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  • Company Camping Trip

    “You’re falling for me, too.  I can tell,” said Ryan.

    “I’m going to have to be careful,” I whispered.

    “Why’s that?” he asked.

    “It looks as though you can read my mind.”

    Ryan had the cutest little chuckle.  I held him tightly, and we fell asleep as the wind picked back up.

    A pounding at the door woke me.  Ryan rolled over and smiled.  I hope he slept better than he would have in that tent.  I grabbed my robe from the hook and looked out the window.  All I saw was white.

    I cracked the door a little, and a bitter cold bit my hand and legs.  I saw a figure and opened a little more.  It was still snowing, and Mr. Sayer was standing outside.  

    “Get in here,” I said.  Geez, it’s cold.  

    He stood on the step and shook before stepping inside.  “I’ve got Ryan’s bag, the one with his clothes.”

    I pulled the door closed behind him.  “Let me put on some coffee.  Or would you prefer cocoa?  I’ve got both.”

    “Dad?”  Ryan appeared in his underwear and one of my t-shirts.

    “I brought your clothes.  And Armstrong, you don’t need to be nice to me.”

    “But he is nice, Dad.”

    I started the coffee and made some toast.

    “So, Ryan.  How does it feel to be a man?  Do you feel grown-up, or just sore?”

    “Huh?”

    I turned to him; how could this be Ryan’s father?  “We didn’t fuck, Mr. Sayer.  We barely know one another.  We like each other.  This wasn’t a hook-up.”

    “Why are you so angry with Joseph, Dad?  He didn’t hire himself over you.”

    “Because he’s a teenager doing a better job than I ever could have.  Do you get it?  I worked really hard to get where I am, and I wanted a little more, and he came without working and took it.”

    “Remember what you told me when I didn’t make the captain of the soccer team?  You said the best player isn’t always the best leader.”

    “Yeah,” his father answered, “well, it looks as if I’m neither in their eyes.”

    I gave each of them a cup of coffee.  “Milk, or anything?”  Take your coat off and sit down, please.  Here’s the toast, and the jam’s right here.  Anyone want eggs?”

    Ryan stood back up.  “I want some, but I want to make them.”

    “He does make the best eggs.”

    “Have at it,” I said.  “The pan’s in that drawer.”  I took his place at the table.  “Sir, I’m not supposed to tell anyone this.  There’s a restructuring that’s going to happen at the first of the year, and they’re getting ready for it.”

    “Fuck,” I heard him say under his breath.

    “Well, hell, I’ll just start calling you Pessimistic Pam.  Now, shut the hell up and listen to me.  They’re making a position called VP of Texas Operations to oversee our division and the instruments division.  The R&D department is being folded into whichever division is best for them.  I understand the four positions being eliminated have people in them who are being transferred to Atlanta.”

    “Are we losing anyone?  I don’t want any of our people to be let go.”

    “No one’s being let go.  Not from our team, anyway.  There’s an opening for the VP position.”

    “Are you moving up?” Sayer asked me.

    “No.  I’m not a fit for it,” I told him.  “But I think you are.  I was asked if anyone in my department could handle the leadership difficulties that the job presented.  I’ve seen you working with everyone.  I told them that you were the only one I’d be willing to work for.”

    “You said that?  After everything?”

    Ryan put two plates of scrambled eggs down in front of us.  “Don’t you feel bad about telling him not to get me knocked up?”

    “Maybe I did let my anger cloud my judgment.  With regards to my job, that is.  I still don’t want you having sex, Ryan.  You’re still my little boy.  And you’ve only known him for a day.”

    “Grandpa knew when he saw Grandma.  He said he saw her and he knew.  Married seventy-two years.”

    “That’s true,” said Sayer.

    “I know what he felt,” said Ryan.  I saw the two of them give knowing looks to one another.  “And I’ll always be your little boy, even when I’m old.”

    Ryan’s dad stood up.  “I did raise you to make good decisions.”  He looked over at me.

    “Thanks, Mr. Sayer.”

    “It’s time to call me Roger.”

    “Thanks, Roger.  Please don’t tell anyone that I told you.”

    “I won’t, Joseph.  By the way, they expect us to be snowed in until Wednesday.”

    “I’ve got plenty of food,” I told him.  

    He nodded as he headed out into the cold.   I closed the door, turned, and faced Ryan.  He took his last bite of eggs.  “You make eggs-cellent scrambled pre-born chicken,” I told him.

    He smiled.  “I need my morning shower.  Come scrub my back.”

    “I think I know where this is leading,” I told him.

    “Yeah?  It’s leading to the bathroom.”  He took my hand and once we were in the bathroom, he squirted some body wash on me and rubbed it around my chest.

    “You know, that works better if you add some water.”

    “Shut up.  I’m in charge.  He tossed the t-shirt through the sliding door and onto the bed then snaked out of his underwear.  His hard cock glistened with precum.  He wet his hand in the sink then rubbed up against me.  Using his left hand, he scrubbed my chest; with his right hand, he held my cock.

    It wasn’t so much that my cock was being held or that my nipples were getting teased.  It was because it was Ryan.  I watched his face.  He was right; sometimes you just know.  I reached in and turned on the shower.  I bent forward and kissed him.

    We rinsed the soap away, dried off.  Ryan anxiously pulled me back to the bed.  “It felt so good with your tongue, but I want you to make love to me with this.”  He brought his finger from my balls along the bottom of my shaft.  My dick jerked in response.  

    I began to kiss, tongue, and suck the area just below his ear.  His cock hardened; I could feel it growing between us.  He bent his head and licked my chin, and it was as if he pushed my ‘on’ button.  I had an immediate desire to stick my dick in him and fuck him until he screamed.  I wanted him.

    I pushed him back on the bed.  “Fuck, Ryan, you should not have done that.  I lifted his legs and spread them so I had a full view of that little pink hole.  I leaned forward and shoved my tongue into it.

    His hands grabbed my head, and he pulled me tightly against him.  “Fuck, Joseph, yes.  Stick your tongue in there.  Get me ready.”  He began to sob.  “Take me dammit.  Fuck me.”

    I pulled back and let go of him.  I was like an animal.  I reached behind the pillows and pulled out the lube I’d hidden there for my self-pleasuring routines.  I emptied some onto my dick.  I wasted half of it.  I put some in my hand and rubbed it over his ass before shoving a finger inside him.

    “Don’t fucking tease me.  I want your dick in me.”

    I pushed two fingers in him.

    “Oh, fuck.”

    “And that’s only two fingers,” I said smugly.

    “Just fucking stick your dick in me.”

    “No way, baby, this ass has to last me another eighty years.”

    “I knew  you loved me.”

    “With my whole heart,” I said.  Then I pushed three fingers into him.  He gasped, and I began to massage his prostate.  His dick began to bounce; I reached down and grabbed my dick and as soon as I slipped my fingers out, I slid my dick in.  I covered his mouth with mine as I humped him.  His eyes rolled back, and he smiled as I moved in and out.  It wasn’t long before I felt a blast of cum hit my chin.  He’d ejaculated just from my fucking him.  I shot my load deep into him and held him tight.  His body was folded at his hips, his calves rested on my shoulders; my dick still throbbed inside him.

    Ryan looked at me.  “How did it feel taking my cherry?”

    “I liked it,” I told him.  “Did you like it?”

    “I’m trying not to think about how many guys you must have fucked to get that good,” he replied.

    “What?  That was my first time.”

    “Then you must have watched a lot of videos.”

    “I’ve never watched porn.  I did read a book about it once.”

    “That was from a book?”

    “Mostly.  The guy in the book only used two fingers.  But remember, I’m really smart, so I calculated that three would be better considering the size of my dick.”

    “Do you realize how arrogant that sounds?”

    “No,” I answered honestly.

    Ryan started laughing.  The vibrations of his laughter made my dick stiffen.  It had never gone completely soft.  “Is that your penis?”

    “It’s our penis.  I’m sharing it with you.”  I started to move in and out again.

    Ryan kissed me gently.  Then he licked my chin again.  His ass was going to regret that he did that.

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  • Circus Music

    The small convoy rolled at a moderate speed over the motorway. They had just passed Leeds and had turned to the southeast towards their next location, a small town near Durham. It wasn’t Tom’s problem how they would get there. Navigation was the job of the first truck’s crew. For the time being he was just the driver of truck 17, an old tired truck with a worn-out gearbox and loaded with the kitchen tent and kitchen gear. Behind it was his small but cozy caravan.

    He only had to follow the tail lights of truck 16 in the morning twilight and knew that 18, the last in the column, was behind him, the wrecker that towed the heavy winch trailer. So it was to be expected that his thoughts meandered, a nice state of mind that so every now and then was only interrupted by the old gearbox, refusing to be up- or downshifted. But some curses and brute force could settle that. 

    With a wide grin on his face he remembered how he got in a circus in the first place. When he graduated from the Academy of Music in percussion and orchestra direction he very soon found out he was one of hundreds of just graduated unemployed musicians. He had no job, no money and, even worse, no prospects. Even his big love had disappeared into thin air overnight.

    Coincidentally there was a circus in town and even more coincidentally the band leader of their orchestra had died unexpectedly. Tom jumped at the opportunity, introduced himself to the circus manager and within thirty minutes he had a job. It was a clear proof that the good old saying “One’s death is the other’s bread” was perfectly true. He had a job, a modest wage and in one effort a roof over his head, though a mobile one.

    He spent the first days with rehearsing with his first orchestra. They were all good musicians, all capable of playing more than one instrument. No, they weren’t top musicians, ready for the famous European concert halls, but they knew what they were doing. And like their famous colleagues in the big orchestras they played all over Europe. Actually, they even played in places where no celebrity had even been before. Then he had started to tinker around in the existing scores, re-arranging some things and had rehearsed again, giving the whole thing a more modern sound and blowing the dust of it somewhat.

    Because it was a modern circus and the music had to fit it. The manager had decided a long time ago to refrain from acts with exotic animals, like elephants, lions and tigers. It now only had four animal acts with European animals: two with horses, one with dogs and even their clown had developed an act with two goats. It always produced roars of laughter in the audience, because when a goat has the faintest idea there might be something to eat around, he stops doing immediately what he was doing. Then he must eat first!

    Although Tom was also raised with the prejudice, that circus people where only vagabonds, he found out that this small group of people was working very hard for only small wages to produce a real good performance, just as actors in a small town theatre worked hard for a minimum wage to make a good stage production. Circus folk were, just like actors, artists. The only difference between the two was, that their theatre was not a stone building on a fixed place, but they took their theatre with them in old, ramshackle trucks to every place they were allowed to play. Maybe his teachers at the academy would abhor at the thought that one of their graduates was “only” a circus band leader, but Tom felt increasingly proud to be a member of the tightly knit community. 

    He just saw the brake lights of truck 16 flash up and reduced speed a little as well. He wanted to shift gear down, but the old gearbox had other ideas again and refused.

    “Fuck truck!” he cursed, settling the matter with some non-too subtle bangs on the gear shift.

    With the small annoying intermezzo behind him he allowed his thoughts to wander off again in a daydream, this time about David.

    Yes..David! They had become close friends almost from the moment that Tom arrived in the circus company. Maybe David was only a year older as Tom and he was the guy with the dog act. Every time when he was rehearsing with his four dogs, Tom was amazed about his infinite patience. Here no sadistic cruelty, that made the dogs only do the things they were expected to, only to avoid the pain they would experience if they did something else. Not with David, with him there was only a profound love for dogs, the patience of a saint, some rewards here and there and of course the delicacies, that would make every dog go with his head through a brick wall just to get them. 

    And David was beautiful! He was a tad larger as Tom, totally slim built, had long auburn hair falling on his back, a thin beard and very mysterious, almost mesmerizing dark eyes. When the boy stood in the super troopers during the show, dressed in his glistening and gleaming white suit, his long hair shining like an aura around him, then he even was ravishingly beautiful. His broad smile showed the regular white teeth and his eyes sparkled, as if this was his greatest thrill in life: the dogs, the audience and their applause. And when he started talking he had a funny, slight Italian accent. Tom made no secret of it that he fell in love with boys and David was the type of boy that could bring a gay man into a state of dreamlike ecstasy. David was for Tom not exactly the knight on the white horse, but the white knight with the four dogs.

    They became close friends. After the evening show they often had longs talks, going on deep into the night. There were lots of topics. David was not only interested in dogs, but also in music and avidly absorbed all Tom knew about this subject. Or they discussed the football matches of past weekend, of course both from the point of view of their own favorite clubs. And one particular night David told that he was the scion of a long lineage of circus artists. Both his parents, his grand-parents and his great-grandparents had been circus artists. Nobody knew what was before the great-grandparents, but it was hardly imaginable that these had been bank clerk of civil servant of some kind. The same way David was interested in music, Tom had a weak spot for dogs, so indirectly he became good chums with Jamie the Border Collie, Pasha the Golden Retriever, Sultan the German shepherd and Micky the little black-and-white spotted bastard dog.

    But one topic was never discussed: that was love, relations and sex! It was as if a taboo was imposed on it. Tom had tried to make some covered allusions but it looked as if they were made to deaf man’s ears. No reaction whatsoever came. Tom was unable to find out if David fancied him as well or not. Maybe because the boy was pure straight or, in case he was gay, because Tom simply wasn’t his type. In any case: there was no one in his life. A small community as the circus troop would have noticed that right away. The only thing David had said was a pretty vague remark:

    “I’ll be the last in the family tradition. On one hand because circus will disappear and on the other hand…oh well, forget it!”

    Which closed the subject finally, maybe even forever!      

    It was the end of August and the circus had crossed over to the Continent and had made station at a small town on the Baltic, just south of the German/Danish border.

    It was an extremely hot day, even that hot that during breakfast David had reluctantly decided to cancel the morning rehearsals with the dogs. They would have a bad time during matinee- and evening shows. To make them work in the morning as well would almost be cruelty.

    “Well, gives you the chance to re-organized your own repetitions with the band”, he sighed to Tom in resignation.

    Tom knew very well how to spend the extra time he got by this. He been working for a while now to compose a new tune for the circus orchestra but he never had the chance to try it out in his caravan. Now he could use the keyboard on the bandstand over the ring entrance. All on his own in the big tent he started playing the tune. He improved some things, deleted some beats, thought out others. He was so absorbed in what he was doing that he didn’t notice that it became pitch dark in the tent. Only the small light on the keyboard illuminated the keys. When he heard a very hard drumming on the tent roof he noticed that something was out of the ordinary.

    Somebody yelled something in the artists entrance. He was a bit annoyed by the disturbance, until his mind grasped what was being yelled:

    “Help! Help! The dog tent has collapsed!”

    He ran down the small stairs, almost crashing on the floor but was barely able to correct his imbalance and ran outside. What he found there was beyond his imagination.

    Gone was the clear blue sky with the mercilessly burning sun. Instead it was pitch dark and he only saw a virtually impenetrable curtain of rain coming down, driven by heavy wind gusts, right in front of his eyes. It was a first class torrent. By memory and more or less feeling his way he carefully went to the dog tent.

