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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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20-21 May 1972. The Men’s Sun-Kissed Nudist Camp wasn’t the type of camping most of us had in mind when Mr. Drake suggested we go camping, but,…we’d all had a great time and were interested in returning when the camp opened. [Nudist Camping with Uncle Mitch and Friends – Chapter 2]. For myself, I was having a blast. Bare naked in the great outdoors was arousing by itself and I knew it would be even better with a crowd. Add to it that I’d been fucked at least once by all 6 of the other guys [Mr. Drake, Mr. Jenkins, Uncle Mitch, Mr. Collier, Mr. Dare, and his bottom, Leslie, after Mr. Dare told him to.

We took the two golf carts we’d borrowed with Mr. Dare driving, Uncle Mitch, Mr. Drake and Leslie on Uncle Mitch’s lap in one and Mr. Collier driving, Mr. Jenkins and me on Mr. Jenkins’ lap.

We went to the nearest restroom and used the facilities, including showers. It was around 5pm when we arrived at our camp and we decided to crash for a couple hours.

Mr. Dare and Leslie took one tent, Mr. Drake and Mr. Jenkins took the second and Mr. Collier, Uncle Mitch and I took the large. Mr. Collier and Mr. Drake had alarm clocks and set them for 7pm. Uncle Mitch fell asleep seconds after he stripped and laid down on the sleeping bag. I relaxed but didn’t sleep immediately.

Around five minutes later I heard someone get up and opened my eyes a little to see Mr. C exiting the tent. He stopped outside the tent and said, softly but not in a whisper, “Hey, Mr. Drake. Just can’t sleep?”

Mr. Drake told him to call him Leo, “No, not the sleep. J can still manage two days without sleep. Do you do films? Not 35mm: 8 or 16. If you’re tired, we can…?”

Mr. C said, “No, not at all. Cali me Jeff. I do 8 and 16, and I’ve got contacts with a few professionals.”

“Ah, how much would it cost?”

Mr. C chuckled, “Sorry, no offense meant. There are a lot of factors. How many, mine or yours or a combination, indoors or out or another location, black and white or color, sound or silent or a music track, costumes, if you bring your own I’d need a doctor’s note that they’re clean…” Mr. Drake laughed, “Okay, I get it. We’ll get together and figure it out. Ah, does Val do movies? “

“After he graduates, he’ll be available.”

“That guy just doesn’t quit, does he?” Mr. Drake chuckled, “I’m starting to think he’s a male nympho.”

“A satyromaniac. I wonder myself. I could think of a lot of things worse than wanting to have sex all day.” Mr. Drake said something quietly and both laughed. Then Mr. Collier said, “But I uh, seriously, think he’s a healthy male who enjoys sex.”

And I nodded off.

The alarm clocks both went off at the same time. I woke and managed to find ours between me and Mr. Collier’s sleeping bags. I was disorientated. It was seven o’clock, but it didn’t feel like morning. There was an empty sleeping bag beside me and another about three feet away. And I had a throbbing hard -on.

I opened my sleeping bag and sat, facing the tent opening. Just as I was figuring out that it was evening and remembering where I was, Mr. Drake entered with a cup of coffee. I turned the camping lantern up. He passed me the cup and smiled “I see you’re already up.” I shrugged and spread my legs [I enjoyed flirting and I sometimes caught myself doing it before I realized I was]. I smiled, looking at his crotch, then took a longer drink. I said I was having a dirty dream and that he and Mr. Jenkins and most of this group along with fifty more guys were gang banging me. Currently President Nixon was preparing to drive his 12 inches into my ass . He apologized and I said it probably would have woken me up anyway. I put my jockstrap on and, on Mr. Drake’s suggestion pulled om a pair of jeans.

He helped me up, then ran a hand over my ass, between my legs, slapped my ass and we went outside and sat near the campfire. Mr. C, Uncle Mitch, an empty chair, Mr. Dare, Mr. Drake, me, Mr. Jenkins was the order, clockwise, in which we sat.

The empty chair was for Leslie, who was apparently still angry at Mr. Dare for cumming on his face.

Mr. C walked over to Mr. Dare, “Is he still on about the facial?” Mr. Dare shook his head, “No, he just doesn’t want to play top again. He’s suggesting just making an excuse for him.”

Mr. C shrugged, “We don’t really need 6-on-1. I just don’t like surprises, and if this were a session I’d be stuck. Go tell him we’ll do five on two, him and Val, and get him out here for dinner.”

Mr. C and Uncle Mitch heated the stew and seven hotdog buns and encouraged multiple beers on everyone.

I had a beer with dinner and Mr. Drake brought me another beer and suggested we walk a little so he could float a proposition past me. I said yes and hoped he wasn’t going to ask me to work for him again.

So, Mr. Drake stopped around two hundred feet from our camp and took a flask out of his back pocket. He handed it to me, “Scotch. Take a good slug, hold it and chase it with the beer and swallow both together.”. I tried it and liked it [and I later tried boilermakers with vodka, whisky and cold sake and preferred scotch and sake, neck and neck, then whisky and vodka], and he immediately had me do two more.

“So, what,” l was well-buzzed and smiled, “are you trying to get me interesting in?”. I smiled at my flub, “I mean interested sir. Mr. Drake, sir.”

He put his left arm around my shoulders and took a slug, “Open your mouth, babe.”. I did, and he poured a little more than two ounces into my mouth, “Just the scotch this time.”. I took it in three swallows and smiled, “Are you trying to get me drunk before your proposition, sit?”

He smirked , “Drunk? Of course not. You seem fine to me. Quick 133 minus 42.” I answered 91 quickly so we decided my brain couldn’t be too fuzzy.

So, Mr. Drake was flying two clients in from 7 to 10 July. He wanted me to join them 6pm Saturday the 8th to Sunday morning the 9th. I told him yes and he promised details to come soon but did tell me that he’d like me to put my acting hat on for it.

Mr. C came over and whispered to me to go into the big tent, strip to my jockstrap and bend over the folding chair beside Leslie, facing the back of the tent. I told him about Mr. Drake’s request, and he said that was fine. I went in and did as Mr. Collier had instructed. Leslie was bent over a folding chair, facing the tent opening, completely naked.

Mr. C talked with Mr. Drake and okayed July 8 -9 [only in terms of my studio assistant work for him ]. He also wanted to assure I wasn’t to be paid. “If you want to give him a gift–cash or whatever–that’s up to you. But he doesn’t get paid for sex.”

The guys came into the tent, stripped and drew straws for order, which turned out to be Mr. Dare, Mr. C, Mr. Drake, Uncle Mitch and Mr. Jenkins. A tube of lubricant was placed on each of our backs and the fifth man would time the participants.

The game was for each top to fuck each of Leslie and my proffered entries for five minutes. The top who lasted longest won.

So, Mr. Dare patted Leslie’s cheeks, then slid his semi-hard cock into Leslie’s mouth. Leslie sucked it for a couple minutes, then Mr. Dare took over, pumping steadily. Mr. C lubed Leslie’s ass in preparation for Mr. Dare and returned to the line. A couple minutes later Mr. Jenkins called “Five minutes!”

Mr. Collier went to Leslie’s head and Mr. Dare moved to Leslie’s ass. Leslie opened his mouth and Mr. C and Mr. Dare entered him almost simultaneously. Mr. Jenkins called “Start!” and they spit-roasted him, both of them fucking at a nice, steady pace.

Mr. Jenkins called five minutes.

Mr. C moved to Leslie’s ass and lightly lubed his cock and Mr. Dare moved to my head. Mr. Drake took his entry spot at Leslie’s head, stroking his cock to full attention. Mr. Jenkins called “Start!” and the guys started fucking. Normally I’d have helped get my top-man off but the point was for one of them to last longest. Mr. Jenkins came over and lubed my hole and returned to his spot behind Uncle Mitch.

Five minutes…

…and Mr. Drake moved to Leslie’s ass and lightly lubed his cock, Mr. C moved to my mouth, Mr. Dare moved to my ass and lubed his cock , and Uncle Mitch stepped up to Leslie’s head. Mr. Jenkins yelled “Start!” Mr. Dare and Mr. Collier entered my mouth and my ass together and spitroasted me and my cock jerked twice and spilled a little jizz. I closed my eyes and pictured myself bound in this position with a line of men at my mouth and ass, waiting their turn to fill me. Oh my!! 😆

Mr. Jenkins yelled “Five minutes!”

Mr. Dare moved to Leslie’s mouth , Uncle Mitch to Leslie’s ass, Mr. C to my ass , Mr. Drake to my mouth. Mr. Jenkins yelled “Start!”, all of them started and as Mr. C and Mr. Drake thrust their cocks into my ass and mouth and fucked me my cock jerked and another spurt of cum escaped me. It was all I could do to keep myself from moaning and squirming…I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the double ride , anticipating the next pair while hoping this pair would go on and on.

And soon enough Mr. Jenkins yelled “Five minutes!”

Mr. C went to Leslie’s ass, Uncle Mitch to my mouth, Mr. Drake to my ass [and lubed his dick and slid it up and down my crotch, teasing, and Mr. Dare to Leslie’s mouth. “Start!” I tried to hold on but a minute, plus /minus, after Mr. Drake and Uncle Mitch entered me and started fucking me my cock throbbed and jerked and I shot my load

“Five minutes!”

Mr. Drake moved to Leslie’s mouth, Mr. Dare to Leslie’s ass, Mr. Collier to my mouth and Uncle Mitch went to my ass and slapped it. Mr. C and Uncle Mitch thrust their cocks into me, and I couldn’t stop a whimper of satisfaction. Mr. Jenkins yelled “Start!”. Uncle Mitch started to fuck me fast then slowed. Mr. Dare tried to hold back but after a couple of minutes fucking Leslie’s ass, he grunted “Ah!” And shot his load and withdrew.

Mr. Jenkins shouted, “Five minutes!”

Mr. Jenkins stepped to Leslie’s head and stroked his cock to erection. The other three stayed where they were. Mr. Dare yelled “Start!” Mr. Jenkins eased his cock into Leslie’s mouth and pumped, slowly at first, then steadily. Mr. Drake fucked Leslie’s ass and Mr. C started fucking my mouth. Uncle Mitch slapped my ass twice then shoved his cock into my ass and started fucking me.

Mr. Dare shouted, “Five minutes!”

Uncle Mitch moved to Leslie’s head , Mr. Jenkins to Leslie’s ass and lightly lubed his cock. Mr. Drake went to my mouth and Mr. C to my ass. Mr. Dare shouted “Start!”. Uncle Mitch held Leslie’s head and fucked his mouth slowly, then faster. Mr. Jenkins thrust his cock into Leslie’s ass. Mr. C and Mr. Drake entered me together and I squirmed as they fucked my mouth and my hole. Uncle Mitch cursed softly, sped up and shot a load into Leslie’s mouth and joined Mr. Dare. Mr. Dare shouted, “Five minutes!” And just as Mr. Jenkins withdrew his cock, he jerked, and he shot his load across Leslie’s ass. That left Mr. Collier and Mr. Drake.

And down to the final two. Mr. C moved to Leslie’s head and Mr. Drake to my ass. Mr. Drake lubed his cock . Mr. Dare shouted “Start!”

Mr. Drake thrust his cock into my ass and fucked me fast, then slowed down to a steadier pace. Mr. Collier thrust his cock into Leslie’s mouth and started fucking it slowly. Mr. Drake slowed a little, taking advantage of his nine-inch cock, longer shaft equals longer thrusts equals fewer strokes per minute. Mr. C cursed, sped up and blew his load. A couple minutes later and Mr. Dare called “Five minutes!” Then he announced, “The winner, at 40 minutes plus, is Mr. Leonard Drake !”. Mr. Drake raised his arms in victory, then smiled “You guys don’t mind if I finish what I’m in the middle of I hope!”

He didn’t want for an answer. He just grabbed my thighs and power-fucked me for another three or four minutes then blew a small load up my ass.

The rest of the night was mostly quiet. We all went to a nearby restroom and used the facilities and showered. We hurried back [low fifties temperature mixed with damp skin made things feel colder than they were ] and broke out the marshmallows and wire coat-hanger ‘holders’ and the beer.

We retired around two am.

And a little past three I woke to hear two men whispering outside the tent. Mr. Collier wasn’t in his sleeping bag and neither was Uncle Mitch. One of them was Mr. C. All I could be sure about the other was that he was not big enough to be Mr. Jenkins and he wasn’t Uncle Mitch. The one I wasn’t sure of told Mr. C , “You don’t need to worry about that, Jeff. I love my wife. What I do with guys is strictly entertainment .”

I was in pajamas and laying on top of the sleeping bag, belly down.

The unknown man came in and very carefully got behind me. He lowered my PJ bottoms to my knees, lubed his cock and probed my hole with his fingers. My cock stiffened as I anticipated his cock filling me.

His hands on my ass, his thumbs stretching my hole, and I realized who it was as he shoved his cock deep into me.

Mr. Drake.

He didn’t fool around either. Once he had his cock in me, he fucked me fast and hard. He lasted about ten minutes, then withdrew, patted my ass lightly, pulled my PJ bottoms up and left. I fell back to sleep and Mr. Drake didn’t say a word about it

We got back home around three pm and Uncle Mitch fell asleep in the recliner. Mr. C called me at four pm and I told him I really enjoyed it. We talked for a few minutes , then he asked, “You were awake, weren’t you?”. We both knew what he was talking about and I said yes and admitted that it had turned me on. I asked if that was weird and he said yes, then assured me that a lot of people get off on it.

He asked if I was available Tuesday, which reminded me that the studio was being renovated. So, I was available for sure.

“Great! I was going to wait until after graduation, but they’re here Tuesday and Wednesday. I want to introduce you to a few guys I contract to. Pick you up at 330 at school? I’ll give you a ride home, you can fresh up and change and we’ll meet them at 430.”

I said that works and he added that I’d get 8 hours for studio work Tuesday since he had the studio shut down til Wednesday.

All of it sounded good. Plus, I had Mr. Sinclair’s biker bang Wednesday, Kenneth’s gang bang Friday and Mr. Gull’s party Saturday. And my studio Thursday.

Should be a wild week!

Val 😁

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I arrived at eight and was surprised at how full the car-park was considering the night was still so young. I was buzzing, almost literally, with anticipation and lust. Two hours or so at the men only sauna and then off to the night-club to dance my tits off and hopefully get screwed in the huge basement dark-room that passed as a men only dance floor. The lesbians hadn’t been too happy about Gavin, the club’s owner opening a new dance floor from which they were excluded, but the male gay fraternity was over the moon. The term ‘dirty dancing’ took on a whole new meaning and those of us who frequented the club regularly absolutely, bloody loved it.

My Saturday night usually began at about two in the afternoon when I dropped my first bomb of speed of the day. Now I know that there are lots of people out there with totally opposing views to mine with regards to recreational drugs, and I respect their opinions, but I used them for the best part of twenty years on a regular basis and because I was always careful I suffered no ill effects at all. I loved being ‘high’. I enjoyed the feelings of euphoria and general well-being my drug of choice gave me, the energy and confidence it imparted. But above all, I loved sex when I was off my face. I could take bigger dicks with comfort and all my inhibitions were, if I chose, cast aside. My arse was insatiable, taking all that was thrown up it.

Once the speed had got into my system I ran myself a hot bath and rolled a nice fat joint, smoking it as I relaxed in the warm water. At some point after finishing the joint I started to loosen my pussy ready for the night ahead. I started with a small waterproof vibrator. It was five inches long and two inches or so in circumference. Just the right size to open me up ready for it’s bigger brothers. As the vibrator was happily buzzing inside me and my cock was reacting accordingly I usually shaved off all the hair on my cock, balls, chest, stomach and armpits. I loved being smooth later in the night when I was hot and covered in slippery, slick sweat, dancing and rubbing myself against an equally wet piece of muscular man. Being smooth also showcased my slim, toned and tanned body at its full best and my pierced nipple stood out begging to be tweaked and played with. I worked hard through the week, having a very demanding job that necessitated long days but I always made a point of joining my best friend Lisa at the gym four times a week where we took aerobic classes, swam and worked out, encouraging each other to achieve fitter, well defined bodies that we both knew drew admiring glances from other gym users.

The last parts of my anatomy that were de-haired were my ass crack and fuck hole. I took as much time as I liked doing these parts as by now, thanks to the vibrator, I was very sensitive in this area. It was also a matter of pride to me that my pussy was always clean and smooth – inside and out.

Once shaved I would top-up the bath with more hot water and replace the vibrator with my seven inch black dildo that was an almost perfect copy of my own reasonably sized dick, although thanks to the chrome cock-ring I always wore at the weekend, my balls were much bigger. The dildo had a thick mushroom head to it and I allowed myself a few inhalations from the bottle of poppers as I squatted over it. It had a suction cup which allowed me to fix it to the base of the bath thus letting me lower myself onto it. I felt every single inch slide into me as it slowly filled my now hungry arse. Once I was sitting on the balls and could grind no more of my imagined lover’s cock into me I would manoeuvre myself quite deftly so that the hard lump of rubber invading and pleasuring my hole so well stayed in me and remained suckered to the base of the bath. Another hit of poppers and I was off. I fucked that dildo as though my life depended on it. It was the perfect length to hit my prostate every time I slammed myself down on it. Anyone listening would have thought I was being fucked by someone with more stamina than the most honed athlete. I was very verbal and water was splashed everywhere. I had learned from past experience that a couple of old towels placed strategically on the floor were very necessary if the bathroom was not to be flooded.

