Author: admin

  • Cowboy Bryan

    I had met Bryan some years ago through a mutual friend. He was this sweet good natured country boy who dressed in jeans and cowboy boots and hats for the many years i have known him. When we first met he was a little overweight but he still has that handsome face. At the time i didn’t think much of him save for him being my friend, and we were both with our respective partners at the time as well.

    Then I moved away with my partner for work to a new state. Several years passed and my only contact with Bryan was through internet or the occasional phone call.

    Well about a year or so ago. He broke up with his boyfriend at the time, Chris. He called me a lot to talk because he was so hurt that Chris dumped him. And as the typical gay ‘jerk’ it was for someone hotter and younger. So I spent many a nights on the phone with him. helping him get through the breakup. It didn’t bode well with my boyfriend at the time either.

    “You spend too much time talkin to Bryan” he would say. “He needs a friend now” I would argue back.

    And so it went like that for over a year. Bryan eventually got over the bad relationship with his ex and moved on. He lost a bunch of weight. I would see his pics an note he was getting real handsome. not that he wasn’t but he always had that weight issue. He started to date again too.

    Meanwhile my relationship began to get on the rocks at that time. We would fight and fight all the time. And eventually we broke up too. I moved out and got a small apartment in the area. But I really just wanted out of town. So I started to look at jobs back where I used to live in the same state as my friend Bryan. At least I had a friend there i could chat to.

    Bryan was more than glad to have me stay at his place for a bit until I got situated too. So when I found a job, I packed my shit and moved back. When I drove into town I got to Bryan’s place and he greated me at the door. Damn he was hot i thought to myself. The weight loss had done wonders for him. He wore his typical jeans and boots, with his cowboy hat. Only thing is the jeans were a tad tight on his bod. And i could see a log trailing down his leg on the left side.

    “Wow” i said. “You look great” “Thanks” he replied. ” I figured i could get in shape after my break up” “And you probably have the guys all banging down your door” i exclaimed.

    He laughed at the comment. We hung out for the rest of the day until he said he had to get ready for his date. I had totally forgotten he was dating again. Lucky bastards, I thought to my self. He offered for me to go out with him. But I declined

    “Oh gosh no” i said “You go and have a great time mister”

    With that he hugged me and said it was glad to have me back in town. Then he headed out. I had to say i was super jealous that someone else was dating Bryan. i would love to have him all my own at that moment. I had dozed off on the couch when he came home. He woke me from the noise he was making. I opened my eyes to see that Bryan was a bit tipsy as he was swaying through his place. He saw me and pointed to me. Then he came over and sat next to me.

    “Hey sweetie” he said in a slurred tone. “You Ok?” I asked “Yeah” He returned. “Errr . no” He then said “That fucker stood me up” He continued.

    I mentioned the guys name he was going out with and he cut me off..

    “Yeah… fucker”. He shouted. “And i was gonna fuck his brains out tonight”

    With that he groped his big crotch. I could see his large meat pressing against the material of his tight jeans. I reached for his handsome face and caressed his cheek. I tried to ignore his last comment and wanted to make him feel better about what had happened.

    “It’s not you Bryan” I said “Some people just don’t realize when they have a great guy in front of them is all” He looked at me and smiled. “You have always been my friend man” he answered “Always when I needed someone. You were there for me” I nodded and replied. “Of course Bryan. And you have always been there for me too”

    I moved in and kissed Bryan. Our tongues touched and we made out. I had been wanting to kiss his handsome face for quite some time now. And here I was with my hot friend. I reached down and groped for his cock. It was pressed tightly against the straining jeans. I rubbed at the large encased cock for almost a minute.

    Then I pulled from him and started to undo his shirt. I opened it to see the blonde furry chest come into view. My eyes opened wide and I buried my face into his opened shirt. I licked his chest, my tongue dripping spit onto the hairy torso. I reached nipple and licked at it.

    Bryan moaned. “Yeah man, thats it. Suck my tit man.”

    And i did. I worshipped his nipple for several moments before i wanted to go elsewhere. i rubbed at the growing bulge in his jeans. I moved down from his nipple to his hairy gut. I opened his shirt some more to get better access to him. Then he just finished taking it off. His body was so damned hot now. I gazed at the nice pecs and trim belly from his workouts. I got on my knees between his legs and started to undo his jeans. The lump in them was getting mighty big. I had trouble undoing the button for the pressure his cock was putting on the jeans. But I finally got them opened and I was yanking them down quickly to get at the prize below. He had to help as he lifted his ass so I could pull the jeans down.

    When I got them down, I saw the tent that his cock was making on his boxers. I reached for the cock creating it and felt the large thing under them.

    “Damn Bryan” I exclaimed “This thing looks huge. I had no idea you were so hung” “It’s cuz you never looked until now” He replied. “Now get on that dick bitch” he growled.

    I pulled on the cock through the shorts and wrapped my lips around the tip. Bryan jerk at the sudden touch on the sensitive head. His big dick was thrust into my mouth. The fat slab was crammed into my mouth. His cock head slammed into the back of my throat and his balls mashed up against my face. I had to push away his cock because it was so damned big. He looked down at me and said.

    “What, don’t you like my cock?” “Ohhh yes” I replied. “But It’s so fucking big Bryan” He looked down at his cock and answered. “Nah. Its not so big” Then thrust it back down into my throat. I gagged as his huge cock had already started to get much bigger.

    “Gglluurrbb” was the sounds that came from my mouth. And I tried to push his cock back out. But Bryan held his dick there in my throat. I wasn’t getting much air and thought if he kept this up I would pass out from lack of Oxygen.

    “Aaweee man” He moaned.

    Then he released me from his hold. I coughed up his huge cock. I gasped for air as he left my mouth. Taking in a deep breath, I looked up at him. His handsome face looked back down at me.

    “Damn, I need this” he said. “Suck my cock man. Suck this fucker down that sweet throat”

    I Looked at his huge dick. it was hanging there between his thighs a good 8 plus inches from his crotch. And was thick as my wrist. Lust then took over as I was drawn to his monster dick like a moth to a flame. I grabbed it and swallowed it back down into my face.

    “Aaweeee yeesss’ he groaned “Soooo good”

    It was too big to get the whole thing in my mouth now. So i swallowed only about 7 or so inches into my throat. The fat head made it difficult to get even that because it took up soo much space in my mouth. His hands reached for my head and Bryan started to gently thrust his cock into my face.

    Back and forth, back and forth. His balls dance below his heavy cock. I reached for them and kneaded them in my hands. They were a good size and felt full of cum. I slobbered on his cock for several minutes before i released it and went to slobbering up those balls of his. First one, then the other in my mouth. Bryan moaned with pleasure as I chewed on his baby makers.

    “Eat my nuts babe. Go on man. There are several weeks of cum waiting to get outta there.”

    I pondered the thought of how much several weeks of his cum might be. Then I released them and went back to his huge cock. The stone structure hovered there before my like a monolith. I wrapped my hand around his girth and took his fat head back into my hungry mouth. it seemed to be even bigger.

    “Damn Bry..” I said. ‘How big is this fucker. It’s so huge” “Don’t know” he said. “I never thought I was that big” “Hell yeah, this thing is gigantic” I exclaimed. “You have never measured your cock before man” I asked. “No. Not really” he answered.

    Well, I had to know. So I mentioned to him that we should measure it. I got up and ran to the junk drawer in the kitchen where there was a measuring tape. I rushed back to see him sitting down stroking his mammoth dick. I open the tape to about a foot and pressed it to the base at his balls and pressed it to the huge shaft. There it was before me. His cock was just a smidge under 9 inches and fat as can be.

    “Holy Crap” I exclaimed “This thing is huge man”

    This made me only the more hungry for his huge cock. I tossed the measuring tape aside and went down on his monster again. I opened wide. I was determined to try and get all his cock into my throat. Again i reached about 7 inches before there was resistance at the back of my throat. I pulled up off his cock and took another breath.

    “Damn” I said “Gonna choke on this huge fucker”

    Then I tried to take him down yet again. Inch by thick inch pushing down into my face. After several attempts I had all his cock back down into my throat. His balls were pressed up against my chin. Then i released his monster cock from my throat again. The loud slurping sounds filled the room as my spit clung to his cock.

    Then Bryan said “Turn around. I wanna get at that ass man”

    I did as he asked and turned. By now i too had my clothes off and got on all fours on the floor before him. Bryan crawled up behind me and patted my ass.

    “This is a real nice butt you got babe”

    I felt his hands roaming over my backside, then closer towards my hole. I felt his fingers rub at my hole. Then he put several digits into his mouth and spit on them. Then he brought them back to my ass and shoved two fingers up into me.

    “Ughhn” I moaned as I felt his fingers slide up into my hole. “This is gonna be a nice ass to fuck” He said.

    I was there on hands and knees with Bryans fingers crammed up my ass and pondered the possibility of trying to take his huge cock up in my ass. Both fear and excitement came over me. I waited as Bryan continued to shove his fingers into me. My ass was loving his digits digging in there. He was sending awesome sensations through me. In moments I was really begging for him to fuck the crap outta me with his huge dick. But he continued to shove those fingers in and out of me.

    “Gotta get this ass ready for my cock ” He said. “Just fuck me baby” I cried “I need that fat dick up in there badly.” “I Just don’t want to hurt ya” He replied.

    I really wanted his cock so much now. I was ready to take it no matter how much it hurt. So I cried out again for him to fuck me with his cock. “Just do it.” I hollered

    Bryan pulled his fingers from my ass and then crawled up behind me close. I looked back at his hairy body and reached for him. My hand glided across his chest and over his nipples. He thrust his hips when I did this. The blunt fat head of his cock hit my hole. Then when he felt my ass he thrust harder and the fat head of his cock pried open my ass hole and his cock pushed inside. There was instantly a ripping pain from the sheer size of his massive cock.

    “Fuckk me!” I howled “I plan to” He responded and pushed down deeper. “Aaeii fucckk”I continued.

    That damned thing was so fat and large that i could feel ever inch, every vein along the thick shaft as he dug his killer cock into me. I reached back behind me and pushed at him to ease up. But he had already started and grabbed for my side and pulled me to him. He pulled up then slammed back down hard. It was at least two thirds of his huge cock that was in me now. And all I could do was lie there and take him. That massive ass ripper was literally tearing me a new one.

    I had to grab one of the pillows from the sofa and bite into it to try a fight the pain. I winced and screamed into the pillow as Bryan pushed deeper still into my ass. After several excruciating minutes of this he had slammed all his 9 inch weapon into me. I felt his balls mashed into my own. The screams continued into the pillow as Bryan raped my poor ass. There was no mercy from him either. Thrust after hard crushing thrust he ripped at my backside. I screamed again and again as his conquering cock slaughtered my prostate. He was loving the feeling as his massive club plowed into me. The fat shaft digging its way into the inner most part of my bowels. He sped up as Bryan’s need to seed took over him.

    “God damn” he howled “I love your ass so much babe. I could fuck you for days”

    I contemplated his cock banging into me for days on end. The thought of what would remain of my poor ass after days of getting royally fucked by this dick. I would just be a sloppy destroyed mess. But I still wanted his massive cock. I couldn’t help myself. I pushed back against his killer cock.

    “Fuckk!!! I howled as I did.

    The pain was still quite intense. Even after sevral minutes of taking his monster cock. And Bryan just kept stabbing it into me harder and harder. I thought that i would indeed become as sloppy hole after he fucked me. My ass felt like the walls were gonna tear at any moment. His cock seemed to be getting bigger and bigger as he thrust into me again and again.

    I could feel Bryan as he inched closer to an inevitable orgasm. He started to pant and his thrusts were starting to get ragged. I wanted this to end but then again I didn’t. To have my handsome stud in me was all I wanted. To feel every huge inch of his cock. I wanted that too. So I endured all that he was giving me. Every painful thrust as he pounded away at my ass. Then after what seemed forever in that position. Bryan hauled out his massive trunk from my swollen ass.

    He then pushed me to the floor on my back. Holding up my legs at the ankles. Then he pressed his fat cock to my ass again. Then ‘Bamm’, in he went again.

    “Fuckk mee!.” I howled out again.

    Bryan bent over and came in closer to me. He thrust all that angry cock deep into my ass again. The fat cock head slammed back against my destroyed prostate. My body shook from the electricity that shot through me each time that head bashed into my button. We kissed passionately. He kept slamming harder and harder into me. Then my body shook violently as he thrust so hard that I came. My body tensed up and my ass clenched down hard on his stone hard dick. I screamed as my body rocked to my orgasm.

    “Fuckk mee!!!” “it fuckking hurts mannn. Oh fucking shiitt!”

    Bryan also shouted as my ass tried to crush his cock while he was embedded deep inside my guts. “Damn baby, your ass is tryin to break my dick”

    But that clamping down hard had set off an eminent eruption from Bryan. His huge cock expanded in my bowels to about as big as possible. My insides felt like I might pop from his dick expanding. Then he slammed down with all his might and plowed into me so deep. It felt like his monster cock was digging itself up into my stomach.

    “Shhiiiittt!!!” He howled “Here’s it cums baby. Take my goo in your ass”

    His head bloated out as he tore into what was left of my prostate and exploded. A geyser of Bryan’s cum blast up into my ass. It was alot of cum too. It just kept going and going. I thought that if he kept blowing like this, I would be drowned from the inside. Bryan just kept slamming his monster cock into me even as it exploded. I couldn’t escape from his eruption as he was on me and was holding hard as his continued to stab at my guts with that killer cock.

    The pain was still there too as Bryan’s explosion started to pour from my ass like a river. then after what seemed forever. Bryan slowed and then stopped. He looked down at me as the pain in my face started to fade. He then kissed me again.

    His cock stayed embedded in my ass until he softened. Then it just slipped out. I could feel as his cum started to flow from my ass.

    “Oohhh God” I groaned “That was so fucking awesome baby” Bryan said He again kissed me.

    The pain was finally gone. But I just know that If i were to look at my ass that it would be swollen and or wrecked from his assault on it.

    “I love you Bryan” I said. “Always have” “Me too” He responded and kissed me again.


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  • The Assistant

    I was thinking with my dick when I hired Billy. I didn’t need a personal assistant, but work made me get one. I only went into the office two days a week for meetings, so I figured I’d hire some warm body getting ready to retire and be done with it. When I asked my boss what my assistant would be doing when I wasn’t in office, he looked at me dumbfounded.

    “He’ll be working out of your home too.” He had answered as if it was obvious. I cursed silently. When I was home I wore just a robe. I only put on a shirt and tie when I had to do a video conference, and even then I was naked from the waist down. You saved time on doing laundry if you didn’t have any to do.

    I chiseled out a day to do interviews in the office. Every applicant made me sick. I wanted a warm body who would field a few phone calls, make a decent cup of coffee and stay out of my way. The people I got were young go getters that wanted to hop skip and jump up the corporate ladder.

    Billy was the last person I interviewed. His boyish baby face and gaunt body caused my cock to twitch. He was fresh out of technical school, with just fast food experience on his resume. There was something about him though. Maybe it was his shaggy blond hair or naive blue eyes, but I decided before I even asked him a question that he had the job.

    He was a nervous wreck during the interview. His clothes were too big, his voice cracked and he couldn’t meet my eyes when he spoke to me. The boy needed guidance, guidance that I was all too willing to give. I even tested him by sending to fetch me a bottled water during the interview. He didn’t question me about it. He just did it.

    “You’re hired.” I surprised him when he returned. “I’ll have HR contact you about your paperwork, and here,” I scribbled my address on a slip of paper, “this is my address. This is where we’re going to be working most of the time.” He took the paper with shaky hands. “Come by after you get your paperwork done tomorrow.”

    “I don’t know what to say.” He stared down at the paper in disbelief. “Thank you so much for this opportunity, sir.” I chubbed a little when he called me sir. “I promise I won’t let you down.” I thought I saw his eyes watering. Even if he did fail or make a mistake, I was going to enjoy pushing and punishing him.

    HR called about midmorning the next day to tell me Billy was on his way. I grumbled about having to put clothes on, but I couldn’t be too aggressive at first. Boys like him are skittish. You have to lure them in with a bit of sugar. Then once you have them eating out of your hand, it wouldn’t be long before they were eating your dick.

    I pulled on one of my white form fitted tees. The shirt was so tight, it was practically see through. Every bulging muscle could be seen and my nipples punctuated the shirt obscenely. That with my snug khaki shorts were the perfect enticement. I was proven right when I opened the door for him half an hour later.

    Billy stood there, slack jawed and eyes wide. His clothes we too big for him again. He looked like some kid dressing up in his daddy’s clothes. It was almost cute. “Billy, you made it.” I smiled as friendly as possible at him. “Come on in. I got you a key made so you can let yourself in from now on.” It took him a moment to shake off the lust before he stepped in.

    “Your house is so nice.” Billy said stepping in and marveling at my humble home. I took pride in my home. I had worked long and hard to be able to afford a place like this and had it decorated in overstuffed chairs and tiled floors. “Do I need to take my shoes off or anything?” It was obvious he wasn’t used to such niceness.

    “No, not at all, unless you want to.” I shut the door and looked at my future fuck toy. “We will have to talk about the way you dress here.” I heard him gulp audibly when I stepped closer to him. I smiled when I saw him shudder in anticipation when I reached up and loosened his tie. “We’re not so formal here. You can wear anything or nothing at all. Just keep two white dress shirts and a red tie here for video conferences.”

    “Really?” I saw his eyes roll back in his head when my fingers brushed over his cheeks. I had him hooked, I just had to reel him in slowly. “That’s a relief, I really only have a couple of dress shirts and slacks.” I unbuttoned his top button, then one more for good measure. His voice cracked nervously. “I promise I won’t abuse the privilege.”

    I patted his face amused. He would be begging me for the privilege to be used soon enough. The best part was the company was going to be paying him for it. “The nights you work late I’d prefer you stay in my spare bedroom.” I put my arm over his shoulder and guided him further into the house. It was then I realized he was half my height. He was fun sized. “So if you’ll let your girlfriend or boyfriend know so there’s no problems.”

    “I’m single.” He choked out. He was rigid against my body. I would have to ease him in. I did notice he did not clarify his sexuality. Of course by the way he was eye fucking me, I knew loved to swing from a dick. “I just graduated college and I’m still living at home with my parents.”

    “I had to do the same thing.” I lied when I heard the embarrassment in his voice. He relaxed and I knew I had him hook, line and sinker. I kept my arm around him as I showed him the house, my bedroom included. I had to get him comfortable with me and my home before I made any big moves.

    It was going to take time, but I was willing to wait. My balls would turn blue, but good things come to those who wait. The covert glance I gave his cute little tush told me that was a good thing. I just had to control myself and follow my plan. It wouldn’t be long before he’d be smiling around a mouth full of my cock.

    Of course I put him to work, answering phones, filing, running errands and some light housework. In the office the secretaries adored him, taking him under their wing. They knew I didn’t want a secretary so having him doing odd chores and errands didn’t phase them. They figured I was just keeping him busy so I wouldn’t fire him.