    The deluge, that still poured down, had torn the tent roof and caused the dog tent to collapse totally. Despite the water sheets he saw David, who frantically tried to get the four dogs out. Immediately Tom went to help him and with combined forces they were able to slip under the soaked and very heavy tent cloth and could get the dogs out one by one.

    “Take them to my caravan”, Tom yelled, “It’s closer by!”

    Both took two of the dogs to get them there and they barged into the little caravan as two soaked cats and four soaked dogs.

    Tom looked at the four intensely wet rag-bags with compassion in his eyes.

    “Gonne get us some towels”, he said quietly.

    Just when he came back from the sleeping compartment the four started to shake their furs out in perfect unison. Four bubbles of water fog were hurled around and ended on the caravan’s walls, slowly dripping down.

    “Sorry”, David smiled apologetically, “I’ll come back later and help you clean up”.

    They more or less dried the dogs and looked at one another. Both were soaked wet to the skin. There was no dry shred of textile on their bodies.

    “We can use a towel as well”, Tom grinned and walked back to his sleeping place, his feet splashing in his shoes, where he took his last two clean towels out of the small cabinet.

    When he returned he stood in shock. First there was surprise, but it changed to undisguised admiration. David had taken off his t-shirt and jeans shorts and had draped them over a chair. He was just pulling his soaked undies from his body. The marvelous boy was even more desirable because the wet skin glistened erotically in the sparse light.

    Somewhat shamefaced the boy turned around. Tom admired his gorgeous body with open mouth, without any kind of embarrassment. Even David’s small penis fitted perfectly in the total image in front of his eyes.

    “Take your wet clothes off as well”, David said, “Otherwise you might get ill”.

    Meekly Tom did what David had suggested to him. But he could not avoid that his prick was totally aroused when it finally became visible after his undies were out too.

    Now he felt embarrassed and softly said:

    “Sorry about that. But you are so beautiful! And to tell you the truth…I love boys”.

    A sweet shy smile played around David’s lips and barely audible he said:

    “So do I!”

    Then he pushed his wet, naked body against Tom’s , embraced him and kissed him softly and hesitantly on the lips.

    “You know…,” he whispered, “I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life. But I just wanted to have it with somebody I believe in. From the moment you came in this circus company, I knew that you were that somebody!”

    Another tender kiss followed, this time greedily answered by Tom.

    “We’ve got too little time now”, David said, “But I promise: I’ll be back after the evening show to pick up my clothes”.

    With a husky voice and a mischievous smile he added:

    “Hope they’re dry then”.

    A naughty wink followed. Tom borrowed him some dry clothes and after he had pulled them on he left the caravan, followed by his four dogs, leaving Tom behind with a whole herd of stampeding butterflies in his belly.

    David was true to his word. Barely fifteen minutes after the evening show ended there was a short knock on the door and he walked in. And in another fifteen minutes they were in bed.

    Tom really was no newcomer to gay sex, but the gentle and tender way David made love to him was a revelation. So this was also possible as an alternative way to the hard stallion-like lovemaking. It was unbelievably beautiful and it satisfied him into the very last cell of his body.

    Tom felt how David entered him and how he took him with an infinite respect. When suddenly the expected warm flood entered him, he could only sigh very deep and put his head in his pillow with closed eyes, full of relish.

    Then he dedicated his attention to David’s small javelin. Greedily he started to lick it and after a while he took it completely in his mouth, including the balls, and experienced the enjoyment of being able to suck it and lick the balls at the same time. He felt how the toy grew again in his mouth, savored the delicious taste of the precum and went through the second delicious explosion of hot, white juices in a short span of time. He smacked for a while, savoring the thrilling taste of fresh sperm, swallowing most of it. With the tiny rest of it he gave his love an intense and fiery tongue kiss.  

    Now they lied entwined in each other’s arms, each collecting their strengths.

    “I’m eeuh…..well, I’m afraid my dick is no match to yours”, David began to speak apologetically, “I guess they were out of big dicks when my turn came”.

    Tom made an angry face, something that David understood wrong, because he continued with a depressed face:

    “Sorry, it’s all I got. Nothing I can change about it!”

    That made Tom lose his temper, almost crying out:

    “David, stop it! I’m fed up with this over-emphasis on dick size. There must be more interesting aspects to a man than only the size of his dick! It is, at least it should be, the whole man that is important, not only what is hanging between his legs. Anyway, that’s the way I see it. You can’t classify a man only by the fact if he has a big or small willie. Besides: I guess you know the old horse race saying: better a small winner than a large loser! And you know….”.

    He stopped talking, his voice dropped and his face relaxed into a loving stare far beyond. Then he continued:

    “…I like small dicks a lot more than XL and XXL. I knew quiet a number of guys with XL but they’re full of macho bullshit and boring. I don’t even want them around me. And don’t get me wrong: I’m not saying this to ridicule or insult or even hurt your feelings, but…I think that small dicks are so cute, so…how do I say it?…so lovable. They just invite to be caressed”.

    “Go ahead”, David laughed, “Mine loves to be caressed”.

    Tom grinned and bent over to start another round of fondling. He licked and sucked to his heart’s content, tickled with the tip of his tongue over the little pee hole and made sure he didn’t forget the dick head’s rim and continued it until the third round of white gold spurted out.

    “Now I’m really empty”, David moaned.

    Tom put up a mocking face but then said with a broad grin:

    “I’ll forgive you! But what I was wondering about: why did you say this afternoon that you’ve been waiting for this moment for all of your life?”

    David stared briefly to the ceiling but then started his answer:

    “Circus folk can be considered freebooters by most city folks but in reality the circus world is very conservative. Homosexuality is not part of what is accepted and is frowned upon. I knew I was gay when I was 15, but I always had to hide it for the rest”.

    “So, you never had sex before tonight?”, Tom asked bewildered.

    “Oh yeah”, David giggled, “I’m no monk or saint! The advantage of being raised in a circus troop is that you pick up cute boys all over Europe, have unlimited fun with them in some forest or shed or hay stack and then simply vanish without a trace. But always in deepest discretion, mostly on both sides. No young man wants to be known as a queer. But you can find some very cute, hot-blooded boys in Italy. And don’t forget the Swedish boys. But I only wanted to do the real coming out if I met someone who was worth to take the risks and take the inevitable hurdles. I found him when you came here. So, that’s the reason I was able to say that this afternoon”.

    Tom cozily snuggled up against David and whispered:

    “Sex is so good! And sex with you is pure heaven!”

    Fully enjoying each other’s physical close proximity they went to sleep.

    It had become the half of September and summer tended towards its end. The circus was on the last playing location for this season. It was at the limits of a small Swedish city, directly at the western Baltic coast. As soon as this was done the convoy would roll back to their winter quarters. The small troop would partly fall apart. Some artists would go to their own winter quarters to develop and rehearse new acts. Some of them would search for another circus, hoping for a little more money. And some of Tom’s musicians would leave for a more regular life, but Tom solved this by finding replacements within the circles of his former co-students, who were for the biggest part still without a job. Nor Tom or David had own winter quarters, so they stayed at the circus’s winter quarters.

    Tom had told the old manager that he planned to stay for the next season. The man was clearly pleased: at least he didn’t have to find another band leader. But when Tom told him in the same meeting that he didn’t need his caravan any longer, because he moved in with David, the diehard circus man of the old mould had looked surprised at first and then his face changed, showing clear displeasure. Tom didn’t mind. What could the man do: throw them out? It turnedout, that the manager was the only one taking offence. Nobody else in the troop seemed to be disturbed. Maybe even in the circus world things were changing.

    But it wasn’t finished yet. First there five days of shows and then a day off before breaking down and loading up would start.

    Especially during the evening shows it was clear they were in the Scandinavian autumn. To avoid that the audience would freeze the large heaters were installed and fired up. One of them was directly over the band stand, so Tom came in his caravan every evening soaked with sweat.

    During the daytime weather was perfect. The sun shone with its typical autumn light, the breeze was warm and almost fondling and the daytime temperatures were very pleasant. These perfect conditions were also prevalent on their day off.

    After the daily necessary work was done, they decided to enjoy the lovely weather. David had picked up the rumor that they could find a nudist beach at a certain shore, so that is where they went.

    At arrival the information proved correct. The local authorities had even had the kindness to place a notification in three languages that “nudist recreation was allowed behind this sign”. But when they walked on to the beach there was not a living soul to be seen.

    “Ah, what a shame”, David joked, “It looks you will have to wait a little longer before you can adore naked Swedish beauties”.

    They undressed und stuffed their clothes in their backpacks. Hand in hand they walked over the beach, directly along the water, getting their feet wet so every now and then. The soft-filtered golden sunlight shone beneficently on their skins. It was like a romantic painting: two naked, beautiful boys in the soft light against a background of white sand and green-blue water. Michelangelo might have been tempted to paint it on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, or maybe even tempted to make love to both of them.

    Suddenly David looked into Tom’s eyes, a meaningful look full of desire in his own eyes, and nodded wordless to the rim of a forest, that was directly adjacent to the beach. Tom reacted with a seductive smile and they searched and found a nice open spot in the forest where they snuggled down in the lush high grass. In the background the sound of the breakers crashing on the shore could be heard, the sun shone between the layers of leaves, that swayed in the soft southeastern breeze and birds sang everywhere.

    There was no delay. David started kissing right away while Tom sucked the boy’s little nipples, only to let his tongue glide down over chest and belly. The small tree was already waiting for him, showing very clearly it was in maximum alert status.

    Again he took it in his mouth to the full, including the balls and was trying hard to perfect the technique of licking the balls and sucking the dickhead at the same time. It seemed to work: David was panting like a husky after a long sled trip.

    But nevertheless he pushed Tom’s head from his penis, who looked up in surprise.

    “Don’t you like it?” Tom asked uncertain,

    “Oh yes, I do,” David answered softly panting, “but I had other plans!”

    “Ooooooohhhh”, Tom only said, licking his lips.

    Tom was rolled on his belly and, again not losing a second as if he was in a hurry, David lied on top of him, pushing his small rod inside the boy. He made some fast thrusts to be sure he was deep enough, but then something totally unexpected happened, that puzzled Tom enormously. Instead of thrusting on David started to thrust in a lazy, relaxed tempo. It might well have been one move per two or three minutes, but all of them were fully felt. It took Tom some effort to figure out what David was doing, but after a considerable timespan the dime fell: David moved inside him in the same rhythm as the surf rolled on the sand of the nearby beach!

    It was so incomprehensibly lovely, so sweet, so incredibly intimate and it was soooo horny! But even in this slow, languid tempo the ultimate explosion had to come: David’s own breakers freely flowed in Tom’s narrow channel with a warmth that equaled the soft breeze that stroke his skin. Tom felt the warm surf spread inside him and could only receive it with another deep sigh of pleasure and filled with a deep love.

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  • The Night Visitor

    Alberto lived in an apartment on a smallholding. The elderly couple, Mr. and Mrs. Jonas, who owned the property had an agreement with Alberto who was their gardener, for him to live rent-free, in exchange for his services on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays. In addition to this arrangement, Alberto received an evening meal from Monday to Saturday, and a lunch on Sundays, when Alberto happened to be home. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, Alberto had other clients, where he earned his additional income.

    Alberto was a stocky, rugged-looking man with a darkish complexion. He had always been bisexual and enjoyed having sex equally, with men and women. To him, fucking was fucking, simple as that, as long as he was the alpha in the bedroom.

    Alberto’s sex life was satisfactory to him and alternated between Pedro and Cynthia. Pedro was a man who did odd jobs for people, often including the Jonas’ as well. According to Mr. and Mrs. Jonas, he was Alberto’s alleged, ‘nephew.’ Pedro would mostly visit Alberto on Wednesday evenings when the two men would have sex. Alberto was happy to share his meals with Pedro on these evenings, because the later benefits, once they got into bed, was well-worth the division of food. The Jonas’ were always very generous with their portions in any case, so it wasn’t a big deal. Mostly on Sundays, Alberto visited a divorcee named, Betty. That is when he got his dose of pussy for the week.

    Although Alberto was highly sexed and would’ve enjoyed a lot more action in his life, the lack of commitment with Betty and Pedro, suited him just fine. Besides, his trusty right hand had never let him down.

    On the smallholding there was a second, larger apartment, adjoining Alberto’s. This was rented by an arsehole named, Peter. Alberto and Peter never spoke to one another, and Alberto couldn’t stand Peter’s superior attitude.  

    Magically, when Peter moved out, an unmarried couple named Jacques and Delia rented the apartment. Alberto’s eyes almost came out on stalks when he met them. They looked like the golden prom, king, and queen of the year. Delia was petite and stunning, and Jacques was lithe and unbelievably handsome. In contrast to Peter, they were also very engaging with Alberto. Alberto didn’t want to get ahead of himself with their friendliness but got the feeling that there was an element of suggestiveness about their body language.

    As Alberto lay in bed thinking about them, he couldn’t stop imagining fucking both of them. Being a couple, however, he assumed they were straight and so, focussed his fantasies on possibly nailing Delia, if the chance ever arose. Having a threesome with them, was too much for him to hope for. In his reverie, Alberto toyed with his large uncut chorizo as he imagined what Delia’s pussy would feel like.

    A week or so later one evening, Alberto heard loud music coming from next door. It didn’t worry him because he had never been a nit-picker, and if they were having a bit of fun, then so be it, he thought to himself.

    When the music died down later, Alberto was so intrigued, that he decided to take a walk outside in the hope of possibly spying on them. As luck would have it, their front door was wide open. Boldly, Alberto decided to peer in and say hello.

    Jacques was lying on the couch, passed out as Delia stood looking at him.

    “Is everything okay?” Alberto asked as he made eye contact with Delia.

    “Yeah, this idiot is drunk and I don’t know how I’m going to get him to bed,” Delia answered, with an exasperated look.

    “May I help you?” Alberto offered.

    “Shit, would you?” she asked with a look of relief.

    “Sure, no problem,” Alberto answered as he stepped forward.

    Without any effort, Alberto lifted Jacques up and followed Delia to the bedroom.

    “Would you help me undress him?” Delia asked.

    “No problem,” Alberto responded as he commenced removing Jacques t-shirt and shorts.

    “We sleep naked, please take his underpants off as well,” Delia then suggested.

    As Alberto removed Jacques underpants he looked at the cute plump cock surrounded by a blond bush lying on the bed.

    ‘Fuck, he is magnificent,’ Alberto thought to himself.

    “Won’t you please turn him onto his stomach. When he’s drunk he snores,” Delia informed Alberto.

    As Alberto did as he got asked, Delia began to strip naked. Delia then got on the bed next to Jacques and looked up at Alberto. As she did so her right hand ran over her perky breasts and her left hand began rubbing her pussy.

    “Jesus, what a waste,” Alberto gushed.

    “What do you mean?” Delia asked with a giggle.

    “Well, if you were in my bed I wouldn’t be drunk, and I would definitely be fucking you,” Alberto answered in a playful growl.

    “Is that a threat or a promise?” Delia coyly replied.

