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  • A Christmas To Remember

    I had been alone for the past two years since my partner and I had split and I was feeling sorry for myself so I decided to go to my cabin in the mountains of northern Pennsylvania.  I had no reason to stay at home for Christmas and no one to spend it with so I packed my clothes and made a grocery list of what I would need.  I also would have to make a trip to pick up firewood.

    I went to the grocery store to get all the food I needed and then had the truck filled with firewood.  I made a checklist to make sure I had everything I needed.

    The day arrived for my departure and I packed the truck as a snow storm was predicted up north so I decided to get an early start.  Its about two hours from my home to the cabin.  Within a half hour of my trip it was snowing and before long it was really coming down.  Within fifteen to twenty minutes from the cabin the snow was blinding.  

    As I was driving I noticed on the side of the road an SUV in a gully tipped over.  I pulled the truck over to the side of the road with my flashers on and made my way down the ravine.  The truck had flipped over and hit several trees.  I reached the wreck and tried to get the drivers side door open but it wouldn’t budge.  I went to the passenger side and did manage to get the door open.  The driver was hanging upside down and I couldn’t get the seatbelt to release.  I went to my truck and got a knife and managed to cut the seat belt and tried to let him down slowly.  There was blood everywhere and his face was covered in blood.  I was in panic mode as I new there would be no signal to call for help.  I pulled him out of the vehicle and hoped he had no internal injuries.  I couldn’t lift him because it was snowing so hard I could barely see and I wouldn’t be able to climb back to the road carrying him.  I took him by his shoulders and slid him up the ravine and finally got him in the truck.  

    I jumped into the truck and looked at his face and he had a severe gash on his forehead but I didn’t know what other injuries he had.  The snow was blinding by now and I could hardly tell where the road was.  Thankfully I finally pulled into the cabin.  I left the truck running to keep him warm and took a handful of wood and went into the cabin.  I prayed that the power was still on and luckily it was.  I started the electric furnace and got a fire started in the fireplace.

    I went to the truck, got the injured stranger and brought him into the cabin, laid him on the sofa.  It was going to take a while for the water heater to heat water so I put a kettle on the stove for some warm water.  I went over to him and took his coat off and put a pillow under his head.  At that moment he started to moan and he started to jump so I held him down and told him he was safe that he had been in an accident.

    I placed the warm water in a basin and got a wash cloth and gently wiped his face of the blood.  The gash on his head was pretty nasty but I didn’t think it needed stitches.  He was now coming around and I told him he went off the road.  He managed to say that he was traveling to fast and just lost control.  I said: “your safe now do you hurt anywhere else?”  He said: “where the seatbelt was.”   I lifted his shirt and the whole area where the seatbelt was, was totally black and blue.  I told him as soon as the water was heated he could get in the tub and soak in warm water.

    I said to him:  “Are you hungry?” He said he was so I heated up some soup and he ate and said that he felt better.  I said:  “The bath water is ready” and I helped him up and walked him to the bathroom.  I went to help him undress and I knew he felt uncomfortable but he couldn’t do it himself.  I lifted his jersey over his head, unzippered his jeans and pulled them off and I looked up at him as I pulled his boxers down.  He definitely had a sizable cock even soft it was nice with plenty of girth.  I helped him in the tub and he gave a deep breath as he sat.  I said to him:  “I think it would be nice if we introduced each other, my name is Jaxon and he said:  “I’m Wess and I’m so thankful that you came by because I most likely would have died.

    I picked up his clothes and told him I would get him something to wear as we were both about the same size.  Wess was about 5’8″ and I was the same with a weight of about 150 lbs.  He had light brown hair and beautiful blue eyes.  My eyes are also blue and darker brown hair. I asked him how old he was and he said:  “Thirty One.”  I told him I was thirty two. 

     A few days later Wess was feeling almost back to himself and I had made a nice dinner for us.  As we ate Wess told me that he was bi-sexual but then he met a girl and they were married. He went on to say that he thought he could stay away from men but he ended up cheating on his wife and eventually came to terms that he was gay  He told his wife and they decided to divorce  I told Jaxon that I was also gay but I always new I was gay.

    I tried several times to see if I could get a signal on my phone but it was hard enough to get a signal up here and with the blizzard there was no chance.

    This was the third day and it was still snowing with a least thirty six inches of snow already dropped.  The power had gone out and I had the fireplace burning hot.  It was nice and cozy and Wess and I seemed to be really hitting it off. 

     It was two days before Christmas and I went rummaging in the attack and found some decorations.   I did the best I could and put some colorful ornaments and candles on the fireplace.  Wess said:  “This is real nice Jaxon, I never expected this.”  

    Since we had no power I did have a coleman stove and I took two steaks out of the fridge and made the steaks with fried potatoes.  We had dinner with a glass of wine and it was really great.  As we were eating, with the glow of the candles I noticed how handsome Wess was and my cock started to stir.  He looked at me and are eyes locked and I think we both new we wanted each other.

    We finished dinner and cleaned up and went into the living room with the room filled with candles, the setting was right.  I got Wess and I a bourbon and we sat on the bear skin rug in front of the fireplace.  I looked at him and moved in and gently touched his soft lips.  I pulled back as we starred into each others eyes and Wess took the back of my neck and pulled me into him and passionately kissed me.  Our kiss became frantic as our tongues fought for dominance.

    Wess said:  “Jaxon this happened for a reason and I want you.”  We removed our jerseys and our sweat pants and began kissing again with more passion and more lust.  We removed our boxers and I grabbed his cock and was pleased with its size and thickness.  He also took hold of mine.  I said:  “Wess are you about 8” and he said:  “Yes and you.”  “Last I measured it was 7.5.”  I laid him down and took his cock in my mouth and began sliding my mouth up and down paying special attention to his sensitive corona.  After some delicate cock sucking I went for the kill and took his whole cock into my throat.  Wess gasped with pleasure and said:  “Fuck Jaxon your mouth is so hot, no one has ever taken my cock into their throat.”  This made me even more aroused as I continued on his stiff cock.

    I let his cock pop out of my mouth and he laid me down and did the same to me.  I could tell he hadn’t sucked a lot of cock because he kept trying to deep throat me and kept gagging, but he was determined and kept at it as his eyes filled with tears and I told him:  “Just relax and stop trying so hard, let your throat muscles relax and take a little at a time.”  He did as I said and finally got most of my cock in his throat.  He looked up at me with a grin on his face and knew he had conquered his quest.

    I pulled my cock out and kissed him and said:  “You were amazing.” I told him to get on his knees and I spread his cheeks while I was in awe af his beautiful pink hole.  I went down on him sucking and licking his sweet hole.  His smell was both manly and sweet.  Wess was breathing heavy and said:  “Fuck Jaxon that is the most incredible feeling please don’t stop.” I started playing with his balls and then started stroking his cock as I continued eating his delicious ass.  Wess said:  “Fuck me Jaxon I want your cock buried in my ass.”  I got the lube and laid him down missionary style, lubed his ass and my cock and inserted a finger in his tight ass, then I placed another finger and he moaned with pleasure.  He started pushing his ass into my fingers.  I continued opening his pussy moving my fingers in and out in a steady rhythm.  “Please stick that cock of yours in me, I need it now.”  

    I placed my cock at his entrance and pushed in and he cringed as I passed his sphincter.  Slowly I began an erotic dance in his ass. slowly moving in and out until I hit his sweet spot and he became frantic.  “Yes, Yes, Yes, Oh fuck right there I’m so hot fuck me, fuck me.”  His dirty talk had me in a state of pure bliss and I fucked his brains out.  “Oh yeah Wess you have the hottest pussy and I’m going to fill you with my sweet jizz.”  I laid down on his body and kissed him with a passion of fire as I continued battering his ass.  I kissed his nipples sending waves of ecstasy through out his body.  I sucked his ear lobes and sucked on his neck.  “Yes, Yes Jaxon what your doing to me is beyond words, now keep fucking me baby.”  I could feel all his pre-cum as I bodies melted together.

    I said:  “Wess are you ready for your sweet ass to take all this built up cum in my balls.”  “Oh yeah baby I’m ready slam me hard and shoot all that cum in me.”  It didn’t take long that I felt my balls lift and I began shooting in his ass a load that was cum worthy.  Wess screamed oh fuck I’m cumming oh yeah, fuuuuuuuuuuck.”
    I raised his ass and sucked all of my sweet cum out of his hole and then shared it with him as we came down from our euphoric high.  We had cum all over our faces and we both started laughing.  Wess said:  “Fuck Jaxon that was so hot, I’ve never been fucked like that.”

    We cleaned up and sat on the sofa, with the candlelite and the fire, embraced and held each other as if there were no one else in the world.  Wess looked at me and said:  “Jaxon could this be fate, I’ve only known you for a few days but the feelings I am having are overwhelming.”  “Wess I feel the same, I have been lonely for a long time and here we are together and maybe, just maybe something extraordinary is happening between us.”

    Christmas Eve arrived and we roasted hotdogs and for some reason they were the best hotdogs ever.  For dessert we roasted marshmellows.  Wess said:  ” This was the best Christmas Eve dinner and reached over and kissed me.  We had the most incredible sex and after we sat on the sofa and cuddled.  I looked at Wess and said:  “I don’t have any gifts for you but I can give you one “I LOVE YOU WESS.”  Tears filled his eyes and said: “That’s the best gift you could ever give me and I LOVE YOU TOO JAXON.”

    The next day it was clear so we packed the truck and headed out.  Wess called to have his SUV towed and we made our journey home.  It was a coincidence that we lived quite close to each other.  I dropped Wess off and we hugged and were both upset to be apart.

    When I arrived at home I had a feeling of despair so I called Wess and asked him if he would consider moving in with me.  “Oh hell yeah, Jaxon you just made me the happiest man on earth.”

    Their love continued to blossom and Wess and Jaxon were married a year later and this would always be A Christmas to Remember for them.


    Quote for thought:

    “I wish I had the guts to walkaway and forget about what we had, but I can’t because I know you wouldn’t come after me, and that’s what hurts the most.”   

    Merry Christmas to all the readers and writers and the friends I’ve made on this site and also to Bjorn for all your help and kindness.          

  • Winter Storm

    Be sure to write me a comment at the end of the story.  I love comments and criticisms.


    I met Deputy Sayers on my first consultation trip to work at VestVac Industries. Why they had their main factory in the middle of nowhere still puzzles me. The drive to the little town of Hidden had taken about 30 minutes. I had stopped at the Hidden Hotel and Diner to have something to eat and wait for the company’s representative to meet me and take me the rest of the way to their campus.

    The sheriff was finishing his lunch at the counter. I sat two stools away from him, and we struck up a brief conversation. He knew I was a stranger, and he asked me the usual questions. Deputy Sayers came in soon after and took the stool between us.

    I found the Deputy attractive from the outset. It wasn’t that he was extra handsome. He had a normal hair-cut with his brown hair parted on the side. His bangs were combed back except for this tiny bunch that refused to remain with the rest and curled toward his forehead. His neat, brown eyebrows were not manicured, nor were they out of control. They framed bright green eyes with slightly darker than average lashes. His medium-strong nose was just the right size for his rectangular face with a strong, but not protruding, chin with just the hint of a cleft. He had full lips that were neither too large nor too small. His high cheekbones had just a hint of pink that I attributed to the cold weather outside. Of course, he had a moustache. Don’t most cops? His was a lighter shade of brown than his hair and what I was told was a painter’s brush. Each side almost touched in the center and extended just past the outer edge of his lips. It fit his face. I sensed that without it he would have a boyish appearance. He had an athletic built as far as I could tell with all the equipment he was wearing.

    I noticed immediately that he had no belly hanging over his belt, and I surmised that he was in his late 20s, just like me. I also noticed that he ordered chicken soup and water, the same thing I ordered. He gave me no indication that he had the slightest interest in me except that I noticed he was looking at me using the mirror behind the counter. I assumed, at first, that he did that with all the strangers in town.

    We exchanged pleasantries and laughed a little at having ordered the same meal. I gave him my cell phone number as I suggested that we might meet up the next time I came to town, and he could show me what people did for entertainment. I did my best not to show him how attracted I was to him.

    Just as I was finishing the soup, Mr. Dullesville came in to lead me to the factory where I would be doing my work. I looked back as I left and saw that the deputy was watching me leave, using the mirror again. I nodded to let him know that I saw him. That look gave me hope that he might be interested in me as well.

    On my way to the factory, I noted that the town was situated on a gentle slope that began at the base of a cliff and continued to a flat plain about 20 miles away. To the north and west of the town, things were more mountainous. Along the road, early spring flowers were beginning to bloom, and there seemed to be a beauty there that I hadn’t experienced anywhere else. I began to contemplate living in that small town that found itself almost a mile above sea level and nestled next to a cliff.

    About a week and a half later, I was back in my cramped apartment in Dallas. The traffic just to get to the grocery store was awful. I had always hated big city life, and I wondered why I was here. I remember standing at my bedroom window looking across the breezeway when the telephone chimed that I had received a text message.

    It was from Deputy Sayers, and it included his first name. When the sheriff introduced me, he didn’t tell me his first name. The message was brief. “Figured it’d be easier if you told me when you’re coming again. Now you have my number. Brian Sayers.”

    I laid back on my bed and closed my eyes. I pictured his face. I repeated his name in my head. I knew it was stupid. The chances of his being attracted to me were very small. I forced myself to face reality. A guy like that probably screwed half the girls in town or possibly all five of them. He probably had a good number in college, and based on birth control success rates, he’s probably got at least one illegitimate kid somewhere. Still, I imagined the two of us looking at the stars through a telescope and his reaching over to hold my hand.

    “Stop it,” I said out loud. Then I picked up the phone and texted back. “Will be in town on the 17th. Meet me at the lunch counter at 12:30? Daniel.”

    A few moments later, “Works for me I’m off that day.”

    My heart started beating faster; I was like a schoolboy with his first crush. I couldn’t seem to help myself. I went to Zillow and began looking at properties to purchase. One of them grabbed my attention: an old farmhouse in need of TLC on ten acres. The photos showed a house in need of a good paint job and a good cleaning. I wondered whether it might need major renovation, such as insulation and a new HVAC system. I called the real estate agent, and after discussing things with her, I called a renovation expert. I told him about my concerns and asked him to get with an inspector and give me an evaluation. Four days later, I bought the place. No matter what, I told myself, it was better than staying in that little room they had for me at that factory. At the worst, it was a vacation home, a place to retire to. At best, well, I wasn’t very realistic.

    The 17th came. I was seated at the counter when Brian came in. I was surprised that he came dressed in his uniform. I shook his hand; it felt warm and strong. I noticed for the first time that he stood about five-ten. The blood rushed to my groin. I’m six-one, and I’ve always found guys who are a little shorter than I am to be a little extra sexy. “Just getting off work?” I asked. Then I was sure I notice an air of disappointment.

    “Actually,” his lips pressed tightly together, “I’m going in after we eat. Dwayne Crenshaw is sick, and our shifts have been moved around. I told them I couldn’t go in until two because of a meeting. I’m really sorry.”

    “Well, of course, I’m disappointed, but I’d be an asshole if I didn’t realize that your job is really important and that things happen.”

    “Thanks for that. What are we having?” He sat on the stool and looked at me in earnest.  

    “I thought that I’d let you decide. You know what’s on the menu and what’s good.”

    “Is Ruthie cooking today?” he asked the man behind the counter.

    “Sure thing.”

    “Then let’s have two deluxe cheeseburgers, well-done, with onion rings.” He turned to me. “She makes the best burgers in the universe.”

    We made a lot of small talk. He told me that he’d planned to show me around town, and after those fifteen minutes were spent, he was going to show me his grandparents’ old place. I agreed that we would do that on another day, and after the meal, he went to work. I was disappointed, but as we talked, I got the feeling that he liked me. Maybe we were destined to be really good friends, but I had hoped he would whisper to me that he was really into me. I left the diner with no real plans to meet him again. My next few days were filled with meetings, and then I flew back to Dallas.

    I headed to the farmhouse. I have to say that I was impressed by the work that had already been done. My renovation expert/contractor told me that there wasn’t much work in the area, and he thought he could get things going rather quickly. All the siding had been removed. The inspector had informed me that most of the boards were rotten, most from dry rot, and he recommended replacing all of them. The renovation expert had suggested beaded clapboard siding. He told me it would go well with the style of the house. Plus removing the siding would make for a more efficient way of rewiring and insulating the house, not to mention spraying the fungicide necessary to prevent future dry rot.

    It looked like a lot of work, and I was glad that I hadn’t decided to take it on myself. I walked around the place, made a few mental notes, and headed to my little room at the factory.

    After that, my boss told me I could do all my consulting on video conference calls. I continued to text Brian, but his responses were always very short and lacking in any emotion. I talked to him on the phone several times; he always sounded happy to talk with me and mentioned that he was looking forward to the next time we would meet up. I was feeling very depressed when October rolled around and my house renovation was complete. I’d let Brian know which days I’d be there, but he was working on all of them. We were able to squeeze in another lunch. I hugged him when I saw him that time. He hugged back.  

    I talked about how lonely I was in Dallas and how I looked forward to our meeting even if it was only for lunch. He admitted that his personal life was rather empty as well. I still hadn’t told him about the house. I thought I’d surprise him the next time I saw him in person, but I wasn’t sure when that would be.

    When I told my boss about the house, he said he saw no problem with my consulting from home about ninety percent of the time, but that I would need to be willing to come back to Dallas if needed, and he told me that the company would not pay for the travel expenses. I agreed. I kept my Dallas apartment because the rent was less than three hotel stays in cost, and in December, I drove to my new home.

    After having stopped in the nearby town to fill up on groceries, I stocked my freezer and pantry. I had told Brian I would be in town the next day; he was scheduled off. He texted me that day to let me know that the weather was expected to be very cold with a chance of heavy snow. I replied that sitting by a fire with a hot beverage would be a great back-up plan. I spent the rest of that day organizing things.

    I have to say that I was excited the next day when I woke up. I took a hot shower, dressed warmly, and headed to the garage. I was slapped in the face by some of the coldest weather I’d ever experienced. I was glad the car was in the garage. The drive to town seemed to take forever. Maybe it was my heightened level of anticipation. I spotted Brian going into the hardware store. I hadn’t expected to find him so quickly. He looked sexy in his deerskin coat. I parked next to him and waited for him to come out.

    When I saw him approach the register, I got out and stood next to his driver’s side door. I know it was freezing, but at that point, I didn’t feel it.

    He walked out of the store and saw me. I smiled.

    “Daniel. What are you doing here?” He didn’t sound happy to see me.

    “I thought I’d surprise you,” I said rather sheepishly.

    “We’re supposed to meet for lunch.”

    He approached his car.

    “I didn’t want to wait.”

    Brian turned around to see if anyone in the store was watching us. “This is not cool, man.”

    “What isn’t? One friend meeting up with another?”

    “Surprising me and expecting me to be excited like we were boyfriends or something. What the hell’s the matter with you?”

    I felt my eyes go misty. “I’m sorry. I thought it would be fun to surprise you when I saw you here.” I looked into the hardware store and noted a display. “I’m here to get some silicone caulk.” I pulled in my emotions, and I walked past him and into the store. I picked up a tube of caulk and then remembered I needed some picture hangers. I got those and went to the register. I didn’t turn around to see what Brian was doing, but I was sure I heard his truck pull away.

    “You know the deputy?” asked the man behind the counter.

    I nodded. “Yeah. I met him on my first trip up here.”

    “That right? Where are you from?”

    “I bought the place on Old Meyer’s Road.”

    “That two-story place that just got redone?”

    “That’s the one,” I replied.

    “Everybody’s been wondering who fixed that up.”

    A tear fell from my eye onto the counter. “I guess I’m going to have to get used to the cold; it makes my eyes sting.”

    “Hey, sheriff.”

    I turned. I hadn’t seen the sheriff come in. “Hello, Sheriff.”

    The man behind the counter broke in. “Did you know this is the guy who fixed up the Meyer’s Place.”

    “No. I didn’t realize that. We met back in the spring, didn’t we.”

    “That’s right,” I nodded. “Daniel White.”

    “Friends with Deputy Sayers, right?”

