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Timmy came from a family where brain cells were in short supply, and to put it mildly, they were a bunch of dumb-fucks. Timmy had three siblings, two older brothers and one a year younger than him. The two older brothers were both plumbers, and his younger brother was so stupid that Timmy’s parents even believed that he wouldn’t even be able to get a job sweeping streets.

Unlike his brothers, who all looked like their dad, Timmy was the best looking of the bunch and took after his mother. Unfortunately, being of smaller of stature he was like a magnet to the rough bi-curious guys in the neighbourhood and by the time he turned sixteen; he was regularly sexually preyed upon and used by them. Timmy accepted his lot, because being a snitch in the tough neighbourhood he grew up in was considered the lowest form of life for a man. Resultantly, giving a blowjob certainly beat the hell out of having a thick ear or fat lip.

After failing his penultimate year at school, Timmy got a job as a cashier in a neighbouring town. Timmy was very happy to get away from his family and start his own life. He did not miss the pawing of these guys who only ever used him for their own selfish gratification. He was simply used as a fuck-toy by them, and found the quickie sexual interactions with them rather unfulfilling.

Timmy was rather attractive. He had an excellent body with a lovely bubble butt. His petite frame was very fair, and his skin, flawless. Timmy’s crowning glory, however, was a mop of golden blond hair.

The apartment he rented was skanky, but it was all he could afford. His landlord was a bulky alpha, named Godfrey. Given the fact that Timmy was under twenty-one, Godfrey had insisted on retaining Timmy’s identity document and driver’s licence as collateral. Uncomfortable as this made Timmy, he simply had no choice in the matter.

Sadly, some people are just born shit magnets, and Timmy was at the head of that class. After two months and three written warnings at his new job, Timmy was fired for having a bad attitude.

Upon explaining this dilemma to Godfrey, Timmy was surprised by how relaxed Godfrey was when Timmy was unable to pay his weekly rent. Timmy even felt that he may have misjudged Godfrey and that he wasn’t such a bad guy after all. Not only did Timmy have a roof over his head, but bags of groceries and pocket money was now also regularly being left in his apartment. Naturally, Timmy was trying his best to find a new job, but given his brief and unsuccessful employment history, this was proving to be impossible.

What was also perplexing to Timmy was that Godfrey appeared to be revelling in Timmy’s misfortune, and it was almost as if Godfrey wanted him to fail. In addition, Godfrey’s behaviour toward Timmy now seemed to be increasingly salacious. Every time Timmy would bemoan the fact that he had once more been unsuccessful in finding a job during the day, Godfrey would sympathetically hug him. As these hugs became more and more intimate, Timmy began to realise that Godfrey would soon start taking things further.

In what psychoanalysts would most probably refer to as a form of Stockholm syndrome, Timmy found himself becoming ensnared by this new comfortable existence. In all honesty, Godfrey was certainly not the Prince Charming of Timmy’s dreams, and also reminded Timmy far too much of the boorish guys from his past.

With every passing day, however, Timmy knew that his financial position was drawing him further back into the abyss, which he thought he had escaped from. Interestingly enough, however, the prospect of what was unfolding began to frighten Timmy less and less.

Godfrey had a very open-minded approach to sex. Although he predominantly fucked women, Godfrey never suffered from gender paralysis when it came to sex. He was equally comfortable fucking both men and women.

Godfrey owned several apartments blocks and in the preceding years, he had often got lucky with gay tenants. Three years before, he had rented an apartment to two guys. The one worked night shifts and the other had a daytime job. Before long, he was fucking both of them. What amused him most about them was that they were unaware of one another’s duplicity. Sadly, they moved on after several months.

Subsequently, Godfrey had not been too lucky until Timmy’s arrival, whom he was totally sure was gay. Best of all, being the control freak that Godfrey was, Timmy was heaven sent.

Three weeks after Timmy had still not been able to find another job, Godfrey’s true motives were revealed, as Timmy had anticipated.

“Listen, buddy,” Godfrey said, as he once more hugged Timmy after a fruitless day of job searching, “You’re building up quite a tab. I think it’s time for me to take control of your situation.”

“What do you mean?” Timmy asked, innocently.

Godfrey’s reply, however, was about to floor Timmy completely.

“Well, I know a couple of guys that would happily pay to have sex with you,” Godfrey casually stated.

As a flood of former memories now rushed through Timmy’s mind, in a last-ditch attempt, he rhetorically asked, “Why would straight men want to have sex with me?”

“Well, for them, action in the bedroom is not exactly flourishing, and the temperamental bitches they live with mostly wear their pyjamas back to front, if you get my drift.”

“Huh?” Timmy asked with a frown, not fully comprehending the metaphor.

“Jesus, boy, you’re really not the brightest pebble on the beach…, these guys aren’t getting laid at home any longer,” Godfrey concluded, with an air of exasperation.

“So, why would they want a guy to relieve their needs?” Timmy persevered, grasping at straws.

“Because these guys need sexual release, Timmy.” Godfrey answered in a fatherly manner, before continuing, “You’re young and pretty, and your two holes will offer them the unfettered access to the gratification they require.”

“But what if they misuse me?” Timmy asked, in an attempt to postpone the inevitable.

“I won’t let them… Boy, why would I allow them to damage the merchandise?” Godfrey said with total reassurance.

As his words sunk in, Godfrey quickly added, “All the money they pay will belong to you. I will keep it secure for you in my safe and who knows, in a few months you may have paid off your debt. After that, you are free to leave whenever you like,” Godfrey concluded, magnanimously.

In a rare moment of lucidity, Timmy asked, “But what’s in it for you?”

Godfrey was initially stunned by Timmy’s clarity, but soon became equal to the task, before gripping hold of his crotch and answering, “Well, buddy, naturally I’ll have free access to the merchandise at all times. Think of me as a ‘quality controller.’ It goes without saying that I must make sure that my customers are getting produce of the highest quality.”

A myriad of thoughts now raced through Timmy’s mind. He had begun to find Godfrey more appealing and maybe the Stockholm thing was finally taking its full effect. Timmy was enjoying the freedom and security that he had never before experienced. With the sanctuary of his apartment and the sustenance of his living conditions, ironically, his captivity felt like the weirdest kind of liberation in his brief existence. Timmy had also instinctively begun to trust Godfrey and knew that his sexual acquiescence was a small price to pay for his current state of comfort.

“Tell me what you want me to do?” Timmy asked, having now fully given into the machinations of his new ‘master.’

Godfrey was beside himself with excitement as he mentally saw the white flag waving. All his plans had now fallen into place. After pushing Timmy onto his knees in a show of dominance, Godfrey lost no time in unbuckling his belt and pushing his trousers and underpants downward.

‘Oh, yeah, payback time has just commenced. I love it when a plan comes together,’ Godfrey lustfully ruminated.

Timmy was stunned by the thickness of the uncut cock before him, but shortly began to put his mouth to work.

Godfrey had every intention of putting Timmy through his paces. Of course, he wouldn’t be too rough initially, because he had to break the little foal in without scaring him. Godfrey did, however, need to make sure that the two customers he had in mind, Dennis and Alvin, would be satisfied with the service he was about to offer them. Dennis, in particular, had told him that he liked rough sex and that his wife had frequently complained about his coarse approach.

Naturally, with both men, there was an obstacle to overcome, because Godfrey believed that Dennis and Alvin were essentially straight. With his powers of persuasion, nonetheless, Godfrey knew that this would be a minor hiccup. In addition, Godfrey was a master manipulator, a skill he absolutely thrived on.

In addition, the thought of coercing these guys into sating his voyeuristic pleasure as he watched Timmy getting solidly fucked by them, was simply the cherry on the cake for him. Once Godfrey had ripped their blinkers off, he was sure that they would be begging to come back for more pleasure.

As Godfrey reverie ended and he focussed on the blond head lapping on his genitals, he immersed himself into the pleasure of the moment.

‘Fuck, yeah,’ he figured, ‘the little bitch is now totally under my spell.’

Soon, Godfrey commenced administering light slaps to Timmy’s face. As they intensified, he was overawed that the boy didn’t start protesting.

‘This little whore likes the rough approach,’ he intoned in his mind, before reasoning, ‘why don’t I escalate the process and see how he responds to a bit of spanking?’

Once Timmy had been turned and placed on his stomach on the bed, Godfrey was further delighted when Timmy started whimpering as Godfrey’s rhythmic arm swayed to and fro administering slaps.

‘Jesus, this little bitch is in seventh heaven,’ Godfrey thought, as Timmy’s hips swayed on the bedcover like a sidewinder on hot desert sand.

The hypnotic undulation of Timmy’s hips was totally mesmerizing, and all Godfrey wanted to do was confine the creature like a seasoned snake catcher. Finally pouncing, Godfrey impaled the creature like Saint George in a mythological contest of life or death. This, however, was not a battle of good over evil, but instead, one of carnal supremacy.

As Timmy gasped and groaned in total subjugation, Godfrey’s ecstasy knew no bounds.

For Timmy, all the discomfort he felt was assuaged by the adrenalin pumping through his system, as pain became like an elixir to him. Shortly, when Godfrey lowered his torso and his ravenous lips and febrile tongue commenced daubing Timmy’s neck and ears, Timmy was completely overcome with lust.

Godfrey now began to pound Timmy’s backside with gusto. This first outing was turning into a tour de force and it was as if all the pieces of Godfrey’s plans had fallen perfectly into place. Later, when Godfrey’s balls began to twitch with insistence, he simply gave in to their craving for release.

Roaring, Godfrey erupted into Timmy’s portal.

Once Godfrey had returned to his apartment, he was overjoyed by the events of the evening. Godfrey really didn’t need the money from Timmy’s ‘enslavement’ and having Timmy as a fuck-bunny, more than served his needs. There was, however, another dimension to Godfrey’s machinations.

Godfrey was a voyeur of note and watching Timmy getting fucked excited him incredibly. For Godfrey, mental stimulation was the greatest precursor to physical stimulation. Godfrey loved the build-up that watching fornication engendered in him. He would often watch porn for prolonged periods and then relieve himself manually once he had gorged on the visual stimulation. What now excited him most was the potential of watching live porn in the build-up to his gratification.

Naturally, henceforth an added bonus would now be, using Timmy once his visual stimulation had been sated. All in all, it was like a new sexual dawn had miraculously materialized in his life.

Over the following few days, Godfrey’s ‘quality control’ with Timmy ensued prior to his meeting with Dennis.

In the past, Dennis’ financial fortunes had ebbed and flowed and Godfrey had often come to his rescue. Having the upper hand, therefore, Godfrey was not concerned about Dennis’ reaction to his bizarre proposal. Dennis would obviously never provoke Godfrey’s displeasure given their history, and Godfrey derived a perverse pleasure at the thought of goading Dennis into his web of visual debauchery.

With meticulous strategy, Godfrey now went about orchestrating his plan. He told Timmy that his first customer would be stopping by for a few drinks later that day, and after receiving a text from Godfrey, Timmy should pop into his place and bemoan the fact that he once again had not been able to find employment.

To Godfrey’s total pleasure, things that evening with Dennis progressed even better than Godfrey could’ve imagined. Dennis was really throwing back the beers as he grumbled about his unhappy life with his wife, and once Dennis had unburdened all his woes, Godfrey took up the reigns.

Slowly, and measuredly, Godfrey then began to boast about his newfound sexual exploits. Initially, Godfrey was met by disbelieving glares as he explained his relationship with Timmy. Nevertheless, unperturbed Godfrey expounded his philosophy on the matter. Although primarily uncomfortable, Godfrey could soon see that Dennis was guardedly intrigued by what he was hearing.

“I didn’t know that you swing both ways, buddy,” Dennis finally uttered.

“Well… you live and learn in this life,” Godfrey stated matter-of-factly, before continuing, “Women are complicated and need all kinds of boring shit to open their fuckin’ legs, unlike the cock-hound that I’m currently fucking. Timmy gives me what I want and when I want it, without any lip. Whether I’m fucking his face or very tight little arse, I’m in charge. Best of all, once I’m done, I don’t have to hug him and say all the bullshit women require and I simply tell him to fuck off. It’s fuckin’ awesome.”

After a brief silence, Godfrey then laughed before concluding, “There’s no greater pleasure than falling asleep with empty nuts.”

Following a momentary reflection, Dennis answered, “Yeah, but he’s still a guy, bro.”

“Fuck, buddy, when you look down at a head pleasuring your dick, of a tight pink pucker about to milk your deprived dick, what does it matter?” Godfrey replied.

After a sustained silence, Godfrey then asked, “When last did you have a good fuck?”

“Don’t even ask,” Dennis replied, forlornly.

“So… what have you got to lose?” Godfrey countered, “Besides… who’s going to find out about this?”

Godfrey could see Dennis’ mind working overtime at this point.

After another prolonged silence, Godfrey then dealt the finishing blow; “Listen, buddy, why don’t I summon the boy so that you can have a good look at him? He’s as pretty as a girl. I’ll tell you what… although the boy needs the money, as you will hear. If you want to give it a try…, I’ll give you a freebie.” After a pause, Godfrey then dealt the final blow. “Best of all, Timmy takes it as rough as you like.”

Godfrey could now see Dennis’ mind working overtime. Dennis had a blend of intrigue, lust, and apprehension on his face.

“Just meet the boy and then decide,” Godfrey finally suggested.

After Dennis nodded uncomfortably, Godfrey dialled Timmy’s number.

When Timmy arrived, Godfrey could clearly see a look of approval on Dennis’ face. Godfrey now asked how Timmy’s job search had gone, to which Timmy replied with a forlorn shake of his head.

‘Perfect,’ Godfrey thought to himself.

“The boy needs your help,” Godfrey next responded, feigning a look of compassion.

Dennis was very impressed by how pretty the boy was, but nervously became somewhat fidgety.

“Buddy,” Godfrey said, “Why don’t you just lie on the bed and let Timmy show you how skilful he is?”

After a minute or two, Dennis then began to remove his clothing very gingerly.

As Dennis lay back on the bed he asked Godfrey, “Are you going to leave us now?”

“No, I am going to sit and watch,” Godfrey answered as he pointed to the easy chair in the room. “I have to make sure that you get the attention you deserve, so that you become a satisfied customer.”

“Oh,” Dennis said with a puzzled frown.

By now Timmy had removed his shorts and t-shirt, before kneeling next to the bed to commence his duties. Timmy left his jockstrap on, just as Godfrey had advised.

As Timmy began his oral responsibilities Dennis began to relax. To the drone of Godfrey’s voice issuing instructions, Dennis couldn’t remember the last time that his knob had been sucked and instantly began to enjoy this forgotten pleasure. Timmy went all out to please his customer and soon his mouth was in full cry. Fortunately, Dennis had a very comfortable cock, far less taxing than Godfrey’s much larger dick.

For the following twenty minutes, Dennis’ genitals were given the most gratifying service imaginable, as Timmy’s head animatedly bobbed around.

Their ecstasy was then interrupted when Godfrey suggested, “Why don’t you fuck the boy’s pink pussy, Dennis? Remember, the boy likes it hard.”

Delighted by this idea, Dennis began to arise. As he did so, Timmy moved to the bottom corner of the bed and lay on his stomach.

Next, reaching behind him he used his hands to open his cheeks for Dennis. As Dennis glared at the pink portal, Godfrey could see an expression of overwhelming horniness on Dennis’ face.

Leaning over Timmy on outstretched arms, Dennis now rubbed his dick in the boy’s crevice. After a short while, Dennis then used his right hand to place his dick-head on Timmy’s manhole. In an instant, Dennis entered Timmy’s backside with force.

As Dennis commenced stabbing the boy’s butt and pausing between thrusts, Dennis was totally elated by Timmy’s grunts and groans. If Dennis had ever done this to any of the women that he had previously had sex with, they would have told him off. Yet here he was, rough-fucking Timmy with no repercussions. Dennis couldn’t remember when he had last been this turned on.

Dennis now also began to join in with Godfrey’s lustful banter as he hammered Timmy’s arse ever harder. It was as if a primitive force was completely overwhelming his senses.

Godfrey loved the visual stimulation as he sat toying with his dick. In addition, watching Dennis’ ample butt cheeks flexing as he manically pounded Timmy, was breath-taking.

In an attempt to further enhance his visual pleasure, Godfrey suggested, “Pull your cock out and give the boy a good spanking. You won’t believe how much that tightens his hole.”

Dennis did as instructed and really began to whack Timmy’s arse. When Dennis returned his knob to Timmy’s butt-hole, he grunted in satisfied agreement with Godfrey.

This procedure now became the routine over the next fifteen minutes, before Dennis, thankfully, became so overexcited that he unloaded into Timmy’s backside with a roar.

Afterward, once Dennis and Godfrey returned to the living area for a drink, Timmy simply remained lying on the bed, knowing full well what would follow later.

After Dennis had departed Godfrey returned to the bedroom. With a smile, he announced, “Well done, boy, you have your first happy customer.

As Timmy had expected, Godfrey was as horny as hell by now, and Timmy found himself in the same position as before with Dennis. This time, however, given Godfrey’s superior endowment, the fucking he received was far more intense.

With a very sore backside, Timmy fell asleep happily that night, knowing that he was finally employed again.

Godfrey’s was far more confident about Timmy’s next customer, Alvin. The reason for this was that a year before, he and Alvin had once a threesome with a woman.

On that occasion, as he and Alvin spit-roasted the female, at one point during their session when Godfrey stood to the side to allow Alvin access to her pussy, Godfrey tweaked one of Alvin’s nipples. When Alvin showed his approval, Godfrey instinctively moved behind Alvin with the female in the doggy position at the edge of the bed.

Godfrey now encased Alvin’s torso before both Godfrey’s hands went to work tweaking Alvin’s nipples. Upon this happening, Godfrey’s dick lightly touched Alvin’s backside. With no protest from Alvin, Godfrey’s cock soon slid into Alvin’s crack. To Godfrey’s amazement, Alvin next altered his to and fro hip action, and commenced swaying his hips in an inviting manner.

Unfortunately, nothing further happened because Godfrey didn’t wish to freak-out the female they were with. Instead, Godfrey then simply moved onto the bed before her, and let her suck him off.

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When Alvin arrived at Godfrey’s home as arranged, they had a few drinks before Godfrey again started his pitch. Unlike with Dennis, Alvin, nevertheless, needed no convincing before agreeing to meet Timmy, and in no time at all the action got going in Godfrey’s bedroom.

Unlike with Dennis, Alvin preferred to remain standing for his blowjob, with Timmy kneeling before him. As Godfrey watched from his seat, he was interested to see the differing technique from Timmy’s oral encounter with Dennis. Unlike with Dennis, Alvin lovingly caressed Timmy’s head as he went about his work.

Finally, when the time for Timmy’s anal penetration arrived, Alvin first removed Timmy jockstrap before asking him to lie at the edge of the bed on his back. After Timmy held his legs back for Alvin, Alvin very slowly entered Timmy’s backside. Once in, Alvin’s hips commenced a leisurely grinding motion.

Much as Timmy had enjoyed Dennis’ harder approach, this change of pace was simply fantastic.

Godfrey was also enjoying the show and found the sensuality of what he was witnessing, very pleasing. Although he had seen Alvin’s backside before, Godfrey had never realised just how sexy it actually was. What further stunned Godfrey; was when Alvin lowered his torso and began kissing Timmy.

Much as Godfrey was enjoying his voyeurism, Godfrey now began to feel an inexplicable force to join in the action start overcoming him. Although this was certainly not part of his original plan, a horny compulsion began impelling Godfrey to partake in the scene he was watching.

After moving toward the bed, Godfrey placed his hands on Alvin’s lower back and stroked him. Then, as Alvin lifted his torso onto outstretched arms, Godfrey began rubbing his dick in Alvin’s crack.

Looking up at the two guys, Timmy was totally awestruck by what he was witnessing. ‘Christ,’ he thought, ‘can this really be happening? It’s so fuckin’ hot.’

Instinctively, Timmy’s hands slipped down Alvin’s body and after lifting his shoulders slightly upward, he placed his hands on Alvin’s butt before pulling Alvin’s cheeks apart. With Alvin’s hips now stationary, Godfrey commenced nudging his cock ever forward.

Looking up at Alvin’s face in anticipation, Timmy was overjoyed when he saw Alvin’s face contort in sexual submission. Not long after and spurred on by Godfrey’s momentum, their train got underway. As Timmy kept looking up at Alvin’s mouth that was twitching with stressful delight, the scene he was a part of just became more magical.

For Alvin, this was a dream come true. He had often wondered, how it would feel to have a dick up your arse whilst fucking someone else, and it was even better than he had imagined.

The next event that now followed made Timmy’s bliss escalate even further. After pulling Alvin torso upward, Godfrey now commenced tweaking Alvin’s nipples while simultaneously nibbling on Alvin’s ears. Still totally intrigued by Alvin’s lips, Timmy observed Alvin’s open mouth now begin to gasp with gratification.

Much as Timmy was enjoying the physical stimulation, he had now also assumed the role of the voyeur.

As Godfrey’s oral action intensified on Alvin’s neck, ears, and shoulders, it soon became clear that Alvin’ overstimulation was reaching fever pitch. Shortly, Alvin’s body began to shudder when he creamed Timmy’s backside.

After Alvin moved aside, Godfrey immediately plugged straight into Timmy’s arse.

With Timmy now also frantically tugging on his knob it didn’t too long before both he and Godfrey reached the point of no return. After Timmy began spewing his cum all over his stomach, Godfrey pulled his dick out of Timmy’s arse before adding to the spunk deposit.

Both Timmy and Godfrey were now amazed when Alvin bent over and began to suck and lick all the jizz off Timmy’s torso.

When the trio moved through to the lounge for a drink, Alvin went in raptures about the double delight that he had experienced in the bedroom.

Shyly, Timmy then said that he hoped he too would one day experience that pleasure.

Then, after glancing at his watch Alvin said, “Well, I’m in no hurry.”

Next, after looking at Godfrey, Alvin added, “If you’re not sick of me and prepared to make Timmy’s dream come true, I can stay a while longer.”

Godfrey was very happy to make Timmy’s dream come true.

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As Timmy lay on his bed that night he smiled, thinking about what had recently happened in his life. Timmy then reflected upon the fact that being a shit magnet, as he had always thought of himself, wasn’t that bad after all.

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In my previous story “The Night I Lost My Virginity” Mason takes my virginity but with him only having a normal size cock, it didn’t seem to satisfy me.  The following night I head to the club with intensions of finding a big black cock.  My wishes came true as I met Stefon, with his huge 9″ cock which took care of what I was craving.  After our sexcapade he asked me if I would be interested in a threesome.  I readily agreed and the story continues.

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Stefon messaged me to meet him at the club so I got myself cleaned, showered, putting on my hottest jeans totally ready for some hot action.  I got to the club early, downing a few drinks to relieve my nerves.

Stefon came in with one of his gorgeous black friends.  He was tall maybe 6’4 225 lbs., golden brown skin like Stefon, amazing hazel eyes, but what I noticed the most was his ass, high, tight, just what I wanted.  The bulge he was sporting had me imagining what he was packing in his tight jeans.

“Sam this is Dandre….Dandre this is Sam.”

“Hey its nice to meet you.”

We started conversation, with us all getting along really well, as we laughed each telling a little about ourselves. By my fourth drink I had a nice buzz on, getting horny as hell just looking at these guys.

We stayed another hour or so when Stefon said for us to leave and head to his place.  We walked into his apartment with Stefon breaking the ice by kissing me.  Dandre came over to us, wrapped his arms around me grinding his cock against my ass.

I was so horny as we made out enjoying foreplay….these two hot dudes were what I wanted.  We all began to strip, when Dandre dropped his boxers I just became mesmerized at the sight of his cock. Its length was perfect about 8″, thick, cut, perfectly straight with low hanging large balls.  Wow, 17″ of cock between these two guys.  My perfect dream come true.

Dandre sat on the sofa….I got on the floor on my knees taking his cock in my mouth, licking around the head until pre-cum started to leak out.  The taste of his pre-cum was sweet as I licked every drop. At this point Stefon began rimming my ass.  I was moaning with Dandre’s cock stuffed in my mouth, as I took him in my throat he took my head pushing his length deeper.

Stefon began inserting his fingers into my ass hitting my prostate making me crazy to get his big cock in me.  

“Fuck Stefon please put that cock in me.”

He lubed my ass also his cock rubbing that thick shaft up and down my ass crack.  He pushed in breeching my sphincter as I gasped with his size.  He pushed in until he was balls deep, starting his momentum in and out of my thirsty pussy.  

“Oh fuck yeah, Stefon give me that big cock of yours mmmmmm.”

I continued sucking Dandre’s cock with him leaking pre-cum like I had never seen before.  His taste was sweet making me dizzy with lust.  I took a finger into his love shute making him squirm on the sofa.  I had him get on his knees, lubed my cock also his ass then pushed my cock into him.  He had no problem taking my 7″ cock.  It was so hot with me fucking Dandre while Stefon was fucking me.

Stefon reached down kissing me with he sexy lips as we slobbered with our tongues dueling in erotic ecstasy. Dandre was moaning as I plowed into him as I laid on his back kissing his body.    

