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I glanced around the room in dismay. Stools and easels arranged in a circle already filling up with giggling groups of friends ready for a night of gimmicky fun. Painting with a Twist. Hardly my idea of fun but then again not exactly my choice.

I’ve never been much of an artist but Sarah insisted that we come here. I just relocated and didn’t have many friends in town so I told Sarah we could do whatever she wanted. At least they serve wine here. Even if it’s shitty at least I’ll get buzzed.

The instructor wandered through the room, occasionally adjusting a canvas or greeting a familiar face. Where was Sarah? I glanced at my phone. Speak of the devil.

Hey bb I’m sooo sorry I got stuck at work and can’t make it. Drinks this weekend?

I rolled my eyes and stuffed my phone back into my pocket. I stood up to leave before remembering the $35 I had already spent on the class and the cheerful “No Refunds” sign perched at the front desk. Gloomily, I took my seat and took a big swig from my glass. Yep, that is shitty alright.  

As the rest of the class settled in – mostly tittering middle aged women in small groups – I noticed a handsome man near the corner wearing what looked like a bathrobe. He had dark hair and piercing eyes with perfectly bronzed skin. In spite of the lumpy robe (smock?) I could tell that he was in great shape. I watched as he scratched the back of his neck revealing a large bicep. He noticed me staring and gave me a mischievous smile. Flushed, I whipped around to face my canvas.

“Hi everyone and thanks for joining us tonight for Painting with a Twist. I’m your instructor Kaylen,” the instructor said, robotically. He looked to be a college student, pale and lanky with shoulder-length, greasy black hair. “Our model today is Adam let’s all give him a hand.”

I felt myself go red as the robed man from the back of the room entered the center of the circle of easels with a broad grin and a wave. One of the tipsier women gave a holler and her friends giggled and shushed her.

“I’ll be walking around to give you tips on your work and to refill paint as needed,” droned our instructor. “A reminder to be respectful of our model and to please drink responsibly.”

I looked back to the center of the room and stifled a gasp. Adam had revealed his robe to reveal a perfectly chiseled body. Firm pecs were spread with a sheen of dark hair that led directly downwards to his pronounced abs. From there – oh my god – I saw his well-groomed bush framing a long and beautiful cock and balls that made me nearly drool. His muscular legs and defined quads promised a firm ass, perfect for grabbing hold of while he—

I looked away, feeling the blood begin to rush to my dick. Glancing around, I saw that my classmates had cheerily begun to paint. I picked up my brush and tried to focus on the canvas before me rather than the incredible specimen in the center of the room.

My eyes darted back and forth between my painting and my subject. Though he never moved I could swear that each time I looked up, Adam was looking directly at me. Was that a wink? Did he just lick his lips at me or was he just stretching his mouth for a moment? I was starting to get hard now when a hand on my shoulder made me practically jump out of my seat.

“Doing alright over here?” asked the bored voice.

“Uhh, yeah, thanks,” I stammered, hastily smudging more paint onto the canvas.

Kaylen eyed my work sardonically.

“This is an…interesting take,” he said, “Let me know if you need more paint.”

“Er thanks, yeah, I will,” I replied. He walked away, I picked up my glass, and drained it.

The rest of the class was agonizing. I watched my classmates enjoy themselves as they tried to recreate our beautiful subject. By now I was sure that Adam was giving me signals. I made eye contact with him and watched his gorgeous cock twitch as if in anticipation. With a wry smile, he turned away, leaving me shaken and hard as a rock.

Finally, it was over and the instructor began to help the tipsy crowd tidy up as they posed for pictures next to their still-wet works of art. Adam had put on his robe and gathered his belongings. He was so sexy and I couldn’t miss out on this opportunity. I could imagine myself pressed beneath that hard, sun-kissed body, feeling every inch of him as he pumped into my tight and willing hole. As he walked toward the exit, I inhaled deeply and crossed the room.

“Um, hey,” I stammered, “thanks for, uh class.”

“No problem,” he replied and turned to leave.

“I was wondering if- Well I’m new here and I was thinking maybe I could, like, give you my number so we could…hang out?”

“Oh,” he said, “Uh thank you. I actually have to get going so…yeah.”

He shuffled out of the room leaving me humiliated and alone.

Had I completely misread the situation? What had gone wrong? I may not have been the perfect Adonis that I saw in Adam but I knew I was attractive. Tall, in decent shape, and by all accounts, handsome. He didn’t even want my number? I stood in dismay as the rest of the class filtered out.

“Turned down by Adam, huh?” sneered a voice behind me. I turned around to see the lanky instructor leaning on an easel, arms folded and a sarcastic smile on his face.

“No I just…sorry I’ll get my shit and get out of your hair.”

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, “You’re not the first. He’s a total flirt but he’ll never do anything about it.

“Yeah well,” I began to grab my coat, embarrassed again.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a dick,” said Kaylen, “I’m not used to meeting someone here who isn’t someone’s drunk mom trying to grab my ass.”

I laughed.

“I was supposed to be meeting my friend,” I explained, “She bailed and I had already paid so I figured I’d stick around.”

“Yeah I wouldn’t exactly call you an artist,” he snickered. I glanced at my painting which could have been done by an uncoordinated child and laughed again.

“Well maybe I had a bad teacher,” I grinned, “Anyway thanks for the class.”

“Hang on,” he called out. I turned around and found that he had taken a few steps closer. “Look, I feel bad about the Adam stuff.”

“It’s fine don’t worry about it.”

“No I mean,” he took a few steps closer, I noticed that he smelled like fresh cut wood and tobacco, and that though his black hair was greasy he had beautiful grey eyes.

“I want to help you out,” he murmured and he placed his long pale hand gently over my cock. I felt it start to harden and I glanced back up to his face. His thin lips parted into a smile and began stroking with his delicate fingers. He bent his head into mine so that our foreheads were touching and I let out a soft moan. With a silent laugh, he gently brushed his lips over mine while continuing to rub below my belt. Tentatively, I kissed him back and felt him smile.

“Open your mouth,” he whispered. I obeyed and felt his tongue slip in as his hand crept to the top of my jeans and worked its way inside my briefs. I let out another moan as he wrapped his fingers around my now pulsing cock and started stroking.

“Good boy,” he breathed into my ear. I felt his tongue inch itself around my earlobe before plunging inside. I gasped and clutched at his long hair as he continued to kiss and stoke. I felt my hips moving automatically with his touch, pressing forward to meet his hand, my ass clenching and releasing.

He moved away from my ear and kissed me again, deeply. Without thinking I wrapped both arms around him, grabbing at his ass and pulling him in close. I wanted to feel all of him against me. He was surprised for a moment but then recovered and shoved me into the wall. I gasped as he pressed his body into me, pinning me against the wall by my wrists. I felt our hard cocks rubbing against each other through our pants and pulled him even closer.

He broke away leaving me gasping for breath.

“Why are you stopping?”

“I said I wanted to help you out,” he grinned, “Why don’t you let me taste that cock?”

I nodded and he wordlessly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them to my ankles. He pressed his face to my cock and I could feel his hot breath through my briefs. The head of my cock peeked out from the elastic band and he smiled a wicked smile as he began to trace circles on it with his tongue. Suddenly, his face plunged as he took me down his throat in one amazing swallow…

A man whose face you haven’t even seen pulls out of you. He entered your apartment about twenty minutes ago, according to the bedside clock. The door was unlocked. At the sound of him entering you called him back to bedroom where you knelt at the ready, on your elbows and knees, ass in the air. He removed his shoes and pants and climbed on the bed behind you and began lubing up. He had questions:

“Am I the only one tonight?”

“You’re the first,” you replied hopefully, staring down at a pillow.

“How many do you usually get in a night?”

“Depends,” you claimed. Though in fact getting men to show up for a “free fuck” has always proved next to impossible.

“You healthy?” he asked, as he prepared to guide his erection to your hole.

“Totally. You?”

“As a horse. But your email said I could bareback you and all, so…”

“It’s OK,” you said. “I had the vaccine.”

You could feel, at this moment, the swollen, spongy head of his cock press against your hole. He pushed in. He moaned. Pushed deeper. He asked if you were OK. With a final thrust he shoved in all the way.

His cock was a nice fit for your hole. About six and a half inches you guessed, based on the depth. Not too thick, not too thin. A good fit, as you say. He had good stamina, too. He fucked you for a solid fifteen minutes or so, again according to the bedside clock. Then, the occasional moan aside, he pulled out, silently.

For the first time you look back over a shoulder. The guy is middle-aged, a little overweight, not good-looking exactly but not ugly either. He’s already off the bed, reaching for his pants.

“Did you cum?” you ask.

“Yeah.”

“Thanks,” you smile.

“For what?”

“For fucking me so well.”

“No problem,” he says dismissively, more interested in pulling up his pants.

At this moment you’re thinking of all the fakers on the sex personals website; all the guys who’ve chickened out over the past many months of posting your ad; all the no-shows. And not just because you’re carrying this guy’s load of semen deep inside you declare, warmly:

“Would you like to come back?”

“When?” He’s buckling his belt, in a hurry. A wife and kids to get back to, probably.

To the extent one can shrug when down on one’s elbows, camel-style, you shrug meaty, rounded shoulders. “Friday night? Next weekend?”

“I don’t know. We’ll see.”

The man is dressed again. Far as you know he never removed his button-down shirt. He asks:

“You do this every weekend?”

“Yes.”

“Seen your ads before,” he says, leading you to wonder why he asked the previous question. He’s reaching into a lefthand pants pocket. “What’s the charge again?”

“Charge?”

“For the fuck. Your fee.”

You blink. You’re conscious of your balls hanging down now, pendant, heavy, having relaxed. You’re confused. No—he’s confused. He’s confusing you with someone else online who’s offering his services, his ass, in return for money. Or “roses” as the euphemism goes. There are dozens of guys out there like that. Whereas you…you’re just in it for the pleasure. To satisfy an itch—a fantasy—a desire. A desperate need. Come fuck me. PLEASE!

“I…”

“Hurry up,” the man says, consulting the digital watch he never removed. “I gotta get back home. Was it fifty? Fifty?”

You’ve spun around and are now sitting in bed’s center, facing your guest, breasts and belly sagging. You don’t know quite how to respond. So you finally nod and say, “Yeah, fifty.”

He’s pulled out three twenties—from an open wallet not from his pants pocket. “You got change for a twenty?”

“Maybe,” you say, climbing off the bed.

“You know, I’m usually not into heavy guys but…I like that fat ass of yours. Lots to fuck.”

As you pass him by the man gives it a squeeze—your bare ass—your plump left butt-cheek specifically. “Thanks,” you say uncertainly, in response to the backhanded compliment. And the unexpected grope.

“I wouldn’t mind fucking it again sometime.”

“Well as I say…”

“But not for fifty dollars a fucking week. Can’t afford it. In these times?”

“Well maybe…maybe we can work something out.”

“Like what?”

You’ve crossed your apartment livingroom to the kitchen. You open a cabinet door, take down what, to all appearances, is a ceramic cookie jar. It’s painted. There’s a bear on it. A bear swatting downward at a beehive. The bear is brown, the beehive gold. The bear wears blue overalls. You fish out two fives from the cash and loose change the tall, wide jar holds. He hands over the three twenties in return.

“Like what?” he repeats.

You shrug again—though this time you’re standing. Naked. Exposed. Small, limp cock dangling. “I don’t know…Forty?”

“Forty tonight?”

Is he trying to jerk you around? Is this how it works? You decide to play it tough, as if this were a regular thing for you. “No,” you reply flatly. “Next time. In the future. If you come over every week. It would have to be an every week thing.”

“So if I come back this same time next Friday night and fuck you…the fee’ll be forty dollars?”

You nod.

“Deal,” he says. “Forty a week I can do.”

The man is hurrying away, stuffing the two fives in his pants pocket.

“Just confirm it with me, OK?” you call out. “Next Thursday?”

“I’ll email you,” the man promises. Then he leaves.

The cookie jar, money for a “rainy day,” is still sitting out on the counter. But before you put the three twenties inside you examine them as if a foreign currency. You rub the bills between your fingers. Fondle them. Who would’ve thought? you say to yourself. You feel both evil and exhilarated.

You smile.

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This is a co-authored tale written with Clark Wayne. For Clark’s perspective, look for “Open House: Clark’s Version” Enjoy our story!

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Everything was changing way too fast. I had recently been promoted and now I was being relocated to the States to head an Eastern Division for a year. Near Seattle. I had never even BEEN to Seattle, let alone anywhere nearby. At least it came with a big expense account, all moving costs and the company was setting us up with a few houses to view to help ease the transition. And they were flying us out for a weeklong showcase of these homes. Luckily, the wife was on board and excited for this adventure. I was not so sure.

At this stage in my life, I was having a lot of side action on the down low with a few guys. But lately I was too picky. The sex with the wife had diminished. And even finding my outlet with men was having its challenges. I was looking for that hot older guy. That guy that could bring it out of me, all those hidden feelings I was having. I wanted a MAN. Someone bigger than me. Someone in control. Being married it was hard enough to find a guy like that, let alone someone who wanted to own my ass and make me his. Now I had to move to Washington.

We arrived on a Wednesday for a weeklong tour of pre-arranged houses, with a few my wife wanted to check out as well. She was taking over. I figured it was best to let her. Happy Wife.

We saw two places on the Wednesday night, with a day long parade of homes on Thursday. And after the third house on Thursday I was already irritable. When I don’t shoot my load every day, I’m miserable. I was on day three without sex and without a jerk off. Not only were the houses not to our liking, but I was horny. And it wasn’t pussy I was after.

The next house we went to was one of my wife’s choices, an open house on the water. It wasn’t one of the pre-arranged ones our company had arranged for us that day, but it was early in the afternoon, and she wanted to see this one at the start of the listed open house. It was at the height of our limit, a 4,000 square foot luxury home. Four bedrooms, five baths, a gourmet kitchen, a game room and a home theatre, along with two acres and an outdoor kitchen with a fire pit. A bit much for our small family. What the fuck was she thinking?

It was raining when we pulled up. I looked at the impressive home and said, “Wow.”

“I know!” My wife Allie said, and pointed to the view. It was on the water with a spectacular view of the mountains, but I was apprehensive, and still cranky as I shut the car off.  

