog away from Ed before he did major damage.

    He crawled behind Mike and put a hand between his buddy’s legs.

    “Let him go or you’re nuts get it,” he warned.

    Although Mike was well aware of what J.D. could do to a guy’s balls, he was fed up with J.D.’s attitude and ignored him. The tall hunk clamped into the balls and twisted them violently. Mike cried out as a sickening pain paralyzed his crotch, then his whole body. His mouth opened and he fell sideways to the ground, clutching his crotch.

    J.D. leaned over Ed, alarmed. “Shit, man, I’m sorry. It wasn’t supposed to be this way.” He looked down at the severely reddened ballsack. “You’re gonna be all right. Just hold on. Hold on.”

    Mike was down, but not out. He recovered quickly and sailed into J.D. The hunk locked him in a body scissors that meant business. While J.D. squirmed on his back, Mike went after his crotch. He had sex-wrestled the handsome redhead privately on many occasions and knew how to hurt him badly. “You’re dead, buddy.”

    The redhead let out a rasping yell as Mike assaulted the nuts with a murderous squeeze. Unbearable agony gripped the kid. Keeping J.D. locked in the scissors, Mike kept the torture going. J.D. screamed in pain, unable to escape. Determined to punish the guy even more, he unzipped J.D.’s Levi’s, angrily seized the naked nuts and reapplied the killer hold.

    “God No!” yelled J.D.

    But Mike didn’t stop there. While squeezing the balls, he poked into them again and again with his middle finger. J.D. pleaded with him to stop, but Mike attacked relentlessly.

    “I’ve had it with you,” he said to the redhead. “You’re nothin’ but trouble. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time!” He made the hunk scream even louder, not caring if anyone heard.

    J.D. couldn’t stand it any longer. He smashed his fist into the back of Mike’s neck. Stunned, the guy fell backward and J.D. crawled out of the scissors. The redhead managed to get to his hands and knees, but the agony in his crotch prevented him from going any further.

    Ignoring the pain that ravaged his neck, Mike pulled himself up. He came up behind J.D. and slammed the kid’s balls with the side of his hand. J.D. sank to his stomach, screaming in pain. Mike rolled him over. The kid was out of it, unable to raise an arm or leg against the hunk. Mike looked over at Ed and got an idea. He dragged the jock next to J.D. “Pull his jeans down!”

    Ed wearily got up and did as ordered. “Now get between his legs.” The jock positioned himself. “His cock’s goin’ soft. Lick it.”

    Ed looked at J.D.’s rod and hesitated.

    Mike moved a threatening hand toward Ed’s balls. “Do it!”

    Ed lowered his head and slid his tongue along the kid’s rod. J.D. grunted in pleasure.

    “Keep goin’ or your nuts get it!” warned Mike. Mike grinned as J.D.’s rod grew hard. “Now, suck him!”

    As the jock began the blow job, Mike pushed up behind him. The hunk bent down, resting his chin on Ed’s back. He brought both hands around the jock’s waist and seized his rod.

    “Hey, still hard—I like that. Gives me something to hold onto while I fuck ya!”

    He pushed his cockhead into the jock’s ass. Ed flinched as he felt the shaft bore into him.

    “Yeah! This’ll be a fuck you’ll never forget!” said Mike. He thrust his tool forward and back again, gradually increasing the speed until the juice boiled inside him.

    Suddenly J.D. lifted a leg and kicked Mike squarely in the balls. The hunk immediately pulled out of Ed and collapsed on his stomach, crying in agony. J.D. helped Ed get his jeans on.

    Enraged, Mike looked up at J.D. “This isn’t finished, man!”

    “Yes it is,” responded J.D. “All of it.”

    Ed and J.D. got to their feet and, holding each other up, stumbled through the dark alley to J.D.’s car. The redhead drove to his apartment, where the two guys spent the night recovering—and licking their wounds.

    (end)


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  • Aaron, My Student

    What I liked most about Aaron was the fact that he had no idea how hot he was. At age 19 he was at his physical peak: six foot one, buzz-cut brown hair, solid muscles, and a self-conscious smile surrounded by dense, dark stubble. Even at noon the five o’clock shadow of his beard was noticeable above his lips, on his nicely clefted chin, and down his rugby player neck all the way past his adam’s apple. The stubble trailed off there but a couple of inches below the hair picked up again, thicker than ever as it curled over the collar of his t-shirt. He had hairy forearms too, and even when he wore long sleeves you could see the soft tufts on his wrists poking out. What was under the rest of Aaron’s clothes I could only fantasize about. After all, I was his physics professor.

    Aaron had been a student in my class during the spring semester. It was a small college, one that encouraged faculty to interact with their students. I had invited him to dinner a couple of times with some of his classmates, and since we hit it off it seemed natural enough to have him over on weekends during the summer while he stayed in town to work with the local landscaper and make spending money for the coming year. Certainly I had nothing sexual in mind. He was a stud, but I was in the closet. What’s more, I didn’t want to jeopardize our relationship. I was a new member of the faculty, only eight years older than Aaron. He looked up to me as a mentor of sorts, a big brother.

    One July Saturday we decided to kill some time by playing a game of one-on-one basketball in my driveway. He was a superb athlete, fast, strong, and not only younger than me but also a couple of inches taller. Even so, I played hard, not wanting to let him off too easily. We worked up quite a sweat. Moisture plastered his gym-grey t-shirt to his torso; there were dark circles under his arms and trails of sweat down his front and his back. The workout was having the same effect on me, so I pulled off my shirt and tossed it on the side of the driveway. We kept playing, and I couldn’t help but enjoy bumping up against him as we chased after rebounds. Aaron’s shirt was now totally soaked. He had to be uncomfortable. “Take off your shirt for Chrissake,” I said. “Aren’t you hot?”

    Even though we were both flush with effort, I noticed his face turn a darker shade of pink. He kept playing and for an awkward few seconds didn’t answer me. “I’m okay,” he managed to say.

    After our game we headed to my back deck and fired up the grill. As I made burgers he gulped down ice tea and made small talk about his job and summer school classes. Then he fell silent. “You know,” he finally blurted out, “I’m really embarrassed about…” His voice trailed off as he hesitated. “About what?” I asked. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

    “It’s just that I’m really hairy. In high school, some of the guys made fun of me because I have so much hair on my chest. I hate to take my shirt off. I haven’t really even dated many girls because I’m afraid what they’ll say when they see me without a shirt on. I rubbed my hand on his solid shoulder. His head hung down, afraid to make eye contact.

    “Hey,” I said, “it’s okay.” I told him that a lot of people got turned on by hairy guys. The hair made them look more masculine and rugged.

    “I don’t know,” he said, “you tell me.” He reached into his shorts to pull out the bottom of his shirt. Slowly, he peeled the sweat-damp fabric up and over his stomach, his mid-section, and then his chest. “What do you think?” I was afraid to answer, only because before me stood the most mouth-watering young stud I’d ever laid eyes on. He was definitely not too hairy, at least not for my taste. His shoulders, upper arms, and back were smooth. But there was a thick mat of brown hair swirling over each of his well-defined pecs and feathering over his collarbone. It was especially thick at the center of his chest, and from there it descended in a heavy trail of fur that spread out again over his washboard abs. It got more dense beneath his navel and trailed still lower down into his shorts.

    He looked up at me, waiting for my reaction. “You’re a stud,” I told him. “You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.” He looked relieved. “You really think so?”

    “Of course I do. Check out your abs,” I told him, “you’ve got a six pack. Your chest is solid,” I added, “and it even looks like you’re building up some really powerful lats.” He smiled when I said that and lifted up his arms to flex. He really did had a great V-shape, and his biceps and shoulders nicely framed his sweaty, hairy armpits. “Thanks,” he said, “but what about all the hair?”

    “I love it-” Oh shit, I thought to myself, why did I say that? I tried to back-pedal. “I mean, it really does look good on you. You were meant to be hairy. It just suits you.” His smile got broader and more confident. “Well I love the hair on your chest, too,” he said, jutting out his finger and grazing it over the light hair that fanned over my pecs. “C’mon,” I giggled, “that tickles.”

    Then he stuck his hands under my arms and started to tickle me for real. “Cut it out,” I yelled, laughing my ass off. Then he got more aggressive, grabbling me in a bear hug and slamming me down on the deck. He pinned my arms over my head with one hand and tickled me with the other. I couldn’t control my laugher. His muscular body pressed down on me. I breathed in the sweet smell of his breath and the scent of his fresh teenage sweat. Soon, there was something else I couldn’t control: my hard-on. I struggled to turn away from him, but he just pressed down more firmly. He ground his crotch against mine-and he was hard too!

    Keeping my arms pinned, he stopped tickling me and stared into my eyes. He had a serious look on his face. “Here goes,” he said, and then he pressed his mouth onto mine. I opened my lips and his tongue slid between them. He let go of my arms and placed his hands on the sides of my face as our tongues did battle. I ran my fingers over his close-clipped scalp, pulling his head closer as I reveled in his smell, his taste, and the feel of his stubble brushing against my chin.

    Our tongues never lost contact as I rolled over on top of him. Now I held his face in my hands while his palms ran firmly up and down the length of my back. I withdrew my tongue, kissed his lips, and then licked the hollow of his neck, his adams’s apple, and the cleft of his chin. I paused when I saw his wide grin. “What?” I asked.

    “It’s just that I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

    “Let’s go inside,” I said.

    He followed me into the bedroom and let me push him back onto my king-size mattress. He raised up his arms as my tongue worked through the fur on his chest. I sucked on his nipples, licking away the hair so that I could nibble one and then the other. He moaned softly as I moved from his chest to his left armpit. I pressed my face into his damp patch of fur, inhaled deeply, and then licked him clean. I went to his right pit, marveling at how all of his muscles seemed to come together in those manly, hairy hollows.

    I returned to his chest, licking down the center, flicking my tongue over the long, thick treasure trail that took me past his navel to the sweat-damp waistband of his tented shorts. As I tongued his dick through the cotton fabric he raised up on his elbows and tilted his head back, mouth open in bliss. He lifted up so that I could work off his shorts and jockeys. His beautifully clipped cock smacked back into its lush nest of hair. I buried my nose in his damp bush and took in the sweaty, musky scent.

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

    My tongue went to work on his rod, licking up the wide shaft from the base to the blunt helmet. I lingered on the prepuce between his glans, flicking my tongue against that extra-sensitive spot. He cock twitched in response. Then I took him into my mouth-all the way in. I wasn’t a particularly experienced cocksucker, and he was big, but I wanted him badly. He throbbed in my throat as my nose pressed into his bush.

    As I built up a steady sucking rhythm, slowly pulling my tight lips halfway up his shaft and them plunging back down, he grunted and groaned. A few minutes later, after my tongue had been pressing on the underside of his hard cock and milking out a good bit of pre-cum, I changed venues and took his hairy, tightened balls into my mouth. Gently I tongued the salty flesh, softly working his churning plums.

    I withdrew once more to raise his legs back against his shoulders and dive into his steaming crack. Here the hair was shorter, curlier, like the hair on his legs but more dense. I licked the moss that covered the hard chord of flesh between the base of his balls and ass-pucker, then circled around his hair-fringed asshole. Finally I dove in, tasting his funky ass lips and driving my tongue between them.

    This caused him almost to shriek. “Yeah, that’s it,” Aaron called out, “right there.” As I teased his hole with my mouth I circled his tight anus with my middle finger. Then I plunged it in. His sphincter contracted around it, but as I worked it in and out and wiggled it against his prostate, his teenage chute gave way. Soon I was fingering him at will, as his hole fluttered open to accommodate me. “Yeah, yeah, fuck me,” he said.

    “Are you sure you want it?” I panted, too horny to care about his answer.

    Luckily, he groaned again. “Give it to me. I want to feel you inside of me.” I reached into my nightstand, pulled out a condom, and rolled it over my cock. “This might hurt at first,” I warned. “I’ll try to go slow.” I pressed his hairy legs back against his chest and mounted him. He winced as my flaring cockhead cleared his sphincter, but we were both too far gone to care about a little discomfort. I pushed in slowly, wanting him to enjoy this as much as I was. His mouth gaped open as I inched deeper, pushing forward a little bit at a time. Finally, I bottomed out. His ass felt like a velvet vice. It was so soft but so tight.

    “I can take it,” he panted. “Fuck me. Give it to me.”

    In and out I plunged, going fast and steady until I felt like I was about to shoot, then slowing down and changing my rhythm, then fast again. I was sweating heavily and I could feel the droplets of perspiration trickling down my chest and back and pits. I looked down and saw a bead of sweat hanging from my nipple. It dropped onto his chest and my tongue darted after it. I pressed my face into his pecs as I fucked, then into the hair under his outstretched arms.

    Finally, I clamped my mouth over his, fucking his face with my tongue while I fucked his ass with my cock. I plunged forward, really rutting him now, feverish in my need to get off. He was bucking up against me, really into it. I could feel his hard cock twitching against my stomach.

    “Oh God,” he yelled, “I’m gonna come.”

    His dick spasmed and his asshole contracted as he shot one, two, three, then four volleys of come up his belly to his furry chest. That was all it took. “Yes! Yes!” I called out as I flooded the condom with my juice. I had never come so hard in my life. I collapsed onto him as he held me tightly, our panting bodies stuck together with sweat and come. He kissed me and I felt his dick hardening against me.

    “Now it’s my turn.”


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  • Floating World Bitten Peach

    It was difficult to tell that they were even engaging in clouds and rain. The rice merchant was perhaps Xiu’s most refined client. He was a connoisseur of the tea ceremony, and anyone passing by the chamber would have thought that this was all the merchant Fu Yang and the young jinan—male prostitute—were doing: drinking tea and having an intimate moment.

    And having an intimate moment was exactly what they were having. They were kneeling, closely side by side, on a tatami mat in front of a tea service on a low table. They were both clothed in rich-colored silk hanfu—robes—which billowed around their bodies in folds that intertwined with each other. The merchant had an arm around Xiu, holding him closely into his side. Xiu was twisted away from Fu and rolled over on his thigh and hip. Somewhere in the twisted folks of the two men’s hanfu an opening had been created that permitted access to Xiu’s channel by Fu’s yang chu—cock. The rice merchant was slowly and languidly pulling Xiu on and off his yang chu by the pressure and release of his arm around the jinan’s body.

    Xiu caught the hint of motion at the door to the chamber and looked over to see the new zhaoguzhe—caretaker, manager of the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia men’s pleasure house—peeking around the door frame. He signaled to Xiu that they had something to discuss. Xiu inclined his head. He usually didn’t rush Fu when he visited, sometimes letting him overstay his time. Xiu was too senior to have to stay within the set bounds on time, and for the men who were the most attentive in scheduling his time, he liked to extend the time, telling them that it was because they were so good to him. That kept them coming back and paying well—and bringing him gifts for himself.

    The zhaoguzhe’s signal, though, told Xiu to keep the session short. The caretaker would not have interrupted the session if he did not have something important to discuss with Xiu. The new zhaoguzhe was as strict, organized, and commanding as the old one had been. Xiu wondered if all zhaoguzhe were alike. This one had stepped in like he knew the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia intimately and had a schedule set up for Xiu almost before his month of rest after the initiating clouds and rain ceremony was over. Considering the unusual demands made on Xiu for his first clouds and rain experience, he might have asked for extra rest—he had done so for Bolin, who still had not recovered from the assault of the rough, golden-haired kueilo—foreign ghost—sailor. But the new zhaoguzhe reviewed the requests coming in for Xiu’s services and decided that the benefits to be had of scheduling Xiu within the usual custom was just too tempting to pass up.

    Xiu turned his face to Fu’s and took the merchant’s lips in his. The merchant was surprised—but not angry—at this forwardness by Xiu.

    “I’m sorry, sire, I cannot resist you,” Xiu murmured. “You are irresistible to me in your attentions. You make me lose control.”

    The rice merchant grunted his surprise and pleasure as Xiu moved his buttocks up onto Fu’s lap without losing the purchase of the merchant’s yang chu inside him, and started to pump his pelvis up and down on the cock, moaning and sighing, and congratulating the merchant on the size and strength of his yang chu.

    Fu ejaculated well before his usual time was up, but he had been given such a surprising and unusual clouds and rain that he gave no complaint, not even realizing he was being bundled out earlier than usual.

    When Xiu came to the zhaoguzhe’s office after kissing the rice merchant away, he discovered that the issue was connected with the benefits to the nanleshijia’s treasury that the zhaoguzhe could not resist. He found the caretaker talking in hushed and serious tones with his associate, a strange, quiet young man from the north of the kingdom of Wu who the zhaoguzhe had brought with him.

    The zhaoguzhe looked up at Xiu as he entered, almost startled that the jinan had been able to end his session so quickly.

    “Don’t worry,” Xiu said. “Fu Yang left happy.”

    “You are such a blessing to the nanleshijia, Xiu,” the zhaoguzhe said. “I am quite sorry what must be done. But there is no choice. You have been requested specifically.”

    Xiu didn’t speak. He was accustomed to not being the one in any scheme that was given notice or preference.

    “You have, no doubt, heard of the pirate, Ming Lei?” The zhaoguzhe spoke in a low voice, while looking around the office, as if the walls had ears.

    “Yes, certainly. Who has not? What of him? I have heard that he has not been bothering the shipping at the mouth of the Yangtze recently.”

    “He hasn’t because he’s been up the river bothering the shipping up there.”

    “And you know this because—?”

