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  • Exchanges

    PREFACE

    Admonished – nay, maligned – for my magnanimity with words, my long, generous, sometimes run-on sentences, my over-wrought use of descriptive adjectives, be-curlicued baroque plots, and nose-up classical allusions, I do penance with the exchanges below. They have been pared of everything excessive, even quotation marks. Bare, with butts the same, they lie before you spread out, ready to be taken (in).


    I.

    He wants to knuckle me.

    Again?

    Uh-huh.

    Did you mind it before?

    Sorta. Felt funny.

    Ha-Ha?

    No. You know, funny-squirmy – like in my butt, my balls, my dick – you doofus.

    Did he touch them?

    Nope. Just felt me inside. You know, around, and sort of back and forth.

    Like it?

    He sure did.

    You?

    Got better the more he did it.

    Can I try it?

    That’s why I’m face down on your bed with my butt bare.

    Oh. Wanted to make sure.

    Well, get on with it. Make me squirm.

    Ah, so he wasn’t doing all the squirming?

    Hey, not all at once!

    How’s this?

    One knuckle ’til I get used to it. That way. Now just roll it like in a circle.

    Tight little thing you’ve got there, your happy place. Is this good?

    A little more, please. Ouch! I didn’t mean deeper. I meant turn your knuckle. Rotate it..like a dial.

    Say, pretty please.

    Do I have to? Never mind. Just. Ooooh. That’s it.

    Okay now? Next knuckle?

    Go ahead. Mmmm. Real gentle-like. Mmmmm.

    If you keep grabbing at me that way, I’ll have to…

    …Do what?

    This.

    Ow! WOW! What are you playing with?

    Going nuts are you? Spread your legs. I want to see your balls all drawn up.

    Yeek! I’m gonna pee.

    No, you’re not. You’re gonna…

    …Get squirmy! Ohmigosh. Ohmigosh. Ohhh…

    Want me to take it out?

    Not yet.

    When?

    Never.

    II.

    Have you been naughty again?

    No, sir.

    Why are you hanging your little pumpkin head like that?

    ’Cause I’m telling a fib.

    Thought so.

    You told me to be like George Washington.

    I did. Always tell the truth.

    I won’t be punished?

    Not as much.

    You’ll go easy on me, then?

    OK, I won’t tie your wrists.

    And?

    And I won’t hobble your ankles.

    What about my balls?

    I won’t squeeze them – too hard.

    Sounds good. I’ll bend over.

    Don’t you let that pop out, no matter how good it feels – me swatting you and cracking your nuts.

    But…

    No butt except yours. That’s a promise.

    Sir, you’re so romantic.

    Even when you get smacked on your plug?

    It’s making me hot. Harder.

    You’re telling me what to do?

    Just asking.

    Twerp! For that, take this with my flogger. Right..on..your..target.

    My cocklet’s so hard!

    Yeah, and your balls are soft as lychees. They gonna gimme their juice?

    I was really bad.

    In that case, out with the plug – you need a larger one anyway – and in with ME!

    Pound the badness out of me. Pound me! Grind some. Yeaaah. Like that.

    You came.

    You did, too. Made me all squishy.

    Now you’re being romantic.

    I know. Makes me think naughty thoughts.

    I’ll get my alligator clips, your leather harness, the big ball-gag, electro-plug, and mustard lube.

    My spiral ball stretcher, too, I hope. And that black hood that sort of chokes me.

    There you go, making demands. I’ll have to punish you for that.

     Will you call my Mom and tell her I’ll be late for supper?

    She knew that when she asked me to pick you up from school. Your plate will be waiting in the fridge.

    You guys think of everything. I feel so loved.

    You are.

    III.

    BJ?

    Not after your last one.

    JO?

    I can handle that for myself. How ’bout a BF?

    You want me to be your boyfriend?

    Stands for bony fuck. As in you and your scrawny ass.

    Look, I’m hard.

    Ready? Lean over.

    How much are you gonna pay?

    For a piece of chicken like you? Not much.

    The Colonel paid a lot.

    Fried your butt, did he? Anyway, that was before you served as towel boy for the football team.

    Oh. You heard about that?

    And how the winning team in last week’s game caught you in their locker room and screwed you until their bus driver called time.

    Oh. Well, what could I do? Eleven crotch-wet jockstraps over my head – and they could pretty much do anything they wanted. It was wonderful.

    Did they pay?

    No, but they gave me their URL.

    And you expect money from me?

    I’ll earn it. My butt’s really good now and big enough for your banger.

    Oh, really? Tell you what: If you’re tight enough to get me off, I’ll give you what’s in my wallet.

    I’ll strip.

    God, you’re so skinny!

    Means you can get in up to my navel.

    We’ll see about that. Over the ottoman there.  You’re going to get fucked so hard…

    …That it’ll make my new front teeth come in faster?

    Did it for me back when I was your age. My coach was sure. And my teeth soon poked through.

    Goody. I can get back to giving BJs. Oooof!

    You’re better’n I thought. I’m liking this. About fifteen minutes ought to be enough if I fuck real fast and deep on every stroke. Going to try to light a spark, set your ass on fire. Burn you up! And like this, put out the flames with my sprinkler system. Ugh. Ugh! Unnnggghh!

    There’s no money in your wallet. Only..this..American..Express..card. Wow, thanks. I won’t leave home without it. Don’t see me out.

    Huh?

    Bye.


    Several excellent words and phrases were supplied by that ever-helpful gent, MCVT.

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  • My twin brother seduces me

    Im Kenny im twenty five years old I stand six two thirty two inch waist fourty five inch rock hard chest and wash board six pack abs mildly hairy blonde hair my cock uncut thick but not to thick nine half inches long 

    My dad is a identical twin only makes sense that I have a identical twin brother named Zack 

    Zack is the exact same measurements as me from head to toe 

    I want to take you back fifteen years ago we were fifteen years old we stand five eleven twenty nine waist blue eyes with a rock hard chest and wash board six pack abs starting to get mildly hairy our cocks was nine inches long thick uncut

    We live in a gated community with swimming pools in every backyard 

    Our parents are never home their always at work from early morning to late nights and Saturdays 

    Being twins we always need to be together all the time so we share the same bedroom together with twin beds 

    We think and do things the same way 

    It’s real hot humid Friday afternoon 

    I was laying out nude sunbathing when Zack walked up and set down next to me 

    Zack told me bro when I see you nude like this it gets be horny a hard on 

    I said same here at times anyway what are we going to do today

    Zack pulls out a joint from his t-shirt pocket and said let’s get high 

    We finished smoking the joint and we were flying higher then a kite 

    I got up and divided into the pool and said bro you cumming in the water is nice 

    Zack pulls off his t-shirt and pulled down his swim wear and divided in 

    We played splashing wrestling each other while wrestling your cocks kept touching each others cock and started giving us hard ons 

    Zack jumped out of the pool and laid out on a pool recliner and started masterbating and said bro let’s see who cums first 

    I got out of the pool and set  next  to Zack and started masterbating 

    That night the air conditioning went out and nothing we could do until morning 

    Both of us nude I noticed Zack watching gay bareback porn on his laptop and his cock standing straight up 

    I asked what’s up with the gay bareback porn he replied after our cocks kept touching each others cock i became curious about having sex with another males 

    Why don’t you join me and watch it with me 

    I got out of bed and walked over to Zack crawled in next to him and started watching gay porn 

    We are watching two dudes sucking cock Zack keeps looking at me then my cock 

    Zack said bro I want to try this and grabbed my cock and started sucking it 

    I just laid back and enjoy it also it felt good 

    I had to cum i told Zack i was getting ready to cum and kept sucking me then I blown my load of seed deep into his throat 

    Zack said bro you need to taste cum it’s a little salty but good other wise 

    I leaned over grabbed Zacks cock and started sucking it after a few minutes Zack told me he was going to cum and blown his seed deep into my throat 

    I said thats pretty cool were going to have to keep doing that more often 

    I went back to my bed and we both fell a sleep 

    It’s Saturday afternoon and it’s still hot and humid I was nude sunbathing when Zack walked up nade only carrying a fanny pack 

    Zack set next to me we started talking about things when he said bro can I suck your cock 

    I didn’t know what to say Zack  I looked into his baby blue eyes wearing nothing and said i will let you try it on me tonight 

    Zack said I want to suck your cock I didn’t know what to say i looked into his baby blue eyes and said ok 

    Zack pulls out a joint from his fanny pack and said let’s get high this may help you 

    We were flying higher then a kite 

    Zack got up walked over to me and dropped to his knees and grabbed my cock and started sucking it 

    I laid back and enjoy it after a few minutes later I told Zack I was cumming he kept sucking it then I blown my load of seed deep into his throat 

    Zack said how was it i told him im going to let you answer that question 

    I got up and told Zack to set down I grabbed his cock and slowly pushing it in my mouth until I get the hang of it and started sucking way until Zack shoots his load of seed deep into my throat 

    I said well Zack replied I love it we need to do this more often 

    We finished out the day nude sunbathing 

    That night we started out watching gay bareback bareback sex

    I could see his cock rising up to full staff i asked him if he enjoying the porn 

    Zack said yes and you need to set next to me and watch this 

    I got out of bed and walked over to Zack crawled into bed laying against each other were watching this dude fucking this other dude my cock started rising full staff 

    Watching this dude cumming in the other dudes ass 

    Zack looked at me and said well you want to try it 

    I was rock hard and freaking horny I was game for about anything 

    I said ok Zack said get on all fours reached for the lube and lube my ass and his cock 

    Zack mounted me from behind he started pushing his cock in my ass I grabbed the pillow put it in my face and started screaming it hurts so Zack took his time pushing it in all the way

    Zack slowly started fucking me after a few minutes later it starting feeling good and told him to fuck my brain out and he did until Zack blows his load of seed deep into my ass 

    Just was Zack started cumming in my ass our dad walked in 

    Boys what the heck are you doing 

    We both stopped and set on the edge of the bed and said boys I know young mans are curious about sex uncle John and me played with each other and did the same thing you two are doing 

    Dad started walking out when he said boys you need to be more quieter if our mother catches you doing this we will never hear the end of it and walked out and shut the door 

    Zack and I looked at each other and said well 

    Zack said im going to get you hard and you are going to fuck me 

    Zack sucked my cock until it was rock hard he got on all fours 

    I mounted Zack and started pushing my cock into Zacks tight ass he’s screaming in the pillow i ended up fucking his brains out until i blown my load of seed deep into his ass 

    We both said at the same time we need to do this more often 

    We fucked each other when ever had a chance until we both got married 

    We brought fourty five acres of land and built both of our houses on it and we fuck each other when the wife’s are shopping 

    Well that’s my confession of my first gay encounter..


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  • Getting Serviced at the Dealership

    For the next few weeks, I thought about John non-stop. Our last fuck session was at his work, in the garage. Ending on his desk where it was the hottest fuck I had ever had in my short two years of experience. I was only 20, having experience now with only a few men. And I wasn’t sure if I could be “owned” again by someone. He had told me he wanted me to be his. Only his. Yet there was the picture of his fiancé, and he was getting married.  

    I wanted someone all to myself.  

    As a young guy, with my looks and body going for me, I deserved better. Right? I had finally grown, now standing at 5’9” with a solid, trim muscular smooth physique. The gym helped perfect it, and my boyish looks helped solidify the package. With my tight little jock ass and my thick cut 8 inches, I was a looker that’s for sure. 

    But John was a fucking God! The complete opposite of me, standing over 6 feet tall and weighing about 90 pounds more than me, he was the muscle man to my jock boy figure. Yet there was something different about him, than with my Coach, or my Leather Daddy, or the Lawyer, or the Professor, or Aaron. Most of them were married, or too old for me. Except for Aaron. But he was no John. John seemed perfect to me. Big. Built. Masculine. Rugged. A real man that was closer to my age. And into me completely. I couldn’t stop thinking about him and knew that I was thinking about him way too much. But now, this. A fiancé. What the fuck? 

    After waiting to see if he would reach out to me, I finally got the courage to call him. It was a Wednesday night, and I was hoping he would be home and alone.  

    He was. 

    “I’m glad you called.” He said in his deep sexy voice. I heard him shuffling around and pictured him sitting. 

    “Are you alone tonight?” 

    He chuckled. “You wanna come over?” 

    “I do. I think we need to talk.” 

    He paused. “Oh oh. Doesn’t sound good.” 

    I sighed. “Look, I know I’m not your fiancé, or girlfriend, or even your boyfriend for that matter. And I don’t want to sound like one at this point either, but I think we need to talk about this situation. Between you and I.” It all came out fast, but I felt good about it. 

    He took a deep breath in. “I told you, I wanted you all to myself. Don’t you want to be all mine?” His voice was taking on that sultry tone again, as if he could sway me with his baritone sound. 

    “I do, but you also have someone else. So I guess I’m not all yours.” I held my breath as I waited. “Why do you get to have two people to own?” 

    He swallowed hard on the other end. “Just come over and we can talk about it if you want. I’ll convince you.” 

    I wasn’t so sure this was the best idea, knowing just how convincing he could be. Especially if he answered the door naked. I might not be so confident. 

    “If I’m coming over it’s to talk, not to be convinced. I want you to listen.” I said, rather directly. I was feeling very adult-like at this point. Finally. 

    “Okay, I’ll listen. But I don’t need another woman around.” His voice was short, terse. Maybe I was pushing too hard?  

    “I’m coming right over.” 

    “K.” He said quickly and hung up.  

    I sat there for a moment, feeling scared and courageous at the same time. I needed to take a stand. I wasn’t going to be anyone’s plaything at their terms anymore. I had my own terms too. And it was about time I started to voice them. 

    I pulled up to John’s condo anxious but determined.  

    And fuck if he didn’t answer the door in just a pair of shorts. Athletic shorts. That were already tenting. 

    He stood there, with a smug smirk on his face, barefoot, bare chested, scratching at his left muscled pec tauntingly as I stepped inside. I tried not to look at his perfectly sculpted gym physique, the light hair dusted across his delicious pecs. His shoulders looking exceptionally round and tight today. His big feet planted apart, standing there looking at me. His handsome face looking at me sexily, waiting for me to give in.

    “You wanted to talk?” He said quietly, letting his hand hold his pec, his thumb running over his nipple seductively at me, his eyebrow now raised as he towered over me. I felt my knees go weak, but I stood still. 

    I tried not to let my eyes roam down his body. I tried not to follow his big hand down his rippling abs as he moved it slowly. I tried not to let myself lick my lips as his hand landed on his bulge. But when he slowly pulled his shorts out and away from his trim waist and lifted his big heavy 9 inches of meat out, I really didn’t have much of a chance. 

    “We can talk if you want to.” He said quietly, slowly running his hand up and down that giant shaft of his. “Or you can put your mouth to better use.” 

    I gave a little “hmph” and stood there, staring at it. It was thick, juicy looking. The head staring at me as his big thumb rubbed the tip. I could see pre-cum on it, and I lost all senses. 

    I moved to him and bent down, grabbing the bottom of his manhood under his own hand and shoving that mushroom head in my mouth. He tasted fantastic, and the sound he made as I started sucking him made me forget everything. I truly was a little cock whore. 

    I pulled his shorts down his massive thighs and knelt at his feet, swallowing as much of his engorged cock as I could. He held my head gently. “Good boy.” He murmured above me. “I knew you wanted me.” 

    I did. But FUCK I didn’t want to be second to a woman. 

    When I looked up at him looking down at me, that fucking hot as hell face of his, and his amazing body, I melted. I knew then and there that this was going to be the last time, so I better make it count. 

    I stood up and backed away from him, looking at him with my own shit-eating grin. “Oh yeah?” I said with a sly smile. “I think you want me more.” 

    I flicked his cock down and let it bounce back up, hitting his abs with a smack. I kicked off my shoes, pulled off my shirt and threw it at him. He caught it with a sideways smile. Then I turned and walked towards his bedroom.  

    “If you want me, come and get me.” I teased behind me as I left him standing in his hallway, naked, hard and dripping pre-cum. 

    John’s big feet padded slowly down the hallway after me, as I rounded the corner and undid my shorts. I was naked on the bed waiting for him as he entered.  

    He moved right onto the bed, growling. “Fuck boy, you are going to get it now.” He crawled toward me on all fours and as he towered over me, ready to kiss me, I pushed him over, guiding him onto his back. A small look of shock and pleasure came over him, as I climbed on top of that solid naked body. I sat my ass down on his abs, feeling the tip of his cock under me. He wriggled a bit, trying to get me to slide down on it, but I stayed put, my hands on his pecs.  

