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  • Blackmailed into becoming a Gay Master’s Servant

    Just out of school, I decided at nineteen that I wanted to move to a big city and be on my own. I grew up in a small town and being always on my own because of living with my mother, who had a boyfriend and spent all her time with him, left me on my own most of the time. I was shy and had only a couple of friends who were not really close and who had girlfriends so I kept to myself most of the time.

    I moved to Dallas Texas, where I had been looking at the “Help Wanted” ads on the internet. I found a one room studio, which at the time I was able to afford with money I had saved over the years. Once settled in, I went on a job search and came across a company looking for collage students or recent graduates, 21 years of age. The job was for someone who could take phone orders and sometimes deliver to clients. I met with the office assistant and filled out an application, which required both my age as well as my college background. She said that I did not have to have any credentials proving my college and when I told her I just moved here and still did not have some fo my documents which I had left at my mother’s. She said it was not necessary, so then she had me meet with the supervisor who would become my boss.

    I was excited when he told me that I was hired and could start the next day. Now I had been there for 2 months and everything seemed to be going well, until I was called into the Company Manager’s office. I was nervous because I had never met him and was not sure why he wanted to see me. I entered his office and met Mr. Simon, who looked like he was in his late fifties, heavy, not fat and about 5’10”.

    I sat down while Mr. Simon thumbed through a file on his desk … then he spoke. Looking over your application, may I call you Roy … nodding my head, he then proceeded to to talk. You wrote that you are 21 with 2 years of college, but my investigators tell me something different … you are only;y 19 with no college, is this correct. Not knowing what to to say, I said yes, but said I was planning on going to college later on. Mr. Simon said the job requirements were very clear and not only id you lie, but put this company in danger of law suits and possible close down because of the nature of our business. To protect the company I need to report it to the State officials who we have contracts with. This will mean that not only will you be fired, but also will face criminal charges.

    By now, I was starting to cry … I did not think falsifying information would cause this. When Mr. Simon said is there anything you want to say before I make the calls, I begged his to not and asked is there anything I could do to make this go away.

    First, he said NO, then a few minutes later, he said let me think about it and I will get back to you, in the meantime, do your job, and mention nothing of this conversation to anyone. So for the next week, each day, I was nervous waiting for his decision. Then on Friday at the end of my shift, I was called to his office. Roy, I have thought about this matter and decided that if you are willing to certain conditions then I will not pursue this any further, but if you do not consent to what I am about to offer or decide later not to go further, then I will make sure you will be prosecuted.

    Mr. Simon, I will do any conditions but please give me a chance. Well then, I will tell you straight out … I want you to become my slave. Thinking that he wanted me to clean his house, run errands … I would do it, but then he told me what was really my future.

    He told me to stand, then said as my slave you will service me in any manner I want … that includes submitting to whippings, sucking cock, and being fucked. Now I was scared and he wanted an answer right then … I said yes, but said I had never done anything before.

    With that, he pushed a paper in front … this is your consent form sign it and we can begin. After signing it, he made me undress, then walk around with my hand behind my head…then I came over in front of him as he sat and inspected me, squeezing my balls until I let out a painful moan, he then had me turn around and bend over as he put a finger in my hole, laughing as he did it, saying you didn’t lie this time … I believe I have a virgin bitch. Okay now we will see how you take care of this, with that I turned around to see he had his pants down and his cock was sticking straight out … I had never seen another man’s cock before and compared to my cock his was huge. Okay boy, get down and suck it.

    TO BE CONTINTUED..

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  • Chad

    I rang the bell at my sister’s place, secretly wishing I would have gotten called in to work today. It was too hot and humid to be around all these people in such a small space. But it was her house warming party so it was my duty as the older brother to support my little sister. Especially after the divorce.

    She opened the door and I was surprised to see so much fewer people than I expected. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. I hugged her and said ‘hi’ to everyone as I made my way to the bar where all her gifts were placed. I sat my gift down with the others. I looked around at all the other gifts, seeing if anyone loved my sister more than me. No one did. The spread as a little disappointing, in my opinion. Except for this one over here.

    I read the card and it was from Chad. I racked my brain and couldn’t remember ever hearing of a Chad from my sister. Who was this “Chad” and why was his present bigger than mine?!?! I scanned the room and saw no one that looked like a “Chad”. Disgruntled, I grabbed a hand full of pretzels from the dish and made my way to my sister.

    “Who is ”Chad”” I asked with air quotes. I may sound like a dick, but I loved my little sister and was highly protective of her. I didn’t want her to get involved with another ass-hat like my ex-brother-in-law, that cheating bastard.

    “Chad” she began as she leaned in towards me like she had a big secret “is a coworker that I invited. For you!” she said popping a chip in her mouth and crunching away.

    “For me? Why?!?” I asked.

    “Because you work too much and never meet anyone. You’re too uptight. And you need to get laid” she said. All of which were true.

    I just recently been promoted to VP of Ops after working so hard. I felt I had something to prove and for the last six or seven months, my life has been work work work. And definitely no sex. I hadn’t even jacked off in probably five or six months. The last time I dropped a load was during a dream the first week I got the promotion.

    “Jenna, you know I don’t have time for someone now!” I protested.

    “Oh, he’s more than someone” she said nodding her head in a specific direction. I looked over and saw no one special.

    “Oh that guy? The one with the hillbilly beard?” I said rolling my eyes.

    “No dumbass….that one!”

    I followed her gaze and saw the most stunning man I have ever seen in person. He was tall, dark skin, darker hair streaked with grey, shoulders as broad as the Mississippi and an ass for days. His smile was mesmerizing, his strong jawline darkened by his facial hair. My man bits woke up immediately. I’m a pretty confident guy, but, honestly, this guy intimidated me. It was a feeling I wasn’t familiar with. It made me uncomfortable and turned on at the same time.

    “Fuck me!” I muttered looking him up and down.

    “That’s the hope” Jenna said as she triumphally trotted towards him, pulling me by my arm. I swallowed my pretzels, almost choking, as I approached this god of a man.

    “Chad? This is Noah, my brother I was telling you about” she said with a wide smile.

    Chad turned towards me, his eyes piercing my very being.

    “Hi Noah. I’m Chad” he said reaching out and shaking my hand. “Great name, by the way” he said, his handshake firm.

    “Hi. Chad. Nice to meet you” I was able to stammer. What the hell was happening?! I’ve been introduced to famous people and not once have I choked up like this. “And thanks, by the way. I like to think my parents named me appropriately.”

    “Especially if it rains a lot” Chad mused with a smile.

    “I do like animals!” I replied, which got a well dimpled smiled from Chad.

    “I’ll, just, go….over… there now….” Jenna said as she excused herself proudly.

    “So, your sister’s new place…? What do you think?!” Chad said looking around.

    “Yeah. This is my first time here. It looks nice!” I replied.

    “Oh. You’re a Jenna’s House Virgin? Let me show you around” he said taking me by the shoulder. I felt bad that this guy knew more about my sister’s place than her older brother did. I made a mental note to see her more often.

    Chad showed me around but honestly, I was more interested in his rockin’ ass. We ended up in the backyard, just the two of us.

    “So, can I ask what you got her?” he inquired.

    “A blender” I said, as my sister was a local chef.

    “Oh nice!” Chad said.

    “Yeah, but I might have to take it back. I saw your package was bigger than mine!” I noted.

    “Well, my package is usually the biggest” he said with a wink.

    “We might have to put that to the test later” I replied.

    Chad handed me his phone. “What’s your number there, big guy?” he asked.

    I added my number to his contact list then handed his phone back to him, holding on to it tightly as he tried to pull it from my hand.

    “Only if you’re serious” I said sternly. He smirked, I released his phone and walked back in to the house, patting him on the shoulder as I walked past him.

    The remainder of the night when smoothly. Jenna got a ton of cool stuff, and a few terrible things as well. But everyone was smiles. Chad and I made eye contact several times throughout the night. I also checked out his crotch whenever I could. Idle curiosity of course. And I wasn’t disappointed in what I saw.

    After most everyone left, I made sure I stuck around to help Jenna clean up. Big brother and all that. It also gave me a chance to get her alone and ask a few more probing questions.

    “So why, exactly, do you think I’d click with that Chad guy?” I asked.

    “You have a dick. He has a dick. You like dick. He likes dick. Seemed a rather elementary leap to make honestly” she said.

    “You think just because dicks are involved….that’s all it takes?” I asked incredulously.

    “Mostly” she said honestly “But he’s also a good guy. He’s smart, funny…..super sexy…..and, I don’t know, I just thought you needed a break from work and all that”.

    She wasn’t entirely wrong. I have been working too much and deep down I knew it. But surely I could find my own man, or piece of ass, whichever I needed. But I hadn’t. So maybe Jenna’s need to thrust herself in to my personal life would pay off in the end, literally and figuratively.

    “You’re right. I guess that’s why I keep you around” I told her as I kissed her forehead and headed towards the door.

    “I gave your guy my number, let’s see if he uses it” I said digging for my phone from my pocket. I turned it off when I got there to avoid any work related issues at the party. That was several hours ago. As the phone buzzed to life, it buzzed for my messages. Looking down I saw four messages: Tami, two from Bethany and one from a number I didn’t recognize. I read and responded to Tami and Bethany’s messages – work shit – and then read the other one.

    “It was good to meet you tonight. Your sister was right. You are a confident good looking man. I’d love to see you again, just the two of us. Let me know if you’re interested. No harm if not. Like I said I’m a big boy I can take it – Chad”

    “Your guy texted me already. Is that desperate? Or I am that good?” I asked out loud. “And he’s a texter.”

    “Don’t be an ass” Jenna said. “He’s a good guy, you need a good guy right about now!” Subconsciously or not, I believe she was referring to my ex.

    “Okay sis…I’m texting… him… now” I said hitting the SEND button. “I’ll let you know how it goes”

    “Great. Oh wait. Ew no….no details…just the basics” she said as I closed the door behind me. I open the car door an my phone vibrates. Sitting down I pull it out to see another message from Chad: “Come over now – I’m alone” it read followed by an address. I thought for a moment, considering his offer. It wasn’t too late yet so I wasn’t sure if this was a date or a booty call. I wasn’t prepared for either having just spent several hours at a hot, humid party. I hadn’t shaved in three days!

    I whipped out the phone and shot back a text: “Have to go home for something first. How bout you come to me in about an hour?” followed by my address. I sat there for a few second watching the bubbles then a message came through: “OK See you soon”

    Once home I cleaned up, but didn’t shave. I liked the look so decided to go with it. I was wearing tan shorts and a white t shirt, my standard look for a first date. I sat down waiting for Chad to arrive. The doorbell rang and I looked at my phone. Right on time. Almost to the exact minute! So far so good! I opened the door. It took me a minute to process what I saw.

    At the party he was wearing jeans and a button up and no glasses. And while the jeans showed off his ass and he had a hard time hiding his wide shoulders, everything else was a bit loose fitting so I had little idea how much of a rocking body he had! His legs were muscled like a runner’s and covered in a mat of black hair. His biceps bulged slightly through his sleeves. His forearms, that I somehow missed, were veiny and, like his legs, covered in short black hair. His glasses seemed to magnify the fire in his brown eyes and a few small black hair grew up past his shirt’s collar on to his neck.

    “Chad! Please, come in” I said motioning in to the living room.

    “I brought you this” he said presenting a bottle of wine.

    “On nice. Thanks. Care to open it now?” I asked.

    “By all means!” he said nervously.

    “Make yourself at home” I said grabbing glasses.

    “Wow. Nice place” he said looking around. I watched him standing there and couldn’t help but get turned on. He looked so……hot! Much hotter than at the party. Butterflies still in my stomach, I walked towards him and handed him his glass. What the hell was happening to me?

    “Care for the tour?” I asked.

    “Lead on” he replied.

    After a few minutes, we sat down on the sofa and proceeded with small talk for several minutes. We learned a bit about each other, our families, work, hobbies and all the standard stuff. After about three and a half hours and several glasses of wine, the conversation turned to Jenna.

    “So, your sister….” he began “…has been pushing for us to meet for weeks! Why is that?”

    “Well, there’s a few reasons..” I replied. “One, she says I work too much and need a break . Two, she thinks said break should be with a real, live human being. And three, she says I need laid”

    He chuckled. “Sounds very familiar” he replied. “She’s told me pretty much the same thing”

    “Maybe she’s the one that needs to get laid” I offered.

    “Maybe. But we all need that from time to time” he said swirling his wine. “I know, it’s been a while for me!”

    “Bullshit” I said. “You mean to tell me you can’t get laid? This hyper hot, smart, well rounded guy can’t get a piece?!?”

    “Well, firstly thank you for the compliment. Secondly, I’m quite picky. You have to be these days. Thirdly, I’m not the hot one here tonight. That would be you!” he said downing the rest of his wine.

    “I know my limitations.” I said. “I’m confident at work, but after my breakup, I’ve learned that many aren’t as keen on gingers as I thought.”

    “Breakups can suck, for sure. But life does go on” he replied.

    “That it does” I said taking a sip of wine.

    “I think you don’t do your sister’s description of you any justice” he said.

    “How’s that?” I asked, fishing for a compliment.

    “Let’s see: you’re cute, sexy, well dressed, smell great, have a nice ass, charming and smart” Chad said.

    I blushed slightly.

    “And you’re blushing….that’s….adorable” he said as he leaned in, grabbing my chin and kissed me.

    My cock thumped at the touch and sounds of our lips together. He tasted of wine and that drove me wild. Without ever removing my mouth from his, I sat my glass down as straddled him.

    “My! Someone really is ready for this!” he said

    ‘You have no fucking idea!” I replied as I puuled my shirt over my head. Then I stopped.

    “Am I moving too fast?” I asked breathing heavily.

    He looked at me shirtless. I wasn’t a model but I was proud of my body. I work hard and work and, since the breakup, worked hard on my body.

    He reached up and rubbed my chest.

    “No, this…this works for me” he said fiddling with my chest hair.

    “What are you in to?” he asked.

    “Nothing crazy, at least right now. Maybe if we get to know each other but right now, I just need fucked!” I said honestly.

    “Fuck or get fucked?” he asked.

    “I’m vers but tonight, I really need a dick inside me!” I demanded.

    He stood up and removed his shirt. My knees went weak.

    His chest was hairy with thick black hair, but it wasn’t too long, which turned in to a tiny black trail that ran down on to his six pack and blossomed in to a meadow of hairy delight. His veiny and hairy forearms stood out as opposed to his smooth biceps. You could see hair from his pits sticking out. This man was a man in the strictest sense of the word! I reached out and ran my hand up his stomach to his chest and savored his thick, soft chest hair.

    “Fuck!” I muttered partly to myself and partly to him. He smiled.

    “You like?” he asked.

    “So far so good” I said. I leaned in and kissed him, I could feel his chest hair rubbing on my chest. I rand my hand down to his pants and feverishly unbuttoned his shorts. Expecting them to fall to the ground, they didn’t. I looked down and realized the couldn’t because of his massive cock.

    I’ve been with some nice size cocks. And being pretty thick and almost eight inches, I’ve accustomed to large dicks. But this thing. I’ve never seen anything like it in person!

    As I kneeled, I pulled down his shorts, his straining briefs right in my face. I could tell he was hard but his cock was curved under his balls. I placed my hands on the backside of his hairy thighs and ran them up to his hairy ass. His cheeks were hairy but suddenly became smooth as I approached his waist line. I stood up, allowing my hands to run up his back. It was as solid as a back could be without being a professional weightlifter. And smooth. No hair no stubble, just smooth skin.

    I pressed myself up against his mostly naked body and kissed him for what seemed like hours. I kissed down his neck feeling my beard hairs bend slightly against his skin. He moaned with pleasure, which made me pull myself in to him even harder.

    I kissed his neck, moving around to his Adam’s Apple, then down to his chest. His chest hair started rather suddenly, busting in to life on his otherwise smooth skin. My tongue parted his soft, black hair as I buried my face in between his large, sculpted hairy pecs. I ran my face right and found his hard nipple. I liked it. He moaned. I moaned.

    He wrapped his arms around my head and squeezed my face in to his pec hard – so hard I couldn’t breath. But I loved it. He was more controlling than he appeared. That made him even hotter.

    I finally pushed myself off of him and caught my breath. The look on his fact as I reached down and grabbed his gigantic cock. I couldn’t wrap my hand around it fully. I could fill his heart beating in the veins that ran along its shaft. I gripped the base nestled in his ample, black, trimmed bush and slowly pulled my hand up along its shaft. It seemed to go on forever until I found his cut mushroom head. How could this guy not be taken?!?! He had to have some personality flaw which I have yet to discover. But personality mattered little at this moment.

    I circled his head, which was apparently sensitive as his body shuttered as I encircled hishi dick rim. I felt a warm liquid and knew he was in to it. I wrapped my hand around his head, lubricating it up, and sliding my hand back down to its based.

    “You’re good at this” he said.

    “I’m good at a lot of things” I said with a smile.

    “Oh? Like what?” he said through his clenched teeth as I increased his cock lubing.

    “I’ve been told I’m good fuck” I admitted. I looked down to his throbbing dick.

    “Show me!” he commanded.

    “Ah… big sexy hair man wants fucked?” I asked coyly.

    “Fuck me!” he said looking straight in to my eyes.

    “I’m not sure I can take this thing” I said looking down at his cock.

    “No. I want you to fuck me!” he said.

    I grinned. Just what I wanted to hear.

    “Let’s go” I said, pulling him along by his cock.

    I pushed him down on the bed. Looking at this hairy man with a massive cock laying on my bed just about begging me to fuck him made my dick harder than it’s been in aa while. Last time I was with a guy he fucked my ass and he wasn’t good at it. I didn’t realize how much I wanted to top someone until I saw this piece of masculinity laying there, hairy legs spread, massive cock bouncing with each heart beat, just begging to be topped.

    I reached in to the drawer and grabbed a rubber and lube, tossing them on the side table. I bent down and pushed his legs back to his chest, exposing his ass. His hairy hole engorged reading for entry. But I had other ideas. I shoved my face in between his cheeks and tongue fucked his hole. His manly scent wafting up my nose as I ate his ass. And what did this manly man do? Moaned like a bitch as I prepared his hole.

    I reached up and wrapped my dick as I ate him and he didn’t even notice. I lubed up my dick as I licked his ass like a boss, his legs wrapped up with his arms pulling them up against his chest. I stood up and put my cock up against his hole. He looked up surprised.

    “Make room for Noah’s Ark” I said as I pushed my larger than average cock in to him. His eyes widened as I slumped myself balls deep in to his ass. He let out a breath as I bottomed out, his eyes soulful in anticipation. I worked my one knee up to the mattress bracing myself with the other. I pulled his muscular legs on to my shoulder placing my hands against his hairy chest, pinching one of his hard nipples. He placed his opposite arm behind his head and watched me as I pulled my cock out.

    I looked down and saw his wet ass hair clinging to my wrapped cock as I drew it out, then pushed in back in slowly. He groaned, his eyes still locked on mine. I twisted slightly, putting my weight on the leg braced on the floor and started pounding him.

    “God man! Is that all you got?” he asked.

    What did he just say, I thought?

