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“ So you really like dick?”, He asked. I turned away from the movie, we had both been watching and looked at the 20 year old little brother of my long time best friend. I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t hear him but I wanted to give myself a moment before I answered him.

Matt was almost as tall as his older brother, a respectable 6 feet to his older brother 6’1 although more slimly athletic in his build than his older brother’s more muscular gym toned build. They were both more active than I was and always had been even if Matt was five years younger than Kane and I. I was no slouch but preferred a toned slim build for my 5’11 frame, less maintenance that way.

“Yes, why the fuck you asking?” I wasn’t really angry but I was preparing myself for any possible homophobic bullshit. Kane had accepted my nerve wracking confession of my sexuality with a hard back slap and a “ I know and I was wondering when you’d finally fucking tell me, I tell you everything.”, three years prior. He had not changed the way he was around me at all and actively encouraged me to talk about my romantic/sex life with him. That reaction was surprising and not at the same time. Surprising because of the uber masculinity that permeated his entire family of men.

His cousins, uncles and father were all stereotypical man’s man types. I had heard them spewing homophobic slurs all my life and had been terrified of slipping up.High school was hell, as I watched Kane’s body develop into something, I jerked off to almost exclusively.

As he grew into the height he was now, he would parade his shirtless golden brown skin unashamedly around me as a teen. Even then he was hitting the gym and while not as muscular as he was now, he was always incredibly fit. Powerful thighs and a hard round ass complemented, his handsome face, every time he would turn his laughing brown eyes and gorgeous smile on me, I’d get hard.

I did not watch porn for most of my teen years, I would just close my eyes and imagine Kane. I was even guilty of smelling the crotch of his used undies at my most desperate. I tried to distance myself from him for my own sanity but he became almost violent in his response to my attempts to distance myself. His extreme but hurt reaction made me reassess and I decided that my feelings weren’t worth sacrificing our friendship. He loved me deeply, was protective and even possessive of my friendship to the point of telling me, I could only have one best friend and that was him.

I would have gotten my hopes up, convinced myself, that there was more there but for the fact that he had been fucking throughout high school and sharing almost all the details with me. There was not a girl or experience I did not know about in excruciating, titillating detail. I lived with it and survived it through high school and college.I put my foot down after college about being roommates, I was not going to subject myself to his parade of women or girlfriends, plus I needed my own privacy to explore my own relationships.

Alas, that did not stop him or me from spending almost all of our time at each other’s place. I would sleepover often, as his place was bigger and I didn’t drive yet and even though he did, he would insist he was too tired many a night and that I could just sleepover.

His family was well off and he and all his siblings including his little brother were extremely close. His brother, who had graduated high school the year prior had opted not to attend college immediately and instead had found a job that earned him enough money for gas and food. He spent a lot of time, over at Kane’s place while we were there and it was during one of these stays that Kane had let it slip that I was gay. He had wrestled and sat on his brother until he promised he wouldn’t say anything and he hadn’t even mentioned it in passing until now.

We had all three been hanging out, drinking and watching movies at Kane’s until he had to go and meet the girl he had been dating for a few months. It was never even mentioned that we should leave and we were in the middle of the movie. It was the first time we were alone since he found out. “ So are you the woman or the man?” He asked.

“ I’m never a woman but if you mean if I take or give dick, I do both.” I said. He just nodded and turned back to the movie. I turned back as well but I knew it wasn’t over. I became more aware of his body beside mine on the couch. I could smell the cologne he wore and feel the heat coming off him. He was dressed in a sleeveless jersey and shorts and I thought again to how much he looked like a younger slimmer version of his brother, they were both incredibly good-looking to me.

He turned towards me several times but said nothing and I pretended I didn’t notice. Eventually, he seemed to plucked up the courage and, “ So wait, don’t get offended but you suck dick too? I mean you actually like doing that?” He asked.

Now, I thought about telling him to fuck off and actually turned to him to say so but the look on his face stopped me. He was flushed, almost fully blushing. My eyes irresistibly went to his crotch and I could clearly see the bulge of his growing cock in his shorts.

Maybe, I should have resisted as he was Kane’s younger brother, maybe I should have told him to fuck off and act like I was irritated and let the matter drop, allow him his pride. But he was Kane’s brother, one that looked so much like him, someone I liked in his own right. I looked at him, straight into his gorgeous brown yes and said, “ I don’t like it, I love it and I’m good at it.”.

As I said that I scouted closer to him and placed my hand flush on where his cock was pushing the fabric of his shorts up. He took a deep breath and laid his head back on the couch, effectively giving me permission to carry on. I got off the couch and knelt in front of him and reached up to drag his shorts and boxers down. He lifted his ass up to assist me but did nothing else but that was ok. I planned to enjoy every moment of what I was about to do.

When his long, brown, moderately thick cock was free, I just stared at it, watching as liquid gathered at the tip, enjoying the clean prettiness of it. I reached up to slightly to squeeze it, weighing the feel of it in my hand.

My mind couldn’t help but go to Kane, wondering if this was what his uncovered hard cock would look like. I knew what his covered hard cock looked like and I knew it was bigger than his little brother’s but not by much, but I’ve never seen it hard naked. Thinking of Kane, my beautiful, sexy friend, made me even hornier than before. I reached down to palm my own cock through the material of my own shorts and looked up from his dick to remind myself of how much he resembled his brother. “This is as close as I’ll ever get, I might as well enjoy it.” I thought to myself.

With that I bent over his crotch, he was not groomed but his pubes weren’t excessive, just full and bypassed his cock and buried my face in them chasing that musky scent that was pure male. I inhaled deeply, subconsciously looking for similarities between his scent and the scent I use to inhale during my most desperate moments. I was sick with lust but for which brother? At this point, I didn’t care. I moved to his balls and licked and fondled them, sucking one and then the other into my mouth. Lifting them and smelling under them, inhaling that richer musky scent that came from being that close to his taint.

I tongued behind his balls, breathing hard, desperate licks, I wanted to get as much of Kane’s, no Matt’s, taste, as I could. Above me , he was finally making sounds, first sounds he has made since the questioning. Murmuring, moaning sounds not coherent sentences, just “ yeah, yeah, lick me.” These were the only sensible phrases I could make out. I wanted to eat his round ass but I caught myself, I was (foolishly) worried that was going to far for him. So I rose up and took his cockhead into my mouth running my tongue over the ridge and applying gentle suction.

“Fuck man! Suck my cock, shit that feel good.” He cried, As I took more of it into my mouth applying more suction and letting more saliva gather in my mouth. I was committed to giving him a wet messy blowjob, one that he wouldn’t forget even if he never messed with a guy again. I sucked on his cock, alternating erratically between hard sucks and gentle ones, so he had no sense of rhythm. His moans and whispered swears were making me hotter and hotter. I felt like I could cum in my own shorts, I was so turned on. I could feel my own cock leaking into my boxers, any stimulation ready to push me over the edge.I sped up my suction, then relaxed suddenly allowing his cock to breach my throat as I simulated slowing around his head.

His ass rose up off the couch and he grabbed my head holding it, as he made desperate shallow thrusts into my throat. I palmed and rubbed my own cock, as he stiffened, swore and groaned and I tasted the first thick spurt of cum that flooded into my mouth.

The taste didn’t matter, Kane, yes! Kane was finally cumming in my mouth like I had dreamed for so long. I pressed down hard on my own covered cock as that thought came into my head. I had to struggle not to bite down on his still jerking cock, as my own orgasm washed over me, rope after rope of semen filling my own shorts.I suckled all the remaining dregs of cum from his cock before releasing his softening dick. I sat back on my haunches and stared at the flushed face and spent cock of Kane’s younger brother and decided if this was the closest, I’d ever get to Kane, I would take it, over and over again. No matter what.

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I saw the lad again tonight, plucked up courage and winked at him as I passed. That, as it turned out, was all I needed to do. It is now dawn, he’s just left and I have to get this down before I forget. Not that I ever will.

I had been on the island for only one evening when I started to realise two things about the local lads. One, they were all desirable and two, they all wore really tight jeans even in July when the sun was burning hot. I had only been on the island two days when I realised a third thing: quite a few of them looked at me strangely whenever I walked by their cafe in the tiny, half ruined back street of the village. And then I realised another thing: I was going to have one of these lads before I left. He looked at me, I looked at him and I knew instantly.

I was staying at a friend’s apartment, he’d let me rent it for the whole month of July and I had exclusive use. A balcony overlooked a delightful view of ancient houses, a courtyard below and trees rambling down a valley to the sea about a mile away. The room off the balcony was perfectly furnished with a large sofa, wall hangings and old photographs of the island dating back at least one hundred years. Off this ‘salon’ was my bedroom; a large double bed that I hoped might see some action, a wardrobe and a table were the only things in it. And, from another door off the salon, was a short corridor leading to the front entrance, a bathroom and a small kitchen. Outside I had a courtyard with fruit trees and steps leading down to a private entrance yard, guarded by ornate metal doors. The place was private, cool in the heat of day, and comfortably warm in the evenings. I’d be happy here for a month.

After recovering from my flight, it was an overnight journey finished off by a boat ride to this remote place, I spent my second day exploring the village; checking out where the cafes were, the shops and the tavernas and how far the beach was. I familiarised myself enough to be able to find my way home through the intricate maze of cobbled alleys and unlit passages that made up this village half way up a mountain. It was while doing this that I passed by the cafe. It was obviously the local lad’s hang-out, not a tourist in sight, pop music playing and a collection of youths hanging around at tables outside. From my quick reckie I guessed it was a place for those in their late teens, early twenties; I saw no one older than thirty as I walked by.

It was while checking it out that I noticed the looks. In the few seconds it took me to pass, look into the gloomy inside then out at the pavement tables, I noticed the strange looks. A couple of the guys stopped their heated conversation and stared at me, then they carried on chattering in their indecipherable language while cocking their heads in my direction. I was clearly a talking point and I had no idea why. Assuming it was because I was the only tourist to be staying in their neighbourhood I took no notice, nodded at them and carried on. I didn’t let myself feel intimidated, I’m 32, I work as a builder, live in London’s East End and can handle a few inhospitable foreigners if I have to. I’m also up for a bit of trade with the same kind if they’re consenting, cute, younger and gagging for it.

I doubted any of this lot were and, sighing (because they were all tanned, fit and wearing tight jeans but this was not my home turf,) I carried on back to my apartment.

As the holiday progressed I passed by the ‘Andras’ cafe regularly at the same time each day on my way back from the beach. Each day the same lads were sat around drinking their cold coffee and playing backgammon and each day they would throw me a look. I started to make it a custom to say hello and learned the Greek word from a fellow tourist so that I could surprise them. It didn’t seem to make a difference. They still just stared blankly at me with their huge, brown eyes. Each day I sighed and each night I jacked off with one of their bodies in my mind. One in particular. A slim guy of about 19, whose eye I had caught on my first passing. He had short jet black hair, a smooth closely shaved face and a cocky grin. His torso shaped down from a worked-on chest to slim hips and the oh so tight jeans rose up in his crotch to a tantalising mound as he sat with one leg rested up on the other. He always sat apart from the others like he was some kind of outcast and that appealed to me.

I winked at him last night and made sure I walked more slowly. I’d had some wine with my lunch and the afternoon had been spent lying on the busy beach staring at men in wet trunks, straight lads with their girlfriends had posed all round me and I had flicked my hungry eyes to crotch level at any chance I got. Something about the day had made me more horny than usual and something about the day had told me that the night would be a special night. I was right.

As soon as I had winked at the slim one he winked back and flashed me a quick smile. Immediately my heart was up and pounding and I knew I’d started something. By the time I’d passed his table he was putting some coins down by his half finished coffee and standing up. I walked on. I heard him follow.

I turned right, up the steps that led to the narrow lane my apartment was in. After a few paces I heard someone coming up behind me and knew it was him. I didn’t turn back, just carried on – in case I’d misread things and he was only going home the same way. I didn’t feel threatened, it’s not that sort of place and, like I said, I can handle myself. I came up to my front doors, got the key into the metal gate and went inside. Should I leave the door open? Why not?

I climbed up the steps to the apartment and pushed open the front door. The apartment was bathed in late afternoon light, diffracted through the lace curtains, filling the corridor with a magical, pink glow. I left the front door open and went through to the salon. The French windows were open to the view and I stepped quickly out onto the balcony, hoping to see the lad standing below, waiting for me to invite him up. The alley was empty. All there was to be heard was the sound of sparrows, a far off cockerel and a slight breeze annoying the fig trees below. My heart sank and I realised I’d got the whole thing wrong. He wasn’t interested in me. He was at least ten years younger and probably had a girl waiting for him somewhere. I turned back into the flat, deciding that a cold shower and a quick wank was all I needed to drive him from my mind.

The cold shower did nothing to stop the swelling in my cock and by the time I got out it was still semi hard, hanging over my filling balls and craving attention. I grabbed it in a fist and gave it two hard yanks. That was enough to get it upright and to attention. It stood out seven inches in front of me waiting for me to carry on. I left it there and padded through to the bedroom. The day’s wine had also tired me and I decided that, after all, I needed a siesta more than a wank. Heading for my bed I walked back into the salon.

He was standing in front of the window, his back to the sunset and the long white curtains shielded the light as they sighed in the breeze. His hands were on his hips and his jeans had been undone at the stud. I couldn’t make out his expression but he did not move when I came in, naked and still damp, still hard. I stopped dead still, first with shock and then with uncertainty. He was in my room, he would have to be the one to make the first move.

And he did. He took one pace towards me, looked over his shoulder as if to check he was not being watched and then made another step closer. His arms rose up in a shrug and I could see his face, he smiled, broadly, and winked again. I did not move a muscle. His expression changed and he looked worried.

‘I should go?’ he said and his accent was heavy.

I shook my head slowly, my eyes fixed on his.

‘What should I do?’ he whispered and I got the impression that he really had no idea what should come next. This was new to him.

‘What you want,’ I whispered back. I had still not moved, my cock was still straining out for him and all I could feel was a drip of water running beneath it, gathering on my heavy scrotum. Another drip trickled, tickled and ran there while I waited. Waited and watched.

He kicked his dusty sandals off and I looked at his long, brown feet. My eyes rested there a while as I heard him pull his tee shirt over his head. A crack of static, a rustle of material. My gaze darted up quickly and I saw two tufts of thick dark hair as he raised his arms over his head. He reached up, his chest tightened, defined pecs with a small V of hair between them. His arms were strong, also defined and I guessed he worked as a labourer. In a few years those arms would be strong enough to crush me in a bear hug. His head caught in the neck of the shirt which was then pulled free as his face came back into sight. He was still looking directly at me, uncertain, wanting assurance.

I raised a smile, stood my ground and stared into his deep brown eyes as, in the edge of my vision, I saw his hands fall again to his waist. I heard a zip and looked down. He undid his jeans with one slow, deliberate movement and then waited. I just stared at him, looking back at his face and raising one eyebrow. He shrugged again, asking what he should do next. I cocked my head. Whatever you want.

He pushed his jeans down and over his hips, revealing tight white shorts. They shrouded closely their innocent secret and outlined a proportioned shaft that lay stiffening to the right. Beneath this the cotton cocooned a perfect roundness and above the waistband an eyelash thin line of hair ran up to meet the smoothness of his tanned belly. The jeans slipped lower under their own weight and his legs, strong from his 19 or so years of labour and exercise, held up the rest of his youthful body with power. Powerful yet timid. He didn’t know what to do next. I continued to drink in the sight of his body and simply waited. A moment passed, no sound but our breathing and the rustle of wildlife outside. He pushed the denim aside with a slight kick and took a step closer.

We were within two feet of each other. I could smell his soap and feel his breath. But still I did not approach. We tried to reach each other’s thoughts. He wanted me to tell him what to do next. I wanted to see what would happen. Tentatively he reached out a hand, smooth skin on the back, rough worked flesh on the palm. I felt it land on my chest – broader than his hairier. And then his hand slid down until it rested on my hip. I looked at his body. Taught yet pliable, strong yet uncertain. Unused. Wanting. His hand moved across and his fingers wrapped around my cock. He stared into my eyes. I did not back down. Imperceptibly I moved my legs apart, allowing my balls to hang free and his hand was quick to cup them, explore them, learn what another man felt like. I let him touch me, he was gentle, I let him explore and learn the pleasure of the first sensation of another man’s skin against his own. He knelt very slowly and finally his eyes left mine. They travelled down my body as mine had done down his until all I could see was the top of his dark head. He took my cock in his mouth.

And then all I could feel was the heat of his eager mouth as my shaft slipped between his lips and parted that cheeky grin. But still I did not touch him. I just stood there and let him discover, let him move his head in towards my crotch, out again until the tip of my swollen penis rested behind his teeth, then in towards me again where he buried his nose into my damp flesh and sucked my breath through me. His actions grew quicker and he made small groaning noises, sounds of wonder and derision. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and his fingers dig into my taught, hairy arse muscles as he pulled me harder into him. He clawed in at my arse, getting a firmer grip as he desperately tugged me deeper into his throat. He pulled back, never letting me free, but taking a deep breath so that he could drag me into him deeper each time as he held me in his throat longer; his tongue playing around the base of my now totally swollen shaft.

Quickly I felt myself getting close. The heat, the sight of the lads in their tight denim, the wine, the youth drawing on my flesh. A few more thrusts and I’d be filling his gullet with cum. I tried to warn him by pulling back but he realised what I was doing. He read my signals and only held me tighter. He wanted me to explode inside him. His hands took one of my arse cheeks apiece and slammed me back into his face, my balls slapping up against his smooth chin, my balance almost lost. I grunted another warning and it only made him more desperate to drink me. His grip tightened, his throat contracted, heat around my itching cock head, my balls rising, preparing to unload, his eyelashes brushing against my pubes.

My breathing stopped for a split second. All was silence, my heart pounded, my legs tightened and I felt myself jettison the first load into the springy softness of his throat. He drew in a breath, made a gasping sound as the second spurt hit somewhere deep within him, and then another as my groin jerked against his face. And then another load caused him to gag and I heard him swallow, spluttering as another man’s cum filled his mouth and dribbled over his lips for the first time. He sucked me still and dry, holding my red hot cock in his mouth until my pleasure was spent and the sensation started to turn to ecstatic pain.

Eventually he let me go, released me from his mouth first but continued to hold my groin against his face as he drew in my scent, licked my hairy balls with his youthful tongue and stroked the back of my legs with his rough palm. And then he stood up and away and looked back into my face. A trickle of sweat ran from my brow and into my eye and it closed instinctively in a wink. He raised a finger and brushed my closed eyelid tenderly with a thumb. And then he licked my salty sweat from it, all the time questioning me with his deep brown eyes.

His white shorts were now straining against the solid shaft that they could hardly contain. The material was pulled away from him revealing a darkness that was shadow and hair, the front of them was moist, his cock upright and primed. He was begging me to do to him what he had done to me. He turned his head towards the open door of the bedroom and indicated that he wanted us to go in. I shrugged, said nothing and he let out a frustrated sigh.

‘Please?’ he said.

I refused to reply. He turned and walked two paces towards the room. Stopped and let me view the tightness of the white shorts around his small, round arse. His back was strong, strong enough to support my weight when I would bear down on it but his hips were slim enough to allow my hands to grasp each one with my fingers almost touching around them.

‘Why do they look at me?’ I asked and my voice stopped him in his tracks. He made no reply so I went on. ‘When I pass your cafe the other young men stare at me strangely. They talk about me after I have passed, I know.’

He turned back then and smiled apologetically. ‘Yes,’ he admitted, ‘we talked about you.’

‘What were you saying?’

He came back up to me and suddenly placed my hand over his cock. It felt warm, tender and small in my large palm, smooth under the softness of his shorts. And I knew it was mine for the taking. I put my other hand on his arse and he made no objection. I knew that was mine for the taking too.

