Author: admin

  • College Cum Shooting Competition

    My second seminar of the day went by with no issues. Another thirty or so kids being told lies but I frankly didn’t care. I was too fixated on what was to become of my night so I’m honestly surprised I could even give a speech at all. As it was my last night in town, the head of the department had dinner with me to thank me for making the trip out to speak. I shook her hand and told her I would be happy to come back any time she wanted. 

    “Funny you mention that, Troye.” she politefully interjected, “Our campus newspaper already sent a proof of their story and picture to your boss and he loved it. I’ve already given Mr. Bixman a call telling him we’d like to sign that contract of his which was on my desk for a few weeks. If he has this much support for our Alumni, I’m happy to send him some business. In fact, I even asked him if he would mind you being in charge of our account that way we get to work together and you get to come back here every couple weeks. Mr. Bixman loves that idea and you should be getting a call tomorrow when he’s back in the office.”

    “Well, I’m honored, Cathleen. I’ve had so much fun here. Thank you for having me back and I look forward to that opportunity.”

    After dinner, I went back to my hotel and changed back into normal clothes for a night which was just beginning. I packed my side bag with an extra set of normal clothes for myself and put on extra calone to make sure I smelled great for my date. At around 9:30 pm, I walked back to the library to make sure I was there in plenty of time. The student worker at the library counter was just clocking in for the evening shift and the five or so other workers were clocking out to go home. This place was just as predictable as when I went to school here. Only one night shift worker, just as I had remembered. 

    I quietly went down the stairs to the basement and started walking around the perimeter of the large room in a clockwise motion. I came upon the maintenance closet which was shockingly unlocked. I quickly took notice that no one was around, went in and stole a few supplies, then headed to the men’s room. After getting things all set up, I knew I was still early so I took a leisurely stroll through the book shelves pretending to be reading a book every so often. A short while later, Shawn found me reading some magazine while standing in the middle of one of the aisles of books. 

    “Hey, Alex. Bad news, the bathroom is closed for maintenance. What are we gonna do now?” he asked me in a quiet panic.

    “Don’t worry Shawn.” I replied, “That was me, I stole the sign from the maintenance closet so no one would walk in on us. Now, are you ready?”

    “Yeah.” he replied with a quickness in his voice and a smile on his face. I followed Shawn as his heavy backpack began bouncing up and down on his back as he walked towards the men’s room and walked in. After we both got inside, I turned around and locked the door from the inside so no one could come in. And even if they tried, the maintenance sign would offer them a justifiable reason the door was locked for the night.

    When I turned back around, Shawn was standing still in the middle of the men’s room with his backpack still on both shoulders. He looked at me a bit excited and scared for what was about to cum. “Did you bring everything I asked you to?” I asked him as I tossed my side bag to the floor by the entrance door.

    “Yea Alex.” he replied as he took off his backpack and started laying out all the items on the sink tops along the far wall. “Here’s the lube,” as he started unwrapping it from a big, black garbage bag, “the washcloths, white t shirt, and I got my extra clothes in here too.”

    “Good, what about the jockstrap I told you to wear?”

    “I guess there’s only one way to check if I really wore it, Alex.” he replied with a teasing and seductive look on his face.

    “Now, did you drink enough before you came here?”

    “I sure hope so, I drank almost like two whole gallons since this afternoon.”

    “Good. Now take off your shoes and put on the white shirt.” I instructed as I took my shoes off as well and threw them to where my side bag landed by the entrance door. Shawn took off his  shirt, revealing his pretty hairy chest underneath. For his body shape, I didn’t expect him to have such a hairy chest but I liked it. It was quite sexy on him. 

    He put the plain, white shirt over his head and struggled to get it over his shoulders from it being a size too small. I eventually helped him get it down, over the belt of his jeans but it hugged him in every direction and made him look like he was wearing lycra. After it was on, I placed my hand on his chest between his nipples which were poking out of the white shirt. I could feel his heart racing faster as I rubbed my hand all the way from his chest to his lower belly. 

    “What’s next, Alex?” he asked me while still giving me a deep look of desire as he looked up and down my body, seemingly hoping my next step was going to be having him undress me. 

    I pushed Shawn back into the far corner of the room. I pressed my body next to his so he had no where else to move and had to look directly in my face. His hands were awkwardly at his side as my hands were pressed up against the wall on each side of him, locking him in from escape. “What do you want to come next Shawn?” I whispered.

    “Can I touch you?” 

    “Sure.” I replied as he began touching my thigh with his left hand….”Shawn, can I give you a piece of advice?”

    “What? Am I doing it wrong?” 

    “You have to be bold, Shawn.” I said as I lightly grabbed his left hand with my right and placed his hand over my crotch area. “Go ahead, touch and have a proper feel.”

    He slowly started feeling his way around and it wasn’t the best groping I’ve ever had in my life but I knew it was Shawn’s first time so I was willing to give him some freedom in the beginning. I then took my right hand and I stuck out my middle finger in front of him. “Suck on it, Shawn” I politefully ordered him to do. He eagerly did as he was asked and covered my finger with his saliva as he went forward and back, all the while playing more and more with my cock below. 

    I pulled my finger out of his mouth and pulled him forward an inch to allow me to wrap my arms around him. His hand was cupping my cock and balls. “Hey, you’re getting kinda hard down there Alex. I must be doing something right.” he said excitingly. 

    “Shh Shawn. I know you’re excited but guys don’t really talk about their accomplishments in the moment. If you like what you’re feeling, why don’t you unzip my fly and feel the real thing?”

    He pulled down on my zipper and reached his hand in to find that I wasn’t wearing any underwear or jockstrap. It was just bare skin. He began cupping my giant balls in his hand and playing with them with his thumb. At the same time, I pulled his shirt up slightly in the back and lowered my right hand beneath his belt, denim pants, and the elastic of his jockstrap – I guess he really did do everything I asked him to.

    With my right hand, I made my way down to his ass crack and spread his cheeks with my fingers as I began circling his pink ring with my middle finger. “Grab it Shawn.” I instructed. He hesitated and kept playing with my ball sack. So, I took my middle finger and I shoved it in his hole rather quickly.

    “Ahh.” he exclaimed as he felt a slight sting when my finger made its way in. 

    “That’s what’s happens when you hesitate Shawn.” I whispered to him, “For the next few hours, you have to do everything I say without hesitation. If you don’t or if you talk too much, you’ll get punished.”

    “Okay” he quickly agreed. 

    I kept my finger in his hole as his hand quickly wrapped around my growing cock and pulled it out of my unzipped pants. He began stroking me forward and back very slowly. It felt good or at least good enough to where I wanted to show him how it was done. I removed my finger from his ass and then began aggressively groping his crotch from the outside of his jeans.

    He kept stroking me for another minute while I kept making his cock more and more excited from the inside of his pants. His jeans felt like they were about to burst at the seams from having to contain his cock for the first time in his life like this. His face began to grow a worried but excited look. “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. It’s your first time so it’s okay if it’s not perfect.” I reassured him.

    “It’s not that, it’s just all this playing with my dick makes me have to really go pee. I was so nervous, I haven’t gone all day.”

    “Okay, well go ahead then. Go pee right here.” I said as I continued groping his cock and waiting for him to wet himself.

    “Alex, I need to get out so I can use the urinal.” he said as he began trying to push me back so he could escape.

    “One condition. You can go pee at the urinal if you let me hold it for you.”

    “Seeing that I don’t have a choice, sure.”

    I let him escape and walk up to the full wall urinal trough which could fit five to six men standing at it. He stood there as he unzipped his jeans. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. He was a bit shorter than me so I could place my head above his one shoulder and look down to see what I was doing with my hands. I pulled back his blue jockstrap with my left hand and kept it pulled to the side so his cock was free. His cock sprung out of his jeans and I began holding the tip of his cock aimed towards the urinal backsplash with a few of my fingers.

    Shawn released a big breath of air. “That feels incredible Alex.”

    “I know, now think of how good it feels to take a piss and keep going until you’re all empty.” I replied. 

    A few seconds later, I felt his cock get a tiny bit wider in girth before his stream started shooting out of his mushroom tip. Before the first drop of his stream even hit the backsplash, I immediately pushed his cock back and used my left hand, still holding his jockstrap to cover his cock again. His piss began drenching his jockstrap and within seconds, it was soaked through. I zipped his jeans back up as his endless stream continued and began soaking through his jeans along both of his legs, down to the ground. 

    “Look at the little slut…” I whispered right into his ear, “He’s pissing himself” as I patted down his soaking wet and warm jeans and played with the tip of his cock through his pants as piss kept pouring into his pants. 

    His stream eventually came to an end but by that time, I don’t think there was a dry square inch of denim on his pants besides around his ass. “I think I’m done Alex.” he said.

    “Are you sure because this is your last opportunity to go before we really get started?”

    “Yeah.” he said, more excited than ever before.

    “Are you thirsty yet?”

    “Sure. Do you have some water?”

    “I have lemonade.”

    “Oh great. Can I have some?”

    “Sure, sit down.” I instructed as he began to realize what I meant by lemonade. He quickly sat down in the yellow puddle of piss on the tile floor below him and turned around to look up at me. “Now, back up so your back is up against the backsplash.” He once again did as he was asked right away, knowing he would be punished otherwise. “Close your eyes and stick out your tongue.” 

    Shawn looked helpless down on the floor with his pants and socks soaked with his own piss and now facing up at me with his mouth ready to drink from my cock. His head was firmly against the ceramic back wall of the tall urinal as I wrapped my cock head with a few fingers and started my stream, hitting his chest on his white shirt and immediately coloring it yellow. 

    I continued covering his chest, arms, and face in piss. When I got to his mouth, I held my cock in place as it poured a steady stream into the back of his throat and forced him to drink it for about 30 seconds before continuing to cover his hair and soaking it atop his head. Finally, I took my index and thumb and cut off my stream by squeezing my personal fire hose shut like a straw.

    Shawn opened his eyes and looked up at me, seeing my cock for the first time right in front of his face. He took another gulp of his saliva, now mixed with the taste of my piss, which I am sure was the perfect balance of salty and sweet. I pushed my erect cock towards his lips. “Open it…And don’t use your teeth, just lips.” 

    I inserted my mushroom tip and shaft in his mouth and began slow, so as not to shock him with what was to come next. He closed his eyes from enjoying the taste a bit too much as his tongue scraped along the bottom side of my shaft and his lips were tightly wrapped around my cock. I began quickening my pace, thrusting my hips and cock forward intro his mouth and back out. His head was still solid against the urinal ceramic so there was little he could do but gag loudly as I began pushing my cock farther and farther into his throat. I had full control of him and there was nothing he could do but hope I pulled back soon so he could breathe. 

    I backed off and as he tried catching his breath, he innocently asked “can I stand up now Alex?”

    “You’re a dirty little whore Shawn. And I think you need to get clean…” I replied as I quickly pushed my cock back into his mouth and made sure his head was firmly against the backsplash once again. I then pulled down on the handle of the urinal and watched his hair and back get drenched in water. 

    The water stopped and shortly after, I told him to stand up. I unbuckled his pants and struggled to take his pants and jock off of him from being so heavy of piss. I bent down in front of him and instructed him further. “From here on out Shawn, tell me right before you shoot your load but make sure you tell me in enough time that we can stop it. Okay?”

    “Okay Alex.”

    “Oh and also enjoy the fuck out of what I’m about to do to you because it’ll be about three weeks until you can jizz again.”

    “What do you mean?”

    “I completely own you now and I was just told I’m coming back here every three weeks so until then, you can’t jerk off, fuck anyone, get blown by anyone, or even blow anyone else.” 

    “What if I..”

    “Too bad, you do as I say now. If you behave, maybe next time I can convince another boy here to join us and we can fuck you in both your holes at once.” I interrupted as I began wrapping my hand around his ball sack and pulling downward as far as I could. I wrapped my lips around his cock and began blowing him as fast but as enjoyable as I could. He started brushing my hair with his fingers and I could smell our piss covering his crotch. But I loved that smell and loved the taste so it was just another day for me. 

    Before long he called out to me that he was about to shoot. So, I immediately stopped and backed away. “Ahh.” he took a deep breath, “I really want to cum Alex.”

    “That’s ’cause you’re a slut. But if you want to win, you have to trust me.”

    “I do trust you Alex.” he said eagerly awaiting my next instruction. So, told him to kneel down to face the urinals again and rest his face in what was left to the puddle of his own urine on the tile floor. I pulled back his ass so it was the only part of his body sticking upright into the air and I began licking my tongue around his pink outer ring and pushing it inside slightly. His moaning was all the sign I needed to know just how much he loved what I was doing to him. 

    I circled my hand around his shaft from below him and started jerking it while my tongue was playing with his hole from behind. I quickened the pace of my hand, then slowed it down just to speed up again. “Imma cum” he called out…so I stopped and his heavy breathing continued for a few moments as I stood up and walked over to the restroom sink. I pulled my pants to the ground and stepped out of them. I pulled off my shirt and threw it atop my pants on the floor before grabbing the lube from off the sink.

    He looked over at me as I squeezed out the silicone lube over my cock and began stroking it to make sure it was entirely covered in shiny lubricant. He was a virgin and the last thing I wanted was to actually hurt him. “I think I know what’s next.” Shawn mumbled as he was still trying to catch his breath.

    “We’ve still got hours before that Shawn.”

    “Hours?” he asked as I knelt down behind him and pushed the mushroom tip of my cock up against the outer ring of his ass. 

    “Tell me if it hurts and I’ll stop. We’ll take this at your pace Shawn. There’s no rush, trust me.” I instructed him as I began slowly pushing my cock inside his hole. I was a quarter inch in when he called out “Ow.” so I backed out completely. I waited a moment.

    “Ready to try again?” I asked as he shook his head up and down with a smile. I pushed my cock further in and his face still looked like he was in bliss. The tip of my cock slid in and locked in place inside his ass from the outer pink ring of my mushroom head. Still, his face looked like he was in heaven. So, I pushed in further and further, eventually going in as far as my eight inch cock would allow. 

    “You think you’re ready Shawn?” I softly asked him.

    “Yes, Mr. Alex.” he replied…Mister…I liked it. There was no denying he knew that I owned every inch of his body now and it was only mine for the taking whenever and however I pleased. 

    He called out to me, “Please fuck me Mr. Alex.” …but I wasn’t going to. I wrapped my hands around his thighs to ensure I was as deep as I could go and to ensure he couldn’t move an inch. Then, I started licking my lips with my tongue and soon enough, my steady stream of piss began filling him from deep inside. 

    “Oh, fuck!” Shawn called out once he realized he was being shot full of warm piss. I left the rest of my stream fill him until every drop was squirted deep inside. 

    “That’s right Shawn, you’re my own personal urinal now.” I said as I spanked his ass fairly hard, leaving a red mark where my hand hit his ass cheek. I pulled my cock out of his ass and began standing up, instructing him to do the same. Immediately, my piss started leaking out of his hole and running down his legs. His cock looked like it has never been so hard in all of his life. It was twitching up and down from excitement as each drop of my piss slowly made its way down his inner thighs and caffs. 

    “Come here Shawn” I instructed as I grabbed the bottle of lube and led him into the last stall on the left of the toilet stalls, the one which he jerked off in earlier. He looked a bit too eager to hop inside the stall with only his tight, yellow shirt on and his cock, leading about six inches ahead of his body. 

    “What’s the dildo for?” he asked as soon as he was inside and saw it suction cupped to the back wall.

    “Don’t ask questions, just do as you’re told.” I ordered him.

    There wasn’t much room in the stall for both of us at the same time. It wasn’t really meant for two guys at once but I quickly told him to turn around towards the wall and I pressed him into the wall with his cock hitting the cold cinder block wall. I put more lube on my cock and placed the bottle on the floor, next to the wall. I pushed my tip against his hole once again and started thrusting forward, this time with more speed. 

    His moans became increasingly loud as I began properly breeding him hard into the wall. He was powerless and had nowhere to go. He simply had to take every centimeter of my cock in his ass and that was it. Good thing he loved it. The problem was, his moaning was too loud so I stopped.

