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  • Joining the circus

    The Rake’s Progres

    My name is Joe. I was born and raised on a farm deep in the heart of middle Kentucky. I won’t say the name of the county, nor its county seat, because someone who reads this may recognize me. I am 18 and muscular from doing heavy farm labor. I also ride my bike all over the county, and have developed big muscular calves and thighs. My upper torso is well defined from chores such as digging post holes for a fence, milking cows, and hoeing our vegetable garden, etc.

    But the farm bored me, and I wanted to find a different life, although my father didn’t like the idea. A traveling circus came to a nearby town and I decided to go to see it. It had the usual circus stuff, such as a two-headed calf, clowns, a tightrope walker and other circusey things. While there I noticed a sign that read, “Help Wanted. Must be strong and enjoy hard work. Ask for Matt.” The idea intrigued me, so I sought out Matt. He is a burly and beefy guy about 35 years old. I didn’t know it at the time, but he could be called a bear. I think that expression was invented so that fat gays could feel better about themselves. Otherwise they would be just a fat faggot.

    When I entered his tent, he was a bit gruff, but after shaking my hand, he said, “It looks like you can fill the bill. You would need to help with setting up and taking down our tents as we go from place to place. But as part of the interview I need to give you a physical exam. Take off all of your clothes, then you will lift these weights for me.”

    I thought this an unusual request, but what the hell, I’m, game for almost anything. So strip I did, to his admiring stares, especially at the size of my big dick. Lifting the weights was a breeze. He said, “You are hired, but there is one other thing. Do you like to get blow jobs?”

    “I don’t know, because I never had one.”

    “Well, if somebody offered, would you accept?”

    I blushed, but replied, “Yes, I guess so.”

    With that, he fell to his knees and swallowed my cock. What a great feeling! It swelled up immediately. He could even take all of my dick down his throat. Fantastic! I shot my load very fast.

    “He stood up and exclaimed, “You are definitely hired. The pay isn’t great, but as you saw, there are other benefits. You will also get free room and board.” Even though I would be earning just a bit more than the minimum wage, it was more than the meager weekly allowance I got from my Dad.

    “I’ll accept,” I replied. I’ll jump on my bike, go home and tell my folks, pack a suitcase, and I’ll be back in a couple of hours”

    “Great news.You are going to have lots of fun. I guarantee it,” he answered.

    I rode back home as fast as I could, to tell my parents about my new job. Instead of wishing me well, my father became angry. He yelled in a loud voice, “With you away, I’ll have to hire someone to take your place here on the farm.” My mother cried at the news. I hurriedly packed a suitcase and stuffed it to overflowing with my clothes. In no time I was ready, and biked back to the circus.

    When I got there, I went to tell Matt that I was ready. When I entered his tent, there was another guy there too. Matt introduced him as Dick, and explained that Dick and I would work together. Matt also mentioned that Dick slept in Matt’s tent, and that I would too. I liked Dick instantly. He was a husky farm boy like me, and my same age. I thought that he was good-looking, although such a thought had never entered my mind before.

    Matt explained that Dick would “show me the ropes” of my other tasks. We had to keep all of the equipment used in the circus in good shape, and do errands as “gofers.” I noticed that Dick was giving me strange looks, and it puzzled me. I would soon find out why.

    When bedtime came, Dick said, “Why don’t we put our cots closer so that we can whisper things without Matt hearing us. I thought that odd, but I said OK. As I was dozing off, I felt Dick’s hand on my crotch. That shocked me. I hadn’t expected it. I didn’t brush his hand away. I thought to myself, “Let’s see where this goes.” My cock naturally got hard. Then Dick threw back my cover, took my cock out of my shorts and masturbated it. I was surprised, but laid in total silence. It felt really good to have a different hand jerking me off, I came quickly, and he cleaned me up with a handkerchief that he had with him. Needless to say, I slept peacefully.

    The second night he repeated his act. I thought, “Well if he can do this for me, maybe I’ll return the favor.” I was shocked by my decision. But I did it. To my surprise, Dick’s dick was the same size as mine. I think that Matt may have been watching us, but if so, he said nothing.

    The next day Dick asked me, “Did you like what we did?”

    “Yes,” I replied, with a big smile.

    “Well, I can do to you what Matt does to me, and probably to you too. I’d like to suck your cock. I was astounded.

    Dick continued, “I know a place where we can go without Matt knowing about it. We can do it in one of the portable toilets.”

    “I’m game,” I replied.

    So we made our way to one of the toilets. We made sure that no one saw us both enter at the same time. He asked me to take off my pants and shorts, then sit on the toilet. I complied, and he got on his knees, spreading m y legs wide. To my surprise, he was a good cocksucker.

    “Where did you learn that?” I asked.

    “Matt taught me,” he answered. I was shocked.

    And so it went. Some nights Matt would suck off both me and Dick. I enjoyed watching Dick pushing Matt’s head up and down on his prick. Dick continued his daily ritual of giving me a blow job. After three or four days, Dick asked me, “Did you ever consider giving head to another guy?”

    “No way! I’m not in to that kind of thing,” I replied angrily.

    But Dick threw me a dare. “Try it, you might like it.”

    I thought about his remark for a few days. He had lighted a spark in my brain. I knew that getting a blowjob is fantastic. I began to wonder what it might be like to suck a dick. And Dick was certainly available. So a few days later, I told Dick, “If you want me try to give you a blow job, I’ll try.”

    “Great news,” he replied. “I’ll teach you how it’s done.”

    So I tried it. I could get only the head of Dick’s dick in my mouth. And I gagged.

    “Take it slow and easy. You will need to learn how to suppress your gag reflex. It’s not too difficult,” my “professor” explained.

    I thought to myself, What if my Dad saw me doing this? He would hate to see his only Son go down.” To my great surprise and horror, I kinda liked it. I got to practice my new experience almost every day with Dick. I was a fast learner.

    After a couple of months with the circus, to my shock, I began to eye the cute country boys who came to see the acts. I wanted to suck them! I contrived to sit next to a likely victim while he was watching the acts, and would strike up a conversation with them. After a few minutes, I would pop the question, “Do you like to get blow jobs?”  

    Some wouldn’t answer me, but others said yes. Then I offered to take them to a portable toilet to do my duty. Now that I’m going on 19, I have turned into a ravenous cocksucker. Who would have thunk it?

     

  • Lion’s Pride

    Authors Note: This story was written to celebrate Pride. We must always strive to have the courage to be honest to ourselves and to our loved ones and to be proud of who we are.

    Entering the Lion’s Den

    There is a small, quaint, hippie-inspired, village in Upstate New York, nestled among the serene beauty of the Catskill mountains, called Woodstock. It’s where the famous festival of music from the end of the 1960’s gets it’s name (though any local will tell you that the festival itself took place in Bethel, New York).

    When I was a in my late teens my mother and I would often make the hour-long drive down from the Albany area to the fun little spot of peace and love and tie-dye to shop and have lunch. We both noted one time when we arrived and parked and got out of the car, that Woodstock itself, and I mean this in the most affectionate way, had a smell. It was the scent of old-hippie, we joked; patchouli oil, covering the faint hint of very strong weed blended with (or covered by) incense. We actually liked that smell and my mother WAS an old hippie so to her (and to me) it was a welcoming, friendly and loving aroma.

    I mention all of this because of a certain school of art that we always passed while going down old route two-twelve toward the village. We’d passed it many times and I’d never given it a second thought until I came to live in the village itself. I won’t say exactly what brought me down there to live, suffice to say, it was work related.

    My name is Dusty, and I was in my early twenties in 2003 and in very good shape and although I never liked the term, I guess you could have said I was a twink, or at least I had twink-ish characteristics. I was slightly short for my age, with smooth perfectly unblemished skin, blond hair, cut short on the sides, left longer on the top and front which I kept jagged with product. I had an oval face and a porcelain jaw and the cutest dimples when I smiled, which was often.

    I was making just enough money to live on my own, right in the village itself, over a massive, locally owned, candle and incense store. As one might guess, candles and incense are very popular in Woodstock. Outside the store, under the porch, by the entry door, was a place where anyone could post an ad or a job they could do, or anything they wanted, really. Woodstock was always (and still is) a very people-friendly place.

    One day I was returning home from work when I passed the notice board downstairs and one ad in particular caught my eye. It was pretty basic, but it really intrigued me.

    Deaf art school student seeking every-day, local men to model for sketches, drawings and paintings, hourly rates, nudity optional, send email to…

    Maybe it was the deaf part, I had a cousin who was deaf, so I knew American Sign Language already. Interacting with her had taught me how deaf people don’t always get the respect or even recognition they deserve in our society. It was a shame, as all of the deaf people I knew, were truly remarkable people with lots of ideas and lots to say and lots to contribute.

    I took one of the email address clippings that had been, placed and cut, ready for tearing off, at the bottom of the notice and I emailed the address with a photo of myself — clothed, of course.

    That was how I initially met, Tyler.

    The Tiger in the Woods

    After a few emails back and forth we eventually met in person and rrrow, fucking rrrow… Tyler, to me at least, was very sexy! I knew I was outside the norm, in that, I actually preferred chubby guys for whatever reason. I didn’t really know why. It was like having a preference for strawberry ice-cream or chunky monkey, you don’t really think about it, you just want one over the other some (or all) of the time.

    For me, attraction often started with raw physical cuteness, but I also had to like his face and his personality and the way he carried himself.

    Tyler was one very handsome, young, dark skinned, black male that was five feet eight inches tall, and on the heavy (and wide) side, with a roundish face, a deep brow, and magical dark brown eyes. He may have been deaf but those eyes spoke volumes in a single mesmerizing gaze in your direction.

    One of his facial features, his mouth, seemed to be very pronounced and stuck out a bit more than average from his face, not too much, like an ape or something weird, but in a strong, powerful and masculine and yet still a subtle way.

    He had a wide nose and thick lips, coated by a goatee of shallow black fur. His dread-locks went down to, and just about touched, his wide meaty shoulders.

    He was wearing a dark blue tee shirt and jeans that had paint streaks all over them. He had on some ratty and very old sneakers that had holes in them and a chunky gold chain about his neck that went down to about his mid-chest. He wore an obsidian ring on his right hand (of a panther skull) and he had on a tangy, citrus noted, manly cologne that I just ate up.

    His face was bright and kind and he signed to me with his hands, “You must be Dusty?”

    I signed back and nodded, “Yes.”

    “I read lips, ” he signed.

    I spoke aloud, reaching for his hand, “It’s nice to meet you, Tyler.” He shook my hand with a firm, but not overly so, grip. “So, what’s next?”

    We’d actually already defined all of the terms and conditions of my working with him in emails so there was merely a form for me to sign and we could get started.

    That evening he wanted to sketch me with my shirt off and wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans on a tan chaise lounge in the center of his cabin. 

    All of the art students were assigned cabins at this art school. He was lucky enough (or had enough money, I guess) to get one without roommates. Over the course of the evening he explained to me his parents were indeed wealthy and that he was not actually deaf, but that he put that down because most people don’t know what the word mute means. He didn’t say what caused his mutism, and being polite, I didn’t pry.

    The three pencil sketches of me that he produced in two hours were truly fantastic. He may have given my bulge a little more… bulge but I was flattered and found it funny and cute. I pointed it out and asked him carefully, “You’re not… gay… are you?”

    “I am,” he signed, “…is that okay?”

    “Yes. Fine. I’m gay, too.”

    “And handsome,” he added with his hands and a playful, shy grin that didn’t show any teeth.

    “Awh, you’re so sweet! I have to run, but… can I give you a hug?”

    He rolled his hands forward and nodded in the positive and I wrapped my arms around him for the very first time. Oh the smell of his stocky body was intoxicating to me. His bulk mass in my arms was something I truly wanted to climb onto (naked) and never come down from, but I held the hug for the average three seconds and we parted.

    He paid me in cash and I left. I felt somewhat naughty and horny as I walked to my car and left the woods where his cabin was. At the very least I had Tyler’s image to jack off to in my head, and maybe, if I was lucky, and played my cards right, something more later.

    Going Inside the Cage

    Over the next two weeks, I posed for him after work for about two to three hours in a sitting and, yes, he eventually asked me to pose nude, for extra money, which I did without issue or hesitation for him.

    One evening after we finished, I got dressed, and he offered me a drink. Since I had no where to be that night I accepted.

    The merlot was delicious. We sat somewhat cautiously on his ratty old, paint splattered, red velvet sofa. Not too close and not miles apart. I could smell his body and his cologne again, his slightly sweaty, chunky, oh so mother-fucking, lick-able dark body.

    Without any conscious thought to do it, I swear to you, my hand landed on his left knee. It just happened. I’d just done it. It was a purely base reaction to his powerful beauty and masculine scent that savagely triggered a deep need inside of me for his chubby, smooth, man-flesh.

    Since he had not reacted to, or deflected, my hand I took it as a sign he was willing to at least explore some things with me. I removed my hand and leaned forward and placed my wine glass on the little table before us. I turned to face him and he took a sip of his wine carefully and eyed me nervously. His knee started bouncing up and down and then he turned his face to one side and wouldn’t look directly at me. I gently took his wine glass and put it with mine on the table.

    I took my hand and placed it on his chin, and his knee stopped, and I turned his face back to mine. Our eyes locked. I got my smaller frame over his larger one, carefully, until I was basically in his lap and facing him directly.

    The moment between us, as friendly and ever-horny, young men was directly palpable and his heart was racing in his wide chest, as was mine. That first moment of closeness and intimacy between men is always hugely exciting. I was feeling and smelling his merlot scented breaths upon me. He seemed to be searching me for what I might do, even though, I could tell that he knew what I wanted to do. I leaned in and my lips gently met his.

    I realized all too quickly that he absolutely didn’t want the kiss. Never missing a beat, though, I slid my mouth off of his and over to his cheek. Then to the side of his neck and finally up under his soft earlobe.

    He took my head firmly in both of his large, artist hands and, for a few moments, I became his to control. He guided me all over his face, cheeks and neck …but always avoided his mouth.

    He let me go and got his shirt off and I went to the floor between his knees and began licking his wide, mostly smooth, chest. I made circles about each of his large nipples and sent my nose under his arms to get some of that pit-stink, which I liked, and he seemed to be okay with. He even raised both his arms, at one point, so I could get really in there and get a good long sniff and a lick and a kiss. I discovered that he could be a commanding male one moment and a very generous one the next.

    My lips and tongue wandered playfully and teasingly all over his chest and big round belly and into his belly button. I began undoing his jeans with my tongue buried deep in his navel and my nose taking in the feral sexual aromas of his large frame and warm crotch.

    I could feel a huge dark snake straining in his pants. When I finally got his jeans open I was excited to see no underpants in my way and I quickly kissed the tip of what appeared to be, nine massive inches of thick, dewy tipped, cut, black cock. One kiss and his hands swooped from his sides and planted themselves firmly on my skull with a kind of power and control that made my own dick jump in my pants. I thought to myself with a growling passion, “Fuck yeah! Work me on your dick!”

    He lowered me onto himself as far as he could, testing me, to see how much of it he could get into my mouth and down my throat. Since I really, really wanted it (you have no idea), I made sure that it fucking went in as far as I could fucking take it — which was far.

    I’d learned how to give amazing, deep-throat, head by sucking off my high-school’s quarterback during our senior year. Travis “Coop” Cooper (number twenty-three of the Maplewood Savages) drove a restored, 1967, cherry-red mustang with a red leather interior, and he had his pick of the ladies at school, but when it came to serious, toe-curling, throat-coating, blow-jobs he preferred my very talented and eager tongue and mouth to theirs.