‘We could not decide,’ he said and looked me straight in the eye, drawing me close to his mouth.

‘Decide what?

‘We could not decide which one of us you would want. We all wanted you. You chose me.’

‘You chose me,’ I reminded him.

‘We chose each other,’ he said and kissed me.

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I wasn’t a big drinker at the time…. (how things change) and my work schedule was a little strange and I often didn’t go to work much before 2pm, which meant that I was often up late cruising and getting laid (the blissful voyage of discovery for every 26 year old gay man) and then in the mornings I was either in the mountains climbing or biking.

Cruising late at night doesn’t usually expose you to a lot of variety and I had my regular fuck buds who could be counted on to either give me their ass willingly or fuck my brains out.

One cutie of a guy, a few years younger than me, he used to love setting up little scenarios before coming over to fuck. Sometimes it would be as simple as lube and rubbers on the stairs, or me in the shower and he would join me and fuck a load into me, other times he would tie me up and make me beg for him stop.

One of my other regulars was about the same age as me, worked out a lot, had an amazing body and nice thick 8” cock.

This was about 2002 or so and if you are old enough to remember (and from North America), there was a particular Pontiac SUV crossover on the market called the Pontiac Aztec.

Google it if you have to. It appears on several “worst vehicle” lists out there and it was honestly one of the weirdest vehicles I can remember.

It had this folding tail-gate at the back that came with an optional attachable tent.

All-in-all just a really weird looking SUV but this is what my friend drove and I initially never knew his particular circumstances but he always insisted that we meet somewhere in public and he would drive. 

On a few occasions he would pick me up at my Condo but for the most part he would say, meet at the top of the reservoir at 1:30am in the parking lot, or something like that.

Even though his weird little car had this tent attachment, we never actually used it and more often than not, I would find myself in the back seat with my legs up around my head and his thick cock dumping a load into my guts.

We met up a lot the one summer, seemed to be every Friday and Saturday night and as I got to know him a little he confided that he felt trapped in a relationship and was reliant on really strong anti-depressants.

Occasionally after we would fuck, I would get an online note saying that he felt really bad for cheating on his boyfriend and that we would never do this again.

Inevitably though, I’d see him in the chat room and voila, before too long I was opening up the back door of his ridiculous SUV so he could enter my back door (get it?).

When he was recovering from his periods of depression, the sex was actually off the chain. 

Sometimes we would fuck two or three times in a row in his car and I suspect that not only was he on an anti-depressant but possibly some other stuff that turned him into a little energizer bunny.

He almost always told me to be pre-lubed and ready to get dick which I always obliged.

He would bend me over the seat standing in the door, have me straddle him in the front seat, fucked me with my legs splayed onto the hood of the vehicle with the headlights shining and so on, always in or on this ridiculous little SUV that was painted a bright burnt orange colour.

Whenever he did pick me up, I would get in the passenger seat and his cock would be rock hard sticking out of his jeans so as he drove I would get to work sucking.

More than once I got a mouthful of his jizz before we even parked and within minutes he would be boned again and fucking my ass before depositing his nutt in my well-fucked hole.

We carried on like this for about a year, always late in the evening and even became friendly and then he vanished from the chat rooms and I never spoke to him again.

Not certain his meds were properly prescribed and I guess now at a more mature age, I probably shouldn’t have fuelled his depression but then again, like I say, at 26 years of age, a boy gotta get the dick where and when he can right?

What is weird about this story for me is that I can remember his silly SUV like it was parked outside but I can’t ever remember his name.

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I woke up to the sound of the shower. I stretched out. I had slept really well. I remembered what had happened the night before and I smiled. I got up and walked to the bathroom, where I saw Miguel in the shower. His body muscular and curvy in all the right places. His back was turned toward me, so I snuck into the shower and put my hands over his eyes. He flinched but shortly after he laughed.

“Is that my sexy American?”

I put my hands down and hugged him from behind, pushing my boner into his ass.

“Thank you for a great fuck last night”, I said as I kissed his shoulder.

“It was my pleasure”, he said. I saw he now also had an erection. When he turned around, we compared dick sizes. Our cocks were similar in length, but his was thicker and stood straight out, whereas mine curved upwards and was circumcised. He couldn’t resist stroking my cock a few times and before I knew it he was on his knees, giving me a blowjob. I moaned softly as the warm water fell on my chest. He was an artist with his tongue as he worked my shaft and balls, before going back to the head and finally deepthroating me like there was no tomorrow. His hands caressed my upper body and butt. He was doing such a good job I had to hold on to the wall for balance. I got so worked up, I pulled him up to kiss him and ask if I could fuck him.

He paused, smiled, and said, “Please do.”

He bent forward, revealing such a beautiful wet hole, I couldn’t resist fingering him first. The high-pitched, almost surprised moans reminded me of last night. Miguel gasped for air as soon enough he started moving his ass further onto my finger. He more than welcomed a second finger. This man was a sex god in both roles, I could only hope I measured up. I got so horny I couldn’t wait any longer to fuck him. His warm hole fit around my cock like a glove. Miguel’s moans got louder and echoed through the bathroom. I started out slow, but it didn’t take long for me to speed up. Miguel stood up straight, making his hole tighter around my shaft. He reached back and held on to my side as his chest was against the wall. He looked back at me with a face full of pleasure. His eyes wide, his mouth open, his forehead wrinkled.

“I am going to orgasm”, he moaned. “Unnngh…” I saw him painting the shower wall with his cum. I was pretty close at that point so I pulled out and jerked off. Miguel turned around and crouched down so he could receive my load on his face. He loved it. He licked the sensitive head of my cock for every last drop. He smiled up at me.

“I go to work”, he said as he quickly cleaned his face, cock and ass and got out of the shower.

“Oh right, it’s Monday”, I said out loud as I watched him dry off. “Take my car, please.”

“Yes? I can?”

“Absolutely!”

He smiled, walked toward me and pulled me in for a passionate kiss on the mouth.

“Thank you”, he whispered, before he left the bathroom with the towel.

“Have a good day!”, I said, like we had been a couple for years.

Soon after Miguel left, a maid entered the villa. She introduced herself as Rosa. I offered her something to drink but she declined. I heard her work in the background but I focused on my writing. And the book was coming together more and more. I was so thankful to Sharon that she offered me to stay here, it had really jumpstarted the writing process after weeks of feeling uninspired.

Morning turned into afternoon and afternoon turned into evening. Miguel hadn’t come back with the rental car. I was starting to think the worst. I checked his room and saw that the clothes I bought him were still there. I immediately felt bad for my assumptions. I decided to walk to the nearest supermarket to buy some food. When I got back I found the car in front of the villa. I walked onto the patio and saw Miguel sitting in the living room. I closed the outside door behind me and he looked up, directly at me. He got up and ran outside. He hugged me. I stood there with two plastic bags of groceries and couldn’t move.

“Are you OK?”, I asked.

“I am so happy to see you”, he replied, still holding on to me.

“I’m happy to see you too”, I smiled.

He let go and looked at me. His eyes were a little red. He kissed me on the mouth.

“I spoke with my father.”

I stood in silence. Miguel seemed OK, I don’t think his father had been violent again. But it had clearly been emotional.

“You tell me all about it while I prepare you a nice meal?”, I said, raising the plastic bags.

He nodded and smiled.

Miguel sat at the kitchen table and talked as I kept busy in the kitchen. He admitted it had been emotional to see his father again. His father had apologized for hitting him and begged him to come back. But Miguel said he could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“We had good talk. He was… calm. I feel like he understand what I say. I tell him I cannot buy him beer anymore and I cannot live with him when he drinks. But I know he no eat when I no cook for him, so… we now… have appointment. I cook him dinner all of the days. I drive him to hospital when he needs to go. But I no live there for a while. I need break. He understand. He cry a little. He promise to try to stop drinking.”

“That sounds good”, I said, stirring in the pan with sauce, “at least he’s willing to change.”

“Yes, is good. But he promise before. So if is OK with you, I stay here some time longer? Maybe all the two weeks?”

I smiled. I walked around the counter and squatted down in front of him.

“Nothing would make me happier.”

Miguel smiled from ear to ear and gave me a big, passionate kiss that I didn’t want to break. After what seemed like a few seconds, but may have been almost a minute, I could hear my sauce boiling over.

“Oh no!”, I said as I ran back to the stove.

“I’m sorry”, Miguel said, still smiling.

I smiled back.

“Let’s have some dinner.”

In the days that followed, I felt like a relationship was blossoming between Miguel and I. We fucked like rabbits, usually twice a day or more. Miguel exclusively slept in bed with me in the spacious upstairs bedroom. After the sex, we would lay in bed and talk about our pasts and our visions for the future. When he went to work, I would stay home and write.

Miguel would stop by his father Enrico’s place to make him dinner. After the radiation appointment, Miguel actually had dinner with his father. He said he no longer saw any beer in the house and that he could tell his father was trying. He also said he had even talked about me, but Enrico had always had trouble accepting his only son’s gay relationships, so he just said he was happy that Miguel was happy and quickly changed the subject.

In the weekend, we went back to the secluded beach and had the most amazing sex. We drank and swam naked in the sea. I felt like I was already on my honeymoon. But I was coming close to finishing a first draft of my book and I knew I would soon have to return to Atlanta. I remained in denial about having to leave the villa. Miguel and I had pretty much fucked all over that villa, including the pool. We never wore clothes when we were in the villa and there was something both liberating and sexual about it.

On the following Monday, when Rosa was cleaning the house, I sent my first draft to Sharon. I knew she would most likely reply back to me somewhere in the week, but I knew I was not going to do anymore writing in Mexico. The finishing touches would be done back in Atlanta. I was proud that I had a storyline. It told the story of Luis, a hotel employee in Mexico who meets an American tourist at work. However, Luis’s father is sick. Luis fights with his father and seeks solace with Jim, the American man he doesn’t really know. Jim allows Luis to spend the night and they have the greatest sex. But during that same night, Luis’s father dies. Luis grieves and feels guilty, growing closer and closer to Jim. They fall in love. Luis has nobody or nothing left in Mexico and wants to go back to the US with Jim, whose holiday is ending. But America in the year 2017 doesn’t turn out to be so welcoming to Luis.

I closed the laptop and decided to use the rest of my time in Mexico to relax and spend as much time as I could with Miguel. I went to the supermarket, got some nice food to prepare a big dinner where I would tell Miguel the news that I sent my first draft. I was very aware I used much of Miguel’s life in this story without telling him about it. So I would have to come clean about that as well.

Once Miguel came back from his father’s house and walked in the door, I was pretty much done with the food. I had also made my way through almost an entire bottle of wine. I was proud of my achievement and may have started the celebrating a bit early. Miguel laughed.

“Jay, are you drunk?”

 “No, it’s not too bad”, I said.

I told him to sit down at the table and served him what I had been working on. I poured him a glass of wine and opened a new one to refill my own. I held up my glass and said, “This morning I sent my first draft to the publisher.”

Miguel gasped.

“Congratulations, baby!”

He leaned across the table and kissed me on the mouth.

“Cheers!”, he said enthusiastically as he raised his glass.

“Cheers!”

“Start your meal”, I said.

“Buen apetito”, he said before he started.

“I have to tell you what the book is going to be about. Because I got lots of inspiration from you. And.. us.”

“That sounds exciting!”, he said.

Once I finished telling him the set-up, he put down his cutlery and smiled.

“Is weird”, he started. “I know is not why you wrote this… in this way, but…”

He looked down, trying to find the words.

“Sometimes I look at you and… I want to be like Luis. Nothing keeping me here. I want to go back with you.”

My heart started pounding when he said that. My face must have lit up.

“I no want my father to die. I want to stay with him until he get better. But I am sad. Sad to see you go and know is no the right time to go with you. Because of father and because of USA. I can not.”

I grabbed his hand.

“Miguel… You don’t have to. Our situation is completely different. I didn’t write the story because I want you to come back home with me. I am the one with the resources, the job that doesn’t require a specific location… I even know someone who has bought a second home here in Mexico to give me tips. I will come visit, trust me. I finally meet someone I feel like I can build a lasting relationship with, I am not going to let a border or a sick relative stop me.”

Miguel smiled.

“You come back?”

“Absolutely!”

“Señor Jay Parker?”

I laughed.

“Si?”

“I think I am in love with you.”

My heart was still pounding as I felt my eyes water.

“Mr Miguel Velazquez… I am in love with you too.”

We kissed intensely as Miguel ripped my shirt off my body, making buttons fly across the room. He pushed me onto the sofa and took off my jeans as quickly as he could. He sucked my cock and licked my ass and soon enough had me so turned on I was gasping for air. Soon enough Miguel fucked me while I lay on the sofa. He fucked me at such an angle that he must have hit my prostate because I came within five thrusts. He didn’t stop as the cum dribbled down my sides. I stayed hard as he fucked me, slow, then fast, but always so very deep inside of me. It was the most intense sex we had had so far. After a few minutes of fucking, he pulled out and came all over my chest, mixing his with my own cum. That didn’t stop him as he straddled me and sat on top of my still rock hard cock. He rode me and seemingly couldn’t get enough. Our moans got louder and louder. After a few minutes he came a second time, hitting my chest and face with his cum. I came inside of him. He kissed me.

“Te amo.”

“I love you too.”

“Sorry about the food. Is cold.”

I laughed.

THE END

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Lewis was shocked as he just started at Rusty.

Rusty looked down at Alex and continued. “You must be my `Candy cane” Lewis looked up at him in horror and a bit of lust as the man’s crotch came closer to him. “It’s me `Rusty Nail” The huge man said. “I followed you here to get at that ass of yours.”

He rubbed at Fuller’s balls and ass as he stood there. Fuller looked over to see the giant cock trailing down the man’s leg. He actually became quite turned on by the sight of it. Then the man lowered his beefy forearm to Lewis’ face and rubbed it against him. That was all Lewis needed to forget the danger he had felt and gave into the strong hunk. He kissed at the heavy forearm and reached for the huge mountainous lump in the man’s pants. His hand traced along the length of it. It was fairly soft still but looked enormous. The man then removed his jacket and shirt.

Fuller looked up in lust at the huge barrel chest that was covered in dense fur. He never thought he would ever desire a man. But this huge trucker stud pushed all his buttons. He resumed fucking his brother’s ass. The beefy bear reached under and caressed Fuller’s torso.

“You’re brother’s a big stud” he exclaimed to Lewis. “Come here and feel this hot furry chest” he said.

Lewis reached up and caressed his brothers’ chest.

“Now come up here and suck on his nipples.” The trucker commanded.

Fuller climbed up on him and ploughed deeper at his ass.

“Uughhhhh” grunted Lewis.

He in turned pulled himself up and buried his face into Fuller’s furry chest. He felt the fur as it tickled his face. He then locked his lips around one of Fuller’s hard nipples and chewed on it. The trucker climbed behind Fuller and rubbed his furry forearm along the crack of Fuller’s ass. Then he lowered his face to Fuller’s balls and licked at them.

“Nice big nuts boy” he said.

He licked his fingers and rubbed at Fuller’s scrotum and ass with them. He then opened his mouth and swallowed Fuller’s bouncing balls. His forearm still rubbing at the boy’s ass. Then he shoved his thumb up into the puckered hole. Fuller screamed.”Awwei Fuck” as he pumped hard on his brother’s beaten ass hole.

His cock pounding hard against Lewis’ prostate. Then the trucker’s tongue slid under the balls it was slurping on and dug into Lewis’ ass hole alongside Fuller big cock. This whole motion brought Fuller over the brink. He had never felt such a sensation before. The rough hairs along with the thumb crammed up his ass, the hot wet mouth and tongue drooling and chewing over his churning balls, and sliding along the underside of his shaft. And the mouth and tongue chewing on his nipple was excruciating.

“Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh. Awwee Fuck. I’m cumming man. My balls are gonna fuckin explode. Ohhh Fuck, shit take it fucker, take it” He cried out. “Arrrgghh”

The man felt Fuller’s balls pull up as he began to shoot. The cum racing through them and up into the column of flesh and down the tub on the underside of the shaft. Fuller slammed down repeatedly into Lewis’ ass filling him with a huge load. Lewis shrieked as the thick cock head crushed into his gut and expanded inside of him.

“Ohh fuck me bro. Shit I can feel your big cock pulling at my ass.” He yelled. “Oohhh Shit. You are cuming in me. Fuck its soooooo hot. Shit, Ugh, Ugh, Ugh”

He sucked furiously on Fuller’s tit as his ass clamped down on the cock inside it, milking it. Fuller kept unloading shot after shot into his brother’s scorching ass. Lewis felt as his brother kept shooting into him. There was so much that it gushed out his ass. The trucker felt the flow over his tongue and mouth as it leaked out. He drank at the spilling fluid as it poured out. Then he pulled Fuller ‘s still spurting dick from its confines and swallowed it down his mouth. Fuller kept jerking and pumping into his mouth until his was satiated.

The trucker still had his thumb stuck up into Fuller’s ass. He continued to shove it into his victim. Then he got up and pulled down his jeans. He wore no shorts to speak of and a giant semi hard cock fell out. It was as big as Fuller’s was and he wasn’t even hard yet. It was also thicker than his brother’s full hard dick.

Fuller got up and gazed at the huge cock. He couldn’t stop his desire he fell to his knees before the man and grabbed hold of the huge thing. The trucker removed his shirt and bared his big hairy chest. Lewis looked up and stared at it. Fuller wrapped his mouth around the fat shaft. The huge uncut head tasted funky. His tongue dug into it, the taste was better than he thought. The trucker told Lewis to get behind Fuller’s ass and eat him out.

“Get that juicy ass nice and ready for my fat club boy” He commanded.

Lewis crawled up behind Fuller and shoved his face into ass. He smelled his brother’s man scent as he dug his tongue up into his hot furry ass hole. The taste coarse through him and his cock became rock hard instantly. He jerked himself while eating at Fuller’s ass.

“Mmphh” He hummed

Fuller moaned over the thickening slab in his mouth. Lewis looked up at the huge barrel chest of the trucker and became ravenous for sex. Without warning he climbed up on Fuller’s ass and plunged his hard cock up in there.

“Aaeeiii fuck man. Shit” Fuller bellowed as his virgin ass was taken. He felt his brother’s dick plough into his ass hard. “Fuck man take that shit out. I’m not a bottom” “Shut up” Came the trucker. “Take it like a good little whore.”

Then the trucker forced his monster cock into Fuller’s mouth. The huge cock was at least 10 inches long and thick. Fuller began to gag on the immense size. Meanwhile Lewis was content to be fucking his brother’s hot ass.

“Mmmn yeah” he moaned. “Your ass is so tight bro”

All Fuller could do is cry muffled cries as his ass and mouth were taken. Lewis leaned over and licked and kissed the truckers beefy furry chest.

“Yeah boy that’s it. Suck on daddy’s nipples while you fuck his hot ass.” He growled. “Get that ass ready for my fat club”

Fuller realized that this guy was intending on getting his cock up into his ass that up to this moment was a virgin. Lewis was in heaven as he rubbed his face on the hairy torso of the huge trucker. He watched in amazement as Fuller had most of the giant tool buried in his mouth. He wanted some of it.

“Can I suck you daddy dick sir?” he asked. “Sure boy.” The trucker answered. “You’re probably better than your brother anyhow”

The trucker pulled his huge log from Fuller mouth. Fuller fell over onto the bed as he caught his breath. Then the trucker presented his giant cock to Lewis. He aimed the fat club at him and shook it in front of him. Lewis stared glassy eyed at the huge wet cock head. He grabbed for it and slid his mouth over the fat mushroom head. He was dizzy from the feeling as the huge shaft pushed down past his tongue down into his throat. He went wild as the fat trucker cock slid down into his talented throat. He accelerated his fucking of his brother’s ass.

