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I’ve been sucking cock since I was a kid. Got snatched up by a guy early on that asked me to suck his cock in an alley and in my backyard for an entire summer. I just got off on the way it tasted and how it went from small and soft, to hard and large. I was in D.C. one time on a field trip with my class and slipped away with one of the dad’s that came along to chaperone. I sucked on his cock and licked his balls for about ten minutes before we had to go back. He later told my teacher I had gotten lost and he found me wandering around the gift shop. He even bought me some astronaut ice cream to make it look legit. It was like cotton candy in a tiny silver package. I remember on the bus back to school, sitting beside him, eating it and looking at his crotch thinking ” I just sucked that.” He rubbed it a few times when he noticed me looking and it could big again. No one saw anything. We were in the back and his son, Jimmy River, I think that was his name, wanted to sit up front with his buddies. 

Another time, a little bit later, maybe a year or so, we moved to a new neighborhood in Baltimore and there was this neighbor, tall, thin, older man with black mustache and dark, kinda scary eyes that welcomed us and lived next door. I knew something was up with the way he kept looking at me. Probably because he caught me looking at his crotch. He would stand in the backyard frequently with his hose watering plants he had along side of his house. It was the summer and super hot and he would stand out there without a shirt on and always in this red little silky shorts. He was always sweaty and had a hairy chest and a black trail leading down into his shorts where I could always see the patch of his crotch hair. His balls were huge and would bounce around and sometimes one would pop out when he crotched or leaned over.

His name was Rick so I called him Mr. Rick. I remember the first time he made me suck his dick was on a Sunday when mom went to church and I told her I wasn’t feeling well to go. I was sitting out on the back porch watching him water his plants and eating grape pop rocks. I always loved the flavor grape. There was only a wire gate that separated our yards, so I could see everything on his side and our yards were private with just woods in the back. He waved me to come over and I did immediately and sat down on the ground in front of him as he walked around with his hose. He asked me where my mom was and I told him then he asked me what I was sucking on and I told him then not long after, he stood up straight and let his shorts fall and told me to suck on this.

Immediately, I obeyed. I’ve been wanting to since the day I moved in. He stood right there, hose in his hand with water coming out as I got on my knees and lifted up the dick. It was huge and cut with a big black sweaty bush and balls with black hair. I gagged a little because it was the biggest one I had ever sucked up until then, and he just stood there looking around then back down at me waiting for me to try it again.  I remember it tasting super salty and once it got big, I had to move back some and place my hands on his legs to balance me from toppling over. It took awhile but when he came it was this big, thick creamy stuff I’ve never seen before and it surprised me and I gagged again trying to keep it all in my mouth. I remember him saying very mean like “Keep sucking that cock boy. Swallow that milk” He even pulled it out at one point while still cumming and slapped it across my face. Afterwards, he took my shorts and shirt off and gave me a shower with his hose then turned away and went back into the house without a word.

He slipped into my bedroom window naked a few months later very late at night and stood by my bed and I sucked him again laying there as he folded his arms and just watched. I was able to swallow all of his ‘milk’ that time and afterwards, he didn’t say a word and just slipped back out of my window. I remember because his dick was so big he grunted or something like that when it got caught climbing out. He had to literally pick it up and flop it as he finished climbing out.

I believe it would of happened a few more times but one night police came and busted down his door and brought him out in handcuffs and locked him up. Wasn’t too sure what had happened, but when mom told me to never talk or go around him if he came home, I then suspected he must have gotten in trouble with another kid for sucking his dick.

A few years later, I was almost in my teens, my mom took me to see my Aunt Debbie that lived in California on a farm for the summer. I lived in the city so it was quite a change and very hard me to adjust. She lived on a giant farm with a small lake and barn house and the nearest neighbors were twenty miles away.

After a month of being there, my Aunt Debbie invited them for dinner to meet us one night. It was her close friend Irma and her two sons Marty and Ben. Their dad had died a few years before. When they came into the kitchen for the first time I almost had a heart attack. They were boys that I had never seen before. Two muscular guys and tuff looking. Ben, a little bit more chunkier than Marty was 17 and had chopped blond hair and blue amazing eyes. Marty though was the one that had my heart racing. Dark haired little punk with blue jeans, 18 years old, and red flannel shirt tucked in tight. His shirt was open and his skin, I remember, was beautiful, white and pale. We all had tacos (my aunt’s favorite meal to make) and they didn’t say much to me but my mom, my aunt and Irma talked up a storm.

They left pretty soon after, and hardly said anything to me, and I remember immediately going into the bathroom and jerking off thinking of Marty’s muscles and his cocky face as I kneeled down and sucked him off.

About a week later, we went to their house for dinner and Irma made us chicken salad which my mom kept saying how much she loved. As I sat there, I kept blushing every time Marty would look my way. He was wearing an old blue shirt and whenever he would reach over the table for something, his biceps would pop. I remember getting so hard I could barely breath. After dinner, we all watched TV and then Ben left saying he was going to be out all night and kissed Irma goodbye. Shortly after, Irma asked if we all wanted to go into town for the evening to see a movie, I think it was 9 to 5 with Dolly Parton, and Marty said no, wasn’t his type of film and asked if I wanted to stay behind and continue watching TV. I said sure and they all left for the movies.

I was super nervous being alone with Marty. Probably because I later realized he was my first ‘super crush’ and I wanted to be with him in everyway. We sat there on the sofa for a bit and I remember Olivia Newton John being on one of the late shows singing her new hit “Physical”. When she came out onto the stage with a jump rope singing the sing and skipping, Marty looked at me and sback aid something like “She’s fucking hot! I’d like to physical her ass!” I remember laughing. Then, he did something totally unexpected. He leaned under the sofa and pulled out this little white vibrator, slipped it down into his jeans and stretched moaning. I didn’t know what to say. He didn’t even look at me. He just sat there watching Olivia skipping with her rope singing her song as the bulge in his pants vibrated.

Finally, he got up, took the thing out of his pants, turned to me and said “Catch! I’m heading to bed!” and tossed the vibrator at me where, like a dumb ass, I dropped it and he chuckled. ” If you get tired.  Come on in. They won’t be back for awhile.”

So, after about, ten to twenty minutes building up my nerve, with the song “Physical” echoing in my head,  I turned off the TV and searched for his bedroom upstairs and I could hear him snoring through the door. When I walked in, it was dark but the window was open and I could see from the moonlight him on his back, only in small white underwear. The bulge of his cock was insane! I could make out the rim perfectly. Quietly, I climbed into bed with my clothes still on and watched it while he slept. Finally, I inched down and started smelling it while Olivia Newton John’s Physical kept echoing in my head like a broken record. Finally, I inched down his underwear and his big farm cock just flopped out onto his flat stomach. The thought of it right now is making my cock swell.

I don’t remember how long I sucked his cock, maybe a half hour, but I came before he did in my pants without even touching myself. Big boy farm cock is what I needed that summer and though it was only one time before Mom took me back to Baltimore, it was one of the most amazing cock sucking events in my life. Plus, scored endlessly with Olivia Newton John singing “Let’s Get Physical! Physical!”

Later that same year, my mom moved out of the city and into the suburbs where MTV became the hottest thing. While mom slept, I would stay up all night recording music videos with my front door open getting to know the neighbors. There was this married couple, David and Linda, a few houses over that were having issues. David would get drunk a lot and Linda would lock him out. David was a soft, beautiful, timid kind of guy with glasses and soft voice. Big cock too. I would always spy on him washing his car in the courtyard in his yellow bathing trunks.

One night, I thinking I was watching V-the Visitors, the mini-series about lizards taking over the world, I heard a knock on my door and David suddenly peeked in looking all drunk with his glasses half off his face. “Hey. Sorry to bother you. Linda locked me out again. Is your mom home?” I told him she was sleeping but he could come in and watch V with me if he wanted. “Great. Thanks…”

I remember him shutting and locking the door on his way in before sitting on the floor in front of me. He asked me if I wanted a beer and pulled a can out of his jacket. “Okay” I told him, though I never had one before. “Can I come up beside you?” I remember him asking very awkwardly. Of course I told him yes and another most exciting night of sucking cock was about to begin, as the aliens on TV took over the world…

These are only a few, very honest, and very real, sexual encounters I’ve had growing up. I just love sucking cocks.

The company I worked for had several factories dotted all over the place. After ten months, however, I had never been sent to the smallest of our tool producing plants. There was an ongoing joke at the company about visits to this godforsaken plant in the middle of ‘hick-land.’ Unsurprisingly, I was eventually sent to the small town on a three-day, two-night visit. I worked in the computer division of the company and several upgrades needed to be made at this plant. There were only two motels in ‘Hicksville,’ and apparently, I was staying at the better of the two.

In all honesty, the place wasn’t all that bad. My room was large and the enormous bed was extremely comfortable.

At around eight p.m. on the first evening, I entered the pub/dining area to have my dinner. It served traditional pub grub, but to my surprise yet again, was far better than I had anticipated.

The clerk at the reception desk informed me that they had live entertainment, and that ‘Minstrel Mike,’ was their current entertainer on a nightly basis. Mike performed from six till eleven every evening. Mike, as I would soon see, took a fifteen-minute break at a quarter to the hour, after completing his forty-five-minute session. Mike alternated between the keyboards and a guitar and had backing tracks to enhance his performance. I was again, pleasantly surprised by his skill and proficiency as he entertained the patrons.

Mike had a deep and pleasant voice, and his repertoire was varied and extremely enjoyable. On an impulse, I asked the waiter for a piece of paper, when I heard Mike say that he did take requests.

I scribbled down the name of two songs as a challenge, wondering if he would rise to the challenge. The first song was one of my grandmother’s favourites and was a Billy Joel classic from the nineteen-seventies, entitled; Just The Way You Are.

I watched entranced as he finished the song, before once again glancing at my piece of paper. With a laugh, he then announced that he had received another request from the same person. He further went on to say that he didn’t have a backing track for my second request, but would give it a go on the keyboards and that he hoped like hell that he still remembered all the words.

As he began to sing the song, in a higher key than he had formerly used, I was delighted by his masterful interpretation of the song. Naturally, when he finished, I gave him a hearty round of applause.

Mike wore his long hair in a ponytail and had a full beard, which wasn’t all that appealing to me. His plaid shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots, also led me to believe that he was straight, in any case.

When his third shift ended at a quarter to nine, he arose and walked in my direction. Naturally, I asked him to take a seat at the table and offered to buy him a drink in recompense for his efforts.

Close-up, I was stunned by how good-looking Mike was. Above all else, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his very sexy hands. They were big and broad and looked incredibly strong. Over the next fifteen minutes, we briefly exchanged life histories and I was surprised that he wasn’t married or involved or in a relationship. Something about him, however, intrigued me and my ‘gaydar’ was picking up a vibe from him. Please understand, that I am not one of those nauseating gay individuals who believe that all men are ‘to be had,’ given the right circumstances or their alcoholic intake.

Before Mike resumed his performance, I made another request, asking him to play the Fred Neil song Everybody’s Talking, made famous in the classic movie from the late sixties, entitled; Midnight Cowboy. 

This request met with his approval and he also had the backing track.

At a quarter to ten, he once more joined me and we continued our enjoyable conversation before Mike left to perform his last stint.

“I hope you’ll still be here when I finish,” he said before leaving.

“Only if you sing; Guitar Man,” I joked, now on a roll with the old classics. My granny would have been proud of me!

He did perform it, and his rendition of this David Gates masterpiece from 1972 was fantastic.

When he joined me at my table after his session had ended, it was clear that the workforce was keen on going home and so we made our way to my suite rather rapidly. Although we had not spoken about sex up to this point, I was sure that he was joining me for more than just a nightcap.

What astonished me about Mike after this point was how upfront he was. Without dallying, he told me that he was bisexual and had a strong feeling that I was gay. In honour of his frankness, I confirmed that his intuition was spot-on.

Once in my room, I poured us each another drink from the stock in my bar fridge. As we sat and chatted, it became clear that we enjoyed the same music.

“Will you be here tomorrow evening?” he then inquired.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Well, then what are your requests for tomorrow?” he asked.

“Do you know, ‘Blowing in the wind’?” I asked.

“Fuck, buddy, I am a Dylan fanatic,” he answered.

“Me too,” I replied.

“Well, is that all?” he answered challengingly.

“Well, why don’t we add a bit of Elton, as well?” I answered.  

“Which one of his songs?” he asked, inquiringly.

“Rocket Man,” I instantly replied.

“Fuck, Travis, I think you and I should get married,” he countered.

“Wow, Will I be able to afford all the tips?” I mockingly replied.

“Well, you can pay me in kind,” he answered, playfully.

“And how will I do that?” I challengingly answered.

With that he got off his chair and joined me on the sofa.

“Maybe like this,” he said before he commenced kissing me.  

The ardency of his intensity was heavenly, and soon I found myself completely overwhelmed by his passion.

‘Christ,’ I thought, ‘Mike is completely enrapturing me with his passion.’

I was putty in his hands as he took control of my face.

“I want to have sex with you, Travis, my body is aching to possess you,” he uttered as his arms and hands caressed me zealously.

Let me entrance you like Himeros and lure you into a vocal enchantment. Give yourself to me and I will mesmerize you with song. 

I had no idea what he was on about but decided to give in and let the chips fall where they may, as long as I was about to get fucked. I would only later learn that Mike had studied Greek mythology as a student many years before.

For me, however, having my legs in the air as he plowed my arse after we had undressed was all that I needed to know at that point. Added to that, his impressive infiltration negated all my inadequacies of knowledge on the subject. In short, I got the best fucking of my life.

When I left for work the following morning after he had departed for his accommodation, I had never been more impressed in my life.

That night, I was again overwhelmed by his musical dexterity when I sat listening to him. My requests exceeded my expectations because Mike was an unbelievable artist.

Happily, he also again joined me in my apartment afterward.

“Are there any other instruments you play?”

“Yeah, I play the mouth organ extremely well,” he answered with a mischievous look in his eyes.

Before I could reply, my body was moved to the bed and my trousers underpants flew off my body.

As Mike commenced his oral onslaught on my genitals, I began to gasp and groan.

“I’ve always loved the key of G,” he announced with a chuckle. With my limited technical understanding of music, I simply let my moans answer his musical tongue, lips, and mouth, as they lead me toward a harmonious paradise.

After a sixty-nine extravaganza with him, Mike turned his attention to my backside and commenced fucking me as I lay on my stomach. Later, once my legs were lifted onto his shoulders after he turned me over, his percussive drumming in my backside made me think that The Little Drummer Boy had arrived early for Christmas.

Throughout our hour-long session, Mike e kissed me and pleasured me more than I could ever remember at any time before. When we finally both unloaded, we were exhausted.

Afterward, as we had a final beer, I asked him if he had ever visited my neck of the woods.

“Travis, one of the problems for me in accepting gigs is that accommodation is always an issue. I simply cannot afford to pay astronomical prices if a job doesn’t include accommodation,” he informed me.

“Well, you can stay with me, if and when you accept gigs in my part of the world,” I assured him

 “Are you being serious?” he asked.

“Dead serious,” I assured him.

I knew that in a large city like the one I lived in, job opportunities would abound. Over and above that, after my two-night stint with him, I figured that having him around would be very agreeable.

“I also have a comfortable spare room that you can use if you get sick of me,” I joked.

“Mmmm, I can’t see that happening,” he countered with a lovely smile.

“Well, the offer stands,” I said in conclusion.

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After I returned to my normal life I couldn’t help thinking about Mike, because he had made an indelible impression on me. 

I was delighted that we remained in telephonic communication afterward.

Six months later, I was delighted when I received a call to ask me if I had been serious about my offer to him. Naturally, I had and told him so.

After two years, I am pleased to report that we have become a couple and that Mike has all the work he can cope with.

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“Can I ask you something, Micky?”

I’ve been wanting to ask Micky this question for some time, ever since we leased the 2-bedroom apartment together, not as a couple, but as college mates who couldn’t afford to pay rent singly.  I have just got back from Thanksgiving break. I got laid during the break, but it was with Melanie. She is a great fuck, I have to admit, but I hunger for cock. And Micky has this habit of walking out of the shower every evening in his tight boxers only, and dry-brushing his teeth, as he watches the TV. Every evening, I get horny just looking at his beautiful body, standing there, working the toothbrush, his boxers, whether in silhouette or frontal, bulging maddeningly, stretching against the bubble butt cheeks.

“What, Ed?” he answers without taking his eyes off the TV set. I gaze at his chest, smooth except for a light bush of hair in the middle and a few hairs sticking out around the pink nipples, and my heart skips a beat. For the first time, I have to admit, I also notice how handsome he is. Up till now, I have regarded Micky as my apartment mate. I have not considered that one day I will be appreciating his good looks with lust. He is just a guy, handsome, yes, but this handsome? Wow! My thoughts stream down to my crotch as he looks at me with his blue eyes, angular and masculine chin, and a just-visible beard.

“I was wondering: why is it that you stand right in the middle of the room in your undies every evening, dry-brushing your teeth and watching TV?” I ask.

“Oh?” he turns to me. My God, his blue eyes stare at me in puzzlement and he looks so cute. I so fucking love his bulging underwear, but his look is starting to excite me even more. “Does it bother you, bro?”

