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My great grandparents started a small nursery many years ago, Nance Greenhouse and Nursery. They built a pretty good busses up selling plants and garden supplies to people in town. One of the son’s was brought in and then it was Nance and Son Nursery. He took over when they retired and my dad and his brother were added to the business and an a ’s was added to son, they took over when he retired and now my cousin and I run it. Now we are “Nance Family Landscape and Garden Supply” We both were groomed to take over from day one, only now that little nursery is the premier landscape firm in this part of the state. We’ve got a great reputation and even being as big as we are, we still have that family touch. Nothing happens without our over site. Now here’s the funny part. My cousin is a lesbian and I’m gay. Leslie or as she go’s my, Les, is a really good looking woman. She’s tall and slim and strong as an ox. You wouldn’t want her mad at you. You never saw her with a hair out of place or without lipstick. She’s not the butch type you would expect but she could whip your ass if need be. Now me, I’m no fucking queen ether. I’m a tall guy at 6.3 with dirty blond that stays really light because I’m always outside and I’m very tan which makes my dark blue eyes really striking. I hear all the time how good looking I am but it’s just luck of the draw with great DNA, my parents are still good looking even in there retirement years. Anyway, I bet I get hit on at least once a day and sometimes more. It’s become a joke at the nursery. Les is always giving me shit about it, but she gets her fair share too. I’m single but mostly because I don’t have time to date, I haven’t had a boyfriend in years. Now that doesn’t mean I don’t get laid, I get as much as I like just not the husband kind. The reason is, I’m a big masculine guy and guys have an instant perception of me. They see big and manly and they think…ooooh daddy, fuck me. Wrong, I’m a big ole bottom. I love to get fucked and because I’m a big guy I want a big cock up my ass. I tried to top, I really did but I have the most sensitive dick ever. I swear, if you stare hard at my hard cock I’ll blow my load. That’s an exaggeration, but not by much. It’s annoying as hell, I can’t even touch my cock when I’m getting fucked or I’ll cum. Embarrassing. On the up side, even after blowing my load when getting fucked, I can still take it and it’s not unusual to cum more than once.

Now because we are a gay owned company, we tend to hire a LGBTQ staff. That’s how Les found her wife, Jenny came to work for us. She’s adorable and they make a great couple. We had a policy that we wouldn’t date employees but that was out the door when Les fell in love. Personally, I was thrilled. A friend of mine from college, Dean, had come to work for us and he’d been fucking me for years and I didn’t wanna do without. Of course, no one suspected we were fucking (our so I thought) because he was so much shorter than me. He looked way more like a bottom boy than I did, he was cute and small and just adorable. It was kind of funny watching us fuck in a mirror. He looked like a Chihuahua fucking a Great Dane but I loved his big cock. It wasn’t a love match, we were just really great friends and hung out all the time but it was mostly just friends having fun together and it was convenient. He was a landscape architect like myself and we worked on projects together all the time. One of us would get horny I’d be on my back with his cock up my hungry ass. We almost got found out because a few times I’d worn some really faded jeans and because he loved to breed me, it was leaking out and it was noticed both times. I guess it wouldn’t have been a problem if I wasn’t a free baller but I hadn’t worn underwear since I was in jr high so he surprised me with a butt plug so I didn’t leak. We were each other’s wing man when we hit the bars. If a cute bottom boy hit on me I’d hook them up with my big dick little friend and likewise, when a top would work him he’d hook me up. It worked well for us and it also sometimes landed us into doing 4ways.

Our office manager that had been with us since my parents ran the place finally retired. I hated losing her, Donna was like a member of our family but her kids had moved away and she wanted to be closer to her grandchildren. I’d always depended on her for everything so finding a replacement was going to be a nightmare. We had all kinds of people apply and no one seemed to fit. We had a temp service in the interim but Les and I were doing the lion share of it and we hated it. We finally got a guy who looked promising. He interviewed well, his background looked fantastic. He’d just moved to the area to make a fresh start and his former employer was so sorry to loose him. Les had already met with him and asked him back to meet me. She liked him but we both had to agree so I came barging into the office and he stood up to meet me. Stopped me dead in my tracks, the man was fucking cute. Quite a bit shorter than me, maybe 5.7 or so. The darkest hair I’d ever seen on a white guy and shocking green eyes behind these round framed wire glasses built more like and runner so really slim. He was dressed in a well fitted dark suit, white shirt and a green tie with good shoes. He was all business as he shook my hand. He was polite but reserved and I liked him. I liked how he interacted with Les and myself. I couldn’t get a read on him if he was gay or not. He dressed beautifully and his haircut was perfect but a lotta straight guys were that way too. Finally I just had to know…

“We’re a gay owned business and we have a lotta LGBTQ staff, that gonna be a problem for you?”

“No sir, I did my research on your company before I applied. We are of like mind so not a problem”

“Well that’s a relief. We don’t discriminate but we don’t want any troubles down the road”

“No trouble here”

Damn, was he ever a tight ship. All business all the time. But he sure was cute and his paper work said he was single too. Oh well, probably as big a bottom as I am so I’ll be good. We hired him on the spot. Les figured I’d like him so she already had paperwork ready to fill out. We chatted with him as he filled out his paperwork but Les had to skip out for a client meeting, leaving us alone to talk.

“You’re a beautiful dresser but you shouldn’t plan on dressing like that day to day. I realize you will be mainly in the office but your clothes would get destroyed around here. You should plan to be comfortable so jeans or shorts or what ever you like is fine. We have golf shirts with the company logo if you like but it’s not necessary”

Now my mind is wondering what he looks like under that tailored suit  but I was determined to be a good boy. Needless to say I liked what I was seeing but that was a huge no no. Just what I need, a sexual harassment suit being filed.

Dean and I had been fucking since freshman year of college, never a problem there. But the new hire appeared to be a by the book kind a guy so hands off for ether of us as Dean was in upper management. Dean picked up I was hot for Edward and teased me about it but he liked him too. His quiet reserve and gentle way made him a favorite with the staff, oh that and he bakes. He was forever bringing in platers of cookies and muffins and cakes and you name it, he made it. Les asked him about it and he said it was a stress reliever, helped him relax. He didn’t look like anyone that would ever eat a carb so that was kinda funny too. He did drop the beautiful suits but what he came to work in didn’t calm my desires one bit. It’s like everything he owned was custom made for him and he was always dressed perfectly. At first he wore khaki slacks or other types and colors of casual trousers but as it was spring and our staff usually wore shorts he started to integrate those into to his wardrobe also. That just drove me crazy, I’m a leg man and his were beautiful….of course they would be. He even made our company shirts look good on him when he wore one. He would come in a good two hours before anyone else and work. He said he got more done in the two hours alone than he did all day. I loved Donna and she was great at her job and like family to us and all but she was no Edward. He had ideas for new business and growth but he wasn’t pushy about it. Every Friday morning Les and I had a meeting with him, we would go over the past week and discuss what was on the books for the next one. He learned our business like it was his, he listened and figured out who was best at what and started doing our scheduling for our crews so we worked smarter and more efficiently. He took so much off our shoulders that Les and I were able to do more of the things we were best at. He was almost too good to be true. If anything negative could be said, it was that he was a workaholic, he just never stopped. The only thing that changed was that Dean and I had to stop fucking at work all the time, well, we should have anyway. We mostly just cut way back. You just never knew when Edward would show up but so far, we’d never been caught. We’d cut back from 2 to 3 times a day to 3 times a week and we just knew we were getting away with something. Several months had passed and he was just part of the workings of the place, things were going well and we got caught. I didn’t realize it but Edward had taken up power walking the property every day just to get some air and sunshine and get out from behind his desk. Well this particular day, Dean and I had gone out to tag some trees for a client and he decided it was a perfect opportunity to fuck. We had in several locations around the property, little sheds with assorted tools and water hoses and such well along the side is a work bench and he had my ass bent over that bench just fucking the shit out of me. We were well into it and never heard him walk up. He was trash talking me, calling me a fucking cum dump and a whore. He even brought up how he bet I wished if was Edwards cock up my slutty cunt and that’s when we heard the snap. A twig or something broke and we jerked our heads around and there he stood, eyes as big as dinner plates. No sooner did we see him, he was gone. Vanished like he was never there.

“Son of a bitch! Now what?”

I was a little freaked. What if he quits or or or, fuck I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t wanna make him uncomfortable. Dean and I got our shit together and hopped into the golf cart and headed back to face the music. I had to make this right with Edward. I walked back to his office and it was empty.

“Shit!”

“Looking for me boss?”

I nearly jumped out of me skin. He was standing behind me looking up at me with a slight smile on his face.

“I ah well, let me explain. We ah, we’re ah….”

“Not any of my business”

I was gob smacked. He’s always been so reserved and today was no different. I felt my face flush. He just moved me aside and went back to his desk. He took a seat and started working and like an afterthought he glanced back at me…

“Do you need something?”

The way he looked at me, I was instantly hard again. I couldn’t think of a fucking thing to say. I mumbled something and walked away. Heading out to find Dean, my head was spinning. He spotted me coming and met me in the path.

“What happened, did he freak! Was he upset? Is he gonna say something?”

“Will you just shut the fuck up. I need to think”

I told him everything and he was as confused as I was. The man was as cool as a cucumber.

We had shit to do so we couldn’t deal with this now and went about or business. I tried to stay out of the office but I had to get something from my desk. Sure enough I run into him and he just looks at me like any other day. I couldn’t get away fast enough. I grabbed my stuff and headed out, glad to be gone for the rest of the day. The next day, Friday, I was just dreading our morning meeting. I walk in to the office and drop by the break room for some tea and find a huge basket of fresh form the oven lemon poppyseed muffins. The staff is trickling in and is all gaga over the muffins. You’d think they never got fed. I did NOT want to go to that meeting. I finally wonder back to my desk and sit down. Just as my ass hit the seat Edward walks in with his iPad, closing the door behind him and gracefully sits down but still no Les.

“Good moring”

Just as smooth as ever.

“Just you and me this morning. Les is tied up with a personal matter”

“Okay”

I’m fidgeting in my seat, trying to act normal. He starts the meeting as always. The way he was speaking was a bit more authoritative and commanding. When he finished up he looked at me and said

“Any questions, boss?”

“No everything is great as usual. I’d like to talk about yesterday if you don’t mind”

“Look, it’s not my business if you wanna do anything you want. I have no opinion. That’s between you and your partner”

Oh my god! This was all out of hand.

“It’s not like that at all! Me and Dean ah well….”

“It’s fine, I just didn’t know you’re a couple”

“Not that ether, damn. Give me a minute”

“You have nothing to explain to me. Like I said, it’s your business. I just work here. I gotta get busy”

He just got up and left. I felt like a piece of shit. I really like this guy. He was just fantastic and now he thinks I’m just trash. Well, I am, kinda, but he didn’t know that. When Dean found out what a cock hound I was back when we met, he did everything he could to get me fucked. Besides fucking me at least twice a day all through college he pimped my big butch boy ass out all over the place. He loved that I was this tall masculine stud looking guy that was nothing but a walking talking hungry cunt looking for the next cock to feed it. I remember this one time we went to a drag show and this skinny little drag queen was on stage, pretty realistic looking too. Anyway Dean caught her in the restroom pissing and saw she had a fucking huge cock. He asked if she ever topped. Turns out this nelly little queen was a total top. He got that queen to fuck the living hell out of me. To date that sissy ranks in my top ten fucks of all time. One of Dean’s favorite stories and it comes up WAY too much. Anyway, Edward didn’t know any of that and other than Dean, I’d never messed with anyone at work. I was so fucked. I didn’t know what I was gonna do. What if Les found out? Shit. I should probably tell her. Better to come from me than an employee. When she came in I told her I wanted to go out for lunch. We drove into town and grabbed a couple of stools at the bar. This gay bar we sometimes went to for happy hour served fantastic burgers and sandwiches at lunch and it was easy to talk in there. We placed our order and I looked at her nursing her beer.

“I gotta tell you something. It’s about me and Dean”

“If it’s about you two fucking all over the property, I already know”

“Holy fuck! Did Edward tell you?”

“Oh god, he knows too?”

“How the hell did you know?”

“Oh please, I’ve caught you two at it so many times. As far as I can tell y’all been at it since he started so I’m guessing y’all been at it a long time. Hell he was your roommate all through school. I just thought you were some sort of fucked up couple. What happened with Edward. I swear if you run him off, I’m gonna beat you to death. That guys a keeper. If I was into dudes I’d marry that one so he couldn’t get away”

“I like him too but I didn’t do anything. He just caught me and Dean and I was afraid he’d tell you”

“Well, you two aren’t as discreet as you think you are. Hell, I bet Donna even knew. I probably should have said something a long time ago but no one had ever said a word.”

“I think I’ve fucked up big time. I’m sure he’s really looking down that perfect little nose at me right now. He seems a little cool”

“Well he did just catch you acting pretty fucking trashy… What do you expect?”

I love Les. I’d always been the closest to her, even more than my own sisters and brother. We were to most alike and I don’t mean she’s as big a slut as I am, that’s title is all mine.

We headed back to work and when anyone was around, Edward was just the same as always but if it was just us he reverted to a cool more reserved attitude. I have to tell you, it unsettled me. It’s like he was putting me in my place and yet never said anything remotely that could be taken that way, it was all in his tone and delivery.

Near close of day, Les sent out a group text with the words… 

“happy hour @ricks”

Few missed one of our happy hours. We always bought a round of drinks and it was good bonding outside the workplace. Edward came but as usual he was quietly reserved, he talked to anyone around but bars were obviously not his thing and after a second drink he was gone. Dean asked me if I wanted to hit the bars that night but I was still a bit thrown with this Edward thing so I just headed out. I went to the gym and grabbed some Chinese food then went home. Being forever on the make, I was on several pick up sites like Grindr and the like so I turned on all the notifications and started looking. I needed some cock up my hungry cunt so I could de-stress. I had a great shirtless pic of me in a garden and it always landed me plenty of hits. I always had my face pick on my profile, if someone knew me and I was interested they could sure fuck me. I’d been hit on by former clients and numerous friends and it almost always worked out in my favor. So I’m scrolling through and I find a headless body pic and the body was fucking hot so I said hi.

Within seconds I get a reply,

hot looking guy.

Tnks

Hosting?

Could be

He sends a total body shot, he’s fucking tight and ripped. Not an ounce of fat to be seen and a fucking big cock!

HOLY SHIT, HOT!

U like?

Like it up my ass

Show me that man cunt

Dean and I had done our hook up profiles together and we did pics for each other too. You know, good lighting, hand full R rated, just as many XXX Rated so guys knew up front what we liked. I sent a good shot of my ass, then one of me holding it open, another with a raw cock up it and finally one gaping open with cum leaking out. He like that one a lot.

Fuckin hot.

Thank you sir

He sends another pic of him all in leather, harness, chaps, boots and one of those executioners mask. The kind that covers the skull down to the bridge of the nose, scooping past the the cheekbones and laced up the back so all you could clearly see was the nose to the jaw line. Hot fantasy shit, had my cock hard. He wasn’t a musclebound type just really cut. His big cock had a huge gage PA and he wore a massive cock ring and ball stretcher.

FUCKME…

Love to boi

According to his profile, he’s five years younger than me, shorter and I have a good 30 pounds on him but if he’s for real, he can call me boi all night long. He was fucking hot.

Would you fuck me in the leather?

Don’t wanna see who’s fucking that slutty cunt I take it

That ok?

Send location slut

Yes sir, doors unlocked

I’d probably lost my mind but this guy was so hot and I was turned on like crazy. I got cleaned up and spread an old quilt in the middle of the living room floor and waited. I was praying to the sex gods that this guy was for real. I’ve always wanted to do this but just to be safe, I sent Dean a message and told him what was going on so he knew to check if he didn’t hear from me. A half an hour later I hear a motorcycle pull up out front. Holy shit, is he really dressed like that coming up in my neighborhood? I hoped everyone was asleep and not looking out the windows to see this. My mind was running wild. Naked, I squatted down on my knees, sitting back on my feet with my hands behind my back. The only lights on were coming from another room and what came in from the open windows. My heart is beating out of my chest. The door opens and he’s standing there looking down on me. Under his breath he said more to himself than me…

“Fucking slut”

If the house wasn’t so quiet, I’d never heard it. Instantly my cock starts getting hard. He’s for real alright, what a fucking ripped body! He walks up to me and unsnapped a letter cod piece and his big ole floppy cock falls out. I look up at him and he grabs my head and pulls me to it. I open up and take it in my mouth and work my tongue all over it and then suck it down my throat. That fucker started filling out and getting thicker, I started  struggling for air and I panic.

“Breathe from your nose, dumb ass” and pops me firmly up side my head

Now he got hands full of my hair holding me in place as he fucks my face. He’s ramming it in long strokes and slime from my throat is splattering all over my face and down my chin onto my chest. All I can really make out is the root of his smooth cock and a fucking perfect hairless 8 pack. I reach to steady myself by holding his waist but he knocked my hands away and popped me in the head again and grabbed my hair and kept fucking. We went on like this for what seemed like forever and he stopped. He just let go of me, put his hand on my forehead and pushed me backwards on my back. I didn’t fall gracefully, more of a splat and I was spread eagle on the floor. He motioned me to turn over and I rolled on my stomach, he pulled me back on my knees and started eating out my hole. Fuck, could this guy eat ass, it was like he was crawling inside me with that tongue. He’s even chewing on my ass ring, forcing me to push it out further. I’d set some lube out for him but he never reached for it. He pulled up behind me and just slammed his big cock up my open hole hard and fast. I screamed out way louder than I realized and he slapped me in the back of the head again…

“Shut the fuck up whore”

His voice was low and calm. I know I’m the bigger stronger of the two of us but this man had me pegged and I was under his control. What a fantasy come true, this man was a fucking wonder. That big PA was banging against my prostrate and making me shoot my first load. I’m moaning like a cheap whore as I blow. I guess he realized I was shooting and reached under me and caught the rest as I finished. Then he held it to my mouth and had me lick it off. I was hard again in a flash. He never stopped pumping that big cock up my ass. My knees were getting tired and my legs started to quiver but I was scared to say anything, afraid he’d stop. He picked up on it I guess or he just wanted to switch it up but he had me flip over. Thankfully, I was on my back so at least I could look at his incredible body. My big muscled legs were hanging over his shoulders, my whole body dwarfed him but that too was part of the attraction. He’s over me and his dark eyes are picking up the light from the other room as he’s over me, slamming his big cock in and out of my wreaked cunt. Once again, I’m getting that feeling again. I’m grunting with every punch of that huge cock up my hole and he had me again. I shot all over us, not as big as the last time but still plenty, he just kept fucking me. It was beginning to hurt and I guess he could see it in my face with every stroke. He ramped it up and was soon blasting the biggest fucking load up me. He was balls deep in me and it was hurting pretty good but I’d never have said anything. He’s still hanging over my face and I’m bent in half and I feel a tear run down the side of my face. He leaned in and licked it and he worked his big cock out of me. I’m laying there like a limp rag trying to get my breath. He uses the corner of the quilt to wipe off some of my cum, walks over to pick up the cod piece, attaches it and walks out the door. I can hear the motorcycle fire up and drive away. I’m a fucking wreak, I can hardly move. Ive never been fucked so hard it hurt but yet my mind is racing with thought of this man. A little while later I get a text from Dean…

U OK

Barley

ON THE WAY

With in a few minutes, he’s at my door. I’m still in the floor. My ass hole is so fucking tender I can’t stand to move. He flipped on a light and sees me in the floor and freaks.

“Jesus, are you hurt! Do I need to get you to the hospital?”

“I’m fine, he just fucked the hell out of me. He was really hung and had a huge PA. My guts are beat the hell out off”

“Let me help you up babe”

He get’s me up and helps me to my bedroom and on the bed. He get a wash cloth and towel and starts cleaning me up. I open my legs and he gingerly goes to clean me up.

“Fuck man! You said it was just one guy, right? You weren’t blindfolded were you?”

“Yeah, just one guy. Why?”
“You got a river of cum poring out of you. You had less leaking out at the gang bang sr year. This fucker must have been edging for years to make this much cum. Thats wild”

“Your shitting me”

“No man. What’s this dude look like?”

“Get my phone, I got pics of him”

He ran back in the living room and got it, I opened up the pictures and he was shocked.
“Damn, he fucking hot. I’d have thought he was a fake with pics like that. Guy should be doing porn”

“He’s sure got the cock for it. Bet he’s just passing threw. Probably never see him again”

“Probably for the best. Ive seen you take a major fucking before but nothing like this. Hell you may need physical therapy to get over this one”

“It hurt but I’d do him again. What a fucking stud”

He laughed

“What a fucking slut”

He poked me in the side and I started to laugh but it hurt too much.

“Go to sleep princess, get some rest and I’ll see ya later”

I woke sometime around noon on Saturday, sore as hell. I got myself some food and then went and laid on the couch the rest of the day, recovering. Dean came over and checked on me and brought me dinner. We talked and visited for a little while and he left. The next day was better so I did my normal weekend chores and got ready for the text week. Monday I roll into my parking spot about the same time as Dean.

“How’s your ass?”

He said in a big loud Yee Haw fake cowboy twang and slapped me on my tinder ass. I nearly jumped a foot and he’s just killing himself laughing. Let’s just say, I wasn’t walking as smoothly as I normally did. A little hitch in my get along so to speak. I made my way to my office and once again I run right into Edward.

”Good morning boss. Big weekend? Your moving slow today”

I kinda flushed and said…

“Pulled a muscle or something. It’s nothing”

“Go have a seat, I put some things on your dest that need going over. Made cinnamon orange scones, I’ll get you one with your tea while you look that over”

He’d never done that before. I’d never ask someone to get me something unless they were standing right next to it. I hate those guys. He was back in a flash before I’d time to even look at anything. He’s standing over my shoulder explaining what was what. I’m trying to focus on his words but the smell of scones and his fresh clean body and him being so close was fucking with my head. We got everything settled and he was off to his office. Everything from last week was spinning in my head. I was scared he was gonna quit but not as much as I was on Friday. This man was a jewel and I didn’t want to ruin a good employee relationship. I was terribly attracted to him but I just had a feeling he was a damn bottom too and everyone knows two bottoms are useless in bed unless you got a double headed dildo and I hate fake dicks. Then I got the realization that I need to fucking grow up and quit letting every Tom Dick and Harry have a shot at my ass. What a fucking whore. I did something stupid and let some stranger fucking destroy me and I’m still paying for it. I got so much going for me, why was I trying so hard to fuck it all up. I needed to have a long talk with Dean about this. I got up and closed my office door and just sat with my head in my hands trying to make since out of my screwed up life. I didn’t have any outside clients that day so I pretty much stayed behind closed doors. I told everyone I didn’t want be bothered unless it was an emergency. Sometime before lunch Edward comes in with a big arrangement of tropical flowers.

“Florist just dropped this off for you” he set them on my desk and walked out, shutting the door. The card read…

Boy,

I hope you enjoyed the fantasy

I’m not always so intense

A Secret Admirer

I jerked up the phone and punched the intercom

“Dean can you come to my office now”

He was at my door in a hurry. I never paged him like that unless it was emergency. He flung open the door and was surprised but the big arrangement of flowers.

“That leather guy from Friday, he knows who I am, he knows my name and where I work. Look at the card”

I handed him the card and he looked back at me. I snatched up the envelope the card was in and it was blank, just my name and the business name, address and phone number. I yelled for Edward and he came on the run, I never yelled, EVER.

“What’s wrong?”

“Did you see the florist that delivered the flowers?

“Sure I did, I signed for them”

“What florist was it?”

“No idea. Isn’t it on the card?”

“Blank card”

“Is something wrong? Do we need to get the police involved?”

“No, nothing like that. Thanks. Sorry to bother you”

“No Bother”

He walked out and shut the door. We just stared at each other

“Now what?”