I could fuck for hours when I was on speed, and although my cock became super sensitive and thanks to Viagra stayed as hard as iron for hours, I never came. All my effort and attention would be focused on the pleasure I experienced from having rubber, metal, fingers, tongues and ultimately lovely hard cocks using and abusing my arse. I became a complete bottom. All I wanted was cock and cum in my cunt. I fucking loved it.

The ritual in the bath complete I would then pop a medium sized butt plug in my pussy and go for a jog. The feel of the butt plug moving around inside me as I ran round the streets with a raging, very obvious hardon really turned me on. Twice over the years I was propositioned, understandable given the skimpy muscle vest and high cut silky nylon shorts I always wore, and on both occasions I found myself taking my first load of the day behind the local rented out garages as the men bold enough to ask were allowed to fuck the arse off me -I did tell you I became a complete whore. As I say, that only happened twice in all the years I was clubbing on a Saturday night, but the memories still make me smile.

Once my run was completed I would strip and walk around the house in just a jock strap. In the summer months I would happily sit in and move round my back garden in my jock strap as I was extremely fortunate to have no neighbours who could see into it. I usually had another joint at this time to take the edge off the speed and calm me down enough so that I could eat something.

By five-thirty I could be found in the bedroom working my man hole with my big toys. Two in particular were my favourites. One was eight inches long and four inches in circumference with a slight taper at the top. It was perfect for me and on the rare occasion I found a real life one like it I had the time of my life. It fitted my fuck tunnel perfectly and without exaggeration I can honestly say I would usually spend over an hour fucking myself with it whilst I watched porn DVDs. Every so often I would swop for the thickest dildo in my collection. It too was about eight inches long, very thick and angled upwards rather than just straight like most dildos are, with a very, very thick base. The first few pushes up my cunt with this particular toy always made me cry out and needed several snorts on the poppers bottle before I could bottom out on it. When I was able to bounce up and down on it with impunity and a great deal of pleasurable stimulation I knew I was ready for the night ahead. My arse would take what ever was thrown at it. I was a hot whore ready for dirty, anonymous man sex. A predatory, insatiable cum eater.

I dropped my second bomb of speed at about seven and then booked a cab to run me to either the sauna or the part of the city that housed most of the gay bars and clubs. A couple of the taxi drivers had got to know me over the years and there was many a night when I paid for my ride with either a blowjob or a fuck. One memorable night three of the drivers took turns with me and I never did get to the club. But that’s a story for another day.

I enjoyed a few hours at the sauna before moving onto the club as it always provided me with extra fuck time for little effort. The basement of the old converted municipal Victorian building was subdivided into three areas, all of which contained a bench, a rack and a sling. On the ground floor there was a beautiful and large swimming pool, a jacuzzi that always seemed to be full of very overweight and very old men who hogged it all night – I didn’t go in there very often, a purpose built cottage and a gym. There were three steam rooms, one on each floor and two dry saunas on the top two floors. The first floor held all the private cubicles as well as a large communal fuck area with a huge screen showing hardcore gay porn.  The roof held a terrace and fuck area, and was the only place where smoking was allowed. The large café area on the ground floor next to the showers and changing area was always well frequented and I have to say they made a great mug of tea.

I paid off the taxi and wasted no time in entering the building, signing in, obtaining a couple of towels and making my way to the changing room. There were three men already there in various stages of undress. Two were of no interest to me at all, but the third was a completely different matter and my hard cock thickened and ached at the prospect of being drilled by him. I metaphorically crossed my fingers and took a locker close to my target.

He was a good six to eight inches taller than me which put him at about six feet six. He was broad too with a two slab like pecs and shoulders you just wanted to un your hands over – well I wanted to anyway. His stomach was slightly rounded, not fat at all, the shadow of a six pack could just be made out. His legs were solid muscle from the trim ankles to the thick thighs. I couldn’t see his bum but I just knew it was going to be two big, round muscles with a crack that invited your mouth to explore it. When I first clapped eyes on him he was still wearing his white briefs. I watched him hook his thumbs in the waistband and slowly, provocatively, push them down over his hidden bum first, revealing a smooth, shaved area of skin where his pubes would have been. The root of his cock came into view followed by an impressive piece of man-meat complete with its hood. His balls hung loose, big and heavy beneath a good six inches of soft penis. He stepped out of his underwear and flicked them into his hand with his foot. He stood straight and tall in front of me and I just know I moaned out loud. He was, and is to this day, one of the most stunningly beautiful specimens of masculinity I have ever had the pleasure to ogle. And what made it even better was the dark, caramel colour of his skin. I was stunned into total inactivity, my mouth has open, my dick was so hard it hurt and I could feel my fuck hole twitching – I swear I could.

‘I take it you like what you see white boy?’ His voice was a deep rumble that sent shivers down my spine. I sort of came out of my trance and managed to respond to him.

‘Yes. I um. Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare.’ Then I thought – what the fuck, go for it. ‘I couldn’t help myself. Your so fucking gorgeous.’

The ebony god before me laughed, his handsome face breaking into an amused smile. ‘You’re not too bad yourself.’ He held out his hand to me, ‘Leon.’ I shook his hand feeling dwarfed by the size and power of him. His handshake was firm and confident. The typical alpha male. ‘You are…?’

‘What? Oh, I’m Dan.’

‘Well Dan, why don’t you get out of those clothes and then we can go find ourselves somewhere private where I can show you just how gorgeous I can be?’ I didn’t need to be asked twice. I was naked and wrapping a towel round my waist in no time. ‘Not so quick Dan.’ I turned to face him. ‘Turn around and let me see the arse I’m going to fill.’ I did as I was told and felt his big hand caress my pert bubble butt. I was really proud of the shape and firmness of my ass and it was nice to have it appreciated by such a beautiful, physically perfect man. The caress became a firm squeeze and a finger brushed my fuck button. I gasped and felt my legs slightly give way. His arm was round my waist in a second and he pulled me against his massive body. His mouth kissed the back of my neck then traced a path to just behind my ear. ‘Relax Dan, I got ya.’ I took hold of the forearm across my stomach and pushed back onto him. ‘Come on, let’s go to the roof and have a fag. I think you need to calm down before I start making love to you.’ I heard myself groan again and I gently squeezed his arm to signify acceptance of his command.

Every man we passed on our way to the roof terrace looked at Leon hungrily, lustfully. Some then looked at me with an amused smile that said I was a lucky bugger, others scowled at me, some had intense dislike in their eyes, jealous that he had picked me and not them. Thanks to the speed I smiled confidently back at all of them while inside I was a bundle of nerves and excitement.

It was one of those warm summer nights when the air is muggy and humid and you sweat at the drop of a hat – another excellent reason for a hot night at the club. As a result the terrace was busy with guys smoking, chatting and cruising. We managed to get a corner to ourselves and settled onto one of the loungers to have our cigarettes. I sat between his legs and leaned back against him, I felt incredibly safe, comfortable and horny. As we smoked we talked. I found out he was a fireman with the Birmingham Fire Service, was single and content to stay that way for a while, liked kissing and, as the Americans put it ‘making out’ before he got down to hard core sex. He was twenty eight, two years younger than me and when hard – I had to ask didn’t I? – he was ‘about nine inches and pretty thick.’ The longer we sat there the more relaxed in his company I became. We discussed my current drugged up state and he said he was jealous but could do nothing about it thanks to the regular drug tests he underwent as part of his job. He chuckled and nibbled my neck as I described how fucking horny I was and how I hoped my night would pan-out.

Cigarettes finished he suggested we take a quick dip in the pool. It was empty when we got there and by taking our time to take the plunge after removing our towels we were able to have a good long look at each other. I was steel hard by now and Leon was at least half way to full erection. I could hardly wait to get my hands on him. We swan back and forth across the pool for a while before settling into the cave area at the back of it where a small jacuzzi bubbled away. Pulling me to him, Leon brought his lips to mine and we were soon kissing each other for all we were worth. He was an amazing kisser, his hands exploring every inch of me they could reach as his tongue forced its was down my throat – or so it seemed. I finally was able to touch his incredible body. He was firm, hard even with fascinating contours created by bulging muscles and lean sinews. I wrapped my legs round his waist and reached between us to push his now fully hard cock down to rub along my arse crack and over my fuck hole. It was like an electric shock jolted through me every time his cock head pushed against my pussy and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he was up there making me squirm and scream in pure ecstasy. Leon picked up on my mood, ‘You really do want fucking don’t you white boy? You’re just a little bitch on heat.’ His hands went to my buttocks and pulled them wide apart. ‘Try and get me inside you here.’

‘I don’t think I’ll manage without lube. You’ll be too big.’

‘Try. Concentrate on kissing me. Relax. See what happens.’ His smile melted me again. ‘It’ll be fun if you can.’

He took procession of my mouth and as we kissed lifted me higher in the water so that the tip of his engorged penis nudged against my hungry bud. I didn’t believe for one minute that he would get his big black club inside me without copious amounts of lube to slick me up. I wasn’t worried about accommodating his size as the two hours I had spent opening myself up with my toys earlier in the evening would ensure that I was stretched and ready to take just about anything.

I pulled my bottle of poppers from out of the thick elastic band around my wrist that held my locker key, and quickly removed the top. ‘Give me a minute. The poppers might help.’ I took a big hit up one nostril and felt the dizzying effect of the amyl nitrate almost immediately – like a supercharger had kicked in and sent my lust for sex off the Richter Scale. I was just about to take a second deep inhalation when Leon, hands firmly on each side of my waist pulled me down and pushed himself up forcing at least half of his thick, hard helmet through the hungry muscle that was my sphincter. I hit the poppers hard and as I inhaled, gritted my teeth and pushed down onto him using my spare hand as leverage on the solid, straining muscle of his shoulder. It felt as though I was being torn in half as the rest of his helmet pushed through any resistance my tortured cunt-ring was offering followed by at least two searing inches of his monster fuck tool. Just as I was beginning to think I was going to have to make him withdraw the poppers really kicked in and the pain became exquisite. My brain told me that this was what I wanted. That above all else I needed this huge cock using and bruising my arse, that I needed to feel every single movement, every push and thrust that Leon forced on me. I quickly took another draw on the poppers, screwed the lid back on and wrapped my arms round his neck. I brought my mouth to his, ‘Fuck me Leon. Fuck me.’ Our tongues duelled as our lips came together and with a deep, deep breath I push down as hard as I could, screaming with passion as I felt myself filled to the hilt with his fuck sword. My back arched as my head flew backwards. ‘FUCK ME,’ I shouted, then braced myself with my feet and hands as Leon began to move in and out of me. Slowly at first, grinding his pelvis into my arse crack each time he pushed upwards. He stood firmly on the floor of the pool and moved away from the wall. I allowed myself to float on my back, impaled on his inflated lifesaver as he gently bobbed me up and down. Every movement caused an almost imperceptible twitch and twist of my love tunnel around his deeply embedded breeding pole and the discordant, guttural noises coming from both of us echoed around the big domed ceiling. How long he walked me round the pool screwing his manhood in and out wanking my aching, throbbing, leaking dick I honestly couldn’t say, but eventually I found myself being gently pushed against the wall of the pool and I whimpered as he held me there and completely withdrew from me. I think I almost expected water to rush into my empty, gaping channel but of course it didn’t. Leon flipped me round so my back was facing him and he took me in his strong arms. ‘Let’s take this downstairs Dan. I want you in a sling so I can get good and deep inside you before I seed you.’

He lifted me up, out of the water and onto the side of the pool, hauling himself out next to me. He helped me stand, retrieved our towels and then taking my hand led me from the pool room to the basement. We were lucky, the third, most distant cubicle was empty. He took me in and locked the door behind us.

He pulled my towel off me enfolded me in his big powerful arms and lifted me onto the sling. ‘Do you trust me enough to fasten you in?’ Hey, I was flying so of course I had no hesitation in saying yes. He positioned my legs high and wide on straps and buckled the restraints round my ankles. My cunt was open for business! He fastened my hands to straps that allowed me some movement although it was very restricted. I could reach my face with the poppers but no further.

Leon stood back and admired my spread eagled wanton form as he slowly moved his fist up and down his cock. The half-light, slightly red in colour, cast him as a mighty hulking sex god in my mind. My cock was so hard it hurt and I was trembling with the need for him. He began to run his fingers over me, starting at my feet. They traced a path up my legs, wandering from side to side. As they approached my mid-section I thrust up to offer myself to him. He just chuckled, ‘oh no Dan. Not yet man.’ He lifted his hands over my leaking dick and they settled on my shoulders. From there they drifted down my chest and circled my stomach. I was straining and twisting under his teasing fingers desperate for him to touch my cock and arse. Instead he trailed his fingers up to my nipples flicking and caressing them until out of the blue he took a firm hold and squeezed, twisted and pulled  them hard between vice like fingers. I howled at the divine, exquisite pain he was causing me, thrashing my head from side to side and throwing my body about rattling the sling. He relax for a second then repeated the torture. My response was louder and more violent than before. The process of pain, pause, pain, pause went on for several minutes and I was moaning, groaning wreck when he suddenly grabbed my head and kissed me with a force and passion he had not shown before. ‘Fuck Dan you’re hot. I’m gonna enjoy fucking you till you scream this fucking building down. You’re gonna fuckin love it aren’t you mate?’

‘Yes, yes please. Please Leon just do it.’

‘Tell me Dan. What do you want? Tell me what to do.’ His thumb flicked one of my super sensitive nipples and my cock jerked.

‘Fuck me Leon. Fuck me with your big black cock.’ He kissed me again, our lips still touching as I continued, ‘please use my cunt Leon. Please feed my hungry cunt.’ He kissed me again, then moved his mouth close to my ear where he whispered.

‘You want my seed in you Dan? Mmmmm? Do you want me to fill you with my hot, black man’s cum?’

‘Oh god yes. Yes.’

He moved round the sling and stood between my legs. Packets of lube were supplied by the sauna along with condoms for those who wanted them. Leon took a sachet from the dispenser on the wall and tore off the corner with his teeth. Placing the opening just under my balls he squeezed the packet and I felt the cold thick liquid dribble then run more freely down my taint to my waiting fuck hole where Leon’s other hand caught the slippery substance and began to smear it on, around and in my desperate cunt. As first one then two then god help me, three fat fingers pushed the lube inside me I brought the poppers to my nose and pretty much left them there as he forcefully fucked my arse mixing up how many fingers went into me with every thrust. He pushed hard, to the knuckle and splayed them deep inside me, stretching and stroking my pulsing gut. Then both hands were pulling and fucking me. I was writhing in ecstasy. No one had ever used my hole like this before, his actions had previously been a fantasy I wanked off to, so for it to be actually happening was a dream come true and I loved every fucking minute of it.

‘Do you think you’re ready for me now Dan? Hey? Do you want my cock now?’

I sobbed a strangled ‘Yesssss’ as he forced four fingers up my tortured chute.

‘Better give it you then hadn’t I?’ saying which he replaced his fingers with his thick black club of a cock and with one massive, steady, forceful action he pushed all nine steel hard inches into me. I almost passed out with pleasure until he grabbed my tits and pulled hard on my nipples as he withdrew to the tip then slammed his tool back into me. I screamed.

‘Ahhhhhhh fuck yes. Do it. Fuck my cunt you black bastard.’ And fuck me he did. Standing upright he held my ankles as he pumped his piston in and out of my wide open cunt hole. With every thrust he brought all nine inches back to the entrance then sometimes slammed, sometimes coaxed every single inch back in to my aching gut. He quickly pushed through my inner sphincter and that combined with my prostate being pounded to mush had cum dripping from my ridiculously hard dick. Thank god for poppers is all I can say. My head was spinning faster and faster as the intensity and frequency of the abuse being heaped on my bruised arse increased.

Leon was pounding me like his life depended on it. I could make out his clenched jaw as he concentrated on not cumming. Sweat was pouring down his face and his glorious body glistened in the light’s red glow. Fuck he was good, so good that to my total amazement I felt my balls and cock doing that thing that happens when you’re about to cum. I couldn’t believe it, I never came when I was on speed, but here I was, fighting to hold it back. I lost the battle as my whole body and mind was wracked by an almost painful but at the same time wonderful orgasmic wave travelled through me. My cock flailed about unhampered spewing rope after rope of my cum over me, the sling and Leon. I got it in the mouth and eye. I tasted great! My cunt muscles spasmed around the monster inside me and that pushed Leon over the edge. With thrust after powerful thrust he ground his pelvic bone into my crack unleashing a lake of his cum deep, deep inside me. So much cum that he began to pump it out of me even as he continued to pour more into me. I was gasping for breath and meeting him thrust for thrust, taking as much of him as was physically possible. Slowly, gradually his fucking became less aggressive and after several minutes he was gently, tenderly stroking himself in and out of my dripping fanny. Still buried deep inside me he reached forward, unfastened my arms and leant in to kiss me. I held him close as our tongues played with each other and our breath mingled in our mouths.

‘Fuck me Dan that was good. Best in years mate.’ He brushed his lips against mine then smiled down at me. ‘Of course I am going to have to report for racism. Black bastard am I?’

