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I unlocked the door to my dorm room and saw what looked like a hallway. I stepped in and found that it was a hallway with a small closet to my immediate left, a built-in chest of drawers next, and then the bed. About 18 inches between the bed and the wall gave me just enough room to wiggle to the study area. At least there was a window. I could look out at the sky from the u-shaped desk. If I put my head right next to the window, I could see the ground twelve floors below.

While this arrangement wasn’t what I had hoped for, at least I had no roommate. I was tired of roommates. During my freshman year, my roommate snored. I had to sleep with earplugs. Plus he was messy. In my sophomore year, my roommate brought girls to the room, and not just on Fridays or Saturdays, but anytime he ran into one that was willing to suck him off or get fucked. He bragged that he had the biggest dick on campus, and while it was on the large size, I think that the extra 3 inches of foreskin often fooled the girls. It was a hideous monster that I wouldn’t have touched no matter how desperate.

My junior year was the true deciding factor. My roommate was ordinary, maybe even on the slightly unattractive side. His thinking power was also problematic. He was always in the room and quiet, so that was a plus. My physics lab partner, a guy named Beau, was a gorgeous man. Athletic and smart, with perfect teeth, a great smile, he was the kind of guy to take home to meet the parents, well, if the parents hadn’t kicked you out for being gay. As for being gay, he made hints that he was. I was honest that I was, and the flirting that took place between us gave me the hardest of erections. On a Friday after lunch, and after completing our lab write-up, I kissed him and told him how I had grown to have deep feelings for him. We planned to get together after dinner and explore our feelings.

I came back to the dorm room, sopping wet from a downpour, to find his cock buried in my roommate’s cunt. It turned out he was an FTM and had been lusting after Beau since their first meeting. I believe he also told me that he was just ‘warming him up for me.’ If I were prone to violence, they’d have met an early demise.

So, now I started my first year in grad school with no roommate and not much room. I met my fellow students, most of them seniors within the first few days. Only one other room on our floor was a single like mine. As far as the other men were concerned, most were rather healthy, average to slightly good looking; most seemed straight, but who can tell for sure. And all were seniors.

One man stood out, or perhaps I should say, he didn’t stand out. He was 5 foot 1, about 120 pounds of pure muscle, except for the hair that covered his chest. His hair was a little long; he wore glasses, and he was handsome as fuck. Just glancing over at him made my dick twitch and begin to harden. He also had a girlfriend. She wasn’t ugly, just plain, and she hung onto him as though she were a blowfly and he had shit smeared in his hair. His name was Ryan.

At dinner-time, she would often come in later than most people and take over conversations. Maybe I was critical because I wanted him to dump her and come over to my side. Every now and then I would see him glance over my way. Was that a look of desperation on his face? I knew I could help him, or at least help him out. About six weeks into the semester, his girlfriend let everyone know she was angry because he had decided to buy a boat rather than an engagement ring. I said nothing, but I was laughing inside.

My days and nights were filled with my studies, so my only chance to fantasize was at dinner and just before bedtime. And so it went, day after day, week after week, until about halfway through the semester.

Liam, the jock on our floor, invited me to a party to mark the middle of the semester. He told me there’d be fun and games and some drinking, but not a lot. I let him know that I didn’t drink, and he told me that it was cool.

I’m not exactly sure what happened to me that Friday. I was planning to go to the party, but I guess I was really tired after dinner, and I fell asleep in my room. I had the strangest dreams. Liam and one of the other guys from the floor, I think it was Floyd, came and took me to a place where all the men were naked. They insisted that I had to be naked, too. So I removed my clothing without a second thought. I was surprised that I was sporting a boner, a really stiff boner. Liam commented that he was jealous, and he stroked me a few times.

I noticed a man in the corner on a table. His legs were being held apart by two men, and someone was fucking him. Then I noticed that there were two other men in the corner of the room. Liam took me over to the first man.

“It’s your turn now. He wants you to fuck him. You want to fuck him, don’t you?”

“I don’t understand,” I said. I looked down, and the man was being held down, and it looked like Ryan. “Why is Ryan there?”

“Because he wants you to breed him. He wants to have your babies. You want to give him your cock, don’t you.”

“Yeah. I’ve wanted to be inside Ryan from the first time I saw him. He’s so sexy and cute.”

“Now’s your chance,” said Liam.

“Why are his lips so orange?”

“Don’t worry; they’re not orange. You’re confused. Now, put your dick in him and give him what he wants; what he needs.”

I pushed my dick into him, and it felt really good. I put my hands on Ryan’s chest. “You know Ryan,” I told him. “I wish you had told me. I think I’m falling in love with you, and we could do this without all these people watching us.” I laughed.

I felt Ryan wiggle beneath my hands, and then I came.

“Whoa. I didn’t mean to do that so soon. Fuck that was good.” I leaned forward at the blur in front of me. “I love you, Ryan.”

Then the room began to spin, and the dream must have ended.

I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. I took a quick shower and headed to breakfast. The floor seemed deserted. The cafeteria was buzzing. I got a crescent roll, some melon, and a cup of coffee with some milk, and went to join the crowd.

I noticed several people point to me and laugh. Had I forgotten to comb my hair? Was my shirt inside out?

I sat down and took a sip of coffee. A glance around proved that there were a lot of people looking at me. “What’s the gag?” I looked at the guys from my floor. Then I noticed Ryan seated between two of them; his head was turned down, and he was staring at the floor.

“You haven’t heard?” asked Liam.

“No, I’m out of the loop on this one.”

Liam began to laugh. “Too bad you don’t follow me on Instagram.”

I saw Ryan get up and leave.

I finished my roll and fruit, took the last swig of my coffee, and was about to leave when Ethan, the guy who lived in the room next to mine, leaned forward. “Danny, Ryan wants you to meet him in your room. Right now.”

I headed upstairs. My head was still throbbing. I wondered whether I should take another hot shower and sleep in for the rest of the morning.

I found Ryan standing at my door. “Good morning.”

He just glared at me. I got the uneasy feeling that he knew about the dream I’d had last night. I opened the door and let him in. He walked to the study area.

“Fuck. This room is small,” he said.

“Yeah. You have something on your mind, I take it. What is it?”

“That’s right. I’ve got a couple of things on my mind. I’m going back and forth as to which is more important to me.”

I sat on my bed. “Do you want to have a seat?”

“No, I don’t think so.” Ryan looked out the window then back at the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down. “Did you mean what you said?”

I began to think back. What had I said?

“Look. I know you were drunk, and I know I agreed to play Liam’s stupid game, but I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Ryan, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t drink. I don’t know what game; I don’t ever remember playing any games with you.”

“You were so drunk you don’t remember?”

“I’ve never been drunk,” I told him. “I don’t drink. My grandparents were killed by a drunk driver. I’ve never had a drink. I don’t even drink wine.”

“You’re lying to me. Liam told me that you would never admit you were gay, and now you won’t admit you were drunk and fucked me at the party last night.

“Wait a minute here. I didn’t go to the party last night. I felt sick after dinner, and I came in here and fell asleep. I will admit that I had some weird dreams and that you were in them, but…”

Ryan began to play a video. I saw what looked like me, drunk, telling Ryan that I loved him and then fucking him. He had an orange ball in his mouth. How could someone video my dream?

“That’s my dream, Ryan. I don’t understand. How is that possible? I’m still asleep, and this is part of the dream, isn’t it? That’s the only explanation.

Ryan slapped me. “I give you my cherry, and you spout nonsense.”

“Hey, guys, just a minute. This has gone too far.” It was Liam. “OK. Listen up, here’s how it went down. Ryan told me that he broke up with the possessive girl because he was finding himself drawn to you, Danny. I figured if I got you drunk, just a little tipsy, we could find out the truth. I’d take you in a room where Ryan is naked and tell you he wants your fuck and see what happens. Then you tell me you don’t drink. I think that slipping you a couple of downers would do the trick, only you got really weird, and strong. You fucked Ryan good and long and hard. It’s a wonder he didn’t split in half. I had him wearing a gag so he couldn’t say anything to you.

“The whole thing was videoed, but only Ryan got a copy. I showed it to a few of the guys, and that’s why they were looking at you. Well, and the guys who were in on it know heard you confess undying love and then fuck him like a rabbit.”

“Get the hell out of my room, Liam.”

“As for you Ryan, coming out is difficult. It can turn your world upside down. It can also lead to great things when you’re with the right people. I was out at my last school. I decided to just keep things to myself while I was here.”

“Have I messed up your plans?” Ryan was quiet. “Do you want me to go, Danny?”

“No. I think I need to tell you what I’m thinking and feeling, and I need you to do the same. So, first of all, I found you attractive from the start. I would have talked to you and maybe asked you out if you had been single. I don’t want to date guys who are in relationships. I didn’t realize that you had broken up with her, but I’m pretty sure I would have approached you.”

Ryan looked at me and bit his lower lip. I saw his eyes get misty. “I’ve been trying to…I mean, I knew…” He looked away. “I’m not sure why this is so hard; you already know.”

I took his hand. “Putting it in words isn’t always easy.”

“I guess I’ve always known, but I didn’t want to be this way. When I first saw you, things seemed different. The gay people I’d known were always so different. Acting girly. I didn’t want to be like that, but after I met you, I started to imagine myself that same as I am, but with you. You made me feel strange inside but in a good way. I kept thinking that I could be happy instead of stressing all the time.

“That’s when I told her that I wanted a boat when she started talking about shopping for rings. I did want a boat; I always have, but it pissed her off and she went away. That was last week. I was going crazy trying to think of how to find out if you were interested. Liam told me he thought I was getting overstressed from school, so he offered me a drink. I don’t remember how much I actually drank, but it loosened my tongue, and I told him.”

“Which was probably his plan. He doesn’t seem like the philanthropist type to me.”

“Things didn’t go the way he said they would, either. He told me he would get you a little drunk and bring you into the room to see me naked. I’d be held by two other guys. He told me to play struggle. He said he would ask you whether you thought I was cute and ask you what you wanted to do to me. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought it would be fun, and with your inhibitions down, you’d tell me the truth, and then I’d know.

“Instead, they held me down and stuffed a ball in my mouth so I couldn’t talk. Another guy kept rubbing my ass with lube and sticking his finger in me. It felt good.” Ryan began to sob softly. “I’m so embarrassed that it felt good.”

“No. No. No. Don’t be embarrassed. Getting fingered does feel good, but that doesn’t make it right. You didn’t give your permission, so it was assault.”

“Then you came in. You were naked and so absolutely sexy. I couldn’t believe how good you looked, I mean, you’re so handsome and sexy every day, but…

“I find you handsome and sexy, too.”

“You told me.”

“Oh. Shit. I fucked you.” The realization stung me. I really thought it was a dream.

“I know. It was my first time. And Danny, I liked it. Because it was you, and you told me you liked me and thought I was sexy. I know you were completely aware, at least, I know that now, you know, because of the drugs.” Ryan looked down at the floor again. “I’m rambling.”

“It’s OK,” I told him.

There was a knock at the door, and the door opened just a crack. “It’s Liam. Can I say something?”

I went to the door. “Sure. What is it?”

He came in but remained next to the door. Ryan squeezed in next to me, and I put my arm around him and held him to me.

“Hey, guys, I’m sorry. Really. I was just talking to my brother and telling him about this. I knew from the first time I saw Danny look at Ryan that he was interested, and when Ryan told me that he liked Danny, I wanted to do something elaborate and funny, and I realized as I was trying to explain it to my brother that it was wrong. And I am truly sorry, guys.”

“I’d like to say I can forgive you, Liam, but my head is still spinning from all this,” I said. And, in my head, I’m thinking that he brutalized Ryan.

“You know,” said Ryan, “I want to move past this and focus on other things. I want to believe you didn’t mean to hurt anyone; although, we’re old enough to know that drugging people is pretty stupid.”

“Yeah,” agreed Liam. “My brother thinks you should press charges.” Liam began to cry. “I really fucked this up. Not only with what I did to you two, but I’ve lost my brother’s respect, and I’m just really, really sorry.”

“Go take a shower, Liam. A long, hot one.” Ryan reached out and patted his arm. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”

I closed and locked the door after he left.