    When we were at my place, Billy let himself in, often catching me in just my robe. That was always planned. During the day, I would casually put my hand on the small of his back, eventually moving to the friendly pat on the butt. The first time I did it, he tried to hide the smile, but I saw it.

    Once I knew he was comfortable with the touching, I decided to move forward. I had noticed his underwear peeking out of his pants several times. They were some bargain brand boxer briefs that didn’t flatter his ass. I was going to remake him in the image I wanted. The first thing to change was his underwear.

    He was bending over one day looking into a box or something when I put that plan into motion. I called him over. “Billy, come here.” He stopped what he was doing and obeyed. I had subtlety trained him. He stood in front of me waiting for my next command. I grabbed him by the waist and turned him around.

    Billy didn’t say anything when I pulled the back of his loose pants, or when my middle finger slipped between his cheeks. I looked down the back of his pants at his deliciously smooth ass. “We need to get you some new underwear.” I reluctantly let go of his pants and spun him around again. “I can’t stand seeing these peeking out your pants. What size do you wear? Small?”

    He flushed red with embarrassment. I gave him a friendly reassuring smile. “I’ll order some that I think will suit you better.” I pulled him into a friendly hug. I loved the feel of his body against mine. “It’s my treat.” I had to get one more feel of his plump little butt before I let him go. “Consider it a thank you for all your hard work.”

    I already had the underwear I wanted him to wear tucked away in my closet. Everything was lining up perfectly. The next day I told Billy I needed him to work late on Friday. This was the first time I had him working late. There was an extra pep in his step that Friday and my cock kept twitching every time I saw him.

    We ordered out for dinner and finished the fake work I told him we had. It was time to reel him in. “Guess what, Billy?” We were sitting on the couch and I put my arm over his shoulders and pulled him close. “Those underwear I ordered for you came in yesterday. I forgot to tell you. Why don’t you model them for me after we shower and we can decide which is best?”

    The way he bit his lower lip was adorable. “I don’t know.” He eked out. “I’m a little shy about my body.” He cast his eyes downward. “I’m scrawny. I’m not built like you.” I was picturing him in the shower with me, and then wiggling his cute bottom at me in his sexy new underwear. I lifted his head so he I could look him in the eyes. That was all it took to convince him. “Okay.” Came his sheepish response.

    I gave his shoulder an encouraging squeeze. “It’s just us guys here, no judgement.” His lips curled up in a small smile. I knew he’d do it. If I asked, he did it. I had condition him to enjoy pleasing me. “Go on.” I could see the nervousness in his stance so I gave him a playful swat. “There’s an extra robe in the bathroom. Just put that on and then we’ll go through the underwear.”

    We headed to shower, separately, unfortunately. Neither of us would have minded joining each other in the shower, but I had worked hard on this sexual meal to accidently scare him away. I was going to enjoy the garnish and all the trimmings. I wanted to enjoy the presentation and savor the flavor.

    I showered quickly, wanting to be there waiting when Billy came out. I wrapped my robe around my naked body. I wanted him to see my broad hairy chest peeking through and wonder what laid underneath and then be pleasantly surprised when he found out. I grabbed the packages of underwear and went to eagerly wait for my delectable morsel.

    I had to control myself when he came in wearing the robe I picked out for him. The robe was a black silk kimono robe that stopped mid-thigh and popped against his smooth white skin. I let out a low whistle and he actually blushed. “What should I try on first?” I knew my grin was salacious.

    I handed him a package of boxer briefs. I decided to go tame to sexy. That way I got a taste for everything. He came out a few minutes later clutching the robe around him. “I don’t…” The look I gave him cut him off. “Okay.” He undid the robe, letting it fall open revealing my prize. He crossed his left arm across his body to rub at the right arm. He was trying to hide his body.

    When he saw the look I gave him, he dropped his arm and came to me: I pushed the robe off his shoulders. It fell down around him, revealing his smooth creamy white skin. His body shook with shame and embarrassment of his body. “These look good on you.” I put my hands on his waist and spun him around.

    I was glad I had started with the tame first. I wouldn’t have been able to control myself had I not. Billy filled those trunks to the brim. What he lacked in height he obviously made up in cock and ass. The temptation to take him was almost uncontrollable. “These, these are keepers.” I patted his bottom and handed him the thong.

    “Humor me.” I said when he looked at the package then back at me. “Would I steer you wrong?” The only place I wanted to steer him to was to my dick. He shrugged then went back to change. I grabbed his robe he had left on the floor and used it to cover my growing excitement. Damn, that boy got my loins stirring.

    He came back out, a little more confident, but still nervous. From what I could see, he had nothing to be nervous about. The purple triangular pouch was brimming with man meat. When he stepped closer I made a swirling motion with my finger. He paused, biting his lower lip before commenting as he turned, “I don’t know about these.”

    I pushed down on my fully erect cock, trying to hide the tent from Billy. “I like how the front fits.” He turned again, hiding those glorious creamy melons from me. “The back leaves something to be desired.” He stepped between my legs. “What do you think? I mean, I could get used to having something up my butt.”

    I hated to be the one to tell him he was, very soon in fact. I reached up, running my finger along the waist band. He turned without being told. There they were. Two perfectly tasty mounds with a strip of purple between them. “I think you should get used to something up your butt.” I couldn’t resist, I ran my hands over his smooth cheeks. “You don’t want to limit yourself.”

    I saw his cheeks, the ones on his face, were flushed when I sent him back to try on the next pair, a black G-string. This time he came out a little more confident in himself, spinning around this time without being told. How I wanted to pull that string aside and dive right, but I had one more appetizer before my meal and dessert.

    He walked right in, not turning as before. The red jock he wore looked like it was just big enough to contain his manhood. He stopped between my legs, as before, a little uneasy. “Aren’t these for working out and stuff?” I ignored his question, turning him to see glorious prize. “I mean do guys wear these as underwear?”

    “They do.” I turned him, bringing him closer to me, my face just a hair’s breadth from his slender body. “If you prefer to have something up your butt,” I grabbed the straps and slid them between his cheeks, “that can be arranged.” I rubbed my face “accidentally” across his skin, the day’s stubble scratching his skin. “You like things up there, don’t you, Billy?”

    He didn’t answer. He didn’t need too. I knew the answer. I let go of the straps, leaving them tucked between his cheeks. My hand moved in appreciative circles over his exposed skin. “You know there are some hidden benefits of being my assistant.” I pulled his robe off my lap while guiding him to sit on my knee.

    His eyes were a menagerie of conflicting emotions. There were filled with fear and hope. Of what I was about to do and fear that I wouldn’t. His body vibrated with anticipation. I ran a soothing hand down his spine. I watched his eyes roll back in his head. I knew he wanted it, but I needed to hear him say it, needed him to admit it openly.

    I knew he could feel me under him. All that separated his boy butt from my thick hard seven inches is my white terry cloth robe. “Do you like things up your butt?” I ran my stubble chin over his soft skin. He nodded yes. “Do you want to enjoy the fringe benefits of being my assistant?” My mouth was near his ear, my lips brushing his lobes. He nodded again. “Say it.” I command in a soft whisper. “Say it and you can have it.”

    He needed that little nudge. He looked at me, his resolve melting away. “I like things up my butt.” He finally said. He relaxed when he saw the wolfish grin on my face. “I like things up my butt, and I want to enjoy the fringe benefits.” A bashful smile crept across his face. “I was hoping for some fringe benefits ever since you hired me.”

    “Oh, I know.” I ran my hand over the pouch of his jock, feeling if full of his excitement. “I think it’s time we both started enjoying those fringe benefits.” I took his earlobe between my teeth, nibbling on it gently. “I hope you like the new underwear, it’s your new work uniform when you’re here.” I nuzzled his neck, letting my whiskers brush against him. “You’re also going to be working late a lot from now on.”

    “I’ll put in all the overtime that is needed, Mr. Johnson.” He moaned in my arms. “I want to do the best job I can for your, Mr. Johnson.” My cock pulsed every time he moaned my name. He turned in my lap, our lips brushing each other. “Mr. Johnson, I think I’m ready to take on bigger responsibilities.”

    I let out a throaty growl before crushing my mouth against his. He straddled my lap, the cloth of my robe falling from my legs. My cock pressed up against his taint. The whimper of need he let out fueled my desire. He rocked back and forth on my lap, my hand guiding him along the length of my cock.

    I kept one hand on his ass, the other reaching up into is shaggy blond hair. I took a fist full of his hair and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. I sucked on the sweet tender skin, feeling the vibration of his throat as he moaned in pleasure. I moved down his body, leaving his skin raw and rough with whisker burn.

    I took his nipple between my teeth, eliciting a gasp from the pleasurable pain I gave him. I pulled the straps of his jock from between his cheeks and replaced them with my finger. I petted his eager hole. Billy’s hole was warm against my finger and wet to my touch. If I pressed just a little, I knew I could slip my finger in.

    Billy pulled at my robes, eager to get me naked. Every time he moaned my name, I got even more excited, taking it out on his supple body. My cock cried out for attention. It was so close to its goal, sliding under Billy, leaving a wet trail of slick along his taint. I needed to be in him, needed to have him impaled on my cock.

    I rolled him over onto the couch, leaving him lying on his back. I stood, My robe fell open, framing my muscled hard body and thick veiny cock. I tossed my robe to the side, leaving me naked and ready. Billy ran his tongue along his lips. My cock was going to look so good sliding between his lips.

    I sat back down on the couch, with one leg on the floor the other along the back of the sofa. I took my cock in one hand, waving it at Billy. “Come and get it, boy.” Came my deep and rumbly command. “Time for you to put in some overtime.” Billy turned over, and crawled towards my dripping cock. “There’s a special project here that needs your attention.”

    He smiled at my play on words. Before he could take my cock in his mouth I grabbed him by his hair, held him still above my cock. I began rubbing the tip over his lips, over and over till they were coated with my sticky goodness. He did not try to go any further than I allowed like the good little worker he was.

    When I released him, I felt his warm mouth surround my cock head. He nursed the tip, his tongue circling my thick head. He looked up at me, my cock between his lips. He was asking for reassurance. I smiled and stroked his head. “You’re doing good. Now take some more.” I gently pressed down on his head.

    I let him set his own pace, trying to gauge his experience. “That’s it,” I used my most soothing voice, “take me down that sexy throat.” I felt the press against the back of his throat, trying to get me past that infamous gag reflex. He coughed and sputtered around my cock and pulled back before trying to take me back down. “Take what you can, baby boy. You’ll get there in time.”

    He ran his tongue along the underside of my cock as he worked what he could. His pert white bottom was arched up, looking scrumptious. I wanted to be buried balls deep in that ass, but the feel of his lips around my cock was just too good. I let him work me, stretching his lips around my cock. After a while I knew his jaw was aching by now, but like the perfect assistant he was, he wasn’t going to stop till the job was done.

    I moved up, pulling my cock from his hungry mouth. He looked up at me waiting for his next order, his mouth wet with saliva and precum. What I said came out an unintelligible snarl as I flipped him onto his back and held his legs up, pushing them forward to reveal that perfect pucker.

    I held his ankles with one hand, stroked my cock with the other. I leaned down, spat on his quivering hole. “Fuck me, please, Mr. Johnson.” I looked at his face to see he was deep in the throes of lust. I moved my hand from my cock to his hole, pressing my thumb against him. “Please.” Billy begged again.

    I wasn’t going to deny him, or rather, deny myself. There was something I had to do first, something I had been longing to do. “You’ll get that perk when I’m ready to give it to you, boy.” I spat on his hole again, heard him moan as I pressed the spit into him. “Right now, there are other things on the agenda.”

    I buried my face into the sweet skin between his cheeks. I felt Billy, pounding the couch, clawing at it, as he moaned from the feel of my scruff along his smooth skin and the press of my tongue into his sweet peaches. He tasted of innocence and virginity. I made sure to savor the taste, because he wouldn’t be tasting like that ever again after tonight

    My tongue swirled along his hole, pressing into him. He relaxed, letting my tongue go deeper into him. He was almost ready for me. I tugged at his jock slipping it up and off him between dives into him. A hard eight inches flopped against his chest, the head an angry red. His hairless balls where almost as big as mine. It was true that good things did come in little packages.

    I decided to give him a special treat. I pulled back from his ass, placed both legs on my shoulders then bent down to suck on his balls, gently batting them back and forth with my tongue. I looked up to see Billy’s lips trembling, garbled sounds of pleasure escaping him while I tongued his balls.

    I then licked my way up to the top of his cock, then back down, his cock twitching with every pass of my tongue. “Mr. Johnson.” Came Billy’s weak cry. Before he could say more, I swallowed him down, all the way to the base, with one swift push. I was buried in his blond pubes, looking up at him, his head thrashing back and forth from the sheer enjoyment of it.

    I worked a hand under Billy, finding his sloppy wet hole. I pressed into him, beginning to finger fuck him as I fucked my throat with his dick. I could tell Billy was about to blow, his balls were drawing up and his cock began to swell. I couldn’t have him popping off so soon. I still needed to get my nut.

    I made a mental note to teach him stamina. I pulled off his dick, but left my finger in his ass. “You want to feel me in you, Billy boy?” I teased. He could not speak so he pleaded with his eyes. “Come here boy.” I pulled my fingers from him and sat up. I spat in my hand then rubbed it over my dick. “Time for that best perk.”

    “I’ve never been fucked before.” He got up, moving to straddle me. “Shouldn’t we use lube?” I answered him by spitting in my hand and rubbing it along his hole. He smiled a hesitant smile before lowering himself down onto me. “It’s so big.” He winced, feeling my cock head press against him.

    “Breath deep and relax.” I ran my hands over his sides, trying to soothe him. “You can do it, Billy. I know you can. That’s why I hired you.” He looked me in the eyes. “Yeah, baby. I hired you so I could fuck that sweet pretty little ass all I wanted.” He took a deep breath then exhaled as he pushed the head of my dick into him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

    Billy bit his lower lip. I held him steady, letting him get used to the stretch and letting the pain subside. He opened his eyes, determination in them. He moved his way down, taking me in a little at a time before he would have to rest. “You’re doing good, baby.” I encouraged, leaning into kiss his chest.

    It took him a little while to get all of me in him, but he did. He was out of breath. My dick was buried deep in him. He rested on my balls, breathing slow deep breaths. “That’s why I hired you.” I kissed his chest. “Because you were going to get the job done no matter how hard it was going to be.” I ran my hands up and down his back, scraping my nails along his skin. “Whenever you’re ready.”

    I could have stayed buried in him like that all night, but Billy took several deep breaths then began fucking himself on my dick. He had a look of determination on his face. I kept one hand on the small of his back, the other I grabbed his dick, jacking him in time with his thrusts. Billy grabbed my shoulders for support, slamming himself hard onto me.

    Billy’s cock began to throb. My balls began to churn. Billy’s head rolled then he shouted as his load shot out, coating my hand and chest. His ass squeezed my dick. I couldn’t hold back. I took hold of his hips with both hands, held him still and pounded up into him before letting out my own cry of relief as cock cannon blasted into him.

    I fell back against the couch, my dick still wedged in Billy’s creamed hole. I smiled at him, pulled him down for a kiss. “Damn, you got one sweet ass, Billy.” I traced up his spine with a finger. He tried to move off me, but I held him. “Where do you think you’re going young man?” I nipped at his lip playfully. “This is the best perk of all. Afterglow.”

    “I was going to get us something to clean up.” He looked down at my white splattered chest. “I kind of made a mess on you.” I laughed then scooped some of his load up and fed it to him. He took the hint, leaning down to lick my body clean. Damn, he was a quick learner. I was starting to go soft and heard the cry of dismay between licks when I fell out of him.

    When he was done, he sat back up, licking his lips. I was getting hard all over again. “Come on, boy.” I stood up, holding him close to my chest. “Let’s head to my bedroom.” I patted his bottom. “I want to see how these leather restraints look on you.” He wrapped his arms around my neck, his cock getting hard at the thought.

    “Yes, Mr. Johnson, whatever you say, Mr. Johnson.”


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  • A Male Specimen

    You know the type. That particular male specimen that makes your cock get hard just by looking at it. I’m not referring to the details of each, for regardless of hair color or exact build or even how tall, they are the type of guy you want to sink a cock into. You just want to fuck them. Might even consider marrying the bastard, but then again maybe not. 

    I knew the type. Had a few over the last few years since coming to the terms with the fact I’d rather fuck a man than a woman. Remembering senior year with that second basemen still makes my cock leak. And I found my eyes no longer lingered on the female of our specifies. It lingered on the males. I want to feel a chin rub against mine that needs to shave. I want to feel a hairy leg tickle the skin of my own. I want to feel a tight ass squeeze my cock as I sink in it. 

    Living on a farm out in the middle of Rural America, USA didn’t offer the opportunities living in any city would provide, but when it did…fuck it was nice. Nothing like a drawling, rough around the edges, needs a shave and a haircut, and some decent clothes that are not worn, torn and exposing places I can’t keep my eyes off, country boy. As luck would have it, I found one of these nice specimens the other day. A real rugged male specimen. But this time there was a difference from all the others over the last ten years. Want to hear about?


    Buddy called me just as I came into the house, dirty and sweaty, desperate for a shower. When the phone rang, I almost let it go to voicemail. I didn’t hesitate to let a ‘fuck’ fly across the room. I figured it was some bastard trying to sell me life insurance or a home equity loan at some enormous interest rate or maybe it was an extended warranty on my truck. It’s a 1973 Ford and yes, the idiots call offering a warranty. So, imagine my surprise when it was Buddy. He owns the last dairy farm in the county and for the area it is a large one. I think he is milking a thousand head, three times a day. Those tits get a workout, let me tell ya. But why he was calling me? Well, in the last few years I have helped ole Buddy out, helping get some crop in when his guys were tied up with something on the dairy. He planted corn or sorghum for silage to feed the cows and it seemed he had over a hundred acres that needed planting in sorghum right away, with the time to plant about to end. He explained how one of his guys was on vacation visiting a daughter who just had his first grandchild, and another was in the hospital after having surgery, so he short-handed.

    “Yeah, Buddy, I just finished cutting corn. You think the season will be long enough for it to head out?”

    “Yes, if we can get seed in the ground in the next week.”

    “Do you need me to bring a tractor over or…”

    “No, no, there are three sitting here not being used, so all I need is a someone who can operate one of them. Jack can help. I put him to disking the field this afternoon.”

    “Well, Buddy, I’ll be over in the morning. About seven?”

    “Sounds good David. I’ll be at the barn. Just come on back and tell one of the guys to come get me.”

    “Sure thing. See ya tomorrow.”

    By the barn, he meant the milking barn and I knew no one, and I do mean no one, goes in it that is not authorized. It was a clean space and they made sure it stayed that way. I tossed my cell phone down on the island in the kitchen, along with my wallet, keys, knife and loose pocket change, then went to the laundry room and stripped. I did not want my filthy clothes any further in the house. I had broken down after lunch and got dirt, grease and who knows what else all over me. On the way out of the field, I took a chance by trying to cut across a place I knew better and bogged down. A real feat with a Ford Hi-boy with four-wheel drive, but I can be a real pro at being a dumbass at times. It goes without saying, I arrived on the back porch filthy from head to toe.