Fuck, he looks so innocent and so hot. I must have him. But I have no idea about his sexual preferences. I haven’t seen him bring home any girls, but he acts straight and he has never made any kind of advances towards me.

Now, I am not that bad looking either. I am an average-looking 22-year old guy, slim and tall at 63 kg (140 lb) and 195 cm (6’ 4”). My eyeglasses give me this nerdy look, but I am not really that nerdy although I tend to keep to myself most of the time. I usually lose the glasses whenever I can. I have even considered contact lenses, or laser-fixing. But the first irritated my eyes when I tried them on that I decided they were not for me, and the second is too expensive for my finances right now.

I have hairy chest and legs, which Micky has had the chance of seeing. I don’t stand in the middle of the room in my briefs after my shower, true, but I do come out of the shower with just a towel around my waist. My dick is large, compared to the ones I have been with, reaching to around 20 cm (8 inches) when hard, with a thick shaft and a mushroomed knob.

“No, man, don’t bother me at all. But it’s kind of weird.”

“It’s not like I am totally naked,” he responds, his cute blue eyes glittering as he turns to face me, his bulge so inviting and exciting. I can’t help myself from glancing down at his crotch, which he must have noticed.

“Almost,” I croak.

I look back up at his face and he is smiling. Fuck! What must he be thinking? As if reading my mind, he says, “Would you rather I was naked?”

Holy shit! Is this an invitation? How should I respond without sounding faggish. I am bisexual and I enjoy cock a lot. But I don’t advertize this all over.

“Don’t matter to me, bro,” I say staring straight into his hot blue eyes and down his fantastic bare chest with the light patch of hair and the pink nipples, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible, knowing that what I have said is not true at all. I definitely want to see him naked. I am already developing an erection. Damn! He is turning me on like hell.

“I can walk around naked,” he says with a look that I can interpret in different ways: Disappointed? Sexy? Passionate? Joking? Testing? Teasing? I just can’t tell, but I choose sexy because it turns me on even more.

“Why would you?” I decide to prod, again trying to sound careless, but finding it more and more difficult to hide my lust. From now on, I am becoming goaded by my hard cock. I want Micky. I want to kiss his full lips, hold his naked body in my arms, lick his thin patch of chest hair down to his light trail, onto his dick, down to his balls, inside his ass crack and around his hole and then fuck the shit out of him. God, I want this guy.

“It’s natural. Clothes are a bitch sometimes, especially after a shower.”

“Ok, then, walk around naked.” I realize that my bulge is showing through my sweatpants. I try to cross my legs to hide the erection, but it comes out a bit awkward. Giving up, I just sit back letting my hard dick stretch the fabric.

Micky strips, glancing at my bulging crotch, a smirk on his face.

Fuck me! He’s gorgeous. In boxer briefs, he looks fantastically sexy, but naked, oh man, my cock throbs with desire. His trail ends in a surprisingly thick bush. His dick is limp, but hangs pretty long for a soft penis. His balls are squeezed enticingly under his uncut dick, the skin totally covering the head. His thighs are awesome. What can I say? He looks so much hotter than what I have imagined he would.

“Oh man, I hope no one drops in on us,” I try to joke, lame, but that’s all I could think of as I stare at his crotch, the lovely thick patch and the hanging dick.

“Fuck it,” Micky lets out a deep breath as he stands fully naked in the middle of the room, his hands on his hips. “Why the fuck are we pretending, Ed?”

“Huh?”

He walks over to me, bends and grabs my erection through my pants. In a low, husky voice he says, “I want you, Ed, and you know you want me. Junior here is hard for me.” He squeezes my erection and I moan. Junior totally agrees with Micky’s description of the situation, throbbing.

I reach up and pull his face down, our lips meeting, my heart racing. As I probe into his mouth with my tongue, he begins to knead my hardness inside my sweatpants. I grab his dick, which is now erecting. I have never tried uncut dick, and this first experience with loose skin over a hard shaft is turning me on even more. The feeling of peeling the skin back to reveal the pink cock head is amazing.

Micky responds to my kissing passionately, starting to fuck my palm with his uncut dick, the head disappearing inside the skin, and then reappearing as I pull the skin back.

“Your junior is responding nicely as well,” I breathe into his mouth with his cock sliding in and out of its skin inside my pressed palm.

“Fuck, Ed,” he inhales as he slips his hand inside my sweatpants and grabs my hard cock. “You’re huge.”

“Yeah?” I always like the first impression a partner shows whenever he sizes my equipment. My cock throbs in response and hardens even more as he presses his hand around it.

“Lose the clothes, baby. I want to see it,” Micky moans into my mouth. I realize that I am still fully clothed.

“Maybe a little more than just see?” I quip as I stand up and take off my t-shirt and pull down my pants. My cock, now released from the pants and from Micky’s hand, erects at an upward angle, full 20 centimeters of hard sex tool.

 “Oh, my God. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful,” Micky exclaims. I laugh a little embarrassingly but I feel good that he likes my body, my cock. “I love the thick patch on your chest and the thicker one down here,” he gets closer and runs his hand through my chest and pubic hair. Then he starts to tongue the chest patch, around the nipples, down my stomach, further down my trail to my thick, black, curly pubes. His hot breathing into my pubes makes my cock jump in anticipation. I play with his crew-cut hair and guide him onto my tool, his ultimate destination.

I know for a fact, out of experience, that guys suck much better than girls. Girls do it to make you happy, but guys… Oh well, they nurse you. They take you in their mouth with hunger, and when they look up at you as they swallow your dick, there is so much pleasure and appreciation coming out of their eyes. I love a blowjob from a guy but can skip it when I am with a girl. Micky, however, is better than all the other guys I have had. He dotes on my cock. He makes love to my cock with his mouth. He kisses, licks, strokes, swallows with tender loving care. I can feel that he regards my dick as a treasure. My response is way beyond excitement. I have to pull him off every now and then to delay ejaculation. I know that if I do cum in his mouth, the stream of semen will never end.  

This first blowjob from Micky is amazing. As I stand in the middle of the room, naked, my cock buried into his throat, hearing his moans and slobbering, I slowly but firmly hold his head and pump deeper into his face, my sweatpants still wrapped around my ankles. He looks up at me, my cock disappearing inside his mouth, and I blow him down a kiss.

Pulling him up to me when I feel that I am about to lose my load, I kiss him hard and deep. His dick presses on mine and I try not to rub too hard on him so as not to cum. I want this to last forever, but my balls are full and aching for release.

We get on the couch and I make him lie on his back. I run my tongue all over his smooth body. He tastes of soap and deodorant. His cock feels strange in my mouth. This is the first time I suck on an uncircumcised penis and it feels weird. I close my eyes as I swallow. Micky’s dick is not as big as mine, nor as thick, with a thin head thickening at the middle of the shaft then tapering towards his balls. I am able to go down the shaft and swallow the whole length without serious gagging. Micky arches his back in response, holding onto my head.

“Oh, Ed, yea, Ed, this is so fucking amazing. Baby, suck my dick,” Micky goes on and on as I take him in and out of my mouth, the whole length, from base to head back to base. Suddenly, he freezes and I feel his cum spurt down my throat. His sudden ejaculation catches me by surprise, and I immediately and reflexively press my lips around the base of his jerking cock, one hand caressing his balls and the other fingering his ass hole.

“Cumm.. cumm.. cummingggg, Ed am cumming baby cumming, fuck, oh fuck.” Spurt after spurt, Micky shoots down my stomach. Finally, he settles and I gently stroke his still-hard dick, savoring the taste of his juice, licking up and down the quivering tool. His pink cock head glistens with my spit and his semen, and he trembles every time I lick around it. “Easy, Ed,” he breathes. “It’s so sensitive.” But he doesn’t move away, savoring my ministrations.

By now I am also ready to explode, but I force myself to delay, pressing at the base of my throbbing cock. Reluctantly, I push myself off Micky, my cock raging like a bull in heat. Micky makes for it but I push him back, gently.

“What?” he looks at me as I take a step from him, with such a disappointed expression on his face that makes my heart skip a beat. “Don’t you like me? Fuck, bro, I’m sorry I cummed in your mouth, but I just couldn’t hold back.”

“Oh, no, Micky, man.” I go back to him, kissing the corner of his cute mouth. “I am so hot for you. Look at my dick, bro. Doesn’t it tell you how much I lust for you? Baby, I’ve never been so hard for someone as much as I am this second for you. But I want to take a breather. I want to make it last longer, baby. I want you so bad that if I feel your body against mine for one more second, I’m going to shoot gallons.”

“So,” he says, the look of disappointment is replaced with that of anticipation. “What are you planning to do?”

“Do?” I laugh, my cock bouncing further up against my belly. “I’m going to do you, bro. Like no one has done you before or ever will after. I’m so going to do you.” I fish out my packet of cigarettes from my sweatpants and light up, inhaling deeply.

“You will never quit smoking, will you?” he says, looking at me with reproach.

“It’s sexy,” I laugh as I suck on the cigarette butt, considering how sucking Micky’s butt, which I am so planning to do, is going to be like. Micky sits next to me and places his hand on my thigh, not daring to touch my erection.

“Ed, you are so sexy that I hate to see you wasting your life,” he rubs up and down my thigh.

“Yes, Mom,” I joke.

He slaps my thigh and moves away. “Come on, baby,” I move closer, apologetically, wrapping my arm around his neck and pulling him to me. “I like to smoke. Period. Can we not argue about this?” But I put off the half-finished cigarette in the ashtray as a sign of concession that he is right: smoking is a filthy habit.

He leans over and kisses me, his hand playing with my chest hair. “You taste so fucking bad. Go brush your teeth!” We both laugh and kiss some more, with me terribly conscious of how I must taste to him, nicotine and smoke, and I seriously consider quitting the habit. Unbelievingly, I start to think of the effect Micky is already having on me.

Five minutes later, we both have raging erections. I get up, turn off the television set, and walk to my room. “You coming or should I start jacking off?” I call back to Micky.

He jumps, dashes by me, slaps my butt, and jumps onto my bed. “You are such a jerk,” he teases.

I climb on top of him slowly, and we kiss some more. My body presses down on him and I can feel the heat emanating from every pore of both of our skins, my hairy chest glued to his smooth one. Slowly, I lick down, all the way to his crotch. I blow him for a minute or so, but get off his dick before he shoots, now that I realize how he can do that without giving me any notice. I work his balls with my tongue, and, raising one of his legs, I get into his crack, tonguing and wetting it. I press one hand on his firm butt and use my finger with my tongue in teasing his hole.

He is moaning, loudly. I start using my spit to insert my finger into him. He pushes back on my hand and my tongue in response.

Oh, man, he is getting so ready, his hole twitching and puckering. I wonder if ever he has been fucked. Then I think of the first timers that I have fucked and of my own first anal penetration by a hard cock. I don’t have many fond memories since there was so much pain. I don’t really want to hurt my buddy, my new lover.

“Micky, baby,” I look at his face from under his fuzzy balls. He looks so delicious in this position. Still fingering his hole gently, I ask him, “Have you ever been… you know?”

“Fucked in the ass?” he says huskily. “Well, not really. But I want you, Ed. I want you to fuck me in the ass.”

Shit! This is a virgin ass! My cock bounces up and down as if to tell me to get on with it. But I hesitate. I need to prepare Micky.

I get some lube from the nightstand next to my bed, which I keep for my masturbation sessions, and I work both his hole and my dick, kneeling between his spread thighs. I don’t have any condoms but I am clean and I want him bare. I want to feel him with all my body with no barriers whatsoever. I have never felt like this about any other partner, male or female, and I have always used protection, for male and female. But I want Micky bare. I can’t explain this except that it is both stupid and exciting.

After I make sure that both his fuck hole and my raging cock are lubed, I climb on top of him, full body, pressing down on him, my cock sliding into his crack. I raise both his legs and place them on my shoulders. His butt is fully exposed for me and my cock slides up and down his ass crack pressing on the hole. I kiss him with passion, and he responds even more passionately, his legs bent back all the way around his head. “Be gentle, please,” Micky whispers as I increase the pressure at his hole.

“Yeah, baby, I will,” I breathe back.

But he is tight. Fuck! I need to enter but the more I push the tighter his hole squeezes shut. He is starting to grunt and I can see the look of pain on his face, his forehead starting to sweat. I release the pressure and bend over to kiss his pursed lips, pulling my dick back from his ass.

“Baby, we need to try it in another way. As much as I want to watch your face as I enter your hot, beautiful body, I want to lessen the pain and turn it to pleasure for you.” I get off him, and I can actually hear his sigh of relief.

“Ok, buddy, look. My cock is kinda big, yeah?”

“Duh.”

“And your ass is virgin tight, yeah?”

“Double duh.”

I slap his butt playfully and tell him to get on fours. I know that doggy fucking is probably the easiest for the bottom partner. Even though I love to watch my guy’s face when I penetrate his rim muscle, watch the expression change from pain to pleasure as I slide my cock into him, I also have to consider that fucking him doggy will not be as painful for him.

I use more lube this time although I know that a lot of lube will decrease my fucking pleasure. Holding his butt cheeks at the hips with both hands, I align my cockhead at his glistening hole.

“Ok, bro, here I come,” I say to him as I start the pressure. My cock is so hard that I don’t need to fist it to make it penetrate the rim muscle. I feel his whole body tighten. “Just relax for me, baby,” I tell him as I feel the lube sucking my cock head into him. I thrust and penetrate. Micky fucking screams.

I know from experience that, as a top, the best and least painful way after the head penetrates the rim muscle is to go in with one slow but steady thrust. Holding his hips tighter, I drive all the way till I’m totally inside him. My balls are at his butt, and I remain still. Micky is whimpering now, but I can feel him pushing back onto my groin. I bend over his back and lick up and down the center and up to his nape and then from one ear to the other. His hole starts to relax and the tight grip on my cock base begins to loosen.

Releasing his hips, I run one hand up and down his back as I slowly pull out till just my cockhead is inside his ass muscle. With the other hand I reach around and fist his limp dick. I stroke him as I start to thrust into him, grinding after each thrust, letting him get used to my cock’s invasion. I feel him getting hard in my palm. Stroking his uncut cock makes me hornier. He has full erection as the pain subsides and my stroking of his tool intensifies. Bending on top of him, I manage to lick up and down his back as I increase my thrusting tempo, starting the fucking.

Micky is whimpering under me, but it is more the sounds of pleasure than pain. His dick is throbbing with every thrust I make into him. I go faster as I feel my load build up in my balls. His rim muscle squeezes on my cock shaft so fantastically that it makes it very difficult for me to hold back. I really don’t want to cum just yet. The pleasure from fucking Micky is intense and I want it to last forever. But with his hard cock pulsing in my hand and his ass muscle masturbating my cock, I start thrusting deeper and deeper. Every time my cock head pushes his insides further into his bowels, I feel my juices nearer and nearer to spilling.

Finally, I can’t hold back any longer. Straightening, letting go of his dick, I hold onto his hips and pound him hard and deep, my balls slapping noisily at his butt. Maybe five or six thrusts and I explode.

“Fuck, baby,” I hear myself screaming. “I’m CUMMING, Micky. Take my fucking juice.”

Spurt after spurt, I fill his ass. His rim muscle milks me for every drop I can squirt. I feel my cock slide in and out with my own cum lubing him even further. When I finally pull out, Micky turns over and reaches for my dripping dick. He swallows it to the base. I hold onto his hair, my knees barely supporting me as he drains me.

When I eventually settle, I push Micky on his back and take his hard uncut cock into my mouth, swallowing down all the way. He pumps up and down through my pursed lips a few times and shoots into my throat. He pulls on my hair as he moans and grunts with every squirt. This guy can shoot gallons and I can’t swallow it all. I feel his cum dribble onto my chin and down into his pubes. I keep sucking until he dumps his eighth or ninth or tenth squirt down my mouth. When I get off him, my mouth is full of his jizz. I slide on top of him and we kiss, sharing the cum and the heat of our bodies. I feel my chest sweat rubbing all over him and he holds me around my butt cheeks with both his hands, pressing our wet and sticky crotches onto each other.

Getting off Micky, I walk out to the living room to get my cigarettes, my cock semi-hard and glistening with cum and sweat. Micky follows. Turning around with the cigarette in my hand, about to flick the lighter, I notice Micky’s look. Fuck it! I decide on the spot: get rid of this fucking cigarette. He notices me return the cigarette to the packet and he gives me the cutest smile I have ever seen.

“Fuck, Ed, my ass is sore,” he says.

I smile at him, “Sorry, baby, was I too rough for you?”

“At first, you fucking drove in all the way. But I’m glad you did that because I was able to relax knowing that there will be no more impaling. I loved the way you started slowly which made the pain recede. But the pleasure of your pounding, wow, I am paying for all that with a sore ass.”

“Hahaha,” I laugh. He is so cute.

“What about your ass, Ed? Is it virgin?”

“Huh?” I stare at him. “So you want to fuck me, Mick?”

“You fucked me,” he says, matter-of-fact, smirking.

“Well, yeah,” I responded. “But you fucking me does not necessarily follow.”