    “Both,” Alberto emphatically stated.

    “So, what are you waiting for, big boy?” she suggestively inquired.

    “But… what if he wakes up?” Alberto asked, practically panting.

    “Alberto, we are bisexual swingers, and so Jacques would probably want to join in,” she replied with a chuckle, before quickly adding, “Does that shock you?”

    “No… In fact, I am also bisexual,” Alberto boldly informed her.

    “So, what are you waiting for?” Delia reiterated.

    Alberto couldn’t believe his luck and instantly thought about the bright future that now lay before him.

    In a flash, Alberto removed his clothing.

    “Wow, you are a big boy,” Delia exclaimed, as she looked at the large sausage hanging from Alberto’s hips.

    Without pause, Alberto now sprang into action. As he climbed on the bed her first kissed Delia’s lips, before moving his head down to her nipples. After nibbling on them, his next port of call was her pussy. After he pushed her legs apart, his tongue daubed her pussy vigorously for a short while, before he moved between her legs and lodged his fat dick at her portal.

    Delia cried out in ecstasy as his knob commenced entering her. Unfortunately, the overwhelming excitement of the evening took its toll and Alberto quickly discovered that he was so overstimulated that he came very quickly.

    “Oh, fuck, I’m sorry. I was so excited that I couldn’t help myself,” Alberto said apologetically, before adding, “But don’t worry, I’ve got a lot of stamina, and soon I’ll be ready to go again.”

    “Yeah, but next, I want you to punish this little shit next to us for getting drunk. I don’t only want him to feel shit tomorrow, but also have a very sore arse,” Delia mischievously uttered.

    “Fuck, you’re mean,” Alberto said with a chuckle.

    “He needs to be disciplined, and I want you to fuck him hard,” she answered with a giggle.

    “No problem,” Alberto answered in collusion.

    A few minutes later, Alberto began to perform the task that got allotted to him. Jacques arse was heavenly, and as he pumped his dick into Jacques backside, Jacques grumbled from the battering.

    Yeah, fuck him, fuck the hell out of him,” Delia kept intoning.

    Alberto didn’t let her down and manfully performed his task. Ages later, when Alberto finally unloaded, Delia was giggling like a schoolgirl.

    Alberto now again turned his attention to Delia and passionately commenced kissing her. It did not take too long before he again mounted her body and gave her the lion’s share of the spoils.

    Alberto’s big dick was heavenly, and she had never been fucked so comprehensively ever before.

    When Alberto ultimately returned to his apartment, Delia instantly fell into an exhausted deep sleep.

    The following day after Alberto had finished his dinner, he sheepishly knocked on Delia and Jacques’ door to see the lay of the land. Alberto was relieved when two welcoming faces ushered him in.

    “How was your day?” Alberto politely asked.

    “Great,” Jacques replied before adding, “I just had a sore arse.”

    “Oh, I’m sorry,” Alberto answered with a sheepish grin.

    “Don’t be, I’m just sorry I wasn’t sober enough to enjoy it,” Jacques answered with a laugh.

    “In any case, hopefully, we can rectify that tonight,” Delia then added.

    “I am fully into setting things right,” Jacques uttered as he walked over and began kissing Alberto.

    “Let the music play,” Delia enthusiastically quipped, as the three of them headed to the bedroom.

    Before they undressed the three formed a horny triangle of lustful of oral tussling, as their clothes melted off their bodies. Jacques who had ‘missed out’ the night before, was overwhelmed by how sexy Alberto was. When he finally saw Alberto’s fat knob, Jacques had no doubts about why his arse had ached so much that day.

    Shortly, Delia was on her back. As Jacques watched Alberto’s hairy thighs straddling Delia’s hairless legs, Jacques couldn’t wait for his tongue to taste the delicious bum-sweat of Alberto’s hairy backside. As Alberto’s backside began to stir, Jacques dove in and commenced licking like a starving dog. The taste and smell was heavenly. As Jacques rabidly licked, he was oblivious to the odd bit of pubic floss that got lodged between his teeth. The additional aural stimulation of Delia’s moans and Alberto’s grunts were mesmerizing. 

    For Alberto, who had never had his backside licked before, the stimulation was breathtaking.

    After Jacques had also sucked on Alberto’s balls individually, because both were too large for his mouth, Jacques commenced coercing Alberto’s hips upward, so that he could taste the chorizo that his girlfriend was crooning about as her pussy got plundered.  

    As Alberto’s dick emerged from Delia’s portal, Jacques began lip mashing on Alberto’s ample foreskin before running his tongue up and down the fat sausage.

    This routine, played over and over until Alberto started gasping in ecstasy. As this happened, a foamy coating of foam began to appear at the base of Alberto’s dick as Delia’s pussy began over-spilling its contents. Jacques now licked feverishly as the chorizo emerged, lapping up as much as he could around the fat phallus.

    “Okay, when you are ready, it’s my turn to feast,” Delia exclaimed.

    The threesome again commenced their oral triumvirate with passion after the session.

    After they had all regained their composure, Delia said, “Alberto, now fuck Jacques, I want him to feel what he missed last night.”

    Compliantly, Jacques now got onto his stomach before Alberto mounted him.

    “Fuck, oh, fuck, yeah,” Delia said as she began to follow the same routine as Jacques, licking Alberto’s arse and balls.

    Jacques was in heaven as the dark phallus pummelled his backside remorselessly.

    That night, and going forward, Alberto made up for a lot of the lost time in his life. What pleased him most, was the clear ascendency that he was enjoying with the two blond beauties. Alberto commenced calling all the shots, and Delia and Jacques had become putty in his hands.

    Sadly, for Cynthia and Pedro, Alberto also realized that he no longer needed them thereafter. Alberto had everything he regularly needed, right next door.

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  • Our DNA Doesn’t Match

    Am I still a latch key kid at 18? I’d been coming home since fifth grade to an empty house. Even when my mother remarried and my stepbrother Hector moved in, he always came in at least an hour after I got home, and now that he was at college, I would have the house to myself for at least two hours. I wondered what I would do first. I’d just come from watching baseball practice, and I was horny. Those athletic guys in their uniforms always did that to me. Should I jerk off with some porn or just with my imagination?

    I hurried to my bedroom and found a naked man on my bed. Hector had come home for the weekend. All six feet, tanned skin, six-pack abs of him. And there he was, naked, sporting a good six to seven inches of uncut boner. His hand moved slowly up and down the shaft as he gazed at a photo in his left hand, a photo of… me? What the fuck? He was jerking off to a picture of me?

    He spoke first. “Jon. Oh, shit. I… uh… Well, fuck, it’s obvious what I’m doing.”

    “That’s a picture of me.”

    “Yeah. That’s right.” He let go of his dick. “I think you’re hot. I think you’re totally hot.”

    I stepped closer to him. “I think you’re hot, too.”

    “Yeah?” Take your clothes off so I can see all of you.”

    I kicked my shoes off as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. My shorts came off next, and I stood in front of him with my own seven and a fourth inch boner. I know because I measured it. I was circumcised and as hard as I had ever been.

    Hector pulled his knees behind his shoulders. I’d never seen that in real life. His ass was tilted upward. He grabbed a black bottle that had been next to his waist and poured some liquid on his pink asshole. He began to rub his fingers back and forth. “I’m in your bed because your pillow smells like you.”

    I stepped closer.

    He began to move his index finger in and out of his hole.

    “I look at a picture of you, and I smell you, and I pretend you are doing things to me.”

    I couldn’t decide whether to watch his mouth, with those lips I’ve always wanted to kiss. Or to watch that finger moving in and out of him. When he slipped two fingers in, I felt a drop of precum exit my slit.

    “I don’t want to pretend any more.”

    I got on the bed. I took the lube and put several drops on my throbbing cock. “You won’t have to pretend.” I moved closer, and he pushed the head of my dick against his hole. He looked up at me, and I pushed myself into him. I saw his mouth quiver as I entered. I didn’t stop pushing until I could go no further. I lowered myself until our lips touched, and as I tongues met, I began to rock in and out of him.

    “Oh, Jonny.” No one had called me that in years, but it made me feel even closer to him. “I’ve wanted this.”

    “I have, too, Hector.” His tunnel was tight, wet, warm. I wanted to kiss him and suck him at the same time. I slowly fucked him, and it felt so right. I hoped he wouldn’t come because when I was finished, I wanted to feel him inside me.

    My speed began to increase. I could feel the urge within me growing.

    “You’re going to seed me, right? Please say you will.”

    “Yes, Hector. I am; I’m getting close.” I shot four times into him. As I withdrew from him, I sensed the change in pressure.

    Hector reached for his dick.

    “No, Hector. Inside me. I want you to give me your load. Shoot it in my belly, deep inside my belly.” His eyes searched mine to make sure I was certain, and then he began to apply lube to my man hole.

    “You’ll be my first,” I told Hector.

    He took his slippery cock and pushed the tip into me. I was surprised at the sensation. He held himself there for what seemed like an eternity and then I felt him move deeper inside me. I had an uncomfortable feeling of fullness. He moved deeper inside and an awesome sensation began and then subsided. I felt him pull back out.

    “No, don’t stop,” I said.

    He smiled and pushed back in. I felt dizzy as he moved himself in and out of me. At one point, he bent forward and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. I oscillated between dizzy and ecstasy.

    “Harder, faster,” I asked. I didn’t know where that came from, but it’s what I wanted.

    “I’m coming, Jonny.” I felt a jolt as pelvic bone met pelvic bone and Hector’s load spewed into me. Hector fell forward and to the side. A huge smile upon his face, he stretched to kiss me. I’m not sure how long we kissed as cum leaked from within us, but I didn’t want it to stop.

    I think we both realized that we needed to talk out our feelings, but I wasn’t sure what to say. My fantasies had been realized.

    “Jonny, I met a lot of guys at school, but none of them ever made me feel the way that just being in the same room with you made me feel.”

    I kissed him hard. “Oh, Hector, I’m so glad our DNA doesn’t match.”

    “John?”

    I opened my eyes and looked up. Hector was standing next to the bed.

    “Tell me, John, why are you naked in my bed, kissing my pillow, and… did you fucking come on my blanket?”

    I got up. I didn’t know what to say. Hector moved closer to me. “I asked you a question.” He poked me with his index finger. “Why the fuck are you in my room and ejaculating on my bed?”

    He’d backed me against the wall.

    “Answer me or I’m going to beat the shit out of you.”

    I looked up at him. I could feel the tears begin. His head moved closer. He was going to beat me up.

    Then I felt his lips touch mine.

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  • The F**king Promise or Ball Buster Busted

    When you are an alpha dominant you have to always keep in mind two basic rules in dealing with your submissive. First, you gotta keep your word. Nothing kills a trust relationship faster than you saying you will do something and not doing it. Worse look like a wimp by trying to back out of doing it. Second, when you reward a submissive by granting them something ; be fucking sure you set limits on that promise.

    If you forget the second rule your fucked. I did forget it and yeah, got royally fucked over.

    It started out at the end of a normal session. Tim was my online cash fag. We’d been having sessions for over a year. True, he could sometimes be a bit much to handle but, on the whole, he usually got into line and did cash gifting. In our last session he had been unusually generous in tributes, even giving the next day via emails when not being milked. This was way beyond the norm for him.

    When I received one last gift, I thought it would be good to show him I could be an appreciative cash master. The ‘reward your fag’ that happens for good service. I met him in a chat and typed that he could make one request of me and I would not screw around in letting him have it.

    Tim: Anything Sir.

    Me: Nothing unsafe but yeah.

    Tim: Your word Sir? You’ll do it?

    Me: Yeah you fucking have my word. So, hurry up.

    So, I’m thinking he’d want a cam show flex session or something like it. 

    Tim: I want you to jerk off at my command until I tell you that you can stop. I want you to do it on cam and in a place I set up.

    Now that fucking took me by surprise. 

    Me: Are you fucking kidding me!

    Tim: You promised. So, I want to see you jerking off till you beg me to stop. Done on cam in the master’s chat room you sometimes fuck me over in. In front of everyone too.

    Me: Whoa that ain’t going to happen, boi.

    Tim: You promised. You didn’t say what wasn’t included. You promised.

    Shit he had me there. I told myself he was a devious little bastard but that I should have been smarter about what I promised. I tried to see if there was a way out. 

    Me: I didn’t promise that boi

    Tim: So, you lied.

    Me: No, I didn’t lie but that’s too far

    Tim: You didn’t say there were restrictions. Unless you aren’t man enough to keep your word. When I try to get out of stuff you call me a pussy. So, are you one? If you refuse, I’ll tell everyone you wimped out too.

    Fuck, if I refused, I looked like a pussy. Worse he’d inform anyone he met in the master’s room he got me to punk out. THAT was not happening. I did slow burn. 

    Tim: Well which is it Sir?

    I was mad as hell but we both knew I was stuck. 

    Me: Fuck okay. Tomorrow at 2pm in the master’s chat room.

    So, the next day I popped into the room. I’d picked 2pm figuring traffic in it would be light as it was a workday. If I had to do a “command performance” at least the damage might be limited. What I didn’t figure was Tim had spread the word among his fellow subs and they had naturally blabbed to their masters. The fucking chat room had fifty guys in it all ready to see me jerk off on cam and on my sub’s orders. As I stripped for the cam, I privately sent Tim a private message letting him know that, after this, his ass was mine. The bastard actually “lol” in a reply then added. DO IT BITCH! 

    So here is how it went. 

    Tim: Come on lube up that cock.

    Me: I am. So, fucking relax.

     I adjusted myself as I stood up from my chair. Even though I couldn’t see any faces I imagined all fifty subs and their masters watching me. All of them laughing their asses off. Many probably getting ready to masturbate too. I stroked my shaft trying to focus on getting off and then getting out of this cam show as fast as possible. 

    Tim: Problems getting hard Sir? You can skip it if you nicely ask me to let you off the hook.

    Me: Fuck you.

    I was but, after a few tricks I usually used in jerking off, I soon sprouted a good boner. 

    Tim: Fuck yes pull that cock. How you feeling? Want to ask me to stop?

    Me: Fuck…you

    By now I was fully into jerking off. Suddenly a series of typed lines flashed on the screen Basically other guys telling me to go for it . A few masters laughing about how stupid I looked. Actually, knowing subs were getting off, turned me on. Soon I was too into shooting my wad to care. I closed my eyes and let her rip. Honestly I gushed so hard my balls ached. When I opened my eyes my jizz was on the desktop and Tim had typed a message.

    Tim: Fuck yes. You really bitched out and shot that spunk.

    As I panted and wiped off the desktop, I saw his next line appear. 

    Tim: Good first shot but you promised to keep doing it until I let you stop. I’m going to make sure your nuts are drained.

    I stood there in shock as viewing masters and subs all typed in mocking trash talk. 

    Tim: Lube up boi. Masters and fags. Round two is about to start.

    It was right then I fully knew that, before this session was over, I was not only going to be totally fucked by my sub in front of everyone but also be ball-dry unless, I tried something. So, I privately messaged him

    Me: Okay you had your fun.