    I laughed. “Yep.” I grabbed my stuff from the counter. “Well, I’ll be seeing you.” As I left, I heard an alert come from the sheriff’s phone, at least that’s what I assumed. It sounded like the tornado alert sounds my phone would make sometimes back in Texas. I got in the car and headed home, fighting back the tears the entire way.

    I parked the car in the garage and went back into the house. I threw my phone onto the bench near the door. “Fuck!” I screamed over and over. I thought he’d at least be a friend. I said nothing about my feelings; I’d rather have him as a friend in my life than not in my life. “Is what I did so wrong?” I sobbed and put my hands up to my eyes. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself.

    “You worthless pussy,” I said to the image in the mirror. “You should have told him months ago how you felt. Then you wouldn’t be stuck in this house in his town.” I looked around. I’d already fallen in love with the house. Yesterday, it seemed perfect.

    It was still perfect; I was the one who was out of whack. I shivered. It was getting colder. I went into the living room and looked out. The snow was coming down rather fiercely. I’d purchased some fire logs and decided to light one. Maybe a fire would cheer me up.

    With a roaring fire and a cup of hot tea, I sat on the hearth and watched the flames. I was zoning out when I thought I heard a car horn. I did hear a car horn. I went to the window as an old police SUV pulled up next to the house. A lone figure emerged and went to the door and began beating on it.

    I opened the door, and there stood Brian.

    “Thank the Lord,” he exclaimed. “I was afraid you might be out in this snowstorm.”

    “What?” I realized then how hard it was snowing.

    “We’re about to get one of the worst storms we’ve had in a long time, and when I couldn’t get you on the phone, I was worried you wouldn’t be safe in the house. I need to go or I won’t get back.” Brian ran back to the SUV. The bitter cold was impossible, but I stood there with the door open watching him. He had come to check on me. But after what he had said, I was confused.  

    I heard the truck make a cranking noise, but it didn’t turn over.

    I signaled him to come back into the house. I’m not sure he saw me. I stepped out into the blizzard and opened the passenger door. “You can’t stay out here. Get in the house. He looked at me, frustration on his face, and then he grabbed a small duffle back from the seat next to him and came into the house.

    I closed and locked the door behind us. “Come on in.” We stepped into the area between the kitchen and dining area. We looked at one another without speaking. I didn’t know what to say. Had a policeman had just come to my house to check on me, to warn me about the snow, to make sure I was safe. Or was it my friend who had just done that.

    Brian finally spoke. “I’m not prepared to talk about this.”

    “OK, but call the station and let them know that you’re OK.” I went into the living room and stared out into the grey swirling void that seemed to be swallowing the house. I could hear him on the phone in the other room, and after he was done, I could hear him walk up behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders.

    “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. I’ve thought about it and tried to come up with an explanation for my behavior, but I can’t. I just know it was wrong.”

    I turned to look at him. His face seemed tense, as though he were trying to maintain control. “Come sit next to the fire with me.” We moved to the hearth and sat with our bodies angled toward the other.

    “First, and foremost, Brian, you’re my friend. I never want to do anything that might upset you or hurt you. I need you to know that.”

    “I do. I know that. And regardless of what I said, I don’t believe you did anything to hurt or upset me.”

    I continued to look at him. The fire danced in his eyes, and as upset as I was that morning, I was ready to forgive him anything.

    He took a deep breath and exhaled. “You know, I was so angry this morning, and I went into the station. I wanted to talk to the sheriff; he’s like a father to me, but he wasn’t there yet. He came running in saying we had just been alerted to the storm and that it was building rapidly, and the new predictions were that it would be bad. He said that we needed to get the word out. He turned to me and told me to let my friend know. I asked him who he met, and he told me that friend that had just moved into the Meyer’s place. I said, ‘Who?’ again, and he said, ‘That Daniel guy from Texas.’

    I was surprised that you were the one who bought this place; well maybe I was more surprised that you hadn’t told me, but I started texting you right away. When you didn’t answer, I called. I was terrified that you had gone walking or something after I had yelled at you. I was so worried that you could get hurt or killed. I think that’s when I faced up to how much I care about you.”

    I could see him get misty-eyed. I reached out my hand and touched his fingers with mine.

    Brian continued. “My father would beat me for what I’m about to say.”

    “But he’s not here. He can’t hurt you, and I’ll accept whatever you say and still call you my friend.”

    I saw a small smile on Brian’s face. “I liked you from the first time I met you. I liked you a lot. In fact, I liked you so much that I fought with myself about texting you. And I was so angry that we didn’t get to spend the day together when you came back. I had imagined spending time with you and hoping you might give me a signal that you wanted to be more than friends.

    “And,” he paused, “I’m ashamed to say that I worried about what people here would think.”

    “I can understand that,” I told him.

    “But it’s stupid to think that way. When the military guys come up here and get a room together at the hotel, Ruthie says it’s cute how you can tell they love each other. Then she talks about the old man named Burl. She says everyone knew that he and the foreman of the Currier Ranch had a thing until he died, and nobody gave a shit.

    “I should have told you.” He got up and walked to the window and looked out into the dark grey. “It’s not noon yet, and it’s as if it’s early evening.”

    I stood behind him, wrapped my arms around him, placed my chin on his shoulder, and pulled us together. “Not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about you since the day we met.”

    Brian crossed his arms over mine. “I did something illegal, or at least, unethical. I got a copy of your driver’s license, so I could look at your picture. I keep it in my wallet, so it’s always with me.”

    I felt a warm feeling come over me when he said that. He turned his head toward mine. I relaxed my arms and moved my hands up to his head and kissed him. He kissed me back. Everything felt right.  

    He rested his head in the crook of my neck and pulled me to him. I kissed him on the forehead and rubbed my cheek in his hair. It was soft; the feeling was sensual. The scent of Old Spice was barely perceptible.

    “If this is love,” he said, “I like it.”

    “I think it is. It has to be.”

    We continued to snuggle next to the window. Brian looked up at me and kissed me again. “I can’t believe how warm this house is now.”

    “Are you saying that I’m making you all hot and bothered?”

    “Well, you are, but that’s not what I mean.  When I was a kid, this house was always cold in the winter.”

    “You were here as a kid?”

    “My grandparents lived here. Floyd and Abigail Meyer. I loved this house, but it had fallen into such disrepair that I knew I could never afford to fix it up. You must be mortgaged out your ass.”

    I decided to tell him later that I had paid cash (I had a good job and healthy savings). “Let’s go have lunch.”

    A huge gust of wind shrieked and pushed against the house. I could hear the bones of the house creak and moan as it resisted. The lights in the kitchen flickered. The snow had already piled up over two feet near the house with drifts even higher.

    “During the last major storm, we were snowed in for over a week. People up here prepare for stuff like that.”

    “I stocked everything because I didn’t want to do a fifty-mile trip to get a loaf of bread.” I interlaced my fingers with his and pulled him toward the kitchen. Looking out the window, I could barely see his SUV. “I’m so glad it didn’t start.”

    Brian nuzzled against my arm. “So am I.”

    Using the raised hearth as a table, the two of us ate lunch by the fire. We talked openly for the first time about our fears growing up, our self-realizations, failures to gain life-time friends during college, and the loneliness of our mid-twenties. We both sensed a real kinship with the other and began to truly believe that we had within them the power to make our budding relationship last.

    As we walked to the kitchen to put the dishes in the dishwasher, Brian again commented on how the house was different, and yet the same. I told him how I had insisted that I didn’t want the floorplan changed. I wanted new cabinets, no wallpaper, hardwood floors with rugs, and a different shower in the master bedroom. I wanted modern LED lighting. The main change in the house is the new siding and the basement.

    “I loved the old basement,” Brian exclaimed. It was so much fun playing down there.”

    “Well, the walls were beginning to crumble, and the house was settling unevenly. Since the basement was only five feet, and damp in some places, they raised the house, dug a new basement that’s seven and a half feet tall, and lowered the house on it. I didn’t want the house to be any higher from the ground. It sits three inches lower. The cisterns are also gone; I had them dig a new well. Do you want to see the basement?”

    “Why don’t we do that later.” I saw Brian bite his upper lip. “Maybe we could check out the new shower, and I could scrub your back.”

    “You mean check it out as in taking a shower in it, together?” I grinned.

    “Am I being presumptuous?” He raised his eyebrows as he asked. I’m not sure I could deny him anything.

    “Of course not. We’ll get squeaky clean.” I led him upstairs, and he marveled at how bright everything was. When we got to the bathroom, I took out a new toothbrush. “This one is yours. It’s your favorite color.”

    “How did you know?”

    “You wrote it once in a text when I told you I had thought about buying an orange car, but it only had a black interior. You told me orange was your favorite color.”

    “And you remembered?” He began to sob.

    “What is it? What’s the matter, Brian?”

    “My own fucking family can’t remember my birthday, and you remember my favorite color from a couple of words I wrote in a text.”

    I ran my fingers through his hair. “I can’t help it. I memorize everything about you. In a few minutes, I’ll be memorizing more facts about you.”

    He looked up at me.

    “You know. What your pecs look like, how perky your nipples are, how hair your chest and legs are.” Then I whispered, “The size and shape of your dick.”

    He smiled.

    “Here, I have some multicolored toothpaste for you.” I put Aquafresh(R) Extreme Cleaning on his brush and handed it to him. I put some on mine as well. I set the kitchen timer for two minutes. I could sense the look he was giving me. “It’s one of my quirks.” I started the shower as I continued to brush my teeth. I rinsed out my mouth, rinsed off my toothbrush, and started tugging at Brian’s shirt.

    He started to tug at mine. “I was first,” I complained. “Mine won’t come off with my arms like this.”

    “Then you should have unbuttoned mine before trying to pull it over my head.”

    I let go, and my shirt came off. I walked up to him, kissed him, and began to unbutton his shirt.

    “You’re too slow,” he complained.

    “You won’t be saying that in a little while.” I wrapped my lips on his ear lobe, then I removed his shirt. His chest was so sexy. His pecs were hairy, but his abdomen only had a small trail that disappeared in his pants. His hair was straight, too. I love straight chest hair. I wanted to grab a brush and play with it, but Brian unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. I looked down at his Captain America underwear and was completely distracted.

    “What happens when I rub Captain America’s shield?”

    “His powers grow.” Brian tried to form an evil grin, but he only managed a smirk.

    I pulled my pants and underwear off together, and my erection was a full salute. Brian pulled off his underwear. I could tell his dick was swelling to meet its potential. Uncut and growing to a little over six inches, his cock was a temptation. I grabbed it for the first time and pulled him into the shower with me. I had imagined a quiet romantic shower with a gentle lathering of our skin. Instead, we were laughing, grabbing each other’s dicks, trying to shove the other to his knees.

    We were serious again when we stepped out of the shower into the cold room. Brian tried to fake a British accent (or maybe it was Scottish, Irish, or Welch–it was awful nonetheless). “It’s fucking cold, mate.” (The last part was Australian–I don’t know what the hell he was trying to do, but it made me laugh.)

    I was the first to slip between the covers. He stood next to the bed. I could see goose pimples on his skin. I reached up and took his hand. He bent forward to kiss me, and I pulled him under the sheets with me. He moved his lips to my ear, kissed it, and said, “Let’s make love.”

    I was his; he was mine.

    He reached his arms around me and pulled me tightly to him. My legs move up and encircled his waist. The covers slid down to the foot of the bed, leaving us exposed to the air, but neither of us cared. As his chest moved against mine, my desire for him increased. I released the grip on his waist, flipped him onto his back and slid down to his crotch. I ran my lips across his flaccid cock, and it sprang to life. His dick twitched as I ran my tongue across its head, and moans of pleasure came from my partner.

    I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it into my mouth. The head banged against my throat before I reached the base, but I pushed my head down onto it as I dropped my jaw. The last inch slid in. I couldn’t breathe. I swallowed, and Brian moaned.

    I knew that he liked what I was doing. I tightened my lips to maintain suction and began to move up and down his shaft. His guttural moans made my cock even harder. I reached my hand up to his pecs. He covered one of my hands with one of his and used the other to run his fingers through the hair on the back of my head.

    “Daniel, slow down. You’re making me get close. I don’t want to cum. Not yet.”

    I slowly released him from the grip of my mouth. He pulled me up until our lips met. He spread his legs slightly so that I lay between them. Our bodies were aligned. Our cocks touched; our chests met, and our tongues danced together.

    He rolled us over and moved down between my legs. He ran his tongue down the shaft of my penis and then began to kiss and lick my balls. He sucked on of them into his mouth. The pressure of it was slightly uncomfortable at first and then felt incredibly great. He ran his finger over my slit. He released my testicle and touched the precum on his finger with the tip of his tongue. “Salty and sweet,” he whispered.

    I felt Brian’s finger run across my ass. My sphincter tightened in response. He massaged it slightly, and I felt dizzy in response. Then he rubbed the surface of his tongue across my pucker. I felt myself floating. I moaned his name, and he continued, giving me the most intense pleasure.

    He wrapped his fingers around my dick as his mouth moved up my abs to my nipples. He continued upward and ran his tongue on my jawline and then to my lips.

    We began to kiss again when his finger circled my asshole and slipped into me. I gasped; I was being taken to new heights of pleasure. I began to breathe more heavily. Brian moved his finger in and out more rapidly. I pulled his head against mine with more pressure. He began to finger me with two fingers. I wanted to feel him in me, and I was confused by the concurrent desire to stick my dick in him. The friction against my prostate caused me to fling both arms out against the mattress and to grasp the sheets in my tightly fisted hands.

    Brian moved his body more completely between my legs, and his muscular arm pulled my knees farther apart. I grabbed my legs and pulled my knees so they were just lateral to my chest. He looked into my eyes, and I saw this incredible desire in them. I felt the head of his cock pushing against my ass. I wanted it in me, and he wanted it, too.

    “I need you,” I told him.

    His hand moved down to hold his cock in place as he pushed himself into me. I loved the pressure against my sphincter. Then suddenly there was discomfort as I was pushed open. In the next instant, it was as if a door suddenly blew open and a gust of wind followed. His cock forced its way in. My nerve endings screamed at the intensity of it, and everything was silent.

    His dick felt huge inside me; we were connected; we were one. I gazed into the face of a man I had loved forever, and I smiled. He smiled back. I saw love and caring in his face and his actions. He began to move gently.

    “Are you OK, baby?”

    “Yeah,” I muttered. My eyes continued closing involuntarily; I think my eyes might have rolled back into my head a few times as well. I had no idea this could feel this good. I tilted my hips just slightly, and the pleasure increased.

    Brian breathed out with little pleasure-filled moans and began to slide in and out a little faster. Others may disagree, but I was glad that I had waited and this time with Brian was my first time.

    The motion picked up speed; I felt my cock throb more intensely with each of his thrusts. We were moving in synch when suddenly, every muscle in my body tightened, and a stream of ejaculate was forced from within me as never before. I gripped down on Brian’s dick with more force, and his thrusts became more forceful until I felt him fill me with his cum.

    He relaxed, and the full weight of his body rested on me. His mouth touched my cheek. I wrapped my arms around him, and as our breathing slowed, so did our heartbeats. I felt him slip out of me. I rolled onto my side. The dim light from the hall fell on half his face. I could see his eyes fill with tears. “That’s the first time I’ve ever done that. I’m so glad it was with you.”

    I kissed him. I was overcome by a feeling of happiness and contentment. The house shuddered again in the wind, and I ran my hand over his shoulder. “I want to lie here with you for a little while. Then I think we should have a shower and make some dinner. Afterward, would you want to snuggle by the fire?”

    “I’d love that.” Brian kissed me. “And would you be willing to fulfill one of my fantasies?”

    “I’d do anything for you.” I cupped his ass cheek in my hand and squeezed.

    “Would you fuck me in front of the fire?”

    “Of course I will,” I told him.  And I did.


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  • 18-Year-Old high School Tennis Players’ First Time for Man Sex

    Boris, an exchange student from Denmark, spends his senior year in high school in the United States where he excels academically and joins the men’s high school tennis team. Boris, a very shy young man, is a real sexy 18-year-old with curly blond shoulder length hair, light blue eyes, stands 6-feet and 2-inches, has an athletic  trim body at 170-pounds , smooth light Scandinavian body, an awesome 9-inch uncut cock wiht big balls and a big round hairless pink ass. In his junior year in school in Denmark, he was the district’s top singles champion.

    Billy was the state tennis singles champion as a  junior. He is an “A” student and very shy. He is a cute and popular student with his peers. He is of Spanish ancestry with black hair, dark brown eyes, stands 5-feet and 6-inches, weighs a trim 145 pounds, smooth almost hairless body with a nice olive skin, small tight balls and a nice 6-inch cock.

    Billy’ family becomes the host family for Boris senior year in the United States. He and Billy share the same bedroom with twin beds and they become very good friends. Boris wins the first singles position with Billy at second singles. They also are the first doubles team.

    BILLY SHARES THE STORY OF HOW HE AND BORIS EXPERIENCE GAY SEX FOR THE FIRST TIME

    As an only child, I became very excited when my parents told me that Boris from Denmark would be an exchange student living with us for the next year, 2019-2020. I became even more excited when I learned he would join our high school tennis team. I began to count the days for his arrival for the summer of 2019. He did arrive on August 1. During the month of August we played tennis ever day, worked out at the local gym and took tennis lessons from the local pro five days a week. 

    The fact we were both so shy it seemed to draw us close and we shared information we had not shared with others and soon we became best friends.

    At the end of the third week of school in September on Friday night we went with my parents to dinner and they gave us money to see a movie. When we got home at 11 PM my parents were already in bed so Boris and I went to our room. We decided to get down to our briefs, take out a video of us playing tennis that had been made by our coach, sat down close to one another at the monitor and began to watch the film. Although Boris and I had discussed some facts about sex, I had never told him my secret that I was gay as I had told no one. I did not know if he was gay, straight or some combination.

    As we began to watch the film, I became rock hard seated so close to Boris with only our briefs on. I used a small towel to hide my erection. But I was full of lust for him. He smelt so good that I would get a quick peak from time to time of his amazing body as we watched the screen. I’d never been hornier as my cock throbbed in my briefs. Oh how I wanted him.

    Finally, I realized my lust was too much and I waited for my moment to make a move. Then this play came on where Boris had made a fantastic winning shot. I looked at him and said: “Hey Boris, that was a pro shot by you,” as I automatically reached over with my hand and placed it on his inner warm thigh close to his cock. Then I held my breath, had I gone too far? Would our friendship end?

    Oh MY GOD, Boris reacted by pushing his naked leg hard into my naked leg and he smiled. I saw a bulge growing in his briefs. That was the sign we both needed.

    “WOW BILLY, that feels so good us touching, are you as horny as me and are you coming on to me? Do you want to feel my cock? Go ahead and put your hand inside my briefs, locate my big cock and play with it. I want you to feel that leaking precum on your hand, go ahead, don’t be afraid. Do you want to suck my BIG COCK? I’ve wanted you from he first day I got here. I’m a virgin but I want you now. Have you ever had sex with anyone and are you gay?”

    “WOW BORIS, hell yea I’m totally gay but you are the first to know that and I too have wanted you ever since you got here. Man I’m so horny right now.”

    As I shook like a wet dog, I put my hand inside those briefs and took hold of that amazing hard cock and began to play with it as his spewing precum covered my fingers. He moaned and thrust his crotch up to meet my hand. Soon I wanted to taste his precum so I licked one of my cum fingers and then took two of my cum fingers and let him suck his precum off them. Our hormones were on fire by then.

    With both of us ready for some serious sex, Boris said: “Buddy take off my briefs, spread my legs and get down on your fucking knees and suck my cock. I want you to be the first dude to suck my cock and let me come.”

    Within seconds I had his briefs off of him then butt naked, I got down and with one big swallow I had that donkey of a cock deep in my throat tasting his spewing precum. Boris took hold of the back of my head and pushed my mouth deep on his cock. I began to go all the way down and all the way off of that massive tool as I bobbed my head up and down.

    “OH DAMN YES BILLY, suck me, suck my cock, that is it, oh that feels so good. Man you know how to give a guy one hell of a blow job. Are you sure you have not sucked cock before?”

    After some ten minutes of sucking my first cock, Boris yelled stop and he took his cock out of my mouth and said: 

    “Buddy, I was about to come and I want to suck your cock now.”