    “Why’d you stop, Mr. Alex. I want you to fill me with cream.” he mumbled, this time with a soft, begging voice.

    I ripped his shirt from behind and forced him to take it off while my cock was still plugging his ass from behind. I wrapped his shirt up in a tight roll and forced him to put it in his mouth to gag him, knotting it from behind his head so it wouldn’t fall out. He bit down on it but all his bite did was squeeze out more of my cold piss into his mouth, which he seemed to get great pleasure out of.

    “I want you to stay quiet and only moan again when you’re about to cum. Got it slut?”

    “Mmhmm.” he mumbled through his gag as I began breeding him faster and faster once again.  I started reaching my hands around him and took my lubricated hand and wrapped it around his cock. He was being fucked hard against the wall, with my cock hitting his prostate deep inside of him while my hand was making light work of smoothly stroking his shaft from the front. “Ahh, Ahh” he started blurting out from under the gag as he bit down on it and drank another gulp of cold piss from his old shirt. 

    I pulled my cock out and released his shaft from my soft grasp. I gave him a moment for his cock to settle before I pulled his ass back. My back was pressed up against the opposite concrete wall, the wall separating the stall we were both in and the next toilet stall. I pulled his ass backwards, directly on my cock so his body was spread out across the bathroom stall and he was in control of how fast he was being fucked. “Now fuck yourself, ya’ little slut.” I explained. 

    He moved his body forward and back as fast as he could with his hands sprawled out on the wall in front of him. A few fucks in and his hand slowly made its way down to start jerking himself off. But I quickly put an end to that. He was only going to have his cock touched on my terms. He kept fucking himself with my cock pressed against the wall as fast as the boy could move. “Show me you want it boy!” I ordered. He kept going as I heard his breathing through his nose become louder than ever before. I knew he was fucking loving it and so was I. “Don’t you fucking stop now, ya’ little slut boy!” I ordered as he kept going at full speed. I started shooting load after warm load inside of his ass and covered his insides with my cream. 

    After my sigh of relief, I pushed his body forward and off of my cock, now dripping in cum. I grabbed my dildo from off of the wall behind the toilet and suction cupped it to the top of the ceramic toilet seat. “Now, sit down and relax.”

    He sat down slowly on the dildo until his thighs were touching the front part of the toilet seat. “Put your full weight on it” I explained quickly, knowing his cock would explode at any moment from all the excitement so far today. He sat all the way down. 

    Now, I don’t know if you ever sat on a ten inch long, two inch wide dildo before with the full weight of your body but fuuuuck, does it feel incredible. And I could see my new cum slut enjoying every part of it. He reached his hand down to his cock, thinking he knew what was next but I quickly grabbed both of his wrists and pulled them away from his crotch. 

    “Listen close slut, don’t you worry about that.” I instructed as I knelt down in front of him and let his hands fall off to each side of him. “Just look down at me and watch your big cock slide in and out of my mouth and when you’re about to shoot, start moaning and I’ll do the rest.”

    I wrapped my lips around his cock which tasted like a great cock mixed with a little salty piss and sweet lube mixed in. I slowly gluided my soft lips up and down his shaft as slow as I could.  The best part was, I could feel Shawn slightly stand up about a centimeter and down again to rest his full weight on the dildo once more. He was fucking himself with the dildo while getting a very slow but sure-to-be powerful blowjob. 

    It took twenty minutes or so of a very slow and very smooth blowjob to get to a point where he was pulling my hair so I would move my head out of the way. I simply took my right hand which was still lubed up from earlier and used my saliva to quickly jerk his cock to the breaking point. I aimed it up and out, over my shoulder and towards the wooden door behind me. He started biting down on his piss-soaked gag as I licked his inner thigh and ball sack with my tongue. The first shot flew out of his cock like a rocket which was waiting all day for launch. I kept sliding my hand tightly over his shaft back and forth while feeling him shooting more and more. The great part was, I didn’t feel a drop hit my shoulder or my back. It was all hitting the door. 

    Eventually a drop or two hit my shoulder and then another drop dripped onto my hand. But when he was all done shooting, I left go of the tight grip on his shaft and stood up. I looked behind me to notice there were white cum drops all up and down the door. He stood up, releasing the dildo from deep inside his ass. 

    “Nice job Shawn, I told you that you could get a better score.”

    “Thanks Mr. Alex…Now out of curiosity…”

    “I have a marker Shawn.” I calmly and jokingly replied. “Now, let’s clean this up. There’s a mop I stole from the maintenance room in the next stall over so you can clean up the floor by the urinals and I can clean up the toys and our clothes.”

    “Sounds fair.” he replied as we both exited the stall and I got the marker from the bag I brought with me. I went back into the stall and started entering him into the contest by marking it on the door. Then, I took the dildo and started cleaning it at the sink as Shawn was halfway through mopping the floor to get rid of the piss smell. 

    Shawn saw me put his clothes in the black garbage bag he brought with him and saw me put my dirty clothes into my bag, along with a freshly cleaned ten inch dildo. “Wait, is that why you told me to bring a garbage bag?”

    “Yeah Shawn. I had everything planned tonight from the moment I knew you needed help.”

    “Really?”

    “Trust me Shawn. We needed lube so I could fuck you and so we could get the best results out of those final few seconds of your handjob. I knew you liked piss play and watersports so I knew I was going to cover you in piss to get you to the absolute maximum horniness. And thus, I needed you to bring a change of clothes. I also knew that I was going to make you piss yourself for the same reason so that’s why I wanted you to drink so much before coming here.”

    “Wait, so there was no dehydration thing?”

    “There is and you should drink before and during every longer session but two gallons was way more than needed except if I wanted you to piss yourself for five minutes straight. Then the garbage bag was so you could take everything back home and wash it without anyone smelling it or seeing how wet your bag was. The washcloths we’re going to use before getting dressed and the extra shirt, well, that was never meant to survive the night.”

    “Wow, I appreciate it. Plus, I think I’m now the leader in the contest.”

    “Take a look for yourself Shawn.” I told him as he went over to the door and opened it to read it for himself. 

    “Shawn and Alex, 4.12.18” he read from a marked cum drop at the very top of the wooden door. “Wait, why did you put both our names and not even our real ones?”

    “Because, everyone will know you got lucky in here and that’s why you’re the top man at school now. No one can beat you because that’s as high as the door goes. But you’re gay so you don’t want the attention from all the girls which writing Alex next to your real initials would get you. But you’re also probably not out to most people at school here so even if they knew Alex was a guy, you wouldn’t want that attention either. So, this is the best of both worlds. You win the contest but only those who you want to know will ever know who Shawn is.”

    “Wow, that’s actually really nice and sweet of you Mr. Alex.”

    “Plus, like I said, only I get to decide how and when you piss yourself or get pissed on or how and when you cum from now on so that part’s not important unless we bring someone in next time.”

    We finished cleaning up and got dressed. After putting the mop back and the sign off the entrance door back in the maintenance closet, we put our backpacks and side bags over our shoulders and I offered to let Shawn take a shower in my hotel so when he went to breakfast, he could smell nice…well, smell nice in the world’s standards. Smelling like piss and sweat is nice for me but not for everyone.

    Shawn came back to my hotel room and took a quick shower. But before he got dressed, he had one more proposition for me.

    “Mr. Alex, seeing that it was my first time, I really want to cum again and I also really want to thank you for everything and helping me.”

    “No worries, I had fun too. Plus, when I come back in a couple weeks, we’ll have more fun.”

    “So, what do you think about me giving you a blowjob so I can taste cum and then I can jerk off next to you? Would that be okay?”

    “What did I say Shawn? When it comes to sex between someone you know is consenting, don’t ask…”

    “…Just do” he completed my sentence before hopping on my hotel bed, butt naked and stripping off my pants and shirt. He wrapped his lips around my cock once more and I brushed his hair with my fingers as he flawlessly went up and down like a trained professional slut. It took a few moments but he was more than happy to work for his prize. My cum was on the brink of explosion so I took my legs and wrapped them around his head and shoulders, forcing him to stay all the way down as my jizz covered the inside of his pretty little mouth. 

    He backed off and swished it around in his mouth for a moment. His eyes glared up at me like he was a puppy in the window of a pet store. “You can swallow now.” I happily ordered. It was his way of telling me that I controlled his every move from now on and he loved it.

    He hopped off to the side of me and started stroking his own cock with his dry hand while he looked at me. I leaned over and started kissing him with my tongue deep in his mouth while I swatted away his hand stroking his cock. I withdrew my tongue and started kissing his neck, chest, and eventually came to his cock which I swallowed entirely in one fast motion. I put my hand in front of my mouth as I jerked and blew him up and down.

    But soon, I decided to hop of the bed entirely as he stared at me, now trusting me completely but wondering still what I was doing. I reached into my luggage bag and pulled out my bottle of lube which I brought with me on my trip. I went over to the bed and poured some over his cock head, rubbing it all over his shaft with my hand.

    After putting the lube on the nightstand, I hopped on the bed again and got on top of him. “Holy shit, really?” he exclaimed.

    “Why, don’t you want it?” I asked

    “Fuck yeah!” he happily replied as he thrusted his hips upwards until his cock was deep inside of my hole. I started sitting up and down to match his thrusting rhythm until I suddenly felt Shawn stop dead in his tracks as his fingers scratched along my thighs, sprawled out on either side of his body in our cowboy-style position. I kept riding up and down as I felt his warm cum being shot deep inside of my hole.

    I eventually got off of him and started kissing him once again as I began stroking his cock with haist, using the lube and his own cum to jerk him off once more. He squirmed and moaned as much as he could with my tongue deep in his mouth but eventually his cock squirted out tiny shots of whatever was left inside his tiny balls. Most of it landed on my hand, which I forced Shawn to lick off of me. 

    “See Shawn, if there’s something I want, I just take it without asking. And you’re willing to wait until I get back, I definitely know how to make it worth your while.”

    “I don’t think there’s anything left in my sack Alex.” 

    “Good, now you can save up for when I come back.”

    “Speaking of which, I should probably give you my number so we can text and figure out where we can meet when you come back.”

    “Okay, flip over.” 

    He flipped over on the bed and I got my marker. I wrote my number on his ass that way he could look at himself in a mirror later and know which number to text.

  • Bottom Slut

    Another Night at the Bath!

    This bottom slut loves to get fucked!  I want it as often as I can get it and lately that’s been happening a lot.  Even though I am a little older, my ass is still in great shape (thanks to tennis and walking) and my ass opens up nicely to those long thick cocks I love to take.  It’s all good.

    It’s Friday night and I am bored stiff and extremely horny.  There is only one thing to do when that happens – trot down to Hawks and see what kind of trouble I can get into.  When I get to the parking lot it is full which means that it’s going to be a good night and I am thinking that getting fucked isn’t going to be a problem for me.  After checking in and securing my locker I head to the bathroom to “clean myself out” so that I am prepped and ready for the evening. 

    The first thing I do is head for the darkroom – my two favorite spaces are the darkroom and the fuck bench – tonight it’s the darkroom first.  When I get there I happen to stand next to a hot older guy who is plowing a bottom on the bench – he grabs one of my tits and starts twisting it – he whispers to bend over and suck hard on his nipple – which I do and soon he is moaning and grunting – he pulls out of the bottom he is fucking and tells me to get to the fuck bench as he wants to spend some time in my ass.  As I position myself on the bench he is standing in front of me – his cock (all 9 uncut inches of him) is sliding into my mouth as I lick off the ass juice of his previous fuck.  He moves behind me and rams himself in and starts fucking my ass with a vengeance. He is definitely opening me hole up and I am loving every minute of it.  Another guy is standing in front of me and presents his cock for my use – my mouth is soon being pounded by 8” of hard man meat.  My hot fucker pulls out and tells the other guy to spend some time in my ass as he needs to takes a break.  So now my ass is being opened up with a second cock and he is having a field day rocking my ass.  He pounds relentlessly for about 10 minutes before I feel his cock swell and soon my first load of the evening is finding its way into my gut.  As he slips his cock out I feel another cock taking its place – it’s going to be one of those nights!  The guy – while not as long – is definitely thick and meaty and he is happy to take his time pounding my ass.  He continually lubes up his cock as he pummels my hole and after about 20 minutes is finally ready to drop a load – load number two is safely tucked away.  I am thinking it’s time to take a break but my first guy is back and ready to complete what he started – his cock is pumping in and out of my ass and a number of guys are standing around watching him plow my ass.  He lets me know he is ready and load number three is now deposited.  My ass is feeling used and abused and cum is beginning to leak out – just the way I like it.  One of the guys who was watching now slips his cock in and after just a few minute’s drops his load up my ass as well – it is definitely going to be a busy night.

    I decide to head to the darkroom and see what kind of trouble I can find there.  There is already one guy on the bench – so I join him and add my ass to the mix.  The room is full of cock and soon I feel a nice long cock slipping into my ass.  He definitely likes it rough as he begins to pound in and out of my hole  – I am definitely feeling this one.  His cock stiffens and I can feel his load being dumped into my ass – no sooner than he pulls out another cock takes his place. This is the “big” cock I have been waiting for – definitely long and thick – and he is sliding in and out at the slow methodical pace that I love – he pulls all the way out and pushes back in over and over again – I am moaning up a storm begging him to drop his load – after about 15 minutes that huge cock stiffens even more and his load pushes deep into my gut – as he pulls out I can feel the cum oozing out of my man pussy – a guy standing near-by drops behind me and I feel his tongue sliding up my ass – licking out cum and ass juice – stepping away he moves to my front and proceed to feed me everything he has sucked out of my ass – at that point in time – totally horned up I drop my first load all over the bench – fuck!  My cum feeder steps behind and slides his cock up my ass and starts his assault on my ass –  another load soon delivered.

    I definitely need a break so I walk around for a few minutes – get a drink of water – watch a little of the public action taking place and decide it’s time to head back to the fuck bench.  As I position myself again – fuck number 1 is now standing in front of me ready for round three.  He is rock hard and after forcing his cock down my throat a few times positions himself behind me and rams his cock up my ass again.  He has stamina and my ass is getting another pounding – all I can say is that my ass is in a groove and loving the attention – I am in fuck heaven and am laying there enjoying the ride.  Number 2 is back in front of me again and I am once again sucking his 8” cock while my ass is being driven long and hard.  I feel the swelling of the cock and another huge load is now flooding my ass – he slaps my ass and thanks me – noting that he comes there every Friday and hopes to load me up again.  Number 2 is now repositioned himself at my ass and begins fucking my hole again – he takes him time – I feel every inch as he slides in and out – finally he decides it’s time to take a break – so he pulls out – lets me know he will be back to finish me off later. 

    I decide to head back into the darkroom.  The bench is empty but there are about 10 guys standing around waiting for action – so I plop myself onto the bench – ass dripping cum and lube – and wait – soon a nice hard cock is sliding in – fast and furious action and then a quick load dropped – as he pulls out another cock is positioned for entry – this one is a little bigger and thicker and his grunts fill the space as he pounds his load up my ass.  I am feeling pretty slutty about this time – thinking that I really should stop but I just can’t stop myself from taking cock after cock – my ass needs to be fed – so I stay put to see what happens next.  I don’t have to wait very long before another cock is positioned to enter my ass – his head is mushroom thick and as he begins to push in my ass – already gaping wide – is forced open even more – soon his head is tucked in and he begins to push his 10”s of man meat up my ass – he takes it slow and easy at first – but my groans and panting seems to egg him on and soon my ass is being pillaged by one huge cock.  As he yells – his cock stiffens and his load is streaming up and out of my ass – he pushes in and pulls out – my ass is dripping cum everywhere – he uses his hands to clean up the cum and then reaches over and lets me lick his hands and arms.  He steps to the front – and as I start to lick him clean – he grabs the back of my head – pushes his cock into my mouth and tells me to clamp shut – soon a slow stream of piss is filling my mouth – all I can do is swallow – and swallow quickly – he unloads his piss – gives my ass a slap and is on his way. 