    Tim: You telling me my alpha cash master can’t get it up more than once. I mean if it’s true, I understand. We will have to tell this to everyone, you know. So I guess you just begged me to let you off,right?Me: No, wait.

    Up shits-creek. My choice was to perform or look even more pathetic as an alpha who couldn’t cum more than once.

    Me: I’m not letting you win, fag.

    Tim: Whose my good masturbator!

    I was angry but I lubed up and pumped by shaft as Tim and the others typed in mocking comments. It took me a bit longer, but I finally shot a load, Not as much as the first but respectable. I smiled at doing it until I saw Tim’s line appear.

    Tim: Again. Remember what you promised!

    I gritted my teeth and got to work. 

    Tim: Whose my good boi. I’m happy to stop if you admit I out-witted you.

    His smug attitude pissed me off. Besides my rep with him was on the line now. I was determined not to let him win. For the next twenty minutes I focused on jerking off. All though it Tim typed out shit like “good boi” or,“what a real bitch you turning out to be” followed by “yeah pussy, pump that cock”. I shot three more times. By now I was cupping my aching nuts and my body was streaked in sweat. I was panting. Fuck I must have looked like hell on cam too. 

    Tim: How does it feel being cunted by a fag? Give up yet? Tell me I kicked your ass and we can stop.

    Me: Fuck you

    I started what turned out to be my fourth and my last ejaculation, I felt as my balls were coming up through my shaft. I groaned and my body shook until nothing came out but a few pathetic bubbles. I wiped my greasy hand clean. I couldn’t do another. I typed.

    Me: I’m fucking done. You drained my nuts. Can we stop?

    Tim: If you ask me nice….

    By now I was ball-busted. I knew what had to be done. I did something no alpha does. I begged my sub for permission.

    Me: Okay fuck. Please can we stop.

    Tim: If you say it nice and add “Sir”, I will say your promise is over.

    My balls were fucked. I had nothing left in them. I was broken by my own fag and we both knew it. I did as instructed.

    Me: Sir, may I please stop jerking off.

    Tim: Just sent that admission to everyone.

    The screen lit up with “LOL” comments.The fucker had shown it to everyone! Right then, standing in front of the cam, sweating and my balls aching as I cupped them, I knew something. I had been played and mentally laid. My strutting alpha rep was as empty as my nuts. It was at the exact moment when my old self-image was mentally castrated, that a guy I knew as a master typed something onto the screen.

    Top-Dad: Got your entire show on tape esp the bit with the groveling at the end of the tape. You ain’t a master anymore bitch. Get ready to serve us real masters with cash gifts or it goes online. Agreed? Boi..well?

    A video flashed on my screen.There I was jerking off. Under my image was Tim’s typed lines ordering me around and mocking me with me jerking off like a bitch in heat. I had been so focused on masturbating I’d never paid attention to what had reaally been going on.

    Top-Dad: Waiting. So you ready to be our joint cash fag.LOL

    I was fucked. My own sub had set me up, bent me over, and rammed it up my ass. I was done. After this, no sub would ever take me seriously. Having been basically bitched by my own sub there was no use fighting what I now felt like inside. I just gave into my new role as a now totally gelded alpha. 

    Me: Okay. Agreed.

    Top-Dad: Okay what bitch -boi. Be specific that you agree to become out cash fag and be respectful too, boi. I’m ready to send this out unless you do it.

    I knew my reply. I slowly typed out my own alpha castration

    Me: I agree to cash fag to you, Sirs!

    My screen lit up with twenty guys typing the same line in large type:

    GOOD BOI!

    Like my nuts, my life as an alpha-dominant had been drained off. In this room I had been publicly taken by a sub. I could never live it down. My new future was now a fucking loser sub/cash fag to every master here. I thought about it, looked down and, to my shock….I WAS FULLY BONED!

    The End

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  • Initiation of Ryan

    Eddie wiped off the saliva and cum and ass juices covering his softening cock. He looked down at his crotch area, and then at the hot, naked body of his partner, on his back, breathing heavily, eyes closed, face flushed with a post-fuck expression on his handsome face.

    Eddie rubbed off the slime in his thick pubic hairs with a tissue. He considered showering, but he didn’t want to use his partner’s bathroom. He preferred to drive home and shower. He knew that if he used the shower here, his partner would follow him, and that would definitely result in a shower fuck. He sighed. He would love to fuck this hot guy again, under the shower, but he had to consider what might evolve this evening with his new acquisition.

    He looked at his naked partner achingly, feeling the usual twitch in his balls. The guy still had his legs spread. Eddie noticed drops of his own semen glistening on the guy’s upper thighs, some spots on the sheet under him.

    “Thank you, baby,” Eddie said with finality. “It was awesome.”

    His partner opened his eyes and took in a deep breath. Running his eyes over Eddie’s fit and hairy body, lingering on Eddie’s impressive cock, he asked, “Are you leaving, Eddie?”

    “Yea, man. Have to. Some things I need to do.”

    Eddie leaned over the guy, placing one hand on the guy’s thigh, and he kissed the still wet lips, thinking that the fuck this time was a bit less than “awesome.” He had grown a bit tired of the fucking session he just had, even though he had to admit that the guy was very hot. It was just that there was not enough grip on his cock as he fucked. The guy had had too many cocks up his ass, Eddie included, and it was kind of stretched a little too loose for Eddie’s liking.

    His new prospect, however, promised to be a tight, virgin ass. He shivered as he straightened and picked up his briefs, pulling them on. He finished dressing, gave his partner a quick kiss on the lips, and left.

    Eddie drove to a local market and shopped for some groceries in preparation for this evening. Nothing fancy. He was preparing a salad and some pasta dish with tomato sauce and cheese. He wanted to keep everything light for the ensuing bed activities he had in mind.

    Eddie had met Ryan in the gym that he usually frequented. Ryan was very attractively fit: little body hair, pronounced abs and pecs but not puffed up in muscles, hot masculine thighs that rippled with his exercising, brown-green eyes, perhaps hazel, but deep and full of expression, kissable mouth, longish straight light-brown hair. All in all, Ryan was hot and Eddie wanted him the second he spotted him on the treadmill.

    Although Ryan was some 6 years younger than 25-year old Eddie, he looked mature. At the same time, Eddie sensed inexperience and innocence in this 19-year old guy. As Eddie parked his car in the lot near the market, he visualized Ryan in the nude. Not that he had seen Ryan naked, but he could imagine the hot kid in his arms. He was looking forward to this evening.

    As he strolled down the aisles of the market, picking up what he needed, he reflected on how he had been able to reel Ryan in. Their first encounter had been in the gym and he had helped spotting Ryan, gazing down at the hot kid as he lifted weights. Eddie noticed the flat stomach, the nice crotch bulge, the muscled legs, and he had known even then that he needed to lure the kid to his bed. At that time, he hadn’t been sure how Ryan would react to his overtures.

    Eddie smiled when he recalled how Ryan had bit his lower lip when he suggested that they shower together, but had wistfully declined, showing nervousness. Eddie realized that the nervousness had not been the result of macho reluctance to be naked with another man, but more like fear of exposing desires that Ryan might have wanted to keep secret, or perhaps refused to acknowledge.

    Finally, Eddie had been able to convince Ryan to come over to his place for a “health” meal, this evening.

    Meanwhile, Ryan was lying on his back, in his bed, in his dorm room, naked, thinking about the coming invitation. Eddie was a hot guy, Ryan had to admit. But Eddie had been a bit overbearing. Ryan had never been with another guy, sexually that was. He was not sure whether he wanted to or not. The idea had crossed his mind a few times, especially when he eyed other young guys working out in the gym.

    Eddie, however, was something else. Ryan couldn’t put a finger on it, but Eddie seemed to have been able to push the right buttons. Ryan had accepted to go over to Eddie’s place. What was going to happen? The way Eddie looked at him was quite suggestive. Eddie did not seem effeminate or “gayish.” Neither was Ryan: two healthy young guys bonding. Over a salad or something. Something!

    Or was it just male bonding? Ryan was scared. He was almost sure that Eddie had other ulterior motives. Would he go for it? He had dated a few girls, but he had never had actual sex with any of them. One time, his date groped his crotch while he was driving. She even unzipped his fly and tried to get his dick out. But he had chickened, giving her the lame excuse of wanting to save this for a more appropriate setting. He had been almost sure that if he had relented, she would have given him head. But he just wouldn’t go for it.

    Was he gay? Was Eddie gay? Would this evening be about salads and health food and such? Or would there be something more? Better be prepared, Ryan thought as he got up, wrapped a towel around his lean waist, and headed for the shower.

    Eddie placed the brown shopping bags on the kitchen counter of his small one-bedroom apartment and he, too, headed for the shower. He shaved, thinking about his past relationships. Eddie knew that he had technique and experience when it came to sex. He had had both male and female partners, but his preference had always been for young men, for someone like Ryan. He glanced down at his cock, which by now had elongated into a semi-erection state, in anticipation.

    Eddie was quite certain about his sexual orientation and preferences, unlike Ryan. He was almost decided that he would make sure that Ryan shared his bed tonight. He reminded himself to change the sheets on the bed.

    But was Ryan gay? That was something Eddie was not quite sure of. Ryan had accepted the invitation to come over. But what of it? That didn’t mean that there was anything sexual about it, did it? Eddie had to come up with a strategy; that was for certain. In the shower, under the jet of water, Eddie grabbed his now erect penis, all 8 inches of it. He stroked slowly. He needed to fuck. He had just fucked a guy, a couple of hours ago, but his lust didn’t abate. Besides, the guy’s ass was like an empty wide tunnel, which Eddie hadn’t appreciated. Eddie wanted a tight ass, a virgin ass, Ryan’s ass.

    He wanted Ryan under him. He wanted to drive inside Ryan, deep, deep, deep. To feel the virgin ass clutch tightly around his hardness. To dump gallons of thick semen into Ryan’s bowels.

    With a deep heave, he turned off the water and stepped out, drying himself, saving his erection for his new acquisition. Well, it wasn’t an acquisition yet, but he was going to make sure that it would be. Soon. He put on a pair of shorts, without underwear, a loose t-shirt, and remained bare footed. His big dick outlined the shorts visibly. If that wasn’t a come on, nothing else would be.

    The salad was prepared and the pasta was ready to be dumped into the boiling water, when Ryan rang the doorbell.

    “Hi,” Eddie said with a big smile as he opened the door, the smile quickly changing to a look of surprise. Ryan was holding a bottle of wine!

    “Hey,” said Ryan, glancing at the pronounced crotch, and then back at Eddie’s face. “Something to add to the ‘healthy’ dinner.”

    The two men laughed and Eddie grabbed Ryan’s empty hand and pulled him inside.

    “I was hoping for more than just wine to add to the dinner,” Eddie said, somewhat suggestively. He had noticed Ryan’s swift glance to his crotch and the outlined dick. Eddie thought that, yes, he was going to get laid tonight.

    There was some small talk, about the gym and working out and stuff like that. About how a glass of wine was not just great for the body but also for the soul, and, Eddie thought, for the coming fuck.

    Ryan seemed to be nervous, so Eddie opened the wine bottle and they started on their first glass. Minute by minute, Eddie watched as Ryan began to relax. He had such a natural look about him that Eddie simply loved.

    Ryan was in loose, low-hanging jeans and a t-shirt. They sat on the couch, two guys “bonding.”

    After the last sip of wine, with no warning, Eddie leaned over and kissed Ryan on the lips. There was a deep moan, but an immediate withdrawal as Ryan broke the kiss and moved away.

    Shit, thought Eddie.

    “Whoa,” Ryan said, his breathing coming out fast. “What? I mean…” He didn’t seem to know what to say. He brought up his hand to his mouth and touched his lower lip which Eddie had just kissed.

    “Shall I start the pasta?” Eddie said as he stood up. If he had mistaken the signals from Ryan, if Ryan was straight, then this would be a lost cause. Might as well eat up.

    “Sorry, Eddie,” he heard Ryan say as he walked to the kitchenette. He also heard Ryan following him. “I didn’t mean… I mean… Oh, fuck, Eddie. Man, you just kissed me.”

    Eddie turned around, not angrily but disappointed, ripping open the pasta packet. “Yes. And you didn’t like it, judging by your reaction.”

    “Well…,” Ryan stammered. “It’s just.. just… Man, it was so sudden. Another guy kissing me… It just… it kinda blew my mind. And it’s not that I didn’t… didn’t like it or anything… just that… oh fuck, man, it just blew my mind.”

    “So you liked it though,” Eddie pushed, still hoping.

    The answer was in the eyes. Placing the uncooked pasta on the counter, Eddie pulled Ryan to him, put his arms around Ryan’s waist, and kissed him again on the mouth. He could feel the resisting, pursed lips against his, but he slowly, without relenting, forced Ryan’s mouth open with his tongue and pushed it into the kid’s mouth. He didn’t know whether the moans were his or Ryan’s, but they were loudly audible.

    The wine worked on Ryan. But when Eddie had leaned and placed his lips on his mouth, back then on the couch, he had chickened. Although it had felt so hot, although he had subconsciously desired it, Ryan had jolted away. He had immediately regretted his reaction. Why was he so skittish? He had acted like a teenage chick on her first date. OK, so he wasn’t experienced. So?  He was excited, wasn’t he? Or was he?

    Ryan had watched Eddie rise and walk away. He had to do something. Had Eddie been insulted? Dosomething, asshole, he had chided himself. But all he had been able to do was stammer.

    But now, as soon as he felt Eddie’s probing tongue, Eddie’s erection prodding his crotch, Eddie’s strong arms around his waist, Ryan melted.

    The two men kissed hungrily. Eddie reveled in the sexiness and youth of Ryan; Ryan was intoxicated by his first experience. He felt a man’s arms around him, a man’s lips rubbing against his, a man’s hardness against his thigh. Ryan realized as he sucked on Eddie’s tongue that this was a moment he had been waiting for, without his knowledge. Subconsciously, he had ached for this to happen, but consciously he just couldn’t get himself to do it, not up till now, not as he felt dizziness reach his head. Was it Eddie’s probing kiss? Or perhaps it was the wine?

    Eddie broke the intense kiss and turned around to take care of the pasta. Gingerly, hesitatingly, Ryan stepped up closer to Eddie and hugged him from behind, his arms reaching around the chest, feeling the manliness of the muscles. He kissed Eddie’s neck and ground on Eddie’s butt. Eddie felt both the need and the hesitation of the kid. He let him hump his ass. The kid was hard as a rock against his butt cheeks.

    The pasta was done. They started with the salad, then the pasta. Finished eating. Gulped down the last of the second glass of wine. Silently.

    The two young men sat opposite each other at the table, studying each other, reflecting. Eddie wanted to make love. He wanted this inexperienced young guy badly. He was desperate for the virgin hole to be explored, stretched, and fucked.

    Ryan was in a daze. He did want the hunk sitting opposite him. He did want to experience sex with Eddie. Eddie looked so sexy that it made Ryan’s heart beat fast. He found it difficult to swallow, as if there was something stuck in his throat. How was it like, he wondered, to make love to another man? He knew that he was soon going to find that out.