After some time we switched places with me fucking Stefon and Dandre fucking me.  It was the best feeling I ever felt with my cock sliding in and out of Stefon as Dandre was fucking me.  As I was fucking Stefon I was amazed at his beautiful ass, large big beefy globes.

“Fuck yeah you guys, this is what I call hot sex.”

I got on the bed on my back with my head leaning off the bed. Dandre shoved his cock down my throat as Stefon began sucking my cock. It didn’t take long before Dandre said he was cumming, filling my mouth with his huge load.  I swallowed several times enjoying Dandre essence.  He leaned down kissing me as we shared the remnants of his cum.  I told Stefon that I was cumming, he looked at me smiling as I shot blast after blast into his mouth.  He kept sucking and swallowing getting every drop.  He came up from my cock kissing myself and Dandre.  We laid on the bed breathing heavy.  It was Stefon’s turn so Dandre and I started sucking his cock each of us taking turns devouring his cock.  It didn’t take long before Stefon began breathing hard, as his balls were lifting ready for ejaculation.

“Oh fuck here it cums, yes, yes oh fuck mmmmmmm.”

We both took all his cum then kissed sharing it, fuck it was so hot.

Dandre said: “Man that was hot you guys.”

Both Stefon and I agreed but Stefon said:  “Dudes the night is young.”

We got up while Stefon went to get us each a beer.  We sat naked in the living room laughing, talking, just having a good time.  An hour later, I was starring at these two hot dudes, beginning to get hard. They had perfect cocks that I wanted again.  As I was starring at them, they each started getting hard.  I went over to the sofa taking each one of them into my mouth, one at a time.  I loved Stefon’s foreskin….I would push the skin back sucking him, then pull the skin forward.  I had never sucked a guy with foreskin before, but it was a real turn on. We headed back to the bedroom for round two.

 I told Stefon to pick me up and fuck me because I loved that position.  He did as I said lifting me, sticking his huge cock deep into my love shute.  

“OH fuck yeah, keep lifting me Stefon up and down on that horse cock of yours mmmmmm.”

Dandre just laid on the bed stroking his cock watching Stefon fuck the shit out of me.  Stefon put me down telling me to get on the bed.  He laid down with me straddling him….I took Dandre’s cock in my mouth as I fucked myself on Stefon’s monster cock.  

After a great fuck riding Stefon I got on my back as Stefon fucked me missionary.  The feel of his cock in me was beginning to make my balls boil.  Dandre shoved his cock down my throat….All I could think of was that I had 17″ of cock in me.

Stefon was pounding my ass with me loving every inch.  Dandre was fucking my mouth as I was getting ready to receive a nice mouth full of cum.

“Yeah bitch boy, your pussy is primed for this big cock.”

I was moaning as Stefon lifted my legs back towards my head so he could get his cock in me as deep as possible. I knew, as I was sucking also being fucked that this was my calling.  I love cock, I need it, want it and I’m going to get as much as I want from now on.

“Dandre began grunting then yelling:  “Oh fuck I’m cumming, Oh yeah take it white boy.”

He filled my mouth with so much cum I couldn’t swallow it all. Dandre leaned down sucking my face getting all the cum that was dripping out of my mouth.  

“Fuck Stefon….I’m cumming, Fuck yeah, oh my God, yes, yes, fucccccccck’”

“Sam, you fucking hot white boy,  I’m cumming in that sweet ass of yours oh fuck yeah.”

We were all panting coming down from the incredible fuck fest we had over the past several hours.  We all started laughing with Stefon saying we will have to do this again.  We cleaned up, got dressed….as I kissed them both telling them to text me for the next session.

As I drove home I had a smile on my face thinking of how much I loved getting fucked.  I have to say I was sore from those horse cocks stuffed in my mancunt, but boy did they feel good.

The next day Stefon texted me making plans for our next adventure.

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Quote for Thought

“If sex is a pain in the ass, then your doing it wrong.”  

– Unknown

My best friend’s dad, Dan Jacobs, is my kryptonite. Not only is he handsome, intelligent, athletic and rich, he’s fucking hot as hell. And he knows it. And he knows I know it too.

How can he not know? The first few times I used to come over and hang with Zac, he always seemed to turn up. Whether it’s by the pool, the game room, watching tv, he always showed up. So what? For a horny 17-year-old whose life revolves around nothing but football, ESPN and video games, this dude makes it hard to concentrate on any of those things. I’m also a very closeted 17-year-old. And this guy, this guy turns me the fuck on. I couldn’t get enough of him. I could not stop staring at his face when he isn’t looking, his square jaw, five o’clock shadow, blue eyes, neatly styled hair. He caught me so many times and all I could do was just look away as quick as I could.

Mr. Jacobs has the most incredible ass I’ve ever seen on a man his age. At 40, he’s in better shape than most 20-year-olds I know. The first time I saw him in a suit I was instantly hard. It fit him like a glove. And the man can fill out a pair of jeans like no other. Sometimes I would stand out of sight watching Mr. Jacobs go about his day, mowing the lawn, sitting by the pool, cleaning the house. I couldn’t get enough of him or that ass.

Soon I think I was just hanging out with my buddy to get off on his dad. No, I know I was. Zac? Zac who?

He started to make intense eye contact one day. It was intimidating and it made me blush. I stuttered when he spoke to me. I began getting the shakes and sweats when he was close to me. God forbid he touch me or brush up against me. A shiver would shoot down my spine and my heart would beat like it was trying to break through my chest.

I noticed he was staring at me through a reflection in a wall mirror. Then I saw it in a window reflection while we were hanging out by the pool. He watched me walk away and cross the deck to the house. He pulled down his sunglasses, peaking over them to get a better look at my ass. I couldn’t believe what I was witnessing. My heart jumped in my chest and I started to wonder, “Is my best friend’s dad…into me?”

I don’t know why, and I don’t know how but I got the courage up to buy a speedo. I needed to test the waters, not the pool waters but the DILF waters. I slid that small tight material up my football player quads and pulled it up over my bowling ball ass. I looked in the mirror and fuck, did I look hot. Tall, muscular, ripped from summer football training camp, tan and an ass that stuck out like a shelf. This was the true test. No more dating girls and pretending I like them. No more awkward moments fucking a chic but really thinking about my best friend’s dad or one of my other buddies from school. No more hours and hours of jacking off to gay porn. I want some DILF dick.

I picked a day when I was sure he was home and Zac wasn’t, his mom at work. I showed up, went to the pool, peeled off my tight football pants, the ones I cut up into shorts, and revealed all I had to offer. Like I planned, he came out to the pool within like two-minutes.

“Hey, Chris,” he greeted me with a dazzling smile. I could tell he had been to the gym that morning. He is body was pumped.

Acting surprised to see him, “Oh, hey, Mr. Jacobs,” I replied.

“You know, you really don’t have to call me that,” Dan chuckled. “I appreciate the respect but it’s just you and me. Deal?”

He sat down on the lounge chair next to me. His shorts are snug, his t-shirt form fitting. Fuck, I love an older guy with a hot body.

“Alright, cool, Dan,” I smiled. “I hope you don’t mind but Zac said I could hang out by the pool today while he was at work.” Lie.

“Oh…Oh, god, no,” Dan said with a shrug. His tone telling me I was crazy for thinking otherwise. “You’re welcome anytime. You know that. You’re like a second son to me.” He patted me on the thigh, his hand lingering a little too long.

I decided to put the second part of my scheme into action. “Oh, damn. Where’s my phone?” I pretended to search for it under my lounger then glanced over my shoulder towards the house. “Oh, I know where I put it. I left it inside on the dining room table, I’ll run in and get it.”

I stood up and walked towards the sliding glass door, adjusting the back of my speedo, pulling it down over the bottom of my exposed ass cheeks. I walked with a cocky stride, marveling at my reflection in the glass door as I walked towards it. My ripped six-pack, my granite quads, my hip bone muscles sinking into the front of my tiny suit. My football player body looked sexy and tantalizing, my teenage body looking more like a man’s.

I watched his reflection in the big glass doors as I entered the house. Dan was staring at my ass like it was Thanksgiving dinner. I smiled to myself and unfortunately, started to get a little stiff. His hungry eyes made my think about nothing but getting his cock into my ass.

“Shit,” I said to myself quietly as I looked down at my spandex covered cock. “Calm the fuck down, dumb fuck,” I mumbled out loud. I grabbed my strategically placed phone, I took a deep breath and waited a few more seconds before joining him back at the pool.

This time he made no attempt to hide his stares. His sunglasses didn’t hide the fact that his eyes followed me back to my chair.

“Can’t stand being without my phone. Ya know?” I laughed.

He smiled. He pulled up his sunglasses and set them on the top his head, nestled in that thick, black wavy hair. His eyes were traveling down my chest to my abs and hovering over my speedo. “Uh…yeah. I hate that too. Feels naked,” he commented before he bit his bottom lip. That sexy, plump bottom lip.

“Yeah, exactly.” I nodded in agreement. “Naked,” I said quietly.

My eyes followed his tan muscular biceps, triceps, thick forearms. His legs, tan and not too much hair.

“You, ah…You…are really looking good these days,” he stammered a bit. “Football camp agrees with you. Your body is jacked, dude!” he said as he playfully punched my quad. I could tell he was trying to find the right tone and the appropriate words to come off as a bro and not a dad.

“You know how it is,” I shrugged. “Hot days, long workouts. Can’t eat enough food, fat just keeps falling off me. Muscle just keeps growing. I had to buy new jeans; my ass got too big,”

I ran my hand over the side of my speedo as I shifted in the chair, tilting my body to the side to expose my ass. I give it a playful slap. His eyes grew large as I flexed my glute. He bit his lip again. This dude was hungry for ass. My ass.

“What’s your body fat percentage?” He asked almost too eagerly.

I ran my hand down my 6-pak and pinch a bit of skin near the waistband of my suit. “Oh, probably around seven or eight-percent? Some where around there, not sure,” I reply nonchalantly, meeting his eyes.

Nodding his head, “Cool, cool.”

I adjusted myself, tugging gently at my cock though the front of my speedo.

“So…uh…” he stammered again. I wanted to laugh out loud. He couldn’t complete a thought. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, nervously rubbing his palms together. Looking around, to the left, to the right, back to me as if there would anyone listening. His paranoia was cute.

My heart was racing. He was sweating, his forehead dripping a small drop here and there. I continued to stare at him, never dropping eye contact. He looked down again as if collecting his thoughts. He looked up at me again and let out a small uncomfortable laugh.

“Oh, man…” he said quietly under his breath before taking a deep breath and puffing it out. He continued to rub his palms together, out came another nervous laugh.

“You…uh…where did…where did you get the speedo?” He chickened out asking what he really wanted to ask deep down in his gut. His facial expression said he still was trying to play it safe. I could tell he regretted asking the question before it was done leaving his lips.

I ran my hand from the front, down the side and pinched some fabric and let it snap back. “Online. You like it? Don’t think it makes me look too…gay?”

He swallowed hard. “Oh, no, dude. No, not at all. In fact, you’re one of the few guys I know who can pull one off. Fits you like a glove.”

“Yeah? Right on. Thanks, Dan,” I said as I gave him a firm fist bump, bro’in it up with the nervous hot older man.

My eyes were drilling holes through his. I loved making him squirm. It’s just like how I love to make girl’s squirm with my charm and cockiness. Even though I don’t like girls, it’s a rush to know that I have that affect on them. Dumb bitches. Now I just realized the power I have over this hot older guy. Do I have this power over any guy? Or just gay dudes?

He broke eye contact for a second, quickly scanning my body. “Besides, you could never look gay. Not stereotypical, I mean. You’re a big guy, very masculine. Not that gay guys can’t be masculine,” he said quickly as if he had offended someone. “But I’m sure you would be any gay man’s first choice,” he smiled. He was quiet for a few seconds and then his eyes turned serious, almost seductive. “I mean, if I were gay, I’d be all over you. That probably doesn’t matter, being gay I mean. I bet you could turn any straight guy.”

I turn up an eyebrow at that comment.

“Really? A straight guy, huh? Maybe even a married guy?” I smirk. “One with a kid?” I licked my bottom lip, slowly, sexy. “If you were gay, you’d be all over me?”

He looked down. Contemplating his next answer. Then as if he was injected with a burst of courage, his head snapped up to look at me. He knew it was time to pounce. The kid before him was ready. He’s wanted his son’s best friend since they first met, and I was giving all the right signals. His posture took on a dominant air.

“Oh, yeah. I would be all over your shit.” His eyes looked devious, almost evil. His mouth closed, no smile.

I lean forward. “Well, Dan. If I were into dudes…I would make you my bitch.” I hissed. I smiled a white toothy grin and gave him a slap on his knee and a squeeze.

He gulped. Both of us quiet, just staring at each other. He looks at his watch and then back at me.

“Your bitch, huh?” he asks in a challenging tone telling me I was crazy to think that.

“Well, Danny Boy, one of us has to be” I said in a low quiet voice. I bite my lower lip.

“What if I were to make you MY bitch, huh? Fuck the cocky right out of you,” Dan said, straight faced, letting me know who was in control.

I shrug my muscular shoulders. “We could always…take turns?” I looked down at his stiffening bulge. “Fucking the cocky out of each other.”

He swallows hard again.

I continued, enjoying the flirtatious seduction. “Unless, you’re the type who likes to take control. You seem like the type. I’m sure a man like you could take on, say, a guy my size.”

He looks around again as if someone might be listening. He checked his watch. We stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like forever. I licked my lips and reached out and squeezed his knee.

“We’re thinking…the same thing…right?” he said more of a statement than a question.

I shrug again. “Well, Danny Boy, only if you’re thinking about ripping my tight, little suit off and boning me. Then, yes, we’re thinking the same thing.”

“Thought so,” he replied. “Um…Zac…”

“Fuck Zac! Who cares about him?” I said with irritation in my expression.

I scoot to the edge of the lounge chair, my knee touching his. His bulge is full on erect.

“He’ll never find out…MR. JACOBS,” I say with a naughty tone to my voice.

He hears that name and his eyes close, a slight smile. I have him.

“Please, MR. JACOBS,” I say mockingly in my best schoolboy voice. “I’ve waited so long for this. You’re all I can think about, MR. JACOBS.”

“STOP calling me Mr. Jacobs,” he says with a smile.

“But why, MR. JACOBS? Why won’t you let me call you that?” I tease. “You’re my best friend’s dad. You’re almost like a dad to me. I’m showing you respect, MR.…”

He cuts me off by grabbing the back of my neck, slamming our lips together and thrusting his tongue down my throat. He pushes me on to my back and slides on top of me, grinding his cock against my thigh and then against my rock-hard cock.

“Fuck yeah.” I hiss as we break our lip lock. “About fucking time, old man.”

He jumps up off the chair, grabs my hand and pulls me up. Without stopping he pulls be through the glass doors, up the stairs and into the master bedroom.

He spins me around and kisses me again before he shoves me hard onto the bed. My big muscular body bouncing on the mattress.

“Get those fucking speedos off or I WILL rip them off.” He says as he starts furiously taking off his own clothes.

I get a cocky look on my face, eyebrow cocked, challenging him. I want him as aggressive as I can get him.

“Try it…old man,” I say like I’m pissed that he would even dare to test me. Really though, I want him to want to take me down.

He stops and looks down at me like he can’t believe what I just said. There is no smile. I have disrespected him. “What did you just say to me? Not even my kid talks to me like that.”

“I’m not your kid, Danny-Boy. But then if I was, I have a feeling this would still be happing. Maybe you wish I was your kid? Afterall, Zac is a hot piece of ass. I wouldn’t mind taking it for a spin.”

Once again, he looks at me with a slightly surprised expression. He jumps on me and rolls me over on my stomach. Dude is strong! But then I’m not fighting back.

He grabs with both hands the tight material over my ass and tears the back seam that runs down between my muscular globes. My hole is now exposed through the rip.

“Fuck, yeah,” he growls, “I WILL fuck the cocky out of your ass, you arrogant, little prick. But then, you want that, don’t you?” Again, not a question, it’s was a statement.

Well, I wasn’t planning on this happening so soon. I thought we would mac on each other for a while before we got to the fucking. Fuck it. He wanted to get to the deed so let’s get to the fucking deed.

“Fuck yeah, I do, old man. I’ve wanted you to fuck me since the day we met. Finally took the fucking hint, dude.”

Again, annoyed at my brazen attitude towards him, accusing him of not being able to see the obvious signs of a hot jock trying to get his attention. “Boy, I’m going to destroy your beautiful ass.” He moves over to the side table and produces a bottle of lube. “Don’t worry, pussy boy. I’ll take it slow…at first,” he mocked. “After that, I’m screwing your jock ass until I dump a nice big load inside your gut.”

“Mr. Jacobs,” I saw with a naughty accusatory tone. “You act like you’ve done this before.” My tone telling him I know he has.

He squirts some lube on to my hole. It’s cold. I flinch.

“Not my first rodeo. You guys are a dime a fucking dozen.”

Dan opened me up with his big fingers, getting me prepared for his thick cock. Kinky, I thought. He’s going to fuck me through my speedo. He must really like the suit. I’ll have to take a note of that. When he slid in, for the first time in my short life, I knew who I was and what I wanted. I wanted cock. I want it all the time. He was slow at first like he promised. As soon as he thought I was ready, his onslaught began. I could tell by the determined look on his handsome face, the look of how proud he was that he achieved another jock boy conquest. He took pride in knowing he took control of a thick, solid muscle boy, threw him around and turned that jock into a full on, fucking pussy boy.

He fucked me all afternoon. He fucked me in every position he could think of. After that day, we would hook up on the down low. He allowed me to play with his ass from time to time but forbid me to put my dick anywhere near that tight hole. I was fine with that. Being this man’s fuck boy was good enough for me.

He eventually shared with me the different jock hook ups he had with other guys my age. It turned me on to picture him balls deep in some other football or baseball player like myself. I asked him to introduce me to a couple. He was hesitant but he relented. Those were encounters to be told at another time.
Whatever we did, he made sure to assure me that I was his main boy.

So now, a year later, as I’m sitting in his secret condo that he bought on the DL for us to fuck in, he appears from the upstairs. He’s wearing a slim, blue sport coat, a crisp white dress shirt and a silky yellow tie. However, he’s also wearing a nice tight pair of dark jeans that accentuate his hot bubble butt and his muscular thighs. He takes off his sport coat to tuck in his fitted shirt, highlighting his tiny waist. It’s so hot to see him dressed this way. It makes me remember the time he fucked me while he was wearing one of his designer suits. He looks amazing in a tailored suit, but oh man, those jeans.

I’m dressed similarly. He bought me one of many custom-made

Armani suits. I have just turned 18 and we’ve been fucking for almost a year now. Zac still doesn’t know. His mom has no idea either. We were spending a lot of time together; alone and with Zac which was awkward sometimes. We eventually came up with a cover story that Dan is mentoring me and teaching me about his job, whatever that is, and just being a good mentor and father figure. No one is the wiser. It sounds very plausible.

“So, Mr. Jacobs, where are you taking me?” I flirt.

He puts his sport coat back on. “Tonight, I have a special evening planned for my hot football boy,” he grinned.

I laugh as I stand up and cup his ass with one hand. I kiss him.

“I’m taking you out for a nice dinner and then to a party. A friend of mine has a house out in the hills.”

“Are you showing me off, Mr. Jacobs?” I ask sarcastically. Of course, he is.

“Baby boy, I’m going to show you off, make every dude there jealous and then fuck the hell out of you.”

I smile. A sudden rush of adrenaline shoots up my spine.

“Nice,” I hiss.

“You like that, baby boy?” He hugs me and strokes my cock over my jeans.

“Yes, Sir. Mr. Jacobs.”

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It started when four guys in their twenties, located in different towns, placed their profiles on a website devoted to wrestling hookups. Many of the subscribers listed themselves as gay, but not all. All four guys posted their images wearing speedos or briefs, and because that revealed exceptionally handsome and well-built bodies, all four received many requests from guys for fights of all kinds. They heard from guys wanting amateur matches, pro matches, outdoor matches, tag team matches, submission matches, gear-specific matches wearing things like jeans or jockstraps, naked matches, sex matches, and more.

Robbie and Shawn, both gay, connected with each other several times via online chatting. At first they wanted to wrestle each other, then decided they’d like to find two other guys for a tag team match. What kind of tag team match became their next goal. They joked about doing a naked, outdoor, tag team match, but it remained only a joke—not likely to happen in the real world.

Much searching, chatting and texting led to two good candidates, who also wanted a tag team match with them—Jeff and Kyle. However, these wrestlers listed themselves as straight, a point that made Robbie and Shawn wonder if that would matter. But after reviewing the images and comments of both guys, they finally agreed to the match. All four wrestlers also agreed on some basic rules: meeting in a city unfamiliar to any of them, wrestling in a motel room, doing a submission match with three out of five submissions to win, a match with no time limit, no ref, and no holds barred. Jeff and Kyle went into the match pretty sure they could defeat the two gay guys, who looked to them weaker in terms of muscles and aggression.

Shawn took care of the one-night booking of the motel room, which had a king-sized bed to use for the match. Upon arrival, Robbie and Shawn removed the bedding and pillows, giving them roughly a 7-foot square mattress to wrestle on. When Jeff and Kyle arrived, the two teams stripped off their tee shirts and jeans, picked their corners and stood beside them. Shawn and Robbie wore jockstraps, while Jeff had on a blue Speedo and Kyle wore a white brief.

Jeff and Robbie crawled to the center of the mattress and faced each other on their knees to start the match. They locked arms, but almost immediately Jeff threw a punch into Robbie’s gut. Robbie toppled over and Jeff moved in, slamming his fist into the gut once more. Robbie rolled onto his stomach to shield himself from more punches. But Jeff pulled him over on his back again, held him down with a folded leg across his chest and unleashed a long series of vicious blows to the gut. Then he clamped both hands onto Robbie’s lower gut and pushed his finger-claws in deep. Robbie gasped for breath as the fingers seemed to enter his body. He grabbed Jeff’s arms but couldn’t pull them away. The guy’s powerful biceps startled Robbie—in fact, they seemed to paralyze him from taking any action at all.

Yet he refused to submit. Part of the reason had to do with his dick. Any wrestling or submission hold positioned close to his dick or balls tended to get him sexually aroused. So the longer Jeff’s fingers pressed into his gut, the more his dick came to life. After a couple of minutes, Jeff’s gut claw turned Robbie’s dick into a full-length cock. As its head pushed above his jockstrap’s waistband, it touched one of Jeff’s claw hands—looking like it wanted to join the match.

Jeff couldn’t handle that—in more ways than one. He released his double claw hold, then punched the cockhead in anger. Robbie grabbed his cock and rolled onto his stomach. Jeff seized a leg and flipped him over. He bent the knee and folded it over the straight leg, smoothly locking him in a figure-four. Robbie howled in pain. Jeff took hold of the straight leg and lifted it, greatly intensifying the pain. Robbie pounded his fists into the mattress. Jeff watched his face and delighted in seeing it react to the pain he caused. He lifted the leg higher.

“Ah, no!” yelled Robbie, sitting up and falling back down many times.

“Yeah! This is gonna get ya!” insisted Jeff, grinning. He pushed the leg still higher. Robbie screamed from the unbearable pain.

“Yeah, suffer, boy!” gloated Jeff.

“No! No! I can’t take any more! I submit! I submit!”

Jeff smiled. “I think you can take a lot more, queer!” His smile turned into a sneer. He didn’t release the hold and didn’t intend to. He pushed the leg even higher, inflicting as much pain as he could on the guy.

Shawn couldn’t stand hearing Robbie’s screams any longer. He flew onto Jeff in one leap and smashed him in the back of his neck to break the hold. Jeff fell to the mattress, while Robbie dragged himself to his corner. Jeff crawled over to Kyle and tagged him in.

As they locked up on their knees, Shawn sensed that his strength seemed to exceed Kyle’s, although Kyle had a really hot looking body. Or maybe Kyle had a less aggressive spirit. Whatever the cause, Shawn threw him down onto his back with ease, jumped on him and held him down in a schoolboy pin. With his arms pinned and Shawn straddling him, Kyle had a worried look on his face as he saw Shawn’s crotch close up. He tried to force his arms up and out of the pin a number of times, but it always came to nothing.

“Pins don’t count! This ain’t no amateur match. You gotta make him submit!” reminded Jeff, confident that Kyle could succeed if he could topple Shawn.

But that didn’t happen. Shawn kept him firmly pinned. “If you can’t get outa this, you’re gonna be starin’ at my crotch all night!” He smiled down at Kyle. “Or maybe you like that and want a better view!”

Shawn released Kyle’s left arm, reached back and punched the guy’s left thigh. When Kyle lifted it out of the way, Shawn grabbed it. He pulled the leg far forward. “You’re very flexible—good!” He grabbed the other leg, trapping Kyle in a tight rollup. He gradually lowered his body, bringing his jockstrap closer and closer to Kyle’s face.

Kyle turned his head to the left and right to avoid contact with it. But Shawn managed to drop his jock squarely onto the front of Kyle’s face.

Shawn smiled. “Yeah! This is better—at least for me!” He started to slowly rub his dick up and down across the guy’s nose and lips.

Kyle could feel the dick begin to stiffen. In a short time, the jockstrapped dick pressed against face fully hard.

