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So now we knew; good looking women DID come to our chain link fence looking for cock to suck.  My buddy Stan Grankowski (yes, cousin to THE Grankowski) was in a state of high horniness after his encounter which alternated with despair that it may have been a one time thing.  That worked out to my advantage because it gave me access to his very nice dick any time I wanted it.  But much as I pleaded for access to his even nicer ass, that wasn’t going to happen.  

He claimed I had snuck up on him and taken advantage while his attention was diverted to watching that blonde head bobbing on his cock.  “Bullshit Gronk.  My dick has been up a lot of assholes and I can tell when it’s welcome or not.  

Your ass ought to have a ‘welcome’ sign tattooed on it.  Or, being from Texas, a ‘welcome y’all’ sign.”  But he was getting really pissed at me bugging him so I gave it a rest.  It’s not like there weren’t a lot of other welcoming man cunts around.  So we waited.  Then one night his cell phone rang (we were not supposed to have them but….) and it was her.  

She said she would be at the fence in 5 minutes and hung up.  Stan headed for the door and I guess he hoped I didn’t know what was happening but I followed close on his heels.  She had already put her pillow down and as Stan charged, with boner out and in hand, to the fence she knelt down and sucked it right in.  

About the same time his dick was being swallowed, I was slipping his fatigues and his shorts down over his ass and rimming him like crazy.  I could tell he was already nearly there so I stood up and whispered in his ear as I slid my cock in. “I’m baaack Gronk.  And don’t pretend you didn’t welcome me right in.  A good ole Texas  welcome at that.  

Think I didn’t notice you going up on tippy toe to make it easier for me?  You fucking hypocrite!  You’re loving getting serviced on both sides.”  Then I started taking care of business.  His breath was getting raggedy and his small thrusts into her mouth were milking my cock.  

He groaned and pushed tight against the fence as he filled her mouth with jizz.  That caused his sphincter to clench my dick so in about two thrusts I shot hot cum in three hard blasts and then a couple dribbly ones.  I felt some of it ooze out of his ass and down my ball sack and drip on the ground.

She gathered up her pillow and wiped some cum dribble off her chin.  “next time you can invite three or four buddies out.  But no more than that or I turn around and drive away.”

Then she was gone; leaving me with sweet post orgasm happiness and Stan with thoughts of making some bucks.

“I could make a lot of money letting some of these horny bastards in on this.” Stan mused back in the barracks.

“But you can’t charge your brothers in this situation.  It’s not the Marine Code.”

“Oh fuck.  I suppose you’re right”  He sounded vastly disappointed.

So now he had to pick some guys to share his fantasy with.  How would he do that?  And how could I use it to my own advantage?  Nothing against the Marine Code there.

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Sgt. Packer

I was a staunch supporter of our troops in Iraq and early on in the war I picked out ten names from a website and wrote to the guys on a regular basis and sent packages periodically.  It hit me hard when I was notified by a commander that one of the guys I was writing to had been killed in action. But I immediately picked out another name. Sadly, in the first year, I lost four of my buddies. But each time I replaced them with others.  I always extended a standing invitation to each one of them to stop for a visit when they got back to the states if they were in the area.  It was a sincere invitation, although I doubted if any of them would actually take me up on it. What a surprise I got.

One day my wife was at the store; I had just finIshed mowing the grass and was still in just my jeans after showering when I heard a knock at the door. I was taken aback to find a tall, tanned, young, lean looking Marine sergeant standing there, looking studly as hell in his uniform.  He took off his shades and put out his hand.

“Mr. Collins, I’m Sgt. Packer.  I want to first thank you for your support.  Then you said to drop by if I was in the area,” he said with a thin smile.

“Yes! Damn right! Come in, sergeant,” I said excitedly as I swung the door open for him.  A pair of strong legs and spit-polished combat boots carried him inside where I waved him to a chair. “Can I get you a beer?” I offered.

“A beer would be great if it’s not too much trouble,” he said. 

“No trouble,” I assured him. I got two beers out of the fridge and handed him one. 

He took a long drink, seeming to savor every drop.

“Damn, that tastes good,” he said. “Cold beer is hard to come by where I’ve been.” 

“Yeah, I read that booze and women were pretty much a scarcity over there,” I said.

“Non-existent is more like it,” he said. “That’s the first cold beer I’ve had in a year.”

“I notice you’re not saying the same about women,” I said.

“I took care of that last night,” he said with a sly grin. “First time in a year,” he added, shaking his head. 

“Poor girl,” I joked.

“Yeah, well, I’ve still got a lot of catching up to do,” he said.

“I can’t imagine it,” I said. “How the hell did you live with it?  Or without it, I should say.”

He laughed. “There’s not a red-blooded, honest man over there who won’t admit he took care of it by hand.”

“Hey, a guy does what he has to do,” I said.

As we talked, I hung onto the red-blooded part of his remark.  If ever there was a red-blooded American male, this guy was it.  By the way he filled up the doorway when he came in; he was over six feet tall and probably weighed well over two hundred pounds. A very lean and solid two hundred pounds, you could tell just from the way he moved and the way he filled out his uniform. His shoulders were wide and heavily muscled, his chest broad and thick, his chest bulging against his shirt, and his arms filled out the sleeves. Sitting down, his thighs flattened out thick and powerful in his pants, and his legs spread apart to make room for the hefty bulge in his crotch. 

I saw my wife pull up out front.  Sgt. Packer saw her too, although I don’t think he knew she was my wife, the way she parked out away from the garage, and I didn’t say anything.  I noticed he was having a hard time taking his eyes off of her, especially when she bent over to get the groceries out of the trunk. I looked, too. Lisa was all woman; shapely, firm-bodied, just about too gorgeous for her own good. Today she had on a white blouse that was tied around her waist, revealing her flat midsection, and pair of short, pink shorts that pulled up even shorter when she was bent over the trunk. Hell, I couldn’t keep from looking.

“You’ve got nice neighbors,” Sgt. Pack said.

I laughed.  “Yeah, I agree,” I said.

I heard him swallow.  Obviously, last night hadn’t taken care of everything for him; he did have a lot of catching up to do.

“Whew!” he whistled. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen anything like that.”

“Yeah, I guess I am spoiled,” I said, laughing. He looked at me.

“Oh, hell!  Is that… I’m sorry sir, if that’s……”

“It is, and there’s nothing to apologize for,” I said. “She would appreciate that you noticed.  And so do I.”

“How could I not notice?  But I really am sorry; I must’ve come across like a sex-starved bull.”

“It showed in your voice,” I said, laughing. 

He set his beer down and stood up.  “Least I can do is go help her with the groceries, if that’s all right,” he said.

“She would appreciate it,” I said. I was a little bit ashamed that I hadn’t made the first move but I was too wrapped up in him. I wasn’t sure if he was offering to be helpful and maybe make up for his little blunder of if he just wanted to get close to her. I followed him out to the car and we were both standing there when Lisa rose up out of the trunk with two bags of groceries.

“I’ll take those, Ma’am,” the sergeant said as he reached for the bags.

“Oh. Well… thank you,” she said, looking around at me with a bewildered look.

“This is Sgt. Packer; he’s just back from Iraq.”

“Oh, yes, you’re one of the Marines my husband has been corresponding with!” she said excitedly.

“Yes, Ma’am, and he’ll never know how much we appreciate the support from back home.”

“I’m so glad you found the time to visit us,” she said, still beaming with delight.

Inside, Packer seemed to want to hang around the kitchen so I helped Lisa put away the groceries. Finally, she turned it over to me

“I’m going to let you finish this, Hon, while I go take a shower,” she said.  “It is so hot out there.”

So Sgt. Packer hung around in the kitchen with me while I finished putting away the groceries.

“You have a very beautiful wife,” he said as we were going back into the living room.  “But you already know that.”

“Yes, I’m one lucky guy,” I agreed.

“I apologize again for making an ass of myself,” he said.

“You didn’t make an ass of yourself. Hell, I have a hard time keeping my eyes off of her myself, and I should be used to it.”

“I don’t know how you could ever get used to it,” he said. 

“Anyway, it was just a case of testosterone in overdrive,” I joked.

“You can say that again,” he said, laughing.

Just then Lisa called out, “Jim, would you bring me a towel, please.”

I walked half way down the hallway to the linen closet and got two bath towels.  I closed the closet door and had my hand out for the bedroom door but then stopped when an idea suddenly hit me. Instead, I walked back into the living room, not believing what I was about to do.  

“Do you want to take these in to her?” I asked the sergeant.

He looked at me; a totally blank stare at first, then a slight scowl of disbelief. Then a thin smile came across his handsome face when he realized I meant it. 

“Well, I wasn’t expecting this,” he said as he set his beer down. “Are you sure?”

“No, not really. This is entirely out of the blue, spur of the moment,” I said. 

“Then maybe I shouldn’t… I mean, a strange guy walking into her bedroom… is she going to be okay with that?”

I laughed softly. “I guess you’ll find out.  But my wife is a very sexual woman, I don’t think she’ll kick you out,” I said, handing him the towels. “Straight down the hall, through the bedroom.”

He took the towels and headed down the hall while I stood there holding my breath.

 

The idea wasn’t totally out of the blue; the subject had come up two or three times between us in a joking manner. I initiated it one time when Lisa was ogling the young lifeguard at the beach when we were on vacation. I suggested that maybe I could arrange something for her with him. Lisa was a sucker for well-built, athletic men; she had married one. Then we were tussling in bed one time after that, when I had gotten a little too rambunctious and shot off quicker than I’d expected.  Not that she was upset or disappointed; it’d been only forty-five minutes instead of the hour or two I usually devoted to making love to her. I jokingly told her about a young kid who had come to work for me and maybe she would like for me to bring him home to be on hand to finish the job next time. We laughed about it.  Then one day she came to pick me up from work and saw the kid when he came out the door with me.

“Is that the kid you were talking about?” she asked eyeing him walking across the parking lot.      

“Yeah, that’s Johnnie,” I said. I was surprised she’d brought it up. “Should I stop him?” I asked, laughing, as we watched him pull his shirt off and toss it in his truck. Again, we laughed about it, but as I watched her watching him, it struck me that perhaps there might be a spark of interest in bringing another guy into our life.  I know I’d thought about it more than once, although not seriously, what it would be like to bring in another woman, but I never suggested it, or even gave a hint. I had to admit, the idea of another guy intrigued me just as much. That night while I was helping her fix supper, I brought it up again.

“Say, Hon, that kid at work……”

She looked around at me. “Johnnie?”

“Yeah, Johnnie. I invited him home for dinner….” I glanced up at the clock, “He should be here any minute.”

“Oh My Godd!” she gasped, throwing up her hands.  “You should’ve told me!”

She started pounding me in the chest, trying to be mad, till she started laughing too.

Seeing the totally shocked look, I quickly took her in my arms, laughing.  “Just kidding, Honey.”

 “How could you do that to me,” she said. 

“Hey, you looked flushed there for a minute,” I chided her. Then I turned serious. Look, I know we’ve joked around about it a couple of times, but if you’re not… joking… I mean, if deep down, you would like to try it… well, I wouldn’t be opposed to inviting another man in on our wonderful love life.”

“Brian….,” she said, dryly, laughing.

“Hey, just thought I would ask,” I said. “I want to see you happy.”

“You make me happier than any woman deserves,” she said.

“Yeah, but you could double your pleasure with somebody like him,” I said. “And besides….sometimes I could use the help.  There are times when you’re about too much woman for one man,” I added jokingly.

“Yeah, right. Like any woman would be too much for you,” she scoffed.

So we left it at that again, but the fact that she never once expressed any strong opposition to the idea stuck with me. 

“Oh!…dear!” I heard her exclaim as she obviously discovered the stranger in her bedroom.  Then I didn’t hear anything else. No scream, no running out of the bedroom, outraged–just nothing–and I smiled to myself.

For the next half hour I heard a few muffled grunts and groans. Finally, unable to contain myself, I got up and walked down the hallway to the bedroom. I wanted to be closer. I wanted to be in the bed with them, but that was out of the question. I stood at the door for a few minutes, listening to the moans of pleasure, then my hand was on the door handle.  Very carefully, I pressed the handle down and pushed the door open a tiny crack.  Peering in, I could see him, naked, his back to me, and Lisa’s face obstructed from view so I opened the door a bit more.  Actually, Lisa was pretty much completely obstructed except for her tanned, shapely legs crooked in the Marine’s arms and her arms around his broad shoulders. I gulped, watching the man’s naked body covering my wife, his hard butt flexing as he was thrusting at her. His rippling muscles gleamed in the soft light, his tight, round butt muscles clenching hard with each thrust of his big cock.  Lisa clawed at his back and shoulders and ran her hands down to his waist to pull him in, then back up to explore the strength of his massive arms. I couldn’t tell how big he was, except that he was using long strokes.

“Am I still doing okay?” the sergeant asked her.

“Oh, Godd….Godd, you are doing wonderful, sergeant.” she moaned.

I thought it odd that he would ask after a half hour, but it had been so long, perhaps he needed reassurance. He wouldn’t when he was finished with Lisa. I watched only for a few minutes before I pulled the door closed and left them to it.  I didn’t want to intrude, or embarrass Lisa by walking in on them. But the vision of the big, muscular Marine was emblazoned in my mind. I went back to the living room and turned on the television.

It was nearly a half hour more before Sgt. Packer came out.  He was fully dressed and looking sharp as before. He seemed uneasy. Not embarrassed, but unsure what to do or say.

