Author: admin

  • My Twin Bodyguards

    The end of the school year was quickly approaching. The boys and I were back to our old selves again. Our friends were pretty happy about it because I was no longer pouting and they were no longer fighting. One of the guys on the football team, Dominic, his older brother was graduating and a big graduation party was planned. 

    Of course we were invited, they didn’t go anywhere without me and I didn’t go anywhere without them. The party was a blast, mostly kids from the junior and senior class were invited and for sure all the popular kids so naturally, Viv was also invited. As the evening progressed, we are standing around visiting and talking with friends when this guy comes up. He is the cousin of another guy from our class. None of us know him because he lives somewhere else. He figures out pretty quickly that I’m gay and starts making snide remark‘s about gay people in my presence. Everybody keeps telling him to back off but he just gets more and more obnoxious. I never said a word. People like him seem to single out people like me all the time. Needless to say the boys heard him say something hateful to me. Chase told him to back off and shut up. The asshole made some comment about me being a faggot and Chase must be my boyfriend. 

    “I don’t know who you are or what rock you crawled out from under but what does it matter to you? You need to shut the fuck up”

    Viv was pissed as hell. 

    “Your a guest of a someone who actually invited to this party, you don’t even know any of us, you dick. You gotta lotta nerve coming in here saying shit like that”

    “What’s with y’all? He’s a fucking fag! Him and his muscle head fag boyfriend there. Why the hell would anyone invite that shit in their home. That’s messed up”

    About that time Chance walked up behind the loud mouth and overheard what he said and you could see his face harden. He stopped right behind that asshole and crossed his arms over his chest and glared at him until he noticed him. He kinda jumped a bit when he discovered him behind him. 

    “Shit dude! Where did you come from?”

    “Listen here you little piece of shit. If we weren’t standing here in Dom and Tony’s house, I’d stomp your fucking bigoted ass”

    “Oh great, the fags boyfriend has a twin. What are you gonna do about it?”

    Before he could say anything more, Chance popped him quick and hard in the mouth. It mostly stunned him and he did spilt his lip but one punch shut him up fast. Everyone around us started laughing and that got the attention of they jerks cousin and he walked up. He took one look at him and immediately jerked him around and asked what the hell he did. He made another attempt at calling me a fag and his cousin just stopped him and told him to go wait out front he was taking him home. He looked at me and apologized and said his mom made him bring him. It wasn’t his idea, said he never did like the asshole in the first place and then he left the party. The whole incident was over in minutes but word spread like wild fire. Dom’s parents got wind of it and came over. Chance was apologizing for fighting at their party but they stopped him. They already knew what happened and that he and Chase were just looking out for me, as usual. His mom even apologized to me. I was fine, my bodyguards were taking care of everything. After the homecoming incident, everyone in school knew they weren’t gonna let anyone mess with me. After I was assaulted, I wasn’t as quick to mouth off to bigots anymore and tended to pull back really quickly. Anyway it was over and the party was nice. Later after we dropped Viv off at her house we headed home. Now that our parents knew about us, I would spend the night with them in the pad. We were getting ready for bed and Chance told us he had some interesting news. He said that one of their team mates came out to him. Chase leaned forward and asked…

    “Who? Is it Jeff Stallings?”

    “You think Jeff’s gay? No shit? Why?”

    “God, you two get off subject so fast, what are you? ADD? Who came came out?” I said exasperatedly. 

    “Ben”

    “Big Ben? Noooooo! Can’t be, I don’t believe it”

    “I don’t care what you believe. He told me”

    “Chance, shut up a sec and let him tell us. Go on, what did he say?”

    “Well, he said he liked the way we stood up for you and he was impressed how we handled it tonight. He said he’s wanted to tell someone for a long time and since we were friends since first grade and because we were such good friends with you he felt safe telling me”

    “Wow. I never pegged him for gay. He’s dated as many girls as we have and remember that rumor about him fucking that hot substitute teacher last year?”

    “Same here, never would have guessed”

    “You two are such hypocrites”

    “No fucking way! We’re no such a thing. What made you say that?”

    “You guys have been fucking my gay ass for six months now. Nether one of you can go a day without blowing a load up me and not a person at that party has a clue ether. So what’s he supposed to do? Walk around with a rainbow flag and throw glitter?”

    “That’s different, we aren’t gay and you know it!”

    Chase is getting indignant, he had that pissed off look on his face. I just poked him in the side and gave him an evil grin. He grabbed me pulled me into naked body and kissed me hard. Chance who was on the other side of me in the bed, moves in tighter against me. My favorite thing in the world was to be naked in bed between my beautiful naked boys. But the conversation about Ben continued. I told them that any one who witnessed us together would automatically think all three of us were gay. I mean seriously, how many straight boys can you think of that want to eat another boys cum from guys ass. No, that’s not gay at all. They dated girls all the time, they loved playing the field and being the twin cock of the walk at school. Like most guys our age they weren’t getting any pussy just the occasional hand job or blow job. Girls don’t put out as much as boys want them to but these boys had me and I was just as horny as they were. I mean, even as we lay there talking, I was laying with my head on Chase’s chest playing with his nipple as his brother was fingering my hole. I pointed it out to them. 

    “Okay, fine. So we’re a little bit gay but only with you” 

    I giggled a little and told them I’m glad they are only gay for me. 

    “So are you just gonna keep me on edge all night or are you gonna give me more than a finger? I need some cock, come on now. You got me all open and itching for it”

    He looks over me at his brother and said…

    “So do ya think we should give him what he wants?”

    “I don’t know, think he deserves it he has been kind of bitchy tonight”

    “Come on boys, I was just kidding you. Please? I’ll be nice, you know you want me”

    Chance scooted closer and started working his fat cock up my ass and just as he’s got about half of it in me he whispers softly…

    “You’re such nasty little pussy boy. You want this as much as we do. But let’s face it. It takes the two of us fucking that little pink boy pussy all the time to satisfy you and you love it”

    With that he slams his big cock all the way home, hard and fast. I love it when he does that. I’m chewing on his brother’s nipple as he holds me. It was only one big slam up my ass but it made pre run from my hard cock like a faucet had been turned on. It was leaking all over Chase’s thigh. He’s just slowly working it in me and he continued his story about Ben. 

    “Their’s more to the Ben thing and it’s about you. He likes you and he’s going to ask you out. He told me because he knows how close we are. I think he wants our approval”

    Chase snorted back a laugh..

    “He’s got no idea how close we are are” they both laughed at the the irony.

    “He’s gonna ask me out? No shit? He’s so handsome and built”

    “So, what, now we aren’t good enough for you?”

    He slams up me hard again to make a point. 

    “You’re just gonna run after him and throw your legs in the air for Big Ben”

    “Oh my god! You’re jealous of Ben! And what’s all this Big Ben crap? He’s only a little taller than you guys and both of you are way bigger built. Oh and I’m not chasing anyone around. I just think he hot and if he asks me out, I’m going. You two are on dates all the time, what’s the difference”

    Chase looked a little uncomfortable and he lifted my face from his chest to look me in the eye..

    “The big deal is, I only fuck you. You’ve ruined me for regular old pussy. You’re who I wanna be with that way. I didn’t even tell Chance this, I kinda only want you”

    “Damn Adam, what is it about you. Truth here, I even stopped getting head from the girls. Your better at it and they don’t mind that I don’t ask anymore”

    “Okay, I won’t go out with him then. I had no idea you felt that way”

    I was flattered and really surprised to hear this. I was also a little disappointed too, I’d always thought Ben was hot but I thought he was straight too. He was always really nice to me but he never flirted or even looked at me that way so I missed it all together. He was more the lean build, real sleek built. He had those killer green eyes and dark wavy auburn hair that he wore a little longer than most of the jocks in school, he was hot. Chance is still deep in my ass as we talk and he’s holding me tight along with his brother. I love it when they do me this way I feel so secure and protected. 

    “Baby, we aren’t gonna do that to you. It’s not right and if you wanna go out with him you should do it”

    “Yeah, he’s right. We don’t own you and you should do what ever you want”

    “Look, he hasn’t even asked me out and he may chicken out so don’t worry about that now. I’m happy right her between my boys”

    They both kissed me then Chase asked if he was was ever gonna finish fucking me, he wanted some of my ass too. 

    “You ever gonna cum?”

    “Already did, a long time ago I just never pulled out. I’m kinda turned on by the thought of Big Ben fucking our little pussy boy here. I’d kinda like to see that”

    “That’s fucking hot, I’d like to see that too”

    “Fuck you guys, you think I’m such a slut! You’re as bad as I am, maybe worse. Now you wanna pimp me out to your friends!”

    “Tell him about Ben”

    “He’s huge”

    “What’s that suppose to mean?”

    “Like freakishly big. Porn star huge. It’s unreal looking. It’s as big around as your wrist and longer than us by several inches. Can’t imagine what it looks like hard but it hangs half way to his knees”

    “You can’t be serious. You guys are fucking with me”

    “I think he could take it. I mean, he took us both at the same time. I bet Bennie boy’s cock is about the size of both of us put together and he loved that”

    “You assholes! Quit taking about me like in not here. I’m not some piece of ass you can just pass around!”

    This was pissing me off and I started to get out of bed. Not an easy task, crammed between those two meat heads. Chase latched on to me and pulled me back down on the bed. He pulled me in for a kiss but I turned away. I didn’t like they way this was sounding. He said…

    “I’m sorry, we both are. We were just kidding you. You know we would never intentionally hurt you”
    “After what happen when your dad found out about us and how freaked out I was that they thought I was trashy slut. I can’t believe you’d say something like that. If everyone found out about us, it would be the end for me”

    “Hey, baby, we’ed be in the same boat. We’ed never hear the end of it”

    “It’s not the same. You guys are big popular hot jocks. Guys would be high fiveing you because you got the fag next door to service you and I’d be run out of town for trying to turn you gay or some shit like that. Yes, I’m popular  but mostly because of you. I’m still the new kid in school. I love you guys and I love what we have but lets face it, you got nothing to lose”

    Chance wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb and  when he came in for a kiss I didn’t stop him. That whole thing last year changed me. I was a lot more guarded with people. I only really relaxed around them and Viv. I had a lot of friends and I like this school but I was always watching and waiting for something to go wrong. They got me calmed down and nothing sexual happened the rest of the night, they just cuddled me and tried to put me at ease. I was better in the morning and I couldn’t keep them off me even if I’d wanted to. I loved waking up between them and sitting down to breakfast with them freshly fucked and with twin loads of cum up my ass. After breakfast with them I went home and had a nice Saturday with family. Sometime mid afternoon, I got a call on my cell from a number I didn’t know and with out thinking I answered.

    “Hello?”

    “Hey, Adam. It’s Ben from school”

    “Hi, what’s up?”

    “I guess you already know why I’m calling after I talked to Chance”

    “Yeah, he told me. You okay with all this? You need someone to talk to about it?”

    “I’d like that, do you mind?”

    “Not at all. Do your parents know?”

    “Told um about a month ago and they were surprised but they’re okay with it. I got a gay uncle and no one cares”

    “You wanna come over and hang out or something?”

    “Did Chance tell you everything?”

    “He said you wanted to ask me out, so I guess that’s a yes”

    “What did he think?”

    “Well they weren’t all that happy about it at first…”

    Oh shit, why did I tell him that! What the hell was I thinking? Why would that matter a bit to my straight friends if he wanted to take me out. Crap! He’s gonna figure it all out and it’s gonna be all over school! I’m so screwed..

    “I mean they thought it was a great idea…”

    “So you sure it’s okay to come over? I’d like to get to know you better”

    I started to give him my address but he already had it, bot it from our school directory when he got my phone number and in less than half an hour he was sitting on the couch in our den looking nervous. He said he’d noticed me right after school started and thought I was cute but was scared to come near me because of the twins.

    “But you’re friends with them, why would that stop you?”

    “Well, first of all, I wasn’t out and I had no idea how they would react if you told them about me. I wasn’t ready yet. But then y’all were like the best of friends and they pretty much told everyone on the team that if anyone messed with you, they would have to answer to them for it. Hell, I might could take one of them but no one want’s to mess with them as a team. Talk about a powerhouse. That’s why It took me forever to work up the nerve to tell Chance I was gay. I kinda wanted them to approve of me and to see if I stood a chance with you”

    “Wow, I had no idea I ever crossed your mind. I noticed you too. How could I miss you, you’re one of the best looking guys in our school and you’re so tall and built. I’d have to be blind to miss you”

    Damn, I made him blush. God, he was cute. We talked and got to know each other and I got us something to drink and munch on and I sat closer to him on the couch. We watched a movie and pretty much hung out all afternoon sometime around supper time when my dads and brother and sister got back he asked if I’d like to have dinner with him the next night. We agreed and he said he should go. Dad came in with my sister and asked him to stay for dinner with us. Eden took one look at him and she was in love with this tall pretty man sitting with me. He checked in with his mom and she said go for it and so we were six for dinner. Eden had to sit next to him and my little brother David wanted to sit on the other side of him because he was a football player and he’s a little football freak, but he did the same thing to the twins when they where over too. I sat across and tried to keep from laughing, they liked him a lot. After dinner I walked him to his car and he asked if he could kiss me. What a sweet guy. The next night he took me to this Italian place in Trinity Grove. We sat in a darker both in the back and we just talked and talked. He told me about his reputation as a ladies man was just a cover and he had never had sex with any of those girls. Hasn’t a clue how that got started. As for that substitute teacher he was rumored to have fucked, They happened to be seen at the same place at the same time and were seen talking a little. He heard she took a permanent teaching job and another school over in Southlake and moved to be closer. So no, he never touched her ether. He was like me, never been with a woman and never wanted to ether. Like me also, he had a boyfriend but he was from another school and he moved away last year and he’d messed around with several guys but most of his nights were home alone. We started going out a few times a week and were ether texting or talking on the phone all the time. He was fun and funny too and was always making me laugh. Even with all this time together he hadn’t made a move on me so I still didn’t know if what the boys said about his cock was true or not. Oh and speaking of them, they were jealous as hell and I liked that. I still went over all the time and they were still fucking the hell out of me but me dating Ben was making them crazy. We did all four of us and Viv go out together several times and other friends from school but I was really enjoying being with him just us alone. One night we were sitting in his Jeep out by the lake making out and he brought up the subject of sex. Like I said, we were making out and getting all hot and heavy and I stuck my hand in his lap. He kinda jumped and grabbed my hand to stop me from going any further. I looked up in his eyes and asked…

    “Did I do something wrong?”

    “I want to, don’t get me wrong but we gotta talk first”

    “Okay, shoot. What’s up?”

    He started the Jeep and we headed for home.

    “Adam, I think you are so hot and almost from the moment I first saw you  I wanted to be with you. You have the perkiest little ass I’ve ever seen and I’d love to do things with it”

    We road in silence for a while. I didn’t know what to say. When we got to his house we went out to the back to the pool and sat on the side with our feet in the water.
    “I want you in the worst way but I’m scared of it too”

    “Look, I already know your supposed to have a really big cock”

    “The twins…”

    “Yep they told me but I thought they were just yanking my chain. I didn’t believe them”

    “Well, it’s true. I’m bigger than average. The first guy I was with, I hurt him. I didn’t mean to, it just happened. I didn’t know I was so big until jr. high. I’d never seen another cock, I’m an only child. Most of my cousins are girls so nothing to compare with. I thought those boys had something wrong with them with those little button dicks, I just didn’t know. It wan’t until I was on the football team in jr. high and had to have a physical and the doctor nearly dropped his teeth when he saw it. I wasn’t even as big as I am now. I’m kind of a freak and you may not want me if you see it”

    “Wow, I don’t know what to say. Do you want to show me?”

    “That’s why I brought you here. The pool house is more private and no one can hear us. Are you okay with this?”

    “Let’s do it”

    He helped me up and took me into the pool house. He turned on the lights and I reached over and turned them off.

    “Look, I really like you but this isn’t show and tell and I damn sure ain’t gonna look at you like a science project. Come on”

    They had one of those big pit sectional sofas and I pulled his shirt off and mine and then pulled him down on it with me. His hands were all over me and mine were on him too. The shorts cam off and he was in tight boxer briefs I had on a black thong. His hands were on my ass and he slipped a finger between my ass cheeks and was rubbing my hole, playing with the little bits of hair I had down there. I pulled the briefs down and what fell out nearly took my breath away. It was true. It was enormous! I reached over and flipped on the lamp on the side table. I had to see this better. The boys were right, it was as big around as my wrist and it was way over a foot long. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

    “I don’t expect you to do anything with it but I’d love to at least eat your ass.” 

    He lay on his back and I was on my knees with my ass over his  face. He started chewing my boy pussy and just like it does when the boys eat it, it bloomed open for him. I leaned over and started sucking his massive cock. It wasn’t easy as it was so damn big around and but I managed to get a lot of it in my mouth. We went at it for what seemed like ages until I pulled off him and turned around.

    “I’m not promising anything and I don’t know how much I can take but I want that in me”

    I raised up over this cock and lowered myself on it. He’s holding my sides as I’m hammering myself down on his huge cock. I only had about seven inches in me. He’s breathing harder and he’s looking like he gonna cum. 

    “Can you stay hard after you cum?”

    “I think so, why?”

    “Because I can tell your getting close and I still want more. So go on and cum for me”

    “Then you better get off me cuz I’m fixin to blow!”

    “No, just cum inside me”

    I’m playing with his nipples and working my ass but it’s to dry go any further in me. I see him tensing up, his face looks wild and he lifts and slams his head back hard against the pillow and I feel it pumping in me. Wow he cums a lot!

    “Are you pissing in me?”

    “No, ah, I, OH, I cum, AH Fuck. Oh god, I cum a lot!”

    “Oh my god, thats so hot!”

    I used his load as lube to push myself further down on his massive cock. After taking the boys fat cock so much and now that they liked to double fuck me sometimes, I was better able to take Bens huge staff. I got about nine inches in me before I had to stop and rest. The pressure was intense and it hurt a lot but past the hurt was incredible pleasure and then the fact he shot cum like it was a coming from a power washer didn’t hurt. Ben’s so damn good looking and built to perfection plus a cock for the ages, he was about perfect. His hands are all over me and he’s pulling me into a passionate kiss, he was the total package.

    “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

    Oh I was in pain but I wasn’t telling him that, this was unreal and I didn’t even have the whole thing in me yet! I’m trying to steady my breathing and stay relaxed. I can’t grip his cock because I’m so stretched open.

    “I’m okay, it’s just so big and ah, so mmm, so long too”

    “Are you sure? You looked stressed. It’s not worth it if I’m hurting you. I had no idea you’d take that much on a first time. Your ass is amazing!”

    “Oh god, just keep fucking me. Just don’t go all the way, not yet!”

    He grabbed hold of me and we got over on our side and he fucked me that way for a little while. He’s being so gentle with me, trying to make it feel good and not hurt me.

    “Your ass is so silky soft. It feels so good around my cock. I can’t believe you let me fuck you. No one ever wants it. GOD this is incredible!”

    “You can go faster, I think I can take it”

    “Damn, Adam, you’re gonna make me cum again! Can I do it from behind? You on your knees?”

    I agreed and slowly he pulled out of me. I got into position and he got behind me.

    “Oh FUCK! That so fucking hot!”
    “What? Whats wrong?”

    “Not wrong, just hot as hell. Your ass if wide open like an open mouth, I can see down inside you!”

    “Come on Bennie, put it back in me. I’m wanting this bad and I wanna cum with your cock in me!”

    He started pushing back in and slowly he’s sinking in deeper and deeper. He slowly starts moving back and forth as he moves further in. He kept telling me to tell him when to stop going deeper but I was so lost in the feeling, I just wanted more. My mind was reeling, I was in another world and it all revolved around his cock and my boy pussy and then he just stopped.
    “What’s wrong? Why’d you stop. It feels so good”

    “Adam baby, you’ve got it”

    “Got what?”

    “You got my whole cock in you. Can’t you feel me against you? No one’s ever done that before. Taken my whole cock all the way the very first time. I can feel your heart beating around my cock”
    He starts fucking me and again and he going a little faster and then he starts pulling out. He’s just got the head in me and then he pushes back in a little faster. It’s amazing what he’s doing to me. His pace is getting more erratic and faster. I trying to work my ass on his monster cock and its getting wild back there.

    “Oh god, I’m cuming Ben! I’M CUMING!”

    I start shooting hard and that makes him start to blow again too. He slams hard and fast and just holds and thats when it all went black. I fainted, out cold. He said he had no idea I was passed out and he’s fucking the shit out of me but since I didn’t say anything he just kept plowing away until he finished and fell on top of me. He’d been holding me in place and never had a clue I was out. Once he realized I was unconscious, he started freaking out. He thought he’d killed me for a little bit. He ran to get a cold cloth and was wiping my face and arms, trying to revive me. I came around after a bit and I swear everything I owned hurt. He’s so relieved when I opened my eyes and looked up at him. 

    “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have never allowed this to happen. Please forgive me, are you okay?”

    “What happened?”

    “You took my whole cock and at some point you passed out but I didn’t know. I think I damaged you. I think we should go to the hospital and have you checked out. Oh god, I’m so sorry”
    “Am I bleeding!”
    I reach to feel and checked my hands. I stuck my fingers in my ass to check for damage and I was blown away by how wide open it felt. It was all wet but I didn’t see any blood. I asked about that and he said it was all cum leaking out of me. I seemed to be okay just sore as hell. I told him I was okay and to lay with me and relax. I was sorry I freaked him out, I’d just never had anything that big before. He lay beside me and held me for a long time. Then he shocked he hell out of me

    “Please don’t tell them what I did to you, they’d kill me”
    “Who are you talking about, my dad’s?”
    “No, the twins”

    “Why would I tell them?”

    “Well, I know about you and them. I know y’all have sex all the time”

    “Fucking hell!!! This was our secret and they told you? I’ll kill those mother fuckers

    “Adam! Stop! They never said a word. I found out all by myself. But you can’t tell them”

    I was stunned. If they didn’t tell him who did?

    “Who told you?”

    “No one told me, I saw it happen once and heard it another time”

    “You saw us” I whimpered and started tearing up, “When?”
    “Out by the football field behind the field house, I saw you guy meet up and you sucked them off and then you ask them to fuck you. At first I thought they were making you but then I realized you wanted it and saw you kiss them before you left. The other time I was skipping class, hiding in a stall with my legs up in the restroom by the silence lab and you came in and then one of them came in right behind you. I listened as he fucked you real fast before you ran back to class”

    I think I must have gone pale. My head feels like it’s gonna explode.

    “So is that why you wanted to go out with me? Because I can take there big cock’s, I could probably take yours? You just wanted to fuck?”

    “NO! Not that at all! I was attracted to you the first time I saw you at school. I admired how strong brave you are and how  that night of the homecoming dance you just came right back in after that attack. I’d have quit school and ran away. You impressed the hell out of me. As for Chance and Chase, I didn’t even know they were gay until I saw y’all going at it”
    “You can’t tell anyone.  It’s not what you think, they aren’t gay, just me. It’s a long story but you can’t say anything. Promise me”

    “I’m not telling anybody anything. I like you, I wanted to date you. I just figured y’all were just fooling around because it was three of you and not just one or the other. As for the sex, I never ever thought you’d ever let me fuck you. I know I’m some circus freak with my fucking donkey dick. I thought the best I’d get was a hand job but I didn’t care, I liked you”

    I told him the short version about me and the boys. He was a little intrigued to say the least.

    “So you love them but you’re not in love with them…that right?”
    “Yeah, they are very protective of me and on some level we are very connected. And yes, I love them very much as they do me. The sex started out as just fun between friends. I was just giving them head but it progressed to a lot more and it’s some of the best sex I’ve ever had. Other than you, they are the only guys I’ve been with since we moved here. We even had a big fight about you the night you came out to Chance. One of them made a crack about how hot it would be to watch you fuck me with your huge cock. I got pissed and it wasn’t pretty”
    “No shit? I hadn’t even asked you out yet. What happened?”
    “I accused them of treating me like a slut to be passed around to their friends like a common whore. I tried to storm out, I was so mad but they stopped me and begged forgiveness”

    “Damn, I’m sorry I started something. I’m surprised you went out with me at all”
    “One thing has nothing to do with the other. But I guess it’s true. I’m no better than a whore. They fuck me now you have, sounds pretty trashy to me. I guess I need to get off my high horse, I’m no ivory tower of morality, that’s for sure”

    “You’re kinda hard on yourself. You need to lighten up a little”

    “I guess telling you about it made me look at it a different way. I don’t think I like what I’m seeing”

    “Well, I do. I think you’re great. I just hope I haven’t fucked this all up and you’ll see me again”

    “After everything I just told you, you still want to see me again? Why? You could do way better than me”
    “Look, I’m no angel. You know about my old boyfriend but you don’t know about they other guys”

    “What other guys?”
    “Well, it’s way trashier than anything you did. I like to fuck and because of my freak show dick, no one but other freaks will let me near them”
    “What the….”

    “I meet older guys online who are into getting fisted. You know, guys who take not only a fist but a whole arm up the ass. They are the only guys I ever get to fuck. Those guys aren’t what I’m attracted to. I like guys like you but I scare guys like you. Those sub freaks like some weird fucking shit. I just wanna have normal sex with kissing and cuddling, they want me to hurt them and slam fuck them. I have to take what I can get I guess. But then this happened and it was so wonderful, I loved being with you”

    “I liked it too and it was really out of this world. I still can’t believe I took your entire cock. No wonder I passed out”

    “Do the twins really want to watch us fuck?”
    “I don’t know, probably. Ever since we moved past me giving them head they have started getting into some interesting things with me”

    “That day I watched them fuck you….”
    “I meant to ask you about that. Where the hell were you that you saw all that?

    “I told you I’d been struggling with coming out. I discovered a hiding place on top of the field house. I’d go and sit and get away from everyone and I watched the whole thing. I have to say, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen and I beat off to the memory of it all the time. Y’all are so hot together. I’ve always thought they were so good looking and the fact they were nice guys just made it better”

    “That whole family is wonderful. There parents even looked out for me and are good friends of my dads, we do a lot with them”

    “I met the mom at the football banquet, she’s really nice. I see where they get it”

    We were still laying together as we talked. I loved his tight lean muscled body and was running my fingers all over him. I noticed a little stubble and asked about it. 

    “Do you shave your body?”

    “Yeah, is that weird to you?”

    “No, I like the smooth skin. I’ve never done it but then I’m not real hairy ether. That and I don’t have your hot body to show off ether”

    “I disagree. I think your fucking hot and I’m not the only one ether”

    “Oh yeah right. You’re full of it”

    “It’s true, I overheard some of your drama club friends talking about you oh and I figure if the two hottest guys in school are all over you, then you got it. I don’t care how nice and sweet and funny you are and no matter what their mom asked them to do, it wouldn’t have gotten this far if you weren’t as cute and sexy as you are”

    “You’re so sweet to me. I just don’t see it. I think I’m to skinny”

    I kissed him and snuggled in closer. 

    “You don’t seem bothered by the fact the boys and I have this relationship. I know it’s not normal, you seem unfazed”

    “What’s normal, anyway? Like I said, once I knew they weren’t taking advantage of you and you were a willing participant, it just kinda turned me on. Besides, who am I to judge? I hook up with freaks online for sex”

    “Well, I like you a lot and I’d like to see where this goes. I hope you’re gonna be ok with knowing it’s not gonna be exclusive. I’m very attached to my boys as they are to me and that means we will still be having sex. I love them, they mean the world to me. You okay with that?”

    “Look, I told you before that thinking about you with them turns me on. I’ve already watched you together but I’d love to see it up close. It’d be hot to let them watch us too, don’t you think?”

    I laughed a little, “just the other day I was mad at them about saying that and now I’m laying here in your arms talking about it. Jesus, when did I become such a slut….”

    We laughed and talked  and at some point we drifted off to sleep only to be awoken by my phone ringing. It was my dad. 

    “Adam, are you okay? It’s nearly three in the morning, where are you?”

    “I’m sorry dad, we fell asleep talking. I’ll be right home”

    We jumped up and got dressed and he drove me home. Dad was standing on the porch when we drove up. Ben got out and walked me to the door. Dad looked pissed as he stood with his arms crossed over his chest looking up at us. 

