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The year after high school, I was still living in the small town where I grew up. I was working in a factory to earn money to start a college education. My mother was diagnosed with terminal cancer and most of our funds and time were spent making sure her last few months were bearable. I was looking forward to getting out of our small town and starting my life. I knew I was gay but deep in the closet and did not have much sexual experience other than a few circle jerks with friends.

One day we got a call that my grandmother had died and the funeral would be in two days time. She had been living with my father’s sister in a different state about 28 hours drive from our home town. My father would not be able to go due to my mother’s illness so it was decided that I would drive with my father’s brother (Uncle JIm) and his family to the funeral.

I had known Uncle Jim all my life. He was a beast of a man in his early 50’s, standing 6 foot 4 in, 230 lbs, hairy and wore a scraggly beard. He was as strong as an ox and one of those men who had a good muscular stature, relatively small ass and most of his extra weight was carried as a beer belly. He was a mean mother fucker with a fiery temper and while most people liked him, they were also afraid of him. He had been the object of my jack off fantasies for years.

Early the next morning Uncle Jim and eight other family members picked me up in a large van to make the long drive. The party included Uncle Jim’s wife, his two sons, their wives and three elderly female relatives who wanted to attend the funeral. The plan was to drive straight through with the men folk taking turns at the wheel. The ride was gruelling, the van was pretty noisy and the air conditioner did not work very well.

Uncle Jim and I both had taken our turns at the wheel and as darkness came, we both moved to the the back seat of the van. As it was hot and we had planned to sleep we, took off our jeans and I noticed my Uncle was wearing boxer shorts. Uncle Jim started swigging whisky straight from the bottle and feel asleep. I figured he hand had enough whisky to be pretty much out for the night. As the night wore on, everyone in the van fell asleep except my two cousins who were in the front seat and occupied with driving and their chatter.

Uncle Jim was sprawled out on the back seat in a strange position due to his height and would occasionally move around a little bit and our thighs were touching. Being so close to my uncle was having its effect on me and I was starting to get very horny. I sat there and enjoyed his physical presence, his body touching mine and I rubbed my cock through my underwear. A little bit later I looked over and saw Jim’s hard uncut cock sticking out of the slit of his boxer shorts. My own cock stiffened and I started getting hot and breathing heavily.

The object of my jack off fantasies was now only about two feet away. I struggled with myself as to what to do and realized this may be an once in a lifetime chance. I gingerly moved my and over to his cock and fingered it gently. It responded by jerking up and I enclosed it in my palm. It was a long, thick veiny 10 pounder and I almost came immediately. I played with it and then leaned over and took it into my mouth. The musky, masculine smell and taste of his cock hit my brain and my own cock throbbed in my shorts. I started to move up and down on his cock taking it further into my mouth until I could feel it hitting the back of my throat. I was afraid to make too much movement so I bobbed up and down gently and sucked hard. His cock responded by throbbing in my mouth and throat, I reached down, freed my own cock and jacked in the same rhythm. I don’t know how long I sucked him as I lost all touch with reality. All the years of dreaming about this moment were being fulfilled. I could tell he was about to shoot his load and I increased the rhythm and power of my sucking. I was soon rewarded with a mouthful of his hot, salty, steamy seed. I savored it on my tongue and swallowed it down greedily. I increased the momentum of my own wanking and shot my load all over the back of the seat in front of me. I was in fucking heaven and I leaned back and enjoyed the sensation of having sucked Uncle Jim’s cock and ingested his seed. I rearranged his boxer shorts, cleaned up my cum and fell into a deep blissful sleep.

The next morning we arrived in time to change clothes and attend the funeral and afterwards back to my aunt’s house. We were all to sleep there and there was general confusion as to where everyone should sleep. She had a ratty camper in the backyard, and as the odd man out, I volunteered to sleep there. I figured I would be stuck with a couple of her rug rats but they decided to have a slumber party in the basement. I was surprised that Uncle Jim volunteered to sleep in the camper as well.

It was boiling hot in the camper so Uncle Jim laid naked on the top of his bed. I had a good view of his body from the light streaming in. He had one arm behind his head and was smoking a cigarette and running his fingers through his chest hair. I was so turned on that I put a sheet over my lower body to hide my raging hardon.

Uncle Jim broke the silence by telling me that he was happy that I had come to the funeral to represent my father and he was sure it meant a lot to my father. I mumbled something halfway intelligent back. He then said that it was interesting to travel with people since you learn a lot about them. My heart stopped wondering where he was going with this. His hand moved down to his cock and balls and he started brushing them with his fingers. He then said that he had enjoyed sleeping with me on the back seat of the van. I lay there in silence, looking at him and he was looking directly at me. Uncle Jim then said “what is it you don’t understand about what I am saying? My cock is not going to suck itself boy, get over here”.

My heart thumped back into action and I moved over to his bed, got between his legs and started licking his cock and balls. His dick responded and stood straight up like a soldier. He put his hand on my head and pushed me down on his engorged member. I sucked hard and went down until his cock was fucking my throat. I was in heaven again just feeling the magnificent cock stretching my mouth.

Uncle Jim pulled me up until I was straddling his stomach. He played with my rock hard cock and teased my balls. I responded by moving my ass crack over his cock. He pulled my nipples, spat on his hand and lubed his cock. He positioned my hole at the tip of his cock. This was my first time to be fucked so I was torn between desire and fear of what it would feel like to have his 10 pounder invade my ass. He was a ‘sink or swim’ kind of guy so he just pushed me down on his cock plunging quickly through my ring into my bowels. The initial pain was horrendous and my first thought was to jump off him. He held me tightly and kept thrusting his cock in and out. The initial pain started to dissolve into pleasure and I began to enjoy the feeling of his big cock filling me up as he thrust in and out.

When I had relaxed enough to enjoy this thorough fucking, I started bucking up and down and riding him. He concentrated on playing with my nipples and I reciprocated and felt his strong hairy pecs and manly, but protruding nipples. I leaned down and started to suck on his nipples, it felt so wonderful but weird to be sucking this mean mother fucker’s nipple like a nursing baby.

He bent his knees forcing his cock into another angle in my ass that touched my prostate. This massage was driving me wild, being close to his chest I could smell the manly scent of his underarm and moved my way up and starting licking the sweat and testosterone from his hairy pit. He bucked hard with his hips and drove his cock further in. I sat upright on him and reached my hand around and squeezed his big full balls—the source of his manliness.

I couldn’t hold out any longer and told him I was going to cum. He put his hand around my cock and pumped as I unloaded onto his chest and stomach. Fucking me now at a slower speed, he wiped my cum off his chest and feed it to me with his big meaty fingers. I experienced another smaller orgasm and more cum sprayed out.

He surprised me by suggesting we take a break. I thought he would have been horned up enough to have to shoot his load then and there. He pulled his cock out of my ass resulting in a big popping sound. I lay in the crook of his arm with my head on his shoulder and my arm draped over his hairy chest. Again, I was taken aback at being in a tender moment with this fiery-tempered man.

We lay like this for about 20 minutes when he said that this was enough of this love bird shit and it was time for me to get a real fucking. He turned me around and started fucking me doggy style. This time he was all out for his own orgasm, plowing me deep and hard and slapping my ass hard with his hand. He pinched my nipples and stuck his fingers in my mouth and down my throat until I was gagging. He relentelessy plowed my ass and I was enjoying being the recepient of his hard and abusive fucking. He continued to pump and find ways to ensure his cock could reach deeper in my bowels. He pulled the back of my head up by my hair in an up and down motion so that my back relaxed and he penetrated even more. I thought he would surely cum soon, even though I was enjoying this immensely.

He pulled his cock out, turned me around so that I was facing him and again plunged deep into my ass. We were looking directly in each other’s eyes. He told me to open my mouth and he proceeded to spit several times into my mouth. This turned me on so much that I wrapped my legs around his ass and pushed him to fuck me harder and faster. He kept up the pounding and I could feel his entire body start to shake and rumble. He bucked one more time and unloaded his warm load into my bowels with several shots. I could feel his warm cum coating my insides.

He lay down on his back and pulled me into a 69 position. He sucked my hard cock until I came once again. We lay down and slept for a few hours.

At dawn, the chirping birds woke me up while Uncle Jim was still sleeping. Both of us had morning wood and I wasn’t going to let it go to waste. I got between his legs and started sucking his cock. He slowly woke up enjoying the blowjob. He pulled me upon his belly, spat-lubed his dick with his hand and and proceeded to fuck me again. I rode him like a bronco until we both came in a simultaneous orgasm.

After returning home, Uncle Jim asked me if I wanted to live in one of the apartments he owned at a reduced rent. I eagerly accepted and he and I met regularly after that. Unfortunately I was pretty much ruined for a relationship with anyone else as they could never match up to Uncle Jim.

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Last week, I searched for my lifesaving badge from the Red Cross.  I’m not sure why; it was one of those things my dad called ‘getting a burr under my saddle.’  I did find it, but I lost interest when I found a book I used as my journal.  Given to me for my senior year of high school, I used it all the way through college.  After college, things were so hectic that I just fell out of the routine.

Skimming through the book, I was almost shocked at all the descriptions of the sexual encounters I had during those years. It made me sad to think that none of those turned into any long-term relationships. I was also glad that my older brother had made me promise to use a condom every time. He joked that I didn’t want any pregnant boyfriends, and then he winked at me. He’d let me know that he knew my secret. It turned out that my parents knew it, too. It’s a lot easier to come out when you don’t actually have to.

I also began to wonder whether I stopped having a journal because there was nothing to really write about. Once I had my masters and began working, each day would go something like this:

I woke up this morning and ate breakfast before taking my shower. I got dressed and went to work. Lunch was a salad from the little deli downstairs, and after lunch, I was given more work to do. The afternoon meeting went well. I’m ahead of the ball while many of my co-workers are swamped. Went home, ate dinner, did twenty push-ups, and forty sit-ups. Jerked off to some porn, cleaned up, and went to bed.

That described a weekday. The only variation on the weekend was that instead of going to work, I did laundry and shopping. There was also cleaning and the occasional search for an item that was in a box.

I began to ponder what I could do to shake things up, to make them more exciting. My focus moved toward the other guys at work. Was there one worth dating? Maybe someone who could be a buddy? The image of Ken Taylor formed in my mind. All I knew about him was that he had transferred in when his office on the other side of town closed. He had a handsome face and a full head of hair; I had assumed he was in his late thirties, but I didn’t know for sure. I decided to scope him out that next chance I got. In the meantime, I crawled onto my bed and gave myself an orgasm. It didn’t take long to fall asleep.

The next day, I made sure to stop by Ken’s cubicle and say hello and to let him know that I was willing to help him should he need it. His smile back to me seemed genuine, and it gave me a little lift as I headed to my office. I rushed through my work, and at eleven-thirty, I headed back to Ken’s work area.

“I’m headed down for some lunch in just a little bit. Are you interested in joining me?”

“Thanks, but my wife made me lunch.” He held up a bag.

I was cut down at the knees.

“Truthfully, I think my son Aiden made lunch. The bitch would have poisoned it.” He smiled and chuckled, but the laughter seemed to cover up that fact that she very well might have poisoned it had she made it.

“Well, if you want someone to eat it with, I’ll be back in my office in about fifteen.” I walked away. Married. With Children. I should erase him from my list. But I didn’t. As I went down to get my lunch, I went through different scenarios that would lead to an affair with a married man. None of them ended well, and all ended with my being alone.

I had just shaken the dressing on my salad and opened the container when there was a slight rapping on the door frame. I looked up, and Ken was standing there. “John, is it OK for me to come in?”

“Of course,” I said and cleared an area for him. “Pull up that chair.”

“I appreciate this,” he said. “I’ve been eating alone every day. This place isn’t like the old office.

“Yeah? I’m not sure if the guys here are overworked, introverted, or arrogant, but no one has ever asked me to join him for a drink after work. And I always eat lunch alone, too. No one has ever taken me up on an invitation.

“The upside to that is that no one’s ever in my business.”

Ken laughed. “I’d rather avoid questions about my business and have someone to eat with.”

“Well, you’re welcome anytime. I’m here Monday through Friday.”

“As I said, I do appreciate that.”

“So, you’re married and have a son.”

“That’s right. I actually have two sons. Aiden’s eighteen and Jake’s fourteen.”

“Eighteen? You don’t look old enough to have an eighteen-year-old son.” I could tell he was thinking about what to say next.

“Yeah, I wasn’t out of high school when he was born. Aiden might look like my clone, but he was smart enough not to fuck a cheerleader without a rubber.”

Now it was my turn to think about what I was going to say. He was being open; did that mean he trusted me? “So, Aiden’s really good looking, too, then.”

By the way, Ken looked at me and raised an eyebrow just slightly, he wasn’t sure whether I was just commenting, flirting, or…

“He’s a fucking stud,” Ken said. I think I heard regret behind that statement.

“And his mom?” I thought I might push it. “Is she the bitch who would poison your lunch?”

“Ha,” Ken’s face displayed even more seriousness. “She would if she were smart enough to know how.”

“You know her better than I do, but that sounds scary.”

We were silent for a little bit. My salad was almost done. I thought I might probe a little more. “So Jake’s four years younger than Aiden. Is he also a Ken clone?”

“Yeah. He looks like he might be, but his brain is different. He’s a complete nerd. He’s already told me he might be gay.”

“At fourteen, he’s come out to you? That shows you the kind of father you are. He trusts you.”

“OK. I’m going to tell myself to shut-up. I’ve already said things to you that I shouldn’t tell someone I just met.” He took the last bite of his sandwich and looked at me. “You’re too easy to talk to.”

“That’s not exactly a fault, is it?”

We stared at one another in a kind of showdown. “You don’t need to worry,” I told him. I won’t share anything you’ve said with anyone. You can trust me.”

Ken put his trash in the paper bag and stood up. I was sure I saw him adjust himself as he went to the door.

“Ken,” I said. I wanted him to turn so I could get another look at him. “I mean it. You can trust me. He left to go back to his desk. At least that’s what I figured. I turned to get back to my work. I could finish a little early if I got right on it, so I did.

I went into overdrive and had completed all but one of the things on my list when an email came through with a request, an urgent request. I cranked out a working solution just as the clock read five. So much for my finishing early and waiting to pounce on Ken as he left his cube. I shut down, turned off the lights, and headed out.

“You have a minute?”

I jumped a little. Ken stood behind me a few feet.

“Sure.” One look in his eyes and I wanted to tell him that he could have the whole night. “What’s up?”

“I’m just not ready to go home quite yet.” He paused. “And I want to apologize for the way I acted earlier. I made it sound like it was your fault that I blabbed the way I did.”

“No. I didn’t take it that way. Everything is cool.”

“My kids are going to see a movie tonight, and I…” He looked around and spotted one of the backless benches scattered throughout our office. He walked over to it and took a seat. Something was bothering him.

I sat next to him on the bench and put my hand on his shoulder. “It’s OK. You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready to. We can just sit here.”

Ken turned and looked at me. He smiled then looked back at the floor.”

“I asked my wife out to dinner.”

At that moment, I heard someone holler, “Dad.”

Ken and I looked up at the same time to see someone waving his arm. It was his clone, Aiden. Wow. No eighteen year old deserved to be that hot. In t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, he oozed youthful masculinity from every pore. His little brother was next to him, and if I were ten years younger, I would have found him every bit as hot as his brother and father.