“Feels great, man! Open your mouth and suck it—or submit!”

Kyle found himself in an impossible spot. When he opened his mouth to submit, Shawn pushed his cock down into it. Kyle desperately yelled his muffled submission again and again, until Shawn pulled his rod up so that everyone could hear it.

Jeff angrily punched the corner of the mattress. Shawn sat up on top of Kyle and raised his arms in victory. He didn’t get up right away, giving Kyle a long look at the impressive erection under his jock.

As Shawn let Kyle get up, the loser wiped his mouth with the back of his hand to remove the thought of Shawn’s cock touching it. Shawn tagged Robbie in, while Kyle moved to his corner and tagged in Jeff.

“Sorry, man,” said Kyle quietly to his partner, ashamed of his humiliating defeat.

Jeff didn’t take time to reply, but immediately approached Robbie, ready to retaliate for Kyle’s loss. He grasped Robbie’s leg and pulled it out from under him, sending Robbie to his back. Jeff leaped on the guy and seized his neck with both hands in a blatant, schoolboy choke. Robbie gasped as he felt Jeff’s fingers press into his wind pipe. He knew he had little time to find a way to escape. Fortunately he did have the use of both hands. He grabbed one of Jeff’s fingers and began to wrench it away from his neck. Rather than try that with the other fingers, he pulled the finger backwards more and more, threatening to break it. Jeff shouted in pain and released his strangle hold.

Robbie took advantage of the moment and threw Jeff off him. But a second later Jeff caught his opponent’s neck again—this time between his legs. He had Robbie’s head positioned high up on the thighs, making it very difficult for Robbie to pry them apart. He worked his fingers in between his neck and Jeff’s muscular thighs as far as he could, but couldn’t budge them.

Nevertheless, Jeff propped himself up and adjusted his legs to ensure that Robbie tapped out, or choked out. He hooked one of his lower legs onto the other, and tightened them into a Brazilian triangle choke. Robbie tried to bridge up several times without success. Jeff smiled as he saw Robbie’s reddening face. Robbie could no longer breathe normally. He grabbed Jeff’s thighs in fear.

“I’ve got you, boy!” gloated Jeff.

Hoping for the best, Robbie refused to submit. But it took the hold only a few more seconds to conquer the guy. He tapped on Jeff’s thigh as his eyes suddenly closed and his arms fell lifeless to the mattress.

Jeff returned to his corner as Shawn rushed toward Robbie to wake him up.

Shawn had to slap Robbie’s cheek several times to get him to respond. “Time out, so I can revive my partner!”

It took Robbie several minutes to fully regain his consciousness. For a while he thought he’d beaten Jeff. When the reality hit him, he insisted on getting back in the match to face Kyle. Shawn discouraged that, yet Robbie persisted and eventually overruled his partner’s objections.

As Robbie and Kyle locked up, Robbie looked at his opponent’s brief—as he always did when wrestling a hot guy. Although just a quick glance, the front of the brief appeared to have sort of a bulge that it didn’t have before losing to Shawn. Did his close encounter with Shawn’s dick turn him on? Did Kyle enjoy losing? He thought about that as he grabbed Kyle and hurled him down to the mattress.

Robbie took hold of Kyle’s left foot, lifted the leg and wrapped it around his own. On his back, Kyle yelled in pain when Robbie twisted the foot, putting a lot of pain on the trapped ankle. As he held the foot, Robbie looked more carefully at the guy’s brief: it did have an oblong bulge. Kyle didn’t submit to the ankle lock, so Robbie changed holds. He dropped to the mattress, scissored Kyle’s left leg and took hold of the other one with his left hand He gradually pulled the right leg away from the left, locking Kyle in a perfectly executed leg split—one that Kyle soon found escape-proof. He did try several times to unhook Robbie’s leg from his own, but he failed in that on every attempt.

Robbie could have split the legs and hamstrings much more severely, causing an instant submission. However, he didn’t want Kyle to submit right away. He deliberately minimized the pain of the split so he could have some fun with his victim first.

Jeff stared at the hold, which looked to him much more painful than Kyle actually felt. “Don’t let him submit ya, buddy!”

As Kyle hopelessly struggled to get out of the split, Robbie moved his free right hand under Kyle’s butt, through his crotch and rested it on the guy’s brief-covered dick. He kept it there for several minutes, not squeezing the dick, but occasionally feeling its solidity and length.

“Stop playin’ with it, queer!” shouted Jeff angrily.

But Robbie continued to freely check out the guy’s dick. Kyle squirmed as the hand continued to feel the part of his body he had always kept private—until now. With Kyle’s crotch wide open, Robbie did more violating. Moving his hand lower, he fastened his fingers around the guy’s ballsack. Kyle cringed as the fingers examined each testicle through his brief.

“He’s got great balls, man,” reported Robbie to Shawn.

To get a more intimate check, Robbie slid his hand inside the brief’s pouch.

“Ah! No!” gasped Kyle as he felt Robbie’s fingers exploring his testicles, then simply holding them.

Robbie didn’t squeeze. Still, the holding bothered Kyle, mainly because it went on for so long, minute after minute. His breathing accelerated.

Thoroughly disgusted, Jeff turned his head away from his buddy’s embarrassing problem. When he looked at Kyle again, he could see Robbie’s fingers moving now and then under the brief, obviously doing something with or to his buddy’s balls. Kyle writhed and groaned in response to the hidden maneuver. On his back with his thighs spread far apart, he could do nothing to stop Robbie. As time passed, Shawn could see more movement under Kyle’s brief: the guy’s dick had steadily hardened and now started to push up into the brief.

“Yeah! If he doesn’t wanna submit, turn him on!” laughed Shawn.

Realizing that his growing cock had now become the center of attention, Kyle struggled once more to escape the leg split. The guy failed in that, but he did begin to sense a faint pleasure in both his cock and balls, a new experience for him. He found himself struggling less and less as the fingers inside his brief gradually convinced the balls to want more and more of Robbie’s control. Sur prisingly, Robbie maintained that control through very little effort. He moved the guy’s balls in subtle ways—sometimes together, sometimes individually, and sometimes applying a little more pressure when necessary.

“How do they feel?” asked Robbie. “They’re gettin’ harder!”

“Shit!” whispered Kyle, then he added, “Please stop.”

“Is that a submission?”

Kyle knew if he gave up, that would make two times he submitted to the other team—one submission away from losing the match. “No!” he cried, feeling broken and confused.

Robbie continued to work on the balls, causing Kyle’s cock to push further into his brief. Shawn watched closely from his corner, wishing he could see Robbie’s fingers in action—how they could do that to a guy, especially to a straight guy.

“Can you make him cum that way?” Shawn asked Robbie.

“We’ll see—his balls really want it!”

Kyle’s pleasure groans became louder as if confirming the accuracy of Robbie’s reply.

“Don’t submit!” repeated Jeff to Kyle.

Shawn grinned at Kyle. “If Robbie makes him cum, your team’s gonna be in trouble—after he shoots, the dude won’t wanna do much more wrestlin’!”

Over the next few minutes Kyle tensed up considerably. The fingers of each hand began to claw at and clutch the mattress. “Ah! My balls!” he whispered, reacting not to pain, but to the astonishing pleasure that Robbie had somehow produced within his testicles.

Kyle looked stunned. His jaw dropped open. He wanted to spread his legs even further apart—a desire he thought bizarre at the time, yet a genuine desire.

Robbie’s fingers became motionless inside the brief, as if noting a change as they held the guy’s sack. “Yeah, keep your nuts tight like that!”

Kyle groaned and seemed to comply.

Robbie grinned. “Yeah! Show me how big and hard your awesome nuts can get!”

Kyle’s breathing accelerated. Jeff turned his head away, refusing to watch Robbie conquer his leg-split buddy in such a prolonged, humiliating way. But at least Robbie’s maneuver on the balls caused Kyle no pain—although it might not appear that way to a casual observer. Shawn watched the guy’s gut sink and rise in excitement. Kyle stared wide-eyed at the ceiling. His hands grasped the mattress in desperation. “I give! I give!” he whispered.

Kyle stared and hung on to the mattress for a long time, looking dazed. Then his whispers turned into weak cries and groans as Robbie’s hand started to move once more inside the brief’s pouch. Even though Robbie still had the guy’s legs in an inescapable and far-flung split, Kyle made no plea for a release from the hold, as most wrestlers do after submitting to it. Instead, he lay there as though accepting or ignoring his open crotch and the hand inside his pouch.

When Robbie at last ended the hold and removed his hand, Shawn saw a look of relief on Kyle’s face, rather than one of defeat.

“Did you make him cum?”

Instead of answering Shawn, Robbie took hold of the waistband on Kyle’s brief. He carefully pulled the brief down and hooked the waistband under the guy’s ballsack.

“Damn!” exclaimed Shawn, seeing massive loads of cum. “You got him good!”

Jeff couldn’t believe what he saw. Thick cum coated the inside of the brief, Kyle’s cock and gut. Robbie unhooked the elastic band and pulled it up, returning it to Kyle’s waist. “When you want this again, text me,” Robbie whispered in Kyle’s ear. He gave the guy’s chest some friendly pats, then crawled over to Shawn and tagged out.

Jeff had to wait for his tag, since Kyle crawled slowly toward him on his knees, in dreamy disinterest. As Jeff at last moved toward Shawn, Kyle rolled onto his back and gently rubbed his pouch, as if trying to recall the pleasure of his orgasm.

Shawn and Jeff locked arms, looking like two rams trying to push the other back. Jeff broke away first, and instantly attacked by gripping Shawn’s armpits. Shawn yelped as Jeff’s fingernails dug into the sensitive skin. Jeff used the double armpit claws to pull the anguished wrestler down on his back. He sat on Shawn’s gut and proceeded to increase the torture. Shawn grabbed Jeff’s arms and struggled to pull them away.

“This is where you submit!” roared Jeff, pinching into the skin mercilessly.

Shawn found it difficult to withstand the pain. But employing all his strength, he ripped the right hand out of his armpit and managed to pull Jeff over with it. He twisted the arm hard, forcing his opponent onto his stomach. With that accomplished, he grabbed the other arm and pulled both arms upright. Jeff shouted in pain as Shawn gradually pushed the arms forward.

“This is where I dislocate your arms!”

“I’m not gonna submit to you, queer!” screamed Jeff.

Shawn pushed the arms further. “I’m not kiddin’, man. Your tendons are gonna start tearing.”

“No!” screamed Jeff, his eyes filling with tears of pain.

“O.K. You asked for it….” said Shawn, forcing the arms once more.

“Fuck! I submit! I give! You guys win!”

Shawn dropped the arms and raised his own in triumph.

“Hey, hold him for me.” requested Robbie. “I wanna thank him for the match.”

Shawn pulled Jeff up on his knees using the guy’s aching arms. Robbie moved in front of Jeff and spoke kindly to him. “Great match, man. It’s always cool to wrestle such a hot guy.” He ran a hand affectionately across Jeff’s chest and abs.

“Fuck you, queer!” protested Jeff. “Get your hand off me! The match is over!”

“Yeah, it’s over, but this is just some post-match fun,” replied Robbie.

Concerned, Kyle moved to the center of the mattress.

“You have a great body, dude,” complimented Robbie, resting his hands on Jeff’s sides. “Plus you look really good in that brief. Do you look as good under it?” He slipped the brief down and stared at the guy’s dick and ball sack. “Not bad. Not bad at all.” He held the dick upright by its head and smiled. “How big does it get?”

“Hey, that’s enough,” interrupted Kyle, moving closer.

Robbie quickly fastened the fingers of each hand around one of Jeff’s testicles—not roughly, but firmly enough to maintain a good grip.

“Fuck!” Jeff shouted to Kyle. “Do something, man! He’s got my balls!”

Kyle reached a hand toward Robbie.

“I wouldn’t do that,” warned Shawn, shifting his hold on Jeff’s arms to a secure full nelson. “What happens to his balls if my buddy gets mad at you?”

Unsure about what to do, Kyle retracted his arm and backed off, sitting on folded legs.

“Smart move,” commented Robbie, feeling the testicles.

Enraged, Jeff tried to wiggle out of the nelson, but had no luck.

“Don’t hurt him, man,” said Kyle.

“Not going to,” said Robbie, as he concentrated on getting his fingers around the testicles in the correct positions.

“You gonna jump-start him?” asked Shawn.

“Yeah, I’m gonna try.”

“What’s that?” asked Kyle.

“Robbie’s used the J.S. hold on me a bunch of times. It’ll make Jeff feel real good. Watch his dick!” answered Shawn.

At first, Kyle could only look down at the mattress. As a straight guy he felt uncomfortable looking at a guy’s dick, especially Jeff’s. But out of curiosity he did look. He saw it twitch, like an electric charge zapping it—without Robbie’s hands or anything else touching it. Fascinated, he looked closer at Robbie’s fingers. They slowly moved the testicles up and down, almost un-noticeably, just like they had done with his balls inside his brief. The fingers had the balls separated, with the thumb of each hand pressed into the center of the sack. Kyle wondered how such a slight motion could stimulate a dick so effectively. Suddenly Jeff made a grunting sound that could only signal pleasure. Almost at the same time, Kyle saw his buddy’s dick lift itself higher. Jeff groaned louder. His fuming protests gradually faded, replaced by something else that had taken hold of him—pleasure.

Jeff began to grunt repeatedly as his dick grew harder and longer. It gradually moved fully upright, a sight that astounded Kyle.

“You gonna get him?” Shawn asked Robbie.

Robbie smiled at the vivid expression of ecstasy on Jeff’s face. “Soon!”

Kyle could not take his gaze off of his buddy’s cock, which had grown into a tall, totally stiff pole. He could almost feel it pulsing. But as he watched the cock, he failed to notice the hardening of his own dick.

The sexy groans produced by the jump-start maneuver made it clear that, for the moment, Robbie had taken complete control of Jeff’s hunky physique. The wrestler had become the victim of raw pleasure—a pleasure that went way beyond what he usually felt before an orgasm. Gasping as though Robbie had him suffering in an agonizing body lock, Jeff didn’t know how to handle a submission hold that instead brought him an outrageous agony of pleasure.

Kyle noticed that Robbie’s thumbs did make a difference during the maneuver on Jeff’s balls. He saw the thumbs lightly stroke the swollen shaft behind and between the balls as he subtly moved them up and down. Robbie added to the pleasure by holding the balls more firmly as they became harder.

“They’re not gonna hold his sperm much longer,” he reported to Shawn.

Jeff’s jaw dropped open. He threw his head backward ecstatically, resting it on Robbie’s shoulder. To Kyle that looked like an act of submission, but also like a sign of affection—something he and Jeff would normally never do as heterosexual men. But for Jeff, the overwhelming pleasure he felt wiped out any such inhibition. Kyle watched his buddy’s breathing get faster and deeper.

Kyle wanted to advise Jeff to fight the urge to submit, but he remained silent. Watching Jeff reminded him of the way he felt when Robbie’s fingers had worked on his balls earlier during the leg split. Kyle couldn’t tell if the look on Jeff’s face showed him trying to hold back an orgasm, or begging Robbie to make him cum. A few seconds later, he found out.

Hefty blasts of sperm started firing powerfully from the hands-free cock, as though demonstrating its power for all to see. Kyle watched the white sperm strike Jeff’s chin and chest and gut, while Robbie kept the guy’s balls firmly locked in his hands. Jeff yelled as his muscle kept pumping out the greatest pleasure a guy can have—until he had no sperm, or strength, remaining.

Afterward, Robbie held both testicles in his left hand. “Your nuts feel awesome when you shoot off, man! Next time let’s wrestle naked, so I can get your cock in some holds!” He wrapped his right hand around Jeff’s twitching rod and squeezed. Jeff screamed as his inflamed shaft finally got to experience what it craved the most—physical touch.

The squeeze produced a pleasure so intense that more spurts flew out of the cock. But the thought of a gay guy making him cum twice suddenly consumed Jeff with rage. “You bastard!” he shouted, his eyes glowing with hatred.

“You loved it, dude!” grinned Robbie, releasing the balls and cock.

Shawn pulled Jeff down on his back and sat beside the drained, out-of-breath guy. Jeff wanted to retaliate somehow, but didn’t have the energy.

Shawn pulled up the guy’s brief and massaged his wet chest and gut. “Let’s do this again sometime.” He crawled over to Robbie and the two winners embraced. The embrace went on and on, with much kissing.

Seeing this infuriated Jeff. It irritated Kyle less so, but now defeat and particularly shame began to show in his eyes. Jeff crawled over to Kyle and started to whisper to him. The victors, passionately engaged in feeling their asses, backs and sides as they kissed, failed to notice their drained opponents whispering behind them. Sneaking behind—Jeff behind Robbie and Kyle behind Shawn—the match losers thrust their lower arms forcefully up between the victors’ legs, striking the jockstrapped testicles directly. Jeff actually struck Robbie’s testicles with two massive blows. Kyle could tell that the blows caused Robbie serious damage from the sound of the guy’s piercing screams as he fell to the mattress.

Frightened by that, Kyle quickly pulled on his jeans, snatched his tee shirt and promptly exited the room. Jeff followed, leaving Robbie lying on the mattress holding his balls and whimpering in pain.

Shawn moved next to his partner, not knowing what he could do to help his buddy. Robbie tried to raise himself, but fell to the mattress again, on his back. “He hurt my nuts bad, man.”

“Let me look at ‘em.” He carefully pulled the guy’s jockstrap down, then off. “They look real red, that’s all.” He paused. “They also look sexy!”

Robbie ventured a short laugh, appreciating the compliment. Shawn stretched out beside him and slid a hand across his buddy’s chest and abs. “I think you’ll be O.K.”

Robbie’s rod, freed from the jockstrap, lifted itself above his gut. Shawn put his hand around it. “At least your cock’s is good shape!”

“Yeah. I wish my balls were the same way.”

“If I held ‘em, they might feel better. I won’t squeeze, I promise.””

“I’m not sure, man….”

“Tell me if it you don’t like it and I’ll stop.”

“O.K.”

But at the first slight touch of Shawn’s fingers, Robbie jumped.

“Relax, man—I’m just gonna hold ‘em, nothing else.”

Robbie sighed as Shawn’s warm fingers surrounded the testicles.

“That does feel good,” admitted Robbie.

“They seem fine to me,” said Shawn.

“Do yours hurt too?”

“A little. But I think Kyle went easier on me.”

As the moments passed, Robbie’s balls began to feel better. “I like how you’re holding ‘em.”

“I can hold ‘em like this all night! Hey, we should sleep here—we’ve got the room for the night anyway.”

“Good idea.”

Shawn released the ballsack, found two pillows and threw them on the bed, sliding one under Robbie’s head. He pulled a sheet over both of them.

Robbie spread his legs. “Hold my balls again, dude.”

Shawn grinned. “No one could stop me!”

Robbie sighed again as he felt the fingers cautiously attach themselves to his testicles. “Yeah,” he whispered.

“You need to get some sleep,” said Shawn. “In the morning you’ll feel better. Tonight, don’t worry. Your balls are safe with me. I promise.”

“Yeah, protect ‘em, man.” He pulled Shawn closer. “Protect my….”

Robbie fell asleep abruptly. Shawn kissed him, and kept his promise.

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‘Shall we say Tuesday?’ I replied.

‘Sounds good,’ came back his swift reply. ‘I hope you don’t mind me asking but is sex on the cards so that we can prepare ourselves before hand?’

‘As things stand at the moment….yes sex is on the cards, maybe even the bedroom or the living room or the ..’ I answered back flirtatiously.

We live on a remote Greek island and Martin had got in contact with us through Gaydar a couple of weeks before, telling us that him and his partner Ian were coming to our island for a fortnight’s holiday and would we fancy meeting up.

‘Yes of course,’ my partner Tony replied as he tapped away on his keyboard. After getting to know a bit about them Tony came into the living room and told me all about them.

‘Any willy or bum pictures?’ I asked hopefully.

‘Only the one,’ he answered with a grin on his bearded face.

I raced to the computer to see what the couple looked like. Their faces and body were ‘average’ which was nice and one of them was definitely my type; slightly older with a shaven head and a slight paunch. His partner had a full head of black hair and a beard and moustache, pretty much the same as me but younger. Then came the cock shot. I must say I was pleasantly pleased as it was a teasing shot rather than the whole thing. He’d pulled his underpants down ever so slightly only revealing half of himself. I love a tease.

The day after there arrival I was at home having a siesta when Tony, being at work sent me a text.

‘They’re here at the bar,’ he’d written.

‘I’m on my way down,’ I replied, glad that I’d just finished shaving my bollocks and arse.

We exchanged the usual pleasantries and pretty soon we all found ourselves getting on like we’d known each other for years. We laughed so much that our cheeks were getting sore and soon enough the harmless (but pointed) flirting began. As it continued our eyes moved all over each other, checking out the packaging.

We agreed to meet the next night at a local restaurant

‘For dinner or something, no pressure,’ Martin said reassuringly.

We met at the appointed time and went out for a lovely evening and, as we spoke, realised how much we all had in common, including the same taste in men. We carried on with the lively banter all evening and before we knew it we were all pretty much drunk. It was four in the morning. Martin and Ian went staggering back to try and find their hotel room and we went back to our own house.

‘How are you both feeling this morning?’ I sent a text in the morning.

‘Hung-over but on the way to the beach. Thanks for a great evening.’ Martin wrote back.

‘No probs. We really enjoyed ourselves as well. Do you fancy cuming to our house for dinner some night?’ I asked. There was a pause in the messaging; obviously he was talking it over with Ian.

‘Sure what day?’ he finally wrote back.

‘Shall we say Tuesday?’ I replied.

Tuesday eventually arrived. Tony and me had been feeling horny but also slightly nervous all day.

‘How are we going to play this?’ Tony asked me when I met him at his work.

‘I’ve no idea but I’m pretty sure Martin will be the one to kick it all off,’ I answered honestly.

Twenty past seven. They turned up at my place of work. It was good to see they were as keen as us.

‘I don’t finish work for another hour,’ I said to them both, ‘but Tony will meet you where we were drinking the other night and take you to the house. I’ll be up as soon as I can.’

I felt a stiffening in my trousers at the thought of what might happen.

When I arrived home about an hour later the others were sitting down listening to music, chatting and drinking. I poured myself a stiff drink and joined in the happy banter. The air was thick with sexual tension. We were all enjoying ourselves but I could see nobody was going to make the first move.

‘Hey Neil, what are you doing?’ Martin asked as I got up and disappeared into the bedroom.

‘I’m taking a bite out of a Viagra, do you want a bit?’ I answered silently smiling.

‘Yeah why not? And a bit of the Viagra too,’ he shouted through making everyone laugh a bit nervously.

I went back into the living room and dished out the Viagra like sweets. We all had half a tablet and carried on chatting. Only this time when we spoke our eyes lingered around the crotch area. My cock was now hard in my trousers and, feeling a bit merry, I stood up.

‘Right then, if anybody wants a fuck I shall be in the bedroom waiting.’

And with that, I went straight there, shedding my clothes as I walked. Nobody else uttered a sound. I was completely naked within seconds and dived onto the bed. Turning around to see if anybody had followed me I saw Ian hurriedly stripping his own clothes off. Before I knew it we were both naked on the bed together pressing our naked bodies into each other and fighting with our tongues.

I glanced behind him and saw that Martin and Tony were now also naked and embracing each other. I watched as they kissed passionately and their hands travelled all over each others’ naked bodies. I turned Ian over and for the first time saw his erection. Eagerly and hungrily I devoured his hard cock in my warm mouth and began sucking him up and down with my tight lips. My eyes looked up and I saw Martin on his knees with Tony’s hard cock in his mouth.

They saw me watching and came over to the bed. I was kneeling on the bed between Ian’s spread legs with my arse up in the air. Martin walked behind me and I felt his hands on my arse as he spread my cheeks open wider. I watched as Tony walked over to the other end of the bed and, still standing, inched his cock into Ian’s willing mouth. I felt Martin’s warm breath over my hole as he bent forwards and licked around my entrance. My cock twitched and I let out a muffled moan of pleasure as his tongue found its mark and slithered right into my open crack. Ian moved from underneath me but I didn’t look, I was enjoying the feelings that were going through me as Martin’s wet tongue delved deeper into me. The room had become hot and sweaty and groans of lust and excitement filled my ears.

‘Turn around,.’ Martin softly whispered giving my backside a gentle pat.

As I did so I saw Tony’s mouth happily going up and down on Ian’s erection. His own cock was stuffed into Ian’s sweet lips. Tony winked at me as Martin started to suck my cock while, at the same time, his fingers danced over where his tongue had been just a few seconds before. I closed my eyes for a moment in total bliss as Martin’s finger entered me and starting rotating. At the same time he was sucking on my stiff hard cock.

I heard Ian’s moaning getting loader and cocked my head to look. He was on all fours with Tony’s head buried deep in his arse. Martin must have heard as well as he removed his cock sucking lips and pulled his finger out. Simultaneously we changed positions. I knelt on the bed in front of Ian and let him take my cock in his mouth whilst Martin got on his knees in front of Tony and took his length in his.

It was like a full on porno film as Tony took his mouth away from Ian’s saturated hole and started finger fucking him.