Fuller’s pain had begun to subside. Then the trucker ordered Lewis off the ass he was fucking. “Move boy as I teach him a lesson.” He said.

Lewis pulled his cock from Fuller’s ass and the trucker moved around behind Fuller. Fuller realizing what was to take place tried to get up.

“You are not gonna stick that thing…” he started to say.

But the trucker grabbed for him and lifted him up and even with Fuller struggling pushed him down onto the bed. When he looked he saw that Lewis was actually helping the trucker. He was forced face down into the bed and the heavy form of the trucker crawled upon him. He clenched his ass cheeks to prevent the trucker entry into his ass. The trucker saw this and said.

“Don’t make it harder on yourself boy. Now open up or I’ll have ta hurt ya” He growled.

But Fuller protested. So the trucker pried his ass open with his thumb and 2 other fingers and pushed in roughly.

“Ugghhh” Fuller groaned. “Nooo man” He cried out.

Then the trucker took a big hand and smacked down hard with force onto his soft butt cheek. The pain registered and he screamed. His ass opened up more as the trucker repeatedly spanked him harder and harder. Then he felt a hand grab at his nipples and squeezed really hard. He looked over to see Lewis again was aiding the trucker as he screamed. That’s when his ass relaxed as he howled in pain. The trucker took advantage and held his fat club at the entrance and slammed into him.

“Aaeeiii. Ohhh fuucckk, Ohhh God” He shrieked as the huge member tore into his ass.

The trucker held him hard and didn’t stop until he could go no further. Fuller wailed and cried to no avail as his ass was on fire. The huge member tore through him like a hot knife on butter. Lewis watched in awe as the giant cock ripped into his brother. He wanted to feel the giant trucker dick too. But was also quite afraid of it too. Because he figured if his brother’s cock hurt to go up his ass. This one might kill him.

“Don’t worry `Candy cane’. You’ll get some too” said the trucker. “Arrghhh, fuck. Take it out man” Fuller continued to cry out. The tears rolling down his face. “Lick my balls, pussy boy” the trucker commanded of Lewis.

So Lewis crawled under the big man and went for those giant boulders he owned. He first kissed and smelled the heady smell of sweat and man. He also looked up to see his brother’s nice big sack and caressed at it. He sucked on one of the man’s giant orbs while burying his nose in his brothers sack. He was in heaven as his face was covered in ball meat. He then grabbed at his brother ‘s soft dick and stroked it while he bathed the four large eggs before him.

“Yeah” groaned the trucker. “That’s a good pussy boy. Eat my fat bull nuts. Milk em’”

Lewis also watched in lust to see the fat club drilling at his brother’s wide opened ass. The trucker driving all the way in and then pulling up almost all the way out. Then slamming back in again. Every solid thick inch of cock shredding Fuller’s sore ass. Meanwhile Fuller dug his face into the bed, biting at the mattress to take his mind from the pain in his ass. But every time he felt the trucker pull from him and the pain would end. The huge cock would be driven back down into him and the pain would once again return. He could feel every time that fat head crushed down on his prostate.

Lewis looked up to see that Fuller was rock hard again. So he moved up and slipped the thick cock back into his mouth. He sucked madly on his brother as the trucker climbed up higher on him and began to plow into Fuller with vigor.

“Fuck man getting close, real close” The trucker said

With that he accelerated to a heated pace and pummeled the ass in front of him. Then Fuller screamed. “Shiiitt, Arrggghh, awwee”

Lewis felt his brother’s cock expand and blow a fiery load down his throat. Lewis slobbered on the copious cum that spit from his brothers big cock. The Trucker then pushed hard into Fullers ass and he too came.

“Awweeee Shit” he hollered as his fat balls erupted into Fullers ass.

Fuller screamed as he felt the bullets shoot into him. The guy came so hard every time he shot his cock expanded and banged into Fullers button. Lewis released his brothers still spitting cock when he saw a flood of white gushing from his ass. He buried his face in the guys nuts as the seed poured over him. And the flood didn’t stop for what seemed over a minute.

“Open yer mouth” the trucker growled at him.

He complied and the huge still drooling dick came out of Fullers now wide opened hole and dug into his mouth. He could taste Fullers ass juice on the massive shaft as the trucker continued to drool cum into his mouth. Fuller collapse on the bed. Lewis could see he was crying from his ordeal. The truckers softening dick was then pulled form his mouth.

“You really love dick dontcha candy cane?”

Lewis just licked his lips, tasting the mix of fuller’s delicious cum and the tangy cum of Rusty in his mouth…

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When I woke Karl had gone, I rubbed my eyes, it seemed to be a beautiful day, sun streamed into the room through the windows, the bed was a mess, sheets all over the place. I got myself up and headed like all men first thing for the bathroom, I smelled of sex, sweaty and musky. I got under the shower enjoying the first blast of freezing water, it stimulated my skin, then as it warmed it relaxed me. I soaped up and stood letting the water cascade over my body, we had a long journey back home ahead of us, with a stopover in Stuttgart to pick up the vehicles, then the long road trip back to England, I had to sort out some stuff for Zeke too, like schooling, probably a tutor, I wasn’t sure if I could trust him in an all boy’s school and of course there would be a High Council meeting, I wanted to speak to Montfort about Ernst. He may be a bit of a bluff guy and rough round the edges, but just for how long were we going to blame him for stuff he had no real part in; I would have to see what I could do.

‘Good morning Sir’

‘Morning Pyotr, how are we doing are we nearly ready to leave?

‘Yes Sir, Karl is insisting he comes with us to Stuttgart and Ernst has also offered us the backup car’

‘Okay then, if they are sure, is Zeke ready?

‘Very nearly Sir, he has Ian, helping him’

‘I know what Ian will be doing’ I laughed and having dressed head to Zeke’s room, I pushed open the door, as expected Zeke and Ian were naked on the bed.

‘Oi don’t you knock? Zeke giggled and hid under the sheet; bloody twelve year old.

‘Zeke, up now, I want us to say goodbye to Ernst before we go, Ian, that will be all thank you’ Ian got out of the bed his hard cock bobbing up and down, his bellend glistening wet and a dribble of cum hanging on an ever lengthening thread, swaying in front of him. I turned and headed down the stairs to the Great Hall, Ernst was sat in front of the fire place, staring into the flames. I quietly sat in the chair next to his.

‘I want you to know, I will do all I can to get you elected as an Old One, you deserve it more than most, so be ready to attend the meeting if called but please, please, don’t turn up in your SA Leaders uniform’

He looked at me with a wry smile and nodded

‘Karl is going with you to Stuttgart to the Mercedes works, they can check out the 770 while he is there. Thank you for coming to see us, maybe we can visit you in England sometime too, oh and look after Zeke, he is a great kid, it has been a breath of fresh air having him here’ he grinned again ‘and he looks bloody amazing in that Hitler Youth uniform’ he laughed out loud and as we both stood he pulled me into his arms and gave me a great bear hug. ‘Good bye my friend and safe journey’

We hugged again and I made my way to the entrance hall, Zeke was standing there his blond hair all over the place, the doors were opened and below us in the courtyard sat the black 1939 Mercedes-Benz 770K Large open touring car, this time the roof was down, Karl was in his SA uniform; minus the armband and insignia, he was standing next to another guy, similarly dressed, both studying a map, I started down the stairs

‘Jonathon, morning, we are all ready for you, this is Jürgen, he is going to drive us today, I thought I would join you in the back, I miss waving at the locals’ he burst out laughing and opened the door. I got Zeke  in along with the dogs and Karl and I sat on the main back seat, once again a flurry of activity behind us let me know that Pyotr was sorting out the luggage and back up vehicles, a honk of car horns and, Jürgen pulled away across the courtyard to the gate house, the brisk morning air and early sunshine was invigorating, a beautiful mountain day, the guards as the gate house snapped to attention, before I knew it I had returned their salute, I caught Zeke’s eyes watching me, he had noticed me salute, how casual it had been; I would wait for his questions.

Jürgen drove us down the mountain road, Zeke waving at the last sight of the Castle; he looked quiet sad, I suppose, just like it would have been for any member of the Hitler Youth the Castle was an amazing place for a child, fun around every corner. With a lead vehicle in front, our small three car motorcade consisting of two Mercedes 770’s and another Mercedes’s tourer; all late nineteen thirties vintage, turned on to the main drag and powered towards the A8 and Stuttgart. We sat in silence mostly as we passed through chocolate box villages with painted murals on the buildings, it was a beautiful part of Europe and had escaped mainly undamaged after the war. Turning on to the A8, we attracted a lot of stares, few people had seen one of Hitler’s famous cars let alone two, it wasn’t the way I liked to travel now, I preferred to be in the shadows, at least behind frosted glass, but, I suppose this had to be done and Zeke was loving it, waving at everyone, he received more than one Hitler salute back.

A few hours later we pulled in to the Mercedes’s main factory complex, Jürgen drove us to the main office building, I recognised my new vehicles parked up, we pulled up by the main entrance and Jürgen leapt out and opened the door. As we stepped out on to the tarmac, a small reception committee came to greet us. With them a very elderly man, he looked at the cars we had arrived in and then at Karl, was that recognition? A memory stirred? A big tear ran down his cheek as he snapped to attention and gave the Hitler salute; we were stunned. One of the other guys with him, pulled down his arm, and muttered something at him, but the old guys mind was back years ago, tears now cascading down his cheek as he reached for Karl’s hand; now Karl had been an important leader in the SA in his own right and it was obvious this guy recognised him, it brought home what our existence meant, we never grow old and to watch other do so is devastating. Karl, snapped to attention and saluted the guy back, now we could all be in serious trouble anything to do with the Nazi era mostly illegal in the new Germany, Zeke was watching his face a thousand questions, thank god he wasn’t in his Hitler Youth uniform.

One of the other managers, quickly stepped forward

‘I am sorry Gentlemen, Gregor here was one of Mercedes chief engineers and worked on both of these cars in the thirties and forties, I had no idea, he would act like that, please forgive me and accept my deepest app….’ Karl put up his hand to stop him

‘Apologies are not required’, Karl turned and waved over the driver ‘Jürgen, please show Gregor here the vehicles, let him take as long as he wants’ Karl embraced the old guy again. I wasn’t sure if Karl recognised him or not, but watched as Karl removed his gold party badge and placed it in the old guys hands, shaking them and saluting once more.

We were hurriedly led in to the main reception and on into the boardroom, a beautiful buffet had been laid out if only we could eat food, we made polite conversation and listened to several speeches as the formalities of my new vehicles were completed. Where was Zeke now? I looked around the room, no sign of him, no surely not, I made my way into the executive toilets, I pushed open the shower door, there he was on his knees his fangs sunk into a security guards thick dick.

‘Zeke, what have I said, please, finish up’ he smiled round at me, his fangs still piercing the short fat cock in his hand, ‘finish up now, I think we had better be going’ shaking my head, I left him to get himself cleaned up.

Returning the Boardroom, I brought the main meeting to an end and took my leave of Karl, hugging him close. Pyotr had started up my car now in its new midnight blue; I couldn’t let them paint it black, the two back up Mercedes SUV’s also in the same colour, I greeted the guys from my security detail, pleased to see familiar faces, Pyotr, Gunther and Ian had everything ready, Zeke and I got into the car with the dogs and, we pulled away, to begin our long journey back.    

It had been a hell of a few days, I felt totally relaxed and renewed, I knew that wouldn’t last long, I would have to think about Gunther and Ian’s future; Pyotr was already my familiar, it was pretty unheard of for a Vampyre to have two, currently they were both just under mind control, it would be easier to have them both as familiars, I looked at Zeke, he had his nose pressed to the window, I don’t think he was enjoying this car as much as he had the open topped tourer, but he would have to get used to it, maybe I would have Pyotr follow the world auctions see if another 770 ever came up for sale; over eighty had been built, but most had been destroyed in the allied bombing at the end of the war.

‘Zeke, ZEKE,’ he looked over his shoulder at me, ‘How are you getting on with Ian? Zeke grinned at me

‘Good why? You’re not getting rid of him are you? His voice rose a bit

‘No, but we have to make a decision about his future, we cannot just keep him under mind control indefinitely, I was wondering if you wanted him as your familiar?

‘Wow, I didn’t think I was old enough to be allowed a familiar of my own?

‘Well technically you are right, but having him to look after you will also help you, you don’t have to go looking for lunch’ I laughed

‘Think about it and let me know, we can sort it out when we are back home’

‘Sir, telephone for you, it is Montfort Sir’ the intercom switched off and the phone next to me flashed.

‘Montfort, yes, yes we have left Ernst and Karl, err home, Berlin now? Okay, The Hotel Adlon, ok we will see you there’

‘Pyotr, change of plans, we are going to Berlin’

‘Zeke, looked at me again, what is happening in Berlin?

‘Looks like a meeting of the High Council, let’s see’

I put on my head phones and started some classical music, I needed to chill already. Dusk was falling as we pulled up at the Hotel Adlon, we were shown through to the dining room and then into a side room

‘Jonathon, Zeke, you’re here, you’re here’ it was Montfort, he hugged us both, ‘come and sit down’ 

We sat down at the table with Montfort,

‘I am sorry to divert you from your journey home, but the High Council waits for no one, we have taken over the top two floors of the hotel, our meeting should not be too long, I wondered if you had any nominations for us to consider? Zeke, why don’t you head up to your suite and we will see you in the morning’

Zeke, looked a bit disappointed and glanced at me, I mouthed goodnight and he got up and left the room, I saw Ian meet him at the door and the two of them vanished from view. I waited until the door was closed again,

‘Montfort, I want you to seriously consider Ernst’ Montfort looked like he would choke, I pressed on ‘after all, he was not part of the madness that overtook Germany, as we all know Hitler ordered his death; well before the worst excesses, so it seems profoundly unfair, that he is blocked because of a supposed link’

Montfort’s eyes studied me, he stood and walked round the table

‘You are of course correct with your summary of history and he has kept his head down for the last 80 years, but his face is so well known’

‘Face is well known? are you trying to say someone would say he is still alive? Or come back from the dead?

Montfort, nodded, seeming to accept my argument

‘Let me sleep on it, Jonathon, I will be honest with you, the High Council have left this one to you and I, I had one other name to consider and that is one of the Hesse family members, although I understand they are not too keen, let’s get off to bed, we will speak in the morning’

Montfort, shook my hand and left the room, I sat for a few moments and followed him out of the room Gunther; my blond giant, was waiting at the door, having greeted me he followed me upstairs to my suite. I went in, it was a beautiful suite with views over the Brandenburg Gate, down towards the Golden Angel statue, how little and yet how much things had changed since I had last been in Berlin. I opened the doors on to the balcony, I wanted to have a look around and maybe visit a club for some fun, I transformed and soared into the night. I flew the length of the Unter Den Linden, memories flooding back to me, other parts I looked for had been erased, not a trace remaining as German buried its past. Enough of this, time for some fun, I had heard of several clubs in Belin I might enjoy and soon found myself transforming once more just near to the Club Lab.Oratory.

There being no way I was going to join the queue of guys waiting to get in I approached the doorman and was soon shown through to the VIP area. The pounding rhythmic music and heady smell of sex, poppers and cigarettes overwhelmed the senses. I made my way downstairs towards the dungeon area, more than one hand groping my cock and ass, I found a good position to stand and watch, see what took my fancy. The lighting in the dungeon was mainly from red bulkhead lights and the odd white strobe, which seemed to highlight the private cabin area, I felt for the key I had been given, VIP 2, I wondered who was in VIP 1, maybe I would get to find out.

A large dark haired hairy bear passed me, at least 6 foot 4” his thick black hairy chest sporting a black leather harness its steel fittings, half buried in the hair, glittering in the light, he was wearing long black leather trousers, with what looked like a length of thick pipe down his left leg, black work boots finishing off his look, he squeezed the pipe as he passed me, his eyes making contact with mine. I breathed in deeply sampling his aroma, fresh sweat and cold tar soap, a heady mixture. He stopped a few yards from me and casually looked back, his eyes scanning my body, his hand dropped to his groin again and he gave that pipe another squeeze, he slid his hand downwards, emphasising the thickness and length, I could have some fun with this guy. I let my eyes flash red, he stared at me again, more intently in the lowlight, his mind trying to decide if the flashing lights were playing tricks on him or, my eyes really had turned red. I walked towards him, swinging past letting my right hand drag across that pipe, my eyes never leaving his, I turned and walked towards the private rooms, aware he was following me, I opened VIP 2 and leaving the door open I went into the room, he followed me in and closed the door behind me.

The room had a bench bed against one wall with a small stand beside it, it held a bowl of condoms and lube, hanging in the centre of the rooms was a sling, suspended from the black roof by steel chains, the only light a red spot on the ceiling illuminating the sling. I crossed over to the guy and gentle kissed his lips, he kissed me back, each kiss becoming more passionate and forceful that the last, we were soon snogging deeply, his hands gripping my arse as mine gripped his leather harness, pulling him tightly in to me. I felt his hands undoing my belt and trousers, pushing them down in the hunger that was consuming us both, I kicked them off, pushing my shoes off, his hands went back to my arse, gripping my naked flesh, he grinned at me, his fingers pulling the arse straps of my jock apart, his fingers dug into my cheeks as he lifted me off the ground, I wrapped my legs round his waist as he effortlessly carried me towards the sling, our tongues still wilding exploring each other’s mouths.

I felt the leather straps of the sling support my back, arse and thighs as I was lifted and placed into it, he forced my legs apart and stood up close looking at me, his fingers grabbed my shirt and ripped it apart, it fell away in pieces, I slipped off my socks watching as he undid the studs on his black leather trousers and peeled them down, his chest hair was thick and wiry, it flowed down over his stomach and then stopped in a straight shaved line an inch above his meat my eyes fixed on the bare lump, thick as a beer can, I may even have gasped as that pipe came into view inch by inch, when the head was finally released it slowly swung upwards, bobbing in front of him, he pumped it a few times as I watched, slowly and deliberately, pulling his foreskin off his bellend; I would enjoy getting my teeth into that shaft, but I wanted fucked first. He reached over to the table and picked up a packet of lube, tearing it open with his teeth, he smeared it over his fingers and along his shaft, finally pushing two of his coated fingers into my hole, I winced as he roughly forced them in; oh it was going to be like this was it?

As he pulled out his fingers, I gripped his meat, forcing my legs apart further apart, pulling his bellend to my hole, he stared down at me again, I could feel he was feeling superior to me a mere bottom, he slapped his cock against my hole and then gripped his shaft and stepped forward ramming the first few inches into me, I gasped, my head screaming as my hole adjusted to the thickness of the intruder, catching my breath, I thrust myself back forcing another few inches into my arse. A surprised came over his face, he took hold of the chains supporting the sling and with his face changing to a grimace, he pulled me towards him as he thrust forward the last four inches hammering home, his meat totally inside me. He stood settling himself, feeling my arse gripping his cock, he reached out and gripped my nipples, his fingers twisting and pulling on them as he began to thrust his meat into me, I became aware of the throbbing pumping music from the club; that’s why they used it. I raised my arse accepting each thrust as deep as it would go, I gripped tightly onto his harness straps, pulling him hard towards me, out tongues meeting again. Just raw sex, nothing caring about it, he fucked me as hard as I used and rode his shaft, I licked at his chest hair and any bits of him I could reach with my mouth, enjoying the taste of salt as he began to sweat, my eyes watching for drops to appear and then, my mouth licking them off. He was like an ox fucking a cow. Only one thing on his mind, well maybe two his pleasure and to cum.