    Annoyed, I put both feet on the floor angling myself in to his with my full weight, pressing on his chest.

    “Ah yeah! That’s more like it Noah!” he screamed.

    He reached down and grabbed his third leg and started jerking it like made. We both picked up the pace and for the next fifteen to twenty minutes we fucked like rabbits. Grunts, groan and moans were all we said, with interjections of “fuck” and “god” here and there.

    Our eyes stayed locked so when his eyes rolled back I knew something was coming, literally. He pointed his massive cock at my chest and blasted me with white, hot liquid. His cock was big but his load was bigger. Out of a well trimmed, black bush that one eye monster looked at me as it spit time after time after time coating my chest and shoulder. I could feel his ass squeeze my cock so hard I thought it would break me in half. After the tenth or eleventh shot he finally was able to squeeze me out of his hairy ass so I wasted no time.

    I pulled off the rubber, tossing it aside. I climbed up on his still hard dick, that had his cum running down its shaft, and sat on his bush. I could feel his large, wet dick in my ass crack as I fired off some knuckle children on his chest and face.

    It wasn’t nearly as much as his, but it was a good amount. I shook violently as I emptied my ball sac on to this man’s chest. I leaned down and kissed him, still clutching my hard cock. I cleaned off the head of my dick on his chest hair and stood up off of him, breathing heavily. It was then I felt something wet on my ass and realized he had came again on my ass as I was blowing my load. What the hell?!? I’ve never had that happen before.

    I collapsed on my side next to him, running my hand through his cum soaked chest and belly hair.

    “Not to bring up my sister right now, but damn she was right!” I said.

    “She was indeed” he said wiping my cum from his chin.

    “Now what?” I asked.

    “What do you think?” he asked.

    I thought about it got a second. “What are you doing next weekend?”

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  • Ripe & Ready

    “He has beautiful cock,” I said, practically drooling.

    “Uh-huh,” my fellow voyeur said as he pursed his lips and turned up his nose. “But, he smells a bit.”

    The plump prissy queen, then summarily left the viewing room after his evaluation was finalized, in a plume of designer cologne. Goodness knows how this evaluation got conducted before I arrived in the room.

    From the muted and reflective light of the television screen, I had a good view of the ‘odourous’ rough white trash, who’s eyes were glued to the television screen. From his salacious grin, as he watched the porn movie entranced, I could see that he had a missing upper, secondary incisor tooth to the left.

    The missing tooth only enhanced his hillbilly scruffiness on his handsome face. Trev, short for Trevor, as I would later learn, was in his mid-thirties. The t-shirt he was wearing was pulled halfway up his stomach, and his shorts and underpants had been pushed halfway down his thighs as he lustfully toyed with his large uncut cock. As I alternated my glances between the screen and his active hand, I could tell, despite the dim illumination, that he had a rough, workman’s hand.

    What my perfumed advisor hadn’t realized was that guys like Trev were fantasy in my life. Of course, I had no plans of hanging out with filthy homeless guys, but the ‘luxury’ of an odd bit of skank was like a delicacy to me.

    Not wishing to be too forward, I sat down two seats away from him. Trev was oblivious to me as he magnetically focussed on the screen. Although Trev looked like a straight guy, with him being in the gay viewing room that was showing a gay porn movie, I surmised that he batted for the same team as me.

    Because of the distance between us, I quietly commenced sniffing to see if the perfumery queen had made an accurate assessment. I, truthfully, couldn’t detect an off-putting odour.

    As we sat watching the onscreen action for the next several minutes, Trev hardly acknowledged my existence.

    Next, Trev got up and pulled his trousers up and t-shirt down, before departing. Disheartened, I quickly followed to see where he was going. To my further dismay, I then observed him leaving through the entrance to the back area.   

    To fully put readers in the picture, let me briefly explain where I was.  I was in a branch of a well-known adult franchise. There were dozens of these branches scattered all around the country, and this was the one I liked best. Because of the business I worked in, it allowed me the opportunity of travelling all over the place and therefore, was able to visit many of their stores. For whatever reason, this branch was always the one where I enjoyed the best success. Additionally, it was only a one-hour drive away from my home.

    These stores were fairly similar as far as layout was concerned. In front of the store they sold DVDs and sex toys, but the back area was where all the heavenly M2M action took place.

    The back area’s all had individual viewing booths, a glory-hole section, stalls with bunks and mattresses to fornicate on, and usually two cinema areas, one for straight movies, and the other for gay movies.

    I cannot attest to a demographic breakdown of the customers, but from my personal experiences, I can only say that I found that most of my encounters were with bisexual/married guys, who used these places for an escape from their humdrum heterosexual existences. These stores, of course, we’re also like a paradise for gay guys like me.

    After the disappearance of Trev, I disappointedly walked toward the glory-hole section to see if my luck would change. I approached the small flight of stairs leading to the raised platform that serviced the glory-hole cubicles. As I scanned the space above the cubicles for the heads of guys waiting to be orally serviced, regrettably, there were none. All the stall doors were also slightly ajar, meaning that there were no men were waiting to suck dick.

    As I was processing this information, a bulky young guy that I had previously had a few assignations with, passed by me with a smile of recognition and entered the furthest stall with a ‘come-on’ look on his face. I, naturally, took up the invitation.

    I had never learned what his name was but had enjoyed my trysts with him in the past. ‘Nameless’ had a lovely plump cut dick that I had sucked and got fucked by in the past. What I had always liked about him, was that he was very affectionate and loved kissing.

    Predictably, once we had dispensed with our trousers and shirts and hung them over the hooks provided in these stalls, I was soon in his meaty embrace. The kissing, as always, was sensual and very enjoyable.

    Following that, I was shortly on my knees sucking him off. Later, once my body was lifted and turned, my arse got plowed. Throughout, he caressed my head and then my body, as he went about his pleasure. He also kissed me on my shoulders and neck continuously, as he fucked my arse.

    Our get-togethers never lasted too long, and in my head, I always imagined that he was a closeted guy who still lived with his parents.

    After another splendid interaction, Nameless got on his way.

    As I dawdled in the cubicle, slowly getting dressed, the minimal light emanating from the glory-hole aperture went dark as a magnificent uncut dick slithered through the opening.  Having forgone Nameless’ offer to suck my dick, I was still fully loaded and horny.

    When I took hold of the glorious phallus and moved my mouth closer, my nostrils were infused with a collection of masculine smells. I could smell aged piss topping an unwashed dick, and a combination of weed and tobacco. Although many men and women would find this a turn-off, my prediction for skank made my mouth water. I simply couldn’t wait to unfurl his foreskin in the hope that further pleasure would follow. As I did so, my olfactory sense was not let down as the bouquet of his rank cock-head materialized.

    Much as I was eager to taste the tangy flavours, my nose won the war over my mouth for the next minute or so, as I toyed with his cock as sniffed to my heart’s content. When my taste buds could no longer wait, my mouth sprang into action.

    I couldn’t help wondering as I did so if Trev had possibly made a miraculous return.

    This wonderful fact was soon confirmed when the cock mysteriously disappeared from the hole and a face appeared at the opening. It was indeed Trevor!

    “Listen, buddy, hold your head still at the hole and let me do the thrusting until I stop, then your head can take over again. When I tap on the top of the stall, then hold still again, and so on,” Trev concluded.

    “Okay,” I readily agreed.

    Shortly, we were well underway.

    What I didn’t realize at this point, was the ordeal that lay ahead for me., Trev thrust before I sucked, over and over, as Trev continuously tapped for the next twenty minutes. By then, my mouth was worn out and sore, and I simply couldn’t take any more.

    After my service ended and my mouth withdrew, Trev’s face once more appeared at the hole.

    “What’s wrong, buddy?” he asked.

    “My mouth is exhausted,” I informed him.

    “Okay… then meet me at the bottom of the stairs once you have dressed,” Trev informed me.

    Generally, one encounters two types of men at these glory-holes. The first, are there to get their rocks off, and cum in your mouth between two to five minutes later. The second type, I refer to as the ‘variety seekers.’ They will face-fuck you for a few minutes, before moving on to find another mouth to fuck. Trevor, however, introduced me to a third kind that day, and my mouth and throat were exhausted afterward.

    “So, I fucked your face ragged,” Trev exclaimed with a look of pride on his face as I joined him.

    “You sure did,” I replied.

    “Well, come with me so you can relax a bit,” Trev said as he motioned me down the passage where all the private viewing booths were.  When we got to the end booth, he produced a key and unlocked the door.

    “Did you rent this cubicle?” I asked.

    “Nah… I have a deal with the guy at the counter. I supply him with weed and he lets me use this booth for free,” he answered.

    The cubicle at the end was far larger than the others en route and had a bunk with a synthetic covered mattress.

    “Let’s get naked and relax on the bunk,” Trev then suggested.

    Once we were naked, I got my first real look at Trev. He was around six-foot-one-inch-tall and lithe. Although he had a beautifully proportioned body, there were insect bites and scrapes all over his arms and legs, from the gardening that he predominantly performed for a living. His rough skin was weather-beaten and his hands and feet were unkempt. Fortunately, his nails and toenails were short-clipped, but not to any professional pedicurist’s standards.

    Trev now embraced my body and commenced kissing me. As he did so, I could tell that his body odour wasn’t fresh, as the plump queen had advised me, and it was clear that his natural body juices had been stewing for a few days.

    “You smell great,” I uttered, as my partiality to skanky men overwhelmed my olfactory senses.

    “Ha… That’s not what the fat queen from earlier thought,” he said with a snigger.

    “What happened?” I innocently asked.

    “Well, after he sat next to me and gave me the eye after drooling over my dick, I invited him to suck my cock. Upon lowering his head, however, the little shit jumped up and moved away, telling me that I stink,” Trev informed me.

    “Fuck him,” I replied.

    “Yeah… So, you like skanky guys,” he then inquired.

    “Fuck, yeah,” I lustfully replied.

    “That’s my boy,” Trev countered, before asking, “So, what’s your name?”

    “Matthew,” I responded.

    “I’m Trevor, but everyone calls me Trev,” he informed me. “Well Matt, let’s lie down for a while, so your mouth can fully recover,” Trev then suggested.

    After we got on the bunk, Trev became very chatty. The information that followed, however, had its ups and downs.

    Trev told me that he lived in a flatlet on an old woman’s property, where he lived rent-free because he did all her gardening on Saturdays. Besides that, he did a lot of odd jobbing, mostly gardening, and had acquired some valuable clients. Upon inviting Trev to elaborate, he told me about two gay guys he did gardening for every two weeks, who were into fisting and water sports. The next story about a straight couple whom he had done carpentry for, however, sent chills down my spine.

    He saw them every three weeks or so, and scat, spanking, and fisting, were involved. I immediately told him that I didn’t require any more details. Trev did, nonetheless, tell me that they paid very well.

    “Are you into scat?” I apprehensively asked.

    “No, not at all, but as you know, ‘the customer is always right,’” he answered, quoting the old cliché.

    “But… Are you into fisting?” I asked, intrigued.

    “Jesus, Matt, I love fisting,” he qualified.

    “Giving or receiving?” I inquired.

    “Both,” he replied, before asking, “Have you ever tried it?”

    “No… Never,” I responded.

    “Well, Matt, this is your lucky day. Over the years I have got a lot of big toys here because of my marijuana trade with the front desk, and my arse is well-primed for dealing with fisting.”

    Before I could process the benefits of what was about to occur, Trev added, “By the way, you don’t have to worry about filth because I always thoroughly clean my arse before I get here, so there won’t be any unpleasant mess.”

    I was in heaven and finally about to indulge in an urge, which had long pervaded my dreams.

    “Are you sure you want me to fist you?” I excitedly asked, somewhat concerned about my ability in this unchartered territory.

    Trev picked up on my trepidation, before reassuringly adding, “It’s very simple, all you do is start with three fingers, before adding a fourth, and then manipulate your open hand from side to side before you place your thumb in the palm of your hand and create a spear prior to inserting your hand. You don’t have to be gentle because my arse is well-seasoned.”

    “What about lube?” I asked.

    “You don’t need anything other than spit. Remember, a good arse makes its own sauce. In any case, I’ll be on hand to give you advice.” Trev encouragingly concluded.

    As we got off the bunk to commence the show, I inwardly giggled at the words, ‘on hand,’ which he had used.

    Trev now leaned over the bunk and pulled his cheeks apart for me. “Let’s start with some lubrication rimming,” Trev then advised.

    As I looked at his man-hole the flesh was already a bit puffy. This puffiness soon blossomed as he pushed the folds of skin outward. Although I cannot say that it looked conventionally pretty, to me it was the most awesome thing I had ever seen.

    I immediately got to my knees, before closing my mouth in on the silky folds and began to lick and prod with my tongue. It felt extraordinary.

    Overcome with excitement, I couldn’t wait to start the fisting process and I was overjoyed when Trev told me to get on with it.

    I then got to my feet and commenced following his instructions. By the time we got to the spearing part, I was shaking with delight. Trev’s satisfied groaning simply added to my overall elation. My hand felt like it had been ensconced in a satin sleeve and I was furthermore astonished by the unctuous moisture that had begun to form, as Trev had predicted.

    As my hand played in the swampy cove of enchantment, nothing I had ever experienced before even came close. It was sensational!  

    After my ‘spear’ had stabbed his backside for a while It soon became clear that Trev wanted to move things along. I was then told to ball my fist.

    As I started bludgeoning his hole, Trev’s vocalization escalated measurably, and a litany of loud expletives poured from his lips. I was mesmerized by the look and feel of the folds of silky skin caressing my arm as it delved ever deeper.

    During this melee, the door opened and a large bearish man, who had no doubt been subpoenaed by the noise entered the room. With his eyes spinning with excitement, ‘The Bear’ pulled his t-shirt and shorts off and asked if he could join in.

    “Yeah, fuck, yeah,” Trev answered, as both he and I looked at the man’s massive hands and thick arms.

    The Bear immediately got to work as he replaced me and started fisting Trev. Trev instantly began grunting in unison with The Bear as his backside got pummelled.

    Next, another two rough-looking guys entered the room and immediately started tugging on their dicks, as they looked on approvingly. The scene was incredibly hot and I felt like I was in a Dick Wadd video.

    Not long after, The Bear extracted his fist and inserted his fat knob into Trev’s backside. With his hands powerfully clamping onto Trev’s hips, The Bear now began humping Trev’s arse manically, before he finally unloaded with a roar.

    The Bear moved to the side after sliding his hand up the shaft of his dick and smearing the goo on Trev’s arse cheek, before dressing and departing. The first Rough Guy who had entered the room earlier, now immediately slid his long cock into Trev’s butt-hole and began fucking.

    A few minutes later when he too had cum, he also cleaned his cock as The Bear had done, and wiped the gunk onto Trev’s other cheek. Rough Guy number two then started to get to his knees, presumably for a feltching and rimming session.  Horrified and cum-starved, I firmly told him that cache was mine.

    After he apologetically smiled at me, he said, “Okay, buddy, sorry… But do you mind if I add to your stash?”

    His meaning was immediately clear as he fervently commenced tugging on his knob as he moved in closer to Trev’s backside.

    “Be my guest,” I uttered with a grin.

    Shortly, he inserted his dick into Trev’s arse and began humping like crazy. Once he had cum, he too smeared the residue from his dick all over Trev’s cheeks before pulling up his shorts and departing.

    I was now determined to feast in peace and latched the door from the inside once he had departed.

    As I knelt behind Trev, I looked at his very puffy and soppy pucker that I was about to rim. To me, it was a magnificent sight. First, however, I decided to clean off all the spunk dripping down the inside of Trev’s legs. Following on that, I slurped up all the mess on his butt-hole, before my mouth suctioned onto his full-blown peony.  

    As I commenced swallowing a ton of jizz through the petals, my wait had been worthwhile as I savoured the delicious and abundant banquet of nectar, Trev’s arse was providing. Once sated, I stood up and looked at the flabby florets of ecstasy erupting from Trev’s arse. Unable to resist, I instantly inserted my dick. As I did so the satin sleeve surrounding my knob felt incredible.

    “Does that feel good?” Trev asked.

    “Fuuuck yeah,” I cooed like a horny pigeon.

    “Enjoy yourself, but don’t cum, buddy,” Trev answered.

    “Okay,” I replied, swaying my hips in ecstasy as I looked at the soft flesh gulping on my cock.

    Trev’s body was glistening after all the effort he had been through, and I could see the moist hair under his arms sodden with perspiration. After extending my arms, my hands frolicked in the odourous coves of his armpits.

    As I began alternating lifting my hands to my nostrils and sniffing, Trev let out a laugh and asked, “Are you enjoying my pong?”

    “Definitely!” I answered.

    “I’m glad I met you,” Trev replied with a lovely tone of affection in his voice.

    “Me too… I hope I’ll be seeing more of you in the future,” I responded.

    Trev now lifted his torso and turning his body slightly, offered me his right armpit.

    I went ballistic as I commenced licking.

    “Oh, Jesus, that feels good,” he instantly said.

    The taste and smell of the damp stench practically made me weak at the knees.

    “Yeah, you little skank hound, clean my fuckin’ pit,” Trev playfully growled.

    By the time my mouth moved to the other armpit, we had turned into rabid dogs. In an instant, I was on my back, with his left pit covering my face and my right arm between legs, my hand once more commenced spearing into his backside.

    “Jesus, oh god, yes, fuck-yes… I am gonna cum,” Trev cried out as he lifted and placed his knob at my lips after jumping on the bunk, whilst still impaled on my arm.

    After his spunk gushed all over my face his crotch commenced mashing the muck all over my head. In all the excitement, I hadn’t realized that my arm was now lodged up to my elbow in his backside. The most astonishing aspect of all was, that without even touching my cock, my balls began exploding all over my stomach, in the most spectacular release I could ever remember.

    In the aftermath, as lay side by side, kissing and cuddling on the bunk, he licked my stomach, face, and head.

    “Do you really want to stay in contact with me?” Trev asked. 

    “For sure, we can exchange details later if you like?” I suggested, before adding, “Do you have you’re your own vehicle?”

    “Regrettably not,” he answered.

    Much as this was inconvenient, I immediately calculated that the occasional four-hour to and fro trip, for the pleasure of his company, really wouldn’t be a big deal.   

    “We can work things out,” I assured him.

    As we continued necking, Trev’s cock once more rose to the occasion.

    “I think I have another deposit for you,” he then announced in a husky drawl.

    I immediately made my desires known as I moved onto my stomach. After mounting my body, Trev inserted his dick into my arse and commenced a leisurely thrusting.

    We had lost track of time at this point and were brought to our senses when the light in the cubicle began to flicker. This was the signal that the establishment would be closing in thirty minutes’ time.

    Spurred on by this, Trev now upped his tempo.

    “I want to make sure you have sustenance for you drive home,” he sniggered.

    Several minutes later, Trev grunted as he unloaded into my backside.

    When we departed the building, we did exchange details before I started my journey home.

    As I drove, I thought about the extraordinary day I had enjoyed. In particular, I couldn’t stop thinking about Trev and I kept replaying the events of the day over and over in my head. With two loads in my arse, I contentedly drove along, regularly sniffing my hands to enhance the gratification of my thoughts.