‘Oh god, oh fuck!’ Ian was saying, totally lost to the pleasures Tony was giving him.

I slipped my body under Ian’s so that I could suck his dick and get a good view of Tony’s fingers as they played inside of him. Martin opened a packet of condoms and slipped one on to Tony’s hard erection and covered it in lube. Then he put one on himself and came around to my side of the bed where I was now lying and on my back with my legs spread wide open. I lay riveted as Tony put his fat knob against Ian’s crack. I watched him slide it slowly in, all the way, until his hairy bollocks slapped against Ian’s.

Ian’s groaning filled the room as did mine. Martin had put my feet over his shoulders and thrust his cock into me. The sweat was pouring off our bodies as Martin fucked away, way up my arse. Ian and me were sucking on each others’ cocks and Tony was sliding his cock out of Ian’s tight hole. The rest of the world was totally forgotten as our bodies writhed over each in a continuous rhythm of fucking. Nothing else seemed to matter except for the attention our cocks and arseholes were receiving.

Everything seemed to happen at once as Ian’s cock grew in size deep in my mouth and I felt it begin to throb.

‘Oh shit!’ his muffled voice cried out. He sent his sweet and salty spunk racing down my throat nearly making me gag. As he came his arse muscles clenched like a vice around Tony’s cock.

‘Oh fuck I’m going to cum,’ Tony grunted.

I watched him plunge his cock up Ian’s arse as far as it could go. His body shook in spasms as he unloaded his semen into his condom.

It had got so hot in the room that we decided to have a break with a cool drink. We all went back into the living room and washed down loads of water and began chatting again.

Until Martin came over and started to suck on my still unloaded cock.

I sat on the edge of my seat and he put a finger up my loosened hole at the same time. I was in heaven and saw that Tony and Ian were again kissing each other on the lips.

‘Wait a minute,’ I whispered to Martin as I grabbed my digital camera.

I began photographing Tony and Ian as Ian had now sat on Tony’s lap and inserted Tony’s dick into himself. Martin and I stroked our own cocks as we watched the scene being played out in front of us. Martin started to kiss the back of my neck; we both nodded towards the bedroom and went in.

I bent over with my hands on the edge of the bed as Martin put on a fresh condom. With no time to waste he stood behind me and put his stiff cock straight up into me with no problem. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. I met him thrust for thrust as I bucked away on the end of his erection, stroking my own cock at the same time.

Tony and Ian had joined us in the bedroom and climbed onto the bed. This time Ian lay down on his back. Yet another condom was ripped open and put on and Tony plunged his cock up Ian’s fucked hole for the third time that night. We were like rabbits on heat as we fucked and sucked well into the night. Ending with every one wanking themselves off over Ian. By the time we’d all finished coming Ian’s chest and stomach were plastered with hot gooey spunk. By the time they left Ian’s eyes were glazed over and he had a massive smile all over his face.

‘God that was fantastic,’ I said to Tony as I turned around. He was standing there grinning away.

‘Let’s go to bed,’ he said cupping my arse cheeks in his hands.

Our cocks were both standing to attention once again as we closed the door.

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Run, Baby, Run (But Then Come Back)

Aidan was at the foot of the stairs in a heartbeat. Crazy scenarios, like his mother attempting to kill Heathcliff by strangling him with a kitchen towel, were going through his mind. His mom, however, didn’t seem quite so bent on homicidal tendencies as the day before, but in sort of a shock, the number one reason why she was asking for her husband to come already and provide the necessary support.

Without wasting a moment to wait and see how that would unfold, once his mom would shake off the initial shock, and his dad would come downstairs, too, Aidan ran to the door, most probably breaking some world record for ground speed but hopefully, not an ankle, too.

He didn’t even look at Heathcliff, rushing by his mom, and just grabbing his unexpected visitor by one hand and pulling him into the race.

“Aidan!” his mom yelled after him.

Oh, great, the shock was wearing off.

“Run,” he said to Heathcliff and broke into a sprint.

“What? Why?” Heathcliff asked, but sped off to keep up with him.

“No time to explain! Just run!”

Aidan linked his hand tightly around Heathcliff’s and ran into the street, only to stop one inch from crashing into his neighbor, Mrs. Fitz.

“Hi, Mrs. Fitz,” he shouted. “Bye, Mrs. Fitz!” he added, as he maneuvered himself and Heathcliff around the neighbor’s walking frame.

“Bye, Aidan!” the octogenarian called after him. “Is that your boyfriend?”

“Not now, Mrs. Fitz!” he yelled over one shoulder. “I’ll tell you everything!”

“I’ll just ask your mother,” Mrs. Fitz’s words faded in the morning air as they continued to run.

The neighborhood seemed to be particularly animated at that hour, so Aidan continued to yell greetings and dodge questions as he pulled Heathcliff after him until they finally left the houses behind and ended up by the edge of a large pond, crashing on a bench, his usual favorite spot as a teenager.

They were both barely breathing, mostly him, actually, since Heathcliff didn’t appear that affected.

“Why on earth are we running?” Heathcliff asked, still obviously startled over Aidan’s sudden decision to trek the town like for a marathon.

Aidan waved and coughed, trying to regain his breathing. Heathcliff’s warm hand rested against his shoulder blades. “Take it slowly. Just in and out, and don’t try to talk for a while.”

He nodded and focused on his breathing. “Ah, damn!” he finally managed. “Why are you here? My mom must be sharpening her knives right now, and dad … Well, I guess he’s the more reasonable one, but don’t count on it that much.”

“Sharpening her knives?” Heathcliff asked, now clearly alarmed. “Aidan, what exactly did you tell them about me?”

Aidan turned toward Heathcliff. “Do you really have to ask? You’re some corporate lackey, and I didn’t even know it!”

“Corporate what? Hey, hey, let’s dial back a little,” Heathcliff said, frowning a bit, but without removing his hand from Aidan’s back.

The touch was comforting, and it shouldn’t have been. Aidan wanted to grind his teeth in frustration over that, but couldn’t. “I served you the opportunity to finish them off on a silver platter, and what did you do?”

“I chose to save you,” Heathcliff said matter-of-factly.

“Sure. I’m helpless, am I not?” Aidan said through his teeth.

“They wanted to accuse you of theft. Seriously, what were you thinking when you stole that folder?”

“Do you really have to ask? I was trying to save your reputation! It was frigging sinking!”

To his surprise, Heathcliff started laughing.

“Why the hell are you laughing? I’m pissed at you! Like royally pissed!” Aidan protested.

“You’re cute when you’re angry,” Heathcliff replied. “And you were awesome, doing that for me. Thank you for saving my reputation.”

“I didn’t save anything,” Aidan bristled, trying to ignore the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest upon hearing Heathcliff’s praise. “You just went and struck a deal with them.”

“Trust me, Aidan,” Heathcliff moved closer, “I had to swallow my pride and principles to do that. But you know what? It was all worth it because there was something more important in balance. It would have been tough to foil their attempts to drag you down, no matter how right you were.”

“But,” Aidan felt the need to protest, “the truth was worth it!”

Heathcliff sighed and took Aidan by the shoulders to pull him close. “What you did was remarkable. And a bit insane if I may add.”

“Great. And now I’m in for a lecture,” Aidan said with a roll of his eyes.

“No. No lecture,” Heathcliff promised. “Just hear me out. Yes, it was a bit insane, but also pretty heroic and knowing that you did it for me just topped everything. I won’t contradict you. Truth is important. But luckily, there was no one hurt. Had that been the case, they wouldn’t have gotten away so quickly. So I went there, decided to scare them good, and also to protect you. They had footage of you from the security cameras,” he explained.

“Shit,” Aidan said. “I should have known about that. Maybe disable those first, but there was no time.”

Heathcliff chuckled. “Easy there, Tom Cruise.”

“You’re making fun of me.” Aidan crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

“Maybe a little. Forgive me; you’re just so easy to tease that I can’t help it. Now it’s my turn to ask. Why did you run away from me like that?”

Aidan could feel himself blushing to the tip of his ears. “Because,” he said defiantly.

“There should be a phrase or a statement of some sort after that word,” Heathcliff said with a small laugh.

“I don’t want to be the one who’s always cared for,” Aidan said quietly.

Heathcliff leaned in to hear him. “Is this about your parents? That all helicopter parenting thing?”

“You don’t know them,” Aidan said with a deep sigh. “If it were for them, right now I would play dungeon and dragons with a guy who’s definitely not gay.”

“That made little to no sense, but do go on. I realize I haven’t done much listening since the beginning of our relationship, and I do want to start now.”

“Never mind. The point is, they want me to be safe. And I don’t want to be safe. Ugh, that came out wrong. I want to be able to take risks and prove myself. Is that too much to ask?”

“Not to me,” Heathcliff said right away. “I can’t help it when you’re this cute. I want to keep you safe, but I want you to be happy, too. Do you think we could work around that and find some middle ground?”

The feeling of warmth from where Heathcliff was holding his hand on him was now spreading. Aidan wanted nothing more but to melt into that touch, turn and kiss Heathcliff. “Oh, shit,” he stopped himself in time.

Heathcliff was still half-way to kiss him, too, but stopped, surprised. “What?”

“My mom still wants to kill you. I bet,” Aidan said.

“Seriously, what did you tell them about me?” Heathcliff’s eyebrows knitted into a frown.

“Just that you handed me my promotion and that you bowed to the corporate gods,” Aidan replied promptly. “The rest, I swear, whatever you hear them saying, it’s all because of what they read on their own online.”

Heathcliff took one deep breath. “It’s all right. I think I can handle your mom. But let’s deal with that a bit later. I want to show you something.”

Aidan watched Heathcliff as the guy fiddled with his phone and after a while handed it to him. Taking it, Aidan stole a look at Heathcliff, surprised with the serious expression on his handsome face. Then, he stared into the phone, and his eyes grew wide. “What’s this?” he eventually managed to ask.

“I thought about what you told me about building a business and everything. And about how much you like cool stationery,” Heathcliff added with a small laugh. “Plus, what could be riskier than this? So, what do you say?”

“Spark & Stone?” Aidan asked, still staring at the screen and not quite believing what he was looking at.

“Yes. I want you to be my partner. I hope you don’t have other engagements. Don’t you want to give it a try? You have all these awesome ideas which I don’t.”

“But partner?” Aidan asked again. “Heath, I have no money. Hell, I’m not even broke. I have debts to pay.”

“Well, I suppose it will be easier to repay it from your share of the profit, then. Plus, it should serve as a good incentive to work hard and make us money.”

“I don’t know what to say,” Aidan murmured.

His head was spinning, and his heart …, well, his heart was doing whatever it wanted at this point.

“Are you worried that I’m going to keep you like a wilting flower in a vase?” Heathcliff joked. “Hah, tough luck. You’re the one who’ll work harder of us two; I’m sure of it. I’ll be there to look pretty and smile while holding whatever we’ll be selling. I will be the lazy one while you work your ass off.”

“You, lazy, pff,” Aidan said. “Heath, this is … I mean, we’re not even together anymore, right?”

Heathcliff’s smile faded. Then he suddenly grabbed Aidan, making him turn and pushing him into the wooden bench. Aidan just whimpered in surprise as their lips connected, and surrendered when Heathcliff’s deft tongue pushed past and began giving his a passionate and aggressive massage.

He pulled himself with some difficulty from the kiss. “Wow,” he whispered.

“Do you still need another proof that we’re together?” Heathcliff asked and kissed him deeply again.

It felt so good Aidan forgot for a moment that anyone could see them there. “Wait,” he said, and wrapped his arms quickly around Heathcliff’s neck, seeing his boyfriend frown again. “Somebody could see us and tell mom.”

“She must be really scary,” Heathcliff said. “Hey, I missed you, bunny boy.”

Their foreheads touched. “I missed you, too, Heath. I can’t believe this,” Aidan whispered. “How come no Calvin Klein underwear models are crowding your bed right now?”

Heathcliff threw him a strange look. “What’s with this obsession with Calvin Klein underwear models? Both you and Isabel –”

“Ah, the traitor!” Aidan said with a huff. “You’re such an awesome kisser that I totally forgot to ask you how you found me!”

“Don’t blame her. Blame my irresistible charm,” Heathcliff said with self-importance and then laughed. “Seriously, did you really think I’d be with some other people? And why, for the love of all that’s holy, underwear models?”

“That was just Isabel putting stupid ideas in my head,” Aidan replied quickly.

“She’s awesome, your bestie. And please, don’t be hard on her. I really had to work to convince her to give me your parents’ address. Do you have any idea, whatsoever, how I felt after you disappeared from my life like that?”

Aidan swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and then opened them to stare at Heathcliff. His boyfriend seemed serious, no longer smiling. “Do you really mean it?” he said quietly. “I thought you would forget about me.”

“Forget about you? You’re sort of a tough act to follow, bunny boy,” Heathcliff said and regained his smile. “Plus, where would I find someone so bent on risky behavior like you? My protection instinct needs a proper challenge.”

“You’re making fun of me again,” Aidan said, but he couldn’t be upset anymore.

“Only because I love you. C’mon. I’m ready to face your parents.”

“I’m not,” Aidan said quickly. “Damn, what am I going to tell them now?”

“Just the truth.”

“Which is?” Aidan asked.

“That you love me and you want to come back with me.”

“Ah, that truth. I can handle that,” he said. “The part where they start grilling me will be tough. And that’s because I told them I was over you when I wasn’t.”

“And?” Heathcliff asked, the same gorgeous smile lighting up his face. “Do you need me to enumerate some reasons why you love me?”

“So full of yourself,” Aidan said and rolled his eyes. “No, you won’t talk. Promise me you’ll be silent.”

“Hey, I think I know how not to let my mouth run –”

“Hush, promise me. My mom is an alien. She’ll know all the things that you try to keep hidden, and that will not make a good topic of conversation with parents present.”

“Bunny boy, are you having some impure thoughts?” Heathcliff teased him.

“You’re the one with the impure thoughts! Who knows what my mom will make you say? You can’t lie to her!”

“Aidan, you worry too much. I will know what to say to her. Will you trust me a little?”

There was something guarded in how Heathcliff said those words. Aidan nodded. “I will, and I do trust you. They’re my parents, and they have a way of asking uncomfortable questions. I’m used to them, but who knows what you might think?”

“Are you now worried that I might be the one not to like them?” Heathcliff asked.

“Yeah, pretty much,” Aidan admitted with a sigh. “Now I have to start by thinking up a proper apology for how we ran away.”

“That was quite surprising, I must say. Not that I regret it,” Heathcliff said. “I thought I would have to endure at least a few long hours until I could do this,” he added and pressed his lips against Aidan’s again.

Aidan closed his eyes and opened his mouth, to allow Heathcliff to kiss him thoroughly. It was like the last days hadn’t even happened. There was something so familiar and comforting in how Heathcliff was holding him that he could forget, for a little while, about the lecture they would both be in for once they got back.

Unfortunately, that little while had to be little, indeed. With great reluctance, he pulled himself from the kiss. “We need to head back. With each minute passing, my mother is surely inching closer to the phone to call the police.”

Heathcliff laughed. “You’re joking, right?”

“Half-joking, maybe,” Aidan admitted.

Well, that was that. Just that morning, he had gotten out of bed, feeling utterly depressed and with no high hopes in life. Now, as Heathcliff pulled him up and held his hand, he felt like a totally different person. He was happy, he realized, as he stared into Heathcliff’s eyes, and as much as it was strange, it was the simple truth.

***

“I apologize for not introducing myself properly earlier, Mrs. Spark,” Heathcliff said smoothly, as soon as they entered the house.

Aidan felt the need to take a step back and hide behind Heathcliff, and then he realized that he wasn’t truly scared. His mom and dad had never really made him feel afraid, but maybe embarrassed and that still counted.

“It’s not like you need that much of an introduction, young man,” his mom replied promptly.

Aidan opened his mouth to say something, but his mom didn’t let him. She walked over to them and took Heathcliff’s cheeks into her hands. “You truly are handsome. No wonder my little pumpkin would fall for you.”

Aidan felt his jaw going slack on its own accord. “Wait, wait, wait,” he intervened. “Who are you, and where is my real mom?”

“Aidan,” his mom said gently and moved her attention from Heathcliff only to caress his cheek. “Your father and I had a very long talk. Now, come, let’s have some hot chocolate together.”

Aidan threw a confused look toward Heathcliff but followed his mom into the living room. His dad seemed completely relaxed, still dressed in his good clothes, and reading the newspaper, which was something he liked doing every day. He stood up and came to offer his hand to Heathcliff, with a big smile on his face. “Ah, and this is the young man for whom Aidan chose to threw all caution to the wind.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, sir,” Heathcliff replied and shook the other’s hand vigorously.

“We were actually expecting the police, so we are more than pleased with this visit, instead.”

“The police?” Aidan asked, alarmed.

His dad turned toward him. “We are really worried about what you did, Aidan, and just didn’t want you to worry.”

“There’s no need to worry, Mr. Spark,” Heathcliff intervened. “That issue was taken care of, already. No one will come to bother Aidan.”

“Ah, that’s good,” his dad’s face lit up. “Did you hear that, Marianne? No one’s coming after our boy.”

“You two didn’t say a word about worrying about this,” Aidan said.

“We were surprised to hear what you did since we taught you to be safe all the time. But we were also proud of you. We are always proud of you,” his dad added.

They were quickly ushered by his mom to take their seats. Aidan still felt like he had walked into a different reality. “Dad,” he leaned over the table, “is mom secretly sharpening her knives as we speak?”

“Now, now, Aidan, you’re scaring our guest for no reason. And why would your mom sharpen her knives? Her tongue is sharp enough, as I well know it,” his dad said with a small laugh.

He chose not to tempt his luck. Everything was going smoothly so far. Then his mom served them hot chocolate and cookies, and, of course, the going smoothly part ended.

“So, Heathcliff, what plans do you have regarding our Aidan?” she asked directly.

“I have just invited him to join me in a new enterprise. Success is not guaranteed, but we both plan to work hard,” Heathcliff answered promptly.

“Aidan is a very hard worker,” his mom said. “But that isn’t my main concern. You have quite a colorful experience, young man.”

And then his mom gave Heathcliff the look, the one that basically said ‘don’t dare to lie to me or else’. Aidan feared for his boyfriend, but there wasn’t much he could do to save him now. Whether he liked it or not, Heathcliff was on his own.

“That was before Aidan,” Heathcliff replied right away. “It all changed when I met the right one for me.”

Aidan felt the warm and fuzzy feeling from when they were kissing on the bench returning in full force. But was it enough to convince his mom of Heathcliff’s good intentions?

“That remains to be seen,” his mom said, as expected. “People don’t change that easily.”

“Mrs. Spark,” Heathcliff said and reached over the table to take her hands into his, “I am very much in love with your son. I know how much you value his safety, and I am here to tell you that it will be my number one priority. And I want to thank you for raising such a wonderful man.”

Aidan’s eyes grew wide. Was his mom melting under Heathcliff’s gorgeous smile, or was he imagining things? Then Heathcliff’s words caught up with him. Safety? Number one priority?

“We’ve always looked after him so that he doesn’t get hurt,” his mom explained, her glare totally gone now from her features.

“But we are ready to pass on that responsibility,” his dad intervened. “We talked about it, Marianne, so don’t give me that look. Do you really want the boy to stay here with us and be bored out of his head?”

“I’m not bored,” Aidan protested.

“Yes, you are. Also, obviously missing your boyfriend,” his dad pointed out.

“I thought you two would be upset,” Aidan said softly.

His dad smiled. “The fact that Heathcliff came for you says a lot about his character. Unlike your mom, I’m not as suspicious. I want to know you first,” he added, addressing Heathcliff now. “Will you spend this weekend with us?”

“Sure,” Heathcliff replied. “As long as Mrs. Spark has nothing against that, of course.”

“Please, call me Marianne. And yes, of course, you are welcome to stay. In the guestroom,” she added quickly. “Not in Aidan’s bedroom.”

“Mom!” Aidan exclaimed.

“What?” His mom seemed surprised. “Your bed is too small for the two of you. There not enough room for –”

“MOM!”

“Sleeping! What did you think I was going to say?” His mom glared at him now. “And it’s clear that you need to pull your mind out of the gutter. All the more reason for Heathcliff to sleep alone while under this roof. Of course, once you two are married –”

“Mom,” Aidan began gesticulating, “don’t use the M-word!”

“The M-word?” his mom inquired. “What do you mean?”

“We barely know each other! No one’s getting married!” Aidan tried to save the situation without giving away what Heathcliff thought of marriage. He had an inkling it wouldn’t sit well with his parents.

“Barely know each other? Your father and I married two months after we met. What do you need more time for?”

“People don’t get married so fast now,” Aidan explained quickly. “They need more time to –”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Spark, we won’t take long to know each other well enough,” Heathcliff cut him mid-sentence.

Aidan looked at his boyfriend, utterly astonished. Hadn’t he been clear when he had told Heathcliff his mom was a frighteningly excellent human lie detector?

“Well, I think we could live with that for now,” his mom replied. “I guess I should understand young people more. We were all for getting married fast, but not everyone is like us. Maybe we’re old-fashioned.”

“That’s not true, Marianne,” Heathcliff said. “If that’s old-fashioned, there’s nothing wrong with it.”

Now Aidan glared openly. Was Heathcliff pushing his luck or what now? Apparently, his mom’s built-in polygraph was out of service at the moment because she didn’t seem at all on the verge of telling Heathcliff to stop lying or else.

“That is great to hear, Heathcliff.”

“Please, call me Heath,” the immediate reply was.

“All right, Heath. Wait till I tell Mrs. Fitz who’s going to be my son-in-law,” his mom said with satisfaction.

“Mrs. Fitz? The one with the walking frame?” Heathcliff asked.

“Yes. She always says she knows everything, and I’ll have the satisfaction to tell her something she doesn’t.”

“Mom, you’re making Heath uncomfortable,” Aidan insisted.

“She’s not,” Heathcliff turned toward him and took him by the shoulders in an affectionate gesture.

Aidan couldn’t believe his ears or his eyes. His mom was beaming as she was looking at them, his dad had an all-knowing smile, and Heathcliff was lying through his teeth about marriage. All right, it was his mom’s fault for bringing up the M-word, but Heathcliff shouldn’t have led her on like that. He would have to have a word with him as soon as they were alone.

***

Heathcliff almost missed the soft knock on the door, as he was getting ready to sleep. He pulled his t-shirt back, making sure to look presentable enough in case his future mother-in-law wanted to bring him extra sheets or blankets.

“Come in,” he said, as soon as he was properly dressed.

He smiled as he saw who it was. Aidan was moving stealthily, closing the door behind him with infinite care.

“Hey,” he said and walked over to his guest, catching Aidan between him and the door.

Bunny boy looked as yummy as ever. Heathcliff wasn’t particularly happy about having to sleep alone, but it was for a good cause. Tomorrow evening, they would be back home, and he would make sure that Aidan got enough physical demonstrations of how much he had missed him.

“Hey,” Aidan replied in a soft voice, and it was clear that he was nervous about being there.

“Aren’t you going against your mom’s word by sneaking into my room at night?” Heathcliff asked, but moved closer on purpose, loving the reaction from Aidan’s body with each of his steps.

“Kind of,” Aidan replied quickly, and cast his eyes down. “You made quite an impression on my parents. Especially mom.”

“That’s good, because I like them, too. I think they’re pretty awesome,” Heathcliff said and raised one hand to caress Aidan’s neck slowly.

By how nervously that Adam’s apple was bobbing up and down, he could tell that he wasn’t the only one missing their physical intimacy.

“But you shouldn’t have led them on, you know? On that marriage thing. Once they realize we have no intention to get married –”

“Who has no intention to get married? You?” Heathcliff teased.

Now Aidan raised his eyes and glared at him. “C’mon, Heath, it’s not like I don’t know what you think of that.”

“That? What’s ‘that’?” Heathcliff teased him some more.

“Oh, damn, do you really want me to spell it? You don’t believe in marriage, and basically just told my mom she could consider starting to shop for what clothes she would wear at our wedding!”

“And? It’s good for her to be prepared,” Heathcliff said.

Aidan pushed against his chest hard. “She’ll know you lied. It will be hell to pay. Somehow, she was all milk and honey with you today, but she can be quite frightening when she wants to be.”

“I understand. But I didn’t lie,” Heathcliff said simply.

Aidan’s pretty mouth opened and closed a few times. “Are you making fun of me right now?” he barely managed.

“I’m not doing that at all,” Heathcliff replied.

“Heath, is something wrong with you? We’re talking … marriage?”

“Yes, we’re talking marriage.”

“But you said –”

Heathcliff laughed and pulled Aidan close to him. “I thought a little about it all, and I realized that there is a way to keep you close and also from running away from me. It truly dawned on me why people are getting married, after all. Most probably they have enough of dealing with bunnies that tend to run away all the time.”

“Seriously?” Aidan’s words were muffled as Heathcliff was keeping him with his head buried into his shoulder.

“Yes. I’m completely sure I don’t want anyone else but you. And where will I find another bunny with the heart of a lion, like you? It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity, and I’m not going to pass it over. Do you understand?”

“Are you asking me to marry you, Stone?” Aidan finally pulled his head free and stared at him. By the naughty smile lighting up his face, it was clear as day what he was thinking.