    “Because his emissary has told us so.”

    “His emissary?” Xiu didn’t like the thought of where this was heading.

    “Yes. Ming Lei is coming here, to the nanleshijia. Under a cover of secrecy, of course.”

    “And he is coming to clouds and rain with me?”

    “Yes. We have no choice, really.”

    “But why me specifically?”

    “He has heard of the kueilo ship’s captain and his use of the crude position of the dog with you in clouds and rain, and he wishes to have that experience.”

    “Aiee, is there no relief from that?” Xiu exclaimed.

    “There is a threat of raiding us and burning us out if we do not cooperate. The emissary wasn’t at all delicate about establishing that.”

    “And a threat of the same if we inform the prefecture authorities he will be here, as well?”

    “No threat was needed, Xiu. If we tell the Duke of Shi the pirate is here, our world will surely end in the ensuing attempt to capture or kill him. All that you have heard of the reputation of the Duke of Shi is true. He is ruthless and wouldn’t think twice of burning us out as soon as you were engaged with the pirate captain. This is a time to be quiet and politic. And that is not all I must inform you of.”

    “What else is there, zhaoguzhe?”

    “The reports that the Jin kueilo—foreign devils—and their warship are sailing off the mouth of the Yangtze again are also true. And I know this, as I am sure you are going to ask, because they too have sent an emissary saying the captain wishes your services again. I’m sorry, Xiu.”

    Xiu was not quite as sorry at the prospect of another clouds and rain experience with the hungmao—red hair—with the gigantic yang chu and the crude, but satisfying, position of the dog as he was with the unknown pirate captain, who was known for ruthless cruelty. But he would not show this to the zhaoguzhe.

    “Which will come to me first?” was Xiu’s simple question. He was resolved to do what he was trained to do. He just wished that he would not be used as a political pawn.

    “The pirate Ming Lei.”

    “When?”

    “Tomorrow, in the dark of night.”

    “I will be prepared, of course.”

    * * * *

    The zhaoguzhe and his assistant stood by the dock below the cliff-top compound of pavilions making up the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia for nearly two hours in the dark of the next night. The assistant was holding a lantern, muffled on the land side with a cloth, so that the beacon could only be seen from the waters of the Yangtze. Both men were dressed in black hanfu. They didn’t want to call attention to their vigil, and they needed to be the ones to greet the pirate, Ming Lei. Very few at the nanleshijia knew of his planned visit. The fewer who knew the more likely that the Duke of Shi would never know the pirate had visited the nanleshijia. The zhaoguzhe could easily lose his head for not warning the authorities. The pirate had put the nanleshijia in a very tough spot.

    As the two looked out to the river, the clouds that had been scuttling across the sky, blotting out the full moon, moved away, and the zhaoguzhe could see the outline of a vessel that must be that of Ming Lei. He also now could hear the muffled oars dipping through the water as a small boat with three figures in it approached the dock.

    The boat hit the dock and one of the figures jumped out and tied a rope from the boat to an iron ring in one of the dock’s posts. The figure that had been in the middle of the boat—a man of great height and imposing figure—climbed to the dock and approached. The zhaoguzhe’s assistant lifted the lantern to shine on the countenance of the late-night visitor.

    “You!” the pirate and the zhaoguzhe exclaimed in unison, and, with surprise, in a louder tone than either had expected to be speaking, privacy not being a concern of one any more than of the other.

    “Niu?” the zhaoguzhe then said, in a more hushed tone.

    “Shun?” the pirate promptly countered.

    “You are the pirate Ming Lei?” the zhaoguzhe asked in disbelief. “The last I knew you had been taken before the King of Wu.”

    “That ultimately did not work out too well. So, you are the zhaoguzhe of the famous Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia now? I thought you were dead. I was told that the raiding party from the kingdom of Chu had killed you, although no one would show me a body. Several said they saw a killing sword stroke applied to your back.”

    “I think your dirty tunics in the pack on my back saved me.”

    Niu laughed. “You must tell me how you came to return to Nantung. And this, your assistant,” Niu said, with an indulgent smile, turning his attention to the young man at Shun’s side. “Haven’t I seen him before too?”

    “I trust the story of my journey here is as unusual and blessed with luck as yours. And you should recognize my assistant, Rong, here. But I’m surprised you do. He became a bitten peach under you the night before we parted. But you enjoyed the virginity of so many young men—and threw them aside without another thought or look thereafter. I’m surprised you can distinguish one of them from any of the others.” This was spoken almost bitterly. Shun himself had been used thusly many seasons ago, right here in Nantung, when Niu was the baoan—protector—of the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia and Shun was a mere servant of the establishment.

    “Let me have a word with Rong,” Shun went on to say, “and he will go ahead and prepare the way. Then we must converse before going up to the pavilions.”

    Shun took Rong aside and whispered, “Go quickly and tell Xiu he most hide. The storage room in the west wing is the best place. Tell him there will be no pirate captain for him to service this night. But do not tell him why or who the pirate is. Do you understand, Rong? Pay attention, Rong, this is very important.”

    Rong had been standing there, his eyes agape. The last time he’d seen this god of a man now called Ming Lei, the pirate, the man had been taking Rong’s virginity. And afterward, Rong—like most of Niu’s conquests—would have given anything to be taken again. When he focused on Shun, he simply muttered, “I do not understand.”

    “You need not understand,” Shun hissed. “Just do as I say.”

    The zhaoguzhe did not have time or opportunity here on the dock in the dark, with the pirate captain just a few paces from them, to explain what had instantly come to him he must do—that he wanted to do. Shun, no less than Rong, had fallen under Niu’s spell when he’d lost his virginity to the man. And he had chaffed, during months of service to the man, that Niu would not lie with him again thereafter—that he had eyes only for Xiu when they were still at the nanleshijia and could speak of no one but Xiu all the time they were tramping together through the kingdom of Wu, trying to meet up with the king. Shun was flat out jealous and always would be. He no longer wanted to lie under Niu—or at least not as much as he once had. But he also didn’t want Niu to have what he wanted—Xiu lying under him.

    When Rong had started running up the stairs ascending the cliff to the men’s pleasure house above, Shun went back to Niu’s side.

    “I am sorry, Niu—may we drop pretenses and call each other by the names we knew seasons ago?—but I have shocking news. We cannot go up the stairs before I’ve told you. You probably will not wish to go.”

    “What is it? I’ve come for the services of Xiu. You know that I want him.”

    “Xiu is no more, Niu.”

    “I do not understand. Explain yourself.”

    “Xiu died between the time your emissary visited us and now.”

    “How can this be? It has only been days.”

    “If I had known it was you, I could have saved you the trip. I know you only want virgins. Xiu was a bitten peach jinan—male prostitute—anyway. And that is why Xiu is no longer of this earth. You have heard of the fighting vessel of the Jin—the monster foreigners—kueilo—from the north that has been lurking in our waters.”

    “Yes, so? Do not tease with me. Your news has sorely wounded me.”

    “By the order of the Duke of Shi, Xiu’s virginity was given to the kueilo captain. The clouds and rain ceremony was only two moons ago. But the hungmao—that is what we called him—was so massively built and so cruel that Xiu was torn asunder inside. He lingered from then until now, but he has succumbed from the servicing. You may remember Bolin. He too was ruined by the kueilo. He still breathes, but when you see how wounded he is, you will understand why Xiu passed on.”

    “This does not please me,” Niu said angrily. “It does not please me one bit.”

    The zhaoguzhe looked at the man who had become a legendary pirate, with concern. The nanleshijia was still in danger of being burned, it would seem. Shun did what he thought he had to do.

    “We have young jinan in preparation who I am sure would please you—ones not yet bitten peaches. I would not have you come and be disappointed in having your need unmet.”

    “I have no time or patience for a formal clouds and rain ceremony with one of your uninitiated jinan. And I am in a foul mood now. I feel like conquering someone. Whatever the kueilo can do I can surpass.”

    Niu’s eyes were full of anger and Shun knew that vengeance was on his mind. Thinking quickly, but not without regret, Shun sighed and said, “We have a young servant—just barely of age—who is comely and is a virgin. He appears a boy, but he is a man. He is shy and very innocent of the world. He is what I remember that you like. There need be no ceremony. You may do as you wish with him.”

    Shun regretted offering Tang like this. He was such a likable and trusting young man. Shun had been thinking of making him into a jinan, but he did not think the young man wanted that and he was really too old to start the long training process. But he was such an affable young man.

    “My mood is to punish—to conquer . . . to lay ruin,” Niu said grimly. “I have heard of this tasking position of the dog the kueilo use, and I was looking forward to engaging it with Xiu.”

    “We would not tell the young man what is to befall him, then,” Shun said, with a deep sigh. “You could conquer him. Would that appease you? He belongs to the nanleshijia, so whatever you wish to do . . . whatever. He has no family. There is no one on earth who would know he ever existed.”

    * * * *

    The jinan, Ping, was posed on a tatami mat on the decking outside the pavilion, singing a sad song and accompanying himself on the lute. Folds of silk robing swathed him from the waist down, cascading in folds around his kneeling body. His boyish, but well-muscled chest was bare and glistening with oil under the flickering lights of the torches.

    Inside the dimly lit pavilion, a steaming tub of scented water had been prepared by the house servants, among them the shy Tang, who had been pointed out to the pirate captain when the servants had entered the room. The jinan, Wangan, was supervising the unrobing of Niu while the house servants prepared the bath. The scene had been orchestrated by Wangan, still smarting from how the kueilo captain had taken him by surprise in the tub. His mind had told him that if another one in the house of the Cut Sleeve was taken the same way, the embarrassing stories of his own ordeal would not be so baldly bandied about.

    When Niu was naked, Wangan knelt before him and took Niu’s magnificent yang chu in his mouth and gave him suck. After a few moments, with Niu in full erection, Wangan led Niu to the bath and helped him get into the tub and sit back. He sponged Niu’s body off while the servants renewed the bath with hot water from jars. As the servants started to withdraw, Wangan took hold of Tang and crowded him against the side of the tub. Niu reach up under the hem of the young servant’s tunic and took hold of Tang’s small cock. Tang gave an exclamation of surprise and Wangan took hold of the sides of the young servant’s tunic and pulled it over his head and discarded it,

    Tang began to whimper and to struggle, and Wangan pushed him into the tub with Niu and then turned and left. But he only went as far as through the beaded curtains to the corridor and then turned to watch from the shadows what would transpire. He’d heard the rumor that the cruel pirate had been given permission to take the unknowing servant to the grave and would use the Kueilo Position to do so. Such a story would completely eclipse the indignity that Wangan had suffered in that tub.

    All the time Ping was singing his sad song and playing on his lute as if unaware of what was happening in the pavilion—although of course he knew what was happening.

    Tang thrashed about on top of Niu in the tub, held there by Niu’s strong encasing arms. Niu lowered his mouth Tang’s nipples and bit him there, unconcerned and only laughing that Tang was flailing against him and had buried his hands in Niu’s head hair. Niu’s yang chu was between Tang’s thighs, curving up into his buttocks and knocking for entrance, but the bulb was too big and Tang’s virginal entrance was too small—and Tang was writhing and trying to get away, out of the tub.

    Niu turned in the tub, getting Tang under him and pushed Tang’s head under the water. He held it there for several seconds. When he pulled Tang’s head up by his hair, the small, wild-eyed youth gasped for air, sputtered, and flung his body around.

    After the third head dipping, though, all of the fight went out of Tang. Niu turned the young servant’s body belly to the curve of the back of the tub, sternum against the rim, and arms dangling, useless and exhausted over the back of the tub. Tang looked to Ping with eyes that pleaded and showed his fear and lack of understanding of why this was happening to him. Ping cast his eyes down and continued singing his song and playing his lute. He knew what his position in the house was. He had not, however, been told that license had been given to take Tang beyond the pale.

    Positioning his chest over Tang’s back and kneeling behind him in the tub, with knees on either outer side of Tang’s, Niu assumed the position of the dog, took his enormous, erect yang chu in his hand, positioned it at the young servant’s virginal hole, and worked his way inside. Tang cried out, but Niu covered his mouth with his free hand and stifled off the young man’s attempts to scream. He pinched the frightened servant’s nose and completely covered the young man’s mouth with the heel of his hand so that Tang nearly blacked out before Niu gave him momentary relief, toying with him, keeping the young man barely conscious. Niu rode the young man’s buttocks like a horse galloping across the desert, mounting and covering him like a dog and thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

    Wanting more play from his prey, Niu released Tang’s mouth and nose, and the young servant gasped, taking in great gulps of air. Niu reached around and slapped Tang on the face, trying to make him more animated, more resistant, regardless of how futile that was. Tang began a half-hearted attempt to struggle again, as Niu’s cock slowly worked its way inside him, but his writhing only served to saddle Niu more quickly. Niu’s hands when to Tang’s throat and applied pressure, giving the young servant something else to worry about—where his next breath was coming from—more than the gigantic staff that had taken possession of his channel.

    Niu paused, buried inside Tang’s channel, and then began to pump again, slowly at first and then faster and faster, working out all of the anger he felt at the loss of Xiu. Tang lay under him, inert, no longer struggling, and when Niu let loose of his throat and moved a hand to cup the young man’s chin and arch his head backward, Tang took Niu’s thumb inside his mouth with no more than a whimper and gave it suck.

    By the time Niu had given the erstwhile virgin his seed, Tang was moaning and sighing and his hips were moving in rhythm with Niu’s thrusting pelvis.

    Rising up from the tub, Niu declared, “That was satisfying, but nothing will substitute for the loss of the dead Xiu.”

    Ping looked up sharply. Tang wasn’t dead, and it seemed that the pirate was finished toying with him. But, more important, Xiu wasn’t dead. Niu apparently thought Xiu was dead, but Ping knew he wasn’t. And Ping had been in the nanleshijia when Niu had been here as baoan and had lost his position because he was randy for Xiu, who had not been through the clouds and rain ceremony yet. After Niu had escaped north from the nanleshijia with the current zhaoguzhe, Shun, as his servant, Ping knew that Xiu had pined for Niu.

    Ping had experienced his own lost love. The son of the cotton industrialist, who had claimed to love him but who had deserted him when he found out Ping was a jinan—and had been his father’s jinan.

    When he was sold back to the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia, Ping had repeatedly been told that he had violated one of the key rules of the world of the jinan—he had made the mistake of loving a man. But Ping, even though he had been deserted by his love, rebelled against this “rule.” The life of a jinan was rough and tragic and they all either died young or were turned into old, bitter men with nothing but the most servile duties ahead of them. Ping would take any chance at love rather than never having loved at all.

    He knew that Xiu loved Niu. Xiu had pined for Niu for months after the baoan had left. The lives of so many of the jinan turned to tragedy, as Ping well knew, and he wished that one—just one—of his fellow cut sleeves could receive happiness.

    The zhaoguzhe returned to the pavilion. “I hope that our precious servant, Tang, has satisfied your needs, sire,” Shun said, his eyes downcast. He didn’t want to look at the unwitting servant who he had given to Niu, although in his heart he was relieved that the young man still was breathing. Tang was silent, only half conscious and exhausted, still draped over the edge of the tub where Niu had left him. But he was alive. Shun looked at the young man with distaste, realizing that Niu had bitten his peach in the position of the dog, which was almost sacrilege in the nanleshijia. This was demeaning for Tang, but Shun hoped the young man would never know what could have been his fate.

    Shun took another look at Tang—and was rewarded with another pin prick of slight disgust—when he saw Tang lift his eyes and look dreamily at Niu. A slight smile formed on the spent youth’s mouth. Despite the demeaning way his peach had been bitten, the young fool wanted more from the pirate. Yet another fool to have lost his virginity to Niu, Shun thought, and roughly so—but who would gladly open his legs to Niu again if given the chance.

    “He does not suffice for Xiu, no,” Niu said gruffly. “But I have changed since you last knew me. If a virgin has pleased me, I will lay with him again. If you give Tang to me to take back to my ship and dally with, I will not further show my displeasure for the loss of Xiu. But I am still wild with grief that he is beyond the pale.”

    Fearing the pirate captain’s wrath, Shun reluctantly agreed to give him Tang. He tried his best not to look at Tang, but he could not help doing so, and, as he knew would be the case, Tang was now looking well pleased.

    The zhaoguzhe left the pavilion to summon Wangan to prepare Tang for travel.

    This left Niu and the semicomatose Tang alone with Ping.

    Understanding that Niu loved Xiu as Xiu loved Niu—and that Niu would not reject Xiu just because Xiu was no longer a virgin—and driven by his bitterness over how a jinan was supposed to see love of a jinan for a man, Ping stopped singing and said softly, not even meaning Niu to hear him, “Xiu is not dead.”

    But Niu heard him. “What is that you have said, singer?”

    “Xiu is not dead. He is here in this nanleshijia—and very much alive. I can take you to him,” Ping said in a stronger voice.

    When they reached the storage room in the west wing, Niu still naked, not having robed in his excitement at being taken to Xiu, beat down the door that locked Xiu away. Ping stepped back, as the two lovers, in instant recognition, rushed into each other’s arms like two bulls fighting over a cow. They kissed wildly as Niu tore at Xiu’s robes. Still standing, Niu pushed Xiu’s body against the wall, Xiu climbed Niu’s hips with his legs, and Niu quickly was fucking Xiu in long, insistent, deep thrusts.

    Ping returned to the pavilion where Tang had been ravished. Wangan was there, drying and clucking soothing noises at the trembling body of Tang, no longer in the tub.