    His big hands moved over my thighs and I looked down on him, laying under me. He was a beautiful looking man, all muscled and perfect. But he wasn’t perfect. He was getting married. I was no longer going to be the boy that men selected to use. I wanted to be the one to choose. And I wasn’t going to choose to be second anymore. 

    But I wasn’t going to leave without getting one last fuck from this hot hunk either.  

    “One day you’ll realize just how much you want me.” I cooed, leaning down over him to kiss those big lips. He opened up willingly, and our tongues did a slow dance. He was an amazing kisser. I was going to miss that. 

    I moved his arms up, feeling the power in them as his big biceps bent over his head and I held his hands tight. He arched a bit, still trying to press his cock upwards, either in my ass or at least under it. But I stayed straddling his waist and continued to make out with him like it was the last time.  

    I kissed my way down his neck, to his wide shoulder blades and let my tongue wander. I spent the next several minutes enjoying his body, licking every inch, smelling every spot, teasing every nook and cranny on this man. I flipped him over at one point to massage his giant back and explore his perfect ass. I even found my tongue sliding into the warm crack and teasing his little puckered hole briefly, causing him to spasm in ecstasy.  

    I moved down his legs. I loved his legs. And his feet. So big, soft, wide. I licked and sucked them, each perfect toe, the balls of his feet, and back up his legs while he groaned and squirmed. I wanted to remember every inch of him forever.  

    When I came back up, I spent lots of time on his cock. It was a heavy piece of equipment, so thick and huge. I loved making him jerk in surprise as I swallowed it all, licking his balls in my own pleasure. They were a handful, and full of his delicious sperm. Until I couldn’t wait any longer. 

    I straddled back up his abs with his cock nice and wet with my own spit and watched his face as I held it, wiggling my ass over it, and centering it in between my ass cheeks. I felt the head at my opening and held it there momentarily as I watched his jaw open. 

    “Yeah big guy,” I moaned as I pushed backwards on him, letting his cock head breach my entrance. “You want me.” 

    He grabbed my hips firmly and pushed me down on his tool as his face clenched. Both of us let out a loud groan as he shoved his entire dick up inside me. My hands fell back on his thighs as I sat on him, feeling completely filled and stuffed. I sat there for a moment, realizing this was the last time I would let John fuck me. This was going to be a long one. I wanted it to last. 

    “Slowly!” I moaned as he shifted his legs to get a better angle. He immediately slowed down and stared at me, smiling.  

    “You fucking sexy boy.” He groaned at me and held me in his hands, watching me move up and down. He let me take charge, eventually letting his arms fall to the side as I felt them, my hands on his big guns, then moving along his huge arms ending with clasping his hands in mine as I rode his cock.  

    He slowly let me ride him for a good ten minutes before he sat up and wrapped me in his arms, kissing me deep. I shifted and moved my legs around him so I was sitting in his lap, like a little boy being held by his big brother. I could feel the strength around me, as he cock moved deeper in me. 

    I gasped and he pushed me backwards, laying me down on my back while keeping his cock buried in me.  

    Holding on to his back, he pushed my legs open and nestled his big body in between me and over me. I stared at his eyes and smiled, this feeling on my back being my favourite. This was how it was going to end. 

    “I’ll show you how much I want you.” He said it so quietly it was almost a whisper, but his eyes were locked on mine, and his lips found mine as he started to slowly pump me. It was deep, not hard. It was slow, and steady, just the way I like it. There was nothing rushed, or furious about it. This was a long, slow, calculated fuck. And as our eyes remained on each other, caught in a complete stare, I knew he wanted to make this one count. He wasn’t going to just fuck me. He wanted to remember this session too. This felt different. For the first time, he was completely passionate with me, tender, gentle. He was making love to me. As if I was his only one.  

    I held on to his neck and smiled. I watched his face lighten up, his eyes squint as he slowly drilled me. I squeezed my ass tight and saw the immediate reaction on his face. See if your fiancé can do that, I thought to myself.  

    He studied me for a moment, as if he was watching my face to see the pleasure his cock was brining me. And then he bent down and kissed me passionately. Not hard or forceful, but firm and with tons of feeling.  

    “If I could, I would fuck you every night.” He groaned at me suddenly, smiling at me, kissing me in between. 

    “But you can’t.” I simply said. 

    His face frowned a little, and he smiled sadly. He let his face fall onto my shoulder and his nose pushed into my neck. I heard him take a deep breath, felt his lips on me and he dug his cock into me harder, fucking me with a little more passion and lust now. I grunted and grabbed his back, letting my hands slide down to that magnificent ass.  

    “I wish you could too.” I heard myself saying, and pulled him tighter into me, lifting my legs up and around his body.  

    His hands moved under me and he held me tighter against him as his ass moved his cock in and out of me. He was building up steam now, and I could feel the sensations running through me. I was going to cum. And cum hard. 

    “God John,” I started moaning. “You’re going to fuck the cum right out of me.” 

    This seemed to turn him on, as he growled in my neck and humped into me harder. “I want to fuck you ALL. THE. TIME.” He said in between hard thrusts. He was slamming into me now and holding me so hard against him I was having a hard time breathing. But it didn’t stop the sensations but fueled them. This powerhouse of a muscle man was squeezing and fucking the cum out of me. I was practically climbing into him, feeling his body next to mine, trying to literally attach myself to him. 

    I started grunting with each thrust, feeling the cum rising in me. John didn’t stop, or let up an ounce, but just kept pumping my ass. His body was starting to glisten as sweat covered him, making it slick between us and making me want to climb right into him.  

    I was seeing stars by the time I started to explode, not even touching my cock. It squirted out of me with such force that I actually lost my breath and clung on to John’s body with each pulsating release. I could hear his grunts at my ear as he felt it soak our stomachs between us. But he didn’t stop fucking me. And I hung on to his strong body tight, not wanting to let go, trying to make our bodies one. 

    I was like a doll in his arms now, getting ravaged one last time by this beast. And I was loving every minute of it. 

    Finally, he leaned up so I could see his face. His eyes looked at me and he pushed his cock so far into me I gasped. He held it there, his eyes open wide as if he was willing himself NOT to cum yet. “I wanna see your face as I unload in you.” He said suddenly, holding himself still above me. 

    And then he moved slightly, and I felt his cock throb and pulse, and then a gush of cum flooded my ass. His eyes rolled a bit and he let out a loud growl before pumping his hips hard into me again and resuming his thrusting to expunge his entire load into me. 

    With one loud hard thrust, he stopped again, and clamped his mouth over mine in a very hot, very long, very passionate kiss. His cum was dripping from my ass by the time we were done, and I held his butt tightly against me, not wanting him to exit just yet.  

    He rolled off to the side slightly, taking me with him so his cock could stay buried in me. My face was on his chest, listening to his heart beating fast, and feeling the sweat between us. Then he rolled over completely and pulled me on top of him. I let his cock slide out as we moved, but I remained laying on his big body, my head between his pecs.  

    “I’m sorry.” He mumbled quietly.  

    I perched my chin on my hands and looked at him over his beefy pecs. “For what?” 

    “Cause I can’t choose you.” That sad smile was back. “I can’t.” 

    I let out a sigh. “I know.” 

    “If I was out…” He paused. “I would. Just so you know. You’re fucking hot as hell.” He sighed and wiped his face with his big hands. 

    I leaned up and brought my face to his. I kissed him softly, which turned into a bigger kiss. “If only.” I said quietly. 

    As I slid off of him and grabbed my shorts, I knew this was it. I had to let him go, and figure myself out too. I was tired of being someone’s plaything. Something to own. I wanted more.  

    As I pulled my shorts up and looked at John’s massive figure laying on the bed watching me with those sad eyes, I knew he could have been the one. But I couldn’t force him to choose me when he wasn’t ready. And I wasn’t ready to be hidden away in secret. Not anymore. I had to find someone that I could be me with.  

    It would take me a while to find him. 


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  • Val’s XXX Flicks: Biker Gangbang

    [24 May  1972]  I woke in a panic at 3:00 am, remembering that I hadn’t reset my alarm before I’d crashed.  I fumbled around and finally got it set to 7:00, pulled the sheet over my head and was out again in seconds. I woke up again at 6:45 and turned the alarm off , climbed out of bed and went  downstairs, naked and sporting a hard on, courtesy of a dream involving the Green Hornet and Kato and me, and managed to get coffee .  Uncle Mitch came in and yawned through a request for coffee.

    I passed him a full cup and he asked how the meeting went and I said good [Mr. C’s Clients: Bare Brothers XXX Film Producers] then excused myself to shower  and make a 7:30 call to Mr. C.

    The first question he asked was if I was okay with the gang bang being filmed for sales.  I told him I was okay with it as long as I was assured it wouldn’t be released before end of June.

    He said he’d pick me up between 4:30 and five and we’d go to the bar.  The Bare Brothers would be prepping from 10:00 to 5:00 pm   The shoot would start at 6:00 pm and go to 9:00 pm or thereabouts.  I was to play a straight  turned gay following the gang bang.

    The other teen who was going to do the shoot had backed out, so I wasn’t going to be helping with the shoot, I’d be center stage.  There would be four “bikers”, including Mr. Sinclair.

    Lastly Mr.  Collier  told me not to tell anyone I did the film or half his clients would be asking for favors.  He’d already told Mr. Sinclair the same thing.

    I finished getting ready for school and joined Uncle Mitch at the kitchen table at 8:00 and he offered a ride which would give me time to eat.  I accepted and told him I had a shoot tonight, so I’d be home between 10:00 pm and  1:00 am.

    He asked about last night, and I told him the producers thought I had potential.  He asked who I had to suck to get the part and I said, “All three,” and  smiled and said  “Seriously, they had me strip and we went for dinner and drinks later.  I’ll get a full screen test the week after graduation.”

    He dropped me off at school at 8:45 and said Mr. Drake would be joining us tomorrow, for dinner.  The morning went by slowly, probably because I wanted to talk to Mr. Gull, but noon finally came, and l ran to the gym.  He was alone with his door open and he waved me in.

    “Close the door.”. He leaned back, “Want that ride tonight?”  I said Thursday would be better and he nodded ,”This about Saturday?  It’s five to ten or eleven.  You’ll have a chance to win prizes and it won’t be endless sex. Anything else?”

    I asked how many teachers would be there, realizing he probably wouldn’t know which knew me.  I thought.

    “For you there’ll –open the door.”

    I did and Davis Ellerman entered.  He was a good looking blonde with a flat top that didn’t do him any favors.  His build sculpted with emphasis on shoulders and biceps  turned heads and so did his jade green eyes. He was eighth on the wrestlers list, three below me.  We said hi and he smiled, “You in trouble too, Tay?” I said I was working on it.  Which got a quickly hidden smile from Mr. Gull.

    Mr. Gull  said we’d talk Thursday and I thanked him, left and closed the door.

    The afternoon went quickly, and I got home a little after 3:45.  I went through my closet and picked a dark blue Victorian mod shirt, light blue hip huggers, black socks and blue Keds.  I took a shower and shaved again.  I had  nearly 45 minutes before Mr. C got here.

    I put on a jockstrap and a white sleeveless T-shirt that stretched halfway down my hips and went down to get coffee.  I almost stopped, thinking I’d seen Uncle Mitch in the living room, but kept going.  And realized it was either him or a friendly burglar.  Coffee was freshly made.  I  poured a cup, pulled my T-shirt down, and walked slowly  to the living room.

    “Well now, a marvelous afternoon to you, too, Val!”. Mr. Drake licked his lips and smiled, “I told you I saw him!”

    Uncle Mitch sipped  coffee, “You should have been here this morning.”

    “I’m sure.  I’d love to see more, but we need to finish this for a dinner meeting.  Hopefully we’ll see you tomorrow for dinner.”   I had work Thursday but said I should be back before midnight  and looked forward to it

    Mr. C arrived at 4:30 and after greeting Uncle Mitch and Mr. Drake, came upstairs.  He suggested swapping the jockstrap for black briefs and not to be surprised if wardrobe changes everything.  They had more experience.

    We left at 5:00.  On the way over he asked me about  the Friday and Saturday night parties.  I told him I didn’t know much about either yet.  Kenneth’s was  to be Friday and all I knew about that was “…it’s 6:00 to midnight with 6 to 8 guys and he’s picking me up at 3:30.”

    He chuckled. “Why so early?”  I told him that “he said he wanted to go over details and thought dinner and drinks would kill two birds with one stone”.

    He nodded, “Makes sense.  But don’t let him talk you into any sort of bondage, even just handcuffs “.  I hadn’t intended to but I didn’t mind the advice. 

    As for Saturday’s function, the more I was told the more [jared iro1] curious it became.  There were now three teachers I knew coming to the function: Mr. Gull and Mr. Haney, and one from last semester, Heir  Mueller .  “Mr. Gull said he would explain tomorrow.”

    Mr. C nodded , “Well if it sounds fishy don’t be afraid to cancel.  Or you want me to talk to him let me know.  We’re here.”. At 5:30 no less.

     ‘Here ‘ was a closed down bar with four motorcycles  parked out front and a limo,  two panel trucks and station wagon in the lot beside it. 

    We parked in the lot and entered by the front door. 

    The main room went back 300 feet and across about 260.  There was a beaded curtain bisecting the length of the building at the 180 ft mark. Behind that curtain was  another, shorter counter,  red bench seats along the east wall and, in the northeast corner was a 26 ft length by 30 ft width parquet area with a 9-foot pool table and 8 stools. Under construction at  80 ft from the left wall was a sheet rock wall running from the north wall to the booth at 80 ft. from the north wall

    Mr. Sinclair was at the front bar counter with three men I hadn’t met. Al Bare was behind the counter.  He waved to us, “Hey guys!  Gin tonic, Jeff?”

    “Scotch and soda tonight, Al.  Black Russian for Val.”

    Mr.  Sinclair stood up and shook hands with Mr. Collier, “Hi Jeff, Val.  These are three of my club members: Lupin, Mr. Frost and Walther.” We all shook hands.

    Lupin was 5’10, with an average, tanned build, short gray hair, in his mid -50s, with a nice 8.5″ cock.

    Mr. Frost was 6′, thin but with wiry muscles, short black hair slicked back, in his late-40s, with a 7″ cock: and

    Walther was 5’10, average build with a pot belly, bald with a graying moustache  , in his mid-50s, with a promising 8″ dick.

    Dick Bare came though the curtain on the west wall that led into a private area with booths and low lighting [where the film crew and their equipment was].  Dick led me and Mr. C back to the pool table area.  There was  one table and a dozen cues with the basic accessories and a clear cover. 

     “That’s a nice shirt, Val, but let’s do a little more redneck and less mod.  Marty, over here!” A slim woman in her late 50s hurried over.  Dick touched my shoulder, “Flannel , blue plaid and lose the T-shirt.  Are you in the lot, Jeff?” Marty told me to wait and rushed off.  Mr. C said we were in the lot.  Dick nodded, “Park in front but not yet.”

    Marty returned with a blue plaid.  She handed me the shirt, “Strip to the waist, try this.” She pulled off my shirt and T-shirt then helped me put the plaid on and smiled, “Perfect fit!  Do you want boots, Dick?”  “I’d love ’em but they’d make him too tall.  Nope.  Eric, grab a camera and get Mr. Collier and Val driving in, parking by the bikes and walking in.  Four takes left and right.

    They got the shots and we went into the front bar.  I drank my Black Russian while they went over some tech stuff.  They’d use two cameras but keep out of our way.  This was going on a new talent tape, so no one expected polished product.

    Al gave me a refill.

    Dick spoke to the six performers “First, if you don’t like the scenario, speak up and we’ll change it or drop it.  We have two of the bikers shooting a game and two watching.  Jeff and Val enter from the main bar and Jeff asks if anyone wants to play for real stakes and puts a $20 on the table. Mr. Sinclair makes it $25 from each of the bikers.  Then he goes over to Val and pats his ass and says against your boy.  Three games: If Val wins, he and his dad split the $300.  If he loses, he services the four Trailmasters.”

    Mr. C [jared iro2] went to Dick and made a couple changes.  He wanted the pot to be $30 each to  push me and change  the “vs the four Trailmasters” to “vs the Trailmasters”.  [jared iro3] .

    I called home to tell Uncle Mitch I’d probably be home by midnight.  He told me Kenneth had called to postpone Friday’s event to late October and that he’d call over the weekend to talk about it.

    Al poured refills all around.  I took a large swallow.  It was smooth and I was getting a nice little buzz on.

