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  • My Boy Barry and the slave

    It was two weeks before the guys thought about the two 19 year old slaves again. They had met Billy, except for Barry none of them had met Jason though. I had kept up with Jason’s training through Billy, he was more accomplished now at sucking dick and getting fucked. So I thought it might be fun to have like a porn show, with our two slaves doing whatever we told them to do with each other. I had the two of them do a gangbang together, Jason even managed to get through being fucked 15 times although he had cried on the way home because his ass hurt so bad. For the next couple of weeks I’ll just make sure he gets no more than 5 fucks at a time. Don’t want to damage the merchandise.

    We were all sitting around, having a breather between sexual escapades.

    “Hey guys, have any of you ever seen a porn movie?”

    “Nope, don’t know where to go see one” Barry said and the rest nodded.

    “That little store in the strip mall that says “Videos and Peeps” is one that has the movies in little booths, you pay 25 cents and it plays awhile. More quarters, more play. All kinds of movies, straight and gay.”

    “That sounds cool. Guess we can’t get in?” Charlie asked.

    “Nope, gotta be older to get in. There’s holes cut in the booths about waist high, leading to the booths next door”

    “What are those for?” Ronny said.

    “Well, a lot of guys go in there to suck dick, or get sucked. So if you see someone stick a finger in the hole, you stick your dick through if you want a blowjob and whoever is in there sucks you off. You never even know who it is.”

    “Wow, that’s hot.” Barry said. Remember, my boy is a serious cocksucker. “I’d love to suck everyone” and he laughed.

    “I was thinking, since you’ve never seen a porn movie, maybe we’ll have Billy and Jason come over and give us a live porn show. They can do anything we want them to do and watch. Or join in if you want.”

    Everyone smiled and nodded. So I called up Billy and Jason, told them to be over at 3pm tomorrow. All cleaned up and ready to go. Didn’t tell them what we had in mind, it would be a surprise. It had been a week since either of them had been used by anyone, other than each other. I’m sure both of them would be needing some dick. There was going to be an even bigger surprise for one of the brothers although they didn’t know it yet.

    I made sure we were all ready for the two of them to arrive at 3pm. Nobody had taken a shower today, may as well give them a treat, if it came to that. Barry had done his usual cleaning my ass in the morning, if I didn’t let him do that he might just try to wrestle me to the ground to get to my ass, he loves it more than anything. All of us were naked, as we heard the knock on the door at 259pm, I had them line up behind me and I opened the door. Jason and Billy came in the door fast and stripped before you could even say hello. The two of them now, with just their collars on, knelt at my feet, looking at the floor.

    “Hi there Billy and Jason, you can look up” and they looked up at me. Billy with a smile since I used his name, Jason a bit confused, I’d never used his name before when we were in a slave situation. “Do I need to have you two checked for any body hair?”

    “No master, I guarantee there’s not a single one on either of us”

    “Excellent. Follow me” and I walked into the spare bedroom, we had started calling it the “out of control fuck room” since that’s where people went to be one on one. Neither Billy nor Jason were sure what to do when I said follow me, so both of them crawled behind me on their hands and knees as I walked to the bedroom. Once we got in there I looked at the two of them, and the four brothers who were my lovers. “Stand up, hands behind your backs” Billy and Jason obeyed immediately. I loved seeing the two 19 year olds so smooth, not a pube in sight, legs smooth, chest, belly, ass. It made them look younger but the soft dicks were not that of a younger teen boy by any means. Jason was 7″ and thick, Billy 6.5″ and average. Billy wasn’t that much larger than the triplets, Jimmy, the older brother had him beat in thickness with the same length.

    “Are you curious about what we have planned for you?” I asked Jason.

    “No master, whatever you wish, I’ll do.” he responded. Yes, like a true slave. Billy evidently has been doing a great job on him, I’ll have to reward him.

    “You two get on the bed. None of these guys (I pointed to Jimmy, Ronny, Charlie and Barry) have ever seen a gay porn movie. So I want you to to make a porn movie for all of us. Be good in your acting, make us believe you really are into it.”

    Billy looked at Jason, then they moved together and kissed. I saw their hands moving, touching each other. Both of them were hard as they could get, a little precum visible on the ends of their dicks. Jimmy got up and walked around, looking at the two boys making out. Checking out the angles, watching their tongues move in each other’s mouths. Billy took control and pushed Jason down on the bed and climbed on top of the boy, grinding his dick against Jason’s as they kept on making out. All my guys hard hard dicks now, watching the two go at it. Billy flipped Jason again and I got a good look at Jason’s ass. I hadn’t had sex with him, his ass was nicer than I remembered, I was going to have to pound it soon. I saw Billy gently push on Jason’s head and the dark haired boy slowly licked down Billy’s body until he got to Billy’s dick.

    Jason looked at it for just a moment, picked it up off Billy’s stomach and slipped it in his mouth, going all the way down on that hard dick. He kept it in his throat and I could see him swallowing, really almost torturing the head of Billy’s dick. Jason pulled up, took a breath, went right back down on Billy. Billy pulled his head off, then flipped around and got on top. He took Jason’s dick in his mouth, at the same time Jason opened and Billy just rammed his dick balls deep in Jason’s throat. I heard both boys moan as they did this, it was obviously not the first time. Unless they were great actors they really are into each other.

    Barry was just sitting there, touching his own dick, watching my two slave boys go at it. I saw his mouth open just a little, tongue visible, I knew he wanted dick. That was his little tell but this time I had a surprise for my boy. “No playing with yourself boy” I said and his hands left his dick immediately. I loved how he obeyed every order of mine. “Come here” and Barry came to me, standing in front of me. I picked him up in my arms and walked to the bed.

    “Billy, Jason, stop sucking and sit up.” and the boys did as I ordered and looked at me. “I have a surprise for you two, and for you boy” I said, looking first at Billy and Jason, then at Barry.

    “What do you two think about my boy?”

    “He’s very hot master” Billy said.

    “Yes, really cute master” Jason added.

    I felt Barry shiver in my arms. “Boy, what do you think of those two?”

    “They are both great looking sir and they have nice dicks” he said and I could see him staring at their dicks.

    I went over to the bed and dumped Barry on it. “Billy, Jason, until I stop it, he’s your slave. Do whatever you want, just don’t damage him”

    I had secretly gone to all Barry’s brothers and told them what was going to happen. They were all grinning in anticipation of their brother being used. Even Jimmy, who was so confused about this type of relationship, he was eager to see what happened. Barry didn’t have any idea at all this was going to happen, I saw shock in his face. Barry was laying on the bed, his eyes wide, as the two 19 year olds turned to him, looking at his younger body and checking it out from head to foot. The expression on their faces were like hungry lions and Barry was a prey animal.

    Billy laid on the bed and looked at Barry “Boy, suck my dick” and Barry didn’t hesitate a second, he climbed between Billy’s legs and swallowed Billy’s dick all the way down his throat. Billy grabbed him by the head and started to fuck his mouth as hard and fast as he could, slamming into Barry’s throat. Normally a dick this size wouldn’t bother Barry at all but the power and harshness of Billy’s mouth fuck was making him gag over and over. Billy kept him about a minute and looked over at Jason. “Your turn” and Jason yanked Barry off Billy’s dick, turned him around and just rammed his dick down Barry’s throat. I heard more gagging, Jason’s dick was as big as mine, maybe even a tad bit larger around, he was having a hard time handling that size dick in his throat, at least moving as fast as Jason was going.

    Over and over I saw that dick penetrate Barry’s throat, you could see a bulge where it was outlined in his neck. Fuck this was so hot for me to see. I looked closer at Barry, he had been hard when I first tossed his ass on the bed but his dick wilted like a plant in dry heat. With Jason practically raping his mouth though his dick was back to hard as it could get. He’s enjoying being used. I know he’s enjoyed it when his brothers used him, obviously he loved it when I did it because I always did it harder than his brothers. It looked like Jason might just fuck Barry unconscious so I was ready to step in but he just yanked his dick out of Barry’s mouth and looked down.

    Barry’s chest was heaving as he got his breath back. He was staring up at Jason. “Fuck, I thought you knew how to suck a dick. You really need some lessons boy” Jason sneered and Billy laughed along with Jason. I saw Barry color, this was hitting close to home, Barry was proud of his cocksucking ability. “Well, you got something to say boy?” and he sneered at Barry but the boy just shook his head no. Billy sat up and pulled Barry over his lap.

    “Let’s look at his ass Jason” an they both pulled his cheeks apart. Barry had been fucked a lot of times by me and his brothers since we’ve all been lovers but his hole wasn’t all that used looking. Some bruising of course but not as much as Jason or Billy would have if you looked at theirs. “Wanna fuck him?” and Jason nodded yes.

    “You want us to fuck you boy?”

    “Whatever you want to do is what I want sir” Barry answered in a soft voice.

    The boys rubbed his ass then looked at each other and grinned. They brought their hands up and smacked his ass hard, on both cheeks and Barry squealed. Now, this was a new sensation for Barry. I had playfully spanked him and his brothers but that was a much harder slap than I ever gave his ass. They changed sides and gave him another smack on the ass and he really squealed.

    “Please, I swear I’ll do whatever you say.” and I saw some actual tears in Barry’s eyes. His dick though, when I caught a quick glimpse, still hard. No matter what his voice is saying, he loves this.

    “Whatever we say?” Billy asked, rubbing the red hand prints on Barry’s ass.

    “Yes sir, whatever. Anything. I’ll be good” he blubbered.

    “Come on then, I think we’ll give you a drink” Billy said and both Billy and Jason picked up Barry under his arms and unceremoniously dragged him to the bathroom where they put him in the tub, kneeling.

    “You thirsty boy?” Jason asked, taking his fingers and grabbing Barry’s chin.

    “Yes sir, if you want me to be sir”

    “Let’s see if you can drink piss better than you suck dick” and Billy stuck his dick in my boy’s mouth. “I’m gonna piss slow and you better not spill a drop or I’ll dry fuck your ass”

    I saw Barry nod and then I saw his eyes as the piss started to flow. Billy wasn’t going quite as slow as I usually did and the poor boy had to really work hard to swallow it all down. I was a little surprised that he managed it all but Billy didn’t really have to go all that bad. As soon as Billy pulled out Jason stuck his dick in Barry’s mouth and the boy closed his lips tight. Again, it was faster than I would do it and I saw Barry choke just a little as he tried to get in a breath between swallows. Jason finished quickly also and the two of them looked down at Barry. He was starting to look really used, his hair was a total mess, his body red from exertion, chest heaving a little as he caught his breath after drinking all the piss.

    Jason grabbed up Barry from the shower and headed back to the bedroom. “Let’s fuck him” he said to Billy, tossing Barry on the bed.

    “Get on your hands and knees boy” Billy yelled at Barry and he scrambled into position. Billy took lube on two fingers and shoved it up Barry’s ass and the boy yelled. I knew it was a surprise yell, two fingers up his ass with lube certainly didn’t hurt him. Jason had lubed up Billy’s dick and as soon as the fingers came out of Barry, Billy pushed his dick up the boy’s tight ass, balls deep, in one swift movement, getting another yell from the boy. As soon as he hit bottom Billy pulled out and started to fuck Barry hard, holding his hips tight. Jason went to his front and slapped Barry’s face with his dick and Barry opened wide. Jason grabbed his head and shoved his dick hard in the boy’s mouth and started to slowly pump, from head to pubes, over and over.

    Now Barry was sucking hard, giving that blowjob all he had while taking dick at both ends. The guys weren’t letting up on him because he was younger than they were, if anything they fucked him harder. Then they nodded and both pulled out and they changed positions. Jason’s dick was much larger than Billy’s dick and Barry’s eyes opened wide as that one was rammed inside him. At the same time Billy inserted his dick down the kid’s throat and they were at it again. I caught Billy’s eye and pointed at the clock, it was 345pm. I went over and showed him 430pm and he nodded and grinned and the guys kept on fucking Barry. Every 5 minutes they’d switch. The boy was starting to shake, it was hard to keep his position with the fucking he was getting. Every so often either Jason or Billy would drop most of their weight on his back, causing him to gasp around the dick in his throat.

    “Your ass is great boy and you’re sucking dick great too” Billy said, patting Barry’s head as he fucked the kids mouth. “We’re both gonna cum soon, you want it in your mouth or your cunt?”

    Barry tried to answer but very little noise escaped around the dick in his mouth. Billy pulled his dick out so Barry could speak.

    “Can I have your sperm in my mouth please sirs?” and both Billy and Jason growled almost.

    “Fuck yeah you can” Billy said and he started on his orgasm drive. Now he was trying to cum, wanting to see my boy eat his sperm. Neither he nor Jason had ever had a younger guy eat their cum, it was a huge turnon. I saw Billy’s speed pick up and his legs shook just a little. He pulled out all the way.

    “Open your mouth wide, I wanna watch my sperm fill your mouth up” and Barry’s mouth gaped open. I saw Billy’s dick get harder and he shot. That first shot was incredible, it was a solid stream of sperm, must have been 6″ long and almost jet powered. It disappeared and Barry gagged at the power of it slamming against his throat. “Stick your tongue out, don’t miss a drop” and Barry’s tongue came out. Billy rested his dick on it and kept on shooting. He finished up and nodded at Jason who pulled his dick out of Barry’s hole and came to his front.

    “Don’t swallow Billy’s cum, I wanna add mine to it” and with that Jason shot. His first shot wasn’t quite as pressurized as Billy’s but he had more quantity. I could see Barry’s little mouth just about filled up, he had to keep slightly tilting his head back so he didn’t lose any of it. Jason finished and wiped his dick on the boy’s tongue to get the last drop off.

    “Show your mouth to everyone” Billy said and Barry turned slowly around, his brothers crowding in to see the huge amount of sperm in Barry’s mouth. After showing them Barry turned back to Billy and Jason. “Go ahead, you can swallow it now” Billy said and I saw Barry’s mouth close. He didn’t swallow it right away, he swirled it around in his mouth, you could see the absolute enjoyment in the boy’s face as he savored the new taste of someone other than his brothers and me.

    He swallowed and opened his empty mouth. Billy and Jason took him in their arms and just kissed him over and over.

    “You did a great job” Billy said.

    “Yeah, fantastic” Jason added.

    Then, like they just thought of it, both of them reached down to Barry’s hard 5.5″ dick. He had been hard through this whole hours worth of being someone’s slave, his dick was all red in color. His nuts were drawn up tight to his body and I knew what that meant. He had been forcing himself not to cum for some time. I hadn’t thought to tell him it was okay to cum and without my permission he wasn’t going to cum. Both Jason and Billy scooted down and Billy sucked Barry’s dick in. He fucked his own face for about 20 seconds, passed the dick to Jason who did the same. Back to Billy, then Jason. This was torture to Barry, he wanted to cum so bad but I hadn’t said he could, neither Billy nor Jason thought to tell him he could. He was locked in his own cum denial and it was making him crazy. I saw Barry looking at me, pleading with his eyes to let him cum.

    I really hadn’t thought about it, I figured he’d cum when he wanted, now I realized what was going on. I nodded at him, giving him permission and I know Billy and Jason felt a difference in the boy’s dick. It was even harder now, the skin so tight it looked like it was going to split open.

    “I’m gonna cum” Barry wailed, almost screamed and Billy had Barry’s dick laying on his tongue, Jason was beside him, tongue out. The first shot from the boy was large and just disappeared in Billy’s mouth. Jason laid the dick on his tongue and a second shot made it halfway up the guy’s tongue, then back to Billy who got an oozing load that just came out of Barry’s dick. Jason took the dick and ran his hand up and down it, getting the last little bit of sperm and then both Billy and Jason pressed their mouths to the boy’s dick, kissing and licking it as Barry’s orgasm started to slow down. As Barry relaxed the two guys just relaxed with him, giving him all the attention so he could enjoy this moment. Barry had a hand on each of their heads, rubbing them. When Barry had calmed down they raised their heads and smiled at him.

    “Thank you Billy and Jason, that was fucking awesome” and he brought them up for a three way kiss.

    Ronny, Charlie, Jimmy and I broke out in applause.