“Yeah, I am. Will you marry me?”

“Will my name still be Spark?”

“I have nothing against that. And Spark-Stone is a pretty good family name. Strong. Bound to leave a lasting impression.”

“If you say so,” Aidan commented, but it was obvious he barely kept from laughing.

“Hey,” Heathcliff tipped his boyfriend’s chin, “first things first. What’s your answer?”

“My answer?”

“To my marriage proposal, obviously.”

“I don’t know. You have the reputation of a playboy.”

“I’m a good boy now. I swear,” Heathcliff teased back.

“How good?” Aidan cocked his head to one side, throwing him a look full of innuendo.

“So, to hear your answer, will I have to prove myself first?” Heathcliff picked up the glove, without hesitating for a heartbeat.

“I should know what I’m getting myself in first, right?”

“Sure thing.” Heathcliff laughed and began pulling Aidan toward the bed. “Are you sure I’m not heading for some shotgun wedding scenario first thing in the morning?”

“Hey, my mom may be frightening, but not that frightening,” Aidan replied and followed without protest.

Heathcliff pushed Aidan to sit on the bed and climbed into his lap. There was a definite sense of satisfaction in how Aidan’s hands came to rest on his ass right away. At the same time, Aidan was staring at him wide-eyed.

“I must be dreaming,” Aidan said softly, as his fingers continued to search for a way to reach underneath his lover’s shorts.

“Let me give you a hint,” Heathcliff replied and leaned in to taste Aidan’s sweet lips again.

“Hmm,” Aidan purred, “is that supposed to make me realize it’s all real? Because kissing you feels like a dream.”

“Maybe you should feel me a little more,” Heathcliff said with a small chuckle.

Aidan shuddered as if tickled. Heathcliff had no intention to make his lover beg for it. Instead, he pushed Aidan into the bed, covering him head to toes with his body. It didn’t take them long to struggle to hump each other dry through their clothes, as thin and few as they were.

Heathcliff pushed Aidan’s t-shirt above his nicely shaped chest and cupped the pecs, squeezing them not so gently. Aidan moaned and arched against the touch, as their lips were wildly chasing kisses and small bites.

“I missed you,” Heathcliff said as he pulled at Aidan’s nipples, enjoying the small shivers and gasps coming from him.

Aidan was like putty in his hands right now, but Heathcliff was looking for something else.

“Did you miss me, too?” he asked, unable to hate how vulnerable his voice sounded.

“Do you need to ask?” Aidan’s eyelids fluttered like caged butterflies. “Like crazy,” a whisper followed. “Just this morning, when I woke up, I had no idea what to do with myself.”

Heathcliff kissed him shortly. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes’. Just for the record, you’re not allowed to run away from me again. I’ll buy a leash if there’s no other way to keep you. First, I will try with a ring and proper vows.”

“Wow, you really mean it.”

“I do. There’s nothing else I want more in the entire world right now but to be bound to you. Forever.”

“Forever?” Aidan asked in a small voice.

Heathcliff nodded solemnly. It looked like nothing else was needed because Aidan took the reins right away and brought him close for a deep kiss. It was such a nice change of pace to have the usually shy bunny turn the tables on him. Heathcliff didn’t mind it at all.

They fumbled and tumbled and eventually managed to get in bed with Aidan on top and Heathcliff laughing like tickled underneath. “It looks like someone grew a pair lately,” he teased his lover on purpose.

A comical sound between a growl and a giggle was the reply that immediately came. Heathcliff wanted to laugh back some more, but Aidan dipped his head lower and bit his chest. “Ouch! And teeth, too!”

A rebellious strand of hair covered Aidan’s face as he looked up. “Wanna know what else I have growing right now?” he asked playfully.

“I don’t think I need any hints. That ‘else’ is poking the inside of my thigh right now,” Heathcliff replied and moved, hiking his hips upward and making Aidan grunt.

“Oh, fuck, Heath, do you have any idea –” Aidan swallowed his own words and looked away.

“No need to talk, bunny boy. Sometimes what you do speaks louder than words. Especially in your case,” Heathcliff added and caressed Aidan’s cheek lovingly. “I know that you want me.”

Aidan nodded, his eyes already moist, his lips parted, letting Heathcliff know that still, a bit of encouragement was needed. Heathcliff pulled him close, guiding him with steady hands, showing him the way.

Not that much guidance was required, after all. Aidan was, as Heathcliff knew it well, a fast learner. He let out a small gasp as Aidan went down on him, taking out his shorts. A warm mouth was on his cock, and Heathcliff cursed under his breath. Too caught up in everything that had happened lately, he had forgotten, in a way, how much he missed this.

He placed one hand on Aidan’s head, not to guide him, but to beg him, without words, not to let him go. Aidan sucked slowly, steadying Heathcliff’s cock with one hand and alternating small, playful licks with deep swallowing moves, his eyes flickering up, to look at him from time to time.

“Aidan, you’re so good,” he praised. “Too good,” he added, as his breath grew ragged and he began coming into his lover’s beautiful mouth.

Aidan kept him down with both hands and took in everything.

“You took me by surprise,” Heathcliff joked.

Aidan moved fast and placed a kiss on his lips, shutting him up. He didn’t protest as Aidan gave him a sample of his earlier load; he actually enjoyed it more like this. The last shudders of his climax were dying down, but he could still feel goosebumps everywhere as they kissed like that.

“I don’t have anything to use,” Aidan said softly, his eyes still shining. “To fuck you,” he added in a small voice. “I should just let you sleep.”

“Let me sleep?” Heathcliff grabbed Aidan fast. “I believe we need to improvise a little. That is all.”

“Improvise?” Aidan cocked his head to one side. “What do you mean?”

“It means,” Heathcliff caressed his lover’s beautiful lips slowly, “that you should just make it wet enough.”

Aidan laughed, but Heathcliff was quick to push his fingers into his mouth. Without any other hint, Aidan began to lick them, his sultry eyes a sufficient indication about how much he wanted it.

Had he not been so spent, Heathcliff would have felt his cock getting hard again. For now, he had to deal with the small shivers of pleasure Aidan’s tongue wrapping skillfully against his fingers ignited in him over and over.

“It might be a start,” he said, and his voice sounded deep, like no other time before.

He moved enough so that he could start working on himself. But Aidan didn’t look like he wanted to sit idle, and he let himself sink lower until he reached the new object of his interest. Heathcliff bit back a small moan, as Aidan put, again, his mouth, lips, and tongue, to good use.

“Are you sure this will be enough?” Aidan asked, sounding hopeful and innocent, through the short slurping sounds he was making while rimming Heathcliff.

“If you don’t fuck me now, I might have to hold it against you, bunny boy,” Heathcliff replied.

Aidan laughed, and this time, he hesitated no more. He stood up enough so that he could make their bodies connect in the most intimate of ways. Heathcliff keep himself from hissing as the expected stinging sensation appeared, and encouraged Aidan by grabbing him by the back of his neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

He planted the other hand on Aidan’s ass, making him sink deeper into his body. Even if it hurt a little, it was nothing he couldn’t deal with. He had an inkling he would get used to having his future husband doing that to him quite often.

“Heath, I don’t think I can last,” Aidan whispered between gasps and moans, as soon as Heathcliff let him breathe. “Is it okay if I come? And if I do it inside?”

“You don’t have to ask me that,” Heathcliff said softly. “Do it like you mean it, Aidan.”

Aidan buried his head into the crook of Heathcliff’s shoulder as he moved faster, erratically, a clear sign he was close. Heathcliff helped him over the edge by moving his fingers to push past the ring of Aidan’s backdoor. Although only half-aroused, he felt Aidan’s climax as it was his own.

For long moments, they just stood there, connected, both physically and emotionally.

“Can I just sleep here?” Aidan asked.

“As long as you don’t fear your mother as much as you told me,” Heathcliff replied, laughing softly.

“I’ll think of something to tell her in the morning. Or sneak into my room before dawn,” Aidan said, his words followed by a loud yawn.

“Good idea,” Heathcliff said and placed a small kiss on Aidan’s sweaty forehead.

“Which one?” Aidan asked.

Heathcliff wanted to make a joke, but just two seconds later, Aidan’s soft snoring stopped him. They would just figure out things as they went.

TBC

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  We both enjoyed my playing the role of her shemale girlfriend so much that we continued for weeks it was almost a given that after work no matter whose house we were at I would be dressing fem. She surprised me one night with a purple see thru bra top nightie with matching sheer panties.  I was a bit giddy and got up off the couch and said let me go try it on, as I got up, she slapped my ass pretty dam hard and said bring me a drink when you come back will you honey and don’t forget your titties. She had found me a very realistic pair of silicone implants which added a nice giggle to my tits when I moved, I replied yes dear. I returned shortly with a cocktail in my hand and sat it down on the end table next to the couch. I said well how do I look? She had me do the rotation so she could get the full view while sipping her drink. And said very sexy I like it a lot. She motioned for me to come closer which I did when I was face to face or shall I say crotch to face she lifted my nightie and sucked the head of my flaccid penis through my panties, the feeling was one of euphoria I placed my hand on her head and began softly stroking her long brown hair. She continued to suck my panty covered cock until It started to grow, she then held my hips and had me turn around. She commanded me to bend over, I did as she requested, and she grabbed my hips and pulled my panties down and started rimming my asshole. She knew that this was one of my weaknesses, the next thing I knew she was shoving a finger up my ass and began finger fucking me. I was loving it and she would reach around and grab my cock and stroke it and pull on it like she was trying to milk my cock for its cum.  She asked in a sultry voice you like me fingering you baby, I moaned out oh yeah I do, without warning after she pulled out she inserted two fingers, this took me a little by surprise and I must have winced a little so she told me to just relax and let it happen. I did as she asked took a deep breath and did my best to relax and she slowly inserted the two fingers and slowly fucked my asshole a little increased speed and fever. She started asking if her little bitch liked getting her ass fucked. I said oh yes baby I love getting fucked in the ass by you. She said good, unknowingly she had taken out a vibrator out of her big oversized bag and squeezed a little bit of gel on the tip and shoved it in my ass. I thought I was going to shoot across the room. She slapped my ass and said relax! I’m not going to hurt you just breath. Again, I listened and relaxed which made it much more tolerable. I don’t want to mean that as being a bad thing, it’s just following her directions made it more enjoyable and I loved her assertiveness. After a few minutes of vibe fucking me she said bend over the ottoman and rest on your forearms. I did and she pulled my nightie up and told me to stay right there. She excused herself and went into the bathroom. I suspected she had needed to go tinkle as she always would.

Within a few minutes I heard the door opened and I could hear her walking across the living room floor. She walked up behind me and slapped my ass a few times with every slap it stung but it seemed that with every slap my cock grew. I so loved getting a spanking from a woman but especially from her. I was thoroughly enjoying my spanking when she stopped the next thing, I know is I feel one hand on my ass cheek and I then felt something being inserted into my asshole. I stood up and placed my hands on the ottoman and turned to see her wearing a black strap on harness. She smiled her devilish smile at me and said you need to be really fucked and with her free hand she began guiding the rubber dildo of her strap on into me. My natural reaction took over and I tensed up next thing I know is she slaps me hard on the ass and sternly said relax! With that she proceeds to slip the rubber cock into my ass until the balls of it slapped against my ass. She then grabbed my hips with both hands firmly and began fucking my ass, slapping my ass at times saying you like taking it up the ass don’t you, you little whore. I was panting saying oh yes! Yes! Fuck me baby, you own me now. She loved my response. You’re fucking right I own you but seeing as how you like cock so much maybe we’ll find you a big black cock to fuck your tight little asshole. In my mind I was thinking oh fuck some big black bull is going to split me wide open. As enticing as it may have been, I was nowhere near able to take on such a challenge. She continued fucking me and suddenly, she starts to shake and saying oh fuck I’m cumming and is pounding my ass with the intensity of a jackhammer. She stops thrusting and I can feel her body shaking. I was to find out later that her strap on had a small clit vibrator on the inside as well as a dildo inserted into her pussy.

 Her orgasm finally subsided, and she withdrew her rubber cock from my ass, she told me to get on my knees I was faced to face with her big cock, she peeled off the condom and threw it aside. She placed her hand on my head and said blow me bitch! As she shoved the head of her cock in my face yelling open your mouth you bitch, I want you to suck my cock now. A few of the same phrases I’ve used on her during rough sex. I opened my mouth and grabbed the shaft of her cock with one hand as I guided it in. My initial reaction was as expected I gagged on it. She had the presence of mind not to force it in my mouth or things surely wouldn’t have not gone well. I now mustered up all the cock sucking experiences I had in my life drawing on the experience of how many women’s mouth my cock has been in. I sucked on it as I boobed my head in and out taking it a little deeper each time. She now had her hand on the top of my head softly stroking my hair, that’s a good girl suck my cock baby. Do you like when I feed you my cock. I simply nodded as best I cold and muttered ah hmm in approval. She pulled it out of my mouth and slapped me across the face several times and said say it bitch, let me hear how much you love sucking my dick. On my knees subserviently I said Oh yes, I love your cock I love to suck you off please cum in my mouth for me please. She let out a soft moan oh that my good little whore. I went back to my blowjob and got into a rhythm of sucking and breathing and occasionally I would lick the head and entire length of the shaft. I could tell she hit the switch for the pussy vibrator as I could feel the vibrations in my mouth. I glanced up and she had her hand in her pussy working at getting herself off. Within a short time, she began to moan and her hips bucks to meet my sucking and she was actually fucking my mouth. I swear if it was a real cock, she was about to blow her load. She finally thrust her hips one last time and let out a moan, one could only assume by the all too familiar sound that she had gotten herself off.

When she was finished, she told me to lay back on the bed and observe as she went to town sucking my now rock hard cock. She would stop occasionally and give me a brief explanation of what she was doing and why. You’ll see it will all come to you in due time. In the heat of her sucking my cock, she complimented me on doing a nice job then asked do you think you’d ever want to try the real thing. I was shocked and titillated at the same time, role play was one thing, but my girlfriend wanted me to suck dick. She continued her fantastic head giving skills until I shot my entire load in her mouth bucking my hips trying to get every drop of spunk down her throat. One thing DD loved was cum, I liked shooting it on her tits once in a while, but she thought it was such a waste. She crawled up next to me in bed and kissed me on the mouth and shared her prize with me, something we’ve done many times but never after her asking me if I was interested in sucking dick. She was speaking to me in a soft sultry tone and asked so you never answered my question. I confessed that I did have a curiosity about doing it but never gave it much thought. She then said well if you feel like giving it a try, I can set something up. My immediate thought was she wants to cuckold me and have some guy fuck her brains out and have me suck his cock. I simply said oh do tell and what else is your friend going to want to do, she didn’t need to be a detective to know that I was a wee bit jealous and had no interest in seeing her get hammered by another guy, she laughed and said don’t worry I have friends with cocks who have no interest in me.

 We continued or role play, always with over the top wild sex I couldn’t have asked for anything more well I was going to get more weather I liked it or not. The next day and early evening was a repeat of our typical weekend activities me playing my role of her shemale boy/girlfriend, but she had more instore.  She decided we were going out cruising in her convertible that night and have a few a few drinks, not yet being comfortable enough to go out in public in full drag but I figured under cover of darkness I was ok and more passable. She had me put on a pair of her black stirrup pants and a pair of ankle high black boots, and one of her black lycra body suits, I had on a black satin bra she stepped back and took a look and said here and handed me my two silicone implants and instructed me to stuff them in my bra, she tied my black button down shirt at the waist, my attire to say the least was not masculine at all, she even wet as far as styling my hair longer but not quite shoulder length feminine looking which didn’t look that bad but I was clearly not passable just very feminine looking, we hopped into her car and cruised around for a while it seemed when we stopped at traffic lights, we always garnered some attention, we took a ride out to one of the Truckstop’s off the interstate we slowly cruised through the parking lot the entire time she was teasing me saying so wanna make an extra $50 and give a blowjob. I just looked at her saying I don’t think I’m ready yet. She said that’s ok but when you’re ready I really think it would be hot to see you suck a guy’s dick. I asked oh really, why, she said I just find it hot watching guys sucking cock, it would be extra hot if it was my boyfriend. I asked her so you’ve asked this of guy’s you’ve dated. She said yes but sadly no takers you’d be my first. Now for some reason that had a strange appeal that I would be the first guy to fulfil a fantasy of hers. She drove a little more and turned into a gravel parking lot saying let’s go have a drink I’m buying. I looked at her with the shocked deer in the headlights look, she laughed saying its ok you’ll be amongst friends here it’s a gay bar. Like she flipped some kind of switch I was good with that.

We went inside the dimly lit club with blaring music fucking disco or club dance music or some shit I’d never listen to, DD seemed to be at home. She told me these are some of my people and they are all cool, not cool isn’t tolerated here. We weren’t inside two minutes when this musclebound dyke dressed in a leather corset, black chaps, with short bleach blonde hair wearing a spike choker collar came up to DD and gave her a big kiss and not on the cheek hugging her and asking how she was its been a long time, she looked me up and down and not exactly sure what she thought of me by the pause that seemed to last forever she asked so is this your new toy? DD laughed and said no this is my boyfriend Bobby; he is indulging me tonight. Spike I’ll call her reached out her hand and said nice to meet you Bobby welcome to my club, watch this bitch she’s fucking crazy I laughed and said in a good sort of way. DD broke the ice by saying hey you two have something in common she looked at me and said Bobby has several Harley’s and knows everything about motorcycles. Spike was like no shit I ride a Sporty and we started talking bikes she asked me everything under the sun and I fired answers right back to her. She was thoroughly impressed, DD went off and got use a round of beers and shooters, when I asked what was the shot, she said don’t fucking worry about it just drink it. We had a few more rounds and I got more than a few looks from guys of course because women in this establishment had no interest in the men. I had to excuse myself and asked Spike where the men’s room was, she laughed and said we don’t have one, the look on my face must have been priceless. DD said it’s a genderless restroom. Ok then so off I went to genderless land to pee. When walked inside let’s just say the bar scene in Star Wars had nothing on this place. A guy was getting a blowjob in one of the stalls and some guy in a business suit who looked like an insurance salesman from Iowa was watching beating his meat. I stepped into one of the stalls pulled down my skintight pants and straddled the bowl I was not sitting down in there no fucking way and let out a long steady stream of relief. I did my best to readjust my clothing while still in the stall. I exited the stall and walked over to the sink and washed my hands while doing so Mr. Insurance wanker was flailing his cock gawking at me, I was about ready to knock him out but remembered DD telling me everyone here was cool, so I just ignored him. Not everyone in here is a freak this good looking guy standing at the next sink said to me. I replied I guess not, he asked if it was my first time here and I told him yes. He asked if I was here alone, I said no I’m with my girlfriend. In there that could have meant anything or anyone, I guess. I dried my hands off and left, it took me a little while to make my way through the crowd to find DD. While doing so I got my ass pinched and a hand cupped it for a nice healthy feel, remembering everyone in here is cool and I guess I should take it as a compliment. When I finally found her, it was apparent that her and spike had a few more shooters while I was gone evident by all the empty shot glasses on the table. She laughed and said you’ve got some catching up to do baby leaning over giving me a big long tongue kiss. Then she said let’s dance and dragged me out to the dancefloor. I was keeping up with her the best I could but was no match for her I told her I’ll be right there pointing to the post by the dance floor. She nodded and continued to do her thing. I was standing there watching her and decided to step back a little off to the side and stood leaning on one of the tall tables. The place was crowded, and you couldn’t help but contact another person so someone rubbing up against me wasn’t unusual. I was standing there and the next thing I know is I feel someone grinding up against my ass, I remained cool most likely do to the fact that I had consumed a large amount of alcohol, so I just went with it. I could feel an obvious bulge rubbing against my ass and seeing as I hadn’t resisted it must have been taken as a sign of approval, so the person continued. Without realizing what I was doing I leaned in such a way that my ass jutted out a bit more. My newfound admirer continued grinding his cock against my ass picking up the tempo and now there was no mistaking that I was getting dry humped right there in a room full of people. I finally had to turn around to see who this was and when I did some strange guy who was with Mr. hot looking guy in the restroom just smiled at me. He reached out to me and led me to a dark corner of the room, Mr. Hot guy smiled and said it’s a little more private back here and his friend got behind me and had both hands on my hips and was pumping at my ass and not just a grind my a full on thrust. I still wasn’t protesting so he continued, and I must admit I was thoroughly enjoying the attention. I felt him tug at the waistline of my pants and attempted to pull them down. When I turned his cock was out in full view and fully erect. I was totally into it and loved anal play with my girlfriend but wasn’t going to allow this guy to ass fuck me in a club full of people. So, I took a step back put my hand out and pulled my pants back where they belonged and walked away. I found my way back to the table, where DD and her friend and a few others were partying. She asked me if I was ok and I said I was fine and had another drink and a shooter.

After maybe fifteen or twenty minutes passed, she came up to me and said let’s get go home. I agreed and we said our good nights and left. We weren’t even out of the parking lot when I told her what had happened. She got extremely excited saying were you going to let him fuck you in the ass, I said no not in a room full of people, what about in private she asked, this is so fucking cool she said half in the bag as she was. I said I didn’t know, she asked what about a blowjob. I think possibly just to shut her up I said yeah if it was in private, I might have. She laughed a little saying wow this is so cool but hey not without me being there you little slut. I said ok you can watch no problem. We’re driving down this two lane road when the next thing I know she turns into the parking lot of this bar, I looked at her as if to say what are we doing here she smiled saying we’re going to find you a date. I just looked at her and she said don’t worry I used to come here with an old boyfriend years ago and its nothing but drunks. I was like ok nothing but drunks She said I’m going to go in and scope the place out and see if I can pick up some guy. I said that shouldn’t be a problem ah just one thing what happens when this guy realizes I’m a guy. She said I’ll keep him distracted and when it comes to getting a blowjob believe it or not, I think most guys don’t care they just want their cock sucked. So, she parked off in a dark corner and off she went in and true to her word she comes back maybe fifteen minutes later with this guy much younger than her who is stumbling so bad he can hardly walk. She must have gotten from him where he was parked, and I saw her walking him to his car. She motioned for me to come over, So I got out of the car and walked over to her and this guy. She introduced me as her sister and said please excuse her she has laryngitis so it’s hard for her to talk. He mumbled something

