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I looked at Kyle; I could hardly believe what he was telling me.

“Except,” he continued.  “You were the one who was stabbed.”

“Is he after me, or is he just playing games?  What’s this guy’s deal?”  I took a breath.  I’d started to babble.  “I’m tired, Kyle.”

“Does your abdomen hurt, baby?”

“Only during exercises, but I’m still on a special diet and all the antibiotics.  Are you on duty now?  You’re not in uniform.”

“It’s my day off, Evan, but a friend called me when they discovered him.  The guy’s killed a cop.  Everyone was on high alert because he could be a serial, but things are even tenser.”

“Can you stay with me?” I tried to make it a calm question, but I knew Kyle could read the stress in my voice.

“Sure.  Let me text Mitchell.”

Kyle text to Mitchell:  Miller is OK.  Ranch hands guarding the house.   Staying with him.  I’m not armed.”

Mitchell text to Kyle:  Stay with him as a friend.  Sending two officers to assist coverage.  You are off-duty PTO for the next two days.

Kyle looked at me and smiled.  “It’s always best when your partner knows where you are.”

I led him to my bedroom.  I could see flashing red and blue lights.  Kyle pulled the curtains.  I got into bed.

“Will you hold me?”

“You know I shouldn’t; not until we catch this guy.”

“But you’ve already kissed me, and you called me ‘baby’.”

“I shouldn’t have done that.”

I felt like pouting.  What the hell was the matter with me?  I’d gone from walking up to sexy guys, telling them they were sexy, telling them I wanted to fuck them, then fucking them to a whiny baby.  Had they cut out my Alpha when they did the surgery on my insides?  Or did I assume my handsome police officer needed to be in charge?  Fuck this, I thought.  I wanted him.  I needed him.

“Get over here,” I ordered.

“What?” he seemed surprised, even confused, but he walked toward me.

“Kiss me.”

“Evan.”  His tone seemed submissive.

“Kiss me now.”  

He leaned forward.  I grabbed him and pulled him toward me.  I kissed him.  When I let him up for air, all he could say is, “Wow.”

“Think about this, Kyle.  You’re not saying, ‘wow’ because I’m such a great kisser; you’re saying it because together we make a great kiss.”

He kicked off his shoes and crawled on top of the bed.  “Next to me here, on top.”

I moved next to him and faced away.  He put his arm on my chest and pulled me to him.  I could feel him get hard, but I didn’t say anything.  My heart told me that he was mine.  I fell asleep feeling happy and safe.

Sometime in the middle of our sleep, Kyle rolled over.  His butt was against mine.  I rolled over as well.  One of us had moved in the other direction, and my hand now rested on his cock.  I didn’t want him to wake up and find my hand there, so I pulled a pillow around and pressed it against his abs and groin.  He stirred slightly then fell right back asleep.

I woke up to screaming.  A dark figure was punching Kyle.  I reached down where I had put my childhood baseball bat and swung at the figure.  There was an awful crack as the metal bat made contact with the figure’s head, and it collapsed to the floor.

I called out for help.

“I think I’m bleeding.”  Even in the dimness of the room, Kyle seemed pale.

I hurried around to the dresser where Kyle had put his phone.  

Text to Mitchell:  Need ambulance; Kyle hurt bleeding; intruder in the room

I clicked on the light.  The door to my room was slightly ajar.  I ran back to Kyle.  There was a growing circle of reddish-brown on his shirt.  I pulled a pillowcase from the pillow and folded it.  I moved his shirt to find the wound.  He had a laceration in the same place I had been stabbed.

Placing the folded cloth over the cut, I pressed down to help alleviate the bleeding.  I heard men coming up the stairs and sirens in the distance. 

 “They’re coming, sweetheart.  Hold on for me.”

Kyle smiled weekly before his body went limp.

I’m not sure how long before the ambulance arrived, but police officers took over taking care of Kyle.  After I told the officers arriving first what I had done, they had me wait downstairs.  He was taken to the hospital before Mitchell arrived.  I told her what happened, and I accompanied her to see whether he was the same man who had attacked me.

She asked me to wait at the door.  After lifting the sheet they had used to cover him, she told me that I would have to wait to identify him.  I was disappointed because I wanted everything to be over.

The truck was located the next day.  My belt buckle and items belonging to the second victim were found.  A driver’s license for Eddie M. Nathool was also found in the truck.  I identified him from the picture on the license.  Forensics identified the man I killed as Nathool.  He must have turned toward the bat just before I struck him with it.  His entire face had been crushed.

The district attorney’s office determined that my actions were in self-defense.  I never slept in that bedroom again.

Kyle slowly recovered.  He had less damage than I did because the pillow prevented a deeper injury, but the healing process for him took a lot longer.  He eventually returned to the police force.  I continued working with my brother to keep the land we would inherit sustainable and profitable.

Kyle and I developed a stronger relationship.  On the day he got out of the hospital, I picked him up and took him to his apartment, where we …

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That is, I thought he looked directly at me. The light was still at the back of them both and I was still shrouded in darkness. He looked up at the exact spot I was standing but his expression didn’t change, to one that knew he was being watched. He maintained the slack jawed, glazed eyes of someone who truly knew the joys of having a thick cock fucking them up the ass.

There was no doubt how much he was enjoying it, as the shorter top, moved his hands from the bottom’s hips to his shoulders, getting on his toes to reach up and grab them, so great was the height disparity.  He grabbed onto them and with the added leverage drive his cock faster into the bottom’s abused ass. The noises the tall bottom was releasing were far more audible at this point. It was as if he had forgotten to be quiet and even to care. He was releasing an “ oh,oh,oh,oh” sound in time with each hard, quick upward thrust of the shorter boy’s cock.

His cock at this point looked as hard as any cock , I’ve ever seen but yet he refused to touch it. It had stopped moving with the top’s thrusts at this point as it was too fucking stiff to move. The top was driving into him recklessly now, making a mess out of the words and phrases he too was uttering, garbled, “ yes! Yes, fuck, yes” were coming from him, both seemed to lost in the fuck to have care for their surroundings and possible eavesdroppers (me!). I was so hard, my breath was almost panting but I still couldn’t bring myself to take the risk of jerking off. I could not risk disrupting this scene, these essence of male fucking at its best, at its most animalistic and most natural. It was like nothing I’d ever seen, no porno could hope to replicate, the genuine rawness and obvious enjoyment of these two.

The speed of the thrusts into the bottom’s ass were increasing, the grip of the  top on the bottom’s shoulders so tight, as he rammed, yes rammed his cock into him had to be leaving bruises, both on the bottom’s shoulders and most probably his ass cheeks. The bottom’s dick could possibly be any harder and in the light I thought I saw the head glistening from a steady flow of precum but it could just have been my horny imagination. Yet he refused to touch it.

“ Fuck, fuck, me go cum up in you hole!” cried the top before stiffening, jerking in away that resembled at full body seizure, head turned to sky, as the tendons in his neck stood out, as he emptied what I assumed to be a fuck load of cum into the bottom’s ass. “ yea cum up na me! Let me feel um.” Was the bottom’s words as encouraged the top to continue loading up his ass.

Eventually the top collapsed backwards, falling on his ass in the sand, then propped himself up against the wall. He looked shocked with pleasure. His dick was slick with cum and lube, still stiff but deflating rapidly.

I thought that was the end, even though the bottom’s cock was still stiff, I expected him to jerk off or something and was preparing myself to stealthy leave when I was again stopped dead in my tracks. With no words, the tall bottom walked over to the top and pointing his stiff cock downwards over the top’s face, grabbed his head and forced the top’s mouth onto his cock. The angle was awkward and the taller boy had to stand and still bend over to try and fit his cock head into the sitting boy’s mouth.

There was absolutely no resistance from the previously topping boy, he did not resist or fight or tense up in anyway.  He seemed to relax  his mouth and was allowing the tall boy to do whatever he wanted. No words had still been exchanged since the end of the fucking. I was shocked and fucking turned on but seemed normal to them, as this seemed to be the regular flow of events. It made more sense now why the bottom had not touched his dick or wanted to cum even though it was blatantly obvious how much he enjoyed the cock up in him.

He was having trouble forcing more than the top few inches into the shorter dude’s mouth, and seemed to give up and just started fucking, his mouth with inches that could manage to fit. From my vantage point, as he fucked into his former top’s mouth, I could see the lube and cum listening in his ass crack and beginning to run  down the back of his legs.

 The sight coupled with the unexpected reversal of roles and the aggressive, unrelenting face fucking I was watching, made my head and knees weak. I could hear the shorter boy almost choking every time, the taller one pushed his cock  back in but still he offered no resistance, his arms were laying at his side, doing nothing to hold off the aggressive assault on his mouth.

The now top was unforgiving in his thrusts into the bottom’s mouth, I could see the spit dripping from his balls even from the back. There was no true sucking happening, the shorter boy wasn’t even being given the opportunity to swallow his spit and it seemed to be overflowing his mouth and running down the taller boy’s cock and  balls. This went on for what seemed to be along time, I was transfixed, a little disturbed but more turned on than anything else.  

Eventually, the taller boy pulled back and stepped away, I could clearly see his cock and front was wet with spittle, the shorter dude’s lower face was also wet with spit and maybe, my dirty mind told me, some of the taller  boy’s precum. As the taller boy moved back further, I got a clear view of the shorter boy on ground, he was leaning against the wall blank faced but breathing deeply, what was truly surprising was the fact that his cock after the fuck he delivered not long ago and the face fucking he just endured was rock hard again, standing up stiff against his stomach. The blank look on his face would never had indicated he enjoyed that but some part of him obviously did, as it was as hard as when he was fucking the taller boy.

This threw me but also made the situation even more illicitly erotic. The tall boy made a motion for him to move but the shorter boy stayed motionless  staring blank faced at the taller boy even as he long thick cock throbbed on his stomach.

The taller boy made another motion, angrier but with a hint of resignation. When the shorter boy made no move to comply, he went to him and physically dragged him over and pushed him on his belly in the sand , the shorter boy’s head was now facing towards me. He still did nothing to resist or fight back. Laying flat on the sand, his hard cock driven into it with the force of the shove could not be pleasant but he just laid there, pliant.

The taller top went around and laid right on top of him further forcing him and his cock into the sand below. He whispered something in his ear, that I couldn’t catch and the shorter boy just gave a slight nod in affirmation. With that the taller boy, lifted himself to his knees, parted the bottom’s ass cheeks with one hand and held his cock with another and I watched as he fed it into him, slower than I expected after the face fucking he had him endure. I realised this had to be apart of some regular thing they did because it was obvious the shorter boy had to have a pre slicked ass.

He fed his fat cock into his smaller partner’s ass, when he was full seated he rose up and place his hands at both sides of the bottom’s  head and then it began.

There was no easing into this fuck, he went from 0 to 100 immediately, I wish I had another word beside fuck to describe what was going on in front of me. He was being ravished, no savaged in front on me. The top drove his cock so hard and fast into him that I could hear the slap sound of the top body driving him into the sand below me. 

“ Tek it, tek it up, you pussy! U love wood up inna you pussy enit?” The taller boy grunted to him as he continued to drive up in his battered hole. The bottom didn’t respond but he just took it, making grunting sounds every time the top slammed into him, other than that he was almost completely docile, allowing the top to do with him whatever he wanted.

My cock felt like it was breaking in my shorts and I couldn’t hold on anymore. I pushed my shorts half way down my thighs and my cock sprang into the cool air of the night, the head shiny with precum. I spat in my hand and began to jerk it rapidly, no longer bothered about cumming to quickly or even being caught.  They were too engrossed to notice me anyway at this point. The top looking down to where his cock repeatedly pulled back then slammed into the clenching , wet hole beneath him.  

I could feel my own orgasm coming up from my balls, it was going to overwhelm me, I just knew it, this was to hot for it not to. Just then the bottom who had been almost lifeless except for his involuntary grunts lifted his head up off the sand, his face a mixture of pleasure and pain and something else. Shame! He looked ashamed, of what I couldn’t know, of being fucked? Of enjoying it? Of seemingly loving to take as much as he loved to give? Maybe more? I had no clue.

But sickeningly, seeing that look on his face as he clearly came in the hard sand below him from the violent fuck being delivered by his friend, pushed me over the edge, as stream after stream of hot cum flew from my dick, my vision going white. I barely supressed the moan that was crawling up my throat. 

I heard the top grunt out his own orgasm as his thrusts stuttered and slowed as he filled the shorter boy ass with his own hot cum.

I shook off the cum from my dick, squeezing as much of the droppings as I could, before pulling up my own shorts and underwear. I gave them  one last look, as they laid there, wrapped up in their own thoughts, maybe rearming themselves to go back to the lives where this would never be spoken off or hinted at, before inevitably the urge becomes too great and the dance begins again.

End.

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“Well, he wasn’t shy in bed, I’ll tell you that.”

I noticed I didn’t really want to hear about Ailani and Dustin having sex. But Ailani had no issue telling me, or even asking for advice during the following days. I hadn’t told her I also liked Dustin, and I didn’t feel like I could at this point. On Thursday night, Dustin and Ailani went on a date and I unashamedly ate a tub of Ben & Jerry’s while watching a movie. I didn’t hear Ailani come home. The next morning I threw in an extra session in the gym before work.

When I came home from work that Friday, Ailani wanted to talk to me. I knew it was going to be about the date she had the night before, so I took a deep breath and just let her talk.

“So… we had a nice dinner. Italian, very romantic. He drove me to the sushi place and told me what he had planned for the interior design. It was so cute. So we go back, we go to 316…”

I was bracing myself for what came next.

“…we were making out, everything was fine. All of a sudden he reaches under the bed and takes out this strap-on.”

I’m sure my eyes widened and my jaw dropped, as Ailani looked at me and said, “Exactly”.

“So what did you do?”

“Well, he asked me to fuck him. I did. He loved it. But I didn’t get any pleasure from it.”

“Oh.”

“Later I thought, it’s sort of the ultimate feminist statement. The man being the submissive one in bed. And he did eat me out afterwards, so it’s not like it was all about him. But it made me uncomfortable.”

“Well, I’m sure you can just tell him that, right?”

“I guess. But he loved it so much.”

“Still. I’m sure he can find another way to get his rocks off.”

“You’re right. I’ll tell him tomorrow. We’re going out dancing again, I said you’ll come.”

“Cool!”

That Saturday, Paul had decided not to drink and drove us to Brick Latino nightclub on 3rd Street. He drove off the Ventura Vista Apartments lot and made a right. I had to direct him, because he only had lived in Phoenix for a week. By the first intersection I told him to go left onto Union Hills Drive. We passed the Walgreens and continued going East. It was dark out and temperatures had cooled down to about 95 (36 Celsius). After we passed the golf course I told Paul to take a right onto the 51 highway. Javi was sitting in the passenger’s seat and played some Argentinean music for us to get into the mood. I was sitting in the back, with Ailani and Dustin. Unfortunately Ailani sat in the middle. I hadn’t really thought ahead that I would be going out with two couples. I already felt a little left out and we hadn’t even arrived yet. And we were going to a straight club tonight, so little to no chance of finding a guy. I guess I would have to start drinking soon, hoping to salvage the night. Going further South, I knew the 51 was leading us through the mountains of Phoenix before we got to the city center. In the darkness the mountain tops were hard to make out. Once the 51 came to an end, I instructed Paul how to get to the Papago Freeway. We were nearly there now. Javi was singing along to the song he had put on, so I raised my voice to tell Paul to take the exit. Taking a left right off the exit, we were already on 3rd Street, so we were basically there. Only a little further down we parked and got out.

Inside, we all got a drink. Ailani, Dustin, and Javi immediately made their way to the dancefloor. Paul and I stayed at the bar. I looked at Dustin. Tonight he wore a baby blue T-shirt and jeans. He looked so good.

“Should we join them?”, he asked.

“I’m not used to going out every weekend anymore”, I admitted. “But get a few drinks in me and I’ll be good to go!”

Which is exactly what happened. I felt more and more tipsy and I just danced the night away. I saw Javi and Paul dancing together, as well as Ailani and Dustin. I didn’t care anymore.

Suddenly, I saw Dustin in front of me.

“Hey”, he said. He didn’t seem half as tipsy as I was. “I want you to know that I haven’t forgotten about you.”

“What do you mean?”

And then he gave me a hug.

“I don’t want you to feel like an outsider. We all love you.”

Surprised, I hugged him back.

“Thanks!”

“Hey guys, I think I’m going to head home”, Ailani suddenly said, only a few minutes later. “I broke a heel!”

She held the heel of her shoe in her hand as I looked down and saw that indeed, her left foot was flat on the ground.

“You guys stay, I’ll take a cab. Not a problem.”

We had only been out for about an hour.

“Do you want me to come back with you?”, Dustin offered.

“No, it’s not a problem, you stay and have fun with the boys.”

We all gave Ailani a big hug and before I knew it, she was gone. I was already sort of done with the dancing this second Saturday in a row. So only now I was contemplating leaving as well. I didn’t have the stamina of the other guys who clearly used to go out once a week back in Buenos Aires as well. But then I saw Dustin dance in front of me, by himself. And my heart lit up.

It turned out to be another great night. All four of us danced and got attention from women, even though none of us were interested. I talked to Dustin and for someone who had achieved so much at the age of 26, he was always so humble. My crush only developed further. It was midnight when Paul said he was tired and wanted to drive home. So we all decided to go back. This time it was just Dustin and me in the backseat and he rested his head on my shoulder the entire drive back. We talked about random stuff like gyms in the area, and my favorite spots in the center. Soon enough, the conversation shifted to why I was still single.

“I don’t understand how you are so nice and attractive but still by yourself”, Dustin said. “Have you been single for long?”

“Well…”, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to talk about this, but before I had made a decision, the alcohol in my system was causing me to already talk about it. “Four years.”

“Oh I’m sorry”, Paul piped in from the driver’s seat.

“Well, it’s not all bad”, I said. “It has its benefits. But yeah, I’m ready to find the guy to settle down with.”

Dustin was now holding my hand and stroking my arm. I realized I was getting a hard-on.

Javi had fallen asleep in the passenger’s seat and snored quite loudly. I whispered into Dustin’s ear.

“Please stop stroking my arm.”

“Why?”

“You’re making me rock hard.”

Dustin laughed quietly but kept doing it.

By the time we got home I thought I was going to lose my load right there in that car. But I didn’t. I didn’t want to stand up immediately as I feared my erection would be visible. Paul woke up Javi and told him to get out. When they both did, Dustin casually grabbed my crotch before he got out of the car himself. I gasped. I was on the verge of cumming, but thankfully, I didn’t. I quickly repositioned my dick so my aroused state would be the least visible. I knew the second I would get home I was going to jerk myself off to the best orgasm. When I got out of the car Dustin looked right at me and winked.

“Are you going to come to our place for a last drink?”, he asked me.

I couldn’t turn that down.