    I took off my briefs and joined Boris butt naked. I got up on my bed on my back with my legs off the edge and spread my legs wide. Boris got down on his knees and thrust his mouth and tongue into my crotch and with in  seconds he had grabbed the base of my aching cock and swallowed my entire dick. He went wild going deep in and off my cock as he savored my leaking precum. He also put a finger up my pussy and finger fucked me while he gave am a great blowjob until I told him to stop before I was about to come.

    Then we both got upon the bed in a 69 position, took each other’s throbbing rock hard cock  in our mouths and went wild sucking on those hard tools while we began to finger fuck each other’s pussy.

    The feel, smell and taste of each other’s cock and those big fingers playing with our wet pussies was soon too much. I felt my cum gather in my balls and his cock in my mouth began to swell and I knew that was it. I felt a rush of his mighty blasts of cum fill my mouth and at the same time I felt my orgasm blast in his mouth. When spent, we moved up to each other’s mouth and went wild kissing and sharing all that semen. Then we laid down in each other’s arms and were so hot as our warm sweaty bodies melted together. We agreed that we would become fuck buddies and the next time fuck pussy.

    TO BE CONTINUED WHEN THEY  HAVE THEIR FIRST COCK UP THOSE PUSSIES

  • Earning My Extra Credit

    It was a boring Monday night. I was on my way to meet Professor Richards at his apartment a few blocks down from my dorm. I’d been failing his class, and since it was nearly the end of the semester I’d been sending him email after email begging for some kind of extra credit. Monday night at 10pm was the only time he was available, and at first I thought it a little strange that he’d want me to meet him at his apartment that late at night, but then I thought professors are very busy and sometimes have complicated schedules. And I wasn’t about to pass up a chance at extra credit anyway.

    It had been a stressful weekend full of studying and drinking and I hadn’t done any laundry. The only clean clothes I had were a tiny pair of thin running shorts from my time on my high school track team, and an old t-shirt that was far too small. I’m about 5’7 and pretty athletic, but I have a baby face. People always think I’m 14, which sucks when my friends and I are trying to get into bars.

    The rain was coming down hard as I walked to Professor Richards’ place. I’d forgotten to bring an umbrella or a jacket, and I was soaked from head to toe. I hadn’t worn any underwear and something about the back of my wet shorts rubbing against my hole made me feel weird. I knocked on Professor Richards’ door. When he opened it, he seemed a little surprised at what I was wearing. “You’re all wet,” he laughed. Eventually, he invited me in and brought me a little towel to dry myself.

    “Thanks for seeing me, Professor Richards.”

    “No problem.” We walked into the living room and sat on his couch. He held a notebook filled with scratchy writing. “Now let’s talk about your grade. We’ve had eight tests this term, and you’ve failed…” he looked through his little book, “seven of them.” He looked at me. Now Professor Richards was a big guy. He stood 6’5 and you could tell he hit the gym a lot. I often found myself feeling jealous of him during class. He had those big arms and legs, and I looked like a little boy. Sitting down on Professor Richards’ couch was making the fabric of my little shorts rub against my hole, and before I knew it I was hard. 

    “Sorry about that, Professor, I’ve had a hard semester. Family stuff.” Sitting down on Professor Richards’ couch was making the fabric of my little shorts rub against my hole, and before I knew it, there was a big bulge in my shorts. I tried to hide it with my hands, but Professor Richards definitely noticed.

    “You know, I’ve had a lot of students. And I’ve come to the conclusion that some can do the work, and some just don’t have that same level of intelligence. Students like you, David, you’re just better at other things.” I thought about what he said, but I wasn’t really sure what he meant.

    “Good at other things? I’m not sure I have any talents, Professor.” He looked at me for a long time. We were sitting pretty close, our knees almost touching. I felt a little self conscious that so much of my thighs were exposed.

    “You might be dumb, but I’m sure you’re good at something.” I was a little taken aback by his comment. But then I thought maybe he’s right. I’ve always been a little dumb. Professor Richards rested his hand on my thigh. “Did you wear that little outfit for me?” He had this weird smile on his face.

    “Oh no,” I laughed, “I just don’t have any more clean clothes.” My little hole kept twitching, I don’t know why. Something about his voice.

    “Really?” He stroked my thigh. “Usually when little boys wear stuff like that, they’re really asking for someone to put them in their place.” He looked me dead in the eyes. I was so confused.

    “Professor, I -”

    “You know,” he interrupted, “in those emails it was almost like you were begging me for something other than extra credit.” My dick poked out of the leg of my shorts, leaking pre-cum. “Do you like being talked to like this?” When I didn’t answer, Professor Richardds quickly got up and stood in front of me. He took his tie off, then started unbuttoning his shirt. He was such a big man, broad shouldered and everything. I wasn’t expecting him to be so hairy, but of course he was. Professor Richards was a real man. “I know you’re a little slow, but when daddy asks you a question, you fucking answer.” He emphasized his statement with a slap to my cheek. I let out a gasp and a tear escaped my eye. Professor Richards undid his belt, then pulled his pants and underwear all the way down. My mouth hung open. His cock was at least nine inches and thick. His thighs were twice the size of my head, and he was covered in hair from his belly button on down. He smelled like a man, too. Musky and sweaty like he’d been at the gym. He slapped me again, harder this time. My face turned a deep red. Daddy grabbed my head and pulled it toward his cock, but I resisted. “You email me for weeks, begging for this like some faggot, and then you finally show up here practically naked, and now you wanna act like you don’t want it?”

    “Want what, Professor?” My voice was so soft and quiet compared to his.

    “You know what. Your daddy’s cock down your throat.” I stared at his cock. I wasn’t even sure it would fit in my mouth.

    “I’ve never done anything like this before.” That really set daddy off. He slapped me again and I let out a scream. My face was red, my lips all puffy.

    “Don’t lie, David. I know what you are.”

    “Professor -” The minute I opened my mouth, Professor Richards grabbed my nose and shoved his fat cock as deep in there as he could. I couldn’t breathe, but he kept thrusting until his balls rested on my chin and I was shoved into his pubes. 

    “Maybe if you don’t choke I’ll think about giving you some of that extra credit,” he laughed. He took his cock out, letting me breathe for a minute, then shoved right back in. “Turns out you do have a talent.” I was crying by this point, but daddy didn’t care. I knew he was close to cumming because he kept calling me bitch and slapping my face. When he pulled out, his dick was dripping with saliva and pre-cum. Some of it got on my face. “You look good like that.” Professor spread it all over my face with his fat cock. Then he made me get on all fours. I stopped trying to resist him. He pulled my shirt off, and then tugged my shorts down. “No underwear?”

    “I’m sorry, I -” Daddy slapped my ass hard. Then did it again. And again. “Daddy!”

    “You’re more of a slut than I thought. Bet you don’t wear underwear to my lectures, either.” He pushed my chest down on the couch. “Ass up!” 

    “Please Professor, I’m a virgin. I don’t know if I can do this.” Professor Richards didn’t say anything. He got behind me on the couch and stuck one of his fat fingers in my hole. I groaned.

    “Maybe you are telling the truth. Looking at you I just assumed other grown men had cum in your pussy.” He lined his cock up against my little hole, then spit on it. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna go nice and slow, okay?” Professor Richards even leaned over me to kiss my neck. It felt amazing. “I want you to enjoy it, too.” I decided I trusted him. He was my professor after all. 

    “Fuck me, daddy” I said quietly.

    “What?”

    “Fuck me, daddy” I said it louder. Professor Richards slapped my ass, then with one hard thrust buried his cock to the hilt in my virgin pussy. I screamed. “Wait! Wait!”

    “Wait for what, baby?” He didn’t slow down. He’d take his cock out just to shove it back in again. He fucked my ass into the couch, and eventually he was right on top of me and my dick was rubbing against the couch. He was so deep. I was moaning like a bitch.

    “This isn’t slow.”

    “Shut up, bitch.” He pushed my head into the couch, then slammed into me harder. “This is how bitches take dick. Walking around with your fat ass and no underwear, someone was bound to teach you some time.”

    “Daddy! Daddy!” My words were muffled.

    “That’s right. I’m your daddy.”

    “Don’t cum inside of me!”

    “What? I can’t hear you.” Professor Richards was pounding me like crazy now, stretching out my virgin hole with his mean cock. The sounds of his balls and hips slapping against me was louder than ever. I could barely take it. “Dumb cunt. Thought you could come over here dressed like that and not get taught a lesson.” I reached my arms back, trying to grab daddy’s hips and maybe slow him down. He just slapped my hands away. “You’re the dumbest student I’ve ever had.” Daddy put his hands on my hips, then hammered away. “Fucking worthless!” He shouted, shooting his seed up into my cunt. He got off me. When I turned around to look at him, Professor Richards spit in my face. “You should leave now. Wife’s gonna be home soon.”

    “What about the extra credit?”

    “Oh yeah. I don’t really give out extra credit, it’s a policy of mine.”

    “But -” Professor Richards slapped my ass.

    “You can let yourself out.” Then he left the room. I laid on his couch, cum leaking from my sore, stretched-out fuck hole and spit dripping from my face.


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  • Starbucks

    Garth pulled out of Arnie and said, and not for the first time since his unexpected arrival, and with a grin, “Just like old times.

    “Now go get me a towel, bitch, and wipe my dick clean.”

    Arnie’s panties and pantyhose were down around his knees, a double figure-8 stretched wide. It was awkward. He had to grasp his fem underwear with a fist and waddle from bed to bathroom where, after wiping his crack clean, he was able to restore them to their normal waist-high height. His red lipstick was smeared, from sucking Garth’s cock, but that would have to wait. At least his brunette wig was still on straight, more or less.

    “I changed my mind,” Garth declared, as Arnie returned with the damp towel. He was standing now, shoulders back, lower lip thrust out. “Ever since I got out of the joint I’ve been wanting to take hot showers. Take three or four of ‘em in a day in the motel. Sometimes I’ll just stand under the faucet,” meaning, presumably, the shower head, “till the hot water runs out.”

    “You can…take a shower here if you want,” Arnie said tentatively, warily. “I’ll get you a towel.”

    “You do that, kemosabe. Pronto.”

    Arnie, bath towel in hand, stood just inside the master bath watching Garth’s naked, muscular, overly tattooed body turn in the shower, through the frosted glass. Now that Garth’s big cock was out of him Arnie, despite himself, was getting a hard on. He didn’t want Garth to see it, though, beneath the thin sandwiched layers of sheer nylon and microfiber. Arnie didn’t want to encourage him. Out of the blue and over the sound of water’s stream Garth said:

    “I’m still healthy as ever, by the way.”

    Arnie rolled his eyes. Now you tell me, he thought, Garth’s load of semen buried deep inside him. The question of condoms had not come up. It had all happened rather fast.

    Arnie headed to the mirror to refresh his lipstick. Maybe that would take his mind off Garth’s body, and his cock, and his undeniable, ineluctable desire to be fucked again. Garth hadn’t been lying. He ran the shower until the water turned cold, and the wide mirrors were all fogged up. Arnie had to smear a space with his hand.

    Garth handed the damp towel back. “Dry my back off for me,” and Arnie did, blotting his inked muscles with the wadded, grey towel. Arnie detested tattoos.

    Garth dressed.

    “Anymore of that Starbucks shit? Coffee?

    “Sure.”

    “That’s another thing. Ever since I got out I’ve had this craving for good coffee. Remember that shit they used to serve us in the joint?”

    “I do,” Arnie said, tossing the used towel on the tile floor. He would pick it up later. “I’ll make another pot.”

    “Do that,” Garth said, with another misshapen grin. “Like a good wifey…”

    As the two sipped fresh coffee in the kitchen, Arnie standing in his stocking feet, Garth seated, the latter speculated, “Bet it’d be easy to knock one of them places off.”

    Arnie’s slender body tensed. “What places?”

    “A Starbucks. All those do-nothing, pussy-assed millennials hangin’ around?”

    “I don’t think that’d be a good idea,” Arnie replied, thinking all the while: That’s the understatement of the fucking year!

    “Why not?”

    “Cause you’d end up back in prison for one thing.”

    “Not if we did it right.”

    “We?”

    “OK, me.”

    “For another thing,” Arnie went on, amazing himself that he was even discussing this, “you know how crowded those places are, day and night?”

    “So? Banks are crowded.”

    “Not like this.”

    Garth blew dismissive air. “Think about all the money they take in. You wait till after dark…”

    “But it’s not real money,” Arnie explained. “Everybody at Starbucks pays with a credit card. Or with their phones.”

    Garth looked up. “Whatayou mean their phones?”

    “Their smart phones. It’s an app. You just wave it across the credit card machine, or whatever.”

    Garth sipped his coffee. “Fucking blowhards…”

    Arnie stood there, ankles crossed, dressed fem, in women’s underwear anyway, trying to recollect just how long Garth had been in the joint. Pre-cell phones? Before they got really “smart” at any rate? “Why are you even talking about such a thing, Garth?”

    “What?”

    “Robbing a store?”

    “Quick cash.” Garth flashed another crooked grin: “Start-up money. Idn’t that what you entrepreneur types do? Raise start-up cash?”

    “Not like that,” Arnie said dismissively.

    “Yeah, right. Everything’s done nice and legal in your world. That’s why you did twentyeight months.”

    “Twentysix.”

    Garth shrugged. “Whatever. Robbing old ladies of their pensions…”

    “I never stole any old lady’s pension, Garth.”

     “Well, whatever you did. It got you three years.”

    A little over two, Arnie stood there thinking. Reduced by six months for good behavior. Though he decided not to correct the muscular 35-year-old sitting at his kitchen table. Let him think what he wants…

    “You have to admit,” Garth said, holding out his coffee mug for a refill.

    “What?”

    “We had some good times.”

    “In prison? I don’t remember them,” Arnie said, a bad taste in his mouth.

    “Not even when you were getting laid? What a little slut you were.”

    “Maybe by you,” Arnie conceded.

    Garth set his mug down. He took his coffee black. He would’ve lit a cigarette up but decided that would be in bad taste. In a big, clean house like this? That was another fucking thing—you couldn’t smoke anywhere these days! Garth said, rather soberly:

    “I had to loan you out to keep you safe, you know.”

    “Me?”

    Garth nodded. “There was only one of me and lots of them. I was only one person. Know what they do to guys like you in the joint?”

    “Fuck ‘em?”

    Garth laughed. “No, that’s best case. Coulda been a lot worse. A lot. As for the guard…,” Garth went on, looking Arnie’s long body up and down. He smiled. “How else was I gonna keep you in stockings and shit? And who else got private time in the showers so he—she—could shave her body? Razors? Are you shitting me? I had to keep him happy, you looking fem and all…so he’d smuggle in all the crap you needed to dress like a girl. It was…,” Garth struggled to think, while sipping more coffee, “…whata they call it? A vicious fucking circle.”

    “Certainly not a virtuous one,” said Arnie.

    “Huh?”

    “Nothing.”

    “Hey. How many times did you get fucked while in the joint? Ever add ‘em up?”

    “By you?”

    “By everybody.”

    “I lost track,” Arnie said, that acrid taste returning to his mouth. And it wasn’t just the Starbucks coffee.

    “Hundreds, I bet,” Garth estimated, with a surprising light in his eyes.

    “Probably.”

    “And over a dozen guys, if you include the guard.”

    Arnie didn’t reply.

    “Hell, I used to fuck your sissy ass just about every night…”

    “Pretty often,” Arnie agreed.

    “When you weren’t loaned out, I mean.”

    “I preferred it with you.”

    Garth’s dark eyes widened as he looked at Arnie. It was a voracious look. “I liked you too, you little slut,” he said. “Why do you think I looked you up?”

    Arnie shuddered, inwardly. He thought he was done with prison. Done once and for all. Done with his cellmate Garth. Done with all the others. Done with everything except for the fem feelings revived in him the first time a man’s cock—Garth’s, in fact—penetrated him deeply, all the way in, and he, quite literally, saw stars. Stars, an infinite number of them, in the infinite darkness of space. Oh!

    “I see you haven’t changed,” Garth said, with a seeming sneer.

    “What do you mean?”

    Garth gave Arnie the once over again. “I show up out of the blue. Ask you if you’re still dressing. You say yeah. I ask you t’dress for me. You come downstairs ten minutes later dressed like…this. A slut.

    “Even your body’s shaved.”

    Arnie forced a smile. “Some things never change…”

    “Obviously. Mind if I smoke?”

    “In the house?”

    “No, out in the prison yard, asshole.”

    “Oh. Well…”

    It was a moot point. Muscle man had just lit up an unfiltered Camel. Old school. At least the burning tobacco smelled good—like a real cigarette.

    “Or,” Garth said, the other shoe dropping, “instead of knocking a Starbucks or whatever off, you advance me a little loan. I’ll pay you back, don’t worry.”

    Arnie’s arms had crossed beneath his empty bra cups. His bowed head was shaking. “Garth, I don’t think that’s such a good idea…”

    “Why not?”

    “Maybe a few bucks…”

    “I was thinking more like a couple thousand.”

    Arnie looked up, mouth open. “What?”

    Garth refreshed his yellowed grin. “Payback for the protection. And for all the fucks. I’m letting you off easy. Ten bucks a fuck? What a deal…”

    “Garth…That’s a lot of money…”

    “Not for you. You’re rich.”

    “I’m not rich. I just spent two years in prison. I’m catching up.”

    “I just spent twelve, asshole. All I’m asking for is a couple thousand. Three, say. Or…I could go out and knock over a 7-11. They still have 7-11’s? Think of it this way, Sissy. You’d be rehabilitating me. Ain’t that what it’s all supposed to be about?”

    Sissy.

    Sissy, not Arnie, had been the name they all called him in prison. “Hey Sissy!” It had been humiliating—at first. But then, like all things, Arnie in his smuggled wig and makeup and women’s underwear…got used to it. Practically welcomed it. Especially as some guy’s flat abdomen and pubic hair rammed against his crack, yet another hard cock sliding deep in his well-used hole.

    Arnie had gone for a physical after he got out of prison and when it came time for the prostate exam the doctor’s gloved middle finger had gone in him so easily, so readily, so roomily, it was like…nothing at all. Arnie had been going to this physician for years and now he wondered what the doctor must think of him. He was thinking, the doc…Arnold must’ve had a lot of anal sex during his prison stay. Or something. He even said to him, afterwards, the glove discarded:

    “Do you practice safe sex?”

    “Oh, yeah,” Arnie assured him.

    “Well, your bloodwork came back fine. Cholesterol’s a little high, but…”

    A relieved Arnie grinned. “Prison food…”

    Now Arnie was no longer grinning, as unwanted grey cigarette smoke curled in the air. “Garth,” he started to repeat, “I don’t think—”

    “And maybe you could put me up for a few weeks. A month. Two, tops. While I get back on my feet. Not like,” Garth said, glancing around the high-ceilinged first floor of Arnie’s house, “you ain’t got the room.”

    Arnie frowned. Winced. It was a prolonged wince. “Garth…I don’t know. We’re not even supposed to be…”

    “What?”

    “Speaking to each other. Together. The requirements of my probation clearly state…No association with known criminals…”

    Another grin. “Zat what I am to you? Nothing but a known criminal? After all the sex we had?”

    “Well, you—”

    “And who’s to know, slut? Your probation officer asks you…Where you living? You say…In my mansion.”

    “It’s not a mansion.”

    “My guy asks me. I tell him…In a halfway house. A fucking hostel. Who the fuck cares! They won’t know.”

    “What if he pays me a visit?”

    “And?”

    “And you’re sitting in my kitchen having a smoke. I go back to prison.”

    “You don’t go back to prison. I tell him…I stopped by. Old times’ sake. You let me in for a cup of coffee, that’s it. Felt sorry for me. Gave me a few bucks. I go on my way. A warning, that’s all.”

    “They’ll trace the money.”

    “It’s cash. You worry too much, Sissy. No law against withdrawing four thousand bucks, is there?”

    “Now it’s four thousand?” Arnie was starting to sweat. It was running down from his shaved armpits to the chest straps of his bra.

    A shrug. “Four would be nice. I passed a Starbucks on the way here. In this Uber crap? Playing Christian music on the radio. I didn’t even tip the motherfucker. Anyway, there’s a Starbucks out front. Big grocery store at the back. Lots of parking. You park at the grocery store. I go in, come out. We drive off. Here’s the killer,” Garth smiled. As if he’d just discovered how to turn lead into gold. “Big department store in the lot next door. Target or some shit? So here’s what we do. There’s an alley running behind the whole thing. You drive down the alley, back way, exit onto the highway. Interstate? We’re gone before they even know what hit ‘em.”