    After a long, hot shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and went into the kitchen. I looked in the frig, then in the pantry, and nothing jumped out at me. Nothing that looked easy to prepare. I was beat and slightly disappointed in not being able to kick back and rest the next few days. But Buddy paid well, and the work was easy enough. Back in my bedroom I slipped on boxers, a white t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were worn soft to the touch. They fit snug too, really held my cock in place, making me feel good. Keys, wallet and phone in hand I went back out to head into Chester for a burger. The joint was in a shopping center next to the grocery store and a consignment shop and was nothing to look at, but the food was good. The full parking lot every evening was a testament to that.

    At five till seven the next morning, I rumbled down the drive to the barns. The main milking barn sat dead center of the operation, with two barns on the left for equipment, and two on the right, the larger one for birthing calves and keeping them in stalls for observation, and for cows needing treatment. The smaller barn was more shop than barn with a work benches, welding area, and shop and steel cranes. Two silos loomed large over the barns on the right and down below the milking barn a labyrinth of fencing to bring cows in an orderly fashion. I pulled in next to this new Dodge, knowing it was Buddy’s truck. I strolled across the dirt drive down toward the milking barn where I hoped to run into one of the guys. I was halfway there when a front-end loader came circling around the barn on my right. I stepped to the side to let it pass and waited. I expected to see Chuck, AJ or Samuel behind the wheel, three guys who have been at the dairy for years. But as I held up my hand to wave, I realized there was someone new operating it. Cap pulled low, hair curled out around it, and arms exposed by the sleeveless shirt he definitely had the look. I wondered, as he gave me a two-finger wave with the hand on the steering wheel, if he had the accent and mannerism to go with it. If so, I’d have some fantasy material the next time I jacked off. Easing on by, I watched the front-end loader cut across the area between the barns and head out a drive I knew went down to the silage pits.

    “David! Buddy said to come down to the gate at the main lot” said AJ, who was walking my way.

    “Thanks. How have you been?”

    “Good…busy as fuck around here with two guys out.”

    “I heard.”

    “You here to plant the field over at the old place?”

    “I guess. Is that the field he wants in sorghum?”

    “Yep. I’m going to fuel up the tractor for you so come on back. It’ll be out front of the main barn.”

    Buddy and Chuck were at the gate, Buddy cussing it and Chuck trying to blow torch off a hinge. It had been damaged by someone running into it.

    “Hey Buddy.”

    “David, glad you’re here. Jack is at granddad’s old place already. I sent AJ to get the tractor ready.”

    “I saw him. What happened? One of the guys drive into it?”

    “No, it was that damn bull.”

    “The one you keep down in the lower lot?”

    “Yeah…we brought him up to be checked out. I’ve been thinking of selling him. I got two others that have a good lineage and don’t cause me such grief.”

    “So, he gave you last kick in the ass.”

    “Something like that. The flat bed is at the field. You know the field so I don’t’ need to tell you anything. I assume the same hourly rate?”

    “That works for me. I’ll go and get started” I replied, starting to walk away, but then my curiosity got the better of me.

    “Hey, Buddy. You hire another guy?”

    “Yeah, brought him on last month. A fellow from out west…Oklahoma. Paul is his name.”

    “Working out for ya?”

    “Yep. Been a good worker so far. You might run into him for we put him up in the old place.”

    The field was ready for me to begin planting when I arrived at its gate about twenty minutes later. One of Buddy’s flat beds was parked along the fence with bags of seed stacked on back. Jack pulled up in the other tractor dragging the disc behind it. He climbed down and helped me load the planter. He had just a small section remaining, the part that ran behind the old home place and back to the woods that lined an old natural pond. Once he finished, I’d be left to get it planted. With the six-row planter I knew there was no way to finish in one day, but I would be complete early in the morning.

    I started along the western fence line and made my way across the field, eyes ahead, always trying to keep the rows straight. Someone had to cultivate the crop later and there was nothing worse than rows that zig zagged across the field. I fell into that state where I heard the radio playing and saw the line in the field in which to follow. I saw cars and trucks pass on the road, a crop duster roar overhead, but it didn’t speak of the passage of time. There was no real awareness of my surroundings. Just me, the tractor and the soil I was putting seed into to grow.

    It was my stomach growling that told me it was near noon. Glancing at my watch I saw it was 11:46 and I smirked at how my stomach seemed more aware of time than my brain. When I got back to the fence along road, I saw the new Dodge truck pull down into the ditch, knowing it was Buddy.

    “You about ready for some lunch. Anita has it ready” said Buddy when I stuck my head out of the cab.

    “Yes, sir. I’m starving.”

    “Well, come on, let’s go eat.”

    Anita was one of those women that never held a paying job, but damn if she didn’t work harder than most men I know. She helped with the books, drove trucks to the supply place or the vet, helped in the milking barn when needed, assisted the vet when he was on the premises and on top of all of that, she kept up their home and cooked three meals a day. If I found a woman like that I might go straight, but then again if I found a woman like that, she’d be doing the farm work and make me keep the house. Yeah, I was a bit scared of her, no matter how nice she was to me, for she could give Buddy hell, and set him on the right path like no one else. And you know what, I think that is what Buddy wants. I always laugh later (never in front of them) about their relationship.

    Anita met us at the back door, telling us to take our shoes off, she had just moped. Once around the table my stomach growled loudly at the smell of fried chicken and two side dishes with it. I could see why Buddy struggled to keep his weight down eating like this. When we finished, Buddy carried me back to the field, telling me to just bring in the flat bed when I was ready to stop for the day.

    I was back at it by one, easing across the field. Slowly, almost unaware of it, my shadow stretched out toward the east. A few rounds and I’d notice it was longer. It was getting toward the end of the day, around six thirty, when I was moving along the side of the old place. It had not changed much since I was a kid, barely able to reach the pedals. The same white paint on the siding, the same black painted trim and even though the windows were new, they were white as those before. In back, there was a small barn with an open bay in the middle. I saw a car inside it, just the body colored bumper visible when I first noticed it. The next round I looked in time to see the front, and realized it was an old Pontiac. An early seventies GTO or might have been LeMans or Grand Prix. I wasn’t sure, but assumed it belonged to Buddy’s new guy, Paul.

    A couple more rounds and I was behind the house site. When I cleared the back of the barn and was able to see across the rear yard again, I saw one of Buddy’s farm trucks pull up to the back of the house. It was the next round that things got interesting. I was coming up on the house and realized off the back porch to one side, an area tucked up against the house out of sight of the road, was an outdoor shower. Now you ask, how could I know this from the distance I was away from it. Well, that Paul fellow was standing at it, back to me, holding out a hand testing the water that was spraying out the shower head mounted on the wall. And he was buck naked. Not a stitch of clothing on. Buddy is going to wonder why the rows are a bit crooked behind the old place, for let me tell you, it was some fine eye candy standing there.

    I could see that round ass and tapered torso and long legs and…

    You know I had to do it. There was no other way. I stopped that tractor, shut it down and climbed down. He acted as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. Simply stepped under the shower and began to bath. I walked past the barn, taking my time letting him bathe. I watched the shampoo foam up in his hair then get rinsed from it. I passed the barn and started across the wide rear yard and watched his soapy hands rub over every inch of his body, including down between those round ass cheeks. As I passed a pecan tree with an old tire swing slowly spinning in place, I watched him rinse clean, and finally, after making me wait for far too long, turn around facing me. I couldn’t see his eyes but I knew they were on me by the way he held his head, how he stood so boldly in front of me and how his cock seemed to be getting bigger as I closed the distance between us. It hung over its sac heavily, framed by the pubic hair fanning out above it. I wanted him, wanted in a way I couldn’t focus on, my mind a jumble of things two men could do to each other. I wanted to do it all.

    About forty feet away, fingers working frantically, I got my shirt unbuttoned and tossed it on the ground. I undid my jeans then realized my shoes had to come off first. Staggering as I tried to keep making forward progress, I got one shoe off, then the other. Socks lay in the dirt drive shortly after them. I worked my jeans down, stumbling as I got one leg free, then the other. I still felt confined; another garment still on that felt too much. I slipped my boxers down, stepped out of them with the left foot and kicked them across the grass yard with the right. I was finally naked, cock free to move, to elongate, showing Paul my own aroused state as I watched him slowly stroke his own cock till it stood up, sticking straight out toward me.

    I took myself in hand stroked a couple of times as I closed the distance between us. He reached back and shut the shower off and stepped toward me. I didn’t say anything when I got to him, didn’t ask what he preferred, was he sure about this or what his fucking sign was. I dropped to my knees and took that bastard in my mouth. I toyed with the head while jacking the shaft, I tongued it till I got a moan and a shudder from him, then I pushed forward and let every inch slip through my lips. I buried my face in his abdomen, pubic hair tickling my nose and cock cutting off my air.

    It was heaven.

    Then I moved along that long thick cock. Let every inch drag through my lips. Slowly, letting me feel every curve and bump of vein, the shape of it as it moved through my lips. Yes, I was toying with him, seeing how far I could push him. A hand rested on my head, then fingers combed through my hair as I moved forward and back. Those fingers curled into a fist and he began to move my head forcibly on his cock. Back and forth, faster and faster. He fucked my mouth on it till spit dripped from it and my chin.

    Then my mouth was empty and I panting for breath. He lifted me up, pushed me toward the porch. It was a little over two feet above the ground and he bent me over it till I was resting on my hands. He kicked my legs apart and dug his fingers into my ass. They toyed with me, rubbed at my tightness, then one, two, three fingers bore into my hole, stretching me open. He wasn’t fooling around or trying to make this last a long time. He wanted to fuck, and I was bent over ready to take it.

    “Do it…stick me…fuck me, you bastard…fuck me” I commanded, my words coming out like some barked order in the military. He obeyed.

    A hand held me by the shoulder, and I knew the other was guiding cock to my hole. I felt it rub along the crevice between my cheeks, center in on my opening and push through the tightness so fast I sucked in air like it was my last fucking breath. Then I leaned on my hands more and braced myself, knowing what was coming. He held my waist and fucked. He didn’t go slow or hold back any. Not one inch was left out. He shoved all the way in me, then pulled back till the head was free. And he shoved back in, over and over and over. He tore me open, plowed into my depths till I wondered if I could take it, till he came. He growled like a wild animal and I grunted and moaned like a bitch in heat.

    Suddenly he lifted me up, wrapped an arm around my neck and hugged so tightly I struggled to breathe. Cock pummeled my hole, rocking my hips so hard my own cock smacked my stomach at times. It was physical. Brutal. And I wanted to cum.

    Paul pulled out, spun me around and pushed me down on the grass. He hooked his arms behind my legs, lifting them. Hands slid down my calves and grabbed each ankle and I was suddenly folded in half, ass raised perfectly for his cock. He pressed it against my hole and slammed through pushing into my depths. I shuddered with the penetration as he held himself up on hands and feet and banged my ass with every thrust inward. He hammered cock into my depths, hit my insides in ways that made me see stars. I grabbed at the grass, fingers digging into the ground while I wondered how deep he was getting inside me. It felt like he was trying to puncture a lung or something. I heaved for breath, then cried out.

    “Fuck me…fuck me harder…”

    He bounced off my ass then jammed into my depths. His body shook as he reared up, eyes closed and teeth clinched tight, filling me with his load. He kept jamming inward till he was totally spent then finally pulled out. He stood, cock half hard and dripping, and looked down on my prone body.

    “You can leave now” he uttered, then sauntered into the house, letting the screen door slam close.

    I was so aroused I could barely stand. My cock ached for release and the wet head was still drooling. I picked up my clothes as I staggered back toward the tractor. I couldn’t get into my clothes, not yet, nor could I climb up in that tractor. I stepped around the barn and fell down against the back wall. With my back pressed against the rough siding and legs sticking straight out, I began to jack off. I was desperate for relief. My hand was wet as soon as I started and it didn’t take long. Cum spewed thickly from my cock, spattering me in the face, then chest. I kept stroking till my cock flexed empty and I fell still thinking of Paul and how he had used me.

    I dressed and called it a day. I drove the flat bed back to the dairy and parked it in one of the barns. I didn’t look for Buddy or stop to talk with any of his guys. I knew I smelled of cum and probably had some mark on my forehead that said, ‘Paul fucked me’. I staggered to my truck and got my ass home.

    In the shower with images of Paul hovering over me pumping cock into my depths, I was hard again. I leaned against the tile wall and masturbated. I stroked my cock till I thought the skin would peel away and the head couldn’t take much more before finally painting the tile with my load. After a quick dinner, I piled up on the sofa and flipped through channels, not watching anything for long. After a couple of hours, I said, “fuck it” and went to bed where I lay horny and anxious for half the night.

    The sun had just cleared the horizon when I pulled into diary, parking next to a line of trucks. I knew some of the guys had been on the night shift doing the third milking then using the hour of down time to clean and prep for today’s milking. I went to the barn where the flat bed was parked and climbed in. The keys dangling in the ignition where I left them made me laugh. Buddy hadn’t changed. Once back in the field I pulled in at the old home place and drove to the back where the tractor was parked. Paul’s truck was gone. I knew he probably was at the dairy, but still, I had hoped to at least see him in passing.

    Bins filled, I set out to finish the field, working around the house site and across the other side, which was another thirty acres by the look of it. I made good time, cutting back and forth across the field. Each time I was heading toward the road I’d look over at the house with images of getting fucked in the backyard vivid in my mind. My cock stirred in my jeans, grew hard time and time again till it hurt in its confinement. I had been tempted more than once to just take it out and jack off. Just stop in the field and shoot a load, thinking it would help. But I didn’t for some part of me liked the way I stayed horny, constantly getting aroused by the images of Paul before me as I sucked his cock or bent over taking it in the ass, or laying on the ground, legs pushed against my chest as I got pummeled.

    I was around eleven when I finally made it across the field. I made a round across the back side to finish it up to the edge, cut down the fence line along the side for the last time then made a round across the front completing the planting. I pulled the tractor into the backyard near the barn and shut down. I was going around the planter checking to see how much seed remained in the bins when the sound of an approaching vehicle drew my attention. Looking up I saw Paul pull in around the house and park. He got out, glanced my way, then headed into the house. There had been no wave or acknowledgment, and it kind of pissed me off.

    “Arrogant bastard” I muttered as I walked over to the flat bed. There were five or six bags left and I climbed up to stack them neatly near the cab. One was leaking seed, the seam at the top broken open. I sat it upright near the edge of the bed and climbed down. Placing it in the footwell of the passenger side, I leaned it against the seat to prevent more spillage. Standing upright, I saw Paul on the back porch, shirtless, wearing jeans that could not hang any lower on his hips. I swore pubic hair had to be visible above the waistband. He looked in my direction, adjusted his cock then went back inside. The screen door slammed shut but beyond it, through the screen the back door stayed open.

    “Fucking tease” I uttered as I headed toward the house.

    As I walked across the yard, it came to me, how Paul reminded me of Nat, my first. Dad had hired him to renovate one of the hog barns and rework the fence around it. It was my senior year of high school and I was this confused eighteen-year old virgin who watched him with a longing I understood but was scared as shit to act upon. But Nat understood it. He had been in his early thirties, with a muscular stocky body and a cock to match. One afternoon, when mom and dad had gone up to Montgomery, I found myself on my knees worshiping it. I put my tongue against dirty flesh, I kissed the leaking head and took it in my mouth. Then leaning against the side of that barn, forearms digging into the rough wood, I took it in my ass. He fucked me roughly, telling my what a nice tight ass I had. And he stroked my cock till I painted the side of the barn with my load as he filled me with his.

    He used me constantly after that, in the barn, down at the motel he was staying at the edge Chester and once down on Blackwater Creek, standing in water up to my calves with his cock buried in my ass. A week later he was gone. I admit it. I cried. Like a heartbroken little boy. It was three weeks later something came over me. This fierceness to put the memory of Nat aside and create new memories. To find my own way. And one Saturday night cruising around town I found Henry, our second baseman, at the park sitting on the tailgate of his truck. We got friendly, more than usual, helped by the bourbon he had stolen from his parent’s bar. We talked about girls he pretended to like, joked around about sex, then with a mischievous lie, I got him out on a fire lane in the woods south of town. We played touch games with each other till I had him naked expecting a blow job. What he got was much more. I fucked him and continued to fuck him for the next few weeks till he freaked out about it. Then I pursued others, and over the last ten years I found guys who would bottom for me. I didn’t let anyone else fuck me, not until the day before when Paul had torn my ass up.  My cock throbbed with the memory of it.

     I didn’t say ‘hello’ or knock on the door. I simply went inside. I stood in the kitchen and stripped, tossing my clothes over the small dining table. I knew it was what he wanted for his jeans lay in the floor pointing toward the short hall that led to the bedrooms. I stepped across them, wiping my feel on the soft denim and went to the master bedroom that sat at the front of the house. From the hall I could see his feet on the bed and drawing closer, more and more of his leg till I was at the door and could see his naked body propped up on the bed. His cock was half hard and I knew it would soon be like granite.

    Nothing was said. He looked at me like I was trash, something that needed discarding. I looked at him as stoically as I could, concealing my excitement. He turned and looked out the window, ignoring me. Bastard. But I knew how to get his attention. I knew what guys like him wanted. I got down on my hands and knees and submissively crawled to him. I climbed up on the foot of the bed and leaned down kissing his foot. I tongued it, then sucked on the big toe. I dragged my tongue up his hairy calf, the sides of mouth tickled by the hairs as my tongue left a matted down trail. I kissed his knee, then up the thigh to a scare that was five inches long and I winced at the thought of how he could have gotten it. I trailed my tongue along its length then up the thigh till I was at his crotch. I leaned down and dragged my tongue over the loose sac, worked his nuts around before taking one in my mouth. I sucked on it hard and watched his hands ball up into fists. I had his attention now.

    I took the other nut and tugged till he shuddered. Then I dragged my tongue over the tightening sac and along the rock-hard cock. My tongue glided wetly over the smooth skin till I had the spongy head in my mouth. I sucked on it, tongued it till rewarded with the sweetness of precum. Holding the rock-hard shaft, I bore my tongue into the slit wanting more and he shivered beneath me. Then I took every inch.

    Hands took my head and used my mouth as a fuck toy. I choked and drooled around that cock till my eyes watered. He let me go, clasped hands behind his head and looked at me, waiting for me to pleasure him some more. I moved up over his waist and held his wet cock up. I moved down to it, felt it touch my opening, and let my weight carry me down, feeling the stretch of my opening and the filling of my hole. I rode him roughly, quickly getting into a fast pace. The bed squeaked and rocked, eventually banging into the wall. It was loud, but not as loud as my cries of ‘fuck’. He let me stroke myself as I rode him. Up and down my body moved as my hand went back and forth twice as fast.

    I kept my eyes open, staring at him as he stared back. I looked at his chest, with the hair between the pecs, and a scare near the collarbone. He looked like someone who had a rough life.