“Aiden, Jake. What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Dad,” Aiden’s voice had that smooth tenor quality that causes erections in the impotent. “The movie doesn’t start until 8:00, so we thought we’d try to say hello before you went home.”

I stood up. “I let you go, then.”

Ken put his hand on my arm. “No. Let me introduce you.” The touch of his hand on my arm made my heart beat a little more quickly.

Stop it, I told myself. He’s married with two kids. He’s not the man you’re looking for.

“John, this is my son Aiden. Aiden, this is John Lockhart.”

I shook Aiden’s hand. A strong firm handshake and a strong look directly into my eyes. Nothing else. No little zap of attraction, nothing.

“Jake’s my younger son; Jake, this is John.”

I shook Jake’s hand. A strong grip for a fourteen-year-old; his father had taught him well. My gaydar did not sound any alarms, and I was glad. I was gay, but not a pedophile. Three hot men standing in front of me, one too married, one too straight, and one too young. At least the father was in the friend zone; I could always use one of those. The kids took off after saying hello, and Ken sat back on the bench.

“Do you want to get something to drink or to eat?”

“No. I shouldn’t drink anything before heading home.”

“Fair enough,” I said. And then I sat there quietly. Ken didn’t say anything for about five minutes.

When he broke the silence, I wasn’t sure I was going to find out why I was sitting here, but I started to think that I would love to have a friend who would just sit with me when I needed it. No questions. No demands. Just quiet.

“I texted my wife when I found out the kids were going to the movie. I’m not sure I should show you what she wrote.” Ken was silent again.

“But it’s bothering you,” I said softly.

Ken pulled out his phone and handed it to me.

His message read: “The kids are at the movies tonight. How about dinner and a movie for us?”

The reply: “How about you stick a butcher knife up your ass? I’ll be home late, if at all.”

I put my arm around Ken. “I thought you were joking about the poison.”

“I wanted to stay together until Jake was in college. I don’t see how I can do it.”

“You need to see a lawyer. I’m not sure the police can do anything. It’s a threat, but it’s said in a way that it’s not a direct threat. You need to protect your assets, for your sake, and your sons’ sakes.”

“You’re right. That’s what I’ve been thinking. I just needed someone to agree with me. I’ll try to see someone tomorrow.”

“Do you need a place to stay? You and the boys? Somewhere safe?”

“I think we’ll be ok.”

I pulled out my phone. “Tell me your number.” He gave it to me, and I entered it. I texted my name along with the office. “You let me know if you need anything. Even if it means waking me up. OK?”

“OK. Thanks.”

The next day, Ken did not show up for work on time. I was concerned, but I thought he might be talking to a lawyer. No one asked me about it, and I didn’t volunteer anything. At about ten-thirty, he came in. He looked a little tired, but nothing out of the ordinary. On my morning bathroom break, I walked by his cubicle and gave a little thumbs up with a questioning look on my face. He smiled and gave me a thumbs up. “Tell me when you’re getting lunch. I need to get a salad.”

“You’re on.” I went about the rest of my morning duties, and at lunch, I stopped again by his cube. We didn’t talk until we were back in my office.

“So, I saw a lawyer. He told me that I should stay in the house if I want to keep it. I’ll send the boys to stay with you if things get nasty, but the lawyer recorded the texts and told me he would get on the paperwork right away.

“I don’t want to keep the house; I think we should sell it. I can get an apartment so Jake can finish high school with his friends. The boys knew something was wrong. Aiden asked me if I was your boyfriend; he said he sensed something between us.”

“It’s probably because I knew from the outset that you were a good guy and that we would be close friends.” That was only a partial lie, but I knew the truth wouldn’t help either one of us in the long run.

“I appreciate that, John.” Ken started on his salad.

Lonely days and lonely nights to the rhythm of ‘Wasted Days and Wasted Nights’ went through my head, but I knew it was all for the best.

That night, I reread one of the encounters from my journal. I jerked off, and afterward, I lay on my bed feeling alone and empty. I continued having lunches with Ken. Our friendship grew and strengthened.

About a month later, their house was for sale, and they had a yard sale to get rid of furniture and the like. The boys stayed in my spare bedroom where they stored some of their keepsakes, and their father stayed in the house on an air mattress. He had a two-room apartment rented that would be available three days before closing.

I was actually enjoying having company during this time. Jake needed transportation to his summer activities. Aiden was off secretly doing something. I didn’t pry; he was an adult, and he knew he could talk to me about anything.

One day, while Jake and I were talking, I sensed that Aiden was listening just inside the bedroom door. Jake and I were on the couch eating popcorn while some awful band was playing from his phone. Jake was asking questions about what it was like to be gay in high school. I kept it honest, but appropriate. I discovered that he was the brother any kid would love to have. He made me laugh.

The day finally came when they moved into the new apartment, and as they left the last time as my roomies, I knew they’d be back as my friends. I started to clean and rearrange a few things, do laundry, and decide what I wanted for dinner. I was about an hour into things when there was a knock at the door.

“Aiden? Did you forget something?”

“Yeah,” he smiled.

“I forgot to tell you that I was falling in love with you.”

“What?”

“I talked to my dad after we left, and I told him I was transferring to the university here and that I had started to develop feelings for you, and that I wanted to live with you instead of at the dorm.”

“I need to sit down.” I went to the couch.

“I’ve been hiding things from you since the first time I met you. I guess I was hiding things from everyone, including myself.”

“What’d your dad say when you told him?”

“He said you’re the kind of man who would make a great son-in-law.” Aiden put his hand on my knee.

I felt an electrical jolt go through me. “That’s what was missing the first time.”

“Huh?” asked Aiden.

“The first time we met, when we shook hands, you were so hot and sexy, that I expected to feel something when our hands touched, but I didn’t feel anything. But I did just now.”

“Can I stay with you then? Can we see if there’s…”

“Well, I can say there’s definitely something physical. But, yeah, I’d like to see if there’s more.

Aiden leaned forward and kissed me. I kissed him back, and soon we were acting like two teenagers.

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After a hard days work you come home and something feels different, like somebody has been in your house. You grab the baseball bat from by the door and cautiously look around. You get to your bedroom door, drop your bat and your jaw. There displayed ever so nicely bound to your bed is the most fuckable piece of arse you have ever seen. You slowly approach the bed, he’s aware someone’s there but is unable to see due to the blindfold. You get instantly hard. You can feel you cock pulsating in your pants. You strip off slowly not wanting to take your eyes of your prize. With his legs bound the way they are, he is in the perfect position to drive home but you don’t, you climb over his bound body and line you cock up with his big lips and sink down. It sends a shudder through you whole body you can’t stop your self from moaning. You drop your head and in perfect view is his even more perfect pink ring. You slowly and softly kiss his taint, you start sucking on his cheeks leaving two big purple love bites before kissing his ring making him squirm in his bindings. Simultaneously his throat flexes bringing the best feeling to your sensitive cock which is now balls deep in his throat. You start to give him a love bite on his hole causing him to buck and squirm, as much as he can in his bound state. You start to flick your tongue across his cute little pink ring making it wetter and wetter. But the perfect ring should be display on ones finger. You slowly insert your finger causing him to pause briefly and then suck faster. You start pistoning your finger in and out of him while continuing to lube his hole with your spit. You start rubbing his prostate cause his cock to start leaking cum at an unbelievable rate. The excitement is too much and you start to feel your orgasm approach. It feels so good but you have to stop. You pull out leaving an sting of Pre cum and saliva between his lips and your now shiny red mushroom top. With your cock and his arse nice and wet you reposition yourself, line up your cock and slide in nice and slow. You savour the feeling of being buried balls deep in the tight warm crevice that is his arsehole, your arsehole. You start to rock back and forth building speed as you go, pulling all the way out and then driving home each time, you are long dicking his tight hole. You continue fucking him like this until you feel your orgasm building again not wanting to stop, you grab one of the toys he’s left for you on the side cupboard….a penis extender. You slide it over you cock and drop your balls through the loop. Taking the sensitivity away you line up to mount up again, you slide in his worked hole and it sends him crazy. His moaning is so loud you think a neighbour might call the cops, as appealing as a foursome sounds you grab his underwear and shove it in his mouth muffling his cries of pure pleasure. You continue fucking him and as his breaths quicken and you feel his orgasm approach you pull out remove the sheath and slam back in. You are on the edge of coming you quicken your pace and in harmonious fashion you blow at the same time. You, spraying his insides and him covering his chest and some of his face. You collapse on top of his sandwiching his cum between you. You gather yourself and pull out. With your cock coated in your love juices you slide your cock into his mouth so he can clean you off.  You cock to sensitive to stay long you pull out and grab another of his toys, a Bluetooth butt plug, you slide it into his used hole, for how you just used him it fits in snug. You go and lay on the couch to rest, you turn on the plug and you can hear his muffled cries of post argasmic torture as you drift off to sleep.

You wake some hours later with a raging hard on, if only you had a place where you could sink that dick, oh wait a second, you do and you can still hear it’s muffled moans. You head down to see the boy still blindfolded with the biggest pool of cum you’ve ever seen running down the sides of his trembling body. The toy has been milking his prostate the whole time. You smile and ramp up the plug just as he starts to sob from the orgasmic torture you slowly pull the plug from his arse. He sighs in relief, and out of sheer exhaustion he passes out. You take this time to change his position but before you do you gather up his pool of cum, it will make great lube for later. You clean him off and flip him on his stomach re binding him to the bed. He starts to come to, having prepared a drink and a dose of sugar so he can keep his energy up, you position the straw so he can drink, he slurps it down in ten seconds flat, he was thirsty. Now for the sugar…some whipped cream should give him an energy boost. You spray it down the length of your cock and tell him to open wide. After the can is finished all that attention to your meat has got you boned again. You pour the contents of the cup you saved down the crack of his arse, you start running your dick up and down his crack lubing your cock and teasing his hole at the same time. When you’re ready you line up and push in, wondering how he is just as tight as he was before. Having regained your strength you piston in and out of him like a jackhammer you swap between jackhammering him and long dicking him until you are well and truly spent your breaths quicken and again simultaneously you erupt together exhausted you collapse on top of him mashing your sweaty bodies together you drift off to sleep with your cock still inside him and dream of the things you will do to him tomorrow remembering the toys you have in your own cupboard.

The next morning you wake from your dream of last nights extremely erotic events feeling like you wet the bed. You open your eyes confused when you realise you just had a wet dream. Still with you cock planted in the boys cunt you grin and give yourself a little chuckle. Starting to grow hard you figure this is the best way to wake your boy-toy. You start out slow. Soft. Romantic. You make love to the boy, as you nibble on his ear lobes he starts to disturb. Now that he is awake you pick up speed with your balls slapping against him  the pleasure is too much and you can’t take it anymore you drive you cock in one more going as deep as you can possibly go, considering your dream you surprise yourself with the amount of cum you pump into the bound boy. You pull out ready to start your day, unsatisfied and not having cum the boy groans in disappointment. Not being your fault the boy couldn’t cum you decide to teach him a lesson you walk out to your freeze and grab a handful of ice coming back to the bedroom you grab a small bag from the cupboard, you press the ice against his still rigid cock, almost making him harder, eventually his boner fades giving you just enough time to slide his cock into the chastity device locking it shut. The cold steel arousing him, he starts to get hard filling the cage he starts to squirm. Obviously uncomfortable. Satisfied that he now won’t be able to leave unless he never wants to have his cock stimulated again you release him from his bindings. Being such a quality fuck you give him free reign of the house, he starts by having a shower washing off all the cum and sweat from last nights endeavour. 

Finishing his shower he exits the bathroom with his cock straining in its cage somebody must have been a bit horny in the shower. You slap him on the arse causing him to jump, you watch as his cute little arse walks down the hallway,  you smile to yourself taking note of the two purple circles on his arse cheeks. The day comes and goes both of you spending the day doing trivial things, like walking down the street to do some shopping, you can’t help but stay boned knowing that beneath his clothes the boys cock is locked away in a cage and you hold the key. Any chance you get you whisper the dirty things you plan on doing to him, causing him to wince as he’s cock tries to grow in its prison. He must be enjoying it because while standing at the checkout you notice the wet patch forming in his pants. This causing you to get an erection of your own, not wanting to wait till you got home you make a detour, heading to the town oval, you make you way to the top of the bleachers, looking for other signs of life, once satisfied your alone you bend him over the bench tugging his pants down to reveal his perfectly framed arse in a sexy black jockstrap. Lubing his hole you slide in, as you fuck him your balls slapping against his taint echoing in the empty stand. As you start getting close, you build up speed, the slapping of you balls getting louder turning you on even more, your balls contract and you spray your load in him again. Composing your self you get up and not wanting to dirty your clothes with your cum covered cock you make him clean you off shoving your member between his lips. When satisfied you’re clean, you go to leave and you notice the pool of cum on the bench seat that leaked from the boy as you fucked him. You make your way down the stairs as a group of guys pass you. You smirk wondering if they’ll find what was left behind.

Sitting down eating the lunch he prepared, you find yourself getting sleepy, laying down on the couch to rest your eyes you start to feel your cock stiffening as fall in to a deep sleep. When you wake up you know something is wrong you are no longer where you fell asleep. You are in your bedroom you go to get up buy you can’t move you are the one now bound to the bed, before the restraints were a huge turn on, now you are not so sure. The boy where you cock so perfectly fits entered the room happy that you are finally awake. Informing you that since he has no control of his cock you won’t have control of yours stating that the food wasn’t just spiked with night night pills but viagra as well. Your erection now dawns on you painfully erect. He moves close climbing on top of you, placing the blindfold on you removing one of you senses. He then moves to line his mouth up with your rock hard fuck stick and his hole with your lips. He lowers his lips down the length of your shaft causing your eyes to roll back in your head, his expert skills being to much you start to moan, you start talking dirty to him, you take it one step to far saying something you instantly regret but it was too late he heard you and would now silence you by lowering his squeaky clean ring down on your face. Having no other alternative you start to rim his sweet little hole. As you start to probe deeper his pace on your cock quickens, it felt so fucking good, if that’s how he would respond you knew what to do as you quicken you pace he speeds up as well almost to the same speed you fucked him the day before. As if like a sixth sense to an impending orgasm he vanishes from the room leaving you on the edge of orgasm. Giving you enough time for your orgasm to retreat he returns to the room you only know he is there when you feel the movement on the bed, feeling like he was standing over you, you nervously await what comes next. He slowly crouches down impailing himself on your rigid cock, he lift slowly all the way off and the lowers him self down again he continues this for ten minutes before he starts to polish your cock head with his hole bouncing up and down on the head of your cock and the head alone. Again as you are about to shoot your load he leaves, leaving you bucking and pulling at the restraints. Willing to do anything to cum you give him the location of the key to his cage (sure you’ll find a way to put him back in it later). You hear him renter the room, he starts opening your cupboard doors, what’s he looking for? Thanks to you he know you have some toys of your own, you feel something tight slide over your cock unsure what it is until it comes alive with vibrations….he found your vibrator. Slowly he moves the sheath up and down. Multitasking he positions his cock in front of your lips wait for you to moan again he seizes his chance and shoves his impressive cock between your lips. Being kept on the edge of orgasm has turned you to mush, you start sucking on his cock like a baby and it’s dummy, he starts thrusting in and out of your mouth, you orgasm builds for the third time but the vibrator is shut off you can feel you cock pulsating, you can feel it right at the eye of your cock, your finally going to blow and “mmmmhm” the load goes…..straight down your throat….it was his orgasm. You are so much on the edge from being denied and orgasm you whole body is numb, so numb in fact at first you didn’t feel him start sucking your cock, being so sexually charged you are on the edge in minutes, you feel you orgasm build again sure he is going to pull off, he starts deep throating your shaft and an incredible rate you feel your balls tighten and like no orgasm before you cum torrent after torrent and he swallows it all, but he doesn’t stop sucking in fact he gets faster, sucking on your extremely sensitive head, just when you think you are going to cry you orgasm again, you remain in orgasmic bliss for what feels like for ever you are completely in aware that he has untied the restraints. You thank him for the unbelievable orgasms you just had. He crawls up to your side resting his head on you chest and there incapsulated in your arms you both drift off to sleep.

