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  • The Gape Brothers

    Steve, Pete’s little brother was hanging around his estate chilling with his Fit Romanian Pal called Nicolae smoking some strong skunk and chilling. Steve was the only one that got on with him as he really was nasty piece of work, always spreading rumours and bad-mouthing others. As a result, all the guys and girls that he encountered, avoided him as much as they could. Today Nicolae could not wait to tell Steve about his big brother Pete, who he had proof that the man in question had been gangbanged by his crew a few days ago, after he had spotted him being dropped off outside the entrance of the estate and observing him staggering back into his block of flats looking worse for wear.

    Following him, Nicolae caught up with him at his front door and was startled to see him covered in spunk from head to toe. “Hey what happened to you” he enquired. “I’ve been Gang Fucked, now Fuck off you nasty little git” as he could not stand him, and he pushed him away. The guy was angry at his treatment and could not wait to tell everyone he knew about his encounter with this ‘Cum Dump Asehoe’. He had heard rumours about Pete but seeing him looking totally ‘Fuck Out’ was the proof that he finally needed.

    Pete open his front door, then closed it in Nicolae face telling him to ‘DO ONE’, but before that he grabbed the noisy little gob shite and gave him a cummy kiss, dropping a load of tasty spunk within his mouth, and closed the door warning him if he told anyone that he would be ‘Dead Meat’, leaving the twat with his mouth open like he was catching flies.  “Urgh Nasty” Nicolae cried and rushed home in a panic in order to rinse his mouth out with mouthwash. So, to teach that Bastard Pete a lesson, he was itching to tell him Steve about the nasty fucked out state that he had seen his big brother in.

    However, Nicolae was unable to contract Steve, as he remembered that Steve was unavailable for a couple of days from the Text that he had received last night. He was away visiting family in Scotland. Nicolae also kicked himself for not taking pictures as further evidence, and he could hardly tell Steve about his receiving mouth of gang spunk, could he? Although to be fair, it did not taste too bad as he had swallowed quite a bit of it and Pete mouth on his was not too bad, he recalled giving him a hard on.

    Pete meanwhile went inside to have a shower and he was Gaping with all of the cumloads hitting the shower floor, some of which he caught in a glass so that he could wash it down, just before he went to sleep, in order to savour his Crews taste. He would then crawl into bed, and sleep till the evening before he headed out again to start getting fucked by anyone who want to take their frustration out on him or if they just felt like dumping a load or two.

    He was greedy for their cocks and they were equally greedy for his talented Mouth and Cunt, so it was a ‘Win Win’ situation. Ever since the Big Boss Nigerian Sango had taken his Anal Virginity by setting him up 3 years ago, he had taken to having large pricks in his ass 24/7, and always up for a good hard stuffing.  After a slow start at the beginning, with the Lieutenants trying him out after the Boss and then being unable to stay away from him, it was clear they were onto a winner.

    He and Sango had a meeting and he agreed to be the Crews ‘Go to Guy’ on two conditions. One that they did not treat him disrespectfully and two that he received got a cut of the takings, as he was not letting them have his Man Cunt for free. “Yeah Yeah Sango agreed and deep slotting Pete some more, dropping numerous loads inside him which were suctioned out of his tender ‘Donkey Dick’. Exhausted, he ordered a full meeting excluding the Youngers so there were a least 15 guys there. At the meeting he informed them of Pete’s new role, and they were all shocked asking for proof.

    He stood up in front of them and deep throated his boss and on his hands and knees, peeled down his tracksuit bottoms and displayed his ass hole which was glistening with lube and sweat and gaping obscenely. ‘What The Fuck’ they all started cat calling and laughing. He did not care flushing red and sitting Sango down he squatted over his foot-long dick and dropped his cunt right down to his boss pubes. They were all stunned into silence and watched the show with his slamming himself up and down full length on the thick dark length, whilst tightening his anal muscles. Most of the Crew took videos and pictures.

    They were opened mouth and dicks were handled and Sango came with a strangled shout, and he said, “Who’s Next”. Startled but enticed, one by one they all had a go and he rode them to completion. They were stoic at first respectful, asking “if he was ok” and his response was to clutch and milked them all and where he could as he made out with them. Started they pulled back not wanting to be seen kissing a bloke in front of their peers. His response was to pulled them back towards his mouth and hissed, “Stop fucking about kiss me or else, as this will get you off quick style and we can go somewhere more private later on and you can do what you want to me!”

    Hooked on his magic cunt and forgetting their embarrassment, they concentrated on his clutching hole and came with a grunt inside him soon afterwards. Twice over they did him and all agreed to his terms and since then, he was the ‘Go to Cum Dump’. At the end of their first group fuck to celebrate, he proudly showed his Gaping Cunt and farted out all of their dumped loads for a few minutes and they all cheered  shouting ‘Man Our Pete Here, Sure Is Nasty” he agreed with them roaring with laughter.  Every day since then, one by one they required his services.

    He also found out 3 months later that he had been set up and yes naturally he was piss off and angry, when Elvis confessed his role in the matter. Now bearing in mind that Elvis was still inside him, in his bed at home having just ejaculated inside him and they were still making out. Full of guilt the confession was made, and Pete warned him that he owed him, more about that later in future chapters. He had laid it on the line for Sango informing him that “he knew what he did which was an ultimate betrayal as he had been servicing him and the rest of the Crew members holding his head up high.”  Sango apologised and offered to blow him which he did, and Pete’s came twice over his face.

    So back to Steve who had been absent for 2 days had arrived home two hours ago and was shattered by the Travelling. Nicolae was busy informing him about his encounter with Pete. “Ok “Steve said half listening to him. “What do you mean your brothers an Asehoe?” “What do you want me to say, it’s his life yeah.” Nicolae was dumbfounded and was spluttering and was flummoxed by his pals muted response. “Don’t you have anything to say?” “Look Mate Pete’s a big lad and can take care of himself.”

    Nicolae could not let this lie and went on and on about it regarding Pete being cover in copious amounts of spunk  and piss and called him a ‘Fucking Gay Whore Pervert’ not stopping until Steve who was normally placid went mad and shouted “You are a nasty piece of work talking about my straight brother like that who never showed any interest in blokes!” “Lying Cunts like you need to be mindful that filthy mouth doesn’t get throat fucked you prick.” “What” “You heard pal me, Nicolae we were  good pals but now I am walking away right now, and if I hear that you are spreading lies like that about my Big Brother ever again, who has been good you and yours, then our friendships over right” and he walked off to go and find his big brother to moan about that ‘Lying Little Sod’.

    As he walked his anger subsided and he has a sick feeling that Nicolae was correct about Pete playing around with other Blokes, as he caught him wrestling with one of his Crew Tushann a while ago (See Chapter 1) and could hear them trying to be quiet grunting in the hallway. He was light sleep and his bedroom was nearest to the downstairs hallway and now thinking about he was sure that he heard the guy call his Bro “An Ass Whore who loved taking Big Dick Right here in this Sweet Piece of Cunt.” However, he thought that it was slip of the tongue and they were talking about some random female.

    He headed to the Gangs headquarters and let himself in finding it quiet and empty. Upon walking further into the building, he entered the private area and could hear music and sexual grunts thinking “Which lucky girl do they have in here then having her Pussy Banged out?” Being as quiet as he could, he open the door a crack and saw his horror, that the girl was in fact his big brother Pete getting ‘Double Fucked’ by two of his Crew ,both built like brick shit house’s an Italian Mixed Heritage guy Boni which was short for Bonifacio and Geza an Hung Hungarian Lad, both dark haired and Hairy as Fuck. Sango was also deep throating him, with 9 of his 12 inches crammed down his hungry throat.

    Steve wanted to throw up watching this happening to Pete, as it was clear that his Bro loved getting fucked like a street whore and obviously enjoying. He was gurgling  and screaming as he came off the foot long dick for air, “Harder You Cunt’s, is that all that you have got, Come on boys come on fuck me, I’m You Cum Dump Remember Our Crews Anal Whore, Come On You Big Dick Fuckers” he screamed aggressively taunting them, egging them on so that they would slammed him as hard as they could. However, once again he proved he was too much for them, even though they tried their best to satisfy him.

    Steve could not take his eyes off his brother performance and another door to the room opened and in walked three other Fit Built Black Guys. One of them called Barns said, “Hey Boss this is Leroy who wants to join our crew and I told him about our initiation process before he can join us, and he brought his Church Brother Bobby here with him.” All 4 guys still fucking hard and grunting said, “Hi Welcome.” Steve recognised Leroy the guy wanting to join the Crew, as he lived next door to him, and his family were proper religious.

    Leroy was 21 a Cuban-Jamaican mix with a fine fit body and a high Beefy Muscle Butt and he was looking at the scene in front of him with disgust and was about to walk out. “Hey what up Bro” and Barns who introduce him said in low menacing tone, “Don’t Fucking Embarrass me Cuzz!” “I thought you said we were going to fuck some Hoe, I did not expect it to be a ‘Dude Man, I’m Not Gay’!” he snarled loudly vexing his pal Barns. “Shut up you fool” Sango said “you ever tried fucking Man Pussy, it’s better than fucking your girls hot snatch trust me, come and try Pete’s ‘Man Cunt’ here, you will want more than one ride in it, and there no chance of him getting Pregnant, as I know that you Churchie’s cannot have sex before Marriage Right?”

    “No Way on Earth am I going to Fuck a Man Ass, as it’s against the Scriptures” exclaimed Leroy. He was a Church Going God Fearing young man who sang in the choir but was getting fed up of the hypocritical Evangelists that he met multiple times a week. He was bored and only agreed to come with his pal football Barns to see what he got up to, so he could try and persuade him to change his sinful ways. Now seeing this set up, he doubted it as Barns had been tempted by a Darkness which he could or was not willing to get out of ,and looking at his crotch area his dick was out of his pants and he was wanking away, pinching his tits and moaning sexually.

    As he was thinking this Pete, said to the others “get out of me and let’s see if I can’t change his mind” and he pushed them out of him with his anal muscles with pop. Then he knelt down in front of Leroy, who was wearing a pair of thin football shorts, as he had been playing five a side football with Barns and Bobby 23, who was gob smacked at the scene and was hard as fuck thinking, “I need a bit of Pete’s Man Pussy was it?” as he was not getting none at home as his wife who was expecting and swore of sex until the birth. “Are you sure I can’t help you man” Pete said seductively, and Leroy shook his head saying, “definitely not.”

    However, his short and pants were eased down, and his dick was suctioned into the Pete’s hot mouth and he tried everything he could not be tempted but with no avail. With the expert head and suctioning that Pete administered teasing the sensitive sweating head, licking the shaft, suckling the helmet making loud slurring noise and saying “Pal your way too BIG for me. Emphasising the Word Big, before deep throating him in one gulp and working his throat muscles worked overtime.  Leroy was putty in his hands and pulled the man’s head and mouth fully onto his shaft and knew that ‘resistance was futile’.

    Bobby clearing his throat said a tad nervously “Hey Pete can I try …… and before he completed his request, Pete had arched his back looking at Italian Boni, winked at him. He lead Bobby by his dick towards Pete Gaping Cunt and wanking him a for minute with his strong hands, looking directly into his startled dark brown eyes and smiling thinking I got to have this Hot Church Man. Bobby groaning, found himself positioned behind the white guys gaping hole and he was guided in, sinking right into to the hilt. “See you around Bud” Boni said and moved away winking at him.

    Bobby blushed and said “OH God Man this is SWEEETTTTT”  he having not had sex for months, savagely fucked Pete pushing him deeper on to his church going pals prick so that his black curly sweaty pubes were mashed into his Pete’s face and his neck was bulging obscenely.  Both looked at each other helplessly and know no amount of prayers was going to take this pleasure way from them and they were aware that this not going to last long, and screaming FUCKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!, they exploded at the same time inside his colon and gullet and were not let go until every drop of semen was consumed by his greedy body.  

    “Oh God forgive us” they cried, “Why Barns said, you enjoyed didn’t you?” “Don’t waste time feeling guilty as we all say to ourselves, what’s the issue and Pete here has been serving us for 3 years now and is an important part of this here Crew, so lighten up.” “Also, you are not fucking about with other women, right?” Hearing this they relaxed and said, “Yeah your right my finance and your wife Bobby would be mad if we even looked at other Women let alone fuck them, wouldn’t they?” “Can we have another go Pete?”

    “Yeah sure but let me sort Boni and Geza out first and what about you Sango?” “No, you’re alright, I gotta go enjoy yourselves and you two are in if you like?” He already had his eye on Bobby’s Phat Basketball Booty and winked at Pete who smirked at him as he left the room, knowing exactly how this was going to go. Bobby Virgin Manhole would be turned into a creamy pliable Man Cunt within months, as the way that Sango was eating him with his eyes, he knew it was only a matter of time before this happened. Also, he had clocked Boni’s interaction and knew this Guy was going to have trouble keeping them out of his Phat Virginal Man Pussy.