    “Now, that was a serious porn movie. You guys could make a fortune if that had been filmed” and I laughed. I leaned down and kissed Barry, tasting Billy and Jason’s sperm, then kissed Billy and Jason, tasting Barry’s sperm in their mouths.

    “We all need to cum too” Ronny said “who wants it?” and Billy, Jason and Barry all said, at the same time “Me, me!”

    I took over director’s duties. “Here’s how we’re gonna do it. Jimmy, you cum in Barry’s mouth, Ronny you cum in Jason’s mouth and Charlie you cum in Billy’s mouth. After you cum, give them a chance to do a three way kiss and share it” and I just watched as they all took turns dumping cum into the three of them. It was so hot to watch my boy, with the other two, sharing sperm of everyone between them all. That was the first time I’d let Billy or Jason taste my boy or his brothers and I could tell they really got into the taste of the new sperm. I wish I could find the two slaves a gangbang date with a bunch of high school seniors but being younger than the frat boys or men that usually rented them they’d be likely to brag to others and fuck up my business.

    After each guy came they kinda collapsed on the bed and it took them a few minutes to start moving again.

    “Did everybody have fun?” and I got a unanimous and loud “YES” from Barry, Billy, Jason, Jimmy, Ronny and Charlie. At that I leaned in and kissed all of them and just laughed with each kiss.

    Billy and Jason left, there was just the five of us now. Barry crawled over to me and laid his head on my chest.

    “So Barry, were you surprised?” I asked the boy, running my fingers through his hair.

    “Yeah, it scared me to start. I remembered what we did to Billy, I thought he was gonna take it out on me. Then I stopped thinking and it was fun. Thank you sir” and he kissed me on the chest.

    “Thanks to all of you for not telling Barry what i had planned” I said to all the other guys.

    They all laughed. “It was fun to watch” Ronny said.

    “It looked like they really smacked your ass hard” Charlie said and Barry turned over. You could still clearly see the hand prints where the two of them had smacked him hard.

    “Whoa, they really did it. Did it hurt?” Jimmy asked.

    “I was crying” Barry said, laughing now “So yeah it fucking hurt. But you know it was all part of it, without those hard smacks it wouldn’t have been as believable to me, that you’d let them do whatever they wanted to do to me” Barry said.

    To be continued, should the mood strike me and there’s any interest on here..


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  • Mr. Stewart’s New Steam Room

    When I entered the steam room—Mr. Stewart had refused to call it a sauna, saying that wasn’t manly enough—the others were already there. Mr. Stewart and Mr. Williams were sitting on the upper tier of wooden benches across the wood-paneled room from where Mr. Stewart gestured me to go. They were both naked, sitting on their towels. Mr. Williams had his hand on Mr. Stewart’s dick when I came in and I think they had just kissed, but he moved his hand away when I came into the steam room. It didn’t surprise me none. I’d pretty much figured out they were doing it. First time I’d seen a man hand jobbing another man, though. I figured, for what Mr. Stewart was paying me, I’d be seeing a lot more than that in here.

    It was warm in there but not nearly as hot as I thought a steam room should be. Nobody was sweating. He might as well call it a sauna, I thought—or just a warm room. A steam room without a lot of steam wasn’t all that manly. Nathan was moaning, but nobody was sweating.

    But, as became evident, we weren’t in there to sweat, except when the exertion of why we were in there overcame us. I can’t say I hadn’t figured out why I’d been invited to be here. Mr. Stewart had been pretty explicit about that.

    Mr. Stewart extended his hands, palms down, and moved them to indicate I was to lie down on the bench, and then, continuing the pantomime, he rolled his hands when I went down on my belly. I turned over on my back and he smiled. I’d guessed right on what he wanted me to do. He’d been the one to tell Nathan and me what to do since we got to his house. But I guess it was his party—and probably even his money. It was a lot of money, but it wasn’t the only reason I’d agreed to be here.

    We had stripped down before we’d come into Mr. Stewart’s steam room, and he’d run his hands over our bodies, expressing his interest in young, athletic guys. He’d said then that he wanted to see me stretched out, naked, on the sauna bench. He gestured with both hands like he was opening a book, and I unknotted my towel and flipped it away from my pelvis in both directions. Mr. Stewart smiled. So did Mr. Williams. I’d guessed right again.

    So, here we go, I thought in my mind. I was ready. I’d been ready to take this step for some time. I was old enough now, and I was being paid for it. So, why was I trembling? Get cool, Danny, I told myself. You can do this. You wanted to do this. Mr. Stewart and Mr. Williams are studs and you’re being paid for this. Nathan’s here too. You aren’t doing this alone.

    I was nervous and had been obsessed with what Nathan and I were here for today—what I was being paid $500 for. So, I was hard. It was standing straight up as I lay there on my back, and I was embarrassed that I could be seen being hard. I hadn’t fully gotten it yet—or I’d just forgotten being seen naked and seeing them naked and all of us seeing everyone else hard was what this was all about.

    Still, it was new to me. I covered myself with a hand as best as I could, but Mr. Stewart frowned and bunched his hand into a loose fist—a sheath. I had no trouble figuring out what I thought he wanted, but I still didn’t get it right. I put my right hand, the one toward them, on my cock, but he rolled his hand again. I got it. They wanted to see me fisting my cock. I changed hands, using the left one, the one toward the wood wall panel. He made another gesture and I didn’t respond immediately, but when he put his hand on his dick and started stroking it, I couldn’t pretend not to know what he wanted. He wanted me to jerk myself off. With a sigh, I took my dick in my hand and started to slowly beat myself off. He was paying $500 for this. Both men smiled, turned their bodies to each other, each reaching for the dick of the other, and they kissed. I was just serving as inspiration for what they’d do with each other. That wasn’t so bad.

    They watched me jerking myself off and I watched them stroking each other until they became absorbed in themselves. Then I looked away.

    As I slow stroked my dick, I turned my face toward the other wall with benches and toward the moaning I’d heard coming from there and what I’d seen out of the corner of my eye when I entered the steam room. It already was happening over there, and I shuddered and felt myself getting even harder. Nathan was on the bench on his hands and knees and our college freshman gym teacher, Mr. Jackson, was crouched on top of him. Mr. Jackson’s ebony hands were gripping Nathan’s milky-white wrists and his face was buried in Nathan’s throat. The contrast in color between the two bodies was mesmerizing, black gripping white, white merging into black, black penetrating white. The black man’s plump, but firm, naked buttocks were flexing and moving up and down. When he raised up, I could see the root of his jet-black dick in Nathan’s hole, but when he lowered it, it had disappeared inside Nathan. That’s when Nathan was moaning and gasping—when Mr. Jackson had it all inside him.

    Nathan was already being fucked in the ass. That would be me too pretty soon.

    I moaned too. It was the first time I’d seen Nathan being fucked by a man. It was the first time I’d seen a big black man fucking a small white man—well, in videos, yes, but the first time for real. It was the first time I’d seen anyone being fucked by a man for real.

    Nathan had told me there would be this part—that this was what the $500 each was for. He said it was time I crossed over and that I could make good money from it. I was nervous, though, thinking about what we were doing—what Nathan was already doing and what I’d be doing if I stayed here. Would Mr. Stewart be mad if I got up and left? Would he want the $500 back? Maybe I could keep some of it. Nathan and I had played badminton and a one-on-one game of tag football on the lawn for these men just in our Speedos for over an hour while they sat, bare-chested and rubbing themselves, ogled us, and talked to each other about us. I knew they were talking about what they wanted to do to us—what they intended to do with us. That should be worth part of the money, I thought.

    I was kidding myself. If they got all hot and bothered over us and we bugged out, of course they’d want the $500 back. But Nathan wasn’t bugging out. Nathan already was being fucked in the ass by a black stud. Nathan was already earning it. I’d decided before I got here that I’d carry through too. It wasn’t just the money. I wanted to cross that line. I wanted to be a rent-boy on the side of anything else I did as long as I had the body that men would want to use. Nathan had been doing it for several months and he kept talking about it as easy money—and as pleasure most of the time. Well, at least some of the time. Nathan seemed to like it real well now the way he was moaning and rocking against the big black shaft Mr. Jackson had inside him.

    Nathan and I had started fooling around with each other at the beginning of our freshman year, attracted to each other because we were both small for our eighteen-and-a-half years and slim and what some said more pretty than handsome. We hadn’t progressed to doing that much yet, although we had jerked each other off a couple of times, and kissed, of course, and gotten the taste of each other’s dicks. But Nathan was doing much more by the time we were getting serious. I had known I would want to do it with men, and Nathan was doing it with men already. And he told me about it and assured me that the first few times would be a little rough but then it would get to being real nice.

    “It’s great money,” he’d said. “And in this town there are a whole lot of older horny guys who are still in good shape and with thick wallets. If you like being fucked by a man, you might as well make money at it.” Nathan got paid for it. He told me that Mr. Jackson, our college wrestling instructor, did it—paid Nathan for fucks—which certainly was news to me, and he said that there was a Mr. Stewart on Pine Street, not too young but good looking and in great shape, who paid Nathan for it. And Mr. Stewart had friends who paid too, friends who liked doing it with an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old.

    “That would mean you were a male whore,” I’d said.

    “Yes,” he agreed, giving me a big smile. “I’m made for it; you’re made for it too. We might as well take advantage of being small and having good bodies and nice faces. Men pay big bucks to worship your body. I like being fucked. I think you would too.”

    I couldn’t think of anything to argue with, so I didn’t. By the time Nathan had told me what and how he did it with men, I was ready to take the plunge—especially since they paid for it. He told me that Mr. Stewart had put a sauna in his house, although he called it a steam room, and had invited Nathan to come try it out—and to bring a friend. He’d pay $500 each.

    I was that friend.

    I looked across the steam room and Mr. Stewart and Mr. Williams were still jerking each other off, but their eyes were on me and my hand pulling on my dick again. My thoughts went back to whether I was ready for this, whether I wanted to be here. But the time for thinking about that was over and I moved into thinking about what happened next and then after that, and after a while I was just thinking of the pain and then the pain-pleasure and then about when I’d be earning the next $500. Nathan was already earning his money. Mr. Jackson was a muscular black bull. He had a really big cock. He was working Nathan hard and Nathan looked like he was all in with the fuck. Nathan’s butt was going in overdrive in riding the man’s cock. I didn’t know if I could do that. Not without practice, I didn’t think. And such a big, jet-black cock on Mr. Jackson.

    All of the men in the steam room had big cocks. And they all were in erection.

    Mr. Stewart had moved to below me on the upper bench and Mr. Williams to sitting on the bench below us, pulling on his dick, and watching us.

    It started with Mr. Stewart touching my feet and rubbing them with his hands. I couldn’t help but give him a low moan.

    “Go with me here, Dan,” Mr. Stewart murmured. “When I move you, stay there until I move you again. Do you understand, Dan?”

    “Yes, Mr. Stewart.”

    “You’ve taken the money. You have agreed to this.”

    “Yes, Mr. Stewart.”

    “And this is your first time, right?”

    “Yes, Mr. Stewart.” Well, it was with older men like him. And it would be the first time with a dick in my ass.

    “I’ll do you right.”

    Mr. Williams muttered, “Sweet,” from the bench below. “We’ll do you totally,” he whispered. Maybe he didn’t think I heard that; but maybe he just didn’t care that I did.

    Mr. Stewart gently took my ankles in his hands and moved them apart. He bent my legs, spread, and set my feet flat on the bench. He had me so he was looking right up my legs to my crotch. I instinctively turned a hip to cover myself, but he slapped me on the thigh and growled, “I told you to stay in the positions I put you in.”

    So, I returned to the open stance, with him below me. He ran his hands up the insides of my legs. Mr. Williams murmured, “Sweet” again, adding, “Like those young guys; he hardens right up.”

    “Jack, there’s a pillow over there,” Mr. Stewart said. “Bring it over here. Let’s get a really good look.” Mr. Williams moved off and returned with a vinyl-covered pillow.

    “Raise your tail, Dan. Mr. Williams is going to put this pillow under your lower back. Yes, roll your pelvis up, let us see your hole.”

    I did so and the pillow went under my lower back. It was cold and I was trembling, but I wasn’t trembling because I was cold. I gasped as I felt his thumb touch me there—at my hole—and then tease the rim, rubbing me with the pad of his thumb.

    “Would you look at that, Jack? Ever seen anything prettier? A virgin’s hole.”

    “Sweet,” Mr. Williams answered, his voice thicker now than before. “Can I . . . ?”

    Apparently, he could, as I felt another thumb at my hole and the two worked together to pull the hole apart. I gasped again and moaned. Involuntarily, I pushed my hips up a bit, into the stroking thumbs.

    “Easy there, Dan. All in good time,” Mr. Stewart murmured. I gave a gasp as I felt him kiss me there.

    Time started to spin out endlessly into one move transcending into the next. Mr. Stewart placed the palm of a hand on my belly, pressing me down, and I gave a little cry as his thumb penetrated me and held, waiting for me to open to it.

    “Relax, Dan. Just relax for me. Open to me, baby. God, he’s tight.”

    “Sweet,” Mr. Williams murmured. I gasped and gave a little jerk as Mr. Williams’s thumb worked its way inside beside Mr. Stewart’s thumb. They pressed on opposite sides, spreading me more open. I felt a tongue flicking at my hole and then other guy’s.

    “Nice,” Mr. Williams whispered.

    The thumbs remained inside me, moving around. Panting, I worked hard at relaxing. Mr. Williams’s other thumb came up to my mouth and I opened my lips to it, taking it in, sucking his thumb, while Mr. Stewart worked to open me up more with his thumb. The two men leaned in over my body and kissed—a deep, prolonged kiss. Then they each dipped down and kissed my hole again. This time they gave It some tongue too, penetrating me. I felt myself going slack there and I moaned.

    Trying to think of anything else but what was happening to me—what was being taken from me for $500, and by two men together, not just one—I turned my face toward where Nathan and Mr. Jackson were. Nathan was small, like me—only eighteen, like me—and slim of body. Mr. Jackson was a bodybuilder. He was big and muscular. Not fat, but I’m sure heavy, although he was supporting most of his weight on his feet as he held Nathan under him, his hands grasping Nathan’s waist. Nathan was writhing under Mr. Jackson and crying out both for mercy from the punishing thrusts of the man on top of him but also begging for Mr. Jackson to be good to him, to fuck him good.

    I might have been worried, but Nathan had said that Mr. Jackson had fucked him before. From what I could see of the root of the dick inside Nathan’s hole, I could hardly believe that Nathan could open to something that thick.

    From where I lay, I thought Mr. Jackson was fucking him good, fucking him very, very good. Nathan had a hand under his belly. He was jacking himself off as Mr. Jackson fucked him. He was in ecstasy. He’d told me that it would be the same for me after a couple of men had done me.

    He hadn’t mentioned anything about two men doing me together.

    Back on my own side of the steam room, Mr. Stewart had upped the game. He had grasped my legs, under the knees, and pressed them up into my chest. My pelvis had rolled up and he had his face down there, sucking my cock, and then going back to my hole with his tongue and lips. I grasped the back of his head, to push him away, I thought, but my body thought otherwise. I gripped his head to my hole as he vigorously ate me out. I writhed under him, hearing myself cry out, “Oh shit. Oh Fuck. Yes, yes, yes.” The pleasure of arousal had floated in and taken over.

    Mr. Williams was touching my body there and there and there and whispering, “Sweet, sweet, sweet” over and over again.

    Mr. Stewart moved up on top of me, not pressing down on me, but hovering over me, his face hanging down to just above mine, his eyes boring into mine, taking every nuance of my response in, supporting his torso with fists pressed into the bench surface on either side of my shoulders. I felt something spongy, but hard at my hole, teasing it, moving back and forth over it. I looked down the line of Mr. Stewart’s muscular chest and flat stomach to see that Mr. Williams had Mr. Stewart’s thick, long cock in his hand and was rubbing the fat bulb of it against my hole.

    Mr. Stewart wasn’t wearing a rubber.