    “The pirate is not here,” Wangan said sharply to Ping as he reentered the pavilion.

    “He is gone, back to his ship,” Ping said, knowing for a certainty that this would be true as soon as the two lovers had reached their initial explosion. And Ping knew that Xiu would be going with Niu.

    “Back to his ship?” Tang raised his head and plaintively whispered. “But he said he was going to take me with him.”

    And, looking at the crushed expression on Tang’s face, Ping too now knew that the mystique of Niu continued. Every virgin he conquered wanted more of him.

    Shun entered the pavilion at that moment, and upon hearing the news that Niu was gone, his face showed the same utter disappointment as Tang’s did.

    The zhaoguzhe, Ping thought, even he remains under the spell of Niu.

    * * * *

    Not more than an hour later, the alarm bell was ringing at the entrance of the nanleshijia. Shun, Rong, and the jinan and servants were slow to react, as they were still reeling from searching for Niu and not finding him—and then discovering that Xiu was gone as well. It would not have mattered if they were on full alert, though. The nanleshijia was quickly overrun with the crew of the Jin fighting ship.

    The raiders of the Jin ship had arrived earlier than expected and had arrived randy, having heard the tales of pleasure their hungmao captain and gold-haired first mate had told of their visit to the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia.

    The gold-haired monster grabbed Shun by the wrist and threatened his life if he did not reveal where Bolin was being kept. Out of fear for his master, Rong, told the gold-hair where he could find the jinan who was still recovering from the kueilo’s last visit.

    The gold-hair handed Shun over to two burly sailors, with another set taking Rong, and both were floored and double fucked where they had stood. Both Wangan and Tang were back in the tub of water, one draped over one end and the other over the other, each with a sailor pumping their asses.

    The hungmao was standing before Ping who had returned to his tatami mat and his song and lute while the others of the house had been frantically and unsuccessfully searching for Niu and Xiu.

    The Jin boat captain smiled cruelly at Ping, shrugged out of his clothing, and grabbed his massively erect yang chu in his hand.

    Ping had played his music for the hungmao and Xiu during Xiu’s clouds and rain initiating ceremony and had seen the foreigner’s body and yang chu in all of their magnificence. He had heard Xiu moan for the hungmao as he had moaned for no one else when Ping was playing for Xiu while he entertained a client. And Ping knew how deeply Xiu had fantasized about this foreign devil’s prowess when he had returned to his ship.

    Resigned to his lot in life and how few useful years he had left in his profession—and already torched by love—Ping smiled back at the hungmao, opened his robes, took up a pillow, and laid back on the tatami mat, with the pillow under the small of his back. He lifted and spread his legs.

    The hungmao came to him quickly, reached under Ping’s legs and spread his buttocks cheeks, at the same time turning Ping onto his belly but elevating his pelvis and putting the singer on his knees. Mounting Ping’s hips in the position of the dog, the hungmao placed the bulb of his staff at Ping’s opening, and began to push.

    Ping panted and moaned, wondering how Xiu was able to endure this, knowing that he couldn’t. But then he could, and the hungmao was plowing him deep. Ping groaned and cried out in pain melding into pleasure, the most possession he’d ever felt, and began to move his hips in consort with the hungmao’s thrusting pelvis and to work the hungmao’s yang chu with the undulating muscles of his channel walls. The hungmao gasped and laughed and began pumping in earnest.

    Ping could hear the plaintive wailing of Bolin in his faraway room, having been found in his sick bed, still there from the last brutal assault on his body by the gold-haired kueilo. But Ping didn’t care. He was receiving the clouds and rain of a lifetime. If he were to die now, he would not care.

    But Ping was not to die now. The debauchery coming to a close, the sailors were choosing their captives. The gold-hair was striding toward the nanleshijia’s entrance with an unconscious Bolin slung over his shoulder.

    The hungmao gave the command to fire the pavilions, and sailors had already started doing that. The hungmao, however, fucked on. Ping had come twice for him and had maneuvered the kueilo into the position of the beaten dog, the hungmao still penetrating him from behind, but Ping taking his weight on his chest, spreading his arms wide, and hanging his ankles on the hungmao’s shoulders, while the kueilo captain stood between his thighs and thrust downward. This gave both more pleasure and the hungmao even more depth inside Ping.

    At the last possible moment, after lathering Ping’s insides with his cum, the hungmao laughed and rose stepped back from Ping, causing the singer to collapse into the pillows. For an instant, Ping thought he’d be left there to burn, but then the hungmao reached down, picked Ping up—with Ping reaching out and grabbing his lute as he was being raised—and slung Ping over his shoulder.

    The crew of the Jin fighting ship was gone from the burning nanleshijia compound as quickly as they had appeared.

    Shun and Rong were both among those left behind. They struggled up and stumbled out of the burning pavilion. Pulling themselves together, they began organizing an effort to save whatever of the other pavilions could be saved.

    The next morning Shun was standing out on the deck on the cliff overlooking the bend in the Yangtze. He had his back to the smoldering remains of his compound. His mind was assessing what he had left in terms of jinan, servants, and pavilion space. The raiders had not found the house’s treasure store. It obviously had been other treasure they were randy for.

    Rong had been sent to the prefecture capital at Yangzhou to inform the Duke of Shi of the debauching by the foreign devils. But for the Cut Sleeve Nanleshijia, at least, any military response to the foreign raid would be too little, too late.

    The Jin fighting ship was out there, taunting the people of the Middle Kingdom. Shun could see the masts of the giant ship near the mouth of the Yangtze. Not wanting to look to where who knows what was happening to his lost jinan, Shun looked up river. He saw that the pirate ship of Ming Lei, who he knew as Niu, was sailing back down the river toward the mouth of the Yangtze. By now Shun had guessed that Niu had found Xiu and had taken him away to his ship. Shun also surmised that Xiu had gone willingly. He could not fault Xiu. If Niu beckoned to Shun, even now, Shun would go with him too.

    With a jolt, Shun realized that the pirate ship was headed for the Jin fighting ship. His first thought was to descend to the dock and to try to signal Niu’s ship somehow that he was sailing into the arms of a foreign fighting ship of immense size and power. Shun had no idea who would win in a battle between these two.

    He started to move toward the top of the stairs down the side of the cliff, but then he stopped. He realized that he really didn’t care. All he really cared about was the welfare of his jinan—and most of them were beyond his help now. He sighed, thinking of the old saying that jinan were lucky if they died young, because their glory came early, flared for a few short years, and then it was all emptiness after that. So, the lucky jinan died young. Most of them died tragically.

    Shun turned his face away from the river and walked slowly back into the ashes of the nanleshijia. Whatever drama was about to be played out at the mouth of the Yangtze was beyond his control—or his care.

    -FINI-


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  • There’s The Beef

    “Such an impressive quantity for your first milking,” said the stern male voice. “You’ll certainly make a prize heifer.”

    Just hours ago the straight boy had been leaving the office for the night, looking forward to a weekend of drinks with the lads and flirting with hot girls, when he was ambushed by a gang of thugs. He thought they were going to mug him, dressed all smart as he was in his suit, but the truth was far more sinister – and far weirder. Dragged kicking and shouting into the back of a parked van, his clothes ripped from his body, stripped down to his underwear, hands groping him and tying him up as he was transported to God-only-knows-where.

    He certainly never suspected that he’d been selected for capture as a cum cow, or that he’d find himself thrown into a cage with several other young men – all naked, bound and shivering with panic and confusion – while waiting to be blindfolded and strapped into this bondage sling by a group of depraved horny homos. He’d never even encountered the term ‘cum cow’ or fully understood exactly what these perverts wanted with him, but the way they talked about him – ‘heifer’, ‘bull’, ‘livestock’ – made him shudder with righteous indignation… and anxious dread.

    “Where the fuck am I? Who are you? What do you want? Don’t fucking touch me, creep! No! I said get off!”

    He was a feisty young bull, his muscles bulging as he bared his teeth and desperately yanked at his restraints with defiant ire, his hunky body humiliatingly sprawled out in the sling, legs akimbo, wrists and ankles strapped in tight, his limp juicy cock flopping around. The blindfold only heightened his sense of confusion and terror as he tried to comprehend his situation.

    “This is wrong… you can’t do this! Please,” his voice wavered with a glimmer of alarm, “I’ll give you whatever you want, money, anything. You don’t have to do this.”

    “We’re not interested in your money,” said a stern male voice.

    “Wh-who are you?”

    “I am the director of this facility.”

    “Facility? The fuck?!”

    “You have been identified as prime cum cow material and will be routinely milked every day; every drop of your semen will be harvested, collected and preserved for sale. You will know no life outside these walls. No-one will find you. You have one task to perform from now on – the continual and abundant production of cum. We will of course feed you, rest you as necessary, in order to nourish your body and replenish your balls. You will endure this until we are satisfied that you have been throughly drained beyond your usefulness, or until the quality of your milk declines – whichever occurs first. Now, let us begin.”

    And that was it. The whole macabre scenario explained in an eerily calm voice as if it were something so banal, so ordinary. The straight boy’s heart rate increased, his body shivered with sweat, and a wave of nausea washed over him as he listened in abject horror to the outlandish ordeal being described to him.

    The continual and abundant production of cum?

    “What the fucking hell are you talking about, you psycho?! What! What is this? Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

    The straight boy ranted and raved, but there was no reply. He felt hands touching him. He felt something being taped to his perky nipples. He felt something cold and greasy being pressed against his tight virgin asshole.

    “Oh what the fuuughh… fuck, no, nugh… agh… no, no, stop, wait… stop, no… uuugghhh… ffffuugghhh… FUCK YOU, FUCK, NO, PLEASE, PLEASE!” The metallic dildo, thickly coated with oily lube, was snugly inserted deep into his ass despite his wilful attempts to resist. It started to buzzzzzz noisily, emitting an intense vibration inside him. He gasped with shock, mouth agape and eyes wide with sudden fright and disbelief. This was happening. Holy fuck, this was actually happening.

    And then the electrodes taped to his chest started to hum quietly as they pulsated and stimulated his sensitive nipples. His body trembled, his teeth chattered, his toes wriggled nervously, his fists clenched and he started to feel dizzy as the words tormented his mind…

    …routinely milked…

    …harvested…

    …throughly drained…

    “Nuuuugh, no, oh fuck, no… aaahh… Jeeeesssuusss… this isn’t fucking real, thissss can’t be… uuuhhh… whaaat are you doing to meeee…?”

    And then he felt the feather, gently teasing his balls, stroking his dick, tickling his taint… and he felt his dick twitch and stiffen… slowly getting harder and harder… and he tried to fight it… oh God, he tried so hard to fight the sickening arousal that his defenceless body was being subjected to… he tried to shout for help, but all he could do was bleat incoherently…

    And then, when his dick was almost fully erect, he felt something smooth and round being rested against his big heavy balls. It started to vibrate as intensely as the dildo in his ass, making his nuts jiggle about and coaxing his dick to stand straight up in the air, erect and throbbing – and ready to be milked.

    The straight boy continued to plead and protest as he felt his hard cock being inserted into a tube… the insides were wet and clung to his rigid shaft… he shook his head in blind panic, terrified of what they were going to do to him. He couldn’t produce cum on command! What the hell was wrong with these sickos?

    “No, no, no… no… this is wrong, this… this is so wrong, you can’t fucking do this! You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me! Aaahh… uuuuhhh… stop, oh God, stop…!”

    But it was too late. There was a clicking sound… a low-level whirring… and the cock pump began to rhythmically jerk him off against his will.

    “Aaahhhhh… no, nuuugh… naaah… oh fuck… gah… God… fuuh… fuck, fuuuuuhh… ssstop, stop, please… pleeeeaaahh… please, nuuh… uuunnnhhhh God…”

    He gasped. He squirmed. He trembled. He groaned. He panted. He shook with rage, humiliation, shock, fear and distress. And then he –

    “Ungh… uuungh… fuuuck… no, no… uuunnnghh… no, please, not… not like this… uuuuuhhh… aaaahhh… ungh… ungh… ungh… ungh… ungh… ungh…” The straight boy released a series of spurts into the pump: one spurt… two spurts… three spurts… four spurts… five spurts… unaware that each eruption of jizz was being siphoned out of the pump into a container beneath the sling… six spurts…

    Finally he felt something being pushed into his open mouth. It felt like a big rubber dick. He gagged and choked and tried to spit it out, but it was too big. A strap was tightened around his head to secure it in place, pressing against his tongue as he tried to scream.

    “Nnnnnnggggghhh!”

    “Cows have no right to protest,” said the stern male voice. “They need only produce.”

    “Hhhhhnnngghh, mmmmppphhh!”

    The straight boy struggled to comprehend the fact that he had been reduced to little more than a bull, to serve no purpose other than to keep producing load after load after load of warm sticky spunk. In the back of his mind he prayed for someone to rescue him; Scotland Yard, the FBI, his family, anyone. Surely someone would find him? He couldn’t endure this repulsive torture any longer – and it had only just begun.

    “Ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh, ungh… uuuuungh… unnnnghh… uuuunghhh…”

    And the cum continued to ooze out of his aching dick.

    *   *   *

    “Such an impressive quantity for your first milking,” said the stern male voice. “You’ll certainly make a prize heifer.”

    “Mmmmph… mmmph… uuunnngghh…” All the bull could do was whimper pathetically as the pump continued to bounce up and down on his sore cock, tirelessly jerking him off as he twitched and tugged weakly at his restraints.

    It had been hours. How many, he couldn’t tell. He had lost all sense of time and place. He had lost count of the amount of times he had shot his load. He felt hot breath against his cheek and the voice in his ear said:

    “Welcome to The Creamery, straight boy.”

    THE END


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  • Hot Little Waiter Gets Fucked

    Sven a 30 year old tall 6ft 2 Scandinavian Mixed Heritage African and Swedish heritage guy was in lust. He was out on an evening with some friends and he was in a local popular restaurant which had lots of music and Karaoke and everybody was having fun. What was most pleasurable for him was seeing the young waiter who was very attentive, always filling his glass and smiling every time he saw Sven, as he did the others in the restaurant. 

     

    He was about 19 5ft 7 inch slim and had a really innocent face and did not understand a word that Sven said, but that did not matter at all. He had light brown hair beautiful brown eyes and was fairly light skinned and he wore a pair of jeans and the restaurant emblem t shirt that fitted him perfectly. Sven was conflicted as on one hand he wanted to cuddle the lad and on the other had he want to fuck his innocent brains out and was very controlled in his interactions with him, not wanting to embarrassed the him within his work environment. 

     

    He also in a very macho lead Middle Eastern country and was aware of the attitude towards homosexaulity, so and did not want to cause any problems for lad, so he just enjoyed the atmosphere. As the evening wore on the place was busy and the Kuray which was the waiters name was very running all over the place his butt was sticking out nicely encased in his waiter garb and he was still smiling which melted Sven heart.

     

    At the end of the night he paid his bill and was about to leave and went to used the restroom. Kuray was in there and smiled at him and said a shy “hello.” Sven had a piss and washed his hands and Kuray was still there looking at him with his shy smile and before he knew it, he pulled the lad towards him and cuddle him and gave him two kisses on the cheek and said “I have to go.” “Wait” and he was given a phone number which was popped into his pocket and he left. He was happy and was smiling and his friends said “are you OK?” “Yes” he said and they all left.

    The next day he called the number and arrange to meet Kuray in a local cafe. He was already there in a pair of shorts and a white t short which fitted him perfectly. He was very shy and they communicated as best they could. using their mobile translators. “You live far?” he said. “No do you want to come tomy apartment?” Sven said. He nodded smiled and stood up and off they went to his place. 

     

    He he had to stop himself from molesting the lad on the way as he did not want to get arrested. “I see you looking at me Why” he asked? “Its because you are lovely to look “at Sven  admitted “are you angry with me, as I don’t want to cause you any trouble here?” “I am not angry but the other staff notice you looking at me especially Homer the other waiter who you also look at I notice.”

     

    Sven was feeling hot and embarrassed at this revelation as he thought that he was being discreet. Homer the other waiter was a 20 year old 5ft 8 slim build black haired dark, skinned hairy Arabic looking lad, who was really fit but cocky with it. When he smiled when he serve the customers, it was almost with a sneer. Sven also wanted to fuck his brains out but resisted doing so, but he noted that Homer was in the restroom a few times when he was in there.

     

    He avoided contact as he knew this would cause him grief in the long run. Homer’s ass was tight in his uniform an beautiful Bubble Butt and he was alway putting his ass in Sven face, who wanted to pull his trousers down and eat him out followed by his phat dick plowing right into his tight asshole and then bring him home and take him face down, ass up with his hand over his mouth plummellig out and he had a hard on just thinking about it.

    Kuray notice this and said “you like Homer yes I call him to come to you.” “No I Want You” and pulled the lad into his arms and stripped him and kissed him gently. “Tell me to stop” he said and was kissed back harder and his arms pulled Sven head down and they made out for long time touching each other and feling each other out. 

     

    Kuray handles Sven large cock which throbbed in his hands and his eyes open wide when he saw the lenght and girth of it as it was 9 inches thick with a large leaking head. He sank to his knees and open his mouth and licked the helmet and to Sven surprise was in complete control of him which was surpise as he thought he would have trach him what to do.