    Thinking it’s time to take another break I head out and walk around.  I notice a couple of guys who I did it with before heading my way – they point to the fuck bench and so I find myself once again preparing my ass to get used.  One forces his cock into my mouth and the other fills my ass – I am taking a pounding on both ends – as one pulls out of my ass I soon feel his hand start to play with my hole – he has three fingers inserted– then four  – and then the beginning of his fist – while he doesn’t take it home – he continually pushes to open my ass up – all I can do is moan and push back as he stretches out my ass.  His friend tells me to get up and follow them – doing as I am told I walk through Hawks with two hot men as they take me to a platform in the middle of the space.  One lays down on the bench and tells me to straddle him and get ready to take his cock – soon he is pushing his cock up my ass – riding me slowly – he stops and then I understand what is happening – number two has now joined him and is positioning his cock to enter my ass as well – It’s been a while since I’ve been DP’d but after taking all this cock I am pretty sure I can take it – after a few attempts I feel his cock sliding in and the two of them proceed to fuck my ass, taking turns plowing in and out until they both drop their loads, almost at the same time, up my ass – fuck I love to take cock!  I lick them clean and they head out.  I decide to make one last jaunt to the dark room to see what kind of trouble I can get into – my cum filled ass is soon filled with another great cock – he is a hairy monster of a guy with a prince albert – his big dick is thick and meaty – and I am definitely feeling him as he pounds me rough.  I love a rough fuck and he is plowing me long and hard – he also likes to slap – soon my ass is warming up as each stinging slap of the palm connects with my cheeks – it only seems to excite him more and his cock is pulling out and slamming back in over and over again – he picks up speed and soon I feel his cum streaming up my ass – one last slap across my ass as he pulls out and leaves. 

    I am thinking it’s time to leave but another man pushes in and starts to pound my ass – while not as big – he is definitely thick and he is soon edging towards his finish – he cums and then whispers that he wants to drop a load of piss up my ass as well – never one to say no to piss I push back against him and soon a stream of hot piss is filling my ass – I am feeling full when he finally pulls out – he friend who is standing next to him gets down between my legs and puts his mouth up to my ass – I feel his tongue slipping in and soon I am pushing a mix of piss and cum into him mouth – it has me rock hard and as he is feeding on my ass I am slowing pushing towards climax number two – he stands up and pushes his cock up my ass and as he is pounding away I finally climax – he joins me shortly after that – fucking hot scene indeed.

    That was my night – I ass was gaping and dripping with cum from my amazing ass pounding night.  God, I love being a cum slut bottom – I wish every night could be just like this one!

  • DILF Control

    “Christ, kid!”

    “You’re fine,” the kid told the older man like he didn’t know what he was talking about.

    “Fuck you, kid. What are you trying to do to me?” Vance asked as he struggled to speak between loud grunts and groans. Not sure if he liked the aggressiveness or if he was just overwhelmed by it.

    “I’m trying to get my nut,” Keller stated, annoyed that the man would ask such a stupid question.

    “How many fucking nuts you trying to get up there?” Vance asked with sarcasm and a little pain. “Fuck!” he yelled out at a deep hit the kid stabbed into his hole.

    “As many as your ass will hold. I got all day, old man,” Keller said with arrogant cockiness.

    “Geezus Fuck!”

    Vance lay ass up, his hard cock trapped beneath, smashed into the mattress as Keller thrust forward with one solid jab that sent Vance over the edge. His knuckles white as he fisted the sheets. His flushed red face, teeth gritted, hair matted with sweat as he faced forward, propped up on his chin as he watched the headboard of his hotel bed shake from the force of the two men rutting on the bed.

    “Tell me you like that,” Keller demanded as he gripped a handful of Vance’s hair.

    “Like what?” Vance asked not certain what he was pertaining to; the fuck or the hair pull.

    Keller thrust forward again pulling a muffled grunt from Vance as he felt the eighteen-year-old’s cock hit bottom again in his tight hole. Vance’s fists gripped tighter, his ass tensed, and his feet came up off the mattress, his toes curled stiff. It wasn’t the hair pull.

    “That!” Keller punctuated the thrust.

    “Take it easy!” Vance growled partially in pain and partially in pleasure. He was torn because he enjoyed the hard, athletic pounding that he was getting but wasn’t sure he appreciated the disrespect and cockiness of the kid providing the sensations. He thought this was going to be a quick pump and dump, but the kid had other ideas.

    “Tell me you like that, old man,” Keller demanded.

    Vance did like it. He just didn’t want to let this kid have the satisfaction of knowing he was the reason why. The kid was hot, and the kid could fuck but the kid was a brazen asshole who was too good looking and too arrogant to be complimented. Vance wouldn’t take this attitude from his own son; he wasn’t going to take it from this asshole.

    “Just get your nut, fucker,” Vance complained annoyed the kid only cared about himself. “Don’t worry about me!”

    That comment made Keller stop his fucking. Vance could sense him back there, breathing hard in a push up position looming over him. His cock still planted firmly in Vance’s ass. He could feel Keller’s eyes drilling into the back of his head. What is he doing now? Pouting?

    “What the fuck is your problem? You have a dude half your age boning you. You should be grateful. You’re being such a little bitch, dude.” Keller reprimanded the older man.

    Who the fuck does he think he is Vance thought as turned his head as much as he could to look back at him. “My problem, dickhead, is that you’re killing me here. I didn’t know this was a grudge fuck. And I’m not a “bitch”, DUDE. Watch your fucking mouth.” Vance winced after he said that, he sounded just like a dad.

    “Says the guy with a dick in his ass. Maybe you should’ve thought about all this when you were eye-fucking me with your kid standing right beside you, DAD.”

    “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Vance asked in anger.

    “I’m the guy buried eight-inches inside your pussy cunt. Bitch,” Keller taunted. “By the way, you should work on your technique when your trying to pick up younger guys. You were a sweaty, nervous mess. Good thing I took control or else we’d still be at the lecture hall.”

    Vance was offended the Keller thought he was a mess. He didn’t have to say much to the kid. All it took was an introduction and Keller told him to “stop talking and let’s go fuck.”

    “I don’t do this often and why are we talking about this right now? Your cock is inside me. Get your nut and get this over with and don’t fucking cum in me,” Vance said trying to sound bored and unimpressed.

    “Get this over with? Really? Man, you ARE a bitch. Whiny, slutty bitch.” Vance leaned down and spoke into Vance’s ear. “If your kid could only see you now. Ass up, full of cock. You think he’d be ok with having such a fag for a father? How would you feel about your son knowing his dad is a fucking fag bottom? Taking loads from college boys. Probably, not well. Bitch.”

    “Oh, fuck him!” Vance said to himself. What an arrogant, entitled little cock-bite.

    “Get off me,” Vance seethed. He was done with this. He was going to kick the fuck-head out.

    Keller scoffed and pulled out ever so slowly but then stopped. Vance felt the retreat but when it stopped and the huge cock was still in his hole, he tensed, anticipating the pop of the cock exiting his ravaged hole but it didn’t happen.

    “Keller?” Vance said with question in his tone. What was going on back there?

    Keller threw himself forward, ramming his cock to the root inside Vance.

    They both grunted at the same time; Keller from the feel of a tight ass and Vance from the sudden intrusion of cock into his body.

    “Keller!” Vance screamed.

    “Fuck YOU, DAD!” Keller yelled back, venom in his voice as he pulled out before pushing back in.

    Vance was shocked at the gull of this kid. He had to put an end to this humiliation. “GET. THE. FUCK. OFF ME!” Vance yelled as he tried to buck the athlete off his back.

    “No way, DAD,” Keller taunted and pushed down on Vance’s shoulder blades, smothering him into the mattress. The kid was strong. “Don’t act like you didn’t expect this. You like it rough and dirty or else you wouldn’t have agreed so eagerly to this fuck.”

    As Keller began a slow deep fuck, he lowered his chest down on Vance’s muscular back. He wrapped his arms around his neck in a hug that brought Vance’s head up. Keller put his lips to his ear. He bit Vance’s lobe making him yelp.

    “Keller, stop.” Vance swallowed hard. “Stop, please?” Vance pleaded in a whiny whisper that sounded like he didn’t really want him to stop. He thought if he asked calmly, Keller might show some mercy.

    Keller knew the man was pissed but at the same time, he knew he wanted Keller to keep going. It turned him on that Vance was pissed but had not power in this situation. It meant Keller could take what he wanted. He knew Vance was having the fuck of his life. Probably the first good fuck of his life. The older man never thought he would be attending orientation with his son at a new college and wind up getting nailed by some kid who kept staring at him from across the room.

    “Nope. Not happening, dad. This is what you wanted. Stop being a little bitch and enjoy my nut.”

    Vance got a twinge in his stomach every time Keller called him dad. He knew the kid was mocking him and it reminded him that he was a dad, a closet case that had no shame about hooking up with guys the same age as his son. It was humiliating but the twinge excited him and secretly wanted Keller to continue reminding him he was still a dad, getting boned, by a kid.

    Keller quickened his pace as he released Vance from his headlock. The more he long dicked the muscular ass under him, the more Vance began to moan. Keller knew this guy was a fucking pussy. Sure, he thought Vance was the hottest DILF he’d ever seen. Vance was taller, a little more muscular and a good twenty years older. That’s what made him so hot to Keller. He loved older daddy-types. He loved muscular, masculine, rough-around-the-edges, handsome dads and he loved them to be bottoms. But Keller got off on guys who could talk the talk but not walk the walk. Guys like Vance who were big, strong protective types but really turned to puddles of shit when they get close to a younger guy who is about to take him down for the count. They wanted to lose control; they just didn’t know it yet. They sometimes don’t know they want to get fucked until Keller makes them question why they haven’t been getting fucked the whole time.

    Keller was a top and always has been since he realized he was into dudes and started fucking guys two years ago in high school. His wealthy parents fawned over him, spoiled him, gave him anything he wanted. The never told him No, resulting in an entitled, cocky, rich kid asshole, who, on top of all that was beautiful, handsome, should be a fucking model. That just made it worse as he took what he wanted whenever he wanted. It was easy for him to score ass when you look the way he does. Tall, baseball player build, dark hair, green eyes and a cocky sneer on a carved out of granite jawline, deep inset eyes and a slight Mediterranean skin tone. He fucked guys his own age, but preferred older guys and he loved dads. It was a power trip. Taking down a guy twice his age was an adrenaline rush. It was a rush that was beyond any other.

    Vance relaxed and let the boy have his way. As much he was starting to hate the kid, he loved the way he fucked. He really knew how to hit that button in his ass and make him moan. He was solid and aggressive, just how he thought sex with a guy should be. Vance had bottomed before, but he found most younger guys wanted him to top them. Like he said, he didn’t hook up all the time but he had his fair share of cock and ass.

    “There you go, old man. I knew the first time you looked at me that you wanted me. You were a little pathetic, though. Standing there, stealing looks at a kid the same age as yours. You were scared shitless that you wanted to fuck around but felt guilty because you didn’t want to be caught perving out on an eighteen-year-old.”

    Fuck, Vance knew the kid was right. He spent the day with his son sharing a bonding experience, excited to be in college. When Keller caught his eye, his heart stopped, and he was instantly attracted to the jock. Keller made it obvious that he too found the DILF hot as fuck. The look in his eyes enforced the fact he wanted to fuck around with Vance.

    The fuck-talk this kid spewed was slowly turning Vance on. He thought he hated the arrogant cocky things he was saying to him while fucking him. The more the kid took control and fucked his cock in and out of Vance’s muscular butt, the demeaning talk didn’t seem so bad.

    “Fuck, your ass is so tight. You’re a hot fucker, you know that, dad? A hot fucking daddy.”

    Vance moaned into the mattress. Gawd, this kid was incredible. So confident, so sure of himself. Vance couldn’t help but be flattered a kid this hot thought he was hot as well. Vance knew he was attractive; handsome, fit, great ass. The fact this kid was into him, made him feel young and desirable.

    “Feel that? That’s my cock screwing your pussy. That’s right, your pussy. You’re a tight, wet pussy for my cock. Big, tough dad, getting screwed by a hot boy, loving me taking charge. I’ll tell you, you and I, were going to become very close over the next four years. You know it and I know it.”

    That made Vance perk up. He didn’t think about how this could be a long-term arrangement. He didn’t think about that he would see Keller on campus every time he visited his son, Jason. He felt warm inside and a rush of adrenaline coursed through his body at the thought of getting fucked by Keller every time he was on campus. Suddenly, he was looking forward to Parent’s Weekend.

    “You want that? Huh? You want me fucking your sloppy pussy?”

    “Yes. Fuck, yes,” Vance whispered.

    “You’re my dad-cunt? My hot, tight dad-cunt?”

    “Uh huh.”

    “What are you? Tell me. What are you?”

    “Your dad-cunt.”

    “Fucking hot. You are going to love my loads.”

    “Keller?” Vance turned his head to see him.

    “What, cunt?” he said has his pace quickened.

    “Don’t tell Jason.”

    Keller laughed. “Be a good cunt and I won’t. Do as I say, and stupid kid won’t find out his dad’s a homo.”

    “Ok. Deal,” Vance agreed, relieved. “Keller?”

    “What?”

    “Cum inside me.”

    He laughed again. “Dude, there was never any other option.”

    Vance suddenly yearned for this kid’s cream to fill him up.”

    “Going to dump my swimmers inside your gut, dad.”

    “Yes. Do it, your fucking sexy stud,” Vance pleaded.

    Keller chuckled as he started to pound into the DILF’s ass. He grunted with each slam. Vance cried out the whole time, loving the treatment he was receiving. Now, he wanted nothing more then to be used and abused by this kid. He wanted this kid to take over, tell him what to do, make him feel humiliated for letting this teenager treat him like a slut, a hole, to get off in. He felt the cock grazing his prostate and suddenly, he couldn’t hold off and he came into the sheets.

    “That a boy! Fucking perv, man. Getting off on a kid about to blow in your ass.”

    Vance shot off again. He felt the cock speed up faster and then one sharp thrust and he felt it expand and he heard Keller roar at the top of his lungs while tensing up and exploding his huge, sticky load into the man below him. It lasted a while until he fell onto Vance’s back, panting.

    “FUCK!” Keller yelled out. “WHAT A HOT FUCK!”

    Vance stayed still, relishing the weight of the jock on his back. He squeezed his ass cheeks, tightening around the cock inside of it. He was showing the fucker how much he loved him being inside.

    “Kid, that was good. That was amazing,” Vance said as he panted.

    “Good. Glad you liked it. Get used to it. I plan on planting cock inside you as much as I can.”

    Vance smiled.

    “I also expect you to visit at least twice a month,” Keller stated.

    Vance flinched. “Twice a month? I can’t do that. What do I tell my kid why I’m visiting so much?”

    “Who the fuck says he has to know? Figure it out,” Keller shrugged, not giving a shit how to do it, just fucking do it.

    “Keller, you’re asking me to lie to my son.”

    “Vance, that’s your name, right? I forgot right after you told me. Vance, it’s not my fucking problem. If you don’t want your son to find out you’re a sloppy cunt for some kid his age, you make it happen. Not. My. Fucking. Problem,” Keller said as he pulled out of Vance’s ass and rolled off the bed.

    Vance turned and sat up, watching the hot jock find his clothes. He stared at him in awe and a little in fear.

    “Problem?” the kid asked condescendingly.

    Vance thought for a few seconds and realized his back was against a wall.

    “No. I’ll make it happen,” Vance relented.

    “I thought so,” Keller said as he grabbed his phone and stepped over to the bed. He pulled Vance up.

    “Ok, dad. I’m out. Give me a kiss,” he said as he forcefully took Vance’s head and pulled it in for a kiss.

    “Fuck, good kisser too,” Keller said with a smack to Vance’s toned ass.

    Vance smiled again.

    “Later,” Keller said, and he left.

    Vance’s phone rang and he answered.

    “Hey, dad,” Jason greeted.

    “Hey. Having a good time?”

    “Yeah. Where are you? You were supposed to meet me.”

    Fuck, Vance thought. He lost track of time.

    “Yeah, sorry. On my way. I took a nap at the hotel.”