    After school (or a game or basically whenever HE wanted) he would often give me a nod and that meant to meet him a few blocks down and around the corner from the school. That way it was less likely for me to be seen getting in his car.

    Once inside he would drive me down by the river and to Lock Eleven where he knew of a dirt-road turn-off that lead to a dead end in the woods. Large, jaggedly hewn, square, gray, blocks once acted as a footing for an old, wooden bridge that had once crossed the river in that spot. The bridge was long gone and the area had grown up around it closing it off to prying eyes. Travis would park under the trees and get his dick out and then he would take the back of my neck, gently at first, but then firmly, and he’d hurl me over and down onto his bobbing for it, sweet, warm, eight inch, cut, cock.

    He was no pussy-boy, either, Travis liked it rough and deep, with lots of tongue and spit (and throat) and he always shot his load in my MOUTH, where, in his words, “…that fucking shit, fucking belongs!”

    Since we were both constantly horny as fuck teenaged boys (as all teenaged boys are), there was hardly a day that went by where didn’t suck him off, at least once. A few times twice, and even this one time, three fucking times!

    So yeah, I was pretty much a dick sucking expert by the time I met Tyler and his monster prong. My technique pleased him and he fully relaxed under me to lick, suck and play with his warm and musky cock and balls.

    I ate the inside of Tyler’s wide thighs, doing a kind of three-wet-stripes maneuver with my lips and tongue that tickled him and made his big member pulse in my hands. I hungrily slurped on his dick-head and ran my tongue up and down his veiny shaft while massaging his huge, dark nut-sack. He had a moist, silken ball-basket that was holding some large, cum-filled globes. The scent of his crotch was so good I wanted get my mouth onto his dick and nurse on it gently while I shot off in own jeans, but I did not. I continued to enjoy his dark bone, making sweet love to it with my slick tongue, lots of spittle and some very tight lips.

    All of a sudden he tensed up and held me still (just like Travis always did) and he began to shoot off in my mouth. His load was a vast and torrential, pent-up, horse-fucking-wad that released itself in large pulsing volleys and hard-felt, cock-squirts of silken heat. I was well-fed on blast after blast of his very sweet and tasty, body-heated, man-milk. I was swallowing his jizz as it came and it was only when the orgasm waned that he let go of my head. He was panting strongly through his nose, with eyes closed but with a very relaxed and pleased face.

    I swallowed the last of it, with hunger for more, and I leveled my face with his, holding his head from behind and I looked into his large, brown-beast eyes as they opened for me, “I want you inside me.”

    He never lost my gaze as he nodded slowly to me.

    While I quickly got undressed, he searched for, and handed me, a bottle of lube. He removed all his clothes as well, and sat back down with his black meat, up and strong and standing proud, between his thick and meaty legs. I got us both slicked up real good, you see, my daddy had always told me, that everything’s better with lube. He was a mechanic… and he was right.

    Tyler, with his large arms holding me securely, sank me down onto his massive man-hood and I threw my arms about his neck and I met my lips with his passionately once more.

    … And once more he didn’t open his mouth for the kiss, so I began kissing his face and neck again. He started to bounce my small fame in his lap and oh fuck did that feel good! My own dick was bobbing, eager and anxiously, wet-tipped between us as he fucked me deep and hard. Eventually he had me up high enough to kiss the top of his head (and his dreads) while his awesome prick powered into and out of me with the reckless abandon of wild beast with a carnal need to breed.

    Young strong men, as we both were, can do that stuff for hours on end, if need be, but as I was already so horned up from sucking his amazing dick and taking a juicy load from his huge balls, I went off quickly. As I was holding on for dear life and feeling so much fluid pulse and rock through my cock I shivered and panted and gasped and he held onto me. He too began to cum and I felt his spunk erupting hotly into me and filling me up. The throbbing of his cock in my hole was making my own cock shoot longer and more times than normal. I easily coated his dark belly and up to his chest with one shot even reaching up to his neck.

    After we both came down from our shared, tight-faced, jizz-splattering, massively satisfying orgasms Tyler gently let me sink all the way down onto his dick. I could feel it getting softer and softer inside me; bathed in a puddle of his hot man-juices.

    I felt his large and powerful arms wrap around me tightly and he stood up — with me still on him! He held me in place on his dick and front and I kissed the top of his head again. He walked us to his dinky, little bathroom where he carefully set me down on the floor.

    He started the shower and we cleaned each other up softly and sedately and with intent and feeling and deep affection in our eyes and hands. I yearned to kiss him, but I knew he wouldn’t let me, so I didn’t press it. I let his large hands wander all over me and it gave me another boner. He smiled, again lips closed, and he played with it, but he would not suck it. Playing with it, did make him hard again and I let the hot spray run all over us as I knelt down and sucked him off a second time. Even his third load of the evening was large and delicious and I was as pleased to get it as he was to give it. We both left his bathroom fresh and clean and very content.

    He put on a pair of long gray boxer-briefs and located a green and yellow, glass, dragon shaped, bong he had lying near his mattress.

    Hey! I thought to myself. He had a fucking bed! Next time, we’d do it there, …if there was a next time. If I hadn’t literally just fucked it and fucked us in the process.

    I asked, very unsure I wanted his answer, “Are we okay?”

    He sat on the sofa and lit the bong taking in a large hit before he nodded to me that we were okay. I felt somewhat relieved but was still not sure what might happen with us.

    I got dressed and was about to go home for the night but I wanted to touch him one last time as it might be the last time I ever get to, after all we just did. I asked him, “Hug?”

    Without hesitation he stood up and bear-hugged me in his meaty paws very tightly. I felt a quick kiss on the side of my head and ear, a very quick kiss, but a kiss none-the-less. I’d managed to get my gentle-giant to kiss me! I left very happy, if somewhat achingly hopeful that he’d contact me for more artful sittings at least, and more hot, sweaty, man-sex, at best.

    Holy – Fucking – Whoops…

    Tyler was fine with what happened and he invited me back for more sittings… and more sex. One night after a long session where he painted me sitting shirtless holding a bowl of fruit (something to do with an old master named Caravaggio, or someone, I didn’t know) we both had some peach-noted, ice cold, chardonnay and I got frisky and reached for the large bulge in his sweat-pants.

    He shifted on the sofa, so he was lying on his back, downed his sweats and released his large, black dick and I got between his legs and I began to give him a most spectacular blow-job. When he planted both his meaty paws on my head with an urgent thwap, I knew he was about to unload in my mouth, but what I didn’t expect was to hear the words, “Damn! Fuu–uck me!”

    Since my mouth was full and filling with his sperm there wasn’t anything I could do, or say, until he finished. I took the strong tonsil-pasting of his fresh, hot wads with pride and I relished the feeling of his nut-load squirting in my mouth. I was humming with pleasure on his dick as he fed me shot after shot. Finally he let me go and his hands quickly covered his mouth, as he realized what he’d done… out loud.

    I swallowed that last of his sweet cream and I crept up his large body until we were eye to eye. “You can talk.” I said firmly. He shook his head side to side. “Yes you can, I just heard you.” I gently took his hands and eased them off his lips.”Tyler, it’s okay. I’m not mad at you.” He pursed his lips and seemed to be shaking under me with fear. “What’s wrong, babe? Why are you so afraid of me all of a sudden? So you can talk, I don’t…”

    He showed me. His lips parted and behind them were a serious set of, what I can only describe as, ‘manimal fangs’, the likes of which I had never imagined in any nightmare. Four thick, spiked bullets of wolf-like, ivory in total. Two on top and two below crisscross severely when his mouth is closed. The teeth between are small but pointed and not flat like any other humans would be.

    I was stunned and climbed off him in a, had-I-actually-just-seen-that, stupor. I found it hard to stand up. He sat up and when I as about to collapse from shock, he caught me in his warm arms and set me down between his legs and let my back rest on his warm and broad chest. He hugged me so tightly, like a little boy hugs onto his teddy-bear for safety and strength, and I felt some tears on my shoulder.

    His voice seemed raspy and it had some real depth to it, “I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how. I was born this way. I wanted to kiss you, …so many times.”

    He stopped the tears and I turned my face back to his, then I turned my body to face him and I stared into those soulful, magical, dark brown eyes. He’d revealed his secret to me. I reached up and he let me explore his lips and mouth and he let me see and examine and even touch those amazing teeth. I softly wiped away the wet streaks from his cheeks.

    If I was the Beauty, he was the Beast, but… he was MY fucking Beast and I felt very close to him in that moment.

    There was pain in his face as he asked me, “Are you… afraid of me, now?”

    “No. Never,” I stated, easily shaking off the question as if it were absurd.

    Because it was absurd. I was not afraid of him in the slightest. There was way no way I could be. He had always been so sweet to me, and even during our most intense and rigorous ass-slamming, throat-pounding, fuck-me-harder, moments, I had always trusted him and he had never hurt me. I felt safe in his arms and over time I had come to trust him implicitly.

    Maybe I’d spend too many hours sitting for him and talking to him, about all kinds of things, as he drew or painted me. We definitely had a connection.

    I told him honestly, “You’ve always been so gentle and kind to me. I could never be afraid of you.” I placed my hands on the sides of his face and our eyes flitted back and forth searching one another for truths. I leaned forward for the kiss, but he pulled back. I halted him in his tracks and said firmly, “I WANT to kiss you.”

    “I can’t. I don’t know how. I’ve never kissed anyone and I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”

    “Hey, mister, you gotta trust me here. I know what I want and I want to kiss you. We’ll go slow, but I AM gonna kiss you, you handsome beast.”

    As my lips met his, delicately at first, but then stronger and more confidently, I began to feel his hot tongue darting at mine. A fire was born between us. My first real taste of Tyler had me starving for more and more of him and of us.

    I parted that amazing first kiss between us gently and I said to Tyler, “See? I’m okay. I’m not bleeding or anything. I’m fine. We can learn how to do this.”

    He was smiling with his fangs on show now as he was excited and eager, “Do it again!”

    We must have done it for an hour, just sitting there, kissing over and over. Young gay lovers often kiss until their lips are raw and dry but they don’t give a fuck. It feels and tastes so good and you crave more and more of it all the time.

    I felt his soft lips kiss delicately over my entire body that evening. There was no spot on me he didn’t spend time on. The moments were sensual, sexy, sedate and deep. He never let his fangs press too tightly on me or nick me. Our bond became stronger as he realized he could do things like this and I would be ok and I would enjoy it as much as he did. It brought him, for the first time in his life, a little bit out of his self-imposed shell.

    That long, wonderful session of exploration ignited a raging bonfire between us. One that still burns very brightly today.

    We learned so much together and we’ve both grown as individuals and as a couple. We’ve shared a lot of ups and downs, over the years, had many an argument, spent many a serene time watching the sun rise, and shared much love, deep understanding and pure affection for one another.

    Tyler and I realized he had three choices. One was to do what he always did and pretend to be deaf (or mute) and to never show his teeth in public. The other was to have some kind of surgery to “correct” things, but he never wanted to change what he felt that mother-nature had given him (and I agreed) and the last option was to just let it happen and to be open about it. To come out and face the world as the man he was born to be; a black, gay, artist… with fangs.

    We stayed together having formed a steely, trusting and loving bond between us during all of those sittings and conversations. He finished his art school classes and graduated and we moved to New York City. The art scene now knows of a unique and very talented artist that they nicknamed Tyler “Choppers” Cantrell. He’s become somewhat of a celebrity for his fangs, which have even become his personal logo. He’s totally embraced it.

    Today, he is my husband of seventeen years. Sure, we couldn’t get actually get married until 2015, but we’ve always been a couple since those very first meetings in the quaint, open-minded, hippie-scented town of Woodstock, New York.

    We keep a lot of his original work about our apartment and in our bedroom is the pencil drawing that he made of me that very first time I posed for him. When I look at that pencil drawing I do what Tyler now does with pride…

    …I smile.

    THE END

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  • The Cool Waters of St. Laurent

    Authors Note:This is my first foray into a real romance story. I wanted to portray people I have met in real life and share their stories while also paying homage to all the chick flick romantic movies out there. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did writing it.

    Ethan Krumble started his day off always the same. Being a stay at home dad he had a very simple routine. Every day he would get the kids ready for school, do the laundry, take care of the dishes, he had to pick up his kids from the selective sport they were in, and before his wife got home he had to get dinner ready. Ethan’s life was a consistent routine daily. He rarely had time for himself.

    Ethan was kind of happy. Sure, his wife, Lisa, of 10 years was the main breadwinner in the family, but he didn’t mind it. He appreciated the extra time he got to spend with his kids. Ethan liked doing chores around the house as it helped keep him in somewhat of a good physical shape. Ethan rarely worked out, but he did have muscles due to lifting heavy boxes and doing nonstop cleaning daily.

    Ethan had two beautiful children. Sara, who was 13, and his son Boston, who was 9. He loved being a father. Something about cheering for his kids in the stands while they played their sports, going to dance recitals, and just being there for them was everything to him. Sadly, things with his wife were not as easy.

    Lisa, Ethan’s wife, was a cold-hearted attorney for the state of Mississippi. She worked long grueling hours and had to deal with so much pressure from work. Sometimes she would take it out on Ethan. When Ethan would piss her off by doing something as simple as forgetting to do the laundry, she would overreact and scream at him. Nothing ever got physical, that was until recently.

    “Kids! Moms home!” Ethan shouted as he had just finished setting the table for dinner. Tonight’s meal was chicken fried rice with green beans.

    “Yay!” the children shouted in unison.

    “Go sit at the table. I’m going to see if moms okay. She looks a little upset.” Ethan said as he slid his hand through his salt and pepper wavy hair. Lisa seemed upset.

    Lisa walked into the house with a disconcerting look on her face. She was not in the mood for anything. Ethan walked near her and could see she was not ready for a conversation, so instead, he smiled at her and walked back to the kitchen.

    Dinner was quiet. Lisa sat across from Ethan while the two children sat opposite each other. Ethan tried to grin at his wife, but she was unresponsive. The two children at the table giggled and laughed at each other and it seemed to agitate Lisa even more.

    “Guys! Please just stop.” Lisa yelled as she began to massage her hand to her forehead.

    “Lisa, are you alright?” Ethan asked as he stood up worried about her.

    “I’m fine Ethan. Just enjoy your meal. I’m going to go upstairs.” Lisa quickly removed herself from the table and ran to the bedroom.

    “I’m going to go check on mom. You two finish your meal and then go to bed.” Ethan commanded as he kissed both his kids on the top of their heads before heading upstairs.

    Ethan and Lisa’s bedroom was dimly lit. The double door to their room was left wide open. As Ethan approached the room he could see his wife sitting on their king-sized bed. Ethan shut the double-breasted doors to their room and moved silently next to Lisa. He moved his hand across the silk pearlescent sheets and slightly touched the top of her hand.

    “No!” Lisa yelled as she jumped off the bed, retracting her hand from his.

    “Lisa, what is going on? You have never acted like this before.” Ethan asked again worried about his wife’s temperament.

    “I just…I just..”, Lisa began to speak as she moved her hands into her long brown hair.

    “You just what?” Ethan asked.

    Lisa stopped in her tracks. She gave Ethan a look of dread. He could tell she was holding something in.

    “I just don’t love you anymore Ethan.” Lisa said as she fell to the floor.

    “What?” Ethan asked as he shook his head in disbelief.

    “I don’t love you anymore. I tried to find a reason not to tell you but after seeing you today, I just couldn’t keep it in.” Lisa began to say as her throat choked up.

    “I think you just had a bad day.”

    “No, it wasn’t a bad day. In fact it was a good day. I made partner at my firm, I got a 6 figure salary.”

    “That’s great Lisa. Maybe you are just unsure of how to react to the wonderful news.”