    “You scared the hell out of us. If you’re gonna stay out late, damn it, send us a text so we don’t freak out. Ben thanks for bringing him home safe but you need to get your ass home and I mean now before I say something I may regret!”

    “Yes Sir! I will sir. I’m sorry sir!”

    “You get upstairs and to bed, I’ll deal with you tomorrow!” He growled. 

    Needless to say, I got off light and they were okay. Ben called to see if I was in trouble. He’s so sweet to worry about me. He came over and brought flowers for my parents and all was forgiven. He asked if they were ok with us going swimming at his house and soon we were on our way out the door. I spotted the twins watching from a window as we drove off. They didn’t look happy, oh well, I’d deal with them later. 

    “Can I ask you something?” He never took his eyes off the road as he talked. 

    “What’s up?”

    “You brought up me shaving last night”

    “Yeah, I think it sexy, why”

    “I wanna shave you smooth. I think you’d look so hot hairless”

    “How much you wanna take off”

    “Everything from your neck down”

    “Okay, do it. So are you marking your territory?”

    “Maybe a little… You okay with that?”

    “I’ve thought about it several times and I kinda wanted to but it’s hard to reach everything. I like how you’re trimmed up, so yes, I’m good. Let’s do it. Where are we doing this?“

    ”I got the house to myself. Parents are going to a work event at my dads boss’s club and won’t be back until late tonight”

    “The thought of this is making me horny”

    He reached across the seat and groped my hard cock in my shorts. 

    “Someone’s going commando I see, nice. Such a hot little fucker”

    By the time we gat to his place, I was leaking pre like crazy. He had me so worked up. When we arrived, he took me up to his room to his private bath. He removed the bath mats and got out some clippers and a razor. He asked to undress me and I agreed and soon we were both naked and hard. He took the clippers and started on my legs. The fine peach fuzz fell away in downy soft clumps of fluff. Then he did my arms and the little tufts in my pits. The feel of the air conditioning became very noticeable. I’ve hardly any on my chest and nothing on my back so that part was quickly achieved and then my pubes were up. He gently lifted my cock and started on my balls. I’m watching in the mirror and I’m hard as a rock and leaking. He had a little bench pulled up and had me put one foot up on it so he could get to the crack of my ass and took all that hair too. He had me change sides and raise your other leg up to get anything he might have missed. Once he was satisfied with how I looked, he turned on the shower to warm up. He had pretty much worked in silence and I was was watching every move. When the water was warm enough he led me into the big walk in shower and took a seat on the bench. He sat me on his lap and worked by feel as he soaped me up and slide razor over the fine stubble all over my body. He took great care not to cut or nick me. He lay me across he lap to get everything around my little pink hole nice and smooth, he even had me hold my ass open for him. His cock was hard as a rock and it’s warmth radiated as my body slipped around on it. As he finished up with my ass, he slipped his thick middle finger in me. 

    “Adam, your sweet little butt is so hot looking with my finger sliding in and out”

    .He stopped and lifted me up and got me settled on my feet. I’m standing between his wide open thighs, his monster cock is hanging heavy between us and mine is standing straight up like a proud soldier. Soon I’m completely hairless and smooth. 

    “I’ve always thought you were beautiful but seeing you like this, it takes my breath away. Your perfect body is on full display with nothing hiding that perfection from my site. Your just beautiful”

    His massive monster cock still had a tightly clipped patch above it but his balls and cock shaft were silky smooth. I asked and he let me shave his off as smooth as mine. We rinsed off the residue of soap and he took some lotion and covered me in it then patted me dry with a fluffy towel. We got out and he took me back into the bedroom and had me lay back on his bed. He stood and looked down over me?..

    “I know I keep saying it but god you’re beautiful. I could keep you like this forever if you’d let me”

    “You’re embarrassing me, stop”

    “Baby, you got nothing to be embarrassed about. I kinda wish the twins were here to see you like this. As much as I want to keep you all to myself, I wanna show you off almost as bad” 

    As he spoke, he’s absentmindedly stroking his cock, I was thinking how hot that would be for them to see this. I can’t take my eyes off it, it so massive. He turns me on so much and the way he looks at me is stimulating. He’d gotten up on the bed next to me and once again his hands are all over me. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed a plastic jar. It was some kind of lube. He removed the lid and dipped two fingers in it and placed them in my hole. The lips of my little pink boy pussy opened up again for him as he’s staring in my eyes. He works them into me and works them in and out of me. I like this stuff he’s using, it’s not messy and runny like the other lubes the boys used on me. I’d pretty much banned those from our play once they learned to eat me out first. He held the jar over to me to get some for myself. 

    “Get me ready for you baby”

    As I slathered his cock with the stuff, his  skin felt so silky soft and smooth in my hand and yet it was so hard and firm too. As I’m stroking him he’s worked four fingers inside me. He’s got me propped up on pillows flat on my back with my feet planted wide apart and flat on the bed with my knees up. He’s moved in between my open legs on his knees and he’s got fingers from both hands pulling and stretching me open. He reached into a drawer on the side table and pulls out a long lucite probe thing. It has a handle and hilt like a sword but the other end is this rippled phallus snapped thing and he pushes it up into me. 

    “This will help open you up for me. I don’t want you in any pain when I enter you. Does it feel good baby?“

     He’s slowly plunging it into me and working it around. It’s odd, I’ve only had fingers tongues and cock in me but it feels pretty good. He knows what he’s doing, he’s done this before. 

    “Are you ready baby?”

    “Yes, I think so”

    He scoops another glob of the lube and when he pulled that probe out he pushed the lube deep in me and wiped it around inside me. He lifted my legs and pulled me lower in the bed. He pulled the pillows I was leaning on up under my up turned ass and leaned in until he breached my opened hole with that huge mushroom head. I gasped out loud but he held still as I relaxed then slowly started easing it in me. He leaned down and kissed me. 

    “From the first time I set eyes on you and your perky little ass, I wanted to fuck you. That first time wasn’t ideal but for me it was a dream come true. I hope this is better my beautiful boy”

    It was hard to take but a lot easier than the first time. He kept stopping and pushing more of that lube in me and then he’d go deep again. It didn’t take near as long and he was deep inside me. I’m doing yoga breathing and relaxation techniques to be able to take him and it’s paying off. 

    “Adam, I wish you could see this from my point of view. Your little ass looks amazing gaping open around my cock. It’s so hot looking” 

    “It feels like something has  taken over my body. It feels incredible. Just keep doing it like this, slow and deep”

    He’s got me nearly bent in half with my legs up over my head. 

    “Your hairless hole almost looks like a mouth around my cock. This is so hot looking”

    “I wanna see, can you reach your phone? If you can video it I wanna see”

    He got his phone and started filming. He was pulling all the way out and punching back a little faster. 

    “Damn that thing is hot. It’s gonna be even hotter filled with cum”

    By this time he’s put the phone down and is fucking me harder. 

    Oh god, I’m cuming baby! Can you feel me breeding that boy pussy  baby?”

    This whole time he’s fucking me I’m just trying to keep it open so it won’t hurt as much. I love what he’s doing but this is only the second time to take him. That’s a lot a cock to get used to so I’m concentrating on my ass and the feelings inside. I didn’t even notice I’d already shot a load across my chest and a puddle had spilled down my side. All I could think about was that massive cock pumping my guts full. He’s planted he hands on ether side of me on the bed, my legs over his shoulders and he’s plank straight back to the toes he’s standing on. He looks like he’s doing push ups on top of me but he’s lot lowering his body, he rolling his hips to ram his cock up in to me. He getting faster and faster. 

    “Adam, look at me. Look me in the eyes. I wanna watch your face when I breed you. You’re mine now baby, all mine!” He’s nearly yelling at me. 

    I can tell by his face, he’s fixing to cum. 

    “Squeeze that boy cunt, baby! Suck the cum out of my balls! Oh, ahhh, fu, ah fuck!”

    Then I could feel it, that sensation he was pissing hard inside me and he made me cum again too. He was amazing in bed. He was so fantastic making love to me. Both sensual and nasty at the same time. His kissing as he’s fucking me is wonderful. Everything about him is fantastic. He’s a perfect lover. 

    He didn’t pull out of me yet but he’d worked himself down behind me and held me close as he nuzzled my neck and ear, kissing me all over. Damn he’s good. 

    “Babe, I have something I wanna try on you. If you don’t like it, just tell me. I won’t be upset”

    “What is it”

    “It’s a butt plug. Ever heard of one?”

    I shook my head no. He reached in the draw again and pulled out this strange pink rubber thing. It had a tapered end, wider at the top and it closed to a smaller part that had like a oblong handle like thing on it. It looked like a strange bottle stopper. 

    “What’s it for?”

    “This smaller part slips in your hole to keep it open, that way it will be easier to get back inside you later” he pulled me closer and said..”it also keeps my little swimmers inside you and that turns me on. Will you try it on for me?”

    “Okay, let’s try it. What do I do?”

    “I’ll take care of everything, you just relax and do what I tell you”

    He took it from my hand and he slowly pulled his still mostly hard cock from me. I gasped when it was fully out, my body had become accustomed to having him inside me. Once he was fully out, he pushed the thing in me quickly so none of his load was able to leak out. It was a strange feeling but I kinda liked it. 

    “You okay baby boy? Is it uncomfortable?”

    “It’s different but I think I like it”

    “I wanted to try it out on you, see what you thought”

    “Can I ask how you learned about this? I mean it’s kinda hot and all but I’ve never heard anything about something like this”

    “I told you I’ve hooked up with some freaky guys, well some were kinda okay and I picked up a few thing. I’d ask and they’d tell. Some of them were a lot older than me some mid 20’s but all were into the bondage S&M  leather crowd. I never told them my real age because some of it happened when I was 16 but I always looked so much older because I’m tall. Let’s just say I leaned a few tricks. Most of the stuff I ether wouldn’t do or just  did some of it. Mostly they just wanted me to fuck them. Cocks like mine are rare I guess and that was the big draw. I was just horny and wanted to fuck guys”

    “I guess I’m kinda vanilla and boring compared to what you’ve been with”

    “Don’t say that. I love being with you and I think you’re anything but vanilla. Most guys are beating off all a by themselves and might get a hand job if they’re lucky. From what you told me, you and the twins are having three ways all the damn time. I always thought they were hot and then I discovered they were fucking you, damn. Like I said, you’re hardly vanilla”

    We talked a while then got up and put on our swim suits. After getting some drinks we headed out to the pool and played around and talked. We had music cranked up and were having a nice time when out of the corner of my eye I saw someone duck out of site. I snapped my head over to get a better look. 

    “What’s wrong?”

    I swam over closer and said softly…

    “I don’t think we’re alone. I someone over beside the pool house”

    “Stay here and follow my lead” he whispered 

    “Hey, I’m gonna go pee and get another coke, want anything?”

    “Sure get me one too”

    He got out of the pool and walked over to the pool house and that’s when he spotted them hiding in the shrubs. 

    “What the fuck are y’all doing here” he yells

    I jumped out and ran over and find the twins standing there with sheepish looks on their handsome faces. I stood definitely with my arms crossed over my chest. 

    “What are you doing? Tell me you’re not spying on me?”

    “We were worried about you and were just making sure you’re okay”

    “Bull shit! You knew damn good and well I was with Ben, you saw me leave with him. What’s this about?”

    They just stood there looking stupid. They’d look from us to each other and kinda squirm around. 

    “You’re jealous!”

    Chance jerked his head up and looked at me with an angry look. 

    “Because I’m seeing Ben and nether one of you can stand it. That’s why”

    “You’re fucking out of your mind. Why the hell would we care who you date?”

    “Yeah, we promised mom we’d look out for you. That’s all”

    “You can’t stand Ben moving in on your territory”

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

    “I hate to break it to you, but Ben knows everything. He knows about us”

    It was almost funny, they both looked like they’d been sucker punched. 

    “It’s okay, he’s not gonna tell anyone”

    Chase dropped on the step he was standing by and looked up at me with a betrayed look. 

    “Why did you tell him, why would you do something like that to us?”

    He dropped his head in his hands. I walked over and knelt down before them, Chance had sat beside him. I put a hand on both of them and said

    “Guys, it’s not like that. I never said a word. I’d never betray your trust. I love you guys too much. He figured it out”

    Ben, ever the sweetheart spoke up…

    “Come on y’all, come sit with us. Let’s talk about it” 

    Reluctantly, they came and sat with us in the pool. We put their minds at ease and he convinced them he wasn’t the enemy. 

    “I gotta lot of respect for y’all. The way y’all looked out for and protected Adam was and is amazing. I know you think he still needs it but I don’t. Besides, he’s got me as well. I also know y’all have a special relationship that’s way beyond just friends and I understand it”

    We’re not gay!

    “Adam told me. Relax, I’m cool with it. I know it’s about him. We don’t need to put a label on it”

    “I can’t believe you saw us, fuck!”

    “Ha! I did see ya fuck and it was hot as hell!”

    Ben and I started laughing and the boys kinda grinned sheepishly. 

    “Come on guys! Ya gotta admit it funny. I mean think about it. Adams okay with it, hell it turned me on. Y’all are fucking hot together. It’s just a little different now that we’re dating”

    They still didn’t look very happy but Ben was determined to bring them around. He invited them to stay and hang out, he even ordered pizza. I knew they were thinking what we had was over and I quietly told Ben. He hugged me and asked if that’s what I wanted. 

    “Baby, I know this is all new with us and honestly I’d like to be your boyfriend but I’m not putting any demands on you. I’d never do that, I don’t think that way. That’s totally up to you. You know I think what you got with them turns me on. If anything I don’t want that to change I just want to be a part of it. But you gotta talk that out with them”

    You really do get this, don’t ya?”

    He just gave me a kiss as an answer. 

    “I’ve had enough sun. Ben, can we go in to have pizza?”

    “Anything you want”

    They all followed me inside and sat at the breakfast bar. That’s when Chase noticed my smooth arms. He ran a finger up one and then he saw everything was as smooth. 

    “Chance, dude, look at him! He’s all hairless! When did you do that?”

    “This morning. Do you like it?”

    Chance did a wolf whistle and ran his fingers over my smooth chest. He looked at Ben and asked…

    “Damn, did you do this? It’s kinda hot. Ya did his arms legs and chest too. I like it”

    Ben smiled…

    “More than that. Adam, show your boys what I did to you”

    I stood up and stepped out in front of them and turned away a bit. I slid my trunks down and turned back to face them. Both got big grins and reached for me. 

    “Damn boy! That’s hot as hell. Come here let me see”

    Chases fingers danced over my slick public area and his other hand on my waist pulling me closer slipped down to cup little ass and his eyes got big. He pulled me around to see what was in my ass. 

    “What the hell is that?”

    He snapped his head up and looked between me and Ben. He explained it to them. Chance said it looked like a bottle stopper and wanted to know what it was for. Ben came over and pulled me to him as he reached over and played with the pink plug stuffed in me. 

    “It’s to make it easier for him” 

    “Easier for what?

    Ben asked if he could show them. At this point I was so horny, I was naked in front of all of them and I needed some relief. I wanted him in me again and I wanted them to see it. So of course I said yes. He told me to relax, lean forward and push out and he slipped the pink plug out of me. The boys made some groaning noises as he moved his hand away. My smooth boy pussy was wide open and the milky load he’d shot up in me started to leak out. 

    “Fucken A! Look at that Chance. Damn, what’s that running out of him?”

    Ben dropped his speedo and slipped a few fingers in my open hole. He got them wet and then he used it to coat his massive hard cock. He had me get down on the floor on all fours and started sliding his cock in me. As he was over halfway in he looked at the twins and said. 

    “I hear y’all wanted to see me fuck him. Watch closely” 

    And with that he sunk the rest of his massive cock in me. Oh god it felt wonderful. I finally understood why he wanted me to keep that in me. It kept me a little open so he could get back in without hurting me. He checked to make sure I was really okay and then he opened up on me. He started slow but not as slow as before and soon he’s power fucking me. In my sex crazed state of delirium, I noticed my boys have pulled out their cocks and are beating off like mad. Chance stood up and stripped off and stepped up for me to suck his cock. Bens slamming hard and I feel him getting close. His hands are on my shoulders and he’s slamming me back as he rams forward. Chance can hardly keep is cock in my throat and then he’s breeding my wide open hole. He just pushes in as far as he can and holds it as that gusher fills me full. Once

    He’s finished he pulls out of me and also pulls me off Chance. He’s looking at Ben in confusion but only for a second. Ben guides his big cum slimed cock into my open mouth and pushed my ass back for Chance to fuck. He rammed his cock up in my wide open sloppy hole and is fucking me. He looks over at his twin stroking his cock waiting his turn up my loaded ass. I’m nursing Bens cock as Chance painted my ass with his load. He fell back and slid over making room for Chase. He didn’t hesitate for a second, he was balls deep in me in a heartbeat and my full ass squirted cum back on him. That seemed to really turn him on and he was hardly in me any time at all and he was dumping his load in me. By that time I was spent. My cock was untouched as I was hanging on for dear life. Ben got up and helped me to my feet. Turns out I’d been so caught up getting fucked I didn’t even notice that I’d shot my load all over the floor. As I stood, my legs buckled under me and I started to fall. Ben scooped me up in his arms like a baby, my body going limp. He carried me to the couch and lay me down. His face a web of concern. 

    “I’m sorry baby. I went too far. We all did!”

    The twins got me some water and a wet towel and were soon all over me making sure I was okay and apologizing all over the place. 

    “I’m okay guys. I’m just exhausted, you wore me out. I just need to rest a bit”

    They were all feeling a little guilty, thinking they overstepped. But the thing is, after all the twins and had done over the year, I craved it. I loved sex with them and was always ready when they asked. Now with Ben in my life, I was bound to be experiencing way more and different things. He said he craved a normal relationship but with all he’d experienced in the wild side, normal wasn’t really an option. I looked forward to learning more from him, I was liking this a lot. When he shaved me I was hesitant but as it all went away I got more into it. I liked the I looked and I liked how he looked at me that way. Things were changing, I was growing into a different person. As self confident as I was every day, I was becoming more subservient to theses three guys. I loved them sharing me and I loved how they doted and worried about me. They all cared about me greatly and wanted me to be happy and satisfied. The rest of the summer was filled with days and nights like this one. Ben and I were getting stronger as a couple but the boys were still a huge part of the equation. Our senior year was going to be interesting. Ben was completely out of the closet and the twins were still operating on the DL. Nether Ben nor I wanted to out them for their desires. We had a good thing going and I couldn’t be happier.


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  • The Theory of Chaos

    Justin ambled down a corridor, the one that led past the toilet rooms, looking for an exit. He needed fresh air. In the last ten minutes he had made a mess of everything and couldn’t take any more of the judgmental stares, the snide comments or watch Emily shedding tears while calling him an asshole and a little shit. He deserved it, all of it, but after a while, he didn’t need to hear anymore. It wouldn’t make him feel any worse, no matter how hard everyone else at the table tried.

    Around a corner Justin finally stumbled upon an exit. Pushing through out into the night he took a deep breath, the first he had been able to take without feeling like he would throw up. He held his head back and stared up into the nighttime sky wondering how the night could possibly get weirder.

    “What brings you out?”

    Justin stumbled, caught himself and looked over to where the voice came from. He was surprised to see Anthony sitting on a low wall, feet dangling over the opposite side, looking over his shoulder.

    “Anthony; you scared the shit out of me.”

    “Are you being racist?”

    “What? No…huh?” Justin stammered, not sure if Anthony is serious or not.

    Anthony starts to laugh, then turns back around looking out over the parking lot. Justin realizes the exit is near the port cochere at the entry and out in front of him all his classmate’s rides to the prom. Trucks, small hatchbacks, SUVs and sitting up close a line of limos, one of which is his own rental. He walks toward Anthony feeling they are in the same boat.

    “Have a seat Justin and tell me why you’re not inside with Lisa” said Anthony without looking around.

    Justin eases down next to Anthony and sits quiet for a minute.

    “I’m not sure, but…”

    The front doors swing open, banging against their stops and voices can be heard moving out toward the parking lot. Indistinct but loud, growing louder as the group steps underneath the port cochere. Lisa, followed by Charley and Paula, storm across the drop-off lane and around the landscaped island where the support columns are positioned.

    “…that son of a bitch. He actually had the nerve to say he was sorry. Can you fucking believe…” exclaims Lisa, who for some unknown reason, turns to where Justin is sitting. She freezes for a moment, then lets the long prom dress drop to the ground as she raises both hands, the middle finger prominently extended. “Fuck you, Justin Andrews! FUCK YOU!” Then he she storms off, heading into the parking lot. Paula runs to catch up and Charley flips Justin off too, then follows the girls.

    “Jesus, she’s really pissed” said Anthony, stifling a laugh.

    “Yep.”

    “And she’s mad because?”

    Justin takes a deep breath, looks down at the shrubbery running along the low wall at his feet. He sees discarded bottles, a cigarette pack, cigarette butts and one used condom. “I should have done it a month ago…or waited till next week or later, but I just couldn’t do it anymore. I couldn’t keep pretending there was something…” Justin’s voice trails off.

    “So, you broke up with her at the prom? Fuck, dude, that is evil.”

    “Yeah…I guess” Justin mumbles. They sit silent for a few minutes then it hits Justin that Anthony is with him, not inside with Jayla. “Anthony? What are you doing out here?”

    “Well, it seems I’m not putting in enough effort, or something like that.”

    “Huh?”

    The front doors swing open again, banging against their stops as before. A small group come out. Jordan and Chloe, Jeremy and Alexis and in the middle of them, Jayla. They’re huddled together. They move as one across the drop-off lane and cut right toward the parking lot close to where Anthony and Justin are sitting.

    Jeremy spots the two of them on the low wall and points as he speaks to Jayla. She steps from the group and suddenly it is a replay of earlier. Two hands up, middle finger extended prominently as she yells at Anthony. “F-U-C-K Y-O-U!” Each syllable distinct, clearly spoken, echoing across the parking lot.

    Anthony and Justin can’t help it. It’s too similar to earlier with Lisa, and they bust out laughing as Anthony tries to apologize, to say he didn’t mean to hurt her.

    “Real classy, bro” said Jordan as he leads Jayla back to the group.

    “Oh, you shouldn’t have laughed” said Justin.

    “I…damn, you laughed too.”

    “So, what did you do?”

    “I have no fucking idea. But it has something to do with not paying attention to her…I think.”

    “You didn’t listen one time and…”

    “It’s been going on for a while. I guess I should have done what you should have; broke up with her a month ago.”

    Jordan swung around along the drive in front of Justin and Anthony, easing by as Jayla threw his change of clothes out the window. The rear window raised back in place and the car sped around the perimeter of the parking lot.

    “Damn” Anthony uttered under his breath as he went to retrieve his clothes.

    “Well, they were nice enough to leave your clothes” said Justin as he watched the car exit the parking lot.

    “Yeah, real nice of them to think of me” said Anthony as he made his way to the drive.

    Clothes in hand, Anthony sat back next to Justin. The two of them exhaled then sighed about their predicament. They are so silent the sound of music can be faintly heard coming from inside the building.

    “Hey, you want to get out of here?” Justin asked, looking over.

    “Seriously?”

    “Yeah. I have a limo that needs to take me home and return to wherever it came from. We can get my Jeep and ride around?”

    “Justin, we’ve never done anything together in all the years we’ve gone to school.”

    “And?”

    “Okay, tonight is fucked up, so why stop now.”

    “You have a ride out there you need to take to my house?”

    “Jayla and I rode with Jordan and Chloe, so…”

    “So, you need a ride. Come on.”

    They rode in silence while the limo navigated the parking lot, then the streets of the town as it made its way south. Once out of town and on the narrow state road heading to Justin’s house, Anthony turned from the window and looked at Justin.

    “Why did it not work with Lisa?”

    “I…”

    “I get it” Anthony replied, then looked back out the window watching the dark shadows of the land pass by.

    ‘Did he?’ Justin wondered as he let himself look at Anthony, really look at him. He knew the physical statistics, the tallest boy in their class, the best player on the basketball team and one of the best on the baseball team. Six foot four, one sixty-eight, and Africa-American with some Native American thrown in that Anthony knew about, plus some genes no one was sure of. Black hair, brown eyes and a skin tone that made Justin think of his coffee with the sugar and cream mixed into it. The thought made him feel anxious, his heart racing in his chest. He had been so good at burying those thoughts, of hiding them behind a mask. One of the jocks who played football and baseball. Five foot ten and one hundred and fifty pounds. The guy who dated Lisa for the last five months.

    He looked at the long legs stretched out, one hand on the console between them and the other holding the square jaw with the elbow resting on the armrest. He had looked at other boys in his class, fighting the images that came to mind, but now, looking at Anthony, he didn’t fight the images. Instead he let them play out. Anthony in the locker room, naked, the tall lean frame and cock that hung long. The smooth skin of the torso, from cock to neck. The muscular nature of it. He swallowed hard and diverted his eyes out his own window, wondering ‘why now?’.

    The limo pulled into the circular drive in front of Justin’s home, the brick ranch house stretching out long and low, with the garage on the right end. They climbed out and Justin led Anthony to the end of the house and past the garage doors to the rear side where his Jeep sat. It was open, no doors or top.

    “Let’s get out of these ridiculous suits and into more comfortable clothes. Unlocking a side door, Justin led Anthony into the garage, turning on the overhead lights. They stood along the back wall where a work bench ran its length. They stripped off the rental suits, laying them carelessly on the bench. Justin tried not to look at Anthony, but he couldn’t stop himself. He glanced over time and time again, and each time he saw Anthony looking back. After a while, they smiled nervously at each other as they buttoned up shirts.

    “Where are we going?” Anthony whispered as he climbed into the Jeep.

    “I don’t know. Any ideas?” Justin replied as he started the engine. The Jeep rumbled to life, the exhaust sounding far too loud. Justin eased it into reverse and let the Jeep ease backward, the motor still at a low idle.

    They were on the road, heading west, Justin vaguely aware of where he was heading. The wind swirled around the open Jeep. They motored across the countryside and along the descent toward the river, where the road began to curve, winding its way down to the highway that ran parallel to the river. At the stop sign, Justin looked both ways along the dark highway, turned left and accelerated back to speed. He drove only for a mile, slowed, and turned on a gravel road heading down to the river.

    “The gravel pits?” Anthony asked, voice raised enough for Justin to hear.

    “Why not?” Justin replied as he motored along the narrow lane that passed small ponds created by the digging of the gravel vein beneath the sandy surface. When the lane forked, he took the one less traveled, cutting right. He slowed as they forded one large area of water after the next, at times coming up to the underside of the Jeep.

    “Shit, its deep” exclaimed Anthony.

    “Relax, we’ll make it. I used to come down here all the time” Justin replied.

    “Why?”

    “Why what?”

    “Why did your ass come down there?” Anthony asked, smirking at Justin’s sudden denseness.

    “I don’t know. A place to get away, I guess” Justin replied as he negotiated another turn, one where the tree canopy hung down low enough to rake the top of the windshield and roll bar.

    “You know if we get stuck, we’re fucked, right?”

    “We’re not going to get stuck” said Justin in mock aggravation as he forded water that came up on the body a couple of inches.

    Eventually they came to a small clearing, the dark reflective waters visible in the headlights through the oak and magnolia that lined the bank. To the left brick piers were sticking up in square patterns over the sandy ground.

    “It was a logging camp years ago. It burned back in the late fifties. Nothing left but those piers” said Justin when he saw Anthony look over toward them. “In the glovebox is a flashlight” he added as he opened the console and took out another one for himself.

    The two of them walked down to the river, shining beams of light over its rippling surface. They moved along the bank till the undergrowth was too thick to continue and they circled back cutting up the slope to one of the gravel ponds.

    “I’ve heard about these gravel ponds but have never been here” said Anthony breaking the silence that had been lingering between them.

    “I come here all the time…just to think.”

    “Why didn’t it work with Lisa?” Anthony asked again, as they followed a lane to the next pond.

    “I don’t know” Justin lied, then he shined his flashlight in Anthony’s face and lowered his voice, making it sound accusatory, “You confess, Anthony Williams, why didn’t it work with Jayla?”