Edwards side of the story

I grew up in the northeast, raised by my grandparents because my mom died in childbirth. Never knew my dad so no real loss there ether. My grandparents were in there mid 40’s when I came around and no one really thought about me having  older parents and I called them mom and dad. I never wanted for anything, I was a good student and a quiet kid. I did some sports, mostly track and field events and I played tennis and swam but I didn’t compete in swimming I just did it for fun and exercise oh and the naked boys in the locker room. I figured out I was gay pretty early, first guy I ever messed around with was my best friend, he had a case of hero worship so talking him out of his shorts was easy. That kid would do anything I wanted including suck my cock. I was his first and he got me before the damn thing got so big and I was a legend in school. By the time I left for college, he had no problem deep throating my big donkey dick. I think I ruined him for regular guys. Oh well, can’t help that. We went to a private all boys school and no girls around which was fine with me, I had no use for them. I majored in business development and management because my mind worked that way. I was good at fine tuning and making things work smoothly, I just liked business. I didn’t really even have to work, my family had money and when my mother died in instantly got her share of the family trust and as I was the only child of an only child, I’d end up with everything. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not wishing my parents dead. Far from it! I lucked out with them, they were fantastic. Me being gay was never an issue, as a matter of fact, I never had to come out, they just kinda knew. I remember mom just needed to be clear if this was just a friend or a boyfriend so se didn’t say something wrong.

After college, I took a job in a near by city that I really liked. I was doing great and was well liked and it seemed to have room for advancement. I met a guy threw work, he didn’t work at my company but in the same building. We dated and I didn’t think it was all that hot and heavy but he did. Anyway, He saw me out on the town with another guy and kinda lost it. The fucker was stalking me at work and the gym every place I went, he turned up. My tires would be slashed when I was on a date. I tried to get the police involved but I could never prove it was him so I moved out of state, got off social media and everything. What a hassle but I did it. Thats how I ended up coming to work at Nance. It was so different from the office I’d been in and I thought why not. I found out it was a gay owned family business and it had a great reputation so why not. My first interview was with Les, loved her but I needed to meet with her cousin and business partner Ryan. That day as I’m sitting in her office talking and he came bounding in, I was thunderstruck. The man was fucking hot as hell. What a beef cake! I’d mastered the art of keeping my cool so all he saw was calm cool and collected. I swear I popped a hard on as soon as I saw him. Thank god I wore a suit so my jacket covered any trace. He liked me as well and I was hired on the spot. When Less headed out for a meeting, all I could think about was throwing that hunk of beef down on the desk and fucking his light out. The guy was a real mans man, all tanned and muscled with that hot mucky sent like a locker room at the gym. My chances of ever getting to fuck that were mostly slim to none but I could sure look. It didn’t hurt he was a nice guy, I liked both of them a lot. I worked myself in pretty easily and started moving things around to suit me. The improvements I made were pretty seamless and both Les and Ryan were thrilled with me. Less was always taking me to lunch and picking my brain, she and her wife even had me to dinner a few times but Ryan was different. I’d catch him looking and he’d look away so fast. He was nice and kind and very talented but he never once made an overture or said a word. If anything he was a little distant and guarded around me. He’s more than likely to total top so I wrote him off. You can only imagine my surprise one day when I find him getting fucked by one of the senior designers. He’s a fucking bottom? You could’ve knocked me over with a feather. Blew my mind! That and the fact his boyfriend is this little shit, hell, he’s shorter than me! I couldn’t get away fast enough. I was just sure he was gonna fire my snooping ass. Damn, I really like working here too. It was just weird when he got back to the office. I acted like it was just another day and kept on going. The next morning at the weekly meeting it was just the two of us and once again I just powered on. When he brought it up I tried to back out of it and act like it was no was big deal. Big deal my ass, all I’d been able to think about was fucking Ryans hot ass. Jesus was that man fine. I ditched out of happy hour to head home and not think about him. I even got on ManHunt or something to find some ass and damned if Ryan himself didn’t hit me up. I checked out the profile making sure it wasn’t a stolen pic some troll was using to scam guys. It was him alright. He liked my body shot and I knew he’d love my cock. I mean what bottom doesn’t like a big cock, I ask you. I sent that a a leather pic I had and he was sold. He wanted me in leather and anonymous. No name, no talking, just come fuck him. I was all over it, It might be the only time I ever get the chance. I got ready and even put on my brown contacts so he wouldn’t notice my eyes. Also, I couldn’t ware a hood with my glasses. Maybe he wouldn’t recognize me and I could get away with it. I walked in his house and he was kneeling before me in all his glory. Even in the dim lighting he was hot. I learned a long time ago my big cock was a lot to take fully hard so it was better for it to harden inside the throat. He didn’t seem to have too much trouble. He wanted the leather man fantasy and I was gonna give it. I kept my voice low when I said anything at all and I slapped him around and humiliated him too. He was loving it. The best part was getting to finally fuck him. God all mighty what an ass but he shot his load almost immediately! I was hardly in him and he’s blowing his load! But of course I realized it and caught it in my hand and fed it to him, now that was too hot. But nothing topped flipping him over and fucking him face to face. Looking into his eyes as I rammed my cock in him. I know I hurt him but I was too far gone to stop. I just hammered away until I blew my load deep in his incredible muscle cunt. Seeing that tear roll down his handsome face nearly melted me. I almost broke my character and I knew I couldn’t keep up the charade if I did. I had to get out fast. I got my ass on my bike and was home and in the shower before an hour had passed. I lay in bed most the night thinking about Ryan and his face. What’s the matter with me, I hurt him just acting out a fantasy. Granted he never once said to stop or try to stop me. He was into it but I went too far. I didn’t have to use the PA and I damn sure didn’t have to do it so hard but I knew one thing, I wanted to play with him again. Maybe I should play with him a little and see what happens before or if I reveal myself. I did get some sleep and I dreamed of him…no surprise here. Net morning I was up bright and early doing my normal weekend routine. At the gym when they opened for my daily work out, worked in the yard, ran a few errands and I made some cookies for the staff both peanut butter and chocolate chip. I love baking, thought about being a baker once upon a time now I do it to relax and make my mind settle. Got those done and just tried to relax, I don’t really ever stop, I have to be doing something, I’m almost always busy. Cooking helps. I haven’t been in town long so I don’t’ have any friends here yet. Most everyone I know is at work or lives around me and I try not to impose on people but I do give away a lot of baked goods so the people across the street and on both sides have met me and know things are likely to show up on the door step at any time. Something I got from my parents, be nice to the people that live around you and they will always look out for you and your place. Sunday morning I was reading the paper over coffee and I remembered Ryan saying something to someone about loving orange anything followed closely cinnamon everything. I think that how he put it. An old family friend of ours was British and was always making scones and one of her speciality’s was cinnamon orange so I made a big batch so Ryan would have something he liked tomorrow with his tea. I was gonna work every angle to get closer to him. I started hatching plans in my head…this was gonna be fun

Back in Ryan’s office…

“Hey, did you get the revisions for the Jamison proposal? Wow! What a bouquet? Someone was a good boy. Who’s the lucky guy?”

Les had walked in and was checking out the flowers. She reached for the card and I snatched it away. She grinned at me

“He’s got a secret admirer”

I shot Dean a go to hell look and he started laughing.

“No shit…I had one of those once, remember that crazy red head?”

“Who knows, could be her serial killer twin brother”

Dean quipped. He and Les we’re having a grand ole time and all I can think is I hope this guys not dangerous. about that time Edward came in as they were giving me shit about the flowers and my stalker. I’m mortified he’s hearing any of this. He already thinks bad of me, I’m sure. But as usual, he’s as cool as a cucumber and I just wanna dissolve into the floor. What is it about him that make me wanna impress him so. I still can’t believe he caught us out humping like wild animals. He stepped out and came back with another mug of tea and another scone and asked if I was feeling any better. Jesus, he still thinks I have a pulled muscle. If he only knew how truly trashy I was, he would really be thinking badly about me. Dean headed out to do something and Edward Les and I worked on the new proposal. He left and Les closed the door and stood with her back to it.

“He likes you”

“No, he’s nice to me because I’m his boss. He thinks I’m trash”

“Personally, I think you’re full of shit. He’s bringing you tea and did ya notice what kind of scones he made? Cinnamon orange, your favorite. I’m telling you, he’s  in to you”

“It doesn’t matter, I can hardly look him in the face after last Thursday. I gotta fucking grow up and make some changes in my life”

“You like him too. Admit it”

“Damn it Les! Butt out! It doesn’t matter and it wouldn’t work”

She throws her hands up and backs out the door. I threw myself into my work and went home early. I was in a mood most of the week. I did my thing and kept a low profile and pretty much bit everyones head off if they said anything at all. I didn’t even go near Dean. Thursday afternoon a package was delivered to me. I opened it up and a black velvet blindfold and a white ribbon was in it with a note.

“Boy, Need to see you again

This time I want you in bed with this on

If interested, tie the ribbon on your door handle

10:00 Friday night

Me”

I looked at the package, no return address. Nothing but postage and my info. I didn’t know what to think. The last time was intense as hell, he even hurt me. Somehow I don’t think he meant to but he did none the less. I was still feeling it Tuesday afternoon. Of course every time I got a twinge of pain, my cock would jump a little. I probably shouldn’t do it but he intrigued me. One more time, I’d do it. Who knows, he could be the one. My friend Daniel met a guy on Grindr and two years later I was attending their wedding. Stranger things have happened.

“Hey, you okay?”

Dean stuck his head in my office. I flagged him in and told him to shut the door. I handed him the note.

“You gonna do it?”

“I think so”
“We okay? You still mad at me”

“Man, I’m sorry. I’ve been a bitch all week. I wasn’t mad at anyone but me. I gotta make some changes in my life. I was telling Les, I need to do some big time growing up and quit trowing my life away”

He took the seat in front of my desk and looked down.

“Is one of those changes me?”

“Dean, I love ya like a brother but we gotta quit fucking around at work. What if that had been a customer? I’d be screwed. Word would get out and we would lose business. My families reputation in the community would be ruined”

“I get it and I understand. It’s my rep too. I love this place and you and Les mean the world to me. Hell even your parents are like another mom and dad to me. I wouldn’t fuck this up for anything……I hate to sound like a pig but I just gotta ask”

“What?”

“This mean I can’t fuck you anymore?”

I busted out laughing and he got a big grin on his face.

“I know I said I love you like a brother but just so you know the incest ain’t over yet. Even if you were my real brother, I’d want you to fuck me. As much as I love you, my ass loves your big dick more”

“Good, had me worried for a minute. I love fucking your big ole butch muscle cunt. I kinda wish I was in love with your skanky ass. You got the best cunt in this part of the state. I should come over there and show ya what I mean”
“Bitch, keep your paws off me. I haven’t so much as touched myself since that leather man ripped me a new one. I’d cum if you laid a hand on me at this point”
We were laughing our asses off and Les walked in. Nether one of us could get control.

“Glad to see you’re off the rag. God you’ve been a bitch this week. You two fuck and make up?”

Dean was drinking a bottle of water and nearly spit it across the room. Now Les and I were screaming laughing and Dean was mopping up water all over the place.

“Oh get real, baby butch, I know you’ve been fucking my slutty cousin all over this place for years. I told Ryan last week I was surprised no one caught you before Edward did. Hell, I can list off half a dozen times I caught you myself. I thought for the longest y’all were a couple but weren’t telling anyone for what ever reason”

For the first time in years Dean was at a loss for words. He looks at me and I tell him…

“Dean, I wanted to let you know, Les knows about you and me messing around”

We are just hooting and he gets this scowl on his face…

“Bitches, both of you are just bitches”

Between the three of us things got totally out of hand. So many one liners and jabs. We were like a bunch of teenagers yelling and acting a fool. All of a sudden I’m looking up and in the door and Edward is standing looking at us like we’ve lost our minds. He looks like someone’s dad standing there and that just sets us off even more.

“I’ve no idea what’s going on in here and I’m not sure I want to”

The fact that he’s the youngest one in the room, a good five years younger than me and he’s the most adult one around starts a whole new bunch of cracks and laughing. He even gets a big smile on his perfectly groomed face and comes in and joins us. Finally, after a bunch more bull shitting, we get some control and I said…

“Y’all, I’m sorry I’ve been such an ass this week. I’ve got no excuse for acting like that and mostly for taking it out on you all”

Les huffed…

“I still think you were on the rag”

“Get Out!”

We all went back to work. The rest of the day was so much better and Friday ran smoothly. Heading home after the gym I started thinking about my mystery man. What was I getting myself into. This sure didn’t sound like a grow up, what’s wrong with me. I fixed some dinner and kicked back. Around nine I jumped in the shower and cleaned up, I even shaved. Just before ten, I turned back the bed and waited. I herd a car pull up so I put on the blindfold and lay back. I could hear him moving around and removing clothes. He got on the bed and touched me and I jumped. His fingers lightly danced across my body and then some kind of soft silky fabric was drug up and down. I was covered in goose bumps. He took my hand and the ran the silky fabric around threw my fingers and up my arms and around my neck. He sipped a loop around my wrist and pulled my hand up to my headboard and tied it down the he did the same thing on the other side looping them together. I think they were neck ties, I’d never been tied up before.

“Relax Boy. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you”

He took another tie and lightly tickled me down to my cock wrapped it around my balls and cock and tied them tight. I could feel my balls churning. I was holding on so hard trying not to shoot then his hand gently worked up my body again. His hands are strong but smooth and it felt wonderful. With the slightest of touch, he barley scraped a fingernail edge over my nipple and instantly my cock pulsed out a big pearl of precum. I love my nipples worked but blindfolded my senses are on high alert. He took my cock in hand and I shot like a rocket! I was mortified, he had barely touched me and I lost it.

“I’m sorry, I should have told you, I’m super sensitive. Please don’t leave! I’ll do better. I can keep going”

I’m in panic mode. I hate my fucking dick. I’ve been like this since I was a kid, a short fuse. I swear, I feel like a fucking loser. Sure don’t feel like a man sometimes. But he never said a word about it he just kept touching me and playing with my body. He rolled me over and started on my back with a huge concentration on my ass. It wasn’t long before he was eating me out again. He had me up on my knees again with my legs spread wide and he was going to town.

“Please, Sir. Please fuck me”

He just kept rimming me then he stopped I could feel his hard lean body against mine. His big cock between the globes of my ass. He whispered in my ear…

“What do you want boy, tell me”

“Please Sir. I want you inside me. Fuck me, please”

He wrapped his arms around me and started slowly entering me. It wasn’t anything like that last time. It was tinder so gentle and smooth. He’d taken out his PA so no extra pressure. He reached the full depth and held it in me. He flicked my nipple again and bit my ear and god help me I shot again. I shot hard too, so hard it took my breath away.

“Damn boy. I gotta teach you some control. God you’re tight”

“I’m so sorry Sir. I tried not to”

He just held me tight as he lay flat on the bed and pulled out.

“Oh god! Don’t pull out, put it back in!”

He stayed quiet and turned me over and got up off the bed. He came back and took and ankle and put something wooly around it, clicking it on and lifted my leg up and hoked it on the headboard beside my hands and repeated it on the other leg too. He moved around and started working my ass again. His fingers and tongue danced around the little hairs in my ass. He kinda mumbled more to himself…

“That’s gotta go”

I started to say something and he stopped me. He moved away and I could hear a bag open and something rattling a little. He got back over me and opened my mouth. Some was put in and a strap was bucked behind my head. Oh shit I had a ball gag on! Then something was fitted over my ears and I couldn’t hear a thing but night time sounds in the woods. I’m in total darkness tied to the bed and I can nether hear nor speak. He started back lightly touching me and eating my hole. In this state you really have no reality of time or much of anything but touch. I’d nearly come out of my skin when he touched me and freak when he’d stop. He fingered my ass for a while going from one to four at a time and alternating back and forth and then he was gone then something rubbed against my needy ass and pulled away. I could feel my ass trying to push out to him, it must have been opened because I felt him blow air into me, causing me to jump again. He rubbed it again and I pushed out and he was balls deep in me. In my head I could hear me scream out but my ears heard nothing. My cock just blew up again and a small load ran down my stomach to my sides. It was a hard plunge but nothing like the near rape the week before. I liked this much better than last time and I loved that. He sawed in and out of me forever it seemed. I’m my over sensitive state I didn’t know anything. I’d kinda flipped into la la land. It felt like I’d been tied up for hours or was it just a little while. I’d already cum three times, my dick was a useless appendage flopping around as he fucked me. Then he gave himself to me, planting his hot molten seed deep in my ass. I couldn’t believe he shot so much, just like that first time the week before. With his cock still pumping cum in my guts he opened the cuffs the held my legs up and the slid down to the bed. Then he pulled something and my hands dropped too. The gag and headphones came away and he kissed me. I held him tight and the reached to remove the blindfold.

“Not yet boy, soon. Just sleep and dream of me”

He moved away and pulled the covers up over me and tucked me in. He left and came back. He lifted my head and gave me a pill and some water, kissed me again and left. I heard the door shut and he was gone. I slipped off the blindfold and drank some more water and I was out. I don’t think I even moved until I awoke a little before ten the next morning. This man was rocking my world. The rest is of the weekend, all I could do was think of him.

Back at Edwards place…

I stated planing my next night with Ryan the day after had him before. He was the sexiest thing on two feet and was so comfortable in his skin. After catching Dean fucking him on a work bench then finding out they are just friends with benefits and finding him on a pick up sight showing pics of guys fucking his sweet ass, I knew he was no prude, nether am I. I did some wild shit in college and had a boy toy that loved the leather scene. He’s the one that talked me into getting the Prince Albert in the first place, I did some pretty fucking kinky shit with him. Probably a little more than I was interested in but it was fun to play and explore. Boys are great but Ryan was all man and he liked being my boy. He’s a little older than me so that adds to it. I like that he’s calling me Sir. I hate the daddy thing. I’m not anyone’s daddy, that’s just strange but I am going to have to train him in control. That boy needs to learn to wait for me, I mean it’s hot and all that I can get him off so easy but holding out would be better. I think he needs a cock cage and I’m going to get him groomed the way I like it. He’ll be happy to do what I tell him. He does everything I tell him at the nursery and is pleased to do it. I’ll send him to Teddy, he’ll clean him up for me. The following week I called Teddy and told him to send a gift certificate for a full grooming to Ryan. I gave him several dates and tIme slots to choose from and told him what I wanted. I’d met Teddy when I moved to town, he cut my hair, I used his men’s only day spa all the time and we had become pretty good friends. He understood I wanted my name left out of everything. That afternoon a delivery guy shows up at the nursery and hands me an envelope with Ryan’s name on it. Next time he walked in I handed it to him.

“Hey boss, this was delivered for you”

“What is it?”

“It’s from a men’s day spa. I know this place, I get my hair cut by the owner. He’s good, you’ll love him”

He opened it and the note I sent with it fell out. He didn’t see, he was reading the certificate.

“Damn, it for a day of grooming at this spa”

“Something fell out, that folded page at your feet”

He stooped and retrieved it and stood as he read my note.

“Boy,

You were fantastic as I knew you would be

If you really want to make me happy, make

an appointment and do as I ask. Have it done by

the weekend. Your training starts soon.

Sir”

He ran to his office and paged Dean who came a running. I was loving this, I saw on his calendar that automatically updated on mine that he took the time slot the next day. Things were falling into place. I’m a very manipulative son of a bitch when I want something and I want him.

In Ryan’s office…

Dean stood reading the note and looking over the certificate.

“What’s he want done? Oh and when did you turn into such a pussy? This telling you to do as he asks bull shit. What the fuck man? I don’t know if this guy is what you need to be messing with. You don’t even know his name, shit, you haven’t even seen his face. This is getting creepy”

“Look, it’s just sex, I’m having some fun. You jealous?”

“Maybe….you haven’t given up any pussy since he started pumping you. Are you done with me?”

“Oh for fuck sake. First time you fucked me I was 18, now I’m 30. What do you think? Don’t be an ass”

“Well, I haven’t had any of your ass in over a week so I was wondering….”

“For crying out loud. You’ve gone longer with out it, it’s just been a while”

“Whatever… What about this guy? How long you gonna let this go on?”

“Don’t ask me shit I don’t know!”

He settled down and I told him all about what Sir did to me. He was lapping it up too. He had a raging hard on and was working it in his shorts until I ran him off. He popped up at my house that night and fucked the shit out of me as I told him about it all over again…horny bastard. I really do love the little fucker…just not that way.

The next day I went in early, even before Edward got in. I had things I needed to do so I didn’t get behind when I went to the spa. Shocked the hell out of him to find me hard at work on some sketches.

“Morning boss, you’re here early. How am I gonna get anything done with you here?”

I looked up and he’s standing in the door with a big basket of muffins. The place smells of warm cinnamon.

“Do you ever sleep? I mean this are still warm, aren’t they? What did ya make this time?”

“Tried a new recipe, tell me what ya think. Pecan cinnamon and orange streusel muffins. Here”

He hands me one and walks out. The aroma fills the room and  I break into it. Damn this guy can bake. Who ever ends up with him is a lucky man. I wish he was in to me….

I run out for a client meeting and then do some ordering form a vender and before I knew it it was time for my haircut. I hop in my truck and head over. The place is really posh, I’d have never thought to come here. I was forever needing a haircut and when I thought about I’d stop by a Supper Cuts or something and just get what ever. Fortunately, I’ve been blessed with thick wavy hair and it usually looked okay. Les always had a perfect cut and alway looked amazing but it was just never my thing. I walked in and a handsome guy greeted me. I gave him my name and he took me to a lounge and got me a sparkling water. A few minutes later this tall willowy blonde walks in. He’s Teddy and he’s a real knock out. He has an iPad with him and is looking at the notes he was given.

“Looks like we have a little work to do, come with me”

He takes me first thing to the salon area and sits me in his chair, draping a cape over me. He’s behind me looking at me in the mirror and running his hands through my hair.

“Fantastic hair. Great bone structure. I was told you were very handsome but that’s an understatement I see”

I kinda laughed and flushed a little.

“Very nice, not full of yourself. Refreshing. Let’s see what I can do to improve this perfection “

Now I really blushed, I couldn’t look him in the eyes. He had his assistant take me to the shampoo chair and this guy gave me the best head message as he worked my head over then lead me back to Teddy. The man flew across my head in a flurry of scissors and clippers and I was left with just a hyper masculine ultra short cut. I’d never worn my this short. I liked it. Then the assistant came back and led me to another room and told to disrobe lay on the table. The room was warm and relaxing and I did as I was told. A big guy with a hard body and shaved head walked in. Dressed in white short shorts and a skin tight tight white T Shirt, he was pretty hot. Teddy came in and told him to take everything and see what size will fit him. He’s getting the Omega model in stainless. I looked at him strangely. I started to ask a question and I was told to relax and lay back. The client left exact instructions for what to do and I wasn’t to get and an opinion. I was given a little pill to relax me and another drink and they pulled a sheet over me and left the room. That’s the last I remember. When I awoke the big bald guy is giving me a full body massage. My body is tingling and warm but somehow cold too. His warm hands are working me over masterfully but what he’s using is both setting me on fire and as cold as ice. My ass and crotch are particularly sensitive and my dick feels odd.

“Welcome back Mr. Nance. You slipped out so easily. Most guys just get really relaxed and doze a little, you slept through everything”

He reached over and flipped a switch then continued the massage. His hands were magical. A tap on the door and Teddy was back. I’m on my stomach and I turn and look up as he comes in.

“Did you enjoy your nap? You look perfect , just beautiful. He’s going to be pleased”

“Who’s gonna be pleased?”

“I believe you call him Sir. Would you like to see our handy work? Tim, help him off the table”

He gets me on my feet and Teddy guided me over to a large mirror and I look at myself. “I really like my hair so short. It’s way different than….what the hell is that? My body hair! Holy shit!”

I couldn’t fathom what I was seeing at first. All my body hair was gone, EVERYTHING! Even my legs and under arms…totally smooth and a silver thing on my cock. It was this little Capsule looking thing with a slit in the end and my public hair was gone too. I reached for it and it was somehow attached and wouldn’t pull off.

“What is this? What have you done to me? Get it off me this minute!”