    Sissy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Shook her wigged head. “Garth…if I loan you all this money…”

    “And it would be a loan.”

    “Why would you need to rob a Starbucks?”

    “Goddamn you’re stupid, Sissy. For a high-finance guy? So I could pay you back, asshole! Why do you think?”

    “Garth…”

    It was hopeless. The guy was either delusional or demented, one. Is that why they called them career criminals. Was it a sickness? An obsession? Like kinky sex? Arnie had to laugh. Like he would ever participate in a robbery. A getaway driver. An Accomplice. Get real, dude!

    “What if…I gave you the money?” Arnie said.

    “Gave?”

    Arnie nodded.

    “I wouldn’t have to pay you back?”

    “I don’t want you robbing anybody.”

    “It’d be fun!”

    “We’d both end up back in prison.”

    “What about staying here? Two months? Three, tops?” Grin. “How else are you gonna get laid all the time? Huh? You have a boyfriend?”

    “No.”

    “See?”

    Arnie was out of arguments. Out of ammunition. Hadn’t Garth, the prick, just implicated him in a crime? What’d they call it? Accessory before the fact? Fuck. He was fucked…

    “A couple of months,” Arnie agreed, with a muted sigh. “That’s all.”

    Arnie’s teeth might be crooked, and yellowed, but at least he had a full mouth of them. Like a horse. And when you were down on your elbows and knees, ass in the air, it didn’t matter how he looked, facially. It was all about his body. It was all about his big balls and cock and his load. Oh!

    “Gets you hard you little slut,” Garth observed, through nylon and microfiber.

    “What?” Arnie asked. As if he didn’t know, looking down at himself. He felt, well, lost.

    “Robbing that Starbucks.”

    “Garth, that’s the worst idea in the world.”

    “Turns you on, though.”

    “No it doesn’t. It’s just that…”

    “Come here, slut,” beckoning Arnie forward with a curling hand. “Know what I’ve never done?”

    “No,” Arnie replied nervously, as he advanced.

    “Sucked your little cock.”

    “It’s not so…little,” Arnie said somewhat vainly.

    “It’s long, I’ll give you that. Bring it here, slut. Bitch.”

    And Arnie, breathing through his mouth, eyes elevated toward the kitchen ceiling, stood there as his former cellmate, and now roommate it seemed, and co-conspirator, yanked down his pantyhose and panties as one, and took his erection in his mouth.

    To be truthful about it, Arnie—Sissy—didn’t like being sucked. After all, it wasn’t very fem was it? Plus, shooting his load turned Arnie into a typical male: he immediately lost interest afterwards. And Arnie—Sissy—in all her fem finery, liked to remain on edge. Horny in a girly, sissy, slutty kind of way. Wanting it. Wanting it up her ass again and again. Just like in prison.

    Garth pulled back, Arnie’s penis falling out, and down, still swollen but going limp. His little balls abruptly emptied. She feeling quite like a he at this seminal, depleted moment.

    Garth smiled—even before he swallowed.

    “Cream with my coffee,” he said afterwards. “Cream with my coffee,” he repeated. “You’re a quick cummer.”

    A breathless, very much confused Arnie, panties back up, emptied the pot in his former cellmate’s mug. As Garth said:

    “So let’s drive to the bank here in a little bit. Get my cash. The Starbucks is on the way. We can check it out…”


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  • Spark & Stone

    The Mother Of All Misunderstandings

    Aidan was on cloud number nine. It wasn’t only because Heath had been adamant about keeping him awake half the night – actually, that made him feel a bit wasted – and not even because of the shared love confession from the day before.

    It was because, simply put, everything in his life was falling into place for a change. He had been a bit desperate lately about finding a good job, a good boyfriend, and finally living the life like everyone on social media. Only that, in his case, he didn’t feel any need to tout his happy life all over the place and wanted to keep it to himself.

    Aidan knew he would have to call his parents and give them all the good news, though. They would undoubtedly be happy for him, both for the job that was getting better now and for the person he had in his life. He wondered briefly when it would be a good time to tell Heathcliff about visiting his parents together. If there were someone busier than the fitness guru, they were probably working for NASA or something. Or at least that was what he felt since Heathcliff was not missing a day, and not even Sundays to stay in touch with his subscriber base. But that made him so famous and likable, and Aidan liked that about him, too.

    First things first, he would start with a call to his parents.

    “Hey, mom,” he said, as soon as his mother answered.

    “Hi, sweetie, how are you?” his mother’s voice came through.

    “I couldn’t be better,” he replied and could feel a grin splitting his face as he said that. “I got promoted at work!”

    “That’s great news!” His mother was excited. “Joe!” She yelled for his father, definitely wanting to break the news to him, too, but did that without putting the phone even a bit away.

    Aidan was the one to take the phone at a small distance from his ear. His mother was a bit of a tyrant, but in a good way, and both he and his father were enduring in silence, most of the time.

    “Your son got promoted!” His mom yelled at the top of her lungs.

    Aidan smiled and listened to the small conversation between his parents that was about him but not including him, as it happened more often than he liked to admit. He had told Heathcliff about the helicopter parenting ever present in his life, and he had told the whole truth.

    Finally, his mother remembered that she was actually on the phone with her son. “That is great, Aidan. You should come to see us soon, or is your job too demanding at this point to take a bit of time off?”

    “I will find the time,” Aidan said solemnly. “Also, there is something else.” He drew one deep breath. “I have a boyfriend.”

    There were two seconds of silence on the other end. “Who is he?”

    Even through the phone, he could see his mother’s eyes thinning with suspicion. She was always so overprotective, and, for the most part, Aidan couldn’t hold it against her. Yet, that became overbearing once in a while.

    He needed to be brave for this. “He is a fitness trainer.”

    “That doesn’t sound like a real job to me,” his mother replied.

    Here we go, Aidan thought. But it had to be done. “He’s actually quite successful.”

    “Oh, does he have his own fitness center?” The next question came right away.

    “No, but he has millions of subscribers,” Aidan said.

    His mother snorted. “Subscribers.”

    “Yes, subscribers,” Aidan insisted, emphasizing the word. “He is endorsing a product my company is selling.”

    “And isn’t there some conflict of interest to be intimate with him?”

    That was his mother’s not so subtle way of asking him if he was sleeping with his boyfriend. He decided to ignore the bait. “No. My company has pretty open views on this.”

    “That’s surprising,” his mother said. “What’s his name?”

    “Heathcliff Stone, he is –”

    “Joe, Google Heathcliff Stone!” his mother yelled again.

    That was so typical of her.

    “Mom, seriously. Anything you want to know about him, you can ask me. I’m right here. I’ll tell you more than anything Google could tell you,” Aidan said.

    His mother seemed to have, all of a sudden, a case of selective hearing. She was probably waiting for her husband to provide her with information on their son’s boyfriend.

    “Anyways,” he hurried to say, “now I’m heading to work, and I can’t be late.”

    “Yes, yes, go,” his mother said. “Are you eating enough?” she remembered.

    Again, so typical of her. Now she would launch into an entire interview so that she could make entire radiography of what Aidan’s life looked like now.

    “Heath is a great cook, mom,” he said quickly. “I really have to go. Bye! And give dad a hug from me!”

    He cut the conversation quickly. If he let her have her way, he would have to talk to her all the way to work.

    In a way, it hadn’t been that bad. He had managed to transmit all the information regarding the good news. Now, of course, there was the issue of what his parents would find out about Heathcliff from the World Wide Web. Obviously, it would be a twisted image, and he would have to work hard to change their minds, and present them the truth, and not how trashy magazines wanted to portray his boyfriend.

    It was true that Heathcliff had been not until long ago the poster boy for the gay bachelor life on steroids, but he wasn’t that anymore. He was settled down, Aidan thought with a smile. Heathcliff Stone was settled down with him, of all people, no matter how much more beautiful or smarter they were. And Aidan could only consider himself lucky for that.

    ***

    The office was unchanged, but Aidan felt like it was suddenly smaller as he walked in. He was so happy that he almost wanted to break into a waltz step and maybe engage one or two of the other people present and take them on a dancing trip by the water cooler, like in some forties movie.

    Almost. He had gotten the promotion he had worked so hard for, but that was only the first step. Next, he needed to prove himself even more if he wanted to make it in the corporate world he was living in.

    He took his seat inside his cubicle. That hadn’t changed, but Aidan couldn’t mind. One of the few hopes he had was that he would have to complete considerably less paperwork and get more involved in the creative process.

    Oh, he could hardly wait for that. Aidan’s head was full of ideas, and all he needed was to channel all that into something productive.

    “You got promoted,” he heard someone talking, perched on the side wall of his cubicle and looking down at him.

    Penguin Pants had come to complain about it, most probably. Aidan schooled his face into a neutral expression. “Yes, I did,” he said shortly and pretended to be absorbed by the loading screen of the operating system on the digital display in front of him.

    “Hmm.”

    Hmm? What was that supposed to mean? He looked up and stared into his co-worker’s washed out eyes. He knew he should just let it slide, but now this new version of him, the happy, confident one wouldn’t let him do that. “Do you have a problem with that?” he asked, keeping his face from frowning with much difficulty.

    Penguin Pants sighed theatrically. “Not everyone has a boyfriend who could blackmail the upper management into getting a promotion for him.”

    Aidan snorted. “Is it really that difficult for you to understand that I got the promotion fair and square?”

    “Is that the name of some sexual position you’re trying with your boyfriend? Fair and square?”

    Aidan almost recoiled from the direct accusation. Penguin Pants had an ugly crooked smile. The guy knew he had gotten to Aidan with that, and he was gloating.

    “Are you jealous or something?” Aidan laid back into his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

    “Jealous?” Penguin Pants’s smile turned into a disgusted grimace. “I’m not gay.”

    Aidan rolled his eyes. “I was talking about the promotion, not whom I’m dating.”

    “Ah.” Penguin Pants seemed to realize his mistake, and his cheeks turned pink. “Let’s face it, Aidan,” he recovered quickly, “without Heathcliff Stone, you wouldn’t have gotten this promotion ever.”

    Aidan could feel a muscle tic starting in his cheek. “Heathcliff Stone is none of your business. He worked hard. I worked hard. End of story. Now, please, if you don’t mind, I have plenty of work to do.”

    Penguin Pants shrugged, opened his mouth to say something else, and then his face lit up with the same smile as before. It was clear his job there was done.

    Aidan opened the folder with the work for the day, but he realized he was reading the same line for the fourth time without understanding a word. Frustrated, he closed the folder and took out his phone.

    It was stupid to get so worked up about something a jealous co-worker was spouting. He would ask Heathcliff about it later, or was it a bad idea? It was like he was accusing his boyfriend of doing something, just based on something a creepy idiot had said.

    Eventually, he took one deep breath and returned to work. Although it was difficult to focus on what he had to do, he insisted until his mind was free of the anxiety triggered by Penguin Pants’s ugly words from earlier.

    ***

    “So?” Michael looked at him through his eyelashes, like he was suspecting Heathcliff of lying through his teeth. “The big L? Are we talking about the big L, Heath?”

    “Yes. That’s exactly what we’re talking about,” Heath confirmed with a nod. “Why are you so surprised? I could swear you have pushed me since forever to take such a big step. And you’re the hopeless romantic, not me. You should be over the moon right now.”

    Michael grinned. “I’m afraid I might wake up every minute now. That’s all.”

    “This is no dream. I confessed; he confessed; you know how these things go.”

    “Who did it first?” Michael asked right away.

    “Does it matter?” Heathcliff sighed and threw his arms to the sides.

    “With you? Yeah, it does.”

    “All right, all right,” Heathcliff replied with a bit of irritation. “He did it,” he added quickly.

    “Ah, so you were a coward, after all.”

    “Shut up,” Heathcliff mumbled and pretended to be absorbed by the menu on the table.

    “I’m just teasing you. I’m glad for you, Heath, I really am. But you really needed to be pushed to have him meet your family, didn’t you?”

    For a moment, Heath made a sour face, but he couldn’t be mad on such a day. He was too damned happy. “Max insisted on meeting Aidan ever since I talked to them about him. Hope, too. So I was planning to introduce him to the family. Seriously, I was. I just wanted to have him to myself for a little while. Now my parents will surely insist like crazy for me to bring him over.”

    “And? Will that take too much from the time you’re spending with him?”

    “You can bet it will,” Heathcliff replied.

    “Damn, man, you really are in love. I still can’t believe it.”

    Michael’s eyes were smiling, too, as he was looking at him. His phone went off, and Michael reached for it. The smile on his face evaporated. He pursed his lips and rejected the call. Heathcliff stared at his best friend. “Who was it?”

    “What would you recommend as a light lunch?” Michael pretended to be the one absorbed with the menu now.

    Heathcliff didn’t want to let it drop, although it was clear that his friend would have preferred it. “Mikey,” he said in a warning tone, “who was it?”

    Michael put down the menu and sighed. “Do you think is it possible to want someone so badly that you also want to strangle him at the same time?”

    Heathcliff could barely keep a grin. Maybe he had gotten all soft over Aidan’s confession, and he was crazy in love, but it looked like Michael was going through some crucial changes in his life, too. “So, Mikey, do you have something to tell me? Was that Jess?”

    “Yes. But I don’t want to talk about him,” Michael begged, his eyes like a puppy’s.

    “No way. I spilled my guts to you; now it’s your turn. What’s the deal with you two?”

    “We fight a lot. We fuck a lot, too. It’s complicated,” Michael said quickly.

    “Is this still about his cage dance routine?”

    “I had him do the wet t-shirt contest, too.”

    “And he did it?” Heathcliff asked.

    “Yes, he did it. The problem is that he eventually does everything I ask him to, only to come back at me with a vengeance.”

    Heathcliff shrugged. “Maybe he considers it foreplay.”

    Michael’s face softened. “He’s not cut for this. Dancing for money, I mean. I have no idea why he’s doing it.”

    “Maybe he needs the money,” Heathcliff expressed his opinion.

    “I wish I knew why,” Michael said. “He doesn’t say. And I would like to help him, but his pride is always in the way. I can’t believe it, but each time I touch the subject of why he’s dancing in a club, instead of doing what he loves most, it’s like I strike a nerve.”

    “So you’re ignoring him? Because of that?”

    “No. It’s something else,” Michael replied.

    “Care to share it with me?” Heathcliff questioned.

    “Well,” Michael exhaled, “he was right, in a way.”

    “Right about what?”

    “He is quite the sensation at the club. He’s an amazing dancer, and yes, that little sophistication he brings to the cage routine,” Michael rolled his eyes at his own words, “is bringing in customers, too.”

    “So he makes you some good money,” Heathcliff concluded.

    “Yes,” Michael said with a sigh.

    “I don’t see a problem. So what is it?”

    Michael cast his eyes down.

    “Don’t tell me you can’t admit that he was right,” Heathcliff said. “You’re always the good guy. You cannot let such a thing bother you.”

    “I’m, um, jealous,” Michael said, his eyes still down.

    “Jealous? Why?” Heathcliff was truly taken aback now. “This isn’t like you. Wait, is he seeing other guys?”

    “We’re not even together. I mean, not officially.” Michael shook his head like he couldn’t believe himself. “But it’s not that. It’s how I can’t stand other people staring at him while he’s almost naked. I know,” he added with a suggestive roll, “it’s crazy. He’s a cage dancer, after all.”

    “It sounds complicated,” Heathcliff agreed.

    “As I told you. But I’ll see what I can do to get out of this mess.”

    “What mess? You know what, Mikey? I think you’re in love, and this time it’s for real.”

    Michael snorted. “Love is not like this. Love is supposed to be a warm fuzzy feeling that makes you have pink dreams and butterfly fly around in your stomach without dissolving in acid.”

    “Sure, sure,” Heathcliff replied. He could tell his friend was joking.

    “Never mind. Let’s just celebrate your falling in love. You used to be the guy who thought would never do that. So, let’s just order lunch.”

    Heathcliff wanted to help Michael, but, right now, he could understand why his friend needed a bit of space. Michael had to figure out things on his own; Heathcliff could attest to the fact that, when it came to the big L, one could not just have others tell him what was really going on.

    ***

    Aidan was done with work for the day and ready to head back home to Heathcliff. Once he had closed his computer, the unpleasant thoughts triggered by his co-worker’s words came unbound. He needed to get this out of his system, somehow.

    He couldn’t ask his boss about it; that was out of the question. No one approached the big kahuna with office gossip like that.

    Which left him with the only other option available: to ask his boyfriend. Maybe Heathcliff would get upset over Aidan suspecting him like that, but he needed to find a way to do it, if only for his peace of mind.

    He took one last look over the rows of cubicles, now almost empty. The first day after getting promoted hadn’t been that big a change after all. To make the transition easier, as the boss’s assistant put it, he had still needed to put a lot of paperwork in order.

    Still, he had Heathcliff to go back home, too, and nothing could go wrong on that front. He would just be honest and tell him about what happened. After all, no one could understand him better than Heathcliff right now.

    Aidan already felt better on the way home, just at the thought of spending a relaxing evening in Heathcliff’s arms. Despite the tiredness accumulated throughout the day, he had a spring in his step as he climbed the stairs to the door.

    Heathcliff had the door in a second. “Hi, honey,” he said and opened his arms.

    Aidan rolled his eyes and laughed. “Honey? I was supposed to say ‘Honey, I’m home!’”

    “Maybe another time,” Heathcliff said and pulled him inside, almost making him crash against a hard chest.

    Aidan was the one to kick the door shut, using one foot, as none of them could be bothered with closing it properly, absorbed by the hot kiss they were sharing.

    “Hmm, that’s like the best welcome ever,” Aidan said and grinned.

    Heathcliff’s hands were traveling down his back, and there was so much love with his blue eyes that Aidan could feel his heart skipping a bit. “I told my parents about us,” he blurted out.

    Heathcliff smiled. “Oh. And what did they say?”

    “Not much,” Aidan said quickly. “I was on my way to work, and I had to cut the conversation short.”

    There was a small frown knitting Heathcliff’s eyebrows together, and Aidan looked away. “Is it something you’re not telling me, Aidan?”

    Aidan drew one long breath. “My parents … they are a bit, I don’t know how to say it. Pretentious? Overprotective? No, not exactly. But I want you to meet them. I mean us. Together.”

    “Ah, don’t tell me that your mom is reading the tabloids and knows everything about my ex life,” Heathcliff joked.

    “Ex life?”

    “Yeah. That’s what I want to call it. You know, the time before meeting you. I’m certain I have a bit of amnesia because I can’t remember what I liked so much about it. Ah, I know. I had no idea you existed.”

    Aidan snickered. “I should record your words and send them to all the tabloids. They would have a blast with your confessions.”

    Heathcliff made a face. “No way.”

    “I wouldn’t do that, don’t worry,” Aidan hurried to say. “This is all mine,” he added, as he embraced Heathcliff tightly.

    “I’m glad you think that. But are you worried that your mom would think bad things about me due to my reputation?”

    “She was starting to Google you as I was still talking to you on the phone. Actually, no. She put my father to do it. Don’t worry, though. I know the real you, and that’s who they’re going to meet.”

    “If you’re this sure, how come your kissable lips are still pouting?”

    “Well, my mom has these old-fashioned ideas. Can you believe that she doesn’t think being a fitness trainer counts as a real job?”

    “It’s not a job; it’s a calling,” Heathcliff said promptly and pinched his cheek. “C’mon, smile. Your mom will love me.”

    “No one can resist you; that’s true.”

    “I’ll change her mind about fitness, you’ll see.”

    “Oh, it’s not that, but for some reason, she wants me to marry someone with a stable financial situation. Oops, sorry,” Aidan said quickly.

    “For what?” Heathcliff asked.

    “For saying the M word. I know it’s not allowed in this house.”

    Heathcliff laughed. “You could tell your mom I have a stable financial situation. I could give you my bank statements so that you could forward them to her.”

    “She’s a little too overprotective, I think. The moment I told her about how famous you are, she asked me if you own a fitness center. So it’s not really fitness she has something against. By the way, have you ever thought about that? Building a business in the real world, not just online?”

    Heathcliff was looking at him, his eyes filled with warmth. “Are you trying to make me financially sound for your mother?”

