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  • Repairman

    After Sam moved into his home on the top floor of an apartment block, he became fascinated with his neighbours. They occupied the far end unit and he lived next door to them. The six units on each floor were mirror images of one another and Sam, therefore, shared an adjoining bedroom wall with Tex and Gail. They had a very noisy sex life and Sam would frequently hear them cavorting after two a.m.

    Gail worked at a nightclub from six p.m. till two a.m., and after being collected by Tex after her shift ended, the nightly gasp and grunt show commenced. The format of what transpired next door consisted of arguing, followed by slapping, before the inevitable gasps and groans would ensue.

    Ironically, Sam did not mind the noise and would always join in, in absentia, and excitedly masturbate as he imagined what was happening next door.

    Tex and Gail were rough looking, and the buxom Gail had a big butt and huge tits. Gail was unattractive and her short black hair had a purple streak across the middle of her head. Her overdone makeup always gave her a sluttish appearance.

    Tex was a repairman and on his pickup the initials, AHR appeared, which was an acronym for All Home Repairs. Tex was a big guy, with long brown hair that he wore in a ponytail. He had full-sleeved tattoos on his arms and generally wore well-used jeans and scruffy t-shirts. Despite his rough appearance, Tex was good-looking. He had expressive eyes and a beautiful nose. His goatee, however, always looked like it was in need of a good trimming.

    Tex’s left front incisor tooth was so badly chipped and it almost appeared like he had a gap between his top front teeth. Tex’s hands were very large and rough, and the tips of the fourth and fifth fingers on his left hand were missing. One was left in no doubt that he was a blue-collar worker. Tex also permeated a manly hum, resulting from constant visible damp stains under his armpits. Having said all that, there was something very sexy about him, and every time Sam encountered Tex in the passage, Tex’s animal magnetism began to intrigue Sam more and more. This was rather strange, because Tex wasn’t really the kind of guy that Sam would normally be interested in.

    When Sam began experiencing a problem with his kitchen faucet a few weeks later, the matter began to escalate by the day. He was slightly reticent to call on Tex to assist with his dilemma but finally decided to do so, hoping to negate the callout fee that he figured Tex might hopefully forgo.

    After Tex had dropped Gail off at work the following evening, Sam exasperatedly knocked on Tex’s door at six-thirty. Tex was wearing a skanky t-shirt and shorts, as well as being barefoot as he opened the door.

    After Sam explained his situation, Tex surprisingly insisted on following Sam him to his apartment immediately for a closer inspection. In his haste to solve his dilemma, however, Sam had not factored in the homoerotic art that he had hanging in his apartment.

    Upon entering Sam’s home, this oversight by Sam was definitely not missed by Tex, as Tex enthrallingly scanned the living room walls.

    ‘What the hell,’ Sam cogitated after Tex’s arrival, ‘The cat’s out the bag.’

    Next, as Tex evaluated the problem, Sam made a joke about saving on the callout fee, to which Tex merely smiled. After making a quick assessment, Tex said he would return in a couple of minutes.

    Fortunately, Sam had a few beers in the refrigerator and offered Tex one upon his return, in the hope that his hospitality might save him the extra few bucks.

    As Tex went about his work, Sam hovered nearby observing Tex at work. As he did, so he realised that Tex was actually even better looking than he had formerly thought. Tex obviously knew what he was doing because the work progressed seamlessly.

    “Yer look a little tense,” Tex said glancing at Sam, after Tex had completed his task.

    “Really…?” Sam replied, somewhat bewildered.

    “Yeah, I’ve never seen anyone ever visiting you,” Tex stated, matter-of-factly.

    Before Sam could respond, Tex persevered, “Pardon my crudeness, but yer looks like yer in need of a good service.”

    Sam’s flabbergasted demeanour now spurred Tex on even further. “Yer can always tell a gay guy that’s being well serviced from one who ain’t… because they are far less uptight and they have a sparkle in their eyes,” Tex explained, with a challenging look on his face.

    At this point, things had become so bizarre that Sam felt that his knees were about to give way from under him. Grasping at straws and hoping like hell to regain some composure, Sam attempted to introduce a bit of humour to steady the situation.

    “So, are you now about to suggest introducing me to a gay relative or gay buddy of yours?” Sam asked with fake bravado.

    “Nah, yer backside is yer own business,” Tex stated matter-of-factly, nullifying Sam’s question.

    Then, with a salacious grin, Tex again assumed control of the situation.

    “You see… the thang is, gay men need to have their butts serviced, to keep them happy and chilled, just like a female needs her pussy well-serviced,” Tex stated with an air of authority.

    “Oh?” was all Sam could manage, now totally mystified.

    Without missing a beat, Tex now commenced expounding on his theory. “I regularly offer pussy service to my female customers and they love it. Of course, pussy is pussy, so how can I refuse,” Tex stated, in a contemptuous manner.

    Ironically, what would normally have sickened Sam now began to excite him. In addition, Tex’s heady aroma also started overwhelming Sam’s rational thought.

    ‘Jesus… this fuckin’ man is a walking sex-bomb,’ Sam thought as his nostrils began to twitch with horniness.

    “But… what about Gail?” Sam then asked, in a quavering voice.

    After a laugh, Tex answered, “She’s fucking her old boss, buddy, and it won’t be long before she moves out.”

    “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” Sam retorted, feigning sincerity.

    “Why? Can’t wait for the bitch to leave, because that whore is into money,” Tex answered with a derisive guffaw. “I’m tired of her bullshit and the sooner she fucks off, the better,” Tex concluded, decisively.

    Sam just stood there dumbfounded. He had entered a twilight zone and nothing was making any sense to him any longer. ‘Is this straight guy fuckin’ with my head?’ he asked himself.

    After Tex took a final swig of his beer, Sam nervously asked, “How much do I owe you?”

    “Well… there’s no call-out fee as yer mentioned, and with yer being a neighbour and all, I reckon that a barter deal would be appropriate,” Tex said in an overtly butch manner, before running his forearm across his nose.

    “Barter deal?” Sam questioned, now entirely dumbfounded.

    “Sure, I kinda figured that a blowjob will settle yer debt satisfactorily,” Tex pragmatically countered, his eyes now ablaze with horniness.

    “I… umm, would rather just pay you,” Sam stammered, as he began to wonder if this was a trap of some sort, and whether he would end up concussed in his apartment if he took the bait.

    “Nah, I want a blowjob,” Tex countered abruptly.

    Tex then began moving towards Sam and shortly his body was pinned up against the kitchen counter. Then, clamping Sam’s hips, Tex’s mouth began to search for Sam’s lips. Sam initially tried to avoid this, but Tex’s left hand swiftly moved up anchored Sam’s head. As Sam clamped his mouth shut, Tex’s tongue began to move to and fro across his lips. As Sam kept resisting, he had never been more turned on in his life.

    In all honesty, the reality of such an event had never dawned on him before, but much as Sam wanted to fight Tex off, his yearning body let him down and finally, his lips just gave in.

    As Tex’s long tongue explored Sam’s mouth, Sam capitulated to him completely, and when Tex finally released Sam’s lips, he said, “Tex is going to give yer a good fucking. Yer butt is going to be well-serviced when good ole Tex is done with yer.”

    After pulling Sam’s t-shirt up and over his head, Tex’s mouth moved down and suctioned onto Sam’s right nipple. After lolling his tongue on Sam’s tit for a short while, Tex’s chipped tooth began to mistreat Sam’s nipple. The feeling was indescribable and the discomfort was well worth it. As Tex then moved to Sam’s other tit, his hands pushed Sam’s shorts and underpants down. Sam’s other nipple got scuffed as Tex’s rough middle finger also began to stroke his manhole. Sam almost convulsed with pleasure before Tex lifted him in his arms, and carried Sam through to the bedroom.

    Once there, Tex pulled his own t-shirt off, before pushing his pants, and underpants down. As Sam looked at Tex’s dick, his heart almost stopped as she observed the huge uncut schlong swaying from Tex’s hips.

    Then, after placing Sam on his back, Tex mounted the bed on his knees before pushing Sam’s legs backward. After clamping Sam’s thighs with his hands, Tex lowered his torso before suctioning his mouth onto Sam’s rosebud. Tex’s tongue now began snaking in and out of Sam’s butt-hole, before Tex’s chipped front tooth began to rasp at fleshy folds of Sam’s balloon knot.

    Sam had never felt anything so stimulating in his life. After Sam’s hands gripped onto Tex’s head, Tex began to intensify his feverish gnawing. Tex kept up his oral persistence, tantalizing Sam relentlessly. Writhing like a serpent, Sam began to gasp in rapture.

    Next, Tex placed his knob on Sam’s portal before pushing his knob into Sam’s crinkled star. On outstretched arms, Tex now hovered over Sam as his dick attacked Sam’s bum-hole ferociously. As Tex commenced hammering his cock into Sam’s rear end like a man possessed, Sam’s frame surrendered to Tex’s animalistic onslaught in a trancelike state of total rapture.

    Finally, when Tex’s body went into overdrive, Tex yelled, “Are yer ready for my spunk, boy?”

    “Fuck, yes,” Sam shrieked rapturously.

    Tex then delivered a mother-load of jizz into Sam’s snatch as he pummelled Sam’s portal savagely.

    Sam had never been so comprehensively fucked in his life. As Tex’s pungent body collapsed on top of him, Sam groaned with unbridled satisfaction, happy about the brilliant barter deal that he had wisely accepted.

    Sam kept lying on the bed after Tex departed; overcome by the most blissful exhaustion he had ever felt.

    For the following three nights, Sam again listened to the nightly noises from next door. There was a touch of despair within him as he feared that his experience with Tex might have been an aberration. What was most disappointing was that Tex had not even spoken to him at all.

    In the early hours of Sunday morning, however, things were surprisingly subdued next door. At around nine that morning, as Sam stood in his kitchen looking out of the window onto the back parking area, as he sipped his coffee he observed Tex and Gail on the way to Tex’s pickup with a number of suitcases in hand.

    Less than thirty-minutes later, Sam heard a knock at his front door, and when he opened the door, Tex was standing there with a smile on his face.

    “I’ve got rid of the bitch,” he said, before concluding, “I’ve just dropped her off with the boss she’s been fucking.”

    Sam barely got a chance to respond before Tex told Sam to get his keys and follow. Excitedly, Sam did as commanded.

    The apartment next door was like a pigsty. Bottles and dirty laundry lay scattered about, and worst of all there were overflowing ashtrays in the lounge. As Sam stood looking and somewhat stunned, Tex uttered, “She was a lazy bitch who didn’t know how to care for her man.”

    Without pause, Tex then began removing his shorts, underpants, and t-shirt, before herding Sam through to the bedroom. Upon their arrival in the bedroom, Sam’s clothes were pulled off his body before he was flung onto the bed on his stomach.

    “Yer repairman needs some serious fucking,” Tex exclaimed, as he mounted Sam’s body. Tex wasn’t interested in any chitchat and shortly Sam was clamped in his pungent embrace, as Tex’s impatient knob immediately laid claim to Sam’s arse. As he humped Sam’s body, he began to grunt like a happy hog at his food trough, and soon Sam felt like he had hyper-bunny going ballistic on top of him. Tex was a total fuck-machine.

    Tex’s huge cock was giving Sam exactly what he had needed and Sam’s second service was pleasing him beyond comprehension. Sam was now totally addicted to Tex’s knob, and he instinctively knew that he was most probably crossing the threshold to a new dawn of sexual enslavement.

    After a short while of solid fucking, Tex lifted off him before explaining that as they were now in the corner unit, being noisy wasn’t a problem. Any confusion that Sam had about this pronouncement was soon sorted out when Tex began spanking his arse vigorously.

    “You have to know your place, boy,” Tex admonished, as Tex continued solidly whacking Sam’s arse. After an initial shock, Sam began to feel a tsunami of lust overwhelm his body as Tex’s arm swayed two and fro like a metronome.

    Deliberately adding to the drama, Sam loudly begged for mercy as his cheeks reddened.

    When Tex’s strikes abated a short while later, Tex’s stumped fingers entered Sam’s backside and plundered his pucker. Tex’s animalistic grunts further excited Sam as Tex’s fingers continued to ransack Sam’s butt-hole.

    Next, Tex then replaced his fingers with his dick and commenced manically pummelling Sam’s arse.

    After lowering his torso onto Sam’s body, Tex’s fingers began tweaking Sam’s tits. Ultimately, after moving his one hand downward, Tex commenced squeezing Sam’s dick and balls frenziedly. Sam was so overexcited at this point, that his cock erupted like a breached dam wall as his body shuddered uncontrollably. Sam had never orgasmed so intensely before.

    When Sam finally felt Tex’s body lifting off him, Tex then issued his next command.

    “Turn over.” Once he had done so, Tex nestled himself straight back onto Sam’s body. Sam was astonished that Tex’s knob was still rock-hard as it snuggled between his thighs. Moments later, Sam’s legs were lifted before Tex’s cock once more burrowed into his backside.

    ‘I could get used to this,’ Sam gleefully ruminated, as his next service got underway.

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  • The Inner Room

    For Franz

    There must have been four dozen of us. All males, of course. We were lined up around the perimeter of a barren room facing the walls. We were naked. The room was cold.

    Upon arrival at the facility we’d each turned our clothes in and been given two plastic chopsticks. Someone joked, “We’re having Chinese!” After that we were led in groups of four into a side room staffed by an equal number of technicians wearing white labcoats and rubber gloves. Each of us was told to hand over our pair of chopsticks and bend over and put our hands on our knees. This room was quite warm. In fact I almost immediately started to perspire.

    Each of the technicians then reached under and pulled our testicles back behind our legs, clamped them between the two chopsticks, banded the ends and let them snap against our flesh. The chopsticks, our balls protruding from them, were now perpendicular to our cracks, and just below them where buttocks meet thigh-tops. The arrangement was very secure. Someone in my group asked “Why chopsticks?” and his male technician replied, “Why not? They’re the ideal solution. Why go out and manufacture something when it’s already readily available? Besides, they’re dishwasher safe and can be used over and over.”

    “Yeah, for lunch,” my cohort cracked.

    After each of us had been trussed up we were made to line up in a hallway outside a distant door. We were instructed not to speak to one another. I obeyed; many others did not. The common thread in their conversations was:

    “How did you come by your low-hangers?” And, “How long have you been stretching?”

    To the uninitiated the lab’s ad would have seemed mostly cryptic: “Seeking men of any age with low-hangers. Stretchers welcome. $100 for three hours’ work.”

    Another set of technicians in labcoats, however only two this time, led us through the door at the head of the queue into a barren room. The cold room, we would come to call it. We were made to put our hands on our hips with our elbows protruding and space ourselves accordingly. The rectangular room contained a second door, this one in the far wall as you entered, in a wall perpendicular to the main doorway. This second door ended up just to my right, meaning I had a colleague two elbow length’s away to my left, but none on my right. This man stood a door-width away, was my age and good-looking. I wondered if he felt the same about me.

    We were instructed by one of the technicians, who held a tablet in his hand, to remain in position facing the wall and not to move. Once again we were directed not to speak. “Be patient,” he advised. “This may take some time.”

    The man to my left, who appeared to be in his sixties, proved quite chatty, and irreverent. He was the same one who’d made the crack about Chinese food out in the hallway when we first turned in our clothing. As soon as the technicians left the room he said:

    “So let’s see. They got all these chopsticks. They got all these pairs of balls. What’s next, testicle soup? Can’t you see them floating in it?” he laughed.

    I kept silent; did not take the bait. For all I knew the man was a plant. What if they paid you your hundred dollars only on condition you obeyed the rules, endured the pain, the numbness, faced the wall, kept silent? He went on:

    “And what’s the deal with the temperature. It’s like a meat locker in here. First they stick you in a room that’s hot as a sauna then they put you in here.”

    Someone else nearby said, “Yeah. And we’re the meat.”

    “And what’s the point of this anyway? Binding our balls up with chopsticks? It doesn’t make sense.”

    I whispered, to my left: “I really don’t think we should be talking.”

    The elderly man once again laughed. “Fuck that. What’re they gonna do punish me? They already have. Face the wall and don’t talk? Reminds me of detention in the seventh grade.” He went on: “It’s a free country. What’re they gonna do, not pay me my hundred bucks? Cause I talked? Fuck that. Give me my clothes back and I’ll be outta here in five minutes.”

    “Me too,” someone agreed.

    A nervous voice from off to my left offered: “I heard a rumor they’re going to inject our balls with something.”

    “Fuck that. Just try it. I’m outta here.”

    But the man next to me didn’t move. He fell silent. I was relieved.

    Moments later the man to my right, a door-width away, said: “So what’s through this door here?”

    “That’s where they take you next,” someone to his right replied.

    “Maybe that’s where they keep the syringes,” the nervous voice said from down the way.

    “Fuck that. I’m outta here.”

    “I think they’re gonna pick the ones of us with the biggest balls.”

    “Well that won’t be me!” I surprised myself by blurting.

    Someone hushed us. “Shhh!”

    “Oh fuck that. It’s a free country.”

    The handsome guy to my right said, “I’m curious. I wonder if it’s unlocked. I’m gonna try it.”

    Through clenched teeth I advised: “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

    “Why not? It’s like the guy says. What’s the worst they can do? Not pay us our hundred measly dollars?”

    “Well I happen to need that money!” someone said.

    “Well keep your trap shut then!” replied the man to my left. “Jesus, what a bunch of ‘fraidy cats…”

    To my dismay the good-looking man on my right moved over next to me and tried the silver doorknob. It turned. He opened the door. Went in.

    “What’s in there?” someone asked.

    “Nothing,” the reply. “It’s just a smaller version of that room,” meaning the one the rest of us were in. “It’s warm in here, though.”

    I leaned to my right; dared to peer in. The man smiled at me. He was getting an erection. He had a beautiful, upcurving cock with a rosy head. It was the perfect cock, to my way of thinking. He beckoned me forward saying, “Come on in. It’s warm in here.”

    Against my better judgment I stepped to my right; then forward. I entered.

    The room was not just warm—much warmer than the outer room—but had a kind of aura about it I cannot quite explain. The closest to it I can come is saying that the room was like leaving behind a chilly beach at dawn and wading into warm ocean waves—warm as a bath—as the sun rose in a spectacular, variegated display in front of you. It invited you in; it was like a warm embrace.

    I too, as soon as I was inside the room, began to get an erection. It seemed to be catching. My new friend, seeing it, reached out, as I did for his.

    Our naked bodies came together. We embraced. We kissed. He pushed his tongue into my mouth. I reciprocated. Our hands roamed over each other’s firm flesh. Naturally, we each felt compelled to reach low and feel the tight genital knot behind our thighs. He said:

    “Let’s make love.”

    I said: “Where? Here? Now?”

    “Why not?” he shrugged. He left me behind briefly to close and lock the door. We were alone now. The other poor freezing souls were shut out.

    “There’s a mat,” he said, pointing. It was grey like the floor. I hadn’t noticed it. It was the kind of narrow mat people did exercises on or performed yoga. “We can lie there. Let’s suck each other. We can do 69.”

    I was thinking about my—our—poor tortured balls. “We’ll have to lie on our sides.”

    “So?”

    My new friend led me to the mat, which was flush against the back wall. He lowered himself first—carefully. If he’d landed on his buttocks for some reason the pain would have been excruciating. He might have ruptured a testicle.

    The image of the man’s joke about a soup with floating testicles crossed my mind. I followed my friend’s lead, though lowering myself on my left side, in the opposite direction. There was barely room for two of us on the narrow mat.

    “It’s as if they put it here for us,” my friend said.

    “I just hope we don’t get into too much trouble.”

    “You worry too much,” he advised, before taking my penis in his mouth.

    I took his in mine, grasping the beautiful thing by its base, my hand in his golden pubic hair curls. I sucked him, eagerly, his flesh warm and delicious. I no longer cared what trouble might await us. This moment was just too wonderful. It was exquisite.

    I came first, quickly, surprising him. “I wasn’t expecting that,” he smiled, wiping his mouth on the back of a hand after swallowing my semen.

    For my part, I had a new experience. For the first time in my life I didn’t lose interest—interest in sex, interest in my partner—the second the last drop of sperm left my body. I kept sucking him with renewed eagerness, coupled with feelings of gratitude and, even, the first stirrings of love. Was there a chance we could continue seeing each other after the experiment? Become boyfriends? Marriage partners even? Was I, as always, getting ahead of myself?

    He finally came and I swallowed, his semen both copious and sweet. I was reminded at that instant of the coconut sprinkles my mother used to put on top of her ambrosia when I was a child.

    The sweet aroma filled my nostrils, filled the air after I pulled my mouth away.

    “Thank you for that,” I said.

    “For what?”

    “That treat.”

    “What about my treat? Thank you!”

    I found myself growing suddenly weary. Was it the heat in the room, the dry heat? Was it because all the tension I’d felt had been released when I ejaculated in my lover’s mouth? He must have been experiencing the same feelings of exhaustion, of weariness, because we both soon fell asleep, our heads resting on each other’s thigh.

    I awoke from a dream. The most wonderful but odd and querulous dream.

    I raised my head, blinked. No, I had not been dreaming. I was in a narrowly rectangular room lying on a mat with a lovely man’s naked body next to mine. I’d drooled on his supporting pillow of an inner thigh.

    I rose up momentarily forgetting about the torture device enclosing my poor testicles. They were numb but the rest of my body was not, and the pain from sitting on them shot all the way up to my throat.

    “Jesus!” I cried.

    As I quickly rolled onto the safety of my knees my lover stirred beneath me. “What’s wrong?” he frowned. Though even when frowning he was beautiful.

    “My…this…thing we’re wearing!”

    My lover rose up on an elbow. “This is ridiculous, you know that.”

    “What?”

    “That we’re still wearing this…contraption. Here, I’ll take yours off. Back up a bit. Then you can remove mine.”

    “You think we should?”

    “At this point I don’t give a fuck. Do you? They can have their experiment. They can have their hundred dollars. Fuck it.”

    My lover was beginning to sound like a younger version of the old guy who’d stood to my left in the outer room. The one with the huge balls.

    Releasing my purplish testicles from the vise of the chopsticks had the effect of lifting me to my feet. Not literally. I was still kneeling. The sense of relief, however, made me feel like I was levitating all the way to the ceiling. There was an eye above. Circular. A black half-moon. Presumably an all-seeing one. I hadn’t noticed it before. Or had it, somehow, only just appeared? Popped through an opening while we slept?

    “Christ,” I said.

    “What?”

    “They’ve been watching us.”

    “So? They got to see some X-rated action then. Hope they enjoyed it.”

    “We’re screwed.”

    “Fine. They’ll come in, throw us out. So what? I don’t know about you but I got a very pleasant blowjob out of the deal.”

    My lover was an eternal optimist, it seemed. I, on the other hand, was a perpetual worrier. Nevertheless I said: “Roll over, sweetheart. And I’ll remove your…thing.”

    “Sweetheart?” He seemed to find this amusing—up until the point his balls were liberated and he, just as I had done moments before, rose metaphorically off the mat toward the heavens. The room’s white ceiling at any rate.

    We both stood up. We stretched.

    “What time is it?” I asked.

    “Beats me.”

    “I feel like I was asleep for hours.”

    “I feel like I was asleep for ten minutes.”

    “Really?”

    We were so different, he and I. If we ever made love I realized, real love, he would take the role of the top and I the bottom. I was fine with this. I relished this thought.

    He went over to the door and turned the silver knob, unlocking it. He opened the door. The outer room was empty. There was not a trace of the four dozen or so men who’d recently occupied it.

    I watched as my lover walked to the outer door and tried the knob.

    “It’s locked. From the outside. We’re fucked.”

    He banged on the door. Twice.

    There was no reply; not a sound.

    “Well…,” he said, leaving behind the cold room for the warm one, where I still stood, “they’ll come and get us eventually.”

    “What makes you think that?”

    He pointed at the ceiling, the black eye. “They know we’re in here. They’ll probably make us sweat for awhile.”

    “Why?”

    My lover shrugged. “Who knows? We may’ve ruined their fucking experiment.”

    “What was the experiment, exactly?”