You wake up to a blowjob, the boy is back sucking your dick. You reach down and start fingering him, wriggling you finger tickling his prostate. Overwhelmed, with horniness you flip him on to his back and slide you dick in to his warm hole. He wraps his legs around your waist pulling you close together, where you start sucking on his ears making him squirm. Smelling of sex and cum you come up with the perfect solution. You slide him to the edge of the bed and pick him up with your cock balls deep in the boy, you walk to the shower. After getting the temperature right he holds onto the shower rail supporting some of his own weight. Giving you the freedom to fuck him, you build up speed fucking him harder and faster as you go. With his nipples at perfect height you start sucking on them driving him crazy. You shoot your load, completely spent, you stay inside of him until you go limp. As you soften he slides down your body kissing everything on his way. You lower yourself down sitting on the bottom of the shower at this heigh and having no energy to protest you willingly take his cock in your mouth focusing mostly on his head. He applies a little pressure to the back of your head and you start taking his cock deeper until you feel his balls resting on your chin. You deep throat him surprising your self at how well you are doing and not gaging. As you both feel his orgasm approach he pulls his cock from your slightly disappointed mouth he joins you on the shower floor, and rapidly jerks his cock to climax spraying your chests and faces. Spent he rests his head on your shoulder as the water cascades over your bodies, you kiss his cum covered lips.

Work was crazy busy the next couple of weeks, I would leave work early and come home late, which meant I did not see Keith or Louise. A few times Louise left some cookies or other treats with a note outside my apartment door. She even offered to shop for me, if I needed anything, but I heard nothing from Keith.

Finally work started to calm down a bit and I returned to a normal schedule. As I pulled into the driveway, I saw Louise packing up the car and offered to help her. “Are you and Keith going on a trip?” I asked as I lifted a suitcase into the SUV. “Just me. My sister is having knee surgery and I am going to help her for a couple weeks. Keith will stay here as he would be totally bored there.” She said with a smile then closed the back door of the vehicle. “Maybe you could have him come by for some pizza and watch a game if you wanted?’ she asked then gave a wave and drove off.

On Sunday, there was a knock on my door and Keith was on the other side. “I don’t mean to intrude but Louise is gone, and I wanted to see if you wanted to watch the game” He asked holding up a case of beer. Keith was wearing some sweatpants and his team jersey, and I couldn’t help noticing his dick flopping around in the soft material as if he had no underwear on “Sure that would be great. I’ll order some pizza” I said stepping out of the way to let him in.

The pizza arrived and we sat mostly quiet watching the game and drinking some beers. Keith and I talked casually, commenting a few times on the game. I couldn’t help watching Keith out of the corner of my eye. He was a really good-looking man, but generally older than the guys I typically messed around with.

Finally, the game came to an end and I muted the volume on the post-game wrap-up. Keith sat quietly drinking his beer still staring at the tv in silence. “You know, I never did that before” Keith finally said still staring at the tv. “Sure, I thought about it a few times, but until you moved in, I never imagined I would ever do it. Just one of those things you occasionally think about while you are watching some porn or something.” Keith said and it almost felt like he was talking to himself.

I wanted to say something to him, but I had no idea what to say. I wasn’t even sure where he was going with this. “Hey Keith, I’m sorry.” I started. “I liked it” he said softly cutting me off. “I haven’t cum that much in a long time. That blowjob you gave me was the best I ever felt.” He said sounding a bit more excited. Then it was if the wind was let out and he once again dropped his head and became quiet.

I looked over and I could see the bulge forming in Keith’s sweatpants. He was getting excited talking about it and that was causing me to get excited. “I can help you with that if you want.” I said and Keith perked up. “But I need to get off too” I said shifting my eyes to my crotch and waiting for a response. “Ok” Keith said softly then reached to pull his sweatpants over his boner causing his big hard dick to snap back against his stomach.

I got down on my knees in front of him and pulled his sweats down his legs and then completely off. “Remove your shirt” I said before getting started. Keith looked at me for a moment, then reluctantly removed his shirt. I looked over his body, fully naked for the first time. Keith had a nice body. Not a gym body but one he gained from hard work rather than machines.

I took Keith’s dick in my hand and started to slowly stroke it. Keith sat almost perfectly still except for his chest rising and falling with his breath. I bent forward and flicked my tongue at the tip of his cock, then with my fingers I squeezed gently and precum formed at the head. I licked it slowly, moving my head so Keith could watch. Then I squeezed again and even more precum oozed from the head.

This time I bent forward and licked it up but held it on my tongue. Still holding his cock in my hand, I moved up Keith’s body and ran my precum coated tongue over one of his nipples. Keith let out a moan and his whole body vibrated. I licked around the nipple, feeling the wisps of hair that circled it with my tongue. Keith’s cock swelled in my hand as I teased his nipple.

I could feel Keith begin to relax as I continued to lick around his nipple. I parted my lips slightly and began to suck the nipple into my mouth. Keith arched his back pushing the nipple harder against my mouth. I took this as a sign that he liked it and I applied more pressure.

While I continued sucking on his nipple, I released his cock, and moved my hand up to the other nipple, grasping it with my thumb and forefinger. The more I sucked and twisted his nipples the more he seemed to enjoy it. While I worked Keith’s nipples, he reached his hand between us and started to play with his cock. I wanted to make this last, so I reached down and moved it away. Keith let out a sound of frustration but did not fight me.

“Suck it” he said finally, the desire growing in his voice. I moved my mouth down trailing over his stomach to his dick. I lifted it away from his body at the base and examined it. Keith’s dick was over 7 inches and moderately thick. He did not trim his pubes or his balls. His pubes were dark and full like I liked them, and his balls were coated with soft downy fuzz.

I bent my head down and ran my tongue up over Keith’s balls and he let out a sucking sound and his head went back against the sofa. I slowly licked up the underside getting the good musky sent of his cock. The smell of a real man always drove me crazy. As I approached the head of his cock, I started to slowly lower my mouth. Keith was horny and tried to buck up into my mouth. “Relax and let me do it” I said looking into his eyes. Keith did not say anything, and I went back to work.

Soon I had my mouth down over his cock and I was working my mouth towards his pubes. Keith’s dick was rock hard as I slowly took it deeper and deeper into my mouth. “Yeah buddy, that feels great” Keith said in little more than a whisper. I began working his cock with my mouth. I knew I could get him off quickly, but I wanted it to last, so I began teasing him by slowing down and even stopping, for a few moments, which was frustrating Keith.

Finally, without warning I stopped what I was doing completely and stood up. My dick was at face level with Keith and it was rock hard and pressing against my shorts. I did not say anything I just waited for him to make a move. Finally, he reached out with his hand and touched the bulge gently as if it would bite him. “Touch it” I said a bit sharply. Keith moved his hand and started to slide it up over the outline of my cock.

“Take it out” I said watching him and he looked up at me as if to say, “I don’t do that”. I did not ask again, I just waited. Finally, Keith reached up and pulled my shorts down roughly over my hard cock then just stopped. “Touch it. If you want me to get you off, you have to help me out” I said. He looked up at me and there seemed to be a bit of anger on his face, but he reached out and touched my cock. “Yeah that’s it now stroke it” I said, and he ran his fingers up the length, but did not seem to put much energy into it.

I took his hand and wrapped his fingers around my cock. “Like this” I instructed moving it up and down the shaft. My dick was about the same thickness as Keith’s but a bit over 8 inches. I did not completely shave my pubes, but I did trim them to keep them neat. Keith began to move his hand up and down my cock on his own and I stood there watching. I could feel myself getting close and stopped him.

Follow me I said and headed into the bedroom and began taking off my cloths. A few moments later Keith slowly approached the room, his dick hard and bobbing in front of him as he walked. “Lay on the bed” I said, and Keith moved to the side and slowly laid down. Every move was slow and cautious. I moved to the foot of the bed and began moving my mouth up the inside of his leg. Slowly licking the hair as I went.

Keith was propped up on some pillows and just watched every move I made as I got slowly closer to his balls. Finally, my face was below his balls and I began to give them a good licking with my tongue. As soon as my warm mouth hit his balls his dick jerked and precum oozed from the head. I pulled his cock back and licked the precum slowly showing it rolling on my tongue. Keith did not say anything.

I dipped my head back down to his balls and then started to dart my tongue between his legs, then I placed a hand under one leg and pushed it upward, giving me more access between his legs. Slowly I went lower and lower. I placed a hand under Keith’s other leg then pushed that one up as well.

Now I had clear access to what I wanted. I laid flat on the bed and positioned my face at Keith’s hairy ass. Starting at the bottom of his ball sack, I slowly dragged my tongue downward until it came close to his hole. As I approached, I could feel Keith tense up a bit. “Relax” I said and continued moving down lower into his hairy ass.

On my first pass I ran my tongue along the crack barely touching the hole. Each pass I slowly came closer and closer until my tongue raked over his puckered virgin hole. Finally, I began to focus directly on the hole flicking my tongue at it and teasing it. Keith moaned and took his cock in his hand, but I moved his hand away. “Don’t touch” I said sternly and went back to his ass.

Now I began to really work my tongue into the hole driving it harder into him. Again, Keith tried to grab hold of his cock and again I stopped him. “Please” he said so softly I could barely hear him. I continued working on Keith’s ass, his moaning getting louder as he squirmed on the bed. “Do you like it” I asked. “Yes, god yes” Keith said in a husky voice. “Do you want to cum?” I asked still poking at his hole. “Yes please” Keith said sounding desperate.

I got up and moved closer, Keith’s legs were wrapped around me and my dick lay on top of his. I took both cocks in my hands and began to stroke them together. Keith’s dick started to ooze precum that I scooped up and used as lube between us. “Oh fuck” Keith said trying not to make too much eye contact.

Keith’s breathing got a bit ragged and I suspected he was getting close to an orgasm. I dropped both cocks and Keith shot me a look. “Jerk me off” I said still hovering over him. Keith reached forward and grabbed my cock roughly. “Get it wet first” I said but Keith did not respond. I took his hand and brought it up to my face, then I ran a wet tongue over it then moved it back to my cock.

“Yeah that’s much better” I said. Keith began stroking me and this time it felt like he wanted to. Not as if he were just doing me a favor. I placed my hand on his chest to balance myself. “Do you like it?” Keith asked sounding like he wanted approval. “Yeah man it feels good” I said watching him stroke me.

“Stop” I said pulling my dick from his hand. I was close and wasn’t ready to cum yet. I moved back down to Keith’s ass and this time he lifted his legs up giving me access. I smiled as I started to lick his hole again knowing that he liked it. This time I did not take my time, I drove my tongue into his ass, then I gently brought my finger to his hole and began using it in addition to my tongue.  

“Oh fuck” Keith moaned loudly. At first, I was afraid that Louise would hear then I recalled that she was out of town. Soon I began to slowly insert my finger into his wet hole. Keith grabbed his cock and began pumping it while I licked and fingered him. I did not try to stop him his time. I knew he would not hold off much longer and I wanted to show him how good it would feel to have an orgasm with my tongue and finger in his ass.

“Oh fuck” Keith said lifting his legs up even higher giving me even more access to his hole. “I’m going to cum” he said through raspy breaths. His ass quivered and started to spasm as I continued working his ass. Then for a moment he went completely still, his body tightened and then I could feel his ass lock down on my finger. I pulled my head up just in time to see his dick spray a huge blast of cum across his body on the wall behind my bed.

While he continued stroking his cock, Keith reached down and took hold of my hand. I thought he wanted my finger out of him but instead he pushed my finger in deeper as he continued to cum. A loud unintelligible set of words left his mouth and then his body relaxed, and he slumped weak on the bed as he softly panted.

Finally, I slid my finger out of his ass and moved up on my knees so that I was once again hovering over him. Before I could reach for my cock, Keith took a blob of cum on his hand and began to stroke me. I looked at his body coated in cum as he started to slide his hand up and down my cock shaft.

I imagined what it would feel like to stick my hard dick into his tight virgin hole as I slid my dick in his hand making a slow intense fucking motion. Keith held my cock as I fucked his hand. It did not take long, and I could feel my cum getting ready to shoot. I hadn’t cum in a few days and I knew it would be a good-sized load.

“Fuck buddy I am getting close” I said watching him stroke me. Keith adjusted his grip on my cock and started to make a slight twisting motion that added to the intensity. I arched my back and let Keith work my cock. His hand felt really good and I could feel the cum getting ready to shoot. A couple more strokes and my first shot blasted from my cock and landed directly on Keith’s face and open mouth.

Keith’s eyes widened for a moment at the warm creamy liquid entered his mouth. I expected him to freak out, but instead he continued jerking my cock, cum clinging to his lips and dripping off his chin. “Stop” I said finally as my orgasm ended. My dick had become super sensitive.

I looked down at Keith, his hair was a bit messed and the cum on his face and body only made him look even sexier than I had noticed before. Without thinking I bent forward and placed my lips on his cum coated chin and became to taste it. Keith laid still for a few more moments allowing my mouth to cover his chin and neck, then moved his head away indicating he was done.

I got up slowly as my legs were a bit sore and grabbed a towel and handed it to Keith. Keith took the towel and began cleaning himself up but did not get up. When most of the cum was mopped up he handed me the towel then placed one arm behind his head, propping himself up.

I threw the towel into the laundry basket then came and sat on the edge of the bed next to him as silence fell. “That was incredible” Keith said softly, as he absentmindedly ran his hand over his body. A sense of satisfaction came over me, but I did not say anything. “Do you think we can do it again? Try some other things?” Keith asked.

“Other things like what?” I asked. Keith did not immediately answer. “You can tell me whatever, it’s safe between us.” I replied trying to make him feel comfortable. “Maybe I can try to suck you? Or maybe fuck you.” Keith asked. “That is if you are into that?” he added not sure if he crossed a line. “Maybe something else. I don’t know” he finally said waiting for a response.

I thought about his proposition and figured it was probably safer for him to experiment with me then some random stranger. “Ok we can try some things when you are ready” I said, and a smile crossed his face. I moved off the edge of the bed so Keith could get up and get dressed. We left the bedroom and I followed Keith to the door. He stopped with his hand on the door, then turned to me.