He began to grunt, oh no, that’s not happening, I had to take over, I made eye contact, he slowed and pulled his cock from me, I felt strangely empty, he lifted himself upwards leaning towards me his cock rearing above my chest, I had to stretch myself forward, I closed my mouth round his bellend, wanking his shaft, he grunted and groaned. I felt his bellend swell, he spewed his cum into my waiting mouth, Oh I need this, his thick cum, coated my mouth, my tongue electrified, with his man essence, I could feel it pulsing into my system, refreshing and renewing, I finally let go of his cock, he staggered back, he looked exhausted.

I leapt up from the sling and pushed him back onto the bed, climbing astride him, gripping his deflating cock, I began sucking and wanking him again, my tongue feeling his cock pulsing and inflating again, the flowing blood, warming the skin, I got myself into position, his bellend in my mouth, I positioned my fangs feeling them scrape along his shaft; now it was my turn, I plunged my fangs into him, he let out a blood curdling scream; oh had I forgotten the wipe of aesthetic saliva first, revenge is sweet. I felt him flop back on the bed, as his blood flowed into me, I drank deeply draining his meat, I so nearly drank him dry, but no, I had enjoyed the fuck too and I loved German sausage, I always had. I withdrew my fangs and licked my lips, my ox was asleep on his back, I got myself dressed, managing to pull on the remnants of my torn shirt, I kissed him once more on the lips and left the room, locking the door behind me. I left the club and made my way back down the alley nearby, transforming and heading back to the Adlon.

I heard the bedroom door open, I looked up, Montfort came into the room, followed by Pyotr, I saw Montfort glance down at my discarded clothes and torn shirt.

‘Good morning Jonathon, sorry to be so early, but I have to be heading off by lunch time, I see you had a good night’

‘Morning Montfort and yes I had a good night thank you’ I pulled myself up and put on the robe that Pyotr handed me. ‘Well Montfort, have you decided?

‘Yes, Ernst it is, I have already told him to get here as soon as he can, luckily the other Old Ones are all nearby, so we will do the conformation ceremony before we all leave, I hope you are right about him’

I nodded, pleased that Montfort had trusted my judgement, I hoped that Ernst wouldn’t let me down. Montfort left to get things ready downstairs and I went on to the balcony to sit in the morning sunshine. I sat for an hour nearer two probably reading a selection of newspapers, I heard Zeke’s voice speaking to Pyotr, he came running out on to the balcony.

‘Jonathon look, look’ he was excitedly pointing up towards the Golden Angel at the far end of what I knew as the Unter Den linden; it now has some strange name. My eyes focused on three motorcycles in front of two large open topped cars……….Oh no, it was Ernst, the two Mercedes 770’s tops down driving slowly down toward the Brandenburg gate, I could see pedestrians stopping and staring in awe, as this motorcade processed along, by the time he pulled up outside the Adlon, a large crowd had come to look, thankfully at the two cars and not the guys in grey suits inside; yes grey suits, thank god they had worn grey suits. I made my way to the Hotel foyer to meet them, Ernst marched through the opened doors, Karl beside him, his face broke into a great smile when he saw me

‘Ha, I bet we had you worried’ we all hugged then Ernst grabbed my hand and hugged me tightly ‘thank you’ he whispered in my ear.

The other Old Ones arrived and the ceremony took place, as pleased as I was, I felt the need to get back home. I left in the early afternoon, Zeke and the three dogs beside me, we began our drive to the coast and home.      

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Cal nosed the mule under the bar as he turned into Heaven. Looking up, he saw the weathered chunk of wood on which he’d carefully carved the word “Paradise” when he’d first come to live with the Cowdens. Looking beyond that, up the length of the valley and then even higher, up the flanks of snowcapped Hahn’s Peak, his heart went zing as it always had at the first glimpse of the sun rising in Antelope Gap. Paradise. Looks were deceptive. Neither Paradise nor Heaven any more. He wished he had time to change that sign to “Hell.” It had been one of the few things that Lizbeth and Henry had struggled over—whether the name was to be Paradise or Heaven—and even there it was more banter than fight. Paradise it had been—at least until there was no one to argue with Pa; everyone in the valley called it Heaven now, but Cal hadn’t bothered to change the sign. He thought now, that it was his way of agreeing with Lizbeth. She always got the short end of the stick living here. She might as well have naming rights. He’d refer to it as that from now on except to those who already knew it as Heaven.

“Don’t know what the fuss was all about,” Cal muttered to himself—as he so often did as he entered under the name plaque. As he saw the deteriorating farmhouse and the shed, only a third done and he was out of lumber already, bitter bile rose in Cal’s crop, and a shiver of fear and dread—and of deep regret for what was unfolding—ran up his spine as his eyes came down from the majestic heights of Hahn’s Peak. His attention moved, caught by movement, to the glitter on the slopes of the upper valley that he knew could not be explained by the fingers of sunlight peeking through the gap and glinting off the roof of the Estes place—and then up the dirt track to the weathered wooden, slightly leaning family house. And his gaze moved at last to the old man sitting, leg propped up on a flour barrel, rifle across his lap in the old rocking chair of granddad Isaiah’s that Lizbeth and Henry brought all the way out from Pennsylvania on the wagon.

“Damn stubborn old coot,” Cal groused under his breath as he cantered the mule, foaming at the mouth and shuddering at the withers after the mad dash up from Hattie Anderson’s, where Cal had been helping round up the livestock, what was left of them. It had taken him far too long getting Mrs. Anderson out of the house. And then even more precious time aiding in herding sheep and the old woman alike up the shale-sided shanks of the western valley wall, toward the hidden wagon trail through Mint Creek gap that had been hooked into the road down into Craig just for this possibility. It was a trail that all of the sheep ranchers and homesteaders had carefully kept secret from the cattlemen. Or at least they hoped they had. Cal, in turn, had kept his own route to the east on the slopes of Hahn’s Peak as his own secret escape track.

Craig, in the northwest corner of the new state, was a center for the sheep trade. It was about the safest place any of the sheep people and homesteaders could go now until the federal troops arrived—if those troops ever got sent here. For all Cal knew, it could be like the Indians. The government might just leave it for the strongest to do the whittling down and then just come in and put its stamp on a deed already done.

Cal tried to stare the old man down as he approached the porch. Riding the fences of the land he’d had plowed, thinking he might switch over to farming, and at his age. And his feeble mental condition. Just like Cal had told him not to do when he’d gone down to Hayden. Henry had done that while Cal was at the Double O ranch. Cal would never have let Henry go out to the fenced field if he’d been here. Of course Henry would break a leg. And at the thought of the word “fences,” the bile at last surfaced, and Cal leaned over and spat it out on the dusty dirt that had once been his playground. Fences. It was all because of the fences. And that Homestead Law. They’d all managed before that—not all that fine, but they’d never come close to anything like today.

Cal was beyond the end of his rope on any of this business.

“Hope you’re not thinkin’ of sittin’ there and restin’ that mule all day, son.” The voice was raspy, old—rough, but his foster father’s affectionate tone, not the one he used when he wanted to get your attention real fast. The dust of forty years of hard scrabbling sheep herding in his throat.

“Sorry it took so long, Pa. Mrs. Anderson had to be pulled out of there clawing and scratching, the old biddy.”

“Always did like that Hattie,” Henry said with a low chuckle. “That girl had spunk.”

“Pa, don’t you think it’s time to . . .” The mule shied and Cal had to reach a soothing hand down on its neck to calm it. The mule’s nose was twitching, not liking the scent on the breeze wafting down the valley, bringing images of smoke and heat—and fear and death.

“The widow Thornton down at the schoolhouse will be needing help, Cal. That passel of young ones she’s got are probably running in all directions. And best you get a move on. Not much time now.” This caused them both to look up the valley. Pockets of flame—mere small bonfires from their perspective—dotted the sides of the valley slopes. They both knew better, though. The Estes place. It hadn’t been sunlight.

“The widow Thornton? The schoolhouse and the orphans?” Cal answered with a snort, tearing his eyes from what he didn’t want to see. “They wouldn’t. Surely they couldn’t—”

“Never can tell. Not when blood is on the rise like it is today, son,” Henry responded. He grimaced and loosened his grip on the rifle he had been holding tightly across his lap. Then he reached out and rearranged his leg on the flour barrel top to a more bearable position.

“Damn cattlemen,” Cal growled. The mere thought raised more bile, which, leaning out from the side of the mule, he spat out on the ground.

“Don’t curse them, son.” Henry’s voice was stern. “And not in hearin’ distance of the house. Your ma never could abide no cursin’ this damn close to the house. No, cattle and fences don’t mix. The cattlemen always had a point there.”

Cal had very reason to curse the cattlemen, but that wasn’t something he was going to tell Henry about. “Then fuck those interferers down in the capital,” Cal persisted. He’d kept it in too long. He was to the bursting point.

“Them neither, Cal. They done what they thought was best.”

“But why, Pa?”

“Sometimes there ain’t a good answer to the question ‘why,’ son. Farms need fences just as much as cattle and sheep need open range. And the cattlemen claim the sheep shear the pasture too close for it to be any good to cattle. The three just don’t go together. And there’re more folks movin’ in from the East all the time. And they have to eat every day; they can’t wait for the end of a cattle drive to get their next meal. They need the farms and lamb to eat when the cattle are needed to produce cash. Cattle have been king around here, but time and need bring changes no matter what we like or don’t like. Passin’ a law requiring a homestead claim to be fenced just gave point to the inevitable. If anyone is to blame for that, it’s the claim jumpers. The cattlemen knows the fences change the balance. It’s man’s curse to think he can fix everything. Sometimes life is just too big for mere man.”

“Where are John and Harv?” Cal asked, wanting to change the subject—wanting to change everything, in fact, but helpless in the wanting.

“I sent them out an hour or two ago. Up over the Mint Creek divide.”

“Well, I’d best go around and fetch the wagon, and then we’ll go on to the schoolhouse and be on our way after we gather up Mrs. Thornton and the children,” Cal said after giving Henry a hard look.

“I sent John and Harv in the wagon, son. They needed it for Lizbeth’s fancies.”

“Lizbeth’s fancies?” Cal was incredulous, nearly overcome with frustration and powerlessness.

“She’d never forgive me if those got scorched.”

That had done it. The flash of an image of the unspoken future. Actually putting reality in that one word, “scorched.” Cal’s shoulders went down in defeat and tears welled up in his eyes. There was no hiding, and the options were all floating off in the ash-scented breeze. It was like Henry wanted to slam shut all of the trap doors.

The two faced off there, hopeless and seemingly helpless for the longest moment—Cal barely hanging onto his perch on the increasingly skittish mule and the old man motionless in his rocking chair, grimacing at every twitch in his shattered leg.

The moment was burst when Cal saw Henry’s gaze move off his face and to the left over his shoulder, up the valley. Cal turned to see the unmistakable flicker of flames in the uncomfortably near distance. “The Greiners?” he whispered, denoting a sheep ranch not more than five miles south of the schoolhouse.

“I reckon so,” Henry answered in a dry voice.

Cal slid down off the mule, tied the reins around the porch railing, and mounted the creaky porch stairs, headed for Lizbeth’s rocker on the other side of the doorway from where Henry sat. When he’d come off the horse, he’d pulled his rifle out of the saddle holster and carried it up onto the porch in the crook of his arm.

“What are you doin’, son?”

“I figure I’ll sit and rock with you for a while, Pa.”

“Don’t you sit down there now. I asked you to go help Mrs. Thornton and her children. You never disobeyed me before. Don’t make this the first time. And take the mare. That mule there looks spent—just like I feel.”

“But the mare’s yours, Pa. You’ve never let anyone else ride her after Ma—”

“Until now. I don’t think Lizbeth would want her here either. The mule’s fine with me now.”

Both stubborn as all get out, Cal thought. He had never heard such a deep and trembly voice from Henry before. Henry had always been in control. A rock.

“Pa . . .”

“Don’t you argue with me now. Lizbeth would never forgive me if I let you . . . if we didn’t do this charity for Mrs. Thornton and her children. Don’t forget who saved you and raised you well enough for us to take you.”

Cal was beyond exasperation. “Lizbeth’s dead, Pa. She’s been gone nearly these three years now. She’s dead and buried up there in the cottonwood grove, Pa.”

“Don’t . . . you . . .” Henry was angry now, angrier than Cal had ever seen him be. But as sudden as it had come on, it was just as quick to dissipate, and Cal watched his foster father age twenty years before his eyes.

“She’s not dead to me, son. Lizbeth’s alive to me. She’s more and more alive to me with each passing minute . . . now. And more to the point, she’s alive in you. Just because you didn’t come out of her don’t mean that she didn’t put all that was good in her into you too. And I want it to go on bein’ that way.”

“It ain’t worth it, Pa,” Cal persisted. “This little piece of scrub here in this valley just ain’t worth it.”

“All of our lives, Lizbeth and me worked hard to get to heaven son, and this is it. This is our heaven. I’ll not be cursin’ or spittin’ in the wind, but I’ll not be givin’ up on Heaven, either. Don’t deny me this dignity . . . or bring more grief to me than is necessary. Mrs. Thornton needs our help—your help. And time is runnin’ out. Now, you go on to the barn and bring out the mare. I suggest you not try to take Mrs. Thornton by the canyon road toward Dixon. There’s somethin’ nasty waiting for any folks trying to come out of the canyon—just like there is at the southern mouth of the valley. And you can’t use the hidden road most of them took across the western ridge to Craig either.”

“Why not?” Cal asked.

Henry lifted his rifle barrel and pointed it toward the western ridge. “Looks like the burnin’ has already come past where that trail starts over the ridge. Best way I can think of is straight up Slater Creek to Milo Mather’s mill. I don’t think they’ll go that high. But best keep on movin’ from there. There’s a logging trail from there meetin’ up with the new trail over the gap toward Hayden. Go on now. Make me proud, as I know you can.”

Cal knew all about that logging trail, and Henry knew he did—when Henry was all here. But Henry was slipping away from Cal.

It was the hardest tug Cal had ever had on the commandment to honor your pa and ma for him to bring out the mare, guide her under the Paradise sign, and not look back to catch the tears in Henry’s eyes.

Just as Henry had thought, the widow Thornton was beside herself with useless action when Cal got to the schoolhouse—not that she would be useless in her own action, but the children had no concept of impending disaster and were giving her fits. But just seeing salvation coming down the road on his mare was enough to put her action to better use in gathering up the children and figuring out at last how to yoke the old gelding to the wagon.

“Here, let me help you up into the wagon,” Cal was saying as he heard the rifle shots echoing off the mountain walls and noticed Mrs. Thornton’s attention go up the valley and her eyes open wide.

“Isn’t that . . . ?” she muttered in a tremulous voice.

Cal looked around, and he almost collapsed against the wagon at the sight of the flames rising above the knoll just over two miles away. Since his youth he’d been able to locate his family’s homestead from any point he happened to be standing in up and down the valley.

“Yes,” he managed with a clutch in his throat. “I think that’s Heaven.” God, he thought, they are coming down from the north too. He must have made it on the road just before they got to Henry’s place.

“Heaven,” Mrs. Thornton said, drawing the word out long as if it was the last word she expected to be hearing that day—which, no doubt, it was. And then they both took in the full view of the valley stretching out to the south of them, from the sun on the rise to the east, its radiant beams glittering off the snowcap of the majestic Hahn’s Peak and then sinking down into the deceptively beautiful, green valley, its slopes and undulating floor dotted with a hundred bonfires of the dying homesteads.

“I had never thought I’d actually see it,” Mrs. Thornton said in a small, awe-filled voice. “But there it is, yes. Heaven. Heaven descending into Hell on earth. But why?”

“Why?” Cal asked, his voice choked with tears for the paradise that was lost. “A stubborn old coot once told me that sometimes there isn’t a good answer to the question ‘why,’ Mrs. Thornton. Sometimes life is just too big for mere man. I reckon he knew what he was talking about.”

“I just don’t know, Cal,” she said. “It makes a person just want to sit down and let it wash over them.”

Cal’s thoughts went back to Henry. That’s exactly what he’d done.

Mrs. Thornton must have read his thoughts, because she then said in a voice with a catch in it, “Henry?”

Cal gave her a look that told her all she needed to know. Then the two boys of the six children they had in the wagon began scrapping and this brought Cal back into the world.

Mrs. Thornton staggered back and she leaned into the tail of wagon, her shoulders going down in defeat. Cal gently reached over and pulled her back onto her feet.

“You’ve got these children to get to safety, Mrs. Thornton. You’ve taken care of them so long already that it would be a waste not to get them out of here. Up in the wagon with you, now, and let’s head on up the slope to Mather’s mill.”

Half way up the track to the mill, they met Frank riding hell for leather down from the mill. He pulled his horse up short a few yards from the wagon.

Cal’s hand instinctively reached for the stock of his rifle where it was sheathed at the side of the saddle. Frank equaled cattleman in his brain. But he just couldn’t do it. If this was it, he wasn’t going to fight.

But Frank sat there on his horse, not pulling his rifle out either.

“Frank. I thought you—” Cal started to say.

“It’s just not right, Cal. This just ain’t right. I came to see what I could do.”

“We’re trying to get these children out of the valley,” Cal said. “This doesn’t have anything to do with them.”

“Then let’s do it,” Frank said, turning his horse around to move back up hill.

They made it up past the lumber mill camp and onto the logging trail before Frank’s horse reared up, and he started to pull his rifle out of his saddle holster.

Cal almost was too late in raising a hand and crying out. “Wait. Frank! Don’t. He’s my campmate.”

“Your what?” Frank exclaimed. Although the declaration was enough to keep him from pulling the rifle—at least for now. It helped that Ilesh looked like he wasn’t carrying a weapon of any kind and he had an arm in a sling.

“I was raised with him among the Arapaho. He is as one with me. I can’t explain it any better.”

“Jivin,” Ilesh called out from the opening to the Arapaho path up the mountain from the logging trail. “You’re safe. I was coming for you.”

Despite everything that was happening, Cal’s spirit soared. He wasn’t alone. Two men who meant a great deal to him had come for him.

Mrs. Thornton had thrown herself protectively over the children when she’d first seen the Arapaho brave half hidden in the trees, but she relaxed noticeably at Cal’s explanation of who Ilesh was, fully aware of his story and having heard that all was not a trial in the life Cal had led in the tribe.

“I told you down, when we were in the lean-to, that I had been raised in my first years in an Arapaho tribe, Frank. Ilesh is my Arapaho campmate. All of the children of the tribe are raised together and grow close to each other. But what has happened to you, Ilesh? Your arm.”

“It’s the shoulder, Jivin, and it is healing. It was a clean wound. I was shot from a distance on the mountain near to where you left it to travel over the plain to the town you were going to.”

“You followed me. I told you not to.”

“I had to know you were safe.”

“The new grave at the camp,” Cal said. “I thought that maybe—”

“I came into the camp and found the old man had died. I had visited him before and we had become friends. I buried him.”

“Ah,” was all Cal could say. “But your shoulder. How could you—?”

“I didn’t say it was easy,” Ilesh said, with a bit of a twinkle in his eye. “It had to be done.” He changed the subject. “Is it safe for you to go beyond the mountain?”

This was the question that had plagued Cal the whole time since they had started up the mountain. Even following the logging trail that met up with the track going toward Hayden would mean they’d have to go over Double O land. And Hayden itself was Double O territory. Savage’s men were busy in the valley, but they would be going back to the Double O and to Hayden eventually. Would Cal have time to move on? He turned and looked to Frank, who shrugged and looked worried.

“We could chance it.” Frank said. “Leave this woman and the children in Hayden and then go farther west together. Surely they wouldn’t harm a woman and children in Hayden. They aren’t of either the sheepherders or the farmers. We might have time, but . . .”

“But if they intercepted us and I was with you, no one in the group would fare well, would they?” Cal said.

Frank just looked at him and shrugged.