“Whew!” he said, finally, shaking his head.

“Everything okay?” I asked, to put him at ease. “You could probably use another beer.”

“Oh, thanks!” he said, with great relief in his voice.  “But I… I mean, that Is, if you think I should stay.”

“Of course you should stay,” I said as I went to the kitchen to get us both a beer.

“Look, I don’t know what just happened, but I never had anything like this happen to me before.”

I laughed.  “Well, I got a pretty good idea what was happening, from the noise down the hall,” I said.

“Oh, no! I didn’t… Oh, man, I hope I didn’t cause her or you any embarrassment.” 

“Making love to my wife with my permission, and obviously hers, is not something you should be embarrassed about,” I said. “And for the record, this is a first for us, to,” I added.

He took several swallows of beer.  “I said you have a very beautiful wife.  I had no idea, till I saw her,” he said.

I heard the shower turn off.  “Excuse me,” I said, and went back to the bedroom. Lisa was stepping out of the shower and I handed her a towel.

“Do you need another dry towel?” I asked with a thin smile.

“Yes. Thank you.”  She was trying not to smile and she couldn’t look at me.  I stepped up to her and took the towel myself. 

“It’s okay to smile about it,” I told her.

“Oh, Brian, I can’t believe what I just did.”

“Well, from the looks of the glow on your face and the deep satisfaction in your eyes, I would say you were just made love to by a sex starved man who knew what he was doing,” I said.

“Brian, I am so… happy!” she exclaimed suddenly. “I don’t mean to say that you haven’t always satisfied me, or that he was better, but…….”

“He was different,” I finished for her.

“Yes. Godd, it was wonderful. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”

“Mind? I’m the one who sent him in to you with the towels, and I would be disappointed if he didn’t make you happy,” I said.

I left her to finish dressing and went back out to the living room, where Sgt. Packer was sitting, gazing out the window.

“What a welcome home,” he said rather absently, then turned around. “I had no idea this was awaiting me when you said to drop by for a visit when I got back to the states.”

“Well, we had no idea either,” I said.  “It was spur of the moment.”

Just then Lisa came in, looking fresh as a daisy in pink shorts and a light blue blouse. Her face was still flushed and she had a shy, embarrassed twinkle in her eyes. Sgt. Packer stood up when she came in and sat beside me on the couch. They looked at each other rather nervously and I asked her if she wanted a beer.

“I’ll get it,” Packer said quickly. He brought the beer and stood squarely in front of her to hand it to her, almost as if he were displaying himself.

“Thank you,” she said.

“No, thank you,” he said. He walked over and sat in the recliner.

I held up my beer for a toast. “Welcome home,” I said.

“What a welcome home,” he said.

I guided the conversation to other things and the tension eased.  Before long we were laughing and talking like three old friends and the afternoon wore on into the evening.

“When is the last time you had a steak, Sergeant?” I asked him.

“About ten months ago, the one and only steak I’ve had since I left the states,” he replied.

As if on cue, Lisa got up to fix dinner.

“Listen, if you were thinking of… I couldn’t impose,” Sgt. Packer said.

“I’ll hear no more about it, you’re staying for dinner” Lisa cut him off. “You must be starving.”

“Well, I guess I shouldn’t argue with her,” he said rather sheepishly.

“Yes, I learned that a long time ago,” I said. “Can you stay the night?” I asked in a quieter tone.

“I don’t… well, I… I hadn’t planned to, but…..”  His voice was a little shaky with the prospect of what I might be suggesting.

“Do you have the time?” I asked.

“Yes, I’m not on any schedule, except to see my parents before I report for duty. If you have a place for me to sleep…..”

I chuckled.  “You know your way to the bedroom,” I said.

He looked surprised.  “Oh. You mean I… to stay the night… are you sure it would be all right?” he asked, nodding toward the kitchen.

“I’m sure, but I will check,” I said.  I got up and went into the kitchen. I came up behind Lisa and put both arms around her and hugged her tight.

“What?” she asked, in a suspicious tone.

“What do you say we ask Sgt. Packer to stay the night?”

“You’ve already asked him, haven’t you?” she said.

“Yes.”

“What did he say?”

“He wanted to make sure it’s okay with you,” I said.

“Where will he sleep?” she asked.

“We have a guest room,” I reminded her.

“Where will he sleep?” she asked again.

“I was thinking I might take the guest room,” I said.

She turned in my arms.  “Are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have sent him in with the towels,” I said. I was half hoping that she would suggest that I join them but when she didn’t, I didn’t press it.

So Sgt. Packer spent the night in my bed with my wife while I slept in the guest room.  From the sounds, I was sure he was remembering all the moves and had caught up on his love making; and if anybody could do that for him, Lisa could.

The next morning I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Lisa came out. She looked rather disheveled but happy and content. She came up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“You are the most wonderful man in the world.”

“Well, perhaps the second most wonderful man in the world; I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with such a contented look,” I chided her.

“Contended? Or exhausted?” she asked, laughing.

“Took you a while to wear him down, huh?” I joked

“Oh, he’s still not wore down,” she said.

“Well, then maybe you need to go back and finish the job,” I said. “Is he awake?” I asked, looking at my watch.

“He was waking up, said he was going to shower,” she said. “But I think he is a little uneasy about coming out and facing the man whose wife he spent the night with.”

“I’ll go get him,” I said. I entered the bedroom just as the shower curtain was being drawn back and there he was, standing before me, naked and dripping wet.  He nearly took my breath away. He quickly held the towel up in front of himself.  I was surprised, since he was so used to being naked around other men, and after all, he had just spent the night with my wife.  But maybe that was the reason for his uneasiness, exposing his body and the cock that had satisfied my wife.  Judging from what I’d caught a glimpse of, he was well equipped to make her happy.

“Breakfast is about ready,” I said.

“All right.”

“You don’t have to get dressed,” I said.

“Oh…, well, okay, I’ll skip the tie,” he said.

“No, you can skip everything if you want to.”  Then I nodded toward the towel he was still holding in front of him.  “There’s no reason why you have to be so modest, I’m sure you’ve been naked around a lot of men.”

“Yes, I guess it does appear rather foolish but I never slept with all of those other men’s wives,” he said and began drying himself.

I took the opportunity to look at what my wife had enjoyed all night long. He was well built–and as a Marine he would be–but he was also very well-hung. Long and meaty with thick veins that promised a lot of potential when they filled up. I wondered how long he got when he was hard. But I didn’t linger. I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea; I wasn’t sure myself yet.      

I was a little disappointed when Packer came to the kitchen in his trousers and T-shirt.  I had hoped for and half expected him to come out in his shorts, if not naked. We ate and talked about everything but the night before, till Lisa broke that silence.

“Did you sleep good, Honey?” she asked me, patting my arm.

“I’ll bet I got more sleep than you did,” I joked. It embarrassed Sgt. Packer to the point that he felt he had to say something.

“Look, I don’t know how to say this,” he began, as he lifted his eyes from his plate. “But this has been the most incredible thing that’s ever happened to me. I know it has to sound dumb as hell, but I can’t thank you enough for such a… well, a wonderful and unusual welcome home.”

“No more than you deserve,” Lisa said.

“Oh, it was a lot more than I deserve,” he declared. “Even if I never see you again, I’ll never forget you… either of you.”

“Well, you know where we live,” I said.

“Will you be going back over there?” Lisa asked.

“Yes. I have thirty days, then I’ll be heading back.”

“Well, the same welcome will be awaiting you when you come back again if you’re in our neighborhood,” Lisa said.

We told Packer goodbye as the cab waited.  We wanted to drive him back to the station but he insisted on calling a cab. He kissed Lisa goodbye, right on the mouth, and I wondered what the neighbors would think if they saw it. I shook hands with him and saw the look of deep gratitude in his eyes.  I hated to see him go as much as Lisa.      

We both stepped out as he was walking to the cab.

“Sergeant!” Lisa called out.  He stopped and looked around.  “Can I ask how old you are?”

“Twenty-one next month,” he replied with a quizzical look.  He paused till she didn’t say anything else then he got in the cab.   

Lisa gave me a squeeze around my waist as we were going back in the house.  “I can’t believe you did that… sent a perfectly strange man into my bedroom. And one young enough to be our son.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t send him out, you little trollop,” I chided her. “And he wasn’t just any strange man. He was a U.S. Marine.”

“I’m so glad he stopped by,” she said.

“Yeah, I’ll bet you are,” I said, laughing. “Listen, you should know, Honey, all the guys I write to, I’ve invited them to visit,” I said.

“I think that’s a wonderfully patriotic thing to do,” she said, laughing. 

“I wasn’t sure about all of this.  It’s come up a few times between us, in a joking manner, about Johnnie, but I didn’t know if you might be serious.”

“I wasn’t,” she said.      

“But it’s okay, now?”

“Yes, if you’re okay with it,” she said.

“I wouldn’t have sent him back there if I wasn’t okay with it,” I said.  “I was scared shitless, though, of what you might do.”

“I was scared of what you might think of me,” she said. “But then I thought, you must have told him to come back to the bedroom.”

“I’m glad you’re all right with it,” I said.

“I’m glad you are,” she said.        

“Look, honey, there’s something I wanta ask you… I mean, its ego, I suppose, but…..”

“Well, ask,” she said.

“Well, I sneaked back and peeked in, and I couldn’t help noticing that he was very well built, and using awfully long strokes.”

She laughed. “You are such a pervert,” she said, laughing.

“Are you going to tell me?” I asked.

“He was bigger,” she said.

“How much?”

“I thought a lot when he first went in, but then not all that much. Don’t worry; he didn’t ruin me for you.”

I was greatly relieved that Lisa’s experience with the Marine did not diminish our relationship one bit.  If anything, she was even more passionate in bed, as if the Marine’s big cock had served as an aphrodisiac, or stirred up a new passion inside her that I had not managed to do. It was not the last visit we had from a returning hero; nor was he to be the last Marine to visit. And Lisa did her patriotic duty with every one of them.

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At 19 years old, I was a quiet and studious lad.  I attended a state university that was relatively cheap, but I was very aware that my parents were paying for my tuition and a room in a boarding house near the campus and put tremendous pressure on myself to work hard and succeed.

My father was against me getting a part time job because he wanted me to concentrate on my studies.  I threw myself into it and took an overload of classes each semester and summer in order to finish early.  I was not into the party scene and most of my evenings and weekends were spent studying.  Needless to say, I neglected my social life and sex was limited to jacking off to porn in my bedroom.

At that time I was 6’, 170 lbs, masculine and reasonably attractive.  I had had a number of girlfriends in high school, but was still very sexually inexperienced. I was always a little confused about my sexuality as I felt attracted to both women and men, and I couldn’t wrap my head around it.  One Saturday I had an experience that enlightened me that I was definitely bisexual.

On Saturday mornings, I would go to the library at 9 am to study and I had a  specific table in a glass corner on the ground level where I could see out over the campus.  Every Saturday morning, the state highway patrol held classes on campus for the patrolmen and right at 9:30 am, they would start walking past my window either alone or in groups.  They wore their uniform and many of them were really hot!  I couldn’t concentrate on my studies between 9:30-10:00 and I usually went to the bathroom and rubbed one out at 10 am when they had all disappeared.

One Saturday morning, I arrived at the library earlier than usual.  In the small reading area near the door, one of the patrolmen was sitting and reading a newspaper.  He was a real beefy stud in his early 40’s, 6’, 4” and 210 lbs, clean shaven and sporting a flat-top haircut with just a little gray starting to show around his ears and a thick gold wedding band.  I sat down across from him and pretended to read a newspaper while discreetly ogling him.  His dark gray pants couldn’t conceal his ample package and his broad shoulders and chest filled the light gray uniform shirt. My cock stiffened and my body ached with desire for this man.  

After about 10 minutes, he folded the newspaper, picked up his hat and started down to the basement where there was a small bathroom.  Just watching him walk was a thrill, his broad shoulders that tapered down to a firm, muscular ass in those dark gray pants and black leather shoes.  I am not normally a take-action guy, but my hormones took over and after a couple of minutes, I went down to the toilet.

When I walked into the small toilet, he was standing with his large, cut dick sticking out and delivering a heavy stream of dark piss into the urinal and I could smell the scent of his musky piss filled with pheromones and testosterone.  I was mesmerized, I couldn’t move, I just stood there looking at his big dick and stream of piss.  He looked over at me and his gray eyes bored straight through me, but he didn’t say a word.  I still couldn’t move, but I could feel my hard cock and hear myself panting.

His stream slowly died down and he began to stroke that big piece of man meat.  He turned to face me and he shook it slowly and gave me a nod. Fuck! Was I dreaming?  He moved over into a stall with the door open and continued to stroke that 10 pounder and look directly at me.

My reflexes finally kicked in and I followed him, got down on my knees and licked and kissed the head.  I took it into my mouth and slowly started to go down on it.  It responded and swelled to a full erection in my mouth.  I was having trouble handling it so he held my head and guided it down into my throat.  I was in heaven, the feeling of having my mouth and throat filled with this magnificent cock was overwhelming. I had never imagined that sucking a man’s dick would be such a turn on. I went into overdrive and started sucking and bobbing up and down on that fucker like a mad man.

He opened his belt and pants to give me access to the full length of his cock and balls.  He had a nice, thick bush and he had clearly been in the shower that morning as he smelled freshly washed with masculine soap and I inhaled deeply.  I licked his big balls, taking each of them into my mouth and licked the back of his ball sac.  I freed my rock hard cock and started stroking.  I didn’t know how long I could continue this without blowing my load.