    “Cool. See you in a few,” Jason said and hung up.

    Vance put the phone down, wiped down with a towel, no time to take a shower. Threw on some clothes and headed out the door with a big smile on his face thinking about the future fucks from his hot, top jock.


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  • My chapero

    PRIVATE MO

    I answered that I wanted him to fuck me in many positions but this first time I wanted to be fucked as I had fucked him.

    -Now you also have my promise, Ciprian, since you’ve been so good as to give me this job, that I will always do anything that’s funny for you. I won’t call you my client, not even my employer; I’ll only call you Ciprian. Sex with a boy, at least with you, is also funny. If I don’t have fun at the 34, I know I will return here every night and sleep with you and have fun.

    -Yeah, fuck me, you hot boy; I love being fucked. You will see that it will not hurt me.

    He drove his penis then into my ass at the time his lips came to mine and all the time he was shagging me, he was touching me.

    -You hot boy, I love your dick up my butt.

    -Since you like it, I’ll fuck you as many times as you ask me, but I could perceive how you liked fucking me. Never be shy to ask me, Ciprian. What I want is us fucking each other every day and never forget you’ll ease it in my ass as often as you want to.

    I soon asked him to get as deep as he could and indeed he was a perfect chapero and was always willing to satisfy his client any way he was asked.

    -Are you enjoy fucking an ass, Mo?

    -I told you I never fucked a girl up her ass but I’ve always wanted to do it and I love it now. But it’s not just an ass; I’m fucking a wonderful boy who is changing me. It will be just an ass when I have to fuck clients I don’t like at all, but not with you. With you, it will always be having fun and giving fun to my friend Ciprian Petrescu. I love this job, my friend. If after cumming, you want more fun, whatever it is, tell me.

    -After cumming in my ass, we’d better sleep. It will be so hot to have you every day and I know that I want no more sex with you tonight, only the fun of sleeping for the first time next to such a wonderful boy.

    It took him very long, fortunately, to cum in my ass, or in the condom he was of course using. All the time he was rehearsing how to move his cock inside me and was asking me for instructions to tell him the best way to give fun to boys when he fucked them. But after more than a quarter of an hour I fortunately noticed how his dick spilled semen in the condom in my bum.

    First he kissed me a long while and asked me whether he thought his new chapero had given him enough pleasure and whether I was sure I would like him to live there. I told him of course I wanted him to be my flatmate now and exchanging a lot of friendly words, sometimes even lecherous words, we finally could sleep together for the first time.

    We had breakfast naked the next morning and he asked me whether I wanted some fun again. I told him we’d better not if he really wanted to start working in the 34 today for he would need a dick which was not exhausted. He told me he wanted to go to his house to see what needed to be clean. So after breakfast I finally gave him a key of our house and I offered to accompany to his former house and help him clean, adding I didn’t need to work every day.

    So there we went and a couple of hours later, we returned home, had lunch and sucked each other’s cocks first before I took a taxi with him to the 34, for he wanted me to show him his new working place and he wanted me to accompany him in his first working day. I could find a new chapero meanwhile, he told me with a wide smile.

    We soon arrived at the 34 and he saw then his new working place was big. On the road here I had also told him that he could go to The bull’s horns whenever he wanted. I’d talked to him about the usual services clients asked and how much they cost. I told him.

    -Of course as a chapero, you can charge a boy however much you want, but if you’re too ambitious and therefore too expensive, the client will end up looking for a different chapero and you won’t earn much.

    -I’ll charge the client what other chaperos charge, just the price you’ve told me for everything.

    The 34 was full of televisions everywhere and in each of them there was a different porn movie, so the client could choose which one to watch. Mo was also surprised that on the counter there were several trays full with condoms, for the clients and chaperos to use. We’ve bought some condoms this morning of course but when he saw the trays he told me he would always carry some condoms in his trousers pockets but would mostly take condoms from the tray every day.

    I had a drink first with him and then I moved along the brothel. I knew I would have sex again with Mo tonight but I wanted to hook up a different chapero first. I would not come here every day, but I’d often accompany Mo here. And I also wanted to give him some privacy so he could seduce his first client.

    A couple of hours later we met in the bar and as we had a drink together he told me his first chapa. I told him a chapa was what chaperos did: a service with a client. He had a smiling face when he told me he’d been lucky enough to make full service. This morning I’d told him what full service was.

    -You see, Mo, full service means you suck the client’s dick, he sucks yours, you fuck the client and the client fucks you.

    -Two cums each. Yes, of course that’s why it’s called full service.

    He told me how he had discovered again the fun of having a boy blowing you, better than girls, he told me, or the fun of fucking a different ass from mine. When he was fucked he enjoyed less but he certainly enjoyed the taste of a different dick.

    -It was not as tasty as yours, Ciprian, or maybe it was that I didn’t enjoy this first client in the brothel as much as I did enjoy you yesterday but I managed to be hard all the time just remembering the taste of your dick.

    His words made me really hard and he affectionately stroked my crotch and made me still harder. Then he added that since he’d already cum twice, he didn’t want to cum more in the 34 today and we could now go home where he would do happily again –he smiled at me- his other job.

    We went home and had a new battle, not as long as last night, for both our dicks were tired by now but at least we sucked each other’s cocks, for I could well see that he enjoyed blowjobs rather than fucking.

    He was not only my daily chapero. He was really my friend and he told me things about his job. He was earning money and I smiled at him and told him one day he could have more money than me.

    -I hope I am mainly your friend, Ciprian, but fortunately I’m becoming the friend of other chaperos and of some of my clients too. You know, I’m persuading myself since now I work with boys every day, that a boy or a girl is the same to me. Nevertheless and hope you believe me, cause I’m a bitch and maybe the words of a bitch are not trustworthy, I work with other boys, but with you, it’s not only work, it’s also fun and the fun of living with you too. I haven’t had any temptations for a month. But think about this, Ciprian, I’ve been a chapero for a month. If one day I find a girl, or a boy, why not? She or he would have to know that I’ve prostituted myself. This is gonna be an obstacle in my life after now. But as far as I live with you, I won’t have this problem.

    In bed he used to tell me every night what he’d done and other services clients asked him.

    -If a boy asks me to go to his house, I fortunately tell him I have a boyfriend, you of course, who is awaiting me. So I go to nobody’s house. They have asked me to be someone’s slave and I don’t want to try: it’s no prejudice against BDSM; it’s simply I would not trust a boy who wants to beat me, for instance, or to tie me. Once I had to work as a boy’s master. I accepted and I think the boy who was my slave enjoyed for he wants to pay me to be his master more often. So that I can do.

    And there were other things that clients asked him and he also talked to me about.

    -Some boys ask me to take them to g-spot. Of course I’ll take you to g-spot too. Do you know it?

    And when I told him I didn’t, he answered he would make me know g-spot this very night. He went on.

    -And they’ve even asked me about scat. It was a very good advice that you gave me the night I knew you that I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to do. Well, I know it would be for the boy’s fun but I can’t picture myself shitting anybody. Nevertheless, I have agreed to golden shower, provided no client pisses me but it’s me the one who pisses. I can see the boys who ask me, really enjoy, so that’s a service I also do.

    And that very night, he certainly took me to g-spot and next I had the big pleasure of doing the same to him and notice utmost fun in his cute eyes.

    One day he was more sincere with me and told me.

    -I’ve discovered that a chapero does not want to cum.

    -Doesn’t he?

    -I have to choose between money and fun. And I cannot forget I have a daily obligation to cum with you at least once a day. But I’m gonna ask you something.

    -Tell me.

    -How many times are you able to cum in a single day?

    -One or two, maybe three, some days even four, especially with you, my hot Mo, why are you asking?

    -And the days you cum four times, don’t your balls hurt the next day?

    -You know that’s true. The days I’ve cum four times with you, it’s almost impossible to have sex the next day, except touching and kissing, which is also sex.

    -So that’s my case too, Ciprian. A chapero must get used to cumming many times. If you fuck a boy, cumming is compulsory but of course I enjoy. If a client sucks your cock, you get the greatest possible pleasure. I really enjoy hearing a client say that he wanna suck my cock, but in either of those cases, you have to cum. And after cumming you feel tired. So now it’s the time to rest for a while, maybe drinking something in the bar, maybe going to watch a film, anything that can take your mind off sex for a while. But now imagine that it’s you that’s gonna be fucked, or you have to suck a cock. In those cases cumming is not compulsory. You jack off, of course, so the client can think that he’s making you horny, but you don’t cum and if the client asks you whether you’re gonna cum, you just tell him: I’m sorry, I came half an hour ago, it will be impossible for me to cum again now, though I would really like to. So you have to choose either fun or money. If they make you cum, you have wonderful fun but you hook up fewer clients, so less money. I remember for instance one day when a client wanted to fuck me, then a different client also wanted to fuck me, a third one asked me to give him a blowjob and finally a fourth client wanted me to fuck him: four chapas and you’ve only cum once. Those are the best days. But however the days are, I will always cum at least once for you.

    He was always very honest with me. And it was seven months after he’d started being my private chapero that I realized I had fallen in love with Mo. But I didn’t tell him anything. He’s heterosexual and he should find a girl one day. It’s true that I certainly saw in him that he had fun having sex with me and even living with me and his main concern was always whether I trust him, cause he knew he was a bitch and maybe I thought all he did was fake. I had the intuition though that Mo’d always been very decent. He’d had some sex with girls along the year and he always told me, but he also said that with me he’d learned to enjoy both boys and girls and I also believed him.

    One day I had introduced him to some friends of mine, some of them also gay. He didn’t want them to know he was my chapero, and wanted me to introduce him as my boyfriend. He has no prejudice about saying that to anybody so as my boyfriend Mo he was indeed introduced. But he heard the comments two of my friends did one day. I also heard them.

    -We all know that Ciprian’s a whoremonger. So this Mo’s probably one other chapero that he’s rented.

    -I don’t believe Mo is Ciprian’s boyfriend either.

    Those words hurt me. I didn’t know then that Mo had heard those words and had become infuriated in my favour. But a week later he opened his heart to me before bed. He started to believe that not only bitches, but also clients had some miseries to undergo.

    -Ciprian, let me ask you please; you love me, don’t you?

    -I love you, Mo, but let it not influence you. You’re really decent and you know I could pay you for years.

    -Ciprian, look at me. You know in eight months as a chapero, I’ve earned so much money that now I earn as much as you. I can continue working in the 34. And you know that fortunately I’ve lost my pernicious habits and you’ve helped me a lot. I am what I am today thanks to you, and you’ve also made me discover my bisexuality and fortunately I can always see in your eyes that you trust me. I have a job and I will continue doing it, but I don’t want you to pay me anymore.

    -But you know I can pay you; I don’t wanna lose you now, Mo.

    -You won’t lose me, Ciprian. We’ve been pretending we’re a couple before your friends, but they don’t believe you and their words made me so angry that I realized first that I don’t want anyone to hurt you, but not only that. I saw with some surprise that I also love you, Ciprian. That’s true. You’ve always trust me; please I need you to believe me now.

    My heart was about to burst and I kissed him first with deep love. I had some doubts though but he told me.

    -You know it’s true that I’m bisexual, Ciprian, my love. And of course I can also fall in love with a boy now. I’ve been many months living with you, and you have a lot of common sense, you’re the voice of experience, very affectionate and a very sexy man. You’re like a daddy for me, but I love you. So let’s try, but of course no money after now. We’ve both discovered this year what chaperos’ problems are and clients’ problems are. But we believe in each other’s honesty and love each other. So please tell me that we can try.

    And that’s how unexpectedly I found a boyfriend, with a guy who had never had sex with boys before I met him, but worked for me as a chapero for eight months and later fell in love with me. No matter how he started with me. I always believed him and money was never a problem for us. He continued working as a chapero, but not for me. And both of us occasionally have sex with other people, me only with boys, he with both boys and girls, for fidelity is not a problem for us.

    No matter how we started. A couple can arise in any circumstance. But we love each other deeply, and that’s increasingly clear.


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  • My Dad

    I knew at a young age that I was different, at ten years old when I would see my Dad in his briefs with a huge bulge I would get a tingling feeling that excited me. 

     In school…. now twelve a friend of mine who was thirteen asked me if I jerked off.  Being very shy, I just replied no.  He explained in detail how to jerk off which didn’t seem very complicated to me.  That night in bed I took my boy cock in my hand beginning to stroke it….to my amazement the feeling was awesome, but the best part was that incredible feeling that overtook my body as this white goo started shooting out of my dick.  I laid there thinking wow this is the best thing that has ever happened to me.  Needless to say it became an obsession of mine, jerking off two or three times a day.

    A few years later, now fourteen, my Mom became ill with a rare disease, to a point where she was bed ridden.  My Mom and Dad were only eighteen years old when I came into the world.  Their relationship wasn’t the normal relationship that a husband and wife would have as they constantly fought.  I didn’t understand it at the time with it almost becoming a normal routine in our household. That year my Mom passed away after a long battle with cancer.

    It was now just my Dad and I, but he didn’t seem upset with her passing in which I realized later that they only stayed together because of me.  My Dad only thirty two years old…. we became very close.  I was involved in sports in school especially hockey and basketball.  He would always be at my games to give me support and cheer me on.  I loved my Dad, I thought he was the most handsome man….6′ tall, lean muscular body, movie star face, also he loved to walk around in his boxer briefs with a huge bulge which always gave me a hardon.

    I hooked up with a few guys in school basically going into the woods behind my house jerking off.  Eventually, especially with one friend, we started giving each other blowjobs.  My libido was through the roof as all I thought about was cock. 

     
    I remember it being a Saturday, when a water main ruptured leaving us with no water.  The crew from the water utilities department arrived.  They advised my Dad that they would have to dig up the street to get to the ruptured pipe.  He went on to advise that it might me a day or two before we would have water.

    “Well son it looks like we might as well check into a motel for a few days.”  We packed a few things then headed to the motel.  We walked into the room with it having a nice queen size bed.  “Robby, you don’t mind sleeping in the same bed, because this was all that was available?”  “No Dad this is fine with me.”

    We left the motel heading to a restaurant for dinner.  Dad and I always enjoyed our conversations.  He asked me if I was interested in any girls at school.  I told him that I wasn’t but I did have sex on my mind a lot.  “Well Robby, that’s normal for a boy your age.”  “Dad have you found a girl friend yet?”  “No Robby,  I don’t have any plans to meet anyone.”

    I new my Dad was gay because he would have guys over that spent the night….I would jerk off to their moans and groans.

    Dad went take a shower, when he came out he was toweling himself off.  When I looked at the size of his cock I was amazed, it was big, thick with a large mushroom head along with big balls.  He saw me starring in which he began laughing:  “Its pretty big….what do you think son?”  “Yeah Dad its huge, will mine get that big?”  “I’m sure it will Robby, you will take after me I’m sure.”  I went take a shower wanting my Dad to get a look at me so I came out of the bathroom toweling myself off:  “Well, well, well, Robby look at that, your going to be hung like a horse, you must already be four or five inches soft.

    We laid on the bed watching TV….I looked at my Dad:  Dad can I ask you a question, do you jerk off?”  “Why sure Robby, all guys jerk off if they don’t have a partner.”  I noticed my Dad’s bulge in his briefs getting larger, so was mine.  “Dad….can we jerk off together?”   He began rubbing he growing member as I followed watching his cock grow.  Without saying a word he pulled his briefs down as his huge cock shot up against his pubes.  Fuck his cock had to be 8″  thick as hell.  I pulled my briefs down as my Dad looked over smiling: “Robby you are going to take after me, you already have a good 6” with nice girth.

    We began jerking off as I was getting off watching Dad, his cock was so big.  Pre-cum started dripping out of both our cocks with Dad taking it in his fingers licking them.  I followed what he did licking the pre-cum off my fingers, loving the taste.  Soon Dad arched his back saying that he was cumming.  I watched rope after rope of cum shoot out of his cock.  I followed shooting my load all over my stomach. Dad took his cum in his fingers starting to eat it. He looked at me:  “It’s delicious, try it”  I did, loving the taste knowing that from then on I would be getting plenty of protein.”