    Dinner over. Wine consumed.

    Without uttering a word, Eddie led Ryan to the bedroom.  Aware of Ryan’s inexperience, his fear, his hesitation, Eddie slowly undressed the beautiful young man. The specimen, naked, in front of him made him shiver with desire. Still in his shorts and t-shirt, Eddie moved from Ryan’s hot lips to his smooth chest. He worked the pink nipples until he felt them harden. His cock ached inside his shorts. But to his surprise, Ryan’s penis was still soft when he reached it with his mouth. He licked the soft length and the balls.

    Ryan threw his head back and shivered. His anxiety filled his whole body, but now with Eddie’s lips working his skin, he started to relax and focus. He felt the tingling in his balls as Eddie swallowed his flaccid cock, but which soon started to harden inside the wet sucking mouth. He erected hard as soon as he felt Eddie’s hand slide between his ass cheeks, rubbing, finding the hole, fingering round and round. He started to pump the hungry mouth.

    Using his experience and technique, Eddie took the whole 7 inches of uncut cock down his throat. He fondled the balls, squeezed the nipples, fingered the fuck hole, never letting go of the kid’s now rock hard cock. He slobbered on the tool, sucked, licked, deep-throated until he started to feel Ryan’s balls shrink in readiness to explode.

    Ryan was barely able to stand on his legs, which were growing weaker and weaker with every slurp on his dick, with every finger-prodding of his ass, with every squeeze on his nipples. He felt his nuts boil with stored semen. He was almost there, ready to shoot his load, when Eddie let go of his cock and stood up to engulf him in a strong, male embrace, covering his face with kisses.

    Eddie’s hard cock felt huge as it pressed on Ryan. When Eddie lay him down on the bed and climbed on top of him, quickly shedding off his shorts and t-shirt, the two cocks pressing on each other, the two pairs of lips sucking and kissing, Eddie’s hands on his head, in his hair, pulling him tighter, Ryan knew for certain that he was going to get fucked.

    Ryan was scared. Shitless!

    “Eddie,” he whispered between kisses, his voice husky but shaking. “Eddie, let me suck you?”

    Eddie didn’t need an invitation. He slid up and knelt across Ryan’s chest, feeling the tip of Ryan’s cock almost touching his lower back, and offered his 8-incher. Ryan was not used to sucking cock. Ryan had never sucked cock, actually. As he placed his lips around the round, silky knob, he felt vibrations streaming throughout his body. He stared with glazed eyes at Eddie’s thick, black, curly bush as he pressed his lips around the ridge. He tried to go down further on the shaft, but his gag reflex kicked in and he coughed off the cock.

    Eddie smiled down at Ryan.

    “Take it easy, Ryan,” Eddie said. “This is your first cock, isn’t it?”

    Ryan nodded, kissing the glistening head tenderly, flicking his tongue into the eye-like slit.

    “Then take it easy, baby. Go slow. Be comfortable,” Eddie advised, rubbing his wet cockhead around Ryan’s lips and face cheeks.

    Ryan was amazed by the silkiness as well as the hardness of this man-tool offered to him. He fisted the thick cock, licking the underside of the knob. Eddie moaned. For Ryan, the paradox between the strength behind a man’s hard cock and the softness of the spongy mushroom head of the same cock was intoxicating.

    “Yes, baby,” Eddie croaked. “Baby, suck it, lick it, fuck oh yes, baby.”

    This was a virgin mouth servicing Eddie’s cock. This made him even more excited. He thrust into the mouth, trying to ignore the choking. This time, Ryan didn’t pull away. He bravely tried to take the thick shaft. He got halfway down, but he had to stop. He just couldn’t breathe. He settled on working the upper half of the cock, fisting the lower half, feeling the throbbing of veins pressed against his palm. Again, he reveled at the power of this tool inside his mouth.

    Eddie was ready for some serious sex, however. But was Ryan? Eddie wondered. The kid wasn’t able to take his cock all the way into his throat; would he be able to take it up the ass?

    Eddie was going to try, at least to find out, to break Ryan’s virginity, to lead Ryan into the wonders of male sex.

    Eddie reached for the bottle of lubricant and the packet of condoms in the nightstand drawer. He watched Ryan’s eyes grow wide as the kid realized what was coming next. Ryan was thinking that there was no way he would be able to take the monster cock he was fisting inside his ass hole. Ryan shook with fear.

    “We’ll go slow, Ryan,” Eddie said placatingly as he sheathed his cock with a condom, rolling the coat over his thick shaft down to the base.

    “Never done that, Ed,” Ryan pleaded. “It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”

    Eddie smiled. Of course, it was going to hurt. Taking the thick cock up a virgin ass is no easy thing. But Eddie was determined. He had to fuck beautiful Ryan.

    “Tell you what,” Eddie suggested. “Why don’t you control the fucking?”

    Fucking? Ryan shivered. He was going to get fucked. Up the ass. By this huge man cock. Fuck. Ryan was scared beyond belief as he watched Eddie lie on his back, his thick cock gleaming with lube, erected, pointing straight up to the ceiling, sheathed, greased, and waiting.

    “Lower yourself on me,” Eddie instructed. “Go slow, baby. Just sit down on me and control it. I don’t want to force myself into you. You do it. Ride my cock.”

    “It’s so beautiful,” Ryan said as he placed his knees on either side of Eddie’s hip. “So beautiful, but so big. My god, it’s huge, Eddie.”

    “Come on, baby. You be the man and guide yourself on me. Make love to me. Ride my cock.”

    Eddie was fondling Ryan’s nipples. Ryan felt the knob between his ass cheeks as he settled down. He fisted the shaft and pushed down. Nothing. As if there was a brick wall down there instead of a hole. He tried harder, willing himself to open up. Nothing.

    “I can’t,” Ryan whimpered.

    “Easy, baby. Just relax. You do want me inside you, huh? Baby? I need for you to let me inside. Just relax and let your body press down.”

    Ryan felt the lips of his hole stretch against the thick knob. The pain started, but he kept at it, pushing down on the hard rod. Eddie was goading him on, pleading to be let in. With a brave push down, Ryan felt the cock head penetrate. He screamed.

    “Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. FuckfukcfuckFUCK!”

    Eddie nudged up a little holding onto the kid’s thighs, not letting him give up. Now he was in, he would not allow for Ryan to get off. He would just give him time.

    “Eddieeee. It fucking hurts. Oh, man. FUCK. IT FUCKING HURTS.” Ryan’s face more than expressed the excruciating pain shooting up his spine from his unbelievingly stretched ass.

    Holding Ryan’s squatting thighs, Eddie pushed up slowly, feeling some shaft slide in. “The worst is over, man. Settle down and enjoy it.”

    Even though he felt he was split in two, Ryan pushed down until he felt Eddie’s pubes against his balls. Ryan couldn’t move. The searing pain brought tears to his eyes. He was spiked. He placed both hands on Eddie’s sexy, hairy chest and tried his best to ignore the fire in his ass. Eddie started nudging, one or two inches out, then back in. The hole was so tight. Eddie was shaking with lust; he needed to fuck hard and deep, but he knew that he should go slowly. Unlike his earlier partner, whose fuck tunnel easily sucked him in, Ryan’s ass was like a vise choking the hard cock inside him. The tight grip around his erection sent shivers into Eddie’s balls.

    With eyes closed shut, breaths drawn quick and shallow, Ryan rode Eddie’s man dick. The fuck hole relaxed but was still quite tight and gripping. Ryan raised himself until he felt the cock head just inside his rim muscle, and then he sat back down all the way, feeling the rod push his insides deeper into his body. It felt like taking a dump somehow. But the fact that it was Eddie’s cock not a shit-turd inside his ass made Ryan fight back the feeling and start to enjoy his ride.

    Eddie was patient. He felt Ryan’s hole loosen its grip around his cock and he knew that Ryan was starting to enjoy getting fucked.

    “Oh, yea,” Eddie moaned. “I knew you could do it. I knew you wanted my cock inside you, baby. Yes. Ride the fucker.”

    Ryan rode the fucker. He could hear his balls slapping onto Eddie’s crotch every time he pushed down on the cock. Eddie met this with up thrusting. The two bodies meshed. Eddie placed both hands under Ryan’s butt cheeks, raising him in order to be able to fuck him. Now it was his turn to be in control.

    Easing Ryan backwards, not losing contact, Eddie was on top. Ryan’s legs were on his shoulders and the young lean smooth body was so inviting under him. He thrust. Ryan whimpered. The fucking soon evolved to become faster, harder, deeper. Eddie pounded the virgin ass.

    “Fuck me,” Ryan moaned to the surprise of both men. “Eddie, yes, fuck my ass.”

    It took some five minutes of pounding for Eddie to shoot his first load of the night into the condom. He exploded deep, feeling the squeeze of Ryan’s rim muscle around the base of his spewing cock. With the last spurt, he let himself down on top of Ryan and kissed him, their sweaty bodies swishing against each other. Eddie’s cock was flexing inside the fuck hole and he ground his crotch against the firm, fuzzy butt cheeks, pressing hard, remaining inside.

    Finally, Eddie slid out of the not-so-virgin ass, bent over the kid, and took Ryan’s cock in his mouth, driving deep to the base. Ryan’s scream was even louder than the one he emitted when he was penetrated by Eddie’s cock, followed by squirt after squirt of cum down Eddie’s throat. Eddie drank the young cream hungrily.

    Eddie and Ryan lay next to each other, sweating, breathing heavily, their cocks still twitching. Ryan’s ass was on fire. Eddie’s throat was sore. But they were happy. Ryan was finally initiated and Eddie knew that their future fucking would be more fulfilling, more intense.

    Eddie was right.

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  • Hera and The Flowers

    PREFACE

    Long ago and far beyond the galaxies…

    *

    HERA AND THE FLOWERS

    Hera was pissed.

    About just about everything.

    She shrieked until a pasty-faced nymph showed up, bowing and scraping.

    “Yes, mistress most divine?”

    “Where in Hades is everyone?”

    The nymph quaked. “Not in Hades, your celestial greatness. Most are at the games.”

    “Games?” her voice rose the way Dame Edith Evans’ would one day. “What games?”

    “The ones near the mountain down there,” she pointed a trembling finger through a hole in the clouds down at Olympus, “where pretty naked youths, well oiled, are running around and tossing things and lifting other things and wrestling each other and otherwise strutting their…stuff.”

    In one breath. This twat could talk the arms off a statue of Aphrodite.

    “What is your name, girl?”

    “Oh heavenly harlot, I am called Echo.”

    You-know-who thought better than to risk inquiry into that. She tucked away the name for some future curse. Calmly, she asked, “Are there no creatures about?”

    Echo’s thoughts ricocheted in her seldom-used cranium. “I saw two chimeras loitering by the cesspool.”

    “They’ll do. Fetch them at once.”

    “If they ask why…?”

    “WHY? Whyis because I require their service. And they’d damn well better grovel if they make me wait.” She flung her arm imperiously, “Now hie thee thither!”

    Has she a lisp? Echo worried as she dashed.

    Hera scratched (the myth says not where) and fretted. I meant hither, as in yon.

    Rumbly noises and a foul-smelling miasma signaled the beasts’ eventual arrival. The hideous things made clumsy obeisances. Their snake tails hissed, their goats’ heads fought over a tin can, and their lion’s heads roared, spat a few flames.

    “Cut that out!” Hera said sharply. Her snapping fingers sounded like a snare drum to come.

    The chimeras settled down uneasily. One snake stuck half a tongue out at the other, thinking, I’ll fork you later. A half-chewed tin can clanked to marble marquetry that only a big-time goddess could have in front of her throne. The lions, on best behavior, purred.

    Okay. Time to reckon with our stupid decorator. Chloris may have fooled my husband with her cloud-to-cloud carpets of posies and their riots of colors – Miss Goody Two-Sandals! Flora by any other name’s just a stand-in for another hot pussy wanting Big Z to dork her. If he hasn’t already. Must have…

    “I have an assignment you’ll enjoy.”

    Six heads faced up.

    Sitting erect, boobs proudly thrust in their general direction, Hera made an imposing sight.

    She decided to show interest by asking their names.

    The more distant serpent said, “I’m Ssslink. He’s Ssslither.”

    She glanced at the goats.

    “I’m Nanko. She’s Nanny,” the male bleated.

    “And you two?”

    “Simba”

    “Kimba.”

    What do they do for sex? Or how? Oh well…

    “I take it you know who I am?”

    “Yes, Empress of All, they do.” It was the distant voice of Echo, who had found her capitalizations. Timorous, she was hiding behind a column no one knew was up in the sky. Whitest marble enrobed by pure-white clouds billowing about and around.

    Hard to see. Heads twisted in every direction.

    “Ahem!” Hera cleared her throat to focus attention. “I want you to rip up the botanicals all over this realm. Nanko and Nanny, your horns can do a lot and you can nibble all you want. Simba and Kimba, it’s your sharp claws I’m counting on – and that fire-breathing act you do so well. Wilt everything frilly-dilly fern and flowering branch you can’t shred.”

    “What about usss?”

    Hera, who had thought of everything, smiled, “Any creature that gets in the way of this decreed project, you sink your fangs into and thoroughly envenom them.”

    “Whee!”

    “Wait!” she commanded. Hadn’t thought of everything. “Skip the orange and apple trees and my fig bushes. Their fruit’s good.” Again on the verge of dismissing the bobbingly ready-to-rip chimeras, it occurred to Hera to add, “For a good job, there’ll be a reward.”

    Six heads turned, their twelve nostrils wide.

    “There’ll be permanent employment waiting for you. You know where Hades’ palace is at the juncture of the Lethe and Styx rivers?”

    Lots of nods. Curious glances

    “My former crush Hades has set up an underworld resort on the opposite bank – and – he wants you to work there with your brothers, Cerberus and Hydra. Plus, Medusa’s the greeter. You’ll have a gay, old-time-and-for-all-time, reunion.”

    “Medussssa – Yesss and yessssss!”

    Bleat! Bleat!

    Roar! Roar!

    “Stop slobbering and don’t scratch my marquetry! Now” – she flung her imperious arm – “go!”

    ***

    Wasn’t long before a howling, screeching, hair-pulling, tragedy-fraught Chloris, periwinkle seeds scattering, barged into Big Z’s private quarters where, on a golden couch, he was dallying with a uselessly protesting athlete recently plucked from the Olympics.

    Ringlets, dimples, a muscular torso, an appropriately tiny packet, and a butt to die for.

    Head of All He Surveyed, Big Z was using his butchest bass voice, “Yours is the cutest tush to grace my sight in centuries.”

    A squealing little boy ran naked through the room, chased by a slightly more mature, equally naked youth waving a set of beautiful amethyst anal beads and calling out, “You have to get started!”

    “Who in heaven are they?” the athlete asked, pushing nervously at something poking him in the rear.

    “My new ’Mede and the out-going one, who’s headed for manhood, so no longer useful. Now, be still, and you won’t feel a thing. Well, maybe not too much. I’ll adjust. Mine is the most divine lube.”