    Anthony laughed nervously, shaking his head. “Get that light out of my face. I can’t see” he replied, shining his own flashlight in Justin’s face.

    The flashlights aimed back at the lane as they continued walking, Justin asked again, this time his voice so low Anthony barely heard him. “Why did you not stop her from leaving?”

    “It didn’t feel right to stop her. I wasn’t really into her. There was the idea of it, this beautiful, popular girl, who could make me seem just as popular, just as beautiful in some way.”

    “But?”

    “But it was a lie. She wasn’t the one. Whatever the fuck ‘the one’ is supposed to be.”

    “Have you ever wondered if you were to pursue someone that really drew your attention, was an attraction you wanted, and you knew to do so would cause you to be looked at differently, could you do it?”

    “I think so…maybe. It’s hard to disappoint those that have certain expectations. You know; marry the right girl, get the right job, make a home, have children…” said Anthony, his voice trailing off.

    Justin didn’t respond, and the two of them strolled along the gravel lane, the white crushed rock reflecting their light giving everything around them a silvery glow. When one beam of light or the other pointed out ahead of them, they could see the reflection of the blue Jeep off in the distance.

    Justin knocked the flashlight out of Anthony’s hand and took off running.

    “Last one to the Jeep is the biggest asshole of the night” Justin yelled as he ran. He knew he had to get a big head start, for Anthony was one of the fastest guys in his class. It was impossibly quick when he heard the footfalls of Anthony quickly gaining. Far too quick to beat him to the Jeep.

    “You are a slow white boy” Anthony taunted as he came up right behind Justin, causing the two of them to laugh, losing stride. A hand touched Justin’s shoulder, fingers grasping at his shirt.

    “Gotcha” Anthony exclaimed as he tugged Justin back. It threw Justin off balance and his feet tripped up on the uneven ground, and he fell right in front of Anthony, tripping him too as he went down. They tumbled over each other, legs and arms flying around till they came to a rest. Justin was on his back and Anthony was laying over his stomach perpendicular to him. They made a cross of panting bodies, sweating in the hot humid night from their brief exertion. One flashlight cut a beam over Anthony’s legs and the other pointed out over a gravel pond. It cast them in deep shadow, and the world seemed to close in around them. There were hard exhales, then slowly, only a chuckle from one then the other, till both were laughing.

    “I think you ripped my shirt” said Justin as he let his hands rest on Anthony’s chest.

    “I wanted to see your white boy body” Anthony replied, laughing at his own joke.

    Justin fell silent, his fingers tapping nervously on Anthony’s chest. In a low voice, with a nervous reverberation in each syllable, he asked the question he had wanted to ask since he got Anthony in his Jeep. “Do you?”

    Anthony feel silent and lay still over Justin as fingers tapped at his chest.

    “Maybe.”

    Justin stopped tapping Anthony’s chest. Instead he drew circles with one finger, feeling the firm muscular body beneath the soft fabric. He wondered if Anthony would stop him. If a hand would reach out suddenly, grabbing his own making him stop this touching. But it didn’t and he ran his fingers along the chest, across the shoulder then finally, touching bare flesh, up along the long neck. He traced the lines of muscle that ran along its length. The skin was smooth till near the jaw where the faint stubble of beard could be felt. He traced the jaw and watched the Adam’s apple bob up and down as Anthony swallowed. He moved a finger just below the lips, which were thin, slightly uneven, and he pictured how one side curled up more than the other when Anthony laughed or talked. Daringly, something that seemed to be crossing a line more than the initial touching, he rubbed those lips, feeling the softness of each. The lips parted and sucked his fingers in, and he felt the soft slick warmth of Anthony’s mouth and imagined other things they could be doing, things more intimate, sexual in nature. He felt his cock stir in his jeans as he moved his fingers up and over the broad flat nose, around one closed eye and over the thin arched eyebrow above.

    “Anthony?”

    “Don’t think of it…okay. Just for tonight.”

    Justin moved his fingers to the side of Anthony’s head and traced the curvature of the ear then toyed with the silver hoop earring, tugging on it slightly.

    Anthony opened his eyes and rolled over till he was looking down at Justin, their faces only inches apart. Justin wondered if Anthony would do it, start something, anything, that would take away the knot inside his stomach. He imagined what the other guys would say if they could see the two of them. There would be taunts, cruel insults, some racist. But it was what he imagined the girls would say that seemed worse. But they were alone, in this dark quiet place, away from prying eyes, and he wanted to know what it was like with another boy, even one so different in every way. Maybe those differences made the idea of further violations of social norms seem acceptable, for he knew some of those norms were wrong, and maybe, just maybe they were wrong about this too. Wrong regardless of what the church said or the adults that tried to create a path to a future he didn’t want, or his classmates he struggled of late to call friends, knowing some of the things they said and did. Eyes wide open, unable to look away, he leaned up and kissed Anthony. It was a simple kiss, with full contact, lingering long enough Anthony would know it was not a joke, not done in jest, but in an honesty that had been lacking in his life for far too long. Then he fell back on the ground and looked up at the dark silhouette wondering if that would be the thing that brought this moment to an end, or if…

    Anthony leaned down and kissed him, passionately, lips moving over lips, tongue sliding over teeth, then pushing in moving against his own. Hands moved along his body, a leg slipped between his own, the knee coming up tight to his crotch making his cock flex with arousal. Anthony seemed to blanket him, to cover him entirely in flesh and blood and hot exhales of air.

    Then Anthony was helping Justin to his feet, pulling him toward the Jeep, as hands continued to touch him, to move over his chest, around his back, down over his ass, fingers digging into each cheek, and he stumbled and tripped with nearly every step as he let Anthony do it, not wanting it to stop. As they neared the Jeep, Anthony tugged his shirt off tossing it on the ground, then hands were at his jeans, working the button loose, tugging the zipper down and he helped work them down, pulling jeans and boxers together, working each foot free. Anthony tossed the jeans and boxer over the hood as he looked down at his nakedness. The faint glow of his skin, and the rising cock growing harder and harder. A hand moved to it and he gasped while being stroked. Falling back against the front fender, the wide tire pressed to the back of his legs he spread his legs letting Anthony move up between them feeling the clothed body press against his nakedness. It was a submission, this exposure to Anthony, his body on full display, cock hard, wanting, and he hugged the Anthony tight against his bare flesh.

    Justin wanted Anthony naked too, and he pushed him back, and frantically worked to unbutton the shirt, fingers feeling twice as thick, unable to move as fast he wanted. Anthony’s hands took his, stopped them, pulling them back and he worried everything was going to stop.

    “Let me” Anthony whispered, and Justin watched the shirt fall open slowly, from top down to the tail, revealing the dark smooth torso within. As Anthony let the shirt fall from his arms, Justin reached out and pulled the jeans open, the button pulling loose, then those of the fly. ‘A button fly’ Justin noted as the jeans popped open revealing boxer briefs that tented obscenely with hard cock. He wanted Anthony naked, and he eased down on his knees tugging the jeans and briefs down as he went. He saw the thick hard cock come into view. Anthony raised one foot then the other letting him get the jeans and briefs free, tossing them to the side.

    Still on his knees, Justin looked up along the long legs, then the cock that was right in his face. He’d never been this close to another guy, so close he captured the masculine scent of him. He couldn’t hold back, didn’t want to, as he leaned forward and tongued the head then kissed it.

    “Fuck” Anthony exclaimed.

    Justin kissed along the length of Anthony’s cock, all the way to the base then back down to the head. He took the flared head in his mouth, tonguing it, toying with it till hands grabbed his shoulders with fingers digging into each. He pushed forward taking what he could, letting it fill his mouth. He held still for a few seconds, savoring the feel of another boy in his mouth, this intimacy the other boys joked about in the locker room, the taunts that were meant to be disgusting, lewd; an act of submission that called into question one’s manhood. But with Anthony, on his knees and cock in his mouth, he didn’t feel any less a man. It didn’t feel lewd or disgusting. It felt right. It felt like an intimacy he had been wanting. To make another guy feel good, to give him pleasure. He moved on it, head pulling back then pushing forward, over and over, falling into a rhythm.

    It was too quick. He hadn’t gotten Anthony to the point of release and hands slipped under his arms and pulled him to his feet. Anthony moved with determination, pushing him back against the Jeep while moving down to his knees. Justin felt spit drool down his chin, and he let it drip off. While he panted for breath, his cock sank into Anthony’s mouth.

    “Jesus… fuck” Justin uttered, head thrown back, eyes closed, as his cock was enveloped in the slickness of Anthony’s mouth. Tongue toyed with him, made him shudder. He was too aroused, this his first time. There was no holding back and before he could warn Anthony he shuddered and pushed forward, as his cock exploded and filled Anthony’s mouth. He felt every flex of ejaculation, and how his cum pooled around his cock. Then there was the feel of swallowing and he shivered with the sensation.

    When Anthony finally released him, he was still hard, cock wet and dripping. Hands took his waist and turned him to face the Jeep and he braced his hands on the curved edge of the hood as his legs were pushed apart. He allowed this manipulation of his body. He wanted it. Hands spread his ass open and he felt the hot exhales caress the skin, then he jerked with the shocking realization that Anthony’s tongue was touching him, moving down between his ass cheeks, dragging up and down the crevice. He shuddered with the feel of it. The way it touched him in such a private place, the intimacy of it. The tongue slid wetly over his opening, circled its tightness till he banged his head against the hood.

    “Anthony! Please!  Fuck…”

    He opened to the touch, opened to its teasing and manipulation. He spread his legs further apart, reached back and pulled his ass cheeks open giving Anthony all the access to his body he could. It seemed like Anthony was going to crawl up inside him, the way he bore into his hole opening him up. He knew where it would lead. He knew what Anthony meant to do. He knew what Anthony wanted. He wanted it too.

    “Fuck me…come on, put it in me” Justin begged, and he lay his head on the hood, breathing hard through his mouth. He kept his eyes closed, focusing only on the sensations Anthony was giving him. The torment of it. The hands on his legs that moved up and down. The face pushed between his cheeks and the tongue that touched him, stroked his desire till he didn’t care how his role in this intimacy would be perceived by others. The white boy letting a black boy fuck him. He didn’t care about their differences, only the thing they were sharing, this desire for another. It was gay and at this moment, he found a way to accept it. A way to let himself explore his sexuality. For he had never wanted anything as much as he wanted this moment with another boy.

    Anthony stood behind him, moved up close and he felt the touch, the flared wet head of cock rub one ass cheek then the other, and finally, after far too much teasing, the push between them. It touched his opening, rubbed wetly over it then pushed against its tightness. Justin pushed back and felt the stretching as he opened to Anthony. The flared head squeezed through his tightness making him shudder. It sat inside him, just inside his hole and he relaxed to it as Anthony held still.

    “Anthony…give me more” Justin whispered as he pushed back slowly.

    Justin felt the fullness of cock sinking into his hole. This unbelievable connection, their bodies locking together, with flesh pressed against flesh. Anthony pushed all the way inward and lay against his back as he focused on this penetration, the feeling of cock pushed deep within his body. He wondered if Anthony could push further inside him. If he could possibly get another inch. Just a little more inside his body.

    Instead he felt the tug at his opening as Anthony pulled outward, slowly, inch by agonizing inch, till only the head remained. Then the push back inward, just as slow, and Justin shivered with the feel of the penetration, the depth Anthony could push into him. A slow steady rhythm, the pull outward, then the push back in, till they were fucking, Justin rocking in sync with Anthony. Their fuck grew faster, more urgent, and Anthony began to smack against his ass. The sound of it echoed loudly in his ears as hands held his waist in a tight grip. He moaned, grunted whenever Anthony slammed against his ass a bit harder. His own cock, hard as rock, was pinned between his body and the fender, painfully trapped with every push inward and he grew more aroused by it.

    “FUCK…you’re so goddamn tight” Anthony exclaimed as he moved his hands from Justin’s waist to his shoulders, pulling him upright. “Take me…take me” he grunted as he held tight to Justin while hammering cock into his depths.

    “OH…oh…Anthony” Justin mumbled, breathlessly and he stood upright letting Anthony hug their bodies together, one arm around his neck, almost too tight, as he rocked at the hips with the fucking of his ass. The other hand moved down his sweaty chest, over his undulating stomach till it held him tightly. It stroked him in rhythm with their fuck, hard, fast, till Justin could think of nothing but their sex. The physical nature of it. He shuddered with the stimulation of it all. Throwing his head back against Anthony’s shoulder he felt hot exhales on the side of his face, the nip of his ear then a tugging. He cried out, thrust his hips forward and painted the side of his Jeep with cum.

    “Damn…that feels too…” Anthony stammered as Justin came. Cock piston through Justin’s hole as it spasm with his release and he jerked and shuddered till cum dribbled from his cock and he was begging Anthony to stop.

    “Please…no more…stop” Justin uttered as Anthony plowed into his depths then jammed hips against his ass over and over and over filling him with cum.

    Justin lay over the fender, head down on the cooled hood with Anthony on his back, both breathing hard.

    “That was…”

    “Incredible” Anthony finished for him.

    The school year ended, and Justin, Anthony and their classmates sat through their graduation ceremony. They tossed caps in the air and posed for pictures. They huddled with their friends, made small talk, planned for the night’s celebrations, a bonfire at Melissa’s and later, some of them going to the river to party. All through the events, Justin would glance over to Anthony, and a smile would pass between them. Their shared secret amusing to them on this day, their last day being high school students. They had gone back to school, took the comments, the judgments and nasty looks for how they handled things with Lisa and Jayla. They hung with their remaining friends as if nothing was different. But after school, away from prying eyes, they would find places to be alone. Places they could explore the physical intimacies of sex between two guys.

    Neither could bring themselves to come out to their friends, to let others know of this relationship that developed between them. On Friday and Saturday nights they would drive to Lexington or Evergreen or all the way to one of the cities a little over an hour away where they didn’t feel a need to hide their relationship, letting it look like just two friends in public. And in private they let themselves have the freedom to do as they wished.

    During the summer, they drifted away from their friends, knowing it was time, no longer having much in common with any of them. They lived their secret lives, at times feeling guilty about the secrecy. But they were still tethered to the area, old lives still playing out and they lacked the confidence and will to do otherwise. Each was stalling, playing a waiting game, thinking once they left, Anthony to a small Division II college where his basketball skills earned him a scholarship and a chance to pursue his dreams, and Justin to a university in North Carolina where he too would be pursuing his own dream, they could then open up to others about themselves.

    August arrived too quickly, neither ready for the summer to end. Neither ready to say goodbye as they broke up, ending a relationship that never had a chance, each set in a different path. They talked about it during the summer in moments they were feeling melancholy. How their secret relationship would come to an end. It was bittersweet, for it also meant they would be taking the next step in their lives.


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  • Aussie Threesome in Vegas

    In Aussie I live in a pretty small town, it is only 90 minutes to Sydney but it isn’t that big of a place.

    When I was just in Breckenridge, that is a pretty small town as well and I suppose since being an adult, I’ve always lived in relatively small towns.

    So hooking up, isn’t the same as it is in a big city.

    But now I’m in Vegas and I’m like a kid in a candy store!!!

    I got in about 3pm to the hotel, I’m staying at Paris.  For some reason it is cheaper than every where else.  I had the cab driver swing by a liquor store and I grabbed a bottle of Jameson’s and a couple of cigars.  I had some work to do (I reply to member emails religiously, that is part of the benefits of being a member is that we get to chat).  So I stripped down to my new AussieBum speedos, pulled up a chair, poured myself a scotch and did an hours work.

    Then it was time to hit the pool.  I poured a nice strong scotch into my coffee mug, threw on a shirt, shorts, tennis shoes and I headed out.

    The pool at Paris is beautiful.  Apart from the price being cheap, it is why I love staying there.

    Not a whole lot of people around and of course nobody else in a speedo.

    I slipped in and since there wasn’t much happening, I turned on Grindr (for those who don’t know, it is an online gay mobile hookup app).  My profile is kinda funny and it is this photo….  (www.AussieSpeedoGuy.org/gayspeedo/daveinhottub.jpg).

    This is why I love it when I visit big cities….. lots of guys DTF (down to fuck)!!!

    Just as I turned Grindr on, I got a call from a mate of mine in the US and we chatting for 10 minutes or so.  When I hung up, I had 25 messages on Grindr.

    23 of those messages were “Hey” from guys with no profile photo or no information about themselves.  I deleted those 23 messages and the one that was most interesting was from a couple, they had nothing on their profile but their message had photos of them on the beach, wearing speedos.

    That was interesting, I asked them for more details.  Since they had all of mine.

    Early 30’s, Aussie guys from Melbourne, just been skiing in Lake Tahoe.  Would love to add a third. What’s done in Vegas…..

    My next question was, your place or mine?  The app said they were 800 feet (might have been yards) from my location.  I told them I was at the pool at Paris.

    They replied saying they were at Planet Hollywood and guessed that I was the guy wearing a black and white speedo.  They could see me from their hotel room.

    I asked them if they wanted to join me at the pool but they said they had a dinner reservation so were looking more for a ‘right now’ thing.  A little bit of back and forward and it was agreed, my hotel room in 20 minutes.

    Perfect timing, I had just finished my scotch.

    I went back up to my hotel room, I had a shower, a shave (shaved everywhere), put on my red Resqme Speedos (the ones the Aussie Senator gave me – click here to read about that experience) and I was just finishing up when there was a knock at the door…

    When the door opened, the two Aussie guys were welcomed by me in all my red speedo glory.  I wasn’t 100% hard, but I was half way there.

    We shook hands, like men do before they butt fuck each other, and they came in.  They did look just like their profile, one taller blond guy, one shorted brunette, both good looking guys and they were dressed up for their dinner.  I didn’t even need to ask, they started stripping out of their going out clothes.  While they did this I asked if they wanted a drink which they didn’t, and I went to my sex kit bag and grabbed some condoms and lube.

    By the time I returned from the bathroom, they had both stripped down to their speedos.  Matching blue AussieBums.

    The blonde was sitting in the chair and the brunette was kneeling on the bed.

    There wasn’t a whole lot of communication going on, the three of us just knew we were there to fuck and/or be fucked.

    I jumped up on the bed and the brunette and I attacked each other…

    Making out, hands everywhere, grindings our cocks together and my semi hard on went to 100% hard on quickly.  The brunette and I were on our knees and I had nearly forgotten about his husband sitting in the chair watching us.

    I broke off our embrace and I got behind the brunette…. my cock rubbing up against his butt crack and the lycra of my speedos, and the nylon of his AussieBums making it slide up and down like silk.  I looked up at his blonde husband and asked him if he wanted to watch me fuck his husband?

    Reaching around I started rubbing the bruntte’s cock through his speedo.  With a smile, his husband told me that the brunette needs a good fucking and gave me permission.

    With the brunette’s arse rubbing up and down my cock, it was pretty obvious that he wanted me to fuck him too.

    I reached around with both of my hands and blindly undid the brunette’s drawstring on his AussieBum speedos.  You might remember that I had a hookup in Australia and it was a bit of a surprise and I had double knotted my speedos, I was swimming laps so didn’t want them to get undone.  That experience, it was an amateur mistake that we ended up horny as hell and fumbling with a double knotted drawstring.  Thankfully the brunette only had a single bow tied and I was able to undo it.

    Being careful to keep his erect cock inside his speedo, I pulled the bum down revealing his man-gina.

    While I grabbed a condom and lube…. the brunette instinctively bent over.  He was talking dirty to his husband the whole time which was pretty hot.

    Once I was ready, condom on and lacquered with lube,  I guided it to the entrance that I was being offered.  Being a gentleman, I asked if he was ready  He was.

    When I know a guy is just wanting my cock in his arse I sometimes like to take his breath away and just ram my cock in.  First stroke, all the way to the hilt.  But, I didn’t know the brunette so I chose the opposite approach, going slow.  I rested the tip of my cock at his rear entrance, just touching it.  It was a great looking pucker hole, I’m assuming he had it waxed and it was spotlessly clean.

    I held it there, just touching and the brunette and his husband were both begging, maybe it was a little bit of chanting from the husband to just fuck him!!!

    I eased the tip in.  I let it go in so the entire head of my cock popped in and his sphincter clamped around it.  The brunette liked that.  Liked it so much he was asking for more.

    I was concentrating, looking down at my headless cock when I noticed the husband get up off the chair.  He got on the bed in front of the brunette.  He pulled down the front of his AussieBum speedos and offered up his cock.  From what I could see, the brunette gobbled up that cock.  The husband and I were now face to face, he grabbed me around the neck and pulled me in, he told me to fuck his husband, fuck him hard, then he kissed me.  My cock slid all the way in to his husband’s arse.

    The brunette gave out a moan and since I was bent over a fair bit kissing the blonde, I just left it buried deep inside.

    After a little bit, the blonde released me from our kiss and whispered to me again, he instructed me to fuck his husband…. hard.

    With both hands on his hips, I slowly pulled back, my slippery cock sliding nicely in that tight arsehole.  I pulled back to that point where the entire head of my cock was still inside him, pausing for a second or two, then sliding it back in to the cock muffled moans of the brunette who was busy sucking off his husband.

    Then I hit my stride.

    Out, in, out, in, out, in…. you get the point.

    I was so horny and this was so hot a scenario I couldn’t hold back and I started slamming this guys arse.

    As you can imagine, it wasn’t long and I was approaching the edge.  I didn’t stop or pause I just kept slamming his arse as I came.  And I came hard.  My last thrust I felt like my cock was going to come out of his tummy.

    After pulse and pulse of my orgasm I looked up and saw the blonde just as his orgasm begun.  He enjoyed it just as much as I did and the brunette’s mouth never lost its seal on his husbands cock as he exploded in his mouth.  It wasn’t quite cumming at the same time, but it was a pretty close tag team on our orgasms.

    It took the blonde and myself a few moments to regain our composure.  I slipped my cock out of the bruntte’s arsehole, slowly.

    I removed the full condom, readjusted my speedo which was what the blonde was doing as he got off the bed.  Since we had both had fantastic orgasms I thought that maybe the blonde and I would make the brunette cum but the blonde started to get dressed.

    This must be the way these guys roll because the brunette got up, pulled his speedo up over his bum and started getting dressed as well.

    The blonde then explained that keeping him horny would mean that this probably wasn’t the first threesome they would have that evening….. what is done in Vegas right.

    The two Aussie guys got dressed, I just stayed in my red speedo and I walked them out the door.  We departed with kisses on the cheek, wished each other a happy and horny night and agreed to meet in the Paris pool the next afternoon for a debrief.

    I never heard from those guys again and the next day, I was in the pool, wearing a pair of maroon AussieBum speedos which lead to another threesome, but I’ll tell you about that another time.


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  • My First Visit to a Glory Hole

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    I always had this fantasy to visit a glory hole, so a friend of mind told me of a place called “A Hole In The Wall” which was about thirty miles from where I live.  I decided to go….on the drive there I was horny as hell at the thought of sucking a cock, getting a mouth full of cum through a glory hole.  I had watched scenes of glory hole action on porn videos but never visited one.  

    I arrived, walked in paying the cashier a ten dollar entry fee.  I was surprised when I went in because it looked like an ordinary bar.  I took a seat, ordering a beer as the friendly bar tender asked me if I had ever visited before.  I told him no, then he went on to say that in the next room there was a large selection of porn videos, a huge assortment of sex toys, different types of lube, etc.  From there you walk down a hall to where all the booths are.  I thanked him for letting me know where the different areas were.

    I took a sip of my beer, as I noticed a guy sitting across from me looked directly my way showing off his pearly whites as he smiled at me.  Man he was hot looking, medium skin, dark hair, dark eyes also a nice short beard neatly trimmed.  My dick took a jump in my jeans just looking at this guy.  He finished his beer, I did too, then he walked into the next room, down a hallway to the booths, in which I followed him.  He went into one of the booths so I figured I’d go into the one next to him.  When I went in I was surprised that the space was large enough for two people, also had a bench to sit on.  There was a container of wipes, condoms, also packages of lube.

    I sat there kind of nervous just watching a video of two guys given each other head.  Suddenly this huge cock came through the hole in the wall.  It had to be 8″ in length with substantial thickness.  I got on my knees, loosened my jeans, unzippered, pulling my cock out.  I got close to this gorgeous cock starring at its perfection.  That was it, I licked around the head, just playing, taking this guys huge balls massaging them, then taking each egg in my mouth.  I could hear the guy moaning on the other side of the wall.  I kept licking his corona as pre-cum began to spill out of his slit, in which I lapped up with my tongue.  I then began to take his cock inch by inch until I was at his balls.  I began working his cock up and down, as I got to his pubes his cock was buried in my throat, I took my tongue licking his balls.  As I was sucking him I was making load slurping noises in which he must have heard because I could hear him saying:  “Of fuck, this guy can suck cock.”

    After sucking him for some time, I grabbed a packet of lube, lubed his cock also my ass.  I leaned against the wall, placing his cock at my entrance, my pink asshole opened like a tulip on a spring morning.   It didn’t take long before the feeling was pure sexual energy jolting through my body.   His cock felt so good in my ass as I began to beat my meat,  pre-cum dripping out of me like an open faucet.  I kept banging my ass against the wall to be sure I was getting every inch of him.  As I was fucking myself on his cock, he kept hitting my prostate making me crazy with erotic sensations through my whole body.  
    I pulled off, touching his cock with mine, then he pulled his cock out as I put mine through the hole.  He began sucking me as I moaned from his incredible lips wrapped around my cock. 

     After some time he pulled off me, then it was quiet, suddenly there was a soft knock on the door.  I opened it, as the hot guy from the bar was smiling at me.  I let him in, locked the door as he took me, kissing me, while his tongue started exploring my open mouth.  His shirt was partially unbuttoned….I placed my hand on his hairy chest feeling his large pecs, rubbing his nipples as he gasped with excitement.  His lips were soft, his breathe was fresh, he also smelled fantastic as if he had just got out of the shower.

    I dropped to my knees taking his length inch by inch until he was buried in my throat.  “Fuck yeah, you know how to suck cock.”  I sucked his balls as I stroked his cock, the more his cock throbbed in my mouth the hotter I got.  He was moaning as I became frantic sliding on his huge pole.  I let him pop out of my mouth as I reached up kissing him with so much saliva as he sucked all that juice from my mouth mixing it with his own.  He then had me bend over placing my hands on the bench as he got on his knees spreading my cheeks beginning to eat my ass.  He sucked, licked, and munched like a man suffering from hunger.  He then took his cock plowing into me taking my breathe away as his steady rhythm was filling me with incredible feelings deep into my bowels.  “Fuck me, yes, fuck me hard, deep, show me how you fuck baby.”  He pulled out after battering my ass for twenty minutes.  

    “What’s your name hotshot?”  “Brock, what’s yours?”  “Its Dillan”  “So are you interested in a mouth full of cum?”  “Oh yeah, can you give me a big load?”  “I haven’t cum in four or five days, so as to your question, yes I will more than fill your mouth.”  “Do it Dillan”  With that said I went back sucking him as I let all my inhibitions go.  I grabbed his balls as I worshipped his cock, it didn’t take long, I could feel his balls tighten and his cock thicken, his breathing heavy as he said:  “Fuck, take it, swallow my white batter.”  He came like a firehose as shot after shot hit the back of my throat with an intense force.  I kept swallowing, savoring the taste as some leaked out of my mouth down my chin. I took my fingers pushing the cum that was dripping down my chin into my mouth.  I continued sucking him getting every drop of jizz.  I got up, he began kissing me tasting his own cum. 

    “Wow Brock you sure know how to suck cock, it was awesome.”  I told him I would suck him anytime, anyplace.  He gave me his phone number agreeing to meet again.  With that said he was gone.  

    I sat down watching more videos on the screen, as I heard the door open then close in the next booth.  I could hear two guys talking so I figured shit, I have to wait until their done now.  To my surprise a nice thick cock came through the hole, I quickly got on my knees taking his fat cock in my mouth.  Oh yes it tasted so awesome as pre-cum was already spilling out of the guys piss slit.  I licked it up, then took his whole length deep into my throat as I rubbed his balls.  I could still hear two guys, one that I was servicing, he was moaning while the other dude was asking if the blow job was good.  Suddenly he pulled his cock out then heard the door open.  I said fuck to myself, I didn’t even finish him.