Ryan looked up at me. “I really don’t want to think about him anymore today.” He turned and snaked back to the bed. He sat at the edge again and looked down at his feet. “You know what I really want?”

“What’s that?” I smiled.

“I want a peanut buster parfait from Dairy Queen and I want to feel your hairy chest against my cheek.” Ryan laughed.

“That’s easy, of course, it makes you a pretty cheap date.”

“Oh, that’s just for starters.”

“Well,” I pulled my shirt off and laid on the bed. “Put your head on my chest and give me your list.”

“You’re not drugged now,” Ryan said quietly.

“No,” I replied.

“Do you still want me?”

“I haven’t stopped wanting you since I first saw you.” I felt his hand slip under the elastic waistband of my athletic shorts. I reached down and squeezed his ass cheek.

“I…” Ryan stuttered.

I reached down and pulled the rest of my clothes off. I was next to him and completely naked. “Take your shirt off,” I commanded.

Ryan looked up at me, then he sat up and pulled the t-shirt over his head. I moved and kissed his left nipple.

“Are you going to…”

“No.” I reached into his pants and wrapped my hands around his cock. It was already mostly hard, but it became fully erect in my hand. “I want you to take your pants off.” He did as I asked. “Now, there’s a little box under the bed. Take the lubricant out.” He did, and as he got on the bed, I pulled him between my legs. “I want you to lube my ass.”

“What? But…”

“You’re going to fuck me, Ryan.”

“But I’ve never done that.”

“I have a feeling that you’re going to be a natural.”

And he was.

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When we got back, Scaramouch was waiting for us in the hallway.

“Hey little fella”, Chris said.

I had noticed him getting tired in the car. The physical therapy and the shopping trip must have been quite exhausting for him physically.

“You two haven’t been formally introduced. This is Jose, he’s going to take care of you for a little while.”

Scaramouch meowed.

“Now, don’t give him attitude, there’s still food in your bowl”, Chris replied.

I laughed. I thought he was being adorable.

“He likes to spend his days behind the washing machine, but every now and then he’ll want attention”, Chris said as he let himself fall down onto the couch.

I carried in all bags of shopping, as well as Chris’s newly bought shorts.

“Sorry man, I would help you…”

“No that’s fine”, I immediately said, “It’s what I’m here for.”

Before I was done putting away the groceries, I noticed Chris had already nodded off on the sofa. I smiled. He looked adorable. His hairy legs were spread open. His hands rested in his lap. His chest slowly rose and fell.

I remembered there was a last thing on the list for today. The pool guy was coming. Over our Skype call she had said that he didn’t have a key, so really all I had to do was be home and open the door. I decided to wait in the driveway so he wouldn’t have to ring the doorbell. Chris just looked too peaceful.

I waited in the driveway and felt the sun shine on my face. I smiled. I was feeling so calm and just generally better than I had felt in Cleveland. It was time to start thinking about how I could restart my life. Would a few weeks away be enough? Or should I think about a career change? A new place to live?

I was just starting to think about my options when a car pulled up the driveway. It was a white truck. On the side of the truck it was clear that this was the pool guy. Out came a sweaty man in his forties. He looked to be a Latino. He saw me and immediately smiled.

“Hola!”, he said cheerfully.

I smiled and repeated his greeting to him.

“¿Que haces aqui?”

Even though my Dad had made sure I understood Spanish, I wasn’t the best in speaking it.

“I’m housesitting for Raenia and Chris”, I replied.

He walked over to me and shook my hand.

“Díaz”, he said.

“Jose”, I replied.

I let Díaz into the house and asked him to be quiet. We had to pass a sleeping Chris in the living room. When we were both outside I closed the sliding door.

“Muy triste, ese chico”, Díaz said as he started to get to work.

I sat down in one of the chairs around the pool.

“Why?”

“Raenia… Ella es… tan hermosa… tan inteligente… pero también dominante.”

I smiled. I kind of knew what he meant, Raenia knew what she wanted and wasn’t scared to go for that or speak her mind. Maybe Díaz wasn’t used to women like that. It was why I admired her.

“Chris… el quiere jugar tenis! El es bueno. Muy bueno! Ella…”

He shrugged as he fished some leaves from the water with a net.

“She wants him to quit?”

Díaz nodded.

“She…”, he continued, suddenly switching to a heavily accented English, “She need him for her career.”

I decided not to ask anymore and changed the subject. When I opened the door again to let Díaz out, we inadvertently woke Chris.

“Oh, hey”, he said, “I dozed off, didn’t I?”

Chris and I said goodbye to Díaz. Chris played some video games as I decided to take a dip in the pool. As I passed him in my swimming shorts and carrying my towel, Chris didn’t even look up. I let myself float in the water and looked up at the perfectly blue sky.

When I had made my way over to Tampa, I had expected to be by myself, and with an injured Chris I had quite a few more things to think of. Yet so far, I didn’t mind in the slightest. Chris had been good company. Sexy company too. And he was sort of well-known. I already had a great story to tell from when we did errands.

I started to make Chris dinner and we talked some more.

“Are you sad you don’t get to go on a tour across the US with Raenia?”

He shrugged.

“It’s all of this posing for photos, wearing suits and stuff. It’s not really my scene. Sometimes they want me to sit in on interviews too, which is odd. All of her books are about women making their own careers, but the agency feels like my presence… I don’t know, makes her more accessible? They’re completely missing the point.”

He made an interesting argument.

“What does Raenia feel about this?”

“Oh, she knows I’m right. She just wants to reach as many people as possible with her content. So she prefers not to hear about how this media strategy undermines it.”

Without knowing it, I had started Chris off on a rant. Even throughout dinner, he was airing out his frustrations about Raenia wanting him to give up on his career. After having made the US Open Semi Finals in 2017, he hadn’t done very well. Raenia had told him he was still getting media attention because of his looks and because he was dating her. Which was probably true. But I got his point that it was no good reason to stop playing tennis.

It was quite intense to hear about all that was under the surface when it came to Chris and Raenia. Just 24 hours ago, they had seemed like such a vibrant, smart, carefree couple. To both be in the public eye must have been a lot of pressure on them.

After dinner, Chris and I played some video games together until he said he was tired. He asked for my help to get to bed. Without Raenia, it was slightly tougher to get Chris up the stairs. He had his arm wrapped around my neck and the closeness felt amazing. This time I had to help him all the way to the bedroom.

Once I got Chris to sit down, he said he would be fine from here.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah I can make it to the bathroom by myself, I’m good.”

“OK! Don’t hesitate to call for me though.”

He smiled.

“Thanks, that’s nice”, he said.

I went to bed and I knew I had to relieve myself. Too much had happened today, there was no way to avoid it. I masturbated thinking about Chris in the store, Chris sleeping on the sofa… And then I remembered… Chris in the background during the Skype call. I came.

The next morning I helped Chris down the stairs. He had been able to shower by himself thanks to the little stool they had placed in it. He was also wearing a fresh pair of sweat shorts and a T-shirt. As we walked down each step, it was clearer than ever that he was not wearing underwear. Thinking about it, they might not fit over his cast.

I drove Chris to physical therapy again and I was thinking about what I could do while he was in there. After having dropped Chris off, I went to get myself a nice coffee. I sat down with a hot cup of Joe when I saw I had a text from a good friend of mine, Andrea.

‘You’ve been left alone with Chris??’

I chuckled out loud.

‘Yep! It’s been great!’

‘Maybe he’s the change you’ve been looking for LOL’

I laughed out loud. I noticed other patrons looked my way.

‘LOL’, I replied, which wasn’t a lie. ‘So far he’s just very nice to be around. Not just to look at, but he’s smart too.’

‘Glad to hear it. Enjoy!’

I went back to pick Chris up. I was early and sat in the waiting room for five minutes. When he came out, I could immediately tell something was wrong. I noticed it from his facial expression first and then the way he was making his way over. He was walking with crutches, by himself, but something was off. He was in pain.

“Hey”, I said, “are you OK?”

“I’m… well… no, not really. Let’s get to the car first and I’ll tell you.”

I drove us back home when Chris told me how he was always pushing himself to do more and more. And today he tried to walk by himself, even though Cole, the physical therapist, had said he wasn’t ready.

“I’m just not patient enough for things like this. And way too stubborn. So I put too much pressure on it and fuck, it really hurts.”

“Should we get some pain medication?”

“I have it at home, I just haven’t taken it.”

“Why not?”

“I’m just not a fan of it. I always think I’m better off toughing it out. Also, those pills make me all loopy.”

“Well, if you’re in this much pain, you’re taking one.”

He was in the passenger’s seat, literally grunting from the pain.

“All right”, he gave in.

When we got back, somehow Scaramouch was waiting for us again. He meowed. I immediately panicked and told myself to check her food and water immediately after making sure Chris was all right. I sat him down on the sofa as he instructed me to find a strip of his pain medication in the kitchen. I found it and brought it back with a glass of water. I saw him take it.

I checked on Scaramouch’s food situation and he was fine. I gave him some more, gave him some fresh water and he came over to me, still meowing.

“Hey”, I said, as I held out my hand. He sniffed it. He looked back at me and meowed again.

I wasn’t sure what the meowing was about, but I just decided to give him some attention now that he wasn’t behind the washing machine. I sat down on the floor and talked to him.

“What’s up?”, I asked.

He came to me and immediately stroked his head against my leg.

“Aww”, I said, “that’s so sweet.”

I was petting his back and we seemed to become friends as he purred. Soon enough he ate something and then quickly ran off, I’m guessing back to his safe place.

I made Chris some lunch.

“Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, I think we’re getting there”, he said. “Reacting better to the meds now, usually I completely lose it”, he chuckled.

I smiled.

Though as we had lunch, I was starting to notice that Chris was indeed having quite an extreme reaction to the medication. He dropped his glass of water on the table while he was drinking and spilled food on himself. His speech became slurred. Chris was getting high.

“You know what Jose, you’re just such a sweet guy. What would I have done without you??”

He smiled at me, widely. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“Are you feeling OK?”, I asked, still smiling.

He nodded dramatically.

“I am feeling great!”

I transferred him from the table to the couch when he gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“You are so pretty, do you know that?”, he said.

I smiled. Now it was getting awkward.

I decided to text Raenia.

‘Chris is reacting quite extremely to his pain meds, is that normal? Who should I contact?’

I realized it might take a while before she could answer, she was obviously busy.

“Chris, can I contact your doctor?”

“Wheeee!”, he exclaimed as he spread his arms wide and pretended he was flying.

“Chris, who is your doctor?”

“Doctor Seuss? Yeah, I think that’s what his name was. Or her!”

I frowned.

I figured I could try to find a number for the physical therapy practice I had taken him to twice now and see if I could get Cole on the phone. But then I saw Raenia’s text come in.

‘Oh he’s a full-on lightweight. Never done drugs. No need to call anyone. The pain goes away for hours and he’s just a very happy fella for a while, it’s a win-win. Send me video!’

I laughed.

‘Just make sure he doesn’t decide to start walking all of a sudden.’

I sat next to Chris on the couch.

“Jose!”, he said as if he hadn’t seen me for ages. “Come cuddle!”

I chuckled and got closer to him. He pulled me close and pushed his face into my chest.

“Hmmm, that feels nice.”

I let it happen and did feel myself getting slightly aroused.

“Jose?”, Chris asked.

“Yeah?”

“Are you gay?”

I was surprised by the question and its timing.

“Uhm. Yes.”

“Cool. I just wanted to tell you that’s cool.”

“OK.”

We sat next to each other like this for quite a while, with Chris face buried in my chest. It wasn’t arousing anymore. Suddenly he gasped and sat up.

“Did you hear?”

“What?”

“The news?”

I was confused.

“What news?”

“No, me neither! We should watch the news!”

Chris and I watched CNN for a while, which seemed to calm him down a little. Things were still extremely funny to him. Someone’s hair, someone’s glasses, someone’s tie. I just didn’t know what to do but wait it out. I shot some video of his reactions to the TV, to send to Raenia.

At one point I noticed he was slowly passing out on the sofa. It was like 5:00 PM, over 4 hours later. I didn’t know how long he would be out for. I was thankful there were no other chores on the list for today and just went out for a swim. When I came back, Chris had a full-on boner in his sweat shorts. It was hard to look away from. The material tented up in a way that made it impossible to miss.