“Mr. Nance, Sir said you needed to look more like the boy he wants you to be. You look beautiful”

“But what is it and why?” I whimpered

“It’s a cock cage. It’s to control your ability to get hard and cum. It has a lock and he has the key. We’ve removed your hair for a couple of reasons, first to show off your beautiful body. Everything seems so exaggerated like this. It’s not like you had masses of hair this just looks cleaner. Second, he likes his man pussy smooth and slick”

My head snapped around at him. When he said that and my hand reached to feel my ass.

“Yes, we’ve completely waxed the inside your ass. It looks beautiful and feels incredible. Gotta tell you, Tim and I both loved your perfect muscle cunt. It was pretty hard not fucking you as you slept”

I’d already turned around and was inspecting my new hairless hole. I could feel my cock wanting to get hard but it couldn’t. I looked back at them. First thing I noticed was the front of Tim’s shorts. His cock was nearly busting out of the seems, I looked over at Teddy and it was clear his hard cock was crawling down the leg of his jeans.

I slowly straitened upright.

“He told me you’re somewhat of a slut. You’ll let complete strangers fuck you and breed your cunt but you have a hard time keeping your own load. Now if you’ll remember, he said you didn’t get an opinion but I’ll give you one. You see Mr. Nance, we intend to fuck you. You get to chose if you want it from behind or on your back so you can look into our eyes when we breed you. What’s it going to be?”

I got back on the table and pulled my legs back wide. Tim reached over and flipped that switch on the wall again and a few seconds later, the hot looking guy at the front desk that greeted me walked in. Teddy was already out of his jeans and was slipping out of his shirt. He dipped down and took one big sloppy lick at my hole, stood up and started working his thick cock up in me. I took him way easier than I thought and looked surprised.

“Tim’s a master masseuse, he really worked over your hot muscle cunt as you slept”

My cock is restrained inside my new cage and some kind of teeth like spikes are digging into me, keeping enough discomfort that I can’t begin to wanna get hard. Tim is stroking my hair and my chest, he tells me…

“Just concentrate on that cunt boy. The more you keep your mind inside that sweet muscle cunt instead of that useless pecker the more you will love it and the more pleasure you’ll give your man and us too. You’re just a cunt boy, you’ve always been a cunt, you were just out of control”

My eyes are flashing back and forth between him and Teddy. He’s up on the table with me, my legs over his shoulders just hammering away. He groaned out loud and planted his seed in me and I hadn’t cum. The last guy that came in quickly took his place and just rammed in dry, taking my breath away. I never even saw his cock but it was substantial. He was more of the fast jack rabbit kinda fuck and he was soon blowing in me too. Tim’s complimenting me on how well I adapt. He’s speaking to me like I’m a child or a dog needing to be trained. My whole body is on fire and tingling as I lay back on the table waiting for him. I’m resting my legs for a bit.

“Boy, keep that cunt held tight, don’t lose a drop of the seed we are giving you. Good boy, hold on a second”

He’s been over my shoulder this whole time and I haven’t seen anything but his muscular upper body which is like the other two, totally devoid of hair. I couldn’t wait to tell Dean about this. He reaches for a jar on a table and opens it up. I smell something different, he walks around in front of me and both Teddy and the other guy grab an ankle and pull me wide open. I looked down at his cock as he got on top of me. It was as big around as a Coke can and about as blunt too. He took a big glob of that creamy stuff from the jar and stuck it up my ass. In seconds, I was on fire! He looked down at me with a big grin on his face and rammed his big cock in me. I screamed and tried to get away.

“You can do this, boy. Relax, you’re okay”

The pain pasted but my ass, I mean cunt was on fire. What a power fuck, he was pounding up my chute like a freight train before he came in me. He looked down at me and said.

“Hold it in boy. Hold tight”

He got off me and they still held my legs back. He opened a door under the table and pulled out a new butt plug and pushed it in me. They let my legs down and they got dressed as I lay there. The desk guy slipped out leaving me with Teddy and Tim. They cleaned me up and helped me dress. Teddy said….

“Mr. Nance, it was a real pleasure taking care of you today. We’ve tentatively got you on the books in two weeks for a touch up but as you’re not particularly hairy it might be okay to wait until your haircut in a month. We can play it by ear. I’ve put together a little bag of items so you don’t get razor rash and some moisturizing cream I suggest you use to keep it soft. Do you have any questions?”

“Just one. Do you do this to all your clients?”

“Oh no. This was something special for a VIP client. I hope you’re happy with our services”

“Best damn haircut I ever had!”

I reached for my wallet to give them a tip and Teddy stopped me.

“Not necessary, thank you Mr. Nance, we’ve been well taken care of”

“Yeah, me too. You can drop the Mr. Nance stuff. I guess when you’ve just waxed my ass I mean cunt and fucked the hell out of me, you can call me Ryan. Tim, feel free to call me Boy”

I laughed and hugged them both. They walked me up front and I was introduced to Beau. I thanked and hugged him too. I got out to my truck and called Dean. I told him we needed to talk and we were going for a drink as soon as we got off. He agreed and I headed back to the nursery. Soon as I walked in, everyone was going on about my new look. Even Les came out to see what the hub bub was about.

“Wow! You look fantastic, Edward, did you see Ryan’s new look?”

He was rounding the corner just as she said that and he came up short.

“Wow, so handsome. Looking good boss”

I grinned, thanked him and headed to meet with another vendor. As I was walking back to the conference room my phone binged. I pulled it up. A blind text with no number. I normally don’t look at those but I did this time.

“I hear you were a good boy. Send selfie. I need to see”

“Yes Sir”

And sent it

“Very good

See you at 10

Leave in plug

Be ready”

“Yes Sir”

I’m standing in the hall in a fog. That fucking cage is biting into my dick and someone clears their throat. I snap out of it and I see Edwards head sticking out of the conference room door.

“You coming boss?”

He smiles sweetly and ducks back in. I like how he’s calls me boss lately. 

Except for driving, I didn’t sit down the rest of the day. I was as twitchy as cat on a hot tin roof. That thing on my cock and the other one up my ass. I was a mass of energy. Every time I looked up Edward had a big smile on his face. When I asked him about it he just said he was in a really good mood. The man is a total mystery to me. I cannot figure him out. After I got done for the day, I was headed to Ricks to meet Dean. I couldn’t wait to tell him everything. His ass was barely in a seat when I started telling him everything. He was bug eyed as I talked.

“You’re telling me you got three loads of cum up that ass even as we speak and a fucking butt plug is holding all in?!?!”

I nodded my head like a little kid. He got up and grabbed my hand, practically dragging me to the men’s room. He opens the big handicap stall and pushes me in.

“Strip bitch. I wanna see everything”

I was more than happy to show him. I stripped off my shirt and punched my jeans down to my boots an held up my arms and turned around.

“Fuckin hell you look hot! Let me fuck you real fast. I love your smooth hard ass. Fuck you’re as smooth as glass. Why didn’t we ever think of this. God Damn you’re hot”

He pulled the plug out and slipped right in. God how I loved his fat cock. He’s banging the hell out of me but it didn’t take long before he latched on to my hips and bread my cunt. He pulled out and pushed my plug back in and we went back for another drink. We talked at length about Sir. It still bothered him we didn’t know who this guy was. Him way more than me. He was also wild about my cage. He said he liked me locked up. I was sorta getting used to the idea. I needed to talk to Sir about it first. I mentioned that I was seeing Sir that night. Well, he would be seeing me, I’d be blindfolded. I didn’t care I was fucking hooked on the fantasy and wanted to please him. As we were talking, I had to stand. I still wasn’t adjusting to that thing up me, it was bigger than the one Dean had been using on me, anyway as we were talking, this cute little twink walked up and batted his baby blues at me and put his hand on mine…

“Hey daddy. You’re a big one. I’d love to climb your tree”

Dean and I start laughing our ass off. I slipped an arm around him and pulled him in close. Pecked him on the cheek and told him…

“You’re very cute and it’s sweet of you but you’re barking up the wrong tree. You see baby boy, I’m probably a bigger bottom than you are. I gotta butt plug up my ass holding in loads of the four guys that fucked me today. You might might have a chance if you wanna add the fifth one. Whadya think baby? Wanna fuck me”

I thought his jaw was gonna fall off. He looked at Deans laughing face…

“He’s pulling my leg”

“Nope, I gave him load four. He’s serious if you want to fuck him”

The guy went beet red and stammered something and left. We saw him across the bar tell his little friend what we said. We held up our drinks in a toast to them and waved.  They looked mortified. What did we care. I get tired of these boys assuming I’m gonna do um. I had to run. Had a few things to do so we hugged and I headed out. But Dean had other ideas…

Dean on steak out

This whole thing is fishy to me. I’ve been working my brain on overtime trying to figure out who it is. Ryan’s no help at all. Who the hell could it be. A customer, vendor, suppler, who? From the little bit of a description he gave me, I can’t find anyone that fits that type. So when he’s telling me about the guy coming over that night, I knew what to do. The place two doors down is vacant and no ones ever around. I could park down there on the side of the house out of site and go camp out in the bushes and see who turns up. First of all I’m curious as hell to know who it is. Secondly I need to make sure it’s not someone we need to be wary of. I’ve never forgive myself if something happened to him. I love him like family, hell I like him better than my own brother. I just got to be sure he’s okay. About 9:30 I parked my truck out of site and waited. When the time got closer I creeped over into the bushes in plain site of the door. A dark colored Mercedes SUV pulled up and I held still. You can only imagine my shock and surprise when Edward got out of the car, walked up to the house and let himself in. Quiet reserved Edward, the one that baked cookies and scones for everyone! He’s the power top that’s fucking the shit out of my best friend? Talk about a shocker, we just knew he had to be a bottom. I gotta figure this one out but I’m gonna confront him. This could be a blast. I just walked back to the truck and went home. I’m gonna be in the office when he walks in tomorrow.

That morning my ass was up and at um and I was sitting in the office when Edward walked in.

“Good morning Sir”

“Hey! You scared the hell out of me. What brings you in so early?”

“Well, SIR, I’m here to chat with you”

“What’s with all the Sir stuff. You never call me that”

“I thought that’s what you like to be called or is that only by Ryan?”

He turned and looked at me so calmly.

“So you found me out. I’m guessing you’ve told him then”

“Oh hell know. That’s your job, not mine. I wanna see how this plays out”

“So what was the point?“

“Dude, he’s my best friend. I love that man, he’s family to me. I needed to know he wasn’t in danger. He’s easily swayed by a big cock. By the way, that’s some prime meat ya got swingin. Impressive, you should do porn”

Thanks, I have”

I laughed at that.

“You should know he’s got a little crush on you but he thinks you’re a bottom. He’d never make a move on you no matter how much he’s drawn to you. Made that mistake before. Didn’t end well, he was pretty hurt. He’s a little guarded in matters of the heart. He may be a big ole slut but he’d rather be one mans slut. If you’re just playing with him, make sure he knows that. I kinda think you want him for more than a play thing. I know he’s loving all this and you’re driving him crazy just don’t go to far”

“After last night, I was thinking of telling him this weekend. It just got kinda wild because he didn’t know it was me on Grindr. He wanted the leather man fantasy because of a pic he saw”

“He showed me. Like I said., impressive”

“I don’t know what to tell you. He knocked my socks off the first time I saw him. Funny he thought I was a bottom, I thought he was a top”

“Yeah, I get it all the time too. Just cuz I’m short”

“Did you ever?”

When I was younger. All I ever did until I fucked a guy the first time. Liked it so much better. Never did it again. You?”

“Once. Hated it, never again. I guess we got a lot in common”

“Sounds like. That and fucking Ryan”

“We’re you guys ever a couple?”

“No, never. Started off roommates and about a month or so later I was fucking him all the time and we just because good friends. Best ass around”

“Wait until you see what I did to him”

“Saw it after work yesterday. He couldn’t wait to show me. He’s like a kid with a new toy. You fucked him with my cum in a that sweet smooth muscle cunt. You gonna ever let me have him after you make him your man?

“Probably, be intersting to share him with you soon”

“I’ve pimped his ass out before and joined in. Don’t see why not. Got something in mind?”

“We could fuck him together before I tell him it’s me. Like Friday night and I tell him on Saturday. Could be fun”

“You know, when you started I couldn’t get you figured out. We may be more alike than not. This looks like the beginning of a great friendship”

“Let’s do lunch today. Everyone will be showing up soon and I’m not ready to let our boy in on anything just yet”

When we sat down for lunch, plans began to take shape for the weekend.

The night before at Ryan’s…

I was so excited when I got that text from Sir. I couldn’t wait for him to see what he had done to me. I’d pretty much been on edge all day. It’s like my senses have been heightened. I guess because I couldn’t get hard with my junk all locked down, everything made me bristle with excitement. My nipples had been on high alert and like pointed  bullets under my shirt. And that’s another thing, my shirt was rubbing them raw. One of the guys brushed past me scraping my right nipple, I nearly jumped out of my skin. Also, what ever it was that Tim fucked me with was still tingling inside me and that was making me crazy. I couldn’t wait until 10:00 so Sir could fuck me.

I’d never been a real hairy guy, had a decent dusting across my chest and a nice happy trail with peach fuzz on my ass, legs and arms, but I was as slick and smooth as a new born baby. My clothes felt so different on my skin, even air conditioning felt more intense. The way my ass cheeks slipped around as I walked, it was so damn bazaar feeling. Dean just loved the look, he thought I looked hot as hell. The only thing I was unsure about was the cock cage. When I got back to the office I looked them up online. I’m gonna have to sit to fucking piss! He’d kind of emasculated me a little bit but no one could tell. I must have been on auto pilot because I don’t remember doing a damn thing all afternoon but I know I did. That night when I got home, I jumped in the shower and cleaned up. He didn’t want me to remove the butt plug and I was just dying to. He wanted me standing naked and blindfolded at the foot of my bed. I could hear him walking back to my room and I was shivering with excitement. He was in the room, I could hear him breathing as he looked at me. My hands were clasped in front of my locked up cock. He moved my hands away. All of a sudden I broke out in a sweat. I was suddenly ashamed for him to look at me. I felt like a loser because he had to lock me down, I couldn’t control myself so he had to do it for me. My hands kept creeping towards my cock and he’d stop me. How did I go from totally turned on to completely humiliated? I’m kinda shaking and feeling foolish. He hardly ever talks when we’re together but he saw my distress…

“Tell me Boy. What’s wrong?”

After the rollercoaster of emotions and senses I’d been through all day, I started to break. I even started to hyperventilate. He sat me down on the bed and pushed my head between my legs and told me to breathe slowly and relax. I calmed down and then I felt even more embarrassed. I unloaded and told him what was spinning me out of my mind.

“Ryan. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. You’re a smart, handsome, strong and capable man, nothing about that has changed. We’ve been having a fantastic time here and it doesn’t have to stop unless you want it to. I’m just helping you get control and adjust your mind and body so it’s better for you and me. You’re far from a loser, if you were, I wouldn’t be here”

He lay me down on the bed and took me in his arms and I melted into him. I love the feel of his ripped hard lean body against mine. At some point he reached down and pulled the plug from my hole. I felt wetness seeping from my opening. Before I could close up, he slipped his huge cock inside me. He was so gentle and kind, so tender and soothing. This wasn’t going to be like usual. For the first time, he made love to me. His sweet passionate love making was so comforting and sensual. He kept me in the little spoon position for a long time. Well after he’d cum in me, he just kept me that way and I slipped into a deep sleep. When I finally opened my eyes, the blindfold was laying on the bedside table and he was gone. It was early in the morning and the sun wasn’t even peaking out yet. I rehashed the night over and over in my head. It was to most Sir had ever talked to me and there was a familiarity to his voice, he even called me by my name. I couldn’t put a finger on it but I knew this man, but how? Now I’m wondering where this is going. This man has a hold on me and I’m thinking it’s way more than sexual too. He cares about me. He proved that last night when I broke down.

I think the time has come.

Decision time

I made a batch of the muffins Ryan likes and I’d even found some great mandarin orange tea for him. I mixed it up a lot in what I made for everyone but I knew what he liked best so he got special things a lot. I liked making him happy, in bed or just in general. That night together was wonderful. I almost revealed myself to him, I want to so bad. Dean’s right, I can’t keep him in the dark any longer. I may have already gone too far, seeing him so upset nearly broke me too. Just one more fling of my mystery man persona and I tell him everything. Oh wow, I’m coming out of the closet in a way. I hope this doesn’t backfire. If this doesn’t go well, I could lose everything.

At the appointed time, Dean and I pull up to Ryan’s and like a good boy, he was waiting for me in the bedroom. I had Dean out in the living room as I got him ready. This time I just had him in the ear phones and mask. As soon as I was sure he couldn’t see or hear I had Dean come in. Dean flipped on the lights and set up a camera on a tripod. He had one of those Go Pro cams in his and and it could attach to anything. He even turned on the bedside lamps so the lighting was better. Ryan is standing like a beautiful statue wondering what the hell is happening. Nether of us is touching him. When it was all set up, I pushed him down in the floor on his knees before me and had him sucking my cock. This time I let him use his hands on me. He’s running his strong calloused hands all over me. He was like a starving child and my cock offered the sector of the gods. His hands reach back and grabbed my hard firm ass and is slamming me into his face. Literally slam fucking his own throat with my cock. Slobber and throat slime is going all over the place.

“He’s always been a fantastic cock sucker and Ive seen him take some big cock but son of a bitch he crazy for yours”

“Yeah, I think he may be the best I’ve ever had”

“Damn, look at him go”

“It’s the combination of taking away his other since’s and the cage. He’s working harder to please me”

Ryan’s going ape shit on me but I want other things before he gets my load. Dean is walking around us getting closeups and focusing in on his wild face. When I push him off my cock, he kinda panics. I get him up and on the bed and he instantly throws his legs up he yells at me…

“FUCK ME SIR”

We couldn’t help it, we busted out laughing. I slid a couple of fingers up him and looked over at Dean.

“He’s got no idea how loud he is because of those noise canceling earphones”

“Just fuck him and put him out of his misery. Always was cock hungry”

“Did you get that hot lube from the spa? Teddy said it really lit up his world”

He handed it to me and I slid my fingers out. Dean said…

“Look at his cage, he’s leaking precum. Fuck, he wired up”

I coated my cock and the sensations took a hold of me. I liked using this stuff sometimes. I lined my cock up to his hot looking muscle cunt and jammed in to the hilt. Now he was really yelling loud.

“OH GOD! FUCK ME SIR, FUCK ME HARD!”

I give him about a five count to get used to it and then I started fucking him hard. Best fucking ass I’d ever fucked. His body was amazing, he was covered in sweat and he shined in the bright light. Thick slime leaked from his cage and he was working his own nipples like he was possessed. I reached down and knocked his hands away as I hammered his cunt. I kept at it for a long time and then just jerked out of him, leaving that cunt wide open. He’s still gripping his own legs back. For such a big man he’s really limber. He’s got no problem throwing those legs over his head. The perfect bottom boy. I stand looking down at him a second then I let him know to stand up. This is the part where I bring Dean in. I pulled him to his feet and sat back on the bed. I turned him to face away from me and pulled him back to ride my cock. I lay back and lay him down on me. He working that cunt like a high end whore. I got his legs pulled up and Dean walked between our wide spread legs and started pushing his cock in on top of mine. Ryan jumped like we’d hooked jumper cables up to his balls.

“Oh shit!”

He yells out in surprise, discovering for the first time they were not alone. According to Dean, this wasn’t the first time Ryan had been double fucked. That cherry was popped back when they were in school together. When he and Dean had lunch the other day, he filled him in on what an insatiable bottom Ryan was. He loved cock up his ass and the more he got the more he wanted. He’d even considered going into porn, he thought it was the perfect job for him. Getting paid to let guys fuck him and to be seen doing it would be a fantasy job in his twisted mind back then. Dean used to get up gangbangs for him. Wasn’t hard, guys all over campus loved the idea of banging this big hot uber masculine guy. He didn’t even appear to be gay and he was a total power bottom. If he hadn’t had this fantastic family and a good career that he already loved waiting for him, he’d a done it. He wasn’t as wild now as he was in school, he’d really toned down the wild Sex-Capades of his crazy youth but he was still the power bottom and that turned me on like nothing else. So planning this little three way was easy. Man I love fucking this man. Dean was right, he had the best ass and look at him, the man was a god. When Dean rammed his cock in with mine, Ryan’s reaction was fantastic. He latched on to his arms and pulled him in. Dean was slamming his cock into him so hard and the feeling was amazing. The flared head of his cock seemed to get really hard and was rubbing across mine getting me close. I didn’t know how long I could last like that, I was on the verge of blowing my load. I could see from the look on his face he was nearly there too. I told him…

“Fuck that cunt man, breed him. I wanna feel you shoot in him”

He couldn’t say anything intelligible but I new he was close and Ryan could feel it, I was sure of it. He started begging for it…

“Breed my cunt! Oh please, give it to me, knock me up!”

That’s it, I could feel it shoot inside, covering my cock in his load. He just dropped on to Ryan’s heaving body, crushing me below. It felt incredible but it was getting hard to breath comfortably.

“Dean, that was hot but you’re killing me here”

“Oh shit, sorry”

He pulls up and out of Ryan and I’m relieved. I push Ryan off me too and roll him over. I pull him up on his knees and start hammering away at his ass. Deans filming us again and he gets in front of Ryan and sticks his cum covered cock in his mouth to be cleaned up. He’s in piggy bottom heaven. It wasn’t long and I was breeding him too. I told Dean to take shots of his cunt when I pulled out. He scrambled into position and I pulled out real fast, leaving him gaping wide open and leaking cum. His slick smooth cunt looked amazing like this. I slapped him hard on the ass and lifted the side of the earphones…

“Take a break or a little nap. Be back soon. Don’t leave this room, don’t take anything of, hear be boy?”

He was laid out flat on the bed then he just curled up in a fetal position, cum leaking from his cunt. God he looked hot. We left the room, shutting the door and let him rest. Hell we needed a fucking break after that. We sat in the kitchen cooling off and drinking. We talked about everything and how I was going to tell him. After a bit we had our second wind and went back and took turns fucking the hell out of him. Some time in the night I realize he’s completely worn out. Dean went home and I turned out all the lights and even closed the blinds so the room was supper dark. I got in bed and pulled the covers over us and stroked his tired body until he was asleep. I removed his mask and headset and he never budged. I lay beside him and hoped for the best. He would know everything in the morning. I didn’t really sleep much, I drifted a bit and if he’s tired I was wide awake. Please God, let this go okay. Finally I dove off close to six that morning. I must have crashed hard. I never herd him get up or open the blinds or even him going to pee and shower. I slept until nearly half past nine when my bladder kicked in and I had to pee like crazy. My eyes popped open, I was a bit disoriented waking someplace not my own. He’s sitting up in bed against the headboard propped on pillows looking like the god he is.

I woke in total darkness, my bedroom was never blacked out unless I needed to nap in the day so it kinda threw me a second. I could hear him breathing beside me. He didn’t leave this time. I was a little hesitant to turn on my bedside lamp to see him the first time. I sucked it up and flipped on the light. Holy shit, it’s Edward! My sweet and quiet office manager that make muffins and scones! He’s Sir? I’m shocked and pleased. I’d been attracted to him since he interviewed with me months ago. Instantly my o fucking cock wants to get hard again, damn this fucking cage! I’d gotten adjusted to it but I really needed that thing off. If for no other reason, I missed peeing standing up. Speaking off… I slipped quietly out of bed and went to pee and shower, I was covered in dried cum and I was kinda ripe. I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair and propped myself up in the bed and waited. When he finally stirred, he looked around kinda lost and his eyes found me. My calm demeanor said nothing of how I was feeling.

“Good morning Sir. Did you sleep well?”

“Morning Ryan, how are you doing?”

“What, no more Boy”

I said dryly.