“No one is here.” I said looking at my watch. “Are we early?”

Allie looked at her watch. “No, it started about fifteen minutes ago. Maybe it’s the rain that’s keeping people away?”

“Doesn’t it always rain here?” I mumbled, getting out of the rental and reluctantly following my wife to the front door. I was already soaked just walking to the door, adding to my misery. My wife rang the doorbell and I heard a deep voice within shouting “Come on in!”

My wife opened the door and I quickly followed, turned to close it, then wiped my shoes on the mat and tried to shake off the rain. My tee shirt was practically stuck to me already as I looked down to see it clinging to my muscular chest. I still looked like I was in my 30s with a sculpted muscular body. I was proud of the hard work I put in and displayed it nicely today in my skinny jeans and tight tee. The rain though was making me look like I was winning a wet t-shirt contest. I heard footsteps approaching as I bent down to take off my shoes. Stupid laces. I thought, kneeling down to undo the knot that had formed. I heard a “Hello” from that deep voice and turned to look up.

I immediately paused as I knelt there, looking up at the extended hand of the hottest man I have ever seen. WOW, I thought again. The realtor standing before me looked like a fucking model and took my breath away. He was tall, much taller than me, and wide, thick, solid, built, muscled. I smiled, widely at this hunk, and stared into his eyes as I stood up and took his outstretched hand.

His big hand gripped mine, enveloping it in his mitt with a very strong handshake. I gripped back, showing off my own strength even though this guy was about half a foot taller than me, maybe 6 feet. I felt my bicep flex as I’m sure his did in his sports coat.

“I’m Clark, the agent showing the home.” He said with a cool, casual yet slightly seductive tone.

“Brian.” I heard myself saying as I held his grip, my eyes dropping to his massive chest hidden under his clothes. I imagined his shirt off, and then I realized I was still holding his hand.

We let go and he turned to shake my wife’s hand, who I forgot was standing beside me, and urged us to follow him. Gladly, I thought, watching his perfectly formed round ass move ahead of me. This man was like a wet dream. Tall, powerful, handsome as fuck, masculine, and by the looks of him, carved out of granite. He rambled on about the kitchen, and I hoped I looked like I was listening intently. Instead I was scanning him up and down. This guy was exactly my type. His hands were big as I felt earlier, his guns looked huge hidden under the material of his crisp dress shirt, his shoulders wide, broad, his neck thick. Handsome like a CNN news anchor, Tom somebody, who I once drooled over secretly. 

He was talking about the amenities in the kitchen as I stared at him. Allie started wandering around, looking into cupboards and in the pantry of this large kitchen. When she looked away, his eyes were on mine. He smiled at me and I nearly folded, weak at the knees. White teeth with a sexy smile that lit up his face. I held his gaze. He had that look in his eye I knew well. I was on display and he was sizing me up. I think he was looking at me the same way I was looking at him. But my fucking wife was here with us.

I saw his gaze look down at my ring finger. He nodded to it and raised his eyebrow. I looked at my own ring, then back up at him with a wicked grin and shrugged my broad shoulders as if to say, “So?” His smile back let me know that it didn’t bother him. Perfect. My kind of man. Maybe this guy liked little muscled married guys. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea after all, because right now all I could think about was this big man ripping my clothes off me and fucking me right here on this imported quartz counter he was bragging about. He looked like he had the power to do it. Probably had about 50 or 60 pounds on me and could easily pick up my 150-pound cut and ripped bod. Could probably pick me up in those big arms and fuck me all the place. I pictured my legs wrapped around his trim waist, impaled on his cock and him carrying me around room to room, fucking me up and down on his hopefully big thick cock as he showed me around.

He bit his lip as he looked at me. He had nice lips. I swallowed hard, picturing those lips on mine, kissing me hard. Yeah, I wanted him. I could feel my cock rising, struggling to break out of my skinny jeans. I wondered if he was all top. Good thing I wore these jeans I suddenly thought, knowing how much they accentuated my little firm jock bubble ass. Let’s see how he likes it.

We continued our tour, with Clark leading us through the rest of the house. None of the other agents at the houses we saw earlier followed us around. They just let us wander. So, I made sure that I walked in front of Clark enough to see if he was watching my ass. I’d bend over to look at the cabinets in the master bedroom, move farther away to gaze out the window, shove my hands in my pockets to accentuate my ass even more, and each time I’d glance back at him to see where he was looking. Yeah, he wanted my ass. His eyes were everywhere on me and he was hungry. I knew that look oh too well. He wanted me.

I became intoxicated by his deep voice and his frame. I kept trying to stand next to him to size him up. He was much bigger than me, all solid. Tall. The right size to pick me up and fuck me all over this giant house. We chatted casually about why we were looking, and how we were relocating from Canada. God he was sexy as hell. We were now blatantly sneaking glances at each other every time my wife got distracted. My heart was pounding. I was exhilarated with this game and desperately trying to figure out how I would get this man alone. I wanted him. My three days of no release was rising within me and I wanted this man. Now. 

We made our way back to the front entrance when Allie announced that she was very interested in this house and wanted to put in an offer. She would be interested in the house. She loves to show off to others. Me, I was more interested in the agent. 

I reminded her that we had other houses to see today, and we should probably discuss it more. Clark’s hand came out and I happily took it first, feeling the heat from it shoot through my body. I imagined him holding my hand just as firmly as he fucked me. “Take my card. You can reach me anytime if you have any further questions about anything.” Did he just wink at me? I held the card in my hand, with his cell number printed on it. I had it memorized in two seconds.

I nodded and smiled up at him. Fuck he was gorgeous. I found I couldn’t speak as I tucked the card in my pocket. I could feel the sexual tension between us, from the handshake, to the way our fingers touched as he handed me his card, to the look in his eyes as he told me to call him with any other questions.

He opened the door for us, and Allie was already gushing about him as we stepped back out into the rain. “Oh, he was NICE!” She said, squeezing my arm. Yeah, fucking hot as hell, I thought to myself. I turned nonchalantly back and saw that he hadn’t closed the door yet and was still watching me with a smile on his face. Fuck me!

We saw three more houses after that one, but I couldn’t tell you anything about them because I was still thinking about Clark. The big handsome muscled realtor. I wanted to see him naked. I wanted to see how powerful he was. I wanted to kiss those perfect lips. I wanted to feel his hands on me. I wanted him.

“I really like the waterfront one.” I found myself saying. Allie clapped her hands in glee.

“Maybe you should call that guy and make sure no one else has put an offer in.”

I knew she’d fall for it. “I’ll take you back to the condo and I’ll swing back over so you don’t have to be a part of it. You can follow up with the other places while I’m gone. I want to make sure I see everything before I commit.” Oh, if I was correct, I was going to see everything alright.

She agreed thankfully. As soon as we were back to our temporary home, I raced back to the car and headed to the house. I did a drive by to make sure there were no cars around. It looked like he was still inside as I saw lights and a shadow moving around. Good, he’s there. Alone. I pulled up the street and parked and dialed the number I already knew by heart.  

I heard his deep voice answer. “Hello.” He even sounded sexy on the phone with that one word.

“Hey, Clark? This is Brian. My wife and I were at your open house today?” My heart was racing. I hadn’t even started driving as I was too excited to move. I had to concentrate on sounding calm.

“Of course. What can I do for you, Brian?” He was teasing me. I could tell.

I could tease too. “Well,” I checked my watch, “I know you’re almost done with your open house, but I was wondering if I could get another look?”

There was a slight pause, and I could picture him smiling. “Yes, of course, Brian. I’ll be waiting.”

My heart skipped a beat. “Great. Be there in a few.” I hung up and let out all the air in my body and started giggling. This was turning out to be a very good day. Let’s see just what this hunky realtor has to offer to make the sale.

Within five minutes I was back at the door, ringing the doorbell. Immediately the door opened, as if he was standing there waiting for me. Yeah, he wanted me just as much. This was going to be right up my alley.

He looked over my head and towards the car. “No wife?” He asked.

I smiled at him as he welcomed me in and closed the door. “No. She’s tired so I dropped her at our rental. She wants the house, so I had to have another look at what I was…getting into,” I couldn’t help it. I was looking at his crotch.

He stepped close to me standing there at the door, my eyes level with his collarbone. Fuck he was tall. He looked down at me and I suddenly felt tiny next to him. I took in a deep breath to calm myself and stop my body from shaking and swallowed as I breathed in his masculine cologne scented body. Maybe a little too deeply as he was inches from me. He leaned down close to me, almost face to face, before I realized that he was reaching around me to lock the front door and turn off the porch light. 

“I know what I’m getting into,” He said with that deep, husky voice. And then his hand came up to my face and cupped my chin, his big thumb caressing my jaw. “I’m getting into your ass.” 

Before I registered what he said, my heart responded like a bolt of lightning shot through me as his hand grabbed the back of my neck and he pulled me into his lips for a deep kiss. I moaned as I felt his fat tongue slide into me and my hands went up to his arms, latching onto him at last, right around his massive biceps. His other hand was on my ass in an instant, grabbing it all with his big mitt and squeezed. I heard him grunt a bit as we kissed hard, so hard that I had to breathe deeply just to take in more air as he overpowered my mouth. He squeezed me tight, making me moan more as I was succumbing to this beast of a man. I was practically whimpering as he held me next to him, kissing me as if we were long lost lovers. I could have stayed at that door all night long like this. I could feel how powerful a man he was as he hugged me harder.

He pulled away and broke the kiss, and I let out an immediate, “Oh fuck.”

He smiled a sexy naughty grin. “Thought you’d never ask,” he said and grabbed my elbow and dragged me up the stairs to the second floor. The master bedroom was staged complete with a queen-sized bed. He dragged me in easily and released my arm, and then he picked me up under my armpits, turned me around and tossed me effortlessly onto the bed. My God what a mighty man he was already! I bounced and bobbed on that bed, feeling like a spotted prey in the middle of a vast grassland. He looked like the hungry beast looking down at me, ready to attack. Fuck he was hot. He took no time in leaping onto the bed and bouncing up on top of my little compact body. I grunted when he landed, his massive muscular body covering my much smaller frame. I attacked his mouth as he was coming at me. I threw my arms around his thick neck and instinctively raised my legs, my knees pressed against his hip as I could already picture him fucking me. I wanted him, like I’ve never wanted anyone. This masculine hunk of a man was just what I needed. He grinded against me, feeling my muscled legs and growling slightly. Our cocks were hard and rubbing together through our clothes. I was panting, moaning as he continued to kiss me intensely. The feeling of him over me was driving me wild. I needed this man. Now. I pushed up on his shoulders, forcing him back. 

“What?” he asked. He had that look on his face that he was doing something wrong.

“Nothing.” I moaned at him, looking up into his fucking sexy face. “I just want you to know you can be as rough with me as you want.” I had lust in my eyes. I was so turned on I wanted him to know that he could do anything to me. ANYTHING. I could feel the heat all over me.

He looked at me with a devilish smile. “I wasn’t going to ask permission,” he said seriously. I believed him. I was suddenly a little frightened, and a lot turned on. I knew this was the alpha male I had been searching for. I finally found a man who needed to use me as much as I wanted him to. I was ready to be here for his pleasure, as long as he wanted, as long as he needed. Because looking into his soulful eyes, I knew I was the one he was looking for too.

“Ok,” I finally said quietly. I looked over him again, so fucking big and strong. But I trusted him already. I could feel it. I knew he wasn’t going to hurt me. I knew this was going to be intense for both of us. “Ok,” I repeated.

His arms went behind my knees and he pressed them back wide to my chest. And then he kissed me again. I was moaning again, loud. Yeah, this was what we both wanted and needed.

“You’re a hot little bitch, aren’t you?” he said, and then he licked my lips with the tip of his fat tongue.

Oh. My. God. I groaned and closed my eyes in sheer pleasure as I shuddered under him. “Uh huh.”

“What was that?” he asked with a strong air of authority. He must have been in the military or something as the command snapped me awake. I opened my eyes and looked into his.

“Yeah. I’m a little bitch.” I found myself responding.

I could tell he was pleased with my answer. “Good boy. You know your place,” he said and patted my cheek lightly.

Oh my God! I thought again. Finally! “Yes, Sir. I do,” I assured him. I felt a hunger rising in me. This was what I had always wanted. Someone to own me. Control me. And I was ready.

“You want your little pussy smashed?” he asked me as he licked my ear. I gasped, holding my breath as the sensation ran through me and I clenched my legs. 

“Oh, fuck yes!” I yelled out and wrapped my arms around that bull neck of his.

“Yeah? Eager for some rough cock up your cunt?” He grunted at me teasingly. It was working. He could have shoved that cock in me through our clothes at that moment and I would have opened easily for him.

I squealed in excitement as just his words were sending shivers through me. I clenched my eyes shut and felt the beginnings of an orgasm under his weight. My God I was afraid he would make me cum right now. His big frame thrust into my ass as I hung on to him. I wanted his cock. Inside me.

“Do you, cunt?” he repeated, more demanding. I was fucking loving it.

“Uh uh! Yes, please. I want you to cum inside my pussy,” I begged. I had never talked like this before. This man was reaching into my inner desires and hitting my spot with just his voice. I couldn’t wait to see what his cock would do.

I heard him chuckle, “Look at this, little closet case sneaking around on his wife, getting fucked full of cum.”

This was exactly what I was. Is this what he wanted I wondered? Was he going to breed my ass like I’ve always wanted a big man to do to me? I looked up and asked him, “Does that turn you on?”

He smiled down at me with that fucking grin of his again. “You have no fucking idea,” He dove down again onto my mouth, his tongue completely invading my throat. 

He sat up, pulled me up and off the bed. “Take off those tight little Baby Gap clothes, mister,” he mused at me. In a flash I obeyed, whipping off my t-shirt and jeans. I kicked my shoes off and flung them across the room as I noticed he was kicking off his, pulling his socks off, unbuttoning his shirt. He was taking his time. I was not. I got down to my black Calvin Klein briefs when he stopped me.

“Stop,” His voice was firm, in command. I froze and looked pleadingly at him. Had I done something wrong? Clark came towards me, close. I could see the outline of his muscular upper body in between his open shirt. I wanted to see him naked. I looked down at his big bare feet as he stepped towards me. The things I was thinking of doing to his entire body. As he stepped up to me, his meaty hand began to glide over my underwear, caressing my cloth covered cock and gently squeezed. His other big hand reached back and cupped my ass. 

