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Doug look out of his window and saw his neighbour from 2 doors away hitting his car as he was parking and it wasn’t the first time that he had done it. The last time he confronted him for doing the same thing, they had a blazing row outside the house and all of their neighbours came out to watch them, and he really embarrassed by his response as he completely lost control. The Arrogant Dumb Fuck denied his accusation telling him in his foreign accent which grated on him, that he must be mistaken and to ‘prove it’ “that I hit your old car idiot.”

Doug wanted tear his head off but could not risk getting arrested which would not go down well with his employers, so he was really frustrated. This occurred about 2 months ago and his neighbours seeing him ‘losing it’ was shameful. Doug was a 35-year-old with Dad Bod with dark hair which was thinning by the day and had dark blue eyes. He was a hairy fucker with a five o’clock shadow. He dressed quite conservatively for his executive role in a big firm in the City which kept him busy and he did not suffer fools gladly.

“That Fat Arrogant Fuck” he said to himself and this time before he ran out of the house to confront him, he needed proper proof. After the incident stated above, he invested in some CCTV and checked it and saw exactly what had happen, thus gaining the proof that he needed.  As he had not long been in from work and it was Friday evening, so he said to himself “I’ll sort it out in the morning.”

The guy who by now he despised, had moved into his neighbourhood about a year ago. He was tall, wide, and fat and he wore in Doug’s opinion some garish foreign clothes. He was about 25 maybe 26 and he was not sure where he was from, but he could be either Greek, Italian, Bulgarian or someplace where he did not care about and wish he would fuck off back there as he was irritating the hell out of him.

He wasn’t ‘Racist’ he reckoned, but this ‘Dick Head’ really got his goat. However, it could be ascertained that Doug clearly was racist, which he tried to hide living in multicultural neighbourhood. He knew however that moving to a more conservative white only area would bring more drama that he did not need so he reckoned “I might as well stay here, besides the ethnic men around this neighbourhood are so Hot.”

It did not help that the Guy who hit his car and his 5 pals and their girlfriends were making a racket playing some funny sounding music loudly which hurt his eyes,  and they were dancing and having fun. He had to admit some of the guys pals were hot, all dark haired and hairy and enjoyed being around each other which he liked a lot, though more than he was willing to admit. They were generally having a good laugh, which infuriate him somewhat. He was getting more and more frustrated and angry and so wanted to confront him, but as they say revenge is best served cold when least expected.

So, the next day about 10.30am, he saw the guy looking worse for wear hungover and holding his head. He was wearing long baggy T Shirt and a Jean shorts which kept on riding down his Fat Ass showing off his red undershorts which clung to his fat ass cheeks. “Hey Buddy, I want a word with you.” “What not you not today, go away” he snapped holding his head? “Ok I just call the Cops then yeah?” His face dropped and he looked panicked. “Hey, Hold On Wait, oh my god my head, What do you want?”

“Come inside and I will show you, you first” Doug ordered, and he followed the man into his house and his eyes were burning into his big ass which wobbled. “Sit” he said, and the chair barely contained his oversized butt cheeks. He put the television on. “You hit my car again” he snapped. “Oh, not this again I did not hit up your Stupid Car” he started to raise his voice, until he was shown the CCTV evidence. “Shit” Doug heard him say and he could see he was trying to think of a way out and he put his head in his hands and groaned as he had a heavy night and he planned to go out today ,as he promised his girl they would go to the beach at lunch time.

Eager to get away, he said “Ok I pay you for the damage, what is the price?” Doug said a price. “I don’t have that amount of money.” “Yeah well that car you own, would have cost enough and you were partying hard with alcohol and drugs making a lot of noise last night, with your group of Hot Dumb Ass Buddies.” “That must have cost you enough cash so cut the crap” he said assertively. “I don’t have the money” the guy repeated “and what do you mean my ‘Hot Dumb Ass Buddies’, you American Faggot.”

Doug pick up his phone and pretend to dial the cops. “Yes, Police Please and my emergency is” and before he could say anymore the panicked stricken look on the guys face made him hang up the pretend call. “Please I can’t mess about with the cops otherwise I will go back to jail and be deported.” He had been arrested twice before and the third time meant it would be game over for him in the United States and he knew it. Besides, he had a good life here, a job that paid well and good friends, which he did not want to lose.

He was sweating like crazy hungover, and his bearded face and big eyes were looking at Doug with glimmer of hope that this older Gay Man would be swayed by his, in his opinion cute boyish looks. He knew he was gay, as he keeps on seeing men coming and leaving his home and there was no wife or girlfriend about that about that he could see. “Stupid Fag” he said to himself.

He stood up and said “I can’t play you now but I have to go to pick up my girlfriend to take her out to the beach and I will come by you later to sort out how I pay you.” “I don’t think so as you won’t come back, and you made me look like a fool in front of the neighbours a few months ago.” Looking at Doug’s face he could see that he was serious and as he had forgot about their altercation, a few days later after bad mouthing him to his friends, this was a surprise that the guy was still upset.

He felt a little bad, as in his culture you did not disrespect older folk and he could see that Doug was still upset. “Sorry I upset you, what can I do to make it right.” He saw the man looking at him and felt uncomfortable. “What your name?” “Borka.” “Well Borka do you want a drink, a beer?” “Yes please.”  He gave it to him and asked him, “where are you from?” “Bulgaria in Eastern Europe.” “Ah what’s that like?” “Ok but there no work or money there and my cousin who lives here, sent for me” and he was looking more relaxed.

“Oh, do you work?” “Yes, in garage” and he stood up and stretched and his hairy stomach was displayed, and he turned round looking about room flashing his red underpants and the man eyes latched on to them.  “Do you live here with your wife?” “No, I’m not married and live here alone since my partner moved out.” “Oh, are you queer?” “Yeah, I am.” “Oh ok” he looked surprised? “So, you suck cock?” “Yes and Eat Ass.” Borka sat down looking stunned and his sphincter snapped shut.

“You mean?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I do, and I love it, have you ever eaten your girl’s ass out?” “NO WAY That’s Nasty.” “Why?” he shrugged struggling to find the word thinking is this guy’s joking and seeing his face he knew he was serious. “I tell you what, if you let me eat your fat hairy ass out, I will take off some of the money of money that you owe me?” He was looking at him in his eyes, and without thinking he touched his face running his hand over the Borka’s stubble and lent over and planted his lips on his staring at him.

“When do you have to go to meet your girl?” “In about an hour.  “Great let’s get these off” and he pulled him up and he tugged the guy t shirt off and undid his belt and unzipped his shorts and tug them down and stripped his red undershorts off. Borka stood their stunned, naked and was stoic and Doug squeezed and pinched his fat man tits and caressed his neck and belly. He was thinking “any minute this big lug is going to punch my head in,” But he was too busy dealing with this turn of events, his hangover and how was he going let his girl and his friends know that he was going to be late for their trip and how soon could this ordeal be over.

His cousin Boyan who saw him go into Doug’s house laughing his head off and would be less than amused to see this was happening to him now. They were similar, but he was slimmer and much more muscular than Borka and was born in the USA. Doug stripped and was hugging the guy and was grabbing his fat ass which was massive. “Kneel on here,” “What” “Kneel down you Fat  Bulgarian Fuck” and he position him exactly how he wanted him on his knees on the sofa, his legs spread wide, his ass up and open showing off his dark hairy ass hole and his ass was covered with dark fur.

Looking at the hungry desire in the older guys eye he shuddered thinking “let’s get this over with AND I will laugh about it with Boyan and my Friends later.” “Mmmmm” he murmured as his Dank hole was attacked by Doug’s thick tongue which latch on and started munching at his hole. He was quivering at the intensity that he did not expect. “Hold On Stop” he cried. “No way you have a ‘Tasty Fat Cunt’ and I have got only 45 minutes ,before you go and meet your girl, so shut up and push back in to me and shake your Fat Ass” and embarrassed Borka buried his head into the back of the sofa and the beer had taken the edge off his hangover. He pushed back ass ordered and felt a glow go right through him.

Doug’s face and head were being smother by the guys meaty flanks and if he could, he would have stuck his head up his Ass quite literally. Borka heard somebody squealing and realised with a start that it was him. He never felt anything like this and reached back and pulled the man’s head into him almost smothering him and would not let go. Doug was in ASS heaven and was sucking, chewing, teasing and inserted his long tongue deeper into man fat, sweaty, puffy hole and pushed harder into him.

Borka was determine not to enjoy it but the way the man was teasing his sensitive anal lips and was plunging his tongue deep into his ass snatch, which was opening and closing like flower, he squirmed. The ass eating was intense, and the man’s thick tongue tickled him making him giggle and squirm further. His sweaty tasty ass pussy was tongued fucked out for a further 30 minutes and he was overcome by the sensation of it. What a picture this was, seeing Doug head buried as far as he could into the straight Bulgarian man ass snatch.  

As Doug continue munching on his sweaty crack, Borka looked at the time and thought “oh fuck I’m going to be late” and his phone started to ring. He was too far gone to answer it and thrusting his ass back, he ejaculated on the sofa cushion below him and cried “oh fuck, oh fuck” and Doug continued his full out assault on the man ass hole , whilst manhandling his big fat hairy ass cheeks smacking them hard. He came up for air and said, “it looks like you got to go and meet you girlfriend?” “Yeah, I got a few more minutes” the Bulgarian muttered not wanting to leave.

“Borka I want to fuck you in your fat ass as you have the tastiest juiciest ass cunt that I have had in a long time.” “I know you must go now, but maybe you can come and see me later and we can work off some more of your debt.” “What with my Ass?” “Yes, as I want to fuck you?” “No that is not on.” “Fair enough what do you think of my eating your ass out?” He had to admit it was a turn on. “So, image after the pleasure as I put this inside you, and he pointed to his enormous cock which was 12 inches of phat hard meat.

The Bulgarian gulped and said, “I can’t take that big thing,” unable to take his eyes of it. He pulled him up and handling his sweaty bod and grabbing his fat rump Doug murmur, you can and it will fit in perfectly in your Ginormous Ass, so come back later and let’s see how we get on.” “I’m not” he gulped but he wanted some more of the ass eating as it felt good. “Maybe I” and he made a wanking motion “can I do this?” “NO, I want to be inside of your Big Ass Cunt” Doug said in stern tone, “but yes you can wank me and maybe suck me off.” Borka shudder and got dressed and left.

Half an hour later there was knock on the door and Boyan was at the door. “Can I come in Doug?” “Yeah sure.” “What’s up, well you had my cousin in here Borka, what did you want?” and he told him? “He is Young, Dumb and Foolish, give him a break.” “OK Why was he here so long” he said. “We were talking about your home country” and out of the corner of his eye he saw his cousins large red undies on the floor. He guessed straightway what was going on as Borka look sex flushed, as he left his neighbour house and was sweating ,so he had to run and change his clothes and ran out to be with his girlfriend and friends. Boyan asked himself “what he had been doing for so long, as he failed to answer him and ran out of the house looking embarrassed.

“Doug have you been banging my cousin?” he accused? Doug look at him and said, “No why do you asked?” “As his underpants are on your floor and he had a band of sex sweat on his face when he came home.  “He does not like men he is heterosexual and loves women.” “Ok What do you mean?” “I said ok, but he tasted great.” “What do you mean he tasted great?” “I Mean that your cousin has a Fat Sweaty Ass, which I have just eaten out and made him cum.” “I did not fuck him, so go away yeah.”  Doug was tired and fed up and by now he should have been balls deep in the guy’s fat sweaty ass hole and his dick was throbbing. Yet this guy was in his house irritating him, and as all he wanted to do was have a shower, to toss off and to have a short nap.

Looking directly at Boyan, he said “do you want me to eat you out as well? “Withing hesitating, he cried “Yes,” as he loved his ass being eaten out and told Doug that only the other week one of his customers wanted to thank him after he fixed his car personally.  He worked at the same garage as his Cousin, as the Manager. “He said no problem it was a pleasure come in my office to settle up” and one thing led to another and the guy blew him and ate him out, making him squirm. He had to bite on his knuckles, trying not to scream as his co-workers, 8 big bulky Bulgarians were just a few feet away. He came twice and the guy left with big smile on his face. “Hey what were you up to in there, Fucking him in the Ass?” Georgi and Kostadin Identical twins shouted, and he stuck his fingers up them and closed the door and cracked out another load.

“That was amazing” but alas he had no one to talk to it about. Now all he could see was his Cousin Borka fat ass smothering Doug’s Face. “I wonder if he sat his Big Ass on his face?” as his cousin had a large rump, he said to himself. “What are you wating for then, drop your pants” and although Boyan’s Ass was smaller, it was just as tasty and like with his Cousin, who Doug really preferred, he was soon munching away and he was harder on the guy and was in ASS heaven for the second time that day and was sucking, chewing, teasing and inserted his long tongues as far as it would go, into the man’s puffy hairy hole. 

He was on his back, with his hairy long legs were hooked under his arms thus displaying himself fully. Doug knew he could push the guy further and started sucking him off and fingering him. He managed to stick 3 fingers inside his hole which felt stretched and the small button inside him was stroked and the combination sent Boyan over the edge and he came and did not hold back wailing the place down. His legs were still spread wide open and Doug was still fingering him, and he was moaning loudly.

“Hey, calm down you bring in the neighbours.” “I can’t you too good and so out of order fingering my asshole like that.” “Shall I remove them?” “No keep them in my ass. “Don’t you mean your Man Cunt?” he smirked. “My Man Cunt” he laughed. “Am I better that my cousin?” “I don’t want to say,” and the man’s face fell. “Look you are fitter, and he drives me crazy with his Bad Boy attitude, but you are something else really.” Which made him blush.

“Yes, you are Cousin” Borka snarled waling in and catching them. “What, so you are into guys now you queer” he started raising his voice. He was in a pair of swim shorts vest and towel and perspiring with the heat and his face was red and he was scowling. “To think I can have stay with my girl and came back to ….” and he stopped. “You came back to what to have your FAT ASS EATEN OUT BY THIS GAY MAN?” “Oh, you’re an Asshole, Bastard,” and a torrent of swearwords in their mother tongue were exchanged. It was fascinating to watch them arguing and shouting with each other and Doug was turn on.

“Calm down Cousin, it not as if I am screwing your women is it?” “That is not the point, it is bad enough that you keep on hitting on my girlfriends and now you are doing the same with my ‘ Ass Eating Man friend here, and am robbing me of getting my fat ass eaten out again as well as the possibly of me getting fucked in my man cunt with his foot long prick.” He stopped looked at his cousin and started to laugh realising what he had confessed to, and that set off all three of them off roaring with laughter.

“ Oh Cousin, that’s so funny  ‘Your robbing me of getting my fat ass eaten out again’ and when since did you want to get fuck in the ass by a Man.” “Ever since this afternoon, when I saw that and can’t get the sight of it out of my head” and Doug’s 12 Inch Dick was standing at full mast, spewing pre cum which dripped on the floor.  “God Damn Doug who knew you were so well hung, may I and Boyan touched it and it throbbed in his hand. “Want to try it” he said? “No Way, that’s too big.” “What about you Borka?” “YES” he said straight away. “I’m prepared” and without hesitating he adopted the same position as earlier on in the day making his Buttocks shake.

Doug was straight in there going harder than before and inserted several fingers and urged him to breathe and push back and greased him up, and his previous preparation was useful. “Guide me into your Cousin” and Boyan did but first inserted his own fingers inside his cousins moist hole which sucked him in almost trapping him and he slapped his fat ass several time and mutter in their language “I am going to be inside you tonight, so no argument!” “Yes Sure”, he replied and gulped as Doug entered him and got three inches inside him.

He inched in and out and in further and out and manage to get 8 inches inside him. “I can’t take not more” Borka cried grimacing when the man penetrated him and hit a barrier ,so he stopped and backed out and started to slot inside the fat Bulgarian man savouring the man’s body mass, loving the feel, touch and smell of him.  He pulled his shoulders up and made the man ass bounce and wobble as he crashed into him. Boyan watching them was jealous and felt left out and got up to go.

“Cousin where are you going?” “Home as you are happy with your man.” “Don’t be like that I’m only doing this as I own him loads of cash and need to pay him off.” “Really as it looks like you want him to yourself.”  As this was in their native language Doug could see things were tense and he was still sliding in and out of the fat guys big ass. Just then, in walked his cousin Matt who was hung an inch less than him.

“So, these are you new man friends then” he said.  “Yeah how do you know them” “When Boyan is my neighbour and this is his cousin Borka.” “Nice Hi Guys, you’re from Bulgaria yeah.” “Yes, I fucking love Bulgarians, hey where are you going?”  “Home!” “No Way, Doug promised me that you love getting your Man Cunt eaten out, but you don’t want to get your Ass Banged Out, is that so? “Well I have not tried it as I’m not gay!” “So what, why should women have all the fun, come here” and tugging his clothes off he attacked him with his lips, tongues hands and whole body and with some seductive chat ended up inside the man who was able to be taken far easier that his Fat Ass Cousin who was still struggling.

“How do YOU know this guy again” he said pointing to Borka. “Oh him, he just moved in two doors down with his hot Cousin who your fucking, and I said to myself earlier ‘You just Hit My Car You Phat Ass Fuck’ it’s too long to explain.”

“Fair Enough, Ok Let do this “and they both slam fucked the Bulgarian Cousins to an Anal Orgasm.

“SO how much do I own you Now” Borka moaned.? “Nothing there was no damage” Doug laughed as he plunged back into the Guys Fat Bulgarian Ass ejaculating inside him.

The end

Education was always very important to my parents. They never got to go to college but both were very well read and self taught. Ether one could hold their own in any kind of gathering but they had big dreams for my brother and me. We didn’t mess around, we never got in trouble, yes ma’am, no sir was expected at all times to say nothing of please and thank you. We were expected to be polite, intelligent, on time and respectful no questions asked. When I graduated high school with almost perfect grades I earned several scholarships was accepted at a really prestigious university. My parents were over the moon but it still wasn’t enough money for everything I needed. Through friends of my parents, I got an interview to be a houseman in one of the very wealthy fraternity houses on campus. If I secured this position, I would be in great shape. I filled out all the paperwork they sent me and the application with a little help from my dad. It was so important to land the job. 

The first interview was with an alumni representative that lived in my area. I was nervous as hell as I drove moms old Buick up to the house and walked up the sweeping front steps of the huge place. I was shown into a large living room and told Mr. Jamison would be with me shortly. I sat on the edge of a chair, scared to touch anything when he walks in. I jumped up and nearly tripped over myself trying to shake his hand. The man was around my fathers age in casual slacks and a nice shirt. A woman in a grey uniform brought in a tray of iced tea and set it down on a side table. Mr. Jamison offered me some as we talked. He said they needed someone responsible to help around the house but only inside, gardeners took care of the exterior. My duties would not interfere with my classes and I would just be on hand to help the main staff and the brothers with what ever was needed. In return, I would receive a salary and a small bedroom free of charge. He seemed to be studying me and it made me nervous. At the end of the meeting he told me I should hear from the chapter president within a week. He shook my hand, thanked me for coming and showed me to the door. A few days later I got a call from the president and said he wanted to set up a time to meet the following week. I freaked out as I didn’t own a car and had no way to make the three hour trip. But he was aware of my transportation issues and said a car would pick me up and return me home the next day and I could stay the night in the house. At the appointed time on the following week, I had a black town car pick me up in front of my house and took me off to the campus. The car pulled up in front of a huge place that looked like a southern plantation house. Talk about intimidating, I was nervous all over again. As I was getting out of the car, a handsome blonde guy in navy blue Bermuda shorts, crisp whit shirt with the cuffs rolled up and some cool looking Greek fisherman sandals walks out to greet me. 

“Hi, welcome. You must be Brian. I’m so glad you could come meet with me. How was the drive?”

Was this guy for real?

“It was very nice Sir. Thank you for sending the car”

I walked over and shook his hand. 

“No need for the sir stuff, I’m Christopher Van de Veer but you may call me your majesty….”

My jaw dropped and I took a step back. He busted out laughing and threw an arm over my shoulder and said…

“I’m teasing you, just call me Chris”

He grabbed my bag from the driver and we headed in. The place was beautiful, I couldn’t believe this was a frat house. The place was plush, fine old furnishings and beautiful oriental rugs with paintings all over the place. Over the mantle was a portrait of Chris himself. I’m thinking I’ve gotten myself in way over my head. He gave me a tour and asked me lots of questions. He took me to what would be my room if they hired me. It was way nicer and bigger than the room I had at home. This was going to be nice. I’d be required to wear a uniform every day. Simple khaki slacks for most of the time and in warmer weather shorts were allowed and I would wear a deep green polo shirt with the frat emblem on it anytime I was on duty. Those would be provided to me. This all seemed excessive to me and I wondered what the catch was. I guess my face was showing my doubts so he asked my thoughts. 

“This all seems way too good to be true”

Turns out, a boy is chosen who they think could use the help. Like I said it was a wealthy bunch of guys and they prided on keeping it that way. If the candidate has the grades and the personality and background, meaning no criminal past they give them a hand up. It wasn’t just a hand out, the candidate had to earn his keep but it allowed him to have a better college experience then having some job flipping burgers for a lot less money. He said with the recommendation to get to meet with Mr. Jamison was a huge step and meeting with him was purely an opportunity to see if I was cut out for it. The job was already mine when they sent a car for me. That night Chris took me to dinner and we had a nice time but I was still a little stiff and formal. I didn’t drink anything but water and ordered the cheapest thing on the menu. I wanted to make a good impression. He asked if I could be back two weeks before classes started to help open the house and help make ready for the returning brothers. He said he’d be glad to send the car for me if I needed it. He told me it was just as well I didn’t have a car as they really had no place for it and the house had one I could drive when I needed to. The driver took me back home and I passed the summer more at ease knowing I had a place to live and a job. I sure hoped this wasn’t a huge mistake. 

When it came time to to go back my parents drove me over. They wanted to see where I’d be living and to make sure I’d be okay. They were pretty impressed by the house and my room which was even nicer than the bedroom they slept in. Soon I was alone with the staff. I found my new uniforms in the closet and I was dressed and working away. It was a hard two weeks but all was ready when the guys started showing up. For the most part, everyone was  really nice. A few were kinda aloof and looked down there nose at me. I just kept my head down and did as I was asked. The snotty guys treated me like a slave but I never said a word I just tried to stay out of the way. I have to say, it was the best looking bunch of guys I’d ever seen. I’d figured out I was gay but hadn’t had much experience at it but I sure didn’t want them finding out anything that would put my job in danger. I didn’t even look at porn on my computer so I’d never get caught, I couldn’t lose this job and disappoint my parents. It was going to be hard enough with all these handsome guys all over the place. One guy really stood out, he was just beautiful. Jonathan Emerson Grace the III or Gracie as the guys called him. Gracie set my heart racing every time I was near him. I could only glance at him when I was in his presence and when he spoke to me I kept my eyes down. I was scared to death he’d pick up on it and know my secret. He was only a little taller than my 6.1 but he was stacked. Golden blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, he had the most perfect cheekbones and full beautiful lips. Beautifully sculpted as if done by a master sculptor, he was perfect   I just felt plain and dowdy when he was near. He just unnerved me. For the first few weeks, I was mostly finding my way trying to figure out what to do next. The house staff consisted of a cook, gardener, housekeeper and me, I was the only one that stayed on property. The gardener came as needed, cook came early in the morning for breakfast, did a smaller lunch for whoever was around and the guys were required to let him know if they were staying in for dinner and if they had a guest then he too was gone for the day and I cleaned up afterwards. The housekeeper was really a service that came every morning after most guys were in class and made beds and cleaned up whatever mess from the night before but they didn’t come on weekends so clean up was my job and only in the public areas the guys had to take care of them selves until Monday. Me, I’m a naturally quiet guy, I’d describe myself as mousy. Like I said, I’m tallish, 6.1, brown hair and eyes and slim more on the skinny side I think. I was never going to turn heads, I was just average and I did absolutely nothing to draw attention to myself. The brightest thing I wore was the deep green shirt that was my uniform. I guess if I was a color, I’d be beige, I just faded into the background and I was fine with that. Like I said, the guys were nice, no one was really mean to me. The snotty guys always referred to me as “you there” or they just pointed or snapped at me but their were only three like that and I didn’t care, I was just glad to be there. Not long after classes started, Chris asked to speak to me in private. It scared the hell out of me, I thought I was in trouble. 

“I wanted to tell you what a good job you’re doing and to let you know I’ve set you up with a standing haircut at this salon” he handed me a card. “You’ll need to call soon and set up an appointment and you will go every other week to maintain the look. I’ve already given him a picture of how it’s to be done”

I looked at the card and recognized the address in the Village. This was the most expensive shopping area in town, on the lines of Rodeo Dr in Hollywood. I couldn’t afford this in a million years, what the hell was I going to do. I looked up at him with a thunderstruck look on my face and started stammering 

“I  ah… you…well, I”

“What’s wrong, it’s a simple thing. We need you better groomed so you don’t look out of place. I don’t see a problem”

Oh god, he’s annoyed with me, now what. I looked down to think. My nose started to burn. Damn, I couldn’t cry in front of him. I’m freaking out, I can’t afford that place and I sure couldn’t go twice a month. He’s going to fire me! 

“Out with it, why are you fighting me on this? It’s just a haircut”

“Sir, I can’t afford it. I could find a beauty school and maybe I could do it once a month”

“First of all, I told you sir wasn’t necessary so drop that and I didn’t make myself clear. You just need to make and keep the appointments. You’re not responsible for paying for this. We just think you need to be more presentable. You’re a bit shabby looking”

I stood there with my mouth open, speechless. My mom had been cutting my hair all my life. I’d never had a professional haircut, ever.  Stupid me, I blurted that out…

“I’ve never had a real haircut before!”

Now he looked stunned. Oh my god! Why couldn’t I keep my trap shut? He’s gonna think I’m some hick. I could feel my face getting hot. 

“Come sit down, let’s talk and shut the door”

I sat on the edge of a chair across his desk as he looked at me in thought. 

“Relax, you’re not on trial here. I just wanna talk a minute”

I sat back but I was far from relaxed.

“Brian, I wish you could relax and let us in a bit”

“I’m just not used to this. It’s a lot to take in. I feel like poor white trash around here. Y’all are so much better than me”

“I completely disagree. You’re far from anything like trash. You wouldn’t be here if that were true. We’re privileged, that’s for sure. For the most part, all the guys here come from old money but we are far from better than you. We’re going to succeed in life, that parts a given. We search out guys like you on purpose. We investigate every part of your life. We know what kind of people your parents are we even know about your grandparents”

“My grandparents? Why?”

“Yes even them. We get applications from guys all over the country trying to get this position. We consider them all but when we get a recommendation, we take those more serious and that’s what you were. That meant someone thought enough of you to put you up for the job. This is just the beginning of the things in store for you. You’re smart and you make great grades, always have and you try so hard to do your best. Even with those three pricks you have to deal with. You handle them with quiet grace and patience.”

I’d never said a word to anyone about those snobs. I had no idea anyone even noticed. 

“The rest of the house is painfully aware of what they think of you and who you are. And yes, they do think they are better than you, they think they are better than everyone. Nouveau riche, you can spot them a mile away and I apologize for their behavior. I really can’t do much about it but you seem to have a hold on the situation. You’re good”

“But I’ve never said a thing about them”

“You didn’t have to. I have eyes and I hear how they speak to you. If it was up to me, I’d kick them out but alas, I can’t”

“Y’all have already done so much for me. Way more than I deserve. I can’t thank you enough”

“I just want you to relax a little and try to enjoy college life a little. Go out, have fun, get laid. You’re 18 and away from the family. Enjoy it”

“Yes sir”

Knock knock knock

“Come in”

“Chris, I wanna…  oh I’m sorry you’re busy”

It was my fantasy man, Gracie. I looked at him and jerked my head back down in shame. God he’s beautiful. 

“It’s fine, just talking. Come in, what’s up?”