“So that’s a no, then?” he pouts.

I drop my gaze down to his crotch. He is erected, vertically, beautifully.

I have been fucked a couple of times, but I’d rather do the fucking myself. At the same time, I realize that if I want to keep Micky, I will have to reciprocate. Maybe with Micky, it will be more enjoyable, since I have all those feelings for him. The idea makes me erect also.

“That’s a definite yes, babe,” I smile at him. “I guess in our relationship there won’t be tops and bottoms, just lovers, huh?”

He walks over and kisses me. “You taste so much better without the nicotine, Ed!”

“Fuck you, too, Mick,” I laugh and pull him close and push my tongue deep into his mouth. I can still taste the semen.

I suggest to him, “Let’s shower, man.”

Under the hot water, we kiss some more, our bodies glued to each other and grinding. I reach for the soap and I lather his body. He does the same to me. I love the way his body looks wet and soapy.

With a smile, I turn around and bend onto the wall, raising one leg, exposing my ass.

Micky inhales. But he wastes no time. With the aid of the soap, and my position, he penetrates and drives all the way up inside me. Fuck! It does hurt. I am not used to having a cock up my ass. But it feels heavenly as well. He fills me. Moaning, he pumps his dick into my bowels. His hands are all over my wet and soapy body, driving me crazy with lust. I stroke my cock and shoot a huge load onto the wall and the shower floor as he thrusts in and out of my hole. When he cums, he groans loudly, and like in the first fuck, he shoots gallons of semen, this time inside my ass instead of down my throat.

He pulls out as I lower my leg and turn to face him. Of course, we kiss, and then we rinse off, get out of the shower and dry each other. All of this tells us that we are actually falling in love with each other. It was not just two guys fucking; it was more like making love.

Holding hands, which I think is mushy but seems so natural, we go to my room and Micky spends the night in my bed. We sleep naked, and we wake up a few times during the night, spooning each other and fucking each other in all sorts of positions. He is sore, but he wants more. I have never been fucked so many times in one night until now. And every time, it is more pleasurable, more intense, than the time before it. I don’t count the times we fuck and shoot loads. The sheets are a mess, our bodies are a mess. We are making up for the lost two months when we could have been fucking instead of just lusting for each other. But in a way, the lusting has made the sex much more intense.  

I love Micky. He shows all signs that he loves me. Not until now have I believed that two guys can fall in love with each other. I have always believed that guys just fuck. Now I know differently. When I wake up in the morning and see Micky, naked, lying beside me, I know that I am a very lucky guy. I kiss him for breakfast. And for lunch and dinner and any available times in between, we make love. Positions and roles don’t matter for us. We just make love.

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“Soonest is next Monday between noon and three,” the woman on the phone said. 

“If that is the best you can do, then alright,” I conceded without a fight. 

In the lease we signed for our rental home, we’re responsible for maintaining the lawn and that means paying to run the sprinkler system through the summer. It almost tripled our water bill, but splitting it among the four of us made it bearable at best. As if that wasn’t costing us enough, our landlord said we’re responsible for repairs when I called to tell her one of the nozzles had broken off and was spraying straight up. You can never win with her, so I reluctantly agreed. After angrily arranging for the maintenance company to visit, I’d mostly forgotten about it until the reminder on my phone popped up at 10am.

I made some calls and sent some emails while working from home until noon. At that time I made sure to open up the front door, leaving the glass paneled storm door latched, so that there was no way I could miss them. Noon passed, then 1 o’clock, then 2 o’clock, and then it approached 3pm. I’d finished all my work by 2pm and had the house to myself until at least 6pm when a roomie gets home; so I slipped into my usual lounge attire consisting of a loose fitting yellow beach tank top and some tighter fitting blue summer shorts with no more than a 4” inseam. The humidity down in the South is sweltering, and that’s on top of the near triple digits you get weeks at a time. My lounge attire then kept me nice and comfortable inside without blowing up our electric bill on the AC. It was 3 now, and I began to wonder if these guys were ever gonna show. 

Being the sexually charged 25-year old that I am, deprived of sensual or intimate contact for whats felt like years as a result of the pandemic, I eventually pull up some porn on my phone. As I lay on the living room couch, I ran my fingers under my tank, combing through my curly dark chest hairs and follow my happy trail down to my waistband. I grip my phone in one hand and slowly begin to stroke my growing cock over my shorts. The soft, linen fabric encircled my shaft as I watch a group of three young jocks blow each other in a locker room. I started stroking faster, eventually making a half-dollar sized spot of pre cum that soaked through. Remembering that I’m expecting the sprinkler crew and not wanting to have a giant wet spot on my shorts when they arrive, I slide my waistband down to my knees and stretch myself out on the couch. My long, thin 7” cock flaps back onto me, reaching for my belly button. Watching two of these studs now Eiffel Tower the third guy, I gripped myself tighter and slowly stroked from the base of my shaft to the very tip, grabbing whatever pre cum I could at the top to pull downward. 

From the couch I glanced at the front door, still wide open, allowing ample natural sun rays in to light the room. If someone stood in the left side of the yard, or on the sidewalk just past it, they’d see my full nakedness on display. I got excited at the thought of someone seeing me, and especially someone seeing me and just walking towards me and into the house, joining me anonymously. I started stroking faster, and shorter strokes all on the top half of my shaft, curling my reddening, leaking mushroom shaped tip in my palm with each visit to the top. 

I’m stopped by a loud car door slamming shut. Assuming its the sprinkler guys, I jolt myself off the couch and quickly pull my shorts up. Boy am I glad I did, I look out the front window and see a big white van with Evergreen Lawn Care covering the side of it. I quickly adjust myself in my shorts and try to hide my hard on to the left the best I can. Watching the van from the window, thinking the guys were still in there, I jumped a little when three loud knocks rang against the glass storm door. I must not have seen them walk up, I thought.. or rather.. him? There was only one guy, not a team. Guess that made sense for a simple repair, but in my mind I was expecting a half dozen or so to come out, like when they dug out and flushed the water lines in the spring and turned them on for the season. Duh, I thought as I walked to the door. 

I admired who was on the other side though. A Hispanic guy, probably in his 30’s, maybe 5’10” I’d guess, with jet black hair and a good five o’clock shadow going on. He didn’t appear lean nor did he appear overweight, I’d guess an average build with a little extra that could be muscle or could be fat or probably a combination of the two. He had on a generic blank white t-shirt, light blue jeans nearly polka-dotted with dirt smudges, brown boots and a yellow bandana around his neck. His forehead was already glistening in sweat. I opened the door and invited him inside to show him where the control panel was then we went to the backyard where the broken sprinkler head was. 

As we stood in the relentless sun he spoke in a very mild mannered broken english about how to he could fix the nozzle, and I found myself just looking at him, studying his body, curious what was underneath his shirt.. his pants.

“Okay, sir?” he asked a second time after I’d totally missed his explanation.

“Yeah, good, thanks!” I stammer, a little embarrassed. I wonder if he noticed me looking him all over as he spoke to me. He returned to his van for parts and I retreated inside out of the heat. 

I watched from my window as he replaced the nozzle head in under ten minutes, staring at him still, feeling extra deprived on sex. I slowly stroke my cock through my shorts as he works, the dark rings of sweat around his neck and arm pits quickly growing in the sun. As he was finishing up, I quickly made two tall glasses of ice water and went outside. 

“Here ya go!” I smiled, “It’s hot!”

“Si muy caliente,” I caught his smile, a wide grin that reached across his face; adorable.

He walked towards me and raised his arms slightly, “Tools, go to truck and come back,” he said. 

“No worries,” I said instinctively. His broken english was kinda cute, I thought, the way he curled his face as he innocently searched for the words.

I waited for him to return before stepping back inside with both of our glasses. Walking into the kitchen I handed it to him and his dirty fingers laid atop mine for a moment. 

“Sorry for dirt,” he said lifting his hands, “sorry, sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay. Don’t worry,” I smiled.

“You can wash up if you want,” I moved towards the sink.

“Oh si, thank you, si,” he said politely. 

His back was to me as he washed his hands. My cock had grown again in my shorts, stretching itself towards my left side but tightly confined. Thankfully my long tank top covered most of it, leaving only about a inch of blue summer shorts exposed around my thighs. I tightly gripped my hard shaft and gave it a few good slow strokes as I watched this guy from behind, deciding I was going to try my luck. He dried his hands and turned and faced me again leaning against the counter opposite him, silently sipping our ice waters. His eyes darted around the room but noticeably to my thick, and admittedly pale, thighs left uncovered by my short shorts. After a long moment of silence, I pinched my tank top and very very slowly began lifting it, revealing more blue of the shorts. In the blue, and poorly concealed, was my pulsing cock that had begun to leak pre cum again. His eyes continued to dart around, but they’d continually come back to my waist, one second at a time. 

Staring at him the whole time, I lift my tank above my waistband then reach underneath it, gripping my cock with my clammy palm. He began to stare at my waist for longer intervals, two seconds, then three, etc. before darting away again, I suppose unsure of what to do. Soon though, his eyes were fixed on me, appearing almost hypnotized as I slowly lowered my waistband, finally letting my rock hard cock breathe. It flopped outward and upward and bounced for a moment and I watched as this stranger’s eyes grew larger. I’d never done anything like this before, and I gotta say, being watched while slowly jerking off is incredible. His eyes couldn’t move as my fist slowly pumped from my small dense bush of pubes to the slimy, cum covered tip. Complete silence in the room, I let out a quiet moan and that’s when he looked up at me as if he’d just realized I was there. 

I began to ooze pre cum much quicker, and my body shuddered, signaling to me I was close already. Once we made eye contact, I held it for a moment with him before nodding downward at the small tent that had formed in his jeans. 

Reaching way back to high school Spanish class, I said quietly, 

“Te gusta?” 

He smirked and seemed to nervously chuckle, his eyes darting around again. I stepped forward and repeated myself, slower this time, sure I was correct.

“Te gusta?”

My long, thin cock swung from left to right as I slowly stepped closer to him. A giant drop of white pre cum fell from my tip and in our silence I heard it splash onto the floor below me. 

Finally, a response. His right hand moved to grip his cock through his jeans and he softly grunted aloud. I stood face to face with him, albeit I was a couple inches shorter than him, and I could see that his eyes were full of lust as he curled his lip and grunted softly again looking downward at me. He stroked his growing bulge over his jeans before lowering his zipper and undoing his button. His black Hanes boxer briefs camouflaged his growing bulge well and it wasn’t until he gripped it again through his briefs that I could tell how far it went. He was at least 6” and looked girthy, but not too thick from what I could tell.

I looked back up at him, I’m sure I was beaming. 

“Si??” I asked excitedly.

Without speaking, he looped his thumb in his waistband and with his left hand pulled out his tanned, uncut cock. It was only half hard still and over six thick inches. My mouth dropped open before I could drop to my knees.

He gripped the countertop and leaned back as I squatted, slipped off my shorts and took his half flaccid cock in my mouth. (Side note, I love love love sucking on a flaccid cock and feeling it grow in your mouth!) He tasted just like he smelled honestly – sweaty. I didn’t hate it though. I gripped the sides of his hips and began to work my head back and forth, slobbering on his slowly growing cock. I could feel the pulses of blood rush through his shaft on my tongue, strengthening him, making him bigger and thicker. His pre cum was like a real sharp salty semen taste, and once he’d grown to his full 8” I pulled his foreskin back and rolled my tongue underneath and all around his tip. 

“Ahhh, ayyee, aye, ahhhh!” he gasped loudly, tightly clutching the edge of the countertop as I pulled him away and deeper down my throat. 

I rammed his cock as far as I could get it down my throat, even gagging myself several times. His pungent smell of sweat filled my nostrils as my nose buried itself in his deep dark, untrimmed pubes. His groans began to get more frequent and faster and I felt one of his hands on the back of my head guide my head as it bobbed back and forth into him. 

“Aye, aye, aye!” he exclaimed before gripping my hair and pulling his swollen cock from my mouth. He grabbed the base of his cock in just two long strokes of his shaft he began to spew like the sprinkler that he just fixed. Like a damn firehose, he came all over my face. I opened my mouth and immediately felt a thick rope hit the very back of my throat, then another landing on my tongue and trailing down my chin. Another rope got up my left nostril, and a glob landed in my right eye socket. My eyes clenched now, I kept my tongue out and mouth open just waiting to be fed as much as he could give me. 

His hand gripped my hair again and pulled me into him. His cock filled my open mouth once again and I could feel how it was just radiating heat as he pumped down my throat, gasping.

“Oh baby, aye, aye, ahhh, yeah baby,” he groaned as I swallowed more of his salty goodness. 

It had to be at least a few minutes of sucking on his cum covered cock and feeling it lose its strength in my mouth. His hand guided my head back and forth at his own will. I felt his body shift and then shift back and a towel brushed against my face.

“Now you dirty one,” he said as he began to wipe my forehead and eyes. 

I laughed and took the towel from him finishing the job, finally opening my eyes again. 

His beaming post-orgasm grin was unmistakable.

“Can we do this again?” I asked as I stood up, my erect cock standing straight out.

He shuffled his deflating cock back into his briefs and did up his jeans. 

“Turn around?” he asked.

I was confused, “turn around?”

He gripped my waist and spun me 180 degrees.

“Mm, yes, we can do this again.” He laughed and turned me back around. 

I laughed and spun around again, showing off my butt.

“Ohh, you like that, huh,” I teased.

“Mm, si,” he gently tapped my right butt cheek as he stared.

My hard on pressed against the edge of the cool granite countertop and, trying to encourage him, I slapped my own butt letting out a nice whack through the house. 

“Oo!” he yelped and look at me in surprise.

“You try,” I chuckled.

He tapped my right cheek a little harder this time.

“No, come on,” I ordered with a smile, “spank me!”

I playfully slapped myself again, this time my left cheek. 

“Mm!” he exclaimed.

Finally, he slapped my right cheek with some intention. I spun my head to look at him, I could see he liked it. 

“Again,” I winced to him.

He smacked my left cheek even harder, this time getting a whack similar
to what I’d gotten.

“Mm, yeah,” I whined, “again!”

He spanks my right cheek with a crack then my left with a splat. A sting rattled across my skin and I winced in pain. He gripped my ass and massaged it, turning the sting into a sudden warmth all over my cheeks. Then another slap, and another, each one pushing my hard cock against the cool granite.

“Mm, yes!” I’d whine.

I closed my eyes and nearly got lost in both anticipation and excitement waiting for each slap from his hand. He sensually raised my tank top over my head, softly scratching my back as he lifted it up and off of me. Now here I was buck naked in my kitchen, getting spanked by a mostly clothed stranger; how fucking hot, I thought to myself. I bit my bottom lip and gasped and grimaced with each exciting blow. Several more slaps came, each one feeling sharper and stinging a bit more than the last. My cheeks were surely red now. Then something came that wasn’t a slap, but instead a fleshy prod from further below my stinging cheeks. I felt both of my cheeks gripped in his hands and pulled apart before feeling what could only be the tip of his uncircumcised cock probing my hole.

“Ah!” I gasped in surprise.

Before I could turn around and say anything else, his arm wrapped around my torso and he locked his wrists, pinning my arms to my side and not allowing me to go anywhere. I squirmed, feeling my hole prodded, unsure if this was a good idea – anonymous unprotected sex. Multiple times I took the breath to say just that, but the feeling was just so good in that moment, like nothing I’d done before but always secretly craved, and I couldn’t bring myself to speak. My hole became soaked from the pre cum that had leaked from his piss slit as he ground his body against mine, I could feel his foreskin sliding back and forth between my rounded, red ass cheeks. Then with what felt to me like another innocent prod at my hole, his head slipped inside of me. A sharp pain went up my spine and I gasped loudly and winced. His body stayed perfectly still, and his arms tightly wrapped around my body kept me perfectly in place.

“Ahhhhh,” he let out the longest audible exhale I’ve ever heard onto the back of my neck and thrust himself into me.

I spread my feet further apart, thinking maybe that would help the pain, but he was just so big and it’d just been so long. I could feel his foreskin just inside my hole, pulling and pushing itself back and forth as his hips began to gyrate, thrusting the top two inches or so of his cock in and out of my hole with increasing speed. He panted into my right ear as his arms clenched around me so tightly I couldn’t take a deep breath. I was getting short of breath and kept pulling myself away from him and his wrists would clench each other tighter in front of my chest. The only way to get a deep breath, I thought, was to get closer to him.

I throw my body backwards against his, slamming the remaining six inches of his thick cock into my hole. I squeal and think maybe it wasn’t a good idea. I finally drew a great big deep breath before a heat wave went through my body and it was like I could feel his cock scrambling my organs. He grunted and withdrew himself before plunging back inside of me, making me lurch and cry out.

“Ah! Fuck!” I cried.

He began to moan into my ear and not stop, just constant, “oooh, oooooh, oooooh,” at different pitches. As much as I thought this was bad idea, I couldn’t deny how good it felt. Pinning me against the kitchen cabinets, he started thrusting into my hole even faster than he was already. My breath escaped me and words couldn’t form, I was just silent with ecstasy and bliss as I began to revel in all eight of his inches completely exiting me before forcing himself aggressively back inside. My hard cock began to rhythmically slap against the countertop, matching his thrusts into my hole, slap slap slap slap slap slap. I gripped my shaft to stop it from slapping, inadvertently stroking myself as this guy thrust into me. In a matter of seconds I began spraying cum across the countertop.