    I did see Trev on a monthly basis afterward. The to and fro four-hour trips on Saturday evenings and Sunday afternoons were always well worthwhile.  

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  • Jeremy the Bull

    “Let me lick those things again” Steve said

    Speaking of Jeremy’s huge balls. They lay there between his thick legs. As he had turned over from the brutal fucking he had received. His ass sore from Steve massive dick wrecking it. He turned on his back. His big soft cock lay in his lap. And those boulders he called nuts just flopped down between his legs. They fell to the mattress below.

    Steve’s eyes wide as he stared at the giant nuts. I looked over too. They were a gorgeous sight. There was no denying the awe those fat balls inspired. Jeremy’s most desirable feature. Those bull balls he had. Steve crawled between Jeremy’s legs and dove for them. He shoved his face into them. Inhaling the scent if sex on them. He licked at his own cum that had dropped onto them.

    “Fuck these are so awesome man” He declared “Biggest nut sack I have ever seen”

    He licked and then sucked on one fat nut as he worshiped Jeremy. Jeremy’s groans from the pounding he had just taken changing to those of pleasure. He loved his balls sucked on. I leaned back there and watched as Steve sucked in the balls. First one, then the other. Then he just shoved his nose in them. Nuzzling the heavy sack his face lost in their size. Steve also was gripping the guys dick. It was starting to respond to the balls being loved. Steve stroked the big dick. It grew in his hand. Then he moved off those balls and swallowed down Jeremy’s dick again. I sat there and started to stroke my own hardened cock I just pulled on myself as I watched Steve suck on Jeremy’s dick.

    “Yeah Steve” I said “Suck that fat bull dick man. Get him nice and hard for me”

    I spit on my hand and then reached down to my ass. Lifting up my leg to get access to it. I rubbed my spit covered finger to my hole. Then sliding it in.

    “This pussy wants that fat cock.” I added “See. My hole wants it bad”

    I pulled my fingers from my ass and the hole puckered like a pair of lips kissing. I then slid back into my ass again. This time two full fingers. I moaned as I pushed them inside. feeling them dig in like a small dick

    “Yeah man ” I said again “Gotta have that bull cock back in me”

    I looked over at Jeremy. He looked back at me and smirked. Then he grabbed Steve’s head and pulled his face down his dick. Jeremy then held him there on his thick cock. Steve was hacking as he gagged on the thing.

    “Choke on it fucker” Jeremy said “I should rip up your ass instead. Pay you back from my wrecked hole”

    Then he shoved Steve off his dick. Pushing him back. Then he took his drool covered cock and crawled up behind me now.

    “But this pussy really loves my cock” He Then stated. “And it feels fucking great on my dick”

    Then Jeremy thrust his fat dick into me. I grunted as his whole dick slammed down on me. His huge nuts whacked mine below. Then I was once again filled with the bulls cock. He then ground himself into my guts. That thick club dragging along my insides. Along the walls of my bowels and pushing against my sensitive spot. I moaned as he did this

    “Awee fuck daddy” I groaned “Love that bull dick Jeremy” “Yeah” He huffed back at me “Love this pussy. Best fuck fag hole I ever had”

    Then Jeremy started to rock behind me. His big gun plowing into my guts. Those heavy balls beating against mine. I had to grab them again. So I reached underneath me. Then to between my legs and to the massive boulders hanging behind me. I reached back, finding them. Those glorious balls. I pulled at them and then mashed then against my balls. Enveloping my smaller nuts in his huge sack.

    “Fuck me daddy” I begged “Ram that fat dick into me stud”

    He then did. He started to pump my guts with dick. Slow long strokes at first. Making sure I felt every inch of his dick as it burrowed into my bowels. I moaned deeply as the bull on my ass thrust his dick into me.

    “Take it fucker” He grumbled “Take my cock in there. Awee fuckk soo good”

    I continued to moan and coo as my guts were getting slammed. Those fat balls continued to tap against mine. I kneaded at them lovingly. I couldn’t wait to get him to breed again. To have my guts awash in his precious goo. It was making me hard again. I grabbed for my cock and stroked as he fucked me. But then had a wonderful idea as those huge nuts kept tapping back there.

    “Shove you fat balls in me Jeremy” I then begged He stopped his motions as he heard my call. Not understanding “What?” He huffed behind me “Shove your big balls up my ass stud” I stated. “Shove em in and fuck me with them. I bet it’s gonna feel soo good” 

    Jeremy paused in his fucking. Stopped as his head envisioned what I wanted him to do.  “Hmm!?” He pondered

    So Jeremy yanked his thick dick from me. Steve looked at the fat hog and smiled. He was intrigued by this new development. Jeremy looked at his friend. Then climbed up in me different

    “Help me get my balls in his ass” He said “Sure buddy” Steve replied

    He leaned in and kissed and licked at Jeremy’s fat nuts. Getting them wet with spit. Then he pushed a nuts at my hole. Gently he pressed it to my doorway. My swollen doorway. Then Jeremy chirped as it went into my ass.

    “Ughnn fuck that feels weird” He said “Another” I begged “Gimme the other one daddy. feels soo good. Wanna be filled with those balls”

    Steve then pressed the other nut to me. Then with some coaxing it was pushed on through my sphincter ass well.

    “Ughnn” I gasped “Soo full. Ohh God I am soo full!”

    Yes I felt more full now than when I had a dick in me. My ass walls were just getting stretched out by all of Jeremy’s bull nuts. It was the most incredible feeling. I could hear as Jeremy groaned as well. He was also liking the feeling of his balls getting squeezed tightly my my bowels. He started to rock back and forth as he fucked me with his bull nuts.

    “Shit that feel so weird man” He moaned “Nothing like this before. Shit!” He huffed more. “Fuck my balls with that pussy. Yeah baby. Do it. Fuck my balls. Fuck daddy’s balls”

    I rocked with him. Moved with his swaying hips and those nuts inside me. This made his fat nuts roll around inside my guts. It was either in my head, or Jeremy’s balls were expanding inside me. Like a balloon filling up with water. Maybe it was his ball juice loading up in them. Getting ready to fill up my guts.

    “Do me Jeremy” I begged “Fuck me stud”

    As Jeremy continued to rock back and forth. Rolling his huge balls around in me, Steve had grabbed the guys thick cock. He went down on Jeremy’s dick as we fucked like this. Jeremy was groaning heavily now. Deep guttural moans as his cock was getting sucked on, his balls eaten up by my hungry ass. It was the best feeling he had ever had on his junk. So much strange and wonderful pleasure. He was getting oh so close to a bust out too. And I wanted him to do it. To fill me up again.

    “Fuckk yeah” He moaned again “Getting soo close baby. Soo fucking close”

    I groaned under him as he said this. I squeezed my ass on his balls. Clamping down on them.

    “Yeah my big bull” I cooed “Gonna fill up my ass with yer fucking boiling cum. Give it to me stud. Give it to me” “Yes. Awee fuckk yess!” He then cried out “Gonna bust man. Gonna bust”

    That’s when he pulled his monster balls from my guts. They came out with a loud ‘pop’. It was so loud it rang in my ears.

    “Shove that cock in me” I yelled “Seed me daddy. I need that bull semen. Breed me Jeremy”

    Steve then pushed that fat dick back into my ass. That’s when Jeremy quickly threw himself back on my back. He grabbed my body and began to rut at me like a bull. His huge cock expanding as he slammed into me. Then the geyser of his cum blasting up inside me.

    “Yeah bitch. Cumming” He yelled “Here daddy’s cum. Take it. Take it all”

    His enormous balls slammed down on mine. Almost enveloping me in their heavy bounce. It stung, but I didn’t care. He was seeding me again. My bull stud was seeding me again. And it was a lot too. I think that balls fuck made his nuts churn up a huge batch for me. For I felt my bowels fill up fast. Cum gushed into my colon and then back out my ass. It came out with a “splatch”.

    “Yess, Jeremy!” I yelled “Filled up soo much. Like the fucking bull you are. Yess daddy. Yes my fucking hot bull daddy”

    He just grunted and huffed as his dick exploded into me. The gushing cum flowing from my ass drooled over his balls. And the bouncing taps from them hitting me grew wetter and louder even
    A hard “splak, splak, splak” thundered against me as he continued to plow through his never ending eruption. Jeremy and the force of his fucking knocked us over and down. He body landing on me in a still thrusting frenzy. His bull nuts then slowly deflating as they emptied into me. Steve just watched as the flood of Jeremy’s cum poured from my ass hole. It was like an untapped river spilling down and over my balls, and everything under me.

    “Fuck man” He crowed “Never seen so much fucking cum before”

    Then slowly, ever so slowly Jeremy stopped. My guts completely filled as the overflow continued to pour from me. Jeremy was now panting as he lay on me. Sweat glued us together in a sex I have never had before. And explosion I have never experienced before. And I am sure neither has he.

    “Fuck baby,” Jeremy then said behind me “Best fuck I have ever had.” 

    That’s when he kissed the back of my neck. It was an almost tender kiss. So unlike the harsh mean Jeremy i had experienced before. But this awesome and draining experience between us was something he had liked, loved even.

    Then after laying on my body for some time, Jeremy then pulled up off of me. His cock slid out of my used up ass. Then I felt my ass opened up and more cum poured from me. Jeremy lay back down on his back. Then he grabbed me and pulled me up onto his hot sweating body. Then he looked at me almost lovingly. I then noticed how beautiful his eyes are. His hand reached for my face. Then he pulled me to his mouth. And we kissed.

    “Yes!” Me head screamed as we did….

    The End

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  • Fratboy bondage games

    Note: Left this story a while ago… trying to pick it back up again. 

    Professor Montoya led John through his house by the hand. He’d had the hunky fratboy over a few times before, but just in the bedroom for blowjobs, some kissing and cuddling. Then Montoya saw the pictures and videos of John moaning into that big ballgag at the rival frat’s party. And John himself reached out that weekend, saying he’d be at Screwdriver that Sunday night– and he was curious about trying some more.

    They went downstairs, and Montoya flipped on the light.

    “Nice setup” John said. He was feasting his eyes on Montoya’s playspace, which had just a few more amenities than the one at Screwdriver. For one thing, the back of the bar didn’t have a nice stately bed, with chains and cuffs. Next to it was a nightstand– or what would be a nightstand, if your bedroom nightstand was a glass display case of various-sized dildos and butt plugs, along with some tit clamps. Montoya had a nice collection of gags hanging on the wall, and some hoods.

    One wall had a big flat screen on it. Montoya switched it on, and there was a slideshow of men tightly restrained in this very room. Different sorts of guys — different shapes, sizes and races… men in casual clothes, men naked, rocking business suits, filling out cop uniforms. Even one who was apparently a UPS delivery man, an unmistakable look of ecstasy above his ballgag, and the next slide showing why: a black dildo halfway in his ass.

    Most were solo, but there were some coupled up. “You’ve had quite a few guys down here, huh.”

    “Yeah, I moonlight as an erotica photographer, sort of your gay version of pin-ups except fetish,” Montoya said. “And some of them, yeah, we hook up during or after if they’re up for it. Let me tell you… few things hotter than seeing an executive in a power suit down on his knees, or the top cop from the precinct and his rookie rubbing up on each other trying to get release.”

    Montoya walked over and massaged John’s shoulders.

    “A lot of them are sort of like you… pretty much straight, unless the right guy or opportunity comes along. You won’t see those cops at the gay pride parade unless they’re assigned to safety patrol,” Montoya said then started kissing John’s neck, and gently turned John’s face toward him to lock lips. John moaned into the kiss. The professor’s hands wandered down to unbutton the top of his fratboy’s shirt to massage his big chest.

    Montoya was always so good at this part. The flirtation. The sensuality. No wonder so many of these guys flashing by on the TV succumbed. John figured it didn’t take much for even the most buttoned-up, straight-as-an-arrow hardass to melt and let Montoya have his way with them. John opened up the rest of his shirt so it flew loose as he turned around to face Montoya. He gave him a quick peck on the lips. Then pursed his own lips as Montoya licked them. Then opened his mouth to let Montoya in again. Their tongues battled for dominance. John let his own hands wander across Montoya’s buff body, then moved them to his big butt.

    “Mmmm….” Montoya moaned and pulled out of the kiss. “So you wanna try some ass stuff, huh?”

    “Yeah,” John gave Montoya another peck. “I got a taste of it at that party and… I kinda liked it.”

    Montoya massaged John’s erection through his pants. “What did you do?”

    “Got fucked a bit with a dildo.”

    “Ooo!” Montoya’s eyes flashed with excitement.

    “I don’t think I can handle anything big up there,” John nodded to Montoya’s crotch. “But maybe you can work me up?” John said as he turned and offered his wrists behind his back.

    “I’m always ready to teach,” Montoya smiled, then grabbed a pair of leather cuffs. He placed them on John’s wrists, then hooked them together. “Let’s get you out of those pants boy.” He undid his zipper, and pulled the pants down to reveal John wearing a red jockstrap. “You remembered this was my favorite. And even better cuz it’s easy access to your ass.”

    Montoya pulled at the strap and let it snap right back, causing John to wince.

    “Ummff. Yup… So what next?”

    “You clean back there?”

    “Well, I did some… you know, googling, and looked up anal and getting clean… so yeah… I got an enma bag and that was an experience of its own.”

    “Good, good, well, that let’s us get right down to business,” Montoya chuckled.

    He went over to his wall of gags. He ran his hands past a few, debating whether to keep things simple with a bandanna or duct-tape… or lean into the kink. He settled on a ring gag. He took it off its hook, walked back to his captive stud. John didn’t need a command. He opened his mouth wide, letting the ring slip in, and Montoya cinched it tight behind the young man’s neck. Then landed another kiss over John’s gagged lips.

    “Mmmmow mwmmanna ooo mmmdis?” John tried to ask how they want to do this.

    “I think we’ll get you started with a dildo again.” Montoya brought one over.

    It wasn’t the biggest in the case, but John’s eyes still went wide. “Mmmmmmm! Moooo biiiig!!!”

    Montoya just chuckled.

    “Don’t worry,” he said and squirted some lube onto the piece. “It’ll go in just fine. Especially since you were opened up a bit already.”

    Montoya maneuvered John to the bed, and made him lean over so his ass was sticking out.

    Now John was wondering if he was biting off more than he could chew. But he didn’t have much of a say in the matter, bound and gagged as he was.

    “Mmmff!”

    He felt the tip of the dildo start to move past his cheeks. It was cold and slithery, due to the lube– unlike the last one a few days ago which was pretty much a dry fuck. So he found it went in a little bit easier.

    “Mmmm… Mmmmm…”

    John moaned as the dildo was pushed deeper, centimeter by centimeter. Montoya stopped suddenly, leaving the thing just hanging there partway out John’s ass. John heard the clicks of a camera and some flashes. But of course. John was going to join the wall of shame over on the TV screen. But he didn’t care. Fuck it was so hot. He looked over at his professor. The man was taking off his own clothes, and letting his erection spring free.

    “Mmmmont mmmfuck eee!”

    “Relax… you said you’re not ready for this in your ass, and I respect everyone’s limits. But the sight of you right now….” Montoya started stroking his cock. Then he walked over and continued to fuck John with the dildo.

    “MMMMMmmm”

    John moaned with more ecstasy. Each time Montoya pulled the dildo out, he pushed in just a touch deeper. John felt his pre-cum oozing out. Montoya stopped to go over and check on his captive’s cock, and scooped up the bit of pre-cum with his finger.

    “Lick it, boy.”

    John stuck his tongue out through the gag and almost ravenously licked at the finger.

    Montoya laid John on the bed on his side… now the dildo was almost all the way in. But the professor wanted that dick. He put himself in a 69 position to John, but kept John’s gag in for now. The boy could rub and lick at his cock and balls for now. Montoya got to work himself.

    John’s body shuddered as Montoya started licking along his shaft, slowly and deliberately. He made sure his tongue got all sides of the boy’s dick. He lapped hungrily at John’s balls which were clearly not far from bursting. Then he ramped things up. Montoya massaged John’s ass, and then found the dildo poking out. He started pumping it in and out again, and then wrapped his lips around the head of John’s penis. And started taking it in.

    “Mmmmohhhhh!!!!”

    It took a few moments, but Montoya achieved a rhythm of bobbing up and down and pumping the dildo in and out. He kept at it, getting John to a point where he stopped lapping at Montoya’s cock and balls himself because he couldn’t focus.

    Montoya stopped.

    “You want my cock too now, boy, huh?”

    “Mmmmmyessthir”

    Montoya shifted so he could unlatch the gag and pull it out of John’s hungry mouth. Then got back to 69-ing and thrust his crotch into John’s face. Now both men got right to work on each other. Again, they needed to re-establish rhythm. But they found it in no time. If Montoya started to go slower, John followed suit. When Montoya sucked and fucked faster, John stepped up his own efforts. Montoya found himself getting ready to cum. He pulled his mouth off.

    “You want my seed in your throat, baby?”

    John didn’t even bother pulling off to answer. “Mmmhmmm! Mmm!”

    “That’s right, suck me dry. Ohhhh fuck I forgot how good your mouth felt! God!! Keep going!” Montoya felt himself reaching the tipping point… “Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming now!” He blew his load right into John’s mouth. And John’s tongue kept working his head as more of his cum spurted out. John finally pulled out, some of the sperm flowing past his lips as he tried to catch a breath. Montoya heaved as he turned himself again to be face to face with John and get a cum kiss in before ALL OF IT found its way into John’s throat.

    “Now what abommmm mmeeeph?” Montoya gagged John again before he could even finish asking where his orgasm was. He took a few more licks of the boy’s cock but then focused more on dildo-fucking him.

    “Not blowing you anymore… this load is going to come from the dildo.”

    John closed his eyes tight and grunted into his gag as the dildo kept being pushed further and harder, relentlessly now. The lube helped and, Montoya was right, so did his dildo-fucking a few nights ago– but his ass was still so tight around it. He felt some of the pain of it… but also sooo much pleasure. And like a few nights ago, he found himself begging for it.

    “MMMMMM FUUCK ME! MMMMM!MMMHARDER!”

    Montoya happily obliged.

    Soon John felt his cock about to shoot.

    “MMMM! MMMREADY! MMMJERK ME!”

    “No, I told you,” Montoya said. “This is going to come from the fucking. So you might as well get used to it.”

    “MMMARGH!” It was almost on cue, as soon as he said that, the cum came flying out.

    Montoya smiled. There was his cum and John’s drool all over his bed where John’s gagged face was. Nicely-sized pools of John’s own cum not far from that. Montoya gave the dildo one more push to get it pretty much all the way in John’s ass, causing the fratboy to grunt– and push one more little spurt of cum out. Then he licked up the cum and held it in his mouth as he ungagged John. They kissed passionately, tasting each other’s spit and loads.

    “Oh my god… that was insane….” John panted. “That was so fucking hot…”

    “Yeah how do you feel… you wanna do more with getting fucked?”

    “Goddamn… Yeah…. I can’t believe I blew my load after you stopped even touching my dick…”

    “So that was just a 6 inch…. and I’m about 8 inches,” Montoya said as he undid the handcuffs. “Maybe do another time of fucking you with a 6-inch dildo and then see if you’re ready for me to fuck you with my own cock?”

