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  • Stuck On You

    As much as I would like something like this to happen to me, this story is entirely a work of fiction. All characters involved in any sexual activity are 18 years of age or older.


    Have you ever been hopelessly attracted to someone you knew you couldn’t have? You’re so enthralled by this person, it’s like you’re being magnetically pulled to them. A person that would make you physically stop if you saw them as stranger in public. Maybe you even become dumb or babble when you try to talk to them. But…they’re off limits. Well, that’s happened to me. In fact, I’m in that kind of situation right now. I know I can’t get the guy that’s always on my mind and it’s driving me crazy. Really, I’m a cerebral, practical man with everyone, except for him. The worst part is, the forbidden aspect only makes him more tempting to me. I wouldn’t say that I’m obsessed (a counterintuitive thing to say, I know), more…seduced. And, call me crazy, but sometimes it feels like he’s very intentionally feeding into my “little” crush.

    I met this guy not too long back, about three ago months, give or take. I work at a mom-and-pop coffee shop and have been for over a year. My mom was friends with the owner back in college, so he knows me too. Heck, I’d say he’s just as much my friend as mom’s. So naturally I got a job there once I learned to drive. Unfortunately, my hours were cut recently, since we’re understaffed and don’t have many customers later in the day. This made paying the rent for my apartment more than a little tight each month. Tired of stressing about making the ends meet, I decided to look for a roommate. I was nervous to say the least of it. I’m a pretty introverted guy and I like having space to myself, so the idea of sharing my unit with someone else wasn’t exactly attractive. Still, it would beat scrounging for cash each month. I mustered up my courage and posted an ad.

    Over the next few weeks, I got a moderate amount of responses. No one was exactly what I was looking for, which wasn’t a surprise, but a few were close enough m, so I invited each of them to look at the place in person and to ask each of them a few more questions. The first was a younger lady. I’m pretty sure she lied about a few things on her application, but I couldn’t blame her. This seemed to be her first time on her own, and I knew full well how intimidating that could be. The second person was a guy who seemed to be a better fit. He didn’t shy away from answering my questions or have any sketchy responses. At least from appearances, he was clean, and didn’t seem to mind my reclusive manner, which I appreciated. As he left, I‘m sure I at least hinted that there was a high probability of him being my new roommate. In hindsight, that was a mistake.

    In my mind, I had already somewhat written off the last applicant. This was both because of the second person I had met and because his form was the least appealing to me personally (which feels odd to say now). However, I knew that wasn’t exactly fair and told myself that I would keep an open mind with him. Little did I know who I was about to meet.

    He arrived a bit after our scheduled meeting time, but I didn’t hold it against him. It can be difficult to find a specific apartment where I live if you’re not familiar with the area. As soon as I heard the doorbell ring, I took a breath in, preparing myself for social interaction, and opened the door. On the other side stood the absolute most attractive man I had ever seen. The first thing I noted was how tall he was. I’m not the biggest guy around, so I’m not the best judge of height, but I knew he must have been at least 6’2”. Second I noticed his build. He wasn’t the most muscular guy I had ever seen, but he was pretty damn close, and looked more real to me than those others. I love muscles on guys, but at a certain point it becomes too much. His hair was styled into a short, slightly messy fade and was in a shade somewhere between ginger and light brown. He had a trimmed beard and mustache, giving him that extra ruggedness to his look. I could call him nothing but an absolute hunk.

    I felt dumbstruck by this man’s appearance. My pulse quickened and I said nothing for just a second too long. Upon recovering, I finally got out a “Hi.”

    “Hey,” he said in a low, friendly voice. “I’m here about the apartment.”

    “H-huh…? Oh, right right!” I said dumbly. “Umm, come on in.” I opened the door further and he stepped inside.

    As the door slammed, he held out his hand. “I’m Cole,” he said cordially.

    Damn…not only was he polite, but even his name was hot. I managed to keep myself together and responded with an introduction of my own. “I’m Kevin. Nice to meet you.” I took his hand and we shook. Unsurprisingly, he had a firm grip. Trying to explain my somewhat odd mannerisms, I said, “Sorry, I’m just a little nervous.”

    “Shouldn’t I be the one that’s nervous?” he said with a chuckle. “Just kidding, I understand. Not everyone is outgoing.”

    It was then that I saw him smile for the first time. That smile…that fucking smile. I’d say that’s what really got me hooked on Cole. That first time I saw him smile, I had dirty thoughts that I’d never had before. I’d been strongly attracted to guys before, and even fantasized about some of them, sure, but this was the fastest that it had ever happened to me by far. I wanted to drop to my knees right in that entranceway, take out this stud’s dick, and suck it like tomorrow didn’t exist. And when I looked up, I wanted to see that sexy, friendly, cocksure, stupid fucking smile.

    With effort, I pushed these thoughts out of my head and maintained a demeanor that was at least close to being socially acceptable. “Y-yeah. I’m glad you get it. Anyway, let me show you around and ask you some questions.”

    “Sounds great!”

    As we toured the apartment, I found out more about my hunky applicant. He was 22 years old, which made him a year older than me. He worked part-time in construction, along with his dad who owned the company, so the job was stable. Cole’s hobbies included sports, primarily football and running, but he enjoyed most of them, camping, and video games, and he had no pets to speak of. I was genuinely hearing all of what he was saying, but I will admit that I had to have him repeat some things, since half of me was only focused on his looks.

    As we reached the spare bedroom, I said, “This is where you would be staying. Not the largest, but my room is the same size and I’ve found comfort there.”

    Cole poked his head in. “Yeah, not the biggest, but it’s an apartment with two bedrooms in my preference area, so I can’t complain, can I?” he joked. “Anyway, the size doesn’t bother me much. I’m sure you guessed, but I’m pretty active, so I won’t be in here too much. I usually like being in the living room while I’m at home anyway.”

    “We’re two very different people,” I quipped.

    “I couldn’t tell,” he retorted smartly.

    Having no specific response, I simply laughed, which he joined in with. Something in me was very pleased with our interactions. Somewhere in my mind I must have been convinced that this playful banter was him flirting with me.

    In any case, I soon recalled another question I wanted to ask “Oh, that just reminded me. How frequently will you be having people over?”

    Cole took a moment before responding, seeming to consider his answer carefully. “I’ll be honest,” he started, “pretty often. But…you won’t have to interact with them.”

    I got the sense that he was trying to imply something, but couldn’t exactly pick up on it. “Hmm? What do you mean by that? I’d want to at least meet your guests.”

    Close let out a breath and said, “Well…okay, I’ll just say it. I have sex with a lot of girls.” As he said that, I suddenly felt deflated. He must have picked up on my sudden drop in emotional state, because he quickly added, “You don’t have to talk to them though. I’ll take ‘em to my room, do the deed, and they’ll be gone by the morning.”

    I felt…hurt somehow. Like this guy that I barely know had betrayed my trust or lied to me somehow. He wasn’t mine at all and just by looks he could have most any girl he wanted. I knew that…and yet, I kept hanging on. “So, I’m guessing you don’t have a girlfriend then,” I found myself blurting out.

    Cole looked a bit surprised that I’d ask that, but answered nonetheless. “No, I don’t. I don’t really look for that kind of stuff. Not for me I guess.” He shrugged.

    “That’s…something I’ll have to consider,” I said, doing a poor job at hiding my feelings.

    We continued the tour, though there wasn’t much left to see, with me in a more aloof state. Finally, we returned to the front door.

    “Well, the place looks great!” Cole said with another smile. That alone was enough to make me noticeably brighten. “I hope you’ll consider me.”

    “I will Cole. Thanks for coming to take a look!” I returned his expression.

    “Should I give you my number so you can get in touch with me?”

    “Oh yeah, almost forgot.” I took out my phone. “What is it?”

    He gave me the number and I typed it in. Just to make sure there were no issues, I sent him a text, which went through quickly.

    Everything confirmed, Cole opened the door to leave. As he walked outside, he turned around and said, “I…hope to see you again Kevin.” Then…he winked. He fucking winked at me.

    I can’t remember anything from the moments after that happened other than my heart skipping a beat. I think I stammered our some stupid response and slammed the door, but I can’t be sure of the exact contender of the sentence. As soon as the door was closed and I was sure Cole couldn’t hear me, I took several deep breaths in. It felt like I had forgotten how to breathe for a couple of seconds.

    The rest of my day played out with me in some sort of daze. I was literally unable to stop thinking about him. My thoughts were not explicitly sexual, but I just couldn’t get him out of my head. It was about dinner time when Cole left, so I was going to prepare myself some food. The next thing I knew, though, I was in my room with no food. And, as I closed the door, my dick swelled more quickly than it ever had before. I knew what I was about to do. I was ashamed of it, but too horny to care. I sat on my bed in an almost drunken state, feeling like I was being controlled, and pushed down my shorts. My erection stood firm, not concerned about any objections my more logical head could have. I got my cock out as quickly as I could and wrapped my hand around it.

    “Ah!” I yelped in pleasure. I had never been that sensitive before. I slowly began jerking it. It had never felt this good. “C-Cole…” I said out loud. I went faster, but barely registered the change. It was different from regular masturbation…like I was living in a fantasy. “Cole! A-ah!” I was thinking of that smile and that wink. That was all I could think of. “Cole! Please…please!” The hand massaging my rod stopped feeling like my own. It was Cole jerking me off. The strong grip on my cock was his. “Plea-aaah! C-c-c…” I couldn’t articulate…I was no longer in control of my body. Lust completely engulfed me. My legs began to spread. I could feel him between my legs. Smiling down at me. Making me a complete mess with just a look. I could feel him…fucking me. “AH! B-big…so fucking big…” My entire body tensed. “C-COLE!” I screamed as I came. Ropes upon ropes of cum surged out, covering my thighs, bed, and my shirt, which I hadn’t taken off. As soon as I stopped cumming, I laid all the way out. I was exhausted.

    A few hours later, I woke up with a headache…and a boner. Still low on energy and coated in my own cum, I put my underwear back on, just to have some coverage, and took off my shirt. In the laundry it went. I then set upon cleaning up elsewhere. The sheets were heavily stained with my seed as well, so I decided they should join my shirt in the hamper. After finishing my task, I slowly walked myself to the bathroom. As I waited for the water of the shower to heat up, I slipped my underwear off. I was still at least half hard. I had just had possibly the most intense orgasm of my life…I hadn’t thought of Cole or anything sexual through cleaning up my mess, as I had to focus my energy in the task…and there I was, still half hard. I sighed, ignoring my penis, and took my shower. When I got out, I realized that I’d forgotten to get myself new clothes.

    The next day, I woke up in a somewhat better state, both physically and mentally. Now with my clear head, I was embarrassed. I had acted a fool all of yesterday and jacked off to a man I hardly knew. A straight man at that. There was a part of me that thought it wasn’t unusual to do what I had done, that it was normal to jerk off to a hot person. The majority of me knew, though, that I hadn’t simply masturbated to the thought of a hot person. No, I had a vivid fantasy about a hot person that gave me one of the most powerful feelings of pleasure I’d ever experienced. I wasn’t sure that was okay, but I didn’t want to think about it. Driving those thoughts away for the time being, I got up to make myself breakfast, starving, as I hadn’t eaten dinner last night.

    The first call I made was to the woman who I’d interviewed. Just to prepare myself to reject Cole. I carefully told her why I didn’t choose her and wished her luck in finding another place to live. She graciously thanked me for my consideration, but I could tell that she was upset. I hung up the phone, dreading the next call I had to make. I almost pushed on Cole’s name several times, but each time I hesitated.

    “Come on!” I told myself. “Why are you so stuck on him? He’s not the best roommate choice for you, not to mention he’s straight! You wouldn’t have a chance with him anyway. Call and reject him, that’s all you have to do. Just say ‘I’m sorry, but I’ve chosen a different roommate.’ That’s all! It’s that easy.” I knew, though, that it wasn’t easy.

    I forced myself to tap on the name. The phone rang once…twice… and, just as I was bringing to hope that he wouldn’t pick up, I heard a click.

    “Hello?” said a low voice.

    “H-hi Cole, it’s Kevin.” I was shaking. I wanted to slap myself.

    “Hey,” he chortled, “what’s up?”

    “Well…” I felt like I was going to gag. I was physically unable to get the words out. But then…my body seemed to relax. I knew what I was going to say. Even before I made the call, I think I knew. It wasn’t the right decision, but it was the only one I could make. Cheerfully, I said “I have some good news for you.”


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  • My College Buddy’s 18 year-old Son

    To get the full flavor of this series, I recommend that the reader check the previous episodes or by going to the author profile for Mighty Mouth.


    My name is Bobby. My best college buddy phoned me to ask if his 18 year old son Richard could stay with me for a few days. It turned into a few months.

    To continue the story: A few nights after Richard sucked my dick for the first time and admitted that he was gay, he announced, “I’ve set it up with that guy from the gym I told you about. When is it convenient for you?”

    A”You know that I do nothing at night but smoke a cigar, drink brandy, and muse on my terrace. Any night is OK. And what’s he like?”

    “Well, he lifts weights just like me and is muscular. I don’t know whether he is gay or not, but we’ll find out. How about tomorrow at 7 p.m.?”

    “That’s fine by me,” I answered.

    So the next day promptly at 7, Richard appeared with his friend. He introduced him as Kevin and said I was his uncle, a liberal guy who is willing to touch on any subject. “Humm, quite a looker,” I thought to myself. I wondered how Richard would introduce the subject. Richard offered Kevin a whiskey, which he accepted.

    After some chit-chat, Richard asked Kevin, “Do you know that obvious faggot who is always smelling around in the weight room?”

    “Of course,” Kevin replied. “He’s so queer, and doesn’t care who knows it. He tries to put the make on everybody.”

    “He’s also nuts,” I added. “He says crazy things like ‘I never suck off a guy with dirty fingernails.’” Or when someone asked him how he breathes with a cock down his throat, “I breathe through my shit chute,” he answered sassily. He calls himself Aida Brown [translation: I suck and take it up the ass]. Once he said to me, “That guy has a big dick but no brains.”

    I replied, “You’re not gonna suck his brains!” One day he exclaimed to me that “I’m exhausted. I was pressing sheets all morning.”

    “You must have had lots of sheets,” I told him.

    “No I was getting screwed on the bed,” he answered proudly.

    “Once he said, “I used to suck on a gin bottle. But I found something more satisfying to suck.”