    Mr. Sinclair came over to Mr. Collier and me and told Mr. C  he’d purchased the bar and intended to make it a private club.  He needed to hire an architect and a designer and also wondered if Mr. C could let his film clients know it was available for shoots.  Only, of  course, if it  didn’t infringe om his own business and with 10% of the gross profit.  They made an appointment to talk about it.[jared iro4]

    We did the intro twice, once with Mr. Sinclair winning a solo game, and one with Lupin defeating me.  The script was simple and only covered the beginning, up to the sex and the end, after the  sex.

    My character, Zane Allnite enters with his father, Senator Ron Allnite.  Zane suggests more interesting odds and lays a $20 on the table. Mr. Sinclair “sees” $20 , then adds $30,  “Fifty, and you play at least two games: one against me and one against Lupin.”

    Mr. Frost and Walther entered and bought into the stakes.  Mr. Sinclair told Zane and the Senator,  “But we don’t want your money.”  He put his arm around Zane’s shoulders, “you win two games, you get $200…fifty from each of us. Lose two and you blow us.”. We shook hands, Lupin racked the balls. 

    Al called CUT, and he and Dick shot a dozen close inserts, a half dozen medium inserts and six shots of the 8-ball dropping.

    Dick slapped my ass, ” All yours, guys.  We’ll stay out of the way as best we can.”

    We all went back around the table.  I made three successful shots, then managed to drop the 8-ball.

    I backed away and bumped into Mr. Frost and Walther.  Walther grabbed the rear of my belt and jeans.  “Where do you think you’re going?” Mr. Frost grabbed my jaw, “We haven’t even started.” He kissed me, licked my jaw, up to my ear then kissed my mouth and thrust his tongue deep into me.

    Mr. Sinclair stripped below the waist, stroked his thick 5.5″ cock and grabbed my wrist, “Right on, baby”, pulled me toward him and into another forced, sloppy, tongue filled kiss.

    Lupin stripped, placed his arms around my waist and ground his hips and hard  8.5″ cock against my ass.

    Mr. Sinclair pushed me down to my knees and ran his cock across my lips.  I opened my mouth and closed my lips around it, licking and sucking gently.  He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed his cock further into me.  I tried to ease back but he pushed my head toward him, filling my mouth with dick.  Lupin moved beside me and stroked his cock slowly, “Seems to be enjoying himself.”. Mr. Sinclair held my head against the table, fucking my wet mouth.  He smiled. “Yeah, little bitchboy’s been needing this for a long time.  Maybe daddy wants some too.”. Mr. Sinclair withdrew and still pinning me to the table, turned my head to face Lupin.

    I opened my mouth and Lupin stroked his cock gently and slid it in.  “Maybe another time.  Zane wants all of us to himself this time. ”  He withdrew and Mr. Sinclair  slipped his cock  back into my mouth and started fucking it steadily.  Mr. C went through the curtains and came back  a few minutes later with a fresh drink .  Mr. Sinclair kept fucking my mouth , occasionally withdrawing so I could lick and suck his balls and his cock.

    Mr. Frost went to Lupin and whispered to him.

    Mr. Sinclair held my head and pumped faster.  “Good…little slut…use your tongue…like that…mmm fuck!”  Mt Sinclair withdrew, held me by the ear and stroked his cock steadily

    I glanced at Mr. Collier .  He was sitting on a stool, watching us. I suddenly felt completely alone and at the mercy of these men.

    And my cock throbbed and leaked a drop of precum.

    Mr. Sinclair pulled me about 2 to 3 inches away from the table, wiped his cock against my lips and slipped it into my mouth.  He locked his hands behind my head and fucked my mouth faster.   And barely two minutes later he unleashed a big, sloppy load into my mouth.  I opened my mouth wide to show off my treasure and let it  run out and down my lips and chin.  Mr. Sinclair withdrew and stroked his cock fast , shooting a few more splashes of cum onto my face.

    Lupin got me to my feet and Mr. Frost came up behind me.  Mr. Sinclair went to Mr. C and they left through the curtain to the main lounge.

    Mr. Frost moved me about a foot away from the table and pulled me, by the belt, forward into a rough kiss.  He ground his cock against my leg and  forced his tongue deep into my mouth.

    Mr. C returned and, staying behind the camera,   whispered to the director.  They went back and forth, then Mr. C headed back.

    The director called “CUT and freeze.  Lupin and Frost follow Mr. Colliers’ lead with the senator trying unsuccessfully to intervene. Cameras on the action.  And 3…2…and action! “

    Mr. C , as Senator Allnite, came over, telling Lupin and Mr. Frost “Hold on, there!  Above the belt only!”

    Mr. Frost whispered  to Lupin and held me face down on the table.  Walther and Mr. Sinclair came in.   Lupin got nose to nose with Mr. C and  growled softly, “Well, maybe we’ll just borrow her for the weekend and bring her back when she’s all fucked out?”. “All right, we’ll just leave then.  Dress and–“. Rick came in, “OKAY, EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP AND…SHUT THE CAMERAS OFF NOW!!

    Dick smiled, “beautiful!  Anybody need a refill to come down a little?”

    I stood up and finished mine and held it out, hand shaking.  He smiled, brushed my hand with his and said ok.  I drank half of my new one, then finished it.  The trembling stopped and I started sailing.

    We all returned as close as we could to where we had been.  The disruption would be included and followed with a fade out and in and back to the pleasurable action.

    Mr. Frost thrust his hand between my legs and found my cock and balls.  He fondled me roughly. 

    Lupin brought another Black Russian, with two straws.  He slapped my ass, pulled my head up and helped me get the straws between my lips.  I drank a small swallow of the Black Russian .

    I wiggled and squirmed.  Lupin put my drink down and moved behind me and said “Alright, let’s do this.”

    Mr. Frost and Lupin reached under me, unbuckled my belt and jeans, unzipped my jeans and brought me  around to the front  of the table.  Lupin held my head on the table, using my hand to gently caress his hard 8.5″ cock. Mr. Frost pulled my jeans down to my ankles and  l clenched my ass, “No.”

    Mr. Frost slapped my ass three times, hard.  He asked, “Did you lose a bet to us?”   I said yes.

    He pulled my briefs down a little, “And are you a cocktease?” I said no and he said that was a wise answer.  Mr. Frost pulled my briefs up between my ass cheeks and he and Lupin  took turns slapping my ass a half dozen times.  Mr. Frost yanked my briefs down to my ankles and pulled them and my jeans off.   a moment later he started lubing my ass, stretching me.  Lupin caressed his cock lazily until Mr. Frost said okay.  Then Lupin held my  shoulders down and Mr. frost grasped my ass cheeks and pushed his 7″ cock into my ass slowly at first, then thrust  it in all the way and started fucking me hard and steady.  After a couple of minutes, I started squirming gently.

    I looked for  Mr. Dick and he gave me an okay sign.

    Mr. Frost spread my ass cheeks and fucked me faster.  Lupin held my drink for me, and I took a swallow through the dual straws.

    Mr. Frost fucked me harder, the sound of our flesh slapping together drowning out the jukebox.  He groaned, thrust twice , then withdrew and jerked s big load across my ass.

    Mr. Frost moved and Lupin lubed his 8.5-inch cock, pushed my feet far apart and nudged it into my asshole inch by inch.  I looked back at him, then directly into the camera and said “Please…please fuck me.  I need your dick, I want your big, thick cock pounding my fuckhole please!

    Lupin filled my ass with his dick, withdrew to the head, thrust in again, grabbed my shoulders and fucked me hard.

    Walther came over with a fresh Black Russian in one hand and his 8″ almost erect cock in the other.  He had a big, good looking cock, curved up just a little, and big loose hanging balls.  He  put my fresh drink aside, took the one Mr. Frost was holding for me and finished it.

    Lupin slowed his thrusts a little, letting me feel the entire length of his dick as he fucked me.

    Walther lifted my chest and head a little and held my fresh drink up, pressing the two straws against my lips.  I took a sip and he told me “More.” I finished half of it,  and he said, “good boy” and put the glass on a chair.

    Lupin withdrew and lubed his cock again.  He slid it back up my ass, grabbed my collars and fucked me faster and harder for about five minutes, then withdrew and pumped a good, thick stream of cum across my ass.  He stroked for another few seconds and another big spurt splashed along my ass and lower back.

    Walther came over, lubed lightly and pushed his  cock up into my ass.  He fucked me slowly for a few minutes; just languidly enjoying the sensation of my asshole being stretched by his throbbing dick.  He ran his hands lightly down my sides to my ass, up to my ribs and down again.  A few more minutes and he said, “Poppers” and Mr. C passed a brown bottle with a black label to Mr. Frost.  He brought it over to me and opened the bottle.  Walther withdrew, but kept stroking his cock between my ass cheeks.

    Mr. Frost had me raise my head, said “deep  whiff”, held the bottle under my left nostril, and closed the right.  I breathed in deeply and my cock pulsed and a few dribbles of cum escaped.  He did the same with my right nostril and I reached behind me, found his cock and caressed it, asking softly, then louder and louder, “fuck me please, fuck me, please fuck me…”

    The Rush poppers I’d had before had given me a desire, or more a need, to be fucked immediately.  The one tonight was harder.  I wanted and almost felt hands all over me, fondling and caressing, groping and slapping and rubbing and pinching and at last Walther spread my ass cheeks and as I  whimpered  “please please fuck me so hard” Walther slid his cock into me and took a couple of slow strokes, then gripped my ass and fucked me hard and fast.  My cock  throbbed and I  didn’t even try to hold back what felt like a balls draining deluge of cum. 

    And moments later Walther withdrew and went to stroking his cock.  Lupin and Mr. Frost turned me to face Mr. Walther and got me on my knees. 

    Walther stroked faster .

    Lupin and Mr. Frost leaned against my arms, pinning them gently against the table.

    Walther got close, whispering “come on, come on little bitchboy… “

    Lupin held my mouth open and he and Mr. Frost held my head still

    Walther groaned and shot  a long stream of jizz across my face, another and a third  and two small shots into my math.

    When he had squeezed the last dribbles of cum onto my face I licked and sucked his  cock clean.

    Then Mr. Sinclair walked me into the restroom to cleanup and Dick called CUT.

    We all  had one more drink in the main lounge and the men chatted while I relaxed on a barstool.   Occasionally one came over  to me and chatted, feeling my thigh.  Or two or more would wander to me and talk around me while fondling and caressing my thighs and shoulders and breasts and brushing fingers along my  lips and ears.

    We broke up around eleven.  Mr. C told me the Bare Brothers liked what they saw.  They’d have a better idea after the first couple weeks of sales, but  they hoped for another shoot in later June either way.

    Mr. C dropped me off at around 1145 pm and said he’d see me Thursday for work.

    I headed to the living room and  Uncle Mitch came out and nearly bumped into me.  He smiled and said he heard the car and came out to make sure he hadn’t locked the chain.

    I told him I was going to take a shower and come down for the late movie.

    After the shower I put on black briefs and a short robe and went downstairs.  Uncle Mitch called to me from the living room and asked me to get him a refill gin tonic.  Another voice called for a beer.  It wasn’t Mr. Drake .

    I got the drinks and when I  came back Uncle Mitch took his drink and the beer.  A two on one loop was playing on the projector, part of a 50-minute reel.  And a thin blonde man with dark green eyes wearing a dark blue vested suit stood and took the beer.

    Uncle Mitch introduced him as Daniel Evans.  The short story was that the company Uncle Mitch worked for had scheduled their summer national business conference in August in our city. Mr. Drake had suggested me for the service and entertainment for a private party on Sunday of the three-day weekend.  The guests were 35 to 45 gay men from branches in Canada and the U.S.  

    I said I was pretty sure I could do it and I’d let him know by mid-July.

    Uncle Mitch came over and tapped my drink and I drank.

    Mr. Evans shook hands with me then ran two  fingers down my cheek  ,  neck, breast, nipple and navel, and casually told me “Drop your pants.”

    I dropped my briefs.  He said, “Turn around.”. I did and he felt and caressed my ass.  He said “Good” and asked Uncle Mitch to walk him out.

    Uncle Mitch returned and said “He’s here to next Wednesday.  He’ll be back before he leaves.”

    He opened his robe and fondled his hard cock , “And I’m horny”.

    He sat on the sofa and spread his legs, “Get on over here and suck my dick, buddy.”

    How could I say no?  Well, actually, I would have enjoyed it more if he’d topped me.

    The funny thing is that I just enjoyed sucking Uncle Mitch, but I got horny as hell just thinking about his boss using me.

    Go  figure 😁

    Til next time

    Val


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  • Tryst at Troy

    While Hector and Aeneas napped in Hector’s bedroom, Achilles was busy with his own preparations for the evening’s tryst. He knew that for Hector’s proposed scheme to end this tedious siege to be successful, he would need to win over Ajax, one of the members of the Greek War Council. Ajax and Achilles were cousins, both being of divine ancestry. Fortunately, Ajax had returned from his ship and had set up his tent not far from Achilles’ own. Achilles went in search of his cousin.

    Ajax, totally nude, was exercising outside his tent. He did so every day in order to maintain his huge muscles and massive physique. Rivulets of sweat streamed down his gigantic body, so that it gleamed in the sun. As Achilles approached, he paused in his exercise regimen to greet his kinsman.

    “Greetings, cousin,” Ajax boomed, panting slightly from his exertions. “To what do I owe this visit?”

    “Good morning, Ajax. I wonder if you might be interested in having some fun tonight.”

    “Fun? What sort of fun did you have in mind?”

    “Let’s get out of the sun,” Achilles urged. “I think you’ll be interested in what I have to say.”

    Ajax shrugged and led the way into his tent, where the two Greek heroes sat on the edge of his sleeping pallet. The sweaty giant leisurely toweled himself dry as Achilles began recounting the events of his past couple of nights with Hector on Mount Ida.

    *****

    “… So I’m going to meet Hector again tonight,” Achilles concluded, “and I was wondering if you’d like to come with me.”

    Ajax locked eyes with his cousin in an intense stare for a short time, then blinked, shook himself, and stood. “Let me get this straight,” he said slowly. “You’ve been having sex with the enemy, and that’s okay with you? You don’t see a problem with it?”

    Achilles snorted derisively. “Oh, come on, Ajax!” he snapped angrily. “They’re horny men, just like you and me. Besides, this conflict isn’t our war. The Trojans have done nothing to harm you or me. If you recall, Helen accompanied Paris to Troy of her own free will. Menelaus – and, by extension, his brother Agamemnon – is suffering from wounded pride, that’s all. Really, what do you have against the Trojans? What have they ever done to you?”

    Ajax was silent as he thought about it for a bit. Achilles waited patiently.

    “Well …” the muscular giant eventually responded, reluctant to concede the point, “… nothing … I guess.”

    “Exactly!” Achilles responded triumphantly. “So come with me tonight. You’ll have a lot of fun.”

    “Okay,” Ajax agreed. “What time?”

    “Come by my tent after dark. We can relax there until it’s time to leave. Oh, and make sure you’re totally naked – except for sandals, if you like. We’re operating under a flag of truce, so no funny business during the night – just good, healthy, man-to-man sex.”

    “Sounds great!” Ajax exclaimed. “I’ll do it.” After some small talk and more promises, he ushered Achilles out of the tent and resumed his workout.

    *****

    Back in his own tent, Achilles quickly scribbled a note and handed it to a trustworthy manservant with specific instructions for its delivery.

    Shortly thereafter, Hector and Aeneas, still naked, heard a soft knock at Hector’s bedroom door. Extricating himself from Aeneas’ embrace on the bed, Hector walked over to the door and opened it slightly. There stood one of his most trusted manservants holding a note. Hector took it from him and asked him to bring some food and drink for himself and Aeneas, as they’d had no sustenance since they had returned home that morning.

    Returning to the bed, Hector perused the letter.

     

    My dear Hector,

    As we need the vote of my cousin Ajax to sway the Greek war council to our point of view, I am bringing him with me tonight. I think that you will like him. He’s very tall and extremely brawny and muscular, with curly brown hair all over his body. His phallus is quite long and also very thick.

    I hope that you will bring along the person you told me about last night. He sounds great!

    I look forward to being with you tonight.

    Achilles

    Tossing the note to Aeneas to read, Hector observed, “It looks like we’re in for a lot of hot sex tonight, so after we eat, we probably should get more sleep, so we can be fresh for the Greeks.”

    “An excellent idea,” Aeneas agreed, grinning.

    Just then the door opened, and the manservant came in with trays of food and wine for the two men. Then he withdrew and stood watch outside the door to ensure that the two men were not disturbed. They ate and drank until they were satisfied, then lay back down on the bed entwined in each other’s arms and went back to sleep.