Then Ilesh spoke gently, “They might be better just with this man, Jivin. You can come up the mountain with me. You would be safe with me, at least for now. And this woman and these children would be safer from here without you.”

Cal looked at Mrs. Thornton now. “It wouldn’t be just me and the children, Caleb,” she said. “You are one of my children too. Your safety is just as important to me. Go with your Arapaho campmate.”

“You need to decide,” Ilesh said quietly. “They may not be content to stay in the valley. They may come up the mountain looking for stragglers such as these.”

Cal made his decision. He hoped that Ilesh wouldn’t know how painful the decision was for him until later, when they were alone. “Take them, Frank. But when you get off the mountain, don’t turn toward Hayden. None of you will be safe there. Head east for Steamboat and then take them all the way to Denver.”

“If that’s what you want,” Frank said, a bit of sadness evident in his voice.

“And, Frank. When you get to Denver. Stay there. I will find you.”

Frank’s face opened up into a broad smile and, with one long look back at Cal, he started to get the wagon moving again south along the logging trail.

Cal turned and looked at Ilesh, whose face showed an emotion he’d never seen before but that set into its normal calm and determination to adjust to the reality of the world. Cal wouldn’t have to tell Ilesh. Ilesh had figured it out for himself—and would be the first to acknowledge that Cal going to his own kind in Denver would be all for the best.

“We go to the valley beyond the mountain now. You will be safe there,” Ilesh said, as he and Cal started up the narrow path toward the tree line.

“We can’t go far, for a few days or more, Ilesh,” Cal said. “I must go back. I have money buried at the ranch. I’ll need it.”

Ilesh stopped and put a hand on Cal’s arm. “I know you need to go back for more than money.”

“Yes,” Cal said in almost a whisper. “Henry will want to rest beside Lizbeth. But I swear, Ilesh, I then will be done with the past and all of this cattlemen, sheepmen, homesteader business.”

“And also with the Arapaho?” Ilesh asked.

“No, never with you,” Cal said, answering the question that Ilesh could not directly ask. “Even when I’ve gone to Denver—and, yes, to that man who was just here, to Frank—I will still come back to you, again and again. Sometimes I think that when I lived among your people was the only time I truly was in a civilized world. I don’t want to lose that—or you.”

“I am content,” Ilesh said. And this simple statement lifted a great burden off Cal’s heart.

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The story is told in alternating points of view from chapter to chapter.

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Chapter 1 – Frank

“Tell me you’re not wearing that to the party, Frank,” my younger brother Joe said, casting a disapproving look at the Navy blue shirt I was tucking into my tan chinos.

“What?” I asked, as I buttoned and zipped my jeans and then reached for my belt.

Joe cocked an eyebrow as he walked into my bedroom. “A polo shirt? And tucked in? You need to loosen up, Frank. This is a party, not a meeting at City Hall.”

“I look fine,” I said, glancing confidently at myself in the mirror as I threaded my belt through the loops of my pants. “Besides, if I was going to a meeting at City Hall I’d be wearing my suit.”

“Of course you would,” Joe said as he gave me an ‘Are you for real?’ look and muttered, “you’re such a nerd,” under his breath. I narrowed my eyes at him but he just grinned, checked his hair in the mirror (it was perfect, as always), and plopped down on my bed. “I still can’t believe we got invited to a party at Mikey Griffin’s house. I thought he’d still be sore at us.”

Joe was referring to Mike Griffin who, along with Luke Costigan, Jeff Steffen, and Neal “Neanderthal” Bunyan – all classmates of mine and members of the Bayport High football team – had been given detention six months ago when the school learned (thanks to mine and Joe’s investigation) that they were responsible for dropping rotten eggs into the school library book return box, dyeing the water in the school swimming pool neon pink, and a whole host of other pranks.

“Me too,” I agreed as I studied my dark brown hair in the mirror, making sure it lay just right, “but it seems like everything’s blown over. I mean it’s been months. I’m sure they’ve matured and moved on.”

“Yup, I think you’re right,” Joe agreed, nodding as he ran a hand through his hair. He said excitedly, “I can’t wait for tonight.”

“You’d better get ready then. We don’t want to be late.”

“I am ready,” he said, hopping off the bed and brashly nudging me aside to check his hair one last time. “Let’s go.”

“That’s what you’re wearing?” I asked incredulously. “Jeans and a t-shirt?”

“Why not?”

I just shook my head. “Because I bet everybody there will be dressed a lot smarter than that.”

“Whatever,” Joe retorted, rolling his eyes. “Your fly’s open, bro.”

I looked down, my hand moving automatically to my zipper. Joe playfully tapped my nose, “Gotcha!”

I glared at him. “Not funny.”

“It was kind of funny.”

I didn’t respond and he rolled his eyes again as he followed me out of the room to say good-bye to our parents. “Don’t be so uptight.”

“Remember what I’ve told you two about underage drinking, boys,” our father, famous private detective Fenton Hardy, said sternly.

“Dad!” Joe and I cried out at the same time.

“Underage drinking is against the law,” I pointed out and Joe nodded in agreement. “And stupid.”

“Well, don’t stay out too late,” our mom called after us as we were walking out the door. “We have church in the morning.”

“Don’t worry, Mom,” Joe and I said, again in unison.

Chapter 2 – Joe

Frank’s smartphone was ringing as we got into his car. “Oh hey, Luke,” he said as he closed the door and reached for his seatbelt. “Sure, we can pick up some soda. A couple two-liter bottles of Cherry Cola Blast? You bet, it’s our favorite.”

As we drove to the grocery store, I reflected on our conversation earlier. While it’s true that Frank and I have solved many cases over the years, as Bayport’s foremost teenage private detectives we’ve also taken it upon ourselves to investigate whenever a prank or something mysterious happens around school. We feel like it’s our duty. Besides, the Hardy Boys love a good mystery! Needless to say, however, we aren’t always popular with some of our classmates, especially not the pranksters because they usually get detention and sometimes even a suspension. And that’s in addition to any punishment they might get at home! And although our principal and our father always assure us that we’re doing the right thing, I know that kids, boys especially, sometimes feel resentment and harbor a natural urge for revenge. So, imagine my surprise then when Luke Costigan and Neanderthal – Neal’s not a Neanderthal (he’s just built like one) – sought me out after the basketball game Monday night to bury the hatchet. I was even more surprised, and flattered, the next day when they approached me and Frank in the cafeteria and invited us to a party at Mikey Griffin’s house Saturday night, an invitation I readily accepted since Mikey’s younger sister Jen, would be there.

For the rest of the week it seemed all Frank and I could do was talk about the party. Naively, neither of us ever considered the possibility that the whole thing could be a set-up and that we Hardy Boys were about to receive our comeuppance!

“Wow,” I said under my breath as Frank pulled up to the curb in front of Mikey Griffin’s house, a large Tudor-style mansion set back from the street that took up half the block. “Check out this house, bro!”

“I didn’t realize Mikey lived in Bayport Heights,” Frank said as he grabbed the drinks from the back seat and the two of us walked up the sidewalk. Mikey opened the door just as we were about to knock.

“Hey guys,” he said, his huge linebacker frame filling the door, “glad you could make it.”

“Thanks for inviting us!” I enthused, reaching out to fist-bump him, noting how big his hand was compared to mine. I was six feet tall and Frank was six foot one, but we were both dwarfed by Mikey’s looming figure.

“Yeah, thanks,” Frank said. “Um, hey… There’s not going to be any, um, drinking here, is there? It’s just that –”

“No,” Luke interrupted, squeezing next to Mikey in the doorway, a big smile on his face. Like Mikey, Luke – the team quarterback – also seemed to tower over us. “Nobody inside has been drinking or will be drinking tonight.”

“Oh, okay, cool. Thanks,” Frank said, returning a tight-lipped smile and ignoring the exasperated look I shot him. He extended his hand and Luke shook it awkwardly. Oh, Frank.

“Come on in,” Mikey invited, stepping back so we could enter. He took the sodas from Frank. “I’ll take these to the kitchen and bring you guys a drink. Everybody’s in the living room.”

Frank and I looked around, spying Jeff Steffen and Neanderthal, as well as Jamie King, Penelope Chung, and Jen. All three girls were in my junior class.

“Sweet!” I whispered to Frank as I smiled and waved to the girls.

We made small talk for a few minutes until Luke and Mikey came back from the kitchen with mine and Frank’s drinks. Luke was grinning.

“I can’t wait,” he said to Mikey in a low voice I could barely hear. “Jeff and Neanderthal are all set.”

“Cool. The girls, too,” Mikey said.

I wasn’t sure what they meant and before I had a chance to ask, they’d joined the rest of us and handed Frank and me our glasses.

“Thanks,” I said, accepting my cup and taking a drink.

“Huh, this tastes different than usual,” Frank noted, scrunching up his nose. He licked his lips and took another sip.

“I think they changed the formula,” Mikey said.

“Yeah, I think I heard something about that,” Luke said. “You know how the soda companies are always coming up with new flavors and stuff.”

“Well, I like it,” I said, taking a big drink.

Chapter 3 – Frank

For the next hour or so we all hung out in the living room, joking and talking while we snacked on chips and nuts.

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I got back I grabbed my drink and joined Joe, Neal and Luke. Joe gave me his ‘Are you for real?’ look again, rolling his eyes as I approached. “Your fly’s open, bro,” he snorted, loud enough for Luke and Neal to hear. I shot him a narrow-eyed stare and ignored him.

“No dude, really,” Neal laughed a few moments later, clapping me on the back, his voice louder than it needed to be. “Your zipper’s down for real.”

I was mortified and mumbled my thanks to Neal as I quickly zipped up. I could hear a few chuckles from where the girls were gathered – great, they heard, and probably saw, too – and glared at Joe.

“What?” he said, holding up his hands innocently. “I tried to tell you.” I shook my head and took a drink.

A few minutes later Joe turned to me, “These chips and nuts are really salty,” he whispered as he finished his second drink. “Should we say something?”

“No,” I said under my breath, draining the rest of my drink, my second as well. “That would be rude.” Neither of us were aware at the time that Mikey had added extra salt to the bowls of chips and mixed nuts he’d put in front of us, or that he and Luke had spiked our drinks with alcohol!

At that moment Jeff came out with a fresh round of drinks for everybody. He had a weird smile on his face as he set the tray down on the table.

“What are you smirking about?” Neal asked him, leaning close. I couldn’t catch what they said, but the other guys must have because they all laughed.

I looked at Joe and then to the guys. “What’s so–”

“Hey girls,” Jen said loudly, interrupting me mid-question. “Let’s go hang out in my room. It’s getting boring in here.”

Joe’s shoulders slumped and he frowned.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Penelope said, as she and Jamie got up and followed Jen.

“You wanna come Joe?” Jen called over her shoulder, coyly biting her lower lip.

Joe’s blue eyes sparkled and his face lit up. “Sure!” He turned to me, waggling his eyebrows as he gave me a nudge, grabbed his drink, and practically scampered down the hall behind the girls. That’s my brother – totally girl crazy!

With the girls and Joe gone, the conversation quickly shifted to ‘locker room talk’ as the four football players began talking about different girls from school. Now I’m a virgin (both of us Hardy Boys are, as a matter of fact, although I have to admit Joe is much less awkward around girls than I am) and all this talk was new to me, so I just sat there, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, listening with rapt attention as the guys exchanged story after story of their sexual exploits. Normally I’d have found these kinds of stories and comments crude and would’ve either changed the subject or asked the guys to show a little respect, but apparently the alcohol I’d been unknowingly consuming for the past hour had impaired my moral compass.

As each of the guys took his turn regaling the group with yet another tale of conquest, clinking glasses and toasting, I got so caught up listening – my inexperienced and supremely horny brain soaking it all in – that I didn’t even realize I was palming myself through my chinos!

Before I knew it, my glass was empty and Mikey was up getting me another refill. While I waited for my drink I realized all the sex talk was making me hard and I blushed when I felt the swell and tingle in my suddenly too tight briefs. My face felt hot and flushed and I was sure the guys could see how red I was. I looked around discretely, but nobody seemed to notice.

We – I should say, they – continued to talk, and when I was halfway through my next drink I found I needed to use the bathroom again. “Hey Mikey, where’s the bathroom?” I asked. “I got lost last time.”

“Second door on the left,” he replied, pointing down the hall.

I set my glass down and stood up. I swayed. “Whoah, head rush,” I mumbled as I put a hand on Luke’s shoulder to steady myself, not noticing the glances and smirks the four guys exchanged.

I was a little wobbly and felt light-headed as I made my way to the bathroom, but I just chalked it up to standing up so quickly. After all, we’d been sitting around for a while.

When I unzipped I realized I had a full-on erection and my briefs seemed barely able to contain it! “Oh no!” I mumbled, “I better not let the guys see me like this!”

I finished my business, tucked myself back into my briefs, and made sure to zip up this time, although it was a bit of a struggle to get the zipper over the giant bulge in my pants. I checked myself in the mirror as I washed my hands, making sure my hard-on wasn’t too obvious. I contemplated leaving my shirt untucked but quickly discarded the idea because that would draw attention to my condition.

I returned to the living room so focused on trying to will my erection to go down that I didn’t realize the dizzy feeling hadn’t gone away.

“Thought you got lost again,” Neal said when he spied me coming into the living room. He stood to meet me and handed me my now topped-off glass. “Drink up, buddy,” he said, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and tapping his glass to mine before taking a long drink.

The word ‘buddy’ and Neal’s – Neanderthal’s – gesture warmed me and I smiled, tilting my head back and taking a long drink. Like Mikey, Neal was a linebacker on the team, and I found I had to look up to meet his gaze. He smiled and I found myself getting lost in his eyes. Then my elbow was suddenly jostled and I lost my balance, falling back onto the couch, Cherry Cola Blast sloshing out of the cup and all over the front of my shirt.

“Oh shoot!” I said as I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and looked down at the large wet spot on my shirt.

“Uh oh!” Neanderthal exclaimed. “Looks like Frank’s had an accident.”

“Here, let’s get that shirt off you,” Luke said, leaping to his feet. He and Neanderthal tugged my polo shirt out of my pants and pulled it up over my head, causing me to drop my glass, the rest of my drink spilling all over my lap, just barely missing my crotch!

“Whoopsie!” Luke said. He tossed my wet shirt aside and pulled me back up to my feet. “Better get these pants off you too!”

I felt dazed. Things were definitely moving too fast for my alcohol-infused brain to process. I leaned back against Neanderthal and watched dumbly as Luke unbuckled my belt and undid the button on my pants.

“What do we have here?” he called out loudly after he’d unzipped my pants and yanked them down below my knees. He stepped back and pointed at me. Then he and all the guys burst out laughing. “You still wear tighty whities, Frank?”

The laughter finally seemed to break the spell I’d been under and I suddenly realized my predicament. “Uh, guys…” I said, nervously running a hand through my short, dark hair.

There was a wolf-whistle and then Mikey walked up and put his hand on my bicep. He gave it a squeeze. “Whoah, who knew you were so built, Hardy!”

“Yeah, look at you,” Jeff agreed, tracing his fingers lightly over my abs and pecs. “You’re pretty cut.”

Now, normally I’m not shy about my body, but then I don’t parade it around like Joe does. I only ever go shirtless at the beach or the pool at the Y, or in the gym Joe and I set up in our basement. But here, with my shirt off and my pants around my ankles and sporting an erection – a very inconvenient one, I might add – I was feeling more than a little self-conscious. I put my hands over my crotch.

Somebody patted my behind and then pinched it. I yelped and jumped as I rubbed my butt. Then Neanderthal – I was still leaning against him – reached around and rolled my nipple between his index finger and thumb, and then gave it a slight tug. His fingers were cold, like he’d been holding an ice cube or something, and the rubbery flesh of my nipple hardened. I groaned and could feel myself twitch in my briefs. What the heck?

“Oh shit, did you see that?” Jeff cried out. “Hardy’s got a boner and it just moved. Do that thing with his nipple again, Neanderthal.” Neal rolled my other nipple and then gently flicked both of them before rubbing circles around them with the big blunt tip of his finger. I moaned again, but this time I felt a tiny dollop of pre-ejaculate shoot into my briefs!

Suddenly all eyes were now focused on the bulge in my tight white briefs. I looked down and my jaw dropped when I saw my penis visibly lurch in my underwear. “Oh no,” I groaned.

“Oh my god!” Mikey laughed and the rest of the guys joined in.

“Hardy’s gotta boner,” Jeff sing-songed. “Hardy’s gotta a boner!”

“From now on we’re gonna call you Frank Hard-on,” Luke taunted, patting my upper arm.

Neanderthal continued to play with my nipples and darn if I didn’t grunt again and – oh no! – squirted off another shot into my shorts! I looked down and there was a small wet spot where my erection was pushing out the cotton of my tight white briefs like a railroad spike. The guys were cracking up.

I suddenly felt warm. What was happening? Why was the room spinning? Why did it feel like my nipples were connected to my penis? Every time Neanderthal touched them I could feel my pulse pounding in my erection. That couldn’t be normal! Surely Dad would’ve said something about it when he had the ‘Birds and the Bees talk’ with me!

“Okay stop, Neanderthal,” Mikey laughed. “That’s totally gay. Quit it before he splooges all over my mom’s new carpet!” He pulled his phone out and looked at the screen. He smiled, pocketed it and walked down the hall to Jen’s bedroom.

There was more laughter, another goosed butt cheek, more tweaked nipples, and more pre-ejaculate in my briefs. I struggled to free myself.

“Okay, you guys had your fun,” I said, surprised that my voice came out in a slur. It took several long seconds, during which I heard a crash and a loud voice down the hall, but I finally manage to twist out of Neal’s hold and bent down to pull up my pants. I lost my balance and fell against Luke, the two of us tumbling awkwardly onto the couch where I somehow ended up sprawled face down across his lap. I tried to get up but he held me firmly in place.

“Let me up, will ya guys?” I called out as I felt hands working at my shoelaces. Soon my shoes were tugged off along with my socks and then my pants were whipped all the way off, leaving me in nothing but my tight white briefs, bent over Luke’s lap, my butt high in the air and exposed for everybody to see. I struggled frantically to free myself but to no avail. “Come on guys, fun’s over!”

Chapter 4 – Joe

Down the hall in Jen’s room I was chatting away excitedly with the three girls. I’m naturally more outgoing and effusive than Frank is, and I babbled on animatedly, oblivious to the looks the three girls were exchanging. As we talked, they encouraged me to finish my soda and when I did Jen brought me another.

I couldn’t believe my good luck to be in such close quarters with these girls, especially Jen Griffin! So when she suggested a game of strip poker, I didn’t hesitate at all!

“Sure!” I agreed eagerly, feeling strangely uninhibited and a bit warm. I had no idea my drinks had been spiked and that I was half-way to being smashed.

The girls squealed and clapped. “It’s all set then,” Jen declared, “girls against boys.”

“But there’s just one of me,” I pointed out, taking another sip of my drink and brushing a stray lock of hair out of my eyes. “How does that work?”

Penelope gave me a look that had ‘duh’ written all over it (I recognized it as a look Frank oftentimes casts my way) and explained. “If you win, we girls all have to take off one piece of clothing. If we win, you have to take off two.”

“Two? Why two?”

She gave me another look and Jamie jumped in. “Because there are only three of us and one of you.”

“Oh, okay,” I said slowly. Even if my brain hadn’t been marinating in booze for the last hour or so, I doubt I’d have seen the error in her ‘logic’ because the tingling in my crotch and my rapidly shrinking briefs were distracting me.

The girls lost the first hand and flicked funny looks amongst themselves as they took off their shirts. My eyes goggled as they revealed colorful sports bras and I felt my sudden erection pushing painfully against the zipper of my jeans. Uh oh! I had no idea that along with lacing mine and Frank’s drinks with alcohol, they’d also slipped us some kind of erectile dysfunction medication! I just gulped and smiled. I was super-amped at the prospect of seeing these three cuties naked, but my brain was too foggy to think straight and before I knew it I lost the next three hands in a row!