I smiled back, ‘Yes, but right now you’re my black bastard. Okay?’

‘Okay. White bitch.’

‘Mmmm, I like that, My black bastard’s white bitch.’ I shifted around on the sling suddenly aware I was aching and becoming uncomfortable. I checked my watch. Nine thirty five. Id been strapped in the damn thing for an hour or more. More than that, Leon had pounded my arse for most of that time. Fuck the man had stamina.

‘Time I let you off here I think.’ He stood and unfastened the straps holding my legs apart. I winced at the sudden return of feeling to them. ‘Tale it easy mate. No need to rush.’ He massaged my feet and like a true gentleman helped me back onto them, not letting go of me until he was certain I was able to stand without falling over. ‘Shower, tea and a fag . In that order, come on.’

I could feel his juice running down my leg as we walked back to the ground floor and the showers. He held my hand all the way. I was his property tonight that much was clear. Once in the shower we washed each other and spent a good half hour making out under the endless supply of hot water. Others came and went throwing envious looks at us. One guy tried to push in, in an attempt to get his hands on Leon’s cock – I honestly thought my black god was going to push the poor man through the wall. A simple ‘fuck off mate’ from me broke the tension and he backed off to the far corner of the shower where he wanked himself as he watched us.

Cups of tea in hand we returned to the roof terrace for a fag and to chill out. I told him I planned to go on to the club and to my delight he asked to come with me. I warned him I would expect sex and attention all night. He rose to the challenge – but that’s another story, if anyone is interested?

At 55, Maurice didn’t think of himself as an old man. But he studied his image in the mirror as he ran the shaving blade over his pointed chin. Gray hair, definitely thinner than it was yesterday. Salt-and-pepper eyebrows, getting bushier by the minute. Lines increasing around the corners of his eyes. Damn, he looked old. He tried to avert his eyes away from the mirror in disgust.

Three days ago, Maurice had to visit his family doctor, complaining about some difficulty in urinating, especially at night. He would take a leak, and then half an hour later he would need to take another one. He didn’t mention to the doctor that his erections were not as hard as they used to be or that sometimes he even lost the hardness in his dick in the middle of masturbation. Maurice hadn’t had sex for a long time, over two years; that is, sex with a partner. He did masturbate a lot, but there was no sexual relationship with anyone. As a single gay man, his relationships had been short and fleeting with long periods of celibacy in between. Now, he was concerned about his ability to perform.

Maurice looked down at his protruding paunch of a stomach. He could barely see the tip of his toes. Shit! He had been careful to remain fit, but the years were playing a dirty game on him. His body had changed from an acceptable physique to a flabby one. He hated this. But more than that, his erections!

The most recent partner Maurice enjoyed was 45 years old, married with children, but loved to get fucked. Maurice was more than willing to oblige. He loved topping other men. His fat, fairly long cock had always treated him nicely. His bottom partners had never complained, and he invariably had been able to bring them to ejaculation as he fucked their ass. But his last fuck session was a total fiasco. Maurice lost his erection inside his partner, before ejaculation. He was embarrassed and tried to apologize, but his partner didn’t appreciate his top not able to get it up and that was the end of that!

He contemplated at what the urologist had told him. His prostate gland was enlarged and was pressing on his bladder tubes. There was no real threat of cancer, the urologist said, but from now on, Maurice would have to live with more frequent visits to the toilet and less frequent hardening of the penis. This was torturous news to him. How was he going to fuck with a semi-erection? Tears welled inside his eyeballs. He touched his dick, pressing on it with a vengeance. Why? Why me? I’m not that old.

Maurice knew that he was going through a traumatic period of his life. He also knew that the best way to survive the trauma is to accept things as they were, to try to live with the reality. His sex drive was still strong. It was only that his cock wouldn’t respond as forcefully as it used to. He decided to live with this. There was no point on crying over spilt milk, he admonished himself.

But what would he do for sex? If he couldn’t fuck, what could he do? Suck cock, get fucked, a small voice in the back of his head told him. He shook his head in disbelief at the idea. However, his cock surprisingly responded. It elongated and hardened the more he thought about sucking cock or getting fucked by someone. His ass, at 55, was still virgin. But was that a necessary obligation? To remain virgin? He had sucked dicks, but was always rewarded by getting sucked as well.

Maurice heaved painfully. His hand moved away from his dick to the area under his balls, pressing where he thought his prostate gland must be located. The urologist had inserted a finger—maybe two?—up his ass. The sensation had been very pleasant and his dick had erected, but the doctor was not surprised. That was a normal reaction to the rubbing of the gland, the urologist had explained.

Maurice tried to push a finger into his puckered hole. His ass constricted forcefully against the finger, not letting it penetrate. Reaching for the soap, he applied some on his middle finger and into his crack. The finger slid in; his cock erected in response. His other hand grabbed his cock and stroked it with enthusiasm; he ejaculated streams of cum onto the floor with his finger deep up his ass, probing and massaging.

As he stepped into the shower, he thought about what had just happened. He had just finger-fucked his virgin ass, and what was the result? An erection. An intense ejaculation.

Stepping out of the shower, drying himself, he re-examined his naked body, squeezing his hole, feeling a little itch where his finger had been inserted. Other than the white hair and the paunchy belly, he was not really that horrible-looking. Actually, he was still quite nice-looking. Maybe? If he could find someone younger? If he could get himself to accept cock into his mouth and inside his ass? To bottom for some hunk? Maybe?

Maurice’s cock miraculously erected again!

Shaved, showered and dressed, Maurice walked to his office building. He was an insurance agent. As he entered the office, he buzzed for his usual coffee. Five minutes later, Jason, the new assistant, walked in with a steaming mug. Instead of gratefully accepting the coffee, Maurice examined Jason more closely. Jason must have been 21 or 22 at the most. If Maurice had married, he would have had a son this age. Jason was also very handsome, with the shadow of a light beard, a slim figure, and now for the first time Maurice noticed, with a nice bulge in the crotch of his tight, low-hanging pants.

“Thank you, Jason,” Maurice said as he grabbed the mug of coffee, his hand shaking.

Jason noticed the shake and tried to keep a grip on the mug. Between the two conflicting grips, hot coffee sloshed out of the mug and onto Maurice’s lap.

“Shit!” Maurice exclaimed as he felt the hot liquid sting his thigh.

“Sorry, sir,” the kid apologized, letting go of the mug, with a terrified look on his young, handsome face.

Maurice didn’t have the heart to blame the kid. It was partially his fault, wasn’t it? Jason had already reached for the box of tissues on the desk, pulled out some tissues, and started to rub Maurice’s thigh, trying to wipe off the coffee that was beginning to stain the light beige pants that Maurice was wearing.

Immediately, Maurice erected! What the fuck!, he thought.

Jason noticed. How could he not? Maurice had a big cock and he was wearing boxer shorts; the erection showed through the pants. Jason kept on rubbing, more slowly now, not looking up at Maurice, who was still holding onto the coffee mug, motionless, at a total loss. Jason? No way. It never worked this way. Maurice was too old for the kid.

Finally, Jason straightened and dropped the stained tissues into the waste bin by the desk.

“I think that it is not going to stain much, sir,” the kid said.

Maurice was not looking at Jason now. He was gazing at the young man’s crotch. He just couldn’t avert his eyes from the bulge inside the tight pants. What would it be like outside the pants? How would it feel pressing down his throat? Up his ass?

Maurice’s eyes widened. The kid’s bulge seemed to get bigger. Or was it his imagination? Was he imagining an erection? He knew that his own erection was quite visible, and the fact that he didn’t even try to hide it apparently registered in Jason. The kid was responding with an erection of his own. Maurice knew from years gone by that he used to get a hard on sometimes for no reason at all.

Not believing what was happening to the two male crotches, Maurice finally raised his eyes to meet Jason’s. The fucking kid was smirking! The electricity in the office was almost palpable. Maurice wanted Jason. The sensation was not coming from his cock; it was coming from a twitch of his ass. Simple: Maurice wanted the kid to top him! It was such an alien concept for him, aching to bottom, but it was there, in his groin, shaking his body.

“Jason,” Maurice finally broke the silence, glancing at the boy’s bulge and then back at the cute, hot face. “Do you want to come over to my place for a visit after work?”

The boy nodded, grabbed his crotch meaningfully, the smirk all over his face, turned and left the office.

The day felt like a century. Maurice had just invited a kid for sex. And he was dying for the minutes to pass. Painfully, the clock crept by. He couldn’t concentrate on his work. How would Jason fuck him? Doggy? On his back? This was his favorite position as a top. Would it also be his favorite as a bottom? How could he look at the kid in the face with his legs spread and his ass plowed? He would be embarrassed as hell. His legs up in the air, like a bitch? Oh, well, he sighed over and over again as he contemplated Jason’s “visit.”

When Maurice got to his place, he was torn between mixed feelings. He anticipated the sex with unequaled passion. He had not had fulfilling sex for such a long time that his body and soul were crying out for something special.

At the same time, he was filled with anxiety and trepidation. His attraction to Jason smelled of pedophile tendency. It was there, the attraction, strong, too strong. Was it the sex? Or was it his reaction to the medical state he was in? If Jason was the fucker, would he be considered a pedophile? It would be Jason who was the one using Maurice’s body to his gratification, fucking Maurice’s ass, showering Maurice with his hot boy juice.

Scratching his head as he walked around in the empty apartment, Maurice thought and thought. Jason wasn’t exactly a kid, although to him he was. At 22, Jason could do whatever he pleased as long as he wasn’t hurting others. Besides, Maurice never at any point forced Jason. The decision to come over for sex—Maurice’s groins ached at the prospect—had been totally Jason’s.

Maurice knew that he was rationalizing. If this got out, he would be the one to blame. After all, he was the one who was supposed to be mature and responsible. Hold on, though! Having sex with a younger person: how could that be immature or irresponsible? He jumped when he heard the buzzer. Jason! The kid was here!

“Hello?” he said into the microphone, his voice shaking.

“Hi,” came the tinned voice from the entrance to the building. “Me? Jason?”

“Oh, yea, hold on.”

With a trembling hand, Maurice pressed the buzzer to open the door downstairs. He replaced the interphone set but didn’t know what to do. He paced, back and forth. How would this meeting pan out? How would it start? His heart raced, but also his groins twitched. There was actually a kid, apparently pretty hung judging by the bulging crotch he saw back in the office, coming up the elevator to fuck him. His stomach fluttered. He felt dizzy.

“Looking nice,” was Jason’s greeting as he entered the apartment. The boy looked beautiful.

“You like the place?” Maurice was still feeling anxious, even more so with this hot young specimen of male beauty standing in the middle of the room.

“Not the place, daddy. You.”

Fuck! The kid was definitely being forward. He actually called Maurice “daddy”! What the fuck!

Without any further preamble, it was Jason that was taking the initiative, as if Maurice was the kid that was being seduced. Jason approached, placed his hand unabashedly on Maurice’s crotch, and pressed his body on the side of Maurice’s hip.

“I… Jason… I, you know…” Maurice was shaking all over, knowing that he was making no sense at all. Even more unexplainable, and for the first time in years, his cock erected instantly.

“I know,” Jason ground his crotch onto Maurice’s thigh. “You think I’m a kid, huh? Take it easy, old man.”

“It’s just… just…” his cock throbbed, his ass twitched. This was so painful. “Jason? Can I ask you a question?” Maurice finally was able to utter a full sentence.

“Yes, daddy,” more grinding, more sensations from the solid erection pressing against Maurice’s hip, more fondling of Maurice’s bulging crotch.

“Why me? Why would you want to do this with me?”

“Because, daddy, you are hot!” Jason rubbed emphatically over the decided erection under his hand. Jason’s other hand rubbed Maurice’s butt. Maurice was sandwiched between the two hands, conflicting sensations racing through his body like an electric current. He just couldn’t imagine how a beautiful young man like Jason found him, an old man, flabby and gray-haired, hot!

Maurice turned to face Jason, grabbing him by the waist. Jason wrapped both hands around Maurice’s butt and pulled him closer. They kissed.

“Yes, daddy,” Jason breathed into Maurice’s open mouth. “Kiss me. I’m your boy. Kiss me, daddy.”

The kiss turned out to be the most erotic kiss Maurice had ever experienced. The boy was delicious, was deliciously eager, sucking on his tongue, moaning deeply down into his throat. Jason’s hand slid under the waist of Maurice’s pants and started rubbing Maurice’s flabby butt cheeks as his young cock pressed on Maurice’s front.

“You want me, daddy,” Jason said, his finger probing the old man’s crack. “You want my cock, daddy,” Jason’s finger rubbed around the puckered hole.

“Mmmm,” was all that Maurice could utter. He pulled away from the kid. “Take off your clothes, Jason.”

Jason took his time. Piece by piece, he slowly stripped for Maurice, revealing his tremendously beautiful young body to the old man, who was shivering all over as his eyes roamed. The defined abs, the pink nipples, the sprinkle of light chest hair, the thin trail down the flat stomach, the impossible large bulge stretching white tight briefs as the blue jeans were pulled down, the fairly hairy thighs and legs,  muscled and masculine. Maurice ached with desire for the young man. But he also felt embarrassed about his own body.

Standing in front of him, Jason kept his underwear on, his cock outlined sideways, with the tip of the cock head stretching the elastic band, visibly throbbing, showing a pink, wet slit, almost at the side of his hip.

“Now you, daddy,” Jason winked. “I want to see your hot body, too.”

Maurice inwardly laughed. His hot body? In no way would anyone consider his body hot! No way! Even so, he took off his clothes, including his boxers. He knew that he had an erection, sort of, but once the boxers and pants released the pressure off his dick, it flopped at a downward angle, actually pointing to the floor, half-way erect.

Slowly, Jason slid off his own briefs. The young cock erected vertically, almost perpendicular to his belly, so much in opposition to the old man’s dick. So fucking majestic, shuddered Maurice.

Maurice reached out and grabbed the young throbbing man tool. Rock hard! Like fucking steel! He had been proud of his own cock, reaching almost to 17 centimeters (7.5 inches), cut and mushroomed. But the boy was bigger. Maurice estimated at least 22 cm (9 inches), uncut, and thick. Pulling back on the foreskin, the pink head was completely exposed, glistening, throbbing, ready for man action.

Jason thrust his pelvis out, his head thrown back, as Maurice kneeled in front of him and lovingly fondled the vertical erection and the fuzzy balls hanging low under the base. The pubic hair was thick, but it was also soft compared to Maurice’s bush, which was all tangled and brittle. Maurice’s cock refused to harden further. He felt embarrassed as he compared the two manhoods. Jason fisted his own cock, and to Maurice’s shock, slapped him on the face with it. The slap smarted. The fucking cock felt like a wooden rod.

“Do you like that, daddy?” Jason towered over Maurice, slapping his face with his dick, across his lips, over and over. Maurice was in shock, taking the slapping cock silently, not even whimpering. Incredibly, being slapped across the face by this hard cock sent shudders down his body as he knelt in front of the boy.

Finally, after feeling his whole face throb, Maurice came back to his senses. Pulling Jason to the couch by his hard dick, they settled next to each other. Unconsciously, Maurice slipped one arm behind the boy’s head. Jason reacted by starting to lick the gray hair in Maurice’s arm pit. He reached one hand down and rubbed the old man’s crack, making him moan with desire. He spread his thighs, pulling up his balls, to give the kid more access.

Jason was impatient. Maurice felt that the kid wanted his ass. Jason already had his hard cock inside Maurice’s crack, rubbing up and down. With a grunt, lifting Maurice’s leg, the kid shoved his cock inside the butt hole. Maurice almost fainted with the immense wave of pain, his hole screaming at the invasion. Jason drove hard, careless about the roughness of his fucking. He pounded, deep, his steel rod raping the old ass.

Maurice found it hard to breathe. His muscles went taut, his ass was on fire, his dick was limp as a leaf of grass. He couldn’t find a voice to tell the boy to take it easy, to inform the boy that he was a top, that his ass was not for fucking, that the kid hadn’t prepared him enough. But then again, his dick was useless. And the boy was completely set on a rough fuck. He felt the slaps on his butt cheeks with each of Jason’s thrusts. When Jason finally exploded inside him, Maurice was totally gone, barely feeling the hot juice emptying into his bowels.

With a sigh of contentment, Jason withdrew, his big boy dick dripping cum, still erect. To Maurice’s surprise, Jason nuzzled into his side, burying his head under Maurice’s arm, his face pressing on Maurice’s still heaving chest. Maurice felt something warm dribble on his skin, around his nipple. Looking down, he saw tears streaming down Jason’s cheeks onto his hairy chest.

“What is it, Jason?” Maurice was finally able to find his voice even though his ass was still on fire. He wanted to kill the boy for raping him, but the tears softened him.

“I’m sorry, daddy,” Jason sobbed. “Didn’t mean to hurt. Sorry. Mad at me?”

Jason looked up with teary eyes, gazing at Maurice. Maurice wasn’t exactly expecting this. He wasn’t planning on getting rough fucked either. He was looking forward for some romance with this hot, beautiful boy. He definitely didn’t want to be a daddy. But it looked like he was!

Maurice fondled Jason’s hair, pressing the kid’s cheek to his chest. The boy was heaving and clutching Maurice’s body with both hands, pressing his body onto the old man, the young cock still throbbing against his hip, slick and sticky.