    There was a knock on the door in which I opened….two guys were standing there asking if they could come in.  I let them both in with it being a tight squeeze.  The guy that I was blowing was white but his friend was black.  I began rubbing them through their jeans as I became crazed for these two cocks.  They both dropped their jeans as I was drooling at the site of their manhood. The white guy was about 7″ with good girth, but the black dude was about 9″ also very thick.  I sat on the bench taking the black dudes cock into my mouth sucking him with all I had.  Copious amounts of saliva was spilling out of my mouth.  I kept edging my cock holding off my need to cum.

    Both guys shoved their cocks in my mouth, it was so hot as my mouth stretched to accommodate them.  The amount of pre-cum they were spewing into my mouth was incredible. I then went back to sucking them individually as the white guy said he was close.  It wasn’t much longer he began jerking off as I stuck my tongue out in preparation of my feeding.  He started moaning, telling me he was cumming.  He shot three or four shots onto my tongue, making sure I got every drop.  I took his cock in my mouth sucking him getting every drop, savoring the taste, when suddenly the black dude started saying:  “Fuck yeah, I’m cumming.”  Without hesitation I turned towards him sticking out my tongue as he jerked off the most massive load I had ever taken.  It hit my face, went into my hair, then directly into my mouth.  So much cum that I couldn’t swallow fast enough as it spilled out of my mouth, but I placed my hand catching most of what was dripping from my chin.  When I finished swallowing, I took my hand licking the balance that I had caught.  I then took his cock finishing getting the last of his load, then cleaning his cock off.   What a fucking rush, I had never taken that much cum but it was exactly what I loved.  I have to say I love everything about cum, the taste, texture, smell, you name it and I love it.

    Needless to say, finding this Glory Hole filled a lot of my spare time.  It was also great because I called Dillan the first guy that I met, making arrangements so we could get together. We met at his home, not only did we suck our cocks, but we also fucked each other making us great fuck buddies.  I have to say his cum was the best tasting because he told me he always ate a lot of pineapple so his cum would taste good….believe me it did!!!

  • The Drug Test

    Its a bit of a pain when you are required to take a drug test for certain jobs nowadays. I feel so degraded everytime i have to pee into a cup. But i guess is one of the pitfalls of the job market nowadays. Well I was at the test location to get my drug test. It was almost empty. I guess since I went later in the day to do so. I filled out the forms and waited for them to call me. There was a woman and an older guy there. The clerk called the guys name and he disappeared behind the door to the testing rooms.

    Then I saw someone else come in. My dick twitched instantly as this totally hot guy came in. He was about 6 feet, handsome as all get out and bald. He was wearing a dress shirt (blue) that hugged his nice torso. Black slacks that unfortunately hid any signs of what may be lying beneath. He glance around the room and caught my eye. I quickly turned away. He grabbed some forms and sat down. I kept stealing glances at him. I could see the muscle on his arm as he flexed to grab the writing tablet.

    The woman got up as she noticed me gawking at him. Then he looked up at me again and again i turned away. The clerk then called the womans name, and she too disappeared behind the door. The hot guy then got up and went to the clerks desk. He gave her the forms and they exchanged a few words. Then he pulled out some cash and gave it to her.

    “Crap” I thought to myself. “Was I supposed to pay for this myself.”

    I assumed that the job was doing so. But maybe he was doin something else. Anyways I dismissed it and grabbed a magazine to look at. Gazing to much at this stud was getting to my cock. It was moving. Shortly the earlier guy came out. The clerk then called my name and I slowly got up and headed to the door. I looked at the delicious stud once more before going into the back. He didn’t seemed to have looked back at me.

    “Oh well” I thought.

    I passed the woman who was consulting with one of the clerks there in a room. I headed to one of the back rooms and waited for the clerk to see me. She came in asked me a few questions and Gave me the cup. I went into what was a large bathroom the had only a sink and toilet in the far corner. The rest was a vacant 8 by 8 spot. I placed the cup on the toilet and pulled open my pants. It took me a few moments but I finally started to pee. The long yellow stream seemed to go on for a while. I had drank some coffee this morning just so I could pee now. I watch as the stream of pee poured out from my cock into the bowl. I started to wonder if that guy was also peeing right now. I imagined him pulling out his cock and standing over the toilet letting out a long pee himself.

    When I finished I still had thoughts of him peeing in my mind. I started to instinctively stroke my cock a bit. How I would have loved just to watch him do it. I continued to stroke my cock which was starting to grow. So i had to stop before the clerk caught me. I pulled up my pants and grabbed the filled cup and turned to head out. I opened the door and it wasn’t the clerk that greeted me there but, the hott guy.

    “Hey there” He said in a deep voice. He was groping his crotch as he spoke to me. “Saw ya staring at me in the waiting area. Figured you were up for some fun”

    With that he grabbed the Pee container and placed it on the counter. He then pushed me into the bathroom and closed the door behind us.

    “Now get on your faggot knees and suck my cock bitch” I protested because of the place we were in. “Are you nuts” I said, “Don’t worry” He replied “No one is gonna bother us”

    I then remembered him paying that girl at the desk. It seemed like a large sum of money, come to think. So he must have paid her to get at me in here.

    “Come on” He insisted. “I don’t have much time now.”

    I looked at his striking face and the proportions of his upper body. Then at the bulge that now started to show as he grabbed himself. So I decided. ‘What the Hell’. I got down on my knees and faced his crotch. I moved his hands and grabbed for the place where I saw the tip of his cock. His cock felt pretty nice in its confines. So I rubbed on his meat through his slacks.

    “I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you” He said.

    I pulled at his zipper and slid his slacks down. He wore satin black boxer shorts and i could see his hardening dick pressing against the shiny material. I Opened my mouth and dove for the bulge. I chewed on his head for a bit. But he quickly pulled my face away and yanked down his shorts. His meaty cock fell out. It wasn’t fully hard yet but was a good 7 inches

    “Now get down there and suck my big dick boy” He commanded.

    I slipped his cock into my hungry mouth and started to pleasure this stud. He started to loosen his tie and open his shirt. I reached up and under his shirt to get at his nipples. I felt for them under his shirt and pulled on the right one.

    He moaned “Uhmm yeah”

    I continued to suck in the guy. His cock was now hard as a rock as I felt it slid down into my throat. I had now taken all he had into my mouth. My face was mashed up against his crotch.

    “Fuck ya man. Suck my cock down bitch” He said. “Taste real good don’t it.” He continued “You little fag whores love big man cocks like this don’t you”

    He continued to verbally abuse me, But I really didn’t care. All that mattered was the hot dick on my tongue. I swallowed him down over and over again. My expert tongue sliding all over the hot shaft. He moaned again and again as my mouth slobbered over his meaty cock.

    “Fuck man If you keep this up like that I will shoot too soon” He said.

    So he pushed me off his hard cock before he could shoot. His hard cock pointed up to the ceiling as it hung there. He stroked it a few times and commanded me to get my pants down and get on all fours.

    “Come on whore. Get down there so I can ram this big thing in that whore pussy”

    He waved his cock at me as he said that. I did as instructed and he quickly climbed up on me. He spit on his hand a few times and rubbed my hole with it. He drove 2 fingers into my ass hard.

    “Ugghhnn” I groaned He proceeded to fuck my ass fast with his fingers.

    The friction was doing wonders for me as I continued to moaned from the pleasure. Then He pulled them from me and rammed his big meat into my ass. There was some initial pain from his cock being slammed in so hard. My ass pulled open to take his cock and he quickly slid down to the balls. I felt his balls hit me as his cock slammed to the hilt. I reached back and groped for them. They were nice sized and I started to pull on them, milking his cock. His cock pulled up from me and then was thrust back in hard again. The sensation was great as the heat from his dick threatened to make me bust.

    I reached for my own cock too as it was hard as stone. I jerked myself as this hot guy plowed my backside. His cock kept slamming into my button. It wouldn’t be long be fore he drove me over the edge. My raging dick was flying between my fingers as i jerked myself madly.

    “Damn” He said “Your ass is soo damn hott. My dick is loving the feeling inside there”

    He started to speed up his assault on my ass. I knew if he continued He too would be ready too shoot. I reached back and grabbed at his balls again. They started to shift closer to his body so it wouldn’t be long now.

    “Fuuckk man” He howled “Soo fuckking hott.” “Yeah” I replied. “Fuck my pussy stud. Seed my hole with your stuff.”

    He needed no more baiting on as he slammed hard and yelled. “Here you go bitch. Take my fucking cum you fucking whore.”

    He slammed down hard and hit my button, this set me off and i too came.

    “Me too” I cried out.

    We both simultaneously shot out loads. Mine on the floor and his into my ass. His hot semen poured into me. Shot after boiling shot.

    “Fuck, Shit, Fuckk:” He cursed at me as came into me.

    Then after several moments he stopped. He was done. He got up off me, slapping my ass hard.

    “There you go Baitch” He said “You have been fuck. Just like you wanted”

    He got dressed and walked out. Leaving me there in a mess. After a few minutes to compose myself. I too got dressed and walked out of the bathroom. As I left the office , I noticed the girl at the desk smiling at me..


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  • A Trilogy

    #1 On the road..

    My brother, Mike, and I were only thirteen months apart in age, so growing up we were always extremely close. Growing up, when Mom would go to correct us she would call out, “Mike, uh, Mark, uh whichever you are, stop doing that.”

    With dad, it was different. We could get away with anything with him. He was a long haul trucker, and was on the road a lot. However, when we reached our teens, he started letting us ride with him during our summer vacation and we loved it.

    It was very cozy with all three of us sleeping in his queen size bed in the sleeper compartment of his rig. But we did have video games and DVD’s to watch to keep us busy.

    Then, one summer when Mike was eighteen and I was turning seventeen, we discovered something we never expected. We had been riding with dad for about a week when we pulled into a large truck stop in Oklahoma and dad ran into a couple of trucker he knew. They invited him to their rig to ‘catch up on the latest’ as they put it.

    Mike and I headed for dad’s rig as he headed off across the parking lot with the two drivers. Mike made the comment that the three of them sure looked cozy as they walked away.

    Once in dad’s sleeper and the privacy curtain closed, Mike decided to see if dad had any hot fuck movies hidden anywhere. Then, in one of the drawers under the bed, hidden under a false bottom were several porn movies. We were both totally shocked at what we found.

    They weren’t just fuck movies, they were gay porn movies with all men having sex with each other, both oral and anal as well at tongue kissing and licking each others ass. It then dawned on us why dad seemed so happy to see his buddies. We suspicion that he was over in their truck having sex with them.

    Since dad had giving us the keys to the rig so we could get in, we locked the doors and made sure the privacy curtain was closed securely and put in one of dad’s movies.

    It wasn’t long before we saw the guys rubbing each others crotch then removing each others jeans ,as they kissed passionately. Then, one knelt down and began sucking the others rock hard cock. I glanced over and saw Mike rubbing his crotch and could tell he had a boner as did I.

    Without hesitation, I took mine out and started stroking it and when he saw me he did the same. Somehow this all seemed so natural, because after seeing one of the guys in the movie sucking the other, I leaned over and began sucking Mike.

    As I did, he moaned softly and began to fondle my cock. Then just a few moments late he flipped around and we were sucking each others cocks.

    In the last year, Mike and I had begun jerking together as most brothers do, and also jerking each other off, but we had not thought of sucking each other. That is, not until we watched one of dad’s movies. By having these movies, we were sure dad participated in the activities shown, but when did it start? We never ever suspected he was into other males,

    We sucked on each other while watching the movie and watched guys eat and fuck each others ass, and wondered if dad did that also. We had already admitted to each other that we did enjoy sucking each other and wondered what it was like to have the other person climax and shoot it into your mouth. These guys were not only taking it in their mouth but they were swallowing it also.

    We decided to go ‘all the way’ and see what it was like. We returned to a sixty-nine position and were hungrily sucking each other. Dad returned and not wanting to awaken us should we be asleep, he silently entered the truck and peered into the sleeper, without us realizing it.

    We were both nearing out climax and had began feeding each other our loads when dad spoke up, saying, ‘What’s going on here?” then glanced at the TV and saw what was playing.

    “Well, I guess you two know my secret, now,” he said as we tried to cover ourselves. “Boys, we need to have a long talk.”

    Mike and I had stopped sucking each other and were sitting up on the bed as dad sat down near us. As he reached over for the remote to turn off the TV, I asked, “Dad, are you gay?”

    “Boys, I don’t consider myself gay, nor do I consider myself straight. I am part of a growing group of people, both male and female, that simply enjoy giving and receiving sexual pleasure regardless of the sex of the other person. I enjoy having sex with another male just as much and sometimes more than sex with a female.”

    Mike spoke up and said, “Dad, until tonight all we had done was jerk each other off, but after seeing what the guys were doing in the movie, we decided to try it. I don’t know about Mark, but I can say that I totally understand what you are saying and I was enjoying it.”

    “So was I,” I added, then shocked everyone including myself when I added, “I don’t know about Mike, but I would love to do it with you.”

    Mike quickly spoke up and added, “So would I.”

    “Boys,” dad said with a smile, “there is nothing more that I would enjoy than showing you two how much I love you.” Immediately, dad began stripping and soon was standing in front of us his cock rock hard.

    Simultaneously, Mike and I leaned forward and together, began licking dad’s cock, only to hear him moan softly in pleasure. Mike swallowed it first and after a short while he relinquished the honor to me and I swallowed dad’s cock.

    After several moments, dad stopped us and said, “Now it’s my turn.”

    After having us lay back side by side on the bed, he knelt between us and began alternating between Mike and I, lovingly sucking one cock then the other. As he did, he moaned softly, letting us know he was totally enjoying what he was doing. In turn we moaned softly when he sucked us, letting him know we were enjoying what he was doing. It was so erotic to see dad sucking our hard throbbing cocks.

    Dad sucked us both to a roaring climax and after devouring each load, gave the donor a big smile. Then, Mike and I took turns sucking dad off and I was fortunate enough to get his load. Mike insisted I share it so we kissed passionately and shared dad’s load.

    When asked, he admitted that earlier that evening, he had visited and had sex with two other truckers, one of which was married, and had been fucked by the single driver while in a hot sixty-nine with the married driver. He said that they meet every other week and pleasure each other. When asked if we wanted to meet them, we both said yes simultaneously.

    For most of the night dad introduced us to kissing and rimming and having him tongue fuck me was awesome, and I loved doing it to him. When he first mentioned it, I thought it was gross but once I experienced it, both in giving and receiving, thought it was erotic as hell. Even Mike was into it, rimming me while I rimmed dad.

    Every night we had three ways, depositing loads in each others mouths or asses. Mike and I even fucked or sucked each other their in the front passenger seat as dad passed other truckers, giving them a glimpse of what we were doing. It was amazing at how many wanted t join in.

    Two weeks later we returned to the truck stop where it all started. After dinner and a shower, dad sent Mike and I back to the truck and said he would join us shortly. We climbed into the rig and after closing the privacy curtains, stripped totally naked as dad had suggested.

    Roughly fifteen minutes or so later dad returned with the two drivers he had been with the night he caught us.

    “Men, I’d like you to meet my two sons. This is Mark and the other is Mike. Boys, meet Greg and Troy.”

    We shook hands and immediately all three men began stripping. it turned out that Troy was a year older than Greg and was married to Greg’s sister, and they had been having sex together since high school. They joked and said that after Troy and his wife married, that they would have sex then he would visit her brother and have sex with him.

    It was only moments before the two new men were each sucking Mike and I while dad watched. Greg and Troy soon got us off, devouring our loads then Mike and I alternated sucking them, they sucked dad off then kissed and shared his cum load.

    After being fed their huge cum loads we all talked and they asked to be mine and Mike’s urinal should we need to piss. They said that while driving, they are each others urinal so that they don’t have to stop as often as other drivers. Moment later we were both pissing down Troy and Greg’s throats then dad fed them his piss.

    After some conversation and fondling, both men began getting erections again, and asked dad if he was ready. Dad smiled and said “Definitely.”

    Greg proceeded to lay on his back, legs spread wide. Then dad straddled him facing him and quickly sat on his long hard cock. Once he had Greg’s cock buried in his ass, he leaned forward and began tongue kissing Greg passionately. As they kissed, Troy got behind dad and began inserting his cock into dad’s ass along with Greg’s.

    Mike and I watched then looked at each other in total disbelief. Our dad had two huge hot cocks buried in his ass balls deep. Then Troy began to piston in and out with dad saying how great it felt and Greg saying how awesome it was feeling Troy’s cock rub against his . Moments all three men climaxed before Mike and I licked dad’s cum load off Greg’s stomach and chest.

    Moments later, Mike and I had our first experiences at being a urinal when we let Greg and Troy feed us their piss then they watched dad feed us his. Later, Greg and Troy asked Mike and I to fuck them, not with our cocks but with our fist. As Mike fisted Troy and I fisted Greg, dad sucked them both off.

    Then, before they left they showed Mike and I how to double fuck our dad and it was awesome.

    As the got ready o leave, they told dad how lucky he was to have two hot sons that loved pleasing other men as much as he did. And we agreed to meet in two weeks. Little did we know that our meetings would be a regular thing.

    The following day, once on the road, dad made a comment that he needed to find a place to piss. Mike and I smiled and said, “Dad, there is no need for that with us here.”

    With that I reached over and unzipped Dad’s pants and extracted his cock. Once it was out, I took it in my mouth and he let the flow begin, with Mike saying he wanted part of it. Dad stopped the flow and Mike and I traded places and Mike drank the rest of dad’s hot piss.

    Later in the day, I was drinking dad’s piss as he passed another trucker who appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties. When he saw what was going on, he smiled and gave dad a ‘thumb’s up’ sign, then pointed to his cock. Dad smiled and grabbed the CB and said “Next pull off.” The trucker smiled and nodded, soon pulling into a small café parking lot.

    The three of us went over to the mans rig and after Mike and I drank his piss, dad joined in and the three of us sucked him dry, before he sucked all three of us. He said how hot it was to get three cocks and when dad told him that we were his sons, the driver said he had never had the pleasure of doing a father and his sons together.

    For the rest of the summer, we rode with dad, having sex together as well as with other drivers. After we had both graduated, we again rode with dad with him teaching both of us the art of driving a big rig.

    Once we were old enough and had our license, we met with dad’s boss one Saturday when the terminal was closed. The three of us met with company owner for an interview. As we entered the office, he was behind the desk in his chair.

    We sat down in the three chairs in front of the desk and he asked dad, “So they know how to handle a stick shift?”

    “That they do,” Dad replied.

    The boss looked at us then pushed his chair back and stood up. He was totally naked from the waist down and his cock was rock hard. As he stepped around to the stand in front of us, he said, “Well, let’s see how they handle this stick shift.”

    We glanced at dad and saw him smiling, and knew it was cool. We both knelt in front of Mr. Baker and began taking turns sucking his cock and soon looked up to see he and dad kissing passionately.

    After a hot four way orgy in his office we were officially hired and became the first ever three man team for the company. While one f us drove the other two rested and played.

    Dad changed his CB handle to ‘Trio’ and before long those that knew him before knew that they could have three guys to have sex with. It amazed Mike and I at how many married drivers enjoyed sex with another male and some even had their wives with them watching and joining in. I fucked several wives while sucking their husband.

    We had an awesome life.

    # 2 Home from school..

    Early in my senior year of high school, I discovered I preferred sex with another male over sex with a female. It was after football practice one day when I had stayed later than the other boys working out.

    Undoubtedly, our coach assumed everyone had left, because after working out I headed to the locker room and heard moans coming from the showers. Upon investigating, I found our coach there, totally naked and having sex with another student and the chemistry teacher.

    Coach Baker was bent over getting fucked by Mr. Taylor, the teacher, all while sucking Cory Wilson, our star quarterback. All at the same time, Cory and Mr. Taylor, were tongue kissing passionately.

    The sight turned me on like nothing ever had before. I watched a few moments, stroking my rock hard cock, before sitting on a bench to finish jerking off. To my shocked horror, I heard a voice ask if I needed any help.

    I looked up to find the three men watching me and Cory in the process of getting on his knees between my wide spread legs. Seconds later, Cory had my cock in his mouth and I was sucking Coach Baker. Never had I dreamed sex with another male could be so erotic and awesome. I knew it was something I wanted regularly.

    The four of us got together often with Cory and I having sex almost daily. Cory considered himself more of a ‘bottom’ and loved getting fucked, but over time, I found him to be a top rated cock sucker. The more I got sucked off, the more I realized that Cory was an expert.

    Cory and I had sex with Coach Baker almost daily and although I had never had sex with another male before, by mid term, all three of the others considered me an expert in giving sexual pleasure. One of my favorite encounters was sucking a guys cock all while getting fucked and sucked. And I never found an ass I wouldn’t shove my cock into.

    After graduation from high school, I convinced my dad to send me to the state university three hours away from our home. Cory and I had plans to be roommates where we were free to have sex as often as desired. Our plans worked out, and although we had sex at every opportunity, we both kept our grades above average. No one on the team suspected that Cory, or I for that matter, preferred sex with another male.

    My main concern was keeping my sexual preference for males a secret from my dad. He had recently been appointed to the position of Head Assistant to the county Sheriff, and his career might possibly be ruined if word got out that his son was gay. I played things straight when I went home. On those infrequent occasions, I even dated and fucked females.

    I was in my second year of college majoring in sports medicine when I decided to go home one weekend unannounced. I had no idea what made me do it, but something was telling me to go.

    It was a Friday and I arrived home just after dark. In our drive was dad’s department issued sheriffs department patrol car as well as his personal vehicle. But there were two other vehicles I didn’t recognize.

    I parked on the street and walked up to the front door, and found it unlocked which was something that never occurred. Dad had always kept the doors locked and instilled that trait in me.

    As I silently stepped inside, I heard soft moans coming from dad’s bedroom and decided to check it out. I eased down the hall to dad’s bedroom door and silently peered into the room. What I saw made me freeze in my tracks.

    There on dad’s bed was dad on his hands and knees with my uncle fucking dads mouth and a fellow deputy fucking dad in the ass as he and my uncle kissed. I watched secretly and could tell when both men climaxed. I watched dad swallow my uncle’s load then kiss them both. Dad then lay down and my uncle and the deputy took turns sucking on my dads cock.

    My own cock was rock hard and for the first time ever I climaxed spontaneously in my pants. I was surprised they didn’t hear me moan. Silently I slipped back out and went down the street and called dad, telling him I was on y way home. I parked and watched as both men left the house hurriedly, then went through the pictures I had taken with my cell phone.

    After a few moments, I pulled into the drive and when I went in, I could tell my dad was as nervous as a cat on a roof, asking why I hadn’t let him know I was coming home. I told him that it was a last minute decision and casually asked what he had been up to.

    He made some lame excuse and as I listened, I wanted to drop to my knees and swallow his cock. I seriously considered telling him exactly what I had seen but decided to wait until the right time.

    We talked about school and work and then asked if he had seen Uncle Clay lately. Uncle Clay was my dads younger brother and the football coach at the local high school.

    Dad said he hadn’t and I casually said I could have sworn I saw him drive off just before I drove up. I could see dad getting more nervous, so I decided to tell dad everything I had witnessed.

    Looking him straight in the face, I casually asked, “Dad, how long have you been into sex with another man?”

    He froze and stared at me for an instant then sharply asked, “Just what the fuck are you talking about?”

    I told him straight out what I had seen and held up my cell phone so he could witness the video I had recorded..

    The color drained from his face as he choked up and began apologizing for me finding out. I assured him that I didn’t hate him or think bad of him, but I would like to hear from him when and how he got started.

    He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and as he opened it, said “It’s a long story.”

    “Well, we’ve got all weekend,” I replied.

    He looked me straight in the face and began his story.

    “Your uncle and I were in out late teens when we found some adult magazines in some trash from a house down the road from us. We got to looking at them and both got aroused. Then, without saying a word, your uncle quickly dropped his jeans and started jerking off. Upon seeing him, I did the same. We had found in the past that we liked watching each other when jerking off and had been jerking off together almost daily.”

    He paused and took a sip of his beer, then continued.

    “We saw a picture in one of the magazines of a woman sucking a guys cock and both admitted that we wondered what that felt like. Suddenly, he was reaching over and suggested we stroke each other, which we did. Then a few moments later, he started getting in position and before we realized it we were in a sixty-nine position sucking each other.”

    “Did you go to completion” I asked.

    “We stopped after a few moments and talked then decided to go all the way to see what it was like. We climaxed seconds apart and without thinking we swallowed what we received. We found we liked it and simply continued doing it on a regular basis.”

    “How did Officer Baker get involved?” I asked, referring to the officer I had seen fucking dad in the ass.

    “Shortly after Clay and I started together, the three of us went skinny dipping up in the creek and decided to jerk off. Your uncle made a pass at Mike and one thing led to another and they started sucking each other. They called me over and we had a three way. The three of us have been having sex together for years.”

    Then, looking over at me he said, “I found that I much preferred sex with another male over sex with a female. In order to keep it a secret, I started dating and got married and we had you as a result. I loved your mother with all my heart, but she almost caught your uncle and I on several occasions before she got sick and passed away.”

    Looking up at me, he asked, “Do you hate me for knowing I like men?”

    I decided to come out with everything and said, “No, dad, I don’t.” Then, after taking a deep breath, I looked him in the face and said, As I watched the three of you enjoying each other, I so wanted to get naked and join in. You see, I love sex with another male also.”

    Dad looked at me almost in shock then said, “Mark, are you really into male sex also?”

    “Let me prove it,” I said.

    I stepped up to him and leaned in and a second later we were kissing and sucking on each others tongues as I began to unbutton his shirt. Once it was open wide, I leaned over slightly and began sucking one nipple then the other. As I did, he moaned softly. Very casually, I began unbuckling his belt and opening his pants letting them fall to the floor. He was commando and his rock hard cock was eagerly waiting for my hungry mouth.

    I dropped to my knees and licked the drop of precum off, then took the head of his cock in my mouth. My heart raced, knowing I now had my own father’s cock in my mouth. I had never tasted a cock that was so delicious. All I could think of was feeling his cum load spray into my mouth for me to savor and eat.

    As I sucked his cock, dad removed his shirt and worked his pants off, soon standing there totally naked. I paused my sucking and coaxed him to turn around and when he did, I spread his ass cheeks and drilled my tongue into his hot tight delicious hole, and as I did, he moaned and said, “Oh fuck, yea, Mark. Eat my hole, son.”

    After a few moments , I turned him back around and returned to sucking his rock hard cock. After a few short moments, he stopped me and pulled me to a standing position then kissed me first savagely, then more lovingly. All while kissing me he was removing my clothes, and once my jeans were around my ankles, he dropped and swallowed my hard cock.

    After sucking me for a few minutes and drawing me close to a climax, he stopped and stood before kissing me again. After the kiss, he smiled and said, “I can’t decide which I want most; to have your cum in my mouth or up my ass.”

    “Well, first I need to take a piss,” I said.

    Instantly dropping to his knees he looked up at me and said, “I want it, son,” and with that, he took my cock back into his mouth. I looked down at him and smiled as I let the flow begin. With a slight moan of pleasure, he instantly began swallowing, not loosing one single drop.

    As he stood up, the phone rang and after answering he said, “Clay, I can’t tonight. Mark’s here and I’m going to be tied up for a while. Will you be available tomorrow night?”

    He paused then said, “Great. I’ll be in touch.”

    Looking at me he smiled and said, “He was checking up to see if things were cool. I thought if you wanted me to I’d call him and invite him over tomorrow evening for a surprise.”

    “Sure, but tonight is our and ours alone,” I said. Then looking him in the face, I said softly, “Dad, suck my cock.”

    “I’ve only dreamed about this before but now I get to do it,” he said before swallowing my hard cock balls deep. As he buried his nose in my thick bush, I moaned in shear pleasure, grasping his head and holding him there.

    After releasing his head, he began sucking me as I moaned in pleasure. Never did I ever dream I would be having sex with my father. After several minutes I began to moan and he paused and said, “Yes son, feed me your load. Shoot your seed down my throat.”

    Seconds later I climaxed and dad collected my entire load in his mouth then as we kissed, he swallowed my cream. After a long hot kiss, I was between his legs, sucking the hard beautiful cock that had created me. Before long he climaxed, filling my mouth with his huge load. Once I had it all, I pulled off and looked him in the face. I smiled and let him watch me swallow the delicious seed that had created me.