He leaned down and started rubbing my crack, parting my cheeks and fingering my hole.  I became anxious because I had never been fucked and was unsure if I was ready for this.  He gently rubbed my hole and I started to feel another level of desire and started moving my ass up and down on his finger.  He slowly inserted the tip of his middle finger and he could probably  tell I was a virgin.

He leaned me over the toilet and gently started licking my hole.  Fuck! A shock wave of pleasure went through my body. I whispered to him that I was a virgin and he asked me if I wanted him to be the first. I whispered back, “yes” and he answered “sweet”.  He took a condom out of his pocket  and put it at the tip of his steel rod, I rolled it down on his cock with my lips and teeth.  He took out a tube of lube and greased my hole and his cock and I leaned over the toilet.

He inserted his cock into me gently and the pain began.  Fuck! It hurt! My cock went immediately limp.  He was struggling to gain penetration and he told me to relax, which seemed to be an impossible task.  He leaned over and started to gently nuzzle, lick and kiss my neck and this diversion helped me to relax until he was through my ring.  He slowly started an in-out movement that was still quite painful.  He continued to massage my neck and moved down to rub and tweak my nipples and that is when I was able to relax.  His rhythm increased and the pleasure of being fucked by this 10 pounder kicked in.  My cock sprang up again and I could feel my body heat up and I started panting.  Yes!  “Fuck me”, I whispered and he started to fuck me with long deep strokes. I was totally in heaven, the sensation of that rock hard cock in my ass was driving me wild.  

He continued the deep long strokes and my back began to naturally arch to meet the inward thrusts.  I started to experience another wave of pleasure as he was hitting my prostate (which I had no concept of at that time).  I stroked my dick and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. I whispered “I’m cumming” and he increased the rhythm to match my stroking and I blasted 8 ropes of cum onto the wall and toilet.  He continued fucking me for a few minutes, but I can’t remember anything as I was lost in my own orgasm.  He ended up blowing a huge load into the condom.  I only remember that while he was pulling his cock out, I felt another wave of pleasure.He turned me around, gave me a full tongue kiss and I melted into his arms.

 I was spent so I sat on the toilet and watched him get dressed.  As he was leaving he said “same time next week, sport?”  I enthusiastically nodded “yes”.  After he left, I sat on the toilet and reflected on this! Fuck! How hot was that?”  I got hard again and rubbed one out before going up to study.  

Sitting in the library that day, I could still feel where his 10 pounder had ravaged my hole and ended up jacking off 4 more times before going home….

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The Friday afternoon after my first week of classes had me struggling to remain focused on my work.  My diligence up to that point left me with only a few chapters of reading to do over the weekend, and I was almost finished working the math problems for today’s homework.

My distraction was sitting on my roommate’s desk.  His laptop was open to a loop of photos running with IrfanView.  Hunky men, some with clothes, many without, were interspersed with men doing other men.  My dick was hard, and I had to keep adjusting it.  I fought the urge to jack off and to finish my problems first.

I also wondered why Bruce would leave that running on his machine.  He had been friendly enough during the week and a half that we had roomed together, but the subject of sex had not come up, let alone the subject of sexual orientation.  Bruce had a great body, nice and fit, slightly athletic,  a little bit of peach fuzz on his chest.  I’d even caught a glimpse of his penis.  It was a nice size, not too big, but certainly not too small.  His face was ordinary, average, I’d say.  He wasn’t cute or handsome.  His smile was OK; he hadn’t worn braces and his teeth weren’t straight; although, they were clean and bright white.  He didn’t have any piercings or tattoos.  So, if I had to give him a grade, I’d give A- on the body, C+ on his face, definitely A+ on his friendliness, and a solid B on personality.  I wasn’t drawn to men’s asses, but I found Bruce’s to be an A+.

Almost finished with the last problem, and Bruce came in.  He clicked the door locked behind him and came over and sat on my bed.  He unzipped his backpack and pulled a brown bag from the top.  He was staring at me; at first, it made me uncomfortable, and then it started to make me hard.

“I left that running on purpose.”  He nodded toward the laptop.  “I was hoping it would turn you on.”

“It did,” I replied.

“I know I’m not much to look at,” he looked down toward the floor as he said it.

“Don’t say that,” I told him.

“Every night since the first day we met, I wanted you to come over to my bed and fuck me.”

Those words made my dick harder than it had ever been.

Bruce pulled off his shirt; I pushed my notebook off the bed.  I leaned in and kissed one of his nipples.  

“Oh, fuck yeah,” was his response.  He pulled his cargo pants and underwear off in one motion as he kicked off his shoes.  He was seated in front of me only wearing socks.  “Let me lie flat on my front so you can fuck me without having to look at me.”

“No.  I want to look at you.  I want to see your face.”  I grabbed the sides of his head and pulled it toward me.  I kissed him and pushed my tongue into his mouth.  I ran the tip of my tongue across his lower teeth.  Their unevenness excited me.  I could tell I was oozing precum.

Bruce grabbed my shirt and pulled it off as I unbuttoned my shorts.  He stood next to the bed and pulled them off.  I pushed down my underwear, and he grabbed them and pulled them off, too.

My throbbing dick pointed straight with precum dripping from the edge of the head.  Bruce swallowed the head in his mouth and circled it with his tongue.  I felt dizzy; I had wanted to have my dick sucked, but this was my first time.  Bruce got back on the bed and more of my cock went into his mouth.

He pulled back.  “That tastes so good.”  He reached for the brown bag as he said it.  I ran my hands over his abs as he pulled out condoms and lube.  I took a condom and placed it on my cock.  Bruce rolled onto his back and spread his legs which gave me my first full look at his hole.  It had the appearance of a tiny slit.

With lube on his fingers, Bruce ran his fingers over the slit.  “Tom, I want you to take my cherry ass, fuck my pussy.”

I’d never heard anyone refer to his hole as a pussy, and it turned me on.  I wanted to fuck him.  I got on my knees and pushed my cock head against his hole.

“Shit, your cock is big.”

I continued to push my cock down with my hand as I leaned into him.  “Fuck, Bruce, this hole is..”  At that moment the head slipped in.  Bruce made a screeching noise.  He began to take in big gulps of air.

“Come on, Tom.  Push it in.  Give it to me.”

I pushed more as I leaned into him.  His grip on my cock was painful, and then I was in as far as I could go.

Bruce had grabbed the bed cover and had two tight fists.  His teeth were clenched, and his eyes had rolled back in his head..  I moved my arms behind his knees and lowered my head to kiss him.  His body was too tense.  I could reach his lips, but I was able to lick his chin with my tongue.

He released the tension on his jaw and looked at me.  “Yes.  Fuck me.  Fuck me hard.”

I began to piston in and out of that tight manpussy.  With a free hand, Bruce pulled my head toward his, and we kissed with all the passion of virgin lovers on a wedding night.  Between kisses, we locked eyes.  Each time I looked into his eyes, Bruce begged me to keep fucking him.

The tightness of his cherry ass kept begging me to come.  I held back as long as I could, but finally, I bang into him with a force I didn’t believe possible and shot my load.

Bruce threw his head back.  “Fuck, bro.  I can feel you filling me.”

I finally ran out of juice both literally and figuratively.  I collapsed on him and kissed his jaw.  I reached down to hold the condom as I slipped out of him.

We lay together silent and sweaty.  I ran my finger over his right nipple as our breathing slowed.  

Bruce finally broke the silence.  “Let’s get tested so we can do this raw, and I can feel your seed fill me.”

I smiled.  “How many rubbers do we have?”

“I bought twelve,” he replied.

“That’s six each.  Are you up to fucking me?”

“Yeah?” Bruce was questioning me.

“Of course,” I told him.  “And I want to see your face as you take my cherry hole.”

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“Capes,” I say in a frustrated tone that makes it obvious I’m not a fan.

“What? What about it?” he asks as he kneels to the floor like it’s second nature.

“They get in the fucking way!” I snapped angerly.

“Sorry, man. I like it. Makes me look like a stud,” he said as he puffed out his chest.

“Makes you look like a moron,” I say as I kneel to the floor behind him.

As he lay on his stomach, I take the hem of his cape and drape it off to his right side letting is gather together on the floor. There’s that beautiful butt. A nice high, tight, round ass. It was almost too big but then I don’t think an ass can ever be too big. When he stands sideways it protrudes from his lower back like a shelf. It dimples on both sides and is rock solid. It’s his best attribute.

I gaze up his body from his boots to his head. It’s a very muscular body. An Adonis. I smile to myself as I take the minute to relish in the beautiful masculinity of his physique. His dark gray cape draped to the side has left his gray spandex clad ass vulnerable. It’s hard to believe six-months ago he was just a normal guy, attractive but no where near what he is now. He had a nice body, toned and muscular but now, his body was bigger, ripped, rock hard. He was a foot taller and probably a good thirty to forty pounds heavier with dense muscle. He didn’t look like a roided out bodybuilder, he wasn’t unproportionate. Everything grew the way it was supposed to. His body was a masterpiece.

He lays on his stomach, his sculpted body incased in light gray spandex suit from head to toe. It’s second-skin tight and molds to every muscle and curve of his perfect body. The suit is slick and shiny, accentuating his definition, it has black piping giving him sleek lines. The piping outlines his pecs, shoulders and arms. It’s a very masculine almost militaristic design. His dark gray boots are knee high, also tight, molding to his calves. The heel, thick like a combat boot. I follow from his ass over his tiny waist to the arch of his lower back up and over his wide mountainous back muscles to a thick trapezius with bulbous shoulders. His arms splayed out in front of his body mimicking the way he flies through the sky. His triceps stretch the material of his uniform. His head is positioned on his right cheek exposing his handsome profile, chiseled jaw, eyes closed. I ran my fingers through his thick, wavy black hair as I lower myself on top of him.

“Mmmm…fuck yeah,” I moan in his ear as I hump my cock in the cleft of his hard ass.

“Can we just get this over with?” he asks quietly, muffled by the carpet.

“Ah, come on. You know how much I look forward to our monthly visits,” I teased him.

“Yeah, trust me, I know. Let’s do this so I can get back out there. I have a midterm tomorrow,” he said in frustration. He hates these monthly injections. But if he wants to keep his powers, it has to be done.

“Alright, alright, calm down, hero. Not to worry. I’ve been hard since you flew in the window.”

I sat up, my knees straddling his lean hamstrings. I float my hands over the slick material covering his ass. I squeezed and marveled at the hardness of the muscle. He flexed his ass when I touched it. For someone who didn’t like to be touched sexually, his body betrayed him. But then that was a side effect of his powers. I leaned down and put my face into the cleft between each ass cheek. I licked the spandex in the spot that covered his smooth fuck hole. He wiggled again. I KNOW he likes that. He would never admit it but the times I rim that hole, he wiggles, rocks that ass back and forth. Sometimes he moans. He hates it but loves it at the same time. It’s not common for a straight guy to get off on having his asshole played with let alone fucked raw.

I sit back up and slide my hands between his legs and under his balls where I find a tiny tab. I gently pull the tab and the hidden zipper opens wider with every pull. As the zipper is pulled up over his ass, it reaches his lower back, the material gives way and splits off to the sides exposing the smooth, hard mounds of his muscular ass.

When the cool air touches the smooth skin, he humps the floor a few times. I know his dick is hard. We always do this with him prone. He doesn’t want me to see that it turns him on. Don’t get me wrong, he hates this but at the same time, craves it. Like I said, it’s the cost of having superpowers.

I unzip the hidden fly of my tight spandex uniform. The zipper sound is loud in the quiet room, and he humps again. He knows what the sound means. It’s getting closer to that time. I heave my cock out through the opening and hold it straight out with one hand as I lean forward. I find the hole, press my cock to the entrance and push. His hole is tight like a vice. I spit on his hole and try again. I would use lube, but he likes it dry. It’s not like it hurts him. He’s fucking invulnerable. My cock slides in on the third time making a snapping sound as it works his way into his ass. Every time after we fuck, his body heals and his hole returns to virgin. It’s like fucking him for the first time, every time.

I bottom out and he moans quietly into the carpet. I pull back until the tip is almost out and I slam it back in. He hands become fists and they grab the carpet. His gleaming white teeth clench as I begin an onslaught of epic proportions. I lie down on top of him, push my hands under his armpits and latch on to his shoulders. I raise my ass and continue to slam down with all my weight. Any normal guy would not be able to take this kind of punishment. It would ruin him. But fucking him, I can feel free to use my powers and go as hard and as fast as I want. And I do.

He flexes his ass tight, gripping my cock tighter. The spandex on our bodies helps me glide back and forth, up and down his body letting me get extra momentum as I pulverize his perfect superhero ass.

He’s moaning and grunting with each thrust.

He grunts and groans with each jolt and “fuck” is all he can say. It’s like a symphony to my ears. Fuck, how I love to hear that deep gruff voice grunt when I bone him. If only the world could see the man they worship, flying the skies, fighting crime; getting royally fucked in the ass like a whore.

“Fuck, yeah, hero. Fuck yeah!” I hiss into his ear. “Love fucking your fat hero ass. Fuck!”

His grunts occasionally go up an octave when I hit the sweet spot. He shivers and like a bolt of energy he begins to beg for a harder fuck.

“Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder…Harder…HARDER!” He repeats over and over. He reaches back and grabs my own spandex clad ass and pulls me in.