“Listen, Jason. I’m not your dad. What happened to him?”

“Huh?” Jason looked back up. “My dad? The asshole? He left us, me and my mom, when I was ten. He just upped and disappeared, the son of a bitch.” Jason’s voice boiled with anger. He prodded his hard cock into Maurice’s side violently.

Maurice now understood the rough fucking, the face slapping. The boy was taking out his frustration on Maurice. Jason wasn’t attracted sexually to Maurice. He just wanted a father figure to fuck the shit out of.

“You see, Jason. I understand how you feel. But your feelings towards your dad should not stand in the way of your enjoying sex. Did you enjoy fucking me the way you just did?”

“No,” the boy whispered, his cock still glued at Maurice’s hip, still rock hard, still throbbing.

“Come here,” Maurice pulled Jason’s head up by the hair and kissed him, tasting the saltiness of the tears, feeling the trembling of the kid’s body against him. “Let’s you and I make love, baby,” Maurice said between kisses.

Maurice knew that he would not be able to fuck the kid. He also knew that another probe into his ass was going to hurt like a bitch. But he still wanted the boy to fuck him. He pulled Jason on top of him, feeling the hard, taut muscles weighing down on him, the young hard cock pulsating into his flabby paunch.

“I’m your lover, Jason,” Maurice whispered to the boy, raising him, grabbing his hard dick and sliding it down between his thighs, under his balls. “I want you to make love to me, Jason.”

Jason responded by forcefully pushing forward, impatient for the fuck. Maurice pressed back.

“Easy, Jason. Easy, lover boy.” Maurice rubbed the cock up and down his crack. Every time the head passed over his butt hole, Maurice felt the soreness of the earlier fuck burn and his heart raced at what he knew was coming. Finally, he forced enough courage to place the thick cock head at his hole, letting the boy thrust into him.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” Maurice heaved as the searing pain filled his body with the steel rod thrusting into him, trying to penetrate. “Slowly, Jason. Slowly, you fucking shit!”

Maurice slapped Jason’s butt hard. In response, Jason penetrated. Maurice was writhing with the pain.

“Keep still. Keep fucking still. Don’t push. Don’t move. Just keep your fucking horse dick inside my hole and keep still.” Maurice panted, his hands pressing on the boy’s firm butt, feeling the muscles ripple inside his clutch.

Jason was breathing hard, his smooth chest sweating on top of Maurice. He had slid his body a bit down to have a better angle at the fuck hole, supporting himself with hands and knees. But he kept still, his cock head just inside the old man’s hole.

“Oh, daddy,” Jason moaned, his whole body shaking. “Daddy.”

Maurice pulled Jason by the hair, yanking his head up, still feeling the pain of his butt muscle trying to stretch for Jason’s thick knob.

“Fuck it, kid!” Maurice almost shouted with anger. “”I’m NOT your fucking daddy. I am your fucking lover. You are fucking me out of love and lust. Got that?”

“Aw,” complained Jason, opening his eyes in surprise as Maurice pulled hard on his hair. “Ok, ok, you fuck. You old fuck. You’re not my fucking daddy. You are my fucking bitch.”

With all his youth force, Jason rammed into Maurice. Still grabbing the boy’s hair, Maurice pulled harder, forcing Jason’s head down, finding Jason’s lips, biting down on them, tasting blood.

“BITCH!” Maurice cried in pain. “YOU BITCH! YOU fucking little shit!”

Maurice, being rough-fucked a second time by the monster young cock, hard as steel, roughed the kid in return by pulling on his hair and biting on his lips. Jason got wilder. Like an unstoppable ramming rod, he plowed the sore hole, holding onto the raised legs, putting all his young strength behind his thrusts. Maurice knew that he must be bleeding down there. His ass muscle stung with each pounding. The boy was insatiable, getting rougher with every second, stretching the rim, tearing at the fuck hole.

“Take my dick, you old fuck!” he screamed as Maurice pulled harder on his hair with one hand, the other reaching for the boy nipple, squeezing it hard between his thumb and finger. “You like it rough, huh?” Jason plowed deep. “You like my cock roughing you, like the bitch you are. You’re not my fucking daddy. You’re just a fucking whore.”

Jason pounded relentlessly. Maurice felt the steel rod press on his enlarged prostate gland. He reached down for his own limp dick and felt drops of precum squeezing out of the slit with each thrust of the boy’s cock into him. He rubbed around the knob, sensations of sexual desire and of intolerable pain mixed, shaking his body violently.

Jason exploded inside Maurice a second time. Gallons of hot, young jizz filled the flabby old hole. Jason was totally out of breath, his sweat dripping all over Maurice’s body. Maurice was unable to move, totally exhausted, his stomach muscles hurting from the strain of his ass raped twice. Squeezing his rim muscle around the thick, still-hard shaft, his hole screamed with pain. Jason flexed his dick, and then slowly slipped out with a popping, sloshy sound. Maurice writhed with the pain and felt the boy juice seep out of his hole, warm, stinging.

Jason plopped down next to Maurice. He reached for the old man’s limp dick and fisted it.

“Let’s see what you got there, old man,” Jason panted, squeezing on the soft shaft. Drips of precum shone through the cock slit, but Maurice remained soft. Jason slapped the limp member around. “Can’t get it up, huh?” he teased.

Maurice was tortured. He squeezed on his scrotum, willing his cock to respond, but instead of the feeling of getting a hard-on, he felt the pain in his ass. The kid alternated between squeezing and slapping his limp dick. Jason’s other hand reached for the crack under his balls. He kneeled between Maurice’s spread thighs, still roughing the limp tool. He fisted his own boy dick and brought it to Maurice’s cock, spreading the precum and his own boy juice, not yet dried, over the two cock heads, rubbing, taunting.

“How does it feel, old man,” Jason wouldn’t stop his mocking. “How does my cock feel, you hot whore? You just love it, don’t you?” More rubbing, more teasing.

Maurice erected! The feeling of the slippery hard penis over his dick stirred multiple sensations inside his body. Somehow, the pain in his butt hole receded into a pleasant tingling sensation. Jason pressed his hard dick on the elongating cock.

“Ahhh,” Jason smirked. “Seems this little pecker is getting interested. This little pecker likes my cock. This little pecker wants my cock to fuck it. This little pecker is jealous of the hole that got plowed.”

Jason bent over Maurice, full weight, and started humping Maurice’s crotch with his hard cock, his slim, wiry body slick with sweat. There were two hard cocks pressing on each other. Maurice squeezed his eyes shut, amazed at how he had responded to the feeling of the boy’s tool pressing on him. Placing his hands under the boy’s butt cheeks, he raised him.

“Woweee,” Jason exclaimed, realizing what was on Maurice’s mind. “Old dick wants my little tight hole, huh? Old dick is hard and wants some fuckeeeeee.”

Jason held Maurice’s throbbing cock shaft and guided the mushroom head into his crack. He sat down on the cock, the knob easily penetrating, lubed with its own precum and Jason’s sticky juice. Maurice bucked up, sliding the whole shaft inside the tight hole. Jason straightened and started riding Maurice’s tool, his balls slapping Maurice’s lower belly, his young cock plopping up and down. Maurice reached for the beautiful cock and stroked it in sync with his up-thrusts. Both came simultaneously. As soon as Maurice started squirting inside Jason’s belly, he felt the hot streams of boy juice hit his face, all over his chest and protruding belly, dripping onto his pubic hair, as the shaft pulsated in the palm of his hand.

Jason lifted himself off Maurice.

The two males, the young and the old, plopped next to each other trying to control their breathing. Maurice’s dick had shrunk back to half its normal size. Jason was still hard. Fuck! Will the kid ever get soft? The thick uncut cock glistened with cum, plastered on the kid’s belly. Maurice regarded the beautiful boy next to him, and he sighed audibly.

“Nice fuck, old man,” Jason rubbed the flabby belly. “You still have what it takes, huh? All you needed was some prodding from this,” Jason prodded Maurice’s hip with his boy dick. “All you needed was a hard young dick to get you interested. You love dick, don’t you? You, old fuck. You just love cock. Oh, boy. Maurice, baby, you have the tightest old ass.”

Maurice thought that the boy would never stop making stupid comments, most of which were true though. He had neither the energy nor the desire to say anything in response to the verbal abuse. His chest heaved up and down as he felt the heat of the kid next to him, blabbering away. Jason needed to vent out, to let out the anger inside him. In a weird way—almost a sick way—Maurice enjoyed the taunting, the proximity of the hot sexuality of the young man.

“Which was better, old man?” Jason went on. “Fucked? Or fucking? Bet you loved my pole inside you more. Bet you are just an old bitch who loves being plowed. Bet you are sucking my semen into your veins right this minute. Bet your fucking body is getting fatter on my cream.”

Maurice took the abuse silently. His hole was throbbing with desire, now that the pain had ebbed. Yes. The kid was right. Yes. He did want to be fucked. Yes. He was an old bitch. Yes. He adored the young cock plowing at his hole, regardless of the pain. He thought of all the bottoms he had fucked. True: he never roughed anyone up or hard-fucked anyone. He had always made sure that his bottom was comfortable with his fucking. But it was the strangest feeling getting fucked the way the boy fucked him. It was weird that he, being so gentle as a top, was enjoying hard fucking from a young man.

“This cock is still hard, old man,” Jason pressed his boy dick against Maurice, prodding. “Don’t you want to taste it? Come on, bitch, you know you want to taste it.”

Jason held Maurice’s head, pushing it down. Maurice willingly bent and took the throbbing dick in his mouth. He was greeted with different tastes. As he gobbled hungrily on the huge knob, pulling down on the skin with his fist, he tasted salty, bitter, even blood-tangy. His lips stretched with the thickness of the cock shaft as he swallowed down on it. The kid held his head and started fucking his face, never stopping his endless talk.

“Eat my dick, you old fuck. Feast on it. Swallow my cock. Swallow it whole. Oh, yes. More. Get down on it, bitch. To the base. Down. Ahhhh. All the fucking way. Yesyesyes. Almost there. Gonna feed you juice, old man. Gonna make you turn young with my semen. Suck my cock. Suck. Oh. Fuck! Fuck! Here it comes. Swallow the fucker, bitch. FUCKIN CUMMIN…”

The explosion of creamy boy juice hit Maurice’s throat with force. He swallowed, taking it all in, in spite of the gagging, his snot coming out of his nose, the boy’s cream sliding through his constricting throat down to his stomach. Yes. He did want the boy juice inside him. He would definitely get younger with this elixir of youth. He swallowed it all, pressing his lips around the pulsating knob to get every last drop.

Finally, Jason’s penis started to get limp in Maurice’s mouth. Maurice was relieved that he would get some respite as he licked the softening cock. Neither his jaws nor his rim muscle could take any more.

Maurice closed his eyes, his ass tingling, his jaws aching, his dick limp over his balls, his whole body shaking, feeling the heat of the young body beside him, and thought: how he wished he were still young! He did not feel abused. He did not feel ashamed or embarrassed. He felt full. His body was full. It was beautiful, he trembled, his hand on the boy’s sinewy thigh, slowly rubbing, enjoying the sweaty skin, contemplating on the next round! Jason covered him with kisses.

“Thank you, old man,” he whispered, and dropped into immediate sleep.

Maurice spooned the boy, his groin plastered at the boy’s firm butt, his arm around the waist, his hand cupping the young cock and balls, his lips at the boy’s neck. He too fell into deep sleep.

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Malcolm meets Montgomery while working at the zoo.
Malcolm works with elephants. Monty is brand new.

The boss instructs Malcolm to show Montgomery the ropes.
“If I teach him all I know there’ll be a promotion,” Malcolm hopes.

Malcolm is a handsome dude. He stands six feet-two.
Athletic build head to toe and eyes of ocean blue.

A degree he holds in husbandry. It’s how he got this gig.
He’s always loved animals since he was a wee twig.

Now he’s turning twenty-five. Saving every buck to get
Enough to return to school and become a licensed Vet.

So, if teaching some intern helps him reach his goal
Then Malcolm is all in. “Hope Monty’s not too dull.”

Fresh out of college, Monty’s smart as a whip.
And quite good looking too. But wait; “What’s that bulge below his hip?”

It seems that he’s been eyeing Malcolm since the moment that they met
And Monty’s growing a bit of wood for Malcolm, the aspiring Vet.

Although he’s tall he’s still shy of Malcolm by an inch or two
But lean and tight and a bubble ass, Malcolm thinks, “Yes, he’ll do.”

Malcolm drapes his arm ‘round Monty. “I don’t think this’ll be too bad.
I’ll teach you ALL you need to know. This summer could be rad.”

“The apartment we’ve arranged,” said the management of the zoo,
“Is across the hall from Malcom’s so he can keep an eye on you.”

There are no single flats. Every intern shares.
Montgomery’s straight roommate works with polar bears.

Monty learns how to wash an elephant trunk to tail.
How to get one to lift its foot so he can file each nail.

He learns that elephants like to dust themselves after getting a bath
To keep annoying bugs from biting. This makes Monty laugh.

He learns that elephants use their ears to fan away the heat.
And African ears outsize Asian’s as there’s more heat to beat.

Malcolm shows Montgomery how to keep the animals well.
What they eat, meds they get, when one is sick…how to tell.

Malcolm works awfully hard teaching Monty what to do,
But the lessons do not end when the day is through.

“Why don’t you stop by tonight.” Malcolm asks his protégé?
“I’ll fix us some dinner.”  Monty asks, ”After, can we play?”

 

Malcolm made spaghetti with sauce and meatballs, too.
Monty said, “Delicious! Now what are we gonna’ do?”

“First we do the dishes.” Malcolm is still teaching this boy.
“We clean up one mess before we take out another toy.”

They stand at the sink. One washes, the other dries.
The space between them disappears as they work, sides touching sides.

Looking down, each sees the other has tented out his pants.
They stare into each other’s eyes. Now both are in a trance.

At first they kiss with gentle lips, hands still dripping wet.
But passion overrules and tongues plunge in where words beget.

Hands on backs and backs of heads, tightly they caress.
Their textiled cocks demanding now: “More, more access.”

Malcolm reaches his hands down to free Monty’s begging cock.
Sweatpants down, out it bounds. Eight inches of solid rock!

Malcolm drops to his knees to suck Monty’s massive dick,
Naturally left un-cut, trimmed pubes and beer can thick.

Of his cock-sucking talent, he didn’t have to brag.
He devours the entire rod without a single gag.     

    

Monty sighs and moans and smiles as he receives great head
Then he begs his teacher, “Please take me to bed.”

Stripping down they leave a trail of clothes along the way
Arriving at the bedroom door naked, all set to play.

First Monty grabs Malcolm’s cock then falls on the bedsheet
And Malcolm reaches around to make sixty-nine complete.

Malcolm’s cock is not as big, but still it ain’t no slouch.
Monty works it perfectly with balls, taint and pouch.

Both men are getting close to shooting out their creamy loads.
The blow jobs stop, mutually, before either guy explodes.

Malcolm flips his student over to tackle his sweet ass,
Rimming and fingering his butt as smooth as glass.  

Soon he has him opened up. Monty’s begging with desire.
“Fuck me, Malcolm, fuck me!” He’s hot as a wildfire.

He eases in his mushroom head; waits for Monty to exhale
And fills him up full balls deep, his personal ‘Chippendale.’

Out he tugs and in he slugs with ever faster action
Moving toward a great release and sexual satisfaction.

At last he fires and he shoots his most copious spunk
Filling up completely Monty’s happy trunk.

Malcolm turns Monty again and rises in the air,
Settles down with Monty’s spike in his derriere.

It’s not too long before Monty pumps Malcolm full of cum
Sweating and exhausted they’re both tired and well done!

Malcolm tells Monty he must return across the hall.
If they are caught together the zoo may not like it at all.

Reluctantly he agrees and slips into his flat,
But opening the door he hears his roommate, Pat.

Pat and a female voice were clearly having fun.
Pat’s door was open. Clothes? They’re wearing none.

“Come on in,” Aileen says as she pulls the blanket high.
“Perhaps you’d liked to join us,” she asks with a wink from her eye.

Aileen’s a pretty lady: thin waist, big tits and such.
If Monty was straight, he’d crave her very much.

She’s an intern, too, special interest in avians.
She works with the zoo’s Emperor Penguins.

He’d never had a three-way, not with a girl in the mix,
“But wouldn’t it be fun,” he thought? He’d only seen such things in pics.

Plus, he’d always had a hankering to bed a straight dude.
Pat, his handsome roommate, could he change his attitude?  

“Not tonight,” he says, “I’ve really got to rest.”
“Perhaps another time,” he tells Pat’s special guest.

“Next week,” she asks? “Say, Friday night?”
“Sure,” he agrees, “That will be alright.”

He dreams that night of dudes and chicks,
Cunts and tits and big loads from dicks.

Next day at work the rumors fly.
“An orgy,” asks each girl and guy?

Friday night all interns know
At Monty’s and Pat’s.  Can’t wait to go.

Malcolm whispers in Monty’s ear
“Last night you made me glad I’m queer.”

 “But what’s this about Friday night?
An orgy? Do I get an invite?”

Monty answers affirmatively,
“Whoever shows up. We’ll see, we’ll see.”

* * *

Monty and Pat get things all set.
Plenty of lube and condoms they get.

Snacks and drinks for an open bar
Pat’s the more worried (of the two) by far.