Inside, Javi and Paul went to bed immediately. Dustin poured me a drink. It was strong. I didn’t really like it, but I kept drinking it. He sat next to me on the couch. Closer than necessary. I realized how drunk I really was.

“I’m not tired yet”, he said.

“Me neither”, I replied, even though I kind of wanted to go to bed.

“Any plans for tomorrow?”, he asked.

“Not really. Lazy Sunday. You?”

“I’m going to look at some paint samples, look at tables and chairs, figuring out how I want the restaurant to look.”

“That sounds kinda fun”, I said.

He looked at me and smiled. I could feel the chemistry between us. It was no longer just me. For a second I thought about Ailani, but she didn’t even know what she had. She didn’t like her man to be submissive. I had no problem with that at all. On the contrary. Someone who is so nice, looks so cute and likes to get railed up the ass? Perfect match for me. She and him don’t fit together.

“Was it tough on you?”

“What?”

“To see me and Ailani together?”

I looked away from him and stared at the wall.

“I thought so”, Dustin said.

I remained silent.

“I think you’re really hot”, he continued.

Now I looked at him. He put his hand on my knee.

“Someone will find you and he will be a dream come true.”

I put my hand on his hand.

“I want you”, I said.

I thought that would scare him off but his face came closer to mine, inch by inch. Our lips touched and my stomach felt like a butterfly explosion had just occurred. We made out passionately. I could feel an urgency in his kiss.

“Come”, he whispered.

He took me to his bedroom, which was located near the front door, just as mine is in the apartment across. Once we were in his bedroom I pushed him on the bed and laid on top of him. Immediately his legs went around my waist as we made out more and more. I took off his T-shirt and now got a close-up look of his lightly hairy chest and abs. I fondled his upper body. He took off my shirt and was seemingly impressed by my physique. His hands were all over my smooth upper body. Quickly, his hands went to my dick.

“You’re still hard”, he said.

“You have that effect on me”, I said. I stood beside the bed and took off my jeans and my briefs. My thick, 9’’ cock stood at attention.

“You’re so big”, Dustin then said as he immediately sat up on his knees on the bed, bent forward and took me in his mouth. He couldn’t get me very far down, but it was still a hot blowjob.

“I want this big cock inside of me”, he said.

“Yeah? Do you want it in your ass?”

“Heck yeah!”

“Let me see that ass then!”

Dustin stripped off his jeans and his briefs. His cock was still soft and hung down at about 3 or 4 inches. He was circumcised. He turned around and got on all fours. I went to my knees beside the bed and inspected his hole. It was hairless, as were his balls. I spit on his hole and gave him a rimjob. He moaned and moaned as I ate him out.

“Oh yeah!”, he gasped. “Get in there!”

And I did. His ass wasn’t particularly big, but it had a nice curve to it, which fit his slim body. His body was lily white and contrasted nicely to my tan skin.

Soon enough, his moaning stopped and he exclaimed, “Please can I have your cock inside of me?”

Dustin got a condom from the nightstand and gave it to me. I flipped him around on his back and lubed myself up. I saw he had gotten hard in the meantime, from my rimjob. He reached a nice 6’’. I got on the bed and sat on my knees. I rolled him up so his feet pointed straight in the air, as I slowly entered him.

Already when I just got the head in, I saw Dustin’s eyes roll back into his head completely. I had the slightly odd sight of just the whites of his eyes looking back at me as I pushed in further and further.

“Ohhhh yeah…”, he moaned. “Fuck me!”

“You’re so hot”, I whispered.

His eyes rolled back down.

“Oh I missed this!”, he exclaimed. His face got red with sexual excitement. His rock hard dick lay on his stomach. He didn’t touch himself at any point. He raised his arms over his head as he let me fuck him. I thrusted harder and harder and fucked faster and faster. He moaned throughout.

“Your cock is so big, I love it! Does my ass feel OK?”

“I love your ass!”, I said.

“I’m gonna cum!”, he said. “Keep fucking! Fuck the cum right outta me”

Dustin jacked himself off in a fast pace and he sprayed cum all over himself. His eyes rolled up again as he came, grunting and shaking. When he finished cumming, his body was still shaking and I stopped fucking him. I bent down to kiss him and he held me close, while I was still inside of him. It was then that I came, without thrusting. Within only a few minutes we had both shot our loads, which was testament to how excited we both were. Dustin grabbed a towel by the bed so we could clean ourselves off. We held each other as we slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I woke because there was a knock on the door. I saw Dustin’s head on my chest as he cuddled me in his sleep. I could feel his regular breathing on my body. We were both fully naked. I had a bad hangover. I heard footsteps coming from the living room to the front door. The door opened.

“Ailani!”, I heard Javi’s voice say.

“Oh good, you’re OK! I didn’t hear Gustavo come home last night, so I was worried something had happened…”

It was then I realized I just might get found out.

“Oh no, all is good. We have… sleepover. Gustavo a little too drunk. Fall asleep on couch. Still sleeping now. We all had too much to drink.”

Was Javi covering for me or did he really not know what had happened?

“OK, so there’s nothing to worry about. I’ll leave you to sleep off your hangover and I’ll see Gus come home at some point today, I’m sure.”

“You will! Bye Ailani!”

I heard the door close and then footsteps back to the living room.

Dustin was still fast asleep. I slowly rolled him over to his back so I could get up. I put on my clothes and quietly left Dustin’s bedroom. I walked to the living room, where, again, Javi and Paul were cuddling on the sofa.

“Hey, good morning”, I said.

“Good morning”, they both said. They looked at me with a big smile on their faces.

“Sooo… what happened?”, Paul asked. “I saw you two get really close last night.”

“Oh, we just passed out”, I lied.

“No sex?”, Javi wanted to know.

“I wouldn’t do that to Ailani”, I said.

“You’re a good friend”, Paul said. “The chemistry was tangible last night.”

“I don’t think it was that bad”, I laughed it off. “Anyway, when Dustin wakes up, tell him thanks for borrowing half his bed. And I’ll see you all again soon!”

“Absolutely! It was a fun night!”, Paul replied.

“Have a good day!”, Javi said.

Over the next few weeks, Ailani and Dustin drifted apart. They didn’t go on dates, and Ailani was too freaked out to sleep with Dustin again. I didn’t know if she ever told him how she felt about the strap-on sex they had. The group went on a few outings after that, but mainly to go out for dinner or brunch together. And every time it was slightly awkward. In the meantime, work on the sushi restaurant had started. I came by after work one day as I had promised and found only Dustin there.

“Hey!”, he said. He wanted to give me a hug but he had white paint all over him.

“Hey!”, I said. “It’s OK, these can get dirty.”

I had already changed into clothes that I could safely wear when painting the walls. So we hugged. It was then I realized it was the first time it had been just the two of us since that one night.

“Thanks so much for coming and helping out. Javi and Paul worked all day, so if you and I can finish this wall by tonight… that’d be great. The floor guys come tomorrow, so I hope the paint will have dried by then.”

“Cool! Let me know where to start!”, I said. I pretended to enjoy doing this, but in reality I was dreading it. I just wanted to help my friends.

We started painting that final wall. Dustin was on the ladder, doing the top half, and ironically, I did the bottom half. This caused Dustin’s butt to be at my eye level throughout the night. We didn’t mention the elephant in the room for quite a while. But I couldn’t help myself.

“So what happened between you and Ailani? I heard you’ve stopped seeing each other.”

“I don’t really know. I felt like she was the one who kept me at a distance, to be honest. But I might be mistaken.”

He was not. I didn’t know what to say. Ailani hadn’t told him.

“I thought it was because you told her what you and I did”, he then said.

“No, I haven’t. I don’t think she knows.” I just continued painting, but I felt him looking at me.

“In that case I think I scared her a little bit, with my sexual preferences.”

This time I looked at him as he focused on the wall. I was convinced I saw him blush.

“So are you bisexual?” The words flew out of my mind, before I could stop them.

Dustin shrugged as we finally made eye contact.

“I don’t think so. I prefer women for sure. I just like to bottom. As you know.”

He smiled. I smiled back. We continued painting. I changed the subject.

I was washing the paint off of my hands as I looked at myself in the mirror. I knew I couldn’t tell Ailani about this ever, but I needed to have his ass one more time. I walked back into the restaurant, and Dustin was still on the ladder, finishing off the very last top corner.

“How does it look from there?”

“Everything looks great from here”, I said as I had my mind set on his butt. I stood behind him and opened the buttons to his jeans.

“What? No no no!”, he said, laughing.

I pulled his jeans down, and his beautiful butt became visible.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna make me fall over!”

I pushed his upper body forward and started eating him out.

“Wha-ohhhh… oh yeah”, he groaned.

I knew it. He wanted it too. His beautiful pink hole opened up for me as I kept rimming him.

“Ohhh… I want your cock inside me again”, he moaned.

“I bet you do”, I said.

He got on the concrete floor on his hands and knees and I fucked him doggy style. I held him close as I first slowly entered him. I could tell that drove him crazy, in the best possible way.

“Ohhh my God, your cock is so massive!”

Not long after I increased the speed of my fucking, which also got him to moan and grunt faster and louder. After only a few minutes he put his chest down to the floor and held on to my thighs as I fucked him.

“Keep going! Keep going!”, he said. “Ahhhh!”

I felt his fingers dig into my thighs. I loved it. I had never had anyone who was so intense during sex, and it just happened to be this shy Midwest guy.

“Ahh! You’ve already made me cum!”, he exclaimed as I continued to fuck him, his hands still on me. I put my hands on his chest and made him sit up on his knees. I kissed him as I was still inside of him. I stroked his dick and noticed he had indeed orgasmed as I got some cum on my fingers. I brought my hand to his face so he could lick it off, which he eagerly did.

He turned around on his back with his feet in the air, clearly up for more. I was still rock hard myself, I saw that Dustin’s dick had gone down a bit after cumming. I entered him again, this time facing him. And again, his eyes rolled up every now and again, smiling through most of my fucking. There was no doubt about it, this guy loved to get fucked. I wanted to be with him forever, but he wasn’t attracted to me. He just liked the feeling of my dick in his ass. I fucked faster and faster, causing his eyes to roll up in pleasure again and again and soon enough I came inside of him, just as he sprayed cum all over himself for the second time.

He pulled me in for a kiss and said, “Thank you for that”.

That weekend, Ailani brought up this apartment she had seen in the center of Phoenix. We moved. I still dragged Ailani to the opening of the restaurant, Casa Sushi. We saw Javi, Paul, Dustin, and his new girlfriend, a petite Asian girl. That’s the last time I saw any of them.

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“Well, ok then. I think you’re ready for competition.” I said sarcastically as Dad came out of his photo shoot, shirtless and wearing nothing but training shoes and a second-skin-tight pair of blue leggings.

Of course, he was ready. He’s been ready for months. It’s not really a bodybuilding contest, it’s a fitness contest. So, no roided up muscle heads here. Just lean, ripped, hard muscle. He has no doubts at all that he will win this competition. The man looks stunning. His definition and symmetry are beyond compare. I’ve seen some of the guys competing in his age group. They look good but sorry, dad looks better. I may be bias since I’m his kid, thank god I inherited his genes. His buddies refer to me as Mini-Me because we look so much alike. He’s hot as fuck so I’ll fucking take it!

“I think so too,” dad said with a cocky smile. “I’m going to destroy those pussies up there,” Dad said as he flexed his pecs, bouncing them up and down.

He’s so fucking cocky. So cocky, it’s hot but I rolled my eyes anyway as he pulled on his blue, skin-tight Underarmour t-shirt that matched his leggings. He grabbed onto the hem of the shirt and pulled it down over his ripped torso, eventually yanking it down because it was so tight and had trouble sliding over his wide lats and thick chest.

“Fuck yeah, you will,” I agreed, and we exchanged a celebratory fist bump. Most of the time I felt like dad and I were more bros then father and son. Lots of fist bumps, bro talk, bullshitting, but still hot. “They’re not even in the same league as you, dad.”

Dad grabbed his cell out of his gym bag and began scrolling through texts that came in while he was in his shoot.

“The guys should be here by now. Probably checking in to their rooms,” dad mumbled as he scrolled.

“It was good we got here last night. I couldn’t imagine getting here today with all these people and then having to compete tonight,” I commented as we stepped into the empty elevator to go up to our room.

“The guys are probably already drunk.” I said laughing.

“Probably already hooking up.” He said rolling his eyes.

“It’s cool your workout buds flew in to see you compete though. They support you,” I said as we both primped in front of the full mirror that comprised the walls of the elevator.

We stood side by side admiring our muscular, competition ready bodies. I wasn’t competing this year, but I was dad’s workout partner. I did everything he did. Naturally, I developed with his body. Dad looked at me and brushed off a piece of lint that was on my shoulder of my blue compression shirt. I looked down and adjusted my shirt over my abs that were visible under the spandex fabric. He ran his hand over my pec and gave it a hardy slap showing his pride in his son and his body. He smiled at the hardness of the muscle.

“My big fucking boy,” he growled, his eyes drilling into mine. He had that look that he gets when he wants to pounce.

“Don’t get me hard, asshole,” I scolded. I was wearing compression tights. If I got hard, there is no way I could hide it. I adjusted my cock, feeling the smooth, slick material over my crotch.

My dad wanted everyone to know we were father and son, a team, so my clothes matched his. My blue leggings revealed big muscular quads, thin ankles and round calves and of course, a stellar muscular bubble ass. We could almost pass as brothers if not for the few fine distinguished lines in the corners of his eyes. We were two specimens. We could have anyone and anything we wanted, and we did.

Dad chuckled with an evil undertone before his phone chimed and he looked down at it. “The guys are only here to get a weekend away from wives and girlfriends so they can hook up,” he said as he scrolled his social media. “What better place to fuck around with dudes than at a fitness competition? I bet you, at least one of them is either fucking the shit out of some hot muscle boy or getting fucked by one. Their Grinders are probably lit up like a Christmas tree. Fucking man-whores.”

I looked at him with a look of skepticism. “Man-whores? Really? Don’t be a dick.”

Dad was cocky and he could be a real prick because of it. He had a small group of buddies that he worked out with, all of whom he’d fucked at one time or another. He has a type and they all fit that mold; tall, attractive, athletic, younger than him, jacked and most were married or dating women. Whether they were bi or not didn’t matter to dad. He just likes having sex with them, so did I. They often would make any kind of excuse to get away for a weekend and fuck their brains out with other dudes, get it out of their system before going back home to their boring, suburban lives. I was of age now where I got to tag along with dad. I had a bad case of hero-worship and to learn he was into dudes like I was, that was a dream come true. I was in the closet since junior high. I wasn’t your typical gay kid. I was a jock. I excelled in sports, I dated girls, I’m popular. I’m a nice guy with a mean streak. I’m competitive as hell and will do whatever it takes to win. And I love to get fucked. I’m a hell of a top but something inside me craves jock cock in my tight ass.

“Don’t be a dick? Me?” He tried to sound innocent. Dad is anything but innocent.

I laughed, “Don’t play that with me. We checked in last night and 10-mintues later you disappeared while I was in the shower. You finally show up with not one but two dudes. Two dudes not much older than me I might add.”

Dad gave me side-eye as I did the same to him. Then we both looked straight forward, smirked, then he raised his fist up to his side, I did the same and another fist bump. We were too fucking cocky for our own good. Got to love a dad who gets me laid.

We exited the elevator and dad took his key card out and swiped the lock on our room just a few feet away from the elevator.

“I didn’t hear YOU complain when you were balls deep in that hunky little high school jock. You should be thanking me, baby boy. I’m fucking father-of-year,” dad boasted as he peeled off his shirt. “I hope his speedo doesn’t leak from all the loads you dumped in him last night. His first competition and he got nailed within minutes of arriving at the hotel,” dad laughed manically. Wow, now I know where I get my mean streak.

“I don’t think his buddy knew what hit him. I’m just glad you put the moves on the other kid first. Made my guy more pliable,” I laughed. “He definitely didn’t expect to get boned so easy.”

I sat down on the bed. Leaned back and stared at my beautiful father. I remembered last night and how hot the two guys were. Dad always took care of me, especially in the sex department. He always had a nice supply of young, hard jocks to fuck around with. He loved to watch me drill ass, too. Sometimes he would watch me for a long time before joining in himself.

I sighed, “when are we ever going to snag an older guy at these things? For once, I’d like to fuck a dude who is at least older than twenty-five. I’d kill for a forty-year-old father of three.”

Dad’s head snapped around. “Am I not enough?” he asked, visibly insulted as he peeled off his leggings.

“Duh,” I said sarcastically, trying to lighten the mood. Dad was a little possessive of me. I think he was threatened when an older guy showed interest in me. He liked to think he was the only older man who could satisfy me.

“That’s different,” I said. “We fuck whenever we want. But when we hook up is not with older guys though. It’s always some horny kid that thinks you’re a fucking god and I’m a piece of shit.”

Dad’s brow furrowed in a disappointed expression. “You? Piece of shit? Christ, Jake, why do you do that? You’re hot as fuck. Kid, I love you to death, but I wouldn’t fuck you if you weren’t hot. You’re just a younger version of me. You pull in plenty of dick.”

“Yeah, I know, dad, but you know I like older guys. It gets frustrating when I don’t get to have sex with real men. Guys around my age always want me to fuck them. They see my size and just assume I’m a top. I like getting fucked by older guys.”

Dad raised an eyebrow in confusion. “I seem to remember on your sixteenth birthday last year, you spent most of the night on your back getting your puss filled by an older man.”

“Yeah, I remember,” I said thinking back to that night until another thought popped into my head. “Oh yeah, and thanks for pimping me out that night, asshole.” I laughed as I threw a pillow at him.

“Please, you slut, Michael is fucking hot as shit, is he not?” Dad laughed as he stopped, turned and looked at me with disbelief that I would even think about complaining.

“Yes, but that’s beside the point.” I fell back flat on to the bed, looking up at the ceiling. “You forced me to have sex with him. Like I’m a hooker or something.”

Dad stepped over to the bed and put his hand on my thigh. “Hey, Michael said he would only sponsor me if he could fuck you,” dad explained for the hundredth time. “He’s loaded. What was I supposed to do? Besides, it’s not like you weren’t slobbering over him. Hell, he didn’t know you were a whore for older guys, he could have fucked you WITHOUT sponsoring me. Besides, he gave you a credit card, a car and takes you on trips, you get as much sex as you want with him. I don’t think you should complain,” dad reprimanded. His face showed that he thought I was ungrateful.

I scoffed, “You pimped out your own son to get a sponsorship. I’m a dude’s boy-toy, now. You must admit, dad, that’s not something a dad does to his son. It’s fucked up is what it is.”

“Oh, like you don’t love being a hot, rich guy’s boy-toy…Please,” dad said condescendingly. “He said he would sponsor you next year, you know. You could have competed this year for fuck’s sake. I don’t know why you think you’re not ready. You’re fucking one of the judges! You’d win no matter what!”