“Fuck, little buddy. You are fucking sexy in those tiny panties.” His deep voice made me quiver.

I smiled up at him, and covered his big hand with my own, squeezing his hand tightly. “Thank you. I’m glad you like them. My wife picked them out for me,” I said as seductively as I could.

“She likes to see your fit little body, showing it off, making her pussy wet?” He said gruffly.

“Yeah. Right before I fuck her, fill her pussy with my cum,” I said quietly and seductively. “But that’s not what I need right now.”

He looked at me intently. “I’m going to fuck you like you fuck your wife. You pussy will be drenched in my cum,” He looked at me with a new heat in his eyes. We both knew what we wanted. I believed he was going to do just that. And I wanted it all.

He ran his finger down the cleft of my tight cheeks until he felt my tight little hole. He pressed the material into the tight opening making me stiffen and I let out a little yelp. He pressed hard, causing me to arch my back and I grabbed onto his muscular shoulders under his shirt. The feel of his naked flesh under my fingers sent waves through me. I was pressing my ass out, inviting his thick finger to do its damage. He kept pressing until his finger was to the first knuckle. I pulled at his shirt, sliding it down over his massive arms. Yeah, I was right. Big solid biceps. My briefs were so small and tight, the material would not give any longer to allow his finger to press in any farther. I was lost in his grip and I grunted out loud. My mouth found his bicep and I found myself gnawing on his arm. I could literally sink my teeth into him.  

Finally, I moaned out, looking up into his eyes. “I can’t take it anymore, dude. You have to fuck me. Please?” I begged again. I was panting under his touch, desperate under his gaze. My breath was increasing as I squirmed against him.  

I pulled at his clothes, peeling off his shirt, to get to his naked flesh. I was licking and kissing every exposed inch. I watched his pants slide down to show me those defined thick legs. He stood up again at me and pulled me into his arms, our bodies smashed together now naked except for our underwear.  

Clark stood back and slowly peeled off his underwear. At last. My eyes were on his glorious cock. It was a bit bigger than mine, had to be more than 8 inches. Thick. Meaty. I was drooling as his mighty hands were on me again, and he peeled down my underwear. Then he took me by the waist, lifted me and threw me back on the bed. 

I looked at his magnificent naked muscled body as he stood over me at the end of the bed. “I was going to have you show me what a hot little cocksucker you are, but I’d rather have your tight hole suck my cock instead,” he growled. “Finger your hole for me, sexy fucker.”

I immediately lifted my legs, sucked on my fingers and shoved them down between my legs as he commanded without thinking. I gently pressed my finger in, all the way as I stared into his eyes. I grunted as I pulled out to the tip of my middle finger and then slid it back in as he watched. I was so turned on. I could tell he wouldn’t wait long. His eyes were all over my ass, my muscular legs. I knew I had him. He knew I was no virgin and I could take his big cock. I wanted him to come and claim me.  

Looking at me, he spit on his cock, getting it as wet as he could. I glared at him as he lubed his cock with his own spit. I was ready. I begged him with my eyes to come and get my ass. He stepped up to the bed and reached down, grabbing my ankles and yanking me to the edge of the bed. I felt like I weighed nothing in his strong hands, and I let out an excited “Whoa!” as he took charge of me. I loved it. I wanted more.

He lifted my ankles up high and placed them on his giant shoulders just like I wanted him too. He aimed his cock at my tight hole and without wasting any time, pushed forward. I felt his thick cock head start to enter and I sucked in a huge breath, my eyes opening wide and my mouth opened in shock as he entered. He didn’t stop. He knew by the look in my eyes that I could take it. I wanted this big muscled dominant man. I was going to show him how a built little jock like me can take his big alpha dick. He slid all the way in, right to the base. I flung my head back on the mattress and my entire body stiffened as I became impaled on his cock. I pushed up, my hands on his big solid pecs as if I needed him to stop for just a minute. But he didn’t. He kept pushing into me, as if he could slide more in, pressing his hips against me to let me adjust to that thick cock of his.

With my hands feeling his hard pecs, I took deep breaths in and out. Fuck his cock felt so huge inside my tight ass. I was shaking slightly just by the invasion. I could tell he was loving it as he held it there as his eyes rolled a bit. I squeezed my ass a little, to show him I wanted him, and he groaned. 

As I adjusted to the invasion in me, he leaned forward and kissed me passionately. My eyes were still clenched shut tightly, as was my mouth but when I felt his tongue knocking, I welcomed him and started to relax.

“You good, little man?” I heard his deep voice ask me.

I opened my eyes to see his so close. I nodded and let my hands relax on his muscular pecs.

“Get it, big guy,” I said with confidence.

He leaned forward one more time, and kissed my lips gently, then pulled out his cock to the tip and paused, my mouth open as I felt a shudder.

“I’m going to destroy your pussy,” he whispered demonically.

With that, he plunged back in, throwing me into complete shock and ecstasy. I arched my back up off the bed and yelled out in pleasure as he fucked me deep. He didn’t stop. He pulled out and plunged back in over and over again. Each time, the same arch and the same sounds emanated from me. I was in fucking heaven. I squirmed underneath him, my hands grabbing his wrists to hang on. He was pounding me hard, fucking me literally into the mattress. Over and over and over he plunged that thick cock into me relentlessly in rapid succession. I was loving it, grunting and screaming right along with him with every thrust. This was a power fuck. I loved the look in his eyes as he drilled me.

I watched his muscles, flexed and tight as he used every ounce of strength to give it to me. Soon, all that could be heard was the slapping sound of his cock slamming against my tight ass. His big hands grabbed my legs and spread them out farther to gain more access. I think he was surprised to see just how flexible I was. He growled and pushed my legs down by my ears so that I was parallel with the mattress, bending me in half. I knew he was loving this.

He had that demonic look in his eyes again and sneered at me, “This is how you fuck your wife, little man? Spread out her whore legs and use her wet gash?”

That did it. His voice got me, and I started groaning, “Yes! I get in there and feel her pussy juice slick up my cock. I spread her out, annihilate her pussy,” I was talking like a mad whore, flexing my ass around his cock showing him how I could clamp down and milk his cock inside me.

“Like this, huh? You liked to be fucked like this? Like a fucking whore?” He continued his destruction of my ass. I was loving every minute of it. I nodded, completely speechless at this point as I started to feel the shuddering of my cum rising within me. This beast was going to fuck the cum out of me. 

“Look at you. Hot little muscle boy, getting his cunt pounded like a woman. You have a real man’s cock in your cunt, boy. You won’t forget it. You’ll dream of my cock inside you the next time you’re impregnating your whore wife.” His voice was killing me, sending me over the edge. I was so turned on by this man. My eyes opened to take him all in.

I started thrashing my head around as he was driving me crazy with his cock, with his voice, with his sheer power! I was literally writhing on the bed under his grip. This was by far the best sex I ever had, and I never wanted it to stop.

“I’m going to get you pregnant, you little cunt. You want my boys swimming around in your gut. I’ll tell you what, muscle cunt, one of my boys is getting in and you’re going to have my kid.” 

Oh my God that did it even more. Just when I thought he couldn’t find any more of my hidden wants and urges, he says it. I wanted his cum. I want his baby. I was so far gone at this point I was violently shaking on the bed as he fucked me harder. I was shaking like his whore he was bringing to climax with his cock.

It must have done something to him, to see and feel me getting off so much on his cock that he reared up, and that big fucking muscled body stiffened and with a mighty roar coming from what sounded like his toes, he flooded my fucking muscle cunt with his seed. My eyes widened as I felt him shoot, and with a guttural roar to match his I started shooting my load straight out of my cock without even touching it. Three days’ worth of my cum came spilling out of me, all over my chest, my face, my chin, my hair as I felt his own gallon of sperm fill my ass.

He collapsed on top of me and I immediately wrapped myself around him, my arms, my legs, and took all his weight on me gladly. I didn’t even care how heavy he was. I just wanted to feel his hard, muscular body on top of my own. I was in my glory, still slightly convulsing under this beast of a man.

We lay still for a minute, panting and sweating. Finally, I realized that this was too much for me. “Ok, big guy. You got to get off. I can’t breathe,” I said under him.

He chuckled and rolled off me. “I just want to smother your hot little body. I can’t help it,” he teased.

I giggled and rolled into his side. “Trust me, I want your big beefy body on me, around me, inside me. But you must have fifty pounds on me. I’d rather you use that power for thrusting,” I winked at him, already wishing he was fucking me again.

“Fuck. You better buy this house. Shit, even if you don’t, you have to move here no matter what. I’ll fucking find you another house if you don’t like this one. I’m your agent now, little man.” He said looking at me sincerely. I believed him.

“I’ve already told the wife that you’re our agent. She thinks your nice. Not to mention she thinks you’re hot too. That’s one thing she and I have in common,” I said as my hand caressed his chest.

“She doesn’t know, does she?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“FUCK NO!” I said, punching him in the chest like he was nuts. “She thinks I’m straight as a fucking arrow. She’d never suspect that I like to get fucked by guys like you. I have kids for god sake.”

He patted my stomach and massaged it. His big hand felt so good on me. “You’re about to have another,” he teased with a wink.

That sent a surge of electricity through me. I moved upwards to kiss him, deep, passionately. “Fuck. If only. I’d have all your fucking kids if I could.

He smiled at me. “You’d be my bitch?” he asked.

I laughed, “You fucking kidding me? I’d be your bitch, your cunt, your slut, your whore, your gash. Any fucking thing you wanted.”

“All of the above?” he asked with a smile.

I smiled at him and kissed him again. My God I was in fucking heaven. “All of the above.”

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The story I am about to tell concerns a really unusual oral obsession of mine. I had always wondered what it would feel like to be given a blowjob by a person without their false teeth in their mouth. As we all know, teeth can be a real encumbrance when performing oral sex, subsequently; my impish brain had always wondered what a toothless mouth would feel like wrapped around my dick.

As luck would have it, I befriended a guy called Quarters. Needless to say, this was his nickname, and his proper name was actually Gary. The moniker was derived from a coin, which was mystically placed under your pillow by the tooth fairy, whenever you lost a tooth as a child. As a young man, once all his teeth had been extracted, some smart arse apprentice he worked with had made a joke about the fact that he must’ve have had a pocket full of quarters as a result of this. As is always the case with these inane comments, that nickname stuck with him for the rest of his life.     

Quarters didn’t mind this name, because it always supplied him with a hilarious, or so he thought, story to tell after he introduced himself to another person when they came to know that he wore false teeth. Although he did have dentures, he very seldom wore them in everyday life because he found them very uncomfortable.

Quarters was not conventionally good-looking, but had a pleasant enough face. Strangely, he didn’t appear to have the sunken mouth of a normal toothless person, but then again, his mouth was mostly obscured by a mega moustache, which hung like a curtain over his lips. He also didn’t have the normal speech impediment associated with most persons not having teeth in their mouth. I supposed that he had grown so accustomed to not wearing his false teeth that he had somehow vocally adapted to masking this oddity.

Although he was a hick-looking, blue-collar individual, he always appeared to be fairly hygienic. His clothing, although well-worn, was also always clean.

Quarters lived up the road from me in a small flat that he rented from a cousin, and which was located in their back yard. For a small fee, he also received a daily evening meal. He was a handy-man by trade and barely eked out an existence doing odd jobs, whenever he could find work.

Our ‘friendship’ developed when he passed by my home most days, when he wasn’t working, to buy provisions needed from the small cafe around the corner. I mostly worked from home and as I result, I was often strolling in my garden when we saw one another.

Quarters then always stood at my stomach high gate as we spoke. I now have to mention his very twitchy body language during our conversations. He would first lean forward with his hands on the gate, then cross his arms and once more lean on his forearms, before then reverting back to the former stance. In addition, he kept swaying his body and bobbing his head up and down whilst also persistently crossing his legs as he transferred his weight from one leg to the other. When he smoked, he incessantly flicked his ash with his right hand, as the other hand moved over his stomach, moustache, and chin, constantly. Very occasionally, Quarters would also rearrange his jewels as we spoke. From the impressively protruding fabric in front of his trousers, I surmised that he was a free-baller. The reason I mention his body language is; that I once read that this sort of behaviour was indicative of sexual frustration.

Apart from him always telling me about his jobs and the tools he would love to buy, sexual topics were also often spoken about. When he learned that I was gay, he decisively mentioned that he wasn’t part of my ‘culture’.

Quarters openly admitted that he seldom got lucky with women, qualifying this by mentioning that being as poor as he was, he couldn’t take women out on a date. He did, however, get lucky from time to time on one of his jobs, and these stories he embellished to the fullest. Quarters love muff diving and the smell of pussy was his favourite odour in the world.

“When I’ve muffed a woman, I don’t wash my face for the next day or two to keep that cunt smell on my moustache,” he told me with glee.

I couldn’t help thinking that having false teeth, this wasn’t really a problem for him, I then asked, “Do the ladies enjoy you gumming and licking their pussies”

“Jesus, buddy, they go fuckin’ wild when I muff them. Their pussies get so fuckin’ wet that my knob just slides in afterward,” he boasted.

“Do you also like kissing?” I then asked as I lustfully looked at his mouth.

“Fuck, yeah. The women say the inside of my mouth feels awesome and they cannot get enough of licking my gums as I swamp their mouths with my lips and wet moustache. I drive them fuckin’ crazy, buddy,” he conceitedly informed me, before concluding, “Having no teeth is actually a blessing and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

By now, I was practically pissing in my pants with excitement, imagining his gums masticating on my knob.

During our chats, Quarters admitted that he mostly masturbated, which due to his high sex drive he did frequently.

Although he wasn’t the fastest squirrel in the forest and I found most of our conversations slightly tedious, my oral fixation about his mouth kept escalating, and I also began to find him sexier and sexier. At nights, I always fantasied about him as I also pleasured myself in bed. I did, nonetheless, realise that I was on a road to nowhere with Quarters and that nothing was ever likely to happen between us.

At this point, however, a miracle occurred.

When the lockdown was announced, Quarters was very anxious about the effect that this would have on his life. All the jobs that he had in the pipeline were postponed indefinitely and he, therefore, didn’t have an income. Although he had a few pennies saved, as he put it, this wasn’t going to last too long.