Gracie plopped down on the chair next to mine and I immediately tensed up. He’s happily talking to Chris about something and completely oblivious to my discomfort. I kept shifting in my seat trying to get further away from him with out getting out of the chair. Then all of a sudden I realize they had stopped talking and were looking at me. 

“Brian? You still with us?” Chris asked me “are you okay“

“I’m sorry. What did you say. My mind wandered a sec”

Gracie asked if I’d help him set up for a mixer on Friday. I stammered out a yes and he thanked me and apologized again for interrupting and ran out. I was feeling all hot in the face again. 

“Brian, you were pretty quick to pick out the three asses in the house but you’re totally off track with that one. They may be the worst but Grace is by far the nicest guy in our fraternity. Everyone likes him and he’s the one who will always have your back”

“Oh I know, he’s always very nice. He just makes me nervous that’s all. I don’t really know anyone here except you and that just because I met you first and spend more time with you. You all make me nervous”

“You gotta get over that or you’re going to give yourself ulcers. College is hard enough without doing that to yourself. Anyway, thanks for all you do, you’re gonna be just fine just try to relax”

“Thanks for the haircuts. I gotta run. Got things to do”

I was out of there in a heartbeat. I nearly ran to my room. Once behind closed doors I pulled out my hard cock and beat off so fast just thinking about Gracie. He always had on one of those pig pie hats and a big smile on his face. I don’t think he was even aware of how sexy he was. That just made him hotter. 

Thursday afternoon, he found me in my bedroom and asked if we could go get the stuff for the mixer. I drove him around in the frats SUV and we picked up trays of food and flower arrangements. I sat silently behind the wheel and listened as he talked, I could hardly look at him. Finally he put his hand on my arm and I jerked it away like I’d been burned.

“Brian, did I do something to offend you?”

“Ah… nnno! Wwwhat would make you say that?”

“You won’t talk to me unless I ask a question and you refuse to look at me. What did I do wrong?”

I’m gripping the wheel so tight my hands start to hurt and I start sweating like mad. 

“I’m not mad at you. I hardly know you!”

As we pulled into the driveway he was silent. He remained pretty quiet as we unloaded. I’d never seen him so quiet. When we finished and got it all put away, he just walked away and went to his room. I’ve messed up and I gotta fix it. I went up stairs and knocked on his door. 

“Mr. Grace, can I talk to you?”

“Come in” he called out. 

I opened the door and stood slack jawed at the sight. He’s in just his briefs, his perky ass and full pouch blew me away. 

 ”Mr. Grace, I owe you an apology. I don’t know what to say so I just clam up. You’re always so nice and friendly and I’m afraid of saying something stupid”

“Did something happen! You just seem miserable. Don’t you like it here?”

“This is the most beautiful place I’ve ever stayed in. My room is huge and I’ve never had a more wonderful bed. This place is amazing and on top of that, everyone’s so nice to me and you’re so beautiful…..”

Oh my god! What have I done?!?!? His head snapped up at me in total surprise. 

“I mean… ah…ah..ah..”

“You’re gay?”

I turned and ran out of the room. I was down those stairs and out the door so fast. Tears running down my face. They’re gonna kick me out. Oh god what am I gonna do.. I ran to the library and found a quiet spot and hid in a sitting area. I was a mess. I was gonna have to quit school, I had no place to go. My head felt like it was going to explode. Two hours later I hear Chris call my name. I looked up and he was walking my way. I jumped up to run but he caught me. 

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll get out. I’ll be gone in the morning…sooner if you want. Please don’t hurt me”

Tears are running down my face. I’m bawling my eyes out in in near hysterics. He just pulls me in front of him and holds me at arms length. I’m struggling to get away. 

“Brian! STOP IT, just stop. No ones gonna hurt you. No ones kicking you out”

He kinda shook me a little. I can’t stop crying. 

“It’s okay nothing has changed and I already knew you were gay. I told you we had you checked out. I knew when I met you, I thought you might say something when we met but you’re so reserved. It doesn’t matter”

“But I made an ass of myself in front of Mr. Grace. You didn’t see his face. I can’t go back there and face him. He thinks I’m some stalker or something”

“As far as Grace goes, everyone loves him and he is beautiful. Everyone that meets him has a little crush on him. We kid him about it all the time. He’s not mad or upset. He told me what happened. Now, he is concerned and he’s out right now looking for you”

I took a deep breath and he let me go. I sank back in a chair, exhausted. 

“How did you know where to find me?”

“Made a few calls, you were spotted running in here”

“You don’t care if I’m gay?”

“Why should I? It’s not like you’re the only one or even the only one in our house. We don’t care, it the 21st Century for god sakes. We aren’t in the dark ages anymore”

He’d taken a seat next to me. “Oh and just so you know, I’m gay too, in case you’re wondering”

I looked at him in shock. 

“You?”

“Yep”

“But you’re the chapter president”

“We can do other things you know…”

He winked at me and I smiled

“Chris, he’s gonna think I’m insane”

“Then why is he wasting his time out searching for you?”

He got up and offered me his hand and pulls me up. We walk back to the house together talking. When we got back, said good night and went to our rooms. I lay in my bed and looked at the wall, I was a wreak. At some point I fell asleep and something woke me up. I jumped up startled. I looked around and nearly jumped out of my skin, someone was sitting in the chair across the room, I gasped out loud. 

“Brian, it’s me, Gracie”

“Jesus, you scared the hell out of me”

“I wanted to talk to you”

“Mr. Grace, I’m sorry I said that. I didn’t mean to say that”

“Look, I’m Grace or Gracie. My dad is Mr. Grace, okay?”

“Yes sir”

“Kill the sir shit too. I’m not a formal kinda guy. Are you going to keep avoiding me all the time? I don’t know how this is going to work. We both live here and you can’t seem to be near me”

“I’m sorry, I’ve made such an ass of myself. I’ll do better”

“I hope so”

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you”

“I’m flattered and I’m cool with you being gay. I didn’t mean to freak you out ether. I looked all over for you”

“Chris told me, thanks”

“Sorry I woke you, didn’t mean to scare you. I just didn’t know how to handle this. See you in the morning”

He was hardly out the door and I was beating my cock like crazy. The whole time he was talking to me I was hard under the sheets, I was even holding it in my hand. The room was dark, he never turned a light on so he’d never seen. Or so I thought. What I didn’t know, when he walked out and closed the door he just stood and listened as I whispered his name and jammed fingers up my ass as I said it. I had it for him so bad and he liked that I was so enamored with him. His own cock was hard as he listened, it had been hard when he sat watching me sleep. I didn’t know he could make out in the shadows I was slowly stroking my cock in the darkened room. This was new territory for Grace. He found it hard to walk away and go up to his room. His mind was spinning. 

The next morning, Brian was the first person he saw in the dinning room. 

“Good morning Grace” wow he was really trying

He was a little pink in the face but he didn’t look away this time.

“Morning Brian. Sleep well?”

“Like a baby”

“Good, I’m gonna need your help again this afternoon to get everything set up”

“Yes sir” 

Again with the sir, just let it go. He’s a sweet kid. He thought. 

“What’s your afternoon like?”

“Chris set me up with a haircut and I should be done by 2:00ish. That work for you?”

“Great, I’ll meet you back here around 2:30 and we can knock it out”

As we talked the room filled and they were all eating and talking. Brian kept sneaking looks at me but I didn’t acknowledge it but my cock was getting hard. Maybe I should let him suck my cock…naw, I don’t wanna be that guy. He’d find a boyfriend and his crush on me would be over. Hopefully real soon. Classes were normal and Brian slipped my mind. Didn’t even think about him until I was walking it the door. 

“Has anyone seen Brian?” I asked the guys. 

“I saw him run in and head to the back a little while ago”

“Thanks”

I ran up to my room, dropped my book bag and changed into some gym shorts, a muscle shirt an my flip flops and ran back downstairs. The mixer was to look over a handful of potential pledges for the house this year. We have a few alumni coming and some special guests. I walked back to his room and knocked but there was no answer. I walked in and he was in his shower so I went over to say something. The door was open a little and I had a clear view of him in the glassed in shower reflected in the mirror. He had one leg up on the side of the seat along the back of the shower and three fingers from his left hand were jammed up his ass and his right was beating off like crazy. His slim body was hot looking as the water rained down on him. I never said a word, just quietly watched as he shot his load on the floor of the shower. Just as he shot, he whispered my name again. I pulled the door closed and slipped out of his room and walked back into the kitchen. I stood to the side and drank a Coke. That was wild. I waited a good long ten count and walked back to his little room and knocked. 

“Come in”

“Hey, you ready to throw this thing together”

He was in uniform already and was kneeling down tying his shoes. He stood up and turned around and I just stopped talking. The shaggy headed teenager was no longer around. He was all tightly groomed and clipped. Even his crazy wild brows were trimmed and shaped up a little. He was almost pretty in a boyish kinda way. 

“Wow, you look fantastic. What a difference a good haircut can make. You’re gonna be a hot commodity on campus looking like that”

Brian blushed , his cute cheeks and the tip of his nose nearly glowed in the dark and once again he dropped his eyes and his head followed. I’d embarrassed him and he was so fucking cute. What the hell am I thinking. I like girls, I’m not gay. What is it about this skinny kid that’s making me think weird shit. Not once in my life have I ever looked at a guy this way. Softly he thanked me and cleared his throat. 

We jumped on the set up. One of the brothers volunteered to help and we had it done in about an hour. This was only a cocktail party so it was pretty easy. Brian moved silently around the room picking up empty glasses and plates. He kept the food refilled and everything ran smoothly. It’s like he’d been doing this all his life. He greeted guests at the door answered questions or directed them to Chris or one of the other officers, he was perfect and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Later after the party was over, I went to my room and pulled out some stationary and quickly jotted down a thank you note to Brian and pulled out five crisp $100 bills and tucked it in an envelope. He was shocked when he opened the note and the money. 

“Sir, I can’t accept this, I was just doing my job”

“No Brian, you weren’t. You were doing my job and you just jumped in and ran with it. You were great”

“I thought I was supposed to help, that’s what I was here for” he looked confused 

“Helping around the house and helping the brothers is one thing but frat events are to be taken care of by the brothers”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know”

“Are you kidding? You were perfect. You just aren’t required to do that sort of thing. When the pledge candidates arrive, they will essentially be our slaves. And whoever is left and makes it through will pretty much be subservient to the brothers the rest of the year. I just wanted to thank you for hard work, that’s all”

He looked so pleased and I liked making him happy. He started to hug me and caught himself and awkwardly shook my hand instead. He was so damn cute, I almost hugged him myself. 

“Wanna have a drink with us before we shut it down for the night?”

He turned back to the kitchen and came back with a big glass of iced tea as the guys were fixing mixed drinks and such. 

“Brian, we won’t tell if you want a beer or something”

“No thank you, this is all I want”

The brothers all looked at each other and shrugged and started rehashing the party talking about the prospects for pledging. He just sat quietly off to the side and drank his tea. At some point I looked up and he was gone. I slipped away and went to his room and tapped on the door.

“You still up?” As I walked in. Secretly hoping to catch him in the act again. But he was in bed with the covers pulled up to his chin and reading. He’s so adorable laying there looking at me. 

“I’m fine, just tired. Did you need me for something” he started to get up

I stopped him 

“Just making sure you were okay. Night Brian”

And I pulled the door shut. Again I listened outside his door. This time he surprised me and whispered softly…

“Good night. I love you Mr. Grace” then I heard the bedside light click off. I just stood there in the darker hallway. On the other side of the kitchen I could hear the brothers talking and laughing. I didn’t want to go back that way so I quietly slipped out the back door and went for a walk. I had a lot of things to think about. 

For the next week I kinda stayed away from Brian. This really shook me, he’s not the first guy to have a crush on me but I’d never lived with them and I never had thoughts like this ether. I didn’t know what to do.

The party seemed to be a success and Gracie was really happy with me. The following week I hardly saw him. He was out of the house before breakfast and the only time I saw him in the evening was when Chris called an officers meeting and as soon as it was over he was in his room. He was acting so strange, still my fantasies and dreams were all about him. Every time I had some down time I was in my room beating off thinking about him. I had it bad and for some reason he wasn’t around anymore, I hated it but I had little time to think about it because rush was starting. Fortunately for me, most of the rush festivities have nothing to do with me. I pitched in when I saw something that needed to be done but generally that was left to the brothers to take care of. I did my regular duties and went about my classes trying to put Mr. Grace out of my mind.  I know he told me I didn’t have to say that but it stuck. He was in the house more the following week, back to his old self except he didn’t come around me much. I did my best to look at him and all the brothers in the eye and speak. It was difficult for me, I had it drilled into my head from the earliest I could remember. I was to be seen but not heard and I learned my lesson well. I was just more comfortable in the background. Rush week came and went, they picked out 40 candidates out of the 200 something that applied and they had to whittle those down to 20. It was an eye opening experience watching it all happen. It was never an option for me to be in a fraternity, I was never going to the able to pay for it even though I had more money in my account than I’d ever seen. When I started in the house they set me up an account with the same bank the house treasury used. My pay was automatically deposited every Friday. But I completely forgot about it. I’d never had a bank account before. I’d worked from the earliest time I could. I had a paper route when I was younger and worked fast food in high school but I’d always sign my checks over to my mom and she would give me the cash. I never thought we were poor, both parents worked and my brother and I did too. We had a small two bedroom one bath house in a clean and neat little neighborhood on east side of town. Everything was always kept that way too, I guess that’s why I was good at my job. I was trained to see something that needed to be done and just do it and don’t ask questions and since I wasn’t used to having money and I had everything I needed provided to me at the frat house, the account was untouched and unused. I had four pair of jeans, one dress slacks, one pair of tennis shoes, a pair of loafers, five assorted shirts and two dress shirts. The nicest thing I owned was my uniform. The khaki slacks and green shirts were a much better quality than anything I owned so I was always glad to come back to the house and change into my uniform. I took all of my meals at the house and never went out to eat or the movies like the other guys. I wasn’t raised that way and it really didn’t cross my mind. I’ve heard all my life, we can’t afford that so I  never asked and I still had the same mindset. I was here to get an education, nothing more. I didn’t really have friends, I was too shy for that. I knew other students that sat around me enough to say hi but I kept to myself for the most part. I guess I was an odd looking bird, I had a millionaires haircut and grooming but dressed like I shopped at thrift stores which is where mom got my clothes. Other than underwear and socks, I never got anything brand new so you can see why I liked my uniform so much. I didn’t think much of it, it’s what I knew but Chris picked up on it and a few weeks after rush and hell week were over he asked me if I could help him out on Saturday. So right after breakfast I was waiting in the entrance hall when he came down. He had me drive him to The Village, the same shopping area I got my hair cuts. He said he needed a few things and wanted some company and thought I needed to get out of the house so off we went. First stop, was the Ralph Lauren shop, I’d never seen a clothing store so beautiful. We walked into the men’s department and a beautifully dressed man comes up and greets Chris by name and starts showing him new items. 

“James, this is my friend Brian. He’s going to need a few things. I really liked that khaki and blue seersucker suit I saw in the front window. Don’t you think he’d look good in that?”

He agrees, looks me up and down and is gone in a flash. I stood there with my mouth open. He looked at me and smiled. 

“Close your mouth and just let me have some fun. I like doing this”

“But I don’t need anything. I have plenty of clothes and I don’t go places to ware stuff like that”

“Yes, well, I’m doing something about that too. Don’t spoil my fun just run with it”

What could I say, he was the boss. Soon I was pushed in a dressing room and told to strip. First came the suit and a beautiful shirt, I stepped into it and I was handed some shoes and another man with a tape measure around his neck came in and marked it for fit. Chris was sitting in the room with me in a chair with a glass of champagne making suggestions and giving his approval. A navy blazer was brought out and fitted, beautiful casual slacks, sweaters and shirts. I was freaking out again. I caught a glance at the prices of this stuff. This was more money than my dad made in a month and the clothes kept coming. I was getting antsy from seeing the price tags and Chris whispered something to James and all of a sudden nothing had a price on it. We were in that shop for over an hour and my head was spinning. When we walked out, I was dressed head to toe in new clothes and James was right behind us loading bags in the back of the SUV. I was dressed casually in navy walking shorts, loafers a white oxford cloth shirt and a light weight sweater over my shoulders. 

“I’m starving, let’s have some lunch”

He didn’t get in the car but took off across the Village with me hot on his trail. He walked into Cafe Pacific and got us a table. This place was beautiful, white marble floors with black insets, dark mahogany woodwork and this huge crystal chandelier. I’d only seen something like this on TV. We were taken to a table in the window and handed menus. I took one look and nearly fainted. This little lunch was gonna cost a fortune. He just held up his hand to stop me from saying anything.

“Let me have some fun, will you?”

“But why me?”

“Two reasons, first of all I like doing it. When I first met you I saw a diamond in the rough. You needed some polishing. We got that hair under control and I discovered you were cute as hell under that mop. Didn’t you notice the way everyone looked at you after the new look? Even the uniform showed you had a hot little body hidden under those ill fitting clothes. Nothing against your clothing choices but I knew I could do better. Don’t you like the way you look all preppy and hot?”

“I did get a lot of compliments and I do like everything I just don’t know why you want to do all this for me”

“I don’t think it’s ever occurred to you but you deserve it”

“Well what’s the second reason?”

“You represent us when you walk around campus. Most people don’t know you work for us, they see you coming in and out and they think you’re a brother. So you should look the part”

I was mortified. I wasn’t worthy of being put in the same class as them. People are gonna think me a fake and an interloper. Trying to be something I’m not. I’m just a houseman and I told him so. He laughed at that. 

“Oh come on Brian, you’re way to honest and polite for anyone to think that about you. If I know you, you will tell everyone you’re just and employee of the house. Most guys would try to pass themself off as a brother. Not you. In your humble way, you’re proud of yourself and you should me. You landed that scholarship from hard work and good grades, you deserve to be here. You probably deserve it more than a lot of people. Lots bye their way into good universities, you did it the right way and I respect you for it. Brian, you’re a sweet kid and you’ve had the short end of the stick for too long. Let me help you, I’m trying to be your friend here”

“You’ve been so nice to me. I wish I knew how to repay you for all this”

“You don’t owe me a thing, you just be you. That’s all I ask”

He ordered for us and we had a fantastic meal and the rest of the day was as well. When we walked into the house later that afternoon, the brothers were laying around watching TV and talking. They looked up when we walked in and everything went silent. Then…

“Damn….look who’s looking hot”

Cat calls and whistles all the guys were making comments and compliments. Mr. Grace was kinda slack jawed. He never uttered a word just stared at me. That made me nervous but Chris just pushed me to the middle of the room and let everyone get a look at his handiwork. I of course turned bright pink and couldn’t stop grinning. Even the three snobs were impressed with the change. Chris announced …

“I’m taking our boy out on the town tonight who wants to go with.”

We had a few takers and made plans to meet later to go out. Chris led me back to my room and helped me put my stuff away. I kept thanking him. I told him he didn’t have to do all this, I mean what senior hangs out with a freshman. 

“Brian, you’re cute as hell so why wouldn’t I wanna be seen with you. I mean look at you. You’re a hot little number and the guys are gonna be all over you”

He took hold of my shoulders and guided me in front of the mirror on the closet door. 

“Look at yourself, you’re fucking hot. I’d do you in a heartbeat if I had a chance”

I was so surprised, I’d never in a million years would think a guy like Chris would be into me. I was even more surprised than when he told me he was gay. 

“Don’t be so shocked. Brian, the day you came out to meet with me about the job I wanted to fuck you. Hell it was all I could do not to touch you the whole time I was showing you around. I was scared you would run like a scared rabbit and it wasn’t appropriate because I was hiring you”

“But I was so awful looking”

“I never said you were awful looking, I said you were shabby. Your clothes didn’t fit the body and the hair was a mop but I could see past that”

“Oh…I see. Is that why you made me over, to get in my pants?”

“I can see where you might think that but no. I didn’t. I told you the truth, I did it because I wanted to and it was fun. Brian, you were a cute but shabby little duckling, not the ugly duckling by any means but you are surely the beautiful swan now. I’m also not blind, I know you’re in love with Gracie”

“Oh god, I’m so stupid. Why I had to fall for a straight guy. What’s wrong with me. He doesn’t even like me. He has avoided me for weeks. I’m an idiot”

I turned around and Chris took me in his arms and held me as I cried. It felt so good to be held and he just let me cry it out. He guided me over to the bed and he just held me as I lay in his arms. He gently stroked my hair and face. His thumb wiping tears from my eyes. 

“Chris, I’m such a fool. You’ve been so kind and sweet to me you’re the only friend I have here. Thank you so much for just everything”

Then I kissed him. The flood gates opened and I was just hungry for his kiss and to be touched. He stopped me mid kiss. 

“Are you sure about this. I don’t want to be that guy taking advantage of a situation and I sure didn’t do all this to get in your bed. I like you. I wanna be your friend and I don’t wanna fuck it up with sex. So are you really sure because I want you. I want you bad”

I just rolled him over on his back. Got on my knees over him and started taking my clothes off. Soon we were both naked and I was kneeling between his legs sucking his beautiful cock. I had only done this a few times but I wanted it so bad. He turned me around into a 69 position and he was sucking my cock. Then he was eating my ass out. I’d never felt anything like this before in my life. He rolls me over on my back and said…

“Brian I like you, I like you a lot. But you have to understand, this is just sex. I like taking you out and dressing you up and more than anything, I want to fuck you. If you’re thinking this is more than just having a good time we can’t do it. I’m not looking for that but I do want to fuck you so bad”

“I’m good with that. Just go slow. I’ve only done this twice and nether one was as big as you.”

He started pushing in. It felt like he was ripping me in two. God it hurt so bad. I started to yell and he slapped a hand over my mouth.

“Be quiet. Everyone doesn’t need to know I’m fucking you”

I nodded under his hand but he didn’t remove it. His cock hurt so bad but I wanted it so bad. It was starting to feel better and then it was wonderful and that’s when he took his hand away and kissed me as his big cock filled me hole. 

I was blown away when Chris and Brian came in. Brian was so damn cute in his new clothes. Chris had him looking like the country club set and he wore it well. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was so cute when he blushed. What was it about this kid that made me want him so bad. Boys had never interested me. I’d always been a pussy hound. I’d been chasing skirt since the 6th grade and now this boy walks in and I’m hard as a rock when he’s near me. The guys went to Brian’s room and never came back. I wondered what they were doing. I slipped from the room to get a beer. They weren’t in the kitchen. I looked back to see if anyone noticed me missing then walked back to Brian’s room. The door was shut so I leaned close and listened.  They were talking about me. About Brian being in love with me and how stupid he felt and then he was crying. My heart broke for him. Fuck, he thinks I hate him. The kid is crying his eyes out and then it stops. I lean closer trying to hear better. He said he’s a fool I think. Chris said something about him being hot and wanting to fuck him. Then something about just being friends and he had to fuck him but only as friends and something abut only being with two other guys before. Then I hear Brian groaning and grunting. Holy shit, Chris was fucking him, I know that sound anywhere. I just had to see with my own eyes. Quietly I gently turn the doorknob and open it a little. I can’t see anything without opening wider. Then a see a movement off to the side and glance up. The mirror on top of the dresser is catching the reflection. I can see Chris holding Ryan’s legs open and he’s leaning over him kissing him as they fuck. I watch for a little while and I saw the magic moment. I saw Chris cum inside Brian as they were kissing. Quietly I closed the door and like the last time I listened at his door, I slipped out the back and went for a walk. The afternoon was pleasant the weather was still warm but I didn’t really notice much around me. I found myself sitting on a bench in the quad watching nothing in particular. My mind was full of thoughts of Brian. Sweet cute Brian. He gave himself to Chris because he couldn’t have me. But could he have me? Did I want him? Why was my head so messed up about a boy? I had so many questions and not a single answer. I never thought of myself as gay but I wasn’t repulsed watching them together. Brian’s slim body was beautiful. That day I watched him in the shower, he made love to himself thinking about me. He wants me inside him. Is that something I could do, did I want to do that. I had to figure this out. Chris said he was taking him out that night and invited anyone to go. I could just be ready and in the living room when they gathered. It would be innocent, other guys would be around. This was a safe way to be around him as I figured it out. I just wanted to be near him. That was my plan. I needed to get back to the house and be ready. I got up and started walking and it hit me. I was hard again, I want that boy. 

That was incredible, the first time I had sex I was 16 and it was mostly a bunch of fumbling around. It was a boy from school and nether of us had ever done anything and he wanted to fuck me. He wasn’t very big but he hurt me so bad I made him stop. We never did it again the next time was a guy I knew and he talked me into letting him try. He knew more what to do and it was better but he only did it because he was moving away and would never see me again. I liked it but that was it. I hadn’t been touched by another guy until Chris. His cock was a lot bigger than ether of the last two guys but I’d been playing with my ass since the last time so I was more used to it. As I lay under him and he fucked me I fantasized about my Mr. Grace. That’s how I thought of him but that was a fantasy and Chris was real. He liked me and we were becoming friends and more than anything, he wanted me in his bed. Friends with benefits, I’d heard the term before, we were friends that had sex. I could do that. He was handsome and sexy and he was so nice to me. Finally I had someone to talk to and do things with and he didn’t care I was to young and poor. He liked me and I liked him to. That night he picked out clothes for me to put on. He said it was like playing for him. He’d always been into fashion and he thought it was fun to dress me up and show me off. It was a little embarrassing but I liked the attention. We walked out and the guys were teasing me again. Surprisingly, one of the snobby boys joined us and five of us gathered in the living room then Grace walked down the stairs looking like a dream. 

“Hey Gracie, come join us. We’re having a coming out party for the new house pretty boy” the guys started laughing but he agreed. 

The six of us piled in the SUV and off we went. Chris made reservations for a large table at this place on Oak Lawn and everyone was in a festive mood. As we sat down, I found myself between Chris and Mr. Grace. I was surprised because he’d been staying clear of me for weeks and now he’s right next to me. He’s his usual charming self and he’s funny and full of stories about his crazy family. It was a lovely meal and a fun evening. The snobby guy, David, was obviously flirting with me. I’d already knew he was gay but as good looking as he was he didn’t stand a chance. He had always been very dismissive of me but now that I was cleaned up and presentable and acceptable to him he changed his mind. We might be friends at some point but I doubt it I ever would date him. I was polite but still reserved. Dressing me up did wonders for my apprentice but old habits don’t just change with new clothes. It was odd, five frat boys from wealthy families and all the things they have in common and me the poor kid dressed up and about as out of place as whore in church. Mostly I just listened and answered questions and tried to keep up. After dinner the guys wanted to hit the bars. They said they could get me in but I said I’d rather just go home. It wasn’t my thing. I did drop them off so they could go hang out and I took the car home. They would Uber back later. I got back to the house and it was pretty quiet not many home on a Saturday night. I fixed myself a drink and headed to my room. It was only 10ish but I was tired and it had been an eventful day. I was glad to slip between the sheets and read a while. A little time passed and I dropped off to sleep and tapping woke me up. 

“Come in?”

“Are you asleep?” It was Grace

I sat up real quick and pulled the covers to me.

“No sir, what can I do for you?”

I reached for my robe and slipped it on and got up real fast. His eyes were on my smoothie bare chest. I’m so skinny I’m sure I gross him out

“Just wanted to make sure you were okay. Did you have a good time tonight?”

“Oh yes sir, it was a lotta fun”

“You hardly said a word at dinner. I hope that’s not my fault”

“Oh no sir, I just didn’t know what to say”

He walked in and closed the door behind him. For some reason he locked it too. He came and sat on my bed facing me. I could smell booze on his breath. 

“Brian, sit with me. Let’s talk”

I sat back down and pulled to covers over my lap. He reached over and pulled the belt on my robe and pushed it back off my shoulders and then off me. 

“You should be comfortable in your own bed so just lay back and talk to me”

“What did you wanna talk about sir?”