     

    The lad rubbed his face with the steamy prick and opened his mouth wide and bobbed it up and down until two thirds of it was in his mouth. It touched his throat and he started breathing hard and managed to slip the last 3 inches into the back of his throat, which clutched and milked the shaft. It bulged out of the side of the his neck and Sven withdraw his cock and there was a murmured protest. He was pulled up and pulled into the bedroom and flung on the bed and Sven was on top on him and mauling him and handling him roughly.

     

    He was kissed deeply and his fingers were intimately running all over the lads body and he kissed his way down to his cock which was 6 inches and devoured it, throating him and teasing the sensitive cut head, which was leaking pre cum like mad. Kuray pulled him down on his dick and started to fuck his mouth hard for a while and was moaning and wiggled when it go too sensitive. 

     

    He manoeuvred himself, so that he could suck Sven prick and deep throated him, giggling with delight at the size and girth of his prick and his clearly experience mouth and throat made Sven blow off a load of cum right into the back of his throat and he came as well with a surprisingly large load which swallowed and every drop consumed not to be wasted.

    They kissed for ages not speaking and Kuray innocent face was smiling that gorgeous smile and he placed Sven hand on his ass. His hole was moist with sweat and he indicated that he wanted Sven to finger him and his legs open wide. Sven had another plan and started to lick around the lads asshole and started rimming his tasty senstive hole. He inserted his tongue as far as it could go into the boys anus and made him squeal with delight as this was great. No man had done this to him before, as it was usually a straight ‘suck and fuck’ job, so this as new experience. 

     

    This went on for 20 minutes and Kuray came again from the sensations as his sensitive ass pussy was on fire. He screamed “I want Fuck NOW” and he pulled his ass cheeks and grabbed Sven’s big hands and pushed his ass onto the thick fingers that soon were plunging in and out of him. He was using his anal muscles to clamp down on them smiling that innocent smile even more broadly and was perspiring. He pulled Sven down for a kiss and his hands grabbed his prick lubricated it and maneuvered it so that it kissed his anal pussy and he pulled him right into him and clamped his legs round his lower back thus Sven sinking right deep in to his clutching asshole. 

     

    Sven nearly came and said to himself “Fuck this boys an expert and no way is he as innocent as I thought” and he pounded him hard and the smile never left the boys face. He laughed and giggled all through the hard slamming fuck, which made his hole go sloppy  He was farting and gurgling around the dick which plundering him at a hard going pace. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room and the sexual groans from Sven and the wails and screams from Kuray went on for about 30 minutes until both came at the same time and cuddle each other kissing like long lost lovers. 

    Both role over exhausted and Kuray laid in his side and indicated for Sven to place his dick in his cum filled ass and they fell asleep for the afternoon. He woke up at 5pm and Kuray said “I must go to work.” “No Please stay” he was deseperate for the boy. “No as I will lose my job” “Please stay with me I help you OK!” He said one moment and rang his employer and made an excuse and was informed “OK you can have the rest of the week off as it is quiet, but come on Friday as it wil be busy”. He passed on this news and relaxed and they made love all night.

     

    “Where did you learn to have sex with a man like that?” Sven asked later on. “Oh Homer and me were lovers and he teach me everything, also 4 Russians met us last year with our other waiter (Aras froTurkey who was good at taking Big Dicks in his Asshole) and fthey ucked me like crazy, so I learn quickly how to pleasure big men with big dicks.”

     

    Kuray laughed at Sven shocked expression and rode him, until he deposited another hot load of cum in his ass and was still smiling that innocent smile which melted Sven Heart.

  • Memoirs of a Trucker

    Having been raised on a farm since infancy, it was all I knew, or almost all I knew. Besides farming. I also knew how to drive a tractor and the semi rig we used to transport our crops and cattle to market.

    Life on the farm was both refreshing yet stressful.  As a teen, the best part was time spent with my two best friends, Jake and Bud.  They were the same age as me and in the same classes in high school.  We all enjoyed the same things, especially looking at the porn magazines Bud’s older brother brought us when he visited on weekends.

    Most were straight porn and some consisted of three way porn, with one woman and two men.  We were fascinated by the pictures of one man sucking the others cock while fucking the female.  It had our curiosity aroused and by the time we were seventeen we were sucking each other every chance e got, as well as fucking each other.  Oh, we still fucked females but enjoyed each other more.

    After high school graduation, we spent two weeks at Jake’s family’s cabin in the woods.  It was totally isolated and we spent the entire two week totally naked and having sex with each other, both oral and anal. 

    It was shortly after graduation that things at home changed. I had told dad that I was spending the weekend camping with Jake and Bud.  However, Jake’s dad became ill and he had to stay close to home and Bud had to go out of town with his parents.

    I went into town and messed around eventually ending up at an old park that was deserted. Even though the park was closed, you could usually find some action in the restroom, especially with hot college athletes or horny older men.  I scored with two football players, sucking them both dry, before heading home. 

    What I found at home was totally unexpected.

    My dads brother had moved in with us a few years earlier and he and dad had the two bedrooms with the connecting bath.  My bedroom and bath was an addition on the side of the house and very private.

    When I entered the house, I could hear soft moaning coming from dads bedroom.  Curious, I eased down the hall to check it out.  Like I said, what I found was totally unexpected.

    There in dad’s bed was he and Uncle Jim, both naked, arms around each other and kissing. As I secretly watched, they turned into a sixty-nine position and swallowed each others beautiful hard cocks.

    As I watched, I removed what little clothes I had on, freeing my hard cock from it’s confines.

    Slipping into the room, I silently eased up behind my dad and before he could react, I buried my tongue in his ass. He jumped and he and Jim stopped and stared at me, with dad trying to think of some excuse.

    Looking at him I smiled and said, “Dad, it’s cool. Me, Bud, and Jake have been having sex with each other for over a year. I just want to join you and Jim.” 

    Before he could respond, I swallowed his cock and began sucking him as I grasp Jim’s rock hard cock. They were motionless for a split second then dad hungrily swallowed my cock, then began sharing it with Jim.  Sex between me, dad and Jim became a daily thing. They quickly discovered that I loved laying on my back with one on each side of my head and receiving their cum loads in my face.  I loved being creamed.

    While Jake and Bud went to college, I joined the Army.  Because of my experience with diesel engines on the farm, I was assigned to the transportation pool after basic. Almost immediately, I struck up a close friendship with Dad Spencer, who everyone called Bubba.

    Bubba was from a small town in Alabama  and like myself grew up on a farm with his dad and older twin brothers.  I quickly learned that he was as close to his twin brothers as I was to Bud and Jake. 

    Then, one evening after we got off duty, we were off base enjoying a beer when he inadvertently said something about jerking with his brothers.  When he realized what he had said, he begged me to keep it secret.  Any slight suggestion of males doing anything sexual together could mean an immediate undesirable discharge.

    I assured him his secret was safe with me and that I did the same with Bud and Jake. And that it went into more than jerking off together.

    Smiling he thanked me and said, “You don’t think bad of me for doing that with them?”

    “Hell no,” I assured him.  “Bubba, we did a lot more that just jerking together.”

    “So did we, and loved it,” he said. “But just between us, it went much further, possibly like you and your buds.”

    “May I ask a very personal question?” I said.

    “Sure,” he said, adding, I feel I can trust you to keep it secret.”

    “Bubba, did it ever go as far as doing oral on each other?”

    “Yes, Mark, it did.  Not only did we do oral on each other, but we enjoyed anal also.”

    “Same with  me my buds, and honestly, I sure miss the fun,” I said.

    “Fuck, man, so do I.  I could sure use a hot roll in the hay about now.”

    “I noticed that small dumpy motel on the edge of town.  Want to join me and get a room?”

    “No limits sex?” he asked.

    “No limits sex!” I replied.

    We paid our bill and practically ran to his pickup. We sped to the motel and he went in and got the room, the cost which we split later.

    Immediately upon entering the room and locking the door, we closed the drapes and Bubba stepped up to me and wrapped his arms around me and we kissed passionately, swapping spit.

    As we did, we began to undress each other.  Bubba looked into my face and said, “I’ve been wanting this ever since I met you, but I felt sure you weren’t into men.”

    “Oh, I’m into men, alright.  I’ve only fucked pussy twice and that was more than enough for me.  Sex with another male is a hundred times better.”

    “I totally agree,” he replied. “I shared my cousin’s girlfriend and fucked her while he watched  then my brothers got there and she watched the four of us have sex.  They all had sex with her but when us guys were having sex it was better and she loved watching.”

    By now we were totally naked, kissing and fondling each others rock hard cock.  Bubba sported close to eight inches and was uncut with a very large hood over the head.  I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth and slide back the hood and savor the taste.

    He led me to the bed and we were soon in a hot sixty-nine, devouring each others cock.  After bringing each other to a roaring climax and eating each others reward, we cuddled and kissed.

    Then later, he asked me to fuck him. I said I would but only if he promised to fuck me afterward.  He agreed and it was about the best fuck I ever had, both in giving and receiving.

    Bubba and I spent every free moment together, having sex whenever possible.  Then  one day when I was to meet him at the motel, I arrived to a great surprise.  Not only Bubba but two other hot males were there, all totally naked.

    Bubba introduced me to his twin brothers, Caleb and Jonah.  Both were overly muscular and hairy in all the right places.  Both were as nicely endowed as Bubba if not larger.

    Smiling, he said, “I didn’t know they were going to visit.”

    “Well, I certainly don’t mind,” I said as I quickly began to strip. “I don’t think we will be doing much sleeping tonight, or t least I certainly hope not.”

    We all began kissing and fondling each other, before I soon dropped to my knees and began going from cock to cock sucking on them.  I soon knew that I wanted all three of them fucking my ass one immediately after the other.  I wanted all three loads in my ass., and I soon made my desire known, and all three were totally in favor of it.

    Jonah spoke up and said, “It ain’t the first time we done shared a guys ass, but it has been a while.  The last time was old man Jenkins the day before you left for the Army.”

    “How old was he?” I asked.

    “Probably about forty, I reckon,” Caleb replied. “But there weren’t nothing he didn’t do. He loved being a piss drinker.”

    After I had slid the hood back and cleaned the heads of their cocks, I had them start fucking me.  Being as large as they all were. It was hurting like hell, but I was loving every second of the action.  One by one, they deposited their huge thick loads in my ass, first Jonah, then Caleb, then Bubba.

     As I told them how awesome it had been, Caleb spoke up and said, “Now it’s time for you to share it and feed it to us.”

    One by one, they took turns sucking the cum out of my freshly fucked hole, kissing and sharing it.  

    We had sex all weekend and a another time a few months later, before bubba was transferred to another base.  Soon after I was transferred also, and wasn’t as lucky in finding a sex partner as I had been in the past.  I decided to put in my four years then get out.

    About a year before my discharge, I took a two week leave and had gone to a local truck stop to hitch a ride toward the beach.  I got to chatting with Josh, a trucker in his early forties and he offered me a ride.

    An hour later we were rolling down the highway, him behind the wheel and me discussing my job in the army. 

    With a smile on his face, he asked, “Can you drive  one of these things?”

    “Fuck yea,” I replied. “I do it around the motor pool all day long.”

    “This I gotta see,” he replied and slowly pulled to the shoulder of the road.  After showing him I had a commercial drivers license, he had me take over, and he road ‘shotgun’.

    After about thirty minutes or so, he said, “Hey, Mark, there is something I forgot to tell you before we hit the road.”

    “What’s that?” I asked.

    “I forgot to tell you that the trip was going to cost you?” he replied.

    “What the fuck you talking about? Gonna cost me how?” I asked.

    Turning in the passenger seat, he reached across and quickly began rubbing my crotch and said, “You got to let me have that anytime I want it.  I’ve always wanted an army cock.”

    “Hell, man, it’s yours anytime you want it, but can I have yours in return?”

    “You fucking serious?” he asked.

    “Try me and find out,” I replied.

    “In time,” he said as he began to loosen my belt and open my fatigue pants.  Seconds later, he had my hard cock out and began sucking me as I drove down the highway.  I soon fed him a built up thick cum load, and he told me how awesome and delicious it was.

    Later he had me pull into a rest area and once there we both totally stripped from the waist down, tossing our pant into his sleeper.  After making sure no one was around, we kissed and he took over driving. Once back on the road, I sucked him off.  He asked when I had to be back on base and when I told him, he said he would be back where he picked me up two days before that and would I like to ride with him until then.  I immediately said yes.

    I had noticed a wedding ring on his hand and asked if she knew what he did on the road.  He started laughing and said, “You’re not going to believe what I’m about to tell you.”

    “Try me,” I replied.

    “She has no idea that I love cock.  I have since my teens. And my closest bud from high school is bi also.  He loves cock and cunt.  My wife screws him when I’m on the road, thinking she is pulling one over on me.  But he and I talk almost daily and he tells me all about them fucking when I’m on the road.  I always tell her I will be home a day later than I really get home and that I have to leave a day earlier that I really do.  On those two days that she thinks I’m on the road, I am actually in town, having sex most of the night with him.”

    “So you both fuck her, and she doesn’t know that you know about each other.  Fucking awesome,” I said.

    “Then, on the nights I’m home, we fuck like rabbits.  I’ve even made comments that I’d love to watch another guy fuck her, meaning my bud, but she says no way.”

    “How does fucking him compare to fucking her?” I asked.

    “Hell, that’s easy to answer.  I’d rather have sex with him over her any day of the week.”

    We had sex a couple of times a day while I was with him and it was great.  When we parted he said I had been the hottest passenger he had ever had, and wished me well.

    I got my discharge and  after two weeks of doing nothing but having sex with other males, I applied for a driving job with a nationwide trucking company.  I was assigned a new super sleeper rig with oversize sleeping compartment.  I had a supervisor riding with me for two weeks and by the time he returned to the office I was horny as hell and craving a male sex companion.  I didn’t have long to wait.

    My second night on the road, it was near midnight and I was going to stop at the next truck stop when I came upon a soldier thumbing a ride. I immediately began braking and pulled to the shoulder.  In my side mirror, I could see him jogging toward the rig.

    Seconds later, the passenger door was opened and he looked at me as I asked, “Where you headed?”

    He told me his destination and I told him I was headed that way and to climb in.  in a flash, he was sitting in the passenger seat with his bag tossed back into the sleeper.

    “Name’s Mark,” I said, extending my hand.  

    “I’m Rick,” he replied, shaking my hand.

    I informed him that I was past my legal driving time and would be stopping at  a truck stop that was ahead. He said he could use a rest also and if it was okay with me, he would sleep in the seat.

    On the way to the truck stop, I found out that Rick was in the Marines and on his way to a new assignment.  He said he had considered trucking as a career when he got out of the military, since he wanted to see the country first hand.

    We pulled into the lot and both headed inside to take a piss and get something to snack on.  In the restroom, I noticed him glancing over at my cock a few times and I was definitely looking at his  thick monster.

    As we walked back to the rig, I said, “Rick, I don’t know how you will feel about it but the bed in the sleeper is queen size and you are welcome to share it with me. I don’t bite, or at least not hard.”

    “Well, I just might bite back,” he replied with a laugh, then added, “I grew up sharing a bed with my brother. Be like being back home.”

    “Then you’re game for sharing?” I asked.

    “Fuck yea, why not, but I want to warn you. When I shared a bed with my brother, I used to cuddle up behind him.”

    “It won’t bother me any,” I replied.

    We reached the truck and as we climbed in I said, “Rick, there is one other thing you should know.”

    “What’s that?” he asked.

    “I always sleep nude,” I replied.

    “Damn, you sure you’re not my brother?”  So did we,” he replied.

    We went back into the sleeper and closed the privacy curtains and like me, he was commando.  We stood  facing each other both totally naked as the day we were born, with both of us checking out the others package, and his looked delicious.

    Moments later we were in bed with Rick in the back against the back wall.  It wasn’t long before I heard him breathing steadily, sleeping softly.  I drifted off to sleep.

    Sometime later I awoke to movement and in the dim light coming in through the sunroof of the sleeper, I could see Rick on his knees next to my hips, his hand gently grasping my cock and him leaning down toward it.  A second later, his mouth engulfed my stiffening cock and he began to very gently suck it.

    He knew exactly how to please a man and I was enjoying one of the best blow jobs I had had in a while.  Before long, I reached my climax and fed him my load which  he eagerly swallowed.  After getting me off, he gently lay back down beside me.

    I waited a few minutes and when I thought he was again asleep I moved over him and gently sucked his semi hard cock into my mouth and began returning the pleasure to him.  Soon he climaxed and filled my mouth with his thick creamy cum load and as I swallowed he said softly, “Damn, I needed that.”

    “Go to sleep.  We can do it again in the morning,” I told him.

    He moved around so that my right arm was around him and his head on my right shoulder. Soon we were both asleep.

    It was near seven the next morning when I awoke and as I did, he began to stir also.  I softly heard, “Good morning.”

    “Good morning to you,” I replied and leaned down and kissed him passionately, with him returning the hot wet kiss.

    Without saying more, I quickly flipped around into a sixty-nine and simultaneously, we swallowed each others cock. We brought each other to a roaring climax just seconds apart then kissed and mixed the cum loads before each swallowing half of the mixture.

    Looking into my eyes, Rick said, “I can’t believe I was lucky enough to have you pick me up. I’ve needed sex with another man for days.”

    “Well, I damn sure enjoyed it, and just think, we have all day today and tonight and part of tomorrow to enjoy each other.”

    “Well, plan on getting drained while you drive,” he said.

    “What if I’m passing another trucker while your draining me?” I asked.

    “Fuck, let him watch, or maybe we could stop for a second and let my climb in with him and drain him while he drives.”