    “You’ll have to ask them. When they come for us.”

    Ever the pessimist, I had doubts they ever would. I was hungry; famished. I hadn’t eaten breakfast before I left for the lab. My only sustenance that day had been the tablespoon or so of sweet semen my lover had deposited in my mouth.

    I looked down. He was getting hard again. So was I. There was something instantly magical about this room. It was like a fairy tale set in a small, bleak, barren, minimalist enclosure.

    “Too bad there’s no lube,” my lover smiled, “or I’d fuck you.”

    “I’d like that,” I said.

    “Some other time.”

    “I’ll hold you to that.”

    All we had was the thin mat, and each other. “At least this time we can do 69 the proper way,” he said. “Why don’t you lie down on the mat and I’ll get on top. Or we can do it the other way, I don’t care.”

    I lay down in response, and looked down the half-length of my slender body. My penis was standing straight up. He took it in his mouth even as I, pulling myself up by his firm buttocks, took his in mine.

    I had better stamina this time but I still came before him. We switched positions. It was so much easier to suck his erection this way. I became aware of my head’s furious, bobbing motion. It seemed rather comical. If it’s possible to smile while sucking a man’s cock, I smiled. Eye in the ceiling or no eye, it was wonderful.

    The volume of his sweet cum seemed less this time, which was to be expected. Afterwards we sat next to each other on the mat, our legs drawn up.

    “My balls ache,” he said. I looked down. They were slack now and lay on the mat. His sack seemed almost liquid. A puddle of balls. A not-quite entirely deflated balloon.

    “From the chopsticks?”

    “That too,” his reply.

    Mine also ached. The pressure of the sticks, which had flattened our sacks out like the thinnest of dough under a roller, had left a mark on the skin, one darker, redder than the surrounding, enclosing, stretched flesh, which otherwise was returning to its natural pinkish-brown color.

    “You have beautiful balls,” I said.

    He shrugged.

    I moved closer. Put my arm around him. He seemed slightly distant. I kissed his left cheek. “I think I’m in love.”

    He pulled away; laughed. “I know you’re in love with sucking my cock.”

    “It’s more than that. This has been something special.”

    “It’s been different, that’s for sure. Too bad there’s no lube or I’d fuck you.”

    I had a sense of déjà vu. Like a needle stuck in an old-fashioned phonograph record, a phrase or lyric repeating itself. It felt creepy. I played along.

    “I would like that.”

    “Maybe some day.” Adding, “When we’re out of here.”

    “But for me, with you,” I said, “it’s more than just about sex.”

    “What else do we have in a place like this?”

    “We have each other.”

    “Don’t go getting all mushy on me,” my lover said.

    “You seem down.”

    “No. I’m just wondering what happened to all the others, that’s all.”

    I thought about the man in the outer room, earlier, the nervous one, who’d speculated they were going to stick hypodermics in our testicles. I passed a shiver.

    “You cold?” he asked.

    “In here? Never.”

    He kissed me suddenly, violently, on the lips. We turned to face each other, our legs entangling. We necked. We caressed each other’s bodies. Incredibly, we were both getting hard again.

    This was better than sex, however. Far more intimate than blowjobs or fucking. This was passion. It was tender and sweet. I thought: He likes me!

    We were still kissing, like bedazzled, horny teenagers in the back of a car, we were kissing obliviously, no cares in the world aside from each other…when the door to the outer room opened and a cart on wheels rolled in.

    The door slammed.

    “What the…?”

    My lover jumped up and I followed. He tried the door. It was locked again. “Fuck!” he shouted. He banged on it, to no avail.

    On the tray, which was aluminum and had two levels, the lower one empty, were three silver platters with ornate, handled domes covering them. While my lover banged on the door and cursed, I lifted the nearer lid.

    On the oval platter were club sandwiches, cut small, bags of chips, two cookies in cellophane, a can of soda and a bottle of juice.

    I lifted the middle platter’s lid. The contents were the same.

    “What the fuck is this?” my partner asked, turning impotently from the door.

    “Food,” I replied, welcoming it. You can only survive on kisses and blowjobs so long.

    He lifted the third lid. He laughed, grudgingly. It started as a snicker and rose to a taut belly-laugh. “They read our minds!” he said.

    There was nothing on the tray but a boxed tube of lubricant.

    “It’s a joke, right?” I speculated.

    “They’re fucking with us.”

    “Or listening to us.” It was odd. Now I sounded like the optimist and he the pessimist.

    “It’s freezing in here,” my naked lover said, crossing his arms.

    There was one other thing on the tray: a note, a printed card, black on white. It read:

    “Congratulations! You are the only two who properly deduced the purpose of our experiment. Please return your chopsticks to the tray so they can be reused. When you reenter the Inner Room you will discover that by pushing on the wall to your left it will open to reveal another Inner Room. This one contains a bed—one—a closet and shower and toilet. Feel free to avail yourselves of these amenities. Your meals will be served twice daily. Enjoy your stay!”

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  • Jeff, the Kilted Groomsman

    The next morning, I had driven to the gym and started my cardio warm-up. It was at the Downtown Gym & Fitness where Mikey and I used to get MMA classes. I hadn’t been here for quite some time. Mikey still went to this gym for regular workouts, which is why we had decided to meet here. It just happened to also have boxing bags and a ring.

    “Hey dude, you’re early!”, Ben walked in, smiling brightly.

    “Hey, good morning”, I said, happy to see him.

    In his white T-shirt and black shorts, he was looking rather good.

    Ben joined me on the stationary bicycles and we discussed our workout routines. We never worked out together before, even though we had known each other for a while. He said he’d had the same workout buddy for quite some time, some guy Stephen he went to college with. I mentioned working out with Mikey before, back when we did MMA training together.

    Slightly later than agreed, Mikey walked in with Jeff. Despite their drinking from last night, they both looked pretty good this early in the morning. Jeff wore a white tanktop and some red shorts. His shoulders and arms looked so muscular.

    “H-how are you this morning, Jeff?”, I asked.

    The last I had seen of him was when he stumbled into his hotel.

    “I’m OK, actually!”, he said, smiling, “I don’t remember everything but I’m sure it was fine… right?”

    As Jeff and Mikey also started getting their cardio on, I hoped Jeff had forgotten about challenging me to a fight the night before. Even though I felt confident I would be able to beat him, I preferred to avoid it all together. I hated admitting it to myself, but despite all of his jabs at me and my sexuality, I was starting to develop a crush on Jeff. I liked him. And this wasn’t going to be sparring for practice, he wanted an actual fight. I knew I would be hesitant to show my best if it were to come down to it.

    I decided to just go ahead with my workout. I noticed Jeff had taken off his tanktop and was using one of boxing bags. I let my eyes go over his hairy upper body and I could feel myself salivating.  He was really going at it.

    “Done with your set?”, I heard from my left. It was Ben. “Or just getting distracted?”

    He winked at me. I laughed it off, but I felt caught at the same time. I handed over my weights to him, and glanced back at Jeff. He was standing there in just his red shorts and gave me a nod. I nodded back. He motioned for me to come over, which I did.

    “Do you wanna go for a few rounds?”, he asked.

    “Let’s not”, I started, “we can do some sparring if you like?”

    I saw a cocky smile appear on his face.

    “Awww. Are you getting scared, gay boy?”

    Despite the developing crush, I felt myself getting angry.

    “OK, you know what? You’re on!”

    Jeff laughed and shook my hand.

    I prepared on one of the boxing bags, only getting myself more riled up. Jeff disappeared and suddenly came back in blue squarecut trunks and blue boots. He hadn’t forgotten at all, he had brought gear. Any earlier hesitation was vanishing from my mind. I was ready to beat his pretty face and just to teach him a lesson in general.

    Ben and Mikey stood outside of the ring and watched intently, excited for what was about to happen. I looked at Jeff as he stretched in the ring. His squarecuts left little to the imagination. It’s possible he was trying to distract me. But it was not going to happen.

    When Mikey gave the signal, the match was on. I let Jeff come to me. He exuded arrogance. I avoided his first punch. And a second. Finally he landed one on my shoulder and he bent sideways to punch me in the ribs. I felt the pain go through my upper body, but I didn’t show anything.

    “Come on Amir!”, I heard from outside the ring.

    I felt fired up. I took initiative and kicked Jeff in the leg, twice in a row, and then another kick in the ribs. I could tell he felt winded. We circled each other some more and I could see his cocky smile fading. There was some more back and forth. Jeff was an excellent fighter with many moves. With his long limbs it was easy for him to hit or kick me. But it was clear he was surprised by my defense skills and tenacity.

    Meanwhile, I was anticipating. The sideways bend for a punch in the ribs. I knew he would try it again. It took longer than I had counted on. But there it was. Once again right after a jab to my shoulder. He was close enough. I was able to strike him in the hip, causing him to double over. I punched him in the back of the neck, knowing it had the potential to knock his lights out.

    Jeff’s body fell face first to the mat. He didn’t move. There was silence in the gym. I kicked his shoulder to let his body roll over. His body was completely limp. His eyes had rolled up and his jaw was relaxed. I had knocked him unconscious. I didn’t feel any guilt. Ben and Mikey looked on in silence, shocked. I squatted down beside Jeff’s body to check his eyes and his breathing. He would soon come around.

    Mikey had entered the ring out of concern. I sat Jeff up to rub his neck, hoping to get his circulation going.

    “Where did you learn to do that?”, Mikey asked me, confused but in awe.

    “I taught myself.”

    Jeff eventually woke up, slightly dazed. Eventually he was able to stand up and walk out of the ring himself. Ben approached me.

    “Well done”, he said, winking.

    In the locker room, Jeff congratulated me on beating him. Yet he seemed confused as to what exactly happened. I gave him a short explanation about pressure points, but he remained confused.

    In the afternoon I saw everyone again for the rehearsal ceremony and rehearsal dinner. We all had dressed quite formally, but none of us were in our wedding outfits. I saw Jeff in khaki slacks and again a checkered shirt. He looked hot as hell.

    We ran through the ceremony, for which I as the best man had an important role. Also at the rehearsal dinner, I learned when I got to give my speech. For the rehearsal I kept it simpler and I didn’t give away what I would say the following day.

    After the rehearsal dinner, Jeff came up to me.

    “Hey”, he said.

    “Hi! How are you feeling?”

    “I’m… I’m fine, thanks. I just wanted… I wanted to apologize to you.”

    I was surprised.

    “About what?”

    “I was… teasing you. About your sexuality. Pretty much from the second we met. I’m sorry. You’re the first gay person I’ve met. I just didn’t… I was being an asshole.”

    I smiled. Living in Miami, I couldn’t imagine I was the first gay person he’d met. Possibly the first person he was aware of. But even that seemed unlikely.

    “I appreciate it that, man!”

    It was all I could think of to say. I gave him a pat on the shoulder and walked away.

    The next morning I skipped out on the gym, even though Mikey had asked me to go earlier. But today was going to be a long day and I gladly took the extra hour of sleep. Also, I wanted to avoid the possibility of a rematch or any awkwardness. Jeff had suddenly been much nicer to me, which I guessed was good, but there was still something weird, and I wasn’t sure why.

    I drove to the 912 Regency Plaza hotel with my outfit in the backseat. I was quite interested in how it would feel to wear the kilt for the entire day. I went up to the room Mikey had texted me the number for. Ben, Jeff and Mikey were all there. We all hugged each other, realizing how special the day was.

    Mikey’s room was quite large, with some sofas and comfortable chairs. The perfect place for a groom to prepare. No-one was in their official outfit yet. Mikey had bought us a bottle of whisky each to thank us and we had a drink to loosen us up. Mikey’s parents also showed up and Ben, Jeff and I left the room to give them some space.

    “Let’s start this day of dress-up then, shall we?”, Jeff proposed, as he took us to his room.

    Jeff had a nice room with two king beds.

    “I’m presuming we’re all drinking at the reception, so you are more than welcome to crash here”, he said.

    That made me happy, as I did kind of count on not having to drive back.

    “Unless you’ll be hooking up with the maid of honor”, Jeff said in Ben’s direction.

    He then turned to me.

    “Or, you know, whoever.”

    I chuckled.

    One by one we went into the bathroom to put on our kilts and suits. Both Ben and Jeff looked amazing. Even though socks had to be pulled up high, their hairy, toned knees were on display. I made sure I had the ring and my speech in my jacket pocket and left the rest of my stuff in Jeff’s room. I figured I’d decide later if I’d take him up on his offer of sleeping there.

    We walked back to Mikey’s room and he had also gotten dressed completely. Mikey was still fixing his hair and the rest of us sat around and had a second glass of whisky. I sat across from both Ben and Jeff, who shared the sofa.

    Ben sat with his legs spread, causing the little bag on his crotch, called a sporran, to push down the kilt. His beautiful thighs were on display. But he wasn’t the one grabbing my attention.

    Jeff was moving around more, sitting in different positions. He nervously pulled his kilt down each time, but I could have sworn I saw a glimpse of his balls at one point. I tried not to keep staring, but it was quite difficult. The more whisky he drank, the looser Jeff’s hips became.

    Conversation was about the women in the wedding party. Demi’s sister, Bella, was the maid of honor and her best friend Katrina was one of the bridesmaids. It was discussed who was hotter. I remained silent throughout the discussion.

    Then the time was finally there. We had to go downstairs and get ready for the ceremony. Jeff got up from the sofa and all of a sudden I saw everything. His genitals were a beautiful pink, shaved completely. A long, thick cock and large balls. It was only a second but I had the mental image for quite some time. I had immediately gotten rock hard and didn’t want to get up. My cock was already pushing up my kilt and I feared standing up would make it even more noticeable. But there was no avoiding it. Fortunately, thanks to the sporran, it wasn’t as noticeable, and I was able to walk it off as the four of us went to the elevator.

    The ceremony was beautiful. Everything went off without a hitch. It was great to see Mikey and Demi get married, it was obvious how happy they were with each other. We were very fortunate with the weather as well, temperatures reached 84 degrees (29 Celsius). There were some clouds in the sky, but it remained dry. There was a slight wind, but none of the kilt-wearing men had any issues.

    After the ceremony, the entire wedding party stayed to have photos taken. I noticed Jeff kept hanging around me, touching my shoulder, my arm, or my back, with a short comment.

    “You did a great job up there, man!”

    “Aren’t you loving these kilts? It’s like a Free Willy situation”

    “Did you see anyone to go after during the reception?”

    I’m sure he meant well, trying to make it up to me, but it confused me above all.

    At dinner, I gave my speech. I stuttered a little at first, but after my first joke got a good laugh from the guests, I got into it and everything went smoothly. As the best man, during dinner I was seated with Mikey’s family and Ben and Jeff. Now that my speech was over, I decided I had deserved some drinks. I realized how stressed I had been this last week and the drinks kept coming. I started to relax and have a good time.

    After dinner there was dancing. I soon enough realized how awkward dancing was while wearing a kilt. So I needed a few more drinks before I could let loose. I noticed Demi’s sister coming up to me at the bar and we talked a little. Soon enough, the bridesmaids joined us and I was surrounded by women. They wanted to know if I had a girlfriend. When I mentioned I was gay, they seemed thrilled. Yet when Ben and Jeff also came up to the bar, they got all of the attention.

    Especially Ben had a way with the women and soon enough he was dancing with Katrina. Jeff tried it on with Bella, but she soon said she had to go to the bathroom and two bridesmaids followed her. This left me at the bar with Jeff. He downed his drink and looked at me. I could tell by his eyes he had been drinking too much, not unlike two nights ago.

    “Hey man”, he said, “you were real funny before. Good job.”

    He put a hand on my chest and then grabbed my shoulder.

    “Do you want another drink?”

    “Sure”, I said.

    I felt intoxicated enough to go to the dancefloor and Jeff followed me. The odd feeling off my cock and balls swinging back and forth as I danced was something I got used to. Jeff was thinking along the same lines as he got closed to me and said, “Dancing like this feels great!”

    And even though it hadn’t entered my mind all day, I suddenly thought back to seeing Jeff’s cock earlier that day. I remembered he looked beautiful down there. I smiled as I watched his drunken attempts at dancing. He had been trying to get closer to me all day, possibly wanting to make amends. Maybe we could even become friends.

    I turned to get closer to him, so I could speak over the music.

    “Hey man, I just wanted to say it was fun getting to know you this weekend.”

    He looked at me in surprise.

    “Really? You don’t hate me?”

    I laughed.

    “No!”

    He clenched his fist in the air as an expression of joy.

    “All right!”

    He gave me a hug.

    “We should drink to this!”

    Jeff ran off to the bar and came back with two drinks. It was a very strong drink, but I did end up drinking it.

    I saw Jeff trying it on with some girls again, but he was way too drunk at this point and got shot down. He returned and danced with me instead. Ben I had lost all sight of, until I suddenly spotted him in the men’s restroom.

    “Hey!”, he said, “Having a good time?”

    “Absolutely”, I said.

    “Hey, did Jeff apologize to you in any way?”

    “Oh, yeah, that’s all fine now.”

    “OK, cool. Wasn’t sure if he’d listen to me.”

    It may have been the drink, but I felt it was quite a touching gesture on Ben’s part.

    “Thanks, man”, I said, as I hugged him.

    “No problem!”, he said as he looked in the mirror to fix his hair.

    “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take a look at that Katrina’s room.”

    I laughed.

    “Enjoy!”

    When I walked back to the dancefloor, I didn’t immediately see Jeff. It was getting kind of late, it was possible he had gone upstairs and gone to sleep. I noticed Mikey, Demi, Bella and the bridesmaids in the seating area and walked over to them. Bella and one of the bridesmaids were standing over someone sitting down. Mikey was standing a little further away, laughing. Demi was sitting next to the person, taking out her phone. When I got closer I realized what was going on.

    Jeff had passed out in one of the chairs. The familiar snoring I had heard in my car two nights ago, was to be heard again tonight. Bella was lifting up Jeff’s kilt and put it over his waist, so his crotch was exposed. She started to take photos and Demi soon joined, putting her phone in his direction. Mikey was just there, laughing.

    “Hey, come on”, I started, wanting to get closer to Jeff and cover him up.

    Though once I came closer I noticed Jeff’s cock, limp, but beautiful. It rested on his testicles, in between his thick, hairy thighs. Now that I got a good look at it, I could tell it was about 5 inches, flaccid. It surprised me that he wasn’t circumcised. I could barely blame them for looking, or taking photos.

    I felt a hand on my shoulder.

    “Hey, Amir, could you get Jeff to his room? I think he’s done for the night”, I heard Mikey’s voice say, followed by laughter.

    All of them were wasted, clearly. I covered Jeff back up with his kilt, and turned to hug Mikey and Demi, thank them for a great day and wish them a fantastic honeymoon. They both thanked me right back.

    Mikey then helped me get Jeff up and I put his arm around my neck so I could slowly walk him to the elevator. I waved everyone goodbye and there were still a few people partying the rest of the night away. Jeff was kind of walking with me, but he was far from conscious. At the sound of the elevator doors shutting, he became slightly aware of his surroundings.

    “Oh… hey”, he said as he focused on me. “Where are we going?”

    “I think it’s time you go to sleep”, I said.

    “Yeah, it’s time”, he suddenly said, taking his arm back and standing by himself.

    “It was a good day though, right?”

    “Yes, it was great”, I agreed.

    “I’m glad you don’t hate me”, he said, smiling at me.

    The elevator doors opened and we walked onto the floor.

    “Do you have your key card?”, I asked.

    “Uhm. Yes”, he said, digging into his sporran.

    He gave me the card.

    “Thanks”, I said, walking ahead.

    When I opened the door, I saw Jeff was just walking behind me by himself. He seemed fine again. Wobbly, sure, and far from going in a straight line. But still. We walked into the room.

    “Can I tell you something?”

    “Sure”, I responded as I went straight to the bathroom. My stuff was still here, including some toiletries and the clothes I’d arrived in. I left the door ajar as I started to brush my teeth.

    “I’ve never had anyone knock me out before, and you know what?”

    “What?”

    “It was kind of hot!”

    I put my head out the door and saw Jeff sitting back on one of the beds, not making any moves to get ready to go to sleep. He had taken off the shoes and the socks, but that was it.

    “Really?”, I asked, a toothbrush still in my mouth.

    “Yeah… yeah, it was hot”, he continued, absent-mindedly.

    I raised my eyebrows and went back into the bathroom. I put my suit and kilt back up on the hanger and changed into my boxerbriefs. It was quite nice to have support in the crotch area again.

    I came out of the bathroom and Jeff was still sitting where he was.

    “Bathroom’s all yours”, I said.

    “Cool”, he said, not moving.

    I went and got comfortable in one of the beds. I was convinced Jeff would soon pass back out. I was surprised he hadn’t yet. He stayed where he was.

    “Do you need help with the bathroom stuff?”, I asked, looking at the back of his head as he sat on the foot of the bed beside me.

    “No… no no.”

    Silence.

    “I was just… I was thinking… Do you… Do you remember what I said?”

    He was slurring his words and I had no idea where he was going with this.

    “What did you say?”

    “I said that…. That if you could beat me, you could fuck me up the ass.”

    I laughed.

    “I had completely forgotten about that”, I said, which was the truth.

    There was silence again, only now Jeff turned his head and looked at me.

    “Don’t worry about it”, I said.

    “No… no no”, he repeated. “I think it’s only fair.”

    Surprised, and still thinking this was a joke, I watched him slowly stand up and take off his jacket. He didn’t face me, he wasn’t trying to seduce me in any way. It was like he was doing another everyday chore. He took the white shirt out of his kilt and unbuttoned it, now slowly turning my way but looking down at what he was doing.

    It was starting to dawn on me that he was serious. I could feel my cock starting to thicken.

    “Jeff, you don’t have to if you don’t want to”, I said.

    “Oh no, that’s OK”, he replied.

    His hairy chest and stomach came into view and he must have noticed how I was looking him up and down.

    “Are you into me?”

    “Yeah… Yeah, I am.”

    “OK, cool.”

    He took off the sporran and let it drop to the floor. Now only wearing the kilt he sat on the side of the bed that I was in. He was leaning forward to kiss me. I let him. It was a slow, sensual kiss. My heart was beating out of control and I was hard as a rock. After a very nice kiss, he suddenly pulled back.

    He looked at me, still sitting on the side of the bed.

    “So, is anal sex any good, do you know?”

    “Oh, it’s very nice”, I admitted.

    He sighed, and then stood up.

    “Right, let’s give it a shot then”, he said as he walked to his bag and reached inside.

    He threw something from his bag in my direction, which I soon found was a condom. I looked back at him and saw he was dropping his kilt to the floor. His cock was semi-hard, but still hanging down, comfortably seven inches. He stood in front of me naked, a vision of masculinity. Hairy, all over, except his groin was shaven smooth.

    “You’re beautiful”, I whispered.

    “I… I don’t really know what to do”, he said, still standing there.

    “Come lay in bed with me”, I said, surprising myself with how easily I took control of the situation.

    I lifted the blanket so he could come lay next to me. I kissed him again and played with his cock, which was growing into a very impressive, thick 9 inches. I enjoyed letting the foreskin go back and forth over his cockhead. His cock had a downwards curve to it, but at one point he was definitely rock hard. Considering his intoxication level, that was more than I could have expected. Jeff hesitantly reciprocated and jerked me off as well. I, however, was already very hard.

    “Now what?”, he suddenly asked.

    “We gotta get you ready”, I said, reaching around and cupping his ass.

    I felt around in his crack. He twitched when I touched his hole.

    “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle”, I whispered.

    He put his leg over mine so I had easier access. We looked at each other, and there was something very intimate about this.

    When I noticed he was starting to relax, I played with his hole some more, to loosen him up. I could easily put my finger in. When I did, I could tell he clenched up around me.

    “Oh!”, is the only sound he made.

    “It’s OK”, I said, keeping eye contact.

    It took a while, but then I noticed he started getting into it. He easily allowed me to put the second finger in. He moaned slightly.

    I was still hard as a rock and put the condom on. I sat up on my knees and got Jeff to lay on his back in the middle of the bed. I now saw that he was still erect, his cock reaching up to his belly button. This man was huge in every way and I felt fortunate to be the first to fuck him. I kept it slow, entering him and looking him in the eye. His eyes widened and he gasped inaudibly, but he knew all he needed to do was relax. He got used to it and I went into him further and further. He now started to moan and lay his head back.