    The next day my Dad said he wanted to have a talk with me.  He sat me down asking me why I didn’t see girls or have a girlfriend.  I told him that I wasn’t interested in girls that I liked looking at boys. “Robby your only fourteen years old, why do you think your so interested in boys?”  “Dad ever since I can remember I loved looking at men also boys.” ” When I go to the boys room at school I always love checking out the other boys cocks.” ” I know I’m young but I know I want boys not girls.”  “Well you know that what ever your choice is I will support you.”  “Dad, when I’m in bed jerking off, I think about you….that big cock of yours.”

    A few years passed as I was now sixteen….a horny teenager with a strong libido.  I craved cock, it was a total obsession of mine.  I was bored with my Dad and I jerking off….I wanted to experience more with him as I would fantasize sucking his big cock. 

    One night I was laying in bed horny as hell which was usually the case.  I decided to go into my father’s room to get in bed with him.  I walked in crawling into his bed, but I was nervous as hell, still I was determined to take our journey to the next level.  I reached around, taking his cock in my hand.  It was what I lusted for….he was nude so I removed my briefs, continuing playing with his manhood.  It began to grow in my hand as I was sweating from nervousness.  He started to move, turning around looking at me:  “Son what are you doing?”  I want you Dad, I want more than just jerking off.  I’m gay and I’m craving your cock. He turned around hugging me asking me if I was sure this is what I wanted.

    Dad started down my body taking my now 7″ cock into his mouth. The feeling was beyond anything I could have ever imagined.  He took my cock deep into his throat as he massaged my aching balls.  “Oh fuck Dad, this is amazing.”  He knew how to suck cock….it was nothing like my friends blowjob in the woods.   He sucked me for some time then I told him to stop or I would cum.  He got up, I grabbed his hips pulling him into me as I took his cock in my mouth.  I held onto his plump ass as I began worshipping his horse cock.  His smell was intoxicating, a mixture of soap, also pure man.  I sucked on his mushroom head as he spewed pre-cum into my mouth.  The taste was so delicious making me moan as I got most of his cock down my throat.  “Fuck Robby your an expert at sucking cock.”  I continued as he became consumed with erotic heat as his body spasmed shooting rope after rope into my wanting mouth.  I loved the taste as I opened my mouth to show him all the cum.  He reached down kissing me as we shared his jizz.

    He got between my legs taking my stiffness into his mouth, it didn’t take long, I lifted my body beginning to scream as I exploded with feelings like I had never felt before.  “Oh Dad, I’m cumming, oh yeah, oh fuck.”  We shared my cum then collapsed holding each other. 

    “Robby, I didn’t know you wanted to go further than just jerking off. “I want you to show me everything Dad, please.”  “Okay Robby, if that’s your desire I will teach you everything you need to know.  It’s late, I have work tomorrow but this Friday night we will have a session with me teaching you everything I have experienced.

    I couldn’t wait as I was so anxious with what my Dad had in store for me.  Friday night finally arrived so I took a shower cleaning myself  in anticipation of what was going to happen.  We had a late dinner, with us both being quiet.  Finally to break the uneasy tension I spoke:  “Dad I want to experience everything as I’m pretty naïve also inexperienced.  “Son let me say, you give one hell of a blowjob.”  “Thanks, I want to be the best because my sex drive is making me crazy….it’s all I think about.”    

    Dad went take a shower, calling me if I was ready to get in bed.  I jumped up as I was more than ready.  I walked into the bedroom, Dad was naked with that big cock of his swaying back and forth.  I stripped, crawling into bed as he did too.  He said:  “Are you ready Robby.”  “I’m more than ready, now show me what you can do with that big cock of yours.   He turned me around on my stomach, spreading my legs as he started licking my ass cheeks, then heading for the prize, my perfect pink tight rosebud.  His tongue started sliding up and down my crack driving me crazy.  “Oh fuck yes, oh my God, that feeling is so hot, please eat my boy cunt.  

    This continued for some time as I was gasping for breath, lost in the mesmerizing effect that my Dad was having on me.  “Robby I’m going to fuck you, are you ready?”  “Yes, please I want to feel what its like to be taken by you.”  He made me stand up then laid my chest on the bed.  He lubed my puckered asshole then his cock.  When he placed his cock at my entrance I was moving my ass in anticipation of what I was going to experience.  He pushed in as my body cringed in pain. He stopped reaching down softly saying:  “just relax and push out as I push in.”  I did as he said, soon the pain started to diminish as he slowly started to thrust in and out of me.  As he pushed in he hit a spot that made me scream with such pleasure:  “Oh right there….yes Dad right there oh fuck yes, fuck me now.”  He began to pick up the pace ramming his cock into my bowels, the feeling was putting me in a crazed state.

    He had me get back on the bed missionary, as he shoved his weapon back in me.  As he fucked me with a steady pounding, the bed bagging against the wall, I was in heaven.  “Yes, fuck me, oh wow, yes, its so good.”  “Robby….its not going to take long before I give you a load in that sweet pussy of yours.  “Yes Dad please give me the seed that made me.”  “Robby I’m cumming, oh fuck, yes, yes, its all yours.” “Give it to me, I’m cumming too oh God, yes, fuck me hard.”

    Dad pulled out, leaning down eating my cum then came up to my lips sharing all that sweet cum with me.  We both were gasping for breath as our high started to diminish.

    “Dad, that was the most amazing experience you have giving me, I love you.  “I love you too son, now you know the joy of man on man sex.  “Yes Dad….its what I want, its what I need….I know that people call it incest but to me you have shown me the love two men can share, thank you for being the amazing Dad that you are.

    At eighteen Dad and I continued having sex, but then he met someone.  The doorbell rang one evening, as I opened the door a tall African American guy stood there.  Man he was beautiful, with golden skin also a perfect face.  “Hi, I’m Josef here to see your Dad.”  My father came to the door getting all excited seeing Josef.

    We all had dinner, then going into the living room chatting, just having a great time.  Josef had a small overnite bag so I assumed he was spending the night with my Dad.  I was happy because he needed someone to share his life.

    Several years passed with Dad marrying Josef.  As for me I got my ass fucked every chance I got until I met Adam, fell in love…. with my ass only being for him.  

    Many people think of incest as a sin….to me its just another expression of love.  My Dad was always there for me, took care of me, gave me everything I needed, so everyone is entitled to their opinion, but to me the sex we shared wasn’t dirty or obscene it was all about love and what two men can share.

  • My First Bukkake Party

    OMG! I couldn’t believe I was surrounded by two dozen hot men beating their meat and spooging all over the hairy muscle stud on the workout bench. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

    My name is Colt, and yes, you could call me a cowboy. I grew up on a small ranch on the outskirts of Nowhere, Nebraska. As you can imagine, there weren’t lots of opportunities for a gay teenager in a rural area to explore and learn about his sexuality. So, when I graduated from high school, I got the hell out of there and went straight…uh…directly… to San Francisco, the gay capital of the world. San Francisco State University, to be exact. I had earned excellent grades in high school, so I could have gone to any of the most prestigious schools on either coast, but I wanted to go where I could experience the full range of what it means to be gay. I was looking for a different kind of education, and man, did I get it.

    Josh and I met at freshman orientation and become fast friends—“fast” having a couple of different meanings here. We are so much alike. We had both played sports in high school and were ripped: both 5’10”, 42” chest and 30” waist. Brown eyes and brown hair, though his is a little lighter than mine.

    Like me, Josh had come from a small town (in a remote corner of Outhouse County, Oklahoma) and was also eager to explore his sexuality. We began by exploring each other, and we branched out from there. We are both versatile—for now at least. Josh tends to lean more to the bottom, and I’m more of a top, but we decided to experience both sides until we had learned everything we could.

    Both of our cocks are just over 6”, a little bit more than the average but still within the “normal” range. Actually, I’m quite sure that my cock is just a tad bigger than Josh’s, and we argued often about this issue. Those arguments usually led to wrestling matches, which led to rough sex. The rule was that whoever won the wrestling match got to fuck the shit out of the other one. Of course, I always won the wrestling matches…except on those rare occasions when I would let Josh think he had won because I was in one of my rare moods to feel a hard dick up my ass.

    Just after Josh and I got settled into our dorm, we immediately logged onto our favorite hook-up sites and a few more we had never heard of before, and from there, we arranged one-night hookups, got invitations to bate parties, and found out which gay bars were best for cruising and which ones had dark corners and back rooms.

    We especially liked the leather bars, sports bars, and country-western bars, and we never failed to score at any of them—often two or three times a night—sometimes back in our dorm room or at the other guys’ places but just as often right there in the bars. I can thank those bars for giving me the opportunity to experience sex on a pool table for the first time—but definitely not the last.

    At the country-western bars, we didn’t have to pretend to be cowboys. We were cowboys, and we had the well-worn boots, Wrangler jeans, leather belts with large silver buckles, plaid shirts, and Stetsons to prove it.

    When we went to sports bars, I would wear a San Francisco Giants baseball cap, a skin tight tank top, and 49ers gym shorts or sweat pants. Most of the time, I went commando—not only because it was comfortable and more revealing, but also for the ease of access (wink, wink). Sometimes, though, I would borrow some of Josh’s designer underwear, the kind with a built-in cock ring to lift my junk and push my dick forward. Not that I really needed the help, but the extra advertising certainly didn’t hurt.

    At the leather bars, of course I wore leather, but not the biker kind that you usually see in such places. My leather gear consisted of cowboy leather: brown chaps, gambler’s vest, and suede jacket.

    To experience a long fetish itch, we once sneaked into the athlete’s gym at San Jose State University and fucked on a mattress of jock straps that we had swiped from the lockers. Most of the jocks smelled like they hadn’t been washed all semester. The stench was awful, but that was the whole point. We didn’t want the kind of proper, sanitized sex tolerated—if not always practiced—by Presbyterians back in Nebraska and Oklahoma. We wanted sex that was raunchy, stinking, vulgar, raw…and real.

    To be fair, not all of the jocks were rancid. A few were actually fresh. Those were the ones we used to wipe up the cum we spewed everywhere. Josh and I both walked away with personal souvenirs.

    From going to the bath houses in Oakland and San Jose, we learned that we are both voyeurs and exhibitionists. We like to watch, and we especially love being watched. We even got spit roasted in the middle of Folsom Street during the annual festival.

    We checked out every exhibit at the festival and volunteered for every demonstration we could. We sampled bondage, flogging, gangbanging, E-stim, fisting, edging, rimming, water sports, and all kinds of toys and gear—from both the giving and receiving ends.

    Not all of it really appealed to us, but we figured we’d never know until we tried it, and man, we tried everything. Or at least, I thought I had tried everything until Josh burst into our dorm room one day exclaiming, “Colt, you won’t believe what I found.”

    Waving his smart phone at me as he plopped his ass down next to me, he practically yelled, “Look!”

    It was a link from one of our favorite fuck apps, a link that led to party announcements. We had both been to sex parties that freshman year—separately and together—but this one was different. “What’s a bukkake party?” I asked.

    “Scroll through the screens,” he pressed.

    As I did, I found pictures of a bunch of guys circling around another guy and jizzing all over him. “Fucking hot!” I gushed.

    “It’s this weekend,” blubbered Josh. “Apparently, these two guys in Sausalito host a party about once a month, and the next one is this Saturday.”

    Josh went on to explain that participation was limited to 20 men, and we had to apply by sending our E-mail address. We had both set up extra accounts with aliases, so we used those to sign up. Fortunately, we got in before everyone else beat us to it.

    Josh and I both were super hyped and super horny all week just daydreaming about the adventure ahead. We jerked off and screwed even more than usual those last few days.

    As we drove up to the house at the address we were given, we could tell right away that the inhabitants had money. The place was a fucking mansion. A valet dressed (or undressed) like a Chippendale dancer met us under the porte cochere and directed us to the front door, where we were met by an ultra-sexy blond-haired, blue-eyed hunk in his early 30s. His entire wardrobe consisted of nothing but a cock ring, which bolstered his already considerable assets.

    “Welcome, men. I’m Scott,” he said, extending a firm, masculine hand. “Come on in and get comfortable,” which really meant, “Get naked.”

    Directly in front of us, several men were removing their clothes and putting them in brown paper bags, on which they wrote their names (real or fake) with a black marker. We followed their lead and drew flattering gawks and whistles from some of the guys. Josh and I were used to that because we were both handsome, muscular, and approachable (i.e., slutty).

    From that room, French doors led to the patio, where we found more guys—ranging from our age to 70 or more. Neither Josh nor I had ever expressed a particular interest in older men, but we were quite surprised at how hot some of the older men looked. Most of the men were completely naked, and some had even started warming up before the main event, though the first hour was supposed to be just for socializing. I guess it all depends on your definition of “socializing.”

    There were men of all types. Tall, short, and in between. White, black, Asian, and mixed. Blonds, brunettes, and gingers. Average-looking guys, muscle jocks, pretty boys, and gorgeous hunks who looked like underwear models. Most of the guys had dicks that looked to be average, though most were not yet sporting full erections. Once they did, we found that some even exceeded 9 inches.

    Some of the men retained their underwear, though none left much to the imagination. Several were dressed in leather, though some of those wore chaps that exposed their junk or their asses.

    Several coolers lined the edge of the pool. These contained various drinks ranging from bottled water to sodas to an array of beers. Josh and I each took a beer and began to mingle. As we did, most of the guys took the opportunity to lay hands on us, squeezing our biceps, ass cheeks, or dicks, placing their arms around our shoulders or hugging us so tightly that our cocks rubbed against each other. One guy, a beefy bear, walked up to me and, without a word, assaulted my mouth as if he were trying to tongue-fuck my tonsils. Some guys might have been put off by such aggressiveness, but I ate it up, and Josh loved watching me succumb.

    I don’t know about Josh, but I had learned that I am not really either a dom or a sub, a master or a slave, but I can lean either way up to a point. I learned that you don’t have to go all the way in either direction, and you don’t always have to stay in one role. You can just do what feels right under the circumstances.

    Nearly all of the men were complete strangers to us, but we did recognize two familiar faces at the other end of the patio. One was Josh’s chemistry professor, whom I dubbed Dr. Beast. He was ruggedly handsome, giving the appearance more of a construction worker than a university professor. I made a mental note to log onto the registrar’s Website as soon as we got back to our dorm and pre-register for his fall class. I had not really been looking forward to taking chemistry—not really my bag—but this was a man I was definitely eager to exchange test tubes with.

    The other familiar face was a guy from my American history class my first semester. I almost didn’t recognize him without his nerdy reading glasses and frumpy sweaters. Many people are quite surprised to learn how cold the air coming off the ocean and the bay can make San Francisco feel. Mark Twain once said that the coldest winter he ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. Being from Nebraska, I was used to the cold, but this kid was from southern Arizona and bundled up every day for our early morning class.

    I say “kid” because he looked younger than his age. Being no more than 5’6” no doubt contributed to that impression, but so did his really cute baby face. He had a nice bod, though—a swimmer’s build, lean but with strong legs, arms, and shoulders. And to top it all off, he had the most delectable ass I had ever seen. I could just imagine his sphincter muscles milking my dick and balls dry.

    Dr. Beast and Chip (we later learned was his name) crossed the patio to greet us, and by the time they reached us, my dick was as stiff as a board, and Josh’s was gaining on me rapidly. We reached out to shake their hands, and they extended theirs in return, but they did not take our hands. They grabbed our boners and took a couple of lustful tugs. Dr. Beast even pumped his dick in tandem with mine with his big, husky hand. Damn, this was going to be a really fun party.

    Suddenly, the rock music that had been blaring from patio speakers ceased, and Scott, the blond cock-ring-wearing guy, though he was one of the tallest men there, stepped up onto a weight bench to draw everyone’s attention. An extremely handsome dark-haired and furry middle-aged man offered his shoulder to brace Scott as he ascended. Though the second man was totally naked, I imagined him as one of the actors in a porn flick, the ones that feature middle-aged executives in Brooks Brothers suits pounding away at the coffee boy. Uhhh, cream and sugar, sir?