    “Yeah that works,” John said, as he laid back and stretched across the comfortable bed. Montoya clambered on, and they embraced like lovers just having a post-coital cuddle. John turned so his ass rubbed up against Montoya’s wet dick. He teased him a bit, grinding a little.

    “You sure you’re not gonna be ready for me to be in you in a few minutes?” Montoya laughed.

    “Hah no… you know I love being a tease…” John said. “So how many of your photoshoots wound up in your arms like this?”

    “Well quite a few… including that cop and his rookie I mentioned earlier. And believe it or not, the one who ran things at the station was the most eager bottom ever– and is married with kids. But I won’t say much more than that.”

    Again, John wasn’t surprised. He pretty much always forgot about whatever girl he might be dating whenever he was around this sex god.

    “And we’ll have some fun with Tony, too, in a few days,” Montoya said.

    “Yeah. He sure as shit missed out today!” 

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  • At the Horseman Club

    Arrival

    The e-mail answer arrived this morning before work. It was simply titled, ‘the Horseman Club.’ I yelled out, happily, “Thank the fuck! Thank the fuck!” at its reception when I opened the much-anticipated reply.

    I jumped up and down, my cock hitting both side of my hairy thighs and swinging between my legs, like a fleshy pendulum. I was standing naked with my usual morning hard-on, jutting out. In its prominence. It did not matter. The time and place were stated, days before, when the call went out, they were accepting new members to this limited membership riding club.

    So, I saved it and dutifully sent in a request, in hopes that I would be among those invited for attendance, and I waited. And I waited. It felt like weeks. But it was only a day or two. I meet all the necessary criteria. I checked and re-checked before I sent off the first e-mail.

    This answered reply in this e-mail means that I do. At least for now. I do and it arrived the day of. Today. Thank Gawd. The day of the event.

    I could hardly concentrate on the day’s work; I was supposed to be doing. The ride is rough, and the vehicle is all but worn out; a battered and barely put-together State vehicle, a blight upon my day. It was to be a simple day, load the dump trunk, haul it down the road, wait in line, and then dump the dirt onto the shoulder. That was it. Well, there has been one problem after another on this Thursday.

    First, I got a flat tire, on a barely travelled back road of Clench County, as I stood and took a much-needed piss and saw it slowly deflating where I had to park on the side of the newly asphalted road. Changed it. With the help of power equipment. At this point, I am drenched in sweat. Later after lunch, the lift stopped midway up as I was dumping a load. It took some time but eventually, along with the mechanic, we got it back down. The hydraulic fluid had gotten below the minimum amount needed. So, it was just an all-out exasperating day, to top it off. Grim and dirt cover my tee and jeans. It is not how I wanted to show up, but “oh well, damn it. I cannot go home and change.” I whispered angrily under my breathe in frustration.

    “You all, we have got time to get three more loads each,” he barks, the sorry lazy-assed Area-Wide foreman, as he walks back to his State-issued yellow pick-up. I cannot stand the arrogant sum-bitch. And that was the last exasperation. The one too many.

    “Asshole,” I say under my muffled breath. I say it again before I step up onto the running board of my truck. Back inside. Behind the wheel.

    The guy who helped me and the mechanic looks over and smirks. He must have heard me. He agrees and nods his head and quietly mouths, ‘asshole.’

    “By the way, you, asshats, I will not be here tomorrow, got a long weekend ahead of me on the lake…” he says, while I ignore the rest of what he says. I do not want to be bothered. I just want this fucking day. Over.

    I will not be here either. I zone him out.

    He says ‘asshats’ like it is a joke. It sounds more as if he is arrogant. I tend to believe he is the arrogant asshole, as do others. Why is he so arrogant? What makes a man like him, behave in the way he does? Gerry is the negative to my positive, in our looks, and in our attitudes. I am pale. The man seems brown under the rays of high South Georgia sun. I wish I did.

    The interior of the dump truck is stifling hot and smells of my farts and sweat, as once again, my sweat-soaked tee melds into the seat. I wish I could take it off, but Federal employees are not allowed that privilege.

    The three hours remaining were uneventful. We got two loads apiece, between us, instead of the three that the ‘great’ and ‘mighty’ Gerald the Asshole expected. All of us like to call him Gerry, just to be a briar in his craw. I pulled back into the barn, my regular county headquarters, at 15 minutes after 5 p.m. The others had already left when they were supposed to. I figured as such when I left from, out there in the middle of bum-fuck Hicksville but ‘the Ass’ would not let me leave early. Although after his announcement, none of us saw him again. No surprise from Gerry the Ass, he is quite the donkey, but I prefer, ass.

    I have an hour and a half to get there. I say to myself as I look to the clock on my dash.

    “Damn! Damn! Damn!”

    The ‘Welcome to Florida’ sign comes into my vision and out of it, as fast, as it had appeared, when I crossed over the long expansive bridge into the Sunshine State. It is only about 35 minutes to my destination from the state line. I can feel my cock pressing hard against the zipper on my jeans. I need this, I do. I really do.

    The directions said to pass through the tiny berg of Pinevale and look for County Road 152, turn right onto it and go to the 12 Mile Marker. I do. The directions are easy.

    I told Ronny that I was taking a personal day of leave on Friday and I would be out of town for the weekend. In typical Ronny fashion, he wanted to know all the personal details. I told him nothing besides, “I’ll see you, Monday, Ronny.” He did not like it but like the foreman on the Area-Wide Crew, he is just as lazy, maybe more so. Where does the State get these guys?

    To get an invite and assurance that you would be given consideration, for future visits, you had to promise to commit to an overnight. I did so willingly. Tonight, is an overnight. As was Friday. I am prepared.

    The directions said once you get to mile marker 12, look for a red striped, white painted mailbox. I found the NASCAR-looking mailbox and the dirt road, opposite of it.

    The road to the house is down a winding dirt road of about a half-mile, deep into the woods, south of mailbox. It said that I would know I have arrived by all the vehicles, parked. As I rounded the last turn. There they are.

    “There it is. Finally,” I say in the solitary cab of my pick-up. I feel a stirring in my man-parts. I have gotten hard and soft so much today, my cock is confused. Wanting to let go off the pent-up confusion.

    There were all the vehicles, and a few horse trailers behind them and a short line of men at the front door. It is a ranch-style farmhouse, out amid a manicured pasture, nothing remarkable and typical of the many homes, which dot the landscapes across North Florida and South Georgia. But appearances can be deceiving. Are. The woods of North Florida surround this humble abode.

    In front of the house, I see a short line of men, four of them, dressed as I am, in the clothes of the blue-collar man, minus the dirt and grime of my rough workday. I suspect some maybe college kids. They go through all the motions, as I expected they would when they spelled out all in the e-mail. One man is turned away. He carries on for a minute or two, in a huff, before he finally relents and walks away, back to his truck. His two friends, a muscular ginger and a lanky dark haired lad, are ushered in, minus him. Each man does not talk of the leaving of their lone friend, they go in, and it is as if the man was not with them. Non-existent. As the discarded friend walks by me, the scowl on his face is apparent as the veins pop out on his boiling mad face, like a two-year old holding back a temper tantrum in the grocery store. The point is to get inside. They did. He did not.

    Then comes my turn.

    “You read the rules?” he asks, as he gets my name and looks at my driver’s license.

    “Yes,” I say, “Yes.”

    The word storms out of my mouth in anticipated excitement. Maybe too much anticipation.

    Two men, apparently a pair, walk up behind me as the questions, start. The same I had heard asked to those before me by the same interrogator, as he begins his spiel to me.

    “Will you abide by the Stable Rules?” he asks.

    “Yes. Yes, I will.”

    “What happens here,” he says, “Stays here, you understand. You do understand? Doncha?”

    The emphasis very strong on this question is apparent to me. He means it.

    “Yes,” I answer with the same seriousness.

    This man is all business and I know it.

    “Can you go above ‘the Nine’?”

    “Yes,” I say with a slight pause before I say it again, “Yes, I can go above ‘the Nine.’”

    “Prove it!” he demands, “Prove it!”

    The sharpness of his voice tells me it is a challenge.

    “Prove it?” I answer.

    “What the fuck are you, a damned mockingbird?” he says, an irritated shit sound in his voice.

    I unsnap, unzip, and let gravity take over as my worn work pants fall to the grass and blanket my work boots. I am not wearing any under drawers. I have not worn any since the day in my sophomore year of high school when I realized that I did not have to wear them.

    He looks at me and I then, I follow his eyes, I see them linger on my crotch and my cock, tucked deep in my thick nest of 1970s reminiscent pubes, all full and bushy.

    He smirks and gives a slight giggle.

    “…that does not look like more than nine inches, brother. You fuck, you damn motherfucker,” he says, “You best get that fucker hard if you ever want to be let in.”

    He is reacting in the same way that he did to the kid he sent packing.

    We look at each other. I smirk but he does not, he grimaces.

    “Whatcha waitin’ for, get that damned cock hard.”

    I do. It does not take long. The two guys in line behind me. Lean out, waiting to see if I can deliver.

    My cock aims out of my groin. I am as hard as the early morning hard-on that I had when I greeted the day. It makes me proud. It makes me an equal among men, maybe more, in this particular instance. I am otherwise, a quiet man, but when I am naked. I am like the loud mouths.

    “…that’s more like it,” he says, the voice, a little less course, as he jams the cloth tape-measure into my forest of pubes between my legs, against the bone, measuring me from base to head.

    When he finishes, he smiles, this time with a different attitude.

    They say I am veiny. I think I am more like the tangled running roots of an oak tree; each blood vessel weaves itself all over my fleshy tool.

    “Well, it seems like, you do measure up and with much more. Go on in…please. Please. Please,” he says.

    I smile at him. I am a grow-ERR not a show-ERR. I consider myself a chameleon. You expect one thing but are pleasantly surprised when the truth is revealed.

    His hand felt warm on my balls, as he squeezed and cupped them before he lingered and removed them. He even took the time to rub the pre-cum that had seeped out of my piss-slit over the crown of my cock before he took the wetness to his tongue. He liked my taste.

    “Next!” he says before I walk to the front door and walk in, “by the way, I’ll see you inside, later.”

    I smile at him.

    In the vestibule is a handwritten poster board sign with the same rules mentioned in the e-mail that brought me here. I scan them before I trudge into dining room where black trash bags filled with clothes dot the room. I expected more but the bags are sparse. I guess maybe ten to twenty but I do not get an accurate count. I want to get naked as fast as I can.

    The Stable Rules

    Naked
    Hard is best –EXPECTED
    Taste is mandatory
    Empty holes are to be filled
    Once is not enough

    New foals – a mandatory red ribbon will be wrapped around your cock & balls

    DO NOT REMOVE IT

    “Get those clothes off, buddy,” a man seated at the table yells out as he sees me reading the sign, “You are new, ain’t you?”

    He resembles a granddaddy biker-type with a beard that covers the gray chest hair and the beer belly that I know is hidden behind the table.

    “Yes.”

    To the side of the room, stand the two college-aged guys that had entered before me. Each man stands naked, with a neat red ribbon tightly-wrapped around their bound cock and balls, each man’s cock aimed like a spear from their nearly naked pubic region.

    “I hope you have more pubes than these guys do. Then these squirreling college boys,” he says, “Men should have some fur around their tools and everywhere else. They are supposed to have it. Do you? Do you?”

    I wink at him, this total stranger.

    I pull my tee over my head. Then kick the boots from my feet. Once I am naked. I can smell my sweat as it reeks from my tired-but-charged-up body.

    “Man, why didn’t you take a shower before you came?” the gray-beard of man says as he sniffs the air around me.

    “I just got off from work.”

    “What do you do, shovel crap?”

    “No, I am a heavy equipment operator,” I explain.

    “I can see that,” he says as I feel his eyes roam over my nakedness.

    The two college kids do the same. I suspect they are from the State University, a few counties over in Tallahassee, at the capitol. Or from Gainesville. It does not matter. Which. They obviously met the criteria. The spears between their legs prove why they are here. If college cock is what I see, in these two young men, damn, I missed that college experience, had I gone to college to begin with.

    “Boys, this is what a real man looks like,” ole gray-bear says, ”Oh, shit, this is what a man looks like.”

    He looks me over, stealing his eyes on my cock in his survey.

    “Why doncha lick the heads of those boys’ cocks?”

    “What?”

    “You heard me. You know the rules. You agreed to them,” ole gray-beard says, “Do it!”

    The tile on the floor is rough on my knees. Each boy has their hands on their hips. Their hips thrust forward in anticipation for me to taste. Apparently, they have been told not to move. Why would you do, a lick is a lick, lolli-cocks need attention.

    I take a gentle lick of the sweet boy’s aromatic nectar that has formed on the cockhead of the ginger-haired boy that is nearest me. He is sweet with the underlining hint of salt and musk, like fine wine, the year of the vintage matters. I swirl his juice around my mouth before I swallow it. I take another, holding back from locking my lips onto the boy’s extended rod. He sighs, loudly.

    “Taste the other one,” gray-beard says from behind me, “he’s leaking more than his friend.”

    I can feel gray-beard’s eyes on my harried backside. It is among my best assets, just one.

    Gray-beard is right. His dark-haired friend is dribbling like a spigot with a missing washer, a minuscule puddle directly below the kid’s piss-slit. I take his clear seed into my mouth, but he is not as tasty as his pal, but I do not turn down an offering when it is in my line of sight. He leaks more once he is in my mouth.

    “Stand up! Stand up,” I hear behind me, the now familiar voice of the man I have labeled gray-beard. I do what he tells me.

    “Get your ass over here, boy,” he yells, “we have to wrap that magnificent piece of meat in a red ribbon. I do not think anyone will have a problem identifying you as a ‘full horse’.”

    I am facing the man as his eyes once again roams across me. I feel him and see that his cock has risen to full strength, too. I silently mouth, ‘damn’ to myself, under my breath, Papa is packing some serious meat. But all men at this ‘club’ are nine inches or above. Or more.

    Gray-beard wraps the ribbon around the base of my cock and balls, squeezing them and holding the blood in the veins and keeping me fully engorged. As I suspect it is the sole purpose of the makeshift cockring besides pointing out the fresh meat.

    I hear the front door slam behind me as gray-beard finishes wrapping me, like a human Christmas package, ready to be opened by all gathered around my fleshy tree.

    “I hear that we have a man in here with a nearly 11-inch cock, like mine,” booms the sound of a distinct voice, a familiar voice, “where is this man? Where is he?’

    I turn, cock swollen as it much as it has ever been and the steady dripping my own juice from it.

    “Gerry the Ass!” I say.

    It is he.

    “I’ve heard that is what the men called me on the Area-Wide crew,” Gerry says, “…but here they call me Donkey Dick, and Head Trainer.”

    “Fuck! Fuck!” I say once I realize I have told him about his nickname.

    “We’ll take care of that, too,” Gerry says, “now for me to get naked.”

    At his side, he holds a riding crop next to his leg as he gently taps it against his jeans.

    End Part One

  • Timeless

    This fat, over rouged slug of a woman is really beginning to get on my nerves. My contract is very, very clear. I am supposed to be here as her escort for the evening not her personal pinching post. I swear if she gooses me once more I’ll let the whole room know how much she is paying me and just how long it took us both to get her stuffed into that hideous green outfit she is almost wearing. I’ve wrestled greased pigs that were more compliant than her cellulite. OUCH.

    That’s it, she asked for …… Hello Gorgeous. Now that ladies and gentlemen of the orchestra is what I call a man. Give him a fanfare please.

    I’m sorry, please excuse my manners. My name is Pieter and I’m a Shifter. Some of you may already have met me – let’s face it, some of you have probably had me. I am nine hundred and fifty two years old, but I’m proud to say I don’t look a day over twenty eight thanks to my ability to change my physical appearance whenever I like. I refuse to allow myself to get past forty. I did it once and was frankly appalled at the rapid degradation of the human form once that milestone is reached. I actually experienced a twinge of arthritis at forty five and that was it – wham, bam I was a younger man. Like I say, never again. I’m also immortal. Nothing can kill me.

    Oh, he’s walking over to us. My God the man is sex on legs. No, you stupid fat cow he is not coming over to talk to you, stop fluttering those ridiculously large false eye lashes at him, any faster and your eyelids are going to take off!

    ‘Pieter, it’s been a long time.’ What the fuck? He knows me.

    ‘I’m sorry, you have me at a disadvantage.’ I can play the cool cat as well you know, I just wish my cock wasn’t trying to crawl out of my trousers and into his very cute ass.

    ‘It’s Michel. Remember? We met many years ago.’

    ‘How many?’

    ‘Many, many years.’ He’s a Shifter, he has to be and I must have met him at some time although I can’t for the life of me remember where or when. And believe me, I would have remembered this one. You see it doesn’t matter how many times we change our physical appearance we remain ourselves at the core and one Shifter will always remember any others he has come across. Not that it happens very often given there are only a little over two hundred of us in circulation worldwide. His arrogance is palpable. Everything about him screams conceit and self-importance – not attractive qualities if you ask me. I’ve always prided myself on my modesty and self-deprecation, despite my super-human abilities and physical attractiveness.

    ‘Of course I didn’t let you know I was like you – timeless as it were. You were still quite young then so I decided to stand back and watch how you handled yourself and your powers. You amused me.’

    ‘So what was I? some sort of medieval entertainment system?’

    ‘Jacobean actually, and it was King James you – we – were providing entertainment for.’

    King James. Ah, what fun those days were. A new King following in line from a dried-up old hag of a bitch who outlived herself in my opinion. The sainted Elizabeth had heralded a new era in fun and frolics until the bloody Spanish and all those wizened old men on her council ground her down. By the time the old witch died we were all frightened to sneeze with out permission for fear of being thrown into the Tower – or worse. It was a hurricane of fresh air when James arrived, never mind a breath. And of course he did like his young men. So I Shifted into the most attractive young man at his court. I set my age at twenty with a lithe, slim yet defined body. I was modest with my manhood settling for just over seven reasonably thick inches. I did allow myself one of the most fuckable asses I have sported. It was mouth-wateringly gorgeous and received all the attention I could handle. Facially I settled for pretty-boy handsome, clean shaven with dark black wavy locks that curled at my collar. My skin tone was Mediterranean  – a light olive brown colour that set off my green flecked brown eyes perfectly. I was easily the most attractive thing at James’s Court and soon became established as my liege lord’s favourite bed companion. Not that James was exactly a catch in the bed department. He was reasonably fit for his age but his breath was terrible and I’ve seen hamsters with bigger cocks. Now I’m not a size queen, never have been. I’ve always been a believer that it’s not what you’ve got but what you do with it. King James scored negatively on both counts. I’ve had to endure some pretty mediocre lovers in my time but he took the biscuit. Ten minutes of useless humping with little more than three skinny inches poking my boy-hole and he was done – snoring even as he rolled off. On top of that the man was a bore. Still, he did surround himself with lots and lots of nice man-totty and was very relaxed about who fucked who, so he did have his compensations.