    “Oh wow”, he suddenly exclaimed. “No-one told me gay sex was this gooood!”

    I smiled and continued fucking him, making more speed and going in deeper. The moaning continued as he held onto the headboard. His hole was so tight and it felt very good, clearly for both of us. As I fucked him, I couldn’t resist touching the muscular body in front of me. I touched his hairy pecs and played with his nipples, which drove him crazy. I touched his abs, which were hidden under a beautiful layer of fur. And then I saw his hard cock, flopping up and down against his body with my thrusts. I picked it up, only just getting my hand around the thick base, making it point to the sky.

    “Ah! Ahhh!”, he managed to get out, until spurt after spurt of cum shot through the sky, unto Jeff’s chest and face. He soaked himself. It was so hot to watch, that I couldn’t hold back any longer. Inside of him, I came in the condom.

    He seemed incredibly surprised by everything that had gone on.

    “Oh my God… I… wow…”, was all he could say as he wiped his cum off his face.

    “You did great”, I said.

    “That was one of the best orgasms of my life”, he said, still breathing heavily. “I mean, I’m exhausted”, he said, as he stuck out his tongue.

    I smiled.

    We fell asleep cuddling. I woke up, spooning him. After all that had gone down these past few days, I never would have expected to be holding this man in my arms by the end of the weekend. His snoring was like music to my ears as he slept so peacefully, his ass against my crotch. I wondered if this was going to be a one-time thing for him, if he would maybe be disgusted by himself once he woke up. Or maybe he would think it was an enjoyable experience and never speak of it again. I decided to enjoy it while it lasted and I nuzzled my nose into his neck.

    When he eventually woke up, he turned around and looked me in the eye. I wasn’t sure how this would go. He smiled.

    “Hey man”, he said, “that was one hell of a night.”

    “It sure was!”

    “My flight isn’t until 1.30, we got time for another round, no?”

    THE END

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  • A Gay Man’s Tale

    After Toby left, I laid there, thinking about the child we’re going to have. A son that will birth an era of faction and treason in this hellish country and I will make sure this will bring about war between the slaves and the fucking assholes.

    I looked at the clock. It’s almost time for the conception ritual. I got out of bed and felt thick cum drip out of my ass. I hurried to the bathroom and squatted over the toilet to release the remainder of jizz from my bowels. I wiped myself and looked at the toilet paper. It was soaked with a mixture of cum and pinkish goo. I rubbed my hairy manpussy and felt my thick anal lips protruding from ass. I slipped my finger inside myself and shuddered at my heightened sensitivity of my body. I slipped another finger  in and gasped. I grabbed the sink, squatted my legs and pushed the third finger in me. My quick, short breaths deepened. “What is this crazy sensation?”, I moaned. “Oh God…”

    I slipped in a fourth, my puffy anal lips spreading outward, the goo thickening, sopping my fingers heavily. I pulled my fingers out, slid them along my slightly open anus and jammed my fingers back inside myself. “OHHHHHHH!!!” as I closed my eyes and threw back my head. In that sumo-style squat, I thrusted my muscular ass out, pushed my torso forward and pulled my blood engorged nipple. I was beside myself with pleasure! My large cock dripped heavily with thick ropes of pre-cum. I pumped my fingers in me as I pulled harder on my nipple when suddenly I blew my thick wad all over the bathroom floor. I was shocked to pleasure myself without touching my cock! An ass-gasm! I grabbed the sink for support as I panted breathlessly. 

    “That was HOT!” Startled, I turned to find Toby smiling while jerking himself. “Never knew you can blow your wad without touching yourself.”

    “Neither did I!” I looked at my handsome man in the doorway stroking himself. I got down on my knees and took his large cock in my mouth. I wrapped my tongue around his delicious cock and pulled him deeper inside my throat.

    His breath took in for a moment and let out a long, slow groan as I sucked him well. He placed his large hand against the back of my head and face-fucked me, his large hairy nuts banging against my chin. My nose mashed against his thick hairy bush and I inhaled his manly scent emanating from his sexy muscular groin. Soon, I felt his cock swell and the underside of his cock pulsing. A blast of cum ripped through my mouth and filled up my throat. I hurriedly swallow his thick load so it wouldn’t suffocate me. He kept ejaculating and I kept guzzling him. He shot 8 or 9 times before it slowed to a few squirts. He collapsed against the doorway, his hand slid away from the back of my head and panted. I kept drinking his cum, even gently squeezing his nuts, pushing what’s left of his cum through his cock and into my still hungry mouth before popping it out and licking his still swollen but deflating cock. I looked up at him and found his face filled with lust, love and pride. I stood up and kissed him, sharing his love-flavor out of my mouth. He savored my tongue with relish and pulled it out of my mouth. “Damn, I taste good.” We laughed briefly before I turned toward the shower. I bent over the tub to turn the faucet, my hairy muscular ass facing him as my cheeks spread open to reveal my thick dark pink anal lips framed by my dense anal pubes winking at him. “Oh God. Not again.” I turned to face his cock rising up again. 

    “Come fuck me in the shower. Do you have time?”

    “They asked me to assist you for grooming before the ritual so yes.”

    I held out my hand and he grasped me. I pulled him into the shower and let the warm water cascade over our muscular bodies. Our hands roamed our wet, heaving bodies, our tongues furiously darting in our mouths. I leaned back on the wet tiles, placed my leg up on the edge of the tub. I grabbed his long, hard, thick cock and aimed it toward my manpussy. The minute his thick, bulbous head touched my anus, he shoved it in without my help. His ass pushed toward me, his cock sliding in deeper. I placed my muscular arms around his thick neck and moaned softly. “Fuck me,” I whispered in his ear. He thrusted himself inside me, as he wrapped his arms my tight body. He kept fucking me and we were so enjoying our hot sex. He kissed me hard, hot water running down our faces. I pushed my asshole down his cock. His eyes flew open and thrusted me harder. “Fuck me, babe. You know you wanna blow inside me.” 

    He quickened his deep thrusts, his cum already loose from his cock but still hasn’t ejaculated. My hairy mancunt was dripping wetly of cum but was quickly washed away with the water. He placed his face against mine, closed his eyes and thrusted me hard! He blew his wad inside me, cum running out of my hole, dripping from his hard cock stilled embedded in my ass into the tub below. “Geez, Jake. You’re emptying me into a hollow vessel!” 

    “That’s my intention, sexy man.” We smiled as he slowly pulled his cock out of me. Soon, it popped wetly out of my ass and nuzzled between my muscular thighs. I pressed his cock hard between my legs, refusing to let him go. He playfully tried to yank it from me but wanted to stay with me longer. We kissed gently, longingly, not wanting to stop the shower. 

    “Babe. We better get out before they think something’s up.”

    I playfully pouted but acquiesced. We soaped each other up and rinsed before stepping out the shower to dry. As he bent down to dry my legs, he paused at my abs, kissed me on my belly and whispered, “I can’t wait to meet you, young man.”

    I smiled and took the towel to dry him. I paused at his cock, kissed it and said, “Blessed be of this magnificent cock who fathered us our child.” I briefly sucked the head and popped it out of my mouth before fluffing his thick bush.

    “Shit. I was worried you would get me going again and then we’ll be REALLY in trouble.”

    “Fuck ‘em.” I smiled but he was right. “Go ahead. I’ll meet you guys downstairs. I’ll be down shortly.”

    He smiled, slipped on his harness and kilt and kissed me goodbye. 

    I stood in front of my mirror and smiled. I turned to my bedroom and slipped on my too small jockstrap, trying to jam my large genitals in my pouch. My thick bush spewed wildly from my pouch, my sack hung heavily. I adjusted the tight straps that was wedged deeply into the creases of my butt and legs, my thick anal lips protruding barely from my ass. I looked into the mirror and saw that my exposed manpussy looked raw and inviting for any hot-blooded male to rape me at any given moment. I tried to push my anal lips back into the deep cleft of my ass but it slowly kept popping back out, my hairy anal pubes circling around those lips. Fuck. It looks too much like a pussy. 

    With a sigh, I paused at the door, threw back my shoulders and said aloud, “Let’s get this over with” and went downstairs. 

    I found Mr. Sholman waiting alongside Sam and Clive at the foot of the stairs. “AH, there he is, Sur SamClive” he held his hand out as if presenting me to an audience. I descended down the stairs, my crotch jostling at each step. I saw their leering eyes zoom in on my enlarged package. I looked over their heads and saw Toby in the background, smiling as he reached under his kilt to adjust himself. He quickly turned away in fear of getting overly excited again. I smiled with amusement as I approached the foot of the stairs.

    “May their Cocks bless you!” Mr Sholman proclaimed excitedly. 

    “Blessed be of my manpussy.”

    “It’s a glorious day for the conception ritual! Come, come, let’s get you situated.” He led me to the living room and instructed to lay on the low platform bed with my legs spread open, revealing my fertile manpussy. I did what I was told. 

    The three men stood at the foot of the bed, admiring my manpussy. “Look at those thick lips! Look at the way it glistens with slick anal birth excretion. Looks rather fruitful, I must say” Mr Sholman said with excitement. His fingers swabbed my wet manpussy and rubbed his fingers together. “Sticky and wet! Perfect condition for conception. Glory be for a birth!” Sam and Clive smiled lustily. 

    Soon the men started to arrive. The owners and their male surrogates. They admired my manpussy and congratulated Sam and Clive for a new beginning. I turned to look for Toby and saw him in the background. He lifted his chin and gave me an encouraging smile. I smiled back with a shared secret that those idiots don’t know I’m already pregnant with Toby’s baby. I turned back to my audience and waited for the ritual to begin. 

    Mr Sholman lifted his hands for attention while Sam and Clive began to undress. “Gentlemen, we are about to begin a divine conception. Sam and Clive will each impregnate Sur SamClive with their blessed sperm as we witness their holy consummation.”

    Sam stood at the foot of the bed, his humongous cock projecting mightily from his powerfully muscular naked body. I was not looking forward to his hard jabs inside me. He is much too large for my comfort. He knelt between my legs, his muscular arms arms propped on either side of my chest as he aimed his cock toward my exposed manpussy. He rested his large cockhead, closed his eyes and pushed in. My anal lips spread widely around his extremely thick girth and my legs spread wider to accommodate his huge body. He sank in deeply and started fucking me. I looked at the faces staring down at me as they began to chant. Sam took his time fucking me, showing off his dominance over me, to entertain them with his sexual performance. Honestly, his body was a sight to behold, his muscular body rippling with tension and masculinity. He fucked me deeper, harder, my anal lips gripping his cock tightly. 

    “I’m about to bless your manpussy.” He kept thrusting himself inside me, deeper, harder, painfully. I grimaced but kept my composure, telling myself that it’ll be over soon. A few, deep hard jabs, he blew his wad inside me and collapsed against my body. The audience clapped at his sexual execution as he pulled out of me. He smiled at me before he stood up. 

    “And now, Clive will complete the birthing process” Mr Sholman said as he directed Clive to my bed. Clive, his long cock pulsing, knelt between my legs and aimed his cock toward my ass. He shoved it in with ease and hovered my body, fucking me. Again, the room buzzed with chants as his cock slid in and out of me. I looked over toward Toby and saw him standing there with a hint of anger that his lover was publicly raped. Our eyes clicked, that it didn’t matter who is fucking me, I will always belong to him. That we are in this together, to fight against this oppression and above all, to be aware that Toby has already inseminated me with his sperm, a boy of our own. 

    I turned back to Clive as he grunted through his fucks, his cock stroking deeply inside me. His pace quickened as he thrusted himself inside me. Finally, he shot his sperm and dropped onto my chest, heaving. Again, the men clapped and cheered. Clive stood up next to Sam, their cocks dripping as they held hands. My mancunt was gaping open, their cum leaking out of me into the mattress below. Mr Sholman knelt between my legs and kissed my wet hole. “By the power invested in me, the conception is complete. May his manpussy be fruitful and multiply.” He stood back up, held his hand toward the audience and asked them to kiss my manpussy. One by one, they each knelt between my legs, chanted, “May your manpussy be fruitful and multiply” before kissing me down there. After the last man kissed me, Sholman pulled me up. “Congratulations, Sur SamClive. You are now blessed of Cocks.” I felt their cum drip out of me as both Sam and Clive kissed me before letting other men kiss me on the cheek. 

    The party broke into 2 groups. The owners stayed in the living room while the rest of us slaves retreated into an adjoining room. They all peppered me with questions about my well-being, my participation in the ritual while others squeezed my pecs asking if they have started producing milk yet. Others spread my cheeks to look at my hairy manpussy and guess if it was going to be a smooth, natural birth or not. I answered the best I could but was so ready to retreat to my room. 

    After mingling for an hour or so, the time was up for them to leave. They each congratulated us for a happy birth and left. Sam and Clive, still naked from the ritual asked me to join them in the bedroom to fuck me some more to ensure that I was indeed pregnant. I smiled inwardly that no matter how much they flood me with their sperm, I’m already pregnant with Toby. I glanced at Toby and saw that he was still upset to share my body with our owners. I gave him an encouraging look that they can rape me anytime, nothing can tear us apart. Of course, he knew that but he hated feeling powerless to defend my body against our owners without being killed for retaliation. He watched me go in defeat as they led me to their bed chambers. 

    To be continued…

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  • I Want to Milk You

    While Josh sat on a locker room bench putting on his tee shirt, his occasional gym workout partner, Zack, sat down next to him and spoke quietly.

    “I want to milk you.”

    Josh couldn’t believe what he had heard. His look of shock made Zack repeat the statement.

    Zack continued to speak softly, so the remaining guys in the room wouldn’t hear. “Right now if you want me to—right in front of all your gym buddies.”

    Josh slid backward, out of Zack’s reach.

    Zack moved forward, staying close. “You know I’m a lot stronger than you, and I can do it anytime I wish.”

    Josh knew the guy spoke with truth. Zack’s arms and legs could overwhelm almost any guy, especially a shorter one like Josh.

    “Now is fine with me….”

    Josh swallowed hard.

    “….Or, I can do you in private, at my place, and no one will see.”

    Josh found himself speechless. The idea stunned him, as it would any straight guy. The news that Zack had revealed himself as gay also stunned him.

    “I can’t get your long dick out of my mind,” continued Zack, “imagining it hard, imagining the sperm that it shoots.” He paused. “Well, I’m through imagining. What’s it gonna be?”

    “It’s gonna be no deal,” replied Josh.

    Zack immediately grabbed the front of Josh’s throat with his left hand and squeezed, cutting off the air completely. “I’m not kidding, man. It’s gonna be right here if you fight me.”

    To prove it, Zack took hold of Josh’s dick through the guy’s jockstrap with his right hand. Some of the locker room guys looked their way.

    “O.K., O.K.,” whispered Josh. “At your place.”

    “I thought you’d see it my way.” Zack released both holds and smiled.

    The next night, as he drove to his encounter with Zack, Josh had a hard time accepting what he had agreed to. On the other hand, he didn’t want the alternative. Once inside, Zack took him into a small room and told him to stand on a workout mat.

    “Take off your jeans,” he began.

    Josh removed his sandals first, then reluctantly, his jeans.

    “Now your shirt.”

    Josh followed instructions. That left him standing in front of Zack in his usual jockstrap.

    “Good. I like looking at your body. With more muscles you’ll be pretty striking.”

    “Just get it over with,” said Josh.

    “Don’t be in such a hurry, man. Spread your legs. Lock your hands behind your neck.”

    As Josh obeyed, Zack stripped down to a stretchy, black thong. Next, he put his hands on Josh’s pecs and played with them for a while, sometimes pinching the nipples when he felt like it. Then he moved behind Josh and put his arms around the guy’s waist, preparing to apply a reverse bear hug. Josh stood silently as Zack pushed his hands into Josh’s gut—yet he did it with great slowness, reaching deeper and deeper into the guy.

    Josh began to groan in pain and fear as Zack’s hands burrowed way too far, making it difficult for his victim to breathe. Then finally, Josh couldn’t.

    “Yeah,” whispered Zack. His already stiff dick, pressed tightly against Josh’s ass, quickly hardened to its fullest extent.

    Just before Josh would have blacked out, Zack relaxed his arms. Josh gulped air while Zack grinned.

    “What the fuck!” gasped Josh. “Just jack me so I can leave!”

    But Zack wanted this encounter to last as long as possible.

    “You’re not in charge here; I am. I’m gonna have to teach you some manners.” With that, Zack re-applied the bear hug—this time not slowly but with a sudden plunge into the gut, deeper than before. Josh cried out, unlocked his fingers and tried to pull Zack’s arms apart.

    “Back behind your neck!” yelled Zack, punishing the gut with a new assault that went deeper still.

    Josh immediately complied, although Zack kept the agonizing hold on.

    “Tell me you won’t do that again,” ordered Zack.

    “I won’t! I won’t do it again! Please! I can’t breathe!”

    Zack again relaxed his arms. While he let Josh recover, Zack started to gently massage the aching gut. Josh was grateful for that. But the caressing hands gradually moved lower and onto the guy’s jock, where they stopped. Josh cringed.

    “Don’t be scared, dude. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just the opposite.”

    Zack slipped both hands inside the jockstrap. Josh felt the fingers move downward, feeling his dick as they proceeded. When the fingers reached the ball sack, they surrounded it. Josh involuntarily moved his arms to stop Zack. But he remembered his promise and instantly connected them again behind his neck.

    “That was smart,” remarked Zack.

    “Sorry,” said Josh. He added “Sir” to his apology for insurance.

    “Good, you’re learning some respect.”

    Josh felt a little less nervous, hoping this session would end soon.

    Zack began to feel the testicles with both hands. “You have awesome nuts, man. Very hard.”

    The inspection went on for longer than Josh liked. At one point Zack secured a testicle in each hand and, with a non-threatening pressure, kept both motionless for several minutes.

    “Ever had a guy hold your nuts like this?”

    “Of course not,” answered Josh, impatiently.

    “Well, now you have. Get used to it, man,” said Zack. “I’m gonna be your human jock- strap!”

    Josh expected Zack to release his balls soon and start in on his dick. But that didn’t happen. The muscle-boy continued to hold the testicles inside the jock, minute after minute. After a while, Josh realized that Zack’s fingers were slowly tightening around each testicle.

    “Let go of ‘em,” Josh pleaded.

    “Do they hurt?”

    “Not much.”

    “Then shut up.”

    Zack loved having a grip on each of Josh’s hard nuts. “Let’s go for a walk.” Zack nudged Josh forward, keeping a firm hold on the testicles as they moved slowly around the room, locked together. Holding Josh’s balls gave Zack a terrific turn-on. He loved having the sexy little dude in a vulnerable position like this. Presently they stopped in front of a wall.

    “Bend forward and put your palms on the wall,” ordered Zack.

    Josh followed directions reluctantly.

    “Good. Now spread your legs wide.”

    “What are you gonna do?”

    “Shut up. You’ll find out.”

    With Josh’s legs spread, Zack rested his chest against the guy’s back and began to give the captured testicles more attention. The feels soon became prolonged squeezes—nothing severe, but Josh groaned anyway, more out of fear than pain.

    “Oh yeah, these are my kind of nuts, dude,” whispered Zack. He worked on the testicles—sometimes separately, sometimes both together—using varying degrees of pressure. The longer he played with the balls, the hornier Zack became. Soon it forced the thong to stretch way out and into Josh’s ass crack. The feeling made Josh twitch in fear.

    Zack moved a hand to Josh’s shaft, still under the jockstrap. “Hey, you’re gettin’ hard.”

    The fingers pressed into the shaft several times, testing its stiffness. “Yeah…super hard!”

    The testing sent shivers of pleasure through his shaft. Although Josh wasn’t looking forward to getting milked, he nevertheless prepared himself for it; he knew his cock was ready too. But suddenly Zack’s hands moved down and off of it.

    “Fuck,” whispered Josh in defeat as he felt the fingers lock onto his testicles once more.

    “I told you to get used to having a human jockstrap!” said Zack.

    Josh found that tough to do. He wanted to shoot and get back home.

    “Damn,” said Zack, “these are so awesome to feel.” He kissed the back of Josh’s neck as he increased the pressure on the testicles.

    “Ah!” gasped Josh.

    “You’re doin’ O.K., man,” said Zack, keeping the pressure on.

    After several minutes, Josh found himself a little less anxious, tolerating Zack’s squeezing.

    “That’s right, man, enjoy it,” said Zack.

    The grip continued, but it wasn’t long before Josh felt his balls squeezed much harder.

    “No!” grunted Josh.

    “You can handle it,” replied Zack.

    Josh struggled with the pain, but kept his hands on the wall, afraid to move an inch. Then he felt the fingers push further into his nuts.

    “Ah! Fuck!” he yelled, trying to cope with the pain.

    “Yeah, boy! Eat the pain!” said Zack.

    Josh scraped his fingernails against the wall as his buddy continued the terrifying squeeze.

    “You’re killin’ my nuts! You’re killin’ my nuts!” he yelled, removing his hands from the wall and grabbing Zack’s upper arms.

    “Let go or I’ll pull ‘em off!” warned Zack.

    “Fuck!” shouted Josh, angrily slamming his hands to the wall again.

    “This is what you get for that,” said Zack….

    A nasty pain quickly stabbed deep into his balls. Josh couldn’t move or speak. Then, just as quickly, the pain vanished, leaving the guy breathless, hugging the wall, with Zack’s fingers still inside his jock.

    “No more, man, please,” whispered Josh.

    “You gonna settle down now?”

    “Yes, yes,” said Josh weakly.

    “We’ll find out. Get down on your hands and knees,” said Zack.

    Josh followed the order, slowly, with Zack sticking to his back.

    “Good. Now let’s get rid of the jock.” Zack let go of the testicles and pulled the jockstrap down to Josh’s knees, then completely off. He did the same with his thong. After that, he dropped his chest onto Josh’s back once more and reached his arms around the guy’s waist.

    “Not again,” moaned Josh, feeling each hand take hold of a testicle and resume the big squeeze.

    “Yeah, I’m far from finished with these, man.”

    Now naked and on his hands and knees, Josh could do nothing to stop Zack. Although his balls ached from his buddy’s work on them, his cock began to feel more pleasure—a fact that Josh couldn’t account for.

    Zack seemed determined to keep giving it to Josh’s testicles. “None better than these, man,” said Zack. “None better.” He kissed Josh again, this time on his shoulder.

    The brief affection made Josh feel a little better; nobody had ever complimented him on his nuts and he sort of liked it. But along with the compliment came more pain from Zack. Josh winced as he felt Zack put a major squeeze on his left testicle.

    Zack prolonged the squeeze, waiting to see how long Josh could stand it.

    “God no!” cried Josh.

    “Want me to switch?” asked Zack.

    “Yes! Yes!” replied Josh.

    Zack released the testicle and put the same crushing hold on the right one.

    “Ah! Shit!” gasped Josh.

    He took it as long as he could, then found himself saying, “Switch” to Zack. He couldn’t believe that he had directed Zack back to his left testicle voluntarily. But he knew that Zack wouldn’t have released both his balls, even if he had begged.

    Zack did the switch and went to work again on the left nut. He went back and forth like that for a long time, with Zack applying much harder squeezes at various intervals. But Josh survived along with both testicles.

    “You into boxing or wrestling?” asked Zack.

    Surprised by the question, Josh replied before he even thought about it. “Wrestling.”

    “Me too. Submission. I love makin’ it hurt.”

    “Yeah, like ball submissions,” replied Josh, with a painful grin.

    “That comes with your human jockstrap,” said Zack.

    Although Josh grinned at times, Zack’s hard ball squeezing did hurt, although Josh had by now tuned out most of the pain. As the squeezing progressed, Zack felt a growing pleasure in his rod. In fact, his cock—now wedged firmly in Josh’s crack—pulsed hard, threatening to shoot. To avoid it, Zack had to occasionally relax his squeeze on his buddy’s nuts.