    Richard asked Kevin, “Would you let that faggot give you a blow job?”

    “Hell no, not even if he was the last person left to do it.”

    “But you do like blowjobs, don’t you?” Richard queried.

    “Who doesn’t?” Kevin answered. “But it has to be the right person.”

    “What if I told you that my Uncle Bobby is a great cocksucker? He sucks me off almost every day.”

    Astonished, Kevin remarked, “Wow, that’s a surprise. He doesn’t look the type.”

    “Wanna watch him blow me?” Richard asked.

    “Hey, whatever turns you on,” Kevin answered.

    That was my cue to get up from my chair and walk over to Richard’s, promptly taking out Richard’s cock and going to town, while Kevin watched, keenly interested. After a minute or so, Richard asked Kevin, “Do you want him to try that on you?” Kevin didn’t reply, but nodded his head yes.

    Like a trained puppy, I went to Kevin’s chair, and took out his dick.

    “Wow, you’ve got a big one,” I said gleefully, promptly swallowing Kevin’s hardening cock.

    Then the plot thickened. Richard went over to Kevin’s chair, knelt down, and took Bobby’s mouth off Kevin’s knob, promptly sucking Kevin. Kevin was dumbfounded.

    ‘You really surprised me,” Kevin mumbled to Robert.

    Richard and I started alternating. Luckily, Richard caught Kevin’s load.

    After we got tidied up, Richard asked Kevin. “Did you enjoy it?”

    “Sure did,” was the reply.

    “You are welcome to do a repeat any time,” Richard assured him.

    “Thanks. I’ll take you up on that,” Kevin enthused.

    Kevin started visiting on alternating days. Some days Robert would blow him, other days it was my turn. Sometimes Richard and I alternated. Kevin never reciprocated, so we couldn’t be sure whether he was gay or straight. But one day I boldly asked him if he had a girl friend.

    He replied, “Not yet.” Then we knew.

  • Spanked and fucked

    In 1959 I left school at 17 and went to work in the city. I boarded with a widow and her 25 year old son Pete. Despite the money I was paying for my board Pete resented me. He was a big masculine man who worked at the local quarry. I worked in an office and read books which gave Pete more reasons to dislike me.

    One wet Sunday my landlady was out. Pete and I were in the kitchen, the warmest room in the house. He suddenly began talking about the hidings he used to get from his late father. That he was talking to me at all was wonder enough but spankings were my secret fetish as a result of eight years spent at a strict boarding school where my bottom had been caned frequently by prefects and masters alike.  It had reached a point where having to present my bottom to an older male and have him apply considerable hurt to it gave me sexual pleasure. Not at the time while the pain was being inflicted but later in the solitude of my dormitory bed when the stinging hurt dwindled into a warm glowing feeling I’d have a wank and the sensation when I came was the best, ever.

    I had been really conflicted by this need so listening to Pete talking about his experiences showed me I was not alone.

    When I could get a word in edgeways I told the big man about my school canings.

    “Did you get it on your bare arse?” he enquired.

    “Usually on the seat of my shorts or pyjamas”.

    Pete looked at me thoughtfully.

    “I could give you a bare-arse belting if you like”.

    Rather shyly I nodded my head.

    We walked through to Pete’s bedroom. He threw some pillows on the end of the bed and told me to drop my shorts and underpants. I obeyed him and then lay on top of the pillows, my bare bottom sticking up in the air. Despite my landlady’s best efforts, Pete’s bedding smelt of sweat and stale farts. I could see him in the mirror on the dresser. He unlooped his heavy leather work belt and doubled it.

    The man then got to work tenderising my backside. The leathering he gave me hurt like hell. I yelped after each fresh lick and was very relieved when he finally dropped his belt. 

    “You’re a tough little rooster”, he said, affectionately. 

    His big hands felt the considerable heat coming off my scorched backside. A finger explored my crack and touched my virgin hole. He penetrated me, stretching the muscle. 

    “Strewth you’re tight”, he marvelled. “I’m as horny as hell. Can I f– ,er, make love to you?”

    “You’ll be the first”, I told him. 

    Pete reached under the bed and retrieved a jar of petroleum jelly. He lubricated my hole before dropping his trousers and underpants. His big cock was stiff as a poker. He lathered the jelly over this monster and then I felt the fleshy knob push against my secret place. With a grunt he slammed his man-meat up my shitter until he was fully inside me.

    It felt like a huge fleshy pole had invaded my guts. Nothing that big had ever been in there before, not even coming out.

    Pete fucked me with passion. The stretched pain of my sphincter was soon forgotten as the big man connected with his bratty lodger in the most obscene, intimate way two men can be together. He took his time but eventually shouted ‘FUCK!” and his man-seed splattered my bowels.

    Afterwards, he pulled out of me. He used a towel to wipe his deflating penis and then pulled up his clothes.

    “Here – sit on this”, he commanded. He produced a potty from under the bed and placed it on top. I  sat on the cold marble pot and felt his spunk ooze out of my sorely-stretched hole. The big man then tenderly wiped my bottom clean.

    “You’ll do”, he said.

    “Did I bleed?” 

    He showed me the contents of the potty and the towel. There was no blood and I was relieved about that.

    When Pete’s mother returned home she found her two ‘boys’ sitting at the kitchen table playing cards. She was thrilled to see us getting on so well together. Little did she know one of her ‘boys’ had a well-exercised right arm while the other was sitting on a very sore bottom. 

    Pete and I had other adventures. He had a steady girlfriend but she was very religious.

    “Won’t let me even stinky finger her” he complained. I pretended I knew what he was talking about. Happy days !

  • Hung Straight Guys With Movie Star Good Looks

    Thank you guys for reading my stories and all the compliments and comments! I love the attention you guys are giving my work! Please continue the comments and voting!

    Regular typeface = Connor’s thoughts

    Bold typeface = Alan thoughts


    So after the episode where I had dried humped Connor’s hot, muscular and hairy butt, and then I shot my huge load all up into his crack, Connor made himself scarce for a couple of days. I didn’t bother him about it, as I was pretty sure that his little head would overrule whatever problems his big head was having with what we’d been up to the last few weeks. I felt the need to cut him some slack as I was figuring my way through being gay, and he wasn’t, he was just a willing participant for my new found lust.

    I knew that Connor enjoyed the things I did to his butt a lot more than he probably would have preferred to, but I know he enjoyed them. I’m sure that must have messed with his head a bit, by the way, he moaned and carried on as I licked my load of cum from his hairy crack and butthole, I was sure he’d be back soon! I was right!

    It was only three days after the event that featured Connor’s hot butt until he showed up again after classes and asked if I wanted to go for a run. Of course, I agreed and within about three minutes it was as if nothing had happened.

    The run was great as usual and when we were finished we headed to my house as usual, then went downstairs to my man cave, as usual, we grabbed a couple of waters as usual, and what had recently become usual I asked Connor if he wanted some head, and as had also become usual he answered yes and started dropping his clothes.

    Once he was naked I pushed him toward the couch as I was removing my clothes and I got down between his spread legs and just before slurping his sweaty and hairy balls into my mouth I said, “I hope what went on with your butt the last time didn’t freak you out!”

    He waited a few seconds and said, “No, it didn’t really freak me out, but I don’t think I’m ‘really’ into having my butt played with that much.”

    I grinned up at him with my mouth full of his balls and said, “Wow dude sure could have fooled me!” It was pretty muffled, but I knew, that he understood what I said.

    Even Connor kind of chuckled at that! “Well my cocksucking friend, you are supposedly the one who wants to get fucked, so how did I end up ‘almost’ having ‘your’ big dick in ‘my’ butt?”

    I let Connors balls drop from my mouth, then licked his cock from the base to the tip, then I smiled and said, “Well if I crossed a line or took advantage of you I’d be happy to apologize,“ then I licked down his cock from the head to the base, “but please don’t hesitate to put me in the position of almost having a cock in ‘my’ butt, as it appeared pretty fucking amazing from where I was!”

    “Alright asshole, I’ll admit, it felt damn amazing, I just kind of felt as if I was going down a path that I really didn’t want to go, you know?”

    “Yeah buddy, I understand. I’m not saying we’re in the same place, but I definitely feel your anxiety about a different path!”

    “Yeah, sorry Al…I guess I didn’t think this all the way through, I was only thinking about me, and I’ll admit it kind of scares me how much I liked what you did to my butt, not to mention my cock, it’s kind of scary buddy!”

    Alan looked up at me kind of worried and said, “But what I’m doing to your cock is okay, right?”

    “Oh hell buddy, I don’t know if I’ll ever stop wanting you to suck my cock, you are truly amazing, so let’s just concentrate on that for now, if that’s okay?”

    Over the next few weeks I sucked Connor’s beautiful cock every day, sometimes more than once, we both enjoyed it, and it worked. Of course, over time I stopped doing my hands-free cum every time he shot a load into my mouth, but I did shoot a lot of times when I deep-throated him, and we kept working on that!

    In no time everything with Alan and me was back to normal, and his sucking my cock every day had now become normal and we were both loving it. Everything would have been fine except I couldn’t get that dry humping scene with Alan out of my mind! He had licked my hole like a champ and then feeling his big cock sliding up and down my crack, but more than that rubbing right up on my hole felt fucking amazing! It was to the point where I was sure, had I not recently cum and already cum several times that day, I would have shot my load, it was that good, and that bothered me!

    I was glad we were concentrating on Alan deep throating my cock, I enjoy every second of it. I mean the worst head Alan gave me was still 10 times better than the head any chick had ever given me, and when he took my cock into his throat that was euphoric, and another good thing about it is that would make Alan cum, so I didn’t have to worry about doing something to help get him off!

    But something in my mind told me I was going to have to deal with that sooner or later. It wasn’t like in the beginning when he would just get to lick my cock and he would shoot, I wondered how responsible I was going to feel for Alan getting off when his deep throating my cock didn’t automatically trip his trigger.

    I was glad Connor had calmed down about my ‘as he called it’ dry humping him. But I’m going to tell you, there was nothing dry about it at all. Since I had shot a huge load of cum all over his muscled butt I was licking it off. When I got into his crack I just went wild! There really wasn’t much cum in there, but I licked it for all I was worth.

    I’m sure there are plenty of people who will just think this is totally gross, but Connor’s ass is one of the best asses I’ve ever seen! He has nice, full, round, muscular glutes, that have indentations on the sides, they are round from top to bottom, firm as hell, the cheeks are fuzzy and so tight I almost had to pry them apart to expose his hairy crack and hole!

    Now if you think the cheeks sound hot you would have to see his crack. The cheeks are fuzzy, but the crack is hairy! It is all this beautiful, thick, shiny, curly man hair! There is just no other way to describe it. There is just a thick swatch of hair from the top to the bottom of his deep crack, which is somewhat pink, and the swath of hair gets thicker and more intense as it runs across his taint, and he is fur-covered to the back of his ball sack.

    Then there is the stink, as many people call it, stink!

    I don’t call it to stink, or odor, more like an aroma, a scent, yes a man scent! I’ve already given my opinion on manscent and the aromas of the male human body! All I can say to Mother Nature is “Great Job!” Seriously, the male body is loaded with so many hormones and pheromones it’s a wonder that people aren’t fucking in the streets! I couldn’t believe how great Connor’s crotch smelled the first time I sucked his cock, but now that my face has been in his ass, holy fuck! It makes me think that nature wants men to fuck each other up the ass or why would a man’s ass crack smell so fucking amazing.

    Now don’t talk to me about bad smells or poop! That is not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about the amazing way that a man’s body increases in a lot of scents throughout the day!

    So yes, now I’m obsessed with Connor’s round, hot, hairy, muscular man ass! I pretty much kept to just sucking and licking his cock and balls, and even avoided his taint as he had kind of freaked out about me sliding my cock up and down his crack, but we both knew he was mostly freaked out about how much he loved it!

    There was no getting around it, Alan was giving me the most amazing sex I’ve ever had! Even if it was all oral, and even if it was with another guy, it was fucking amazing!

    I kind of freaked out on how much I got off on Alan licking and then humping my butt, but it was fucking awesome! It gave me amazing feelings that I’d never had before and I wanted him to do it again, but it was awfully close to getting butt fucked, and it was “really” gay. I know, I know, I justified letting him suck my cock because it was so fucking great, and, I was not the one sucking cock, I was just laying back and letting someone do it to me…I know…I know, either it’s gay or it isn’t.

    But now there was another issue, at least it was an issue for me, Alan hadn’t mentioned it. At first, Alan was so excited to have a cock in his mouth, every time he sucked me off, he’d shoot his load too! It was surprising at first, but also pretty hot! But, now that wasn’t happening every time, and I felt some kind of an obligation to see that Alan got off too, but how would that happen? I didn’t want to think about it, so I just kept moving forward letting Alan suck my cock anytime he offered!

    The next few weeks were fine for us both us, I felt that we had gotten past Connor being upset about the butt play, so I stayed away from that area of his body and just concentrated on his cock and balls. I wasn’t sure if it was my new obsession with Connor’s butt or if sometimes I felt as if he was moving so that my tongue or my mouth would go toward at least his taint. Finally, after a hot session of sucking his cock Connor collapsed on the bed and it almost looked like he was posing. So as I passed him to go to the bathroom I smacked his firm ass and said, “You know this thing doesn’t get any worse looking, so if you ever decide you want it licked again, or something, just let me know!”

    “Umpff!” was all he said.

    When I returned from the bathroom he was still laying there, and I’m pretty sure his legs were spread just a bit wider, I pretended not to notice, but as I came closer he pushed his gorgeous, hairy, rounded, dimpled, muscle butt up a few inches higher, and said, “Well too bad we just came back from a run, because I’m sure it’s all sweaty and smelly…” “And just the way I like it!” I cut him off!

    “Really Alan, you really want to lick it all sweaty like that?”

    “Hell yes, Con, I told you that, your sweat and man scent are amazing!”

    “Well, I guess we can try it again, I really did like it, but it was pretty close to getting fucked, and I’m pretty sure I don’t want to get fucked, so as long as you don’t go any farther than last time, let’s do it!”

    “Con are you sure…it kind of freaked you out last time, and I don’t want things to get weird between us!”

    “Al, you have done so many things to make me feel great, and you have just kept on giving me amazing head every day and more if I want it, I need to do things to help you get off and feel as amazing as you make me feel, so hell yeah buddy, let’s do this!”