    Chloris wailed with the force of a whole chorus.

    The athlete sighed, “Unnnnhhh, you have a point.” Relaxed, he let the god have his way. I’m a good Greek athlete. I can take it.

    Without missing a beat, Big Z eyed Chloris balefully. “Beg all you want. I’m not going to fuck you again. My wife was furious.”

    “It’s your wife!” she said, making an awful face.

    “Hera wants to fuck you? Not like her, but…”

    “No, she tore out all my lush plantings. Why Botticelli’ll have nothing to inspire his…his Springtime thing with Zephyrus and Mercury – I mean, Hermes – and the Graces and me and…and what about his Aphrodite on the Half Shell with Zephyrus and me and…and?” She ran out of names to bandy.

    “Zephyrus blows all of ’em,” the god grumbled, doing his level best not to break rhythm with the athlete, whose name, Pheidippides, he hadn’t bothered to ask.

    “Yes, but he’s marrying ME!”

    Much annoyed by now, Big Z was callous, “You want eternal blow jobs? You don’t even have a dick!”

    A deafening brouhaha broke their impasse. Other divine beings rushed in in hysterics, jostling poor, weepy Chloris to one side.

    According to later scribal hands, such caterwauling had never broken the celestial peace the way this did.

    Strong limbed Artemis, arrows quivering, got there first. “Your wife tore up my carnations!”

    Hermes, he of overall gorgeousness, waved his caduceus threateningly, “She trashed my crocuses!”

    All of heaven grew brighter with Apollo’s arrival in a chariot pulled by no less a mount than Pegasus. Angry but polite enough to greet Artemis, “Hi, sis,” before turning the sunshine of his best smile toward the couch, he said respectfully, “Hello, pops. Sorry to arrive before Hermes had his chance to herald me and while you’re occupied – say, he’s adorable! – but your wife destroyed my beloved hyacinths. And, I understand, even Ajax’s larkspurs.”

    “Yoo-hoo,” came from behind a far-distant column.

    “Hark,” said Hermes, whose hearing was particularly good. “The voice of gentle Echo.”

    From behind her distant column, she sobbed in the soprano range, “And my narcissuses!”

    “That does it!” Big Z thundered.

    He retracted from the panting athlete, patted him on the behind, and said, “Look, I’m sorry to have to abandon our exercise but I’ve a bitch that needs attending to. You go with my son, the Sun, Apollo, over there. He’ll finish what I started and, if you take him well, he’ll doubtless make you a special gift of something like super heroism and give you a ride back downstairs. Say, to Marathon?”

    Without the loss of a second, Apollo reached for goofily-grinning, starry-eyed Pheidippides, drew him into an embrace of promising…uh…warmth, flicked Pegasus’ reins, and off they started, fleecy clouds roiling in the chariot’s wake.

    Chloris accepted Artemis’ consolation – and they went off together. “I have a wilderness where you can plant all the flowers you want – and I’ll make sure Botticelli knows where to find them when his time comes.”

    With nobody left in the vicinity, Hermes felt sorry for himself when, out of the azure arrived Eros, who was looking really good.

    “Hiya, Hermes. Looking for a good time?”

    “Oh Eros, yes. I haven’t been in the sack in ages, not since poor Crocus…”

    “Shhh. Don’t worry. Love will bloom with you right there on Big Z’s couch. Don’t mind the splotches.”

    As a wise someone said, “Boys will be boys.”

    And they were.

    ***

    Echo, who wasn’t about to desert her hiding place, peeked toward the humongous black cloud settling over Hera’s place. Serves her right, all those lightning bolts! Maybe he’ll really zap her.

    The whole universe heard, “COW-FACED, VENGEFUL SKANK, SHOW YOURSELF! YOUR HUSBAND, KING, AND GOD COMMANDS OBEDIENCE!”

    The whole universe listened.

    Heard no response.

    Hera, some hastily applied makeup on her cheeks, checked her tits, and donned a fresh chiton. On her way to the door, she cued her lyre-player who, for ambience, began plucking away at the Fourth Delphic Hymn.

    She found Zeus standing, arms folded, back to her. Where there had been the most gloriously arrayed flowers of every sort, ferns galore, ivy, and moss, there now were some bare boulders, a few tall cacti, and a lot of raked sand.

    “Who is responsible for this?” Steam practically came out of his ears. He fumed.

    Hera decided to play dumb, with caution. “Some little, bustling Jomon workers. They said gardens of this sort would become popular one day and known by a catchy word, Zen. Isn’t that nice? ” She added a serious note, “The aesthetic principle, or Tao, is ‘Less is more.’” Coyly, she went too far: “History will record that I was a pioneer of an important artistic style in garden design and execution.”

    Execution – there’s an idea. You-know-who thought that.

    Forming himself into a vicious whirlwind, Big Z whisked Hera dizzyingly to her long-deserted bed, crammed the Fear of God into her, waited for her to catch a few breaths, and then made terrifying eye contact. “You want this?”

    “Yes, husband dearest.” She was all googly-eyed. “It’s been a millennium.”

    “Two conditions: Next time I’m here, I’d better see some narcissuses, larkspurs, hyacinths, crocuses, and carnations; and, while I don’t care who or what you dally with, I will be the master of such flirtations, amours, intrigues, pickups, and toy-boys as befits my station…without…any…sign…ever…again…of jealousy…on your part.”

    “Yes, Belovèd of the Ages. Now…”

    Big Z banged and juiced ol’ Hera till she cooed and mewled – by dead reckoning, about a month.

    ***

    To celebrate the first anniversary of the Most Heavenly Couple’s pact, a picnic was held on Hera’s grounds. Hades and Persephone were first to arrive, bearing barbecued ribs. Thanked by Hera herself (who did not want to know whose ribs they were), the Underworld rulers were pointed to a trail “to see all my lovely flowers. Start with the crocuses…”

    Artemis and Chloris (Zephyrus had to work) showed up with several salads (a particularly tasty one had fresh venison in it). One of the Nereids, acting as a handmaiden of Hera’s, thanked them and urged that they catch up with Hades and Persephone, “To see the mistress’ flowers. Crocuses and hyacinths…”

    Hephaestus (cleaned up after working at his forge) and Aphrodite (elegantly clean, she always received whistles) contributed a basket of chips – marble chips from one of his statues which Big Z delightedly turned into potato-thins, slightly accented by dashes of salt brought by Poseidon and Amphitrite along with plenty of dried fish. He detailed his newest ’Mede to show the quartet his wife’s “flower trail.” Darling little thing happily did so, a pearl dropping from his chubby behind now and then. He piped, “See the larkspurs and bloody-red carnations!”

    Dionysus and Ariadne willingly had agreed to furnish barrels of wine and mead (They always had plenty). “What an entrance!” Hera declared, when she saw they had His Mightiness the Minotaur pulling their cart.

    While unloading was underway, she whispered to the Minotaur where to find the other monsters. “They’re living it up, that way, past the Elysian Fields, all expenses paid, at the Stygian Resort down in Hades. You trot off and have a good time, y’hear?”

    A whinny later, he galloped away.

    Other deities major and minor supplied napery, blankets, cushions, and pillows.

    After sundown when Selene and her moon took over the sky, Apollo rode in with Hermes and Eros, nude and excited. The three gaily tossed spicy sweetmeats to one and all before retiring to a distant copse to dance lubricious largos and fuck like rabbits.

    Through it all, Echo traipsed from group to group distributing Hera’s home-grown apples, oranges, and figs which she endorsed as “simply delicious.”

    Right after Echo there followed another of the Nereids handing out small vials of “olive oil for the orgy.” Every time she said it was “extra-virgin,” she giggled, thinking, There’s a virgin in this gang?

    *

    Thus peace, beauty, and deeply penetrative sex brought calm to the Universe’s everlasting concentric, crystalline spheres.

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  • Going the extra ‘Miles’

    Jobs, friendships and dating life wasn’t what I expected where I moved to years ago so I decided to move back to my home state for a new start. I wanted all new furniture. Unfortunately, I didn’t expect the pandemic to cause such a mess with getting new furniture this late in the year. Everything I wanted was months back ordered so I had to shop around – A LOT – to find what I wanted and what could be delivered in a modest time frame.

    Eventually I found what I wanted and had it ordered from two different stores. One store kept moving back the delivery dates so imagine my surprise when the other store said they could have the chair delivered this coming Saturday and the dining table and chairs the following Saturday. I would get a text the day prior with a window of time for delivery. When the washer and dry were delivered, they were well past their window so I assumed the chair would be as well.

    Friday the text came and said the window was 1030AM to 230PM. Based on my washer and dryer delivery, I figured the chair would arrive around 3PM Saturday so I slept in a bit longer on Saturday than normal. I woke up around 9AM and stumbled in to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. As I stepped out to dry off I heard a knock on the door; the dog started barking. I wrapped the towel around me and looked through the peep hole. There stood a rather attractive black man. I looked at the clock and it was 920AM. I pulled open the door slightly.

    “Hi, you ordered a chair?” he said.

    “Oh yeah. You’re super early though – earlier than I expected!” I said as I pulled open the door a bit more. His eyes moved down my still not completely dry body to the towel, then back up.

    “Yeah – I wanted an early start” he said.

    “Better than late!” I replied with a smile which he returned. “Let me put up the dog and get dressed.”

    “And I’ll get the chair” he said turning around and walking back to the truck. I stepped out slightly and watched him walk away noticing his nice round ass and wide shoulders. He turned around and smiled at me. I was busted checking out his ass but didn’t care. I didn’t’ know this guy, unfortunately.

    A minute or so later I had pulled on a shirt and up a pair of shorts as he came back to the door. He entered carrying the rather heavy chair all by himself. As he started putting the legs of the chair on, we started talking.

    He told me about how deliveries are delayed and people are upset and yelling at him for things out of his control, how the lady the day prior was made because the furniture was to big for her place and tried to blame him, etc. As he talked, I watched him intently. I noticed he was taller than me and was built like a runner. His smile was enchanting and his teeth white and straight, big hands and hairy legs.

    “If I would have know you were going to be this early I would have made some coffee for ya’” I said in a flirting manner.

    He stood up from the chair. “That would have been nice but you would have had to get out of the shower a little sooner for that!”

    “True that” I replied.

    “But at least you smelled good” he said. “I stink by the end of the day, sweating and all.”

    “Well, next time you deliver here, make my stop the last and you can shower” I said with a smirk.

    “Ah you’re offering full service then?” he said with a laugh.

    “Total, full service” I replied. He looked straight at me.

    “And I almost had a show” he said with a laugh.

    “Like I said, full service” I said laughing spinning around with my arms out wide as if I was on display.

    “Well, I can’t control how they pack the truck, but next week I’ll bring your chairs and table early so maybe I could take you up on that cup of coffee” he said. “But now, I have to take a picture of the chair to show I delivered it….” He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture.

    “Have a good day” he said as he turned to leave.

    “Thanks. You too” I replied as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.

    A few seconds later I heard a knock and opened it to see him standing there.

    “I forgot this” he said handing me the warranty card for the chair and a business card.

    “This is your warranty card and this” he points to the business card “is my card with my number on it in case you need, or want, anything.”

    “Oh thanks…” I scanned the card “Miles!” I said with a smile. “Cool name” I complimented him looking past his long eye lashes in to his deep brown eyes.

    “Thanks. That’s my personal number so that’s the number I’ll text you from next week when I bring your dining table and chairs.”

    “Sounds good Miles. Oh and I’m Todd”

    “See you next week, Todd” he said.

    “Coffee and a show?” I asked pointing at him as I smiled.

    “Works for me! See ya’!” he said as he walked backwards a few steps, then turned around and trotted back to his truck.

    The following Friday I received a text that the table and chairs would be delivered between 930AM and 12PM. I woke up early, got a shower and waited. 835AM I get another text. It was from Miles’ phone and said he was on his way with the table and chairs. I replied telling him there would be coffee here for him.

    He arrived about 10 minutes later and unloaded the table and chairs. While he was walking back and forth I got a better look at him. He was probably 6’2” easily, wide shoulders, nice arms with biceps that said ‘fit’ and not ‘lifter’. We talked a bit and he stopped for a minute to share some coffee. We found out we’re both single and both relocated back to the area. He was heading to the area in a couple weeks that I just relocated from. We seemed to have a connection.

    “Well, my day is just starting so I should go. Thanks for the coffee!” he said as he walked towards the door.

    “If you want, since you’re going to Tampa in a couple weeks, I could suggest some places to eat or go while you’re there” I offered.

    “Oh that would be great!” he replied enthusiastically. “Maybe we could meet up tonight and hang out?”

    “Sounds good. And hey, you know where I live!” I said with a chuckle.

    “True true. I’’m off around 6 so say….8PM?”

    “Works for me! Just make sure you’re showered so you’re not stinky!” I said with a smile.

    “Absolutely! See you then, Todd!” he said as he ran back to his truck. I watched him leave and he waived at me. It made me feel good as I hadn’t yet connected with anyone here since I’ve been back.

    I made sure I was clean and man-scaped properly, which was my normal Saturday routine anyway. At least that’s how I tried to convince myself, trying not to get my hopes up that there would be anything more than a hang out.

    A knock at the door came a tad bit before 8PM. He was early and I liked that. I opened the door and greeted the most handsome and sexy black man I have seen in person. I was taken aback slightly as he was more formally dressed than before.

    “Is this too much? I wasn’t sure what to wear” he admitted.

    “Not it’s fine. You look….fine….” I said blushing slightly. “I just haven’t seen you in anything other that shorts and a work shirt, that’s all. Please, come in and make yourself comfortable.”

    “Beer?” I asked.

    “No thanks, I’m not a beer guy. I’m more of a wine guy…. not that I’m asking for anything!” he said nervously.

    “I don’t yet have any wine, sorry. I have some soda and beet and water” I offered.

    “Water would be good” he said standing up and walked towards the kitchen. “I don’t need the unnecessary calories!” he replied as he patted his flat stomach.

    “As if you have to worry about calories!” I said.

    He laughed. “I try to stay in shape” he replied.

    “I can tell” I said without thinking.

    “Glad you noticed” was his reply. “You do, too” he said pointing at me as I handed him a glass of ice water.

    “No, not really” I confessed. “Everything in moderation!”

    “Well, you look good” he said taking a drink.

    “Thanks. I’m’ just a regular guy.” I replied

    “I am, too” he protested.

    “Well, yeah but not really. You’re trim and fit…” I said looking him up and down. “Tall….and you can pick up a chair by yourself” I said pointing at the chair he delivered last week. He smiled and looked down sheepishly.

    “Thank you. But I’d much rather look like you” he said shyly.

    “Why?!?” I blurted out. “You’re a good looking guy, you seem nice, assuming you won’t kill me in the next couple of minutes, I wonder why you’re single!”

    He looked up from the ground with a look on his face that’s hard to describe. It was a combination of fear and dread but also of lust.

    “Well, I won’t be killing anyone tonight, that’s for sure. But I do have to admit something” he said training off.

    “Well, if you’re not a murderer, it can’t be that bad” I said with a bit of internal relief. “So what is it?”