The girls cooed and clapped as I took off my shoes and socks. With their urging and prodding I made a bit of a production of taking my shirt off, even whooping while I whirled it over my head and making my pecs bounce, something I’ve been practicing (the pec-bounce, not the shirt-whirling) for a while.

“Ooooh!” Jen cooed as she scooched over next to me. “Do that again,” she said and I made my pec jiggle again.

“Does Frank have as good a body as you?” she asked. “Maybe we should’ve invited him too.”

“Frank?” I laughed. “No. I mean yes, he’s got an okay body I guess, but he’s shy around girls.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Jen said. “You Hardy Brothers are pretty cute. Anyway, let’s get on with the game. Maybe we’ll invite Frank in for the next one!”

The next one? I could hardly believe I was playing THIS one!

Down to just my jeans, which were sporting a sizable bulge, I knew I needed to concentrate on my cards if I had any hopes at all of turning this game around. But the sight of all those perky breasts just a few feet away as well as my own increasingly throbbing erection proved too big a distraction, and before I knew it, Jen laid down the winning hand.

“Pay up, Joe,” she said coyly. Her eyes lit with amusement when I climbed to my feet. I felt a little unsteady as I clumsily worked open the button of my jeans.

“Come on, don’t stop now,” the girls urged me on. “Take it off! Take it off!” I grinned widely, any inhibitions I had now gone, as I fumbled with my zipper, flashing the white of my briefs flirtatiously before I began to push my jeans down over the curve of my butt.

Suddenly the door burst open and Mikey Griffin roared into the room. “What the heck is going on in here!” he thundered when he caught sight of me with my pants halfway down my hips.

“What’re you doing to my sister?” he bellowed. His booming voice startled me and I fell backward onto Jen’s bed. Mikey grabbed my arm and hauled me to my feet and out the door, my pants wide open and sliding down my legs. Worst of all, I had an erection that was jutting out against my tight white briefs like a tent pole!

I yelped and tried to pull my jeans up but they’d slid all the way down to my ankles and I couldn’t reach them without falling on my butt. “Um, hey Mikey, hold up!” I cried as I hobbled along behind the fast-moving senior. “Let me pull my pants up!”

But he ignored me as he dragged me, struggling, down the hall toward the living room. Now, I’m six feet tall and I hit the gym in our basement along with Frank on a regular basis, but I was no match for Mikey. He manhandled me like I was nothing! So I followed, my free arm flapping, unaware that the girls were just steps behind.

“Let me up, will ya guys? Come on guys, fun’s over!” I heard Frank’s voice pleading when we reached the living room. I looked up and saw that he was sprawled face down over Luke Costigan’s lap, his butt high in the air and his arms flailing. He was in nothing but his underwear! What the heck?!

“Frank?” I called, my voice slurring, as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. “Bro? What’s–”

But I was cut off as Mikey picked me up and hauled me to the couch across from where Luke and Frank were. He sat down and pulled me across his lap.

“Hey!” I sputtered indignantly. “Let me up!”

Mikey snapped the elastic waistband of my underwear and laughed. “What’s with you Hardy Brothers and tighty whities? Does your mommy buy them for you?”

“Stop that!” I cried out. “Who cares who buys my underwe– ow!” I yelped as he snapped the elastic again and I tried to bat his hand away. “Cut that out, dude! What’s going on?”

“Payback is what’s going on,” Luke said as Mikey held me in place with one hand and stripped my jeans the rest of the way off with the other.

I opened my mouth to say something but it dried up in my throat when I saw Jen, Penelope, and Jamie standing a few feet away, holding up their smartphones, giggling at mine and Frank’s predicament!

Chapter 5 – Frank

I heard Joe call my name and turned to see Mikey practically dragging him into the living room. Joe was in just his underwear. Well, technically he was wearing pants, but they were down around his ankles. Where were the rest of his clothes? What the heck had he been doing in Jen’s bedroom?

“Quit that!” I heard him cry out. “What’s going on?”

“Payback is what’s going on,” Luke said.

I looked up at him. “Payback?” I croaked, my voice shooting up almost an octave.

“Yep! When you two ratted me out my dad beat my ass so hard I could barely sit for a week!” he said, raising his right hand high over my brief-clad butt.

“Same here,” Mikey said, assuming a similar position with Joe. “Then he and my mom took my car away for a month!”

There was more grumbling as Neal and Jeff shared similar stories of the punishments they’d received for the various pranks for which we’d turned them in.

“Nobody likes a narc,” Jeff declared. And then, as if on cue, Luke’s hand came down in a wide arc and cracked sharply against my butt.

WHACK!

“Yeowtch!!”

“But you know what’s worse than a narc?” Neanderthal said as I watched him lift Joe’s chin with his index finger and stare into his eyes.

“Two narcs!” the girls cried out in unison just as Mikey’s hand made contact with Joe’s bottom.

SMACK!

“Oww!!”

“Let’s see how you Hardys like it,” Luke said as he continued to paddle my backside.

WHACK!

I let out a huge groan. “Nnnoooo!”

“Give you a taste of how it feels. See how you like it!”

WHACK!

The next spank hit the middle of my butt.

“Stop!!” I yelped.

Luke lay the next three swats at the leg openings where the fabric of my briefs met the tender skin of my upper thighs.

WHACK!

SMACK!

THWACK!

“Oooo-uh-ow-ow-ooooo-uh-stopit-uh-uh-staaaph!!” I cried out.

He hit me once more, square in the middle of my butt, which, by now, I could feel heating up.

WHACK!

“Ow!!!”

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

He rained down another quick succession of spankings on my buttocks.

“Nnnnn-uh-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!! Stop! Stop it!! Ow!!!! Uh-uh-ooooo-uh-ow-ow-ow-puh-uh-leeeez-uh-ow-uh-ow!”

He ignored my cries.

Chapter 6 – Joe

I heard Frank cry out a split second before Mikey’s hand connected with my butt.

WHACK!

“Stop! Stop!!” I cried.

WHACK!

“Okay! Okay! Enough! Okaaaay!!! Ooooo-uh-ow-ow-ow-staaaahp!!”

“You ratted out members of your own team,” Mikey growled as he gave me three more sharp smacks across my butt.

THWACK!

WHACK!

CRACK!

“Ow-ow-uh-uh-please-uh-stop-oooo-ow-ow-uh-uh-I’m-uh-sorry-uh-uh-Mikeeey!!” I cried. While I wasn’t on the team this year, I’d played on the junior varsity team my freshman and sophomore years and once a teammate, always a teammate. “Oooo-uh-I’m-uh-uh-suh-arrrr-uh-uh-eeee-uh-ooooo-uh-I’m-uh-saaaaa-uh-reeeee!!

WHACK!!

“I’m-uh-uh-uh-suh—arrr-uh-uh-eeee guyyyyyyys!!”

I looked up in time to see Mikey wink at the three girls before he tugged the back of my briefs down over my sore butt and give me a smack that connected so squarely I shot up off his lap and onto my feet.

“Owwwww!!!!” I yelped, spinning around and rubbing my backside. I could feel a handprint rising on my tender flesh as I pulled my underwear up, not realizing that the mother of all erections was on prominent display.

I backed away, still massaging my sore butt, and stumbled right into Jeff’s arms. “Hey, lemme go!” I protested, trying to pull free. “Stop!!”

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere,” Jeff announced, wrapping a big arm around my waist and tossing me over his knees like I was a rag doll. I struggled but he easily held me in place and began to spank me!

WHACK!

“Ooooo-uh-I-uh-saaaid-uh-uh-I’m-uh-sorreeee-uh-uh-stopit-stopit-uh-uh-pleeeez-uh-uh-ow-ow-ow!”

Unrelentingly and unceasingly, the swats continued across my buttocks and thighs, hitting all my sit spots.

WHACK!

THWACK!

SMACK!

“Aaaeeeiiaaa-uh-noooo-uh-noooo-uh-aiiieee-uh-ow-ow-ow-uh-augh-uh-waaaaaa!!!”

I twisted on Jeff’s lap and as he held me in place, his fingers dug into my ribs. “Ho! Ho! Hee hee heee!!!” I squealed at the ticklish sensations. “Stop!!”

“Uh oh,” Jeff said in a sinister tone. “Is Joe Hardy ticklish?”

“No,” I gasped, turning my head to look up at him, my eyes pleading. “No. Please, no!”

 He gave me an evil Grinch-like smile and began to tickle me in earnest.

“O-okay. Hahaha!! P-p-p-please d-don’t ha ha t-t-tickle me anymore. Hahaha ha ha ha!!”

I squirmed and twisted and somehow ended up on my back as I tried to fend off Jeff’s tickling. But it was a losing battle because Neanderthal and Mikey leapt into action. While Jeff tickled my ribs, poked at my belly button, and squeezed my upper thighs, Mikey held my legs together and tickled my feet, and Neanderthal pulled my arms over my head and dug into my armpits.

In seconds I was a blubbering mess. “Nooooooo!!! No, not there, oh gosh please not there!!! Not my armpits!!! Aieeeeee!!!! Not my feet!!!!! Arghhh!!!! Not my ribs!!!!”

I howled and shrieked as Jeff’s fingers roamed all over my upper body, finding spots I didn’t even know were ticklish. I was practically screaming bloody murder as I tried to hunch in on myself only to be pulled out straight again, my shrieks dissolving into a high-pitched laughter that filled the room.

“C’mon, no fair guys!! No!!!! Stopppp!!!!! Hhhahahahaha!!!!!! Nooooo!!!!! Hee hee hee hee hee!!!!! Aieeeeeeeee!!!!! Oh my gawshhh!!! STOPPPP!!!!!”

After a minute or so they relented a bit. “Stop,” I pleaded, gasping to catch my breath. “Please, stop.”

They paused to let me catch my breath before they resumed. I continued to struggle but to no avail, completely at their mercy, my body bucking and my hips thrusting up, unaware my erection had grown to epic proportions and was straining the thin white cotton of my briefs nearly to the limit.

I continued to shriek with laughter as I fought to evade their clutches. Hands scrabbled over my torso from my lower rib cage up into my now sweaty, stinky, armpits and back down. I twisted and turned in a vain attempt to avoid the tickling fingers as they skated across my chest and down along my sides, but the hands holding me down were strong and my efforts to avoid the tickle torture were futile.

“Eeeeee heeheeheeheehahahahahahahahahaha dooooon’t hoooooohooodoooo thheeesss tooooo me, heeheeheeheeheeheeheee!” I laughed, pleading and begging the guys to stop.

 It seemed like one moment I was hunched over, chortling loud belly laughs, and the next I was squealing in peels of high-pitched laughter. My body arched and jerked up and my brief-covered erection thrust high into the air. I was so hard it was a wonder it hadn’t ripped right through my underwear.

Chapter 7 – Frank

I watched as Joe bounced up and down on Jeff’s lap, his lithe, athletic body twisting and spasming as first he was spanked on his pert buttocks and then tickled.

“C’mon, no fair guys!!” my brother shrieked. Neal had a hold on his arms and was tickling his armpits, Mikey was working his feet over, and Jeff’s fingers were dancing up and down his ribcage. “No!!!! Stopppp!!!!! Hhhahahahaha!!!!!! Nooooo!!!!! Hee hee hee hee hee!!!!! Aieeeeeeeee!!!!! Oh my gawshhh!!! STOPPPP!!!!!”

I watched as his body bucked and thrashed, his back arching one moment, his hips thrusting up into the air the next. As Joe’s lean body undulated and writhed, my eyes were riveted to the giant bulge in his tight white briefs, mesmerized by the almost obscene jutting out of his erect penis against the thin cotton fabric.

I opened my mouth to – I don’t know exactly what – when I felt fingers slide across my chest and pinch my left nipple. I gasped and my body jerked involuntarily. I whipped my head around to see Luke leaning in toward me.

“Payback’s a bitch, Hardy,” he whispered, sneering, as he began to fondle and pluck my nipple. “I’m gonna make you jizz these tighty whities in front of everybody and then I’ll make sure the whole school sees.”

I groaned and then yelped when Luke’s other hand connected firmly with my butt. All eyes were on Joe so nobody was paying attention to me as Luke continued to tweak and pinch my nipples with one hand while paddling my behind with the other. My penis pulsed and throbbed with each sensation and then I felt it; a tingling down behind my balls, slight at first, but building steadily. I could hear my own breathing and could feel how sloppy I was getting inside my briefs.

“Hmmm,” I moaned softly, shaking my head, knowing what was coming. “Nooooo…” Three times already this week I’d wakened in the early hours of the morning to the same throbbing and tingling sensation just before I’d ejaculated into my briefs. I couldn’t let that happen now! Not here. Not now. Not in front of everybody! I tried to wriggle my way out of Luke’s hold but that just caused unwanted friction as my erection rubbed against his thighs.

“Ohhhh,” I moaned again, only now it was with pleasure. “Ooooh!” I thrust my hips again and I felt what I could only describe as a swell of thick sexual energy building in me, slowly cresting like an ocean wave. I continued to squirm, but now, instead of trying to get free, I felt my hips moving in a slow, grinding circle on Luke’s lap, seeking more of that friction that felt so good. I couldn’t stop myself; it was like my body was on autopilot!

He leaned in close. “Oh yeah,” he hissed, his voice a low, throaty rasp as he pinched my nipple yet again, “feels good, doesn’t it. I bet you’re getting ready to blow your load, huh?”

“Mmm,” I whimpered, shaking my head.

I shifted my weight on Luke’s lap and I heard him chuckle before he gave me another big swat on my butt. I looked up to see him suck the tips of his index finger and thumb into his mouth and then reach back down to pinch and roll my nipple between the spit-slicked fingers!

“Hsss!!!” I gasped and my whole body shivered.

He rested the palm of his right hand on the small of my back and I could feel his fingers toying with the waistband of my briefs while he chuckled softly. “You know, Hardy,” he said, leaning in close again, his voice barely above a whisper as his fingers dipped beneath the elastic and into my crack, “me and Neanderthal spent a weekend in jail when you narced on us. They dumped us in a holding cell with a bunch of lowlife scum and left us there for hours.”

I threw him a shocked look. He just shrugged and continued as his fingers slithered lower, “Being a detective, I’m sure you can imagine some of the stuff they did to us.” He licked the fingers of his right hand and teased my nipple again. “And some of the stuff we learned.”

My jaw dropped and my eyes went wide. He stared back and then burst out laughing.

“Hahaha!! I’m just playing,” he said, snapping the elastic waistband and then patting my butt as he continued to idly scratch and pluck my hard nipple. “We were never locked up. But…” he leaned in, lips to my ear as the hand on my butt slipped down between my spread legs and wrapped around my suddenly very erect shaft, “I AM gonna make you cum.”

That did it!

“UH, UH, UH!!” I grunted loudly as my body began to shudder. My hips bucked up and down and I began to rut wildly into Luke’s hand. He laughed again and squeezed my shaft. My entire body went stiff and then I convulsed as if I’d come into contact with a live wire. I threw my head back. I could feel my eyelids fluttering and drool running down my chin, and then I began to ejaculate, moaning loudly as intense waves of pleasure swept over me like a tsunami.

“Oh shit!” Luke cried out as he jumped to his feet, dumping me unceremoniously onto the floor. “He’s cumming! Look at this, he’s cumming! I could feel his dick spurting against my leg!”

Time seemed to stand still as I lay on my back, chest heaving, my arms and legs spread wide as my briefs filled with my semen. What was wrong with me? Why did it feel like the room was tilting and spinning? I was aware of laughter and sounds like clicking camera shutters, and I rolled onto my side and threw my arm up over my face.

Chapter 8 – Joe

“Oh shit! He’s cumming!” I heard Luke cry out. The rest of what he said was caught up in a jumble of laughter and people talking over each other.

“Hahaha! Hardy just splooged in his shorts!!” Mikey crowed. The tickling stopped momentarily as everybody turned to stare at Frank. I took in several gulps of air and then looked over at my brother. He was lying on his back, clearly dazed, his chest sheened in sweat, eye lids fluttering and mouth open wide in a large “O” as he moaned lowly. There was a wet spot spreading across the front of his underwear where he’d ejaculated. Oh my gosh! I could tell by the way he had his arm over his face that he was super embarrassed.

“Oh no you don’t,” Neanderthal said. He dropped my wrists and stepped over to where Frank lay, his giant tree trunk legs on either side of him. He bent down and pulled my poor befuddled brother to his knees. “It’s my turn now!”

He plopped down where Luke had been sitting and spread Frank’s discarded polo shirt onto his lap. Then he hauled my hapless brother across his knees and began to spank him.

WHACK!

SMACK!

“Ow!! Owww!!!” Frank cried out.

“Hey stop!” I protested. With my arms now free, I tried to push myself up off Jeff’s lap to go help my brother.

“Not so fast,” Luke said as he grabbed my wrists. “Hey Jeff, I wonder if Joe’s titties are as sensitive as Frank’s.”

I stared up at him, my mouth open wide, and he flashed me a wicked grin. “Payback’s a bitch,” he said as he began to tickle my armpits.

“No! No! Hee hee hee!! Stop!!”

As if on cue, both Jeff and Mikey resumed tickling me as well. And then Jeff began to pluck and tweak my nipples. I gasped.

“Ow, what the heck!?” I cried out.

“Naw, Jeff, you’re doing it all wrong,” Mikey admonished with a shake of his head. “Don’t tug ‘em like you’re milking a cow. You gotta be gentle, like when you’re with a chick, right Luke?”

“Ew, you’re a pig, Mikey Griffin!” Jen yelled at her brother. Mikey just shot her a big grin and laughed. She fumed but continued, along with Penelope and Jamie, to capture everything with their smartphones.

“Here,” Mikey continued, “let me show you.” Keeping my ankles pinned together with one arm, he reached his free hand up and traced his index finger over my right pectoral, making gentle circular motions around the areola.

“Oh!!” I gasped as the sensation sent a prickle up and down my spine.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Mikey said softly as he stared me in the eyes. “You’re feeling that, aren’t ya, Joe?” I gulped and nodded. He looked down at my crotch and grinned. “Yeah, judging from the bulge in those little tighty whities, you’re getting off on it, too!”

What?! I was not ge– I yelped as he scratched a fingernail over the flesh of my nipple, causing it to pebble and harden into a sharp point like the eraser on a pencil. I gasped again and a moan slipped past my lips when he started rolling the erect nub between his index finger and thumb.

“Oh… gosh!” I groaned, arching my chest up. I could swear I felt a tingle all the way down in my crotch! He gave it a gentle tug and I cried out even louder. “Oh… OH!!” What the heck? What was going on? I felt it in my crotch again but this time it was even more intense, like an electrical current had come to life inside me, the tingling running from the tips of my fingers to the tips of my toes and out to the head of my penis.

Jeff’s hands skittered all over my upper body while Luke tickled my armpits and Mikey focused on my nipples. Jeff seemed to know just where all my most sensitive spots were and I frantically twisted my body, arched my back, and bucked my hips all in a futile effort to break free.

Sweat was beading along the hairline on my forehead and I could feel it trickle down my temples. My armpits were soaked but Luke kept up his tickling. I could smell my own teen stink, even though I’d put on deodorant after my shower. Luke’s fingers tangled in the matted bramble of my underarm hair and then smeared the greasy funk across my upper lip. What the heck?! I thrashed my head back and forth as if that would somehow make the smell dissipate.

Jeff took over the nipple play from Mikey and proved to be a quick study because within seconds he had me panting and groaning as sensations my teenaged body had never felt before coursed through me. One moment I was moaning with pleasure and the next I was squealing with laughter. The whole time Jeff had me bouncing up and down on his lap, my body writhing and gyrating.