    Even I knew that wanting Alan to enjoy himself was an excuse to get the feelings and pleasure I got the last time Alan worked over my butt. I wanted it again, I just didn’t want to feel so gay about it, and letting on that it was for Alan’s pleasure kind of helped me get through it!

    Wow, Connor admitted he wanted me to lick and play with his butt again, even though he said it was for my pleasure, I knew he wanted this, and what was hotter is that I also knew he was totally awake this time! He even gave permission to hump him again and rub my cock on his hole as he said, “just don’t go any farther than last time!”

    I decided to be “very” sensual, “very” slow, and communicate the entire time of what Connor was feeling, and what he liked and what scared or freaked him out this time, so that maybe we could do it more often without his fears coming on so strong!

    Here I was heading down the road again to Alan playing with my butt again, I wanted it, but there was that fear again!

    “You know what Alan, let’s get buzzed a bit! I think I can relax into this a lot better if I get some buzz on, let’s chug a couple of beers and do a few bong rips!”

    “Okay, you sure, I kind of felt like I’d taken advantage of you last time, so I thought you might want to be totally sober.”

    “Ahh buddy, I know you didn’t take advantage of me, if I hadn’t been enjoying it, I would have told you to stop, it felt good Alan, too good, that’s why I got scared about it!”

    “Okay Connor, you don’t have to twist my arm to get buzzed, you roll a joint and I’ll get the beers!”

    I made myself cool my jets, I wanted this to be yet again the hottest thing Connor had ever done sexually! Did I want to fuck my best friend’s gorgeous, hairy, muscle butt? YES!

    But I had to keep in mind that as far as he or I know, this man really is straight! Does he enjoy his butt being played with? YES!

    So I wanted to make this a hot and sensual experience, I just didn’t want him to be shitfaced and/or drunk so that he could blame whatever happens on the buzz, and I didn’t want to take him so far that he would freak out, I wanted him to want this or some version of it again and again!

    I know it sounds like I’m being selfish, but I also know that Connor ‘really’ enjoys butt play! So my plan was to give him amazing pleasure, but not too much so that he would definitely want more because it would be even hotter if he asked for more!

    This was going to happen and I was excited to experience the butt play pleasure again, but I was a bit apprehensive that this might mean I’m at least somewhat gay. I LOVE pussy, and I LOVE tits and I like a lot of things about the fairer sex, but I had hardly tried to date since Alan started blowing me. I mean it is the perfect set up! We’re best buds, we know everything about each other, we agree on many things, we enjoy the same recreational sports together, we’ve taken a couple of trips together, hell since high school with him having the entire basement of his parent’s house we almost lived together. So it was great that we had all of this sexual pleasure together too. But what had started off as just a blowjob several months ago had escalated to a couple of blowjobs a day, and some other things thrown in.

    Some other things had happened and some of those things had affected me! Alan hadn’t even mentioned the last dry humping session until I brought it up. Mostly it amounted to me loving the feeling of my best friend, who is somewhat of a Bradley Cooper/Chris Hemsley look-a-like, having his hairy muscled body and big hard cock rubbing against my body. What was more threatening than that was the fact that we had actually kissed, and if he had kept kissing and sucking on my neck, shoulder, and ear, I might have just let him fuck me! I guess that was part of why it was so scary because I knew that!

    Connor, I think I have an amazing idea that will help us both!”

    “What’s that?”

    “Well, I’m stumbling through deciding whether or not I’m gay right?”

    “Well, yeah.”

    “Okay, so it has led us to some territory where we are continually analyzing what is gay and what isn’t right?”

    “Well, yeah!”

    “Okay, you’re the one who studied psychology, but what if…well what if, just for today, or a week, or for however long you/we want to, we take the labels off?”

    “Alan, I don’t get it, what do you mean?”

    “Well what if we just decided that for some period of time, we don’t analyze what’s gay and what isn’t, what if we just determined, what feels good and what doesn’t? I can see that working Connor, we can look at it as the experiment it is, and you can always say stop, and I will immediately stop!”

    “So what if I wanted to dry hump you too, you’d be up with that?”

    “Sure buddy, you know I would, I’ve already told you that!”

    “Alan, you know that last time, you came really close to your cock slipping into my ass, right? I ‘really’ don’t want that to happen, but if it was the other way around you ‘would’ want it to happen, right?”

    “Fuck yeah, buddy! I need to know some things, and finding out if I enjoy a cock in my butt is one of them!”

    I was pretty agreeable to Alan’s suggestions. I was pretty agreeable to slipping my cock into his hot, blonde, hairy, muscle butt, although a few weeks ago, my answer to that would have been ‘no way’, but something in me really wanted the repeat of Alan rubbing his body and hard cock against me, even though calling it an experiment still made me feel gay, and heading down a path I didn’t think I wanted to go.

    “But Alan, you have to promise me you will stop the second I tell you to if I don’t like you on top of me this time!”

    “I promise Connor!”

    “…and, you have to understand if we get to a point when I’m on top of you and need to stop, it’s not against you, it just means that I just can’t do it, but I don’t want to hurt your feelings, you can be good with that?”

    Holy Fuck! Connor was not only agreeing to more of my humping him, he was laying out the guidelines for him possibly fucking me! It was sweet how he was making sure he didn’t hurt my feelings if it didn’t go well! I was certain he had never been so considerate of any girls that he banged!

    “Connor, this is all an experiment, there can be no hard feelings, you are being so fucking amazing at helping me explore through this. Connor, I don’t know any other man on this planet who would be so understanding of this! Hell yes, I might be disappointed if something doesn’t work out well, but we won’t know until we try, and I certainly won’t hold it against you if you can’t or don’t want to do something!”

    So now we had kind of a game plan. I think this is going to get even more amazing, as Conner wants to experience more, and figuring out to NOT call anything gay, sure takes a lot of pressure off of our explorations!

    Wow, now that Alan had come up with the idea NOT to label anything as gay, it seemed to open up a lot more options. We are best friends, for years, we’ve done everything together for all of our lives, why not this, and we both knew it would fall under the rules of “Whatever happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas!” I was really excited about more exploring now!

    We both agreed that we needed a good strong buzz. We decided that we’d spend the night in and order pizza later, that way no one had to drive and we could get as buzzed as we wanted.

    Conner seemed really excited and more relaxed about this than he had been since we started. I was rolling a big joint and he came over with 2 beers, and said, “Wait for the surprise!”

    He turned around and walked away and dug in the freezer and pulled out a hidden bottom of Jim Beam! Holy shit, now I knew we were going to get buzzed!

    I had hidden a 1.75 of Jim Beam at the bottom of Alan’s family freezer a few weeks ago. I had scored it from a buddy, and Alan and I both LOVED a couple of shots of icy cold J.B., this seemed like as good of an occasion as any to pull it out.

    A few minutes later we were deep into installing our buzz with big tokes, beers, and ice-cold shots of Jim Beam. I was feeling warm all over and I could feel both of us relaxing. I had just traded Connor for the joint and handed him the bottle of Beam. After I took a rip and he took a shot, I looked at him and smiled, Connor smiled back and I knew things were relaxing a lot.

    I couldn’t help it and I put my arm around my best buddy’s shoulders and pulled him to me and kissed his cheek as we occasionally did when we might get a bit sappy about our feelings for each other.

    I took another shot and handed the bottle to Connor and said, “You know I love you like a brother, and I always will, but I do want you to know that I totally realize how lucky I am to have not only one of the hottest men I know, but my best fucking friend to experiment with, and Connor I want this to always make you happy, and give you all the pleasure I possibly can, because what you’re doing for me here is, well just fucking amazing, and I love you for it!”

    Connor smiled at me and said, “You know I love you too buddy, and don’t worry, I get LOTS of pleasure out of the things you do to me, as you know part of what makes me conflicted is that it’s almost too much pleasure. Alan, you give me the most incredible pleasure of my life!”

    Connor looked at me and smiled and then he leaned in just a bit and kissed me on the cheek as I had done to him. I turned and looked at Connor and smiled, he smiled back but didn’t move away. I looked into his eyes for a few more seconds, and he said, “Experiment?” I didn’t respond and then he moved in and brushed his lips against mine.

    That was amazing! He moved back a bit, but I didn’t and in a few seconds, he pecked my lips again, then smiled and said, “Okay, I guess that will get this experiment started!”

    Wow, I was getting loosened up! Who wouldn’t be with the beer, the cannabis, and the Jim Beam, we were cruising toward an amazing buzz! We just didn’t know that by letting down some guards, we were also cruising to some amazing sex!

    Alan said, “Hey, one more thing we haven’t done this in a while!” First we each took another shot of the ice-cold Jim Beam, then he turned the joint around and placed the lit end into his mouth, pursed his lips, and blew me one hell of a shotgun! He handed me the joint and I blew him a big cloud that he easily inhaled, but our lips were so close I went ahead and gave him another peck right on the lips!

    I seemed to really relax into Alan’s idea about not labeling anything as gay. I was the one who studied psychology, and he was the one with the idea of labels. My mind immediately registered that if we stopped labeling what we were doing, there wasn’t a lot of concern. Alan and I knew each other well enough to be 100 percent certain that neither of us would ever talk about this experimenting to anyone else ever!

    So, as long as I didn’t judge myself, we could try anything we wanted to try!

    I guess Alan got my vibe because he leaned in again for another peck, but then he smiled and started moving down my body. Everything he touched felt as if it lit up, there was as strong sensitivity and I guessed it was because at least for now, I was somewhat relaxed.

    Alan was grazing his nose and his facial hair against my pecs and my nipples and my nipples got as hard as they’ve ever been. Alan mumbled, “Connor, I love touching your hot body, I love every part of you, and every part of you is exceptional! I have had the pleasure of looking at your body for many years and watching you transform from a boy to a man, in some very good ways!”

    “Well for a dude Alan, you’re damn hot too!”

    Alan looked up at me and smiled and our faces started moving closer to each other, with both of us smiling. I had a tingling in my belly and in my balls that kept increasing in intensity the closer our faces were! I looked Alan right in the eyes and said, “No labels?” He looked back, started slowly shaking his head no, and said, “No labels ever!”

    Before I knew it our lips were together, soon our chests where together and soon I was laying down on the couch with Alan on top of me, and our lips hadn’t separated. I didn’t feel any fear, just love, and lust, stronger than anything I’d ever felt!

    Wow, the fact that my blonde, hairy, muscular body was laying on top of and almost grinding against Connor’s dark-haired, muscular body was one of the most amazing things that had happened in my life! I had laid on top of a woman like this, but now, with Connor, there was almost an electric current running through us, and I could only hope that the thick head of his rigid cock was feeling the pleasant energy running through it like it mine was.

    Who knew, after all these years of being friends, almost brothers that our bodies being connected like this could cause such a flow of energy? I was astounded and more turned on than I’d been in my entire life. I knew I had to do something, and I slowly moved my lips against Connors, and he responded. Slowly I edged my tongue against his lips, and there was a slight hesitation and then they parted.

    Holy fuck! What was this? This was almost exactly what I had been afraid of happening! I felt so warm and secure lying under Alan, and so fucking hot and turned on at the same time. I almost couldn’t believe that when his tongue touched my lips I allowed it to enter my mouth. I know we had kind of been here before, but last time it was all tied up with his hot body against mine and his cock rubbing my butt. I guess this was somewhat similar, but I was a totally willing participant and so fucking turned on!

    “Alan, is this gay?”

    “No Connor, this is just an experiment, nothing gay is going to happen tonight, or ever, at least in the space of this basement, there are no labels! Are you enjoying this Connor?”

    “Oh Alan, so much, too much, no not too much, so much!”

    “Good Connor, then let’s continue, and remember you can do whatever you want, and you can stop whenever you want!”

    Alan’s lips came back to mine, and I can honestly say, that I’ve never kissed anyone who was so fucking good at kissing, ever! His lips were lightly moving against mine and occasionally his tongue would slip passed my lips, it was all so beautiful I just wanted it to continue! I just let it happen. I wanted to feel his body, his form, his shape. I slowly raised my hands to his waist and slowly moved them up his lats, for the first time ever feeling his form, taking in the hot shape of his masculine, sculptured body!

    Our bodies were moving against each other kind of in a rhythm, it was so nice, it felt perfect. He slowly moved down me, kissing my neck, which drove me crazy, then paying lots of attention to my pecs, then my hard-on nipples, he also licked each ab muscle individually, and it was so hot to know that someone who knew how difficult to develop and maintain abs it was so hot for him to almost be worshipping them!

    Alan didn’t miss my belly button and by then my cock was just below it and I could feel it leaking. There wasn’t one cell in my body that wasn’t enjoying the smoking hot attention of the movie star good looking muscle stud!

    I took a long slow deep breath and relaxed as Alan started making wet “x” marks up the shaft of my turgid cock to just below the head, and then in one wet swipe, he took his talented tongue back down the shaft to my balls.

    Alan used his hands on me and I needed to touch him, but from this position, all I could do was basically cradle his head. As I exhaled again, I whispered, “No labels…”

    Alan just nodded!

    Connor was seemingly in some kind of blissful state and I was loving it. As much as I was enjoying what I was doing, feeling, smelling and tasting, I was loving putting Connor in this blissful state, and I had just started, this was just the warm-up, but I think Connor had relaxed so much into the “no labels” thought process, he was enjoying even more pleasure than he had ever allowed himself.

    Alan was making me feel so fucking amazing, I was almost coming out of my “no labels” trance. I was just laying here realizing that even the best, most intense sex I’d had with any chick paled in comparison to what I was feeling right now, and we weren’t even really having sex.

    I just took another breath, and whispered “No labels.” Alan pulled away from licking my balls and whispered back, “No labels buddy ever, just relax and enjoy, and see how much pleasure I can give you, I want that Connor, I really do enjoy giving you intense pleasure!”

    “Well buddy, that may be why you’re so good at it, because I’ve never felt this good in my entire life!”

    That made me really happy, and by now I had both of Connor’s hairy balls in my mouth massaging them with my tongue, and I ran my hands up over his abs, then his pecs, teased his nipples just a bit and he was moaning.

    I was still reveling in the way that Alan was making me feel when he raised up slightly and drug his hairy muscled body up against mine. First I felt my cock and balls slide into the hairy valley between his big pecs, and then each hairy muscled abs as he kept moving up toward me more. When our faces were even he came in for a kiss and after our lips met, they soon parted for our tongues to test each other out. I was surprised when Alan kept moving up my body as I felt his hard cock press slightly against mine and then start moving slowly up my abs, as now his hairy chest drug slightly over my lips, and yes, I kissed his nipple as it went by.