He lay his hand on my leg under the covers, the warmth was like a furnace 

“You know I’m only a year or so older than you… You don’t have to call me sir”

“I’m sorry, I keep forgetting. I’m so afraid I’m going to offend you. I don’t wanna mess up again “

“You didn’t mess up and you have never offended me”

He looked at me and I felt warm again. All of a sudden my nose is burning and I duck my head away

“Why are you crying? Are you scared of me”

He reached over and wiped a tear from my cheek. 

“I make a fool of myself every time I’m alone with you. I’m so ashamed. You got to think  I’m crazy”

“Honestly, Brian, I don’t know what to think about anything anymore. You’ve got me all messed up”

I start to pull the robe back up but he stops me.

“You’re a beautiful boy….I have no idea what’s going on and I’ve never ever said that to another guy in my life but god help me. You’re truly a beautiful boy. I’m sorry I keep hurting you. I didn’t mean to but everything I thought I knew about myself is is wrong”

I haven’t said anything, I’m sorta holding my breath. His warm hand is gripping my leg and moving back and forth. 

“Please don’t make fun of me. I don’t think I could take it”

Tears are streaming down my face. I’m trying so hard to keep control. Why is he pranking me…

“No, I’m not. I’d never do that to you. I want…ah…I mean…oh damn. Can I stay with you tonight. I won’t do anything I just wanna be here with you”

“But why?”

“I heard what you said after I walked out that night after the mixer. It unsettled me. I, …I walked in on you in the shower the day of the pledge mixer. You didn’t hear me and I saw you in the shower and heard you say my name. No ones reacted to me like you do. The way you look at me and made me feel. I thought you were just infatuated with me and you’d get over it. Then I saw how cute you were with the new hair. I could see your sweet face and I couldn’t look away. It scared me. Then today, Chris dressed you up and you took my breath away. Tonight at dinner and that ass hole David was flirting with you and I wanted to punch him in the face. It made me sick, he’s treated you like a slave since he met you then he saw what I saw and started hitting on you”

“But that’s what you’re doing, you didn’t want anything to do with me until Chris dressed me up. How is that any different”

“I know what it sounds like and I get it. I sound shallow as hell. I understand if you ask me to go away. But that night I woke you up, what you don’t know is I sat here and watched you sleep for half an hour. You were so angelic laying their so sweetly. The moon light touched you so softly. I came to have it out with you, set you straight but you looked so vulnerable and innocent I just watched you. It was the first time I had thoughts about a guy. It scared me”

I studied him as we sat looking at each other and then I just pulled back the covers and lay back down. He stood and took off his clothes down to his boxers and got in with me. I wasn’t sure what to do so I just turned out the light and waited. He scooted over next to me and we just lay side by side. Eventually I fell asleep and dreamed of him. Early the next morning just as the sun was peaking over the window seal, I awoke folded in his arms. He’s the big spoon and his boxers are gone. I feel his hard cock against my butt and he whispered…

“Good morning. Is this okay?”

I just nodded my head. I didn’t want to say anything to break the spell. He pulled me tighter and nuzzled his face next to mine. 

“You don’t have any facial hair. I just thought you shave really well. You done seem to have much anywhere at all. Sexy…so soft, like fine silk only better. I like the way you feel in my arms, you even smell good”

He pulled me closer and kissed my neck

“Aren’t you going to say anything?”

“I’m afraid if I do, the bubble will burst and you’ll figure out you made a mistake”

He backed up so I could lay flat beside him. He ran his fingers over my tightly cut hair and kissed me full on. 

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here so you may need to tell me and I’m a little scared I might hurt you. I mean you’re only a little more experienced at this than I am”

He leaned in to kiss me and I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back. 

“Get off me me! Move! NOW!”

“What’s wrong? What’d I do?”

“JUST GET OFF ME! NOW!”

I jumped up grabbed my robe and ran out of the room. I ran up the stairs and was banging my fists on Chris’ door. I see Grace coming up the stairs in just his jeans. He reaches me just as Chris opens the door. Through clenched teeth I growled at him…

“You set me up. Why?”

I’m standing in his doorway, my fists balled beside me and a look of total confusion on his face. He’s in boxers and his hairs a mess from sleep. He looks from me to Grace and back again. Grace heard what I said and put a hand out to stop me. I jerked it away and readied my fist as if to punch him and said it again…

“You set me up! The two of you set me up”

Some of the brother heard us and came out to see what was going on. Everyone looks more surprised that I’ve raised my voice for the first time. Chris tells us to come in and told everyone to go back to bed. Nothing to see here as he shuts the door.

“What the hell is going on here?”

“The two of you set me up. I thought you were my friend. I had nothing and now I have even less”

And then the tears started big time. Chris is trying to figure out what I’m talking about so he’s pacing back and forth. Grace is just as confused. 

“First of all, we haven’t even discussed you so I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. So you better fill me in”

I pointed at Grace…

“He said something about my past that I had only told you. How would he know if you didn’t tell him. Was all the just ta ploy to fuck me. Am I just some stupid toy for y’all to play with?”

“You gotta believe me, no one even knew we were together until just now”

I turned and looked at Grace…

“How did you know I hadn’t been with many people”

That’s when the light came on for Grace, he’d overheard us talking when we were having sex now it was his turn to be embarrassed. He sat down in a chair and dropped his head in his hands…

“I heard you tell him. He didn’t betray you, I did. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me”

“What the hell? We were alone. How could you hear what was said?” Chris looked pissed

“Yesterday when you went to help him put his new things away….you didn’t come back and…well, …I ah.. I listened at the door. My heads been all scared up over him. I wanted to be with you Brian. Last night was so great, holding you as you slept and this morning was…was… I don’t know, it was perfect”

Chris was pretty surprised by this

“You’re gay?”

“I don’t know, I just know how I feel when I’m near him”

“But you had sex…”

“No, we just slept together. He came to my room last night but nothing happened”

“Well, it’s none of my business what you do but Grace, you hurt him and you’re out of here. I’ll have you blackballed in every organization on this campus. What you did was an invasion of privacy both his and mine. And another thing, if you like this boy, do something about it. He’s the real thing and you could do a lot worse. At this point, I’m leaving this in Brian’s hands. If he forgives your ignorant ass I will too. But I’m shocked and disappointed in you. I thought I knew who you were now get the hell out of my room and keep your mouth shut. That’s all”

I apologize to Chris and he gave me a big hug. We were fine and he had my back. I followed Grace back to my room and gathered his things. 

“I’m so sorry, can you forgive me”

I was so upset I couldn’t believe what he’d done. He should have told me when he said everything else but he chose to leave that part out. I didn’t know what to think. 

“If you want me to go away I will. I never meant to embarrass you but if you don’t want me around I’ll move out and get an apartment off campus. I’ll do anything you want”

“You don’t need to move out. That’s crazy. I’ll be honest, I’m pretty upset. I thought I was going to lose everything I’d worked for and the only friend I’d made. You have to understand, you have nothing to lose, but me? With out this job, I can’t afford to go to school here so I’d have to drop out. I’d disappoint my family and I’d be just another loser in a low paying job. Until yesterday, everything I own would fit in a small suitcase. I’m nobody from no place Texas. If you’re just looking at me as a plaything to try out screwing a guy for fun then I need to know. I can work in your house and do my job and we can make it just fine. I’ll get over you. If you’re for real in what you said to me and want to figure it out then you need to find a way to win me over. If you’re serious and we date and find it was a mistake, I can handle that to but if this is just for fun and you plan on fucking with my head…I couldn’t take that, it would destroy me. I’m not a strong person, please don’t hurt me. I think you should leave now because I don’t want to cry in front of you again”

He left and I didn’t see him the rest of the day. I got dressed and spent most of the day in the park. When I got home that afternoon a bud vase with a yellow rose was sitting my my door a note just read, I’m sorry, MG. It was a small gesture but a sweet one. Chris came down that evening to check on me, make sure I wasn’t messed up or something. I showed him the rose, he agreed it was a good first step. We snuggled on the bed and he held me as we talked. 

“I feel like a fool. I can’t believe what happened and I’m sorry I dragged you into this. I jumped to conclusions”

“It okay, I’d have done the same thing. We thought we were alone….. So you gonna forgive him?”

“I don’t know…should I be mad or hurt?”

“Both?”

We lay in silence for a bit

“So how did it come out? I mean that’s not really every day conversation”

I told him what brought it up and what was about to happen.

“Wait, he’s getting ready to fuck you and said that? You’re kidding me”

“I wish I was. His cock was touching my hole and I stopped him. I was stunned, felt like I was set on fire. I couldn’t get out from under him fast enough. I really thought y’all set me up”

“For someone who hardly ever speaks, you sure are passionate. I thought you were gonna kill me for a minute there. Ya kinda scared me”

“I’m so sorry….”

“Would you stop apologizing? You’re kinda hot when you’re fired up. If I’d been sure you weren’t gonna murder me I’d have pulled you in bed and fucked your lights out. What can I say, I think you’re a hot little fucker, I always wanna be in your ass”

I laughed and kinda punched him playfully in the chest. 

“Are you always horny?”

“Only when I’m awake” he kissed me lightly 

“You’re a mess”

“Can’t help it. I like being around hot guys whether I get to play with them or not. Best part of frat life, hot guys”

He’s propped up on an elbow looking down at me. He’s running his hand over my chest, flicking my nipples, he wet his fingers and rubs them on my nipples making me shiver then he trails them down to my navel and further down to my hard cock. He slips his hand inside my briefs and plays with the head of my dick. He pulls out his hand and slide it over the pouch of my underwear down between my legs and slipped his finger inside and rubs my hole. 

“Brian, wanna tell me what you want?”

My breathing is kinda halted as he fingers me.

“Fuck me Chris”

He had my briefs off and his tongue up my ass in record time. Once he had me opened up and ready he got up over me and looked down in my face and pushed the head in. I gasp and throw my head back and arch my back. 

“Look at me baby, that’s just the head. I wanna see your eyes when I give you the rest. You like my big dick in you. God you’re tight”

It didn’t hurt like the day before but it was a lot to take. He was pretty gentle at first, just moving slowly in and out. The pressure wasn’t as intense and it was feeling better and better. Then another kind of pressure starts to build. He’s fucking me harder and pounding my joy button, Chris was literally fucking the cum right out of me. I felt my body tighten up inside around his cock and he groaned and flooded my hole with his load. I’d never even touched my cock, I was holding Chris as he fucked up into me. 

“That was incredible “ he panted as he collapsed on me “Damn you’re a great fuck” 

Then he kissed me. I liked being with him. I liked the talking and the sex was wonderful. I really had nothing to compare it to but it felt so good. He ended up spending the night with me, mostly talking about Grace. We did fuck again in the night and he woke me in the morning with his cock up my ass again. He knew how to start the day off with a bang. When we left my room early that morning, as we passed through the kitchen we ran into Grace. Nether of us said a word, Chris went on up to his room and I helped the cook get ready for breakfast. He looked at me with sadness in his eyes. I just mumbled good morning and went on with my duties before class. He didn’t stay long and was out the door pretty quick. I didn’t see him the rest of the week. But that afternoon at my door was another little gift. A bag of peanut butter cookies with a note, from the nut job, I’m nuts about you. MG

Tuesday a gift card card to the campus varsity shop, the note read… see if they have anything for crazy people, MG

Wednesday an invitation to dinner at a nice  restaurant, the note read, Ever thought about having dinner with a stalker? MG

Now that made me laugh and I had to show Chris, make me laugh and you got my attention.

Thursday a big paddle like the one in the principals office when I was in high school. That note said, The board of education for stupid guys that need to learn a lesson. MG

Friday’s gift was a big bouquet of white flowers and that card said give me a chance to prove myself. MG

I put it in my room and sent him a text and all it said was “OK”. He was at my door in seconds. He looked so happy, I hadn’t acknowledged any of his gifts all week so he was sweating it. 

“I was beginning to think you were never going to speak to me again. Never thought a two letter text could make me feel this way”

“Your gifts were sweet and funny and a bit crazy. You made me laugh”

“I’d rather you laugh than cry. I don’t know what to do when you cry, freaks me out”

“Explain MG, I couldn’t figure that out”

“You insist on calling me Mr. Grace, even though I kept asking you not to so I shortened it to MG. Mr. Grace sounds like my grandfather is here. So, will you give me a chance? Will you let me take you out?”

“I already said okay, I meant it”

He broke out in a big smile and hugged me. I was a little stiff but it was nice. 

“I’ll get us reservations at some place nice, say 7:00?”

“I don’t need fancy. Let’s just do pizza at Sal’s. Keep it simple”

“Done, what ever you want”

“I’ll meet you in the living room at 6:30 so get out of here, I have work to do”

I don’t think he was expecting that response. He looked a bit thrown. 

This wasn’t the first time I’d screwed up trying to date someone. But they were girls and girls expect big grand gestures and want you to spend money and grovel. I always hated that. I was so out of my comfort zone here. I wondered about sending flowers, was that to gay? What am I thinking, shit, I’m asking a guy out on a date! How much more gay can it get? Well I guess it was almost all the way gay last weekend when I was a second away from being inside him. That is until I opened my mouth and shot it all to hell. This has been the worst week I can remember. I’d finally decided I wanted to be with a guy, not just a guy but Brian and I blow it. Then I see him and Chris together and I’m sure they weren’t just talking. I know they’re just friends but it makes me crazy. He’s doing what I want to be doing and it’s killing me. The worst was Brian ignoring me all week. Did he think my gifts were stupid was I making it worse, I didn’t know anything. And now he said “OK”  and I lose my mind. Talk about insanity… so now it’s Sal’s Pizza…jeez, I hope he doesn’t like pineapple on his pizza, that’s just not right.. Later, standing in the living room waiting for him and he and Chris walk out together. I took one look at Brian and I forget Chris is even standing there. Damn he’s cute. Even being over six foot tall, he has this boyish face with that cute little nose and I feel my dick get hard. Every single time, I get hard just looking at him.  

I told Chris he was taking me out for pizza and he said he should be taking me to the French Room, not Sal’s. I told him he tried to take me someplace nice and I shot it down. 

“Kid, you’re going out with a billionaires son, he can afford it”

“Why would you say that, I didn’t need to know that. I don’t care about his money and now everybody is going to think I’m looking for a free ride”

“No one thinks anything of the sort and if they do they don’t know you. Besides if anything, I’m more your sugar daddy than he is. I love spending money on you. And now you’re dating him, I probably won’t ever get to fuck you again so this spending my trust fund on you is all the fun I’m gonna have anymore” he’s got a big exaggerated pouty face like a petulant child. He’s a mess. He’s really turned out to be a good friend but I wish he’d quit spending his money on me. Makes me uneasy. 

“Oh my god, you’re such a pig. You’re just awful”

“It’s a good thing you like pork. Now try this on. I wanna see how it looks on you”

He came to help me get ready for my date and heaven help me he had shopping bags from Newman Marcus with him. That boy loves to shop. He got me some new chinos and a colorful shirt and the soft casual jacket. I didn’t know what chinos were, sometimes I feel so dumb. I was just going with jeans and a shirt but not with Chris around. When I walked out and MG saw me, I knew he was right. He made me over for MG whether he realized it or not. He liked me this way.
“Y’all have fun” and up the stairs he went. 

“You look great”

“Thanks, Chris went shopping…I can’t stop him”

“He did a good job, remind me to thank him later”

And off to dinner we went. We talked as we ate. I was so nervous I only had a slice and a bite of another. He on the other hand ate over half the pie. He was so charming and funny just like before. He had me laughing out loud telling me stories from his past. He’d ask me things trying to get me to open up but I didn’t grow up with a big family doing all kinds of stuff. My life was about making ends meet and keeping food on the table and the lights on. My life wasn’t bad we just didn’t have extra. He tried to apologize for talking so much about it. I assured him I liked hearing about his life. I think his talking so much was because he was a little nervous too. This was his first date with a guy but I knew he wanted this. He watched me closely, like he was studying me for a test or something. It was a lovely evening 

“Can I ask you a favor? Can I have a do over?”

“The night we spent together was life changing for me and I’d like to do it again only this time it won’t end like it did last Sunday. I wanna hold you all night again. I’ve never slept better in my life. We don’t have to have sex or do anything you don’t want, I just wanna hold you”

“I think that would be nice”

“I thought we could go to the Crescent hotel so we could have some privacy without the guys in the house bothering us and a big king size bed to stretch out in”

“That sounds wonderful. I’ve never been to a hotel before”

“Then you shall have the best” 

A driver picked us up and he sent a text. And soon we pulled up in front of the hotel. This place was beautiful. I’d seen the outside when driving past, it look like a big French château on steroids. The lobby was elegant and we were hardly in the door when a man in a dark suit walks up. 

“Good evening Mr. Grace, your suite is ready. If you’ll follow me”

He took us to an elevator that needed a key card to operate. The doors closed and I noticed it didn’t have buttons to push and it flew to the top floor. The doors opened to a beautiful living room with gorgeous furnishings. This place was huge, bigger than the house I grew up in. I’m expecting a nice room with a big bed and this place had three huge bedroom and a gigantic master suite, huge living room with a grand piano a dining room with a table big enough for twelve with a giant chandelier above it. The master suite was breathtaking with a large seating area over looking a balcony view of the city. This place was right out of a movie. Big bouquets of white flowers were everywhere. The living room dinning and master, even in the master bath. It was beautiful.

“I think you over did it. This is to much”

“You don’t like it?”

“I didn’t say that. It’s just a lot”

“Damn, I wanted to do something nice for you. To make up for last week”
“You already made up for it”

“We don’t have to stay. It’s no big deal”

“No, that’s not right ether. Come on, lets go talk”

I took his hand and we sat on the couch in the master bedroom.

“It’s really nice and it’s not fair for me to expect you to be something you’re not”

“I just want to be alone with you without anyone looking at us”

“Well, you got your wish. No one can see us up here. Thats for sure. ….kiss me”

I fell into his arms and we held each other as we kissed. Within minutes we were naked and in the bed. We kissed and talked until nearly four in the morning. At least that’s the last time I remember seeing the clock before I passed out dead to the world. Once again, he flooded my dreams and I woke up in total darkness in his arms. I had to pee so bad, my bladder hurt. I eased myself out of bed and felt around until I found the bathroom door. I didn’t even turn the light on and it was so bright in there. I had to put a hand over my eyes as I adjusted to the light. I finished up and glanced at a clock on the vanity and found it was after one in the afternoon and my stomach started rumbling. I opened the door and found all the curtains opened and my handsome man sitting up in bed looking at a room service menu. 

“Good morning beautiful” he smiled

“You’re a mess. I don’t see what you see and I’m thinking you need glasses but I’m so glad you’re blind” 

I ran and jumped in bed with him and planted a big kiss on those full lips. 

“Listen mister, don’t be talking smack about my boyfriend. I think he’s pretty cute”

And he kissed me back, pulling me down into the bed he started to tickle me. I tried to get away but he had a good grip on me. I’m laughing and yelling, trying to get away. He’s on top of me and he just stops. 

“You really are a pretty boy” and kissed me again

“It’s about this boy thing. I’m only a year younger, I’m hardly a boy”

“That’s debatable. Just because you’re taller than the average Americans male. You still look like a little boy, right square in the face and that hair Chris keeps you in makes you look very young. I love the way you look”

We snuggled in again, I’m tucked in beside him. I love the way he smells. 

“MG, are you alright with me and Chris being so close?”

“If I’m totally honest, I’m jealous as hell. This is going to sound crass but I wish I’d figured my shit out sooner and he never would have had a chance to.. ah you know”

“You can’t even say it and you haven’t tried to ether. I’m beginning to think you don’t want to”

“Oh shut up, I can say it all I want. Fuck fuck fuck! There, I said it. Happy now”

“You’ve got no reason to be worried about him…although, he did tell me HE wanted to fuck me the first time he met me”

I gave him an evil grin and wigged and eyebrow. He laughed at me.

“You nasty little slut. You just pass that sweet little ass around for all the boys to play with”

“I’ll have you know that three guys in a little over two years does NOT make me a slut! You tell me, frat boy with the sexy everything, how many girls have you dipped that thing into? Bet you couldn’t count them all. So who’s calling who a slut”

I leaned over a took a nip on his nipple. He yelled and jumped back in mock modesty.

“Call ME a slut..please..you’d probably get off on sharing me with Chris, oh except you still haven’t popped your gay cherry and fucked a boy yet”

I stuck my tongue out at him and started tickling him this time. We carried on like this until his stomach started rumbling which set us off laughing even harder. 

“Come on slut boy, it’s past time to feed me. What’s on the menu?”

“The mediterranean frittata looked really good and I’ve had their eggs Benedict before, fantastic hollandaise sauce. I also like the stuffed brioche French toast. Any of that sound good?”

I got quiet and fidgeted a little.

“What’s wrong?”

“You’re gonna think I’m a stupid hick… I don’t know what any of that is… I mean I know eggs and toast but I never herd of holiday sauce and what ever those other word were”

“He just hugged me and said don’t worry about it. I’ll just order something, okay?”

He picked up the phone and ordered almost everything on the breakfast menu. My eyes nearly bugged out. He told them to just set it all up in the dinning room and to let us know when it was all ready to be served. I was floored. 

“You shouldn’t be spending all your money on me”

“Babe, I haven’t even scratched the interest on my worst stock this month. We’re gonna be just fine”

God I’m dumb, I had no idea what he was talking about. Some times, I hear the guys in the house talking and I feel like poor white trash. Stupid poor white trash at that. 

He was watching my face, studding me again. 

“Penny for your thoughts. Something’s bothering you tell me”

I thought for a bit..

“You only like me because you think I’m cute. I’m too dumb for you. I don’t understand half of the things you talk about. You could do so much better than me”

“First of all, I’m attracted to you because you’re cute. I like you for many reasons and you’re far from stupid or dumb. Nobody gets a free education in this place if they’re not smart, don’t ever say that again. You’re very smart, there are things you don’t know, that doesn’t make you dumb. That makes you inexperienced and I’m going to change some of that, I’m going to show you things”

He got on top of me and started kissing me. He hooks his fingers in my briefs and pulls them off. On the bedside table is a brand new container of lube. He kissed me and jammed his fingers in and scooped out a glob. He rubbed it on my tight little hole, slowly he’s fingering me, just a finger then two and finally a third. He’s opened me up really well, he pulls out and grabs his long cock and strokes the stuff over the head and shaft. 

“When you’re like this, I want you so bad. I have to have you. I was trying to hold out but I can’t”

He pulls my legs back and lines his cock up and starts pushing in. The head is really big, bigger than Chris. My eyes are watering and in breathing hard as I push back. It’s hurting me but I don’t tell him no. He pushed harder and he breached the opening. I gasped and he started kissing me again as his big cock sunk into me. Slowly he’s working that big cock in and out of me, bumping that pleasure spot inside me. I’d lost my hard on when the pain started but with each thrust I’m getting hard again. He never stopped kissing me. He speeds up a little and lifts up like he’s doing push ups over me and each downward movement pushes into me deeper. 

“Look at me baby. I wanna see your sweet face”

His breath is jagged and I feel it, he’s cumming in me. He’s as far in me as he can get and I feel him shooting inside. 

“Hold the door a second while I get this cart in here”

“They must have 10 people in here. I think they ordered nearly every breakfast item we offer”

“Keep your voice down, I’ll do all the talking”

I hate training new guys. I hope they’re good tippers cuz I have to share it with this kid. 

“Don’t make any noise and get that cloth on the table. Plates over there” I whisper

Wonder where everyone is, place is quite as a grave. We get it all set up and I loudly clear my throat and announce breakfast is served. Nothing… I walk over to the master because the double doors are wide open. Dip shit is right beside me. I start to announce breakfast again and I stop dead in my tracks. The hottest ass I’ve ever seen is pumping his cock up some guys cunt. Can’t see him but I know that’s no woman. I should back away but I can’t move. All I can see is his backside and a little of his face. Talk about hot looking. Wish that was me he was fucking like that. Oh damn, he’s breeding that lucky bastards cunt. I’d forgotten my trainee until his said something..

“Holy fuck!” He said under his breath but loud enough to be heard. The guy on top snapped his head and torso around to see who said that. We’re standing there like idiots with our mouths open and I find my voice. 

“Excuse me Sir. Your breakfast is served” and we back away 

I look at my partner in disbelief. 

“I think we just got fired”

We stood by the table and waited to serve as requested. The top guy walks out in a robe looking like something out of a magazine. The other one followed in a matching robe. He’s boyishly cute but hot. The first guy spoke first. He must be Mr. Grace. 

“Guys, I’m so sorry. We didn’t hear you come in. Please forgive this indiscretion”

“Not a problem Mr. Grace. Your food is ready would you like us to serve?”

“No, just give us the run down”

The cute boyish one is red faced with embarrassment but the hot boyfriend is as cool as a cucumber. I lift each cloche and present each item. As I finish he signs the check and marks a tip. Then he reached into his wallet and handed each of us $200 in cash. We excused ourselves and walked out. Nether said a word until we work safely inside the service elevator. 

“Talk about dinner and a show! You fucking believe that?” I open the tip folder and suck in air. “Dude put another 300.00 on the card!”

I gave him a high five and we kinda laughed then silence. 

“Ya get a load of the rockin ass on that guy?” The newby asked

“I wasn’t sure if you were into guys. I wanted to say something so bad” then we were really laughing. I think I’m gonna like working with him…

“Oh my god I’m so embarrassed “

“No big deal. It’s happened before. I’ve been walked in on by one of the maids at my parents a couple of times and several hotel staff have seen my ass in action before. But this is the first time with a guy. We just made the day shift in the kitchen a little more interesting today. They see shit like this all the time. Fix you a plate. I ordered everything I thought sounded good. Try everything and have what you want. I’ll tell you what everything is”

He smiled and kissed me again. I’d just tried the eggs Benedict and loved it and said. 

“That was incredible”

“I agree, I love eggs Benedict, try the frittata”

“No silly, I mean before. In bed”

“Have to agree. And that’s an understatement. I’ve been with lots of girls and they don’t even compare to you. What an ass. It’s so much tighter and muscular and still soft and smooth. You better eat up and get your strength up because baby I’m gonna want some more of that”

I blushed all over again. 

“You need to be careful. When you do that I just wanna fuck you again”

“I didn’t do anything”

“Every time you get all bashful and blush, I wanna fuck you”

“You’re awful” I laughed 

“Wanna hear awful? The thought those guys watched me fuck you turned me on”

“Yeah, was kinda hot”

He opened his robe as he sat beside me. Sure enough, his cock was hard and sticking up. He gave me that silly mock evil grin and wobbled his eyebrows.

“Wanna piece of candy little boy? Why don’t you come over here and sit on my cock”

I slipped off the robe, turned to face him and slid down on his cock. I sat there working his cock with my ass. 

“Nasty little boy. Want me to call the room service waiter so he can watch me fuck you again?”

I started laughing 

“You’re so bad. Oh god this feels so good. Fuck me, Mr. Grace, fuck me hard”

He’s holding me just high enough to ram his cock in and out of me. His last load is making sloppy sounds in me and then he’s shooting in me again. I shot all over him and he just pulled me into the mess as he held me close. 

“I think I understand why I’ve had so many girlfriends and never for very long. I guess I need to get me a rainbow flag because I’m finished with women. Wanna kiss the latest member of the club?”

“You okay with all this?”

“I guess so. I’m setting here with my dick inside the cutest boy on campus. I guess I better be”

“I’m serious MG. It’s a big step. Alone in this room with just me is one thing but what about everyone else finding out?”

“Well, Chris already knows and I bet some of the brothers have figured it out”

“You gonna tell your parents?”

“Fuck, I didn’t think about that. What was it like when you told yours? Did they freak?”

“I haven’t told them yet. I didn’t know what to say”

“So I guess we got another bridge to cross. Oh well, don’t have to think about that now”

He pulled me off of him and we strolled back to the bedroom. 