    “Oh no that’s not it. Do you want to know how I reacted? I fucked my boss twice before coming home.”

    Ethan’s eyes widened.

    “You what?”

    “I fucked my boss Ethan! I fucked him good!”, Lisa said as she began to smile.

    “That’s okay. We can work through this.” Ethan tried to say as he went to try to comfort his wife.

    “You fucking idiot! That’s not why I did it! I did it because I wanted to!”

    “We can work through it.” Ethan tried again, this time making Lisa more upset.

    “Get mad you fucking idiot! You always try to resolve anything! Are you not mad!?”

    “I am a little, but I love you and we can work everything out.” Ethan said as his eyes began to water.

    “God! You fucking idiot! I fucked my boss twice and you don’t even get upset about it. You are such a pussy man. I married a FUCKING PUSSY!”

    “Lower your voice Lisa, our kids are downstairs.” Ethan said as he changed the tone of his voice.

    “There we go! Finally, I get a reaction out of you. You are too fucking safe Ethan! All you do is play it safe! You are a lousy fuck! And old as fuck!” Lisa said cheerfully.

    “Now you’re being hateful.” Ethan said as he tried to leave the room.

    Lisa quickly moved in front of the door and slapped him across his face. Ethan’s pale face was now imprinted with his wife’s handprint.

    “Get mad fucker! Get mad you old fucker!”

    “I’m not going to hit you Lisa. If that’s what you want I’m not going to do it.”

    “Get mad you old fucker!” Lisa said as she pushed Ethan back towards the bed.

    “You need to stop Lisa. The kids are downstairs.”

    “Let them see how much of a pussy their father is. Their old fat, ugly grandpa. Hahahaha!” Lisa gleefully shouted out loud.

    “I’m leaving. And by the way, I’m 46. If memory serves me correctly you are the one who always gets the senior discount at restaurants babe. Those eye wrinkles ain’t fooling nobody.” Ethan said as he walked towards the door.

    Before he could leave the room, Ethan was whacked on top of the head with Lisa’s shoe. He hit the ground so hard his kids came running upstairs. Lisa turned Ethan over and began to slap at his face harder. Behind the bedroom door, the kids began to push it open.

    “I always loved you.” Ethan said quietly as Lisa began to slap the left side of his face.

    “Fuck you!” Lisa screamed!

    Lisa raised her right hand getting ready for a smack and stopped dead in her tracks. There in the doorway stood her two children with fear stuck in their eyes. Ethan got himself off the floor, holding the back of his head where he was hit, and moved towards his children.

    “We are leaving Lisa. Say good-bye to our kids.” Ethan said as tears flooded his green eyes.

    “Good-bye.” Lisa said with a whimper realizing exactly the damage she had done.

    6 months had passed since that fateful night and Ethan was ready to celebrate. He rushed as fast as he could to his 3-room apartment to let his children know the wonderful news. Ethan was now divorced, richer than before, and now had full custody of his children, with small visitation rights for their mother.

    That night the Krumble family, Ethan, Sara, Boston, and their new nanny Inga, all ate a large cheese pizza from a local pizza place and celebrated. The kids were so happy to see their dad happy that they didn’t care too much about their mom. Inga, the 55-year-old nanny from Spain, was equally excited because she knew she was going to get a raise and a permeant job being a nanny.

    As night approached and the kids slept in their rooms, Ethan wanted to do something special. Since he had the funds for the very first time he wanted to do something special for his kids. He looked online at a few vacation hotspots and could not find any that were interesting. As the search continued, he noticed a small ad for the Eiffel tower. With a click of his mouse, Ethan was hit with a large web page adverting Paris, France.

    “France it is.” Ethan said as he purchased his tickets to travel.

    Ethan lay on his bed that night thinking about how his life was turning around.

    “Welcome to Paris.” Said a French flight attendant as Ethan and his family exited the aircraft.

    The Krumble family got their luggage and were met by quite a few people who were more than willing to take them to their hotel. Ethan didn’t know who to pick but noticed a much younger person holding a sign saying “American?”

    “We are American.” Ethan said as he approached the much younger gentleman in front of him.

    “I can zee zat. Welcome to Paris. Follow me American, I’ll take you wherever you need to go, hmm.”, the younger gentleman said as he turned around to escort the Krumble family out of the main airport hub.

    Ethan continued to look at their new escort. He was very young in the face, his skin was a soft caramel color, his hair was jet black, and he has very minimal stubble on the bottom of his chin. He had hazel eyes which were hard not to notice, as well as a matching stud earing the complimented his eye color.

    “Here we are. Place your bags in zee back and I vill take you wherever you are headed.” The young man said again as they approached his large black van.

    “Thank you so much. I’m Ethan by the way. This is my family. This is Sara, Boston, and this is their full-time nanny Inga.” Ethan said as he stuck his hand out waiting for a handshake.

    “Pleasure to meet you. I am Tomas. Welcome to France Krumbelle family.”

    Tomas started up his van and began his journey around the beautiful city of Paris.

    Ethan and his family acted exactly like tourists. They took pictures of everything and everyone. Ethan almost gasped when they drove past the Louvre. Tomas looked in the rearview mirror at the awestruck family and shook his head with a grin.

    “Tourists.” He said silently to himself.

    They drove around for 45 minutes before making it to their designated destination.

    “Welcome to the Realis Christine Krumbelle family.” Tomas said as he pulled the van into the main entrance.

    “Thank you so much Tomas. We really appreciated the drive.” Ethan said as he helped his family exit the van with the cargo in tow and gave Tomas his fee for driving them there.

    “Anytime. Prends soin de toi”, Tomas said as he waved goodbye to the American family.

    As Tomas drove off, The Krumble family made their way into the exquisite hotel lobby and found themselves quickly checked into their hotel room. Ethan was happy they had made it and immediately found himself laying on the comfortable bed.

    The hotel room was huge. The suite they were in was a pastel blue in color. They had a big living area, with a nice table for dining. They each had their own bedroom; the kids did have to share a room. They also had an amazing balcony view of the city below them.

    “This is awesome!” Sara, Ethan’s daughter, stated.

    Ethan put his stuff away and quickly switched out of his tourist’s clothes. Ethan put on a grey suit with a blue undershirt, an outfit he bought just for this trip, and headed to check on his kids. As he approached their room, he found them both asleep and jet-lagged on their beds.

    “They are asleep Mr. Krumble.” Inga said as she read a book in one of the recliners in the room.

    “Ethan please call me Ethan. And that’s fine. I’ll go out a little bit by myself tonight. That way we have all day tomorrow with the kids.”

    “Yes, Mr.Krumble…I mean yes Ethan.” Inga said with a smile.

    “See you later Inga. If the kids wake up to make sure they watch some cartoons or something.”

    With that said Ethan took a deep breath and headed out of his hotel room and out onto the streets of Paris, France.

    Ethan’s single guys day out was not as fun as he thought. He was stuck in the longest line of his life at the Louvre. He tried to see the Eiffel tower but the closer he got the more he realized it was not so special in the daytime. He tried to eat at a local French bakery, but it was not the same doing things alone. Ethan felt like a tourist and was regretting coming all this way for a lame experience.

    The sun was now set upon the beautiful city of Paris. Ethan stopped at another local shop and bought a small cookie. He didn’t know what it was, but he ate it anyway. He sat on a nearby park bench and pulled out his cellphone. He looked at his wallpaper and saw an image of him and his now ex-wife. Was he really all those things that she had said about him? Was he really lame and old?

    “American!” a familiar voice shouted in the distance.

    Ethan turned around and spotted Tomas on a black bicycle coming quickly from behind him.

    “Hi, Tomas. A bike now?” he asked trying to spark a conversation.

    “Ah yes. Work iz over. I ride zee bike to stay fit and keep up my stamina. I see you are fit az well. You look in good shape.” Tomas said as he parked his bike next to the bench.

    “Well I do lift a lot of boxes all day and I just started working out at a gym back home.” Ethan said trying not to brag about his weight loss and muscle gain.

    “Congratulations are in order. Why are you here on zis bench? You should be out exploring Paris.” Tomas said jubilantly.

    “Well I tried too, but I think I might be boring. Too boring for a city like Paris.”

    “Tsk. Untrue American. You need to go someplace that is not a tourist trap. Zis is not the real Paris. Come. I show you real Paris.” Tomas motioned as he got back on his bike.

    “You want me to ride on your bike? You don’t even know me?” Ethan asked confused by Tomas’ request.

    “Come American! Do not be scared.” Tomas said with a grin.

    Ethan, with nothing to lose, obliged and put his feet on to steel rods on the back of Tomas’ bike. Tomas smiled as Ethan had to place his hands on his shoulders. Ethan was quite surprised that Tomas could peddle a full-grown man around the streets of Paris.

    The night was cool as the air-swept through Ethan’s salt and pepper colored hair. Ethan could see the city come alive with lights. Tomas was taking him around all the small little hidden corners of the city that Ethan and many tourists would pass right over. The bike ride took nearly an hour and Tomas had no signs of slowing down.

    “One more spot American and then we can head back.” Tomas said as he took Ethan down a small dirt path near the edge of the city.

    The road was dimly lit with lamp posts that lay out the path before them. Tomas peddled much slower as he did not want to tear up the brush that covered most of the path. Tomas slowed down again this time motioning to Ethan to hop off. Ethan hopped off the bike and looked around. Nothing but woods, lighting bugs, and the dimly lit lampposts to show them the path out of the woods.

    “We are almost there American. Just a little way up zis path.” Tomas said as he parked his bike next to a tree.

    “You aren’t going to mug me are you?” Ethan asked immediately feeling stupid.

    “Depends.” Tomas said as he grinned at Ethan.

    “Depends on what?” Ethan chuckled.

    “On if you order American food in Paris.” Tomas said jokingly as he lightly tapped Ethan’s right shoulder.

    “You’re a funny kid.” Ethan said as he followed Tomas down a smaller much darker path.

    The walk didn’t take long but Ethan could tell this path was rarely walked upon. After a few more steps his green eyes widened with delight. He saw a small brook which had led into a medium-size water pool. It was something out of a fairytale. The water lit up a teal blue, almost like someone had placed a light under the water. The trees that surrounded this spring were willow trees and their branches gently caressed the water that they lay upon. The stars in the sky were bright and Ethan could see everything around them including Tomas who was now removing his black leather jacket.

    “What are you doing?” Ethan asked as he noticed Tomas starting to undress.

    “I am going to enter za spring.” Tomas spoke as he now removed his white shirt exposing his skinny toned lightly furry torso.

    “I see that but why are you undressing?” Ethan asked as he tried to look away.

    “I do not have a swimzuit. I do not want to get my clothez wet.” Tomas replied now removing his blue jeans and now just standing in his white boxer trunks.

    “Oh okay. So, we will just go in with our underwear on.” Ethan said now trying to calm down.

    “Silly American.” Tomas said as he lowered his boxer trunks and put them on his neatly placed clothes.

    Ethan stood frozen unable to move or look away. In front of him stood a younger naked French man. His black hair glistening from the illuminance of the water and he had a full bush to match. Ethan tried not to look but noticed how well-endowed Tomas was. His tan uncut cock was just dangling between his legs. Tomas quickly jumped in the spring and let the cool waters removed the sweat from his body.

    “Nice.” Ethan said unsure of what to do.

    “Come on American. Do not be embarrassed. We are both men.” Tomas said as he splashed a little water towards Ethan.

    “Yeah I am a man. How old are you kid?”

    “18 my friend. 18. Now come on and get in. Zeeze waters will changed your life.” Tomas said as he dove under the illuminated water.

    Ethan quickly undressed, hoping to be done before Tomas resurfaced. He took off his suit jacket and his blue dress shirt. He looked at his hairy chest and thought he should have shaved. Then he took off his brown loafers and undid his black belt. Tomas was still under the water. As Ethan began to remove his pants, Tomas resurfaced again.

    “Damn.” Ethan said quietly to himself as he stood above the water in his black briefs.

    “What is zee problem American? Can you swim?” Tomas asked.

    “I can..its just that…its just that..” Ethan began to stutter.

    “You just don’t what?” Tomas asked again as he began to tread in the water.

    “I’m just a bit embarrassed okay! I haven’t been naked in front of anyone in a

    long time. Especially another guy.” Ethan said as he kept looking away.

    “I will not judge you. You are safe here American. Come in the water. You must see for yourself.”

    Ethan looked at the seriousness in Tomas’ face. He knew this young man was not lying. Ethan slowly pulled his black briefs down all the way to his ankles and then tossed them over to his clothes that sat near the water. Tomas stared at the now naked American man whose hair illuminated from the water and his husky chest and stomach which were hairy, glistening in the light and his body hair extended all the way to his dark full bush. Tomas took notice of Ethan’s circumcised cock which was average in size but a huge pair of balls that accompanied it. Tomas smiled at Ethan and waved for him to come into the waters.

    “Here goes nothing.” Ethan said as he slowly dipped into the cool illuminated waters.

    Ethan was quite shocked by the water. It was cool but not cold. It felt good, almost too good. His muscles did not ache, his body was not in pain, and he seemed to be happier than before.

    “Magic.” Tomas said as he swam a bit closer to Ethan.

    “You say that as a joke but I actually believe you.” Ethan said as he stared at a fully wet Tomas.

    “It’s true. These are known as the cool waters of St. Laurent. Zeeze waters have a history of having healing properties as well as some other benefits.” Tomas said as he dipped his head back under the water.

    “What kind of other benefits Tomas? Like the fountain of youth?” Ethan asked jokingly.

    “Like zis.” Tomas said as he quickly moved his arms around Ethan’s shoulders and placed a wet kissed on Ethan’s pink wet lips.

    “Whaa?” Ethan said as he back away after the kiss.

    “I am sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

    “It’s okay Tomas but I’m not gay. You are a good-looking guy no doubt about that but I am 46 years old. I just got divorced. I have never even looked at guys before.”

    “But you looked at me.”, Tomas said as he got closer to Ethan.

    “What do you mean?” Ethan asked as he tried to assess the situation.

    “In zee airport. You saw me. You looked at me with interest. I’m not asking you to fall in love with me Ethan. I’m asking you to let go and enjoy your time here. Right now, in this spring, it’s just you and me. There iz no one judging us. Nobody to judge you. Let go Ethan. Let go with me.” Tomas said as he closed the gap between them, both their flaccid penis’ touching each other under the water.

    Ethan looked at the beautiful man in front of him. Ethan was confused. Everything about this felt so wrong, but something about it felt so right. Ethan looked into Tomas’ hazel eyes. Damn did they look beautiful from the reflection of the water.

    “Just don’t move.” Ethan said as he moved Tomas’ closer to him.

    Below the water he could feel Tomas’ huge member running up against his. Something about Tomas’ flaccid cock was making Ethan’s grow. Ethan moved Tomas head and made him bend his neck. Ethan started with a wet kiss on Tomas’ shoulder and worked his lips upwards getting closer and closer towards Tomas’ wet mouth.

    “Don’t move okay?” Ethan asked as he looked at Tomas again.

    “I won’t. Take it at your pace.” Tomas said with a smile as his neck was put back in its regular position.

    Ethan closed his eyes and placed a kiss on Tomas’ wet lips. The moment they touched something inside of Ethan sparked. Something was beginning to take over Ethan, a feeling he had never felt. He quickly moved his tongue inside of Tomas’ mouth and the two tongues met. Ethan began to wiggle his over Tomas’.

    “Mmm.” Tomas moaned and he tried his best not to move his arms.

    Ethan continued to kiss inside of Tomas’ mouth and found his hand grabbing onto the back of Tomas’ wet jet black hair. Ethan could feel his other hand slowly moving down the front of Tomas lightly furry chest. The water had seemed to get warmer.