    Both guys benefitted from the break. Zack checked his captive’s cock with one of his hands, while Josh groaned from the pleasure of the touching. Zack found the top half of the shaft wet with pre-cum.

    “I think your cock wants more ball squeezing,” remarked Zack.

    He took charge of both testicles and again showed them who was their boss. Josh grunted from the renewed pressure, but didn’t move or object.

    “Yeah, take it like the man you are,” said Zack.

    As time passed, Josh felt the fingers move his nuts into different positions—pulling or twisting or squeezing—he couldn’t tell which. But it didn’t matter: he managed to tolerate each of Zack’s moves. By now he knew them all. When Zack took another break and examined Josh’s rod, he found it as stiff as a pipe and the top half wet with pre-cum.

    Keeping the balls locked tightly in one hand, Zack’s other hand coated the shaft with the slippery juice. Then he started massaging the tool carefully, working on places that made Josh groan the loudest. The slick rod made it easy for Zack to overwhelm his victim with the desire to shoot. Zack smiled as he felt the tool swell and try to reach forward. Crazy with pleasure, Josh spread his legs and waited for his cum pump to lurch into gear.

    But Zack didn’t allow it. He teased the cock, and the pleasure, without mercy. Over and over, he drove Josh to the breaking point, then refused to let him leap over the edge.

    Keeping one hand around the ball sack, Zack tickled the shaft in various places, making it leap wildly. Josh’s groans quickly turned into desperate cries of ecstasy. He pounded the mat, then grasped it as if trying to rip it apart. He begged Zack to let him cum—something he never thought he’d demand from a gay guy. But now, half out of his mind, that’s what he wanted.

    “I wanna hear you submit!” said Zack.

    “Oh god, yes! I submit! Let me shoot it! I submit!” roared Josh.

    Instead of making the guy cum, Zack disengaged and let the cock hang free, twitching but not quite firing. Josh grabbed for his cock, but Zack caught it the arm and forced the hand back to the mat.

    “Fuck!” grunted Josh, defeated again.

    “Only when I decide, man—not you!”

    Josh felt Zack’s fingers re-grip his testicles.

    “Shit,” groaned the anguished captive.

    Josh hung his head, wondering how long Zack would keep him on his hands and knees without climaxing. As Zack began another round of ball-wrestling, Josh looked under his chest at his frustrated cock. Aimed directly at the guy’s face, its cum-hole had filled with milky cream. Josh watched several drops fall onto the mat below before turning his head forward again.

    The nut-squeezing brought more sexy grunts from Josh. Zack now began to focus his attention on one testicle at a time. He gripped the left one, squeezing with ever-increasing force. Josh grunted in pain as Zack clearly intended the bearhug-type hold to make Josh submit. Josh’s grunts turned into cries of agony, then loud, multiple shouts of submission.

    Zack released the testicle, but immediately put the same move on the guy’s right one. When Josh reached the point where couldn’t take it, Zack switched back to the left testicle again. Zack repeated this many times, until Josh yelled “Switch” instead of “I give”—since he knew that a submission would not end his agony. Sometimes, when Josh endured the squeezing for longer periods, Zack would add a slow twist or pull to make the guy beg to switch testicles.

    At the same time, not particularly noticed by Josh, Zack’s cockhead found the guy’s butt hole and comfortably pressed against it. During Zack’s prolonged work on the balls, the head became wet from frequent emissions of pre-cum. With remarkable slowness and deception, it pushed the hole open and entered. Distracted by the ball torture, Josh didn’t realize what had happened until his ass held nearly all of Zack’s cock.

    Zack didn’t dare fuck the guy, because he wanted to avoid cumming; he also wanted to savor the feeling of being inside Josh.

    “Don’t move, man,” cautioned Zack, “or I’ll shoot it up your ass.”

    Josh froze in fear. But it didn’t matter: over time, Zack’s frequent pre-cum spurting built up to a sizable load or two inside Josh. Zack couldn’t help it. This encounter with his totally hot buddy definitely amounted to a fantasy-come-true, and he intended to enjoy it for as long as he could. Josh had no choice but to cooperate and become Zack’s slave. At the mercy of the intruding cock and the fingers of death at work on his balls, Josh tried to adjust to the new experience of intense, sexual domination.

    But playing with his slave-buddy proved to be more of a challenge than Zack expected. Every minute or so he would reach the point of climax and have to cool himself down by relaxing his testicle squeezing. Finally, to avoid the likelihood of an explosion, he started to pull out of Josh. His slave-toy grunted as he felt the long shaft moving in his ass. When Zack had completed his mission, he pulled back, letting the cock hang free behind Josh’s butt.

    “Stand up,” ordered Zack.

    Josh delayed, not quite believing his ears. But he had heard correctly and slowly got to his feet, with his nuts at last free of Zack’s fingers.

    “Put your back against that wall, with your hands locked behind your neck,” continued Zack.

    Josh complied.

    Zack moved closer, staring into Josh’s eyes so forcefully that Josh didn’t dare to blink. Zack began to caress his slave’s chest with both hands. That felt like a welcome relief to Josh, but then Zack took hold of Josh’s prominent nipples—hard.

    “Ah!” shrieked Josh as the fingers seemed to suddenly cut into his tits.

    Zack leaned his head very close to Josh’s face. “Can you take this? Can you, tough guy?”

    “Ah—no!”

    Josh yelled out submission after submission, but it did no good. He wanted desperately to seize the hands but pull them away, but he feared what Zack would do; so he kept his fingers locked behind his neck.

    As Zack continued to tear into the sensitive nipples, Josh saw the stud’s rod twitch. A few seconds later he saw pre-cum start to roll down its sides. It was only then that Zack let go of the tits—not out of mercy, but to save himself from climaxing.

    But Zack kept both hands on Josh’s chest as they both recovered—Josh from the pain, Zack from the pleasure. While they stared into each other’s eyes, Zack planned his next move on Josh. He knew it would severely challenge the guy’s pain tolerance, maybe more than testicle work. Most guys couldn’t stand the move for more than a couple of seconds, but Zack intended to make Josh feel it much longer than that.

    Zack gave Josh’s pecs some affectionate slaps and strokes, then suddenly gripped the guy’s armpits and dug deeply into the sensitive flesh with the first two fingers of each hand. Josh screamed louder than he had ever screamed before. The pain felt like four metal prongs stabbing into his pits. He unhooked his fingers, immediately grabbed Zack’s arms and tried to pull them away.

    “Hands back!” roared Zack, stabbing further into the pit-flesh.

    Already considerably weakened from the pain, Josh slowly returned his hands to the back of his neck, giving his exposed armpits to Zack once more.

    “Please, no more!” begged Josh.

    But Zack continued the debilitating claw, watching Josh’s cock closely. As Josh screamed, Zack’s own cock again began to twitch, aching to fill with sperm. Zack decided to risk it: he kept Josh’s shoulders pinned to the wall and further tortured the pits by pushing his fingers into them at different spots, hitting all the greatest pain points.

    Nearly going hoarse from his screams, Josh pleaded for an end to the unbearable pain. Zack heard, but kept repositioning the fingers inside the pits and finding new places to torture.

    “Please… No!” shouted Josh.

    Zack gave the pits another minute of agony, then broke off the claws. He stroked Josh’s chest once more as a gesture of respect, as he looked at the guy’s excited shaft. The time had arrived for Zack’s final maneuver.

    “Keep your back to the wall,” instructed Zack.

    Josh could hardly keep standing after the armpit attack, but he followed directions. Zack for the first time put both hands around the guy’s cock. Josh sighed from the instant, relieving pleasure that produced. But Zack did more. He began a slow upward pull on the shaft that seemed to wipe away all the previous pain he had endured.

    “Oh shit!” he moaned.

    Zack then moved his hands slowly down, reinforcing the pleasure. As Josh continued to moan in ecstasy, Zack’s hands moved up again, and down, at a slow, controlled pace that had the guy locked in absolute pleasure. At the same time, the hands pulled the shaft closer and closer to Zack, along with Josh’s body. Josh’s eyes opened wide from a pleasure he had never felt.

    Exactly when his cock erupted, Josh didn’t remember. But when it happened, the orgasm knocked the life out of him. Every shot seemed to go into the deepest part of his body, twisting it, wrenching it, daring it to go farther. And with every burst of cum, Josh’s strength diminished, his knees bent and he sunk toward the mat. His cock fired the final shots with Josh on knees. Zack completed his mission by pulling Josh to the mat on his back with almost no effort.

    Josh could hardly catch his breath. “I’ve never shot off like that before!”

    Zack smiled. “The next time I say, ‘I wanna milk you,’ are you gonna be more cooperative?”

    “You bet!” gasped Josh. “Yes, sir!”

    Zack fondled his buddy’s balls. “You’re such a turn-on, man. How do your balls feel?”

    “Awesome. I can’t believe it.”

    Josh grinned at Zack, but he couldn’t move. He knew he’d been totally defeated. He laid on the mat like a wrestler who had just lost the biggest match of his life. Zack flexed his muscles for his buddy to underline that idea. Josh looked in awe at the stunning male body sitting beside him, and at Zack’s upright cock only a few inches from his face. He put his hands on the winner’s strong thighs, then he wrapped a hand around the cock.

    Zack pulled the hand away. “This time you just look,” he said. He tempted Josh further by moving forward, putting his cock close enough to lick. Josh stuck his tongue out as far as he could, but Zack cruelly kept his shaft slightly out of its reach. The stud grinned as Josh tried again to tongue the tall sex pole.

    “O.K., man, I’ll give you one lick on my balls,” said Zack finally. “Make it a good one!”

    Zack spread his legs and brought the sack directly over Josh’s mouth. The touch of the outstretched tongue on his nuts felt awesome. It made the cock twitch seductively. Josh wanted more, but Zack moved back to prevent that.

    Josh couldn’t resist making another grab for the cock. Zack stopped him.

    “You don’t follow directions very well. I think you need more learnin’!” said Zack. He seized the still-hard cock. Anything touching the wildly sensitive shaft now unleashed violent, unbearable pleasure. Josh’s body bolted upward, but not high enough to break Zack’s hold.

    “O.K! O.K!” he screamed.

    But Zack kept torturing the shaft.

    “No!” shouted Josh. “It’s too much!”

    Zack loved using a guy’s cock as the medium of punishment, and since he rarely had the chance to do it, he continued to squeeze and twist the tormented tool. When Josh started to buck wildly, Zack jumped on his chest to hold him down. Josh punched the stud’s back, but nothing could deter Zack from his fun.

    Soon Zack heard a change in his victim’s screams. The pitch became lower, from deep in the gut, orgiastic. Josh desperately grabbed Zack’s sides—could this kind of cock punishment make him shoot again? Josh didn’t think so, but his sperm disagreed.

    “Yeah!” exclaimed Zack, as if reading Josh’s thoughts. “I’m gonna get it!”

    Josh screamed louder, realizing that Zack was going to force an ejaculation, ready or not. The cock didn’t have a chance against Zack’s assault on it. Thrills shot down Zack’s spine to his balls. The stud had always dreamed of forcing an orgasm on a guy unprepared for it.

    The explosions that followed turned Josh into a madman. He wrestled Zack violently, pulling him down to the mat. It did no good: Zack hung on to the shaft and kept the orgasm going.

    “Oh god! Oh god!” cried Josh, suddenly clinging to Zack as the stud went on torturing his erupting cock.

    “You all right, buddy?” asked Zack when it was over.

    Josh could hardly catch his breath from the excitement. His big rod kept jerking wildly as the guy tried to regain control of himself. “I…I don’t know…”

    Zack put his fingers around the Josh’s balls. “Told ya I was gonna leave these dry.”

    “Oh shit, you win, man,” smiled Josh.

    “I made these babies work overtime!” commented Zack, fondling the testicles.

    Zack’s warm hands felt so good that Josh surprised himself by saying, “Keep feeling them.”

    “No problem,” smiled Zack. “They deserve some lovin’ after what I put ‘em through!”

    A look of wonder transformed Josh’s face as Zack put some gentle but sexy moves on the hard nuts.

    “I guess you’re glad you let me do this,” said Zack. “Your cock is still jumpin’ like crazy, man.”

    “My balls feel so great when you mess with ‘em.”

    Encouraged, the muscle-boy squeezed with more authority.

    Josh stroked the arm and hand as it squeezed the tight sack.

    “I think we found a new hobby.”

    Josh’s shaft reached up high as if replying to that comment. Zack responded by again treating each testicle to some individual attention, one at a time. The feel of Zack’s fingers around one of his big balls made him grunt I pleasure. During a particularly long squeeze, Josh would caress the squeezing fingers. If the hold turned into a serious bear hug, Josh would eventually submit by tapping the hand, which would then go move to the other testicle.

    Zack delighted in that. Playing with Josh’s balls always gave him a terrific turn-on. He also loved watching the guy’s shaft jump. Sometimes he’d give in to the temptation and tease it with some short pinches or strokes. The cock never seemed to rest; it remained rock-hard, even long after shooting.

    “Get me again,” whispered Josh. “Now.”

    “You sure, man?”

    “Yeah, I refuel fast!”

    Zack laughed. “Be glad to.” He changed positions and took the huge rod in his mouth.

    The sudden pleasure made Josh groan loudly. The monster’s length only allowed Zack to take about half of it, but that proved sexy enough. Zack saw—and felt with his lips and tongue—the shaft pulsing and pushing forward, trying to shoot. Just before it reached the climax, Zack released the frantic cock. As Josh gasped in pleasure, Zack watched it leap up, not quite reaching a culmination. But after a moment or two, Zack saw pre-cum start to flow onto the head. Zack put his lips around it, sucked out the liquid and swallowed.

    The sexy move surprised Josh and made him hornier than ever.

    As Josh groaned, Zack said, “Yeah! Keep it coming, man.”

    Josh gasped. “Take it again!”

    Zack again closed his mouth around as much of the shaft as he could and resumed his slow-paced sucking. As before, he stopped before Josh could ejaculate. He gave the shaft a squeeze with his right hand. That forced out more juice, which Zack lapped up and swallowed. The stud repeated this process, making Josh more and more eager to shoot, and also making him beg for more sucking.

    Zack put his fingers around the guy’s bulged-out balls. “Yeah,” he whispered. “They’re packin’ more than the first time!”

    The stud put his arms around Josh’s waist, lifted the guy off the mat, and brought him down over his outstretched thigh—not roughly, and not gently either. Josh had seen guys caught in backbreakers, but had never experienced the hold before. With his cock on display above his bent body, the hold felt more erotic to him than painful.

    Zack held the body in place by planting his left hand on the upper chest and the other on Josh’s knee. But soon the right hand closed around the ball sack. Zack pulled it down, bringing the handsome shaft upright, ready for more sucking. Josh gasped again as Zack’s tongue returned him to the land of ultimate male pleasure.

    Josh wanted Zack to keep him in the backbreaker forever, but the guy’s sperm refused to be held back indefinitely. Zack could feel the cock-hole release spurts of pre-cum, and with each spurt came a sexy groan from Josh. But after a few minutes, the cock demanded more than brief spurts.

    “I gotta shoot! I gotta shoot!” gasped Josh.

    “That’s up to me, not you,” said Zack, pausing for a minute. Then he lowered his thigh, dumping the smooth, flexible body to the mat. He pulled Josh’s legs apart and gave the guy’s testicles one more check. “You’re packin’ lotsa cum, buddy. “Make me choke on it!”

    Positioning himself on his hands and knees perpendicular to Josh, Zack captured the rod in his mouth again. He zeroed in on the tight cock-head and began to stroke it with his tongue. The resulting surge of pleasure made Josh raise his upper body off the mat. Zack moved his left hand onto the guy’s chest and pushed him down again with it, keeping his right hand on the mat between the guy’s thighs to maintain his balance.

    Josh groaned louder and louder as his body stiffened with pleasure. Zack’s own pleasure mounted as he sucked on the firm, oozing head. The stud spread his legs. Josh gazed at his buddy’s low-slung ballsack and the horizontal shaft that pointed at his side. He knew he wasn’t allowed to touch the cock, so he laid his right hand on Zack’s ass instead. After that, the pleasure in his cockhead became so great that it blocked out all sense of time and place.

    When Josh erupted, his body heaved with each burst of cum. Zack took every load, every spurt, every drop, and didn’t release the cock until he was sure he’d consumed everything the guy would give him. Then he crawled on Josh’s chest and pinned both of the guy’s wrists to the mat. Sliding back somewhat, Zack positioned himself once more on hands and knees so that his balls hung almost directly over Josh’s face. Still overcome with pleasure, Josh looked up at the low-hanging sack and at the twitching shaft. Suddenly Zack’s sperm let loose—without anything touching his balls or cock.

    The first five shots flew over Josh, but as the orgasm continued, the next five squirts became shorter and fell directly onto Josh’s face. Josh had never seen a guy cum hands-free and the sight electrified him. The final shots landed on Josh’s lips. Zack scooped up a load with a finger and pushed it into Josh’s mouth. Josh licked the finger clean with his tongue.

    “That’s a preview of the next time,” grunted Zack.

    “We gotta do it tomorrow,” said Josh, watching the stud’s cock twitching above his face.

    “Fine with me,” replied Zack. “But I’m gonna make your balls really work for it.”

    Josh grinned. “I think I can handle that.”

    Zack collapsed on his back alongside his buddy.

    “You looked fantastic shooting like that,” said Josh quietly.

    “You’re my biggest turn-on,” replied Zack.

    Josh propped himself up on an elbow to stare at Zack’s oozing cock. “I want to see if you can shoot hands-free tomorrow—after I milk you!”

    (end)

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  • Oil Rig

    Stacy loved cooking and feeding people. Growing up, he spent most of his time in the kitchen happily working alongside his mother who was a very good cook. Stacy’s mother was one of those people whom one never handover one’s signature recipes to, because she would definitely improve upon them. It was, therefore, no surprise when Stacy enrolled in a very highly respected chef’s school. It was a three year program, which offered frequent exposure to top restaurants. Once Stacy completed the course, he naturally got a job at a really good restaurant.

    Regrettably, the head chef, a dour man named Heinrich, turned out to be an enormous thorn in Stacy’s side. Heinrich had been away when Stacy was employed and had therefore not personally vetted Stacy’s appointment. Heinrich was a homophobe of note and the slightly camp and attractive Stacy, was an anathema to him. Stacy did his very best to keep his nose clean but the relentless bully, Heinrich, made his life a misery. Two months after he commenced working at the restaurant, Stacy had enough and decided to seek alternative employment.

    Scanning for opportunities as he ate his breakfast on a two day break, a very interesting advertisement caught his eye. There was an oil rig looking for chefs. The agency made it clear that they weren’t looking for cooks, but proper chefs, priding themselves on the fact that the workers on the rig were properly fed. Stacy immediately phoned the number and an appointment was made for that afternoon.

    The interview was brief and given his background, Stacy was offered the job. The two things that delighted Stacy the most, was that the pay was infinitely better than what he was currently earning, and secondly, the working schedule was unbelievable. One would work on the rig for a solid twelve weeks and then be off for the following three weeks. All transport to and from the rig was paid for, as well as any flights to any destination in the world.

    A further thought that also crossed his mind, concerned the men he would encounter on the rig. Naturally, Stacy wasn’t naïve enough to believe that the big butch oilrig hulks would be falling at his feet… but then, one never knew what may lie ahead with a bunch of horny males who were deprived of pussy.

    When Stacy handed in his resignation the following morning, miserable Heinrich insisted he leave immediately. Not having to work the required two-week notice period, Stacy summarily informed the agency that he was ready for action. The agency was delighted and arrangements were made for him to report for his first stint of duty, four days hence.

    After his flight he next boarded the transport to the rig, Stacy was overwhelmed by the talent accompanying him. There was enough testosterone to fuel a top football team for a year.

    Once they arrived at the rig, Stacy was overawed by the sheer size of the structure. The room that he was assigned was small, but extremely functional. It contained a bed, a cupboard, and a desk. There were numerous ablution areas servicing every ten rooms, with numerous toilets and showers in each passage. The toilets each had five individual stalls, and the shower rooms four basins, which were separated from an open shower area containing four nozzles. As Stacy had to report for duty within the hour, he cut his reconnaissance short.

    The head chef and team that he would be working with was a lovely bunch of guys. The camaraderie was brilliant and Stacy could not have been happier. There were two twelve hour shifts in the kitchen, a day shift and a night shift. For his first stint, Stacy was put on the day shift from six a.m. till six p.m. Although the shifts were long, there were quiet periods during which one could put your feet up for an hour or so.

    After his first shift, Stacy was exhausted and hit the hay immediately upon arriving in his room. The following day, having acclimatized to conditions, Stacy felt a lot better when he arrived back in his room. Stacy lay on his bed for a couple of hours before heading off for a shower.

    After he exited his apartment he observed three guys further down the passage, very slowly moving in his direction while catting. Stacy then entered the shower room diagonally across from his room and closed the door behind him. After passing by the basins, he found himself in the open shower area, watching a hunky man soaping his body.

    As Stacy observed the hunk before him the shower room door opened, and the three guys he had seen in the passage earlier entered the space after removing their towels.

    General introductions followed, before Hank, who appeared to be the main spokesman, looked at Stacy and said, “So… you’re the pretty new chef who feeds us?”

    After shrugging, all Stacy could manage was a pathetic, “Yes,” before saying, “But I’m not so sure that I am pretty.”

    “On this rig, baby, you look like a little princess,” Hank said with a chuckle.

    Much as this excited Stacy, he played it cool.

    After a minute or so of silence, Hank once again began to speak.

    “Jesus, bro, hats off to you. On this rig we are well fed and well paid.” Then, after a brief pause, Hank continued; “The only thing missing on this rig is pussy.”

    A mumble of agreement followed his summation. “Of course, when a man can’t get real pussy, then substitute pussy ain’t too bad,” Hank concluded.

    Again a buzz of acknowledgment and sniggers followed Hank’s pronouncement. With four pairs of eyes now focussed on him Stacy stood stunned, like a deer caught in the headlights.

    By now Stacy had fully taken in the four large masculine bodies surrounding him. They were all well-endowed and hairy, with Hank being the hairiest, and ranged from perfect, to unbelievably fucking awesome. Stacy’s heart now thumped in his chest in anticipation of what may lay ahead. In his wildest imaginings, he had not anticipated anything as exciting as this.

    The horny tension in the room was then punctuated by Hank, as he said, “Looks like is going to be a great stint, boys, because I can smell the hot substitute boy-pussy, just waiting to be fucked,” Hank announced with an exaggerated sniff. This was followed by roars of approval from the other three men. Stacy was in heaven after these words were spoken, but put on an act of timidity.

    In a flash, Hank next gripped Stacy’s by the neck, and then as Hank leaned against the shower wall, he pulled Stacy’s torso downward and locked Stacy’s head between his huge thighs. With his head secured, Stacy then heard a huge fart exploded above his head.

    Guffaws of laughter now resounded from all around, before Hank said, “You do the cooking boy, so you can only blame yourself for this smell.” This resulted in uproarious laughter.

    After Hank’s hands clamped onto Stacy’s waist, Stacy felt his backside being lifted in the air. “Let’s do this alphabetically, boys, Billy, you’re first up.” Hank ordered.

    Billy, who was the first guy that Stacy had encountered in the shower, then moved up and took up station behind Stacy’s arse. As Stacy observed Billy’s hairy legs behind him, he felt a finger begin to rub his pucker. Stacy then felt spit landing on his backside before a finger began to probe him. Not long after, a larger object than fingers commenced entering Stacy’s arse.

    Billy’s approach was measured and calm and after minimal discomfort to Stacy, Billy got a steady rhythm going. Mutters of consent resounded in the room as the observers watched approvingly. Billy’s pleasure, however, was short lived because shortly Jock, one of the other guys, began to demand a go at the pussy they had commandeered. Stacy watched as one pair of legs replaced another. Jock was not as calm as Billy and immediately began to spear into Stacy manically. Having the smallest cock of all four guys, Jock’s onslaught did not present Stacy with any problems.

    Minutes later, Kenny entered the fray. Kenny had a much more erratic approach and pumped Stacy’s butt in a gouging fashion. Even though Stacy’s head was firmly captured by Hank’s thighs, Stacy’s head, nonetheless, hit against the wall.