Dad was right. I did enjoy being a boy-toy. Endless dick and vast amounts of money. It was good to be young and hot. But all the same, dad was being an asshole, throwing it back at me like I was some common slut who pursued this fucked up relationship.

I countered with anger in my voice. “I get used and THEN I get all that stuff. There are strings attached to all that shit, you know.”

“Goddamn it, Jake,” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration. “He fucks you as much as YOU want too! Damn, stop being a little bitch! Shut it down, now!”

I was quiet for a few seconds. I hate not having the last word. I was pouting and he knew it. I decided to try a guilt trip. “That first night you pimped me out to him, he was huge, dad. Too big. I wasn’t very experienced, and he tore me up. I couldn’t walk the next day.”

“Well you seem to have gotten used to him,” dad said sarcastically. So much for a guilt trip. “He says you’re a natural bottom but then I already knew that,” he said with a cocky grin and a wink. “I taught you well.”

“He’s a machine. You know he fucks me for hours at a time?” I asked like he doesn’t already know. “I’m so exhausted I can’t even go to the gym afterwards.”

“And yet, last time he fucked you, you somehow found the energy to get fucked that afternoon by a rando who was vacationing with his wife and kids,” dad said as he went through his suitcase, tossing out speedos, workout clothes and tiny pairs of underwear. “That was a little slutty, don’t you think?”

I sighed in frustration. He was right. He just didn’t have to rub my nose in it. Besides, he’s a huge man-whore too but for some reason, it’s worse when I do it. He says it’s because I bottom. Sluts bottom, Studs top.

“You get the young ones and I get the married ones.” I slid off my tight gear, kicked off my shoes and laid back on the bed in only my black jock. I ran my fingers over my washboard abs, feeling each peak and valley.

Dad changed out of his workout clothes, admiring his naked body in the mirror. I admired it too. I could never get enough of his amazing body. Fuck, he makes me horny. I’m so pathetic. He can yell at me and demean me, and it just makes me want him to fuck me even more.

He picked up a pair of tiny red spandex briefs. His phone buzzed. He picked it up and scrolled the screen.

“Ha! Told you!” Dad yelled laughing. “Danny just sent a pic of a hot Asian muscle boy bouncing on his cock. Fucking Danny, such a slut.”

I wanted to get fucked, suddenly. Watching my stud father, his body tan and ripped, I wanted his cock inside me, and I wanted it now. I was going to seduce him with my body. I flexed my muscular legs, stretching out my toes, flexing my arms above my head, trying to get my father’s undivided attention. My cock was erect in my jock.

Dad was still texting like crazy. His phone beeped a few more times.

“Jesus Christ. Tom and Dave are already done with their first hook up,” he laughed as he looked at pictures they had sent. “Jesus. They tag teamed some dude who is competing tonight.” Dad snickered.

I was horny and I didn’t give a shit what his buddies were doing. Unless they were doing me, I couldn’t care less. It was time to strike.

“Hey. Muscle-daddy.” I said in a low deep whisper.

Dad looked up from his phone and did a double take. He smiled and snapped a picture of me with his phone.

“What are going to do with that picture?” I asked playfully.

“Showing the guys who I’m about to fuck. And send,” he smiled as he sent the text.

My dick became harder in my tight jock. I brought my smooth, powerful legs up to take off my jock, but dad stopped me.

“No. Leave it on. I’m going to fuck my hot boy in his jock,” he growled.

“Yeah, you are,” I assured him like I had any say in the situation. I rarely got to decide when dad was going to sink his dick into my muscle hole. It wasn’t uncommon to wake up in the middle of night with his cock nudging at my hole. I rolled over on to my stomach, arched my back and pushed my bubble butt in the air.

“Fuck,” dad said in a gruff tone as he took his briefs and wadded them up in one hand and lay down on top of me.

“What are those for?” I ask about the underwear.

“For this.” He reached around and stuffed them into my mouth at the same time he slowly pushed his un-lubed cock into my muscled ass.

“MMMPPPHHH!” I grunted loudly into the briefs. It was so loud I’m sure the neighboring rooms heard us.

He held the briefs in place and started to rock back and forth. “See, baby boy. Daddy knows what he’s doing. I know how my hot boy likes to scream.” He growled into my ear.

Dad knows what I like and what he likes. I need a hard pounding and I got it. The only kind of pounding he gives. He used to hold back until I could prove that I could take it. Once that happened, he fucks balls to the wall.

“Such a good boy slut,” he whispered in my ear. “Such a fucking beautiful whore for daddy. Daddy’s proud of his muscle boy slut.”

As he was plowing away at my upturned ass, his phone beeped on the pillow next to us. He continued to fuck while reading the screen. He chuckled.

“We need to cut this short.” He pulled the briefs from my mouth. I was disappointed. “Right after I cum in your ass.” He slammed forward and I could feel his cum shoot into my ass for the second time that day. He fucked me after the two boys left this morning. Hence, the no lube.

“Why do we have to stop?” I grunted.

He pulled out of me and stood up. “YOU have a date in about 10 minutes.”

I rolled over and sat up. ”WHAT?”

He pulled up his underwear. “You have a date with a friend of Michael’s.”

I stood up. “Dad. No.”

“Jake. Yes.” He turned and reached for his watch.

“You’re not pimping me out again!” I told him.

“Jake, this guy owns a string of high-end gyms and has a workout clothing line,” dad said calmly like I should understand. “He may want to endorse me.”

“God fucking damn it, dad! I’m not getting fucked so you can become a fitness model. Why don’t YOU fuck him?”

“Trust me, I tried.” Dad slid a tight polo over his head. “but he wants YOU.”

“Me? I’ve never even met this asshole,” I pleaded.

“Well, he’s seen you. Fuck, you’re all he could talk about, apparently.”

“Fuck that. I’m not doing it.” I grabbed a pair shorts thinking I would dress and leave.

Dad grabbed my arm and held me in place. “You’re doing this.”

Dad looked at me eye to eye. His face was stern, and his grip became tighter.

“You’re fucking hurting me.” I said as I tried to pull away.

“You’re fucking doing this,” he snarled.

He let go of me and pushed me down on the bed. I looked at him, defiance in my eyes. I couldn’t believe he was doing this. He really did see me as nothing but a pretty whore.

“If you do this, it could mean millions. Millions that you’ll share in. You’ll be set for the rest of your life. Be like me and use what you were blessed with to get ahead.”

“So, I’m just your hooker now?”

Dad walked to the door and looked through the peephole.

“If that’s what you want to call it. I just know you’re my cash-cow.” He sneered. “It’s no different than what you usually do, only now you’ll get paid for it.” He sneered again, looked me up and down and with a disgusted expression said, “You’re a fuck-boy.”

My jaw dropped. “What the fuck? You made me like this! You, fucking asshole. No wonder mom left you.”

He turned to me. “You’re right I did. From the moment you started to show promise; your body filled out, how easily you pack on muscle, your fucking handsome face, I knew I had hit the jackpot. A son who’s hot AND gay? Why do you think I push you so hard in the gym? I’m building you a body that will get you ahead, like I have. Look how easy it was to use your body to get Michael to do whatever you want. I’ve given you everything. I’ve provided for you all your life. It’s time you start pulling your weight.”

“I… I do not believe this. You were grooming me?”

“Yep, don’t get me wrong, you’re my son and I love you. But, I also like fucking you and I know how other men like fucking you. Now you know how the game is played. Use the body I built for you. Make us rich. I’m going to win this competition and get modeling contracts and supplement endorsements. You won’t regret this.”

There was a knock on the door. Dad opened it and Michael walked in with his tight polo, painted on jeans and cocky swagger. Behind him was another man about his age. Tall, dark and handsome and built like a god. He looked past dad and saw me sitting on the bed in a tiny black jockstrap. I stood up realizing I was almost naked.

Michael officially introduced my dad to Bryan, the man who wanted me ass up. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, but Bryan’s eyes were on me.

Bryan made a bee-line straight for me and took my hand.

“You’re Jake,” he stated with a deep voice.

I stared up at him. Holy shit this dude was hot. The shirt couldn’t contain his amazing amount of muscle.

“Yeah, I’m Jake.”

He stared down at me from his 6′5 frame.

“Leave,” he commanded Michael and my dad without taking his eyes of me. Dominance and power oozed from his pores.

“Look at you. Fucking perfect muscle-boy.” He continued to stare at me, and he ran his hands over my chest and biceps. “I hear you are quite the fuck-boy. You’re MY fuck-boy, now.”

I looked at dad. Dad and Michael had shit-eating grins on their faces.

Dad mouthed, “Fuck-boy.”

“I think I was wrong, dad. About what we were talking about.” I said to dad as he was about to close the door. I looked up at Bryan again, my cock rock hard.

Dad shrugged a “dad’s always right” look and closed the door. I looked up at Bryan, fell back on the bed and raised my smooth, muscular legs up in the air, each hand grasping my ankles.

“I’m your fuck-boy.”

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They continued groping each other all the way back into Phil’s house. They didn’t quite make it inside.

The yard was a muddy mess. Davis slipped. Phil laughed.

Davis pulled Phil in the muck with him.

They had fun horsing around. Wrestling, kissing, and dry humping each other.

When they kissed it tasted like dirt and jizz.

Eventually, they made it inside. Mud was tracked in. Their wet clothes were discarded on the ground.

They took their time getting to the shower.

Muddy hand prints littered the walls and also butt prints. Phil had pinned Davis to the wall a few times to make out. Davis returned the favour.

Davis and Phil made it into the walk-in shower. Two shower heads easily took the caked-on mud off.

Soap replaced dirt.

Davis made sure Phil’s pink hole was nice and clean with his tongue.

Phil braced himself with one hand on the glass wall. While his other lightly stroked his fat eight inch cock.

“Fuck, Davis,” he panted, “that’s incredible.”

Davis never let up. Phil’s hole tasted hot. The perfect combination of ass juice and soap with a touch of dirt.

Davis ran his hands up and down Phil’s strong hairy legs.

Davis got up and put his dick between Phil’s ass cheeks. And kissed his neck.

“Should we take this to the bedroom?”

“Yes.”

The two of them dried off and made way to Phil’s room.

Phil jumped on his bed and propped himself up on his elbows.

Davis crawled on the bed.

He sucked Phil’s throbbing cock all the way to the base.

Phil curled his toes with the pleasure Davis gave him. He nuzzled Phil’s nuts.

“Oh, fuck.”

Davis made his was up. Kissing every inch of Phil’s hairy stomach and chest.

Phil loved how his dick traced Davis’s bare chest as Davis went up.

They made out some more, grinding their stiff cocks together. Their precum made their cocks slick.

“Turn around,” whispered Davis.

Phil complied and arched his back for Davis. Davis rimmed Phil some more. Phil moaned and took hold of the sheets.

Davis stopped to lube up. The cold touch of the lube sent chills down Phil’s back. More chills came when he felt Davis’s mushroom head pressed on his hole.

Davis went in slow.

“Fuck me, babe,” said Phil once all of Davis’s seven inch dick was all the way in.

Phil felt Davis’s balls smack him. And Davis’s cock felt amazing inside him.

Davis didn’t usually top but he loved the feeling of being inside Phil.

“You’re hole is so tight.”

“Faster,” moaned Phil.

Davis picked up the pace. He was getting close.

“Phil, I’m going to cum.”

“Fill me up.”

Davis shared his intense load with his lover. He was out of breath. Several long bursts of cum filled up Phil.

Davis pulled out. Phil’s loose hole oozed out Davis’s seed.

He collapsed onto his back. Phil got up to straddled him. A few quick strokes coaxed his orgasm.

He shot his load all over Davis. Four ropy streams of hot jizz landed on Davis. From his neck to his abs.

Phil collapsed next to Davis.

“Looks like we’ll need another shower.”

They laughed.

After their much need second shower. The pair of them relaxed in the living room. The tv was on and the fireplace was ablaze, keeping their naked bodies nice and toasty.

“We need pizza,” said Davis.

“Hungry?”

“Yeah, must have been all that hot sex.”

“I’ll call them.”

Phil left to order pizza.

He wasn’t gone long. Davis admired Phil’s body from the sofa.

“Pizza is on its way.”

“Great.”

“I ordered it with extra sausage.”

They laughed and continued to watch tv.

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask.”

“Hm?”

“What’s that hole doing in your backyard.”

“Oh that, it’s going to be a swimming pool.”

“A pool?”

“Yeah, I’m building it for you. I know how much you love swimming.”

“You’re building a whole swimming pool, for me?”

“Davis, I love you. And I’ll do anything for you.”

“I love you too. And thank you so so much.”

Davis took hold of Phil and held him tightly.

The doorbell rang.

It startled both of them.

“I better go throw some shorts on.”

“No lets just go like this, it’ll be hilarious.”

“Are you sure?”

Another ring

“Too late now. I’m not shy.”

Phil sighed and answered the door.

The delivery guy was a couple years younger than them. He went on saying the total and all that without even noticing their state of dress. The pair of them trying not to laugh.

It was only after their transaction that he noticed. His jaw dropped at both Davis and Phil’s semi hard cocks.

“Looks like you have a tip for us.”

Phil and Davis got on there knees.

“Can we?” Asked Phil gesturing to the guy’s tenting pants.

He gulped and nodded.

The belt buckle unlatched easily and the black pants fell, reviling the tenting blue boxers.

Davis pulled the waistband all the way down. The guy had a beautiful six inch throbbing cock. Davis took it in his mouth. While, Phil sucked on his nuts and groping his ass.

“There’s our extra sausage we ordered.”

The guy groaned. Pure ecstasy.

Davis and Phil took turns sucking and deepthroating this guy’s cock. He was moaning and groaning. His hands were tangled in their hair.

He was getting close. His head was thrown back.

Phil got a mouthful of warm spunk. He swallowed and Davis sucked off the remaining drops of cum.

Wordlessly the rose, that guy was in awe. He looked down at their hardening members and he got on his knees.

He grabbed both their cocks and tentatively stroked them. Once he got a feel for them he started blowing them. Stroking one while sucking the other.

Davis and Phil made out while their new friend worked them to the brink.

Phil came first and Davis shortly after. They gave the pizza guy a double facial. He had the widest grin on his face as these two dicks let loose their steaming jizz.

Cum dripped off his face as he went back to his car.

Davis and Phil enjoyed their pizza as they watched a movie.

They fell asleep on the cough in each other’s arms.

I wished I could wake up to a reality where the last 13 months could be just a dream. I’d wake up to your call and tonight hear you say that you love me without letting the words slip past your lips. I adored you. Your confidence, your strength and even your weaknesses. 

I won’t be the first to write on what it feels to be taken for granted… nor will I be the last. 

This is my part of the story that we once shared. I wish you could read it because only here would you be able to tell how I really feel. How it feels to fall in love with someone whose faith says that you cannot love me the way I love you. I may be crazy but I knew from the start that I could never have you to call my own. Yet I was at your mercy, my heart obeyed your every command and the sad thing is …. you knew it. You knew that every time I hear your name, I skip a breath…. I say breath because time pauses around me and for just a second… I can feel you with me . I knew the dangers but I kept on because you gave me a high I’ve never felt before. Drugs would blush at the damage that you’ve done to me. My heart has a hole in the shape of the print of your fingertips…. the fingers that slide through my hair, slide between my hands… that slid on my hard pulsating cock.  

Your lips…. was the forbidden fruit… I kissed you even though it was for a second. Everything became real. Your faith became known. That was your kryptonite and it became mine in time. How many times have you made me look in the mirror to question whether I was good enough? How many times did you get me jealous by flirting with other guys. Was I obsessed? Yes. Was I paranoid? Just as much as you were. I liked your crazy.  You were the only person to make me feel normal.

Love isn’t strong enough to describe what we had, or at least what I thought was there. We sacrificed, we hid, and we were happy. But only as your secret could I exist in your life. I knew I deserved better but why give up the best for better? The best. That’s you. 

I’m Kayle. Standing at 5’11 blonde hair, scruffy , medium builteasy on the eyes and hard on the books. He’s Adam. Stands at 5’2″ slender and hard on the looks and the books. It’s fair to say that he wasn’t my type. He was more outgoing. A bit too effeminate for my liking (or so I thought back then) and self conflicted. 

We met at work. I made a joke and he laughed. It was almost as if we were positioned just at the right place, the right moment and the right pair of hearts. You wanted to test me out, I saw your game, I played it just because I knew that you had nothing to offer… to interest me. That is until I saw your pain, I saw your psycho I saw your strength to rise above it all and I saw you get lost between the clouds of what you really are. But how can your identity block your individualism? Fuck… you were the puzzle that I never solved. 

“Kayle, what are you doing after work on friday?”  He said with a smirk. The smirk which brought me to my knees begging for this feeling to stop. 

“Nothing do you have anything planned for me?” I shot back.

“Hmm, would you do karaoke?” He grinned. 

Now I’m confused, I do not look like the singing type. Why would you throw that bone and expect me to bite? The real question is how did you manage to get me on stage. Even in the beginning I was a slave to your love. Probably still am but you will never see me show it.  At least not again. 

“So we’re in love but the heart ache builds up inside… and whose the one youre sleeping with instead of me tonight” he sang. So sweet… his voice was nothing short of angelic. Honestly I think that was where and when the first shackle was placed.  You didn’t just sing the song. You felt it. You made me feel it. With each note my heart copied the lyrics and honed it as its own. I was warm. In my 24 years on think he his earth.  I felt warm. As much as I hate to admit it. I had a boyfriend of 2 years. He’s a model, everything that I could ever wanted, he draws, he was in the process of making himself more qualified than he has ever been. Picture perfect we were. That is until you came into the picture. 

I hated myself for falling in love with you. I hated myself for loving someone other than the man who actually made me happy. Puzzled and in a maze trying to figure out my emotions, my energies and why they were all suddenly being directed back to you I cannot explain. Even 4 years later I still couldn’t explain what you had done to me. 

I turned to God to ask him to kill my emotions for you. I was at my wits end. I did counselling. 

I even tried to blackmail God by saying that he needs to remove these feelings from me because it’s for a servant of his. Imagine being that pathetic or that desperate to feel nothing for someone who made you feel like you were everything. 

We chatted more, we even exchanged numbers, I asked if you were gay, you said no.  You’re not that type of person. I was hurt. But then I saw the silver lining as I was already in a relationship and that too well invested. You always knew how to be an escape from my world and I entered what can only be deemed as your paradise. I was not safe but it felt so right to be there. To be with you. You felt my energy and you responded to it. You bought me gifts, made sure I ate and always ensured that I was safely nestled at home whenever I wasn’t at work.

You wanted me to end my relationship . I felt it. I felt it everytime you tried to remove my ring, remove my necklace. Every time your eyes rolled back at the sound of my Boyfriends name, Brad. 