“What if a guy comes on to me?
Just say ‘I’m straight’ and let him be?”

“Perhaps you’d like a pre-orgy class
In how to touch another dude’s ass?”

Pat thinks this must be a joke,
But Monty’s clearly into this bloke.

He grabs Pat’s hand and swift and quick
Shoves Pat’s hand down his pants on his dick.

“Relax, old boy,” Monty says with ease,
“Just try and give it a little squeeze.”

With nothing to lose Pat does just that
And feels Monty’s cock grow long and fat.

“Now don’t be alarmed when you see my rod.
Some people think I was blessed by a god.”

Pat says, “This is all new to me.”
“Just lower my pants,” Monty says, “You’ll see.”

Pat does as he’s told and falls back in surprise
“My God,” Pat exclaims, “That’s quite some size!”

“Now grab it,” says Monty, “and feel its girth”
“Rub it and stroke it for all your worth.”

“Lean your head in and give it a kiss,
Pat does as he’s told. Monty’s in bliss.

“Part your lips, take in just the head.”
With trepidation Pat does as was said.

With hands on Pat’s head Monty goes on attack,
Shoves his cock in his mouth, way back.

Somehow Pat took it without even a gag.
“I’ll turn this straight boy into a cock-sucking-fag!”

A few piston pumps he releases Pat’s head.
“How ‘bout we move onto the bed?”

Monty strips Pat, admires his cock,
Wraps his mouth around in a tight lip lock.

From the sounds that he’s making Pat’s enjoying the work.
Monty grabs his own and gives it a jerk.

Pat shouts, “I’m cumming.” Monty swallows his cream
Then shoots on Pat’s face like he saw in his dream.

“I think you got it buddy, you’ll know how to play
With whoever shows up: bi, straight or gay.”

Friday arrives with interns at the Zoo
Looking forward, tonight, to lick, suck and screw.

“Pat,” says Monty, “A rule let’s make it
Whoever comes in, they have to be naked.

The first to post from across the hall
Malcolm shows up and bares it all.

Six guys, five girls start the games,
Fabulous bodies, but “Shhh, no names.”

Kissing and touching begin right away.
Dicks get hard, everyone’s in play.

Tongues are licking hot chick’s pussies,
Dude’s hard cocks and lots of tushies.

Chicks doing chicks, guys doing guys,
Straight sex too among moans and sighs.

Pat sucks a dude while fucking a bitch
Fulfilling a strange sexual itch.

Monty and Malcolm double fuck a mate
While sucking big tits, really feels great.

Aileen shows her dexterity
By blowing two guys while she fucks number three.

Two girls are grinding on the floor
With everyone screaming, “More, show us more.”

The evening wears on. Everyone cums
Twice, some thrice and a few quadrenniums.

Saturday dawns. Big day at the zoo,
Lots of visitors coming through.

An air of excitement among the staff.
Interns are happy; they smile and they laugh.

Monty tells Malcolm, “Best night, bar none!”
Malcolm tells Monty, “Summer’s just begun.”

I saw his beaming smile immediately, waiting for me outside of PJ’s Coffee on Main Street in El Dorado. He waved at me enthusiastically. I waved back. I immediately realized I was getting a big smile on my own face.

“Hey, good to see you!”, Sean said as he greeted me with a hug.

His strong arms around me made me feel so safe. Keeping one arm around me, we walked into the coffee shop, asking me how I’d been.

It had only been a few days since we had seen each other at the fire station when Sean’s fellow firefighter buddy Nick had encouraged us to go out on a date with each other. We had exchanged phone numbers and now we were here on a Tuesday morning.

There was no line, but we still took our time looking over our coffee options.

“I am so sorry I had to make this into a coffee date”, Sean suddenly piped up, just as I had found the iced coffee I wanted.

“No problem”, I said, though it had surprised me we weren’t meeting in a bar some evening.

“It’s just… I have evening shifts this week and…. I didn’t want to wait that long to see you again.”

The explanation was so adorable, I suddenly found myself looking into his eyes and feeling a fluttering feeling in my stomach.

“Good morning! What can I get you guys?”

Barista Evan ended our little moment. But it was OK.

Sean and I sat at one of the high tables by the window, with an iced coffee for me, an iced tea for him. I suddenly felt nervous. This guy was so sweet, so hot, and he seemed really into me. This could be the first date of many.

I told Sean about growing up in Norphlet, going to college in Little Rock and living there for a while. Until a job brought me back South to El Dorado only recently. Sean told me about growing up in Spearsville, just South of the border with Louisiana. He finally saved up enough to go to the community college, referred to as SouthArk, here in El Dorado where he was studying to become a paramedic.

I told him that since moving to El Dorado a few months ago, I’d had some trouble finding guys to go on dates with, and that I was so happy to have met him.

“I did get spoiled with a slightly larger gay community in Little Rock.”

Sean smiled at me.

“Do they have, like, the gay bars and stuff?”

“Only a few, but I would hang out there quite often.”

“Not a fan of the apps?”

I chuckled.

“Not particularly.”

Sean smiled back at me.

“Me neither. They were great when I was young and horny in Spearsville, but these days I’m rarely on them.”

For the first time a pause occurred in our conversation.

“Nick met his husband through Instagram.”

I had to make sure I had heard that correctly.

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah, Instagram! I guess that’s…”

“I thought Nick was straight!”

“He’s bisexual, actually.”

“Holy fuck.”

“Yeah, so he’s taken, sorry…”, Sean looked at me with a teasing expression.

I realized my face was starting to get red.

“No, not like that! I just… I didn’t expect that.”

Sean smiled at me.

Once we had both finished two iced drinks, I really didn’t want the date to end. And neither did Sean.

“Do you want another coffee?”, he asked me, hesitantly.

“I’ve definitely had enough coffee”, I chuckled.

“Should we just… go for a walk?”, he suggested.

“Yeah, great!”

It was a lovely June morning at 79 degrees (26 Celsius) and hitting the low 90s later today. As Sean walked next to me, I liked how he was marginally shorter than I was. He had to look up to look into my eyes. I really wanted to hug him.

I liked the town center of El Dorado. There was a cute feeling to it. And I liked it even more now I was walking through it with Sean by my side. We continued to chat about the ice cream shop we were passing across from the courthouse as suddenly I felt his hand on mine. He held on to my index finger, wrapping his own fingers around it. I looked down at my hand. It was such a cute gesture. I looked back up at him and I realized we had both stopped walking. Sean’s facial expression told me everything I needed to know. He wanted to kiss me.

He didn’t say anything and neither did I. Our conversation about the perfect ice cream flavor combination had come to a sudden stop. We just looked at each other and I knew exactly what he wanted. I knew I wanted the same.

And there it was, on a warm June Tuesday morning across from the courthouse. Our first kiss. It was tender and passionate and my cock grew in my jeans. I could suddenly picture Sean’s monster cock again from that day at the fire station. And my own cock got even harder.

When suddenly it hit me that I was kissing a man in public, in broad daylight in southern Arkansas. Slowly, I pulled back. Sean continued to look at me and bit his lip.

“Fuck, that was hot”, he said, as I saw him adjusting himself in his crotch.

I smiled.

“I, uhm…”, he started and then paused.

We continued to stand right where we were.

“I really like you”, is what finally came out.

“I really like you too”, I replied. I knew I had the widest smile.

“And if this was an evening date, I’d…. I would invite you back to my place.”

I chuckled.

“And actually… I still kind of want to do that.”

I looked at him. There was nothing I wanted more. I knew this meant he wanted to sleep with me.

“I, uhm… I’d love that but… I wasn’t really expecting this.”

He frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“I-I’ve had coffee.”

A big smile appeared on Sean’s face. He stepped closer, my chin inches away from his mouth.

“Jackson?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do you think I had iced tea?”

I chuckled.

“I saw your bulge in your underwear. You’re topping.”

Sean took my hand and guided me to his car.

His apartment was only a 5 minute drive away. The entire drive I could see his hard cock twitch inside his shorts. He was continuing to make casual conversation about how long he’d been living in this apartment and how he originally had a roommate but she moved out. I didn’t register all that he was saying as all I could think about was his cock. His massive cock wasn’t going to be inside of me. I was going to be the top. I was so turned on.

When Sean parked his car, we got out and walked to the entrance. I saw there was a small fenced swimming pool that he shared with the building.

“Ooh, that’s nice”, I said.

“Yeah? Well, I already feel wet”, Sean replied.

There was definitely only one thing on his mind, it was already clear from his eyes.

He opened the door for me and I stepped inside. It was a nice apartment. It made me think of my own and when I would be able to live in it again. As Sean turned on the AC, he made us some iced waters. But the second he sat down on the sofa next to me, two glasses on the coffeetable in front of us, we started making out.

And the more we made out, the hornier I got. I was getting into my role as the top. Sean was letting out little whimpers and let himself fall back against the armrest. I kissed him hard. I let my hand slide under his shirt and touched his abs.

Sean wasn’t as patient and quickly took his shirt off. We continued kissing, but I could tell he was wiggling his shorts down as well. He threw them on the floor, his underwear with it. His thick, long cock was hard as a rock, pointing right into his belly button. Now he wanted my shirt off, which I helped him with. Next I took off my jeans and my briefs. Sean literally licked his lips once my cock came into view. It was also rock hard. Not as thick or as long as his, but that didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest.

As we continued kissing, I couldn’t resist wrapping my hand around his cock and jerking it. At the base, my fist wouldn’t even fit around it. Sean continued to moan and at one point wrapped his legs around my waist.

Not much later, I was fucking firefighter Sean on his sofa. His gasps and moans were music to my ears. His face showed he was absolutely loving getting fucked. It was definitely not his first time. Every time I wanted to jerk his cock while fucking him, he took my hand away.

“No no no, I don’t want to cum yet!”

It didn’t take long however, and Sean’s cock was spewing cum handsfree all over his stomach.

“Ahhhhh!”, he exclaimed.

It was such a hot visual, I came while inside of him.

We got cleaned up in the shower, but once Sean asked me to clean his hole for him I was on my knees rimming him. My cock got so hard I had to fuck him again. So I did. With the hot water cascading down our bodies, I fucked Sean again. His moans echoing through the bathroom, he came a second time.

Sean said he was exhausted and wanted us to cuddle in bed. I was still hard as a rock. My cock hadn’t gone down since our first kiss across from the courthouse, which was over an hour ago now. Naked, we were on top of the covers. Sean’s beautiful flaccid cock, lay across his thigh. Mine was rock hard and pointed straight at my face.

“Fuck, how are you still hard?”, Sean asked me point blank.

“You’re just that hot to me”, I chuckled.

“You are a natural top and you just don’t know it”, he said as he kissed me.

Predictably, within minutes, Sean was sucking my cock. And I fucked Sean a third time, this time doggy style. His cock got hard all by itself as I fucked him and he came handsfree on the sheets. He wanted my load on his face and eagerly received it, licking my cum from the corners of his mouth.

“This has been one of the hottest dates I have ever been on”, I said.

Sean laughed.

We got dressed and went to the Black Cat Café to get lunch, not too far from PJ’s Coffee, so I could easily get back to my car. It felt like we were on our honeymoon, as Sean sat across from me, smiling. Both of us sexually drained but so happy.

“Are you looking forward to going to work?”, I asked Sean.

“Not really. Would rather spend the entire day with you.”

I smiled.

“Will Nick be there?”

“Yeah, that always helps make time go faster.”

“That reminds me”, Sean piped up. “So Nick has been asking me to invite you up to his and Leo’s cabin by Lake Catherine. Not this weekend, but the weekend after. Usually it’s the three of us, but Leo can’t make it.”

It sort of came out of nowhere, but it sounded amazing. I may have left a slight pause.

“I know it’s soon”, Sean started.

“No, I love that idea! Just what I need right now!”

Sean smiled at me.

“OK. Cool.”

I was thinking I am falling in love with this guy. That’s what I knew was soon.

Sean walked me to my car and gave me a passionate kiss goodbye. I could feel my cock come to life again. I knew he could feel it swelling against his own leg.

“Fuck, your cock is insatiable. I love it so much!”

He squeezed my cock through my jeans.

“Get that gorgeous dick out of here, before I lose control and blow you right here”, he whispered.

“Fuck you’re hot”, I blurted out.

He grinned.

“Don’t you know it!”

He walked to his own car and he knew I was checking out his ass as he walked. He looked back at me and smiled. My cock twitched.

This trip was going to be quite awesome.

To be continued….

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We didn’t even make it into the house. I’d gone straight after work to see Justin’s game. In fact, I always made an effort to see Clifton High’s star shortstop in action, and Justin didn’t disappoint that day, having a great game, with 2 RBIs and some awesome defensive playing. I always got a little extra excited and worked up seeing my son do well on the field, but who knows why was so impatient and horny that day. Or maybe it was just the long day and a couple of hours pleasure-torture as I watched Justin in his athletic uniform.

I just knew I couldn’t wait, and seeing my son walk around the car in his uniform and cleats, heading toward the inside door, I just reached from behind and pulled him closed to me, his back pressing against my chest. My arm reached around and rubbed his chest, even through that poly uniform you could tell my boy was starting to really pack on a man’s build of pure toned muscle.

“Horny, Dad?” Justin laughed.

I didn’t answer him, in words. Lowering my hand, I unsnapped the white baseball pants, and reached in. I’d barely removed the plastic cup from his jock when his penis took the opportunity to expand rapidly underneath my fingers, going on its way quickly to teen boner hardness. That’s another area my son took after me, a nice long tool that was practically a genetic copy of his father’s. I tossed the cup on the cement garage floor, where it made a loud echoed sound.

“Fuck me, Dad,” Justin whispered, his deepening teenage voice about the hottest aphrodisiac to me. Greedily, I pushed down those uniform pants and bent Justin over the workbench that was just the right height. I pushed my crotch against his sweaty ass, and had the satisfaction of seeing his bare rump hump back it me. It had taken some coaxing to get us here, to get Justin to this point, but damnit if my son doesn’t want this more than his old man.

I unzipped my khakis and we both moaned as my bare hard dad cock slapped right into his moist ass groove, which was starting to sprout curly dark hair – a manly oasis in an otherwise completely smooth set of buns. I pulled open my workbench drawer, where a tub of Vaseline sat open and ready. I’m ashamed to say this isn’t the first time I’ve fucked my son here.

The slick sticky petroleum jelly melted on the heat of my cock, and made my bone feel real good as I gave it a couple of tugs to spread the viscous grease up and down its length. But not as good as the snug heat of Justin’s hole as i pushed my prick down and bored inside my boy.

Yeah, it had taken some work and a lot of patience to get us to this point, too, but now Justin could take me really well. It was like I was custom made to fit inside his tight ass and he was perfectly trained to accept his father’s hard, long schlong inside. Practice makes perfect, I suppose.

So it didn’t take long for my boy to accommodate my hard stick, and I started fucking away, probably more in tune to my own urgent needs than Justin’s at that point. I was starting to really feel pretty fucking good when I looked over.

One half of the two-car garage we kept as a gym area. Free weights, a couple of cable machines and a large wall-sized mirror. I could now see us in the mirror. Me in my business casual, Justin bent over in his baseball uniform. Rigid dad cock boring in and out of son at fifty miles and hour. I watched our reflection with lust and pride as I creamed my boy, adding a thick deposit of seed inside his buns. It had been two days since I’d gotten off and the ejaculation felt particularly satisfying.

I held inside my son as he reached down and started jacking off toward his climax while I rubbed his muscular back.

I’m about as typical a suburban dad as you can imagine. 42, divorced, good job as a manager in a mid-sized corporation in a soulless office park. I have a decent life, even after downsizing the house after the divorce, and best of all, I’ve gotten a break on the alimony since Kelsey remarried and decided to move to Minnesota with her new husband.

It was a great break for me, cause it meant Justin could come live with me his last year of high school. He’s the apple of my eye. and while I’m always hounding him to get his grades up, he’s a good kid… does great in sports, hangs with the right crowd and stays out of trouble.

So what if Justin and I don’t have a typical father-son relationship. Given the frequency and intensity of our orgasms, I don’t think either of us have a doubt that this is something we both need. I didn’t want to go back to normal now.

Especially with moments like this. As amazing as my cum was, it was just as incredible to see Justin lean up, semen dripping of his cock and his face red from the sex. A big smile on his face as he leaned in to kiss me. “Thanks, Dad, that was awesome.” Then, with an impish grin, he added. “I love it when you get impatient.”

No way could I keep my hands off this kid.

The best part was, after the sex we could go back to our father and son roles. Me answering a couple of urgent work emails and making dinner while Justin showered up. We caught up on each other’s day while we ate, I watched TV while Justin did the dishes and cleaned up. It was only 9:00 but already the day was catching up with me. Justin entered the den, like he had something on his mind.

“Dad,” he said. “OK if I sleep in your bed tonight?”

Justin and I still maintained separate bedrooms, not only for propriety, but because between us the connection was just pure sex. I wasn’t eager for it to go anywhere else, and Justin seemed to value his own space.

But there were nights like tonight. When my son craved a little more contact. I was happy to oblige.

“Sure, son. After that game you played today, you deserve it.” I winked.