About your hot and he kept saying over and over to DD. She asked him if he wanted to party, my sister hasn’t had any cock in a very long time since her divorce would you mind terribly if she gives you a blow job. He blurted out hell no I’d be glad to help her out. This obvious bullshit line never would have worked on anyone other than some drunk, next thing I know is he is fumbling for his belt and DD says here let me help you but sit in your car first honey get comfortable. He sits in the passenger seat and she reclines it all the way back she then pulls his pants all the way down around his ankles and positions herself in such a way that his view of my is obstructed. I got down on my knees and I no sooner did I knew kneeling in a gravel parking lot was not a good idea. I yanked the floor may from under his feet threw it down on the ground and knelt on it. I took his limp cock from his underwear and proceeded to put it in my mouth. As soon as it touched my lips DD told me later that her face was beaming. I mustered up all my cock sucking skills that I had practiced on her and sucked and slurped at his lifeless cock. I figured let me get it all out and pulled his briefs down exposing his cock and balls. I went back to sucking him and licking it doing every trick in the book. He was enjoying himself obviously by the moans I was hearing. He said let me see her suck my cock I want to watch her. DD ran interference by jamming her tongue in his mouth telling me later all she could taste was beer, I continued sucking his cock and decided to let me stroke him hard, basically give him an handjob with his cock in my mouth. When DD decided to come up for air, he attempted to sit up to get a look at me, again DD thwarted his plans but popping open her blouse and shoving her big tits in his face. One of her weapons she used to get her what she wanted at work. He grabbed at them and sucked on them in a frenzy, he actually bit her tit he was so aggressive, she promptly slapped him in the face and said hey asshole no biting. I continued sucking and stroking and succeeded in getting this guy a little pass flaccid but no way hard enough to cum but I wasn’t giving up that easily I continued to suck his shaft my head bobbing up and down and I squeezed his balls and was pumping his shaft I finally got him fully hard but is seemed that as soon as I stop it deflated, dam it! I was so fucking close to giving my first real blowjob and this drunk wasn’t cumming through I looked up at her and shrugged my shoulders and whispered what am I doing wrong. She mouthed just give him a handjob. I did as she suggested and a handjob is something I know everything about and as hard as I tried no pun intended, I couldn’t get this guy’s cock hard. She finally said let me try I don’t know whether out of frustration of me not doing a good enough job or with this guy not being able to get it up. She went down on him and furiously sucked his cock, stroking his shaft and squeezing it attempting to milk the cum from his balls but no luck. She stood up and just said fuck this guy isn’t going to get a hardon if I shoved a broomstick up his ass. She said let’s get the fuck out of here baby. We started to walk back to her car when he cried hey where are you going, come back here and finish sucking my bam, he fell back in the seat with his pants down around his ankles and his limp dick just lying there. She said sorry first guy had whiskey dick baby. I laughed and said no problem I’m sure you’ll help me find a working cock. She smiled and said you know it baby, now let’s go home and I’ll suck your cock, I replied only if you let me suck yours, she smiled and said deal. On our ride home she had the look on her face, and I could tell her wheels were turning, she pulled over and sent someone a text message and we continued on our way. I asked what was that all about, she smiled and said you’ll see. When we pulled into her driveway there was a strange car parked out front and I should have been nervous but hey I just had a strange guys cock in my mouth and was feeling no pain. When we got out so did the occupant of the vehicle. As it turned out it was one of her guy friends from work, she smiled at me and kissed me and said this is Paul and he’s not drunk. My eyes must have widened in anticipation of what was instore he smiled and extended his hand and smiled hand in a very famine voice said my you look good enough to eat, I had to have blushed both from his compliment and the large amount of alcohol I had consumed. DD said well this is nice but let’s go in I don’t think the neighbors need a show. So, the three of us went inside. DD said why don’t you two get comfy while I fix us some drinks and she headed off. I sat next to Paul who was a complete gentlemen unlike the horndogs in the club. We made small talk and he told me that DD told him we were at the club. I asked him if he went there and he said he had but it was a bit crowded and could get really crazy. I was relaxed was relaxed with Paul and told him what had happened  to me  and he gasped and said that’s just not cool. I said yeah, I know hey if I want to suck a guy’s cock or get fucked in the ass it will be on my terms. He laughed and said yeah, he felt the same way. I then told him what he already knew about DD picking up Mr. Whiskey Dick in the bar, he laughed and said things didn’t quite work out for you huh. I said no and I was this close, he smiled and said well I think I may be able to help you with that, and he stood up and unzipped his fly and pulled out a beautiful cock I didn’t ask but it had to be at least 8 inches. Yes, he was bold, and I was drunk but my girlfriend text him and let him know I was ready for some real cock and would he be willing to help. I was seated looking at this fine example of manhood right there in front of me but she was right I was finally ready hell I just had a cock in my mouth so I reached out and took his cock and began stroking it, he closed his eyes and said see how easy it is. I was stroking it and was so focused I didn’t realize my girlfriend was standing there watching us. She smiled saying I see you tow have gotten acquainted  I looked at her and smiled and never said a word and just kept stroking his cock. He said let me sit sweetie. I liked that he called me sweetie and complimented on how nicely I was dressed and how feminine I looked. He said that from his parking spot when I got out of the car, he had no idea I was a guy. That boosted my confidence 1000%. I continued stroking his cock until my instincts told me it was time, so I started to pull his pants down he kicked off his shoes and his pants followed he helped me remove his bright pink panties. I had to compliment him on how cute they were, and I had several pair almost like them. The small talk was over, and I proceed to go down on his cock stroking and sucking his member and unlike the cock from approximately and hour ago it almost instantly reacted to my sucking. I could feel him getting harder and harder and before long I could taste his precum. I licked the head of his cock clean and licked up and down his rock hard shaft, the entire time he was moaning and saying oh my your good, are you sure you haven’t sucked a lot of dicks because honey you’re really that good. I looked up at him and smiled and said no  and DD chimed in and said I’ve taught him well. Paul responded oh you sure have. With that I went back down on his cock and continued sucking him and stroking his cock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw DD and I positioned myself so I could get a better view and could see she was fingering herself with one hand and cupped one of her tits she had removed from her bra and was pinching her nipple. She saw me and got down on her knees next to me giving me words of encouragement. That’s is baby suck his cock, this is so fucking hot I’m soaking wet and so fucking horny you’re going to have to fuck my brains out. Come on baby make him cum I want to see you make him cum suck his dick baby you know you want his hot load. There was no question I going to make Paul cums and I was laser focused on doing just that. I stopped stroking his cock and went on full suck mode. I love and blowjob, but a really good blowjob is when your cock is sucked clean my mouth  only not a handjob with a dick in someone’s mouth. I figure I’m a guy and this is how I like it so other guys like it that way too. I was now bobbing up and down on Paul’s cock and had increased my speed and intensity of my sucking exactly as my girlfriend does when she is intent on making me finally cum. Paul was moaning and saying oh God oh my God I’m going to cum sweetie I’m going to cum and without skipping a beat DD was like a cheerleader at sporting event come on baby suck him off make him cum.

 Paul’s body began to shutter and shake, and he let out a load moan and released a load of hot steaming cum from the head of his cock. DD knew the signs and said suck him baby swallow his load like I taught you. I did my best to swallow his load but a little escaped my mouth and was dribbling  down my chin and was on my lips. DD swooped in and kissed me intently licking the cum from my lips and chin. She kept kissing me and saying oh my God thank you , thank you for doing this for me baby I love you. I smiled at her and said I love you too, she laughed and said now eat my pussy and fuck me I need it bad. I looked up at Paul who was spent from my cock sucking and I proceeded to just pull down my pants and slip my cock into her super wet pussy. I was pounding her pussy for all I was worth when Paul said I normally and  not one for this, but you guys are fucking hot you’re a couple of animals. I pumped DD’s pussy like a jackhammer and after maybe 15 minutes I filled her pussy full of cum and pulled out of her and went down on her lapping my own cum from her pussy something I do most of the time. 

I looked at Paul and looking at her for approval and just asked if he would like to join me, he thanked me for the offer but said he was good with just watching the two of us. DD later on that night told me she couldn’t believe that me Mr. jealous had asked another man if he wanted to lick his girlfriend’s pussy, she laughed and said she wasn’t mad just surprised. The three of us sat on the couch, I kissed her neck and whispered would you mind, I didn’t even half to finish my sentence when she asked Paul would he mind fucking me in the ass. My little slut is hungry for some man cock what do you say she asked. He laughed and smiled and said who am I to disappoint a lady.

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Cade couldn’t wait to shed his uniform fatigues for a few weeks. He had saved up all his leave days and now, leave couldn’t come soon enough. He loved being a Marine but he just came off a six-month tour in Afghanistan and he just wanted to kick back with his buddies, get shit-faced, watch sports and not think about work.

Cade knew his best friend and roommate, Jackson, had a weekend planned for him when he returned. It was an all-expense paid trip into the city, four-star hotel, three nights of boozing and titty-bars. Cade hadn’t had sex in six-months and he was ready to tear into some pussy.

Jackson has been his best friend since boot camp. They had a similar background, farm-boys from small towns, good Christian upbringing, one that they promptly threw by the way side once they left their small towns. They rebelled immediately and made up for lost time with lots of partying, beer and one-night stands. Many drunken nights getting hammered, picking up women and fucking until the sun came up. They had become so close it wasn’t uncommon to fuck girls together in the same room. They were like brothers and there were no secrets, no judgments, no drama between them. Those things combined with being Marine brothers made their bond solid, one nothing could ever break.

Cade walked into his condo that he shared with Jackson and found it quiet. Jackson was still at work for another few hours which gave Cade time to settle in, unpack, shower, do some laundry and take a well-deserved nap. He felt like he could sleep for days.

A few hours later Cade was awoken from a deep sleep when he heard the front door slamming shut. He sat up, rubbed the sleep from his eyes and dragged himself to the living room wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.

“Hey, brother! Missed you, man!” Jackson bellowed as he threw himself on Cade with a big bear hug.

“Hey,” Cade said over Jackson’s shoulder as he hugged him, groggy from his nap. “Missed you too, brother.”

Jackson noticed Cade’s back muscles were rock hard, his shoulders massive.

Jackson stood back and scanned his best friend’s body. “Whoa, dude! You are jacked!”

“We built some homemade Crossfit equipment and worked out when we had time. There was nothing to do over there, you know that,” Cade said with a shrug and a smile. He was generally soft-spoken and not one for the spotlight but he did like attention to his body. He liked it when people noticed his body and all the hard work he put into it. He had always worked out, was an athlete in high school. He always looked great but now, he was perfect. “Ordered some supps online, ate clean when I could, and body fat just fell off and muscle kept growing.”

“Lookin good, brother. Lookin good!” Jackson always thought he had a leg up on Cade in the muscle department. Last year, Jackson had trained for the post’s natural-bodybuilding competition and took home first place. But he couldn’t have done it without Cade’s help. He motivated Jackson, kept him on schedule with workouts and eating. He woke up at the ass-crack-of-dawn every morning to train with Jackson. By the time the competition rolled around, Jackson was a shoo-in to win and because he trained with Jackson every day, Cade looked even better than he did before he started training with Jackson.

But now, Cade must have put on fifteen to twenty-pounds of muscle, Jackson thought. Jackson admired his ripped abs, his full pecs, the Adonis-belt on his tiny, tiny waist that pointed down into the front of his tight, black boxer briefs. The briefs could hardly contain those muscled quads. Cade’s jet-black hair was cut regulation, although Cade liked it faded to skin on the sides and kept some length on top. His deep golden tan accentuated his crystal blue eyes and made his snow-white teeth gleam. He was truly the epitome of a Marine.

“What are you, now? Two-ten? Two-fifteen?” asked Jackson about how many pounds of muscle Cade had packed on.

Cade sneered his usual cocky sneer, “Two-twenty.”

“BEAST!” Jackson bellowed as he gave Cade a fist-bump. “Body-fat?”

Cade tried to answer nonchalantly, “five-percent,” he drawled in his Texas accent.

Jackson assumed it was, without a doubt, under 10-percent. The loss of all that body-fat made Cade’s square jaw more pronounced, making him even more handsome. A deep dimple more prominent on his chin.

“Five-percent, “Jackson mocked him in a hillbilly accent as he rolled his eyes. Cade was being cocky, tying to act like it was no big deal. But it was. It made Jackson envious. It was one of the reasons Jackson liked Cade. Cade was cocky like himself, but in a quiet, brooding way but when he drank he was a loud drunk and he liked to fight. It’s like alcohol brought out a whole different person. He was rowdy and lost all his inhibitions. He would rob a bank if you told him to. When he was drunk, he had no fear.

“Ahh, fuck off. Stop sissy-bitching and catch up,” Cade waved him away as he turned and went into the kitchen.

Jackson couldn’t help but notice Cade’s bigger and more improved ass. It was always well developed and tight but now it looked like ten-pounds of the muscle gained went to his ass. It was a big contrast to his 32” waist. The spandex boxers were stretched to the limit.

“Catch up? Fuck you. You’ve finally caught up with ME, big guy” Jackson scoffed.

Cade looked at Jackson in disbelief, his head cocked, a sneer on his lip. “Dude, I’ve surpassed you. I have at least ten-pounds of muscle on you. At least. Maybe fifteen and my body fat is five-percent less.

“It looks like those fifteen-pounds of muscle are in your ass,” Jackson chuckled.

Cade gave himself a slap on the ass and shrugged. “Thanks for noticing,” he winked as he took a pull from a beer he had just grabbed from the fridge. “Looking at my ass? Is there something you need to tell me since I’ve been gone? I’ve been gone a long time,” Cade teased.

“Please, you would be so lucky to be my bitch,” Jackson laughed. “But since we’re talking about that ass. What were you doing over there? Squatting tanks?”

“Nope. Just good old fashioned hard work and lots of squats. I’m going to have to have all my jeans altered.”

Jackson took off his uniform top and threw it on the couch. Under that he was wearing a black compression shirt. He felt a little self-conscious now that he had seen Cade’s gains and it didn’t help that Cade was standing in front of him with a knowing smile. Cade knew Jackson was feeling inferior as he watched him take off the top. Cade loved to make him feel inferior in the looks department. They were competing Alpha males. Everyone knew Cade was an alpha from the second they met him. Jackson was more of a pretty-boy so he had to work a little harder to assert his dominance. Cade was a jeans, t-shirt and cowboy boots guy. Jackson was more trendy. He kept his hair just borderline regulation so he could style it when not at work. Cade knew Jackson like the back of his hand. Jackson is competitive as hell. Cade could bet a million-bucks that Jackson would be hitting it extra hard at the gym tomorrow morning if not tonight. Cade laughed to himself, Jackson tried to act normal but he was intentionally flexing his muscles to show Cade that he still could keep up. Cade had to admit, Jackson looked good in that compression shirt. His abs visible and his pecs round and full. The short sleeves tight against his baseball biceps. Cade quietly was impressed with Jackson and his body. It was an Alpha thing. A mutual respect. They tried to not let the other know how much they were impressed with each other. That would compromise their dominance.

Cade was always envious of Jackson and his ability to add muscle so quickly. He was naturally lean so low body-fat was a given.

Like Cade, Jackson was a womanizer. Jackson was a charmer, sweet-talker. He had long eyelashes that reeled in women’s attention. He had charisma that made the all the ladies wet. He had a way of making them feel like they were the only woman in the world when he was with her. Before Cade left for Afghanistan, he made fun of Jackson for always primping in the mirror before they hit the bar on a Saturday night. Jackson’s thick, brown hair had to be just so. His clothes had to be just right. They had to fit a certain way, usually form-fitting, and he wore it well, that was the point. The good thing was that they could wear the same clothes so they basically were doubling their wardrobes. Cade only cared about that when it was time to go out because he did love that attention his body received from women and men alike. He wasn’t big on shopping or the latest trends but Jackson was. He took advantage of that and dressed to impress. But now, he was sure he wore a size bigger than Jackson. With the size of his arms and shoulders alone, he might Hulk out if he tried to squeeze into one of Jackson’s t-shirts. Still, the two of them walking into a bar together turned heads, women and men alike. Cade was the ruggedly handsome one, Jackson the classically handsome but pretty one with a young frat-boy look. They had their pick of the women in the bar and they left behind a string of women they would ghost immediately which made running into those girls awkward but it wasn’t anything personal, the guys were there to get laid and nothing else.

“So, what’s on tap for the weekend?” Cade asked.

“Friday night, drive into the city. Got a rez at a sweet hotel downtown, stumbling distance from bars and clubs. I got some buddies that are going to join us later. They know the city well; all the bars to go to, where to pick up the hottest girls, where the best booze is.”

“Cool. Sounds fun. Thanks for planning this, man. You didn’t have to. I would have been just fine kicking back here and vegetating. ”

“Hey, nothing’s too good for mi amigo,” Jackson said as he patted Cade on the shoulder.

“What have you got planned tonight?” asked Cade with a yawn.

“Me? Uh…I’m just going to hit the gym,” Jackson replied as a throw-away thought.

Cade laughed, “Thought you would.”

Friday afternoon rolled around and Cade and Jackson were off to the city. Cade had rested up and was ready to drink and, most importantly, to fuck.

“What’s the room sitch?” asked Cade as he drank a Redbull from the passenger seat.

“It’s a suite with two kings. I tried to book two adjoining rooms but they didn’t have any left. Sorry, we gotta share the room,” answered Jackson as he navigated his black F350 through the afternoon rush hour traffic.

Cade grunted,” Hmm. Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Jackson laughed, “Yeah! Remember that time at Pendleton? Fourth of July?”

“How could I forget? Sisters, dude,” Cade smirked.

“They were sluts! Remember? Good thing they were hot. Good genetics, I guess.”

“Sisters that slutty? They got daddy issues, dude. Just like a stripper.”

“Speaking of strippers. My buddy Jess says there’s a sick strip joint a short Uber ride away downtown.”

“I don’t care what she does for a living as long as she sucks dick. Who is this Jess guy?”

“Went to high school with him. He moved here after graduation five years ago. He was a year behind me. Played ball and wrestled together. He’s a good guy.”

“Wrestled together, huh? Are you totally sure you don’t have anything to tell me?” Cade cocked an eyebrow in suspicion then he laughed.

“Hey. Watch it. Jess is gay…or bi, or something.”

“Or something? He needs to pick a lane, dude,” Cade said as he looked out the window.

“Yeah, I don’t get it. A year or so ago he just started fucking dudes. He’s open about it. No big deal. Is it?”

“Dude, I don’t give a shit. You know Jared and Kyle at work are gay. Kate from admin just married her girlfriend. I’d give my life for them.”

“It’s all good. It’s your weekend. It’s all about you. We’ll do anything you want.”

“Right on. It’s all good.”

“So, anyway, you’ll like Jess. He’s a partier. He’s a trip. I’ve seen Jess go home with a chic one night and a guy on the next night.”

“Sounds like he’s bi, dude.”

“Yeah. I guess. I don’t get it,” Jackson shrugged it off.

“To each his own.”

Cade was very impressed with the hotel. It turns out Jackson’s buddy, Jess, knows one of the managers at the hotel and got them a thousand-dollar a night suite for nothing. The manager, a former Marine, jumped at the chance to help a fellow Marine and give him a great homecoming.

The suite was modern, lots of glass, lots of color, mirrors and marble, not Cade’s style but still impressive. He’d be fine in any old hotel as long as it had a bed and a place to fuck. Centered in the middle of the living room were two light gray, plush, L-shaped couches with a huge white/gray, swirled marble coffee table in the middle. A glass wet-bar against the wall to the right as you came in the door. The carpet was deep purple shag with red undertones. Cade marveled at the floor-to-ceiling white marble fireplace offset by two picture windows of equal height that looked out over the bright lights of the city.

Two sets of white, floor-to-ceiling, double-doors on either side of the living room opened to master bedrooms, the same size as the living room. In each room, the bed was on a pedestal making it appear as if it were floating. The bed was the biggest he’d ever seen. It looked to be the size of two king-sized beds. The room had a Seventy’s vibe as far as he could tell from seeing old pictures online. The walls were red and gold paisley wallpaper, the carpet was orange shag, the bedspread was avocado-green. The lamps and accents were brass. He laughed when he looked up to see gold veined mirrors on the ceiling above the bed. Another fireplace like the one in the living room set next to another picture window with a view of the city.

Another set of massive double-doors opened to a massive master bath. The bathroom was all black marble. The walk-in shower was big enough for at least six people to share. The bathtub, a carved-out chunk of shiny, black rock. Over the black marble vanity was nothing but mirror.

“What the fuck?” Cade said when he saw Jackson’s reflection in the window he was standing in front, admiring the view.

“I know, right?” Jackson was almost giddy as he entered the room with a bellboy in tow with their luggage. He knew he was getting a good room but this was beyond anything he imagined. Neither of them had ever stayed in a hotel this expensive and trendy.

“It looks like three different time eras exploded in here,” Cade said with a chuckle. This was way too much. This wasn’t exactly his style but he knew Jackson had worked hard to get this room for him and he wasn’t about to spoil it by telling him how much he thought the place was hideous. Besides, Jackson was all about trend and this place, well, it was trend.

“I know it’s a bit much but we’re just here to sleep, right?” Jackson said as he tipped the cute, blonde, twink bellboy.

“And to fuck,” Cade added.

The bellboy flinched at what Cade just said. His eyebrows raised in a “ah-ha” expression. With a big grin, he looked from Jackson to Cade and let his eyes roam over their muscular bodies. “Please, let me know if either of you…or both of you need anything,” the bellboy said with a wink before he closed the door behind him.

Cade turned back to the window. He couldn’t get over the view.

Jackson laughed as he locked the door.

“What’s so funny?” Cade asked.

“The bellboy thinks we’re a couple,” Jackson mused.

Cade turned and looked confused. “Huh?”

“The bellboy thinks we’re fucking.”

“Why?”

“You just implied we were. Dude, you are so clueless sometimes.”

“He seems more like your type,” Cade said sarcastically.

“My type?”

“Yeah, a preppy pretty-boy.”

“So, you think if I were into dudes it would be someone like him?” Jackson asked as he roamed the suite taking in the eclectic design.

“If the high-heel fits,” Cade shrugged one of his shoulders towards his ears with a slight tilt of his head.

Jackson tried out an over-stuffed chair in the corner. “Fuck off, dick-head. If I were gay, that little dude would not be my first choice.”

“So, you’ve thought about it?” Cade teased.

Jackson jumped out of the chair.

“You’re an idiot,” replied Jackson, checking out the wet bar. “You spend way too much time thinking about my sexuality. You do you, dude,” Jackson said as he held up a glass of bourbon as if to say “Cheers.”

Just then there was a knock at the door. Jackson jogged to the door and looked through the peephole and then excitedly opened the door. A tall, dark-haired guy about twenty-one or twenty-two years old, very handsome, with a lean, muscular build entered. Jackson brought him in for a hug and then shut the door. Cade noticed the guy was well dressed in form-fitting clothes. A tight, silky black polo shirt that accentuated his biceps and his round pecs. His matching black skinny-cut dress pants had a sheen to them, like his shirt. They hugged his quads and were tight around his calves. A pair of black leather dress boots with a slightly pointed toe finished off the look. Cade was secure in his masculinity to admit he knew when a guy was attractive. The newcomer was handsome but not pretty. He was muscular but not like a bodybuilder, more like an underwear model. Wide shoulders, tiny waist, the outline of his abs seen through the tight material of his shirt. Cade rolled his eyes though when the guy turned around, because, of course, the dude had a nice bubble-shaped ass. Once again, Cade was not oblivious to what a nice ass looks like on a man. His own was spectacular and he knew it. This guy wore clothes like they were designed just for him.

Cade felt a surge inside. He suddenly saw the guy as competition. It was like an alpha wolf catching the scent of another. The Alpha urge to stake his territory. The urge to size up the competition and assess the threat. The dude could cock-block him at every turn if he wanted to. Jackson was a great wingman but this guy, this guy was his own wingman.

The man saw Cade and made a bee-line to him with his hand out with confidence. “Ah, the infamous Cade,” he said. Cade looked down at man’s hand as if he were unsure to take it, like it could explode if he touched it. Finally, Cade took the other man’s hand and shook it aggressively, firm.

“I’m Jess,” the man said as he glanced down at their clasped hands, felt the tight grip and then looked up into Cade’s stone-like expression.

This was Jess? For some reason, Cade assumed Jess would be…smaller? He didn’t expect him to be so…masculine and this good-looking? Not that a gay or bi dude couldn’t be masculine or good-looking, he just wasn’t expecting this guy. He had an Alpha aura. Three Alphas in the room? This was going to be intense, Cade thought.

“Nice to meet you, man,” Cade said as he squeezed Jess’s hand tight. Jess cocked an eyebrow and squeezed tighter which in turn, made Cade squeeze even tighter. Both men trying to keep a straight face, trying not to show signs of pain. Their muscular forearms flexing. Cade was trying to “alpha” Jess but Jess was giving it right back. Their cold stares penetrating the other’s.

Jackson rolled his eyes. He knew they were challenging each other. “Guys, guys, give it rest. Next, you’ll be measuring dicks. Don’t bother. You’ll both lose,” Jackson laughed as he grabbed his own junk.

Cade and Jess released their tight grip but both still sizing the other up with their eyes.

Jess wasn’t sure he liked Cade. The instant show of dominance from Cade after a polite hello from himself instantly sent Jess into dominance mode. At first, when he walked in and saw Cade standing by the window, Jess was instantly attracted to him. He also sensed his Alpha presence. It was thick in the air. It might have been because there were three Alphas in the room but Cade exuded something more. Cade, wearing a ball cap, a tight, worn-out t-shirt, snug faded blue jeans and cowboy boots, all showing off an intensely muscular physique was the poster boy of a good ole’ boy Marine from Texas. To top it off, Cade, not only hot as fuck but had such a masculine, rugged face. A square jaw, dark blue eyes, roman nose and thick black eyebrows. His eyelashes were so thick it almost appeared he was wearing eye-liner which made his eyes even more beautiful. And who couldn’t notice the two melons that were supposed to be his ass trying to fight their way through the seams of his jeans. If Jess wasn’t so pissed, he might fall in love with that ass.

“Jess, it’s so great to see you! It’s been way too long, dude,” Jackson exclaimed as he grasped Jess’s shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze.

Jess continued to stare down Cade as he replied, “You too, buddy.” He then broke the stare and turned to Jess with a smile. “It has been too long. Now that we live closer, we need to hang out more.”

“Definitely, dude. I’ll…WE’LL take you up on that offer. Won’t we, CADE?” Jackson asked Cade with a “be nice, you, asshole” expression.

Jackson had seen Cade act this way before. Usually, when he felt threatened. Cade wasn’t much for words but his eyes told you exactly what he was thinking. When he felt another aggressive presence in the room, he automatically went into alpha-mode. But then, it seemed like Cade was always in some stage of alpha-mode. It sucked because Jackson thought they both would have more friends if Cade didn’t look like he was pissed-off all the time. The dude had resting-bitch-face.

“I’m going to take a shower,” Cade stated as he turned and left the room.

Jess and Jackson looked at each other in silence.

“What the fuck is his problem?” Jess nodded once towards the bathroom.

“Don’t mind him. He’s always that way. Takes a while for him to warm up to someone he just met.”

“Thought you said he was a cool guy. You said you are like brothers?” Jess questioned.

“He is. He’s rough around the edges but I swear, he’s a great guy,” Jackson said, defending Cade.

Jess cocked his head to one side, squinting at Jackson. “Did you tell Cade I’m bi?”

Jackson winced. “It might have come up in conversation.” He hoped Jess wouldn’t get mad.

“Is that why he’s being an asshole to me?”

“No…NO! Heck, no. We’ve got gay friends. He has no issues with the guy on guy thing.”

“Well, it’s been my experience with guys like him, they feel threatened not by the guy on guy thing, but the fact that I can go either way. It makes them uncomfortable knowing that if I strike out with a dude, I can score with a chic and it may be the one they’re trying to pick up. Or they think I’ll play gay to get close to the girl and then turn straight and fuck her. It’s a trust issue. They never know what I’m thinking or who I’m scoping out.”