I made dinner. His boner was very present still. I tried to wake Chris up, thinking he needed to eat, but he was far gone. He could barely open his eyes.

“Rae-Rae?”

“It’s me, Jose.”

He giggled.

“Jose! You’re a good guy.”

He was still slurring his speech. I helped him back to the table, his erection bouncing around as I practically carried him. After a few bites of his food I saw his eyes roll up as he dropped his fork. He was continuously on the brink of passing out, trying hard to stay awake. He was like a baby who was both tired and hungry.

I decided to get him to bed, which was tough, because he clearly didn’t want to go up the stairs. His boner still not subsided, he refused. I had to leave him on the couch as I fetched a pillow and a blanket for him. Within minutes, he was out cold.

I watched some TV as I sat on one of the chairs, keeping an eye on him. He snored, louder and louder as time went on. Suddenly he would move around a little, but then fall back into a deep sleep. He was at one point very obvious about touching himself, as I noticed he was using two hands to pleasure himself, still half asleep. Couldn’t blame him with that rock hard erection that had lasted for hours. He passed back out still holding his cock, albeit under the blanket.

I decided to leave Chris downstairs, hoping he would find his way to the bathroom if he needed it. He seemed to be fine sleeping it off by himself.

The next morning I woke up early, hoping Chris had been all right.

“Hey”, I said as I found him awake.

His eyes were still half-shut as he sat up on the couch.

“Hey”, his voice croaked, “I feel like a wreck.”

“What do you mean?”

“The drugs must have hit me quite hard.”

I laughed.

“Well, yes.”

“Oh no, that doesn’t sound good.”

“No, it was fine, you just got a little high, that’s all.”

“I think lunch is the last thing I remember”, he admitted.

I chuckled.

I told him some of the funny things he had said, and showed him the video I’d sent to Raenia.

“No recollection of this in the slightest”, he said.

I omitted telling him about him being so cuddly, him asking me about being gay, his random compliments, or his self-pleasuring.

“And you know what’s the worst part?”, Chris said, “My leg hurts again this morning.”

“I’m sorry. I would suggest taking something for the pain, but…”

He looked at me with a sarcastic expression.

To be continued…

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The Final Chapter

A year had passed and so much had gone on, too much to say really, Jean-Pierre returned home, and all contact was severed. Bondeko was still with Patrick who had learned to take up the Ass and felt a better man for it. He was so much more relaxed, that his family and Ex-Wife welcomed his Boy Friends intervention. Jimmy ended up with Marco as his and Shanes Ex-Wife had moved away across the Country and she had a new man, who she was keeping far away for his cousins and his friends. After she found out about Marco’s extra marital activities, so she kept a close eye on her new man whose Basketball Ass was sight for sore eyes.

Fred and Antonio ended up with Shamus who was greedy Guy enjoying both of them mostly in the same hole. Machk the Taxi driver ended moving in Jose who lived on the next street planting himself in his Basketball Cakes as much as he could. Sagesse was still with Shane and Officers Erick and Javier continue working and seeing each other as often as they could, with their family situation. However, in a year both of their wives told them to go be happy together, that and the fact that Eric was an insatiable Hungry Bottom for Black Dicks. See Chapters 8 and 10.

Kieron and Georges were over and the day of meeting up with their Lawyers to sign the divorce papers, in order to dissolve their marriage had arrived. Both woke up with after a terrible night’s sleep and sat pondering for ages as to where it all went wrong for them. They now lived in separate apartments and were sad and lonely longing for each other but were afraid to make the first move. They had met and talked about what had happen once, which was hard but benefited each other’s understanding of the situation but not enough to stop the divorce from happening.

Georges forced himself to watch every single video and view every picture. At first, he convinced himself that his soon to be ex-husband had instigated, it especially as the first video looked very convincing. However, as he watched the rest, he could see the fear and terror that he had experienced seeing him breaking down slowly as time went by and his ‘dead eyes’ with the sparkle gone had broken his heart. Georges could not get the sight of Kieron being taken savagely beside him ,whilst he was sleeping and blamed himself for not being able to rescue him and felt terrible that he did not notice this and could not bring himself to make the first step back.

Watching his brother and cousin being raped, violated and gang banged was a pleasurable shock. Seeing them suffer, he wanked off it loads of time see in the misery and fear on both of their faces. Seeing Kieron get his own back, he silently cheered shouting “Go Own My Kieron, Go on Fuck My Cousin and Brother the Rapist Bastards As Hard As You Can.”

George also spotted the carnal passion in his Cousin being violated by Patrick and casted him mind back to his catching them in bed. “I can never forgive my Cuzz, for what he did to my man, but I know how persuasive my Big Brother can be.” “I am happy for him and Patrick” he said. He was kind and generous man, was Georges and Bondeko begged for forgiveness and their relationship was slowly taken one step at a time. Georges also spoke to his mother who was understanding of his pain, not knowing the full story of course, but her advice was “Son if you Love this Man don’t let him go!”

He arrived at the Lawyers office at the same time as Kieron who looked terrified and was talking to his counsel. As proceeding continued and they were going through the final procedure and about to sign the final papers, they put the pens down, look at each other and got up at the same time, met each other in the middle of the room, hugged each other and burst into tears. “Let’s give them a few minutes both lawyers stated and left the room.

“Oh Kieron, I love you so much” Georges cried. “I love you” Kieron cried “and don’t want t to lose you.” “Nor me either” and they hugged and kissed, and the old familiar hunger came back. “Let’s go.” “Where I don’t care, just let’s go” and they ran out shouting “Sorry we have changed our minds.” Georges Lawyer said “that’s 100 Dollars you owe me I knew they would change their minds. “Dammit your right again” and handed the cash over.

Georges and Kieron hand in hand, headed back to the Bar that they had got together, which was one of Kieron favourite Irish Bar. See Chapter 1. They sat and talked and talked and held hands and kissed and nobody batted an eye. The barman who was friends with Jimmy, rang him and he the others all turned up together and said, “Hey what going on?” “We changed our minds and ere.”

“Jesus Christ Guys, there’s nothing else to say is there” cried Patrick and Sagesse, “we are so happy for you twos,” and they started to well up.” “Come on let’s get drunk” and they did and much later on not wanting to go their separate homes, Kieron and Georges ended up in a hotel and made passionate love. Being together was where they belonged and they made so much noise that the other guests were banging in the wall and two security guards after banging on the door for ages, entered the room.

They saw two men standing by the window dresser fucking. The white guy was beefy and had a massive horse ass, which was being plowed into to by the black guy with at least a 10-inch-thick dick. They were making out passionately and sexual groans emulated from them. Although both security men were straight, the sight of the two guys handlining each other so intimately like they did with their spouses, was a turn on and they looked at each other thinking “what we do here” as Georges dark meat was a clear distraction as it entered and exited his man’s gaping ass pussy.

“Hey Guys, we have received complaints about the noise” of them stated clearing his throat. He was tall Blond and Beefy with crew cut called Paul. Startled but still fucking and kissing each other intimately Kieran and Georges panted “So Sorry Guys, we were due to get divorced today but changed our minds we have been through hell and back and haven’t made love for a long while SORRRYYYY”, they screamed ad both came whilst they were speaking. Georges inside his man cunt and Kieron on the floor underneath him and he blushed bright red.

Wasyl a dark hair Ukrainian with dark brown hair and a stern face with a similar built as his colleague Paul, said “yes, I understand as myself and my wife went through rough patch, but we made it through what happened?” “Can I tell you later” Georges panted “as I really need to fuck my husband here?” “ Yeah sure go ahead” they said and he cock walked Kieron back to the bed exited out of him, and he positioned him on his back and Kieron hooked his legs under his arms and his husband sank right back inside him and started to stroke back in and right out of him, knocking the breath out of him.

Seeing the two man so much in love and their bodies were entwined, with the black guys dong thrusting inside his white husbands massive buttocks, who was banging back up to meet every hard thrust and them sharing deep kisses, left the two guys conflicted. They noted that each other had growing hard ons and knew they had to leave, but were transfixed saying “Fuck this is too much” and after watching the couple for few minutes wailing and moaning erotically, they backed up and went to the door.

“What should we do “Paul said quietly,” “leave them to it,” “I know but I want to watch” he panted rubbing himself. “Man, so do I,” Wasyl panted fishing his dick out of his fitted work pants. “Let’s Go, but I gotta beat off first” and they stood quietly in the doorway wanking off, side by side watching Keiron and his husband continuing making love to each other. Both Security Guys, were thinking “I did not know that two men could fuck as intimately as this” and were conscious that they were behaving like voyeurs but could not leave at that point even if they wanted to.

Kieron spotting them, called them over and said “Hey guys wank each other off for goodness sake you make a hot couple” and they moved towards each other looking at each other shyly whilst the married gay couple on the bed continue to make love turning them on even more not quite understanding why. They were aware that they were interrupting the married couple make up sex, but Kieron was a generous guy, as was Georges and they could see even if the Paul and Wasyl couldn’t that here was another couple in making.

“Let’s blow them” Georges said to Kieron and he agreed. “Come here closer guys” they said, and they hesitated. “Come on” and they did and stood awkwardly whilst their trousers were unzipped and pulled down. Their rock-hard cocks were devoured down to the base. “Fuck” they gasped as they were worked over head to base and back again. Both were 8 inches thick, Wasyl was cut, Paul wasn’t, and both had a musky sweaty manly smell about them, that was pleasant. They looked at each other not wanting to cum but the two guys were well skilled, and they pushed them off.

“Wait a minute” they stammered “give us a minute Please.” “Ah you don’t want to cum yet eh?” “No,” they said shyly “we don’t.” “Ok how long have you got?” “Hold on minute” and talking into a walkie talkie, Paul said “Boss yeah, it’s all ok we are talking to them now and will be another 30 minutes max, as they are upset and had a fight and want to talk for a bit ” and he locked him off.

“30 minutes eh!” Kieron said craftily “take these off” and the guys trousers and underpants were ripped down and off and they were rimmed thoroughly opening them right up and were fingered vigorously. Their dicks were attacked, slurped, and suctioned and within 25 minutes they had spurted two huge sticky hot loads over Georges and Kieron’s face, who then devoured them whole and clean them off and shared hot cum kisses, making both guys hard again wishing they could stay longer, but knew they couldn’t.

“Thanks guys” they gushed “thanks a lot and we hope it all works out for you.” “You two need to get together” Kieron said. “No, No We are Straight and married so that not going to happen.” “Of course, it is “Georges said “but play around with each other first, as you fit well together like me and my hubby here.” “Take Care Guys and keep in touch yeah.” They started fucking before as the Paul and Wasyl left the room and they last thing the Security Men saw, was Georges massive ass spreading wider, showing off his ass hole which was clenching and unclenching, as he slammed up and down inside his Man’s open Horse Ass Hole, which gapped widely as he came out and flatted his Phat Cheeks, when he was plunged right back into.

“Come On Bud” Paul said, “let’s go and leave these two ‘Love Birds’ to it and they left and he spotted an empty room and pull Wasyl into it, grabbed him and kissing him before the door shut and unzipping his work pants and his own and wanked him off again talking another 30 mins before they returned to the security office flushed. Their manager looked at them funny as he could smell man sex and fresh spunk on them but said nothing. As Georges and Kieron predicted these two were romance in making and left their spouses and move in together 18 months later and kept in touch with them.

Georges and Keiron made love all night long like it was the first time they got together, but only better as it was more intimate, then before and they looked at each other tingling all over, regretting the time they were apart being so damn miserable. They completed each other and nobody was going to come between them again ever. Finally exhausted they fell asleep in the usual position.

Waking up the next morning Kieron ask the same old question “Why is Your Big Dick in my Ass?” whilst Milking his Hubby Georges Cock as he ejaculated inside him, locking their lips together forever.

THE END

  I went down on his big delicious cock. Quickly tasting his wonderful precum. I sighed in delight as the glorious flavor of his  pregoo oozed over my tongue and pallette. I hummed on his thick cock as I did. 