We stripped down and crawled into my king sized bed, and met in a kiss. My son was learning how to kiss, all right, I thought, as his hands explored my body and in turn, I ran my stronger, fatherly hands on practically every inch of his nude jock form. Justin had thrown hard the minute we crawled into bed, and now my erection was roaring back, too, reloaded and ready.

We rolled around, not in a hurry given the impetuous release a couple of hours ago. Increasingly, my sons hands went to my hairy ass, massaging and caressing my backside intently, and exploring deeper into the crevice with his fingers.

I had an idea where this was going. It had been on Justin’s mind lately. A lot.

“Dad,” he moaned, “can I fuck you?”

I wasn’t opposed to bottoming. In fact, I’d been thinking about it more and more lately. My 18-year-old son was growing up to be a fine hunk with a nice hard tool that matches his dad’s in shape and size. There had been times when traveling for business that I’d strip down in my hotel room and start a nice, slow JO session thinking about my son rimming me, fingering me, then at last taking his turn on top, learning what I experienced week in and week out inside his tight teen jock hole.

So, no, I was getting more and more into the idea. And the more he pestered me, asking if he’d ever be able to fuck me, the more I considered just caving in. But Justin had to earn it, and lying there, feeling him maul my buns, I finally told him as much.

Naked in my arms, his cock surged against my abs. “Earn it?” he sighed. “How Dad?”

I thought a second. “You want my ass, you gotta play by my rules, got it?”

He leaned up, excited as puppy now. I had a feeling he’d agree to anything, any condition I lay down. “You got it, Dad, just name it.” His prick looked like it could shoot any second now, and to tease him I gripped it in my hand and started stroking.

“Basketball. One-on-one, you and me, 21 points, 2 out of 3.” It was starting to sink in to him, and his excitement turned into a look of frustrated determination.

“You mean?” he started.

“Yep. Beat your old man if you want a turn on top.” See, basketball was my game. I’d played in high school and college. Star forward. Even if I was twice that age now, I was still in shape and pretty good at the game. And while Justin was quite the jock in his own right, baseball was his game, where he spent his effort working on power hitting rather than speed or agility.

“OK,” he said gamely. “You’re on Dad.”

* * *

I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about offering my hole any time soon, and I didn’t. Justin and I played each Sunday and each Sunday I beat him. Squarely. But the kid was determined, I got to give him that. Put his all into the game, practiced hoops every day after school, even joined the basketball team.

One day, after a fairly close game, I could detect a new swagger in my boy. “Pretty close that time. You better watch out, Dad,” he taunted. “Before long I’ll be claiming my prize.”

I shoved the ball into his arms and pulled down my shorts. Already my cock was hardening in the cool spring breeze. “Maybe. In the meantime, why don’t you come suck Daddy off?”

He grumbled a curse word, but dribbled the ball to the side and crouched down on the carport in front of me.

* * *

Two weeks ago was too close for comfort. I lost the first game and won the second in a squeaker, 21-19. I was lagging in the third, till Justin started teasing me. “Damn, Dad, looks like you want my dick pounding you tonight.” That did it. I rallied and smoked his tired, exhausted ass that last game.

I felt on fire, and the sex was even hotter that night. I pinned Justin’s hands to the mattress and powerdrilled us both to a ball-draining orgasm.

* * *

Today was another match up. “Ready Sport?” I called as I came downstairs changed into my sweatshirt and shorts. Justin was playing a video game but paused it. A look in his eye that said he was going to try again, try to beat his ex-basketball player of a father.

I did pretty well the first game, handily beating my son. It was the second when things started to turn around. Justin ran circles around my defenses and seemingly every shot was perfect, landing right in the hoop. He whooped me, 21-11.

“Best 2 out of 3,” he reminded me. No boast this time, no cockiness, just pure focus. Game focus. I’d seen it on the courts when I played in college.

Worst part was, my son had been running me around the court, slowly but surely wearing me down. He may not have had the natural agility, but he’d been conditioning himself. And he was 24 years younger than me. He had 15 points to my 4 when I found myself panting.

I threw for a two-pointer but was no longer steady, out of breath. The ball missed by a mile.

I looked over and saw his expression. That’s when he knew. Knew he had licked me. He smiled, his white teeth gleaming, as he picked up the ball and started dribbling. Not losing the focus, he charged past me. I did my best to anticipate his move, but he sailed by and laid up the shot. Perfect. 16 to 4. Fuck.

My turn, and Justin was there at my every step. Not fouling, but playing very physical defense. Not afraid. I tried to get out of his block but as I stooped down to step I lost control of the ball which went rolling across the carport.

Now Justin took his time. Maybe to give me a breather, but I don’t think that was it. I think he wanted to relish this. Relish this milestone. He dribbled and fixed his gaze on me. It was like he fucking me with his eyes, appraising his 40-something father’s sweaty body. I looked down and could see that my son had a full-on boner in his shorts, poking up as walked side to side. I don’t know how he played with an erection, but it didn’t hurt his game. Another charge, another shot, and soon the score was 17-4.

I couldn’t lose without a fight. I refocused, got my old mojo back and shot from the 2-point circle. Not my best shot, but the ball hit the rim and circled in.

“Nice one, Dad,” Justin said, not taunting me anymore but almost as an equal, you know? Still, not to be outdone, he stood back from behind the far line and sailed his own two-pointer in.

I got one more shot in that game, but it was a lost cause. The last few points, Justin’s boner throbbed even harder and by now mine was too. I could hear him chant almost in a low whisper as I played the most physical defense I could muster. “I can’t fuckin’ believe this is gonna happen,” he’d say. “I’m gonna fuck my dad.”

I thought he’d have a big conceited smile on his face as he got that last point. Instead, he walked up to me with a fierce determination and a look of stone-cold lust on his face. “Inside,” he growled. “Now.”

We both made our way quickly to my bedroom, where we tore off our sweaty clothes.

I stood there erect but my cock was not quite as angry or horned up as my son’s. “Justin,” I started maybe we shower up….”

He pounced on me, knocking me back to the best as his mouth met me in the hottest kiss we’d shared. This was definitely a new side of Justin I’d never seen before. The deprivation had turned him into a bona fide top, all right. As we made out on the bed, our sweaty bodies rubbing against one another, my son thrust his erection against my midsection, making no bones about what he wanted.

“Gotta fuck you Dad,” he moaned. “Can’t fucking wait any more.”

With that he hooked his hands under my thighs and pulled them up. I was going to tell him to get some lube, there was a trusty container of Vaseline in my bedside table, but already he was positioning his dick at my sphincter and pressing inward. I guess there was enough sweat to lube a gangbang, cause Justin’s hard prick popped inside and filled me.

I won’t say it felt pleasant, getting stuffed like that. My boy’s pretty big and felt twice his size once inside me. Muscles were twitching involuntarily all over my body as I struggled to relax around his cock. But it didn’t hurt either, not outright. I was giving up my hole to my stud jock son and the idea was starting to turn me on big time.

Instinctively, my legs wrapped around him, letting him know I was good to go. He smiled and said “fuck yes,” and pulled back his hips and pushed forward again. “I’m fucking you dad,” he said, as much to himself as to me.

I wasn’t used to this role on bottom and didn’t know what to expect. I don’t know if Justin had good technique or how he might compare to other men. I just knew it felt awesome having him screwing me. The emotional intensity alone was keeping me on edge, making my cock jerk on my belly like a beached fish.

“You’re so fucking tight, Dad,” he hissed, getting into it now. Pounding me. Pounding his own father’s ass.

“Fuck your Daddy,” I growled and watched his face twitch up. Fighting off orgasm but not even close to winning the battle.

I knew he wouldn’t last long and he didn’t. Just a minute of eager thrusts and my boy was getting his orgasm buried deep inside me. “Ah Dad!” he cried. My hole was getting seeded and good, I knew.

My own rocket went off, spraying my chest with a fresh coating of dad seed. Justin watched transfixed then leaned down to kiss me again.

“Worth the wait?” I asked, stroking his neck as we caught our breaths. Sweat and semen slicking our bodies and keeping my prick on the bone.

A happy, excited smile was plastered on his cute jock-next-door face. “Like you wouldn’t believe. That was awesome, Dad.”

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I got a family

I was nervous in the journey back home. The time in the service are had made me more anxious since both my father and his husband looked at me as if I were already their boyfriend. And so with my heart about to burst, we finally reached home.

Now my father told me that today was one of his friends’ birthday and since we had arrived one day earlier he would go and congratulate her. I didn’t believe him. I thought it was just a feeble excuse so I could stay alone with Chad. But I kissed him and said nothing. Again we kissed each other’s mouths. That was already a habit and I no longer protested.

So Chad and I were alone at home and whenever I was panicked, I went straight to my piano and started playing. Chad went to the bathroom and I kept on playing. But soon I saw him coming out buck naked and he sat on a stool close to the piano.

-Since we’re nudists, Clark, we can start being a nudist family in earnest. So I hope you never object to either of us being naked at home after now, for that’s our intention.

-Just be yourself, Chad –I answered totally red.

And just then I felt his hand sensuously touching me, even playing with my balls and coming slowly up my dick.

-I have to tell you something more, you sexy Clark Lackerby. Your father already knows, but I wanted to tell you in private. I’m totally in love with you. And give your father some time and he will soon fall for you too.

-Oh Chad. I find everything increasingly more incorrect. I would never want you to split up.

-Not only Reuben and I will never separate but being in love with you we will love each other even more deeply. Don’t fear joining us, Clark. You know your father has left us diplomatically alone so we can have sex with each other. And I don’t want you to cum now being masturbated –in fact he had been jacking me off all the time he was talking-. I think now we should fuck, Clark, and believe me, that’s what Reuben wants. We can do it here and now.

And he went quickly on all fours exposing me that glorious ass he had and urged me to fuck him. So I quickly took everything off first and was ready to fuck Chad.

-Take a deep breath, Clark, and do it. Please fuck me; we love each other and we have your father’s blessing for this. So come on, my sexy stepson: stick it in.

I did take a deep breath and timidly started fucking Chad’s sexy ass. I was red and still thought this was not the right thing but I remembered Chad’s words and I believed him: strange as it was, I was not totally cheating my father. He’d left us alone with the clear intention that his husband and I could fuck. We three could be entering a dangerous road but at least it was with their blessing.

As I was having the fun of my life fucking Chad, I was moved thinking how much they loved me that my father allowed me to fuck his husband.

-How long have you pictured yourself fucking me, Clark?

-The moment my father introduced you to me, I saw you were such a sexy boy, Chad, that very first day I had to wank over you, thinking at least that was not incorrect for my father would never know it and one masturbates over whomever he wants.

-And how long is it since you wank over your father?

-I swear, Chad, that I never did before the other day when I surprised him naked and having sex with you. Chad, do you want me to cum in your ass?

-Of course, Clark, please do. I love you.

He was saying the word love when my cock came, as if it was a perfect combination: cum and love. I sighed; I was really satisfied. But I also cried.

-Don’t cry, my love –Chad told me and kissed my mouth. Well, whatever happens after now, I cannot avoid Chad’s love for me.

-I love you, Chad. And I had to fuck you. Now you should fuck me, please.

-Ok, Clark, I’d like you to get doggy-style. And again we have your father’s blessing, believe me.

I was eager to feel my sexy father’s husband’s cock inside me. And suddenly when I was not waiting for it, I had it deep inside.

-D’you like it, Clark?

-I could never expect one day you will be fucking me, Chad. It’s heaven.

-Believe me, this is only the first time, my dear Clark. You must get used to us fucking each other over and over again, even in front of your father for this is no cheating. He wants his husband and his son to fuck.

-I’ll try and heed your words, Chad but it’s not gonna be easy for me to assimilate all you want me to assimilate. Maybe it will be easier to become something similar to a fuck buddy of yours, since I’m sure my father would not be jealous, but a boyfriend?

-When two people love each other, being fuck buddies makes no sense. We should be boyfriends. Now you only have to feel Reuben will also fall in love with you. Just give him some time, but soon we will be three. And now I have to cum.

I felt for the first time Chad’s semen inside me and I felt really good. I think by that time I had already admitted that my father’s husband and I could be fuck buddies or even boyfriends. What I could not admit then was fucking with Reuben Lackerby and being more than just his son with him.

After fucking, Chad convinced me to continue naked till my father returned. And naked he found us one hour later, me playing the piano and Chad sitting beside me.

-It’s wonderful to find my two loves already naked. Hope you have fucked.

Blushing I told my father that we had been fucking indeed and he smiled at me and kissed my mouth.

-That’s what I wanted.

He said nothing about his friend’s birthday for of course nobody would believe he had just attended a birthday party. And after kissing me, he simply started to strip. Then he told me he wanted me to go to his bedroom. He had a new book he wanted me to read.

So once I was in their bedroom I rummaged in the drawers of their dressing table while my father lied on his chest on the bed, so I could watch his perfect ass. After some minutes looking in vain for a new self-help book, my father told me.

-I’ll write a new book soon, my dear Clark; I have a lot of wonderful new ideas. But there’s no new book in the dressing table. I just wanted to take you to our bed so you can fuck your father now. Come on, my cute Clark, look at your father’s ass and get horny with it. You’re gonna fuck it now.

I couldn’t be harder looking at the most perfect ass I had ever seen, an ass I really desired to fuck, but I told him.

-It won’t be right for a son to fuck his father, mostly when you are a married man too. You could be the one fucking me, dad.

-I’ll fuck you later if you ask me, Clark. But first it will be you shagging me. You know I love the taste of that wonderful prick you have. I also need to feel it up my ass. I need to fall in love with you, please allow me. So I want you to fuck me now. You love me and I’m sure you desire it. And please, while you fuck me, I want you to call me Reuben, and that way you will feel, as I wish, that I am becoming your boyfriend.

Still with many doubts that this was right but at least sure that it was my father’s desire to be fucked by his son, I approached the bed, looked at his butt and first groped it slowly with desire and hearing him moan and repeating his real desire now was to be fucked by his sexy son, I took a deep breath and finally dared to bury my cock in the hottest of asses, the most forbidden of asses, my father’s ass, or Reuben’s ass, for I soon started to call him by his name, as I would call a boyfriend.

-D’you like it, Reuben?

-I love it, Clark. I’m sure I’ll fall in love with you soon. It’s so hot to have my sexy son fucking me and calling me as I want you to always call me that my heart will finally meet your heart as you and I have both already found Chad’s heart and we will soon be three. Kiss me, Clark.

-I cannot love you more, Reuben –I said prior to approaching my lips to those of that wonderful man I had for a father and really desiring now to soon become his boyfriend. Something as simple as calling him by his name had made me oblivious of my fears and had persuaded me that what we were doing was the most proper thing in the world: a father and a son making love to each other and falling in love, for I could notice in his moans that he was falling for his son too. He moaned, I constantly kissed him and groped everything of that perfect masculine body he had. And the moment came when I felt the most extraordinary moment of my life, for he shouted.

-I’m already in love with you, Clark –hearing those words; I instantly had to erupt inside my father’s ass, my boyfriend’s ass-. Now it’s not only the love of a father for his son, it’s being deep in love with another boy. Long it is since Chad and I love each other. You and Chad love each other. Now also you and me, Clark. Now we are three at last and you’re our boyfriend. I only hope we will always sleep the three of us together and you always call me Reuben.

-You’re the most extraordinary boy in the world, Reuben. Ok, since we love each other now, and being a father and a son will never have any importance, now we’ll do everything. I got a family now and I feel I’m no longer a boy but have turned into a proper man today. So now we’ll know the only carnal pleasure that this family of three still does not know. Now Reuben is to fuck his boyfriend Clark. I’m yours, my love. Believe me I have no more scruples. You also love me, so please fuck me.

And then it was me lying on my stomach on his bed and first he told me.

-I’ve spent some days totally horny at that sexy ass my son has –he told me touching my buttocks with total lust and soon I could even feel his tongue probing inside- and now I will make love to a proper man, my son, my boyfriend, the boy I love, this sexy Clark Lackerby.

And when I heard my surname at last I could sense my father’s cock inside me. When days ago I had seen him fucking his husband I had already pictured his cock fucking me. Now his shaft danced inside me with infinite care, softly, slowly, lovingly. I yelled my pleasure. I had to.

-Yeah, Reuben. After now here you will have your boyfriend’s ass to fuck whenever you want. And we will never forget Chad, who is and forever will be your husband. What a sexy open-minded man you married one day, Reuben, dad.

-He and I can also be symbolically your husbands. I know my wonderful man Clark would also like to marry us if it were permitted. But if you want to become our second husband, well you can be.

-Nobody must tell us the rules that are right or wrong, Reuben, my love. Only us three will set the rules. After today we are three husbands for we all love one another deeply.

And my quick admittance made my father for the first time cum in my ass unexpectedly. I was a man now. No more tests to prove my manhood.

-And now let’s get out and inform Chad of what has just happened: we’re also in love and we are three.

Chad instantly congratulated us and smiled at us watching my father and me getting out naked of their bedroom and totally hard again and we informed him we had been fucking and were in love now.

-Now everyone loves everyone. Good, Clark, welcome then to this family of three.

Five years have passed and we’re still together, loving one another deeply. We change the boy who must place himself in the middle of the bed so every three nights it is my turn. I love Chad and I love Reuben Lackerby, whom I always call dad when we’re not at home and always Reuben at home, in addition to my love and similar names. Now I got a family. Maybe one day I can earn my living with my piano but so far my father and his husband are all the self-help I need.