    “No, no,” Aidan protested right away. “It’s just that I believe you could do it, you know? You could have your own clothing line, and also even make your own recipes for healthy eating and all that. You know, like in a business.”

    “And make your employer go bankrupt?” Heathcliff laughed again.

    “I could come up with anything related to that.” Aidan got caught up in a bit of daydreaming. “I have a thing for stationery templates. I could make them look fabulous.”

    “Wow, wow, slow down, Mr. Copywriter. I’m right where I want to be at the moment. Which is,” Heathcliff added, “about to take you upstairs and make you forget about dinner for like half an hour.”

    “Half an hour?” Aidan asked. “I don’t know. I’m kind of hungry,” he teased.

    “Or we could eat first,” Heathcliff offered courteously.

    “Heath, there’s something I want to tell you,” Aidan remembered the thing that had been on his mind on his way back from work. “It’s a silly thing, really, and I don’t want you to think much of it, but I need to take it off my mind, you know? Promise me you won’t be mad.”

    Heathcliff became serious right away. “What is it, love? You can tell me anything. I promise I won’t get mad.”

    Aidan drew one deep breath. “There’s this idiot at work. I bet he doesn’t like it one bit that I got promoted and not him. And today, he came to me and told me something about you.”

    “What?” Heathcliff frowned.

    Aidan cast his eyes down. He just needed to get it out, and then they would just see about business as usual. “He hinted that you got me the promotion. By blackmailing my boss.”

    He looked up to see the surprise in Heathcliff’s eyes, but there was nothing like that there.

    Heathcliff smiled and winked at him. “Well, I don’t care if they’re gossiping about that. I didn’t exactly want for you to find out about it –”

    Aidan pulled away. “Are you serious?”

    Heathcliff seemed taken aback. “What? Your boss wouldn’t have promoted you if I hadn’t been there to squeeze his shriveled up balls.”

    Aidan could feel tears of anger prickling his eyes. “Really? Don’t you think I’m capable of advancing at work on my own?”

    Heathcliff came closer and tried to hug him. Aidan pulled away more.

    “Don’t tell me you’re upset because I put in a good word,” Heathcliff said.

    “You didn’t put in a good word,” Aidan said through his teeth. “You blackmailed my boss! Damn it, Heath, don’t you see? You make me feel like such a damned loser! How could you do this?”

    Heathcliff was now beyond surprised. It was like he had just been slapped. Aidan couldn’t find it in him to feel any pity for that. “I worked so hard for this,” he said. “And you just went and grabbed the prize from the shelf and gave it to me, like I couldn’t have done it on my own.”

    “You couldn’t have,” Heathcliff replied sternly.

    Aidan turned on his heels and then back again to look at his boyfriend. “Thank you for the vote of confidence.” He poured as much acid as he could over his words.

    “Stop it, Aidan. You’re not listening. You couldn’t have gotten the promotion because of your boss, the company you’re working for, which I think it’s fucking rotten, not because of you or how hard you work.”

    “What do you know about anything? It’s enough for you to smile and people throw money at your feet! I would have gotten there! On my own! It’s like my efforts were all in vain!”

    Heathcliff made a move to touch him again. “Chill a bit. Let’s talk this through.”

    “I don’t think it’s anything left to talk about,” Aidan said icily. “I understand that my parents don’t trust me to do anything unless it’s closely supervised, but I thought you would be different. You’re just some … control freak,” he threw at Heathcliff, although he knew, the moment the words left his mouth, that he was unfair.

    “Welcome to the real world, Aidan. Hard work is not always recognized, or appreciated,” Heathcliff began.

    “You don’t know that.” Aidan shook his head. “Now everyone at work thinks I got promoted because I’m sleeping with the right person.”

    “That’s on your boss or his close acolytes, not on me,” Heathcliff replied, crossing his arms over his chest. “Harry and I both know how sensitive such a thing would be. But I won’t have you standing there, filled with righteous rage when you don’t know one thing about the real world.”

    Aidan felt like he was on the point of suffocating upon hearing those words. “Is that what I am to you? A helpless guy who can’t tell right from wrong? Geez, I wonder how I manage to tie my own shoelaces every day.”

    Heathcliff sighed. “Look, Aidan, I didn’t mean to –”

    “Oh, but I think you meant it,” Aidan cut his words short. “I think you like playing this role, and that’s who you are.”

    “C’mon. I don’t quite see why you’re so upset, but let’s have dinner and calm down,” Heathcliff offered.

    “Go, have your dinner. I lost my appetite,” Aidan said and turned on his heels, leaving a stunned Heathcliff behind.

    His boyfriend didn’t hurry to stop him. Who the hell was he kidding? For one day, he had felt like he had won the lottery or something. Now the reality was smacking him in the face. Heathcliff Stone was no boyfriend material, the arrogant, know-it-all prick.

    ***

    Aidan let the car windows down, his need for air bigger than anything else. His phone began ringing as soon as he turned the corner on Heathcliff’s street. He ignored it. All the way back home, his home, which he paid rent for from his shitty paycheck, it didn’t stop ringing.

    ***

    Heathcliff wanted to throw the phone at the wall and make it blast into pieces. But he needed to calm down and think this through. He had thought Aidan would come back, but the moment he had heard the car engine running, he had known that couldn’t happen, at least not tonight.

    Maybe he would let Aidan chill until tomorrow. Yeah, Heathcliff Stone from before wouldn’t think twice to let an angry lover get over it. But he wasn’t the same from before.

    So, instead of seeing about his usual routine, he decided to call another number.

    “Am I bothering you?” he asked. “I know it’s late. Well, I think I made a huge mistake.”

    TBC


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  • The Male Upgrade

    Dulf had thought about the operation for a long time. So did a lot of guys. Eighty or more years ago, when a drug called Viagra first appeared, it seemed as though the wish of every man had been fulfilled—the ability to have long-lasting erections whenever they desired. But people began to realize that the side effects of the drug created very undesired problems in addition to its benefits. After many years of research, scientists developed a solution that offered spectacular results without the side effects of a drug. Still, the solution—a surgical procedure—had risks, and it cost more than most men could afford. Nevertheless, Dulf, a healthy thirty-six-year-old with a strong physique, wanted as much “sex insurance” as possible for the years to come. He decided to face the risks and have the legendary “cock-op,” as guys called it.

    During preliminary consultations with Dr. Nemes, the physician who would perform the operation, Dulf learned some scary details that almost made him back out. “Cock-op,” it turned out, had more to do with the testicles than the cock. The doctor would lower a tiny cord deep into his penal tube, then direct the laser at its tip to “sensitize” the gonads and other specific reproductive targets. It would require only about an hour, but there would be some discomfort and no use of anesthetics; the patient would be fully aware of everything as it happened.

    The good news: Dulf liked the doctor. Nemes had an upbeat personality and a self-confidence that gave Dulf the reassurance he needed. The more he talked with the doc, the more he trusted him. It also helped that Nemes had a handsome face and body. Although only thirty, he looked much younger, as if he had found the secret of perpetual youth.

    Dulf couldn’t have been more nervous on the day of the operation. When he walked into the room where he would undergo the ordeal, his hands began to tremble slightly. He tried to calm himself as he surveyed the strange-looking surgical instruments, viewing monitors and other electronic equipment. Following instructions, he stripped off everything except his white brief and sat down to wait for the doctor.

    “How are you feeling today, Dulf?” asked Nemes, entering the room abruptly.

    “Shaky.”

    The doctor smiled. “Is there anything else you want to ask before we begin?”

    Dulf paused. “Doctor, why am I doing this?” he said with a grin.

    “You’ll be fine, just fine,” laughed Nemes. “By the way, call me Ward. I’d like that.”

    “I’ve never called a doctor by his first name before. Remind me if I forget.”

    The doctor sat down in front of Dulf on a rotating stool. With his legs widely spread, he began to review the steps of the cock-op. But the patient was distracted by the close presence of Nemes and didn’t hear most of what he was saying. Dulf’s eyes kept glancing toward the doctor’s crotch, despite his efforts to focus them on the face. The doc wore thin white pants and a matching white shirt that hung outside them, unfortunately concealing what Dulf most wanted to see.

    “As I said before,” said Nemes, “we cannot guarantee that this procedure will give you the results you want for the rest of your life. It may last many years, or the effect may decline, depending on the chemistry of your particular body.”

    The words, “cannot guarantee” recaptured Dulf’s attention. “If it doesn’t last, do I have to go through this again?”

    “That’s an option. There are other possibilities you can consider, and we can talk about those later, if you wish.” The doctor put his hand on Dulf’s thigh. “But let’s not jump to conclusions yet. Let’s deal with what we have to do now.”

    Nemes reached backward to a nearby table and picked up an instrument to measure blood pressure and respiration. As he did, his white shirt pulled up, and underneath it Dulf got a quick yet clear view of the doctor’s crotch. The balls looked large, but most surprising was the guy’s fully erect cock. After taking the readings, Nemes told Dulf to stand up. Grasping a metal handle in the wall at his left, the doctor pulled, producing a long metal bar that locked into position in front of Dulf. The chest-high, silver bar resembled something that one might find in a workout facility or gym.

    “You can rest your arms on this,” explained Nemes, “while I do a few more tests.”

    Dulf tried it out. He also wrapped his fingers around it, clutching the shiny bar as the nervousness escalated inside him.

    “I’d like you to relax, if you can,” suggested the doctor. He stood facing Dulf’s left side and put a hand on the patient’s lower back. He put the other hand across Dulf’s navel and began pushing gently into the firm gut at regular intervals. A penetrating warmth and calmness seemed to flow from the hand.

    “That feels good,” said Dulf.

    The hand gradually shifted from pushing the gut to massaging it in a circular motion. Dulf breathed a long sigh as his tension slowly started to dissipate. Lost in this comforting, softening sensation, he failed to see that his dick had taken the opposite action: it was hardening rapidly. But Nemes saw it. He watched the rod closely as it pressed into the cotton brief. When Dulf at last became aware of what had happened, his face turned red in embarrassment.

    “No problem,” said the doctor. “In fact, I need it erect for the tests I have to do.” He stopped massaging, stepped in front of Dulf again and eased the brief down, freeing the guy’s cock and ballsack. Nemes removed the brief and laid it on a shelf a few inches away. “We won’t be needing this for a while.”

    Sitting on the stool again, Nemes gazed at the guy’s perfectly proportioned shaft, which pointed directly at him. Then he held the cock steady with his left hand and began to finger it in various places with his right. The exam took several minutes, much longer than usual. In truth, Nemes wanted to play with the shaft. He also wanted to let his patient feel the effects of his touch. Dulf’s mouth opened as the pleasure increased.

    “Don’t worry, I won’t let you cum,” said the doctor.

    Nemes produced a c-shaped instrument and tightened the ends of it against the cock, halfway down its length. The moderate pressure felt slightly cold to Dulf and quite arousing. But he didn’t cum. He watched along with the doctor as bright colors flashed across a small screen adjacent to them.

    “Looks excellent,” reported the doctor. “I think you’ll be very receptive to the procedure.” He removed the instrument and turned again toward Dulf. “I’m going to do some genital testing now, then we can begin the procedure. Put your feet on the floor marks.”

    Placing his feet as instructed, he now stood with legs very far apart. The young doctor moved the stool closer to Dulf. He put the fingers of each hand around a testicle. This was an easy thing to do, given the huge size of the guy’s ovals. They hung low, like two golf balls suspended in a sack between the thighs. Dulf saw Nemes close his eyes for a few seconds, like he was saying a prayer to himself. His hands didn’t move.

    Instead of praying, the doctor had simply paused, relishing his contact with the huge, sexy gonads. The doctor liked cocks, of course, but testicles attracted him even more. They had become his passion. He’d made a career out of them, in fact. He knew their secrets, their zones of arousal and pain, and a hundred other things about them that the average male never discovers. Nemes especially recognized in Dulf’s balls what he most admired, and needed. His fingers sensed the virile energy within them and craved to draw it inside his own body. He nearly moaned as the desire mushroomed inside him.

    Nemes opened his eyes. “Now tell me what you feel during this test. It’s important for me to know when the pressure feels good or not good. OK?”

    “OK,” replied Dulf, nervously steadying himself by lifting his left foot just off the floor and placing it back down again, then doing the same with his right one.

    Nemes gradually pushed his fingertips into the awesome ovals. Dulf hugged the bar, wondering how far the fingers would go.

    “Doing OK?” asked the doctor.

    “Yeah,” said Dulf, surprised that he didn’t feel pain.

    Nemes held the gonads in a tight grip and slowly pulled the giant sack toward him to get a better look. He also wanted the testicles well-positioned for a much more intense squeeze. His erect rod pushed brazenly into the white pants as he examined the incredible source of Dulf’s maleness. He probed the balls with unparalleled thoroughness, definitely surpassing what he’d done in any previous exam. The balls became harder. Dulf couldn’t watch. He was looking to the side, at a wall illustration of a naked man in a standing-spread like himself. It showed arrows pointing to various places inside the testicles, and technical explanations that looked unpronounceable.

    “Ah!” said Dulf, suddenly feeling that real arrows had pierced his nuts.

    “Sorry,” said Nemes. He started in again, probing a different spot. “Is that better?”

    “Yeah, no pain this time.”

    But the young physician would soon change that. After picking the right location for each of his ten fingers, he began to push them into the mammoth gonads. Nemes increased the pressure gradually, so Dulf didn’t feel much at first. But as the fingertips went deeper, a strange, dull pain started to invade the guy’s nuts. He held the bar more firmly. His eyes locked onto the testicle illustration, not daring to move.

    The further Nemes pushed into the balls, the more they seemed to become a part of him. The feeling made his body tingle all over. He squeezed harder. He wanted to posses the balls, to make them his own, and to have what was inside them.

    Dulf gasped loudly from the growing pain. “That hurts, man!”

    “You’re doin’ great,” said the doctor. “Can you hang on a little longer?”

    “Guess so,” replied Dulf, unsure if he really could.

    Nemes continued to apply more pressure to the big gonads, going way beyond what he normally did with guys. Grunting in pain, Dulf tore his eyes away from the testicle diagram and fixed them on another image. It was a wall poster of two guys in swimsuits, laughing as they walked along a beach. He hadn’t noticed it before. The photo surprised him because it generated a provocative thought: could Nemes be gay like himself?

    Dulf looked down at the handsome doctor, who seemed to be breathing faster now. The squeeze hurt like hell. But he hesitated to voice a complaint, wondering if Nemes was giving him some sort of manhood test, or maybe squeezing his balls for an even better reason—because he was very attracted to them. He gazed at the fingers, stuck in his maleness like claws. It reminded him of claw holds he had seen wrestlers use on various parts of the body to make their opponents submit. Watching those holds always made him horny, especially when claw victims didn’t give up right away. Their struggle gave him a powerful erection every time.

    “Yeah, very good,” said the doctor.

    Dulf saw that his cock had started to twitch slightly. He realized something else: the pain in his balls seemed to have lessened. He looked at the claw hold again. The fingers were still hooked into his nuts, even deeper than before. But why didn’t he feel more agony? What was happening to him?

    “Yeah,” said Nemes, sensing a change in the testicles. “Do they still hurt?”

    “Not as much,” replied Dulf.

    He turned his attention once more to the beach photo. He wanted to be one of the guys in that scene, having fun with his companion, a companion who would never leave him. The smiles in the photo made him feel hopeful. He smiled back at them.

    Suddenly pleasure gripped his cock. The forcefulness of it made Dulf groan involuntarily. His shaft jerked excitedly, begging for an orgasm. He looked away from the sexy photo, thinking that would reduce the pleasure. It didn’t.

    He felt the pleasure building in his crotch. “Doc…Ward… I’m…I’m gonna….”

    “That’s OK,” responded Nemes. “I want you to. Just let it come.”

    The doctor removed his hands from the testicles. He picked up a small, rounded object made of clear plastic. Ward held the twitching rod still with one hand, then slipped the cap-like object onto his cockhead with the other. Immediately the shaft swelled with more pleasure. Dulf grasped the bar tightly.

    Ward re-attached his hands to both testicles, but this time had them in a different position. He pushed his fingertips into the stiff nuts. He didn’t have to use much pressure to get what he wanted.

    “Ah!” cried Dulf. He threw his head back in ecstasy. “Oh shit!” he yelled, unable to control the rush of pleasure that hit him. He thrust his cock forward as the sperm erupted.

    Ward’s mouth watered as he watched the guy ejaculate his juice into the container.

    “Give me as much as you can,” encouraged the doctor.

    Dulf grunted and tried to do that. Ward waited until the cock had released every spurt of cum—even the sporadic, final ones—before removing the collector from the head. He

    looked at it and grinned, obviously pleased with the contents.

    “I needed a sperm sample for analysis,” said the doctor. “Lie down and relax here for a minute. I’ll be right back” He pointed to a low, padded table-like structure that looked very appealing to Dulf at that moment.

    Dulf stretched out on the table and looked up at the softly lit ceiling. The tension began to leave his muscles. He felt his balls, expecting to find them sore from the doctor’s long squeeze. But to his astonishment, they weren’t. They even felt very good, and still stiff from the orgasm. What kind of wizard had he picked for a doctor?

    Ward returned shortly, holding a glass of bluish-green liquid. “Drink this,” he said. “It’ll re-energize you.”

    Dulf sat up and started sipping. It tasted like nothing he’d ever drunk before. But the liquid was awesomely delicious and he had soon consumed all of it.

    The doctor continued. “I ran an analysis of your sperm and the count is much higher than normal, which is what I was hoping for. I’m sure you’ll be happy with the outcome of the surgery.”

    Ward took off his shirt, revealing a snug inner one, and muscular arms that any guy would admire. But Dulf also admired the doctor’s cock, which stood out conspicuously in his pants. Ward saw him gaze at it and smiled. Dulf smiled back, now sure that his physician was attracted to him. Maybe even strongly attracted.

    “You ready?” smiled Ward.

    “I guess,” said Dulf. “Can you do it right after a guy shoots?”

    “Yes, no problem. In fact, it works better that way. Lie down and get comfortable.”

    Dulf complied. Ward massaged Dulf’s thighs with a lubricating oil that felt wonderful to him. Then the doctor worked on his abdominal muscles. But after a few minutes, one hand took hold of his dick and started to stroke it slowly.

    “You don’t mind, do you?” asked Ward. “I’d like it firm when we insert the device.”

    “No, I don’t mind. You have a great touch,” grinned Dulf.

    It didn’t take long for the dick to harden up. “The next step is to strap you down,” explained the doctor. “Your balls and cock too: we can’t have something move suddenly after we start the procedure.”

    Ward enclosed Dulf’s ballsack in a tight, mesh-like pouch, which he then fastened securely to the table. Narrow metallic arms appeared at his sides, and these the doctor attached to his cock in two places to hold it upright. He tied both legs to the table and also placed straps around his waist and chest. The doctor taped several wires to Dulf’s body—one around the ballsack, another around the cock, two in the center of his crotch, and another across his navel. They all emitted a faint, low-level tone and a mild vibration that he found pleasant, even erotic.

    Nemes lubed the cockhole, then pushed a slender, tube-like material into it about half an inch. “Feel OK?”

    “Fine,” answered Dulf.

    The doctor slowly started to push the slender strand lower and lower down his cock.

    “It tingles,” reported Dulf. “Feels kinda sexy.”

    “Let me know if the pleasure begins to build. We don’t want you to ejaculate; that wouldn’t be a good idea during the procedure. Not at all.” He continued to work the strand gradually lower.

    Dulf watched the progress of the descending tube intently. He thought Ward looked very hot as he eased it slowly down his stiff shaft.

    “We’re almost there,” said the doctor. He gave Dulf a grin. In another minute he had the tube fully inserted. “Excellent,” he said, peering at the small monitor just overhead. “It’s in real deep.”

    “What do you see?”

    “Your balls,” said Ward. “See?” He swung the monitor around briefly so that Dulf could view the testicles. “You have unusually big ones. Wish I had those on me.”

    The doctor directed the laser to the guy’s left testicle and went to work on it. Dulf felt an odd sensation, like pressure at first, then slight pain, then a tickling inside the gonad. The same thing happened when Nemes did the other testicle. His balls began to feel larger and very hard.

    “A little something with the prostate, then we’re finished,” reported Ward.