    “That’s it. Open to me, baby,” Mr. Stewart hissed, and then I was lost in the action for the next several minutes, as Mr. Stewart pressed inside me, forcing himself inside, forcing me open. I cried out and shuddered and jerked and he kept on coming in. Mr. Williams was murmuring, “Yes, yes, yes,” and touching me and touching Mr. Stewart.

    “Slow, slow! You said—!”

    Mr. Stewart laughed and gave me more of the dick.

    “Yes, yes, take the shaft,” Mr. Williams growled.

    I arched my back and turned my head from side to side, panting hard and sobbing, and he kept on coming in, stretching. Mr. Stewart lowered his head and took my mouth, brutally, with his in a deep kiss. And he kept on pressing inside me.

    He pulled away from the kiss, eyes flashing, “Take it bitch, take it,” he hissed.

    I collapsed, feeling myself relax, stopping fighting him, and, inside me now, he started to move his dick, in and out. I moved my legs, hooking my knees on his hips, going with the rocking motion. Waves of pleasure from his thrusts floated over the basic pain of the alien shaft inside me.

    “Sweet. Tight but sweet,” he murmured. Mr. Stewart fisted my ankles and raised and spread my legs, bringing his crotch closer into me. I moaned as he reached further up into me with his thrusts.

    Mr. Williams repeated, “Sweet.” He was just below me on the bench and was kissing me on the shoulder and taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. The pain was there, but there increasingly was pleasure too—or at least arousal—and I started to move my pelvis with Mr. Stewart’s slow thrusts.

    “Nice,” I heard him murmur.

    “Very nice,” I heard Mr. Williams say.

    And then Mr. Stewart was raising his torso, going upright, back on his knees. He turned me over and brought me up on my knees, with Mr. Williams pressing his knees under my chest. Mr. Stewart grasped my hips between his hands and was pulling me back and forth on his dick as he knelt behind me. I was going with him, digging my heels into the bench and using them for leverage to rock with him. The pain was there but so was the primordial, insistent act of copulation. We were fucking. It wasn’t just Mr. Stewart. I was going with it too. I’d decided some time ago this was the direction I wanted to go. I had broken through to the sunshine. I was going with the fuck.

    Mr. Williams pressed his cock head to my lips and I opened to it and took him into my mouth.

    I heard the cries and turned my head toward Nathan and Mr. Jackson. They were in the last throes of their fuck. Frenziedly going at each other. This was how it should be. This was how I wanted it too. I was there for their finish, watching them strain and tense and jerk and come. Nathan collapsed onto the bench, and Mr. Jackson rode him down, still inside him.

    Mr. Williams was massaging my shoulders with his hands and moved them across my shoulder blades and to my sides, pressing them into my sides as I sucked his cock. Mr. Stewart was pulling on my dick while he fucked me, and, almost unexpectedly, while Mr. Williams still had his cock in my mouth, I shuddered and jerked and shot my load. Mr. Williams pulled his cock out of my throat.

    Soon thereafter Mr. Stewart shot off too. He laughed and pulled out of me. He slapped me hard on the buttocks—each side, and pulled away. He turned me over onto my back, and I lay there, an arm dangling off the front of the bench, legs still spread, moaning and trying to calm my breathing.

    “Nice job,” Mr. Steward said, and I was exhilarated by the praise. I was so sure I had done it wrong—badly.

    I looked down the line of my body, to see that Mr. Williams was now kneeling between my spread and bent legs.

    I gasped and grunted and rolled my head up and arched my back off the bench as he, unsheathed, penetrated and moved inside me. He grasped my bent knees and moved them back and forth in the rhythm of the fuck. I was open and he wasn’t as big as Mr. Stewart had been, and the slide was easier through a passage lubricated by Mr. Stewart’s cum now in addition to that from the lube both of them had worked inside me with their thumbs, but I could feel him. There was more pleasure now than pain because he was going slow, without some of the thrust power Mr. Stewart had, and the muscles of my passage walls were beginning to learn how to take it, how to return pleasure by undulating on the moving dick. I was already starting to get the hang of this. And I was learning now that each man had his own technique and his own rhythm. This was going to be quite a ride through life.

    I looked over at Mr. Jackson and Nathan. They were stretched against each other, Mr. Jackson still on top of Nathan, probably still inside Nathan. The big black bull covering the slight white body, Mr. Jackson supporting some of his weight on his knees and elbows so as not to crush his student. They were kissing and murmuring to each other. But Mr. Jackson had his head turned toward me. He was watching Mr. Williams fuck me. And when Mr. Williams had come and was withdrawing, and before I could move on the bench, even before I could close my legs, Mr. Jackson had left Nathan and come over and was climbing up on the bench between my thighs.

    He lifted me up and turned me over onto my hands and knees—just like how he’d done it with Nathan. His hands were strong. I could feel the power and strength of him. I was psychological cowed by the blackness of him. Forbidden, exhilarating, fantasy territory for me. I was going to be fucked by a black bull. He bulged with muscles. His muscle had muscles. I was putty in his arms. His erection was huge. He was panting hard, whispering, “So nice, so small, so fuckable.”

    I cried out and my eyes watered as he entered me. But I held steady for him as he fought to get inside me. He couldn’t do it; I couldn’t open that wide; not yet; not today. But then I could and I did and he was deep inside me. I looked over to where Nathan had been and he was still there, sitting in Mr. Stewart’s lap on the lower bench, his back pressed into Mr. Stewart’s chest, and his legs draped over Mr. Stewart’s spread thighs. Mr. Stewart was gripping Nathan’s waist and raising and lowering the boy on his dick. Nathan had a dreamy expression on his face. Mr. Williams was sitting beside them, his hand encasing Nathan’s dick and beating him off slowly.

    I groaned as Mr. Jackson’s huge cock withdrew and then grunted and moaned as it forced its way in again. Out and in. I held, looking down at the ebony hands gripping my wrist, feeling the majesty of him adjusting my passage it to his needs and desires, my passage wall muscles going spastic, gripping and trying to expel the huge shaft at first but then settling down to caressing and rippling over it.

    A big, black cock was deep inside me.

    I gasped as, fully saddled, Mr. Jackson started fucking me hard. I felt his cheek nuzzling my throat, and I turned my head. We went into a deep kiss, Mr. Jackson invading my mouth with his tongue. Thrust, thrust, thrust. My ears keyed in on the slapping of his balls on my tender thighs.

    “So tight. So sweet,” he murmured as he released my lips. Thrust, thrust, thrust. Slap, slap, slap.

    God, he was huge inside me.

    I didn’t care. I already was calculating when the next time I could come try out Mr. Stewart’s steam room would be—and what I could do with another $500.

    I lay there on the bench on my back, moaning, my arm thrown over my eyes after Mr. Jackson had come inside me and withdrawn. The three men were sitting on the bench across the room, laughing, joking with each other, and drinking beer. Nathan, like me, was stretched out on his back on another bench.

    Mr. Stewart’s voice lifted over the remarks the other two were making. “How about I throw some steaks on the grill and then we fuck ’em again? I paid for all night; we might as well make the most of it.”

    I moaned.


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  • College is for Fucking

    “Now that I’m thinking about it,” said Yves, I think I’ll let you take my cherry on the third date. I’ve been having a hankering for chicken.”

    His cherry, I thought. He’s a virgin?


    The next week was a nightmare. I did not respond as quickly as hoped with the flu medication and ended up in the hospital. Yves found out that a flu vaccine does not guard against all strains of the flu, and he ended up in the hospital as well. The campus was shut down for a week while everything was disinfected. I heard that life in the dorm was interrupted by cleaning crews, and many students went home to spread the flu to their loved ones.

    When I was released from the hospital, I wasn’t allowed to visit Yves, but I left him a note to let him know that I was thinking of him. Mark picked me up and took me back to the residence hall. He was having a bad time because his boyfriend was unhappy that he was spending extra hours at work and going out of his way, according to the boyfriend, to help his ‘buddies.’

    I sat down on my bed, and Mark sat in my desk chair. “So your boyfriend is calling those of us your helping ‘buddies.’ Have you told him about the last time you fought?”

    “Not all of it,” said Mark. “I didn’t tell him about the great sex I had with you in the shower. I told him I slept on a friend’s couch. Which is the truth.”

    “I’m not an expert in these things, I’m only recently thinking that the right guy will make a difference. Your boyfriend doesn’t sound like a fit for you. You’re in the medical field. Your hours are going to be irregular. And, I hate to say this because I like you, and I think you are a great guy, but the first thing you did when you fought is to ask me to fuck you.”

    “Yeah. You’re right. I’d seen you on campus, and I was with a friend a while back who commented about having sex with you, and I kind of got fixated on that, so when we had the fight, I came looking for you. When you’ve got a boyfriend, he’s the only one you should be fucking. I need to break things off with him. I didn’t need you to tell me that.”

    “Sometimes we need a friend to give us a push to face up to what we’re doing. Yves did that for me, and he was willing to wait for me to come to my senses.”

    “He’s a good one. Here give me a hug, and I’m going to get my life in order.”

    I stood up and hugged him.

    “You know, Adam, if things don’t work out for you and Yves, let me know. I’m going to get out of your life now because I think he’s the best chance for your happiness.”

    “Mark?”

    “I… Just let that be it.” Mark left.  

    I wondered whether I would see him again. He could have been a really good friend, but the great sex we had would always be hanging there. Maybe it was for the best.


    Yves was finally released from the hospital, and we took an Uber back to his dorm. He had lost a lot of weight and was very pale. I felt responsible for asking him to spend the night with me, to hold me, and make me feel safe. He told me that he didn’t blame me, and when we got back to campus, we were met with the news that enough of the professors were ill that classes were canceled for another week. Yves’ roommate had gone home at the beginning of the week. So his room was quiet.

    I went to the dining hall and brought back some juice and some turkey sandwiches. The dining hall was asking residents to pick up boxed lunches and to each back in their rooms.

    Yves had fallen asleep by the time I got back. Ordinarily, I would have let him continue to doze, but I had no idea when he had taken liquids, and I have to admit I was freaking worried about his dehydrating, so I woke him up.

    “Sorry, Adam. Am I making our second date a bust?”

    “I’m not counting this as a second date.”

    “Why not?”

    “Because, sweetheart, I’m worried that the second date activities list will be too much for you in your weakened state.”

    “Maybe they’ll make me feel better. And you just called me sweetheart.”

    “Did I?” I asked. I knew full well that I did. “Drink your juice, and I’ll think about kissing your pee-pee.”

    “Did you just call my oversized throbbing piece of manhood a ‘pee-pee’?”

    “Damn straight I did. Drink your juice.”

    Yves sat up and took a sip. “I think you should apologize to him. He’s upset now.”

    I pulled the elastic of Yves’ sweatpants forward and looked down at his dick. “Yeah, I see that he is. Why he’s crawled so far back inside you, it looks as though you have two pussies.”

    “You are a fucking asshole Adam; I don’t know why I love you.”

    I sat motionless still holding the elastic waistband.

    “I don’t mean that. I do know why.” He paused. “Adam?”

    I slowly let the elastic go back. “Yes?”

    “I love you. A few days ago, I was falling in love with you. Before that, I knew that I was so attracted to you, I had to fight myself not to go to bed with you.”

    “I’m glad you wouldn’t sleep with me. Oh, hell, I never slept with anyone. I just fucked them. You slept with me, holding me, making me feel safe. I love you, too.”

    Yves smiled. “I’m ready to be with you.”

    “I cannot believe that I’m saying this, but as much as I want to be with you, we had a plan; remember that date number two moved us into more physical contact. You need to get stronger.”

    “So now that I want you to fuck me, you’re saying no?” Yves seemed stunned.

    “Babe, you wanted me to fuck you before we met. And, I wanted to fuck you when I first saw you. But that wasn’t love, and you knew that. You made me realize that.”

    “OK, but now…”

    “No, now that I’m in love, I’m not going to blow it. Here, eat your sandwich.” Yves took the sandwich. He had a pouty look on his face as he ate.

    He finally said. “You’re right. We agreed to wait. As I think about it, you are honest and I can trust you.” We finished our sandwiches while just watching each other.

    “Before I go back to my room, do you want to take your shower? I’m still concerned that you’re too weak. I don’t want you to fall.”

    “You’re probably right. I should shower and then take a nap until dinner.”

    “I want you to call me when you’re ready for dinner. I’ll get us something and bring it up here. OK?”

    “Yeah, but tomorrow, I want you to drive us somewhere for lunch.”

    “For chicken?” I laughed.

    “That’s date three,” said Yves.

    “No,” I kissed him. “That’s the picnic lunch for date four.”

    “But I changed my mind when we were snuggling. I said we’d do that for date three.”

    “Babe. Babe. Come on, babe, you were snuggling up to my ass and talking about sticking your cock inside me. I’m sure you weren’t thinking clearly.”

    “You’re impossible.”

    “Let’s get you showered.”


    We got his things together and went to the shower room. I helped him get into the shower. Fuck, but he was hot even though he was slightly pale. As he rinsed his head under the stream of hot water, I removed my clothes and stepped in with him.

    “What are you doing?”

    “Huh? Well, I’m helping you,” I said. I leaned forward and kissed him. I poured some body wash on his chest and lathered him from his neck to his cock. I spent a little extra time on his cock and balls. He’d only had sponge baths while in the hospital. I turned him away from me and scrubbed his back including his ass crack.

    Once I rinsed the soap away, I ran my tongue up his crack and spent a little time on his hole. Then I turned him back around and ran my tongue from his balls, up the bottom of his shaft, and then circled the head of his penis. When I circled the head with my lips, he was already hard. I took all of him into my mouth. My nose was buried in the wet hair of his bush, and the tip of his dick was just past the back of my mouth and into my throat. Yves’ body flinched at that moment.

    I moved back out and then down again, and when the head of his cock popped into my throat, he flinched again and moaned. His moan was sent happiness through me for I could tell the level of pleasure I was giving him was high. As I moved up and down his shaft, I slipped one of my fingers into his ass crack and began to massage the entrance to his hole.

    His whole body seemed to spasm, and I was amazed at the amount of cum he pumped into me. I held him tight; his cock jerked into my mouth, and his seed went down my throat. I didn’t want to let go until he was finished. I was worried I would run out of air, but just as I was about to push him away and gasp for oxygen, he pulled my head back, lowered himself, and kissed me. He continued to look into my eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

    I had experienced something new. He had been right when he said it was about sharing an experience. He wrapped his arms around me, and as the hot water continued to rain upon us, he told me our new plan.

    “Breakfast is date number three. Lunch is date four, and that date won’t end until we’ve behaved like rabbits.”

    I stood up and pulled him to his feet. I pushed the shower curtain open and reached for my phone. “Hey, Siri. Play Stephanie Mills Never Knew Love.”

    The song began to play. I held my love close to me with my head on his chest and swayed to the music.

    I never knew love like this before
    Now I’m lonely never more
    Since you came into my life
    You are my love light, this I know…

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  • Cameron

    I woke up horny so I popped open my app to see what was around. I scrolled through the guys and stopped when I came across Cameron. He stood out because he was a ginger. And I love gingers.

    I shot him a message and put the phone back on the charger. I flipped in the tv and found something to watch as I rubbed my hard cock. A few minutes later my phone dinged. I had a message. I opened the app and saw it was from Cameron.

    We started messaging innocently enough. It eventually turned towards more intimate details. We seemed to mesh well in that regard. And he wasn’t that far from me. We exchanged numbers and he called me.

    His voice was masculine and had a calming timber to it. We talked about innocent enough, normal things but my dick remained hard. There was something sexy about his voice. We made plans to meet up later tonight as he had to work in about an hour.

    Later that night I got a message from Cameron asking if we still wanted to meet up. Being that my dick plumped back up again as soon as I heard his voice was all the thinking I needed to do. I sent him my address and headed towards the shower.

    After picking up around the house a bit, I sat down and waited. A knock came on the door no stood up, rearranged my slowly stiffening dick and opened the door.

    Cameron was a stunning thing to behold. I’m six foot tall and he was a bit taller than me, square wide shoulders and a great smile. His unbutton polo revealed a hairy chest. What’s better than a sexy ginger? A sexy hairy ginger. If he would have looked down he would have seen my growing cock in my pants.