The tricky thing is that we all work for the same firm. My boyfriend could pop up at anytime I catch us. The strangest thing it’s that it only made me harder not afraid. It made him crazier. I loved it. His crazy was the mirror of my internal reflections.  Reflections that could never see the real world.  

Until you were on my desk with me between your legs… my lips caressing your neck because that was as far and you let me go. I wanted more but you were already dishing out more than I could handle.  I felt your nails sink into the back of my neck. I didn’t care. All I knew is that I wanted you. All of you…. or all that you could give me. Until the knock on the door changed our lives forever….

To be continued.

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I have always been a closet crossdresser ever since the early days of puberty when my hormones started running wild. I had this uncontrollable urge to become a woman, I so envied ladies having the opportunity to wear all the sexy lingerie, bras panties, stockings etc. but ultimate favorite I think had to be girdles. Not so fashionable these days but back when I first stepped over the line and tried on my first bra (my mother’s) girdles were in fashion at least in the days of her generation. She had a collection of full longline bras, bullet bra open bottom girdles panty girdles with garters you name it I was in crossdressing heaven. On the days when I was left alone because my mother was a working woman back when it was unheard of, as soon as she left and most likely wasn’t even off the block and I was changing into a bra and girdle. I had this obsession that bras and panties had to match of course because all the models in the catalogs did. My obsession carries through even to this day. As I am composing this story wearing matching bra and panties.

Well as I grew older, I knew my compulsion would not be accepted by anyone especially my family and friends, this was before the internet was even an idea in some Brainiac’s head, those in the lifestyle today don’t have any idea what a blessing the net is for us. I moved out on my own in my early twenties and enjoyed my crossdressing in the privacy of my own place but always alone. I was very weary around girlfriends because I just had a sense about me after getting to know them as to whether or not my secrete would be safe and acceptable. Until one day strictly by change I met this girl named Kelly strictly by chance, the details of how we met are not important to my story but what happened with her is. We hit it off as sex partners a non stop booty call which was fine for me, I did like her a lot but wasn’t quite ready to commit. Well one day after a good knock down drag out fuck session, she asked me to grab her bra that landed on the corner of the couch and toss it too her, I picked it up and was fooling around holding the cups of the bra to my chest and was rubbing my tits, She giggled and laughed an whistled oh my don’t we look sexy. I laughed and said you know it baby I could rock this no problem. She laughed and sad oh really Mr. She said well let’s see about that and she walked across the room and told me to put my arms through the straps, which I did she then told me to turn around and she hooked the clasps of the bra and said now let’s see how you look. As she led me to the full length mirror in the bathroom. We stood in front of the mirror with her naked behind me wither arms around me fondling my bra covered tits. It was an underwire with cups made of a sheer fabric. She started rubbing my ass and told me I looked hot, would you fuck me while wearing that please as she reached around to grab my growing cock as I was excited to be in the company of a female while wearing a bra. We went out to the living room and she grabbed her panties off the floor and said here put these on. My God they matched she was my kind of gal. We fucked and sucked for a while and I thoroughly enjoyed it as did she. She said to me come on we were supposed to be getting something to eat when you put on my bra. I said no I picked it up you put it on me. We got changed and ready to go grab a quick bite, but before we left, she grabbed a fabric measuring tape from on a kitchen draws and told me to put my arms up. She measured me around the chest right at the nipples I knew exactly what she was doing but didn’t let on.

 We went downtown to a little favorite Chinese place and grabbed dinner on or walk back we stopped into the sex shop where we had been to many times before looking at all the toys but didn’t buy any. We got back to her place fucked a bunch more times and then I had to say goodnight. She asked if I planned on coming down the following night for our usual fuck and food session, I told her I wouldn’t miss it. The next night I arrived after stopping home to shower and change, when I got to her place, she had a big smile on her face and said I got you a present, oh really did you know what is it let me see. She handed me a bag from a local lingerie store that I knew because I passed it every night on my way to her house. I reached in and removed to bra and panty sets, one black and one turquoise, I gave her a big long kiss and thanked her. I said oh my, aren’t you the kinky little devil, she giggled her signature giggle and said well you looked like you were really into it so I figured you’d like your own, you can wear mine anytime you want though if you like. I smiled and said thank you I might take you up on that offer. She was especially excited as they both matched sets that she had, she pointed out that these had molded foam cups to give you bigger boobies and we can even fill them with something if you like. She confessed to me that she had a fantasy or possibly as much of a fetish for the longest time about wanting to have sex with a man dressed in her underwear. So, who was I to not allow the lady to have her fantasy, all the time I never disclosed to her that I was a crossdresser? We continued having our fuck and food sessions for months that grew into years we even still had great sex after we had both met our respective significant others mainly to satisfy our kinky side.

 I mentioned met someone else while I was fucking Kelly, we talked on the phone at work daily and she had the sexiest voice and had to meet her I didn’t care what she looked like but of the opportunity arose I was going to stick my cock in her. When we spoke privately while at home, she was a completely different person, she was a lot funnier and had a dirty mind and loved telling me dirty jokes. We spoke freely about sex and different things we liked but my secrete was still just that only shared with Kelly my fuck buddy, which btw wearing bras and panties were now a prerequisite to have sex, a few times she dared me to wear them under my cloths when we went out.

Well this new girl Deedee was downright raunchy at times which was titillating to say the least. She told me she had friends who were transgender, gay, lesbian and straight. She said in the movie business you meet all types, I was impressed to say the least and asked about the movie things. She was a professional cosmetologist and wardrobe specialist. She had a laundry list of music video, movies, TV shows etc. in her resume. I asked her if she ever did any porn she laughed and said had several parts in some lesbian porno’s I said REALLY! She laughed and said fuck no I just said it to get a rise out of you… laughing. I said you win you got me, she said yeah, I bet something is rising right about now! I said ah hum you’ll have to come see for yourself, she quickly replied what’s your address I’ll be right there. Thinking I’d call her bluff as soon as I gave it to her she would back off, but she simply said let me throw some stuff in a bag and I’ll be on my way if I get lost, I’ll call you. I was like holy crap this broad just called my bluff. Well about a half hour went by and I heard a car pull in my driveway and there was a knock at the door. When I opened it there stood this 5’8” brunette with long legs that went from her feet all the way up to her nice firm looking round ass and sporting a nice big pair of tits that were busting out of her blouse intentionally unbuttoned just enough to show me she was wearing a black bra.  She looked down at them and said that’s why they call me DD She was a ten plus that is except for her face, she wasn’t ugly by no means but plain is how I would describe her. I invited her in, and she no sooner stepped inside when she planted a nice long kiss on my lips with a fine hint of tongue. She said well after talking to you on the phone for year and even more so our more private conversations I feel like I’ve known you a long time. We went into the living room where I had a fire going in the fireplace and only had one light on next to the chair, I was sitting in watching the tube. She smiled and said very nice this looks like a great place to fuck with that fire all you need is a bear skin rug. I almost spit my beer through my nose. She laughed hysterically and said I warned you I have no filter when I am not at work. We sat next to each other on the couch talking and my attention kept going back to her nice looking rack. She laughed I said nice bra and smiled and said thanks figuring I’d one up her I asked so matching panties? She said no I never wear panties only when I have too, I hate the restriction. My attention now went to her stocking long covered legs, she quickly said I wear thigh highs sometimes but normally I wear garter belts. My cock started to go into launch mode. She pulled her skirt up and said see, pulling it up enough that I could see that she was telling the truth, I said nice view so far, she said nice? How’s the view now as she hiked her skirt all the way up exposing her pantiles pussy. My jaw must have hit the floor. She laughed and said what you’ve never seen a pussy before. I was not speechless but fumbling for words. I told you I like to shock people. I said I guess you do.

 I placed my hand on her knee hoping to work my way up to that nicely trimmed pussy, but she placed her hand on mine and said woe slow down there big boy all in due time. She said wait I have to show you something as she took a healthy swig from her long neck beer and reached for the big bag, she had brought with her. She pulled out a photo album and sat closer to me as she thumbed through the pages. Here were the pictures to back up everything she told me about her movie/video career hell she even won all kinds of accolades for her work. She got to one set of pictures where she transformed this guy into a woman. I was drawn to it like a month to a flame. I said that’s amazing I’d swear that was a chick I’d hit on her if I had half the chance, she laughed and said yeah, you’d probably wouldn’t know what to do when you reached up there and found a cock. We both laughed I lifted her skirt and said just checking. No cock up here honey well not yet anyway she smiled. We sat there drinking and chatting thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. We necked a little and I was fondling her tits gently squeezing and playing with her nipples through the material, when she stopped Frenching kissing me and said hey, I have a cool trick to show you, I said go for it.

She removed her one hand from my neck and sat back and spread her legs and took her longneck and slowly inserted the opening into her pussy that was by now soaking went. She fucked her pussy a few times and then removed the bottle and placed it to my kips and tilted it back and said here you look like you need a drink. That was the best beer I had ever tasted. She stood up and took my hand and said ok enough teasing lets fuck. I said it would be my pleasure. We got to the bedroom where we took off our cloths, I admired her beautiful body in the sexy black bra and garter belt and stockings. She put her hands behind her back to unclasp the bra and I said no leave it on please. She smiled and said sure but let me adjust it first. She flipped down a panel on the top of each cup exposing her nipples. I smiled and went in and pinched and sucked her nipples. She took my hand and was leading me to the bed when I said wait. She had this what the fuck look, on her face, I stripped the heaving comforter and blanket off my waterbed and reached into the wicker basket at the foot of the bed and pulled out another heaving blanket and handed it to her and lead her back down the hall he pumps clicking on the hardwood floor. I said your right this is a great place to fuck. I spread everything out grabbed the couch cushions and we both lay in front of the fire and proceeded to fuck our brains out. After our second time she said she’s like to take the waterbed out for a test ride. I smiled and said you got it. We picked up everything and back to the bedroom we went for a sex cruise on my waterbed. That lasted until the next morning. 

It was one night a few months into the relationship when one night at her house I just got there when she was arriving from work we went inside and she kicked off her shoes put her feet up on the ottoman and asked if I I have always been a closet crossdresser ever since the early days of puberty when my hormones started running wild. I had this uncontrollable urge to become a woman, I so envied ladies having the opportunity to wear all the sexy lingerie, bra’s panties, stockings etc. but ultimate favorite I think had to be girdles. Not so fashionable these days but back when I first stepped over the line and tried on my first bra (my mother’s) girdles were in fashion at least in the days of her generation. She had a collection of full longlined bra’s, bullet bra’s open bottom girdles panty girdles with garters you name it I was in cross dressing heaven. On the days when I was left alone because my mother was a working woman back when it was unheard of, as soon as she left and most likely wasn’t even off the block and I was changing into a bra and girdle. I had this obsession that bras and panties had to match of course because all the models in the catalogs did. My obsession carries through even to this day. As I am composing this story wearing matching bra and panties.

Well as I grew older, I knew my compulsion would not be accepted by anyone especially my family and friends, this was before the internet was even an idea in some Brainiac’s head, those in the lifestyle today don’t have any idea what a blessing the net is for us. I moved out on my own in my early twenties and enjoyed my crossdressing in the privacy of my own place but always alone. I was very weary around girlfriends because I just had a sense about me after getting to know them as to whether or not my secrete would be safe and acceptable. Until one day strictly by change I met this girl named Kelly strictly by chance, the details of how we met are not important to my story but what happened with her is. We hit it off as sex partners a nonstop booty call which was fine for me, I did like her a lot but wasn’t quite ready to commit. Well one day after a good knock down drag out fuck session, she asked me to grab her bra that landed on the corner of the couch and toss it too her, I picked it up and was fooling around holding the cups of the bra to my chest and was rubbing my tits, She giggled and laughed an whistled oh my don’t we look sexy. I laughed and said you know it baby I could rock this no problem. She laughed and sad oh really Mr. She said well let’s see about that and she walked across the room and told me to put my arms through the straps, which I did she then told me to turn around and she hooked the clasps of the bra and said now let’s see how you look. As she led me to the full length mirror in the bathroom. We stood in front of the mirror with her naked behind me wither arms around me fondling my bra covered tits. It was an underwire with cups made of a sheer fabric. She started rubbing my ass and told me I looked hot, would you fuck me while wearing that please as she reached around to grab my growing cock as I was excited to be in the company of a female while wearing a bra. We went out to the living room and she grabbed her panties off the floor and said here put these on. My God they matched she was my kind of gal. We fucked and sucked for a while and I thoroughly enjoyed it as did she. She said to me come on we were supposed to be getting something to eat when you put on my bra. I said no I picked it up you put it on me. We got changed and ready to go grab a quick bite, but before we left, she grabbed a fabric measuring tape from on a kitchen draws and told me to put my arms up. She measured me around the chest right at the nipples I knew exactly what she was doing but didn’t let on.

 We went downtown to a little favorite Chinese place and grabbed dinner on or walk back we stopped into the sex shop where we had been to many times before looking at all the toys but didn’t buy any. We got back to her place fucked a bunch more times and then I had to say goodnight. She asked if I planned on coming down the following night for our usual fuck and food session, I told her I wouldn’t miss it. The next night I arrived after stopping home to shower and change, when I got to her place, she had a big smile on her face and said I got you a present, oh really did you know what is it let me see. She handed me a bag from a local lingerie store that I knew because I passed it every night on my way to her house. I reached in and removed to bra and panty sets, one black and one turquoise, I gave her a big long kiss and thanked her. I said oh my, aren’t you the kinky little devil, she giggled her signature giggle and said well you looked like you were really into it so I figured you’d like your own, you can wear mine anytime you want though if you like. I smiled and said thank you I might take you up on that offer. She was especially excited as they both matched sets that she had, she pointed out that these had molded foam cups to give you bigger boobies and we can even fill them with something if you like. She confessed to me that she had a fantasy or possibly as much of a fetish for the longest time about wanting to have sex with a man dressed in her underwear. So, who was I to not allow the lady to have her fantasy, all the time I never disclosed to her that I was a crossdresser? We continued having our fuck and food sessions for months that grew into years we even still had great sex after we had both met our respective significant others mainly to satisfy our kinky side.

 I mentioned met someone else while I was fucking Kelly, we talked on the phone at work daily and she had the sexiest voice and had to meet her I didn’t care what she looked like but of the opportunity arose I was going to stick my cock in her. When we spoke privately while at home, she was a completely different person, she was a lot funnier and had a dirty mind and loved telling me dirty jokes. We spoke freely about sex and different things we liked but my secrete was still just that only shared with Kelly my fuck buddy, which btw wearing bras and panties were now a prerequisite to have sex, a few times she dared me to wear them under my cloths when we went out.

Well this new girl Deedee was downright raunchy at times which was titillating to say the least. She told me she had friends who were transgender, gay, lesbian and straight. She said in the movie business you meet all types, I was impressed to say the least and asked about the movie things. She was a professional cosmetologist and wardrobe specialist. She had a laundry list of music video, movies, TV shows etc. in her resume. I asked her if she ever did any porn she laughed and said had several parts in some lesbian porno’s I said REALLY! She laughed and said fuck no I just said it to get a rise out of you… laughing. I said you win you got me, she said yeah, I bet something is rising right about now! I said ah hum you’ll have to come see for yourself, she quickly replied what’s your address I’ll be right there. Thinking I’d call her bluff as soon as I gave it to her she would back off, but she simply said let me throw some stuff in a bag and I’ll be on my way if I get lost, I’ll call you. I was like holy crap this broad just called my bluff. Well about a half hour went by and I heard a car pull in my driveway and there was a knock at the door. When I opened it there stood this 5’8” brunette with long legs that went from her feet all the way up to her nice firm looking round ass and sporting a nice big pair of tits that were busting out of her blouse intentionally unbuttoned just enough to show me she was wearing a black bra.  She looked down at them and said that’s why they call me DD She was a ten plus that is except for her face, she wasn’t ugly by no means but plain is how I would describe her. I invited her in, and she no sooner stepped inside when she planted a nice long kiss on my lips with a fine hint of tongue. She said well after talking to you on the phone for year and even more so our more private conversations I feel like I’ve known you a long time. We went into the living room where I had a fire going in the fireplace and only had one light on next to the chair, I was sitting in watching the tube. She smiled and said very nice this looks like a great place to fuck with that fire all you need is a bear skin rug. I almost spit my beer through my nose. She laughed hysterically and said I warned you I have no filter when I am not at work. We sat next to each other on the couch talking and my attention kept going back to her nice looking rack. She laughed I said nice bra and smiled and said thanks figuring I’d one up her I asked so matching panties? She said no I never wear panties only when I have too, I hate the restriction. My attention now went to her stocking long covered legs, she quickly said I wear thigh highs sometimes but normally I wear garter belts. My cock started to go into launch mode. She pulled her skirt up and said see, pulling it up enough that I could see that she was telling the truth, I said nice view so far, she said nice? How’s the view now as she hiked her skirt all the way up exposing her pantiles pussy. My jaw must have hit the floor. She laughed and said what you’ve never seen a pussy before. I was not speechless but fumbling for words. I told you I like to shock people. I said I guess you do.

 I placed my hand on her knee hoping to work my way up to that nicely trimmed pussy, but she placed her hand on mine and said woe slow down there big boy all in due time. She said wait I have to show you something as she took a healthy swig from her long neck beer and reached for the big bag, she had brought with her. She pulled out a photo album and sat closer to me as she thumbed through the pages. Here were the pictures to back up everything she told me about her movie/video career hell she even won all kinds of accolades for her work. She got to one set of pictures where she transformed this guy into a woman. I was drawn to it like a month to a flame. I said that’s amazing I’d swear that was a chick I’d hit on her if I had half the chance, she laughed and said yeah, you’d probably wouldn’t know what to do when you reached up there and found a cock. We both laughed I lifted her skirt and said just checking. No cock up here honey well not yet anyway she smiled. We sat there drinking and chatting thoroughly enjoying each other’s company. We necked a little and I was fondling her tits gently squeezing and playing with her nipples through the material, when she stopped Frenching kissing me and said hey, I have a cool trick to show you, I said go for it. She removed her one hand from my neck and sat back and spread her legs and took her longneck and slowly inserted the opening into her pussy that was by now soaking went. She fucked her pussy a few times and then removed the bottle and placed it to my kips and tilted it back and said here you look like you need a drink. That was the best beer I had ever tasted. She stood up and took my hand and said ok enough teasing lets fuck. I said it would be my pleasure. We got to the bedroom where we took off our cloths, I admired her beautiful body in the sexy black bra and garter belt and stockings. She put her hands behind her back to unclasp the bra and I said no leave it on please. She smiled and said sure but let me adjust it first. She flipped down a panel on the top of each cup exposing her nipples. I smiled and went in and pinched and sucked her nipples. She took my hand and was leading me to the bed when I said wait. She had this what the fuck look, on her face, I stripped the heaving comforter and blanket off my waterbed and reached into the wicker basket at the foot of the bed and pulled out another heaving blanket and handed it to her and lead her back down the hall he pumps clicking on the hardwood floor. I said your right this is a great place to fuck. I spread everything out grabbed the couch cushions and we both lay in front of the fire and proceeded to fuck our brains out. After our second time she said she’s like to take the waterbed out for a test ride. I smiled and said you got it. We picked up everything and back to the bedroom we went for a sex cruise on my waterbed. That lasted until the next morning.  