    It seemed like a long time, but it wasn’t. I was too wound up. Too aroused. I slammed down on his cock and came. It erupted out of me and hit Paul in the face then roped down his chest and stomach. I shook with my release, ground my ass down on Paul’s cock and jerked with each ejaculation. His hands grabbed each thigh and held me down as I felt him pushing upward. He jammed his hips against my ass and shook and I knew he was filling my hole.

    Sitting on his spent cock I was panting for breath. I ran a hand up my chest where it glided slickly over wet skin. I was burning up. But we were not done. Not by a fucking long shot.

    Paul sat up, grabbed me by the hair and dragged me over and down on my stomach. He was on me fast, cock buried in my ass as his sweaty body lay on mine. He wrapped an arm around my neck holding me like his bitch. A tight squeeze and I struggled for breath as he started to fuck. He thrust into my depths hard and fast. He fucked for a long time, boring into my depths. I grunted and moaned and took every thrust.

    Paul rose up on his knees and made me get on mine. Head pushed down into a pillow, ass up, I took him again. Hips smacked against my ass and the bed banged into the wall. Every sound was in rhythm to his fuck. I felt his hand slide up my wet back right along the spine. Fingers combed into the hair at the back of my head. Then I was roughly pulled up till arched back. My chest curved out and sweat trickled down it. My cock flopped back and forth between my thighs. And he kept fucking. He banged my insides till I wanted to cum again.

    Paul thrust up inside me then jammed his hips against my ass. He shuddered and jerked against my back. Hot exhales hit my neck with soft stifled grunts. His cock flex in my hole releasing its load.

    Paul pulled out and I rolled over on my back, hard wet cock in hand, desperate to get off again. The only sound was my hand stroking cock like a desperate virgin. He watched me while still on his knees between my legs. He just stared as I drew closer and closer. Then he shocked the shit out of me.

    Knocking my hand away Paul went down between my legs and took me in his mouth. He slipped every inch through his lips and buried his nose in my abdomen. I shuddered with the feel of his tongue toying with me. I clawed at the bed and shook with need. His head went up and down, then his mouth held the head, sucking on it while his fist stroked my shaft. I shuddered with the manipulation then filled his mouth.

    Then it was over, and he was getting dressed.

    “I have to go back to work. Get dressed and get out.”

    I dressed and eased out the back door, feeling dismissed in a way I didn’t like. Crossing the backyard going to the tractor to take it back to the dairy, I looked back when I heard the screen door swing open. Paul came out, shut the back door and let the screen door slam closed. He descended the steps and headed to his truck.

    “I love you too…asshole” I muttered as I climbed into the truck.

    Four Weeks Later

    For the last few weeks I berated myself. Told myself to get things back to the way they were before Paul showed up. To just let it go. But I rushed home at six-thirty, cleaned up quickly, throwing on some gym shorts and a tank top (and nothing else) and started dinner. I set the table, putting out two place settings feeling my cock begin to flex with anticipation. At seven thirty I heard the truck pull around and park behind my truck. I heard the door slam shut then footsteps across the screen porch. There was no knock, just the back door swinging open. Paul came in wearing a clean t-shirt and jeans. Casual, not a care in the world.

    “What’s for dinner?”

    “Baked chicken, beans, and mac and cheese. You want tea or a beer?”

    “Tea is fine.”

    Yep, Paul could actually talk. He could even hold a conversation. Over the last couple of weeks, he told of growing up in Oklahoma, of prowling the bars in Oklahoma City and going to Dallas or Denver. He told of moving east, to the south to get away from what had become a pointless routine. He made vague references to the men that had been in his life, a few that seemed to mean something to him.

    We ate and talked about the farms and the dairy. What Buddy had been up to and even Paul laughed when telling of some situation between Anita and Buddy. I asked again about the scares, the one on the right thigh and at the collarbone and he looked away telling me to forget it.

    We retired to the living area and watched a baseball game. I looked at the players, especially the pitcher of the home team, reminded of Henry and I confessed how Henry had been my second person to have sex with and the first that I was on top. Paul listened, then rubbed his crotch, looking over.

    “Does it make you horny to think of it?”

    “Yes” I replied as I watched him grope himself. He looked at me with his stern expression and I knew it was time.

    I stood and pulled the tank top off, dropped the gym shorts to my ankles and stepped out of them. Down on my hands and knees I crawled to Paul, slipped up between his legs and worked his jeans open. He pulled the t-shirt off and raised his ass, letting me slip the jeans down. I worked them off each foot tossing them to the side. I lay each arm along his thighs just for the sensation of touch. To feel the warmth of his body. I scooted up closer, let his legs brush up against my sides, the hairy calves ticklish against my skin. He wiped his cock across my face, rubbed my lips till wet, teasing me, making me want it more. He hammered it against my face till I said it.

    “Please?”

    Holding it up before my face, I opened my mouth and took him once again.


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  • Post Grad

    Davis’s graduation went by in a blur. He was in his hat and gown. His parents came to watch the ceremonies and they brought Phil along with them. His mom and dad were staying in a hotel but Davis invited Phil to the party at the frat house.

    They were in Davis’s room, catching up, they hadn’t seen each other since spring break.

    Davis striped down to his white briefs. Phil followed suit, he wore a similar style of underwear.

    They just laid in bed for a while, not really talking about anything. Davis was on his side, cuddled up to Phil, twirling around his chest hair.

    That’s when Pierce barged in. “Hey, man your missing the party.”

    Pierce only wore his black underwear. Davis got up and pulled Phil with him.

    “Phil, this is Pierce, Pierce, this is Phil.”

    “Nice to finally meet you,” said Phil, “Davis had told me so much about you.”

    “Likewise.”

    Davis noticed some tension between these two.”

    “Anyway you guys should get down there, everybody’s here. No need to get dressed either.” Pierce left them in the room.

    “Well it sounds like we don’t need to get dressed,” laughed Phil, “lets go.”

    They got down there and a lot of the guys were only in their underwear. Girls too were semi nude. This was more fun than the toga party.

    Davis and Phil milled around. Davis and his classmates were all congratulating one an other.

    Phil had a few drinks and was chatting up some of the girls.

    Pierce was on the couch with Troy practically giving him a hand job. Pierce filled out his skimpy black briefs nicely. Leaving nothing to the imagination.

    The party continued on. It was getting late into the night and Davis lost track of Phil but he was sure Phil could handle himself. At this point, Davis noticed there was a lot of nudity. Guys had their cocks whipped out and the girls were topless.

    Davis wanted to join in the fun so he went upstairs to take his briefs off so he wouldn’t lose them. He tossed his underwear into the corner of the room.

    But what he saw nearly broke his heart.

    “Davis, I can explain.”

    Phil was in there.

    There was a girl on top of him. Along with another girl or two in the bed.

    “Davis,” pleaded Phil but Davis ran out.

    He tried to find Pierce but he wasn’t anywhere, not even in his room. This is where Davis hid for the remainder of the party.

    Pierce eventually came to his room and found Davis.

    He comforted him.

    Davis avoided Phil for the rest of the time he was visiting.

    Phil returned home with Davis’s parents.

    It was a hard week for Davis. He packed up all his things and was saying goodbye to everyone. It was hardest to say goodbye to Pierce but they promised to keep in touch.

    He was back home with his parents. It wasn’t long before Phil found out.

    “Davis!” It was Phil and he was outside Davis’s bedroom window. Davis was just waking up. “Can I come in? Please?”

    Davis rubbed his eyes and tried to ignore his morning wood. If he didn’t let Phil in, the neighbours would get suspicious.

    It was around eleven in the morning. Both his parents would be at work. He went and answered the door full frontal. He crossed his arms and leaned in the door frame.

    “What do you want Phil?”

    “Wow,” said Phil as he took in Davis’s nakedness.

    “Well?”

    “I want to say how sorry I am. I never wanted to hurt you and I’ve been beating myself up about it ever since. I am so sorry, Davis, and I hope to make it up to you.”

    “Phil, I don’t know, man. I’m still hurt.”

    “I know, your parents said you haven’t left your room in days.”

    “You’ve been talking to my parents?”

    “Yes, Davis. I’m worried about you and I want to make it right. Please.”

    Davis stared at Phil. Then looked at himself in the foyer mirror. He did look rough. Bags under his eyes, his stubble was at the awkward in between phase, and even his breath smelled bad.

    “Davis,” pleaded Phil.

    Davis looked back to Phil.

    “I love you, man. And I can’t stand to see you like this.”

    “I’m hurt, Phil.”

    “I know and I’m sorry.”

    “Okay.”

    “Okay?”

    “Yes. I’ll clean myself up. What do you have in mind?”

    “It’s a surprise. I’ve been working on it for the last few days. Come by my house later tonight, after dark.”

    Phil ran off, leaving Davis in the door frame.

    Davis couldn’t help but smile. Probably for the first time in a few days.

    Phil loved him?

    Davis was all cleaned up and ready to see what Phil had in store for him. It was a warm summer night. Davis wore his baby blue crop with some amazing short short they showed off his ass.

    At Phil’s, Davis noticed extension cords running through the yard. That’s when he got Phil’s text

    “Follow the cords.”

    Davis complied, he followed them into the back yard. But they didn’t stop there. They kept going into the wooded area behind Phil’s house.

    He almost fell into a large hole in the ground. Was Phil going to build something here?

    Davis and Phil would often go on epic adventures through these woods. That brought a smile to his face.

    In between the trees, Davis could see a light. It was getting brighter and all the cords lead to the source.

    It was incredible. Phil had gathered thousands of lights. He wrapped them around tree trunks. They were up in the branches. All over the ground.

    Davis was speechless. He took it all in. Phil did all this. Just for Davis. He almost cried.

    “What do you think?” Phil asked.

    “I love it.”

    Davis looked to Phil, he was so handsome standing in the middle of all these lights. They embraced.

    Phil’s hands easily found their way into Davis’s shirt.

    They stood together for a long while. Just soaking everything in.

    “I hope you’re hungry.”

    “Famished.”

    “I cooked us some dinner.”

    They sat down at a small candlelit table, Davis failed to see.

    There was a tablecloth and even a single rose. They enjoyed a lovely steak dinner.

    “Davis,” said Phil.

    “Yeah?”

    “I love you and I hope that you’re ready to forgive me. I haven’t been with anyone since that day. Since I hurt you. And all I could think about was you. I missed you, Davis.”

    Davis was touched. “I forgive you.”

    Phil smiled.

    “And, Phil.”

    “Yeah?”

    “I love you too.”

    They kissed. Passionately.

    That’s when the rain came down.

    There was so much rain and so suddenly too.

    But the pair of them didn’t care.

    It was a warm summer’s day. The rain felt amazing.

    Both of them were soaked. Their clothes clung to their skin. Their stiff cocks were outlined perfectly from the rain.

    It was a struggle to get their clothes off.

    Eventually, both of them were nude.

    Davis missed Phil’s touch.

    Phil was on the ground. Davis was on top of him. Kissing vigorously.

    Stroking both their rock hard cocks together. Phil fingered Davis’s tight pink hole. Davis was tighter than he usually was—being away from everyone for so long.

    Davis mixed their precum on their dick heads. Davis didn’t know how much longer he would last.

    The rain had suddenly stopped, just as it had suddenly started.

    Both of them were still dripping wet.

    Phil had even brought lube with him.

    Phil gradually eased his way deep into Davis.

    His thick dick felt fantastic, hitting just the right spot. Davis moaned loudly.

    “Fuck me, Phil.”

    Phil moaned too as he thrust his cock in that gorgeous asshole.

    Davis couldn’t hold it in any longer. He coaxed his throbbing erection and shot Phil’s chest and up to his face.

    Phil sat up to kiss Davis, smearing his own hot jizz all over his own face.

    Phil wrapped his arms around Davis and manoeuvred Davis onto his back. All while staying deep inside Davis.

    Phil pulled out and jerked his cock. He shot his load on Davis’s torso. Several long ropes of cum landed haphazardly all over his chest, abs, and onto his softening dick.

    This is just what Davis needed. He felt great. They were breathing quite heavily. Phil put his weight on Davis, mixing their loads together. Rubbing their flaccid dick together. Kissing each other.

  • More Than a Six Inch Sub

    I was at work one day last week and went out to a late lunch to the local Subway near me. It’s not my normal thing. I usually bring something to work to eat. Leftovers or what have you. But today I was just having one of those days. I was stuck on a call for over an hour with a customer. By the time I got off the phone I wanted to pull my hair out. And it was almost 2:30 PM. I looked at my usual lunch I bring and just didn’t have the desire for it. So I headed out to find some food.

    “Now what the Hell do I want to eat” I said as I jumped in my car.

    I drove a bit down the road and saw a Subway sandwich place. It was in one of those little strip malls near my work. This strip mall had seen better days. Other than 2 other shops and the Subway in it. Everything else was closed down. And there were but two cars in the whole parking lot. As it was well after the normal lunch time for anyone and the place had no traffic. I figured I could get a quick sandwich and go.

    When I stepped into the place, it was empty save for two employees. A girl and a burly looking guy. They half greeted me as I walked in. The guy was about 5 ft10 or so. But his arms and body pulled tightly against the green work T-shirt on his huge chest. His arms were massive. There was tattoo of some kind on his huge bicep and partly under the shirt. He also had one coming up the side of his neck from under that shirt. And when I came up to the counter to ask the girl for my order I looked over to see he had a bit of a gut too.

    “What would you like” She asked

    As I pondered my sandwich choice I looked at him. He then looked back at me. His face was mean looking. He had earrings and was unshaven. There was blonde facial hair starting to show as stubble on his cheek and him. His eyes were a beautiful blue. But he had an angry look to him. And he gave me a mean look to as I stared at him.

    “I’ll take a six inch turkey club” I said to the girl. “And make that a meal.” The place usually had a meal deal with sandwich chips and a drink for a good price.

    As she began to make my sandwich, I looked over at the chips trays. I wanted salt and vinegar, but didn’t see it. It was my favorite chip.

    “Excuse me” I asked the girl “I don’t see any salt and vinegar chips”

    She turned to the hunky guy and asked him “Hey Brian” she said “Did we get any salt and vinegar chips in”

    The hot Brian walked passed her and to the back area. I looked at his backside now. Under his apron he had on black jeans. The lucky jeans hugged his big butt. I looked at that hot ass with desire.

    “Damn nice butt” I said to myself

    Then as I stared at Brian’s butt he looked back at me. There was what appeared to be an angry scowl. He came back and just said they didn’t have any. Then he started to work with the breads. The girl at the counter then looked at the clock and it was 3 pm. She looked over at Brian and asked if he could finish my order as it was time for her to go.

    “Can you finish here Brian” she said “I’m off the clock at 3 and I have an appointment”

    Brian looked over at her then me. He huffed in disgust, but said yes he would. “Fine” He grumbled “Just get outta here.” “I’ll finish him off”

    She then grabbed her things and rushed out the door. Brian grabbed the buns for my sandwich and aked me what I wanted. I gave him the info and watched as his strong arms flexed as he grabbed for things in the bins. His brawny arms and biceps looked freaking awesome. I wanted to lick at his muscles more than I wanted my sandwich. I licked my lips as I gazed at him. He was mean looking, but had a handsome face. The scruffiness of his chin and those blue eyes had me lusting for him. He looked up at me again and finished the sandwich.

    He gave me the total and I paid him. Then I took my things and sat down to eat. No one else came in. So it was just me and the hunky Brian. I kept stealing looks at the hot hunk behind the counter as he worked. Then his personal phone rang.

    “Hey babe” He answered He talked for a few moments.

    I assumed it was a girlfriend or something. Then his voice started to rise and he seemed to be having an argument with the person on the phone. Then he slammed it down. I looked at his gorgeous arms as he grumbled something about ‘that bitch’. Then Brian saw me looking at him. And I think that set him off. This gay guy was gawking at him as he just had a fight with his girl on the phone.

    “What the fuck are you looking at” he growled at me “Huh”

    He seemed to be getting angrier as he stood there.

    “Uhmm, nothing” I said back as I returned to my food. “Fucking faggot.” He growled.

    I figured I should get out of there before he jumped over the counter and beat me up.

    “You pussy ass faggot” he yelled at me “Calm down man” I said as I got up.

    Well that was it. Brian dropped what he was doing and rushed around the counter to get me. I dropped what I had and ran for the door. I was opening it when his arm grabbed at me. His very strong grip pulled me back into the store. Then he threw me to the floor. I figured I was screwed and he was gonna beat the crap outta me.

    “Look man, calm down dude” I tried to say “Shut the fuck up you queer” He growled again.

    Then Brian turned to the door and locked it. Then he flipped the opened sign to closed. I knew I was fucked. I figured a beating was the least if my worries now. This pissed off dude may be planning on killing me in his anger. I crawled back and tried to get up. I rushed to the back. I was hoping there was a back door to the place. But I reached the back and there was only a bathroom. I ran in and shut the door. I tried to latch the lock but Brian threw his weight at the door and pushed on through. I was tossed and knocked to the floor near the toilet.

    “Snarky little fuck” He cursed

    His lifted his hand and I was sure this was it. But he grabbed his work apron and pulled it over his head. He tossed it aside. Then I saw his crotch. It was a nice bulge. Not big but tightly tucked in those jeans. My dick involuntarily pulsed in my pants. I couldn’t believe my loins were acting up now. When I was about to die.

    “I’ll show your pussy ass” he growled.

    He stepped over to me and that’s when he reached down and groped his crotch. Then Brian unzipped his jeans and reached into then. He hauled out his dick and then he grabbed me. He pulled me up and shoved me at his dick in a flash.

    “Come of faggot” he ordered “Do what faggots do. Suck my cock.”

    I couldn’t believe what was happening. Here I was a the local sub shop. On my knees as this hot young built guy was gonna force me to suck his dick. I looked at his cock. It was still semi soft and not very big at all. But I had wanted him since I walked into the place. Now I had him. Or he had me. It really didn’t matter.

    He pulled me to his crotch to do what he wanted from me now. What I wanted for me now. I grabbed his cock and opened my mouth and licked at his cock head. Then I held his semi rigid dick and sucked in the tip of him. He moaned above me. He held my face to his crotch as I gingerly sucked his still hardening cock.

    “Yeah fucking faggot” He growled at me “Suck my big cock fucker. Suck it good”

    Then he pulled my face up for a moment. I looked up and his eyes. He glared down at me and then grumbled at me again.

    “And don’t try and bite because I will kill you” He blurted

    Then he pulled me to his dick again. I had no intention of biting his cock. It was growing nicely and filling my mouth. It tasted good too. So I was soon sucking on his hard cock like a cheap whore on a John. His hard dick was near 6 inches. Maybe a tad smaller. But the size was enough for me to lust after this hunks cock. That and his beefy muscled body. I swallowed down Brian’s cock greedily. Slobbering on his hard meat. He was moaning deeply as my mouth and tongue did the work they were good at doing.

    “Fuckk yeah man” He growled “Real good cocksucker. Hmm good. Better than my bitch”

    He started to fuck my face now. Grabbing at my skull and thrusting his cock into my opened mouth. His hips thrusting hard and fast as he continued to skull fuck me. He was soon grunting hard. The sensations of my mouth and tongue drooling on his dick like that was sending him into orbit. I feared that Brian would bust too soon. I wanted this dude to fuck me. I wanted him to jump on my back and slam his boner into my man hole.