“Arch your back, hero.” I command. He doesn’t. “I said, arch your fucking back!” I growl.

I feel his ass rise off the floor as he arches his back. I gain more access and dive deeper.

His breathing quickens. His skin flushes. He opens his eyes and they glow an iridescent blue. He’s in the zone. He won’t respond to commands now. He is in a state of complete and udder bliss.

“Feel that? Huh? It’s almost here. I’m going to cum in your straight, arrogant, conceited, ungrateful, muscled up fuck hole,” I whispered into his ear. That was going to piss him off something awful and I fucking loved it when he was pissed off.

Then it happens. I can feel his body become weightless. We levitate off the floor. His body knows I’m getting close. He’s warm, growing hot. His body begins to tremble. We levitate a few more feet. His ass clenches tight and I feel his hole juice up. His ass can actually cum. The slippery hole allows me to go faster and faster until my balls tighten, my body stiffens and with a giant groan, I unload a huge volley of my powered seed into his super ass. I can’t stop. It keeps coming and coming, volley after volley. I feel like I’m about to cramp up. A web of white electricity spin around us. It tingles and hums around our bodies. Our bodies tense, each muscle flexing, Finally, it’s over and I relax down on top of him and we slowly float down to the floor. I lie on him for a few more minutes, catching my breath. I feel his muscles growing against my body. I little more definition, a little more mass. His ass a little plumper.

I roll off him onto the floor. His eyes stop glowing. They shut and then he blinks them open. He lifts he head off the floor and shakes it side to side quickly.

“Damn,” he says.

“Yeah, damn.” I reply.

He floats up and he hovers in the air before me, his boots a foot off the ground. He looks refreshed, rested and even a little bit bigger. His muscles have pumped, and they will stay that way for another month. He stretches his limbs and twists his body at the waist. Good as new.

“Damn,” he repeats again as he feels himself up, running his hands over his chest and abs. He looks down at me. “Thanks,” he says reluctantly before his eyes dart away again. He’s never been able to look me in the eye after our power up sessions.

“My pleasure, as always,” I say with a groggy smile. “You know if you like that so much, you don’t have to wait every thirty days,” I wink.

He rolls his eyes. “Sorry, man. Once a month is fine.”

I levitate up to meet him eye to eye.

“Come on, Josh. I know it’s not easy for you. To wait that long. Especially, the last few days. You don’t have to wait, Josh. When you get that itch in your hole, just come find me,” I tell him seriously.

He crosses his arms over his plate-like chest. He scowls and his lips tighten, his square jaw clenches.

“No, it’s not fucking easy,” he finally says. “You think I don’t crave your cock in my hole every fucking day? You think I don’t do fly-bys here all the time and fight the urge to fly in here and sit on your cock?”

His eyes were wet. His square jaw was tensed. He was visibly upset which looked odd on such a large man dressed in a superhero uniform. It was a little pathetic, honestly, but still hot because I know that he knows the power I have over him. He hates me seeing him upset and vulnerable. It’s not the way it works with him. He’s addicted to his powers. He doesn’t want to ever stop being a superhero. He also knows the only way to keep them is for me to fuck him every thirty days. It’s a side effect of my own powers. I give other guys powers when I breed them.

Josh holds his hands out. “It’s fucked up, Preston. It’s fucked up because I love to get fucked and I’m NOT gay. At least, I wasn’t before all this. Had I known I’d turn gay for your cock, I don’t know if I would have asked for powers,” he said.

I rolled my eyes. “Josh, I’m sorry you have to go through this. But your bitching about it all the time isn’t going to stop the urge from happening. We’ve had this conversation a million times in the last six months. It’s getting old,” I said. “You’re worse than a woman.”

His eyes snapped to me. “I am not worse than a woman, you dick.”

“Could have fooled me. Whenever I see you, you bitch about how awful this is.”

“I bitch because you have your dick in my ass!” he yelled back.

“But it DOESN’T HURT!” I remind him loudly. “In fact, it feels pretty fucking great. Doesn’t it?”

He looks away, sniffling. He’s a superhero and he’s crying like a girl.

“Yes, it feels good. Fuck, it feels great!” he admits as he twists around and lifts the hem of his cape up. Still talking, he reaches back and runs his finger over his hole. “I don’t want it to stop sometimes and it fucking scares me.” There is cum on his fingers. He’s acting like he doesn’t even know he’s doing it. He doesn’t even look at it as he licks it off his fingers like it’s water and he’s been in the desert for a year. “I can’t even fuck a girl without thinking about your cock,” he says between licks of his fingers.

I smile lustfully. “Fuck, I love it when you do that,” I say in a low sexy tone.

He looks at me confused and then looks at his fingers. His face is slack and then embarrassed as he wipes his wet fingers on his cape. “I can’t fucking help it, asshole,” he says angerly. “Your cum fucking calls to me or something. I can smell it. I felt it seeping out and fuck! I have to taste it.”

“Taste good?” I taunt.

“Yes,” he says as he finds residual cum on his palm and licks it off. He closes his eyes as he relishes the taste.

“You want more?” I ask him.

He opens his eyes and they focus on mine. He’s trying to say no. He’s fighting the urge to beg me to fuck him again. He’s come a long way from the first time he let me fuck him for powers to sucking my cum off his fingers. That’s the consequences of letting a dude fuck you to become a superhero.

“Preston, stop. Stop fucking with me,” Josh says with anger.

“What? You want my cock in your hole, I’m ready to put it there,” I said as I ran my palm over the tight spandex over his shoulder.

“I’m not your fucking cum dump,” he said, swatting my hand away.

“Once a month, you are,” I taunt him. I love to see him get angry.

“Fuck you, Preston. You’re such a fucking cunt,” he said with venom.

“Says the man wearing skin-tight spandex and licking my cum off his fingers,” I shrug.

He stares me down. His fists clench. His arms bulge, his face is red. I stare back as I float closer, nose to nose. We are quiet, direct eye contact never faltered. My body starts emanating a slight glow. He sees this and floats a few feet back. He knows what that glow means. It means I will kick his spandex clad ass all over this city.

“You done?” I ask but not asking. I’m telling him. “You’re done,” I stated matter of fact.

His eyes look down at the floor. He disrespected me and he knows I can take away everything he has.

“Would you mind?” he asks innocently as he points to his butt zipper.

“Of course, come here.” I say as I touch down on the floor. He comes down as well and turns his back to me.

I swat the cape away from his low back and pull down the tab on the zipper. I pull it down over his ass, his muscle butt stressing out the zipper and fabric as I pull together the spandex over his bulbous butt. He spreads his legs and I pull it all the way under his ass to his crotch.

“Damn, thank god this material has some serious stretch in it, big man.” I said in awe of how much the material of his suit adapted to the size of his boulder-like ass.

“I know. Indestructible,” he comments. I smooth my hand around on his hole and he shivers and lets out a muffled mean.

“There. All good.” I say as I pat him firmly on the ass.

He grunted something signaling another thanks. He walked over to the window.

“So, see you in a month?” I ask as he begins to levitate.

He took a deep sigh, his shoulders dropped. “Yeah. One month.”

“Good. I’m looking forward to it,” I grinned, knowing he hated it.

He starts to take flight but stops. He turns to me and floats to the floor. “Look. You know I hate this and I’m not doing it because I want to. Why do you have to openly take such pleasure in my discomfort? Its a dick move.”

“Oh, come on, Josh. I can’t help it either. A big, strapping, muscular man like yourself that I get the pleasure of breeding twelve times a year. I can’t help taking pleasure in filling it. Besides, it’s how I made you.” I’m making him mad again and he’s going to snap. When he does, I’ll take more pleasure in breaking him down.

“Don’t fucking remind me,” he says in a loud voice.

“Hey!” I smacked him. He flinched. “If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be a fucking superhero. You fucking begged me to fuck you because you wanted to be a hero. You should be fucking worshipping me. You haven’t changed since the day I met you. You’re arrogant, spoiled and unappreciative.”

He rolled his eyes and looked out the window. “Sure,” he said, pouting.

I grabbed his shoulder. “You know what, hero? How would you like it if you couldn’t find me in thirty days? Huh? What then?”

He spun around to me with wide eyes in shock. He swallowed hard. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Don’t test me, fuck boy,” I growled.

In the blink of an eye he rushed forward and grabbed my throat and lifted me up high above him.

“DON’T CALL ME THAT,” he yelled, his voice booming, sounding possessed. His square jaw was clenched. His eyes starting to glow neon blue.

“Put. Me. Down,” I said in a calm, yet authoritarian tone. “Or I’ll put YOU down.”

He held me for a few more seconds and then slowly lowered me to floor. He remembered that I was as strong as he was if not stronger. He dared touch me.

“If you ever, EVER do that again, I will cut you off and you’ll go back to being regular, boring frat boy, Josh. No more flying, no more super strength, no more body of a god. Got it?” I stood and waited for his response. “GOT IT!?” I yelled, making him flinch.

“YES! I fucking got it!” He snapped.

“Let me remind you for the hundredth time because I know hearing it makes you cringe. You need my cum every thirty days to keep your powers. I’m your fucking battery. Without me you are nothing. I’m sorry you don’t like to get fucked. I’m not sorry it gives me such pleasure to do it. That’s the way it is, hero. You knew it when you agreed you wanted powers so don’t pussy out on me now. Remember, you’re not the only superhero out there. And there are more guys out there who can take your place.”

Josh scowled.

“You like that suit?” I asked.

He looked at me feeling threatened I would take that away too.

“Yes,” he replied.

“You like the way it feels?”

“Yes,” Josh replies again like a pouty teenager but then he is only nineteen.

“You jerk off in mirror while you wear it?”

He cleared his throat uncomfortably.

“You do,” I said knowingly.

His eyes darted around the room as if looking for someone to save him. “Yes, I do.”

“You like feeling that tight material molded to your hard, ripped muscles. The ones I gave you. You like the way it looks, showing off every cut, every bulge of muscle. You like the way it shows off your ass. You like the way people look at you. You’re a sexy fucker.”

Josh swallowed hard, embarrassed that I knew what he was thinking.

“Yeah. I do,” he whispers like someone is listening in.

“I know you do. I felt the same way. The other heroes feel like that too,” I assure him. “Admit another thing, fuckboy. You like my suit.”

He’s visibly upset I called him a fuckboy again but doesn’t act on it. “I do like your suit.”

“Tell me what you like about it,” I ask.

“I like the color,” he said.

“Yeah? You like navy blue?” I ask with mock interest. “Tell me. What else do you like about it.”

“I like the way it fits your body,” he replies nervously.

“What else?”

“The lines. It shows off your… your muscle,” he said swallowing hard.

“And do you like my… muscle?” I asked with a sensual tone.

“I do.” He takes a deep breath and sighs like he’s just got something off his shoulders. “You’re jacked. Solid. Masculine. The boots are tough looking. It’s…sexy.”

“You think I’m sexy,” I say again with a sensual tone, running a finger up the cleft in his chest.

“I do. You’re sexy as fuck,” he replied still uneasy in a hushed tone almost like he’s hypnotized.

I put my hand on his bulge, squeezed a bit. He took in a breath and just as quickly I took my hand away. He opened his eyes and looked at me confused.

“Next month, lose the cape. It looks ridiculous,” I said as a throw away.

I had edged him and now he knew it. I had control. I wasn’t going to give him what he wants. Not today. He turned to the window and pulled back the drapes. He turned back once more to give me a look of contempt. In a rush of wind, he shot out the window and streaked across the skyline.

I shut the window and returned to the bedroom. I looked at myself in the full-length wall mirror. I ran my hands over my crazy ripped muscled body. I ran a hand through my thick brown hair. I stared into my blue eyes, my model-handsome face and smiled. It was a devious smile but I’m still one of the good guys. A good guy who happens to have cum that can make a dude into a superhero.

My body started to tingle. The hair raised on the back of my neck. My cock became hard and pointed up to the ceiling. I got goosebumps on my arms and legs. I felt an electricity buzzing around my body. This is what happens after fucking one of my heroes. I’m their battery and they are mine. My eyes glow bright blue. My arms raise. I levitate off the floor and hang in space. My suit magically whips off my body, leaving me naked. The hiss of electricity becomes louder, small bolts of lightning trickle over my body, spinning around my muscles. My eyes shoot blue light and with a loud groan, my cock shoots a string of thick cum up onto the ceiling. My body slowly rotates, still glowing, still buzzing. At last my body slowly sinks to the floor. My body stops glowing, my eyes return to normal. My body is bigger, more ripped, more masculine. I become more handsome if that’s possible. Just like my heroes gain their strength from me when I fuck them, I gain strength and longevity from their energy as well. Fucking them gives them superpowers. Fucking them gives me more power.

I turn and lifted a hand and directed it towards my closet. It opens. A towel drifts through the air and into my hand. I wipe the sweat from my forehead. A water bottle zips across the room, I grab it without looking and take a drink. I look around the room and out the window. I decided to grab a bite to eat from the kitchen.

I swear every time Josh shows up for his injection, he pisses me off. He’s so fucking entitled. I gave him a new body, a better face, a new purpose. I even gave him his new suit. I let him have some input, but I designed it. The cape was not my idea.

I was right, though. He hadn’t changed. I thought he would once he’d received his abilities. But he just got worse. He flirted with me and made me think I might have a chance with him. I never did. I was so attracted to him; I couldn’t say no. He was a hot guy, but I really wanted to see him transform. The transformation process was a huge, almost, fetish for me. Watching a guy’s body change, getting taller, getting broader, becoming more handsome. It was spank material.