“Ahhhahh ahha ahhhh,” I whined as I shot uncontrollably. As I came, I counted six, seven, eight ropes of thick white semen that looked like a sloppy glaze all over the countertop. Suddenly his arms released and it felt like my whole body expanded, filling with air. Before I could even exhale though, he’d pushed me forward, shoving my face into the cum covered countertop. I groaned as once again my face became covered in cum, only this time, my own. He held my head down and it rocked back and forth mopping up my cum as his other hand gripped my shoulder and began power thrusting into me, pulling his entire bodyweight into my hole each time. I gasped and winced for no more than a minute before his moans came to a crescendo.

Like an enema, I felt a rush of warm liquid fill my insides. With each powerful thrust into me, he plunged his cum deeper and deeper into my body, coating all of my insides. If I had a uterus, he’d just put his baby inside of me for sure. I felt like I could suddenly taste his sharp, salty semen in my mouth again I was so full. The slap slap slap gently slows and becomes wet sounding; I was clearly leaking cum.

“Aye! Adios Mio!” he exclaims just before he withdraws himself one last time.

When he’s all the way out, I can feel my hole gaped open from his abuse.

I remained bent over onto the countertop, my face covered in my own semen, my abused ass sticking straight out. My mind raced between euphoria with how good that orgasm was and whether or not this was a bad idea or not. I panted and caught my breath as I thought. I heard his zipper zip up and placed his hands on my back.

“You real good,” he said, “you feel real, real good.”

I lifted myself up, streams of my cum stringing from my face.

“We can do this again?” he asked enthusiastically this time.

I nervously laughed and looked down at all the cum on the countertop; it was more cum than I’d ever shot in my entire life, no doubt. I felt like my body was still tingling from the orgasm. Fuck it, I thought, why not.

“Yeah, we can do this again,” I smiled.

“Good, good,” he looked my naked body up and down, “you make Marco feel like real man!”

I laughed, wondering what the hell that was supposed to mean.

“Marco? I’m Zac,” I said suddenly a little shyly for some reason. It felt really strange to be introducing myself to someone whose cum has already coated my insides.

“Okay, Zac, I come back Monday of two weeks,” he said as he started to make his way to the door, “same time yeah?”

In total surprise I told him I’m not sure if I’ll be home then.

He opened the door and stepped onto the porch. I was still buck naked and couldn’t follow him to protest.

“Marco, wait!” I shouted, totally helpless.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he said reassuringly, “I bring the crew!”

Cranking open the window to my bedroom did little to alleviate the heat of that warm day. I finished the last question of my assignment. I was confident that I’d be able to answer the questions of a pop-quiz were there to be one. I decided to read ahead, and had about half a chapter down when I heard my father’s truck pull into the driveway. I tried to steel myself for his arrival.

My father’s voice echoed as he closed the door behind him. “Those damn Indians. It’s bad enough that I have to work with them. Now they’re moving in next to us.” He was on one of his bigoted rants again. He ranted against every race and ethnic group and more. He even ranted against poor white trash, and we were card-carrying members of that group. Ever since the day he came home calling his supervisor a fudge-packing commie snowflake, I imagined letting him come home and finding me dick deep in his supervisor’s ass. It was just a fantasy; his supervisor was not very attractive.

It was as if my father purposely gave me a reason to hate him more each day, and my passive nature and active imagination kept coming up with ways to give him a heart attack.

I looked out my bedroom window at the house next door. I really couldn’t see anything. Our double-wide trailer sat in the middle of an acre of land surrounded by trees that blocked out most of the view of anything outside our property. I could easily see all the trash that my father brought home and left in our yard. His plans to repair the mowers and other tools in order to sell them later never came to fruition. They simply served to make us look like the champions of the white trash coalition. I hated it, but I knew better than to say anything for risk of being punched. Another year in this hell-hole, and I would have my Associate’s and be out of here.

My father continued to rant. I snuck out of the house and made my way to the toolshed at the back of the property. The tiny building had been there when we moved here, and I had taken it to be my clubhouse. Back when I was in Middle School, I fixed it up; I’d even put an old mattress on a platform so I could spend the night back there if I’d wanted to. My plans were to have a place for friends to gather without my parents walking in and out. I imagined parties and possibly camp outs, but I never did fit in, so friends were few. Once their parents saw the trash heap I called home, no one was ever allowed to visit a second time. I kicked the ground as I walked through the brush to get to my sanctuary.

Inside, I kneeled on the blanket covered mattress and peeked out the window toward the neighbor’s house. The view was better from here because one of the old trees had died. It’s leafless form allowed a thin view of the back of their house. Of course, I saw nothing. I sat down on the make-shift bed and stuffed a pillow behind my back. Enough light passed through the window to allow me to study for an hour. Peace and tranquility surrounded me as I studied Advanced Wound Care. My father could yell his head off about his perceived injustices, and I couldn’t hear a sound back here.

When the light was too dim, I went back into the house. I made myself a sandwich and headed to my room. I could hear my father’s snores emanating from the living room. My mother was always so quiet that I didn’t know which room she was in. I did some more studying before heading off to sleep.

I left the house early the next morning. I liked to get to class early; it reduced my stress. I had a feeling we would have a quiz that morning, and we did. I was glad I had studied the day before. My lab partner Oscar came in a few minutes before class. He sat next to me and leaned over.

“You aren’t going to believe what happened to me yesterday,” Oscar announced.

The look on my face gave him an answer.

“OK. So you’ll believe it,” he laughed. “I’m still going to tell you.”

“I didn’t doubt it,” I replied. “But we’re about to have a quiz; it’ll have to wait.”

“We had a quiz last class,” Oscar reminded me.

“And we’re having one this time, too, Mr. Van,” said Professor Brown as he walked into the classroom. We had a quiz and a lecture, and two hours later, class was over.

Oscar insisted on telling me his story, and I’m not sure why, but I just wanted to go home. But I listened.

“I grabbed some chips and a Pepsi after lecture yesterday and headed to the library. I was just finishing that paper for my sociology class when this guy in my tennis class sat down next to me. He told me that he’d been working up the courage to ask me out. Can you believe it?”

“Well, you are slightly above average looking,” I said with a smile.

“Asshole.”

“Did you tell this guy that you’re gay?”

“No. Never. I’m not gay.”

I rolled my eyes. If there was any guy in any of my classes who acted in the stereotypical gay way, it was Oscar.

“Fuck you, Johnny.”

“So, he just assumed you were gay? He didn’t ask first?”

“OK, I may have flirted with him during tennis class,” Oscar relented.

“The truth, finally.”

“So anyway, we went back to his room and made out. He is the best kisser, and,” he paused. “I shouldn’t tell you this, but I’ve always been a receiver with the guys I’ve dated. I’ve never been interested in being a top or in switching back and forth. But this guy, he wanted me to do him, and I did, and wow, it was fucking awesome. Then he did me.”

I nodded. I felt a little jealous, but I was also happy for him. “What’s this guy’s name?”

“Oh. It’s Jack. Jack Burke.”

“You’re really happy, aren’t you, Oscar?” I found myself smiling for him.

“Yeah, I am. I had to tell you. You know, you’re like my best friend.”

I stood up. He stood up. I hugged him. “I’m happy for you, Oscar. I really am.”

“You know, Johnny. When we first became lab partners, I thought I was going to fall in love with you. I was just waiting for you to admit that you’re gay. But I guess you’re going to meet someone else; maybe you’re next.” Oscar hugged me. “See you next week.” He walked out of the room, and I just stood there for several minutes.

On the way back home, I kept thinking about what he’d said. He thought I was gay. I hadn’t said anything to him, but he suspected. Who else suspected? It was almost one, and I was hungry. As I approached the driveway, I saw the neighbor washing his car. I could tell that he had a slim to athletic build, and I decided then that I would walk over to meet him. After parking the car I walked over. His musculature was well-defined but not overdone, and when he turned toward me and smiled, his braces sparkled in the sunlight. His skin was a creamy caramel tone, and his preppy style haircut was perfect for his face. Huge brown eyes that were welcoming greeted me.

“Hi.” I waved as I got closer.

“Hi.” He nodded back. He gave the car one last spray and walked toward me.

I put my hand out to shake his. “I’m John Cooke,” I smiled. “I wanted to introduce myself before you decided that you live next door to a family of assholes.” I raised my eyebrow and wiggled them to soften the reality of what I had just said.

We shook hands, and he smiled back, “I’m Arjun Vankayalapati, and it’s too late. I saw an older man leaving your driveway about thirty minutes ago. He shot me the finger when I waved at him.”

My smile dropped. “I’m sorry. I’m not like my dad.” I wasn’t sure what else to say. Here I stood in front of an incredibly handsome guy who looked to be about my age. Incredibly handsome with just enough chest hair peeking out of this shirt to make me want to run my fingers across his pecs. Maybe he was someone who might have been a friend, and I really wanted a friend. But, my dad had already ruined things.

“Hey, are you ok?” Arjun’s question seemed sincere. His fingers brushed against my arm, and his smile was gone.

“No,” I said with a tinge of anger in my voice. “I’m sorry about my dad. I just thought if I came over here before you found out about my family, there was a chance we could be friends. I saw how handsome you are, I hoped you were single, and I could ask you out on a date.” I was angry and not thinking about what I was saying to a complete stranger. “My father’s a jerk, and my mother’s a doormat. They’ve ruined every chance I’ve ever had to have friends.”

I saw Arjun take a deep breath. “I can see that.” He was looking right at me. “Based on your father’s behavior this morning, I’m sure that my parents will not want me to associate with your family. But it’s obvious to me that you are not your father. You’re the first friendly face I’ve seen since moving here, John.” He paused. “I need to put the hose away and empty this bucket.”

“I can empty it in the ditch for you.” I grabbed the bucket and headed for the road. My heart was heavy. His parents weren’t going to approve of our being friends. And I had told him that I was gay and that he was hot. There was another reason for him to avoid me. I walked back with the bucket. He had coiled the hose in the corner of the garage; I handed him the bucket. “I appreciate what you said. Thanks for not throwing me over the fence. I think I’ll head back now.”

“Wait.” He put his hand up to my upper arm. “My father hasn’t forbidden me yet. I’ll walk back with you.”

As we walked, I found out that he was home for the summer and would be heading back to the university in the fall. He was interested in chemical engineering; although, his father had tried to steer him toward being a physician.

I steered us away from the house and to my secluded shed in the back. Who knows what my mother would have done had I brought Arjun into her house. We sat on the mattress, and I told him about the shed. He agreed that it was a great place to escape the realities of my life.

Arjun let on that he had never dated. His parents had a girl back in India that they wanted him to marry. He had never met her.

I let him know that my parents knew nothing about my being gay, and I usually never told people until I had known them for a long time. What I didn’t tell him was that I hadn’t known anyone long enough to tell. He nodded an understanding, and I felt confident that he wouldn’t say anything.

At one point he put his hand on my knee and squeezed it. “I’d better get going,” he told me. I followed him out and showed him the short-cut that led to his backyard. As he walked away, he said, “See ya.” I watched the guy with the great haircut and cute ass disappear from view.

That evening, I finished an assignment and took a hot shower. I wanted to stay in the shower longer, but, almost as if he had a timer, my father was banging on the door as I was finishing drying my hair. “How fucking long does it take to wash off a body that you never get dirty with any hard work?”

I wrapped the towel around me and opened the door. My father stood there, completely naked and displaying an erection. He pushed me to the side. “Get out of my way. Your mother won’t let me fuck her ‘til I take a shower.”

I ran to my room. I grabbed my flashlight, shorts, t-shirt, blanket, and pillow and headed to the toolshed. I didn’t want to hear my parents and their “love-making.” How would I ever make it to December? How had I made it this far?

I made myself comfortable on the mattress. I could feel the tears burning my eyes. My mind wandered, and I pictured Arjun washing his car. His sexy body and handsome face filled my mind. I reached down and touched my cock; it had begun to swell. A rapping at the door to the shed scared the shit out of me.

“John, are you in there?” I recognized Arjun’s voice. Was I dreaming?

“The door’s open.”

I heard the door creak open, and Arjun came in with a flashlight in hand.

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked him. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I’ve been thinking about you all afternoon, and I was staring out into the backyard when I saw the light move to the toolshed. I figured it was you, so I came out here to talk to you.”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

“Hey, it’s ok. I would have screamed like a little girl. Can I sit here next to you?”

“Sure. I’ll even share my blanket if you want.”

“You’re so nice. I think that’s one of the reasons I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. And, up until now, I’ve been rather ambivalent about girls. My parents keep hounding me about this girl I’m supposed to marry, and I thought that’s why I haven’t been interested in them, but today, I kept noticing your lips while you talked, and, to be honest, I wanted you to grab me and kiss me.”

I sat up. I could sense the stress in his voice. “It’s OK. I understand what you’re feeling.”

“Please, don’t tell anyone,” he asked.

“I wouldn’t.” I put my hand on Arjun’s shoulder. “You’re not alone.”

“I knew you’d say that. I knew I could trust you. I knew I could tell you.”

Arjun was sitting on the edge of the mattress with his feet dangling over the edge. I moved into position next to him and held his hand in mine. I considered what to say next to him. “I haven’t told my parents because they would kick me out. I don’t know if I’ll tell them when I go. You don’t have to rush anything in deciding what you want or whom you want to tell.”

“When my father sees two men together on TV, he says that he doesn’t care what they do, he just doesn’t know why he has to see it. If I tell them that I like guys instead of girls, my parents may just be disappointed, but they could kick me out of the family.”

I felt him grasp my hand a little more tightly. We sat next to one another for several minutes without saying anything. Arjun turned his head toward mine. “I… want…” He continued to move closer so that our lips touched. We kissed gently. I separated his lips with my tongue. I’d forgotten about his braces and was surprised by their presence. He met my tongue with his and then pulled back. “I need to get back to the house, but that felt so nice, and so…” He turned his head.

“Right?”

“Yeah,” he whispered.

“You can stay if you want. We can just lie here. We don’t have to talk, or we can talk, or whatever you want to do.”

“I don’t want to get caught. Get us both in trouble.”

“The windows’s open,” I said. “We could hear them if they come out looking for you.”

“Maybe just a minute.”

I pulled him a little closer to me. “You give me a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach, Arjun. No one’s ever done that to me.”

“You make me feel kinda funny, too, and you’re making me think things that I’ve tried not to think.”

“I understand. I used to try not to think about those things too. But, they’re part of who I am, and I’ve accepted it.”

“I’m going to go, John. If I stay, I might start thinking with my penis.” He turned and kissed me hard; then he stood up. “I want to see you tomorrow.”

I get out of class tomorrow at about one o’clock. I’ll come straight home if you’ll be here.”

“I will,” he said and kissed me again. “Tomorrow.”

He left quickly and quietly, and I was sitting alone in the dark. But I didn’t feel alone. I had a friend, maybe one with benefits, or even someone to love. Maybe we would help each other discover more about ourselves. Perhaps we would form an everlasting bond. I couldn’t wait to find out.

I had a difficult time concentrating in class the next day. Images of Arjun washing his car traded places with the emotionally raw image of his sitting next to me and touching his lips to mine. The boner in my pants kept coming and going; I worried that by the time I got to be with Arjun, my dick would be worn out and asleep, and if he was ready to play, I wanted to be ready to play.

Driving home was tough as well. I kept pushing the speed limit. I did my best to keep it under control and finally pulled into the driveway. I ran into the house to pee and change my underwear. Just as I had suspected, they were stained with precum that had oozed out as I fought off the boners that accompanied my Arjun-filled thoughts. Why was I thinking about him so much? Was it just lust? He was incredibly handsome, but in the past when I met someone I found attractive, someone I might think about while I jerked-off, thoughts of him did not overwhelm my brain the way Arjun was doing.

Heading over to the house next door, I wondered whether I should go through the front when I heard my name called. Arjun was standing toward the back not too far from my shed. I hurried to the back. Arjun was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and some quite skimpy swimming briefs. “Wow,” I said. “You’re sexier in person than you are in my memories.” I was smiling.

“You’re saying things that I… I have to confess that I’ve had fantasies of a guy saying things like that to me.”

“Before you tell me anything else that you’ve been thinking, I need to tell you that I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we met yesterday. It’s like my brain is on Arjun-overload.” I stepped closer to him. “Arjun, I’ve met guys before that I wanted to fuck and even guys I wanted to be fucked by. But I’ve never met anyone I wanted to run down a beach with while we held hands. I can see us doing that. I have seen us in my head doing exactly that.”

Arjun opened the shed and went inside. I followed him in and closed the door. The window was still open from the night before. I faced the man from next door. I pulled his shirt off over his head and ran my fingers across his dark hairy chest. A sensation I’d never known ran through me, not unlike an electric shock that penetrates each fiber of one’s being. I pressed my lips against his, and within moments, I ran my tongue against the steel of his braces.