    We sat down and made small talk. I’ve been horny all day but wanted to save myself for tonight-no jerking off alone. So maybe it was because of that, I’m not sure, but he had me so turned on I had to excuse myself to clean off my pre-cum. I leak a lot when I’m turned on and didn’t want to be too obvious leaking through my jeans which has happened before.

    When I returned I sat down close to him. “You smell amazing” I said honestly.

    “Thanks. You look amazing” he said as he ran his fingers through my hair. My body tingled. The look in his eyes said it all. I leaned in and kissed him. His stubble wasn’t visible but I sure felt it. I sighed as his scruff scratched me lips. His warm and wet tongue explored my mouth causing waves of sexual frustration to ripple through my body.

    I straddled him on the couch, unbuttoning his remaining two buttons on his polo revealing his glorious red chest hair. I felt my hole quiver with anticipation. I leaned down and we started kissing again. He pushed me up and pulled off my shirt.

    “Nice man” he said as he rubbed my chest. I’m a pretty smooth guy which may be why I love my hairy guys. He ran his hands down my sides, causing me a slight tickle.

    “Your turn” I said. He reached down and pulled off his shirt.

    My.

    God.

    He looked so amazing I almost nutted in my pants right there.

    “Fuck. Me!” I said.

    “You like?” He asked rubbing his nipple.

    “You tell me” I said as I dropped my pants, my swollen sick finally free. His eyes widened. I thought the worst but looking down, I had pre-cum stringing from my cock to my jeans that lay in the floor.

    “Yeah that happens when I’m with someone that hot as fuck” I growled.

    “Well let’s see what I can do about that” he said leaning forward and wrapping those ginger lips around my dick.

    I tingled from my sick head to my spine right up to my brain. He rolled his tongue around my throbbing head. It felt so damn good. I let out a cry/moan that I don’t do often.

    He slowly slid his mouth from my dick’s head to its base, his chin touching my shaven hangers. Then he pulled back even slower circling my cock as he went, eventually popping my dick out of his mouth loudly, my pre-cum creating a bridge from my wet cock to his smiling lips.

    I bent down and unbuckled his pants, tossing them aside revealing his big, pale, ginger dick. It’s been my experience gingers are hung quite well and Cameron did nothing to change that. Quite the opposite. While not overly long (I’m guessing about seven and a half inches) he was massively thick with a shovel shaped head that pulsed with his heart beat.

    I smiled.

    “What do you want to do with that?” he asked.

    “Follow me” I said walking in to the bedroom and sat on the bed. I watched Cameron walk in, his pale member swinging side to side from a fiery bush, his right but hanging slightly lower than the left.

    I spun around and over with my head hanging back off the bed, reached out and grabbed his furry ass and pulled him over my face. I still remember his hairy balls scraping my nose as I searched for his hole.

    My tongue meandered through his hairy taint until it found his hole. I proceeded in eating out his ass. After a few seconds he groaned and bent over putting my cock in his mouth. I could feel his slowly wetting cock smash between my smooth chest and his hairy belly. Soon, I felt a warm liquid coating my chest. Looks like he’s a pre-cummer as well.

    I plowed that ginger ass for all I was worth, my mouth become sore with fatigue. He tried sucking my cock but spent most of the time moaning with my dick in his mouth.

    I pushed him off, reached over and grabbed my lube standing in front of him, I lubed my hole. He was thick and it’s been a while so I knew I needed a good coating. He slowly jacked himself as he watched, coating his white meat with his natural lube.

    I pushed him back and climbed on top of him. I braced myself on his hairy chest with one hand while I guided his wet dick towards my hole with the other. Once located, I smeared his cum around my relatively smooth hole, adding more lube.

    Once comfortable, I placed his head on my hole.

    “Fuck me Cam” I said as I lowered myself on to him. His shovel shaped head penetrated my hole easily enough but once the girth started, I felt the first shot of pain.

    He rubbed my nipples which help alleviate the pain as I, like a snake swallowing it’s prey, work my tight ass over his wide cock. My eyes rolled back in to my skull once I felt his pubes smash against my ass.

    “Fuck man. You’re a tight boy!” he hissed as my hole devoured his dick fully.

    I couldn’t say anything as I was concentrating on breathing. Slowly I rose up then lowered back down, both hands off his chest now. After a couple seconds the pain became bearable and I could concentrate on fucking.

    I dropped both hands on to his hairy ginger chest and started ass humping his cock. My god it felt good!

    “Fuck yeah!” he cried as he started thrusting in to me with such force that it almost knocked the air out of me.

    “Big. Ginger. Cock. Fucker!” I screamed as he, basically, abused my hole. I stayed in one position as he jackhammered me like a beast, his breathing getting harder and faster.

    He fucked me so hard his dick popped out seemingly causing a vacuum inside me. I gasped but before I could react he’d reached down and slid that beast back in to me. I cried in pain as he split me open again but I didn’t care. I loved it!

    By now his hairy belly was mattes in my pre-cum he was powering out of me. My dick was bouncing around like an old car on a dirt road. Pre-cum was flying everywhere-I couldn’t control it. He was pounding me so hard I couldn’t let go of the two handfuls of chest hair I had long enough to grabbed my cock. I was afraid he was going or fuck me off of him in to the floor!

    He must have sense that because he took total control and grabbed my flinging cock with one hand and started jacking me.

    I think I black out for a second because next thing I know my cock was shooting cum everywhere. Literally. I looked down quick enough to see his face, chest and arms get shot with white liquid. Then off the side of the bed and the head board before he regained control and pointing the remaining shoots at his face. He opened his mouth and I felt a hot substance blast in to my hole. Like a molten metal bullet gush after fish flooded my insides. He screamed and he held my cock so tight I thought he’d rip it off!

    He grunted with each thrust and each thrust was accompanied by a blast. But he kept fucking me. From behind me I heard his wet cock slushing inside me.

    ‘Splat splat splat’ is all I head back there as he continued to shove that monster in to me, his (now soaked) hairy balls slapping my ass with his fast thrusts. I’ve never been fucked by someone that fast. My hole was annihilated.

    Finally he started to slow down and release my sore cock, but he kept fucking me. I could feel his load leaking out of my hole as he continued to try to push it back in to me. Finally I had to stand off of him or, I thought, I’d have to go to the hospital!

    I pulled off of him as he was still thrusting, what was left of his cum inside me drooling out and down my inner thigh. I collapsed on the bed next to him, exhausted but thrilled at the same time.

    ‘What a fuck!’ I thought to myself.

    I looked over at his, his pale face still red. He smiled as his cock, slightly shrinking but still formidable, continued to ooze cum from its slit.

    “I needed that” he said between breaths.

    “You and me both” I said as I fought to stay conscious.

    We cleaned up and he left later that night. I had to sleep on my stomach for two nights so my ass could return to normal.

    A couple days later I got a message on my app. I opened it and it was from Cameron. He asked what I was doing that night.

    “Nothing” I replied.

    “Want to fuck me?” he asked. “Show me what you got?”

    “See you in a hour” I replied hoping I could better, or at least meet, his prior performance. After he leaves, I’ll let you know.


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  • Beauty in the beast

    I use to live in a very notorious neighborhood and it was the sort that crime flourished in broad daylight. The guys in my hood were the sort any gay bottom like me would droll over.

    Though they were hardened criminals, They were hot and muscle ripped. Your typical alpha males. Every morning and evening, they come out in the open and work out in the local gym or play football.

    They usually competed among themselves who carried the most weight and most of the times, i will loiter around just to catch a glimpse of their sweating ripped abs. Even though my house was decent, i have never been robbed, harassed or bullied by any of the guys. ( Maybe it was because my house was the venue for the cell (house) fellowship of my church and locals came to worship) .

    Also, occasionally my church members did evangelism to these “hardened men”. Any time they (hood boys) see me come back from work, they will call me “small pastor” (small because of my stature (people mistake me to be a teenager even though am rounding up my 30s) and pastor, because of the house evangelizing and fellowship).

    Among them , was this particular guy who scared the ghost out of me.

    Mopol is what he was called.

    He looked like the devil. Vicious, cold and all shades of ugly. The entire neighborhood and even his fellow hood boys obviously were scared of him.

    On one occasion, I have seen him smashed a bottle on a guys head and attempted to stab him if not that the guy ducked as he swung the broken bottle at him.

    If not that rent was cheap and my place of work was very close by, absolutely nothing (except for the hot area boys) will make me live there.

    I had just closed from work one day when mama adobi (a woman who sells oil in my neighborhood) called my phone.

    “big wahala dey o”(there is big problem) were her first words.

    She told me that the police came to the neighborhood and there was an exchange of bullets between them and a gang. she said that a life was lost in the shooting and that I should be careful when coming home because the police were still around.

    As i drove into the neighborhood after the close of work, it was obvious something had happened. There were armed police men and vans all over the place. People raised their hands to walk and they were searched. Myself and my car was thoroughly searched after my proof of identity was requested.

    After they were satisfied with the search, i was cleared to drive through. As i got home, i noticed my front door was opened. I wasn’t Surprised because sometimes, I do forget to lock my door especially when am rushing to work.

    I got into my house and locked my door.

    After saying my prayers, i went to ease myself in the toilet and almost died of fright.

    Mopol the devil was hiding in my bathroom looking really dirty as if he fell into a gutter. Before I could let out a scream, he mouthed “abeg” and began begging me silently.

    He looked like a cornered puppy.

    He was very scared.

    “how in Heavens name did he get into my house?”…..of all places why my house?” i thought in fright.

    His frightned countenance suddenly changed as he smiled- revealing a well dented row of white teeth.

    Wondering what was amusing him, he nudged his head to my groins. Looking down, i realized I had peed in my trouser.

    I was flushed with embarrassment as i quickly went to change in the bedroom.

    “what if he has robbed my house? …did I lock my door before leaving for work? Did he break in? Does he know i sometimes forget to lock my door? What if he had a weapon on him? What if the police comes knocking?” i asked Myself nervously as i took off my shirt and wet trouser.

    As I turned around, he was in the bedroom with me.

    HE FOLLOWED ME???!!!!

    I quickly used my clothes to cover my chest and groins as i starred at him in horror like a Hollywood screen diva.

    He was clearly was amused at my display but then he mumbled what sounded like “sorry” and stepped out of the room so that I could dress up. After i got dressed, i went to the living room only to find him peeping from the curtains.

    “you better step away if you don’t want to be seen” i said .

    I informed him the area was surrounded and there was a search going on.

    How daft was he? If he got caught we both were in trouble.

    Horror overwhelmed him as I took out my phone but I motioned to him to calm down. I called the Secretary of my house fellowship to inform her that I will be travelling so therefore my house won’t be available for any meeting whatsoever until i return.

    After I rounded up the call and hung up , mopol collapsed on the floor. His large hands covering his face.

    I went to shower and after I was done, I then handed him a towel and new toothbrush. He thanked me went into the bathroom.

    Lost in thoughts and wondering what next to do while fixing dinner, he stepped out out of the bathroom and stood at the kitchen door. He had finished having his shower. Wearing only his boxers and holding his dirty clothes in his hands, he asked me for a bucket and washing soap so he could wash his stained clothes. I caught myself starring at his muscled body and quickly told him to drop them in the laundry basket.

    He smiled briefly and thanked me as he did as I said. I couldn’t bear the thoughts of having a half naked sex nuke in my house so I went to find something he could wear.

    Because all my clothes where too small for him, I gave him a bathrobe to wear. Once again he thanked me. I told him food would be ready in a moment and he should make himself comfortable in the living room.

    Few minutes later, we both were sitting on the floor in the living room eating rice and stew.

    As we ate, he asked if it was my girlfriend that made the food and before I could catch myself, I said they have no significance for women in my life. I tried bail myself but he paid no attention as he ate and kept saying

    “ I hear you “.

    He now told me that i didn’t allow the crayfish simmer properly in the stew but however, it was a good attempt.

    “really???!!..its like you can cook ” i said as i rolled my eyes. He scuffed and said his cooking can make me not only lick but chew my fingers. We both laughed as he gathered the plates to take to the kitchen. As he was getting up, i caught a glimpse of his dick from his boxers pee hole and in that split second, his eyes caught me red handed looking at his dick. I quickly looked away. He gave a false cough and then cleared his throat dramatically as he walked to the kitchen. I was so embarrassed.

    He washed the dishes and then joined me in the living room. Mopol refused sitting on the sofa (out of courtesy ) and it took loads of arguments before he agreed to seat on the sofa. We were watching a Nollywood movie and all i could think and look at was his body and hairy stomach and big hairy legs.

    Even though he was rat ass ugly facially, his body was more than enough compensation. He had loosened the bathrobe and exposed his gorgeous hairy body. I felt he did it on purpose because i could swear his eyes kept darting sideways towards where I sat. It was gettinglate and I had to get to work the next day so, I asked him to turn off the TV whenever he was done and join me either in the bedroom or sleep in the living room – whichever he so desired.

    He told me he will sleep in the living room so I got him pillows and we both said goodnight.

    I waited in vain hoping he will come to the bed room and fuck me like the proper agbero (tout) but he didn’t.

    In the middle of the night , i got up to check on him but he had slept.

    Very early the next morning at about 6:30am, i woke up and was super horny. Mopol was still asleep. I took a dump in the toilet and then showered. Still wishing for a cock up my ass, i got my dildo (the type you stick to the wall) and then began servicing myself.

    I was just about Cumming when the bathroom door swung open and there was mopol with his erect dick in his hands (looking as if he was sleep walking ).

    He obviously wanted to take a piss in the toilet and had his morning erection. I screamed

    “NO!!!” but it was too late.

    He had seen me.

    “FUCK MHEN!!!” he shouted as he turned his face away as if he’d just witnessed something ridiculous.

    “na wha for you o” i heard him say behind the door.

    “you were not supposed to see that” i replied.

    “i don already see am nah…. abeg i want piss”. Without waiting for my reply, he pushed the door open, brushed passed me and went straight to the toilet bowl.

    As i walked to my room, i could hear the loud drops urine in the urinal and a thunderous fart.

    I rushed My dressing up and dropped a note that I will be locking him inside the house for security sake and hoped he didn’t mind. I ended the note with a “am sorry for the embarrassing situation but you were not supposed to see what you saw”.

    He was still in the toilet (thank God ) when i left so I dropped the note in the living room and sped off.

    That evening when I arrived, he had prepared us food and tidied the whole house. I was still too embarrassed to look at his face and he noticed.

    He began laughing at me and asked if I was still ashamed of what happened in the morning but I couldn’t answer. He began teasing me saying i behave like a woman while also tickling me. I laughed so hard And tried tickling him back. He wriggled like a dragon and ran away. His laugh was so loud i had to beg him to keep quiet.

    From that night, we began bonding like old buddies. He told me about prison life (he spent 2 years there ), told me about how gay sex operates and all. He told me he can kill anyone who harassed gay people because he believes that God created gays that way.

    He also told me that there was a gay guy who used to live in the neighborhood (before I moved in) and unknown to him, one of his boys bullied him and even went as far as setting him up. And because of that, the guy left the neighborhood. He said ever since that day, he had developed strong hatred for his mate and nobody knows that it was because of what he did to the gay dude.

    He said that I reminded him of the guy so much. From the sound of his voice, i could tell there was either something between him and the victimized gay dude or about him in person. He told me how he made all A’s in his senior WAEC and because there was no money to further his education (which he was desperate to achieve), he turned to robbery and was caught on his first mission.

    The streets was the only thing that cared so he stuck to it. I tried talking about God but he had a strong distaste for religion because when he was in need and turned to the church, all they did was use him under the Cloak of promises.

    Despite he was no doubt a hard man, it was evident its because he had alot of softness to protect.

    He said he doesn’t do crime anymore and came to lagos to hustle. He also told me one of the touts terrorizing the neighborhood was his cousin and he was still was an active criminal and he was squatting with him. He also disclosed to me that his cousin committed a robbery recently and has been arrested so he suspects the recent raid was due to his confession .

    “but you know you cannot go back to that house?” i said to him. “the police will keep watch in the next few days if not weeks”.

    “na me you dey tell that one?” he scoffed. He told me he knows that the neighborhood is crawling with plain clothed police officers because most guys in that area are wanted men.