Josh will be back. And he’ll be back sooner than thirty days. No matter. I have two other heroes to power up tonight and tomorrow. They too are reluctant about getting fucked but, like Josh, they’re addicted to their powers and addicted to my cock.

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“You know, you need to be careful in college, son,” my mom said as we put the final bags of my stuff into my new dorm room. “Those girls will get their teeth into you and they’ll never let go.”

I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t insterested in girls, but I wasn’t about to tell her that. “Yes, mom…”

“Leave the poor boy alone, Darcy, he’s got enough to worry about.”

My dad, coming to the rescue again.

I shot him a grateful look as he herded mom out the door. I looked around the room and sighed, knowing I really needed to finish unpacking because if I didn’t do it now, I’d never get it done.

After finally putting the last of my stuff away I headed out the door. I’d heard the area had some great hiking and that was one of my favorite pastimes. I’d dressed in light joggers and a tank top, going commando since I’d always felt more comfortable like that. Also, I liked watching guys look at the outline of my dick against the thin fabric.

I drove up into the foothills about 10 minutes away from the college campus, getting out of the main town areas. There was a trail up to the top of a small bluff overlooking the town, and some of the other college students had said it was a great view.

It took me only 20 minutes to get to the top. I was rather impressed with the well-kept feel of the trail, since there wasn’t any signs of trash or grafitti that I could see.

I stood at the edge of the bluff, looking down over the small college town. The wind fluttered across the rock that I was standing on, catching my thin blond hair.

I heard a scuffle and looked over to see a man climbing up the rock face. He was just getting to the top.

I felt my cock twitch as I watched. He was about my age, most likely another college student. He was shirtless, a light covering of hair coating his muscular chest. He wore thin exercise shorts, which looked to be the only thing between his obviously large member and the outside world. The harness he was wearing only made it infinitely more obvious.

The man caught me staring at him as he got up. I turned away, blushing. I pretended to stare at the town while he got his ropes all in order.

He came and stood next to me, making me put my hands in my pockets to hide my growing erection. I liked guys looking at my dick. I was not used to it, however.

“My name’s James,” he said, extending a hand in front of me.

I shook it, feeling the sweaty but strong grip. 

Man he’s fucking hot.

“Martin,” I replied.

“Are you new to the college? I haven’t seen you before,” James said.

“Yea, just arrived today. Wanted to see the view so I came up here after unpacking.”

He nodded. “Yea it’s great up here. I like to come and climb the cliff at least once a week. Keeps me fit and away from all the people.”

I laughed. “I so understand that.”

James looked at my semi-muscular arms and shoulders. “Do you climb?”

I shook my head. “Nah, I’m a swimmer. Not competitive or anything, just enough to keep up muscle tone.”

“Nice. Wanna climb back down with me? There’s a great little cave on the way down.”

“Really?” I said. “Yea, that sounds like fun.”

James didn’t have another harness but he was able to fashion one out of the extra rope he had. It was a simple thing, but it got a bit tense when he squated down to tighten it, revealing in great detail my semi-erect penis. The fabric of my joggers was only a single layer thick and was a rather thin material, so you could see even a few veins sticking out, let alone the swollen head. But James didn’t even flinch or mention it, for which I was very grateful.

I climbed down first, arriving at the ledge he spoke of quickly. It was tucked away under the overhand of the bluff, and had a small cave that went a few feet in from the ledge. James came down without ropes right after me, dropping to the ground next to me as I looked out. 

It was a nice little nook. In fact, unless you stuck you head out a few feet over the ledge, you were invisible to anybody either above or below. I was about to comment on that when I saw James’ thin shorts. His cock was swollen almost as much as mine was earlier, pressing against the fabric that had been tightened by the harness. He caught me looking.

“Sorry, but I saw your hard-on and it got me a bit horny.” He said in way of explaination.

I stared. “Wait. You mean, you…?”

“Are into dicks? Yes, very much so.”

My dick started to swell once again at the news.

He looked meaningfully at it. “Can I suck it?”

I felt a bit feint. It had been years since I’d done anything with another guy, and that was mostly experimenting when we were kids. I was really horny, and it was a bit overwhelming.

James saw my reaction, then got a scared look. “Oh, sorry, man. I thought you were also…”

“I am.” I got out. “I’m just really exited. It’s been a while.”

He nodded understandingly. “So…”

“Yes, please!”

He got down on his knees in front of me and tore off the makeshift harness. After the pressure was gone, my cock was able to fully expand itself in the soft fabric, and was pushing straight out. It was then that I understood the whole “tent pole” term.

James took the band of my joggers and pulled it out and over my penis, revealing the stout member. It was about 6” cut. Not long but not too short either. He took it in one hand and opened his mouth. It’s hard to explain the sensation that followed. He took the whole thing in his mouth, all at once. His lips were kissing my recently shaved pubes. The entire shaft was in his mouth. He didn’t even bother using his tongue at first, just fucked himself on my dick. In and out, in and out. He went faster and faster then stopped, long before I’d reached anywhere near climax. 

This was when he started using his tongue. He swirled it around and around the head, even inserting it a bit into my slit. I’d always had a large slit which meant I didn’t cum very far, but now it was perfect, since it seemed to allow a bit more play.

While his tongue did wonders with my head (both heads, actually), his hands were busy. One was playing around with the shaft of my cock and the other was busy kneeling my balls. It hurt a little but felt so good. It was strange.

He was close to making me cum when I stopped him. 

“Wait, let me blow you too. I’ve been wanting to eat dick for a while now.”

James smirked and stood up, undoing his harness. His shorts were of the short shorts variety, and were apparently too short to handle his swollen cock. It stuck out a bit from one of the legs, basking in all it’s glory. 

I got down on my knees, thankfull for the mossy ground in the cave, and pulled his shorts down. His penis popped out, actually whacking me in the face. It was at least 9 inches long and uncut, the foreskin still covering a bit of the head even at full erection.

I paused, then went down on it. It was too big for me too swallow all the way, but that didn’t stop me from trying. James moaned as I swirled my tongue around the head, getting it underneath the foreskin a bit. 

I tried doing what he had done, squeezing his balls just enough to hurt, while also stroking his shaft with my other hand.

I got curious, so I took the hand that was going after the shaft and stuck it behind his balls, feeling around his sweaty crack. James got the message and lay down on the moss spreading his legs. I still sucked his cock but also fingered his hole.

He moaned. “Martin. Stick your fingers in me.”

I complied, pushing my pointer and middle finger into his ass. He groaned again.

I kept swirling my tongue around his head while squeezing his balls and trying to find his g spot. 

Suddenly James sat up and pushed my head away from his huge cock. 

“Martin, I want you to fuck me. Stick your cock in my ass,” he begged.

I nodded and pushed him back down. I spat on his puckered hole and on my dick, then lined it up. I pushed it in a little bit as James moaned. 

“Please, Martin. Fuck me. Hard. Make me scream.”

I stopped going in slowly and shoved it all in at once. James screamed. I kept fucking him, pounding his ass like there was no tomorrow. He kept screaming. I was certain we’d be found out, but didn’t stop. 

I realized I was close to cumming so I slowed down and leaned over James.

“Hey, can you top me? I’ve never been fucked before.” I said, honestly curious as to what it was like.

James looked at me stunned. “You’ve never taken cock in your ass before?”

I shook my head. James smiled.

“Well, we’ll have to change that, won’t we?”

He sat up, pulled me out of him, and spun me so that we’d switched positions. He spread my legs and got down, tasting my ass with his tongue. He wasn’t there very long before he’d straightened up again, positioning his hard cock against my hole. I was nervous, but relaxed the muscles around my asshole in anticipation. 

He didn’t give me the same curtesy I gave him. He was out of me one second and in me the next.

My scream broke his record easily. It felt painful and amazing all at once. I was shocked at how fucking good it felt having another penis inside me. I could feel his thick cock brushing up against my prostate, destroying it with surges of pleasure. I knew I was going to cum soon. Apparently James was too.

He screamed. “I’m cumming!”

My hands were going to work on my own cock, feeling amazing as he fucked me. I felt it, starting in my toes and going up into the rest up my body. I stiffened, then exploded, my cock pulsing. 

Moments later, James burst inside me. I could feel the hot semen coating my  colon.

He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard. I felt like laughing.

This is going to be a good year.

We called ourselves the Treehouse Gang, but we had long ago stopped meeting in the treehouse.  We were in Dave’s basement.  Dave’s dad didn’t care; in fact, he didn’t care about much since Dave’s mom left.  Dave and I had become closer friends since then; he often ate at my house.  His dad would give him money for food, and he’d go shopping with my mom and me and leave the groceries with us.

On that rainy Saturday, the gang was gathered around listening to Steve. He was talking about one of the girls on the next street over. “So she says she wants to show me something that’s fun and feels really good. She said she really liked me and now that my brother was dating someone else, she needed me to help her out. We go up to her room and then she makes me promise not to tell my brother. She says that they’ve done this game, but it’s not any of his business. She takes off her shoes and socks and tells me to take mine off. So I do. Then she takes off her panties in a way that I can’t see anything, but I’m thinking that I’m about to see a real live pussy.

“Damn,” said Andy. “And did you?”

Steve continued. “She lays back on the bed, pulls up her skirt, and spreads her legs really wide. I couldn’t believe it. I popped a boner right there.”

“I’m getting one just listening to this,” said Evan.

“She says this is my touch pussy. You can touch it or you can lick it. You can kiss it if you want. Then she licked her finger and rubbed her butthole. She said this is my fuck pussy. You can put your hard cock in this one. You can’t put it in my touch pussy because that’s what makes babies. Then she told me to take off my pants and stick my cock in her.”

“Did you?” asked Andy.

“Yes, I did. And she kept moaning ‘fuck’ while I did it, and let me tell you, when I spurted, it was better than any circle jerk we’ve ever had.”

“Wow.”

“And I’m going back there to do it again tonight after dinner. She told her parents that she’s tutoring me. Anyway, I better get home. I’ve got a few more chores to do.” Steve got up and left.

Andy and Evan were rubbing their crotches. Dave was looking at the floor, and I was wondering how to tell my best friend Dave that I’d already seen videos of what was called ‘anal sex.’ Plus, I was already having fantasies of sticking my dick in a ‘fuck pussy.’ The problem I had is that it was into Dave’s fuck pussy that I wanted to stick my dick.

I didn’t know how to tell him. Or would I ever tell him? He had nobody except me and my family. His father was too lost to even know what day of the week it was. I wondered how he got to work and kept a roof over their heads.

I saw Dave glance sideways at me.

“I wonder if that girl would like to have the whole club stick their dicks inside her,” asked Evan.

“Yeah?” Andy seemed to brighten up.

“Guys, I don’t think I want to put my dick inside some girl who’s let three other guys fill her with their juice. “So count me out.”

“Me, too,” added Dave. “I’d want to be first or not at all.”

“OK, you two play video games in the basement while Andy and me screw all the girls in town.”

Dave rolled his eyes.

“Besides, Evan, it’s ‘while Andy and I screw all the girls’, you doofus.”

“Yeah? Well, fuck you, Chris Watkins.”

“And your little dog, too,” added Andy.

“I’ll lock the door behind you,” Dave told them.

He was back a few minutes later. I sensed a quietness about him that wasn’t there earlier. Could he tell what I was thinking?”

“You know, Chris.” Then he stopped talking and looked away.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about?”

He turned and looked at me; I was sure that he knew I’d been thinking about his ass while Steve was telling his story. He probably knew that I had been looking at his dick during the last circle jerk. All I could think to do was apologize.

“I’m sorry, Dave. I couldn’t help it. I don’t know why I did it.” That was a lie. I’d read enough about gay guys to know why I was staring at his dick and why I was thinking about his ass.

“Sorry about what, dude?” He seemed honestly perplexed.

Almost as if a dam burst, I began to spill thoughts I had tried to keep hidden from him. “There are things I want to tell you, but I’m afraid you won’t be my friend anymore when I tell you what I’ve been thinking. And I just can’t stop thinking about you, and just now when Steve was telling his story…”

An index finger touched my lips. “Slow down, Chris.” I heard him take a deep breath. “You need to take a deep breath.

As I drew a breath into my lungs, Dave leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. “Does it have anything to do with that?”

“Uh-huh,” I squeaked. I felt his hand graze against my crotch, and my semi-hard cock got harder.

“And that?”

“Yeah.”

Dave smiled. His eyes got moist. “I’m so glad. You’re my best friend, and I’ve been thinking about those things for such a long time.”

“Me, too,” I replied. All my fears seemed to evaporate in that instant. My dick was throbbing to get out of my pants, and my lips just wanted to feel his lips against them. I looked into his grey eyes. “While Steve told his story, I kept imagining what it would be like if it were the two of us.”

Dave swallowed hard. “Why can’t it be? There’s no reason that we can’t do those things. I mean, I want to.”

“And I want to.’ I reached up and touched Dave’s hair. I had wanted to do that since he got that cool haircut last summer. His hair was soft. I pulled him to me and buried my nose in the hair above his ear. He smelled nice.

Dave moved his head and kissed me. I kissed him back. My lack of experience was obvious. Dave pushed his tongue into my mouth. I pulled my head back; he had surprised me. “I’m sorry. My cousin was telling me how to kiss a girl,” said Dave, “and he told me to do that. It’s called French kissing.”

“I just wasn’t expecting it. I saw a video where one guy stuck his tongue out and the other guy sucked it.”