“Hold on, I gotta take care of business first”

He slipped out from under the covers, grabbed his glasses and walked across the room to to the bathroom. It wasn’t a fantasy, his body is amazing. Not a trace of fat not a blemish. it wasn’t a dream, what a beautiful body. I can hear him pissing and the sink turn on. He’s washing his face I think. He reappears in the door and walks back over to me. Fucking hell, the front is even better than the back! Jesus he’s beautiful! I keep a calm face as he sits on the edge of the bed looking at me, waiting…

“Will you get this fucking thing off me now?”

I spread my legs, indicating the cock cage. He gets up and runs to his jeans and digs in the pocket. Not finding it he try’s the other one. He pulls it out and runs back to me. He’s kneeling between my legs and unlocks it. He gently removes it and it looks like some kind of deformed blob. He leans back and looks at me.

“You’re pissed at me. I understand, I’ll get out”

“Stop!”

I reach his wrist and he looked at me confused.

“You’re not going anywhere! I haven’t cum in days damn it. I’ll be pissed as hell if you don’t get me off after all this. You’ve got some serious fucking to do”

I grinned at him and pulled him in for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. I wasn’t letting hm ever get away.

“I never in a million years dreamed it could be you and I couldn’t be happier”

“I understand you thought I was a big ole bottom”

“My bestie has a big mouth. Oh and I know know he was the third last night”

“How did you figure that out?”

“He’s been fucking me since I was 18, I know that cock, that body and his smell. With him joining us last night, I was even more confused as to who you were. You know Les said you were into me months ago. The muffins gave you away”

“Speaking of muffins, I’m starving. I’d kill for some eggs and bacon. What do ya say, eat first fuck later?”

I sent him to the shower, stripped the bed and started the wash. Then I called that little shit best friend.

“Listen you little fucker. You’re buying breakfast at Market Diner. Get your ass moving, Edward’s in the shower now. Hop to it”

And hung up. I got dressed and he was soon ready. We walked out to his SUV and I gave directions. Dean was already seated when we arrived and he had a shit eating grin on his face.

“You little bastard. How long have you known? Talk bitch”

Between the two of them, I got the whole story over breakfast we were laughing and talking and having a grand old time.

As time went on, Edward and I became a couple. With in a year we were living together in my place. We became good friends with Teddy and his boyfriend Mike, also,  Beau and Dean met and started dating. Beau wasn’t a total bottom but he damn sure wasn’t fucking Dean and Tim was always dating someone new. He still calls me boy and fucks the shit out of me every time I come in. Im still keeping it smooth for my man. A year later I asked Edward to marry me and make an honest woman out of me. He laughed and said it would never happen but he’d still marry me. We had a joint bachelor party, Dean and Teddy through it for us. What it really was, was a fucking orgy with go go boys and dick dancers out at Teddy’s lake house so no witnesses to see or hear. Life with Edward is fantastic. We have some wild times together, he sometimes likes to take me to leather bars in a harness, dog collar and leash and pimp me out. Mostly we’re home bodies, we work a lot and have built the business even bigger. We’re very involved in the community and do a lotta charity work. Mostly just a modern day successful gay couple with very few hang ups. He still turns me on and he’s still spoiling me with baked goods. Needless to say I keep that gym membership renewed, don’t wanna get fat on him…

In case you’re wondering, Dean is still fucking me all the time, hell all our friends do. A dinner party at our house usually ends up naked in the middle of the floor, swooping partners and having a blast. We figure as long as people find us desirable, we will keep it up. I retain the title of biggest bottom/cumdump. I ware it well

Life is good

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After five difficult months in an apartment that I had moved to, I was fed up. There always seemed to be one or other problem and getting it fixed was always an ordeal. Subsequently, I gave my required one months’ notice and decided to move on. Two weeks later when I started panicking, I saw a ‘To Let’ sign on an apartment complex that I had always admired when driving by. I phoned the number and spoke to Costa.

That evening, I drove over to view the apartment. It was a two-story block with ten apartments, five upstairs, and five downstairs. I had always resisted inquiring about the place because I suspected that it was beyond my price range.

Costa and his son Dimitri owned and managed this block. They lived in the corner unit of the building on the ground floor and the apartment that I was viewing was next to theirs. Costa attended to me upon my arrival, as Dimitri was sorting out a plumbing problem at one of their other buildings. Costa was a large jovial man in his mid-fifties. He stood around my height, five feet ten inches tall, but that is where our similarities ended.

Costa weighed at least two hundred and fifty pounds, as opposed to my skinny one hundred and fifty pounds. He was almost completely bald and had a beard in serious need of a trim. Although bulky, he was not flabby. He also appeared to have meaty moobs which I would have loved to see uncovered. He was attractive and rather hairy if his arms were anything to go by. Above all, he sweated profusely, which turned me on incredibly.

I have to digress at this point in my story and admit to having a sweat fetish. At sixteen I attended a school with a guy who suffered from hyperhidrosis. Grant, the boy in question, literally had to bathe three times a day and changed his underwear and shirts after each shower. He had a huge complex about his condition and to make matters worse, he was allergic to most deodorants. Our friendship eventually developed into a sexual relationship.

Off-putting as I found his condition initially, I later developed an obsession with it. When we arrived at his home for our trysts after school, I would beg him not to shower before we had sex. A year later, he and his family moved on and we lost contact. Thereafter, however, I always became aroused whenever I found myself in the company of somebody ‘suffering’ from this condition.

When Costa showed me around the apartment, I observed that was beautifully maintained. Regrettably, as expected, it was twenty-five percent more expensive than I was hoping to pay. Seeing the glum look on my face Costa dropped his price by fifteen percent.

Jokingly he then said, “We can later find a solution for you to make up the difference, in one way or the other.”

I wasn’t sure about his insinuation but could have sworn that he had a horny look in his eyes as he said so. He also made me promise, not to mention what I would be paying to any of the other tenants.

Following him back to his apartment to do the paperwork, I ogled the two large damp patches under his arms, in addition to his odour that was now driving me crazy. Every recollection of my relationship with Grant one now came flooding back to me, as a torrent of testosterone began to swathed every inch of my body.    

Inside his apartment, there was a stunning masculine hum that permeated the entire place. Again, I began to reminisce about Grant’s sweaty body fucking me. My hands even began to itch in anticipation of the clammy contouring that my fingers would implement on his hairy frame.

When Costa apologized for his sweaty disposition I told him it didn’t bother me at all, before provocatively adding that I liked sweat. His face now lit up and once again as a lascivious look radiated from his eyes.

After signing, he gave me the keys to the apartment. Although I was only taking occupation two weeks later, he said he did not mind if I started moving my furniture in sooner.

Leaving elated, I had a good feeling about my new abode. If I could occasionally get a whiff Costa’s aroma, that would be a treat in itself. The look in his eyes during our interaction also played on my mind. Maybe my new landlord would finally quench my thirst, after years of waiting for a new Grant in my life.

On the weekend, I began to move my meagre possessions to my new home. Fortunately, a work colleague with a pickup and trailer offered to give me a hand. I was determined to complete the transition by Sunday, and by noon that day, I was fully ensconced in my new surroundings.

At around three p.m., I heard someone uttering my name from the front door. The man standing there left me in no doubt that I was finally meeting Dimitri. Dimitri had a slightly receding hairline, but his short black hair was thick and glistened healthily. He had medium-length sideburns and a neatly cropped moustache. He was fairly stocky and of a similar height to his dad, but weighed at least fifty pounds less. Looking at him, one could see what Costa must have looked like when he was twenty-five-years-old. Dimitri had popped by my place to introduce himself, before heading off to visit a friend. Having just showered and sporting a light-weight jacket, I could not see if Dimitri had inherited his dad’s sweaty condition.

Glancing at a gay newspaper that I had left on a table, Dimitri asked outright if I was gay. After nodding yes, he warned me about his dad. Smiling naughtily, he told me that Costa liked boys and was extremely horny, advising me to keep his dad at arm’s length, because Costa would be all over me like a rash if he knew I was gay. Laughing, I said that I would heed his advice. Little did Dimitri realize that his words were like music to my ears. Cheekily, I asked if he also liked boys. Grinning, he said that he preferred ladies, but then mischievously added that alcohol could sometimes bend the rules.

At around eight p.m., on Tuesday evening, I heard a knock at my door. Costa called to see how I was settling in.  As I moved through to the kitchen to make coffee for us, Costa followed. After switching the kettle on, I turned around and found him standing close to me. He then placed his beefy arms on my shoulders.

Next, Costa began licking my nose before his mouth found my lips. As his thick tongue entered, I slid my hands down into his damp armpits. With my hands swimming in the swamps under his arms, he lustily started traversing my entire face with his tongue.

Suddenly, there was a knock at my door. After drying my face with a dishtowel, I opened to find Dimitri, who had come to fetch his dad for a meeting with a tenant. Closing the door after they left, I felt like screaming with disappointment. Costa did not return later and I did not see him again until Friday evening.

When he arrived on Friday at eight p.m., he told me that he had instructed Dimitri not to disturb us under any circumstances, and before I could even offer him coffee, I was directed toward my bedroom.

En-route he told me, “Papa is going to give his new baby a good fucking tonight.”

After stripping, I finally got a good look at papa. His moobs were epic and through the mass of hair on his chest, I could see his huge dark nipples. I had never seen so much pubic hair on a man in my life. His fat uncut cock was drowning in a forest of fuzz.

“So, do you like papa’s body?” he asked.

“Fuck, yeah,” I replied, trembling with anticipation

After lunging forward, I started sucking one of his nipples as he stroked my head. My hands then slid under his armpits into the marvellous humidity.

Having sucked on both nipples, I nudged his upper left arm with my head. Costa lifted his arm before my head nestled into his damp armpit. The smell and wetness almost drove me out of my mind. I licked like a dog enjoying a plate of gravy, as my halcyon days with Grant again flooded back to me. As Costa groaned his hand cupped my head, encouraging my fervour. The other armpit followed and I was drowning with lust as I continued to lap on my second moist treasure.

Next, firmly smearing my head into this cave of wonder, he said, “Clean papa properly, you horny little bitch.”

I mumbled a muffled, “Yes, papa.”

After glutting on his armpits, my shoulders were pushed down before my head was pulled into his soggy pubic quagmire. Lustily, I plundered the dankness of this new treasure-trove. Licking his sweaty balls and cock excitedly before his fat knob located my mouth. As he clamped my head in his meaty hands, I got an animated and odourous face-fucking.

Minutes later, he blasted a deluge of cum into my anxious drooling mouth. Costa then lay on the bed and ordered me to clean him. Having performed my duty on his crotch, I begged him to pull his legs up so that I could worship at his final trophy wetness. I then slurped in Costa’s crevice before locating his pucker in a jungle of fur. As I licked and prodded with my tongue he growled with pleasure. He writhed in ecstasy as I nibbled on his knot as he uttered a barrage of, “Fuck yeses’.”

Overcome with lust, he got up and grabbed my body and threw me face down on the bed. In a flash he was on top of me, enveloping us in his clammy essence. Forcing my legs apart with his knees, he impaled his beefy dick straight into my backside, before flopping onto my body and thrusting with intensity. I could hardly breathe as his body gyrated on my small frame. With rivulets of his sweat pouring over me, I pleaded with him to fuck the living shit out of me. He took this instruction to heart and pounded me with determination. After a second volcanic load erupted into me, he rolled off my body and commanded another cleaning. This, happily, took a long time as I attended to my duties with enthusiasm.

As Dimitri had forewarned, there was no end to his horny father. After drinks in the kitchen, I was soon on my back again, getting another butt-fucking from papa. More sweat and masculine redolence encompassed our bodies as he did so. I was in seventh heaven as he swathed me in his intoxicating vapours and moisture. Papa pulverized me with gusto, making me cry like a sex-starved bitch in heat. Sadly, our session finally ended.

After he left I was exhausted but would count the seconds to our next encounter.

Costa became the ‘rash’ his son had spoken of, and I became an acolyte in Costa’s temple of perspiration.

Three weeks later, Dimitri visited me on a Thursday evening, the night Costa always got together with his gambling buddies. Dimitri wasn’t intoxicated but we did have sex. As I ushered him through his father’s routine he took to it like a duck to water. I also discovered that he shared his father’s sweaty condition. From nothing, I was now getting a double helping of my favourite obsession.

Dimitri was not as good as his dad, initially, but over the following year, he grew in leaps and bounds. The added pounds that he put on during this period also helped a great deal. To add to my joy, I frequently became the focus of a father and son threesome. They never engaged one another sexually during these sessions, but being spit-roasted by them was fantastic.

Swamped in a damp mass of writhing hairy bodies was incredible. The aroma and humidity as my body was commandeered was mindboggling. They constantly swapped positions as they harassed, humped, and hummed about me. The abundance of perspiration, verbal abuse, and body cleansing, was a complete mental mind-fuck for me.

I was crazy about my apartment!

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This story is a work of fiction.  It is a gay bondage fantasy, no part of which is based on real life.   Any resemblance therefore to anyone living or dead is purely accidental.  This story depicts male on male sexual practices, if you are offended by this then stop reading now.

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Still in lockdown, what is a boy to do but turn his fantasy to flight and see what happens.  This particular story is formed in part from my particular fetish, although my fetish doesn’t go to the degree that I have in the story.  I hope you like it and it helps to while away the hours.

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Tristan had seen the vending machines around the City.  I mean, who hadn’t they stood out like sore thumbs.  The vending machines sold used underwear, more specifically used male underwear catering to the Gay and fetish community.  Tristan and his mates, like all kids, knew all about the vending machines, mainly as they were located near the underground station entrances.  All the kids knew that the company bought used underwear, and apparently paid quite a lot for the used underwear, of course, they all said, piously that they’d never sell their used underwear.  But obviously, there were a lot of guys out there prepared to sell their used underwear.  Tristan can remember hearing some of the opposition to having the vending machines, people, particularly religious groups, were saying that they were encouraging prostitution.  But, the company that’s behind the vending machines, actually said that the opposite was true, this way anyone can buy a pair of used underwear and fulfil their sexual fantasies, and desires, without hurting anyone.

This way, they don’t have to go out and mug someone to fulfil their fantasies, besides in Japan they have been selling girls used underwear through vending machines for years.  So, this isn’t a new thing.  And so, the debate raged, until the powers that be decided that the vending machines were, in fact, fulfilling a need, and hopefully would cut down on rapes and assaults in the wider community.

So, the vending machines were here to stay seemingly, but the company had to contend with a lot of vandalism, so now the vending machines are housed in cages.  The only way you could get close enough to the vending machines, now, was to swipe your credit card through a slot on the gate.  As soon as the gate was released, the cage was lit up, and video cameras recorded you entering the cage and everything you did while you were in the cage, right up until you left.  If you caused any damage, the cost of the repairs would be taken from your credit card and your details handed to the Police for prosecution.

Eventually, all the hoopla died down, and the vending machines were allowed to stay.  Like all kids, Tristan and his mates joked about selling their underwear, but seemingly that was as far as it went.  But, when he happened to pass one of the vending machines, he noticed that they were always full so there must be a lot of guys out there prepared to sell their used undies.  Tristan wasn’t quite sure what made him do it, but he’d been thinking about the vending machines, well more specifically their contents, and he took a photo of the QR code, on the side of the machine, and looked at the information it provided.  It gave him contact details of Agency that ran the vending machines.  While Tristan continually told himself that he wasn’t going to do it, he was just thinking about it, or so he thought.  That is until he found himself entering one of the old buildings in Flinders Lane.  He walked up the rickety stairs until he found the office on the third floor he was looking for.  Tristan stood there uncertain for a long time before he scraped up enough courage to reach out and ring the buzzer beside the door.

The buzzer beside my office door went.  I turned to the screen and check who is in the hall outside my office, but all I can see is a young guy standing in front of the door dancing nervously from foot to foot while he waits to be let in.  I pushed the button on the intercom and asked him why he was here, and he said that he was here to sell his jocks.  I push the door release button under the lip of my desk and let him in.  He hesitantly pushes the door open, but then almost jumps into my office, I guess he’s decided that he doesn’t want anyone to see him entering my office.  It’s Ok; I’m used to it.  In my line of work, my customers don’t want to get caught purchasing my product, and my ‘stable’ of guys don’t want anyone to see them entering my office.  I chuckle to myself as I stand up and walk around my desk and sit against the lip of my desk on the other side, facing my visitor.

“Um…, he begins nervously, “ah, I was, um, wondering, if um, you were the, um guy…” he stammered as he rubbed the back of his neck as he stares at his shuffling feet.  “Um, that, um, runs the vending machines, um…” he continues as he finally looks up.  His eyes alight on and dart from my face in milliseconds and then pans around the office and alight on the vending machine in the corner.  “Oh…” he says when he sees the vending machine and walks over to it and checks it out.  Suddenly obviously feeling a bit more comfortable now he calls over his shoulder, “so you’re the guy who operates these machines,” he says as he studies the machine.

“Yes,” I reply, “I’m the guy who runs the machines.  What can I do for you?”

“I found your ad,” he replies, still engrossed with the vending machine, “so it’s true?  You buy guys dirty underwear and then sell them through these machines.”

“Obviously,” I replied, but he cuts me off.

“So, what’s the deal?” he asks.

“Well, if you read the ad, I thought it was pretty self-explanatory,” I say with a bit of a sigh, but I begin the spiel, “I buy guys used underwear and sell them to other guys through my vending machines.  But,” I continued, “there are specific criterion, my customers do have high expectations of my ‘product’, and I work very hard at keeping the quality of my ‘merchandise’ extremely high.”

“So, how does this work…” he cuts me off.

“I was getting there,” I reply, “so, for example, a guy like you comes to my office, if he is a returning employee, then he knows the drill.  He informs me what he has done while wearing his underwear, has he just come from the gym, has been wearing his underwear all day, or for a couple of days straight.  Has he collected a few drops of piss in them, has he kept them free of piss?  Has he cum recently and caught a few drops of cum in his underwear, pre-cum?  Does he have skid marks on his underwear?  Those sorts of thing.  He then strips in front of me down to his underwear.  I take a couple of pictures.  He removes his underwear, and I check them for what the guy says his underwear contains.  If he’s right, and I can verify it, then his underwear goes into a resealable container.  I pay him.  He gets dressed and leaves.

Then I assign the guy’s used underwear to one of my vending machines.  And that’s what happens,” I finish looking the guy up and down, “so, what can I do for you?”

“Um, well,” he begins, again almost being overcome by nerves, “um, I think I wanted to know if you wanted to buy my jocks,” he finished as he went bright red.

I smiled to myself, “Ok,” I began as I looked him over once again, “how old are you?”

“Um, I turned sixteen today,” he replied.

“Have you got any proof?” I asked, “I’m not going to get arrested for corrupting a minor.”

“Oh, no,” he said as he dropped his backpack and began fishing around in it, “I brought my birth certificate with me.”  He continued as he fished around in his backpack, “I also have some photo id, as I saw that you require that as well,” he finished up as he found his birth certificate, then with his photo id, he held them out to me.

I remained leaning against my desk and held my hand out, “Oh, right,” he said as he walked over and gave me the documentation.

I took the paperwork and walked back around my desk and sat down as I indicated the chair for him.  He sat on the chair and waited.  I checked the documents and held his photo id up and checked the picture.  “Well, that all looks in order,” I said as I laid the documents on the desktop, “so tell me why do you want to sell your jocks?  And why do you think I’m going to want to buy them?”

“Um, well, ahh, I, um, have seen your vending machines around and I always wondered why someone’d want to sell their jocks.  And, um, I guess, I, um, have always wondered who’d want to buy them.  I mean their pretty pricey, so I sat and watched on of your machines for a while until I saw a couple of people buying your, um, ‘products’, and thought it’d be an easy way to make money.  So, um, today, as I turned sixteen, I, um, thought I’d, um, try and sell my jocks.”

“Ok, and how do you feel about posing for the photo?” I asked.

“Oh, so it is the guys’ whose underwear it is in the photos?” he asked, surprised.

“Of course, it is!  How else are my customers supposed to know whose undies they have?”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that,” he said seemingly a little crestfallen.

“Have you looked at the photos of the guys?”

“um, no, I, ahh, haven’t really looked at the photos…”

“Well,” I replied, cutting him off,” why don’t you go over and have a look?”

The kid got up out of his seat and went over and looked at the pictures on the packaging, “Oh!” was all he said as he came back and sat down.

“So,” I began as I fished a contract out of my drawer, “this is the standard contract, it basically says that neither I nor anyone else, forced you to do this and that you are under no obligation to continue to supply me with dirty underwear.  But once this is signed you give up all ownership of your undies, and they become my property to do with as I wish, be that I keep them, sell them, or burn them, it’s entirely up to me.”  I slid the contract across the top of the desk, in front of the kid and put a pen down on top.

The kid licked his lips as he picked up the pen and signed and dated the contract.

I picked up the contract, and after I notarised it, I gave him back his copy.  “Ok, boy,” I said as I bent down and picked up my camera, and stood up and walked around the desk, “strip down to your jocks and go and stand with your back to that wall over there.”

The kid started to look around, “what the hell are you looking for?” I asked him incredulously.

“Um, is there a change room, or something?” he asked as he swivelled his head around, casting his gaze around the room, almost like a trapped animal.

“What the fuck…” I began, then taking another look at the kid, I took a steadying breath, “no, there isn’t a change room or any other area for you to change in.  We’re both males.  What?  Do you think I’m going to rape you or something?”

“Um, well…” he began as he started to go beet red.

I laughed at him, “No!  I’m not going to rape you.  Now, if you still want to sell your jocks.  Strip down to your jocks and stand against the wall so I can take your picture.”

Somewhat reluctantly, he stood up and slowly began to strip, looking all the world like a man who is going to the electric chair or something.  Anyway, he eventually strips down to his jocks, but as soon as he stood up from taking his pants off, his hands fly in front of his crotch instantly.

“For fuck sake,” I stated, “you’re the one who came to me, not me to you, remember?”  He looks at me and nods, “right so take your hands away from your groin and go and stand against the wall, or we can rip the contract up right now, and you can get the fuck out of here and stop wasting my time.”

He seemed to make a decision as his hands fell away from his groin, and he stood up and walked over to the wall that I had indicated earlier.  When his hands fell away from his groin, I could see his cock straining against the fabric of his jocks, with a definite wet patch.  As he walked past me, I got to see him side on and his nuts looked pretty hefty as well, and finally, I got to see his somewhat flat arse as he walked over and stood in front of the wall.  I took a couple of shots, and then told him to drop his jocks, “What,” he almost baulked on me.  “Your jocks,” I said, “take them off.”  As he continued to look at me, a bit nonplussed, “you did come here to sell me your jocks, didn’t you?”

“Oh, um, yes…” he began.

“Look, the process is quite simple.  You decide to sell me your underwear.  You come in here and strip down to your underwear, and I take a photo.  You remove your underwear, and I check what you’ve left in them.  I then put them into an airtight container.  I give you the money.  You get dressed and leave.  Have you got any questions about any of that?”

“um, no…” he began.  “Good,” I cut him off, “then strip and give me your jocks.”

With that he peeled his jocks off and handed them to me, “finally now go and sit back down,” and he somewhat sheepishly walked past me, naked, and went and sat gingerly on the edge of his chair.

“Finally,” I breathed as I went and sat down in my chair, “so, what have you done in your jocks,” I asked as I held them to my nose, I pulled them open and smelled the crotch, “Mm,” I moaned appreciatively as I inhaled his musky scent, “so, let’s see,” I said as I closed my eyes and ran his jocks under my nose.  “Nice strong musky smell, so you’ve had these on all day, have you?” I asked without opening my eyes, and before he could answer, I moved his jocks around under my nose.  “Hmm, is that a faint odour of shit?” I asked him again without opening my eyes or waiting for an answer.  I moved his jocks under my nose and got a whiff of piss as well as a pleasant wet smell of pre-cum, and I was right, the kid had leaked quite a lot.  In fact, he’s probably still leaking pre-cum now while he’s sitting naked on the chair in front of me.