    The weekend of his fortieth birthday will be etched on my mind forever. He took eight of us off to his favourite palace. I remember Robert Carr with particular affection. He had been a serving boy when he caught James’s eye. He was soon to be knighted and then become a Viscount thanks to the King’s patronage – well he couldn’t fuck just any old commoner now could he? Haddington, Hay and Montgomery were included in the gang along with Brown, Carter and a very cute groomsman, soon to be knighted, who’s name escapes me. He was memorable only for the length of time one could ride him and the tightness of his cunt thanks to all the horses he rode. The boy had buns of steel and screamed for England the more punishment his arse received. This particular weekend, the Groomsman was to earn his knighthood. James loved to watch others having sex, especially young, fit, hot blooded youths.

    We arrived at the palace two hours before dinner giving us all ample time to bathe and dress for the occasion. Despite the size of the palace James decided we should all share rooms and I found myself bunking with Montgomery, a tall, taciturn, masculine Scotsman with a strong, hairy body that allied with his nine inch claymore of a cock always ensured a healthy, energetic fuck. I seem to remember I purred when I found out he was my roommate.

    I had just removed the last of my clothes ready for my bath when the bedroom door was flung open and the russet haired, kilt wearing Viscount strode into the room.

    ‘By God Pieter, that’s a sight for sore eyes. Turn round laddie and let me see what I’m about to sheath my weapon in.’ Montgomery, despite being one hell of a stud was a dreadful boor. I didn’t mind the fact that he was rough and ready – well he was a Scotsman – but at times he could be a little uncouth which didn’t go down well with the effete Englishmen at Court. I enjoyed the discomfort his belligerent and common ways caused the prissy old men who thought they should be running the country, and in truth could forgive him anything as long as he fulfilled his promise to start splitting my arse on a regular basis.

    I did as instructed and turned my back to him adding to his titillation by bending forward to pick up my handkerchief from the floor and exposing my tight rose bud for his delectation.

    ‘On your knees laddie, we’ve time for me to fuck that tasty cunt of yours before we need to be entertaining the King.’ Looking back at him I saw that his kilt was now more of a tent with a mighty pole raising it up and outward.

    ‘I love it when you Scotsmen wear a kilt properly. It’s just so bloody convenient and sensible.’ I dropped to my knees, put my head under the hem of the kilt and came eye to eye with the caber I would soon be tossing. My tongue snaked out of my mouth and pushed into the full foreskin covering the tender glans. As I rolled my tongue round his helmet, slowly pushing his hood back with my lips, I became intoxicated by the combined taste of man juice and piss that along with the manly musky smell of him invaded my senses. He held my head in his big, calloused hands and began to fuck his weapon in and out of my eagerly slurping and sucking mouth, each push forward pushing his monster tool further and further down my throat. My eyes were watering, my mouth producing what felt like gallons of thick, slimy saliva as he forced every inch of his glorious tool down my gullet till my nose was buried in his thick pubic bush. I gagged and choked through it all, holding onto his hard, muscled ass, determined I would take all he had or die trying.

    Montgomery was soon crooning a highland love song to me between sighs and gasps of pleasure. The lyrics were extremely romantic: ‘Oh yes laddie, suck that cock laddie.’ And ‘Take that ya Sassenach whore.’ Not to mention: ‘Get ma caber ready for that English cunt laddie. Get it good and hard.’ Yes, very romantic.  

    I sucked and licked and swallowed as though my life depended on it, Montgomery removed his clothes and as I gazed upwards from my position of sublimation I was stirred by the thick mat of reddish brown hair covering his chest that thinned as it travelled down his flat, firm stomach forming a treasure trail that led to the thick fragrant bush my nose was buried in. I reached up and played with his big nipples that became hard sensitive nubs of pleasure for both of us – I absolutely adore responsive nipples sitting atop big round, hard chest muscles.

    The taste of him grew stronger in my mouth and I knew he was close to emptying his heavy balls into my stomach. He was fighting between shooting his load into my mouth or waiting to pump it into my waiting arse. I released him and sat back on my heels. ‘How quickly can you repeat Monty?’ He grinned down at me with a cocky, playful smile on his generous red lips. ‘Can you manage both my holes before dinner?’

    ‘No problem at all laddie. No problem at all.’

    That was all the encouragement I needed and I quickly enveloped his leaking, pulsing erection with my eager mouth. I brought my hands to his balls and shaft, wanking the thick stem and squeezing his heavy, tightening ball sack as I felt him get bigger, longer, thicker before a torrent of near scalding man juice filled my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could but he was too big and spewing so much cum that inevitably a thick, viscous river ran down from my lips onto my chin. He tasted so good; so manly somehow. I was sorry when the last drops were sucked from him and gently licked and kissed his still hard cock, determined to feel it’s massiveness inside me before we bathed and dressed.

    He lifted me to my feet and seeing the trail of his cum on my face licked it off before he pressed his full lips to my swollen, well used ones. We sparred with our tongues as we tasted and enjoyed the mix of our saliva with his salty ejaculate. Monty was an excellent kisser. We had spent many an hour laying with each other before today simply ‘making out’ as you so delicately put it these days. I had sucked his magnificent cock to climax on several occasions but for some reason or other he had never actually fucked me before. It was time to correct that oversight.

    I moved away from him, walked to the bed, grabbed a thick pillow then lay on my back, legs in the air, pillow under my lower back. I spat on my hand and reached down to rub my thick saliva over and into my fuck-hole. Monty growled – I swear he did – before applying his own spit to his monster arse splitter. He pushed it against my all too willing cunt entrance. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he forced his tumescence into me. Inch after thick, hard, hot inch pushed into me, stretching me wider and deeper than any man had done for several lifetimes. I had definitely underestimated the size of the Scotsman’s fuck pole. He was well over ten inches long with a thick mushroom head. The best of it was that he got thicker as you got closer to the root that sprouted from that fiery forest. My eyes were crossed, watering and as wide as a Scottish loch by the time he bottomed out and I felt his balls come to nestle against my arse cheeks. Where the extra length and girth came from I have no idea; I swear he wasn’t this big when he was fucking my face.

    He took hold of my legs by my ankles and pulled them up and out as wide as he could before beginning his assault on my cunt. I’ll admit it was painful at first but as he got into a rhythm and I got used to the size of him my body began to respond as any good cum-slut’s body should. Each time he moved over my prostate, crushing and bruising it like no other had before I cried out in passion. My achingly hard cock was as thick and long as it ever had been in this life with a steady flow of precum dripping from it as the enormous, arm-thick dick ploughed my arse. Monty was putting everything he had into this fuck. Once I was used to him and was more than comfortable accepting each and every thrust he began to increase his pace and ferocity, driving my head and shoulders into the mattress. My cries of lust must have echoed through the palace. I thrashed back and forth, side to side as he drove me to the top of the pleasure curve before, with one final, gut punching smash of his groin into my wide arse crack he bellowed some unintelligible Clansman’s war cry and blasted his seed deep inside me. His second cumming was as impressive as the first. His ferocious pounding pushed me over the edge and without touching my dick I hosed both myself and the bed with a copious amount of cum. Monty collapsed onto the bed next to me.

    ‘You’ve the best cunt in the palace Laddie, and I’ve fucked more than a few so I should know let me tell you. You’re a dirty little bastard aren’t ya?’ Monty may have had the looks, body and cock of a latter-day Greek god but he wasn’t the brightest jewel in King James’s crown. He wasn’t the person to go to if you wanted deep and meaningful conversation, I doubt he could even read beyond managing to sign his name on official documents. But if you wanted to know about the artistry required to hunt down a squealing wild pig and the skill needed to eviscerate it afterwards – in all I’s gore filled detail – the Earl of Montgomery was your man. He also drank prodigiously and liked nothing better than an evening of drunken debauchery for which he was totally suited and equipped.

    Monty helped me to bathe, joining me in the large wooden tub and dismissed the two young mans sent to see to our ablutions. He washed me himself from top to toe, paying particular attention to my nether regions, almost losing the soap in my over stretched man-hole when he pushed a little too hard against it whilst cleaning his leaking juice from me. ‘See Laddie, you’re ready to take me again.’ He moved to push his still very erect member into me but I skilfully dodged to the side and managed to clamber out of the bath before he was able to get a firm grip on me.

    ‘Maybe later Monty. Right now we need to get ready to join the King.’ I admit it was no easy feat keeping my hands and arse off him as I watched him rise from the cooling tub, soap suds and water cascading across every magnificent inch of him, his monster penis bouncing up and down and leading the way to the bed where our clothes for the evening were laid out waiting for us.

    Half an hour later we were gathered with the other invited young spunks in the room of the palace James had chosen for the nights frolics waiting for the arrival of our Lord and Master.

    Haddington and Brown were wearing nothing but very thin, diaphanous over shirts than clung to their tight youthful bodies like a second skin. It was obvious that both were already excited by the prospects for pleasure the night ahead held as their meaty cocks, half hard, bobbled about under the scant covering provided them.

    Charlie Hay, first Earl of somewhere in the outer Hebrides, was happily ensconced on an overstuffed sofa with the young Groomsman who was thoroughly enjoying the expert fingering his pert looking ass was receiving. Charlie was wearing a kilt. A very short kilt that left nothing to the imagination. Had he ever worn it to the hunt, the local population would definitely have received far more of an eyeful than any could have anticipated. Hay was a sexy little bugger with blonde hair, a strong yet compact body with just a dusting of hair on his perfectly proportioned chest. I knew from experience that he knew how to use his seven inch cock to best effect as we were regular bed-fellows. He winked and smiled broadly at me as he pushed four fingers deep into the wanton Groomsman’s eager hole. The young lad from the stables wore only a smile that soon became a wide mouthed look of surprise as the hand inside him pushed deeper.

    ‘Charlie! Canna ye not wait until after dinner afore ye shoves your hand up the randy bugger’s cunt?’

    Monty was as erudite and tactful as ever! Although he did have a point.

    I moved towards Robert Carr who with Lord Andrew Carter was warming himself by the roaring fire. Both wore only their silk hose secured at their waists by rope. Every inch of them was clearly visible. They were an extremely erotic sight. They could almost have been twins with their lithe young bodies and boyish good looks. Both had thick, unruly mops of black hair on their heads, any other hair they may have once sported had been shaved off leaving them smooth and boy-like in appearance. They represented everything our King liked most in his young men, well the ones he actually fucked anyway. Monty and Charlie were there to service him, like studs in his stable of horses, they were called on to screw the royal mare whenever his slack hole itched. Neither event happened very regularly as the King was a watcher, a looker, rather than an active participant in the sexual shenanigans he organised for us all.

    Monty and I had been given warm woollen toga-like robes to wear that were secured at the shoulder and hung down front and back revealing everything we had to offer every time we moved. The eight of us must have presented quite a spectacle as the doors opened and King James the first of England, the sixth of Scotland camped into the room. Yes, camped!

    The thing no history book ever tells you about the first Stuart monarch is just what a mincing little queen the old dear actually was. And he lisped. Whether this was natural or affected I never did find out, but it had the effect of making what was already an incredibly effeminate man into an at times, embarrassingly camp and limp wristed individual. Of course being the sycophants we all were, we fawned over him and never actually told him the truth about himself and how utterly ridiculous he managed to appear at times.

    ‘Good evening Boysth, I twust you are all well?’ He surveyed the room, his gaze settling on Hay and the groomsman, whose head was thrown back in obvious ecstasy as the fingers in his ass made him dance to their tune. James smiled slyly, ‘I sthee that you have alweady started Hay my dear, and with the hired help no lesth.’ His eyes returned to the rest of us, ‘they make a pwetty couple do they not boysth?’ Of course we all chuckled at his wit, allowing him to believe that he was the centre of our world.

    James was not in any way a prepossessing sort of figure. He was of average height with a slightly tubby midriff, thinning hair and the bulbous nose that was to reoccur on every subsequent Stuart monarch. He could never be called a handsome man and his dress sense did little to help his countenance. He insisted on wearing clothes that quite frankly made him look like an over-stuffed haggis. He smelt like one too most of the time. Add to all this the ridiculous cod piece he always wore to fool people into thinking he had a large appendage when he was fully aware that we all knew he only needed a finger and thumb to hold it when he pissed and even at that he still managed to get piss all over them. I often wondered what the unwashed masses would think as they clutched their new bibles, if they knew that the King it was named for was a prissy sissy with a cock the size of an acorn. How on earth the man managed to father three children is beyond imagining! Well actually he fathered eight but five died in infancy, I always think it’s a pity the blasted Charles didn’t follow them, it would have spared us that truly dreadful man Cromwell, who was not only the ugliest ruler this country has ever had to endure but also the dullest.

    But I digress, I was trying to remember where I had met this other Shifter, this Michele. I could feel nothing from him that allowed me to assess where we had interacted before. Now I do know that very, very old Shifters have the ability to mask their true selves from others, so I’m guessing he is one of them. Try as I might I couldn’t place him, especially not in the closed court of King James’s bum-boys.

    ‘I’ll help you Pieter,’ he seemed to know I was struggling to recognise him. ‘The last time we met was at James’s fortieth birthday weekend. I spent most of my time there either on my knees or back being royally rogered by you and your associates whist the King watched and awarded you all points on your performance. What was it you were playing for, I can’t quite remember…..?’

    ‘An Earldom. And now I know who you were – the cum-slut groomsman – that was you wasn’t it?’ He smiled and nodded. ‘Why did I not see you for what you are? Unless of course you’re one of the ancients?’

    ‘I am, and I have followed your progress through the centuries with interest and not a little amusement.’

    ‘Meaning?’

    ‘Well you haven’t exactly been discerning over the years have you? And look where you have ended up this time because of your insatiable desire for sex with men – pimping yourself out to cellulite filled pieces of trash like her.’ He openly pointed at my overweight, over rouged, slightly inebriated pay-mistress. Unfortunately she heard every word he said, along with anyone else within earshot, and she was not best pleased. If the over-stuffed turkey, wearing far too much make-up, had one good point it was her ability to dismiss those she deemed to be beneath her. She reduced Michele to an inch tall prick with a look, a toss of her not insubstantial bleached locks and a loud “Fuck off you stuck-up cunt. I might be fat and older than I was but at least I’m not a pompous, badly dressed homo covered in fake-tan.’

    She was quite magnificent. Brash and common, but none the less magnificent. My fellow Shifter was left speechless with his mouth hanging open like a toddler waiting for its Farley’s Rusk. It was a priceless example of someone not caring what others thought of her putting a self-opinionated snob in his place. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute of it. She stalked across to the other side of the room leaving a cloud of her sweet sickly perfume in her wake. I turned, laughing to Michele who was trying hard to regain his dignity and composure. ‘You sort of asked for that didn’t you dear?’ He glared at me. I took his elbow, ‘come on, I’ll buy you a drink. Oh, and you owe me a thousand pounds.’

    ‘The hell I do. What for?’

    We took up position at the bar and once I had ordered drinks I looked him in the eye and explained.

    ‘The charming lady I was accompanying tonight was paying me one thousand pounds to do so, along with bedding her at the end of the evening. I don’t get paid until completion, and I’d say it’s a good bet she won’t be taking me home with her tonight after your revealing my sexual preference. Plus, you can probably afford it.’ Thankfully he didn’t argue. He put his hand in his jacket pocket, pulled out his very full wallet and proceeded to count out the required amount in fifty pound notes. Now it was my turn to be speechless. He handed me the cash.

    ‘You will come home with me instead tonight Pieter. We have much to discuss.’ His open leer made my skin crawl. He was now nothing like the cute little groomsman we had all availed ourselves of all those years ago. As I stared at him, my mind went back to that weekend almost four hundred years ago and the moment I slipped my very hard cock into his well lubricated hole – so lubricated that it was running down his legs and he was about as tight as a cows cunt that has just given birth to twin calves – but I fucked him anyway. It was what we were all here for, so that the great and good King James could watch his new toy being passed around his friends and fucked till he could no longer stand. The poor boy was covered in our cum. I was the fifth that night to empty his balls deep in his bruised arse and he was still begging for more. Up came Monty with his ten inch monster – no please or thank you just one slick, firm push and he was buried to the hilt. The boy’s head was thrown back as a scream of surprise, pleasure and pure lust filled the room. Monty pummelled that young cunt for all he was worth leaving the groomsman gasping and exhausted when he finally pulled out after delivering the biggest load of the night into his worn out cunt.

    I returned to the present Michele. ‘How long did it take for your arse to recover from that weekend?’ If looks could kill I would have died a dozen deaths.

    ‘Long enough. At least I needed time to recover unlike you after the Restoration banquet. Remind me, how many men filled your twat that night? I lost count at twelve and the line was still forming when I left. And yet you were walking and sitting as normal the next morning, looking for more cock like a bitch in heat.’

    I decided not to rise to his taunts. I have always been extremely proud of my ability to take as much cock as I want and to suffer no ill effects from it. Since my first incarnation to the present one I have revelled in the feeling of cock after cock ravaging my willing mancunt whilst at the same time being face fucked. Cum is a fuel to me. It provides all the protein and life juice I need to constantly recreate myself. Others of my ilk have their own ways to recharge and re-energise. Spunk is my life-blood – I’m a sort of cum-slut vampire without the teeth! The Restoration banquet is a night I shall remember with – shall we say fondness? – for the rest of my existence. It was an orgy  par excellence. A no holds barred bacchanalian fuck fest that saw me served up on a covered platter to Charles II’s brother – another James but unlike his grandfather and namesake, this one was all man with a body, stamina and tool to satisfy any craving. He had learned and perfected the art of man sex whilst serving in the Royal Navy. Rumour has it, although it has never actually been proven, that when he was appointed Admiral of the Fleet and put in charge of the entire kit and caboodle, he crewed his flagship, The King Charles, affectionately known as the “Jolly Roger”,  only with men who preferred men – a jolly Tar was had by all!

    However, back to the matter at hand. What to do with Michele? I had to decide if I should go home with him to find out what he wants or to I escape with one of the attractive men I had made eye contact with during the evening?

    I decided, reluctantly, that I should stick with Michele. The nape of my neck was prickling and that always meant something big, something important was afoot. The only downside I could see was my having to fuck the arrogant bastards cunt. From what I remember of his sexual preferences, if I am a bottom, he is a total sink-hole. I just hoped he had a plank handy to strap to my back so I didn’t fall in!

    ‘How much longer do you want to stay? Would it be rude of us to leave now do you think?’

    ‘I think we should find someone to accompany us.’ He openly rubbed his hand against my crotch, not caring that many saw him do it. He leaned in and whispered in my ear. ‘Let us search for someone with the stamina and cock of a stallion.’ He continued to boldly manipulate my cock  and balls, his actions inviting either censure or encouragement. Fortunately we caught the eye of a fairly attractive security guard with what looked like a body big enough to make three of me. His bicep was thicker than my thigh and from the obscene tenting at his fly his cock matched his physique.

    Michele led me over to him by my now hard dick and before I could say or do anything to stop him had offered me up to the massive hulk for his use and amusement. He turned to me with a triumphant smile on his face, ‘Let’s see you earn that thousand pounds shall we Pieter?’

    To be continued……

  • Travis, my crush from the 90’s

    I had a huge crush on Travis in my early twenties. He was about my size, but much more attractive with those green eyes, darker skin tone and perfect Roman-like nose. His perfect straight teeth mirrored my own but his smile was flanked with dimples. And he seemed quite nice every time I visited his café.