“Hmmm. Sooo good” I cooed as I came off his dick for a moment “Soo delicious” 

Then I went back down on his dick again. Vendi moaned softly as I pulled my mouth over the beefy head of his dick. My tongue raking over it and then down his shaft. 

“Yess man” He moaned “Suck it good man. Hmff.. So good” 

His accent was so damned sexy as he moaned. It made me all the hungrier for him, his cock and those heavy balls . I grabbed at Vendi’s balls again and gently tugged on them as I slobbered over the fat cock in my hungry mouth. He moaned again. Louder this time as he was loving the worship I was giving his cock and balls. 

“Ohh yeah!” He moaned again “That mouth. And pull on my balls man. Yeah pull em!” 

So I did. I pulled and kneaded those big orbs. Getting them to churn up a batch of his sweet cum. That heavy load I had seen in the chat. That load I was ever so hungry for. 

“Yess. Tug on them” He said again 

I continued to slobber and pull on cock and balls. Feeling as his rigid cock throbbed in my face. Swelling and puffing out as it responded to my worship. I could hear his moans above me as I continued this. My hand moved back up to his hairy torso. Caressing at his chest and belly as I continued this cock worship for him. I loved how his hairy body felt under my fingers. Then my fingers grazed over one of his nipples. Vendi moaned very loudly and thrust his cock into my face. I gagged a bit as he lunged forward. 

“Ughnn. Fuck” He groaned “Now my nipples buddy. Play with my nipples” 

I did as he requested. I went back to his nipple and grasped it between my fingers. Then I gently pulled on it. Vendi groaned again and again pushed cock into my happy face. Again I gagged in his thick dick. 

“Awee fuckk!” He moaned again “Suck my dick baby. Suck it down” 

I was still pulling on his fat balls with my other hand as I worshiped his dick. And also pulling on his nipples. So his whole body was getting touched. And Vendi loved it. 

“Fuckk. Soo good man” I said as I came up for air “I love this big dick. And these huge balls. I could have them all day” 

I then left his cock and went back to those huge balls again. Opening my hungry mouth and trying to envelope them both once more. Vendi moaned deeply as I slobbered back on his balls. I continued to worship them for a minute more or so. Then I pulled from those glorious orbs again. 

“I want this fat dick in my ass” I then stated 

So I climbed up and onto his lap. I spit on my hand and swabbed up my ass hole. Just enough lube to get it wet for his big dick. I then pulled my ass over his cock and decided to lower myself onto it. I felt the fat cock head at my hole. I grabbed it and rubbed it up and down my ass crack. Then pressed my ass hole to the dick. I continued to rub my ass on his cock until I got a good position and his dick was on target for my doorway. 

“Hmmmff fukk!” I moaned as I pushed onto it again “Shiit. Soo big man” 

I felt the pop as my hole opened up and the head of his dick went into me. There was some mild discomfort as the thick cock was pulling at my ass hole. It had never been opened so much before. But that minor pain was worth the feelings that followed. A feeling of total fullness. I had Vendi s big wonderful dick now inside me. 

“Ughhn fuckk yess” I cooed “Feels incredible”

I moved down his big dick slowly at first. Groaning deeply as it pushed deeper into my guts. The big thick shaft and those thick vein moving passed my hole and entrance. Veins feeling like speed bumps as I moved further down him.  I slowed as each bump passed through my ass ring. 

“Ohh God” I moaned aloud “Soo fucking big. Fuckk!” “Yess. Feels soo good” He stated under me. 

I had paused as I was about 80% down his big dick. Still trying to hold myself up. But my legs were quivering more and more as in had pushed down his schlong. I felt like I would fall over at any moment. 

“Soo fucking big” I huffed again “Never been filled up so much with dick. God!”

I decided to start to move up his shaft now. Feeling so damned full of dick. And I needed to cool my ass from the pressure at the hole. So I began to pull up to get off his dick. But I squeezed at his chest for some reason. My fingers raked over his nipple. This caused a reaction in Vendi. He groaned as pleasure took his nipple. Then he grabbed at me and lunged forth at my ass. The combined actions caused me to slip and I fell back down and onto his whole dick. Every thick inch was pushed into my body. I was now impaled in Vendi. 

“Ohh my G….” Was al I could get out “Awee shiit baby!” He yelled “In. All in. Fuckk!” 

He loved it. But I was destroyed. For as I was impaled on all he had. His fat cock head slammed into my prostate. Crushing my button with the blunt end of his dick. I fell forward in a series of violent convulsions on his chest. Strange incoherent sounds babbled from my lips. Whimpers and chirps and clicks, and other strange almost inhuman sounds. Vendi grabbed my shaking body and pulled me to his. I continued to shake as my guts were just wrecked from the fall. 

“Awee fuck. Awee shiit baby” He said as he held me close “Fuck. Your ass. Awee fuck” 

I was buried into his chest and neck. Still twitching from the incident for but moments before. I couldn’t seem to stop my body. ‘Had it damaged something’ was all my head surmised. But slowly, slowly as I lay there on Vendi, my body stopped.  And I was just laying in him. Feeling the soothing body, chest and his soft breath on me. 

“Ohh God, ohh God, ohh God” I swooned “Soo fucking big. Awee Vendi, my big hoary stud.” 

Then he pulled me over and flipped us around. He pushed me back to the bed.  His cock was still inside me as he maneuvered us around. Then he grabbed on of my legs and pulled it up. I felt as his dick moved around in me as he repositioned himself. Then Vendi pushed that dick back down. Digging in deep into my bowels again. I felt as his big balls tapped at my bottom as he thrust back in. I groaned as he slammed back in. 

“Awee fuck yess daddy” I moaned “Such a big bull you are” 

I looked up at the handsome bull above me. His big meaty fur covered chest flexing as he fucked my guts. I reached for it and grabbed hold of flesh and fur. Digging my fingers into him. This caused him to push harder on me. Driving all that cock down into my battered guts. He started to move faster now. His big butt pumping his dick into my ass. Grinding and thrusting, thrusting and grinding all his cock into my depths. I loved as his balls slapped against me. The hard sound and the fullness of that big sack rubbing at my back side felt wonderful. 

“Give it to me Vendi.” I cried “Bury all that cock into me. And give me your cum stud. Give it to mee!” 

Vendi continued his assault on my bowels driving his big dick into me at what was now a heated pace. I knew he would soon bust a big load into me and it’s all I could ever have wanted. I loved the sounds as his big heavy balls continued to tap against my body as he fucked me. 

“Yess daddy!” I cried “Breed me Vendi. Breed me stud” 

I reached for his nipple as it was inches from my hand. I grabbed hold of it and pulled lightly on it. He moaned as the tweak drove him in. His ass pounded harder at me. His fat dick slammed into me harder. And those balls made a heavy ‘thudding’ sound as they hit. I then pulled the bug hunky stud down on me. Finding his mouth and biting and sucking on it. Then thrusting my tongue into it. Moaning in his mouth as his dick found a slightly different angle like this. 

“Ughn. Ughn. Ughn” I grunted as I kissed him 

My hand was still attached to his tit and I pulled it again. Harder this time. And that’s when he pulled from my mouth. Vendi’s head was thrown back and he howled that he was gonna cum. 

“Shiiit. Baby shiit!” He yelled “Gonna fucking cummm!” “Yess. Give it to me daddy. Give it to me!” I called back “Fill up my hungry ass stud. Do mee!’

Then his cock exploded inside my ass. A Vesuvius like eruption as a flood of hot boiling cum fired into me. The man grunted as he pushed his dumping into my bowels. Loud and deep groans as he came. 

“Fuckk. Yeah baby. Cumming” He moaned “Yess daddy. Fill me up.” I i cried back “Love it stud. Fill me up! Fill me up with that hot cum” 

I pulled his face back down and kissed the handsome stud again. Then as we made out, he finished dumping his cum into my guts. It was warm and soothed inside my ass now. I sighed in delight as he just lay there on me. Relishing in the sex we just had. I then grabbed Vendi and flipped us around. Laying the hunky bear on his back. I then pulled off his dick and the crawled down his body to his crotch. His dick was softening fast. Covered in cum and me. I kissed the sensitive cock and he twitched above. 

“Soo good” I said as I kissed his cock “Filled up nicely with your cum daddy” 

I then lowered my mouth to those big nuts. I kissed at them. Then licked them once. Then I nuzzled my face in his big delicious sack. The balls were still hot from his eruption. And I felt them as they shifted in their sack. 

“Hmmm. Soo nice” I said again as I let there in his balls. Enjoying their fullness against my happy face…

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6 May ’72 and someone was trying to wake me up.  I opened one eye and checked the alarm clock.  it was eight o’clock.   I should get up because…for some good reason I couldn’t remember.   Uncle Mitch was standing there, damp from the shower, wearing his bathrobe, “Do I have to drag you into the shower?”  I mumbled a No and he pulled the covers down and the cool air hit my naked body.  I rolled to my belly to hide my hard-on.  “Job interview at nine, buddy.   Get up.”  Mr. Collier!  I sat up, keeping my back turned and he threw me my robe.  I got it on, and he said, “Breakfast in thirty, bud,” and left the room.

I showered and dressed in green shirt, blue briefs and tight black jeans and sat down to eat.  Uncle asked me about the job, and I told him, honestly, that I didn’t know what it involved. I told him, a little less honestly, that Mr. Collier had just mentioned the studio in passing.  I left out the part where he gave me a tour, then fucked me, then took photos of me, with and without my jockstrap. [MISTER COLLIER GIVES ME A RIDE] 

Mr. C picked me up and we were at the studio by 9:45. The first thing he did was explain the job.  “It’s an assistant job but not a full assistant yet.  You’ll be helping customers pose, greeting them and getting them drinks, helping set up shoots and handing the photos over to them and collecting payment.  Not prestigious but it pays $2.30 an hour.” [Bear in mind that minimum wage in 1972 was $1.60.]  And the hours would be flexible, so his calling me mid-week or on the weekend would appear to be not only innocent but expected. 

He took me to the file cabinets, of which there were three, where he had alphabetical files for every customer.  He’d been doing this for six years and had over 400 customers.  Some were one-time only but a large percentage, including struggling models and performers, returned every six months to a year for updated photos.  Many others returned quarterly or monthly, or whenever they had a partner who they wanted photos of.  I asked if my photos were in there and he said “No, they’re in my personal book with a few other buddies.  Completed photos waiting for pickup are also in the files with an invoice.”  As a rule, he didn’t work Saturdays [“…Saturdays are my play day.”] and worked half day Sundays.  His client base included hardcore magazine publishers and film producers.

He’d scheduled three shoots today for my benefit [being certain I’d accept the job interview] and the first arrived at eleven.  He was a tall brunette, 30-ish office-type with a slim build and average looks.  He smiled at me and asked if I could join in the shoot.  I shook my head and Mr. C said “No” simultaneously.  The guy offered an extra twenty dollars and we both said No again.  Mr. C showed him to the shower [all customers showered on-site before a nude shoot] and told me I’d do that in future.  He had me get the man a scotch/water and told me I’d also be responsible for that.  I couldn’t help glancing at the guy’s cock during the shoot: it had to be ten inches long.  Afterward he joked that he’d given me a chance but didn’t push from there.

We had lunch at a deli at 12:30 and session 2 started at two o’clock.  This was an action session with George G and Hiro [Mr. C introduced George as a regular and a good customer].  George was a medium build, 6-foot late 30s blonde, with a slightly round, attractive face, a thick six-inch-plus cock and big, heavy balls.  Hiro was a 22-year-old Japanese, around 5’4, slim, effeminate and good-looking with longish hair.  He had a five-inch cock and his pubes were completely shaved.  George flirted with me throughout the shoot, more frequently and openly in the last few minutes.  Before they left, he expressed his “…. hope to see you next session.”  Mr. C seemed surprised when I mentioned the flirting, then shrugged and said he was sure I could deal with it.  I agreed.

The third session was at four with another regular [five-eight, stocky, salt and pepper haired Geoff Dare] who was also a good and steady customer.  The session was for the 18-year-old, Brad, he brought with him, who was around my height and muscular with short brown hair and a slim eight-inch cock.  He had a bit of a rough face [he looked like the bully type] and didn’t smile much.