    “Open your mouth.” Ethan whispered to Tomas.

    Tomas did what he was told. He quickly opened his mouth and could feel Ethan’s warm tongue moving deeper into his mouth. Ethan didn’t stop there. His hand finally made its way down to Tomas’ pubic area. Ethan began to play with Tomas’ pubes. Twirling them, pulling ever so lightly, and massaging his pubic region.

    “Ahh.” Tomas moaned aloud.

    Ethan listened to Tomas moans and wanted to hear him make them again. He moved his hand further to Tomas’ uncut cock and began to pull and tug on his foreskin. With a sudden lift, Tomas found himself sitting outside the cool waters, with his legs still submerged in the pool. Tomas’ lengthy member was fully erect and had cast a tall silhouette over Ethan’s pale face.

    Ethan couldn’t stop. He grabbed the foreskin on Tomas’ hairy cock and began to pull it up, encasing his erect penis. Ethan slowly placed his mouth around the foreskin and began to suck the little droplets of water off of Tomas’ penis.

    “Fuck!” Tomas moaned as he leaned back on to the dewy grass.

    Ethan’s wet tongue licked all over the foreskin, making sure to lick and suck up every drop of water. Ethan found his tongue over the slit of Tomas’ penis. Without saying anything, he began to lick the slit slowly, making sure to lick up any droplets of pre-cum.

    “Fuck man! I don’t think I can hold zis in..”, Tomas declared as his body started to twitch.

    Ethan stopped licking the slit and began to suck on Tomas’ cock, encasing his whole mouth on it. Ethan bobbed his head vigorously back and forth, almost like he was testing himself to see how far he could take Tomas’ cock. His movements sped up and Ethan was taking the lengthy member all the way down to the shaft.

    “Fuck, Here I cum!” Tomas moaned.

    With a twitch of his body, Tomas erupted a fountain of cum deep inside of Ethan’s mouth. Ethan to his surprise did not remove his mouth. The jets of semen that were shooting down his throat did not bother him, in fact he quite enjoyed it. He could feel warms streams hit the back of his throat and make its way down inside of his stomach. Ethan continued to suck on the now shrinking cock, making sure to gobble up each drop.

    “Fuck American, I was not expecting zat.” Tomas said with a smile.

    “I don’t think I’m done yet.” Ethan said swallowing the last drops of cum down his throat.

    “What do you mean?” Tomas asked as he soon found himself turned around with his hairy ass directly in front of Ethan’s face.

    Ethan spread the soft tanned cheeks in front of him and was met with an equally hairy hole. Ethan didn’t wait. He dug his face right in and began to eat out the French boy who lay on his stomach, feet still dangling in the pool.

    “Oh god.” Tomas whispered as he could feel Ethan’s warm tongue massaging deep inside his tight hairy hole.

    Ethan gave Tomas a soft tap on his right ass cheek.

    “Is that okay to do that?” Ethan asked.

    “Yes, of course, don’t stop.” Tomas said as he panted, waiting for Ethan to continue eating him out.

    Ethan’s tongue began to poke and probe the lining of Tomas’ hole. Tomas could feel Ethan’s warm saliva begin to coat the outside of his hole. Tomas closed his eyes and moaned. He was not expecting this to happen at all.

    “Fu…..mmm..right there……ah!” Tomas moaned.

    Ethan didn’t stop there. With his face buried deep inside of Tomas’ ass, he began to move his right hand down to Tomas’ sagging ballsack. Ethan could feel his saliva had made it way down to his ball sack and began to use it as a lubricant to massage the French boy’s testicles.

    “Oh..Ah!” Tomas moaned again, tightening up his sphincter.

    “Does it feel good?” Ethan asked as he continued to pleasure Tomas, massaging his testicles with his hand.

    “Yes, keep going. I think I’m going to……ah!” Tomas said.

    Before he could finish what he was saying Tomas had shot another load straight into the cool waters below them. Ethan could feel Tomas’ body spasm and reached for the head of Tomas’s penis. He could feel the stream of warm cum hitting his index finger. Ethan took a step back and removed his tongue from the hairy hole. He placed his finger in his mouth and tasted the sweet cum that had just been produced by Tomas.

    “Fuck man. I had no idea you could be so good.” Tomas said as he turned back around and reentered the cool water.

    “I think I surprised myself.” Ethan said with a smile.

    “My turn.” Tomas said as he reached for Ethan.

    “Wait!,” Ethan shouted as he held up his left arm in protest, “I think I need to go now.”

    Ethan quickly got up out of the cool waters of St. Laurent and went racing for his clothes.

    “Did I do something wrong?” Tomas asked confusingly.

    “No it’s not you Tomas..I think…I think…I just think…I’m scared.” Ethan said as he was now halfway dressed.

    “I’m sorry if we went too fast. I wanted to take zings slow, but then you kind of just took control. I didn’t mind it at all.” Tomas said trying to put Ethan at ease.

    “I know. I’m not sure what came over me. I just need to get back Tomas. Please?” Ethan said in desperation.

    “Ok American. Okay.” Tomas slowly made his way out of the water and got dressed.

    The night was still dark, no life anywhere, and the cool waters of St. Laurent were just as beautiful as ever. Tomas finished dressing and started to walk towards the path where his bike was parked. Ethan followed behind him and took one last glance at the water behind him. He could see that the further they walked away, the less the water illuminated and the less the waters looked magical. Saddened he turned his head and followed Tomas down the dark path.

    30 minutes later, Tomas and Ethan had found themselves in front of the hotel where Ethan and his family were staying. Ethan waited for the bike to stop and then slowly got off the bike. He turned to look at Tomas who was looking a bit sour in the face.

    “I hope you’re not angry with me?” Ethan asked as he placed his hand on Tomas’ shoulder.

    “I’m not mad. I think I’m just frustrated. I really had a good time and zings were going well. What happened back there? Was it me?” Tomas asked this time his eyes watering.

    “No Tomas, it was not you. This time it is all me. I have never done this before.” Ethan started to say.

    “What do you mean this?” Tomas asked

    “I’ve never been with anyone other than my wife. Ex-wife, I should say. I’ve never been with a man or had any thoughts of being with one. I don’t know if it was the waters, the city, or if it is just you, but something took over me tonight and I couldn’t stop myself.” Ethan said as he began to rub Tomas’ shoulder in comfort.

    “I didn’t know all that. I’m sorry if I pressured you. I swear all I wanted to do was kiss you.” Tomas said with a smile.

    “In a way, I’m glad it did go that far, but I’m still scared to go further. I’m not sure what that will mean.”

    “I understand now American. Maybe next time we will take things much slower hmm?” Tomas said as he got into a position to pedal away.

    “See you around kid.” Ethan said as he tapped Tomas’s shoulder before walking towards the entrance of the hotel.

    As Ethan turned away all these other thoughts started to flood his head. What was he truly scared of? Did he like Tomas? Did he enjoy sex with a man more than a woman? All these questions came to him in a second. Ethan quickly turned around and ran towards Tomas, who was now a little ways down the street.

    “Tomas wait!” Ethan shouted.

    Tomas stopped dead in his tracks. He turned around towards Ethan and made his way back to the hotel entrance.

    “Did you forget something American?” Tomas asked jokingly.

    “Yes I did. You.” Ethan said as he placed his lips upon Tomas’. The warm kiss was enough to send chills down Ethan’s back.

    Morning came. Sara and Boston had woken up early to start their day touring the city. Their nanny was still asleep, and they were unsure if their dad had come back.

    “Let’s check on dad.” Sara said as she moved towards Ethan’s bedroom door.

    As soon as she opened her dad’s door she quickly noticed something different. Boston came trailing behind her and saw his dad as well. But their dad was not alone.

    “Dad!?” Sara asked loudly.

    Ethan still in slumber quickly shot straight up. His vision was blurry, but he had noticed someone was sleeping right next to him.

    “Hey kids.” Ethan said with a guilty look on his face.

    “Who’s that?” they asked, pointing to the sleeping body next to Ethan.

    “That’s my friend Tomas,” he said as he nudged Tomas awake, “he was just spending the night.”

    Tomas sat with his eyes wide open. He just half smiled and waved.

    “Okay!” they said as they made their way back to the main living room area.

    “Shit.” Was all Ethan could say as he realized he had invited Tomas to stay the night. His biggest worry was going to be where to go from here.

    “Coffee?” Tomas asked, understanding the seriousness of the situation.

    “Yes please.” Ethan said as the 2 of them got dressed and got ready to face their toughest challenge yet; the morning after.

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  • Everything I could ever want, but wanting so much more

    Everything I could ever want, but wanting so much more. A gay erotic story by. [email protected]  Please feel free to email me with any comments or suggestions. Thanks…

    I was thumbing for a ride one hot summer day. When I van pulled past me and stopped. I quickly ran up to the passenger window where I found two Men sitting up front. The passenger told me to hop in the back. The side door opened up and there was a third Man sitting on the bench seat. He waived me on in as he scooted to one side. I climbed in and sat down. I thanked them for picking me up. They asked where I was going and I told them that I was going to see a movie. The one sitting next to me smiled asked if maybe I would like to be in a movie. Then the passenger up front turned to me and asked if I was gay. I reluctantly answered yes. Well how about we take you to our place and maybe make a film of us gang banging that sweet little ass and mouth of yours? I didn’t know what to say. But the Man next to me started to run his hand up  my thigh. I was lost for words but I didn’t stop him as he reached my bulge and began to rub it. My mind was racing i was scared but the thought of getting fucked by three Men, really turned me on. I said o/k yes I am willing to give it a go. They said great. And we was soon pulling into a driveway. We all got out of the van and we headed towards the front door of the house.

    Once inside they led me downstairs into the basement. Closing and locking the door behind us they turned on the lights and told me to remove all of my clothes. I quickly undressed. Nude, I was standing in front of the three Men. One told me to turn around and get down on my knees. I did as I was told. One of them grabbed the video camera and started to record. He walked around me getting a shot of me nude on my knees from every angle. They told me that they like to dominate the faggots they fuck. I was now feeling a bit scared but could do nothing. Then a leather collar was placed around my neck. It was pulled tight and buckled. It had a leather handle sewn on each side for control. I was then told to stand up and walk over to a bench sitting in the middle of the room and lay down on it . The bench was raised at one end and a bit lower on the other. My ass was sitting on the high end and my head was just hanging off the opposite end. My legs was spread open and hung over a set of stirrups. Then they was fastened down with more leather. My hands then pulled behind and under me, handcuffed. I looked around as the Men was now naked and walking around me. A finger was working around my anus and probing my pink hole. I was told to open my mouth. Soon a Man stood over my face and his balls was sweeping across my wet lips. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at them for my first taste. At the same moment my anus was now being lubed and stretched with the tip of one of the other Man’s cock. I tried to relax as he twisted is large cockhead into my hole. Still one Man walked around filming the action. I licked every inch of the Man’s balls as he worked them back and forth. He tasted salty and smelled of sweat.

    Soon my ass was being forced open with a thick cock that was diving deeper into me. I squealed but didn’t tighten. The base of the cock at my mouth was thick and he guided it down as my tongue worked up until I was at his crown. The Man in my ass was at least 6 inches in me, with many more to go. And soon I had a large head lodged in my mouth. I worked my tongue over it and closed my lips tightly around it as he pushed further in my mouth. He did not hesitate for a moment. And he then forced it into my throat. I gagged but the assult continued until he had well over half his length pushed past my throat. I was getting stabbed at each end as they pushed their cocks to the hilt. Drool ran from my mouth and down my face. They had me just as they wanted and being bound to the bench gave them great position and leverage to fully penetrated me. I was starting to enjoy every deep thrust as they worked their cocks in long strokes. The Man pumping my ass would thrust down and deep in me, then pause holding his cock deep. I could feel the blood engorging his cock as it got thicker and larger. He would slap and grip my ass cheeks as he called me a tight little faggot. I loved it. The Man up front was working is self up to a climax and I couldn’t wait to taste his load. The Man filming was getting close ups of each of my holes as they got worked over. After a good 10 minutes and both pounding, balls deep in me. The Man fucking my face announced he was going to cum. He started to shake and pound my throat just then he let loose his cum. A few pumps down in me and then pulling all but his head from my mouth, he kept squirting his hot jiz, filling my mouth until it ran down my face and into my eye sockets. I swallowed the remainding load in my mouth and breathed deeply to catch my breath. All the while the Man in my ass never missed a beat, but he to was just moments from busting his nut. His told me to get ready for my second helping and after a few more deep thrusts. He quickly extracted his swollen cock, then walked up and took aim at my open mouth. He started to stroke his cock, building up his hot load. Thick streams shot in and onto my tongue and lips. He laid down streams of cum on my tongue as he rolled his head across my lips. He tasted as good as the first and I swished it around, so to taste and savor every drop. It only was a moment later and the Man with the camera had taken his place at my asshole. I realized that I had cum and my jiz was pooling onto my stomach before rolling off one side. The third Man slid in easily as he was not as big as the first. However he did not waist any time and treated my ass as if it was a pussy that needed to get fucked good and hard. Then the Man that just filled my mouth stood above my face and made me lick and tongue his rim. I obliged and reached deeply into the depths of his hole. 

    He stepped back after I cleaned his hole well and stuck his cock head into my mouth. It was large and it filled my mouth. With a few quick strokes he was past my throat and stabbing down. I could see that the door to the basement opened up and in stepped 3 more Men. Wow, was I in for a treat. Soon I was surrounded with naked Men. One in my hole, one in my throat and three standing around with their cocks in there hand. Within minutes, I was being filled again. My body was dripping with sweat and cum. I was in heaven. Then they uncuffed me and allowed me to sit up. My face was covered in sperm  and I could feel my asshole leaking. They carried me to the shower and I was told to get in and drop to my knees. I did as I was told and then five gathered around and started to piss on me. The other operated the camera. They told me to open my mouth and several hot stream started to fill my mouth. The urine burned my eyes a bit and the taste was really salty. I was told to swallow once my mouth was full. I took down my first swallow but about vomited. “Open” one said, I looked up at them and once again, my mouth was filled and overflowing. I tried to swallow a mouthful this time, and it went down easier this time. One more time and then they started to drizzle. Good faggot one of them told me. Now clean yourself up for the new Men. They turned on the shower with only cold water. They threw me a bar of soap and said I have five minutes. I washed quickly as the water was freezing. Once I rinsed off I turned off the water and stepped out. I looked down at my cock and balls to find it shriveled up to about 2 inches. I felt inferior to theses well endowed Men. Dripping wet they didn’t offer me a towel but directed back out into the room. I was surprised to see they hung a sex sling from a hook in the ceiling. Two of them grabbed me and lifted me up in the air. My legs was spread and slipped into two different loops. They slid them up my thighs and continued to attach the remaining harness to secure me in the swing. One guy stepped up and placed his foreskin arms under my legs. Another man adjusted the hight of me and the swing so my asshole line perfectly with the Man that was going to fuck me. Being I was still wet from the shower he did not bother to lube up my hole. I cringed at the size of his limp cock as it must of been at least a couple inches thick. He took his head in his hand and began to circle my hole with it. He pumped and I could feel his head grow larger between my hole. After a few more times of stroking his cock against my hole, it was very thick and hard enough to began to penetrate. Then stepping stools was placed on each side of my head and two other Men stepped up on them.  My face and mouth was easily within reach of both Men’s cocks. Then two more Men stepped up to each side and placed their cocks in my hands. I have never had so many cocks touching my body. I was getting a euphoric rush as I anticipated the next hour of my life. My head was turned and a cock head placed against my lips. I opened up and licked at his piss slit. The Man at my rear, slowly began to pull my body into his thick cock. My eye’s widened and i gasped, as his mushroom was forced passed my sphincter. But my mouth was full of a dick so anything else coming from my mouth was just muffled.