“Wanna take a shower and clean up?” I asked

“Not yet. I like the way you smell. It’s sexy and hot, like a musk”

“I’ve always loved the way you smell. You’d pass me at the house and I’d inhale your sent. One of the things I love about you”

We fell back in bed and talked and made out. It seemed he was fascinated with my ass, we’d be talking about something completely non sex related and his fingers would end up in me over and over again. At one point he’s telling me about his sister and he’s got two fingers deep inside me. 

“Have you found a new play thing?” I asked, interrupting his story

He looked confused for a second and started to pull out. I stopped him.

“I didn’t say you had to stop. It just seems you’re completely obsessed with being inside of me”

“You might be right. Before I met you the concept of being in a man’s ass and never crossed my mind. Now if had you and it’s all I can think about. It’s so soft inside and yet I touch something and you nearly rip my fingers off with the strength inside. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced”

“You know you’re making me crazy don’t you? You’ve been absentmindedly finger fucking me for almost an hour. Don’t you think I’ve been patient long enough?”

“Come with me, I wanna try something”

He jumped up and pulls me with him. We go in the huge master bath. One whole wall is covered in mirrors. He positions me in front of the white marble vanity and lifted my leg up on the sink. He stands behind me and sinks is raging hard cock inside me. With me in that position, my ass is on full display in the mirror and it looks incredible as it opens to except his big cock. He slowly fucks me as we both stare at the spectacle before us. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” he whispered softly

I had to agree. I’d never seen myself like this before my cock was responding to this little show too. It almost hurt it was so hard. Pre-cum is running from the piss slit in a long clear shining string, sparkling in the bright light. I start working his cock with my ass and that made some of his previous loads of cum leak out of me. That was more than he could stand. He’s like a man on a mission as he started power fucking me. Pre-cum is slinging all over the place, even some on the mirror. He beating my joy button deep in my ass and I grab hold of my cock to keep from cumming. But then we saw it happen. His big smooth balls started drawing up and he moans out….

“Take my load baby. Oh god, just look how hot that looks pumping inside you. His hand slides up my torso and his fingers brush my nipples and BAM, I’m shooting cum everywhere. He holds me tight, so tight it almost hurts and then he relaxed. 

“Brian, you’re the most sexy creature I’ve ever seen. I just wanna be like this with you forever”

My legs are quivering and I’m trying to catch my breath as I watched his big cock slide out of me. My hole looked like a wide open mouth as cum ran out of me. He held me as he helped me stand upright. Still wrapped in his arms he slowly turned me around and kissed me. What a man. He leaned me against the vanity and turned on the warm water and soaked a washcloth. He gently cleaned me up a little then changed his mind. We walked over to the shower and turned it on, came back and helped me into the steaming water and bathed me as gently as a mother would a new born. I loved the feel of his warm hands washing over my spent body and washing my hair. He worked in silence and he kissed me every step of the way. After wrapping me in towels and massaging my worn out body he guided me back to bed and lay me down. 

“My beautiful boy” he whispered as he sat beside me with my head in his lap. “I think I’m falling for you”

“It’s to soon to say that” I told him

“You said you loved me the night of the mixer, remember?”

“I forgot you head that”

“Just as I shut the door and you’ve been turning my whole world over everyday since”

“But I was infatuated with you, that doesn’t count”

“It was the first brick in the wall that you tore down. I’m glad it’s down. I just wanna be like this with you”

“You know it’s too soon for that no mater what I was saying. But I feel the same way”

“Let’s just play it by ear, baby. I just like the way this feels”

Time was on our side, classes had only been back in session a little while. I looked forward to seeing what was next as my freshman year progressed. I wonderful boyfriend and new friendships, so much had changed in such a short amount of time.

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I’m normally the biggest outdoor lover there is. It’s exciting for me to follow a dirt trail just to see where it leads and if you get dirty, so be it. But this morning I woke up with scratches all across my stomach and chest. They were bright red and hurt worse when I touched the fresh scars. But scars heal and none of that mattered to me. His arm was around me and every time I tried to get up, that arm was pulling me back inward. So, in the meantime, I enjoyed the hour or so listening to the birds chirping and the squirrels walking by, outside our tent.

It was finally peaceful after weeks of constant stress. When the world shut down, we thought this would last a few days. Then we thought it would last a few weeks. And then we went crazy. I always worked from home so when the world shut down, my hours were cut but nothing really changed for me other than the fact that going to the store for groceries is a little different now. But my boyfriend, Troye was laid off from work months ago and since then, he’s been playing video games and going for walks during my work hours. Then in our downtime, we video call each other and make the best out of the bad situation.

One night a week, him and I make our own dinners at our apartments and set up our laptops across the table so we could still have our weekly date night. Troye doesn’t complain about work near as much because he’s not there to have his boss breathing down his neck. But it’s nice to have something resembling normal right now, even if a Skype dinner date is the closest we can get to normal. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still making us go crazy being cooped up in an apartment alone, miles away from one another. But those Skype dinner dates make me happy.

And by happy, I guess you can say the Skype dates make me happy in more ways than one. I don’t remember which of us was the one to head into the bedroom with our laptop first but it’s nice to hear him call me a slut again. To be fair to Troye, I do act quite slutty when I’m around him but that’s only because I’m a cum whore and I couldn’t live without the taste. Sometimes he tries to use my sluttiness against me though and really, I don’t mind. For instance, back before the world closed and we’d spend the night over each other’s apartment, he’d shoot his load deep in my ass because he knew it would tease me. He always said that he liked the idea of breeding me and that’s why he liked to cum in my ass. But really, I think it’s because he knows I like the taste too much so I’ll go down on him right after and make him shoot a second time in my throat.

But now with the world shut down, our Skype calls have gotten nearly as slutty sometimes. He shoots his load into his hand and then puts his hand up to the camera, letting me see what I’m missing out on. I’m not going to lie though, it’s nice because it triggers my mind into remembering that taste on my tongue. And in a weird way, I could taste it even though he’s not there in person. It’s sort of like when you see a picture of a cheeseburger on the menu at the restaurant. You can start to taste it because it triggers that part of your brain.

It’s nice to have him tease me and to see him naked but it’s not the same as seeing him in person. And to be honest, I could handle staying inside for weeks and deal with not having to go shopping in malls, which I hate anyway. What bothers me is not being able to see my family or my boyfriend. I can’t kiss Troye through a phone or a laptop camera. And that’s why we’re here in the middle of the forest.

Troye was going mad not being able to do anything besides play video games and go for walks alone. He’s been tied up in his apartment and he wasn’t even tied up in a good way where his arms and legs are tight against the bed. I’ve been slowly growing mad not being able to see anyone without an internet app connecting us. So, when Troye had the idea of going camping in a place where no one would be bothered by campers, this is the first place that came to mind. It’s a place I used to come to as a kid when my family was fighting and I needed some time away. It’s not a camping area and hardly anyone even knows it’s here. So, while most people go to state and local parks, these woods are empty.

Troye and I packed our hiking bag for the weekend and texted our families where we were going. We each hiked into the forest from slightly different spots so no one would notice but then we met up at an old bunker which was sticking out of the ground about a quarter-mile into the treeline. We’ve both walked this trail before from our past adventures, so it was the perfect spot to meet. As soon as I saw him, the next ten minutes or so were spent with my lips on his and my cock sprung up faster than a rooster in the morning. But eventually, we got to hiking and my obvious boner went down.

We found this flat spot of dirt and put up the tent. Troye made a little fire with some flint and his pocket knife while I got the hot dogs out of the container in my backpack and put them on sharpened sticks. We sat by the fire cooking and devouring them. And then a huge bear showed up and we ran for our lives…no, really? Did you fall for that joke? I began this story by telling you how I woke up in the morning in the tent. So, I was just making sure you were paying attention because for this next part, you’ll really want to know every detail.

Anyway, by this time it was getting dark but there was still enough light to barely see around the campsite we built for the night. I spent a moment cuddled up next to Troye with his arm around my shoulders. It didn’t even matter what we talked about, as long as it got our minds off of things back home and as long as we were next to each other, that’s all I needed.

“Do you want another hot dog, Alex?” Troye asked.

“Sorry, we don’t have anymore babe. I only brought two ’cause I only had so much room.” I replied.

“Not what I meant Alex but good try.”

“Oh, you mean…?”

“I mean it’s hard not to notice your dick has been pitching its own tent all afternoon so I took a wild guess that you’re still hungry.”

“Of course I’m hungry for that,” I replied with a giant smile as I lifted my head from his shoulder and began to kiss him. I reached my hand up under the thigh of his shorts and slowly made my way to his cock. He was already solid as a rock and had his cock pressed up against his leg so I wouldn’t notice at first but there was no mistaking that feeling. Who knew that watching each other eat hot dogs could be so seductive and tease him so much? …Me, I knew exactly what it would do and I was happy with that. If you don’t want a slut as a boyfriend, don’t go into the woods with a slut. If you don’t want a guy who thinks ten steps ahead of you and tricks you, just so he can get what he wants to eat, don’t go into the woods with a slut. Luckily for him, I only get slutty for one man.

But with him already solid as a rock, I pulled my hand out and began unbuttoning his shorts while he took off his shirt. Oh, how I missed that hairy chest of his. I couldn’t help but smell his sweat accumulated across his chest as I lowered my head down to his almost ten-inch-long cock sticking up. I pulled down his foreskin with my hand before circling my lips around his mushroom tip like I had done many times before. But this wasn’t the dildo I gave a blow job to over our video calls these past few weeks. This was the real thing again and I loved it. I slid my lips down as far as I could before I started to gag. He liked the sound of me gagging on it but I just enjoyed hearing him breathe deeper and moan as my lips slowly went lower and lower.

It had been weeks since I tasted his dick so I was fully intending on taking my sweet time enjoying it. I lifted my lips all the way up to his tip once again before slowing going back down. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to the tip of his cock and forced my head back down a few times more.

“Hey slut boy…” he remarked, “I think I have a better idea.” Troye began pulling my head up by the back of my hair and I was happy to follow his commands. We stood up and he plunged his tongue deep into my mouth and started making out with me again as his fingers were unfastening my belt and dropping my shorts to the dirt. He broke away from our kiss just in time to pull my shirt up and take it off of me.

“Someone came prepared like a good little boy scout,” Troye said as he cupped the outside of my very full jockstrap. I don’t recommend wearing a jockstrap as the only undergarment beneath your shorts when going hiking and camping all day, that is unless you’re a slut boy like me. He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me over to a tree which was one of the trees circling our makeshift campsite. Troye faced me towards the tree and told me to wait there. Considering how pent up we both were, I was sure to get a stomach full of his cum if I played along, because I totally didn’t plan on getting him horny ;-). And so I did as I was told, as all good slut boys do.

He went back to his backpack and I heard him move things around in his pack to find something. Soon enough, he came back with some rope he brought with him. Normally we use that rope to fix our tent or use on other things you need around a makeshift campsite. After all, we were both boy scouts back in the day so you don’t go into the woods without a knife and some rope. But sure enough, Troye instructed me to wrap my arms around the tree trunk and give it a hug before he proceeded to go to the opposite side of the tree and tie my wrists to each other. My ass was now facing our tent and the small campfire which was still burning. But it was impossible for me to move too much seeing that I couldn’t untie these knots without seeing them on my wrists and the tree was unmovable.

With my hands secured, Troye furthered his instructions: “Hold on tight, boy.” I didn’t understand why he was asking me to hug the tree tighter but nevertheless, I hugged the tree tightly with my arms. Troye proceeded to lift my left leg into the air and wrapped it around the tree, just like my arms were. Then he went to my right leg. I squeezed together my thighs around the tree so I wouldn’t slide down and so my feet wouldn’t touch the ground. Finally, Troye tied my ankles together so I couldn’t move them either. I was now dangling off a tree in the middle of the forest. Troye is lucky I trust him.

Twenty minutes hadn’t even gone by yet from when I first wrapped my hand around his cock to me dangling off a tree. But I don’t know why you’re surprised, I told you I’m a slut for him. I couldn’t move an inch but that was the way he liked seeing me. I could feel my cock trembling from inside of my jockstrap, which at this point was the only thing saving my cock from getting splinters.

“That’s the biggest piece of wood you ever had” Troye laughed.

Needless to say, we were lucky no one was around and no one knew about this area. I was tied to a tree and couldn’t move too fast if anyone came across us at this point. But Troye went behind me and picked out a condom packet from his pack. I could hear him slipping it on his ten-inch cock as he made his way back over to me.

But instead of going right for my hole, he wanted to have some fun with his new pinata. And so Troye began slapping my ass, harder and harder with every spank. My ass was bright red by the end, but eager for him to have his way with me. With every spank, I could feel my cock trembling again inside of my jockstrap. He then stuck his hand in front of my mouth and made me suck on his fingers.

His body pressed against mine to hold me tight to the tree as he penetrated my hole with his middle finger and circled it around inside to warm me up. I was breathing heavily for the next few minutes but enjoying every second of it. Then Troye took his fingers out and I knew what was coming next. He grabbed his giant cock and pressed it up next to my hole. As his arms wrapped me and pressed me into the tree, he ever-so-slowly pushed his hips upward as his cock slowly slid into my man-pussy. I was overcome in joy and started moaning, quite proud to be a slut in the forest for the birds and the squirrels to hear.

His cock went deep inside of me and I could feel my insides moving around to make room for such a large visitor. He pulled almost all the way out before asking me, “you ready boy?”. With an eager-as-hell mumble, I made it clear that I was ready for anything he wished. He thrust his cock up much faster and began breeding me as fast as he could. He would slow down for a second to catch his breath but then speed back up to full-on ramming mode. With every thrust, my moans were getting louder but no one was within miles to hear. Besides, my moans turn him on and show him that I want to be fucked harder.

I could feel the bark of the tree rubbing against my chest and stomach with every thrust of his body. All I could do was hold on for the ride. But even if it hurt, I liked the pain at that moment and my ass was being opened to new widths so my entire body was loving being his slave. He began kissing the back of my neck and softly biting on my shoulders so I knew he was enjoying me being his slave too. Faster and faster he pounded me into the tree.

Then, suddenly, he stopped and I could feel his cock slightly expand and contract in spurts while deep inside of me. It would normally be at this point when I would feel his warm cum cover my insides. He normally would make me feel like an extra-full cream-filled donut. But in the forest, we can’t bring lube so a condom is the next best alternative to forest breeding. I mean, after a few times blowing each other on hikes, we quickly found a way to do more than a blowjob by just bringing a condom with us. He let out another deep breath and kissed my neck again before slowly gliding his cock out of my hole.

“You still hungry, slut?” he politely asked.

I nodded my head up and down, “Yes, please master.” I replied.

“Open wide then…” he demanded before I opened my mouth and turned slightly towards him, looking up in the sky. He slid his condom off of his slick cock and held it up above me before pouring all of his warm cum into my mouth.

Once my stomach was full of his cum, he quickly went to his backpack again and came back holding a sharpie marker. My boyfriend likes to overprepare for the forest hikes we go on so if we get lost, he can mark trees to know which ones we went past already. But he began markering my ass, writing ‘Cum Slut’ on my two ass cheeks. What can I say? It was my favorite part of our session other than seeing him so happy.

Troye then went around to the other side of the tree and untied my legs and then my wrists. The only problem was that I was still his slave so I was still under his control to do whatever he wanted me to do. And so, when he held my hand and pulled me over to the fire, I had to go along. We stood beside the tiny fireplace we made for the night and Troye reached his hand into my jockstrap, soaking wet with precum and pulled out my rigid cock. “Let’s put out the fire,” he said as he aimed my cock towards it like a fire hose. I reached my hand over to his flaccid cock and did the same. He began spraying the fire but I was too excited to start my stream. And Troye knew it. So, he licked his fingers and began playing with my mushroom head until I started spraying the fire. But soon enough the fire was out and we finished our streams.

He then ran to grab the rope from the ground by the tree before leading me to our tent. We hopped inside, taking off our shoes as we entered. My cock was still at full salute and his mushroom tip was now slowly covering his foreskin as his shaft got softer. Inside the tent, he made me put my arms behind my back and tied my wrists together again. He softly laid me down on my back but now my full weight was resting against my hands, tied up behind me.

Troye finally took off my jockstrap completely and hog-tied my feet together so I was once again helpless to his domination. But that’s simply how we both liked it. Troye might try to deny it but he loves sex as much as I do. Only he prefers to top and be dominant and I prefer to do whatever he says in these moments. So, it works out fine for both of us this way.

But before anything further, he began kissing me again while holding my shaft in his strong hand and squeezing it tightly in his grip. He released me from his sloppy kiss, let go of my cock, and suddenly grabbed my wet jockstrap to place it in my mouth and gag me. Troye then set his sight on my cock and wrapped his lips around my mushroom tip before sliding all the way down my six and a half-inch shaft.

I was moaning into the cold, wet fabric of my jock while tasting my own precum on my tongue. He rode my shaft up and down with his hand and lips. I was in a state of pure bliss. The best part was, I still had a cold feeling deep inside of my ass which stays there for hours after a proper breeding session with a man hung like a horse.

I would let out a loud moan through the jockstrap and Troye would suddenly stop. He would start again, I would moan, and he would stop again. Every other time he stopped, he’d quickly spank my ball sack which would send horny shivers up my spine and only make me want to cum more. As I said, I like pain and getting spanked in these moments with him. This was far from his first time torturing me but he knew I enjoyed it and he knew it made for a larger explosion so he kept it up as long as he could.

But after so long, there’s only so much twitching my cock could do and I was panting so hard that I forgot how to moan. So, Troye kept sliding his lips softly and slowly up and down my shaft, only this time my cock was exploding no matter what. And when he realized that, some cum went into his mouth which he quickly swallowed but he speedily removed his lips from around my shaft. Troye continued jerking my cock as fast as he could with his hand until every last drop of cum was drained from my balls.

My cum got all over our tent, even hitting the ceiling of the tent and our sleeping bags. It was covering my chest and parts of my face. Troye just wiped the cum off my face and made me lick his fingers dry, as per usual with our handjob sessions. If he didn’t want a man to lick cum off of everything, then he shouldn’t be dating a cum whore slut like me. But the tent and sleeping bags were something we could clean later. My chest was still covered in white drops of cum and covered in red burn marks from the tree I was tied to earlier.

Troye just proceeded to wipe his hand all over my chest and rub my cum into my skin like it were a skincare product. “You’re a good slut boy, so I’ll let you sleep in it tonight,” he said before removing my jockstrap from my mouth.

“I love you, master,” I replied.

“I love you too Alex,” he said as he leaned down to give me a kiss again. This time, his kiss was more tenderly and loving than before but the master and slave dynamic ends when we shoot our final loads of the night.

So, then he untied me and wrapped his arm around me, holding me like the smaller spoon I was always meant to be. And hours later, here I am still in his arms and listening to the birds and the squirrels. I woke up an hour before him but I didn’t mind listening to the sounds of the forest for a while. Along with being filled with cum and drained from my own, the forest sounds are exactly what I needed to calm down from the world. My prince then woke from his sleep and I turned to kiss him good morning. It took us a while to stop kissing and whispering to tell each other how much we missed sleeping next to one another. But eventually, it was time to clean up our little makeshift campsite to go home again.

We left no trace in the forest but the tree bark really did a number on my chest. Those scars will heal in time but for now, they are a fun reminder of our camping trip together. As we walked back to the edge of the forest holding hands, I think we both knew that we would eventually have to get back in our cars and go to our apartments again. It would soon be another Skype dinner date next weekend and another chance for me to see his cock only through a laptop camera. I think that’s why the closer we got to the cars, the tighter he held my hand.

It was romantic to feel him holding me tighter, knowing he would soon have to let me go. But then he just froze in the middle of our conversation. His feet didn’t want to take another step. “If I promise to make you dinner when you get done work every day,” Troye began saying to me. “And if I get to have your ass and mouth as much as I want, could I stay over for a couple of days longer?… You know I don’t go anywhere dangerous and I just want more time with you, Alex.”

“If I gave you a kiss right now,” I replied, “would you assume my answer would be a yes or a no?”

“A yes,” said Troye.

I leaned over and gave him a giant kiss while I groped his cock through his sorts. I didn’t let him speak but slowly, I pushed him about a foot backward towards a tree that was behind him. He was pressed up against the tree hard before I knelt down in front of him and unzipped his fly to reveal his cock which was already getting harder by the second. His foreskin was still covering most of his tip but I love his foreskin. It added an extra sweet taste to his cock as it slid across my tongue. I gently slid my lips up and down his shaft until he was at his full ten inches.

Troye started brushing my hair with his hand and as I opened my eyes to look up, his face was smiling ear to ear. I was taking my time slowly gliding my lips down his shaft and sucking in my breath as my lips slid back up towards his tip. But I was taking my time because we both enjoyed it just as much as the other did and there is never any reason to rush it. Making love should never be rushed, even if you’re a cum whore, slut boy like me.

But eventually, he grabbed the back of my head and kept my mouth locked on his cock. The more I gagged, the more he seemed to shoot into the back of my throat. Lucky for me, last night didn’t drain his balls completely and he had plenty left to give. I released his cock and just looked up to his face towering above me. He looked down and saw I was holding his cum in my mouth. “You can swallow now if you want, slut boy,” he instructed.

I swooshed it around my mouth to cover every tastebud with the best taste in the world. Then, I took a big gulp and felt his cum warm my belly before getting back on my feet and putting his cock back inside its zippered cage.

“So, I take it that’s a yes?” he asked.

“No, I don’t like your terms at all. Unless you’re willing to change some terms then that was your last blowjob for a long time.” I replied.

“What do you want me to change?”

“Well, first off you would have to wear headphones if you wanted to play video games while I’m working. My boss would kill me if I fell behind even though I have ample time nowadays to do my work.”

“Okay, no problem,” he replied.

“And WAY more importantly here, you said you would be able to have my ass and my mouth as much as you want,”

“What’s wrong with that, sexy? I thought you would’ve liked that rule.”

“Well, it doesn’t account for the fact that I’m a cum whore and want your cock more than you want my ass. So, if you stayed over for a couple of weeks, you would be able to have my ass and my mouth as much as I want, which is far more often than the other way around.”

“Wait, so you’re counter offer is more sex and instead of a couple of days, now it’s a couple of weeks?”

“Yeah, I know my rules are harsh, aren’t they?” I replied with a smile.

“Well, I would say yes but apparently now we’re giving blowjobs to say yes to one another.”

“Don’t worry, you can always say yes to me when we get to my apartment and hop in the shower together,” I replied.

I didn’t know it but I guess Speedos are a universal language. We’re at some resort on the Mediterranean which is cool, but I don’t speak French, and there’s no guys my own age. The beach is beautiful though, and at least I can go swimming as much as I want. But basically, zero action. Until day three. I get up early and go down to the beach which is completely deserted, and I’m standing there trying to decide if it’s going to be too cold when this guy shows up next to me. He’s fucking gorgeous, big, solid, a lot like my coach back in Wisconsin. The coach whose jockstraps I’m really missing. The guy says something to me. His voice is deep, I have no idea what the heck he’s saying. I smile and shrug and kind of raise my eyebrows. Then he says, “American?”

Idiotically, I say, “Si.” I follow up with, “No, oui.”

“American.” He laughs at my pathetic linguistic abilities.

I’m staring at his chest, which I can see because he’s only wearing a Speedo, with a towel over his shoulder. I want to stare at his Speedo and check out the big bulge, but I’m facing the ocean, we’re both facing the ocean. Actually, the sea. The Mediterranean. But it’s like an ocean. He’s got nice big nipples, the kind I really like to chew on, and he’s hairy in just the right way. I look at his face, he looks like he’s thinking. Finally he says, “You swim?”

I wrap my arms across my chest and act out shivering and say, “Cold?”

In response he shakes his head and says what sounds like, “Pah! You swim with me!” Without a backward glance he marches down the beach toward the water. His back looks amazing, v-shaped with all these muscles, and his thighs and the ass packed into the speedos magnetize me; I follow him like a zombie. I would follow this guy anywhere. He drops the towel, looks back at me one time and then runs toward the water. He dives through the shallow waves and swims forward underwater until he comes up further out, shaking his head. He looks at me then beckons with an arm and shouts, “Come!”

Having no choice I drop my towel next to his and run forward into the water. Aughhh! It’s as cold as I feared but now I’m committed and I plow on until I have to dive forward. It’s cold enough that I shoot up out of the water as if I’m trying to get out of it. I can hear him laughing behind me. I turn, treading water and see his laughing face. “Dauphin,” he says.

“What?”

“Dauphin. Delfin.” He makes an arcing gesture with his hand.

“Oh! Dolphin.”

He says, “Delfin.”

We tread water laughing at each other, and his face is big and close to mine. He says something else I don’t understand, it’s half statement half question. Then his arms reach for me in the water. I feel his hands on my rib cage, kind of gripping my waist for a second, then passing over the front of my board shorts, gripping my cock, briefly squeezing it, and then he says something else which I still don’t understand, and he laughs again. Then I realize he’s saying in English, “Nice, ver nice.”

I reach for him, it’s hard to really feel him while treading water but his chest is huge and I feel his pecs and touch his shoulder and his stomach. Then I feel his hand guiding mine lower and he brings it to the bulge in his Speedo. He’s swimming too, so we’re both moving around but I get a good feel for a moment. Even though the water is pretty chilly, touching his cock, even through the Speedo, makes me start to bone up. He lets go of my hand for a minute and then grabs it again. I gasp when I realize he has pulled down his speedo so his cock is free. Suddenly I have it wrapped in my fist, well, as much as I can hold, it’s definitely bigger than my hand. He nods proudly and laughs as if to say, “go on!” but then he dives.

I feel him touch my feet and then his hands run up my calves and up my thighs and a little bit inside my board shorts but mostly on the outside. Then his face, I think, is running up my spine and then his chest hits my back and he’s behind me in the water and he’s got his arms around me, and for a minute, for a moment, before we start sinking he’s hugging me. Then he’s in front of me. He raises his eyebrows and says authoritatively, “Uutel.”

He swims for shore and I follow. He doesn’t dry himself but grabs his towel and heads directly for the beach shower. He turns once to see if I am following him and when he sees that I am he turns forward again. He’s fast with the shower; it’s no warmer than the ocean. But I finally get a good look at all of him. He has strong legs, a big torso and arms. He looks like he works out and he’s a big, fully grown man. I like that. I like that a lot. I’m toweling off when he says, “something-something lo shaad.” Again, without really seeing if I’m following him or not he takes off. I almost have to jog to keep up. I don’t know what’s going on but I’m not letting this guy out of my sight!

I follow him through the resort, along the little paths to one of the cottages. He reaches behind a plant and pulls out the room key, turns and looks at me, and says something in French. I’m pretty sure it means do you want to come in, or are you coming. I nod and stumble forward.

He gestures for me to follow him, still without really slowing down, leading the way into the bathroom, where he turns the shower on hot and jumps in. He reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me into the shower. “Lo shaad” he says, with a grin. After the ocean and the beach shower the water feels so different, hot, lighter, sweeter. I’m totally conscious of his size, our size difference, he’s so much bigger. He’s got soap and he’s lathering up, and then his hands are on me, sliding over my shoulders and down my back. I’m pressed up against him and I can feel his wet fur, and the mass of his muscled gut, and his Speedo, bulging again. My face goes up to his and he kisses me, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I also feel him struggling to untie my board shorts, which fall down once he eases them over my fat butt.

I can feel his cock now, he’s pulled his Speedo down so his cock is out and his balls. It’s a big hard man’s cock. I think he’s not circumsized, but the skin’s pulled back from over the head. He’s really soaping my crack now and his big fingers are playing with my tight pink pucker. Our bodies are pressed right up against each other and the hot water and the heat from the steam and him all feel so good. I kiss his pecs and the little valley between them and then I start to kiss downwards. I’m trying to get to his cock when he turns the water off.

He gives me the big towel and uses the smaller one himself. He rubs my back briskly, and he dries himself carefully. His big cock is not hard, but it’s not soft either, it’s full, and it kind of bounces around. I want to grab it but I’m still drying myself and it seems like he takes being thoroughly dry real seriously. When I guess he thinks he’s dry enough he works on me a little more. Then he gives me a nod, seeming to say, “okay, good enough,” hangs up the towels, gives me a little slap on the butt, and pulls me into the bedroom.