As he stood twitching at my gate on the first morning after the lockdown announcement, he looked very worried. “I have fuckin’ rent to pay,” he exasperatedly shared with me, before adding, “Listen, Luke, if you have any odd jobs you need done, please bear me in mind.”  

My mind now deviously went into overdrive as I commenced plotting my next move.

‘Oh, fuck, yeah… I am definitely going to have that mouth of his on my dick, culture or not,’ I thought to myself.

Two days later as he again stood bobbing and twitching at my gate, he showed me that he had only bought two cigarettes for the day, in order to economise.

In order to get the ball rolling, I then asked, “What work are you prepared to do?”

“Fuck, buddy, anything… Anything at all,” he replied.

“Well, there’s nothing I need done in the house… but let me think if I can come up with something,” I answered with a smile.

“Jeez, thank you. Thanks, Luke,” he gratefully answered, before departing.

 Although I was not a smoker, I immediately left for the store and bought a carton of cigarettes. I also made sure that I was well stocked with beer.

‘Fuck that,’ I thought to myself, ‘I pretend I’m not home for the next two days and make him sweat a bit before I make my move.’

For the following two days, I cruelly watched Quarters hovering around the front gate as I pretended not to be home. Finally, on the third day, I stood outside drinking a beer, with a packet of cigarettes in my one pocket and an extra beer in the other. As he approached my gate I could see the visible look of relief and expectation on his face.

I was very bullish about my prospects because I knew that his cousin’s wife really didn’t like him, as he had previously told me, and that he didn’t want to rock the boat by not being able to pay his rent. In a nutshell, with no other relatives or friends he could turn to, Quarters was in dire straits.    

“That looks great,” he said eyeing my beer.

“Oh, I also brought one for you,” I said, handing his beer to him and then inviting him into my home.

“Wow, this is going to taste great,” he said as he lifted the bottle to his lips.

After a huge swig, as he lowered the bottle his tongue licked his lips and moist hairy curtain.

His mouth had become like a guiding beacon to me, and as I watched his tongue mopping up the excess moisture from his hair covered lips, my resolve to communicate what about to say was totally invigorated.

“So… have you thought of anything you would like me to do for you?” he measuredly asked after a short while.

“Mmm… I’ve given it some serious consideration,” I sagely stated, trying to give credence to my thoughtful deliberation, before resuming, “And my solution is an unusual one that I hope won’t offend your ‘culture’, but as they say, desperate times call for desperate measures.”    

Quarters now looked totally perplexed as he asked, “So, what are you proposing, buddy?”

Having climbed on the cliché express, I now soared ever forward. “Sometimes we have to go above and beyond our comfort zone when the need arises.” 

“Luke, I know I’m not the cleverest man in the world, but you have now totally lost me,” he bewilderedly answered.

Delaying the final blow, I now decided to change track by asking, “What is your monthly rent and do you have enough money to pay it at the end of the month?”  

After he told me I did some mental calculations. I didn’t want to be too generous and hopefully keep him on a tight leash for my on-going gratification.

“Okay, I’m willing to pay you fifty bucks for every job you do for me,” I answered.

“Well, tell me what I need to do so that I can get on with it,” he enthusiastically answered.

“Quarters, since I met you I have fantasized about what your mouth would feel like on my cock. I have always dreamed about you giving me a blowjob,” I matter-of-factly concluded.

There was a look of total disbelief on his face from the information that he had just heard.

“Are… Are, you serious?” he stammered.

“Dead serious… Quarters, just hear me out,” I replied, and before he could say anything I continued, “With lockdown, we are both fucked. You need money because you can’t get any work, and I need pleasure because I can’t get out and find any. In this way, we are both getting what we need,” I explained.

“But… I’m not gay,” he pleaded with a look of horror on his face.

“Well, if you need the bucks, then I’m afraid that’s the only work I have to offer you,” I definitively stated.

Quarters now quickly gulped back the remaining beer in his bottle, before asking, “But can’t I just borrow the money from you… You know I’ll pay you back.”

“I have a golden rule in life. I never lend money to anyone under any circumstances,” I clarified, before adding, “And you have no idea at this time as to when you’ll be able to pay me back either, in any case.”

“Shit, I don’t think I can do that,” he now said with a frown and his body twitching more than ever before.

“The ball is in your court, buddy. It’s up to you,” I finalized.

With a look of total incomprehension, he then whimpered, “Well, I suppose I’d better be on my way.”

“Cool. Oh, by the way, I’ve got a small gift for you,” I uttered, as I produced a box of cigarettes from my pocket and handed it over to him.

“Thanks,” he answered, with a smile of total defeat on his face.

After he left I giggled about my mischievous machinations. Truthfully, I should have been ashamed of myself, but I wasn’t. In fact, I was revelling in the dilemma I had just caused in his life. I even congratulated myself on my epiphany of handing him the packet of smokes, feeling very sure that this had definitely accentuated my proposal.

That day, I couldn’t get the vision of his mouth out of my head and masturbated three times, just dreaming about how good it would feel. Above everything, the thought of having a sexy straight man under my control really excited me enormously.

Quarters did not pass by the following day. A day later, however, I saw him skulking and twitching in front of my gate.

“Why don’t you come in for a beer,” I called to him from my front veranda.

I watched as he opened the gate before slinking toward me.

“Thanks,” he said as I handed his beer over, before once more also giving him another box of cigarettes, which he also thanked me for.

With a very sheepish look on his face, Quarters now said, “I’m sure that I’ll be utterly useless at giving you a blowjob.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” I quickly retorted, before adding, “From the way you told me that you drive women crazy, I’m sure you’ll be very good.”

Quarters now started uncomfortably scratching his head. “So, how do we do this?” he asked anxiously.

“Well, it’s really very simple. I place that large cushion,” I said pointing to one close by, “on the floor, so that your knees are comfortable when you kneel, and then I stick my dick in your mouth.”

As he resignedly nodded, I retrieved the cushion and place it on the floor. “Take your t-shirt and shorts off, buddy, you don’t want to get drool on them,” I suggested.

Quarters had a moderated hairy torso and legs. Regrettably, he was wearing boxer shorts that he did not remove, His semi-naked body was even better than I had anticipated. After I gazed at him, I then collected a small hand towel from my kitchen and threw it down next to him.      

After removing my trousers and underpants, I unbuttoned my shirt as well, before moving close to him. Quarters now stared at my dick like a deer caught in the headlights. “You have to open your mouth now, buddy,” I eventually said to him.

His body was a rigid as a statue as my cock touched his lips. Very slowly, I now commenced my intrusion. The initial entry proved to be difficult and it was clear that he was very resistant to what was happening.

“You have to work with me, Quarters. Just relax your throat and let me in properly. Don’t try to suck but simply swallow my dick… You can do it,” I now began goading him.

Although there was a lot of sputtering and gaging to begin with, I could already begin to feel the wonder of his velvety oral cavity, and as he began to settle down the pleasure began to escalate appreciably. I was determined to praise and encourage him to greater heights and commenced a litany of complimentary groans and mumbles of pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, this mouth of yours is awesome, I’ve never felt anything as good as this on my dick,” I intoned. “Jesus, buddy, this mouth of yours should be declared a national treasure, no wonder the women were so nuts about you,” I declared.

Magically, this ploy began to work brilliantly, and soon he was pulling out all the stops. By now, I had also started caressing his head in appreciation of his efforts as my cock experienced the finest blowjob that I had ever experienced. His toothless mouth was far better than I had ever imagined.

I did not last too long before I began unloading. Sadly, once I extracted my dick he spat out the spunk residue that he still had in his mouth. Quarters then wiped his face and chest, before using the towel to mop up the muck on the floor.        

Observing the tent in his boxers I lustfully pointed at it and asked, “Would you like me to help you out with that?”

“No, I’m good,” he quickly answered, prior to asking, “I hope that you enjoyed my efforts?”

“You were brilliant,” I gushed.

For the first time since my proposal, Quarters gave me a warm smile. “When do you want me to visit again?”

“Every day,” I emphatically answered. I could see him calculating his ongoing remuneration for his daily services, and then with a mixed smile on his face, he turned and departed.

Much as I had loved the blowjob, I now greedily began wondering if I would be able to take things further with him. He had definitely been as uncomfortable as a fish out of water, but I didn’t care. He had, after all, said that he was prepared to do ‘anything.’

The following day when I handed him his beer, without any prompting, Quarters was soon stripping his clothes off. What delighted me was when his underpants were also removed. His impressive dick delighted me and it was one of those cocks that I liked best of all. From the base, it broadened toward the front before slightly narrowing, and then expanding into a well-sheathed and elongated dick-head.

Once he again started blowing my dick, this time far more adeptly than the previous day, it pleased me when he also finally also commenced tugging on his knob. Once I had shot my load I instantly told him to stand up and also shoot his load into my mouth. He readily did so, but unfortunately did not enter my mouth in the process. Although I did not get to properly taste his dick, his cum was nonetheless, totally delicious.

After settling our transaction, as he was about to leave I asked if he still had cigarettes. He told me that he still had enough for that day, but assured me that he would take me up on my offer the following day. I was very impressed by this display of restraint from him.

After my next orgasmic oral enchantment the following day, I did not ask for his permission before solidly grasping onto his hips and giving him a spectacular blowjob. I almost blacked out due to my ardency, but was determined to give him as much pleasure as I was capable of. The active encouragement of his hands as I did so was very pleasing. His eventual climax was also breathtakingly animated, before his body shuddered uncontrollably as he shot his entire load down my throat.

This scenario was not lost on him, and the following day I also gave him a face-fucking of note, which he willingly encouraged and accepted.  I was extremely pleased by the progression of his technique, and elated by his fast disappearing reluctance to what we were doing. I no longer felt any disdainful reticence from him.

 I did not want to fool myself and was fully aware that money was the basis for our activity. I was, nonetheless, beginning to feel a development of affection from him starting to germinate.

Much as I was very happy with what was happening, I, nevertheless, yearning for a more holistic carnal experience.

Getting slightly ahead of myself that day, once we had blown one another, I tried to kiss him. Quarters instantly turned his head to the side to avoid my lips. As he looked back at me he said, “Sorry, Luke, but I’m just not ready for that.”

“That’s cool,” I apologetically responded.

Another dynamic in our ‘relationship’ now also began to develop, as he hung around longer and longer after our interactions. It also became very clear that he was very unhappy living with his cousin and dreamed about finally getting out of there.

When he asked me why I wasn’t involved, I simply answered, “Because I haven’t found anyone like you.”

I could see that these words really resonated with him, because as he left that day I got a very affectionate hug from him for the very first time.

The following day he amazed me after our oral session, when without any prompting he embraced and commenced kissing me. There was nothing phony about his approach, and I finally got to experience the full benefit of his gloriously vacuous mouth and unshackled gums as we smashed our mouths together.

The day after, I got even luckier when we ended up on my bed. The sixty-nine session that followed was amazing, and when his incredible cock finally penetrated me much later, my joy knew no bounds. The combination of his forceful thrusting and oral attack on my neck, ears, and mouth, was the most magical combination I could ever have hoped for. Quarters was not only an unbelievable lover but a completely insatiable stud in bed.

“Would you like to move in with me?” I impetuously asked when we were done that day.

The look on his face was priceless at this proposal, and a week later we were living together. I wasn’t sure where this would end up, but for now… it was fantastic.

As the months passed and Quarters got more and more work, largely thanks to my efforts on the internet, we also bought all the tools required for making his jobs even easier and more professional.

I was sure that he would still get ‘lucky’ with the odd woman from time to time, but this didn’t faze me. These minor ‘deviations’ would be perfectly acceptable to me, as long as he had his main course at home.  

When we were out and about as our lives coalesced into a comfortable domesticity, Quarters also always wore his teeth. In our bedroom, however, they were strictly prohibited.

      

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It ended sooner than I thought, but as I cleaned out my office, I was happy I was just losing my job and not my license.  I had only been at the chiropractic firm for 6 months when it happened and now, I was leaving on some not so great terms. Fortunately, the Doctor Brown, the owner of the practice took some pity on the situation and agreed to just let me go without any further repercussions.

It started when I graduated from Chiropractic school and completed my residency before securing a job with Doctor Brown’s practice. I liked it because it aligned to my area of study in sports medicine and working with young athletes to avoid and overcome sports injuries.

My first few weeks were spent observing the other doctor and the 2 techs on some of the equipment as well as the reporting systems and other functions of the practice before taking on my own patients. Finally, after almost a month, I began to see some patients. At first it was a variety of men and women mostly in the 40s and up who wanted an adjustment for chronic back aches due to long days of sitting. Nothing too difficult and not really utilizing my area of focus.

Finally, late January a new patient came to the practice. Jason was in his senior year in high school and came in for an evaluation. “Jason is not at peak performance” His mom explained during our initial consultation. “Jason needs this athletic scholarship to get into college. His grades are great, but he has had some other challenges that will make college a bit complex” his mother continued, and I could tell there was more to it than what she was willing to share.

I looked across my desk at Jason sitting quietly in his chair as his mother talked. Jason was a handsome boy, almost pretty. He had dirty blond hair that was medium length, and silver-grey eyes that I caught flash for a moment when his mom spoke about “complexities”. I caught Jason’s eyes and he flashed me a look. “I think it best if I begin my evaluation with Jason” I said once his mom stopped talking. At 18 Jason was old enough to relay any problems he was having directly to me and this was my opportunity to get him away from his mom.

Jason followed me into the room, and I closed the door behind him. Jason was dressed like most guys his age; jeans and a t-shirt with his letterman jacket over it. Jason took off his jacket and placed it on the chair. The tight t-shirt was stretched well across his tight body and I couldn’t help noticing the way his jeans fit; low on his hips and barely able to contain his firm ass. The other thing I couldn’t help noticing was the ample bulge in the front of his well-worn jeans.

“Why don’t you strip down to your underwear and we will check you out” I said trying not to stare at the bulge. Jason slipped off his shoes then dropped his pants and pealed the tight shirt off his upper body before lying face down on the able. Jason’s back was well muscled and tapered down to what looked like a very firm ass.