    “For the benefit of the first-timers,” said Scott, “let’s go over the rules. Most of you know my partner Chuck,” the man whose shoulder he leaned on. “As tonight’s guest of honor,” he continued, “Chuck will take the throne,” which was actually the adjustable weight bench that Scott was standing on. The choice of “furniture” was not really surprising since Scott and Chuck both looked like they had spent lots of time in the gym.

    “There’s really just one rule,” said Scott: “all the cum belongs to the guest of honor. All of it gets dumped on Chuck. You can fuck his mouth or even his ass, you can ride his cock” (which was already hard and sticking straight up), “you can even play with each other however you wish, but when you’re ready to come, you must shoot it onto Chuck. If you find yourself exploding uncontrollably into a condom or another guy’s mouth, you must transfer the baby batter onto Chuck’s face or into his mouth.” Though I had seen what Scott was talking about in the videos that Josh and I had watched, I was really turned on by the way that Scott explained it. Hell, I was turned on by everything Scott did. He and Chuck were both fucking hot.

    “Since no one has signed up to be the clean-up man this month, I will assume that role,” Scott continued. I was not sure what that meant at first, but it soon became pretty obvious.

    With the preliminaries out of the way, Scott hopped down from the bench, which he then adjusted to a 45-degree angle, a comfortable level for most of our cocks to reach Chuck’s mouth easily.

    The beefy bear who had accosted me was the first to shove his big cock down Chuck’s throat. Chuck gagged, but his eyes revealed that he really wanted that cock. As Mr. Bear fucked Chuck’s mouth, the rest of us played with our dicks as we worked up a good load in anticipation of our turn. Some of the guys stroked their own dicks, and some pumped others’. Some made out, and some sucked each other up to a fever pitch.

    In no time at all, Mr. Bear had filled his balls with man juice. He pulled out of Chuck’s mouth and held it open as he aimed his spew into the hunk’s mouth. Some of the shots hit their target, some landed on Chuck’s face, and some dripped off his chin onto his hairy chest. Scott immediately sprang into action as the clean-up man, licking up the cum that had missed Chuck’s mouth and feeding it to him. They snowballed and then kissed, passing the nectar between them. I thought it was the hottest fucking thing I had ever seen in my life. I wasn’t sure who I envied more, the guest of honor or the clean-up man.

    As each man neared his climax, he approached Chuck and drenched him in cum. At times, two or even three guys unloaded at once, and Scott dutifully performed his clean-up duties. A couple of guys swapped their loads with Scott before depositing them into Chuck’s eager mouth.

    While Chuck was getting his face lathered, some of the guys played with his nipples or his dick. Some rode his stiff cock, and others fucked his ass with their fingers or dicks. Chuck was getting worshipped from every angle and in every way possible. God, I envied him.

    I wasn’t ready to shoot yet, and I desperately wanted Chuck’s big cock, so when one guy rose off of it, I grabbed my chance. I positioned myself at the foot of the bench and bent over to swallow Chuck’s manhood. As I began to suck, I felt someone’s feet between mine, spreading them farther apart. Then, I felt two strong hands spreading my ass cheeks. I thought for sure I was about to get shafted, and I was eager for the opportunity, but instead of a cock against my ass, I felt a wet tongue. Some guy was eating me out, and he was doing a hell of a job at it. I thought I was going to come just from the fantastic rim job.

    It was useless to look back to see who this tongue master was since his face was buried in my ass, but then he stopped, rose up, and positioned his dick against my opening. Before he entered, though, he spit on his cock several times to lube it. The feral nature of his approach turned me on big time. With his cock and my hole both wet from his saliva, he entered me, slowly at first, and then with one hard thrust after another. He worked up a rhythm and picked up speed, and in no time he was pounding my ass and nailing my prostate like a jack hammer. It was rough. And glorious.

    Sensing that Chuck was getting close and not wanting him to shoot just yet, I withdrew my mouth from his dick, which caused him to gurgle through a mouth full of cum, “No! No! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” But I had a different plan and apparently so did the man with his cock in my ass. When he withdrew as well, I looked back to discover that he was none other than Dr. Beast.

    The construction worker masquerading as a chemistry professor threw his strong arms around my chest, lifted me up into the air, and set me back down on Chuck’s raging cock, which I proceeded to ride like a wild stallion needing to be broken. Despite having two cocks in his mouth and cum spraying all over him, Chuck maintained enough concentration to buck back, pounding my ass balls deep. I thought he was going to tear me apart, and I couldn’t think of a better way to go.

    With each smack, my own dick flopped against the treasure trail adorning his lower belly. That action alone was enough to bring me to the verge of a climax. Without even touching my cock, I shot volley after volley, the first one flying right over Chuck’s head and landing on the cock of a man standing over him. The next two hit him in the face, and the rest trailed down his hirsute chest and abs.

    Nearly exhausted, I started to dismount my stud, but Dr. Beast quickly intervened, pushing me back down onto Chuck’s still-hard cock. Then, he really shocked me by shoving me face to face with Chuck. I felt the cum I had just unloaded squishing between my body and Chuck’s, between my cheek and his. As the Beast held my head down next to Chuck’s, he slid his cock alongside Chuck’s in my tight asshole. Yes, with Chuck’s dick and Dr. Beast’s cock both inside of me now, I was getting double-fucked for the first time in my life. Meanwhile, guys continued to jizz all over not only Chuck’s face, but now also over mine.  

    My sphincter muscles and Dr. Beast’s cock both felt the pulsations in Chuck’s dick and knew that he was about to burst, so the Beast quickly pulled out of my ass and lifted me off of Chuck’s missile just as Chuck began to explode. Once Chuck’s juices had completely soaked his body and face, the professor again pressed my body over Chuck’s and my face against his. Chuck and I swam in the warm sauces we shared.

    Dr. Beast’s resolve evaporated also as he shot his wad over my lower back. Momentarily, I felt a tongue lapping up those juices, followed by a hand grabbing the hair on the back of my head and pulling me upright again. I assumed, naturally, that it was the Beast, but it turned out to be Josh, who had been standing nearby, delighting in my public and thrilling humiliation. I expected him to snowball the Beast’s love nectar into my mouth, but instead he spit it onto my face.

    Before I could even conceptualize what had just happened, Josh grabbed one of my arms, practically dragged me to the other end of the bench, and laid my head next to Chuck’s. He pulled on my jaw, forcing my mouth open. At the same time, Dr. Beast positioned Scott in the same fashion. With three receptacles now, Dr. Beast and Josh jerked off, shooting their streams across our three orifices. Before Scott and I could reposition, more guys lined up for target practice, showering us with sperm from all directions.

    As the three of us tried frantically to keep up with the pace of the jizz blasting our mouths and faces, a very tall black man straddled Chuck’s chest, fucking the cleavage between Chuck’s well-developed pecs and then impaling his mouth with his monster cock. Though Chuck tried desperately to take the entire 9 inches, he just could not manage, so the black man laid one hand behind my head and one behind Scott’s and pulled us together to lick and suck the base of his massive cock while Chuck sucked on the rest of it. Scott wrapped his lips around one side of the man’s tool, and I worked on the other. When the man ultimately pulled out and splashed his juices all over Chuck’s face, the three of us—Chuck, Scott, and I—launched into a three-way cum kiss.

    For most of the guys, that was just the end of round one. Everyone came at least twice (even the older men), and some even came three or four times.

    Pleasantly drained, men began to trip all over themselves trying to put their pants back on and stumble out of the house sometime after midnight. Josh and I exchanged phone numbers with most of them. “Hope to see you again next month,” said several of them as we kissed goodnight. “Definitely,” we assured them.

    As Josh and I gathered up our clothes, Scott caught us by surprise. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

    “Well, we thought the party was—”

    “Fuck it,” Chuck exclaimed from the doorway. “Spend the night,” he added. “My belly is full, but so are my balls. Scott and I have gotten off only once tonight. We’ve had loads of cum, but now we could use some ass. We’re up for it if you are.”

    Josh and I both gushed as we tried to contain our enthusiasm.

    As our hosts led us to their bedroom, we passed several guys sprawled out on couches and some even on the floors. “They’re either too exhausted or too drunk to drive home,” explained Scott. “We’d rather they crash here than try to make it home.”

    “Besides,” smirked Chuck, “who knows which ones might be ready for another round tomorrow morning?”

    We ended up spending the entire weekend with Scott and Chuck, in and out of bed, and as it turned out, bukkake was not our only first-time experience. Josh and I had sandwiched before, but never in a four-man chain and never rotating through all the positions.

    I had just experienced double penetration for the first time, but Josh had not, so Scott, Chuck, and I set out to rectify that deficiency. As Josh sat on my shaft, Scott and Chuck took turns tag-teaming his ass. I had loved having two big dicks in my ass at the same time, but now I got to experience the exhilaration of Scott and Chuck’s dicks rubbing against mine as we took turns double-fucking Josh.

    “Fuck! We’ll never be able to top this weekend,” I lamented as Scott and Chuck walked us back to our car Monday morning.

    “Sure you will,” Scott assured us. “Next month, you’re going to be the guest of honor.”

    “Me?” I squeaked.

    “You and Josh both,” replied Chuck. “You can share the honor.”

    “We’d love to,” Josh gushed.

    “But only if you’ll play clean-up, Chuck,” I added.

    “It’s a deal,” the hunk replied. “And maybe we can get that cute little friend of yours (Chip) to assist me.”

    Josh and I remained on a testosterone high for the next four weeks. Could there possibly be any sexual act that we had not yet experienced? “Colt, you’ll never believe what I’ve found now,” shouted Josh, bursting into our dorm room just a few days before the next bukkake party.


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  • Wolverine

    A wolverine belongs to the Mustilidae genus, which includes otters, weasels, ferrets, and badgers etcetera. It is not only the largest member of this family, but also the most ferocious and powerful animal in the grouping, and can kill prey many times its own body size. It prefers the colder climate of the artic and subarctic regions, of Europe, Asia, and North America. Ideally suited to this habitat, it can traverse snow easily and speedily, with its broad paws that are for ideal for this terrain. Having an incredible sense of smell, it is also able to detect frozen carrion, which is effortlessly consumes with its unbelievably powerful jaws. It is reported, that even far larger carnivores are very wary of this formidable little powerhouse.

    Just in case you may think that I am about to give you a dissertation in the manner of Stephen Fry or David Attenborough, please relax, because the point of my introduction is merely to introduce the character that this story is named after.

    After living in my apartment block for a year, a new neighbour moved into the flat next to me. His nickname was Wolverine. Although we acknowledged one another in a friendly fashion in the passage for the first few days, we never actually had a conversation. I was, therefore, surprised when he engaged me in conversation one morning as we were both leaving for work.

    “Hi, neighbour, my name is Wolverine,” he said as he extended his hand.

    “I’m Jonas,” I replied with a smile.

    “Well, as we are neighbours and I have also finally settled in, I figured that I should invite you over for some snacks and a drink to celebrate,” he answered, returning my smile.

    “Sure, when would you like me to come over?” I then asked.

    “How about tonight?” he suggested.

    “Cool. What time suit you?” I enquired.

    “Any time after work,” he stated, before concluding, “Don’t bother about cooking for yourself tonight, because there’ll be plenty of food.”

    As we parted ways I couldn’t stop thinking about his strange nickname. I also presumed, that because of his ‘plenty of food,’ reference, he was most probably having a party for a few people. I also surmised that I had been invited, in case things got a little rowdy next door.

    When I arrived at work I kept thinking about the neighbour I had just met. Wolverine was a very interesting looking guy. He looked little a battle-hardened warrior. He was definitely not good-looking in any conventional sense, but had a very animalistic appeal to him. I also ruminated on the fact that I would definitely not be crossing swords with him in future, because he looked like the kind of man who could tear you apart with one hand strapped behind his back.

    When I arrived at his home later that day, I was totally blown away by the spread of snacks that he had prepared. Not only did they look great but they were also totally delicious, as would soon learn.

    “Am I a little early?” I asked, again assuming that from the quantity of food, more people would soon follow.

    “No, it’s just the two of us,” he answered.

    “Wow, then who’s going to eat all of this food?” I asked, gesturing toward the snacks.

    “You and me,” he answered, before resuming, “And what’s left over I will pack into containers for us for tomorrow.”

    Our first evening together was most enjoyable. With every passing moment I felt myself warming to Wolverine and enjoying his company more and more. We also swapped histories as the evening progressed. He was a fitter and turner by trade and really loved his work. I then revealed that I was in the advertising business and also told him a bit about my job.

    On the subject of food, once I had again complimented him, Wolverine told me that he had always loved cooking.

    “I know I could never get a job at a top level restaurant, because I only do the basic stuff,” he then informed me decisively.

    Later, on the subject of hobbies, I informed him that I loved reading and did so profusely.

    He then told me about his amateur MMA fighting days. A year before, he had finally thrown in the towel after his injuries began to outweigh the enjoyment of his hobby.

    “Although I had a good record, I always knew that I was never good enough to turn pro,” he told me, before concluding, “That’s why my face is such a mess.”

    Having had a good look at Wolverine during the evening, I had made the following observations:

    Although he was only five-feet-eleven-inches-tall, Wolverine had a very thickset physique. He had slightly protruding ears that were puffy from all the grappling he had done, and looked like two exotic dried fruits on either side of his head. The bridge of his nose was sunken, and as he explained; this was due to the fact that the cartilage in his nose had been surgically removed. His upper eyelids were somewhat bloated, a clear sign of past combat. In addition, he also had numerous scars all over his face.

    “Please understand that I am not a thug and never look for fights. Combat for me should only ever take place in the ring and be controlled. In fact, although I can definitely handle myself, I have always avoided physical confrontations of any sort.” With a wry smile he then concluded, “I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

    A short while later, not wanting to overstay my welcome I announced that I should be on my way. Before I left with my container of snacks, however, which I promised to return the following day, he asked me if I could cook.

    “Not really,” I bashfully replied.

    “Well then I’ll teach you,” He magnanimously answered.

    Before I could answer, he continued, “I’ll tell you what, why don’t you report for duty on Saturday, then we will prepare a dinner together?”

    “Are you sure?” I countered, before responding to his nod by saying, “That would be great!”

    As I lay in bed that night, I reflected upon the fact that I had really enjoyed the evening. I really liked Wolverine and I wondered if a friendship between us would develop. At no point had our conversation ever reached a more personal level. I was, however, totally intrigue with him and thought that he was a very sexy man.

    On Saturday, our culinary session was spectacular. Wolverine was the most encouraging and patient teacher I had ever encountered. I also learned more from him than I thought possible, and it was abundantly clear that he had an incredible passion for cooking.

    Although he had underplayed his skill during my previous visit, I have to say that the food he served that night was far better than any I had eaten in the fanciest restaurants I had ever been fortunate to dine at. Even the manner, in which he plated his food, was totally awesome.

    During dinner, I asked about his unusual nickname. He then told me that it had been given to him early in his high school years by a wrestling coach, who said that he had the tenacity of a wolverine on the mat. He loved the nickname and adopted it thereafter. Strangely, he did not mention what his actual name was, and respectfully I didn’t ask.

    After dinner, when I went into raptures bout the meal, he asked me if I would like a repeat performance the following Saturday.

    “Yes, on one condition,” I answered.

    “What would that be?” he asked.

    “That I supply all the groceries and ingredients for our dinner,” I answered, before impish qualifying, “I’ll drop them off with you on Friday evening, so that you can pre-plan your menu for Saturday.”

    With a broad smile he replied, “Fuck, yeah, I love a challenge, buddy.”

    After dinner, when we returned to the lounge, I was somewhat taken aback by the revelations of his youth.

    Wolverine had a very tough upbringing. His dad was a serious disciplinarian, and to quote his own words about his mother; ‘she was an overly fastidious, miserable bitch, who constantly berated him and his father.’

    From his earliest memories, his parents had always been at loggerheads. Despite his dad’s strictness, he had always favoured his father and loathed his mother.