He remained motionless except to return my kisses. I dropped to my knees and pulled the remainder of his clothing to the floor. His erection sprang forth, and I began to massage it with my lips. Small whimpering moans from deep in Arjun’s throat filled the room. I felt encouraged and tightened my lips around his shaft. His hands held my head as he ran his fingers through my hair. I pulled his cock into my mouth until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. My hands grasped his ass cheeks and held him tightly to me. My tongue vibrated unlong the belly of his dick until I sensed his abs contract. I slowly moved my lips up the shaft toward the head when I felt his penis jerk and he ejaculated into my mouth.

There was a saltiness to him but none of the bitterness my own ejaculated had when I had tasted it. I swallowed what he had given me and stood up. Arjun stepped out of his shorts and kicked off his shoes. He kissed me and moved to the mattress. I made myself naked and crawled next to him. I stared into his eyes and wondered whether I was looking at my future.

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My coffee breaks are increasing lately.

There is this kid on campus that I have spotted a few weeks ago in the open area outside the cafeteria. What can I say? He draws my attention? It is much more than that. He has made my heart skip a beat or two the first time I have spotted him. My little guy down there also has seemed interested—semi-hard in a few seconds.

I am a professor and the kid is a student. I’ve just turned 40, graying at the temples, wire-rimmed eyeglasses, fairly in good shape, in general, your regular college professor. He? Well, he is around 2 meters tall (6’ 5”), slim, with a light beard, 21 or 22 years old. The more I watch him the more I notice things that attract me more with each coffee break I take and he happens to be there.

He usually wears a pair of faded blue jeans that outlines his penis, positioned a little bit to the left. Not that the jeans are tight, but the outline is definite. He has a dashboard stomach; once, he was wearing a shirt with the top two buttons undone. I could see the beginning of some chest hair, which sent shivers throughout my body.

I am sitting on a bench under one of the trees in the open courtyard, sipping my coffee and watching him. His movements and his whole attitude take up all my attention. I wonder whether he is gay and laugh at myself that such a hot specimen would be so. It’s true that he hangs out with other guys most of the time, but at other times a couple of girls would join them and he seems to be having a good time with his friends. Of course, he couldn’t be gay. He doesn’t show any signs of gayness. He is just natural in his movements. But even if he were gay, why would he be interested in old professors when there are so many other hot guys around?

I am watching him, sipping my coffee and having wild reflections. After a while, he breaks away from the group and walks in my direction. I wish he would come over and talk. But then why would he? He isn’t taking any courses with me. As I watch this hot, young kid walk towards me, I realize that he is coming over, after all!

He smiles as he reaches the bench I am sitting on and says, “Hi, sir.” His smile is one of those sunshine smiles that you have to remember for the rest of your life. Full young masculine lips, white teeth, shadows of dimples, eyebrows almost touching above his green-brown eyes, and oh, his tall, lithe and slim body.

“Hi,” I say back, trying to manage the shaking excitement in my voice, looking up at him as he towers over me.

“I hope I’m not bothering you, sir, but may I sit with you for a while?”

My heart is beating very fast; I really believe that the thumping might show through my shirt. His jeans outline is even more pronounced now that I am able to see him up close.

“Sure,” I say, feeling my mouth starting to go dry. “What can I do for you?”

“Well,” he smiles—oh, that smile again—“nothing much. But I like to talk to profs, and I noticed that you usually sit in the open area and watch students as you drink your coffee. And I also noticed that you tend to be looking our way most of the time. Can I ask: What do you look for when you are watching us?”

“Hmmm, good question.”

I am thinking fast. The kid is sharp. What could I say to that? He is sitting next to me, somewhat closer than I would have expected, and I could feel his body heat, or it could have been my imagination or wishful thinking.

“Nothing in particular. Young people attract me and I like to watch. Does that make you uncomfortable?”

He laughs. “On the contrary, sir. I feel it’s a compliment when a professor takes an interest in us outside the classroom or his office. I am glad you feel that way. Or maybe it’s the pretty females that attract your attention, ha ha.” He makes it sound like a joke. Later, I would reconsider that in light of what would happen next.

“Actually, it’s the males!” I blurt out.

I couldn’t believe I have said that. It has just come out unconsciously. The way he looks at me when I say this doesn’t tell me much. I am somewhat relieved that he doesn’t get up and move away. In fact, I feel he has inched closer, our knees almost touching. This is dangerous grounds. There is no way that I would allow myself to court a student, let alone a male student. I decide that I wouldn’t take it any further. I pretend to look at my watch and start to get up.

“Time for me to get back to the office. I’m Dr. Jamieson, by the way.”

He put his hand on my thigh and pressed down. “Please, sir, could you stay for a few more minutes?”

I look down at his hand and then back at his face, with my eyebrows raised. He is definitely coming onto me. I know that I should remove his hand and walk away. But there is no way I am going to do that! “What’s your name?” I ask.

“Jimmie,” he smiles, moving his hand away. “Very similar to your name.”

Both relieved and disappointed with his hand removed, I nod my head, “True.” But my better judgment wins the argument battling in my head.

“Well, Jimmie, it was very nice of you to come over and talk to me. I have enjoyed our little chat. You are welcome to come to my office any time whenever you feel you would like to chat more. I’m usually free in the late afternoons when all the administrative assistants leave—the floor is usually quiet and empty.”

I stand up, reluctantly, wave goodbye and wobble to my office on watery legs. Would he understand my invitation? Would he come to the office after 4? Hmmm.

I am occupied throughout the rest of the day with meetings and classes. When the assistants leave at 4 o’clock I am somewhat relieved and I immediately start working on my lessons for the following day.

“You sure are a hard worker, sir.”

I jump. Yes, there he is with his heart-breaking smile, framing the door. “Ah, it’s you. Jimmie, wasn’t it?”

“I hope I’m not interrupting or intruding,” he says as he walks into the office.

“Not at all, Jimmie.”

I watch him as he slowly walks over to the bookcase and looks at the titles. “You read a lot, sir, don’t you?”

“Well, Jimmie, I read my share. Don’t you read?”

“Not really,” he says as he saunters back towards my desk, approaching from the side rather than the front. I watch: His jeans show an erection! Yes, an erection! Beautiful, outlined erection… maybe not full but definitely outlined.

Jimmie notices my wide stare. How could he not with my eyes glued to his crotch? He touches himself. I can’t take my eyes away. I am mesmerized. He turns and goes to the door as I watch his young bubble butt move. He locks the door and walks back, his erection now straining at the faded jeans. He reaches my chair and presses himself at my arm. The heat! The throbbing! Through the fabric I can sense his urgency. During all of this I find myself totally mute, frozen, unable to comprehend the forwardness of this kid. Whatever has given him the idea that I will not kick him out of the office? Instead, I cannot make any comment. I’m never lost for words usually, but with his hardness pressing against my arm I become totally speechless. I just watch and feel, with a dropped jaw.

“Sir,” he says, his voice turning husky, pressing harder on my arm, “I really like you and I knew you liked me when I noticed you watching me out in the open area.” He was grinding his crotch on my arm. “I wasn’t sure,” he continued, “but I had a feeling you are more than just watching me.” He reaches down and slides his hand inside my open shirt, rubbing, fondling my nipples.

All I could answer is a moan.

He moves back and stands in front of me, his inviting bulge so irresistible. I reach out and rub it tentatively. It is his turn to moan. The erection feels quite large under my palm, but I assume the jeans fabric would have added to the size I am now groping shamelessly. I haven’t expected him to be hung, being so slim, but my experience has so far proven that I could very easily be wrong about that. Not that it matters, really. I wouldn’t care if he is hung or not. I have to take it out, to hold it, to kiss it, to swallow the whole length of it regardless if he is hung or not.

I undo his jeans buttons, slowly, pull them down around his legs, and look at his bulge again. He definitely is big; it isn’t just the jeans after all. His bulge inside his tight boxer briefs is definitely large. The erection curves to the left almost reaching the side of his hip. I’ve seen a few in my lifetime, but Jimmie looks deliciously hung.

I lean over and touch the bulge with my lips, pressing through the underwear fabric, moving from the base to the head, where the fabric is starting to get wet.  His erection presses back at my mouth, throbbing, urgent. I feel his hand on my head, going through my thinning hair. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pull down his tight boxers. His cock pops out. Literally! Pointing straight out and up at an angle: around 20 hard, thick centimeters (8 inches) of man meat. I am both impressed and ecstatic. Jimmie is not one of those wimps with little peckers looking for a quick blow job. Jimmie looks like someone who wants action—and I am more than willing and ready.

My lips encircle his pink cockhead as I reach for his fuzzy hanging balls. I go down on him, sliding down the thick shaft, fighting back the gag reflex, swallowing, ultimately reaching the base, filling my nose with his musky boy scent, stretching my mouth on his beautiful tool. As soon as I press my lips around the base of his shaft, he gives out such a deep moan that I think he is going to shoot his load. I slowly pull out the length, then ever so slowly back down to the base, tilting my head back to look up at his face and get my throat open. His eyes are closed shut as he holds onto my hair. I quicken my sucking pace and could feel his thigh muscles rippling under my grabbing hands. But I want more of this kid than sucking his cock.

First, I have to have a full look at him naked before going any further. I let go and his cock comes out of my mouth, dripping spit. I stand up, my own erection tenting my pants, and pull his t-shirt off. He has a killer body. The six-pack abs are defined like a chocolate bar, the nipples hard but not too big, his chest hair soft and covering the upper middle of his chest between the nipples with a beautiful trail down his flat stomach getting thicker as it reaches his dark pubic hair encircling his fantastic cock base, curled and protective.

Jimmie starts to unbutton my shirt as I lick at his nipples and upper chest, loving the feel of the silky skin and the little hair he has. I am so glad that he isn’t one of those kids who shave their body hair. Even his armpits are so excitingly hairy. I jump a little as I feel his hand groping my hardness. He rubs my erection inside my pants as he presses his cock on my hip. I find his lips.

I consider myself a good kisser, so I make sure to enjoy kissing this kid to the maximum. I lick at his lips, flick my tongue and probe into his mouth as his hands urgently unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down. He moves his mouth away from mine and starts licking down my neck to my hairy chest, nipples, stomach and belly as his hand encircles my hard cock and starts to stroke it gently. He kisses the cut head as he kneels in front me.

It is amazing to watch this young god so lovingly working my erection. I am no where as hung as he is but I sport a nice 16 centimeters of cock (6 inches) and he seems to love it. He sucks. I can tell he is no expert but I don’t mind, as the teeth grate on my cock shaft.

I lean against the edge of the desk weakly as he goes down on me, pumping into his throat but pausing whenever he gags. He can’t take the whole length. He just works the head and the first half of my shaft making me so weak in the knees. His hands are massaging my hairy thighs, cupping my balls, rubbing into my crack, fingering my hole.

We separate just enough to kick off our clothes and resume the kissing and grinding, fully naked, right there in my office. He is so horny for me, which makes me think of myself as the most beautiful man he has ever wanted. Our penises rub on each other, fucking each other.

Slowly he turns me around. Oh, my God, I tremble. He’s going to fuck me! Surely, I’ve been fucked before but never by such a big tool or such a young kid. He already has his slick cock in my crack rubbing it up and down and kissing the back of my neck. I could feel his breath, his wet lips, his light beard brushing my nape and I shiver all over, pressing back on him, in anticipation.

“Oh, man, sir, this is so fantastic! I’m dreaming,” he moans. Fuck that, I tell myself. I’m the one who is dreaming!

His cockhead, now covered with his spit, starts pushing into my hole. There is no way he is going to penetrate me like this, but he is so insistent. I am worried about bare backing. I have never done that before. I am usually very careful. But the moment is so intense, so spontaneous, that the idea of stopping to drive off campus and get condoms is ridiculously out of the question. I stop his pressing, put some more spit on my fingers, and rub my hole with it. He is doing the same, covering his cock with his own spit. Then he is back at my hole, pressing. I try to relax, but his mushroom cockhead is stretching me to the limit. He is holding my hips and pressing harder when his cockhead penetrates. I let out a scream. He immediately withdraws.

“Sorry, sir,” he stammers, “I didn’t mean to push so hard.”

“Jimmie,” I say, “you take that tool of yours out of my hole another time I think I will kill you. Get the fuck back in.”

“Yes, sir!” and he forces the head back in.

The pain is so intense, and I’m squeezing my rim muscle so hard that he couldn’t go any further than the knob inside me.

“Take it easy, kid. Let me get used to your size,” I moan.

“Sir, please don’t call me kid, especially when my cock is inside you!” he says as he presses harder, ignoring my plea, his hand grabbing my neck with force.

The shaft starts to slide in as I relax a little. He is halfway inside me when he exclaims hoarsely, breathlessly. “Oh man, I can’t hold it any longer; I gotta go in all the way,” and he thrusts the whole 20 centimeters of hard, young rod deep into me with one single ram.

I feel my insides almost coming out of my mouth, my ass ripped into shreds. Then he starts the fucking, only like a young, horny stud would do it: deep, hard thrusting in and out, using the whole length of his shaft to stretch me wider and wider. He pounds, breathing hard and moaning. My thighs and butt cheeks go numb with the pain of the ceaseless pounding, but I would never dream of stopping him or asking him to slow down. I hold tightly onto the edge of the desk as my body takes his ramming. I try my best to stifle my groans lest someone passing by the office get wind of the fucking going on inside. I can feel myself sweating with the effort of receiving his merciless cock thrusting in and out of my ass.

I know that he is going to shoot his load very soon at the tempo of his fucking, and I can’t wait for the feeling of his cock getting thicker, ready to explode. I realize that I am going to be quite sore for some days to come.

“Oh, Oh, Oh my God, it’s cumming, sir. I’m gonna shoot.”

He pounds faster, deeper and harder, his balls slapping at my butt. I squeeze my hole around his shaft, milking him, and that gets him off. With a loud moan, he makes one final thrust and explodes. I swear I could feel his hot cum reaching all the way up into my belly. He squirts and squirts as if he is never going to stop. I push my butt back into his crotch to let more of his cock bury deeper inside me. Finally, he starts to pull out. As he pops out of my ass, he turns me around and takes my pulsating cock in his mouth, his own dick still dripping. I immediately shoot my load, my butthole burning, seeping cum. He starts to gag and cough and pulls off my ejaculating dick. My cum splatters all over my crotch, my pubes, his face. He looks up at me, so cute, so apologetic. I cannot tell whether my heart has gone formula-one-racing or has just simply stopped pumping.

Finally, the kid moves away and sits in the chair opposite my desk, naked, his cock still semi-hard and dripping, still delicious as hell. He is breathing hard, his face smeared with cum, his chest glistening with sweat. I lean back at the desk in front of him, weak, totally spent, completely filled.

He looks up at me, smiles, strokes his wet cock slowly, and says, “Sir, that was the best fuck I have ever had.”

“So,” I say laughingly, “you get to fuck older men often?”

I am squeezing my sore hole hard to try to keep his load inside me. I want this kid’s juice to breed me. I feel so full.

His face actually blushes. “You are my first, sir! I mean I’ve been with girls and such, but my feelings and thoughts have always been somewhere else. I have never squirted like I did just now. Never, ever! Please, sir, could I drop by every now and then? Please?”

“Jimmy, my boy,” I smile down at him, looking at his beautiful body, “you are most welcome, but the next time you will have to receive as well as give.”

“I would do anything, sir, to be able to stay with you.” His smile is a mixture of lust and mischief.

“Well, you’ve done pretty well, today,” I concede, my rim muscle scorching.

We put on our clothes. He says goodbye. I watch him leave, my heart aching.

He comes by my office a couple of times a week and each time it’s as intense as the first time. I should take more coffee breaks, I guess!

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B: Bully

Warning: This story contains use of derogatory language.

It had been two days since my mysterious encounter. I still couldn’t parse anything that had occurred on Saturday. The rest of that day and the next had played out with me in some sort of feverish state. I wanted dick…I needed it. My own penis was almost constantly hard at the thought. Fearing my desires, I stayed in my room all of Sunday. The situation made me glad that I didn’t have a roommate; I fear I would have jumped on him if I did. I even tried jerking off multiple times. Each time I was about to finish, Master’s voice echoed in my head. He had told me to save my cum, so I stopped touching myself every time. It was like I was edging myself, which only made me hornier, so i stopped, resigning myself to the fact that I’d just have to live with the erection for now. I had hoped that I would at least be able to push these thoughts out of my mind for my science lecture on Monday. However, I quickly realized that wouldn’t happen when I woke up. My eyes still felt glassy and my head hazy. Shaking myself in a futile attempt both to wake up and focus my mind, I got as ready as I could under the circumstances. 

The lecture room luckily wasn’t far from my dorm. I don’t think I could have made it too in my state. Another lucky break for me was my seating position: I always sat nearer to the back of the class, so I wouldn’t have a lot of eyes on my disheveled self. I found the most secluded seat I could without looking too separated from the rest of the students and I borderline collapsed into the chair. People filed in, talking about this or that, and soon the professor arrived. 

The lecture felt like it took a millennium. I don’t mean that in a bored college student way, more in a I’m so out of that I have no sense of time kind of way. I tried, with difficulty, to take notes for about the first quarter of the class. My mind had one primary thought and it was only growing stronger, but I continually struggled to push it down. 