    “Are you staying around?” he asked Leroy who he recognised as his next-door neighbour. “Yeah he said definitely.” “I know you live next door to me he whispered let’s have some one on one time soon ok?” and he nodded. Pete rose all fours wearing them out with his love making skills and watching the whole time was his little brother Steve, who was astounded at his Big Brother, who he had always taken as a skirt chasing heterosexual man who never showed any interest in men.  Unlike their old brother Alex who was a Metrosexual Attention Whore for Women and Men’s Attention which was bloody annoying.

    He thought he should have lived in Essex with all those preening blokes. Also, his Uncle’s Curt and Doug on his Mum and Dads side respectively, were always banging on about Gay Sex being disgusting, yet both had huge Gay Porn collections, that he had discovered when snooping through their phones and garages the hypocrites. He did not blab as this was not his way, but no way could he not confront Pete about this situation yet. Then he thought “Oh Fuck, that little shit Nicolae was right and I gotta apologise to him later Fuckkkkk.”

    He left as Pete was being hammered out and Double fucked by Leroy and Bobbie who was having his tits pinched by Boni , who was smitten and had latch his lips on his, and Pate had an Anal Orgasm, and screamed the place down and being unable to stand it any longer, Steve left. He was observed by Sango who came back, seeing his distressed look guessed he had seen what was going on. “Oh well it’s a family affair I am keeping out of it”. He also observed Boni getting it on with Bobby manhandling his Phat Basketball Booty and thought, I will let him have this one as, he can break him in for me as I am definitely getting a piece of that.

    As Steve walked home his thoughts were racing. He got in said hello to his parents who were still up and went into his room. Not able to relax he decided to take shower went to bed. He started to beat off seeing the images of his brother getting shafted for hours by 6 Big Dick Guys and wearing them out, He kept on hearing Pete demanding harder ass pounding fucks and crying for more fresh semen protein loads. As Steve had not cum for a few days, his load exploded and he sprayed all over his chest, face, hair and the wall behind him and could not stop cumming, and his prick was still stiff, so he beat off again for nearly an hour, cumming 3 ore times, before falling asleep exhausted with the covers off and his body exposed.

    When Pete came home in the early hours, he had a shower and seeing the light on popped into Steve’s room, he could smell the spunk which was intoxicating. Like a Bee to nectar, he spotted the cum which was still sticky, and he bent down and licked it all of it off him, not wasting one single drop. “Damn I wonder what he was thinking about as that’s loads of cum” he thought. He spotted his Brothers prick which was still hard and dripping and unable to resist, he teased the head and engulfed his shaft and deep throated him for few minutes buying his face in his sweaty musky ginger pubes and within minutes coxed a fresh creamy load out of him and swallowed every tasty drop, not wanting to let go and was contemplating riding him.

    He decided against it and satisfied how the night had ended, he turned the bedside light off and exited the room and went to bed humming. Steve opened his eyes, as he had woken whilst being suctioned and unable to stop Pete’s head which bobbed up and down. “Blimey he knows how to satisfy a man, as it the best blow job I have had!” Although he had not had that many. “This is great my Brother the cock sucker being right here on tap” and he went with it trying his best not to moan and he exploded biting his lip, and he resisted grabbing Pete’s head or challenging him, as  he thought “I am too tired to confront him“ and be fair he enjoyed the blow job.

    He asked himself, “How the fuck am I going to speak to Pete about this” and he was contemplating it, he fell fast asleep with both mind and body exhausted.

    To be continued

  • Ginger Fantasy

    During my final year of attending a boy’s boarding school, I met Gerhard during one of my quarterly visits home. My mother had developed a great friendship with his parents who I had never previously met.

    Gerhard arrived at our home that evening to inform my mother that his dad, Gerhard Snr had sadly passed away. Naturally, having never met his Gerhard Snr I merely sat watching my mother and Gerhard’s tearful interaction. Gerhard Jnr, who was several years older than me, was one of the most beautiful men I had ever seen. He had dark russet red hair, and I really felt guilty ogling him as he and my mother hugged in mutual sorrow.

    For the next decade, however, I always dreamed of an encounter with a man that looked like him.

    ***

    Ten years on, as I was sitting at a gay bar one evening while on a business trip, I observed a guy entering the place who reminded me incredibly of Gerhard. The thing that struck me about this guy was how out of place he looked in this pub.

    Robert, as I would soon learn, was rather scruffy looking and his jeans and denim shirt looked extremely well-worn. The trainers on his feet had definitely paid their dues and the beanie on his head looked like something a fisherman would wear. He also had a duffel bag over his shoulder that appeared to belong to a manual labourer. I estimated him to be around six-foot-tall and be in his late twenties.

    I was overjoyed when he moved in my direction and sat on the stool next to mine. As he ordered his beer, I looked at his hands. They were rough, large, and beautifully masculine. The tuffs of curly long hair that stuck out from under his beanie were dark ginger, as was the two-day-old stubble on his face. He had a handsome face and once again, I simply could not believe how much he reminded me of Gerhard. Shortly after his beer was placed before him, he struck up a conversation with me.

    After introductions, he asked me what I did. I gave him my brief synopsis before turning the tables on him.

    “So, what do you do, Robert?” I asked.

    “Fuck, you name it, anything and everything,” he answered.

    Robert then went on to tell me that he was an odd-jobber and lived with a buddy of his. His friend was apparently away from home for three weeks of every month and allowed Robert to stay with him for free, because Robert looked after the place in his absence. When his buddy was home, however, Robert said that he went out on trawlers to give his friend some space.

    “Is your buddy straight?” I asked.

    “Fuck yeah, totally straight,” he answered.

    “And you?” I tentatively questioned.

    “Don’t really do labels,” he replied, before continuing, “For me the only criteria is; whether a fuck is good or bad. Gender doesn’t really come into it.”

    After a brief pause, he then surprised me by asking, “Do you like being massaged?”

    “Sure,” I answered, somewhat perplexed.

    “Well, I give an unbelievable massage. I don’t do any of the fancy named stuff, but just a good old fashioned hard massage. My hands are very strong, and I can assure you that you won’t have any stress left in you once I’m finished,” he concluded, matter-of-factly.

    My hope for a quickie upstairs had just evaporated. I nevertheless, concluded that a comfortable session with my gingerbread man in the hotel room might not be that bad after all. I asked Robert what he charged and was surprised by how low his hourly fee was. At his rates, an entire night would be affordable.

    “What does the massage include?” I asked, with a naughty grin.

    “The hour belongs to you, Clive. You get to decide how it should be spent,” he answered, with a wry smile.

    “Can I get you another beer before we leave,” I offered.

    “Sure,” he replied.

    There was a brief silence as we and sipped our beers. A silly thought crossed my mind and before I could stop myself, I asked, “Are you cut or uncut, Robert?”

    Robert let out a laugh before he answered, “I’m like you, bro, and I’m also cut.”

    I was astonished and intrigued by his reply because he was absolutely correct.

    “How did you know that?” I challenged.

    “On every occasion that I have been asked about my dick, all the guys that pose that question have always been cut. No uncut person has ever asked me that question,” he replied, with a self-satisfied grin. Then, with a serious look, he asked, “Is the missing foreskin a deal breaker?”

    “No,” I hastily replied, “I was just curious.”

    “I promise you that you won’t be disappointed with my equipment,” he concluded, self-assuredly.

    When we arrived in my hotel room I asked, “So, what do you want me to do?”

    With a guffaw, he answered, “Strip, bro. I can’t massage you with your clothes on.”

    As I started to undress, Robert also began disrobing. As he did so, he just became more magnificent by the second. Robert had the most beautiful natural physique. He wasn’t a gym bunny but most men would’ve given their eyeteeth to have a natural build like him. A further plus was that he was slightly bowlegged. Bandy men had always driven me crazy and this added plus definitely met with my approval. He was fair skinned and slightly hairy, and the bronze fluff on his body almost made me salivate with lust. Robert had also not lied about his dick. It was large, meaty, and his magnificent low hanging balls and ginger bush made it one of the most beautiful packages I had ever seen.

    “So, are you still worried about the missing foreskin?” he joked.

    “No. You are totally perfect,” I answered.

    “Now get on your stomach, boy,” he then commanded, with a playful grin.

    The duffel bag now revealed its true purpose as he retrieved a tub of aqueous cream. When his hands began their circular journey on my body I also realised that he was as good as he had prophesied. The strength of his fingers was mesmerising and I groaned like a bitch in heat, as his hands tantalised my flesh.

    ‘Fuck me,’ I thought, ‘I have just hit a hole in one.’

    On and on his powerful digits ground into my flesh, wringing ever last bit of tension out of my body. Every fibre of tautness was extracted as those magnificent hands worked me over. In addition to my physical pleasure, the odour of his body almost had me convulsing with lust. Some men just exude a masculine smell that transports your olfactory sense into a higher dimension, and Robert had that in spades. In all my life, I had never been more turned-on as at that moment.

    When my shoulders finally began to receive their share of the spoils, I began panting with excitement. As his workman’s hands kneaded me, I was afraid that I was about to choke on the horny gasps gushing from my mouth. When Robert took hold of my neck, his fat knob lodged itself between my butt cheeks simultaneously as his legs moved between mine.

    With my legs now open as wide as I could manage, I twitched my eager backside in anticipation. I wanted his cock so badly that I now began begging him to fuck me. When his heavenly nudging began at my portal, I implored him to fuck the hell out of me.

    After wedging his shlong in my manhole, Robert’s entry was measured, yet firm. With my sphincter gulping at its intruder, my ravenous arse gobbled upward encouraging his occupation. Twice thereafter, Robert had to tell me to take it easy and allow him to control the pace.

    Ten years, ten fuckin’ years I had waited for this ginger fantasy to become a reality. I was almost hyperventilating when Robert got into stride and his low hangers began slapping against my perineum. Robert was not in any hurry and his thrusting was sustained and measured, as he savoured his enjoyment.

    On and on Robert’s gratification ensued as he pummelled into me, gradually upping his intensity. By the time he had finally cum, I had been rubbing the bed so vigorously that I arrived at my destination a minute before him. By the time his torso ultimately settled on top of me, I was cooing like a pigeon.

    We lay like that for short while before he rolled off me and rested beside my body. As we faced one another I asked him if I could finally remove his beanie. After I did so I was amazed by the thickness of his hair. As I ran my fingers through his hair I was astounded to find that his locks were much coarser than normal hair. It wasn’t off-putting, but the texture was rougher than any hair that I had ever encountered.

    Leaning in, Robert surprised me as he began kissing me. Again, he seemed to be in no hurry and his oral skills totally met with my approval. As our lips broke apart I asked if I could hire him for the night.

    “Oh, so my cut knob meets with your consent,” he jested.

    “Big time,” I answered.

    “Tell you what… If you buy me breakfast in the morning, I’ll stay on for free,” he answered.

    Robert did stay the night and we had sex twice more. In the morning, I paid him treble the fee we had discussed the night before, which delighted him. At breakfast, we exchanged numbers and I contacted him on all future visits.

    Six months later, I accepted a job in his city and we continued to see each other on a very regular basis.

    One evening when he visited me, he seemed slightly down in the mouth. When I asked him why, Robert told me that he had been given his marching orders by his buddy. His friend had finally met the girl of his dreams and she would be moving in shortly. Robert had thus become the odd man out.

    I was totally nuts about him and immediately replied, “So, why don’t you move in with me?”

    “Are you serious?” he asked, surprised.

    “Totally!” I answered.

    Robert did move in and it worked out extremely well. Robert was then able to spend more time on the trawlers, which worked out very well for two reasons: Firstly, he earned more money and secondly, it gave us away time from one another. Of course, this made his returns unbelievably exciting and we fucked like rabbits when he did.


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  • I Love Being a Faggot

    I wasn’t convinced I was gay until I was in my mid twenties. I have always been attracted to woman. I still am actually. Shortly I started watching porn, I started to focus less on the girl, and more on the big cock in whatever sex scene I was watching. I started to fantasize about being the girl in the video. I would fantasize that I was that little blonde busty slut, getting my tight little ass banged. I wouldn’t even be able to cum unless I fantasized like that, while I jerked off to porn. Eventually I started to pick out what scene to watch because of what the girl was wearing. I dreamed about slipping into a cute little pair of pink panties, and a pair of thigh highs. It wasn’t long before I started experimenting in cross dressing. My step sister, who wasn’t really my sister, she was just a close family friend. She was good friends with my Mom, but she was closer to my age. She was only about 9 years older than me. And she was totally hot. Her name was Mellissa. She was a party girl in her mid twenties. She was your typical busty blonde bimbo, with big fake tits, and the body of a pornstar. I started to think less about fucking her, and more about being her. I use to stay up late at night and listen to her and my mom party. Melissa would tell my Mom all about the string of boyfriends she had, and how much she loved sucking cock and getting fucked in the ass. And her lingerie collection was incredible. The first time I ever tried on a g-string was one of hers. We had pretty much the same body type so it fit me perfectly. I loved the feel of the string on my ass. I have an incredibly small dick, so it cupped my little package perfectly. It felt so right when I put those panties on. And that was just the beginning. I use to borrow all kinds of clothes and lingerie from her. Tight black pants that showed off my feminine figure and ass. A teeny tiny pair of daisy dukes. Micro miniskirts. Little Black dresses. I started to become a pro. I was falling in love with crossdressing. It even got to a point where I started to buy my own stuff, and I couldn’t get off with out it. 