As I began my manipulations, I couldn’t help feeling my cock getting hard and snaking down the leg of my khakis. Fortunately, I was wearing my white doctors coat that concealed anything embarrassing. I gently moved Jason’s legs, and performed twists and stretches validating if there were any pain points. Jason seemed very relaxed and his muscled body did not seem to have any tightness.

“So, I guess your mom is concerned about some stuff on your record?” I asked casually assuming he had been caught with some pot or booze that went on his permanent record. “Yeah it’s nothing. I got caught getting a blowjob in the locker room after a game” Jason replied and the words both took me back and shocked me at the same time. Did I hear right? Did he just tell me that he got caught getting a blowjob in the locker room? By a guy?

“I guess that could be embarrassing” I said trying not to sound unprofessional or awkward. “Yeah it could have been worse” Jason added with a chuckle, and curiosity started to build in my mind. The image of Jason getting blown by his buddies in the locker room flowed through my imagination pushing blood to my dick. I reached down and adjusted my hard 7 in my slacks before continuing.

I finished my evaluation and took a seat and watched as Jason got up from the table. As he did, I couldn’t help noticing that his dick was hard in his white briefs. This was pretty common for guys when getting a massage or even a manipulation. Most guys immediately tried to cover it up with their hands or clothing out of embarrassment, but not Jason. He just stood there proud at what looked like a huge cock that bulged from his tight white briefs.

Jason and his mom left once I discussed the plan to work on him 2 times a week, in order to help loosen the tight muscles with the goal of improving his overall performance. Two days later Jason came back to the office, this time without his mom. It was my last appointment of the day and the 2 techs and the receptionist had already left, leaving me to close up after my appointment.

Jason got on the table face down in just his briefs as I got out some of the gel that I would be using for some combination muscle therapy. “Ok Jason this will start off cold then get warm” I said rubbing the gel over his lower body. “I am going to lower your underwear” I indicated before grabbing the band and pulling it down to expose half of his tight muscled ass.

“Oh, that feels good doc” Jason moaned as I began to spread the goo, working it over his firm, young muscles. I knew it was unprofessional. I knew it was wrong, but I could not help it, my dick once again began to snake down my pant leg as I watched Jason. I began working the machinery, but my mind was lost on this boy. I imagined I was on my knees blowing him in the locker room, and I imagined climbing up on top of the table and slowly driving my hard cock between the perfect mounds of his ass.

When Jason’s time was up, I used a warm towel to wipe clean the gel that I had spread all over him before allowing him to get up. At first, I hadn’t realize that I wasn’t wearing my doctor’s coat to conceal my bulge until it was too late. Jason swung his legs over the side of the table and looked up from my bulge. My face flushed beet red as his eyes locked on mine and he began to grin.

“Hey Doc” Jason said as he continued to grin, not getting up from the table. I didn’t know what to say or do. I was horny, confused and he caught me. I tried turning away from Jason and not mentioning it, but he had other ideas. He stood up from the table and walked towards me, his large cock stretching the cotton of his briefs as he approached.

“Looks like we both have the same problem” Jason said reaching out his hand to my crotch. I took another step back. “It’s nothing” I said trying to play it off. “It looks bigger than nothing” Jason replied still grinning, still approaching. “Can I see it?” he asked not backing away.

I could not believe what he was asking. I could not believe how direct and open he was. “I can’t its wrong and against the rules” I said. Jason didn’t listen, he placed his hand on my crotch and began to apply pressure. My hard dick swelled even more under his touch and I took a deep breath.

Jason dropped to his knees and before I could say anything, he had opened my Khakis and had my dick pointing straight at his face. “Nice doc. Much bigger than most of my buddies” he said holding my dick before taking it into his warm mouth. Jason engulfed my dick all the way into the back of his throat without missing a beat. It was if he had no gag reflex at all.

My hands went to Jason’s broad muscular shoulders to hold myself in place as he swallowed me to my pubes. I could not believe how far in he could take me. Jason began slurping on my cock, then incorporated his hand along the shaft in a unified manipulation. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. I closed my eyes and allowed it to happen.

Just I was getting close to filling Jason’s mouth, he pulled off my cock leaving me wanting and frustrated. “I don’t like to swallow” he said as I looked down at him. “I prefer you cum in my ass” he added with another of his perfect grins.

I could not believe what I was hearing. “Jason wanted me to fuck him?” I thought to myself. My dick jumped at the thought and I was sure I was going to wake up from some wet dream. Jason got to his feet and dropped his white briefs on the floor exposing his hard, thick cock surrounded by a soft patch of light brown, trimmed pubes.

Jason reached up and began unbuttoning my shirt and I took hold of his hands. “I can’t. This is wrong” I said, and I realized how weak it sounded. “It’s our secret” he said and leaned in, placing his lips on mine, then pushed his tongue deep into his mouth. I closed my eyes and let out a moan and I felt my hands drop to my sides. With Jason’s tongue probing my mouth, his hands continued unbuttoning my shirt till it was able to be slipped off.

Jason pulled away from me and turned to the table. “Fuck me doc” He said bending forward exposing his perfect ass. I ran my hand up the crack of his ass and felt the tight puckered hole. Then I reached for one of the gels and coated my fingers with it before I began to probe his ass. Jason moaned and pushed back onto my finger forcing it deeper into him.

“Stop teasing me doc and fuck me” he said bending forward a bit more. I was ready. There was nothing holding me back. I reached into my wallet and pulled out a condom and slipped it on over my hard cock, then coated it with some of the lube and took Jason by the hips. The head of my cock pushed past one set of rings before sliding forward into Jason’s tight ass.

“Fuck doc it’s been too long since I had a big dick in me” Jason said as I began fucking him. I began fairly slowly then started to build up some speed. Pounding Jason’s tight ass harder and harder. Soon I only cared about my dick and how it felt and how badly I wanted to shoot my load.

Yeah man fuck me. Fuck me harder” Jason moaned, and I could feel sweat forming on our bodies as we worked together. Soon my dick was ready to shoot. I did not want this to end and I tried to hold off as long as I could, sometimes slowing down to make it last. Every time I tried to slow down; Jason began working my dick with his ass.

“Fuck boy. I am so close” I moaned holding his hips even tighter. “Fill me Doc” he said grinding back into me. “I love feeling your hard cock in me Doc” Jason moaned making it even harder for me to hold off. Finally, I could take it no longer. I grabbed Jason’s hips firmly and drove my cock as deep as I push into him and then just stopped. Then I pulled back and pounded forward a few more times and finally on the fourth or fifth hard thrust, I could feel my cock explode deep into Jason’s ass.

Cum continued to flow as the orgasm spread through my body and cum continued filling the condom in Jason’s ass. Finally, it stopped, and I was left breathless as my body came down from the intensity. My body trembled as my breathing returned slowly to normal. Finally, Jason slid forward allowing my cock to slip from his ass. As he did, I could see the condom hanging like a balloon filled with my warm cum.

Jason turned to me and smiled. Then moved in and began kissing me again. As he did, I reached for his hard cock and began stroking it. My hand was still coated with some of the gel, and it mixed with the precum that oozed from his cock tip. Now it was Jason’s turn to moan as I pumped his hard, thick cock.

Jason began to turn and twist and moan as his dick swelled and before I realized what was happening, I felt something warm splatter my abs, soon followed by more splatters of his cum. Jason’s body tensed and tightened and his tongue drove deeper into my mouth as his orgasm moved through him. Jason’s body eventually stopped orgasming and he collapsed into my arms, his mouth never leaving mine.

Slowly we went from a deep intense kiss, to soft, warm kisses. “Thanks Doc” Jason said backing away. His face had no guilt, no remorse. As if what just happened was perfectly normal for him. “That was some load” Jason said watching as I slipped off the condom and tossed it into the trash before pulling up my pants.

 “Thanks Doc” Jason said giving me a quick casual kiss before leaving my office. I flopped down in my chair fully spent. The reality of what just happened filled me with terrible remorse until I got up the strength to leave the office and go home, swearing the whole way it would never happen again.

Unfortunately, the next day I had the late shift. When I got to my office the Doctor Brown informed me that I no longer worked there. He had found the condom in the trash. I think he assumed; I just had a late-night date and used the office. It was best to let him think that. He explained that he wouldn’t report me to the board, but I was to leave quietly and never return.

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It was that time of year again when my family and I go on vacation. This year we are heading to Alaska, the last frontier. As we exit the plane we cant help but marvel over the majestic beauty that stands in front of us. The painted mountains, the ice blue ocean water, and the clean air in our lungs. As we board the cab to take us to our hotel, my wife and I discuss what the first thing we will see and do. 

After arriving in our room we begin to unpack. As we are looking out the window we hold each other and become thankful for the opportunity to see this beautiful state. Once unpacked I ask my wife if she wants to wonder around the hotel and check things out. She says her and the kids are tired and wants to stay in but tells me to go ahead and go. 

As I start to wonder, I am met at the elevator by a medium built man with slight facial hair and piercing blue eyes. He says hello. I find myself caught off guard by his looks that I think I stammered hello back. Once in the elevator small talk begins. The usual pleasantries how are you, what brings you here, how long are you staying, and ends with my name is Dave what’s yours? I tell him I’m Tim nice to meet you. 

Dave looks at me with a curious smile and asked, where you from I’ve never heard such an accent before. I tell him, I’m from Minnesota how about you are you from here. He tells me yes he’s from Juno but here in Anchorage on business for a few days. Once the elevator stops at the lobby, we exist. But as we go Dave ask what I was up to and if I’d mine having a drink with him. 

Being from friendly Minnesota, I said sure why not maybe you can tell me what’s exciting to do in Anchorage. As we are sitting at a table in the bar having a drink, Dave tells me about his business and how much he has to travel. He even mentions how hard it can be not seeing his family very much. I tell him, I’m sure your family understands your just trying to make a better life for them and they know how much you love and miss them. 

Dave smiles at me and thanks me for the reassurance that all will be good. We order another round. As the drinks continue to flow the small talk starts to get personnel. Dave begins to tell me how lonely he has become and how sexually frustrated he is and he hadn’t gotten laid in months. Taken a bit off guard, I mention that I love my wife she’s the best but after thirty six years of marriage the sex part is done and the best friend mode had kicked in. Dave laughs and smiles at me saying it’s the same for him. 

His wife is the greatest but their sexual life is done. Sounding like a couple of sad sacs we order another round. As the drinks continue to flow I feel my guard start to lower and my flirty side start to come out. While laughing at some corny joke, Dave places his hand on my forearm and slides it up and down. I feel a sudden warmth fill my face. I am not sure how to interpret this feeling and I look at Dave. 

Dave’s eyes are piercing through my sole as he asks me if I wanted to come up to his room for a night cap. I’m not sure if it was the alcohol or the sexual sensation I felt from his touch, I said yes. As we headed for the elevator, Dave touched me again this time on my cheek. The passion inside of me started to grow along with my manhood. Once upstairs, Dave pours us a night cap. 

As he hands me mind, I place my hand on his thigh and begin to rub it. When Dave doesn’t move away I know we are thinking the same thing inside. Dave grabs my drink, places it on the table next to the chair, then leans down to kiss me. His kiss is soft and sweet, I sigh and kiss him back. We both feel the passion start to grow. As we are kissing, our hands continue to explore each other’s bodies. 

We feel each other’s arms, face, lips until we find each other’s manhood. Dave is hard at this point so hard he looks like he’s about to burst out of his pants. I reach for it. Once my hand is on him, I feel his cock slightly jerk and to my lusted surprise he starts to release his pre cum. I become aroused to the point my cock has become rock hard. Seeing the passion growing we stumble to the bed. 

Once there we continue to kiss. As Dave is kissing me he starts to remove my shirt. He sees my nipples are at full salute. He touches them and I start to moan. As Dave hears this his cock jerks with excitement and he releases more cum. My hand reaches inside his shirt to feel the hair on his chest. It’s not a full bush but it’s enough to drive me wild. 

As we are touching and kissing we continue to remove our clothes until we are both laying there in only our underwear. We can both see the silhouette of excitement in our undies. I reach to remove his and i am greeted by more of his cum. It looks so good I can’t help but place my mouth on his cock and begin to lick every drop of his salty seed up. He continues to moan. His breathing becomes more intense the more I take every inch of his 6 inch cock. 

He continues to release his seed. Dave becomes so sexually empowered, that he grabs me and flips me on my back. Once there he starts to lick my waiting man pussy. I begin to howl with excitement. The wetter his tongue makes my hole the louder I moan, the louder I moan the faster he licks my opening asshole. 

Once he is ready to start his entry, I reach for more of his cum to prepare my aching hole. As I insert my two cum filled fingers, I begin to arch my back from pleasure. This drive Dave insane. Once I am ready Dave slowly starts to insert his cock. He takes his time allowing me to adjust to both the pain and pleasure of being fucked. 

Once he is fully inside he pauses for a moment to let me relax and adjust. Dave begins to slowly fuck me . I feel every inch of him filling my pussy, I continue to moan. Dave starts to ram faster and faster until I scream you’ve hit my G- Spot which sends a surge of electricity through my body. Once found Dave continues to tap it . Sometimes hard and fast other times slow and gentle, but each time I’m filled with ecstasy. 

Seeing , hearing, and feeling the pleasure Dave is giving me he begins to swell up even more until he can not take it any longer. He begins to release is manly seed into my awaiting pussy. As I feel him shoot his load, I begin to Jerk myself off to release my own seed. The pleasure makes me scream and moan. I feel Dave collapse on the bed, his juices releasing from my ass. He reaches over to taste my juices . 

He tells me that mine taste sweet like pineapple his favorite fruit. As we are laying together, we begin to talk. We both needed each other to know this is a one night event this cannot get out, this is our lust filled secret. We needed to think of it as adventurous outing on and exciting trip. We both agree. As we start to clean off and get dressed, Dave and I reminded not only each other but ourselves. 

We are both in a loving marriage nothing will change that. Our wives and family come first. As we part our separate ways to always remember this night and how great it was to feel a special bond with another person. One neither of us has had in a very long time. I leave his room. As I enter my room, I see my wife sleeping peacefully. I get undress and under the covers I reach for her and hold her tightly. 

This is where I am meant to be. As time goes on the memory of Dave comes rushing back. All the exciting feelings we had for each other. I hope he is well and thinks of me. And when we think of each other I know we are jacking off to the best sex either of us has ever had.