“Thanks Mike” he said and pulled me into a hug. I wasn’t expecting it and I went a bit slack as he did, then I felt his lips on my neck. This wasn’t just a friendly bro hug. “If you keep that up, you are going to need to blow me right now” I said jokingly. Keith broke off the hug and looked at me as if he were going to say or do something then changed his mind and left the apartment.

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Frank Lord was lost. Two months ago his wife had left him, his son was a puffta and his daughter and her husband were refusing to let him see his grandchildren.  He had expected Alice, his ex-daughter-in-law to welcome him with open arms given that she had been the one to suffer most because of his son’s depravity, but even she had refused him entry to her home and like her sister-in-law had banned him from seeing her children. Her reasons had hurt him as he knew that she was wrong in everything she said.

‘Don’t you see what you’ve done Frank? You really don’t do you? You used our daughter, that’s mine and Jason’s daughter Frank. Mine AND Jason’s. You bullied and forced a man I still love and care for into a life of lies. You’ve probably lost Mary because of your bigotry and hatred. Your own daughter won’t let you near her kids because she doesn’t trust you and then you come round here expecting what exactly?’ She stood on her doorstep  like an immoveable statue.

‘You have no right to stop me seeing my grandchildren, and if you’d been any sort of proper wife he’d not have turned. It’s all your bloody fault you stupid bitch.’ He didn’t see the slap across the face coming but feeling the stinging on his cheek he reacted instinctively, the way he had always responded to someone hitting him. His fist flew straight at Alice’s head and connected with all the force he could muster. All the anger and frustration that had built up over the last two months was put into the punch that smashed into Alice and sent her ricocheting into the door frame to fall unconscious at his feet. Frank stared at the crumpled body then at his still clenched fist. He felt a nauseous feeling bubble up inside him and unable to control it threw up all over the unmoving woman he had assaulted. He panicked and ran leaving Alice to what ever fate had in store for her. In his panic he thought only of getting away and he drove his Range Rover like a madman, paying no attention to where he was going or to who or what was in his way. He drove just under five miles and was heading down the by-pass at over one hundred miles per hour before his luck gave out. Something caught his attention in the corner of his eye and he turned his head to look at it. Not realising what he was doing his hands on the steering wheel followed the direction of his gaze and the last thing he ever saw was a magnificent male pheasant in all it’s colourful glory fly straight into his windscreen as he unwittingly steered his car off the road and into the concrete bridge support covered in graffiti. The police would report later that he probably died instantly, but he didn’t. He lived long enough to blame ‘that fucking pheasant’ for his death. Even at his end Frank Lord would take no responsibility for his actions. In his mind he died a blameless man.

Three months later

‘Come on girls time to go.’ Marvin stood by the front door impatiently waiting for his two, soon to be step daughters. Sarah and Amelia – Amy for short, came charging down the stairs shouting and arguing with each other as to who was going to sit in the front with him.

‘It’s my turn you were in front yesterday.’

‘You sat in front with dad last night so it’s my turn today.’

‘That doesn’t count. It’s…’

‘That’s enough. You’ll both go in the bloody boot if you don’t shut up!’

‘Ohh,’ said Sarah. ‘You swore.’ A mischievous glint sparkled in her eye. ‘just like her bloody father’ thought Marvin with a smile.

‘I’ll do more than bloody swear if the pair of you don’t get in the car now and stop arguing.’

‘But…’ began Amy.

‘No buts. No maybes. Get in the back both of you. We’re picking your dad up on the way so he can sit in the front.’ He suppressed a chuckle at the girl’s antics. ‘and don’t forget your seatbelts.’ He got into the drivers seat, checked the girls were safely strapped in then started the engine and guided the Rolls into the traffic.

They were off to finally collect Alice from the clinic so that she could spend the weekend with them. She was repairing well after the incident with Frank had left her in a coma. A brain scan had quickly established that she had a bleed in her brain and that emergency surgery was needed if she was to stand any chance of living let alone recovering. The surgery had been successful and the bleed had been stopped but the surgeon was clear when speaking to Jason later that day that it was impossible to tell how much damage had been done while she had lain near death after Frank had driven off. She not being found until almost an hour after he had so callously left her and the police and ambulance crew were full of praise for the ten year old daughter who had calmly dialled 999. Sarah had relayed what she had found to the operator on the other end of the phone and had then done everything she had been asked to whilst she waited for the emergency services to arrive. She had remained calm and resolute until later that night when Jason along with Marvin, Mary and Liz, having flown up in Toby’s private jet, walked into the hospital waiting room and gathered both his daughters in his arms. Many tears had then been shed and when eventually they were all cried out Jason had introduced them to Marvin telling them they could trust him as a friend and that they would look after the sisters for as long as was necessary.

Sarah looked up at the big man who was crying with them and who was comforting her father with his arm over his shoulder. ‘Are you daddy’s boyfriend?’ Jason and Marvin looked at each other in shock.

‘Yes love he is. And he’s a lovely man who loves your daddy very much.’ Mary took control of the situation in her usual no nonsense manner, and the two girls at once felt safe and secure again. Granny was here, daddy was here and so was this big strong giant of a man who granny said was lovely. Even so neither girl would let go of Jason until the doctor told them that only he was allowed to see their mummy for now and the would have to wait a little while longer. Amy had run straight to her gran whilst after a moments hesitation Sarah had walked over to Marvin and holding her arms up to him said ‘can I sit on your knee please?’ The immediacy of the response and the feeling of strength and security she felt as Marvin gently lifted her onto his lap and held her close began a bond of trust and friendship that would become unbreakable. Within weeks Sarah was calling him daddy M and became fractious and uncommunicative when he wasn’t around.

Alice had remained in a coma for twelve days and for many of them the doctors looking after her were not convinced that she would ever waken. It had taken the intervention of Amy to bring Alice back to them. The girls had been exceptionally brave every time they had been allowed to see their mum. Neither had said much and both had refrained from crying whilst in the room with her. But on day twelve the family was sitting together in the waiting room patiently biding their time until they would be allowed in to see Alice. The ritual was becoming routine and people were less vigilant so  no one was paying attention as Amy slipped into her mum’s room. Unwittingly breaking all the rules she climbed up onto the bed and snuggled down next to her mum and was asleep in minutes. When a nurse came in to check on Alice and she saw the child peacefully sleeping in her mother’s arms her first obvious reaction was to wake her and shoo her out, but something struck her as being different. She looked again at the heart warming scene and then it struck her. The little girl was wrapped in her mother’s arms……….. her arms. Alice had responded to the stimuli of her daughter and moved her arms to cuddle her.

Things progressed quickly after that with Alice waking the following day and being able to communicate within forty eight hours. There was damage to the brain and her coordination was a problem. The NHS did all they could to aid her recovery but it reached a point where more specialist care was needed and that was when, yet again, Toby rode to the rescue. His people quickly found the ideal clinic for her and after five long weeks in hospital Alice was moved to London where she received the best care and treatment money could buy. Jason was concerned at the costs involved and that Toby was insisting there was no problem. He eventually gave in and allowed him to pay after stern words from Liz and Mary.

The girls came to live with their Dad and Marvin and together, with a little help from Mary, the four of them established routines and rules just like any other family. They enrolled at the local school and their lives quickly settled down. And now, after three months with out her, Alice was coming home. It was only for the weekend but it was a start and everyone in the girls’ new extended family did their bit to ensure it went well. Toby insisted they use the Rolls to ferry her back and forth as it was big, easy to access and egress and capable of carrying all five of them in great comfort and safety. Mary and Liz had organised everything Alice needed in her bedroom and Julie was arriving on Saturday.

As Jason sat at the breakfast bar on the Saturday morning watching his children and partner playing together and heard his mum chatting away to Alice in the den where they had set up Alice’s bed to negate the need for her to use stairs, he felt a contentment he had never thought he deserved. For the first time in his life he was happy. He no longer had to lie to anyone. He could love who he chose and the man he had won was beyond anything he had dreamed of as a boy. He realised shortly after Pete and Mike had married that the love he felt for his old friend was just that, the deep love that only good friends can know. The infatuation of his youth and the deep seated belief that he had somehow failed Pete were symptoms of his general unhappiness and resulted from the guilt he felt at living a false life.

‘Are you ok mate?’ Marvin slipped his arms around his waist and kissed the back of his neck. Putting his arms over his lover’s Jason hugged back as best he could. Marvin continued to kiss and lick his neck and ears knowing full well that he was stimulating one of Jason’s most responsive and sensitive erogenous zones. Jason began to moan quietly, hoping no one would hear and turned his head to the side so that he could kiss his man properly. As his tongue slipped into Marvin’s mouth they heard a firm and authoritative voice.

‘Come on Amy our daddies are getting frisky again. Let’s go find mummy and gran and leave them to it.’ As Sarah walked past them on her way to the den she took a moment to pause. ‘You two do know that making out in front of children isn’t polite don’t you?’ she grinned cheekily. Marvin countered quick as a flash.

‘Wait till you’re older and see what we get up to in front of you then madam.’ He quickly released Jason and scooped Sarah up in his arms and blew a big raspberry on her belly. She screamed, wriggled and giggled then threw her arms round Marvin’s neck.

‘I love you daddy M,’ then reaching for Jason she pulled him into the hug. ‘I love you too daddy but daddy M’s more special because he doesn’t have to love us, and he makes you happy.’ Tears welled up in his eyes and he kissed his daughter on her cheek. He felt something tugging at his shorts and knew at once it was Amy. He picked her up and brought her into the family cuddle.

‘I lub you too dadda, and dadda M,’ and putting a hand on each side of his head she leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth then reached across and repeated the manoeuvre with Marvin. Mary and Alice chose that moment to walk into the kitchen. Jason looked at his ex-wife and winked.

He felt he was the luckiest man alive at that moment. He had the love of everyone who was important to him, was financially independent and no longer feared tomorrow. As he watched his daughters run to their mum and felt his lover’s arm slip round his waist to pull him close he released a big sigh, let his hand wander down to his man’s bum, squeezed it and kissed his nose.

‘Thanks Marve. I love you.’

Marvin pinched him back. ‘Love you more,’ then putting his mouth close to Jason’s ear. ‘Love your bum even more.’

‘Mummy, daddy M said bum. I heard him mummy.’

‘Why you little………… come here…’ Sarah ran for the den and Marvin gave chase. The weekend was going to be fine. How could it not be with all this love and joy in the house.

‘Come on Amy, lets go catch them.’ Father and daughter ran to the den to find the other father and daughter while mum looked on and gran put the kettle on for a nice cup of tea.

The End

I don’t really need to go to a swinger’s club for sex. I do just fine on my own, thank you. But I must say that I’m glad I discovered Eden’s Gate because it changed my life.

I’ve never had any trouble getting dates…or sex. I’m a decent-looking guy with an affable personality, and I guess word has gotten around town that I’m good in bed. The women I sleep with know that I’m not interested in any commitments, but they also know that when I depart, I will leave them with a smile on their face and a hum in their honeypots.

For years my friends and relatives pestered me, “When are you gonna get married and settle down, Steve?” And I would always respond that I was having too much fun and that it would be selfish of me to deprive all those women of my amorous pleasures. By the time I hit 35, most of them just gave up and accepted my bachelor life.

Still, I will admit that I was beginning to feel that something was missing in my life. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew that things just weren’t quite right. Then, a few months ago, shortly after I turned 38, a neighbor, Grant, proposed something that, frankly, shocked me at first. He told me that he and his wife had been feeling something similar until they discovered a swinger’s club called Eden’s Gate. “It saved our marriage,” he said, “and our sex lives have never been better.”

“But you have a wife to go with you,” I protested. “I couldn’t go all by myself.”

“Why not?” he asked. “Lots of singles—men and women—go to the club. Come on. Go with us this weekend and check it out. I guarantee that you’ll be glad you did.”

The front door of Eden’s Gate opened to a grand foyer, which preceded a grand staircase. To one side of the foyer lay a very large parlor, which teemed with well-dressed men and women of all ages, socializing over cocktails and an assortment of appetizers. “This gives everyone a chance to check each other out and warm up before moving on to the next step,” explained Jen, Grant’s gorgeous wife.

Grant and Jen are a striking couple, early 30’s, I’d guess. They were probably homecoming king and queen in high school. So, it’s not surprising that they were heartily welcomed the minute we stepped into the room. It seemed like everybody there knew them, and I had to wonder just how well did they know them.

“Everybody,” announced Grant, “I’d like you all to welcome my good friend Steve.” Good friend? I barely know you, dude. Regardless, it drew a crowd to me. All of the women flirted with me openly in front of their husbands and boyfriends, who didn’t seem to mind in the least because they were all making moves on Jen or other men’s ladies.

About half an hour into this fête, I noticed people starting to trickle out of the parlor and up the grand staircase to the second floor. “Is that where the real party is?” I whispered to Grant.

“You got it, man,” he grinned devilishly. “You ready?”

At the top of the stairs, we found another large room, which I would learn later was completely encircled by a corridor full of bedrooms. In the large room, which they called “the garden,” men and women mingled again, but now they stood in various degrees of undress, including about half of whom were completely naked. Around the perimeter of the room, other men and women enthusiastically removed their clothes and lay them on overstuffed sofas and chairs. In the center of the room a man I had met as George in the parlor stood before a very large circular bed.

“Who wants to be Bacchus this week?” asked George.

“Bac…” I started to ask Grant, but he answered simply by raising his hand and pointing his finger down at me.

“We have a volunteer,” cheered George. And before I could protest, I was surrounded by three beautiful naked women, who grasped my hands and pulled me toward the bed. In no time at all, they removed all of my clothes and pulled me into the center of the bed. With everyone else looking on, they kissed and fondled me, producing an instant erection, which drew compliments and even a few gasps from my audience. I’ll spare you the details, but I’ll just say that for the next 45 minutes, I had all three women in just about every position and combination imaginable.

When we finished, the crowd actually applauded, and at least half of them approached me with praise. The women kissed me, and the men shook my hand and patted me on the back or on my chest or on my ass. It all seemed just a tad strange, but I rolled with it.

“Ready for a break before we proceed to round 2?” asked Grant and Jen, who were now both completely naked. God, they were a beautiful sight. Jen was unquestionably one of the prettiest women I had ever seen, and Grant had the body of a Greek god and a dong to match. Bacchus indeed.

With his bare arm draped over my bare shoulders, Grant led me to a cloak room filled with plush white robes. “It’s a club rule,” he said, “that people must be covered in order to go into the parlor downstairs. That’s why we have the robes.” Back in the parlor we refreshed ourselves with more cocktails and hors d’oeuvres as other members of the club approached us intermittently with invitations to be their “guest” for round 2. Somewhat to my surprise, the men seemed just as eager as the women to have me join them. Hmmm.

After about half an hour, Grant asked, “Is your battery recharged now?” He led me on a guided tour of the corridor surrounding the large room, the garden. There were bedrooms of various sizes. Some were just barely large enough for a single bed while others accommodated two king-size beds. “Sometimes, couples swap partners and go into separate rooms,” explained Grant. “Sometimes the four of them go into a room together. And sometimes three or four couples will share a room and make their own rules about who can play with whom, but usually it’s no holds barred. So, what do you feel like?” asked Grant.

“Before you answer that,” interjected Jen, “that answer had better include me. You had me really turned on in the garden, and I can’t wait to get you into one of these beds.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” I confessed. “But what about Grant?”