    The biggest thrill of my early sexual years was when I found Melissa’s dildo. I was looking for a pink pair of panties to wear one night, going thru Melissa’s things when my hand found something rubbery. I took it out to find that it was a big, fat cock. A 8inch flesh colored, thick dildo with a suction cup base. I couldn’t wait to get it to my room. As soon as I got to my room, I put on a cute little outfit and wrapped my lips around that thick rubber cock and started to practice my blowjob skills. I bobbed my head up and down on it. Licked and slobbered all over it, wishing it was the real thing. You could say that was the beginning of my  journey to becoming one of the best little cock suckers around.

    I sucked on that fat rubber duck for what seemed like an hour. My little cock was harder than ever poking up thru my panties, but so small it was hardly noticeable. I wanted to get fucked. And he only lube I had was Vaseline. So I started with spit and fingered my ass, adding another finger every minute or so, until I thought my tight little ass was open enough. I lubed up the cock, got on all fours, and firmly pressed it to my tight, eager little hole. And it opened and accepted the fat dick without much effort. And soon I was fucking my hole with the fat cock, giving it to myself good and hard. God it felt amazing. My little cock was so hard, and I felt like I was going to burst. I continued fucking my little hole, until my hard little dick spasmed and spat up. It wasn’t much. My little cock and balls are tiny and I never cum that much. But I had just had my first Sissygasm. I didn’t even know what it was called that back then. All I kept thinking was how I now understood why gay guys loved to have sex with other men. Getting fucked feels amazing. At that point, Mellissa’s thick rubber dildo had pretty much became my boyfriend. When Mellissa wasn’t home, I had it up in my room. And it had me bent over, making me its little bitch. All the while considering the fact that I very well might be gay! One thing was for sure, was that I fucking loved it.

    I continued like this throughout high school. Mellissa eventually found out I was borrowing her clothes. She was drinking one night when we were the only ones home. So she confronted me. She was convinced I was stealing her panties to sniff and jerk off. She thought I wanted to fuck her. But she loved it when I told her the truth. That I was stealing her panties to wear them. I kept myself clean always, and always washed the clothes I borrowed. She got a kick out of finding out I was experimenting with crossdressing. And when I told her about her dildo she didn’t believe me at first. So I wrapped my lips around it and showed her my blowjob skills. Then it was her turn and she showed me her blowjob skills. The way her eyes looked at me while she was sucking dick, for a second I thought she was coming on to me. The I def knew she was coming onto me when she asked me if I wished that was my dick, while she bobbed up and down on the cock. I got to admit, my little dick did get rock hard. And eventually her panties and panties came off, and she fucked her wet pussy with that thick cock. She even took it out and asked me If I wanted to taste her, and she practically shoved the dildo down my throat. Then she asked me if I was a virgin. Of course I was, but I was a junior in high school and almost 17 years old. I told her the truth that so was, and then she asked me if I ever eaten pussy before. And as soon as I spoke my head No, she pulled my head down to her pussy, and I began to lick her wet twat. I had no idea what I was doing. She tried  to guide me as best as she could, but her constant laughter made it pretty obvious I wasn’t doing it for her. She had me stop and told me that was OK, I will get better at it. The we kissed. And I had been going to keg parties since freshman year, getting drunk and making out with girls. I am a pretty good looking guy. I’m small, and thin, but I’m pretty damn good looking. I never had a problem attracting girls, and I had a girlfriend often, but I never really got past second base. Anyway, I was a good kisser. And so Mellisssa, and all of her lovely nakedness got on my lap as we started a hot makeout session. My shirt came off, and she rubbed my chest as we made out. I gripped and pawed at her big, juicy, fake tits. And I reached back and pawed at that hot ass of hers too. I always thought of myself as an ass guy, but so couldn’t get enough of her boobs. They were big and wonderful. This chick was all woman, and in the back of my mind I kept thinking about all the dirty things I would do if I could be her for one day. She started to dry hump me, and she got really into it. She moaned lightly i my mouth as we kissed and she grinded on my lap. She started talking dirty, like how much she wanted my cock, and she started telling me that she wanted me to fuck her. And eventually she got off my lap, got me up, and started to undo my pants. The she teasingly asked me if I wanted a blowjob as she tugged on my belt with one hand, as She traced my crotch with her fingers from her other hand. She got my pants down to my ankles, as I quickly sat down to take off my shoes, and pants around my ankles. Then she got me up and got down on my knees in front of me. She was surprised I wasn’t hard yet, and mentioned it, but told me not to worry and that she would change that. Little did she know, I was rock hard. I don’t think I have ever been harder. You just can’t tell when I’m wearing briefs, because my dick is really, really small. And she was about to find that out for herself. But, hearing her say that made me even more nervous. She looked up at me longingly as she kissed stomach and rubbed my inner thighs. I had a 25 year old, smoking hot, little slut with those big juicy boobs, and a hot, fat ass. I had her on her knees, buck naked in front of me begging for my cock. Her pussy was dripping wet, and she wanted more than anything to fuck her that night. 

    So there she was, naked in front of me, on her knees getting ready to wrap her lips around my cock. She started to pull at my shorts and she asked me retoricly if I had a big cock. And the she said you do don’t you! I knew it! The she asked me in a cute little voice if she could have it? And told me she wanted it so bad, as she gently tugged at the waist band of my shorts. She was toying with me


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  • Contradictions

    Life Goes On

    On the flight back to San Francisco, Jay and Bob chatted and got better acquainted. Jay invited Bob over to his house to cash in his rain check, but when they arrived at the airport, Jay was surprised to find Dan Hammond waiting to pick him up. Jay introduced Bob to Dan, and Bob told Jay he would hold onto his rain check for another day.

    Jay missed Matt and Chico immensely. He did not call Matt because he wanted to give him some space, but Matt called him every day, sometimes twice a day, just to check up on him.

    Every day that Matt remained in the hotel waiting for his dorm to open, the cute young waiter who had brought breakfast their first morning came by his room to see if he needed any “special services.” Matt kissed him on the cheek, thanked him, and asked for a rain check. He also learned about Tank’s “Deluxe Package,” and though it sounded very appealing to him, he wanted to savor his experience with Jay for a few more days. Then, on his last evening in the hotel, he asked Tank if he could have that “Deluxe Package” in his room, and he called for room service at the same time. Both Tank and the young waiter enthusiastically made up for lost time.

    When Chico arrived at the Baltimore/Washington International Thurgood Marshall Airport after his week in New York, he was very surprised to see a man standing at the gate exit with a sign that read “Mr. Santana.” Hmm. Wonder who that could be? He walked past the man only to hear him call out, “Mr. Santana…Chico Santana?”

    “Yes, that’s me. Who are you?”

    “I’m Glenn Walker, and this is Brent Hayward. A friend of yours asked us to meet you and take you to your new apartment.”

    “There must be some mistake. I don’t….”

    “There’s no mistake, Mr. Santana. If you don’t mind coming with us, we can explain everything on the way.”

    “Hell no! I don’t know who you are, and I sure as hell am not getting into a car with two total strangers!”

    “Dr. Sherwood said that you were very shrewd and not to be surprised if you gave us a hard time at first.”

    “Oh, he did, did he? Well, you can tell DR. SHERWOOD that he can kiss my….”

    “Dr. Sherwood has a great deal of admiration for you, Mr. Santana. He said to tell you that he knows he has some explaining to do. Brent and I don’t really know what that’s all about, but we can tell you that you will like the arrangements Dr. Sherwood has made for you. You have luggage, I assume. If you would not mind giving your claim tickets to my associate Jim here, he will pick them up and bring them to your new apartment.”

    Chico very cautiously handed over the claim tickets to the third man, Jim with no last name.

    Glenn Walker and Brent Hayward led Chico to a silver Volvo C70 convertible. “Do you like this car, Mr. Santana?”

    “Well, sure. Who wouldn’t?”

    “Would you like to own it?”

    “Hell, even with the money that Dr. J…uh, Dr. Sherwood…paid me, there’s no way I could afford a car like this.”

    “I believe you know Ed McClelland, don’t you?”

    “Yes, he’s Dr. Sherwood’s attorney and a good friend.”

    “That’s right. And he’s a good friend of mine. In fact, we went to school together. I’ve never had the pleasure of meeting Dr. Sherwood or his family, but a few years ago, Ed introduced me to Dan Hammond, and Dan, in turn, introduced my mother to Dr. Sherwood’s mother, Diane. Through their financial advice, my mother became a very wealthy woman. I’m sure you’ve heard the tales of a car that was owned by a little old lady who never drove it anywhere except to church on Sundays. Well, this car has been my mother’s for almost a year now, though she did drive it more than just on Sundays, it doesn’t really have a lot of miles on it.  When she heard that Diane Sherwood’s son was looking for a good used car, she insisted on giving up hers.”

    “I can’t take your mother’s car, Mr. Walker.”

    “Oh, don’t worry. Giving up the Volvo will just give her an excuse to make me give her a new Lamborghini from the dealership that I just bought last month.”

    Chico’s head was spinning so fast that he did not even see the high-rise apartment building until they pulled up to the front door. A valet took the car keys and handed Mr. Walker a ticket.

    They took the elevator up to the top floor, and Brent Hayward, the younger and much more handsome of the two men, opened the door to a luxury apartment overlooking Baltimore Harbor. The hardwood floors were covered in authentic Navajo rugs from Santa Fe. A large plasma-screen TV adorned one wall, and the other walls were decorated with paintings by famous Puerto Rican and Russian artists, reflecting Chico’s dual heritage. The furniture was exquisite, and the kitchen was state of the art. The apartment had three bedrooms, each with its own bath, and a separate den/study. The laptop that Chico had used while working for Jay Sherwood sat atop a desk handmade by the Sherwood Custom Furniture Company. A variety of electronic gadgets identical to the ones that Jay had bought Matt lay around the apartment.

    “When Glenn had Ed McClelland on the phone,” said Brent, “he called and conferenced me in. Ed asked me to find a nice condominium that Dr. Sherwood could use whenever he’s in Baltimore.”

    “I don’t understand,” said Chico. “If this is Dr. J’s condo, why did you bring me here?”

    “Well, Dr. Sherwood won’t be spending a lot of time here, and he feels that he needs someone to look after the place in his absence. He could hire a management company, but he said that would be a waste when he can get you for next to nothing.” Chico started to take offense until he saw the grin on Brent’s face. “Please understand. The condominium belongs to Dr. Sherwood, but the contract I have drawn up with the help of Ed McClelland stipulates that you may live here as long as you remain in medical school and that you will be paid a monthly stipend to cover your living expenses.”

    The doorbell rang. “Ah, that must be Jim with the luggage. Put them in the master bedroom, Jim. Enjoy the car, Mr. Santana, and drive safely. Brent, can we give you a lift somewhere?”

    “Thanks, Glenn, but before I leave I want to go over a few more details with Chico. You don’t mind if I call you Chico, do you?” Judging from the look in Brent’s eyes, Glenn had a pretty good idea what kinds of details he wanted to go over. “Besides, I know that Chico’s just dying to get behind the wheel of that car, so I’m sure he won’t mind dropping me off when we’re done, will you, Chico?”

    “No,” smiled Chico. “I’ll be more than happy to give you a ride.” Yeah, and I’ll bet I know what kind of ride that would be!

    Glenn laid his business card and the valet ticket on a table by the door. “Drive safely, Mr. Santana, and call me if you ever need anything.”

    As soon as Glenn closed the door behind himself, Chico turned to Brent and asked, “Does he really own two car dealerships?”

    “Hell, Chico. Glenn Walker owns two dozen dealerships from New York to Miami—nothing but foreign imports—everything from Mercedes to Bugatis. Trust me, his mother will never miss the Volvo.”

    “This is all too much,” said Chico. “Jay is a terrific guy, but I only worked for him for one summer. Why would he do all of this for me?”

    “Well, I don’t know exactly,” admitted Brent. “All I can say is what he told me over the phone. He said you’re going to be the best damn doctor that Johns Hopkins has ever produced.”

    For the rest of the afternoon, Brent Hayward helped Chico christen both his new apartment and his new car.

    When Britta and Inga returned to Stockholm University, they were informed by the head of their department that they had received a very substantial grant from an anonymous donor to support their research on the sexual behavior of adolescent girls. They also learned that the next international conference of sex researchers would be hosted by Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore and that arrangements were already being made for their accommodations.

    Despite the daily phone calls from Matt and, later, Chico, Jay became more and more depressed. Dan Hammond and Ed McClelland both stopped by regularly to check up on him, and even Mack Macintosh, Bill’s father, came to visit. He told Jay that his oldest daughter, Bill’s sister, had given birth to a son and named him William. Jay thanked Mack for dropping by and made a note to have Dan Hammond set up an educational trust fund for the kid and any future little Macintoshes. Mrs. Donovan, Matt’s mom, invited Jay over to dinner often, but he always declined, so she sent dishes of homemade food just to make sure that he ate properly. Most of his meals, though, were 90 proof.