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AND it is really a first step, my Caliph. I’m going to hold you to that promise. Haroum, Habibi, my beloved, it is up to you how soon this will all come about. Once you do what you promised me concerning Rashid and his family I will start to look for our little hide-a-way love nest…”

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Jess hung up the phone and sat back against the high backed leather desk chair thinking about what his next move should be. Damn it, he thought he must be getting too old for this type of work. There was a time when he would just act and not think about it. Was the fact that he was going to be a married man soon have any thing to do with his reluctance to act, or was it really time for him to think about ‘retiring’? After all he has been at this game for about six years now and how long can your luck hold out? And a game it was! Sooner or later there was bound to be a slip-up and the whole thing was going to crash down on him! For about an hour he debated with himself and then decided that for now there really is no choice. The only thing he could do would be to play it smart and give Philip Green a call and work something out with the Chief of Homeland Security. He just could not pull out now. He knew very few agents that just walked out of the profession and lived to enjoy retirement. The Caliph was not the type of man who would just let things hang there. He had tried to use Ronnie as a bargaining chip and failed. Who knew what that bastard might do next. He might try it again or maybe this time, he might even try to send men to take him. Then again, worse than that, he might even wait until Ronnie and he had married and had a child and then take the child and use it to… My God, his brain screamed, would he try that? Who knew what this mad man was capable of? What ever he was going to do, would it be today, next week or perhaps the week after? Jesse sweated because he could never be sure and Jesse did not relish the thought of living his life looking over his shoulder. He now realized that it was no longer patriotic duty that was driving him, but rather one of pure hatred and necessity. Not only that, but he himself had changed. Yes, his whole thought system had changed. His mind was beginning to think and act like a Bedouin. Yes, after all the years of living in the Middle East with his parents, that culture was beginning to wear off on him. After all, according to the law of the desert, he had every right to take revenge and kill the Caliph for what he did to Ronnie. He could no longer just think about satisfying just himself. There was now Ronnie to think about and our children. Now that they were seriously planning to get married he had to think about how his actions would affect her and her family. Somehow or other, he did not get the impression she would care for the idea of her new husband spending 20 years in jail for murder. But on the other hand, by Allah, it would feel so good to get his fingers around the Caliph’s throat and so….reluctantly, giving in to his lower instincts,  he picked up the phone and gave Philip a call. 

The phone rang a few tines and seeing the phone number on his caller ID, Philip answered, “Jesse? Whats up?”

Waisting no time on social amenities Jesse said, “How do you think the President would like to get his hands on, question and then dispose of the Caliph as he sees fit?”

“You’re kidding me.”

“I’m serious, dead serious!”

“I think he, as well as a few others, would be delighted. But how can we do that? Do you have a plan?”

“Yes, but it would require my having to operate on Canadian soil and it would require their blessing and help. Along with that, I would have to make sure the President was there to cover my ass.”

“That goes without saying. You know you would have that!” 

“Maybe yes, maybe no,” Jesse said rather dubiously. “From what little I can see I’m really not so sure of that. His history of backing people one day and trashing them the next is well known. In my situation, his turning on me could mean not just the loss of a job, but, my life! Anyway I want to see and hear the man face to face first. I want to hear it from him, in person. That way I can be reasonably sure that he will not let me hang in the wind. It would also require the Canadians to be in on it as well.”

“The Canadians, have no fear about them. After our last call, I did contact them as I told you I would about using that Mounty you recommended and they said that they would be very glad to help as much as they could. It seems that the Caliph is not too well thought of in Ottawa these days and they also have a few scores to settle with him. It seams as if they have had a few of their citizens killed by the Caliphate. The Caliphate is engaged in a slew of activities from drugs to female and male prostitution. They do not like the fact that he, or anyone else, is slipping in and out of their country as easily as he seems to and he has financed some of his operations with these funds. He must have quite an organization that is engaged in that and other illegal activities.  They would like to question him and get all the information about these illegal border crossings that have been taking place.”

“You mean that they knew about it all this time and they did nothing to try to stop it?”

“They are not stupid! Of cause they did, but without proof there is not much they can do about it. Besides, they do not have the personnel or resources to patrol such a long boarder. All of that takes time, money and people, none of which Canada has. Do you know how many people live in Canada? Only 37 million. Thats a lot of open space. For years they have been trying to get people to come into the country. And all they get are a load of mid-east immigrants who they accept without questioning them too closely.  Without any proof, they don’t have the resources or money to  mount any programs or actions to do anything like we can.”

“I can see their problem. Yethro and I are always crossing the border to go fishing and hunting and seldom have we seen or been stopped or even questioned. The few times that  we have been stopped, it was very casual and there have been times when they just wave us on and don’t even ask for identification.”

“Tell me about it! We have been warning them for years. Not only that but because they really need people to settle in the vast open spaces, they actively encourage these people to come to the country. If the country and the climate were more moderate they would be flooded with people. Still they do get people to come and settle there, but they soon move on. They use the open borders to cross over into the States. Once they are here it is hard to deport them. If you think we have trouble with the Mexican border — think again buddy! However, that is not what you called about. Tell me about what this plan of yours is all about and what you want me to do.”

“Before we even talk about that I must be sure that you still have the same rapport and access to this President, that you had under Obama. My plan would require that he trust both of us as it is kind of tricky and dirty. This President has the backing of the right wing so-called moral majority, if you know what I mean. If they find out that he has “a gay Moslem” working for him they might withdraw their support. Also this will require special funds to pull it off. However, I think it would be worth it.”

“Jesse, this President is no different from any of the others. The only thing different is that he does it out in the open. But to answer your question, yes, although he has shifted around a lot of people as well as fired many, he has kept me on. Before he took office, Obama called the President-elect and myself into the Oval Office and the three of us sat down and had a private meeting, for well over three hours he sat there open mouthed, during which Obama filled him in on your work.  The new President was very impressed and rather shocked to learn that we had an agent so close to the Caliph. At first he refused to believe it. He thought we were making it up and we had a devil of a time convincing him of the truth until we told him your name and how deeply you had buried yourself inside not only the Caliphate, but that even how Yethro was involved with this conspiracy. He just sat there, dumbfounded and refused to believe any of it. You must remember that for years he really believed that Obama was not only a Moslem but was also not even born in the United States and that he was helping them and doing nothing to prevent them from overrunning the country,” Philip laughed. “I must say that it did take a while to convince him of the truth. Don’t believe that this man or any man that fights his way to the Presidency is an idiot. Something seams to happen when they walk into that Oval Office and sit in that chair behind that desk! To tell you the truth, I have met him many times since and, while there are some things we both agree upon, there are many more we fight over. And we do fight! But we both respect each other and he always listens to what I have to offer. One thing this man always is concerned and asks about  every time we meet is you and your progress. He does not trust most people but, I really think he not only trusts me, but he really cares about the agents we have ‘in the trenches’. Sometimes, I think he would be happy to get out from behind his desk and get out into the field himself.”

Jesse laughed and almost choked. “It is good to hear that the Boss cares for us! Who would have thought it? I never would have. Maybe I have misjudged him. However, I really do not trust him. But then mistrust goes along with my job. Okay, I would like you to set-up a meeting with him and I will deal with him directly. You can be in on the meeting but let’s try to keep this as small as we can. The fewer people that know about what I plan to do, the better. Just remind the President that regardless of what he has been told or thinks, the Caliphate is alive and well and has infiltrated even our own government. This may be his last chance to eradicate that  blight once and for all or at least to really get the Caliph neutralized.”

“Don’t be silly. He knows all that. I, myself, remind him of that fact. But, there is no need for him to be told that over and over. If I were to do that, he would want to know why the Government was still paying you and me.”

“Well, to read some of his tweets, you would think that he really thinks he has defeated the Caliphate.” Jesse moaned. “Everyone who really knows anything about the true situation is just laughing at him.”  

“That’s all part of the President’s way of doing things. People tend to forget that this President comes from the business world and not from the political sector. They have their own way of doing things and he just can’t get used to this Washington mentality. It’s part of his ‘real estate’ mentality,” Philip said. “Besides what good will it do to keep telling him that it might not do any good to kill off the leadership, if all that happens is another idiot is just going to replace him.”

“Well, you can tell him that by removing them, maybe it will point out to the new idiot that tries to take his place that he is still vulnerable and to warn him that leadership has a price and he had better be prepared to lead in a good way or else there is a price to pay,” Jesse said.

“And if you think that they will ever learn, you, my friend, are a dreamer. History teaches us that no matter how many times we depose a tyrant, there is always another waiting to take his place. Get real, my friend, few world leaders measure up to that standard.”

“Well, one can only hope. But in the meantime you arrange for that meeting and we will see what this new guy is made of. Give me a call when you have it set up. And make sure there are no recording bugs.” Jesse hung up and then went back to his work again. Just as he finished reading a report that Yethro had asked him to go over, the Governor came in and seeing the report in his hand asked him what he thought about it. 

“Well, if you are asking me what the possibility of getting funding for a super highway running through the center of our state is from this new President, I would have to say it is slim, very slim. He does not appear to want to spend any money on state projects even if they just might be needed and worthwhile. From what I can see, he is more concerned with the international He is more interested in international problems as opposed to our state problems. The States can go to hell for all he cares.”

“Now, Jesse that’s stupid, and you know it! He is planning to run for re-election again, is he not? If he wants to win re-election, he better start to care. He is the head of our party and while he did take the last election, it was not by a majority popular vote. All this time in office and he still hasn’t gotten close to a fifty percent approval rating. Even his own party knows this next election will be hard. It was by the electoral college alone that he won. I know he wants to make sure that this time it will be a clean and proper win.” Yethro said. “The last time he did not get our State’s electoral votes and he needs this state to win next time. With our growing Muslim population he is going to have to do something big for me to back him. This bill will at least give me something I can show to our people that he is on our side. If he does not give it his full support I just will not help him. I might even support the opposition! This road is needed for the national defense, as well as the tourist money it will bring in.”

“Let me think about it for a while. I have been trying to set up another Governors’ Conference. I have an idea I might be able to get a private meeting between him and myself where I can explain the situation to him. He might not want to be seen meeting with  a Moslem but he might agree to see me alone and I think I have a contact that might be willing to arrange such a meeting. It’s risky, but it just might work.  If I go and I fail, you will not have lost any face.”

“Who is this contact?”

“You remember that man from Homeland Security, that Mr. Green? The one you introduced me to when he was working for Obama and I arranged for Obama and his wife to attend the Governors’ meeting here. Well, he still is working for this new guy. What if I contact him and see if I still have any ‘Pull’ with him?”

“Boy, leave it to you. What the hell would I ever do without you?”, Yethro said patting him on the back.

“I don’t know, habibi. But you better not try. Anyway, give me a day or two to think about it and to see if there is a way to do this…. This may be a bit difficult seeing how he feels about Moslems. Hey, speaking about arranging things, how are things coming along with my wedding?”

“That’s the reason I’m here! I have no problem laying out a State budget or even running the entire State…. You would think that planning a wedding, with all these other big problems I take care of everyday, should be easy! Ronnie is wonderful. However that soon to be uncle-in-law of yours is driving me up a wall. Since he made his settlement with the Caliph there is no reasoning with him.  I had to put my foot down yesterday when he wanted to have gold service for the reception instead of just silver. Gold! Can you imagine, he wants pure gold. Look, Jesse, you have to talk to him. I love Ronnie almost as much as you, but she is not the Queen Of Great Britain! Besides, if we are going to ask the President to fund this highway, it just would not look good flaunting all this money on my executive secretary’s wedding, Even if he is my son….”

“I agree. Ronnie and I never wanted such a fuss. All she wanted was a nice American wedding, not a royal wedding. You are right, I will talk with him. However, you have to remember, Rashid comes from a very poor family and they never had anything and now, with all this new-found wealth, it is just a means of impressing his mother and friends. My dear father, you should remember how you felt when you first came into some money. From what I remember you telling me, you were not much better. Besides, from what I hear, with Ronnie getting married, I think he is beginning to look for a young girl to start his own family. I think he has found a girlfriend and he intends to invite her to the wedding. From what I hear, she is from a very wealthy family and he hopes to impress them as they think of him as a rather poor catch for their daughter. I hope it works out as marriage will settle him down. Then he will set up his own house and take in his mother.”

“Let’s hope so. Because that bugger is driving me up a wall.”

“Yethro, you’re sure you want me to go through with this wedding? You know how much I love Ronnie, but the thought of the possible changes in our relationship is bothering me to the point that I sometimes have doubts about this marriage.”

Yethro, taking Jesse in his arms, kissed him and hugged him and said, “Damm it Jess. Don’t you think that I also have doubts about this upcoming marriage of yours? I hate the thought of you sleeping with her every night and not being in my bed. I know that you will always keep our love in your heart, but once you are married everything will change. Look, I admit that I’m jealous and can really not stand that you will soon be out on your own, but rest your mind on that subject. Yes, our relationship is changing and it will continue to change, and I think it will just get deeper. However you are my son, and as long as that remains, what else can an old man like me hope for. When old men age their hopes are for grand children and plenty of them. Since men like us cannot have children what choice do we have? We could have adopted, it is true, but it is still not the same. Yes, we are changing, but change can be good, very good. So get used to it and don’t fear everything can or will change for the worse. I will always be here for you,” he said with tears in his eyes. “Now get back to work. Just remember you are on the State Payroll and the people and I demand 12 hours work for 4 hours pay,” he laughed as he headed back to his office.

The next day Jesse’s cellphone rang and he heard Phil ask, “Do you play the game or do I have to get someone else to do it?”

“Philip! You know you can’t get anyone else to do this shit. Who else do you know who would be stupid enough to work for you.. So let’s stop kidding ourselves. What choice do we have? Play we do!”

“That’s what I wanted to hear so what’s the plan? Knowing you, as I do, you already have one worked out.”

“Well, my plan is rather rough, but then we have no choice! We have to work through Canada. If they will work with us, they might be able to plug up their border a bit. Canada is near and besides, for now,  he will never agree to meeting me in the States. We know he has some connections there and he knows that with my wedding and not trusting him fully yet, I’m not going to risk a secret journey to the middle east to be with him, at least not right now.”

“How can you be that sure?” Asked Philip.