    “you can stay here as long as you want until this whole thing dies down” i suggested; hoping he will agree.

    And agree he did.

    For the next few days i got him clothes and shoes his size.

    I also helped him cut his short dreads which we both had a good laugh while i shaved him.

    One day as i left for work, he asked me to buy him relaxer and dye (which i did). when i got home , he asked me to help relax and dye his hair and I did.

    While rinsing his hair, he disclosed to me that he loved having his head massaged that it turns him on and makes him sleep.

    “na him be say i don get work” i joked (hoping he knew i meant it).

    All he did was say “abi?”.

    When it seemed like the massage was taking too long, he said to me.. “ oya e don do. Comot make i pour water for body ”.

    He wanted to have his shower and didn’t want me in the bathroom with him. But I still stood there….. refusing to leave.

    I needed him so bad.

    “why dont you want to leave,You want look at my dick?” he said as he turned his back to me and removed his boxers to step under the turned on faucet.

    He had a strong back and a small black ultra tight backside. He seemed to be holding his dick because I couldn’t see any sign of it dangling from in between his legs.

    “what are you hiding” i asked him jokingly as i steeped closer to have a peek.

    Immediately , he turned his back to the position I was coming through and with his other hand splashed water on me.

    From the little i saw, i could tell he had a good dick.

    “abeg make i see nah…” i shamelessly began to plead.

    “If i show you, you promise say you go comot(leave)?”

    Yes. I answered.

    “Deal???”

    “DEAL!!!”. I agreed without thinking

    “GOD!!!!” I yelled; clasping my hands on my mouth as he turned around. Though His cock was semi hard, it looked like a python. So Thick, long, veiny and black.

    “oya comot(leave)…before you rape me” as he giggled at my reaction while pushing me out of the bathroom.

    I honoured my words and left him to shower. When he came out of the bathroom, he had just his towel. I noticed there was a bounce and pride in his walk.

    Obviously, he knew his penis was a wonder and he had something i loved. He began to sort of pose in a subtle way as he oiled his muscled body.

    “wetin you dey look?” (what are you looking at)he asked me smiling.

    “what are you feeling like now?” I replied as I rolled my eyes and flipped my invisible hair. He fell on the floor laughing. He tried to mimic me but failed woefully. He just couldn’t stop laughing as he begged me to do it again. But I refused.

    He pretended to be angry and went to sit down. I walked behind the sofa where he sat and began massaging his head.

    “leave me alone. Stop bribing me”.

    We both knew he liked it and didn’t want me to stop. After a while, he had grabbed his dick and was pressing it down. Whatever I was doing was no doubt working.

    Noticing he was getting aroused, i jumped over from behind the sofa where I stood and sat beside him. He just closed his eyes as he rested his head backwards. I ran my hands softly over the hair of his bulky chest and pointy nipples and he twitched just a little. His solid 6 pacs felt like steel in my hands and then i genty put my tongue on his nipples. He giggled and then moaned softly as i sucked on it while fiddling with the other nipple and chest hair. I ran my hands lovingly over the hand that held his dick and then i joined him to hold it.

    It was solid as a rock. I knelt in front of him and undid the towel. As I did, he now let go of his dick. While I stroked it with deep admiration, i tried to kiss his lips but he didn’t respond. I Tongue Kissed his neck, nipples and armpits as well. As i got to his dick and was about taking it into my mouth, he opened his eyes and said

    -“go baff” (go and bath)

    It was more of an order and I knew he didn’t have to say it twice . I kissed his feet and sucked his neat toes briefly and then i left for the bathroom. I brushed, douched, showered and put a little scent on my semi damp body to retain a distinct fragrance when my body air dries.

    I also oiled just inside my anal walls generously and left the surface dry. This technique is good because all it will take is a little spit to let the dick slide in without much difficulty.

    When i arrived the living room, mopol was still sitting down. His prick had lost its turgidity and laid lazily on his thighs like an overfed snake.

    As i approached him, his dick began growing with each nod. I came in front of him and leaned over to his warm solid hairy body. His hairy chest cushioned my body as my lips met his. Mopol opened his mouth to welcome mine and as we kissed deeply , he inhaled my scent And complimented it.

    Crushing his lips on mine, I knew he was hungry for me. His hands caressed my back and my fleshy soft ass. I resumed my tongue worship on his body and he watched me with pride and satisfaction as i took his pole in my mouth and began to mercilessly deep throat the shaft.

    He sat upright, edged himself foward as he met my thrusting head. Looking up, i caught his eyes smiling down at me. He was loving it.

    Laying down on the rug and facing up to the position he sat on the sofas edge, I went for his dangling big balls.

    “na aaahhhhhhh so oooooo hhhhhhh” he moaned repeatedly.

    He moved foward and was now completely squatting over my head as i sucked his balls i could see his sealed ass hole. I licked my way up to his ass hole and began to rim him. He went ballistic. He let out a little fart in my mouth but I didn’t stop.

    I held his very long and thick penis in my hand and strokes it with my saliva lubricated hands while i assaulted his man Hole with my mouth.

    After a while, he stood up and faced me. I sat up, positioned my back on the sofa’s edge and he inserted his dick back into my mouth. As i sucked him madly, it occurred to me he wasn’t touching me.

    I now laid on the sofa, pulled him to me and while we kissed, i moaned “suck my nipple”.

    He went for it.

    After tickling each of my fat succulent nipples, he started sucking and chewed my them one after another. He serviced them so hard i begged him to slow down. As he went for my dick and sucked me equally hard and rough, i raised my legs up revealing my cakes and smooth pretty pussy hole. I had just rimmed him and I hoped his instinct would tell him to do same .

    Gladly, he did.

    His tongue brushed my ass hole couple of times like a child licking a lollipop at the envy of other kids watching. Then he consumed it like a beast. He used his teeth to massage the fleshy mound of my protruding pussy hole as he pulled my ass cheek wide apart.

    After a thorough rimming, he got on top of me and looked into my eyes as his cock poked my hole. I took a big wad of saliva in my hand and found my way to his enraged dick. Lubing it up properly, it began to glide inside me so smoothly.

    A smile played on his lips and he never blinked nor shifted his gaze from my eyes as he slowly soaked every single inch of his big long dick inside of me. When he was completely inside me, he moaned a soft “baby you’re so sweet” as he kissed me warmly before he began fucking me.

    He had “desire” written all over his facial expression as he nailed me like a real man.

    “you love me baby?”

    he asked almost inaudibly and he pounded me.

    “yes baby…i love you daddy ” i moaned as i opened my ass wide enough with both my hands for his big pole to fuck me deeper properly.

    “i love you too baby…..You’re my wife baby….I love your ass baby…i will make you happy baby…..take my big dick baby” he just went on and on…

    “i want you to release in my mouth…i want to drink your love juice” i moaned.

    He was taken aback first but then nodded and kept on drilling me nice and steady until he began moaning “take it…take it”.

    He held his dick quickly and stood on the sofa. Standing just over my head, i took him in my mouth as jets upon jets of sperm flew straight into my mouth. He fucked my mouth as i swallowed His hot fresh natural milk.

    Resuming his position, he penetrate me again.

    “you’re the best baby” he smiled and said as he continued fucking me.

    Mopol went two more rounds at a stretch before he could rest while I wanked myself to climax as he sucked my nipples.

    Mopol stayed in my house for 2 weeks and 4 days and we fucked almost every day.

    We eventually got him to his village in imo state which was the safest place he could stay and at least survive for the time. I Visited him frequently until i got transferred to Port Harcourt and he joined me .

  • Bobby and The Boss

    Later…

    Door open. He walks from the bathroom. The light from the turned-on television fills the room. He had turned it on when he went into the bathroom. Water is dripping off him like a waterfall over a cliff and onto the carpet beneath his bare feet. Bobby is still in bed. On his side. One leg askew. Facing the window. There is a wide view available of the boy’s fine blonde-haired ringed hole. The kid is no longer lightly snoring. He is quietly sleeping. But his ass is framed in stark paleness against the wild-and-crazy pattern of the comforter on the double-sized bed. Boss’ hand goes to his cock. His fingers begin to glide, ever so gently, along its length. He has not shot his load. But he wants too. Needs too. As it has been building since the early morning.

    He walks across the room. To the boy’s bed. The younger man’s bed. His hand constantly stroking his cock with each step he takes; before he stands before the boy. And Bobby’s waiting ass. He did not rim the hole earlier. He finger-fucked it. Long. And hard. But he has every intention of doing so. And he aims to remedy it. Now.

    He stoops down. Putting the upper portion of himself onto the bed. Bobby moves under this weighted disruption. His leg falls. Opening an even easier access to him, the Boss; making it even more accessible; allowing entry to the boy’s hole. He squats. He gently blows at the boy’s hole. The fine hairs do a gentle wave back to him, calling him. Beckoning him. He takes a whiff of the boy’s sweet aroma. Musky. And the lingering effects from the previous finger-fucking; less than 20 minutes earlier.

    The fine hairs of the boy’s ass tickle his nose as he does a few laps with his tongue at the young man’s sweet nectar. He digs in.

    “Don’t pucker, boy!” Boss whispers. “Don’t pucker that hole against me! Let me in. Let me in.”

    There is no answer from the boy. He is not even aware of what is transpiring at his welcoming tunnel. Boss hopes. He wants to feast on this hole without any interruptions.

    But he dives back in, letting the roughness of his two-day stubble grind into the soft flesh of the boy’s backside. This gets the boy’s sleepy attention. He mumbles. In an inaudible moan.

    “Ahhhhhh!” The boy begins to stir, wiggling his ass as Boss’ tongue darts in and about the ever-moistening hole from the older man’s generous saliva. He bites about. Gently. Munching. Like it is a snack. It is. But the boy seems to open himself voluntarily with this constant rimming. And he takes more and more of his tongue. Going deeper and deeper with each plunge as he roughly tongue-fucks the boy’s sweet ass. As the hairs around the boy’s hole makes Boss’ cock grow harder. He delves further into the kid’s dark passage.

    But he wants more than just to ram his tongue into the boy’s ass. He wants to inch the entire length of his cock into the boy’s now lubed hole. It is calling to him for some of his masculine attention. It has been a while since he fucked such a delicious hole. Not since the last Tech that held the kid’s position. But he had to go back to college. He said. And he has missed it ever since.

    But Boss does not touch his cock as streams of his juice continue to leak profusely onto the comforter. His hands are on either side of the kid’s buttocks separating them, pulling them apart, allowing further entry.

    Then. Boss gently places his left hand atop Bobby’s leg. This causes the boy to instinctively roll over onto his back. The kid is between a haze of sleep and an awareness as he moves.

    Boss’ calloused hands goes to the boy’s thicket of full bush between his legs. A golden lion’s mane encircles the young man’s cock; his balls, which are dangling like cisterns of masculine juice. He lets his fingers nestle in these delicate hairs around the precious jewels; blessed to be in their virile presence. From there, his fingers inch up the ever-widening treasure trail to the naval; and travelling still northward to the ridges of the boy’s six-pack, his abs, and onward to the dusting of the forest-like growth that covers the boy’s heavily muscled pecs of his chest. The young man stirs under this precise attention. His cock grows hard. Harder under the stimulation from his surveyor-mentor. His Boss.

    Boss’ cock is equally aroused from this attention he is paying to the young god laid out before him. But he does not touch himself. But the steady leaking, like a damaged faucet, continues its drip, drip, drip from his cock. Puddling into a visible wet spot. (And mingling with others he knows have been there before. For the same purpose, he reckons.)

    Bobby mumbles. Alert to what is transpiring.

    “What? What?”

    Boss is biting, roughly, on his left nipple. His most sensitive one. He likes the gnawing. Always has. For a long. Long. Time. Bobby’s hand goes to his cock. He is hard. Hard as any 19-year-old would be under a similar circumstance. Stimulated. Aroused.

    “You like that?” Boss asks. “Do you like it?”

    Bobby barely mumbles a ‘yes.’

    Boss continues and goes to the other nipple. Each grows more sensitive as they are milked and tenderized by Boss’ tender and skillful mouth and tongue. Bobby sighs. And grunts the more they are played with.

    “I want to fuck you, boy.” Boss says. Abruptly.

    There is silence. Except for the gentle whirring of the A/C unit underneath the window.

    “NO!” Bobby answers. “NO! NO!”

    Boss’ face lights up with alarm. Surprised by Bobby’s words. By the kid’s actions. This is not what he is supposed to say.

    “I want your ass! Your ass!” Bobby says as he looks into the eyes of his boss. He wants the Boss’ ass. He does not flinch. Not a slip. And continues with his stern sentence. “And you are going to give it to me!”

    A sly smile creeps across the younger man’s face.

    “You want my nine inches. It is why you keep going at my cock. You want it. Doncha?” Bobby says with an authority that catches the Boss by surprise.

    Bobby backs up to the headboard. His cock slinging its juice as he moves. His pubes bathed in the moisture of his manhood. But Boss stays where he is. Now at the side of the upright younger man. His cock, still throbbing in its hardness and ever glowing in its deep red hue.

    “Yes! Yes! I want you to fuck me. I do!” Boss says. “I do! I have since I hired you.”

    Bobby is satisfied. He knew it. He knew where this would go eventually. And now they are here. And he is happy. More than happy.

    Bobby reaches towards Boss and tosses him onto the bed. Using the strength of his youth. In the roughness, the bed slams against the wall. Each lets out a stifled laugh.

    “You think the neighbors heard us?” Boss says snidely.

    Bobby does not answer. His right hand is on his cock smearing his leaking liquid over the head of his tool, which is also fueling more from the depths of his balls. When he is excited, he pours out the man-cream. In abundance.

    “Be gentle.” Boss pleads. Sounding like a defenseless innocent. “Be gentle, please.”

    But Bobby pays no attention to the pleas of the older man. No mind. This is payback for all the needless hazing and mental torture he has inflicted on him for the past few weeks.

    Bobby places several fingers into his mouth and lubes them up with saliva. He likes to choke his meat with only the mouthfuls of his spit and equally likes to plug waiting holes with the same. Boss is no different than any of the others he has filled. And there have been many.

    “Be gentle. Now.” Boss pleads. Please be gentle.”

    But Bobby willfully ignores the plea. Again.

    At the entrance to his Boss’ hole, he swaps it down with his cock, already painted down with his ever-leaking seed. As he paints the hole, he begins to gush with mounting anticipation. The man’s ass is bathed in Bobby’s clear juice. After a swipe of two or more, he japs his tool roughly into the man’s tempered hole.

    “FUCKKKKKKKK! FUCKKKKKKKKKKK!” Boss yelps.

    “Loosen up!” Bobby demands as he reaches for the man’s neck, contorting him, at an odd angle but stretching his hole as he welcomes in his stiff – steel-like cock. “Loosen yourself. You fuck! Do the fuck what I say. Do it!” Bobby demands while he tightens the grip around the man’s upturned neck.

    Boss does. And Bobby sinks in. Further. All of him. Inch-by-inch as the pubes of Bobby’s golden mane of bush mingles with the fine white hairs wrapped around the hole of the 41-year-old man’s ass.

    Both sigh as Bobby pounds the older man’s ass. Each are swamped in an aroma of outpouring sweat. And that adds to the lubrication.

    “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Boss screams as Bobby intensifies each thrust. The sounds of flesh-against-flesh fights against the roar of the A/C. But the slaps of wet flesh against another are winning.

    Bobby continues to pound Boss’ ass. Ramming the bend over man, still in a contorted doggy-style.

    “Now you now how the cock feels that you have been eyeing. Doncha ya? Doncha ya?” Bobby yells into the ear of the submissive man. “I saw you. Always leering at my crotch. Wandering what you could not see. How does it feel? How does it feel?’

    “Give it to me! Give it to me!” Boss screams, as Bobby rams, and rams. His cock going deeper into this now loosening ass. Bobby does not cease but the energy between them fuels his momentum. And suddenly he stops. If he keeps this up, he will cum. And he does not want too. Not yet.

    Boss is surprised. “Why did you stop? Why?”

    “Shut the fuck up, you bastard.” Bobby says intensely. “We are going to move into a different position.”