    The fall semester started at Stanford, and he often missed his classes. When he did show up, he was unkempt, and his lectures were lifeless. Colleagues began to wonder what had happened to “the boy genius.”

    He brought a different partner to bed nearly every night—sometimes women, sometimes men, and sometimes both—but there was no passion. Most times, he lay on the bed cold as they tried to arouse him, often unsuccessfully. He really wanted to be held more than anything else, but even that was never enough.

    “Jay, you’ve got to snap out of this!” demanded Dan Hammond. “You’re falling apart. Let me take you to the doctor, get you some medication or something.” But Jay refused. “Hire yourself another assistant, Jay. You can find another Chico.” But the mere mention of Chico’s name pulled Jay down further into the abyss.

    About a week before Thanksgiving, Jay lay in his bed with another beautiful anonymous woman when the door bell rang. It rang and rang and rang. “Aren’t you gonna get that?”

    “Nah, whoever it is will get tired of pushing the damn button pretty soon and go away.” But the bell continued to ring and ring and ring.

    “Well, it doesn’t look like they’re going away. If you won’t go see who it is, I guess I’ll have to. Don’t get up,” she added sarcastically as she hurriedly threw on her clothes. “I’ll see myself out.” The hot babe sulked her way downstairs to the front door, and the eyes of the young man there bulged wide at the sight of her half-dressed body.

    “I…I’m sorry. Maybe I have the wrong address. I was looking for Jay Sherwood.”

    “Yeah, this is his place.”

    “Well, is he at home?”

    “That’s a matter of opinion, honey. Maybe you’ll have better luck with him than I did. Upstairs. End of the hall. End of the line.”

    “Jay. Jay, are you here?”

    In his funk, Jay barely heard the man call his name.

    “Jay?” As the voice came closer, it sounded vaguely familiar.

    Lying with his back to the doorway, Jay did not see the man standing there. “Jay, are you all right, man?”

    “Goddam it!” yelled Jay in exasperation. He grabbed the Tiffany lamp from his night stand and hurled it as he rolled over, sending it crashing into a thousand pieces against the door jamb. “Why can’t everyone just leave me the fuck alone!”

    “Jay, it’s me!”

    With his fury released, Jay’s eyes sharpened, and the face of the man in the doorway haphazardly came into focus.


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  • When in Rio…

    Friday, 6 December, 9:00 PM

    “Fuuuuuuuuck…”

    Jake drawled out a long sigh as the cock punched into him in one solid thrust. His pleasure addled mind momentarily went back to a meagre 8 hours earlier, when he was strolling down the Ipanema beach front with his buddy Marco. When he could still tell himself that he was almost  exclusively a jock top…

    Jake could have never imagined that in a matter of hours he would be landed where he was. Draped like a ragdoll over the back of a leather sofa, muscled back and arms dangling uselessly. Feeling his diamond hard cock scrape the white leather rhythmically as he was merciless fucked. It felt that had been gorging on cock for hours…

    Fucking Marco. “Come out with me tonight” he had said… “It will be fun” he said…

    And as cocks slammed into his holes at rape speed and Jake’s prostate sang, he couldn’t help but blearily agree with him.

    Fuun… Fuckin’ fun…”- his cock drunk mind sang to him – “Fuckin’ fun…”-

    Rodrigo pulled his cock back until the fat tip nestled in the pink indentation of Jake’s hole.  As soon he felt it rubbing is puffed up lips, Jake prepared himself mentally and physically for another cock stab. It was that intense of an experience! That cock felt like a fucking police baton, he couldn’t describe it any other way. Firm as iron in the middle but also soft. It went in so deep. Deeper than Jake had ever felt anyone go – poking his lungs. Drumming into his abs from within.

    As the cock stabbed into him, his first instinct was to scream. Scream of the intense pleasure laced with pain, of the fact that that his hole was so stretched out that it was now a freeway to Rodrigo’s massive dick.

    But as Jake prepared to voice out his pleasure in a long groan, the sound was muffled by Marco’s meaty cock barrelling past his lips, through his mouth and jamming at the entrance of his throat. It shouldn’t have surprised him as much as it did. Marco had been rubbing his dick in Jake’s face and occasionally using it to slap his cheeks for the last ten minutes.

    Jake chocked, snorted but swallowed the fat cock whole.

    Marco bit his tongue as he relished the reverberations of the muffled sound trapped in Jake’s throat around cock. He moaned, gruffly and guided himself even deeper. Jake’s mouth was always a slutty treat when his hole was on fire.

    “Meu Deus, que cuceta apertada! Parece que o safado e ativo mesmo! “Rodrigo told Marco.

    He ground himself down Jake’s ass, stretching the bottom’s already open thighs to the max.

    Marco pulled back just so Jake could breathe around his dick, and plugged himself back in.  He bent over the jock’s body to see the action up close and personal. And what a fucking sight it was! From his vantage point Marco could see the outstretched globes of Jake’s ass taking the battering ram that was Rodrigo’s directly.  That cock was coring space into Jake’s puffy, shaved hole. Not fucking, Marco thought – it was coring out that hole. Because “fucking” was too light a term for what Rodrigo was doing to that prone ass.

    Marco licked his lips in anticipation again. That hole would be so fucking welcoming when it was his turn, again!

    “Eu te disse a verdade amigo! – Marco replied to Rodrigo, high-fiving him over Jake’s prone body – “Mas poe ele em frente a dois negoes dotados e você vai ver a safadeza… Não se consegue controlar”

    Marco swivelled his hips and plunged his cock deep into Jake’s throat.  He grabbed him by the hair and kept him there for a while. These hours of training had increased Jake’s abilities to hold his breath. He touched the muscled hunk’s throat. It felt packed and hot, veins bulging.

    “Doing so good stud…” Marco rasped “ So fucking good”.

     He then uncorked Jake’s throat with a meaty slurping sound. As he pulled out, he held his dick, slapping Jake’s chiselled features once for good measure. Jake’s face was glossy with spit and pre-cum, his mouth slack and open. But even in that state of utter disarray the only expression in his face was hunger. His tongue was chasing the strings of precum connecting the cock in front of him. He reminded Marco of a baby bird needing a feed. And he going to feed him more – later… First, they needed to have a little chat.

    Marco kneeled down until he was at eye level with Jake’s face. He pushed a brown bottle of poppers to Jake’s left nostril, while he pressed down at the right one. The jock bottom’s eyes were glassy from the potent combination of the fumes, his own debasement and just sheer arousal. He couldn’t even blame the caipirinhas he had in the bar. He knew he was in trouble when he saw Rodrigo serving drinks at the bar, wearing low riding swim trunks that hid nothing of the thick beauty inside. He knew he had lost when he saw the amused gazes between Marco and Rodrigo as they caught him looking at both their packed crotches.

    “Sniff deep buddy… Yeah…. Sniff real deep.” Marco told Jake, as he swiftly changed the bottle from nostril to nostril.

    Rodrigo pulled back to the tip and Jake felt the emptiness that his cock left inside him again. He then inhaled the poppers deeply until the thwack of the smack between the top’s pelvis and his butt filled the room. The the cock stab brought him back down to Earth from the cloud he was floating on.

    His body shivered. It hurt a bit, but it felt so good… Jake’s ass was hungry now. It just wanted the punishing strokes – wanted more of them. His hole would take everything the two studs would have to give it.

    In the back of his mind he kept thinking of all the times he fantasised about being double dicked in front of Marco.

    Would they?

    Would they do it?

    Or would Jake have to beg?

    A dark part of him he wished they would make him beg, even as the strings of his conscious mind hoped they wouldn’t. Because being on his knees in front of them would begging for two dicks blow his mind in ways he didn’t like to think of.

    Marco grabbed Jake’s jaw in his hands and snapped his fingers in front of his glassy eyes.

    “Earth to Jake!” He said with mirth in his eyes. His tone was mischievous, and he smiled at the fact that Jake’s face couldn’t stand still.

    Every time his hole was rammed, his muscular body moved forward shaking the sofa and propelling Jake forward.

    “Aren’t you wondering what Rodrigo just said jock boy? What asked?” Marco said

    “I’ll translate it for you. He was saying that your fuck hole was really tight. Yes… He was surprised! You seemed like such a natural sucking his dick that he thought I had been lying when I told him you were a top”.

    Jake felt his cheeks flushed with blood. And it wasn’t the pounding at his back door. It was the pleasurable and slightly humiliating knowledge that YES he was an alpha top. Just not here and not now.

    “I just told him you usually lost control with fat black cocks” Marco said it conversationally. As if it was an acknowledged fact, like the sun rising in the east. The sun rose in the east and Jake was a slut for fat black dicks. Jake couldn’t think he could flush more, but he found could. It was a full body flush this time. It warmed hip up and made him clench his hole.

    “Feeling like a top now, stud boy?” Marco whispered in Jake’s ear. He then slid three fingers into Jake’s slackened mouth.

    Another stab from Rodrigo and Marco’s fingers went deep. To his surprise, Jake didn’t choke. Marco smiled.

    “I see your gag reflex his tamed” he said, wiggling his fingers and pushing them deeper “Too much cock will do that to you… Top boy! Now answer my question”

    Jake shook his head side to side, drool falling freely on Marco’s hand.

    “I didn’t hear it!” Marco’s voice was clipped, and Jake’s few remaining defences collapsed. Mouth full of fingers, hole filled with cock he replied as best he could.

    “Nagh… Bothom boeh…” Jake answered.

    Marco’s usually vacant perma-smile wasn’t there. His teeth glinted like fangs on a hungry wolf.

    “Rodrigo can’t hear you buddy!”

    “Nagh… Bothom boeh…” Jake answered.

    “Not loud enough…” Marco said, wriggling his fingers, making Jake gargle. At that moment Rodrigo buried himself in Jake, lifted one of his legs and rotated his massive cock in his stretched hole.

    Lights exploded behind Jake’s eyes as Marco took his fingers from his mouth. Jake screamed “I’m a bottom boy” at the top of his lungs, as his cock spurted a massive load all over himself and the sofa, his body bending upwards like a bow, all muscles straining.

    He slumped into the back of the sofa again, muscled arms lying limply, body covered in sweat and meaty dick still buried inside him. Rodrigo’s smaller frame rocked him back and forth over the cum puddle on the sofa leather. One of his hands milking Jake’s still hard dick of the last dregs of his orgasm, while the other pulled and massaged his massive balls. Jake felt his creamy cum dripping from his abs.

    “Colhoes de garanhao… Tao grandes e cheios… Vou esvaziar essa esporra toda, gringo” Rodrigo crooned.

    Marco raised Jake’s chin again and looked at him again. This time Jake recognised his buddy there, smiling conspiratorially. Marco winked. But as soon as Jake winked back, lid crusty with precum and sweat, Marco’s smile disappeared again. In its place was the glinting wolf smile

    Marco stood up. He swivelled his hips and casually smacked Jake’s face with his leaking, veiny cock. The sound rose above Rodrigo’s grunts and Jake’s mewling. He kept swivelling his hips.

    “Rodrigo (smack) says that your balls (smack) are fucking huge, like a stallion’s (smack, smack) He said we are going to empty them all tonight, white boy”.

    Marco pried open Jake’s mouth with his finger and rested the head of his dick on the swirling tongue. Completely in the zone, Jake sucked the pre-cum leaving from it as if it was candy.

    “Marco, cara, eu tenho umas ideias para o que a gente pode fazer com o gringo passivo. Da uma ajuda para mim irmão?

    Jake shivered in anticipation. He didn’t know what they were saying, but he knew whatever they dished out he would take. His mind raced back to the moment he left this flat with Marco for a nightcap in the bar Rodrigo bartended on. He had come a long way in less than eight hours…


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  • James B

    Friday Night in the Mountains

    James’ quiet load in my mouth as Ted was leaving seems to have been a changing point in my life, as odd as that may sound. I really hadn’t had much else to eat that whole day, to the point that I had really been noticing the difference in flavors of the guys and their cum, and their piss, even more so with Ted and his ethnic crew, who also seemed to add smells I wasn’t really sure I was familiar with.

    So having James comfort my sore body brought me back to his smell, his taste. I was noticing that now more than I ever had in the past, no matter how often Brent and Elmer had fucked me, or Tony, no matter how thrilling that had initially seemed, especially as it continued. I thanked James as he unloaded in me, and James kissed me more tenderly than he ever had so far, spitting gently into my mouth and swirling his tongue all over inside my willing mouth.

    But of course then he said goodbye to Ted as he and his guys headed off, with Ted reminding him not to be stingy with the other guys, and then discussing something with James as those guys headed off. James came back to let me know what a good time his brother had had, how happy Ted was for him, as he then smiled: “I know you’ve had a busy day, baby, but everyone else has been so patient. I did my best to make sure none of them came throughout the whole show. So we do have one more surprise for you.”