Following that session, I officially accepted the job and Mr. C poured drinks: a straight vodka/rocks for both of us, “Bottoms up.”  He drained his and I followed suit.   He asked if I could handle another, I said Sure and he gave me another followed by a third, “for sipping”.  He locked the shop, drew the front door curtain and returned to me, opening his slacks, “Ted Anderson will be here at five-thirty,” he exposed his hard cock and stroked it, “to pick up some photos.”  I opened my jeans, swallowed a mouthful of vodka and knelt.

“That Hiro kid turned me on like hell.”  He ran his cock across my lips, still stroking, “Suck it.”

I took it into my mouth and ran my tongue across it, sucked at it for a moment and slipped it out.  I kissed the head, licked the hard shaft top to bottom and back up, getting hornier and hornier.  I licked his balls, kissed them and his shaft, sucked them and licked his shaft again, up and took his cock back into my mouth with an audible moan.  I started riding it slowly, taking half of it into my wet mouth, out and back in and steady for a few minutes and then a little faster, sloppier.

“Not so fast,” Mr. C held my head and started pumping his hips steadily, fucking my mouth, gripping my hair and he pushed deep, gagging me, withdrew and held my jaw, “Drink.  Val’s horny.”  “Yes.”  I drank and he held my mouth open and slid his cock in, pumped fast for a moment and withdrew.  “Yeah you are.”

He pulled me up and pushed my jeans and briefs down, shoved a finger up my ass, withdrew it, “Strip and bend over the sofa,” then stepped away.  I took my jeans and briefs off, finished my drink and leaned over the sofa arm.  He opened and closed the front door and a few minutes later he returned with my drink and lube.

I drank, finishing it, and he put it on the floor, pushed my shoulders down, and slipped his lubed fingers up my ass, “Ted’s early.”  He pushed deeper, pressing his left arm against my shoulders, keeping my head down. “He’s waiting in the front room.”  My cock throbbed.  He withdrew his fingers, “Told him I was busy,” moved around and pushed his cock partway into my ass, “fucking your ass.”

He shoved his cock completely home, waited a few seconds, then started fucking me slowly.  He reached around, unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed and pinched my nipples, still pumping my ass slow.  He thrust and stopped long enough to tug my shirt off and toss it on the sofa.  “Yeah,” he started pumping again, faster now, “that’s right”.

Mr. Anderson casually walked in, carrying a drink, and leaned against the wall, watching.  I wasn’t surprised, but I was surprised he was dressed.  He was wearing a dark blue suit, pale blue shirt and print tie.

Mr. C ran his hand up my belly, over my chest and into my hair, “You like that.”  Slowed down just a little, covered my mouth, “You like my cock in your pretty ass.”  I said Uh-huh and he sped up again, “Fucking your ass.  You want some more?”  “Uh-huh!” I licked his hand and he sped up for a minute, slowed down a little and fucked me for a few minutes, gripping my shoulder.  Bit my ear lightly, “You’re a horny little slut,” sped up again. “aren’t you?”  “Yeah-huh.”  He grabbed my hips, “Fuck you are hot,” and started fucking me hard and fast.

Mr. A fondled his cock.  I made eye contact and he smiled and drank.

Mr. C squeezed my ass cheeks together, hammer-fucking me, breathing “yeah”, pounding into me, “Just what…” faster, “you…need”, grunting, “come on come on baby”

Mr. A finished his drink, still fondling his cock.

“Little…hot fucking… yeah!” Mr. C shot a heavy load into me, kept pumping, slower and another spurt.   He ran his hands up my sides, loosed one more shot of cum and stopped thrusting.

He withdrew and got me turned around, knelt and took my cock into his mouth.  Inevitably it only took a few minutes of cocksucking and finger-fucking my ass before I shot my load.

We cleaned up with tissues and Mr. C told me to freshen up everyone’s drinks while he took a quick shower, “…and don’t dress yet.”  I got my clothes picked up and set them aside, Mr. A watching me, and got the drinks, switching mine to a Black Russian, and by the time I’d done, Mr. C was out of the shower.  He told me to shower.  I started to get my clothes, but he took them, “No.  You don’t need them yet.”

I showered and started to wrap a towel around my waist, then hung it up and came back naked.  Mr. C, now dressed, had me get Mr. Anderson’s photos.  Mr. Anderson started to check them, then asked me to “…have a look.”  I moved over beside him, standing at the front counter, and he checked each of the twelve shots, fondling my ass occasionally.  He told Mr. Collier, “You keep this kind of service up and I may have to do this more often.”  I shrugged and Mr. C said “Well, you never know.”

We drank, and the two of them stepped away to speak privately for a few minutes.  When they returned, Mr. C asked me if I’d do a few more photos for him.  He said he liked the blue briefs.  I drank, wondering if he was going to ask for action shots and wondering how I’d turn them down, but he saved me the trouble.  He said, “Ted can leave the room if you’re not comfortable with him being here.  I just want a few solo shots.”  That I could do, and I was okay with Mr. Anderson watching.  Afterward I rinsed and dressed and Mr. Anderson asked if I’d be interested in helping him out at a small party, as a cocktail waiter, “…bow tie and jock strap, ten guests and no sex, but you may be covered with fingerprints before you’re done.  Thirty dollars for five hours.  June 5th, 1 pm to 6 pm.” That was a school day.  I told him I wasn’t sure I could, but he said to think about it and just let him know by the 20th.  Mr. C smiled, “I’d think you can skip a class or two this close to graduation.”  I said I could probably do it and that settled it. 

He made an appointment for a shoot on Friday, May 19th and left.  Mr. C and I did McDonald’s for dinner and he suggested a trip to Nine Ballz to cap off the day.  I called Uncle Mitch and told him Mr. Collier had hired me and we were going for a few drinks to celebrate.

It wasn’t quite seven when we arrived, but there were probably sixty-some guys there, mostly thirty-plus.  Ronnie was at the bar and had our usual drinks ready before we reached the counter.  About halfway through them, Mr. S [who I’d been intimately introduced to three weeks ago [MR. COLLIER’S FRIENDS: TONI AND MR S]], came over and bought us a round.   He pulled Mr. C aside for a few minutes to talk.  Mr. Collier shook his head a couple of times, then finally said “Okay, but not Friday.  Too many guys.”

They came back and Mr. C reintroduced Mr. S, “You remember Mr. Sinclair, Val.” [I did, though I’d only known him as Robert S til now.]  “He wants to ask you something.” 

What he wanted was to film a “home movie” of our next party.  Not, Mr. C added, the poker party next Friday.  I wasn’t sure.

Mr. C said we could do a “domino mask” similar to Robin’s and Mr. S smiled at that, “Yeah, now that’s an idea.”  I asked who else would see it and he said, “a few friends” and told me that even if one of his buddies happened to recognize me, to consider context: “He’d be watching gay porn.”  True.  I said I’d let Mr. C know at the poker party and he was happy with that. 

Mister Collier and I went back to the pool table and started a game.  Midway through, Ronnie came back and told Mr. C he had a phone call.  When he came back, he said “That was Toni.  He and Frank Diamond are out looking for someone to party with.  I mentioned you’re with me.  Are you interested?”  He smiled, “It would give you more time with Frank.”  I laughed [I was buzzed] and told him I remembered Toni well enough, but couldn’t remember Frank, “As usual.  You all must think I’m rude or just a bubble-brained bimbo.”  He noted that he’d introduced me to forty or fifty-some men in the past month, so he wasn’t expecting me to remember them all.  “But you’d make a cute male bimbo.  And you’ll remember Frank.  You were nearly drooling over him.  You game?”  I finished my drink and nodded, “Yes sir, boss.”  Drooling?

He was right.  Well, not “drooling” but “attracted to”.

When they arrived and I was reintroduced to Frank Diamond [“Mr. Diamond”], I did remember seeing him before, though I couldn’t remember being introduced.  He reminded me of a slim, six-foot mid-forties Raymond Burr, from Burr’s Perry Mason days, but with gray hair.  And that brooding look did turn me on.  He had a gray suit, red shirt and white tie on.  Fifty-something Toni was dressed in what I eventually found out was his usual “rock-chic” barhopping outfit of leather pants, half-boots, a poet shirt opened to his navel and a few gold chains. 

I joined Mr. Diamond [driving] and Toni [in the back seat with me] in Toni’s car and Toni had my shirt off before we left the bar.  I slipped my sneakers off and Toni peeled my jeans off and got me seated on his lap and I squirmed against his nearly eight-inch hard-on.  He spread my legs wide and fondled my cock. “Yeah, that’s right, babe, Toni’s happy to see you.  You like that?”  He pushed up, grinding his cock against me.  I told him I did, and my cock throbbed.  He tugged my briefs down, “Yeah I know you do.  You been wishing for another round of the ‘Toni’s joy-pole up your sweet ass’ show and Toni’s gonna grant your wish tonight.”  He took my briefs off and tossed them into the grocery bag on the front passenger seat, spread my legs and started casually fondling my legs, cock and balls. 

About ten minutes later we pulled into Toni’s garage and Mister C pulled into the driveway behind us.  Before we went in, he told me to bring the bag into the kitchen, “And same deal as last time: leave the clothes.”  They went in and I took my briefs out of the bag and put them with my clothes, then brought the bag in and helped Mr. C get nuts, cheese, crackers and olives onto trays and bowls.  Toni came in, wearing only red satin briefs now, and grabbed two beers and left.  Mr. C smiled, “This is what guests are for.  Anyway, can you get our drinks?”  I didn’t mind and said so, and after getting our vodka/tonic and Black Russian, headed to the living room.

Mr. Diamond was on the right side of the sofa, naked, his clothes on the left side, Mr. C sat in an armchair and Toni was in one opposite him, near Mr. D.  I gave Mr. C his drink.

“Where’d we leave off, babe?”  Toni drank, “Come here sit on Toni’s lap and I’ll remember.”

I went over and sat on his lap.  He felt my legs, “Drink.”  I sipped and he smiled, “Don’t be a tease; drink half of it, baby.”  Mr. D laughed, “Trying to get the kid drink, Toni?”  “He’s already drunk, ain’t ya babe?”

I said I was close enough.

I was.

I drank slowly and squirmed against Toni’s cock.  My dick jerked as his engorged a bit.  I took another sip, and Toni caressed, then patted my leg. “Get down on your knees, babe.”  Mr. D took my drink and I knelt while Toni pushed the armchair back and stood up, dropping his briefs, “And show us what you can do.”

I took his semi-hard cock into my mouth and ran my tongue under it, sucked at the warm pink head.  Took more of it, wanting the whole shaft inside me even though I knew I couldn’t have handled it.  I withdrew it to the head and started to ride it when Toni withdrew it completely.  I looked up at him, puzzled and apparently looking as hurt as I felt, and he smiled, “Damn, you really want it.  Lick it good first, babe; then I’ll let you suck it.”

I tried to take it, but he pushed my hand away and patted my cheek with it, “Just your tongue, sugar.  Come on.”  He patted my other cheek—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind me who was controlling this—then ran his cock across my lips.  I licked the shaft a little, teasing.  He brushed my hair, “Hey.”  He slapped my cheek with his cock, “Stick your tongue out.”  I did.  “All the way, do it babe!”  I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out completely.  Toni pressed his cock against it, “Now lick my fuckin’ cock and lick my balls nice and wet.   Just like you been wanting to.”

I licked his shaft obediently at first, then hungrily, up to the pulsing head and around and teasing at the cumhole.  I ran my tongue down the hardening shaft and around it, licked his shaved crotch. Kissed the smooth flesh and moved on to his equally hairless balls.  My cock throbbed at the feel of the shaved, warm sac against my tongue.  I kissed his balls, licked upward, worked up saliva and licked up to the tip and let my drool coat his shaft and thrilled as it went fully erect under my ministrations.   Down the shaft, working my saliva around the throbbing flesh, down to his balls and…

Toni clutched my hair, “Now suck it, slow and easy, get it ready, babe.  Hey, Frankie…”

I took half Toni’s cock into my mouth and started riding it steadily.

Mr. Diamond came over, his cock at its full and slim seven-plus inches.  Toni said, “You know where the jar is.”  Mr. D said yes and stepped away.  Toni stopped my movements and fucked my mouth a few short thrusts, “Good, that’s better babe….our good little fuckboy, huh?”  He released my head and I looked into his eyes and started sucking again.