“Cade is hard to read. He’s quiet, more of an observer. He sees what he wants, weighs his options and then strikes when the time is right. He rarely fails to get what he wants,” Jackson said. He poured a bourbon from the wet bar and handed it to Jess.

Jess took the bourbon and swigged it down. “He’s got issues, dude. Maybe it’s PTSD or something but anyone threatened so easily has got to figure his shit out.”

Jackson had a few choice words to say to Cade as they were getting dressed for the night out. Cade apologized for being an ass to Jess and promised it wouldn’t happen again. Cade felt bad dissing his best friend’s buddy after he had gone to all the trouble of getting them the hotel room and setting them up for a fun weekend.

Jackson went so far as to lay out Cade’s clothes for the evening. He had packed enough clothes for the two of them. They were going to some high-end clubs and bars and he wanted Cade to fit in. If he didn’t pack trendy clothes for him, Cade would show up in a baseball cap and shit-kickers. He didn’t care.

Cade didn’t argue with the selection Jackson made. He knew Jackson knew what he was doing and that Cade would be dressed to impress. Like Jackson feared, the clothes were a tad bit tight on Cade with all the new muscle he’d put on. Cade, on the other hand, liked the tight look and he admired his body in the mirror. Cade turned to the side to see see how the pants molded to the globes that were his ass. His flat stomach along with a naturally arched back and tiny waist made his glutes stick out higher and tighter. He flexed his bicep and smiled as he watched the sleeve stretch to accommodate the eighteen-inch muscle. Now, this was going to be a good night, he thought. His body will get plenty of attention.

Jackson stood back and admired his work. Damn, he did good work. Cade looked amazing and he was bound to have the time of his life this weekend. He laughed as Cade couldn’t rip himself away from the mirror. “Dude, stop admiring your ass and let’s get going. Jess is waiting downstairs in the bar.”

Cade and Jackson took the elevator down to meet Jess who was waiting in the bar. Jess caught sight of them walking through the marble lobby and he about spilled his drink. Damn, if Cade didn’t clean up well. He was hot before dressed as a redneck cowboy but now, Jess was speechless. Cade, strutted through the lobby, showing off his superior physique in the expensive, form-fitting clothing. His hair trimmed with a part, the top longer and swept back, just enough to tell he was a Marine which is always a pussy magnet, not to mention a gay dude magnet as well. There is nothing sexier than a big muscular Marine dressed to the nine’s in civilian clothes. The snug, stretch, maroon polo was tight in all the right places. The biceps, the shoulders, the pillow-like pecs. The way the black, designer dress pants hugged his quads and molded to that muscular ass. Jackson looked equally as sexy. He wore a more preppy outfit. Slim-fit navy jeans with a light blue, slim-fit button down topped off with a gray suit-vest and light gray oxford boots. He looked very dapper and sexy as fuck. Too bad they were such good friends. He would totally try to turn him. He always thought Jackson was a little too metrosexual to be completely straight.

Jess discarded his drink, half drank, and met them at the lobby door. He ushered the two outside where a black SUV awaited them to take them to the first bar.

Fast forward two hours. They were at their fourth bar and drinking more than they should at every stop. Shamelessly hitting on every girl, they saw. Jess was hitting on any man or woman that strikes his fancy. He got some digits from a guy and two girls. They decided to leave and venture to another club where Jess said some friends of his wanted to meet up. Cade was drunk and when he gets drunk, he gets rowdy and loud.

“The more the merrier!” Cade yelled with a toast of shots that magically appeared. Obviously, bought for them by some anonymous admirer.

Cade had followed through with his promise to Jackson and was cordial to Jess all night. He started to like him and found they had more in common than he thought. He thought maybe this guy wasn’t a threat after all. He was up to party and that was enough for Cade. Yes, Jess picked up on the attitude change in Cade and felt it was ok to flirt. Cade was aware of the flirtation and welcomed it. It inflated his ego even more than it was already. A hot guy thought he was hot too. He liked it. Jess was growing on him and he found it easy to talk to him, could have been the alcohol but he didn’t pull away when Jess got handsy from time to time. He definitely thought they could be good friends.

The next club was loud with hard-thumping dance music. The dancefloor was a sea of bodies, hot and sweaty, dancing and drinking. The club was dark with mirror ball lights and lasers. They met Jess’s friends outside on the outdoor patio. Jess introduced them to two guys, just as hot as Jess, just as drunk too. Ian, a built, blonde hair Nordic god was at least six-foot-four and a mountain of muscle. The other, Alex, was also built, but shorter, five-ten, maybe. He was the shortest of all in the group but it fit his tight, muscular gymnast body. His floppy brown hair and his smaller stature made him look younger than he was.

Cade should have known Jess’s friends would be equally as attractive as Jess. The first thing he thought was if they were straight or gay because they didn’t seem gay. He didn’t want to assume they were gay but they were flawless, perfectly groomed, clothes on point. It was then that Cade looked around the patio and noticed most of it was filled with dudes. The thumping dance music, the perfectly quaffed hair and the clean-cut, sleek muscular bodies should have given him the first clue. He’d been in gay dance clubs before so it wasn’t his first time. He dated a few girls that liked to dance at gay clubs. Jackson had always been right there along with him. If he hadn’t been hammered, he would have noticed sooner there were in a gay club.

“Jax,” Cade said as he tapped Jackson on the shoulder, “Is this a gay club?”

“Yeah, for the most part. You know how it is, straight chics go to gay bars to dance because they don’t get hit on, so for us, it’s like shooting fish in a barrel!” Jackson laughed.

“Right you are, son!” answered Cade while patting his friend on the back. Jess was a genius for bringing them here.

“Hey, Jess and I got you covered, big guy.” Jackson patted Cade on the back.

Ian and Alex turned out to be cool. Cade still couldn’t tell if they were gay or bi or straight. It didn’t matter. They seemed like good guys and they knew how to party. They talked football and even hunting with Cade. Both guys grew up in rural areas and fled to the big city after college. They’d been friends since college and so it was logical to get a place and rent it together. Alright, finally some guys he could relate too in addition to Jackson he thought.

Cade and Jackson learned that getting hit on by dudes had benefits, more so than it was when they had gone to gay bars with dates. Now, they weren’t with any females, just a group of hot guys who got noticed. They got free drinks all night from guys trying to get on them. Cade loved the constant onslaught of compliments and cat-calls. He probably wouldn’t be as comfortable with it if he were sober since he’s low key and quiet when not drinking. He’s much more bold and uninhibited with his emotions when he’s drunk. The most flattering was getting a compliment from a guy who was in prime condition, muscular and equally as hot. That turned his crank because another hot dude wanting to fuck another him just because he’s hot, that’s the best a compliment can get.

“Hey! You guys stumble in here on accident?” asked some random guy, an attractive, younger, tight body, yelling his question to Cade over the loud music.

“What?” Cade responded loudly.

“Straight bars are a block down but hey, we don’t mind some hot straight Marines to look at,” the buff guy said as he put his hand on Cade’s bicep and squeezed. Cade flexed when he felt the guy’s warm hand. The guy’s eyebrows raised as he stroked Cade’s arm. Cade noticed the guy had some nice arms on him as well. Cade loved the attention. Plus, he was drunk so he was uninhibited. He playfully squeezed his admirer’s bicep.

“Nice guns,” Cade said with flirty smile.

“Unless my gaydar is wrong? It didn’t go off with you,” the guy questioned with hope in his voice.

“Nope, sorry, little man, I’m straight. Here with some buddies,” Cade replied as he flexed more.

The guy pointed at the other guys in the group. “Don’t tell me you guys are ALL straight.”

“Well, that’s a good question,” Cade laughed. “This one is for sure,” he said as he pointed to Jackson.

“The other Marine? You sure? He dresses too nice for a straight guy,” the guy cocked his eyebrow.

Cade laughed, “yeah I know. I tease him all the time. No, he’s straight.”

“What about the other three?”

“That one is bi,” Cade said as he pointed at Jess. “The other two I’m still trying to figure out!” Cade smiled as he put his hand on the guy’s shoulder. He squeezed and noticed the guy’s shoulder was hard and well developed. Respect, he said to himself.

The guy turned his head and looked down at Cade’s hand on his shoulder. “You’re handsy for a straight guy,” he said.

“Nah, just friendly,” Cade winked.

They chatted for a while longer. Cade loved flirting with the gay guy. The more he flirted the more attention the guy gave him. Cade didn’t even get his name. He didn’t care. He just liked the guy feeling him up. The guy introduced him to his gay friends who gave him the pleasure of feeling his muscles. They couldn’t get enough of the straight handsome Marine letting them have their way with his body.

“You suck, man,” one man said. “You come in here with this jacked body and tease us. It’s like dangling a candy bar in front of a fat kid.”

Cade laughed. “Hey, I’m letting you look AND touch. This is farther than any other guy has gotten with me so enjoy it while you can.”

Jackson watched Cade show off for the group of admirers. Sometimes Cade surprised him and this was one of those times. He knew Cade was cocky about his body but this was amusing. He couldn’t wait to tease him about tomorrow when he was sober. Who knows if he would even remember letting a bunch of gay dudes molest him all night. Just in case, he snapped a few pics with his phone.

About three o’clock in the morning when the bars closed, having struck out with numerous girls, and having their fill of free drinks at the gay bar, Jackson invited everyone back to the hotel room to continue the nights partying. Ian and Alex were impressed with the hotel room and instantly made themselves some drinks and kicked back on the deep couches. Jess turned on some music and they all sat down in the couches and chilled.

Conversation turned to Cade and Jackson as they were asked questions about serving in the Marines. Cade was glad to talk about his job. He had become so animated in the last few hours, Jess swore Cade was a different person when he drank. He wished some of that behavior would seep into his normal behavior.

Jackson was having the time of his life. He was hanging with his best friend, partying with fun people and enjoying the bonding with Cade. He missed Cade when he was gone. Jackson was so used to doing everything with Cade, and when he left, Jackson felt like a lost puppy. Too many one-night-stands with faceless girls in the last six-months and no wingman. Tonight, he was making up for lost time. He sat back and just watched Cade and got a kick of how boisterous and loud he was being. Such a different side of Cade that he missed.

He loved when Cade told stories when he drank. He exaggerated and stretched the truth but he knew how to tell a story.

“…so, this sniper shot me in the thigh and I go down. Jax, my best buddy here, pulls me by the arm to safety and we limp back to the check point,” Cade hugged his best friend. “I love you, man. You saved my life. You’re the best,” Cade slurred as he threw his arm around Jackson and playfully kissed him on the cheek.

Jackson pushed him away and wiped his cheek. “Get off me, you loser.”

“What? Come on, Jax. You like it,” Cade laughed and tried to kiss him again to which Jackson let him kiss him on the cheek.

“So, you got shot? How much does that hurt?” Ian asked.

“Worst pain I’ve ever felt. I can’t think of anything more painful,” Cade answered after a gulp of whiskey.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. You haven’t been on the receiving end of his fat cock,” Alex said, pointing at Jess.

“Fuck off. I didn’t hear you complaining,” Jess exclaimed as he threw a throw-pillow at Alex.

Well I guess that answers the question of how Jess knows Ian and Alex. Fuck buddies, Cade thought.

“Dude, taking a bullet is a little different than taking a dick up the ass,” Cade guffawed.

“Really, have you tried it?” Jess asked, teasing with an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“What? No. I’m not gay. No offense,” Cade said as he threw his hands up at Jess and his friends.

“Then how do you know it hurts less?” Alex asked in a teasing tone.

“Maybe because I wouldn’t want to get shot every day, whereas, I would want to get fucked every day,” Cade smiled and then realized what he said. “Wait…”

“So, you would rather get fucked in the ass then take a bullet?” Jess laughed.

“Well, yeah. No! I mean, yeah…if I were into dudes,” Cade stammered, too drunk to make his thoughts clear.

“You’re a big, bad Marine, if you can take the pain of being shot, surly you can take the pain of a dick in your ass,” Jess said.

Jackson got the feeling Jess was challenging Cade. He thought, now it was about to get fun. He liked seeing Cade challenged when he drank. It always turned into some hilarious event to laugh about later.

“Yeah, you’re telling me you wouldn’t take a cock over a bullet wound?” asked Alex.

Cade snapped his head to Alex, brow furrowed, eyes bloodshot, anger in his eyes.

“I can take whatever pain you throw at me, motherfucker,” Cade growled.

“Hmmm, I don’t know. Taking dick is not as easy as it would seem,” Jess said as he looked back and winked at Ian and Alex. Both guys shook their heads indicating what Jess was saying is true.

“Fuck you. I’m a fucking Marine!” Cade yelled at the top of his lungs. “I’ve served three tours in Afghanistan, received a Purple Heart and killed terrorists. Don’t you fucking tell me what you think I can’t do. I’ll fucking mess up your pretty little face, princess. Fucking cocksuckers!”

Jackson’s jaw dropped. He was sure Cade was going to start throwing punches. He was suddenly aware that Cade was TOO drunk and Jackson didn’t need him throwing down and beating up three guys who were just messing with him. Any other guy would laugh it off but Cade, he never backed down when being challenged. It was the Alpha in him. Jackson knew because he was the same way himself. Never back down from a bet or a challenge and win at all costs. This is one of those times Cade felt threatened, his masculinity challenged, his character questioned and he wasn’t thinking clearly. At least he knew Cade would never take a cock in the ass. He was just blowing smoke. I’m sure there was about to be something crazy suggested by Cade to prove his pain tolerance.

“Prove it,” Jess demands, staring Cade down and Cade doing the same back.

Cade sat up on the edge of the couch as if crouched like a tiger ready to pounce. This guy was pissing him off, questioning his masculinity, his duty as a Marine, his high tolerance for physical pain.

Likewise, Jess crouched at the edge of the couch where he was sitting across from Cade.

Jackson put down his drink. “Cade, don’t…”

Cade put his palm up at Jackson which shut him up immediately. Ian and Alex watched from the other end of the couch from Jess, both focused intensely on the two alphas in the room.

Jess gave Cade a tilt of his head as if to say, “Let’s go, asshole.”

They both continued to stare each other down. Jess knew Cade wouldn’t back down. He was a Marine, an Alpha, he couldn’t show weakness. Marines were bred to show no fear and take orders from authority no matter how dominate Cade thought he was. This was not Jess’s first time fucking with a Marine, not by a long shot. Jess was going to be relentless to get this rugged, masculine, beautiful man to submit. Even if it meant humiliating him in the process.

Cade slowly stood up, still staring down into Jess’s eyes. Jess slowly stood up, toe to toe with Cade, defiant. Both knew not to break eye contact. That would be a show of weakness. Still, Jess couldn’t help but be in awe of the muscular, animalistic aura Cade projected. It urged him on. It turned him on. There was electricity in the air. Cade felt it too. He felt a jump in his pulse. He felt an attraction that he couldn’t explain. For the first time, he was experiencing a power equal to his own. Jackson glanced over at Ian and Alex who just shrugged their shoulders in disbelief of what was happening.

Jess crossed his muscular arms over his chest, waiting for the next move. Cade took that as an official challenge.

“I’m not gay,” Cade stated laser focused on Jess’s blue eyes making sure Jess knew the deal.

“Didn’t say you were,” Jess answered back arrogantly but questioning at the same time.

Cade squinted his eyes a bit, trying not to blink. Alright, he had had enough of this son-of-a-bitch. He took a very deep breath, stuck out his chest and asked with confidence in his baritone voice, “Who’s first?”

Cade was so confident in his masculinity that he could take on the whole room if he had to, damn it, although he didn’t expect a scenario like that to play out. He needed Jess to know that he was going to win this challenge. He looked around the room at all the other guys. They looked at Jess but Cade knew damn well who’s dick was going in. Of course, Jess knew this all along too.

Jess smirked and waved his hand towards the bedroom. “Shall we?”

Cade slowly turned and quietly walked to the bedroom and Jess followed. Jess watched that big, muscular ass strut into the bedroom, his own dick stiffening knowing it would soon be in the hot Marine ass.

Jackson watched them leave, speechless.

“Dude, is Cade into dudes?” Alex asked Jackson in a whisper.

“Um…no. I don’t think so?” he answered with confusion.

Alex looked at Ian and they both started laughing. Jackson looked back at the bedroom door and then back at Ian and Alex.

“Were you being serious about the size of Jess’s dick?” Jackson asked them.

Alex raised on hand, “Trust me, I can attest to the size of his dick.”

“Me too. Dude is big,” Ian confirmed. “Why, do you really think he’ll do it?” Ian asked Jackson.

“You don’t know Cade like I do. He’ll do it,” Jackson said, confident.

They all looked at each other again and as if thinking the same thing, they jumped off the couch and scurried to the the bedroom to watch from the doorway.

Cade and Jess stood in front of the bed.

“How do you want to do this, pretty boy?” Cade sneered.

“Clothes off. On the bed, hands and knees, Marine.” Jess answered, egging the bigger man on.

Cade sneered again before slowly taking off his clothes in a sort of striptease. He wanted to show Jess he wasn’t afraid. He wanted to tease Jess with his superior physique, intimidate him. Deep down, he questioned what he was doing but the alcohol made him want to show this arrogant asshole who was the real man in the room. He also questioned if Jess would actually do it. He knew Jess thought he was hot. There was enough flirtation throughout the night that it was obvious. He wanted to turn Jess on. See him get hard.

Cade, nude, crawled onto the bed as Jess took off his clothes, his eyes focused on the muscle-ass in front of him. Cade turned his head back and watched Jess as he went through Jackson’s shaving kit that was sitting on the night stand. He pulled out a small bottle of lube that he knew Jackson would have.

Cade watched Jess’s eyes as they lay focused on Cade’s upturned ass. He could see Jess was looking forward to sticking him in the ass. He started to wonder who was actually winning this challenge; the rough, aggressive Marine trying to defend his honor or the arrogant, handsome bisexual dude who would love to get a crack at an ass like Cade’s and is going to no matter what happened? Cade’s thoughts were mushy, his brain infected with alcohol and the bad choices that comes with it. He also knew that he liked knowing his ass was so hot it would turn a guy on.

“Lay flat,” Jess ordered.

Cade sneered his “Whatever, dude” sneer.

Cade heard the cap flip open and the sound of lube being squirted out. Then he felt something cold touch his hole.

“What are you doing back there, princess?” Cade asked, trying not to sound concerned.

“I’m doing you a favor. I’m loosening your hole. Or do you want me to go in dry? Because I can, tough guy.”

“Do what you have to do, princess,” Cade said as he settled in for the ride. There is no way this could hurt as much as they say it does. Unless…unless they were lying? Which would mean Jess is going to love fucking his ass. This wasn’t a fair challenge after all.

He felt Jess’s finger swirl lube around his hole and then a little pressure. Cade’s breathing quickened. Then he felt more pressure and he tensed.

“Relax, Marine,” he heard from behind.

Jess’s finger popped through and Cade flinched. His muscle’s stiffened and a grunt came from his throat. “Ugh!”

“I said, RELAX, Marine!” Jess ordered.

Cade felt the finger continue its dive into his tight hole. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly and willed himself to relax. As he did, he felt the finger slide inside farther.

“Fuuuccckkk,” Cade growled in a quiet whisper through clenched teeth. It was painful. “Oh, fucking shit,” he mumbled.

“Only knuckle deep, tough guy,” Jess whispered seductively.

Cade held his breath, not wanting Jess to hear how much pain he was in.

Jess left his finger in so Cade could get used to it. After Cade seemed to relax a bit and Jess didn’t hear muffled grunts, he slowly pulled his finger out to the tip and then slid it back in. He could hear Cade hiss through clenched teeth. He pulled out and slid back in again, a little bit faster each time. Cade was still hissing with each push in of Jess’s finger.

Jess, Ian and Alex watched from the doorway. Each speechless. Jackson stunned at what his best friend would do to save face. Ian and Alex, on the other hand, were hard as a rock. Seeing this big, muscled-up Marine taking Jess’s finger was so hot they couldn’t wait to watch them fuck.

“Get ready,” Jess whispered again. He hooked his finger and found Cade’s prostate and applied pressure.

Cade’s eyes shot open and his head came up off the bed. He cried out as he felt a jolt of electrical pleasure course through his ass.

Jess smiled with an evil grin. “There it is, tough guy,” he cooed as he began to massage Cade’s button.

Cade was thrashing on the bed. He arched his back as he came up on his elbows. His head thrown back as he howled at the ceiling.

Jackson watched Cade roll and thrash in ecstasy as Jess took control of Cade and made him bend to his will.

“Fuck, yeah.” Jackson heard Ian whisper. He looked over and the two guys had their arms around the other, rubbing their cocks through their pants.

Jackson had to admit that it was arousing to see the alpha stud getting finger fucked by another guy. It made Cade seem more…human.

“That’s it, tough guy. You like it?” Jess asked with a soft whisper into Cade’s ear.

Cade fucking loved it. He never experienced pleasure like this before. He wasn’t going to tell Jess that, though.

Jess started to aggressively massage Cade’s prostate. Cade’s dick was solid and his ass was pushing back to get more finger inside.

“Cade? I got my finger in you, tough guy. Got my finger in your hole. You fucking love it, don’t you?”

Cade clenched his teeth and eyes shut. No, he wouldn’t give in.

“Cade? I’m finger-banging you, dude. I’m finger-banging a fucking Marine hole,” Jess said as he waited for Cade to admit he liked it.

Cade heard what Jess said and felt his heart race. “He’s finger-banging me? This fucker is fingering me like a chic. No, this has to fucking stop,” he yelled inside his own head.

“Stop…” Cade grunted out loud.

Jess laughed and inserted another finger and pressed down on the magic spot. Cade went insane with pleasure. His lower back arched again as he came up on his elbows. His triceps flexing, his traps flaring and his head back, eyes wide open.

Jess thrust his forearm down onto Cade’s rippling upper back and pushed him flat on the bed and slipped in a third finger. He pounded that prostate with lightning speed and Cade was howling loud enough that Jackson thought someone would call the cops.

Jess turned and smiled at Ian and Alex and gestured with his head for them to come over to the bed. Jackson watched them walk as if hypnotized to the side of the bed. Jackson was just as hypnotized. He was seeing Cade in a whole different light. The big, muscular beast, smooth and tan, rugged, clenched in pleasure, being pleasured by his other friend, another beautiful, aggressive masculine man. Jess reached down and stroked his cock realizing he was already hard.

Jess continued to three-finger-bang Cade, massaging his prostate, pausing briefly only to spread his fingers apart to open Cade’s hole even more. As he did this, he watched Cade experience the bliss of having his insides worked over. He was experiencing a pleasure he never thought possible. He watched the muscles in Cade’s back flex and pop. He marveled at Cade’s thick neck and developed traps heave in synch to his grunts and moans. Jess realized that loosening Cade up was defeating the purpose of him feeling the most pain when Jess finally penetrates him with his dick, which was the challenge: the pain of having a dick inside your ass. If he wanted that, he would have just lubed up his cock and stuck it in but he wanted Cade to enjoy getting fucked. He, in no way, wanted Cade to hate getting fucked by a guy because he intended to fuck Cade many more times in the future.

Jackson, in a state of somewhere between confusion and curiosity, moved to the side of the bed opposite of the other three men. He looked down at Cade’s face. It was still clenched but at the same time, a slight smile forming. His breath was hissing with each thrust of Jess’s fingers. Jackson moved his gaze to Jess who was smiling at him with bright white teeth, his eyebrows fluttered up and down twice. Jess was teasing Cade with his magic fingers he made it obvious to Jackson that this was his plan all along.

Jackson has known Jess for a very long time. He knew Cade was Jess’s type but never dreamed the guy would actually try to bed the guy. The more Jackson thought about it the more he realized Cade and Jess were very much alike. They knew what they wanted and they both got what they wanted. When Jackson found out Jess was into dudes, he was shocked. What he wasn’t shock at was how easy it was for Jess to admit that he was bisexual. He brought it up as if it had always been known. Jess had no filter. He casually mentioned that he had been fucking a guy from college. That was it. Jackson sat there and looked at him not knowing if he heard him right. He asked Jess to reiterate. Again, casually telling him he was fucking a guy from college and that was that. After that it was just a toss-up as to if he was dating a girl or a guy. It seemed to change every time they spoke.

Cade opened his eyes and saw Jackson looking down at him. For a split-second Cade was freaked out that Jackson was seeing him like this. Jackson slowly lowered himself to his knees beside the bed until he was eye level with Cade. Jackson studied his face, tried to read him. He didn’t know what Cade was thinking, he just knew he was in heaven. Cade didn’t know what Jackson was thinking either but he didn’t care at this point in time. His face was red and sweating and he tried not to look like he was enjoying it too much.

Jackson rested his chin on the bed and smiled.

Before he could say a word, Cade spoke first, “Don’t say anything.”

“What? What was I going to say?” Jackson said smugly.

Cade moved his head to look back at Jess. “No pain,” he said, gloating.

Jess snickered, “Oh, dude. This is nothing. I haven’t stuck you yet.”

“I can take it. Princess,” Cade slurred.

“Buddy, you look like you’re having a good time,” Jackson said with a smile as he patted Cade on the shoulder.