    *****

    Shortly before midnight, Hector and Aeneas stood at the rendezvous point at the foot of Mount Ida. The Greeks arrived a few minutes later. Achilles introduced Ajax to the two Trojans, and Hector did likewise with Aeneas.

    With the formalities completed, Achilles and Hector embraced lovingly, their lips mashing together in a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Ajax and Aeneas lustfully ogled one another’s naked body, and their penises began to rise in anticipation of what was to come that night. As they reached for each other’s engorging manhood, Hector, noticing the obvious attraction between the newcomers, broke his clinch with Achilles.

    “Hold on there, you two,” he admonished softly. “Let’s hike up to the top of the mountain before we start getting down and dirty with one another.” He led the way up the somewhat overgrown trail, with the three others in single file close behind him. It was a warm night, so by the time they reached the ruined temple of Heracles at the summit of Mount Ida, the muscular bodies of all four men were gleaming with sweat.

    They stood awkwardly for a few moments, looking at one another in silence, sizing up the others. Hector was the first to move, stepping in to wrap Ajax and Achilles in a mighty bear hug. Not wanting to be left out, Aeneas joined the trio. The friendly get-acquainted huddle quickly developed into a frenzy of groping hands, arms, lips, and tongues exploring the others’ naked bodies.

    Eventually Aeneas broke away from the writhing mass of naked muscularity and, grabbing Ajax’s engorged member, pulled the Greek hero over to the abandoned altar. The two musclemen kissed deeply as their hands explored every inch of each other’s brawny body, from thick necks down over boulder-like biceps and meaty pecs – paying special attention to their hard, pink nipples. Descending over muscle-laddered midriffs, they reached around to squeeze one another’s glutes, pulling them apart to explore the crevice between them. Their throbbing hard-ons mashed against each other, slick with their free-flowing pre-cum.

    Reluctantly Aeneas pulled away and stretched out on his back on the flat surface of the altar, with his head hanging back over one end of the square slab and his legs dangling off the other end. “Hey, Ajax,” he urged softly. “Straddle my head and feed me that horse-cock swinging between your legs. I want to try to take you all the way down to your root.”

    Ajax laughed as he approached the supine Trojan. “I’ve never yet met anyone who can take this big boner of mine all the way,” he boasted. “Let’s see if you’re up for the challenge.”

    The Greek hero stood in front of Aeneas and slowly fed the burly Trojan his enormous cock. Inch after inch gradually disappeared into Aeneas’ mouth and down his throat. Ajax reveled in the feel of the tight gullet as he pushed forward. Suppressing his gag reflex, Aeneas opened his throat and took in the entire organ all the way down to the loose-hanging balls.

    Ajax groaned in unbridled lust and admiration as he began to fuck Aeneas’ face. “By the Gods, what an expert cocksucker you are!” He noticed the Trojan’s erect cock thrusting up from his crotch and bent over to take it into his mouth, sucking the throbbing shaft enthusiastically.

    Standing to one side, Hector and Achilles enjoyed watching the erotic scene while masturbating each other with one hand and finger-fucking one another’s ass-chute with the other. As their passion mounted, their boners began to drool pre-cum from their piss-slits, running down the shafts to provide needed lubrication.

    Achilles nodded his head toward the altar. “Shall we join those two in their fun?” he whispered to Hector.

    “Why not?” the Trojan hero responded. “After all, Aeneas butt-fucked you last night without your consent. I think it only fair that you return the favor tonight, don’t you?”

    Achilles nodded, grinning lewdly. Moving to stand between Aeneas’ dangling legs, he lifted and spread them, exposing the tight butt-hole to the night air. He bent down and ran his tongue over Aeneas’ puckered rosebud, probing the hole as it began to spasm, until it was awash with his saliva. Hector stood close behind him.

    “He should be primed now, Achilles. Push in your cock hard and fast,” the Trojan prince whispered in Achilles’ ear. “He prefers it that way, rather than gradually easing it in. Shove it in quickly.”

    Achilles straightened up. Placing the tip of his drooling cockhead against Aeneas’ tight sphincter, he powerfully thrust forward, ramming his love-pole in to the hilt, until his pubic hairs were crushed against Aeneas’ beefy ass. Aeneas grunted in surprise as he was brutally penetrated, but he and Ajax continued to suck each other with no break in their rhythm.

    Hector stepped up behind Achilles and wrapped his arms around the Greek hero’s brawny chest, finding his nipples and roughly pinching and twisting them. His hard cock nestled in the crease of Achilles’ ass, rubbing up and down, lubricating the asshole with his pre-cum.

    Achilles moaned softly, “Mm, Hector, fuck me. Shove that big rod deep inside me. Breed me, lover.”

    Achilles moved his ass back and forth as he fucked Aeneas, and on one particularly energetic pullback, he felt Hector’s dripping cockhead pop through his elastic sphincter. The Trojan’s throbbing rod was propelled up Achilles’ tight fuck-channel. “Oh, yeah, Hector,” Achilles moaned. “That’s good. Fuck me. Fuck me!”

    With Achilles doing most of the work, Hector simply hunched against his back, with his hands still manipulating the Greek hero’s nipples, working them ruthlessly. His magnificent cock pistoned in and out of the Greek’s muscular body as Achilles fucked Aeneas.

    Aeneas’ ass was at the perfect height and angle for Achilles’ boner to grate against his prostate every time the Greek hero thrusted forward, so before long the Trojan was on the edge of orgasm. He humped his body back and forth, and his butt moved up and down to help Achilles achieve maximum penetration. With his legs elevated, his crotch had moved closer to Ajax’s suctioning mouth, and the Greek hero was eagerly deep-throating the Trojan’s drooling pillar all the way to its root.

    The ruined temple echoed with the sounds of flesh wetly slapping flesh and the increasingly lusty moans and slurps of the four muscular heroes as they all approached the point of no return almost simultaneously. Their orgasms tumbled like dominoes.

    Ajax was the first to seize up, flexing his muscles as a flood of man-cream fired from his bull-balls and caromed up the length of his colossal cannon, buried deep in Aeneas’ welcoming throat. His bellow of pleasure as he let loose was muffled by the Trojan’s cock filling his mouth. Repeated salvos spewed from the tip of Ajax’s boner, and Aeneas was hard-pressed to keep up with the sheer flood of liquid love that threatened to drown him. He swallowed as fast as he possibly could, gulping down what seemed like gallons of the Greek’s sperm. It was enough to trigger his own climax.

    Aeneas bucked and stiffened. He wanted to warn Ajax of his impending orgasm so that the Greek could pull off if he wanted to, but his mouth was too full of cock and sperm, so all he could do was moan as his baby-batter spurted out into Ajax’s sucking mouth. To his surprise, Ajax didn’t even flinch, taking the Trojan’s load like a pro and eagerly chugging it down his gullet.

    Aeneas’ body was wracking with coital spasms, and his asshole clenched tightly around Achilles’ thrusting truncheon. The additional pressure and undulating muscle spasms around his boner, coupled with Hector’s constant stimulation of his prostate, was too much for the Greek fucker. With a bellow of lustful release, he shot deep up Aeneas’ welcoming shit-chute, his balls pumping burst after burst of potent semen into the Trojan. His muscular body was transfixed in a rictus of pleasure.

    Hector could no longer resist the sexual fever of his companions. Releasing Achilles’ nipples, he grabbed the Greek’s waist and began thrusting brutally. Rapidly his balls pulled up to the base of his cock and prepared to release their bounty. His cries of passion joined those of Achilles as he began to shoot. Wave after wave of thick man-milk tumbled out his piss-slit into the Greek’s welcoming body as his thick organ was ravished by Achilles’ tight, hot chute.

    The four naked musclemen gingerly uncoupled as they came down from their sexual highs. Breathing heavily, they moved away from the altar and collapsed to the ground in a sweaty heap.

    As the night went on, they experimented with various other couplings, positions and roles, so that no mouth or butthole remained unpenetrated. In particular, Ajax and Aeneas achieved new heights of sexual pleasure: first when the Greek’s enormously long and thick cock explored and stretched Aeneas’ fuck-chute more than it ever had been before, and then when Ajax surrendered his anal virginity to Aeneas and discovered the pleasures that having his prostate poked and prodded could provide. And Hector and Achilles finally affirmed their love for one another.

    As the eastern sky began to lighten, the four men quickly descended to the plains of Ilium and went their separate ways, Hector and Aeneas to the city and Achilles and Ajax to their tents on the beach, after agreeing to another tryst that night.


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  • Unexpected encounter

    It was a Wednesday afternoon and as I left my last account for the day and headed back to the neighboring town where my motel was, the skies grew ever darker.  It wasn’t because of the time of day, it was because of the storms brewing overhead.

    The rains started as a light shower, and I saw a motorcycle approaching from the rear at a high rate of speed. The lone rider was getting wetter by the second as he passed me.  I felt sorry for him being out in this weather.

    I was about a mile from my motel when I saw the biker pulled off under an overpass, trying to stay out of the rain. I pulled to the shoulder behind his bike and motioned for him to get in the car.

    As he walked up to the passenger side, I lowered the window and told him to hop in.

    “I appreciate the offer, sir, but I’ll get it all wet,” he told me.

    “It’s vinyl. Your damn sure not going to hurt it.  Get in out of the weather,” I ordered.

    As he sat down, I offered my hand and said, “I’m Mark Rivers,” as he smiled and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.  I’m Jim Tatum.”

    “If I may asked, where the fuck you headed in this weather?” I said.

    “I’m headed for Sandy Point for a job interview.  I was hoping to get there before stopping, but as you can see, I didn’t make it.”

    “If this weather hadn’t moved in, you’d have made it there about midnight.  That’s where I live. It a nice town where everyone minds their own business.”

    “It sounds great,” he said.

    “It is,” I replied, and asked what he had been doing up until now.

    “I just finished my enlistment in the Marines, and starting my life as a civilian.”

    “You’ll like it there.” I began, if you make it there without drowning.”

    He laughed as I said, “Look, I’ve got a room just up the road at the Rainbow Inn. If it lets up a little, why don’t you follow me there where you can dry off and wait the storm out.”

    “I’d like getting out of these wet clothes, that’s for damn sure,” he replied, “but I don’t want to impose on you.  What if it doesn’t stop?”

    “Then, you will keep your ass there until it does stop,” I replied.

    It let up after a few minutes to a light drizzle and we headed out, with Jim following me.  We pulled into the motel and seconds after we parked and entered my room it started raining heavier than before.

    Once inside my room, seeing Jim shiver slightly, I turned off the air conditioner and turn on the heat.  Looking over at him I said, “Check your bag and see if you have anything dry to put on.”

    He began going through his things and soon said, “Mother fuck! Everything is wet.”

    “Well, I can take care of that easy enough, but first get out of those wet clothes.”

    “And put on what?” he asked with a grin.

    “Well, if you were in the military, you should be used to being around other guys totally nude.  I remember the showers when I was in,” I told him, then added, “But if you insist, I have a bathrobe you can wear.”

    He stripped out of his wet clothes and I watched casually as he did.  He had an awesome body with a nice even coating of brown hair on his chest and ‘USMC’ tattooed above his left nipple.  But his awesome long cock is what I noticed the most,  it was at least seven inches long soft and cut. My mouth began to water. I had to restrain myself from dropping to my knees.

    Handing him the robe, I said, “I only use this in an emergency in case someone knocks.  I’m really a nudist at heart.”

    Smiling, he said, “No shit?”

    “No shit,.” I replied. “I am much more comfortable being nude.  I live outside of town on just over a hundred thickly wooded acres with the house in the middle.  It’s totally hidden and I am free to live nude twenty-four seven inside and out.”

    “Mark, I was raised nudist.  My parents and grandparents were all nudist.   Keep the fucking robe and be yourself. It will be awesome to be around a fellow nudist.

    “I will, but first get your things together and I’ll take them to the guest laundry and dry them.”

    He gathered his things together and I took them to the laundry.  I returned to the room and stripped down and retrieved two beers from the mini fridge, handing one to Jim.

    “I feel so at home,” he said as he looked me over.  

    “I wasn’t raised nudist,” I began, “but at an early age I got nude every chance I got.  All through school, once I was allowed to be at home alone, as soon as I got home I stripped and stayed nude until time for my parents to get home.”

    “We always vacationed at nudist resorts, and it was so awesome to see other naked families and kids my age,” he said.  

    “My wildest memory,” he continued, “is when I was about fourteen and another boy and I went walking down a trail and spotted two guys off the path in the bushes.  The first thing we saw was them kissing and as we got closer, one knelt down and started sucking the other. We watched and jerked off while they blew each other.”

    “Being at the age you were and I’m sure curious, I’m surprised you and your bud didn’t try it,” I said with a slight smile.

    With a big grin on his face, he said, “We did, the next day.”

    “I think most of us did at some point in our life. I did it also.”

    I changed the subject to try and avoid getting a boner, and we finished our beer.  I slipped on just my slacks and retrieved his dry clothes from the laundry. After returning to the room, I removed my slacks as he folded his clothes. Setting them aside and his bag dried out, he turned and said, “May I ask you a personal question, and if I’m out of place just tell me.”

    “Ask away,” I replied.

    “When you and the other boy sucked each other, was it a one time thing, or did you continue later?”

    “Jim, I’m not going to lie to you.  I continued to do it with him and others and I still enjoy it today. What about you?”

    “Same here, and it was hell keeping it hidden while in the military. As long as it is mutual and not forced, I see no reason why two men can’t show affection to each other.”

    “Neither do I,” I replied.

    Stepping up to me he smiled and said, “It’s just one way to show gratitude for being treated nicely.”  He then leaned in for a kiss and I eagerly responded and leaned in and pressed my lips to his.  

    Seconds later out tongues were exploring each others mouth as our hands explored each others body and stiffening cocks.

    As out lips parted, he looked into my eyes and said, “I was hoping for this to happen.”

    “So was I,” I replied.  “From the looks of this storm, we have all night  together.”

    “Even if it stops, you will have to throw me out,” he replied.

    “Never happen,” I replied.

    Seconds later, the phone rang and I hesitated answering it.  When I finally did , it was my boss. 

    When I answered, he was his normal self, all business.  Immediately, he said, “Mark, first thing in the morning, head home.  I need to see you in my office at eleven sharp.”

    When I tried to ask if something was wrong he abruptly said, “See you tomorrow,” and hung up.

    Jim looked at me curiously and I quickly told him “That was my boss. He wants me in his office at eleven tomorrow.”

    I walked over to him and kissed him then said, “I’m not going to worry about him tonight. Tonight, you come first.”

    We kissed passionately as we gently lay on the bed and soon he was giving me a full body tongue bath which had me moaning in sheer pleasure.  Then, when his mouth engulfed my cock all I could do was moan softly.

    A second later, I felt my cock head touch the depths of his throat and when I looked down his nose was buried in my pubic bush.  He held it there for several seconds before backing off and working his hot mouth back and forth on my hard cock.  

    After a few minutes I flipped around and we started a hot sixty-nine, lovingly and slowly sucking each others cock. As each of us grew closet to our climax, we sucked with more energy.  Before long we were sucking each other with the speed of a jackhammer.

    We climaxed seconds apart and Jim’s load was huge, and thick, however some how I managed to swallow every delicious drop.  After we kissed for a few minutes he smiled and said, “Next time I want it in my ass.”

    “Just as long as I get yours in the same place,” I told him.  

    As we lay there in each others arms, I asked, “Knowing how the military is, were you able to play with others?”

    “Oh, yes,” he said.  “There was more activity than you would have believed.  It started in basic with the drill instructor.  If you played, when he found out where you were being sent, he would contact his connections there to look for you. Male sex was common.  We were stationed on a naval base and when those guys came in from months at sea, they let anyone have their cock, and it was all kept secret.  You knew who to go to for pleasure”

    “What about the officers?” I asked.

    “The officers were more into sucking and getting fucked where the enlisted were more into oral, both giving and receiving. I’ve even had my cock up the ass of an Admiral.”

    “Well,” I began, “Why don’t you show me what yours fits up my ass.”

    “Only if I get to try yours on for size,” Jim replied.

    Soon he was fucking me while we kissed and after filling me with his seed, we switched and I filled his ass with my seed.

    Cuddled together we, drifted off to sleep as the storm continued to rage outside.

    The next morning we looked out and it was clear and sunny.  After a hot sixty-nine, we went to breakfast before returning to the room and packing our bags.  Before we parted, I gave Jim my cell number, telling him to please keep in touch.

    “You can count on it,” he told me before kissing me goodbye.