    “Already?”

    The doctor nodded. A wonderful feeling of warmth began to grow in Dulf’s crotch, a feeling of incredible, powerful pleasure. It made him want to shoot.

    “That’s it,” said Ward. He turned off the monitor and most of the other equipment. “Now comes the tricky part. I have to remove the laser very slowly and carefully, because now your cock has dramatically elevated sensitivity and we must avoid an orgasm at this point. Let me know if you feel close to cumming.” He started to pull up very slowly on the inserted tube. Immediately the cock swelled with pleasure. Dulf put a hand on Ward’s side to alert him. The doctor stopped the pull. “This may take some time. That’s good, it means the procedure was successful.”

    Ward started again, and had to stop after another fifteen seconds. “You must be feeling pretty awesome,” grinned the doctor. “You can produce more semen now than a sixteen-year-old.” He looked down at Dulf’s cock with an expression of desire so intense that it electrified the air. After a moment, he finally resumed the gradual pull on the tube.

    It didn’t take long for the rush of pleasure to enliven the cock again. Dulf raised his head off the table, straining to keep the pleasure at bay. It snapped at him like an angry dog at his heels, ready to tear into his body at any moment. Ward stopped pulling again.

    After a pause, the doctor continued the extracting process. It went slowly, taking half an hour. As the end of the tube neared the top of his shaft, the pleasure became almost unbearable. Dulf groped and squeezed Ward. He tugged on the guy’s pants. Dulf finally jerked them below his ass, exposing the doctor’s erect cock. He grabbed it.

    “Oh yeah!” whispered Ward. “Just a little more.” With extreme slowness, he managed to pull the rest of it out of the cockhole without triggering an orgasm.

    With the operation over, Dulf expected the ejaculation urge to subside. Instead, it remained intense. And so did his attraction to Ward. He seized the doctor’s shirt and jerked on it until it ripped in several places.

    “Get naked, man!” said Dulf, delirious with desire, as though he had been drugged.

    When Ward removed the straps and wires, Dulf leaped from the table like a gymnast, pulling off the rest of Ward’s clothes as the doctor grinned.

    “I guess you must feel like a new man!” quipped Ward.

    “Oh baby, this is unbelievable!” yelled Dulf, kissing the naked hunk again and again. “Grab my balls! Grab my cock!” he begged.

    “OK. Lie down, this is gonna rock you,” warned the doctor. Dulf stretched out on his back and clutched the hunk. Ward laid on his side, facing the reddened, throbbing cock and put his hand around it.

    “Oh fuck!” screamed Dulf. His eyelids flew open, his body stiffened in terror. He’d never experienced a pleasure so fierce or so paralytic. It felt liked Ward was energetically jacking him off, but his hand remained motionless. He shouted as he felt a massive amount of sperm roar up his shaft. His cum tube expanded as much as it could, trying to accommodate the tidal wave as it surged upward.

    Ward moved his open mouth close to the cockhead, poised to catch every bit of the potent liquid. The explosion did rock Dulf. His whole body heaved violently with each blast of cum. He clawed Ward’s body like a wild animal. The blasts kept coming. Dulf bridged up, trying to shoot the rest of his cum more quickly. But his cock could only handle the tidal wave one squirt at a time.

    “Oh god!” he shouted, pumping out his sperm in long, thick shots that generated unheard of pleasure. Grunting in joy, Ward took every load.

    At the end, Ward licked his lips. “More than twenty shots, stud. “I think we can say that the surgery gave you optimum results!” He smiled. “Your semen is exceptional, man. Very sweet, very potent.”

    “God! I feel like I could do that again right now!” reported Dulf excitedly.

    “You can. Your balls are still tight, they look erect, like your cock.”

    Dulf sat up and faced Ward on his knees. “I can’t describe how great I feel, man!”

    Ward grinned. “Me too, every minute I’m with you.” He leaned forward and kissed the stud.

    The two embraced—not tenderly, but roughly, putting their bulging muscles into it. The embrace quickly became bear hugs, with each guy struggling to out-squeeze the other. Suddenly Ward sank his teeth into the side of Dulf’s neck. He dug in deeply. Dulf gasped from the unexpected pleasure this caused. Dulf released his bear hug and fell backward to the floor. Ward dropped down and caught the stud’s swollen shaft with his mouth. Dulf screamed in pleasure. He erupted instantly, violently. Ward swallowed Dulf’s virility in giant, almost desperate, gulps. The stud clasped Ward’s head with both hands, frozen in ecstasy, pumping as if there were no end to the milky juice. Ward gradually began to tongue, then suckle the heaving shaft. Sperm continued to pump out unabated.

    “Yeah, drink it!” said Dulf.

    The pumping lasted so long that the stud felt like he was breast feeding a man-child with his cock. Ward continued to suck, eagerly consuming the nourishing liquid. Although the orgasm produced more semen than even the doctor anticipated, the enormity of it left no negative impact on Dulf afterward. The stud’s shaft snapped back against his gut as soon as it was released, ready for more action.

    “Do it again!” said Ward. “I need more!”

    Dulf looked at him with a confused grin. “Sounds like you’re a vampire.”

    “Yes, that’s basically the way it is.” He paused. “The cock-op I did on myself backfired somehow. I need the sperm of someone like you to renew me.” He looked at Dulf’s shaft and licked his lips.

    “If you need cum,” said Dulf, trying to understand the meaning of what he’d just heard, “then will I need it too eventually?”

    “Maybe. But not just any cum will work. It has to be sperm from a cock-op male.”

    A worried expression spread across Dulf’s face. “You made me into a vampire?”

    “Isn’t that what you wanted?” challenged Ward. “Didn’t you want me from the very beginning? I know that I wanted you.”

    “Yes,” admitted Dulf, “but…..”

    Ward halted the sentence with a strange gaze that instantly penetrated Dulf. It reached down to his balls and made the sack skin tighten like leather. Ward got to his feet and walked to a cabinet. He opened it and took out several blankets and pillows. Dulf noticed that the guy’s cock stood more upright than it had before. Ward threw his armload down and dropped to his knees again in front of the bewildered stud.

    “We’ll want this stuff later. We’ll be here for a while. All night if you want to.”

    “Won’t someone check up on us?”

    “I locked the doors. The staff left some time ago and won’t be back for two days. You’re my last patient.” Ward looked at Dulf intensely. “I want you. I want your fluid.”

    The stud scanned Ward’s beautiful physique. He didn’t know what to say.

    “You’re free to leave if you want to,” said Ward. “But if you do go, can I….”

    “….Have more of my juice?” interrupted Dulf. “Yes. But I’m not goin’ anywhere. “I’m stayin’ here with you.” He kissed Ward and crawled on his chest. He lowered his cock into the guy’s open mouth. “I have to keep my doc well fed.”

    A few second later, Dulf’s sperm shot through the shaft and down the guy’s throat, barely allowing him to breathe. But Ward handled the huge ejaculations without difficulty. He was getting good at dealing with Dulf’s flood.

    “Yeah, take as much as you need, man,” said Dulf as he pumped. “It’s all for you.”

    Ward gripped the stud’s thighs tightly, swallowing each of Dulf’s strong, steady cum-jets. He could feel his shaft becoming harder. Dulf’s powerful liquid would soon restore his sexual energy to its optimum level, and beyond.

    When Dulf’s orgasm finally came to an end, Ward’s shaft tingled irresistibly. Dulf had to try it out. He swung around and took it in his mouth. Ward cried out in a low, sexy yell. He thrust his butt off the floor as his cock fired immense loads into his buddy’s mouth. Dulf gripped Ward’s ass with both hands to keep the guy’s cock in place while he feasted. The luscious cream seemed to stimulate every cell of his body.

    He had no idea how long Wards’s orgasm lasted, or when the cum stopped firing. At one point he realized that he and Ward were lying on their sides, with mouths close to cockheads.

    Ward gave Dulf’s cocktip a single, circular lick with his tongue. Dulf groaned, paralyzed by pleasure. Ward licked more of its surface, unleashing a pleasure so extreme that it approached pain. He saw the stud’s cum-hole open. He rolled his tongue around it, feeling the stiff, hypersensitive ridge. Dulf grabbed Ward’s body. A large load of pre-cum fired onto the guy’s tongue. Ward continued to tantalize the hole with his tongue. He lapped up another load of pre-cum.

    Dulf soon erupted again. The orgasms continued, one after another for some time. He loved feeding his new buddy, and also loved watching the effect it had on Ward. The guy’s libido skyrocketed. He even began to appear younger to Dulf.

    “Shit, you look like you’re seventeen, man!” the stud pointed out.

    “I am, thanks to you,” replied Ward.

    “Just from my cum?”

    “Yes, as long as you keep givin’ it to me.”

    “Damn!” said Dulf. “This is awesome! Will your cum do that for me, too?”

    “Definitely.”

    The guys lowered the room’s light and stretched out on their bed of blankets and pillows. Primed for limitless sex, they took a sixty-nine position again on their sides. The studs grunted at similar volume levels as tongues and lips began to pleasure the raging rods.

    As the hours passed, Dulf and Ward discovered that they needed virtually no rest between orgasms. The passion and potency increased steadily within them, surpassing levels that even the most virile males would never experience, or even be able to imagine. Dulf also thought his cock seemed to be getting larger.

    “Man, this is so cool!” he said. “I’m so horny I bet I can shoot off just by thinking about your balls and cock!”

    “Yes, I feel the same way,” replied Ward. “We’ll have to learn to slow it down, or else we’ll be shooting off when we’re walking down a street or something!”

    Dulf laughed. “Right. We need some serious cock-training!”

    Ward smiled. “You ready?”

    “Ready, partner.”

    The two guys began to caress each other’s bodies. But even that made their cocks jump wildly. It took time to adjust to the new, extreme sensitivity of simple touching.

    Ward couldn’t get over the size of Dulf’s balls. “Man, your ‘nads are huge. I’ve gotta touch ‘em again.”

    He proceeded cautiously as Dulf lay on his back. Ward cupped the balls in his hand and had a hard time spreading his fingers around them.

    “Oh shit!” grunted Dulf, reacting to the indescribable pleasure that generated.

    Ward paused. “Try to hold it in, man. Come on, you can do it.”

    Dulf’s mouth opened in ecstasy. He felt the juice boiling inside his sack, demanding release. “Your fingers feel so fuckin’ good around my balls! They’re squeezin’ too much!”

    “I’m not squeezin’ at all, stud. I’m just lightly touching them.”

    Dulf clutched his buddy. “I can’t… I can’t….”

    “Yes you can. You can hold it.” Ward tried to sound supportive, but he saw Dulf’s shaft rise up to a shooting position. He could feel the potent juice churning inside the giant gonads. “Fight it, man.”

    Dulf began to sweat. His cock jumped. Pleasure disoriented him. “Where are you, man?”

    “I’m right here,” said Ward, holding his buddy close. “You’re doin’ great. You’re winning!”

    Ward was right. Although the cock ejected a big load of pre-cum, Dulf didn’t climax. Ward immediately licked up the load from the stud’s chest and watched Dulf continue to writhe in extreme pleasure, still teetering on the brink of an orgasm.

    “Please make me shoot!” begged Dulf, losing his will to fight.

    Pre-cum emerged from the reddened cock, this time oozing out, not firing. It accumulated on the large head, then started to fall to the stud’s abs in slow drips. Ward gazed at the juice hungrily, eager to lick it off the head. But that would trigger another orgasm. He moved his mouth toward the shaft, then stopped, realizing that he would have to learn to restrain his desire just like Dulf.

    “Please lick it, man!” urged Dulf as he saw the cum flowing out of his rod. “Put your tongue on it!”

    Ward kept encouraging him. “You’ve almost got it. Don’t give up now!”

    Dulf’s sexy writhing almost made Ward shoot off. But after nearly twenty agonizing minutes, the cock’s oozing began to slow.

    No one was happier than Dulf. “I did it, I did it!” he gasped.

    Ward grinned and celebrated the victory by tonguing the juice from Dulf’s abs.

    The guys took a break, but didn’t move. As they lay beside each other, they talked about how sexy the other looked and how they should approach their next move.

    “Let’s keep going with hands for a while and see what happens,” suggested Ward.

    Dulf agreed. Ward opened a hand and moved it slowly toward his buddy’s huge cock. He carefully put his fingers in place around the throbbing, granite-like shaft.

    “Ahhhh!” yelled Dulf as a brutal pleasure gripped it from top to bottom. His upper body and legs flew off the floor.

    Ward forced him back down by putting a bended knee on his chest. Although his hand merely held the pulsing cock, that was enough to turn Dulf’s essence loose. In a few seconds it burst violently from the wide-open cum-hole. Ward dove down and seized it with his mouth. He took every load as it shot ferociously down his throat. The power of each jet shocked him. His body stiffened. Dulf’s sexy pleasure cries quickly ignited his own cum. Out of control, it shot up instantly.

    Dulf lunged at his buddy’s cock. No juice was wasted: the two drank themselves into a paradise of masculinity….

    Now drunk on each other’s power liquid, they felt a greatly-heightened desire to cum again.

    “We’ve gotta do better than that!” quipped Ward.

    “Yeah, if we can,” added Dulf, gazing at his still-oozing cock and enormous, tightened balls. “But, let’s try that again.”

    On the second attempt, Dulf did better. He focused his thoughts on other things as much as possible. Ward held his shaft steady, which wasn’t easy. Its surface had become slippery with pre-cum. He wanted to jack it wildly, but resisted, content with the privilege of merely holding such a massive piece of super-charged meat. He also resisted the desire to lick up the pre-cum that occasionally discharged from it.

    Forty-five minutes passed, and the guys had succeeded in holding their ground, beginning to learn how to regulate the overwhelming, ever-present ecstasy inside them.

    “I wanna try sliding my hand up your shaft,” said Ward finally.

    “OK, but do it s-l-o-w-l-y.”

    The hand barely moved, but Dulf immediately gasped from the increased pleasure. He seized Ward’s arm to warn him.

    The hand paused and Ward smiled down at him. “Don’t worry stud, I can feel it too in my fingers. I can feel the strong pulsing.”

    Ward gradually became better at judging the cock’s reaction to the movement of his hand. He felt the pulsing lessen or increase, depending on what he did with his fingers. He even managed to give the shaft some brief squeezes without triggering an orgasm.

    “You’re getting’ good at this,” complimented Dulf.

    “I love doing it. I want my hand around your cock forever.”

    “It’s yours, buddy.”

    Dulf reached over and carefully took hold of Ward’s shaft. The guy froze and nearly climaxed. But Dulf became accustomed to the pulsing as well, and after a half-hour of sensing and experimenting, he could do more hand movement.

    More time passed and the guys learned how to accomplish a very slow, mutual jackoff. Day became night. The room was silent, except for the sound of soft pleasure-grunts, occasional kissing, and quiet dialogue about how good they made each other feel. Their cockheads confirmed it by releasing an almost steady flow of pre-cum.

    Late into the night Ward proposed another change. “I want to put my tongue on your cock.”

    Just the thought of it gave him a pleasure spasm. “Oh god! I don’t know about that yet.”

    “I’ll take it easy,” Ward reassured him.

    “That’s what worries me! You can take my cum all too easily!”

    The guys laughed. But Ward began anyway. The initial touch of his tongue to the cum-covered rod drove Dulf crazy. He kept it steady, and after a few minutes, started to press more of it onto the shaft’s hot surface. Dulf couldn’t stand it, so Ward backed off.

    “You almost got me,” said Dulf, breathing heavily.

    Ward licked his lips, savoring the small amount of stud-cum that his tongue had picked up.

    “I know you want more, man. Try it again.”

    Ward did so. This time he went slower. Dulf held his buddy passionately as the tongue got reacquainted with the taut shaft-skin. It moved up the cock ever so gradually,

    gliding along the slippery rod. Dulf groaned. More pre-cum bubbled out of the open hole and drained down onto the waiting tongue.

    Dulf’s cock pulsed madly, but Ward patted the stud’s thigh, a signal that he had everything under control. As Dulf strained in pleasure, Ward’s tongue filled with down-flowing cum. At last Ward disengaged.

    When he heard his buddy swallow and groan in pleasure, he guessed what had happened. Once more fought back the urge to shoot, and won.

    Glad that he could now feed his buddy without erupting in a full orgasm, Dulf was overjoyed. “Go ahead, take some more,” he said. I think I can handle it.”

    This time Ward put his lips around the bulging cockhead, but with great care.

    “Oh shit, you fucker!” whispered Dulf. His entire cock seemed to expand with pleasure.

    Ward kept his lips motionless around the head, hoping Dulf could cope with the move. Incredibly, he did. But the ecstatic cock did react. It released a huge amount of pre-cum. Ward swallowed. Twenty seconds later, another load ejected. The cock continued this cycle for many minutes as both guys grunted in unheard of, but contained, pleasure.

    Dulf relished his ability to give his partner an unlimited supply of sperm. But when Ward began to actually suck the cockhead, Dulf tapped him urgently, like a wrestle submitting to a painful submission hold.

    Ward released the cock just in time. “Man, you taste so good I couldn’t help myself!”

    Dulf grinned, still fighting the pleasure. “This whole thing is too fantastic for words, buddy. I wanna try that on you.”

    He closed his lips around Ward’s cock. His buddy reacted like someone had shoved an electrical device into his balls and zapped them with a massive jolt. Whimpering like a kid, Ward battled the ecstasy with fierce determination. Dulf didn’t move.

    Ward shook his head back and forth, out of his mind with pleasure. He felt the juice begin to move up his shaft. “No! No!” he yelled, stubbornly resisting it. He grabbed Dulf’s handsome ass and dug his fingers into the muscular butt-flesh. “Stop!” he yelled at his rising cum. Nearly delirious with ecstasy, his brain began to lose its grip on reality. Everything became pleasure.

    Yet, he didn’t cum. As with Dulf, Ward’s cock compromised by releasing some large shots of pre-cum at regular intervals. When Dulf had his fill, he freed the cockhead.

    “Oh man,” groaned Ward, “did I have an orgasm?”

    “No,” answered Dulf. “But you had me worried for a while!”

    The guys talked about their success and cautiously felt each other’s rock-hard balls.

    “Their getting’ bigger, aren’t they,” observed Ward.

    “Yeah. I’ll have to buy a bigger jockstrap!” said Dulf.

    Daylight began to enter the room again. Dulf pushed the pillows against a wall, leaned back into them and spread his legs wide to let Ward inspect his ‘nads. The long inspection brought a new flow of thick pre-cum from the cock. Ward rested his head on Dulf’s abs and put his mouth around the oozing shaft. Dulf held and caressed him, while his endless, magical liquid flowed down Ward’s throat. When his buddy wanted more, Ward put a squeeze on one or both balls, or gave them a little slap. That always made Dulf gasp as he felt the juice threaten to override his control and leap up.

    “Do you take vacations?” Dulf asked.

    Ward released the cockhead and smiled. “This week. I’m canceling all my appointments. I want us to be together.” He paused. “In fact, I think it’s time for me to retire from this business. What do you think about that?”

    Dulf gave him a long kiss. “Does that answer your question?”

    Ward put his lips around the stud’s shaft again and continued feeding on the delicious, youthful flow. Suddenly he struck Dulf’s overloaded ballsack with his fist.

    Dulf opened his mouth in an agony of pleasure. “You bastard….!”

    (end)


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  • My First Visit to a Bathhouse

    I arrived in Chicago on a business trip and I was sure I was going to make time to visit my first gay bathhouse.  I had done my homework and the establishment that enticed me was Steamworks Baths.  This bathhouse amenities included six play areas, two fuck benches, six sided glory hole booths, public swing, private douche station, mouth wash stations, huge whirlpool, open showers, eucaluptus steam room, two dry saunas, nineteen flat screen TV’S with the latest porn, and a full gym.  This really had me hard just checking out the website.

    I checked into my hotel and had several scheduled meetings that day and then went to dinner with a few collegues, then about eight thirty I headed to the bathhouse.  I was so psyched being the sleezy slut that I am.  The thought of all the available cock had me panting like a dog in heat.