“Because I have already told him that I still do not trust him, and since he knows that I am fully aware of his role in Ronnie’s abduction, it will take me a while to ever trust him again. Therefore, he has to  accommodate me and not the other way around. He has to prove that he has changed and is now trust-worthy and that I should have no fear of him. He tells me that he wants me to feel completely at ease with him and that I love him enough to come to him  and be by his side always. He wants me as his lover, his companion and his equal. He is willing to face the wrath of his people by openly showing them that I, a non-believer, am his concubine. He even promised that I can keep Ronnie as well as a harem if I want. He is willing to give up everyone for me including all his wives and lovers. This he has sworn to me because he does not wish to anger me any more.”

“Well, just don’t get too cocky and push this too far. There is such a thing as being too overconfident. He is still dangerous,” Phillip warned. “He could be just using you…”

“Oh! I know that he plans to use me and I have to be very careful. I think I know what I’m doing, but don’t worry. If nothing else, being engaged to Ronnie has calmed me down and I have someone else to think about now. I am a changed man, I just hope that will not get in the way.”

“If I know you, it will only improve your abilities. So, what’s the plan? Fill me in so we can get started.”

“Number one, the first thing, is to arrange a meeting with the President and inform him of what we are planning and get him on board,” Jessie said.

“That should be easy to do as I already have more or less filled him in,” Philip related.

“How could you do that? I did not even tell you until now that I was going to take on this sucker.”

“I know you, Jesse, and I know how that brain of yours works. Now what else are you going to need?”

 “Second, we have to get a small secluded hunting and fishing cabin somewhere up in the Canadian woods. Nothing fancy, real rustic and real secluded. No electric or heat, just a fireplace and some oil lamps. Someplace that his people can check out and inspect before he will even come in. There must be a place where a ‘SWAT’ team can hide out nearby so that I can contact them when the time comes to pick up the goods. That mounty can help there. I think he might have some connections with real estate. He said he knew of a few places that might be available. See if he can come up with something. Once that’s done, we can move on from there.”

“That sounds a bit too simple. He is smart enough to see right through that. He is going to want to investigate this place and want his own security people to look over the area and the place  before he even gets there. He will even want to have a security detail set up there before he even thinks of coming a first time.”

“We should expect that. The first few times he comes he might even bring his bodyguard with him. Therefore, we may have to let him come and inspect the place a few times before we spring the trap. The overall plan is to lure him there, let him get used to the place and when I think he is comfortable, I will somehow drug him and then call for the ‘SWATS’ to pick him up. He and I may have to meet there more than once as he must be completely at ease meeting me there. This guy is not a fool and he will be on his guard. I must be positive that he is convinced that I am not going to betray him. Only then can I go through with the plan. If we botch it up, I can forget about retirement and Ronnie will be a widow before she become a bride.” Jesse laughed. “He is not the kind of man that allows people to take advantage of him.”

“Well, let’s just hope it goes smoothly. This is too important to screw up. I’ll start working the Canadian end of the deal as soon as we hang up and then I’ll arrange for that meeting with ‘POTUS’ and see to the funding. Good to be working with you again. I’ll get back to you by the end of the day.”

“Now that’s what I call quick government action,” Jesse laughed and hung up.

Later in the day, Jesse answered his cell phone to find out it was Philip calling to confirm everything. “Yes, it is all set-up for this Saturday. I forgot to ask if you play golf.”

“No, never had the time to learn. Why do you ask?”

“Because you, the President, the Canadian Prime Minister and myself are going to play golf Saturday at his Florida White House.”

“I’ve never been on a golf green before.”

“That could be a problem,” Philip said. “Okay then maybe I’ll see if we can arrange to start the conference in the 19th hole. We will fly down Friday. Get a golf outfit and maybe it might be a good idea if you took a few lessons for the next time. Just don’t get too good at it as the boss does not like to lose.”

“Philip, it would not be a good idea for anyone to see the both of us together. Besides, I thought there were only 18 holes on the…” 

“Idiot! The ‘19th Hole’ is a rest stop where you go after the game to have a few drinks and relax. In this case there would be just you, the President, the Prime Minister and myself. Just be yourself and don’t worry what you have been told, the man is not going to eat you alive. At least not until he has wrung you dry. Besides he will be on his best behavior  as the Canadian Prime Minister will also be there and he tends to behave better when there are witnesses around.” Phillip laughed.

“No kidding, Phil, President or not, I’m not going to take any crap from him. I think I earned the right to some respect and you better warn him that I bite.”

“Relax. I already warned him and he has told me that he knows he has to be on his good behavior as you are Yethro’s son and if he wants to take Yethro’s  State in the next election, he will behave himself.  He really would like to meet your dad and try to set up some sort of working relationship with him. He will need your father’s support in the coming election.”

“We had better keep the two of them apart. At least for now! Yethro is not easy to deal with in the best of times. Besides,  as of today, the President has not shown anything at all that the Moslem world want to like him for. However, what your man in the White House has not learned is that Yethro is a power house in our state. Unlike your man in the White House, he rules like a king here and the people love him. We are on the verge of giving free education through university and next year he is going to propose free medical insurance for every state resident. All this with taxes that are the lowest in the country. So there is little that your man can do for him. However, I know there is something that just might at least keep the Governor from jumping over party lines or, at least, to keep him from actively campaigning against him.”

“You have got to be joking! What is that? Surely it’s not money Yethro would want. Your dad is rather well heeled.”

“No, it’s not money. Just leave it to me. There is something that Yethro wants and only the President can give it to him.”

“Oh! Now I am worried! What’s that? He isn’t thinking of running against the President, is he?”

“No, nothing like that — for now. He knows that as a non-native born American, he cannot do that himself, at least not yet. No, there is nothing for you to worry about, all he wants is just a bit of interstate highway.”

“Is that all? That should not be too hard to do. Do you want me to put in a good word or two? Or do you wish to bring it up?”

“I think it would be better if I did that. Why should you get involved? He might just get pissed off at you and fire you. He can’t fire me because he knows Yethro is planning and training me to run for Governor when he decides to retire from office. And after that, I run for President and take over the Federal government and turn it into a part of the World Islamic Republic. When that happens, Yethro and I can get even and find some way of putting him on the welfare rolls or sending him to a work camp for re-education and to learn to make gravel out of big rocks.”

“Boy that’s downright bloodthirsty! What have we created here?”

“You have created nothing, my friend. I’m  just an ordinary American citizen who happens to believe that the man in the White House works for, or should work for, me!”

“He just might have other ideas on that.”

“And therein lies the problem, my friend,” Jesse laughed.

“Anyway, we can fly down on Friday and sleep over as we will have get an early start on Saturday.”

To be continued….

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GENTLE READER, if you had come across a small folder of yellowish-old paper covered in a scrawled German hand and written in faded-brown ink, would you not want to know the contents? I did. It took a while to get used to the idiosyncrasies of certain letter-forms in Sütterlinschrift. My eyes opened wide at what I could make out.

For my own pleasure (and possibly yours), I set myself the task of translating the elaborate language of yesteryear and its eely-long, wriggly sentences – because the story to be revealed was so novel, so curiously erotic, and so highly sexual that I could not resist it. The undated manuscript bore no author’s name.

At times, the character Pemberton seems to write in the first person; at times, there is the narrative voice of an observer. But distinctions sometimes blur. I believe I have managed to preserve that mysteriousness along with other such features as raised my temperature and heightened by longing for knowledge about the distant (mythical?) rite involved.

I regret to report that an accident with the original caused it to be destroyed. All that remains is this, my version.

My previous stories may be found here: https://www.gaydemon.com/stories/authors/cooper/

I welcome your responses to this particularly, and others you may find worthy of your attention.

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Although Pemberton fucked the young fellow gingerly, considering his age, the boy, as he came, shook like a marionette on the ends of its strings.

From the start, Tanet had been steadily animated. He tensed, he seemed to collapse. He pressed back. He relented. Seemed to savor penetration. Then, to dislike it.

* * *

No, he didn’t. That was somebody else. I’m so confused. But my memory’s otherwise clear, I think.

* * *

Was he asking himself why, Pemberton wondered as he plied Tanet’s beauty. Why was he submitting so readily? Why to me in particular – or was it to tradition? My age, no barrier perhaps – but many years his senior? He had opened easily yet I knew the experience was unfamiliar.

His mother had said as much when she entreated me to take his flower, freshly bloomed. At least, I think she did.

* * *

To Pemberton, at sight, Tanet was poetry not botany. Little more than five feet in height, his honey-hued body had whispered gentle metrics and euphonious rhymes. It moved as though vague images danced within.

Half a smile beneath heavy-lidded eyes, topaz-dark and luring.

Soft, his voice had murmured like a brooklet, “You have come for me?”

“Yes, per request of your mother.”

“Then that is enough. It is my time. May I show you the way?

At Pemberton’s kind regard, Tanet stepped to take his robed man by the hand. His Chosen One. With no words, he led him along a path shaded deeply by age-old banyans and aromatic eucalyptus. Darkening swirls of ferns interwoven with vines, knarls of roots licked here and there by dancing spots of sun, the whir of dragonfly wings gossamer to ears – their company.

Had either looked back, he would have noticed the path which followed their steps closed behind to cover sandy surface and strewn pebbles.

The enchantment included Tanet’s touch, mere fingertips to Pemberton’s, as they walked past glistening buds as yet unopened but, like Tanet, verging to be.

Do I need words from him? Pemberton wondered. No, for sidelong glances sufficed to heighten senses of special place and personal presence.

Thin white linen draped the obedient lad’s elegant, yet-to-be-toned shoulders to flow around gliding steps. Sandaled toes peeked occasionally forward in silence as the pair processed into the forest’s depths. Their pace, dreamlike, quiet enough that faint rustles of the boy’s gauzy attire could and did caress Pemberton’s ears gently.

Before them, revealed by an opening to the sky in the canopy of plentiful greens, stood a small pavilion of gem-set marble, housing, it appeared, on its raised dais, a low couch only.

The single word, simply spoken: “Here.”

Tanet stepped to the sparkling geometry of his pavilion’s elaborate, inset floor – and turned.

“My arms welcome you.”

Sacred dignity marked Pemberton’s approach. The moment, solemn, noiseless.

Waiting, a stilled but living forest…for moments now and until.

* * *

Duty lay ahead – to release lovely Tanet from the encumbrance of virginity, to free him from its captivity so that the world of sentiment might be opened to him without his learning of, from, or about sin and evil. Innocence such as belonged to this boy was pure, fragile, of celestial sweetness. Delicate care was to be taken in nuanced stages that no damage would mar the age-old ritual enactment. Divine were its precedents.

With innate understanding, each shed what clothed him. Naked, they faced, eyes intent. Two downward strokes of the Chosen One’s pale hands on Tanet’s cheeks meant to adore from his knees as a suppliant.

That he did.

The throbbing flesh of the Chosen One’s ‘key’ hovered before Tanet’s mouth and nose. Both dilated in a simultaneity of intake, responding naturally to the presence of symbols representing implementation to come and transforming aromas. Free will united with commitment the deeper Tanet lapped at what was destined to go elsewhere and drew into widened nostrils its faint, intoxicating timbres. Sandalwood and cinnamon, coconut and cardamon – blended perhaps by divination?

Initial anointments issued from Tanet’s mouth. From his throat emerged also syllables of sound belonging to no words in any man’s vocabulary. Breathily indistinct, unrecognizable as song yet communicative. Song to come?

Lyric-like vibrations seemed to reverberate in the corrugations of the precious boy’s palate. Their tremblant rapidity counterpointed undulant flows from the budded surface of his ebbing, flowing tongue applied to Pemberton’s frenulum and skin-sheathed urethral conduit. Anatomical awareness, however, belonged to neither celebrant’s consciousness. Forming was a sensate mirage shared by the spirits of both, seen by inner eyes.

It melted in passion’s rising heat.

* * *

Tanet stood before his Chosen One. Palms raised in salutation, he stepped back, turned, and moved gracefully toward the dais. On a foliate pattern inlaid centrally into the crystalline floor, he knelt, knees and ankles aligned, toes down, tender soles exposed, and torso extended away, arms beyond, hands flat, black-curled head to one side.

To be taken in, focused upon, savored by sight alone – flawless rounds framing a circle of contracted, pristinely formed muscle blushed by a shade of coral which attracted and invited more than visual admiration – touch, to verify smooth hairlessness’s simple beauty, and contemplation, to visualize the power to be accessed by a Chosen One’s parting it for man’s love.

As he neared the presented symmetry, Pemberton observed luminous sheen overall and anointment’s discrete gleam in the location to be sacrificed. True, the augury that had brought him here in readiness! However slight, such doubt as he may have harbored, aerified at the prospect ahead. The most worship-inspiring altar ever to be contemplated.

Fingers splayed to encompass loveliest curves. Thumb-whorls played outward strokes light as flies’ feet. Susurrations of breath answered at youthful pitch. Sensitivity at its utmost.

Alert to the gentlest circlings of his center, Tanet lifted his head at a new touch. For that, thumbs spread him. Something else, blunt, he seemed to realize. Cushioned but firm, it pressed.

Pemberton’s moment. Tanet’s. Their honor, bespoke of old, compelled loving act.

Peacefully, Tanet parted for Pemberton’s passing the outer curtain of his inner world. All senses coalesced to nourish the burgeoning growth of oneness in spirit and deed. With eyes closed against distraction, the unseen article of physical connection slipped in easily and slithered forward – slow, certain, liminal. Dawn of a kind importantly felt rather than needlessly seen.

Thousands of sensors in Tanet surrounded thousands more in Pemberton’s corona and came to nascent life as they contacted through the coupling’s thin-spread colloid of oil, saliva and mucus. The fit was perfect, the transit comfortably tight, widening both with increased, inward movement. Centimeters became inches – measurements of passage, not of feeling. With no more momentum than that of a benevolent gastropod, Pemberton sank within. As he ensconced himself in Tanet’s recesses, time ceased its reckoning. Only breaths broke the silence. This was sanctuary.

Adoration, important to worshipful devotion, preceded action. But action must proceed. Oracles of old decreed turnings of great wheels to assure Nature’s regenerative continuity, cyclicality to be re-enacted by ceremony at fixed periods innately and entirely masculine. A single pair, chosen and groomed, ultimately to be aware only of their destined duty to resuscitate life itself through manly love.