    I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but I even thought that if Alan moved up far enough it might be interesting to feel his bush, cock, and balls drag across my lips too. But that wasn’t Alan’s plan, he rested himself on one arm and reached for the bottle of Jim Beam with his other hand. He told a big swig and handed it to me and I also took a big swig.

    I handed the bottle back to Alan and he handed me the joint and then the lighter. In this position, I was staring right into Alan’s gorgeously sculpted but hairy abs, and it was definitely a sight to behold! His full bush and throbbing cock were close by too, but as soon as I lit the joint took a toke and handed it to him, he moved back down a bit. Soon he took his hit, turned the joint around, and blew me another huge shotgun! I returned the favor and that was the end of the joint!

    Alan smiled down at me, rubbed his cock against mine, and said “No labels?” I smiled and said, “No labels.” He lowered his face to mine and there was an amazing kiss. He seemed to be able to read me very well, as he broke the kiss before it became uncomfortable for me and started working his way down to my still leaking cock again!

    Then I felt him licking in a stripe back up my body and brought his mouth to mine in an open mouth kiss, there was an interesting taste, fuck I think I had just gotten a taste of his and my precum mixed from his cock trailing up and down my body!

    He smiled, then drug his hot lips back down my body and licked my cock and balls, and then started sucking my cock and slowly taking it deeper and deeper. I was moaning and carrying on and finally, he let up and said, “I don’t want you to get too close to cumming yet, so how about you turn over and show me that gorgeous, hairy, jock, muscle butt I’ve been craving a taste of for weeks!”

    I’d kind of had butterflies in my stomach when we first started, but everything felt so good that they had more or less calmed down. I’d felt them when Alan and I were kissing, but that was excitement, not fear!

    The butterflies took off again at the sound of Alan asking me to turn over for him, and now my heart was kind of pounding too.

    Fuck, I loved sliding my hairy, muscled body and hard cock up and down Connors hairy, muscled body and hard cock, we had actually smeared precum up and down each other!

    So that last kiss Connor may have gotten a taste of both of our precum leakage mixed, he smiled when I pulled away from the kiss and that pretty much told me he had tasted it and not minded!

    Not only was it hot to watch Connor’s body in motion, but my senses were also so heightened from the alcohol and weed that it was like art in motion watching the muscles of Connor’s body working to move him into the position I had requested. Since he was so excited and being so cooperative I pushed it a bit farther and said, “Spread your legs dude!” He knew I wanted his ass, and he was pretty willingly giving it to me!

    The thought was going through my mind, ‘did I actually want Alan to fuck me?’ I didn’t think so, but I did want that pleasure again, of first Alan’s mouth and tongue on my ass, but we both knew the best feelings had been from him rubbing his big hard cock in my crack and on my hole, hell almost in my hole! This was scary, but I was so excited I was complying easily! I was certain of one thing, except for maybe my first time with a girl, I hadn’t ever been this excited moving into a sex act as I was right now!

    I looked in awe at Connor’s gorgeous butt, almost too long, finally I placed a hand on the back of each of Connor’s calves and took note of every muscle on my way to his thick thighs! It was so fucking hot I was almost drooling. I moved my face to the bottom of his right foot and licked the sole, he moaned! I licked up his calf tonguing the ridges of the muscles and then brushed my lips against the back of his knee.

    I hoped I found the right place as I had found out a long time ago that this could be an amazingly hot erogenous zone and after first licking, I sucked the skin and tendons that made his joint work and he moaned again. I liked that I was turning him on so much and I hadn’t even done anything very sexual.

    I slid my hands up to the bottom of his glutes and just admired the way that they seemed to explode from his thick thighs! It was so fucking hot looking as the thick hair on his thighs seemed to funnel into his tight butt crack, but his hard round cheeks were both sprinkled with lots of black fuzz!

    Alan was doing things to me that no one had ever done before, he licked the bottom of my foot and it gave me the strangest reaction, it caught my breath and for a few seconds, I thought I might piss myself! Before I could totally recuperate from that he had slid his mouth and tongue up to the back of my knee, and not only kissed but licked and finally sucked on that joint. This was also a place that I had never seen as sensual, but fuck it was, and the fact that he was massaging my thighs right below my butt was now driving me crazy. I wanted him to touch my butt, it was wild realizing that, and I wondered if he knew how much I wanted it and was teasing me.

    After a while he moved his hands back down to my knees and pushed my legs farther apart, and actually bent my left knee and moved it toward the floor and I felt the cool air in my crack, so I knew I was open. Just the thought that Alan could see into my butt crack was kind of a turn on! And then he said something that made it even better!

    “Connor, you have one of the hottest bodies I’ve ever seen but your ass is stellar, your fuzzy muscle cheeks and hairy crack just make me drool and you have a really cute little pink hole!”

    God why did that make me feel so good, hell I’d never even seen my butthole, or barely any other butthole, all the girls seemed to be pretty shy about that! With that, I felt Alan’s face against my muscled cheeks, and I shivered!


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  • Alliance of Gay Students

    “Right now, I want to take a shower with you, and then I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me,” said Jeremy

    “I’ve never done that before.”

    Jeremy leaned forward and kissed me. “Until you, I’d never done it before either.”

    I smiled back at him.

    “Think we can run to the showers like this?” Jeremy asked.

    “Naked?”

    Jeremy laughed. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

    I would never have attempted this on my own, even though I knew the halls would be empty, or practically empty. Jeremy grabbed my hand and pulled me up. He led me to the door and peeked out into the hall. “Wait… where’s the shower? Is it that way?”

    “You gave me a heart attack. Yes, it’s that way.” He pulled me into the hall. We ran naked to the showers and into a shower stall.

    Jeremy turned to me. “You fuckhead, where are the towels. You were supposed to bring them.

    I laughed. “Better a fuckhead than a shithead. You forgot the shampoo.”

    Jeremy pointed his cock at me. “Mr. Dickhead is offended.”

    “Does Mr. Dickhead know he lives next door to Mr. Shithead?”

    “Oh, yeah? … Well … Fuck you, man.”

    I burst out laughing. “Great comeback.” I turned on the shower. Jeremy grabbed me and pushed me under the water. It was still cold. He leaned in and kissed me. I warmed right back up. We spent several minutes kissing before we ‘washed’ using our hands. I spread my ass cheeks and rinsed the lube away as best I could. Jeremy pressed his cock against me. It was hard again.

    “Do you think it feels different without a condom?” he asked into my ear.

    “Maybe we’ll find out one day.” I turned and kissed him. “But not today, asshole.” I reached up and turned off the hot water. He was sprayed with a freezing cold blast.

    He stepped out quickly. “That just means some extra hugging from you to warm me up, you dickhead.” He grabbed me, kissed me, and shivered. “Fuck, I’m cold.”

    I turned and ran out and back to my room. I didn’t even check to see whether the hall was clear. Jeremy was only a few steps behind me. I handed him a towel, and we dried ourselves before hopping under the sheets. We were both shivering. “Are you hungry, Jay?”

    “Not really, A.” He chuckled a little, and then I heard his teeth chatter.

    “Whose fucking idea was it to run to the showers naked?” I asked. “I hope it was yours because it was fucking dumb.”

    “Then, I’m sure it was yours,” he answered, and he poked me in the ribs with his finger.

    I rolled over and kissed him.

    He reached down and held my cock in the palm of his hand. His touch made me harden. “Are you ready to put this inside me?”

    “I’m a little nervous. I want to do a good job.”

    Jeremy smiled. “I guaranteed that it’ll be the best I’ve ever had. I’ve been thinking about it since we were first together.”

    “Yeah? You’ve been thinking about my ramming my cock in your pussy. Taking my dick and shoving it into your cunt.”

    “Putting your manhood in my love tunnel.”

    “Packing your fudge with my tool.”

    “Oh, now that’s just gross,” Jeremy laughed.

    I looked down at him. He stopped laughing, and his face became calm but serious. I reached for the condom and put it on. He spread his legs, and I lubed him. He reached up and held my head on each side before pulling me toward him and kissing me.

    I positioned myself and rubbed the head of my cock against his hole. He took a breath, and I entered him. His mouth dropped open; his eyes misted. I began to move in and out, pushing a little farther in each time.

    “It feels so much bigger than I thought it would. The sensation is… incredible. Don’t stop. I want you.”

    The tightness of his ass was an awesome sensation on my dick. But the sensation wasn’t just there. I was feeling it everywhere. I pushed Jeremy’s legs forward so he was folded at his hips, and I began to undulate in and out of him. I leaned forward to kiss him, and when our lips met, it was the ultimate in pleasure. We had connected again physically but it was different from when he was in me. It made me want him and need him in a way that was inexplicable to me.

    Jeremy began to tilt his hips to meet my rhythm. I was fucking him; he was fucking me. Our tongues fought and then entered the other. We chewed on our partner’s lips. I ran the tip of my tongue on his chin, and then sucked his chin into my mouth. I didn’t want it to end, but an urge began to build within me. It was a sensation I was familiar with and yet it was different from any other time. I began to fuck him faster; I couldn’t control my speed. Then I slammed into him hard and felt a release like no other. I felt three hard blasts as I came.

    Jeremy’s hand reached down, and he began to jerk his cock. Without a thought, I pulled out and put my mouth over his dick and sucked. He came, and I swallowed. His body went limp, and I collapsed with my head on his waist. I licked my lips; the taste of him was still on them. More cum oozed from the end of his cock, and I used my tongue to gather it. My heart was beating faster than I ever remembered.

    I moved up so we were even with one another again. He bent forward and kissed me.

    “You know,” Jeremy said. “I’ve always loved the taste of my cum.”

    “I like it, too,” I replied. “And, by the way,” I added. “It was your dumb idea to run to the showers naked with no towels or soap.”

    “Yeah, I know, but I’m blaming you for all the good and bad things that happen to me from now on.”

    “Is that so? Are you keeping score?” I asked.

    “Yep,” Jeremy replied. “So far, a million good things and one bad. I think that’s a good record.” He pulled me to him, and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

    The remainder of Christmas break was wonderful. We spent the time taking walks, fooling around with the basketball, fooling around with each other. Jeremy felt like a part of me, and when he left to go back home, I missed him terribly. We had agreed that we would date other people, and he told me he knew that I would probably have sex with others; he just wanted me to be safe.

    He sent me an email in February that he had stood up to someone who was bullying a new guy at school. The guy was gay, and after knowing each other a few weeks, they had experimented. He described the experience as mechanical. He said that sex with me seemed natural. He said that they had decided just to be friends.

    Jeremy went on to say that he wasn’t even going to look for other opportunities to date until he was at the university. That was less than four months away.

    My roommate never came back. I was assigned group work in my sociology class. One of the members of the group was a really cute guy with dark black hair and bright blue eyes. He made my dick stir, but not my heart. One day my dick got the better of me, and I decided to see if things would be different when we were away from the crowd. I invited him back to my room to play, as he put it.

    He had a gorgeous body, and we had fun. He fingered my ass in a way that made me cum almost immediately. I fucked him, and it felt good. He said he enjoyed it, but there was something missing. He told me he wanted to do it again, so we did a few more times. Again, it was fun, but I felt really lonely afterward. I really missed Jeremy. I wondered how I was going to feel when he got to campus and experimented with other guys. What if he found someone he wanted more. This was killing me.

    Jeremy arrived two days before the first summer mini-mester. He was taking his freshman English class. We were roommates as I had hoped, and we used half a box of condoms during those two days. Once class started, I was swamped with reading, and he spent his afternoons writing. We tried our best to get the work done before dinner in order to have the evenings together.

    I knew it would happen, and it finally did. Jeremy was asked out by a guy in his class. I made sure he had two rubbers and a packet of lube in his pocket before he left. I tried to be cheerful. Jeremy’s description of the man made him out to be Adonis and Apollo fused into one. He told me he would be back late. They had plans for dinner and to see a movie. I smiled and told him to have fun.

    I was surprised to see Jeremy back at ten o’clock. “Are you OK,” I asked.

    “Sure,” his answer did not indicate that there was any problem.

    Not sure if I should press him, I wasn’t sure what to say.

    He took his toothbrush, put some paste on it, and left the room with his brush and mouthwash. Returning a few minutes later, he asked, “Are you going to bed now?”

    “I can,” I replied. “Are you tired?”

    “I need to talk, but I want to do it in bed.”

    “OK.” I stripped down to my underwear. My heart was racing. I got into bed and pulled my covers up to my chin. I thought I could pull the covers over my head to muffle my sobs if it came to that. The mood in the room was exceedingly somber. I saw Jeremy walk to the light switch. His clothes were still on. The room went dark. I heard him remove his clothes. Tears filled my eyes as I prepared for the bad news.

    The covers of my bed moved. He was getting into my bed, not his. And he wasn’t wearing anything. He was on his back facing the ceiling; he wiggled next to me.

    “We went to Schlotzky’s for dinner.” There was a long pause. He kept touching my arm and my leg. I felt as though people were staring. I’m not used to that.”

    I touched his hand with mine, and he interlaced his fingers to hold my hand.

    “He took me back to his room for the movie. He put some porn on his computer and started to kiss me. It was like a lick-a-thon for him. He kept grabbing my dick, but my dick actually retreated. I tried to tell him to call down, to take it easy. I wanted to give him a chance because I really liked talking with him after class. Finally, I stood up and left. I walked around a little bit before I came up here.”

    I squeezed his hand. I heard him get that sound that meant his eyes were watering and his nose was stopped up.

    “I just kept thinking how much I missed you, and how I hoped you wouldn’t hate me for looking somewhere else when I had the greatest guy ever right here in my room.”

    That’s when I teared up.

    “No. We agreed to look at other guys to make sure.”

    “I’m sure,” he said.

    “I am, too,” I replied. “I want you to fuck me without a condom.”

    Jeremy rolled on top of me. “And I want you to fuck me without a condom.”

    Before that night, our fucking had been perfection. Or so we thought. Skin to skin, being seeded by the man who loves you, those things are true perfection.


    Epilogue

    Ryan 
    After graduation, Ryan and Spencer married and began a small accounting business. They lived at the Homestead.

    Jeremy
    Jeremy became interested in marine biology and went on to earn his Ph.D. He married Aaron, and they adopted twin boys whose biological mother was one of Jeremy’s students.