    The sounds of his fucking my face filled the place. Sloppy drooling, spittle sounds as he just rammed his cock at my face. His balls slapped against my lower lips fast and wet. Drool covered them too. I was soon delirious from his constant face rape. I felt light headed. Lack of good oxygen may have been the reason. But his cock was so good, I didn’t care at that moment.

    “Fuckkk!” Brian moaned

    Then he pulled his wet spit covered dick from my mouth. He looked down at me. Tears filled my eyes from his brutal face fuck. My face had spit and slim all over it. Then he slapped my face. Just because he could.

    “Fucking fag whore” he growled. “Get on the floor fucker”

    Brian started to pull at my clothes. I feared he would tear them off me. But he kinda just yanked them off. I did hear a rip at my shirt. But the damage was minimal when I checked later. But Brian was on me fast as he got my clothes off. His hand at my ass. His hand pulled at my ass cheeks. He spit down on my hole. Then rubbed his hand against my bud.

    “Gonna fucking tear you up” He said “Shove my cock deep in that pussy hole”

    He shoved a finger in as he said that. It was his thick thumb. I groaned as his finger took me. He thrust it in a few times before exiting.

    “Nice sweet pussy” He declared

    That’s when Brian crawled up in me as I lay there in the cold floor. He lifted my butt up to get at it. Then he pulled his still drool covered dick to my ass. Then he slammed into me. I gasped as he threw all his dick into me on that first motion.

    “Ughn fuckk” I groaned “Yeah bitch” he crowed “Take my big cock faggot. Feel that dick in that pussy hole”

    His hard cock was buried balls deep in an instant. Then as he moaned from the drive inward, Brian grabbed me and pulled my head back. His hot beefy body was behind me. I felt as he began quick hard stabs at my ass. The hot hunk was hard fucking me. That wonderful cock digging into me roughly. I was in heaven.

    “Fucking queer piece of shit. Take that” He growled “All you pussy faggots love cock. Take a man’s fucking cock whore”

    He was verbally abusing me. Cursing and saying hateful things. Bit it only turned me on all the more. His hard dick continued to stab at my guts harder and harder. His balls smashed against me with each thrust.

    “Yeah dude, fuck that ass man” I yelled “Drill me stud”

    He started to pound me faster now. This hot beefy stud started to pile drive himself into my bowels. His balls slapping harder against me. He was groaning as I gripped his cock with my ass hole.

    “Yeah fucker. Take it. Take it” He yelled

    His hand pushed at my back as he pulled up better onto me. Pounding down on my hole with all his force. He started to grunt harder as he slammed down into me more brutally. Thankfully his dick was not huge, or he would be hurting me by now. No that nice sized dick was just creating the perfect friction on my ass. It felt so damned good. Brian crawled up higher on me. He mounted me more like a dog now. I felt his hot breath at my neck.

    “Fucking sweet ass man” He huffed behind me “Soo much nicer and tighter than pussy. Ughhn fuck. Gonna bust soon. Shit man. Love this ass”

    He grabbed me and pulled me to him as he continued his onslaught on my ass hole. Brian soon was grunting hard. His breaths became ragged and his thrusts haphazard. He was gunning on my ass like a man possessed. Then his hot body tensed up. That’s when he cried out and busted his nut into me.

    “Fuckkerr!” He yelled “Busting in yer fucking ass. Shiit!”

    His hips stabbed at me. Pouring his cum into me. Hot molten cum shots into me as he empties his balls

    “Yeah man. Take my juice” He growled behind me “Take my cum pussy boy”

    Then after a good 8 or so blasts, Brian slowed his attack on my bowels. He slumped over on my back. Huffing and puffing as he gained air again. Then the hunk yanked his cock from me and slapped my ass cheek hard. His hand coming down in a hard sting.

    Then he pulled away from me and stood above me. I looked back at the hunky guy. I wanted so much more with him. But I knew that was all I would ever get.

    “Get up you piece of shit” He then growled

    His tone changed back to the mean guy in the store again. Then his foot shoved me forward. I fell back to the cold floor again.

    “Get up and get the fuck outta here before I fuck you up” He almost yelled.

    So I did. I got up pulled up my pants, collected my things and left. But man that was a hot lunch stop..


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  • Catching My Roomate & Helping Him Cum

    At around 3:00 in the morning, I woke up in the middle of my sleep having to go take a leak. I wiped my eyes so I could see better and shifted my legs to the side of the bed where I kept my pajamas on the floor. I slept nude most nights because I like feeling free of clothes at night and plus, my roommate and I respect each others personal spaces in our apartment together so I knew, anything less than a house fire, he wasn’t going to see me. But I stood up quietly on the carpet floors and lifted my pajama pants to my hips. There was no need to put on a shirt since my roommate and I were both guys who didn’t mind seeing the other shirtless. But then, I stepped out of my bedroom and began tiptoeing down the upstairs hall to the bathroom next to my room.

    At the end of the hall past the bathroom door was my roommate’s bedroom. His name was Greyson and he had his name carved into a small piece of wood mounted to his bedroom door which he made back in Boy Scouts growing up. It was one of the only things he still had from his childhood after getting kicked out from his family home for telling them he was bi. That’s when he stayed over at my apartment and we just started living together. He knew I was gay but I didn’t want to tell him what my feelings were, afraid he might like me back just because of his situation with his family almost two years ago. He was cute, but I got my mind off of him and honestly forgot he was cute after a while. We were just roommates now.

    Greyson’s bedroom door was open just a few inches but just enough that when I came out of my bedroom door, I saw his tv was on. And I listened for a second to realize, it was playing some YouTube show he loved to watch all the time in the living room as he ate dinner. It was a little loud but I just woke up so obviously I didn’t mind the noise if I slept through it most of the night so far. I went into the bathroom, closed the door behind me and turned on the small light above the sink. Then, I slowly walked over to the toilet and lifted the seat. I unbuttoned my pajamas, reached my fingers through the slit in my boxers and pulled out my flacid cock by its mushroom tip. 

    I held it at the top and bottom like it was a cigarette as I aimed it downward into the bowl below me. I began licking my lips back and forth with my tongue seeing that even when I have a bladder full of urine, I can never seem to start my stream otherwise. My piss started slowly filling my tubes inside, making its way to the exit and then I heard the water splashing as my stream began pouring into the bowl, making it turn bright yellow. With every passing second, my body felt more relieved to release so much liquid from inside. 

    Once the stream turned into drips, I shook my cock up and down as another drop of piss splashed into the bowl below. I pushed my cock back into its cave, put the toilet seat back down, and quickly washed my hands before turning out the light and heading back into the hallway. I tippy toed on the carpet back to my bedroom so I wouldn’t disturb Greyson. But as I was heading into the doorway to my bedroom, I heard Greyson’s voice call out softly, “Fuck!”

    Wanting to make sure he wasn’t hurt or anything serious, I made my way to his door and looked inside. His bed was across the right side wall to where his bedroom door opened. His tv was on the wall straight ahead which was still playing his favorite internet show fairly loudly. But Greyson was on the bed with his face planted into the pillow and his ass up in the air, doggy style. He had his head turned to side, away from the door looking at his cell phone on his nightstand which was playing some gay porno he found online. He had his right hand turned behind his ass, plowing himself with a dildo to the same rhythm of the actors in the porn video. His left hand was positioned underneath him, slowly stroking his cock with plenty of lube, making every bit of his cock reflect the light of his television.

    I stood there for a second, not wanting to look away. Greyson and I both knew we each had some sex toys of our own. Honestly, there were a few times where him or I forgot to take our dildos or fleshjacks out of the shower after cleaning them but we never mentioned it to each other. We were both just good friends and roommates. And we both didn’t want to make things awkward. Plus, we both knew this was the first apartment we had since leaving our family’s houses after college so both of us having some toys was completely understandable. So, the dildo in his ass didn’t shock me in the slightest.

    What surprised me was that his ass was shaven clean and it looked so smooth and easy for a cock to slide in and out of with no hair at all. In fact, it looked like a perfect meal to eat him out with my tongue. And his dildo was making its way in and out with such ease. But it was tough to keep looking at his smooth ass without getting distracted by his giant cock. The glare from the tv shimmered off of every centimeter of his almost 9 inch cock as his hand slowly made its way up and down the shaft, revealing either the front or back of his shaft with every stroke. His ball sack was hairy. Greyson didn’t shave it like he shaved his ass. But it too shimmered against the light of the television across the room from the door I was peeking in from. 

    And that’s likely when I should have walked away, knowing his “Fuck” from before wasn’t that he was hurt but rather that he was enjoying the night by himself. But I was mesmerized by how amazing his ass looked. A long time ago, I used to imagine what he would look like naked but now it didn’t cross my mind anymore. And of course, he looked nothing like I imaged. His ass looked so much tastier and smoother than any of my daydreams back in the day when he was a friend who just needed a place to stay.

    I just kept standing there as he fucked himself with his dildo and ever-so-slowly stroked his cock. He looked like he was edging himself, getting his cock to a point near explosion and then backing off, all of a sudden seeming to let go of his cock and just continue fucking himself with the dildo from behind him. 

    I began to notice my growing problem inside of my boxers and pajama pants. My 8 inch member was almost at full salute and making my pajamas look like someone set up a tent in front of me. I didn’t want to just walk away and take care of my cock in my bedroom like so many times before. I knew I should but I didn’t want this opportunity to go to waste and I wanted to watch until the end. Plus, Greyson had his head in his pillow and turned away from me so he was never going to find out.

    So, I reached my hand down and started groping my cock through my silk-like pajama pants. My eyes were fixated on his cock which seemed to shimmer more and more with every stroke of his hand from the amount of lube he applied to himself. I began licking my lips, imagining the taste of his ass on my tongue and soon enough, I slipped my hand into my pajamas and let my cock spring out into the open air so I could begin stoking myself. My cock was already hard as a rock so I knew it was only a matter of short strokes until it was ready to explode into my hand and I could go back to bed happy. 

    I wrapped my fingers around my cock at the base and pulled the skin upwards towards the tip and then back down again. I tried my best imagining I was the one topping him as I tried to keep my strokes in rhythm of his dildo sliding in and out of Greyson’s perfect twink ass. Besides a few soft moans, Greyson did a good job of keeping himself quiet. I guess he knows that I’m just down the hall and while we both know the other jacks off and has a dildo or two, we try to keep our fun times quiet to not disrupt the other. 

    Greyson kept his dildo deep inside of his ass as he took both hands and did a push up, lifting his head from being buried in his pillow. He eventually stood on his knees atop his bed, facing his pillows away from the door. He reached his left hand around himself to hold the dildo as he slowly sat down on his own feet. Greyson began holding the dildo in place by tightly squeezing it between both of his feet as he sat up and sat down onto the dildo. He was riding cowboy on his own dildo on his bed. I tried to do it before myself but with nothing to suction cup my dildo onto, I was at a loss. But Greyson figured out how to do it. Not only that but he perfected it and he was a pro at it.

    He fucked himself for a good five to ten minutes, all the while, he was edging his cock to the breaking point and I knew he wasn’t long from shooting all over his sheets and pillows. I began stroking my cock faster and faster, staring at him through the 2 inch gap in the door. I thought he was about to shoot when suddenly, he plunged the didlo deep into his ass and flipped himself over. He laid down on his back with his head on his pillow before opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, looking like he was going to try to catch his own cum on his tongue so he could taste it. He looked down at his cock but from the corner of his eyes, he saw his door was slightly cracked open and from the light of his television flashing, he could only slightly see me standing there.

    He released his cock quickly and jumped up towards the door. I quickly ran to my room and closed the door behind me, hoping he would get in the hall and think he was just mistaken. I jumped into bed and got under the covers. I even turned on my side, away from the door so if he came in, he wouldn’t see I was still hard under the blankets. I pretended to be asleep as I heard him open his door and walk into the hallway. Maybe he went back into his room, thinking he saw something that wasn’t there. It was a few minutes until I took a breath of relief. ‘That was scary as hell’ I thought to myself as I was still hard as a rock. This was by far the most risky thing I ever did to jerk off and I realized I loved voyeurism which is the act of watching someone else have fun while you jerk off yourself without them knowing you’re there. 

    But I wasn’t getting rid of my boner any time soon from trying to go back to sleep. So, I reached my hand down and began stroking it faster than before. I was hoping for a quick load onto my blankets and then fall asleep again soon after. But I heard my bedroom door open from behind me. 

    Greyson walked into my room and I just held my cock still, as if I was asleep. He quickly made his way to the foot of my bed and tore the blankets from over me, revealing that I wasn’t asleep and showcasing what I was holding. “Son of a bitch, Alex! That was you!” He screamed at me while he jumped on my bed, still nude. He manhandled and vastly overpowered me until his legs and feet were holding my legs firmly down and his hands were holding mine towards each of the upper corners of my bed. His face was inches away, glaring straight down at mine.

    I knew he was furious with me and I felt like I was so tiny and powerless underneath him as he screamed at me telling me how his privacy mattered and I should never have betrayed our trust like that. But I knew how risky it was. I turned my head to the side so I wouldn’t have to face him. I knew I fucked up big time so I knew what he was going to say. All I could say over and over was how sorry I was. 

    “Alex look at me!” he yelled as I turned my head upright to see his face. “You don’t understand Alex.”

    “No I do, I promise. I fucked up and I’m so sorry Greyson.”

    “No you don’t Alex. That’s why I came to you that night.” he quickly pushed his hands forward, pushing my arms further into my bed before leaving them go and standing up.

    “Wait, what do you mean that night?”…”What night?” I calmly asked him over and over as he walked out of my room and back into his bedroom. I followed him as he got to his bed and sat at the foot of it with the television now muted. “What night are you talking about?” I asked one more time from his doorway, now wide open.

    “Remember that night I got kicked out and I came to you because you were the only gay friend I had?” Greyson said.

    “Yeah, but I didn’t know I was the only gay guy you knew at the time.”

    “Well, you’re the one who had me confused for the longest time. I knew I liked girls but every time we hung out, I just kept wanting to reach down your pants and it confused me until I finally realized you were gay and thought maybe it was okay if I was too. So, that’s why I turned to you after I was kicked out when they found out I liked you. I didn’t come out to them, they just knew how I acted with you. And then when I moved in, I didn’t want things to get weird but there was a part of me that did want things to go ‘there’ with us.”

    “Wow, I had no idea. I mean when you moved in, I wanted to tell you I had a crush but I didn’t want to make you feel like you had to have a crush on me back in order to keep living at my apartment…so I pushed those feelings down and never thought about them until I overheard you jerking off tonight.”

    “Tell me, have you ever had a guy fuck you?” Greyson asked me.

    “Yeah. You?” I replied.

    “Yeah but there was never love there. It was a parking lot, late at night.”

    “Yeah…it sucks there wasn’t love there but me too.”

    “So, where do we go from here?” Greyson calmly asked.

    “I don’t know but all I can say is we’ll figure it out as we go. I can’t hide it anymore and now that I know you…” Greyson pushed his hand over my mouth, stopping me from speaking.  

    “Alex, do you mind me taking what I want right now?”

    “No” I mumbled through his hand, still completely covering my mouth.

    He pushed me back, further onto the bed and once again, used his overpowering strength to manhandle me into position where he was on top of me, holding me down and I was powerless underneath him. He held my arms and my legs in place with his raw strength and slowly bent his head down to kiss me. My lips glided across his like they were puzzle pieces, made to fit each other perfectly, side by side. I felt his tongue push its way into my mouth and mine was soon samba dancing with his. His hips were pushing his naked body and cock harder and harder onto my body, grinding against my cock. 

    He pulled back his head above me and released my arms. He grabbed the pillow from above my head and picked my hips up with his strong hands to place the pillow underneath. He pulled off my boxers and pajamas with one swift motion and placed me back down onto the pillow. My ass was now at prime height for his cock to use. He lubed his cock with some bottle off his nightstand. He picked my feet up and placed them over his shoulders so there was no longer anything between his cock and my wide-open hole. He then placed his hard, mushroom tip against the pink ring of my ass. Greyson took his lubed-up hand and started playing with my cock and ball sack as he slowly drove his cock further and further into my hole. 

    I began to moan loud, not having to care anymore if my roommate found out I had something up my ass and was enjoying it greatly. He pulled his cock out and pushed it back in harder, pile driving me into his submission. Faster and faster his cock pounded my ass. With every pound, my moans became increasingly loud. I knew I wanted him to do this to me for almost two years and I was going to make sure he knew this wasn’t like the time I got fucked in a parking lot by a random stranger. He was pounding me as fast as his hips could move forward and back. Greyson took his large hand and covered my mouth once again so I couldn’t moan anymore as his fucking suddenly slowed to a stop. I felt his cock expand and suddenly felt his massive load of warm liquid being shot deep inside of me.

    He slid his cock out of my hole and released my mouth from the grasp of his strong hand. He began taking my legs and putting them back down on the bed and repositioned himself so his cock was right above my mouth. I opened my lips wide enough for his cock to enter and I scraped all the cum off of him as he pulled his cock out. He was now all clean, besides the sweat which was dripping from his hair and the sweat glistening off of his chest.

    Greyson backed up so his cock was right above mine. He bent over and started kissing me with his tongue once again. In the middle of our beautiful kiss, his right hand began wrapping my cock below him, stroking it with the lube from earlier and precum which dripped out along the way. He stood on his knees and positioned my cock upright, directly in the path of his tasty hole. He sat down and in one smooth motion, I felt my cock penetrating deeper and deeper into his body. 

    I reached my hands out to touch his knees beside me and feel his chest, wet with sweat, as he rode me as fast as he could. I thrusted my hips up and down to match his ride and we were perfectly in synch, like all good friendships are. My cock was having the time of his life feeling every inch inside of Greyson’s tight hole. I was really giving it to him, as much as I could from below him. He predicted correctly that I loved to feel like I wasn’t in control of anything in these moments but he knew I enjoyed it too much to not move my hips to fuck him harder. 

    I stopped thrusting and began shooting load after cum load inside his hole. He kept riding me up and down, making the sensation much more intense and making me cum harder and faster. After my shots were all fired off, he bent down and we kissed once again. We kissed for quite some time, just him laying on top of me, making out. And I loved it. I had nowhere else in the world I would rather be than under him with his tongue in my mouth, letting me know I was his property now. Though our make-out session, my cum slowly dripped out from his ass onto my lower chest but I didn’t mind being wet. I just kept kissing him until we were too tired to kiss any longer.

    He got beside me on the bed and held me with one arm around my chest. “So, do I have to go back to my room now?” I asked him.

    “Alex, you can stay here if you want. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” He whispered in reply as he turned off the television and put his hand back over my chest, holding me in place, as if to tell me I wasn’t going anywhere even if I wanted to.

    I fell asleep quickly after, only now with a giant smile on my face and his sweaty and warm body skin-on-skin to my one side.

    The next morning I woke up before him but with his hand still over my chest, I didn’t have the heart to wake him. I just turned my head and watched him sleep for a while. Who knows how long I watched his eyelashes flutter and how many times he licked his lips with his tongue or how many tiny little snores his nose made or how many breaths of air I felt hit my shoulder. When he finally woke up, he saw me looking at him. “Are you staring at me again?” he whispered.