“How about a foursome?” he suggested. It was actually more like a plea. “Why don’t you pick one of the lovely ladies here to join us?”

I hadn’t really been in a foursome since my frat days in college, and the idea kind of appealed to me. “What’s your pleasure, Grant—blonde, brunette, or redhead?”

“You’re Bacchus,” he laughed. “You pick.”

Seeing a very sexy redhead coming up the stairs in her white robe, I approached and asked if she would like to join us. “I would love to,” she replied, introducing herself as Rachel. “Grant and Jen are always a lot of fun, and you have shown us all that you definitely are too.”

All of the rooms with two beds seemed already to be taken, so Grant led us into a room with one king-size bed. The four of us disrobed quickly and hopped onto the bed. When Jen threw herself at me, Rachel mockingly whimpered, “Have fun, sister, but save some for me.” For several minutes, Rachel just watched and Grant stroked his dick as Jen worked me over, but I soon saw Rachel and Grant going at it as well.

In due course, Jen worked her way down to my cock, which she stuffed into her mouth. I really enjoyed watching Jen suck my dick, but Rachel blocked my view when she sat on my face, inviting me to eat her out.

Damn, Jen was a fantastic cocksucker. I had never had such a great blow job in my whole life, and I have had lots of blow jobs. Imagine my shock when Rachel raised up to reposition herself and I discovered that the mouth on my cock was not Jen’s, but Grant’s. Before I could say, “What the fuck?” Jen attacked one of my nipples, and Rachel descended on the other, and I was left powerless to resist.

I had never been blown by a guy before. Well…there was that one time in college when I got so drunk at a frat party that I zonked out and woke up to find one of my frat brothers sucking my dick…but it was all such a haze that I convinced myself that I had dreamed the whole thing.

Anyway, Grant was going to town on my cock, and I was loving it. Damn, it felt good. When I sensed the first tremors of an imminent earthquake, I tried to warn Grant to pull back, but Jen silenced me by shoving one of her breasts in my mouth. I erupted with the feel of Grant’s mouth still on my dick, and I could feel his tongue slurping up my juices. Fuck! A few of the women who had sucked me off swallowed, but most didn’t. Grant not only swallowed, he kept sucking even after my balls had completely drained. Now, my dick is super-sensitive, so his continuing suction drove me fucking wild. I had no choice but to push Jen off my face and scream in ecstatic agony. I begged Grant to stop before my synapses completely exploded.

Jen and Rachel lay in my arms, one on each side of me, comforting me as I continued to shake for several minutes. Grant just stood and broadcast that devilish grin at me, still licking the nectar from his lips.

The sudden knock on the door caught me by surprise. “Come in, George,” said Grant. “You’re just in time.” Yes, it was the man who had opened the ceremonies in the garden room. George was not exactly a fashion model, but he was reasonably good looking and particularly fit for a man approaching 50. And, like the rest of us, he was completely naked.

As he entered the room like a kid anticipating his birthday party, he stroked Grant’s dick a couple of times before approaching Jen and Rachel, giving each of them a patronly kiss. Then, pointing at my slowly deflating cock, he said, “I see that you’ve enjoyed your introduction to our little club.”

I didn’t know quite what to say to that, but George seemed unperturbed. He simply turned to Grant and smirked, “Ready when you are,” and with that he bent over the bed, and presented his bare ass to Grant, who attacked it with the tenacity of a bull.

I was stunned. The young man with the gorgeous wife, the one who had just sucked me off, was now fucking another man right in my presence…and without any self-effacement or shame. I had never seen a man fuck another man before, and I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Should I watch or look away? Obviously, Grant and George didn’t care if I watched, and it didn’t seem to bother Jen or Rachel either. In fact, they seemed to relish in having an audience.

As Grant humped George, George beat his meat, and just as Grant unloaded into George’s guts, George raised up and shot his wad across the bed and all over Rachel, Jen, and me. And the ladies mopped up the mess with their tongues and fed it back to George and Grant.

I was speechless. Much to my surprise, though, I was not turned off. In fact, I found it quite fascinating…maybe even a bit exciting—because my cock started to inflate again.

“Ah,” said George. “You’re still here, and,” he said, pointing at my cock, “it looks like you might like to become a regular here.”

As George turned to leave, he stopped at the door, turned to Grant, and said, “Why don’t you invite him to Adam’s Night?”

“Hold on, George,” said Jen and Rachel. “We’ll come with you,” leaving Grant and me alone.

Not able to resist the temptation, I bit at the apple, “What’s Adam’s Night?”

“Saturday nights here are open to men and women,” explained Grant, “but we have one night a week set aside for women only or men only. We call them ‘Eve’s Night’ and ‘Adam’s Night’. So, would you like to join us next Friday for Adam’s Night?”

“I…I…I dunno,” I stammered. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Well, how about I give you a little incentive?” he said as he attacked my cock again with his very talented mouth.

After shooting my third load of the night, I panted, “I’ll think about it.”

I muddled through the next week in a quandary. Should I or shouldn’t I? Do I really want to do this, or don’t I? What am I getting myself into? Am I turning into some kind of pervert? Regardless, I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind.

“Tell you what,” said Grant when he called on Thursday night and couldn’t pull a definitive answer out of me. “Why don’t you come over to our house for dinner tomorrow night, and then we can take it from there.”

It’s just dinner. What harm could it do?

After a delicious dinner of pad Thai with green papaya salad and steamed dumplings, which Grant prepared himself, the three of us sat on the patio and reviewed our experience of the previous weekend. “How about a little incentive?” asked Jen, as she teased my body with her hands and fingers. “You go with Grant tonight, and tomorrow night I’ll knock your socks off.”

How could I refuse?

The crowd at Eden’s Gate that night was no smaller than the mixed crowd the previous Saturday. Some of the same men I had met before had returned and were joined by as many men who were new to me. In the parlor, many were well dressed, having come directly from work in their business suits, but some were obviously laborers in work boots, and some younger ones—perhaps college students—were clad in jeans and T-shirts, one of which bore the phrase, “I’d do me.” Upstairs, showers were available for those who needed them, but some of the men seemed to relish the smell and taste of musky dried man sweat. In the garden room, sans clothes, all the men were even better looking.

“Who wants to be Bacchus tonight?” called George, almost like an auctioneer or the emcee of a daytime game show. (Come on down!)

Knowing that I was still somewhat indecisive, Grant did not volunteer me that time, but it was not necessary because three men charged at the bed with a passion and wasted no time pawing and licking each other all over. After some foreplay, they arranged themselves in a triangular 69 position, each sucking another’s cock.

At one point, they regrouped with two of the men spit-roasting the other one, and they culminated in a sandwich, one man fucking another while the third man fucked the one in the middle. When they finished, other men approached the bed and licked up the cum, sharing it with each other in deep, sloppy kisses.

It all seemed so perverted to me, but that didn’t stop me from sporting a raging hard-on the whole time. In fact, as the main event was going on, a couple of young jocks approached me and stroked my shaft and played with my nipples, and I did nothing to discourage them.

“We’ve already got a room,” said one of them, “if you’d care to join us.” Not quite knowing what to say, I looked to Grant, who just led the way with me being escorted by the young studs.

They had staked their claim to a room with a king-size bed. Grant supervised like a bailiff as the two men laid me on the bed and went to work on me, licking, kissing, nibbling, and stroking all over. I didn’t mind any of it until one of them sank his tongue into my mouth. I had never been kissed by a man before, and part of me wanted to resist, but I just couldn’t. I succumbed to the temptation and the arousal of it. The handsome man paused long enough to look me closely in the eyes, smile, and resume his exploration toward my tonsils.

As that man tongue-fucked me, the other worked his way down to my cock, which he took into his mouth and sucked like a Wet-Vac. Damn, I didn’t think anybody could suck as well as Grant had the week before, but this kid was just as good if not better. At the first tremor signaling an incipient eruption, however, he backed off. “Not yet, coach,” he announced. “We’re just getting started.”

Much to my surprise, the two jocks actually lifted me off the bed and carried me to an overstuffed sofa facing the bed. “Enjoy the show,” said one of them, “but don’t you dare jerk off,” he commanded. “We’re not done with you yet.”

By the time they got back to the bed, Grant was already spread eagle in the center of it, where the jocks went to work on him as they had done with me. Once they had brought him to the same precipice, they likewise carried him to the sofa and set him down beside me. We were two rockets begging for liftoff, but as before, they demanded that we restrain ourselves.

They returned to the bed and went at each other like pigs in heat. I must admit that watching two athletic specimens engage in such physical sex was absolutely beautiful, not to mention incredibly arousing. They did to each other all the things they had done to us…and more. With their foreplay completed, one lay flat on his back while the other lubed up his cock as well as his own ass and lowered himself onto the rod. Facing Grant and me, he rode that stallion like a wrangler breaking a bronco. He exploded before his horse, and when he did, he shot in our direction, spraying all over both Grant and me. And when his partner was ready to cum, he lifted up and let the stud spray his own juices all over himself. Once done, they licked the cum up from themselves as well as us and swapped it back and forth several times before swallowing it. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

“Your turn, coach,” they said, as they carried Grant and me back to the bed. I flinched instinctively at the feel of the wet spots on the sheets, but I didn’t object.

They paired us off, one to Grant and one to me. They lubed up our cocks and then their asses and rode us. Rode us hard. I had fucked women in the ass before, but never another man. Watching their faces as we fucked them filled me with a sense of power that I had never felt before. Instead of just letting this guy ride my cock, I fucked back. Hard. I fucked the shit out of him. And the desperation on his face told me that he loved it. He wanted me to own him, and I did.

I looked over at Grant, and he smiled and winked at me—like he understood. It was a silent connection. We were sharing not just an experience, but a bond, a very rare bond between two men. It was not just sex. It was a mutual conquest, and it was fucking incredible.

Once we had dumped our cum into these two colts, I felt not exhausted, but invigorated. I went to the door, opened it, and stood there gloating like the cock of the walk. I grabbed the first guy who walked by and ordered him to step into our cave, where the four of us gangbanged him, and when we were done, I grabbed another one. Finally, one of the college jocks and I double-fucked his teammate while Grant skull-fucked him. I was thrilled with the sensation of my cock rubbing against another man’s dick as we jointly fucked the other one. All told, I fucked four guys that night and went home still on a high.

“After last night,” said Grant to me, “I guess you’re too exhausted to go back to the club tonight, huh?”

“Not at all,” I boasted. “I owe Jen a fuck, and then she can watch me fuck you and as many other men as we can capture.”

That was several months ago, and I’ve been going back every Friday and Saturday night since. In between, those two college jocks have been coming by my house for some private “coaching” at least twice a week, sometimes with their girlfriends and sometimes with one of their teammates or another kid they’ve picked up on campus or in one of the local bars.

Grant has hinted that I should let him fuck me sometime. I’m not ready to go there yet, but several months ago, I never thought I’d be fucking men, so who knows? We’ll see.

THE END

Note: This story is one of a series of stories focusing largely on sex in public places.

Eden’s Gate

Brock Archer

© 2020

I don’t really need to go to a swinger’s club for sex. I do just fine on my own, thank you. But I must say that I’m glad I discovered Eden’s Gate because it changed my life.

I’ve never had any trouble getting dates…or sex. I’m a decent-looking guy with an affable personality, and I guess word has gotten around town that I’m good in bed. The women I sleep with know that I’m not interested in any commitments, but they also know that when I depart, I will leave them with a smile on their face and a hum in their honeypots.

For years my friends and relatives pestered me, “When are you gonna get married and settle down, Steve?” And I would always respond that I was having too much fun and that it would be selfish of me to deprive all those women of my amorous pleasures. By the time I hit 35, most of them just gave up and accepted my bachelor life.

Still, I will admit that I was beginning to feel that something was missing in my life. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew that things just weren’t quite right. Then, a few months ago, shortly after I turned 38, a neighbor, Grant, proposed something that, frankly, shocked me at first. He told me that he and his wife had been feeling something similar until they discovered a swinger’s club called Eden’s Gate. “It saved our marriage,” he said, “and our sex lives have never been better.”

“But you have a wife to go with you,” I protested. “I couldn’t go all by myself.”

“Why not?” he asked. “Lots of singles—men and women—go to the club. Come on. Go with us this weekend and check it out. I guarantee that you’ll be glad you did.”

The front door of Eden’s Gate opened to a grand foyer, which preceded a grand staircase. To one side of the foyer lay a very large parlor, which teemed with well-dressed men and women of all ages, socializing over cocktails and an assortment of appetizers. “This gives everyone a chance to check each other out and warm up before moving on to the next step,” explained Jen, Grant’s gorgeous wife.

Grant and Jen are a striking couple, early 30’s, I’d guess. They were probably homecoming king and queen in high school. So, it’s not surprising that they were heartily welcomed the minute we stepped into the room. It seemed like everybody there knew them, and I had to wonder just how well did they know them.

“Everybody,” announced Grant, “I’d like you all to welcome my good friend Steve.” Good friend? I barely know you, dude. Regardless, it drew a crowd to me. All of the women flirted with me openly in front of their husbands and boyfriends, who didn’t seem to mind in the least because they were all making moves on Jen or other men’s ladies.

About half an hour into this fête, I noticed people starting to trickle out of the parlor and up the grand staircase to the second floor. “Is that where the real party is?” I whispered to Grant.

“You got it, man,” he grinned devilishly. “You ready?”

At the top of the stairs, we found another large room, which I would learn later was completely encircled by a corridor full of bedrooms. In the large room, which they called “the garden,” men and women mingled again, but now they stood in various degrees of undress, including about half of whom were completely naked. Around the perimeter of the room, other men and women enthusiastically removed their clothes and lay them on overstuffed sofas and chairs. In the center of the room a man I had met as George in the parlor stood before a very large circular bed.

“Who wants to be Bacchus this week?” asked George.

“Bac…” I started to ask Grant, but he answered simply by raising his hand and pointing his finger down at me.

“We have a volunteer,” cheered George. And before I could protest, I was surrounded by three beautiful naked women, who grasped my hands and pulled me toward the bed. In no time at all, they removed all of my clothes and pulled me into the center of the bed. With everyone else looking on, they kissed and fondled me, producing an instant erection, which drew compliments and even a few gasps from my audience. I’ll spare you the details, but I’ll just say that for the next 45 minutes, I had all three women in just about every position and combination imaginable.

When we finished, the crowd actually applauded, and at least half of them approached me with praise. The women kissed me, and the men shook my hand and patted me on the back or on my chest or on my ass. It all seemed just a tad strange, but I rolled with it.

“Ready for a break before we proceed to round 2?” asked Grant and Jen, who were now both completely naked. God, they were a beautiful sight. Jen was unquestionably one of the prettiest women I had ever seen, and Grant had the body of a Greek god and a dong to match. Bacchus indeed.

With his bare arm draped over my bare shoulders, Grant led me to a cloak room filled with plush white robes. “It’s a club rule,” he said, “that people must be covered in order to go into the parlor downstairs. That’s why we have the robes.” Back in the parlor we refreshed ourselves with more cocktails and hors d’oeuvres as other members of the club approached us intermittently with invitations to be their “guest” for round 2. Somewhat to my surprise, the men seemed just as eager as the women to have me join them. Hmmm.