    I arrived and checked in and paid the fees and the rules were explained to me.  They did check my bag for liquor and drugs.  The place was really beautiful and very clean.  I got to my locker and stripped wrapping a towel around me.  As I walked around there were so many hot guys, all walking around nude.  I went into the open shower area first and there were guys making out, fuck it was so hot.  I took my shower, then went to the private douche area and cleaned myself.  This was just an amazing feature.  It consisted of a hose with a wand on the end with several holes and you just inserted it into your ass, waited a minute then emptied it out.  After taking care of the cleaning essentials I went into the steam room and after I finished I was relaxed and ready.

    I went into the open play area and there were three couples fucking with several spectators observing. I made eye contact with one hot looking dude and he smiled at me.  He wasn’t hard but his cock was fantastic with a lot of girth which I love.  He came over to me and said:  “Hi, I’m Luke”  I said:  “Hey, I’m Landon”.  He wasted no time and placed his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me into him and we began a mouth to mouth exploration in which I was more than willing.  He laid me down on one of the benches and he sat down and went down on me.  He took my 8″ cock and swallowed it.  Fuck it was so hot and my cum was boiling in my balls.  After five minuties I stopped him so I wouldn’t cum.  I laid him down and took his 7″ cock and devoured it.  I sucked his large balls and this was without a doubt a dream cum true.  

    After our blowjobs he said to me:  “Landon lets go to the glory hole area and get a mouth full of cock.”  I followed him into an area with six holes.  Three of the holes had huge cocks sticking out and we got on our knees and began swallowing .  We were watching each other suck these guys cocks and I was getting off just watching him.  It didn’t take long before I got a mouth full of delicious cum and so did Luke.

    Luke said:  “Lets go to one of the open areas and get fucked.  We walked in and there were some type of lounge beds and there were two couples already fucking doggy style.  It was the hottest thing watching these guys, it was like being in a porn video.  Two guys came up to Luke and I and started rubbing their cocks on our asses.  I laid on the lounge doggy style and he went for my quivering hole.  He definitely knew how to rim and I was more that happy to obliage him. 

    Oh fuck I was seeing stars and started moaning, while the more I moaned the more he ate me with his tongue buried in my ass. Listening to all the hot sex in the room was making me wild.  I told him to fuck me and he did just that, sticking his huge cock in my wet, moist asshole.  Oh fuck yeah one push and he was buried in me and fuck it was awesome.  He started pounding me and reached for my balls and my cock.  I was watching Luke getting fucked and I was never turned on like this.  The dude was fucking me like a wild animal.  At this point I was in erotic heaven and a guy come over to me and stuck his raging hard cock in my mouth.  Oh fuck getting both holes filled was my wildest obsession.

    The guy fucking me blew his load  and the other dude shot a massive load of cum in my mouth.  Luke had finished and said lets go take a shower and use the mouthwash station.  After our showers we went to get a drink and went sit in the whirlpool.  I said to Luke:  “Fuck this is the life, I have never been this excited and my libido is going wild.”  Luke said:  “Is this your first time to a bathhouse?”  “Yes it is Luke and I love it.”

    We headed next to the public sling and Luke secured my hands and feet.  He grabbed a condom, slide it on his cock, added some lube on my hole and his cock and slid right into me.  Fuck yeah, my hole is already stretched and your cock feels incredible.  Fuck me Luke, fuck me hard, oh yeah.  Luck pounding me for a while and then blew his load.  He pulled out and another guy came over and I swear this guy had a 10″ cock.  He pushed into me and wow it did hurt somewhat but it didn’t take long for me to beg him for all he had.  This is what every gay man should experience.

    Luke and I went and relaxed in the dry sauna, and then the whirlpool and then went to watch some porn.  Man this is so hot watching all these guys.  Luke looked at me and said:  “Hey Landon do you want to get a private room and get into some hot sex just between us.  I said:  “Yeah Luke that’s sounds really good to me.”

    We went into the private room and got on the bed and started making out.  He was really hot with the sexist blue eyes and blond hair.  His cock was really what got me as it was about 7″ but with substantial girth.  We just kissed and fondled each other for about thirty minutes and it was nice foreplay.  He looked at me and said:  “Landon your really hot and I love kissing your lips.  He then started traveling down to my nipples which is my very sensitive spot and starting licking them and gently biting them.  I was feeling sensations in my ass that were driving me insane.  He then slid down to my cock and engulfed it with such desire.  I was leaking pre-cum and he was getting every drop up.  He then went for my balls as he took one finger in my ass. ” Fuck yeah Luke you sure know how to make a guy fell good.”  Luke said:  “Landon I want to fuck that hot ass of yours.”  “Do it, fuck me Luke.”  

    Luke placed his cock at my entrance and with one push he was buried in my mancunt.  Oh yeah the feeling was incredible as he began sliding in and out of me.  “Fuck yeah, do it, make me yours, mmmmm bury that cock in me.”  He kept hitting my sweet spot and making me crazy with lust for him.  After him fucking me for some time we reversed roles and I fucked him.  We finished off in a 69 and swallowed each others sweet jizz.

    The next day Luke and I went to dinner and exchanged phone numbers and I told him on my next trip to Chicago I would call him for another bathhouse experience.


    Quote For Thought

    “I may not get to see you, I may not get to hold you, but deep in my heart I truly know your the one that I love and can’t let go.” 

  • Revenge for Christmas

    When we arrived back at the house, no one was in sight, but the cries for mercy coming from the end of the bedroom wing on the first floor drew Claude and me down the stairs. We knew what we would find, but we couldn’t help but confirm it.

    Aaron was bound to Hodges’s bed, his arms spread and his wrists tied to the top rung of the heavy-metal headboard frame. His small body was rolled up, with his legs spread and bent as well, and his ankles bound to his wrists on either side. Hodges was knelt between the young man’s thighs, his fists grasping the top rung of the headboard, and his thick, thick, thick cock buried in Aaron’s ass and churning away. What I could see of Aaron’s ass showed that he had been whipped while in that position. Red welts were raised on what I could see of his buttocks, chest, and thighs, and the hand whip was spread out on the bed below where Hodges was fucking the young man.

    Aaron was sobbing and gave little screams when Hodges thrust deep. Still, he was being fucked good, because some of his screams were, “Yes! Yes! Fuck, yes!” Hodges knew how to please his prey as he was ruining him.

    Jason Cohen was bound to a chair across the room from the bed, turned so that he could—had to—watch the whole procedure. It wasn’t lost on me that Aaron’s clothes were neatly folded and placed on another chair. I could easily believe that this had started as fully consensual sex, knowing what I knew about the false innocence of Aaron, but had turned into the revenge fuck Hodges had been after.

    The father obviously had lost the poker game.

    Claude pulled me away from the doorway and down the hall.

    “Go be scarce somewhere,” he muttered. “I have thinking and work to do. Just don’t let Hodges get to you. Nothing will happen until he plays poker with Brandeis again. Find Brandeis and make sure he hasn’t lost you to Hodges already.”

    Claude took off down the hall, and I returned to the bedroom I shared with Art. He was cowering on a chair in the corner. He seemed to almost be in shock. Apparently, it was dawning on him what this Christmas party was all about. I doubt he was worried about me, though. I was just a whore he used and paid for. He was worried for himself. He was afraid of what Hodges might do to him if the man found out I wasn’t Art’s significant other.

    Well, fuck Art. I forced him to let me know that, no, he hadn’t lost me to Hodges in the poker game yet. He did say that Cohen had lost and asked me what was happening in the wake of that. I didn’t answer. I grabbed the Speedo I’d packed and a towel and headed for the pool.

    I don’t know why I went to the pool. That had been where Hodges had found me last night, so it wasn’t a particularly good place to hide from him. But then maybe subconsciously I wasn’t hiding from him. I couldn’t help but think on Aaron crying out “Yes” even while Hodges was using him as hard as he was. As a whore, my senses had dulled to penetration sex. I longed to be used as hard as Arron was being used and still to melt to it.

    I’d been whipped before in sex, and I’d been bound before too. I’d never been bound like Aaron was being bound, though. Something inside me was aroused by that. The arousal wasn’t diminished by the knowledge that it was Hodges fucking the young man with his monster cock.

    Jim, the muscular, hunky masseur, was in the pool area when I got there, and his massage table was up between the side of the pool and the glass wall that looked out toward the heliport.

    “Would you like to have a massage?” he asked.

    I was certainly keyed up enough to need one. I said yes and he bade me to climb up and lie, naked, on my back. I did so. While he was massaging my legs and arms and chest—and cock—I turned my head toward the window at the sound of rotary blades approaching from down in the valley. Claude was standing out on the helipad, which had been cleared of the snow from last night, and was guiding the Eurocopter EC 175 onto the pad.

    “Turn over,” Jim said. I did so, and he started working on my back. It wasn’t long, though, before what he was working on was getting more than one greased finger inside my passage in search of my prostate—and finding it. Once there, he knew what to do with it. I groaned for him and began to pant.

    “Do you want it all?” Jim asked, whispering in my ear.

    “Yes,” I answered. He mounted the massage table, straddled my hips, and penetrated me with his hard shaft. He was leaning over my body, his palms pressed into my shoulder blades, as his pelvis rose and fell on my ass. My channel was well oiled and his cock, although nice, was not that challenging, so he slid inside me easily. He was long, though, and I concentrated on how much depth he was going to achieve before he ejaculated. Could he get to my soft core? Regrettably, the answer was “no.” I wasn’t relaxing enough to give him full depth.

    As he fucked me, I turned my head toward the window again. A gurney was being rolled down a ramp from the first floor and to the helicopter. Aaron was tied to the gurney. His father was staggering behind him. Claude helped the helicopter crew load up Cohen and his son into the helicopter and then guided the bird into liftoff.

    I had been concentrating on that so hard that I didn’t realize that Jim had come and climbed off the table and was giving my back, buttocks, and thighs a deep massage again. The towel underneath me was wet—presumably with my cum. I hadn’t focused on Jim fucking me, but while the gurney was being moved to the helicopter, my mind had pulled up the vision of Aaron being bound to the headboard of Hodges’s bed and the older man fucking him with his monster cock—but in my imagination, it wasn’t Aaron who was bound and being fucked. It was me.

    * * * *

    And then there were three. Hardly a sound was made at dinner. Only Hodges, Art, and I were in attendance. There was no mention of the absence of the Cohens, just as there at been no mention of the no-shows, Cal Tyler and Hugh Devon, at dinner the previous evening. Art was looking like a scared cat. He wasn’t looking at either Hodges or me, though. Hodges was looking at me like he’d like to eat me—and sometimes in a sneery way like he was going to be doing that soon. I didn’t waver in returning his gaze. If he took me hard—if he took me totally to ruin—so be it. I’d go down in flames, in the ultimate fuck. All afternoon as I was hiding in his well-stocked library, I couldn’t get various scenarios out of my brain of my lying, open and vulnerable—and bound and welted from whipping—under him as he was having his way with me. I was hard all afternoon and castigating myself for not appreciating the danger I was in.

    At the end of dinner, Hodges put his coffee cup down in the saucer with a clink as said, “Shall we resume our poker game in the game room, Art?” It wasn’t really a question.

    Brandeis shuddered, but he stood, looking away from me, and followed Hodges out of the dining area.

    When they were gone, Claude materialized. “Go get your things together and bundle up. I’m taking you down the mountain.”

    “I don’t understand,” I said. “The helicopter hasn’t returned. Wouldn’t Lester know—”

    “Lester already knows. I told him this afternoon.”

    “You told him what?”

    “I told him you were an escort from Chicago. That Art Brandeis would give a shit if you were murdered in front of him. That he enjoyed seeing you get fucked in front of him. That you can’t be used to serve Lester’s revenge on Brandeis.”

    “And what did he say?” I knew I should be relieved but emotions were all jumbled up inside me at hearing there was an escape from here—from Hodges.

    “He said I was to go ahead and take you down to Steamboat Springs and put you on an airplane home. That it would be a Christmas present to you. I thought he’d be steamed, but he wasn’t. He seemed almost relieved that you’d be gone.”

    “What about Art?”

    “Let’s not think about Art. Let’s think about you. I don’t think Hodges is going to give up on his need for revenge.”

    “How will be get down to the town? The helicopter—”

    “Snowmobile. You didn’t think that the helicopter would be our only means of transportation, did you? I’ll take you down to town, but we won’t check on flights for a couple of days, unless you insist. It’s Christmas. Bad for travel tickets anyway. I have a small house in Steamboat Springs. If you—”

    “Yes,” I answered.

    He indeed had an A-frame cottage in Steamboat Springs. And, surprise, surprise, there was a fireplace, with a Christmas tree beside it and a rug in front of the fireplace. Not an animal skin; something synthetic. But it didn’t matter. He fucked me on his faux animal skin for two days. But he never once touched me at the soft center of me like Lester Hodges had the morning of Christmas Eve.

    * * * *

    Five weeks later, in Chicago, I hadn’t been contacted by Art Brandeis. In fact, I never heard from him again. I have no idea how Lester Hodges got his revenge on Art. I just knew that he probably had. Hodges was not the kind of man to give up on something he wanted.

    In that time, I had several dreams of Lester Hodges taking me cruelly and testing me to the limit. I couldn’t really call them nightmares, although I probably should have.

    On the last Friday in January, I got a call from the escort agency. I had been requested for a weekend trip assignment—at double my usual fees.

    “Is there a name attached?” I asked.

    “Yes. It’s Lester Hodges. He said something about Christmas in January. Are you available?”

    I swallowed hard, tempted for the opportunity to be totally used, but, somewhat reluctantly, I said, “Sorry, I’m not available for that client.” I might be promiscuous and a risk taker, but I wasn’t an idiot.

    -Fini-


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  • Cum Club

    Forms of combat had fascinated Grant for as long as he could remember. He felt naturally drawn to them, like one is drawn to food when hunger hits. Boxing attracted him, but wrestling even more so. As a teen he loved to do it with his buddies, or with any guy who seemed interested. He became quite a skilled wrestler, good enough to make almost any opponent submit to him. He also became good at what he called “shafting”—making an opponent submit by forcing his cock to ejaculate. First he’d immobilize the guy, usually with a tight hammerlock and head scissors combination, then open his jeans and get down to business. The guy always tried to break free, or at least acted like he wanted to. But Grant would keep him trapped while he wrestled the shaft with some serious squeezing. When he found a major pleasure spot, he’d work on it until he made the guy give up his cum.

    His track record at this was impressive. He especially liked to show off on a victim while one or more buddies watched. That would really anger and embarrass the cock-locked dude, but ultimately he would stop struggling and submit to the pleasure. The observers always waited for the sexy moment when the guy’s arousal surpassed his anger. They’d watch the shaft close-up as Grant squeezed, noting every change in its appearance and trying to predict exactly when the guy would cum.

    If the dude wore a brief and somehow prevented Grant from exposing his cock, that wouldn’t change the outcome. Grant knew how to use the jock to his benefit, pulling the fabric tightly over his cum hole to heighten the pleasure. Seeing a guy soak his brief was a major erotic event for the onlookers. And afterward they got another treat by moving in on the exhausted victim and stripping him. Then someone would invariably take further advantage by sucking on the poor guy’s hyper-sensitive shaft until it exploded again.

    With the passing of time, Grant’s tactics became more extreme. Continually looking for new ways to induce an orgasm, he experimented with unusual pressure techniques and with blows to the cock and balls. His buddies couldn’t handle that. They soon dropped him as a wrestling partner as well as a sex partner. Alone in his late twenties, he worried that he had reached an end. That was when he met Todd.

    Grant didn’t consider him a candidate for anything sexual, because Todd made no secret of his straight status. In fact, he gloried in it, and in his magnificent, nineteen-year-old physique. But Grant did like Todd’s company, and he very much enjoyed eyeing the dude’s large crotch bulges whenever he got the chance. The two had fun talking about tough, masculine sports like boxing and submission wrestling, although they never engaged in it with each other. Until one Saturday night.

    Since Todd had no hot date that evening, he came over to Grant’s place to watch some TV. While scanning channels, Todd stopped at the image of Brad Pitt. He’d found the movie Fight Club—specifically the scene where Pitt and his new buddy stand outside a bar and talk. Although Grant and Todd had each seen the movie before, they
    watched intently, both ready for the moment when Pitt says, “I want you to hit me as hard as you can.”

    When the scene ended, Grant looked at Todd. “Cool, isn’t it.”

    “Totally.”

    Grant continued to stare at the hunky teen. “I want you to hit me as hard as you can.”

    “For real? Like in the movie?”

    “Yeah.” Grant rose from the sofa and waited for Todd to do the same.

    The muscle kid hesitated, then stood and faced Grant. “You sure about this?”

    “Yeah, dude.”

    “Where do you want it?”

    Grant could feel his organ stiffening rapidly. “Hit my dick.”

    “What?” said Todd incredulously.

    “I’ll even help ya out,” added Grant. He opened his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. His hardened tool stuck out prominently in his white jockstrap. “Go ahead, you have an easy target!”

    “Man, are you sure?” asked Todd.

    “Definitely. Hit it.”

    Todd focused on the cock, clenched his fist and turned it loose. When the fist connected, Grant reacted with a deep yell. He leaned forward, grabbing Todd to steady himself.

    “Shit,” said the teen, “I hurt you!”

    “No, no,” said Grant, slowly moving upright again. “I’m O.K.” He gave his cock a rub. “I’ve always wanted to see what that felt like.” He patted Todd on the shoulder. “Thanks, man.”

    The kid shook his head in amazement. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

    “Yeah, but it’s a good hurt, if you know what I mean.” replied Grant.

    Todd looked at the jock. The cock bulge seemed bigger than before.

    “Wanna do some boxing?” asked Grant.

    “Sure, if you’re OK.”

    Grant smiled. “Let’s do it in jocks.” Before Todd could object to the plan, Grant flipped off his tee shirt, followed by the jeans. Then he left the room to fetch two pairs of boxing gloves. When he returned, Todd had stripped off everything except a white brief.

    The sight of the teen’s spectacular, nearly naked physique made Grant’s cock pound with excitement. The kid had an extraordinarily long dick and a basket so big that his brief could hardly surround it. He handed the gloves to Todd, trying not to stare at the dude’s bulging jock.

    The guys had fun sparring with each other. For a while they landed mostly light punches, testing each other’s style. Grant loved mixing it up with a younger partner again, and Todd liked boxing with a guy tough enough to take a direct hit to his cock and then thank him for it! But as their workout continued, the punches became harder. Their bodies began to perspire.

    As Todd pranced around looking for an opening, Grant noticed that the dude’s dick was getting stiff. He suddenly attacked Todd’s abs with a volley of rapid-fire, alternating blows from each hand. The strikes slowed the kid down. Believing Grant had finished the attack, Todd backed away to regroup. Grant surprised him with one final blow, ramming his glove squarely into the kid’s cock.

    “Ah!” groaned Todd, immediately covering the big pole with both gloves. “I guess I should have expected that!” he gasped. “Now we’re even!” he said, smiling slightly.

    “How does it feel?”

    “It’s O.K.” Todd didn’t tell him that the blow had caused more pleasure than pain. A lot more. But Grant could figure that out just by looking at the kid’s eyes—and his cock bulge. He knew there was hope.

    Todd, however, didn’t want to think about his pole, and he didn’t want Grant to think about it, either. So he launched an assault of his own, tearing into Grant with a barrage of blows to the chest and sides. The distraction didn’t work. Grant blocked many of the punches and still managed to steal glances at the kid’s cock. Todd’s brief had become wet with sweat, stretching the cotton and making his enormous tool stand out further than before. Todd began to worry that the brief might be stimulating the shaft by rubbing against it. That increased his nervousness. He didn’t know what to do about it, except to keep fighting and hope that the erection passed.

    It didn’t. His shaft became firmer and anxious to take a more upright position. The same thing happened to Grant’s rod. Although not as long as Todd’s, it definitely caught Todd’s attention. While the guys boxed, the cockhead gradually moved higher inside the jockstrap. Finally its head pushed above the jock’s waistband, proudly revealing itself to the kid.

    “Fuck, look at that thing,” said Grant, referring to his stiff shaft in a voice calculated to convey some annoyance. “Might as well get rid of this jock.” He slipped it off and waited to see Todd’s reaction.

    The kid’s eyelids rose as he viewed all of Grant’s rod for the first time. Grant did have a handsome one. It stood tall, straight, poised like a warrior’s spear, and ready for a fight. Even though Grant’s removal of his jock strongly obligated Todd to follow suit—which is why Grant did it—the kid liked the idea. He almost felt relieved. Now he could get rid of the worrisome brief.