    Spencer 
    Spencer worked part-time as Ryan’s assistant and took care of the house and farm while Jeremy was at work.

    Aaron
    Aaron found that raising two boys the right way took a lot of time. Once the boys were in school, he worked part-time for the public defender’s office and then full-time once they were away at school. Both boys married after college, and Jeremy and Aaron had seven grandchildren.

    Vincent 
    Vincent followed Ryan and Spencer to the Homestead where he ran security for them and their small business. He opened a small detective agency and was instrumental in solving the Pine Tree Serial Killer case.

    Ken 
    Ken was diagnosed with breast cancer. While often fatal in men because of a late diagnosis, Vincent had noticed a change, and Ken’s treatment was successful. Ken and Vincent live in a small house at the edge of the Homestead where Ken spends his free time growing vegetables and fruits. He and Vincent travel to France each year so Ken can keep up his French.

    Bill 
    When Bill came out to his parents, Bill’s father assaulted him. Bill lost partial vision in his left eye and brain damage affecting his ability to speak. He lost no other cognitive abilities and now writes editorials for a popular LGBT website.

    Blake 
    While Blake and Bill never married, they have remained with each other since their time together at the university.

    Simon
    Simon did not survive freshman year. He died during an asphyxiation sex event. His partner was charged with manslaughter.

    Jon 
    Jon claimed that Simon had asked him to choke him while they fucked. Jon didn’t realize Simon had stopped breathing. He said, “Simon was just laid there without moving when I was fucking him.” He received ten years for manslaughter.

    Bruce 
    Bruce moved in with his professor-lover after graduation. They moved to the east coast where his partner teaches and Bruce runs a Dollar Tree.

    Steve 
    Steve and Theo broke up during their sophomore year. Steve eventually found love with Roger, one of the university’s football players. They kept their relationship a secret until Roger was selected by a major league team.

    Theo 
    Theo broke up with Roger after deciding he wasn’t gay. After an episode of self-mutilation, he was hospitalized and diagnosed as schizophrenic along with several other disorders.

    Jessie
    Jessie got pregnant in her junior year. She named three men as a possible father for her baby. DNA tests indicated that none of the men fathered the child.

    Professor Grant
    Dr. Grant was caught fucking a student in his office and fired from his position. He later married the student and is in Key West running a boat rental business.

    Kenneth 
    Spencer’s brother Kenneth ‘disappeared’ in an avalanche in Switzerland. Spencer received a cryptic postcard a few months later. Ryan believes he may have faked his death, but Spencer says he doesn’t want to discuss it.

    Brad
    Brad married a trophy wife/beard. He had an unsuccessful bid for mayor.

    Phillip
    Phillip continued a clandestine relationship with Brad until Brad broke it off to run for mayor. An angry Phillip outed him. Polls indicated it was Brad’s dishonesty that lost him the race, not his homosexuality.

    Donald
    Donald continued to be a dick until he picked up a guy one night who tried to slice his dick off before stabbing him. Donald died at the scene; his murderer has never been caught.

    Robin
    Robin thought Elliot would be a perfect partner for his rough fuck him and walk out brand of sex. He was mistaken.

    Elliot 
    Elliot fought back, and when police arrived, Robin was still trying to fuck an almost unconscious Elliot. Elliot wasn’t afraid to press charges, and Robin’s girlfriend did not stick around for his trial. Robin’s prison sentence allowed him to finish his degree behind bars.

    Steve
    Both Steve and Wayne received awards for running into a live-fire event to save lives.

    Helen
    Helen was able to gain certain valuable assets in exchange for not making a scandal.

    Spencer III
    Spencer’s father moved into the guest house.

    Art Rogers
    Art made weekly visits to the guest house to keep Spencer’s father up-to-date on business. Helen didn’t mind; the man who took care of the horses had a hard penis and knew how to use it.


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  • A Tour in Italy

    “And this is the Prostitution Quarter,” our guide to the ruins of Pompeii near Naples, Patricio, said, glancing at me.

    Since the beginning of the tour around six hours earlier, I had been overjoyed with our guide. Patricio was a tall, slim, dark-skinned Italian in his mid-twenties. What more could I say to describe him? That he had a light beard? A pair of killer lips? A Grecian nose and wide-set eyes of indeterminate dark color? Frizzy hair? In a word, Patricio was my dream of a guy. I had immediately known that the day was going to be heavenly, listening to Patricio’s Italian accent, watching him explain stuff on the bus, around Naples and now in Pompeii, gazing at his bubble butt in tight low-hung jeans as he walked ahead of us, fantasizing.

    I had to admit that I hadn’t had sex during the four previous days in Rome. I had been taken by the culture, the statues, the piazzas, the stores, the museums. Two days before today’s trip, I had taken a train to Florence and visited a museum where I gawked at Michelangelo’s David. I must have spent more than half an hour gazing at the beauty of the maleness sculpted in marble. Today, David’s naked physique superimposed itself on our guide, Patricio.

    Patricio pointed at some frescos on top of doors leading to what was supposed to be rooms for prostituting. The frescos depicted various fuck scenes.

    Patricio pointed at one of the frescos, glanced at me, and said: “Even then-uh, boys slept with each other.”

    True enough, the fresco showed two men fucking. Patricio called them boys-uh. I just loved his accent. I took a photo of the fresco.

    Since the beginning of the tour, I had been fantasizing about Patricio. I maintained a semi-erection throughout. But I realized that my fantasies would remain just that: fantasies.

    That was why I was taken aback when at the end of the Pompeii tour, when I was standing near our bus next to Patricio, both smoking, waiting for the other members of the group to arrive, Patricio said to me in a low voice: “So you liked-uh the frescos, Simon?”

    First, he called me by my first name although he had a list of all our full names. Second, he remembered my name. Third, there was this very slight smile on his face when he asked me. Fourth, he lowered his voice so no one could hear him but me. All of this could be my fantasies fucking with my brain but, well, it could be something else, couldn’t it?

    “Oh, yes,” I answered in a similar low voice.

    Patricio laughed. “I saw-a-you taking the pictures.”

    I might have flushed red at this. But Patricio continued, still in a low voice: “Can I see?”

    Without a word, numb, I handed him my cell phone. He fumbled with it and found the gallery, located the picture. I didn’t dare look at his face. My heart raced. I had only shot the fresco of the men, the one I have attached above.

    Patricio handed me back the phone without saying anything as the other members of the group reached the coach and started to board. I followed, not knowing what Patricio thought about the picture I had taken.

    I sat three rows behind and watched the back of Patricio’s head, his neck, his shoulders. I tried reading the book I had brought with me, a crime novel by P. D. James, but I couldn’t concentrate. I kept glancing at Patricio, sitting in the front, and I kept fantasizing. Like me slipping on a stone in the ruins of Pompeii and Patricio picking me up and holding me asking if I was hurt. Or like me brushing by his front as I climbed off the bus. Or me walking into the men’s room in the rest area on the road back to Rome and finding Patricio at a urinal with a hard-on, waiting for my mouth. The erection I had throughout the three-hour trip hurt like hell. I didn’t dare touch myself for fear of exploding in my jeans.

    I kept thinking: why had Patricio asked me about the fresco. Why had he glanced at me when he was explaining the image of the two men fucking? Why hadn’t he said anything when he saw the photo I shot?

    When we got to Rome and I was delirious with lust for this unattainable stud, we disembarked from the coach. I didn’t know what to do. Going back to the hotel and masturbating to the image of Patricio did not feel such an enticing option. But there was nothing I could do. I hitched my backpack and got ready to start my solitary trek back to my hotel when Patricio came out of the agency office and called after me.

    “Hey, Simon.”

    I froze. What would Patricio want from me? I knew what I wanted from him: his lips, his naked body, his hard cock, his firm ass.

    “Do you feel-a-like going on another tour-uh?” he asked as he approached me.

    Ah, I thought, the guy wanted to make some extra money. After all, being a guide was his job. And who was I? Not a pretty movie-star material. And who said that this guy was gay in the first place? That he wanted to have sex with me?

    “Another tour?” I asked stupidly.

    “Si,” he said, smiling. “I can show you Rome-uh by night-uh.”

    I succumbed. How could I refuse? Even though I knew that the guy was looking for extra money, I nodded.

    “Fantastico,” he said. “Wait-uh for me here.”

    I waited. A few minutes later, Patricio appeared on a Vespa. My God! I almost fainted, he looked so cute. He got off the bike and took out a helmet from the box in the back.

    “Put this on and lets-a go.”

    I donned the helmet and climbed onto the seat behind him. He started the bike and we moved. I didn’t know where to put my hands. I clutched at the sides of my seat, feeling the rush of air as Patricio picked up speed.

    “Hold onto me,” he shouted over the noise of his bike, slightly turning his head. “I don’t-a-want you to fall off-uh!”

    What? The guy wanted me to hug him? My cock instantly reacted by starting to erect. I gingerly placed my hands on the sides of his hips. I heard him laugh as he grabbed one of my hands and placed it around his waist. I was shivering all over and I felt myself slide the few inches toward him as I wrapped my other hand around him. My crotch was now flush with his lower back. And of course I erected painfully.

    I felt the heat emanating from Patricio’s body against mine as my hands pressed on his belly, inches away from his crotch. As he sped through the winding and narrow alleys of Rome, I couldn’t resist sliding my hands down.

    Patricio was erect.

    My cock throbbed when I felt his erection. I couldn’t tell if his cock was big or not, but I could tell that it was rock hard.

    I was going to get laid! I shook all over. It was incredible. Nothing like this had been planned. Even my fantasies had been just fantasies. But now I felt my body plastered onto the back of this beautiful specimen of a man and my hand was cupping his crotch, feeling his hardness. Yes, I was going to be laid.

    Patricio stopped the bike and parked in one of the narrow alleyways near a rustic restaurant.

    “This is where-a-da- best pizza in Rome is made-uh,” he announced in his sexy accent as he took off his helmet. Now I saw him even more exotic, more erotic, now that I knew we were going to fuck. I didn’t really want pizza or pasta. I was dying for his lips around my mouth, for his tongue probing my throat, for his hands on my naked skin, for his cock prodding me. But Patricio wanted me to taste Rome first.

    I followed him into the warmth of the bistro, the smells of pasta and pizza overwhelming. Was it a dream? I felt as if I were in a haze, walking like a zombie, being led by an irresistible siren.

    “Well-uh?” Patricio asked as he took another bite of the pizza. “The best-a in Rome, not for tourists.” He licked his lower lip and I almost fainted!

    “Delicious,” I had to admit. And it was actually quite delicious. With my thoughts and feelings centered on Patricio, I hadn’t realized how hungry I was.

    “Simon,” Patricio stared straight into my eyes. “I like-uh you very, very much.”

    “I like you, too, Patricio,” I gulped. “I more than like you,” I added and knew that he could translate this simple statement into much deeper meaning.

    “If you don’t have any plans for this evening,” he said in a low voice, “I’d like-a to spend some time-uh with you, in my place.”

    Oh, my God! Oh, God, yes! Yes!

    I must have blushed for he quickly continued: “I’m-a sorry, Simon, if I’m pushing-uh, but I really like-a you.”

    What had Patricio seen in me? I am a few years older, perhaps 3 or 4 inches shorter, with plain looks.

    “Thank you,” I managed to say, my heart beating fast, my stomach fluttering, my balls and ass twitching. “Yes, Patricio, I would like that a lot.”

    Patricio’s “place” was a second-story loft, open space with corners for a small kitchen and a bathroom and the rest cluttered with two couches and a couple of arm chairs. What struck me most was the masculinity of the loft. There were no flowers or paintings or knick-knacks. But the place, with its wood-covered floor, looked and felt warm and comfortable.

    Before taking off our coats and scarves, Patricio pulled me to him and planted his lips on mine. He tasted a mixture of tobacco and tomato, the most delicious taste I had ever had experienced. I heard myself moan, felt my knees weaken. I held onto him in a tight embrace, his arms holding me around the waist. I was simply turning into jelly.

    We broke and Patricio smiled at me.

    “I knew you were going-uh to be hot, Simon,” he teased, “right-a-after I saw the fresco picture you took. Tell-a-me, where do you want-a-to be?”

    At first, I didn’t understand what he meant. But then I quickly realized that he was referring to the fresco.

    “Riding your cock,” I said, not believing myself. I had fantasized about him lying naked on the couch with me straddling him, his cock buried deep inside me.

    Patricio laughed out loud. “Yes-uh,” he said. “Oh, Simon, yessss-uh.”

    We kissed some more and then took the time to shed off our clothes. Patricio naked looked even more delicious than how I had fantasized him to be. His chest and belly were flat with his abs chiseled around the patch of hair in the middle and the trail going down.

    On the couch I made him lie on his back and I fished out his cock out from his thermal underwear. I had already taken off all of my clothes and was naked and hard.

    Patricio’s cock was unbelievingly long. Uncut, veined, and thin. I loved it. Going down on what must have been at least ten inches by my estimation wasn’t as difficult as I had experienced with thicker but shorter dicks. It was amazing. I kept swallowing for what seemed like ages and there was no end to the beautifully hard shaft slowly sliding through my throat. I finally felt the beginning of his pubes tickling my nose and I kept going until my lips pursed around the very base of his manhood.

    Patricio made me turn around and he went hungrily on my cock. We 69-ed for a while but I craved for this fantastic Italian cock to be inside me.

    I straddled him, just like in the fresco. I am not loose. It usually takes some work on my rim muscle to relax enough to be able to take a man cock. But with Patricio, it was totally different. My lust loosened me. With just some spit, without condom protection, he penetrated and I sat all the way down on his crotch. Miles of bare cock went into me.

    When I finally settled onto him, my balls deep in his thick pubes, I felt as if the length of his cock passed through my insides and the head was going to emerge from my mouth. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and reveled in the fullness in my body. Patricio lay under me, not moving, staring into my eyes. He reached up and fondled my nipples, increasing the sensations flooding me.

    Ever so slowly, I supported myself onto his fairly hairy chest and started to fuck myself. The whole length out, the whole length in. Patricio was breathing hard, his hands all over my chest, down to my balls, around my cock shaft, teasing my nipples, pushing his middle finger into my mouth. Amazingly, I didn’t lose my erection, which had usually been the case whenever I had a hard cock up my ass. Actually, I was harder than I had ever been before.