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I had been in my apartment for about a year when I met one of my neighbors that lived two buildings away from me. I had rented a garage but used it for storage. I met him when I was out in my garage and he came to his garage next to mine to get some items out of his.

We acknowledged each other and I told him my name was Mark and he said his name was Josh. He appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. (However, several months later I found out he was in his early forties and had a twenty year old son.)

We talked whenever we were both at our garages or he was out walking his small dog. The more we visited and were around each other, the more I wanted him. He was always smiling and exceptionally friendly.

We had discussed our apartments and I commented that I had the largest one bedroom available. He said he liked the idea of the large patio and more space. Then when his lease was up several months later, I ran into him at the garage and he told me that he was moving.

I said that I hated to see him leave and he smiled and said, “Oh, I’m not leaving. I’m moving into an apartment like yours. It‘s bigger.”

It was just one building away from me facing the drive. With him moving into the new apartment, I came up with an idea about how to let him know I was interested in him.

A couple of weeks after he moved into his new apartment, I waited until after midnight and typed up a note on my computer I told him how I felt. It read: ‘I saw you move in and think you are hot. I would seriously like to service you sexually with my experienced mouth. At the bottom of this note are the words ‘YES’ and ‘NO’. If you are interested in being serviced orally, tape the word YES to your windshield and I will be in touch. If that is not for you, tape the NO word up and you will never hear from me again. Have a great day.’

I printed the note and handled it with rubber medical gloves to prevent fingerprints and in the still of the night shortly after two, I went out and casually walked down to where his personal and company vehicles were parked. Ever so gently, I eased the note under the wiper of his personal Dodge pick up.

The next day I passed several times, looking for a note but without success. However the following day I passed and there, taped to the windshield under the mirror was the word ‘YES’ with the word ‘Definitely’ written under it. I was shocked at seeing what appeared to be an excited response.

I returned the following night with another note directing him to a gay chat website and told him to looked for the name ‘Oral Service.’ I told him that was me and we could make arrangements there. I told him that I would be in the chat room between eight and ten for the next three nights and, so that I would know it was him, to start his chat with ‘I need serviced.’

That night at around half past eight, I was chatting with another cock sucker when I noticed a message from someone named ‘Curious.’ Almost immediately the code message popped up on the screen.

“Did you receive an offer for a blow job on your windshield?” I typed.

“Yes, I did. I’ve never done anything with another male before and have been curious for a while but had no idea how to get something started,” he replied. Then asked, “How did you choose me?”

“I followed you home one day,” I lied. Then asked, “What are you interested in trying?”

“I’d like to get sucked off. I’ve heard if it’s done right, a blow job is awesome. I might consider giving one but not sure.”

“Are you willing to kiss another man?” I asked.

“I could probably do that,” he replied.

We chatted back and forth with him asking me how long I had been sucking and how I started. Then he asked if I enjoyed sucking anther man’s cock.

“I totally do enjoy it, knowing I am giving him pleasure.” I told him I started in my teens after catching my high school football coach sucking one of the team members. I said that the coach offered to do me anytime I wanted if I just didn’t tell anyone. I said that after a few times I was curious and sucked the coach in return and had been sucking as often as possible.

I asked his first name only and he said Jim, and I told him my name was Mike. We both lied. We talked about man sex for a while and I suggested me chat for a few evenings and get to know each other before meeting. He agreed and we decided to meet in the chat room at half past eight every evening.

At the end of our third chat session, he admitted that the thought of getting his cock sucked turned him on and for the last two evenings he had jerked off after we talked.

I then asked, “Are you ready to meet and see what it’s like to have a man suck you off?”

“Fuck yea,” he replied.

The next day was Friday, and I told him to meet me at Dove Park. I told him about a partially hidden trail behind the restrooms that led to an old abandoned restroom. I told him to go back to it and go into one of the stalls, and I would meet him there. He agreed to meet at six.

I was there at half past five and went into one of the stalls. There were only two booths and there was a nice glory hole between them.

He entered and went into the empty booth and as he dropped his pants I said, “Jim?”

“Mike?” he replied.

“Yea. Put your cock through the hole.”

He did and it was half hard. I began fondling it and it quickly became rock hard and was a good eight inches. I began licking the head and down the shaft and heard him moan softly in pleasure.

After a moment, I swallowed it all and held it in my mouth, then began sucking him, working for his load. As I did, me moaned again and said, “Oh, fuck yea. That’s as good if not better than any pussy I’ve ever had. I fucking love it.”

After a few moments he repeated how great it felt and said, “I could let you do this every day.”

I paused and replied, “I’ll definitely think it over.”

After a few more minutes he said, “Oh shit, I’m about to cum.”

I really went at it then and seconds later his cock exploded and fed me a monster load, extremely thick and creamy and totally delicious.

After pulling back out of the hole, he said, “Fuck, man, I’ve never ever had a climax that complete and intense. I definitely want you to do it again.”

“You willing to get naked and in bed with me?” I asked.

“I don’t fucking see why not,” he replied.

I quickly pulled up my pants and said, “Meet me outside,” and quickly hurried out of the abandoned restroom.

I went around the corner and waited for him to come out. When he did, I stepped out and said, “So you really enjoyed that, huh?”

Looking at me he said, “You’re Mark, not Mike.”

“That’s right, and you’re Josh, not Jim.”

He looked stunned and after a moment I said, “If you were serious about wanting it on a regular basis, you know where I live. Stop by any afternoon or evening, and just so you know, your cock is hot.”

Then after giving him a hug, I said, “It will be better if we leave separately. You go back out the way we came in. I know a different path.”

As I returned to my car, I wondered if he would visit me and then I somehow I felt sure that he would.

I returned home and brought the memory of his cock back into focus and my cock got rock hard. I so hoped that he wold accept my offer and visit me often.

Then, right at half past six, there was a knock on my door. Being that I live nude, I called out “Just a moment,” and grabbed my bath robe. Opening the door, I was surprised to see Josh ther so quickly.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything,” he said.

“Not at all,” I said quickly. “Come on in.”

He entered and he looked me over, smiled, and said, “With you in that robe, I wasn’t sure if I was interrupting something.”

“Nope. I live nude and always have it close by in case someone happens to stop by, which is rare. What can I do for you?”

“Mark, I’ve never enjoyed getting my rocks off as much as I did today. I have never fucked a pussy or jerked off and reached such a phenomenal climax. The only problem with earlier today was the fact that I didn’t get to watch it happen. I want you to do it again, take your time, and let me watch.”

“I’d love that,” I replied, then added, “but I can’t do it with you in all those clothes.” As I said it, I casually removed my robe, exposing my steadily rising cock.

Immediately, Josh kicked off his shoes, and casually but with some speed, removed his pants shirt and underwear. There he stood efore me, exposing his hot muscular body with his chest covered in a light coating of blond hair.

“Shall we retire to the bedroom where you can get comfortable and watch?” I asked.

“You’re the boss. Just lead the way,” he replied.

He followed me and I had him lay on the bed. Once he was in position, I got on the bed between his legs and began casually stroking his hard cock.

Then, very casually, I began licking his ball sack then up the underside of his cock, swirling my tongue around the mushroom head.

Then, ever so gently, I took his cock into my mouth, swallowing it balls deep. As I did, he moaned softly. He watched me suck his cock for a few moments before saying, “It is such a turn on watching you blow me.”

Pausing, I looked up into his face and told him what a turn on it was for me to have him watching, then I asked, “When yur ready to shoot, would you like to watch it go into my mouth?”

“Fuck yea, man,” he relied anxiously.

“Well, let me know when you are at that point,” I said, before returning to sucking his cock.

After several minutes, he said, “Mark, it’s getting close. I’ll let yo know when it’s time.”

A minute or so later he said, “It’s time!”

Immediately, I stopped sucking his cock and began massaging the underside with my tongue. Seconds later, his cock erupted and he gasp in awe as he watched each volley of cum fly into my open mouth. Once his climax had ended, I showed him the collectred cum load, and smiled as he watched me swallow his load.

“Is it safe to do that” he asked

“It’s more protein than anything else,” I told him, then added, “Anytime you want it done, just come on over.”

For the next several weeks, Josh came over two or three times a week. I noticed that after several weeks hbefoe he left, he would kiss me. Not a deep throat tongue kiss, just press his lips to mine.

Sometime six or seven weeks later he came over on a Friday evening and asked if I had plans for the evening. I told him no and he asked if we could get naked. I said sure, and after we had stripped, he sat next to me on the sofa, casually getting closer and closer. We were both partially erect when, without warning, he quickly lowered his head and took my cock into his mouth.

“Oh, Fuck!” I exclaimed. “What brought that on?”

He paused and said, “I’ve seen just how much you enjoy it and decided to try it myself. Besides, what’s wrong with giving pleasure to another human being?”

I asked if he wanted to do a sixty-nine and he said no, maybe later. “Right now I just want to pleasure you.”

Moments later, my cock erupted and began filling his mouth. He almost gagged, but managed to control it and once my climax had ended, he pulled off, looked at me, smiled, then swallowed my cum load.

“For your first time,” I began, “that was awesome.”

“I just tried to do to you what you do to me,” he replied.

“Well, what did you think of sucking your first cock?” I asked.

“I think I liked it, but there is something else I want to try,” he replied.

“And just what is that?” I asked.

Leaning in to me, he quickly pressed his lips to mine and as we met., he parted his lips and offered his tongue. Instantly, I parted mine and we began a hot wet tongue kiss witch lasted for a couple of minutes.

As it ended, he pulled back, smiled and said, “Fuck it, man, I’ve never had a female kiss me that passionately. It was awesome.”

Looking at him, I smiled and said, “Josh, even if you decide that you never want to do any of this again, this evening has been one of the best I have ever had.”

“Mark, I have to be honest and admit that I have enjoyed it also, and now I have a question?”

“Ask away,” I replied.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?”

“Not a one. Why?” I asked, knowing what I hoped he replied.

He answered like I hoped he would and asked if he could spend the night with me and have sex.

Smiling, I said, “I was hoping that is what you would ask. You can spend the night with me any night you want to.’

As I got us each a cold beer, I asked, “What made you decide to try it?”

“Well, for starters, I saw how much you enjoyed it. I started going to the adult video stores and watching gay movies and, surprising to me, they totally turned me on. I decided I wanted to try it but only with you.”

“Anything you want to try, just let me know. And if you have any questions, just ask. I don’t mine answering them.”

“Well, I do have one question. Do you get fucked?” he asked.

“Yes, I do but only with certain people. And you are one of those people.”

　

“Well, for starters, can we just go to bed and make out? I really have enjoyed doing that with you.”

“Let’s go,” I said, holding out my hand. He took it and I led him to the bedroom. After pullinmg the covers back, we lay down and I turned toward him and after a quick kiss, began to lovingly lick my way down his neck and to, first his left nipple then his righr, gently sucking them.

As I did, he moaned softly. Since I now knew we had all night, I decided to do what I had been wanting to do. I was going to make love to his entire body.

It was what I called a ‘full body tongue bath’. I started at a man’s face and licked and kissed my way down the front of his body to his toes, then had him turn over and I worked my way back to his head licking and kissing his back side. As I did, he began to moan softly, saying softly how awesome it felt.

I sucked his nipples for a few minutes then began licking my way to his lower belly. I licked his belly, cock, balls, then moved to his legs, alternating back and forth between them.

Soon, I reached his feet. I first licked the left one, sucking each individual toe. Then I moved to his right foot, repeating the routine.

Then I had him turn over onto his stomach, licking my way up his legs to his ass cheeks. I licked his right cheek forst then his left. Then I went for the gold.

Spreading his cheeks, I lovingly drilled my tongue into his rosebus, causing it to open slightly. As it did, he cried out,”Oh, fuck, Mark! You’re driving me crazy. I love it.”

I ate his hole for several minutes before continuing up his back. Then when I reached his neck, I had him turn over and once he was again on his back, he grabbed mty face and kissed me wildly, sucking my tongue and feeding me his. I couldn’t help but notice that his cock was leaking volumes of precum which I eagerly licked up.

To my shocked surprise, he began doing the same to me and I let him. Once he started back up my backside and got to my ass, I looked back and said, “Get your cock and myhole good and wet and fuck me. I want you in me.”

He did as instructed and moments later he had his cock balls deep in my ass, and it felt awesome. After a few minutes, I had him pull out and I quickly flipped onto my back and once I had my legs pulled up, I had him reinsert his cock in my hole.

Then, as he pistoned in and out of my hjole we kissed passionately. After several minutes, he looked into my face and said, “I’m getting close.”

“Don’t stop,” I said. “I want to feel you shoot that load in me.”

Seconds later, he cried out and buried his cock in me and I felt the gush of his thick cum burst into my rectum and it felt fantastic.

Collapsing onto my chest, he took a deep breath and said, “I’ve fucked a lot of pussy, but never have I had a climax that intense. It was fucking awesome and the best by far.”

“Well, I sure as fuck enjoyed it,” I told him before kissing him.

Between that night and the following day, he blew me four times, eating each load and let me fuck him twice. As he prepared to leave, he smiled and said, “I’ve fucked lots of pussy, but never have I enjoyed sex more than I have last night and today with you. From now on, I want male sex.”

“Well, I’m always available,” I told him.

We had sex a couple of times a week for several weeks then he said he was expecting company and couldn’t visit.

It was mid week and I was at the pool when a new face appeared .

He was in his early twenties and damn good lookling. I struck up a conversation and noticed he was carying a suitcase. I asked if he was just moving in. He said he was visiting someone and they weren’t home. And the entire time we talked, he constantly looked at my crotch, and could see a bulge in his jeans.

I invited him home saying he was welcome to wait at my place. I tople him my name was Mark and he said his was Sean. We went to my place and once there I offered him a soda. And each time I passed by him I made sure one of my hands brushed againse his hidden boner. And every time I did, mine got even harder.

Then, at one point, he grabbed my hand and said, “You can have it if you want it, but there is one catch.”

“And just what is the catch?” I asked.

“I get yours in return and whatever we do stays just between us.”

“You got a deal,” I replied.

He leaned closer and kissed me before I led him to my bedroom.

After undressing each other, we lay on the bed kissing and fondling before beginning a hot sixty-nine. After several minutes of sucking each other, I asked, “Do you like three ways?”

“I love them,” he replied. “Do you have someone in mind?”

“Yes, I do, one of my neighbors. Would you like me to call him?”

“Fuck yea,” he replied.

As I reached for the phone, iasked “Just out of curiosity, just how old are you?”

“Twenty,” he replied.

I called Josh and when he answered, I asked, “Are you home?”

“I just walked in the door,” he replied.

“How about a hot three way?” I asked.

“Fuck yea,” he replied.

“The door is unlocked. Come on over and undress in the living room. We’ll be in the bedroom waiting. I want him to see your hot body immediately.”

He said he was on his way and moments later we heard toe front door open then close. A few moments later Josh entered the bedroom.

Looking toward the door, Sean suddenly pulled the sheet over him and said loudly, “Dad?”

Josh froze and his mouth fell open before he said “Sean?”

Looking back and forth beteen for an instant, I said “Oh, Shit! Josh, I had no idea. Sit down and let’s discuss this situation.”

Josh walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling the spread over his lap. “Sean, are you really into this lifestyle?”

“Yes, dad, I am. I’ve been into other males since I was sixteen. As long as both parties are consenting, I see nothing wrong with it. But I never dreamed you were into it.”

He then told Sean the entire story about how he started with me and how ne realized that it was the sexual lifestyle he preferred.

When he finished, Sean looked at him and said, “I’ve always known you loved me, but now you can physically show me that love. And I can show you how much I love you.”

I spoke up and said, “I think I’ll leave you two alone and let you decide what you want to do.”

“No!” exclaimed Josh. “Please stay and join us.”

I stayed and it was so awesome watching a father and son love each other, both physically and emotionally.

It was near midnight when Josh spoke up and said, “Son, why don’t we go to my place. We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

They left but not until they had both kissed me and thanked me for accidentally bringing them together.

Sean visited for a week and decided to move closer to Josh. We did get together a couple more times before he left, if only temporarily.

It was a few weeks later that my son called and told me that his company had transferred him to the area as their sales rep. I knew that if he was close by I would have to control y activities. He had no idea that I was into other men, both married and single.

Sean had moved into a two bedroom apartment in our complex, the three of us would usuall get together in his second bedroom, which he called his ‘play room’.

Shortly after, Mike, my son, arrived in town and while he looked for a place to live, he slept on my living room sofa. He met Josh and Sean and he and Sean started going out together, both exploring the activities for young men.

They began spending more and more time together, and Mike suddenly announced that he was moving in wirh Sean and they were going to be roommates. I then began to wonder if there was something I didn’t know.

It was a short time later, that Mike came to me one Saturday and said he had something to discuss with me. I was susp[vicious as to what it was but wanted him to e the one to bring it up.

He came in and I offered him a beer and as we sat in the living room, I could tell he was extremely nervous. Looking at him, I said, “Son, it’s obvious that something is bothering you. Can I help in any way?”

He looked at me for a few moments before saying, “Dad, there is something I think you should know, and I hope that when you find out that you won’t hate me.”

“Mike, no matter what you have to tell me could make me love you any less than I always have. What’s wrong?”