After about half an hour, Grant asked, “Is your battery recharged now?” He led me on a guided tour of the corridor surrounding the large room, the garden. There were bedrooms of various sizes. Some were just barely large enough for a single bed while others accommodated two king-size beds. “Sometimes, couples swap partners and go into separate rooms,” explained Grant. “Sometimes the four of them go into a room together. And sometimes three or four couples will share a room and make their own rules about who can play with whom, but usually it’s no holds barred. So, what do you feel like?” asked Grant.

“Before you answer that,” interjected Jen, “that answer had better include me. You had me really turned on in the garden, and I can’t wait to get you into one of these beds.”

“I was hoping you would say that,” I confessed. “But what about Grant?”

“How about a foursome?” he suggested. It was actually more like a plea. “Why don’t you pick one of the lovely ladies here to join us?”

I hadn’t really been in a foursome since my frat days in college, and the idea kind of appealed to me. “What’s your pleasure, Grant—blonde, brunette, or redhead?”

“You’re Bacchus,” he laughed. “You pick.”

Seeing a very sexy redhead coming up the stairs in her white robe, I approached and asked if she would like to join us. “I would love to,” she replied, introducing herself as Rachel. “Grant and Jen are always a lot of fun, and you have shown us all that you definitely are too.”

All of the rooms with two beds seemed already to be taken, so Grant led us into a room with one king-size bed. The four of us disrobed quickly and hopped onto the bed. When Jen threw herself at me, Rachel mockingly whimpered, “Have fun, sister, but save some for me.” For several minutes, Rachel just watched and Grant stroked his dick as Jen worked me over, but I soon saw Rachel and Grant going at it as well.

In due course, Jen worked her way down to my cock, which she stuffed into her mouth. I really enjoyed watching Jen suck my dick, but Rachel blocked my view when she sat on my face, inviting me to eat her out.

Damn, Jen was a fantastic cocksucker. I had never had such a great blow job in my whole life, and I have had lots of blow jobs. Imagine my shock when Rachel raised up to reposition herself and I discovered that the mouth on my cock was not Jen’s, but Grant’s. Before I could say, “What the fuck?” Jen attacked one of my nipples, and Rachel descended on the other, and I was left powerless to resist.

I had never been blown by a guy before. Well…there was that one time in college when I got so drunk at a frat party that I zonked out and woke up to find one of my frat brothers sucking my dick…but it was all such a haze that I convinced myself that I had dreamed the whole thing.

Anyway, Grant was going to town on my cock, and I was loving it. Damn, it felt good. When I sensed the first tremors of an imminent earthquake, I tried to warn Grant to pull back, but Jen silenced me by shoving one of her breasts in my mouth. I erupted with the feel of Grant’s mouth still on my dick, and I could feel his tongue slurping up my juices. Fuck! A few of the women who had sucked me off swallowed, but most didn’t. Grant not only swallowed, he kept sucking even after my balls had completely drained. Now, my dick is super-sensitive, so his continuing suction drove me fucking wild. I had no choice but to push Jen off my face and scream in ecstatic agony. I begged Grant to stop before my synapses completely exploded.

Jen and Rachel lay in my arms, one on each side of me, comforting me as I continued to shake for several minutes. Grant just stood and broadcast that devilish grin at me, still licking the nectar from his lips.

The sudden knock on the door caught me by surprise. “Come in, George,” said Grant. “You’re just in time.” Yes, it was the man who had opened the ceremonies in the garden room. George was not exactly a fashion model, but he was reasonably good looking and particularly fit for a man approaching 50. And, like the rest of us, he was completely naked.

As he entered the room like a kid anticipating his birthday party, he stroked Grant’s dick a couple of times before approaching Jen and Rachel, giving each of them a patronly kiss. Then, pointing at my slowly deflating cock, he said, “I see that you’ve enjoyed your introduction to our little club.”

I didn’t know quite what to say to that, but George seemed unperturbed. He simply turned to Grant and smirked, “Ready when you are,” and with that he bent over the bed, and presented his bare ass to Grant, who attacked it with the tenacity of a bull.

I was stunned. The young man with the gorgeous wife, the one who had just sucked me off, was now fucking another man right in my presence…and without any self-effacement or shame. I had never seen a man fuck another man before, and I wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. Should I watch or look away? Obviously, Grant and George didn’t care if I watched, and it didn’t seem to bother Jen or Rachel either. In fact, they seemed to relish in having an audience.

As Grant humped George, George beat his meat, and just as Grant unloaded into George’s guts, George raised up and shot his wad across the bed and all over Rachel, Jen, and me. And the ladies mopped up the mess with their tongues and fed it back to George and Grant.

I was speechless. Much to my surprise, though, I was not turned off. In fact, I found it quite fascinating…maybe even a bit exciting—because my cock started to inflate again.

“Ah,” said George. “You’re still here, and,” he said, pointing at my cock, “it looks like you might like to become a regular here.”

As George turned to leave, he stopped at the door, turned to Grant, and said, “Why don’t you invite him to Adam’s Night?”

“Hold on, George,” said Jen and Rachel. “We’ll come with you,” leaving Grant and me alone.

Not able to resist the temptation, I bit at the apple, “What’s Adam’s Night?”

“Saturday nights here are open to men and women,” explained Grant, “but we have one night a week set aside for women only or men only. We call them ‘Eve’s Night’ and ‘Adam’s Night’. So, would you like to join us next Friday for Adam’s Night?”

“I…I…I dunno,” I stammered. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Well, how about I give you a little incentive?” he said as he attacked my cock again with his very talented mouth.

After sho0ting my third load of the night, I panted, “I’ll think about it.”

I muddled through the next week in a quandary. Should I or shouldn’t I? Do I really want to do this, or don’t I? What am I getting myself into? Am I turning into some kind of pervert? Regardless, I couldn’t get the thought out of my mind.

“Tell you what,” said Grant when he called on Thursday night and couldn’t pull a definitive answer out of me. “Why don’t you come over to our house for dinner tomorrow night, and then we can take it from there.”

It’s just dinner. What harm could it do?

After a delicious dinner of pad Thai with green papaya salad and steamed dumplings, which Grant prepared himself, the three of us sat on the patio and reviewed our experience of the previous weekend. “How about a little incentive?” asked Jen, as she teased my body with her hands and fingers. “You go with Grant tonight, and tomorrow night I’ll knock your socks off.”

How could I refuse?

The crowd at Eden’s Gate that night was no smaller than the mixed crowd the previous Saturday. Some of the same men I had met before had returned and were joined by as many men who were new to me. In the parlor, many were well dressed, having come directly from work in their business suits, but some were obviously laborers in work boots, and some younger ones—perhaps college students—were clad in jeans and T-shirts, one of which bore the phrase, “I’d do me.” Upstairs, showers were available for those who needed them, but some of the men seemed to relish the smell and taste of musky dried man sweat. In the garden room, sans clothes, all the men were even better looking.

“Who wants to be Bacchus tonight?” called George, almost like an auctioneer or the emcee of a daytime game show. (Come on down!)

Knowing that I was still somewhat indecisive, Grant did not volunteer me that time, but it was not necessary because three men charged at the bed with a passion and wasted no time pawing and licking each other all over. After some foreplay, they arranged themselves in a triangular 69 position, each sucking another’s cock.

At one point, they regrouped with two of the men spit-roasting the other one, and they culminated in a sandwich, one man fucking another while the third man fucked the one in the middle. When they finished, other men approached the bed and licked up the cum, sharing it with each other in deep, sloppy kisses.

It all seemed so perverted to me, but that didn’t stop me from sporting a raging hard-on the whole time. In fact, as the main event was going on, a couple of young jocks approached me and stroked my shaft and played with my nipples, and I did nothing to discourage them.

“We’ve already got a room,” said one of them, “if you’d care to join us.” Not quite knowing what to say, I looked to Grant, who just led the way with me being escorted by the young studs.

They had staked their claim to a room with a king-size bed. Grant supervised like a bailiff as the two men laid me on the bed and went to work on me, licking, kissing, nibbling, and stroking all over. I didn’t mind any of it until one of them sank his tongue into my mouth. I had never been kissed by a man before, and part of me wanted to resist, but I just couldn’t. I succumbed to the temptation and the arousal of it. The handsome man paused long enough to look me closely in the eyes, smile, and resume his exploration toward my tonsils.

As that man tongue-fucked me, the other worked his way down to my cock, which he took into his mouth and sucked like a Wet-Vac. Damn, I didn’t think anybody could suck as well as Grant had the week before, but this kid was just as good if not better. At the first tremor signaling an incipient eruption, however, he backed off. “Not yet, coach,” he announced. “We’re just getting started.”

Much to my surprise, the two jocks actually lifted me off the bed and carried me to an overstuffed sofa facing the bed. “Enjoy the show,” said one of them, “but don’t you dare jerk off,” he commanded. “We’re not done with you yet.”

By the time they got back to the bed, Grant was already spread eagle in the center of it, where the jocks went to work on him as they had done with me. Once they had brought him to the same precipice, they likewise carried him to the sofa and set him down beside me. We were two rockets begging for liftoff, but as before, they demanded that we restrain ourselves.

They returned to the bed and went at each other like pigs in heat. I must admit that watching two athletic specimens engage in such physical sex was absolutely beautiful, not to mention incredibly arousing. They did to each other all the things they had done to us…and more. With their foreplay completed, one lay flat on his back while the other lubed up his cock as well as his own ass and lowered himself onto the rod. Facing Grant and me, he rode that stallion like a wrangler breaking a bronco. He exploded before his horse, and when he did, he shot in our direction, spraying all over both Grant and me. And when his partner was ready to cum, he lifted up and let the stud spray his own juices all over himself. Once done, they licked the cum up from themselves as well as us and swapped it back and forth several times before swallowing it. My eyes nearly popped out of my head.

“Your turn, coach,” they said, as they carried Grant and me back to the bed. I flinched instinctively at the feel of the wet spots on the sheets, but I didn’t object.

They paired us off, one to Grant and one to me. They lubed up our cocks and then their asses and rode us. Rode us hard. I had fucked women in the ass before, but never another man. Watching their faces as we fucked them filled me with a sense of power that I had never felt before. Instead of just letting this guy ride my cock, I fucked back. Hard. I fucked the shit out of him. And the desperation on his face told me that he loved it. He wanted me to own him, and I did.

I looked over at Grant, and he smiled and winked at me—like he understood. It was a silent connection. We were sharing not just an experience, but a bond, a very rare bond between two men. It was not just sex. It was a mutual conquest, and it was fucking incredible.

Once we had dumped our cum into these two colts, I felt not exhausted, but invigorated. I went to the door, opened it, and stood there gloating like the cock of the walk. I grabbed the first guy who walked by and ordered him to step into our cave, where the four of us gangbanged him, and when we were done, I grabbed another one. Finally, one of the college jocks and I double-fucked his teammate while Grant skull-fucked him. I was thrilled with the sensation of my cock rubbing against another man’s dick as we jointly fucked the other one. All told, I fucked four guys that night and went home still on a high.

“After last night,” said Grant to me, “I guess you’re too exhausted to go back to the club tonight, huh?”

“Not at all,” I boasted. “I owe Jen a fuck, and then she can watch me fuck you and as many other men as we can capture.”

That was several months ago, and I’ve been going back every Friday and Saturday night since. In between, those two college jocks have been coming by my house for some private “coaching” at least twice a week, sometimes with their girlfriends and sometimes with one of their teammates or another kid they’ve picked up on campus or in one of the local bars.

Grant has hinted that I should let him fuck me sometime. I’m not ready to go there yet, but several months ago, I never thought I’d be fucking men, so who knows? We’ll see.

THE END

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I have to admit, when I saw it was my dad standing behind me I was absolutely shocked. In my shock, I didn’t however let go of the throbbing cock in my hand. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my fathers. His finger one knuckle deep in my ass.

Despite what you’re probably thinking, I’ve never had these kinds of thoughts about my father. I don’t know how I’d pined over my brother most of my life, but never noticed how sexy my own father was.

As he stood there, his robe hanging open, a devilish grin breaking across his face. I was still too stunned to move. His face came forward, and his lips met mine. It was a chaste peck on the lips.

“You should be more careful, if it had been you mother who saw you riding your brother’s cock, I don’t think she’d have handled it well.” He said to me.

I moaned as his finger reached the second knuckle, “Yes sir” I said.

I was contemplating dropping to my knees and taking my father’s beautiful cock in my mouth, when we heard rustling inside and realized that someone else was awake. My father pulled his robe closed and moved next to me.

Ryan came out onto the deck, “Shit, you guys are always the first two up. I don’t know how you do it.”

My dad quipped back, “The early bird gets the worm.” throwing a sly wink in my direction.

Ryan chuckled to himself, having heard that line from my dad for years. We stood at the railing for a next several minutes in silence. I was still in shock from my father’s finger sliding inside me, feeling this fat cock in my hand, him seeing me ride my brother’s cock.

Our silence was broken when my mom came out and started chattering about all the things she’d planned for today. The three of us looked at each other with a slight eye roll but listened with feigned interest.

She’d made a list of the projects we needed to get done. Enlisting Ryan and Quinton in helping her get the gardens ready, and she handed my dad a list of things she needed from the store. She said that I was to go with him, because I was the only one she trusted to pick out the plants she wanted. My dad turned back around and again threw me a sly wink.

My mom got us all fed and moving, as only a mom can. In less than an hour my two men were in the front yard, already sweating from the work they were doing. I had just finished getting ready, and was watching them through the window.

“Fuck they look sexy” I thought to myself.

As that thought finished, I felt a firm swat on the ass and heard my dad’s voice in my ear.

“Watching your boys work?” He asked in a husky voice.

Turning to look at him, I caught the scent of his aftershave and got goosebumps.

“Yes sir” I said dumbly.

My dad quickly said good-bye to my mom, and I told Quinton and Ryan that we were leaving. My dad and I hopped in the truck and were off.

We got to the end of their road, where there is a “T” intersection. Town is to the right and to the left it gets pretty remote fast. My dad turn left.

I just rode along in silence, not sure what was going on. About a mile down the road he pulled off and onto what I can only guess is a service road. Barely two ruts in the ground, but it led us to a small clearing that was quite private.

My dad shut off the engine and turned to me, “How long have this been going on?” He asked plainly.

I told him the story, not sparing any detail, about what Andy had done, how I’d met Quinton, how Ryan and I started, and finally how we decided the three of us were in love.

My dad looked at me and smiled. “I always knew you and Ryan had a special bond. The way you looked at each other. He was so gentle with you, like you were the most special thing in the world to him.”

I didn’t really know what to say. But then my dad continued.

“I’ve always wondered what being with a man was like. I’ve never tried it, but seeing how much pleasure the three of you got last night, I’ve never cum so hard in my life.”

I’m still not sure what made me do it, but I reached over the center console and gripped his noticeable cock bulge. Sliding my hand up and down the shaft.

“Get out” he said abruptly.

I was scared I’d been wrong about his intent, but followed his instructions.

Getting out, he hopped out the other side too and was heading toward the back of the truck. I followed on my side, meeting him in at the tailgate. I was instantly crushed against it, his body tight to mine and his tongue probing my mouth.

My hand snaked between us once again grasping his cock. It was harder than ever and wet spot was forming in his shorts.

Pulling away I looked into my father’s eyes, “Are you sure you want this?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything.” He said beaming.