    We pulled out and headed for Sandy Point, where he had an interview for a job and I had a meeting with my boss.  It was then that I realized that I didn’t have a clue at to what job he was applying for.

    I arrived in town shortly after ten and went to the office.  As I checked on my accounts, I noticed several others were looking at me and smiling as if they knew or suspicion something.

    One of the secretaries came up to me and said, “I was told to remind you to be in the conference room at eleven sharp. No earlier.”

    “That sounds like the old man,” I said with a grin as she smiled back.

    I went to the small sandwich shop for coffee and found it almost empty which was extremely unusual. After having my coffee, I headed back to conference room and at eleven sharp I opened the door and stepped in.

    As I looked around I realized why the offices were almost empty, everyone was here.  Mr. Bates, the company president, was standing at the podium and motioned me to join him.  I did and as I stepped up next to him, he began speaking.

    “Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sure nearly all of you know Mark Rivers. Mark has been our top salesman for the last eight quarters running and is in the lead this quarter.  Because of his exceptional work and devotion to the company, I’m proud to announce his new position as Vice President of Sales.”

    I stood there totally stunned, not knowing what to say, as the president continued, saying, “Mark will be based here in the office and will be available to assist any and all of you salespeople, regardless of whether you are inside sales or on the road. Let’s give him a big welcome.”  Everyone started applauding as the boss motioned me to stand next to him.

    I thanked everyone for the recognition and promised to assist them in any way possible.. As the meeting broke up, Mr. Bates stepped up and said, “Let me show you to your office.”

    He guided me down the hall to my new office, telling me to choose one of the ladies from the secretary pool to be my private secretary, then told me to take the rest of the day off.

    I was glad that I was going to be home regularly, but realized that I’d be missing some awfully hot sex with a few of my customers and others I had met when on the road. Then I realized that I’d be more available to have Jim over, and I realized that although I had given him my number, I failed to get his.

    I headed home, still not believing what had transpired.  As I neared my house, I saw the hot eighteen year old that lived several houses down from me, Steve Mercer, mowing his parents yard.  I had discovered Steve enjoyed male sex a few months earlier when ran into him sucking another guys cock at an old park.  Since then, we usually got together most weekends when I was home.

    When he saw me pulling to the curb, he stopped and walked over, a smile on his face.  As he walked p to the car, he said, “I sure would like to see you this weekend.”

    “Well,” I began, “just so you know, I’ll now be available every day.”

    Asking what I meant, I told him about my promotion and he seemed happy. I told him I’d enjoy his company and to stop by.  He said he’d see me about eight.

    It was a quarter to eight when the doorbell rang as I stepped out of the shower.  I assumed it was Steve and went to the door nude.  Verifying it was him, I opened the door.

    Seeing me nude, he smiled and said, “Damn, Mark, are you that anxious?”

    “I just got out of the shower, your smart ass,” I said before he kissed me.  

    After the kiss, he smiled and said, “My parents are out of town so I can stay all night it you would like me to.”

    I loved fucking his tight ass and sucking his hot cock so I told him I would love for him to stay.  Normally it as for two hours at the most.

    I locked up the house and we headed for the bedroom and by the time we got there he was totally nude, his eight inch cock rock hard. He stepped up to me and kissed me, offering his tongue and accepting mine, he said, “Mark, I need to get fucked bad.”

    “Steve, you know I love fucking  your hot ass,” I said.

    “Yea, I know, but tonight is different,. I want you to fuck me until your close to shooting them stop, but don’t pull your cock out. Then, once the urge to shoot leaves fuck me some more. I’ll tell you when to shoot your load  but when you do pull out of my ass and shoot in my mouth.”

    “Why are you doing it this way?” I asked.

    “One of my other fuck buds said his brother does it to him that way and when he his brother is ready, he pulls out and cums in his mouth and his load is huge.  I want to try it and see.”

    “Well, then, lets get started,” I said.

    Steve lay on the bed on his back and pulled his legs up. I lubed my cock and got into position and as I entered him, I thought of how much I loved his ass and the first time he asked me to fuck him. 

    I went in balls deep and as I began to piston in and out he pulled my face to his and we began to tongue kiss,  I edged in his ass seven times and finally he said, “Feed me next time.”

    As I neared my next climax, I pulled out and straddled his chest as I shoved my cock into his mouth.  Hungrily, he began sucking me, and moments later my cock exploded and filled his mouth with my load. He gagged slightly but kept the entire load in his mouth and swallowed.

    As I pulled out of his mouth, he smiled and said, “He was right. It does make for a huge reward.  That was the biggest load you ever fed me. We’ll have to do that again.”

    After I licked up the puddle of precum off his belly, I asked if he was ready to try the same with me.  He smiled and said, “Fuck yea.”

    Seconds later he was in my ass fucking away. He edged six times when he said he couldn’t hold off any longer.  He quickly pulled out and straddled my chest and as his cock entered my mouth, it exploded, feeding me the biggest load to ever enter my mouth. Never had I eaten that much cum at one time but I loved it.

    We kissed and made out passionately, and later had a hot sixty-nine, after which he said that he had been fucked by his college football coach after practice earlier in the week.  When I asked how it happened he admitted that they had met on line in a gay chat room and didn‘t know who each other was until they met.  He said that the coach used the name ‘baller’ in the chat room. I suggested that maybe we could have a three way sometime. 

    After eating my ass for a while then another sixty-nine, he decided to go on home.  As always, I told him how much I enjoyed out time together.

    Then, on Saturday afternoon, I decided to check out the chat room and when I had logged in I looked at the list of occupants in the room and soon found ‘baller’.  I went into private chat and told him that I had been told how hot he was and would like to find out for myself.

    We discussed our likes and dislikes and he invited me to meet him for a beer at a local tavern. I did and after the beer he invited me to his place. Baller was actually Coach Dave Parsons , head football coach at the local college.  He insisted on discretion and I understood why.

    For a man in his early fifties, he was extremely well built and spry. And when he removed his pants he was hung like a horse and hard as a rock.  I knew I wanted to suck it abut I also wanted it in my ass but wasn’t sure if I’d survive the entry.

    We stripped and as he headed for his bed, I said I needed his bathroom.  Smiling he said, “If you just need to piss, I’m a urinal,” and with that he dropped to his knees and opened his mouth. Stepping up to him, I placed my cock in his open mouth and as he sealed my cock in his mouth, I let the flow begin. 

    He moaned softly as he began swallowing my piss, and as the flow stopped momentarily he managed to say, “I want more.”  I finished draining my bladder and when he stood up he told me how delicious it was and kissed me. 

    Coach Parsons and I had an awesome make out session followed by an incredibly hot sixty-nine.  His load was huge, thick, and sweet, and I devoured drop of it. 

    Then, after another hot passionate kiss, he opened the drawer of his bedside table and extracted a small can of Crisco shortening.  Looking at me he asked, “Do you know what this is for?”

    Smiling, I said, “You want to get fisted.”

    “You got it, stud, and I can definitely take you to your elbow but keep going until I tell you to stop.”

    I coated my hand and arm up to the elbow with the Crisco and began my entry.  When my hand had completed its entry and his ass closed around my wrist, he moaned and said, “That feels so fucking awesome. See how deep you can go.”

    I began to slowly piston in and out of his hole, going deeper with each inward thrust.  As I did he moaned and said how great it felt.  I soon reached my elbow and on his orders, continued to go deeper. 

    I was about two inches past my elbow when he told me not to go any deeper.

    Looking at me he smiled and said, “Every time I get fisted I let the guy go deeper that the previous guy.  I’m hoping to eventually take it up to the shoulder.  I did it once to another guy and want it done to me.”

    “You went in him all the way to your shoulder?” I asked, as I gently pistoned back and forth in his hole.

    “Yes and it was awesome.  I was determined then to do it also.”

    We both needed to piss so we got into a sixty-nine and became each others urinal. After devouring each other piss, we kissed

    After the kiss, I said I had a personal question and if he chose not to answer it I would understand.  Looking at me he said, “Ask away.”

    “Do you have sex with any of the players, and if so, how many?”

    “I’ll answer your question but I need your promise to keep the answers to yourself,” he said, seriously.

    “You have my word,” I promised.

    “The answer to the first part is yes, I do.  The answer to the second part is six and three.”

    “Six and three?” I asked. “Can you clarify that?

    Smiling, he said, “I get together with six of them and they fuck my ass and mouth.  Then secretly, I get with three of those six who suck and get fucked.”

    “You lucky bastard.  I’d love to join in on both those groups,” I told 

    him.  I wanted to tell him that a student  had told me about him and the web site but I kept it all to myself.

    I left his place, looking forward to hearing from him about joining the group. I would have loved to have him and the six others to all feed me their hot cum loads.

    Later in the week, I got a text from Jim saying that he gotten the job he had applied for but was in training and out of touch and that he would contact me as soon as possible and not to try and text him.

    A week later, Dave contacted me and said that he had spoken with the six players and they were all for having another guy sucking their cocks.  He told me to be at his place Thursday night at seven.

    I went and Dave let me do most of the sucking.  As I sucked the first, I decided to hold his load in my mouth and try to have all six loads in my mouth before swallowing.  Half way through Dave realized what I was doing and asked me if that was what I was actually doing.  I nodded my head yes and he smiled and told the six players what I was doing, and asked if they wanted to watch me swallow all six loads.  They all said yes, so after I had drained the last one, Dave handed me a glass and I deposited what was in my mouth into the glass.  One of the hot guys smile and “Bottoms up, buddy.”

    I smiled and held the glass out to Dave who jerked off and added his load to theirs. It was then that I lifted the glass and drank all seven loads.  As I drained the glass all the boys began applauding me. Looking at them I said, “If he’s not available, I will be. If you’re horny, you can’t concentrate on your game.” 

    I made sure that they all knew how to contact me.

    That Saturday, I visited the adult video store on the edge of town, next to the truck stop. You could usually find one or more truckers wanting to get blown at any hour day or night.

    I went in and lucked out and sucked two cocks, then waited a minute or so before another guy came into the booth next to me. All the booth had a hook in them to accommodate your coat or what ever else you wanted to hang on it.  I had my pants hanging on my hook and after a moment or so. I noticed the guy in the booth next to me had his open mouth against the hole and was flicking his tongue.

    I turned and slid my cock into his hot wet mouth and as I did he deep throated me, swallowing all seven and a half inches. He was definitely not a beginner.  He knew just what to do to make it feel awesome.

    After a few moments I pulled back and motioned for him to put his cock through.  He did and I sucked him dry, then let him finish me off. I assumed he had left and decided to check the hallway and see if there was any hot cocks looking.

    When I stepped out of my booth, leaning against the far wall with his arms crossed and a smile on his face was Jack Mercer, Steve’s father.  Upon seeing him, I froze, never dreaming he played.

    “I need to talk with you if you don’t mind,” he said. 

    We went out to my car and both got in.  as we sat there, I looked over and asked, “Was that you in the booth next to me?”

    Smiling, he said, “Yes I’m the one that sucked you off, and I loved it. And, by the way, you give damn good head also.  I’d like to get with you regularly, but I have something else on my mind.”

    I suspicion what he was about to ask and it was verified when he asked, “Are you and Steve having sex together?”

    “What make’s you ask that?” I replied.

    “Mark, put two and two together. He’s over at your place all the time, supposedly doing odd jobs for you but when he gets home he doesn’t appear to have been working and he is always in a good mood when he gets home. Hell, after I have sex, I’m also in a good mood. I just want to know the truth. Hell, I’d love doing him myself.”

    Looking at him, I said, “Yes, Jack, we’re having both oral and anal together, both giving and receiving.” I wait for his reaction.

    “After I knew it was you in the booth next to me and after what we did, I suspected as much. Can you figure out a way for me to join you two?”

    “Let me think it over, but you’re welcome to come over any time. I’d love getting you naked in my bed.”

    Smiling, he said, “And I’d love to be on my back with my legs pulled up kissing you as you fuck my ass.”

    “Plan on it, “ I replied.  “As for the other, let me think about it.”

    Two days later Jack got his wish when he visited me. Moments after he arrived, he was in my bed, totally naked, his legs pulled up to his chest, and my cock buried in his ass  as he said how great it felt.

    After filling his ass with my cum load, I sucked his cock dry, telling him I was working on getting he and Steve together at my place at the same time

    Two days later, Steve visited me and while he was sucking my cock, I told him about a friend of mine that had seen him leave my place and wanted to have a three way with us. Steve questioned me some about the guy and I was very generic about details. He admitted that he would love a three way where he had a cock in his ass and mouth at the same time. When I asked about Saturday evening, he quickly agreed.

    I told him to be over about seven, and I’d have my friend arrive at seven thirty.  He quickly agreed and as soon as he left I called Jack and told him it was set and to arrive at seven thirty and strip in the living room then come to the bedroom. He said to count on him.

    Saturday evening arrived and Steve arrived at seven sharp. I was nude when I greeted him and he quickly stripped and we headed for the bedroom for some preliminary making out before his dad arrived.

    At seven thirty we heard the front door open then close. Steve looked at me and I calmly said that he was getting undressed in the living room and wanted to join us already nude.

    I quickly had Steve lay on his back and I straddled his chest and put my cock in his mouth.  A second later Jack entered and seeing that Steve couldn’t see him, but had his cock in view, he quickly slipped between Steve’s legs and began sucking his sons hard cock.

    Steve stopped and looked up at me and began shoving me to the side in order to see who was sucking him.  When he realized who it was, all he could say was “Dad?”

    Jack paused just long enough to say, “Son, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time. Please don’t stop me.”

    He looked at me ad I smiled, and said, “Why don’t you do him while he does you?”

    Immediately, Steve moved around and he and his dad began their first sixty-nine, as I lay back and watched the beautiful site.  It wasn’t long before they both climaxed, feeding each other their huge loads. After each had swallowed, Jack took Steve in his arms and kissed him passionately, then told him he would love to have sex with him regularly. Steve immediately said he would like that also.  Before the night ended, they had taken turns sucking me and I had been given the pleasure of watching the fuck each other.

     

    Time passed, as I had sex with Steve and Jack both together and separately and with Dave Parsons, the football coach.

    Then, about eight weeks later, I got a call from Jim, the biker I had helped in the rain storm. I was totally shocked to hear from him after so long.

    “I thought you had totally forgotten me,” I told him.

    “That could never happen,” he said. “I want to see you and explain in person.”

    “I want to see you too,” I said. “When can you come over?”

    “Right now. Give me your address,” he said eagerly.

    I gave him my address and he said, “See you in twenty minutes.”

    Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on my door and when I opened it, I was totally taken aback. There stood, not the Jim Tatum I had met on the road, but a new more muscular Jim Tatum wearing a state police uniform.

    “What the fuck?” I said as I looked into his face, and stepped aside to let him in.

    “Are you shocked?” he asked, stepping up to me.

    “Totally, now fill me in,” I said.

    “I will,” he said, as he reached out and rubbed my crotch, “but I want him first.”

    He quickly pulled my shorts down and swallowed my cock.  Never did I dream I would have a state cop in uniform sucking my cock, and it didn’t take me long to feed him my load.

    After draining my balls into his belly, he stood up and kissed me.

    “Mark, when I arrived for my interview, they had done a preliminary background check on me and said I had passed it.  All single new recruits were housed in a dorm.  We were not allowed any phone use after an initial call I made to you. It was strictly class room and physical training.”

    “But when you called, why didn’t you tell me what was going on?”

    “I wanted to surprise you and besides, I was afraid that if you knew that I was going to be a state cop, you might not want sex.”

    “That will never happen,“ I told him. “You are fucking hot in that uniform and I’m getting hungry.”

    I stepped closer and after he removed his utility belt, I reach over and unzipped his pants and extracted his rapidly stiffening cock. Seconds later, I had my hands on his hips and his cock down my throat, working for his load.

    After draining him, I asked where he was staying, and he said that he was looking for a place and until then was still in the dorm at the academy.

    “If you want it, I have an extra bedroom you can have, rent free.”

    “Are you fucking serious?” he asked. “Come on,” I said, “I’ll show you”

    It was a large bedroom with a ‘Jack and Jill’ bathroom connecting to another bedroom I used as my home office.

    “You’ll have free roam of the house, but I live nude.  Can you accept that, being a cop?”

    “I can, but only if you can accept a cop living nude with you,” he said.

    “I think I can manage,” I said.  “Do you need help moving?”

    “Yes I do.  I’ve got more that I can haul on my bike, mainly uniforms and books. They have given us a week to find a place to live and get settled, then we start our patrols.”