    Without losing contact, Patricio flipped me onto the couch on my back and started his fucking. He fucked hard and long. I rocked under him, my legs wrapped tightly around his slim waist, my arms around on his muscled and rippling thighs. He bent down and kissed me, never losing his tempo. Cock deep, tongue deep. Without warning, I shot my load between our naked and sweating bodies. Strings of cum exploded out of my cock, as if forever. My usual load would be around 4 or 5 squirts. If I was really excited, maybe 6 squirts and some drippings. But I had never shot a load with a cock in my ass. Now I felt as if I was never going to stop coming. On and on, I squirted, squeezing my rim muscle around his invading cock.

    With a loud grunt, Patricio thrust deep and started his own ejaculation. I hadn’t finished coming, and my ass squeezing on his cock must have made him go crazy with his shooting. We were both beyond reason or rationality. We were two men experiencing the most fantastic explosions, the emptying of balls, which two men could have.

    I said ciao and took a cab back to the hotel. I showered and masturbated. I climbed into my bed and masturbated some more. I woke up in the middle of the night, took a piss and masturbated. I woke up in the morning with a rock hard cock and masturbated. All the while, there was the image of Patricio topping me, his cock filling me, bringing me to the edge. The image was more vivid each time I jerked off.

    On the flight back home, I maintained a semi-erection throughout. Even now, writing about it, I have had to stop more than once, run to the bathroom and masturbate, the image of Patricio topping me.

    How often could one get so lucky? My only regret is that I hadn’t gone on tour to Pompeii the first day of my week-long trip. But, then again, I wouldn’t have been able to visit all the places I visited. I would have had Patricio’s cock inside me, wouldn’t I?


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  • Summer Stories Taken from Behind in the Street

    Gio had spotted his Brother In Law Nerdy Phat Ass Mandeep getting ass fucked on the Street by Tall Rough looking Bearded White Guy and nearly crashed his car before parking up. He got out of the vehicle making his way up the street to watch the action. He also spotted another black guy in the car keeping watch. “God Damnit To Hell” Gio cried as he wanted to be the first to Fuck Mandeep in his Ass and was jealous of the Guy Fucking him. His cock swelled full length and he was rubbing himself and was rock hard in seconds moaning erotically.

    A few years up the Calvin was plowing into Mandeep and with muffle shout, Ejaculated into the Nerdy sweaty American Asian Indian Mandeep still tight ass cunt. He blasted at least 12 spurts of jizz inside him, flooding him out so that it ran down the back of his legs and after a few minutes he exited out of him staggering away slightly. “Clean Me Off Nerd” he ordered and as Mandeep did and Jaden was instantly up and entered him, so that both Step Brothers were spit roasting him for a few minutes before Calvin came to his senses and pulled his shorts up and wipe himself down with his Vest and sat back in the car to keep watch.

    They failed to see Gio who was still filming and wanking off at the same time. He managed to position his mobile on a wall so that it captured the action and then started to pinch his nipples and concentrate fully on the sight before him and he was excited thinking “how can I join in the action.” Jaden gave Mandeep a harder rough fuck than his Step Brother and slammed into him knocking the breath out of him, so much so that the constant hitting of his prostrate made his cum spontaneously and his ass muscles was strangling the life out of the black man prick making him sigh erotically.

    “This is your first time getting fucked right?” he asked his suspiciously. “Yes it is” Mandeep moaned as his sweet spot was hit repeatedly and he backed into Jaden and after an extra harder pounding ass fuck, which made Mandeep cum again, he slammed into him and like his Bro spurted a months’ worth of cum into the guys colon, which could not accommodate this, and it flooded back out of him. “Clean me off” he ordered and Mandeep dropped to his knee and cleaned him off taking six inches of his thick Prick which was covered with his Ass slime and Jaden and Calvin combined cum juices.

    Gio meanwhile nearly came and was disturbed to see a couple walking a short distance down the road, whom the others could not see them, so he tided himself up and pretended to talk loudly into his mobile phone. This made the other 3 look round and stop the couple walking in their direction, so they tided themselves up. Gio meanwhile got in his car and started to watch the footage and rubbed himself and thought let me see what else is going to happen. He knew instinctively that these two had not finished with his Nerdy ;Big Ass Brother in Law’ and who could blame them he reckoned. So he watched all 3 of them get into the car.

    “Mandeep we ain’t finished with you yet and want to do you in a bed, so let’s say we go to a nearby motel to continue, this unless you want another fuck on quieter street?” Mandeep nodded as he wanted more of these two and was thrilled that they desired more time with him. “Yeah sure let me call my girl,” and he did blowing her off and Jaden and Calvin did the same to their parents and partners, claiming an emergency had come up and they drove to a nearby motel . Gio followed them and watch them go into the motel and saw the room they went into as the room entrance was on the first floor on the outside of the building.

    Mandeep had his clothes ripped off him and was fucked in both holes by the Horny Step Brothers all afternoon and evening long. They really went to town on him and watched each other getting intimate with the nerdy guy, making him keep his glasses on whilst they plowed full length in and out of him making his glasses steam up and his head was soaking wet with sweat and whipped about his head. “Kiss Me” they demanded, and he did so suckling their thick tongues into his mouth. He felt so wanted and grateful for their attention that he could not stop smiling. It was like competition who could make Mandeep cum first and his Ass could just about handle the vigorous workout it was getting.

    They made him suck them off and deep throated him by pinching his nose and slapping his face and plunging full length into his gullet making him choke and cough. Coming up for air they praised him and took in him on his back with his head hanging off the bed and giving them better access. One drilled his ass, whilst the other drilled his throat.  Mandeep managed well, and then who ever came in his ass made him clean them straight off by sitting on the bed and making him lean over the side of them and take the steamy cock still spurting cum.

    They assist him by holding his hair and pushing his head down, whilst plunging into his throat for a while until he brought them off. This made him drool all over their laps. When he complained about the position as it was uncomfortable, they slapped his face call him a ‘Big Indian Ass Slut’ and made him ride them, while grabbing his fat man tits and sticking their tongues down his throat, before ordering him off them and cumming all over his face. Finally scooping the jizz up and popping it back into his mouth.

     Both Step Brothers love eating ass and fletched their cum loads out of him, making Mandeep cum kiss and swallow the remnants which he made a face at and they laughed, slapping his ass before placing four fingers inside him pinching his tender prostrate, before sliding back inside him. “Bro I love to DP this guy, I really would”, but they knew he could not take them both just yet, due to his being an Ass Virgin less than 6 hours ago. “On your knees Slut” and they took turns turn to crouch over him pulling him back by his thick hair and both went a little too deep, making him grunt with pain and then pleasure in turn, making them laugh mockingly.

    Gio rented the room next door which was the last room on a corner of the building ,which he knew well having brought some of his downlow buddies and his relatives for some all-night sweaty sex sessions. He enjoyed listening to his Bro In Law getting taken for hours in loads of different positions, crying with pleasure and pain as Black Jaden, really took his sexual frustration out on the Phat Ass American Asian Indian’s Ass Cunt. Before White Step Bro Calvin did the same keeping up the brutal fuck pace.

    Crafty Gio had used this motel plenty of times as aforementioned and knew the room fire exit doors were easily breached and did so, managing to capture loads of the footage of Mandeep’s Sexual activities and planned to be inside his nerdy Boy in Law as often as he could. He even contemplated coercing him to move in for a bit, so that he could gain access to his hot accommodating manhole. He reckoned that seeing as he could handle these two rough looking fuckers, then he would have no problem handling his very own 10 Thick Italian Inches inside his rear. He asked himself “is Mandeep experienced at taking Dick in His Ass ,as he sure look in control on the street and right now here right next door.

    “Gio had called his wife earlier on, making an excuse why he was out and would be home in the morning to collect his work things, so he relaxed waiting his turn. He had to wait a few hours though as at 10pm Jaden received a call and cried “Bro We gotta split and go home right now.” “Hey Mandeep give us your digits, as we have to see you again” and they made him suck them off and both splatter jizz over his face and left, enthusing over the hot fuck they had just had experienced and Jaden cried “we gotta hook up with him again Bro as well as Matt and Jamie our Blond Mormon Brothers from College remember their  Basketball Butts with their deep accommodating man cunt holes?”  “Man yeah I sure do” Calvin cried “quick pull over Bro.”

    Jaden pulled over and they got their cocks out and wanked off and Jaden reached over and wanked his Step Bro off who look surprised  and did the same. I’m coming” Calvin panted, and Jaden lent over and took him in his mouth and received a healthy load of cum in his throat, consuming every drop. He then came himself at the same time and licked his hand clean. “Bro, What the Hell?”” Shut up give me a kiss” and they did for few minutes. Jaden said, “Let’s talk later” and they drove home in silence hands entwined and stopped off for another mutual wank a few minutes later before they reach their respective homes, where Jaden dropped Calvin off and drove home with smile on his face.

    Mandeep meanwhile laid in the motel bed exhausted and fell asleep for a half an hour and tried to pull himself together. His head was spinning with the days evens and his asshole was tender. He took a shower and dried himself off and got dressed and there was knock at the door. He open it to find his Brother In Law Gio standing there. His look of surprise and shock were priceless, and he was lead back into the room. Gio took one look at the rumpled bed and the smell of man sex and cum permeating the room and he smiled thinking to himself, “this is going to easier that I thought and  thank goodness I took the wrong turning this afternoon and spotted Mandeep here getting fucked in the Ass!”

    “So Bro in Law what are you doing her and what’s going on?” Mandeep started to spin a plausible lie until his Gio said “Cut the Crap and get your stuff and come next door.” He did as ordered stunned and was lead to the room next door and the door was shut firmly. “Sit there and watch this” and his face fell as his Street and Motel sexual antics were streamed on his Bother in Laws Lap Top. There was no mistaking what was going on and the picture was crystal clear showing all of the action that had occurred earlier that afternoon and evening. They watch about an hour of the action.

    Mandeep hardly recognised this Wanton Ass Whore, who was groaning nonstop whilst getting his Ass Cunt Cored Out and sucking on both of the guys big cocks like his life depended on it on the street. In the Motel, he receiving a huge cum loads in both ends multiple times crying out for more, In another scene they both ejaculated over his face and glasses which made the Step Bros Roar with Laughter. He ate their loads clearly enjoying the slimy loads and watching this, Mandeep’s heart was beating really fast. “Tell me again, Bro In Law, What The Fuck Is Going On? “Mandeep was stunned into silence and his mouth opened and closed like a gold fish.

    “Chill Mandeep I want inside you now, and you gotta do exactly what I ask and whenever I ask ok!” I want you to move in with me and Sis, straightaway so that I tap your Nerdy Ass whenever I please don’t answer right now a few days will do.” “And you sure looked comfortable getting taken in Ass the street by those pair, who are they?” “I don’t know” he squeaked “I never had sex with a guy before today” and he started to babble on. “Tell me exactly what happened today” and he did leaving nothing out and was perspiring and his glasses were steam up and he wanted to cry and was shaking. “Was Gio going to tell his family” he asked himself and was tearful thinking he had brought shame on the family.

    “Chill enough talking, let me get inside you, I have wanted you ever since I laid eyes on you 5 years ago and now, I am going to enjoy this.” “I know you Suck Dick , but I Man I need to be inside your Phat Hairy Indian Butthole right now, so what do you say?” Without a word Mandeep turn round, stood in front of his Italian Brother In Law, bent over and peeled his shorts and underpants off and held his ass open, turning and looking at him expectantly, and in response Gio plunged  right inside him and took him in multiple positions, dropping multiple loads inside him giving his first anal orgasm and made love for five hours straight.

    Gio was insatiable for his Bro In Law and Mandeep was hooked by his loving. He had no idea he wanted and desire him like this and was really flattered. He recalled Gio looking at him and rubbing his crotch whenever they encountered each other over the years and his wanting to say something but someone always interrupted him. Mandeep being so naïve, that the thought that Gio desired him never cross his mind. He thought about the first two guys earlier, but they were strangers, but this was something else more intimate, more special as Gio was family.

    Mandeep felt guilty about taking his Sister Man and for cheating on his Girl, but this experience was too good to give up. Yet  knowing this going to get messy, he agree to move in with them straight away, as he was getting slow fucked on his back, passionately French Kissing and looking into Gio’s eyes, which were filled with love and desire for him and his heart melted. He whispered in his ear “Yes I will move in with you and Sis, Gio if you will have me.” “You Betcha” Gio cried “Thanks Buddy” and he continued to grind into him and Mandeep’s Man Cunt spasmed around his throbbing prick bringing him off again. They fucked for an hour in this position, before spooning and falling asleep for nearly an hour.

    In the early hours of the morning they left as Gio had to go home to pick up his work tools. They drove past the street where he spotted Mandeep and it was deserted. Gio could not resist saying “I gotta fuck you right here NOW!” “What it’s too dangerous.” “Shut The Fuck Up and Drop your Shorts.” “And let me get inside you” and within minutes he banging him out at the side of the road, conscious that they could get caught, so he was extra rough wanting to experience what Jaden and Calvin had earlier. Mandeep was tense and his hole clamped around Gio’s plundering dick.

    As they going at it Jaden and Calvin was driving to work and spotted Mandeep getting fucked by another guy at the same place where they had fucked him earlier. “Damn, that Mandeep Guy is sure ‘Dick Hungry’ didn’t he say he was NOT GAY as well as being  an ASS VIRGIN” Calvin cried. “Yeah he sure did” Jaden said, “the lying Asehoe, he sure was good though wasn’t he Bro?” “ Yeah, he was, and I want another go as I am still horned up, aren’t you?” “Yes I am so let’s join them.”

    They stopped the car and got out walked over and said “Hey Mandeep What The Hell?” “Relax Guys I’m his Bro in Law Gio, I’m nearly finished do you want a go in his Ass Next ?” “Yeah,” they cried exited as this was an unexpected treat. After he unloaded inside Mandeep, Gio pulled out of him and Jaden entered him, and drop his morning load within 5 minutes as did Calvin. Still hard the three of them cried “Hell we gotta go to work now and we want to have sex with this Hot Guy all day long but can’t”  they said regretfully.