    The action began to quicken, my hole was being stretched, my mouth filled with dick. The swinging of my body created a stroking motion for the two cocks in my hands. And still one Man had the camera recording the whole thing. I was proud and so turned on. I eagerly began to swing my body to force his cock deeper in me. This went on for a good ten minutes and then he pulled from me and they all rotated around, giving the next Man his turn. I moaned and screamed for them to fuck me. Fuck me deep and hard. I bathed each cock with my saliva and stroked each in my hands. I wanted all of them to fill me up with cum. They kept up the pounding and I was being carried on a sea of orgasms waves. The one in my ass would bang my hole until he was on the brink. Then pull out and step up to feed me his cock. Another would take his place and I wished it would go on forever. After a few moments of sucking on the already built and ready to explode cock in my mouth. Soon I was draining large mouthfuls of cum from each of the Men. I would suck the heads until the next one was slipped into it and the circle once again rotated around me. It seemed like hours of pure ecstacy and uncontrollable orgasms ran through me. And then they all began to take turns fucking my hole for one last busting of the nut. I had cum coming from every hole. And when the last cock was pulled from me. I begged for another one to take its place.

    When the Men all finished and stepped away. I was then let down from the swing. My hole felt wide and cum ran down each leg. I was a bit stiff in the legs but managed to walk into the bathroom for a hot, well deserved shower. Sitting on the floor under the falling water, I closed my eyes and soon passed out from exhaustion. I don’t know how long I slept but I awoke and stepped out to dry off. I could hear the Men talking in the other room. I dressed and quietly walked out. They all was sitting around the TV with beers in their hands. On the screen was me. Me and six Men giving me the best night of sex I have ever had. They cheered me when they saw me standing there. Then they told me that I performed well and maybe we could do it again sometime. I said maybe. And headed on out the door to go home. One of them followed and said he would give me a ride. I accepted and once he dropped me of. I never have seen any of them again. However I do thumb down that same road often.

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  • Daddies first son

    While sitting on a bench in the park letting the suns warm rays heat up my body, a cool breeze sweeps across my face. The day was perfect. As I’m sitting in the sun I begin to people watch. The variety is to many to mention. Except this tall young muscular man with tan skin, dark blue eyes, and wavy blonde hair. He was someone to look at. While watching him playing with his dog I noticed he kept looking my way. Being a older man in my fifties, with an average build I knew it could’ve been me he was looking at.  

    After awhile I got up and started to walk. As I was walking towards him, his dog leaped at me as if she wanted to play. While petting the beautiful German Shepard, the young man approached me and said, sorry if my dog bothered you but she likes people, she gets a little friendly and wants everyone to play with her. Laughing I said no problem beautiful dog what’s her name. He said Millie. 

    How old is she? She’s 13 but acts like 3, I think she still thinks she’s a puppy with all the playing and energy she still has. She’s sweet I said. Thanks are you heading off? He asked. Yes I’m going to continue my walk around the park. Do you mind if we join you? He saids. I said no the company would be great. 

    As we start to walk around the park, I turn to him and ask, it seems like you were kind of staring at me earlier, were you? Yes he said. I asked why? I think you are a good looking guy and I like looking at nice things. I feel a slight blush come over my face. Your good looking also but I’m twice your age I can’t believe you’d even think of looking at me. No daddy your wrong I like the way a mature man looks, well dressed, confident, and sure of themselves. 

    That’s when I knew daddy got himself a new boy toy. As we are walking and getting to know each other I asked if he wanted to get a bite to eat. He said sure my place is right over there, wouldn’t that be better then a stuffy restaurant? With a shocked look on my face, I said great you lead the way and I’ll follow. As we entered his apartment, and sat down on the couch, he asked if I wanted anything to drink. Water would be fine I said. 

    He got up and headed into the kitchen. When he returned, not only did he have my water but he also was naked. Here’s you water anything else I can get you daddy? Yes I said you can get that smoked hot body over here cause daddy is hungry and I like what’s on the menu. As he’s standing in front of me, with his six inch cock hanging down in front of his low hanging balls, I softly grab them and begin to play. As I start to rub and caress   His young manhood, I feel mind begin to swell on my pants. Jr notices the tent starting to rise and leans down to unzip my fly. 

    Once released my cock stands at full salute, no question on what it’s waiting for. Jr smiles has he reached down and grabs my  engorged cock and slips it into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth causes me to moan. I lay back on the couch and let jr take me for a ride. Slowly he starts to swallow my cock. As he goes deeper he start to gag. As he comes up for air both saliva and pre cum cover my cock. His cock becomes hard as a rock. 

    I grab his cock and begin to jerk it feels dry. So I spit into my hand to lube it up. This makes the movement easier. As I’m jerking him off I hear a faint moan come from his lips, Daddy’s on the right track. I continue to jerk his cock faster and harder. Once we are both overly aroused, are breathing begins to deepen and moans start to leave both our eager mouths. Within the moans I hear jr say fuck me daddy I need your cock filled seed inside me. I reach for him and in one swift motion I flip him on his back. 

    Once on his back, I grab his legs and raise them high to the sky. This allows me access to his young sweet bung hole. As he is lying there the urge to place my mouth on it fills my with delight. As I begin to lick him he starts to open up, the more he opens up the more he lifts his ass begging me to enter. I get into position. I place my swallow cock on his crack and slowly slide it down the length and up again. With excited force I slap my dick onto his waiting hole, he lets out a yelp. Once I know he’s ready I hear him say fuck me daddy, fuck my cunt with your big cock, your son needs his daddies seed. 

    As I begin to slowly enter my new boys cunt he moans lowly. And says yes that’s what your son needs. I continue to enter until I am completely in. He gasps. As jr is allowing my cock to fill is cunt I begin to move back and fourth slowing letting him feel each part of my raging cock. He continues to moan.  Once relaxed, my rhythm starts to speed up faster and faster. Going deeper and deeper into his love cave. Suddenly he screams with both pain and pleasure I’ve hit gold and tapped his G-spot. 

    Once found I continue to drive him wild by tapping it over and over and over again. With each tap his ass becomes tighter against my cock. The tighter it becomes to hotter it feels. I’ve been captured. Our rhythm continues to be in sync. As we are fucking sweat is dripping off our bodies causing us to slide across each other. With one hard slam into his cunt I feel my cock begin to throb and seed starts to flow from it, I scream with excitement. Feeling my cock fill his ass, jr let’s out a yelp and he begins to spit his juices all over the couch. 

    As the last drop of cum leaves my cock I collapse on top of jr , we fall hard onto the couch. We are both spent. We begin to kiss. As we are kissing he tells me how great it was and he hoped I liked it. I confessed and told him that was my first daddy/son experience and he was perfect. We continued to hold each other tightly and kiss. After awhile we rose to clean our self’s off. As we were drying off Jr asked if he could see me again. I said anytime you know the bench I sit at. We laughed and kissed goodbye.

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  • Ancestral

    Safe Return

    It was as if the the elastic was released. I was flung back to the basement almost instantly while being surrounded by a deafening and unnatural scream. Ben was holding me tightly and I could taste the salt of his tears in his kisses. I became more aware of my surroundings, and could hear the scream’s echo fading into the depths of the basement. I could also feel my body again. As silence returned to the house I struggled to look around but Ben’s grip was unbreakable. I kissed him back and raised a hand to caress his face. He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes and I smiled at him, saying, “I’m ok. It’s ok.”

    He loosened his grip on me and sat back trying to catch his breath. I took in the scene. Nobody seemed to have moved. Miss M, Helmut, and Heather were all standing by the bricked up arch that now had a hole in it. Andi, Sylvia, and the twins were standing in the open doorway to the back part of the basement. The only ones missing were Emma and Mariah, and where Mariah had been there was a pile of ash with a few fragments of scorched bones poking out here and there. Everyone was looking at me in silence, until Andi uttered a quiet, “Thank God.”

    The police arrived within twenty minutes. We all sat in the living room and waited to be interviewed. The cops quickly identified the remains of Mariah as being as old as the bones in the root cellar, so they were treating the three sets of human remains as more of a historical find than a recent murder. They looked at us askance when they asked about Mariah’s remains. I think they suspected we had moved them for some unknown reason. But when the forensics were done they showed that the layering of the ash, bone, and fragments of old fabric suggested that the pile had been undisturbed since it was created about a hundred years ago While they couldn’t explain how a pile of ash had laid undisturbed in the one and only doorway to the back of the cellar for that long, they conceded that we couldn’t possibly have moved it and there was no reason to suspect any of us of improper handling of the find.

    An investigation would certainly have to be done. The root cellar would have to be opened properly and the remains examined to determine the cause of death. We had all had a quick peek inside before calling the police and had seen the large shelves that had fallen on the two figures. One of the boys was on top of the other and they were surrounded by the contents of the shelves, broken glass and heavy wooden boxes. We had also seen that they were not wearing their clothes, but the clothes were in a rather messy pile off to one side.

    The police finished questioning us in the wee hours and told us we were free to go to bed if we wanted to, but they would be processing the scene in the basement for quite a few hours yet. Miss M. told them to feel free to search any part of the house they wanted, and was the first to head off to bed. They were done with their initial look through by noon the next day, but cordoned off the basement until the archaeological forensics team had had a chance to take a look.

    The house was quiet for the next few days. Helmut grew agitated as his favorite playmates were not currently accessible, and no one seemed to see Emma since she had disappeared that night. I thought it was over and was relaxing into the deepening relationship with Ben, when Andi invited me to sit on the porch with her again early one evening. Like before she brought iced tea for both of us and used watching the sun set as the pretense for our conversation.

    After some small talk, she began, “Has Ben felt the boys in the basement since that night?”

    “I don’t think so,” I answered. “He hasn’t said anything if he has.”

    “Oh, I think he would tell you,” she smiled.

    “Why do you ask?”

    “Just exploring a hunch.” She looked at me with a twinkle in her eye. “I think they may still be here.”

    My eyes got wide. “Have you felt their presence?”

    “No,” she laughed. “I have never been able to feel their presence.”

    “Then what makes you think they’re still here? Did Helmut say something?”

    She made a sour face and replied, “No, I’ve been avoiding him for the last few days, actually.”

    “Yeah, me too. He turns into quite the old grouch when he ain’t getting it as often as he would like.”

    She chuckled, “I’m glad I’m not the only one who noticed.”

    “So why do you think the boys are still here?”

    She reached into her pocket and pulled out something small and soft. “Because of these.”

    She handed me a pair of small stuffed figures made from scraps of old cloth, twigs, and hair. I looked closely and recognized one of the fabrics as being identical to a shirt I had seen Markus wear in one of the visions. “Are these…? Where did you find them?”

    “In the secret room. I pocketed them before the police arrived.”

    “Are they what I think they are?”

    “I believe so,” she answered. “It’s the most basic of sympathetic magic, but quite effective when done right.”

    “Are they…Does this mean they’re trapped here? I thought that once the Mariah-harpy thing was gone they would be able to leave if they wanted to.”

    “Perhaps they have left. No one has seen or heard anything from them since that night.” She paused to consider, “Or perhaps they are just resting after her long assault on them.”

    “Her…Could you explain please?”

    She smiled. “Of course. The work of a harpy is to deliver souls to eternal damnation. I believe she intended Sylas and Markus to be her first victims. But they had one defense that she could not penetrate. Their love for each other. That is why they became known for their constant fucking. By making love as much as possible they were able to keep her at a distance. Now that she is gone there is no longer any need for that to be quite so…constant.”

    “Ahh, so that’s why yo took Sammy and Jo Jo with you to the secret room. You already knew they were long-time lovers and used their love for each other as a shield.”

    “You got it,” she smiled.

    “But what were those little bags you and Sylvia produced when the boys started kissing?”

    “You really did see it all, didn’t you?” She pulled a small fabric bag up from inside her blouse. “I always wear it around my neck. It represents my late husband and I’ll never stop loving him. It contains a lock of his hair and some of his ashes, as well as a few personal items which I don’t think I need to tell you about. And if you want to know about Sylvia’s, you’ll have to ask her yourself. I’m not at liberty to share anything she told me in confidence.”

    “No.” I reached over and squeezed her arm. “You don’t need to tell me anything .” We sat in silence for a moment and sipped our teas.

    “So did you know the harpy would take me like that?” I asked softly, not in an accusatory manner.

    “We surrounded you with all the protections we could muster.”

    “Not all,” I observed. “You didn’t surround me with salt.”

    She was silent for a moment. “Ahh, you noticed that.”

    “I did.” I gave her a moment to explain and when she didn’t I proposed my own theory. “I think you were counting on the harpy taking me. I think you needed the harpy out of the way so you could open the wall and expose the secret, thus destroying her. And that was only possible while she was carrying a soul to hell. I think the only thing you hadn’t expected was finding Mariah still alive in the secret room. I think the distraction of having to hold her at bay kept you from helping dismantle the wall, so it took longer than you had planned on and thus you almost lost me.” I paused for a moment as we both sat facing the sunset. “That’s what I think.”

    After a long minute she said, “You know what I think? I think…I owe you an apology.” She looked at me with tears in her eyes. “I should have told you everything. I should have let you make the decision. I should have trusted you. I’m just a foolish old woman who thinks she’s smarter than everyone else, but I’m not. The guilt of almost losing you has been eating me up since that night. Can you ever forgive me?”

    I waited a moment before answering. “I would have done it anyway, if nothing else, for the sake of saving Ben. Nothing would have been different if you had done all those things. I just would have been better informed. But answer me this. Can I trust you not to hide difficult truths from me in the future?”

    “You have my word.” She reached over and took my hand. “On my husband’s grave.”

    This was clearly the most sacred thing she could think to swear on. I lifted her hand to my lips and kissed it. “Then I forgive you.”

    We returned our attention to the sunset for another minute or two before she jumped. “Oh, I almost forgot.” She reached into another pocket and handed me the small object she pulled out. “I took this from the room as well. I think you should have it.” It was a small photograph of a man from the late nineteenth century. On the back it was inscribed, ‘with all my love, Cid’.

    I looked at it in disbelief. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the picture I had found at the ruins of the Hathaway. The backgrounds were identical. It appeared they went to the same photographer, perhaps at the same time to have these pictures made for each other. They had even been sure to face in opposite directions so they could be put in a double frame and be looking at each other. I showed this picture to Andi. “This was Markus.”

    She looked at it and began to tear up. “They were both so handsome. Just like you and Ben.” Then handing the picture back to me she added, “What a tragedy.”

    “Well, one good thing has come of this.” I offered as I took it. She looked at me inquiringly. “They won’t be forgotten. I’ll make sure of that.

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  • Virile and tasty

    Hi there, my name is Thomas, I’m 49-years old and enjoy 69 a lot. I usually wake up around 6:30 and feel so hungry, could eat a man’s ass for breakfast. Fucking virile, fucking tasty! In fact, I dream of a savoring a rosebud for lunch, dinner and midnight snack too. Caressing a male ass, sniffing his crack, kissing his peachy butt, slapping it, and tongue-twisting my way inside his satanic haven drive me crazy. 

    I was 23 when I had my first experience with a guy. Not great, to be honest. Just mutual masturbation. Bing bang in ten minutes or less. No cuddling, no kissing. I had called an escort service and paid $80 for some young guy to come over. It took me a few months, almost a year, before I dared enter a gay bar or a gay-friendly venue.