    Thankfully, Stacy’s head banging soon ended, when the top dog, Hank, proclaimed that his turn had arrived. After releasing Stacy’s head, Stacy’s body was turned and Hank’s fat cock took control of Stacy’s butt. As Hank began to fuck Stacy’s arse, a procession of knobs commenced skull-fucking Stacy’s mouth.

    Billy was followed by Jock, and then Kenny was next up. Hank happily pummelled Stacy’s pussy as the oral rotation before Stacy kept alternating. Throughout the episode an intonation of ‘Fuck yeah’s,’ ‘fuck that hole,’ ‘suck my fuckin’ knob,’ etcetera, reverberated through the room.

    Kenny was the first to unload in Stacy’s mouth. Jock followed shortly afterward, and when Billy unloaded Hank also shot his load into Stacy’s backside simultaneously.

    Once they were all done Hank said, “Well boys, don’t you think our pussy-sub needs a proper baptism?”

    Stacy was then ordered to lie down on the shower floor. As he looked up four dicks were pointing at him. Instantly sprays of yellow piss covered his entire body. Stacy was so turned-on by now, that he frantically began tugging his dick. As the last stream of piss began to falter, Stacy writhed on the ground as his dick erupted.

    “Jesus, this little bitch is in heat,” Hank heartily guffawed, as all the guys began wolf whistling.

    Finally, everyone got to perform the real reason for their visit to the shower room. After they had all showered and began to towel off, Jock was the first to leave. He was followed by Kenny and then Hank.

    When Stacy departed, Billy followed him to his room. After entering Stacy’s room their towels were flung aside instantly, before they got on the bed and started making out. Billy was a great kisser and finally, Stacy was being shown some real passion. Before long, however, Stacy’s legs were in the air and his butt was being fucked once more.

    As Stacy had experienced earlier, Billy’s approach was slow and relaxed. Billy fucked him leisurely for the next twenty minutes before unloading into Stacy’s backside. Thus far, exciting as the shower scene had been, Stacy enjoyed this fuck the most. When Billy finally left, Stacy was sorry that their tryst had not lasted longer.

    When Stacy was about to get into bed there was a knock at the door.

    As he opened the door, Hank stood before him with a horny grin on his face. Although Hank was the sexiest of the four guys that Stacy had encountered that evening, Hank was not into affection. Hank only wanted to skull-fuck, or butt-fuck Stacy. The lovey-dovey kissing thing was simply not for him.

    Consequently, Hank first began with a good face-fucking, before turning Stacy around and pounding his arse thoroughly. Hank really turned up the heat as he was about to cum and had Stacy’s body flailing all over the bed. When Hank was getting ready to leave afterward, he gripped hold of Stacy’s head and again placed it between his thighs.

    Another rip-roaring fart then followed. Stacy was not offended by this and would come to know this as a signature ritual with Hank. Playful as the practice was, Stacy surmised that it was a sign of macho domination by Hank.

    Just before they opened the door for Hank to leave, there was another knock at the door. When they opened the door and observed Kenny, all three guys began to laugh.

    Kenny turned out to be a surprise package once he and Stacy got going. The manic approach from earlier was gone, and Kenny proved to be a fantastic lover. Kenny was even more affectionate than Billy, and their love making transcended the level as Stacy had experienced with Billy.

    Thirty minutes later, with both guys totally exhausted, they both unloaded in a state of bliss. After Kenny left, Stacy finally got to bed.

    ‘What a great decision this rig has turned out to be,’ he thought, as he drifted off to sleep.

    The following evening when Stacy entered the shower area, he was taken aback when six pairs of eyes were focussed on him.

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  • Breaking Point

    I’ve known Kurt and Brad since high school. Both possessed strong, athletic physiques that most guys wish for themselves. Brad had a slight advantage in height and weight, but both guys excelled in sports, especially wrestling and boxing. They became natural rivals. Most of the guys preferred blond-haired Kurt as a buddy. Definitely the friendlier of the two, Kurt didn’t put down people as Brad did at every opportunity. Hunky, black-haired Brad used his handsome face and riveting blue eyes to seduce one girl after another. Each one only provided him with temporary fun; he broke lots of hearts. If a guy got into a disagreement with Brad, the hunk would flex his considerable muscles and threaten him physically. I saw him do it many times, almost always with guys smaller than him. Few would challenge him.

    Kurt, Brad and I ended up at the same college and members of the wrestling team. During the first season, Brad easily won every match he had. Of course, the team valued him, but one day I saw him do something that really bothered me.

    It took place after practice. The coach had left and a few of us hung around to continue practicing holds. As I sat on a mat taking a brief rest, I noticed Brad and Jeremy wrestling on the other side of the gym. It looked odd, because Jeremy fell in the 135-pound weight class, whereas Brad weighed 175. The two talked as they grappled, but I couldn’t distinguish all the words. Suddenly Brad became really pissed and started applying holds full force—submission holds not meant to win, but to hurt.

    Jeremy cried out as Brad locked on a mean single-leg crab and wrenched the leg back farther than advisable. Then Brad used his free hand to slice a shot between Jeremy’s legs. The guy yelled in pain and struggled bravely to free himself. He couldn’t. Brad seemed to like watching the kid suffer. He smiled and struck Jeremy’s nuts a second time, and a third. When some of the guys turned to see what caused the yells, Brad quickly flipped Jeremy onto his back and mounted him.

    Sitting commandingly on the defenseless lightweight, Brad grasped the kid’s neck with his right hand and pointed a scolding left finger at him. I thought that was the end of it, but I was wrong. I could see Jeremy’s face getting redder and redder. He couldn’t breathe. Then his body started to twitch.

    Suddenly Brad jumped up and stormed away and out of the gym. Jeremy began to cough, holding his neck with one hand and his nuts with the other. It took him a while to get back to normal, but he wouldn’t tell any of us what set off Brad.

    “He’d better watch it,” Kurt said to Jeremy afterward. “Shit like that could get him thrown off the team.”

    “Then where would we be?” said one of our teammates.

    “Somebody’s got to put Brad in his place,” said another.

    “I would,” said Dave, “but he’s a son-of-a-bitch. He’d wreck my beautiful balls!”

    We smiled, having seen Dave’s larger-than-life testicles many times in the locker room. We helped Jeremy get up and joked with him about his tough nuts. But as far as I know, nobody ever confronted Brad about the incident.

    A few days later, a bunch of us on the team met at the local fairgrounds during a carnival event. We had fun visiting the beer tent, rides and the other amusements. Brad seemed to be in a pretty good mood, but I did think he had more than his fill of beers. As we walked to the far end of the fairgrounds toward the parking lot, Brad deliberately provoked Jeremy. He bumped his shoulder into the guy without warning, hard enough to almost knock Jeremy down.

    “Sorry, squirt,” sneered Brad, putting his arm around Jeremy in phony concern.

    “How’s your balls, boy?” taunted Brad. “I couldn’t have hurt ‘em much: they’re such tiny things!”

    “Hey, cut it out,” interrupted Kurt. “What are ya messin’ with him for?”

    “None of your business,” replied Brad.

    Turning toward Jeremy, Brad continued. “Sometime you and I should wrestle naked so people could see if you’re a boy or a girl!”

    Jeremy, now enraged, stopped and shouted back. “Fine with me! Anytime!” He took an unafraid step toward Brad.

    But before any of us could react, Brad pulled the kid toward him and into a nasty choke hold—something called the cross collar choke, I later learned. Crossing his arms, Brad shoved his hands against either side of Jeremy’s neck. It looked kind of tame at first. But Brad widened his stance, signaling a serious hold. His hands became fists, and as they pressed into the arteries, a look of horror flashed across Jeremy’s face. Brad’s biceps flexed, boldly displayed in the muscle tee he wore. Jeremy raised his hands to fight back, but it was already too late. The kid’s eyes closed. His hands fell to his sides. Stunned, we watched him suddenly slump to the ground. In ten seconds it was all over. Brad had put him out cold.

    I wondered where Brad had learned a move like that. Maybe from youtube, but definitely not from our coach.

    “Fuck!” shouted Kurt, the first guy to reach Jeremy. He knelt beside the motionless body and began lightly slapping Jeremy’s face. Getting no response, he slapped harder. “Wake up! Wake up!” Several frantic seconds passed. Derek came next and started shaking Jeremy as Kurt continued yelling.

    A crowd began to assemble. Alarmed questions flew from the bystanders. “Was there a fight?” And “Is he hurt?” And even, “Is he dead?”

    Then I saw Jeremy’s left arm twitch in a strange motion. His eyes opened, but for at least another minute, he only stared unresponsively.

    “Are you OK?” exclaimed Kurt.

    The kid’s whole body twitched uncontrollably several times before he finally spoke. “I… I… What….Where am I?”

    It took another couple of minutes for Jeremy to regain his normal speech and movement. Kurt looked relieved, but then I could see his face begin to boil in anger as he looked around for Brad.

    “That’s it!” roared Kurt, seeing Brad standing some distance away, grinning. He wasted no time confronting Brad. “I’ve had it with you!”

    “Whatcha bitchin’ about? That little weenie shouldn’t even be on our team, and you know it!”

    “You’re way out of line, buddy. Maybe it’s YOU who shouldn’t be on the team! If the coach knew what you’ve been doin’, your ass would be gone!” said Kurt.

    “Don’t threaten me, hotshot! I think you need to learn a few things!”

    Without warning, Brad plunged a fist deep into Kurt’s stomach. Unprepared for it, Kurt fell forward, holding onto Brad for support as he gasped for air. Brad backed away, letting Kurt sink to his hands and knees.

    “Get up, so I can give you the same thing I gave the weenie!”

    The onlookers moved in, hoping to get a good view of the fight. As Kurt slowly got to his feet, Brad’s fingers invited him to attack. When Kurt did, Brad pushed him to the side, then sent him to the ground again with a kick to his butt. Kurt’s attempt to get up met with another kick, this time to his gut. Once more on his hands and knees, Kurt struggled to rise, but Brad kicked the gut several more times—wicked ones.

    “Get up loser—if you can!” yelled Brad.

    Kurt started to crawl away. Brad followed him, occasionally thrusting a kick to his side or legs. The crawling and kicking went on until Kurt reached the side of a small storage shed. He put his hands on the wall to help pull himself up. He turned to face his enemy, but didn’t have the energy at the moment to mount much of an attack.

    Brad seized Kurt’s tee shirt and tore it off. “Now it’s lights-out time!”

    Going for a different kind of frontal choke than he used on Jeremy, Brad locked his arms tightly around Kurt’s neck—one in back and the other across his face, covering the mouth. It would take a little longer to put him out this way, but Brad greatly enjoyed doing it.

    Kurt knew what the hold would do and tried to pry Brad’s arms apart.

    “Yeah—fight it!” gloated Brad. “Use all your strength. Make it easier for me!”

    Brad kept him trapped against the wall, so Kurt had nowhere to go. I could see him getting weaker by the second.

    “Put him to sleep!” yelled a guy in the crowd.

    Kurt’s face displayed his desperate situation. Yet, a rage still burned in his eyes. Brad tightened his hold with a sudden, terrible jerk. You could almost hear the bones crack in Kurt’s neck. His arms fell to his sides.

    “C’mon Kurt!” I yelled. “Don’t let him do this to ya!”

    “He’s finished, man,” countered Brad. “I’m gonna be THE power around here from now on!”

    He let out an unexpected shout—not of victory, but of pain. I didn’t immediately see what had happened, but figured it out when Brad released his hold and clutched his balls with both hands. Kurt’s knee had found them with a decisive blow.

    Brad collapsed to the ground on his back, cursing.

    Kurt planted a foot on Brad’s chest. “Since we’re fightin’ anything-goes, this is next to go!” said Kurt. He opened Brad’s shorts, then pulled them completely off in one swift motion. That left the hunk wearing just a white jockstrap and sneakers. His face flushed with embarrassment; some of the onlookers laughed at him. “Take it all off!” shouted one dude.

    Before Brad could get up, Kurt pulled the hunk’s tee shirt up and hooked it over his face, blocking his vision. Next, he gripped Brad’s bent right leg at the knee and power-jerked it upward, hoisting the guy off the ground. He kept him suspended like that, at times shaking the leg up and down to intensify the hold. Brad yelled as pain stabbed into his knee. At the same time, he flailed about, trying to remove his shirt. He finally did so and threw it in Kurt’s face.

    Kurt now switched gears. He started to twist the ankle, increasing the pain and forcing Brad to flip on his stomach. He pulled up and back on the leg, maneuvering the hunk into a half-crab. Kurt plopped down on Brad’s back and pulled the leg back further. Brad reacted with agonized shrieks. But Kurt didn’t stop there. He dropped his butt onto the hunk’s back again and again, torturing the spine beyond belief as he wrenched the leg backward.

    “Break him! Break him!” came another yell.

    Hearing the commotion, more people joined the crowd to watch. Brad couldn’t take any more pain and yelled, “Stop! I give! I submit!”

    But Kurt kept crabbing him. As I watched the two guys, I realized that this fight no longer had to do with revenge for Brad’s treatment of Jeremy. It concerned the long-standing rivalry between Brad and Kurt. The winner would smash that rivalry for good. Only one guy would walk away. No rules applied. No pin or submissions would decide the end. The winner would end the fight when he felt like it.

    Kurt had the leg forced back dangerously far. It gave those of us on the left side a good view of Brad’s open crotch and the jock’s fully exposed pouch. Kurt took advantage of that. He seized the balls with his left hand and squeezed. Brad screamed. Kurt’s squeeze didn’t stop, forcing repeated, anguished screams from the hunk.

    “Yeah—scream like a baby!” yelled Kurt.

    Our team members moved in closer. We had never witnessed a serious ball claw used in a fight. Sure, I’ve had my balls grabbed by lots of guy’s as we horsed around, but that was fun stuff. Here, Kurt did it for keeps.

    “Pro wrestling should be like this!” shouted a spectator.

    I got a good look at Kurt’s squeeze. He really gave it to that sack, putting it into an extreme, prolonged twist that paralyzed Brad. On top of that, Kurt also began to pull it lower and lower.

    My buddy Derek, standing beside me, watched the hold in amazement. “Holy shit,” I heard him say to himself.

    “He’ll have to join the boys’ choir now!” said one guy, causing more laughter in the crowd.

    As a finish to the hold, Kurt released the nuts but immediately gave them a hard punch. He then dropped the leg, leaving Brad groaning on the ground. Nevertheless, he started to get up.

    “He doesn’t know when to admit defeat,” said a guy in the crowd.

    It took the Brad a while to achieve a standing position. Swearing constantly at Kurt, he had to pause several times to hold the hurting balls. His muscles, wet with perspiration, glistened in the afternoon sun. He staggered toward Kurt with fire in his eyes. Kurt made a grab for Brad’s nuts, but he only intended it to fake out Brad. When the hunk shielded his sack with both hands, Kurt moved in and waist-locked him, trapping both arms in a big bear hug.

    Brad cried out as Kurt lifted him off the ground and pressed his fists into the already weakened back.

    “No! No!” shouted Brad.

    “Yes!” said Kurt, crushing the body without mercy.

    Brad’s muscles did him no good in this hold. As Kurt squeezed, Brad just had to take it. I watched Kurt widen his stance, preparing to ratchet up the pressure. When he re-clamped the hold, Brad cried out with a gut-scream that I never thought I’d hear from him. We also heard two loud farts explode from his asshole, demonstrating the hold’s power over the hunk’s body.

    It was thrilling, even sexy, seeing that physique in trouble. I wanted his torture to continue. I loved it. I wanted to see Kurt squeeze the shit out of him.

    Brad thrashed his legs in all directions, reacting more from the power of the bear hug than from attempts to escape it. The straps of his jockstrap perfectly framed the hunk’s nearly naked ass, held high for all to see.

    “Hey—pretty butt!” yelled a spectator.

    Clearly affected by the remark, Brad used all his strength to defeat the hold and end his humiliation. He finally managed to pull his left arm out of Kurt’s grasp. He pushed the hand against Kurt’s chin, forcing the head gradually backward. For the first time, a gap began to appear between the two guys’ chests. Every muscle in Kurt’s body strained as he tried to maintain the dominance of the bear hug. But the gap increased.

    One of Kurt’s buddies shouted some encouragement. “Get him, Kurt!”

    “Yeah—keep him there!” yelled another.

    A devastating blow to Kurt’s jaw put a sudden end to the hold. A second big blow to Kurt’s chest—like a “heart punch”—sent his back to the ground.

    “Get up Kurt,” whispered Derek, clenching his fists as if trying to transfer his strength to Kurt.

    But Kurt stayed down, holding his chest with both hands. Brad acted quickly. He picked up Kurt’s ankles and maneuvered the legs into a tight figure-four hold. Kurt cried out in instant pain. He slammed the ground with his hands more than once. Then he tried to push himself up. Brad took hold of Kurt’s stretched-out leg at the ankle and viciously pushed it up, causing unbearable pain. You don’t see pro wrestlers do that when they apply a figure-four, because it can cause immense damage. Brad, however, didn’t care about an injury; in fact, he craved it. He grinned wickedly as he watched Kurt writhe and scream.

    “You’re done,” announced Brad.

    Kurt begged him to stop, and at one point sat up far enough to tap repeatedly on one of Brad’s thighs. When that got him no favors from Brad, he began stroking the steel-like thigh as if admiring it—at least, acknowledging its dominance over him.

    “Oh shit,” I moaned.

    Brad loved that moment. “That’s right—worship it!” said Brad, smiling in triumph.

    Kurt fell back to the ground in agony, but he lifted himself once more and stroked the thigh again, almost lovingly.

    “Kiss it and I’ll let you go,” demanded Brad.

    With great effort, Kurt slowly moved his face forward to do that. But instead, he landed a fist squarely onto Brad’s face. Brad hit the ground and rolled onto his back, while Kurt unhooked his legs from the murderous hold.

    I could see a drop of blood emerge from Brad’s nose. “Damn you! Damn you!” yelled the hunk.

    As Brad pushed his stomach off the ground to launch a revenge attack, Kurt coiled his legs around Brad’s sides and squeezed. The scissors brought a loud and deep scream from Brad. That surprised me, because I once saw a dude put him in an abdominal scissors full force and it made no impact on him. But Kurt’s scissors put serious pressure on the kidneys and that was a different story.

    Brad pounded frantically on Kurt’s legs, but the pain soon drained him of the will to keep pounding. He could only lie there and cry out as Kurt pressed his legs further into the hunk’s sides. When Brad finally didn’t have the energy to scream anymore, Kurt reapplied the hold with a jerk, restarting the screams. Watching it, and hearing it, sent shivers down my spine.

    Sweat began to stream down Brad’s face. “No! Please, no more!” he cried. “I’m beggin’ you, man!”

    But Kurt was in assault mode. He—like everyone on the team—wanted to hear Brad continue to plead for an end to his agony. So Kurt kept working the hold, minute-after-minute, pushing Brad toward annihilation.

    “I can’t go on!” screamed Brad. “Let go of me before I….”

    Kurt had no desire to stop now. He put his arms to work and propped himself up, lifting Brad off the ground as he scissored him—a move that added a lot more pressure to the hold.

    I loved the variation, and so did Derek. “That’s hot!” he said to me. “I wanna do that on you sometime!”

    I grinned and put my arm around his shoulder. “I’d like to see you try, buddy-boy!”

    Kurt let Brad fall to the ground, giving him a false sense of closure. But then he repeated the side lift, and repeated it again, and again, reducing Brad to a screaming, whimpering little boy. His beautiful physique could no longer withstand the hold’s frightful, demolishing power. I watched his muscles slowly break down and give up the fight. And then came something we all still talk about. Brad’s jock pouch started to change color.

    “No! God no!” shouted the hunk as urine began to saturate the pouch. The thin, white fabric quickly turned to amber as piss flooded it. Brad now cried real tears: he had no way to stop the flow, just like he couldn’t stop Kurt’s ongoing, punishing scissors.

    The crowd, mostly guys who knew Brad, laughed in delight as they watched piss continue to flow from the hunk’s dickhead—now visible through the worn, wet jock—and splash onto the ground below.

    “Yeah—force the piss outa him!” someone yelled.

    That’s exactly what happened. As long as Kurt squeezed, the piss kept flowing—lots of it.

    “Looks like you drank too many beers today!” joked another guy.

    I never heard a guy scream and cry simultaneously, but Brad did that. When Kurt at last ended the scissors, Brad was left sprawled on his back, sobbing, with his jockstrap soaked.

    But Kurt still wasn’t finished. “Get up!” he commanded.

    Brad could hardly make it to his feet. When he eventually did, Kurt moved in for the kill.

    Getting behind Brad, he wrapped his arms around the hunk’s neck. “You know what this is. It’ll put you to sleep. But I’m gonna do it real slow, so you can watch everybody staring at your wet jock.”

    “Please—no!” cried Brad. “I’m sorry, man! I know I’ve been a bastard, but don’t do this in front of everybody!”

    “Do it, Kurt!” shouted Derek.

    Kurt tightened his grip. Brad gasped, now only able to whisper “no” again and again as the sleeper worked on him. He sank to his knees, with Kurt following him.

    “Isn’t this your favorite hold?” asked Kurt. “I hope you enjoy it!”

    As the hunk lost consciousness, Kurt broke the hold and gave his face a slap. In a daze, Brad fell back against Kurt’s chest. Kurt slapped him again. “Snap out of it. This is only the beginning.”

    Kurt re-applied the cobra-like sleeper.

    “Please, not again…” begged Brad.

    Kurt smiled. “Maybe putting you out a few more times will make you give up more piss!”

    “No…no…no!” whispered Brad as his eyelids closed.

    “Hey, this is totally awesome,” Derek said to me.

    Another slap from Kurt made Brad’s body twitch before the guy regained his wakefulness. But he was still disoriented. Brad suddenly pushed back against Kurt’s chest, as if afraid of something in front of him.

    “It’s OK, buddy,” said Kurt, grinning. “I’ll protect you.” He patted and rubbed Brad’s chest to calm him down. “I think you need more rest.”

    Kurt locked him in the sleeper again. As Brad faded away, this time Kurt beckoned to my buddy. “Hey Derek, let’s have some fun. Pull his jock down.”

    Derek was glad to comply with the request. “When he wakes up, let’s see if he notices!”

    The onlookers laughed as Derek jerked the jock down to Brad’s knees, putting the hunk’s balls and dick in full view.

    “I always wished someone would do that to him at one of our wrestling meets!” admitted Derek with a smile.

    Kurt slapped Brad’s face, bringing him to life.

    “Hey, Brad, did ya lose something?” asked a guy in the crowd.

    It took several seconds for Brad to realize that all his equipment was now on display. “Fuck!” he cried, grabbing for his jock. But Kurt restrained his arms before the guy could pull it up. Brad turned his head aside to avoid looking at the happy expressions of the onlookers.

    “He’s hung pretty well,” said one of them.

    “Yeah, now you don’t have to wrestle naked for us—we all know what you’ve got!”

    “I’m through with you, man,” said Kurt. “Just one more thing to do: put you asleep one more time!”

    “No, please, please, please!” exclaimed Brad.

    “No?” asked Kurt. He moved in front of the hunk and made a fist. Would you like this instead?”

    Brad gripped the fist to prevent it from striking. “Don’t do it! Please! I’m your teammate!”

    “Sorry,” said Kurt, apologizing ahead of time, and then drove the fist decisively into Brad’s jaw.

    The hunk fell to the ground and didn’t move. The well-pleased crowd clapped and then gradually dispersed, having witnessed an unscheduled fairground event they would never forget. Kurt slipped his tee shirt on again. He, along with Derek, Jeremy and I, sat down near Brad, talking. Jeremy dumped the contents of his water bottle over Brad’s face to rouse the loser.

    More groggy than ever, Brad looked up to see Jeremy, thinking the little guy had knocked him out.

    “You better treat Jeremy better, man,” Derek advised Brad. “He has quite a punch.”

    I don’t think Brad ever figured out what really had occurred, and none of us ever explained it to him. Brad looked up at Jeremy with an expression of awe. He cautiously and humbly extended his hand for a hopeful handshake. And Jeremy took it.