That’s all I needed to hear. I dropped to my knees and practically tore open his shorts. His cock slapped me in the face before I caught it in my mouth on the backswing. Not wanting to miss an opportunity I plunged as far as I could down his shaft.

Unlike Ryan, he was thick the entire length, not just at the base. His girth was stretching my mouth.

I gagged a bit as he pushed his fat cock into my throat as he gripped my head. My hands slid up the back of his legs, inside his shorts and gripped his ass. He was moaning loudly at this point.

He pushed me off his cock and pulled me to my feet. Crushing me against his tailgate, his tongue snaked into my mouth. I gladly sucked it into my mouth.

Pulling away from each other he deftly dropped the tailgate and spun me around. In a flash my shorts were around my ankles. I braced myself for a sudden intrusion, but was shocked when I felt his hit, wet tongue slide across my hole.

“Oh fuck.” I called out in shock as he ate my ass like a pro.

I could feel his stubble chaffing my ass. I started grinding my hole back on his tongue.

“Please, I can’t take any more,I need you inside me.” I screamed.

Without a beat I felt him pull away and the blunt head of his cock sliding against my pucker. As he broke through my ring, the girth of his cock became apparent.

“Oh fuck you’re so big.” I squealed.

“I know you love it, don’t you son?” My dad growled at me.

I glanced over my shoulder and smiled.

“Yes sir.” I said with a naughty smirk.

Gritting my teeth I pushed back onto his cock and cried out.

“Fuck me…”

I felt momentary relief from the girth as he pulled back. That feeling was quickly lost as he slammed back inside me.

“Mike, you feel so good.” My dad muttered as he thrust into me.

Sliding his arms around my body, pulling me back into him. His lips on my shoulder giving soft kisses. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back.

“Oh God, fuck me daddy.” I cried out.

“Say it again son.” My dad grunted.

“Fuck me daddy” I cried again.

His hands slipped to my hips and drove himself all the way inside me. I felt his cock swelling inside me, followed by the familiar feeling of cum flooding my guts.

As soon as my ass filled with the warmth of his load, my cock erupted without me touching it, spraying my load onto the ball and hitch below the tailgate. We were both panting, as I felt my father’s body collapse onto my back as his cock was quickly wilting inside me.

As his cock slipped from my body, he pulled me up and spun me around, kissing me again.

“I can’t believe I just fucked my baby boy.” He said with a chuckle.

“I can’t believe my dad has a porn star dick” I said laughing, trying to diffuse any tension or regrets that he might have had.

He must have known what I was trying to do, “I loved it Mikey…I love you son.”

As he said that my hands slid around my dad’s naked hips, and grabbed his ass. I pulled him to me. Our cocks pressed together. I sought out his mouth and kissed him deeply as I squeezed his ass.

“I loved it too daddy.” I said as I looked into his eyes.

We pulled on and straightened our clothes, hopping back into the truck. Remarkably only about 20 minutes had passed, though it felt like he was inside me for hours. We pulled out of the clearing and back onto the road to town. I figured I’d just use the bathroom at the hardware store in town, knowing that I needed to clean up a bit.

As we cruised down the rough country road, I just looked at the masculine man next to me. The man who was always the perfect balance of caring and strictness. The teddy bear who would hold you tight while you cried, then push you back out there to try again.

Pulling into the store lot, I was thankful I’d thrown on an oversized t-shirt, because I knew some of the copious cum my father had shot inside had leaked out. I could feel the cool, wet fabric stuck to my ass as I hurried inside.

Once I’d cleaned up a bit in the bathroom, I went looking for my father. He’d bumped into a buddy of his Greg.

Greg and his wife Lynn were the reason my folks decided to move out here. They’d been friends since school. In fact, Greg’s son Joel and I graduated from high school together. I told my father that I was going to start working on the list, knowing that my dad would be talking a while.

As I moved through the store, occasionally twinging from the incredible fuck he’d just giving me, thinking about the gravity of what had happened. I’d really just let my father fuck me. His cum was inside me. So lost in my thoughts, my shopping became almost robotic, and I quickly powered through the list.

After loading everything into my dad’s truck, I went back into the store looking for him and found him exactly where I’d left him, talking to Greg.

“Hey Dad, everything is loaded into the truck, we should get going back.” I said.

Dad turned and looked at me, his eyes raking my body momentarily. I’m not sure if Greg noticed the hunger in his eyes, but I caught a brief flash of it.

“I’ll be right there Mike.” he said back with a smirk.

True to his word, my dad came out shortly after me and we took off back to their house. The ride was in silence, though it wasn’t awkward, it was more contented silence.

“I love you Mike.” My dad said to me, grabbing my hand as we rounded the corner to their road.

“I love you too Dad” I said back.

We pulled into the driveway and didn’t see Ryan, Quinton, or my Mom. It was easy to see they made quick work of what they’d been tasked with. When we walked in the house we saw my mom asleep in her favorite chair, a book in her lap.

I told my dad I was going to check on Ryan and Quinton. I didn’t realize he was behind me until at the bottom of stairs, he spun me around and pressed me to the wall kissing me.

“I can’t wait to be inside that beautiful ass again Mikey.” He growled.

“Me either daddy.” When I said daddy his growl intensified.

We quickly separated though, not wanting my mom to catch us if she woke up.

I went into the room we were sharing and I heard the shower running. Opening the shower door, I could see through the glass shower door. It was my beautiful boys. Ryan, bent over at the waist, Quinton was slowly fucking him.

I thought about joining them, but realized that I’d have to answer for the load inside me. So I smiled to myself, happy that they love each other as much as they loved me, and I closed the bathroom door.

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Friends, I’m so glad you came with me and Scott and Felix on this adventure, and how here we all are at the end of this particular story. Thank you so much for being here.

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They went to pick the kids up from school, and take them to their grandparents’ for the evening.

Scott said, “I hate to go back to the real world.”

“I know you don’t mean your children.”

“No,” Scott said, “I don’t. I mean me more than anything, and the stupid things I do.”

Felix did not ask for him to elaborate, but Scott said, “Please stay with me.”

“I told you I would.”

“I get dumb when you’re not around. I’ve been doing really dumb stuff.”

Yes you said that. And no, I’m not going to ask.

While he drove, he reached down and touched Felix’s hand, warmly.

“We haven’t been together in so long. I just want to hold you tonight.”

“Just?” Felix jested. “All you want to do is hold me?”

Scott shrugged, “Sex isn’t everything.”

“It may not be everything, but it’s a good thing.”

“Like you and me. We’re linked no matter what. Some other people, you can spend all night having sex with them. It doesn’t matter. It’s just empty.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Scott looked troubled now, and he shook his head, “Nothing. I’m just talking out loud.”

“Well, we’ll have to go by my place and get some nightclothes and stuff, but yes, I’ll stay with you tonight. Are you sleeping naked or wearing those little Jockeys?”

“I don’t know yet. Maybe halfway through the night I’ll strip.”

“Do you have a single pair of draws that aren’t Jockeys?”

“Nope,” Scott shook his head. “I have brand loyalty.”

As Scott chopped lettuce and Felix tomatoes, the latter said, “Is there anything troubling you? Anything you need to tell me because you’ve been so odd today. Did anything happen to you last night?”

“No,” Scott said, looking levelly at Felix.

Then he said, “I don’t believe in saying everything that’s on my mind. I think some things are for me to live with.”

“Alright,” Felix said.

“You just have to know that even when I make mistakes I love you more than anything, and—oh, shit.”

Scott brought his finger to his mouth, and Felix said, “I’ll get you a bandage.”

He went through Scott’s bedroom and to the little bathroom. There was a glint of gold in the trash can, and years of gathering scraps for art projects made Felix want to fish it out, but he would return for that in a moment. In the kitchen, with peroxide, Neosporin and a bandage, Felix wrapped up Scott’s finger, and Scott smiled down at him and kissed him quickly.

“My golden boy,” Felix said, and went back to the bedroom to change the sheets and make the bed.

He frowned and tossed out the underwear Scott had left in the sheets, and after he had finished making the bed, he picked up the underwear and went looking for the laundry basket. He would have to stay here more. He didn’t even know where Scott kept the hampers. He would have to find the washing machine. He held out the underwear thinking they were drab for Scott, thinking how he had never seen Scott in boxer briefs, but it would be a nice look, and then shrugging as, folding the underwear with the wide band that read: CHAMPION, he went to pick up socks and a tee shirt before stopping in mid bend.

“Scott only wears Jockeys.”

Felix went to the bathroom to reach into the waste basket for the bit of gold which now he knew was a condom rapper. So… Matt… It couldn’t have been anyone else. He nodded and went back to the bedroom to finish making the bed. When he found red hairs on the pillowcases, he decided to change those too. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t angry. In some ways, remembering his own night, Felix Owens was relieved.

Even before he came out, Felix could smell Scott sizzling the steak, and he called to him.

“I see you standing there,” Scott said, shaking Worcestershire sauce on the steaks.

Felix continued standing there.

“What the fuck?” Scott laughed.

“I love you.”

Scott stopped to lift Felix’s hand and kiss him.

“That’s all I’ve been trying to tell you all day, Owens,” he said.

And the truth was he wasn’t angry, but he was thinking, and unfortunately, Felix could not hide that.

“Your mind has been somewhere else the whole night,” Scott said when they had finished the dishes.

“It has not,” Felix differed. “It’s been right here.”

Towel in hand, Scott looked at Felix.

Felix said, “Tell Matt he left his underwear here last night.”

Scott stiffened.

“Neither one of us is innocent,” Felix said, “but you need to know that I know. And, really, if you want to know anything, where I’ve been, I’ll tell you too. Because I don’t want lies between us.”

Felix went into the newly cleaned bedroom with the clean sheets that Matt had not slept in.

Scott came into the room and stood before him looking nervous, looking like he had the first time he’d kissed him, his hands spread out before him, his shoulders angular under his tee shirt.

“Felix, I will tell you this once and never again.”

Scott frowned.

“That’s a lie. I’m sure I’ll you over and over again. But… there isn’t anyone else but you. Not for me.”

“Matt,” Felix said.

“That was… No,” Scott said. “I love Matt. Like you love Joey. But there isn’t anyone else for me beside you. And if there is someone you love as much as you love me—”

“You mean Ben.”

“I mean anyone.”

“You mean Ben.”

“I mean that I want you to be free,” Scott said.

“To choose between you and him?”

“To choose what you want,” Scott said, “and come back to me with no questions asked.”

“What if it isn’t Ben?” Felix said. “What if Ben is not the issue? What if you don’t make a promise about Matt? What if it is us tonight because we love each other and—?”

Felix had been about to say something about Kevin, little Kevin downstairs whom he was sure would be upstairs and in his bed again, but he only said, “What if it is about us. Tonight? Figuring out tomorrow what comes next?”

“Felix,” Scott said, “I was married to someone else. To a woman. I… you fucking know I’ve been with other guys even since I came back into your life. I don’t have the right to ask you to cut off every other guy but me and pretend you’re my husband.”

“This is some fucking reverse psychology,” Felix said, still fully dressed while Scott stood there in his red Jockeys, “because that is exactly what I want to do.”

“I won’t ask it.”

“I’ll give it.”

“Please don’t promise,” Scott said.

“I will prom—”

“Please,” Scott put a finger over Felix’s lips, “do not promise. Do not swear the rest of your life to me. Just swear tonight, and then let me earn the days and nights that come after.”

Felix wanted to say more. Instead he nodded.

Scott said, “I’ve had wedding cake before. It wasn’t that great. I don’t need you to promise me a fucking marriage or your endless fidelity. Let me earn it. I haven’t earned that yet, Felix. But I will”

“I never really liked cake anyway,” Felix said.

“Great,” Scott said. “Now please take off your clothes. So we can go to bed and look at each other.”

And they did sleep like that, naked before each other, contemplating each others bodies. Felix’s hand ran down Scott’s body and he told him, “I love your hair. Down there. Don’t ever trim that away.”

“I meant to.”

“No, don’t.”

Felix thrust his hands into the thickness of it and he said, “It’s the color of your eyes and I love it. And I love right here,” Felix ran his hands along the seam of Scott’s balls, between his legs, and his finger rested a little in his ass, “This little place, right here.”

He kissed his stomach, and he praised the V under his abs, and he adored the small roundness of Scott’s ass, and the rosy nipples, and Scott said nothing, but ran his fingers over the little roundness of Felix’s belly and the bridge of his nose, delighted in his shaven head and noted, “I think I want you to shave mine again, too.”

His lips played with Felix’s lips and he rolled him over massaging his back, kissing him down and marveling over his ass until, gently, he put his tongue in. And then they tasted and touched each other all through the night, shyly marveling over one another’s bodies. In the dark, while Scott’s body bunched to his, it became Rob’s. While Scott slept by him he was Kevin. Felix tried to banish it, then welcomed it, thought of the boy’s thick hair, running his hands through it. Thought how much love and desire was still in him, how, turning forty, the desire and love was more, not less.

At one time, when Scott got up to get glasses of water, Felix noted that it was three a.m. and was thankful he didn’t have class until late afternoon. It wasn’t until nearly daybreak, holding each other, Scott’s penis shuttling over his that Felix gave a strangled cry and came. In the middle of it Scott cried out and, shaking, he came as well.

They were too tired to move. For the longest time Felix thought one of them might, but they fell asleep. Felix passed into one of those dreams that come in the sleep land after orgasm, and he woke up with Scott drooling a little bit, holding onto him with a football player’s grip.

“Whaaa?” Scott murmured.

He felt that same strange sensation of safety he had known when Scott had caught his hand, and kept him from falling on the beach yesterday. He said, “I dreamed about you.”

“Huh?” Scott replied, still not truly awake.

“A bird came down and caught me, and it was pulling me away, but you caught me and pulled me back. The bird almost got you too. It was almost strong enough to pull us both away. But you wouldn’t let go. And then I woke up, and I was in your arms.”

“That’s a big ass bird.”

“Are you even paying attention?”

Felix rolled around, but Scott did not, his arms only lowering to circle Felix’s waist.

“Yes,” Scott said, opening his eyes this time, “and that’s a really fucked up dream, and I want a half hour more of sleep before I go to Mom and Dad’s to get the kids.”

Felix looked down affectionately at his grouchy lover’s hands linked about his waist and he said, “If a giant bird came down, you’d hold onto me, right?”

“Please shut the fuck up,” Scott said, feigning sleep as he pulled Felix closer to him and pushed his head into the other man’s back.

As Felix resituated himself in Scott’s arms, Scott cleared his throat and said, “It would have to be at least… three birds against me before my grip loosened. And then I would just call in Joey for reinforcement. Together you know we’ve got you.”

Felix Owens, who had trusted once, and had such a hard time trusting again, surrendered with a sigh so deep Scott felt his lover’s body slackening. In the end you had to let go. You had to trust someone. You had to know.

“Yes,” Felix knew, “you’ve always got me.”

“And you’ve got me,” Scott said. “So can we stop talking about birds and go back to sleep?”

But Felix was already snoring.