    With that, he called over Tony, and the two of them led me over to something that almost looked like some kind of hitching post for horses. Tony smiled: “He does know what this is, right?” James laughed: “I’m sure he’ll figure out soon enough. I just can’t tell whether he’s going to be thinking of horses or asses.” Tony smiled and kissed him: “You’re an evil fucker. He’s lucky you love him.” James replied immediately: “You know I’ll owe you, for a very long time. Now let’s get our bitch set up for a nice afternoon for that sexy cunt.”

    I looked at both of them. James was the first to talk: “You really will get used to this, baby. These guys have needs, and that pussy needs their cum. You can respond however you want. Crying may be better than yelling out though, since I’m not really sure how horny everyone might be. Ted and his guys used you pretty damn well. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a rosebud like that before.”

    With that, the two of them tied me to the post, and spread my legs out as far as they could. Of course as they did so, some of the other guys started heading over as well. “She’s not going anywhere, so each of you do your thing. We’re just trying to sort out whether a blindfold would be good.” To which someone, maybe Brett?, called out: “Fuck yeah. Maybe by the end of the weekend she’ll be able to tell with her eyes closed who’s breeding her, both throat and ass.”

    James kissed me: “Do your best, baby. Just think of those hot pussies you’ve watched in films. The female ones.” As he squoze my tits. “We’ll take some nice pics that we can share later. These guys are never going to forget this weekend.” Tony laughed: “Until we do the next one.” And James kissed me again.

    I was tied down tightly enough that I really had nowhere to go, as dick after dick entered my cunt and my mouth. I started wishing more and more that I actually was a girl. I halfway cried out once, with the result that whoever was in me pounded way harder, as I remembered what James had told me. That led to my crying, which somehow also made me way more emotional, as I thought of how much I loved James, how lucky I was to be the center of attention, and how beautiful each of these guys’ dicks were, as they shot load after load up my ass, down my throat, even to the point that a couple of them gagged me into coughing cum up and out of my nose, and two of them even dumping inside the blindfold so I ended up with cum in my eyes.

    As sore as I was, I was surprised at how much I was loving the attention and the smell. Even my throat seemed to be getting used to being fucked, to the point that I was enjoying the feel of the biggest dicks going well beyond where I thought I used to gag, and even more so the pride of knowing that I was totally deepthroating at least most of them, with my nose buried in their pubes as they unloaded in me. I was loving the smell, the taste, even the sounds, especially of a dick going in and out of my well-loaded ass, and of each guy as they moaned as their dicks unloaded in me.

    My ass was another story all together. The pain of getting fucked almost turned into the pain of not having a dick deep in me, and I gradually paid more and more attention to when one of them was all the way inside, both as they rubbed their pubes against my tender hole as well as deep in my gut when it felt like there really wasn’t anywhere else for their huge dicks to go. I thought how nice it would be to have their babies. I thought my ass must actually look like a vagina. I thought how nice it felt every time someone unloaded in me. I wondered if I might actually be able to tell whose dick was doing what to me, as I thought of what a beautiful set of huge dicks were there. I even worried how sad it would be when the weekend would end, although I was hopeful about what the future might hold.

    Throughout, James seemed to be there almost every time someone unloaded in me. He continued to coach me how to swallow, how to keep my legs spread. He continued to tell me he loved me. It even seemed like he did his best to kiss me each time I took another load, even as he lovingly called me his whore.

    And then it was over, and he and Tony started to untie me. Towards the end, James told Tony he would finish up, with Tony kissing us both, calling me his son and telling me he loved me, and quietly telling James he should put a ring on my finger and claim me as his bride. James smiled: “Let me help him sleep. We can have a ceremony in the morning. You did bring the ring, right?”

    Emotion ran through my entire body as James freed me up and took me to the camper: “I really hope you’ve had a wonderful day, baby.” My body continued to shake on and off. Cum continued to ooze on and off out of my ass. Whenever he could, James would catch it and rub it somewhere on my.

    I really would never have guessed I could survive all that.

    And I drifted off to sleep in his arms.


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  • The Stepbrother

    Alex could hear panting, and grunting, as he walked up the back stair well, to his room. His parents were gone, and aside from a couple of the crew members, working on the new addition, the only other person who would be home, would be his step brother, Ted. He hadn’t seen Ted in a few months, since he went to boot camp, but the often shared a room, when he wasn’t at his Mom’s.

    Alex waited outside the door, listening. Ted was really going at it, and he could hear him grunting, and cussing as he jerked off. He was starting to get hard, but knew his parents would be home, soon, and didn’t want an awkward situation, so he decided to make a joke of it, and barged through the door. “What’s going on!?” He jumped through the door, laughing. Ted jumped off his bed, dick in hand, as cum started shooting across the floor, toward Alex. He jumped, back, as Ted threw a pillow at him, “you fuckin faggot!” Alex grabbed the pillow, and threw it back. 

    Ted was sweaty, and red, still cumming, as he sat on his bed, covering himself with the pillow. “Fuck, dude…” Ted fell back, holding the pillow over his crotch, and covering his face with his arm. He was breathing so heavy, every muscle clenching. Alex noticed he’d been working out, and hard, by the looks of it. His glistening body, had developed some thick body hair, too, while he’d been away. He had blonde, and brown body hair, just below the collar bones, swirling down his deep chest line, and around his nipples, gathering in a thick line down the center of his body, getting darker, toward his crotch. His legs were covered in blonde hairs, and glistening, in the light coming through the window. 

    Alex was giggling, but also aroused, as he flopped back on his bed. “Dude, chill, everyone jerks off. You should probably lock the door next time.” “Fuck you.” Ted was still lying there, with his face covered, his body still red, and panting. “You must’ve built up quite the load, dude, shit.” Alex was admiring the heavy cum spots across the wooden floor boards. The room had a thick musk and cum odor in the air. He got up, and walked across the room, to open the window, glancing over, taking in the site of Ted, lying across his bed. He remembered when they were kids, and how big their beds seemed. Now, Ted filled most of the queen-size frame.

    He pulled the blinds all the way open, and cranked open the windows, looking down at the drive way, below. “You try getting off, with a room full of dudes. It’s not easy finding alone time at camp.” Ted sat up, still holding the pillow over his crotch. “Mom’s gonna kill you, if you ruin those pillows, dude, she just ordered those last week.” “Fuck.” Ted lifted the pillow, and ripped off the case. It had a large dark stain in the middle, with thick, white cum smears across the side of the stain. Ted was still hard, and his dick pointed out, over his thigh. His balls were dark red, and draped heavily between his hairy thighs, his shaft still wet, with pre, and post cum dribble. Alex swallowed hard, and tried not to stare, catching Ted’s eyes, as he looked up his hairy body. “Wow.” “Yeah, you like, faggot?” “Fuck you.” He turned, and went back to his bed, picking up his bag, off the floor. He dumped his clothes out, into the basket next to his bed, and turned around, seeing Ted, still naked, half sitting up in bed. “You want me to take your load down?” “Yeah,” Ted stood up, with a smirk, his hard dick swaying back and forth, appearing even larger, now, arching upward, toward the ceiling. 

    Alex stood there, awkwardly, while Ted stripped his bed, wadding the bedding up in one bundle, his hairy ass clenching, as he bent over the bed, pulling at the sheets. He turned, and handed the wad of fabric over to Alex, who hesitantly reached out, to take it, shifting the basket to one side. Ted still had that smirk on his face, dropping his arms down to his side, his dick standing straight out toward Alex. “Thanks bro.” He stepped slowly backward, sitting down at the edge of his bed. Alex hurriedly stepped toward the door, avoiding the gobs of cum on the floor, out the door and down the steps. His dick was rock hard under his jeans and sweatshirt. He got to the laundry room, and started sorting his clothes, realizing he should probably do a load of bedding first, before his Mom found the soiled linens. 

    He started the washer, and started separating the items, dropping them into the basin, while it filled with water. He reached into the pocket of linens, feeling the cold wetness smear across his fingers, and palm. He pulled his hand out slowly, seeing a small string of cum, split off, as he turned his hand, to look at his palm. He lifted it to his face, sniffing the sweet, and musky residue. His dick throbbed in his jeans, as he quickly wiped his hand on the dry side of the sheets, dropping them into the washer. He closed the hood of the machine, and turned to leave, seeing Ted standing in the door way, still naked. Still hard.

    “You like that?” Ted smiled, his eyes squinting a little. “Dude, you’re so gay.” “I was just curious.” “It smells better after I drink lemonade.” Ted walked toward Alex, squeezing past him, in the narrow corridor, his hard dick brushing against Alex’s side. “Mmm, fuck, sorry bro.” Alex turned and watched Ted go to the linens rack, and grab a couple of towels, and wash cloth. His back was even muscular, and tapered down to his bulging ass, covered in blonde hairs. It flexed, as Ted reached up, pulling the towels off the top shelf, and closing the closet doors. He turned around, smiling at Alex, and walked past him. Alex followed him back out into the back hallway of the house. “Aren’t you afraid our parents are going to see you?” “Nah, they’re out to brunch with the Croves. They’ll be gone until afternoon, you know how your Mom likes to gab.” 

    They walked through to the kitchen, and Ted set the towels on the counter, going to the refrigerator. He pulled out a simply lemonade, and squatted town to get a plastic cup from under the island. “I’m home for a few weeks.” He stood up, popping the lid off the bottle, and pouring a glass full of lemonade. He raised the cup up, and drank heavily, keeping eye contact with Alex. He licked his lips, when he was finished, and walked past Alex, picking up the towels. “I’m going to shower. I’ll see you in a few bro.” He walked back down the hall, and Alex could hear him lunge up the stairs.

    He was scrolling through his instagram, when their bathroom door opened, and Ted walked through, water dripping off his chin, his body heavily soaked, and a thin white towel, barely covering him, clinging to the wet lines of his ass, thighs and semi hard dick. The cloud of steam followed him, quickly fogging up the windows, and mirror on the back of their bedroom door. He watched as Ted walked across to his dresser, pulling out a t shirt, and shuffling through another drawer, pulling out a pair of light gray sweats. 

    He draped the shirt and pants over his footboard, and flopped down on his bed, the towel coming undone. His left side and thigh were completely exposed, and the wet terrycloth was a sheer mask, against the dark, soaked hairs, and thick shaft and balls. Alex squirmed slightly, feeling his dick hardening again. “You can look, I don’t care bro.” Ted pulled his right leg up, causing the towel to completely slide down the opposite side, fully revealing himself to Alex. He propped himself up on one arm, and looked across the room at Alex. “I can cum like five times before I’m even tired.” He reached down, adjusting his dick shaft, to rest across his thigh, pointing toward Alex. 

    Alex dropped his phone, and sat up, turning toward Ted. “Ok, so what? You want me to admit that you look hot, and I like what I see?” “Nah, I already know. Remember when we were kids?” Ted smirked again, winking at Alex. ‘Yeah, let’s not talk about that.” Alex felt his cheeks getting red, and shook his head, looking down. “I’ve grown up a little, since then.” “I’ve noticed. Let me see what you’ve got.” Ted nodded toward Alex. “No, no, I’m good.” Ted quickly stood up, and walked over. Alex noticed Ted’s dick had grown a little, thickening into a clear semi hardon. There was a small strand of pre cum oozing out the tip. 

    Ted stood over him, looking down. “Come on pussy.” He reached out, pulling at Alex’s sweat shirt. Alex shrugged, and looked up at Ted, who looked down on him, with that same smirk. “Want me to help you?” Ted reached down, slowly pulling at the sleeves, as Alex raised his arms up. “There you go.” He let Ted undress him, and sat back, taking in all of Ted. “Not bad little bro. Becoming an adult has been good for both of us.” 

    Ted reached down, pulling at the button on Alex’s jeans. “I’ll do it.” Alex scooted to the edge of the bed, standing up, and quickly unbuttoning his jeans, letting them drop to the floor. He was hard, before he stood fully up. ‘Beautiful.” “What?” “You’ve got beautiful skin bro.” Ted reached out, running his rough finger, down Alex’s smooth torso, letting it trail off, lighting grazing the light happy trail Alex had proudly grown out. 

    They stood there, looking at each other. Ted was fully erect, his dick just centimeters from Alex’s crotch. Alex was hard as well, but he’d measured only six inches a few days ago, when he had curiously explored his body. He was guessing Ted to be at least eight and a half inches. “Do you want to touch it?” Ted took Alex’s hand, guiding it down his hairy abs, leaving it pressed against the warm, hairy, muscular groin. Alex could feel Ted’s warm breath against his shoulder, as he pushed his hand down, through the thick hair, feeling Ted flex his muscles, as Alex explored the thick bush, surrounding Ted’s shaft. He hesitated, but felt Ted flex his dick, as it arched up, grazing Alex’s forearm. He swallowed hard, and reached down, quickly stroking Ted’s thick shaft. 

    It was hard, and moist, and felt almost unreal, as it flexed beneath his grip. “Whoa, slow down brow, shit.” Ted grabbed Alex’s arm. He giggled, looking down at Alex. “It’s really sensitive.” Alex looked down, seeing a thick strand of precum drop to the wooden floor. “Shit.” He looked up at Ted, who shrugged and smiled. “Yeah, I pre cum a lot, before I shoot a load. If I ever want to get someone pregnant, I’m sure it’ll be one and done.” He smirked as Alex tightened his grip, and jerked him slowly. Alex couldn’t believe how much pre cum was oozing out of Ted’s dick. He  wiped at the head, with his opposite fingers, and reached up to smell it. It was super sweet. 