    (end)

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  • A Cute Twink With A Knack For Hospitality

    I watched as the boys filtered into the club lounge as usual, gussied up in their spandex shirts and Saran-wrap pants that hugged every curve, leaving nothing to the imagination. I noticed several regulars in the group, but as most nights, none of them struck my fancy.

    “You see anybody you like?”

    That was Damian. He was built much like me – good-looking, black, with a long, lean body and thick muscular limbs – but he was a bit shorter, more compact. He hooked up with boys from here more often than I did, but as of late his tastes had adapted to mine. He seemed to be growing more discerning over time.

    “None. Same usual twinkies.”

    Damian sighed, taking a sip of his whiskey. “I don’t know why they’re not as fun as they used to be. I want more passion. More…I don’t know. Genuineness?”

    “You don’t want just a quickie.” I agreed. “Same.” We raised our glasses to each other, then both took long swigs.

    The disco lights began to throb as we sat back and watched. Several boys cast looks our way, but we stayed where we were. Inevitably a macho daddy type would thread his way across the dance floor to the twink who was making eyes at me or Jerome, and after a little grinding they would swirl off into the crowd. Presumably they disappeared to a hallway or restroom, away from the music, where the dom could tear off the boy’s panties and rail his hungry cock into the little twink’s eager booty until it dripped with sweat and sticky hot cum.

    After a half hour of deflecting come-hither glances from smoky-eyed twinks on the main floor, I stood to my feet. “I think I’m going to take a walk,” I told Damian. “Maybe try to find a new place to hang tonight.”

    Damian nodded, but looked reluctant to leave as he scanned the floor one more time. “Wait a minute. Who’s that?”

    I followed his line of sight until my eyes rested on the form of a young man standing in a corner by an exit. He looked nervous to be there, licking his plump lips from time to time. Still, he carried himself in a semi-confident way, making me notice his form – a little thicker than most of the twinks, yet still firm – and his fine facial features. He made a move as if to head to the exit, but in a flash Damian and I were right beside him.

    “Hi sweetie,” Damian cooed, slipping an arm around the boy’s stomach. The boy gulped as he spun and looked up at the two of us. “Where you going?”

    “Hi,” the young man stuttered, giving us a slippery but warm smile. He was a good four or five inches shorter than us, and his voice was deeper than I expected, with a soft accent. “I think I’m gonna go. This scene is…well, it’s a little much for me.”

    Damian and I glanced at each other and grinned. “We were just thinking the same thing, honestly,” I told him. I held out a hand to him. “I’m Jerome. This is my buddy Damian. Would you mind if we stepped outside with you?”

    The boy shook his head, a small shock of dark blonde hair falling across his forehead as he shook our hands in turn. His hand was small, warm. It felt almost dainty in my wide, muscled palm.

    “No, I guess that’s okay if you join me,” he said. “Just don’t…try anything, please?” He looked up at both of us innocently with large, searching blue eyes. I immediately wanted to protect him, to gather him up in my arms and never let him go.

    “Aw of course not, cutie,” Damian said. His arm was still snug against the boy’s ample belly. “We wouldn’t ever do anything you didn’t want to do. Besides, we’re not the typical scene guys.” He gestured to the dance floor. “We come here to meet nice people. We don’t bang everybody we meet.” He winked at the boy, who seemed to relax a little.

    “You two seem nice. Thank you.” The boy beamed at us. “My name is Timmy.”

    We both murmured that it was nice to meet him. Timmy seemed to get a boost of confidence. “Well, I don’t live far from here. Would you like to come to my loft? It’s not much, but there’s room to hang out. Well,” then he eyed us up and down, taking in our large sizes. We weren’t huge, but we were easily a few inches taller than him, “it may be a little snug though. Is that okay?”

    “Lead the way, Timmy,” I told him. “It’s very nice of you to offer.”

    The three of us walked out on the street, Damian’s arm still around Timmy. I felt a pang of jealousy of Damian’s domineerance, but then I noticed that Timmy seemed to smile at me more than he did Damian. Maybe there was a chance for me to still make an impression.

    The three of us chatted on our stroll along the dark street. Rain began to lightly and sporadically patter down on us as we learned that Timmy was a junior interior designer. He was twenty-four, and had grown up in a very conservative family in the South (which explained his accent). He had just moved to the big city on his own, so he was new to the scene. He wasn’t out yet to most of his friends and family, so going to clubs and putting himself on display made him very nervous.

    “And I’m like y’all,” he said, smiling up at both of us in turn. “I don’t want to just have sex with every man I see. I want to have genuine relationships. Do you think those still happen around here?”

    I looked at Jerome, who was staring at Timmy like he had just sprouted a second adorable head. “That’s exactly what we hope to find,” I told Timmy, patting his shoulder. I let my hand linger a little longer, so he could sense my quiet strength. He glanced up at me appreciatively and then patted my hand. The touch of his skin sent tingles all the way to my toes.

    “Exactly,” Damian breathed. “You don’t know how lucky me and Jerome are to find you tonight. You’re a breath of fresh air–and a very cute one at that.”

    Spots of color bloomed on Timmy’s pale cheeks. “Aw, stop that,” he beamed. “Oh look! We’re home.” He scurried up the steps to the main hall, opening the door for us. I took the door from him.

    “No, no sweetie. After you.”

    He looked up at me again with appreciation for my gentlemanly manners, yet this time a shy cloud stole across his eyes. It made him look more adorable than ever.

    Jerome and I stood aside as Timmy guided us into the hall. As we watched his large, firm booty sway across the floor in that pair of slim white pants, we both felt heat rush into our bodies.

    “Damn, he’s fine, ain’t he bro?” Damian said to me, not taking his eyes off of Timmy’s sexy backside. “I know we’re just here to get to know him, but I haven’t seen anything like him in years. I want to get to know him inside and out, know what I mean?”

    All too aware of the strain of my jeans over my swelling manhood, I nodded. “Oh yeah man. I went from not wanting to see another boy earlier tonight, to now I wanna make love to this cutie right here and now in the open.”

    “Not if I get him first,” Damian muttered, playfully punching my thick shoulder as he slipped into the hall to follow Timmy into the stairwell.

    “Sorry, it seems like the elevator is out of order.” Timmy looked at us apologetically. “We’ll have to take the stairs, if you don’t mind. You both look fit enough to manage.” He winked at us, and I felt a twitch in my crotch again. I liked this kid. And I really liked the prospect of him leading us up all those flights of stairs while we could ogle his booty sauntering up those steps, perfectly framed in fabric.

    By the time we made it to the fifth floor, Damian and I both were in a sweat, but not from the exertion. My imagination had gotten carried away as we ascended the building. As Timmy had led us from staircase to staircase, I stared at his fat globes, wishing they would bounce free of their fabric cage so that I could scoop them up and nuzzle them with my hot wet tongue. As we stopped outside Timmy’s door, I glanced over at Damian. A haze had crossed his eyes, and he didn’t seem capable of not watching Timmy’s every move. This indicated he had had similar imaginings to mine on our way up the stairs.

    “Welcome,” Timmy murmured as he opened the door for us.

    We stepped inside possibly the most well-decorated home I’ve ever seen. It wasn’t large – Timmy had been right about that – but every nook and cranny was maximized for both form and function. The sparse furniture was all well-chosen, and little accessories here and there added flair and coziness. A small spiral staircase wound up from the main gathering area to what was presumably Timmy’s room, overlooking the space below.

    Timmy urged us to be seated on the sectional sofa in the corner and then he scurried off into the little kitchen, emerging a few minutes later with a tray of cheeses, crackers, and a bottle of sparkling juice. “I don’t drink,” he giggled as he filled little crystal glasses for us.

    Jerome and I exchanged smiles. Timmy was the perfect host – and his hospitality somehow made him a thousand times even cuter than when we first met him this evening. If that was even possible.

    Both of us took a backseat to Timmy’s whims, letting him turn on his small sound system (low, tinkling orchestral music, of course) and then scurry around to make sure our glasses were full and that we had napkins. It was incredible to be waited on so attentively, and by someone as good-looking as Timmy. He seemed to be radiant now, relishing his role as our hostess with the mostest. The perfect little boy housewife.

    “I haven’t been treated this well in a very long time, Timmy,” I told him after about an hour of conversation between the three of us. “Thank you for being such a wonderful host.”

    “You know exactly how to make a couple of clumsy buffoons like us feel at home,” Damian piped up with a smile, placing an arm over my shoulders. “Jerome and I are indebted to you for this.”

    “Nonsense,” Timmy laughed. “I only wish I could do more.”

    A slightly uneasy silence fell over us then as he looked bashfully at the floor. I wanted him to do more too – actually, I wanted to be the one doing more to Timmy. Damian sensed the uneasiness and gave me a pat on the back. “Well, you might be in luck,” he said to Timmy.

    Timmy’s head shot up, almost as fast as mine. “What?”

    “Yeah,” I echoed, shooting a surprised look at my friend. “What?”

    “Listen,” Damian said. We all fell silent. A steady pattering, like very low thunder, clapped against the roof, rising over the tinkle of classical music. 

    Timmy stood and walked to the slider that looked out over his patio. Raindrops ran against the glass in tiny river. “Oh wow, it’s really raining now,” he said as if to himself.

    “Yeah,” Damian continued. “Neither of us live too far, but it seems silly to call an Uber for going just a few blocks over. You mind if the two of us crash here, at least until the rain dies down? I’ve got an early work day tomorrow, and I shouldn’t stay up any later than this.”

    I raised an eyebrow at Damian, who gave me a small, knowing smile. I knew he worked from home, so he most certainly didn’t have an early work day the next day. But I thought I could pick up what he was insinuating.

    Timmy spun around. “Oh of course! I’m so sorry, I didn’t even ask how early you had to be up!” Immediately he was scurrying about again, removing glasses, flying from closet to closet to get armfuls of pillows and blankets. “Will you both fit on this couch?”

    “I think we can manage,” Damian said to me, and just before I laughed out loud, he leaned in and said quietly, “I don’t intend for us to be on this couch for long.”

    “What are you getting at?” I hissed. 

    “Do you want him or not?” he replied. “I’m willing to share him if you are.”

    “If he wants to be shared,” I said automatically. But I couldn’t deny that the thought of both of us strong black men canoodling this plump, adorable white boy between us was just about hot enough to get me off right then and there.

    Timmy set us both up on the long sectional couch, and we each took an end – even though our bodies are so long that our feet touched in the middle. When we were nice and comfortable, Timmy slipped around the room, turning off lights until only two lamps were on. In the darkness, his pale skin still glowed, making him look like a short, chubby little blonde angel.

    “Goodnight you two,” he said softly, giving each of us a hug. He hugged me second, and I made sure to take a longer time with it. As he pulled away from my embrace, I let my hand slide down his back, grazing his booty. I knew it made him tingle; even in the shadows I could tell his face was rosy as he pulled away from me.

    “Oh one more thing, Timmy,” Damian said, sitting up. “Could you point me to the restroom?”

    “Of course! It’s the first door on the left.”

    Damian stood and shed his shirt before heading down the hall. Timmy was still blinking furiously after him – I knew he was spellbound by the strong black chest he had just glimpsed – when I began to take off my own.

    “I hope you don’t mind,” I said, baring my chest and perky little black nipples to him as I removed my sweater, then my shirt. He turned to me, and his eyes locked onto the sheen of thin black curls that spiraled over my torso. “Both us guys sleep much better without much on.”

    “N-not at all,” Timmy stammered. Try as he might, he couldn’t tear his eyes from the beefy spectacle before him.

    Just then a sound as if a hose had been turned on erupted from behind the bathroom door. Timmy’s mouth dropped open, and I laughed softly. “Guys like us pee like horses,” I explained to him.

    “I’ll say!” 

    “We’ve got the equipment to handle it,” I smiled, patting my crotch. Again Timmy reddened, then looked down sheepishly. Damian’s hose in the bathroom droned on, even drowning out the sound of the thundering rain outside. I sat up, reaching out and pulling Timmy close. He didn’t fight me; he just stared up at me with those calm baby blues.

    “Really Timmy. Thank you for being so kind to us tonight. Boys like you don’t come around often, especially not for men like us.”

    Timmy said nothing. He just stared, his eyes growing larger and wetter until I thought I might drown in them. So I went for it. Cupping his chin gently in one hand, I lowered my face to his, and we kissed.

    The kiss couldn’t have been more than a few seconds long, but it seemed to have lasted an eternity. My lips craved the plumpness of his pink lips, the soft lushness of his sweet tongue. I tested the waters by slipping my tongue into his mouth, and he responded in kind – gently, but resolutely. Before the kiss even ended, I knew I was in danger of him stealing my heart.

    As the kiss faded, I pulled lightly away from him and tugged at my crotch again beneath the blankets he had dressed me with. By now my package was very well defined, lying hard and long against my thigh. “Look at what you do to me, baby boy,” I told him. His eyes lighted on my lap, and then nearly bulged out of their sockets as he registered its size.

    “To both of us.” 

    The voice came from behind Timmy. He turned, revealing Damian strutting out of the shadows, wearing nothing but a smile. His giant schlong, shorter than mine but thick as his wrist, still dripped drops of crystal urine from his recent release as it stood out from before him at nearly a 90degree angle.

    “Oh wow,” Timmy gasped. “You both are so…so…huge.”

    Damian stood next to my side of the couch, his cock at the level of Timmy’s eyes where Timmy knelt next to me. “We’ve never put on a show like this together,” Damian consoled him. “But there’s something about you Timmy. Something magical. We want to make you feel as good as you’ve made us feel tonight.”

    “B-but I was just being a good host, and a good friend,” Timmy almost whimpered. His eyes drifted from Damian’s face, to his cock, to my face, to my cock, then back again in a full circle. “I don’t expect anything from it. Honestly, I don’t!”

    “Sh, sh, sh,” I hushed him, stroking his dainty chin with my big manly fingers. “We believe you. And that’s why we’re still here. We’ve never been so enchanted by such a beautiful prince.”

    I kissed him again. It wasn’t as engaging as before – clearly he was distracted, but his lips were still attentive, and sweet as honey. I heard Damian grunt, and we both stopped our kiss to look up at him.

    “How about you show my dick your hosting skills?” Damian smirked. “I’d love to see how well you can care for him.”

    To my surprise, Timmy went right to work. With one hand still clutching my naked chest as if for support, he turned and rested his mouth on Damian’s wet pink cocktip, letting the last pee drips slip along his fat, rosy tongue. Damian exhaled. “Shiiiiit. That’s it, pretty boy. Show daddy how much you like the taste of his hot pee and big black dick.”

    Timmy’s grip on my chest tightened as he swallowed one inch, and then another, of Damian’s cock, slowly working his head back and forth to encourage more of it down his capacious throat. Damian’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he tousled Timmy’s shock of blond hair with a muscular black hand. “That right. You’re making me feel so at home, Timmy. Your hot, sweet little mouth was made to love on my fat black cock. Unfff.”

    I loved the show before me. Slipping off the blankets, I tugged off my pants and let my dick sway out into the open, its deep brown knob glistening with precum. I stroked its 8-inch length as I watched our little white host choke on my friend’s huge prick, which was now almost entirely down the boy’s throat. I watched Timmy’s Adam’s apple surge and jump with each attempt at gulping down more cock, until Damian’s low-hanging bulging sack was resting against Timmy’s chin. Damian was groaning nonstop, and Timmy’s cute little choking noises were making me want to spurt.

    Taking a breather, Timmy let Damian’s dick slide back out of his mouth slowly, covered in hot, shimmering saliva. Damian leaned down and planted a long, wet kiss on his soaked pink lips. When he released him, Damian pointed at me. “You’re doing wonderful, honey. Why don’t you see if you can make Jerome feel just at home as you’ve made me feel?”

    Timmy turned to me and for the first time saw my naked dick. His eyes lit up and, after giving me a brief but wonderful kiss, leaned down and worshipped my cock with his tongue. His hand remained on my chest, fingering my left nipple, and I felt electrical surges penetrate me from skull to toe. Pushing an arm behind my head, I tilted myself to where I could watch our beautiful host making love to my swollen bulging member, with Damian slowly jerking his cock in the background, still tousling Timmy’s pretty yellow hair.

    “That’s it,” we encouraged him, and Timmy’s blue eyes flickered up to me. “Take it nice and slow, honey. No need to choke on it. Daddy won’t hurt you.” I instantly felt relaxation in his body, and immediately a full three inches slipped down his tight throat. I gasped in ecstasy, which spurred him to ravage my cock further. I looked up at Damian, hazy-eyed, as he watched us with a smile. “This is heaven,” I breathed.

    “Ain’t it?” he snickered. “The most beautiful white boy making sweet love to these two big black men. It’d make the prettiest piece of art I ever saw.” He stopped and eyed something beneath him. “Ooh, what do we have here?” He stooped, and then a flash of white skin illuminated the floor as he slipped off Timmy’s pants, baring the ripest, most beautiful bare booty I’d ever seen. Damian gave it a slap, leaving red fingerprints blazing in its pristine whiteness. Timmy murmured something around my cock; it seemed grateful. As Damian straightened, beaming, his cock seemed to have grown even longer, more erect as it shot to the ceiling. 

    “Ooh, I think I just found where I want my cock to spend the night,” Damian laughed, tousling Timmy’s golden hair again. “Here baby, why don’t you try to alternate on both our big dicks?”

    Timmy slowly extracted my hose from his mouth with a pop that nearly made me ejaculate. White spittle leaked down his chin and onto my shiny, now-wet black appendage. “Can I?” he turned to look up at me. “Is that ok with you too, daddy?”

    He called me daddy! I thought my heart would burst. “Absolutely, sweetie,” I cooed. I stood up alongside Damian, and Timmy positioned himself on his knees to where each fist held one of our cocks. “Now show us what true southern hospitality is, okay?”

    “Yes daddies,” he responded. Looking up at both of us, he took one dick in his mouth, all the way to the hilt, and then the other, releasing each with one of those orgasmic pops that sent shudders down our entire bodies. Hot streams of juicy saliva mingled with our sweet pre-cum streamed from our ebony shafts and along his white chin, soaking his gorgeous pink lips, but still he persevered, alternating quicker and quicker, sucking harder until we were both writhing where we stood.

    “DAMN that’s good, pretty boy!” Damian yelled, fondling Timmy’s bobbing head.

    I let my hands wander along Timmy’s neck, under his shirt, along his bare skin, spurring him on. 

    “Yes it is. You’re making us feel like all men ought to feel, Timmy baby,” I said.

    Timmy paused, heaving for breath. Drool dripped down onto his shirt. “Am I? Am I really making you both feel good?”

    We murmured in agreement, and he went right back to work, gulping and spitting and sucking and gasping. I clutched the chair behind me for support; I was nearing the end way faster than I planned. This boy had riled me up in ways I’d never felt before. “Here, baby,” I said, crouching down to give him a kiss. “You keep making out with Daddy Damian’s horsedick, and I’m going to eat out your hot little pussy. OK?”

    Without saying a word, Timmy hoisted himself on all fours on the sofa, and I pulled off his pants and spanked his fat booty cheeks, making them wobble with anticipation. Damian laughed as he stuck his pole all the way down Timmy’s eager throat. “Shake those cakes Daddy J, get ‘em nice and wet. I wanna taste em too.”

    Needing no further encouragement, I spread Timmy’s china-white buttcheeks apart and kissed the slit between them, only slightly crested with blond fuzz. Before I knew it his hole had acted like a vacuum, sucking my hungry tongue into it as I explored every inch, lapping at his cheeks, his taint, even tonguing in past his ultra-tight sphincter. Timmy moaned around Damian’s dick.

    Damian laughed. “Yeah baby boy? Is Daddy J making you feel nice and pretty?”

    Timmy nodded fervently, but never motioned me to stop as I penetrated his tasty puckered hole with my slurps.

    “Dang that sounds juicy,” Damian grunted after a while. “Lemme taste that gorgeous pussy.”

    Timmy obliged, repositioning himself face-first into the sofa pillows as Damian and I took turns ravaging his hole with our tongues. “Sweeter than sugar,” I gasped after my fifth flight. “His angel hole is like crack to me.”

    Damian surfaced, gasping for air. “You’re right bro,” he breathed over Timmy’s low, happy moans. “I can’t get enough of this boy’s cherry.” Then he dived back in.

    After what seemed like hours Damian resurfaced. “I’ve gotta have it, J. I’ve gotta take his cherry. Can I have it?”

    “Is that okay with you?” I asked Timmy, leaning down to kiss him. Timmy nodded, sweat dripping from his forehead. Damian leaned into his other side, giving him a nice long kiss, followed by a booty slap.

    “We’re gonna make you so pregnant tonight, honey,” he whispered into Timmy’s ear, which made Timmy squirm and giggle at the same time. “Here. Daddy J, you slide up under him and give him some pleasure while I fill his hole, ok?”

    “Just what I was thinking,” I said, exchanging smiles with Timmy. “But first…” I eased Timmy’s shirt over his head, exposing a white torso like the rest of his body – chubby but firm – with two baby pink nipples set into his rounded chest. Timmy looked down apologetically.

    “I’m not as fit as you two,” he said softly. “Please don’t judge me.”

    “Aww baby,” we both consoled him. I sat on the couch and pulled his face to mine, tracing his dainty features with my hard, big fingertips. “We love that you are who you are, sweetie,” I said, and Damian echoed me. “See?” And with that, I slid under him and nailed his nipples with my teeth, nibbling and tugging until Timmy was writhing under my arms. 

    “Oh! Oh Daddy J! You make me feel so beautiful!”

    “Because you are beautiful,” Damian whispered over his shoulder. “So beautiful, we’re going to make you ours.”

    I felt Timmy’s squishy body tense under my embrace, followed by a sharp inhale, and I knew that Damian’s big hard cock had entered his tender little hole. But we took care of him; I caressed his nipples and massaged his curves with my bare hands, while Damian whispered sweet nothings in his ear and traced the back of his neck with his lips, his hot panting breath giving both Timmy and I goosebumps as he slowly accelerated the in-and-out motion of his thick shaft into the boy’s ripe, fuzzy peach.

    “Oh shit. Oohhhhh shitttttt,” Damian gasped after a couple of minutes. “Baby, your butt is so perfect, I can’t even tell you. I may be a king, but you’re definitely my baby prince. Ohhhh shittttt.”

    As he pumped faster and faster, I steered Timmy’s gaze into my eyes. “Oh please, oh please, he’s sooo big, Daddy J,” Timmy whimpered. Damian could only grunt in reply, but I soothed him, petting his hair and wetting his parted, plump lips with mine. “You’re making both of us so proud, sweetie. Both of your black kings are so proud of how well you’re treating us. Thank you for being our beautiful white prince.”

    In reply, he ravaged me with the sloppiest, most tender kiss I’d ever received. His breathing got quicker, mirrored by Damian’s faster motions, lusty noises, and occasional “oh SHITs” but still I caressed him, our eyes locked as my friend made sweet sweet love to our host’s highly hospitable boy pussy. 

    “I’m cumming!” Damian yelped all at once. “Baby boy, I’m making you mine!” He slackened his pace, thudding his giant pole in between our boy’s buttcheeks in long, slow thrusts as his hot juice poured out of him, coating Timmy’s insides. “Ohhhh SHIT baby boy!”

    Both of Timmy’s hands were on my shoulders, his mouth open with ecstasy as Damian’s cock emptied itself in his tender womb. “That’s it,” I coached him gently but sternly. “Take every drop. You look so beautiful under his big black body, Timmy baby. So, so beautiful.”

    “I want you,” Timmy whispered.

    My ears perked. “What?”

    “I want to be pregnant by you too,” Timmy whispered. “Right now.”

    Damian staggered back, releasing his cock from Timmy’s mangina, and I hoisted Timmy onto my lap, enchanted by his eagerness. He draped his arms around my neck. “You’re so big, so strong, Daddy J,” he continued, his face still fogged with the ecstasy of his impregnation. “Make me yours too. I want to belong to both of you.”