He stands at the foot of the bed, and I step up to face him. Now he’s got his hands all over me, on my shoulders and the outside of my arms and my lats and just running his hands all over me. It feels really good, not like a massage, but almost like I’m an alien and he’s finding out for the first time what I am and how we’re they different. I instinctively fill my chest out and pose a little, suddenly grateful for all those grueling lacrosse workouts. His cock is harder, and I reach for it. I want to get that big helmet head in my mouth and see if I can get it down my throat. He’s cupping my balls and he’s got a couple fingers sliding back and forth on my taint, rubbing it and suddenly my butt hole twitches. It doesn’t do that very often but now I really want his fingers to reach further and get back there. But I also want to go down on my knees and get his cock in my mouth. He pulls me to him and kisses me. We’re still for a moment, nothing moving except our tongues as they find each other.

He says, “Kock, you like my kock.”

I nod. He grins, “Boy like my kock.” Then he corrects himself, “Boys like my kock.”

“I bet they do,” I reply cheerfully, with a chuckle.

He doesn’t understand me but it doesn’t matter. He pushes me onto the bed and suddenly we have our mouths on each other’s cocks. He completely engulfs me, taking my sturdy five-incher right to the root. I struggle a bit more with him, but I’m doing pretty well. When I take him deep he grunts approvingly. He pulls off my cock and for a sec I can’t tell what he’s doing but I think he’s licked his fingers, I’m sure he has because I can feel the spit as he starts to probe my boy hole. Oh yeah! This is what the doctor ordered!

His fingers are big but he’s not too rough, and he’s got my cock back in his mouth, and he’s managed to reach for a tube of something that he starts using to prime me. He’s got one finger in up past the knuckle and as he pumps it in and out I instinctively spread my thighs wider, and I can feel them shake a little bit with excitement. With anticipation. Even though his mouth feels great on my cock it’s his finger, wait! now maybe two fingers! that are inside me that make me feel like a mass of butterflies. Suddenly I remember Coach with his big hairy arms and blunt fingers digging down the back of my shorts, playing with my jockstrap and running down the center of my sweaty crack after practice. Ohhhhhh! for a second I can see the big bent fuckstick in Coach’s piss-stained jock but I’m jerked back to the present by a third lubed finger pressing in. I’m still sucking on his big cock but he’s now concentrating on getting me ready. I have no objections.

“You like to ride mens,” he says. “You like to ride my kock.”

“Sure,” I say, “Yes, I do.”

Then he surprises me. He says, “Tell me.”

“I don’t speak French. No parle…”

He says, “Non, non français, Eenglish.” He says, “Talk, talk.”

“Really? Most people want me to shut up.”

He doesn’t understand this and shrugs, but rolls his hand, gesturing for me to talk.

“Um, you’re really hot,” I say, looking at him directly.

His eyes look at mine flicking side to side, it’s clear he sort of understands but not really.

“I like your cock,” I continue, “your cock’s great. It’s nice and big, not too huge but it’s great. I like the big head. I want it inside me. I think it’s going to feel amazing. Sliding up inside me.”

I look at him again, we’ve shifted position, he’s lying on his back and I’m facing him straddling his thighs. His cock is just in front of mine and I wrap my hand around it and I slowly stroke it. “Yeah, yeah, you like that? You like me playing with your big cock? You’re going to like it even more when I sit on it.”

He lets his head roll a little bit to one side, looking at me still. His mouth is open a tiny bit and I can see his eyes working as he listens to me.

“Lube,” I say, pointing toward the bedside table. He hands me the tube and I start lubing his cock as I continue talking. “You have a great body. I love your big muscles. Especially right here…” I reach his lats and the side of his pecs with my free hand. “You work out, it really shows. I guess I thought that was just an American thing, you know, we spend so much time at the gym, but I guess you do, too.”

By now I’ve got his cock really lubed. I gesture for him to hold it by the base, and I get up on my feet still straddling him. I’m squatting with my ass right over his cock and I look a question at him. “Go on?” He nods eagerly. I lower my ass on to the head of his cock. It’s just touching me, enough to hold everything where it needs to be for the big moment, LOL. He rolls his hand, making makes the talk gesture again.

“I guess by now you figured out I’m not a virgin,” I say. “My coach took care of that last year. He’s a lot like you but he’s bigger and hairier. You have a better stomach though, better abs, he has more of a beer muscle gut. He sure can fuck though. And he likes to talk.”

I stop, because I want to concentrate on the moment here. He’s looking at me with this expression that says, “Are you gonna do it? Are you gonna do it? Come on, do it! Do it!” With just a little bounce I push down and will my pucker to expand and open enough to take the big helmet head. With only one tiny gritting of teeth I manage it. Damn! He’s big, but damn, it feels great!

Our eyes are locked on each other, his saying, “Yeah, you got this,” and mine saying, “Oooooooo!” LOL. He nods approvingly as I start to take more of him, lowering my really tightly stretched pucker and taking him deeper and deeper up my jockhole. The whole time I can feel how big and hard he is, harder than a dildo, and every once in a while he flexes his cock. He makes the talk gesture again.

“Talk?” I ask. He nods, eagerly.

“Okay. This feels great. I can feel your big fat hard cock sliding up inside me. I hope it feels good for you. You look like you’re enjoying it. Your cock tells me you’re enjoying it. I always know Coach enjoys it. He talks a lot. I guess I said that. Okay, ready for me to ride?”

Now that I’m pretty much impaled, I start to bounce up and down, rising up enough to be able to slide back down further. When I start doing this he nods approvingly. He’s got his hands on my hips now, not yet moving me, but moving with me.

I start to babble. “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! That’s really good. You’re really fuckin’ big, you know that? Ohhh, okay, now you’re hitting the spot, oh, yeah!”

He laughs, for the first time, and begins to thrust upwards with his hips. Oooohhhhh. “Coach says a lot of things. ‘Love me some jockhole.’ He’s always saying, ‘love me some jockhole. You’ve got such a sweet jockhole. Oh yeah, open up for me, lemme in that tight little pucker. Oh, yeah, open up that sweet little hole for me, son!’” I’m now bouncing up and down on his cock, taking it all the way, rising up until it’s almost out, and then suctioning back down. I can feel the head rub my boyspot. This is great. He’s thrusting, too. Uhh, uhh, uhhh!

I check out his face; he’s happy and approving, his mouth’s open and his eyes look bigger. I can’t tell how close he is, though. I say, “Are you ready?” I ask again, “Ready?” He sits up and takes me in his arms, so I’m sitting on his cock and he’s holding me. This is nice, the full on contact, but he can’t thrust with me sitting on his cock. Which is waaaay deep inside me. He kisses me, and still kissing me, rolls or scrambles forward, so I’m on my back and he’s between my legs. His cock comes out, so he pulls me more into position, more securely on the bed, LOL, and then he gets right back in.

He’s got my ankles back by my ears and I can feel the weight of him on me as his cock goes deep, deep, deep. Now he’s fucking me, really fucking me. I can feel the exit and the re-entry and each time knocks the breath out of me. He’s breathing harder too. I can feel getting closer, and closer, and I cry out, ahhhh, ahhh, and he nods and grunts and jackhammers away, picking up speed, and then with a roar he comes, and I’m right there with him.

Gotta love a hot guy in a Speedo. It’s a universal language!

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For my 30th Birthday Mother Nature decided to give me an extra special present. With a birthday that landed  on a Friday I was looking forward to going to work then out drinking with my friends and throwing myself at all good looking guys. So when I woke up that morning I didn’t  bother to look at the weather and found myself rushing out the door into a February sleet to catch the bus before I was late to work. What followed was my feeling like the ground was pulled right out from under me then wondering through the ringing in my head , Why my right arm hurt so much and felt like its flopping about.  Well it didn’t take long before I figured out my humorous(upper arm bone) was broken.

 Not only was the The experience painful it was quite terrifying  however I managed to get myself into the ER that was mercifully close to my home. Though I was in quit a bit of pain I kind of quit thinking about it when I saw the Dr. walk into the room. . He was what I like to call a classic Ken doll. Blond hair with a medium built mesomorphs frame that stood close to six foot tall and a very friendly face. And friendly demeanor I soon found.

 

“Good morning”….”Well I’m never gonna get that name right on a first try.” The Dr. said as he read my chart, then introduced himself while asking permission to use my 1st name “I’m Dr. Whacker can I call you Mikal?”

“Sure” I said enjoying his familiar manner as I checked him out trying to not be noticed.  Not wanting him to to leave I told him how it had happened and how I tried to flag somebody down to call an ambulance but everyone though I was waving hello and had to walk to all the way.

After cursory inspection the Dr. looked at me and said.

“Well it don’t take a Dr to tell ya you got a broke arm. But I need X-Rays to figure out what your next move will be. But in the meantime lets deal with that pain first. Here  take these Vicodin and I’m ordering you a shot of Dilaudid. 

Dilaudid…woo…wee…looking back I am glad it took a broken arm to get, because I liked it way to much. After the nurse injected it through the IV line into my arm the sudden wave of euphoria left me not caring that I was in pain. After the X Rays the Dr Whacker returned. Normally I wouldn’t even have tried, but the drugs had taken all my inhibitions away and from what I recall I just had to tell him he how good he looked and that he could take me out anytime. I said several other things that caused the nurses to blush to. The Dilaudid had me so bombed the staff ended up calling my boss and convincing him to come pick me up and take me home after I was treated.

 

 He gave me the stock answer “Thank you but I can’t date patients” When I was given my release papers with instructions I found a yellow sticky note with Dr. Whackers first name Dick and his personal phone number and message call me when you feel better.

While it would take until late spring for my arm to completely heal I worst of the pain was gone in three weeks and I wasn’t going to let an opportunity to go out with him slip by.  So I called and got his voicemail. Almost immediately after I left a message Dick returned my call. Oh and I’m glad I called. Dick knew how to use his dick.

We ended up making a morning date and going out for because he would be on the overnight shift. Which was a winner with me because it was Sunday and I knew of a Bar and Grill that did a steak and eggs and Bloody Mary special on Sunday. The Date went well and we ended up kissing in Dicks car outside my apartment after we left the bar and grill and returned to my place. Getting hot I asked Dick if he’d like to come in for a blow

Once in my home Dick learned real quick my broken arm didn’t affect my ability to give him a blow job. Once in my apartment Dick took the lead carefully undressing me and then himself we left a trial of cloths leading to the living room. W went into my living room and after he took a seat in my easy chair I knelt down between his legs and began then half erect penis to life. Standing 8 1/2” in its full glory I damn near choked myself on his rod but I love slobbering all over a dick I also love it when a man encourages me and Dick provided me plenty touching me and letting me know I was a sweet little cock sucker. Stopping me before he came Dick said “I want to fuck your ass I’ll be careful not to hurt your arm.

 

 True to his word Dick was careful not to hurt my arm. That’s because I chose to ride him. After lubing up I straddled his cock and slowly impaled myself on it. Staying still for a moment I basked in the feeling of fullness with Dick’s 81/2” inches filling me. Then I began to slowly ride and grind as Dick slowly returned thrusts. It felt so good I barely paid attention to my arm other than to hold the sling it was in against my chest so it didn’t move. Somehow we had found a perfect position it felt so good my asshole loosened quickly allowing Dick to trust harder. Feeling good Dick got talkative asking if I was enjoying his dick when it felt so good I moaned sometimes stopping and touching my cock. Eventually Dick could hold back no more. I felt his dick grow harder then came the rush of warmth fill me. Not one to blow a load and leave a guy hanging with an ass full cum Dick had me sit down and sucked my dick until I came.  

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XOXOXO

Hope I helped you cum

Mikal 

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I found quite early in my experience—and, eventually, career—that being able to bareback in sex with a man was a means to please him to the extent that he would commit to me—financially and with favor, if not romantically. I found that it took me to higher levels of satisfaction too. So, after initially letting myself be taken that way out of naivete, I researched the issue and found a means to combine drugs and checkups to be able to offer myself that way, if I chose to do it with a particular man. It has served me well through the years and has given me my own niche.

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The glass top of the patio table in the lanai between the glass sliding doors into the house and the pool was cold on my bare butt, but that was hardly noticeable in contrast to the hard cock that was deep up inside my ass, willing me to open to it fully. Arthur Ritchey was standing between my spread thighs, his silk robe open and hanging loose at his sides as he embraced me, his arms wrapped around my torso, the fingers of his right hand buried in the hair at the back of my head, grasping the curls of my hair, arching my head back so that I was staring up at the blue wavy effect of the light reflecting off the swimming pool in the ceiling of the lanai. His left hand was palming my buttocks, holding me close into him there, and his index finger was inside me, giving added thickness to his cock.

He had his lips buried in the hollow of my throat and he was making little huffing sounds. I was filled and stretched and moaning, every nerve ending in my body focused on the hard shaft and finger inside me, working their magic. And it was magic to me. I loved having a man lost to me, needing me so badly he had to be inside me, wanting me so badly they couldn’t control themselves.

I had anticipated that this interview would come to this. I’d known when he met me at the door just wearing the silk robe and holding an open champagne bottle that there would be this last hurdle after weeks of interviewing and inspections of his various projects.

The index finger running down into my crack provided pressure and guidance, wanting me as close into his groin as possible for the greatest possible penetration. I rolled my pelvis up, giving the shaft even deeper penetration, moving my heels to the tops of his buttocks on each side, over the silk of his robe. He was taking me expertly, and I felt myself relax, going with him, opening up entirely to shaft. We got the rocking motion in synch, moving together in the fuck.

“Yes, yes, now,” I murmured, giving the final acquiescence. He was already deep inside me, throbbing, waiting for me to open fully to him. I had done so. “Give it to me,” I moaned “Release your seed. Breed me.”

His lips came up to capture mine. He was in great shape for a man of fifty—trim, hard-bodied, muscular. Handsome as the devil and commanding as a man in his business—the business I aspired to—almost had to be. Holding me firmly in his embrace, he continued moving inside me, pulling back, gliding forward, pulling back, sliding forward, pulling back, thrusting forward. I opened even more, the muscles of my passage wall shimmering, clutching at the cock, searching for and perfectly melding with the rhythm of the fuck. “Yes, yes, yes,” I murmured.

Time was suspended. There was no passage of time, just the rhythm of the fuck.

Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. Faster, harder, deeper.

I pulled away from the kiss, arching backward.

“Do it! Do it now!”

He retained me in the embrace, but let me arch back, his lips moving down my throat to, one after the other, my nipples. Licking, sucking, nipping. And his rock-hard cock thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. I was panting and groaning. “Yes, yes, yes. Like that. Fuck me. Fuck me. FUCK ME! Give it to me!” My right hand went between us, grasping my cock and stroking. “Now. Now!”

Thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. “Oh, Shit. Oh, fuck. I’m going to come!” And then I did, up between our bellies.

“You. You too!”

Arthur continued to thrust and thrust and thrust. He wasn’t unusually thick, but he was long. And he was surprisingly hard and vigorous for a man his age. I had thought from early on that this was what he would want—and Matthew had warned me this probably would be required of me—but I had no idea that he would be this virile. That he could be this hard, that he would reach into me this deep, keep it up this long. He was fucking me in my soft, spongy core. His breathing became labored and ragged. I knew he was close.

“Yes. Now!” he exclaimed, pulled out of me, and jerked the condom off his cock. He let me slowly fall back onto the surface of the patio table, although he continued to cradle me with one arm. His other hand glided down my torso, squeezed my spent cock and my balls, and grasped his cock for the final stroking. I palmed his heaving pecs as he crouched over me, vigorously stroking his cock.

With a cry, he tensed and jerked, muttered, “I’m coming,” and arced cum on my flat belly, the cream merging with what I had already deposited there. “Yes, yes, give it to me,” I cried out, as he managed a secondary ejaculation. Spent, he came down on top of me, capturing my lips with his again.

The last hurdle. If I didn’t have a job with Ritchey Consultants of Washington, D.C., now, it was unlikely I’d ever have one. But there was one other level to go to to assure his commitment to me.

Catching his breath after coming out of that kiss, he murmured, “That was nice. Matthew’s right, you’re a sweet lay.”

“You know you can come in me . . . bareback me,” I said. “They make drugs for that now. I take them.”

“Were you disappointed?”

“Never. There are higher levels than perfection, though. I want you to bareback me next time. I want to have that experience with you—to give myself to you totally.”

He smiled at me. “Can you stay the night?”

“Whatever you want,” I responded, “You’re the boss,” hoping that that was going to be the case and wondering if he would be able to get it up again that night.

I needn’t have wondered if he would be able to fuck me again that night in his bed—or that he would bareback me. And when he had barebacked me and we both lay there, next to each other, each of us savoring his release deep inside me, I knew I had him.

* * * *

Matthew Grant was the one who started focusing me in finding my niche in the world. Until I met up with him, I was hurling through space at a purposely double step but had little idea where I was headed. I knew I wanted to get wherever I was going quickly; I just didn’t have a vision of where that was exactly. I cut through my high school years at high speed, finishing at sixteen, with honors and with credits against a year into college as well. I had no trouble with studies. A month shy of nineteen I was nearly finished with college at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, Virginia, still without knowing what I wanted to do other than I liked working with management issues in companies, And I’d had some pleasant work as a male model of sports clothes and liked the loose and sassy world of men’s fashions, where many I had worked with were unapologetically gay. I admired that even though I wasn’t ready at the time to openly declare. Not declaring didn’t mean I hadn’t been laid on occasion. My mind was more on making it in the business world than being made in the commercial modeling world, though. I’d worked on some hypothetical cases in a business class at ODU and had enjoyed it.

I also was rushing ahead on sexual maturity. Norfolk is a major naval port for the U.S. Navy. Not more than a month after my eighteenth birthday, I met a guy in the Old Dominion library who turned out to be a Navy sailor. I hadn’t known it, but I sat at a table that was a pickup spot. I was interested in guys and the sailor was squared away and talked a good line, but I had no idea where that was leading until I’d agreed to go to a nearby club with him, called The Wave, let myself get drunk, and was fucked up against a wall in dimly lit corridor at the rear of what turned out to be a gay club.

It was the first time I’d been fucked anally. Luckily, the sailor wasn’t built large, so I wasn’t turned off by first-time significant pain. It was more a feeling of filling and mutual-need possessing, and fusion of two hot bodies. Most notable was that he took me raw, and it never was quite as good after that if I didn’t take the risk to bareback. I rarely took the risk after that first night of multiple couplings, though, unless I wanted a commitment of some sort from the other man. It just was so much more satisfying when I did.

I never saw that sailor again, but later that night I was offered money by another sailor and was fucked in a nearby fleabag of a hotel again that night. He was a bit longer and thicker, while not producing pain that outstripped the pleasure and novelty of the experience. I was experiencing a favorable progression into the world of a bottom. He barebacked me too. I didn’t know any better that first day.

I had more slipped into water than leaping into the fire in initiation, being fucked by two different men in my initial anal outing. The initial encounter with the sailor I met in the library, who wasn’t much older than I was, had been a hurried, fully dressed fumble in the dark. The sailor who took me to a hotel later that night was older, more experienced, and demanded value for his money. Little did he know how inexperienced I was. He was intent on taking his pleasure, though, and gave me little thought.

That night I received and gave my first blow jobs. I got naked with another man and experienced a man’s hands and lips on me everywhere for the first time, and I learned both what a close-hold fast and furious doggie-style fuck was and that I could have my legs spread wide and high while on my back in a missionary position, and both give and take pleasure in watching my partner’s facial reactions as he fucked me slow and deep. I saw that the expression on his face was one of almost a spiritual experience when he ejaculated deep inside me.

One night and the cum of three men inside me. Quite a beginning. I was to wise to the science of it only later, but it had been established that men had a deeper connection with me when I allowed them to bareback me.

After that I started developing an appreciation for older men—at least ten years older than I was. The first fuck with a guy near my age had been awkward and fumbling. The older sailor worked my body, taking and giving pleasure with expertise. He took his time, worshipping and caressing my body that night until I was begging him for it. His ejaculation deep inside rolled on and on. Then, in contrast, he woke me up the next morning by rolling over on top of me and fucking the hell out of me. He put me on my knees and mounted me from behind and above like we were going to the races. While he fucked me, he slapped my buttocks with one hand and grasped the curls on my head with the other and arched me painfully back toward his chest. I should have hated that, but I didn’t. I would have paid him—if I’d had the money—for giving me the release and the training. Instead, I left the hotel room the next morning with $150 in my pocket I didn’t have before and a line on a way to ease my way to college graduation financially. So what if I was walking a little funny and painfully. I knew that would change, with more experience. And it did.

I didn’t know at the time that my first two were not hung studs. I was going to learn that there were such men, but not before I’d gained some experience of my own.

I didn’t mind the fucking, and, in fact, found it more exhilarating than I had thought it would be, and it released me of confusion and pressure that had been building up in me. And I had fallen into a much-needed revenue stream. I was at ODU on scholarship, but I didn’t have nearly enough support money coming in. I found that doing the rounds of the gay clubs that Navy sailors, temporarily in port, frequented allowed me to earn a couple of extra hundred bucks during the weekend and helped hone my sexual skills as well. Luckily, I had good genes—I was trim and lightly muscled without putting any effort into it, and both of my parents, now both gone in an automobile accident, had been lookers and had passed on to me a good mix of youthful features and a mop of curly auburn hair, with golden highlights, and pale hazel eyes and a half-decent “ah, gosh” smile.

It didn’t take me long to know what rubbers were for and why I’d want them used. It never was quite the same with them, though, and I found a way not to need them if I wanted more from a guy than just a casual tumble in the hay.

* * * *

When I first laid eyes on Matthew Grant, it was through a dirty picture window of a room at the Ocean Shore Motel in Virginia Beach, one of those beachfront motels from the fifties that had not yet been knocked down for a snazzy high-rise condominium. Stinger and Buddy, at least that’s the names the sailors had given me at The Garage bar that afternoon, had failed to close the curtains over the window, and Matt had been walking by and stood, transfixed for a brief moment, looking into the room and at me being fucked by two sailors, before moving on.

I was on the bed on my back. Buddy was below me, between my thighs, holding my legs raised and spread with his fists, his pelvis moving back and forth as he fucked me in the ass. Stinger was knelt on the bed, his cock in my mouth, getting it engorged for his turn with my ass. He was at such an angle that I had a view of the uncovered motel room window even with a cock in my throat. The meeting of the eyes between me and Matt was very brief, but it was enough for us both to remember it and for there to be no need for Matt to discover what I was and what I would do when we met later that afternoon.

The Navy guys were gone when I next encountered Matt. They’d checked out of the motel, and I was pausing at an open-walled café facing the beach, catching lunch and a Coke on an early Sunday afternoon before finding a bus back to the Old Dominion campus. I had my backpack on the ground beside me. I always carried the toiletry necessities, including lube and condoms now, and a change of underwear and T-shirt with me in case I got an overnighter like the previous night. Both of the sailors were muscle hunks and had given me quite a workout for the money.

“Do you mind if I join you?”

I looked up to see that it was the man—an older man, a bit pudgy, but not bad looking, and dressed pretty expensively—who had been startled seeing me on the bed through the motel room window with the two sailors.

“Yes, sure,” I said, looking around to make sure that there were other tables available, which there were. “I mean, no, I don’t mind,” I clarified. That there were other tables available told me what this probably was about. I had studying to do today. Final exams of my final year were just around the corner. But money in was money satisfying a need. He was a little heavy and had to be beyond forty-five, but he looked clean and had a good smile.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked.

“Sure. Another Coke, I guess.”

“Wouldn’t you rather have a beer?”

“Sure, I would. But I’m not old enough. I’m nearly nineteen, but not old enough to be buying beer.” I wanted to establish what I was legal for and what I wasn’t.

“You wouldn’t be buying the beer. I would be, and there’s no one to say I wouldn’t want two for myself.”

I said nothing, so he ordered two. When they came, he nudged one over to me. I’m sure the waiter saw, but no one said anything, so I took a swig out of the bottle and then another one. I’m sure the waiter had a good idea what was going down here, and underage drinking was a mild aspect of it. Not any of the waiter’s business, though.

There hadn’t been any trouble with the beer the previous night. Sailors drank like fish, and for some reason they all seemed to think that the rent-boys they took up with had to be drunk to take them. I didn’t get drunk, but I didn’t mind being high when a sailor was fucking me. Sailors tended to fuck rough. I’d been slapped around a bit; it always was easier to take half looped. Sailors always seemed to think they had to beat their prey into submission.

“That’s good, thanks,” I said, giving him a smile.

“There’s more where that came from,” he said.

“You trying to get me drunk?” I asked.

“Could be. Would you mind?”

“No, probably not, but I usually like to be aware of what’s happening if I am enjoying it.”

He laughed. “So, I don’t look that much like a toad and hard to take sober?”

“No, certainly not. But I do have to study for exams today,” I added.

“Exams? You finishing up high school?”

“No, college. I go to Old Dominion, over in Norfolk. I graduate this year.”

“Graduating college at eighteen? Impressive,” he said.

“I will have turned nineteen when I graduate. But I guess you could say I’m in a hurry. But maybe in a hurry to go nowhere. I’m not sure what I want to do.”

“Besides going with men?” he said, giving me a smile—establishing that he’d seen me with the sailors.

“Yes, besides going with men,” I answered, giving him a level look. “I do what I have to do to pay for school.”

“But you hate doing it?”

“No, I don’t hate doing it,” I answered. This was all part of establishing the playing field. I’d been through feeling each other out and negotiating before. “I like doing it.”

“My name is Matthew Grant,” he said. “My friends call me Matt. I know about Old Dominion University. I’m here attending a seminar there this next week. I teach at the University of Richmond—I’m a professor in the business management program there. And I mentor graduate students in finding their niche in professional life. What’s your name?”

“I’m Cory. Cory Gilbert,” I said. I don’t know why, but I gave him my real name. I didn’t usually do that with potential johns. But then potential johns didn’t usually give me the details about themselves that he was doing, assuming it was true. It sounded true. It may all be bullshit, but it was unnecessary to be giving me bullshit at this point. It wasn’t like he didn’t know that I would lay down for a man—or even two of them at once. He had a hand on my knee under the table, and I was leaving it there, although I looked down at it through the glass top of the table and then back up into his eyes so he knew I hadn’t missed the maneuver.

“How about another beer, Cory? You’ve finished that one quickly.”

“Sure, why not?” I asked.

“Have you thought about what you’d do after you graduate?” he asked when a full bottle of beer had been exchanged with the empty.

“No, not really. I’m mostly thinking about passing the exams for this one.”

“What are you majoring in?”

“Business management.”

“Perfect. Did you know that you really need an MBA to find a good professional niche in that field?”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Where are you thinking of going for your MBA?”

“I haven’t thought of going for an MBA. I don’t have the money. I thought maybe I’d manage a McDonald’s or Target store for a while—if I was lucky. Maybe I’d try studying for the MBA at night.”

“Prostitution isn’t lucrative?”

“Not on the scale that I do it.” If he was going to be bald about it, so was I. Both of us knew that if he offered me enough money, I would let him cover me.

“Do you have a lover, Cory, or just a stream of anonymous johns?”

“I don’t have a lover.”

“That’s what I want, Cory, is a lover. A young lover. In exchange I could sponsor that lover through an MBA—at the University of Richmond—and could help him find a professional niche in this world. I would want an exclusive during that time.”

“You’d buy a lover without sampling the goods first?” I asked.

“I’ve seen you in action. I’d be happy to pay $200 for an audition—this afternoon. I have a room at the Ocean Shore Motel—where I saw you this morning.”

“That motel is a dive. I’d find it unbelievable that a professor at a Richmond college would stay there.”