“Not so bad,” was all Cade could say before he must have received another jolt from his joy button.

“Boys, I think my Marine here is ready,” Jess announced to Ian and Alex who were in various stages of undress. Both guys had their shirts off and their dicks out as they stroked them. They both agreed with Jess.

Jess pulled his fingers out of Cade’s tight hole. Cade instantly stopped humping the mattress and looked back again at Jess. He wanted Jess to keep going but was also anticipating something bigger.

Jess straddled Cade and aimed his fat cock at the hole below him. Cade felt the blunt head push in. Jess eased in slowly. Cade felt a shot of intense pain and clenched his teeth and eyes shut, hissing through his teeth and breathing hard in and out. His hands turned into fists as they grabbed onto the sheets, knuckles white.

“FUCK!” Cade screamed with made Jackson jump.

“Jess! Stop!” Jackson barked at Jess.

“NO!” Cade exclaimed. “Keep going. I can do this! OH, FUCK! SHIT!” Cade was feeling the pain Jess told him he would encounter. It felt like Jess was sticking his fist in his ass.

“Dude, Cade, are you ok?” Jackson asked his buddy with concern.

“Oh, he’s fine,” Jess said condescendingly. “He’s a real man. He can take it. Can’t you, tough guy?”

“Give it all you got, princess,” Cade growled.

Jess laughed. “You asked for it.”

Jess pushed all the way in without stopping. Cade’s head flew up and he screamed again, louder. Jackson could swear Cade was being torn apart. Cade slammed a fist into the mattress as he groaned from deep in his throat. A string of swear words poured from his mouth and Jess began to pull out to the tip.

“Had enough, tough guy?” Jess taunted.

“Have you?” Cade answered, his voice broke as he tried to talk.

“Not even close,” Jess answered as he jammed back in to the hilt. Cade screamed again.

“Dude. Don’t fucking kill him,” Ian warned.

“No shit, Jess,” said Alex.

“Fuck off. He said he can take it. He can take it.” Jess scowled.

Jess began pulling out and pushing back in. Cade’s fists were red, his legs were stiff, straightened out behind him as Jess was in push-up position, fucking into his ass.

“Cade. Dude, relax, man. You have to relax or it will just hurt more,” said Alex.

Jackson couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. He never thought he would be in a hotel room watching his best friend and Marine brother getting fucked up the ass by another guy. He never thought he would be watching two guys fuck, period.

“Cade, brother, relax your fucking asshole,” Jackson pleaded.

Cade looked at him with tears in his eyes. His jaw flexing. He looked at Jackson like he was asking for help.

“Relax,” Jackson whispered as he massaged Cade’s shoulder.

Jess began to pick up the pace. “Open up that ass, bitch.” Jess taunted again.

Cade closed his eyes and willed himself to relax. Ignore the outside. Go to a place in his head and tune out the words spewing from Jess’s lips.

Jess felt the warm tight muscle around his cock loosen. He heard Cade expel a deep breath and then a low moan.

“Good boy,” said Jess. “Good boy. Be a good Marine and do as you’re told.”

Cade felt the invading dick slide across his prostate and instantly felt the happy vibes tingle up his spine. “Fuck, yeah.”

Jackson flinched at the way Cade said that. It was a good way. He watched Cade’s face transition from pain to pleasure in an instant. Jess was fucking Cade with gusto and Cade was loving it. Jackson heard a flood of moans and groans seep through the grin on Cade’s face.

Ian and Alex where jacking their dicks while commenting on how well the big muscular Marine was taking cock.

“Fucking take that cock,” Ian said. “Fucking hot, bro.”

“So, fucking hot. Fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” said Alex as he turned to Ian and engaged him in a kiss and then an all-out make out session.

Jess was concentrating hard on fucking Cade’s ass. He worked in some corkscrewing with his hips, some quick jabs as well as some slow pulls. This was the best fuck he had had by far. Just looking down at the tan, hard body of the butch, straight Marine under him made him want to bust his nut inside but he wasn’t done with him yet.

“Arch your back, Marine,” Jess commanded with a slap on Cade’s ass. Cade flinched and hiked up his ass. Jess’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt his dick sink in farther. It wasn’t enough, though. He pushed in and stayed put as he put his knees between Cade’s legs and spread them out wide making his back arch more and his ass open wider.

Jackson continued to watch his buddy hump the mattress. He watched in awe as Cade lifted himself up until he was on hands and knees and he arched his back as much as he could. His head flopping up and down with every thrust he received from Jess’s onslaught.

“Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah. Fuck yeah,” was all Cade could say, over and over again.

Jackson could now see that Cade’s big dick was as hard as a crowbar. The more Jess pounded, the more Cade seemed to want more.

Cade wasn’t ready for what was about to happen next. He was kneeling on the bed, getting fucked by another guy, and he felt a hand on his cock. When he felt that warm hand squeeze and begin to jack him off, he couldn’t hold back. Jess was fucking him while doing a reach-around. Cade could feel his balls churning. Then another shocker as Jess wrapped his other arm around Cade’s throat and pulled him back until they were both on their knees, Jess pulling Cade’s back against his chest while his other hand was around Cade’s big dick. Cade’s back arched, his head thrown back onto Jess’s shoulder and with one hard slam Jess released a gush of cum into Cade’s perfect muscular ass. Cade shot jets of cum on to the headboard as he felt Jess’s dick in his gut and his hand milking his cock for every drop of cum. They both let loose with a loud barbaric yawp that for sure woke up the neighboring guests.

Jackson watched the intensely, animalistic act as his best friend shot loads and loads of cum across the bed and onto the wall. Jess’s arms flexed with thick cords of muscle as he held Cade against him, shooting his cum into the virgin ass.

Ian and Alex both came at the same time, shooting onto Cade and Jess. Jackson watched all four men get off and found himself feeling like he needed to cum as well. But he didn’t. He was confused as how to react but it didn’t seem to faze Cade as he dropped his chin to his chest, breathing hard, catching his breath while Jess ran his hands up and down Cade’s abs and chest, smearing cum all over. Cade’s body was sweat covered. His muscles looked as pumped as they do after a good hard workout. Jess pulled him in tighter, his dick still inside the muscled Marine. He put his chin on Cade’s shoulder, his mouth next to Cade’s ear.

“No pain, no gain, huh, Marine?” Jess whispered.

Cade was still breathing hard. His ass still full of cock. He was frozen, impaled, he didn’t want to move. He loved this cock inside of him. Cade still couldn’t speak.

“I came inside you, tough guy. You feel that? I fucking came in your ass and you fucking loved it,” Jess taunted in his ear. He licked Cade’s ear. “I’m going to do it again. You want that?”

Cade swallowed hard. “Thought it was supposed to hurt,” he said between breaths but still not making an effort to expel the dick inside him.

Jess chuckled in his ear, “Oh, I didn’t want to hurt you, tough guy. I wanted you to enjoy it. I wanted you to want it. And you did.”

Jackson watched Cade, the conflict in his expression. Cade still had Jess’s dick in his ass.

“Want me to pull out?” Jess asked seductively.

Cade didn’t want to admit that he loved getting fucked by Jess. He also didn’t want him to pull out.

“I guess you’ve had enough,” Jess stated as he began to slide out.

“NO! Wait!” Cade stopped him.

Jess chuckled again as he slowly pushed back in making Cade lose his breath. Cade grabbed and held on to Jess arms that were wrapped around his torso.

“Want some more, tough guy?” Jess gave another pump. “Want more of my boys inside you?”

Cade reached back and cupped Jess’s ass and pulled him in. Both men let out heavy sighs.

“I got you, fucker,” Jess whispered. “Your ass is mine.”

“Shut up and fuck me, asshole,” Cade whispered back and then Jess wrapped his arms under Cade’s armpits and locked his hands around the back of his neck. He had him in lock, Cade’s arms hanging in mid-air to the sides as Jess started another onslaught into Cade’s not longer virgin ass.

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I had logged myself into the chat room only a few minutes before, returning from the kitchen, I could see a chat window had opened, I sat myself down, and took another swing of wine.

‘Is this legit? The words sat on the screen, no hello, good evening kiss my ass or nothing. I considered shutting the window down, but I was horny as usual and didn’t like letting guys down, if they had taken the time to contact me.

‘Evening, how’s things? Yes it’s legit’ I typed back ‘Interested?

‘He really asleep? Still no manners, my fingers hovered the mouse over the big X

‘Yes when you arrive he will be asleep, though hopefully not after you have been here a while, if your any good’ I didn’t usually add that last bit, but this guys was irritating me, I mean here I am offering a horny guy for visitors to use and he was not showing what I considered to be the correct amount of ‘thanks’?.

‘How dark is it? Where will you be? Can I do anything to him?

‘Dark enough that you have to feel what your doing, you may see shadows but nothing else, I will be in the room watching, and yes bearing in mind he is only a top’  

‘How will I know it is the guy in the pictures and videos then?

‘Look don’t worry about it, if your not prepared to take my word for it, I cannot be bothered to keep typing’

‘No need to be like that, I will be back on later, speak again then’ the chat window closed, damm I wish I had been quicker, WANKER, the word screamed in my head, I took another gulp of wine, as another chat window opened.

‘Hi, I like the sound of the scenario, I live about 10 minutes away can I come round?

Well this was more like it, someone who knew what he wanted. We chatted for a few more minutes and I gave him the address, I went to the kitchen window to watch for him arriving, so I could get the door open with no noise. A few moments later I saw a guy hurrying along the road head down towards our flats, I went to the door and picked up the entry phone handset, I heard him walk up to the door.

‘It’s me’ he said

I pressed the unlock key and heard the door open, I replaced the handset and listened at the door we were on the third floor so it took a few moments before I heard the internal door open, it banged shut as I open our door, I nodded at the guy and gestured for him to go to the sitting room, standing aside to let him in, I gently close the door quietly; you’re probably wondering why, well although Tim hadn’t  complained about me inviting guys round, but I knew he didn’t enjoy being woken up and didn’t want him waking have a strop and me having to send the guy away, without anything happening. I went into the sitting room and invited the guy to have a seat, he was younger than I was expecting probably only eighteen or nineteen, he had one of those floppy hairstyles, brown hair flopping in front of his face, he looked like he had been crying.

‘You okay? I asked him, he nodded

‘I only want to suck him is that allowed? He said in a faltering voice.

‘Yeah if that’s what you want, you can always do more if you change your mind’

‘Can I go through now, I don’t have that long’ He added

‘Yeah get yourself stripped off and I will take you though’ he nodded and slowly stood, he finally took off his coat and a sparkly T shirt, then off came his shoes and socks, jeans and finally his white Calvin’s, he took hold of his cock and stretched it and rubbed his balls and nodded again. I offered him a bottle of poppers and he took a couple of deep sniffs as I lead him down to the bedroom. I pushed open the door, the radio was on, his eyes looked at me and I gestured everything was okay, I went into the room and turned off the radio; Tim always fell asleep listening to the radio. I led the guy to the side of the bed and got him to kneel down, it was really lucky we had brought a low bed otherwise everyone would have ended up with back ache, I thought to myself.

I pulled back the duvet uncovering Tim’s sleeping body, now you have to remember the room is dark, the only reason I can see is I am watching and filming using a night vision HD camcorder. I watched as the guy, put both his hands out in front of him, reaching forward until he made contact with Tim’s body, having found it, he then had to work out where he was and more importantly where Tim’s sleeping meat was. I watched his hand moving left and right, he found Tim’s trimmed pubes and moments later his fat soft cock. He picked it up with his left hand and leant forward his lips eventually gently touching Tim’s exposed Bellend, the guy kissed it again and then took it into his mouth, he swapped the shaft into his right hand as his left cupped Tim’s egg sized balls.

Tim’s cock began to swell as the guys mouth and tongue worked his bellend, I could see him forcing his tongue into Tim’s slit, and tracing round his thick corona ridge, he licked down the shaft to Tim’s balls, licking them both, I moved closer and held an open bottle of poppers under his nose, he breathed deeply, Tim’s bellend still in his mouth, he took three breathes in each nostril, I did my usual ‘poppers three second count’ in my head, as he renewed his assault on Tim’s meat with renewed vigour, the poppers rush turning him into a cock hungry slag. This youngster appeared to be really enjoying himself, he held Tim’s cock at the bottom of the shaft, holding it erect, as he kissed at his slit, I could see the thin strand form as he pulled back, Tim was rewarding his hard work with precum, the guys tongue renewed forcing it’s tip between his slit lips, lapping up his reward. I could see Tim was stirring, his rock hard cock now at its full seven inches; not huge, but well big enough to satisfy, the guy slowly started wanking his shaft as he ran his fingers over Tim’s clippered chest hair, I watched as he slowly slid along the carpet till his head was nearly level with Tim’s, he leaned across and his lips located Tim’s his tongue, pushed out, working its way into Tim’s mouth, as I thought Tim was now awake and horny, they began snogging passionately, the youngster having now let go of his cock both his hands caressing and exploring Tim’s fit man body. 

They snogged for a few more minutes, before the young guys kissed back down his chest, down his abs, past his belly button and down his Happy trail, Tim’s meat bobbed up to meet the guys mouth, he once again opened wide and took Tim’s dripping cock head into his mouth, Tim’s hands now resting on the guy’s head, pushing him deeper onto his cock, another stop for poppers, and once more I watched as the guys worshipped Tim’s throbbing meat, little flashes of tongue visible as I zoomed in on his mouth. I leaned in and whispered in his ear

‘Do you want to get on to the bed?

He stopped what he was doing and kissed the engorged bellend again, flicking his tongue across his slit once more, another stand of precum connected them, snapping as he pulled back, he then slowly got to his feet and walked to the bedroom door, I stopped filming and followed him, closing the bedroom door as I left. Back in the sitting room, he had a big tear rolling down his cheek.

‘Hey are you okay? I asked him as I put down the camera

‘Yes but I have to go, otherwise I would have got on to the bed, but I only came round as my boyfriend had cheated on me and I wanted to get back at him, your boyfriend is amazing and has a great cock, but I want to sort it out with my boyfriend before I go too far’

I stood open mouthed as he got dressed, wow, now that was a first, maybe I should update the profile, with suitable experience for marriage guidance counselling too. I said good bye to the guy and wished him luck.

Now what, I looked at my watch it was only 11pm, you guessed it, oh well, back to the computer and chat room. I had barely logged back into the main chat window, when the guy I had been speaking to earlier, sent another message.

‘Good you are still on, I thought I had been unlucky and that big sleeping cock was taken, I am a DJ I will be leaving work, uptown in an hour, can be at yours for one in the morning, is that okay?       

I watched the message flashing on the screen, one in the morning was late or early depending on which way you looked at it, BUT, it was only Saturday tomorrow, hmm what to do. With that a file arrived, it was a picture of a topless horny skinhead, nice body on him, only about 5’6”, but muscled,

‘Yeah okay, message me when your nearly here’ I pressed send, a thumbs up flashed on the screen, so that was why he was a bit brief in his messages, he was working, I poured myself another glass of wine, let’s see what’s on the box for a couple of hours. The PC Screen lit up again, about ten to one,

‘With you in ten minutes’

Once again I watched from the kitchen window and soon saw him scurrying along the road, I lifted the door intercom and unlocked the door as I heard him approached it, ten seconds later he was coming through our front door, he went through into the sitting room. I did my usual offered him a glass of wine, which he accepted; he was foreign, possibly east European, he introduced himself as Sigi, it quickly became obvious, he was buzzing on something, probably taken at his work, he finished his glass and stood up. I got him to undress and stood soaking in the view, he was short but well-muscled; with just a light dusting of body hair, his cock was already hard, probably around five or six inches; he was going to enjoy Tim’s, I got him to follow me down to the bedroom.

I pushed open the door, Tim had pulled the covers back on to himself but was still laying on his back, I took Sigi, over to the bed and kneeled him down, as I switched on the camera, I saw him pushing his hands under the cover, he then stopped and pushed the covers back off Tim, he was keen. He sniffed from the bottle of poppers I handed him, several times and having put them down, he reached for Tim’s cock, it looked as though it was still inflated somewhat, probably from its earlier visitor’s attention. Sigi leaned over him and took Tim’s fat bellend into his mouth, his other hands running all over Tim’s body, checking him out, as I filmed. I could hear Sigi moaning, sucking on Tim’s bellend pulling it stretching it, then stopping for more poppers, then when he returned to it, it had swollen some more, his technique was working, soon Tim was rock hard once more, Sigi, was swirling his tongue over and around Tim’s bellend, then down his velvety shaft, to his balls, he was working that cock his hand wanking it harder and harder, he glanced towards me and the camera, smiled and climbed on to the bed, flicking one leg over Tim so he was astride him.

He was keen, he lent forward and pushed his mouth to Tim’s, snogging him wildly, Tim now had gripped Sigi’s hips and was kissing him back equally passionately, Sigi was grinding his ass against Tim’s cock, all I could see was Tim’s balls and Sigi’s ass cheeks. Sigi rode his cock like that for a few minutes, only stopping to sniff more poppers, he raised his arse and gripped Tim’s shaft by his balls, he slapped the fat swollen bellend against his hole, the huge head looking like it would never fit his dark hole, which was now on view as he held his ass cheeks apart. I watched Tim reach for the lube on the bedside cabinet, he pumped some onto his hand and smeared it through his fingers, before reaching for his cock and coating his bellend and shaft, his meat glistened as he smeared more lube on Sigi’s hole, Sigi sniffed more poppers, I wasn’t sure he really needed them he was as high as a kite anyway.

Sigi, gripped Tim’s lubed cock and held it to his hole, pushing himself downwards as he did, he groaned as his arse gave way and Tim’s bellend pushed into him, more poppers, then he sat straight down, maybe taking his pain in one go, I had no idea but it was horny to watch. He then placed his palms flat on Tim’s chest and began to ride that cock, his hips becoming a blur as he rode Tim’s shaft, Sigi’s own cock was sticking out hard in front of him, rubbing itself backwards and forwards in Tim’s short clippered chest hair. Sigi, had obviously understood the scenario perfectly, he was using Tim’s hard cock for his pleasure.

He pulled himself off Tim’s cock and lay down beside Tim pulling him on top of him, Tim got between Sigi’s legs, Sigi put his feet up round Tim’s neck, groaning as Tim’s cock head pushed back into him only stopping when his balls banged against Sigi’s arse, Tim built up a hard fast and deep pace, ploughing Sigi’s hole with his cock, Sigi was moaning and groaning, taking the pounding his eyes tightly closed his face a picture of rapture. Sigi’s hands pulled Tim down across him, their mouths meeting again and tongues once more working out. Sigi moved his legs again wrapping them round Tim’s waist once more and again rolled Tim on to his back, Sigi back on top Tim’s cock still buried deep inside him, Sigi reached for the poppers and sniffed and sniffed, he was riding Tim’s cock faster and faster, Sigi’s cock again rubbing in Tim’s chest hair. Tim’s hands again gripped Sigi’s waist, pulling him harder on to his cock, Tim’s hips meeting Sigi’s downward movements with upward thrusts, I knew Tim wouldn’t be much longer, he began to grunt, fucking his hips upwards, Sigi’s eyes bulging as Tim reached new depths in his guts, I am sure Sigi, felt the change, felt Tim’s bellend swell even larger as it erupted deep inside him, Tim was bucking his hips against Sigi’s arse.

Sigi, shouted ‘fuck’ a little bit loud, I thought as his own cock spayed his load on to Tim’s chest and chin, Sigi sat impaled his head arched backwards for a few moments as he slowly came down from his climax, I watched him in the dark scoop up some of his cum which had landed on Tim’s chin and push it into Tim’s mouth, Tim’s tongue licking up the residue. Then Sigi, pulled off Tim once more and clambered off the bed, he seemed somewhat unsteady on his feet, as we left the room, closing the door behind us. I put down a towel for Sigi to sit on on the couch, he sat his face grinning widely.

‘Same time next week’ he said winking at me, I nodded, but would have to see who else answered the profile.

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Yesterday was a great day for me. In the past, several guys have played around with my asshole. Of course, I have been fucked by many big cocks, dildos and fingers. Most guys I meet seem more interested in me sucking them and them fucking my boyhole than in serious ass play though. I didn’t realize until yesterday how wonderful it is to be the object of a truly awesome fisting.

In the past, guys would finger me with three or four fingers; sometimes they would push it so that they were almost fisting me. I guess they didn’t really force it and maybe I wasn’t relaxed enough to really take it. I was in a rare, completely fun and relaxed mood yesterday when my new GOD arrived.

We had chatted online for a pretty short time. He explained that he was a dominant top and asked me what I was looking for. I replied, ‘I am your property. You own my holes and my only limits are that I don’t want to have any physical, financial or emotional damage.’ He told me I was a good boy and to give him the address. He instructed me to be naked and to have all of my toys out for him to play with. I jumped in the shower, cleaned my boyhole and got everything ready for this hot master.

I didn’t really expect all that much from this guy other than a seriously hot attitude. His profile said he was 5’10, in good shape and 32. When we had spoken he told me he had fucked pussy last night, which was a huge turn-on. He explained to me that he had three steady girlfriends and they all served him in various ways, including rimming him, eating his load and getting fucked up the ass. He told me he was a bit of a player.

When this guy arrived, I answered the door naked. He walked in and followed me to the bedroom. I got up on the bed and on my knees and that was the last time I really had any say in the matter. He cuffed me, and had me bend over facing the wall. The next fifteen or so minutes were filled with him playing with my balls. At first, it was very pleasant and even sweet. He lightly caressed my balls in a way that no has in years. This became more and more intense until he actually started squeezing and pinching my balls and ball sack. The pinching intensified to the point that I was letting out little squeals. Oddly enough, I don’t talk or make much noise during sex usually, so its pretty intense when a man causes me to vocalize. He started slapping my balls rather hard and unmercifully soon after. It was a strange combination of pain and pleasure and I loved it.

One thing I probably should tell you about was what a fuckin Godly stud this man was. He was 5’10, and probably 160 pounds of very tight, sexy muscle. It was a hot beautiful body but more significantly the man had an actor or a model’s face. You could tell he had a great smile which he hid from me like a good dom top. Every once in a while a dimple would escape and I would sigh with the pleasure that this God top was spending time with a whore like me.

The CBT continued for quite some time. I trusted this intense, scary super-hot man to no end and that made the scene all the more fuckin awesome. It was difficult to move around in the cuffs but my master didn’t seem to mind. I don’t think we had exchanged one word yet at this point. He moved me around so that my mouth was on his nipples. He had me lick them as he played with my little titties. He really knew how to touch a guy to make him feel good.

He pulled a sizeable cock out of his tight blue jeans and started jerking it a bit. He knew my mouth would rush down to start sucking, but he only let me lick the head, before he put his cock back in. It looked like a gorgeous tool and he knew I would work my ass off to get some more of it in my mouth.

After some more tittie playing and CBT, my master started playing around with various butt plugs, dildos and vibrators. They didn’t seem to interest him much but I guess he was trying to open my hole up for the grand prize.

He poured a generous amount of lube all over my ass. There was no concern to the fact that lube was dripping out all over me and my bed. I guess that’s a good thing cause I hear lots of lube is needed to really open up a hole, especially a real tight boyhole that has never taken a fist before.

This superhot stud gave me my poppers and started some serious fingering of my hole. Even his few fingers had a new, sexier sensation than most guys. This was primarily cause he was so damn hot, but the fact that he knew his way around a boyhole helped. He seemed to take pride in giving my hole the exact kind of pleasure it hungrily was seeking.

The fingering got more and more intense as I continued feeding on the delicious poppers. He was really spreading my ass apart and starting to really grove his fingers in there. I was in heaven. I pushed my ass out and hoped for him to probe in even deeper. He took my body and made it his own. His fingers and hand started to go into my ass in places I never knew existed. He was filling up my hole like no one else had before.

At some point we crossed over from fingering to fisting, and I really can’t describe it other than it was the first time I really felt like the center of attention in a sex scene. I felt like my master was there to give ME pleasure. All he seemed concerned with was making me the object of his entire affection and attention. It was a place of extreme bliss for me.

The grooving action of his fist in my hole was amazing. I didn’t even realize it but cum was dripping out of my little boy cock. I was on another planet. This proceeded for the next 20 minutes or so until he slowly removed his hand from my stretched out hole.

He re-cuffed me to the window frame and told me he was gonna whip my ass and shoot all over me. He took out some kind of a whip (I wasn’t looking) and proceeded to beat my ass. I was screaming in pain and kinda loving it. He told me he wouldn’t stop till I cried. For whatever reason, I had a hard time accessing those emotions. I could scream but I couldn’t cry. I wished I could, but maybe I didn’t really want him to stop. Eventually my screams gave way to a sorta cry, which was really more like a wail. He started shooting a vast, amazing load all over my head, face, and back. It actually seemed like he was gonna cum forever. I was completely wet by the time he was done.

We had a nice, civil conversation for a few minutes in which we discovered I was a jew and he was German. There was an awkward pause when we talked about that, cause we obviously were both intrigued by playing out some weird German-Jew fantasy. Ick, but yum!

Anyway, he left me soon after and told me I would see him again. Later in the afternoon, when my butt was all black and blue and totally sore, I could only hope he would return real soon to do it to me again.