    After a few seconds he looked up. “I’m gay” was his response.

    “Okay, me too!” I said with a sigh. “And…?”

    “And….I’m very attracted to you and wasn’t sure if you were attracted to me so I wasn’t sure what to wear, how you’d react or even if I should come over tonight. I don’t know you and didn’t know how you’d respond or….”

    I walked over to him and kissed him hard. I felt him initially tense, then relax as my tongue explored him warm mouth. I pulled back.

    “Does that answer your questions?” I asked.

    He looked at me with those big brown eyes, his long lashes seemingly bigger than before.

    “Well, yeah… a lil’ bit” he replied with a smile. Then he laughed.

    “What’s so funny, Mr. Miles?” I asked.

    “I’ve never kissed a guy with a beard before. I felt….really good” he admitted.

    “I’m glad” I said as I stepped back to the other side of the counter. I noticed he was hard under his shorts. “It’s more of a week stubble than a full beard, though.”

    “The few specks of grey in it….I love it!” he admitted.

    “It seems you really did like it!” I said looking at his bulge.

    “Is it that obvious? But you know what I’d really like?” he asked.

    “What’s that?”

    “Some more of that” he said as he stepped towards me.

    “My pleasure” I said. I stepped over towards him and kissed him again. This time, he kissed back – hard! His mouth expressed his eagerness with aplomb. His tongue courageously explored my mouth and it felt good. The noise my stubble made as it scrapped my mouth was erotic on its own. As I moved from his mouth down to his neck, his strong hands grabbed my hair and started to push me down.

    “Hang on, bud!” I said. “Let me work at my own pace!”

    He moaned, but didn’t object and, while he continued to grasp my hair, he stopped pushing me down. I went back to his neck and kissed it slightly. His smell wafted in my nose; it was a strange, and yet intoxicating, combination of lavender and musk. I must admit, if I wasn’t turned on before I most certainly was now!

    I moved from the side of his neck to the nap, and unbuttoned a couple buttons. His chest was initially smooth, but the further I felt a few hairs as I moved further down. He pulled my body closer to his as I finished unbuttoning his shirt. His flat stomach was, indeed, flat, but he also had abs. Abs that were covered in black hair that trailed up and narrowed until it stopped right at his sternum. I sat back on my haunches and looked at him. His chest was squared and flat, but much more defined than his clothing suggested. His chest was made complete by a patch of chest hair right in the middle.

    I smiled and looked up to him, watching his chest heave with every breath. I leaned in and rose up, my lips kissing his way back up to his neck, where I nibbled slightly. He pushed me back.

    “Take off your shirt” he commanded. I did so.

    “Damn” he said as we stood there, me shirtless and him shirt open.

    “I love a hairy guy” he said as he reached over and ran his hands through my chest hair. “And it’s so soft” he said in amazement.

    “I’m glad, man” I replied as I closed my eyes and relished in his touch. His hands, which were so strong and forceful a minute ago, were now gentle and almost kind. He sent shivers though my body when he found a pinched my erect nipple.

    “I’m not nearly as sexy as you, but I do okay I guess” I mused.

    “It works for me” he said taking my hand and placing it on his bulge. I could feel it throb a couple of times with my initial touch.

    “I see that it does” I hissed through my teeth, as I bent down and got eye-to-eye with his hairy abs. I placed the side of my head against those hairy abs as I reached over an unbuttoned his shorts, pulling them down. His white boxer briefs shown brilliantly against his caramel skin.

    I grabbed his ass – it was round and firm – and hooking my fingers to his waistband, pulled them down slowly. With the rear down below his ass cheeks, which were fortunately hairy, I moved my fingers around to the front. I could feel his hairy cum-gutters so I slowed down, enjoying the feeling of every hair.

    The hair increased in thickness as I got to the front. I pulled down his underwear exposing more and more of his manly, but perfectly trimmed, pubic hair. Soon, I could see the base of his cock, so I leaned in and slowly kissed it. I could feel the blood pump through it with each beat of his heart. I continued pulling his briefs down slowly as I licked and kissed his pulsating dick. I noted how wide the base of his cock was until, finally, I pulled his briefs down enough that his cock sprung out, hitting the underside of my chin with a heavy ‘slap’.

    It was at this point I noticed my own, leaking cock, straining hard against my own shorts. I reached down and felt a big wet spot on my shorts – I pre-cum and the more excited I am, the more I leak. I reached up and grabbed his cock, pulling my mouth along its veiny and impressively thick shaft. I guessed his cock to be, at least, eight inches long, upward curve and ended in big, cut, mushroom head, complete with a pearl of pre-cum present.

    “Come here” I heard from above me. Miles pulled me up and kissed me, pushing me back against the counter. He bent down and went directly to my left nipple. He licked it causing an electric sensation to flood my body. I looked down and watched his buzzed head move around my defenseless nipple. I could feel my own cock plump up. It was then I felt a familiar strong hand grab my crotch.

    “Looks like you like this” Miles said, looking up at me with my nipple still being delightfully tortured. In one quick movement he moved from my nipple to my shorts. He quickly pulled them down. I helped kicking them off to the side as he ripped my boxers off, releasing my cock.

    “Damn! White boy got a big dick…” he said, inspecting my cock. While I wasn’t as long or thick as his, my head was bigger than his. “I do alright” I replied.

    “More than alright….I have plans for this thing!” he said as he took it into his mouth, burying his nose deep in to my own trimmed bush. His mouth was so warm. And he did something I’ve not had anyone de before: he was able to put my cock down his throat and squeeze it like a snake swallowing its prey. It was heaven.

    Normally I insist on doing the sucking but this guy convinced me he was more than capable to work my cock. After minutes of slurping and using my balls as a punching bag for his chin, he stood up, my cock popping out of his mouth.

    “I want you inside me” he growled. This time, the look on his face was nothing but lust.

    “I don’t have any rubbers” I admitted.

    “That’s fine – I have a couple in the car – I’ll run out and get one” he said, putting himself together.

    “I’ll meet you in the bedroom” I said as he bolted out the door.

    Less than a minute later, he came back in and met me in the bedroom. I was still hard as a rock and he was, too. He shed his clothes quicker than I thought possible.

    “Stop!” I yelled – he stood there naked.

    “What?!” he asked.

    “I just wanted to see you like this” I said. His body was spectacular: wide shoulders, square chest, hairy abs, big block cock nestled in a black bush, hanging balls and muscular legs. My cock begs for more attention from this Adonis but I knew good things come to those who wait.

    He crawled in to bed next to me, his cock resting on my thigh as he ran his hand up my hairy thighs, cupping my nuts, and up through my hairy belly and chest. In doing so, he leaned in and kissed me suggestively.

    I reached over and pulled him on top of me. He body weight pushing me down in to the mattress. I wrapped my arms around his wide shoulders; I could feel his dick grind in to my balls. As he moved around I could also feel my pre-cum being smeared around like warm paste. I wrapped my legs around his hairy ass and locked him in to an embrace, adoring the feeling of our bodies together. Breaking my concentration, he placed both hands on my chest and rose up off of me. He reached over for the rubber he tossed on the mattress.

    “The lube is over there” I said reaching for my night stand.

    “Don’t need it; I’ll use yours” he said. He reached down and milked my dick hard, pushing loads of pre-cum out of it. I moaned as it hurt but felt good at the same time. He reached back and lubed up his hole as I pulled the rubber over my cock.

    He propped himself up at an angle on one leg and positioned himself directly over my cock. He leaned towards me and set down his leg he used to prop himself up near my arm pit, right across from the other one. As he lubed up my cock with my own juices, his dick bounced in front of me. I couldn’t resist and leaned in and took the head of his black meat in my mouth. His dick head grew in my mouth as I wormed my tongue around it. He moaned as he slowed the stroking of my own cock. He held it at its based and squeezed hard.

    He pulled his body back, popping his cock out of my mouth, and positioned my cock on his hole. He lowered himself back. I felt my cock slide in to his hole. The heat his hole generated was immense. I could tell he was turned on more than he seemed. His head as rolled back and I watched his abs tense up as he lowered himself on to me more and more. I could feel even inch of his insides envelope my cock. After a few inched he pulled his hand away and collapsed his hairy, round ass on my crotch, engulfing my cock fully.

    He sat back, bracing himself on my thighs. His cock standing up at attention, I watched his balls pull up and swirl around and he twisted his ass around my cock like a pro. I reached up and rubbed his hairy abs. I could tell they were still tense.

    “God your dick is so big!” he cried as he pulled one foot from behind him to in front of him. “Fuck!” he gasped as he pulled his other foot to parallel each other. He leaned in and bragged the back of my head and raised his ass. I pulled his balls aside so I could watch my cock slide out of him, his ass hairs sticking to my lubed cock. Then he lowered himself back down, releasing all the air from his lungs. I moaned and I felt his ass squeeze my cock yet again.

    “Fuck me, white boy!” he said as he raised himself up again. I hooked my arms around his strong thighs and started punching his prostrate with my big dick head. He groaned and moaned and cried as I fuck his round ass. I could feel his balls slapping my stomach.

    “Hold your balls up, baby!” I said. He reached down and pulled his low hanger up. I continued to thrusts up in to him, watching him take ever inch. After a few minutes he pulled off of me.

    “Damn. You’re killing me!” he said with a smile. “But I’m about to cum, how ‘bout you?”

    “I’m waiting on you” I said trying to catch my breath.

    “Then let’s do it!” he said sitting back down on to me, my cock slipping in easier than originally, but his insides still as tight as before. He started bouncing up and down on me while his cock bounced up and down, slapping my stomach, then his abs, then my stomach, then his abs…..I knew I wouldn’t last much longer and wanted him to go first so I grabbed his giant bouncing meat and started jacking him. By this time he had produced enough of his own juices I could lube him up pretty good.

    “Oh god!” he screamed. “I’m gonna nut dude!”

    I saw his balls draw up as he continued to bounce on me and I shot my load into the rubber! I moaned as the second shot of my cum was met by his ass squeezing my cock as he started to shoot his own load. White, almost steaming, nut shot out of his big brown cock head. He continued bouncing on my emptying cock as he emptied his own nut sac. His white cum covered my chest hair. It was thick and coated my chest hair. He looked down as he continued dumping his sperm on to me. His squeezing ass pushed my cock out of his hole as he rose up.

    “Fuck me!” he said as he collapsed on the bed next to me breathing heavily.

    “I think I just did” I replied. We both chuckled.

    My cock laid on my thigh, rubber filled with cum. I looked over and his cock was shrinking but still had white Miles’ juice leaking out of it. I reached over and squeezed it, mesmerized by the thickness it remained while not fully hard. I admit, I was envious.

    “I think we need to clean up, well, at least I do” I said with a smile.

    We both cleaned up and got dressed.

    “That was awesome! I wanted to do that since the first day I saw you but didn’t know you’d have a dick like that, or the skills!” he said.

    “I’m glad you delivered my chair” I said ironically.

    “Me too. Say, what are you doing when I get back from Tampa?” he asked.

    “Not sure, what do you suggest?”

    “Was thinking we could try this again, but maybe, I could fuck you?” he said sheepishly.

    “You read my mind Miles!” I said. “Text me when you get back and we’ll go from there” I suggested.

    This past Friday was two weeks since this first experience with Miles. And boy, do I have a story about what happened after the text I received from Miles this past Thursday!

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  • Wood City

    Orientation?

    Pete offered to drive Owen straight to the university halls. Luckily he hadn’t taken most of his luggage on the bus. That was getting delivered tomorrow. Sitting in the passenger seat of Pete’s car, Owen looked out the window as they drove away from the bus depot and towards Wood City. Owen didn’t know how to start the small talk. Minutes ago this man and his friends had sucked, rimmed and gangbanged him in a public toilet. The first step of joining some elite sex club they had formed. The men all seemed to come from different walks of life and had literally picked him randomly at the bus station.

    “I bet you’re wondering about The Club?” Pete asked. “I was weirded out too at first. And I was looking for it ya know? They didn’t randomly pick me up at the bus station.”

    “Yeah… It all kinda happened really quick…” Owen’s voice faded. Realising he might risk Pete thinking he was unsure, he cheered up his tone. “I loved it though. I mean you were amazing. You all were.”

    “Oh we could tell you loved it. Rod has like a sixth sense for finding guys. He was the first guy to breed me in The Club too. It’s actually kind of amazing. All the guys are pretty chill. No one judges anyone. You can blow off steam. Try new stuff. We help each other out. For example; I’m the chef in the cafe at the bus station. I have the keys to the restroom. If we feel like hanging out there, I make sure it happens with no disturbances. Geoff has a boujie penthouse he lets us use, Brad gets us access to curious college athletes.”

    “So I got the public toilet treatment when there’s a penthouse?” Owen asked, jokingly.

    “I guess Rod figured that was more style” Pete laughed. He looked over grinning at Owen and ran his hands through his hair. “Sleaze-ball.” Both men laughed. Owen nodded with an expression that said oh well. “That’s the one thing about the group. Rod and Geoff kinda formed it together, but they don’t always get along. Rod can be very…blunt. You might have noticed that when he was shoving his cock down your throat. But Geoff is more polished. Don’t let that fool you though. He’s got one hell of a dirty mind. Some of the stuff I’ve done with that guy… Stuff I didn’t even know my body was capable of.”

    Owen didn’t know what to say. He had so many questions running through his head. About The Club. About Rod, and Geoff, and how he had ended up on the floor of a public bathroom with four stranger’s cum in his ass. He looked out of the window again, they were deep in the city now. They had to be near the university. Five storey office buildings dotted with lights and tree lined pavements surrounded them. Sure enough Pete made a right turn and pulled over. Owen thanked him and Pete made sure he had all their numbers. He would be added to the secret group chat soon enough. Owen slung his rucksack over his shoulder and followed the signs for Student Accomodation until he came to a street of identical four story sandstone builds. He pulled out his phone to read over the e-mail again. He was on the second floor of building three. He collected his keys from the security office at the top of the street and made his way to his room.

    “Hey Owen,

    I guess you’re showing up later than most so if you get here before 21:30 come to my door (number one) and I’ll give you the orientation tour one on one.

    Victor”

    Owen knocked on Victor’s door and was shocked by what he saw. Before him stood a man, muscles highlighted by his glistening sweat wearing only a white jockstrap. He stuck his hand out for Owen to shake. Owen could see the drops of sweat dripping from his jet black hair. Owen shook his hand, he had a firm grip and Victor’s.

    “Hey man, you must be Owen! Sorry I assumed you wouldn’t be showing up till tomorrow so I started a pretty intense cardio workout. I don’t usually greet freshers like this.” He gestured at near nudity. “Anyway I’m Victor Ichiko. I’m a fourth year student. I’m basically like peer support for the people on this floor. Do you wanna come in quickly and I’ll towel off and show you around?”

    Owen was rock hard. “Are you sure? I don’t mind waiting till tomorrow.”