    “Why the hell not” Mandeep drooled “call in sick or something ,as I need more of this and he squeezed all three of their still hard dicks through their work pants. “Let’s go” he said in control and they called in sick as they drove back the motel and stay there fucking for few days. The could not get enough of his Dark Hairy hole and loved cumming over his face whilst he wore his glasses calling him their “Fuck Nerd”. By the end of their time together Mandeep had been spasming like crazy bring the off inside his Colon, which was flooded, and he had managed to get double penetrated several times. He got off on the power of seeing all three lose control and cum uncontrollably, before they had no choice but to leave as he begged them to stay a while longer.

     

    Needless to say after that, Amala was history  Mandeep moved in with his Sister and Gio the following day, claiming his landlord threw him out. Gio pretended he cheated on his wife, so she left him, and they got divorce. Mandeep never moved out much to the surprise of his family. Calvin and Jaden got in on and later on hooked up with the Blond Mormon Brothers Matt and Jamie who were thrilled to hear from them. Thereafter they maintained regular contact and they were introduced to Mandeep and his Brother in Law Gio and they all got on.

    Mandeep was so happy that he had Been Taken From Behind On The Street that day !!!

    The End

  • susan new beginnings

    My days went by fast during the day going to classes for charm and grace. then my job bussing tables. my first day off was tomorrow. and Sally had the same off time we decided to go out for lunch then go to a movie , as we were preparing to go Bev called and asked to see me.

    i arrived in her apartment which was beautiful and was invited to sit and have tea, a maid served us and we sipped the tea as Bev started. Susan I fired 4 girls last night and i want you to be aware that. Jan was one of them. I know you had a run in with her,

    I started to say something but Bev stopped me. i know everything that goes on here she told me. I know your are doing a great job and by the way your new look is beautiful. I also know you were raped by Jan, please don`t deny it, so my decision was to let her and the other three go. But I think Jan is a person to hold a grudge so you should probably stay at the club for a few weeks,.

    i agreed and said that sally was waiting for me and I would tell her, leaving and getting to the front door there was no Sally, the greeter told me Sally had a errand to do and would meet at the café. I asked of she would tell Bev that i went to get Sally and would be back soon.

    rushing to the café i was shocked to see Jan at a table looking around there was no sign of Sally, A arm grabbed mine and twisted it as i was forced to Jan’s table,

    Hi Susie looking for your friend Jan inquired. Have a seat., as i was shoved into the booth. Jan said I know you and that other bitch reported me and got me fired, so i just want to thank you two for fucking me, as she slapped my face hard enough for people to look over, we are going for a little ride to see your friend, don`t struggle or it will be bad for her,

    Shoved in the car we started off, arriving at a motel Jan couldn`t resist punching me in the stomach as we got out of the car, come on bitch tanking my hair as we entered a room, there on one of the beds Sally was nude, gagged, and tied spread to the bed, Her face red from being slapped.

    Turning to Jan i was met with her fist busting my lip. in quick order I was punched slapped and my clothes ripped off, the punched my breast and kicked my little dick till I passed out.

    i came to slowly my hands were tied together above my head, my mouth taped shut.

    Well the bitch is awake., slapping me hard, we wanted you to see what we do to rats, turning my head, towards Sally who was now tied belly down i watched as the three girls took turns with her ramming there dicks into her hole and fucking her hard with no concern with her except as a toy. all three took turns on her yanking her hair back as they used it for leverage when one would cum they pulled out and wiped there dicks in her hair

    They finished and Sally was crying and gasping for air. they then punched and beat her but kept her awake. Now bitch your turn Jan said as she started sticking a finger in my hole. I flinched and was rewarded to a slap in the face, they then lifted my ass up putting pillows under me exposing my hole for play., then two of the girls spread my legs and pulled them up to my head,

    Jan resumed fingering me till she had all her fingers and her thumb, started into my hole, working it a bit she made a fist and jammed it in, I tried wiggling but got beaten in the face more,

    Then Jan started almost, punching me with her fist that was in my hole, the pain was terrible, she continued till I was sobbing, oh poor Susie. you don`t like this? I thought you loved your hole full, continuing i almost passed out she stopped before I did,

    Pulling her hand out of my stretched hole, she started working both hands in. after a struggle and a lot of pain both of her hands were in wrist deep, Jan smiled at me and said i always wanted to do this to someone and i felt this unbearable pain as she forced her hands apart, then let them come together again. Bitch now you can tell people that someone enjoyed your hole so much they actually clapped inside of it, It hurt so bad and my eyes were burning from the tears, she then pulled them out together as the lights went out from the pain,

    Water on my face brought me back Susie I don`t want you to miss this part. Jana had a small whip and started whipping Sally her screams were clear even through the gag. they whipped every part of her leaving welts and cuts, the paid special attention to her breasts and ass, i could not understand why she didn`t pass out.

    Your turn bitch Jan said as i felt the first lash on my breast. she whipped wit a passion I noticed her dick was hard as she whipped me, i had welts everywhere when she stopped, she then straddled my head and jerked off cumming on my face and hair, the punching my face till blackness over came me.

    Hours later I came to, blindfolded and tied immobile, my gag was gone but something was in my mouth keeping me from talking, when my wit came back i figured out that i was bound with Sally`s dick in my mouth and my head duct taped to her to keep it in. I felt my dick in her mouth and imagined she was tied the same.

    A panic went through me as I could see no way to get loose, thinking we would die like this, then the brain worked and I thought housekeeping would be coming to clean but when? there was a stench of piss in the room and I assumed that as a parting gift we received a bath in it from them.

    Then after what seemed like a eternity, a knock on the door, it opened and a scream. then more voices as we were untied, I saw my rescuers, scared faces, they were asking in broken English if they should call the police? No i almost begged giving a number to call and telling them to say Susan needs help and tell where we are.

    Shortly after two large men arived. they wrapped us in blankets made deals with the owner and workers giving them money, then carried us to the car and transported us to the club.

    We were driven to the back entrance, and again carried into the building. Bev met us wit a concerned face, we went right to the doctors who gave us a exam x ray and pills for the pain, a lotion for our cuts and then settled into beds side by side,

    Bev was bedside, and promised this will be taken care of and not to worry about any other meetings with Jan or her friends, she kissed us and told us to rest,

    The next day, we were helped out of bed and given walkers to get around, Sally hardly talked at all, but we held hands when we sat, and watched tv. the next week we were pampered examined and talked to a shrink, both of us looked like raccoons, with our black eyes,

    days of therapy went by and we healed slowly, Bev advised us when we were ready we could go back to work and that new jobs were offered Sally wanted to keep hers and i opted to become a waitress serving drinks, We were also told that Jan and her friends had disappeared never to be seen again.

    To be continued..


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  • Slut for Chem Tutor

    Sophomore year, just starting the second year of classes a young Tyler who has initially declared Chemistry as his major is beginning to regret his decision. Like most pre-med students he thought that if he majored in physical science it be the key to grad school. But unlike high school, his college courses were a completely different animal being hard to manage and comprehend. It was the end of the first week and he had already failed the two pop quizzes the professor gave over last year’s materials.

    For Tyler, he believed chemistry to be a pretty easy subject to understand. The truth however is that in high school Amy McLeroy slipped him all the answers to the test and homework. How she managed to do this remained a mystery. For all, he figures she probably sucked her way to an A. The only other kid on their class with grades that high was the nerdy guy, Malcolm. Who happened to be the only black kid in the class.

    Malcolm was the antisocial type. Kept his head down, spending most of the day watching anime on his phone. He was the awkward kid who nobody talked to but always looked at him funny. One of the top students in high school missing no more than 15 points the whole semester. Now in college, he also declared Chemistry as a major but unlike Tyler continuously exceeded expectations on classwork.

    Malcolm continued his way into college. he practically never showed up for class unless there was a quiz or test. Somehow he was still able to achieve the best scores in the class. The professor grew to be extremely frustrated by Malcolm’s absence began to give out daily quizzes to start the day. Forcing Malcolm to show up for the quiz and then leave shortly thereafter.

    The professor quickly caught on to this as well so he moved the quiz to the end of class. At that point, Malcolm realized that missing these daily quizzes probably wasn’t enough to truly l affect his grade.

    Tyler barely scathed his way through the first semester of organic chem. Receiving a C, he knew that if his grades dropped any lower he would lose his scholarship and chance to continue another year in college.

    Malcolm was always a super shy kid, he was pretty tall towering above 6 feet. He seemed to lose weight since high school. He went from the chubby, tall kid with a big Afro that looked wild and crazy to a pretty athletic, he chopped all his hair off and grew out a beard. To Tyler he found himself crushing on the guy.

    The test had become computerized and to ensure that no one was cheating the professor handed out each student an access code in the front of the room on the board. As the students had obtained their code and headed back to their seats an off-balanced Tyler bogged down by the looming chances of yet another failed test mistakenly ran into Malcolm.

    “Watch out punk” Malcolms voiced bellowed much deeper than what it seemed to be before. Startling Tyler he could barely mumble out an apology before proceeding to his seat. As the two took their seats the quiz began. As expected Tyler barely answered 2 out of the 10 questions correctly. Whereas Malcolm had flown threw the questions and happened to answer them all right.

    Tyler was upset. With his grades sinking further and further down the drain his future seemed bleak. Somehow he had to find a way to do better in class. If he was ever going to have a chance at admission into grad school. As much as Tyler wanted to air out his frustrations he felt he had no one. His casual fling with the guy he met his first week at school was so deep in the closet and also a senior who’d be graduating and leaving him by the end of the semester. Besides the bro’s on the team he couldn’t seem to make as many friends as he had in high school.

    Tyler knew the one person he could ask for help from. But it seemed so hard to form the words to ask for help. Especially after the earlier encounter between the two. He was confused about why the apprehension. Tucking his tail between his legs. As the professor dismissed the class for the day he ran after Malcolm.

    “Hey, hold up. Malcolm?”

    “Can I help you?” Looking at the young Tyler with confusion. It has been about 2 years since they were back in high school together. Now both in college and both Chem majors, what now could be the reason that Tyler would want to talk to him?

    “Seems like you are still the brainiac like back at Piedmont”

    Malcolm has plans to go back to his room and catch a nap before his next class. Tyler was cutting into his precious sleeping minutes.

    “What is it Tyler?”

    “Oh, so you do remember me.” Even for being of an athletic stature standing now before Malcolm who’s height was just marked by a few inches above his own. But there was also the little things he noticed that sent what seemed like small butterflies to his stomach. From Malcolm’s full dark beard, the ring in his nose, his eyes were brown but standing against the sun they were a dark amber.

    “Just… uhhhh” Tyler put his arm up to his head slightly lifting his shirt to scratch the back of his head. He could barely face Malcolm with his head lowered. He didn’t notice Malcolm now catching sight of his mid-drift. “Well, I was thinking maybe I could get your help with this Chemistry. Help me make sense out of all this nonsense”

    “Nah, I’m good.” With that Malcolm turned to walk away.

    “But” at this point, Tyler was scrambling to find a reason to convince Malcolm to help him out. What did he have to offer? He chased Malcolm down the hallway. Reaching out he grabbed onto his shoulder. “Wait, man”

    Malcolm swung around furiously. “Don’t you ever put your hands on me” he turned to face Tyler. Pushing Tyler into the wall behind him he leaned down and put his face right next to his now cowering classmate. “You put your hands on me again, and you’ll regret it ya punk-ass bitch”

    The authority that boomed threw Malcolm’s voice struck a chord in Tyler that he wasn’t all too familiar with. Instead of pushing back he simply let out a “Yes sir. I’m sorry sir” and sunk on the wall behind him.

    Malcolm walked into the bathroom behind the two of them, he held the door open as if an invitation for Tyler to follow him. Once inside he surveyed the room to see if anyone else was in. Once discovering the coast was clear he turned back to Tyler who was still standing there by the door.

    “You know you’ve always caught my eye” Malcolm began to stare into Tyler’s eyes. Suddenly he brought his face to Tyler and kissed him. Tyler was surprised, but he didn’t pull away. A flood of emotions rushed over both of them. Tyler reached up to grab onto Malcolm’s face to kiss him more deeply.

    Malcolm reacted instantly, thrusting him back against the wall. “I said don’t touch me” He was playing hot and cold at this point.

    “I’m sorry, sir. But I don’t know if I’m you know” he looked up into Malcolm’s eyes. To this point, he had never admitted out a load of being gay but he was enjoying this moment. “You think we can keep this between us,” he said in a husky voice as he went in for another kiss.

    “Shirt off boy” Malcolm commanded. He felt helpless to deny him anything. The thought of what was to come next was driving Tyler crazy. The two continued to kiss. Malcolm lowered his pants and began to press himself closer onto Tyler leaning into him. His uncut cock bends like a banana only longer and thicker. As Tyler looked down he saw the massive member protruding out of his boxers. Tyler reached down to touch it and as he did Malcolm gasped. Tugging on it gently he was getting into it.

    Malcolm reached up and began to stroke on Tyler’s cock. The sensation was indescribable. His hands sliding up and down his shaft made Tyler grow weak in the knees. To this point he felt to be under the control Malcolm, he began to moan out loud as he was being stroked.

    “On your knees” As Tyler began to speak he was slapped in the face so hard that he just fell onto the floor. Malcolm playfully bounced his cock up and down on command.

    “You like that cock, Boy,” he asked. Before he even had a chance to answer the question Malcolm took the opportunity of an open mouth to stuff his cock down the boy’s throat.

    “Well, good you look really pretty with my cock down your throat”

    Taking a moment to breathe and regain his composure. “Thank you sir” and then he went back to sucking. Taking as much as he could into his mouth.

    “So keep going, I think if you keep it up this good then we can work something out. Your goal should be to please me and hopefully we can get you to a passing grade.”

    Tyler took a break and looked up. “But how did you…”

    “That’s not the point right now. You are going to suck on my cock until you have convinced me that you are truly a cock craved whore willing to bend at my will. Then I will have a piece of your pretty white boy cunt to be tapped by this black cock here. After that, we can discuss your failing grades.”

    Tyler just nodded in agreement, not quite sure what he was agreeing to in totality. At this point, Tyler felt as though he had to prove himself of not just being an average cockwhore but the best. He was determined to suck Malcolm’s dick to the back of his throat taking it all in to show him how good of a slut he can be.

    “Alright you dirty white cocksucker, go lock the door over there and then get back over here and suck on this juicy black dick of mine. Ain’t it a beauty,” he said as he made it jump up and down from being so hard.