    “Maybe. You’re beautiful Grey.”

    “You really have a thing for watching people when they don’t know it, don’t you Alex? And what’s with Grey instead of Greyson?”

    “I don’t know, nickname maybe. Don’t you like it?” I replied.

    “It’s a nickname. I never had one before but I like it. Anyway, are you hungry for breakfast?”

    “Yeah. Are you hungry for breakfast?”

    “Starving after last night.”

    “Good” I replied as I turned over to kiss him. My right hand slowly made its way, softly gliding down his chest towards his cock. I kept kissing him as I wrapped my hand around his hairy cock and balls and played with them until he started growing harder and harder. I lifted my mouth from his and started kissing his neck and then chest.

    “I thought you were hungry for breakfast, Alex? Not that I mind.”

    “This is breakfast for me. Then you can have whatever you want for yours.” I replied to him between the kisses going down his chest. Eventually I came to his cock, standing 9 inches tall in front of me, towering above my eyes from this view. I circled the base of his cock with my tongue and began kissing and licking his hairy ball sack before licking the side of his shaft all the way up to the top. From the corner of my view, I could see him looking down at me with anticipation, knowing what was coming next. 

    I kissed his mushroom head and swallowed all 9 inches deep into my throat from having no gag reflex. “Holy shit, you go deep.” I heard him excitingly explain. I kept my lips tightly wrapped around his shaft as I sucked in air as hard as I could and made my way back to the top. I twisted my head slightly to one side, made my way back down all the way, then sucked on my way back up. I kept twisting my head, allowing him to feel a new sensation from a different angle each time as I played with his balls with my one hand and used my saliva as lube to wrap my hand in front of my lips and slide my hand up and down with my mouth, adding to the pleasure.

    He tasted like every good…nope, I’m wrong. He tasted like every great cock does. There was still a little sweat taste on his shaft from last night and his cock tastes like nothing else I could describe or compare to. Cocks are like that, they have their own unique but incredible taste to them. And honestly, it was a taste I haven’t had in a while but I loved the taste on him. So, I didn’t mind that it was taking him a little bit to work up his cum. He edges himself and that’s what edging trains you for, stamina to go for a while. But seeing that I love the taste, it was all the better for me.

    On another trip down to have his cock deep in my throat, I felt his cock stiffen more than it was before and widen in girth slightly. I backed off, wanting for his cum to shoot into my mouth, not in the back of my throat where I couldn’t taste it. He shot on the roof of my mouth and it was powerful. It felt like rockets of warm cum being thrusted inside the roof of my mouth. And the best part was, all his cum accumulated on my tongue, letting me taste his sweet cum for as long as I wanted. 

    I backed my head up, slowly sliding his cock out of my mouth, cleaning it off on the way. But he placed both his hands on the back of my head and forced me back down on his cock. He wasn’t letting me go until I swallowed his entire load. I guess he wanted to make sure I was full for breakfast. But after three big gulps, it was all warming my tummy and fuck, did it taste amazing! 

    He let my head go and sure enough, Greyson didn’t want a regular breakfast either. He saw my cock was hard and went straight for it with his mouth as soon as he was free from my head being on top of him. He devoured it like a hungry canine who waited all day for breakfast. I held onto his hair as I enjoyed his wet and soft touch of his lips quickly swallowing and slowly releasing my shaft. It didn’t take me near as long. After all, I was pretty much hard as a stick before he even woke up. 

    I shot a warm load deep into his throat as I heard him loudly gagging on my shaft and cum. He was swallowing it as I was shooting it but his gagging sound just made me more excited and made me cum an even larger load. He came up for air a few seconds after gulping down the last drop. 

    After both of us took a moment to breath and have both of our cocks calm down from the excitement of the night, we decided to go to an actual restaurant for breakfast. Normally, a load of cum is filling but the exercise involved in fucking each direction last night and giving each other blowjobs this morning made us both starving for even more. So, he got dressed in his room and I began to get dressed in mine. But because I wanted to look good for him on our first day out together, I took a minute choosing a t-shirt when he came into my bedroom and started talking from behind me. “I think this will make a nice sized office for us…What do you think, Alex? My desk over here and yours over there on the far wall?” 

    “Office? but then where am I going to sleep every night?” I replied, still picking a shirt out.

    “My bed, silly. Now, pick a shirt, I’m starving.”

    “Okay, but I want to look nice for you.”

    “We’re going to McDonalds. We don’t smell good enough for anywhere fancier.”

    “You smell great, just the right amount of sweat.”

    “You’re cute Alex, but we smell so McDonald’s then we can come home and get a shower together so we can go somewhere else later.”

    “Wow. Shower together?”

    “What? So, you’re telling me you don’t want to come home and jerk off thinking about last night? Why would I let you do that…and let you use your Fleshjack again or those crusty socks I always find in the laundry bin? No, the days of you having to do things by yourself are over, Alex. You’re all mine now and I plan on using you in every room in the apartment, even our new office.”

  • Douglas in residence

    Exhilarated beyond any point in my life, then so appalled by what I discovered, my flight home from Europe took place in a state of gloom.

    The opportunity to teach in a newly-funded, idealistically-founded school at a good salary for a year had emboldened me to seek an unpaid year’s leave of absence from my assistant professorship. Our new Dean, who disliked me almost from the moment he saw how readily I mixed with students, the high level of approval for my courses and private lessons in each term from students and colleagues, quickly granted the request and had suitable papers drawn up for us both to sign. His smile, which most of learned was counterfeit, should have been a clue to his confidence that my absence would allow him no opposition to his small-minded plans.

    Near campus, my small house stood readily rentable. I needed to rent it to cover each month’s mortgage payments and to have it occupied. Someone reliable appeared in the form of a nineteen-year-old undergraduate, clear-faced Douglas W., whom I knew enough to trust. He had been among students from the campus dorm I had had at my dinner table under casual, slightly celebratory circumstances, so had that level of acquaintance with the place. He moved in his things the day before I left, sleeping that night in my small guest room.

    We ate breakfast in the friendliest fashion, said our goodbyes, and off I went for the year. Almost from the greeting I received at Geneva’s airport, feelings of unease crept in. The man who drove me began to speak about “certain changes” in management and direction. The “Institute” was being reconceived. The buildings promised for offices and classrooms were never committed by the local government of the small Alpine town, so other arrangements were being made. The American students I had recruited were almost the only enrollees. The number of Europeans hardly counted. Virtually none of the equipment I had specified as necessary for my teaching had been ordered. No, the library of reference materials had not materialized. In fact, the single donor, an Italian of immense wealth (believe it, from garbage removal in Rome), had reneged on what I had been told was his pledge. Far less, it seemed, was made available as he lost confidence in the Institute’s founder – a man who had lied, among other things, about the availability of facilities. The whole thing a folly.

    In short, I personally faced disaster. Guilt weighed on me for unwittingly having distributed beautifully prepared brochures, intellectually inspiring syllabi, and having transmitted thousands of dollars in prepaid tuition to the Institute’s bank account. The more I learned the more horrified I became. Within four days and their dreadful revelations, my only thought was to escape. And I did. Without telling anyone.

    First, I stopped at friends’ in London where their sympathies assured me that, if I sped back home, I might stop such funds as were yet to be transferred and return them appropriately with letters of explanation to spare students as much as possible. Thus, my unpleasant, hasty flight back across the Atlantic.

    An ancillary worry was about Douglas. There had been no time to notify him of my return nor to think of how to handle that situation. A taxi deposited me and my luggage at a time when my renter was in class. Immediately, I telephoned the Dean who was totally uninterested in my return or its predicaments.

    “Your position is filled.” After listening to my pleas for help, there came, “You have no recourse. I cannot help you. The job’s yours again in twelve months.”

    That I fretted for the next hours comes nowhere close to describing my uncertainty. When Douglas appeared bug-eyed at my presence in the living room, I had to explain, to ask for understanding, for accommodation. He reacted sweetly. We could share the house. Would that be acceptable to me? Perhaps with his paying half the rent of our handshake agreement?

    I had to agree. I knew my salary from Switzerland would cease. There was in reserve a certain amount in my checking account and some small savings in another. I might make it.

     From his groceries, Douglas fed us that evening. Time approached to go to bed. I offered to take the single bed in the guest room so that he could remain in my room’s double bed. He politely offered the contrary – which made me feel worse. I was at such an obvious, perhaps piteous loss, he eventually said, “I don’t mind sharing the double if you don’t mind. I never liked sleeping in a single bed.” I didn’t but…. 

    Uneasy was that night. He wore flannel pyjamas, I my briefs. Each clung to his side. And the next couple, but home cooked meals with my broader range of groceries than his did free up conversation. I heard a good deal of what was going on at the University, especially of Douglas’ disappointment in two classes that would normally have been on my teaching schedule.

    “That’s why I registered for them. Friends said how good you were, how much they learned from you….”

    Regret tinged his voice.

    After discussing matters further, I ventured, “No one will know. I’ll tutor you in both so you, in turn, can lead the class.”

    At bedtime, Douglas beat me to the side near the lamp and was reading a paperback he’d come across in the backroom closet, one I’d missed. “Lust Farm” was not what he thought it might be. I spotted it; he saw me looking at it in his hands. There was a moment of silence before he blushed, guilt on his face.

    “Doug, that may not be for you.”

    “Bob told me that…you knew about stuff like this. He’s kind of queer, isn’t he?”

    “I’ve talked with Bob about some things but that’s just between us. May I ask you, why he said anything to you?”

    “I’m ashamed to.”

    “Nonsense,” I said, lifting back the bedspread, light blanket, and sheet and taking my place. Our heads were side by side on our pillows. His eyes were flickering back and forth at the ceiling. I turned to look at him. “Doug, lift up your head.” My arm slipped beneath his neck. “Come over here.”

    He rolled my way but remained very still.

    “You want to know, don’t you?”

    Doug nodded against my shoulder. His breath was quickening.

    “Want me to touch you?”

    “It’s okay.”

    Rather than where he thought I would reach, my fingertips stroked his exposed cheek. With a tiny sound, he brought his other arm across me. My forefinger and thumb found his earlobe and traced the whorls above. A distinct shiver rewarded me.

    “Doug, roll back a little. I want to feel you here,” I whispered as I found his cock, limp under his pajama pants. How frightened could he be? Gentle manipulations accomplished nothing. His drawstring gave way to my hand and his warm flesh remained soft. Balls being touched brought no response. Perhaps lips and tongue might rev him a bit? He let me press him to his back and pull off those pants. I bent down, took the cock in my mouth, used my tongue, sucked. The droopy few inches were not roused. How strange was that?

    Feet to the floor, I moved to the end of the bed and knelt directly over his pelvis and retook what lay there flaccid by mouth. That time, determined to produce the usual response – say, like Bob’s had been the first time – I ran my hands along his lower side and up, under his top, to his chest to glance over its nipples. Instant rigor, not of the cock, but of Doug’s whole body – and a great hiss of air.

    “Oh! Oh!” he gasped. “Oh!” He pushed at my hands. That meant I was getting somewhere so, deliberately but without force, cock in my mouth, I began pinching the little things. His cock and his nipples hardened to such pants and puffs as I have never heard. Neighbors might have been alarmed at his near yell. He jetted and jetted the thickest, most bitter ejaculate of my experience. My mouth rejected the acrid stuff all over his crotch.

    He lay there helpless, inhaling almost frantically. A towel fetched from the bathroom, I cleaned him and my soiled mouth. Went back to rinse. Gargled some mouthwash. Drew him a paper cup of cool water and made him sip it.

    Only when he had calmed did I stretch out again. A thought came. Using my best classroom voice, I ordered him to lie on top of me which, obediently, he did. And relaxed. We were chest to chest, ears against ears at first. To breathe, he turned his face from my pillow. I lightly patted his butt.

    “Tell me, Doug.”

    For the longest while, he seemed to be thinking. I stared at the ceiling, only making slow rubs of butt and back.

    “I can’t come.”

    “You just did, Doug.” With an encouraging squeeze, I waited.

    “I mean, sometimes, if I play with my chest long enough and, you know, jerk with my other hand. It takes forever.” Breaks in his speech suggested he might cry. I held him tight again.

    “What’s wrong with me?”

    My speculation was, “Could be you’re wired differently than other guys. Lie still. I want to try something.”

    He was content to allow one hand’s path down to his waist and to the other’s, which reached the mounds beyond, further progress interrupted by my realization of Doug’s body being smooth, uncommonly so. Like some Asians. I remembered feeling only a few hairs nesting in the center of his chest and that his pubes were not dense. Plus, it dawned on me that he must be aware of my own erection onto which his floppy genitals were pressed.

    It came as no surprise that my fingers found his small crevice to be hairless and sweaty, its anus taut to the point of hardly being there. I had to ask, “Doug, when you go to the bathroom back here, is that difficult?”

    “Sometime I push hard. My poop’s always been small, not like some I’ve seen in the dorm’s stalls – you know, unflushed.”

    “Is this unpleasant?” I asked as my middle finger petted the tiny buttonhole.

    “Feels kind of funny.”

    “Doug, don’t get off but see whether you can reach in that drawer over there for the Vaseline jar. I want to show you something.”

    He could. He did. He handed it to me. “What are you going to do?” The question was wary.

    A dab on my finger, transferred to his anus, facilitated smooth rotations at a snail’s pace clockwise and counter-so. “Now, humor me. I have an idea you may like. Raise yourself off my chest. Give us a little space there.” My left hand, which had been holding one butt cheek, dipped its thumb into the Vaseline there and journeyed to Doug’s nearest nipple, now exposed. It slid seductively about the aureole before tapping its center. A mild battery charge might have had equal effect. Doug clasped his buttocks, trapping my fingers there, while throwing back his head for a deep intake of air – and held himself in position, rapt.

    Assistance of a sort, I hoped.

    Movement against my erection by his cock. If most of him was transfixed by the dual stimulation, his cock was alive and growing. Persistence paid off. He could hardly believe his unwilled thrusts. I saw it on his tense face, its eyes not daring to open. Pure sensation had its claim on him. Pressure on the low muscle by my greased finger wedged its tip only halfway to its first knuckle yet that sufficed to send him careening into orgasm again.

    The mess between us bothered me not at all. Doug rolled to his back while dribbling as the passion subsided. I brought another damp cloth to mop up the smelly evidence of what had happened. My tender ministrations did something to him. Doug started to cry.

    “Shhh…it’s over now. You’re all right.” I kissed his cheek. Tasted the slight salt of a tear. “Get under the covers and switch off the lamp. Time for sleep. I’ll be beside you like before” Finally as I took my side, “See you at breakfast.”

                                                                                    *

    Four weeks were devoted to entering and opening Douglas. Passive totally, non-participatory, he willingly accepted a knuckle, two, my longest finger, a wax taper from my dining room table and its painstaking pistonings the fewest few inches, then four, five, and six, to feel, even to appreciate it being left securely in place, stationary, while on his back – as long as I attended to his expectant nipples.

    Our nights passed thus. The progression toward what I wanted from him, capitulation to and enjoyment of my nigh-seven inches while he came, was as constant as our days. No mention over mostly pleasant breakfasts of any previous night nor reference to what might lie ahead following suppers kept him – my guess was – free of guilt. After all, he never once displayed any interest in my sexual release. If anything about what we did preyed on his mind, there was no show of it. He remained passive and continued to be receptive.

    The dogged weeks went by. Now and again, my mouth took his cock and balls for caresses as I faced between his legs and tickled his ever-ready nips. So liberated had the curious fellow’s glands become that his emissions were not half bad. Oral sex was never granted until he housed that wax taper. Oddly, initial push-through always met gasket-tight sphincter – until I slicked his bottom with Wesson Oil.

    Whoo!

    Right in, and well-gripped, that candle-stem delivered Doug’s rectum exercises of lewd excitement. I left it placed one night for so long that, when extracted, it had been softened into the twist inside. Such body heat! Subsequent room temperature set the curve.

    My housemate’s time had come.

    Monday night beginning our fifth week. Wesson Oil on hands. Naked Doug on knees, bent over, chest to the bed, arms clutched to his sides. One and two dripping fingers in and out. Candle curve the same. My inches straining to explore. The truth of initial insertion. An exclamation – music to my ears. Astonishment of some unknown kind as two kinds of flesh met.

    By Friday and well after an event at the University, Douglas’s nipples were on high alert as I tweaked them until he knew what it was to be bottomed-into. I fucked him and fucked him and prodded the on-buttons of his heaving chest and kept fucking until he came into my bedspread.

    For the term’s remainder, we ritualized those wordless exchanges of bodies and needs. They turned clockwork perfect. Whether on his knees, his back, flat out on his stomach; whether my hands held his hips or shoulders; whether teeth bit his nipples or fingers pinched – mine preferably, his if need be – Douglas got fucked.

    Final exams loomed, my bed-mate bright-faced and confident. His semester’s work steadily had improved from Cs and Bs to Bs and As – attributable, he once managed to say, to my guidance and “special tutoring.” Quite an admission for one so taciturn personally.

    While gone for hours at a time to prove himself to various professors and their assistants, Doug turned up in my consciousness a lot. His preference to be face-down over face-forward during what passed between us – except nights before exams, when I wanted him to build up steam – struck me as evidence he wished to avoid even the appearance of emotion. Lips-to-lips kisses where shunned. Those from behind to the back of his neck, its hairless nape, his ticklish ears, his downy cheeks seemed to register with him as permissible, even desirable as long as his chest received the attention it had to have. Must say, I was smitten.

    The trimester ended just before Christmas holidays. We set up a small spruce in my living room and decorated it with two strings of lights, some tinsel, and the few ornaments I had. A couple of days before all the students went home, I invited a dozen or so for punch and cookies. During the simple festivity, tall Bob F. sidled up to me in the kitchen.

    Because we had been intimate several times the year before, he took the liberty to ask in a hushed, breathy voice, “You gotta tell me what you’ve b-been doing with Doug.”

    I glanced over my shoulder as I stirred together more ginger ale and orange sherbet. “Oh?”

    “Don’t look at me that way. I know y-you’ve been up to something – m-maybe a lot – with him. I can tell.”

    “Oh?” Bob’s slight stammer never failed to catch my sympathy. He was a big boy with a big heart and – well, more on another occasion. There is more to tell. I mean, he had more (cock); we had more (sex).

    “He’s been smiling way m-m-more than he used to ’n’ getting g-good grades. He’s comin’ out of his shell. Why, he’s even chatting up L-Lucy, that dippy virgin.”

    “Here, dear, take this in and refill the punch bowl. I promise to tell – later.”

    “I’m dyin’ to know. Tell me ’n’ I’ll tell you something you don’t know.”

    “Get in there. I’ll bring more Pecan Sandies.”

    Alleged virgin Lucy A. was off in a corner with Doug, the others sitting or milling about happily. Blond Peter D., later a distinguished dental surgeon, was showing off the wall and woodwork he had helped me paint back in the Summer. Cute tush on that one, but likely a risk not to be taken.