    “Well, that’s amazing,” Damian said, flopping into the chair but still stroking his still-hard rod. “Give it to him like I did, Daddy J. Make Timmy the white prince of your black cock.”

    “Your wish is my command,” I told Timmy, and we kissed more passionately than ever. While our mouths explored each other’s, I fingered the wetness of his hole, stirring the deposits of manjuice my friend had left. Then I positioned my own fat cocktip to his hole, and pushed upward, all while still making out with the beautiful boy in my lap. He whimpered as I entered his warm heavenly body, but I consoled him with more kisses along his collar, down his chest, suckling at his divine nipples until he was bobbing up and down in my lap on his own, relishing the fat black cock that plugged his butthole to bursting while my lips and teeth admired his ultrasensitive nipples.

    “Ride me, baby,” I urged him between kisses. “Ride my hard cock. Make it burst inside you. Can you do that for me? Can you be that good to my cock?”

    “Yes, Daddy J! I can! I can!” he squealed.

    “Good boy. You’re such a sweet, kind prince to your big black daddy king.” As he bucked himself along my muscular thighs, I cupped both hands around his ample pectorals that swayed with every movement. “You look sooo pretty on this fat cock, baby.”

    “Keep squeezing my boobies, Daddy J!”

    “Sure, baby. Like this?” I squeezed them, and as he shrieked I then leaned in and bit the tip of each nipple. His entire body shivered against mine.

    “Oh Daddy J! I’m cumming! Your huge black dick is making me cum! Oooooh!”

    At the same moment something snapped in the back of my head, and my cock jolted on its own, my balls thumping against Timmy’s pillowy buttcheeks. Next I was shouting Timmy’s name, emptying my load of cum inside him, mingling it with Damian’s, just as Timmy’s own sweet, white load shot onto my dark hairy chest.

    I sat there, spellbound and gasping, as Timmy rode to a stop against my twitching torso. The orgasm had left my head ringing, but even though all my senses were numb, this I knew: I loved this boy. 

    Damian appeared next to us, taking Timmy’s sweaty head in both his hands and covering him with soft kisses. “You’re so, sooo good to us, sweet angel. Now let’s put you to bed, huh? When we wake up in the morning, I think we’ll both be ready to ride that heavenly pussy one more time.”

    “Oh Daddy J! Oh Daddy D!” was all Timmy could muster.

    Damian scooped him into his big black arms and carried him up the staircase, and I followed. It was our turn to take care of our prince. We tucked his tired, naked body between the two of us on his queen-sized mattress, and then we fondled and cuddled and kissed him until we all faded to sleep, dreaming of our next blissful, sweaty, cum-spurting union in the morning.

  • Because He Loved Me

    Chapter One

    “I thought you were light skinned!” That’s how I was greeted by my blind date, Sebastian, in the middle of Pizza Shack. “Quinton didn’t tell me you was dark skinned; you got a light skinned person’s name.” He sat down anyway. “I ain’t never in my life met a dark-skinned guy named Kelley.”

    Not even three minutes in and I didn’t know which one was more offensive: his lack of tact, his loud ass effeminate voice, or the fact that he, a dark-skinned man, found it offensive that our mutual friend, Quinton, set him up on a blind date with another dark-skinned man.

    “If that is a problem, I can leave.” Please let it be a problem

    “No, you’re alright. You’re actually nice looking, I just won’t ready for you to be so black.”

    “You guys ready to order?” Asked the very attractive waiter. Sebastian’s mouth instantly began to water. Our waiter was everything he wished I was : his skin was a very high shade of yellow, has hair was soft, curly, and cut in a neat fade, and he had very light green eyes.

    “I will have a large slice of you.” Joked Sebastian playfully slapping the young man, who looked very uncomfortable, on the arm.

    “Sorry, I’m not on the menu.” He nervously chuckled.

    “That’s too damn bad cause boy I would eat your sexy little yellow..”

    “I’m going!” I interjected. “Nice meeting you Sebastian, but I gotta get home; I got work in the morning.” I got the fuck out of there before my name got called in some sexual harassment shit.

    As soon as I got in my car, I dialed my best friend, Quinton Hughes.

    “You know that was some bullshit!” I unleashed the minute he answered the phone. “I know I have had a drought lately but damn, couldn’t you have hooked me up with a friend that wasn’t rachet as hell and color struck?”

    “Damn, did yawl at least get to know each other?” Sighed Quinton. “I really think the two of you could be good together.”

    “And that is why straight guys should never play match maker to gay ones. Me and that guy would never work. I don’t like fem guys, I don’t like rachet guys, and I don’t even want to deal with a dark-skinned man who thinks that light skin is the right skin.”

    “Well, I tried. I guess this means you’ll be calling Bryson over to unravel you.”

    “Who the fuck told you that?” Bryson was a guy I fucked between and sometimes during relationships. If I had my way, he and I would be exclusive but the little matter of him being straightmade that impossible.

    “Please it’s been almost three weeks since you and Nicholas broke up. You’re horny. Just call Bryson to take care of your need.”

    “You know what Quinton, bye, look at where your suggestions have gotten me so far.”

    As soon as I hung up with Quinton, my horny predictable ass hit Bryson up. Hell, I deserved a good lay after the fuckery I had endured.

    Chapter Two

    Bryson never failed to leave me with curled toes, a wet ass, and an utter sense of complete satisfaction – well, sexual satisfaction.

    He didn’t believe in kissing, hugging, or holding. I once made the mistake of telling him that I loved him, and he made it clear to me that if I ever wanted anymore dick, I’d never say those words to him again. Shit, I am no dummy. A nigga with a nine-and-a-half-inch curved dick and a damn near 7-inch tongue does not come along too often. I already had to take it when I could get it with Bryson.

    After running down the usual rules of not to tell anybody, not to call at a certain time and not to acknowledge him in public especially when he was with his wife, Bryson took a shower ,dressed, and headed home.

    The minute he was gone my sense of sexual satisfaction was replaced with the empty, used ass feeling I always got when Bryson left.

    I got out of bed and went to the bathroom. After taking a piss, I hopped in the shower to clean off the remnants of me and Bryson’s raunchy fuck session.

    Out of nowhere I heard myself crying. Loud, ugly ass, snot slinging crying. My breakup with Nicholas was still raw. Sex with Bryson was gratifying but damn it left me gutted emotionally. Then there was that fuckery at the restaurant. Was this how my life as an openly gay dark-skinned black man doomed to be?

    I made the decision to call in sick and stay home from work the next day I just needed some time to myself.

    Chapter Three

    It was around three in the afternoon when I woke from some much-needed sleep. My stomach was rumbling something fierce. As soon as I was out of bed and determined to quell my hunger with a square of lasagna, I’d bought from Olive Garden a couple days ago someone rang my front door bell.

    I trudged to the door thinking for the millionth time how people always managed to call or visit right when you were either really hungry or really needed to use the bathroom.

    “Delivery for Mr. Kelly Woodhouse. “Smiled the handsome white Fed Ex delivery man when I opened the door.

    “Oh, thank you.” I said accepting the huge brown box of something I had not been expecting.

    “You have a great afternoon.”

    “Same to you”

    He started to walk away then turned back around.

    “Excuse me, these apartments are numbered kind of oddly. You are 12 B; where is 12 C?”

    “The C’s start over on the left-hand side of the complex.”

    “Oh, okay.” He said trying to make sense of my vague ass directions. I shut the door and turned my attention to the brown box in my hands.

    I placed it on the coffee table and tore the top off it. Whoever sent it, damn sure meant to protect it because there was plenty of newspaper and brown wrapping paper jammed into the box. Eagerly I removed handful after handful of paper from the box until my hand touched something furry. I froze. Tears began to pour down my face. I had felt his fur too many times to not know that my hand had just landed on Francis, a miniature bulldog that Nicholas bought me for my birthday a year ago and took back when we broke up. I pushed more paper aside to confirm that indeed, poor Francis lay dead at the bottom of that box.

    I am not sure when I started screaming or at what point the white FedEx guy had entered my apartment, but he was there, instructing me to breathe and to calm down.

    “My -my- my- my dog.” I stammered pointing to the box.

    “Holy shit!” He shouted when he saw Francis’s stiff body “Who the hell would do this?”

    I didn’t answer. I didn’t want to get into my tumultuous three year on and off again physically and emotionally abusive cluster fuck of a relationship I had had with Nicholas. To identify him to this stranger as the one who killed the dog and Fedexed it to me would lead the stranger to inquire about what type of person Nicholas was and just three weeks after our break up would be enough to compel me to tell exactly what kind, but I didn’t want to.

    “Would you like for me to discard him for you. I know it has to be tough with him here like this.”

    “Yes, could you please, thank you…. Um, I am sorry; what is your name?”

    “My name is Kalen.” He lifted the box. “I am so sorry this happened. Whoever did this is really one sick bastard.”

    “You don’t know the half of it.” I said breaking down again.

    “Gee, I really am sorry. I am going to take him out of here now. I hope you’re going to be okay.”

    “Yeah, yeah.” I said gathering myself. “I am going to be good: thank you, Kalen.”

    “Okay then Kelly, I will see you later.”

    Once he was gone it dawned on me how odd it was that Kalen said he would see me later. Unless I had some more packages on the way, I doubted I’d ever see Kalen again.

    I made a call to Quinton. With all that I had been through over the course of the past several hours, I really needed to talk to my best friend.

    Chapter Four

    Quinton and his girlfriend, Shayna, showed up around five with a bucket of KFC, a box of Krispy Kremes, and an ice-cold jug of Turkey Hill sweet tea. Shayna and I worked for the same collections’ agency. I was the one who hooked she and Quincy up and two years later, my best friend has been doing his best to help me find a man who was a perfect for me as Shayna, turned out to be for him. I secretly wished that he’d stop trying. Quinton knew nothing about the gay lifestyle and made the typical heterosexual male assumption that just as long as two guys were sexually attracted to men then they could become a couple. Quinton always meant well though and never failed to be there for me when I needed him. He and Shayna were my family.

    “I still cannot believe that asshole did that to that poor doggie.” Said Shayna breaking the last donut into three pieces and distributing it among us.

    “You, me, and Phillip ought to take a ride over to his place and kick his ass.” Suggested Quinton. Phillip was Quinton’s hard-headed younger brother who embraced every negative stereotype attributed to black males. He was barely 20 and had already done two stints in prison for stupid shit that he thought gave him street cred. Phillip and Quinton were raised by two middle class parents in a neat suburban neighborhood with green lawns and picket fences. Quinton did everything to mirror his up -bringing, while Phillip went out of his way to prove he was a straight up G. What Quinton didn’t know was that poor Phillip’s thug persona was a cover. I discovered months ago during one of me and Nickolas’s breaks that Phillip was gay and quite the bottom according to his Jakk’d profile. No, I never hooked up with him, Phillip is just as much my little brother as he is Quinton’s.

    “How about no.” Said Shayna rolling her eyes at Quinton’s silly suggestion. “Your brother gets himself into enough trouble and the two of you don’t need to begin to get into any.”

    “I know.” Said Quinton. “It’s just so hard not to want to beat old boy’s ass. I never liked him.”

    “I never liked him either, but he was who, Kelly chose to deal with. Hopefully this is the eye opener he needs to not go back to Nicholas.”

    “Damn yawl, I am in the room.”

    “I don’t mean any harm Kelly, but you already know I haven’t liked Nicholas from way back when he slapped you when the two of you first started dating.” Said Shayna.

    “Wait, this is the first time I am hearing about this.” Quinton’s anger was all over his face. “Why didn’t either of you tell me?”

    “Because we worked it out and it never happened again.” I lied

    “Nah, he just fucked one of your female cousins, fucked your credit up getting shit in your name and not paying for it, left you with a shit ton of debt because he wasn’t paying his half of the bills, and sent you your dead dog FedEx. That mother fucker has done more than enough to catch an ass beating.”

    “But we are all just going to pray and move on.” Said Shayna gathering our used plates and cups.

    The doorbell rang.

    “I hope it’s that mother fucker.” Said Quincy getting up to answer it.

    “You need to calm your hyper masculine ass down.” Said Shayna. Quinton playfully smacked her on the behind as they passed each other: him on the way to answer the door and her on the way to the kitchen.

    “Good evening; is Kelly here?” I heard Kalen’s voice. “I stopped by to check on him and to bring him something.

    “Come in.” said Quinton, not knowing whether he was letting a mass shooter into my apartment. I know my friend well enough to know that if he saw the slightest hint of Kalen being gay, he was going to go into full matchmaker mode.

    “Hi Kelly.” Said Kalen entering my living room carrying a brown box. “I took care of that, but I felt so bad about what happened that I wanted to do something nice for you.” He placed the box down on the coffee table reached inside and pulled out the cutest little Pomchi puppy. “My sister’s boyfriend breeds these. He still owed me money on a motorcycle I built for him, so I asked for this guy instead.”

    The minute he placed the furry little ball of energy in my arms I loved it. He could never replace Francis, but he was a perfect new addition to my life.

    “Thank you so much Kalen.” I said through teary eyes. “I really, really appreciate this. You didn’t have to.”

    “But I wanted to. You seem like such a nice guy Kelly. I cannot imagine why anybody would want to hurt you.”

    “No one else does, just that asshole he used to be in a relationship with.” Said Quinton as if any of it was Kalen’s business. “Oh hi, I am Quinton and she is my girlfriend, Shayna. How do you know Kelly?”

    “I actually just met him today, I unfortunately delivered the gruesome package.”

    “Yet you found it in your heart to bring him a new puppy,” quizzed Quinton. “Tell me Kalen, are you gay, single, and are you into black guys?”

    “That’s none of your business!” yelled me and Shayna at the same time. Poor Kalen turned bright pink.

    “Kalen please forgive, Quinton, he is on a never-ending quest to find my Mr. Right.”

    “Oh,” Chuckled Kalen, “For a minute there I thought he was trying to find his.”

    Me and Shayna burst out laughing. Quinton gave the sarcastic over dramatic laugh to let us know he was offended by Kalen’s humor.

    “Nah bruh, everything is straight over here.”

    “Well, everything isn’t straight over here and I date people, not colors. Anyway, I am going to bid you good folks’ good night. I will see you later Kelly.”

    “I like him.” Said Shayna. “Good looking, nice sense of humor, and he’s color blind.”

    “Shayna, that man ain’t said nothing in the world about wanting to get with me.”

    “What do you think that puppy is for?” asked Quinton. “Come on, Kelly, that man came all the way back here to bring you a dog. He wants some bussy.”

    “EWW!!” Said me and Shayna both.

    “Please don’t ever use that term again.” I cringed. I never understood why straight men felt so comfortable using terms like bussy, mussy, or boy pussy. Did they think that referencing the male anus as a vagina made gay sex any less gay??

    “Really though Kelly, old boy might be what you need.” Said Shayna.

    “Oh please, I can barely get a black man to want me.” I sighed.

    “That’s because you been dealing with self-hating fuck niggas.” Said Quinton.

    “Guys, he just did something nice because he felt sorry for me, please don’t conflate that with the idea that he’s somehow smitten with me.”

    “I don’t know Kelly, I noticed how he was looking at you.” Said Shayna.

    “Bae got that hawk eye; you know she be noticing shit don’t nobody else see.” Laughed Quinton.

    “And I am almost always right.”

    “Can’t argue with that.” Said Quinton. “Okay, buddy, we’re about to get out of here and let you bond with your new friend.”

    “What are you going to name him, Kelly?” asked Shayna petting my puppy before getting up to join Quinton at the door.

    “I don’t know yet.” To be honest, I hadn’t even thought about giving him a name. I was just so caught up in the delightful feeling of having my new fury companion in my arms.

    “Well whatever you decide, I know the little guy is lucky to have you for an owner. You take care Kelly. And bring your ass to work on Monday.”

    “What am I going to name you?” I asked once Quinton and Shayna were gone. He looked up at me as if he really had the ability to answer the question.

    “I think I am going to name you Blessing. How about that; do you like the name, Blessing?” He licked my face and nestled himself tighter in my arms. Tears began to well up in my eyes again. Blessing licked them as they ran down my face.

    Chapter Five

    Saturday was usually my day for gym, laundry, and whatever miscellaneous errands I needed to run and a trip to the bar later in the day.

    All of that was going to be put off until Sunday because I was all hyped about getting Blessing a new bed, a couple of outfits, toys, and food. I also planned to get him used to the local dog park. In less than two hours I had already spent close to $300 on Blessing. I wasn’t allowed to buy cute little doggie outfits for Francis.

    “I’ll give him to the pound before you clothe him in those faggy ass dog outfits.” Warned Nicholas. “Why you gotta always embrace the bitch side of doing this gay shit.”

    I bought ten outfits for Blessing. I was damn determined that I was going to love and spoil my dog as much as I wanted. I didn’t have to live with the threat of coming home to find him gone the way that I did with Francis. When Nicholas and I broke up he crudely pried poor Francis out of my arms. Both Francis and I were crying to the top of our lungs. We both knew that Nicholas’s maniacal ass wasn’t going to ever let us be together again. Damn, Nicholas sure did make certain of that.

    “I see the two of you have already bonded.” Smiled Kalen when I literally bumped into him at the local sandwich shop.

    “He is such a good dog.” The minute I said that, Blessing’s ass literally leaned in and took a big ass bite out of the corned beef sandwich that Kalen was holding. “Blessing no!”

    “It’s alright.” Said Kalen.

    A quick memory of Francis being flung across the room and landing against the wall after he made the mistake of nibbling at a chicken nugget on Nicholas’s plate flashed through my mind.

    “Let me buy you another sandwich.” I offered.

    “You don’t have to Kelly.”

    “I insist. It’s the least that I can do.”

    I ordered myself a chicken salad sandwich with green tea and another corned beef sandwich for Kalen. We ate our lunch at one of the small tables outside.

    “So, how are you feeling?” asked Kalen.

    “Much better. This little guy has done a lot to pick my spirits up.”

    “I am glad. I was so worried about you when I left your house yesterday. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

    “Why; you don’t even know me.”

    “Because the hurt I saw on your face over that poor dead dog told me that you are a good person with a good heart. It also made me want to get to know you better.”

    “I have to be honest Kalen, I am still very recently out of a bad relationship and …. I am embarrassed to say this, but I have never dated a white man before.”

    “We don’t have to rush anything. I want to get to know you and have you get to know me then we can go from there.”

    I couldn’t think of a single reason not to get to know Kalen better. So far, he was light years ahead of Nicholas.

    Chapter Six

    What! I cannot believe the powerful dick stroke possessed by one Kalen Simms. Yes, we fucked Saturday night after spending most of the day together. I was apprehensive at first. I let go of every fear that he’d have a small dick, was going to smell like a wet dog and just let him love me.

    When we finished, I couldn’t help breaking down and cry. For the first time in my life a man entered my body and didn’t call me “bitch” or “nigga”. He told me how beautiful I was and how beautiful he thought that my dark skin looked. For the first time in my life I didn’t feel empty, used, or ashamed after sex.

    It was still too early to tell how things were going to go between me and Kalen but so far, I was pleased.

    “Who laid some good dick on you?” asked Shayna during our lunch break.

    “What gives you that impression?” I teased

    “Oh boy, please. You have been running around this office all perky, energetic and humming and shit. Ain’t nothing behind that but some good dick.”

    “You remember Kalen?”

    “The white guy?”

    “Yes. Girl we ran into each other at the sandwich shop. Blessing’s greedy ass bit his sandwich, so I bought him another one. We spent the rest of the day together and he ended up at my house Saturday night through yesterday afternoon.”

    “I am so happy for you Kelly, but I am pissed off at you too because you made me lose a bet.”

    “What bet?”

    “Quinton bet me that Kalen was going to get your bussy before the weekend was up. I bet that you weren’t even feeling him like that.”

    “Wow, so yawl just wagered on whether or not I was going to fuck a stranger.”

    “Well I did bet that you would have some damn morals. I am just playing, Kelly. He seems like a very nice guy and if he is making you happy then I am all for it.”

    “Thank you Shayna.” I kissed her on the forehead. “So, what did my weakness cost you.”

    “I’ve got to eat his ass.” She frowned. I burst out laughing at her obvious abhorrence to analingus.

    “Girl, next time don’t have so much confidence in me.” For the rest of the day at work, I burst into laughter every time I looked at Shayna.

    I had to have been falling mighty damn fast for Kalen because I let him talk my black ass into going camping.

    Quinton clowned me right up until the day I left for the weekend getaway, but I knew that he was over the moon happy for me.

    The first day did not go so well. Blessing, who I probably should have got Shayna and Quinton to dog sit fell into the lake and damn near drowned. Being a small dog, the poor thing was almost lost. I was frozen and on the verge of shutting down, but Kalen stripped down to his boxers, jumped in that water and saved my baby.

    I made sure Blessing didn’t venture out of the tent for the rest of the time that we were in the woods.

    Making love in the forest under the pale moon light felt some kind of special to me. Fucking outside in the woods felt so much better when it was a romantic getaway and not the last resort when you wanted a nut, but you couldn’t bring somebody to your home, and nobody had money for a hotel.

    “I want you to meet my parents.” Said Kalen holding me tight

    “Baby, isn’t it a bit early for us to be meeting each other’s parents?”

    “I don’t think so. I’ve told my parents all about you and they’re dying to meet you.”

    I had never met Nicholas’s parents, or any guy’s I’d been with for that matter. Kalen must have really thought a lot of me to want to introduce me to his family. I agreed to go. Blessing cried to get out of the tent but finally quieted down and fell asleep when he realized that he wasn’t going to have his way. Outside in our sleeping bag, Kalen held me closely as we both basked in the beauty of the moonlit sky.

    Chapter Seven

    “Lord don’t let these white folks be hippies, have a house full of cats and dogs, or serve not bland ass food.” I silently prayed when Kalen pulled into the driveway of his parent’s two-story town house.

    “Are you sure it was okay for me to bring Blessing?”

    “Sure, my parents love animals.”

    Lord don’t let these people have a zoo in there. More than two of any creatures other than gold fish and I wasn’t going to eat shit.

    “Oh, Kalen he’s gorgeous.” Cooed Kalen’s mom who looked like badly aging version of Cyndy Lauper. Kalen’s dad looked like he could have still been handsome had he just not decide to say, “Fuck it” and let his hair go grey and stomach go pot. “I am so pleased to meet you Kelly. And who is this beautiful little guy here?” Her rude ass took Blessing away from me.

    “Please to meet you.” I said.

    “You know.” Said Kalen’s father who had been staring at me ever since I walked into the house. “He looks just like James Baldwin. Don’t you think so Kathleen?”

    “Oh yes, I definitely see Baldwin.” She said stroking my dog like she didn’t intend to ever give it back.

    Both of Kalen’s parents were on the verge of catching it. Now I respect the hell out of James Baldwin as a writer, don’t get me wrong, but Goddamn it I didn’t look like him. Now I will be the first to tell anybody that there ain’t a lot of shit in this world that I can brag about but I could say with confidence that I didn’t look like James Baldwin.

    “Mom, Dad, how about we stop with your silly this one looks like that one game” suggested Kalen. He could tell that I was annoyed and flashed me a “Please bear with me,” look.

    “Oh, I don’t mean to offend. It’s not even so much that you are a dead ringer for him. But with that dark skin, those big brown eyes and that tall lanky frame of yours, you could easily portray him in a play of motion picture.” Said Kalen’s Dad

    “So, Mom, what did you cook for dinner?” asked Kalen wanting to switch the subject.

    “Well I didn’t make fried chicken and water melon that’s for darn tooting.” laughed Kalen’s mother. I failed to see the humor. In fact, I was thoroughly pissed and had made up my mind that I was going to cuss everybody the fuck out then take my dog and go.

    “Mama!” Snapped Kalen.”

    “Oh, I am just being silly.” She clearly didn’t see that her behavior was a problem which was really becoming problematic to me. “I have made my famous stuffed shells and garlic bread with a nice garden salad.”

    “Kelly, you are in for a treat”, chimed Kalen’s father. “She’s also made her famous blueberry dump cake.”

    “OH, Jacob, that was going to be a surprise.”

    “Let’s go eat; shall we?” Suggested Kalen before his parent had a chance to say anymore fucked up shit before dinner.