“Looks like Little Hardy has a boner!” Mikey chortled.

Jeff slid over until my butt was on the arm of the couch. Mikey took hold of my ankles, one in each hand, and lifted my legs up until they were perpendicular to the ceiling. He wrapped one arm around my shins and held me in place while he started to run his free hand up and down my legs, tickling the sensitive spots behind my knees and squeezing my upper thighs. I giggled and squirmed, my body bouncing a bit as he held me.

He set my butt back down on the arm of the couch, spread my legs into a wide V formation, and pulled me against him until my butt was mashed against his groin.

“Hold still,” he ordered gruffly as his hands resumed their journey up and down my legs, squeezing my knees, thighs, hips, and finally my glutes, his fingers sliding beneath the elastic leg bands of my briefs. I gulped and obeyed him, doing my best not to squirm as his big hands groped me.

He grabbed my ankles again and lifted me up and down, scissoring my legs as he rubbed the crack of my butt over the hard ridge in his jeans. I had no control over my limbs and everybody in the room was laughing as they looked on, watching Mikey manhandle me like I was some kind of puppet.

I was bent in half like a big capital “L.” I could feel my erection throbbing and straining at my briefs as Mikey dragged me back and forth over his bulge. My crotch was pretty much in my face, my erection outlined clear as day in my tight white briefs. It was huge and it bobbed and twitched as Mikey continued to bounce me up and down, thrusting against me as he chortled. I also noticed Jen and the girls giggling and pointing between my legs as they held their smartphones even closer.

“Oh gosh!” I cried out. “Ooooohhh!!!” The tingling I felt earlier was back, but this time it was more intense. If felt familiar though, like the time I had a – What did our Dad call it? Oh yeah – a nocturnal emission. A few weeks ago I’d woken up in the middle of the night ejaculating into my underwear! At first I thought I was wetting the bed but it didn’t smell like pee, even though my briefs were soaked and it was sticky and tacky to the touch. When I asked our Dad about it later, he sat me and Frank down and said it was time we had the ‘Birds and the Bees talk.’ I think Frank has been having a lot of nocturnal emissions lately because I see him a couple of times a week changing his sheets and doing his own laundry.

Anyway, yeah, it felt like that. But instead of the tingle being in my balls, which were pulled tight against my body, by the way, this time is seemed to be concentrated around my butthole. Every time Mikey thrust it felt like he was pulling my legs wider apart and it felt surprisingly–

“Oh!” I cried out again, louder this time.

“Sounds like he likes that,” Jeff said.

“Unghhh,” I moaned as I pushed back against Mikey when he thrust yet again into my crease.

“Looks like it too,” Luke commented.

“Yup,” Jeff agreed as he ran the back of his hand up the length of my erection, “you don’t have to be some kind of detective to figure that out!”

The guys burst out laughing like it was all just a big joke, but it wasn’t funny to me. My hard penis was aching and I wanted to free it from the confines of my tight briefs but Luke kept my wrists in his iron grasp.

I couldn’t figure out why I was so hard. I tried to free myself, twisting and writhing, but I didn’t have enough leverage and couldn’t get any purchase or traction. I felt my strength ebbing. I decided to give it one last go, concentrating on throwing off Mikey.

I bucked up again, but this time Jeff’s hand was there and he cupped it over my bulge and let it rest there. It felt heavy and hot and for some reason I bucked up into it one more time. He smirked at me and winked. I bucked again and then again. And then yet again.

“Oh, ohhh,” I moaned as Jeff started to squeeze my erection through my briefs, working his fist up and down while scrubbing the calloused pad of his thumb across the spot where my leaking tip had soaked through the thin cotton fabric.

“That’s it,” he urged. “There you go, Little Hardy.”

I thrashed my head back and forth. I wanted to say ‘no’ and tell him to ‘stop’, but what came out of my mouth instead was, “Yes, more. Oh gosh!!”

Suddenly I couldn’t stop my hips. It was like they had a mind of their own as they frantically humped into Jeff’s big hand.

“Check out Little Hardy’s hog!” Luke said as he reached over to flick my nipples.

“Nothing little about it,” Jeff said as he gave me another tug and squeeze.

“Uh ungh!!!” I grunted loudly as my back arched and my eyes rolled back in my head. Suddenly I was spurting all over in my briefs. Oh my gosh!

“Oh, oh, oh!! I’m cumming!” I cried out, using a word we Hardy Boys never say, completely unaware that I was, what people would call, drunk off my ass. “I’m cumming! Oh, Frank… Bro, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

I felt the warm liquid seep into the thin cotton of my white briefs as Mikey continued to thrust that hard ridge into my crease. “Oh noooo,” I groaned, watching as a wet spot spread over the front of my underwear and realizing what I’d done. I’d cum – no, ejaculated – in my briefs in front of everybody! It was so embarrassing, but at the same time I didn’t care because I was suddenly so tired. It felt like all my strength had been drained from me and all I wanted to do was sleep.

“You’re a real horn dog, aren’t ya, Little Hardy?” Jeff said with a chuckle, giving my crotch another squeeze and holy cow if that didn’t wake me right up!

“Yeah, you and Frank both, I guess,” Mikey said, “since you both splooged yourselves.” Then he gave me one final hard slap on my butt.

“Owww!!”

Chapter 9 – Frank

“Oh, Frank!” I heard my brother cry out. “Bro, I’m cumming! I’m cumming!”

I tried not to watch while Joe was being spanked and tickled, but the way he went from laughing to crying out to moaning – sometimes in the same breath – well, I couldn’t help it. The guys’ hands seemed to be all over my brother’s body and I was spellbound by the way Joe writhed and squirmed, how his hips bucked up and down, how he moaned and grunted. And then suddenly he was crying out over and over that he was ‘cumming’ – which, by the way, is a word we Hardy Boys aren’t supposed to use (“vulgar and crass,” our Dad says) – and then all the guys started laughing about how we’d both ‘splooged’ ourselves.

We’d both messed our shorts, which was so embarrassing. But what was worse though, is it looked as if Joe had enjoyed what happened to him as much as I had enjoyed what Luke had done to me! I mean, Jeff’s hand was still covering his crotch and Joe was still thrusting into it. How were we going to live this down?

I flinched when Mikey smacked Joe’s butt again and that’s when I realized Neal – Neanderthal – wasn’t spanking me anymore. I chanced a look up at him and he seemed mesmerized by the sight of Jeff’s hand on Joe’s crotch. He caught me looking and blinked, shaking his head as if to clear it. Then I felt his big paw crack savagely against my butt.

“Owww!!!” I cried out, jumping nearly a foot. I glared at him but he just smiled and gave me another whack. This time though, his hand lingered on my backside and he cupped my butt cheek, giving it a massaging squeeze. My jaw dropped. What was he doing? I was about to shake him off but froze when I felt his big, thick fingers slowly brush up and down between my cheeks, teasing me through the thin cotton of my briefs before his middle finger came to rest at my anus.

I gulped and it suddenly felt twenty degrees hotter. I stared up at him again and he actually winked at me. What was this? What was going on? I wanted to climb off his lap but this surprisingly pleasant anal stimulation seemed to hold me in place and I moaned.

My body quivered and shook as his finger began to gently tap at my clenched anus. I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath, only to cry out when the fingers of his other hand swirled against the tip of my penis. My eyes flew open but I couldn’t see straight, and I was suddenly completely erect again.

Just then there was a loud knocking at the front door. “Police!” a voice boomed. I saw Jen rush to answer the door.

“We’ve had a noise complaint,” a voice announced. “May we come in?”

“Yes, Officers,” she said, stepping aside to let two policemen into the house. I was still sprawled over Neal’s lap and tried to crane my neck to see who it was but he pushed my head back down so all I could see were their legs as they stood in the foyer.

“It’s okay now, though,” Jen continued. “Those boys over there – Frank and Joe Hardy – well, they got drunk and took their clothes off but my brother and his friends stopped them.”

We what?! Th…that wasn’t true! What was she talking about?

“Frank and Joe Hardy?” a familiar voice said as the officers approached. “Now this is a surprise.”

Joe and I managed to get to our feet. The room pitched and I held my arms out to steady myself. I was really dizzy and had a hard time standing up straight. I noticed Joe was having a similarly hard time. I froze when I realized who the lead officer was. Officer Kincaid!

Officer Kincaid isn’t a fan of us Hardy Boys. Over the years we’ve become a thorn in his side, probably because we’ve closed more of his cases than he has. He’s often accused us of meddling in official police business, but it isn’t our fault if we’re better at doing his job than he is.

“It’s not what it looks like,” I said, my voice a thick slur.

“Oh really?” he said as he crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Usually whenever there’s trouble you two seem to always be in the middle of it,” he continued. “Now it looks like you are the trouble.”

He looked between me and Joe and cocked an eyebrow. I glanced at my brother and then down at myself and realized what he was seeing: both of us Hardy Boys were in nothing but our underwear – identical plain white briefs – and, well, we both had erections that were pretty prominent. He glanced around the room and then to his partner, Officer Lasko. My head was still spinning but I thought I saw him wink.

“Are you boys drunk?” he asked.

“No!” Joe and I protested in unison.

He looked around the room again and I followed his gaze. Everybody other than he and Officer Lasko had their smartphones out and were taking pictures of me and Joe! Oh no! I could see it now: Snapchat, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter…

Officer Kincaid smirked and I didn’t like the almost sinister look he cast my way. He pointed his nightstick to the damp spot on my briefs and then to the spot on Joe’s before he continued his questioning. “Did you boys wet yourselves?”

“What?!” I exclaimed, jumping back a step when he touched the tip of my penis with his baton. Joe and I both covered our crotches with our hands and declared, “No sir!”

“Hands behind your heads,” Officer Lasko instructed. “Both of you.” He patted me on my butt with his nightstick, running it up the length of my crease. Then he used it to prod me forward until I was once again standing side by side with Joe.

Joe and I put our hands behind our heads. We could hear the cameras clicking all around us. Officer Kincaid pointed his nightstick at our crotches again, this time gently tapping my balls. “If you didn’t piss yourselves, then what?

I blushed scarlet and the room filled with giggles. “It’s, um,” I stammered nervously, “it’s um… I… um… we…”

“We didn’t pee our pants!” Joe burst out, defensively. He was also slurring.

“No,” Officer Kincaid said, wrinkling his nose. “No, you didn’t piss yourselves. This smells more like… teen spirit.” He ran his nightstick up my inner thigh and then along my erect shaft. “Did you boys ejaculate?”

I reddened again and covered my crotch.

Officer Lasko poked me in the butt with his baton. “I said hands behind your head.”

“But–”

Officer Kincaid gestured to the handcuffs on his belt and I complied. “Okay, okay!” I said, wincing at the audible snickers of my schoolmates.

“So,” Officer Kincaid went on, “we’ve got drunk and disorderly–”

“We’re not drunk,” I insisted, cutting him off. “Underage drinking is illegal. Besides, Joe and I don’t drink.”

Officer Kincaid wasn’t having any of it, though. “Right. I’m going to have to administer some field sobriety tests,” he said. “Let’s step outside.”

“Outside?” Joe sputtered, “but–”

“Come with me, you two,” Officer Lasko barked, cutting Joe off mid-protest.

Chapter 10 – Joe

Officer Lasko and Officer Kincaid each grabbed a bicep and marched me and Frank through the house to the open door and outside onto the porch. The red and blue lights of their squad car were flashing and I could see that a good size crowd had gathered. As we were ushered down the steps, wearing nothing but our tight white briefs and with our fingers laced behind our heads, there were audible gasps and even some laughs from the crowd.

Officer Kincaid ran us through three field sobriety tests: the walk-and-turn test, the one-leg stand test, and the horizontal gaze test. Normally Frank and I could do these blindfolded but now we failed them spectacularly. For some reason we could barely keep on our feet! I was focused so intently on the tests I didn’t notice that Officer Lasko as well as several people in the crowd were filming us and taking pictures.

I did, however, pick up on the fact that several of our classmates from Bayport High were in the crowd. Why were they here? How did they know what happened.?

It looked like Officer Kincaid was trying to suppress a smile. I looked up at him quizzically and he narrowed his eyes and stared down at me and Frank.

“Boys,” he said in a booming voice, “from where I stand, you’ve got two choices: one, we take you to the station in cuffs and charge you with minor in possession and drunk and disorderly; or two, we call your father and take you home. What will it be?”

I think I was too shocked to fully grasp what he was saying. Drunk? Frank and I weren’t drunk. Were we? But how could we be? I looked at Frank and he was just staring at Officer Kincaid. Officer Kincaid sighed heavily, shook his head, and pulled out his phone. He tapped the screen a couple of times and put it to his ear.

“Hello? Yes, is this Mr. Hardy?”

I looked at Frank and we both gulped. Officer Kincaid walked a few feet away, speaking to our Dad in hushed tones. He returned a couple of minutes later. “Okay you two, into the car,” he ordered.

“Can we at least get dressed?” Frank pleaded.

“Get in the car now or I’ll cuff you and take you downtown and let you dry out in a holding cell. Your choice.”

“We’ll get in the car,” Frank said quickly, practically pushing me into the backseat of the squad car.

“Good. Now Officer Lasko is going to follow us to your house.” He turned to look back at the house and I saw Officer Lasko coming down the stairs carrying two paper grocery bags and a set of keys.

“I’ve got their clothes, wallets and cell phones right here,” he explained. He clicked the key fob and found Frank’s car.

Officer Kincaid opened his car door and was about to get in when Jen Griffin rushed down the front steps. “Hello! Officer Kincaid!” she called as she hurried to the squad car. She was holding two bottles of water. “Frank and Joe should take an aspirin before they go home. It’ll help with the hangover.”

“We haven’t been drinking!” Frank protested once again. Officer Kincaid looked at her and she blinked twice and smiled. She looked like the picture of innocence.

“I think that’s a great idea.” He handed me and Frank each a bottle of water and a big blue pill. “Go on boys,” he said. “Drink up.”

“Thank you,” Frank and I both mumbled. Neither of us realized that the blue pill was Viagra and not aspirin. Officer Kincaid smiled again and shook his head.

Chapter 11 – Frank

As Officer Kincaid pulled away from the curb he radioed Officer Lasko and asked him about his date from the night before. Their back and forth banter made me feel like I was back with the guys, except the stories Luke, Mikey, Jeff and Neal had told were G-rated compared to the raunchy tales Officers Kincaid and Lasko were telling. The language was graphic and the descriptions explicit, and within minutes I was more erect than I’d ever been in my entire life! My head was already spinning, but now I was panting and sweating and my penis was like a flagpole! I glanced over at my brother and could tell he was in the same condition: his mouth was open and his eyes were crossed and he was squeezing his erection through his briefs.

“Stop that,” I whispered to Joe, gently elbowing him.

“But bro,” he whimpered as he flicked his thumb back and forth over the spot where the head of his hard penis was poking against the now damp cotton of his briefs, “I’m so hard. I gotta man.”

“What’re you boys talking about back there?” Officer Kincaid interrupted. I met his eyes in the rearview mirror but didn’t respond. Apparently I didn’t have to.

“Oh come on now,” he said gruffly as he rolled his eyes. “Just whip it out if you need to. We’re all men here for fuck sake.”

Joe didn’t need any further encouragement. Sliding down in his seat, my brother spread his legs wide, reached into his briefs, and pulled his erect penis out.

“Joe,” I whispered harshly, elbowing him again, this time harder. “What are you doing?”

“I gotta cum, Frank,” he groaned as he wrapped his fist around his hard shaft.

“But–”

“That’s it, Joe,” Officer Kincaid interrupted, focusing his attention on my brother. “Looks like that’s exactly what you need. Now stroke it, boy! Work that cock! That’s right… Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it… pump, pump, pump… and stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, and wait, wait, wait.”

“Mmmm,” Joe whimpered as his wide eyes met Officer Kincaid’s in the rearview mirror, his hand sliding up and down his shaft in time with his words. “Oh… fuck…”

My eyes widened. “Joe!” I whispered again, more loudly, admonishing him both for his vulgar language and for masturbating.

“Oh…” Joe cried out again and I looked at him again. He was clearly lost in a sexual haze. His eyes were glazed and unfocused and I couldn’t help but stare as he palmed his thick length while he muttered, “Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it…”

“Joe,” I tried again but my words were barely audible because by this time I was slumped down in my own seat, head lolling against the seat back, my legs spread wide and my hand down my briefs, the elastic waistband tucked under my tingling balls, and my fist stroke, stroke, stroking.

“Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it… and pump, pump, pump,” I intoned in unison with Joe, “… and stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it… and wait, wait, wait. Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it… pump, pump, pump… and stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it… and wait, wait, wait.”

“That’s good, Frank,” Officer Kincaid rumbled softly from the front seat, turning his attention toward me. 

“Oh!” I moaned. The feeling was incredible and I began to pump furiously.

“Hey, hey, not so fast,” he said, his firm voice cutting through my haze. “You want to make it last, understand? It’s not good to let it all out at once. Make it last.”  

I nodded as I continued to masturbate, listening to Officer Kincaid’s instructions as if they were a mantra, repeating along with him, “Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it… and wait, wait, wait… and stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it… and pump, pump, pump…”

“Good, yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“Feels fucking fantastic, right?” I nodded again, my head bobbing up and down furiously as I continued to stroke and pump my erection. “Say it, Frank,” he urged.

“F..f..feels g..g..good,” I stammered.

“No, Frank,” he said, his voice stern yet encouraging. “It feels fucking fantastic. Say it, Frank. Fucking fantastic. Tell me it feels fucking fantastic, Frank.”

“It feels fucking fantastic,” I relented, groaning as pre-ejaculate flowed freely from the head of my penis and over my hand. As my fist slid up and down my rigid shaft, Joe and I continued to softly chant as if we were being indoctrinated: “Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it… and pump, pump, pump… oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck… and stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, then wait, wait, wait…”

Over and over and over.

“That’s right,” Officer Kincaid said. “It feels fucking fantastic to stroke your cock.”

I continued to nod. My hand on my erect pe– cock felt so good and as I stroked and pumped I wondered why Dad always lectured Joe and me against this. How could something that felt this fucking fantastic possibly be wrong? 

I flicked my thumb over my nipples the way Joe was and then, remembering the thrilling sensation when Neal’s fingers had brushed over it earlier, I let my free hand drift down between my spread legs until it found my tightly puckered anal knot. I lightly touched it through my briefs and felt it spasm and clench. 

“Oh!” I gasped as the veins in my shaft pulsed against my fingers. “Oh fuuuuuck!!!!”

“That’s right,” Officer Kincaid said. “A good fuck is what you need.”

Even if I wasn’t half out of my mind with lust, I’d have never picked up on his double entendre.

“That’s right,” Officer Kincaid continued to encourage me, gently but firmly. “Stroke it, pump it. Feels good, huh? Natural.”

“Yes,” I gasped, nodding as I felt my balls pull tight against my body. “Stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it… wait, wait, wait… and stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, stroke it, pump, pump, pump…”

I felt I was about to ejaculate when Officer Kincaid’s booming voice broke through my haze of lust like a bucket of cold water. “Slow it down, Joe, Frank,” he barked. “Make it last. You gotta pump it, pump it, pump it and then wait, wait, wait. Yeah, that’s right… pump it, pump it, pump it… wait, wait, wait…” 

“Ohhhh,” I moaned, doing my best to obey, as my finger strummed my hole.

“That’s a good boy, Frank,” Officer Kincaid praised. “Keep on touching your hole. Feel how hungry it is for that finger.”

I nodded but was distracted by Joe. “Oh Frank!” he groaned loudly and I turned to look at him. His face was sheened in sweat and his eyes were squeezed shut. His body writhed and his ass wriggled back and forth over his seat while he chewed his lower lip. He was stroking his rigid shaft with one hand while the other was pinching and tweaking his red, puffy nipples. 