T H E   E N D

The office where I work has two large rooms for seminars, and the folding wall between them had been moved. Decorations about the space screamed a secular Christmas, but we had been instructed to call it a Winter Party. HR had even sent a memo to tell us that it was considered inappropriate to wish anyone a Happy Hanukkah, Merry Christmas, or Happy Kwanzaa. I stood near the end of one of the several tables filled with food and drink. My plate, with a few pieces of deli meat and a deviled egg and balanced precariously by my left hand, was eyed suspiciously by the department bitch. Rumor had it that she wrote people up for breathing incorrectly. I had stayed out of her radar, and once I grabbed a can of Coke, I planned to find a spot in an out of the way corner, eat my goodies, and go back to my office to finish up a report before we started the two weeks of mandatory vacation.

“I take it that all your work is done.” Her little smirk pissed me off.

“The CLR report that is due on December 27 was completed three days ago. The EOM for November, which is due tomorrow, was completed last Friday. The IIT report that is due tomorrow was completed at 6:30 this morning; it would have been earlier, but there was some delay on your end from what I was told. The data for the IOH report that is due on January 2 was still printing when I left my office. It will be completed before I leave this afternoon. Your tone indicates that there is a problem with my productivity. If that’s the case, I prefer your complaint in writing with a copy sent to HR.”

The bitch just stared at me. “I’m sure everything is up to your usual level of completion and accuracy. I have no problems with your productivity.”

I’m sure she didn’t. She walked off, and I noticed one of the accountants, who must have been standing behind her, smiling at me.

He walked up to me. “Hi. I think you put her in her place.” He continued to smile. I felt a little awkward. “May I join you?” He nodded his head toward the empty chair next to me.

I smiled back. “Of course.” That was the polite thing to do, but I really didn’t want anyone next to me, talking and asking questions, and filling the silence.

“Merry Christmas.”

I turned to look at him. Did he just say that to me?

“I know we’re not supposed to say it, but I saw the little nativity scene on your desk, so I didn’t figure you’d turn me in.”

“No. Of course, I wouldn’t.” He had really pretty green eyes.

“My name’s Greg Lewis. I work in accounting.”

“Yes, I’ve seen you there, but I didn’t know your name. It’s nice to meet you, Greg.”

“Oh, thanks. It’s nice to finally meet you, Ryan.”

He had really nice blond hair, too. It wasn’t shaved on the sides with a mop on the top. I hated that style. He didn’t really have bangs, either. But it was parted on the side. It was a really sexy look for him. “When were you in my office?”

“I’ve been dropping off the inventory reports just as I’m leaving so you’ll have them at the beginning of the next day.”

“Thank you. That does make my day start off more smoothly.” He had little dimples when he smiled.

“You’re welcome. It’s no big deal for me, and I’m glad it helps you out. I’m going to get some shrimp, would you like some, too?”

“I… well, I was going to go back to my office to finish a report I promised to get out today.” I saw Greg nod. Was that disappointment on his face?

“OK.”

“Do you want to get enough for both of us and meet me at my office? We can keep talking without the background noise.” Why did I say that? I prefer being in my office alone, and working on reports alone, and just being alone. But I saw him smile at the suggestions. It made me smile, too.

“Sounds like a plan,” Greg said. “I’ll meet you there in a few. Would you like another can of Coke.”

“Please.” He went to the table, and I headed to the trash can by the door to drop my empty plate. Golly, I thought, he seems really nice.

My office was quiet and dark when I arrived. A quick flick of the lights revealed that the report I’d been printing was not very long. I didn’t need it to do my report on the report, but I had to attach it to a printed copy to send to the Inventory Control VP. Most of my portion was already done. I examined my email for the spreadsheet they send after the printing is completed. I needed two figures from it. Presto, and I printed my report. I attached it to the copy on the printer, placed it in the envelope marked IC-VP. I attached my report to an email that I sent to the IC-VP with the heading IOH. In my head, I called it “Inefficiency of the Highest” (it really meant Inventory on Hand) because it was truly a waste of time and resources.

I had just clicked send when Greg arrived with a place of spicy shrimp and two cans of Coke. I was going to have to drink some extra water to make up for the second can of soda I was drinking that day.

“I was going to use two plates,” Greg told me, “but I was informed by you-know-who that I was only entitled to one.”

“I’ll share.” I smiled at him. Why was I suddenly smiling all the time?

“You have a great smile. You’re always so serious. Maybe it’s the stress of the job, but I like it when you smile.”

I looked up at him and put a shrimp in my mouth. That wasn’t something guys said to one another. I felt my heart rate increase. Was this guy interested in me? This cute guy. In me? Please, yes. I immediately saw us walking along the banks of the river that ran across the back of my parents’ farm. Holding hands. Kicking the snow. Laughing easily at the things each of us said. Then I thought about the place. I hadn’t been there in years. I kept paying the taxes after my father’s death. I rented the land to the neighbor so he planted something in the fields. One of the ladies in town came out monthly to clean, dust, change the linens in case I decided to drop in. But I had never wanted to go back. I had no reason to go back. Not until this moment. The house would be cold; maybe I…

“Earth to Ryan. Anybody in there?” Laughter.

“Sorry, you triggered a memory.”

“A good one?”

“It was actually the memory of something that I always wanted to have happen.”

“I don’t understand exactly,” Greg tilted his head to the side.

“I’ll save it for later.”

“Saving things for later is something I want to talk to you about.” His tone sounded serious. “I’m tired of saving things for later. When I started working here, I’d been here for about a week when I saw you, and I wanted to meet you, but I thought that someone might introduce us, but that didn’t happen. I kept waiting, hoping it would happen. Sometimes you’ve got to make it happen.

Some guys are good at just walking up to a stranger and asking him, or her, on a date. I’m not good like that, and I don’t know. Maybe you are.”

“You’re saying these things to a 27-year-old virgin.”

“These things are coming from a 26-year-old virgin.”

“Greg, would you like to go out with me?”

“Wait a minute. You had your chance. I’m asking you out now.”

“Depends on where you’re taking me.” I laughed.

“I was thinking about Fried Chicken Heaven followed by a walk in the park. Then a movie from RedBox at your place or mine. That would be a perfect date for me. Especially if I got a kiss at the end of the evening.” Greg’s cheeks turned red. “Quick, tell me yours before I die of embarrassment.”

“I imagine that my perfect date would start off with munching on some shrimp appetizers with an incredibly cute guy. Follow that with a walk in the park while holding hands and chowing down some chicken tenders, and ending the evening snuggling on the couch while a horror movie from RedBox played on the TV.”

“Wow,” Greg put his hand on mine. “I cannot believe how similar our perfect dates are.”

“Are you ready to go?”

“Sure.”

I took the envelope and dropped it in the outbox outside my office.

“Your car or mine,” asked Greg.

“I live across the street. I walk to work.”

“Of course you do.” He smiled. “My car, it is.”

The walk through the park was wonderful. It’s amazing how different a place can look when someone is holding your hand and happiness has taken up residence in your heart.

That evening, we watched a movie called “Hostel.” I’d never seen such gore. Each of us buried our heads behind the other from time to time. The movie didn’t set a romantic tone for post-film fun. Instead, I turned off all the lights, opened the blinds, and we sat cuddling as we watched the moon move across the sky. At some point, we fell asleep.

The next morning, we headed to the office, still in our clothes from the previous day, to check email. That was the only requirement for that day. We were soon on our way back to the parking lot at my apartment so Greg could retrieve his car.

“What are your plans for Christmas?” I asked, fully prepared to be disappointed.

“I should have told you this yesterday.” He turned me, and I leaned against the fender of his truck.

“I can take it.” I gave him a smile to let him know that no matter what he said, I’d still be here after Christmas.

“Last Christmas, one of my cousins showed my father an on-line profile I had.”

“Yeah?”

“It said something like, ‘looking for the man who’s hard cock will fit my cute ass.’ My college graduation picture was right there with it. I’ve been disinvited home for the rest of eternity.”

“Then come home with me.”

“Where to?”

“Northern Ohio. My parents had a huge farm there. I’ve kept it. I’ll get tickets to Toledo, and get someone to pick us up. There’s a vehicle for us to use at the farm.”

“It’s awfully cold there.”

“Cold? You don’t know cold. It’s fucking cold there, and that’s when it’s warm.”

“Ah, shit. I was thinking of Padre Island, or flying to Bermuda.” He stopped and looked at me. “But, sure. I’ll be with you.” He leaned in and kissed me. I kissed back. We kissed for about five minutes, and if someone had been filming us, we would have received an R rating for sure.

“What’s the plan, Ryan?”

“Go home, shower, shave, etc. Then pack a large suitcase with warm clothing and come back here. I should have ticket information by then.” Greg got into his truck and it disappeared around the corner. I hurried to my apartment to purchase our tickets.

There was snow on the ground as we landed in Toledo. Mrs. Linkey’s son was waiting for us at baggage pick-up and about forty minutes later, he dropped us off at the farmhouse. He’d called his mother from the car, and she ran out as we went in. The house smelled great. Warm molasses cookies were still cooling on the counter, a fire blazed in the fireplace, and when the heater kicked on, there was none of that burned dust smell. She had taken great care of the house, and even with the last minute notice, she had everything together.

“My nuts are frozen,” claimed Greg.

“Hey, wait until it really gets cold.

“I only said it to give you the opportunity to warm them up.”

“Tell you what,” I said. “As soon as I see you naked, and you prove to me that you’ve got nuts, I’ll think about warming them up.”

“Cruel. Cruel man.”

“Let’s go have a cookie.” I ran into the kitchen and grabbed two from the rack. Greg followed me in and I gave him one.

“Wait,” he held up a finger. “This is exactly why my feelings for you keep getting stronger. You could have grabbed a cookie and eaten it before I got here, but you grabbed two and waited for me.”

I hadn’t realized that I had done that, or the implications of having done that. I looked at Greg; his blond bangs askew; and I kissed him.

He pulled the cookie to the side as I neared his lips. “Sorry, I thought you were going to tease me by taking…” He was looking directly into my eyes. “Ryan, three days ago, I said ‘hello’ to you. Today, I’m telling you that I’m in love with you.” He stuffed the cookie into his mouth. By his expression, it might be his favorite cookie, too. I took his hand, and I led him upstairs.

I kissed him on the first landing; I kissed him on the second landing; I kissed him at the top of the stairs. I pulled him down the hall toward my old bedroom. Then, as we reached the door to my parents’ room, I stopped.

Memories flooded into my head:

“Mom. Dad.” I was crying. “Please help me. Something’s wrong with me. I think I’m in love.”

“That’s normal, son,” said my dad.

“Oh, Ryan.” My mom was smiling.

“No. No. You don’t understand. I’m in love with Danny Schuler. I can’t stop thinking about him. I want to kiss”

Whack. That first fist to the side of my head knocked me to the floor. Then the belt. Slap after slap with that leather strap. My legs, my back, my side, my neck, my arms, my head.

“No. Daddy, please, I need help.”

“I am helping you. I’m going to beat these evil thoughts from your head.”

I was sobbing. Greg grabbed me and held me. I looked at him. His concern, his caring, his love gave me strength. I looked back at the door and then at Greg. “They can’t hurt me anymore, can they.”

He shook his head. “No, they can’t.”

I smiled a huge smile, then I opened the door. The bed’s better in this room. I want to make love in this room. I kissed him and never looked back.

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You drive down to Sandy Shores to meet your boyfriend, he has given you a secluded spot to meet him. You slowly pull up behind his car and turn of the engine to yours. You get out of the car and walk towards the drivers side door but the car is empty. Before you can turn around a hood is pulled over your head and your wrists and ankles are bound with duct tape covering as much hair as possible.

 Not being able to move or fight back and having no sight, you can’t see who you have fallen victim to, but you can still hear, that is until the attacker puts headphones on you with the music cranked. You are lifted onto a hard surface and then you feel the vibrations from a slammed door. You feel the car pull away but you are so tired from the long drive you drift off to sleep.

When you wake, you can hear a sound but you can put your finger on it. You wrists and ankles are no longer bound together but spread eagled. You are cold and you realise you are naked. The ground is soft but hard, it’s gritty like sand. Then it hits you, you are at the beach, that was the sound you could hear, the waves crashing and the crackle of a small fire. A cold gust of wind blows over you as your skin is met with a warm hand, one sends a shiver down your spine and the other a shiver through your dick.  

The hand on you starts exploring your body moving up to caress your neck slowly moving down lingering around your nipples. They slowly move further down, they can feel you tense and as they move over your bellybutton you jump and buck in sexual annoyance. So they move on and headed even further south as they near your crouch you start to tense again this time for the expected grope but they move further down caressing your legs. They get to your feet and all contact comes to a holt. 

It seems like forever until you feel contact again and when you do it’s a warm wet mouth playing where you are most sensitive, you start to moan, and met with an abrupt slap to face and told to shut up. The mouth returns to your straining cock, they are doing their job too well and you let out another moan, you expect to be slapped again but instead you are met with their naked ass on your face. That will muffle your moans says the voice above you. As you start to lick, kiss and nibble slowly picking up speed, they do as well. Just as your balls tighten for your impending orgasm suddenly the hot mouth and ass are gone leaving you on the edge.

The person on top of you has turned around you can feel their lips on yours as a tightness is pushing against your hard cock. You feel yourself enter them and slowly they start a slow and lengthy assault on you dick. They sense that you are getting close and slowly lift off, leaving you on the edge a second time. Alone again.

You don’t know how long it’s been or if your captor is still there. Until you feel a coldness placed on your inner thighs and on your ass cheeks but they aren’t finished…you feel something being slide over your dick and all of a sudden a bolt of electricity is sent through your entire body. The sensation slowly builds, getting stronger as each second passes, without even being able to see or touch it, you know your cock is harder then it has ever been, you feel your balls start to tighten and with the flick of a switch the sensation is gone, this continues for what feels like hours, as time goes on the intervals get closer and closer together.

With each bolt of electricity your back arches involuntarily, as you near the edge again you pray that this is the one that will send you over the edge but no…instead of turning the machine off, it’s turned down to such a low speed that it leaves you ticketing on the edge of orgasm. Not being able to cum is driving you crazy, you are so sexual frustrated you could almost cry. You hear him return hoping that he will let you cum or turn the machine off because anything is better than this. He instead tells you that he is going to bed and that he’ll see you in the morning. But so your screams won’t wake him he inserts a ball gag and muffling your screams and moans. 

Leaving you constantly on the verge of orgasm but unable to achieve one he heads to bed. You definitely wont be getting any sleep tonight or relief for that matter. 

Still blindfolded and unable to see, you can tell that the sun is just starting to light the horizon. Still on the verge of orgasm you feel the presence of your captor, he removes all of the electronics. He removes the gag but it’s replaced with his cock he pistons his cock in and out of your throat for what feels like forever before you get a taste of your captors sweet nectar. What comes next is a complete surprise…he starts sucking you, still on the verge you last a mere minute. Just when you think the torment is over…he keeps sucking, and sucking, on you extremely sensitive cock. You are not sure which was worse…he continues until you are soft and then finally stops, exhausted you fall to a deep sleep.

You wake again but this time you are sitting in your car. Confused because you are not actually sure what happened the night before or if in fact, it actually happened. Was it all a dream? As you drift off, thinking of what might have just been a dream, you start to bone up again, but are brought back to reality by knocking on your door….It’s Scott, he’s looking cute as fuck. Well if it was a dream it won’t be for long. As a grin comes a cross your face you tell him you have an idea.