    After relaxing and exchanging experiences, dad called and ordered pizza, telling the clerk to make sure Tony delivers it. After he hung up, I asked him why he requested a specific driver.

    “Son, when he gets here, you will find out. Then I’ll tell you how we met.”

    “Do we need to put something on?” I asked.

    Dad began laughing then said, “Fuck no! You’ll find out why later.”

    A little over thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang and dad went to the door, admitting a hot stud that appeared to be in his late teens, maybe as old as twenty or twenty-one.

    As he stepped in he asked dad, “Where you want it tonight?”

    Smiling, dad said “Ask him,” and nodded in my direction.

    Looking at me, Tony asked, “Where you want it?”

    “You can put it on the coffee table,” I replied. Tony got a funny look on his face as he looked over at dad.

    “Tony, this is my son, Mark. He doesn’t know what you’re referring to.”

    After setting the pizza down, he slipped is sweat pants down revealing a beautiful stiffening cock that was awesome. Looking over at me he ask, “Where you want this thing? In your ass or mouth?”

    “I’d like it in both places,” I replied.

    “Fine with me. I can go twice. I want the mouth first,” he said. “Let’s see if your as good as your ole man.”

    With his sweat pants around his ankles, he eased over to a chair and sat down, his rock hard eight inch cock pointing up. As I started to knees down dad spoke up and said, “Be prepared. He shoots huge loads.”

    I got into position and began sucking Tony’s awesome cock and several minutes later he told me to get ready. Dad was watching intently, his cock leaking copious amounts of precum. Tony’s cock exploded as he moaned loudly, completely filling my mouth with his huge cum load.

    He had barely finished shooting off when he pulled out and said he wanted my ass. I stood and leaned over the back of the chair and seconds later he had his cock buried in my ass. It was only a couple of minutes before he grabbed my hips and drove in balls deep ad I felt his cock explode again, filling me with a second huge load.

    As he pulled up his sweat pants, dad paid for the pizza and gave him a huge tip. Tony smiled and said he hoped to see me again.

    As we ate, I asked dad how it started with Tony. He explained that Uncle Clay was over and was fucking dad when Tony delivered. He said Clay called out to come in and when he saw me getting fucked his cock got hard and Clay told that dad’s ass was his tip.

    “Now when he delivers, he know he is going to either get sucked off or get to fuck my ass,” dad said.

    Dad asked how and when I got started and I told him about Cory and the incidents at school and it turned him on. I even offered to invite the coach’s over on my next weekend home.

    Later, we fucked each other and dad taught me to be a urinal and I liked it. It was so hot and intimate.

    The next afternoon, Uncle Clay called and dad said I had returned to campus and that he needed to see Clay as soon as possible, telling him, “The door will be unlocked. Come in, lock it and strip. I’ll be in the bedroom waiting.”

    Clay arrived twenty minutes later and when we heard him drive up, I headed to dad’s bedroom and hid in the closet. Clay came hurrying in and told dad that he sounded like something was wrong when they talked on the phone.

    Of course dad was naked as he always was at home and Uncle Clay stripped as he asked what was wrong. Dad spoke up telling him that I had seen the three of them having sex and we had a big fight over it and I stormed out and went back to school. Dad said he just needed some sex to get over the argument.

    I secretly watched from dad’s closet and they got on the bed. Clay was on his back with dad straddling him and fucking Clay’s mouth. With them in that position, I could sneak out of the closet and up behind dad and start sucking Clay without him realizing I was there.

    I eased out of the closet and up onto the bed and between Clay’s spread legs. In a flash, I lifted Clay’s hard cock and had it buried deep in my throat before he could react.

    Not knowing who else was there, he began to struggle and dad began to try and calm him down. As I sucked his cock, Clay eventually realized it was me and looked at dad questioningly. Dad laughed and said, “Clay, he did sneak in and see the three of us having sex. That part is true. But what is better, is the fact that he is one of us and loves male sex as much as we do.

    Clay relaxed and the three of us had wild uninhibited sex for the rest of the night with everyone having both oral and anal with the others. Having my uncle in my mouth and my dad in my ass at the same time was the height of the evening for me.

    I started going home every weekend and having sex with the three of them and the next semester I transferred to the college there in town.

    Officer Baker was younger that my dad and uncle and we hit it off big time. Many nights when he was out on patrol he would stop by for a quickie with him either fucking me or sucking me dry. And when he could, dad loved watching me have uninhibited sex with another male.

    # 3 The orgy..

    To help pay for my college expenses, I work part-time as a male stripper for private parties. Some are parties for a group of females but the largest majority are for gay male parties where an extra benefit is the freedom to have sex with the party guest. And some times, the party guest are straight males who enjoy getting sucked off or fucking a hot ass and nothing more. I don’t mind because I love the exceptional pay and the male sex.

    It was a Monday when I got a call from the head of the company asking if I wanted to work a orgy party of older men in their late thirties and forties. I said I definitely would and he said he would get back with me once he had three others lined up. It seemed that they wanted four strippers to put on an all male ‘strip show’.

    Wednesday, I got a call confirming the party.

    “Mark, you will be working with Duke, Clay, and Paul, and you will be the leader of the group.” I was happy with that because when groups were sent out, the leader was paid one and a half times the hourly fee, and this party was scheduled from Friday night to Sunday noon at a private estate on a private lake. My bank account was going to see a very nice addition.

    The party was being called a ‘Phantom of the Opera’ party and everyone was required to wear a mask until such time as the host said they could be removed. No one knew exactly who they were having sex with. Being the hired attendees, we were required to wear a Disney mask which indicated we were under twenty-five. The invited guest had various Mardi Gras mask.

    I had been given instructions that upon arrival and before we made our appearance that we were to strip completely naked before ringing the door bell. We did as instructed and the door was answered by a muscular , hairy chested man that we assumed was the host.

    Looking us over, he smiled and said, “You guys from the agency?”

    “Yes, sir, we are,” I replied.

    “Mother fuck!” he exclaimed. “It looks like I got the cream of the crop. Come on in gentlemen.”

    After closing the door, he looked us over and asked “Which of you is the leader?” I said I was and he smiled and said, “I assume you know the rules that I have set up?”

    “Yes, sir, we understand them completely. We’re not to refuse any request. However we can refuse scat play.”

    “You don’t have to worry about that. Everyone has been informed that scat is totally off limits.”

    “Perfect, sir. Now shall we start servicing your guest?”

    “Let me introduce you to everyone.” As he pointed each of us out, we gave our stage name, and not our real name.

    “Gentlemen, have fun. This one is mine to start with but you all know you are free to enjoy them all until noon on Sunday.”

    Then, with everyone watching, Dan, the host, began licking and sucking my nipples going back and forth between them. Then very lovingly, he put pressure on my shoulders forcing me down to my knees, then easing his cock through the hole in my mask, and I began sucking his awesome cock.

    Everyone smiled when he exclaimed, “Oh, fuck, this one is a damn pro,” then he pulled me up and turned me around and began eating my ass as another guy started sucking my cock.

    As the host continued to eat my ass, the guy that was sucking me stood up and motioned for me to suck him. As I bent over to suck him, I saw the other three heavily involved in either oral or anal, or both.

    The host had said that everyone could remove their mask at midnight but before ten many were complaining about having to keep them on that long. I was in the process of sucking one guy while another was giving me an awesome blow job when Dan gave in to everyone’s wish and announced that everyone could remove their mask.

    I quickly pause sucking my man’s cock and removed my mask at the same time as most. I saw that the guy I was sucking was a damn handsome stud, probably in his early forties. I then glanced down to see just who was sucking me and I froze.

    There, with my cock still in his mouth and staring into my face was my own dad. I had gotten a glimpse of my dads cock before, but never had I seen him boned or even dreamed he was into sex with another male.

    I looked into his shocked face for a moment then returned to sucking the cock in my mouth. A moment later, dad returned to sucking me and watched as the cock in my mouth exploded and fed me an awesome cum load which I eagerly and hungrily swallowed.

    Knowing that my own father was watching me eat the load turned me on and instantly my own cock began to explode into my dad’s mouth and I watched as he expertly swallowed every drop.

    After I was drained, he moved closer and whispered, “Let’s go for a walk.”

    No one knew we were going to talk. We thought that everyone probably thought we were going off to have sex alone and without an audience.

    Once where we could talk, he looked at me and said, “Mark, you are the last person I ever dreamed I might run into. A few months ago I was at one party and ended up having sex with my boss but never in all my life did I ever think I would end up having sex with my own son.”

    “Well, I never dreamed I would ever have sex with the one person I admired more than any other,” I replied. “Dad, how long have you been into men?”

    “To be honest, it started in my junior year of high school with a one of the guys I played football with. I was the center and he would rub against my cock while waiting for me to snap the ball.”

    “Damn! He was making passes out in public,” I said with a laugh.

    “You got it, but we can discuss this at home. We better get back to the party, but it’s going to be strange watching you have sex with those other men.”

    “I feel the same way about watching you,” I told him.

    We returned to the festivities and casually watched each other out of the corner of our eyes. I don’t know how dad felt when watching me with another man but I was immensely turned on watching his suck fuck or get sucked or get fucked. It was obvious that he loved it all. We had sex together as much as possible but not so often that others began asking questions. Dad even got to watch me being used as a urinal.

    On one particular encounter a hot guy had just fucked dad in his ass and as he pulled out, I happened to be passing by and before dad could get up, I buried my face in his ass and sucked the mans cum load out of my dad then kissed my dad and shared it. After we had eaten it, he smiled and said softly, “I can’t wait for it to be just you and I for a few days.”

    “I’m going to request a week off,” I whispered into his ear. “I think I just might do the same,” he whispered back.

    Sunday noon finally arrived and everyone began dressing for the first time since Friday evening and leaving. I had a form for the host to fill out with comments about the service he and his guest received.

    Before my associates and I left he handed me the comment sheet and I got to red what he wrote. As I did, I began to smile broadly.

    Hw had written:“Never have I hired a group as wonderful and devoted to doing a superb jobs as your gentlemen. All attendees agree that they were ten times more than expected. Be expecting a bonus for each man in separate envelopes. Expect to be the only service I use in the future.”

    I thanked him and headed back into town with my co workers, everyone talking about who was their favorite and how awesome all the cocks were.

    As soon as I could, I sped home and fund dad waiting totally nude in the Jacuzzi. As I entered the house, he called out that he was waiting for me. I began removing my clothes as I headed for the patio. Upon stepping into the Jacuzzi, dad grabbed me and we began kissing much more passionate and aggressive than we had done at the orgy.

    After the kiss, I said, “Now, how did you start in high school?”

    He smiled and said, “Reach into the cooler and grab each of us a beer and I’ll tell you.”

    I did as he requested and he began his story.

    “Troy Baker and I became good friends during our freshman year. I had no idea at all that he was into sex with males, and in fact, no one did,” dad began. It was in our junior year of high school that I got suspicious mainly by the way he would rub against my cock when getting ready for me to snap the football.”

    “What did you do?” I asked.

    One Friday, your grandparents were going to be out of town for the weekend at a business conference. I invited Troy to come over and spend the night on Friday. Once we were alone, we were laying on my bed and I came right out and said, “You like rubbing against my cock before I snap the ball, don’t you?”

    “He tried to say I was crazy but I told him he did it more once my cock was hard, and if he wanted to see it or play with it to just say so, and I’d let him. He said if he did I would tell everyone at school. I promised I wouldn’t and finally I suggested we jerk off together. He said he would like that.”

    He took a sip of beer then continued. “We had seen each other naked in the gym many times so we stripped and started jerking off. Then I found out that the more we watched each other the more I wanted to jerk him off. I suggested it and we started jerking each other and watched each other shoo our loads.”

    “When did he suck your cock?” I asked.

    “A couple hours later I wanted to see him boned again and suggested we jerk off. We started jerking our own cock then switched and started jerking each other. One thing led to another and we agreed to suck each other and keep it a secret. Well, before he went home on Sunday afternoon we had sucked each other numerous times and fucked each other twice.”

    Dad looked at me and said, “Now, what about you?”

    “Billy Bradley had told me about finding some magazines his brother had brought home from when he was in the army in Europe. He said they were ‘fuck magazines’ and asked if I wanted to see them. I said yes and he invited me over to spend a weekend with him and you said it was okay.”

    “I think I remember that,” Dad said. “Weren’t you a junior then?”

    “Yes, it was my junior year,” I replied, then continued. “Once we were alone, he got out the magazines and we started looking through them and decided to jerk off together. When we saw pictures of the women sucking the men and other pictures of guys fucking women while sucking another guy, we both admitted we were curious about it. We decided to ‘give it a try, as Billy put it.”

    “And did you? Dad asked with a grin.

    “Oh, yes. First Billy sucked on me then I sucked on him. Then we decided to do each other at the same time. We did it but not to completion. Later after seeing pictures of the women with cum in their mouth and on their faces, we decided to go all the way to see what it was like. We both climaxed in each others mouth and swallowed. Billy admitted he liked the taste and I thought about it and said I did also.”

    Dad looked at me and smiled and said, “I just which we had found out about each other sooner. I love having sex with you.”

    “Same here, Dad,” I replied as I leaned closer and we kissed. Moments later after a hot wet kiss, dad was eating my ass as I moaned in pleasure. We had both taken the week off so we stayed nude and had sex whenever we felt like it.

    On Wednesday, I saw dad on the phone talking softly and when I asked who he was speaking with, he simply said it was a business matter. Then, later in the afternoon, he asked me if I would make a trip to the store and pick up a few things. I agreed and headed for the store.

    Upon my return home, he quickly put things away as I headed for my room to remove my clothes. Upon my return, dad kissed me and led me to his room and as we lay on the bed , our arms around each other kissing passionately, I suddenly felt a hot wet mouth swallow my rock hard cock.

    Startled, I pulled away and looked down, only to find my dad’s younger brother, Ray, hungrily suckling my cock.

    I glanced at dad as he smiled and said, “Surprise!”

    After a moment, Ray stopped sucking me and kissed me passionately, then kissed my dad. I soon found out that they had been having sex since their late teens. Moments later, I had dad in my ass and Ray in my mouth and I was in sex heaven.

    Ray spent two days with us having sex. I soon found that both were drinkers and drank from the tap, and we used each other as a urinal. I also found out that my dad loved to be double fucked and loved having Ray and I both in his ass at the same time.

    That was three years ago, and Ray moved in with dad and I and the three of us became lovers. We often had guest visit for an evening or weekend, and I loved sitting back and watching my dad service several men at one time, and he enjoyed watching me do the same.

    Some of the men that dad and Ray invited over were men I never ever dreamed were into sex with other me. A few were local sheriff’s deputies or state police officers, and one was a federal judge.

    Nothing is more exciting and wonderful that making love with your own dad.

  • Claimed

    “Awww… fuck that’s good,” I say in a deep husky whisper as I descend the thick cock about to be speared up my ass. My eyes are closed, head back, goosebumps on my arms.

    “Fuuuuck,” he hisses at the same time as he feels my hole clenching around his thick throbbing cock. His eyes closed, smile on his face, taking in the erotic euphoria of his cock entering my tight butt as I clench it around his cock.

    I finally bottom out. My own cock fully erect, almost painfully so as the mix of feeling him inside me and the anticipation of the long, hot fuck that is about to transpire fills my brain. My hole is resisting any more stretching that his cock demands. I feel full but I feel like it belongs there. The burning sensation has begun but I know if I stick it out a minute, the burn will subside, and fucking will begin. I’m not letting a little burn deny me of his cock. I’m strong, I don’t back down from a challenge and I’m not a pussy. I can take it.

    His powerful hips lift from the mattress preparing to begin the fucking he has looked forward to all week. My body raises with his which drives his cock in a little deeper as my weight forces him in. I take a deep breath and slowly blow it out. I do that a few times.

    “Hold on a second. Let me get used to it,” I say with a strained voice. I slowly gyrate my ass to allow my tight hole to conform to his cock. I feel like his cock is in my gut. My hard cock is bobbing up and down with the motion.

    Both his hands are on either side of my thighs, his warm hands pressing against them as if to hold me in place. Like I’d go anywhere. He starts to push up into my hole once again. There is small sharp pain, but it subsides after a few seconds of bearing down, stretching my hole, allowing more room for his cock to expand when he eventually shoots.

    “You good, QB?” he asks.

    Before I can answer, he grows inpatient and thrusts into me, raising my body with his. Damn it! I hate that.

    “FUCK!” I blurt out, not expecting the sudden intrusion. “Whoa! Not so fucking fast, dude!” I beg with gritted teeth, breathing in and out quickly.

    He stops for a few seconds, only to look me straight in the eye in defiance of my request and thrusts up hard taking my breath away.

    “HEY! God damn it, Slade! I said not so fast. God, you fucker!” I say as my voice hits a high note like I’m going through puberty. I knew he wouldn’t show mercy. He never does. He knows I don’t want him to. He looks up at me with a “Really? Seriously?” expression.

    “You made me wait all week, Quarterback. I’m not waiting anymore,” he growls. He thrusts up again making my eyes bug out.

    I fall forward and place my hands on his hard pecs for balance. My body bent forward, my ass sticking out farther allows his cock to saw its way deeper into my clenching, hungry hole.

    “Please?” I plead as I stare into his blue eyes. “It’s been a week, Slade. Just give me two fucking seconds and then you can take my ass to Pound Town.” One week without a fuck and two days of squats has made my ass snap tight.

    He rolls his eyes with frustration. He lets me take a minute to adjust but he’s impatient by nature and it gets the better of him, his selfish side takes over. I know that look and I know I’m losing this fight. I take another deep breath and commence to get ready for a fuck that I can’t stop. He gets what he wants. What happened to the days when I got what I want?

    “Slade…” I start to warn him.

    “Nope,” he states.

    “Oh, shit,” I proclaim as I prepare myself mentally.

    I tense my body making my muscles flex as he commences his jackhammer-fucking up into me. He likes it when my muscles swell, turn red, veins popping, knowing he did that to another man. Seeing a man like me strain, moan, sweat, beg for his cock. It makes him feel powerful, superior. He is. And I like seeing the pleasure and satisfaction on his face, a result of my body being used for his enjoyment. I feel honored that a man of his caliber chose me as the vessel to dump his loads into. He looks up at me, he knows that’s what I’m thinking right now and shows me a cocky sneer. He can be such a prick.

    I run my hands over his cobblestone abs and then back up to his chest. My teeth clenched, and my eyes squeezed shut as I feel the ecstasy of the man under me completely owning my ass. He knows he does. He knows he’s the only type of guy who can ever own my ass. He has me wrapped around his little finger. I am addicted to his cock and he is addicted to fucking my big, muscular, frat boy ass. The power he exudes turns me on, drives me into a frenzy, makes me question my choices and my sexuality. He’s cocky and arrogant at the thought of landing an otherwise straight frat-boy like me.

    “Fuck me, Slade. Fuck me,” I moan.

    I look down at his handsome face with a day’s worth of stubble. I marvel at how fucking sexy he is. He’s not your typical forty-something-year-old man. I’m not quite sure how old he is because I don’t care. He’s hot as fuck, experienced, confident and knows how to turn a guy like me into his slobbering little bitch. I do know he’s married with a kid. He had the good sense to stay in shape after getting married and starting a family. He’s starting to gray around his temples, his face starting to show some lines, but they only make him more handsome and sexy.

    DILF is an understatement when it comes to this man. His body is insane. I’ve seen old pictures of him from when he played football in college; he’s in better shape now in his forties than he was at twenty. In my opinion, he deserves to be a cocky arrogant prick. He’s older, he’s hot as fuck and he’s boning the hell out of a hot frat boy half his age, who, until a few months ago, had never been with a dude and had never planned to.

    “Bitch position,” he states without emotion, taking me by surprise, he takes more control, slams his hands onto my chest and pushes my two-hundred-pound muscular frame backward onto my back.

    “Whoa!” the word comes out of my mouth strained and a little high pitched. I’ve lost my balance as he pushed me back. His cock expelling itself from my now empty hole. “Oh, god, dude,” I say at the loss of his cock inside me. But I like it when he gets aggressive and takes control, never giving me advanced notice of anything he does to me during sex. It makes each time we fuck into an adventure. It’s hot enough for me to know he has the strength to make my body do what he wants.

    “Put it back in. Stick me, Slade,” I pant. I used to hate this position when we first started fucking. We did it a lot. It was his way of showing my place. My place was under him. He wanted me to see what his wife sees.

    He aggressively grabs my ankles and hoists them up on top of his shoulders. I smile at the thrill of having his two-hundred-ten pounds of muscle throw my two-hundred pounds of muscle around like a rag doll. He bites his bottom lip and grunts as he rams his cock down into my ass.

    “Fuck yeah!” I try to yell out, but he puts his hand over my mouth and presses down hard. We’re fucking in my room at the frat so I must be quiet. Normally, we don’t fuck here but we can’t do it at his house. His family is home. Luckily, it’s a Sunday and most of the guys are gone for the weekend but still better to be safe than sorry. And he thinks it’s funny to test the boundaries. He laughs sometimes when he’s fucking me so hard that I must put a pillow over my face and scream into it. I’ve learned to play some music and play it loud to cover my noisy grunts and groans.

    “Shhhh, Quarterback. You don’t want your frat bros to know you’re in here getting boned, do you?” It makes me mad but then it sends more adrenaline through my body to my dick and I like it. Whenever we fuck in the frat, I’ll walk him out afterwards and I automatically turn red with embarrassment as I pass my frat brothers on the way out. I know they suspect nothing but still, I just got my ass handed to me upstairs. It’s enough that I know. Slade just grins like he’s won a trophy. I’m his trophy boy.

    Slade sneers at me again while staring into my eyes like lasers. I can’t look away. I’m ashamed at my behavior but at the same time overwhelmed with the excitement I feel when he’s inside me. I feel slutty when we fuck. He makes me feel that way with his fuck talk and aggression. He’s an Alpha and he’s good at it. He’s found that I respond well to his control. I’m not an alpha when I’m with Slade. Who can blame him? Wouldn’t you get cocky and arrogant knowing you’re able to dominate and fuck the alpha out of another guy? Of course, you would.

    “You like that,” he grins. It’s not a question. He’s stating a fact. He pulls his hand from my mouth while holding my eyes hostage with his own. He then folds me in half, my knees up near my ears. My breath labors as my airway is slightly constricted. I try to answer but all that I can do is grunt. Sweat drips from his forehead and falls into my mouth. I instinctively lick my lips and stick out my tongue to catch more of his salty essence.

    He watches me lick up his sweat and grins. It turns him on. “Fuck, you can be so slutty,” he says with a cocky smile. “But then, you can’t help it. Can you?”

    My face is flushed; half from humiliation and half from the strain of taking his hard fuck.

    “You fucking know I can’t,” I reply, my voice strained and gravelly. “You fucking bastard.”

    He grins down at me. He takes my ankles and opens my legs wide like a wishbone. I used to hate it when he did that. Once again, it made me feel like a girl. But now I fucking love it. He pushes my legs down, stretching my quads and hamstrings to their limit. I’ve become more flexible since we started fucking. His rears up and rams me hard and fast.

    “I’m going to mess inside you, Quarterback,” he whispers. “Yeah, I know you love it when I mess inside you.” His whisper is husky, a low baritone. “You like my hot, sticky mess in your gut. Filling you up.”

    I clench my teeth trying to stifle a moan or a squeal, anything trying to escape and would give me away to my frat brothers downstairs.

    “That’s it, Quarterback. I’m sticking you good,” he hums next to my ear. “Look at you, taking my cock like a good boy.”

    He runs a hand through my hair, wiping it off my sweaty forehead. “Fuck, you are a beautiful boy. You look so beautiful with my cock buried in your butch little hole,” he said with a little cockiness. “I wish everyone could see you right now.”

    My eyes snapped open telling Slade that would not be a good thing. He gets off on freaking me out.

    “I wish I could fuck you so hard right now, you’d scream out. Your frat brothers would run up here and see you on your back, legs up, ass full of my cock.”

    That made my dick twitch.

    “Then they would know, QB. They would know my muscle boy Quarterback is mine. They would know that YOU are MINE. You want me to be inside you. You want a man like me to fuck you.” Slade slows his thrust and they turn long, slow and deep. “You know what, QB?” I lay there hanging on his every word. “You’re a cumdump.” He smiles. I look up at him, my eyes searching his. My hands holding on to his biceps, feeling their power. “You know you’re mine, but I bet you would give this ass up to any man like me. Wouldn’t you, Quarterback?” I don’t answer, I just swallow hard. “You’re a slut for alpha cock. You’d turn ass up for any big muscular alpha cock, wouldn’t you, QB?”

    I don’t know if I should answer. I don’t know if I can. I don’t know if he wants and answer. He knows me better than anyone. He can read my mind. It turns out I don’t need to answer as he picks up the pace, his eyes close, he bites his bottom lip and his body stiffens as he blows a thick, warm, gooey load into my tight, upturned hole.

    Why in the fuck do I love this so much? Why do I love these bouts of humiliation, denigration and shame knowing I’m being fucked by another man? I’ve never wanted to get fucked before. I mean, I’m not a homophobe. I’m secure enough in my masculinity to say, truthfully, I’ve always found athletic, muscular athletes somewhat attractive. Mostly, I thought it was mutual admiration for the time and discipline it takes to keep our bodies on point. I’m not blind. I knew when a guy was sexy. It’s as if I was proud to be considered a part of an elite club where all the members where athletic, muscular, masculine, cocky and alpha. Being around other alphas was like crack for me. The camaraderie, the bonding of men of the same caliber was addictive.

    Then I met Slade.

    I guess its cliché for a gay sex story, but we met at the gym. I strutted into the weight room one day, gym bag in one hand, jug of water in the other. I see my buddy, Russ. I fist bump him.

    “Bro!” he says excitedly. “What happened with the hot piece of ass you snagged at the club the other night?”

    I grin. “Dude, oh my god. She was insanely slutty. She had the sweetest tasting pussy. I ate her out, made that fucking bitch moan like a whore.”

    “Right on, bro! She was smoking hot. I assume you fucked her.”

    “Dude?” I looked at him like he was talking crazy. “Of course. She saw my cock and practically begged for it.”

    “That’s so crazy, bro. Did she stay the night?”

    “Nah, I kicked her…” I stopped talking in mid-sentence when I glimpsed him from across the weight room over the vast array of free-weights. My breath was suddenly taken away and my stomach dropped.

     

    Russ wondered why I stopped in mid-sentence and looked at what I was looking at.

    “Who’s that?” I ask.

    “Don’t know. First time I’ve seen him here,” he replied.

    “Huh. Dude is jacked,” I commented. I was mesmerized by his muscle.

    “Yeah, he sure is. Better be careful, bro. He may dethrone you as King of the Gym,” Russ said as he patted me on the back.

    I scoffed, “Not likely.”

    Damn, this guy was hot! Like, stunningly so.

    I paused a second and thought about what just went through my head. Why did I just have that reaction looking at another dude? Everyone paused to watch him. There was something about him that made me weak in the knees. He was one of the most handsome men I’d even seen. His body was a work of art that would make anyone; gay, straight, male or female, stop and stare. The way he walked, his posture, his serious facial expression reeked of Alpha. I don’t understand why I was drawn to him. I should feel threatened. I found myself wanting to know him, I wanted to impress him, I wanted to be his best friend. And another thing, I always notice when a dude has a nice developed ass, but never in a sexual way, always an admirability of hard work and dedication to knowing how to sculpt the human body to their will. But this guy had the most amazing ass I’d ever seen; compact, high and tight, dimpled cheeks. His red leggings molded to that ass, obviously he was showing off. There was no doubt that he knew he was hot. I couldn’t stop staring at it when he stood. I absentmindedly ran a hand over my own ass to feel and wonder if it was as nice as his. I have a stellar ass; bubble and muscular but his was on a slightly higher level. I felt like a 14-year-old girl meeting her first crush.

    Hypnotized, I worked my way over to his area. He was working his shoulders. I wasn’t even supposed to work my shoulders that day, but he was at the shoulder press and damn it, so was I.