“You’ve been watching guys kissing each other?” Dave seemed shocked.

“I’ve been watching them do more than just kiss.”

Dave’s smile told me he was excited to hear it. He stuck his tongue out as far as he could.

I opened my mouth and took his tongue in and began sucking on it. Dave began to giggle, and I couldn’t stop myself from joining him. “The guys also suck each other’s peters.”

“Take your pants off. I want to try that, and then I want you to stick it in my fuck hole.”

“Oh, Dave.” I kissed him again. “Can we go to your bed?”

“Yeah, sure.” Dave stood up.

I stood next to him. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to him. This time, I expected his tongue, and we spent a minute or so just kissing and running our hands over our bodies before heading to his bedroom. Once in the bedroom, Dave removed his shirt, pants, and underwear. My eyes moved straight to his penis. It seemed bigger than the last time I had seen it, but it was hard and straight. I wanted to drop down to my knees and put it in my mouth, but I forced myself to breathe slowly, and I took off all my clothes.

We stood facing one another. Our penises stood hard and straight, pointing toward the object of our affection. Both of us, inexperienced, hungry for the other, wanting. I moved toward Dave. I’d known him from the age of three, but after today, I’d know him in a way that I had only dreamed about, never fully expecting it to come true.

Dave reached his hand out, and I took it. We kissed again, this time, less timidly, knowing now that we each wanted the other and unafraid of what was to come. He pulled me down onto his bed. “Are you going to do it?” he asked in a whisper.

“Yes,” I nodded, then added, “and then you’ll do it?”

“Oh.” He seemed to get misty-eyed again. “I’ve wanted to do it with you from the first time I knew people did such things.” I took one of his pillows and put it under his butt.

I kissed his chin, his chest, his belly button, then his stiff cock. It jerked as my lips touched it. I worked up enough saliva to rub it against his fuck hole just as I had seen in the videos. I rubbed it in with my fingers, and when I pushed my finger into him he gasped.

“That felt really good.”

I wanted to spit on his hole the way I’d seen the men do, but I didn’t have the control, so I kept spitting into my hand and rubbed the quivering muscle that encircled his hole. I kept putting my finger in. It excited me to hear him moan and tell me he liked it. I slipped two fingers in. Dave groaned a little. I added more spit and soon he was moaning again.

I put saliva on the head of my throbbing dick. I made sure the whole shaft was wet before I guided it into him. He gasped for air a few times, but once I had started to put my dick inside, I couldn’t stop. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I was moving my cock in and out of his hole. I leaned forward and kissed him. All I could think about was kissing his lips, shoving my tongue into his mouth, and pushing my dick in as far as I could.

Dave grabbed my ass and began to pull as I pushed in. My head became foggy. I kissed him hard as I began to push in with all my might. Suddenly I felt a strange sensation deep inside. It was sort of like when I jerked off, but it was deeper, and it felt better than that. I thought my head might explode, and all at once I exclaimed, “God, I love you, Dave” and in the same instance I slammed my dick into his hole and spewed and spewed and spewed.

As I looked into Dave’s eyes, I saw that huge wonderful smile of his erupt across his lips. I lowered myself and licked his ear.

Dave turned his head and our noses rubbed together. “As my cousin says, that was fucking awesome.”

“Dave, I want you to do it for me now. I want to feel your dick in my fuck hole.”

Dave leaned in and kissed me again. He got up from the bed and helped me get into position with the pillow under my butt. “How much spit did you use?”

“A lot. Your finger should slide inside my fuck pussy pretty easily,” I told him.

He began working at it right away. I had tried to put my fingers in my hole, but the angle always seemed wrong. When Dave’s finger went into me, it was the right angle.

“Put two in at the same time,” I said between quick breaths. “Yeah, that’s it. Oh, wow. Get your dick wet and shove it inside me. Dave. Dave. I want you inside me.”

He forced his dick in all at once. The room seemed to go dim, and before the lights came back on, his tongue was in my mouth and he was humping my ass like a rabbit. Every time he plunged into me, I felt my eyes want to roll back into my head. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Then I felt a rapid increase in pressure. Dave had come inside me. He was grunting. He slammed into me several times, and then he fell onto my chest.

“Chris. Oh, Chris. Can we do this every day after school?”

I wrapped my arms around him. “Yeah. Every day.”

The door to Dave’s room banged open. We both turned and looked. His father was standing naked in the doorway. He had a beer in his hand. “I thought I heard something in here. What the fuck are you two doing?”

Another man came up next to him. He was naked, too. He took a look at us and laughed, “It looks like they’re doing the same thing we are.”

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It was now several weeks since the weekend in Scotland. My wife had taken to her new lifestyle like a fish in water. She had already told me that following the swingers party on that weekend she had slept with her friends husband on three occasion. She was particularly proud that two of these had taken place in her friends marital bed. Her friend did not know of this, and I was not to tell her. The third occasion was of course in my own bed while I was out at work, and the kids in school. I had not been aware, but she no longer told me about all her sexual adventures, not unless the occasion provided her with an opportunity to exert her dominance.

Earlier this week she told me that the two young men which she had met in the party, we’re keen to re-establish their acquaintance. Her friend was also interested, but she did not want her husband involved. Possibly because there might have been a little jealousy at the interest shown by him, to my wife, during the party. She had not been forgiven for shagging him.

I agreed with her, that the best idea was for me to make myself scarce. It would be cheaper if I left them with the house for the weekend, and I stayed in a bed and breakfast ( B and B) instead.

To say I am not very good at making my own private arrangements is somewhat of an over estimate. I am totally useless, and the art of chat up lines, and pick ups, has always evaded me. So it was this evening, nothing to be had in the internet. This had all the feeling of a rather sad weekend.

That Friday I doused myself with Tom Ford perfume and set off for my weekend away from home.

You must know that we do not all have the courage to be open about our feelings. We are led by peer pressure to maintain a level of secrecy, for which we are ashamed, but we dare not fight against. Even so we are driven by the hope that others will notice. We often broadcast disguised signals which we pray will let others find out. I am no different to anybody else on this. I often behave in a way which I hope will betray my homosexuality.

On my way to the bed and breakfast I passed my local newsagent, and decided to go in and buy some magazines. We get our newspapers delivered from this shop, and I often go in to buy magazines, and last minute provisions. It was almost eight, but the owner was still in the shop, and the door was open.

There has always been something about this man that has intrigued me. I really can not tell you what it is. Imagined or otherwise, when we go in to his shop, he always shows an interest which goes beyond the normal. He gives signals which I find ambiguous and impossible to read. I have always put it down to the idea that he fancies my wife, and my reactions, have always encouraged his interest. I have carefully nurtured his behaviour. Without ever making it obvious, that I would also find such a coupling extremely interesting, I have never dissuaded him from the possibility that he might achieve it.

A long time has passed since we moved into the area, and many things have changed. In the early days our marriage was young and my wife was unduly sensitive. She would often complain to me about it, and her embarrassment while in the shop showed. If anything, she now appreciates the interest he shows, and has the poor man in all kinds of bother. She teases him unmercifully but much to his credit never stops trying.

He was full of chat wanting to know how I was doing and how my wife and kids were doing. It had been a while since I had gone in before but I was pleased to be able to tell him we were all well. He had been running the shop with his wife, ever since we moved into the area eight years ago. His wife would often help out in the shop but on this occasion she was not there. He told me that she was visiting family in North Pakistan and had been away for weeks. He was not expecting her back any time soon.

They were a lovely and friendly couple who right from the beginning had made us very welcome. They must now be in their mid fifties, and he, who I would describe as unattractive, was rather on the short side, dark skin, and with a bit of a belly.

When he asked what he could do for me i explained that my wife was entertaining some male friends at home, and I had been exiled to a B and B. I had come in, in the hope that he might have some interesting magazines.

He pointed me in the direction of the magazine racks telling me to let him know if I needed any help.

My search proved disappointing. There was nothing of interest, and it seemed that all adult magazines including the gay mainstream ones had been removed from public view.

I walked back to the counter, and seeing that I had not selected anything, he asked me if I was looking for anything in particular.

I do not know what possessed me, but feeling rather sorry for myself, and throwing my usual caution to the wind, I asked him if he had any gay magazines. He seemed somewhat shocked and it took him a while to answer. He told me that he kept those in the store room as he was worried that his customers might object.

This was a very middle class area, but even so, people, to my knowledge, were very open minded. I clearly was an exception, as why else would I be embarrassed into keeping my feelings such a secret.

He lead the way into the back room going through an open door covered by a string curtain. Although he had not said, I assumed that he wanted me to follow him. It was a small room cluttered with piles of newspapers and magazines. There was a back door which led out to the alley next to the shop. This was barred with two hefty locks. On the side wall there were two windows, through which you could see the road outside. These had iron bars, to deter any thieves who might have been tempted to break in.

He walked over to a cupboard which he opened with his set of keys. Turning round to me he told me to have a good look while he went to close the shop. It was my turn to be surprised. Not only did he have the usual adult magazines, but also a large selection of what I would have described as triple X gay magazines.

The top shelf was packed with triple X DVD’s, a large number of which, took my interest. I heard him come back saying that he rented these out, and it was one of his more lucrative ventures. He told me that I would be surprised to know, how many of my neighbours regularly rented his videos. It might have been to make me feel less embarrassed, but he was quick to point out, that some of the most popular videos, were the gay movies.

Taking one off the shelf, he asked me if I had seen it, and when I said that I had not, he put it into a dvd player which was connected to a small TV. The credits, as in most triple X videos, went on for hours. Eventually the picture opened with a couple of rather attractive men sitting on a settee talking. One was white and the other black. I was beginning to get excited and I could feel myself getting stiff. A knock on the door brought in a younger white man. It was clear what was going to happen, and I worried that I might embarrass myself by getting an erection.

I was not sure what he was expecting of me, but I feared that he might be offended if I had a reaction. I remember him telling me that he had been told, that this one was very good, and that I should watch, the first few minutes, before I decided. I have to tell you that by the time they started to undress each other, I was no longer able to stop myself reacting to them. If I continued to watch this video I would no longer be in control.

I was just about to tell him that I had seen enough, and i would rent it, when I felt him move behind me. I do not know if it was nerves, or excitement, but I felt a weakness coming over me. I remember being unable to hold back a moan. The men in the video were now undressed and kissing. I have never been able to suppress my excitement when watching gay porn. I needed to go. I was worried that this might not end well, and that he would be offended.

It was then that I felt that he had moved closer to me, and I felt him pressing his groin against me.

I jumped as he touched me.

“I am sorry I got too close”

‘No please it is not you it is me. I should apologise’

I felt his hand lift the back of my shirt, and then he moved it down the inside of my trousers. As he moved it down my back, I was trembling. I could no longer stifle my moans. He was driving me wild with his touch. His hands moved down as he explored the contours of my bottom. I remember him telling me, that I had a pretty little arse which needed a good fucking. I was like jelly to his touch. This could only end in one way, and it would not be me that said no. He continued to feel my bottom and I felt his fingers moving towards my hole. Gently he moved them around feeling his way around the entrance to my passage. I so wanted him to stick them inside. I was desperate, so I asked him to put his fingers in. I recall him admonishing me, telling me that I should not be so cheap. He had always thought that I was very much a man in control but was disappointed at having got it wrong. He admitted to be shocked, as he had never expected this of me.

It really did not matter what he said to me and how he felt about me, I was no longer able to do anything but to let him do what ever he wanted. As he placed his finger inside me, I shuddered, and gave a loud moan. He had not finished teasing me, and he move his hands away and up the inside of my shirt. There he cupped his hands on my breasts feeling them, and squeezing them. I wanted to fall on the floor. This man was fucking with my brain, and it was becoming unbearable.

He told me I had really smooth and soft tits. He had never felt such beautiful breasts, not even on a woman. I was pleased. I had started shaving my body feeling that body hair was so inappropriate. His fingers went to my nipples, and as he held them, and played with them, I was in ecstasy.

His body was pressing against mine and I could feel his excitement. I hoped that I would be able to sustain his pleasure, but I was still not sure how far he would go. I was fearful that he might have just been leading me on, and that at any time he would stop feeling me. I could not bear it if this was just one big tease.

I could feel his body still pushing against me but I worried that he still had his clothes on. By this time I had knocked my trousers, and pants off, and kicked them away across the floor. As I struggled to take my shirt and jacket off, he helped me by pulling them over my head. It felt good to be completely naked in front of him, hoping that he would shortly be emptying his seed inside me. The thought made me give out a loud moan, as my body continued to behave as if I was standing naked in the snow and shivering from the cold. The exciting thing was that I was actually sweating, and I was getting hotter, but I could not stop myself shivering.

As he played with my arse I wriggled around, trying to excite him inviting him to push his fingers inside me. He was driving me insane with desire. I needed him to fuck me. But still he resisted and continued to tease me. I was desperate. I stretched out my arms and supported myself against the wall. I bent over trying to make it more comfortable for him to fuck me. His wet fingers circling the rim of my hole. Like all of the men that I had experienced before him, he had the sweetest ability to send shocks throughout my body. I had never experienced such extremes of pleasure with my wife.

It was obvious to me that I was not the first of his boys. He clearly new how to get me to the point of desperation, and then leave me dying for the want of his cock inside me. This man had done this before, many times.

I stretched out my legs as far as they would go, inviting him into my body. All I could think of was that I wanted his huge brown dusky penis to push up my passage. I needed him to massage my prostate, so that I could again feel the pleasure of being fucked by a man. In between moans I was talking nonsense. I was well past the point of worrying about anything, other than I wanted him to come off inside me.