    Boss proceeds to slide off the boy’s cock.

    “What the fuck are you doing?”

    “Moving?” Boss questions.

    “Don’t you get the fuck off my cock. You are going to stay locked on me or I am going to pound you rougher than I already have.” Bobby says with a furiousness that even surprises him, but the adrenaline of the moment has taken over.

    Boss begins to disengages the two.

    “Not now, you ass, but when we are repositioned.”

    A mock laughter echo between them.

    They maneuver about. But manage to stay where they were. Bobby deeply impaled in his Boss’ well-lubed and tightly-filled ass. Bobby on his back. And Boss. He is facing towards the television. The TV whirring but the sound muted.

    “Ride me!” Bobby yells. “Ride me like you would any wild horse!”

    Boss begins to pump the boy’s cock, while his ass is still wrapped around the boy’s cock like a vice.

    Boss starts out slow. But the more he slides up and down, the sensation overwhelms him. He wants more. And more.

    “Slow the fuck down!” Bobby demands, “What’s ya damn hurry? Slow down!”

    Boss continues to ride the young pale stallion like a character in the farce movie,Blazing Saddles. Reverse cowboy.

    Bobby grips the side of the man as he bucks like a bull rider, attempting to temper the gyrations. But he does not. Each time the older man rises off his cock, Bobby can see the man’s ass squeezing on his hard tool like a vice. And that makes him, harder. The blood flowing through the many veins of his fleshy member.

    But Bobby can no longer sustain this man in this position. Although he wants too.

    “Face me!” Bobby demands between bouts of extreme pleasure.

    “What?’

    “Face me! Helicopter around and face me!” Bobby says as the man stops the oil-rigging on Bobby’s cock.

    “Helicopter?” His boss asks.

    “Yes. Turn your damned ass around. But doncha dare lift yourself off me. Turn the fuck around, you bastard.” Bobby says, again, with such force and power in his lowering baritone voice. He does not recognize his own voice. But it is him.

    Boss turns. From looking towards the television, he spins. His ass grinding into Bobby’s pubes. The move is slow, but the crown of Bobby’s cock finds places in Boss’ well-lubed and loosened hole that Boss never realized, he had. He can barely take the sensations as the change in the maneuver happens. He has never experienced those sensations before.

    Boss finds himself looking into the face of his younger employee. Boss’ cock flips and flops as he moves in this stance. He is still hard and leaking pre-cum endlessly.

    “FUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKK!” Boss moans as he adjusts to his new position. “I have never done that before. DAMN! That felt good.”

    Bobby smiles. He has more than once. And each time he gets a similar reaction after it happens. But he learned it from a high school friend. A fellow ball player. A fellow athlete. A friend. On how to do it.

    Boss can feel the boys’ cock as it snakes up his hole, like a cobra hypnotized ready to strike. He jiggles his ass, rocking back-and-forth, in the hairy mane wrapped around the kids plunging cock. He squeezes the boys’ cock with his ass which causes an immediate reaction out of the boy.

    “FFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!” Bobby squeals, barely able to articulate the one syllable.

    Boss continues with his gyrations.

    “Keep it up, you bastard!” Bobby yells as Boss once again uses his inner ass muscles buried up in the older man’s hole.

    “My name is Breckin!” Boss says. “My name is fuckin’ Breckin.! Bobby!”

    He had gone to far. But he knew the man’s name. He has known for quite a while. But he got the reaction, he expected.

    Breckin continues. Squeezing and milking the fierce snake rammed far up his ass. Stirring the venomous fluid within him, as he chokes the boy’s cock with the very muscles he has used often in this circumstance. This is not the first time he has ridden such a man. But it is one of the youngest. But Bobby does not need to know that bit of information.

    Breckin looks to his watch. This glorious moment has been going on for near on forty minutes, one of his longest ever. Even more than his wife who waits for him at home. That sex does not last this long with her. But that has decreased in the last few years. But it is not often that he has been fortunate to bed such a young buck like Bobby. The kid has more prowess than he expected. It causes him to wonder, to ponder, is his son as proficient as the man who has his cock buried up to the hilt within him. But he and his son, do not talk, they barely even see each other. And he will not discuss sex with him. Who he fucks. What he does. That was a decision he made long ago. A no man’s land in conversation.

    Bobby rams harder. Shaking Breckin out of his momentary daze. Of things at home.

    “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Breckin orders. Wanting the cock to go deeper. Pierce him to the far corner of his hole. He feels the steel-like cock hit his prostate. Each jackhammer like drilling stirs him nearer to release. But he has been holding back. Sustaining it for another minute. And another minute. And several more. He breathes. Trying to keep himself off that ledge.

    But it is getting increasingly difficult to do so. Until. Now.

    Breckin lets out a rolling, “aaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww,” almost humming like a chainsaw in his squeal as he unloads his thick spunk. The man’s cream flows like white streaming lava from his ricocheting hard tool. Slinging this juice from his thick loins in every direction, hitting Bobby on his manicured furry patches directly in front of him.

    Bobby continues to ram like a jackhammer into Breckin’s ass, who is still atop him in the cowboy on a horse position. Forward position. His cock slams into the older man and the noise fills the small room. The sight of his cock plunging in and out of Breckin’s hairy hole amps up his own adrenaline, but he slows down. Eases off on his forceful machinations. He does not want to burst his seed just yet. Bobby halts for a moment.

    “Clean me off!” Bobby demands of the older. “Lick your juice off me!”

    This catches Breckin unaware and begins to disengage himself from the cock plugged into him.

    “I did not tell you to get off my cock. Do it with me in you!” Bobby demands in his coarse baritone voice. “Do it with my cock in you!”

    Breckin complies and finds himself subjected to an odd angle. But he manages. Barely. A time or two nearly disengaging himself from the cork that is Bobby’s still hard cock in his ass.

    Breckin’s tongue is like rough wet sandpaper as he laps up his milky cream like a kitten at its morning bowl. And this hardens Bobby’s cock inside the man’s ass, more. But Breckin manages to clean every crevice of the hairy landscape that is the younger man’s chest. At one point the older man gets surprisingly close to Bobby’s face as if to kiss him. But that does not transpire. The minute drop of cum that is close to Bobby’s chin drips down and mixes with the other puddles atop the younger man’s forest of fur. And Breckin slurps it up.

    Once Breckin is finished with his licking. Bobby slowly renews the pounding into the man’s ass. Getting more and more intense with each thrust.

    “FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” Breckin the Surveyor screams as he rocks back and forth on the stiff fleshy-pole filling his loosening ass. “FUCK ME!”

    “Squeeze! Squeeze!” Bobby demands. As Breckin’s machinations works the interior of his ass, the muscles inside his darkened hole grips the ever-thickening cock that fills him. Breckin wants all the younger man. All of him.

    The wet sounds of his tool inside the older man’s ass excites Bobby more. He is near bursting. The closer he gets. The thicker his cock becomes. And the tightening of his cock in the man’s ass does its job. It is near.

    “FUUUUUCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK!” Bobby bellows as he explodes into Breckin’s ass. Bobby quivers in the pent-up release. His body shaking uncontrollably. He can feel his cream coat the interior of Breckin’s ass. Each pump of his heart releases a pulse through him that ends at his cock.

    “Don’t move, Fucker!” Bobby screams at Breckin. “Don’t you dare the FUCK move!”

    And Breckin does not. Not even an inch. Or a millimeter. For fear of some expected reprisal from Bobby.

    Minutes pass as Bobby comes off his ecstasy-fueled high from the eruption of his jeweled juices. And calms down.

    “That was good,” Breckin coos.

    “Did I tell you to talk?” Bobby says gruffly. “Did I?”

    Breckin nods his head, ‘no.’

    “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Bobby says in quick succession as he slowly extracts himself from Breckin’s now tempered dark hole. He is still swollen. His red bulbous cock-crown almost lets out a wail when it emerges from the confinement. Not necessarily happy to be freed from such a less-than-used space. Bobby reckons.

    Breckin’s 41-year-old ass was more than accommodating to Bobby’s 19-year-old prick.

    Both men are bathed in red. The excitement of the event washes over them.

    Bobby swings around and places both his feet on the floor. Breckin begins to move too.

    “Did I tell you; you could move?” Bobby says. “I didn’t. Did I?”

    Bobby stands. Sweat drips off him like a river while his skin glistens in the light of the television in the room. He feels more powerful than he has ever been before after his past fucks.

    “I will call you. And do not let go of the cum in your ass. If you do, you will lick it all up. All of it.” Bobby says. “You hear me?”

    Bobby trudges to the bathroom. Spent. And steps into the tub.

    “Breckin!” Bobby yells. “Come here!”

    Breckin cowers as he stands at the entrance to the bathroom. His shoulder leaning on the frame.

    “Yes, Sir.” He cowers with his head bent.

    “Get in here.” Bobby says. “Now!”

    Breckin comes and gets so close to Bobby, as if he expects the romp to continue. Both men standing cock-to-cock on the porcelain of the bathtub. The tub barely able to contain each man’s bodily girth.

    “Don’t kiss me! Don’t you dare touch me!” Bobby says as Breckin’s fingers gently mingled against the semi-erect cock that Bobby is still sporting.

    “Get on your knees!” Bobby orders. Puzzlement sweeps over Breckin’s face. But he does it. Without hesitation.

    Like a weepy puppy, Breckin looks up to the towering man. Bobby is looking down.

    Bobby grabs his cock and begins to douse the man with a rain of piss. He directs his golden tea like he had seen in many of Joe Gage’s porno flicks. And revels in the shock on Breckin’s face at this action. Bobby was not sure if he could do it, as he is often pee-shy, but he does. He does. The stream is steady as he empties his bladder onto the older man. Breckin says nothing. Nothing.

    “You still have my cum in your ass?” Bobby asks.

    Breckin nods.

    “Good.” Bobby says. “You stay where you are until I finish.” And he turns on the shower and straddles the now urine-soaked surveyor between his legs. Bobby lathers himself. Washing his hair. And all the hairs that cover him. Scrubbing the deep crevice between his legs. Removing the remnants of his boss’ slobber.

    He is clean. And the hot water is all but gone.

    He steps from the shower. His employer still tucked into a ball in the base of the tub.

    As he steps out of the bathtub, he says to the obedient man, “you can shower now.” As he walks out of the bathroom.

    The door is rapidly closed behind him and soon he can hear the flush of the toilet. And the rush of the shower. Breckin is lathering away the piss and cum that he was soaked in. Only minutes ago. Bobby laughs to himself as he dries himself with the plush towel as he lays atop the bed nearest the bathroom. The one once occupied by his boss. But he has now taken possession of it. Let the man he fucked, sleep in the remains of their sex on the bed nearest the window.

    Bobby’s cock flops to the right side of his thigh. This new sense of power feels good. But he knows he must not step to far. Get to cocksure. Arrogant. But he is going to enjoy this while he can. But that is not where he is now. He has more instore for Breckin. He has another surprise in the works. A surprise worth saving for a more opportune time. Maybe tomorrow. On the job.

  • Art Class

    In high school I went to an all boys school. One of my favourite classes was art class which I did as an elective subject, We had a great teacher, He was very relaxed and joked and messed around a lot, so the classes were always fun, Mr Moody, our art teacher always wore baggy pants and loose, half unbuttoned cotton shirts. He always looked as if he had a half hard cock flopping around in his loose pants and definitely didn’t wear any underwear by the look of the flopping bulge in his pants. His favourite art subject was Greek art so we studied lots of art with naked or near naked men in them. All the boys in the class were either gay or bi, This meant that I had a hard cock during most of the art classes and Mr Moody was often caught staring at the bulge in my pants on many occasions, I noticed that I was not the only one in class enjoying the pictures of naked men.

    In senior year we had a whole afternoon a week of ark class, there were about ten of us in the class so we had a very relaxed class. Then we arrived for class one afternoon Mr Moody had a male model waiting for us to draw. He was a very muscular, middle aged man of Greek appearance, When we arrived he was wearing a dressing gown but I could see his body was covered in very thick black hair. When he sat down Mr Moody told us that seeing we had the whole afternoon he had arranged for a live model for us to draw in some of the poses of the Greek drawing we had been studying.

    He had the model take off the dressing gown, He was a huge hairy man and he was only wearing a small jock strap covering his oiled body, I noticed that even his bare ass was covered in thick black hair as he turned around to put the coat on a chair. The front of the jockstrap was packed with a thick, half hard long cock that pointed up towards the waist band and a set of big nuts, all clearly visible through the stretched material.

    Mr moody positioned the model in the first pose and told us to start drawing. As he passed by me I noticed that his cock looked to he much bigger than usual in his baggy pants, I didn’t take long for my own cock to go rock hard at the sight of the big hairy man in front of us. I noticed that most of my class mates had the same problem.

    After about 15 minutes Mr Moody put the model in another pose, this time his legs were spread wide apart. I could see one of his hairy nuts pushing its way out of the leg of his jockstrap, I also had a good view right into his hairy ass crack. Mr Moody used his hands to spread the models ass cheeks as he positioned him. His puckered brown ass hole was clearly visible. It was hard to concentrate on the drawing.

    After another 15 minutes Mr Moody repositioned the model again, this time I had a very clear view of the front of him and as he crouched down, one of his fat hairy nuts hung out the leg of the jockstrap and the head of his now hard 10” uncut cock started poking out the top of the waist band. Mr Moody stood next to me looking at my drawing it was impossible to hide the raging hard cock in my pants. As I glanced over I noticed his hard cock pulse in his baggy pants.

    For the next pose Mr Moody had the model remove the useless jockstrap and his rock hard cock stuck straight out in front of his hairy body and his heavy, hairy nuts hung half way down to his knees. As Mr moody positioned him I noticed that a couple of his fingers slipped into the models hairy ass hole, making it gape open wider.

    When it was time for the next pose Mr Moody told us we would be doing some of the wrestling poses so he needed as volunteer. Everyone was very quiet, there were no volunteers. I could see Mr Moody looking at me, I cringed at the thought of my class mates seeing me up there with my hard cock. He then walked over to were I was sitting and told the class that seeing there were no volunteers he would pick someone. He put his hand on my shoulder and told me I was it.

    He told me there was a jockstrap in the storeroom I could change into, but I was to hurry up and not keep the class waiting. When I tried to complain he dragged me out of me seat and headed me towards the storeroom door. I was both excited and terrified of the though of being in the grip of the big hairy Greek. I quickly stripped off and started to pull on the jockstrap, it was far too small and my hard cock and balls were bulging out of the sides. Mr moody came in to hurry me up, dragging me out while I was still half hanging out of the jockstrap.

    He handed the model a bottle of oil and told him to oil me down and do himself again for the next pose. He wasted no time covering me in the oil, when he got to my ass he took his time and managed to slide his fingers into my ass hole, working the slick oil inside. While Mr moody talked to the rest of the class the model reapplied the oil to his own body. He asked me to do his back for him and I coated his hairy back with the slick oil. When I got to his ass he pushed back onto my fingers, grinning,, letting a couple of fingers slide easily into his well fucked ass hole.

    When he was finished Mr Moody positioned us for the next wrestling pose, We were crouched over and the model was behind me with his hairy arms wrapped around my body. His rock hard, fat 10” uncut cock was resting against my oiled ass crack. My hard cock was poking out of the skimpy jockstrap. As we held the position the model would move his hips slightly, each time he did his hard cock slid further into my slick ass crack until the fat cock head was resting on my puckered ass hole.

    I was no virgin, I had been getting my ass fucked by my mates and men at the park for years but this was the biggest cock I had ever seen. The next time he wriggled his hips I bit my lip as his fat cock head forced my ass lips open. By the time the pose was finished he had forced about 4” of his hard, fat cock into my ass hole. The next pose I was on my hands and knees and the model was crouched behind me, He expertly moved me down onto my knees without removing his cock from my fuck hole. As he got into position he put his fist into my mouth and rammed the rest of his 10” cock into my ass. I was sure the rest of the class saw the huge cock sink into my ass.