    “My dad could be a real bastard,” he told me, before qualifying, “Dad often preferred the fist to the strap. My father believed that I had to be tough and enrolled me in wrestling, boxing, and martial arts classes. I really excelled in these disciplines; but, when I came off second best, I got I real working over from dad when I got home. Being a sissy was simply not an option.”

    After a brief pause, Wolverine continued. “In any case, when I was ten my mother moved out. Fuck… that was the happiest day of my life. That’s when I had to learn to cook. Remarkably, as I improved my dad cut me some slack and would always praise my efforts,” he concluded with a snigger.

    Trying to break the tension after the horror story I had just heard, I then asked, “So, have you ever considered marrying?”

    “Fuck, no,” he emphatically answered. “I’d never allow a woman to fuck up my life.”

    Later, as I was about to leave, Wolverine reconfirmed our arrangement for the following Saturday.

    Lying in bed that night, I thought about the difference in our upbringings. I had grown up in a loving home with the two gentlest people in the world. I also wondered about his attitude toward marrying. I wasn’t naïve enough to think that Wolverine might be gay. There simply wasn’t any way that could happen. I simply processed the comment as one spoken by a straight guy who was happy to fuck women, as long as he didn’t have to live with one.

    The following Friday evening, I dropped of my purchases with him. With a broad smile he received the parcel and mentioned that he couldn’t wait to assess his challenge.

    On Saturday when I arrived at five in the afternoon, I was very excited to see what Wolverine had planned for our dinner. I was also very surprised when upon opening the door; Wolverine gave me a warm welcoming hug. In this modern day and age, however, where man hugs have become fashionable, I simply acknowledged this as signal from him that we were now real buddies.

    As the preparation got underway, I was stunned by what he had planned for or dinner. A further dynamic of the process, which delighted me, was how often physical contact between us was made as one of his hands constantly caressed either my shoulder or back as we worked side by side. Much as this excited me, however, I repeatedly kept reminding myself not to read too much into it.

    The dinner was incredible and from my two informative tutorials thus far, I was also sure that my pedestrian culinary skills had certainly been given a monumental boost.

    As we ate our dinner, Wolverine also turned the tables on me and asked me a multitude of questions about my upbringing. I tried my best to play down how great my youth had been, but I could clearly see a look of melancholy on his face as I did so.

    Much later, after I had assisted him with dishes, he said, “I am very pleased that I have met you and I really hope that we can become great buddies.”

    “I really like you too,” I answered, with total sincerity.

    Another hug from him now followed, but this time it was far more sustained. After a short while, he looked into my eyes and said, “Please don’t go home tonight.”

    I was somewhat confused by his request, believing that Wolverine was hinting at one of those all night sessions where one sits on a chair or a couch, while occasionally dozing in and out of sleep until morning light. In all honesty, I had always been one of those individuals who believed that to rest comfortably, you have to be prostrate and comfortable on a bed.

    The look in his eyes, however, dissuaded me from uttering my normal objection.

    “Okay,” I replied, with great circumspection.

    After we both finished the beers we were drinking, my next great surprise came about when Wolverine declared, “Well, I guess it’s time we head off to bed.

    Next, at his request and in a complete daze, I followed him to his bedroom. After pulling the duvet downward, he began to strip and climbed onto the bed naked. With a look of; ‘what are you waiting for?’ in his eyes, I followed suit.

    As I lay next to him with both of us looking at the ceiling, my mind was in a total spin. Feelings of excitement were fused with thoughts of total confusion as I lay there.

    Shortly, I felt the fingers of his left hand merge through the fingers of my right hand. Following on that, his hand now commenced pulsation, as his grasp tightened and loosened in a sensual manner. I was so gobsmacked that I thought my heart was about to explode. For the next few minutes we just lay silently on our backs, side by side, and stared up at the ceiling.

    Can this really be happening?’ I asked myself in disbelief.

    When Wolverine began to move onto his side a short while later, his head began to move closer to mine. Shortly, I felt his warm breath on my face as our lips touched. Very gently, his tongue now commenced sliding across my mouth.

    Next, his tongue pushed past my lips and smeared against my teeth. Soon, in a confused welcoming gesture, I parted my teeth to allow him greater access.

    As I was about to learn and would see in future, Wolverine loved kissing. There was nothing frenetic about his approach, only a sustained languid sensuality that seemed never-ending.

    Ever so gently, Wolverine now moved his body above mine as his knees pushed my legs apart. After I felt his erect cock nestle into my crotch, his hips remained motionless. His hands, however, moved upward and soon my head was clamped firmly, but gently, between his masculine hands.

    As his kissing continued it felt like I had been encapsulated in a cocoon of bliss. What astonished me most, as compared to all my former sexual engagements, was that by now I would be well on my way to the finishing line. Yet with him, it felt as though we were only getting started.

    The sensuality of his low groans of gratification we also totally mesmerizing to me. It was as if we had just embarked on a marathon, and the last thing on his mind was the finishing line. When Wolverine’s hips finally came to life, very slowly, I was almost taken aback.

    His grinding was patient and relaxed at first, and the stimulation I was receiving was simply mindboggling. Totally under his control, the delirium I was experiencing by far exceeded any sexual encounter I had ever experienced before. Finally, when the tempo of his hips began increase gradually, Wolverine lifted his torso onto outstretched arms as his crotch rubbing gently intensified. A second thing that I would now learn about him now, was that he loved eye contact during sexual intimacy.

    As his lips began to quiver a short while later, he said, “Jesus, Jonas, I’m so fuckin’ turned on that I’m about to shoot my load.”

    “Go for it,” I replied.

    Next, I felt an incredible warmth and slickness coating my crotch. I really didn’t mind and in fact, I found it unbelievably stimulating.

    As he collapsed back onto me with his head on the side of my head, he whispered, “Sorry, buddy, but you turn me on unbelievably.”

    I was blown away by the compliment.

    Wolverine now remained lying on top of me afterward. After a minute or so he spoke again. “Just let me get my stamina back before we do the proper thing.”

    When Wolverine eventually lifted his body on his knees and asked me to hold my legs back for him, he entered my portal in a very controlled and gentle manner. Despite the fact that he wasn’t underprivileged in any manner, I felt almost no discomfort at all. Without haste, he soon got going in his usual tranquil fashion, as his hips commenced their leisurely to and fro motion.

    The third surprising thing that I would now learn about him was that he wasn’t into the rough stuff. I had wondered, given his tough upbringing, if some beast would soon shortly be unleashed. It wasn’t, and never would be, thereafter.

    Once I took hold of my dick during this process, the overwhelming events of the evening finally got to me and soon I announced my eminent eruption. Without pause, after extracting his cock from my backside, he moved his body backward and lowered his head onto my crotch.

    A fourth revelation now followed, when I discovered that Wolverine was a formidable cock-sucker. The blowjob he gave me was one of the most awesome I had ever received as his mouth extracted every drop of available spunk from by balls.

    Instantly afterward, Wolverine reinserted his dick into me and gave me a solid fucking.

    After he had come, we again lay on the bed cuddling for the next twenty minutes.

    That night I made a fifth discovery about Wolverine. He had an incredible libido. We had sex a further three times. The first consisted of a sixty-nine session, before an episode with me on my stomach followed. Ultimately, our final encounter took place with me on my back once more.

    When I awoke the following morning, he was lying next to me with his head resting in his hand that was anchored on his elbow. As I opened my eyes I looked into his smiling face.

    “Did you enjoy last night?” he asked.

    “Best ever,” I replied, with a huge grin.

    With a very satisfied look in his eyes he answered, “For me to.”

    Then, after a short pause he asked, “Are you hungry?”

    “Yeah,” replied, before my answer was followed with a long kiss.

    As Wolverine served our breakfast, he said, “I made a very small breakfast for us because I’ll be doing a roast chicken for lunch.”

    Before I could even think of responding, he continued, “And tonight we can have the leftovers for dinner.”

    It was now clear that we would be spending the day together.

    After a pause, he then persevered, “I have decided that I will buy ingredients for you to cook for dinner tomorrow, so that I can see if my tuition has been worthwhile. I give you the recipe and monitor your progress, if that’s okay with you?”

    “No problem,” I answered.

    After another lull, Wolverine looked at me with a slightly more serious expression, before again setting forth.

    “You know, Jonas, it really is stupid for the two of us to cook for ourselves every night. We really should combine or efforts and eat dinner together daily,” he sagely advised. Then with a laugh he concluded, “In this manner, I can then really ensure that you get all the help you need to improve you’re cooking.

    I was instantly overcome by a visceral feeling that I was being coerced into a relationship of sorts. By now, however, I was so into Wolverine that I was totally prepared to give it a go.

    “That makes very good sense,” I sagaciously countered.

    Making small talk as we washed the dishes afterward, he asked, “Seeing that I always seem to do most of the talking, why don’t you tell me a bit about your former love life.

    “There’s not a lot to tell,” I answered, shrugging my shoulders.

    “Well, I want to hear about it, nevertheless,” he replied.

    I then told him about my Friday ritual of visiting a gay bar and sauna on Friday evenings, without going into too much detail. Next, I offered to take him on a visit, in case he was interested.

    Wolverine then looked at me and smiled indifferently, before saying, “Nah, I’m not really interested. Why would I want to go there if I’ve got everything I need right here?”

    After encasing my body, he then gently kissed me.


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  • Todd, the Model with the Big Ass

    Troy was working reception as I waited for Todd. The first visitors were going to be arriving in only a few weeks and reservations continued to come in for the rest of the year. As he was answering customers’ e-mails I leaned on the other side of the reception desk. I had never asked Todd where he lived. I had driven to and from Santa Monica last week and it was nearly three hours each way.

    “So, are you nervous for your big date?”, Troy asked.

    I smiled. He had been teasing me about this for the last few days. But I didn’t mind. He knew I was really getting my career off the ground. Bonnie from PEER International Models had called the day after the shoot for Underwear Subscriptions and had asked if I would like to be on file for the agency. This meant doing portfolio photos for the agency’s models whenever necessary, but when a client would ask for the full package, I could also be chosen as the photographer for their shoot. I was seeing hits on my website increasing and lots of male models adding me on Instagram. I had posted some photos from both the resort shoot and the underwear shoot and it was also attracting another certain type of follower. As long as it meant getting my name out there, I felt like I was on the right track.

    I heard a car door close.

    “That’s him”, I said out loud.

    “Go get that job”, Troy said. “Blow or otherwise.”

    Todd walked in. He wore a green T-shirt and black slacks.

    “Hey man! Good to see you”, he said as he again gave me a big hug.

    “Good to see you too, welcome back”, I said. “You remember Troy”, I continued as I pointed at Troy behind the reception desk.

    “Yeah, the owner, right?”, Todd said as they shook hands. “Are you happy with the photos?”

    “Very happy! Lots of reservations coming in, so they’re definitely getting the attention I was hoping for.”

    “I’m glad to hear that”, Todd said.

    “Todd and I will be in the restaurant”, I told Troy.

    “Sure. Charlie is out there, he’ll get you guys something.”

    “Perfect”, I said.

    Todd and I walked across the pool area to the outside patio of the restaurant. We sat down and indeed Charlie was working in the kitchen with some chef he and Troy had only recently hired. When he heard us come in, he came over to shake Todd’s hand.

    “Hi, you must be Todd. I’m Charlie. I’m Troy’s partner.”

    “Nice to meet you”, Todd said.

    “I’ve seen the photos you did, thank you so much.”

    “It was all Vin”, Todd replied, looking at me.

    I blushed.

    Charlie clearly sensed the chemistry and asked if he could get us anything. We got ice coffees. Charlie left our table.

    “Hey, thanks for meeting me”, Todd started.

    “Sorry if I made you drive far”, I said.

    “I live in West Hollywood, so yeah, it’s a bit of a drive. But you’re worth it!”

    I smiled. It had been such a long time since I was single and had someone flirt with me, that I was unsure if I was just interpreting something as flirting or that it actually was. He could just as well have meant my photography skills were worth it. So I didn’t say anything back.

    “I wanted to talk to you about a project I’m planning. Like, don’t get me wrong, I like the agency jobs, but what I really enjoy is the more artistic kind of project. Like, a dream of mine has been to do a coffee table book with artistic, erotic photos. You know I’ve done nudes before, and you saw me do the erotic underwear shoot.”

    I silently nodded, but loved how casually he touched on that.

    “But only in a studio. So my idea was to go somewhere exotic. Caribbean, I don’t know. Get a hotel room, find a private beach… And make a coffee table book with an island holiday as a theme.”

    I was really liking where this was going. The more artistic photos, the nude part, but also the trip to somewhere exotic.

    “So I launched this Kickstarter thing, called it ‘Todd on Holiday coffee table book’ and guess what, I made the target! All thanks to my Instagram followers! So now I owe them something great.”

    “That’s awesome!”, I said.

    “And I was hoping you would be the one to do this adventure with me. I’ve seen you’ve done more artwork in the past and I love the way you incorporate it into commercial work. Plus, you’ve been so chill to work with… So I was hoping we could arrange something!”

    Our ice coffees came at that exact moment and we spent a good hour talking about the project. Todd talked to me about the budget he had, which would easily take care of flights and accommodation. We would both get a portion from sales as payment, but Todd had the fee I normally asked included in the budget as well. There was no way I could say no to this. So we then talked about the sort of pictures and what he was looking for.

    “Like, they can be spontaneous pictures. I want people to get the feeling like they’re on holiday with me. Say we are there for two days, I’m OK with you shooting throughout. We can have some more posed pictures, of course, but not 100%.”

    “I really like the idea of that”, I said. To be able to improvise and go my own way with things had always been my favorite assignments.

    Only a few weeks later I was at LAX. I met Todd at the check-in desk.

    “Hey Todd! Are you ready?”, I said when we hugged.

    “Totally! Lots of working out and dieting the last couple of weeks. I am good to go! You?”

    “I can’t wait!”

    We went through security, where I realized Todd only brought a small bag. When I mentioned it, he said, “I do plan to be naked most of the time”.

    We had some hot tea before we had to board, as we first took the red-eye to Miami. We would have about a five-hour layover in Miami before a short second flight to Turks and Caicos.

    Once the plane took off and left LAX, Todd said he needed to sleep, so he would look good for the shoot. And in a matter of minutes I noticed him dozing off. He looked really cute and innocent. I decided to make that the first photo of the trip, as it was definitely part of the ‘Going on holiday with Todd’-experience. I had my camera in my carry-on, because I didn’t trust handlers with it. So I took the first snap before the cabin crew turned the lights off.

    We landed in Miami at 7:19 AM local time. Todd said he had slept like a baby. It had taken me a little longer to fall asleep, and the time difference wasn’t in my favor. I probably got about 3 hours of sleep. We got some breakfast at the airport. We chatted and laughed. Todd was a really nice guy. I definitely had a crush on him and I still wasn’t sure if it was mutual.

    The flight from Miami to Turks and Caicos was less than two hours. I was tired and according to Todd I slept through the entire flight, which was good. We were picked up at the airport by someone from the hotel that we were staying at. Todd had booked the location, saying it provided nice views and privacy. And he wasn’t lying. When we got there it turned out we had a one-bedroom beach house. It had a spacious living room, or sitting area with a small kitchen where we could make tea and coffee. There was a large kingsize bed with white draping around. There was a bathroom with both a shower and a bathtub. But what really stole the show was the private sundeck with views of the ocean. There was a small plunge pool just for us and an outside shower, which already got my mind racing about photographic possibilities. The sundeck gave direct access to the beach, which didn’t seem as private as I had hoped. But Todd had done really well picking the location, I was impressed.

    We both changed in more holiday-like attire. I saw Todd change in front of me without any problem, like I had gotten used to since I knew him. But now I had to also change in front of him. I realized I felt self-conscious next to his perfect body. I decided not to let it show and changed into a T-shirt and shorts. Todd changed into a sleeveless shirt and some really tight shorts. I noticed he took off his briefs as well and was going commando. His big, smooth bubble butt barely fit into his shorts and when he went and walked ahead of me, he was a sight to behold.