With a great deal of effort I managed to take control of myself for long enough to say

“Please I am ready for you”

As he shoved what must have been several of his fingers inside me I felt my body resisting. He continued to push. It was painful, I had as yet not got used to having several fingers trying to penetrate me. I forgot the pain and begged him to continue.

More of his fingers came in. The pleasure I was feeling was intense. I could no longer feel the pain, and I wanted more of him inside. He must have known. I was no longer able to stop him, and he took advantage of my weakness. I felt him bring all his fingers together, as he brutally pushed passed the entrance, until they were massaging my prostate.

Screams of pleasure encouraged him to continue. He pulled his fingers out but before I could say anything, he was back again His fingers were all clenched together, as he pushed trying to stretch the opening, which was holding him back. I braced myself. I knew this was going to hurt but I could not bear to stop him.

I nearly fainted. he now had all his hand inside me up to his wrist. I loved the feel that he had broken through my defences, and was now in complete control of me and my body, but I was fighting the intense pain that he was inflicting on me. I asked him to keep it there, that I wanted it, I thought the pain would go.

It did not subside and I suffered. Despite the pain, I felt compelled to let him carry on. This was something that I needed to get used to. I felt sure that he would not be the only man that ever wanted to do this to me, and I had to learn. I hoped that with time I would learn to overcome the pain. Other men would expect this from me and I was determined not to disappoint them.

I have no idea how long he spent twisting his fist inside my body. I can not even recall what visions were going through my mind. The pain forgotten, all I can tell you, is that I have never had such highs in my life. Not even when earlier in my youth I had experimented with drugs. Such was the power of his penetration and my pleasure in accepting it.

You must know by now that this man could have done anything with me, and I would not have stopped him. I have never needed anybody so badly as I needed him that night.

With no attempt at being gentle, he pulled his clenched fist out of me. Embarrassing as it may seem to you, I could not stop myself, and I cried like a baby. He showed no sympathy or concern telling me to stop blathering and to control myself. It hurt me when he said that I was a married man with children, and I should not be behaving like an eighteen year old, who had just discovered the pleasure of pleasing other men. He accused me of being pathetic and weak and he no longer had any respect for me. I should have left, but he was right, I was weak and shameless.

He told me that I needed to get used to the idea that this was not about my pleasure, but about satisfying and complying to the wants of other men. The sooner I realised that this was about being used for their satisfaction the easier I would find it.

“I have something special planned for you tomorrow night” he said. “I want you to be ready, and very very needy when you come back tomorrow”.

“In the meantime you had better relieve me of the tension. Get on your knees and take my cock in your mouth, and make sure that you suck it really well. I am so close to coming. I want you to make sure that you swallow every single drop”.

Tears streaming down my cheeks I knelt in front of him as he produced the most enormous penis for me to suck. Through my watery eyes I could see the glistening sticky substance covering the exposed head of his penis. It seemed to be streaming out, and as I looked, a drop was just developing. I was pleased that I was exciting him.

I held his erect penis between my fingers and getting closer to him i pushed my tongue out to take the rapidly forming drop on the tip of my tongue. As I moved my head back I could see the threads of the gluey velvety substance that stretched to keep us together. He must have noticed what I was doing and he gave a loud moan. I took it on my tongue, and I let him see how I slowly licked my lips, covering them with his silky lubricant. I continued to take more of his precum, ensuring that all the parts of my lips were covered, with the very slightly salty liquid from the head of his soaking wet cock. It had a strange effect on my lips, they felt numb, but in a most pleasant way.

This was having the desired effect on him. I was already used to the sounds men make as they get pleasured, but this mans sexual confidence was loud and clear. I wondered how many young men, he had got to suck his cock. Intending to make sure that he would remember me as the best. My tongue went back as I lapped up all the liquid that continued to collect on his penis. He was in obvious ecstasy. I loved the taste, and the control it was giving me over him. I was pleased with myself. I know how much men love to be licked and sucked, and I had every confidence in my ability to do so.

My tongue went up and down the length of his shaft making sure that no part of it remained untouched. He was loosing control. He was no longer in charge of his destiny. His loud moans drowning everything. I took his ball sac in my mouth, and caressed it with my lips and tongue. He had his hands on my head pushing and pulling me towards him. He was suffocating me. I could not believe how strong he was for a man of his age.

It was clear that he had not washed since early that morning, but this excited me. I love the feeling of being used, and being unable to do anything other than being a good servant. The thought alone caused further excitement, as my own penis became even more rigid. His continued moans of pleasure indicated that he was very close to coming off.

I took as much of his cock as I could fit in my mouth. It was hitting the back of my throat. I could feel every throb going through his penis, and heard every moan, as he did so. He was big and it filled my mouth. I could not take it all in regardless to how much I tried. It was a strain on my jaw which only just went round it.

I tightened my lips around his trunk and slowly moved up and down it’s length, stopping when I felt he was about to explode in my mouth. He could not sustain this torture for long. He grabbed hold of my hair with both of his hands. Pulling it tightly until it hurt. With this he proceeded to fuck my mouth in the most violent manner imaginable. I could do nothing to stop him. He was driven by a far greater strength than I could muster. Each time he pushed in, I found it impossible to breathe, and I thought I would pass out.

Thankfully it did not take him long. With one most violent and extended push, he gave the loudest of moans, and maintaining his hold on my hair, pushed deep in my mouth, shooting an enormous load of juice straight down my throat. Choking, I swallowed several times trying to breathe. No sooner had I cleared the first load, than another shuddering push pumped more of his cum straight down my throat. This continued several times, as on every occasion he shoved his penis deep into the back of my mouth, and filled it with more of his seed.

I was well satisfied with how much he had given me but a little disappointed that I had not got to taste him as much as I would have liked. As his strength subsided I was able to make the best of the remaining drops to coat my mouth with the silky sticky juices that he had shared with me. I can not describe how much pleasure this gave me. I adore sucking cock, and love the feel of the cum in my mouth. I love playing with it, and the pleasure it gives me when I finally swallow. There is nothing better.

Well satisfied he pulled his pants and trousers up, and telling me that I should present myself back there at his shop tomorrow at eight thirty, he directed me to get dressed and leave.

He was sorting through his magazines as i was about to go, but it was clear to me that he was not going to interrupt his work. He made no effort to look in my direction, or even say goodbye as I walked out of the door.

On the bus, on my way to the bed and breakfast, I was able to reflect on the nights events. Was i trying too hard to catch up on all the experiences I had missed out over the years of self denial. Was it wise to throw myself into it in such a reckless manner. It was sure that this was clouding my judgement, and I was putting myself at risk.

Despite everything, it was not working. I was never satisfied, and each of my experiences, left me thirsting for more. Regardless of the danger, I craved for the ultimate experience, and I could not stop myself. I was fearful as to how this would end.

In the steamy shower, under the hot water, a hand grabs your speedo clad ass and pushes you against the cold tile wall. You can’t see who it is on account of the steam and they surprised you! You can tell that He is big, in more ways than one… and strong. He is holding you to the wall by your neck with one hand while his massive tool is grinding into your crack, rubbing the fabric of your suit against your hole. You can feel the smooth fabric of his suit grinding against the fabric of yours. As His hand is removed from the back of your neck His wide, solid, hairy chest slams into your back; thrusting you against the wall.

His hands are touching you now, sliding down your sides, over your suit… His firm grip massages your legs. Then His hands start sliding up. When He reaches your suit, one hand firmly grips your shaft through the fabric of your suit, the other hand finds your balls. While holding your lycra wrapped shaft in one hand, the other pulls the leg of your suit open and fishes out your balls so He can properly grip them. Still, His thick member grinds against your hole through two suits.

Your rigid shaft feels like it is in a lycra vice with His strong hand gripping you firmly… the sensation is incredible! Then the other hand wraps around the top of your balls and starts to constrict, then pull. Just when you think you might not be able to take anymore, He lets go of your cock and balls. His hands come sliding up your torso, pulling you off that cold tile wall and back into the steaming hot shower. His hands slide up your abs while the hot water pummels you from the side.

He turns you to face the shower, the hot water cascading down from your face, to your chest, over His hands as they touch you, then finally over your rock hard lycra wrapped shaft and down your bare balls to your legs. It is like your sensation of touch has been magnified a thousand times more than usual. Just feeling the hot water running on your body is enough to drive you crazy with Him standing behind you, holding you tight. You can’t move and you still can’t see Him.

His hands move farther up your body. Finally they reach your chest. He massages your pecs with big meaty paws. You can feel the wet hair on his chest and arms wrapping you in a warm blanket. Those strong fingers close on your nipples, pinching them firmly. You start moaning in appreciation of His manipulation of your nipples and your cock jerks in spite of being trapped in its lycra cage. You feel His grip on your nipples as they swell and grow hard under his masterful pec massage and nipple tweaking.

Your moaning is completely out of control now, too loud, too long, too much! He moves a hand up to your mouth and hisses in your ear “Shut the fuck up!!!” But with your mouth hanging open His thick, strong fingers end up in your mouth instead of over it. You start enthusiastically sucking on His fingers like they are something else.

He recognizes what you need and pulls His hand out of your mouth. Both hands go to the top of your shoulders from behind and he pushes you to kneel on the floor. Holding you by the neck with one hand, he starts pushing your shoulder with the other. The gruff comment comes next, “Turn around.” On your knees you spin around on the tile floor. You try to look up, but the hot water is splashing on His chest now, tumbling down and dousing you. You can’t see anything above for all the water and steam, but there… right there in front of your nose… His Cock.

His thick shaft… stretching that lycra suit farther than the law should allow. It is right there in front of your nose. You are mesmerized by that hard shaft in front of you with what looks like two tennis balls beneath it. A massive package and it is right there, hypnotizing you as the hot water washes off of Him and down onto you from above.

He grows impatient. With one hand on your shoulder and the other behind your head, He pushes your face into His groin. Taken by surprise your hands instinctively reach out and grab his legs as your mouth opens around his lycra covered shaft. He growls at you, “Suck on it.” You try, but you are distracted. Those hairy legs… like massive tree trunks. You can feel the muscle, so strong and so big. You rub your hands up and down those massive legs. You reach down and the calves are like bowling pins, so hard and large. As your hands slide up his legs you find the most incredible ass capping them. Wrapped in lycra, it is so firm and round. You can feel the heat radiating off Him. Him… you are trying to suck one of His lycra clad balls into your mouth but it is too big, He laughs at you. He grabs your head by the hair and drags your face across his shaft to the end. “Suck here,” comes the next growl.

Your hands come around to the front from feeling that amazing ass. With one hand you start massaging those massive balls and the other tries to wrap around that shaft so your mouth can do a better job on the head. His suit is so tight and shaft so big, you just can’t get your hand around it. As you keep licking and sucking on that lycra wrapped head you can taste all His precum. He is leaking precum out the end of his shaft like crazy and tasting it is making you insane. You want it. You need it. You suck for it like your life is depending on it.

“Mmmm, fuck yeah! That is what I like to see!” He says regarding your assault on sucking His head. He keeps His hand tangled up in your hair to help guide you, as needed. His other hand reaches down for the leg band of His suit. He pulls your head back, slips His fingers under the leg of His suit, and slips it over the head and shaft of His cock. You can’t believe what you see before you. Massive mushroom head, cut, wide shaft that seems to go on and on and on before it disappears back under that magical lycra. “Now, suck on that!” The words spur you to action, both hands grab onto that shaft and you try hard to get the head in your mouth. Your own cock couldn’t be harder and leaking precum of your own in your suit. You lick Him like a lollypop, suck on the tip, and slip the tip of your tongue in the piss slit which makes Him start to moan. It is music to your ears to have Him moaning while you work your magic on this massive fuck stick. Wet and sloppy is the rule with the water pouring down from above.

Instantly He yanks you off His dick and pulls you up into a deep french kiss. You know He can taste His precum in your mouth and it only serves to stoke the fires that much hotter. You can feel Him sliding a heavy hand down the back of your suit while intensely kissing you. When His finger reaches your hole, you lift a leg up and wrap it around Him. You feel His fuck stick swing under you as you lift your leg past it. This opens your hole enough for that thick finger to pop in past your tight ring. You are so ready for this…

Then He says, “Fuck, you are wide open!” and slips a second finger inside you. You feel the pressure and try to relax around it as the two fat digits are roughly stuffed inside you. “Yeah, you are definitely ready!” He mutters as He pulls His hand out of your suit and then pulls the back of your suit down past your ass. He grabs your ass and effortlessly lifts as you wrap both legs around His solid midsection. As He starts to let you down, you feel His hot fuck tool slap against your ass. You grab the railing on the side of the shower stall and lean back while your legs tighten around His lower back. He reaches under you and you feel one finger penetrate you while He holds your ass. He grabs His cock with the other hand and guides it to your hole He has primed with His finger. You feel that massive mushroom head of His cock as it presses against your entrance. You push back and easily open so He slides in on a trail of His precum. You feel that massive shaft fill you up, it is like it is going to split you wide open! “Just relax on it, you’ll be fine.” He says, “That’s just the head.” What??? Just the head? What the hell??? You reach down with one hand and sure enough, you can feel most of His cock is still outside you. Then He starts gyrating His hips in a circular motion. You feel His cock working its way up into you. It bangs into your prostate and suddenly you spasm and cum buckets with your cock wrapped in your swim brief! There is cum oozing out around your head pressed into the fabric and filling your suit. A bit of it drips down between your legs and helps lubricate His cock. “Nice!” He says, “You’ll get to do that again, I’m sure!” as he keeps working that fat prick up inside you.