    I did some recon and found out he and his boyfriend, Amir, owned said café (as well as some other places locally) and that Travis was a bottom. Which was fine for me because, at the time, I was a total top. All this made for great fantasy when I was home alone with ‘myself’ but in reality, I was jealous that Amir got to have that sweet piece of man when he wanted. And, to be fair, Amir was hot himself: tall with those great Arabian features of dark skin, black hair and toned body.

    As the year’s passed, I never got over my fascination with Travis but life tends to move on regardless. I had relationships, of course, but there was also this ‘Travis Thing’ in the back of my mind. Things changed in my life and I moved away for a few years. Eventually I returned to the same area. I was older, wiser, much more brazen and had been taking care of myself more. I had lost weight, built a good deal of muscle and had not only grown hair everywhere it should be as an adult, but started seeing grey in my temples and beard. Over the past couple of months I even noticed, much to my chagrin, a few grey chest hair. That’s life I suppose so I refused to color my hair, but I continued to take care of my skin and work out when possible three to four times a week.

    After a few weeks of moving back, I frequented the area when Travis and Amir had their café. The area had changed a lot but his café was still there. I decided, for nostalgia’s sake, to go in for a sandwich and drink. Walking in I noticed some of it had changed over the years, but they still hired the cute young servers and bar tenders. However, I noticed many of the servers were either too young for me or not as masculine as I like. No matter, I was there for lunch not cruising.

    After the hostess seated me I was looking through the menu when I heard a voice off to my right say ‘Hi I’m Travis and I’ll be helping you out today” For an instant, my mind froze and my heart stopped. Surely this wouldn’t be THE Travis, right? Might be ANOTHER Travis, but not THE Travis I lusted over for years prior?!? I hesitated to look over for what seemed like ten minutes. Where had my brazenness gone? I was old, wiser and more adept at negotiation the, sometimes, delicate dance of gay flirting. But I was immediately taken aback to my early twenties when I was shy, nervous and inexperienced.

    I looked over and there he was: Travis. THE Travis. Starring at me with those green eyes, dark skin, prominent nose, green eyes and dimpled smile.

    “Can I get you something to drink?” he asked.

    “Uh…Yeah. Sorry” I muttered as I looked back down at the menu but not at the drink section.

    “I’ll just take a water with lemon for now” I somehow muttered.

    “I’ll be right back and then I’ll get your order” he said as he moved away.

    What the hell was happening to me? I started to feel hot as my face flushed with blood. I closed my eyes and forced myself to calm down. It wasn’t as if I was trying to hook Travis; I was just there for lunch. Travis was a happy accident, after all. After a couple of minutes I was able to relax myself just in time for Travis to arrive with the water.

    “What can I get ya’?” he asked.

    I ordered a club sandwich with a side salad. As he took my menu I held on to it tight. He looked at me inquisitively.

    “I’m sorry Travis, for earlier. I used to come here a long time ago and I had such an enormous crush on you then…” he smiled. “…and I didn’t expect to see you so when you came to my table…”

    “Oh yeah. I remember you!” he interrupted. ‘You always came in an ordered a Coke and cheese sticks!’ he said. Which was 100% true.

    “Yeah that was me” I replied with a chuckle.

    “I almost didn’t recognize you. You lost some weight and….” he stepped back “…and gained some muscle. You look… so good now. And the grey? I’m loving the grey” he said looking me up and down and smiling. “You have the whole package now…” he said.

    I wasn’t sure if he meant it or was anchoring for a big tip on the bill. I felt my shyness coming back. Travis, THE Travis was complimenting me on my looks? I never thought I’d see the day. But I regained my composure and smiled at him.

    “Well, I’m glad you remembered me! But as I was saying, I was surprised when to came to take my order and, honestly, a little ‘star struck’ since I had a big crush on you back in the day. And, in the interest of full disclosure, you still look amazing.” I truthfully admitted.

    He blushed. Did I just make Travis blush? Look, I know you don’t know him from Adam, and he might not be ‘all that’ to you, but to me, Travis was something truly special to me. At least what little I knew of him. He could be a mass murderer and I didn’t know, but for then, and now, Travis was THE man for me.

    “Well thank you so much…..?” he paused waiting for my name.

    “Mike. I’m Mike.” I said sticking my hand out for a shake. Travis put the menu on the table, grabbed my hand with one hand and placed the other on my shoulder and squeezed. “It’s truly my pleasure to meet you” he said as his green eyes pierced my soul. “Let me get your order in and I’ll be right back” he said. Right back?

    Less than a minute later Travis arrived and pulled up a chair to the table. “So, Mr. Mike, why haven’t I seen you for so many years? And why didn’t you tell me about your crush?” he asked as he leaned in making himself comfortable at my table.

    I told him the abridged story: how I moved for better weather but experience worse people and worse jobs so I came back where the people were nicer and the job market better. He asked why I didn’t say anything to him about my crush on him to which I replied “Amir”.

    “Oh yeah. I guess that’s right I was with him then” he said looking down. Was? Then? What did that mean exactly? I didn’t want to pry in to his personal life, but something in me forced me.

    “You guys still together?” I asked taking a drink of water.

    “No, we broke up a couple years back. Bastard was cheating on my for years!” he replied. My mind spun. Why would anyone cheat on such a sexy little guy like Travis?!? So I asked, rather bluntly, “I’m sorry to hear that – I’ve been there too. But, for the life of me, I don’t know why anyone would do that to you. You’re sexy, nice, successful…. Just doesn’t make any sense!”

    “Well, I guess some people think the grass is always greener on the other side” he said in such a defeated manner.

    “ Well, obviously he’s a moron” I exclaimed. Travis looked at me and smiled. “Thanks for that. Actually, once you hit forty, you fall out of favor in this community and/or, those once available aren’t any longer. Once you hit forty you’ll understand if you’re not taken” he continued.

    “Are you trying for a big tip?” I asked with a chuckle, as I was well over forty.

    “Always!” he replied with a smile. “But what do you mean?” he asked.

    “When I hit forty…? You know I’m forty-five right?” I admitted.

    “Fuck me! You’re forty-five? I would never have guessed you’re over thirty-five! Seriously!” he exclaimed.

    “Well bless your heart. Sexy and naïve.” I said with a grin.

    “I don’t know about sexy, but naïve is one thing I’m not” he replied with a smirk. “Let me check on your order” he said as he strolled towards the back. Obviously he was toying with me. Not that it was a bad thing – it was kinda’ nice to have someone stroke my ego like this. Especially since I got nothing of the kind in the past decade where I lived prior.

    A couple of drinks of my water, Travis returned with my lunch. “It’s on me” he said as he placed it on the table.

    “No that’s not necessary” I said.

    “Well, maybe, then, I’ll leave this for you” he said as he scribbled something down on a napkin. It was a phone number.

    “What’s this?” I asked stupidly.

    “My number, cutie. I get off at ten. Maybe if you want a drink later or something?” he said as he walked away with shit eating grin. I pocketed the napkin with special care, and finished my lunch. Travis never came back to the table, instead some twink named Jonny finished up my meal and brought me the check.

    “Is, uh, Travis available?” I asked Jonny.

    “No. He had to go to Space Bar” he said.

    “Space Bar?” I asked.

    “Yeah. His other bar” Jonny said as a matter of fact.

    I returned home with a filled belly but empty heart. My most recent crush – that I was not only able to run in to but actually remembered me AND seemed to be in to me – slipped through my fingers. Was it fake or a cosmic joke? I pondered about what I should do for hours. Eventually my heart, and libido, won out and I pulled out my phone and shot off a text to the number Travis provided.

    Three to four hours later, my phone binged and I looked over to see a text from Travis. He said, paraphrased, he’s be free around midnight if I wanted to meet him at Space Bar. I agreed, but had to Google it to see where it was if I’m honest.

    I arrived around midnight and ten to fifteen minutes after Travis walked out the front door and waived. He looked so good, as this was the first time I got to see his whole body since I crushed on him a decade or so ago. Sure, we took my order and brought me my food earlier, but that was, at best, a shoulder’s up affair. But now, I got the whole view. And I loved it! He still had his short stature, wide shoulders, narrow waist….it all worked together when you factored in his smile, dimples and perfect teeth. I returned an ear-to-ear smile as my dick stirred in my pants, offering its own smile.

    “Hey there!” I said raising my hand. Smooth, I thought to myself, with a sense of sarcasm. It was verified when Travis laughed and said “Coooool maaaannnnn!”

    “Ah I’m just messing with ya’” he reassured me with a hand on my shoulder. “You live close?” he asked.

    “About fifteen…maybe twenty minutes” I replied.

    “Cool. I’ll follow you” he said as he walked past me towards a car in the parking lot. Okay I thought to myself, as I turned on my heals and walked towards my car. I pulled my car next to him and rolled down my window. “Ready” I asked. He smiled and shook his head yes. “Ok then. Follow me!” And he did.

    Several minutes later we arrived and walked in to my apartment. “Nice place” he said as he looked around making his way to the bar area. “Have anything to drink?” he asked. I admit I was taken aback my his forwardness but I only really knew him from a distance from a decade ago so maybe this was his personality?

    I grabbed some glasses and poured some water, which we drank as we talked. Travis wasn’t as bold as he seemed. He was nervous and, as he put it, out of practice as he’s not been out with anyone in the past ten months since his break up.

    “Are you serious!?” I asked with disbelief.

    “One hundred percent” he affirmed.

    “You must be picky. I imagine you’d have tons of people after you!” I admitted.

    “No not really. No one in the winds I mean. I am picky though. You have to be these days.” he said. “Don’t get me wrong – I love to get my rocks off – but after a while, it’s less stress to do that yourself…”

    “And much more reliable!” I interrupted, to which he laughed a full bellied laugh.

    “Oh god that felt good – to laugh again. I don’t do that as much anymore. I have to work both bars myself since Amir left and I’m not getting any younger. I’d love to find someone again. Yeah I’ve whored around a time or two since he left, but mostly, I’m looking for someone who wants to be with me, not just do me!” he admitted. I saw a softer, more vulnerable side of Travis. I didn’t like seeing him like this. I walked behind him and started to rub his shoulders.

    “Mmmmm. That feels great!” he said as he closed his eyes and hung his head. Part of me was struck by how his body felt: firm and sexy yet mildly coy. Another part of me went out to him emotionally. The Travis I knew was sexy and hurt at the same time. I was part sad and turned on – a very unique position to be in, to say the least.

    “Want to watch some mind numbing TV?” I asked as I started to pull away.

    Travis grabbed my arm. “No” He stood up. “I’d rather do this” he said as he grabbed me and kissed me. I was shocked to be honest. I wanted this more than anything tonight but his mannerisms at the time led me to believe it wasn’t going to happen. He pulled me closer to him and even though he had worked several hours at a bar, he smelled quite nice. I allowed his tongue and lips to explore me.

    I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his head back away from me. His eyes looked surprised as I studied his face. His green eyes sparkled with passion and sadness at the same time. His stubbled was a day or so old and colored his already warm skinned face darker. I could feel his breath escaping his mouth quickly, smelling of spearmint, which was a welcomed surprise.

    I latched myself to his neck and the writhed in pleasure, crying out my name a few times as I sucked on his neck like a starving vampire. He ran his fingers through my hair and trying to pull me away.

    “No marks!” he pleaded but the more he pulled the more I resisted. Finally I relented and released his tortured neck, which was now glowing flushed with blood.

    “Sorry” I said. “I’ve been wanting to do that for so many years.” He looked towards my bedroom.

    “Can we go in there?” he asked.

    “You sure you want to do this?” I asked.

    “Absolutely. I need it” he pleaded.

    We left a trail of clothes down the hallway and by the time we reached the bedroom we were both naked. He pushed me down on to the bed in a seated position allowing me to wrap my arms around his torso. My lips explored his shaven chest. I normally don’t like guys shave – trimmed is fine but I want a man and men grow hair. But with Travis, I didn’t much care either way. Simply knowing he could grow a chest full of hair, feeling its few day’s growth of stubble suited me just fine.

    I found his nipple quickly, as they were larger than I would have guessed based on his size of 5’10 or so. I licked it, bit it, sucked it, did everything I could think of, until he fell towards me, moaning like a stuck pig. I ran my hands up and down his back and was surprised by how firm he was.

    A few minutes in, he pulled me up to him from the bed and ran his hands through my chest hair. “What do you want to do now?” he asked.

    “What do you have in mind?” knowing, historically, he was a bottom. I graduated from a total top to a versatile top as I grew older. I won’t let just anyone fuck me. Fact is, less than five guys have had their dicks in side my hole. The last one was about eight years prior.

    “I want to fuck you” he answered.

    What did he just say? “What!?!” I asked.

    “You heard me. I want to fuck that tight, hairy, been-lusting-for-me ass right here, right now!” he growled. “I have protection.” He guaranteed.

    Even before I started to bottom, I had wish Travis would have topped me. Fantasies and all that. But now, the man himself was offering to fulfill my dreams.

    I pushed myself back on the bed, my cock hard and dripping precum like a broken faucet. I could see Travis standing in front of me nude. His cock sticking straight out. He wasn’t exceptionally long, but decently thick. Not as big as me – I’ve been complimented on size and technique throughout the years – but it didn’t matter. I wouldn’t be using it much as I would be being used.

    Travis slowly stroked his cock as he watched my dick throb with everyone of my heart beats, which was frequent. I tried to remain ‘cool’ but I was so excited that I worried about how long I’d last during the deed. I watched Travis kneel down as he used his hands to push the back of my legs back, exposing my hairy ass. His head disappeared and seconds later I felt his warm tongue on my tight hole.

    Heavenly pleasure filled my entire body as he worked my hole, prepping it for the inevitable. Everything from my curled toes up my spin to my messed up hair felt incredible – like hundreds of fireworks going off simultaneously within me. I laid my head back and enjoyed the sensation.

    Travis pulled off of me and rose up, straddling me and knee walking over my chest to my face, hard dick pointing straight at me. I felt his balls drag up my stomach until that dick head was right between my eyes. The smell of cologne I experience earlier was replaced with the smell of ball sweet and musk. Not really my thing normally but for Travis, I would make just about any exception.

    I lifted my head as he guided his dick to my mouth. I lifted my head and licked his head before taking him in my mouth in one fell swoop. He gasped as I shoved his dick down my throat until all I could smell is his pubic hair shoved in my nose. He grabbed the back of my head, pull his dick out and plunged it back down my throat. I picked up his rhythm quickly as he face fucked me.

    All too soon, he pulled out of my mouth with a sloppy pop, spit stringing from his throat soaked cock down my chin to my chest hair. He knee walked himself back, bent over and pulled up a rubber and lube from his pants pocket. I instinctively pulled my legs back to my chest and waited. Has this guy ever used a rubber before? It seemed like it took him forever but it was only seconds. Anticipation I suppose.

    I raised my head to see him lubing up his cock. I lowered my head back as I felt the cold lube on my hole. I waited. Then I felt the tell-tale feeling of a dick head on my hole. His head slid in my hole with little resistance at first, then he hit the ‘eight year wall’.

    “It’s been a while – you’re gonna’ have to push hard!” I said.

    He obliged. He pushed in hard a fully, burying his meat deep in to my guts. I felt splitting pain at first, but after the second thrust he had worked out all my defensives and pain was replaced with pleasure. More pleasure than I’ve even felt with any other top.

    “God YES!” I growled. “Give it to me Travis. All of it. Fuck ME!” I yelled. I’ve never been that verbal with any one else, top or bottom.

    Travis picked up speed quickly and became a human jackhammer. He pounded my hole like no one else ever has. We started missionary, then pulled out, turned me over on my knees and slammed into me again. I felt a similar yet different feeling as his cock spread my hole even more. My cock was pressed up against the bedsheets and, because of his pounding, worked up a lather of precum. I had to push myself up off of the bed some to prevent shooting my own load.

    Before I could say anything other than moans and other noises, he pulled out. The void he left in my ass was noticeable as I wondered what was next. For a top, that can be an unbecoming feeling, the not being in charge. He smacked my hairy ass and said “Turn over, Mr Mikey”. I spun over in one quick motion ready for more.

    Before I could even reach up and pull my legs back, Travis had slammed back into my worked over hole. He bent me in half so much, I could barely breath. I could feel his balls hitting my ass. I wrapped my legs around his waist to hold on and grabbed at his chest, which was flexed in passion. I could feel his heart beat I couldn’t tell if his heart was beating faster than his hips were fucking me or not.

    “I’m gonna blow baby!” he said. Which was all I needed to hear. I unloaded my contents of my vas deferens on my hairy belly and chest. Each shot seemed to be timed with each thrust. I thought I was gonna’ pass out for a couple of seconds. He pulled out, ripped off the rubber, tossing it to the side, grabbed his cock and without even a single stroke let loose his seed with a scream. I tried to watch his monster release itself – and I saw a great deal of it. But I was convulsing so much from my own explosion – while dealing with the void he left in my ass – I’m sure I missed some of it.

    As I laid there covered in cum, my long term crush motionless above me, I felt like everything was right with the world. Travis dropped next to me, his dick now aloud to swing free, still drooling cum from its slit, we looked at each other, each knowing we both needed this . Bad.

    Minutes later, we were cleaned up. Travis spent the night that night. And the next three nights. We fucked in every position possible.

    It’s been three years since that night. Travis now spends every night with me. And now, instead of fucking, we make love. Well, most of the time. Sometimes we sill each need a quick fuck between ourselves. I never imagined a happy ending, story book ending with my crush. But I’m not questioning anything with Travis by my side.

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  • The Specialty of the House

    I work at a diner, waiting tables, after my classes, from 4:00 in the afternoon till closing time at 10:00 pm. The money gives me this extra income which I can use to pamper myself, since my college tuition is covered by scholarship.

    Jason prepares the food in the kitchen, and Sandy minds the register. Most evenings, Randy, the owner drops by for a coffee around 6 or 7 o’clock and checks out the business. All in all, it is a pleasant atmosphere and I like working with Jason and Sandy. Actually, it’s Jason the cook that I am hot for. He is hot.

    What I like about Jason is his dark skin, mine is milky white, his green eyes, mine are black, his kinky hair, mine is straight, and his lean body, mine is also lean but not muscled. He is a couple of inches taller than me and he has a killer smile with the whitest and straightest teeth I have ever seen.

    I am gay, but not out yet. I have had a few experiences, mostly blowjobs, but as far as real gay relationships are concerned, I am still green. Jason is about my age and goes to the same school but in a different major. We rarely see each other on campus, but I look forward to seeing him in the diner every day. I always come up with excuses to go into the kitchen and try to get closer to him. He is quite nice and he strikes me as a positive person who doesn’t get mad easily, except when it comes to disgruntled customers.

    One such customer, perhaps the worst, is this lady who has been in the diner a few times. Every time, there is something for her to complain about: the coffee is not hot enough, the salt shaker is half-empty, there are only two napkins in the napkin holder, just about anything and everything that she can find, or sometimes makes up, she complains.