Mr. D returned with lube.  Toni asked if he wanted to “do the prep” and he said “Sure.”

Mister Diamond knelt beside me and fondled my ass cheeks.  Toni held my head still again and went back to fucking my mouth.  Mr. D pressed against me, his cock pressed up hard against my thigh.   He eased two lube-coated fingers into my ass, and I moaned around Toni’s cock.  Mr. D shoved his entire index and middle fingers in and twisted, turned and probed.  I looked up at Toni.

Mr. D withdrew, “He’s ready for a good dicking, Toni.”

“Then I better get to it.”   He withdrew from my mouth, took me over between the coffee table and the tv, got me to hands and knees and nudged his cock into my lube-soaked ass.  “Yeah, you ready, baby.”  He patted my ass and eased forward an inch, and another, “Sweet…” and more, “Yeah, sweetbabe, gonna fuck your ass so fine.”  He pushed my shoulders down, eased out a little then shoved his cock into me and started fucking me in long, slow thrusts.  He finished his beer and Mr. Collier offered to help Mr. D get fresh drinks.

Toni sped up, still holding my shoulders down, “Yeah,” slowed down a little, “fuckin’ hot little” grabbed my shoulders and fucked me faster and harder, “dicktoy…yeah that’s nice that’s so fine,” and stopped and I thought he was going to cum, but he withdrew.

Mr. Diamond and Mr. Collier returned with fresh drinks.

Toni slapped my ass, “Lay down flat.”  I dropped, he spread my legs wide, laid on me, shoved his dick up my ass again and started fucking me hard and fast.  He pounded my ass for a few minutes, unrelenting, then groaned and, still pumping hard and fast, unloaded several thick shots of jizz into me.  He withdrew and slapped my ass again, “Sweet!  You’re up, Frankie!”

Mr. Diamond came over and said, “Hands and knees.  You like being watched.”  I got up and admitted what I’d just today realized, “Yeah, I do.”  Mr. D spit-lubed and slipped his dick into me, grabbed my hips and started fucking me steadily.  I glanced at Mr. Collier.  He was watching and jerking off.  He drank, then got up and stepped out of his slacks and briefs.

Mr. D kept going, smooth and steady.  He reached around me and fondled my cock and balls roughly, “Damn nice, you’re right Toni.”  He ran his hands up my belly and chest, back to my ass and sped up a little, “Cute, too.”

Mr. C came over and rubbed his hard cock under my chin, along my jaw and over my lips.  I opened my mouth and he filled it with cock, held my head and started fucking my mouth. 

Mr. Diamond patted my ass, “We’ve got to tag team this babe sometime, Toni.  What’s his name?  Or run a gantlet on him, fuck yeah.”  “Val,” Toni drank, “yeah I bet he’d love a six- or eight-man gantlet.”  Mr. D pinched and twisted my nipples and started pumping faster and harder.  Mr. Collier grunted and withdrew his cock, “Open up wide,” and started jerking off, “You want this?”  I said “Yeah-huh.”  “Yeah I know you do.”  Mr. D sped up, then slowed down a little.  Mr. C held me by the hair, “Wide.  Yeah, you want all of it, oh yeah.”  I looked up at him and he grunted and shot a small load onto my outstretched tongue, then another and slid his cock into my mouth.  When I’d sucked it clean, he ruffled my hair and stepped into the bathroom.

Mr. Diamond withdrew, “Turn over.”  I rolled to my back.  He shoved his cock into my ass and started fucking me hard and fast, just ass-pounding me.  A few minutes later, just as Mr. C returned, Mr. D shot a heavy stream of cum into me.   He withdrew and jerked off over me, another thick burst streaking across my belly, and three more small bursts and he got up and went into the bath to clean up.

After I cleaned up, Mr. Diamond and Mr. Collier went into the kitchen to talk and Toni had me sit at his feet.  He explained the tag team and it was simple, “…like wrestling.  One guy starts the fuck train, the second tags in and pumps a while, the first guy tags back in and so on.”  It was usually two guys but sometimes three or four.  I sucked off both Mr. D and Toni later and Mr. C drove me home around midnight.

I told Uncle Mitch about the job [well, except for the standing by Mr. Anderson naked while he checked his order part] and we watched a late movie.  A half hour in he got beers and a few minutes after he sat down I noticed his robe was open a bit.  And he was naked under it…and he had a partial erection.  I drank and stared at the screen and a moment later he chuckled and said, “Oops.”  I glanced over and he closed the robe, giving me another look first, and smiled, “Came undone there.  Nothing you haven’t seen in the lockers at least.”  I played dumb and told him I hadn’t noticed.  I didn’t want to embarrass him.

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I am a 34 year old, 6’, 175 lb, bisexual with a nice fit body that I keep in shape by going the gym regularly. I am an IT project manager and my work has been so demanding and highly prioritized in my life that I have never had a long term relationship.

For a period of 6 months, I was the project lead for a big IT integration project at a large firm whose headquarters are in the middle of the city. I worked on site every day and commuted to the city center which is about 1 hour from my house. I was working 10 hours a day and so on Fridays, I would take off a little early and visit one of the adult movie theaters in the city. It had 4 small cinema rooms, each dedicated to either gay, straight, trans or fetish porn, small rooms with beds, stalls for blowjobs and a darkroom.

One Friday evening when I arrived, in the straight video room, there was a man who obviously worked for the railroad. He still had on his dirty orange work clothes that were covered with grease and tar and big worn leather boots covered with dust and mud. He was about 6’ 2”, 200 lbs, buzz cut with 3-4 days stubble on his cheeks. He was all man and he reeked of testosterone. He sat and looked at the film and rubbed his crotch through the thick work clothes. He paid attention only to the screen and did not look at anyone even though many were trying to cruise him. Even if they spoke to him, he ignored them. I got a full hardon just looking at him, but it was clear there was no chance.

The next two Friday nights I was there, it was the same story. On the third Friday, when I paid my entrance fee, there were some guys talking to the cashier asking, what’s up with the Railroad man? The cashier responded that he came in on Fridays, never even took his coat off, and sat there watching straight porn for hours. He never went with anyone, even the female hookers. In my head the thought rang out “challenge accepted”. I would try to score him.

I tried several times unsuccessfully to get his attention and ended up giving a couple of blowjobs to kill some time. Before leaving I decided to try once more. I went in and sat down beside him without looking at him or saying a word. Fuck he was hot! My cock was stiff just from sitting beside him and watching him slowly and gently rub his ample package.

After a while I said “that’s a pretty hot scene” and he just made a grunting noise in response. I thought this positive since he hadn’t even grunted at anyone else. I sat and watched the film with him some more. Again, there came a good scene and I said “damn that’s hot, it makes me so horny”. His response was to rub his cock a little faster. In the background, many of the clientele were regularly stopping by to see who dared to sit so long with the Railroad man and to see if I made any progress.

I sat longer and then said “I’m really horny”, he said, in a deep and manly voice, “there are plenty of hookers here”. I responded that I was interested in a man. He said “you’re pretty good looking, you can get any guy you want here”. So I said “Maybe, but I want YOU”. He just said “hmmm”. I sat a little longer and reached over and put my hand on his leg. He didn’t move or flinch. I put my hand on his hand that was covering his crotch and I rubbed. He moved his hand and let me rub his bulging package. Fuck! It was big and warm. My cock shot up like it was spring wired.

I suggested we go to a private room, he sat quietly and thought about it. I was about to admit defeat when he said “ok” and we walked through the hallway to a private room. Everyone in the theater was now buzzing around “Railroad man is up and he’s going with someone”.

Once inside, I unzipped his pants and pulled out his half-hard cock. Damn! It was big and thick and not even hard yet! I kneeled before him and licked and sucked that monster hard. It was easy 12” and super thick and was resting on top of 2 plum sized hairy balls. It was all I could do to get half of it in my mouth. I kept at it until I had it almost in and he started pumping. I was gagging and drooling and wondering if I had taken on too big of a challenge. He massaged my throat and pushed until the head of his cock was lodged there. I couldn’t breathe so I didn’t know what to do. I moved my head back a little bit and found out that I could breathe, but my neck hurt. He started to face fuck me and the pleasure wave hit me. My brain had registered “big fine dick, shut down all pain receptors”. He face fucked me at a reasonable pace or I wouldn’t have been able to take it. My cock was now rock hard and I opened my pants and started to wank.

From both the physical exertion and the pleasure of being face fucked by this super man, I almost passed out. The high was like I had smoked some really fine weed. From this state of altered consciousness, it was like a dream, this hot, masculine man standing over me with his monster dick in my throat. He reached down and removed my shirt and pulled on my nipples. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, pulled me up and bent me over the bed. He spat a big glob of warm spit on my ass and placed his cock head on my pucker. I thought “Oh Fuck!” With quite a bit of difficulty, he got the head in my ass, spit on his cock and kept going. When he hit my ring, I yelled in pain. I am sure everyone in the theater heard it. I was thinking I should just jump off his cock and run.

He was persistent and pushed the entire length in my ass. I pretty much gave up at this point and my body went limp. He then started to fuck me slowly and again my brain shut down the pain receptors, little by little I started feeling the pleasure of being fucked by this monster dick. I started involuntarily moaning and he increased the rhythm, I had never felt this level of pleasure in my life. I was now moaning loudly and crying “fuck me, fuck me” and he increased the rhythm again.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a voice, “sorry we’re closing in 5 minutes”. Railroad man had continued fucking me the whole time without missing a beat and calmly answered “fuck off”. I continued moaning and writhing there enjoying his steel rod pistoning in and out of my ass. Then there was another knock and “sorry, we’re closed you’re going to have to leave”. I then heard a voice outside the door that said “Railroad man is in there”. He continued to fuck me for quite a while longer with no knocks at the door.

He pulled his cock out, turned me around, and shot, bathing me in a huge load of cum. I put my mouth on his cock to catch the last big squirt. I savoured it in my mouth, rubbed his cum all over my body and wanked myself off to a blasting orgasm.

Railroad man turned out to be a real gentleman. He zipped up, stood and waited until I had cleaned and dressed before opening the door. As we went out there was a small group waiting to see who had been with Railroad man.

The next Friday, I went back to the theater, but he wasn’t there. I sat in the smoking area and saw two guys talking to the cashier who pointed at me. The two guys came over and said, “we heard you are the one who scored the Railroad man, you’re a fucking legend”. They then asked me how he was and I told them I don’t fuck and tell.

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The Next morning Nigel and Robin were first awake and Robin slipped up close to Nigel and Nigel put his arm around him and hugged him sliding the other hand under Robins nightshirt and feeling the lads hard cock he squeezed it and then cupped his balls, Robin slid over and took Nigel s hard member in his mouth affectionately licking the shaft and piss slit, till Nigel could take no more. ~He flipped the lad over and entered him, thrusting deep inside the lads lovely tunnel to moans of appreciation from Robin.

Nigel couldn’t hold on for long and soon shot his lad deep into the lad, who simultaneously shot his load all over the bed.

Just at that moment, Damian and Nicky entered both with tented nightshirts at what they had seen.

Seeing Nigel s rosebud high in the air and in full view, Damian rushed forward and stuck his tongue deep in Nigels passage, now it was Nigel s turn to moan in pleasure while Nicky, moved round and sucked all the cream dripping from Robins spent cock.

Just at that moment, Rosie entered and smiled at the sight before her, four near naked lads pleasuring each other.

Neither Rosie or the lads batted an eyelid at her presence.

“Breakfast is ready when you’ve all cleaned up” she said matter of fact, as though it was totally natural for four lads to be pleasuring each other.

The lads jumped off the bed, Robin retrieved some fresh sheets from out of the dresser as he had messed the others with a large amount of his cream.

They all washed and dressed and all four went down for breakfast. The other four were still in their rooms as all was quiet as the lads passed them on their way downstairs.

Meanwhile as the other four and Rosie were having breakfast , the lads asked more information regarding the theatrical production they were attending soon.

Rosie filled them in with the details and let them know of the contents of the Duchesses letter.

It all seemed very exciting especially to all except Nigel who had been to the theatre as a young man. but it was Shakespeare. Rosie explained this was more of a comedy.