“Very, nice kid,” I said as I sealed his jocks in a container, “now, statistics,”  I asked and recorded his height and weight, and shoe size, once again he blushed beet red when I asked him for his dick size, and he somewhat embarrassedly told me that he didn’t know.  I threw a measuring tape at him and told him to measure it.  He fumbled with his cock for a bit and kept getting redder, after about five minutes, I asked him if he wanted a hand, and somewhat gratefully he said he did.  So, I got up and walked around the desk and told him to stand up, while I knelt in front of him, and as he was well and truly aroused, I measured his erect cock.  And it was impressive erect it was nine and a half inches and three and a half inches in diameter.  The problem now was to measure it flaccid, and without telling him what I was going to do, I grabbed the head of his cock and squeezed it until his cock deflated.  Then I measured it, and his cock was still an impressive five inches, then having completed the task at hand, I went back to my chair and wrote the stats down.

“So, how long have you been wearing this pair of jocks for?”

“Um, just today,” he replied, “um, is that Ok?” he asked.

“Sure kid, I don’t care what you do in your jocks, or for how long.  It’s just for my customers, some of them like to know these sorts of things.  So, how long have you worn this particular pair of jocks for, since you put them on clean?”

“Oh, um, just today….”

“Ok, so what, six, seven, eight hours?”

“Oh, um, about eight and a half hours.”

“Ok, and what, have you been to school?  Did you run anywhere; did you masturbate today while wearing them?  Um, did you do P.E., come on, kid, you’re killing me here…”

I saw understanding dawning on his face, and he ran off all the things he’d done today up to right now.  He gave me his banking details, and I paid him for his jocks, and we talked for a bit while he got dressed.  “Oh, um,” he began as he did up his pants, “what happens if I want to sell another pair?”

“Well, now you’re an ‘employee’ you won’t need to bring all your id again.” and saying that I gave him his ‘employee number’.  “Now, if your jocks sell you will get a notification on your phone via a text message.  You can then decide if you want to sell another pair or not, at the same time, you can decide if you want to set up a profile or not.  That’s entirely up to you, as to how much of yourself you want to share or not.  Ok, any questions?”

“Um, no, I don’t think so.”

“Ok then, here are the login details, for the website, if you sell your jocks, and a list of the general questions the guys ask,” I said as I handed him a sheet of paper.  He stuffed it in his backpack and left.

I pulled the sealed container opened again and pulled out his used jocks.  I pulled the file of the secret recording I’d made of the kid’s ‘interview’ we’d just had.  While I watched the kid strip, I inhaled deeply his musky scent.  I couldn’t help myself, and I pulled my cock out of the confines of my pants and slowly began stroking it.  When I finally encountered the rather large wet patch of pre-cum, I shot a load of hot cum all over the top of my desk.  I put the used jocks back into their sealed container and started to clean my desk, but I was so fuckin’ horny after watching him strip, I decided to lick my desk clean, but it wasn’t for the first time.  Nor, did I think it’d be the last time, I can assure you.

When everything was all clean again, I set to printing out and attaching the kids’ photo and put it in the box ready for delivery to one of the vending machines I had around the City.

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Tristan pushed through the old wooden door of the building as he stepped out onto Flinders Lane, and he turned left and headed towards the Degraves St entrance to Flinders St station.  He kept looking back over his shoulder, expecting what, someone to lay a hand on his shoulder and drag him off to who knows where, but he made it to the station unmolested.  So, he was feeling better about the whole deal as he boarded his train, and it wasn’t until he sat in his seat did, he allow himself to finally admit that he’d just sold a pair of his used jocks.  As the train pulled out of the station, Tristan tried to very surreptitiously pull his phone out of his pocket and look at the receipt for his jocks.  He sat there and looked at the amount of money he’d got paid and couldn’t believe it.  Then he wondered if anyone’d buy his used jocks, mind you he didn’t know why anyone’d want to buy them, nor what they’d use them for.  He just hoped that it wasn’t a wasted trip.  He looked at some of his other text messages, he answered a few, sent a few new texts to people he knew, and basically whiled away the time while he waited for his stop.

It wasn’t until about a week later that Tristan received a notification on his phone from a number he didn’t know, so on a whim, he opened it.  Only to discover that it was a notification that someone had indeed bought his pair of dirty jocks, and Tristan almost dropped his phone in shock.  There was a link to a website, which Tristan clicked, and after he’d entered his number that I had given him when he’d sold his pair of dirty jocks, he discovered that he’d been left a message.  In fact, there were a couple of messages waiting for him; one was to notify him that his jocks had been sold.  The other one was from the buyer telling him that he’d just opened the pack with Tristan’s dirty jocks in it.

‘I have just broken the seal on the package and am currently inhaling the aroma of your dirty jocks.  Your musky odour is quite heady, and is that a hint of piss I can smell, naughty boy, or did you set out to tease, hmm?  Oh, my is that a hint of, oh no, it’s more than a hint, isn’t it, you naughty boy, it would seem as though you have leaked quite a bit of pre-cum too.  Was it the thought of me opening, and devouring, your jocks that got you so excited, or was it something, or someone else that got you so excited?  And what’s that, oh dear, is there just a trace of faeces I can smell, oh no that will never do.  I think you should be punished for that, were you here, I’d give you six hard smacks with the wooden spoon.

Well, I can feel myself getting quite aroused by all the other odours you left for me, so I’m just going to have to do something about that.  I may wear your dirty jocks on my face so that they crotch is over my nose so that every time I inhale, I can smell the muskiness of you.  Au revoir.’

There was even a rating left.  But the thing that really blew Tristan’s’ mind was the fact that he had a request, and with that request was an offer of a lot of money.  Someone wanted a pair of his jocks soaked in six days of hard sweat, but there was to be absolutely no hint of piss or shit anywhere in his jocks.  But and the buyer was very specific about this one point, the jocks had to be almost dripping in sweat.  If Tristan could provide a pair of jocks meeting those conditions, then the buyer was prepared to pay $1600.00.

Tristan quickly looked up what his cut would be and discovered that if he could provide ‘designer underwear’ that met the Clients specific instructions, and the Client paid the specified amount.  Then Tristan would get 50% of the offered monies.  Tristan stopped reading at that point, and all he could think about was the $800.00 he stood to make.  Tristan decided that it was going to be worth the money to put in the effort, so after school and before he went to work, he went shopping and bought himself a new pack of jocks, but went a bit more upmarket to the jocks he normally bought.

Tristan always wanted to get fitter, not that he was fat, or unfit or anything, so donning a new pair of jocks he decided to start running, at first, he started to run around his local neighbourhood, and he was feeling really good.  So, when he hit the local park, he decided to do a few laps of the running track, and by the time he’d done a couple of laps he was really hot and sweaty, and decided that he’d done enough for one day.  Tristan headed home, he grabbed one of the big zip lock bags he’d bought, from his room, and a change of clothes and went and had a shower.  When he stripped, Tristan was very careful that his jocks didn’t touch the floor, he held them up to his nose and took an experimental sniff and almost gagged and dropped his jocks.  ‘For fuck sake,’ he thought, ‘how could anybody like the smell, let alone want to pay for it,’ he thought, ‘and the fucker wants the stench to be stronger.’  With a shake of his head, Tristan dropped his used jocks into the zip lock bag and thankfully sealed them up.  When Tristan finished his shower, he spirited his sealed jocks back to his room, he didn’t want anyone else to find them, and he certainly didn’t want his mum to wash them.

For the rest of the week, after Tristan got home from school, he stripped and pulled out the zip lock bag with his dirty jocks in them.  He was a bit concerned because of all the condensation that had built up in the bag by the third day and was a bit worried that his jocks might go mouldy.  When he broke the seal on the bag, the stench was so overpowering that he almost vomited on the spot, and the feel of dragging his wet jocks up his legs made his flesh crawl.  But still, he forced them up his legs, and not for the first time, and definitely not for the last time he wondered how anyone could like something like that, let alone want to pay to own them in this condition, Tristan couldn’t help the shudder that ran down his back.  He adjusted himself inside his wet jocks, very reluctantly, and pulling on the rest of his gear, he left the house and broke into a jog the minute he was down the front stairs.

By the time Saturday came along Tristan was an old hand at this, he’d worked out a route through his neighbourhood so that he ran almost all the way around each block between his house and the park.  Once at the park, he’d run three or four laps of the park, and then retrace his route through his neighbourhood and having a shower once he got home, sealing his very soggy jocks in the now sweat logged zip lock bag.  But today as he ran onto the running track, he ran into someone he knew from school, Newman but because Tristan was listening to music on his phone that he had strapped to his upper arm.  He didn’t see or hear, Newman until he almost ran right over the top of him.

“Hey, Tris, lookout,” Newman shouted at him, “you almost ran me over.”

“Oh, um, sorry Newman, I guess I was too zoned-out to see you.  What’re you doing here?”

“Oh, I have footy training on Saturdays.  Fuck, mate, you stink.”

“Oh, um, sorry about that,” Tristan replied as he started to go red, “but, um, I’ve been running laps…”

“What, forever?” Newman replied.

No, dickhead!  I couldn’t be bothered getting clean clothes, so I’m running in my P.E. gear…”

“Fuck, it smells like it.”  At that moment a whistle was blown, and Newman said he had to go practice, so he jogged off towards the group of guys on the oval and Tristan continued running.  Tristan zoned out again, and he wasn’t brought back to reality until he became aware of someone pacing him.  He looked over and saw Newman was running beside him, “What are you doing here?” he asked, as he pulled the earbuds out of his ears.

Practice was finished, and I saw you were still running laps, so I thought I’d join you.  Are you trying out for the school team or something?”

“Na, I’m just decided to get a bit fitter…”

“Yeah, you could do with losing a bit of fat…”

“Fat!  I’m not fuckin’ fat.  If anyone’s fat, it’s you.  Na, I just want to get a bit fitter’s all.”

“Oh, ok.  Mind if I join you?’

“Not at all, mate.”

“Good, but fuck, don’t come any closer.  You must be able to swim in those clothes by now.”

‘That’s the plan,’ Tristan thought, as he told Newman to fuck off.

When they’d done a couple of laps together, the boys bid their farewells and separated and went their own way, Tristan went home to have a shower and to seal the jocks in their very moist zip lock bag.

When he’d worn the jocks for the requisite six days, Tristan took the jocks in their zip lock bag to school, planning to take them to the office and sell them after school.  After school found Tristan in the City, once again climbing the rickety stairs and ringing the bell by the office door.

After I checked the screens, I let Tristan in, and he came and sat opposite me at my desk after we’d said our hellos, and I asked him why he’d come to see me today.

“I think I’ve finally fulfilled an order,” Tristan said as he pulled the sealed zip lock bag containing his very wet pair of jocks.

“Fuck me,” was all I could say as I watched Tristan pull the zip lock bag out of his backpack with a pair of jocks inside that looked as though it was swimming in his sweat.  I reached out my hand for the bag, and Tristan handed it over.  When I broke the seal, fuck the heady aroma of his muskiness and sweat hit me in the face, and it felt as though it had as big a punch as if he’d hit me in the face with a sledgehammer.  I so wanted to pull his wet jocks out and rub them all over my face; I had to fight the urge to drink the pool of sweat that had pooled in the bottom of the bag.  I had to fight the urge to scoop some of the condensation of the kids’ sweat that was bubbling all down the sides of the bag and licked it off my fingers.

With a strength of will, I didn’t know I possessed, I handed the bag back to Tristan, and very throatily I told him to put them in, while I could feel my mouth salivating so much, I thought I was about to puke.

“What!  You want me to put them on?” he asked incredulously.

“Of course.  What do you think the photo’s for on the outside of the packaging?  It’s so that the buyer can see the seller wearing their underwear so that they can see just where the seller puts and arranges his cock and balls in them.  It also allows the buyer to know that the jocks they are buying are actually yours.  So, hurry up and get changed so I can take your photo.”

Somewhat reluctantly, Tristan stood up and began to strip, while I picked up my phone to take the photos.  When he’d stripped completely naked, Tristan pulled the jocks out of their ziplock bag and began to pull them on.  His jocks were wet enough that they caused a drag as he tried to pull them up his legs to his waiting groin.  Tristan arranged himself inside his wet jocks and went to stand against the wall again.  When I first saw him in his wet jocks, I could see that the material was slightly transparent, not enough to see his cock and balls completely, but enough to see a very good outline.  Fuck it; I think I can even see some of the veins of his cock as it’d begun to grow and swell inside the wet jocks he was wearing.  I stood there transfixed by the sight before he somewhat tersely reminded me that I was supposed to be taking his photo.

As soon as the flash went on my phone, Tristan began to shimmy out of his wet jocks, and when his cock fell free from the confines it was pointing at a point on the floor, about a metre in front of him as it continued to get hard.  Tristan, meanwhile, had stuffed the wet jocks back into, and sealed them inside the zip lock bag, while I inhaled the heady scent of his muskiness as it mixed with his sweat in the air.  I couldn’t help myself as I felt my own cock stirring and growing in the confines of my pants.  It didn’t help me out at all that Tristan seemed to be a little bit reluctant to get dressed this time and was currently absentmindedly stroking his hardening cock.  To break the growing sexual tension in the room, I grabbed the zip lock bag from Tristan and put it away in my drawer.  Disappointedly it also seemed to remind Tristan that he was standing in the office completely naked stroking his growing hardening cock, and he seemingly reluctantly began to get dressed.

“So, how does this work,” Tristan began as he was getting dressed, and currently arranging his cock and balls in his jocks, “how do I know if the buyer likes ‘them’?’ he asked indicating the sealed jocks.

“Well,” I replied when I thought I had my voice under control enough not to give myself away. “I will notify the buyer that I have your jocks here in my office.  Then if he’s happy, he pays me the money, and your cut gets transferred into your bank account.  Depending on the buyer, it could be done today or in a couple of days. If the buyer isn’t happy with the product, then I’ll either advertise on the website or put it out on display in one of the vending machines.  But again, if any of that eventuates, you will be notified via the website.”

“Oh, ok,” Tristan replied as he pulled on his runners and tied them up, “so, I’ll just wait to hear from you?” he asked as he stood up.

“Yep,” I replied as he nodded at me as he went out the door.

As soon as the door closed behind Tristan, I desperately wanted to rip the sealed bag out of my desk and rip it open and bury my nose in the heady aroma of Tristan’s muskiness and sweat.  But, thankfully, I’m a businessman first, and I sat at the computer and sent an email to the prospective buyer, and informed them that I had the jocks he requested in my possession.  We organised a time and place to meet.  Then I did everything I could to put Tristan’s jocks out of my mind and got on with the other work I had to perform, but all I could smell was Tristan’s muskiness.  Fuck, it’s the part I love and hate, in equal measure, about my job, there have been a couple of guys, well ok, there has been a few guys, fuck it there’s been quite a lot of guys whose jocks and underpants I’ve wanted to keep for myself.  To have the chance to rub their scent all over my face whenever I’ve wanted too, to be able to work around the office with their jocks and undies on my face, so all I could breathe in is their manly scent.  Their muskiness, and have their pheromones drive me wild with desire, with passion, but then I’d just want to hunt them down and keep them locked in my office just so I could smell their muskiness whenever I wanted too.

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Tristan’s phone vibrated in his pocket, he pulled it surreptitiously from his pocket and looked at the message.  The message stated that the buyer had bought his jocks and that his share of the money had been deposited into his bank account, Tristan nearly fell off his chair when he realised that he was now eight hundred dollars richer.  During recess, he found a quiet corner in the school ground and pulled his laptop from his bag and checked his bank account.  Tristan almost shit himself when he realised that he’d actually been paid the full amount of $1600.00.  He quickly logged into the website and discovered that the Client was so happy with his jocks that he’d paid a bonus, and left a message.

‘Fuck, kid, when I saw the ‘package’ you delivered for me, I couldn’t help myself I popped wood instantly, and when I broke the seal on the bag.  Fuck, the musky, sweaty, scent of you assailed my nostrils, and I could feel my cock straining to break out of my jeans.  As soon as I got the bag home, I broke the seal again and put the tip of my finger in the little pool of sweat in the bottom of the bag and held it above my mouth until it dropped down onto my tongue.  I love the taste and the smell of you.  I ripped my clothes off and threw myself down on my bed and fisted my cock while I placed your wet jocks on my face so that all I could smell was you.  Your musk, your sweat, I licked the inside of your jocks where they cradled your balls and imagined your balls on my tongue.

But way too soon, I shot my first load, and it was so powerful an ejaculation that my cum hit nothing but the wall behind my bed.  It was the greatest orgasm of my life, but my cock wasn’t finished, it remained rock-hard, I actually ejaculated five times before my cock’d deflate.

I had to give a bonus; you fulfilled all of my expectations and then some!’

Tristan couldn’t believe it, the guy’d actually swallowed some of his old sweat, and Tristan couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through his body just at the thought of it.  Tristan composed himself and logged out of the website and put his laptop away and waited for the next request.

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Manuel López’s tan, muscular body was full of sweat as he pumped deep into his girlfriend, Cheryl. She moaned as he kept thrusting deep into her, his massive Cuban cock hitting her g-spot just right. Manuel grinned as he gyrated his hips while inside her, making sure his fat cock was hitting it right. As they finished she quickly showered and got dressed. Every Tuesday was her yoga class, which Manuel loved because it added extra flexibility. Still sweaty, he kissed her forehead as she playfully chided “gross, babe go shower.”

Once she left, and Manny was sure she made a left from the door straight to the elevator, he slipped on some basketball shorts and flip flops. And as soon as he locked the door he made an immediate right, straight to the stairs, down three floors to the third floor. It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon, like always, as he reached room 307 and knocked on the door. A short but muscular, older latino man opened the door wearing only a pair of small, yellow shorts. He looked at Manny and smiled. “The cat’s away, Manuel?” Manny smirked as the man let him in.

Guillermo was older than Manny, at 44 to Manny’s 24 – and he sat down on the couch, stripping his shorts off and revealing a massive, 9×6” thick Colombian dick that was leaking precum. Manny licked his thick lips as he stripped off his longer shorts. The younger man got on his knees like he has been doing every Tuesday for the past seven months and parked himself between the older Colombian’s tanned tree trunk legs. Both men completely naked, Guillermo leaned in and kissed his secret lover on the lips before leaning back and letting Manny suck and deep throat his cock.

Guillermo absolutely loved playing with Manny after he fucked his girlfriend. In fact, Guillermo loves the chase of turning a hunky straight man into a monster cock loving pussy boy. His contact list is filled with names connected to various straight men. – “Rick Mechanic”, “Nick frat boy”, “Jorge military”…all names of former “straight” hunks that have been seduced by Guillermo, and he still sees them regularly. He’s been given the nickname “straightbreaker” by some of his bottom studs.

Looking down at Manny hungrily devouring his cock, Guillermo jokes “you’ve come a long way from barely licking it. Now you’re deepthroating it like a porn star!” He looked down at the young stud. His biceps pumped from the fucking he gave his girlfriend, but the pump he’s going to get today was better than anything a girl can give him. Guillermo grabbed a fistful of the young stud’s brown hair and started really face fucking him, his smooth balls slapping Manny’s chin. He stood up, and grinned as Manny groped & squeezed his muscular bubble ass as leverage while he got face fucked.

One of Guillermo’s main features, besides his muscles and cock, is his big round ass. He’s a total top, but he enjoys having studs eat it and think they’re gonna fuck him until he turns the tables. That’s exactly how he got Manny to get naked when they started fucking. All it took was a fight with his girlfriend for Manny to even consider sex with someone else…

Guillermo snapped back to seeing Manny gagging on his cock, the young man’s sweaty cock coated in precum – Guillermo licked his lips and commanded the young stud to let him taste his cock. The perfect blend of sweat, sex, and precum. He loved sucking Manny’s fat cuban dick after he fucked his girlfriend – especially as a form of reverse cucking. Manny moaned. “Fuck bro….you’re better than any girl….” Guillermo never got tired of hearing that compliment.

He groped Manny’s round and firm globes, and pulled his cock out of his mouth. “Baby, we don’t have much time today, as much as I wanna wreck that pretty pussy, we can fuck another day.” Manny understood. His girlfriend’s class was only an hour and they were pressed for time. The young man got on his knees again and once again he was getting face fucked. Guillermo was relentless, making sure Manny’s throat got a proper fucking. “That’s it, boy. Traga esa pinga. Eres un macho slut. Una puta!” He loved degrading his masculine sluts.

Before he knew it, he felt the familiar urge to cum. His balls felt recharged as he unloaded this morning’s load down Manny’s throat. The stud struggled to keep up with the flow of cum pouring down his throat, gagging and coughing but still doing his duty to clean up his dom’s cum. There was another load shot, but from the younger man as he jerked himself off. Manny looked up at the muscular daddy before him with lust in his eyes. He wanted to get fucked to the point he won’t be able to walk anymore. But he knew better.

Manny stood up and put his shorts back on, and Guillermo leaned in and kissed him. “You had a bit of cum on your lip. Tastes good, babe. Next time I’ll really make it hard to walk out.” As Manny opened the door to leave, there was a younger Italian boy. College aged, muscular, handsome. Both young men looked at each other before Manny hurriedly walked back home in time to shower and avoid suspicion.

Guillermo smirked at the college stud. “Freddie! Wasn’t expecting you for another 20 minutes. Come in, babe and let daddy pound that bubble ass pussy!” He said in his thick accent. The boy undressed save for his black socks as he used Manny’s spit as lube as he began to eat the young man’s smooth ass. “How’s the girls, babe?” Guillermo asked as he slid in, Freddie taking a hit of poppers, and about to get his much needed ducking from the straight breaker!

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About five hours in to my drive a gasket blew on my car causing me an unexpected detour to my closest dealership. I pulled in to the bay obviously annoyed and was met by a pleasant service advisor names JC.

As I explained my issue and frustration, he smiled. Normally that would have made me more irate but, somehow, his smile did the opposite. He talked with me like we’ve known each other for years!

After I signed the necessary paperwork, I made arrangements for a shuttle service. I asked JC if there are any good hotels around.

“Sure. Try The Hamilton. It’s quiet, reasonably priced and has a lot of good restaurants close by!”

“Thanks man” I replied. “I’ll call you with an update as soon as I have one. I’ll take care of you” he said with a smirk.

I found him quite cute and, the more I dealt with him, sexy. While neither of us would qualify as an Abercrombie model, we both could be classified as DILFs, with me being the elder by probably five to six years I’d guess.

I am five ten, two twenty, solid with red/brown hair with some grey at the temples and in my stubble and brown eyes, he was probably six foot tall, dark hair and eyes, constant five o’clock shadow nice butt and small belly. As annoyed as I was at the delay, I couldn’t help but be turned on when around him.

I arrived at the hotel around 10 AM, checked in and made it to my room. I turned on the tv and laid down on the bed to relax. I relaxed enough when I realized I was awoke by my phone. I answered to JC’s voice.

“There was a stripped screw so we had to tap the engine block” he said.

“How much?” I asked.

“Another $200” Fun! I agreed to the new price as it had to be fixed. He said he’d call me when it’s ready.

At about 5:30 JC calls me back saying the car’s ready. He didn’t have a porter so he said he’d come and pick me up. Which I thought a nice touch and a bit forward but it meant I had some alone time in the car with a sexy guy.

JC arrives about fifteen minutes later. One the way back to the dealership he points out some good restaurants. He was particularly fond of Baker’s.

“You should try it. Good steaks and ribs!” he pointed out.

“I try to stay away from red meat.” I admitted.

“That would explain your body” he said seemingly without thinking. I looked at him surprised.

“I mean we’re about the same age and I would kill to have your build” he said. I laughed.

“You’re fine” I replied. “Well, I just have to loose this” he said patting his stomach. “Flat stomachs aren’t all that. Maybe when you’re twenty but as you get older…I’ve found there’s people out there that prefer dad bods verses gym bods” I said reassuringly.

“I guess” he relented.

We pulled in to the dealership and I paid my bill.

“You know, I might just try Baker’s. I just don’t like to eat alone” I eluded.

“Well, if you need some company I’d be happy to get some drinks with ya” he offered.