    Julie S., something of a writing talent, had in tow two English majors, Bill J. and George O., both tempting, I felt. Fine figures. Both savvy. Nicely mannered and smart, that trio of friends had finessed last year’s Humanities course.

    Not a soul paid more than glancing regard for my scrawny tree. It received a passing chuckle or two.

     Lora L., who had brought a date I didn’t know, Victor-somebody, was pointing to my framed prints of Japanese woodcuts and telling what she could remember of Hiroshige. Thin-frame Vic, pretended interest but was stealing quick side views of other boys.

    Pat V., Orson C., and freckled Pollyanna McB. were wandering through the guest room which Doug and I had arranged to seem proper for a student and, as I glimpsed, through the bathroom between there and my bedroom in the front of the house. They popped back just as refreshments were replenished. Orson was showing his endowment more than usual. Spirits ran high.

    We sang a few carols as mobs do before the girls helped with the clean-up and everyone donned jackets, coats, mufflers, and gloves, said good-byes with best wishes, and left. Doug, holding Lucy’s hand, was among those at the door.

    “I’m going to walk Lucy back to the dorm. See you after a while.” What was asserting itself?

    Bob, an eyebrow lifted, said, “I’ll stay ’n’ keep you c-company ’til Doug g-gets back.”

    Until the coast was clear, we regarded each other with smirks.

    Bob sidled close. “Let’s go in there,” he inclined his head toward my room. “Doug’ll be gone at least an hour. We can m-make out. Want to?”

    “Not sure that’s a good idea,” I pretended doubt while thinking what a different partner he had been in our earlier liaisons – hot blooded and passionate. “But we can talk, if you like. I want to hear about who’s been tricking with you.”

    On the bed, he said, “C-Cooper, is Doug any good? You know what I mean. C’mon, you owe me.”

    “I do?”

    “You don’t remember? I introduced you to Doug last year. Got him to come for one of your dinners. He attracted the hell out of me – his soft brown hair, his – what? – understated way of moving, his deferential reaction to you. I wanted to get in his pants. Instead, you got into mine. Or don’t you remember that?

    He took my nearest hand to his hill-like bulge. Cursory touches revealed Bob’s whopper coming to life. I drew his hand to my own burgeoning equipment. Our eyes met, then our lips.

    I backed off. “I do remember. One thing though, before I may have to jump your bones.”

    Fingers already were at his zipper.

    “What’s that?” he beamed.

    “How many people have you told about our tricking last Spring?”

    With hesitation, he replied, “Just t-two – Lon and David – and they’re okay. Lon, remember, is the slender guy with all those blond curls you said reminded you of some statue-or-other. And, David – the way y-you ogle his butt….”

    “David? Oh yes.” I dropped my voice, “Are they trustworthy?”

    He studied me for the merest of seconds. “Honey, Lon’s not about to tell anybody anything because he’s got the hots for you, and that prim David – scared to come out because he’s Catholic – would probably c-cave to your s-subtleties.”

    That encouraged me. “Take your pants off and lie back.”

    Bob’s lower garments flew – shoes and socks, pants, underwear – as I sought my Vaseline. Retaining my shirt in like fashion, and with full-staff cock greased, I sank between his upraised legs and started to talk. Bob, as always, was a wild ride. Wilder than our last time due, I think, to my running account of deflowering Douglas.

    Time got away from us. We were having a fun-fuck. The squeak of my front screen door meant only one thing. Full panic mode did not prevent my hearing Doug drop his keys and utter a mild curse. We gained a few precious seconds before there were sounds rattling at the front door.

    Bob grabbed his things and bolted for the bathroom. My articles were kicked summarily under the bed along with the Vaseline jar while I threw on my robe and smoothed the covers. At just the right moment, my breath forced to seem normal, I walked to open the door with a cheery, if rather louder than usual, “There you are. Cold?”

    He looked about. “Yes. Where’s Bob? Is he still here?”

    “In the bathroom. I think he had too much of the punch and cookies. He’s been in there a while.”

    Suspicion tinged Doug’s, “And you just happen to have on your robe?”

    Trapped, I lied again. “I was getting ready for bed while all that puking was going on. What else could I do?”

    About then, Bob emerged fully clad, a hand towel to his mouth. “I gotta go. C-c-cleaned up as much as I c-could in there but I opened the window and closed both doors. Let it air out for a w-while.” With no more words, he went to the closet for his winter wear, managed a thank-you and left before Doug, yet bundled up, could say a word to him.

    “The punch and cookies tasted okay. I don’t think they made him sick.”

    “Must be some bug he caught,” I was offhand.

    Doug hung his things. I moved close to wipe off some lipstick. He hung his head. Suddenly, he turned my way, “I made out with Lucy.”

    “How’d it make you feel?”

    “Dumb. She’s way better at it than….”

    I shushed him with a finger. “Now, now. Go take a hot shower. You’re frustrated. I’ll help you get past it.”

    I raised the thermostat’s setting a few degrees.

    Twenty minutes later, pink glow to his wonderful skin and clean all over, Doug accepted his position beneath the covers I held out for him and put his head, damp and smelling of my floral shampoo, to my shoulder. “What’s wrong with me?” – a question he had asked before.

    “Nothing we can’t fix together.”

    Over the next hour, we did.

    A pillow, doubled under his stomach, raised his desired part to a height that his balls and otherwise unresponsive cock could be pulled to hang down – where I could penetrate him to the max and my own balls would swing into his continuously. I say continuously because I cycled to and fro in him for riveting, long-drawn spells between coaxing his nipples to hardness in short bursts. Just enough to cause reflexive pushes back before he settled into the mysterious world of his bottom’s role as a paradise for me. That is, until the effect wore on him and further tweaking was in order to send his tail spinning around my fleshy root for another sustained period.

    Needed to keep him busy – on edge. Plans were entering my mind.

    Moans spoke for him. Doug was approaching the limits of endurance. Nonetheless, his nipples took severe pinches. Delight for the masochist their possessor perhaps was. The head of my cock bore with determination into his prostate and battered it. My drawn-up balls banged his perineum, Doug’s uncomfortable, downward-pointed erection spurted furiously. He seemed to collapse – as if he’d become part of our sweat-soaked oneness with the bed – heaving for air.

    My anatomy remained firm in its now-soft, clinging home. A solid presence. That I hadn’t come inspired a thought. This might be a further teachable moment, if you pardon the use of an educational term.

    “Doug, you can breathe easier on your back. Let’s roll together so you’re on top.”

    “Hunngh?” he gasped.

    I tugged him atop. “Now sit up and turn yourself around without coming off. You can do it. Use your hands and feet – like that. Keep going. All the way ’round. I’ll lie you back. Let me help with your legs. Uh-huh. Hang them on my arms. Amazing, isn’t it? I’m centering you for a very special lesson.”

    Bleary-eyed, possibly insensible, he complied. Made not a move. Lay there supine, taking breaths. Skewered. Think cock-as-fulcrum.

    As tenderly as possible, although raging to ram him until I blasted deep, I used a hand to wipe his brow. Calmly blew some air to his flickering eyes, which closed. Felt his lips with a slightly greasy finger. “There, Douglas – you rest. Just listen. Nod if you hear me.”

    He did.

    “If our being joined starts to bother you, your eyes can signal it. You can count on me to stimulate your chest – because this is going to need time. I want you with me all the way.”

    Lips parted fractionally for me to hear his close-to-inaudible, “Okay.” Slight breath around my fingertip thrilled. No objection to my being lodged as I was in his innermost.

    “Yes, you’ve no experience in what girls want. You’re afraid, Doug. You’ve been afraid these three months. Not of me. No, not of me. Of yourself. You’ve almost never reached for me, never reacted except to what I initiate, avoided the intimacy of sharing a kiss, haven’t embraced me with a show of emotion.”

    He frowned. “I’m not queer.”

    “Nobody thinks you are. I certainly don’t. Forget that.” I delivered a reminder of where I was.

    “You haven’t let me show you emotion, only sex at its most raw.” In an ear, I whispered, “Don’t get me wrong. I’ve loved opening you for sex. Your body is a great place to fuck – like I want to do now some more.” In my lowest voice, “I haven’t come yet.”

    His dark brown, amber-shot eyes, under a knit brow, opened.

    I plied both nipples enough that he wriggled against me and closed my view of those windows shading Doug’s personal world. What I said next cracked his shell a bit. It was a tactic about taking charge, about having the confidence to do so. “Think of how Lucy would have responded if you’d stood before her, your hands on her shoulders, and looked straight into her eyes, and said as you pulled her close, ‘Your lips are so beautiful, I must do this,’ then canted your head slightly to kiss her, merely pursing your lips to hers and moving them side to side.”

    He opened his eyes, stared into mine rather pleadingly, and took away my breath by half-saying, half-asking, “Show…me?”

    An extraordinary moment, one in which I could feel his chest appropriately, stroke some inches down below, and caress his lips with mine. Without interrupting the magic, I took all three sets of motions further, screwing into him with cock and tongue. The desire to rush forward had to be quelled. What if I were to disgust him? What if he were to rebel?

    I withdrew my tongue to his lips which had a quiver to them. “Kiss my tongue – just its tip.”

    His primitive effort caused a clench to my cock. There was no lessening of his stiffness which was wetting my stomach. Another good sign. This was a right tack.

    “That’s how you warm a girl, Doug. But don’t go beyond that the first time.  Keep it simple and brief. You smile, perhaps rub the tip of your nose against hers. You say, ‘It’s been great. Let me know about next time.’ Then say good-night and leave.”

    “Can I really do that?”

    “You can.”

    “I shouldn’t ask when I could see her again?”

    “No, Doug. There’s a cryptic message in there. You’ll make it incumbent on her to seek you. By nothing more than your kiss and your few words, you will indicate that you might consider a request to get together again. Implicit is that you’ll lead her into something more.”

    His consideration showed up as blushing cheeks. “I want to.”

    “How much?”

    “A lot.”

    “Then you have a much to learn.” He accepted a nudge in the right place.

    “While I fuck you, close your eyes and practice with me. Forget what’s going on below your neck. Concentrate on how expressive silent mouths can be. Imitate me. I’ll show you the stages of kissing. After each, imagine I’m Lucy and return that kiss exactly. My lips are going to be stand-ins for Lucy’s until you’ve shown them that you know what to do.”

    A tricky feat, yet he tried it, this nineteen-year-old who wasn’t queer. And oh my god how I fucked him. Intensely, more so than ever. So firmly, it rocked him like a rag doll. A pause allowed his head to rest as my mouth took his. I played over his teeth with my tongue, ran it over his gums, piled into him, waited, and at last knew what Doug’s tongue, smaller than my own, was like when used volitionally.

    “Not bad. Do that again. Show me, Doug.” He did, several times, the last as I commenced to screw into him for good. That made him blink.

    The further my tongue sought to invade Doug’s oral areas, the more persuasion he required. He backed his tongue against the roof of his mouth as if to block my way. What choice had I but to slide against the roof of his mouth and force his tongue flat? Total access was mine, secured by tit action and drives into his now bucking bottom.

    Out went the notion of developing oscular skills by steps. Passion – all of mine and some of his – took over. When my tongue tickled his uvula, Doug gagged, spasming his throat and, by reflex, lower tract and forcing him to fuck with friction my hair-covered stomach. Saliva inundated our mouths. His sperm gushed onto me. Mine flooded, then overflowed his rectal chamber. Obscene noises and odoriferous juices brought us to conclusion which mingled pain with dizzying joy.

    Some minutes were necessary to cool. Although Doug was growing restless and the hour was late, I insisted that we sponge ourselves off, strip the bed, and remake it before retiring. Naked, we did. My furnace’s efficiency had generated a temperature so pleasant that we slept together without any articles of clothing. Another first.

    Breakfast the morning after happened surprisingly early. There was Doug’s last-minute packing to complete before heading upstate to his family for the holidays, so I did the honors. He arrived in my robe! Without so much as a glance my way, he sniffed the coffee, managed a nod of approval, did not take a sip, watched me place a plate of eggs and sausage before him, lifted a fork, put it down, and said distinctly, “You made my head spin with your rush to climax. You taunted me really mean-like – and all that kissing stuff!”

    I sat with my plate. His face was hard to read. The eggs were good. I picked up a sausage and sucked the link before biting its tip. No reaction. Whether what I should have said is what I said remains moot.

    “The thought of your nakedness under my robe turns me on.”

    He ate a bit and drank rather more of the hot coffee than was his habit. Something was about to come forth.

    “I’m going to tell you good news and bad news.”

    While I waited, he forked in more of the breakfast and downed the rest of his cup.

    “I’m wearing your robe because I’m going to let you pretend you own me one last time before I leave.” His free hand indicated I was not to interrupt. “I’m going to ask Lucy over lunch to get an apartment with me for next term. I won’t be back here. You’ll have to cover your own mortgage payments.”

    “And why is that?”

    He finished eating, then held out his cup for a refill – I thought, presumptuously.

    I did his will. Poured and sat back.

    “I like this too much. I want to be straight. Lucy – well, I need my chance with her.”

    Nonplussed, I asked, “And if she won’t, what then?”

    “I’ll go back to the dorm.”

    “Let’s do the dishes.”

    As we took our places for me to begin washing and he drying, he reached into a pocket of my robe and withdrew his personally-contoured wax candle which he handed over.

    “I put Vaseline on it and on me. Merry Christmas, Cooper.”

    Was ever there a finer farewell gift than those words for a man such as I and where they took us in the next hour?

    When I waved Doug and his boxes and bags off, it was with a song in my heart and a lump in my throat.


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  • Brent

    James B

    Tony was a quiet authoritative guy.  I never saw him get mad, but I also never saw him not get his way.  He didn’t ask for much, and I never saw him not get what he asked for.

    So the camping trip was on.  It was Tuesday.  The plan was to leave Thursday night, and probably come back late Saturday, maybe Sunday.  Within a day it was clear that there would be 7 of us:  Tony, Elmer, Brent, me, Elmer’s two older brothers, Ron and Clay, and James.

    Tony told us Ron and Clay would help put things together.  I didn’t really even dare ask whose idea it was to invite James.  It was pretty clear things were being decided way above me.

    James was a year or two younger than Elmer, and a couple years older than Brent and I.  I understood James was a friend of their family, but I underestimated Tony’s planning.

    Tony knew a lot about lots of people, mostly through what he saw at the pool, it seemed.  I guess I was pretty naive about how much went on, as well as about how easily people gave themselves away.

    Ron and Clay were built a lot like Elmer.  Very nice bodies, decent dicks, pretty smooth. Brent was the most hung it seemed, even if it was less thick than at least Tony.  Tony seemed longer than his boys/stepsons, but not as long as Brent.  And Tony was the hairiest of all–and probably trimmed as well.

    James was as hairy as Tony, and built a fair bit like Elmer, only with a bit more muscle. Dickwise I should have been on notice since Tony had privately told me he had a surprise for me, but I was still mostly in the mode of having a good time servicing Brent and Elmer, and just barely getting started trying to figure out Tony.  The Brett incident still made me wonder, as well as Tony’s making me call him daddy, all the time now.

    Tony told me James’ dick was as long as Brent’s, and thicker than Tony’s.  But I’m ahead of myself.

    Thurday evening after work we met to head off camping.  We were all going in Tony’s camper, with what I would learn was a 4-person tent thrown in.  Tony seemed to be arranging things until the last minute, when he decided that his three boys would drive the camper, and the other four of us would ride inside the camper.

    My heart still races now, remembering how it finally occurred to me that we weren’t just going to hang out in the woods.  I would learn later that Tony was well aware that Tony knew Brent and Elmer had already dumped in me, both that morning as well as that afternoon in Tony’s basement.  Tony had also shot in me, twice at the pool.

    Tony made some kind of strange comment to Elmer about keeping the window shut from the truck to the camper, as well as something that seemed to indicate Elmer’s task was to bring Ron and Clay up to speed.

    So the odd ones out were James, from me fairly obviously, and me, apparently obvious to everyone except me.  Tony introduced me to James as we got into the camper, making sure I shook James’ hand, and even adding his hand to a three-way shake, making sure James grasped my hand pretty tightly.  Brent smiled, and grabbed his crotch.  And there we were headed off for an hour or so drive up into the mountains.

    Right out of the block, Tony said “So who do we start with, showing you to James or having James show himself to you?”  All three of them laughed, and Tony told me to strip.

    I did, starting with my shirt.  When James saw my chubby tits, he reached out his hand and touched one:  “Damn.  Even nicer than you told me.”  Brent grabbed his crotch again: “I’ve always loved his tits.”

    I was almost panting.  Tony told me to take my time, and told James to take his as well. James took that as an invitation to feel both my tits, and squeeze one of my nipples. Brent was quickly going hard in his pants.

    I took off my shoes and socks.  As I leaned over of course my tits sagged.  James squoze them again, and grabbed his crotch.  Tony directed me to turn around and face the bed as I dropped my pants, together at Tony’s direction with my underwear, as James moved one of his hands from my tit to my ass cheeks.

    Tony added his hand to the mix, and slid one finger in my hole, doing his best to make some of the day’s cum slip onto his finger.  James put both hands on my ass cheeks and pried it open, as Tony put in a second finger.  “You’re in for a great weekend, James.” Tony then took his cum-wet finger and put it in my mouth, as Brent closed the curtains to the front of the truck.  “Take your time, James.  I promise you’ll get everything you could hope for.”

    I was shaking, and naked.  Tony turned me around and kissed me, right there in front of Brent and James.  I was certain Brent had never seen that before.  “Take your time unpacking him, son.”

    And then Tony directed me to kneel down in between James’ legs.  I rubbed up his legs, as James grabbed my right tit one more time.  I am still nervous thinking about what it was like to slowly move my hands up to James’ belt.  James was going to help, but Tony stopped him.  Brent was going harder:  “Fuck.  And I thought I was done being horny for the day.”

    James had this huge belt that I finally undid, then I started unbuttoning his jeans.  It was already clear he was packing some serious meat.  “Damn.  I am trying so hard not to go hard too early.”  Tony smiled:  “Try harder.”

    I felt James’ boxers, then slipped my hand inside.  I couldn’t quite get my hand around the base of his semi-hard dick, which was already wet with pre-cum.  Tony took one hand and peeled back some of the skin from James’ dick, and with the other pushed my mouth towards it.  He laughed:  “The boy is so damn nervous.  Give him a taste.”

    James’ precum was somehow sweetest I had tasted, it seemed.  He almost seemed to be peeing it out.  I had never seen that before.  As Tony got Brent involved with pushing my head on while Tony’s squoze James’ base, and totally peeled back the skin.

    James’ dickhead was amazing.  Oozing and oozing precum, it was huge, with a long piss slit.  I put my hand in under Tony’s at the base, and my other hand just around his dickhead while I squoze out even more precum.  James was going harder and harder. Brent was undoing his pants to let his dick out as well.  Tony followed shortly thereafter.

    Tony slowed the whole process down:  “You pleased, James?”

    James laughed:  “I am sure you didn’t tell me about these tits.  Or that his mouth was so skilled already.”  He laughed again:  “I hope you’ve left me something to train here.”