    While not hiding my sexual orientation, I don’t brag about it neither. If it comes up, I simply indicate that women do not attract me, that virility is my thing. People usually switch to a different topic or find an excuse to leave politely. In one case, though, a guy smiled, offered me a beer, and started to talk about his fantasy for men in leather gear. He asked me if I had ever seen drawings by Tom of Finland. Nope. “Well, come to my place, you won’t regret it. My name is Gerry, by the way.”

    I did follow Gerry to a one-bedroom apartment in a low-key building. As soon as the door was closed and locked, he kissed me on the lips and dragged me to the sofa. On the coffee-table, there was an album of the most erotic drawings I had ever seen. He showed me the ones where well-hung dudes wore leather boots, jockstrap and harness. When Gerry noticed that I was getting a hard-on, he went straight to the point.

    “Would you like to sniff my leather outfit? The aroma of virility will have a nice effect on your bulging crotch.”

    “I guess so, it’s all new to me, but it strikes an erotic chord for sure.”

    In no time, Gerry donned chaps over his tight jeans, a pair of cowboy boots, a well-adjusted harness and a leather cap with a chain. My reaction was instant. I was on my knees, ready to lick his boots, to caress his huge bulge, and to spank his peachy butt. We wee both moaning with pleasure.

    He unzipped to let an 8-inch joystick pop out. “Can you take this down your throat and inside your ass?” I had only been fucked two or three times, and had felt more pain than pleasure. The adrenaline, however, triggered an exploratory button as Gerry removed his jeans, showing a leather cock ring, put back his chaps on, and threw me on the bed aggressively. I was electrified by the perspective of hot virile fun.

    Have to be honest here and admit that I choked on his bazooka, and screamed loudly as he thrusted his powerful dagger in my tight hairy hole. When he was ready to burst, he withdrew his veiny tool to spill his nectar all over my face. The taste of a creamy load made me forget the pain and dream of a replay. We dated for a few months and parted on good terms. He gave me a leather jockstrap has a souvenir. That’s where my fetish for this kind of erotic gear started. Still part of me twenty-five years later.

    I had few relationships, the only long-term one being with a Chinese guy fifteen years younger than me. I like Asian guys as long as they are not effeminate, and Black men make me drool. At 45, I joined a dating site for men only. Most of the pics in members’ gallery showed huge dicks and rump roast that were an ideal “drive-in” sign.

    I recently got a message from someone my age. A simple “Hi! :)” His profile text indicated that he was looking for a long-term relationship. My reply was short: “Also LTR oriented. Single and romantic.” Ralph – that’s the name he gave me – immediately included his email address and phone number, the latter being a bit unusual on this type of site. He said he was a portrait artist and sent me examples of his work. Pretty professional, but women only…

    I invited him over for a face-to-face chat over a glass of wine. His reaction was an outburst of rage. “You, a perfect stranger to me, invited me, a perfect stranger to you, in your home, in the first email you sent. This not only reflects very poor judgment on your part, and on me, if I were to take you up on that, but it also reflects on the fact that contrary to what you claimed, you are only looking for sex. I don’t think this was your first cookie or your first invite of a perfect stranger to your home for wine nor will it be the last.”

    Ralph went on to say that I dared presume that he drank wine… like all the other one-night stands in my life, adding that he detested alcohol altogether, that it made him sick. Ralph stressed on the fact that I repeated my invitation to share a glass of wine after he had ignored my first request. “This is more than bad manners. This is pushy and it shows lack of consideration for another’s comfort level.”

    In the course of our telephone conversation, I indicated that I walk my ex-lover’s dogs every day after lunch. I had no idea that this was adding insult to injury. His reply was sharp: “This is not an ex, contrary to what you claim. This is a real, ongoing and continued relationship with him. In which case, what do you need me for? To supplement to your needs where the ex does not perform to your fantasy?”

    Ralph concluded that I had offended and disgusted him in every possible way. He did not wish to have any further contact with me, asking that I refrain from communicating with him again. And, strangely, wishing me every happiness.

    I changed my profile text, removing words like “romantic” and “long-term relationship”. I now invite men who like to show off their manhood well-wrapped in tight faded blue jeans or leather spiked jockstraps. Gestapo booths are a plus. Sweaty ass is a must, of course. Responses are scarce, but when one pops up once a year or so, I relive my experience with Gerry and stamp a black eagle on the calendar date. Quality, not quantity.

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  • Becoming my boyfriends sub

    I will have to speed you up on things now, as work, holidays and sex make a busy schedule.

    Kyle has me locked all day since that weekend. After he fucks me in the mornings, I head to the shower and by the time he’s done showering, I make sure to put on the holy trainer and have his keyring ready for him.

    We’ve got a Masterlock Bluetooth keybox with the spare key at home. He can send me a temporary access code for it in case of an emergency. I wear the cock cage to work. I keep it on at home or in public. Even in our spa outside. He decides when I get unlocked after work. Most of the days he keeps me locked till bedtime. My big cock gets harder and bigger than before when it gets released from its cage after a horny day enclosed.

    We keep a flat Yale padlock with his name and mobile number engraved to label me. Once the padlocks long shackle is shoved over my scrotum, there’s no way of getting it off. It fits my scrotum skin neatly. Even with force, my balls can’t get pushed through the lock towards freedom. We considered and fantasized about branding me with a slave tattoo but it would have to be discrete and miss its point. A permanent locked slave bracelet or collar would be cool, but too visible and stylewise so not me to wear jewelry. Our play shouldn’t interfere with my job and our social life either. Cock cage and Yale lock it is for now. I love every second of being his.

    His sex drive got to a next level. He feels proud. I get fucked daily at least once and I’m becoming an expert in deep throating much to his excitement. I’m a happy slut-boy.

    But you’re probably curious about the response to my forced text messages…

    Ever since there’s a few hot blokes – tops and bottoms – and options hanging in the air. Kyle enjoys it, I can tell. But we clearly feel no urge and it will never be easy to match 3 people’s fetish and schedule. It is bound to happen one day, one night more likely. And the pictures and texts sent are fun. I get to see part of it. Kyle has several options he doesn’t tell me about. I ‘m displayed on recon as his slave, although I’m more his sub, considering we’re very equal in daily life.

    Anyway, we fuck like crazy. Let me share with you what happened next…

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  • Turned

    Myself and three friends were in a pub in Oxford as this good looking guy started talking to us we then realised it was a gay pub and as a laugh started talking to him letting him think we were gay and after awhile asked him if he wanted to go to another pub and he did we drove around the bypass and then told him to get out and walk back and told him we were not gay.

    We had a good laugh after he had gone, my mates wanted to go to the football game I didn’t so I dropped them off and started to drive home, on the way home it started to rain and then I felt bad about what we did making him walk all the way home so I turned around and went looking for him and after awhile saw him waiting by the road trying to thumb a lift I pulled up and said I was so sorry and could I give him a lift he swore at me and called me bastard he would get me back for this I apologized again saying how mean it was of us and then he asked me if I could take him home he was shivering and I suggested he get a shower when he got home he said his name was Peter and we talked about various things and that he lived on his own and he said he had been gay for about 5 years then asked me if I had any gay tendencies I told him none whatsoever he said you don’t know what you are missing. He then went on about mutual wanking sucking cock and anal fucking.

    We arrived at his house and I started to say goodbye when he invited me in for a drink come on I’ll have a quick shower then we can have a drink and carry on our conversation I was curious about the things we talked about so I agreed.

    Peter told me to make us a drink while he showered I mixed 2 whiskey and sodas with ice I drank 1 right down and had another 1 as I was a bit nervous, Peter came out after showering and had a dressing gown on. Come and sit down bill I’m not going to bite not yet he jokingly said.

    We sat on the sofa and clinked our glasses cheers he said to better things he started on about mutual wanking and said the first time you touch another man’s cock is magical I must admit I was feeling horny and wondered what it would feel like do you want to feel mine No No I blurted out can I have another drink please sure he said and went and poured me one this is a bit big a treble by the look of it, it’s just to relax you, you look nervous he got up and sat nearer to me and as he got up I noticed he had a hard on under the gown he let the gown fall apart and  started rubbing it you are making me hard just touch it it won’t bite I was getting hard myself so I touched it and it felt hot to the touch he put his hand over my hand and started wanking himself  with my hand  it felt fantastic.

    Take you r trousers. off so I can see yours I took  them off and he could see I had a hard on and started wanking me he then put both cocks together and  wanked them this is called frottage he told me I then came like never before. I told him it was fantastic and then he said the next thing is to kiss it no way was I’m going to kiss his dick, you said you would not touch it but you did and enjoyed it I admit that was fantastic, just kiss the side of it a and then if you don’t like it stop I couldn’t believe I was going to put his dick in my mouth I was feeling Horner than I have ever felt before I bent over and kissed it now put the end in and suck me off and I did it felt wonderful  now suck my balls cocksucker did he just call me cocksucker I sucked his balls and cock I could not get enough of him.

    After he grabbed me and then started kissing me I want you I want to make you mine he said I want to make love to you,  please no before today I never ever thought about any of this. Take your clothes off and let me lay with you I promise I will not do anything you don’t want me to do I then took all my clothes of and we laid together n the bed he turned me over and laid his hard cock along the crack of my arse it felt very sexy , let me put it in a little bit, no not yet, just let me put the head in I promise I won’t go in any further, ok but only an inch, it felt really nice he then put it in all the way and started fucking me hard at first it hurt but then it felt so nice, please don’t stop pleeease

    He then told me I am his cock sucking fuck..

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  • The Short Straw

    Previously…

    Jason whine-growled in frustration and thrust his tongue inside Mike’s mouth, giving his cock a strong, deft-wristed stroke that had the big linebacker moaning into him. Above them, Uncle Graham’s hips locked into a jackhammering pace, his sweat raining down over Jason’s sun-warmed back, grunting with fuck-effort and growling with manly hunger as he claimed Jason’s ass. He finally let out a deep-chested bellowing roar that echoed back off the trees around them, driving his big cock home inside Jason with a series of deep, solid, spaced-apart thrusts, breeding thrusts driving home his potent seed, deep into Jason’s guts.

    “Oh buddy,” Uncle Graham murmured, draping his thick-muscled torso over Jason’s back, the sweat from his chest fur mingling with Jason’s. Jason shivered, his hole clutching, throbbing around his uncle’s thickness, his loins burning with the need to cum. His uncle’s lips grazed through the sweat on the side of his neck and nuzzled at his ear. “Thank you, kiddo,” he half-whispered into his ear, and Jason turned to meet his lips in a slow, deep kiss.

    Eventually Uncle Graham extracted himself from Jason’s hole, standing up on unsteady legs, taking the fresh beer Phil handed to him and draining half of it in long, thirsty gulps, followed by a deep-chested burp that had Mike and Phil chuckling. Even Jason joined in, flopping onto his sweaty back on the bench seat, the vinyl hot and sticky against his flesh. He could feel his hole, pulsing and throbbing and tingling, sticky and used. Surely he was gaping open by now; he could feel the slow, warm trickle of cum oozing from his tunnel. Surely he could take a break now, just for a minute, a moment to get his bearings after being so thoroughly cored out by his cousin and his uncle, the big, thick-cocked men who were dabbing fists and grinning proudly at each other.

    Uncle Graham slung his big arm round Mike’s broad shoulders, and the two of them flopped down on the opposite bench, thick, muscular thighs sprawled companionably wide, turning to each other and exchanging a long, languid French kiss. Jason watched them, his hand finding its way back to the stiffness of his cock again. All of this was so wrong, so hot, so deep between them. So right for them, in the end.

    Phil stepped over to the cooler and retrieved two more beers, popping the tops and handing one to his son as he sat down beside him. He’d taken his shirt off, but otherwise was the only one of them still clothed, and Jason took a moment to take in the impressive sight of the man who’d sired him. For whatever genetic reason, he wasn’t as tall as Uncle Graham, his younger brother, but was no less thickly, powerfully built, his thighs stockier and stronger. His pecs were strong, prominent on his beefy frame, forested with a thicket of brown fur that was silvering higher up, capped with two thick brown nipples. His midsection wasn’t cut like Jason’s or Mike’s anymore, but it was middle-aged solid. You could see the powerhouse athlete he’d been in his younger days, overlaid with mature beef, and Jason found his whole body thrilling to the powerful sight of the sexy man who’d created him. A vision of his future, maybe, and a very satisfying one, if that turned out to be true.

    For his part, Phil’s gaze had turned from his brother and nephew, lazily, happily swapping spit, to his own son, all the prime young finery of the blond tight end sprawled out on the bench beside him. He took a swallow of his beer and ran one big hand up and down the muscular spread of his son’s thigh, admiring the power and definition of it. Stadler legs, strong and thick and built for the long haul. He didn’t miss the way Jason’s big young cock bobbed in his son’s loosely gripping fist, the way his pinkish nips stiffened up, the way his tight, defined abs clutched a little harder at his father’s touch. 

    The scent coming off of the kid, a mix of sweat and cum and pure male pheromone, stirred Phil’s cock in his shorts even more, and the way Jason stared at the thickness of the bulge in his shorts made him grin. Right then, a couple of drinks under his belt, the early-June air warm, a light fresh breeze coming off the lake, the satisfied haze of mansex settled over the boat, his handsome young progeny by his side, he felt like just about the luckiest man on the planet. A perfect way to salute Father’s Day, for sure.

    When Phil slipped his arm round Jason’s strong young neck and leaned in, his son responded automatically, instinctively, sitting up straighter in his seat, his pretty lips parting as Phil closed in to press his own lips to them. Jason moaned into his mouth as Phil slowly kissed him for the first time that day, his long, thick tongue sliding easily into Jason’s receptive, responsive mouth, and he let out a deep-chested rumble of pleasure as their tongues engaged each other. Maybe even more than watching Jason’s perfectly sculpted tail getting thoroughly family-fucked, this set his cock throbbing, exchanging this deep, sensual, easy intimacy with his boy. Never in a million years had he expected all this to develop, but he was sure glad it had, and even gladder that despite all Jason’s bluster and surface bitching about it, his boy loved it as much as he did.

    Phil’s big hand roved up and down Jason’s thigh, coursing over the strong, proud young musculature, slowly working up the inside of it, over that sensitive spot he knew so well by now. He was built and wired largely the same way — when they were young like Mike and Jason, all Graham ever had to do to get his big brother in the mood was slide his hand up and down his inner thigh just like that, and he’d be assured of a good, deep, loving brotherfuck. Now, Phil’s hand grazed all the way up to the hefty fullness of his stud kid’s balls, all laden with unshot cum in a way that must have felt like pure torture to the big young jock. Well, that was alright. It was a fine line between pleasure and discomfort sometimes, and when his son’s moment did arrive — and it would, Phil intended to make sure of it — he and his big young cum-churning balls would be amply rewarded, and relieved.

    His thumb caressed the warm flesh between the top of Jason’s thigh and his groin, and Phil savored the way his kid trembled and moaned into his mouth, spreading those premium jock thighs even wider, allowing even more access to Phil’s thick, questing fingers. He touched them to the puffy, well-fucked stickiness of his kid’s hole, feeling the slick mixture of lube and family cum that dressed it, swirling his fingers round the tender ring of muscle as Jason moaned deeper and instinctively bucked his hips. Yeah, Phil knew what his flesh and blood needed, alright. They all did, maybe even better than Jason himself did. It had been the same way with Mikey when he’d come of age, the same as it had been with Graham back in the day. It was even more true of Jason now, as he moaned around his father’s probing lover’s tongue, the ring of muscle that was the gateway to his core opening to allow Phil’s thick, gently insistent digit to press inside of his wet, pulsing warmth.

    “Looks like Daddy’s finally gonna get his,” Graham chuckled, he and Mike watching the proceedings and lazily handling their sticky cocks.