“And don’t worry I’ll pay for myself. There’s just not a lot to do around here on a Tuesday night.”

“Yeah. Sure. Say 8:30?” I asked.

“See you there!” he responded.

I met JC at the door of Baker’s around 8:30. “How’s the car running?” he asked.

“Great. Finally! Thanks for all your help today” I said.

“My pleasure!” JC said. “Drinks?”

“Oh my god YES!” I replied. We ordered drinks and some food. We had an oddly good conversation, considering I’ve just met this guy earlier in the day. I made note of his clean cut appearance. And he smelled good. I wondered if this was a date. Surely I didn’t know but I still went with it.

Around 10pm we decided to call it a night. We paid our bills and headed to the door. “So when are you leaving?” he asked.

“Not sure exactly but I’d like to get an early start.” I said.

“Okay” he said defeatedly. “Well, have a safe trip!” he said.

“Thanks” I reached out to shake his hand. We shook hands and he looked deeply in to my eyes. My gaydar was pinging like crazy.

“You want to come back to my room?” I asked brazenly.

“I have free movies on the tv. I could use a good comedy after all the money I went through today.” I said.

“Oh yeah. Sure. That would be good. I’ll follow you?” he replied.

We pulled in to the parking lot and made our way in to the hallway that led to my room. We entered and plopped down on the sofa.

“What to watch what to watch…” I said scrolling through the guide.

“Whatever is fine with me” he said.

“Mrs. Doubtfire. Classic Robin Williams” I said as I settled back and started the movie.

“Oh god I haven’t seen this in years!” he said with a laugh. As we watched to movie we made note of how the kids have all grown up, signifying our ages.

“Sucks getting old” I said.

“I was thinking about what you said earlier – about out ages and being a DILF and stuff… I think I’m gonna go with that going forward” he said.

“You’ll be fine. You still have tons of years left before you have to worry about not being attractive!”

“Thanks man” he said as we sat in silence. “If I’m honest, I’ve always been attracted to people my age or older anyway” he said as he looked at me. I noticed his dark eyes sparkling in the light of the tv. More awkward silence.

“I guess we should call it a night” I said standing up.

“Yeah tomorrow is another work day!” he said.

He followed me to the door. “Thanks for a good night. And thank you again for helping with the car” I said.

“Just doing my job.” JC said.

“Well you have great customer service skills. I feel like I’ve known you for a long time and we’ve just met!” I said.

“Same here. Well, see ya’!” He turned to walk out. “You know…” he said turning around, “…taking a chance of getting punched here…but I find you very attractive.”

“Oh.” I said. “Well if I’m honest, I thought you’re a sexy man” I admitted. He smiled. “And that smile. Oh my god that smile. You have a license to carry that thing?”

He laughed.

“See, that’s a sign. You got my dad joke!” I said. “If you want, you could stay a while longer…if you want” I suggested.

He stepped back in and I closed the door.

Immediately our tongues explored each other’s mouths. His rough stubble scraping my skin caused me to moan with delight. He was skilled kisser that’s for sure.

“Damn” I said pulling back. “You’re good at that. And you smell SO good!”

“I’m glad you like it” he said. He kissed my neck. I could feel his short beard like sand paper on my neck. Once a guy starts chewing on my neck they can do whatever they want! I rubbed my hands through his hair.

“Wow. Your hair is so soft” I commented as he unbuttoned my shirt.

He kissed my chest and I forced his head to my nipple. He licked and chewed on it and made me weak in the knees. Eventually I had to push him away when I couldn’t catch my breath. I slumped back on the bed and I watched him take off his shirt. His beautiful nipples were trying to hid behind his black chest hair. His body was dad bod perfection!

I reached up and rubbed his chest. “How is your hair so soft?” I asked.

“Well, not everything’s soft” he said.

Somehow, being mesmerized by his chest I totally neglected to look below the belt. His pants were trying, unsuccessfully, to hide his engorged member. I hastily unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his boxers down.

His untrimmed bush surrounded his hard member. Its head throbbing with each of his heart beats. I reached over and cupped his hairy, low hanging balls. He seemed to like that so I worked them around in my hands: first the right one, then the left one, then both of them.

I worked my finger back around to his hole. I circled the rim of his hole. I so wanted to get inside there, but I have no protection, so that was out.

I took his dick in my mouth and he gasped. I buried my face all the way down in to his bush. His scent was intoxicating; there was a scent of musk that made my own dick quiver.

I worked my magic on his pulsing cock. He was probably seven and a half long, cut and quite thick. Even so I was able to shove a lot of it down my throat which he seemed to enjoy.

After a few minutes of his balls slapping my chin, I noticed they drew up against him and his thrusting sped up. I could hear him starting to breath heavier and faster. I grabbed his balls and pulled them down as far as I could as he pulled out and started jacking himself. I looked up at him. From the angle I was at, I could barely see his face behind his chest hair. But all I was anxious to see what that JC seed spilled out.

He jerked himself – the wet noise he was making turned me on so much I emptied my own balls in to my pants while he jerked above me.

He must have figured it out because he smiled and pointed his big head towards my face. As I was dumping myself in my pants his dick head twitched and he plaster my face with his sperm. The force of it was so much it hit my face and splattered like a giant bug on a windshield. I counted three forceful shots that splattered everywhere. He held his breath until shot number four then he cried out in pleasure.

I counted eleven shots from his monster. He held his dick in his hands trying to catch his breath. I quickly took him back in to my mouth savoring his remaining seed. He yipped in pleasure as his body convulsed.

“Damn! I super sensitive” he tried to mutter, which, of course, made me work his shaking dick even more. He fell back on the bed and I followed him, never letting his dick out of my mouth.

I noticed he was still hard so, with his seed dripping off my face, I worked his dick more while slipping a semen lubed finger in his hole. He tried to pull away but I guess he was too weak so I held him down.

He slapped the mattress violently as I worked my finger in and around his hole. I pulled his balls as I felt them draw back up towards his body. I wondered if he was about to deliver another load when he cried out shooting another load in to my mouth!

He dropped four or five shots of seed in my mouth. I could feel his hole clamping around my finger. Being that I missed the first load, I made sure to get this one. I swallowed every drop of round two. I pulled off and caught my breath as his curved dick slipped out of my mouth and slapped his heaving stomach.

I sat back on my rear, the front of my pants soaked with my own juices. He looked up at me over his shrinking dick and smiled.

“Damn. Careful with that smile. It can get you in trouble” I said with a wink.

I stood up and made my way in to the bathroom to clean up. I saw him in the mirror walking in behind me. His sweat wetted chest hair and saliva soaked bush looked delicious standing in the hallway. I turned around wiping my face dry with a towel.

“Looks like I missed out on something” he said looking at my wet bulge.

“Yeah. I couldn’t control it” I replied.

“I can relate. I can’t remember ever having a blow job that good. And never has I came twice from it?”

“Well, I have some skills” I said with a wink.

“I just wish I could have experienced that myself” he said.

“Well, what are you doing tomorrow night?” I asked.

“I thought you were leaving in the morning?” he asked.

“I was. But I met this sexy guy that I’ like to have another go with so I thought I’d stay another night. It won’t put me too much off scheduled. If you’d like” I suggested.

“I would like that every much!” he said.

“Good. I’ll text you tomorrow?” I asked.

“Or maybe even later tonight?” he said with a smile.

“Damn you and that smile!” I said as I kissed him on the neck.

“Tomorrow, I’ll make sure I have the necessary protection!”

“Sounds like a plan. I can’t wait!” he said as he put on his clothes.

“Me either” I said as I closed the door. I would need some sleep if I was going to be on my A Game tomorrow!

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Hey Guys…wanted to make sure you know…this is a true story, to the best of my memory, except the watersports at the end. One of my favorite readers loved the first chapter and asked if I could add some watersports to the next chapter…so I did! So other than the pissing it’s as true as I remember!

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I rolled toward Shawn and said, “We’re not done stud!”

“Huh?”

“We’re not done, climb up here and sit on my face!”

“Really?”

“Yes, really!”

Since we hadn’t used lube or a condom, he still had that natural aroma to him and I reveled in it. I ordered him to suck my cock and Shawn leaned over and took it in his mouth. That split his ass open wider for me and I tongue fucked him some more.

When he had my cock wet and I had his hole ready again, I ordered him to sit on my cock. “But I just shot; I don’t think I want to get fucked right now!”

“Climb on, you’ll love it!”

Shawn grabbed my cock and aimed it at his open hole. “Man this is thick!”

“Yeah, and your hole is tight, those two things work together well, don’t they.”

He shook his head and lowered himself down onto my cock and moaned some more. I gave Shawn a chance to get used to my cock in his well fucked hole, after coming. Then I told him to start riding.

I was laying back and watching as Shawn raised and lowered his tight body up and down my cock. When I glanced down his hard cock was up against his belly parting his red bush in half. There was cum smeared on his belly and splattered through his thick bush. His cock was still leaking. I took a drop on my finger and put it to my mouth. That seemed to excite Shawn more. I took another drop and moved it to his mouth and Shawn savored it.

I took each of Shawn’s little pink nipples between thumb and forefinger and gently urged him forward. I wasn’t certain why I did it, it just came through my mind and I went for it. Once he was close enough I pulled his face to mine and we fell into a deep kiss. He was still riding my cock and now moaning into my lungs.

I moved my hands down and held Shawn by his narrow waist, and started fucking him from below. As I fucked harder and deeper he stated panting louder and faster. I moved my hands down to his small muscle butt and splayed his cheeks wide and fucked harder and faster again.

Even though I was fucking Shawn this side of fury, he started fucking back against me. This young man was getting the pounding that he wanted. I started slapping his cheeks and noticed that Shawn was raising a sweat.

Even with this I thought I could get into Shawn deeper and knew he was going to have to be on his back for that to happen. With the length of my cock and the shortness of his torso, I figured I could hit his inner g-spot. I wanted that, I wanted to make him cum without him touching his cock again.

I raised my butt up off the mattress and prepared to roll over. When I was in position, in one swift move I flipped us over. I thought for a minute I was going to dislodge my cock from Shawn’s tight hole, but I held on tight to make certain that didn’t happen.

I pulled his legs up over my shoulders and said, “I’m going in deeper Shawn, get ready!”

“Oh fuck yeah!” was his only response.

His legs were over my shoulders and I raised his ass up off the bed so that the backs of his knees were against my shoulders not his ankles. I gave him a couple of deep strokes and Shawn hollered and grunted. He immediately grabbed his cock and gave it a couple of strokes and I grabbed his wrists and pinned them behind his head. I gave him a wicked grin and said, “The only way you are going to shoot is from getting pounded!”

Shawn threw his head back and hollered I slapped his red ass three times shoved in and finally hit bottom! It was as deep as I’d been, and it was definitely that secret spot that only guys who have been fucked deeply know about. It hurts like holy fuck when you first hit it, but even then it feels good. Then the more you get fucked and the more that spot gets pounded the better it feels.

After a while, it turns from pain to pure pleasure, and as I kept up pounding on that spot I finally felt the head of my cock pop in and out of his inner ring. As soon as I knew he was that open, I pulled totally out of his no longer tight little hole and smashed back in.

Shawn was hollering now, but I could tell it was from pleasure, not pain. I had to see it; I just had too, so one time when I pulled all the way out, I moved myself to see his red hole, all open and sloppy, and watched as my thick cock plunged back into it.

That was all it took and I felt my nuts bust!

I hadn’t started shooting yet, but I knew I had turned the corner and was past the point of no return. Shawn started making garbled noises and his now loose hole had taken on a life of its own. I felt it on my cock, I felt my load easing up the long shaft of my cock and I knew when it finally hit the head and it became all sensitive I was going to get a uber sensitive feeling in the head of my cock so I plunged and plunged into his inner ring!

I wanted to stay inside of him and plant my seed deep in this young man, but he had requested me to shoot on his face. Shawn’s cock spurted a hot load up his chest. So after a couple more deep hard strokes I pulled out, let his legs down and moved up his body, and ordered him to open his mouth.

When I felt a hot blast of cum on my butt and my back I released my first shot into his open mouth! It was awesome seeing him take my load and then painting his face with a couple more hot squirts. I collapsed on top of him, and we laid there covered in sweat and cum, and panted.

We kissed and shared the cum I had shot on his face. I even reached back and wiped some of his cum from my butt and brought it to my mouth to taste and then we shared that too. Once we regained somewhat normal breathing, my next necessary body function took over and I told Shawn I needed to piss.

I got up and walked to the bathroom and aimed my half-hard cock at the bowl. I heard movement from the bed and then saw him appear at the bathroom door out of the corner of my eye. I looked at Shawn and smiled and he was grinning. “What?”

“That was one awesome fuck, no one has ever fucked me after I shot, and…”

“And?”

“And I love to watch a hot man with a huge cock piss!”

“Nice, come closer and get a good look!”

Shawn timidly moved next to me at the bowl and I took his hand and wrapped it around my cock. He told me that he could feel the piss flowing through the tube that had just shot cum all over him, and then he slowly started stroking it. I smiled and said, “Maybe next time, you’ll take the piss on your face too!”

My cock hardened again at his stroking so, at the end of my piss, I had to get rid of the last of what was in my bladder, pushing it out in spurts. I pulled Shawn’s face to mine and we kissed deeply while he continued stroking my hard-on and I continued emptying my bladder. I slapped his ass hard again and said, “Back on the bed bitch, face down this time!”

He hesitated so I just gave him my best “You had better!” look.

Shawn turned and ran to the bed and flopped down in the middle face down and legs spread. I crawled between his legs to rim and tongue fuck his loose and sloppy hole. It was clean but sweaty and tasted like my precum and a natural lube his butt had made. I slowly slid up his body and I said, “Get ready to get fucked again bitch!”

Shawn only moaned at that, and my hard cock slid up his slick and hairy crack finding its mark on its first trip. I easily slid into his well fucked hole, and plastered my body to his and fucked him slow and passionately.

After a while, Shawn was raising his butt higher up in the air so I could get into him deeper, and again I was hitting that secret spot. He was offering it to me. He wanted it hammered, he wanted that pleasure-pain and pushed against my thick almost 9” cock.

He was moaning and panting and I heard and felt him take a long deep breath, and I thought he was going to cum Shawn said, I’m getting close, if you fuck me harder I’m going to shoot, and this time I want your load!”

“You sure!”

“Yes, I want to have some of you inside me when you leave, I want your juice!”

That was all it took for my balls to feel as if someone had smacked them into action. The spasms started deep at the base of my cock, way back by my butthole, and the game was on. I knew I was going to have to fuck him hard and deep to make Shawn shoot, but that was going to put me over the edge sooner than I wanted, but hey, it’s not like I wasn’t going to enjoy it, but this was about the kid, I wanted him to cum again, and if it took a hard deep fuck to make him cum a third time with no hands, that’s what I was going to do!

I started fucking harder and deeper; Shawn rose up even higher and pushed back at my every stroke. I felt his young tight ass clench my cock and now he was able to hold it while I pounded. Earlier this activity would probably have caused him some temporary damage. But now I knew he was open enough and slick enough to not only take it but to love it.

I let my cock slip out of his hole and his ass went on a search for it so that I found his hole and plunged into the hilt again and again. After a few minutes, I had to see his open and sloppy hole again. I moved up and back an without him suspecting it let my cock pop out of his tight eighteen-year-old ass.

I only got a quick glimpse of his tomato red hole wide open from my assault on it, and then he squeezed it shut again. I plunged back in while he had it squeezed tight and we both grunted. I pulled out again and said, “Open it!”

Shawn complied like the trooper he was and flared his little hole open and I got a quick glimpse inside of him. I plunged back in and we both started coming. Me from looking at his wide-open hole and him from putting on a little show for me, I was getting the idea this kid also had some exhibitionistic tendencies.

After about ten more strokes I felt the head of my cock flare and buried it as deep as I could and held it so Shawn could feel me explode deep inside of him. “Uhm!” He grunted. “I feel your hot thick load deep inside of me!”

I knew my cockhead was trapped in his inner ring and he was having an amazing orgasm feeling my cock head spasm and squirt inside of him!

I stayed inside of Shawn until my cock shriveled enough that just a slight movement made it slither out of his stretched hole. I told Shawn again, that I needed to piss and told him to come into the bathroom with me.

He seemed a little surprised when I told him to get in the shower. I put my hands on his shoulders and lowered him to his knees. I told him to look up at me and soon I shot a hot piss load right in the middle of his smooth chest. His eyes kind of glazed over and he sheepishly asked me if I wanted him to take it.

“Open bitch!”

Shawn opened his beautiful mouth and I slowly raised my piss stream up his chest, his neck, and when he didn’t flinch right into his open mouth. He took a mouthful and let his run out. I just looked down at him and said, “Swallow bitch!”

The next time Shawn got a mouthful, he closed it and swallowed. I was just about finished and heard a sloppy air noise from his butt and told him to stand up and turn around. I had to laugh to myself when I thought “There is an actual term for this, its felching!”

I spread Shawn’s small muscular ass cheeks and told him to open. Soon he squirted my cum out of his well fucked hole. I was licking his butt when I heard Shawn quietly say, “I’ve got to piss.”

I immediately reacted and spun him around. Shawn’s cock was thumping with his heartbeat and started pissing at the same time. I opened my mouth and captured his cock and took it to the hilt until he was totally empty.

We finally showered and as we were dressing, Shawn said, “That was fucking amazing, I hope we can do it again soon!”

“Me too Shawn, but unfortunately I’m leaving to go back to California tomorrow.”

I saw the look of disappointment on Shawn’s face, so even though I originally wasn’t going to, I told Shawn that I would be returning in almost exactly three months.

“Will you fuck me again then?”

“I’d like to Shawn, you are amazing!”

“If you promise me that you’ll come back and that you’ll fuck me again, I won’t get fucked again until then!”

“Wow Shawn, that’s hot, but three months is a long time!”

“It’s been over two months since I’d been fucked before today, the guys around here don’t do much for me, I’ll wait for you!”

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Damn, is there a single class more boring than chemistry? I’ll admit, most classes bore me, but chemistry takes the cake. I don’t think I’ve understood a single thing in this class without someone explaining it to me at least twice. But I need to have at least kind of okay grades to stay on the baseball team. Yeah, I’m that guy: the dumb jock. And as long as we’re talking about me, I’m not just on the baseball team, I’m the star player. Voted MVP the past three years and going for a fourth this year, but who’s counting? Oh yeah, I am. I’m a little bit of a trouble maker too. I wouldn’t say I make fun of anyone or bully people. I try to let people in on the joke, but a lot of them are just annoyed. I’m guessing they’re jealous. I can’t help that I’m confident in myself. I mean…you would be too if you looked like me. I’m six feet tall, one hundred eighty pounds, and low body fat working to get lower. Now those are numbers I can understand. Coach says I’m on track to playing in the major leagues…you know, no big deal.

Anyway, I gotta make chemistry fun for myself any way I can. Like today. Mr. Knight was giving some boring lecture about…something, I dunno, I wasn’t paying attention. He said, “And when the atoms split-“

“Just like you and your wife, eh teach?” I joked.

The class all laughed, except Mr. K. He just rolled his eyes and continued with whatever thing he was saying before. I went back to zoning out after that. Then the bell rang. Fuck, finally. Get me the hell out of here.

Before I could leave the class though, I heard Mr. K say “Troy, could you hang back for a second?”

I groaned loudly. I knew he could hear me but I didn’t care. I wanted him to know how much I didn’t want to talk to him. After everyone was out of the classroom, Mr. K went to shut the door. “What’s up teach?” I said, not looking at him.

He snorted. Ooh, he was angry. How scary. “We need to talk about your attitude Troy.”

“Dunno whatcha mean Elliot,” I said, leaning against the wall.

“It’s Mr. Knight to you. Actually, you should be calling me sir.”

I yawned. “Yeah, yeah, right, is this gonna take much longer? I’m late for gym class.”

He huffed again. “This is exactly what I’m talking about Troy. No matter how many times you’re reprimanded by the office, you continue to act the same way.”

Finally, I looked at him. “Yeah…so?” I raised an eyebrow.

Mr. K’s mouth seemed to twist into an evil smile. “So…I’ve decided that I’m going to take matters into my own hands,” he said with a snarl.

I couldn’t do anything but laugh. “You? What the hell are you gonna do teach?”

The look in his eye didn’t go away even when he saw how confident I was. “You’ll find out in just a minute boy.”

Boy…? Did he just call me boy? That one word changed my whole mood. “Don’t call me boy,” I said in a threatening tone.

“I’ll call you whatever I want boy,” he responded without skipping a beat.

“No the fuck you won’t.” I began shaking. Oh, now I was mad.

Mr. K came and stood directly in front of me. Was he always this tall? “What are you going to do about it…boy?”

I was seeing red. I couldn’t control myself and I grabbed a handful of his shirt. “Shut up!”

He didn’t look scared of me at all. “You really messed up now.” He brought his hand under my arm and hit my elbow, which made me flinch. He took advantage of this and grabbed me, trying to push me to the ground.

“Hey, what the fuck!?” I said I began pushing back. I didn’t think it would be much to overpower him, but…it felt like we were deadlocked. When did he get this strong? Did he always have those muscles, or did I just never notice? I started to push my hardest, straining and beginning to turn red.

Mr. K didn’t look like he was even breaking a sweat. “What’s wrong boy?” he taunted. “Aren’t you a star athlete? C’mon, beat me already. Or…are you too weak to do it?”

I couldn’t let him beat me…I couldn’t let him disrespect me like this. I strained even more. In my effort to put in even more power, though, I made a mistake. I slipped and fell to the ground. I tried to catch myself at the last second, but just ended up with my hands under my chest. Before I could even try to get up, I felt a weight crushing me down. I looked up to see Mr. K sitting on me, his head facing away from mine. He was holding my legs. “What is this you fucker!? Let me go!” I kicked and bucked with all of my might, but it was no use; he was just too strong.

“You need to know when you’re beaten boy.“ I didn’t listen, just continued kicking. “Fine…have it your way.” He reached into the bottom drawer of his desk that was nearby and took out a rope. Did he…plan this? He tied it around my legs, binding them tightly together, and tied the other end to the desk…which was bolted to the ground. I could still move my legs, but only a little. Not enough to do anything. This son of a bitch had me truly pinned now.

“What are you doing!?” I hissed.

He chuckled, knowing that he had me at his mercy. “I’m going to punish you.”

“Punish me? I’m not in third grade you asshole!”

“Oh no, you’re certainly not in third grade. You’re just about a full grown man,” he said, looking very amused with himself. “I mean…just look at that ass.”

That…really shocked me. I mean, he was right though, I did have a, uhh…bubble butt. In fact, I’ve had a big butt my entire life. It was kind of a problem earlier in my life; a lot of underwear didn’t fit me quite right growing up. I either had to have ones that were special made or just deal with a tight fit on my behind. When I got older, that problem still followed me, but I realized what an asset I had…no pun intended. The ladies seemed to love my big booty. Then when I started wearing more of my tight fitting underwear they really loved it. I dunno why it was so attractive to them, but I’m not about to question it; I like knowing I turn people on. But here was an adult, male teacher commenting on the size of my ass and somehow…it still made me feel proud. “Wh-what?”

“Mmm, yeah, just look at that juicy butt. I think that’s what they call cake.” He put his hands on both of my butt cheeks and started to grope them. “Maybe for you it’s more like batter.”

“What the fuck!? Don’t touch me there!” I screamed.

Mr. Knight ignored me. “Tell me Troy, does it jiggle when you walk?” he said with a laugh.

“That’s none of your fucking business!”

“Fine, I’ll just have to see for myself.” He turned his body completely to my backside. “Wearing gym shorts to school, huh? Well, the thing about those is-“ he took his hands off of my cheeks, “-they don’t provide much protection.” After a second I felt a sharp pain on one side.

“Did you just…spank me?” I sputtered.

“Mhm,” Mr. K hummed. I shortly felt another spank on my other cheek. “And then I did it again. So, looks like it does jiggle, huh boy?”