    We walked to the resort’s poolside restaurant which had some Caribbean-inspired specialties for lunch. I truly felt like I was on holiday now. And sitting across from Todd I again had that same feeling I had when I first saw the Laredo Resort in Palm Springs. That feeling when you’re single in a romantic place and you just wish you were there with someone you love. Only this time Todd sat across from me. He was so sexy. His smile, his brooding brown eyes and muscled arms made me feel like I could very easily fall in love with him. But I was afraid. Afraid to speak up. Afraid to ruin a good work relationship. So I kept quiet. I did take a photo of him sitting across from me.

    After we had a great time at lunch, we both felt quite tired from the trip.

    “Wanna spend the rest of the day lying around on the sundeck?”, Todd proposed.

    “That sounds fantastic!”, I said.

    We walked back, and once we got back to the beach house, I immediately changed into swim shorts, got out my book and sat myself down on one of the loungers with my sunglasses and sunscreen. It was such a peaceful place to be. I know this was technically a work assignment, but I felt so relaxed. With a perfect 86 degrees (30 Celsius) I laid back and let the ocean breeze come over me. I heard Todd walk onto the sundeck behind me and he went straight for the outdoor shower. As he walked past me I looked up from my book and noticed he was naked. As he showered, I scrambled below the lounger where I left my camera. I quickly got up and started taking some pictures with the beach in the background. His hands traveled up and down his body as the water cascaded down his body. He was in incredible shape and a delight to photograph. His full bush got wet, making his four inch cock look smaller. He was clearly aware that I was there with my camera but he didn’t look at the camera, making for the best shots. I felt a bit like a paparazzi photographer, but after 5 or 6 shots I knew I had what I wanted.

    Todd turned the shower off and sat down on one of the steps of the plunge pool. He closed his eyes and looked at the sun. I took some more photos and then let him relax. The rest of the day he was naked on the sundeck. He sat on the lounger next to me and rubbed sunscreen all over himself. He drifted off at one point and I saw his cock get semi-erect while he slept. I took one sneaky photo of that as well.

    That night we went to a different restaurant in the resort. This one had more of a Mediterranean cuisine. We sat outside while the sun was setting and I was getting those romantic feelings again. The day had obviously been very intimate and my crush on Todd was developing. Todd, however, was talking about how we should try to find a secluded beach tomorrow to do some posed nude photos. We thought the beach outside of our beach house most likely wasn’t going to be private enough to do nude photos. I suggested we also do some shots in swimwear and he enthusiastically replied he did bring baby blue speedos that go transparent when wet.

    I ordered some wine with the food, but Todd was clearly still watching his weight and only drank water with his food. It was only when we got back to the beach house that night that I realized that we would sleep together in the kingsize bed.

    “I’m beat, I’m going straight to bed”, Todd said, already stripping off his shirt and soon after, his shorts. I saw his big bubble butt wander into the bathroom to brush his teeth. I hesitantly took off my clothes but stopped  at my briefs. I looked down at my body. I had to remind myself that I had no reason to be insecure. I was shorter than Todd, my arms and abs weren’t as defined, but I did work out and it showed.

    Todd came walking out of the bathroom and came straight toward me. His dick swung back and forth as he walked.

    “Hey, I just wanted to say how happy I am that you’re here with me”, he said as he gave me a hug. I felt his cock press against the top of my briefs. “I’m having a good time”, he added, holding onto the hug, “and I love that we’re doing this.”

    Todd let go enough to look at me, keeping his arms wrapped around me. The chemistry between us was tangible. I feel like at this point I finally knew he was just as attracted to me as I was to him. And I felt like he now knew how I had felt. I smiled. And suddenly he kissed me.

    It was a passionate kiss that I immediately answered. His hands moved from my face to the back of my neck. I just held him as close as I possibly could. Our chests, stomachs and crotches touching. My underwear-clad bulge brushed against his cock which in no time had extended to a rigid seven inches. I couldn’t wait any longer and put my hand on his cock, stroking it. He used both hands to pull down my black briefs and out popped my rock-hard cock, bouncing around.

    “Oh my God”, he whispered.

    My thick, nine inch dick curved upwards and he was all over it. First jerking me off, but soon getting down to his knees to blow me. He really got in there and made himself gag a number of times. This only made me want to fuck him more. But he wasn’t done sucking me off. And he was really good at it.  At one point I felt like I was about to shoot, so I had to pull his face off my cock.

    “Please eat my ass”, he said without missing a beat, gasping for air.

    Todd jumped on the bed on all fours and spread his cheeks open. I finally got to eat out that beautiful butt that I had seen bouncing before me, photoshoot after photoshoot. And it tasted like heaven. Todd was really into getting his ass rimmed and moaned, maybe even whimpered. Yet it didn’t take long for him to say, “Please put your cock in me.”

    And I did. I had to take it slow, because Todd’s hole was tight.

    “Fuck yeah, open me up”, he said as I slowly went in further. As his hole adjusted to my cock I could fuck him faster and it felt great. It was like our bodies were made for each other. Todd moaned in pleasure, even though I’m sure I was also hurting him a little bit. He didn’t seem to mind. The bed went back and forth as we fucked and after so long I finally felt like I was connecting with someone on a higher level. My world hadn’t ended with Luis, it just needed a restart. And boy, was I back up and running.

    Todd soon came and then insisted that I cum on his face, which I did. He kissed me passionately with my own cum still dripping down his lips. We cleaned up and fell asleep embracing each other.

    The next morning I woke up to a beautiful sunrise in Turks and Caicos. I smiled. I was in a romantic place and I had someone to be romantic with. I looked to my right where Todd was still sleeping soundly. We had both kicked off the covers and Todd had a serious case of morning wood. I slowly got out of bed and reached for my camera. Because the working trip wasn’t over.

    THE END


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  • His First Time

    Ethan Cooper was glad he had gone down to the party.  A junior at State University, he had decided not to let any opportunities pass him by.  In previous years, when guys hit on him, he had politely said ‘No’ and walked away.  Over the summer, he had decided that the gayness was not just a phase.  It wasn’t going away.  This year, he had a room by himself, and he was going to take advantage of it.  The party in the basement was his first chance to practice picking up a cute guy.

    His name was Jonah Rodriguez.  A freshman at State, he’d spent a lot of time over the summer thinking about his first time.  He would be away from home and able to finally express himself without the ridicule and bullying he would have had back home.  He’d seen what happened to another boy in high school who was outed.  Jonah worked hard to get a scholarship so he could get as far away as he could.

    At the Game Players party, Jonah stood back.  Sipping on some orange juice that he knew was spiked with Vodka, he watched for guys who might be looking at him.

    Jonah saw Ethan first.  He saw a man who seemed to be about the same age but who didn’t walk in like a nervous freshman.  He got a can of Coke which he sipped from time to time.  Ethan took a big gulp of his ‘orange juice’ and watched.  The man appeared to be about six feet tall, the same as he.  If he had to make a guess, he’d say the other man weighed about one sixty and had a swimmer’s build.  I turned out he was right.

    Ethan now stood at the door to his dorm room next to a cute guy named Jonah.  As soon as Ethan picked up his can of Coke, he felt a pair of eyes watching him.  He scanned the room and saw Jonah’s eyes looking over a cup directly at him.  As soon as the cup went down, a cute face was revealed.  Ethan felt his cock twitch.  That’s the perfect face to look at as I hump his ass, he thought.  Ethan smiled.  He saw Jonah bite his upper lip.

    Ethan took a deep breath.  He was going after this one.  All the things he’d practice saying went out of his head.  He moved closer and closer to Jonah.  Once he stood in front of him, Jonah introduced himself.  Ethan leaned in toward his ear.  “I’m Ethan.  You’re cute.  Wanna fuck?”  Ethan was shocked by his own forwardness, but this guy was really cute, and he was as horny as hell.

    Unlocking his room took longer than Ethan thought it should; he was a little nervous.  He thought Jonah might be a little tipsy because he kept smiling. Jonah was just happy and excited.  He didn’t think he’d score with such an attractive guy right off the bat.  Once they were inside, Ethan pushed Jonah against the door and kissed him.  Worried that he wasn’t very good at kissing, Jonah tried to follow Ethan’s lead.

    The kiss felt good; they both enjoyed it.  The small amount of alcohol that Jonah had ingested let him be a little less guarded, and he pushed his tongue into Ethan’s mouth.  Ethan’s dick immediately responded; it tented his pants and pressed into Jonah’s thigh.

    Jonah’s cock responded to the sensation; he pulled Ethan closer and began kissing his neck.  His dick began to push into Ethan’s thigh inciting him to begin humping Jonah’s leg.

    Already out of breath, Jonah panted into Ethan’s ear, “Finger me.”

    Ethan opened the front of Jonah’s pants and turned him while pushing him toward the bed.  Jonah landed face down on the bed with his pants around his knees.  Ethan pulled his shoes off and pulled his pants off before pulling off Jonah’s pants and shoes.  Jonah was not wearing underwear, and Ethan got onto his knees on the bed, spread Jonah’s ass cheeks and spat.  Using the natural lubricant from his mouth, Ethan ran his fingers up and down the ass crack and then massaged the rosebud.  Jonah moaned in pleasure, and Ethan slid a finger inside him.  His cock, jealous of the finger, continued to throb and began to leak precum.  

    Ethan grabbed a condom that he had strategically placed on the shelf above the bed.  He pulled his finger out and rolled the condom on.  A bit of lube from the bottle on the shelf and he pushed his cock head against the pucker.  Jonah reached back and held a cheek to the side while grabbing the dick with the other.  He was relieved that the penis seemed to be about the same thickness as his.  He held it in place as his partner pushed it in.

    Jonah felt the same resistance he did when he played with his dildo, but the angle was different and the penis slid in more easily.  He gasped as it rubbed across his prostate.  He felt the movement of Ethan’s cock as it pushed in and pulled out.  He couldn’t help but allow little moans of pleasure as each motion took him to greater heights of ecstasy.  

    At the moment his dick pushed into his partner, Ethan only thought of himself.  He couldn’t believe the tightness and the warmth, even through the condom.  He knew his hand could never live up to this.  Each thrust made him shudder just a little; it felt so good, and it felt so right.  He spread his legs out, forcing Jonah’s legs out farther and allowing him to penetrate even more deeply.

    “I want to see your face.  I want to see it while you’re fucking me.”

    With no regard for his partner, Ethan pulled his dick free and helped Jonah roll over.  Jonah grabbed his knees and pulled his ass up.  Ethan leaned forward and plunged his cock all the way in.  Jonah responded by sucking an inordinate amount of air into his lungs.  Jonah reached around and pulled Ethan into him each time Ethan began to withdraw his cock.  This caused their pelvises to bang together with more force.  This extra stimulation aroused Jonah even more; he felt his cock throb and tighten.  He wanted to grab it, but that would mean moving his hands away from Ethan’s ass.

    Ethan began to notice that Jonah’s ass would clamp down on dick at regular intervals, and the space between those intervals was closing.  He had been resisting the urge to come because the friction of the fucking was so intense, and he didn’t want it to end.  He was looking into Jonah’s eyes and could tell that Jonah was enjoying it as much as he.  He bent his head down and kissed Jonah who moved his head forward and licked Ethan’s chin.  Ethan thrust forward and came into the condom.  The extra pressure inside him triggered Jonah to come.  Both men were out of breath.  Ethan eased himself out and lay next to Jonah.

    Jonah rolled onto his side and put his hand on Ethan’s chest.  “That was even better than I imagined it could be.”

    Ethan grunted an agreement.  “I want to shower, and then I want you to do me.”

    Jonah smiled.  “I guess my first time isn’t over yet.”

    “Mine’s not over yet either,” Ethan told him, “and I’m already wondering when we can get together for the next time.” 


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  • The Skin of Things

    DONOVAN

    It is entirely too cold today. You have to take it on faith, or by the calendar, that spring is almost here. Cade drops me off in the circle before the school, and it’s nice to be back at a sane place. I kiss him quickly, and he grasps my hands.

    “What are you doing for lunch?” I ask.

    “Quitting,” Cade says.

    I blink. I’m thinking about laughing, but he nods and says, “Seriously. Quitting.”

    “I have lunch at twelve, so could you quit by eleven thirty?”

    We eat soup and sandwiches in the empty classroom.

    “Never underestimate the joy of hot soup in a warm room while you watch the cold world outside,” Cade says as he lifts the thermos to his lips.

    He sings, “I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m on my way…”

    “This is an ongoing theme, and I feel like where you are going is Harrison. If you don’t mind working with me.”

    “Can I tell you something?” Cade says.

    “Please.”

    “That was my fantasy. You and me. A little kindergarten. You’d be the teacher, I would be your assistant. Or vice versa, or we’d be co teachers. I dunno. Something. And I would sing songs to the kids and we’d pass out cookies and juice and everyone would talk about how the two probably gay guys down the hall had the best classroom, and then at lunch we’d climb in the car and get high. Possibly fuck, and then go back and get the kids.”

    “We’d be the happiest teachers in the school.”

    “Exactly.”

    “What the hell is that?”

    I follow Cade’s gaze out to the hall where two women and a man are quickly marching out tiny children to cars and buses

    “That, my dear Cademon, may be your destiny.”

    “This is where someone else who liked to give me advice would tell me we should go to the office and ask about a job.”

    “I don’t believe in giving advice.”

    “I know you don’t.”

    “But we are stopping by the main office, right?”

    The halls are carpeted, quiet, and empty. I look around the corner, and then open a little door to a side bathroom, pull Cade in, and kiss him quickly, pulling his face to mine, pressing my fingers through his hair. I press Cade’s forehead to my own.

    “Together?” I ask.

    “Always,” says Cade.

    Cade looks around the very clean bathroom. “School bathrooms are so nice and accommodating.

    “Do you remember?” he says.

    “A series of poor choices that led to us right now? Yes, I remember.”


    Why are people like that? Cold? Unloving? Selfish?

    Not all people.

    No, but many.

    Because people are afraid.

    Let’s never be afraid again.

    That is a tall order.

    Of each other.

    Still a tall order.

    But we can try.

    Oh, yes. We can always try.

    Will you sing me songs?

    All the time. For the rest of you life.

    What kind of songs?

    Oh…oh, my love, all sorts of songs.

    DONOVAN

    This is the first day when it has warmed up, when you do not freeze standing outside. This morning, I have been with the children, and it is time for a lunch that is going to last far too long. I wander down the steps and down the long hall past the third grades and the second grades, to the first grades and even past the kindergartens to the preschool. I am hearing his singing I see him sitting in the chair, cradling the guitar he plays and singing:

    Miss Mary Mack Mack Mack
    All dressed in black, black, black
    With silver buttons, buttons, buttons
    All down her back, back, back.

    The first time I heard it, Ella Jenkins sang it, and I always assumed Mary Mack was Black. I still do. So assumed it, I was surprised when it came out of Cade’s mouth for the first time, and he was surprised that I knew it. We sang it together, and even now I sing it outside of the door, as he looks up at me and smiles, and they keep singing.

    She asked her mother, mother, mother
    For 50 cents, cents, cents
    To see the elephants, elephants, elephants
    Jump over the fence, fence, fence.

    They jumped so high, high, high
    They reached the sky, sky, sky
    And they didn’t come back, back, back
    ‘Til the 4th of July, ly, ly!

    “Time for lunch!” Cade stands up and sings, and the kids wail, “No. No!”

    “I’m going to walk you to lunch, but if you guys aren’t quiet, you won’t hear my song. Don’t you want to hear my song?”

    They do, and as Cade lines them up, he sings:

    “Love each other.

    Love each other

    The world’ll be better

    If we love each other

    all the time!”

    Cade walks at the head of little children, and I walk beside him, and we drop them off in the cafeteria and then turn around, heading back down the empty hall to the empty classroom.

    “This,” I say, facing him, “is always exactly what I pictured.”

    Cademon Richards wraps his arm about my waist, and presses his head to mine.

    He whisper sings:

    “We should all love each other.

    Love each other

    The world’ll be better

    If we love each other all the time!”

    He kisses me lightly.

    “All the time,” I reply. “All the time.”