    “Well, we could stop but I want to be there and watch you suck him dry.”

    “You’re the boss,” he said.  

    We kissed then he asked, “Will you fuck me before we get back on the road?”

    “Gladly,” I replied.

    Seconds later he was on his back, legs raised and I was balls deep in his ass as he moaned and said how awesome it felt.

    After filling his hole with my load, we hit the road, both of us totally naked, with Rick telling me how he and his brother had sex four to five times a day, sometimes oral and sometimes anal.  He said that although his brother is now married, they still sucked and fucked when they saw each other.

    I never realized how great it felt to drive totally nude until that day, and I got some wild looks from other drivers as I passed them and they saw that both of us were totally naked.  I even passed one while Rick was sucking me and the other driver smiled and gave me a ‘thumbs up’ sign.

    That evening after eating dinner, we fucked each other wildly, then ate the cum out of the freshly fucked hole then kissed and shared.  Rick managed to find another driver in the restroom that played and we had a hot three way in the sleeper with all three of us sucking, eating cum and getting fucked.

    All too soon, I had to drop him off at his destination, but not before giving him my phone number.  He promised to stay in touch.  He did and after he completed his tour of duty he visited me and rode with me for a full month.  Later, I opened my own trucking company and hired him to work in the office.  I only hired drivers that sucked cock.

    On another delivery months later, I had a delivery to a warehouse that was out on the edge of town away from all civilization.  I arrived shortly after closing time and Joe, the lone security guard opened the gate for me.

    “I ain’t supposed to let anyone in after closing, but I can’t see you being stuck outside the gate and no bathroom. If anyone asked, I let you in at five a.m.”

    “You got a deal,” I told him.

    Joe was a medium brown African-American, and nice looking.  He stood just over six foot tall and weighed about two hundred or so but it was all muscle. 

    “Once you get backed in, come on over to the office.  Bring a towel and soap and you can use the showers there.”

    I thanked him and once I was parked and set for the night, I grabbed my towel and soap and walked over to the security building.  He pointed out the sandwich machine, snack and soda machine, and the shower room.

    The shower room had three showers next to three urinals and toilets and no privacy partitions.  After grabbing a sandwich and soda, we visited as I ate, and although I had never been with a black stud before, Joe was turning me on.

    I gathered my towel and soap and headed for the showers while Joe watched. They were in one large open room next to his office as it were. I stripped and started showering and he came in to a urinal close to my shower.  Without any hesitation, he pulled out his cock which was at least nine inches long, uncut and thick.  As he pissed, he constantly milked his cock getting it hard. As it grew, I could feel my own cock reacting.

    He smiled and winked and casually put it away.  But I could see him in his office rubbing the bulge through his slacks. I finished my shower and slipped on just my jeans and returned to his office.

    Smiling, he said, “You know, your hung pretty good for a white man.”

    “Well, you’re the first black stud I’ve seen and your hung like a horse.  Just how big are you?”

    “When he gets some attention like a nice hot mouth he grows to ten inches.  But his daddy loves having one at the same time, if you know what I mean.”

    I just smiled and asked, “Do you have to stay here in the office?”

    “Nah.  I just have to make a round every hour or so but beside that I’m free to do what ever I want.”

    “Well, after your next round why don’t you stop by my rig for a visit.”

    “I’d like that,” he said. 

    “The door will be unlocked. Just climb on up and come in.”

    “I’ll see you shortly, but can I come comfortable?”

    “Sure,” I replied.

    I returned to the truck and stripped totally naked.  About ten minutes later I heard the cab door open and Joe climbed in and he was also totally naked.

    “You work like that?” I asked.

    “Most of the time, yea. I’m usually the only one here,” he answered as he stepped over to me and grasp my cock.  “You play, don’t you?”

    “I do and I assume you do also,” I replied.

    “You name it and I do it.  But I have a feeling you have never been with a black guy before, right?”

    “You’re right,” I replied, then added, “but I can’t wait for my first time.”

    With that I stepped up to him and pressed my lips to his and we traded tongues.  Moments later we were on the bed and in a hot sixty-nine with me sucking on his hard ten inch uncut cock and it was delicious. It had just enough cheese to make it tasty and tangy.

    Before long we fed each other a hot load and swallowed before kissing and making out. I raised his legs and buried my face in his ass, craving to rim a black hole. 

    For three hours, Joe gave me some of the hottest sex I had ever had, and having him up my ass was the highlight of the night. Before daylight he had fed me four awesome loads, one in my ass and three down my throat.  And I had fed him three. And he was the best kisser I had found in a long time. I made sure I got trips back to that company as often as possible. Sex with a black male was just as hot as sex with a white male and I loved it. I knew he wouldn’t be the last hot black male I would have sex with.

    On another trip, I pulled into a truck stop in southern Arizona, ready for a break, and hoping to score sexually. After parking, I needed to piss before doing anything else.  Immediately, I headed for the restroom and entered immediately ahead of another driver, who appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties.

    I stopped at the first urinal and whipped out my cock and began pissing.  He stepped up to the urinal immediately to my left and as he took his cock out, said, “Ah, the pause that refreshes.”

    “Ain’t that the fucking truth,” I said, glancing over at him to find him looking straight at my cock. I glanced down at his, and found him casually fondling his own cock as he pissed, and it looked delicious. I began to do the same to mine and he seemed even more interested.

    As I put my cock away, I smiled at him and said, “Maybe we can shoot the shit later if you’re going to be around.”

    “Sounds good to me,” he said. “I’m Jim.”

    “Nice to meet you.  I’m Mark,” I replied as I stepped to the door.

    I went to the café and sat at the counter and ordered a burger, fries and soda.  The longer I sat there, the more interested in the other driver I became.  I began wondering if anything might develop if I invited him to my rig. Even if he wasn’t active, maybe I would at least get to suck him off.

    After finishing my meal, I checked out the game room and found Jim at one of the video games.  I stepped up and casually said, “Hey, Jim, I’m in the big red Peterbuilt with the extended cab if you care to visit a while.”

    Smiling, he said, “Sounds good. I’ll be out shortly.”

    “No need to knock. I’ll be back in the bunk watching the tube.  Just climb on in.”

    “Will do,” he replied.

    I felt confident that he and I would be having sex sooner than later. I climbed into my rig and stripped putting on a very small pair of nylon briefs that were almost see-thru, given to me by a former service buddy.

    About twenty minutes later, I heard the drivers door open and heard Jim say, “May I come in?”

    “Fuck yea! I’m in the back,” I replied.

    A second later he stepped through the privacy curtain and smiled and said, “I see you like to be comfortable.”  

    “Why not?” I replied, then noticed that another man was behind him.

    “What the fuck?” I said.

    Smiling, he said, “Hey, relax man.  I want you to meet my twin brother, John. We team drive.”

    “Make yourselves comfortable,” I told them .

    “What ever way you’re the most comfortable is fine with me,” I added.

    “Well, we will take you at your word.”

    Both men, who were both hot as hell, began to disrobe and seconds later were totally nude.  Smiling, I said, “If your getting that comfortable then I will join you.”

    I quickly removed the sheer briefs I had on and immediately all three of our cocks began to slowly stiffen.  John smiled and said, “Brother, if we have the chance, I go first.”

    “Guys, it’s yours for the taking just as long as I get yours.”

    “How fast can you get on it?” Jim asked.

    In the blink of an eye, I had his stiffening cock in my mouth and John’s in my hand.  As I did, John swallowed my cock. The party was on.  

    A short while later  Jim fed me his load which I eagerly swallowed as I fed John my load.  I switched over and sucked John dry as Jim tongue fucked my ass.

    By two the next morning, I had fucked them both and they had both fucked me and I had watched them sixty-nine.  They said they had been having sex with each other since their teens.

    The next morning, I saw them in the café and invited them to my rig for a quickie. I sucked them both off and ate their loads and they alternated on my cock with Jim taking my load and sharing it with John.  We still keep in touch and meet when we are in the same area.

    Then on another trip, I was going through the desert in Nevada.  I happened to be pulling an auto carrier trailer on that trip, and came upon a stranded motorist.

    Brad did construction and his truck, loaded with tools, had broken a radiator hose.  He was afraid if he left it to get a hose and then returned, his tools would all have been stolen.  I told him that he was probably right and had him drive his truck up onto my empty auto trailer.

    He did then climbed into the passenger seat of the cab.  After I had his truck secure, I climbed up behind the wheel.

    “While you were securing my truck, I glanced at your sleeper.  Man, this thing is decked out very nicely. All the comforts of home.”

    “Well, almost,” I added. “I’m still missing some comforts.”

    “I’ve always dreamed of riding in one of these rigs,” he said, then asked, “May I ask you a personal question?”

    “Ask away.  I don’t mind,” I told him.

    “A guy as good looking as you can get all the sex he wants.  What’s it like having sex back in the sleeper knowing that other drivers might be passing by while you’re in action?”

    “It’s a turn on, regardless of who I’m with,” I said, waiting for his reaction.  He just looked at me, then I suddenly said, “You want to find out what it’s like?”

    “With you?” he asked.

    “Well, I don’t see anyone else around.  Do you?”

    “Nope,” he replied, then added, “To be honest, I’d love it.  I’m game for anything that comes up.”

    “And I thin k I know what that might be,” I replied as I put the rig in gear.  He just smiled.

    We reached a small town and dropped his truck off at a small garage for repairs.  The mechanic checked and said he would need to order the part and it would be a couple of days before it arrived. Brad looked at me and I said to let us think it over.

    We went back out to the rig and I came right out and said, “I don’t know exactly what you had in mind but I was hoping to get you in that bed back there.  I love sex with another hot male.    If you want the same thing, tell him to order the part and we can stay in my rig and enjoy each other for a few days.”

    “I would love that but I don’t want to delay you from your work.” 

    “I’m my own boss and own the company.  Don’t worry about it.”

    “You’re really serious, aren’t you?” he asked.

    “I am.  Now make your decision and either go tell him to order the part and lets go park this rig, or lets load up your truck and hit the road.”

    He looked at me for a moment then got out and walked back to the garage. A few moments later he returned and said, “Lets go park this thing. I told him I could wait a few days and he could wait and order the hose tomorrow morning.”

    I smiled, started up the rig and headed for a small country mom and pop café on the edge of town that had been a truck stop in the past. The only thing we cared about was that the showers worked.

    We parked the rig and by now we were both wanting some hot sex. I didn’t know how far Brad would go but it didn’t matter. I just wanted a cock to suck.  We quickly got into the back and began stripping and as he did, I cold tell from his bulge that he was hung nicely.  I knew I wanted hit not only down my throat but also up my ass.

    As soon as we were totally nude, Brad came to me and as we kissed passionately, we groped each others cock.  After the kiss, Brad smiled and said, “I’ve wanted this since the moment you stopped to see if I needed help.”

    After another hot passionate kiss, Brad dropped to his knees and swallowed my hard throbbing cock, burying his nose in my thick bush.  I moaned softly as he began to piston off them back onto my cock.

    As he sucked, I tweaked his nipples and ran my fingers through his exceptionally hairy chest, making my cock even harder.  It was very obvious that sucking cock wasn’t new to Brad.  He was very experienced.

    I didn’t want to climax just yet, so I pulled back and as he stood I dropped and swallowed his cock and it was incredible. It had a slight downward curve which made it easier to swallow all eight inches.

    After a few minutes, he said, “Not yet.  I don’t want to cum just yet.”

    He guided me to the bed and after having me lay down, he got between my legs, raised them, and buried his tongue in my ass, drilling deep into me.  Never had I been tongue fucked like that before.  It was beyond belief.

    As he ate my ass, we heard voices outside the rig and laughed, wondering what the other drivers would say or do if they knew two men were having sex so close to them.

    A few minutes later, Brad smiled and asked if I was ready to shoot my load. When I said I was, he smiled and straddled me then sat on my cock, taking every inch in one swift movement.

    “Damn, that feels so fucking good in me. I want to feel you deposit your load.”

    “In time,” I replied.

    Brad began riding me like there was no tomorrow and before long I began to breath heavier.  

    “Yea, baby, plant that awesome seed load in me. Shoot that load deep into me.”

    A moment later I moaned softly to keep anyone outside from hearing me as my cock exploded.  “Oh, fuck yea,” he said as my load filled his ass.

    Once I was drained, he climbed off me and we kissed passionately before I got between his legs and swallowed his cock, devouring every awesome inch.  It wasn’t long before I was devouring his huge thick creamy delicious load.

    After a hot wet kiss, we cuddled and he said, “Mark, as hot as you are, I’m not sure I can survive three days in bed with you.”

    “We just need to pace ourselves. Next, I want you buried in my ass,” I told him. 

    We dressed minimally and went in for coffee, and when we returned to the truck, we found a note slipped in the edge of the door that was totally unexpected.  Unfolding it, I began reading.

    “Gentlemen, when I was visiting with a fellow driver next to you rig, what I heard was very interesting and arousing.  I am very familiar to the sound two men make when they are having hot sex.  I heard those sounds coming from your sleeper. If by any chance you would like a third man to join in, go to channel 19 and simply say, ‘come on’.  I’ll know who it’s from and what it means.”

    We climbed into the rig and I handed the note to Brad.  He read it and asked, “You going to give the signal?”

    “What do you want to do?” I asked.

    “Well, we have three days for just us and I think a three way would be hot as hell.”

    Smiling, I said, “So do I,” then I picked up the mic on the CB and said “Come on.”

    We peeked out of the curtain to see who approached.  A few seconds later we saw a hot tall very muscular stud approaching the rig. Without knocking, he opened the drivers door and climbed in.  Stepping into the back, it was very obvious that he had a roaring hard on.

    Brad and I were already totally nude and when he stepped into the sleeper he began stripping.  

    His chest was hairy and muscular and on his left bicep was a tattoo reading ’USMC’.  When he dropped his pants we both almost gasped. Arching our over a huge set of balls was an uncut cock at least nine inches in length and dripping precum.  Almost simultaneously, Brad and I both dropped to the floor and began licking the precum off the head.

    We finally stood and had a hot wet three way tongue kiss before the man said his name was Clint.  We gave him our names and as we did he asked to see our hands. When we asked why, he smiled and said, “I want to see which one I want up my ass first. I love getting fist fucked.”

    He said he  had had a supervisor riding with him for the last two weeks and hadn’t been able to have sex and was horny as hell.

    Looking at us, he smiled and said, “Use me any way you want.”

    Within minutes, Clint and I were in a hot deep throat sixty-nine while Brad buried his fist deep in Clint’s ass.  The last time I looked, he was elbow deep in Clint’s hole.

    With Brad fisting Clint, it brought Clint to a monstrous load which I eagerly and hungrily devoured.  Clint said how badly he had needed both the fisting and the blow job and said how much he had enjoyed eating my load.  Later in the evening, I fisted Clint while he and Brad had a sixty-nine.

    All too soon, Brad and I returned to get his truck, but we promised to keep in touch. We talk three to four times a week and manage to see each other for a night of fun every two to three weeks.

    However, one of the hottest encounters I ever had on the road was in central Texas late one afternoon just at dark.  I was driving into the setting sun when a state police patrol officer passed me going in the opposite direction.

    The weather was extremely warm and I was wearing just a short pair of running shorts and a tee shirt. I had reached down into a cooler and pulled out a canned soda and was just taking a sip when the officer passed me.  With the setting sum illumi9nating me and my actions, the officer did a quick U-turn and turned on is lights and siren.  Immediately, I pulled to the shoulder of the road.

    Walking up to my rig, he identified him self as Officer Daly, and asked if I knew why he had stopped me.  I told him that I had no idea at all.

    He asked for me to climb down and give him my license and insurance. 

    He then told me that when he passed me, it appeared that I was drinking something and asked if it was alcoholic.  I began laughing and said all I had in my cooler was sodas, and he was welcome to check it out.  He did, climbing up into the rig and looking into my cooler.

    As he climbed down, I couldn’t help but notice a bulge in his uniform pants. I also noticed him looking at my crotch as my own cock stiffened.  I kept waiting for the head to start showing through the leg opening.

    He introduced himself as Officer Davis and asked where I was headed and how long I would be in the area.  I told him that I had a drop off on Friday morning then would stay next to the truck stop until my load out was ready either Monday or Tuesday.  He smiled and said that he stopped by there often. 

    We shook hands and he watched as I climbed back up into the rig.  As I did, my cock slipped out the leg of my shorts and I quickly got in and shut the door, not sure if he had seen anything or not.  When I looked back down at him after I closed the door, I watched as he casually ran his hand across the bulge in his pants.

    I drove on onto town, parked at the truck stop and got a room at the small motel next door.  I noticed the young clerk at the desk looking me over when I checked in. and in a very insinuative way, he said, “If there is anything at all I can do for you, don’t hesitate to call the desk.  I’m Jimmy. I get off at eleven.” 

    I had stayed there before and knew that they had sodas and snacks available upon request and planned to see if I could get him to deliver some to my room when he got off.

    At five to eleven I called the desk and when he answered, I asked what drinks they had available. He told me and I said I’d be down to get a couple of cokes after I dressed,  he said he would be more than happy to deliver them to my room when he clocked out.  

    Wanting to se his reaction, I quickly showered and when he knocked I answered the door with just a towel around my waist.  I invited him in and  immediately it was obvious he was getting a boner.  My own cock started stiffening and there was an obvious ‘tent’ shape in my towel.  I decided to go for the gold as they say and said, “It looks like we are both in the same shape.”  And with that, I untucked the towel and let it fall to the floor.  As it did, I said, “I noticed you had a reaction when I checked in and if your game for some fun, so am I. Just make yourself comfortable.”