    Tyler ran to the door, locked it, and then crawled back over on his knees. ” I want you so bad sir, it tastes so good in my mouth, please feed me your cum sir” He began sucking harder and faster, taking it deeper and deeper. Spit was now dripping down the sides of his mouth, he wanted to be like the sluts he saw on the porn videos that gave messy blowjobs that left their eyes watering, make-up running, spit covering their mouth and dripping to their chest.

    Malcolm grabbed the back of his head and forced him all the way down on his cock. Tyler choked and gasped for air and he felt like he was going to pass out. With the cock now reaching his throat he felt the need to puke. He persisted and kept sucking on the massive member.

    Malcolm placed his hands onto the back of Tyler’s head forcing him further down on his dick.

    “That’s it, boy, take all of it”

    “Tell me what you want, Tyler. Tell me why you are here”

    “I need your help I’m failing…”

    “No ya dumb cunt, tell me why you are here. Slut”

    “I want to be used by you, my black king. I want you to put me in my place. I want to be reigned in by your power. To use me in any way you see fit. I now belong to you. Sir”

    “Like music to my ears, that sounds so good” Tyler continued to suck on Malcolm’s dick. As Tyler continued to express his desires Malcolm was edging closer and closer to climax. Having a slut at his complete command was always a fantasy of his and now right in front of him, it was becoming a reality.

    Tyler opened his jaw wide and let the mighty member invade his mouth. Encouraged by the pressure of Malcolm’s hand on the back of his neck Tyler quickly found that he had swallowed more than he could cope with and began chocking. He still persisted eagerly to please Malcolm. After a while, the two finally got into a rhythm both lost in the passion.

    Malcolm ready to climax grabbed onto Tyler’s head and held it in place. Firing off spurt after spurt of big creamy delicious cum into the willing cunt’s mouth as he eagerly swallowed it and licked the dick in order to milk it dry.

    “I feel like my hole is jealous, come on and get in there” Malcolm flipped around and pushed his ass back onto Tyler’s lips. Tyler licked and sucked as best he could. Making sure to get it nice and wet.

    “That’s it just like that” Malcolm looked down at his watch and noticed the time.

    “Oh, shit, I’ve got to get going get up” he reached down and played with Tyler’s hole.

    “You are ready to get your pussy fucked, aren’t you?” Malcolm was coming down from his high. “Well you are going to have to wait, I’ve got to shower and get to class” he reached around and grabbed his phone from his pockets.

    “You know you’ve got some pretty hairy, strong legs here,” Tyler said as he wiped his face of the nut juices and saliva that now coated his chin.

    “Warner building. Room 523. Be there at 8 tonight sharp. We can finish this little fiasco. Meanwhile, I’ll send you tomorrow’s quiz answers for the great job you did here.”

    Malcolm pulled his pants back up and walked out of the bathroom. Tyler still there on his knees not sure wherever or not to continue to jerk his cock or head to his next class.

    The thrill of being almost caught sparked his interest as he whipped his cock out of his pants in all of its six-inch glory he stroked feverishly reliving the moments of being a slut. With his other hand, he pinched on his nipple in order to increase the pleasurable sensation. In his head he kept repeating to himself how much “Oh yess sir, give it to me sir, let me taste you, sir, can I taste your balls, sir.”

    Just then someone walked into the bathroom. “Yo, ya perv what the hell man” Tyler was caught off guard he was so close to cumming but instantly removed his hand from his cock, pulled up his pants and ran out of the bathroom.” As he ran back to his room he could still feel his hard cock pressed against his pants. He tried to run in a way that would conceal his member, but since it wasn’t that big it wasn’t hard to hide.

    Once he got back to his room, he laid down on the bed. His roommate was also in the room so any chance of him finishing what he had going on before was off the table. Instead, he proceeded to take a nap to rest up for tonight’s session.

    * 8:02 pm: Where ya at bitch* Malcolm had sent a message to Tyler. One thing about Malcolm was that he was a stickler for time, so being late was unacceptable.

    Tyler hears the door slam. He is rudely awakened by a furious Malcolm who is now standing over him.

    “YO, WAT the FUCK man!”

    “You tell me, I told you to meet me at 8 at my place, but here you are sleeping the night away. Either you don’t want my help anymore, or you just were tired. Either way, I’ve come for that ass. Gave your roommate a couple of bucks to find somewhere else to lay his head tonight because you are all mine”

    It wasn’t that Tyler was no longer interested in meeting but rather he just overslept. He knew he should have set an alarm but with being up all night studying the night before he was just getting rest. Tyler climbed off of the bed onto his knees in front of Malcolm.

    “I’m so sorry SIR, how can I make this up to you. I really need to pass that class. And I really need some more of that huge third leg of a cock to feed me”

    “Good, let us begin,” Malcolm said as he looked down into Tyler’s eyes.


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  • Nick & Sean, the Well-Hung Firefighters

    It all happened so fast. I smelled the smoke and groggily took off my headphones. I awoke from my slumber instantly. I felt warmth. Flashing lights were visible through my drapes.

    I immediately got up and opened my bedroom door. The hallway was filled with smoke. I could barely see, but from memory I made my way to the door. The second I opened it, the warmth and brightness of the flames stopped me dead in my tracks.

    “Sir! Sir! Stay right where you are!”

    I couldn’t see, but there must have been a firefighter on the flight of stairs that went down to the exit of my apartment building. I stayed where I was and even stepped back a little. I had no idea what to do. I looked back into my apartment and felt a mix of anger, fear and sadness.

    “Is there anyone else in your residence Sir?”

    Suddenly I started coughing.

    “Sir?”

    “No… no! Just me!”, I managed to squeeze out.

    My cough got worse. I felt the smoke stinging my eyes.

    As my eyes started getting used to the smoke and darkness, I saw the firefighter making his way to me. My cough continued to get worse.

    “You’re OK, Sir, come with me.”

    Feeling the protective gear on my bare skin reminded me that I was in nothing but my underwear. It was hard to care as I felt myself floating down the stairs, the firefighter professionally dodging the flames. Even though I felt such heat, I never got burned.

    We finally made it out of the building and I realized I was being carried like a baby. Even though I felt the fresh air and my eyes were feeling better, I continued to cough.

    “This is the last one!”, the firefighter yelled out.

    He carried me in one go to a paramedic who was waiting for me by an ambulance. He put me down on the back of it, my feet dangling above the floor.

    I still coughed as the paramedic, who introduced herself as Yvonne, gave me an oxygen mask.

    “Try to breathe slowly”, she said.

    I realized the stress had caused me to take short breaths, only increasing my shortness of breath. I noticed the firefighter stayed with me and took off his protective mask and helmet. He was gorgeous. He looked concerned. I found my gaze drifting from Yvonne to the firefighter. He was maybe just short of 6’ (180cm), brown hair, blue eyes and a nice stubble. I felt someone wrapping me in golden tinfoil from behind.

    My coughing stopped. Yvonne checked my eyes and wanted me to look her way. I felt myself calming down.

    “Your eyes are a little red but you’re going to be OK”, she told me.

    She smiled.

    “W-what happened?”, I tried to speak, but my voice was hoarse.

    Yvonne took my mask off.

    “I’m Sean”, I suddenly heard.

    The firefighter was still there.

    “J-Jackson”, I replied.

    “The fire started in apartment 236.”

    “Bennie? Is he OK?”

    “Yes”, Sean told me as Yvonne handed me a bottle of water, “he was able to escape by himself. He knocked over a candle and the drapes caught fire. He is feeling very distressed right now.”

    Bennie was an older man living by himself. Whenever I saw him outside I always checked up on him to make sure he was doing alright. He didn’t have a partner or children. Though one time he very proudly introduced me to his brother who had been visiting from New Jersey.

    And suddenly I saw him. Bennie’s tall, slender figure approached behind Sean the firefighter.

    “Jackson, a-are you alright?”

    “I’m OK, Bennie.”

    I could tell he had been crying.

    “I am so sorry”, he started.

    “It’s OK, come give me a hug.”

    I gestured for him to come closer. He whimpered and started crying again as he walked towards me and held me.

    The paramedics drove me to my Mom’s house in Norphlet, a ten minute drive from my apartment in El Dorado, Arkansas. My Mom was so emotional at first and then so very relieved. I was not really feeling any emotions yet. It was very slowly sinking in what exactly had happened.

    I just couldn’t sleep. My Mom tried to stay awake with me, bringing me more hot tea than I ever wanted. She fell asleep on the sofa by 5:00 AM.

    Staying with my Mom after the fire was actually really nice. She took such good care of me, she went with me when I was allowed to check on the damage and she helped me to deal with the insurance stuff. Also, she didn’t judge when I slept late, which she used to do when I was a teenager.

    My boss had insisted I take time off when I told her about what had happened. Even though at first I thought I would have enjoyed the distraction of work, I also realized I needed to take time to process what had happened. And when I did need distraction, Mom suggested we bake.

    Mom and I had baked cookies together since I was very young. It had been so long ago since I had done this, it was a great idea.

    “Why don’t you take a batch and bring them to the fire department? I do believe they are volunteers. And they saved your life!”

    They really did. It was a great idea.

    In my Mom’s car I drove back down to El Dorado. I knew exactly where to go, there was a Fire Department building about 5 minutes away from my house. Suddenly I pictured the fire fighter’s face in my mind again. What was his name? Sean. I could ask for him specifically. He risked his life to save mine. And, not unimportant, I remembered him to be hot. It would be nice to see him.

    I parked my car in the driveway so that it didn’t block any of the exits for the firetrucks. I got out and took the Tupperware with cookies with me. I wandered into the station, passing these big, red firetrucks. In the back I saw a kitchen, a table and some chairs. There was only person. A very hot man with jet black hair and a beard in a tight black T-shirt and jeans. His arms rippled with muscles as he cleaned the table. I suddenly felt a little silly walking into this hypermasculine environment with a Tupperware filled with cookies.

    “E-excuse me?”

    The man looked up. His eyes were green. They pierced through me.

    “Hey, how are you?”

    “I’m good, thanks”, I chuckled.

    “How can I help you?”

    “I-I’m looking for Sean. Does he work here?”

    “Sean Trevisani?”

    “I don’t know”, I said.

    “Did he look Italian?”

    “I guess.”

    “Yeah, he’s upstairs. How do you know him?”

    “He, uhm… well, he saved my life.”

    “Really? Hudson Street fire?”

    “Yeah!”

    This God of a man walked towards me to shake my hand.

    “I’m Nick. I was there too.”

    “Jackson. Thank you so much for your help.”

    “No problem, man!”

    Eye contact with this man made my groin stir.

    “So, you must have been the hot guy that got out last. Were you in your underwear?”

    I didn’t know what to say.

    “Sean couldn’t stop talking about you.”

    I could feel my face turn red. I looked down. Nick laughed.

    “Don’t worry about it, just a harmless joke”, he said.

    It didn’t sound like a joke, but if it was, it was one that got my hopes up.

    I showed Nick the cookies I had baked. He was very enthusiastic.

    “Can I try one? Sean won’t mind.”

    He took one bite and his eyes rolled up.

    “Soooo good”, he exclaimed.

    Nick insisted to give me a tour of the fire station. He showed me the trucks, which was cool enough. Upstairs, he showed me where most of the firefighters were relaxing. They were watching some sort of martial arts match on TV. Sean wasn’t among them. Most of them were older guys, not even close to being as in shape as Nick or Sean. I noticed there was only one woman. When Nick said I was in the Hudson Street fire, they wanted me to tell them exactly how I experienced it.

    Once I finished telling my story, Nick asked them where Sean was.

    “Oh, he went for a nap like half an hour ago.”

    I said goodbye to all the other fire fighters. In the hallway, Nick asked me if he should wake Sean up.

    “No, leave it”, I said.

    I felt like it would be an invasion of privacy.

    Nick left the sleeping quarters out of his tour and just wanted to show the bathroom. When the door swung open, it was immediately clear that someone was there. A fully naked man stood there with his back to us. A muscular back and a curved ass. He didn’t immediately notice we were there.

    “Sean!”, Nick yelled out.

    Sean turned around in one go, obviously startled. His sculpted chest and flat stomach came into my view. Because of his swift motion, I heard his dick slap against his thigh. A large appendage swung back and forth right in the corner of my eye. I couldn’t stop myself from looking down.

    Sean’s cock was massive. Over 9 inches maybe. There was a thickness to it as well. He may have been slightly aroused. My mouth literally fell open. Even if he had tried to cover himself with his hands, there was just no way he could have covered it. He smiled awkwardly. Casually, he took a towel off the rack and wrapped it around himself.

    “We have a visitor! Hudson Street, right?”

    “Y-Yeah…”, I stuttered.

    “Was it Jackson?”

    “Yeah!”

    He shook my hand, using his other hand to keep the towel around his waist.

    “I just wanted to thank you for saving me that night.”

    “Oh, that is so nice. You were very brave.”

    “He brought cookies!”, Nick said.

    I had forgotten Nick was there for just a second.

    “Really?”, Sean’s face lit up. “What kind?”

    “Chocolate chip.”

    “Perfect!”

    Sean wanted to talk more and said he would be down in the kitchen soon.

    “Well, you certainly got an eyeful!”, Nick said as we walked downstairs.

    I chuckled.

    “Yeah, that was…. hot.”

    It slipped out. For a split second I was embarrassed.

    “So you are into him!”, Nick exclaimed happily. “You two should totally go on a date.”

    Because I had some more time with just Nick, I had to make sure that he wasn’t kidding.

    “I’m telling you man, Sean was really into you.”

    “Is he gay?”

    “Sean is gay, yeah.”

    “I thought you were kidding.”

    “He has been talking about you for days! Trust me.”

    When Sean did join us in the kitchen, all I could think about was his massive cock. I kept taking quick glances down at his crotch, hoping neither of the guys would notice. Nick did catch me at some point, just winking at me.

    Sean loved the cookies and didn’t want to share them with any of the other firefighters. Nick and Sean both wanted to know how I had been since the fire, as it can make for quite traumatic experience. I reassured them that, now, almost a week after the fire, I was doing well.

    “It did take a few days to process everything, and I think I was in shock for much of the next day.”

    The guys talked about how they had experienced their first fire, and how they weren’t even half as brave during or as mentally stable after. It made me feel really good. I felt like we were friends just chatting away.

    And that’s when Nick suggested that Sean and I go out together.

    “Come on, just a drink or something!”, he suggested.

    I looked at Sean and met his gaze.

    “I…. I would like that”, he said, shrugging.

    “Cool. Let’s do it!”

    To be continued….


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