    The buddies returned to throwing punches. As they did, their long poles swung from side to side, quickly reacting to the guys’ dance-like movements. And just as quickly, they returned to an upright position after every swing. The guys’ actions also made their cocks fly forward, then backward, striking their guts again and again. Todd hadn’t thought about that possibility. After all, he’d never boxed naked before. But now he knew that the swinging and gut-hitting had an extremely stimulating effect on his shaft, one that was almost equivalent to jacking it off.

    Still, Todd had an advantage. His long, naked shaft diverted Grant’s attention constantly. Grant often failed to dodge punches because of that. He paid the price. Grant kept trying to measure the shaft in his mind. Could it really be a foot in length? If not, it must be close to that, he thought—at least eleven inches. Then suddenly, blackness blinded him. He felt his body sliding, sinking….

    He opened his eyes to find himself lying on the floor, with Todd on one knee beside him, lightly slapping his face.

    “Talk to me!” said Todd, expressing great concern. “I think I hit you too hard!”

    Grant was dizzy, disoriented. He looked up to see the kid’s massive rod, hanging only a few inches above his left pec. “It’s not too hard, it’s not too hard,” he mumbled, thinking that Todd had just said, “I think my dick’s too hard!”

    Soon he regained his wits. The closeness of the kid’s cock helped to speed him back to reality.

    “Sorry about that, man,” said Todd.

    “No problem,” smiled Grant. He sat up quickly, deliberately bumping into the shaft as he did so. “I don’t even have a headache.” He sprang to his feet. “You ready?”

    Todd raised his gloves. “I can give you more if you want it!”

    “I definitely want more,” replied Grant.

    But this time he didn’t give the kid a chance. Targeting Todd’s long shaft, Grant nailed it with a powerful right hook. Instead of immediately retracting the glove, he kept the cock pinned to the guy’s gut. He pushed Todd against the wall with it. Pressing his left arm across the kid’s neck to keep him there, Grant started to pummel the rock-hard pole with his right hand. He couldn’t stop. He hit the massive muscle repeatedly, driving it again and again into the kid’s gut.

    Todd reacted with loud grunts of shock, stunned by Grant’s sudden attack on his shaft. The blows also began to deplete him of air. He seemed paralyzed, unable to defend his cock. Grant kept at it. He punched the incredibly long pole all over its large surface area, from top to bottom. But he went after the top half in particular, striking the sexy target with no let-up.

    “Ah! No!” yelled Todd. “I give up! I give! You win!”

    Grant called off his attack. But he kept the shaft pressed against Todd’s gut with his glove a few more seconds to gloat over his victory. At last he disengaged and backed away. He held up his right glove and looked at it closely.

    “Hey look,” said Grant with a smile, “I made it bleed!” He showed Todd a hefty trail of white cum that glistened as it clung to the dark leather.

    Todd didn’t know whether to laugh or cry in his embarrassment. He opted to laugh, but added, “You fucker! No more boxing if you’re gonna win that way!” He began pulling off his gloves.

    Grant grinned. “Then how about a little rasslin’? It’s your payback chance—if you’re man enough!”

    Todd looked at him suspiciously as the guy removed his gloves. The kid no longer trusted Grant after what had happened. He also wondered if Grant could be gay. But that idea seemed far-fetched to the teen, who pictured homosexuals as weak, effeminate guys with limp wrists and high voices. Grant’s ultra-muscular body and deep voice didn’t fit that picture in any way, so he dismissed the possibility. “No dirty stuff, man,” he finally said.

    Grant held up his right hand. “Scout’s honor.”

    That satisfied Todd, who flew into his opponent with a renewed desire to whip the tough dude’s ass. He slipped behind Grant with lightning speed and caught him in a full nelson. Todd spread his legs for greater support, then really poured on the pressure. He slowly forced Grant’s neck downward until the guy’s chin pressed against his chest.

    “You little bastard!” gasped Grant.

    “So, whatcha gonna do about it, man?” taunted the kid.

    Grant did nothing about it. First, he wanted the muscleboy to feel that he’d scored a major victory, and second, he liked the sensation of Todd’s big rod against his back. The kid prolonged the agony, applying more than enough pressure to keep Grant imprisoned in the hold.

    “You ready to give?” asked Todd.

    “Fuck you!”

    “You must like the pain,” replied the kid. He widened his stance and tightened the nelson even further.

    His victim groaned, but didn’t submit. Todd continued the torture. A feeling of exhilaration began to take hold of him—the excitement of dominating Grant. Unfortunately for the virile teen, much of that excitement funneled into his shaft. In addition, the long pole began to tingle from its constant contact with his opponent’s back. Ever-increasing amounts of heat radiated from the massive muscle. Grant felt it clearly on his skin. So despite the pain, he didn’t give up. He waited to see what would happen next.

    The kid shook Grant vigorously from side to side with the nelson, hoping to force a submission. “Give, or I’ll snap it!” threatened Todd.

    “Never!” yelled Grant.

    Pleasure began to fill Todd’s pole. Seconds later a spurt of semen ejected from the cum hole. That prompted the kid to change holds quickly, before an orgasm hit him. He put an arm between Grant’s legs, lifted him high off the floor, then brought the guy’s back down across his leg as he dropped onto one knee.

    “Ah!” shouted Grant in pain.

    Todd secured the backbreaker by putting his left hand around the front of Grant’s neck and his right on the dude’s thigh. Applying the hold thrilled him to the core. Even better, his long tool hung free, away from any arousing influences. It twitched occasionally, but that didn’t concern Todd. He could now concentrate on the new hold, determined to make Grant submit. The kid started to push down with both hands, putting the beautiful body in a radical bend.

    “Submit!” demanded Todd.

    “No!”

    The kid put more pressure on the spine. Soon he had Grant in a truly extraordinary and painful position. He waited, convinced that his victim would give up at any moment. But the moment didn’t come. Todd became frustrated. He had delivered as much pressure to the guy’s back as he dared. What more could he do to make him give up?

    He glanced down at his victim’s ballsack. Never having seen a guy’s testicles at such close range before, Todd gazed at them with a special fascination. The large ovals bulged up bravely between Grant’s strong thighs, completely unafraid in spite of their current vulnerability. They looked stiff to Todd, packed with the secret power of Grant’s masculinity and aggression. The skin seemed stretched around each of them like armor. They appeared ready for an attack, or ready to incite one. The kid removed his hand from the thigh and made a fist: he would give them what they wanted.

    Todd grinned to himself as he took aim at the unprotected nuts. This was the only way to beat Grant and he would do it with a single punch. Todd’s eyes examined the balls one last time, almost regretting that his winning maneuver would be overwith so quickly.

    “It’s time for your payback, dude!” announced Todd.

    He clamped his teeth together and hit the ballsack with a sharp, extremely fast blow. The power and pain of it made Grant freeze briefly, then cry out in misery. He instinctively grabbed for his nuts as Todd dumped him to the floor.

    Grant rolled onto his back, intentionally re-exposing his balls and cock to the triumphant kid. Todd moved closer to survey the aftermath of his strike.

    “They look red, man,” he said sarcastically. “I bet they sting, too.”

    “They do, you fucker,” replied Grant. He slowly sat up and eventually took a position on his knees, facing Todd. He carefully pulled the sack forward. “Do you see any damage?”

    When the kid bent down to look, Grant gripped his neck forcefully with a hand and began to press his fingers into it, cutting off the air.

    “Ah!” gasped Todd, aware too late of the trap that Grant had set for him.

    “Now I get my turn, dude,” stated Grant. He coiled an arm behind the kid’s neck and one in front, launching his favorite cobra variation.

    Although Todd had never experienced a sleeper hold, he immediately knew he was in trouble. He tried to push away from Grant, but that only increased the impact of the hold. His eyes flashed in fear. He screamed out a submission, but with Grant’s hand covering his mouth securely, the attempt proved useless. He tapped Grant in desperation, signaling him to stop. When that didn’t work, he stroked the guy’s arms as if pleading with him to release the hold.

    “Hey, I like that strokin’ stuff,” remarked Grant. “Have you figured out yet that I’m gay?”

    Terror now replaced the fear in Todd’s eyes.

    “That’s right, man. And I’m gonna put you to sleep so you and I can have some real fun!”

    The kid tried again to tear himself out of the killer hold.

    “Yeah! I like it when you struggle! But it’s all over, kid. You’re goin’ out!”

    Todd again caressed Grant’s arms, more weakly than before.

    “It’s O.K., dude. I’ll take good care of you.”

    Grant suddenly tightened the sleeper. Terror again flooded Todd’s eyes, but not for very long. The hold had nearly claimed him. His perceptions became cloudy. The kid’s eyelids began to sink lower. They seemed to have enormous weights attached to them. Although Todd fought hard to keep his eyes open, he felt the darkness slowly enveloping him.

    “Yeah, you’re goin’ out, boy.”

    Todd’s strong body twitched, yielding itself to Grant. The muscleboy’s shaft swelled.

    “Your big cock likes this, man. It’s poundin’ against my gut!” said Grant softly. “Can you feel it?”

    The kid groaned something indistinguishable, then the cobra got him.

    Grant didn’t release the hold until he had deposited Todd on the floor. Turning the teen on his side, Grant fastened his wrists together behind him with a length of rope. He marveled again at the massive shaft, which remained fully erect despite Todd’s unconsciousness. He tickled the huge head with a finger. The rod jerked. Grant examined the head’s surface with greater scrutiny. Its rigidity amazed him.

    Todd’s awareness returned gradually. Before he opened his yes, he felt an unusual, intoxicating pleasure in his cockhead. He thrust it involuntarily forward.

    “Yeah, I thought you’d like this,” said Grant, continuing to tease the shaft’s tip with his finger.

    Todd suddenly recognized the voice and opened his eyes. When he saw what Grant was doing, he tried to get away. But with his arms tied and his brain still recovering from the effects of the sleeper, he could only move his body an inch.

    “Your cock likes me, man. How come you don’t?”

    “Because you’re a fuckin queer, that’s why!” shouted Todd.

    “Do you really care who I am?” Grant paused, then added, “Or who you are?” Maybe you’re not ready to deal with that stuff yet.”

    The idea disturbed Todd greatly. He didn’t want to think about it. Could Grant be right? “What are you gonna do to me?”

    “Kid, I’m gonna make you feel better than you’ve ever felt in your life.” He propped Todd up against a wall on his knees. “And I’m gonna teach you about pain.”

    Grant grasped the muscleboy’s shaft. Todd’s body jerked in fear. Grant held the cock steady with his left hand, then started to rub the head’s surface with a fingernail of his right.

    “Ah!” grunted Todd, instantly paralyzed by intense pleasure.

    “See what I mean?”

    “You fucker!” gasped Todd. “I’ll never shoot off for you!”

    Grant smiled. “Yes you will. But first, your big rod wants a workout.”

    Grant gripped the upper third of the tall shaft with his left hand, leaving a little of the cockhead exposed. He wrenched the massive muscle toward him, positioning it for what would follow. Without warning, Grant struck the top of the stiff head with his right fist. Todd cried out as pain shot down his stiff cum tube. Grant hit it again. And again.

    “Stop!” yelled Todd.

    “Remember Brad Pitt?” asked Grant. “Just think of this as our version of Fight Club!”He gave the top of the head three more hard blows.

    The kid begged him to stop. Grant did stop, but only to look closely at the head’s surface. “It looks red, man,” he said, taunting Todd. “I bet it stings, too!”

    “You bastard!” yelled the kid.

    Grant continued to hold the shaft steady inside his left fist and hammer it with more right-hand blows. He felt the rod tighten. As the strikes went on, the muscleboy’s protests became louder—not from an increase in pain, but from a developing pleasure in his long pole. He watched the punches in disbelief, shocked that they could have that kind of an effect on his cock. But they did, and he couldn’t deny it.

    The blows finally ended, bringing Todd a welcome relief. But Grant soon re-gripped the shaft, this time at its bottom. He held the shaft upright with the left hand and brought his fist up close to it, poised for action.

    “No!” shouted the kid.

    Grant struck the center of the giant muscle with a sharp, powerful blow. “Yeah!” roared Grant, drowning out Todd’s cries. He socked the pole again. Although held tightly in place by the left hand, the muscle seemed to flex for Grant. The guy punched it once more. He watched the muscle’s sexy underside swell. The wide, protruding band of flesh in its center, extending the full length of the shaft, began to throb. Grant struck it again. And again. He could clearly see the long protrusion pulse with excitement.

    The blows did something else—they drove pre-cum into the pole, and up it. Continuing punches forced the thick liquid to eject from the head when Grant hit it.

    “Fuck!” cried Todd, realizing that a few more blows would surely trigger an orgasm.

    “You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t ya!” said Grant.

    The frantic kid didn’t respond. His mouth had locked in an open position, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words that Grant wanted to hear.

    Grant hit the pulsing muscle harder. It swelled in ecstasy. “Gonna cum?” he repeated.

    “Yes! Yes, you bastard!” gasped the muscleboy.

    Grant slammed his fist into the shaft with fierce determination. A deep, orgiastic scream erupted from the depths of Todd’s throat. A few seconds later, the first load of delirious semen erupted from the teen’s cock. Grant unexpectedly tore into the shooting shaft with a rapid volley of violent punches. The blows magnified the impact of each ejaculation a thousand times. In fact, they seemed to create each ejaculation. Todd screamed as loudly as he could, but his voice still could not accurately reflect the intensity of the pleasure that he felt.

    Totally electrified and straining in pleasure, Todd startled himself by the words he shouted to Grant: “Hit it again! Hit it again!”

    The kid got his wish. He watched the cum fly out in big spurts as Grant punched away at his pleasure-filled muscle. The sight mesmerized him.

    By the time the explosions ended, cum covered Grant’s fist. Todd’s whole body trembled with pleasure.

    “Oh my god,” gasped the muscleboy. “I never thought….”

    “You never thought it would feel so good?” said Grant, completing the kid’s sentence.

    “Yeah.”

    Grant massaged Todd’s pecs and abs. The kid closed his eyes, enjoying it to the utmost. But soon he felt a new sensation: Grant had started to feel his balls. Upon opening his eyes, he saw both hands inspecting them. He especially noticed Grants’ gaze. It was fixed on his balls with uncanny interest. If this had happened an hour earlier, Todd would have convulsed in anger and fear. But after his fantastic orgasm, he felt more relaxed with Grant. And besides, with his hands still tied behind him, he couldn’t escape anyway. He said nothing while Grant went on fingering his testicles.

    “These are too cool, man,” remarked Grant, checking out the nuts with unwavering attention. He spent considerable time with each one, as if trying to convince himself that a gonad could have such a huge measurement. Yet their unusual hardness impressed Grant even more than their gigantic dimensions. “Fuck, they’re as hard as your biceps, dude!”

    He moved closer and spread the fingers of each hand around a gonad. He started to press his fingers into the balls, but for a minute or so Todd couldn’t feel the change. When he finally did, he thought the sensation was kind of sexy. His shaft, ignoring its massive orgasm of only a few minutes earlier, remained rigid and jerked in pleasure.

    Grant continued to increase the power of the squeeze. The balls now began to hurt. Todd groaned, hoping his buddy would get the idea and go back to working on his cock. But Grant had other plans. His fingers kept tightening around the testicles, endeavoring to break down their stubborn resistance and take complete charge of them.

    “Ah! Fuck!” gasped the kid, never having experienced this much pressure on his balls. “That’s too much, man!”

    But the squeeze became harder. Grant grunted in satisfaction—he had begun to make progress on the tough balls. Todd yelled in pain as he felt Grant’s fingers push deeper and deeper into them.

    “Yes! Yes!” whispered Grant.

    He had always wanted to claw a guy in this way. The excitement of it elevated his adrenalin level to unheard of heights. He rammed the top of his head into Todd’s chest and kept it there. He looked down at the kid’s shaft. It seemed ready to explode again. That possibility gave him another adrenalin rush. Could a ball squeeze make a guy shoot? How much pressure would it take?

    Grant had to find out. He clamped his teeth together and opened his lips wide, as if preparing to feel the pain himself. With a loud growl, he suddenly dug into the huge testicles sadistically.

    “Ah! No! God no!” screamed Todd, throwing his head back in agony.

    Grant screamed also—a deep scream of triumph through his clamped teeth. Maintaining his laser-like surveillance of the kid’s shaft, he saw it begin to move. The already upright rod drew itself closer to Todd’s gut. A feeling of pleasure started to emerge in the teen’s crotch. Despite the terrifying squeeze on his nuts, he spread his legs wide.

    “Yeah! Do it!” urged Grant.

    “I can’t! They hurt too much!” shrieked Todd.

    Grant saw the shaft became darker in color, as though someone were jacking it savagely. He slid his head downward on the chest, stopping only two inches above the kid’s cockhead.

    Now aware of the staggering pleasure that had taken hold of his pole, Todd struggled helplessly as a war of torture and ecstasy raged within him. “Fuck! Fuck!” he shouted, not knowing which would defeat the other.

    Grant applied even more pressure to the big balls. His fingers no longer clawed, they crushed. The kid’s cries began to express incredible pleasure.

    “Fuck yes!” screamed Todd. “Ah—I’m gonna cum!”

    With Grant’s fingers strangling them, the balls had no choice but to give up their juice. Grant opened his mouth. The kid’s cum exploded from the head in fierce squirts, straight up. It struck the back of Grant’s throat like slaps of a hand. Todd heaved and pumped as though it was his first time. Grant released his gonads and swallowed as much of the tall shaft as he could. The kid gasped in pleasure. He closed his eyes and continued to pump, long and hard….

    When Grant untied Todd’s hands, the drained teen collapsed to the floor. He looked up at Grant in awe, still floating in a sea of pleasure. Grant lowered his head, and the lips of the two studs connected. Todd closed his eyes again, savoring the new and powerful feel of a masculine kiss. He hoped it would never end. The teen put his arms around Grant. As the kiss continued, a fresh spurt of pre-cum fired from Todd’s stiff pole.

    Both guys groaned and hugged, not wanting to let go. They rolled over and over and at last came to rest with Grant on his back and Todd on top of him. Grant grabbed the kid’s tight buns with his hands. Todd loved it. While the teen kissed him again, Grant moved his finger to the guy’s butthole and began to massage it. Todd’s cock throbbed and spit out another load of cum. Grant rolled over and maneuvered the kid onto his stomach. He stretched out on Todd’s back. Then he snaked his hands under the muscleboy’s arms. He locked them gently but firmly together behind his neck. “Your favorite hold,” he said.

    Todd grinned and closed his eyes satisfaction. “I gotta tell you about a buddy of mine,” he began. “I think he might like this stuff.”

    “Cool,” said Grant. “Invite him over. What’s his name?”

    “You won’t believe it, man. It’s Tyler.”

    “Like the Tyler in Fight Club?”

    “Yup.”

    “No shit!” said Grant at the surprising coincidence. He adjusted his butt so that his cock rested between Todd’s cakes. “Maybe we should form our own club,” he suggested.

    “Sounds good to me,” replied the kid, undisturbed by the location of his buddy’s tool.

    “What would we call it?” Grant inquired.

    Todd thought for a moment. “Cock Club?”

    “Yeah,” replied Grant. “Or Cum Club!”

    The kid chuckled. “Hey, I like that! Let’s make it Cum Club.”

    “Whatever you want,” said Grant.

    He began to rub his rod back and forth unhurriedly along the muscleboy’s asscrack. Todd could have objected, but he didn’t. The rubbing continued until Grant’s cockhead found the kid’s hole and snuggled against it. Grant gave Todd a kiss on his ear. “Don’t worry—you’ll like this .”

    The kid knew what was coming and felt O.K. with it. “Just go slow,” he whispered.

    That was fine with Grant. His cockhead entered Todd with no resistance. Then Grant started to ease his nine-inch shaft into the hole, a long process that made the muscleboy gasp and want to clutch the sexy body on top of him.

    “Yeah,” sighed the kid as he felt Grant’s push further and further into him. The deeper it went, the better Todd liked it. Questions about straightness or gayness no longer bothered him. He was content simply feeling Grant’s body against his skin, and inside his skin. The teen smiled. His ass tingled with pleasure as the warm spear gradually conquered him.

    He was going to like “Cum Club.”

    (end)

    © Ty Jordan


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