    “Well for right now, get out of that sexy uniform and lets go get nasty,” I said.

    “I didn’t think you were ever going to suggest it,” he replied.

    We went to my room and quickly stripped and started making love, passionately kissing and licking each other.  After four hours of sucking, fucking, kissing, rimming, tongue fucking, and drinking each others piss, we dressed and headed for the academy to retrieve his things.

    It was a Friday and I wanted to be with  Jim as much as possible and decided to take a week of vacation.  I called the company president and said that something had come up and I needed a week off.

    “Mark, your work is completely up to date, and if I know you, you will be logging in from home and handling anything important. Take care of what you need to do.”

    Looking at Jim, I said, “We’ve got all week together.”

    After getting his belongings situated in his room, we did a lot of cuddling and kissing, and enjoyed being with each other. Even though we had only been together one night, I realized that I had missed him terribly.

    The entire week, we were never separated. We did everything together, even showering, and my feeling grew stronger by the day. Never had I felt like this with any other person. We didn’t have sex, instead we made love, passionately.

    Then, on that Saturday evening, after eating dinner, we had settled in the den, cuddled together, both nude, when Jim said, “Mark, can I speak openly?”

    “Of course you can,” I replied.

    “The night you let me stay with you when it was storming was probably the best night of my life up to that point.  In training, you were on my mind daily.  And now, being with you for the entire week, I find I care for you more that I ever have with any other person.  Mark, I’ve fallen in love with you.”

    I pulled him closer and said, “Baby, I know exactly how you feel because I feel the same way.  I have been with others I cared for but none I could ever say I loved until now, and I do love you.”

    He looked into my eyes and we kissed passionately. After the kiss, we vowed that we would only have sex with others when it was a three way.  We vowed to never do a one on one with another guy, without the others permission.  We both realized that we had separate taste in men.

    On Monday, Jim dressed for work in his uniform and I dressed in suit and tie and we kissed and wished each other a great day before leaving the house.

    That evening just moments after I got home, Jack called and asked if something was wrong.  When I asked why he was asking, he said he had seen a state cop leaving my house that morning.

    I laughed and said, “You and Steve come over later tonight and I’ll explain everything.”

    When Jim arrived home I told him about the call and we both laughed as I said “Are they ever in for a surprise.”

    “I’ve never been with a father and son before.  You think we might get something going?”

    “That is a given if we are both nude when they arrive,” I replied.

    “Well, I’m game if you are,” he said.

    Smiling, I said, “Well then, let’s do it.” 

    At shortly after seven, the doorbell rang, and after making sure it was  Jack and Steve, I answered the door.  Jim remained in the den, out of sight.  

    As we walked to the den, I explained how Jim and I met and that I let him share my room during the storm. When we entered the den, they were totally stunned to find him totally nude also. I made the introduction and as they shook hands, I said, “Feel free  to get comfortable.”

    As they stripped, I explained that when we met, Jim never told me who he was interviewing with, and that I didn’t know until after he had graduated the academy and came over an I saw him in uniform.

    Jack spoke up and said, “May I ask a personal question?”

    Jim and I looked at each other before I said sure.

    With a grin on his face, he asked, “Have you serviced him with him in full uniform?”

    Jim spoke up and said, “Yes, he has, and he has also handcuffed me to the bed and fucked me.”

    Steve spoke up and said, “Man, I’d love for a cop like you to handcuff me and fuck me while he’s in uniform.”

    I looked over at Jim and he knew what I was thinking.  He spoke up and asked id we would excuse him for a moment.  We said yes and he left the room, returning a few moments later in full uniform and his handcuffs ready to put on Jim.

    Guiding Jim to one of the chairs, he handcuffed him to it, then proceeded to unzip his uniform pans and extract his hard cock and begin entering Jim’s teen ass.

    As he began fucking Jim’s hole, Steve spoke up and said, “I’m not missing out on this,” and quickly stepped up on the chair seat, putting his hard cock in Jim’s face. Immediately, Jim swallowed the hard cock and began sucking it.  Moments later, both men climaxed.

    After removing the handcuffs and releasing Jim from bondage, he said, “That’s the first teen I ever fucked now I want his teen cock.”  Jim dropped to his knees and began sucking Steve’s rock hard cock.

    As Jack and I watched the action, Jack asked softly, “is he just a renter or is there more to it?”

    “I love him, Jack, and I’m planning on asking him to make it permanent.”

    “Well, let me know what he says,” Jack replied.

    After Jim sucked Steve to a wild climax and swallowed,  he turned to Jack and asked, “Well dad, how did it feel watching your son have sex with a cop?”

    “Fucking awesome,” Jack replied.

    I then spoke up and said, “Jim, right here bin front of my two best friends, I want to ask you something.”

    “What is it?” he asked.

    “Would you honor me and be my partner for life?”

    “Most definitely,” he said. “but there is one condition.”

    “And that is?” I asked.

    “We will both be free to have sex with others, but unless it’s unavoidable, we will always be together at night. I don’t want to sleep with anyone else.”

    “Agreed,” I said.

    Then Jack and Steve watched Jim and I seal our union with a hot sixty-nine.  After we had devoured each others loads, I looked at them and said, “Just so you two know, you are both welcome in our home at any time.”

    Jim spoke up and said, “I’m off Friday night.  Why don’t you plan on coming over for dinner then an all night sex marathon?”

    Steve spoke up and said, “I’m speaking for dad and I so count us in.” the rest of us burst out into laughter.

    I looked at Jim and said, “Just so you know, they are drinkers also.”

    “Perfect,” Jim said, “because I hate to have to stop what I’m doing to go piss.”

    Friday, they came over and we did it all: sucking, fucking, rimming, drinking from the tap, eating cum out of a freshly fucked hole, and last but not least, giving each other full body tongue baths.  The highlight of the night was Jack taking his first fist up his ass, and his son doing the honors.

    Jim and I both love sex with truckers and cruise the truck stop in a neighboring town, where Jim is not known.

    Then about a month later, Jim came home one Saturday morning from a Friday night shift and said,  “I had a tough decision last night and I hope it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass.”

    “What happened?” I asked.

    “You know the rest area out on Highway twenty-seven?” he asked.

    “Yea, I’ve sucked some hot truckers there before.  What happened.?”

    “I pulled in just checking it out and found a patrol car from  the Jacobs county jurisdiction.  The car was empty so I assumed the officer was using the restroom.  I went in and it was empty.  I started looking around and found him behind the building on his knees sucking one of the truckers.”

    “Oh, shit!  What did you do?”

    “The trucker was in the process of climaxing when he saw me watching.  He finished and quickly pulled out ad without ever putting his cock away, he started running for his rig.  The trooper turned and saw me and began begging me not to report him.  I asked him what the fuck he was doing and he said he just couldn’t resist.  I asked how long he had been doing guys and he said since his freshman year of college.  He said he didn’t want to chance anyone overhearing us so he asked me to follow him.  I did and  we ended up on a county road.”

    “Do I dare ask what happened?” I said.

    “He offered to blow me any time I wanted him to if I didn’t report him. He is hot as hell, thirty years old, built like a brick shit house and from the bulge in his pants hung like a horse, and married.  He said his wife had no idea he loved sucking cock.  I told him his secret was safe with me if he avoided the rest area, but if I saw him there again, I would have to turn him in.”

    “Did you let on that you loved cock also?” I asked.

    “Hell, no, but I would love to have a three way with him.”

    “Well, I might have an idea,” I said.

    “Bring it on,” he said. “What’s your idea?”

    “Next time you see him, invite him over for dinner, without his wife, of course.  Then sometime after he gets here, let him see you kiss me. That will blow his mind.” 

    Jim decided that he might try it at a later date.

    We had frequent sex with Jack and Steve and it was always awesome.  And when Jim had a weekend off, we’d go out of town and hit the gay bars and cruising spots, always ending up in either a three way or with another couple.

    Jim and I continued to try and hook up with a dad-son team. It was so hot seeing a father and son enjoying each other sexually, regardless of their age.

    We have been together three years now and look back and can’t believe how an unexpected encounter could turn out so beautifully.

  • Creamed Coffee

    I woke up this morning in a foul mood. I have been in a foul mood for more than ten days, actually. Both Jimmy and Pamela left me: Jimmy for another guy and Pamela for another guy, as well. It looks like it has been my fault really. For the past couple of months I have been acting weird and both my boyfriend and girlfriend have not appreciated that. I feel so shitty. And, what’s more, I want to fuck.

    I am bisexual. I enjoy sex in all its forms, regardless whether it’s with a female or a male. I do draw the line at SMBD. I prefer regular “vanilla” sex although I have experienced some of the other forms. I usually “top” when I’m in a gay relationship, but that is not a rule. For the right guy and at the right moment I can be a good “bottom” as well. The human physique turns me on and I do not differentiate between shapes, races, or age. I’ve been with different races, religions, weights, and ages, with both genders. However, I must confess that I go for small boobs, younger people (18-25), slim and fairly hairy (smooth is also ok) guys, and most importantly, hot reciprocal sex.

    Why have I been acting strangely? Well, I have gotten involved in some photo shoots and later into porn movies. I needed the money, and those paid quite well. The sex involved has not been very satisfying, with all the acting and interruptions, the cameras, the lights, and all kinds of instructions of how to pose, how to penetrate, how and when to shoot a load. But certainly, this action has been quite taxing physically. Since I was also involved with both Pamela and Jimmy, I found it extremely difficult to juggle time and energy, added to my masters’ courses in the evenings and my regular day job editing manuscripts.

    I have been, still am, easy to arouse sexually. I can go for seconds and thirds without waiting long for repeated erections. I am attractively built, at least according to the people who have seen me naked. I am fairly hung, according to the people I have fucked. But now I am upset at the fact that my financial needs are requiring so much of my sexual stamina that I cannot keep up with two lovers at the same time I am doing the photo shoots (now evolved to naked and aroused as well as action photos, both straight and gay) and the porn movies (also both straight and gay).

    Last night I decided to cut back on the porn. I have made enough money to keep me comfortable for a couple of years. I felt that I needed to put my life back together again. My losing Pamela and Jimmy made me forlorn. Although I value my independence a lot, I do not like to spend my nights alone. I need to have someone to share my bed.

    There is this guy at work, Peter. He has just joined the publishing house where I work, and he is hot. He is a fresh graduate and is working in the booth right next to mine, also editing manuscripts. During the first week, he has asked for my help quite often, and I have enjoyed giving him hints and helping him out.

    Last Monday, I am taking a leak in the office toilet, using one of the urinals, when Peter walks in, steps up to the urinal next to mine, and starts to pee. Using my peripheral vision, I notice that he has a nicely-shaped dick, but I am surprised to see him looking straight at my own dick. Without any premeditation on my part, I move a little sideways, giving him a better look. I hear him inhale and look up into my eyes. I smile, shake the last drops off my dick slit on the floor, wink at him, and shove my cock back into my pants.

    Back in our booths, Peter acts as if nothing has happened at the urinals, but I have developed an erection that will stay with me all day long until my appointment at 6:30 in the evening for the shooting of the final scene of a group-sex movie. When the shooting is over, I have ejaculated three times, fucked more than seven or eight pussies and asses, and serviced countless mouths. I am exhausted. After showering, I order a pizza and gobble it hungrily. Meanwhile, my dick erects for no reason at all. Well, I have been thinking of Peter, and that is quite reason enough. I end the day by watching some porn and masturbating.

    But I do need someone. It has to be Peter. I will have to do something today. I know he is interested from the way he has stared at my cock in the toilet. I have to do something. Fuck!

    I get to the office at 9:00 and meet Peter at the main entrance. We walk together to our booths. I am totally convinced that I should have him under me tonight. He is as tall as I am, slimmer than me, with dirty blond hair, and a killer bubble butt. I must have him. Tonight!

    As we settle down, Peter walks over and asks me if I want some coffee.

    “Sure,” I smile at him. “Black, please.”

    He laughs and my heart skips a beat. “You’re not much of a cream and sugar guy, are you, Ed?”

    I grab this as my key to insinuate what I have in mind for Peter. Gazing intensely into his eyes, I answer, slowly, “Peter, my man, I go for straight—coffee, I mean—but can take variations anytime.” My eyes drop down to his crotch and then back up to his eyes. They are wide and gazing at mine.

    “I’ll get the straight—coffee—and maybe discuss variations later,” he says in what I feel is a husky voice, but this could be in my sexually-inflated imagination.

    He walks back with the coffee, and we sit in our booths, our chairs slid out so we can chat.

    “So what variations were you talking about, Ed?” Peter asks.

    The kid is interested, definitely. I am more than interested, and my dick quivers inside my pants. Yes, I want him.

    “Well,” I answer, sounding intellectual, “life would be too dull if you stick to one thing all the time, Peter. I like my coffee straight black, but for other things I can vary into different more interesting stuff.”

    This is vague enough, but if Peter is thinking about what I am thinking he will surely get the point. He has struck me as a smart, sharp kid.

    “Hmmm. I can see your point. I also have seen ‘interesting stuff’ the other day.”

    “Oh?” I ask, trying to sound innocent. “Interesting as in…?”

    He smiles, wickedly, and drops his eyes to my crotch without saying anything. I am growing a bulge and my dick snakes along my boxer shorts down my thigh, outlining my pants. I touch myself meaningfully, sliding my hand slowly down my growing erection. The same inhaled breath comes out of Peter’s mouth as the one when he saw my dick at the urinal. He is still staring at my crotch, mesmerized.

    “We might get a variety of the black coffee at my place when we get off this afternoon,” I say to him.

    He nods, and without replying, and I notice his Adam’s apple juggle up and down twice as he gulps, slides back towards his desk and starts on a manuscript.

    My erection stays with me throughout the day. At 4:00, we close shop and I step out of my booth. “You ready for some coffee variation, Peter?” I ask.

    “Ummm. Yes. Sure, Ed. Lead the way.”

    As soon as we walk into my apartment, I pull him to me and kiss him straight on the mouth. Just like that. No introductions. No niceties. No wasted time. I feel the urgency filling my veins with lust.

    Peter groans and opens his lips allowing my tongue to slip inside and work his tongue. I lick and suck on his lower lip as I grind my crotch onto him. He returns my kissing with lustful moans coming from deep down his throat. I can feel his excitement pulsing against mine. As I have expected, Peter doesn’t resist at all. I knew it the moment I saw his expression when he saw my dripping dick in the office toilets.

    When we break for a breath, I say, “Coffee, Peter?”

    “I take mine with cream and sugar,” he says in a barely audible voice, his pants tenting in front of him, following me as I head for the kitchenette.

    “Sorry about the sugar, Pete. But I have plenty of cream if you can draw it out.”

    “Fuck, Ed. You are one horny guy, aren’t you?” I knew the kid was sharp. He immediately gets the underlying insinuations of my statements.

    “You noticed, huh?” I say with a touch of sarcasm.

    I walk behind the counter in the kitchenette and proceed with making the coffee. Peter is right behind me. He wraps his arms around my waist and presses his crotch on my butt. I enjoy the feeling of his erection and I grind back on him in response. He licks the side of my neck and then back to my nape. I can barely keep my hands calm as I pour the boiling water into the press-pot over the coffee grounds. I press down the coffee, reach up for two mugs, and pour the hot liquid into them, with Peter pressed hard against my back.

    Holding our mugs, we move over to the couch. “I need to show you something, Peter,” I say as we settle down next to each other.

    He places one hand on my thigh and says, “There is definitely something I would very much like to see, and more…”

    “You will, you will,” I answer as I reach for the remote control and turn on the DVD player. The movie is one of the porn flicks I am in. I feel I need to come clean with him before we go any further. I have no idea how he is going to react to my being a porn star. But he does need to know that. If we are to sleep together, Peter must realize that he can’t have me for himself all the time. He must know that I fuck others also.

    “Oh, wow!” Peter exclaims as he sees me stripping naked, my cock hard as a rock and a guy kneeling to blow me. “My God, Ed, you’re a fucking porn star!”

    “I just wanted you to know who you are getting yourself involved with,” I explain.

    “Hey,” Peter says without taking his eyes off the TV screen as the guy swallows my 20-centimeter thick cock, “this really is hot.” His hand moves up and down the inside of my thigh, touching my cock head which is now throbbing inside my boxer shorts.

    “You don’t mind?” I ask.

    “As long as I can have you, no,” he says as he rubs my erection. “I would really like to draw some of this cream into my coffee, Ed.”

    I turn off the TV, stand up in front of him, and pull down my pants and shorts. My cock springs out right at his face. Immediately, he takes me into his mouth. The kid is hungry. He tries to swallow all the way to the base but he gags.