    As we held the position I could feel his fat cock pulsing deep inside my gut. He whispered into my ear, asking me if I had every had someone piss up my ass, I shook my head no, he told me I was about to feel the experience. I then felt a gush of hot piss filling my gut as his cock continued to pulse deep inside me. His thick chest hair dug into my back as he kept me in a tight grip.

    Just as the time was up for this pose the bell ran for the end of classes, Mr Moody told the model and myself to say were we were and told the class that they could stay back and finish this session if they wanted, No one left. Mr Moody told the class that for the next pose he needed another volunteer, He walked over to a mates of mine called Joe, He said something quietly to Joe and he eagerly agreed to help out. I knew why Mr Moody picked Joe, his mates call him stallion, He has the biggest cock in the school, not that thick but nearly 12” long when its fully hard. Joe had fucked me a couple of times, He would fuck any hole he could get his cock into.

    Joe quickly stripped off in front of the class, His cock was already rock hard. Mr Moody applied some of the oil to his body and cock. He then had Joe crouch behind the model, suddenly the model lurched forward as Joe drove the full length of his 12” cock into the models hairy ass hole, forcing his cock deeper into my gut. As the class were told to draw the scene I felt Joe slowly fucking the models ass hole.

    After about ten minutes I felt Joe full his cock out of the models hairy ass and he slid it up against my over stretched ass hole. His cock head pushed against my ass hole, next the the Greeks fat cock. When the model worked out what Joe was trying to do he shoved his fist back into my mouth, holding me tight with the other arm and Joe forced the head of his cock into my ass hole alongside of the Greeks cock. My ass felt like it was being split open as Joe forced more of his hard cock deeper into my gut.

    This was too much for the rest of the class and they came up front for a closer look at my ass being split open by two cocks. Joe and the Greek started to fuck my ass together and it only took a few minutes before they both erupted deep inside my gut, filling me with their hot cum. All the boys and Mr Moody soon had their cocks out as they watched my ass being loaded. When Joe slowly withdrew his spent cock another class mate started to fuck the models hairy ass while his still hard cock was buried deep inside my ass. A couple of the boys tried to double fuck me like Joe did, but most of their cocks were too short and they settled for unloading into the Greeks hairy ass. Last to try was Mr Moody with his very fat 10” cock. He showed no mercy ramming his cock into my ass next the the Greeks cock. They both started to fuck my ass and unloaded together deep inside me.

    Soon there was just Mr Moody, the Greek and myself left. When the model finally let me up my ass was gaping open and dripping cum and piss. He rimmed my ass out, taking the cum and piss. I was hoping that Mr Moody would bring the model back for another class, this time I would happily volunteer. When he was finished the model introduced himself as Antonio and told Mr moody that they should train my ass for fisting. I had a puzzled look on my face and Antonio said “ How about we show the boy how its done”.

    Mr Moody started stripping off his cloths and Antonio told me that it was my turn to rim his ass, He bent over and pulled his hairy ass cheeks apart and Mr Moody shoved my face into his cum filled ass hole. As I sucked out my class mates cum Mr Moody covered his hand and arm in oil. I was pull away from his ass and and watched as Mr Moody slid his hand and arm up to his elbow, into Antonio’s hairy ass. Antonio told me to rim Mr Moody’s ass while he got his ass fisted. Mr Moody was really ramming his arm hard into Antonio ass, he just moaned as each thrust went deeper. Antonio then told me to Fuck Me Moody’s ass. .It only took a minute for me to shoot my load.

    While we were cleaning up to leave Me Moody suggested that next time he might do a class on some of the more adventurous art themes.


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  • Let Me Lead

    I’m not sure what I’m more shocked about. The fact that I just walked in on Declan while he was showering, or that I walked in on him showering while he was in the middle of jerking off with his finger up his butt. But based on the horrified look on Declan’s face, I can tell the feeling is mutual to say the least.

    Blinking once, I snap out of my trance. “I’ll just…uh…yeah.”

    I quickly shut the door and press my back against it, quietly heaving out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. That was…something. I run my hand over my face before noticing my current state of dress. And it’s not the fact that I’m standing in my underwear that shocks me, it’s the semi that I’m currently sporting.

    Color immediately rises to my face. Did Declan see that? And why do I even have it in the first place? Wait, wait, wait, I just woke up from a nap. Of course, I’d at least be a little hard. But then again, why didn’t it go down when I walked in on Declan in the shower post-orgasm?

    The sound of the door opening behind me pulls me from my thoughts. I turn around to find Declan with a towel wrapped around his waist, still slightly damp from his shower. The sight of him, wet, toned, and nearly naked makes me gulp out of instinct.

    Declan looks up at me before immediately avoiding my gaze. “Um…I need to get dressed…”

    “Oh! Uh…right. I’ll just…be out…”

    I grab my shirt from the bedroom floor before stepping out into the living room, shutting the door behind me and slipping my shirt on. Taking a seat on the couch, Declan steps out a moment later, dressed in shorts and a tank top.

    He joins me on the couch, taking a seat next to me and saying nothing. We sit in silence for a moment before a small snicker escapes my throat. And with that little crack, the dam breaks for both of us. Both of us immediately howl with laughter, falling into the couch and holding our sides.

    The laughter goes on for several minutes before we finally calm ourselves down and rest our heads on the cushions behind us. I run the back of my hand across my forehead, wiping away a bit of sweat there, before looking over and finding Declan looking right back at me.

    His bright green eyes almost pierce into me, locking me in a trance I feel like I don’t want to come out of. Locks of his dark hair fall over his forehead and my hand twitches, wanting to flick them away. He’s really…a beautiful man. There’s no other way to describe it. He’s just beautiful.

    A phone ringing interrupts the moment and I immediately know the ringtone. Sitting up with a groan, I walk over to my bag and pull my phone out. “Hello.”

    “Are you at practice?”

    I pinch the bridge of my nose. “No. It’s the bye week. We’re typically supposed to be limited to weight training and cardio, but some of the team and I are planning on some scrimmages this afternoon.”

    Dad grunts on the other end of the line. “And I take it you did as I told you last night?”

    My teeth grit together for a moment before I relax my jaw. “I did. And then proceeded to stay awake all night in order to have time to finish my assignments needed for my classes. I woke up about ten minutes ago.”

    There’s a pause for a moment. “I see. And your classes are going well?”

    I pull my phone away from my ear and stare at it for a second. He’s actually asking me something normal? And not being an ass about it? “They are. Midterms are in a few weeks, so I’ll need to make those an important focus besides football.”

    He grunts again. “Continue your current training regimen. And remember to stretch after practice and workouts. I need to go.”

    He hangs up without another word and I slowly lower my phone. That was…interesting. He wasn’t a complete jackass this time, so why do I feel so unnerved? “Everything okay?” Declan asks from the couch.

    “Yeah…just my dad again.” I return to my seat with Declan. “It was weird this time. He didn’t order me around like he usually does or make me feel like garbage. It was…normal, I guess?” I fall back into the couch cushions. “But who’s to say next time I talk to him he won’t be like he usually is?”

    My hands run through my hair in frustration. “I just…I just want to live the kind of life I want, not the kind that someone else decides for me. I want to go out without any sort of expectations and just be…me. Hell, I don’t even think I know who ‘me’ is anymore.”

    I quickly blink away the wetness I feel at the corners of my eyes, trying not to feel any weaker than I already do. As I lament at my own frustrations, an arm wraps around my chest and a stubbled jaw presses into my shoulder and neck. “W-What’re you doing?”

    “Hugging you, dumbass. Everyone needs a hug every once in a while, even if they don’t know it. We’re all allowed to rely on someone else sometimes, Ash. If you’re struggling, there’s no harm in reaching out. Just know that I’ll be here if you ever do need it.”

    The kindness in his words causes me to return the hug, using more force than I probably need to. A chocked cough escapes my throat and, as much as I don’t want it to happen, the tears finally fall. Years of pent up frustration, anger, sadness, and disappointment flow out of me, and Declan holds me through each and every second of it.

    It takes longer than I would like, but I finally compose myself enough to slip out of Declan’s hug. Feeling a mess, I wipe my face and laugh at my current state. “I must look disgusting right now, don’t I?” I ask, rubbing my eyes dry.

    “One hundred percent, and I don’t care. As long as you feel even the slightest bit better, that’s all that matters.”

    Nodding slightly, I clear my throat and stand up. “I need to get going. I have that scrimmage with the guys pretty soon and I need to get changed.” I return to Declan’s bedroom and slip my pants and shoes on before grabbing my bag. “I really appreciate you letting me crash here. And that…other stuff too.”

    “It’s nothing. I’m sure you’d do the same for me if I were in the exact same state. And if you need me again, you know where to find me.”

    He gives me a wink that hits me right in the chest. With a parting smile, I step out and shut the door behind me. I rub my neck right where Declan rested his head before, remembering the heat. With a sigh, I head toward the stairs, my mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

    —————-

    October moves by slowly, each day feeling like a repeat of the one before. More football, more classes, more of dealing with dad, who’s largely gone back to how he usually is after that one phone call. The team has largely gone back to the way it was before, much to coach’s satisfaction, but we still have about half a season to go.

    As for classes with Declan, they’re the one moment in life where I feel I can just let go and do what it is I want. I’m by no means a dancer, but I do find myself enjoying it the more I do it, and so is everyone else in the class.

    Declan’s a great teacher, patient and understanding while passionate and able to get us to push ourselves harder than we do. As the class goes on, more and more of us stay after the class has ended to keep working with Declan. There’s just something about him that makes his students want to work with him more.

    November hits before long, the trees turning bright orange and red and everyone breaking out their best fall gear. I’m finishing up some stretches at the end of Declan’s class, Declan having showed us all the basics to ballet and working with us to get them right.

    Declan claps his hands together to get our attention. “We’re going to end things here for today. Really great work everyone. And I’m glad you guys are invested in learning more about dance. Next time we’re going to transition into some more contemporary stuff, so hopefully you’re ready to stretch.”

    A few people groan at the thought of being bent like pretzels. Everyone grabs their bags and heads out, but I linger a bit. “Today was fun,” I say, slipping my gym bag over my shoulder.

    “Everyone seemed to enjoy it, though some of the guys seemed hesitant to learn some ballet. Too girly, I’m guessing, for them.” He rolls his eyes some. “Anyway, I’m off to grab lunch. Want to join?”

    “Sure thing. Ready whenever you are.”

    Declan gives me a once over. “Um…are you sure? You’re dressed a little…tight.”

    Looking down, I see my compression pants and compression tank and shrug. “I’ve run through campus in my underwear in sophomore year. This is nothing. Plus, if you’ve got it, why not flaunt it?”

    I tighten my quads, enjoying the feeling of the compression material stretching. “If you say so, exhibitionist. C’mon, I’m hungry.”

    He grabs his own bag and we head out together. A brisk breeze is in the air as we walk out, but it feels good after the workout class gave me. Sure enough, I feel the gazes of people as we walk through campus, most likely looking at the nearly obscene pants I’m currently wearing. Eh, screw ‘em. They can’t see anything under these.

    Finding one of the campus cafes, we each grab a small meal and take a seat outside. “You really didn’t have to buy my lunch, you know,” Declan says, biting into his salad.

    “I know. I wanted to. Plus, it’s a thank you for letting me crash at your place again a couple days ago.”

    Ever since the first time I slept at Declan’s place, I’ve gone over there at least three times a week be it to hang out, crash after a long day, or so we can have dinner together. He’s really become someone I can rely on when I need a hand.

    As I bite into my salad, my phone rings from my bag. Pulling it out, I see Mom is calling me. “Oh, Jesus…” I mutter.

    “Everything okay?” Declan asks.

    “Yeah, just my mom. She probably wants to pull me into something.” I accept the call. “Hi, Mom.”

    “Hi, pumpkin! What are you doing?”

    The tiny slur in her diction tells me she’s been going at the booze for a little while already today. “Having some lunch with a friend, so it’s not really- “

    “Oh, that’s nice, dear. I’m in the middle of planning our Thanksgiving gala that’s in a few weeks!”

    The what? “Thanksgiving…gala?” I tentatively ask.

    “Yes! Ramona gave me the wonderful idea of hosting our own little shindig for the holiday! And before I knew it, I was already booking caterers, decorators, wait staff, the whole shebang! And what would a Thanksgiving gala be without a little pumpkin? And that’s where my own pumpkin comes in!”

    Here we go… “Um…when is this gala?”

    “Thanksgiving of course, sweetie! When else would it be?”

    I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Mom, I have a game on Thanksgiving Day. We’re playing North Carolina in the Victory Bell. It’s one of the biggest games of the season and I can’t miss it.”

    “Oh, I know all about your little football game. It’s in the early afternoon and my gala won’t start until the evening! So, once your game ends, we’ll hop you on the private jet, get you home, and before you know it, you’ll be standing in the middle of my wonderful gala!”

    She lets out a squeal high pitched enough to make dolphins cry. Just the idea of playing in a game for three hours, hopping on a plane home, and mingling until the early morning hours makes me sick to my stomach. Glancing across the table, I see Declan staring at me with concern on his face.

    An idea pops into my head. “Okay, I’ll go to your gala, but only on one condition.”

    There’s a moment of silence on the other end of the line. “Goodness, Ash. You’ve never done something like this before.”

    Her instant sobering up at the idea of something not going her way makes me wince, but only for a second. “It’s nothing bad. I just want to invite a friend of mine and his family to the event.”

    “Oh, well why didn’t you just say so? The more the merrier, I always say!” Except she always says it about flutes of champagne. “I’ll send you the details soon and you can tell your little friend and their family all about it! Oops! Need to run. Sharon is inviting me to brunch!”

    The hangs up without so much as a goodbye. I fall back in my chair, having felt as though I’d run a 400-meter sprint. “What in the hell is a Thanksgiving gala?” Declan asks, looking as confused as I feel.

    “Your guess is as good as mine. But all I know is that I’m stuck in it now.”

    “And I guess I am too.”

    Declan quirks an eyebrow at me and I run my hand over my face. “Look, I’m sorry I got you roped in. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to. I was just trying to get a one up on my mom for once.”

    Declan stays silent for a moment. “Well, I hate the idea of you suffering at some weird Thanksgiving thing that you aren’t even interested in, and God knows my brothers would love the idea of having all the free food they can have. Plus, my dad really deserves something nice for once for all the hard work he’s done.”

    He pulls out his phone. “Let me text them all and ask. There will be food at this thing, right?”

    “Enough to feed a small country.”

    “Then that will be enough incentive for my brothers.”

    Finishing his text, he puts his phone back into his pocket. We get back to our lunch and as we’re finishing up, several texts suddenly blow up Declan’s phone. “Well, I guess my brothers are in.”

    Declan shows his phone to me of a video Colby recorded of Emmett and Brock acting like what appear to be severely starved gorillas, right before Mr. Roth comes into the garage looking confused as all hell. “I’ll say.”

    “Colby says he needs to think about it because of his mutism, but he’ll let me know.”

    We quickly finish the rest of our meal and start our trek back to Declan’s apartment, ignoring a few cat calls and whistles from guys and girls alike in regard to my pants. But with a jiggle for fun here and there, we make it back to Declan’s place. “Will you please put on some real pants now?” he asks as we walk inside.

    “Aw, but the breeze feels nice…”

    He steps into the kitchen and grabs a banana, tossing it at me and hitting me in the shoulder. “Next time I’m throwing a knife.”

    Laughing a bit, I duck behind the couch quickly swap my compression pants for a pair of sweats. Taking a seat, I notice a few stacks of paper sitting on the coffee table. “What’s all this?” I ask, picking up a piece of paper and looking it over.

    “Oh, they’re just a few dance routines I’m working on, and some lesson plans for my classes. I’m trying to decide what sort of direction I should go with the next few weeks before the break.”

    We take a seat on the couch and I look over one of the sheets. “I mean, there are tons of dance routines that already exist, why not have the classes learn a routine as an assignment?”

    He scratches his chin. “Those kinds of exercises are good for a warmup, but aren’t really the direction I want to go. Yeah, it’s fun to memorize dance routines you’ve seen before, but it limits a person’s creativity and expression.”