    “Nah bro! Come on in!” He grabbed Owen’s shoulder and basically pulled him into the room, roughly patting him on the back like the two were longtime “bros”. The room seemed stereotypically college dude-y. There were posters of rock bands and bikini babes, the floor was littered with dirty clothes, there were books outnumbered by beer cans, some free weights and the smell of perspiration mixed with cheap deodorant hung in the air. Victor picked up a towel off the floor and wiped his chest and pits. Then he noticed the bulge in Owen’s jeans. “Uhh quick question dude. And don’t feel weird but you gay?”

    “Yeah. Is that okay?” Owen dreaded this question. He had hoped in Wood City that people would be more open minded.

    “Yeah of course bro! Everyone here is pretty chill. It’s just that I was gonna ask a favour and you definitely say no” Victor smiles cheekily. “It’s just that when I workout I get super horny and my girlfriend isn’t talking to me right now. And I know that it’s stereotypical but like gay guys are pretty horny right? So like would you wanna fool around for a bit? Get each other’s rocks off? I mean you could use it too, you’re pretty stiff there man. And I don’t care about sucking dick, just no kissing. I’ve fooled around at the gym a few times with some guys so I’m pretty good. But you can’t tell anyone. My girlfriend would be so pissed man. She’s already fallen out with me cause I banged her lab partner. She’d flip out. But like I said you can say no and we can just do the tour.”

    Within two minutes Owen was up against Victor’s door with his jeans around his ankles while Victor ferociously deepthroated him, gagging on his dick. He was right, he was pretty good. Either he was minimising the number of times he’d done it at the gym or he was a natural. Either way Owen wasn’t complaining. Victor was literally blowing him away through an intense combination of tongue movements and wanking his shaft. The guy had pornstar level skills to match the ridiculous Sean Cody body. After a few more minutes they swapped positions and Owen began sucking Victor in the same manner to which he had received. Victor moaned in the same way he had, but then he began pulling the hair on the back of Owen’s head and pushing him down even farther. Within a few seconds Victor had taken full control (like Rod had in the restroom) and was skull fucking the back of Owen’s throat with an incredible amount of strength and stamina. He demanded that Owen stick a finger up his ass, so he did. And then complied again when Victor demanded two fingers. And again when he demanded three.

    Victor let Owen go as he turned around and gripped onto the pull-up bar in the doorway and stuck his perfectly sculpted bubble butt out. “Fuck me dude!” Owen was kinda surprised. Usually “straight” guys weren’t so eager to bottom so he didn’t want to waste this opportunity. Owen stuck his cock in, sliding into the ecstasy of Victor’s smooth hole. He began thrusting while Victor got increasingly vocal. “Fuck bro! Smash this ass man! You’ve got it! Fuck that feels good dude!” Owen gripped onto Victor’s defined hips as he increased the fucking velocity. His fingers massaged Victor’s impressive cum gutters. He came raw into Victor’s bussy.

    “Now it’s my turn” he said as he swapped positions with Owen. He pulled Owen’s shoes and jeans off, leaving him naked from the waist down. Owen gripped onto the pull-up bar as Victor rimmed him with a passionate hunger. He then picked up Owen’s legs, wrapping his arms around them so that Owen was practically parallel to the floor and began fucking him. Owen has never been fucked this way and it caused Victor’s cock to directly massage his prostate. Victor was fucking him with the ease and abandon of a wild animal. After a few minutes of sweat drenched, animalistic fucking Victor came in Owen’s ass which caused Owen himself to cum once again that night.

    The men dressed with awkward tension until Victor broke the silence. “So… I’ll give you the tour tomorrow. I think we’re both pretty beat. But that was fun bro.”

    “Yeah it really was. That was incredible. Would be cool to do it again. When you suggested it I didn’t realise you would be bottoming though.”

    “Yeah we could do it again. Just remember bro, don’t tell anyone. And I’m still straight.”

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  • Ron, the Kinky Congressman

    I closed down the computer. I sighed and smiled. My first day was done. I looked around my brand new desk and work space. I could get used to this.

    I got a new job at the Rayburn House Office Building, right across from the Capitol. I was the personal assistant for Congressman Ron Carrillo, representing Maryland’s 3rd district. Having grown up in DC, it was jobs like these that I had dreamed of. And now I actually worked here.

    I walked over to Ron’s office and knocked.

    “Yeah?”

    I opened the door and popped my head in.

    Ron was a charismatic young man. At only 37 he was one of the youngest members of the House of Representatives. Even though he was 5’8’’ (173 cm) and not particularly tall, his bulky muscular frame made him stand out from most other people in this setting. Also his bright white smile contrasting his brown skin and black hair made it easy to spot him in this crowd.

    “Hey, Jayden! How was your first day?”

    “It was great”, I smiled as I stepped inside his office.

    “Always lots of impressions on a first day, you must be exhausted.”

    “Maybe a little, but excited to come back tomorrow”, I admitted.

    “Good, that’s what I like to hear.”

    “Your wife is still scheduled for 6.00 PM, but…”

    “Oh, don’t worry, she knows her way. She can just walk right in. You are free for the rest of the day!”

    “Thanks”, I said.

    “Enjoy your evening!”

    “You too, Sir!”

    And just as I walked out of the office, I encountered a gorgeous woman. Long brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. She was about as tall as Ron, if not slightly taller.

    “Hi! You must be the new assistant!”

    She reached out to shake my hand.

    “I am! You must be Isabel!”

    We shook hands.

    “So, what’s your name?”

    “Jayden, sorry”, I chuckled.

    There was an elegance about her. Her big smile made me feel comfortable. She was dressed formally.

    I turned back and realized I hadn’t even closed the door to Ron’s office. I gestured for her to make her way inside. She chuckled.

    “Thanks, I’m sure I’ll see you again soon”, she said.

    “I’m sure. Have a nice evening!”

    I made sure I had everything and made my way out of the building. I liked taking the stairs down from the third floor, just as I had done during lunch. As the warm outside air hit my face I could only smile. I’d had such a great first day.

    I walked down the outside steps and took a left. As I walked along Independence Avenue I thought back to my day. Ron had been so nice to me. I called him Congressman Carrillo, but he insisted I called him Ron immediately. In fact, the entire team had been so warm and welcoming.

    I passed Bartholdi Park and the Humphrey building when I thought back to seeing how full Ron’s schedule is. Yet he managed to work out five mornings a week. It wouldn’t surprise me if he is almost 200 pounds (90 kgs) of solid muscle. It was up to me to make sure I wouldn’t cram his days with meetings without giving him time to prepare them.

    The imposing building for the Department of Education passed on my left as I thought back to Ron’s muscled body. I had especially sneaked glances at his round butt in those clingy dress pants he had worn. I could definitely get used to that! Though I’d have to make sure I wouldn’t get caught staring.

    I took a left on 6th Street as I realized how lucky I was that out of all of the people in Congress, I was Ron’s assistant. Most of them weren’t much to look at. That’s not why they were here. But Ron was one of those politicians who had caught the eye of those who like men. There were forums and websites where they talked about his body as opposed to what he did or said.

    I took a right onto Maryland Avenue when I remembered the research I had done on Ron before this job. I had agreed on many of his talking points and I liked how he was taking racial and LGBTQ equality seriously, as well as the environment. Though with him looking the way he did, it was hard not to focus on other things. The C-SPAN screenshots of Ron’s bubbly behind as he was speaking were probably getting more views than any page with a list of accomplishments. I could only hope he wouldn’t mind.

    I passed the foodcarts and took the escalator down into the subway station. It was a commute I could get used to. I had to wait 4 minutes for the Yellow Line and after 5 stops I got to my stop at U Street by the African American Civil War Memorial. By the corner I crossed the street and continued onto 13th Street. I called my Mom to tell her how my first day had been. She wanted to know everything.

    I made it to my apartment building as I was still talking on the phone. I had a 10 minute walk on both ends of the subway ride, but with the weather as it was, I was absolutely fine with it. Door to door was only a half hour. I made it into my apartment and immediately wanted to get some dinner going, so I had to tell my Mom we would talk more over the weekend. I quickly changed into sweatpants and a T-shirt. As I cooked, I had to tell friends over text how my first day had been.

    I was very relieved when I got to plop down on the sofa with a bowl of pasta on my lap. I had poured myself a glass of red wine, knowing I had deserved it. I turned on The Sinner on Netflix and I could finally feel myself relax as I watched Detective Ambrose pondering over the bloody murder on the beach.

    When the episode finished and my stomach was full, I realized just how tired I was. I decided on one more episode and another glass of wine and then an early night. I walked over to the kitchen. I couldn’t help but think about what Ron had said about the three things I need to consider for him every morning. His smoothie, his schedule, and the latest news. I poured the wine into the glass.

    Wait. What kind of smoothie?

    “Fuck!”

    I remember writing it down on my notepad, but it was still on my desk. Should I go to work earlier tomorrow, find the notepad and then go back to the coffee shop where they sold it? Even though I would pass it on my way there? Or would it be OK to go back into the office now?

    I knew myself well enough that this was something I would worry about through the night if I didn’t have the information. I quickly got changed back into a more work-appropriate outfit, let out a sigh, and I was back on my way.

    I knew this was the right decision to make. Now that I was outside I felt fine, it was just a little effort to leave the comfortable bubble of my apartment when I’d thought I didn’t need to. Before I knew it, I was back at the subway station and I took the Yellow Line back, knowing I’d do this all over again tomorrow morning.

    I got back to the office building and had to explain to security why I was coming in so late. They chuckled. I quickly made my way back to the third floor. Immediately I found the notepad on my desk. It had so many scribbles on it with everything I felt I needed to remember from my first day. A few pages back, one of the first things I had written that day, was: ‘schedule/news/smoothie (totally tropical)’.

    Thank God. I had found it. I quickly put the entire notepad into my bag, ready to go back on the road. In my rush I accidentally bumped into my desk chair. I quickly put it neatly back as I had left it earlier that day, when suddenly I heard a voice.

    “Izzie?”

    I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn’t expect anyone else to be here. I could feel my heartbeat. I was pretty certain I had heard Ron’s voice coming through his office door. Just to make sure, I very carefully checked the door, thinking it would be locked. Without making any sound I pushed the handle all the way down and the door opened.

    I looked inside and was surprised to find the lights were on. And then I saw Ron. Sitting behind his desk. His tie was off and used as a blindfold over his eyes. The buttons of his shirt were open all the way down his defined chest. His buff arms were straining the material of his shirt as they were pulled back behind the chair, clearly tied up.

    “Izzie? Are you there?”

    I walked towards him, so very quietly. It was like I no longer had control over my body. I just felt my body go to him, careful not to make any sound. It was like my mind was made up, yet it was still racing. Am I really going to do what I think I am going to do?

    As I walked around the desk I noticed Ron was already no longer wearing his belt. His pants were unzipped and white underwear was showing. I noticed I dropped to my knees when he was finally certain there was someone here.

    “Izzie! Please untie me!”

    Hs whiny voice was a turn on for me.

    I lifted the waistband of his underwear and saw his carefully trimmed patch of pubic hair and a circumcised penis. I heard Ron gasp.

    “Oh my God, yes please”, he uttered as I noticed his cock jump.

    I looked up at Ron’s blindfolded face and smiled. I took his cock in my mouth.

    “Ungghhhh…”

    His cock got so hard so fast, I think it grew to about 7 inches.

    “Oh wow”, he moaned, “we never do this… I’m so… horny…”

    I was happy I kept my face clean shaven.

    Still unsure what came over me, and knowing that this was a bad idea, I wasn’t stopping now. I started caressing his chest and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. Ron’s moans and gasps got more and more high-pitched, desperate with arousal.

    I opened his shirt and admired the view. His bare upper body was a delight to run my hands over. His tight, muscular body, with a large tattoo on his side felt great. I played with his nipples.

    “Oh God, that feels really good!”, he squirmed.

    I took his pants and white briefs all the way down his massive thighs and let them drop to his ankles. I sucked his cock so hard.

    “This is new… you’ve… gotten better?”, Ron wondered out loud.

    I felt my own cock grow inside of my dress pants. I had just thrown them on without underwear before I left. I unbuckled my belt. This startled Ron.

    “Was that sound? Who are you?”

    I tried to calm him down by jerking his dick, which was still rock hard. But he was trying to free himself for the first time since I had walked in.

    “Untie me! Now!”

    I hesitated. I could walk away now. I looked at the back of the chair and saw that Ron was tied with his own belt and it wouldn’t take very long for someone with his strength to come loose. I decided to help him get untied. I was certain I would be fired.

    Once his arms were free, he calmly took off his blindfold. He looked at me and smiled.

    “Jayden?”

    I stood up. My belt undone, my dress pants fell to the floor. My thick, rock hard 8 inch cock pointed straight at him.

    “Fuck, that’s hot”, Ron said as he looked down. “Bigger than I expected.”

    Absent-mindedly, his hand made its way to my dick and started jerking it.

    “Wow…”

    He looked up at me.

    “Can I…?”

    “Yeah, of course”, I said.

    “This does not leave this room, right?”

    “Sure.”

    That was enough for Ron to start sucking on my cock. His muffled whimpers as he sucked my cock turned me on even more. He choked himself on my big cock over and over as his drool fell to the floor.

    “Get on your knees”, I told him as he obediently got out of the chair and kneeled on the floor.

    I held the back of his head and fucked his face. The whimpers continued, as did the choking and the drooling. He gasped for air every now and then.

    “Do you like that?”, I asked, with an authoritative tone.

    “Yes”, he admitted.

    Our roles had shifted. And it was the hottest thing ever.

    When I felt I was ready, I told Ron to kneel on the chair with his back to me.

    “But I…”

    “What?”

    “It’s too big!”, he said as he obediently took position.

    “You’ll be OK”, I replied.

    I fucked Ron and he whimpered and cried as he jerked himself off.

    “It’s so big”, he whined, though it was obvious he was loving it.

    His big muscle ass had definitely taken cock or a toy before. To me it felt like he was taking my larger than average cock with ease.

    To feel my hips slapping against his round buttocks made me feel so very horny. His ass was made for getting fucked and I couldn’t believe I was doing it. I unbuttoned my own shirt. All of the people taking screenshots and posting them online all wished to be where I was.

    I ordered him to lie on his back on top of the desk and he obeyed me as he finally let his open shirt drop to the floor. I entered him again.

    “That feels so good…”, he whined.

    “I knew you’d love it”, I said.

    Soon he started to breathe so fast, his cries short and high-pitched with each of my thrusts.

    Ron was a loud bottom, and I wondered if there was anyone who was hearing this.

    “God, this feels so fucking good”, he said as he started playing with his cock again.

    It didn’t take long before very suddenly he shot a huge load across his chiseled abs as he whimpered and cried.

    I knew it wouldn’t take long before I would cum myself after watching that. I pulled out and told him to get off the desk and get on his knees before me. Ron stumbled to his knees. He took my load in his mouth and on his face.

    “Fuck that was hot”, he concluded as he licked my cum from the corners of his mouth.

    “Please shut up about this and we can do it again some time?”, he asked me, still naked, hard, and on his knees.

    “Fuck yeah”, I said.

    THE END

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