    “You know I like sloppy thirds, little brother,” Phil winked at them, pressing his long finger further up inside Jason to rub his son’s creamed prostate, making the handsome young jock writhe and moan and clutch at the big, bunched muscle of his father’s upper arm.

    God, there they went again, treating him like an object, a fuck-toy, that prime cut of Wagyu beef they were all eager to get a piece of, to devour lustily. It made Jason’s cock spurt another pent-up stream of precum, soaking into his blond bush, glazing his abs, as Phil looked into his eyes with a warm, yet intent grin, and fingerfucked him with a lover’s languid deliberation. Phil looked down at that handsome piece his son was sporting, then back to his boy, locking eyes with him as he ducked his head low and took his son’s cock in his mouth, wrapping his thick, wet tongue around it and slowly sinking his soft, yet strong lips down its sticky, veiny rigidity.

    Jason’s hips bucked up as he gasped, clutching his father’s bunched bis and tris with one hand, the back of his head with the other. He huffed out a wordless moan of lust and need, trying to feed his cock to his own father, but Phil was in control here, ever the paterfamilias, exercising his right. Phil’s other hand came down to push Jason’s hips back down, to stop his urgent, instinctual attempts to fuck his father’s face, forcing his son to submit to a slow, spit-dripping sucking that kept him riding the edge of that wave inside of him, the one that seemed to have been constantly cresting for like an hour now, always just offshore, never quite seeming to break.

    “Dad,” Jason moaned, voice full of lust and need and pent-up frustration, sounding a warning, too. He couldn’t take much more of this. He knew there was more to come. He both feared it, and welcomed it, but beyond all of that, fuck, he just wanted to cum…

    Phil’s lips came up off Jason’s straining, drooling cock with a wet pop, his sexy grin reforming immediately as he slid up Jason’s body, his cool grey-blue eyes fixed on his son’s.

    “You need it bad, dontcha son?” he murmured, voice thick and rich and deep. All Jason could do was nod, feeling like a little kid who didn’t yet have the words to ask for what he wanted. What he needed.

    “What do you need, son?” Phil went on, gently, warmly insistent, his finger still lazily stroking Jason’s hot button, deep inside of him. “Say it. Tell me, buddy.”

    His eyes bored into Jason’s, and his stroking finger caressed his son’s prostate with intent.

    “Tell Daddy what you want, son,” he said, the command in his voice underpinning the lusty, loving warmth.

    “You, Dad,” Jason practically whimpered, his hand finding the back of Phil’s insistently probing one. Almost like he wanted to pull it away, to stop its maddening, inflaming motion. But instead, he found himself pressing on it, pushing it deeper, gasping and biting his lip needfully as it pressed even more to him. “I need you. Need you to…”

    “Need me to what, son?” Phil said huskily, watching his handsome boy bite his lip and writhe against the sticky, sweaty vinyl of the seat.

    “I need you to fuck me, Dad,” Jason moaned, his voice ragged with desire, his cheeks hot with lust and shame.

    “I know you do, buddy,” Phil murmured warmly, leaning up to brush his lips over Jason’s. “I’ve always known. And I always will, son.”

    Jason let out a soft whimper as Phil slipped his tongue back inside of him, kissing him with a lover’s lusty hunger, shifting around between his son’s spread jock thighs as they devoured each other’s tongues and spit. He finally broke the kiss to settle down between his stellar legs, big hands sliding up the bulging muscular sculpture of them, spreading them even wider, pushing them up and back as Jason moaned and whined his deep, core need.

    “So beautiful,” Phil murmured huskily, eyes fixed on the sticky pink tightness of Jason’s hole, glazed with his brother’s and nephew’s cum, before diving in to devour it.

    “Christ, that’s so fuckin’ nasty,” Mike grunted, fisting his rehardened cock with one hand, taking a swig of his beer with the other, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of his Uncle Phil’s head bobbing and pressing and shifting, the lewd slurping sounds and the lusty, animal grunts he emitted as he ate his well-fucked son out with gusto.

    “I know, right?” his father chuckled beside him, his thick fingers drawing a slow circle round the stiffness of his son’s fur-lined nipple. “And in the best possible way, kiddo.”

    “Shit, I’ll drink to that,” Mike chuckled, and the two of them clinked their beers together in a toast, before turning to reengage each other’s mouths in another slow, sloppy father-son makeout.

    “Aw fuck, Dad,” Jason keened as his father’s tongue worked up inside his well-fucked hole, savoring the thick, creamy remnants of family cum that lined it. Phil just growled in response, his eyes locking on Jason’s over the top of his aching, leaking cock, which by now he was hesitant to touch, afraid he might inadvertently trigger his load and bring this whole intense experience to a sudden, untimely end. But then, he knew that wouldn’t be the end of it. Not quite. There was still one part left to go, maybe the biggest, most important of all. He shivered at the sensations his father was setting off inside of him, and at the prospect of what, and who, was yet to come. Instead, he made himself grip the cushion beneath him, knuckles white with tension as he moaned and bucked his ass against his father’s hungry lapping tongue, unable to bear the sensations, unable to imagine them ever stopping.

    “Cushions,” Phil barked, voice thick with spit and the cum coating his tongue, when he finally came up for air, the silvered brown hairs of his trimmed beard flecked with the stuff. Uncle Graham and Mike jumped to attention, lifting the base of their bench seat to retrieve the big square outdoor cushions from the storage bin beneath it. They laid them out on the deck of the boat, as Phil stood up between Jason’s spread thighs, gazing down at his son with a deep smile and intensity in his eyes, running his hand down the furred, strong thickness of his midsection, towards the waistband of his shorts.

    Jason moved without thinking, sitting upright with a half-dazed expression, his hands moving to his father’s shorts, finding the button and undoing it, opening them, tugging them down Phil’s muscular thighs to reveal his briefs, utterly stuffed with fat, hard paternal cock, the cotton soaked through where the big head of it had been flowing precum freely for the last hour or more. Jason moaned at the sight, and was reaching for his father’s sturdy hips even before his shorts had hit the deck, zeroing in on that fat bulge, the fount of his creation, the whole reason he was here, the whole reason he was. He didn’t even wait to skin the straining briefs down, just leaned in and latched his hungry mouth onto the wet-spotting head of Phil’s bulge, encasing the mineral-sticky cotton with his lips and lashing at it with his tongue.

    “Good boy,” Phil growled from above, cupping the back of his head, drawing him in as close as he could, so Jason’s nostrils filled with the scents of sweat and cotton and precum, his father’s essence, making his mouth water and soak the fabric even more. Jason moaned around the throbbing bulge in reply and suckled on it harder, his hands caressing the thick, furred power of the powerful thighs he’d inherited.

    “Go get him, big bro,” Uncle Graham murmured, and Phil favored his brother and nephew with a grin and a wink as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his black briefs and started to skin them down over the muscular swell of his powerful ass.

    He gently eased his son’s handsome head back, giving him room to free his cock, and Jason gasped at the sight of it. It wasn’t his first time seeing it, nor would it be his last, but it impressed every time. Phil might not have had quite the stature of his younger brother or nephew, but he had the biggest cock of them all, just on nine solid, thick inches of girthy man cock, gnarled with veins that somehow made the fucking thing even more handsome, powerful, purposeful-looking. A hefty set of balls hung beneath it, and Jason just gaped at the sight of the whole thing. Then he looked up at his father reverently, waiting for the handsome man’s smiling nod, before taking the powerful piece in his hand, then parting his lips to take it in his mouth.

    “Oh yeah, baby boy,” Phil groaned, eyes closing, sinking his fingers into his son’s sweaty blond hair, as the boy treated him just right. He was grateful, as always, to Mike for showing Jason how this was done, just as he’d showed Graham how it was done around the same age. It had meant a tremendous amount of pleasure and satisfaction for all of them, especially right now, as his son lavished his thick cock with loving, respectful attention, swirling his tongue around it as his lips nursed at the upper reaches, his hand gripping the throbbing base, moaning with lusty satisfaction as he savored the cock that had created him.

    Jason was practically dizzy with all the sensations coursing through his head and his body — the throb of his father’s cock between his lips, the salty musk of it mixing into the spit that coated his tongue, the dense pheromonal sweat emanating from his thick dark bush. He focused on breathing it all in through his flaring nostrils, soaking up all the flavors and textures with his tongue, paying tribute to his father on this special day in the best way he knew how. For the first time ever, in the back of his mind, he thought that instead of going chasing pussy after all this was over, he might go looking for more cock instead. Grindr and Scruff were just a few taps and swipes away, after all. But no. Maybe not. It just wouldn’t be the same. Wouldn’t be fair to whatever rando he procured, to be mentally measured up against this man. His man. His Dad.

    Better to savor this experience instead, his lips stretching around the man’s throbbing, vein-ridged girth, flowing salty precum over his tongue, filling his nose with pheromonal musk, his own cock leaking a steady flow of pre onto the deck beneath them, untended and agitated. His thick spit flowed down his father’s shaft, soaking the hair that lined the fat base of it, dousing his heavy son-making balls, dripping onto the deck along with Jason’s pre. He opened his eyes briefly, and saw Mike had climbed up to straddle his own father’s lap, the two of them kissing with deep, lusty intensity, Uncle Graham’s big hairy-backed hands kneading the swollen terrain of Mike’s back and the powerful musculature of his high, tight ass.

    Phil let a steady flow of grunts and murmured endearments and encouragements flow down over his son. He’d gotten so good at this, and it filled him with a kind of perverse pride to see his only son do so well at this, as he’d done in just about everything he’d set his mind to, with his father’s encouragement, over the years. God, he had pretty lips, just like his mother’s. He half-smirked as he mused to himself that his son was way better at this than his ex-wife had ever been. Ordinarily, he might have been perfectly content to let Jason finish him this way — it certainly wouldn’t be the first time — but not today. There was more he wanted, and more Jason wanted, needed, too.

    “Son,” he said, warm but firm, his big hands clutching the sides of Jason’s handsome face. Jason opened his eyes and looked worshipfully up at him, and god damn that made Phil’s balls twinge even harder. But he had to maintain his control. It was as much for Jason as it was for him, now. He focused instead on kicking his ankles free of his shucked briefs, then eased Jason’s stretched lips up and back off of him, nice and slow, savoring the way his thick shaft shone with the fresh layer of saliva coating it now. Savoring even more the way Jason’s pink tongue gleamed as it slowly teased out one last lick along the underside as he went.

    Phil reached down, tucking his hands under Jason’s armpits, and pulled him upright. Jason blushed again, because even though his hunger and his drives had thoroughly taken primacy now, there was still that shamed part of his psyche lurking in the background. He shouldn’t want this the way he did. He shouldn’t be as good at it as he was. But there was should, and there was the fact of all the things he’d already done today, all the things he was still prepared, even eager, to do yet. And so he let his father guide him upright, eye to eye, man to man, to stand before him. Not to be judged, but desired, and loved, and encouraged in all those things inside of him too. To be the man he was, no matter the right or the wrong of it.

    Phil’s big hands stroked up and down Jason’s fine flanks, up and down the powerful athlete’s form of his lats, drinking in the perfection of the boy he’d made 20 years ago. This fine young stud of his, always ready to kick ass and take on the world, and win it. In this as much as anything, he thought, feeling the heat of that deep in his loins. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Jason’s, savoring his jock kid’s soft little grunt, the way his tongue licked almost tentatively at his father’s lips, seeking permission. Phil gave it to him with his own tongue, wrapping his thick, furred forearms round Jason’s tight waist and kissing him deeply, murmuring a deeper tone in reply to Jason’s, steering his boy around and lowering him to the cushions Graham and Mikey had laid out for them on the deck.

    Jason spread his thighs to his father automatically, the two of them maintaining the deep tongue thrusts of their kiss as Phil guided him onto his back and open, positioning himself between the sculpted, golden-haired thickness of Jason’s jock thighs. Graham and Mike were otherwise engaged, lost in their own deep, incestuous makeout, so it fell to Phil to lube himself up. But that was OK — this felt like his responsibility now, just as it was his responsibility to add a fresh coating of lube to Jason’s willing, thoroughly warmed-up hole, mixing it with the two loads of cum and the untold amount of spit that already glazed his insides, swirling it around, spreading it over every throbbing inch of his inner cavity.

    Phil’s hands found Jason’s hips, sliding over and under them to lift them up, Jason working with him. Their kiss wound its way to its end, and Jason laid back, looking up at his handsome father with a complex mix of feelings — love, lust, pride, shame, and beneath it all, the primal heat that animated everything that had happened today. God, he was beautiful, Phil thought proudly to himself, one hand now positioning the aching, throbbing length of his cock, pressing the lubed, precum-flowing head of it to his son’s slicked entry.

    “I love you, Dad,” Jason said, his voice at once husky and boyish, and Phil felt his whole insides flare with love for his boy. No matter what else they did, or were about to do, that was everything. It was the only thing, really.

    “I love you too, son,” Phil said back, smiling at his pride and joy, pushing his hips forward, pushing himself inside of Jason, watching his son’s eyelids flutter and the flush overtake his face once more as he gasped, then sighed, then let his father inside of him fully, at last.

    God, he was so hot inside, hot and wet and thick with his family’s leavings, lush and creamy all around the hefty girth of Phil’s cock, smiling blissfully as his father filled him deeply. Phil slipped his arms around Jason’s torso and held him tight as he drove inside him, rumbling deep in his thick chest as he sank his full length inside his son’s welcoming guts, thoroughly warmed up for him by his little brother and his nephew. He watched Jason bite his bottom lip like he always did unconsciously when he was focusing on something real hard, and all of a sudden the strength, depth, and power of their bond really hit home for Phil, making his insides throb with love and lust and pride.

    As much as first Mike’s, then Uncle Graham’s cocks had made his toes curl and his cock bounce, for Jason, there was nothing quite like feeling his father implanted inside of him like this. He still regularly stroked off to the memory of their first time doing this, his first Father’s Day cruise with his family guys, still busted epic loads all over the muscles of his torso reliving the various times they’d done it since then. For all of his misgivings and complexes about all they’d done today, the confident, girl-chasing dude he presented to the rest of the world was methodically unmasked by these guys every single time, revealing him for what he really was — happy, complete, fully himself with another man, one of his men, his family, inside of him like this. This man, most of all. The man who’d made him, raised him, taught him, and who fucked him now like nobody else ever had, or would.

    With nine thick inches of his father’s cock buried inside of him, at long last, Jason gave up on his inner protestations and let himself just be. Let himself be fucked, and loved, and let himself fuck and love right back.

    After all the lusty, sweaty, hard-driving intensity of earlier, things were mellower now, deeper, slower. The vibe was catching; up on the long starboard bench, Mike was still riding his father’s lap, reaching behind him to grasp Graham’s long, hard cockshaft, stroking a coating of glossy lube all over it as they kissed and murmured. Then he rose up, powerful quads bulging, adjusted the angle of his ass, and sank back down, taking his father’s length in one long, slow slide that had them moaning deep bass notes together.

    Phil had been waiting all day for this, and he was taking his damn time with it, giving his son the kind of deep, slow-driving, long-dicking thrusts he knew Jason liked best. Each stroke of his cock up inside his son was a flag planted, a stake claimed, and the more he did it, the more Jason gave himself up, surrendering himself to the basest of urges, his overwhelming desire to be fucked and filled and claimed, loved in a way nobody else could. He worked his insides around his father’s lengthy, girthy thickness, eliciting deep appreciative grunts and probing wet kisses from the man who’d made him, who had a permanent claim to him in a way nobody else ever would.