    “You like to get right to the point, don’t you?” he said.

    “I just hate wasting time,” I replied as he quickly removed his shirt and began removing his pants.  Just seconds later this hot muscular college stud stood before me, totally nude, with his seven inch plus cock sticking out in front of him.

    I stepped up top him and as we began kissing we lovingly grasped each others cock.  We started out with a hot sixty-nine and later he said he wasn’t going to leave until he had my seed deep in his ass. I gladly fucked him then had him fuck me. 

    As he dressed, he said he worked again on Sunday night and asked if he could stop by again after he got off.  I told him that I would be anxiously awaiting his visit.

    He left and I headed for the truck stop to check out the restroom.  I knew that there were a couple of glory holes there and wanted to check them out.  Before returning to my room I had sucked off three other drivers and had one suck me off.

    I made my drop Friday morning then returned to the motel. I spent most of the day at the truck stop in the restroom and scored numerous times.  After having dinner, I returned to my room and about twenty minutes later, there was a knock on my door.

    I answered it and found Officer Davis standing there, smiling, and in uniform.  When he had knocked I had been totally nude, laying in bed, watching TV.  Before answering the door, I had grabbed only a bath towel and wrapped it around me.

    As he looked me over, he smiled and said casually, “You sure do look comfortable.”  After seeing his boner in his uniform pants when he had stropped me, I felt certain he was into men in some fashion. 

    I invited him in and started to excuse myself and get dressed when he said it wasn’t necessary and he believed in being comfortable.  Curious to see his reaction, I very casually said, “Feel free to join me if you want to.”  I then stood back and watched his reaction.

    “You sure you don’t mine?” he asked.

    “Not at all,” I replied.

    Immediately, he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a muscular chest in a tight white cotton tee shirt.  Within  seconds he was totally naked, exposing a Green Beret tattoo above his left nipple. His cock was slowly rising and was uncut and at least seven inches in length.

    I immediately dropped my towel, exposing my now stiffening cock.  When he saw it, he smiled and said, “This is the way everyone should live, totally nude.”

    “I couldn’t agree more, and sex should be as common as a friendly hello kiss,” I added.

    “Most definitely,” he agreed, then asked, “May I have a hello kiss?”

    “Of course,” I replied adding, “Just as long as it’s wet and sloppy.”

    “My kind of man,” he replied before pressing his lips to mine.

    After the kiss, he licked his way down to my nipples and began to gently suck and nibble on one then the other, sending me into a wild frenzy.  Moments later after another hot kiss he asked me to fuck his ass hard and deep.  I did as requested and it felt weird, yet exciting, knowing that he was a state police officer. We had sex all weekend with him even asking to be my urinal when I needed to piss.

    He gave me his private cell number and made me promise to call him in advance when I was going to be in the area. I did and we had sex at night along the side of the highway, making it even more exciting.

    One of the other extremely hot encounters was when I met a fellow trucker at a truck stop in the restroom.  I was taking a piss when he came in and stood next to me.  I couldn’t help but notice him looking over at my cock while gently stroking his own tool. I couldn’t help but get boned, as did he.

    Smiling, he asked if I would like to join him in his rig and I agreed.  Together, we walked out and across the parking lot to a large oversize tractor.  He had introduced himself as Jim and I said I was Mark. He opened the drivers door and climbed in with me following. 

    Needless to say, when I stepped back into the sleeper and saw a young man in his late teens naked and boned, I froze. Smiling, he said, “Mark, this is my son, Cory, and he enjoys it all  as much as I do.”

    I found out that Cory had just turned eighteen a month earlier and that they had been playing together for the last six months after Jim got home from one trip and found Cory in bed with his male cousin who was the same age.  The cousin’s dad was Jim’s brother and Cory lived with them.  Jim said it was then that he found out that his brother liked male sex also.

    We had one hell of an evening sucking, fucking, and kissing, and it was a huge turn on watching a dad and son have sex together.

    Needless to say, he next time I saw my son, I told him that I loved sex with other males and offered my services.  He accepted and after letting me suck him cock dry, he sucked me off and found he liked it. Now, he is training to be a driver and we will team drive when he gets his license. He’s looking forward to having sex with my state cop buddy.

  • Trio

    Rocky and Joe enjoyed being roommates. They weren’t really lovers, but liked doings things together—with their clothes on, and off. The two had many of the same interests. The main one, of course, was males. Although they spent a lot of time in gay bars, the guys had fun in straight bars also. They loved the challenge of picking up straight dudes and finding out how “straight” they really were, or weren’t.

    Rocky and Joe also loved wrestling—with each other, or with anyone who shared their passion for it. Rocky’s superior skills enabled him to beat most guys easily, partly because of his strong build and college wrestling ex­perience. Joe, like Rocky, was in his mid-twenties and had a solid physique. His wild, somewhat curly blond hair contrasted sharply with Rocky’s black hair, which was long, thick and stiff (three words that also usually described the state of Rocky’s dick).

    Both guys thought of wrestling and sex as two aspects of the same thing. As a result, holds that could bring about an orgasm were the ones to “shoot for.” They called these “wet” holds. Joe considered “Jet” (Rocky’s very appropriate nickname) as the undisputed master of these maneu­vers. He’d seen him cream lots of guys with them and had felt his buddy’s sex holds many times himself. Joe admired Rocky’s ability to always get the intended result when he executed a wet hold. His opponent might submit, but if Rocky continued the hold, the guy would eventually shoot off. There didn’t seem to be an escape.

    One evening Rocky and Joe had some drinks at a favorite straight tavern. They saw several good looking guys come and go. Suddenly a guy appeared who got their attention fast—a terrifically handsome stud, dressed in faded Levi’s, a red tee and banged-up cowboy boots. He sat on one of the bar stools near Rocky and Joe. The guys thought he might be a construction worker, since he had the body and demeanor for that kind of job. It turned out that they were right.

    They moved to stools beside him. Rocky introduced himself right away and struck up a conversation with the stranger, who called himself Dave. Rocky steered the subject to sports, then to wrestling, announcing that Joe and he were amateur champs—undefeated.

    Dave rotated his stool toward Rocky. His widespread legs revealed some good-sized bulges in his jeans, a fact immediately noticed by both guys. Rocky especially eyed the guy’s prominent ball bulges.

    “I wrestle too,” Dave stated bluntly.

    The conversation soon became three-way, as the guys exchanged descriptions of some of their memorable matches, and how they’d won them. It wasn’t long before the accounts became more fiction than fact, but the three thoroughly enjoyed the interchange.

    “What was your last tournament?” asked Dave.

    “We were in the Gay Games,” said Joe.

    Dave laughed. “Two queers! Hell, no wonder you’re undefeat­ed—your sissy opponents probably fell on their limp wrists! A real wrestler could whip you guys at once!”

    “Get serious,” laughed Rocky.

    “I don’t bullshit,” quipped Dave. “I’d have you two beggin’ for mercy before you knew what happened.”

    “I doubt it, Davey boy,” said Rocky sharply.

    The stranger’s eyes flashed with annoyance. He hated it when someone called him “Davey” or “boy.”

    “Let’s do it if you’re not chicken!” challenged Rocky.

    “You’re on, pal” said the stud with a grin.

    “How about at our place—we have a mat.”

    “Wherever,” answered Dave. “I’ll beat your ass anywhere!

    Despite the fact that Joe and Rocky were well-built males, Dave didn’t consider them a serious threat because in his mind, gay dudes were wimps. Rocky and Joe had run into this attitude before. They didn’t find it a drag, but something to have fun with.

    “Like it?” Joe asked Dave as the stud entered the guys’ wrestling room.

    “Not bad,” he replied, somewhat surprised to see all the workout equipment along the walls of the spacious room. A large mat covered most of the area. “Let’s do it,” said Dave. “Submission only wins.”

    Rocky and Joe nodded in approval. The three guys flipped off their shirts, shoes and socks, but kept their ass-hugging jeans on for the moment. As Rocky and Joe stepped onto the mat, Dave surprised them with a powerful shove from be­hind. It immediately sent the guys down on their hands and knees. Standing between the two, Dave simultaneously slammed his forearms into their lower backs, flattening them to the mat.

    As Rocky began pushing himself up, Dave slid a leg under his belly, brought the other leg down from above and coiled them together around the guy’s gut. But Rocky loved scissor holds—both giving and receiving them. Nevertheless, the tremendous power of Dave’s legs startled him. The iron-like thighs clamped onto his gut with a ferocious finality. Rocky yelped in pain.

    “Feel good?” taunted Dave.

    “Yeah,” groaned Rocky defiantly.

    “Then here’s more!” Dave dug his legs into Rocky even more violently, squeezing with tremendous force. Rocky could only utter a weak scream: he had little breath to make much of a sound.

    “Give!” ordered Dave, repeating the killer squeeze.

    “No way!” gasped Rocky.

    Dave rolled him onto his back and crushed the guy’s gut mercilessly. Despite the extreme pressure, feeling the rigid thighs turned him on. His cock began to harden.

    Without warning, Dave started to groan in discomfort. Joe had intervened and locked a claw onto the stud’s forehead. Dave tried to tear the hand away, but Joe’s claw was devastating. The stud fought back like a wounded animal, real­izing that he had to break the hold, because Joe’s hand also covered his eyes and he needed to see! Unable to pull off the hand, Dave drove a fist into the blond’s stomach. Joe clutched his belly and toppled forward.

    Dave reapplied his scissors-of-death on Rocky. Facing his opponent’s lower body, he propped himself up on his side with his left arm. He put the right hand on his own thigh for extra power and poured on the punishment. “Yeah!” he shouted, expecting a quick submission.

    Rocky suffered, but at the same time he ran a hand slowly up and down Dave’s jean-clad thigh as a sign of respect, and even of affection.

    “Give it up!” demanded Dave, grinding unrestrainedly into Rocky’s aching gut.

    Rocky yelled, deep-throated and long. He gripped Dave’s massive thigh.

    “Yeah, time to give—it’s all over!” The stud continued the torture full throttle, extracting another sustained cry from his victim. “Come on, queer, let’s hear it!”

    But no matter how long or how hard Dave worked the hold, he couldn’t make Rocky submit. Entirely focused on his goal, Dave didn’t view Joe as a potential threat. So when Joe approached the two on his knees, Dave ignored him. The blond positioned himself behind Dave, pulled his right hand away from the guy’s upper thigh and hammerlocked it. The move surprised Dave. But keeping the hammer­lock in place, Joe followed up by slamming a right-handed claw into Dave’s gut.

    The stud reacted with an instant shout of disbelief. His under­estimation of Joe’s strength caused the disbelief, and his sensitivity to claws applied to his stomach or gut struck him with real fear. With his right hand hammerlocked behind him, and his back pinned to the blond’s legs, Dave had little defense against the claw. He could either give up, release his scis­sors, or somehow try to outlast the claw.

    Joe worked his fingers into the smooth gutflesh. Dave winced, but he re­fused to let go of the scissors on Rocky: he still had the energy to apply it with authority. But Joe moved his hand lower, reposition­ing the claw to allow three fingers to slide under the top of Dave’s jeans, then under his brief. The stud tolerated this, but when Joe reached lower and touched the tip of his long dick, Dave immediately reacted.

    “Get your fuckin’ hand outa there!” he yelled.

    Joe laughed and continued to get acquainted with the large, cut head. Dave struggled, but soon found it useless. “Shit!” he barked. “Shit!”

    The blond maneuvered the dickhead between two fingers and scissored it gently. After a minute or so of this steady pressure, the rod began to toughen up. As it did, Joe toughened up the scissors in equivalent degrees. Furious over his lengthening rod, Dave shouted a series of threats at Joe, then un­leashed a barrage of sharp squeezes into Rocky’s gut with his legs. But Joe and Rocky weren’t easily intimidated. And neither was Dave’s cock: it grew by leaps and bounds.

    In a short time Dave’s rod started to leak pre-cum. As Joe worked on the enlarging head, the drops became more frequent. Finally they flowed in a continuous stream, coating Joe’s fingers and saturating the top of the brief. Dave felt his cock push upward—beyond the brief, then beyond the waistband of his jeans.

    “Hey Dave, your cock likes bein’ scissored! Let’s see if it likes bear hugs, too!” smiled Joe. The blond traded the claw for a full grip on the shaft with his right hand.

    “Ah!” shouted Dave. A strong jolt of pleasure electrified his shaft. Dave couldn’t wait any longer. He had to get out of this predicament NOW. He released the scissors on Rocky, leaped up and went after Joe. He spun around and drove a thumb into the front of Joe’s neck, paralyzing the blond instantly. He forced the guy down on his back with the “spike” and crawled to a sitting position on Joe’s chest, where he could apply the hold to the max. Joe involuntarily grabbed Dave’s hand, but the incapacitating nature of the spike easily blocked his attempts to escape.

    “Say it! Say it!” screamed the stud.

    Joe sputtered and coughed. Dave pushed the spike in further, using his other hand to gain additional support and power. Joe’s jaw dropped open. The wrestler grinned in triumph, believing that the blond would call it quits. He didn’t realize, however, that Dave’s dick for some reason always stiffened up when he applied them on guys or when a guy locked one on him. Furthermore, he loved having Dave on top of him, his face only inches away from the stud’s widespread thighs and bulging crotch. Joe’s tool jumped to attention, ready to spit out its maleness.

    But in a flash Rocky knocked Dave to the mat on his shoulders with a side slam. “Now it’s YOUR turn to be on the bottom, man!” said Rocky, climbing on the guy’s belly and crisscrossing his arms firmly against the chest.

    “Fuck!” snapped Dave, aware that he was trapped again.

    Joe stood over the guy’s crotch. “Hey, whatcha pissed about, Dave?” he said. “Maybe I can do something you’ll really like.” Joe reached down and slowly rubbed the wrestler’s long rod through his tight jeans. Dave fought to get out from under Rocky, but only got out of breath in the process.

    “Still pissed? Maybe you’ll like this better.” Joe took hold of the denim-covered cock with both hands and gave it a long, delicious squeeze. Dave reacted by moving his legs into and out of many positions as Joe squeezed. He spread them far apart, he bucked, he lifted them off the mat, he drew his feet forward to prop up his muscular thighs, he slowly moved his bent legs apart and together several times, as if either hating or loving the cock squeeze.

    Joe went back to rubbing the stiff bulge. Then he opened the jeans and pulled them off. “Yeah!” exclaimed Joe, staring at the sexy jockstrap underneath. Some pre-cum had ren­dered the fabric nearly transparent. Dave’s sex muscle jutted into it prominently, stretching and shaping the brief around it like a condom, poised for action. Joe dropped to his knees between the wrestler’s legs, took hold of the big tool.

    The stud yelled in defiance. But the pleasure of it had become too great to ignore. Joe slid his hand under one side of the jock and wrapped his fingers around the stiff cockflesh. He slowly pulled up and down on the tool, making the wrestler groan in raw pleasure.

    “Does an orgasm count as a submission?” Joe asked Rocky with a chuckle.

    “Sure does, buddy!” answered Rocky.

    Joe pulled the tool sideways and positioned its head under the brief’s waistband. He began to move the rod slowly back and forth, grinding the rigid tip into the elastic, and causing almost unbearable pleasure.

    “Ah!” yelled Dave, reacting to the awesome sensation.

    Joe tortured the cockhead until the stud screamed a series of loud submissions.

    “I give! I give! Make him let go!” he kept repeating to Rocky, disarmed by the indescribable pleasure in his cock.

    “I’ll make him stop if you promise something,” offered Rocky. “Promise to be cool with Joe and I. Buddies—no more crap about ‘queers’.”

    “O.K., deal!” yelled Joe, fearing his cock could explode at any moment.

    “You heard him, Joey,” said Rocky.

    “Yeah,” said Joe. “I guess it’s a time-out.” He stopped working on the big rod, but held it through the brief for a couple of minutes longer—playing with it, tickling it, seeing pre-cum continue to moisten the jock periodically.

    Rocky let go of Dave’s arms and looked down at him. “How about another fall?”

    “Fine with me,” said the wrestler. “I’m still gonna beat your ass, whether you’re gay or not!”

    The guys allowed Dave to get up and relax for a minute. The stud grinned slyly at the two, plotting how to overcome them, yet also having a new respect for them, as well. It would not be easy, especially since “dirty” holds were allowed—something he hadn’t engaged in since his adolescent days. He had good memories of those days, in fact. Sometimes he’d recall the spontaneous wrestling encounters he’d had with his buddies, and how much fun it had been to grab a guy’s crotch, or be crotch-grabbed himself. He remembered the forbidden and nasty horseplay in his friends’ rooms, or in backyards at night, or even in the gym when they were alone together.

    All this seemed to end too soon for him. But a vague, yet powerful disappointment remained—a source of mysterious, inde­finable frustration that never went away. Grappling with other guys was great, but it somehow never

    satisfied him. Yet wrestling with Rocky and Joe seemed to awaken good feelings from the past, feelings he still couldn’t explain.

    “O.K., tough guy,” said Rocky. “Show us what you’ve got.”

    The two buddies lunged at Dave. The stud quickly caught them in standing, side headlocks, one with each arm.

    This is what I’ve got—two losers! Come on, give it up!” yelled Dave.

    “No!” shouted Joe stubbornly.