Thus, Pemberton commenced. Tanet, cognizant of the necessity to accept, held his place. Smooth glides fostered awareness that a smile grew on his lips. Shallow were Pemberton’s strokes before flowing further along the lad’s incomparable channel to thrill both. The rider and the ridden, in full pursuit not of what they desired but of what they yearned to be, fused in molten surrender to forces greater than they.

Superb in creamy unity and gradually recombinant humanity, they parted. Tanet’s arms responded to Pemberton’s reach from behind, to their help in bringing the former altar to boyish stance. Embrace meant the man’s palms kneading Tanet’s chest and the boy’s buttocks nestled by mature genitalia.

Instinct guided Tanet’s turn. His face to Pemberton’s sternum, Tanet felt the heart beating beneath his cheek, accepted the man’s arms encircling him, anticipated hands tracing the lines of his back, and was inspired when they touched where he had bloomed.

Without knowledge that he interrupted a thought of Tanet’s, Pemberton spoke softly, “You’ve lost none of my gift.”

“It is invaluable.”

Pemberton drew Tanet into a kiss. They searched mouths with tongues eager to discover secrets there. None was to be revealed by means that mundane.

A voice inside their minds reminded the twosome to complete observance of what had been ordained. Guided unconsciously, Tanet again led the Chosen One, this time to the dais under the pavilion’s now apparent dome. There, beneath pearl-studded ultramarine, he reclined and beckoned to Pemberton by spreading legs and lifting their shapeliness to imply – nay, suggest – they be lifted further, high as necessary.

“I welcome you, Chosen One, to join me a final time in the love that only we are granted by Nature’s good.”

Tanet’s long, curiously worded, rhythmically delivered sentence, took hold. Its chanted tone caused Pemberton quavers of excitement in his head above, in his viscera below. Summoned, his sex hardened anew. For there, recumbent, waited purpose and pleasure.

Latin words remembered from studies when a boy himself – Quam Pulcra Es (How Beautiful Thou Art) – floated as unsung song in his mind while he contemplated the destiny promised by Tanet’s radiant body and supernal soul.

A step to the white stone platform, let Pemberton regard its slender columns and quartz-flecked dais ere dwelling on the sight of Tanet, legs and gaze upward. From his position at midpoint, the Chosen One moved left to begin a care-filled circuit.

This newest altar and its living means of communion seduced his sight. Loveliness pervaded reflective contrasts, unmoving marble with flexing flesh. Tanet breathed. Light bathed him differently – honeyed highlights, tawny shadows defined silky skin, articulated bodily forms; black, soft curls, eyebrows, and lashes refracted midnight blues; shades from a mixed spectrum of mochas and reds articulated scrotum, penis, nipples, and lips.

From above, Tanet’s lips called for kisses. Pemberton braced hands on the dais to lean across and touch together their inverted mouths. Tenderly, as one might a child.

Leftward steps took him midway the other side where his tongue could touch the rise and fall of Tanet’s navel. A kiss there lingered.

At the far end, Pemberton paused in the uncanny quiet. His feet felt a marble step previously unseen. Had it just materialized – for his use? He took it and knelt forward. Tanet’s hands turned fingers up to guide the Chosen One’s key once more into its twice-anointed lock.

A single motion, smooth as some gesture of Terpsichore’s, granted to Tanet all of the one chosen for him, inside and over him, enclosed by arms and ankles. Joined thus, the dance of their love began.

Tanet’s hands drifted from Pemberton’s shoulder blades to his backside. They enjoyed initial stirrings and encouraged furtherance. The stroking hinted a melody of gentle intoxication. As Pemberton drifted back and forth, the two basked. Love’s luxury.

In Tanet’s dilating pupils could be read a lover’s message. That asked for more. Tanet’s lids drifted down with the increase in Pemberton’s rotating pelvic undulations. The bliss of being loved – it overtook the beautiful boy. Suffused as well, the Chosen One. His view up close of a crease-free brow, alluring lashes, glowing cheeks, and classic nose left a single feature to be admired, Tanet’s parted lips.

Those lips opened wider with increasing breaths to signal approval and acceptance. With adoration in mind, Pemberton’s mouth meshed with Tanet’s. And guided by the forces of enchantment, the pair’s tryst shifted from what might have been taken as sublunary love-making to the realm of spirit. Every bodily touch – taste of lips, caress of tongue, pressure of hands, thrust of passion – transfigured as aesthesis in the highest.

Aeolian harps’ misty tangles of tones, called into life by subtle breezes of no known source, assumed melodious lines. A kind of music began. Songs never sung sang faintly, wordlessly to accompany the rolling, roiling rhythms of forces forging together an expression of ever increasing, rapidly accelerating reinvention of abandonment to love’s whirling dance. Currents flowed. Visceral elation emerged as mingled sighs, moans, cries.

Unleashed, glands exploded, paralyzing ecstatic participants into quaking oneness – from which the seizure abated like a receding tsunami. Swept away, tiding back, ebbing, flowing. Enabling awareness once more of Nature’s surround, of its arboreal, edenic green augmented by blossoms of every hue opening to look benignly, approvingly, celebratively upon the matchless peace which legend-driven love’s actions bestow upon two such males as select Tanet and chosen Pemberton.

They separated.

Both rose.

Fingers linked, they stepped from the pavilion to take one another’s leave.

With ritual detachment, they faced.

Both smiled.

They turned – Pemberton to the path opening for him, Tanet toward the pavilion which was disintegrating into sparkling dust. From the ground upon which it had arisen, there sprang a wondrous tree with heart-shaped leaves.

“Hello, Bodhi,” said Tanet as he sat beneath with folded legs and outstretched arms and, with bounty around and above, receded into shadow the way memories do that are beyond retention except as legend.

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Pemberton did not know where he was. He remembered, only in shards, what had happened – but when was it? One thing, he was wet. In the dark, he felt his sheet. Soaked and sticky. A hand beneath searched and found his stomach and cock puddled with ejaculate. A wet dream?

No. Couldn’t have been. He’d fucked some boy, he was sure. Yet his memory was uncertain. Where had the boy come from? Why had he been recalcitrant?

Pemberton puzzled over his failed memory.

Sudden light blinded him.

“Oh, Mr. Pemberton, you’ve soiled yourself again. The orderly’ll clean you up.”

“Nurse?”

“Yes, of course. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll just swab your arm for this morning’s shot. It’ll clear your mind like yesterday’s. The doctor will be along to hear your latest dream. You’re our best patient. Now I’ll open the curtains and let in some real morning light. Say, what’s this on the floor?”

“I don’t know. What?”

“My-oh-my, a long strip of white linen.”

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As we sat on his couch nude, I found out Billy was a 66 y/o widower going on 22 years.  He was indeed 6’4″, 196 lbs, 9″ cock with large pendulous balls that he referred to as a cum factory that shot blanks.  He was retired from a life long factory job where he assembled Bosch dishwashers.  He truly didn’t discover his yen for man sex until several years after his wife passed.

Grabbing the buttplug he begins pulling it out explaining to me that he wants to play in my cummy hole. He pulls while I push and out it slid.

“You want a taste?” he asked. Without awaiting my reply, he pushes it into my mouth which I greedily suck clean. Replacing the buttplug with two fingers causes me to moan.

“And what about you, Tom?”

“I’m 54, 6’1″, 165 lbs, with a small thin 4 incher. Good thing I’m gay since I could never satisfy a woman with my little guy! I’m a retired divorce attorney single now for 8 years. I was a partner in a well known family law practice in Boston, Massachusetts, before I retired at 50,” I replied.

Finishing his bottled water, Billy grabbed his cock and said “I think I have some more piss for you if you want it.”

I move down to the floor in front of his couch while he puts his cock head in my mouth. Before he starts pissing, he says, “Just tap my thigh when your mouth is full and I’ll stop so you wont miss a drop. Ok?”

I nod my head.

“Look into my eyes now, Tom.”

I look up as he releases his bladder. Tapping his thigh he instantly stops the flow so I can swallow. This was repeated 4 or 5 times all the while Billy is caressing my head lovingly.

“Almost done, Tom,” said Billy.

Once he finished, I kept his hardening cock in my mouth starting to suck it. Once he was fully erect and starting to feed me his pre cum, I got up on his lap, grabbed his cock, guided it to my hole, and sat down on it until I felt my balls in his thick bush.

Moving my hips in a circular motion I moved so my feet were flat next to his thighs (years of yoga kept me quite limber). I raise up just until I can feel his flared head about to pop out then slowly lower back down causing us both to moan. Billy pulls my face towards his putting us in a lip lock kissing me passionately.

I pull away from his lips as I raise myself up again all the while clenching my anal muscles grabbing onto this thick shaft. Relaxing my muscles, I slowly lower myself again. I do this several times making us each moan in pleasure.

“I’m going to stand up, Tom, and when I do, wrap your legs around my waist with your arms around my neck.”

He stands and I comply with his request. Walking towards his bedroom, feeling his cock buried in me while my hard mini cock is pressed against his belly almost makes me cum.

Lowering me onto his bed with his cock never leaving my hole, he pulls me back towards the edge impaling me fully on his shaft causing me to moan.

“Teasing me with that slow fuck on my couch has gotten me so turned on this fuck is gonna be hard and quick,” he said in my ear as he licks it.

Raising my legs to his shoulders, with his feet on the floor next to his raised bed, he starts to long dick me. Hard.

“Fuck me, Billy! Use my fuckin hole…its yours to use!” I groan.

As he’s slamming his cock in me, he tells me to twist his nipples. Just as I start, he moans out, “Oh, fuck! I’m cumming!”

Feeling the warmth spread in me I instinctively reach for my cock which Billy pushes away, “what did I tell you about touching yourself, Tom?” I groan in frustration.

Staying inside me he lifts me up some and slides me back and twists us around so my head is on one of his pillows. He lays down on me and thanks me for a fantastic fuck.

Just then, we heard a loud vehicle go by his mobile home on the side. I look at Billy and he says, “That’s my cousin, Trevor, getting home from wherever. He lives behind me. He also enjoys a walk on the wild side. Feel like having another black man’s cum in your pussy?”

Billy reaches for his phone as he says, “I’ll call him and see if he’s free to fuck you.”

I have been bi since i was a young teen. Started out with a friend after a dare to streak across a park one night. We did that, that broke the ice, and from there we went on to masturbate in front of each other, to each other, to me giving him blowjobs. I ended up playing with a couple of other school friends as well. One tried to fuck me, but we both had no idea what we were doing, so it did not happen. 

Once we all left school it stopped. After a couple of years maybe longer I was sent out of town for some on the job training to a much bigger city.  One Friday night I got talking to an older man. He walked me to a local park, I knew what he wanted, I was ok with that. We got to the park and it was a bit awkward as we both stood there not saying anything, so i laid down and then he laid down next to me and started to rub my cock thru my trousers. 

I then did the same to him, he then decided we needed to go back further into the park. He actually wanted to take me back to his house but i was too nervous to do that. We took our trousers off and he soon had me on my stomach and tried to fuck me, but I had no idea how to relax and we had no lube. I ended up fucking him, then giving him a blow job. 

I actually felt very guilty after as i walked off back to my accommodation. A couple of days later I decided it felt good so why stop, and I went to a gay sauna for the first time. I was nervous at first. I had a walk around the place and it was not long before a guy came onto me and took me to a private stall. Again he wanted to fuck me, and while he did have lube, there was no way my arse was going to let a cock in, so we ended up masturbating each other. Over the years this same thing happened. 

One day I was due to go out of town over night for a training course. Before I headed down there i looked at a gay site and found a top with a very small cock, about 4 inches. He agreed to meet me at the motel. He turned up with wine and some amyl. We drunk the wine then we got started. I got onto my knees and too out his cock. After a short time he had me get on the bed, lubed me up, gave me the amyl and then put his cock in. Even though it was a very small cock, it still hurt quite a bit, it was all over pretty quick. he asked if i wanted him to cum on me, i said yes so he pulled off the condom and cum over my balls and cock. That was probably the best part. 

Once i was home i decided i needed to learn how to relax and take things anally. I brought a butt plug set and a vibrating butt plug, along with lots of lube. I started with the smallest one, and soon moved to the middle one. That one was not quite so easy to get in, but i learnt how too relax and take it. 

After a short time it was too easy to get in, so moved to the bigger one. That took a bit of an effort but soon was all i used, then I tried the larger vibrating one. That took a few goes to get in, but what an orgasm I had when it did.  The training set ones would stick to the shower wall and I would use them often. Sadly I lost them and my sexy G String.  

Many many years went by. I met a few guys but never tried anal sex with them. One day i signed up for grindr and advertised I was keen to try being a bottom. I was messaged by a guy who was visiting from out of town and was keen to meet. He was in his camper van not far from where i lived, so off I went and met him. 

I was excited and nervous at the same time. We soon got naked and I  started sucking his quite big cock, he then sucked mine, before I pushed him back onto the bed so i could suck him, by now i was starting to become very aroused. I decided that i was going to suck his nipples, I dont normally kiss guys, but as i moved up to suck his nipples I looked at him and had this huge desire to kiss him and thats what we did. 

We broke apart for a few seconds before kissing again, this time as we kissed he took his cock and rubbed it up against my arse, as he did that i pushed back, he then got up, got the lube and lubed his cock and me. At first there was no way his cock was going in, so i used my fingers to try and open myself up, after doing that we tried again, this time he managed to get the head of his cock in, he was so good, gentle and slow. 

Slowly but surely he got his cock into me. He then had me lay on my back and started to fuck me, it was quite painful at first, but soon the pain was replaced with an amazing physical and emotional feeling, he knew i was loving it and told me so, my rock hard cock may have also given it away. After several minutes of this he had me roll over and then started to fuck me harder, he then asked me where i wanted him to cum, so i said in me, with that he then started to fuck me hard and it was not long before he started thrusting and moaning. 

Sadly I did not feel him actually ejaculate in me, but it still felt amazing. As he cleaned himself up, i laid on the bed and masturbated. I then went home, feeling a bit sore, but also feeling aroused and excited. I was horny for days after. I had constant erections, constantly leaked precum, and lots of it. I had to masturbate several times a day to give my self some relief. I then wished I had known how good it felt to get a proper fucking, and now know thats what I want to experience more of. Sadly covid has prevented me from repeating that experience, but i cant wait to do it again. 

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