    “See? I told you, when I drink lemonade.” “Damn, it almost smells like candy.” Ted walked over, and sat on Alex’s bed, patting the spot next to him. Alex stepped over, and sat next to him. “Face me,” Ted sat against the footboard of Alex’s bed, and Alex followed the instruction. “Spread your legs.” Alex spread his legs, as Ted pushed his legs through, under Alex’s knees, until his long legs were at Alex’s sides. He pulled at Ted’s feet, spreading his legs further, and resting Alex’s feet at his sides. Ted’s strong legs propped up Alex’s thighs, and he scooted closer toward him. “Now, hand me a pillow, and put one behind your back. 

    Alex followed the instruction, and they both sat, propped, facing each other. “Like that sleepover night.” “Yeah, I remember.” Ted scooted closer, pushing Alex’s thighs up further, their balls touching, and started to slowly jerk off. He watched Alex’s expression, as Alex, too, started to stroke his dick. He wanted to cum the moment he took hold of his shaft, but it would be more intense, if he allowed himself to build up, with Ted. 

    They were going at it for awhile, and the temperature in the room rose, along with the thickness of man musk. They were both breathing heavily, taking turns closing their eyes, allowing their heads to tilt back. Ted was covered in sweat, after a few rounds and pausing and starting again, his muscles flexing throughout the interaction. Alex was calm, and collected, although he’d been soaking his short pubes, with the copious amount of pre cum he’d discharged. He felt warm, and excited, feeling Ted’s sweaty, hairy shins beneath his thighs. “Fuck, I wanna cum so bad bro,” Ted stared straight into Alex’s eyes. “Are you close?” “I’m ready when you are.” 

    Alex felt his eyes rolling back, just imagining what it would feel like, if Ted were ready to blow, in him. He’d only been fucked a couple of times in his life, but not by anyone as hot as Ted. This new body was really working for him. He felt Ted’s thighs shaking, as Ted gripped Alex’s body, with his legs, scooting even closer, so their balls were throbbing against each other, their knuckles occasionally meeting in the middle, while they stroked. “I’m gonna bust soon, fuck, I can feel it happening.” “Ok, I can cum too.” “Are you sure? Shit.” Ted’s eyes widened, as he suddenly sat up, clenching his fist at the base of his shaft, his dick head turning a dark red. “Fuck…”

    Ted started cumming littles spurts, as he held his breath, but it was too late. He let go, and leaned back, closing his eyes. His thick dick shot spurt after spurt of white cum, all over Alex’s crotch, thighs, and stomach. He shifted his body, as his dick arched back up, spurting a bit on his hairy abs. Alex felt Ted’s load, slick his shaft and balls over, as his stroking increased, creating a thick lubricant. He moaned, and gripped Ted’s thighs tightly, with his legs, as he came all over his stomach. His load was small, but thick, but combined with Ted’s, it looked like a horse jizzed all over him. He could feel the cum pooling, and dribbling down his sides, trying to catch some of it, with his hands, it was no use. He just lay back, and closed his eyes, as his body trembled slightly, and his dick throbbed out the remainder of his orgasm.

    They both lay still for a few minutes, it seemed, until they heard the sound of the garage door open. “Fuck!” Alex gasped, and sat up, quickly. He got off the bed, feeling cum trickling down his belly, over his crotch, and down his thighs. Ted was quickly behind him, still hard, pressing up against him, from behind, scooping up the mess. “Bro, you’re going to get it everywhere.” They both started giggling, and Alex turned, to smear some of it on Ted’s abs. They playfully shoved at each other, and Alex ran to the bathroom, starting up the shower. Ted was right behind him, his used towel in hand. Alex jumped in, followed by Ted, and they quickly soaped up, and sprayed each other off, hurriedly. They dressed quickly, Alex undoing his bedding, and bringing it with them down the stairs. Ted went out to the big room, to greet their parents, and Alex switched out their laundry, throwing his sheets in with his dirty clothes, and started the cycle. 

    “Both of you guys home at the same time? This is nice!” Alex’s Mom hugged them both, quickly walking past them to the kitchen. “I brought leftovers, if you guys want, but I’m sure your Dad will be taking us out to dinner later, Theodore.” “Theodore, oooh,” Alex winked at Ted. “So what have you boys been up to? Did you see the new bedding I ordered?” “Oh, yeah, thank you. It’s…it seems durable.” Ted winked at Alex. “Your old bedding is just in the storage closet, but I figured you could use something fresh, and new.” “Yeah, I’m sure I’ll get a lot of use out of them.” Alex could see the outline of Ted’s dick hardening in the thin fabric of the gray sweats, and he turned to go toward the stairs, Ted following right behind him.


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  • To the Hessian Hills

    Virginia had said it wanted the British and Hessian prisoners, but it wasn’t fully prepared to receive them. When George Washington, the military commander for the colonialists, decided that Boston was just too close to where there were British troops in strength to be confident the large number of prisoners from the Battle of Saratoga wouldn’t just be freed and returned immediately to the fighting, he faced a quandary of what to do with them. Eyeing the logistical burden they had been on the Boston area, even though they had added to the economy of the region, Pennsylvania bowed out as a possible place of relocation at that time. Only Virginia made a bid, and the bid was made by the prominent political leader Thomas Jefferson, who saw the advantage—and, in particular, the personal advantage—of locating them in central Virginia, where he himself lived.

    The British captives—especially the officers—were welcome because, of all the colonies, Virginia had the closest ties to England and the English aristocracy. Many of the British soldiers had relatives in Virginia who were worried for their welfare and ready to host them for the duration of the war. As for the Hessians, Jefferson’s reasoning was personal. He was a man close to European art, architecture, and music. He knew there were carpenters, artists, cooks, and musicians among the Germans. Jefferson was an architect himself, in the Italian and French style mainly, but any European influence was interesting to him. Having seen what the Hessians did for the Boston merchants in terms of building mansions, Jefferson wanted cheap and experienced labor to do the same for the plantation houses he was designing for his friends in and around Charlottesville.

    Artisans such as Lawrence and Johann fell in closely with Jefferson’s plans, but first they had to survive the winter of 1779, which hit Virginia particularly hard. The reception they received when the weary trekkers at last made it down to Virginia in January, 1779, was not propitious.

    They were first brought to the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains, a few miles west of Charlottesville, which lay between the Blue Ridge and the Southwest Mountains immediately to the east of the town. A hilly area had been designated for them and named the Hessian Hills. It was reached from Charlottesville by a road being built that was named Barracks Road, because it led to the barracks of the internment camp. But accommodations had not been completed for the prisoners before they arrived, and they even had to construct the last couple of miles of Barracks Road themselves. The British officer captives—and even the Hessian commanders, such as Baron Riedesel—were taken in by area landowners and entertained in style, but enlisted prisoners such as Johann and guards such as Lawrence were left to establish their own means of surviving the winter. They found half-constructed log cabins in dense woods on hilly terrain, few provisions, and a landscape swirling in snow.

    Attrition stepped up over the winter. Many men died from exhaustion and exposure. Many more just walked off in search of better conditions. By now the American military strategists weren’t that worried anymore that these men would get back to their home-forces lines. If they were absorbed into the local population, that was all for the good for the economy and was that many fewer mouths to feed and lives to control.

    By spring, though, Jefferson and his friends had sorted out what the talents and abilities of this influx of manpower was, and the surviving men were put to work, basically in two sections. Jefferson lived on a mountaintop of the Southwest Range above the Rivanna River just to the east of Charlottesville. Most of his friends lived on plantations in the same area. The land west of the town and toward the Blue Ridge was being developed by more recent residents, many of them of Scots-Irish descent. Jefferson siphoned off the more skilled and talented of the Hessians for his own needs. The first Hessians, in fact, to leave the Hessian Hills and relocate to the base of the small mountain Jefferson’s home, Monticello, topped were members of a band of musicians who accompanied Jefferson on his violin. Lawrence and Johann were in the next wave of men relocated to the east. Both of their skills were in high demand to turn Jefferson’s European-style house designs into finely constructed buildings for himself and his friends, and, in particular for the interior plaster work that Johann specialized in that was popular at the time in Europe.

    Living conditions for Lawrence and Johann and the other artisans snapped up by Jefferson immediately improved over those in the Hessian Hills. They were not so much better, though, that Johann shook the control of Lawrence. They still roomed together. Lawrence was still the jailer, and Johann was still his personal prisoner. Still, the improved conditions and now living together with other artisans in a village meant that Lawrence had to dispense with hobbling Johann at night.

    Johann had ratcheted back his expectations for life. He lost himself in his work and was known in this period to be noncommunicative and withdrawn into himself. By all outward appearances, he welcomed the control of Lawrence—and Johann was too tired of life to try to dispel this impression. All he lived for now was his plaster art. There no longer seemed any threat of him trying to escape his lot in life.

    That was until an afternoon in late June 1779, when a contingent of landowners from the west of town rode over to the artisan village at the base of Monticello Mountain to consult with Jefferson on house plans and to contract for the services of specialists such as Johann.

    Johann was in a field near the artisan village, drying plaster medallions on boards laid across sawhorses, when the visitors from the west rode in. His eyes first went to a thin, elderly gentleman, very gray and gaunt looking, but elegantly dressed and patrician looking and riding his fine horse like he was a bred huntsman. Johann thought he looked handsome and very much in his element. But then his eyes slid away from that gentlemen to the one riding close beside him and being very solicitous of the elderly gentleman.

    August! It had to be August. But it couldn’t be. The man turned and looked at Johann then, though, and Johann realized that it indeed was August—seemingly back from the dead. The joyful expression on August’s face acknowledged that August recognized Johann as well.

    As the elderly gentleman was getting down from his horse, August leaned over to him, whispered something, and then dismounted and walked slowly over to where Johann was.

    The two dared not embrace, although it was obvious they both wanted to. Johann looked around nervously, trying to locate where Lawrence was. But he was nowhere in sight. He was to be among those who met with the gentleman from the western side of town in the village’s central hall, so he was fully occupied for at least the moment.

    “You’re . . .” Johann stammered as August hobbled as close to his former lover as he could without breaking down and rushing into Johann’s arms.

    “Yes, I’m alive,” August said. “I know it is a shock for you—much more than for me. I looked for you for the last month in the Hessian Hills. But not finding you there, and hoping you were still alive, I thought I might see you here today.”

    “The last month?”

    “Yes, I wasn’t well before that. A wagon picked me up right after you left, so I rode the rest of the way here. I had blacked out and didn’t regain consciousness until we were well ahead of where you were marching.”

    A wagon, Johann thought. The wagon that had nearly run him off the road that day when he was lost in grief.

    “Oh, August,” he said in a low, trembly voice.

    “Not here, not now,” August said. “But soon, I promise . . . I hope. Is Lawrence still here? Are you still with him . . . under his control?”

    “Yes,” Johann answered in a weak voice.

    “Then we will have to be careful. If I were to find a way to help you escape, would you come with me?”

    “Yes, oh yes. You need not even ask that.”

    “I thought that you and Lawrence—”

    “I had become resigned to living with Lawrence and fully under his control. Because . . . because . . . but you are alive. I almost can’t believe you are alive. But help me escape? I don’t understand.”

    “Did you see that man I was riding beside?”

    “Yes.”

    “That’s Edwin Rutledge, one of the big landowners out near the Blue Ridge Mountains. Since I was ill, I was taken to his house, which he had permitted to be made into a temporary infirmary. He took an interest in me. And he wants to expand his house. When he learned I was an architectural draftsman . . . and when we became better acquainted . . . and he never married and is childless. We, well we . . .”

    “Are you sleeping with him? Are you fucking him?”

    “Yes. He’s taken me in as a son, but he doesn’t treat me like a son in private.”

    “I see.”

    “It needn’t preclude anything between you and me, Johann. He’s simply an old and lonely man.”

    “And a rich one. One you are fucking.”

    “I am giving him release; he isn’t well enough for more. But that can be set to our advantage. The surgeon in Saratoga was willing to share you. I’m sure Edwin will be willing to share me. He need not even know about it. He will need your skills in the building of his house. I will tell him you are a friend of mine who I’d like housed during that time. He’ll be willing, I’m sure. Your skills will guarantee his interest and a job on his plantation. And we can be discreet. We were so with Lawrence.”

    “To a point,” Johann said. But he sighed in resignation. This was better than he had a right to hope for. Ten minutes earlier his lover was dead to him. Now he was alive again—and making plans for them to be together. Even if it had to be in secret again.

    “So, you want me to escape and come to the Hessian Hills?”

    “To Rutledge Hall, west of the Hessian Hills. The life will be a better one than you’ve ever known. In time, I’ll tell Edwin. If he wants me badly enough, he’ll share.”

    “But—”

    “Hssst. I see Edwin coming. And Lawrence isn’t far behind him. He can’t see me. I must go. Somehow I will contact you again and get you out of here.”