It was one night a few months into the relationship when one night at her house I just got there when she was arriving from work we went inside and she kicked off her shoes put her feet up on the ottoman and asked if I would rub her feet, something I am really great at according to every women I’ve been with. So, I’m there rubbing her feet and she undoes the belt of her dress, and opens it giving me full view of her uncovered pussy and her matching of course bright red bra and garter belt. She said help me off with this thing will you please. So, she sits up and I place my arms around her back and unhooked her bra as she kissed me. She let out a sigh of relief. She said I hate wearing these dam things sometimes they can be so uncomfortable, I laughed and said quit your bitchin how bad can it be to look that dammed sexy. She laughed and said ok, so you think it’s easy huh. I laughed yup. She got up from the chair and sauntered off to the bedroom her open dress flowing and her tits bouncing, she returned with a purple padded bra and said here you go put it on. I looked at her and she said you heard me put it on now! I said ok no problem. I peeled off my shirt and threw it on the chair. She said ok now put it on, I didn’t do the reverse trick and then slip your arms in as I do at home. She steps behind me and hooks the bra closed putting a finger in between the strap and my back giving it a little tug. She turned me around and said ok now do the runway walk for me and show me how sexy you look. I did as she asked and she kissed me and said you look hot and throws me my shirt, put it on your taking me to dinner wearing that so we’ll see how comfortable it is. Jokingly I said what no panties. She said ok smart ass take your pants off and back to the bedroom she goes returning now with a purple satin garter belt that matched the bra and a pair of black stockings. She threw me the garter belt and said you know how to take it off I’m sure you can figure out how to put it on, which I did with ease. She pointed at the ottoman and said sit! I did as commanded and she put on one stocking at a time rolling it up my leg until it was just high enough on my upper thigh and affixed them to the garters and snapped the clasp closed. She pointed, saying walk and I did as she ordered. She told me to do a turnaround as she picked up her bra and put it back on.

 She said you look sexy as hell now put your pants on and take me to dinner you slut. We went out and I was completely at ease with it and comfort wasn’t an issue it was really good/expensive so it aided greatly to the comfort level and the nylon stockings felt fantastic and the spirit of us matching outfits I wasn’t wearing any panties which I would have naturally done at home. She told me she was thoroughly impressed we enjoyed more than a few cocktails with dinner seeing how it was a Friday night and we didn’t have to work the next day. When we got back to her place the first thing she did was undress and while standing there completely naked she looked at me and said are you going to, stopped and said no keep them on I kind of like it, it will be like fucking a shemale. Told you she was raunchy at times. We fucked and sucked, and I was clearly the sub. She got into it right away calling me her bitch telling me to eat her pussy clean of cum whenever I dumped a load into her. Sucking on my bra covered tits and pinching my nipples.

Afterwards we lay there, and she asked how’d I like being her bitch, I told her it was fun I really liked it a lot. I asked her would she mind if we do it again, she raised up supporting herself with one arm looking down at me, asking wearing this or something like it? I said yes It felt very erotic. She laughed and said you like to dress in women’s undies don’t you. I laughed and said ok you outted me I’m a crossdresser but jokingly. Now Deedee was wild and uninhibited, but I still tread lightly with my fetish well I was soon to find out that was completely unnecessary. She looked at my face intently and said you have nice cheek bones nose shape is good, you’re not too muscular, an athletic look would work. I had a puzzled look on my face, when she told me just leave everything up to me babydoll, let fuck some more before bed we have a busy day tomorrow. I had no clue as to what was instore for me, but it had my cock twitching that was for sure. The morning we woke up with a morning blowjob with her spitting my load in my mouth and French kissing me, she sucked and paly with my cock getting me hard enough to fuck which I willingly did filling her pussy full of cum, she commanded me to lick her pussy clean. As I did, she started talking to me. Lap up that cum you whore bitch, swallow every ounce of cum you little slut. I had no issue with ever cleaning a pussy of my own cum, but this was more exciting with the way she was talking to me. She sat up in bed and said I have a proposal for you, I said I’m listening, you seemed like you were thoroughly enjoying yourself last night wearing my bra and dressed like a slut I nodded yes it was wild I did enjoy it, she smiled and said good how would you like to take it all the way she asked, the full experience I’d like to transform you into a woman if you’d allow me the pleasure. I looked at her and she said well what do you think? I looked back at her and said why not. I have a confession to make, she asked what is it. I hesitated a little and then just let it fly I’ve been a closet cross dresser for years. She smiled and said really do tell, I think it’s very cool I really do I’ve never had a CD boyfriend this is going to be so much fun with you’ll see, it will be nothing like anything you’ve experienced before not even your night at the club.

 When we were all finished, we showered got dressed and headed out for the day. After breakfast we hit the mall and several small shop she frequented. We went to Victoria’s Secret, Fredricks and some trendy store where she shopped. She picked out bras and matching panty sets stockings lingerie, nighties etc. and two boxes containing shoes. She smiled and said nothing but the best for my bitch. I was like ok this is going to be fun. She made two more stops both of which I had to wait in the car. When we got home, she ordered me to the bathroom and said draw yourself a bath which I did she assisted me in washing everywhere and said ok now let’s see one of those legs. She sat on the edge of the tub and lathered my leg up with shaving cream And proceeded to shave my legs, she said in the future you’ll do this yourself and explained exactly how to do it with the least chance of nicking yourself. She then had me raise my arm and she trimmed the hairs with a small scissors and then shaved me clean. She commented this too is something you’ll need to do you’re not from France meaning how many French women did not shave their armpits something we take for granted but when you see it that’s disgusting if you ask me. She said ok last step and she lathered my chest with shaving cream and drew the razor across my chest within a few minutes she had voided me of my body hair except she smiled and said yes down there too. She had me lay flat on my back on a bath towel on the bed. She methodically trimmed my pubic hair until I was ready to be shaved. She lathered me up and proceeded to shave me clean she even held my cock up so she could shave underneath it and my balls as well. She was very gentile and careful not to nick me at all before I knew it, I was completely bald, with the exception of overall size my body resembled that of a prepubescent young man with a really large cock. She moved it up and down and said we’ll have to do something with this, but I have just the trick. She reached into a draw in her dresser and pulled out what appeared to be a thong, but it wasn’t the look on my face must have said what it that. She said this is a gaff, I said a what a gaff its designed to hide your penis and it will help prevent you from getting an erection. I said but I like getting erections and she said so do I but not when your dressed as a woman, a woman with a dick is a shemale, we’ll let you be a shemale later.

 I stood up and she had me step into it and slipped it up my waist and told me shove your cock in here pointing to the tube looking part of the device, When I did she reached between my lags and tugged it pulling my cock between my legs and she affixed it to the back of the waist portion of this gizmo. When I stood in front of the mirror my cock was gone all I could make out was a fleshy bulge. She said this way your crotch will have a feminine look, she then said ok bra and thigh high stockings for this afternoon I have a different outfit in mind for tonight. I sat down in the large wingback chair in her bedroom and proceeded to roll my stocking on over my foot first then rolling it carefully as I pulled them up into position I ran my hand palm down the entire length of my leg smoothing it out I then did the same with my other leg, the feeling was so much more incredible with my freshly shaven legs. On the back of the chair was a black satin bra with red lace trim, I put both my arms through and turned around so she could hook me up. She smiled and said I bet you’ve taken hundreds of these off without a problem but putting them on is a completely different story isn’t it. I nodded yes, it is, and I don’t know about hundred she laughed and said oh no not you. She stood facing me and smooth the cups of the bra out with the palms of her hand, she looked and said hmm I think we’ll need to get you some with molded cups but for now these will do. How does it feel I answered honestly a bit tight, she said you’ll see why in a minute, she walked over to her dressing table and reached into one of the draws and came out with two pads she pulled each cup and slipped this pad under my man boob forcing them upward. She then did the same with the other one she pushed up the bottoms of the cups and smiled and stepped aside giving me full access to the full length mirror and my God I had cleavage, not a lot mind you but some cleavage non the less. She said well you’re a natural B cup, but a C would suit you much better. I smiled and said how about a D or a Double D. She said my now aren’t you the big slut. I said well if I am going to be your slut I might as well try my best. She laughed and said we’ll get you some larger bras and work on that, I think you could pull off a D or DD as we are exactly the same height and I think mine look pretty dam good. She then handed me a black under bust corset which I stepped into and she assisted me in pulling it up to the band of my bra and proceeded to zip it up from the back this was to give me more of an hourglass feminine figure. It was tight but held everything in its place. She asked if I was ok and was it too tight and did, I have problem breathing? I said no it’s a bit snug but I’m ok. She laughed and said I’ve worn that on many occasions. I looked and said really why, she said sometimes a girl just has to accentuate her curves to overpower the male species, especially when I am at work and I want what I want I use my body as a weapon when I have to. Impressive I thought to myself

 Ok next your makeup and she patted the bench in front of her dressing table, she then went to work foundation, lip gloss, she used a pencil and some brush to highlight my cheekbones, eye liner and eye shadow. She took some coverup and tabbed it on her finger and she ran it over my upper lip hiding any hint of a shadow where a mustache was supposed to be. She was talking to me the entire time directing me what to do with my lips etc. she said I don’t want to make you look too whorish right now we’ll save that for later. Now I normally would let you take a peak, but I want to wait, she then brushed my hair back and said when it gets longer, we’ll style it but for now we must hide it. she took the cap that looked like a nylon stocking and slipped it on the top of my head pulling it down and smooth it out. She then reached for one of the wigs a shoulder length auburn/red with a light curl. She applied some sort of adhesive to the underside of it and firmly laced it on my head saying that so I don’t rip it off when I grab you by the hair when I fuck you She ran her fingers through it and then worked her magic with the brush and flipped it with a comb. She smiled and said you look great one of my better jobs if I do say so myself. She stepped away from in front of the mirror and said well what do you think? I could not believe my eyes a beautiful woman was looking back at me. I was speechless. Trying to find the right words or any words at all I said oh my god your amazing I actually do look good. She said good enough to eat, I smiled and said hmm. She took my hands and did my nails and we chit chatted like girls do in the salon, she said fun isn’t it, I said yes it really is. She painted my nails with a nice shade of red commenting this is one of my favorite colors, she put cotton balls between my toes while the nail polish dried. She told me normally I would put your wig on after the dress, but I just had to see your face. I’m glad she did as look at me half done wouldn’t have been as effective. She said you’re ready to get dressed as long as your careful with your feet and don’t mess up my work. I told her I’d try my best, ok she said and pointed to the dressing rack over in the corner of the room. There draped over it was a black leather skirt and hanging on a hangar was a deep red satin blouse and a waist length leather jacket. I walked over carefully not to mess up her polish job and reached for the skirt first. She said no you’re not a guy anymore stuffing his shirt in his trousers you’re a lady, blouse first. I did as she suggested putting the blouse on and butting it up. I then reached for the skirt and she told me to step into it with the zipper in the back, I did and wiggled my ass as I pulled it up over my hips I took my hand and tucked the blouse into the waist band of the skirt and like she had smooth everything out so there were no wrinkles. She told me the jacket could wait until we were ready to go. I was thinking to myself go I’m going out dressed like this surely as soon as someone looks at me, they will know I’m a guy. She then handed me the short boots she picked out for me unknowingly with my credit card. She must have sensed my fears and said relax babe kissing me on the lips you look better as a woman than you do as a man no offense. She said let me get ready and we’ll go out. She quickly got out of her cloths and stripped naked in a flash she put on a fresh bra and slipped on some thigh highs and put on a pair of black stretch riding pants and slipped on her up to black pirate boots and a black satin blouse, finished off with her leather duster. She handed me a purse and said remember how I taught you to hold and carry it, I nodded ok and she said one last finishing touch, she stood in front of me and tied a black satin neck scarf and adjusted it so the ends were to one side this would cover my Adams apple the one true telltale sign that you are not who you want people to believe you are. She took my hand and squeezed it and asked are you ready, don’t be afraid to say no I’ll understand. I mustered up the courage and said no I’m good let go girlfriend.  Truth be told I was scared shitless, but most of all I didn’t want to disappoint DD she had worked so hard and trained me for so long, not going out in public would be like not showing up for your college graduation.

 We got into her car as two girls going on for the afternoon in a lifted pickup truck wouldn’t be very convincing. We headed off and she drove us to a spot she knew a few towns over just in case, but I didn’t know a soul in that part of the state other than her. She picked our destination purposefully a small town on the border that was frequented by members of the gay community so as to give me reassurance that we would be amongst a nonjudgmental crowd. We had a fantastic time we shopped and had lunch and drinks like girlfriends do it was a glorious day. While in one of the trendy boutiques there was a gay male couple shopping and one of them stopped dead in his tracks and said oh my God I love your outfit you look fantastic and without giving it a second thought I thanked him for the compliment instead of a non or a smile my voice clearly gave me away. He smiled and said I love your shoes too sweetie, you two ladies enjoy the rest of your day, we both said you too. DD smiled and said see its fine your perfectly fine, I just said I guess so, she reassured me by squeezing my hand and told me to relax. We continued on enjoying our day and hit a few more trendy shops and picked up some nice lingerie. When we exited the shop there were our two new friends and the chatty one said oh my, did you find something nice here, I hope. DD opened the shopping bag to reveal a sexy white satin camisole he was very polite and asked if we minded and DD smiled and said no not at all as he reached in the bag and held it up and said Oh my God this is exquisite you are going to look so good in this I can’t stand it. I just smiled DD replied he I mean she is a little shy this is our first day out. He smiled and introduced himself I’m Kevin and this is Bill he returned the cami to the bag and held my hand and said good for you both sexy and classy DD said he I mean she doesn’t think she’s convincing. The both of them said oh no are you kidding you’re a ten plus sweetie absolutely perfect hell almost enough to make me go straight oh wait you’re a oh never mind. That was a tremendous confidence booster to say the least DD said well we have to get going but we come here often so maybe next week we can have a few drinks or lunch. They both loved the idea and said it’s a date, we gave our goodbye hugs and kisses and Kevin kissed me on the cheek and said I’d love to kiss you on the lips but don’t want to mess up your lipstick we all laughed and parted ways.

would rub her feet, something I am really great at according to every women I’ve been with. So, I’m there rubbing her feet and she undoes the belt of her dress, and opens it giving me full view of her uncovered pussy and her matching of course bright red bra and garter belt. She said help me off with this thing will you please. So, she sits up and I place my arms around her back and unhooked her bra as she kissed me. She let out a sigh of relief. She said I hate wearing these dam things sometimes they can be so uncomfortable, I laughed and said quit your bitchin how bad can it be to look that dammed sexy. She laughed and said ok, so you think it’s easy huh. I laughed yup. She got up from the chair and sauntered off to the bedroom her open dress flowing and her tits bouncing, she returned with a purple padded bra and said here you go put it on. I looked at her and she said you heard me put it on now! I said ok no problem. I peeled off my shirt and threw it on the chair. She said ok now put it on, I didn’t do the reverse trick and then slip your arms in as I do at home. She steps behind me and hooks the bra closed putting a finger in between the strap and my back giving it a little tug. She turned me around and said ok now do the runway walk for me and show me how sexy you look. I did as she asked and she kissed me and said you look hot and throws me my shirt, put it on your taking me to dinner wearing that so we’ll see how comfortable it is. Jokingly I said what no panties. She said ok smart ass take your pants off and back to the bedroom she goes returning now with a purple satin garter belt that matched the bra and a pair of black stockings. She threw me the garter belt and said you know how to take it off I’m sure you can figure out how to put it on, which I did with ease. She pointed at the ottoman and said sit! I did as commanded and she put on one stocking at a time rolling it up my leg until it was just high enough on my upper thigh and affixed them to the garters and snapped the clasp closed. She pointed, saying walk and I did as she ordered. She told me to do a turnaround as she picked up her bra and put it back on.

 She said you look sexy as hell now put your pants on and take me to dinner you slut. We went out and I was completely at ease with it and comfort wasn’t an issue it was really good/expensive so it aided greatly to the comfort level and the nylon stockings felt fantastic and the spirit of us matching outfits I wasn’t wearing any panties which I would have naturally done at home. She told me she was thoroughly impressed we enjoyed more than a few cocktails with dinner seeing how it was a Friday night and we didn’t have to work the next day. When we got back to her place the first thing she did was undress and while standing there completely naked she looked at me and said are you going to, stopped and said no keep them on I kind of like it, it will be like fucking a shemale. Told you she was raunchy at times. We fucked and sucked, and I was clearly the sub. She got into it right away calling me her bitch telling me to eat her pussy clean of cum whenever I dumped a load into her. Sucking on my bra covered tits and pinching my nipples.

Afterwards we lay there, and she asked how’d I like being her bitch, I told her it was fun I really liked it a lot. I asked her would she mind if we do it again, she raised up supporting herself with one arm looking down at me, asking wearing this or something like it? I said yes It felt very erotic. She laughed and said you like to dress in women’s undies don’t you. I laughed and said ok you outed me I’m a crossdresser but jokingly. Now Deedee was wild and uninhibited, but I still tread lightly with my fetish well I was soon to find out that was completely unnecessary. She looked at my face intently and said you have nice cheekbones nose shape is good, you’re not too muscular, an athletic look would work. I had a puzzled look on my face, when she told me just leave everything up to me babydoll, let fuck some more before bed we have a busy day tomorrow. I had no clue as to what was instore for me, but it had my cock twitching that was for sure. The morning we woke up with a morning blowjob with her spitting my load in my mouth and French kissing me, she sucked and play with my cock getting me hard enough to fuck which I willingly did filling her pussy full of cum, she commanded me to lick her pussy clean. As I did, she started talking to me. Lap up that cum you whore bitch, swallow every ounce of cum you little slut. I had no issue with ever cleaning a pussy of my own cum, but this was more exciting with the way she was talking to me. She sat up in bed and said I have a proposal for you, I said I’m listening, you seemed like you were thoroughly enjoying yourself last night wearing my bra and dressed like a slut I nodded yes it was wild I did enjoy it, she smiled and said good how would you like to take it all the way she asked, the full experience I’d like to transform you into a woman if you’d allow me the pleasure. I looked at her and she said well what do you think? I looked back at her and said why not. I have a confession to make, she asked what is it. I hesitated a little and then just let it fly I’ve been a closet cross dresser for years. She smiled and said really do tell, I think it’s very cool I really do I’ve never had a CD boyfriend this is going to be so much fun with you’ll see, it will be nothing like anything you’ve experienced before not even your night at the club.