    This evening, she walks in at around 6:30 and orders a burger with fries, and “hold the onion.” I take the order in to Jason and return to ask her if she would like some coffee.

    “Do you need to ask, young man?” she says with a sarcastic tone and pouting, red-painted lips. “Don’t I always take coffee with my meals?” I hate it when people say what they need to say in questions. Couldn’t the bitch have easily said, “Yes, please”?

    I pour her the coffee and return to pick up the burger plate from the kitchen. I notice that Sandy is amused at my discomfort. When I serve the plate and start to move away, the bitch says, “Hold on, young man!” Fuck her and her “young man” stuff. Now what?

    She lifts the top part of the bun, and, sure enough, there are two thick rounds of onion right there on the meat. My heart skips a beat. Fuck you, Jason. What have you done?

    She looks up at me with a frown, and then back at the burger. “And what’s this?” she asks bitingly. I clear my throat ready to say something, but she immediately continues: “What part of ‘hold the onion’ did you not understand, young man?”

    The part that I would love to fuck your bitch mouth with my thick cock, I think. Not really. I wouldn’t feed her my dick for the whole fucking world.

    “I’m sorry, ma’am,” I say apologetically. “Let me get you another one. My bad.”

    “Your bad, young man?” Oh, fuck her and her questions. “Are you going to make it quick now?”

    I take the plate and go into the kitchen, seething.

    “What the fuck, Jase,” I shout at Jason. “I marked the order without the onion, and now the bitch is complaining about the fucking onion.”

    Jason smiles his killer smile, takes the plate, removes the onion and gives it back to me with a wink.

    “You could have done that at the counter, Mikey. Don’t be so mad.”

    “Buddy, it’s not you, it’s her. The bitch! I can strangle her dead.”

    I take the plate and place it in front of her, making it a point to move away and disappear from sight as fast as I can. From behind the counter, I notice the bitch take a bite and chew on the food. Good. I am relieved. Suddenly, her hand shoots up. Oh, fuck me!

    I walk over. “Yes, ma’am?”

    “Do you think I am stupid or have no taste?” she asks. I think she is both. But I stand there silently waiting for the next question. “Don’t you think I can still taste the onion? Did you just remove the onion and bring back the same burger? Is this how you treat your customers?  Shouldn’t you take this back to your lousy kitchen and lousy chef and make him prepare a fresh burger without onion?”

    Oh, I hate her with a vengeance. Her painted face, her painted lips, her painted hair, she has probably painted her pussy, the cunt!

    “Jason, you asshole,” I say angrily as I enter the kitchen with the burger lacking one bite. “She tasted the onion, the bitch!”

    Jason laughs. “Ok, bro, I’ll make her another with my very special garnish added.”

    “Fuck! What do you have in mind? I’m sick of returning the bitch’s plate.”

    “Watch this,” he smiles. Into the meat patty, Jason unabashedly spits a glob, and places the patty on the grill. “Let’s see if she can taste this,” he says laughingly.

    “Oh, man,” I complain. “This is so juvenile. I’m going to be dead for sure.”

    I serve the burger. My heart pounds in my chest. The bitch gobbles the sandwich and smacks her painted slut-lips. I release a sigh of relief. Back in the kitchen, I find Jason with the same affable, cute smile on his face. “Well?” he inquires.

    “She is digesting the spit as we speak.” I cannot help myself from snickering although I still think this is gross.

    “Next time,” Jason says between snickers, “I have something more special for her.”

    “What now? More spit?”

    “Oh, no,” his smile widens, and I could kiss him on the mouth for being so fucking cute. But he grabs his crotch and says, “I’ll garnish her meat with the juice of my meat.”

    “You’re going to pee in her food?” I ask incredulously. “Jesus, Jason, you are one sick guy. She’s going to taste the urine, man.”

    “Not pee, baby,” he rubs his dick. “Meat juice, as in my jizz, my load.”

    Fuck! I can’t believe what I am hearing. “You are going to ejaculate sperm into the meat,” I say with my eyes wide open, internally wishing that he would ejaculate in my mouth instead. “You are going to jerk off over the meat.” Also I internally wish I could jerk him off myself. This conversation sounds so unreal that I marvel at whether I have heard Jason’s proposition correctly or not. I shake my head at him, a lost cause, and I walk back into the diner, almost sure that Jason has been kidding. Nevertheless, the thoughts of his cum and his masturbating dick make me horny as hell.

    But can it be real? What Jason wants to do? This, in a sick way, has turned me on. I can see Jason’s hard cock on top of the meat, spewing sperm all over. Jesus H. Christ. I am already erected. My cock throbs at the prospect. I tell Sandra that I need a few minutes to visit the toilet and I masturbate to the image of me jerking off Jason’s dick and milking his load onto the food. The load I shoot in the john is intense.

    I step out of the diner, spent, and light a cigarette. I can’t take the image of Jason’s cock shooting semen into my palm and seeping onto the burger meat out of my mind. And although the load I have shot has been huge, I maintain a semi-erection.

    Jason joins me a couple of minutes later and I make sure to stay away from the proposal he has made. He doesn’t mention it either.

    At ten o’clock, we close up, and Sandy says goodnight after she finishes balancing her register. I start on the diner clean-up, and Jason moves to work on cleaning up the kitchen. By eleven we are both done. I brew a fresh pot of coffee and call for Jason to come and get it. This has become a welcome ritual after we finish our chores. We sit around the hot pot of coffee and share stories and experiences. I love this break with Jason.

    Out of the blue, as we sip on the hot coffee, I say, “I’m going to try it.”

    “Huh?” Jason looks at me questioningly. “Try what, Mike?”

    “I’m going to try mixing semen with burger meat,” I declare unflinchingly. Why I have come up with this, I have no idea.

    “And you are calling me sick?” Jason smiles. “You’re not serious, buddy, are you?”

    “Not for the bitch,” I explain, still gazing into his eyes and loving his smile. “For me. I want to see if it makes any difference in the taste.”

    “Are you telling me that you are going to eat your own cum?”

    “As if you haven’t,” I challenge.

    We all have tasted our jizz at one time or another. Jason doesn’t know it yet, but I have swallowed other guys’ loads a few times as well.

    I can see that Jason has blushed a little. “Well, Mike, yea, but in the meat?”

    “We wouldn’t know unless we try, would we?” Suddenly the image of Jason’s dick over the meat jumps vividly into my imagination and my cock hardens.

    Jason considers this silently for a while. “I can do with a burger now, Mikey,” he finally looks up at me and says with his cute smile.

    We rush to the kitchen. Jason takes out two patties from the fridge. “Whip it out and shoot,” he jokes. He is already rubbing his crotch. “But I need to get a hard-on.”

    I drop my pants and my dick jumps out fully erect.

    “Whoa,” Jason exclaims as he looks at my hard cock. “You are turned on by all of this, bro, aren’t you?”

    “So, are we going to do it?” I spit into my palm and stroke my cut cock slowly.

    “Fuck. Let’s!”

    Jason pulls down his pants and underwear and grabs his limp dick. I can tell that he is fairly hung, even soft. A delicious thick patch of pubic hair curls around the base of the cock. He strokes but doesn’t get hard. He looks at me and shrugs as if to say there is nothing he can do.

    Without saying a word, I approach him, kneel in front of him, and take his limp dick into my mouth. As I swallow the soft meat I can feel it start to erect. I suck hard and deep. It takes a few slurps for his dick to erect in my mouth and now I find it difficult to drive down all the way to the base. The cock is big and thick. My mind reels. I’m sucking on Jason’s cock. The images I have had of this cock are nothing compared to the real thing. Jason is moaning and pumping my mouth.

    “Fuck, Mike,” he moans. “Suck my dick. Yes, fuck, oh, yes. Eat it, buddy.” He is really fucking my face now, deep into my throat as I struggle to fight the gagging back. He tastes so wonderfully that I can’t bear to let go of him. I am surprised by his response, pumping into my mouth and fondling my hair. Can it be possible that Jason is gay also? Or at least bisexual? I reel at the thought and the potential prospects.

    “Fuck the meat, Mike,” he groans as I feel his cock thicken in my mouth. “I’m shooting into you, man.” And with this, Jason lets go of a huge load down my throat. He cums loudly. Squirting inside my pursed lips, he almost screams with the release of his semen. I do my best to swallow the squirting jizz, salty, sticky and deliciously Jason.

    Finally, he settles and pulls out, his dick getting limp but glistening with cum and spit. I give my dick a couple of strokes and shoot all over the floor.

    “There goes our garnish, Mikey,” Jason laughs, tucking his cock inside his jeans.

    “Oh, man, that was intense,” I pant as the final spasms of my ejaculation recede and I taste Jason’s juice on my tongue.

    “Mike, you just sucked my dick and ate my semen,” Jason declares, still smiling. Oh, I could die for this smile.

    “And you seem to have loved it,” I counter, rising off the floor and wiping my dick with a kitchen paper towel. Strangely enough, I am not embarrassed by having had to kneel between Jason’s legs and suck on his tool and eat his semen. It feels so natural.

    “I did, buddy,” he agrees. “I have never thought I would see my dick in another guy’s mouth. But, yes, Mike, I loved it. Are you gay?”

    I nod my head.

    “Well, I am not,” Jason responds. “But the way I have enjoyed your blowjob, I am willing to try. Let’s say I’m curious?” he suggests.

    “I can’t make you gay or make you have sex with me, Jase,” I tell him. “But I am more than willing to have you share my bed tonight if this is how you feel. Out of curiosity?”

    Hope against hope, I am praying, dear sweet Jesus, let him say yes!

    “I guess it would have to be you, wouldn’t it, if I ever want to find out about my curiosity?”

    I let out a breath and I regard this supposedly-straight guy with lust. I want him more than I have ever wanted any other guy. I can accept the fact that he still considers himself straight and that he is doing this out of curiosity. I am also flattered that he has decided to choose me for his experimentation into gay sex. But I am careful not to try anything too gay-ish with him, like kissing or hugging, right from the beginning. Once I have him in bed, I can make him go all the way with me. Yes, I will.

    So it comes to pass that Jason will spend the night in my place. The feelings I have are indescribable. We close up the diner and walk the short distance to the small apartment I have rented some six months before. I am dying with anticipation. I sense that the easy-going Jason I have known and loved is not that easy going anymore. I sense that Jason is probably having second thoughts and I dread the prospect. The short walk to the apartment seems endless. I start to sweat in spite of the cold breeze. The conversation we hold is stop-and-start banalities of all topics except the one at the top of mind, and I am fairly sure, at the top of Jason’s mind as well.

    I lead Jason into my place. He walks around studying everything except looking at me.

    “Make yourself at home,” I say trying to ease the tension. “Would you like something to drink, Jase?”

    “What have you got?” comes the immediate answer, as if Jason has been waiting for a chance to break the growing tension.

    “Nothing hard, buddy. Soda fine?”

    “Soda fine,” he smiles his cute smile and I take a deep breath of relief.

    Jason follows me to the fridge and as I take out two cans of soda, I can feel the heat emanating from his body. I hand him the soda, we pop our cans open and we take satisfying gulps of cold, sparkling liquid down our parched throats. We are both very nervous: I know I am, and I’m fairly sure that he is too. The air is simply electrified.

    Now, what? Do I touch him? Will he touch me? There is an understanding between us that there will be some sex tonight. But how will it start? With my other partners, it has invariably been a kiss, evolving to body pressing, touching, and grinding. And things would develop naturally from there.

    With Jason, now, I have no idea what to do. I feel so clumsy. I could refer to the blowjob back in the diner, but that might gross him out. He is not being of any help either. Perhaps it’s because he is nervous, also, and his curiosity has never gone further than getting his dick sucked by me a couple of hours ago.

    Finally, we move over to the couch. There is no way I will turn on the television set. That would be an unwelcome distraction and it’s almost midnight, already. I stretch my legs and sigh. He does the same, moving his neck sideways, trying to relax.

    “It’s been a hard day, hasn’t it?” I ask, to start some kind of safe conversation.

    “You don’t know the half of it, Mike,” he grumbles, straining his neck and shoulders. “Trying to work the kitchen alone is hell on wheels. All my muscles ache.”

    This is my cue, I think. I have to start something.

    “I know,” I turn sideways to look at him. “How about a massage?”

    He considers this for a moment, and then he says, “Can I take a quick shower first? Is that ok with you? I stink.”

    “Hey, Jase, sure,” I respond, getting up. “Let me get you a towel.”

    He walks to the bathroom as I quickly grab a clean towel and hand it to him.

    He closes the bathroom door behind him and I can hear him taking a whiz. My heart is racing. He hasn’t said no to the massage, but he hasn’t said yes either. I wish I could go into the shower with him. That would have made everything easier. But I just can’t make myself do it and besides, he hasn’t asked me to join him.

    I strip down to my boxer shorts and stay without a shirt. Perhaps this will work as a turn on for him. Perhaps not. But I need to get things going. I will watch for his reaction when he comes out of the shower, hopefully with just the towel around his waist. I fetch some body-oil, a tube of lubricating gel, and a packet of condoms, the latter two I place inside the side table drawer. I am being very optimistic, aren’t I?

    He emerges. Oh, boy. I am stunned. He has the most beautiful man chest in the whole, wide world. A thick patch of hair in the middle with a delicious trail going south, a few long hairs around the pink nipples, pronounced abs and a flat stomach. The skin is smooth and tanned. I gaze at his body with my lower jaw dropped. I move my eyes down this Adonis-like chest, and yes, he has a fucking erection tenting the towel. I notice that he doesn’t even try hiding his excitement in any way. Perhaps this is how he has thought of introducing the action we have both been evading. This is a sight for sore eyes. All of this is topped by his cute smile. I just melt like jelly. My boxer shorts tent, too, and I don’t try to hide my erection either.

    “Now, about that massage?” he approaches me, and I desperately hope that he would poke me with his erection. But no. he moves to the couch and lies on his stomach, the towel still wrapped around his waist.

    I use some oil on his shoulder muscles and start a slow rubbing. He moans. I can feel him relax. When I move down to his lower back I find it difficult to rub him kneeling by the side of the couch. I climb on top of him and squat across his thighs. My hands move up and down his back until I reach the towel. I skip the attractive bubble butt and slide down to the thighs. I rub the thigh muscles and then move inside into the inner thighs. I grope up and find his butt under the towel and I massage the bubbles feeling their firmness. He is grinding against the couch and I realize that he is totally aroused by now, actually fucking the damned couch.

    I get off him and tell him to roll over. My heart is beating fast as I drip some oil on his chest and stomach and start rubbing up and down. The touch of his skin is electrifying. He places his hands behind his head, revealing two hot, fairly hairy arm pits. Jason doesn’t shave his body hair, unlike me who although I get turned on by my partner’s body hair, I prefer to shave myself smooth all over. My fingers feel the hot skin of his chest as I travel down the trail. His bulging towel is so inviting that I have to fight against the temptation of ripping it away and gobbling on the meat under it.

    I look up at Jason’s face as I move to his thighs and see the cutest smile on his lips as he watches me. My hands are rubbing his thighs, into the insides, up under the towel, almost touching his balls. His dick quivers under the towel. At this point, with another partner, I would slide on top of him and kiss him full on his cute lips as my hard dick presses on his erection. But I don’t dare to do this with Jason, as much I am dying to.

    I know that Jason is straight, but he has admitted that he is also curious. He has enjoyed my sucking his dick. Well? Will he touch me? Will he bring himself to fist another guy’s cock? There is only one way to find out. I get off him and stand right next to him, with my erection almost bursting out of my boxers. He gazes at me, the smile gone, and with one hand reaches over and touches me on my smooth chest.

    Fuck! Shivers run through my whole body at his electrifying touch. I feel like bursting a nut right there and then. He traces his hand down my stomach until he reaches the waist band of my boxers. My cock is throbbing like mad, angling upwards. Without taking his eyes away from my face, he wraps his hand around my erection through the boxers. I inhale audibly and arch my back. Slowly, he inserts his hand through the fly and palms my cock shaft. I almost shoot. After a couple of gentle strokes, he fishes out my throbbing dick through the fly and examines it.

    “Boy,” he exclaims. “You’re hard as a rock.”

    “What the fuck did you expect? You are stroking my cock, Jase.”

    He strokes it a few more times, his other hand fondling my nipples.

    “This is the first time I touch another guy’s erection, let alone stroke it,” he admits, his voice getting husky.

    “Well?” I look down at his sweet masculine face and, in my mind, strongly will him to suck me. How does it feel for him, touching another man sexually for the first time? Although I usually bottom, especially for a hot straight guy like Jason, I now get more excited at the prospect of being serviced by him.

    As if Jason has read my mind, he slowly brings his face to my crotch and flicks the tip of my cut cock head with his tongue. I moan. Holding his head, I thrust forward and he wraps his lips around the mushroom head pressing tightly around the ridge. My cock feels so right inside this hot guy’s mouth. I am hard and throbbing and I want to push deep down his throat, into his stomach. He flicks his tongue around the head a few times still pursing his lips around the ridge. Then he moves away and I sigh with regret.

    Has Jason liked wrapping his mouth around a cock head? Will he stop and leave saying that he has fulfilled his curiosity and that sucking cock is not his thing?

    Jason stands up and removes his towel. He is beautiful and I take a deep breath as I gaze at his hot nakedness. His cock erects vertically with his hairy balls hanging low. I tremble with lust.

    “Take off your boxers, Mike,” he tells me as he stands in front of me with his beautiful body fully exposed. I pull down my boxers shakily.

    “Fuck,” he exclaims as I step out of my underwear and stand up also totally naked, totally excited. “You shave down there, too.”

    He reaches over and runs his hand where my pubic hair has been shaved.

    “Fucking smooth, Mike,” his smile returns. I can’t hold back anymore. I pull him to me and I kiss his sweet mouth. His response is shockingly fast as he opens his lips and inserts his tongue into my mouth.

    Oh, my God! Jason is fucking kissing me, deep, with tongue and all. I press my hardness onto his and we get into a tight embrace. I can’t believe that this is happening. I have hoped for another blowjob, and perhaps for Jason to give me a hand job. But this? Embracing like two lovers, mouths locked, cocks pressing on each other, arms around each other? Fuck me! This is beyond hot. This is sizzling. How far will he go? Will there be any fucking tonight? My ass hole squeezes in anticipation. His cock looks and feels so right for my ass. I crave for him to enter me and fuck me senseless.

    As we kiss in a tight embrace, I feel Jason’s hands running over my butt and down into my crack.

    “You have a very inviting ass, Mikey,” he mumbles between kisses. “It’s as smooth as a woman’s.”

    I break the kissing immediately. Now is my chance. I turn around and bend over the arm of the couch exposing my shaved butt totally to him. He kneels behind me, opens my butt cheeks with both hands and proceeds to lick inside the shaved crack. My hole twitches and puckers like crazy at the feel of his wet tongue.

    A short while later, I feel Jason’s cock rubbing up and down my crack. Oh, my God. He is going to fuck. Oh, yes. He holds my hips and drives in. I have totally forgotten about the safety of the condom and the lubing to ease the pain. His initial thrust is right at my hole and his spit helps him to penetrate. He moans and drives harder, stretching me.