    “Slowly, baby,” I whisper down to him as I play with his hair.

    Fighting his gag reflex, he tries harder and reaches my thick pubes, his lips warm and wet around the base of my cock shaft. I moan and push deeper arching my back and holding tight onto his head with both hands. He reaches for my balls and starts sucking up and down the shaft. I move with him, pumping in and out, gently, so that he doesn’t gag. A few minutes later, my full balls are more than ready to explode. He feels this, and without letting go of my dick, he grabs his coffee mug with one hand and wraps his palm around my balls. As soon as he feels my balls recede and tighten, he pulls off my balls and strokes the shaft of my cock, pointing the head directly into his coffee mug. I lose my load and squirt into the black liquid. After he finishes licking my dripping cock head, he stirs my cum with his finger and starts sipping his coffee, my sperm floating on the surface.

    The bitch keeps me excited enough at watching him drinking my cream in his coffee that I don’t lose my erection. I strip fully, take away his coffee mug, and order him to lose his clothes. As I watch him do so, I taste the coffee. Fuck! It tastes weird: creamy, but salty! Man, this is a first for me, drinking coffee with my own sperm as cream. My cock throbs and quivers.

    Peter is naked and I can see he is a god. Clothed, he doesn’t show the kind of body he is hiding. His chest is mostly smooth with a thin patch of hair in the middle and some hairs standing out around the nipples. His trail starts at his belly button and thickens to an impressive bush around a stiff, cut cock. He is not as big as me, but he is impressive. His cock is shaped beautifully, with low-hanging fuzzy balls.

    I am so hot for him. I want him. I want to fuck his ass deep and hard. I want to fill him with my cream.

    I pull him down on the carpet onto his stomach and spread his legs. Bending over him, I start licking his back down to his delicious butt, opening the cheeks, finding the inviting pink hole. When my tongue finds his hole and starts teasing it, Peter moans loudly. He pushes his butt back at my face. I lick up and down the hairy crack, kiss and bite the fuzzy cheeks, and probe into the twitching fuck hole with my tongue. His crack is wet with my spit.

    Lying on top of him, with my cock inside his crack, all wet with spit, I find his hole and penetrate. He cries out loud but pushes back against my crotch, sucking in my cock shaft. I slide easily into his beautiful body in spite of my thick cock. I shiver all over as my cockhead pushes his insides deep into his belly. He is moaning and grinding his butt onto my crotch. I can feel his ass tunnel stretch and engulf my shaft, housing me in ecstasy. I know that I am not fucking a virgin ass. Peter has certainly been fucked before: his hole accommodates me easily. When I start pumping into him, he meets my thrusts one for one. It doesn’t take me long to shoot my second load. I squirt for what it seems like an endless time, filling him with the cream he has so craved for, but instead of pouring it into his coffee mug, I pour it into his belly. Squirt after squirt, my sperm issues inside him. When I finish, he milks my cock by squeezing on the shaft, trying to get every drop of my juice. I lie on top of him, sweating and breathing hard. I lift his butt a little and reach for his dick. He has already ejaculated on the carpet while I was fucking him. His cock is soft and sticky. Kissing his nape, I pull out of his puckered ass.

    “Fuck, Ed. Stay inside me,” he pleads from under me. “Fill me more. You are so delicious. Stay inside me, please, Eddie, baby.” I am surprised that he still wants me inside him after he has shot his load. But I oblige.

    I immediately push back into him, my cock still semi-erect, helped with my own semen as a lubricant. I flex and he moans louder. We remain like this for a few minutes, with me flexing and grinding and Peter under me grinding back and squeezing his rim muscle on me. I start erecting again and he feels it.

    “Fuck me more, Ed,” he pleads again.

    I pull out and turn him over. As I lie on top of him, feeling the sticky cum from both our cocks, I kiss him deep. “Let’s shower, baby,” I suggest.

    Of course, in the shower I fuck Peter. He is so hot and he can take me so easily, so naturally, as if his fuck tunnel is made especially for my hard cock. He sucks me into his body like a vacuum cleaner. The way he twitches his ass muscle around my cock base drives me crazy as I pound into him. When I cum, it is so intense that I find it hard to stay on my feet. Pulling out of him is a punishment for both of us, but I am more than ready to do him over and over and over.

    And this is exactly what we do throughout the night and for nights to come. I have already gotten over Jimmy and Pamela. Peter is as insatiable as I am and he turns me on like crazy every time he is near. And as it happens, he is always near. His presence in the booth next to me at work is an aphrodisiac. It takes a huge effort from me to keep me from taking him right there at his desk, from bending him over and shoving my cock up his beautiful ass, from pounding in and out of his fuckhole, from dumping gallons of cream into his belly.

    Peter and I do spend some quality time together other than fucking. We like similar things: food, movies, TV shows, books, etc. But the fucking is out of this world. He is so beautiful in and out of clothes, in and out of bed, sitting on my dick or sucking it. When we fuck, we really make love. There is more kissing and touching and massaging than actual fucking. But as we get to the fucking, it is intense and culminates with loads of cum down his throat or deep inside his ass. He usually ejaculates during the fucking, but I do service him every now and then with hot blow jobs. He is sweet and delicious and cums silently, just heaving and panting. I can barely notice his ejaculation when I am inside him, except for the quickening of his ass twitch around my cock shaft.

    Peter thinks I’m a god-send. He has told me about his ex. They began the relationship nicely, but Rob, his ex-boyfriend, started on drugs and would mistreat him often. When they fucked, it became more of a torture for Peter, until Rob punched him in the face once, when Peter wouldn’t give him any money to buy drugs. Peter just walked out.

    I am clean. I don’t do drugs. I enjoy a beer every once in a while, even a scotch occasionally. I smoke, yes, but this is not a drug habit. Actually, Peter thinks that looking at me inhaling and exhaling cigarette smoke is sexually exciting for him. He has asked me to light up a few times when he was sucking on my cock. I also smoked a couple of times as I fucked his ass with him sitting in my cock and facing me. He would ride me hard as he watches me suck on the cigarette. But mostly, he has admitted to me that he loves me because I am so clean and gentle even when I fuck hard. I have added that my cock size is a plus and he wickedly agrees, followed by deep-throating and deep-fucking.

    And he always has his coffee creamed!


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  • Two is company, three is an orgy

    Brandon, 62, is an active member of the online dating site Salt & Pepper Daddies. He lives in Toronto, Canada, but often chats with men in other countries. His preference goes to guys roughly under 55. They can be White, Black or Asian, cut or uncut, though foreskin is not big asset, so to speak. Anus or rosebud is Brandon’s target; he can eat a guy’s ass for breakfast, lunch, dinner and midnight snack.

    At one point, Brandon had simultaneously made contact with three guys, one in Australia and two in the USA: Connecticut and Florida. He was exchanging emails and photos with each of them, but Stanley from Florida was more interested in talking on the phone. David, 49, from Connecticut, was in a relationship on the brink of falling apart; he quickly hinted that moving to Canada was a dream, as long as he could bring his dog Whiskey.

    Anthony 36, from Australia, was by far the handsomest of all three. Boyish face, great smile, muscular arms in which Brandon was ready to melt. One of the pics he had sent showed him sticking out a big large tongue from a short-bearded face; Brandon immediately commented that he had a hairy ass hole well-designed for this Aussie tongue and that he would gladly reciprocate.

    Stanley was 65 but looked more like 69. Brandon had nothing against engaging in a 69 position, on the contrary, but he was not attracted to someone older than himself. It was kind of a pity because they both enjoyed cuddling, caressing, kissing and rimming. When Stanley called, Brandon would always take pleasure in making sexual jokes and giving examples of comments he made about hot pics posted on Facebook groups like Boot Worship, Singlet Studs, Male Gallery or We Love Leather & Rubber in Public.

    If Brandon saw a muscular guy with a peachy butt on a motorcycle, he was prompt to post “Save a motorcycle, ride a motorcyclist”. If it was a man in harness boots, tight faded blue jeans with a bulging crotch and a leather harness, he would come up with something like “You belong on the Altar of virility, an me on my knees to honor your manhood” or “You should me on a stamp so that we can all lick you”.

    But I digress. Back to the correspondents from Australia, Connecticut and Florida. Anthony wrote to say that his contract in Sydney was ending and that he would visit his mother in England before moving to the USA. A sentence or two startled Brandon: “I must confess I miss you already and cannot wait to be with you, start a whole new life with you, plan and take huge steps together. Darling, I want to ask you if you like the idea of the both of us living together?”

    Holy fuck! This guy was going much too fast on the highway of Love. They hadn’t even met face to face. And if this was not already making Brandon feel nervous and edgy, he received an email from the Connecticut guy to whom he had briefly talked about his correspondents in Australia and Florida. David was quick to say that he lived much closer to Toronto than those two dudes and that he could be “your ideal friend, your dreamed companion, that human being you can feel, touch, snuggle with and be a support for each other”. The 49-year old man asked Brandon to please think about all this. “You have nothing to lose with trying, and have much more to winning.”

    Things were getting out of control. To prevent any similar outpour from Stanley in Florida, Brandon took the first opportunity to set the record straight. The conversation was not as warm and friendly as usual, a bit cold in fact, but they agreed that in spite of sexual complicity, there was no possible emotional relationship. Telephone calls became rarer and quietly ended. On the other front, Brandon was soon to be caught in the middle of a threesome.

    Anthony and David both arrived in Toronto on the same day and showed up at Brandon’s place almost at the same time. All three were sitting in the living room, sipping wine while their host explained the situation. Anthony and David questioned Brandon to find out that he was much older than 62, with erectile problems due to his diabetes. Alcohol helping, all three mingled, hugged, caress, kiss, got naked, and headed for the bedroom.

    Brandon handed jockstraps to his two visitors and positioned himself to lick their ass alternately. He caressed a hairy ass and a soft peachy butt, kissed one and spanked the other, sniffed and gradually licked both cracks. Darting his tongue alternately inside a hairy and a smooth haven drove him crazy. This obviously made Anthony and David moan with pleasure. More than that, in fact, they started to kiss each other and nonchalantly pushed Brandon on the side to transform the bed into an arena of manly fun just for themselves. They sucked each other wildly, appreciating their cut and uncut joysticks.

    Brandon filmed the scene and encouraged them to go further. In no time, the Connecticut bazooka attacked the Aussie bum, pumping hard and deep. The result of this Austral and Boreal connection was a new Big Bang explosion. They say that all good things come to an end, but Brandon will differ because he had filmed the first step of a long-lasting relationship between Antony and David.


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  • Tales from the Cove: A Thug’s Struggle

    TALES FROM THE COVE: A THUG’S STRUGGLE

     

    ~ Old enemies ~

    Alex and Derek were still sharing a moment of intimacy on the crumpled bed, and the guy was feeling on cloud nine, after the exquisite love Alex had made to him.

    They heard a polite knock and the door opened. Derek turned to see who was coming in, embarrassed for being seen naked in the bed with Alex, and picked up his wet sweatshirt from the floor to cover his crotch. But suddenly he gasped and widened his eyes, and in fraction of second he jumped off the bed. “Oh, shit! Oh, shit!!” – he whined, alarmed, recognizing the tall black man and his young black boy that he attacked with his gang, a year earlier.

    He shot a reproachful glance at Alex, as if he’d set up a trap for him, but the guard hastened to say: “Don’t worry, Derek, everything fine, no one will hurt you. They’ve not come for you, they live here”.

    Jorell, the black man, exchanged a puzzled look with his boy LaShawn, as they didn’t recognize the former skinhead, with his now long flowing hair and his muscular frame. But then LaShawn murmured: “Sir, look at his tattoos…”

    “Jorell, LaShawn, I guess you already know this guy…” – Alex said calmly, getting of the bed and looking straight at the black couple – “His name is Derek, and… he’s a friend of mine”.

    “If you say so…” – Jorell replied curtly – “But he’s not a friend of the two of us, for sure. He attacked us and almost killed me!”

    Alex got closer to the tall man and said seriously: “Take my work, buddy: that guy who attacked you doesn’t exist anymore. You can take revenge on him, of course, you have every right to do that, but not here, not now”.

    “OK, Alex, I don’t really understand, but I trust you blindly. I won’t touch the kid. And neither will my boy”. He moved his gaze to the guy and added: “You look so different, kid, with that long hair and those ripped physique”. In order to have a better look at him, Jorell moved a bit closer to the guy, who backed off, holding his sweatshirt over his crotch as his only protection and staring with wide eyes at the black man, who was wearing only a loose trunk, as he was about to go to bed.

    “Don’t worry, kid” – Jorell said in a calm tone – “I promised not to touch you, I just want to look at you…”. He took another step forward and Derek backed off again, whining: “No… Fuck no…!”

    “Don’t be afraid of me, kid, I’m not going to hurt you…” – Jorell protested, and Alex shot an inquisitive glance at Derek and then said, pensively: “Uhm… He’s not scared of you, I guess. Jorell, I know it’s weird but… can you please drop your trunks?”

    Tough puzzled by the strange request, the man complied, and slowly pulled down his shorts. The base of his black cock, nested into a thick bush of curly hair, appeared from underneath the fabric, soon followed by inch after inch of his thick shaft. Derek looked with rapt eyes at the pants sliding down, slowly revealing what seemed an endless cock. Finally, the pants dropped to the floor, and Derek gasped, mesmerized by the eleven plus inches of black limp cock proudly dangling from Jorell’s groin.

    “Oh, fuck… Oh, fuck!!” – the guy whined, while the sweatshirt he was holding in front of his crotch couldn’t hide anymore his throbbing erection. He blushed crimson red and looked pleadingly at Alex, who flashed a comforting smile: “It’s OK, kid, don’t worry”.

    “I… I have to go!” – Derek hastened to say, picking his clothes from the floor and taking another long glimpse of Jorell’s impossibly long cock. Alex got closer to the guy and with gentle determination tried to take the clothes from his hands: “You’re not going anywhere, with these wet clothes, this late in the night. You will stay here tonight”.

    Derek hesitated, but in the end he silently nodded, letting Alex take his clothes. “Good!” – the guard mused, turning to the black couple – “I’m sure that Jorell and LaShawn will gladly have you in their suite for the night, right, buddy? I believe the three of you have some fences to mend”.

    “We sure have…” – Jorell replied, winking to Alex, and then, to Derek: “Come, kid, and don’t worry: we hold no grudge against you. Not anymore”.

     

    ~ The Cove ~

    Jorell and LaShawn led the way upstairs, to their suite. Derek entered the room with a bit of anxiety, as Alex let him go alone with the black guys. The guard’s words to Jorell still echoed in his mind: ‘You can take revenge on him, of course, but not here, not now’.

    «Maybe this is the place and the time they will take revenge on me…» – Derek thought, while Jorell closed the door and turned to him with a serious expression. The guy was scared, as the black man was so bigger and taller than him, and could hurt him badly. «But not as bad as I did to him» – the guy considered, lowering his gaze to the floor with a contrite expression. He was still naked, and the wet sweatshirt he was holding in front of him didn’t let him feel less vulnerable; but at this point, being naked or fully dressed made no difference. So, he dropped his wet clothes and stood in front of Jorell with the palms of his hands open, defeated and ready to submit to the man’s anger without putting up any resistance.

    “Are you going to beat me, sir? You have every right to do it. You and your… friend, too” – he said glancing at LaShawn – “I’ve been so mean to the two of you… I’m ready for my punishment, sir”.

    Jorell briefly shook his head, and when he talked, his voice was calm, not a trace of anger or resentment in it. “You know, kid, we call this house ‘The Cove’…” – he said – “…and there’s a reason for that. For all of us, this is a safe, peaceful bay where to find shelter from the stormy waves that, in a way or another, shattered our lives. And though in my case the ‘stormy waves’ that hit me were, uhm… you and your gang, this applies to you, too. This is a safe place where you can be yourself, and no one will ever judge or take revenge on you”.

    “I was not lying” – the man continued – “I really don’t hold any grudge against you. Alex is such a wise and righteous man, and if he says you’re not the same guy who attacked us, that’s enough for me”. And to enforce his words, Jorell put out his hand; Derek hesitated, but then shook it with an uncertain smile. Suddenly he felt his tension fade away, and the many hours under the rain, the difficult talking with Alex, the shattering experience of losing his virginity and now the tense clarification with Jorell started to take their toll on the guy, who started trembling and shivering.