“I don’t want to stay there. I’m staying somewhere else. I booked the room at the Ocean Shore after seeing you with those sailors. I plan to fuck you at the Ocean Shore. Where I have a room to sleep in wouldn’t be wild about me taking an eighteen-year-old boy to my room.”

“I see,” I said. And I, indeed, did see. He didn’t have to spell out his interest any more than that. That had been quite explicit—more so than most johns were, and he didn’t seem to be one of the crude ones.

“I asked you what you wanted to do in the future, and you answered me,” Grant said. “Now I’d like to know what you’d like to do—what you would do—for the next hour. Do you like it doggie style or missionary—so something more demanding? I’m more athletic than I look. We could do a cowboy if you want some control, but I mostly like to control the fuck myself.”

“Whatever. John’s choice,” I said. “Or does it turn you off to be called a john?”

“John’s fine for now. Lover could come later when and if we found a rhythm.”

“Is that what you want with a lay?” I asked. “Finding a rhythm you both like?”

“As, I said, my long-term goal is to find a lover. Do you want another beer now, or would you like to walk over to the motel with me?”

“I need to get back to school in time to do some studying tonight,” I answered, pushing myself up from the table. “So, I guess it’s the motel now.”

The sailors had fucked me. Matt made love to me. He brought to mind my first day of sex with men. The young sailor who fucked me up against the wall in the back corridor of The Wave had fucked me. The older sailor who took me to a hotel room later had made love to me that night—and he had fucked me the next morning. I fully understood now, as Matt Grant made love to me, undressing me, and kissing and caressing me all over, making me come even before the heavy sex started, the difference between lovemaking and fucking. I didn’t reject either, but I know knew the difference between the two.

When we were both naked, I asked him if he wanted me to suck him off, but he said, “Only if you are fully comfortable with it and want to. First let me feast myself on you.”

That was a good explanation of what he did, including eating my ass out before, sitting on end of the bed, he drew me to him, wrapped his arms around me, and took my cock in his mouth. His fingers were lubed up, and while he blew me, making me come in his throat, he was squeezing and spreading my butt cheeks with his hands and penetrating my hole with fingers from both hands and opening me up and spreading me. I understood why he was spending time doing that. He, surprisingly, was hung, both long and thick. As long as any man I’d had over the last ten months. Maybe the longest, I decided, when he was fully engorged. He was heavy, yes, thick around the middle, but he was so long that this would have no effect in achieving depth inside me. I began panting and moaning as soon as he was in full erection and was working me with his fingers. I writhed almost uncontrollably at first, but he was so good with his fingers that we fell into that rhythm he had talked about, me rocking on his hand. As well as heavy, he was hirsute, his chest, arms, and legs pelted with black curly hair.

“As you can see, I’m big—probably bigger than either of those sailors you were with—or both. Would you prefer to be drunk for this? I’m going to be stretching you,” he asked, obviously sensitive about his weight and physical presence, but for the attention he was giving me and the expertise he exhibited in do so, he had no reason to be concerned.

“No,” I answered. “I want to remember and savor every second of this.”

He obviously was pleased with my answer and continued giving me close, sensual attention.

“You going to use a rubber?” I asked. “Or do you want to bareback me? You can, if you want.”

“After seeing you with two sailors?” he said. “I don’t think so. I’d like to be with you naturally if and when we become lovers. But we can wait for that.”

For the first fuck, he remained seated on the end of the bed and, still squeezing my butt cheeks apart, lifted me and brought me into his lap, facing him. I wrapped my legs around him, crossing my ankles at the small of his back, and I groaned and panted hard, as he spent time positioning his bulb at my hole and them pulling me onto him.

He was sheathed with a condom, but I shuddered and felt a chill running up my spine when he murmured, as I was slowly sinking on him, “It is better raw. If you come to me in Richmond and will be exclusive, we’ll be checked out, and then we can bareback. It’s better raw. I do appreciate your offer.”

When, ultimately, I was with him in Richmond, we did bareback, and it was true, it was better raw. With his thickness and length, there were only a few times that it was better in any way with another man as it was with Matthew Grant.

When he was fully sheathed, he was deeper into the core of me than any man had been before. He held there, kissing me on the lips and throat, making love to me, and whispering endearments and inflaming words of what we would do together, until I had fully adjusted to him. He was taking his time with me. It wasn’t just a “slam, bang, thanks, good-bye” fuck. When he pulled away from the kissing, I had my turn, kissing down onto his chest, licking his nipples, making swirls with his curly chest hair with my tongue, giving him reason to pant and moan too and to engorge even further deep inside me.

For an endless time then, after I had fully opened to accommodate him, and him using the leverage of his feet and the pressure of his hands on my buttocks, he fucked me, pulling me on and off the shaft, first slowly, with an off rhythm of cadence and depth of stroke that had me groaning and shuddering and then faster and faster, deeper and deeper, setting in to a steady rhythm, until I grasped my cock and stroked myself off and he exploded inside me, and then again and again.

To me, he was old, so I assumed that was it—that the fuck was over. But that wasn’t it. There was a cooling and recharging period in which he just held me close to him and we kissed and caressed each other’s bodies with our hands, but then he put me through the paces of an evening of rolling fuck. When I felt him hard inside me again, he gently pushed my torso down toward the floor, with my arms streaming out on the carpet. He changed condoms, dropping the spent one by my face so that I could see how engorged with cum it was—how much cum he could produce—as he fucked me again. Then he pulled me on and off his cock again, with me stroking my own shaft, to another mutual ejaculation.

We showered and napped in each other’s arms. He rolled over on top of me, gently coaxing my thighs open, and fucked me again in a missionary. We showered and he took me to supper at a steak house.

We came back, and he put video on of an older black man fucking a younger white one with a cock that rivaled Matt’s, and he fucked me again to the loud moans and cries of little white guy being fucked by a black bull on the screen. He fucked me from behind in a doggie, bent over the side of the bed, my face turned toward the TV screen. Later, before we slept, he stretched out on his back and pulled me on top of him and I rode his cock in a cowboy. Still later, in the night, with me on my belly, he rolled over on top of me and rode me. In the morning, when I stumbled out of bed and headed for the toilet and shower, I picked up six used condoms, thick with cum as slugs, to keep from stepping on them.

When I came back from the shower, he was awake, on his back, grasping an erection. “Oh, you’ve already cleaned up,” he said. I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“I can always shower again,” I said.

“Good.” And he put me on my back and took me again in the missionary position.

“Well?” I whispered as we were stretched out on the bed on Monday morning. “Weren’t you just going to fuck me once here and you were going back to your fancy hotel to sleep last night?”

“I liked it here. Come to Richmond after you’ve graduated at ODU. I’ll take care of you through a year of the MBA, and I’ll help you find your professional niche.”

So, that’s what I did, and it went fine.

* * * *

A year and a quarter later, I came back to Richmond after Arthur Ritchey, the friend Matt sent me to for a job interview after I’d completed my MBA, offered me a position in his Washington, D.C., management consultancy firm.

I met Matt at the Shagbark Restaurant in Carytown between the campus of the University of Richmond and his townhouse in the Fan District, where I had lived with Matt for my graduate school year. He hadn’t come alone.

“Cory, this is Sean, my graduate student for this year,” Matt said. And that explained everything that need be said. I wouldn’t be asked to come to Matt’s townhouse with him that night. “Arthur tells me you passed the interview with flying colors and have been offered a position.”

“Yes, I did.”

“And you’ll be accepting it?” He looked a little tense, as if maybe I hadn’t and expected him to find me another job.

“Yes.”

“And it’s all that you wanted?”

“Yes, I guess so.”

“You don’t sound fully enthusiastic. Is there something about the job that you don’t—?”

“I will be required to sleep with Ritchey,” I blurted out.

“Of course you will. What did you think I was training you to do? There is something about having sex with Arthur that you don’t like?” Matt asked. “Did he bareback you?”

“Yes, after the first time.”

“Well, then.” He said it like that settled everything. I was with Ritchey now.

Sean sat there, looking down at the napkin in his lap, but he didn’t react as if such arrangements were alien to him. If I had needed evidence that he had replaced me in Matt’s bed, his nonreaction was all I needed. I didn’t need to mince words.

“Yes, he’s fine that way.”

“Better than I am?” Matt asked, his voice teasing.

“No, not better than you are,” I answered. I could see the little smile of satisfaction appear on Sean’s face.

“But good enough?”

“Yes, good enough.”

“Then what’s the problem.”

“I thought at some point I wouldn’t have to prostitute myself,” I answered.

“We all have to prostitute ourselves to make it in the world, Cory,” Matt shot back. “There are just different ways people have to let others screw them to keep their positions.”

“I suppose,” I answered.

“There’s no supposition to it. I told you I’d help you find your niche in life. I’m surprised it hasn’t dawned on you yet that lying under older men is part of where you niche is. It isn’t just the management jobs, it’s also having a strong, wealthy, older man to dominate and control you. You were being fucked when I first saw you and assessed what your future could be. When I was looking for a position for you, that was an important element of what I was looking for. Part of your niche in life is to be kept and fucked by older men. I don’t think that’s an imposition for you. I think that is part of what you want and need in life.”

When he put it that way. . . .

And I was right. He didn’t invite me back to his house when he and Sean left. My education under him—literally—was over. But it hadn’t been over until that night when it was brought home to me just what my optimum niche in life was to be.

Before I left him and Sean at the restaurant, I was in the men’s room with Sean.

“Tell, me, Sean, is Matt barebacking you yet?”

He turned a look of surprise my way, but that changed to a tinge of smugness. “Yes, he is.”

Proof that Matt had moved on, so I should as well.

* * * *

“Cory, I would like you to meet Dieter Schwartzman. He has a sports boat-building company in Annapolis and is considering using our consultation services. You need your drink renewed, Dieter. I have to greet the Wilsons, who had just arrived. Perhaps Cory can get you a fresh drink . . . or anything else you might need or want.”

Arthur Ritchey left me with the tall man in his mid-fifties, who had movie-star looks, despite his age, stood ramrod straight, and was obviously an outdoor sportsman—wavy gray hair, but a deep tan, great musculature, manicured hands, and immaculate evening wear. He could have been a model for his age group in a catalog of very expensive men’s wear—even underwear. Even though I was meeting him for the first time face to face, I, of course, knew much more about him and I knew why Arthur had introduced him to me at this evening patio party around the pool at Ritchey’s Potomac Palisades mansion off MacArthur Boulevard.

When Arthur had told me he wanted me to attend this party he was hosting, he’d been very straightforward. “Schwartzman is gay. He’s a top and he fucks young men, Cory. We need his business. If he fancies you—and I can’t imagine why he wouldn’t—you are to let him lay you and you are to tell him he’s a god in bed.” It had been well established why Arthur had hired me for his firm, and that I’d let him lay me had made clear what I’d do for ambition.

The house sat high above the Potomac River rapids west of the Washington, D.C., downtown and of the older Georgetown that had been here before the nation’s capital was located in what once was a swamp. I was sure that the former German army officer also knew why we’d been introduced and Arthur had left us.

One of the things I knew was that the Germanic figure didn’t mince words or waste time.

“I don’t need a drink right now, but I do have a need for a men’s room—preferably somewhere private,” he said. He was looking into the house, to the well-lit and larger foyer and the sweep of the staircase to the second floor.

“Certainly. Let me show you to an upstairs bathroom,” I said.

Arthur had told me what bedroom to use—a remote one at the end of a long hallway with two turns. It wasn’t a room where anyone was likely to stumble into during the party. It had an en suite bathroom.

When Schwartzman went into the bathroom off the bedroom and went over to the toilet and unzipped himself, he left the bathroom door open. He clearly wanted me to see what he was packing. There wasn’t much peeing, because he was approaching a full erection. He stroked his cock the rest of the way to that condition as I locked the door to the corridor, stripped, and stretched out on the bed.

“I prefer the dresser,” he said when he came out of the bathroom. “Arthur told me you were athletic. He didn’t tell me that you had such a beautiful body. Stand facing the mirror for the start. Then, I think, the splits, on the bureau top, ass toward the room rolled up. I would like to see your hole.” He hadn’t zipped himself up and he was still cradling his erection with one hand. He was speaking now in clipped military command cadence—all very straightforward, straight to the point.

“Yes, Oberst, as you wish,” I said, coming off the bed and walking over to the low-topped dresser, standing there facing it, looking into the reflection of my nakedness in the mirror, as he came and stood behind me. He wrapped an arm around me and his lips went to the hollow on my neck on the left side. I heard the metallic sound of his belt being undone and the rustle of his silk trousers falling to the floor. My “yes, Oberst” wasn’t lost on him and clearly pleased him. I had been told that he’d be authoritarian. Oberst was German for colonel, which he’d been in the German army. It also signaled that I knew he would be a disciplinarian and accepted that.

I suppose I also knew that he might not just drop his belt to the floor but would double it over and give me a couple of snaps on the buttocks with it first. That made me jerk and gasp and it made him laugh.

“Do you wish to leave or do you wish to please me?” he asked, nuzzling my throat with his lips. His teeth nipped at me there, and I jerked, but held steady. He laughed.

Knowing how straightforward he would be, I murmured, “Fuck me, sir. Put me on the cock. Punish me, Oberst.” I wasn’t responded this way just because Arthur wanted me to please him. I was curious about whether I would like this form of sex with a man.

“Yes, I will,” he said. “First, give me suck.”

There was no “Please.” He turned me and pushed me to my knees. As I took his cock in my mouth, his cock perhaps being slightly longer and thicker than the average but nothing to gag on, he stripped off his jacket and threw it back onto the bed. He had diamond studs in his cufflinks, and he scraped one of them across my cheek, down from my temple to the corner of my mouth, leaving a red welt to remember him by for a week. I yelped and he laughed. It was going to be a rough fuck.

From where on the bed the jacket landed, I got the impression we wouldn’t be using the bed, not least because he had directed me to the dresser, which, mercifully was cleared. And I was right. I sucked and licked as he undid his cufflinks and stripped off his shirt, bow tie, and undershirt, tossing them back on the bed. Looping the end of his belt through the buckle, he made a noose out of it, dropped it over my head, and tightened it on my neck while I sucked his cock.

Without explanation, he pulled me up from my knees and off his cock by pulling up on the belt leash, oblivious to the fact that he was choking me and I was clawing at the leather ineffectually when he did so; turned me; and pushed me down on to surface of the dresser, pressing my cheek into the large mirror behind it. I gasped and took deep breaths when he let the noose slacken. He slapped me on the buttocks.

After pulling my head back by tugging on the belt leash and choking me—to show he could be cruel, he pulled the noose over my head and struck me several times on the buttocks, back, and thighs with the belt before going down on his knees behind me.

“Jut your ass back; give me your ass,” he growled, and I moved my feet back from the dresser and jutted my ass back, as he demanded. He proceeded to eating my ass out and pulling my cock through my legs, going from one to the other with his mouth and tongue. He dug up into my channel with his beefy fingers. I panted and moaned and sobbed for him, as I assumed he wanted me to do.

“Take me, Oberst. Do whatever you want,” I let out in a gasp to let him know I was acceding to this, assuming he cared.

When he was ready, and not asking me if I was, he stood, gripped my legs, and pulled them up, putting my legs into the splits. I gripped the top of the dresser with the palms of my hands and pressed my cheek into the mirror, fighting to maintain my balance as my legs were streamed along the top of the dresser from either side of my hips. With one hand on the back of my neck, holding my head to the mirror and pressing in on the small of my back with the other to roll my buttocks up for his access, he entered me with one, two, three fingers, up to the knuckles. I gasped. All four fingers, straining. I thought the knuckles would breach the sphincter and he would fuck me with his fist, but he didn’t. The hand was withdrawn, and he thrust his hard cock up inside me and began to pump. If he was wearing protection, I had no idea where the condom had come from or when he’d taken the time to put it on.

I didn’t care. I took my protective pills regularly. If he was barebacking me, that only heightened the arousal for me. I had a regular scheduled checkup at a gay man’s clinic where I paid my bill for laying down for one of the doctors.

As the fuck progressed, he gripped the hair at the back of my head and arched my head back so that I was looking straight into the mirror, watching him mounted on me from behind and fucking me and looking over my shoulder and into my eyes to watch my facial reaction to his hard, cruel pounding. The looped belt went over my head again and he tugged on the leash periodically to ride me like I was a horse and to choke me.

Before either of us had come, he turned me, facing me up toward the ceiling. I was propped over the bureau on my arms. My torso was levitating out over the carpet at the front of the dresser, and Schwartzman was standing between my thighs, fucking me, while I wrapped my legs around the tops of his thighs, and he supported me with his left hand under the small of my back. He stroked me off with his right hand. When I had come for him, arcing my jism high over my belly, he came inside me. He hadn’t worn a condom this time, and, while his cock was not extraordinary in size, the volume of jism he produced and the length of time he took to get it all released was prodigious. I panted hard, emitting a “Yes” with each spurt. He let me collapse on the carpet, pulled the noose over my head, and gave me a few more snaps of the belt on my back and rump.

The next morning at breakfast on the terrace by the pool—I had spent the night at Ritchey’s, but he didn’t call me to his bed. I assume he had someone else there—Ritchey informed me that Schwartzman had enjoyed the evening and we had won the bid to evaluate the management conditions at his company in Annapolis.

“He wants you to conduct the survey,” Ritchey said. Well, of course he does, I thought, letting the residual pain of the welts on my back and around my throat drift up into my consciousness.

“He was very impressed with your flexibility and cooperation,” Ritchey said. How wonderful, I thought.

After two weeks of going over Schwartzman’s boatworks, I easily came up with recommendations of changes that would clearly improve the procedures, mostly streamlining of paperwork the employees had to do, and the facilities, the most obvious and inexpensive one of putting in large, clear-glass skylights in the roof over the shop floor to bring in light and lift the employees’ spirits and let them actually see what they were working on. I discussed these with a cross-section of the employees and got nothing but agreement and signs of relief. It was obvious that Dieter Schwartzman wasn’t the easiest man to work with or the most sensitive to the needs of others.

From my experience with him, I wasn’t a bit surprised.

I presented the report to Schwartzman, and he smiled—to the extent that the man smiled at all—put the report to the side without even leafing through it, and told me he had a luncheon reservation for us. He also had a hotel room reservation, and he took me to the hotel room and fucked the shit out of me over and on the toilet in the bathroom, choking me as he fucked me until my eyes bugged out. It was still evident that he used a bed only for sleep, not for sex.

I went back to my home office. A week later Schwartzman invited me back to his company premises. I assumed it was to discuss the report I had assembled until he said that he wanted to take me out for a test sail on one of the most recent small yachts his company had built, so I was to come dressed for sailing. I still told myself that perhaps he was going to use the new yacht to show me how he had instituted some of the changes in my report.

When I got to the boatyard, there was no evidence that any of my recommendations had been instituted, even ones that could be established at no expense and great savings by a single word from Schwartzman.

I saw no evidence that the new yacht had benefited from any of the recommendations. Schwartzman took me out on the boat alone, motoring out into the Chesapeake Bay; putting the anchor down; securing the ship’s wheel; lashing me to the wheel, facing out; hooking my legs on his hips; and fucking the hell out of me.

After wearing me and himself out there on the wheel, he unleashed me and moved me down to the cabin, where he conveniently had located a hook in the ceiling of the middle of the space with wrist restraints hanging down from them. I remember wondering if the restraints came standard with that model of sports boat—bringing a whole new meaning to sports boat—or if it was optional equipment. He left me and started up the yacht again, moving it to another location, taking whatever time he needed to recover his libido. Then he returned, whipped me for a while with a leather hand whip, and then saddled up behind me, lifted my legs straight out from my hips, put me on the cock, and fucked me to a mutual ejaculation.

When we returned to land, I thanked him for his attention and told him how masterful he was.

“I enjoyed the day with you, Oberst,” I said, casting my eyes down in the subservient way I knew men like him wanted.

“I want you to stay with me for the night,” he said.

I answered, with regret in my voice, that I had an engagement I couldn’t change for that night, but if he cut the check for the services we’d rendered and gave it to me right then, I’d go back to my office, look at my schedule, and let him know when I might be able to come back.

When I returned to D.C., Schwartzman had already called Richey. “He wants to buy your contract, Cory. He wants to make you a manager in his company. Are you interested? I would hate to lose you, but the offer is quite lucrative for both of us.”

“I’m not interested, and really don’t want to make the move, Arthur,” I said.

“He’s too rough in sex, is he?”

I didn’t answer that. What I said was, “He hasn’t implemented anything we recommended. And I don’t want to be a manager in the company as it is.”

“Ah,” Arthurs said. He understood recommendations made by our company just being ignored by a client. “I can understand why your niche wouldn’t be with Schwartzman then.”

“And, no it’s not because of the rough sex,” I said. And it wasn’t. I had been aroused by the German’s authoritarianism and dominance. I had long thought about being taken as he did me. I appreciated that the man who did it left nothing to my decision. I felt no guilt for what I wasn’t given a choice in. He had provided that one decision point—when he said I could leave the bedroom in Arthur’s house. When I didn’t, and when I called him Oberst, I had lost all choice in the matter.

“We’ll just have to look for another project for you then,” Arthur said. “How is your calendar for tonight? I’d like you to stay for dinner, and maybe for the night.”

I stayed the night. He held me tenderly in his arms and fucked me slow and deep. He still wanted me and he hadn’t insisted on me going with Schwartzman. I had escaped a bullet there—or at least I was showing some control over the trajectory of the bullets. Weeks later, when I appeared at Schwartzman’s office door with a leather strap dangling from my hand, locked the door behind me, and smiled at Schwartzman, the Germanic authoritarian learned that he didn’t control everything in our explosive relationship—a relationship that continued for some time, just not entirely on Schwartzman’s whims.

* * * *

“Was it today you were coming? James Trumball, is it?”

He looked harried and not the least bit pleased to see me, and we were being interrupted left and right. I could tell that all was chaos at Kevin LaCross’s men’s fashion house in Baltimore, overlooking the Baltimore Harbor.

“No, I’m not James Trumball. I’m Cory Gilbert. But I’m from Ritchey Consultants in Washington, D.C. James couldn’t make it. He skied down the wrong hill out at Aspen last weekend and is still in a hospital out there with his leg immobilized.”

“Pity that,” LaCross said, “but as you can see, we’re overwhelmed here. We have a show coming up in a week and it’s not in hand—it’s definitely not in hand. Maybe we could reschedule a reviewing for some time—”

“Actually, this would be the best of times for me to be doing reviewing, Mr. LaCross. You’re considering hiring us precisely because you are in chaos like this. If it’s OK with you, I’ll just sit over here at the side and take some notes. I can give you some ideas when you have a few moments.”

“That might not be until 2022 when the business has gone down the chutes,” LaCross said. But then he gave me a little smile—other than being up to his neck in frustration, he was a handsome, enticing guy of thirty-one, I knew, with a model’s face and physique, curly black hair, and a sexy French accent and smile. I knew him to be a French Canadian with a flair for designing men’s wear. I also knew he was actively gay and a top.

I was here because Jim Trumball had messed his leg up. When we had an office meeting in the wake of that, Arthur had to redirect Jim’s files. It was clear he wouldn’t be back on track for a while. I went through them and picked out the one on LaCross Men’s Fashions.

“Why that one?” Arthur asked. “He hasn’t shown an interest in what you specialize in.”

“The men’s fashion angle,” I said. “I did some male modeling in high school and college. The fashion industry interests me and I did some looking into it.”

“The case is yours then,” Arthur had said. “It should be a vacation from what you usually are doing.”

It wasn’t, though—thank god.

“I don’t think there’s anywhere that’s out of the way on the cutting floor,” LaCross said, with exasperation. He looked like he was about to explode, but then he stopped, gave me a wan smile, and said, “But you’re right. I obviously need help. And I called your company for help. My office area is over there in the corner. And I’ve got the company books open on the desk there. Why don’t you settle in at that desk? You can watch the action from there and also look through the books. Any help you guys can give me in getting all of this straightened out is to the good. We can discuss this over dinner unless you have another engagement—although I have no idea when I can get to dinner.”

“Dinner would be good, if it works out. A chance for us to introduce ourselves to each other. If not, no problem. I can pick something up at the hotel later. Don’t worry about me; just do what you have to do here.”

I got out of his hair and went over to his desk. In truth, this proved to be the very best conditions in which to do my work. I watched him all afternoon. It was obvious that he wasn’t delegating enough authority. I also wondered why he was preparing a show for here in Baltimore. The best buyers were in New York. And I could see, with just a little bit of checking, that his show was set for the same day and time as a Louis Vuitton runaway show in New York. I also could see that his employees were devoted to him and that there wasn’t any job going on out there on the cutting room floor that was below him. By the end of his day, which wasn’t until 9:00 p.m., and it became obvious that he’d be the last one to leave, I was smitten by this handsome, graceful man and determined to help him make a go of his failing business.

It wasn’t until I saw him kiss one of his male models and palm his basket as the young man was leaving that I had any hope of having anything with Kevin beyond business.

“So, is there hope for me?” LaCross said as we settled into our late-night meal at the Explorers Restaurant in my Baltimore Harbor waterside hotel, the Royal Sonesta Harbor Court.

“There’s always hope for a business like yours,” I answered. He had chosen to sit beside me rather than across from me, and we were both facing a view of the inner-city harbor. It might have been just my imagination—but I thought not—that he was calm now and was being very attentive to me.

“Of course you’re right. There’s always hope for a business that has a solid product. But it wasn’t really the hope I was referring to,” he said, laying a hand on my forearm as I had the menu open in front of me. I had noticed from the way he floated around the cutting room that he was quite the touchy feelie guy. I also noticed how many of his employees were good-looking, young men and that he was as touchy feelie with them as with the women. “You know you’re a very attractive young man. You carry yourself like a model.”

“I have done some modeling,” I said.

“You have walked the catwalk?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Then you obviously are the right fit for this consultancy—and perhaps for me personally, as well.” His hand went to the top of my thigh under the surface of the table. “Am I embarrassing you? Arthur Ritchey told me that you were gay—actively gay—and that you lay under men.”

I’ll just bet he did, I thought. “No, not embarrassing me at all. I’m flattered,” I answered.

“But are you attracted.”

“You have your hand on my thigh. I haven’t moved to remove it.” I moved my hand to lay on top of his.

“Or maybe I’m rushing you? I’m sorry, days like this make me tense, and I have my favorite ways of releasing tension. Am I upsetting you?”

“More surprising me, I think. You may put that hand somewhere else if you like and are curious.”

He did, and he found that I was hard. He left it there and, again, I made no move to remove it. His fingers traced me through the material.

“Speaking of that, of the catwalk,” I said, purposely changing topics as his forwardness was a complete surprise to me, although certainly not unwelcome—but it wasn’t what I was here for, “I saw the brochure for your coming show. Is there a reason you’re having it in Baltimore and at the same time as the Louis Vuitton show up in New York City?”

“I have to compete with that fashion house, don’t I?”

“Not directly, I wouldn’t think. The raw truth is that Vuitton is firmly established and you’re not. You have to compete, but not directly, not as a direct challenge to Vuitton. I would think your best bet would be to show in New York City as Vuitton is, but to ride on its coattails. Have your show near enough to Vuitton’s in place and time for buyers to attend both. Build up your reputation using Vuitton rather than fighting against him or directly challenging him.”

“That’s an interesting idea,” LaCross said, giving me a smile. “I’ll be all ears on other suggestions you have. The waiter approaches, though. Are we ready to order? Do you know what you want to have?”

“Yes, I’ve chosen. Do you know what you fancy?”

He turned his smile on me again. “I know who I fancy. When I have a tense day like this, I tend to make snap decisions and take risks.”

“And do you have success with that? Do you find you are happy with such decisions the next morning?”

“I rarely have a problem with a quick decision on what I want,” he answered.

“It just might be on the menu here,” I said.

“One can always hope,” he countered. “Are you going to let me fuck you, Cory, or are you just teasing me here?”

“Perhaps.” I answered.

He gave me a wry smile. “Which?”

“Both,” I answered. “The meal first, though. We have to feed our energy levels.”