    With that Tony smiled at Brent:  “Thank Brent for much of it.  We’re going to have such a good weekend.”

    … moving forward as James B.


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  • Vitruvian Man

    When I met Bob Hough, I thought he was incredibly sexy. Bob was six-foot-four-inches tall and in my opinion, he was incredibly good-looking. Bob had the look of the more masculine movie stars from a bygone era, and could definitely be described as a Robert Mitchum lookalike. We met while doing an army stint together. In South Africa, military service for white guys was compulsory in the sixties, seventies, eighties, and only ended in the early nineties when it became clear that the apartheid era was finally coming to an end.

    Not wanting to bore you with all the details of the national service requirements, let me briefly report that both Bob and I had done our compulsory two year stretch in the late nineteen-seventies. Regrettably, at the government’s discretion, further three-month camps thereafter, were often an additional requirement. It was on one of these camps that we met. Luckily, being self-employed, I submitted a lawyer’s letter to explain that my business would be destroyed as a result of my absence and therefore, fortunately only ended up doing three weeks of the stint before my appeal was accepted. Bob, however, had to endure the full three month camp.

    During my three week spell Bob and I became rather good buddies. We shared the same music taste and both loved art.

    Upon my departure we swapped telephone numbers, promising to get in touch once Bob had finished his army camp.

    I was delighted four months later when I got a call from Bob. Consequently, I invited him to a lunch at my home.

    I was very interest to see what my boyfriend would make of him. I was sure that Peter, my lover, would be enamoured with Bob. Apart from Bob’s good-looks, Bob also had the most beautiful large masculine feet and hands. For Peter who had a complete hands and foot fetish, I knew that Bob would totally blow Peter’s mind.

    When Bob, Doreen, his pregnant wife, and their son Garth arrived for Sunday lunch, Peter’s eyes were practically spinning in his head. My assumption had proved to be totally correct.

    I cannot say that it was a memorable visit. Firstly, there was a definite tension between Bob and his wife. Secondly, their three-year-old son was a real brat, but fortunately, finally fell asleep. As Bob and I took a tour of my garden, Bob told me that his was miffed about Doreen’s pregnancy, because they had agreed that they would only have one child.

    Over the following twenty-two years before Bob emigrated, we remained friends. We never saw a great deal of one another, except for in final two years before Bob left the country. We did, however, get together at least four times a year.

    ***

    At this point, I need to give a brief history about Bob’s life over this period I knew him:

    Shortly after his first visit to my home, Bob built the most spectacular house. Because Bob was the sales manager for a firm that sold cement, coupled with the fact that his dad and two of his three brothers were builders, enabled Bob to build his home for a fraction that it would normally cost.

    He only lived in the home for two years before selling it. This came about when he and Doreen got divorced, after he had started having an affair with one of his sales ladies.

    Bob next bought a very large smallholding in a very remote place, and again his dad and brothers were at hand to build another wonderful home for him and Cindy, the saleslady whom he had now married.

    Two years on, Cindy told him that she wanted to have a child, which Bob agreed to. After their daughter was born, the couple made an unusual decision. Bob, by now, was tired of corporate life and so they decided that Cindy would continue working, while Bob stayed home and became house husband in order to look after their daughter.

    Fortuitously, Cindy took over Bob’s old job and by his admission, did a far better job than he had ever done. In fact, Cindy was so good at her job that years later, because of the incredible reputation she had built up, she was offered a job abroad, which is what resultantly led to their emigration.

    By this time, Peter and I had moved to a lovely double storey home. I had also given up my landscaping business and become a full-time artist. What made our new home especially ideal was that it had a brilliant flatlet above the double garage, which I was now able to use as my studio.

    In the first few years of his daughter’s life, Bob seldom visited me because he knew that young kids were an anathema to me. All our socializing, therefore, took place at his home. Naturally, we all contributed to the food that was consumed at these gatherings.

    ***

    A few years later when his daughter began attending primary school, however, I began to see a lot more of Bob. In fact, he would often pop in at least twice a week. Bob loved my studio and we spent many happy hours painting, listening to music, and indulging in another passion we both shared, namely smoking weed.

    After dropping his daughter off at school Bob would arrive at my home, before leaving a few hours later to pick his daughter up from school.

    One day Bob arrived at my home and made a very strange request. Because Bob wanted to do a series of paintings of the naked form, he wanted me to take nude pictures of him. Bob wanted to pose in the famous Da Vinci stance of the Vitruvian Man, and take shots of him from a multitude of angles. Bob was aware that I had been given a fancy camera for my birthday, and really wanted great photos to work from. Uncomfortable as I was, I must, nevertheless, admit that I was also rather excited.

    By the time I had I had set up my camera on its tripod, Bob was naked and assuming X posture for the photo shoot.

    As I looked at him, memories from our army stint camp came flooding back to me. I have already written about his good looks, but now have to tell you about Bob’s incredible genital package.

    Bob had a substantial circumcised cock. The doctor who had performed the surgery, however, had not butchered him and Bob still had ample skin on his shaft, which nestled sumptuously against the glans of his dick. His knob was not overly thick, but generously long. The most impressive aspect of his crotch, however, was Bob’s nutsack. Unlike most guys who have small crinkly balls, Bob had a low hanging ballbag that looked like a smooth velvet pouch containing two orbs, which were the size of duck eggs. His scrotum was a thing of total wonder.

    I really took my time with the photographic session as Bob contently held his pose. I zoomed in frequently to take close-ups of various parts of his physique, and have to admit that his crotch also fell into this assortment. I also did close-ups of his hands and feet.

    Half an hour later, after I had also snapped Bob from the back and also from both sides of his body, I removed my camera from the tripod and suggested taking a few upward shots as I lay on the floor. Bob was very happy with this idea.

    An interesting aspect of the session was that Bob’s dick kept alternating between being flaccid and semi-erect.

    Once I was finally done, I got to my knees and looked up at him. Bob had a strange, almost lustful expression on his face as I did and it was almost as if his eyes were encouraging to take the next step.

    Emboldened by this, I said, “Jesus, Bob, you have the most magnificent balls I have ever seen.”

    The next words he spoke almost gave me a mini heart attack. “You can touch them if you like, Mike.”

    Without pause, I reached up and encased the treasure in my right hand. The skin of his nutsack felt like luxurious satin. As I commenced fondling his nuts, Bob’s cock became fully erect.

    Christ,’ I thought. ‘I cannot believe this is happening.

    With his dick-head now an inch away from my mouth, I decided to go for broke. Leaning in, my lips nestled on his glans. My fears about this boldness were quickly assuaged when Bob emitted a low groan of contentment.

    After my mouth had absorbed the entire dick-head, my tongue entered the fray and commenced a caressing massage. As my action intensified, Bob’s moans grew louder.

    I was in no hurry and determined to take my time, a sentiment that Bob happily seemed to share.

    After a while, I decided to take things to the next level as I now began to lick and suck Bob’s balls. From his ever-escalating noises, I knew that this new development was definitely meeting with his approval. Bob’s nuts were so large, that I could only fit one in my mouth at a time.

    Upon returning to Bob’s shaft, my pulsating lips kept pulling him ever deeper into my mouth. As I did so, my right hand clamped onto the base of Bob’s shaft and my left hand kept fondling his nutsack. Once my mouth had reached the halfway mark down his shaft, I dallied for a short while, before once again returning to his balls.

    On my next visit to Bob’s cock, I was determined to go all the way. I had never attempted taking such a long dick down my throat before, but was prepared to die trying. To my amazement, a few minutes later, when my nose was pressed flat against his musky pubic hairs, I felt very proud of myself.

    By now, Bob was not only making sounds but also verbalizing his excitement with, “Fuck, yeah’s,” and various other horny blasphemous expletives. In addition, his beautiful large hands now also took control of my head, clearly signalling that he now wanted to take command of the situation. In acquiescence, my hands then moved from his crotch to his butt cheeks.

    In a leisurely fashion, Bob commenced his slow, in and out motion, as his hips came to life. There was nothing frantic about his approach and I never felt starved for air. I was also in such a state of ecstasy by now that I would not have minded suffocating.

    On and on, Bob deliriously continued on his erotic journey. The frequent contraction and relaxation of his butt cheeks was awesome, as my hands firmly clamped onto them. The bliss just seemed endless.

    Although Bob allowed my mouth to revisit his incredible balls twice more, it soon became apparent that he was determined to head for the finishing line.

    Gradually, Bob began to gather momentum as the sounds from him grew ever louder. As his pace increased, I couldn’t wait to experience the bounty from the most impressive nuts I had ever seen.

    When Bob’s body finally began to shudder, I experienced the most spectacular ejaculation I had ever experienced. The deluge of spunk was so incredible that try as I might, I was totally unable to swallow it all.

    After I arose, my t-shirt was covered with cum and muck. Jokingly, Bob then ran his hand over his dick before smearing the additional muck on my garment.

    “That was the best blowjob I have ever had,” Bob then announced with a smile.

    Before I could even respond, Bob excitedly asked to see all the photos I had taken. After extracting the data chip from my camera, I inserted it into my computer. After naming the new file ‘Vitruvian’, I invited Bob to sit down and peruse the photos.

    Bob was really pleased as he studied all the shots and kept complimenting me on the job I had done. After making his selection, my printer was then put through its paces.

    Next, Bob and I had a joint before we got busy on our canvasses while listening to music.

    When Bob later announced that he needed to collect his daughter from school, I walked him to his vehicle as I had always done.

    As he was about to drive off, he said, “Well, I suppose you and I need to get back to our normal lives.”

    Reflecting on what had happened as I stood in my studio, I was concerned that the Vitruvian encounter could affect our future friendship. I was under no illusion that what had happened was simply an anomaly, a glorious happenstance that I would always remember.

    I had no intention of telling Peter about the blowjob because that would simply have driven him out of his mind with envy. I did, however, decide to tell him about the Vitruvian photo session. In this manner, I figured that my guilt would at least be somewhat assuaged.

    When Peter arrived home late that afternoon, I related the events of the photo session to him. Peter was so gobsmacked and excited that I thought he was going into cardiac arrest.

    “Please… tell me… that you have the pictures?” Peter stammered.

    With a half an hour to go before dinner, I replied, “Go up to my studio and click on the Vitruvian icon on my computer.”

    After I summoned Peter for dinner thirty minutes later, his face was totally flushed upon joining me.

    “Bob is not a man,” he exclaimed, before concluding, “He’s a fuckin’ god.”

    I was very pleased when Bob visited me the following week and everything appeared to be back to normal. As I had suspected, nothing ever happened between us again.

    I was very sad a year later when I went to the airport to say goodbye to him and his family as they were about to emigrate.

    I really miss Bob. The occasional email from him always brings a smile to my face.


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  • 1990s Phone-Sex Line

    Before location-based apps like Grindr, as a 26 year old discovering cock and the occasional piece of ass you had only a few choices. There were the venerable AOL chat rooms, the iconic gay.com chat rooms and then one avenue which almost belongs in a museum; the phone-sex lines.

    The premise was really simple, you could either dial in an pay by the minute which was hugely expensive or you could take advantage of your particular phone number being eligible for 30 minutes free if you kept hitting re-dial every time the voice would tell you the room (or rooms) were full.

    I age myself by even telling this story because not only did you have to press re-dial but I remember even sitting on the carpeted staircase of my sister’s apartment late at night dialling the number over and over again until finally you’d the little voice say something like, “You are the 9th hot guy online.”

    Now when the clock is ticking you gotta get moving quick because like everything in life, you have to wade through a lot of crap before you find the one you want.

    Typically, I would have the same sort of recorded message. My age, my height etc etc.

    “26 years old, 5’9” 150lbs, blond hair, green eyes, fit, Mt. Biker with great legs and 8.5” cut, looking to chat and meet up.”

    Once you made the recording you alternated between listening to a guy’s profile, answering a guy’s message or sending a message of your own to someone you thought sounded interesting.

    The first cock I ever sucked was from this system in fact but by the time I met this particular stud, I had moved on from being curious to being a full-blown slut for dick.

    His recorded message said something like, “38 years old, 5’10” lean muscular build, 8.5 inches uncut, looking to chat, meet outdoors, have some fun.”

    I remember it was summer and it was a warm July night so the sound of outdoor fun appealed to me.

    We sent each other messages at almost the same time which was a good sign and before long I had agreed to ride my bike to his house wearing a t-shirt and some cargo shorts with no underwear.

    He told me to come to the address he gave me but that he would be in the vacant lot next door waiting for me.

    “As you face the old house, that’s mine, but come into the yard to the right of the house, you can’t miss me, I’ll be toward the back on a metal bench. See you soon.”

    He didn’t have to ask twice and the climb up the hill toward his neighbourhood was probably an all new land-speed record (the things you do for a big dick right?).

    He was where he had promised sitting in the far corner of this vacant lot which appeared to be like an extension of his own garden.

    I saw him in the distance lighting a cigarette and with my Mt. Bike in tow, I walked up the little stone path toward him with my bike shoes click-clacking away.

    I remember seeing his face in the moonlight and this was a very handsome man but even better, he had already pulled out his big dick and was stroking away while he smoked.

    I dropped my bike down onto the grass and proceeded to sit beside him acting all shy and coy (as if).

    He gave me a huge kiss and welcomed me to his little outdoor fun but before too long he blurted out, “You didn’t come here to kiss, you came here to suck this cock.”

    While he leaned back onto the bench, I tugged down his sexy tight Diesel jeans a little further and got between his legs.

    Wrapping my hand around the shaft of his cock, I got to work sucking his beautiful dick while he smoked and moaned.

    Occasionally he would grab my head and make me gag on it but I wasn’t offering much for resistance.

    He would lean forward a little while I blew him to feel my tight Mt. Biker ass and pushed his fingers down the back of my shorts I guess to see if I had followed the instructions.

    I stroked and sucked him for a good 20 minutes and at that point, he grabbed my head, pulled me up and says, “I don’t normally do this, but let’s go inside and fuck.”

    I jumped out so quickly that I got a little light-headed and started to topple over. He jumped up and grabbed me laughing saying like, “Easy there big boy.”

    That was his nickname for me many years later on account of my own big dick.

    At this time in my life I was at best a struggling recent university graduate so when we went into his house I was in awe.

    It was an old Victorian but he had re-done it and it was really tastefully decorated which was also a totally turn on.

    “You don’t mind if I excuse myself for one sec do you?” he asked while he wheeled around toward the kitchen.

    I didn’t of course and he shouted out as he walked, “There is a bottle of wine there if you want a glass, help yourself.”

    As I poured myself a glass of wine I heard what sounding like sniffing and me being the naïve little guy I was, it was a long time before I realized that he had gone to the kitchen to snort some Coke and when he came back he was like a monster with me.

    I didn’t exactly push him away and we made out and groped each other’s bodies while we talked and got to know each other.

    I guess because of the cocaine he was really into this kinda weird thing which was to take a deep breath and then make a seal on my mouth while I inhaled his breath and back and forth.

    Not being high and only the slightest of a wine buzz this didn’t do much for me but he was getting more and more turned on as we continued to make out.

    We had slowly been peeling off our clothes and before too long we were both naked on his plush sofa kissing and grinding our bodies together.

    “Come on big boy, lets go upstairs.”

    On the bed upstairs we flopped around in various positions, 69ing, sitting on his face, him depthroating my cock, me gagging on his and while I was balls deep on him he leans over to his nightstand and pulls out a now very familiar little brown bottle.

    “Want some?” he asked.

    “Nah man,” I replied, “I don’t do drugs.”

    He cracked the lid without even replying and held them to his nose, “They’re just poppers babe, come on try them.”

    This was my intro to popper-fueled sex!

    He was quite gentle with me, showed me how to do them without spilling, how to alternate nostrils and of course, being the first time I had ever snorted Jungle Juice, the sensation was absolutely amazing!

    I remember being so horny after that first hit and I got back between his legs and took his cock all the way down to his balls. While I was inhaling his cock, he would hold the bottle up to my nostril and I would take another hit right before he poppered up.

    I was unaware but the poppers were having the desired effect and while I sucked his cock he had been playing with my ass and rubbing a spit-wettened finger over my hole which as he said, “Was ready for some dick.”

    He positioned me on all fours and came at me from behind.

    He tongue fucked me and called me dirty names while he poppered up and got my ass nice and wet.

    I was probably a combo of drunk and high on the poppers but the next thing I know he is inside me raw fucking my brains out and I didn’t even have the will to ask him to stop.

    I think at this moment I was destined to be receiving loads of cum in my ass.

    He fucked me from behind the entire time and I had taken some large cocks but his 8.5” went seriously deep inside and with his entire body weight over mine, he pounded away until he was ready to cum.

    He pulled out his cock, stroked it a couple of times and then blew his nutt all over my hole, cheeks and up onto my back.

    So in this moment I discovered what coke does to guys, experienced poppers, got barebacked for the first time and learned what popper giggles are.

    It was a little hard to convince him of the merits when I giggled my way through, “you shouldn’t have unsafe sex.”

    Anyway, all consenting adults!

    We kept meeting up on-and-off like this for a little while. I was probably more into a relationship than he was but we had a lot of hot times. Once while driving home in a snow storm from the mountains, I gave him the sloppiest blowjob ever and swallowed his entire load while he tried to keep us on the road.

    Eventually we fell out for a number of years.

    I moved away, and and I forget how, but we rekindled things at one point and agreed to meet for a drink during my next time home.

    On the one time we did meet for a drink, we went to his favourite bar, which was his favourite because the bathroom stalls allowed for on-your-knees cock sucking between two very private stalls.

    That night in fact, he left me sitting at the bar nursing a Negroni and disappeared saying, “I have to move my car.”

    He was gone a long time and turns out he had driven to the nearby bathhouse to buy a fresh bottle of poppers.

    We sucked each other off in the bathroom and then drove to a quiet spot where I sucked him in the back seat of his then-boyfriends brand new Audi A4 for awhile before he contorted me over and fucked a load into my bare ass.

    A couple of years after that we met for dinner on one trip and before the night was over I was sucking his cock while he was on the phone to his boyfriend saying, “No, sorry, this thing at work has come up and I need to get this done, sorry, I’ll be late.”

    After he hung up he spent the next hour fucking my jock strapped ass and finished the night with a solid load of cum in my mouth.

    These little trysts continued for about 5 years and at one point he asks me, “you’re clean right?”

    “Beg your pardon, what do you mean?”

    “You get tested regularly right?”

    I laughed at him and said, “babe, I have more of your DNA in me than a Sperm Bank and now you wanna talk about safe sex?”

    He was angrily serious and I was totally blunt. 

    I was pretty certain that I got HIV from him in fact but he was in denial or something and that was the very last time I ever spoke to him.

    Unbeknownst to either of us, it was about 5 years before it was accepted that Poz undetectable posed no risk and I had been undetectable for a long long time.

    Still made for some hot times and honestly I am certain that if I saw him now, we’d fuck like bunnies again.

    Anyway, that is a little tale about phone-sex chat lines and as I finish up this story, I did a little research and am thrilled that they actually still exist out there! Maybe the voice memo feature of grindr actually has some appeal!


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