His breaths were coming out in short, hot pants and the flushed glans of his penis, still in his death grip, seemed to expand to about twice its size. “Oh bro, oh bro, oh bro, oh FUCK!!!” he cried out as he began to ejaculate, his cock spraying cum like a garden hose, coating his torso with the thick, viscous fluid.

As I stared open-mouthed, I slipped my finger beneath the elastic leg band of my briefs and flirted with my quivering hole. “Oh… oh fuck,” I groaned as the tip breached my sphincter muscle and slid into the wet heat of my body. “Oh fuck!”

I pushed it up to the second knuckle and suddenly let loose, my cries cut off in a garbled strangle as my second orgasm of the night ripped through me. The first shot of semen hit me right under my lower lip and cum rocketed into my mouth, up my nose, and across my cheeks and forehead. My head snapped back as if I’d been punched and I wiped at my face as the second spurt splattered against the ceiling of the squad car, and the next four geysered up over my abs and chest.

Joe and I slumped in our seats completely spent, our cum-coated chests panting heavily and our still-erect dicks jutting up from our spunk-covered pubes.

I don’t know how long we sat luxuriating in the afterglow of our twin orgasms, but suddenly the car came to a stop and Officer Kincaid’s booming voice announced our arrival. 

“We’re here boys!” he said, snapping me out of my daze. “Better tuck those dicks in!”

“What?!” I cried out, my head whipping around. Already? No way! I had no idea we’d arrived. The windows were steamed up but I could just make out our house in the distance. The downstairs lights were on.

Officer Kincaid turned in his seat, took us in, and then flicked his eyes up toward the ceiling. I followed his eyes and gulped when I noticed the In-Car Camera System. I looked at Joe and then back again at Officer Kincaid.

“That’s right,” he said, “every second of your jack off session was caught in high def.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. I should’ve known the squad car would be equipped with cameras. Had I been thinking even the slightest bit clearly, I’d have realized that everything we did and said was being recorded. Every movement, every comment, every bit of debauchery…

Officer Kincaid got out of the car and slammed the door, the noise reverberating in the quiet night as he came around to the back passenger-side door.

“Both of you out,” he ordered as he opened the door, flashing a leering smile as Joe and I – still shell-shocked – struggled to shove our boners into our briefs. “Hands behind your heads.”

We tumbled out of the back seat, my cum dripping onto us from the headliner – “You boys are gonna clean that up,” Officer Kincaid snickered – and looked around us. The flashing blue and red lights created a strobe effect as Joe and I made the long trek up the sidewalk to where our Dad was waiting on the porch, his arms crossed. Even from where I stood I could see the look of displeasure on his face.

The flashing lights must’ve alerted our neighbors to the police presence because lights began to come on in several of the homes lining the street and soon people were filing out of their houses to see what was happening.

There were gasps of surprise, cries of dismay, and even some suppressed laughter as Joe and I, wearing nothing but our tight white briefs, made our way up the sidewalk, followed by Officers Kincaid and Lasko.

“Are they drunk?” a voice from the crowd asked.

“It sure looks that way,” another voice responded.

“Shameful!”

There were more voices from the crowd. “Does Joe have an erection?”

“I believe he does.”

“Oh look, they both do!”

“Shameful!”

“How embarrassing!”

“Shameful!”

“Oh, their poor mother!”

At that moment our front door opened and our Mother and Aunt Gertrude stepped onto the porch to flank our Dad. They looked similarly displeased. I chanced a look at Joe. He was staring straight ahead, stone-faced, the light from the porch reflecting off the still wet semen on his abdomen. I could only imagine what I looked like with my discharge still wet on my face and chest.

We came to a stop a few feet from the front porch and Officer Kincaid spoke lowly so only Joe and I could hear. “Unless you boys want that video finding its way onto the internet you’ll do
everything I say from now on, you understand?”

My breath caught and my dick began vibrating like a divining rod, punching out the front of my tight white briefs even further.

Before I could respond, Dad started speaking, “Drinking? Parading about half naked? What do you have to say for yourselves, boys?” he called down to us from the porch. His voice was stern.

“But Dad!” I slurred in protest, “it isn’t our fault!”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hardy,” Officer Lasko said as he walked past us and up the porch steps. He pulled a nearly empty bottle of something from one of the paper bags he was carrying. “I found this bottle of alcohol on the backseat of Frank’s car.”

“That’s not mine!” I insisted.

“Mine either!” Joe chimed in.

“Well, it was found in your car and you’re both obviously drunk,” our Father said. “You’ve also somehow managed to lose your clothes and–” he looked closer and his eyes widened with shock, “is that… do you have a…?”

“Nice boner!” somebody from the crowd called out. Joe and I looked down at the big tents in our briefs and exchanged bewildered glances. We’d both already ejaculated twice tonight so why did we–

“You don’t even have the decency to cover up,” Dad lamented, shaking his head, interrupting my errant thought. “I don’t know what to do about you two.”

“Ahem,” Officer Kincaid said, clearing his throat as he stepped forward. “If I may interject, sir, but a few of the kids at the party tonight took it upon themselves to, um, punish Frank and Joe.”

Our Dad looked intrigued. “Punish? What do you mean?”

“Well,” Officer Kincaid explained, “when we arrived at the house your sons were both being spanked.”

“Excuse me? They were being spanked?”

“That’s right, sir.”

“That sounds like an excellent punishment,” our Dad said. “On the porch now, boys.”

Resigned to our fate, we climbed the steps. As our Dad slipped off his belt, he called down the stairs, “Officer Kincaid, Officer Lasko, would you care to lend me a hand?”

The End

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“What are we talking about?” Ash whispered aiming to spook the boys, to his success the boys jumped almost tripping over the chairs their rumps occupied.

Amidst his fit of laughter the boys turned around and lifted Ash and threw him in the pool. 

The previous uncomfortable air that surrounded their side of the pool stanched by Devonté bold coming out to Paul as a means to fend him off what’s his, now vanished into laughter and splashing of water, after a few hours of skin on skin water tackling they decide to eat and then leave.

Most of the changing rooms were occupied, so the boys decided to take turns changing in the only available room, with Ash being the last and Devonté being the first, this was suggested by Paul as a means to find out what was going on between them. 

“That dude is a battyman”: Paul whispered so as to not out Devonté or give others ears to what he was saying.

“What the fuck are you talking about?!” Ash retorted.

“Don’t fucking play with me, you know damn well know he wants you!!” he responded sounding more jealous than he meant to.

Ash laughed out loud in disbelief.

“Think about it, you see how he looks at you, and he was at your house today when I picked you up” Paul stated points.

“and what does that mean?”  Ash retorted trying to disguise that more had happened. “that means nothing; friends do that all the time”.

“You are hiding something!!” Paul said steering him down. Busted! Ash and Paul had been friends for years so there are not many things that he could hide from Paul.

“What!!” Ash exclaimed diverting his eyes from Paul’s enquiring ones, “you are crazy; all this partying must be going to your head”

“Okay, be like that then!” Paul said, “Guess we both have secrets…” Paul continued.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”  Ash now interested, Paul gestured to zipping up his mouth and locking it with a key.

Their verbal conversation ended at that moment and he was interrupted by Devonté who stepped out of the changing room, like the melanin covered Greek god he is. Paul watched as Ash seemed to be lost in an unbreakable trance lost in the mystical being that seems to be approaching. 

He turned his gaze to Devonté and saw that he too couldn’t break eye contact, almost biting his lips to hide his blushing, he saw how he had to purposely look over to Paul to gesture to him that it was his turn. 

Paul walked into the small compartment, roomy enough to only allow changing clothes, and not much moving space.  His curiosity got the best of him and he wanted to see their interactions but to his disappointment they didn’t seem to interact, Devonté seemed uncomfortable and had a nervous disposition which was a major contrast from his usual confident self, they barely spoke and barley had a real “mouth to mouth”. He decided to discontinue their suffering and stepped out signalling Ash’s turn.

He saw this as the perfect opportunity to get more infromation out of Devonté.

“Dude you look like your dying” Paul spoke.

“What do you mean?” Devonté queried.

“Well you say you want him but you barely spoke to the dude when I wasn’t around” Paul combated, 

“thought you were a player who knew the game, and could spit it” Paul continued.

Devonté chuckled, “so what does that mean, you approve of me now?”

“hey! I never said that” Paul retorted, “but you like him so much that you can’t speak to him, or to each other it seems”.

“hey we talk, every night…in his bed” Devonté admitted almost whispering.

Shocked, Paul was without words and his mind and heart raced with visuals of other things they might’ve done in his bed.

“So y’all fucked?!” Paul question almost too loud for comfort.

“no! Well yes! but not since I realized I had feelings for him” Devonté confessed almost whispering to bring Paul out of his shock.

“what the fuck do you mean by that?!” Paul said loudly as hit by a double shocker.

“I sorta forced myself on him after seeing him dancing half naked in his room, and then again in his room while he was sleeping” Devonté confessed, finding freedom in his opening up about these things realising also how terrible those actions were.

“wow! First of all you gotta apologize! and do that again and you will have a problem with me, straight up, I’ll find and fuck you up, dead ass!”  Paul threatened.

Devonté acknowledged his threat by placing his hand over his heart.

“But he kinda handled that though, he threatened me himself and demanded that I respected him” Devonté continued, “but since then we haven’t had sex and I sleep in his bed every night…except for the past week”

“Why weren’t you there for a week?” Paul questioned

“I realised that I have feelings for him and it kinda hit me hard and I thought I needed to get away from him, I mean, I’m straight and this man is poking at my fucking heart strings.” Devonté rambled, almost tearing up, realizing this was the first time he spoke out loud about his feelings.

“Every night I’m with him I feel safe, I see a different man when he looks into my eyes and I get nervous every time he’s around me” Devonté continued.

“Damn!” Paul exclaimed, somehow connecting to the emotions Devonté is trying to portray.Their conversation went on for what seemed like forever with Devonté later confessing to sleeping with a woman to see if he was still attracted to lighter specie.

Ash emerged from the changing area, and immediately a light bulb went off in Paul’s head.

“Hey!” said Paul

“Hey”: Ash responded

“I just got a call and I have to go” Paul continued, walking backwards. Devonté was about to say something but held back. 

“Really was somebody hurt?” Ash queried concerned.

“Not at all, I just realised that I had some things I needed to do today to prepare for school” Paul stuttered before stopping in his tracks.

“Oh okay, well get back safe” Devonté said, seemingly knowing what was going on.

Paul and Ash hugged and said their goodbyes, and he left on tenterhooks that Devonté would be bold enough to come out about his feelings

*A few hours later*

Devonté and Ash had dinner and a movie, and later decided to do some walking in the city. 

“Tonight is beautiful isn’t it?”

“Yea it is” Ash smiled, “look at you, big thug you using words like beautiful” He smiled in broader.

“wha- it isn’t strange for me to use beautiful” Devonté responded smiling also

“Really I’ve never heard you use it before” Ash blushed.

Stopping in his tracks Devonté says: “really, I don’t know why when I’m walking beside the most beautiful person in the world” 

Ash stopped and turned around with the widest most beautiful smile Devonté had ever seen.

“That’s sooo cheesy” he laughed, “but thank you, I would hug you or kiss you for saying that but your straight and we are in public”

Things went silent for moment and then TRAGEDY struck.

They were approached violently from the back. Ash was pushed to the ground and held down with a knee in his neck, he saw as Devonté was hit severely in the head and watched in terror as his body fell to the floor. Ash screamed for help but it seemed as if no one was hearing him, until his mouth was covered, he was being held from the back so it was hard to see his offender. Another attacker started to violently attacking him, punching and hitting in the stomach. Ash kept couldn’t help but cry in his state, he felt helpless, it was as if this street all the sudden become disserted and Devonté was knocked out cold on the pavement. His mind could not process his pain and his body lost fight to stay conscious.

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Devonté woke up with his mind clouded and dazed, it took a while to adjust to his environment and he soon realized that he was not on the street anymore. He immediately recounted the events that would’ve brought him to this moment and jumped quickly out of bed to find Ash.

“Doc, Doc, there was a guy?” Devonté spoke almost out of breath

“Yes sir, are you a patient here?” The Doctor replied, completely ignoring the doctor’s question: “there was someone with me, where is he?” 

“Okay what is your name sir?” the doctor queried.

Seemingly impatient by the doctor’s calmness, he answered boisterously, giving his name and Ash’s name. 

“Yes he’s here, you can follow me” Doctor responded walking away with the intent to have Devonté follow him.

As soon as the doctor brought him to the ICU he spotted Ash, and started crying. He saw the bruises and swelling around Ash’s face and eyes and his heart started to race. He started to become visibly angry, audibly heaving with anger and sadness as tears begun to come.

“he’s okay, he’s recovering well, we had to place him in medically induced coma to be able to perform some testing and minor surgery, to repair some fractures to his ribs, that we thought may have resulted in something bigger” The doctor said to a crying Devonté, 

“are you related to him, Devonté?” the doctor asked.

“Devonté! Sir, Sir?” The doctor called all while Devonté was stuck in his own thoughts never taking a blink from Ash’s still body.

“No, I’m just a family friend,” Devonté responded finally.

He then gave details of contact information to speak with his mother.

“Can I have a moment alone with him?” Devonté asked trying to appear calm.

“Sure I’ll give you a few minutes” The doctor said walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

Devonté felt the freedom to weep as sheer blame and regret flowed through his veins, he leaned down and kissed his forward and tasted blood, and used his finger to wipe the spot he kissed.

“Please forgive me, I’m so sorry, I wish this was me” Devonté said, trying to wipe away his tears.“

I’ll never leave you again”  

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Ash woke up, with his face swollen to the point he could not see, he tried his best to listen to his surroundings and he could pick up on him being in the hospital and a man speaking to his mother who was obviously crying but still holding onto his hands.

He could hear the doctor say that he only suffered two factures to his ribs; he squeezed her hand to let his mother know that he was awake.

His mother jumped towards his face and leaned in and started sobbing, he tried his best to move and then he tried to speak. She seemed to calm down and tried to listen to him.

“Where is Tay?” he said hoarsely

“He’s okay baby, he’s home, he’s been here every day and, he’ll come back later” his mother replied.

“What do you mean by every day?” Ash queried, trailing off, not staying awake long enough to hear a response….

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I left the shower still shaking from the intense orgasm. I pulled on some clean underwear and got into bed. It was a long confusing day. I looked over and the clock read 11:17pm. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

A loud alarm shook me out of a sound sleep. I opened my eyes and jumped out of bed. It was the house alarm. “What the fuck?” I said as I ran out of the room and down the stairs. The noise was so loud I could not think straight. When I got to the front door Mehedi was in the doorway shaking.

I punched in the 5-digit code to disarm the alarm. “What the fuck?” I barked at him without thinking. Mehedi was dressed and standing confused and scared. “I am sorry Pete; I was leaving and did not know about alarm.” He said on the verge of tears. “Where are you going?” I asked.

“I was going to leave. I do not want to be a burden to you anymore.” He said and the boyish vulnerability exuded from the look in his eyes. “You aren’t a burden.” I said trying to calm down. I looked at Mehedi and tears started to well in his eyes. “It’s ok man. No harm done.” Mehedi once again started to softly sob. Without thinking I gave him a hug to try to comfort him.

Mehedi leaned into me seeking the comfort I was providing. The warmth of his body felt good against my mostly naked body. Mehedi continued to sob as I held him. Then I felt it, a boner growing between us. Did I send the wrong message again? But then I realized it was me that was getting hard, not Mehedi.

Mehedi must have felt it too, because he pulled me even tighter to him. Soon I could feel him growing and pushing against my cock. Mehedi ran his hand down my back and cupped my ass pulling me deeper to him. His lips moved to my neck and my body broke out in goosebumps. “Mehedi no” I said softly trying to pull away, but he held me in place.

“Please, I need you. I need to feel close to someone. Please.” He pleaded. My mind was racing as I tried to pull away, but my dick had other ideas. “I can’t Mehedi, I’m not gay” I said as I felt him grind his dick against mine.

Mehedi continued running his lips down my neck to my shoulder. I realized I could have easily pulled away but something other than his arms kept me locked in place. A part of me wanted this. I wanted to feel him next to me. Finally, with a tug I pulled back breaking the embrace, causing myself to back into the wall. Mehedi looked down my nearly naked body. My briefs could not hide my hard dick, which was pointing straight up, the head poking over the top of the elastic band.

Mehedi stepped closer. I could feel the heat coming off his body. I could see the large dick snaking down the leg of his pants. The boyish look was almost gone from his face, replaced with desire and lust. Mehedi stared down at my bulge then he placed his hand on it.

His fingers gently grasped the shaft through the cotton material causing precum to form at the tip. With his free hand he traced over the slit sliding the precum around on the head, then brought his finger up to his lips. My eyes locked on his fingers as he went. Mehedi then stuck out his tongue and licked the precum from his fingers.

“Fuck” I thought to myself not able to move. Mehedi hooked his thumbs into the waistband and gently pulled the briefs down my body, sinking to his knees as he went. He took my cock in hand and pulled it down to his lips, then with one big gulp took me deep into his mouth.

My mind went crazy as my dick buried deeper into his mouth. I had never felt anything like it. It was warm and tight like a pussy but so much more intense. I looked down at Mehedi, his dark hair, his bearded face and my dick deep in his mouth.

I wanted to fight it and I didn’t want to fight it all at the same time. I placed my hands on his shoulders and closed my eyes. Mehedi brought his hands up my legs and started to suck my dick. I had gotten blowjobs from women since I was in my teens, some were really bad, some pretty good, but nothing ever felt like this. If I had a word it would be incredible.

Mehedi knew exactly how to work my dick. How to pace his movements, increase and decrease pressure and how to use his tongue and lips in perfect orchestration. My dick was going crazy. I was going crazy as Mehedi continued to suck me.

“Mehedi, please stop” I heard myself try to say through deep moans. Mehedi did not listen he just kept doing what he was doing, and I secretly didn’t want to stop him. Without thinking about it I started to run my hand up to his head. My fingers ran through the dark hair. It was soft and silky and it felt good as my fingers ran through it.

I could feel myself getting close. Mehedi was playing with my dick and each time I felt like I would unload he managed to stop somehow. Frustration overtook embarrassment and I was overcome with a desire to orgasm. I placed my hand on the back of his head and I started to fuck his mouth. Mehedi used his lips and tongue to try to control me but I was too far gone.

“You want this. You want my load” I grunted not recognizing the sounds coming from me as I used his mouth. I started pumping wildly into him, but he did not resist, he took whatever I gave him. This only enticed me to go faster, harder and deeper. “Take my dick. Take my load.” I said almost yelling. “You asked for it now take it!” And with that I could feel my dick start to unload.

Cum shot into Mehedi’s mouth so hard and furious I was sure he would drown. Mehedi did not hesitate, he just swallowed every single drop. Then as my orgasm subsided, he continued draining the remaining drops from me until I was completely spent.

When it was over, I leaned against the wall. My hand still on the back of his head, holding it much more gently now as my dick starting to slowly soften in his mouth. Mehedi took my dick in his hand and released it from his mouth. I looked down to see if he was angry. Instead he kissed the head of my cock gently then looked up at me awaiting praise for a job well done.

I wanted to be mad at him. I wanted to push him away, but there was something in his expression. Something I could not explain. His expression softened my attitude about what happened. As if it were somehow ok. Mehedi got up off his knees and stood in front of me. “Thank you, Pete,” He said softly as if I did him a favor. He then moved in and wrapped his muscular frame around me and pulled me to him. I did not pull away. I did not resist. His body enveloped mine and I relaxed into him.

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