    I walked by two guys working out together and I heard one say to the other, “Who’s that guy?”

    “Don’t know. Never seen him before,” the other guy said.

    “That dude’s body is on fucking point,” the first one said.

    “Yeah. Look at those fucking glutes,” the other said with envy.

    “Dude stop looking at his ass. That’s gay, dude,” the first one teased.

    As I got closer, he saw me, did a double take and his eye contact was so intense that it made my heart skip a beat. I’d never had this feeling before around a dude. He was tall and solid. I was intimidated and trust me, no one intimidates me. I’m the one that does the intimidating. I know I’m hot and I know how to use that to my advantage every day. A big white smile, a little flirting, a wink, casually flexing my pecs or arms can catch someone’s attention and they will treat you better.

    I grabbed some dumbbells and took the bench next to him. I stole looks at him through the mirror as I did my sets. I got up to put the weights back on the rack and grabbed some heavier ones. I looked in the mirror and he was looking back at me, well, at my ass. For some reason, that made me excited. A dude who looks as god-like as de does and he is blatantly checking out my ass. Nice. I turned to the bench, looked at him and gave a friendly nod. He nodded back.

    We both proceeded to go about our workouts but never straying too far from one another. Later, I saw him look at his watch and then to me. He nodded to me again as if to say, “See you later” and made his way to the exit.

    After a couple days of nods and awkward staring, finally I got the nerve to said hello. It was as if he was waiting for me to make first contact. It was a short “Hey. How’s it going? I’m Decker” and that broke the ice. He said his name was Slade which I thought was fitting and sexy as fuck. It was a strong name, masculine. I glimpsed a wedding ring which, for some reason, made me a little sad.

    The next day more small talk and the next day full conversations. He would chuckle every time I initiated conversation. It was like he thought it was cute or something. It made me feel like when I talked to a girl for the first time.

    I was an idiot and didn’t notice for a week or so that he was working out at the same time I was every day. Stalking me? How was I supposed to know? I think, subconsciously, I was stalking him. I just told myself it was an innocent bromance. Mutual admiration. I liked being seen with other attractive people. It was egotistical and narcissistic but that’s how I was. Our conversations were usually about nutrition, fitness goals, gym talk, typical guy stuff.

    I started to get excited to see him every day. I made sure I was at the gym at the same time every day, never late. I was still an idiot. I didn’t get what was happening to me. Once again, I assumed it was idol worship or something. Here was an older guy, probably old enough to be my dad. I couldn’t tell because he looked young but carried himself like he was older and more experienced. His body put most other’s in that gym to shame…except mine, of course. And he was damned handsome. I just wanted to be like him. No, I wanted to be him. I sought his attention and admiration. I thought about him all the time, what he was doing, where he was while I was on dates with girls.

    One day he suggested that since we were at the gym the same time every day that we should lift together, become workout partners. I was psyched! We had the same goals, the main one, obviously, to become even hotter than we were. He was a great mentor. That’s what I saw him as, I thought. He was older, more experienced, and he taught me things about lifting and nutrition that I’d never known. What started off as two lifting partners motivating each other to push harder, quickly became competing alpha egos trying to out-lift the other. Always lifting heavier, doing more cardio, comparing body fat percentage. Everything was a contest. He was trying to kick my ass as much as I was trying to kick his.

    The more we competed the more I saw changes in my body. His too. Our muscles became harder, tighter. We were becoming more cut and defined. I spent way too much time naked in front of my mirror. Way too many shirtless selfies. It became normal to shoot him a shirtless selfie and within minutes he would do the same, usually with some funny but demeaning comment about my pic. But I knew he was impressed by my gains. I could tell be the way he looked at me sometimes when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. I was more confident, as if I needed any more confidence. I felt more superior to other guys around me than I did before, except him. I started to notice how he dressed, how he styled his hair, what kind of car he drove, and I emulated him.

    I started to become a little aroused watching him in his compression gear, showing off his gains, the gear challenging me to look at his progress every day and know that everyone else in the gym could see it too. I went out and bought the same compression gear. The first time I showed up in my new leggings and tight t-shirt, he just shook his head and laughed. “Couldn’t help yourself, could you?” He said.

    “I’m not letting you get all the attention, old man,” I jabbed back.

    The attention we received was fucking euphoric. Some guys thought we were big brother/younger brother because he looked so young which just made me proud that someone would assume that. For a forty-something-year-old man, he was impressive to look that good at that age. It meant that we were alike in more ways than I thought. This was when he started to become more “hands on?”

    He had never been shy about touching. He was always patting me on the shoulder or my back. He was into bro-hugs. Sometimes a playful squeeze of the back of my neck. He liked to roughly grip my biceps and tell me how big they were on arm days. He always told me I looked good or I was getting great gains. Lots of compliments as time passed. By this time, we had become like best friends and not so much a big brother/little brother. We talked about normal stuff during our workouts; football, his wife and kid, my dates, my classes, his work. He owned a few construction companies. I met his wife a few times. Of course, she was beautiful. I would come over to hang out and watch a game with him or play some video games. His kid was a shit, a teenage version of his dad; cocky and arrogant but what do you expect from a seventeen-year-old who has the genetics of this guy. I think he was jealous of me because his dad wanted to spend more time with me over him. The wife never questioned why her husband was hanging out with a guy half his age because we had so much in common. She always said I was born twenty years too late. It was always funny when I came over, she’d answer the door and yell back, “Honey! Your boyfriend’s here!” That always got me to blush.

    After a few weeks, he gave me a nickname: Quarterback. I was quarterback for three years in high school. I received a football scholarship to college, and I was set to go pro, but I blew out my knee halfway through the season last year, my junior year. Apparently, I talk about that a lot and he made fun of me for it. Started calling me Quarterback or QB and it stuck. Secretly, I think he was impressed. He played football in high school and college too, but I know I was a better than he was. He knew it too.

    About a month later he started slipping gay inuendo into our conversations. Slade liked to refer to me, jokingly, as his bitch around other guys at the gym. He’d also make comments to me whenever we saw a guy he thought might be gay. “That dude’s hot. I bet he wants to fuck you,” or, “You know, you have a nice ass…for a guy.” That always left me puzzled at first, I laughed it off, then I got used to his sexual banter. He knew I was openminded and had no problem with gay guys. He was trying to shock me. Gay dudes have always been nice to me, probably trying to get into the straight boy’s pants. I had gay friends, so I was more than fine with their sexual innuendo. I kind of liked it when they flirted with me. It makes me feel special. I like making men and women hot for me. Call it insecurity but I call it envy.

    The time that really got my attention was when we were drunk. He’d say shit like “If we were gay, I’d fuck you.” I always laughed it off, but it began to turn me on after a while. It was hot knowing a god like him would find me sexually attractive. He said it all the time whenever the beer flowed. Hell, when I think about it, I would be the luckiest gay guy in the world to have him fuck me. He always joked that I would be the bottom in the relationship. At first, it was uncomfortable for a guy like me to even consider being fucked, let alone gay. After a few times hearing it though, I grew to like it. It made me feel warm inside. It made me wonder how his wife feels when he’s on top of her, fucking her. I was starting to get jealous every time Slade brought up her name. I had a case of hero worship and I had it bad. I don’t even know if it’s still hero worship when it gets to the point of sexual attraction.

    After a while, it started to feel like a relationship more than a friendship. I was so confused for a long time. I’ve never been attracted sexually to men. I’ve always dated girls and was satisfied with the sex. Slade was such an amazing man. Successful, handsome, built, confident, athletic and alpha as fuck. My alpha personality was overshadowed by his. When he was with me, I found I was more subdued, less boisterous and I hung on his every word. I felt like he treated me like we were dating, and I let him. He liked to shop with me and pick out my clothes. He said I had terrible taste in clothes and dressed like a boring straight guy. He picked out my workout gear, making me try on every item and modeling it for him. The expensive stuff, he bought for me. He was very particular in what I wore to the gym. He was very adamant about telling me if he didn’t like something and I shouldn’t buy it. He always made sure I was on time for class with a quick text because he had learned my schedule and he knew I liked to sleep in.

    He gave his opinion on the girls I dated, usually bad opinions. It seemed no girl was good enough for me. He’d text me to make sure I got home ok after my dates. When we hung out, he’d pay for everything; movies, dinners, game tickets. He said I shouldn’t be spending money I didn’t have and that he made seven-digits a year so he would take care of everything. He wouldn’t let me drive when we went out even if we were taking my car, which wasn’t very often. I drove a shitty Tacoma and he drove a Tesla and a Land Rover. He was becoming more possessive and controlling but for some reason, I didn’t care. I liked it. I craved his approval.

    Then something happened one night. We stumbled across a gay pride beer garden while out barhopping one night. We were trashed so we went in.

    I remember seeing two dudes kissing and I turned to Slade and asked, “Dude, are we in a gay bar?”

    He laughed, put his arm around me, his breath reeking of beer and said, “I think we are, Quarterback. Don’t worry your pretty little head. If anyone tries anything, tell them you’re with me.”

    We both broke down into hysterical, drunken laughter. We were so drunk; we didn’t care where we were.

    I laughed. “Tell them I’m with you? You mean like my boyfriend?”

    He pulled me in closer. “Fuck yeah, QB! You know you’re my big, sexy quarterback,” he laughed and winked.

    I rolled my eyes and laughed again. I pushed him away as he playfully punched me in the shoulder. Every guy in line turned and looked at us, whispering, pointing.

    “Hey. Nice ass,” said the bouncer at the front door.

    “I’d like ten minutes alone with you two,” commented the guy checking ID’s.

    Slade put his arm around my shoulder. “Sorry boys. You’ll have to settle for look but don’t touch,” he flirted, “but this one…” he pointed at me, “this one loves it hard and rough. Don’t you, Quarterback.” He winked at me.

    “Fuck off, asshole,” I laughed as I pushed his arm off my shoulder. “You wish.”

    He winked again as we made our way towards the bar.

    “What was that all about, you dick? Why would you tell them something like that?” I asked. “Now all these guy dudes are going to think I’m a fag.”

    “Uh, because they loved it. We’re hot. Look around. We’re the hottest dudes in here,” he exclaimed with a drunken swagger.

    “But we’re not gay,” I said reminded him.

    “They don’t care, Quarterback. They know we’re straight… I think. Listen, a gay guy loves nothing more than to think he can turn a hot, straight guy. Besides, a hole is a hole.”

    I raised my eyebrows when he said that.

    Slade rolled his eyes at me. “What? Don’t be so fucking uptight. Have some fun!” Then, suddenly, he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek which made me flinch with surprise.

    “When in Rome!” he bellowed and then shouted out, “SHOTS!”

    Then he grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bar. His hand was warm. I felt his fingers intertwine with mine and I let it happen as he pulled me through the sea of men. I wasn’t repulsed and I didn’t want to let go, and we didn’t until we got our drinks. It should have been weird; two straight guys holding hands. But it was so natural, like it didn’t matter. I looked around the bar and was filled with pride as everyone stared at us. I was proud to be with Slade and I wanted them all to be jealous of us, of me. I wanted everyone to assume we were together and be in impressed that a guy like Slade claimed me as his own. Dudes were paying for our drinks all night. Guys were hitting on us and like Slade told me to do, I told them Slade was my boyfriend. I could tell he was doing the same thing every time another guy would hit on him. Slade would point at me and tell him he was sorry, but he was here with his boyfriend.

    At one point, I lost track of Slade. I didn’t stray far from the spot where we were standing in case he came back and I wasn’t there. He said he recognized someone he knew and wanted to say hi and then he was gone. It kind of pissed me off that he would leave me alone in a bar full of dudes who were eyeing me like I was a side of beef. But I’m a big boy, literally, a big boy, so I can handle myself.

    While I was waiting, I felt like I was being watched. It was then I noticed a muscled up Hispanic dude was staring at me from across the room. I was a little uncomfortable and didn’t know what to do so I politely smiled with a nod. I guess that was ok to do in a gay bar? He nodded back.

    The dude was fit as fuck. Big, handsome and masculine with an undeniable hunger in his eyes. He must be an alpha-gay if that’s a thing? Can gay guys be alphas? I’m dumb when it comes to social subculture and what goes on within them.

    After some intense eye contact, I recognized he was playing a game I call Hunter/Prey. I’ve played this at bars with women I was trying to bed down. I was the hunter. She was my prey. I’d catch her attention, swoop in with my charm for the kill and if it worked, I would have all-you-can-eat pussy all night long. It always worked. Right now, I wasn’t looking to hunt anyone, but I didn’t want him to think I was prey either. It was a lot of staring each other down, and I hoped he didn’t take it as an invitation. He, on the other hand, was making it perfectly clear that he was the hunter and I was his prey.

    After a couple of minutes of covert glimpses, he made his way over to me. It was like he was parting the Red Sea as the other guys got out of his way. He must have a reputation. “Oh crap,” I thought. I automatically went into alpha mode; wide stance, arms folded over my chest, flexing biceps, straight face, intimidating posture. I wanted him to know right away he wasn’t getting anywhere with me. The closer he got; I couldn’t help but take him in. He had an amazing body and he liked to show it off. His red T-Shirt was way too small and his jeans were way too tight, but he pulled it off like a fucking superhero. I couldn’t help but admire him and he was damned handsome with his thick, jet black, hair and square jaw. Even I had to acknowledge that. I mentally shook off the thoughts I was having.

    “What’s your name?” he asked me, getting right to the point. Not even a hello? A typical alpha move.

    I gave him side-eye like he was unimportant and answered in a bored tone, “Decker,”

    He smirked, recognizing my attempt at intimidation. “For real?” he asked as if he didn’t believe me.

    I looked at him with a furrowed brow. “Yeah. Is there a problem with that?” I asked with my jaw clenched.

    “Whoa! No need to get testy,” he said holding up his hands in mock defense. “It’s a unique name. I should have known a guy who looks like you would have such a…butch name.”

    “Huh,” I grunted and avoided eye contact. I wasn’t quite sure if that was a legit compliment of a back-handed one.

    “I’ve never seen you here before,” he said as he scanned my body, top to bottom. “I would have noticed you.”

    “No, you haven’t. I’m here with a friend,” I said as I scanned his body very quickly with just a flicker of my eyes. I couldn’t help it, but I did it in a way that made me seem unimpressed which was hard because I clearly was impressed.

    “That hot daddy you walked in with? Where is he?” he asked looking around.

    “Daddy?” I said to myself. “What the fuck? He’s not my dad.”

    I scoffed. “I didn’t get YOUR name,” I said, ignoring his question.

    “Hector,” he said as he held out his hand to shake. I ignored it. Totally an alpha move. He won’t bother me much longer. He cocked an eyebrow as if to say “touché” and slowly retracted his hand. He was getting the hint.

    “You didn’t answer my question, big man. Where’s the hot daddy you came in with?”

    Wow, this guy is persistent.

    “Probably went to pee,” I replied with a shrug, trying to look uninterested with more side-eye.

    “Well, that’s not a good boyfriend. He’s been gone for a while now,” he said as he loomed closer to me. He gently clamped down on my bicep.

    I looked down at his hand, grasped it and pushed it away. “He’s not my boyfriend, stalker,” I quickly corrected him even though I knew I was supposed to say that Slade was my boyfriend to fend off guys like Hector. “

    “Oh! Well, that changes everything, doesn’t it?” he said with newfound vigor.

    I tried to keep myself at arm’s length, but he just kept getting in my space. He was aggressive and fearless. I’d given him every indication that I was unavailable and not interested but, truthfully, I was intrigued, and flattered that someone this hot was interested in me. He wasn’t accepting any efforts to thwart him. I fed off his masculine aura. It was like our energies were grazing and sending electric shocks up into our bodies. His chocolate eyes were so intense.

    “Changes everything about what?” I asked like he was bothering me, but I wanted to hear what he had to say. I couldn’t let on, though.

    “You and me,” Hector said in a deep low voice.

    “You and me?” I asked, playing dumb. But I knew what he was going to say, and it made my stomach flutter.

    “Yeah, you and me. Let’s get out of here, man and see what your ass feels like wrapped around my cock,” he said as he placed his hand on my ass and squeezed. I froze, not sure how to tell him that wasn’t happening. When I felt his powerful grip, his warm breath on my neck, his low sexy voice, I swallowed hard and started to sweat. I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to hear what he thought of my ass. I wanted him to tell me more things he wanted to do to me. His dominating persona was hitting me like a brick wall. It was just so odd. Intimidation did not usually threaten me.

    I gulped, my mouth going dry. “Hector, dude, we’re not gay. We’re just here to party.”

    Hector’s eyes darted down to my chest and then back to my eyes with a slight smile.

    “You two aren’t gay? Do you two make it a habit of holding hands in gay bars?” he asked suspiciously.

    Shit, how do I explain that?

    “Um, I was kind of nervous, first time in a gay bar, so he was just trying to help us blend in,” I said trying to convince this aggressive guy that it was no big deal. I was starting to lose my intimidating posture. I began meeting his eye contact and then dropping my eyes. My hands started to tremble. His eyes never stopped drilling into me the whole time. Not once did he drop eye contact. What about me made him think I would react this way? I don’t think I gave off a gay vibe or a submissive one. I assume because I’m very attractive and am in amazing shape that he was interested but he was changing the dynamics of the situation. He acted like I was transparent as glass.

    “Ok, straight boy, tell me how two hot, straight guys found yourselves in a gay bar on a Friday night?” Hector asked in a sarcastic tone and a smirk. I knew any excuse I would try to make wasn’t going to fly with him. He was a walking bullshit detector.

    He folded his big arms over his chest. His t-shirt strained to keep his thick muscle covered. He tilted his head, curiously, to the side showing me he was ready to listen. My stomach flipped and my heart raced. I suddenly wanted to tell him what he wanted to hear. It was like he was hypnotizing me with his fucking biceps. I felt the air get sucked out of the room as I pictured in my head what it would be like to worship his body; feel his muscles, lick his smooth skin, feel his weight on top of me.

    My alpha side was almost gone after ten minutes of talking to him and then before I realized it, I found myself right up against him. He smelled like soap and musk. His hand made its way to my lower back as we chatted. It was strange but at the same time, erotic. Hector was cool but very dominant, more dominant than I could ever be. He, unknowingly, made me feel like I was a fraud, an actor playing a role. He tried to keep my glass filled with beer, very attentive to anything I might need. I was getting drunker. He was getting closer.

    Finally, Slade shows up with some young dude in tow. I felt a twinge of jealousy and I didn’t know why. I asked Slade where he’d been. He evaded the question and just mussed up my hair and drank my beer. The kid was twenty-one or so and had a very cut, solid body. Not as good looking as me but I could see why gay dudes would like him. I could tell the kid was into Slade. I went back into alpha-mode and stared him down. He just sneered at me. Hector watched the interaction, laughed and shook his head, amused.

    “Who’s this?” Slade asked me as he sized up Hector.

    “Who’s this?” I came back as I gestured to his adoring fan.

    “I asked first,” Slade stated without a smile.

    “Hector, this is Slade,” I said introducing them. “Slade, Hector.”

    They shook hands and held it as they both squeezed hard fighting for dominance.

    “Ok, guys. You’re going to break some fingers,” the kid said as he broke their grip.

    Slade’s and Hector’s eye contact continued like two alpha wolves about to attack.

    “And now my turn. Who’s he?” I asked Slade.

    Without dropping his stare at Hector, Slade replied, “Tyler.”

    “TAYLOR,” the kid corrected him with venom in his voice.

    “Looks like you had no problem finding someone to keep you company,” Slade said, still not looking at me. His attention on Hector.

    “So, did you,” Hector said to him with challenge in his tone, an arch to his eyebrow.

    There was fire in Slade’s glare, the silence deafening.

    Taylor stepped over to me, “What’s going on here? Why is Slade messing with Hector?” he asked. “You know, Hector is an MMA fighter. He’d kill Slade.”

    “I have no idea what’s happening,” I shrugged as we watch the two alphas stare each other down.

    Taylor looked at me dumbfounded.

    “Dude, they’re fighting over you,” he said matter-of-factly, like it was so obvious.

    I looked at him with confusion, “What? No, dude, we’re not gay.” This was becoming surreal. I was not going to admit to another guy that I even cared about what was happening.

    Taylor flinched and looked at me like I was crazy. He looked over at Slade and then back to me. “Dude, you are in denial.” He turned to walk away but then stopped, “This dick measuring is stupid. You two fight it out, I’m going home and Slade…it’s always good to see you,” he commented with a wink.

    “Come on Slade, let’s go. I’m fucked up and I’m tired,” I said as a tugged at the tight sleeve of his t-shirt.

    “Here that? Your bitch wants to go home,” Hector mocked.

    “What the fuck?” I shot back. “Asshole, what did you just say?”

    “Go home, old man,” Hector said to Slade while nodding at me. “Fuck your bitch. Have him while you can,” Hector taunted again.

    Slade turned red.

    “Slade! Come on, dude. We’re going,” I commanded as I took his arm, squeezed and pulled him away from the confrontation. He took my hand in his again as I pulled him. He yanked his hand out of mine when we left the bar and stood on the sidewalk as I used my phone to find an Uber.

    “Why did you do that?” Slade asked, anger in his tone.

    I gave him a frustrated look. “Because dude, you were about to get into a fight with a fucking MMA fighter. Hector would have destroyed you. You’re acting fucking bazaar tonight, Slade. I don’t know what the fuck and I don’t care.”

    “Decker, he was an asshole. He needed to be put in his place and that place is not with you,” Slade said with an angry slur. He called me by my real name which was uncommon. He only used it when he was serious about something and he wanted me to listen and understand.

    “With me?” I said, my head shot from the phone screen to him. Did he know I was cozying up to Hector? Was he watching me? I was suddenly defensive, “Fuck, dude. I’m not fucking queer,” I stated nervously. Am I? “What was with all the hand holding and general gayness in there,” I asked sarcastically. “And what the fuck is up with that Taylor shithead? How do you know him? He acted like he just sucked your dick or something.” I stopped talking abruptly, knowing I had just crossed a line. Just then the Uber pulled up.

    Slade looked at me, his eyes watery. His face turned red again. “Fuck you! You are a fucking, entitled, little prick. I’m walking home,” he slurred as he walked away and disappeared down the street.

    I watched him in shock as I got into the car.

    The driver turned to me and asked, “Damn, your boyfriend is pissed.”

    “He’s not my boyfriend,” I said quietly. “Just drive.”

    The whole ride home I tried to justify Slade’s behavior at the bar. It was so puzzling and so random. I started to question if Slade had feelings for me and that thought made my stomach flip. I started to text him, but I felt like a jealous schoolgirl, so I put my phone in my pocket. God damn it, why was I having these thoughts? Why was Slade acting so bazaar?

    When I got home, I received a text from Slade apologizing for his behavior and that he was just drunk and acting stupid. I texted back that he was out of line and made me feel uncomfortable. He apologized profusely. I found it hard to stay mad at him. He sent a couple of funny GIFS and I forgave him. How could I not? He was Slade. I hated knowing he was angry with me.

    The next morning, late, we met up to work out. After some awkward moments we eased into our workout. Soon, we laughed and talked about how fucked up we were the night before. Like I said, I’m an idiot. I have no problem being ogled by gay dudes; it’s flattering. Slade didn’t have an issue with it either, except for Hector. I spent four hours in a gay bar with my best buddy, getting hit on by dudes, letting them buy us drinks and ogle us and it was the best time I’ve had in ages. I was hung over as fuck, but I didn’t care. All I wanted to do was get here to the gym to see him again.

    It was leg day. He liked leg days. We both loved squats. It seemed like we did an awful lot of them. My ass was getting bigger by the week. I was squatting some insane amount of weight and he decided I needed a spot. I thought it was odd since he had never spotted me before while squatting. He stood behind me, his groin pressed to my ass as I sank into the squat, my ass extending out. His hands on my waist and he shadowed me, ready to assist me if it became too heavy for me. He pressed into my ass, but I didn’t say anything. I liked it. I’m a narcissist. Squat day was my favorite because my ass had become a work of art since I started lifting with him. High, tight and hard. He continued to press his cock hard into my ass and continued to do so throughout the whole movement. My dick became stiff. I returned the weight to the rack quickly. I needed to hide the fact my cock was stiffening in my spandex leggings.

    That’s when he became strange, again.

    “Good boy. That ass is looking good, Quarterback,” he growled as he smacked my left ass cheek. I flinched. It hurt.

    “Hey!” I yelled as I rubbed the spot where he slapped me. His hand slapping against my compression tights was loud, echoed in the room. His hand was cupped, and I felt a slight squeezing pressure from his hand

    “What?” he shrugged, “Those guys were right last night,” he said matter-of-factly.

    “Right about what?” I asked.

    “You have nice ass,” he said as a throw away statement.

    He added weight and got into squat position. His granite carved quads and ass wrapped in skintight Lycra made my dick stiff again. I positioned myself behind him like he did to me. That’s when he stood up and turned.

    “Whoa. What are you doing?” He asked defensively and pushed me back a step.

    I was confused. “I’m spotting you.”

    He shook his head. “I don’t need one,” he added defiantly.

    “Huh?” I asked, still confused. “That’s crazy heavy weight you added.”

    He looked me straight in the eye and quietly, forcefully replied, “Back off, Decker.”

    “Why? You spotted me.” I said, getting pissed. “I was just trying to help.”

    “Just don’t worry about me. I can hold my own, even though you didn’t seem to think so last night?” He said passive aggressively.

    I was dumbstruck. He was dead serious, and I was more confused than ever.

    “Are we on that again?” I said with an eye roll.

    He ignored me and did one set. He racked the weight and looked at me in the mirror.

    He spun around and stuck his finger in my chest. “Don’t ever question me or my ability to kick the ass out of any guy, MMA or not. Hear me?”

    “I didn’t! I just didn’t want to see you get hurt, dude.”

    “And I didn’t want to see you get hurt,” he said as he grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it down.

    I didn’t know what to say so I left it at that.

    “I… I… Ok,” I stammered.

    I watched him squat his set. He had perfect form. His powerful quads flexed, and his high and tight ass squeezed together at the top of the movement. When he was done, I added more weight and returned to squat position for my set. He took his place behind me again for a spot. I didn’t say anything and just ignored it. Again, he hugged my body close and put both hands on my waist.

    Quietly, he said in my ear, “I got you. You can do this. Make me proud.” God, did I want to make him proud.

    I squatted down to parallel, my bulbous muscled ass sticking out, his cock pressed up against it, nestled in the cleft between my cheeks. I was losing concentration as I tried to lift the weight to stand. He pressed harder.

    “Come on, Quarterback. You got this,” he growled from behind while pressing harder into my ass. “Don’t let anything distract you,” he said as he pressed his cock harder in between my ass cheeks. “Up, up, up!”

    I pressed the weight up with a loud grunt, my face red and strained and as I stood to the top he said, “Now, squeeze that tight ass at the top of the squat,” he whispered. “Get it!”

    I squeezed my plump cheeks together at the top. I felt his bulge caught in between them like a nutcracker. I racked the weight and fell to my knees in exhaustion.

    He put his hands on my shoulders and squeezed. “Good boy. I knew you could do it.”

    Out of breath, “Thanks,” I reply panting. I stayed down, waiting for my cock to soften. After a few minutes, I stand up slowly and lean against the bar, looking at him in the mirror.

    He stands behind me and looks around the room, it’s empty. He put one hand on my ass and patted it. “I don’t blame Hector, Quarterback. I’d hit that too…hard,” he said, looking at me through the mirror with a very sultry, sexy expression on his handsome face. I must have looked scared or shocked or something. “If I were Hector,” he added with another pat on my ass. Oh, shit. I was getting hard again.

    “I got to piss,” I said as I run to the locker room. I enter an empty stall. I peel down my tights and my jock and grab my hard cock and jerked it until I came all over the stall door. I cleaned it up with toilet paper and opened the door. I was surprised to find he was standing on the other side, leaning against the wall.

    “Everything ok?” he asked, arms crossed, a grin on his face.

    “Yeah, fine.” I reply, trying to act natural. It’s hard to act natural when you have a hard dick stuffed into leggings.

    “Good. I want to kick off early today. I think you’ve had enough spotting…I mean, squatting.”

    What the fuck? I could feel myself blushing. “Uh, yeah. I’m ok with quitting early. My ass is killing me.”