“Well, before I moved in with Sean, he and I were going out together as you know. He and I were talking and found that we had something in common. We found that we both enjoyed sex with another male.he said his dad knew as did you and you both still treated him the same as you did before you found out he was gay. I hope you can accept me since I’m gay also.”

I took him in my arms and held him and told him that no mater what he did or enjoyed with other men that I would still love him. We gave me a big hugged and I looked at hi and said, “Mike, I think there is now something you should know. I’m gay also.”

“What?” he exclaimed. “No way.”

“Yes, I am. I have been for years, and I have prayed that if you ever found out, that you could accept me. I started with men as a teen, but tried to refrain after your mother and married, but ever since your mother and I split, I’ve only been to bed with men.”

“Did mom know?” he asked.

“Not that I know of and if she did she never mentioned it. It was that we both fell out of love, and decided to go our separate ways.”

“Well, I have some news for you then,” he said.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Dad, mom is gay also. She has a female lover and she knows I’m gay. I have seen she and her girlfriend kiss and I happened to go over one day and accidentally saw mom eating Sue’s cunt. That’s when she came out to me.”

“Well, we have more incommon than I thought,” I said.

After a moment, I said, “Shall we break the news to Josh and Sean by inviting them over for dinner and be naked when they get here?” I suggested.

“Sounds good,” he said, then stepped over to me and said, “But first, I want to have sex with you.”

He leaned in and kissed me and as we kissed, we brgan to undress each other. For the next two hours we didn’t just have sex, we made love. It was awesome seeing my own son swallow my cock or smile as he lay on his back as I was sliding my cock into his ass.

Once we had enjoyed each other and given each other complete pleasure, Mike dressed and we agreed that I would give them a call the following dad and invite them ovr for dinner.

The next day I called and we arranged for them to come over around five. Mike, however, made an excuse to leave and came over to my place at half past four. I was already nude and he quickly joined me, frequently kissing me as we began to prepare for dinner.

Just minutes afer five, Josh and Sean arrived. After a firm solid knock, I called out, “Come on in.”

Mike and I were hidden away in the kitchen and when they saw us, Josh laughed and said, “Mother fuck! Undoubtedly he told you.”

“Yes he did,” I replied, “and did we ever have fun afterward. We’ve talked and Mike is anxious to watch you and I have sex,” I told Josh, “and I’m anxious to watch he and Sean get it on.”

Moments laterr we had dinner and shortly after we started a four man orgy with the boys watching us dads play then we watched our sons play.

Nothing was held back and before long we were watching each other rim freshly fucked holes, swapping spit, and enjoying water sports, both having it sprayed on you and drinking it from the tap.

It’s been just over six months since everything came out into the open. We have moved out of the apartments and together, have purchased a nice home with pool on twebty acres of land. It is totally secluded, surrounded by trees and thick brush. We are free to live nude twenty-four/ seven, which we do, and because of the privacy, we have some awesome orgies. Life couldn’t be better.

Scholar’s Preface:

To translate archaic, colloquial Greek into boppy modern English burdens anyone who would make the result relevant for today’s readers. With relish, I have applied the apparatus of contemporary scholarship to the problem, I might say. Ancient idioms have few exact equivalents, so creativity is required for effect as fresh as the original. Ditto alliterative passages. Got that?

Every culture-vulture knows that Homer’s epics exalt paltry plots through grandiloquent, impenetrable poetry. But Homer came late to the game. This present text, far more ancient, seems a conflation of carnally-concerned oralities that never was subjected to Homer’s organizational aptitude. His specialty: Cleaning up myths and all that.

Discovered only recently and premiere-published here, the precious document sheds (I almost typed shreds) understanding of lusty pre-antique relationships before there was a before. Thus – with appreciation to scholars Conroy and Vic for sparkling input and all due respect for you repentant Classicists out there – Ahem! [Ed.]

Dedication:

To the master of six whippy novels set in the sand dunes of distant Dahran, Gerry Taylor.

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Odysseus: The Lost Episode

“Where’s Circe?”

“Not here.”

“Hmm. Thought for sure, since she retired to this crappy island, that she’d be in.”

“Nope.”

“So, where’d she go?”

“Went to Medusa’s to play Canasta with ’Thena and Pandora.”

“That can’t turn out well.”

A sigh. “Never does. Takes forever, too. Circe cheats by droning one of her distracting songs. Medusa’s snakes twitch every time she gets a bad hand. ’Thena’s wised up to ’em. Her moves make the other bitches sweat. Oh, and Pandora always weeps.”

“How ’bout Vesta? She in?”

“No. She and her girls – y’know, they’re calling themselves Vestals now – they took off for Delphi. Won’t be back any time soon. They ‘trip’ something awful on fumes from that hole-in-the-ground. Dance around, giddy.”

“Went as a group?”

“Indeed, by greyhound-pulled chariots, to meet up with others, the nightingale-gaggle that calls themselves Sirens.”

“What a big sewing circle!”

“You bet. They took along skeins of Ariadne’s thread, but didn’t invite her, poor girl. Feels left out. I heard she went over to Omphale’s for a cry.”

“Drat. I have a boatload of leaky sailors. Hornier than Hades’ helmet.”

“Say, I think I know you. I mean, who you are. You’re Norman, or something like that.”

“Noman.”

“You mean, ‘No, man’?”

“I’m Noman.”

“Yes, you are. Wait, don’t tell me. Let’s see, you’ve got all those muscles, a packed crotch, bulging thighs. And…and…it’s on the tip of my tongue – you used to date that girl Helen over in Troy. Sure fucked that up, didn’t you, Achilles?”

Faster than the battering ram Epeius’s soldiers used on Troy’s dry-rot gates, Odysseus’ right arm decked the twit at the door. Left in a huff.

Doesn’t know one hero from another!

Recalling his purpose, he switched thoughts: I need some dames!

About a block away, heading back to his wormy bireme packed with frustrated men, Odysseus smacked into a well-stacked woman.

“Hel-lo, big boy,” she managed as he helped her off the paving stones. Straightened whatever it was she was wearing. “Gee, it’s been a while.”

“Calypso, girl! You’re a sight! Are you still in business?”

“You mean, servicing sailor-men?”

Head down, he nodded. Looked up, grinning.

She batted ageless eyelids and smiled broadly, “I remember how. What’d you have in mind, big boy?” Her hand stole over his gold-mesh cod-cover. “Mmmm…”

“Calypso, don’t tempt me just now. I’ve got eighty journey-tired tars who need TLC.”

“What’s that, some new curative?”

“Tender, Loving Care,” he capitalized. “Practical medicine,” he grinned again. Then grew serious. “My mariners need women, girls. The moment I saw you, I was hoping you had access to some we could engage. My hold’s full of shiny trinkets from Troy. We can pay.”

“You’re SOL,” she parried.

“What’s that?”

Her turn to capitalize, “Shit Outta Luck. Our nubiles have hied off to Delphi – all. But don’t look so downcast.” With a finger snap, she added, “I have an idea.”

“I beg you, tell.” He was solicitous. Wanted pussy himself.

“Your guys – they like boys?”

“At sea, they bonked each other ’til the novelty wore off. After all, we’re Greeks. What do you have in mind?”

“Remember ’Thena’s old olive grove over that way? In there’s a start-up Academy. Some old wise-guy called Play-Dough (or something like that) runs it. Chockablock, word is. They loll around and talk, and talk, and talk. Dialoguing, they call it. They babble a lot but everybody’s touchy-feely.”

“Great! We’ll raid their encampment!”

“Are you daft? No need. Be a good fellow now. Doll up your sailors. Clean off the muck if they’re in need of a suck. Nothing’s worse than – well, you know. Whew!” She pinched her nose, saw he needed clearer instructions.

“Have everybody wash well, don clean chitons, and walk over here. Bring some gold. Small knickknacks to spread around. You may have to pay off Play-Dough’s sidekick, Socrates. Together, they tag-team to lead boys this way and that, if you know what I mean.”

“Cheaper to chop off his head.”

“Do that and ’Thena’ll skewer your ass with the sharpest spear you never want to meet. Tolerates no disturbances in her town! Especially when she’s playing Canasta. Listen, play the game the way I say, and I’ll take you lot over and introduce everybody around. If we see any laurels on our way, we’ll weave a few wreaths for the cuties. Even if we have to stop to do it.” Her mind slipped into overdrive.

“Anything else, mistress?”

“Yes, there’s an attractive young man, Phaedrus. Socrates’ main squeeze. Leave that one alone. Got it?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll run along, if that’s all right with you.”

“Pull this off, Odysseus, and we’ll have our own gay old time.” She patted his mesh and handed him a card with her personal rates on it.

Not entirely literate, he squinted to make out a sliding scale that soared from low- to high-value coins of silver, depending on the service… Ah, he reasoned, with my gold, I can afford anything – or everything she has on offer.

With a wink in Calypso’s direction, Odysseus trotted away.

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A few hours later, his antsy crew well-sluiced with water and scrubbed with sand, foreskins smegless, Odysseus made sure everyone oiled himself and his buddies top to bottom. Giggles could be heard. Fresh chitons, bought from vendors crowding the beach, were of the latest fashion.

Calypso, canny stock-holder in the Agora’s retail shops, had alerted several salesmen.

Odysseus’ gang looked remarkably better and stank less. Fruit – it freshened breaths and curbed appetites used to hardtack at sea. Loins were primed.

As they scrambled down the gangway, another vendor appeared from nowhere with a bag of pre-made laurel wreaths. “Designed by Antheia herself,” he claimed, “and just what studly boys like – one obol.”

He knew sailors. Or thought so.

Few buyers later, he pulled from his tote, “Gorgeous flower garlands for girly boys. Lots, see!”

Big smiles.

Those sold out at two obols apiece.

For three obols, Odysseus got a particularly pretty headdress of feathers, laurels, andflowers for Calypso – and the gang set off.

***

Their Canasta game over for that decade, ’Thena, Pandora’s hand in one of hers, tall spear in the other, processed with Circe and Medusa to the olive grove for refreshments. “If my olives aren’t quite ripe, I’ll fix that with a spell. What the f…?”

Gobsmacked, ’Thena grasped her spear with a mighty arm.

Circe recognized Odysseus’ crew. Oh yeah! The Hoplites! She snickered, thinking cleverly, Odysseus’ Odyssey – The Sequel!

Medusa’s snakes hissed.

Pandora wished for her box.

A big owl, recently escaped from a far-future movie, stared from a nearby stump.

Strewn about in wild disarray: shredded laurels, olive pits, posies, boys, and more men than she and friends had seen in the last ten years.

How time flew back then! One card game…and this!

Posies, pits, and leaves were not so striking as were grunting men, bouncing butts, swooning boys – four naked limbs to each naked torso at more angles than Pythagoras had theorems. ’Thena’s usually tranquil grove bustled everywhere with bodies bounding. Outcries of joy. Now and then, a scream.

Circe, inwardly rejoicing at the melee, screeched and pointed to the far side – where stood Socrates [Or was it Aristotle? – my memory’s wonky just now. Ed.] with Plato, both draped in their bedsheets (which is why philosophers look alike at a distance), opining learnedly on the action. Phaedrus was there, a few steps back, picking-at-his-backside, craning his neck to espy what he could espy. For all the world, he wished they’d let him join the limp wimps being pelted and pounded in the posterior by powerful pelvises.

Love’s everywhere today but not for me. I hardly ever get funned. Play-Dough’s soft and, most of the time, Socrates just smooches. I long for some mighty man’s life-staff! Say, maybe Aristo…

On the verge of loosening a battle cry, ’Thena struck a pose and raised her spear.

Circe palmed her ears anticipating something as fearsome as last time’s, “Ho-yo-to-ho!” – distant echoes of which, millennia later, would land in the throats of Valkyries.

Pandora peed.

Together, Medusa’s sibilant headgear went PSSSST! – to get the Wise Woman Warrior’s attention.

“Huh?” she swiveled. Eyes blazed.

Forked tongues flicked their little fires.

Tense moments.

Circe said, “’Thena, let’s us girls sit down and watch.” She tucked her peplos and plunked. Pandora, not the smartest, parked in her own puddle, covering it up. Medusa chose a hard place, a rock.

I should never leave home without my battle helmet and shield,’Thena thought, stalling. Her mind went to collect more, better thoughts.

Hoplites’ hips stopped hopping like hares. Rolled off, huffing Attic air.

Platonians, Socratesians, and Aristotelians rolled back, silly grins filling boyishly beard-free faces. Saw their masters turning away – while Phaedrus lingered, tear-cheeked, fingering himself.

Jerkers shuddered and splattered ’Thena’s turf.

Those slurping swallowed or spat on sacred ground.

’Thena herself was about to comment on all the drips, drops, dribs, and drabs when, with a gust of wind, a hand appeared with a card in it:

FRED MERCURY
Mount Helicon Daily Trumpet
We blast the news!

“Hail, ma’am,” said the prissy, lispy voice. “Care to give us a quote? Marvelous, isn’t it – all that free fertilizer for your grove? From way up yonder, I spotted your idea being – what’s that lovely word? – promulgated. No wonder they say you’re wise as an owl – like that one over there.”

“Who?”

He pointed, “Over there.”

She might have delivered one of her mighty smackeroos to the reporter’s probably fragile jaw, but her thoughts gathered divinely. Nick of time, too. Saved Freddy a whopping tab from Hippocrates’ Surgical Group.

Maiden that she was, ’Thena blushed. The press. Flattered, she mustered her breath. And began.

“What you see before you is a place for refreshment. Always has been. I brought these lovelies with me” – she indicated Pandora, Circe, and Medusa – “for just that. On our way over, it struck me with a force like one from dear old Dad’s furrowed brow that, if I developed this grove into a garden, put in a few tapped kegs for our white, rosé, and red wines, one for that awful Egyptian beverage called beer (imports are popular) and fresh-bottled spring water, served leavened, unleavened, and semolina wheat breads and some nice brine-cheeses (plenty of sheep and goats about) and, of course, my prime-quality olives – well, there’d be fine profit to help the local economy. Do you like the name, Olive Garden?”

“Sort of fast food? I like anything fast, but I guess you can tell by the wings on my ankles.” Admiringly, Fred turned them. “Fast food, how appealing is that?” He postured, “So, your magic conjured this mob to fertilize the soil?”

“Not exactly. In truth” – she aimed for a semblance of modesty – “the boys were already here. Odysseus, a buddy, I mean collaborator – you must remember (everybody does) from the disturbances at Troy – was docked nearby. The men are his – in need of shore leave. I took pity on…”

Medusa’s snakes were bouncing like bedsprings. Her mouth gaped as she started to utter well-chosen, malicious corrections. Dangerously, she thought, Cunt! – always craves credit for her magnanimous pretenses!

’Thena’s heel ground the gorgon’s big toe against its hard place.

“Ouch!”

“Keep-your-fat-mouth-shut-or-I’ll-pull-your-snakes-off,” Medusa was admonished in mimetic silence. Pandora bent to make the hurt less by a kiss. Circe gurgled. Or chortled. Hard to tell.

“…took pity on their plight, sent Odysseus off on a date with Calliope, and welcomed them speedily to our festivity here. Thus were all these people provided recreation and my garden was nourished, planted with seed of two sorts, a-n-d…”

“Wondrous,” Fred piped up. How she goes on!“I’ve heard directly from the horse’s…I mean, from your own lips, all I need. Got to get to the office and dictate. No need to worry about a thing. I’ll make up any quotes this story needs. Our butch copy editor has flair. Toodle-oo!”

He flitted.

Just then, Calliope approached, dragging unconscious Odysseus over the grass by his ankles. “Give us a hand here!”

Sympathetic, Pandora leapt up. I can help and my dress will dry. Filled with hope, she scurried across the verdure to assist.

“Umph! He’s heavy.”

“Tell me about it,” Calliope puffed.

“Is he dead?”

“Might as well be, but for breathing.”

Together, they managed.

’Thena crossed her arms and laughed. “Wore him out did you?”

“He’s out of practice. Way out of practice,” Calliope’s voice trailed. She held up her trophy, a bag heavy with golden Trojan trinkets. “However…”

Circe nudged Medusa, who cracked one of her rare smiles. Together, they looked at their hostess to chant, as they clapped, “Give-him-back. Give-him-back. Give-him…”

“Good idea!” interrupted ’Thena. A finger in each side of her embouchure, she whistled with the intimidating force of steam [To be discovered, the moment was that prophetic. Ed.].

Hoplites’ heads hurried her way. Eyes bugged. Their hero, sex-pooped!

“Listen up, men!” she whooped. “You’ve enjoyed the limits of my hospitality and protection today. See to your leader’s needs. Take him with you and clear out. No more trampling my turf, wolfing down my fruit, embarrassing my noble lady friends. Scram, the lot of you! Begone!”

Pandora and Calliope transferred Odysseus’ moaning carcass to the satiated mariners who bore him off with ceremony – solemn, they were so fatigued.

Somebody whistled a happy tune.

To the cute boys still lolling about, she waggled her spear and roared, “You, too. Home to your moms – and don’t be slow about it! Wash well!”

Quite a fine finish, ’Thena thought smugly before looking skyward.

Iris peeked from a fluffy cloud, smiled as peace settled the scene. “That,” she said to no one in particular, “turned out well.” With a wave, she cast one of her loveliest rainbow arcs over the area and caused to rise beneath its pastel colors these magical words:

THE END

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