Thanks to the steam and water you still can’t see Him, but you can definitely feel Him! Then He bottoms out in you. All of Him. That tool is now buried in your asshole all the way to the hilt. You’ve never been more full and never experienced anything like this. The pressure is epic, the sensations are unreal. To feel that massive cock solidly deep inside you is something you never want to end. Then He starts pulling out. This leaves you feeling so empty, but the sensation as every ridge and knot on that cock slips through your most sensitive place. You didn’t realize it, but you are panting… literally panting like a dog in heat. “More,” you say to Him. “I need more!” You can hear the smile on His face when He says “Yeah? You want more of this???” He starts filling you back up with that cock. But He isn’t so gentle this time. He thrusts it in and yanks it back out, leaving just the tip in your tight rosebud. Again and again and again He pounds His shaft into your ass while you lean back against the wall and pant with your legs wrapped around him, ankles locked together.

He starts shaking. You hear Him say, “I hope you’re fucking ready for this!” Then you feel it. White. Hot. Lava. As He continues to thrust His shaft in and out, you feel that unmistakable flooding in your gut as His nuts let loose a torrent of cum the likes of which you have never experienced. You knew His balls were big, but FUCK!!! The pressure and the feeling of the hot cum inside you makes you gasp and jizz in your suit again! “Yeah, man!” you hear Him say, “That’s right, let it all out!!!” Your own cum is now drooling down between your legs and onto his fuck stick as it continues to slide in and out of you, mixing your cum with His own.

He slides His hands up your back and pulls you off the wall. His face comes towards you through the steam but you are too out of it to focus on anything. He kisses you with a deep french kiss and His softening cock slips gently out of your asshole. As He breaks the kiss He asks, “Can you stand?” You can’t speak so you just kind of nod your head and let your legs release from His torso. He holds you up and kisses you again… deeply, passionately. You love the feel of His stubble on your smooth face, His hairy chest against your smooth chest, His naked spent shaft dangling against your shaft in your lycra swim suit. He breaks the kiss again and turns you towards the wall so you can hold yourself up with the hand rails. You hear Him slip His suit back over His tool and feel Him pull the back of your suit up into place. He leans forward after getting your suit positioned and whispers into your ear, “I’ve been watching you for a long time. I’m going to keep watching you. I’ll meet up with you again sometime. Clean yourself up so you don’t look like you were just fucked.”

With that, He was gone. It was as if He disappeared into the clouds of steam in the shower. You finish rinsing the chlorine off, as if there would be any left after that epic shower. It was mostly so you could collect yourself. You didn’t want to walk out bow-legged and shaking like your ass was just drilled 10x bigger than you had ever taken before… even if it was the truth. You had to catch your breath and come down off that epic high. When you finally turned off the water and came out of the shower, you looked around. While there were a few guys changing, none of them looked like Him. He was gone. Disappeared. Nowhere to be found. Who was He? He didn’t look like anyone you had ever seen before. And then, what He said? He had been watching you!!! And He would find you again! Fuck, if only you knew who He was.

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12 May 1972 and my alarm clock went off at 7:00, right in the middle of a wet dream starring Robert Blake. I almost got up, then realized it was Saturday, and turned it off. I stretched a little, reached under my belly [I was belly down] and gave my hard dick a squeeze and a couple of strokes, caressed my balls, then got out of bed. Rattling in the kitchen and the smell of hot coffee told me Uncle Mitch was awake too.

I tossed my robe on, freshened up and went on down to find Uncle Mitch standing, back to me, by the coffee pot, wearing a short kimono. He glanced at me, “Coffee, buddy? Hope I didn’t wake you.” I smiled, “Yes on the coffee, no on the wakeup. My alarm went off.” “Good.” He poured two cups, turned around and his kimono fell open. His cock was limp and still wet from the shower. Tiny sparkles of water glistened in his thick pubes. No ‘oops’ or excuses this time, he just held out my cup. “I’ve got to go in today, new phone system and the managers have to train so we can train our staff.”

I stopped looking at his cock [I realized lately that I was eyeing guys’ crotches when meeting or talking to them lately; guilty as charged. ;p], retrieved my coffee and sat at the table. Uncle Mitch sipped his coffee, seemingly [and maybe honestly] oblivious to his exposure. “The session runs 9:00 to 1:00, lunch after then I might stop for a couple drinks. I should be back around 5:00. You got plans, bud?”

I told him I was working with Mr. Collier this afternoon, 1:00 to 7:30, then we’d probably get dinner and hit a bar or two. Uncle Mitch nodded, sipped, then smiled, “Do me a favor, buddy? Ask Jeff if he and his son would want to go camping some weekend before end of month. With us and a couple guys from my job. My salary review is coming up and my boss likes camping. Okay?” I nodded, “Sure thing.” He thanked me and left the room to get dressed and head out to work.

I had breakfast and watched some television, then went up and read the latest Cinefantastique, hanging out in nothing but my bathrobe and feeling a bit sexy and horny. I kept hoping someone would come to the door. Not today, alas.

At 11:00 I shaved and took a shower, dressed in red briefs, tight black hip-hugger jeans and a short sleeved red pullover and waited for Mr. Collier. He rang the doorbell at 12:00 and I let him in, grabbed my jacket and we were off. We got to his studio around 12:30. Mr. C gave me a short sleeved red button-down satin shirt and told me to keep it. I changed, and brought us drinks while Mr. C set up.

George and Hiro [who I had met about a week before [Mr Collier Gives Me A Job]] arrived promptly at 1:00 pm. They showered together and drank Jack Daniels, straight up for George, and with soda for Hiro. George asked me how much it would cost to get me to pose with them. Mr. C came around the corner and told him we’d talk about that in July. The shoot went well and on time. George caught my eye a few times when Hiro was blowing him. And before they left, George expressed his hope, arm around my hips, that they’d see “more of [me]” in future and Mr. C assured him they would.

At 1:30 we went to the 9Ballz for lunch and Mr. C introduced me to Gerold Melden and three of his friends, a self-appointed “party-crowd”, who I’d met in April [ Mr. C’s Friends Kenneth] when Gerold had tried to pick me up.. Gerold was very good-looking with a slightly large nose, in his mid-40s, 6-foot one, around 190 with a dark tan and blonde hair. He was part of the 6:00 pm shoot, with Toni [Mr C’s Friends: Toni and Mr S], who I’d met a few times now. [Toni was the 50-some swinger type, with gold chains, poet’s shirt and leather pants, but he was also seriously sexy.] Nick was 52, 6’2″ and stocky, with grey hair and a trimmed moustache [and I’d see more, literally, of both later tonight]. Davey was mid-thirties, good-looking, 5’9”with collar length blonde hair and moustache. And Victor was 5’10 mid to late 40s, with a slim, hawk face, a solid athletic build, platinum blonde hair and goatee.

Mr. C sent me to order lunch and drinks and sat at the table next to Gerold’s. A few of the regulars shouted greetings and a few others came over and greeted me with a slap or caress on the ass. A good-looking business type [William Carson], around 30, about 6’ tall, with rich brown hair, sidled up to me while I waited to put in the orders and offered me a drink. I told him I was with someone, and he gave me a social card with his name and phone. I pocketed it and ordered our lunch. He fondled my ass and told me “I can make you weep with delight, baby.” He shoved his hand between my legs, licked my ear and whispered, “When you get bored just call me, and I’ll give you 36 sleepless hours you’ll never forget.” He kissed my ear as Ronnie brought my orders and I thanked him, bumped my hip lightly against his and made my way back to our table with the bartender, Ronnie, following me with a tray holding our orders. He laid out the orders, slapped my ass with the empty tray, said ‘Hi’ to Mr. Collier, and returned to the bar.

We stayed til around 2:45 and I met a few more regulars. I also got followed into the restroom by William, where he tried to convince me to sneak out the back, feeling me up slowly but thoroughly. I promised to call and managed to extricate myself.

We got back to the studio at about 3:15 and Mr. C told me to get him a bourbon water and come to the back studio, then locked the door. Mr. Jordan was due at 4:00 to pick up photos and we’d promised I’d be named for him. In the meantime, however…

I brought Mr. C his drink and he told me to unbutton my shirt and jeans. He finished the drink while I quickly did as he’d told me. He put the glass on the table behind me, beside the lube jar, ran his hands through my hair, then kissed me. I kept my mouth closed, responding only a little as I would always do [and I do it so the man kissing me has to aggressively force his kisses and tongue-probing on me; I like a little roughness in my sex]. He forced my mouth open and shoved his tongue deep into me, unfastening and pushing down his jeans and briefs while he explored my mouth.

He yanked my shirt down to mid bicep, tugged at my left earlobe, licked my lips and pushed me down. I knelt, looked up at him and immediately began licking his balls and cock. He clutched my hair, “Good…now suck it, you little slut.”

I opened my mouth and let Mr. C slide his hard 7-inch cock in, nearly gagging me. He eased up and fucked my mouth slowly at first, then faster for a few minutes before withdrawing his cock and pulling me to my feet. I heard the door open and close. I asked, “Did you –” and he cut me off, “it’s Mr. Jordan. In the back Mr. Jordan! Help yourself to a drink.”

Mr. C spun me around and ground his cock up against my ass as he unzipped my jeans. He grasped the sides of them, yanked them down to my knees and moved his hands up to my bare thighs, stroking, fondling, teasing. He licked my ear and whispered, “My hotlittle slut,” slid his hand into my briefs and roughly groped my cock and balls, then yanked my briefs down and stepped to the table. A few seconds later I was squirming at the feel of Mr. C’s fingers probing and lubing and stretching my asshole.

I glanced over to see Mr. Jordan nursing a whisky, watching us with a smirk. We made eye-contact and, as Mr. C shoved half the length of his cock into me, Mr. Jordan licked his lips and smiled. I let out a soft “Aah” as Mr. C plunged his cock all the way into my ass and started fucking me steady for a few seconds, then fast and hard.

He fucked me for five minutes and withdrew, “Belly down, do it.” I lay belly down, head pointing at Mr. Jordan and looked up at him. He’d lost the smirk and was now pursing his lips, half smiling and fondling his cock.

Mr. Collier got down between my legs, inserted his cock into my ass and got back to power-fucking me. Another ten minutes of him ramming his cock into my hole and he groaned and shot a thick load of cum into me.

Mr. C got up and helped me to my feet. He told me to get Mr. Jordan a refill and his photos while Mr. C showered.

I got both, making myself a Black Russian, too, then sat on the arm of the sofa, flirting and taking with Mr. Jordan. It was mostly just him trying to explore my sex life. He did ask me if I was free Monday afternoon. I told him I had school [which seemed to arouse him more; probably the thought of fucking a schoolboy dancing through his wonderfully naughty mind]. He pushed a bit, asking about Monday evening and Mr. C came out of the bathroom. I excused myself to get him a drink. He patted my ass, told me to shower and whispered to me “I’ll handle it.”

Mr. Collier told me, after Mr. Jordan left, that they had discussed meeting for drinks—Mr. Jordan, Mr. Collier and me—at the Boyz Club Tuesday night, to which Mr. C gave a tentative OK. I confirmed that date, and Mr. C said he would call Mr. Jordan later to let him know.

But beforehe left, the three of us went to the counter to go over the photos, Mr. C and Mr. Jordan in front of it and me behind. I took my jeans and briefs off slowly and tossed them on the floor and asked, “Do you want me to come help pick out the best of them, Mr. Jordan, sir?”

He said yes, and I came around, my cock at half-staff, and stood to the right of him. He put his arm on my shoulder, “Go through slowly, hm? And pipe up if you see something you like.” I took my time going over the photos, while Mr. Jordan took his time fondling my shoulders, back, and ass and, when I turned toward him, my balls and now erect cock. He stroked me a couple of times, and Mr. C whispered to him, which stopped the stroking but not the fondling.

Mr. Jordan left at around 5:00. I dressed, then Mr. collier and I talked about my future here. He remained flexible on hours, telling me Mr. Noguchi’s club [Mr Noguchi: Intimate Job Interview] should remain first priority for me.

The first item concerned my pubic hair and whether I wanted to shave it for him. Mr. Noguchi wanted all of my body hair clipped very short, but not shaved. Mr. C agreed that it might be sexier that way, so we left that open. The other item concerned my availability and desire or lack thereof to be photographed by or with clients. I told him I’d be happy to do both, and he said he would go over the details, including a raise in pay by end of month.

The last shoot of the day, scheduled for 6:00 to 7:15, comprised Toni, Nick and two teens: Brody, an 18-year old white guy, about 5’6″, 145 with a nice athletic build, short brown hair and a 7.5-inch cock; and Akemi, a Japanese 19-year old, very slim and toned with short black hair, very light body and pubic hair, a 4 to 5-inch cock and smooth, average size balls.

There were three setups: Toni and Akemi, Gerold and Brody, and a foursome with Toni and Gerold doubling up on each before finishing with the actual two on two.

And it went overtime, running from 6:00 to 8:00. Toni paid the overage and invited everyone to the 9Ballz for dinner and drinks on him. Brody had to beg off, which left me, Toni, Mr. C, Gerold, Akemi and Nick [who joined us at the bar] to have a couple rounds and head out to Toni’s place for more fun.

But that’s another story 😄

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