Unfortunately for me, the professor was male. Damn, was has he always been this hot? Did his pants always fit him that well? He looks like he’s got a nice little bulge there. I wouldn’t mind seeing it up close…study his anatomy a little. Or maybe he could slap my ass with a ruler. Tell me I’ve been a bad boy and that he’s gonna punish me. Oh yeah, I’ve been so bad! I‘ll take all the punishment you can give, I know I deserve it! Spank me more, make me obey your authority like a good boy! 

I shook my head, somewhat returning to reality. I didn’t know when my fantasy had started or how much I had missed. I was hard again…and I still craved dick. I sighed to myself; I’d have to get the notes from someone else. The rest of the class consisted of me cycling between daydreaming about a classmate’s cock and trying to prevent myself from doing that. 

A hand suddenly landed on my shoulder. “Ah!” Despite my startled state, I looked to see who the appendage belonged to. Oh…I knew this guy. Jackson Castor, tight end on the football team. I’d like to see his tight end. No no, I couldn’t be attracted to Jackson! He bullied me when I was in high school. Part of the reason I transferred to another school was to get away from him! Now though, I want to get close to him…very close. Damn it, no! I needed to stop…especially since I’m pretty sure he just said something. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I said class is over man,” he smiled slightly. 

It didn’t seem like he remembered me, but I sure knew him. And I didn’t like what I knew. I’d like to get to know him on a deeper level though…that I think I would like. Ugh…I needed to get out of there. “Oh, uhh, thanks,” I spluttered out and began hurriedly packing my things. 

“No worries,” he said in his acutely dude bro way. “Hey, aren’t you Greg?”

“Umm…George actually,” I corrected. 

“George, right!” he said as if he’d known all along. “So…do you have a partner yet?”

His question confused me. “A…partner?”

“Yeah, a partner. You know…for the pair project?” he responded, clearly not understanding my lack of comprehension. 

I shuttered. A pair project in college? Could my life get any worse? “Oh, sorry again, I…didn’t catch that we were doing a project of any kind.” Jackson raised an eyebrow at that. “I’m really out of it. My notes are usually good, but I just couldn’t focus today.” I didn’t have to tell him that…why did I tell him that?

“That sucks dude,” he said with a lack of real sympathy, though he at least tried to feign it. “So, that means you’re free, right? You wanna pair up?”

I’d love for you to pair your cock up with my ass. “Yes, sure, that sounds fine,” I said, desperate to leave the situation. 

“Great! So, you wanna meet up some other day since you’re feeling weird right now?” 

I shuddered. As much as I would have liked to push it off, it would be best to discuss the details of the project today, especially since I didn’t know what it specifically entailed. Plus, my impulses would only grow stronger as the days went on; at least at the moment I could somewhat control myself. “No, we can discuss it later today. I should be feeling better by then.”

“Oh, okay. Is around eight at your place good for you?”

Around eight inches at my place sounds great. “Yes, that sounds fine. I’m in complex C, room number 26. See you at eight.” I abruptly walked away, leaving Jackson behind.

* * *

I slept the rest of the day until just before eight o’clock. I was tired and I didn’t want my mind to be on penises anymore. This backfired spectacularly. I had a dream, one of my most vivid at the time; I was on the football field with Jackson. I was on all fours in the grass, my lower half completely exposed, looking back at him. He was wearing his football pants with nothing covering his massive chest. His cock was clearly hard inside of those pants. I…was hungry for it. Suddenly, he was fucking my ass, hard and fast. I was full, taking every inch of him into me. 

“You know, you’d be a great water boy for the team,” he said without slowing down. “The water boy is always the slut.” 

And then…I woke up with a raging erection. Okay, so I was in trouble. Before I could truly collect myself, I heard a knock. 

“Hey George, I’m here!” Of course he was here. Why not? “Can I come inside?” You sure can. 

I got out of bed and lightly slapped myself on both sides of my face. “Yeah, it’s unlocked.”

He entered my humble dwelling and shortly closed the door behind him. “You feeling any better?” he asked with his faux niceness. 

“Yes, a bit,” I lied, hoping he at least wouldn’t notice my hardness. 

He then set to explaining what the project was to me. We were to create a completely new animal, not based off of any real life creatures. We had to give it both an informal name and a scientific name and describe things such as its behavior, diet, environment, and mating habits. We can have a demonstration of the mating habits if you want. 

After he finished explaining, he said “Okay, so, do you want to get started on it?”

“Yes, of course.” I pulled out my notebook and a pencil, but saw that Jackson made no attempt to do the same. “Are you going to get something out to write on? I have extra paper and pencils if you need them.”

“Oh no. You‘re going to do the project. I’m not doing anything.” 

I squinted. “What? You have to do something. Otherwise we’ll fail the assignment!” 

“You still don’t get it, do you?” he said sharply. “You’re doing all of the work and I’m putting my name on it. I have to have time for football practice. I can’t be stuck with some loser doing a lame-ass project.”

Now there was the Jackson I remembered. I could feel my face heating up as I said “What!? That’s ridiculous! You have to help me!”

“No I don’t,” he replied in a rude, flat manner. “I’m Jackson Castor. I don’t do projects, I get bitches like you to do ‘em for me.” He stood up, towering over me. He was intimidating to say the least. “I’m the boss,” he said, his voice taking on an eerie tone. “Now do the project. Got that…bitch?”

I was going to retort but I found myself saying “Yes sir.” What!? Why on earth would I say that? I didn’t want to do the project so this asshole could take the credit!

Jackson chuckled darkly “Sir? What the fuck am I, your father?”

“No sir.” Somehow I could feel that that wasn’t a retort, it was a genuine response. 

Jackson, however, didn’t take it as such. “Fuck you bitch! You know what I meant. Anyway, I’ve never had anyone give in that easy. I didn’t even have to bribe you or have the coach ask you to do it. Who made you so obedient?”

“A dark masked figure at a carnival. He hypnotized me into obeying men.” I blurted out. As soon as the words left my mouth, my eyes widened. Where the hell did that come from!?

Jackson’s eyes were wide as well. “Uhh…” Shortly, he rolled them. “Oh, I get it. You’re messing with me. Well, suck my dick bitch!”

My entire body tensed. Suck his dick…I had to suck him down! I slammed my supplies down and dropped to my knees hard. “Yes sir,” I said drunkenly. I moved my head down towards his package.

I quickly found myself being launched across the room, landing on my back. “What the fuck are you doing bitch!?”

“You told me to suck your dick sir.” My voice didn’t sound like my own. It was like…the one I had when Master had fucked me.

“I wasn’t being serious!” He looked away from me angrily, before turning back, now with a smile on his face. “Ah, so that’s it. That’s why you’re so submissive.”

“What do you mean sir?”

“You’re a fag.”

“I…excuse me sir?”

“Oh damn, that’s exactly what it is. I can’t believe I didn’t peg you before. You’re a complete fag!” Jackson grabbed his soft rod and shook it at me. “You want this, huh you little homo bitch?”

I gulped. “Yes sir.”

Jackson started laughing hysterically. “You actually admitted to wanting cock! Jesus fuck, most fags at least try to deny it at first.” He looked down at me and started laughing even harder. “God damn, you even popped a woody from me calling you a fag.” Once he got his laughter under control, he walked over and stood between my legs. “You shouldn’t be gettin’ boners while you’re working you know.” Jackson then raised his left foot and pushed it into my balls. 

“Ah…s-sir, what are you-?”

“Quiet bitch!” He increased the pressure on my nutsack. “How’s that feel?”

“It…it feels amazing sir.” And it did. It felt way too good. 

Jackson peered at me. “Damn, you’re not lying are you?”

“N-no sir…ahh…”

“You’re gettin’ off on this, huh?” 

“Yes…sir.”

Jackson took his foot off of me, decreasing my pleasure. “So…would you do anything I told you to?”

“Yes sir.”

“Hmm…” he uttered, seeming to consider what he wanted to do to me. “Stand up.” I immediately did so. “Take off your shirt.” Somewhere in my mind, I wondered why he told me to do that, but I obeyed nonetheless. “Twist your nipples. Do it so hard that it hurts.”

I felt my arms raise and my hands reach for my nipples. I braced for the pain. When I pinched myself, I did experience pain, but it was overwhelmed by the utter pleasure. “Ugh…aaah! Oh god…”

“That all you got? Twist ‘em harder!” I acquiesced. 

“Mmm mm uh!” I moaned. As my pain increased, so too did the utter bliss I felt. A bully was making me pinch my nipples with great force, and I couldn’t help but love it.

“Hehe…still liking that, eh bitch? Well, okay. Drop your pants.” My hands found their way to my belt and it was undone. I unzipped my fly, my pants fell, and I stepped out of them, now down to my briefs. “Now, give yourself a wedgie. Make you undies floss your asshole.” I grabbed two fists full of my underwear and pulled up. 

“Ugh-uh!” my breath hitched. The fabric ground against me in an intensely enjoyable way. In front, the fabric left no part of my bulge to the imagination; it was clear that I was enjoying this too. 

“Turn around. Let me see what you’re doing.” With some difficulty, I turned. “C’mon, you can do better than that. Really work those briefs out. Make ‘em stretch.” I pulled harder at Jackson’s request. The underwear dragged over the head of my cock. I almost came right there, but didn’t. I couldn’t cum until Jackson did. “That still feel good bitch?”

“M-my pleasure…doesn’t m-matter…only yours.” I said.

“Hm,” Jackson huffed out, sounding amused, “I like that answer. You really wanna suck me off, dontcha?”

“If that’s what you want…yes sir.”

“Take the underwear off. No, better yet, break your underwear and let them fall off.” I used all of my strength and pulled. Soon, I heard a snap and my briefs tore apart. I finally let go and they descended to the ground. “Turn back around.” I did as commanded. “Are you still fully hard after all that?” said Jackson, surprised. 

“Yes sir.”

“On your knees.” I fell into position. Jackson walked in my direction and stood in front of me. His covered dick was inches away from my face. He took my chin and tilted it up to face him. “Okay…I’ve decided that having an obedient fag like you around might not be the worst thing in the world. I could use you to suck my cock while I’m not gettin’ any tail. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes sir, I would love it.”

“You’re a fag, are you?”

“Yes sir.”

“Say it.”

“I’m a fag sir.” 

“Damn right you are. Now…” he pushed his fly down, reached into his pants, and pulled his rod out through the opening. It was long, thick, and veiny, with a big head, “suck me off before I change my mind.” 

I dove down on it, taking the whole thing. This being my first time sucking a dick, I was shocked I could do such a thing. I pulled back, using my tongue a generous amount as I did, but refused to pull off of the giant rod. I couldn’t bring myself to take it out if my mouth…I needed to keep it in there. 

“Oooh, yeaaah…” Jackson moaned. “You’re thirsty for my cum, aren’t you bitch?”

“Mmm,” I said without stopping my cock sucking. 

“Ahhh, that feels good. Do it again!”

“Mmmmm…”

“That’s it bitch, just like that,” he sighed, clearly enjoying himself. “Damn, I haven’t had my dick sucked in weeks. These girls always say I’m too big to deepthroat. But that’s not a problem for you, is it fag?”

“Mm mmm.”

“Nope. You’re happy to swallow all of me. In fact…stop. I’m gonna fuck your face.” I obeyed and he grabbed the back of my head. “I ain’t gonna go slow or stop if you ask. But don’t worry…you’ll love it.” To illustrate his point, he shoved my head down on his dick and thrusted forward at the same time. I thought I would choke, but I didn’t. “What, do fags not have gag reflexes? Or is it just you?” he said as he continued to push and thrust. “Doesn’t matter.” He only got quicker from there, shoving his length down my throat at a merciless speed. As his speed increased, so did that if his breathing. I could tell that he’d wanted to do this with a girl, but they wouldn’t let him. He was likely too rough for them. But I would please him…it was my job. Just as I was thinking that, he said through heaving breaths “You…ready bitch? I’m gonna…paint the…back of your throat. Don’t spill a drop of my cum!” 

“Mmm!”

As I said that, he shot his load into my mouth. “Ah! Ha! Aaah haha haaa…!” He came buckets. I swallowed all of it. As soon as he finished cumming, he took his dick out of my mouth. I was sad that it was no longer there. “You’re a good cock sucker, I’ll give you that,” is what he said first. 

“Thank you sir.” I noticed that there was a drop of cum on the tip of his dick. I hastily licked it up. Jackson seemed taken aback by this gesture, so I explained, “You told me not to let a drop of your cum spill.”

“Attentive too…I like that.” He then unfortunately stuffed his penis back into his shorts. “Okay George…I’ll let you suck me off again when I feel like it. Maybe even take your ass for a spin if I’m really horned up.”

“Anytime sir. Thank you.”

“What’s your number?” I told him and he typed it into his phone. “Alright. Look forward to it.” He stepped toward the door. 

“W-wait sir, may I ask you something?”

He paused. “What is it?”

“May I…cum…? Please sir!”

Jackson chuckled once more. “Since you sucked me so good, you can cum after I leave. Was that it?”

“Yes sir.”

“See ya.” he said as he made his exit. 

After Jackson was gone, I put my hand on my dick and I erupted. I hadn’t even begun to jerk myself, I simply touched down there and I released a massive load of cum. I finally felt like my head was clear. Maybe Master was right…maybe this is what I desire most.

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On Monday, even as Ted logged into truck forty-seven, he was aware of a proximity alert. He acknowledged the warning icon before entering his final id, masking the lurking human from Master Control’s detection. As his full sensor array came on line, he quickly turned the view screen towards the cab’s occupant and put his finger to his virtual lips, silence continued uninterrupted.

He set the truck in motion for its run to the ore face and initiated his ghost presence. Everything would seem perfectly normal; Master wouldn’t be able to detect what was really happening in the cab. He turned again to the Rag formerly known as Tom, now #382.

“382, we can talk,” he began, “what are you doing hiding in here? Won’t someone miss you?”

“I wish you guys would use my name,” he sighed, “I’m on the night shift this week. I checked the roster, found forty-seven and climbed in after Jim logged out,” Ted nodded on the screen showing he understood.

“The big guy in the black robot said you’re my owner, said you could help me, you know jack off. Can you please? I’m so fucking desperate!”

“You ever been with another guy before?” 382 shook his head no.

“I’m straight,” he declared, “Never even thought about stuff like this, till my balls started aching so bad.”

“So, you’ve never had anyone push their cock up your arse?” 382 swallowed but remained silent, again another shake of the head. Ted beckoned for him to come closer, he did.

Taking control of the cab’s robotic hand, Ted reached out.

“Well, if you want me to empty these balls,” he said as he took the orbs in a light grip, “then I’m going to be fucking your arse, a lot! What do you think about that?”

“I can’t think anymore! On the job I work flat out so I don’t have to think, I stay back late so I don’t have to think. If I get to thinking, I feel like I’m going to explode.” He paused, clearly flustered.

“The black guy said I belong to you, I’ll do whatever you want but, please, I mean it, please jack me off!”

Silence again filled the space; Ted savored the moment.

“Open that red case in the corner,” the driver directed, “get the metal cylinder out and fit it to this.” The robotic hand swiveled to stillness in the centre of the cab. 382 did as he was told. He then added a generous dab of lube, as instructed. Ted lowered the arm to knee height and rotated the screen to face the boy directly.

“What’s your name? Who’s your owner?” The rag formerly known as Tom paused.

“I’m 382, you own me.”

“Excellent!” the driver praised, “work this into your arse and we’ll see about letting you blow.” 382 smiled widely before awkwardly arranging himself above the metal cock.

“Go slow,” instructed Ted. “Open yourself up carefully, we’ve got a few hours and if you do good, you get to cum.” A crease of concern flashed across the boy’s face; he began to lower himself.

For Ted the feeling was magnificent. Straight boy arse, stretched as it had never been stretched before, was truly one of the best fuck experiences he’d had. He could feel everything of what was taking place a thousand kilometres away, it was as if his dick was actually there. After his toy’s back passage expanded, he began to fuck the hapless rag no end. His dick had never had so much fun.

Forty minutes into the session Ted reached around with the cab’s second arm and worked his property gently. 382 was dripping and desperate for release. Thirty or forty pumps in, the boy exploded, Ted felt the arse he was fucking contract in spasm. He kept working the cock and dragged a second batch of seed from it five minutes later, it hadn’t softened at all.

For a long time 382 seemed in a trance, almost unresponsive. Ted let him be. When he perked up, he realised Ted had stopped moving.

“Sorry,” he apologised, “I’m not sure where I was.” The metal hand reached up to his shoulder and gripped it lightly.

“You did great,” Ted smiled on screen, “it means we’re going to be doing this a lot.”

“Lift yourself off and make this cab spotless.” Came the instruction.

“Yes Sir,” replied the boy and moved to comply.

“I’ll drop you off when we get to the top of the next loop, you need to get some sleep.” The rag nodded and set to work. Ten minutes later Ted paused the machine at the check point to run a spot system review.

“A few things,” Ted started before he released the cab door. “You’ll be sore tomorrow, arse sore. It will pass but, in the morning, it won’t feel like it, understand?” the boy nodded.