 When we were all finished, we showered got dressed and headed out for the day. After breakfast we hit the mall and several small shop she frequented. We went to Victoria’s Secret, Fredericks and some trendy store where she shopped. She picked out bras and matching panty sets stockings lingerie, nighties etc. and two boxes containing shoes. She smiled and said nothing but the best for my bitch. I was like ok this is going to be fun. She made two more stops both of which I had to wait in the car. When we got home, she ordered me to the bathroom and said draw yourself a bath which I did she assisted me in washing everywhere and said ok now let’s see one of those legs. She sat on the edge of the tub and lathered my leg up with shaving cream

 And proceeded to shave my legs, she said in the future you’ll do this yourself and explained exactly how to do it with the least chance of nicking yourself. She then had me raise my arm and she trimmed the hairs with a small scissors and then shaved me clean. She commented this too is something you’ll need to do you’re not from France meaning how many French women did not shave their armpits something we take for granted but when you see it that’s disgusting if you ask me. She said ok last step and she lathered my chest with shaving cream and drew the razor across my chest within a few minutes she had voided me of my body hair except she smiled and said yes down there too. She had me lay flat on my back on a bath towel on the bed. She methodically trimmed my pubic hair until I was ready to be shaved. She lathered me up and proceeded to shave me clean she even held my cock up so she could shave underneath it and my balls as well. She was very gentile and careful not to nick me at all before I knew it, I was completely bald, with the exception of overall size my body resembled that of a prepubescent young man with a really large cock. She moved it up and down and said we’ll have to do something with this, but I have just the trick. She reached into a draw in her dresser and pulled out what appeared to be a thong, but it wasn’t the look on my face must have said what it that. She said this is a gaff, I said a what a gaff it’s designed to hide your penis and it will help prevent you from getting an erection. I said but I like getting erections and she said so do I but not when your dressed as a woman, a woman with a dick is a shemale, we’ll let you be a shemale later.

 I stood up and she had me step into it and slipped it up my waist and told me shove your cock in here pointing to the tube looking part of the device, When I did she reached between my legs and tugged it pulling my cock between my legs and she affixed it to the back of the waist portion of this gizmo. When I stood in front of the mirror my cock was gone all I could make out was a fleshy bulge. She said this way your crotch will have a feminine look, she then said ok bra and thigh high stockings for this afternoon I have a different outfit in mind for tonight. I sat down in the large wingback chair in her bedroom and proceeded to roll my stocking on over my foot first then rolling it carefully as I pulled them up into position I ran my hand palm down the entire length of my leg smoothing it out I then did the same with my other leg, the feeling was so much more incredible with my freshly shaven legs. On the back of the chair was a black satin bra with red lace trim, I put both my arms through and turned around so she could hook me up. She smiled and said I bet you’ve taken hundreds of these off without a problem but putting them on is a completely different story isn’t it. I nodded yes, it is, and I don’t know about hundred she laughed and said oh no not you. She stood facing me and smooth the cups of the bra out with the palms of her hand, she looked and said hmm I think we’ll need to get you some with molded cups but for now these will do. How does it feel I answered honestly a bit tight, she said you’ll see why in a minute, she walked over to her dressing table and reached into one of the draws and came out with two pads she pulled each cup and slipped this pad under my man boob forcing them upward. She then did the same with the other one she pushed up the bottoms of the cups and smiled and stepped aside giving me full access to the full length mirror and my God I had cleavage, not a lot mind you but some cleavage non the less. She said well you’re a natural B cup, but a C would suit you much better. I smiled and said how about a D or a Double D. She said my now aren’t you the big slut. I said well if I am going to be your slut I might as well try my best. She laughed and said we’ll get you some larger bras and work on that, I think you could pull off a D or DD as we are exactly the same height and I think mine look pretty dam good. She then handed me a black under bust corset which I stepped into and she assisted me in pulling it up to the band of my bra and proceeded to zip it up from the back this was to give me more of an hourglass feminine figure. It was tight but held everything in its place. She asked if I was ok and was it too tight and did, I have problem breathing? I said no it’s a bit snug but I’m ok. She laughed and said I’ve worn that on many occasions. I looked and said really why, she said sometimes a girl just has to accentuate her curves to overpower the male species, especially when I am at work and I want what I want I use my body as a weapon when I have to. Impressive I thought to myself

 Ok next your makeup and she patted the bench in front of her dressing table, she then went to work foundation, lip gloss, she used a pencil and some brush to highlight my cheekbones, eye liner and eye shadow. She took some coverup and tabbed it on her finger and she ran it over my upper lip hiding any hint of a shadow where a mustache was supposed to be. She was talking to me the entire time directing me what to do with my lips etc. she said I don’t want to make you look too whorish right now we’ll save that for later. Now I normally would let you take a peak, but I want to wait, she then brushed my hair back and said when it gets longer, we’ll style it but for now we must hide it. she took the cap that looked like a nylon stocking and slipped it on the top of my head pulling it down and smooth it out. She then reached for one of the wigs a shoulder length auburn/red with a light curl. She applied some sort of adhesive to the underside of it and firmly laced it on my head saying that so I don’t rip it off when I grab you by the hair when I fuck you She ran her fingers through it and then worked her magic with the brush and flipped it with a comb. She smiled and said you look great one of my better jobs if I do say so myself. She stepped away from in front of the mirror and said well what do you think? I could not believe my eyes a beautiful woman was looking back at me. I was speechless. Trying to find the right words or any words at all I said oh my god your amazing I actually do look good. She said good enough to eat, I smiled and said hmm. She took my hands and did my nails and we chit chatted like girls do in the salon, she said fun isn’t it, I said yes it really is. She painted my nails with a nice shade of red commenting this is one of my favorite colors, she put cotton balls between my toes while the nail polish dried. She told me normally I would put your wig on after the dress, but I just had to see your face. I’m glad she did as look at me half done wouldn’t have been as effective. She said you’re ready to get dressed as long as your careful with your feet and don’t mess up my work. I told her I’d try my best, ok she said and pointed to the dressing rack over in the corner of the room. There draped over it was a black leather skirt and hanging on a hangar was a deep red satin blouse and a waist length leather jacket. I walked over carefully not to mess up her polish job and reached for the skirt first. She said no you’re not a guy anymore stuffing his shirt in his trousers you’re a lady, blouse first. I did as she suggested putting the blouse on and buttoning it up. I then reached for the skirt and she told me to step into it with the zipper in the back, I did and wiggled my ass as I pulled it up over my hips I took my hand and tucked the blouse into the waistband of the skirt and like she had smooth everything out so there were no wrinkles. She told me the jacket could wait until we were ready to go. I was thinking to myself go I’m going out dressed like this surely as soon as someone looks at me, they will know I’m a guy. She then handed me the short boots she picked out for me unknowingly with my credit card. She must have sensed my fears and said relax babe kissing me on the lips you look better as a woman than you do as a man no offense. She said let me get ready and we’ll go out. She quickly got out of her cloths and stripped naked in a flash she put on a fresh bra and slipped on some thigh highs and put on a pair of black stretch riding pants and slipped on her up to black pirate boots and a black satin blouse, finished off with her leather duster. She handed me a purse and said remember how I taught you to hold and carry it, I nodded ok and she said one last finishing touch, she stood in front of me and tied a black satin neck scarf and adjusted it so the ends were to one side this would cover my Adams apple the one true telltale sign that you are not who you want people to believe you are. She took my hand and squeezed it and asked are you ready, don’t be afraid to say no I’ll understand. I mustered up the courage and said no I’m good let go girlfriend.  Truth be told I was scared shitless, but most of all I didn’t want to disappoint DD she had worked so hard and trained me for so long, not going out in public would be like not showing up for your college graduation.

 We got into her car as two girls going on for the afternoon in a lifted pickup truck wouldn’t be very convincing. We headed off and she drove us to a spot she knew a few towns over just in case, but I didn’t know a soul in that part of the state other than her. She picked our destination purposefully a small town on the border that was frequented by members of the gay community so as to give me reassurance that we would be amongst a nonjudgmental crowd. We had a fantastic time we shopped and had lunch and drinks like girlfriends do it was a glorious day. While in one of the trendy boutiques there was a gay male couple shopping and one of them stopped dead in his tracks and said oh my God I love your outfit you look fantastic and without giving it a second thought I thanked him for the compliment instead of a non or a smile my voice clearly gave me away. He smiled and said I love your shoes too sweetie, you two ladies enjoy the rest of your day, we both said you too. DD smiled and said see its fine your perfectly fine, I just said I guess so, she reassured me by squeezing my hand and told me to relax. We continued on enjoying our day and hit a few more trendy shops and picked up some nice lingerie. When we exited the shop there were our two new friends and the chatty one said oh my, did you find something nice here, I hope. DD opened the shopping bag to reveal a sexy white satin camisole he was very polite and asked if we minded and DD smiled and said no not at all as he reached in the bag and held it up and said Oh my God this is exquisite you are going to look so good in this I can’t stand it. I just smiled DD replied he I mean she is a little shy this is our first day out. He smiled and introduced himself I’m Kevin and this is Bill he returned the cami to the bag and held my hand and said good for you both sexy and classy DD said he I mean she doesn’t think she’s convincing. The both of them said oh no are you kidding you’re a ten plus sweetie absolutely perfect hell almost enough to make me go straight oh wait you’re a oh never mind. That was a tremendous confidence booster to say the least DD said well we have to get going but we come here often so maybe next week we can have a few drinks or lunch. They both loved the idea and said it’s a date, we gave our goodbye hugs and kisses and Kevin kissed me on the cheek and said I’d love to kiss you on the lips but don’t want to mess up your lipstick we all laughed and parted ways.

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This is a continuation of my story “The Beginning of Love” as Brody and Cody head to the Big Apple for a weekend of fun. They are both dealing with broken relationships, seeming to bond in friendship or one might say fuck buddies, but could there be more….

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Cody and I were up at the crack of dawn, excited to be heading to New York City for a weekend of fun.  We showered, dressed, packed and were out the door.  It was a three hour trip to The Big Apple….being so excited like kids going on a field trip.  I’ve always wanted to visit NYC, living close, but just never made the trip.

As I drove my thoughts were swirling around in my head when Cody looked at me…. 

“Brody where are you?”

“I was just thinking, I’ve always got shit running through my mind.”

Cody took my hand assuring me that we were going to have the best time.  I looked at him with that gorgeous face, thinking I’m really lucky to have hooked up with this sweet guy.

We arrived 10:30 AM, took our bags in, which they held as check in wasn’t until 3 PM.  We headed out with our first stop being the Met Museum.  We were both in awe of the beauty of this building….the Renaissance Masterpieces were breath taking.  After we left the Met we headed for lunch then to Bloomindale’s for some shopping.  I had never been in a store that was so huge.  I had to buy something, so I choose some sexy DKNY underwear so did Cody.

We headed back to the hotel, checking in to the most beautiful room. It was large with a king size bed also a sitting area.  The bathroom was huge with a walk in rain shower plus a fantastic jacuzzi.  I looked at Cody, he looked at me, we were both stripping in a flash.  I started filling the jacuzzi as we waited patiently for it to fill.  Soon enough it was ready….we got in with Cody laying on my chest.

“Cody your body is so warm, sexy, filling me with desire for you.”

Cody turned around, just looking in my eyes….my heart was racing as he kissed me, a kiss that was so tender, his pouty lips just barely touching mine.  Instantly my cock became engorged as he took it stroking slowly.  He looked at me again with such lust in his eyes.

“Brody….your doing something to me, giving me feelings that are very powerful.”

“Look Cody, we are here to have a great time, lets not over think our situation, lets just enjoy each other and leave the rest to destiny.”

“Your right Brody, I’m sorry.”

“Cody please don’t say your sorry, remember the saying from that old movie “Love Story”  “Love Means Never Having To Say Your Sorry.”

“Shit Brody isn’t that movie from the 70’s?”

“Yeah, but its a classic.”

I wrapped my arms around Cody with us being at peace with the world.  My cock was still rock hard as it kept rubbing along Cody’ ass.  He started moving, enticing me, it was working.  I had him bend over at the edge of the jacuzzi, I spread his cheeks, diving into his sweet pink hole.  I licked it, sucked it, running my tongue up and downthe length of his crack.  

“Brody….blow me like you did before taking my cock into your throat, licking my balls with your tongue.

I complied with his request taking his length into my throat as my tongue licked his balls.  He was in a state of overwhelming lust as he grabbed my hair moaning with sexual energy.  

“Brody babe, yes keep sucking me, oh fuck you have no idea what your doing to me.”

“I felt his balls rise up as I was licking them knowing full well that he was about to explode.  I pulled his cock out of my throat.

“Cody I need you to fuck me, I want you in me.”

Cody looked at me….smiling he said:  “You want this big cock in you, beg me.”

“I’m begging Cody, fuck me, fuck me now.”

He had me get up doggy style with my chest on the bed as he spread my ass cheeks, going wild sucking my ass, taking a finger in me then back to licking then probing as I softly moaned at his touch.  As he was eating me he grabbed my cock, stroking it.  He then placed his cock at my entrance pushing in….I let out a sigh as he passed my muscle ring, entering me with his full length.

“Oh fuck Cody, yes you feel so good inside me.”

Cody started banging me hard holding onto my shoulders, hitting my sweet spot, making me crazy for him.” He began rubbing my nipples which is the most sensuous part of my body.  I began pushing my ass into him meeting his trusts.  

“Brody, are you ready for my cum babe?”

“Fuck yeah, give it to me now.”

“Oh fuck, I’m cumming Brody, oh yeah, fuck yeah, oh my God.”

“I’m cumming too Cody, oh fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.”

We both collapsed holding each other.  We were laying on my cum….we started laughing, then got up cleaning our mess.  I kissed Cody telling him how incredible he made me feel. 

 
About an hour later I told Cody we need to get dressed, that I was taking him to a five star Italian restaurant.

We left for the restaurant….what was nice was everything we were doing was in walking distance.  We walked into the restaurant which was really beautiful with an amazing atmosphere.  We were put at a table in an alcove which was very private.  The cocktails we ordered arrived….I toasted Cody telling him I was so glad we met.  He reached over kissing me, as he placed his hand on my crotch.  

“Cody….your wicked”

We finished our dinner heading to Radio City for the Josh Groban concert.  I was so excited he is my all time favorite artist.  We got our seats in the theatre, for some reason I was nervous, getting to see my idol.  The concert began with him singing “You Raise Me Up” in which the audience went nuts.  The second song “Mi Mancherai (I’ll Miss You) sent goose bumps through my whole body.  Jamie Bell accompanied Josh Groban as the violinist.  It was truly a once in a lifetime experience for me.  At the end of the concert he began singing “When You Say You Love Me, as the tears started flowing down my face.  Cody looked at me taking my hand.  I was so embarrased as people next to me were looking.  I just couldn’t stop. The concert finished….when we were walking out Cody said:

“Brody we need to talk.”

“There is a gay bar right near the hotel, lets get a drink”

The bar had a nice atmosphere, we ordered drinks, Cody turned to me and said:

“Okay Brody….you need to talk, you need to get the hurt out, so please talk to me, I’m a good listener.”

“Well….that song “When You Say You Love Me” I dedicated it to him at Christmas along with a quote about love.  It was the only way I could give him a Christmas gift.  He loved it, telling me he loved me.  He also said that he had a vast collection of quotes about love and friendship.  He went on to say that as my Christmas gift he would be sending me quotes.  He messaged me with the quotes which were really nice, but they wern’t quotes about love, they were quotes of friendship.  I knew then and there that he didn’t love me.  I knew what we had to him was an erotic fantasy.  It just crushed me, so when Josh Groban started singing that song I couldn’t hold back the tears.  I realize that I made such a fool of myself, there were so many red flags that I ignored, but I loved him, making excuses.  I fell deeply in love with him Cody, knowing full well that it was completly insane to fall for someone that I had never met, but I did.  He never let me into his personal life, we could only communicate through messaging on the erotic site.”  I’m not bitter or angry….maybe it was the only way he could walk away from me.  I do believe as I always have said that’s he is a kind, caring guy and didn’t purposely want to hurt me.  I have to believe that so I can move on.

“Brody, I’m so sorry, I can’t say I know what your going through because Sam cheated on me but he was real.”

“I know Cody, that’s why none of my friends could understand it, many of them really got angry with me.  There was only one person who gave me advise, always being there for me, he new in the beginning I was going to get hurt.”

“Lets not talk about it anymore, because its starting to depress me.”

“Brody, lets head back to the hotel, I think I can make your forget, for awhile anyway.”

As we were walking back to the hotel I couldn’t believe the crowds of people.  Coming from a small rural town this was overwhelming.  We walked into our suite, beginning to kiss with Cody becoming so desirable.  We were naked in no time, crawling into bed.  I took his gorgeous face in my hands….

“Cody, you are everything, your hot, you have a body to die for, your kind, considerate and loving.”

He placed his hand rubbing it on my tattoo…. 

“Brody, you have no idea how sexy you are with that tattoo on such a hot body.”

“Wow Cody, keep talking like that and I might just marry you.”

“Brody….fuck me, fuck me now, I want you inside me.”

I reached for the lube smearing some on his hole also my cock.  I rubbed it up and down his crack making him shutter with excitment.  I entered him, passing his tight muscle as he gasped as I pushed deep into his love canal.

“Oh fuck yes, fuck me Brody, fuck me hard, give me that cock.”

I began pushing into him, in and out as the feelings I had for him became real to me.  I laid on his body, feeling his heart beat, relentlessly fucking him as he grabbed my ass pulling me further into him.  I sucked his nipples driving him crazy putting him in a state of total euphoric lust.

“Yes, yes, just like that, keep fucking me Brody, give it all to me.”  “Oh my God, I’m falling in love with you.”

I couldn’t hold off as his words were ringing in my head.  I felt my balls full just waiting for release.

“Fuck Cody, I’m cumming, oh fuck, hold me babe, yes, yes, oh yeah.”

“I’m cumming too Brody, hold me, oh fuck yeah, fucccccccck.”

We both collapsed totally spent, as we wrapped our arms around each other, finishing with a wonderful kiss.

“Fuck Brody I came without touching my cock, that has never happened to me.”

“That’s because I’m good”

“Now Cody, in your highened desire for me, you said you love me.  Do you?”

“Yes i do Brody, I know we haven’t known each other very long, but the first time you fucked me I felt something like I have never felt before, even with Sam.

“I think I love you too Cody, but I have to say I still love internet lover, there is a place deep in my heart for him, but maybe just maybe I can put him in my box of memories.

“Gee….you can’t imagine how happy you have made me.”

“I’m happy too”

The next morning I told Cody that it was time for our 6.1 mile run around central park.  We headed out with it being a perfect day.  The run was incredible with the park being so beautiful.  When we finished, we felt exhilarated.