    “I am so sorry.” He whispered to me taking my hand and escorting me to his parent’s dining room.

    Kalen’s mother didn’t ever need to cook for anybody. Kalen and his parents lapped it down like it was five-star cuisine. I took a few polite mouthfuls of the bland ass overcooked stuffed shells and filled up on garlic bread and salad. I never guessed that anyone would be able to fuck up a dump cake but, yeah, she did that.

    Even though she was a shitty cook, I learned over the course of dinner that she was not a shitty person, and neither was Kalen’s dad.

    She worked as a public high school principal in one of the poorest counties in the state. She implemented a food pantry program and converted the school’s basement into a free laundry mat. She had also fought to implement a straight to work vocations program for students who did not wish to attend college.

    Kalen’s Dad was a psycho therapist who chose to work with inmates. He strongly believed that tackling mental health issues in most inmates was the key to preventing repeat offenses.

    Overall, despite the rocky start and God-awful food, I enjoyed meeting Kalen’s parents. Once I got to know them, it wasn’t hard to understand why Kalen turned out to be as wonderful as he was.

    On the ride home I felt sad that Kalen would not get the same experience visiting my real family. My parents were not parents. I was always closer to Quinton’s parents. I fully planned to have Kalen over for dinner with Shayna and Quinton, my family.

    Chapter Eight

    I was damn proud of myself. Bryson showed up at my door late Friday night with his dick in his hand and I turned him away. Yes, that long, thick, and wickedly curved piece of flesh that had me traveling through vortexes was surprisingly easy for me to turn away. Bryson simply reminded me that it would be waiting whenever I needed it again and left my door.

    Two hours later I got a phone call from Quinton. Hearing him cry nearly ripped my heart out of my chest. Phillip, his little brother, our little brother ,had been shot and killed in a drive by.

    You know you have a good man when he gets up out of his sleep drives all the way across town and takes you to your grieving best friend’s house because you are too broken up to drive. Kalen was my Superman through it all.

    I was right next to my brother, Quinton, when they lowered Phillip in the ground. Right next to me giving me the strength I needed to have Quinton’s back was Kalen. I loved Kalen. He did so many positive things I had never experienced in any of my previous relationships that I felt as if this was my first time really being in love.

    After the funeral, Quinton didn’t want to stick around for the repass and really, I couldn’t blame. Him, Shayna, Kalen and I all went to Quinton and Shayna’s apartment. Shayna threw together a quick dinner of turkey sandwiches, avocados drizzled in vinaigrette and acai berry flavored water.

    “I had just talked to him.” Cried Quinton pushing his untouched plate of food aside. “He promised me that he was going to go an enroll in community college. I promised him that if he completed a six-month vocational program that I was going to buy him a car.”

    “It sounds to me like you were a wonderful brother to him.” Offered Kalen. “In spite of what happened, you did something good for him before he lost his life.”

    “Thank you.” Said Quinton “I really appreciate that. I was hard on him, but I loved him, and I wanted him to be somebody.”

    He doubled over sobbing. Shayna rubbed his back as tears poured from her face. I left my seat to go and embrace them both. A couple of minutes later, Kalen had inserted himself into our group embrace. He fit perfectly. He was more and more becoming a part of my family.

    Chapter Nine

    One Year Later

    “If you didn’t like pussy before, you’re damn sure not going to like it now.” Teased Quinton freezing his 62’ flat screen on the image of Shayna’s crowning vagina about to push my little nephew Phillip Kelly-Kalen Hughes into the world.

    “Well the next time you’re over we are going to show you some of our home videos.” Laughed Kalen.

    “You wrong for that.” Said Quinton.

    “Boy stop showing everybody my pussy- ass !!!” Said Shayna bringing little Phillip into the living room. She grabbed the remote and flicked the television off. I immediately took the baby. He gurgled and cooed then nestled himself against my chest ready to begin another nap. Blessing, ever the attention seeker, cried until Kalen pick him up and held him.

    “You are one spoiled ass dog.” Said Shayna.

    “And we’re going to have one spoiled ass baby.” Said Quinton. “Look at all this love he is blessed with then both sets of grandparents on top of that.”

    “He is going to have a beautiful life.” Agreed Shayna.

    “I am very grateful for you all letting me be a part of it.” Said Kalen.

    “Are you kidding? You are the best thing that has happened to my best friend in a long time. You have done nothing but love him and for that Shayna and I love you.”

    Now it was Kalen crying. I was right there to hold him tight the way he had done for me over the course of the past year. A year that showed me that God had given me plenty of favor. I had a good job, a family that wasn’t blood related but always had my back, and a man that loved me better than I had loved myself for far too long. I had a man that didn’t think he was doing me a favor by being with me; one that I could love in the open, and one that didn’t care that my skin was dark. In a year even during our two heated arguments he never raised a hand to me or threatened to take back blessing or anything else he’d given me. He was supportive of not only me, but the people who were close to me. Kalen had been a very big part in helping Quinton through his grieving process. Their love of football and motor cycles forged a bond between them that was just as close as mine and Quinton’s, plus Shayna adored him.

    I permanently deleted Bryson’s number from my contacts nearly a year ago. I no longer needed his empty fornication.

    I saw Nicholas at the sandwich shop where me and Kalen first began our relationship. He looked appalled that I not only was happy but had a very handsome man holding my hand. I saw him but never acknowledged him. He looked as if he was contemplating whether to approach Kalen and me. He eventually just stormed out of the shop.

    “What was that all about?” asked Kalen.

    “That was my ex, Nicholas.”

    “That was Nicholas? The lunatic that mailed you a dead dog/”

    “And beat me off and on when we were together and told me I couldn’t find anyone else because I was too black and ugly, and got one of my female cousins pregnant then stole money from my bank account to pay for an abortion.” I broke down and cried. It was the first time I had told Kalen any of this.

    “Come here.” He said holding me close. “That was your past. Your distant past. You will never experience anything like that again as long as I have breath in my body.”

    From the way that he held onto me in the middle of that sandwich shop, I knew that he meant every word.

    I loved Kalen because he loved me. There were plenty of other reasons as well but the fact that he loved me was the main reason I was able to let myself be loved and not be afraid to love in return. I loved him because he loved me.

    The End

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  • The Toy Store: Bottom’s Getting Revenge

    It was a nice cozy evening at my place. My boyfriend and I are sitting on the couch watching TV. We decided to put on a comedy movie but we rarely watch it because we are always too focused on making out with each other. We have this game we play where we try to steal each other’s tongues out of each other’s mouths, we even take turns! We bravely shove our tongue in the other’s mouth for him to suck on, often times, we suck very hard. It hurts so badly, but we enjoy it. We always push the limits of how much pain the other can tolerate. One time I sucked Timothy’s tongue so hard, I left him bleeding with purple bruises on the tip of his tongue.

    I enjoy hearing him moan in pain, sensing his mouth squirm, not feeling his lips pressed against mine, feeling his breath hit my nose through his open mouth as he screams, and sensing him trying to break free. When I finally did let his tongue go, he would hold his mouth, UGH, so fucking hot! Tonight was a lot like that, only he is trying to get revenge on me. I kept teasing him, I would give him my tongue and quickly take it back just as his lips attempt to form a seal around my tongue and he starts to suck. “Babe,” he said, giggling, “Give me your tongue,” he demanded, putting one hand gently behind my head, bringing our faces closer together so we can kiss some more. As I attempt to kiss him, I can feel his lips ready to form a seal around my tongue instead of kissing me back. “Stick out tongue and close your eyes,” he said. “I’m nervous,” I said with a smile. “Stick it out,” he demanded. He was too far away to grab my tongue so I just stuck it out. “Aww you’re scared, that’s hot,” he said, watching my tongue shake nervously. “Ahhhhh, it’s gonna hurt,” I said, barely avoiding my fate. “Only a bit, now stick it back out and close your eyes,” he said, and I did. Before I even had a chance to react, he grabbed my tongue with his lips and sucked the life out of it. “Ahhh!! Ahhh!! Mmmm, Ahhh!” I screamed. I could feel my bottom teeth scraping the underside of my tongue, it really hurt, and so did the enormous pain I felt at the tip of my tongue. He sucked my tongue for what felt like an eternity, and when he was done, I ran to the bathroom to rinse my mouth out. “Raul, that was so hot babe,” he yelled from the couch, “I really enjoy hearing you scream,” he said.

    I won’t lie, I really enjoy this game, but the fact that I am bleeding right now was alarming. “We have to be careful with this game, I am bleeding,” I said. “Let me see,” he said. I stuck my tongue out again, “Mmm, very purple, I like that,” he said happily. “Truce,” I asked. “Truce,” he said. We went back to normal kissing, careful not to swap my blood back and forth. I put my hand behind his neck gently rubbing him. The softer and gentler I touched him, the more he enjoyed it, and the more he moaned. Kissing with just our lips is not normal or natural for us so I just started kissing his neck, and nibbling his ear, while I enjoy watching him squirm from the pleasure. As he gets hornier and hornier, he loses control of himself and gets aggressive with me. “Babe, fuck, this feels so good,” he said, roughly grabbing my trapezoid muscles, holding his head back with his eyes closed. The rough grabs turned into rough hugs. He grabbed me as he leaned back, and made me lay on top of him. I grabbed both of his hands and thrusted them against the couch cushions, holding his hands firmly above his head. I licked his neck, holding my temptation to bite the fuck out of him back. I watched him fight to break free from my grip, it was so hot. I let him go and he quickly grabbed my neck and held my mouth close to his neck. I gently bit him, licked his neck, and felt his neck muscles flex as he moan and enjoyed this.

    I took my right hand and rubbed his stomach, through his shirt, continuing to lick him, and nibble on his ear, listening deeply to his every moan. He reached in and grabbed my dick through my jeans. I sat him up, took his shirt off, and laid him back down on the couch so that I could lick his nips while rubbing his boner through his pants. I licked his chest, and his neck, while listening to him moan, which made him hug my body tight. He grabbed my face and kissed me hard while reaching for my shirt and taking it off. “Is your ass clean,” I asked. “No,” he said. “I wanna fuck you again, can you go clean out, please,” I asked. It’s always a struggle to get to fuck him, he says he is a bottom but doesn’t like to bottom for me. “Babe, you fucked me every day this week, and you just fucked me this morning, I want the day off,” he demanded. I stood up and pulled my dick out in front of his face, “But I am horny, look at him,” I said in a sad voice, “Can you really tell him, ‘no?’” I asked while I flexed my pelvic muscles, bouncing my dick up and down. He stared at him and said, “No babe, I need a break. Being a bottom is a lot of work, I really wish you understood that,” he said. “Babe, all you have to do is run some water in your ass and push it out. Then you just lay there and let me fuck you, it’s not hard,” I said. “If it isn’t hard, then let me fuck you tonight,” he asked. “Babe I am a top, I don’t bottom, you know this,” I said. “Okay fine, can I offer you a blow job instead, maybe a hand job,” he asked.

    “I want your booty,” I said as I proceeded to take his pants off. “How about this, I will let you fuck me tonight, but only if you suck my dick, and lick my toes. There has to be some pleasure in this for me too,” he said. “That is gross and again, I am a top, I am not sucking your dick,” I said. “Then you don’t get to fuck me tonight,” he said. “Oh come on, please,” I said sadly. “No, here is your shirt, lets continue watching the movie,” he said with a smile. This was not fair! “Okay, how about I help you clean out,” I offered. “And suck my dick,” he asked. “No,” I replied. “Then no,” he said. “Oh my god, please babe! Is there anything else I can do,” I asked in desperation. He sat there thinking, “Well, I have always wanted to go this fun couples activity, it is kind of like an escape room, but for couples only.

    Agree to go with me, and then you can fuck me,” he said. “Fine, when is it,” I asked. He grabbed his phone and checked the times, “Oh! There is one in an hour, let’s go,” he said with excitement. It’s such short notice, but hell, if I get to fuck him tonight, I am down. “Alright, fine. Let’s go,” I said. “Great, I print this waiver out? We both have to sign a copy.” he asked. Without really looking at it, I let him print it out and I just signed it. At the top it read, “A Couple’s Adventure.” “Ready to go,” I asked. “Yes, let me just get my shoes on,” he said. “Babe,” I said, nervously. “Yes,” he said with a smile. “Can I see your asshole before we go, I wanna see what awaits me when we get back,” I said. “Sure,” he said. He turned around, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled everything down. I got on my knees and opened his cheeks, “Hold on, I can’t see,” I said, pulling out my phone to turn on the flashlight. “Hold your cheeks open for me,” I asked. As he held his cheeks open, I shined my light on his asshole and looked at it.

    Timothy has the sexiest asshole I have ever seen! So delicious looking, just 2 strands of hair, so tight, and so manly smelling! Just the right balance of sweat and musk! I couldn’t get enough of his ass, I sniffed it really good, licked it, and then tried to finger him, but he stopped me. “Nope, you get to insert stuff up my ass when we get back,” he said, turning around and pulling up his pants. It was like having a steak dinner placed in front of me, and then yanked away as soon as I pick up my fork. I turned my flashlight off, and put my phone away. I took him to West Hollywood where this escape room was supposed to be. “Babe! Look! Let’s go to that store,” he said. Timothy and I have been together for a few months, this was not our first time here, but as a couple, it was our first time coming to West Hollywood together. “Wait, wait, wait, that is not the escape room,” I said, hyper focused on my prize. “No… But look, they are offering a $10,000 prize!!” He said with excitement. The toy store had an ad in the window about winning $10,000, if we participated in a study. “Last call!!!” Yelled one of the toy store employees. Timothy yanked me forward as he took off running, still holding my hand. “We are coming, wait for us,” he yelled, nearly out of breath. The store employee started closing the door while still making eye contact with us. We squeezed through the door, “You guys made it just in time, hope you enjoy,” he said. I looked at my boyfriend who had the biggest smile on his face. I kissed him and I could taste the salt on his lips from the sweat.

    I then proceeded to look around the room at all the dildos while Timothy turned in our waivers. Some were very realistic looking, some were molded from porn star’s dicks, some were made of metal, and some were oddly massive. “Who would ever put that up their ass,” I asked out loud. “Thank you all for coming today,” said another employee to the crowd of couples in the store. “As you have seen, we are running a study right now and you are all entered for a chance to win $10,000. Of course, you have to complete the study in order to win the prize. First, we want to know who’s a top and who’s a bottom. So if I could have all the tops move to this side of the room, and all the bottoms move to the other side please,” he said as the crowd started moving. I am a top so I stayed put. Timothy is a bottom, so he kissed me on the lips for a while, as if this was the last time he would ever kiss me. He even pushed his tongue into my mouth, and said, “Good luck babe,” as he let go of my hand and walked to the other side of the room. “Perfect. The study we are doing today is about sex toys and sexuality. Behind these doors are two rooms full of toys, tops will get access to the left room, the bottoms will get the right room. We will have further instructions once you are inside,” he said. We all started walking to the doors, nervously.

    I looked over to the other side of the room and saw Timothy looking back at me. He is so cute, I am so lucky I get to call him my boyfriend. He mouthed the words, “I love you,” to me before he disappeared into the room. I continued to walk into the top room, nervous about what awaits for me. I was the last to enter the room, it was dark, and smelled of new sex toys. As the store employee closed the doors behind me, I heard him lock it and walk towards the front of the room. This was very odd, and suddenly, the lights turned on and at the front of the room was a stage and a huge bingo sign. Most of the lights were directed at the stage, the rest of the room was dimly lit. There were tables setup in rows with huge dildos suction cupped to the tables. I was now deeply concerned about what was to come. As I walked closer to the tables, I saw a bingo board, dildo, lube, a timer, and a pencil on each table. I looked at the other guys in the room who looked just as confused as I was. Some of the guys picked up the dildos and examined them, I had no interest. Across the room, I saw two guys playing swords with the dildos and laughing, swinging them back and forth like they were in medieval times. “Attention guys, attention,” a guy said standing on stage. “My name is Ralph and this is my play room!” He said with excitement. “I see some of you are nervous… but don’t worry, I promise this will be worth $10,000, and it will be fun,” he said with enthusiasm. “Let’s start with introductions! I wanna get to know you beautiful men a little better, so let’s start from left to right. Name, age, what you do for a living, and if you are a total top or not,” he said.

    I was in the second row so I didn’t have to say anything for a while. “Hello guys, my name is Pablo, I am 21 years old, I am currently a barista at Starbucks, and I am 100% a top,” he said. “Pablo, mmmm, you are very attractive. Tell me, what’s your favorite thing about being a top,” Ralph asked. “I mean, stretching guys assholes open with my massive dick. A lot of guys I fuck can barely handle me, so I enjoy encouraging them to take it. It turns me on to push the limits of their ass,” he said seductively as the other men nodded in agreement. “Wonderful! I am sure you are an amazing top,” Ralph said seductively. The next guy introduced himself, there was 12 of us in total so this was going to take some time. 15 minutes later, it was my turn, and I was the last one to introduce myself. “Hi guys, my name is Raul, 24 years old, I am a chef for the Hilton Hotel, and I am a total top,” I said, nervously. “Oh don’t be nervous Raul, you are too cute for that. Don’t worry, this will be fun, I promise.

    Can I see you smile,” Ralph asked. I smiled, “Aww look at that beautiful smile,” he said as all the guys looked at me with appreciation. “Thanks guys,” I said. “Alright, I need all of my verse, and verse-top men to move over to the right side of the room. Tops to the left,” he said. We shuffled around, “It’s funny how the room always divides itself in half,” he said to the other store employee and giggled. “Alright, let me come clean about something, $10,000 is not cheap, and it needs to be worth our while. Today’s game is called, ‘Total Break-in!’ You tops will partner up with someone from the other side of the room, and you will be taking these dildos up your tight, virgin, asses!

    Don’t worry though, only 1 person is leaving with the money. I will give you 3 minutes to select your partners, go!” he said. “Oh uh uh!” I protested very loudly, but was ignored. I rushed over and partnered with Steve, a verse-top. “Excellent, now, tops… get naked!” Ralph said evilly. “Wait, I object, I am not doing this, I am not getting naked, nor am I bottoming! I want to leave,” I said, as I became intimidated by the size of the dildo. “Are you sure you want to do that,” Ralph asked. “Yes, I am not getting naked, and I refuse to bottom,” I said. “Oooookay, but if you want to leave the room, you will have to breakup with your boyfriend in front of all of us, AND… say why,” he said as he switched on the stage TV, showing us a video feed of our partners playing a normal game of bingo. “Now, which one is your man,” he asked. Taken off guard, I mentally exited the room and started thinking about what life would be like without his smiling face. “Raul…” he said. “I will stay,” I said. “Great! Now get naked,” he demanded. I started taking off my shirt when he stopped me, “Oh no, get on stage with me and strip for all of us,” he said. My heart sunk, I slowly walked on stage. I walked to the center of the stage and noticed the spotlight focus on me! It was a hot and bright light, and it make me very nervous and shy. I began to take off all of my clothes. My hands were shaking as I unbuttoned my pants, in fact, I couldn’t unbutton them at all. “I am sorry, what was your name again,” Ralph asked my partner for this challenge. “Steve,” he said. “Steve come up here and help Raul out,” he said with excitement as the audience had the nerve to applaud as he made his way on stage. Steve came on stage and unbuttoned my pants while Ralph recorded it with his phone. “Hey!” I yelled. “Uh, uh, uh, don’t yell.

    Just cooperate,” Ralph said sternly. Steve tried to pull my underwear down, but I wasn’t ready. I put my hand on his and stopped him, took a deep breath, and let go of his hands. He pulled my underwear down to my ankles, then lifted both of my feet up to remove the underwear. He then stood up and faced Ralph. “Show off for the audience,” Ralph demanded. Steve moved out of the way and all of the guys saw me naked! I was so embarrassed I could barely move, I had so much shrinkage going on. I looked out into the audience and could tell that despite being excited to see me naked, they were nervous as well. “Turn around Raul,” he said as he changed channels on the TV to a small go pro camera that was pointed at me. He even pulled a flashlight out of his pocket, “Bend over and open your cheeks,” he said. I immediately had a flashback to every single time I asked Timothy to do the same thing for me. I felt like a pig, and I know I am just as demanding with him, so it also made me feel taken advantage of. I bent over and he put the camera right in front of my asshole. This was the weirdest thing I have ever been through, I felt so vulnerable and exposed. The feeling was made worse knowing that this was a room full of tops who are probably getting horny looking at my asshole!

    They were probably imagining themselves fucking me too! I didn’t want that, I am a top, I don’t want to be looked at in this way. “Pablo,” Ralph said. “Give Raul’s asshole a rating, 1-10,” he asked. “Definitely a 10,” he said. “Do you want to fuck Raul, and stretch his asshole open with your massive dick,” Ralph asked, briefly making eye contact with me as I looked up at him while still holding my cheeks open. I could tell he knew what he was doing, and I hated him for it. “I do! I would love to fuck Raul,” Pablo said. “Come up here then,” Ralph said. “Whoa, whoa! I didn’t sign up for this,” I objected as I turned around. “I have plenty of footage to ruin your relationship. I could go over to the other room right now, and spill the beans. So I suggest you quit objecting, and this might get easier for you,” Ralph whispered into my ear with stern as Pablo arrived on stage with a boner in his pants. “Get naked Pablo, show Mr. Raul your massive dick,” Ralph said, as if he didn’t just threaten me, as if everything was fine! Pablo wasted no time, he stripped and had the biggest dick I have ever seen in my life, it looked fake. “Raul, do you like Pablo’s dick,” Ralph asked. “Sure,” I said. “Oh… ‘Sure’ he says. Based on your reaction, I would say you have never seen a dick this big before, is that right,” he asked. “Yes, that is true,” I said. “How about you bend over again and let Pablo see that tight asshole of yours up close,” he said. I looked at Pablo who was enjoying this. I shook my head, turned around, and bent back over to show my asshole to him. “Feel free to get on your knees and thoroughly examine his asshole. Don’t be afraid to touch it,” Ralph said, handing him the flashlight. I hated this so much! Suddenly I felt Pablo’s finger on my asshole, I jumped, fell over, and looked up at Pablo who giggled.

    The bright stage light made me feel super exposed, I reminded me that I am very naked, and forced to do stuff that I am uncomfortable with doing. “Get back up, he was not finished looking at your asshole,” Ralph demanded. I got back up, bent back over and opened my cheeks to let him finger my ass. It was so dry, “Ahh, it hurts, get some lube,” I said. Pablo spit on his finger and put it back up my ass. “The rest of you, get naked. Pablo, see if you can get the head of your dick up his ass,” Ralph said. I dropped my head in disappointment but didn’t object. I felt Pablo yank his finger out of my ass, then a few seconds later, I felt a wall press against my asshole. “Fuck dude, you’re so fucking big!” I said. My legs were shaking, I felt one of his hands grip my hips as he began to insert his dick up my ass. IT HURT, I kept putting my hand back and touching his stomach, pleading him to go slower. It felt like my asshole was being split apart. “Damn dude, you are so tight, I fucking love it. Submit to my dick,” he said to me. I wanted to turn around and punch him in the mouth for saying that! But then again, I started thinking about how I treated my boyfriend when I fuck him, I say the same kinds of things to him, it makes me feel bad. “It hurts bro, please go slower,” I said. “Alright that is enough,” Ralph said. “I was almost in there too, you got lucky,” Pablo said. “Both of you return to your table,” Ralph said as I stood up and felt my asshole throbbing in pain.

    I was so embarrassed, it felt like my face was on fire. “Are you okay,” Steve asked. “No, not at all,” I said. Steve hugged me, “You will get through this,” he said. His comfort helped me feel a lot better, I closed my eyes and hugged him back, and hugged him for a while. I saw a big flash of light, I opened my eyes, and it was Ralph taking a photo of us. It made me mad!! “Hey, ignore him. None of us expected this, just focus on getting out of here with the $10,000,” Steve said, which calmed me down. “Alright tops, there is a bathroom right over there, you have three minutes each to get your asses empty of shit. Go!” Ralph said. By the time it was my turn, it smelled horrible in the bathroom! I opened a new enema pack, got some water, and cleaned myself out…