During the meal, we talked around the issue of being actively gay. We started off talking around that, but he was relentless about getting to that point. I didn’t resist very much or for very long. He was a god in both personality and body. Once I knew he was pursuing me, I was lost. This hadn’t been part of this particular contract, but it was all the more enticing for not having been a given. Once I’d said he could fuck me, all tension was out of our interaction. He became more free and intimate with his touches, limited only by where we were and who was around us. He was taking liberties with even that, though. It would be assumed by those watching us that we were lovers—a thought that made me laugh when he next spoke.

Over coffee he asked, “Do you mind me asking if you have a lover?”

“No, I don’t. Not anyone special I care about.” Arthur didn’t count. I enjoyed having him inside me, but I felt no commitment to him. I didn’t get the impression that he felt a commitment to me either. Schwartzman, who was still manhandling me on occasion at that point, was just an athletic “walk on the wild side” indulgence. We had already reached the understanding that LaCross was a top and I was a bottom.

“Are you experienced? And do you engage in casual sex? Are you promiscuous?”

“Those are pretty intrusive questions,” I said.

“Yes, they are. I like to know all that is on offer before I indulge, though.”

“Are you wanting to know if you can risk barebacking me?”

“Yes. Arthur tells me you take the drugs that permit that. I want to hear you pledge it.”

“You want to bareback me? That’s important to you?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Yes, I take care of that.”

“You want me to bareback you?”

I was pleased that he bothered to check what I wanted. “Yes. What else do you want to know.”

“Nothing else, I guess. I have said that when I’ve had a tense day, I tend to go directly for what I want. I have no complexes. I can survive a ‘no.’ There are clubs near here that I can go to for second best.”

“You think it would be second best? Foregoing having a bareback go at me and going to a club for relief and release?”

“I’m sure of it,” he answered, giving me a level look. He wasn’t going to back down. I sensed that he would banter like this for much longer.

“Well, then, my responses are yes, yes, and yes.”

He put his coffee cup down, decisively enough to let me know that the meal was at an end. “I’ve not been in any of the rooms in this hotel before,” he said. “Do you have a nice one?” Both of us knew what he was cutting to the calisthenics on the bed phase.

“Yes, it’s very nice. It has a full view of the harbor. It’s like the bed floats over it.”

“I would like to see that.”

“You certainly can, if you like. I’ll take you up there and show you the room.”

“I’d like to experience the sensation of floating on the bed over the harbor,” he said. “I also like the feel of flesh on flesh, raw penetration, breeding.”

“Yes, I understood what you were asking. You may do that as well.”

“This isn’t just casual. I wanted to bed you, Cory. I wanted to make love to you, to be one with you, inside you. Raw, flesh on flesh, both of us experiencing and savoring the release. I was thrilled when Arthur told me you’d take it without a condom. I’ve been straight with you. I was going to lay someone tonight. I suggested having dinner with you because I wanted it to be you. If it wasn’t going to be you, I needed to get on with the hunt. This is my town. I know where to find what I need.”

“But you couldn’t count on being able to safely bareback someone else tonight.”

“No, I couldn’t.”

“So, it’s going to be me.”

“Yes, it’s going to be you.” We were well beyond the “will he or won’t he” phase, but we were savoring the mutual seduction.

“You knew when you invited me to dinner that you wanted to fuck me—to bareback me?”

“Yes. You got me hard when you walked into the office. My body makes quick decisions. I wanted to fuck you then. You were part of what became a tense day for me. I want to fuck you now. What does your body tell you? Are we going to have a great fuck?”

“Yes,” I answered. “That’s what I want too.”

And fuck me he did. And he fucked me totally. He was every inch—over eight inches—the god I had imagined he would be. We did everything in foreplay with each other that two male lovers would do and then he laid me on my back, my face looking out over the harbor, hovered over me, and entered me strongly and deep—raw, flesh rubbing flesh. I raised my pelvis to him, rolling it up to take him at a straight shot deep inside the core of me, opening quickly and completely to him. I surrendered to him in a way that let him know I was completely open and vulnerable to him, and he used his talented cock to completely conquer and totally use me. As he had said he wanted, we became one, fused together in one rocking, fucking machine, until, after I had ejaculated, he released inside me again and again and again, as I jerked and rocked against him, exclaiming the “Again!” to the ceiling on each release. “Yes! Breed me! Flood me!”

He did, and he did it quite nicely. I’d never been one like this—totally fucked, supremely loved and vanquished—with another man this totally. I couldn’t hope that he felt the same, but then he indicated that he did.

“Can you stay here in Baltimore through the show—moved to New York, if I can, but here if I can’t—and help me bring order into the chaos?”

“Yes, of course,” I said, my scheduling racing through my mind, wondering what I could cancel or switch, but realizing that there was no question that I would do that.

“And I can save the hotel fees. I have an apartment nearby. You could stay with me.”

“Yes, that would be good,” I answered.

“With me, in my bed.” He sounded unsure of what I might say. “With no condoms in reach,” he added.

“Of course, I would love that,” I said.

“Oh, God, I love fucking you,” he cried out. And then he fucked me again.

He managed to get his show changed to New York City at a venue near to that of the Louis Vuitton show and for the afternoon after the evening Vuitton show. Several Vuitton buyers stayed over to see the LaCross show.

The only glitch, which didn’t prove to be one, is that one of his male models took sick right before the show and I stepped in to walk the catwalk for him. Thank the gods, I didn’t screw up and Kevin covered me with kisses and praise.

“I couldn’t have done this without you,” he declared. “It wasn’t just your substituting for Jacques. You have given me so much help on this in the past two weeks, taking many burdens off me.”

“This might be a good time for me to give you one of my other consultancy recommendations, then,” I said. “You need a partner. You’re trying to do too much. You need someone else to share the burden with. We could assemble a list of possible partners for you, if you . . . why are you looking at me like that, Kevin?”

“Why would I look any further than you for an ideal partner—both for the fashion house and for me?” he asked, flashing me that smile that always disarmed me completely.

I called Arthur Ritchey and said he’d be receiving a check for the services the consultancy had rendered for the LaCross fashion house and that he could keep my share of that to cover for canceling out my contract with him. I had found my ideal niche in life.

“You let him bareback you, didn’t you?” Ritchey said.

“Of course I did,” I answered.

Ritchey laughed.

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Wide awake and not sure how I should be feeling, I rolled on my side and stared at the space next to me.Just four months ago, Master Sergeant Matthew Kross was asleep on that side.His deployment to the Middle East was expected, and although we planned to marry, we weren’t willing to rush it.He wanted to marry in a special alcove at a shrine near his hometown.It was difficult to get approval, and when we finally did, it was on a day that was still seven months away.

The only argument we ever had was whether I would take his last name.I knew he didn’t want mine.My name is Kristophe Trzetrzelewska.My last name is pronounced “che che lev’ ska” which is not difficult; although, spelling it is a bitch.I go by “Kris”, and I didn’t want to be called Kris Kross.Matt wanted us to have the same last name.I suggested using his mother’s maiden name, but his father was upset by that suggestion.We tabled the discussion until he got back.But would he come back?

A week ago, Matt’s mother called me.The army had called her.Matt was missing.No other information was available.She would be contacted as soon as more was known.I stayed strong while on the phone.I told her he was probably on some clandestine operation and because things don’t always work on a predicted timetable, he was late checking in.She said that the scenario sounded reasonable.I told her that I would check back with her.I had called her every day since, and I bawled my eyes out after every conversation.

I continued to stare at the empty place in our bed, and my mind drifted to the first time I saw him.

A long day of work had just ended, and the guys in our department wanted to go for a drink.I was not a drinker, and I usually bowed out of those situations.Mark Epstein promised they weren’t going to a titty bar, and he kept nagging me.I finally relented; there were no empty tables when we got there, so we were standing at the bar.Most of the guys had beers; I had a Coke.I scanned down the bar, and sitting close to the other end was the dreamiest soldier I had ever seen.

He was wearing a light green long sleeve shirt with dark green pants.He had no tie on, but I could see a white t-shirt at his collar.He had a name tag, but I couldn’t read it.He filled the shirt nicely; his face was very handsome with a strong jawline, a chin cleft, and dimples.

I wanted to go over and talk to him, but I didn’t have the nerve.He caught me looking at him, but he didn’t react.I wondered how hard he would hit me if I went up to him to get a closer look and to tell him how sexy I thought he was.

He caught me looking a second time, and he smiled.I smiled back, and he nodded.Then one of his buddies walked up and engaged him in a conversation. I assumed it was one of his buddies because he was in similar attire.He turned on the barstool, and while his back looked pretty good, too, I figured that he was too good for me.Then he slowly turned his head to look over his shoulder, and he winked at me.

He had me at that moment.The few times I’d had sex in the past, I’d only topped, but he could have come over to me and bent me over the bar and had me for all he was worth.I felt my dick twitch in my pants.I saw him and his buddies move away from the bar and toward the exit.He broke away from them, came over to me and placed a card on the bar.

“Text me,” was all he said.He smiled and walked away.

I grabbed my phone and texted, “My name is Kris.”

I heard his phone ding as he reached the door; he looked down and then over at me.He gave me another smile.

That smile had to last me three weeks; although, I did receive a text a few hours later. He told me that he would be gone for almost a month and would not be able to text but that he wanted to have dinner with me when he got back.He included a winking emoji.Every time I read the message, I felt a twitch in my groin every time I looked at that emoji.

I had never believed in love at first sight, but the feelings that kept spinning around inside me every time I thought of him made me wonder.

My life up to that point had always been one of a loner; I was an average looking guy who was an introvert.I went to work where I spent the day in my cubicle happily crunching numbers until it was time to go home.Twice a week I stopped at a market on the way home and picked up fresh vegetables.I usually had chicken with my evening meal along with whatever vegetable was in season.After cleaning up, I read or watched a movie.Some might say it was a simple life, perhaps too simple for most, yet I was content.Until I saw Matt on that stool.

Three weeks and two days after that first text, I received another.“Just got access to my phone.Been thinking about you the entire time.Am I going crazy?Is dinner tonight too soon?I’m exhausted but can’t wait to see you.”

My smile stretched from ear to ear.I was at work, but I didn’t care.I broke protocol and immediately texted him back.“I’m done at five. I can take you to dinner anywhere you want.”I pondered what to write next.We had not spent any time together and had only shared a few text messages.Still, my heart was telling me that I had found what few people ever get.

Another text lit up my screen.“How about the Boiled Onion?A buddy can drop me off at about 5:30.I can wait for you.”

My fingers flew over the keyboard. Where was the Boiled Onion?Found it.Only fifteen minutes away at this time of day.Double that for rush hour.I texted back, “Should be able to get there at 5:30 unless traffic is worse than usual.Can’t wait to see you.”

I hit send and realized what I had ended with.I hope he wouldn’t be offended by it.Another winking emoji popped up on my phone.How was I going to make it to five?

The rest of the day went quickly, smoothly, and surprisingly I got a lot of work done.I guess my forcing myself to concentrate for fear that I’d waste the day worked well.My computer singled 5:00, and I practically sprinted to the parking lot.The traffic seemed heavier than usual to me.Maybe that’s because I wanted to get there so badly.It was 5:28 when I pulled into the parking lot.I stood next to my car and scanned the parking lot.I saw the car go past with Matt in the passenger seat.The car stopped, and he got out.

Had my memory played tricks on me?He was more handsome than I had remembered.He smiled, and I could feel my eyes mist, and my heart beat faster.He threw a duffle bag strap over his shoulder and hurried over to me.As he neared, I could tell that he hadn’t shaved in a few days, and his hair was a little rumpled.He was gorgeous.

“Sorry that I’m in such a mess.I haven’t been able to shower or shave for a few days.I thought I’d be able to shower today, but they kept us in meetings.I probably don’t smell very good.”

“I don’t care,” I smiled at him.

Matt dropped the duffle bag and hugged me.I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me.The side of my head was next to his, and he whispered into my ear, “I am so excited to be spending time with you.”

The stubble of his beard scratched my face, and his body odor was rank and sour.But I didn’t want to let go of him.He continued to hold me.

“You smell nice,” he told me.“I’m so sorry about how I smell.I’m kinda embarrassed.”He let go of me.

“Do you want to take a shower and then have something to eat?” I asked him earnestly.He did smell pretty bad.“Or I can order something while you clean up.Your choice.”

“Do you mind?”His cheeks reddened.I thought it was rather cute.

“Of course not.I can be flexible; although, it isn’t one of my strengths.”

“Which of us lives closer?”He turned and looked west.I’m about five miles that way.”

“And I’m about five minutes that way.”I pointed south.

“Your place wins,” he grinned.“I’m relieved.My place is a disaster.I just throw things together when I have to leave without warning.”

I could help with that, I thought.“It’s fine.Get in. Toss your bag in the back.”I reached into my pocket and clicked the button that opened the tailgate of my Equinox.I put my hand on his lower back and rubbed.

Matt reached for his bag.“Kris?”

My eyes followed him as he picked up the bag.“Yes, Matt?”Even through the fatigues, I could see the line of his athletic build.

His eyes met mine again.I could tell he had changed his mind about telling me what he was about to say.Instead, “How about we order a pizza?”

“Hmm.Let’s see.Friday night with a pizza and a handsome hunk.How can I refuse.”He blushed again.Could he get any cuter?

Once we were in the car and on our way, I asked him about the special forces badge on his arm.

“Yeah, that’s why I’m always on call and have to run off on a moment’s notice.”

“And you’re not allowed to talk about a lot of things, right.”

“That’s right.I’ve only dated a few guys, but none of them could handle breaking dates at the last moment and not being able to talk about where I was or what I was doing.”

“So you’ve only dated a few guys?”It seemed difficult for me to believe that a handsome guy like Matt would only have dated a few men.

“Let me say this, it’s easy to find sex when you’re an Army guy.Guys seem to be attracted to the uniform.I’ve got a friend who’s the same rank, and he gets laid all the time.But that’s not what I want.I travel a lot; I get stationed in different places.It’s hard to find a guy who wants to deal with that and not play around on the side.I want someone who will be faithful to me while I’m gone.I’ll be faithful to him; I don’t fool around when I’m on a mission.What about you?What are your feelings on this issue?”

“Well,” I gulped.“I used to have sex a few times with my college roommate.It was fun, but I always felt kind of empty afterward.I wasn’t in love with him, I guess.I’ve never been in love, I guess.Relationships seem like such a lot of work; I always figured that when I met the right guy, I’d want to spend the time and effort.I don’t enjoy going out in public.I was only at that bar where I saw you because the guys at work were relentless about getting me to go.”

“I’m glad they were.”

“Yeah.Me, too.You’re different, Matt.You know, I might see a guy whom I think is cute, and I might think about him the next time I, uh, relieve myself, but then I don’t think about him again.”

“You said ‘relieve myself’ like you’re taking a piss.”

From the corner of my eye, I saw Matt adjust his position in the seat to make it easy for him to look at me.I could see him study me with his eyes.Then he started; his voice was calm and soothing.I could tell he didn’t want to say anything to hurt me.

“Is that how you view sex?”

“No.Not at all.It’s great when there’s a connection.And masturbation can be good when you’re thinking about someone special, and that’s different from releasing some sexual tension.”I was worried that he’d think I was… I’m not sure what I was worried that he’d think about me.I just wanted things to go well.

“Hey, Kris, it’s cool.I’m not trying to interrogate you.I just want to know more about you.I’m obviously attracted to you.”

Now it was my turn to blush.“I’m an open book.You can ask me anything.”

“Well, then,” Matt’s tone became serious, “I think I will interrogate you.Where were you born?”

“Waco, Texas,” I laughed.

“You need to remain serious here.You’ll also be judged on the quickness of your responses.“How many brothers and sisters do you have?”

“Two brothers and two sisters.I’m the oldest.”

“Points off for supplying additional information.”

“Oh,” I clenched my teeth.“I demand additional points for failure to disclose the rules.”

“Subject will remain silent except for responding to the questions.”His tone remained serious.

“Which sibling is the favorite?”

I felt a stabbing pain.“I’m not sure.I thought we were all equal until I told them I’m gay.”

“Hey, I’m sorry.I didn’t mean…”Matt put his hand on my arm.

“It’s OK.It’s the way it is.I just need you to know that my family won’t be at our wedding.What about your siblings?”

“I’ve got an older brother, one of those who was a champion at everything.You know football captain, baseball scholarship, the kind of guy everyone wanted to be.He probably fucked half the girls in high school.He got one of them pregnant even though he claimed he always used a condom.They gave the baby up, and he went on to a pretty good baseball career in college.I was always compared to him and fell short.When I came out, my dad told me how disappointed he was, and my brother gave him hell like you wouldn’t believe.He told my father that I was the better son on almost every level.My dad apologized to me for all the shit he’d given me all those years.”

“And your mom?”

“She said she knew I was gay since I was ten and gave me a kiss and a hug.I think my dad shit a brick, but everything is good now.”

“Wow!”

“I’m lucky in that area, I think.”

“For all his faults, my brother is my hero because of that.”

I was quiet after that.I pulled into the parking garage and opened the gate with my remote.After parking the car, I led Matt to my apartment.The familiar scent of citrus welcomed us into my immaculate living space.

Matt’s comment pleased me.“This looks like a magazine.”

My one-bedroom apartment had a simple table with two chairs in the dining area that was on the right as soon as one entered.To the left was a kitchen with nothing on the counters as I had a good-sized pantry that held my counter appliances, food, and other rarely used items.The living room had a simple sofa on one wall and a TV on the opposite wall. A large plate-glass window looked out onto the park across the street.A door on the left between the dining area and living room led to a half bath, and on the other side was the entrance to the bedroom.

Matt followed me through the bedroom which had a simple full-sized bed with a plain oak headboard and two oak nightstands.Next to the window were two comfortable reading chairs with a table between them.

“I’m impressed,” Matt nodded his head.“I’m glad we didn’t go to my place.”

We headed into the bathroom.The washer and dryer were there as well as a walk-in shower.“Do you wash your fatigues on a regular cycle?” I asked.I heard the duffle bag hit the floor.

“Yeah, regular is good.”

I reached into the linen space and retrieved one of my best towels.I turned to see that Matt had stripped and stood before me stark naked.He looked better than I had imagined.He had strong, hairy pecs and an 8-pack that any man would kill to have.His testicles were larger than that of any I had ever seen, and his uncut cock pointed down with no lateral deviation.He had muscular thighs and calves.He could have posed for a sculpture.His body screamed perfection.I reached for a new toothbrush and toothpaste and placed them on the counter.

“Are you going to join me?”

I felt my dick twitch.“I, uh, need to order the pizza.”

He took the toothbrush and squirted a little toothpaste on it.“Not even to scrub my back.” He smirked.“I’ll scrub yours, too.”

I pulled my phone from my pocket and ordered two large pizzas, one with hamburger and mushroom, and one with pepperoni, two liters of Coke, and two lava cakes.I pushed send and looked up into his eyes.His mouth was covered in foam.He bent over the sink and rinsed his mouth.Placing his brush next to the sink.He stood again, looking at me.

I stepped closer to him, and he reached forward and unbuttoned my shirt.He tugged it loose from my pants and dropped it on the pile of his clothes.“I’m already making things a mess.”

“I’ll send you a bill.”I reached in and turned on the shower.It didn’t usually take long for the water to warm up.I brought my hand back to my side, and Matt kissed me.It was long, deep, passionate.He reached down and unbuckled my pants.His kiss never stopped.I brought my hands up next to his face and held it as my tongue searched inside his mouth.His moans were soft and gentle.

I moved my right hand down and found his semi-hard penis.He gasped as I applied a little pressure to it and then moved my hand to his scrotum.He moved down onto his haunches and untied my shoes before sliding my pants off one leg at a time.My boner was pushing against my underwear, and he wrapped his lips around it, leaving a wet spot on the fabric.With his hands, he removed my underwear.My hardness pointed straight into his face.He reached up and squeezed my cock before standing and pulling me into the shower.

We took turns lathering and scrubbing.I used the body pouf on all but the most sensitive parts of Matt’s body.It didn’t take long before the sourness was replaced by the manly scent of natural body oils and Old Spice Body Wash.We rinsed again and were in the middle of a great kiss when my doorbell rang.“It’s the pizza,” I mumbled.

“I’ll get it,” Matt said as he exited the shower and grabbed a towel from the counter.“How much is it?”

“There’s just the tip.”

I heard him open the door as I got a towel and began to dry off.

“You’re not Mr. T,” I heard the delivery boy say.

“That’s right.I’m Mr. K.”

The delivery boy chuckled.I heard some rustling, and then the door closed.Matt was back at the bathroom door.He was still damp, and his hair was dripping.“I gave him a twenty, was that enough?”

“He’s probably dancing down the stairs.I usually give him a ten.”My towel was pulled from my grasp, and Matt began to vigorously rub my back.

“I left the food on the table in the dining room.Is that where you want to eat?”

With pizza, I usually eat on the couch, but I don’t usually do it naked.”

“I always do it naked,” he said with an evil smirk.

“Do you have clean underwear, or do you need to borrow some?I know your ass is clean because I just scrubbed it for you, but you’re not sitting bare-ass naked on my sofa.”

Matt bent down next to his duffle bag and opened it.“I think these are clean.”He held up a green pair of boxers.

“You think?”

He laughed.“I know they are.”

“Put ‘em on.”I went to get some briefs from my dresser.

Matt came out of the bathroom in his boxers just as I adjusted the strap on my underwear.He looked really good. My dick responded immediately.I looked away and headed toward the pizza.“Let’s eat.”

I opened the box with the pizza with hamburger and mushrooms.It looked great as always.“Do you want Coke, water, or I can make some tea.”

“I’ll have a Coke; then I’ll switch to water.”

“Open it up; I’ll get some glasses and some plates.”Within moments we were on the couch with a plate of pizza in hand and our drinks on the coffee table.I snuggled up next to Matt, and we chatted a bit between bites.

As Matt finished his last bite of pizza, he leaned forward to put his plate on the table.Leaning back, his hand moved over my cock and rested there.He moved his fingers back and forth.My dick had been getting hard and then softening several times since our shower, and now, it got rock hard.I put my last piece of pizza in my mouth and tossed the plate.It landed next to his.I turned my head and kissed him.He began to rub me with more intensity.

The bristles of his unshaven face continued to prick mine, but this time it turned me on.His tongue pushed my lips apart and fought with mine.Suddenly, he picked me up and carried me into the bedroom.With my arms wrapped around his neck, and his left arm holding me up, he pulled the covers of the bed down before placing me on the mattress and lying on top of me.He ground his groin against mine.I could feel his hardness move across mine.

He whispered into my ear.“You excite me in ways I don’t understand.”His lips touched my ear; his tongue ran across the outside of my ear before he sucked my lobe into his mouth and began to flick it with his tongue.

He swung around and stood up next to the bed.Reaching forward, he pulled my briefs from my body, and after pulling his boxers from his, he swallowed my entire dick with his mouth.

The incredible combination of pressure and suction drove me to the brink of ecstasy.Just as I thought I would lose control.He stopped and covered my mouth with his.At that moment, with his knees on each side of me, he sat up, spit into his hand, and lubed up his ass.He sat on my cock with the precision of a fighter pilot.I slid deep into him with one motion.My cry of “Oh” was covered by his grunt of “Yeah.”

Matt began to move his hips in ways I had never realized were possible.Forward, back, up, down and combinations that made me squeal.He leaned forward again and kissed me.Holding me tightly, he rolled us over, and I was thrusting into him.

He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him.As we banged together, he grunted, “Fuck yeah.”I felt myself get close, but I held on.I didn’t want the feeling to end.I didn’t want this coupling to end.But then I felt him tense; his ass grabbed tightly to my cock, and he came.His cum slammed into my chin with incredible pressure.It landed on the headboard; some landed on the wall above the headboard, and it saturated his sexy, hairy chest.

I followed.I released into him with an intensity I’d never had before.I’d never released so much sperm in one ejaculation.Then I spurted into him again, and as I collapsed onto him, I felt myself spew forth one last bit.

My head rested on his shoulder; my cock was still hard and inside him.His breathing slowly returned to normal.Neither of us spoke.It was truly the most awesome experience I’d ever shared with another human being.

With his hands, Matt pulled me up and kissed me.“Kris.”That was all he said.I saw the desire in his eyes.He wanted me, and I wanted him.I kissed him, and we rolled over.I pulled my legs apart and up.Using more spit, he lubed my hole, and seconds later, he had pushed himself inside me.

Unlike my first and only time bottoming, the pressure of his dick inside me felt incredibly right.He moved in and out of me with a perfect rhythm.As he withdrew, I wanted him back in, and as he pushed back in, I wanted him to push hard and fill me.I discovered that I was thrusting my hips to meet his thrust.We were in sync again, and when he came and filled me with his seed, I wanted to hold it within me forever.He held me close, and eventually, he slipped out of me.Soon we dozed in one another’s arms.

I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but each time we made love was better than the previous time.When I was in him, or he was in me, we were one physical being, and each time reminded me that we had been made for one another.

Reality returned to me.I was sitting on the same bed we used to share the secrets we were allowed to share, to share the love that continued to grow within us, and to plan our future together.Matt was missing.It had been fourteen days.The government now admitted he had been on a mission for them, and there was a brief mention on the news of a small group of soldiers unaccounted for.But there was no other word.

My heart grew more fearful each day.

Then, on Day 18, the news came that the missing men had been found in a collapsed building.One of them had passed away from injuries sustained during the collapse; the others were barely alive.Matt’s mother flew to Germany.His brother Tom came to visit me; I was numb and unable to function.I had taken sick leave from work as we waited for the news.

Finally, Matt’s mother called Tom.She said the news was not good.Matt had horrible injuries.It would take him months, if not years, to recover, but he was alive, and his brain was uninjured.He had asked about me.Tom asked me what I wanted his mom to tell Matt.

I said, “Kriss Kross is not such a bad name.”Eight months later, it became my name.

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The days went on and on and I wondered when Dad and I could be together again. The house always seemed to be busy. My sisters were hosting sleepovers and people coming and going made it impossible to steal some intimacy time safely with Dad. Mom worked rotating shifts so I just had to be patient.

Then it happened!! My sisters and I were invited to go camping for an upcoming weekend. I had to think of some excuse to not have to go. I told Mom that I would be afraid of sleeping out in the woods and it would turn into an embarrassing situation for me with so many of my friends around. She had empathy for me and said I didn’t have to go. I tried to hide my excitement. Because I knew what it meant. The girls would be gone and Mom would go to her job leaving George and I alone for 10 hours each day of the weekend.

The Friday of Memorial Day weekend, George took Mom and I to dinner. Mom made a comment at one point, “Teddy, you seem distant tonight. What’s going on?” I replied, “Oh nothing Mom. I’m fine really. Just thinking about missing the camping trip.”

What I was really thinking about was when she would go to work the next day and I could finally be with Dad. It had been several weeks since he fucked me and I was craving more!!!

I was still jacking off about 3 times a day. Each time I would be thinking of George’s sparkling blue eyes, his cleft chin, the 5 o’clock shadow and his hairy arms wrapping around my body. I thought of different things we could do. I was curious about what it would be like to eat his ass like he had done to mine.

His ass was thick from running and fairly hairy with the same orangish red hair he had on his chest and arms. I caught a glimpse of him drying off after a shower and noticed how the hair was much thicker as it went further near his hole. His skin was very white. The contrast was striking.

She jarred me back to the present by saying, “I know I have to work all day tomorrow, but maybe George and you can go do something fun to take your mind of the camping trip.” George spoke up and said, “Yeah Sport, we’ll find something to get into.”

My mind raced to what I hoped we would be doing. I said, “Sounds great!” Then I looked away immediately hoping Mom would not notice my blushing. I thought it was funny how George called me fella or Son when it was just us, but Ted or Sport in front of Mom. It reinforced the private connection I had with my new Dad!

We got home around 10pm. I said how tired I was so I went straight to bed. I fell asleep knowing I would need my energy for the rest of the weekend!