“I’m starved Brody, lets go shower then head for breakfast.”

We finished our weekend, on the way home I was smiling.  Cody looked at me and said:

“What are you smiling about?”

“You Cody, that’s why I’m smiling, I love you.”

Cody took my hand with tears in his eyes….

“Brody even in the darkest of times, the sun always comes out at some point….I think its coming out for us.”

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Quote for Thought

“When you love someone, but they don’t love you back, feel the hurt…. then let it go, stand tall, spread your wings and fly.”   

Butch
 

It began one night in a local gay bar. A bunch of us got to talking about sperm, and how different it looks from one guy to the next and in porn videos.

Joey said, “I like it thick and white. Mine’s not that way. It’s more watery.”

“Yeah, thicker is better,” added Eric.

“But it’s more of a turn-on for me to see a guy shoot off a load like a bullet—thick or thin!” said Mark.

Everybody seemed to agree with that: cum shot with super power is the best.

“You can never know how far a guy’s cum will go,” Joey pointed out. “Real muscular dudes don’t always shoot a big distance. I’ve seen skinny dudes go a lot farther!”

“I’m skinny,” said Eric, “but mine spurts only an inch or two. Wish I could change that!”

The conversation then turned to the length of cum shots. Ryan heard us talking as he walked by the group and joined in. He claimed he always fires his loads around two feet.

“C’mon! You mean all the loads or just the first one?” asked Mark.

Ryan had to admit that only his first load went the farthest.

“Why don’t you measure it with a witness present!” said Eric, laughing.

“O.K., I will,” Ryan replied. He looked at me. “How about you as witness?”

I smiled weakly at the idea.

“Yeah! We all vote you as the official cum checker!” said Joey.

Mark suggested something else. “We should have a contest to see how a bunch of dudes compare to Ryan!”

The group went for it. As they talked more about the idea, the guys insisted on putting me in charge. When Joey told them about the large, padded workout mat I had, that cinched the idea of having the contest at my place. Someone volunteered to post contest rules on the bar’s bulletin board. These included using any method you wish in order to cum, the contest location, and an entry fee of ten dollars, with the winner getting the pot.

As I thought more about the crazy plan, my hesitancy disappeared. Maybe it would be a lot of fun. “O.K., O.K., I’ll do it. Ryan can be the first contestant. If you’re serious, hand over ten bucks, buddy!”

“Hey, for evidence, you can also make a vid of each guy shooting,” said Mark. “We can even post them on the internet.”

I frowned. “What do I get for all this?”

Eric spoke up right away. “How about we buy your beers for a year?”

“I’m in!”

Mark broke us up by saying, “Maybe this’ll catch on. Maybe someday the Olympics will add it as an approved sport!”

“Hey, I’d approve it!” said Joey, the youngest in our group.

Mark laughed. “Yeah, you would, you little pervert!”

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Several weeks later, I started scheduling guys that entered the contest. I gave each an hour at my place to do his thing. It took over two weeks to get everyone in and their result recorded. I borrowed a camcorder to make the video clips and that worked out really well. Watching each guy cum was totally hot. It sort of amazed me to see the great variety of ways that guys make themselves cum. No two guys did it the same way. Some did it solo. Others brought in a buddy or lover to help them reach their highest level of arousal.

It started with my buddy Ryan, the first guy on the list. Tall and athletic, it turned me on just to watch Ryan strip in front of me. Under his jeans he wore a very sexy jockstrap, with a smooth, white cotton pouch—not the usual kind. He must have liked the feel of it, because he began by rubbing the pouch from the balls up to the waistband. Soon he had it bulging from a full hard-on. Like doing a strip show for me, Ryan pealed it down gradually. He finally pulled the jock off and kicked it away. The dude stood naked, legs spread wide, proudly displaying his long cock and protruding balls.

He helped himself to some lube and generously coated the shaft from top to bottom. He dropped to his knees on the mat and took a tight hold of his balls with his left hand and his cock with the right. His right hand moved up and down very slowly. But as he continued, it looked like he was pulling his balls down at the same time, like he was helping to build sperm inside them. Sure enough, in only three minutes he had pre-cum already flowing out of the cock hole. He blended it into the lube, closed his eyes and tipped his head back, obviously enjoying the increased pleasure. Unlike some guys, he made no sounds. I saw his cock and balls stiffen, preparing to throw out his cum. Ryan groaned as if in pain. He moved his cock horizontally, as I had told him, in order to get the most distance from his shots. When the dude’s cum fired, all his muscles flexed. Man, I’ll never forget seeing that. My own cock swelled under my jeans; it almost fired off too. Ryan’s first shot came close to what he had predicted. My tape measured it at one foot, ten inches.

Next on the list was Devon. His buddy Jamal accompanied him. Both African-American and slender, they stripped together. I didn’t know why Jamal stripped along with Devon, but I didn’t care—both dudes had awesome bodies—muscular and well-proportioned. Each guy was also super-hung. Devon had a longer cock, but not by much. Any guy would want either cock in place of his own if that were possible.

Devon stood on the mat, while Jamal dropped to his knees in front of him. Jamal spent the next fifteen minutes or so making love to Devon’s long cock. Although they acted like they’d been lovers for a while, Jamal nevertheless looked at Devon’s rod with eyes wide in amazement, as if for the first time. There was a lot of it to stare at. The upright shaft looked to be ten inches or more and very wide. He worshipped it in many ways. He stared at it close-range from top to bottom. He held it against his face. He licked it. He tickled it with his tongue. He sucked on it. Jamal spit a great deal of saliva all over the pole and stroked it lovingly, always staring and admiring. He never took his eyes off of it.

The dude also spent a lot of time with Devon’s huge balls, first worshipping them with his eyes. Soon he began feeling and holding and massaging them. He licked each one as well. He opened his mouth, but they were too big to fit inside together. So Jamal captured them one at a time. He kept the left one in his mouth for a long time, closing his eyes like he was savoring his favorite food. He moved the testicle around, comforting it with the warmth of his mouth. His jaw did move slightly, like he was maybe applying some pressure with his teeth or tongue. Then he repeated his mouth worshipping with the other ball. As I watched, Devon’s pole sometimes twitched in great excitement.

After that, Jamal took some lube and spread it all over the massive rod. Then he went to work jacking off his buddy, treating every inch of the rigid rod with prolonged, obvious affection. Devon made little sounds occasionally, but nothing loud or definite. Yet after a few minutes, he tapped on Jamal’s shoulder. Jamal knew what that signal meant. Devon dropped to his knees, ready for what would follow. Jamal coated his impressive cock with lube, then moved behind Devon. Jamal slowly pushed his long cock between Devon’s round ass cakes. Devon gasped as his buddy’s cock gradually entered him and kept going deeper until it completely filled his ass. When he began to fuck, Devon grunted loudly for the first time. Jamal reached around and held Devon’s rod with both hands. He held it in a continuous squeeze like a bear hug. Devon’s face became totally consumed with pleasure. He mumbled something to Jamal, who pulled the pole down halfway. Devon’s gut started to heave, then his shaft exploded. The first load fired out of my camera’s range. The next loads went almost as far.

Groaning loudly, Jamal put his arms around Devon like a reverse bear hug. Then he started to pull out of Devon—but very, very slowly. Once out of the hole, the shaft immediately snapped upright again. I saw that it was covered with cum and realized that Jamal had shot off as well as Devon. No wonder he pulled out the hole reluctantly! I quickly got my tape and measured Devon’s first shot: two feet, two inches.

I thought the two would put on their clothes and leave, but instead, Devon and Jamal lay down on the mat, kissing and clutching each other. Devon took hold of Jamal’s cock and started casually stroking it. As the minutes passed, he continued and I didn’t stop him. Like Jamal had done with his buddy’s shaft earlier, Devon treated Jamal’s like an object of worship. He lightly rubbed it in particular places—apparently just the best places for Jamal. It only took the pressure of a single fingertip massaging one spot on the underside of the cock to make Jamal groan in pleasure.

Devon toyed with this spot for several minutes. It kept Jamal stiff and motionless, as though bound tightly with ropes. I liked watching him strain. Devon completely controlled Jamal by what he did to the dude’s cock—and he definitely knew what to do. Jamal didn’t move but his cock couldn’t resist Devon’s attention. At times Devon removed his finger and the shaft reached up again and again, trying to touch it. This edging went on until I saw some pre-cum appear in the cum hole. Devon saw it too and wrapped his hand around as much of the shaft as he could. He placed the other hand on Jamal’s chest to keep the dude on his back.

Jamal soon got what he yearned for. Devon pulled the cock to the side and suddenly jerked it forward. The force of it almost pulled Jamal’s whole body sideways. Devon jerked the shaft forward again, then again. Jamal grunted loudly as the loads started to fire. They seemed to shoot as far as his buddy’s. I quickly measured Jamal’s farthest load, which went one foot, eleven inches.

Devon didn’t let go of the cock, milking every spurt out of the guy. After that, he sat on his buddy’s thighs, held the hard shaft with one hand and started tickling its cockhead with the other. Jamal couldn’t take it. He sat up, gripped Devon’s arms and begged him to stop. Devon tortured the head so much that Jamal nearly went out of his mind. Devon finally released it and stood up. Jamal immediately guarded his cock with a hand. Still lying on his back, trying to recover, he raised his middle finger at Devon, yet along with a big smile.

Devon paid me the ten dollar entry fee for his buddy. With a commanding grin on his face, he took Jamal’s arm and pulled the stud up to his feet. “This ain’t over. I’m gonna finish with you later, boy.” Then he turned to me and said, “A few more cums and he won’t be able to stand!”

I wondered how Jamal could manage more orgasms that day, but as he put on his torn jeans, his cock was still upright and rock-hard. Before they left, both guys got a kick out of seeing the videos I made of them shooting. When they went out the door, Jamal had an arm securely around Devon.

A surprising number of guys showed up for the contest than I expected—38. The more that came, the more fun it was. One dude, Curt, asked me to pinch his tits while he jacked off. I set up the cam on a chair and turned it on. Curt’s tits stood way up, so it was easy for me to get them between the fingertips of both hands. I stepped in front of him and started to squeeze, applying a lot of pressure—or so I thought.

“Harder!” he said.

That urged me to do what I always wanted to do to a guy—squeeze tits without holding back. I really gave it to the dude, forcing the edge of my fingernails into those tits. He gasped and winced from the pain, yet I knew he liked it because I felt his tits stiffen. His groaning grew louder. To make sure I didn’t block his cum shots, I moved to his side, still keeping my fingers gripped. I started to twist them back and forth. I pulled them up and down and forward, adding to the torture. With a forward lurch, Curt’s cock suddenly let loose. He held his gun steady as it fired five or six big loads. When he finished, he put an arm around my waist—maybe to keep himself steady on his feet after his huge orgasm.

“That was awesome!” he said, rubbing my butt with his hand.

In a sort of joking voice I said, “It would have been more fun to have my hands or mouth around your cock when you came, instead of your tits!”

He didn’t delay his reply. “That’s not a problem.” He went over to his jacket. He took out a piece of paper and wrote something on it, and gave it to me. It had his address and phone number. “I can’t stay much longer, but call me and let’s set something up.”

“I will.”

Before he left, Curt grinned and reached out a hand like he intended to shake mine. But he sur- prised me by instead giving the fly of my jeans a quick rub. Later, I noted that his furthest load had gone two feet, six inches. The dude had the shortest cock so far, but it also became one of the best shooters. I definitely want to see him again.

Another memorable time was a guy who signed in as Rocky. He would turn heads anywhere he went—very tall, muscular, handsome face, blond hair, green eyes, a great smile. And his clothes sure added to his impressive appearance. He came in wearing worn, body-hugging Levis, cowboy boots and a cowboy hat. He looked like he worked on a ranch out West. He actually did. Rocky explained that he lives in Colorado. While visiting here, he saw the contest announcement. He whipped out a ten dollar bill from his jeans and handed it to me with a grin.

Rocky didn’t strip. He opened only his fly and pulled out his dick and hefty ballsack. He asked if I had a stool he could sit on. I brought him a bar stool from the kitchen.

“Hey, sweet!” he said, getting comfortable on it.

Rocky looked fantastic. He applied lube to his dick, spread his legs wide and started jacking himself.

“Back home I have a son—adopted—who’s turning out to be gay. Tad’s a good kid, and very good with horses. He’s in middle school now.”

As he talked, I saw Rocky’s exceptionally thick dick harden.

“One night he couldn’t fall sleep. I went into his room and sat on the edge of his bed. We got to talking about sex, a topic that I think troubled him. He must have liked our talk, because during it the kid got a pretty tall erection. I slid my hand under the sheet and taught him how to jack himself.”

“Did he cum?”

“Yeah, right away. The pleasure sure did stun him! It also made him fall asleep.” Rocky grinned. “At my ranch I like to go outside, sit on the corral fence in the sun and jack off. Sometimes Tad joins me on the fence. He leans against me and loves watching my cock. I won’t let him play with it, but I’m sure he wants to.

Rocky slowed his jacking and spread his legs wider.

“I want him to find a dude his age. I’m gonna encourage that. I hope he can find a boyfriend who’s into horses. Then they can ride around together.”

Rocky tipped his head back, held his cock out and yelled. A few seconds later he unloaded the first shots. His cum really flew! It went three feet, four inches.

“I hope I win! If I do, my boy can be proud of having a dad who wins more than rifle-shooting contests!”

“I bet he’s proud of you anyway!” I told him.

“Yeah, maybe.” Rocky zipped up his Levis and thanked me for letting him shoot his cum!

Young bodybuilders Reid and Kirk entered the contest as wrestling buddies. Reid had red hair, and Kirk’s was dark brown. Both stripped down to white, spandex briefs. They began by doing a lot of stretching exercises. The dudes had terrific abs and biceps. Their thin briefs weren’t transparent, but they sure did show off everything underneath. As the dudes stretched, their dicks became harder and longer. By the time they started to wrestle, their ballsacks looked fully loaded below their long, hard shafts. The goal of the match seemed to be who could keep a grip on the other guy’s cock and make him cum first.

Kirk started to dominate Reid almost from the beginning. He got Reid on his back and locked his thighs around his buddy’s neck. It wasn’t powerful enough to choke the guy, but Kirk used the moment to grab Reid’s cock. He began to jack it through the smooth brief. Reid groaned in pleasure.

“Come on, let’s see you cum for Connor!”

Reid didn’t like being kept on his back. He struggled to get loose and finally managed to pull Kirk’s legs apart enough to escape the scissors. He got up on his knees, but waited a second too long to act. Kirk quickly wrapped his thighs around Reid’s waist and threw him to the mat again on his back. This time he squeezed harder, making Reid gasp in pain. Kirk took hold of Reid’s brief with both hands and started to pull it backward. As Reid struggled, Kirk gradually slid the brief down, exposing the dude’s cock and balls.

Now Reid tried more than ever to escape. He pounded on Kirk’s strong thigh repeatedly. Kirk took the strikes well at first, but they at last became too much for him. Reid jumped up fast and this time pulled Kirk up into a rollup position. He sat his ass on Kirk’s face, trapping his buddy’s arms under his legs. Kirk held each of the dude’s legs with a hand and stared down at Kirk’s crotch. Reid hooked Kirk’s ankles under his legs so that he couldn’t move. Then he patted Kirk’s butt with both hands, gloating over his commanding position. He showed Kirk his raised third finger, letting him know what would happen next. He pulled the brief’s pouch aside and slid the finger into the dude’s ass crack.

Kirk shouted as Reid bean to slowly work it into the hole. “Yeah! You know you like this!”

Kirk swore to get even with him as he felt the finger sink deeper into his butt hole. Nevertheless, I saw the dude’s cock twitch, despite his objections. Reid played with Kirk’s hole for several minutes, slightly wiggling his finger to the left and right, and also up and down. Everything he did seemed to make Kirk’s rod more excited. Reid then took hold of the cock and began to slowly jack it, while he kept Kirk’s ass plugged with the finger of his other hand.

Kirk groaned loudly. “You fucker!”

Reid laughed and continued. Kirk’s face turned red as he fought to hold back the growing pleasure in his cock.

“Give it up, man! I’m gonna make you cum!” He moved his hand inside Kirk’s brief and started to rub the super-sensitive cockhead against it.

Kirk screamed in pleasure. “OK! OK! You win! You’re gonna get me! Pull my cock out so I can shoot!”

At that point I got my camera ready to document Kirk’s distance shot. But Reid just smiled and kept rubbing the super-sensitive cock against the brief.

Kirk became more and more insistent. “Come on, man!”

Yet no matter how much he begged, Reid refused to give in to Kirk’s request. Finally time had run out.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

Despite the warning, Reid kept the cock inside the brief, laughing louder when it exploded.

“Yeah, fill that brief!”

None of the blasts had enough power to shoot through the fabric, but soon the brief became soaked and heavy with cum. Kirk strained and grunted as the loads kept coming. Reid snickered. Overcome with pleasure, Kirk couldn’t speak until his cock stopped firing—and that didn’t happen for several more minutes. But afterward, he swore at Reid with gusto. “You bastard! You shithead! You messed up my shots!”

It was a dirty trick, just like the dirty deeds in pro wrestling. But this one was much sexier!

Reid removed his hand from inside the brief and released Kirk’s trapped legs. The muscular legs fell to the mat with a thud. Kirk didn’t try to move. After the huge orgasm he could hardly catch his breath. Reid spun around, facing Kirk, and looked down at his schoolboy-pinned buddy. He ran a hand through Kirk’s hair and gently slapped the side of his face.

“That was a good one, dude—just like always!”

Kirk said nothing, but stared at Reid’s massive cock hovering right above him. Reid then reached behind and stuck his hand inside Kirk’s brief. He wrapped his fingers around the cock and slowly pulled it toward the head, picking up cum as it moved.

The intense pleasure of Reid’s hand on his shaft made Kirk’s body buck several times.

“Settle down, man. I’m just borrowing some of your cum.”

Reid brought the hand to his own cock and spread Kirk’s cum all over his big shaft. He stood up over Kirk, grasped the top of the guy’s wet brief and slowly pulled it off. Exhausted, Kirk didn’t move. Reid held the brief up to his mouth and licked the remaining cum off the inside of it, before pitching it across the mat. He dropped down again, sat on Kirk in another schoolboy pin and started to jack his cock. He spread his legs wider, lowering his crotch to make sure Kirk saw every movement of his hand, and every twitch of the excited cock.

“Your cum makes great lube, buddy! It’s gonna help me win this contest!”

“You fucker! I should have known you’d do somethin’ like this!”

Reid groaned as his pleasure increased. I could see the cock preparing to erupt, and it did so without much prompting. It shot off with an impressive burst of power. The first load sailed way beyond Kirk’s head—two feet, ten inches. The loads that followed dropped onto his buddy’s forehead and chin. Afterward, Reid looked incredibly sexy and strong with his rod dripping cum onto the guy below.