    After a moment, a light bulb pops above his head. “Ooh, that could be an idea for a final assignment. Choreographing their own dance routines…”

    He writes his idea down and I watch as he works, finding it so engaging how dedicated he is to dance. His brows knit in concentration, his lips pressed together as he mulls over his thoughts, things I’d never noticed about another person before are the little things that grab my attention from Declan.

    Sighing softly, I run my fingers though my hair. “I don’t know how you do it…”

    “Do what?” he asks, not looking up from his papers.

    “Be just…passionate, about all this. Makes me almost jealous…”

    He pauses in his writing and looks over at me. “What do you mean? You’re passionate about football, aren’t you?”

    The question I’ve never fully known the answer to looms over my head. “Football has been my whole life since I was old enough to hold a ball. But it was never a choice. It was chosen for me. I do enjoy the feeling of being part of a team and staying active and healthy, but passionate? I…I don’t think I am…”

    My leg bounces as the anxiety of my uncertainty fills me. “I really don’t know what it is I want to do anymore. Yeah, I enjoy football, it’s all I’ve ever known. But do I see myself doing it for the rest of my life? I don’t think I want to…”

    Blowing out a breath, I fall back into the couch and stare up at the ceiling. A pathetic laugh escapes me. “Nearly twenty years of football and I’m just now finding out I don’t want to do what I’ve done my whole life. Jesus…”

    As I lament my loss of direction, a hand wraps around my head and pulls me onto Declan’s shoulder. “Just because you’re lost right now doesn’t mean there isn’t something out there for you. I mean, look at me. I didn’t know I wanted to go into dance professionally until I was 17. Before that I thought I’d either get a desk job somewhere or work at my dad’s repair shop.

    “People never really know what they want until it’s right in front of them. But when they do, they grab on for dear life and never let go. They finally found the answer they were looking for. Your answer is out there somewhere, Ash. You just gotta find it.”

    The truth in his words reflects the conflict inside of me. Gazing down at him as he rests on my shoulder, I swallow the spit building up in my mouth. Declan looks up at me, his long eyelashes framing his bright green eyes as he locks them with mine.

    Declan’s words echo in my head, people finally realizing what they want when it’s right in front of them. And for the first time in my life, I’ve found the certainty I’ve been looking for. And it’s in this beautiful man sitting right beside me. “Please let me be right about this,” I whisper to myself.

    I reach out and rest my hand on Declan’s cheek, the scratchy stubble digging into my palm and his soft skin warming my freezing fingers. I feel him suck in a breath at the sudden touch, but he doesn’t move away from it. Rather, he welcomes it.

    He lifts his head slightly, narrowing the distance between us. “Ash…”

    No more hesitating. This is my decision. I reach my fingers around the back of Declan’s head, intertwining them with whisps of his hair, and pull him toward me. The first contact of our lips together is clumsy, mine too high to connect properly, but I quickly adjust to meet him head on.

    My skin erupts in chills as heat fills my body, the warmth from Declan radiating over me in a welcome embrace. The feeling of his hands resting on my shoulder and chest brings us even closer together, deepening our kiss for just a moment.

    Just as quickly as it happened, Declan pulls away slightly. A blush has filled his face and the remnants of my saliva rest on his mouth. He clears his throat slightly. “I uh…I guess I really didn’t expect that…”

    “Was it…bad?” I ask tentatively.

    “No! No, no it was amazing! I’ve been waiting more than three years for this moment to happened and-“

    He cuts himself off and his blush turns a deep crimson. A small laugh escapes me. “More than three years, huh?”

    “Oh, shut up. I thought you were hot the first day I met you. This is practically a dream come true for me…”

    He grabs a pillow and buries his face in his, trying to hide his embarrassment as I laugh at his misfortune. I scoot closer and rest near his ear. “Sorry it took me so long to realize that this is what I wanted,” I whisper.

    Declan lifts his head. “Kiss me like that again and maybe I’ll forgive you…”

    Laughing, I toss the pillow away from Declan and tackle him onto the couch, lying on top of him as he giggles from the sudden assault. “Then I guess I better get started with that apology.”

    Winking at him, I pull his mouth to mine once again, my anxiety finally at ease for once in my life as the answer I’ve found lies beneath me in a warm embrace.


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  • Leather Shop Abuse

    I was really starting to enjoy living in the city. I had found a good leather shop, the guy who owned the shop made pants, vest and other clothing to order or you could buy off the rack and he would adjust the size to fit you. The shop was down stairs in a basement in a back street. Most of the people who went there were told about it by friends. He also sold novelty items, lube, dildos, slings, restraints and just about anything you needed, He really catered to the biker and leather community.. The guy who owned the shop was called Mike, We was a pleasant, tall, skinny guys in his late forties. He always wore tight, old jeans and an open leather vest. I was fascinated by the substantial bulge down the right leg of his jeans and the two shiny rings through his nipples.

    This day I arrived at the shop around mid afternoon, It was quiet and I was the only customer. I had decided to buy a pair of leather pants and a vest off the rack. Mike was eager to help me find a good fit. He had me strip naked in the corner of the shop and gave me a pair of tight pants and a vest to try on. When I had them on he came over and ran his hand up the legs to check the fit, He told me to push my dick and nuts down the right leg and he would make them stand out in the fit. Mike insisted that you never wear underwear with leather pants.

    Mike marked the pants so he could alter them. Just as he finished the phone rang and he excused himself and answered the call. While I waited I browsed a rack of leather outfits. When Mike came back I had a small leather jockstrap in my hands. Mike suggested I should try it on. The pouch looked barely big enough to hold my nuts. He started to undress me right there in the middle of the shop. This just made my dick grow harder. When I was completely naked he handed me the jockstrap to try on. I tried to stuff my nuts and hard dick into the small pouch. Mike stood there grinning, I had barely manages to stuff one nut and part of my dick into the pouch. One nut hung out and my dick was poking up out the waist band. I noticed the bulge in Mikes jeans had grown and lengthened.

    Mike had me turn around and bend over so he could see the fit. My ass hole was still hanging open from the visit to the bikers club a few weeks ago. I heard Mike muttered “ Nice fuck hole.” as he pulled my ass cheeks apart and peered into the open tunnel. He slid a couple of fingers into the loose hole and asked “Have you had any toys in there lately.” I shook my head. Mike took me over to a bench, bending my over to expose my ass. He told me not to move. He returned a minute later shirtless, with a big box of dildos, butt plugs, ass spreaders and a can of grease. He took a hand full of the grease and worked it into my open ass hole, Taking one of the largest dildos from the box he plunged it into my ass without saying a word. He pushed all twelve inches of the thick dildo into my ass.

    As he worked the dildo into my ass two very large, hairy, tattooed bikers came into the shop. By the way Mike greeted them they were regular customers. The bikers were wearing open vests and both had on old ripped jeans and boots. They walked over to were Mike and I were at the bench. I noticed both bikers looked very well hung and I could see the purple tip of the head of one of the bikers dicks poking out a rip in the front of his jeans. He had a very large PA ring through the head of his dick. The biker made no attempt to hide the head of his exposed dick in his ripped, dirty jeans. They both stood watching Mikes pound my ass.

    One of them asked Mike if their order had come in yet, Mike told them it had arrived and he went to the counter to get it, He came back with a ten inch long leather studded sheath. The biker dropped his jeans and hauled out a huge fat dick and wrapped the studded sheath around his dick, The sheath made his dick fatter than a beer can and over 11 inches long. with a thick, PA ring through the purple head. His dick went rock hard. The bikers jokingly said pointing to his sheathed cock “ This can do a better job than any dildo and its full of hot juice.” I could see cum oozing out the big piss hole. Both bikers and Mikes stripped naked. Mike did have a very nice fat, 9 inch cock, thick veins running down the sides.

    The bikers lit up a joint and passed it to Mike and then me, Insisting I have some. I took a couple of deep draws while one of the bikers pounded my ass with the dildo. After a couple of minutes my head was spinning and my body started to go limp. They pulled the fat dildo out of my ass and started taking turns working their fist into my gaping hole. One of them had hold of my nuts, squeezing them tightly in his other fist.

    The two bikers grabbed me and told Mike, if they were doing to test their new toy I needed to be in the sling. One of them pulled the jockstrap off me and they tossed me onto the sling in the centre of the shop, quickly securing my ankles and wrists in the leather straps. One of the bikers pushed another smoke into my mouth and told me that if I knew what was good for me I will take deep drags. I could feel my whole body going numb as I dragged on the smoke. When I finished the smoke one of them secured a ball gag into my mouth to keep me quiet, As he secured it, he told me that they were going to rip me a new, deep hole and by the time they were finished my hole will never close up again. They got Mike to get some shaving gear, Lathered me all over and used a razor to shave all my hair off including my head. They left me totally bald and smooth.

    The bikers let Mike fuck my ass first with his fat dick and then one biker and Mike took turns ramming my ass. The biker with the sheath on his dick decided it was his turn and he rammed the whole thing into my ass in one hard push, making me let out a muffled scream. I could feel the sheath ripping my hole wide open, the bikers were enjoying them selves. Another couple of customer came in and stood to the side watching as they pumped their dick in their hands. Mike asked them if they wanted to join in and they jumped at the chance. Dropping their jeans and ramming their dick into my ass until they unloaded their nuts. Before long there were nearly a dozen horny men in the store. Then some more bikers arrived, They had heard from one of the guy that had unloaded earlier.

    Some of the bikers bent over and fuck the other guys watching, the more they objected the harder they got fucked. Even though the original bikers had dumped several loads each, they kept coming back for more. One of the bikers decided to fist my ass for the others to watch. My ass was dripping grease and cum. When thing started to quieten down the bikers and Mike decided to keep me chemmed and plug my ass with a fat butt plug and wait until later when the horny boys came to the shop after the pub and let them use their new toy. They had some of their mates visit a couple of the local sleazy pubs and get the work around.

    Mike anyone all the visitors they could try any of his toys on me while I was in the sling. One twisted biker decided to try the electro toys, he rammed a but plug into my ass and a long wand down my piss hole and attached a couple of electrodes to my nuts, using tiny needles to pierce each nut, he then alternated between the devices, sending shocks to my prostrate, dick and nuts. He had me dry cumming for an hour as the other bikers watched on. One biker wanted to pierce my dick with a PA but Mike stopped him, He did let him use a bottle brush on my piss hole. Another leather daddy brought his boy in and made him rim my ass out while the bikers canned his nuts.

    After the pubs closed the horny boys started to arrive, most of them just wanted a quick hole to unload their heavy nuts before they went home. The bikers grabbed a couple of them and fucked their asses after they had dumped in my ass. One old leather guy brought his rocky around to fuck me but Mike stopped him, One of the bikers made his boy get down on all fours and took the dick and in front of everyone.

    After midnight they finally let me up, out of the sling, My ass hole was a gaping, dripping sloppy mess. My nuts ached from the electrodes that had fried them and my piss hole had been stretched open and was swollen. The bikers told Mike that he should arrange for me to be here next Friday night, They wanted to take me out into the back alleys to be used. They also told Mike about a rough straight pub that they often took piss pig to, They would tie him up naked in the dark toilet and let the drunk, horny straights use his mouth and ass.. One good thing that came out of the night was that Mike gave me the leather pants and vest a gift.


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  • Compliance

    Upon successfully selling my home for a great price, the estate agent informed me that I had to get an ‘electrical compliance certificate.’ Upon discussing this irritating requirement with friends at lunch on Saturday, the host of the gathering told me about an electrician that I had to use. Barris, the electrician, was just the man for the job he assured me with a mischievous wink. From the glint in his eyes, I surmised that Barris would be superb eye-candy. I took down Barris’ details and made a mental note to contact him the following week.

    Upon phoning him, we arranged for Barris to visit me the following Saturday morning.

    After hearing my doorbell at the appointed time on Saturday, I opened up to find every gay man’s wet dream of straight guy fantasy. Barris was six-foot-tall, with curly brown shoulder-length hair. He had three-day-old stubble, wicked green eyes, and a body made for sin.

    After a brief inspection by him, we discussed his fee, which I found amenable. I then gave him the go-ahead, and he commenced with his duties immediately. He apologized for the rickety ladder he had brought along, explaining that his usual ladder had got stolen off his pickup the previous day.

    I promised to assist in this regard, saying that I had no problem holding the ladder for him when required. After twenty minutes after commencing the job, my assistance finally got asked. While standing atop the ladder and chatting with me, he casually lifted his t-shirt and scratched around his garden path. It was a wicked gesture and practically drove me out of my mind. Added to that, I noticed that Barris had the outline of what appeared to be a large snake running down the one side of his jeans. As he observed my focus on this protrusion, he casually continued rubbing his stomach.

    After finishing off with that light fitting, another followed. As he attended to the second fitting, Barris glanced down at me, casually running his left hand over the snake. Barris then coolly mentioned that he also offered ‘other services.’ Observing the surprised look on my face, he then informed me what those services would set me back. Somewhat flabbergasted, I inquired what those services might encompass.

    “Everything,” he replied, still rubbing the snake.

    As he dismounted the ladder, I asked, “May I think about it?”

    “Sure, Teddy, just let me know when my work is over,” Barris replied.

    I now fully understood the nature of the recommendation that I had received from my host the previous week. Barris continued working and when the entire job was complete.

    Once I paid him the certificate got handed over, he asked me if I had considered using his ‘other services’. Intrigued by the bulge I had seen, the whore in me had to take this to the next level. I had never paid for sex before and felt smutty when I agreed to do so. With a smile on his face, he accepted the additional cash, before explaining that his girlfriend had expensive taste.

    ‘If only she knew how you pay for those tastes,’ I inwardly giggled to myself.

    Having concluded our transaction, I led the way to my bedroom.

    After undressing, I wondered why this guy was wasting his time as an electrician. Barris could easily have been one of the superstars in the porn industry, given the size of his knob.

    Next, after falling to my knees, I could only accommodate half his dick down my throat, and with rivers of spit running down my chin, I gobbled away like a kid enjoying its first lollipop. He loved the oral attention and kept toying with my head while gently stroking my hair. Given Barris’ enormous size, I began gasping for air, like pearl divers deprived of oxygen after returning to the surface. Barris had a horny look on his face as he smeared his cock all over my face, before continuously returning his knob to my mouth.

    His enjoyment was so intoxicating and I forgot that I had paid for this sexual encounter. There was no hurry, only the sustained gratification of two people combined in a lustful interaction.

    After a while, he asked if I wanted him to fuck my arse. When I nodded, he inquired if I would be able to cope with his huge shlong.   

    “Put it in deep, daddy, I’ve got a long body,” I whimsically answered.  

    With a laugh, he gestured me towards the bed and suggested I lie on my stomach. As he climbed on me, I knew that my butt-hole was about to be put to its ultimate test. His entry was slow and deliberate, and just when I thought his intrusion would never end, he finally announced that he was all-in. The displacement in my backside was both stimulating and mind-boggling. Then, after a slight pause, his hips began to stir.

    Fortuitously, I was facing my dressing table and could see Barris in the mirror. Be able to ogle the object of my pleasure was an incredible bonus. Once again, Barris’ lustful expressions as he fucked me, added to the overall gratification of our encounter. 

    Barris’ grinding was heavenly. As he mashed his knob into my man-hole, my prostate was getting a massage like never before. Moving his body like a gymnast, he pounded my hole from every possible angle. Barris wasn’t into doing a rush job either and his long strokes stretched my butt-hole more than ever before. After his taxing onslaught, he announced that he was about to unload. The additional money I had paid was meaningless in comparison to the pleasure overwhelming me.

    Shuddering, he began to deposit the bonus I had paid for, and my butt-hole gratefully accepted the reward it had so rigorously earned. I had just had the fucking of my life!

    Afterward, we got dressed and had refreshments in the kitchen. Upon leaving, I thanked Barris profusely for his incredible service.

    After he drove off, I could not help thinking that in the future, I would be the star protagonist during conversations with friends; when the subject of big-dick encounters got discussed. The session hadn’t been romantic, but as far as ‘quickies’ were concerned, I had hit the jackpot. I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend, but I had overcome my reservations about paying for sex. Barris had taught me to be compliant.

    I would be moving into my new apartment in several weeks. The one thing that I knew was that I would be finding a multitude of electrical faults in my new home.


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