    I realize with a start that as a straight guy Jason probably knows very little about anal fucking and the preparations needed for it. But I will not stop the moment. I clench my teeth and take the pain, waiting for it to turn to pleasure. Jason doesn’t wait, however. He just has no experience in fucking ass. He starts hard, deep thrusting without letting my fuck hole get to accommodate to his invading cock. I take it silently. Slowly, as my rim starts to get numb from the invasion, I start to move back onto him to meet his thrusts. He fills me. He is going wild. His grunts and moans are loud and in sync with his pumping. Suddenly, he stills and I feel the spill of his semen inside me.

    Finally, Jason pulls out of me and I slump weekly over the couch, the semen seeping out of my body and onto my thighs.

    “Holy fucking cow,” Jason pants, his dick dripping. “Mike, oh, man, buddy, this was the most intense fuck I have ever experienced.”

    “Jason, you fucked me raw and shot your load inside me,” I whimper still shaking from the intensity of his fucking. “That was stupid.” I can’t believe I let this happen.

    He tells me in a serious tone, “You have nothing to worry about, Mike. I am clean and fucking you has gone way beyond my imagination. Will you be my lover? Mikey? I’m serious.”

    I gaze into his green eyes. I can tell that he is serious.

    “One fuck out of curiosity and you ask for a serious gay relationship?” I ask him. I have to be sure. This should not be an after-fucking proposal.

    He nods his head and kisses me. “Let’s shower together. I can see you still have full balls.”

    I look down and notice my erection. He is right. In the heat of the fucking and my concern for the bareback load emptied inside me, I have not considered my own state of excitement. My dick quivers at the shower request.

    Under the hot water, we kiss. Jason erects against me and I can feel his heat on my body. I silently calculate: this is his third erection tonight. What a stud!

    Slowly, achingly, he moves his lips down my neck, my shaved chest and flat stomach, to reach my vertically erected cock. He wraps his mouth around the head. I turn off the water and look down to watch this extremely handsome supposedly-straight guy going down on me. His wet hair drips onto my groin as he swallows my cock shaft. Although I have been sucked before, this is a new experience for me. It is not the actual sucking that is turning me on so much, but the realization of this specific guy is swallowing my dick. I explode in his mouth without warning. He gobbles, coughs, spits, and swears.

    “What the fuck?” he looks up at me from his kneeling position, his mouth dripping water and cum.

    “I couldn’t hold back, Jason. I am sorry,” I apologize although I am quivering with the after-sensations of shooting my load inside his beautiful mouth.

    Jason realizes that I am not sorry at all and he slaps my butt, still kneeling in front of me. Then, to my utter surprise, he takes my dripping semi-erect cock back into his mouth and sucks the last drops of cum. He licks around the head squeezing my balls, and his hand moves from my butt cheek into my crack. He fingers me, still sucking on my semi-erect dick, and I moan in response arching my back to shove more of my dick into his loving mouth.

    Then he turns me around, making me lean on the wall, and lifting one of my legs. He aligns himself behind me and enters my fuck hole. He shoves up and his entire manhood is back inside me. My ass is sore and it burns as hell, but I don’t complain. Thankfully, his cock shaft and my ass hole are both soapy and slippery.

    Jason’s fucking starts gently, but very soon becomes heated and rough. He pulls on my hair as he pounds up into my ass. I try my best not to slip on the floor of the shower, out of the weakness of the one leg supporting me and out of the heat of my body as his cock invades me deeper and deeper, slamming into me, ramming me. When he shoots inside me, he cries out with each squirt of his manhood driven deep into my willing body. After a few squirts, which I feel reaching deep into my bowels, he stills and flexes, letting go of my leg. As I stand leaning on the wall weakly, he wraps his arms around me and grinds against my butt, still deep inside my ass. Semen seeps out of my hole and I shake all over. Finally, we break and his beautiful cock slips out of me. My rim muscle puckers in regret at the loss of this fantastically beautiful fuck pole.

    After soaping each other and washing off, we towel each other dry. I am astonished at the gentleness Jason treats me after the rough fucking he has given me moments ago.

    Back in the living room, towels around our waists, just-fucked expressions on our faces, we lounge on the couch side by side.

    “Mike, I think that my curiosity has changed,” Jason says in such a low voice that I could barely hear.

    My heart races. “I’d love for you to be my lover, Jason,” I respond encouragingly.

    “But fuck it, man,” he is still complaining. “I’m not gay!”

    “Yes, you are, baby,” I laugh. “You sucked my dick and fucked my man ass. If you don’t call this gay, I wonder what gay is.”

    “You bastard,” he smiles his cute smile. “You lured me into this. You gave me such a fantastic blowjob back in the diner and brought me here with sex on your mind.”

    “That I did, Jase,” I smile back. “I surely wanted to get into your pants. I have wanted this since we met. Now I have you, my gay lover.”

    He bends across and kisses me, fondling my nipple with his finger. I know that he is trying to get comfortable with his new sexual status. I also know that it can’t be easy for him to do so. But I am so glad that it has been me to draw him out. Do I see regret, fear, anticipation, or passion on his face?

    I study the expression in his eyes after he breaks away from the kissing and fondling. What I see, most clearly, is fear mixed with passion.

    I wrap my arm around his shoulders. “What are you afraid of, Jase?” I ask him, looking straight into his green eyes.

    “I’m not afraid of anything,” he says defensively, but, I think, a bit weakly.

    “Come on, buddy,” I insist. “You look like a scared rabbit to me.”

    “Do I fuck like one, too?” he tries to joke his way out of the corner I have put him in.

    “You fuck beautifully, Jason,” I am serious. “I love the way you fuck. But you are scared. Of what?”

    He looks down at his lap. And then slowly, he slides his hand under my towel and fondles my limp dick, gently.

    “Why is it that a guy should enjoy the sex of another guy?” he mumbles, squeezing on my cock, which is now starting to show some interest. “How can this be normal?”

    Ok, the usual straight-people condemnation of homosexuality.

    “What is normal is how you feel and desire without hurting others. Do you think that by fucking me you are hurting me or yourself?”

    “Judging by your moans and groans, Mikey, baby,” his smile comes back, “I’d say you were sort of enjoying it. The thing is that I have enjoyed sucking your dick. Mike,” he continues in a more serious tone, “I have sucked a guy’s cock.”

    “And it was lovely,” I try to be flippant but I realize that I should meet his seriousness. Otherwise I will put him off. “That’s my point, Jason. You gave and received something pleasurable. Gayness is just a label. Are you scared of other people knowing about this?’

    “Well,” he hesitates for an instant, “yes. I don’t want other people to think of me as a fag.”

    “Then don’t tell them. It’s no one’s business, baby. Do you advertize your age, or how much money you make, or how often you jerk off? This is the same thing.”

    I can see his relaxation at my explanation. He fondles my balls and keeps looking at me. “Does that mean that since I am now gay, you get to fuck me also?”

    As I have said before, I am usually a bottom. I really enjoy another guy’s cock in my mouth and inside my body. I am satisfied in gratifying my partner even when sometimes my “top” doesn’t react to my own sexual needs. However, with Jason, it’s different. The beginning of love? It looks like it. So I come out and say it.

    “Jason, I’m beginning to fall in love with you,” I start lamely. “Hold on for a sec. I’m not turning all mushy on you. Please, understand me. If you feel you want me to fuck you, I will enjoy that immensely but only if you do so also. Being gay doesn’t mean that you have to constantly have a cock shoved up your ass.”

    I slide my hand under his balls and rub the area between the balls and his crack. He bucks up giving me more access, and his breathing quickens.

    “Oh, man,” he moans. “I want you to fuck me, Mike.”

    With this I realize that Jason has been able to break through all his inhibitions. I push him down on his back onto the couch and lie on top of him. I am already on fire, but when I look at his eyes, I still see the fear, although now it is mixed with lust. I rub my finger into his crack, massaging his hole. He tenses as soon as I try to insert the tip of my finger inside, and I withdraw, maintaining the rubbing. I reach for some lube and apply it inside his crack as we kiss. My body presses on him and he feels so delicious under me, waiting to be fucked for the first time.

    “Do you really want this, Jason?” I ask him after I try to probe inside his hole with my finger and he tenses again.

    “I don’t know, Mike,” he hesitates.

    I probe again. This time, his hole sucks the tip of my lubed finger inside and squeezes on it.

    “Hurting?” I whisper as I nibble on his ear.

    “No, oh, fuck,” he moans, “fuck, fuck, push some more.” He squeezes harder on my finger as I turn it around, trying to stretch his rim muscle. “Please, Mike, do me, baby, fuck me,” he starts to plead as he responds to my finger fucking.

    However, I am a bit concerned about the fucking because my dick, although shorter than average, around 6 inches long, is quite thick. My cock shaft is an ass stretcher. This has not been much of a problem yet since my partners have been more interested in my butt, not my dick. But with Jason? And he is a virgin. Fuck! This will hurt him like hell.

    I try to be as gentle as I can, but Jason is not helping. He is extremely insistent and passionate about the fucking part as if he is trying to prove something to himself, or to me. Fine. I let him have it. My heart goes out with his screams as I penetrate and thrust into him. But I have to give it to him. Not once does he beg me to pull out. With every scream, he meets my thrust with bucking onto my tool to get more of it inside him. I am hopelessly turned on by such passion and I squirt tons of semen inside him. When I finally pull out, I can see tears on his face cheeks that I haven’t noticed when I have been occupied with pounding his ass.

    “Thank you,” he mumbles when I crumble next to him, all spent. “Thank you, Mike. that was really something.”

    I look at him incredulously and ask him, “You mean you didn’t hurt?”

    “I sure as fuck did, you fat-dick bastard,” he responds, the cute smile returning to his hot face. “I think you split my ass in half. But you know? I actually liked it. And, yes,” he adds as if it is an afterthought, “Mike, I want to be your lover.”

    I draw in a breath of relief. This is my dream man. This is who I want to have in my bed every night forever. We kiss, passionately, and get aroused again. This time his pounding into my ass is merciless. By the time he ejaculates inside me, I am almost unconscious.

    Jason and I are still together. We fuck, taking turns, depending on what each of us is craving for the most. The sex is always intense, but the relationship is very gentle and considerate. No one has caught onto our relationship so far, and I do my best to keep it this way. I wouldn’t want to advertise my love since my lover will be hurt by that. I am willing to keep it just between the two us and it is working fine.

    We do mix both of our semen in the hamburger patty for the obnoxious lady. She smacks her lips and declares, for the first time that we experience, that this is the tastiest hamburger she has ever had. Jason and I exchange smiles as we both know that there is a lot of that special sauce for our dear lady: four full nuts of sauce, the specialty of the house.

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  • Neighborhood Run

    Hey everyone!

    I’ve got a huge athletic jockstrap fetish. I wrote one of my fantasies into a story.

    This is my first time writing, so I’d love to hear any feedback.

    If the story seems to make y’all happy, I have a vault of fantasies, so maybe I can make writing them into stories a regular thing.

    Enjoy!

    I love everything about LA, except the blistering hot summers.

    Today was one of the hottest days of the season and I foolishly decided to go on a two hour run at noon. Whose idea was it for me to train for a marathon?

    I didn’t plan my route very well. At the end of my run, I ended up ten streets away from my home.

    I had never felt so exhausted; I was nauseous, couldn’t feel my quads, and was in desperate need of a cold glass of water.

    I hunched over with my hands on my knees and thought to myself, ’How the hell am I going to make it home?’

    I’d surely pass out from a heatstroke.

    I looked up at the street sign in front of me.

    ‘Maple Street’

    This is the street with that buff dude who’s always tending to his garden.

    I sometimes pass by his house during my distance runs, catching him watering his plants, shirtless.

    We would usually exchange waves or a nod “hello”. Surely he would recognize me and be willing to give me a glass of water. I don’t think I’m going to make it home in my current condition, so I have to try something.

    I approached his front yard.

    There he is. Giant pecs, boulder-like shoulders, bulbous arms, well defined back back…and those monstrous glutes.

    Today, he was wearing short shorts that accented his massive bum and bulging legs.

    “Hey man, sorry to ask this. I didn’t plan my run well and ended up far from home. Can I bother you for a glass of water?” I asked.

    He turned off his hose and smiled, “Hey there, of course! It’s way too hot out today…Come on inside and we’ll set you up with some water”

    Before I could say anything, he was walking into his house, so I followed, getting a bit of a hardon watching his massive globes.

    His house wasn’t much cooler than outside, but at least we were out of the sun.

    He poured me a glass of water with ice cubes, “Here you go, bro. I know it’s pretty hot in the house. A/C issues. Getting that fixed soon.”

    I gulped down the ice-cold water, still out of breath, “Thanks, man…no problem at all, this should be enough for me to make it back ho…”

    “Dude!”, he interrupted, “You look miserable. Let’s go to my backyard and I can spray you with my hose. You can borrow some of my clothes afterwards too. Sound good?”.

    Before I could reply, he had already made his way to the sliding glass door to his backyard and motioned for me to come.

    “Just out this way, come on.” he said.

    I followed.

    “Yo, I didn’t catch your name. I’m Ryan.” Ryan extended his arm.

    “Hey, Ryan. I’m Jake. Pleasure to meet you and thank you again for this.” We shook hands, looking at each other in the eyes.

    Not only was his body in tip-top shape, but he was a truly handsome man. Hazel eyes, chiseled jawline, and a smile to die for. Not to mention his friendly demeanor. “Nice to meet you, Jake. I’ve seen you running around quite a few times, lookin’ good out there.” Ryan walked away to prep the hose. “Alright…go ahead and strip. Underwear should be fine.”

    Shit. I wore my running shorts with a built-in liner today. “Umm..well, I actually don’t have anything on underneath these shorts. They have a liner built in.” Talking about underwear always gets me hard; I could feel my member growing.

    “Ah, no big deal, man. Just go commando! It’s only the two of us and my backyard is pretty private anyway. Go ahead and strip and I’ll grab some towels. Cool?”

    Ryan headed inside.

    I took off my clothes. Standing there, naked with an erection. My god, he’s going to be creeped out if he sees this. I’ll just grab my clothes and leave before Ryan comes ba..

    “Alright! Got the towels.” said Ryan, holding two towels. “Whoa! That’s quite the johnson you’re sporting there, dude!”

    “Oh man, sorry…I, uh…”, I couldn’t find any words…so embarrassing.

    “Nah man, no need to apologize. Ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before. I’ll strip too so we’re all comfortable here.” He took off his tiny shorts and was standing there in his tight, spandex briefs. He rubbed the outline of his cock…did he have an erection too?

    He took off his briefs from the top of the waistband, and his thick cock jumped out.

    He slowly lowered his briefs to the ground, pulled them off of his feet, and tossed them towards the glass sliding door.

    He smirked, “Let’s get started.”

    Ryan turned on the hose and began watering me down. The cool water felt so nice and was a good distraction from my embarrassing boner.

    I started to become flaccid, thank God.

    Ryan spoke, “Great…almost done Turn around so we can spray your glutes.”

    I turned around, spread my cheeks, and he sprayed my sweaty hole.

    This brought my member to full attention again.

    Suddenly, the water stopped.

    Ryan spoke, “My turn, bud! I’ve been in the sun all day. Grab the hose and spray me down.”

    I began spraying him off. I did so long enough for my boner to die down. Once flaccid, I said, “okay, that should do it.”

    “Hold on sport, aren’t you missing something?”, said Ryan as he spread his cheeks.

    I sprayed his ass and became hard AGAIN…

    Ryan stood up, motioning that he was done. He grabbed his towel and threw me mine.

    “Ahh, that felt great, thanks, man…Let me grab you some clothes in the house, then you can be on your way.” Ryan walked inside.

    I finished drying myself off, but still had a massive boner. “Shit”, I said…then something flung at my face.

    I peeled it off…

    “Okay, don’t be mad…” said Ryan as he appeared out of nowhere, still naked.

    “Today’s laundry day, so I only have a jockstrap for underwear. But it looks like you’ll need one for that mad boner you still got, haha.”

    Ryan smirked.

    “Shit man, sorry about that. I’ll get dressed and get out of your hair.”

    I struggled putting on the jock, tripping on myself in the process.

    I stood up and I finally got the jock on, with my erect dick facing upwards. The pouch was barely big enough to hold it.

    I frantically began looking around for additional clothing. Where are the damn clothes?

    Then, my eyes met Ryan’s. He stood with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

    It was at that moment I had realized that Ryan only brought me a jockstrap…no socks, no shorts, no shirt…

    I continued looknig around in disbelief, when I suddenly felt a strong hand grip the pouch of my jock.

    I looked straight ahead and froze…

    “I’ve been watching you run in the neighborhood for so long, bro. Can’t believe I was lucky enough to get you in my jock.”

    He began massaging my cock.

    “Ohh man…” I moaned and started humping his hand.

    He let go of my dick, turned around, and engulfed my strapped cock in between his butt cheeks.

    He squeezed them together so hard, my dick couldn’t escape.

    I started humping his asshole through with the pouch of the jockstrap.

    I was about to cream when Ryan let go of the hold on my member.

    He turned around and surprised me with a passionate kiss on the lips, “You eat ass?”

    I smirked, turned him around, bent him over, and went to town on the monster ass. It was hard to breathe, so I had to take several breaks to catch my breath.

    After several minutes, Ryan’s moaning got more intense. “Dude, I’m gonna cum.”

    He stood up, turned to face me, and jacked his cock in my direction.

    A moment later, his cock sprayed all over my abs and the jock I was wearing. His cum seeped all the way down to the bottom of my jock, some of it dripping on the grass.

    Ryan got a hold of himself…”Whew, can you go to that bin by the sliding door and grab the bottle on the top of the pile?”

    I went to the bin, brought the bottle back, and handed it over to Ryan.

    He squeezed the liquid out of the bottle onto his fingers and shoved them up his hole.

    Then, he kneeled down and pulled my cock out of the side of the jockstrap, and began sucking nice and slowly.

    Several seconds later, Ryan stopped, “Alright, that’s nice and lubed up. Ready to fuck me?”

    “Fuck yeah. Go lay face down on the grass.” I commanded.

    Ryan smirked and laid face down on the grass.

    I straddled my legs over his massive glutes and slowly stuck my cock in.

    I felt every inch of his meaty ass.

    Finally, my cock was all the way in, and I pushed even more.

    “Ohhh fuck dude….ahhhhh”, Ryan moaned in pleasure.

    I began thrusting. In and out. Over and over. My cock was swelling up, getting so close to cumming.

    Ryan was moaning, “fuck…I’m gonna cum. Oh my god…fuck, fuck, FUCK.”

    I could feel Ryan cumming..his prostate throbbing on my cock, causing me to explode ropes of semen into Ryan’s ass.

    The best cum of my life.

    I pulled out of Ryan and laid beside him.

    Both of us on our backs, panting.

    “Holy shit dude.” Said Ryan.

    “That felt amazing, god damn.” I said as I pulled the jock back over my cock. “Hey, Ryan?”

    “Yeah?”

    “Is it really laundry day?”

    “Haha, nah dude. I’ve been wanting to see you in a jock since the first time I saw you running in the neighborhood. I figured this might be my only chance.”

    We both laughed and I turned over to kiss Ryan on the lips.

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