    “Your ass is killing everyone, Quarterback,” he said slyly, and he turned towards the exit.

    I laughed nervously and followed him.

    He turned to me in the parking lot. “Sorry for what I said during the workout, about questioning me. I’m just still pissed off and I was being stupid. It won’t happen again,” he said before a nice tight bro hug.

    ***

    My phone buzzes that evening as I’m leaving work. It’s a text from Slade. My stomach flutters.

    Slade-HEY PICK YOU UP AT 9

    *Cant. I got a date

    Slade-CANCEL IT

    *Y?

    Slade-CUZ WE’RE GOING OUT TONIGHT

    *We went out last night

    Slade-WHO FUCKING CARES

    I stare at the phone. I find it difficult telling him no. Soon I was thinking about how much more fun I would have hanging out with him than her. She was just some bitch I met at a mixer the other night. I can break the date.

    *Are you doing to be a jerk again?

    Slade- STOP BEING A PUSSY BOY

    *That wasn’t an answer, prick

    Slade- I PROMISE I WONT

    *Fine

    Slade -GOOD BOY SEE YOU AT 9

    CHAPTER 2

    “Is that what you’re wearing?” Slade asks, pushing me back into my room.

    “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” I ask as I look down at my shirt.

    “Dude. No,” he states as he crosses to my closet and shaking his head.

    “Where are those jeans you got last week, the distressed ones?” he asks as he rummages through the drawers. “You know, he skinny ones I picked out?”

    “They strangled my junk, dude. Too tight.”

    “Here they are.” He throws them on my bed. “Put those on.”

    I sigh and roll my eyes as I take off the jeans I was wearing. Why do I always cave?

    He continues to rummage and toss things around in my closet. He’s bent over and I notice how amazing his ass looks in his tight jeans. Wow, those are tight jeans.

    “Ah, here,” he says and tosses me a t-shirt that hits me in the face. I grab it and hold it out.

    “No, man. This shirt is way too small. It was borderline too small when I bought it…before I got bigger.”

    “That’s the point. Quarterback. You work hard for this body. Show it off. Don’t be a prude. I haven’t made you do a million squats to NOT show off that ass,” he says with a pat on the shoulder. And that’s when I noticed his t-shirt was also way too tight. Not tight in a bad way. Tight in a sexy way. It molded to his pecs and his triceps. His shoulders were crazy hot. His waist flat and tiny. His back flared at the top and tapered down in a nice “V”.

    He looked at me standing in only my long boxer briefs. His brow furrows. “No. No, Quarterback. You can’t wear those with skinny jeans.”

    He goes through my drawers and finds a pair of light blue CK bikini briefs; spandex blend with a sliver waistband. “Remember, we bought these to wear with these jeans. Change.”

    “Oh my god, you’re so fucking picky. Where are we going?” I asked as I stripped down and slid the briefs on and then squeezed my muscular legs and ass into the tight jeans.

    “Wherever the night takes us!” he exclaims as he runs a few fingers through my short hair tying to style it.

    “Don’t you have a wife and kid at home?” I asked as I tried to slap his hands away from my head.

    “Nope! Wife is out with girlfriends and kid is staying with a buddy,” He replied, elated.

    “You know for a man your age, you sure don’t act like it,” I comment as I slide my belt on.

    He laughs. “That’s why I can hang out with a man your age.”

    He grabs my small t-shirt and throws it over my head and slides it down my torso. He yanks it down over my lats, down to my waist and smooths it out over my abs. “There. You look amazing. Let’s roll, Quarterback.”

    “Wait. Boots,” I say pointing down to my Doc Martins.

    He looks at me confused. “What?”

    “I can’t bend down in these tight ass jeans. Help me.”

    Slade rolls his eyes and pushes me back on my bed. He struggled with my boots, helped me up and we were off.

    ***

    After a couple of hours of bar hopping, low and behold, we end up at the same gay bar as last night.

    “Again?” I ask, looking at him out of the corner of my eye. “Dude, Hector’s probably inside.”

    “I don’t give a shit,” he sneered.

    “What are you up to?” I ask him suspiciously.

    “What? Do you not like free alcohol?” He grinned.

    I thought about it. Last night was fun even with all the shit that happened. I guess it wouldn’t hurt. Who doesn’t like free beer and being told you’re hot all night, even if it is from guys? If Hector is inside, I’ll just cross that bridge when I get to it.

    “Can’t say no to a free beer.” I patted him on the shoulder as we entered the bar. “Wait. Can we say you’re with ME tonight instead?” I ask as I put my arm over his shoulder.

    “Oh, no,” he scoffed. “You’re the bitch.”

    “Why am I always the bitch?” I slurred.

    “Because, you’re MY bitch,” he said with a gravelly, sultry voice.

    I rolled my eyes. “Thanks a lot. At least, wear a condom,” I say sarcastically.

    “Why? You can’t get pregnant,” he smirks as he grabs a hold of my hand again and drags me to the bar.

    ***

    Guys were hitting on us left and right. The free beers were rolling in. Slade was flirting up a storm with any hot dude who complimented him. I always just gave a polite “thanks” whenever a guy hit on me. I was getting trashed but still aware of the attention I was receiving in the tightly packed space. I was flattered but it’s not their approval I wanted. It was Slade’s.

    Then I saw trouble coming. Hector was back. He saw me and made a direct beeline. I was hoping he wouldn’t talk to me after last night, but I can see that he was on a mission. I had to admit though, Hector was looking hot and jacked with a heather gray, skintight t-shirt that read STANFORD across his broad chest and he wore tight, painted on jeans. I tried to remember what he looked like from last night, but it was a tiny bit fuzzy. I took in his small waist, bulging quads as he walked towards me. He had great traps on him making his neck thick and his shoulders look solid. The tight sleeves put his horseshoe shaped triceps on full display. He sported a red ball cap that drew my eyes to his square jaw. The bill was pulled down slightly causing a shadow over his chocolate eyes. He looked sexy as fuck and he wanted me. It made me aroused to think about how this gorgeous guy wanted me all to himself. I looked for Slade, but I didn’t see him. That was probably a good thing. Besides, he had probably found Taylor or something. That was an odd situation that I had to get to the bottom of but not tonight.

    “Hey, Decker, right? Couldn’t stay away from me?” He winked. My body melted. The fucker was so hot and confident. He held out his hand to shake. I looked around for Slade again but didn’t see him. I looked up at Hector and then down to his hand. Hector sighed and reached out, took my hand and shook it.

    “When a man offers you his hand, you best take it if you know what’s good for you,” he said in an almost threatening tone. I just nodded my head.

    He handed me his beer. I looked at it not knowing why he gave my HIS beer.

    He once again, looked at me with a dominating expression; his eyes stone cold, his square jaw clenched. He looked like he was disappointed.

    “When a man gives you his beer, you best drink it,” he said and then expressed a fake smile as if to reassure me he wasn’t being a dick, but he was.

    I nodded my head and then took a drink.

    He looked at me confused. “And what do we say to a man who just gave you his drink?”

    I swallowed hard and my stomach flipped. I suddenly felt the urge to please him and pissed off at the same time, that he would demean me.

    “Thank You.”

    He smiled. “Anything for you…Decker.”

    He took my shoulder and slowly turned me around in a circle. “Damn, frat boy. You paint those jeans on?”

    How did he know I was in a frat?

    “They feel like it. I could ask you the same thing,” I responded, gesturing to his jeans, a little bit of defiance in my tone. I was still a little pissed from last night.

    “Thanks for noticing, big man,” he said, staring into my eyes. “You must be a leg man.”

    I shook off the comment. “Slade picked out my clothes tonight. So, that’s the reason for the…tightness.” I said sounding frustrated.

    “I bet that’s not the only thing you have that’s tight,” he said with a cocky sneer as he reached back and patted my ass. “Your fake boyfriend has good taste. He likes showing you off. I would too if I was fucking an ass like this.”

    That’s it. That’s enough of that talk.

    “You’re kind of a douche, you know that?” I said, knowing that it would probably not be received well.

    He stared at me. No facial expression, just the electricity in his eyes.

    “Say that again, pretty boy,” he growled. “You’re big but I’ll take you down and show you what it means to be owned,” he threatened. It made me back down slightly which is not normal for me. I loved a good bar fight. My police record would reveal that.

    I backtracked quickly. “Dude, Hector, just chill. I’m not getting in any fights in a gay bar,” I assured him. I also didn’t want him to think I was a pussy and, of course, he could kick my ass up and down the street.

    He calmed and then smiled again. That smile was devious and full of ulterior motives.

    “You’re here alone, I see. Now, I wonder why a hot straight boy would come to a gay bar alone?” Hector grinned.

    “Slade’s around…somewhere,” I said with a quick glance around the crowd.

    “That asshole left you all alone, again? Didn’t he not learn anything from last night?”

    I smiled uncomfortably. I looked over the crowd. I spotted Slade surrounded by a small group of guys, one of which was Taylor, some feeling his biceps as he flexed for them. He was in his element; the center of attention.

    “He’s over there by the dart board talking to some guys,” I pointed.

    Hector stretched his neck up to look over the sea of men. I noticed his square jaw and his masculine profile as he looked up. “Taylor. Figures,” he comments under his breath. He then looks back to me and says, “He’s over there with those skinny twinks when he has a hot, jacked, beautiful man like you over here?” he questioned.

    “It’s not fucking like that. We’re straight,” I said pissed off.

    “It’s fucked up is what it is. If I were him, I’d never let that sweet ass out of my sight, straight or not.” Hector winked a deep brown eye at me. His light brown, smooth skin was vascular, and his shirt barely could contain his arms. He obviously shaved his body. The seams of his tight jeans struggled to hold in his monster quads.

    “Take a walk on the dark side, big guy. You might like it,” he flirted. He took some whiskey shots from a tray that was being passed to him from the bar. He handed me one and we drank the shots. He handed me another. And then another.

    Soon Hector was becoming very handsy but for some reason I didn’t stop him. His warm hands were attached to my ass and I could tell how powerful his hands were from his grip. He helped himself to my bubbled ass and didn’t apologize for it. I don’t know why I didn’t break his hand for touching me. Something about the brazenness of his actions and the unapologetic way he treated me made me warm and aroused.

    “Damn, baby,” Hector growled in my ear, “This is one beautiful fat ass.”

    “Squats. Lots of squats,” I replied with a drunken chuckle. I was turned on that he thought my ass was sexy.

    “I’s love to see you squat.”

    “Would you?” I flirted back.

    “Squat over my cock,” Hector whispered in my ear. His warm breath on my neck. He oozed masculinity, cocky masculinity.

    “You wish,” I retorted. I wasn’t sure I liked the image in my head of me squatting over his cock as I got ready to sit on it or if I was turned on by it because my heart was beating a hundred miles an hour. I began to sweat, and my mouth went dry.

    Over the next few minutes Hector was getting closer and closer, rubbing my lower back then down to my ass again. I could feel his breath on my neck again. I was two beers and four whiskey shots in by now. I was feeling it. Getting drunk makes me uninhibited and loose. Not much can bother me when I’m drunk. I’m a happy drunk and a horny one.

    “Sorry, straight boy, if I’m getting a little touchy feely. Can’t keep my hands off this amazing ass, big man.” He drew closer to my ear, “But then, you’re not complaining too much.”

    I flinched when I realized the hunky Latino was pushing his index finger against my asshole through my jeans. I squirmed away and laughed it off. ‘Uh uh, bro. Watch where you put that finger.” I slurred flirtatiously. I was also a little scared at the force his finger was pushing the stretch denim into my hole.

    I liked that he thought my ass was so hot. I think he knew it too. He began to be more forceful, more aggressive. He struggled to slide his hand down into the back of my tight skinny jeans, into my little briefs, his warm fingers rubbing my ass. I was frozen.

    Is this happening? Is this dude going to finger me? Why was I letting him do this to me? Nah, I’m just drunk. He wouldn’t try that here.

    His hard, round pecs were pressed against my arm, his cock pressed into my thigh. His muscles were rock hard. My adrenaline kicked up a notch and I lost my breath for a second as I felt his chest flex against my tricep. His finger grazed my hole. He was taking what he wanted. I respected that. He gently wiggled his finger on my bud. What the fuck? That feels so good! I decided to just let him play for a while. While he fingered the opening of my hole, I looked at Hector, my face serious, barely able to stand and he knew it. Dude was taking full advantage of me. Our eye contact was intense. His face became stern. His finger pushed in a little bit more.

    “Ah!” I exclaimed but quietly at the same time.

    “Oh yeah. Tight pussy,” he whispered seductively into my ear. I swallowed hard as the mix of alcohol and anal stimulation took over my better judgment.

    My ass tensed and I flinched again. I couldn’t stop staring at him as he slowly made me feel what he wanted. It was brazened and he loved my reaction which was to stand there stiff and shocked and let it happen. Me, six-two, built like a mountain, masculine and straight was letting another dude have his way with me. He was doing something to me that I’ve done to women hundreds of times. With glazed eyes, bloodshot, I continued to take in his dominance. Damn, this dude was stacked. I knew he could see I was scanning his ripped torso. I couldn’t help it. He was doing the same to me. He grabbed my bicep with his other hand and squeezed. He pulled his hand out of my pants. He took another shot glass of whiskey and dipped his finger in it. Staring into my eyes, he once again slid his hand into my pants and the wet finger found my hole. I felt his thick digit pop through and slowly slide in up to the first knuckle. My eyes exploded open; my lungs sucked in air with a loud gasp. My mouth wide open. A tingle shot up my spine. I stood there and just took it.

    Every time he pushed in, I raised onto my tip toes. The feeling shooting through me made me rock hard and I tried to stifle a moan. We were standing by a wall and there was a sea of men standing in front of us. No one was going to notice a hot guy fingering another guy.

    He placed his hand on the front of jeans, stroking and squeezing my hard cock. I closed my eyes and quietly said, “Fuuuuck.”

    “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll fuck you,” he said as he fingered me faster. He bit his bottom lip as he became more aggressive with my cock. Hector leaned into me.

    “You like me playing with your pussy?” Hector whispered.

    I didn’t answer. I was too involved with his finger hitting my prostate. I didn’t like him saying I had a pussy.

    “You want me to finger your pussy all night?” he said into my ear.

    I moaned quietly. I couldn’t help it.

    “That’s good, big man. I’m going to unload into your tight pussy tonight. You want that?”

    Between the fingering and the stroking of my cock, I was in ecstasy. I answered before I could think.

    “Uh huh,” I moaned and then I realized what I said. I opened my eyes and looked at him. Where was Slade?

    “Ditch your daddy. We’re leaving,” Hector said bluntly.

    “What?” I slurred, not quite knowing what was happening and enjoying the finger bang and hand job. I was so close to shooting and I really wanted this guy to take control.

    Hector sneered at me, his voice became forceful and deep. “You heard me.” Hector jiggled his finger in my hole. My eyes rolled back in my head as I gasped again.

    Hector sneered. “That’s it, bro. I’m going to put a baby in you by the end of the night,” he growled as he buried his finger as far as he could go.

    He squeezed my cock while stroking it. His finger went in deep and pressed on the little gland in my ass. That’s when my body stiffened, every muscle flexed as I shot a wet load of cum in my pants. A wet spot appeared on the front of my jeans. He pulled his finger out of my ass. His other hand slid into the front of my pants and pulled out a cum covered finger. He licked some jizz off his finger and then he pushed the same finger into my mouth and said, “Suck.” I did without hesitation. “Taste yourself,” he whispered.

    I moaned around his finger.

    “Now, I closed out your tab. Follow me. I don’t live too far away.”

    I was drunk but still knew that Slade was near by. “No, Hector. Slade’s here. He’s going to get mad.”

    Hector squeezed the back of my neck. Gently at first, massaging but then his grasp became tighter. “Listen you fucking cock-tease. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Trust me, I can take you. Personally, I enjoy the hard way. You think you can say no to me, but we both know you don’t want to. You want this just as much as I do. Fucking cooperate and I swear you will never forget this night. Alright, big guy?”

    Hector got a little more forceful, grabbed my forearm and tried to pull me away.

    I grabbed Hector’s hand that was holding my arm. I cocked my elbow up, fist tight and ready to strike. I was about to lay Hector out or die trying when out of nowhere a hand shoots out and grabs my arm.

    “He’s with me,” came a low roar from behind. Slade must have been watching me.

    Hector looked him up and down, sizing him up again like he did last night and then got in Slade’s face. “Nah, old man. He’s with me tonight. You’re not even paying attention to him. Left this sweet, sweet muscle pussy alone and out in the open? You had your chance. The confused straight boy is mine.”

    Hector took my arm and started to pull me away. I felt like a ragdoll being tossed around. I was too drunk to fight back.

    “I said, he’s with me!” Slade grabbed my other arm and pulled. “I’m always paying attention to him,” he growled as he pushed Hector back away. Slade also was drunk and slurring his words.

    I was between them, being pulled in two directions. Guys were stopping to watch. I yanked my arms away from the two brutes. I put my hand on Slade’s chest, my other hand on Hector’s chest keeping them apart. A slight tingle rang through me as I felt each of their heaving pillow-like chests under my hands. I wanted to squeeze.

    “Both of you can fuck off! Everything is ok.”

    “No, it’s not ok,” Slade said with droplets of spit hitting me in the face. “This guy thinks he can just fucking take what’s mine?” His eyes were seething as he stared down the young Hispanic stud.

    I turned to him. “Wait, yours?” I asked shocked. I know I had whiskey-brain, but I understood that comment just fine.

    Slade lashed forward, pointing a finger at Hector as I held him back. “If anyone will be fucking him tonight, it will be me, cocksucker!”

    Again, I’m shocked but, yet turned on. It must be the whiskey. Only whiskey could explain why I’d be excited at getting fucked.

    Hector sneers at him. “Oh, so, not so straight after all? Why would he let an old man like you fuck an ass like this when he can have all of this cock?” Hector pointed to his own crotch. “Besides, I don’t need boner pills like you do, old man,” Hector said as he smacked my ass.

    I turned to Hector and gave him a hostile look as I pushed him away. “Try that again, motherfucker. I dare you.” I growled with a fist cocked.

    Hector held his hands up in surrender in jest. He smiled, “Whoa, Cowboy. Calm down. I don’t want to hurt that pretty face. What did we talk about before?” he asked me.

    “Trust me, I don’t need pills,” Slade said with clenched teeth. “We do just fine, don’t we, QB?”

    I turned to Slade with deer-in-the-headlight eyes. “What the FUCK are you talking about, Slade?”

    Hector laughed. “Doesn’t matter. It’s too late for you. He’s made his decision.” Hector shrugged. “I’ve been knuckle-deep in his pussy for the last ten minutes with no complaints from him, old man,” Hector bragged with a cocky sneer.

    Slade shot a look at me. “What?” Then he looked down at my crotch and noticed the wet spot.

    My jaw dropped. I looked at Slade. “What?… No!… Huh?” I was speechless. I was trying to play stupid. I was also a terrible liar. I did let Hector mess around with my pussy…I mean my hole. Oh, geez. I didn’t even say anything either. I just let him do it.

    Slade, his bloodshot eyes pierced mine. He pointed his finger into my chest. “You let this douche-bag touch you?”

    I snapped my head around to Hector, “See? Told you, you were a douche.” He didn’t laugh.

    “DECKER!” Slade yelled.

    I flinched at the use of my real name. I stood back. “Wait. Ok, I think I’m too fucked up for this. I’m not sure what the fuck is happening right now and in fact, I feel a little sick.”

    I started to head for the restroom. Slade grabbed my bicep and held me in place. He pulled me into him until our noses were inches apart. I could smell him. His breath was laced with beer, his eyes were watery. His clean-shaven square jaw was clenched.

    “No!” he growled. “Don’t be a little bitch.”

    “No? What do you mean, no?” I asked.

    Slow and deliberate he says, “Did. You. Let. Him. Touch. YOU?” His face was red. His jaw still clenched. He was visibly trembling. I didn’t know whether to be scared or turned on. I was afraid he would hit me.

    “Yes. I mean no! I… uh…maybe? Dude, I’m really fucked up right now. Can we just go, please?” I pleaded.

    Hector stepped forward and took my hand and began leading me away towards the door. “I’ll take care of him. Why don’t you go on home and I’ll make sure I feed him breakfast after I load up his gut. He’ll be eating for two.” I staggered behind Hector as I was being pulled with great force. What the fuck? What is going on? I’m never drinking this much again.

    Slade scowled at Hector. His face turning redder, veins popping out on his forehead. He followed us and grabbed my other hand and held it in his own. I felt like I was being torn apart like a wishbone, AGAIN. I thought fists were going to start flying. I’m watching them exchange jabs and talking about who was going to be fucking me tonight and I am in disbelief that this is even happening. It was hot to have these two hot alpha guys fight over me. It was even hotter to hear him talk about our sex life like it was a real thing. Apparently, I’m a slutty muscle-bottom who likes it hard and rough?

    “Tell him how I fuck you!” Slade turned and said to me.

    I looked at him confused. “Tell him what?”

    “Tell this meat-head how much you like it when I fuck you!”

    Whoa! What the fuck is going on here? I pull away from Hector and turn to my protector, almost falling over in the process. Alcohol still has control over my motor functions.

    I pull Slade aside, “Dude? What the fuck are you doing? You can stop with the role play bullshit. The guy is an asshole.” I stopped for a moment; my head starts spinning. “I feel like shit. Let’s just leave,” I plead. I put my hands on his shoulders and lean into him. I put my head on his shoulder. “Let’s go, man. I’m trashed.”

    “NO!” He yells. “He can’t come in here and take what’s mine!”

    “I’m not letting him take me.”

    “Don’t care,” he spat as he talked. “I’ll fucking kill him if he touches you again,” he directs his words to Hector. Then he became still. He slowly turns back to me. “What the fuck are you thinking letting another dude touch you?”

    “Ok, I think you are taking this fake boyfriend thing a little too far,” I said with a fake smile.

    “What did he do to you?” Slade asked, seething.

    “Nothing much, “Hector chimed in. “I just fingered his pussy.”

    Slade gripped my bicep hard, “FUCK! What were you fucking thinking? You let an asshole like him defile you like that? After all I’ve done for you? This is how you repay me? Giving up your ass to any jacked-up muscle-head that comes along?” His grip got tighter and he gave a slight jerk to my arm for emphasis.

    Hector laughed. “Yeah. He did.”

    “What?!” I yelled. “NO! I’m not fucking queer!” I got in Slade’s face. ”Let me go before I clock you,” I growl.

    “You were going to let him cum inside you. Weren’t you?” Slade accused me.

    I was about to answer then I stopped. I suddenly remembered the feeling of Hector’s finger and how it felt banging in and out of my hole. Slade knew what I was thinking.

    “So, is that what you want?” Slade asked. “A guy who just uses you as a cumdump? Is that it? Huh?” He gives me a small slap on my face. “Because I’ll fucking use you like a cumdump if that’s what it takes,” he spit as he railed on and on. He jabbed his finger into my chest again. “You want your hole full of my cum? Because, you know, QB, that’s what’s going to happen anyway.” He almost sounded like he was blubbering.

    I must have looked like a complete idiot standing there frozen to the spot, speechless. Watching for some sign of a punchline, that this is all a joke. I looked around at the two muscle gods in front of me. I just shook my head, my confused brain whirling.

    I remained frozen to the spot. We had just had a major revelation, Slade and me. The world stopped. Slade’s face was angry, eyes watery, bottom lip quivering.

    “You know, it’s a good thing you’re pretty because you are so fucking stupid,” he said sternly.

    “What did you say?” I stepped forward.

    “You heard me. You have no fuckin clue. About anything!” he yelled.

    “Slade, you told me you wouldn’t be a jerk tonight,” I reminded him.

    “DECKER!” Slade yelled. “Open your fucking eyes!”

    “This is fucking bullshit. I’m leaving with or without you.” I jerked my arm away from him.

    “Wait!” he shouted.

    I turned. “WHAT?”

    He stared into my eyes. He looked towards Hector and then back to me. “I’m the only guy who fucks you,” he states, his eyes bloodshot. His jaw is clenched. “You’re mine…and you know it! Decker, you know that, right?” Slade looked at me waiting for something. I shook my head.

    I didn’t know what to say or how to react. Of course, I’m not stupid. I know Slade just basically confessed his love or lust or something for me. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? Of course, I knew he turned me the fuck on. Hector turned me on too and if Slade hadn’t swooped in maybe I would have my ass filled with Latino cock right now. Hector was just pure sexual energy whereas Slade was all that and more. There’s no way Hector could compare to anything that Slade could do to me. With Slade, there was a connection. With Hector, there was just fucking.

    “Fuck it! Just fucking leave with him. It’s what you want.” Take my silence for rejection, Slade pushes me away and heads toward the bathroom.

    Hector steps over to me. “Alright, Decker. Looks like you’re with me,” Hector says as he takes my elbow. “Trust me. You’re making the better choice.”

    I jerk away from him. “Looks to me like you’re not giving me a choice.”

    “It was never your choice. You know it,” Hector says with confidence.

    “Hector, no. It’s not happening. Since we’re being honest, you are hot as fuck.”

    Hector grins. “About fucking time you said it.”

    “But it’s not happening. And if you keep this up, I will fucking punch you in the throat,” I say getting in his face. “You’ll wipe the floor with me but at least I will have got in one good shot.”

    “Whatever dude. If you want that old man dick in your pussy than fine with me. You’ll be back. They always come back.” And he walked away.

    A few seconds later, Slade came out of the bathroom and grabbed my hand. He pulled me onto the dance floor.

    “What are you doing?” I asked as he led me around.

    “We’re dancing,” he grumbled. He pulled me to the middle of the floor through the maze of hot, sweaty, half naked men.

    “I’m not fucking dancing! Let’s get out of here. I’m done with you tonight, dude,” I say frustrated and exhausted.

    He whips off his tight shirt and then grabs mine as I’m walking away. He yanks me back and pulls mine over my head. I stop in my tracks and take in that amazing body. Wow. Damn. Why do I get this way around him? I’m not gay. He’s not gay. Is he? Confusion coursed through my head.

    He pulled me in closer and began dancing. Damn, he’s a fucking great dancer. Every muscle flexing as he moves his body, gyrating and thrusting. He smiles at me. I laugh at him, not sure what is happening or what I should do.

    He pulls me closer, face to face. His eyes piercing mine. His hands roam up my biceps to my shoulders. I hypnotically move closer, nose to nose. His sky-blue eyes are like mirrors, hypnotizing me. I find my hands settling on his waist. Do I want to kiss him? I don’t know what I’m doing but I want to kiss him. Nope. I can’t. I can’t do this. I cannot fucking do this.

    But before I can pull away, his hand is on the back of my head and he pulls me in and plants his lips on mine. I close my eyes and then open them, hoping this is all a bad dream. But it’s not. He pushes me back. We just stare at each other for what seems like minutes. His eyes are telling me to keep going. He wants this. I want this. I want him. Our lips crash back together and suddenly we can’t get enough of each other. His tongue invades my throat. I suck on it as we feverishly kiss. Our hands are moving over our sweaty muscular bodies, finally getting to touch what we’ve both longed for, for months. We make out for song after song. Both rock hard.

    He moves around behind me, spoons me and I can feel his hard cock encased in his tight jeans pressing into my ass. He holds me around the waist and hugs me tight as he thrusts against me. He pulls my head back against his shoulder, turns my head and kisses me. He’s so forceful, so powerful, so dominate. I fucking want him. I want him in the worst way. I already know what he wants from me. What do I want from him? I want to please him. I want him to take pleasure from my body. I want to do anything he wants me to do so he can get off and be satisfied and satiated. I feel him thrust his cock against my ass again as he grunts into my ear.

    His hand slides down into my underwear and I feel his fingertip on my hole. “Mine,” He grunts.

    My heart drops into my stomach. I lay my head back on his shoulder and turn my head towards him.

    “Anything you want, Slade.” I’m panting. I gave in. I said the words. I wanted nothing but to be with him. And I wanted him inside me.

    He spins me around and kisses me again. He looks at me and presses his forehead to mine.

    “You’re going to fuck me, aren’t you?” I whisper.

    “Yes.”