    Dave applied more muscle to the headlocks, yet it didn’t make either guy submit. Rocky grasped Dave’s cock and pulled it outside the jock. The stud looked down to see Rocky press its head against his thigh and start to slide it across the jeans. Pleasure stabbed into Dave. His whole body strained as if he were caught in an extreme submission hold. Suddenly thick pre-cum squirted onto the jeans.

    “Yeah—soak ‘em!” urged Rocky.

    Dave’s cockhead turned dark red as Joe’s friend dragged it across the denim again and again. To Dave, Levi’s were a potent erotic symbol, and using them to heighten his own sexual pleasure was a new and fantastic experience for him. He shouted loudly for Rocky to stop. No longer able to keep his victims in the headlocks, he allowed them to escape. The guys quickly pushed Dave down onto his hands and knees. Rocky shoved the stud’s neck between his legs and held it there.

    “I like this one,” he said, grinning as he dominated Dave with the stand­ing head scissors. He squeezed the legs together. Dave shouted from the added pressure, but he didn’t try to break the hold. Rocky repeated the squeeze several times, thrusting his crotch forward with each squeeze.

    As Dave suffered on his hands and knees in Rocky’s neck vise, Joe eyed the wrestler’s handsome thighs and buns. Moving in close alongside, he put a hand on Dave’s fantastic, curving ass. He began feeling and caressing it. Then he slipped the hand inside the back of the jock and slowly fingered his way down the asscrack. When he reached the balls, he cupped them firmly in his hand.

    The stud protested, but of course, Joe ignored him. He examined the large balls carefully, admiringly. “Man oh man,” he whispered to himself.

    Joe at last remarked to his buddy, “You’re gonna love his nuts.” He examined the balls a while longer, then moved his hand forward and took hold of the stiff rod. “Hey, great rasslin’ tool, stud,” he said excitedly. “Time for you to get naked!”

    He removed his hand and ripped off the jock. The blond got behind the stripped wrestler as if he were going to fuck him. He lowered his chest onto Dave’s, resting his head on the guy’s back. He brought his hands around the dude’s sides, reverse bear hug fashion. But instead of bear hugging him, Joe grasped his long cock with both hands.

    Even though he couldn’t see the hands, Rocky knew what his buddy was up to. Joe favored this position for cock-wrestling, and he went at it like a pro. Once he had your tool gripped—either with his arms around your sides or with a hand shoved between your legs from behind—he called the shots.

    The blond began to wrestle Dave’s rod with a bunch of one and two-handed squeezes. He pulled it to one side and then the other. Dave threatened Joe, but the threats lacked conviction. Gradually they became less frequent and finally dissolved into soft grunts as Joe worked on the long muscle. Yet the stud still couldn’t admit to himself that he liked having holds put on his cock while he wrestled. It seemed to him that only gay guys would go for that kind of thing. His rod, however, needed no convincing: it grew longer and harder with each passing moment. With his neck and head securely locked between Rocky’s legs, Dave couldn’t see its reactions for himself; he could only feel.

    Suddenly Joe clamped the rod with both hands and bear hugged it full force. Dave’s long, deep-throated yell greatly aroused the blond. Joe did it a second time, partly to hear the guy’s sexy yell again.

    “Get him!” shouted Rocky.

    Joe felt the huge tool pulse in his hands as he squeezed. Pre-cum began to ooze from the head. “Give it up, stud!” commanded Joe. He tightened the clamp once more.

    “Ah!” shouted Dave.

    “Submit!”

    “No!” yelled Dave. “Never!”

    “If you first don’t succeed….” Joe said to himself.

    He started squeezing Dave’s rod in specific places, probing to find a particularly sensitive spot. After several minutes of exploring, he found one—a stiff ridge on the underside of the cock, just under its head. When he started to massage that area Dave groaned louder and his body tensed.

    “Hey, that’s enough,” said Dave urgently.

    Joe didn’t reply, but continued to work on the stiff cock. Dave shouted as pleasure consumed every cell of his rod. Joe knew he had struck gold and held on to the throbbing muscle like a demon. The stud cried out again and again, suffering from a pleasure that seemed to assault every inch of him.

    “You’re fucked, man!” shouted Joe.

    Dave prayed that he could somehow ride out the storm in his cock. But the storm’s fury increased: Joe’s light massaging of the vulnerable spot already had him close to an orgasm. Dave’s eager rod leaped upward several times.

    “Yeah!” yelled Joe.

    Dave’s stud-balls swelled. Overcome with pleasure, the rod bucked stiffened once more, this time holding itself up against the gutflesh in supreme sexual strength. Dave screamed and thrust his cock forward. Thick juice plowed up through the rod so ferociously that the stud’s whole body shuttered and jerked. Cum fired from the oustretched tool like machine gun blasts. The explosions rocked Dave to the core: never had he ex­perienced an orgasm of such power.

    When Rocky and Joe finally released him, the dazed, out-of-breath stud stared at the cum-splattered mat, unable to move. Hundreds of thoughts, images and questions invaded his brain, each fighting for attention—how could this have happened? What should he do now?

    Questions also came from Rocky and Joe. “How did it feel? Want more? Still think you’re straight?” The questions angered him because he didn’t want to confront the answers.

    While Joe wiped and dried the mat, Dave rose to an upright position on his knees and glared at the guys

    menacingly. The wrestler’s big cock remained fully erect, sometimes jerking from pleasures that still needled and teased its insides. Embarrassed by this situation, and enraged over his defeat, the stud challenged Rocky and Joe to another fall.

    The guys accepted immediately, and added that, to give Dave a fair shot at them, they’d wrestle naked. When Joe stripped, Dave gazed at one of the longest cocks he’d ever seen.

    “Wanna lick it?” said Rocky in jest.

    Dave lunged at Rocky, eager for revenge. He plowed a fist into Rocky’s gut. As the guy doubled over, Dave opened the fist and applied a mean claw to the same spot. Rocky dropped to his knees. Realizing he’d found a weak point, Dave worked his fingers into the gut further. He gradually forced the handsome body backwards with the hold. Rocky planted his hands on the mat, using his arms as braces against Dave’s downward pressure.

    The move held him steady, but only for a short time. Strength seemed to drain from his muscles as the stud clawed into his gut with a determined downward pressure. Rocky began to sink lower. Inch by inch, Dave drove him down until his shoulders finally hit the mat. Getting on his knees beside Rocky, the stud doubled the pressure.

    Suddenly Joe thrust a hand between Dave’s legs from behind and grabbed the wrestler’s balls. “Gotcha!” said the blond.

    “Fuck you!” shouted Dave.

    Joe went after the bottom of the shaft. “Feels like your cock wants another workout!”
    “No!” yelled Dave.

    “Sure it does,” persisted Joe. “It loves submission holds!”
    Dave yelled as Joe took control of his shaft-root. He knew what would happen if the blond kept squeezing it. Dave tried to end the fall quickly by murdering Rocky’s gut so savagely that he’d have to give up. Using both hands, he dug into the hunk with all his strength.

    Rocky groaned. He grabbed Dave’s wrists and attempted to pull them off his gut, but they wouldn’t budge. The stud applied added pressure by rocking the handsome body from side to side as he squeezed. Rocky shouted again and clutched Dave’s wrists.

    Suddenly Joe reached around the wrestler’s side and took hold of his cock’s top half with his free hand. “Give up or shoot, man!” demanded Joe. “You ain’t got a chance!”

    “No!” snapped Dave.

    Joe didn’t waste any time. He attacked the stud’s shaft fiercely at both ends, jacking the top half from the side with the left hand and squeezing its base from between the legs with his right.

    Dave yelled as his captured tool flexed in renewed, irresistible pleasure. The two-handed squeeze immobilized him within seconds. He released the claw on Rocky, but kept his hands on the guy’s chest for support.

    “Shit!” he groaned, feeling pleasure surges deep in his crotch.

    “Yeah!” gloated Joe. “I’m gonna make you remember this one!” He squeezed hard with both hands, but especially with his right: crotch holds between the legs from behind always made him sizzle. A load of pre-cum shot from the wrestler’s cockhead.

    “Do it!” said Rocky. “Squirt my gut!”

    Summoning his strength, Dave fought back with an unexpected move. He threw himself, and Joe, backward to the mat. The weight of Dave’s body crashed onto Joe’s chest and instantly put an end to the blond’s hold. The impact stunned Dave too, but he began crawling toward Rocky almost immediately, anxious to finish him once and for all. Sitting on his knees besides the victim, he lifted his hands to launch the final double gut claw.

    But Joe locked up Dave’s arms from behind with a smoothly-executed full nelson. It caught the stud by surprise. Infuriated, he twisted and strained but couldn’t muscle out of the hold.

    “You’re not goin’ anywhere, dude,” said Joe with complete assurance.

    Dave had to reluctantly agree that, for the moment, Joe was correct. He stopped struggling and paused to rest. Rocky rose to his knees in front of the trapped stud and smiled. He studied every inch of the beautiful physique. Rocky’s laser-like eyes made Dave uncomfortable, particularly when they stared at the stud’s incredible balls.

    “Sure is hung, ain’t he!” said Joe to Rocky. “I saved ‘em for ya. Figured you’d wanna do a wet hold.”

    “You got it, buddy—a long one,” confirmed Rocky. He moved a hand toward the basket.

    Fear consumed Dave. “Not my balls!” he said in an alarmed voice.

    Rocky held his hand motionless under the basket. “It’s me or Joe. If you’re givin’ up, I’ll let Joe fuck ya, which I know he’s itchin’ to do.”

    Joe tightened the nelson and worked his cockhead into the stud’s asscrack.

    “No!” shouted Dave. “Get it outa there!”

    Joe complied, but Dave’s anxiety remained high as he looked down at his nuts and Rocky’s open hand.

    “Don’t worry—I’ll take good care of ‘em!” said the poised hunk. He closed his fingers loosely around the gigantic balls. The stud flinched. Rocky checked out each massive ball, one at a time. Dave flinched again. “What’s the matter?” asked Rocky. “I thought you were a tough guy. This ain’t nothin’—just a little ‘get acquainted’ session.”

    Dave relaxed somewhat, gradually getting used to the guy’s exploring. He thought of the military physicals he’d had and tried to imagine this as a routine exam of his testicles.

    Rocky brought his left hand to the wrestler’s big basket as well and took a ball in each hand. “Can’t get over the size of these suckers. You know what they say about balls—the bigger they are, the stronger they are.”

    Rocky clutched the balls more firmly.

    “No!” protested Dave.

    Rocky widened his stance and checked the position of his fingers around each ball. “Settle down, dude. You’re a stud—remember?”

    The ball master went to work. He pressed all ten fingers into Dave’s maleness and kept them there.

    “Ah!” yelled Dave.

    Joe tried to calm him. “It’s scary at first, but you’ll like it after awhile.”

    Rocky maintained the pressure for several minutes. It was a preliminary test, not especially forceful, but enough to find out some important things about the guy’s balls, and the guy himself. When Rocky lessened the pressure, Dave breathed a sigh of relief, even though Rocky’s fingers still held his balls. Rocky had noted that the nuts tightened slightly when squeezed.

    “Whadya think?” asked Joe.

    “I think he’s a true stud, man,” answered Rocky.

    Dave had always liked being called a stud. He even liked it coming from a gay guy. His balls seemed to tingle when Rocky said that word. Or was it because the guy’s hand was somehow stimulating them?

    After several more minutes, Rocky reapplied the pressure. Dave handled it better than before. He no longer felt like a victim of a ball grip but like a participant in a wrestling seminar on unusual holds.

    “Yeah, go with it,” commented Rocky. He pressed his thumbs further into the huge balls. At the same time he pushed up from underneath with the middle fingers of each hand.

    Dave made a grunting sound that Joe thought was very sexy.

    “It’s startin’ to feel good, ain’t it, stud!” the blond whispered in Dave’s ear. He rubbed his stiff cock against the wrestler’s butt a few times.

    Rocky again tightened his clamps around the mammoth balls. In the

    coming minutes he would have the hold locked down nearly at full strength. To get the desired effect, Rocky had to maintain it as continuously as possible.

    Rocky talked to Dave while he applied the hold—commenting on the sexiness of his body and especially of his balls. The stud responded to it: his nine-inch rod jumped occasionally, and Rocky’s fingers felt the balls harden further.

    Periodically Rocky put more muscle into the grip. Each deepening squeeze made his nuts feel tougher. Sparks of pleasure began to ignite in­side them. Dave’s grunts became louder. Rocky knew what that meant: the guy had started the long process of making Dave submit. Rocky grinned in future triumph.

    Joe released the nelson, but only on the condition that stud not try to touch his cock. Dave agreed without questioning the order. After all, he was in no position to argue with Rocky’s hands around his balls. And besides, nothing seemed to be important now except the growing sexual excitement he felt.

    Rocky’s squeeze became steadily harder. The stud clenched his teeth, trying to adjust to it. The sensation seemed to Dave like Rocky was injecting his gonads with some powerful drug, cramming them with the liquid until they doubled in size.

    Rocky looked down at the guy’s imprisoned balls. “The ultimate rasslin’ hold, right buddy?” he said to Dave.

    The stud grunted, unable to answer.

    Joe moved to the side, where he could watch Rocky apply the ball grip and also see Dave’s facial reactions. He put an arm on each guy’s shoulder. Joe smiled when he saw the stud’s pleasure building.

    “How do they feel, dude?” Joe asked Dave, without expecting a reply. “I’ll never forget the first time Jet got me,” he mused. “We started rasslin’ in briefs, but before long we both ended up naked. Jet caught me in a body scissors and wouldn’t let go. He squeezed the shit outa me, man. I thought his legs were gonna tear me in half. But I still didn’t want him to stop—I was feelin’ so fuckin’ horny I couldn’t believe it. I loved those legs of his wrapped around my body.”

    “I sure made him scream,” said Rocky, winking at Dave.

    Joe continued. “Nobody can survive his scissors, dude. I took it as long as I could, then had to give. But the fucker didn’t break the hold. He held me down with it so he could go after my cock.” A look of ecstasy transformed Joe’s face as he recalled the experience.

    “Oh man,” said Joe. “Jet gave it a squeeze-from-hell! Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, he relaxed the hold for a minute or so. But in no time he unleashed that killer once more. Jet kept doin’ this over and over. Man, he went after my rod like a fuckin’ ani­mal!”

    Joe grinned. “Every time he squeezed I groaned

    louder. The minutes flew by—lots of minutes! And he was still workin’ on my cock with those big crushes. He drove me wild. That hold is awesome! I still don’t know how he does it. It’s more than a squeeze—it nails your tool with more pleasure than you can deal with. It starts down low, then spreads upward real slow. When it gets to the tip, your whole cock is on fire. But you can’t shoot off. I tried to bridge up as high as I could to make myself shoot. I screamed like hell. But no orgasm.”

    Suddenly Joe looked down at his cock. Alive with pleasure, it had become rock-hard during the telling of that first encounter with Rocky. The long tool twitched, craving to erupt.

    “Show Dave your juice!” urged Rocky. “Sweat it!”

    To Joe and Rocky the phrase “sweat it” meant, “Shoot Without Ever Actually Touching it.” Joe moved closer to the guys and spread his thighs widely. He thrust his rod forward, letting it twitch freely a few inches from Rocky. He shut his eyes and thought again of how sexed-up Rocky’s grip had made him.

    Rocky maintained his hold on Dave’s balls, but watched Joe’s excited cock closely. Joe tilted his head backward, overcome by the pleasure in his shaft.

    “Squirt it!” yelled Rocky.

    Joe’s cock now began to jerk in a faster and faster rhythm, steadily moving toward a more upright position. Dave’s own pleasure grew as he watched the tool. He couldn’t turn his eyes away from it: Joe’s pleasure had become Dave’s pleasure, too.

    Joe’s struggling shaft at last reached totally upright. It jumped several times. The blond cried out in pleasure. Dave stared, amazed, as the unaided cock exploded with incredible force. Cum shot out in long, white streams. Joe gripped the necks of the other guys as his cock squirted load after load of heavy man-cream. Some of it fired onto Dave’s cockhead, making it leap upward.

    Joe clung to Rocky and Dave as the shaft emptied itself. The rod continued to pump long after the juice stopped. Joe grinned when he saw how horny the two had become from watching his eruption. The cocks of both guys now stood straight up as they faced each other, tingling in spectacular masculinity.

    “Your nuts are cravin’ this, ain’t they!”

    Dave was speechless. His face mirrored what he felt in his balls and cock. The unique wet hold had made him its slave at last. He put his hands on Rocky’s big biceps—tentatively at first, then with a stronger grip. He rubbed them, worshipped them.

    Without realizing it, Dave began to lean slowly toward Rocky. When his chin touched Rocky’s shoulder, he pulled back apprehensively. But he gradually drew close again, and soon let his head drop onto the ball master’s shoulder. It felt comfortable there, very comfortable.

    “Good boy,” whispered Rocky.

    Dave spread his thighs to the most extreme point, signaling to Rocky that he wanted more and was no longer afraid to show it. The stud put his arms around Rocky’s hunky body in a show of genuine affection. Yet this act also amounted to a kind of submission: Dave was yielding inch-by-inch to the incredible grip on his balls.

    “How do they feel, man?” asked Rocky.

    Disarmed by acute pleasure, Dave spoke in fragmented phrases. “heavy…horny… big…gettin’ bigger.…”

    Rocky grinned. “I figured you’d like this hold—well-hung guys usually do.”