The next morning, I awoke to a very quiet house. The sun was shining brightly through my blinds. This meant that Mom had already been at work a couple of hours. I sleep in the nude. I reached down and grabbed my piss hard on and took a couple of strokes. My balls were loose in their sack as I coddled them. I was rock hard but had to pee like a race horse. I slowly got up and then went to the bathroom. I threw caution to the wind and didn’t put on my robe.

I pissed and flushed. The toilet must have alerted George that I was up. He yelled up from the basement, “Hey fella, you up?” I replied, “Yeah, be down in just a minute. I just need to put something on.” He quipped, “No need to do that Son. We’ve got the house completely to ourselves for the next 8 hours.”

I walked down stairs with my diminishing hard on bouncing and leading the way. When I entered the basement, my eyes fell upon the most irresistible site. Dad was curling weights bare ass naked!! I stood there naked as well. He saw me and said, “I was just burning off some steam while I waited for you to wake up.” He placed the weights down and growled, “Come here, Son!”

He grabbed me into his tight muscled arms. I looked up to his handsome face and we kissed. His tongue entered my mouth. There was an urgency that came over us. He cupped my ass as our dicks dueled back and forth. I could feel his hairy stomach and chest rubbing against me. It was extremely stimulating.

He broke off the kiss and said, “I’ve missed feeling you in my arms.” I said, “I’ve missed feeling your body too, Dad.” He raised his arms to my sides and started tickling me. I giggled like a school girl. I screamed, “Stop, or I won’t play with you this weekend.” He smiled and chuckled, “Really? I guess you aren’t interested in a repeat of last time then?”

I grinned and looked away a little embarrassed, “Actually, I was thinking of something a little different….” George raised his eyebrows and said, “Oh ok, what did you have in mind???” I replied, “I want to do to you what you did to me.”

George said, “So, you really are a man now. You want to bend me over and eat my hairy ass? Dive in between my ass checks and lap me up? Then plug your stiff cock up my bare ass and not stop ‘til you give me your hot boy load?” I stammered, “Yeah, if that’s all right…..”

A huge smile spread all over George’s face. He dropped his arms and turned around. He braced himself against the workout bench and bent over. He said, “Help your self, Son. I’m ready for you.”

I was a little nervous. But, I looked down and saw my rigid cock had returned to full staff. I took a step closer to him and squatted down. I placed my hands on his hairy ass cheeks and rubbed them in circles. His cheeks were meaty and heavy. My mouth started to water. I could see his hairy balls hanging low between his legs. Then I saw it.

His small wrinkled pink pucker was twitching. He said, “Whatcha’ waitin’ on boy? Get in there!” I did what he commanded. My nose hit his asshole first. The pungent odor was clean, but fragrant of man sweat. He smelled like any locker room. I tilted my head up and stuck out my tongue. I touched the ring of his hole. Sweat was running down his crack and mixing with my spit. I licked again and tasted the salty mix. I pulled his cheeks apart and really dug in. George moaned and said, “That’s the way. That feels really good fella.”

I slurped and licked. I grabbed his cheeks, pulled them apart wide. I forced my tongue inside his opening. The heat radiating from him was immense. I darted my tongue in and out. Dad was squirming and moaning at this point. He looked over his shoulder and growled, “Are you ready for it?”

I stood up. With my hands on his back I landed my boy cock in the cleft of his hairy ass. The juices made my cock easy to slid up and down. I paused and placed the tip of my cock at the pink little pucker. Without warning, George pushed back and engulfed my entire length in one fell swoop.

I closed my eyes tight. The pleasure was rippling throughout my body. I just stood there braced against him as he began fucking himself on my tool. I knew I would not last long. Just thinking about being in this gorilla of a man was enough to get me there.

I said, “Dad, I’m getting close already.” His breath was already short and heavy. He asked, “You going to breed me, Son? You gonna give me your load? Oh, fuck me!!!” I fucked him hard. That was it. I began to spurt right up his ass. My cock was buried and I gave him every drop of my load.

I slowed my thrusts and eased out my spent cock. I squatted down behind him and grabbed his ass cheeks again. I said, “Dad, give me my load. Push it out.” I moved my mouth right to his asshole. I slowly licked and received my prize. As his hole relaxed, I ate the load that had been in so deep. It was a mix of cum, spit and ass juice. I gobbled it up like a starving man.

George straightened up and turned around. His huge uncut cock was staring me right in the face. He said, “You ready for another load?” I greedily said, “Oh yeah!” I stuck out my tongue and took the head of his dick in my mouth. I licked and swished the cum and spit between his foreskin and head. I started bobbing up and down.

Dad grabbed the sides of my head and said, “I’m ready, Son. You want my load down your throat? You gonna drink my seed from right from my cock?” With one last thrust he started gushing his man load down my throat. I didn’t even taste the first three spurts as they hit the back of my throat.

I eased his cock from my throat and let the head rest on my tongue. I got the last of his cum right in my mouth. The flavor was all man. I looked up to his face with his cock still in my mouth. George was looking down at me and began grinning.

He asked, “Are you ready for a little surprise?” I nodded my head in the affirmative. He said, “hold still.” He tilted his head up and closed his eyes. I felt a little tickle in my mouth. Then a steady stream of piss filled my mouth.

It was slightly pungent. I swallowed a little. But, then began choking and sputtering. I backed my mouth off his dick. He continued to wet me down from my face to my cock. It was warm and flowing. The feeling was electric. I took the head back in my mouth and took the last of his stream.

I stood up and hugged him. I had my faced smashed into his hairy chest. The warm piss mixed with our sweat. After a few minutes of cuddling, we were both soaking. Dad said, “I think we need to take a shower. Come with me, fella. I’ll take good care of you.”

He grabbed his Uncle Rico’s dick, sloppily stroking him with both hands, one fist on top of the other. The fapping sounds were echoing through the large room, and Rico’s eyes rolled back, as his body went limp. He let out some soft moans, and growls, his balls rising tightly against his thick shaft. Alex continued stroking with his left hand, using his right palm to swirl around Uncle Rico’s dick head. He worked the tip over, pulling the foreskin back, to run a fingertip along the inside of the folds. Rico squirmed, and let out little gasps, and grunts. He opened his eyes wide, sweat dripping off his forehead, “Oh shit, nephew, I’m going to cum again!” He closed his eyes, and another fountain of cum shot out, adding to the large amounts that had pooled up and down his body. He writhed, and groaned, squirting out a few more drops, before his balls started to fall, and Alex let go of his shaft. 

Uncle Rico lay panting, and sweaty, his body trembling. Alex admired his handy work, gazing at his Uncle’s sexy body, covered in cum, and smelling of it, too. The dark cotton sheets, showed many spots, where the cum had splattered, and the quilted suede headboard as well. Alex got up, and walked toward the bathroom. “Wait, where are you going?” “I’m going to get a bath ready. We need to change the bedding, too.” “That felt great, nephew. I appreciate what you’ve done. This is truly a weight lifted.” “I know Uncle Rico. I would feel the same” He started the water, and set out fresh towels, walking back into the bedroom, and helping his Uncle up off the bed. Rico was still hard, and dripping what was left of his last load, as they walked back toward the tub. “Fuck, I thought I”d never have that sensation again.” Rico was smiling, as he stepped up into the tub. “I can’t thank you enough.” “Honestly, I’m having fun with it as well.” Rico furrowed his brows. “Uncle Rico, you have an amazing body. Anyone would want to do what I’m doing with you. For real.” “Ok, let’s just focus on the task at hand.” Rico seemed uncomfortable with the topic.

He wasn’t as thorough this time, but made sure to give Rico a once over with the wash cloth, and quick dick cleaning. He scrubbed his hairy abs and chest, making sure to get every spot of cum he could find, washed away. They rinsed off, and stepped back out, and he toweled his Uncle off, starting from the bottom, and working his way up. Rico was still hard, surprisingly, but Rico made no comments, or indication he wanted any more attention paid to his meat now. Alex finished, and wrapped the bath sheet around Rico’s waist, leading him back to the bedroom, and helping him sit at the ledge. “We should order some dinner, nephew. My wallet is in the belongings bag, if you want to use my AMEX, and get whatever you want. I don’t really have an appetite right now, but something Mediterranean would be nice.” ‘Ok, I’ll take care of that. Where are your linens kept?” “There’s a pantry at the end of the hall, where my laundry is done. There should be all you need, in there.” 

Alex ordered delivery, and found fresh linens, bringing them to his uncle’s room. Rico was still on the ledge of the bed, but the towel had draped open, and his dick was still hard, pointing straight up, pressing against his abs, again. “I’m sorry, I tried to take care of an itch, and the towel fell open.” “Why are you apologizing? Where is the itch?” “My lower back.” Alex walked up, and reached around, scratching at his Uncle’s hairy lower back.” “Yes, fuck yes, that’s the spot.” His Uncle slumped over, and he scratched up and down, swirling his fingernails around. “Thank you so much, that’s good.” He got up, and started to wrap his Uncle in the bath sheet again. “Do we need to take care of this some more? It seems just has hard as before.” “I can cum up to six times a day, and it still won’t go down, nephew.” “Sounds challenging.” “You have no idea.” Alex got down, between his legs, and took hold of the meat, looking up at his Uncle. “What…are you doing?” He leaned forward, putting his mouth over Rico’s dick, instantly tasting the salty pre cum, and pressed his face forward, feeling the smooth, hard shaft and head fill his mouth.

Rico squirmed, scolding a breathy, stuttering protest. “You…Fuck, you gotta stop…oh God…Nephew, no….God damnit!” Rico relaxed, and went limp against the mattress, letting Alex work his dick over with his hot mouth. The sounds were muffled, but sloppy. The heat from Rico’s hairy crotch surrounded Alex’s head, causing beads of sweat to form on his brow, and drip down his nose. He could hear his Uncle panting, and grunting, letting out deep breaths, and cursing under his breath. Rico’s dick didn’t fully fit, so Alex crawled up, arching over Rico’s quivering thighs, and deep throated him.

He gagged at first, but the river of pre cum created a slick lubricant at the back of his throat. He quickly got into a flow of going down, choking, bobbing up, and inhaling through his nose, never losing the grip of his lips on that beautiful dick. His Uncle yelped out a quick “Fuck!” Before shooting another load down Alex’s throat. The sweet and salty spunk squirted perfectly down the back of his mouth cave, as he gulped greedily at the spreading seed. Rico was whimpering, and groaning with pleasure, as he unloaded into Alex’s throat. “God damnit, you little fuck. You greedy bitch. You fucking did it.” Rico was almost laughing as he cussed at his nephew.

Alex swallowed the last of what he could taste, and popped off his uncle’s dick, wiping the tears from his eyes. “That should do it for now.” He noticed Rico’s dick had softened, ever slightly, and massaged the slimy shaft, until it was dry. He calmly draped the towel across Rico’s crotch, keeping eyes with his Uncle, who studied him, with wonder, and a sensual hint of desire. Alex got up, Rico keeping his gaze, and backed toward the door. “I’m…going to get some utensils. They seem to think we’re going to eat with our fingers.” He smiled, but Rico kept the steady gaze. “Ok nephew.” Rico was covered in sweat, but his breathing had slowed, as Alex turned and walked away with a grin.

He came back in, seeing Rico, once again trying to get up on his own, the towel lying on the floor, and his dick arched, semi hard, pointing out toward him. “I think I need another shower.” “You sure do. For now though, we eat.” He picked up the towel, wrapping it around Rico’s waist, reaching under the terrycloth to pull his shaft up into position, as Rico closed his eyes, looking away. His dick flexed, and Alex pulled the towel tight, knotting it on the side. “There you go.” Rico half smiled, and muttered a thanks. He sat on the ledge of the bed, as Alex fed him, one bite at a time.

They finished eating, and Alex led Rico back to the bathroom. The shower heated quickly, and Alex dropped Rico’s towel to the floor, his dick still hard. This time, Alex slipped out of his briefs, and stepped in, turning to help Rico up the steps, and under the steaming rain. “What are you doing?” His uncle quickly looked him over. “I’m just getting more comfortable. Relax.” “Nephew, what are you up to?” Rico hesitated, before stepping under the water. “Nothing.” Alex smiled innocently. He got down, and lathered up Rico’s dick. “For fuck’s sake, what would your Mother say?” “She told me to take care of you, Uncle.” “God damnit, you’re like a fiend.” Rico tilted his head back, letting the water fall over his face, as Alex stroked quickly. “Fuckkkkkkk!” Rico’s voice echoed through the bathroom, as he shot out a smaller, clear load. ‘Fuck, fuck, you fucking fuck.” Rico shook his head, looking down.

Alex finished washing Rico’s entire body, and shut the water off, as they went back down the stairs. He toweled them both off, and brought Rico back to his bed. Rico lay back, closing his eyes, his breathing calm, his dick still hard. Alex got a blanket from the closet, and draped it over his Uncle. “Rest, Uncle. I’ll be around, if you need me. “I alway need you.” Rico smiled, turning his head to the side. Alex left him be, and collected their takeout containers, on his way out, turning to close the door.

He waited almost two hours, occasionally checking on his Uncle Rico, not seeing any signs of him waking up. His dick had softened under the covers, and he curiously peeked every now and then. He as in awe of Rico’s glorious dick, and wanted to feel it, so desperately. The sun had gone down, and the room was dark, as he fumbled around with the switch. The room lit up brightly, and he quickly found the dimmer, lowering all the overhead lighting, and leaving a bright ring of track lights around the outer wall, and under the bed. Rico lay quietly, as Alex approached. He slowly pulled the blanket away, seeing Rico’s flaccid dick, and heavy balls, between his legs. He lay next to Rico, reaching over, and lifting his dick up, watching the soft skin move under the pressure of his grip. He pulled back the foreskin, and pushed it back into position, watching Rico’s dick head peek a boo out. 

Rico’s dick was quick to respond, hardening in a few seconds, his balls shifting under the heavy dark skin, anticipating the next move. After a couple strokes, the flow of pre cum began, and Alex had lubed Rico up, the pre cum pooling at his fist. He got up, using his other hand to gather some of the pre cum, and reached back, fingering himself. His ass hole quickly opened, as he worked his lubed fingers in and out, but he wanted more. He let go of Rico’s dick, and slid his briefs off, quickly. Straddling his Uncle, he pushed back, feeling the hard shaft between his cheeks. He was spreading the pre cum up and down his crack, feeling his hold begging for penetration, when he looked down, seeing Rico staring up at him.

“I fucking knew it.” Rico moaned, as Alex pushed back. “I knew you’d want this dick, you little bitch, nephew. You can’t handle this dick. You won’t like it, it won’t feel good.” “I can’t stand it anymore, I need it.” “Take it then, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Rico lay there, watching Alex work up his asshole, eyes closed, bracing himself against his Uncle’s hairy groin. Rico was panting, feeling his dick oozing, and throbbing to penetrate his nephew’s hole. He knew what it would feel like, hoping he wouldn’t hurt him, but knowing it was too much for even some of the women he’d been with. An asshole would be even tighter of a space to fill.

Alex pulled down the foreskin, and pressed the head up against his puckering hole. The first inch stung so bad, he cried out, looking down to see a curious look on his Uncle’s face. “I fucking told you,” Rico’s eyes were concerned, but he had a slight smirk at his lips, watching the reaction of his beautiful dick penetrating Alex’s hole. Alex’s ass was burning, but he put more pressure down, as Rico’s dick split him open, filling up the tiny anal passage, with his massive shaft. Alex cried out again, “Fuck!” “Nephew, please, I told you.” “I need it.” He pushed down further, until he felt a sharp poke from within, knowing Rico couldn’t go any deeper.

He settled for a moment, his ass adjusting to the thickness of his Uncle’s meaty dick, and slowly slid up, and then back down. Rico wasn’t fully inside, but he was at max capacity, and Alex slid up and down, slowly at first, and then quickly loosened up to accommodate. He had both hands under Rico’s arms, bracing himself on Rico’s hairy chest. Rico was whining, and cursing, closing his eyes to look away at what was happening. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.” Alex smile, hoping so, as his ass throbbed, trying to close, but forced open by this massive meat. 

He rode Rico’s dick a few more times, before Rico opened his eyes, stammering out a “I’m gonna cum.” Alex stopped riding, and leaned forward, putting the pressure just under the head of Rico’s dick. “Oh God, oh fuck, shit.” Rico came strong, throbbing inside Alex’s ass, filling him to overflowing, as his cum started leaking out of Alex’s hole, and down his shaft and balls. He had a few more contractions, as the pulsing of his dick subsided. Alex slid off, laying next to Rico, tears in his eyes, a feeling of guilt, and fulfillment coming over him. He turned away, hiding his face. He knew it was wrong, but he had to know.

Rico turned as much as he could, putting his leg over Alex’s side, curling his food between his nephew’s knees, and pulled him back, nestling his soaked dick between their bodies. “I’d hold you if I could nephew. I don’t know what else to do.” “It’s ok Uncle Rico. I’m so sorry, I just had to know.” “Was it what you wanted?” “It was everything I wanted. It was perfect.” “Fuck, then I guess it was worth it.” “It was. I feel like I’ve lost you though.” Rico nodded to himself, knowing this had definitely shifted something in their relationship. He also knew this was the only sexual connection he’d had in quite some time. He lay back, his leg still over Alex, as the two dozed off.

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When I bought my first home at the age of twenty-six, I moved into a middle-class neighbourhood in one of the less fashionable suburbs of the city. The term ‘middle-class’ was perhaps a little euphemistic, because many of the people living in the street were rednecks. It was, however, the best home I could afford.

I very soon became friendly with the family living next door, to my left. Martha, my neighbour was a buxom woman that clearly took no shit. Fortunately, we hit it off from the very start and she became a really great neighbour to have. Most people upon meeting her would assume that she was butch, but that was not the case. Martha had a handsome face and her two boys had definitely inherited her good looks. She had never married, and both sons were born out of wedlock.

He older boy, Dylan, who was twenty-one-years-old, knew who his father was, but as she explained; when she was pregnant with Dylan, she soon realized that Doug, Dylan’s father was a real player and simply couldn’t keep his zipper closed. Added to that, he was a real thug and was always getting into fights. Resultantly, five months into her pregnancy, she gave Doug his marching orders.

After Doug fucked off he didn’t have any contact with Dylan until Dylan was sixteen-years-old. Thereafter, Doug regularly began seeing his son, and they bonded very well and would often go out fishing together. Martha didn’t mind this at all and actually encouraged it.

The younger boy, Lester, who was seven-years-old did not know who his dad was. She once told me that at the time of Lester’s conception, his father was a married man with a family, and Martha simply didn’t want to cause problems in his life. She had always wanted kids and was happy to raise them on her own. Martha was particularly pleased that she had given birth to two boys, because she was a real man’s woman and didn’t care for female company. Her philosophy about boys was that it was better to worry about one prick in the neighbourhood, rather than all the pricks in the neighbourhood.

Although she could cook and bake very well, Martha also loved doing all the repairs around her home and could fix any plumbing or electrical problem better than most men. Needless to say, I never had to employ the services of plumbers or electricians after meeting her.

What pleased me most about Martha was that she was very proud of her property and maintained a really pretty garden.

Her two boys were real ruffians and always looked scruffy, which she approved of heartily, because according to her, ‘boys were made to be that way.’ She, however, took no nonsense from the boys and they were shit-scared of her. One day when I observed Dylan standing outside in their garden, I saw that he had a fat lip. Upon asking him what had happened, he told me that his mother had floored him the previous evening when he cheeked her. Dylan then quickly assured me, that it had been his own fault because he had severely provoked her.

Lester, the youngest would often pop into my home early on. He was a bright boy with an inquiring mind and drove me crazy with a million questions on each visit. His visits did not make me very comfortable, nonetheless, because with everyone knowing that I was gay, I did not want the neighbourhood to start gossiping.

To Martha’s credit, although she was not concerned by Lester’s visits to my home, I soon however, reasoned that I had to deal with this situation head-on. After I informed her of my concerns, Martha dealt with the situation very deftly after being in full agreement with my logic. Thankfully, thereafter, Lester’s visits were substantially curtailed.

Dylan, however, was an entirely different matter. He was a big lad and stood six-foot-three-inches-tall. He had a naturally beautiful physique and was extremely good-looking. One simply couldn’t keep one’s eyes off him.

Although he would pop in to see me from time to time, he never became a real nuisance. The only fallout from his visits was that my booze cabinet took a severe knock after he had popped in. Dylan was a party animal and drank like a fish. There was a club in town where he loved to hang out on weekends. Having taken a page out of his father’s book, Dylan also loved getting into fights at the club. His passions in life, as he told me, were fucking, fighting, and drinking. As far as the fucking aspect of this lifestyle was concerned, Dylan apparently had no problem getting women into bed. He was also not shy to mention that he was a stud in the bedroom and extremely well-equipped in the penis department.

Late one Saturday afternoon I even got to see his cock and verify that he had not been lying.

A group of friends were visiting me when Dylan paid me a surprise visit on that day. Dylan had an incredible sense of humour and natural storytelling ability. Needless to say, my friends were delighted by the sight of him. Dylan had also had quite a few drinks by then and was on top form. When he mentioned that he was looking forward to dancing at the club that night, one of my buddies asked him if he was a good dancer.

After asking me to put some music on, Dylan then said that he would give us a show, fully aware of the fact that he was in gay company. I was stunned at how rhythmically he moved his body about and when he removed his shirt and tossed it to the side, there was a collective shriek of excitement from the ‘girls’ watching.

Chants of “take it all off,” now began to emanate from the excited faces watching the spectacle, and soon the shorts were also tossed aside.

Next, after turning his body around, Dylan pushed his underpants down and kicked them to the side. Upon turning to face us again, he commenced swaying his hips to give us a good look at his substantial uncut dick flapping from side to side. Dylan then opened his stance and swung his cock up and down like a meaty pendulum. The sounds now emanating from my buddies began to reach fever pitch as mobile phones clicked frenziedly.

When one of my friends, however, tried to reach out and touch his dick, Dylan pushed his hands away. The gesture wasn’t aggressive but firm. Dylan then got dressed and said that he needed to go home and have a nap before his visit to the club.

After his departure and in the lull after the storm, my friends were speechless.

A few weeks later, when Dylan once more popped in one Saturday afternoon, he ended up drinking far more than normal and ended up passing out on my sofa. After covering him with a blanket and placing a bucket next to his head, I phoned Martha and told her what had happened. She was very annoyed, but thanked me, promising that if he caused any mess she would clean it up the following day.

Thereafter, after his mother had no doubt threatened him within an inch of his life, this scenario never happened again.

Another dilemma did nonetheless, soon occur. Dylan always blew his money early on in the month and had to frequently borrow from his mother to see out the month. She obviously got sick of this and finally put her foot down.

When Dylan visited me again one Saturday and bemoaned this fact to me, telling me how much he wanted to go partying that night, the inevitable then happened when he asked to bum money off me.

If there was one thing that life had taught me, it was that lending money always ended up in a disaster. I, therefore, decided then and there to deal with this situation as firmly as possible. After I had made my feelings clear on the matter, Dylan looked at me with an acquiescent look of resignation. After a brief pause, however, he pursued another angle.

“Well, maybe then I could earn the money instead?” Dylan suggested.

Acting upon my quizzical frown, Dylan then pushed his hand into his shorts and began to fondle his dick.

As his face blossomed with salaciousness he chuckled and then said, “Necessity is, after all, the mother of invention.”

“If I think that I am reading this situation correctly, it simply won’t work,” I uncomfortably replied.

“Hear me out, Reg. I’m not gay or even bisexual. But let me tell you the following story,” he advocated.

Dylan then told me that because of all of the shit he had caused at school, he spent the last two years of high school in a boys’ boarding school. Because pocket money from his mom was rather meagre, he soon realized that rich gay brats, who had tons of pocket money, were an easy target for being fleeced. Consequently, many guys had sucked his dick during this period.

With shock and excitement, I hastily replied, “But what if your mother finds out?”

“How… who the fuck is going to tell her, Reg… me?” he challengingly sniggered.

With a self-satisfied look on his face, he then continued, “The only rule is that I don’t suck or get fucked, but I will happily let you suck me and fuck your arse for one hundred bucks,” he stated, before arrogantly concluding “I saw how you and your buddies looked at me. You were all salivating for my cock.”

As I sat open-mouthed, Dylan got up and stripped naked. Then, striding toward me boldly, he stood and waived his dick inches away from my face.

All good sense evaporated as I allowed him to push his now fully erect dick into my mouth.

As he commenced skull-fucking me, he said, “Ah, yes Reg, now you can enjoy your well-spent money.”

After slipping off the chair onto my knees, I let him take control of my head. The taste and feel of his large dick was breath-taking.

Although I was ecstatic about what was happening, I was sensible enough to realise that it was a gay for pay situation. What did amaze me, nevertheless, was how sensual Dylan’s approach was. There was no hint of a ‘let me finish and fuck off’ attitude, and he was clearly enjoying himself, as he leisurely speared my mouth.

I soon began to lick his balls as well, which he clearly enjoyed. As I started nudging my mouth between his thighs and commenced licking his perineum, Dylan responded by lifting his right leg and placing his foot on the armrest of the chair. With my tongue journeying toward his cornhole, as if reading my mind, Dylan then turned his body and with his arms anchored on the armrests, offered his rosebud to me.

After I spread his cheeks as wide as I could, I commenced licking the silky skin of his pucker. The sounds now emanating from him became lustfully guttural. For the next several minutes, my mouth explored the entire terrain, in addition to also frequently licking his balls and dick.

With his horniness reaching fever pitch, Dylan again turned his body and swiftly reinserted his dick into my mouth. Horned up as he was at this point, Dylan now hectically fucked my face with gusto before unloading a minute or two later.

Once we were done, I offered him another drink. It soon became clear that my presumption that he would now take his money and head home was happily not correct.

Dylan explained that because I was now a good customer, he had to make sure he kept me happy. In a business-like manner, he explained that for a hundred bucks, I, therefore, qualified for two loads. Elated by this proposal, I wasn’t naïve enough to not realise that Dylan had an ulterior motive in mind, as I would see a week later.

After finishing his drink, Dylan said, “Okay, Reg, it’s time for you to hug the back of your sofa.”

“Are you sure you’re up for this already?” I playfully retorted.

“Reg, I told you that I’m a stud. When I take a woman home from the club, I can fuck all night,” he informed me, with a look of superiority on his face.

Once I was bent over the sofa, Dylan lubed up his dick with spit before firmly entering my backside. As was the case earlier, Dylan was in no rush and his variation of pace was awesome. I also got into the action by tugging on my dick as he fucked me. The excitement of the day got to me very shortly and as I was about to unload, Dylan told me to turn and shoot my load over his dick.

Once done, he used my spunk to coat his knob before once more reinserting it into my backside. As he again commenced fucking me, he placed his hands sticky over my mouth and told me to lick them clean.

A while later, Dylan extracted his dick and said, “I want you to lick my pooper again before I seed your arse.”

Dylan had taken to rimming like a duck to water, and in future my mouth would spend a great deal of time suctioned onto his pucker.

As I animatedly licked his ‘pooper’, a funny thought crossed my mind as I wondered how the ladies he picked up at the club would react to his newfound erogenous zone.

Not long afterward, in a flash Dylan once more had me bending over the sofa as he vigorously plowed my backside before cumming.

After yet another drink, Dylan left with his well-earned money.

The following Saturday, Dylan arrived at my place at noon and before long, my mouth was again glued to his backside. After six loads, three in my mouth and three in my arse, Dylan left my place with three hundred bucks in his wallet.

This now became a weekly occurrence and whenever I saw Martha, she apologised for her son. I always assured her that I not only enjoyed his company, but his great sense of humour as well. From then on, most Saturdays when Dylan arrived at my place, he did so with a bottle of booze that I presumed his mother had given him.

I am not sure what she made of the fact that he no longer tried to bum money off her, but truthfully, that was none of my business because my additional monthly expense was well worth it.

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