    He calms, our foreheads touching. Sweat rolling down our faces. My cock is aching so much it hurts. I reach down and feel his cock, stroke it. It’s thick. We’re both breathing hard.

    “So, I guess I AM with you tonight.”

    “You always have been, Quarterback.”


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  • Cushing Tailors

    Lord Burleigh was bored. He was lunching at his club with two aged gentleman and the conversation was quite tedious. Across the way, he noticed two dashing young chaps at another table. “Oh! To have a go at them!” thought Thomas. After that lusty weekend, the thought of shagging those of his class had become a preoccupation. However, Arthur was on holiday in Italy. At the end of the meal while sipping port, a wild idea came to Thomas. He said farewell to the elderly bores.

    “Ah! This will do nicely. Kindly, wrap it up” said Thomas to the clerk at Swithin’s Curiosity Shop.

    “Lord Burleigh, your proposal is rather unusual, but we pride ourselves on offering unusual experiences…” said Mr. Cushing.

    At just the age of 30, the handsome dark-haired Martin Stanhope was on the rise as a leading barrister. Though just of medium height, his presence filled a courtroom. With his winning manner, dramatic deep voice and animated facial expressions he commanded attention while arguing cases. Despite professional success and a solid homelife via marriage to a high born woman, and with two lovely children, he had perverse cravings that caused him inner torment. A trusted colleague discreetly informed him of the services that Cushing Tailors provided.

    “Good afternoon, Mr. Stanhope. If you would follow me” said Mr. Cushing, pocketing the envelope he was handed. He led Martin down the hallway, opened a door and Martin went into a room and Mr. Cushing closed the door.

    There stood Thomas in all his glory. Except for black boots and the black and gold Venetian mask he had purchased at Swithin’s covering his face, he was nude. The combination of the mask’s long beak and his stupendous hard prick endowed him with the obscene visage of a demented giant rooster ready to defile a hen.

    “Get on your fucking knees you sick bastard and pleasure me!” he roared at Martin. As if punched in the gut, Martin winced, being taken aback by the brute’s forcefulness. He rapidly complied and was on the floor, mouth wide open and took in Thomas’ prick. He had rarely given in to his urges and was somewhat tentative in his technique.

    “Faster, you worthless ponce!” yelled Thomas. “This is the finest prick in London, you git! Treat it like it deserves to be treated.” He grabbed Martin’s head and began fucking his face. “That’s it! All the way! Much better! Do my balls, you sod.” Martin did as he was commanded and was suckling Thomas’ warm fleshy sack. “The justices at the Old Bailey would get enjoyment at this sight!” wickedly laughed Thomas. “Damn!” thought Martin, ‘This hooligan knows who I am!’” Instead of anger, this knowledge incited even more longings in him.

    “Well! You done good after all!” Thomas said, indicating his roaring prick, gleaming with Martin’s spittle. “Will there be anything else?”

    “Uh, yes” said Martin.

    “What might that be?”

    “I think you know.”

    “You’re used to showing off in court. Say it!”

    “Fuck me” stammered Martin.

    “That’s not good enough.”

    “Please, fuck me.”

    “Address me as I am entitled to be.”

    “Please, fuck me sir.”

    “Well! Now that you know your place, get your clothes off you pathetic swine and bend over.”

    Martin hurriedly removed his garments and now naked, got in position on the sofa. “What a fine arse!” said Thomas before he spat in it. After lubricating his prick, he slowly penetrated Martin, who was yelping. “There we are!” said Thomas as he began pounding Martin’s hole. In short time, Martin gasped as his prick fired off a blast of spunk. Thomas withdrew. “We’re done.” Martin gathered up his clothes, reached into his pocket and handed Thomas a pound note and left.

    Laurence Dowdy, was a slight blonde young man of 18. Down from Cambridge, he was staying with his parents. He’d been referred to Cushing’s by a close schoolmate after Laurence confessed the secret feelings he had.

    “Good afternoon, Master Laurence” said Mr. Cushing. “Ah, yes good afternoon” shyly said the blushing Laurence as he handed Mr. Cushing an envelope. “Right this way” said Mr. Cushing as he led Laurence through the hallway, opened the door and closing it after Laurence entered.

    “Is this your first time with a man, boy?” said Thomas sitting, his legs spread in a red velvet chair, wearing his mask and little else.

    “Yes, sir” nervously nodded Laurence, noticing Thomas’ gigantic hardon.

    “Don’t worry, my lad. I’ll take good care of you and make you the Nancy boy you were meant to be. Get over here and sit before me.” Laurence did as he was told and was between Thomas’ loins. “Cup my balls and wank my prick with your other hand.” Laurence felt like he holding a weight and as he wanked Thomas, the feeling of the warm pulsing flesh was overwhelming, and his own modest prick became solid.  

    “Now, put it in your mouth.” Laurence opened wide and did, and was overcome with excitement, tasting the searing flesh and it’s salty secretions. “Oh, don’t you look lovely! Jolly good! Get cracking with your lips and tongue.” With tears streaming down his face, Laurence was soon getting acclimated to performing this intimate act and becoming more proficient at it as evidenced by Thomas’ sighs and the increasing amount of juice expended by his prick and which Laurence developed a taste for, lapping it up.

    “That will be enough. Take of your clothes.” Laurence undressed and Thomas noticed his decent erection. “Turn around. Oh, what a fine bum you have! Would you like me to fuck you, boy?” “Oh yes, please sir” moaned Laurence. “I am honored to be the first of no doubt many to have that pleasure. Get on the sofa and raise that beautiful arse!”

    Laurence was now laid out, on his hands and knees with his bottom in proper position. Thomas handed him a riding crop. “Bite down on that, it will help.” Thomas spat on Laurence’s arse, readied his prick and slowly entered Laurence. The boy was writhing in agony as his insides struggled to accommodate Thomas’ girth and length. After admittance was achieved, Thomas began the procedure with gusto. Soon, like all of his sort, Laurence was awakened to and savoring the profound physical and emotional delights of being taken by a man. The pain throughout his lower body was replaced by great joy. The momentum of Thomas’ prick elicited unknown sensations within Laurence, that was capped by his jubilant grunts and then his shattering climax caused from such a grand fucking.

    “That went off rather well, don’t you think?” chuckled Thomas.

    “Smashing!” sighed Laurence collecting his clothes and handing Thomas a pound note. “Make a left, Stephen will see that you’re tidied up.” “Good day and thank you, sir.”

    “Bloody Hell!” thought the masked Thomas when his next client walked in. The very attractive and charming 22-year-old Simon Motley was his younger brother! The two had never been close. As the eldest son, Thomas was charged with great responsibilities, especially since the death of their father. Simon had been spoiled by their mother and left to his own devices, which obviously included sojourns to male bordellos. “Why not?” thought Thomas.

    “Oh, I was expecting Aiden” said Simon.

    “He’s indisposed and I’ve been attending to his customers. I can guarantee satisfaction.”

    “Oh, I can see I shall be satisfied!” said Simon gazing at Thomas’ prick. He raced over, descended and was royally slurping on it to Thomas’ amazement and delight. Simon’s tongue and hands were all Thomas’ genetalia with expertise that caused tremendous arousal. Sensing this, Simon confidentially rose, undressed and lay on the couch, presenting his pink hole that was framed by two perfectly shaped round cheeks. 

    After requisite spitting, Thomas shoved his prick into Simon. Clearly, Simon was practiced at being buggered as there was no resistance or pain, just wanton desire. The atmosphere was electric as the two brothers fucked. Simon vocally and physically exploded as his brother’s thrusts brought him to climax. Thomas pulled out, wiped his prick with a cloth, and placed it before the still reclining Simon’s face. “Finish me.” Simon had Thomas’ prick back in his mouth and after more oral stimulation, was swallowing his overjoyed brother’s spunk.

    “Excellent” said Simon, collecting his clothes and handing Thomas a one pound note. “I hope to see you again” Simon said as he left.

    After a good hot bath, Thomas dressed. Mr. Cushing handed him his cut. This along with the three pounds, were apart from gambling winnings the first money he had ever earned on his own which caused him to smile. He got home, dressed for the evening and met his wife for dinner at Simpson’s, and then it was on to the theatre.


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  • Chinese Takeout

    [Note: This story is unusually short because it was written to an exercise with a limited maximum word requirement.]


    “I don’t know what I should get.” Looking at the old Chinese woman at the carryout counter, with the order pad and a pen at the ready wasn’t giving me the answer. “The House Triple Delight or the Sizzling Beef and Scallops maybe?” She gave a slight smile. Either she approved or knew I’d picked out two of the more expensive dinners.

    I turned my head enough to see the good-looking Asian guy in my peripheral vision. I read the specialty names off the menu again, slowly, and watched him. He gave me the nod.

    “The Sizzling Beef and Scallops then, I think,” I said, giving the woman at the Ming Dynasty takeout restaurant the order. “And two egg rolls, please,” I added. The Asian guy nodded and gave a slight smile. The two other patrons in the restaurant were Asian too, either ordering or picking up. I guessed I’d come to a good takeout if Asians ordered here. The place had been across town from where I lived. I’d never used this one before.

    “Twenty minutes,” the woman behind the counter said, as she turned and schlepped off in her flip-flops to the line of kitchen counters running right behind her. A cook, another Asian, took the order. Both cooks looked Chinese. A very good sign.

    “Fine, I’ll be back.” I said.

    I left and walked around the corner to an all-night convenience store I’d seen when I was looking for a parking place. I stood in front of the refrigerator section, looking at a bank of iced beer six packs. Putting my hand in the case, I touched a pack of Coors and looked down the aisle. The same Asian guy was there who I’d just seen in the Chinese takeout. He just looked at me, but I saw a slight nod when I moved my hand to the Budweiser.

    Fifteen minutes later, having put two six-packs of Budweiser in the car, I was back at the Chinese takeout and my order was ready. I’d parallel parked across the street from the restaurant and took the street crossing slow, looking both ways. It was after 9:00 p.m., and it was obvious they rolled up the sidewalk in this part of town much earlier in the evening. I gave the street a good look up and down when I was pulling out of the parking spot and drove a little slower than usual home. It was only a twelve-minute drive—I lived in a small, dull town where I had to drum up my own adventure. I’d made quite clear I drove a red Mustang, having stashed the beer there and all before returning to the Chinese carryout. There wasn’t much of a chance of misunderstanding what car I was driving in.

    * * * *

    The Chinese guy called himself John. I took that with a packet of salt. They always said their name was John, even when I was the john, which wasn’t my name either. He gave a superior blow job, though. In the bedroom, I lay on the bed on my back and he worked his way down: lips, throat, stopping to nip at my nubs, on down my sternum, belly, and into the thatch. He took time to kiss and lick my inner thighs before taking my balls in his cheek and humming to my lyrics of “Oh, shit. Fuck, yes.” When I was hard and throbbing, he deep-throated me. Clutching and squeezing my butt cheeks, he held me close, his captive, as he went down on my cock, sucking my bulb and flicking the piss slit with his tongue before sliding his lips down the shaft. I came quickly, yodeling my satisfaction.

    He did a professional job on me. But then he was a professional. He was the best I’d had from this service. I wondered if the nationality made it special. Maybe so. It was exotic.

    After we’d rested a bit he straddled my pelvis, slid his channel down on my cock, which he’d worked up again in a lubricated hand job, and rode me in a cowboy, giving me a view of his slim back and clutching butt cheeks, split by my shaft, as he palmed my knees and rose and fell on me.

    Before either of us came, I took control back, rolling over and putting him under me, running my hands down his inner thighs to coax his legs open, which he accommodated with a low, guttural laugh and a string of what I took to be some coarse Chinese dialect.

    “Say it in English,” I murmured. “It sounded dirty. I want to hear it.”

    “I said, put it in me, big boy. Fuck me hard.”

    So, I did, putting him in a missionary, with his heels rubbing the back of my calves and his fingers digging into my shoulder blades. I took my time, getting my money’s worth, giving him all of it, and fucking him hard, deep, and long. Afterward, exhausted, I slept.

    He was sitting at the kitchen counter, smoking, just in his briefs, when I came out of the bedroom. The food cartons and beer cans were on the dining table. There, of course, had been four times what we could eat in the boxes advertised for two. The food was great, but I hadn’t thought to stash it in the frig before we got frisky, so what was left would have to be trashed. Our clothes were strewn between there and the sofa, where I’d first fucked him.

    “So, will you call me for takeout again sometime?” he asked, with a small smile.

    “You betcha,” I answered.


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  • Seducing Marko and Breeding Him All Night Long

    “Oh God that Bloody Knob Heads coming in again” Carnell said with a loud sigh to his work Supervisor Chereece. “Whose that then she asked?” “Oh fucking Marko, he is one of our more annoying rude clients, that I have encounter for long time, who really is a ignorant royal pain in in butt.” “He really pissed me off last time he came in, as he was really rude and aggressive.” “Well he is here to address his anger management issues remember” she laughed.

     

    Carnell was a 38 year old British Afro Caribbean Man who was tall, with a broad build and swam twice a week to keep fit toned. Today he was wearing a fitted shirt and a pair of tight fitted green trousers which showed off his Phat Rump with each buttock moving independently of each other and he knew this was his best asset. He was a fun bloke who got on well with all of his colleagues and his family and was fairly easy going, unless he was riled up and he could be quite sharp when pushed. He had worked at this Clinic for Behaviours for 3 years, running Anger Management and other Groups and One to One courses.

     

    He had encountered Marko a few weeks ago who was aged 27 and was the same height as Carnell. He was from Estonia and was fairly slim with rough cut brown hair, with scraggy beard and look almost Scandinavian. Their first appointment needless to say did not go well and Carnell was going to terminate the meeting but gritted his teeth and manage to complete it. Now one of his colleagues who had been handed the case was ill and he had to take his appointment today and was not best pleased as he had planned to go out drinking that evening with his mates and he had to cancel it ,so he was extra vexed at having to see this stupid ignorant git.

    Reception called him to come to his appointment and Carnell made his way to reception and heard a commotion before he got there and found Marko kicking off. “For fuck Sake” he thought and went to collect the man him and glared at him, saying “Hello come with me please” and instantly Marko quieten down. They went to one on the smaller private work rooms and Carnell introduced himself again and asked him what the issue was.

     

    “Nothing was the muted response” and he appeared to be sulking. “Oh Bloody Hell, this guy is something else” he thought to himself. He thought “be professionally, just be professional with this asshole.” he repeated this several times to himself as he felt his temper rising “this bloody idiot” he said to himself. He explained what was going to happen today and there was some resistance at first. However as he was good at his job and explaining the process the initial resistance was diminished and soon after that, they were laughing and joking like two old friends. 

     

    Today Marko was wearing a Blue Jogging Bottoms, a Sports Top and when he raised his arms Carnell noticed instantly that he was wearing a White T Shirt and Grey Undershorts and his Reddish Brown treasure trail ran tantalizingly down to his crotch area. Carnell was memorized and was suddenly turned on and drifted off thinking ” Hot Estonian Guy, I could strip you off right now and lick you all over.” “Fuck I’m Horny and what the hell’s going on, he’s OK but I was not attracted to him at all before today and right now, all I want to do is rip his fucking clothes off and make love to him all night long .

    “Marko was still talking and his English was excellent with a foreign tint to it, which was endearing. Carnell tore his gaze away from Marko’s thin lips and angular face with his reddish brown beard covering it and felt himself wanting to pull the man over the desk and snog the face off him, before fucking him all over the small room, on the desk and against the door. He pictured his large dick head kissing the guys tight hairy pouty anal lips and sinking his dick right in, until he bottomed out deep inside him and his black balls were slapping against Marko’s pasty white ass as he both gently then savagely ass fucked him giving him many anal orgasms.

    He heard him say, “Hey what was you saying earlier?” Sorry Mate I cant remember” and he looked at his notes and came back too and carried on where he was at before. The Session soon finished and he said his goodbyes. As Marko was walking out the door Carnell blurted out “Ere what are you up to tonight?” “Nothing.” “Do you fancy a Cheeky Beer?” “Yeah why not” “OK meet me in the …” and he gave him name of nearby pub and said “order me a pint of Stella and I will be there in 10 minutes OK.” “OK Sure.” 

     

    Carnell said to himself “What the fuck am I doing, going for drinks with a client this is mad,” but he was thinking with the wrong head which was now semi erect and he brush his hand on it causing it to rise further and pushed out any reasoning right from is mind and keep on imagining about being inside Markos Tight Estonian Hairy Asshole breeding him all night.” “Oh what on earth am I doing” he said panicking. Luckily everybody had left for the evening and he quickly put his stuff away and picked his bag up and left the centre.

     

    An hour later after couple of cheeky pints of beer, he and Marko were laughing away like old mates and were talking about their upbringing. Marko described his home showing videos and pictures of a quaint small town on the Coast and Carnell whose Parents were from Jamaica and Puerto Rica, had both moved to the England where he was born. He and Marko realized that although they were so different, in some ways they were very similar liking the same things. 

     

    “Marko I could get in trouble for seeing you like this, as its not allowed.” he said. “Relax Man we are having fun, so don’t worry, be happy and chill out as they say here”and they continues to have a good fun evening. Talk soon turn to Partners and Carnell asked him ‘if he had a girlfriend?” “No we broke up a while ago.” “You?” “No one special at the moment “and he looked directly into Marko’s eyes and smiled and licked his lips. He started to ask him more and more intimate questions and the Estonian guy started to blush and was embarrassed at this line of questioning.

    “Sorry Pal” the older guy said to him, “its the job I ask way too many questions like a Copper/Policeman really” and then asked few more direct questions like what Marko like to have to done to him in bed which he thought was strange another man asking him question like, “did he like having his dick and balls sucked and had he ever been rimmed before?” “What’s that?” he asked and his eyes opened as big as saucers when he realized it meant a women eating a man hairy man ass out,” 

     

    “Man that’s how they say is well freaky.” “Yes it is ” and Carnell stuck his tongue out a stimulated eating an asshole out and made up some story about some woman eating him out a year ago and his returning the favour. What he did not say was that he was an ass eating expert and could bring am man off in a few minutes by teasing and tantalizing his ass cunt with his thick juicy cock sucking and ass eating lips and tongue and always receive compliments on his ass eating techniques.

     

    “No Way” ” Yeah man.” “How was it so great and I came twice” he laughed. They carried on with this line of talk and Marko was semi hard which surprised him. What was it about this guy that made him so relaxed and he able to talk to this older black man about anything. He was alone in this country with no family, having broken up with his girlfriend a while ago and kept on getting drunk and getting into fights hence his having to attend an Anger Management Course which brought then together.

    At 10pm Carnell said “I gotta go I’m tired, come home with me?” “Are you sure? “Yeah Yeah come on and we can carry on the evening back at mine.” “Sure OK ” and they went off and caught a bus back to his flat.” Come in do you want something to eat.?” “Yes I am hungry “and they ate some traditional Caribbean food which Marko loved and had another beer and relaxed for a bit talking some more. “Nice place” he said “Oh I been here for ages I have 3 Bedrooms, lets take a tour” and they did. Marko was impressed. “What about your place?” “Well I live in one room which is OK, but not as nice as this though.”

     

    They walked back into the sitting room and Carnell took his hand and said” Eh can I kiss you Estonian Man?” Marko looked shocked and sputtered “What no way man I am not “and before he could finish he found himself being hugged and kissed and the Black Guys large lips were glued to his thinner lips and his hands were inside his T-shirt running up and down his back and hairy stomach. “Hey he protested and was let go of slightly and the lust and naked desire in the older guys face make the younger guy blush and he did not know what to do, as he never suspected Carnell liked him that way and suddenly he sobered up instantly. 

     

    He was angry not raging red mad but and Carnell apologies. “So you have been nice to me to get me into bed, you Queer Black Cunt, I’m not gay!” he snarled clenching his fists. “No White Boy, to be fair I couldn’t stand you when we first met, as your were a rude little Twat to me, but tonight in our lesson I fell for you sorry man.” ” Besides your a hot fucking skinny White man and this” he said pointing to his protruding erection “wants to be inside you as soon as.” “Marko Man sorry but you are one hot straight man and Damn I want you so bad I even am risking my employment being here with you in my home as well as in the pub” and he looked at him with naked desire and smiled sheepishly at him. 

    Marko looked at him with contempt feeling indignant that he had been duped by this man who he actually like and started raising his voice stating “No Fucking Way Man, I love women and am straight.” “Yeah I know” was the muted disappointed response. “Sorry Pal I just thought we could have some fun, no strings attached like and you are hot.” “I love your look and presence and company, your beard is hot, your slim hairy body is gorgeous and fuck your smile is so nice” and he laugh “oh man he gushed.” “What are you laughing at me” Marko demanded. “Laughing at you I want you fool, you make me feel so god damn happy.” “Why you don’t know me?” “You just do mate I don’t know why you just do!”

     

    “You said you want me ‘No Strings Attached’ what do you mean?” ” Just that we could have Man on Man Sex and a laugh and no more, Marko I am not asking you to move in or marry me mate.” Oh OK I understand what No Strings Attached means. He still appeared Dazed and Confused and had sobered up now and said “OK” give me minute to think and let me used the bathroom. “Its through there” and he went into it and washed his face and started at himself in the mirror. He wanted to kick this Cheeky Black Bastard’s head in, but did not want to get into trouble again and “the way he looked at me with such desire this is wrong on so many levels as we are both men!”

    What am I going to do” he said to himself as his conservative religious upbringing, forbade him from having sex with another man. However it was ages since he felt wanted and “what harm could it do” he said to himself and I don’t want to go home to my lonely room after having such a wonderful evening.” After 5 minutes he came back in to the sitting room looked at the black guy sitting there, who was chewing his full lips with worry looking apprehensive. 

    “Come Here Man” he said and Carnell rose and started touching him gently and said “relax, look at me I won’t bite” and he laughed nervously not wanting to scared Marko off. Soon his big hands were manipulating Marko’s flat ass, which was fairly hairy and muscular, with a hot pulsating centre and he muttered “it’s just a bit of fun yeah.” He lead him to the bedroom and both were naked and lying entwined on the bed in seconds.

    They laid next to each other, Marko was really shy and unsure what to do and Carnell was experience and soon showed him what to do and his big bod was lying on top of the slim Estonian full length. He was kissing his way up and down his body making him shiver with anticipation and had engulfed the slimmers guys 7 inch erection. He was swallowing and tonguing his tasty prick and it was soon hitting his oesophagus and the sensitive cock head was massaged by his strong throat muscles. His thick lips were pressed against Marko curly pubes who was astounded as no woman had ever made him feel this way. 

    He gasped “I will cum soon” and he was panicking as he never came this quick but this man had a magic throat and Carnell prided himself on giving excellent blow jobs. Just as he was about to Cum in his cock sucking mouth, it was removed and his legs were pushed up and out and his hands were guided behind his knees so that his ass hole was exposed and his buttocks were chewed and bitten softly and then he was eaten out. “Nobody ate man ass as well as me”said he black man said to himself and he rimmed and tongued Marko’s tart tasting ass and the sensation was too much for the guy and he was yelling “Fuck Fuck Fuck “and pulling Carnell’s head and mouth deeper into his quivering ass snatch. 

     

    “Damnnnnnn “he said in his native tongue, “Fuck me this is so damn good this is like nothing I have experienced” and he as talking in gibberish and crying as the pleasure was too much for him. “Are you OK?” Carnell ask him. “Yes Yes this is so good my friend” and he pulled Carnell’s head right into him and his dick exploded with his first orgasm of the night and Carnell gobbled up every single drop. “How was it ?”he asked “fantastic great” was the panted response. 

     

    Carnell said “I gotta visit the bathroom” and he left to rinse his mouth out expecting Marko to make his excuse and go, but he was still in bed and smiled shyly and pulled him down and made out for ages swallowing tongues. His facial hair tickled the guys smooth shaven face. He found himself under the Black guy and guided his fingers to his moist sweaty asshole and nodded shyly and blushed. The man fingered him gently so that his tight bud was opened up like a flower and soon he had 3 fingers deep inside the Estonian who now blushed from his belly button to his head and was biting his lips trying not to groan as well as ejaculate to soon and the prostrate hitting was too much for a straight guy who was use to putting his dick in his previous girlfriends and Bang Bang Bang and off he popped before rolling of them and falling fast asleep within seconds of dismounting her.

     

    “Let me in” Carnell said sucking the younger guys lips and tongue inside his and positioning his dick at the moist pouting open entrance of Marko’s hot ass. The heat emulating from him was enticing and he made him grease his 9 inch thick dick. Markos hand was gripping him wanking him with firm grip and and looking directly into his eyes. Carnells’ big cock head was positioned at hot kissing ass entrance and he guided him into himself Marko cried with pain as he tensed up and he pushed the black guys thick hips away from him and out of him saying “give me a minute please.”

     

    A few minutes later Carnell was guided in again and inched in and out so that the Estonians rectum was loosen and with some perseverance, he found himself right inside his hot tight hole. Marko was crying with and locked his head next to his and whispered “slow please don’t burst my ass man.” “I won’t “Carnell whispered and found his lips and for the next hour, he slow fucked Marko’s tight Estonian ass pussy while his own phat ass was gripped and squeezed hard and pulled further into the guys spasming cunt.

    He came fairly quickly, as the guys tight ass pussy was too fucking much, but he carried on fucking him and lasted for ages before cumming again, flooding the guys back passage, so that his excessive load leaked out of him. Marko was wild in bed and after he came twice, he still could not get enough of the black man thick dick in his rectum him and pulled him in deeper and said in tone that meant business in that endearing accent of his, “Do me you Black Big Dick Cunt Do Me” and was penetrated deeper for another hour and he screamed and cried with passion.

    He was rolled on top of the man and bounced himself like he was riding a horse and laughing as he felt in control and could see that he only needed to rock his hips and grip the large dick with is squeezing pulsating rectum taking him as deep as he could within his colon and the older guy was soon going to lose another load within his greedy hot hole. He did this for 10 minutes so that the battle was lost and he also came at the same time.

     

    He was pulled down and Carnell panted “Fuck Me Marko you can ride dick mate wow.” They laid chest to chest and smooched and both grew hard again. “Do you want to do me?” ” Nah another time.” “Really there going to be another time?” “Yes if you like” the younger guy whispered shyly, blushed and his lips were sought and suckled in.

    “Do you want to stay tonight” “Yes but I need to be pick up in the morning by my Boss.” “What time? “7am” “OK, lets get some sleep” and Carnell laid behind him and his dick was wedged in Marko’s tight ass pussy and he fucked him slowly with passion and coxed two more loads out of him before ejaculating in him again. They fell sleep and he came to at 2am and started fucking the young guys again, breeding him so that his ass was full of his hot creamy jizz, which was farted out of him sometime in the night soiling the sheets beneath them.

    He woke at 6am to find Marko sucking him off and doing his best to get half of his dick in his mouth and was doing a good job for his first attempt. He noticed that Carnell was awake, blushed again and moved down to his hairy nuts and guided his hand to wank himself off and within 2 minutes he manage to shot a huge load of creamy semen within Marko’s open mouth and all over his face, coating his beard, them making him scoop it up and swallow every tasty drop. 

     

    “One more Fuck please” Cornell begged “how long have you got?” “An hour as I am getting picked up at 7.30am.” “Great and he took the slim Estonian missionary style and with his legs wrapped around his big ass which was gripped hard by one hand and other was on his head pulling him in for a hot morning kiss, he came in him within 15 minutes and hesitated to let him get up off the bed, but alas he had too. 

    Marko jumped in the shower and said “Bye I gotta go see you later OK “and left. 

    Carnell fell asleep and as he was off today and woke up at 12pm had a long shower tidied up and looked in the mirror smiling to himself, thinking “what have I done, I could lose my employment” and pushed that aside as he like this bloke too much and wanted to see, talk, laugh, pummel, pound out and cum him out him again. Also he new that he want a relationship with him and whatever else that would bring with it.

    The fact that “Marko’s Ass Cunt was amazing and the way he sucked me into him ‘so that I could Breed him forever’ Fuck Damn” was also an enticing bonus.

    At 3.30pm his doorbell went and he opened the door and Marko stood there looking nervous still in his work gear and he was pulled in and they went straight back to bed fucked for the rest of the day. 

    Marko moved in with his belonging the next day and never left. 

    The end