I growled, still trying to threaten him. “Get off of me…stop calling me boy…and stop spanking me!”

I was rewarded with a slap to the ass, this one harder. “That’s no way to talk to your teacher. You will address me as sir.”

“I’ll call you sir if you fucking stop calling me boy.”

Another slap to the other side. “Don’t swear at me. Also, like I already said, I’ll call you whatever I want. You need to learn who your superiors are and how to respect them.” Smack. Another strike.

I was feeling it now. I didn’t think he was even hitting me as hard as he could and my ass was starting to get sore. But still, I had too much pride to let someone else win, especially another man. “Fuck you,” was all I could think to say.

Bang bang. Two more. “From now on, you’ll get an extra spank for swearing. In any case, I see that this level of punishment isn’t working. We’ll have to step it up a notch.” I quivered thinking about what he could mean by that, but he didn’t keep me waiting long as I felt the back of my gym shorts being pulled down.

“W-wait, what?”

“Ooh, nice underwear kid. They fit your ass perfectly. He was rubbing both of my cheeks again, almost massaging them. “You look so sexy.” I felt weird. Compliments on my ass always made me hard, but…this was coming from another dude, and a teacher at that. Still…something about the situation caused a certain stirring in my dick. “I wouldn’t want to harm this magnificent ass more than I have to. So, are you ready to take your punishment like a good boy?”

A good boy… Damn, I really hated being called that. But I couldn’t ask him not to call me that again. He’d just spank me. I thought that maybe if I was nice he’d be reasonable. “Please, just let me go.”

Smack. I was wrong. It really did hurt more now. I struggled to contain myself. “Please what?”

I gritted my teeth. I’d have to play his game. “Please sir…let me go.” I said, trying to swallow my pride.

Pop. “Hah, that’s better boy, but you’re still not getting it.” Bop. “You’re an asshole. The biggest one in this school. That’s why I’m punishing you. This is for your own good and that of everyone else.” Bam. “Give me one good reason why I should stop.”

I tried desperately to search for a way out. “The-the cameras! They’ll see you!”

Whack! “The cameras aren’t facing here and they don’t work anyway. Try again.”

“Someone is gonna hear me yelling! You’ll get caught!”

Whack again! “If someone was gonna come save you, they would’ve done it by now.”

My mind raced, grasping at straws. “I’ll tell someone about what happened here.”

Another whack. “You’re gonna tell everyone that you got you ass spanked? Sounds pretty embarrassing to me. You won’t be popular anymore.”

I shuddered; he had me cornered, literally and in my mind. I didn’t have a choice. My pride was gone. He had stripped away my every defense. “Okay…”

“What was that?” Mr. Knight said. It luckily wasn’t followed by a spanking.

“Okay sir. Go ahead.”

“Go ahead and what?” He knew he was victorious. It was obvious in his voice.

My throat was dry. My head hurt. I could barely get the words out. “P-punish me sir. I…deserve it.”

“Why do you deserve it?”

“Because I’m…an asshole.”

“That right boy.” He grabbed both sides of my underwear and pulled up. The wedgie revealed both of my cheeks and made my undies floss my hole. Then I felt and heard it on my now bare ass: a crack.

“Aaah!” I gasped out. He had to be hitting his hardest now.

“You are a complete asshole Troy.” Crack! “You walk around the school, acting like you own the place.” Crack! “All high and mighty because you play fucking baseball.” Crack! “You think you can get away with whatever you want because of your ‘status’.” Crack! “The so-called ‘star player’.” Crack! “But I have news for you.” Crack! “That’s all about to end.” Crack! “Your days of acting like hot shit are over.” Crack! “I’m going to make you submit to my authority.” Crack! “I’ll mold you into a good boy.” Crack! “And you-“ Crack! “-will-“ Crack! “-obey-“ Crack! “-me!” CRACK!

I had tears in my eyes now…I couldn’t take it. “AAH! Huu…huu…p-please…sir!”

“Have you had enough yet boy?”

“Yes sir, I have!”

Crack! “Wrong answer boy. You deserve all of that and more.”

“Y-you’re right sir! I deserve so much punishment for how I’ve acted. But please, stop! I’ll be a good boy from now on, I will!”

“You will?”

“Yes sir! I promise that I will,” I said quickly.

“You’ll do what I say?”

“Yes sir, anything sir.”

“Alright boy, I’ll give you a chance. But if you don’t listen very carefully, I’ll spank you again.” He wasn’t playing around.

“I understand sir.”

“Alright.” I could feel him untie my legs from each other and the desk. “When I get off of you, stand up. Don’t pull your shorts up.”

I was worried about trying to stand after being held down for so long, but I didn’t want to be punished again. So I just said, “Yes sir.”

He finally stood up. I felt like I could breathe a lot easier now. I didn’t even think about trying to run; I just used the wall to prop myself up. “Now…we’re gonna make sure you stay a good boy.”

“I-I will sir, I promise!”

“You can promise all you want boy, but it’s easy for a good boy to become a bad one. I need to make sure that won’t happen to you.” I guess I looked scared, because he said, “Don’t worry boy. I won’t have to punish you anymore if you listen to me. Understand?”

“I understand sir.”

“Good boy.” He reached down and roughly took hold of my cock. I flinched at the touch, but it made me realize that…I had a complete hard-on. I was confused more than anything. Almost like he knew what I was thinking, Mr. Knight asked “Do you know why you’re fully hard boy?”

I shook my head. “No sir.”

He started stroking me a bit through my underwear. Why did it feel so good…? “It’s because jocks like you are all the same. You act tough, try to assert yourself, but when the chips are down, you always fold.” I must have still looked baffled, because he went on. “When a real man steps up and disciplines you, guys like you can’t handle it. All of your false cockiness washes away and you become…subservient.” I could feel a wet spot forming on my briefs. “That is your true place…as a good, obedient boy.” He took his hand from my package just as I felt I was about to cum.

His words were confusing me…the room felt like it was spinning, but I wanted to know more. I could think of nothing to say but, “Yes sir.”

“Show me your cock. Don’t take your briefs off.”

“Yes sir.” I stuck my dick through the hole in the front of my underwear. My erection was at full mast still.

Mr. Knight scoffed. “Is that what you call an erection boy?” I’m sure I blushed. I always thought I was pretty big, at least from what I was told. “I suppose you could satisfy a woman with that thing. But no man would take that in their ass. You wouldn’t get him to feel a thing!” I felt…sad somehow. I couldn’t understand why he was saying this to me. Again, seeming to read my mind, he said, “I’m trying to show you your place boy.”

“My…place, sir?”

“Yes boy. With an ass like that, you were born to take a big cock. It’s what’s natural for you, but you’ve been denying it your whole life with all that bravado. It’s not all your fault though. Society tells you that it’s natural you’d date a woman just because you’re a boy. But that’s not true of all boys. No, boys like you are made to be submissive to real men…men like me. That’s why I’m telling you this.”

“So, my place is in service to a real man sir?”

“That’s right boy. And I’m going to show you your place. Put your dick away, take your shirt off, and get on your knees.”

“Yes sir!” I did everything that he asked me as fast as I could. I came face to face with a big bulge. It looked fake, but I knew it couldn’t be.

“Good boy.” He pushed down his pants and underwear in one smooth motion and his cock popped out. I didn’t usually focus on the men in porn, but I had no doubt that the dick in front of me could at least match any one in an xxx rated movie. I couldn’t believe what was I was seeing. “This is the dick of a real man. This is your master. It’s what you were made for. Now…who is the real man between us?”

“You are sir.”

“I am what?”

“You’re the real man sir.”

“And what are you?”

“I’m just a boy…a good boy who serves your real man cock sir.”

He looked pleased with my answer. “That’s right boy.” He removed his remaining clothes, becoming completely naked. He stepped toward me, his rod completely solid, and put it on my right cheek, with his pubes shoved against my nose. His smell was strong, like an entire locker room. I wanted to lick him, but he cautioned me, “Keep your tongue in your mouth.”

“Yes sir.”

“Do you feel it throbbing boy? Feel how hot it is?”

“I do sir.”

“You want to make it feel good, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes I do sir!”

“Only good boys get to taste my dick. Are you a good boy?” He dragged his shaft along my cheek, leaving a trail of precum behind.

“Yes sir, I’m a good boy sir!”

His rod was lined up with my mouth now. “Good…but before we continue…thank me for punishing you earlier.”

I nodded. “Yes sir. Thank you for punishing me. I deserved it.”

“Why did you deserve it?”

“I was an asshole sir. But you made me into what I was made to be…a good boy to serve you.”

“That’s right. Good boy. Open.” I did and he pushed all of his length into my mouth.

“Mph!” I gagged.

“I’ll accept it this once, but I want you to remember, a good boy doesn’t talk with his mouth full. Relax your throat.” I tried my best to do so and he thrust in again. I still made a sound this time, but it was much smaller. “Better. We’ll work on your gag reflex boy, but I can see you’re trying your hardest.” Another push. “More tongue.” Yet another. “I said more tongue.” Once more. “Watch your teeth.”

We continued this way, with him thrusting all the way into me, giving me feedback, and then repeating the action as soon as he was finished with his sentence. I wasn’t sure how long this went on for, but it felt like a long time. I didn’t notice it at first, but he eventually stopped saying things between his thrusts. I was sucking dick like he wanted now. And then he started getting faster…and faster…and faster. He didn’t compliment me while he was doing this, he just moved his iron rod in, then out, in, then out.

I closed my eyes, trying to focus all of my energy on sucking his cock. Damn, even with my eyes closed, I could feel how big he was in my mouth. His dick pulsed and felt like fire on my tongue. I could feel the kinks and veins on it and I wanted to lick all of them. His cock…was perfect. Like two puzzle pieces fitting together, it was like it perfectly fit in my mouth. His dick was mine and my mouth was his.

Mr. Knight spoke, but didn’t stop thrusting “Ah, there it is. You’re only thinking about my dick now, aren’t you boy?” Knowing I shouldn’t speak, I nodded. “You need it, don’t you?” I nodded again. “Well, you’ve been a real good boy and good boys get rewarded. So you’re gonna get all of me.” He pulled his shaft fully out of my mouth, disappointing me. It was coated in my spit. “Stand up and turn around.”

His wish was my command. “Yes sir.”

Mr. Knight stood behind me for a second and then I heard a rip. He had torn the back of my underwear open. I then felt my ass cheeks being pulled apart. “Here’s all of me boy.” And suddenly…I wasn’t anal virgin anymore. He didn’t start slow. He was at what full on fucking speed would be for most people from the start. But that wasn’t his maximum, not this beast. No, he only got quicker from there. It was a gear that most men just don’t have.

“AAAH!” I yelled as he absolutely dominated me.

“Yeah, scream for me!” he growled.

“G-GAAH! AH!” I was wrong before; his dick didn’t belong in my mouth, it belonged in my ass. He was telling the truth, my ass was made to take cock. His cock. I was made for him.

“Your teacher is fucking your ass boy.” He didn’t slow down. He couldn’t. He was in full overdrive now. “Your teacher dominated you and made you his good little boy. Now his big cock is all the way up your ass!” Everything he was saying was obvious, but it sounded so hot. It was sending pleasure throughout my whole body. “What would the baseball team say if they saw you like this? If they saw their star player being fucked like the little bitch he is?” I was completely obsessed with the way I felt at that moment. “You’re gonna shoot soon, huh boy?” Through my moans, I managed to nod. He picked me up without removing his dick and we moved to his chair. “Last test. Fuck yourself on my big dick boy.”

I said nothing, I only started bouncing on the cylinder pushing into me. I felt hazy in the best way possible. Pleasure overwhelmed me. I couldn’t tell the difference between me pushing down onto his cock and him thrusting up, but I didn’t care anymore. I needed him inside me. His cum needed to bust out and I needed to feel it in my asshole. Even though I was on the verge of cumming too, it didn’t matter. All I could think about was what was below me. A giant dick in my ass. My chemistry teacher’s dick in my ass. My dominator’s dick…the dick I would serve…the dick that was my master…a real man’s dick…in my ass. And I was the good boy taking it. Yeah…yeah, I’m a good boy!

“Okay boy…shoot it!”

We both released our loads. Both were large, spurt after spurt of semen on my chest and in my ass. I finished first, many seconds before Mr. Knight’s massive orgasm stopped. I didn’t mind; he could cum inside me forever for all I cared. Finally, he stopped and took in a deep breath.

“You aren’t just a good boy…you’re my good boy,” he said firstly. With his cock still where it belonged, he kissed me on the lips. And I kissed him back. Once he pulled away, he said, “I lied a little. That was the last test. Great job my boy. You’re such a good boy.”

I relaxed my head in his shoulder, completely spent. “Thank you sir,” I said, heaving.

“You’re gonna stay good, right my boy?”

“Yes sir…” I said dreamily.

“Good…” He kissed me once more and then sighed. “Well sorry, but sir has to take his dick out of you now. Otherwise I might end up fucking you again.”

I chuckled. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

He returned my laugh. “I know you wouldn’t my boy, but I shouldn’t. Your ass can’t take it right now.”

It was my turn to sigh. “I understand sir.”

He lifted me off of him and made sure I was steady. “You ass is leaking boy. You want to clean that out?”

I shook my head. “No sir. I love your cum.”

He smiled. “That’s my boy.” He looked at the scraps of my briefs. “Sorry about your underwear boy. Tell you what, I’ll buy you new ones.”

I couldn’t resist a gift from my sir. “Th-thank you sir!”

“You’re welcome my boy.” He started to get dressed and I did the same. “You said you had gym next, right?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well, I’ll go down and talk to the coach, give him a reason for your absence. You stay right here and I’ll drive you home when I’m done.”

Later, when we pulled into my driveway, I looked at him. “Well, this it.”

“Listen my boy,” he started, “when you sit on your sore ass later and you feel that pain…let it remind you of who dominated you and why.”

“I will sir.” I nodded.

“And if you ever feel like you might be a bad boy again, come see me and we’ll get it straightened out.”

I hesitated. “What if I…just want to see you again?”

He smiled and kissed me, his trademark power still there. “Hah…I think I can make that work.”

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The end of my first week in a new city with a new job and I was exhausted. Relaxation topped my list of priorities; I did not want to make my own dinner or have to clean the dishes. I hoped that one of my new coworkers might ask me to join him or her for a Friday night meal, but everyone skedaddled out of that office, and at 4:30, I was alone. I organized my desk for Monday and turned off the lights.

As I stood in front of the Brady building, I took a good look around for the first time. To my left and in front of me the buildings were much taller. To the right, shorter buildings and more trees seemed to dominate.

It was too early to eat, so I decided that a quick trip to the craft store was in order. I knew the store was to the north, so I turned left and headed that way. I had learned to knit when I was young; a skill my maternal grandmother taught me. A skill my father beat me for doing. (He also broke my knitting needles.) So I did it in secret; I found it relaxing. I spent way too much time trying to decide which color to get. Needles were on sale for fifty percent off, so I got a new pair of 5mm bamboo. I decided to do a scarf for winter, something easy so I could watch TV or listen to music.

It was dark when I walked out onto the street, and I was sure I headed in the right direction. I knew that I had seen a Thai restaurant near my apartment, but somehow, the area kept looking less and less familiar. As I passed in front of a place that was actually named Kelly’s, I decided to go in, possibly get a sandwich, a drink, and directions to my apartment.

I noticed right away that there were only men inside. Some of them were drinking at tables, and a few sat at the bar. None of the men seemed to be interested in talking to one another; they all had their eyes glued to the TV. The sound was on, but it was barely audible. The closed captions kept those interested in the announcers up to date. I asked the barkeep if I could get a bite to eat, and he offered hamburgers, cheeseburgers, or a BLT.

Choosing a BLT and a Coke, I took a seat at the far end of the bar, away from everyone else, and a perfect spot to keep my eye on the entire place. It didn’t take long for a sandwich, a can of Coke, a glass with some ice, and a napkin to be unceremoniously dumped in front of me. I kept watching the customers of the establishment as they drank their beers and watched the TV screens. There was little conversation, and even the people sitting at the same table seemed to have no interest in each other.

I had asked the barkeep for the fastest way to get back to my apartment, and he had sketched a little map. It seems that in the darkness, I had turned north instead of south. (I also found out later that the craft store had their registers on the west side of the store with an exit, and I had come in on the east side.) With my way home mapped out, I relaxed and sipped on the rest of my soda.

About then, a man about five foot ten (there was a height measurement scale next to the door) walked in. His blond-brown hair was short on the sides and a little longer on top, and he had scraggly bangs. His hair is what I noticed first. He took a look around the place and then sat at the other end of the bar. He didn’t even look my way. The barkeep asked him what he wanted, but I didn’t hear his answer.

What I did hear was one of the men, from the table closest to the TV, scraping his chair against the floor as he got up. His Green Bay jacket fell to the floor. He walked over to the bar with determination. “What the fuck are you looking at?”

The new guy seemed confused, and he just looked at the man.

“I saw you eye-fucking me, faggot,” the man growled.

“Hey! None of that,” yelled the barkeep.

I’m not sure why, but I felt compelled to help. I stood up and moved quickly to the two men. “Hey, bro, I didn’t see you come in.” I put my hand on his shoulder.

“Fucking queers.”

“Let’s get out of this place,” I said, looking directly into the eyes of the confused man. I knew that even if Mr. Green Bay was sent back to his seat, there’d be tension in the place. I put my hand on his shoulder and guided him toward the door, and we went out onto the sidewalk.

“Are you OK? What’s your name?”

“Victor. I’ll be fine. Thanks.” He leaned against a metal lamp pole and heaved a sigh.

The barkeep came out to us. “I’m sorry about that. We don’t tolerate that behavior. I’m going to tell him to leave, but I didn’t want him to come out here and bother you.

Victor just stared at him.

“Thanks for that. We’re going to be going.” I put my hand on Victor’s elbow. “Let’s go this way.” Victor followed along. I noticed that he seemed rather sad. “My name’s Patrick,” I told him. “I’m new to town, so I haven’t made any friends yet.”

Victor smiled. “You made one tonight. I thought that guy was going to beat the shit out of me. My heart’s still beating fast.”

“Yeah, he was kind of big, but you seem to be in pretty good shape.”

“I’m not flabby, but I really don’t have a lot of strength. He would have pulverized me.”

“He would have had the two of us to take on.” I smiled. “I saw you when you came in. You looked as if you were searching for someone, but I didn’t see you doing anything that should have upset him.”

“I wonder…”

“What?” We continued walking down the street.

“The truth is that I was supposed to meet someone there. He was going to be wearing a green jacket. But I didn’t see anyone in a green jacket, so I thought he might be running late.”

“That guy had a Green Bay jacket, but he wasn’t wearing it. Had you not met the guy in the green jacket before?”

“No.” He hesitated. “I met him on adam4adam.com.” Victor clenched his teeth.

I don’t think Victor meant to out himself. He grabbed the fingers of his left hand with his right. I wanted to put him at ease. He was the first person I’d met that I was actually having a conversation with. “So you’re gay, too?”

Victor dropped his head and watched the sidewalk in front of his feet as we kept walking. “Yeah.” It was more of a mutter. Then stopped and turned to me. “You’re gay?”

“Yeah.” I tried to say it as if it were no big deal.

“I can’t believe it,” said Victor. “I’ve been here for about a month, and I haven’t met anyone I could really talk to. I’ve been so lonely, and I’ve been horny, too, and I thought maybe I could meet someone online. I’ve been talking to this guy for about a week. Well, chatting with him.”

I understood how he felt.

“The guy online, his name was Steve, he wanted to meet almost right away. I did too, but I was nervous. Maybe that wasn’t the best way to meet someone.”

“I was on there for a while, before I moved here. It just seemed like a place to meet people for a hook-up, not a place to meet friends. And who knows, maybe that Steve guy got cold feet. For all we know, maybe the guy with the green jacket was the same guy, and he was using you. Yelling at you to look big in front of his friends. Either way, he’s an asshole. It could just be a coincidence. Your online date guy could have had something come up that kept him from getting there.”

“I had hoped to find a new friend tonight.”

“I think you did. I just met you, but I like you.”

“And based on what you did, I know that you’re a special guy. Not many people would do that for a stranger.” There was a pause in the conversation, but neither of us felt compelled to try to fill it. “Hey, I’m hungry. What do you say we grab a bite to eat.”

“Are you up for some Thai?”

“I’ve never had any,” he laughed.

“Then that’s what we’re having.” Again silence as we walked.

We stopped at a corner, and Victor pushed the button for the crosswalk. “Thank you. Thank you for everything.” He reached over and pulled me in for a hug. Our heads bumped just slightly. “Oh. Wow, you smell really good.”

I turned to look at him. He was watching the signal on the other side. His face was in profile, and I saw a smile.

We sat across from one another in the Thai restaurant. We had a seat in the back corner, and Victor seemed to love the Tom Kha soup. I studied his face. His dark eyes seemed just a little too close together. His left eyebrow was higher than the right. His ears seemed to be about an inch too big, and they stuck out just a little. His nose was the perfect width for his face, and it was straight until the very tip where it angled out just a little. His lips were just a little too thin, and they weren’t even, and when he smiled, his right side lifted up more than his left. While his lower jawline was straight, it was thinner than it should have been for the size of his head. The dimple in his chin was off-center, a little to the right. He was so attractive that I wanted to jump over the table and start kissing him.

When he finished the soup, he nodded approval. “I liked it; I liked it a lot.” He reached his hand across the table and touched my fingertips with his.

It was time for some serious questions. “So what kind of work are you in?”

His demeanor seemed to change. “I wash dishes.” He looked down at his soup bowl.

“You say that as if you’re ashamed. Don’t be. That’s honest work, Victor.”

“I work for my brother-in-law. He runs the restaurant. He doesn’t think it would look good if I were a waiter. Nepotism and all that.”

“Where is this restaurant?”

“It’s the Snooty Pig over on thirty-fourth.”

“I’ve heard of it,” I lied. “I hear they have impeccably clean silverware.”

Victor looked up at me and stared for several seconds. Then a smile crept across his cute face. “You’re being silly. I moved here to work in a forensics lab. I’ve got an Associate’s Degree in forensics. But before the place opened there was some sort of corruption investigation involving the company. The job disappeared. I’ve been staying with my sister and my brother-in-law and trying to decide what to do. My brother-in-law asked me to help him out.”

The waitress brought Pad Thai and Pad See Ew to the table, and we shared it. “I think what you’re doing is fine,” I told him.

Putting his fork down, Victor looked straight at me. “Maybe all this has happened so I could meet you. Maybe you’ll think I’m weird, after all, we just met, but I’m the happiest right now than I’ve been in months. Do you think the last hour could be a foretaste of what’s to come? I mean, for us?”

“Well, Victor, you’ve certainly elevated my dopamine levels.”

“That’s awfully nerdy of you to say. I know that’s a brain hormone.”

“It means I’m really attracted to you.”

“You are, Patrick?”

I nodded.

He smiled. A few moments later, he squirmed a little in his seat.

“Are you OK?” I asked him.

“I popped a boner,” he told me under his breath.

I whispered back, “I’ve had one since you started eating your soup.”

During the rest of our meal, we tried to steer the conversation away from anything that could swell the manhood we kept in our briefs. I put my name and number on his phone, and he put his in mine. I snapped a few pictures of him. He did the same. We were just leaving the restaurant when I received a notification that it would start to rain within ten minutes. We said good-bye even though we both admitted that we didn’t want the evening to end. We stood awkwardly for a moment and then Victor hugged me. I felt my dick swell again. I reached up to grab his head with my hands and poked him with one of my knitting needles. I dropped that hand, but pulled him with the other and kissed him so he would never forget what my lips felt like.

He stepped back. “I feel like I’m falling in love,” he said and turned to head home.

“Text me when you get there,” I demanded. Then I started back to my place. I hoped he wouldn’t get caught in the rain.

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When I got to my tiny apartment, I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and crawled into my bed. The mattress was right next to the window, and with the lights off in the room, I pulled the shade up and looked out onto the street. A few drops smacked the window, but it was light. I wondered how far Victor had to go before he got home, and I hoped he would stay dry. I tried to read a chapter in the book I usually read before going to sleep, but I kept wondering what he would have said had I invited him back to my place.