    Jason’s hands explored the thick, powerfully muscled terrain of Phil’s arms, his shoulders, the back of his neck, down over his back to feel the driving, clutching mass of his glutes, the powerful, shapely ass he’d inherited from this man. The shifting, thrusting swells of his father’s thick, powerful body just spurred Jason’s lust on even further, trying to pull his father deeper into him, wrapping his powerful young thighs around Phil’s sturdy waist to draw him in as far as he could. Phil kissed him even more lustily, fucked him even deeper, using the experience of long decades of doing this to adjust the angle of his thrusts, the depth of them, hitting Jason inside in new ways, sparking new explosions inside them both as they drove on and on.

    The shade in the cove shifted, lengthened, the water quiet around them as the boat rocked on it, as four men grunted and thrust and murmured, moaned, not just fucking now, but making love. The intensity built between them all, Mike riding his father’s long hard cock with sweaty intent, Phil driving up inside Jason’s tight, creamy, clutching depths harder, faster, deeper, angling to thrust his cock across Jason’s prostate more determinedly, feeling his son’s cock throb in response between them even more intensely. The two father-son couples fed off each other now, amping each other up, their fucklust flowing, exchanging, becoming one writhing mass of hot male desire and drive.

    “I wanna cum, Dad,” Jason moaned. The fire had been thoroughly stoked inside of him for awhile now, building and building, his thrice-denied orgasm building to an unstoppable force in his loins and balls and cock. He had to cum, just had to, or else he might go crazy. Might just explode, self-combust, unless he could relieve the insane pressure building up in him. More than that, though, he wanted to gift it to his father, this epic load, the one special, unique thing he could give him for this special day.

    “Yeah, son? You gonna show me how big you can shoot for me?” Phil grunted huskily. Jason nodded eagerly, face gleaming with fucksweat, eyes starting to get hazy, unfocused, in that look Phil knew so well. Phil could see his little brother in that expression, and he couldn’t help but grin at the memories, all those times he’d fucked a huge load out of Graham over the decades they’d been fooling around together. Funny how the family traits diverged, then came together again. They were surely about to come together now, all of them, Graham and his boy building to a fever pitch of their own off to Phil and Jason’s side.

    Phil fixed his son with a deep look, complex, full of love and lust and pride and heat and power. He worked his hips, thrust his cock against the length of Jason’s chute that he knew his son liked best. He’d been holding his own load back for hours now, and especially this past stretch inside his boy, but it was time. Time for them both to finally let go, and come together, as one.

    “Cum, son,” Phil rasped now, fixing his gaze on Jason’s eyes. “Cum for Daddy. Show me, baby boy.”

    “Aw Dad,” Jason gasped. “Can I? Can I cum?”

    “Yeah, Jasey,” Phil nodded, voice husky and rich and warm. “Cum for me, son.”

    Jason gave him a loose kind of smile, his eyes locking hazily onto Phil’s, and then his handsome young muscles started to tense up, his mouth gaping open, his breath coming in deep, sharp gasps, his fingers sinking into the powerful thickness of Phil’s upper arms. Phil swore he could feel his son tightening around him, but illusion or not, there was no question, Jason was gonna bust his nut, and hard. Just as he thought that, Jason let out a hitching, moaning cry, and then hot jets of thick young cum started to spurt up between them, Phil driving his son’s ample, creamy young load out of him hands-free, Jason finding his voice and moaning lustily as he pumped his seed all over his sweaty, clenching musculature. Each orgasmic contraction tightened his hole even more around his father’s thrusting cock, and Phil at last let himself go, growling animalistically as he thrust up hard inside Jason’s clutching depths, and finally blasted off his own long-building cumload.

    As Phil and Jason writhed and shot and moaned, over on the bench, Graham’s hand found his son’s own sticky, leaking, throbbing length between them. With a quick, practiced stroke, he set off a second powerful load from the big linebacker, growling into each other’s mouths as his son started to milk his own paternal load from his big, full balls, drawing it up inside of him just like Jason was doing now, and had been doing for all of them the whole afternoon.

    A little more time passed. The breeze off the water cooled the sweat on heaving chests and sprawled thighs, as the four men spread out, recovering slowly from the epic peaks they’d just scaled together. Jason curled into his father’s side, savoring the press of the man’s lips to his sweaty temple, running his hand idly up and down the thick muscle of his father’s thigh, as Graham and Mike traded slow, lazy kisses nearby.

    “Fuck,” Mike said eventually, breaking the lazy postcoital quiet.

    “Sure did,” Phil chuckled, setting off low laughter among all of them, even Jason.

    Graham stood up, his cock hanging heavy and sticky, stretching his powerful muscles and yawning as he dug around in the cooler for four fresh beers, then handing them out. Jason and Phil sat up to take theirs, Phil easing his arm around his son’s perfect form, pressing a soft kiss to the sweat-salted skin of his tanned young shoulder. They clinked their beer cans together and took long, refreshing drafts of the cool amber liquid.

    “Did me proud, son,” Phil said, voice rich and deep and warm, and Jason smiled at him, a trace of the boy he used to be in it, the pride in a job well done, and a compliment received from the man who mattered most to him.

    “All of us, buddy,” Uncle Graham piped up from the bench, hoisting his beer in the air in salute.

    “Hey now, you got your own Father’s Day present,” Mike groused at his father with a mock frown. “You angling for Uncle Phil’s, too?”

    “Couldn’t hurt,” Uncle Graham shrugged with a grin, shooting a playful, unserious wink at Jason.

    “Yeah, that’s what you said the first time,” Mike grumbled, suppressing a grin of his own.

    “And look where it got us, big guy,” Uncle Graham said, wrapping one big arm round his big kid and drawing him close, kissing the side of his neck. “Right where we all want to be.”

    “Some of us more than others,” Mike said, giving Jason a direct, playful look that made him blush, as all three men turned their attention to him, big smiles masking lustier depths behind them.

    “Ah fuck you,” Jason said, face burning hot as he looked away, hiding a little smile of his own. There was still that part of him that wanted to front a little, and he wondered if it would ever go away, really. But maybe that was part of all this, he reflected, looking out to the quiet waters of the lake as he sipped on his beer. Part of what made it all so deep, so hot. So right.

    “Shit, can we at least eat something first?” Mike chuckled, and as his Dad and Uncle Graham fell into deeper laughter with him, Jason found himself joining in.

    *   *   *   *   *

    The Marina Grill was hopping as dusk fell, ’80s rock playing on the jukebox, sunburned boaters propping up the bar in various stages of sobriety, the smell of grilling meats coming from the kitchen. The crowd was predominantly male, guys of all shapes and sizes and ages winding down from their Father’s Day fun out on the lake, but there were a few women in the mix too. In particular, there was a college-aged duo, a pretty blonde and brunette, long-legged and tanned and dressed in little shorts and tank tops that looked casual, but had surely been selected to display their long legs, toned arms and perky breasts to greatest advantage. Jason had found his gaze returning to them, contemplating, speculating, imagining how they’d look without those tank tops they wore. Found their gazes returning to him, too, friendly smiles shot his way across the bar. Wondering what it might take, if it would even be possible, to see if one of them might want to go on a quiet little walk along the lakeshore with him, and see what happened from there…

    It was weird, though, he reflected, as he stood in line for the restroom. Despite how pretty they were, and despite his usual drives after a day like he’d had today, after all the things he’d done and had done to him, he was finding that urge pretty weak this evening. Still there, but like a guttering flame. A candle burning low. He frowned to himself a little, lost in thought as he waited his turn at the restroom door.

    “The blonde or the brunette?” Mike murmured close behind, and Jason felt the skin on the back of his neck prickle a little. He felt himself blushing, like he’d been caught doing something furtive and forbidden. Pretty fucking funny, considering.

    He shrugged, tried to play it off, looking back past Mike’s shoulder, finding them the only ones in the corridor to the restrooms right then. Thirty feet away, the noise of the bar went on, but for now, it was just the two of them. He felt the faint tickles low and deep inside him again as his nose caught those traces of Mike’s scent, stronger now after a day in the sun, and all the fucking they’d done. They’d all cleaned themselves up a little before pulling anchor and motoring back to the marina, a quick naked dip in the cool water of the cove, but you had to really scrub the particularly thick layer of sex smell off of them, as much as they’d all done together. Despite himself, Jason wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to. A part of him wanted to savor that smell all the way home, hunched down in the backseat of his Dad’s Denali, feeling another irrepressible hardon growing as he let the faint, persistent aromas of mansex fill his nostrils and his head while they still lasted.

    Jason stifled a little sound, tried not to shiver as he felt Mike’s big hand trailing fingers down his spine, down to the small of his back, inching the hem of his polo shirt up so he could draw slow circles in the golden hairs starting to come in above the crack of his ass, just like Mike had had since he was 16. He blushed even harder, knowing what Mike was doing couldn’t really be seen by anybody else, but still. He knew, and Mike knew, and that was all that mattered. He tried shifting away from his cousin, but Mike wouldn’t be denied, his big hand slipping inside the back of Jason’s shorts, as he tried to stifle a gasp, feeling Mike’s long fingers stroking over the curve of his ass.

    “Brunette’s cuter,” Mike murmured to him, sounding closer still. “But the blonde’s giving you the eye, bro.”

    Jason shrugged again, opened his mouth to reply, then closed it tight again to stifle another gasp as Mike’s fingers found their way down to the base of his trunks, to the elastic around the leg, and dug up past it. Seeking out the clammy heat deep down in there, the sticky, cummy humidity in his cleft. Jason clenched his teeth to stop the sound he wanted to make as Mike deftly stroked along his cleft, zeroing in on his hole. Christ, he hoped whoever was in the men’s room didn’t suddenly come out; he had no idea how he’d explain all this. A part of him wouldn’t even want to.

    “Still… I think you could do better, little bro,” his cousin said, husky and deep and sounding just like his father right then. Like both their fathers, and Jason had to suppress another shiver, inside and out. Then he had to quell a full-bore moan as Mike’s finger found his hole, still sticky and moist, and pressed up inside it.

    “A lot better,” Mike murmured quietly to him, as Jason tried at once to fight off the invasion of his finger, and fight the urge to welcome it, too. He could feel Mike’s fingertip swirling, rotating, inviting the flow of the three collected cumloads still inside of him, and oh fuck, if Mike pulled his cock out right here, right now, right in this corridor, all those people just feet away, all those men, he could… he would… fuckkkk…

    “You know better than anybody,” Mike murmured on. “Nobody fucks like your family does, Jasey.”

    Jason bit down another gasp and tried to suppress his shiver. Steeled himself inside, working up his nerve, then turned his head back again to look at his cousin.

    “Thought you wanted to eat something first,” he said, more steadily than he really felt, recalling Mike’s joke on the boat earlier. Well fuck — Jason was ready to show he could play along too.

    “I do,” Mike grinned at him, slowly extracting his hand from inside Jason’s shorts. Jason blushed at the gleam of cum on the tip of Mike’s long middle finger, and outright gasped when his cousin brought it to his own grinning lips and slipped it inside his mouth, sucking it clean, his eyes locked on Jason’s the whole time.

    Mike casually glanced over his shoulder, saw they were still alone, and then slid his big hand all the way back down inside Jason’s shorts, inside his trunks, and probed that long, spit-wet finger back up inside him. This time, Jason didn’t even try to resist him. Hell, his hole even seemed to milk Mike’s thick finger, like it had milked all of their cocks just a little while ago. Mike grinned bigger and let out a low, rumbling growl from deep in his big chest, probing and swirling inside Jason again, before drawing it back out.

    “You should too, little bro,” he said, and god damn, he was so warm and close and brotherly and yet so intense all at once. Jason was full-blown hard in his shorts in seconds. He didn’t even pull back when Mike slid his cummy, funky finger across Jason’s bottom lip, barely hesitated to part his lips and let Mike slip it inside his mouth, tangy and salty and dank with mancum, his family men’s cum, overlaid with the taste of his own ass. Found himself whimpering a little, and suckling on that finger as Mike probed it in and out, thrusting it like a cock past his lips and tongue and nodding slowly as he did, smiling all the while.

    The toilet flushed inside the men’s room, followed by a quick blast of water and the sound of the paper towel dispenser. Almost instantly, Mike retracted his finger and struck a casual pose, as Jason licked his lips and covered his bulging crotch with both hands. The bathroom door opened, and a sunburned older guy came out on slightly unsteady legs, nodding at Jason.

    “Head’s all yours,” he slurred, and made his way past them, back to the bar. Jason stepped past him into the bathroom, and this time it was Mike’s turn to make a surprised noise as Jason reached back to grab the pocket of his shorts and drag him in behind him.

    “Head’s all yours, fucker,” Jason almost snarled, feeling the sudden rush inside of him, the throb of his cock, tasting the salty musky tang of the men and the day on his tongue as he grabbed at the thickening bulge in Mike’s shorts. He almost laughed at the look of surprise on Mike’s handsome face, and then wanted to growl at the lusty grin that quickly followed it.

    “Lock the fucking door, you big dumb fuck,” Jason said, his voice throaty with need as he dropped to his knees on the tile floor, pushing everything else in his head aside as he yanked at his cousin’s fly.

    On the way back to the table 15 minutes later, he chanced a look across the bar, and saw the girls still there, now eyeing him and Mike both. He let his gaze linger on them, their pretty faces, their inviting smiles, the pertness of their tits beneath their tank tops, the way their contrasting coloring complemented each other, and yeah, for a minute there, he could real easily see the both of them, on their knees either side of his big, hard jock cock, competing to see which of them could please him better. He could see it, but for once, he couldn’t really feel it. For the first time in forever, maybe.

    Then he felt the tickle on the inside of his wrist, turning to look at his big cousin walking alongside him, his long fingers casually, subtly tickling against his skin. Giving him a friendly grin, but with a distinct gleam in his eye. Calling his attention back to where it belonged.

    “You good, little bro?” Mike said. Jason thought about that for a second, then slowly nodded.

    “Yeah, I’m good,” he said as they approached the table where his Dad and Uncle Graham awaited them, a round of fresh beers on the table, giving their boys a knowing grin.

    “Have fun, buddy?” Uncle Graham said, as Mike chuckled and Jason fought to suppress the prickling flush creeping up his skin from inside his polo shirt.

    “I guess so,” Phil drawled, fixing Jason with a smiling, deep look. He reached over to the front of Jason’s shirt and swiped at it. “But looks like you missed a spot.”

    Jason glanced down at his father’s thick fingertip, saw the streak of Mike’s cum there, and for a moment, he blushed even harder. He cast his eyes around, wondering if anyone had seen the subtle little gesture, but nobody seemed to have noticed. Not even the girls, who alternated between talking low and close to each other, and glancing his way. He gave them one last look, then turned his back to them, and his attention to his family. Felt the flush of embarrassment subside as he jutted out his strong jaw almost defiantly and looked at each of them.

    “I dunno about you assholes, but I’m hungry,” he said.

    “That’s my boy,” Phil grinned, his eyes twinkling along with it, reaching over to give the big muscles of his son’s shoulder a lingering, warm squeeze.

    “Our boy,” Uncle Graham added, and suddenly it was like the three older guys’ gazes on him had physical weight to go with their quiet, intent heat. He squared his shoulders and gave each of them an almost determined look in return.

    “If you’re lucky,” he said, and damn, he liked how much he sounded like his Dad right then.

    “Day’s not over yet,” said Mike, bumping his big hairy knee against Jason’s under the table and rubbing it up and down against his flesh. Jason nodded at him and took a sip on his fresh beer.

    “So let’s get the food and get the fuck outta here,” he said, savoring the way the three of them subtly shifted in their seats, knowing even after everything today, they were all stirring in their underwear again, just like he was. “I’m ready to go.”

    The End

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