Then the other lads came down for breakfast and the chatting and merriment continued.

The day of the Theatre trip arrived Miss Oldacre had delivered Rosie s new dress the day before and she had managed to keep it hidden from the lads.

The lads were all stripped off as Rosie had stoked the fire in the kitchen and had ample bowls of hot water ready for them.

The younger lads were a bit shy at first, stripping completely in front of Rosie, but when they saw the others stripped, and Damian and Nigel sporting impressive boners as they chatted to Rosie, they thought, what the hell! and stripped and even let Rosie help wash their backs.

There was much laughter as eight naked lads made their way up to their respective bedrooms, where Rosie had laid out for them clean underdrawers and their smart velvet and silk outfits. High heeled silver buckled shoes for Nigel and Damian, that Rosie had found when she was rooting out some items from the spare room, they had belonged to her sons and were luckily a good fit.

Nigel and Damian and Nicky and Robin were first down in the parlour, awaiting the other lads who needed a bit of help with cravats etc. The two older lads checked the others as they waited for Rosie.

With half an hour to go. Rosie came down the stairs to gasps of delight and surprise from the lads, as none knew of the new dress courtesy of the Duchesses seamstress.

It was a beautiful Cornflower blue, embroidered with silver thread.

the neckline framed by lace Rosie s ample Decolletage. The Dowagers brooch fastened to the centre, and a blue velvet choker at her throat, lined with seed pearls, she wore the lads sapphire ear drops, and in her hair attached to a comb, White and blue ostrich feather plume.

They lads all showed their approval, and Rosie did a bob curtsey in acknowledgement.

Nicky entered as the Coaches were approaching, and all made they way to the hallway.

The Duchess sat in the Barouche and Rosie said that Damian Nigel and herself would be in that one. The other lads in the Brougham.

They descended the steps to gasps of approval from the neighbours. the footman opened the door and lowered the steps and assisted Rosie to the seat next to the Duchess, Damian and Nigel took their places opposite and the Footmen covered them all with blankets.

Meanwhile the other lads after Nicky had locked up, climbed into the Brougham and soon the carriages were making their way along to the Strand.

Two of the Duchesses horsemen led the way and cleared a path as they entered the Strand and as they progressed, the Duchess gave them more of an incite into what they were going to see.

It was a new comedy by Mr Sheridan, a personal friend of the Duchess from her acting days, she explained to Nigel and Damian, how she had been an actress when she met the Duke.

She had been one of the first actresses to play the part of Lydia Languish in his comedy, “The Rivals”.

The carriage turned into Drury lane and Nigel noticed, the footmen have their pistols to hand.

(I must explain that in this period the area of Covent Garden and Drury Lane had a less than savoury reputation , being an area of ill repute and prostitution !)

The carriages arrived at the Theatre Royal and Mr Sheridan himself came out to greet the Duchess and kissed her.

She in turn introduced Rosie and all the lads to him, he explained that their boxes were waiting for them and they would be escorted there immediately.

They entered the boxes which had gilt chairs for the four of them and a connecting door to the adjacent box for the others. A table had champagne and delicious delicacies laid out and waiting. There were programmes for them all and the boxes did indeed give an excellent view of the stage and the Auditorium. Opposite Rosie saw Princess Caroline and her entourage and the Princess waved her fan to them.

The play “A School for Scandal” was a great success and very funny with all the lads roaring with laughter at the antics on stage.

At the interval they were able to reassure a nervous Mr Sheridan that he had another success on his hands.

After the end of the play they returned to the carriages, and as it was quite late the hoods had been put up by the footmen and extra blankets as it had turned quite chilly.

As Nigel was climbing aboard, he noticed the drivers and coachmen cock their pistols and also the two riding escort on horses in front.

A wise move, Nigel thought because of the area and the fact both Rosie and the Duchess were wearing valuable jewellery.

They arrived safely back at the Strand and the drivers relaxed a little more, arriving back at Rosie s they all got out and bid farewell to the Duchess and thanked her for a really great evening.

The lads in the coach following had been laughing all the way back.

The lads all came into the parlour as Rosie had instructed them to all leave their best clothes stretched out on the settees etc.

So it was that back in the kitchen, Rosie having taken off her finery, joined eight laughing lads clad only in their thin linen underdrawers, Nigel noticing some of the younger ones had semi erections, clearly visible as was their balls and pubic hair through the fine linen.

Charles and Cyril, still the most shy of the group, trying to hide their near full erections, visible to all the group.

Laughter was sustained especially when the two making their way to the stairs erect cocks found their way out of the vertical opening at the front, greeted with raucous laughter and rude remarks by the others!

They blushed and rushing up the stairs trying to cover their cocks and with red faces hide their embarrassment.

( I should perhaps explain that undergarments for men were wool for poor classes and fine linen or silk for gentry, a vertical slit secured at the waist with a bone button, were worn with silk stockings. The trousers had two buttons to the right and left which secured a flap over an opening to enable easy access to the genitals for relieving themselves.)

Back in their bedrooms Nigel Damian Nicky and Robin were all in the one bedroom laughing and talking till the early hours.

By the laughter and noises coming from the other room it was presumed Matthew and Robert were indeed helping the other two with their erections problem.

Rosie had retired as she had a day of preparation for the next tasting and wished to make an early start.

The four in the first room all settled in the very large bed Nigel and Robin Damian and Nicky all cuddled up close as it had indeed grown quite chilly.

Rosie popped her head around the door and smiled as she saw them all cuddled up together. She noticed underdrawers all discarded on the floor and two of the lads were exposed so getting quietly another blanket from the cupboard she covered them up. She felt well and truly blessed with so many lovely lads, who she now considered her own as much as the two she had lost.

(To be continued)

Dima, unable to answer, nodded. His buttocks tightened, a member now stood straight ahead, small but very thick, with a red shiny head. Sasha took it in his mouth entirely, to the very bottom, and began, squeezing his lips, sucking it all the way, pinching the crown of his head, licking his bridle, and massaging the eggs with both hands.

Suddenly he turned to me and said hoarsely:

– Jerk me, I see you like it, – and again fell to Dima’s cock.

I knelt behind Sasha and with both hands grabbed his cock and balls. Sasha’s cock was surprisingly cool, long, thin and hard. The peel easily slid off the head, and the head itself was already wet. His cock almost rang from tension. Fucking Dimin’s cock with his mouth, Sasha moved with his whole body, and I could only grab hold of his head, wrap it in a ring of fingers and remain motionless.

“Ahh,” Dima said from time to time. “I don’t believe it, shit, I don’t believe it myself, oooh, still here,” and he showed Sasha where to lick.

Puffing loudly with excitement, gasping for air, Sasha, with wild eyes, rose to his full height and snuggled close to Dima, their members touched and they began to fight with them, at first in jest, then seriously … both closed their eyes, hugged each other for back and snuggled tightly. Alexander’s thin ass was pulled in, and Dima’s muscular ass was tensed.

“Lie down, lie on me,” Sasha whispered suddenly. – Suppress me, please, dear, please.

Dima was already so wound up that he did not notice that he had just been called “cute.” Sasha collapsed onto the sofa, and Dima lay down on top.

– How to suppress? He asked me uncertainly.

“Ride it, push it into bed,” I prompted. – Grab his hands, hold and hump, squeeze a member into it without inserting.

And Dima suddenly began to “hump” Sasha so professionally that my eyes popped out of their sockets. I could not believe that this is the same Dima who is married, with a ring in his hand and is so proud of his family. He squeezed a thin Sasha into the bed, his fat cock lay comfortably in a hollow on Sasha’s thin tummy, and the eggs sweetly flopped against his body with an incredibly exciting sound.

“I’ll love your ass,” Sasha said suddenly. “Can I please, gently, with my tongue, you will like it.”

Dima obediently turned around, and … unexpectedly for Sasha himself … took into the mouth the head of his long thin cock.

Sasha howled from lust and eagerly licked Dimin’s ass, and with his hand pulled his balls and masturbated his trembling cock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” said Dima, looking up from Sasha’s boner. – Fucking, fucking, I’ll finish now, bitch, bitch, bitch! Fuck, go deeper into the pine trees, fuck, bitch, I’m ready to cum, fuck, fuck, fuck, bitch, css-ooo-o-uk, oh! fuck! yours! ma-ah-ah-ah! ”

And three trickles of Dima’s sperm flew out of his dark red head and fell on a bed of sheets that had just been laid.

In response, he eagerly grabbed a penis in Sasha’s mouth and began to suck it into himself, obviously not knowing how the members suck, but nevertheless, apparently, making Sasha very pleased, because he also suddenly shook his whole body. His thin silhouette, squeezing into a tanned Dacha roll, swayed, his tummy pressed to the limit, his breathing was interrupted for a second and he (“Mhhh! Oohmmh! Shit! Oooooohhh!”) Ended up with his new (heterosexual!) Friend Dima in the mouth.

Dima, who did not expect this, choked, and Sasha’s sperm flowed from his mouth. He got up, spat out sperm in disgust, but then suddenly licked his lips and said:

– Fuck, and this is delicious! – and going down, licked the sperm spit out by him from Sasha’s side and even from the sheet.

For some time they lay like a jack, and then Dima suddenly sat on the bed and said:

“The wife will know, kill, bitch, fuck you.”

He stroked Sasha’s thin ass and remarked:

– Well, I fucking did not think, bitch, fucking, a guy in a suit and tie, such a fucking, full dress, and you, it turns out, just a fucking vulgar, you have to suck it like that!

Shaking his head incredibly, he got up and asked where I had a shower.

Coming out, he turned around and told us, very seriously:

“Forget fucking everything you saw here.”

And he went out, taking away a few drops of Sasha’s sperm on his side.

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Google translated from original in Russian.

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Speculation about me had been gossiped for years it all started as bullying in high school and has followed me since. What made it hard was that I started to believe it or at least consider it. So now at twenty two Ive started telling people the truth…I’m bi…but I could be gay it’s a bit of a head fuck and a long story but that’s for another time. 

It was like any normal day, I’d finished work and gone to football practice, we had all run ourselves ragged. We’d been sitting in the change rooms having a beer and slowly the numbers dwindled as we filed in through the showers. Soon almost everyone was out by the bbq with just a few left showering. Eventually it was just Jacob and I left alone. 

Jacob would have to be the best looking guy on the team and truthfully everybody knows it. He’s a tall, fit, muscular guy that usually has just the right amount of scruff and when he smiles he has the cutest dimples, fuck he’s sexy. He’s just perfect. And to top it all off he’s just a genuinely nice guy, I really can’t fault him.

There was a bit of an awkward silence. He was the first to speak and what he did threw me.

This is such a waste of water…ay? He said. With that he turned off his shower, trying to following suit I turned around to shut off the water, before I could his hand clamped over mine stopping me, I turned around and we were face to chest, so close I could feel the heat from his body. 

What are yo…. was all I could manage to say before he planted his lips on mine with his hands clasping the my face he held me in a trance. Slowly I gave into confusion and let myself enjoy the stud. My arms rose wrapping around his waist holding him close to me. After I don’t know how long, it felt like forever, I broke the kiss.

What the hell was that? What if the one of the others came in? I questioned, scared of what the others may think.

I’m sorry…I don’t know what came over me, I just hoped the rumours were true and if I didn’t seize this chance I didn’t know if I’d ever get the chance…are they true? The rumours? He asked with a little unease.

Umm…Honestly? I don’t know… I think so…I do know I think you’re sexy as fuck and I can tell you one thing that kiss was something else. I replied

If we are both being honest i don’t know what this all means but I’d really like to explore it…with you. But only if you want to… he said with a sigh.

Just give me some time to process and we’ll see what happens, ok? I said

Ok, he said almost a little hurt. 

We turned off the water and dried off, after getting dressed we joined the others. The night went on as normal as if nothing had even happened, to the others at least nothing did.

It was almost a week later, when I was laying in bed and there was a knock at my door, before I could fully open it a body rushed through sweeping me up in their wake. As the door slammed closed. Whoever was carrying me lowered me onto my couch pinning me down with their own weight. It wasn’t until familiar lips met mine it registered that it was Jacob. 