I kept reminding myself that he had not brought any overnight bag with him, so he wasn’t planning to spend the night away from home. He didn’t seem to be the kind of man who slept around. I wanted a guy who was monogamous, who played safe. I didn’t expect a virgin, but I did want someone, who like me, had been selective with partners. Other people may view sex as just playing around, but for me, it was something special, a shared event between people who cared for one another.

I wondered whether I should text him and decided against it. I asked him to text me when he got home safely.

I realized that I needed to pee. I drank way too much tea with my meal. On the way back to bed, I grabbed the yarn and needles and cast on 30 stitches while occasionally glancing out the window. I started a 2×2 rib, and I had done about five rows when I decided to do the entire scarf in that pattern. I wondered whether the color would look good on Victor.

The chirp from the phone startled me. The text from Victor read: “Got home a few minutes ago. Kids are asleep. Sis and Bill watching TV. In bed. U still up?”

Me: “Still up. Looking out the window. Only sprinkles here. Waiting for your text. Did U get wet?”

Victor: “Not really. Just misty. Had the best time with U. Didn’t want it to end.”

Me: “When do I get to see U again?”

Victor: “Work until 2 tomorrow. Off on Sunday.”

Me: “Spend the afternoon, evening with me?” Should I push it?

Me: “Night, too?” Please don’t think I’m a slut.

Victor: “I love it. Yes.”

Me:

Victor:

Me:

Victor: “Going to sleep now so I can stay up all night tomorrow kissing U”

Me: “Sleep well”

I was surprised at how fast I fell asleep, but I woke up in the middle of the night with a nightmare. Victor and I were on a little boat in the middle of huge waves. No land was visible. I thought we would capsize and drown. When I woke up, I discovered that I’d left the blinds open, and it was pouring rain. The occasional thunderbolt lit the sky. I found it interesting that my mind had already put us together to battle the elements. I closed the blinds and grabbed the extra pillow. I held it against me and imagined that it was Victor.

I could not believe how good I felt when I got up the next morning. The apartment seemed to be darker than it should have been for eight o’clock. I looked out and saw that it was still raining. The weather forecast told of a day filled with rain, occasional thunderstorms, and gusty winds. It didn’t sound like a day to take a ferry or to head to the beach.

My phone chirped, and I saw that Victor had texted me just before six this morning. “At work, can’t wait to C U. Weather is shit. Want to binge-watch Star Trek, Star Wars, old sci-fi, Ben-Hur? Your choice or something else. Off at 2.”

My imagination saw me snuggled next to him watching movies on TV, a perfect solution to a rainy day. I thought for a minute and texted back, “Old Sci-Fi sounds fun. I’ll take care of food, popcorn, drinks: soda, tea, water (other?), snuggle blanket. Anything else?”

I didn’t get a text back right away, but I knew I wouldn’t. He was at work. I decided to run to the grocery store, or the “market” as they called it around here. I got enough to keep up stocked with food and drink through Sunday. I also got a small bottle of rum and one of whiskey. I didn’t know if he drank, but I was prepared. Just a little before one, I had a snack and went back to knitting the scarf. My apartment was spotless. Condoms and lube were hidden near the head of the bed. I didn’t want to pressure him; I just wanted to be prepared.

I put on some music and began working on the scarf. My phone rested on the window sill, and I glanced at it from time to time. The dark sky continued to threaten more rain. I kept knitting.

About ten after two, my phone chirped. A text from Victor. I was smiling just to see his name on the screen. “Heading home to get movies and my bag. Will call when close.” A few minutes after three, the phone rang. Victor told me he was just a few blocks away. I went downstairs and onto the sidewalk to make sure he didn’t walk past. I saw him a little way up the hill and began to wave. He spotted me right away and waved back. With that little gesture, he wiped away months, maybe years, worth of loneliness.

Before long, we were snuggled on the couch watching ‘When Worlds Collide.’ I’d seen it when I was a kid, but I had forgotten the name of it. I loved it when the little boy was rescued. I hated that the doctor was thrown over for the pilot because I thought the doctor was much better looking. I wondered if any gay people were rescued at the end.

Victor pushed the eject button on my player and then wiggled so he could whisper in my ear. “I know we just met, and it’s too soon, but I like getting fucked. I’ve only done it twice, and I knew the guys really well. And, maybe it’s too much information too soon, but I want to tell you everything.”

“Well,” I whispered back. “I’m glad you can trust me. I don’t think guys should fuck until the fourth date. If you last that many dates, then I think you have a chance for more, but honestly, you’re so cute and sexy that I want to go to bed with you on our second date.”

“So we need to wait until tomorrow?” Victor sounded sad.

“No, silly. This is our second date.” I kissed him. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and played with it using my tongue.

“Fuuuck,” he exclaimed. “No one’s ever done that to me.” He immediately rolled around, undid my pants, and began sucking my dick through my underwear. I got hard almost instantly.

Victor looked up into my face. He was so adorable. I wanted him, and I didn’t want to wait. “Do me,” he said. “Put your dick in me.”

I grabbed his shoulders and pushed him back on the couch. I pulled down on his pants as he pushed down. He jerked them off and spread his cheeks with his hands. I pushed the elastic band of my shorts and underwear down and used spit to wet his hole. I pushed my dick into him without a thought other than how much I needed to be inside him.

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

I began to piston in and out of him. He gasped and grunted, “Fuck, oh, yeah, shit, and give it in random order. His ass felt so warm and wet and tight. It was unlike anything I had imagined. I leaned forward and kissed him. He licked my chin, and I slammed into him and came. I was breathing really hard and I relaxed my arms. As I came to rest, my chest against his, my dick plopped out of his ass.

“Wow,” he shivered. “That was fucking great. I can feel your fish swimming inside me.”

I laughed.

“No, I mean it.” His face became stern and serious. He reached between us and pushed on his lower abs. “They’re right there. They’re swimming upstream. They’re trying to get me pregnant.”

I raised my eyebrows. It was completely involuntary. I tried to keep a poker face.

“Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I got pregnant from our first time?” He smiled.

Victor was unhinged. I began to wonder how I could get away from him.

“Oh, oh, it feels like little pinches. Your sperm are trying to get in. Oh, yeah,” he smiled, “I think one of them did it. Patrick. This is so exciting. Patrick, you should see your fucking face. I’m shitting you, man. I can see the sweat break out on your brown.” Victor started to laugh. “You so fucking bought that I had lost my mind.”

“You fucking shitwad,” I said, and I started laughing, too. “I’m glad you liked that so well, because I ain’t fucking you again.”

“You know you are.”

“Nope. I’m going to take a shower and wash your shit off my dick.”

“That’s not shit; that’s cum.” He grinned.

“I’m sending you home.”

“No, you’re not. You’re going to take me into the shower with you, and then we’re going into your bed to fuck some more.”

I turned and pushed my index finger into his chest and took a deep breath. “Hell. You already know me too well.”

He kissed me again. “Let’s call that our first argument. We can have make-up sex after the shower.”

I shook my head. “No, we’re going to have make-up sex in the shower.”

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Besiktas is an area of Istanbul which is not on the main tourist drag, although it contains a grand waterside palace and the grounds of one of the city’s football teams, which doubtless generates a lot of rivalry between it and Galatasaray and Fenerbahce. Even so, it is in the older part of the city and is a pleasant place to stay, and it, also, I discovered, has a Turkish hammam which does not feature in the guide books. I found out when it was open, and sought it out in the streets nearby. It was quite a grand building, but like much of Istanbul, somewhat faded. I went in.

I don’t speak Turkish and nobody spoke English, but the receptionist did speak German, so we spoke in German. I agreed the price for a bath and massage, and he gave me a thin towel and a pair of clogs, and indicated my cubicle, which had a window in the door and a bench.  It was in view of the receptionist, so I had to trust him with my valuables hidden in the cubicle. I stripped off, tied the towel around my middle, and put on the clogs. I ambled off.

First stop was the shower. I did strip off in the warm water, and soaped myself all over, paying attention to armpits, crotch and bum crack. I dried off, hung the small wet towel around my middle, balanced awkwardly in the clogs, and set off for a Turkish bath.

The wash-and-massage room was domed and circular, with a huge polygonal marble dais on which a handful of men, all near-naked Turks, all middle-aged, were lying either on their fronts or their backs, all wearing just towels, being washed or massaged by the team employed by the hammam. Around the outside wall were what looked like a circle of urinals, but on closer inspection they were rinsing stations. I looked around and a man came over to me. I was thrilled by what I saw and prayed that I did not get an erection.

My bather, and masseur, introduced himself as Ahmed. He was actually only around average height and around forty years old, but he was huge, with massive broad shoulders, thick arms and legs, a broad, deep chest, a firm, rounded belly and big hands and feet. He was also covered in black fur, especially across his chest, under his arms, and just above his arse crack at the bottom of his back, where his towel was wrapped tightly around him. His scalp, of course, was totally bald and shining, and his smiling features were those of an Ottoman soldier, above a long, thick beard. I have to say that I don’t quite get Turkey and Turkish men. Homosexuality is legal in secular Turkey, but not exactly welcomed, rather like the UK in the late 1960s. Turkish men have far fewer inhibitions about touching other men, as evidenced by oil wrestling, in which the contestants wear just leather shorts, and cover each other in olive oil before wrestling, which involves putting your hand down your opponent’s shorts and grabbing their arses, or putting your hand down the front. How on earth does that not involve grabbing your opponent’s oily cock and balls? On the other hand, if you are in the hammam and you are naked, a masseur will approach you with a towel extended as if you were on fire, whereas in Europe, even in prissy Ireland or the UK, nobody would care. There is also the history of the hammam in Ottoman times, when Christian boys from the conquered lands of Europe were brought to the hammam to work as boy prostitutes, paid by the orgasm. I had to assume, then, that the men who worked in the bath were not uncomfortable to touch you in an intimate way, but that they were definitely not gay. Sadly.

Ahmed was a beast. I gazed at his huge, broad, hairy chest in awe. This man was going first to wash me, which meant that I was made to lie down face down. Ahmed stood over me, his bare feet planted either side of. He covered me in foam so that I almost disappeared, and he began to clean me with a sponge mitten. Feet and legs were cleaned first, and his sponge mitten was reaching right up into my bum crack. Was this normal? I felt a stirring in my cock, but fortunately I was still face down. He now cleaned my back, neck, head and arms. I was turned over, and I now disappeared again in a hill of white foam. His sponge mitten roamed up and down my legs, reaching up to my bollocks, and indeed, once or twice cleaning my cock and balls in their entirety. Was I imagining that? Was it normal? He moved on to my front, washing my front, even scrubbing my head with a ferocity which would have pleased my mother. I was led off to the rinsing station, sat on the stone floor whilst Ahmed kneeled on one leg and rinsed the foam off me from head to toe. In the midst of this I am sure that for a brief moment I saw Ahmed’s long cock as he moved around, his towel riding up, and it was a long, thick, circumcised weapon perched on monstrous balls, primed to attack from its nest of close-clipped pubic hair. The towel then came down, but I had now fallen for Ahmed. Now rinsed, Ahmed bade me to stand up. He produced a clean, dry towel, and indicated that I should change towels. For a few seconds I stood there quite naked, slightly erect, with Ahmed the hairy bear looking at me. I wanted to be fucked right there on the spot, but that was never going to happen, and I soon wrapped the towel around me, hoping that Ahmed liked what he saw.

The massage began with me lying on the warm marble dais on my front. I have seen footage of massages in a hammam where men are bent into all kinds of strange positions, but this was not the case. What was true was how thorough and how deep the massage was, as Ahmed worked first my feet, and then worked upwards. My calves were split apart. His massive hands dug into my thighs, and the towel was lifted over my bare arse as he drove elbows deep into my buttocks. He worked my back, shoulders and neck before turning me over and beginning again. I watched excitedly as this huge bear worked my body with his big strong hands, the front of my thighs, my tummy, my pectorals, where he seemed to isolate and punish every muscle. He straightened me out, placed my arms across my chest and pressed down. Something seemed to explode in my head and I saw stars, but Ahmed had simply corrected something in my back. He finished with my arms. Afterwards, I felt so relaxed and  tired and weak, and limped away to my cubicle, where I went inside.

Ahmed the bear led me off away from the main part of the baths to a side room, which was a smaller, more private version of the main part, pushed the door to and ripped away his towel. Naked, he was even more magnificent, his long, thick, cut cock starting to stand up from a black fuzz of close-clipped pubic hair and away from a massive pair of balls. He moved towards me and pulled off my own towel, grinning. He looked admiringly at my stiffening cock, but pointed at his own magnificent tool reaching for the domed ceiling. I knelt obediently and took his gnarled, veiny knob into my mouth. It was a whopper, so thick that I had trouble opening my mouth to it, and so long that it was threatening to go down my throat, but I wanted to give him the best blowjob he had ever had. I adjusted my kneeling position to accommodate his massive cock, and he began to pump his arse, forcing my nose into his sweet-smelling pubic fuzz, a huge furry hand holding the back of my head in place, so that I could not move it away. Below his cock, his massive wrecking balls were starting to swing, grazing my chin. I reached up above his firm round hairy belly to his nipples, buried in a thick forest of chest hair, and began to play with them. It set him off going faster, as they were obviously wired to his superb cock. I thought I would choke. I could not understand why my gag reflex had not been triggered, but I was glad of that. His solid cock moved backwards and forwards in my mouth, faster and faster, his balls now tapping my chin, and I could suddenly feel his spunk leaving his balls, entering the bottom of his todger, and surging up his urethra. Suddenly, with a great roar from Ahmed, great jets of spunk were shot out of his cock down my throat, and I tasted his salty spunk. Ahmed still held his hand in place, although there was no chance of me not swallowing his tasty spunk, and slowly withdrew his cock. He held it near my mouth so that I could lick the last tasty dribbles of spunk off it. He said something in Turkish, but I could that he had not finished, and now wanted to fuck me. 

He indicated that I should kneel on the marble slab, and go down on all fours, like a dog. There was little finesse. His huge lubricated cock knocked on the door of my hole, and pushed slowly, gently but unstoppably through the outer sphincter muscle. He now smacked each of my arse cheeks hard one time each in turn, so that my hole widened of its own accord. My inner sphincter muscle now yielded, and I felt every inch of his great knob slide up into me, filling me, making me his: Ahmed now began to fuck me like a dog. His big meaty hands clamped themselves to my shoulder, holding me in place, and as he gained speed, I could feel his huge bollocks smacking against me, and his belly resting on the base of my spine. Every stroke of his thick dick was rubbing my prostate gland, and I could feel myself completely losing control. A surge of pleasure arose deep down in my ballbag. I could feel my spunk erupting uncontrollable in an intense orgasm over which I had no control, as Ahmed literally fucked the spunk out of me. I cried out. Ahmed was now pumping my arse like a steam train’s pistons, and his grip on my shoulders tightened, so I could not move. I was his. I was his fuck toy. He roared again as he came, filling my hole with more spunk from those huge spunk-factory balls. He held me for a moment until he was drained, and then withdrew, wiping his wet cock head on my arse. 

And then he was gone.

I awoke with a start. I had dozed off whilst sitting in the changing cubicle, so relaxed had I been after the bath and the massage. Sex with Ahmed had just been a dream, a wonderful dream. My cock was standing up like a pole, and had leaked some spunk. My towel had also slipped off. Embarrassed, I quickly wiped the spunk off, stood up and put on a shirt and some underpants, then, more slowly, finished off dressing. The masseurs had been walking past to the reception, and could no doubt see me asleep, cock sticking up. I had already paid, but I knew that I should leave a tip. To even greater embarrassment, Ahmed the bear was at reception when I handed over some Lira as a tip. The receptionist thanked me in appalling English. Ahmed turned round, and I had one last view of his immense hairy chest, belly and strong arms. He smiled, and as I left, I noted that there was something under his towel sticking out.

We called Brian, Shorty because, well, he was short. Shorty was a 28 year old, 5’5″, shaved head Egyptian guy with a killer smile and that gorgeous, naturally tan skin that filled out his business casual clothes quite nicely. And he was a sweet guy on top of everything else from what I was told. We worked in different departments so I didn’t know him that well, though I did admire him from a distance frequently.

Due to a vacancy in his department I was transferred over and was lucky enough to be assigned to train under him for two weeks. At the end of training we decided to go out Friday night and celebrate (at his request) which was fine by me as I like drinking, having fun and being around hot guys.

After a couple of hours of food, drink and merriment, we decided to call it an evening. Because of the drinking we had planned, we both took separate car sharing rides to get there, but decided to share one leaving. Shorty was quite touchy feely with me in the back seat of the ride which I enjoyed, but assumed it was the alcohol.

When we arrived at my place we both got out of the car. “Where are you going?” I asked him. “Thought we could continue the night here!” he said. “Why not! Let the night continue!” I said in the most nerdy voice I could muster as he followed me up the steps to my place.

Once inside, I went to relieve myself. When I came out, Shorty was already asleep on the couch. Party animal indeed! I covered him up as best I could and headed to my bedroom after a drink of water.

A couple hours later I awoke to Shorty getting in to bed with me. I was surprised initially but chalked it up to him being drunk. I was surprised when an arm came around me which pulled him up to me. We were spooning! And even though I had some drink still coursing through me, I was with it enough to pop a boner instantly. I was surprised to feel that Shorty had one as well. But we were in our twenties and that happened all the time.

Shorty positioned himself so his dick was right between my cheeks. It felt good but again: we are both young and drunk so I didn’t think much about it. But then I remembered the dreams.

For the two weeks I trained with him, I had constant sex dreams about this very scenario. Often times if I didn’t wake up and relieve myself manually, my body would do it for me. Thinking about these dreams, with my current lust and his dick at my butt, turned me on immensely. I tried to control my mind but my cock had a mind of its own. It was then I felt him kiss me.

I remembered any iota or dreaming I was doing at that time ceased-I was wide awake! Then another kiss. Then another. All on the back of my neck. I rolled over to wake him thinking this was happening as he was dreaming. I was surprised when I saw him wide awake.

He planted a wet kiss on my lips. His tongue darting around in my mouth. He rose up and we both instantly got naked. I remember his firm, warm body collapsing on me. I could feel every hard muscle in his body grinding against mine. I remember feeling his firm hairy ass in my hands as he twisted and contorted his hot little body around mine. He sat up and looked down at me. I remember the street light shining in through the blinds and bathing the right side of his body in a soft white glow. I could see his hairy chest and belly heaving with every breath he took. His wide and firm shoulders. His bald head and face, both with a days’ worth of stubble noticeable. But what I didn’t notice was how large his cock was. Not so much his cock (it was, I’m guessing, above average in length and girth) but the head of this thing was enormous! And it bounced up slightly with every one of his heart beats.

I didn’t get long to see it before his head went down and enveloped my own throbbing cock. How that little man was able to take my whole honest eight and a half inches of manhood was beyond me but I didn’t care. He slobbered on my knob like a pro. I moaned with delight for what seemed like hours but was only minutes.

He pushed my legs back and tongued my hairy hole. His skill at cock sucking was only surpassed by this. My eyes rolled back in to my head as I laid there and moaned like a baby, feeling him work me over. When he stopped I looked up trying to catch my breath I see him stroking and I thought he was about to blow but he grabbed me and spun me over on my stomach. The strength this short guy had was unexpected.

Once on my belly I felt his gigantic mushroom head pressing on my already wet hole. This was a dream coming true for sure! He pressed in and was met with resistance (I hardly ever bottom). “Open up that ass!” he commanded. His authoritativeness made me weak. It was nice to be submissive in bed for a change. Most guys I go for want me to the aggressor. And, in my dreams, that’s how Shorty was as well. But the truth is, I’m finding out, better than fiction.

Playing the game, I playfully tried to tighten up and make him work for it but he was having none of that. “Damn it” I heard him say as he pulled back for a second then place his monster against me again. I felt more lubricant (self supplied I’m assuming) and more pressure. His head punched through my first line of defence. I screamed in to the pillow. The pain was immediate. I felt split in two and he was just barely in. Could I handle this?

“Open up that hole man!” he said again. “I don’t know if I can” I admitted honestly. “I want to but I don’t…” He grabbed both of my arms from under my pillow and held them at the small of my back. This caused his weight to shift forward which dived him in deeper. I yelled in to the pillow again and he chuckled. “Training isn’t over yet” he said as he pushed another inch in to me. My body twisted like a fish out of water and even though I’m bigger than Shorty, he had me in his control. “Yes…” he said as he divided me in half with that monsterous head. I couldn’t breath as he pushed in more. And more. I held my breath until I felt like I was going to pass out.

I felt his hairy balls press against my own balls and I knew he was in-finally! He pulled out and did as much damage as he did going in. Then he slid back in again. The feeling of him inside me was not something I could put in to words succinctly. I had finally started to breath as the pain was replaced with pleasure.

He picked up the speed and changed the angle of attack. His cock was curved upward so he mirrored that motion with his thrusts. I could feel his balls slapping my balls.

He must have been leaking a lot because my hole got soaked and the wet slapping noises sent me in to a sexual rage. I raised up my ass and started to meet his thrust with thrusts of my own. But he didn’t like this. I guess he didn’t like to relinquish control. He took his right hand and grabbed my hair, forcing my face in to the pillow and placing his hairy chest and belly against my back. I could feel his coarse chest hair crunching down on my back. In this position he couldn’t do long deep thrusts so he switched to rapid short thrust.

I cried in pleasure as I heard him chuckling over my shoulder. “You like that? You like that dick in you, trainee boy?!” he asked. “Damn you’re tight!” All I could do was moan in pleasure.

As he continued I could feel his sweat dripping on me from his face. I felt him raise up which allowed me some movement so I could get some air. But that didn’t last long as his deep hard thrusts started again. I had to time my breaths with each thrust or I couldn’t breathe.

This entire time I couldn’t touch my own cock but it was getting worked between my stomach and the bed. So between this constant friction, a giant piece of Egyptian meat inside me and he commanding presence, I dumped my load between me and the bed.

I felt like this cumming would never end. But luckily my tight squeezing hole was what he needed as well with a pop he pulled his piece out of me and I felt gush after gush it hot man seen rain down on my back and back of my head. It seemed unnaturally hot on my skin. And there was a lot of it. I felt it running down my cheeks and sides as he continued to drop his load. Each load accompanied my a guttural scream/moan/growl from Shorty.

Eventually he stopped shooting and collapsed on top of me, his milk cementing us together. As he laid on top of me I could feel his chest starting to slow and his breathing return to normal, and I felt his dick, which did so much damage to me, starting to return to its normal size against my ass.

Eventually he pulled himself off of me with a velcro like sound. I rolled over and looked at him. His hairy chest and belly was saturated with sweat and semen, his head glistening with sweat and his eyes wide.

“That…was amazing…” he admitted. “Hell yeah it was. Where did you learn to do that?!” I asked. He laughed. “I don’t normally bottom” I admitted. “I could tell. But thank god you did. I’ve been waiting for this for weeks!” he told me.

“We need to seriously clean up” I said standing up. He tried to stand up but his knees buckled and he fell against me. “Need help stud?” I asked leading him in to the shower. “Lets do it together. I’m all about saving water” he said with a smile.

We lathered you and rinsed off together. I remember how his hairy muscles felt under the soap. I grabbed him a towel and tore off the bedsheets and tossed them in the washer.

He summoned a ride and left shortly after. I saw him the following Monday at work. We smiled at each other and finished our day at work. As I was walking to the car I heard him call me name. “Any plans tonight?” he asked. “Not really. Why do you ask?” I asked with a smirk. “Well I have this new report bossman wants done and he said you could train me…”

“Oh really? Well I could train you tonight, say 9pm?” I suggested.

“Sure. If I remember from last week, it’s going to be a long session” he coyly said.

“Oh you just wait. It will be a long and hard training.” I replied.

“Can’t wait” he said.

Neither can I Shorty. Neither can I.

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