In time, Reid stretched out over Kirk and did some pushups to further display his male power. He looked at the shaft below him and grinned. He sat on his knees between Kirk’s legs, leaned down and put his mouth around the top of the cock. Reid began to pull it up, fighting the shaft’s natural desire to remain horizontal, tightly pressed against the dude’s outspread body.

Kirk grunted as Reid forced the cock to yield to him, one inch at a time. He made his buddy struggle with it, like a wrestler tormenting his opponent with a painful, escape-proof submission hold. But in this case, the redhead proceeded to give his buddy incredible pleasure—more pleasure than Kirk, or I, expected.

Did Reid plan to make Kirk cum again? Could Kirk even manage that after just shooting his loads? And if Kirk did cum, would Reid allow him to shoot fairly for the contest? As I watched Reid, he clearly did intend to make Kirk shoot off again. He closed his eyes and glided his lips up and down the vertical muscle with no urgency, as if enjoying every part of the shaft. But then he consumed the whole thing. Kirk’s mouth opened in shock. I’ve had a few guys do that with my cock and it feels awesomely good. But it never lasts very long. A dude can start to gag with his mouth full of cock, or he can have trouble breathing. Reid amazed me, because he kept all of Kirk’s shaft in his mouth, remaining motionless for an incredible length of time. Just when I thought he would disengage, he didn’t. It’s hard for me to describe the expression on Kirk’s face. He looked both shocked and ecstatic, like from a fantastic new experience (but I’ll bet Reid had done this before with Kirk’s cock).

Anyway, after many more seconds than I wanted to count, Reid turned the cock loose, holding it up with his left hand. Yet after a short break, he fully devoured the shaft again, keeping it in his mouth for an even longer time. Kirk’s eyes opened wide. His hands gripped the mat as best he could. Reid looked like he was seriously at work—doing something mysterious and unseen to pull up Kirk’s sperm, rather than simply giving his buddy a typical blow job. Reid took another quick pause, then imprisoned the whole shaft in his mouth for a third time. Staying on his hands and knees, Reid still never moved his mouth or his buddy’s cock, but Kirk now began to groan loudly and slam his hands to the mat. Reid must have held the shaft for two minutes or more. Just watching him got my own dick rock hard.

Whatever Reid did, it slowly stiffened his buddy’s arms and legs until they no longer moved. Kirk looked like a statue lying there on the mat. Unable to move, the dude’s super muscles couldn’t help him. But he could still cry out in loud groans and outbursts, and he did.

“I’m close! Make me cum! Make me cum!”

Despite the desperate cries, Reid kept Kirk on the edge of an orgasm for at least another minute.

Then I saw Kirk’s gut suddenly sink. Reid held the cock in his mouth right up to the last second. As he released the shaft, he took it in his hand and pointed it to the right. Reid did a good job on the cock: it fired the biggest and thickest loads I’ve ever seen—and with tremendous power. Kirk sure had a lot in him! It was really somethin’ to see.

Reid finally leaned down and kissed Kirk’s jumpy cock. Then he licked it, lapping up a few drops of cum that still oozed from the head. “I love your cum, dude! Tonight I’m gonna suck it outa you all night!”

Kirk smiled as Reid fell down on his buddy’s heaving body. While they kissed and stroked each other, I found Kirk’s loads. The farthest load shot three feet, one inch. No wonder his first cum had made his jock pouch so heavy!

The two didn’t want to let go of each other for a long time, and I didn’t interfere. But I did manage to catch their lovemaking on the videocam. It was hot to watch! Kirk wanted Reid so much that he seemed not to care what the guy did to him.

But two other guys really pushed the limit beyond anything I had ever seen. When they walked into the contest room, I noticed on my sheet that only one of them had paid the entrance fee.

“I’m Zack, and this is my slave, Billy.”

Billy looked like a teenager and had a very athletic body. He stripped naked when told to do so, immediately displaying a long, fully-hard cock. But Zack got naked also, making me wonder which one planned to enter the contest and shoot. Meanwhile, Zack took something from his backpack. He held up a leather cuff and Billy put his hands behind his back. Zack wrapped Billy’s wrists together with the cuff and secured it with a Velcro closure. He took Billy to a nearby sofa and motioned for him to sit his ass on the mat and lean against the sofa’s padded outside arm. Next, he took another item from the backpack—a metal spreader bar. He snapped it open all the way and tied each end around one of Billy’s ankles. I had never witnessed a guy restrained in person before. I have to admit Billy looked really sexy sitting there with his legs split wide and his crotch in full view. The kid definitely had balls worth noting. They were exceptionally big ones and clung close to the bottom of his shaft. I couldn’t resist photographing them!

Zack straddled Billy’s right thigh and sat down on it. He started to fondle and stroke the upper part of that thigh—within an inch of his slave’s handsome ballsack. After a moment he moved the hand to the ballsack and closed his fingers around it. At first the hold looked non-threatening, but I watched the fingers gradually tighten around the balls. Billy seemed to handle it quite well for a minute or so, then he scowled and groaned as the squeeze really began to bother him. I could not imagine what that much pressure on the balls must feel like. The fingers squeezed harder with every passing second, yet Billy never complained to Zack or asked him to stop. The kid winced and groaned in pain, stub- bornly resisting the temptation to express his terror. Nevertheless, he did show it by leaning to the right against Zack for support. His head rested affectionately on Zack’s chest.

Zack returned the affection by putting his left arm around the kid to comfort him, while crushing into the balls with his right hand. I could tell by the sound of Billy’s cries that he was reaching his limit of toleration. Zack let go of the balls and gave the kid a reward by first holding his cock, then lightly jacking it. I thought this was the time that he’d make Billy cum. But that didn’t happen. Zack moved off the thigh and sat between Billy’s legs, putting a hand on each upper thigh. The slave righted himself, preparing for what followed.

The fingers attached themselves to the big testicles—a hand around each—and began squeezing again. With the strength of one hand assigned to a single testicle, the resulting impact was almost too extreme for me to watch. The thumbs pushed down on the balls from above, while the other fingers held them tightly underneath. The pressure started to flatten each ball. Billy screamed, making Zack’s cock jump wildly. Then I figured it out. It was Zack who planned to cum, not his slave. The more he crushed the kid’s balls, the more turned-on he became.

Zack changed his position. He moved to the right of Billy’s thigh, sat up on his left knee and placed his right foot between the kid’s kegs. He gripped the whole sack with his right hand and started twisting it, then roughly jerking it up on it countless times. Billy uncorked a frightening scream. Zack’s cock stretched out, ready to explode. The kid cranked his neck forward and tried to catch the side of the cock with his mouth. But Zack grabbed Billy’s hair with his left hand and held the dude’s head against the sofa’s arm. As the kid’s screams reached a peak, Zack’s cock let loose, thrusting his cum past the kid’s agonized face in five or six big loads.

Zack had a good shoot—two feet, eleven inches. After emptying his balls, he pulled the slave away from the sofa with the spreader bar and removed it. Then he rolled Billy onto his chest, freed the dude’s wrists and rolled him onto his back again. The slave held his balls, but Zack pulled them away.

“You never touch your balls, boy! That’s my job! Understand?”

“Yes, sir!”

Zack took the balls in his hands once more and fondled them. “You gonna give me some sperm later, boy?”

“Yes, sir—a lot for you, sir!”

Zack grinned. When he pulled Billy to his feet, the kid gave Zack’s cock a quick kiss. The two guys slipped on their jeans and tee shirts and left, looking pleased with themselves.

As the contest wrapped up, I was very pleased too. The guys all seemed to have a very good time. On the last day, I got a text from Ryan, who wanted to come back and try to better his score. That night he showed up, stripped to his jockstrap and started rubbing the pouch. “I hope coming back isn’t a problem.”

“No problem at all. I always like seeing you show off your muscles!”

While Ryan worked at getting himself aroused, he kept glancing at my crotch. “You wearin’ anything under your Levis?”

“Nope.”

“Seein’ your dick will make me harder!”

I couldn’t believe it! Ryan, the supreme stud, wants to look at my dick? Was he kidding? But if he wasn’t, how could I miss this chance to arouse him? So I pulled off my jeans. Ryan stared at my dick and balls like he had just discovered gold. My dick started to harden as soon as I saw Ryan jacking himself. In no time it became a stiff shaft.

“Nice!” he said, watching it lift itself upright.

Ryan rubbed the pouch of his jockstrap with increasing excitement.

“You and I have about the same waist size,” he added. “Put this on—see if it fits.”

He stripped off his jock and tossed it to me. Again, I was shocked by this, but couldn’t resist following through. The jock fit perfectly and felt great on me. But it felt even greater, knowing that a moment ago it held the dude’s awesome cock and balls.

Ryan stepped toward me and put his hand on the bulging jock. I groaned as he checked out my cock through it. That turned me on so much that a single spurt of pre-cum shot into the pouch.

Ryan saw it and grinned. “Cum in it.”

He slipped his hand under the pouch. When he grabbed hold of my cock, I gasped and felt a powerful pleasure surge up my rod. I shot off almost immediately. As I pumped out my loads, Ryan pushed his cockhead against the wet pouch and started fucking it. Like me, he came right away, shooting all over the outside of the pouch. We both held each other as our cocks celebrated!

Then I got to laughing. “That’s no way to win this contest!”

Ryan laughed also. “Yeah, but maybe I wanted to win something else!” He kissed me, then carried me into the bedroom. Ryan pulled off the jock and held it up. “This is our jock from now on.” He hung it on a doorknob. Every day one of us can wear it.”

Ryan threw me chest-down onto the mattress and stretched out on top of me. He slowly rubbed my ass crack with his long shaft. He put both arms around me. His cockhead found my hole without assistance and nudged it open. I groaned as the athlete began to push it in. He did it slowly. That was great because I loved the feeling his long rod entering me. Ryan made it even better by kissing my neck and cheek while sliding the stud-shaft in me. It took several wonderful minutes for him to fill my hole with it. As he starting fucking me, every movement of his cock both thrilled and relaxed me. But at one point I could tell that the athlete no longer had the control of his cock. The shaft now demanded its release.

“This is gonna seal the deal, man! You ready for it?”

“Yeah, deal me in!” I gasped.

I gasped and yelled in joy as Ryan’s sperm shot into me.

Ryan didn’t pull out after he fired his juice. He held and kissed me until we both fell asleep.

I heard a knock on the outside door. At first I thought I was dreaming it. But then I noticed the time: eight A.M. The rapping came again, louder. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed.

The noise awakened a sleepy Ryan. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Rocky! I forgot!”

I leaped out of bed and jumped into my jeans shirt as I raced to the door. When I opened it, there stood Rocky—and his son.

Tad looked like a miniature Rocky, wearing cowboy hat, boots and super tight Levis. I fumbled around for a minute, found the envelope containing the contest money, and handed it to Rocky.

“Hey, thanks, man,” he said. He turned to Tad. “This goes in the bank for your college fund.”

Tad then shook my hand and politely thanked me.

“Tad wants to go to UC in Boulder. My ranch is near there.”

I smiled. “You’ll have to show it to me sometime.”

“Yeah, visit us. Gotta go now, though. We’re off to the airport and Denver. Let me know if you have this contest again. Maybe I can come back and have a second go at it!”

“Sure! And bring Tad along for a father-and-son challenge!”

Tad smiled and looked up at Rocky. “I’m game if you are.”

Rocky grinned and gave Tad’s butt a little slap as they walked out the door.

I returned to the bedroom, got naked again, and slid under the blanket against Ryan’s warm body. “I forgot that the contest winner was gonna stop here this morning and pick up his money.”

Ryan pulled me closer and started kissing me again. “You know, that contest brought us together.”

“Yeah. I couldn’t believe you came back.”

“I wanted you so much I didn’t know what else to do.”

I pulled the dude on top of me and hugged him. Now that we’re awake, should we get breakfast?”

“Yeah. Let’s start with some juice.”

A few seconds later I felt Ryan’s mouth around my cock. I groaned and held his butt as he started to suck it. But that wasn’t all—my balls began to feel really good. I realized his fingers were around them. Ryan tightened his grip on them. At first I grunted in alarm, but my fear soon changed when the pressure started to make my balls feel sexy as hell. Every few seconds he also pulled them down, adding to the pressure. I thought of Billy as Zack crushed his balls. Maybe he was reacting to pleasure, not pain. I spread my legs wider. Ryan kept sucking my cock, but the way he squeezed and moved my balls became addictive. The dude was going after the heart of my mascu-linity. It felt like he was milking the balls, making love to my sperm. As the minutes went on, I could sense my balls getting harder and bigger.

I held Ryan tighter. “Oh yeah! Yeah!”

The stud had my cock and balls so full of pleasure that it was easy for him to climax me. He groaned in satisfaction as my loads fired into his mouth. When he had me completely drained, he sat up and smiled. “Nice shootin,’ man! Real power shots!”

I kissed him for a long time. I hoped that Ryan would insist on having juice before breakfast every morning.

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I heard myself moan as I woke up. That was a nice nap. I noticed I had taken off my underwear in my sleep. I remember feeling hot when I drifted off. Only now there was a lovely breeze from the ceiling fan. How did that get turned on? I heard noises from within the apartment. Bernardo was back already? Had he seen me sleeping naked in his bed? I put my briefs back on and walked into the living room. Bernardo was watching some talk show. He was drinking wine.

“Hey, did you have a good sleep?”

“Yeah… I guess I was more exhausted than I thought.”

“But you feel better now?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“I’m just going to take a shower. Do you have some jeans for me to wear? Mine haven’t dried yet.”

“Oh sure! I’ll put them on the bed”, he replied.

“Great!”

I went into the bathroom.

“You can use a towel from under the sink!”

“Thank you!”

I felt awkward asking if he’d seen me. If he had, and was offended that I was naked in his bed, he had surely brought it up.

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I had started drinking quite soon after I got home. I got nervous thinking about my date with this beautiful guy. I hadn’t met someone like this in such a long time. So I figured a few drinks would loosen me  up. Now that I was four glasses deep, I regretted it. I wanted this guy naked in my bed again, but I wasn’t sure how.

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The jeans Bernardo had laid out for me were really tight. Especially my butt felt like it was on display. I just hoped I wouldn’t rip them. When I came out of the bedroom I noticed his own jeans were also quite tight on him. It was probably a fashion thing.

“You look great!”, he said. He was still wearing the tight black T-shirt that showed off his arms and chest. I wore a simple light green T-shirt, which went well with the light blue jeans.

“Thanks”, I said.

“Let’s go!”

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We took a taxi into town. I showed Adam all of my favorite spots of Brasília. He was a delight to walk next to. His butt looked phenomenal in my jeans, I really wanted to slap it. But I didn’t. We had a drink in my favorite café, before we went to dinner in my favorite restaurant. Adam insisted on paying every time, which was his way of thanking me. I resisted each time, but he was adamant. The entire night was amazing. He had such a funny, carefree personality. The more he spoke of what his life was like back home, and why he had decided to take this trip by himself, the more my crush on him started to develop. It was funny how our chemistry was so obvious that neither of us had to explicitly say we were into men. For Adam to mention his ex-boyfriend was a slight relief though.

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It was clear that Bernardo had been drinking before we went on this date. His English got worse fast, and his cheeks started getting a little rosy. He did tell me he had been single for a long time and had felt very nervous to go on this date. He complimented me a lot during the night. I usually don’t know how to respond to compliments, so I just make a joke out of it. And Bernardo laughed at every joke I made. The chemistry was palpable. There was no denying it. I realized I was going to spend the night in his bed and we were going to do more than sleeping.

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When we finished our main course I saw that we had almost finished the second bottle of wine. I still felt OK, but I did realize I must have had a lot to drink. Adam suggested we go dancing and I immediately knew a great place to take him. When I suggested we skip dessert, he looked at me weird.

“Skip dessert? Dessert is the best part!”

“I know, dessert is great! But I’ll regret it in the morning!”

“So skipping dessert is how to get a buff body like yours?”

I blushed and looked away.

“It’s not just that… but it helps.”

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We shared a dessert and I insisted on paying the tab. When we got up I noticed Bernardo was incredibly unstable. He had had too much to drink. There was no way we were going dancing. I asked the restaurant to call us a taxi.

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I felt guilty.

“I am so sorry for ruining our date.”

“You didn’t ruin anything, I had a great time.”

“You are such a great guy”, I said as I turned to hug him.

It felt like a long hug, in the back of the taxi, but I didn’t want to let go.

“Hey, are you OK?”, Adam asked suddenly.

I put my head up, but still had my arms around him. We looked at each other, our faces only inches away. I didn’t want to initiate, but then Adam did. He kissed me. I felt a tingling throughout my body. Despite the alcohol I got a raging hard-on in my jeans. It was a very passionate kiss. Now I knew we weren’t going back home just to sleep next to each other.

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The kiss was the sloppy kind, but it was very passionate. Everything about it felt right. Life is what happens when you make other plans. It was then I knew I wanted to keep Bernardo in my life. When we got to the apartment, we kicked our shoes off. I wiggled myself out of the tight jeans, as did he with his. We took our shirts off. We had left a trail of clothing from the front door to the bed, kissing all the way. Bernardo kissed me all over my body, before he slid off my briefs and sucked me off. My hands were caressing his beautiful body when he did. I had gotten rock hard when he got up on his knees and slid off his own briefs. A massive 9 inch hard, uncut cock bopped up and down into my view.

“Holy shit!”, I exclaimed.

We kissed some more, but I knew I wanted that dick inside of me as soon as possible.

“I want you to fuck me”, I whispered once I interrupted the kiss.

Bernardo got a condom from his night-stand and soon enough penetrated me.

“Oh my God!”, was all I could say.

He was such a romantic lover. His fucking was slow and sensual as he looked me in the eye the entire time.

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Adam moaned, clearly showing off his pleasure and desire for more. He looked at me and my body, touching my chest and my abs. I held his legs up, and a few times came down to kiss him on the mouth.

“Fuck me doggy style”, he suddenly said, as I pulled out of him.

He flipped over onto his elbows and knees. I slowly entered him a second time. He made a deep guttural sound, which I interpreted as pleasure. Bit by bit I started fucking him faster. His big, round butt jiggled against my hips as I fucked him. We were a match made in heaven.

“I’m going to cum”, he announced.

I couldn’t see, but I kept fucking him as I heard and felt him reach climax. That was enough for me to have my own orgasm, so I pulled out of him. Adam immediately turned around and opened his mouth wide with his tongue out, waiting to receive my load. I ended up cumming all over his face. He licked his lips and continued to suck my cock after I came.

“It’s sensitive”, I said.

“I’m sorry, I just want every last drop”, he said as he smiled.

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Bernardo and I cuddled while we drifted off to sleep. I knew what I had to do. Bernardo was coming to São Paulo with me.

THE END

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