Slowly our lips parted as he lifted his head staring into my eyes trying to gauge my response, before he could utter a word. Grabbing him by his shirt I pulled him back in for another kiss. We kissed passionately, our tongues smashing together. I felt something hard pushing into my leg, I looked down, his gaze followed and we both locked eyes onto his tenting shorts.

Oh shit…sorry…He said nervously.

It’s ok, I’m that good a kisser am I? I joked

Better! He said kissing me again.

With our bodies softly grinding together, I work up the courage to lift his shirt over his head, revealing his toned body. He slowly lifts mine, lightly touching my skin with his strong hands, as he moves up my torso. Both shirtless, he silently watches me as my hands explore his muscled torso. 

I look up into his eyes, we softly kiss again before my lips start to move. Down in the crook of his neck I kiss as a slight moan escapes his lips. As my lips start to explore more of his body his hands explore mine. My lips slow as I reach his waistband. I pause. He softly lifts my chin, looking me in the eyes….

It’s ok you don’t have to… he says.

I break eye contact looking down at the bulge in front of me, pushing my inhibitions to the side, I take a breath, and lower his shorts to his ankles. His cock slapping his belly as it’s freed from the confines of his underwear. It’s huge. My guess is about 8.5 maybe 9 inches. And thick too.

Still nervous, I take his cock into my mouth, it surprised me that something so hard, would feel somewhat soft. As I begin to take more of him in my mouth, I feel his had clasp the back of my neck, sending shives down my spine. He gently guides me up and down his shaft, gradually picking up speed.

He gave me butterflies with what he said next… 

Babe! That feels so fucking good, ohhh. 

It gave me a sense of pride, but as his breathing got heavier he pulled me off of his cock, not wanting to cum yet he told me. Instead he pushed me onto my back, pulling my pants off and with out hesitation took my cock in his mouth. Gagging a little to start with but he was soon bobbing up and down with little trouble. 

After I don’t know how long he started to lift me from my knees pushing them towards my face. 

Try to hold there, ok? Fuck you’re sexy. He said. 

He bent down, out of view and that’s when I felt his warm, wet tongue on my hole. It felt amazing, it was like he was making out with my arse. With me holding my knees up, his hands started exploring my bum cheeks, his fingers running over my virgin hole.

With my hole now wet with spit, slowly he started to build pressure until his finger slipped inside me. The sudden pain causing me to gasp and release my legs. Stopping, he came back up level with me so we were face to face, all the while his finger still in me.

You okay, want me to stop? He asked.

Ahh, no, not yet… I answered.

He slowly started to open me up, gradually adding another finger and another. He now had three fingers inside me and I was starting to enjoy it. Then he withdrew, asking if I was ready for the next step. When I nodded he effortlessly picked me up moving us to the bed. 

With me on my back and my legs over his shoulders, I felt his cock at my entrance. As he pushed through the resistance and slowly our bodies came closer together as his cock sunk deeper into me. We kissed again as he waited for me to adjust to the foreign object lodge in my arse. 

Once settled, he started to thrust in and out of me, rubbing my prostate each time, making me feel amazing. Growing more confidant, Jacob build up more speed, pulling most of the way out and driving it to the hilt. 

As both of our breathing quickened, with his cock still buried in my arse, he manoeuvred us into a sitting position with me on top. With his hands grasping my butt cheeks he started to lift me up and down his shaft. Together at the same time we both erupted, Jacob shooting his seed deep inside me and me hitting our lip locked faces with each volley of cum, slowly fading, covering our chest as I ran dry.

There sitting on the couch panting and covered in my seed. Our foreheads resting together.

Jacob whispered, Next time you fuck me!

It’s was on my senior year that I was blessed with this experience. There was this boy I’ve always wanted. I have the biggest crush on him. He was muscular and fit, athletic build. Played soccer as the goal keeper and he is shot distance runner. He is pretty good in every sports he tries. Pete was his name. Had the most beautiful smile and very charming. All the girls ever wanted to do with him was get in his pants, which I actually did and this is the tale of it.And there I was, the smallest boy in the class, always thinking I will grow to be as tall as them. In fact, I was the youngest too.

What nobody knew was inside my little head was me trying to hide all my feelings and curiousity. Yes I was very closeted at that time.It was this one fine day that the incident occurred. I was there in the class sitting at my desk waiting for the class to begin. With all the noise which I wasn’t paying attention to, I didn’t notice home changing his seat closer to me. The moment I realized it, he was already settled down and feeling at home near me. I was surprised by his action and had my guard up, thinking he is here trying to bully me. I was never one to take bullying and fought against it with everything I had.

The reason l was not bully despite my size.Back to Pete, he was so unpredictable that day I should say. No-one would have guessed what was about to occur. As class started, he moves closer to me. Asking me about all the topics in the books. Him being a class jock, I didn’t blame him for not knowing them. As I was explaining things to him, he dropped his pencil, he went under the desk to pick it up and on the way back he landed his hand on my thigh. I was freaking out at first, didn’t know what to do.

He was making my horny gay closet ass face go red with all the action. Truth was the little guy down there was going out of control. I was almost done there. After having all that one on one session with my hand in the bathroom and him in my mind, I was about to explode.After a few moments of me silent, he asked me if I was okay. I told him I was. And continue explaining and trying to keep the my mind away from his hand. And as luck would have it, we were in the back of the class.

With me trying to ignore his moving hand that were drowning circle on my inner thigh everything was normal and okay I should say. He was not done there. He knows I was having all that expression of trying to not look like a guy in heat, which I was. At one moment I held his hand in place and was moving my hand to his thigh and asked him would you be okay if I did this to you?

Doing what he was doing to me. He smiled and say damn yes. He gave me a cocky smirk and bend down to my ears and say it would be okay if I was to move my hand up to his groin. I was taken a back. Here I was playing with Pete who everyone wants, and that in the class with no one ever noticing. All my gay dreams was coming true that day.

Never would have guessed it but fuck, I was not complaining it. Loving it, every moment of it.As I was not moving he held my hand and guide it to his groin himself. At this moment I was feeling brave and starts to move my hand. Following the outline of his semi hard dick with my fingers and even his balls.

He was bigger than I had ever imagined. He have the most amazing dick amongst all the dick I was yet to encounter to this date, and trust me it a lot.As I was massaging his dick, I feel I had to lean against the table. It was instinct, may be to hide my roaming hand. As I was leaning against the table, he somehow get bold and tries to put my hands in his pants which I object. I pulled my hand away and just stared at him. He just smile, fuck those smile. I soon grab a book and a pen and write, what is this? All he did was gave me a kiss in the air.

Fuck this boy, but I was not complaining even if this is a one time thing which I was soon to find out it was not. He again takes my hand to where it was supposed to be, in his groin area and wink at me. He is killing me and he knows it. He continued to do that every now and then. He would sometime gives a pull or massage my now very hard dick. We did this almost throughout the day.

When we were about 30 minutes to the school closings he get all seriously and was keeping to himself which was confusing me. Now that I think of his actions he was only trying to cool of all the heat we managed to build up during the day. Who will want to sport a hard-on in the hallway with all the students staring and ogling him.He gave me this note in the very last minute of our eye fucking each other, “it was hot, hope to continue soon, maybe tonight.”

I was thinking no way. I can’t, my parents won’t allow me out late in night, was what I mouth to him. Since he can’t read my lips, I wrote back. He says it’ll be fine, trust me.As we headed out, I was walking alone thinking to myself, I was so lucky. Even if the night ends up with me and my hand in the bathroom alone, my mind will be thinking about today and my imagination will be growing. As I was about to leave the gate Pete calls my name which was a surprise. He was always walking with his gang though we were in the same neighborhood.

I was slow walking waiting for him to catch up. As he catch up, we walk together. Him putting his hand on my shoulder and hugging me small frame. We walk in silence and gave each other a glance every once in a while like horny teens which we were.As we reach my place he walks in with me and wink at me. After announcing I’m home and with a friend I went to my room to change. He was there in the living room as I come out to know when he was leaving.

As I was asking him my mom comes from the kitchen and stop me mid sentence and gave me a stern look saying “we don’t chase our guests away”, typical mom. But Pete was on my defence and told her if she would allow me to sleep over the night as he wants to continue to listen to my teaching since tomorrow is a Saturday, to which she allows which surprise me and made me very happy. If only she knew that my teaching would last only five minutes if it ever happens.

So going to his home was a first time for me, don’t know what to expect. But when we reach there I was surprised but the interior design. It was way out of this town. It fits to be in a movie to be precise. We had a quick snack before heading to his room. Wait he didn’t even tell his parents I was here, when I asked him he told me he text his mom who is on her way back from groceries.He actually did asked for my tutoring and we did that before dinner was ready.

He was a quick learner so we have time to spare, which we used on video games. His mom thanks me as we had dinner for Tutoring him cause he would have never opened his book if it were not for me. He did complain but only agree with it, which surprise me. After dinner we went back to his room and start a game. The loser would have to stripe after every game. I was surprised I was winning and have him in only his boxer me still with a t shirt and a boxer briefs. After deciding what will be the punishment for losing we continue. The punishment was that the winner will asked the loser something he wants from the him. I was so into it. We started and I ended losing in the end.

I asked him what he wants from me. He act like he was thinking and pull me closer. He lean in and kiss me which I gladly return. After a hot make out he finally spoke out, we can’t go on dates out in the public. I’m not out not are you. But what I want from you is that you be my boyfriend. I was surprised and say yes. To which h pick me up and kiss me. So shall we seal it? He asked to which I happily agrees.

As we kiss he started moving his hand in all the right places I never knew could give me so much pleasure. I also started to suck his nipples which send him wild. After giving them enough attention I move downward and kiss my way to his groin. As I was licking and sucking his now naked dick I am finally able to see how amazing and beautiful his dick is. After a few moments later the bush m on the bed and get to his knees. He started lo lick my staff up and down and suck them. He would take my balls in his hand and massage them like I did his.

Soon I pull him up and kiss him as I was close. We continue like that and turn to a 69 position. I would suck his balls and staff and lick him. Trying to please him with all I can. And me being very inexperienced is not that much.After a few minutes, he puts me on all four and started eating my ass. Lubing them up for his dick. He then pull out a condom and put them on. He was now teasing me with his finger and the tip of his dick which leave me moaning for more. He then bend down and gave me a kiss on my back, neck and nibbles my ear all the while preparing himself at my hole.

He slowly started to push his dick. Fuck it was big. A seven inch for a growing teenage is big. He grows to be bigger as we get older. But back to the moment, there I was on all fours and maiming like my life depends on it. As he slowly push, I started to relax and his head enter me entrance which left me gaping for air. As he realised I was more comfortable he gave it to me inch by inch. After a slow touring minutes on my virgin ass he was all the way in. He soon started to slowly move in and out and I was living for this moment.

I never knew that this pain would be so pleasurable. He soon started to move faster, and the pleasure was intensifying every minute. He soon long-dicked fuck me which soon turn to hammering and again a slow sex. Knowing I was close he puts me on my back and started to kiss me and playing with my tits as he enters me again. He started slow making me beg him to fuck me harder and faster to which he compile. He was taking me to seventh heaven and back.

As he continues to fuck me he keeps on telling me how much he had wanted this and for how long. With every word his banging my hole gets harder if that’s possible. He was so amazing. He then takes my head in both head and asked me to rich myself. After a few minutes I was building up and ready to cum. I told him I was ready. He kiss me and slam in me a few more times and said cum with me. I did as I was told and dame I did cum. I cum so hard that I hit the headboard with the first.

Two shoots landed on my face and the remaining five on my stomach. As I was done I could feel him releasing in my walls. He did fill his rubber with his load which is an enormous amount. After cleaning ourselves we lay there on the and giving each other a kiss, looking at each others eyes and smiling.The night was not over at that. It was filled with lovemaking and more fucking that my ass tells me that it was too much. The next morning shows it all. After the slow morning fuck, I was sure I will need help in walking and moving around. But glad I was.

Happy I would say as I now have the memories of the most amazing sex with the most beautiful specimen of a men who is now my boyfriend. Despite the pain all I can do was smile and wait for more. Yes there was more and that too for years, which will be for another time.

This story is based on true incident/experience.