    “What the fuck are ya doin’ to ‘em?” asked Dave.

    “My secret,” said Rocky.

    Curious, the stud lifted his head off Rocky’s shoulder and leaned backward. He looked down. His hard, vertical cock glistened with cum—both from Joe’s orgasm and his own pre-cum. He saw Rocky’s hands locked around his balls, but couldn’t get a see exactly how the guy’s fingers were gripping them.

    “Like I said,” repeated Rocky, “it’s my secret. Be good and I’ll show ya how it’s done sometime.”

    The stud leaned forward into Rocky again and wrapped his arms around him. Rocky pressed further into the wrestler’s stiff nuts, sending bigger waves of erotic power through his body.

    The stud held Rocky close, begging for more. But Rocky would make Dave wait, intending to drive him to levels of pleasure he never knew existed.

    As Dave now realized, he was caught in no ordinary ball squeeze: it was an ultra-potent sex hold that took its toll with agonizing slowness. Dave squirmed and groaned, desperately trying to withstand the incredible sensations Rocky was unleashing.

    Rocky watched the hunky wrestler writhe in helpless ecstasy. Loud, sexy grunts occasionally exploded from the stud’s mouth. The massive balls swelled with virility. Rocky tightened his ball-wrench even more. Panting

    rapidly, Dave couldn’t believe anything could feel this good.

    Joe ran his fingers through the dark hairs on Dave’s chest and toyed with his pecs. Dave liked it. Or was it Rocky’s hands around his balls that made him like it? He wasn’t sure. What was happening to him? Could all this be a dream?

    He felt another jolt of excitement invade his nuts: Rocky had tightened the hold once more. Dreamy-eyed and lost in a sea of pleasure, Dave looked at the ball master. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” he begged.

    “I’ not gonna stop, ever. Your balls are mine now,” said Rocky.

    “Yeah, they’re yours—all yours,” gasped Dave.

    The stud drew his face toward Rocky’s lips. He pressed his mouth against them. Rocky pushed his tongue inside the stud. Dave uttered a cry of both joy and agony—joy, because it felt so good, and agony, because he had made himself wait so long for the experience of kissing another male.

    More pleasure charges coursed through the mammoth nuts. Dave’s head fell onto Rocky’s shoulder again. The stud’s mouth opened. He put his arms around the guy and clawed his back. Time stopped. The only awareness was one of total pleasure—endless, ultimate pleasure.

    The sight of the wrestler struggling at the peak of sexual pleasure brought Rocky and Joe to a similar peak of

    excitement. Seething with passion, Rocky turned to Joe and yelled, “Fuck me, man!”

    Joe got behind him and caressed the beautiful buns with his hand. Then he pushed his cockhead into Rocky’s hole. Joe slowly eased the long pole into his buddy’s ass with great care. Rocky grunted as the tool slid within, becoming more and more a part of him.

    Finally Joe had the entire rod in up to his balls. He put his arms around Rocky’s waist from behind and pulled himself tightly against his hunky friend. Then he moved his hands to Rocky’s tool and gripped it. Rocky groaned in delight. His cock vigorously ejected a load of pre-cum.

    “That’s why I call him ‘Jet’!” Joe said to Dave.

    Rocky’s tool soon became slippery with oozing cream. Joe glided his fingers up and down it slowly, electrifying his buddy. After several minutes he removed his hand.

    “Wanna try it?” Joe asked Dave.

    Surprising himself, the stud took hold of Rocky’s waiting pole almost automatically. He handled it all over, then started to slowly jack it off.

    Although ravaged with pleasure, Rocky never

    weakened his hold on the wrestler’s nuts. In fact, he began to gradually pull the enormous gonads toward him. Indescribable pleasure invaded the balls. The wrestler in­stinctively squeezed Rocky’s big tool. The force of it caught Rocky off guard. His intoxicated rod fired another load of pre-cum.

    “Ah . . . you fucker!” shouted Rocky. Suddenly he had become the sex captive of his intended victim.

    Feeling the huge rod pulse in his hand, Dave squeezed harder. Rocky’s pleasure groans got Joe’s attention. He pulled out of his buddy and crawled beside the guys to witness their test of sexual strength. Turned on by both holds, Joe encouraged each guy to make the other shoot. He slapped their butts in friendly support. As more incentive, Joe shoved a finger up Rocky’s ass and did the same to Dave with his other hand. He grinned as his double finger-fuck flooded the guys with even greater pleasure.

    Joe looked at Dave’s nuts and couldn’t believe his eyes. The wrestler’s balls had grown to a phenomenal size. The gonads were so gigantic that, in effect, Rocky was applying a full claw hold to each one with a separate hand. Dave’s ruddy cock dripped pre-cum and twitched in pleasure as Rocky nailed the balls with his ten-finger grip. Fighting back, Dave muscled Rocky’s pole frantically. The ball master gasped, momentarily dazed by stabbing pleasure.

    “Let’s see some sperm!” said Joe, grappling the guys’ insides with his fuck fingers.

    Rocky dug his hooks deeper into the huge balls. Dave screamed and began jerking on Rocky’s pole with tremendous upward thrusts, nearly pulling him off the mat.

    Rocky shouted in ecstasy, feeling his cream set to shoot upward. The in­flamed rod stiffened.

    “You’ve got him!” yelled Joe to Dave.

    But suddenly the stud’s jaw opened and a whispered scream burst out: Rocky was pulling the massive gonads in opposite directions as he squeezed. It stopped the wrestler in his tracks.

    “Shit!” he gasped, letting go of Rocky’s tool. A look of sublime pleasure transformed his handsome face. Joe slid his fingers out of the guys’ asses and moved closer to watch his buddy finish the stud.

    Dave’s sex cream climbed up the shaft slowly, torturing him with unheard of pleasure. The stud’s body started to fall back­ward. Joe got behind and held him up against his chest.

    Rocky widened his stance and put a final, shattering squeeze on the wrestler’s bulging testicles. The stud screamed and clutched Joe’s body behind him.

    “Give!” yelled Rocky.

    “Yes! I give! I give!” he yelled. Dave’s feverish cock let loose with a power he had never experienced before. Huge blasts of boiling cum pierced the air, then splashed down onto Rocky’s gut and rod. No longer able to control his own juice, Rocky rammed his long shaft into the sensitive base of Dave’s rod.

    Rocky screamed along with Dave as his cock erupted, covering the mammoth balls with long squirts of warm man-cream…..

    When the sun rose, the three guys were still tangled together on the mat, still too horny to sleep, still squeezing, still submitting to each other: because now they were a trio.

    (end)


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  • Christmas tree farm

    My freshman year of college I attended a private school close to the tri-state area of Tennessee, Virginia and Kentucky.  I grew up my entire life on a farm and was the first person in my family to attend college.  My dad was old school and didn’t think girls needed an education.  To be honest, I was pleasantly surprised when he allowed me to move off to college leaving our working farm one less set of hands.  

    The week of Thanksgiving I approached my professors and explained I would not return until all the trees on our farm were cut, wrapped and delivered to various Christmas tree lots the first couple of weeks in December.  The majority of my instructors were agreeable and reminded me I was responsible for any work I missed.  However, I had one professor who was difficult and told me under no circumstances that I missed more than three classes that were inexcusable absences then I could receive a lower grade or even fail the class.  

    As an eighteen year old freshman I was frustrated, confused and disappointed that this teacher was so unwilling to work with me.  Being a dedicated son who did not want to let my father down, nor did I want a whooping with his belt due to the fact I was required to return to campus I was torn.  

    I worked 15 hours a week in the library on work study.  One night I was stocking shelves and the head librarian sensed I was not my easy going self asked me what was wrong.  I had a secret crush on Mr. Tipton, the library’s director.  So, I knew I could venture telling him my problem.  Mr. Tipton listened to my story and told me he could speak to my professor on my behalf.  As an eighteen year old boy learning to be a man and having limited experience I knew men in authority really got my attention.  

    A couple of days went by and one day at the end of class my instructor told me to stay after class.  We spoke and he told me to go get him a coffee in the student union and meet him in his office within thirty minutes.  Of course I did exactly as I was told.  Once I got to his office he was listening to classical music and smoking a pipe with cherry tobacco.  Fuck me….a man smoking a pipe was a daddy turn on for me.  I was getting ahead of myself and lost in the aroma of the pipe I blurted out I loved the smell of his tobacco and we grew tobacco on our farm as our main source of income.  

    It was at that time he looked me directly in the eyes and said, “then way is it so important that I help cut and deliver Christmas trees?”  I found my voice and told him my daddy was depending on me and being the only son of the family it was my duty to pull my weight on the farm.  I figured he like my answer and invited me to have a seat.  His smile melted me and again that fucking pipe was getting my mind racing of want, need, desire, lust and I imagined what I would love at that moment was to suck his dick while he puffed on his pipe.  

    After I regained my thoughts and composure the conversation turned into another direction.  He knew I was an English majored, worked in the library and even knew I drove a 1967 Ford pickup that he somehow knew was my uncles truck who was killed in Vietnam. At this point once I realized he wasn’t a big bad wolf as an individual I told him it was just important that I would do anything.  He grinned in a simple reassuring way that moved the conversation to another direction.  

    At this point my professor asked me to remove his pipe from his hand and place it on his desk.  I did as I was told….however, I raised the pipe to my nose and savored the aroma and honest to god took my other hand adjusted my teenage, rock hard cock. I knew I was pushing my luck and thought this was going to go well or my ass was in trouble.  Good play on words.  Once I turned around my professor told me to come over and unzip his trousers and take out his cock.  I did exactly as I was told.  His Towncraft boxers were wet with precum.  I immediately got on my knees and wrapped my hand around his thick, uncut cock.  As a country boy I’d seen my fair shares of uncut meat.  However, his was so creamy white and seemed to have extra thick skin.  Within minutes I had swallowed his entire thick dick and he was running his fingers through my ginger red hair.  I wanted to drink him cum but he had other plans.  I dropped my jeans to my ankles….he ate my man – teenage hole and told me he was going to fuck me.  I reached around him and grabbed his hand and his cock.  He looked at me confused for a second.  I told him I prefer to sit on his cock and ride him.  He grinned and asked, “anything else you need son?”  

    Hell….yep, that’s when I requested he smoke his pipe while I bounce on his uncut cock.  Honestly, in my limited experience at that point this particular fuck was the most amazing, fulfilling man sex I had had and truly to this day is a point of reference when I compare my freshman year college professor fucking me to other situations I explored later in life.

    On a final note.  I finished up helping on the farm the 7th of December. As I loaded my truck to head back to campus I put a Fraser fur in the bed of the truck to deliver to a certain professor at school.  About an hour from campus I stopped at a pay phone and called my professor and asked him to meet me in the parking lot next to the library.  When I arrived on campus my pickup truck pulled up to his candy apple red MG convertible.  He was pleasantly surprised when we walked to the back of my truck and I pulled back the tarp revealing the tree.  God, to this day I can still seem the smile on his face as he said….”it won’t fit.”  

    Yes, the tree would fit in his MG….but we managed to make it to his cottage close to campus and I carried in the tree and placed it in the corner of his den.  He fucked me three times that night and we never got around to trimming the tree.  

    After I graduated 3 years later I moved to Knoxville and completed a masters degree.  When I was admitted to UNC Chapel Hill to complete my doctoral program we both made a clean break of living in Tennessee and North Carolina.  We both got positions at Ohio State and lived a very fulfilling life and had rewarding careers.  I lost my dear Nick in the fall of 2007 due to a car accident.  Today I live on the outer banks and still have my grandpa’s pickup truck.  As the great writer James Baldwin once stated, “We all have history.”  I’m happy to have had the opportunity to make more merry memories and history with my Nick.  Now, you know I’m going to go soon in my restored pick up truck and get a fresh Christmas tree.  Love the ones you are with this holiday season.  

  • Tiburtius and Crassus

    A few days later Crassus received an invitation for Tiburtius to visit the Emperors palace and watch some special games he had planned for a particular feast.

    Crassus had no option but to accept on his stepsons behalf, but insisted Octavian go along as his helper. So that was decided upon.

    The Emperor sent a carriage for them and on arrival they were shown to an apartment in the Imperial palace on the Janiculum. The apartment was magnificent, its walls lined with rare and precious marbles. One wall was lined with a panel of Cappadocian marble, whose mirror like surface reflected the splendour of the room.

    “Look at this!’” said Octavian looking out of the doorway.

    It led onto a large arc shaped loggia,

    overlooking the valley and into the Circus Maximus at the base of the Hill. Wow! said Tiburtius, and after a few minutes their excitement was interrupted by the entry of the centurion Cornelius, bringing garments for them to wear for the games the next day.

    After his departure the two lads delved into the gilded box he had bought. there were two gold tunics. and Tiburtius s also had a red damask cape with it fastened on the shoulder with gold fibula.

    The two lads stripped then and there and tried on the tunics, but both were a bit shocked at the length, which was to the top of the thigh, just below the groin, looking at themselves at the reflection in the marble wall, Octavian remarked that his loincloth was visible below. That cant be right said Tiburtius looking in the casket and he pulled out a leather thong that had a leather pouch for the penis and tied at the waist.

    Octavian took off his loincloth and stepped into the thong placing his penis downwards into the pouch, and was a bit shocked as it hardly covered his goods. The under strap was just wide enough to hold, but not fully cover his balls and then it continued to between his cheeks but was so thin it hardly covered his rosebud.

    Octavian watched fascinated as the lad blushed at the exposure.

    Its alright for you, he said, you have that red cape to cover yours. They laughed together and then snuggled up and went to sleep.

    The next day dawned and Tiburtius and Octavian dressed in their gorgeous outfits and descended the steps leading to the Imperial box, in the Circus maximus, where the games were to take place. Cornelius showed Tiburtius where to sit, on a white marble seat across from the Emperors party.

    Octavian had a small footstool below his friends chair.

    As Tiburtius sat down he suddenly realised that his cock and balls were fully visible, so arranged the red cloak across his groin.

    Unfortunately Octavian had no such cover apart from the leather pouch holding his cock.

    The afternoon progressed with many games of Gladiators and some prisoners fighting wild beasts. Octavian was conscious of every time he topped up his friends drink, the Emperor was watching the exposure of the lads bum cheeks and entrance to his hole, licking his lips.

    The games reached their climax and cheers were summoned for the Emperor, and all took their leave, the lads conscious as they climbed the steps, all their parts were on show, as the Emperor followed close behind. Neither of the lads were looking forward to the feast that evening as both were sure the Emperor had designs on the lads.

    They were discussing how they would avoid being touched up and fondled in the short tunics and both knew to refuse would be fatal, as you didn’t say no to the Emperor or his guests. Just as they were despairing of how they would avoid it, Cornelius entered and handed Tiburtius a small scroll which he opened quickly and read, his facial expression looked grave as he read and Octavian asked him what was the matter. Its Crassus he was returning from visiting the Quintilli, at their villa when his horse threw him and he was knocked unconscious and injured. We must go to him immediately, he said to Cornelius, Don’t worry I will prepare it all for you, gather your thing. What about the Emperors party? said Octavian.

    I will explain and as it is late I will get you a carriage and four of my guard to escort you to Crassus s villa.

    In a quarter of an hour the lads were in the carriage racing down to the Appian Way with their escort, it took about an hour and they arrived at the Villa.

    A servant admitted them and they bid thanks to their escort, and raced to see how Crassus was.

    They ascended the staircase and raced to the bedroom where Crassus had been taken, Tiburtius was a bit surprised that their were no servants on duty near the bedroom, but dismissed it. The two lads rushed into the bedroom where Crassus lay on the bed, Octavian closing and bolting the door behind them.

    As he turned away from the bolted door, both were surprised to see Crassus sitting up on the bed, apparently well apart from a purple bruise on his leg and forehead. They looked so puzzled that Crassus started to laugh, this confused them all the more.

    Your Ok said his stepson after a while getting over his shock and relieved that Crassus looked well.

    Sorry to give you both a fright but it was important not to give anything away.

    Cornelius had found out what evil the Emperor had instore for you both at the party, once the honoured guests had left.

    He was going to take both of you, and fuck you and seed you and then pass you around to his close friends for them to abuse you, When they had all violated you enough you would have both disappeared to the Marmatine prison, to be violated and torn apart by prisoners and thrown in the Tevere. No one would have known what had befallen you both, the usual tale is that they ran away in shame at their violation!

    So I had to think quick, Cornelius and the Quintilli were all in on the charade.

    The fall off the horse was staged and the bruises made by grape juice,

    a wagon brought me back here supposedly unconscious and now you see me.

    The only thing is Cornelius will make out to the Emperor, although Im alive thankfully I was badly injured when the horse fell on me, so will need you both to care for me for a good while as I have crutches over there.

    It was all to get you away and it had to be convincing and quick.

    Both lads could not believe the plot that had been hatched and the Quintilli and Cornelius were in on the ruse.

    But Crassus hadn’t finished,

    he said that to keep them safer, he was also going to adopt Octavian as his other son , that would give Octavian more protection as his son rather than just a slave.

    They musnt tell anyone of the others involvement as that would anger the Emperor and they were both trusted by him, so they could forewarn them of his plans.

    Now its time we celebrated and the three stripped naked and Crassus kissed and embraced his stepsons and seeded them both and together one seeded Crassus s love tunnel and the other his mouth, and the three fell asleep together safe in each others arms, but if the Emperor had won it could have been very different.

    ( to be continued)