    August withdrew then and, mounting his horse, tried to hide in the group of men rising into their saddles until Edwin Rutledge was in his saddle and ready to ride out.

    But Lawrence did catch a glimpse of August and, although not being sure, did recognize at least that there was the danger of another man talking to Johann as Johann stood in the field, bare-chested and extremely desirable to any man interested in men.

    That night Lawrence quizzed Johann with his fists on who Johann had been talking to. “Was it August?” he kept asking after he had hit Johann. Johann wouldn’t reveal anything, though.

    And so, Johann was fucked more roughly than he had been in months—and the hobbles came out again.

    * * * *

    Johann was simply laying back, letting August support him with an arm encircling his waist, as Johann sat in August’s lap, the two facing each other, August’s legs stretched out on the master bed in Rutledge Hall, one leg in a brace, and Johann’s legs wrapped around August’s buttocks. Johann’s torso and head were arched back and his arms just dangling at his side. Total surrender. August’s cock was reengorging inside Johann’s channel, already having creamed Johann deep inside once and slowly working up to a second ejaculation as he rocked back and forth against Johann, causing the cock to rub against his lover’s passage walls and move deeper inside him as the staff thickened and lengthened.

    It wasn’t lost on Johann that this was a position Lawrence had often used with him. But, with Lawrence, it usually came after a beating and was dispensed with anger and domination as Johann just lay there in the American soldier’s arms too exhausted and weak from the rough treatment to do more than surrender all. It was a surrender with August too, but one of total trust and affection—and want.

    As often was the case over the last month, August had come to Johann in the heat of the month the Hessian draftsman was named for, while Johann was stripped down out on the lawn of Rutledge Hall, working on drying the medallions to be used in the parlor of the hall’s new wing.

    August had watched Johann work for several minutes and then had come over and drawn the smaller man into his embrace, given him a deep kiss, and whispered, “I can’t believe we are together again. I want you to come upstairs with me.”

    “You are always wanting me to come upstairs with you these days,” Johann said with a happy laugh. “But I have plaster all over me. We can’t fuck in our bed with me dirty like this. And now you’re dirty too.”

    “Then we must both sluice our bodies before going upstairs,” August answered with a grin. “Or maybe I’ll just fuck you when we are both standing, naked, under the water bucket. Or maybe then and upstairs too.”

    “Can you never get enough?” Johann asked, a hint of tease on his lips because he was holding the bulge of August’s groin when he was saying this.

    “No, never,” August had said.

    “The men—”

    “. . . will just continue working,” August said. “They know all about us, and I am the boss now.”

    And, indeed, August was the boss now at Rutledge Hall.

    He had not come for Johann in the artisan’s village at the base of Monticello Mountain until the middle of July. Johann had thought he wouldn’t come at all—that maybe it was just an aberration even that August was still alive. Or that Rutledge had seen August’s interest in Johann and put a stop to any future contact between the two.

    But August did come, and he brought four of his men—the same carpenters and bricklayers who were working on Rutledge Hall now. The four men came in the guise of consulting Lawrence. They were men who offered no criticism of what August and Johann were to each other, as they shared similarly between the four of them. The conspirators took Lawrence to the makeshift tavern for ale, which left August to find Johann and to spirit him away on an extra horse the men had brought.

    “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner,” August told Johann when he found him. “But there was the funeral and then the lawyers to deal with.”

    “The funeral?” Johann asked.

    “Yes, Edwin died—just days after we had ridden over here and I found you. It had been coming on for some time, but he fought for a normal life and a planned future to the end. He somehow wanted to believe that if he worked on expanding Rutledge Hall, he would live to see it completed. He didn’t, but I promised to do it for him.”

    “And the lawyers had to be brought in because Rutledge’s heirs didn’t want the work completed and didn’t want you around anymore?”

    “No. I am Rutledge’s heir. His only one. The lawyers only came in to ensure that all was settled. I’m the master of Rutledge Hall now, Johann. I’m free to do as I please and I have the means to do it. And one of the things I will have is you, if you will come home with me.”

    Johann could hardly believe his good fortune, but here he was, no longer a prisoner, working on this beautiful mansion among lush fields in the shadow of the Blue Ridge Mountains, and sharing the bed of the master of Rutledge Hall, the man he’d pined for for years now, August.

    With a grunt, August came again deep in Johann’s channel, and it was only then that Johann noticed that it was too quiet in the house. The four Hessian prisoners August had given jobs to—and thus had freed from internment in the Hessian Hills—had all stopped working. Johann turned his face to the tall window by the bed and saw him.

    Lawrence was astride a horse on the front lawn of the house. The four workmen were fanned around him, the tools of their trade held in their fists to be used as weapons, if necessary.

    “It’s Lawrence,” Johann hissed at August. “He’s come for me.”

    “We always knew he would,” August answered, holding Johann fast in his embrace, as Johann had involuntarily tried to bolt from the bed. “We knew he’d ask and ask until he had some idea where you were and that he’d then come for you. But my men will send him away. They won’t even say that either you or I are here.”

    “But he’ll recognize them as the men who drew his attention away from my escape.”

    “Certainly. If he’s made it to the front lawn here, he has determined what has happened and who has done it—or he has deep suspicions. But I worked with the lawyers. You are free too now. Lawrence has no hold over you that you don’t allow him to have.”

    “You don’t know Lawrence very well,” Johann said. “The law and lawyers will mean nothing to him. He’ll see me dead before he’ll let me be free.”

    “You don’t want to go with Lawrence, do you?” August asked. He occasionally had asked that, seeking assurances that Johann wanted to stay with him.

    “No, I want to stay with you, here, as long as you will have me,” Johann answered. “I at last feel I’ve found someplace I want to stay. I have always been fleeing from somewhere to somewhere else that was not much better. This, here in Hessian Hills, and with you, is the ‘better’ I’ve always been seeking. I think I’ve always been moving toward you—and the Hessian Hills.”

    It did prove to be the case that August underestimated Lawrence’s tenacity, however. For the next year and a half, Lawrence continued to show up periodically, trying to assure himself that Johann was here at Rutledge Hall, and if he could be found here, whether or not Lawrence could capture him back.

    In the spring of 1781, though, Johann thought he could, at last, breathe a sigh of relief and truly feel free. Word came down that those prisoners still interned in the Hessian Hills were being moved yet again—this time to the Reading, Pennsylvania, area. Presumably their guards would go with them, and this would bring Lawrence back to near his farm and maybe prompt him just to go home. He probably had another captive in tow now anyway, Johann thought. Johann knew that Lawrence couldn’t go long without another man to dominate. Surely among the artisans at the base of Monticello Mountain there was another man who suited Lawrence’s need—both in a sexual nature and in providing him another set of skilled hands in building construction.

    But maybe Lawrence didn’t return to Pennsylvania with the remnants of the Battle of Saratoga internees, Johann thought. Regardless, after the internees were marched off to Pennsylvania, Johann and August were not plagued with the specter of Lawrence again.

    Lawrence made one last visit to Rutledge Hall just before the prisoners were marched up Barracks Road from the Hessian Hills and on toward Pennsylvania. Somehow the more skilled Hessians who Thomas Jefferson had set up below his mountaintop home were overlooked in the march and settled down in Albemarle County. Therefore, there was the fear for Johann and August at the time that Lawrence had stayed in the artisan village. August had put out feelers on whether Lawrence had another younger man in thrall, and he had, a Hessian glazier who also played the flute in Jefferson’s small, personal orchestra. But somehow that hadn’t prevented Lawrence from continuing to look for Johann.

    During Lawrence’s last visit to Rutledge Hall, Johann watched from the master bedroom window as August and his four burly workers had a heated discussion with Lawrence on the front lawn, before pulling him from his horse, divesting him of the rifle he was carrying, and tying his hands together. They put him back on his horse as the four workers brought their horses around. The last Johann saw of Lawrence was the four workers riding away with him. August came up to the bedroom then and gave Johann something other than Lawrence to think about.

    Ever thereafter Johann felt freer than he ever had before. He thought as little as possible about whether Lawrence went back to Pennsylvania with the prisoners or never made it back to meet up with the departing marchers. On occasion he thought to ask August about that, but he always decided that it would be best not to.

    He was home now—with August—by the Hessian Hills. And that was all that mattered.

    – FINI –


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  • The Landlord

    When I finally got a new job I was on the bones of my arse. Having lost my job a few months before my funds had dwindled to almost nothing and I was about to be thrown out of the fully furnished apartment I had been renting. All I could now afford now was a really basic room in a boarding house, on the wrong sides of the tracks.

    The four upstairs rooms in this establishment all had to share a communal bathroom that had two toilets, two basins, two showers, and one bath. Thankfully, all these amenities had doors and walls dividing them and were serviced at least once a day.

    In fairness, the rooms were okay and the three-quarter beds clean and comfortable. Each room also had a basin and a small bar fridge. There was also a small shelf with a kettle and a few basic bits of crockery and cutlery.

    My fellow three renters were all men of the blue-collar variety, whom I very seldom saw and our only interaction was nods of acknowledgement when we infrequently bumped into one another.

    My landlord, and owner of the establishment, lived in the downstairs area with his wife. She was a semi-invalid, whom one never saw. Huck Hammond, the landlord, was a fifty-something thickset man. He always wore elasticized shorts that were faded with age and t-shirts with logos and slogans, which he had presumably received as promotional gifts. The t-shirts were always soiled, presumably from the handiwork he did around the place.

    Huck had a broad and unattractive face, which was covered with stubble that surrounded his chin, bulbous nose, and thick lips. His eyes, which seemed too small for his head were somewhat unsettling. Huck’s hands were puffy and large, with the fattest fingers I had ever seen on a man.

    From the time we met I was always ill at ease with the way he looked at me. His gaze was intense and had a salacious undercurrent that worried me, and made me feel like I was being appraised for a carnal strike.

    Huck’s body language also bordered on the obscene as his grotesque hands constantly toured his body and crotch in a suggestive and lewd manner. In fact, I couldn’t extricate myself from his company quick enough and always kept my door locked.

    Having insisted on being paid in cash for the rent, and after I had paid my deposit, he informed me that he would collect the weekly rent in person.

    When my next rent was due one Saturday morning, there was a knock at my door. I had the envelope ready with Huck’s money, which I planned to hand to him at the door. When I opened the door, however, it was clear that my plan was not going to work because Huck had a plate with two pieces of cake on it.

    “Hi, I just wanted to find out how you are doing, so I figured that I would have a cup of coffee and a slice of cake with you,” he announced with a smile.

    With no alternative, I had to invite him in.

    As I switched on the kettle Huck said, “Looks like you are all alone upstairs for the weekend.” Huck then went on to say that the other guys were obviously away servicing pussy for the weekend. He had a strict ‘no female’ policy at the boarding house, so any fucking had to be done off the premises.

    “I envy those guys,” he said, before qualifying, “As you know my wife isn’t doing too well, health wise, so I never get laid anymore.”

    I simply gave him an apologetic grin of lament as I busied myself with the coffee preparation.

    “How about you, Adrian?” he asked, “Do you have an available pussy at your disposal?”

    “Not at the moment,” I replied.

    “Mmm,” he simply uttered with a curious look, as if evaluating whether pussy may possibly not be my thing.

    “Well, pussy isn’t for everyone,” he then stated, with his eyes licentiously trying to read my expression.

    After placing his piece of cake on a small plate, I handed it to him with his cup of coffee. Before I could offer him a spoon, however, Huck lifted the cake off his plate and wolfed it down. Once done, the next bit of behaviour from him was deliberately suggestive.

    After using one of his fat fingers to scrape the residue off his plate, his thick lips parted and his tongue emerged like a huge slug before he commenced licking his fingers clean in a pornographic fashion, as one after the next finger speared in and out of the fleshy folds of his mouth. As this happened, his indecent eyes fixatedly glared at me.

    Next, Huck wiped the residue of spit on his fingers off on his t-shirt, crudely encircling his nipples as he did so.

    As I watched him a strange excitement began to escalate within me, despite the fact that he really wasn’t my taste.

    This fucker is trying to soften me up,’ I thought to myself, and to my dismay it was actually working.

    Huck then asked me a really strange question. “Do you piss in the basin?”

    “Why do you ask?” I apprehensively enquired, worried that I had been found out.

    “Well, it would make sense and save you having to leave your room at night when you need a piss,” he reassuringly informed me.

    “Yeah, sometimes,” I answered with relief.

    After downing the last bit of coffee in his cup and putting it down, Huck then indecently gripped hold of his crotch and commenced fondling it.

    Again evaluating my expression he then rhetorically asked, “Well, on that note, you won’t mind me pissing in you basin?”

    “No, go for it,” I answered with a dry mouth, now excited by the prospect of seeing his dick.

    I could see that the fucker knew he was winning me over and that his bravado was beginning to reap rewards.

    Enjoying his victory, he now made a meal of his success. Upon inserting his right hand into the front of his pants he continued to fondle his genitals more animatedly. As he did so, his thick lips parted and the fat slug once more slowly and suggestively emerged between them.