“Good. Now, you keep what happens between us to yourself,” again the boy agreed.

“And lastly,” he said as he reached out and took the balls before him in a tight metallic grip. “Who owns these and what’s your name?” The boy took a shocked breath.

“They’re yours, I’m 382.” Ted released, pleased. “Thanks for letting me cum, didn’t know if you were going to.”

“You did good, you’d better go, this check is almost done.” He left.

*

David turned the inventory reload droid down the third isle to begin its restocking cycle. He’d recorded a similar sequence a week ago just for occasions like tonight. He switched to the ghost program and brought the machine to a halt a third of the way down the narrow lane-way. The shelving in this part of the warehouse towered twelve to fifteen feet. Everything was within easy grasp, if you were driving a machine.

He rotated the droid’s body to face the shelving. There, set back in a four-foot-wide opening was a naked Rag.

“712,” greeted David.

“Hey,” the meek twenty-four-year-old replied. He was crouched on his haunches, his back against the rear of the cabinet. His five-inch long, thick cock stuck straight up at a forty-five-degree angle to his thighs. He’d been contemplating what was coming.

“I see you’re horny,” said the droid.

“I’m horny all the time, can’t remember the last time I came.” Declared the rag.

“You ever been with a guy before?” quizzed David.

“Not once. Would have made me sick before,” Lamented the guy.

“Before what?”

“Before you guys electrified my balls.”

“Do you want me to go? Leave you alone?”

“No, no,” 712 replied, panicked, “sorry, I’m just all fucked up. I can’t sleep, have to force my food down, spend as much time as I can on the job, at the gym. Nothing helps.”

“So your balls are full?” asked David, knowing the answer.

“Look at them!” rag snorted, “they’ve never been this big. I can see every vein, I can’t do a thing about it.” He took a breath. “You said at the medical that you were my owner. I don’t know what that means, your slave?”

“Do you think you’re a slave?”

“Don’t have no clothes, no stuff of my own. I just work, sleep and have to eat every crumb of cardboard they put in front of me. Now they’ve stopped me from jacking off and numbered me! Yeah, I think I’m a slave.”

“Well, when you put it together like that, it does make you sound like company property. It’s good you realise it, accept it, know it’s right.” Replied David. “I don’t see you as my slave though. For me you’re something different.” The droid’s lower clasp started to extend.

“What then?” asked the youth. As the metal hand carefully took hold of the ball bag before it. There was no escape now.

“A toy. My fuck toy, to use as i want.” 712’s back stiffened as silence descended.

“Just so we start off with no confusion. I’m going to be fucking your sweet virgin hole, a lot. You make my cock happy, make me happy, you get to cum. Cum as much as you want.” David stopped to let it sink in. “What do you think about that?” More quiet.

“I figured that’s what was going to happen,” the guy replied, his cock now dripping from the attention focused on his balls. “Before, when I spoke about being a slave, a company slave,” he corrected. “I don’t mean I’m angry. I’m here through my own stupid fault, I’m genuinely that dumb.”

“So not angry?” asked David.

“Not all the time. I mean, it’s not all bad, or not as bad as it sounds,” the guy continued, “you don’t have to think at all, just do what you’re told. No brain strain. It’s even got benefits, look at these fucken muscles, I’m fucking fully pumped, never looked this good.” He paused, posing his impressive guns, David let him continue.”

“This not being able to cum though, that’s a whole new problem. I know I was dumb before, but now I can’t even add two and two, I’m going mad.” He stopped letting the wave of frustration pass. “So, I guess what I’m saying is, if getting fucked lets me cum, then fuck me as much as you want. You tell me to do something, bang, it’s done, doesn’t matter what it is. Mister, I need these balls emptied.” He said looking down at his nuts. “Just tell me what I gotta do.” He looked directly to the droid’s chest monitor where David’s face sat impassively.

“Well boy, that was a great speech. You do everything you just said, and your balls are going to be empty, a lot.” 712 smiled. “You tell anyone, and I’ll rip them off and stuff them up your arse,” the guy’s smile faded instantly. “You think that’s the sort of thing I could do in a robot?” The frozen boy nodded ‘yes’. “Good, then we understand each other. Let’s put that arse of yours to work and see if you can’t get a load pumped out.”

Over two hours David used the droid’s multiple arms and grips to hold and position 712 into a full range of contorted situations. Not all of them were easy on the guy, but he didn’t complain. After stretching the boy’s rear chute, David cock fucked him wildly. He’d have trouble walking tomorrow, no doubt.

Towards the end, David supported the guy’s back and raised his crutch into the air. With tenderness, he pumped the cock before him and almost instantly was rewarded when it blew a huge load. Wave after wave of cum poured down across the perfect abs, chest and face below. Neither moved, the rag fought to catch his breath. Immediately he did, the drone drained his balls a second time.

All the while, David had left his metal cock fully embedded. None of his toys were going to get to cum without him stretching their innards at the same time. It was simply good training; you don’t get one without the other. David decided to utterly drain his toy, he again worked the cock before him to wood, then release. The final load was just a shadow of the first and by then 712’s cock was super sensitive, David played for a time, but in the end, let the guy stand.

“Thank you, Sir,” said the rag in his first use of the word. “Thank you.”

“Nice Job.” Paused David. “Any cum on the droid?” 712 scanned it carefully finding some on an arm plate. “Lick it off.” He did.

“No gym tomorrow,” Directed David ‘You’ll hardly be able to walk as it is.”

“It’s worth it.” Breathed rag, “like I said, ‘anything you say’. My balls feel great, thanks.” The session finished; the pattern began.

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Jay

My first day they say, “Surely you’re staying the night. It is well into the afternoon, certainly almost night, and I don’t know what else I would have done, not now. I am so tired after the drive that’s lasted for an entire day. The place looks so comfortable. I can see the Christmas tree in a lobby outside of the chapel, and the nativity scene is laid out in the church before the altar. When they sing the Magnificat that night, the O Antiphon is:

O Rex Gentium, et desideratus earum,

lapisque angularis, qui facis utraque unum:

veni, et salva hominem,

quem de limo formasti.

Michael was here. Only a few nights ago. Michael was here, listening to these words. He was here in this chapel. My heart is so bright right now. It is so bright it hurts.

I imagine going and getting him and bringing him back here to the safety of these good men, these beautiful lights, the gentle face of Mary looking at Baby Jesus. As if it’s a done deal. But it’s not a done deal.

You may never see him again.

I may never see him alive again.

After dinner the brothers invite me into their sitting room. Father Damian says Compline is in a half hour and while we sit watching TV, Brother Raymond comes to sit beside me and says, “You are the one.”

“The one?”

“You are the one that loved him so much. I told him I saw it in him. The light of God. That it was there because it was clear he had been loved so much. You are the one that loved him.”

“But where did he go?” I asked Raymond.

“Do not despair,” the old man said, touching my hand. His hand was like a fall leaf. “He said he was going to find God, and God finds those who look.”

I go to sleep listening to the radio. I heard that outside of Grand Forks a young man presumed to be in his late twenties was found dead, his car crashed in a snowdrift. He is as yet unidentified.

I turn off the radio, punch the pillow and try to sleep.

The next day when I took a car to the house and waited for him to return I did not let myself think, “A razor to the wrist or a car driven in the lake is a quicker road to God than anything else.”

I wouldn’t let myself think it, but I did, and when I thought this, next I thought of Dalton. If I came back… unsuccessful, then there was Dalton. But that was foolish. It didn’t even work. There was Michael if I found him and Michael if I didn’t. If I didn’t return with Michael Cleveland, I came back alone, and alone was what I would be.

I remember when Michael had his crack, the one that undid him for a long time. I wish I could have taken that for him, but I couldn’t. All I could do was stand beside him. Mickey Avedon, who he’d had in Kindergarten, who still came to him and called him Mr. C. four years later. I heard the stories, but I never met him, and I’m not like my mother. I can’t pretend to shock and pain I don’t have, only be present. When I got the news of what happened to the boy, what it was to me was news, terrible news. But I never saw him in the flesh, never loved him in the spirit. Michael, my Michael. What if he’s gone? What if he’s dead? What if I came too late or what if it was not mine to save him. We had so much unfinished business. I am not philosophical enough to say, well it was not God’s will for me to come back with him. God had another plan. I am not the kind of person to let go. If he is gone, if he is that dead boy in the car, then I’m dead too. I know it. He will be my Mickey Avedon. Michael Cleveland frozen in the snow is the thing I will not be able to come back from.

I wanted to be strong. The whole world tells you to be strong, that this too shall pass, that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But some things do kill you, and even though everything passes you may not be around when it does.

The radio I have feared I turn on now. It is broadcasting the monks. They are chanting and I almost wish I’d stayed there, almost wish somehow I had been able to shield myself from this fear and from this terror, from the wind that is pounding at the door.

Of the Father’s love begotten,
Ere the worlds began to be,
He is Alpha and Omega,
He the source, the ending He,
Of the things that are and have been,
And that future years shall see,
Evermore and evermore.

The slow, droning, thousand verses of the ancient hymn, contrast with the wind that howls outside. I am not quite weeping, but I am on the floor, and I am not quite making bargains with God, but I am admitting my misery. There goes everything There goes anger, there goes my strength. There goes Dalton and the hope of other men. There goes the feeling that this is only duty and however I come back from this, I come back the same having done everything I can. No, this is everything, Love is the house of God, and I pray without words that mercy lives in it.

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I’m sorry we had to stop because of the snow.”

“Are you crazy? We’d be dead if we kept going. Besides. All of this was my fault.”

“What were you doing out on the road anyway? Just walking around.”

“I knew there was nothing behind me, so I just kept walking forward. I kept walking hoping I wouldn’t freeze, that I’d be found. And then you found me,”

“And then we found you. The car can be ready a few days after Christmas. You’ll have to live without one tonight if that’s okay.”

“Oh, that’s okay. Everything’s okay. Everything’s more than okay.”

“Amen.”

“I’m a stupid man. I think for a long time I wanted to die, and I almost did. It was such a possibility and on the edge of it I just said Jesus let me live. Look at those stars coming out past the clouds. Look at that sky. Did the world ever seem completely new to you? Did you finally understand everything was going to be alright?

“Ah, I’m going to shut up now.”

Laughter.

“No, no talk on. I don’t meet city folks too often and when I do they always seem jumped up.”

“I never thought of myself as city folk. I just thought of myself as someone who didn’t belong.”

“Well, maybe you belong out here.”

“Maybe.”

“All sorts of things belong out here. Out here on the edge of the earth,” says the tow truck driver.

“You want the big place instead? You sure you want the cottage? With all this snow?” the driver asks.

“Yeah. Yes. I’ll be fine there.”

“Is that it? Is that the cottage?”

“Yes!”

“You left the lights on?”

“I didn’t. And there’s a car.”

“Maybe they were looking for you. Someone’s looking for you.”

“I didn’t leave the lights…. I don’t think. Or… I don’t think the monks are looking for me. But…”

But the words die as the door to the house opens, and Michael Cleveland squints and then opens his eyes, shaking his head at the impossible sight.

“It can’t be… It can’t… A miracle.”

“Who?” the driver asks.

“But… he can’t see me from in here.”

The driver laughs.

“Then you better go and let him see you.”

And still shaking his head at the impossible sight of Jay Strickland, he runs across the snow to be his miracle too.

This was during my college years. I was 22, living in the dorms. At the time, I knew that I was sexually attracted to guys, but I always thought of it as a “sickness” to be ignored and fought against. However, my penchant for the male physique couldn’t be blocked by social norms widespread at the time. How can you ignore a hot male physique sauntering along the dorm corridor in shorts and nude torso, with hot hairy legs, a smooth dark chest, and a noticeable bulge?

That was Omar.

Omar was one year older than me, a student exchange from the Sudan. He stood around 190 cm tall, slim, with silky black skin, curly hair and a beautifully chiseled face: deep brown eyes, high cheeks, very full sensual lips. Omar, for me, was hot—and I guess for most of the coeds as well!

On the other hand, I was kind of a wimpy, nerdy type of student. I was around 170 cm tall, hairy chest with a trail down to my pubes, skinny (ribs showing), pale skin, and an average face, including the proverbial eyeglasses. No way was I anything close to what Omar looked like. He was a hunk. I was a skinny skeleton in comparison.

Omar had this habit of walking around in hot semi-tight shorts, naked torso, and flip-flops. I used to love watching him as he would visit in his shorts and nude torso. But most of the time, my roommate or some other guy from the floor would be there. The atmosphere was only a one-way charged from my side.

One Saturday evening, warm for this time of year, I decided I needed a shower. The dorm floor was fairly empty since most of the guys were away for the weekend. Our showers were actually one large hall with shower heads and no partitions. For me, taking a shower was usually torture. As much as I would have loved looking at naked guys, wet and soapy, I had two things against me. First, I was a very shy person—still am—who wasn’t too happy with my body. Second, I always had to take off my glasses, which meant that all I could see would be fuzzy, what with the steam and all. I would always check whether someone was in the showers and only venture there when the shower hall was empty, which was most of the time after 9 or 10 in the evenings, especially on a Saturday.

I carried my towel, wearing my undershorts, and walked to the shower hall, relieved that it was still empty. I was under the hot water jet, enjoying my shower, lathering my chest and balls, enjoying the feeling of slippery soap around my balls and the base of my dick, which was probably the only thing about my body I was happy with—around 18 cm, cut, erecting right up, pointing to the ceiling as I rubbed slowly up and down the shaft. Everything around me was silent.

Suddenly, I heard someone walk in. Shit. Shit. I turned my back to the entrance to hide my hard-on.

“Hi, Ed,” came deep and throaty from behind me.

Oh, fuck, it’s Omar. I would recognize his voice anywhere and I remembered that being an exchange student he always stayed in the dorms during weekends.

“Hi, O,” I answered, a bit hoarse. I always called him O. It sounded more than friendly, closer. And he liked it.

“I saw you walking in here with your towel, and I thought Ed is right. A shower would be perfect at this time of the evening.”

“Ummm… yea,” I managed.

I knew I was blushing and was thankful that Omar could not see my face. I turned on the hot water knob to get more steam so he would not be able to see my skinny ass and gawky naked physique. I was sure he thought I was not appealing to look at.

From the corner of my eyes, fuzzily, I saw Omar slipping off his shorts and stepping under the shower head next to mine, turning on the water. Fuck, he was too close. He sighed as the water hit his body. God, how I wished that I could see properly! I hated the fact that I had to wear glasses in order to be able to do so.

But I did make out his beautiful, slim, muscled, satin black body. Of course, I had my body turned sideways to prevent Omar from noticing my erection, which totally refused to listen to my orders for it to go soft. How would I explain an erection to him? Or should I? My heart pounded, I thought, too loudly?

“So, Ed, how was your psych mid-term?”

Again the throaty, sexy voice. Fuck. My cock throbbed against my belly. Ed was lathering his chest and underarms as he started the conversation.

“Oh, man,” I answered with a quavering voice. “It was the same shit. I hope I pass it. God knows, I studied hard for it.”

He laughed. My God! My cock responded. My hole sphincter tightened. Omar and I were showering together, naked, with me stealing fuzzy glances at his oh-so-hot body. I could make out his dick. Christ, it’s long, even when soft. But I couldn’t really be sure, not without my glasses. Was it my imagination? Was I willing Omar to be hung? How could I tell without glasses and with so much steam? Fuck.

“Hey,” Omar said after a while. “Want me to do your back?”

“Umm…,” I muttered. Surprised? Shocked? Scared? Oh my God. Cock hardened even more. “Ok, O.” I shivered all over in anticipation.

Why did Omar want to scrub my back? Hmmm…

Without looking, I heard his feet splash in the water on the floor, and then his hands, all soapy, were on my back. The shudder throughout my body was so noticeable that Omar kind of snorted. Jeez, did he notice I was turned on?

“Wow, Ed,” he snickered. “Seems like you haven’t had anyone touch you before.”

He DID notice.

I feigned a shy laugh and shrugged my shoulders as he moved his soapy hands up and down my back. I shuddered even more. Oh my God, this felt so hot. His hands were rubbing my back and I could feel the heat from his body standing so close to me, fucking naked. I then felt his hands move to my lower back, his two thumbs pressing and kneading both sides of my spine. Shivers coursed up and down my body, to my groin, and my cock responded with more pulsing and throbbing. This was killing me. I felt my knees go weak and I had to lean onto the shower wall to stop myself from slumping onto the floor.

Strangely, I felt something soft and wet on the side of my neck. With both his hands on my lower hips, I realized this must be Omar’s lips. Oh, Fuck.

Suddenly, my shyness took over. Shit, shit, shit. I can’t let him go down onto my butt. I reached backwards moving his hands up.

“Umm…, O,” I croaked. “I think I can reach that part myself.”

In response, Omar moved his hands up and down, and … Oh my GOD … he pressed his groin onto my butt without saying a word. He kept his lips moving along the side of my neck. Much taller than me, he pressed his erection into the small of my back, and I almost fainted. I could now tell for sure that Omar was hung.

Was my friend going to rape me in the showers? Could I control my shivering? I was beyond worrying about that. Shy, shy, shy. Scared? I quickly moved away and turned to face him.

“What the fuck, Omar?” I managed to say in a hoarse voice. “What are you doing?” So lame.

Through the steam and my fuzzy sight, I could see his beautiful body and the smirk on his face.

“Ed,” he snickered. “We’re both horny.” He grabbed my hard cock as I gasped. “See? Your little junior here wants some action. And he’s fairly big, too. I wouldn’t have expected that, Ed. Hung dude,” giving my cock shaft a squeeze. He moved closer and pressed his—now I could tell for sure—huge tool at my belly, my cock head barely reaching up and pressing on the base of his balls.

Hot Omar bent down and placed a light kiss on my lips. Oh, Fuck Me! My shuddering was out of control. My shyness was in high drive, going at 500 miles an hour.

Without responding, in spite of my horniness and craziness about this hunk, I found myself moving away, grabbing my towel, wrapping it around my waist, and making a fast retreat out of the showers towards my room, almost slipping on the wet tiles.

Was I a tease? Did I want Omar to crave more, thus my acting so weird? God knows, I wanted him. But, no! I would not succumb to my physical and sensual needs in this way. Omar was s guy, for Chrissakes. What was I thinking? I was not a homo and no hot guy would make me one.

As soon as I got to my room and slammed the door behind me, I was thankful that my roommate had gone home for the weekend. I sat on the edge of my bed, dripping water, with the towel still wrapped around my waist and my erection straining to come out. I felt hot tears streaming down my face cheeks. Even so, I touched myself through the towel and I thought I would shoot my load there and then, the feeling of naked Omar, hard and horny, pressed on my butt coming back to me in full force. I shivered violently.

Still shaking, I contemplated the scene in the shower. Yes, I wanted Omar. Sexually. Very, very much so. Every nerve in my body shouted it. My cock screamed it. My hole squeezed and squeezed as I recalled the feel of Omar’s erection on my back and then on my belly. The guy was a dream.

But yet, what did Omar see in me that was so erotic? Maybe it was the steam and the hot water and the showers? He couldn’t want to touch me, kiss me, with a body like mine… could he? Maybe his girlfriend was away. Did he have a girlfriend, I mused? Reflecting, I didn’t remember seeing him with any specific girl on campus. Oh, yes, he was popular with the girls in general. They flocked around him. But any specific one? I couldn’t recall. Fuck. He was a homo.

But, then again, what was I? Surely, I was acting very homo. Being turned on like this by another guy was a definite, inarguable sign of homosexuality. Fuck. I was a fag! Well, so fucking what? So was Omar. It takes two. But does it? Maybe he was just hungry for sex. Just being horny. Just wanted another body. Oh, man… MY body? No fucking way! Even I wouldn’t want my fucking scrawny body. But I did have a big dick, didn’t I? He said so! Oh, well.

With these thoughts raging in my mind, my body still shivering uncontrollably, I barely heard the soft knock on the door. Omar entered and he stood right in front of me after closing the door softly behind him. He had his towel around his waist, his chest dripping water, silken and chocolate colored, with a very pronounced bulge, sexy as hell. Fuck, fuck. I had my glasses on and I wanted this guy. I really, really wanted him. Or maybe it was just the junior between my legs that was horny for him? No. All of me wanted Omar. My eyes glazed, and my glasses clouded from the heat emanating from my face. I must have turned beet red.

“Hey, Ed, buddy, I’m so sorry,” he whispered, looking down at me as I shuddered all over. “Buddy, come on, man, it’s ok. I just got so hot when I saw you. I always wanted to kiss you, man.”

My eyes went wide; they must have gone double sized under my glasses. He laughed and sat next to me on the edge of the bed.

“Ok, buddy?” he said.

I nodded my head, not daring to look at him, squirming, trying to hide my tell-tale erection.

“Yea, O,” I managed to mumble. “Yea, I guess it’s ok. But…” I stammered.

“What?” he smirked, placing his hand on my thigh. My shivering increased a degree or ten.

“It’s just… just that… fuck O, I’m not as hot a guy as you are. I mean look at you…” I found myself unable to stop. “Look, O. You’re so fucking good looking, man, and … and … I’m such a dork.” I could feel myself blushing and shivering, although I knew it wasn’t the weather. I even felt the welling up of tears behind my eye balls, but I fought them back.

I babbled on: “I mean, yea, O, you are very attractive. Any girl would have you. I’m a GUY, O… a guy with a dick, just like you. What are we doing?” I closed my eyes and the shuddering increased to a hundred, the tears threatening to flow out.

He was encouraged when I didn’t move away and he started to slowly rub his hand up and down my thigh, managing to slip it under my towel, feeling my inner thighs. I jumped when his hand found my cock and palmed it. He pressed around the shaft. I moaned.

“Fuck, Ed,” Omar said.

“What?” I muttered, feeling my cock doing all sort of acrobatics being wrapped by his smooth palm.

“You have a big fucker down there,” he smirked, rubbing my cock up and down. “I like!”

Oh, fuck, FUCK. His other hand touched my chest. He played with my chest hair between my nipples and I shuddered under his touch, feeling my load building in my balls.

“Ummm… O… stop, man, I think I’m going to shoot a load,” I said in a stuttering voice, one octave higher than my normal voice. My heart? Pounding away like a fucking train under full steam. My balls aching to explode.

He immediately took his hands off my cock shaft and my chest and pulled me down on the bed, leaning over me and kissing me on the lips, his erection pressed at my side.

As I felt my shyness start to surface again, I willed myself to order it: NOT NOW, BITCH! I opened my mouth and felt his tongue invade my lips and play around my tongue. We slurped on each other and his thick, sexy lips totally covered my mouth. He shifted, removing his towel, and lay on top of me, fully naked. His cock was throbbing against the towel covering my crotch.

Oh, I needed him, needed to feel his nakedness against mine, needed to take the pressure of his hardness on my belly. I raised my butt and removed my own towel and we kissed with our nakedness rubbing, all steaming hot and wet from the showers. I almost shot my wad as his cock pressed on mine, skin on skin, and we rubbed against each other, his lips never leaving mine, his tongue buried deep inside my mouth, probing, tingling, urgent.

Omar’s hands were now all over me. How could this hunk want my freakish skinny body? Omar was so beautiful, so sexy, so man. I had never thought of him as a fruit. His tongue slipped out of my mouth down to my chin, my neck, my chest, round my nipples that were now hard, down my trail. Fuck. He was making love to me as if I were his girl bitch. His lips found my cock head and wrapped themselves around it tightly. I moaned loudly and bucked up to have more of his mouth around my shaft. He pushed me back down as he teased my cock head with his wet, red lips and tongue, both hands squeezing my nipples.

“Still,” he breathed on my cock. I stilled, letting the sensations of his ministrations take over.

Then he started on my balls. I automatically spread my legs to give him more access as I shuddered under his tongue. He was doing my crack, finding my hole and pressing his tongue against it, his nose buried between my butt cheeks. Oh. My. God. And I was so hairy down there! New sensations that I had never, ever experienced before rippled throughout my body.

There was only one time before when a girl went down on me. She had felt, like, it was a duty for her since we’d been making out in the car and she hadn’t wanted to go all the way. Her mouth had just slobbered on my cock and I had really known that she wasn’t enjoying it. I had finally come after she masturbated me with her hand rather than because of the blow job.

But this? This was different. Omar was loving my cock. He was making love to it. He was awesome as I looked down at his bobbing head, with his curly short hair, swallowing my dick, licking, kissing, slobbering. Again I started to feel the build-up of jizz in my nuts. Oh this is wrong. Wrong. I’m a homo. My mind is in overdrive, so is my body. Fuck, I can’t be doing this. I can’t. Christ. Oh, Fuck. Fuck. I’m a fucking faggot.

I pulled Omar’s head from between my thighs, feeling his frizzy wet hair, and he slid over my body to take my mouth again, his body fully pressing mine against the bed mattress. I tried to get away from under him. I couldn’t let this happen, could i? This is faggot stuff.

The build-up in my balls receded a little and I was able to rationalize the sensations I was feeling even though Omar’s tongue was doing wonders in my mouth and his body felt so right on top of me in spit of my unsuccessful attempt at sliding away from under him. I shouldn’t be doing this. No. No way. No fucking way. Ed, move away. Push him away. WHAT? Oh, no. I wanted my Omar. Bad.Oh, fuck, O, just kiss me. Oh, my sweet God!

However, I was finally able to push Omar off of me, but instead of moving away, he slid up and sat on my chest, his balls resting in my chest hair, his cock pointing right at me. Now I had full view of this beautiful instrument. Fuck it. Pushing my shyness and hesitation all the way back to a place I was hoping it would never return from, I encircled his manhood in my palm and pulled him closer to my face. I kissed the tip of his dripping cock, tasting some saltiness mixed with soapiness, my lips automatically wrapping around the tantalizing cut head, feeling the silkiness and heat and throbbing of this beautiful cock.

As I took him in my mouth, he arched his back and started a low, deep moan from the back of his throat, pushing to get more of his long tool into my mouth. I swallowed and gagged, not even halfway down the long shaft. Holding his cock in my hand, I pulled back and managed to work the head with my lips and tongue. Omar was shivering and moaning.

“Oh yes, Eddie, please suck on my cock, baby.”

With somewhat of a shock, I realized that Omar was actually fucking my face! Holy fuck. Fucking my fucking face! I was being fucked in the fucking face. Oh, maaaan. But I went ahead and  slurped! Just couldn’t stop!

In the back of my head, as sensations of feeling Omar’s hot cock between my lips and his ass butt on my chest, I kept thinking how wrong this all was. But suddenly, I was choking on a stream of hot cum as Omar pushed deeper into my throat and squirted his load. I fought back my choking instinct and started to swallow, but I couldn’t get all of it. I felt his jizz dripping out of my mouth onto my chin.

Omar kept shooting hot cum down my throat forever. He didn’t seem to stop. He must have squirted six or seven big ones—I wasn’t really counting—and I kept swallowing, never stopping. Omar was holding my head between his two hands as he shot glob after glob of his juice, his eyes squeezed shot, his moaning loud and his breathing coming out in whistles. I thought his cum would start squirting out through my nose—there was so much of it, hot, thick, salty.

Finally, he pulled out slowly, ever so slowly, dripping. His chest was heaving fast with his breathing, already showing sweat beads. He rubbed his cock head on my lips as I tongued the wet underside, holding onto his round, firm butt cheeks.

With a sigh, Omar pulled away, but he stayed squatting on my chest, his cock remaining surprisingly and beautifully erect and throbbing. Amazing! Slowly, he eased himself down on my trembling body until his butt cheeks were pressing on my hard cock. He reached back and lifted himself, guiding my cockhead towards his ass hole. WHAT? Slowly, oh very slowly, he sat on my cock, after applying some spit on it and into his crack. I felt the puckering hole as it relaxed and I penetrated. A loud moan escaped my mouth.

Omar covered my mouth with his hand as he slid down on my cock shaft. As I felt my cock press against his insides, I also felt his balls nestled in my pubic hair. I reached down and fondled his still-hard cock, amazed at this beautiful guy sitting on my cock, fucking his ass on it.

I started to thrust up to meet his down movements. This was a first for me. Never had I imagined I would be fucking ass, let alone Omar’s. I was so turned on that all it took were a few thrusts until I exploded inside him. I was beyond sensations, beyond lust, beyond imagination.

Omar kept up his moving up and down my cock shaft milking me for every drop. Finally, he slumped on top of me, my cock still buried inside him, flexing in the wetness of his hole and my own juices. His sphincter was shut tight around the base of my cock, which totally refused to go soft. Eventually, he slowly eased off me and lay next to me on his side, breathing hard, and nibbling on my ear.

“Oh, Ed. What a fucker. Baby, we are going to have so much fun, you and me.”

“Oh, yea,” came my throaty assent. “Yes, O.”

Did I just fuck this hunk? Unbelievable! No fucking way! But yes, my cock was buried inside him. Yes. I did fuck him and suck him and swallow his cum. Yes. We fucked. FUCK… we fucked!I had emptied my balls inside his beautiful black body! I had fucked my first guy. Would he fuck me, too? Could I take his monster of a cock into my ass hole? He took mine, and I was not small either. I must have stretched him to the limit and he never winced as I thrust into him. Would I be able to do the same?

Omar’s cock was still pressing at my thigh as we kissed and tasted each other’s saltiness. My mouth was full with the richness of his cum. My cock was still plastered to my belly. Looking down in amazement, I wondered at my ability to sustain an erection after shooting a huge load. This had never happened before. True, I usually did not go soft right after I masturbated. But this was hard. Hard. Like a rock. Throbbing. Wanting, not needing, more. Omar’s hands caressed my chest and over-sensitive nipples, as I ran my fingers down his back and around his deliciously firm butt. This hunk! I had fucked this hunk! I pressed his butt cheeks and he squirmed.

“I will have to return the favor, Ed,” he moaned under the pressure of my hand on his butt. My heart missed a beat. He would fuck ME!

“You are so delicious, and so fuckable,” he went on. “I can hardly wait to penetrate you and drive deep inside you, baby.”

I inhaled audibly as his words rang into my ear, his teeth nibbling the lobe. Looking down, both of our young cocks were still ready to go. Would it now be Omar’s huge monster of a cock invading my virgin ass? Oh, my God. I guess it would. Fuck.

And, later, it surely did. It didn’t take Omar long to move onto me. I stayed lying on my back as he climbed on top. I could feel his erection pressed onto my belly. It was still sticky with cum and spit and sweat. Omar raised me by the ankles, exposing my butt.

Bending down, still holding my legs up, Omar started on my lips. His cock was already prodding my ass. Incredible how lithe his body was. I started to feel the pressure against my puckered hole.

“Relax, Ed. Let me in,” Omar whispered as he licked my lips and my face cheeks.

“I’m trying, O,” I groaned, the pressure increasing, the pain intensifying.

“Oh, man, Eddie, I have so wanted to make love to you. Ever since I laid eyes on you. I often wondered if I would be able to lie on top of you like this, to enter you, to fuck you. Open for me, Ed. Open, you hot fuck!”

And I opened. The second I relaxed my rim muscle, Omar’s cock head penetrated.

I screamed.

“Eddie, Eddie, ahhh, fuck, Eddie, you’re so fucking hot. Yes, take me in. Fuck, you’re tight.”

Trying to stifle my screams, I held onto Omar’s arms, feeling his man pecs ripple. When he thrust into me, I felt I was being ripped in half. He was so fucking huge. But I so wanted him. I so needed for his cock to impale me. I felt his manhood, so masculine, so urgent, so lustful. But also blazingly painful.

“Easy, O, fuck you’re big,” I groaned. “God, you fucking Sudanese hunk. Fuck me. Fill me. O, fucking bitch, shove it deep!”

I had to give it to Omar. He started very slowly, pulling the whole length out but keeping the head inside so that he didn’t have to stretch me over and over, and then, also very slowly, sliding all the  way in with one smooth thrust, all the while holding my legs up and wide, and slobbering on my face with his fat, red lips. I was tempted to bite those lips of his, make him hurt as I am hurting down in my ass under him. But he looked so sweet, God, so hot.

As Omar entered me, I knew that this was not the first ass he’d fucked. Was it his first virgin ass? Was this a new experience for him? This made me more excited, that I was able to give this beautiful hunk a first.

I was sweating profusely under Omar, my cock plastered to my belly, my nuts rubbed by his groin with every thrust into me. The pain eased, replaced by ecstasy. It was as if his cock was touching every nerve in my body.

With my legs high up in the air, I reached down and grabbed my dick, just held it against his flat belly. Omar’s thrusting soon turned into pounding. He fucked fast, rocking my whole body with his cock. I felt dizzy under his driving force.

“Ahhhhh,” Omar grunted with his thrusting. “Fuck, Eddie, oh fuck, my god, yes, squeeze on my fucking dick, you hot bitch, milk me, am so ready to fill you with sperm. God, best fuck I’ve ever had. So fucking tight, Eddie, baby.”

“Love me, O,” I moaned. “Like you have never loved anyone else before. Breed me, baby. Deep. Am close, too.”

With a final plunge into me, Omar exploded. His cock thickened. I felt the squirts of his cum hit my insides. I never thought that you could feel sperm shooting inside your ass. But the force of his squirts was like bullets shooting out of a hot gun.

I quickly grabbed my cock and gave it a couple of quick jerks to explode also, drenching both of our chests with my thick and forceful spurts.

“Milk my cock, Ed,” Omar grunted as he shot into me and as my rim muscle squeezed on the base of his cock with each squirt I blasted. “Take my love!” Omar groaned.

Omar dropped onto me as his huge cock slipped out of my ass. Our bodies were glued with sweat and semen. We kissed for the longest time, reveling in the discovery of each other, the most amazing, unbelievable couple on campus.

Two days later, I arranged with the hall monitor to move into Omar’s room. We spent the rest of the college year as roommates, as lovers, as cock suckers, as fuckers, yes, as fucking gays.

Even now, decades later, I bring back memories of my time with Omar, of the love we had. And I immediately sprout an erection, so hard as to be painful. As I play with myself, I close my eyes and feel his black cock invading my body, loving me, filling me, and I cum hard.

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