    There was no urgency in his actions and it was like he was making me suffer for my curtness in our past interactions. He could clearly see the hungry anticipation in my eyes and was going to make me pay for my aloofness.

    As his right hand continued its fondling, his left hand slipped under his t-shirt and found its way to his moobs. The sight of his garden path and hairy stomach now almost had me gasping with lust.

    Finally, after Huck’s left hand moved south once he had given his nipples a good rub. His left hand now slowly started pushing his shorts ever downward. As I watched with my heart beating faster, the garden path began to blossom into a forest when to base of his cock came into sight.

    Thankfully, the last part of the trouser journey ended swiftly, when Huck suddenly pushed his shorts down to his thighs.

    The sight that now greeted me was even better than I had hoped for. The combination of his right hand and cock looked like a swarm of eels surrounding a large fish. Huck’s uncut dick was very thick and meaty, and the balls hanging below that were bulbous and plump.

    With a mischievous look on his face, however, it soon became clear that his torment was not yet over as he turned and moved toward the basin. Huck then slopped his dick into the basin before I heard the splashing sounds of his impressive flow of piss.

    As he finished off and rinsed the basin, Huck said, “Sorry about all the splashes around the basin, but foreskins are what they are.”

    As I was assuring Huck that it wasn’t a problem, Huck removed his t-shirt and mopped up the remaining splashes around the basin.

    “That wasn’t really necessary,” I proffered, as Huck threw the t-shirt on the floor.

    “It had to come off in any case,” Huck then stated, before letting his pants drop to the floor and kicking his shorts aside.

    Bulky as he was, I was really impressed with his body as he moved toward me. “So, does the little hard-up bitch like what she sees?” he asked in a sardonic manner.

    “Y… yes,” I stammered.

    As he now stood before me in total control, Huck informed me that I could keep the envelope with the money for my rent.

    “No… I insist on paying,” I protested.

    With a stern but horny look on his face, he replied, “Oh, believe me; you will be paying over and over again for your hard-assed insolence.”

    In a flash he ripped the shirt I was wearing off me and after turning my body, shoved me flat on the bed on my stomach. No sooner had I hit the mattress, before his hands pulled my pants and underpants off me. Then, after throwing my legs apart he knelt between them and viciously commenced slapping my arse.

    As I wailed he reminded me that there was nobody else upstairs so I could shriek as loud as I liked. He also added that his wife was practically in a coma downstairs because he had given her two strong sleeping tablets an hour ago.

    During his speech I had felt him anchoring his fat knob at my portal, before a slam-dunk took place as he drove his sledgehammer into my unwitting manhole. I had never experience such an agreeable agony in my life, and although I had no inkling about endorphins and suchlike, but whatever was happening to me was the most exhilarating experience that I had ever had. My heart began to beat really fast his fat hands took hold of my elbows and yanked my body toward him. By this stage I didn’t care if my arse would be in a sling for the flowing month.

    As Huck manically thrust behind me, the combination of his grunting and insults heightened the overall gratification of the bonding. The verbal slurs about me being a cheap whore who needed pay for his munificence certainly added a sparkle to the proceedings, and I did my best to fuel the roleplay of my subjugation by pleading for mercy.

    After Huck let go of my elbows my hair became his next target as my torso was pulled upward. This time, however, his fat fingers sought out my mouth for additional torment. It was heavenly as my mouth as got overloaded by fat sausages that could excite anyone visiting a German beer fest. Throughout all of this, Huck’s hips never faltered on their rhythmic oscillation.

    When Huck entered the final stretch, he let go of my hair and pushed me downward before placing his hands on my shoulders to anchor me for his penultimate onslaught. All the former rhythm now disappeared and his approach became discordant as he jarringly pounded my backside.

    Finally, after lowering his full weight onto me Huck’s ejaculation became chaotic, and I literally saw stars as his frenetic pounding almost totally winded me.

    After we were done he quickly got dressed and went on his way. Exciting as it had been, I would have liked a little more passion. As I glanced at the envelope, however, I thought about buying the beautiful jacket that I had seen the previous day. Sore as my arse was, I had enjoyed myself and avariciously viewed the episode with Huck as a profitable pleasure.

    As I tidied up, I picked up the tattered shirt that had been ripped off me. Smiling, I reflected upon the fact that the shirt had at least had been an old one and its destruction, well-worth the stimulation of our encounter.

    My reverie was soon interrupted when I again heard a knock at my door. As I opened the door a hand reached out and grabbed me around the throat and before I could think, I was once more on the bed on my back with Huck on top of me.

    “You are a long way off from settling your debt,” Huck said, before his lips sucked onto my mouth. As he animatedly kissed me, I hoped that the number of ‘instalments’ it would take to pay my weekly rent would be never-ending.

    After a brief oral tussle, Huck arose and hastily removed his clothing. As he did so he eyed the plate with the piece of cake I had not yet eaten. Huck now meshed his fat fingers in the slice before returning to the bed. Huck then smeared his hand all over my face and head before pushing his gooey fat fingers into my mouth.

    As I feverishly licked his fingers and hand clean, his other hand moved to my nipples and commenced tweaking them very hard.

    “Do you want more cake, boy?” he asked.

    “Fuck, yes,” I answered.

    Huck now once more got up and collected the plate before placing it on the bed next to my head. After scooping another handful, Huck began smearing the mashed sweet mess all over his crotch. After again scooping all he could off the plate, Huck then once more coated my face.

    “Looks like you’ve got a lot of cleaning to do,” he said, as he straddled my torso. With both hands now clamped around my head, he pulled my head up and rubbed his crotch into my face.

    Although I had never really had a sweet tooth, I now became fully rehabilitated as my mouth and tongue went berserk.

    After Huck began spearing my mouth with his dick, he continually kept extracting his cock and recoating it with the mess from my face.

    When my oral assault ended, Huck pulled his foreskin back and smeared the glans in the remaining residue from my face.

    Huck now repositioned himself further down my body and after lifting my legs and placing them over his shoulders, he said, “Now let’s sweeten up this arse of yours.”

    With his last load still in me, Huck’s entry was a lot more comfortable than before.

    When his hips now again commenced a steady rhythm, my hands took control of my legs to allow him to lower his torso.

    As he solidly fucked me his tantalizing mouth now toured my facial features erotically, as he licked all the crumbs and icing off my head. The entire experience was awesome, and it was like I had entered a carnal wonderland.

    After again fucking me solidly, Huck then entered the final stretch with all the gusto that would always remain his tumultuous ejaculation signature.

    As he panted after his release, he said, “Jesus, boy, we need to clean you up.”

    After grabbing a towel, I was instructed to follow him to the ablution area. Because nobody else was upstairs, we did so in the nude.

    Upon entering a shower cubicle, Huck commanded me to kneel. Unceremoniously, he aimed his dick at me and started pissing. As I got drenched by his nectar, I washed all the sweetness of my head and body before his arms lifted my frame and turned me around to face the wall.

    Next, Huck knelt behind me and pushed his face into my arse crack. As his lips suctioned onto my man-hole his fat tongue began demanding nourishment. Huck then snorted loudly as he greedily felched the double load and sweet residue from my backside.

    Once Huck had feasted to his heart’s content, my body was turned before his mouth assailed my knob. The warmth of his mouth and his magical tongue now took things to a higher level. As if that wasn’t enough, he soon had one and then two of his fat fingers in my arse. The double delight proved too much for me and soon my cock was erupting more profusely than it ever had.

    Huck had taken me to new horizons and I knew that henceforth, I would be putty in his hands. Then, as if hammering home his supremacy, my body was again turned before he fucked the living shit out of me.

    After we returned to my room he was soon on his way to prepare lunch for his wife. I simply lay on my bed more satisfied and sexually sated than I had ever been.

    Late that afternoon, Huck again visited me with a plate of food he had prepared for me.

    He did spend the night and periodically popped downstairs to see if his wife was okay.

    Thereafter, I never needed to pay my rent in cash ever again, and developed a taste for the cake he frequently brought to my room


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  • Robert and Cecil a Tudor romance

    The King had died and the funeral and coronation had taken place and as promised the Queen had kept Robert safe in her quarters. Now as Dowager Queen as she was to be known, she was making plans to take the princesses Mary and Elizabeth to Sudeley for a period of morning, Edward VI as he was to be known, was to stay with the Lords his protectors until he came of age. Thereby, the Queen Dowager and her entourage left for Sudeley all draped in Black, Robert travelling with princesses to play for them on the journey. Cecil made final plans as he could see plans were afoot to replace him, now the King was no longer around.

    He was preparing and packing his belongings as he knew he would be asked shortly to leave his quarters as the Queen had left. Late one evening he was attending to some final documents, to be prepared to hand over to his successor. When a gentle tapping came at his door.

    He opened the spy hole hidden behind a piece of tapestry and saw it was Lady Parr. He opened the door swiftly and admitted her, both anxious that they should not be seen meeting so late. He bid her Good evening and could see a worried look on her face, “Whats the matter?” he asked of her.

    She told him that there were plans that he should meet with an accident and he must leave immediately for his own safety. She was aware Robert had escaped as part of the Queens entourage, and when he found out Riche was furious, and planned revenge, as he knew the Queen Dowager was beyond him. So Cecil would bare the brunt of his anger.

    They arranged that the documents for his predecessor, must be given to lady Parr and she would see they were delivered.

    He summoned his page and told him to load a wagon and two horses with the chest and other items of value belonging to him. The jewels and precious documents he would carry in to saddle bags on his horse and would leave at once with an escort of four soldiers who Lady Parr knew could be trusted. The pretext would be they were taking some items the Queen had forgotten in her grief, and Cecil had been entrusted with their safe delivery to The Queen at Sudeley.

    Within the hour all was prepared, the wagon brought to the bottom of the garden, along with the escort and a horse for Cecil. Lady Parr returned at the agreed time and led the way, as she had been given a key to the stairs that led to the garden. Cecil followed her carrying the saddlebags with the jewels etc safely inside.

    They made their way to the room at the top of the stairs. Lady Parr opened it and locked it behind them, leading the way down the stairs, carrying a small lantern to light their way, they moved quickly along the paths and through the gate, to where the horsemen and wagon were waiting. Within a few seconds, Cecil had loaded the saddle bags , and they left heading away form the river by a little used or known track, that led towards Chelsea. Lady Parr had watched them go and then returned to the palace unseen, she had said that word had been sent to a friend of hers near Richmond to expect them and a different wagon would continue as a blind.

    The party left Richmond crossed the River and headed towards Beaconsfield, then they would rest at Abingdon, while the decoy coach would give the impression they were headed toward Newbury and westwards to Bath. Word resched them in Abingdon, that Lady Parr had left soon after and was travelling to be with the Queen Dowager at Sudeley, a letter from her told of Riche s fury when he found out both Cecil and Robert had gone. Cecil left early and apart for a short stop to water the horses at Faringdon and change of horse at Cirencester they arrived at Sudeley late afternoon.

    The Queen dowager greeted them and introduced them to Lord Seymour, after the formalities Robert showed Cecil to his quarters, and as soon as the door was closed, Robert threw his arms around Cecil and they embraced, their tongues exploring each others mouths, Cecil noticing the boy had a tear in his eyes, of relief that his frend and lover were safe so far. Cecil wiped the lads eyes and within seconds both were in bed naked and making passionate love, though Cecil exhausted and tired by his journey soon fell asleep in the boys arms.

    The next morning, Cecil refreshed awoke early and was just shaving and washing when a knock on the door, disturbed him, it was a servant, with an urgent missive from Lady Parr, warning them that Cecil was wanted to give an explanation of his actions and his sudden leave from court. Cecil immediately suspected this was Riche s doing and arose Robert, explained they would have to leave shortly and while Robert dressed he sort audience with the Queen dowager. She met him in the Great Hall and he showed her the letter, explaining he must leave immediately, taking Robert with him. The Queens assured him, they would deny he had ever been there, She wrote a letter of safe conduct for him and Robert should he need it to cross into Wales and tactfully didn’t ask the location of his deceased Wife s hideaway manor.

    The Queen Dowager and Lord Seymour came to see them off and the Queen gave them both a pearl brooch, thanks for all they had done for her, and to wish them Gods speed as it had an enamel of St Catherine and her wheel attached. They mounted up and soon after lunch at Ross, they were heading into Wales, and could see the mountains in the distance. They had crossed the border with no problems, and now dressed as two normal journeymen, were heading to their hideaway, they reached it safely and soon were in their private quarters. Cecil kissed the lad and started to undress him as they kissed, kissing the lads neck, chest, nipples, until he was naked except for his codpiece, which Cecil untied lovingly and the lads erect cock taken straight in his mouth. Then holding the mans head Robert kissed him lovingly and soon they were both naked and Robert was licking Cecil s Cock, balls, and inserting his tongue into his love tunnel to moans of delight from him.

    They kissed and fucked each other for most of the day, pausing only for a lunch in their room. Robert was contented as was Cecil, that he and the lad were safe and no one knew of their hideaway. They spent the years together in simple happiness, enjoying the Welsh mountains, and living as a couple, safe in each others company.

    The End