    “My boy!” – Jorell hastened to say to LaShawn – “Our friend, here, needs something to put on and a good night of rest. Will you lend him your bed for the night? You wouldn’t need it anyway…” – he concluded with a loving wink. The promise of a night of hot love with his man gave wings to the boy’s feet, and in few minutes Derek had been given a clean pair of shorts and was comfortably resting under the bedsheets, alone, in the adjoining room of the suite.

    He lay motionless on the comfortable bed, thinking back to the many things that happened that day. He had the distinct feeling that his life had taken a totally different direction. That very morning, he didn’t have a home, he didn’t have a job, nor a scope in his life; now, he still was unemployed and homeless, but he knew what he had to do: he had to make amends for his past life, he wanted to help other people, maybe volunteering for some charity work, so to win Alex’ respect, and Jorell’s… and his own. A hard life awaited him, but he was more than willing to live it fully, without shortcuts, relying on his own only strength.

    He relaxed on the bed, smiling, and he was already drifting to sleep when his eyes snapped open: «I didn’t even apologize to Jorell and LaShawn! They forgave me and I didn’t even say I’m sorry!»

    So, he jumped out of the bed and ran to the connecting door, but when he was about to open it, he thought that maybe they were already sleeping and he didn’t want to disturb. So, he opened the door just a crack and peeked into the adjoining room… and had to stifle a gasp!

    Jorell was lying on his back on the ample king-size bed, and LaShawn was kneeling between his splayed legs, holding the biggest, longest and… blackest cock Derek had ever seen. Better, it was bigger than Derek could ever imagine! Thirteen inches of hard black meat were firmly held by the boy’s hands, while his mouth slowly lowered to meet the fat mushroom head.

    Derek was like frozen, he knew he shouldn’t have been there peeping at them in such a private moment, but he was like glued to the spot and kept staring at the black couple making love.

    Apparently, LaShawn knew well how to deal with such a gigantic cock, because he confidently parted his lips and engulfed the thick meat without any hesitation. His head bobbed up and down, every time taking inside an inch more, until the stiff rod clearly hit the back of the boy’s throat.

    Derek saw LaShawn concentrate, with the wide cock head pressing on his tight throat muscles, and after few moments he saw him pushing down with a greater effort, and suddenly two more inches of man meat disappeared into the boy’s mouth. The guy was amazed, as he couldn’t think possible that someone could take so gracefully such a monster down his throat without even gagging. He remembered way too well when he forced Alex’ cock down his throat, during his “punishment” at the abandoned mansion, and how he almost chocked on it; and now the boy was gulping down something like eight or nine inches of hard cock with utmost easiness!

    And soon, under Derek’s astonished eyes, the nine inches became ten, and then eleven, as LaShawn’s head went on moving down, slowly but inexorably. The further LaShawn’s lips moved down, the wider Derek opened his mouth, until the boy’s nose dove into the man’s bushy pubes… and Derek uttered a chocked gasp!

    The black couple turned to look at the guy, who tried to hide behind the door, but Jorell’s deep voice reached him: “Come out, kid, it’s too late to hide!”, and then he heard the man laugh heartily, so he shyly opened the door and entered the room. LaShawn had recoiled, and was now gently stroking his man’s cock with one hand, smiling at him.

    Derek, utterly embarrassed, blushed bright red and blurted out: “I’m sorry, sir… I wanted to come to say I’m sorry, but I’m sorry if…”

    “OK, OK, you’re very sorry, I got it!” – the man laughed again – “But there’s nothing to be embarrassed of…”. 

    “I… I meant I wanted to apologize with you and your… er… friend? You’ve been so incredibly understanding with me, and I didn’t even apologize for the stupid and hateful way I attacked you, back then…”

    “LaShawn is not my friend” – Jorell corrected, glancing with affection at LaShawn, kneeling between his legs – “he’s my boy. We love each other and, as you can see, this is the way he shows me his love…”

     

    ~ Big, black and beautiful ~

    Derek was putting a great effort to keep his eyes focused on the man’s face, and started to say: “If there’s a way to make amends, I’d be glad to…” – but he couldn’t resist peeking at the massive cock, slowly massaged by the boy’s caring hand, and without noticing he breathed: “Fuck, it’s huge…”

    LaShawn smiled wide: “Yeah, it’s not something you see any day, is it?”, he giggled and then looked straight ad Derek with a rascal grin: “Wanna try?”

    “Hey, hey, kid!” – Jorell stepped in – “First, that is my cock, if you don’t mind; and second, you can’t force Derek to join us!”

    LaShawn glanced lustfully at Jorell and started stroking his cock so sensually that the man couldn’t hold a loud moan. “Oh, come on, sir…” – the boy mused seductively – “There’s more than enough for two hungry mouths! And I wouldn’t say I’m forcing anyone…” – he concluded, glancing at the obvious erection tenting Derek’s loose pants.

    Jorell looked at Derek, and the guy’s enthralled and eager expression left him no doubts. With a smile and nod of his head, the man invited Derek to join them, and the guy didn’t need to be told twice: he instantly stripped out of his loose pants, revealing a throbbing hard-on, and jumped on the large bed.

    LaShawn realized that Derek didn’t know even where to start, inexperienced as he was; but didn’t want to embarrass him giving him explicit advice. So, he decided to teach him by example. Silently, he took Derek’s hand and brought it to Jorell’s stiff shaft, and then lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, to lick one side of the man’s wide mushroom head.

    Derek did the same, and started licking the other side. At first, he was hesitant, but then he became more confident, and his tongue started lapping and circling the fat knob. The two guys had their heads very close, their lips were almost touching, and their tongues occasionally brushed against each other, while working feverishly on the long cock.

    In a short while, their lips and their tongues were locked around Jorell’s cock head, and the two guys shared a passionate kiss, keeping the hard rod imprisoned between their eager mouths.

    “Oww… fuck, boys! Do you want me to shoot this soon?” – Jorell protested, finding hard to hold back his orgasm under the tender onslaught of the two ravenous guys. LaShawn and Derek turned to the man, with a shy smile, realizing they had been a bit carried off.

    The black boy winked at his new friend and said with a knowing tone, pointing to the incredibly long cock: “Come on… I know you want to try… Get down on it!”

    Cautiously, Derek took hold of the big cock and opened his mouth to take the dark pink cock head. He worked it passionately, making it slide back and forth between his tongue and his palate, each time becoming a bit more daring and moving his head a bit further down. But as soon as the hard rod reached the back of his throat, he gagged and had to recoil.

    «Damn, when LaShawn did it, it seemed so easy!» – he thought, and raised his shameful  gaze to Jorell’s face. The man smiled warmly and said: “You don’t have to go all the way, kid. My boy is used to take my cock, but you…”

    With a determined chin, Derek took back the cock in his mouth, and let it slide in deep, until once more the hot helmet was pressing against his throat; he paused, relaxing and breathing through his nose, and then closed his eyes and pushed down.

    His throat muscles gave way and the fat knob slid behind the tight passage. Derek felt his gag reflex kicking in, but he stopped and breathed hard, until he could start again bobbing his head over the long shaft. He flashed a proud glance at Jorell, who nodded at him with a praising expression.

    Derek knew he wouldn’t ever been able to take the whole black beast down his throat; nevertheless, he tried hard to emulate LaShawn, pumping his head up and down and trying to take a fraction of inch more at each thrust. Jorell appreciated the inexpert, and yet passionate blow-job, but in the end became restless and stopped him.

     

    ~ Wild fuck ~

    “Was I doing it wrong? I’m sorry sir, I’m not that good at… this” – Derek said, ashamed, but Jorell smiled at him: “No, kid, you’ve been wonderful, but… it’s about time I get my fair share of hot ass!”

    Derek gasped, as he felt he could never take such an impossibly huge cock up his ass, still a bit sore from Alex’ earlier pounding, but then soldiered on and said: “I… I’ll try, sir…”

    The man laughed: “No, kid! I didn’t mean you! You’re brave, but you can’t possibly take me inside you…”.  He looked straight at LaShawn, his eyes shining with lust and affection, and added: “It takes a well-trained boy to do that…”

    LaShawn quickly moved in front of his master and openly offered his ass, staying on all fours; Derek moved out of the way and seemed a bit unsure what to do. He still was rock hard, and he badly felt the need to cum, but apparently at this round he was out of the game.

    The black boy, sensible as always, guessed what was in the guy’s mind and winked at him: “What are you waiting for? Come here, lay on your back under me”. Derek did as instructed, and LaShawn raised his legs, exposing the guy’s puckered anus. Then lowered his head and passionately dove his tongue into the quivering hole.

    “Fuck! Oh fuck!!” – Derek screamed, taken aback by the exquisite feelings radiating from his ass, enjoying for the first time in his life an expert rimming. His hands gripped and released spasmodically the bedsheets, while he succumbed under the tender ministrations of his friend.

    Still munching feverishly on the hot ass, LaShawn reached to the guy’s cock with his hand, and started wanking it slowly, adding to the already overwhelming sensations he was feeling.

    The black boy was standing on his knees, with his torso lowered to his friend’s groin, thus giving to his man an irresistible view on his perfect ass. Jorell growled, greasing his black snake with plenty of lube, and then went to town. He had already waited way too long, his lust had risen to a boiling level, and he just let his instinct take over.

    He pointed his enflamed cock to his boy’s splayed anus and entered him, with a long and slow, but inexorable thrust of his hips; he pushed steadily, without ever pausing, until all his thirteen-inch snake was fully buried into the warm chute.

    When LaShawn felt the stiff rod pushing at his back door, gasped, raising his head from Derek’s ass. The white guy stared into LaShawn’s wide eyes, and shared his very same feelings, his surprise, his desire, his pride in being the boy of such a powerful man. As the long cock sank into LaShawn’s insides, reaching places that only his master could reach, Derek could read on the boy’s face a fiery pleasure, that suddenly blended into a concentrate frown, to then fleetingly turn into a grimace of pain when the black beast inexorably forced open his inner defenses.

    And when Jorell’s hips finally pressed hard on the boy’s buttocks, LaShawn gasped loud, tilting back his head, with an ecstatic expression on his face. “Oh, sir! Oh, sir!!” – he moaned loud, tossing his head from side to side under Derek’s rapt eyes – “Only you can make me feel so… Owww… yesssss!”

    Jorell flashed a rascal grin, as he knew well how wild a pleasure his cock could always give to his boy. “And there’s more, kid…” – he growled, pulling almost entirely out and stopping there for a moment, so to heighten the boy’s tension and his own pleasure.

    For a fleeting moment, nothing moved in the room, and the scene appeared to Derek’s wide eyes as a freeze frame. «He won’t do it!» – the guy thought in disbelief – «He can’t spear his boy’s ass with such a weapon! It’s just –»

    Jorell’s hips sprang forward, and with a single swift move plunged his impossibly long cock into his boy’s well-trained ass, all the way, to the hilt, and with such force that LaShawn had to brace himself on the mattress with both hands to sustain the onslaught.

    “OOOWW FUUUUCCKKKK!!!” – Derek screamed, overwhelmed by the intensity of the pleasure painted on both LaShawn’s and Jorell’s faces, while his own cock exploded in a massive spontaneous orgasm. The black couple exuded such a fierce, almost animalistic passion that Derek was completely swamped by it.

    Cumming like a hose, Derek couldn’t tear his gaze from the tall man fucking hard his boy, making him squirm and jolt. His hips were a powerful piledrive that relentlessly plunged his humongous club into the boy’s tender flesh, over and over, making LaShawn roll back his eyes for the devastating pleasure. “Brace yourself, kid, as your man is going to breed you!” – Jorell finally exclaimed with a coarse voice, pacing up even more the already quaking pounding.

    “Fuck YEAH!!! Awwww… FUUCCKKK!!” – Jorell screamed, pulling his boy up from his doggy position to hold him tight against his chest, and then planted his rod deep inside him and flooded his insides with his thick man cream.

    LaShawn shook hard, into his lover’s strong arms, and reclined his head over his shoulder, moaning loud: “Oooohhh… AAAAAGGHH!!”, and his own cock shot countless streaks of white boy juice that splatted on Derek’s torso.

    The loud moans slowly trailed off, and soon the only sound in the room was the heavy panting of the three guys. LaShawn opened his eyes and looked down at Derek, flashing a worn-out smile: “Man, you can’t know how intense it can be…”

    “I… I have a faint idea…” – Derek replied under his breath, still shook by the couple’s wild love-making. He was not the one on the receiving end, of course, but he had somehow lived the intense experience just looking at LaShawn.

    “Shower time!” – Jorell said aloud, snapping the boys out of their intimate moment – “And then straight to bed, as it’s very late!”

    LaShawn jumped off the bed and took Derek by hand, taking him towards his private bathroom. “How can you do that?” – Derek asked while being given a fresh towel and a clean boxer – “Take such a… beast, I mean…”

    “It took quite a hard training, if I may call it so” – LaShawn replied with a proud smile – “The first time…. boy, it hurt like hell! [1] but slowly I became expert enough to… tame the beast! But now, rush under the shower, you heard the man!”

     

    ~ ‘One of us’ ~

    It was late in the morning, when Derek was woken up by a gentle knock on the door.

    “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!” – said jokingly a tanned man, who entered the room holding a tray overflowing with delicious food – “Breakfast in bed, today, but don’t make a habit of it!”

    “Goo… Good morning” – the guy said, uncertain, squaring the handsome man, whose tanned skin and slanted eyes gave him an exotic look. He was apparently in his early forties, and was wearing a colorful printed shirt, left open to reveal a ripped and almost hairless torso.

    “Hi, Derek” – he said in a friendly tone, putting out his hand – “I’m Kale”.  He pronounced his name ‘kah-leh’, and Derek, shaking hands with him, thought that even his name sounded exotic. “Yeah, I know, it’s an unusual name” – he soon added with a cheerful tone, looking at the guy’s puzzled expression – “It’s Hawaiian. It means ‘male’, just that, nothing fancy, but I think it fits me, as I’m… well, a male!”

    “Indeed…” – Derek said under his breath, unable to take his eyes off of the man’s handsome features and chiseled abs, but soon he corrected himself: “I mean, of course you are, sir…”

    Kale placed the tray on the bed and sat on the side of the mattress. “I’m a counselor, I live here at the Cove. Alex told me something about you and the… uhm… hard time you are having. You don’t have to, but if you feel to talk about that, I’m a good listener”.

    Derek started munching hungrily on the succulent breakfast; the man’s friendly attitude and his sincere smile, not to mention his magnetic light brown slanted eyes, made him feel he could trust him. With an ashamed grin, Derek asked: “Do you know what I did to Jorell and LaShawn?”

    “I’m not here to judge you, Derek” – Kale reassured him – “I’m here to help you, if you let me”.

    Derek smiled, and during the following hour or so he told to Kale all about him, his past life, his racist and homophobic impulses, what he felt and what he learned when Alex ‘punished’ him at the abandoned mansion, the clumsy sexual approach with his former friend Buck, and the hard following months, without having a place where to live, and the recent attempted rape he was subjected to by his former boss.

    He was still talking when the door opened again and Alex came in, followed by Jorell and LaShawn. Alex winked at Derek, smiling wide, and joked: “I’ve been told that yesterday night you some more fun without me!”

    Derek blushed bright red and Alex reassured him: “I was joking, kid. I’m glad you, er… made peace with Jorell and LaShawn!”

    “So, buddy…” – he then said in a friendly tone to Kale – “What do you think of this reckless, confused, fierce kid?”

    Kale flashed a half smile, but then his expression became serious; he stood up, shot a meaningful glance at Alex and said: “I think he’s one of us”.

    An eerie silence fell in the room, and Derek looked up at the men standing around his bed and asked with uncertain tone: “What does it mean?”

    “It means” – Alex replied with an affectionate smile – “that you’ve been offered a great opportunity, kid. It means that you can live here at the Cove, with us. We’ll help you find a job and you’ll contribute to the house expenses, but the Cove is much more than a roof on your head and three meals a day: we are a sort of family, here, we help each other and we love each other…”

    Derek looked at LaShawn, who flashed an urchin grin and whispered: “Yes, that love, too…”

    “But only if you feel to” – Kale hastened to say – “Here at the Cove, no one will ever force you to do something against your will. This is a safe place for all of us… and you are one of us [2]. We all had our share of… misadventures or hard times, and the Cove is where we could rebuild our lives, helping each other. And you too can do that, if you want”.

    All the eyes focused on Derek, who felt tears rolling down his cheeks: “Home… I’ve never really had one…”.  But then he lowered his eyes, frowning, and added: “You’re all so kind that I don’t know how to say it, but… I can’t stay here, sir. You forgave me for what I’ve done in the past, but I’ve not: before I can think to myself, I have to make amends for all the harm I’ve done, and I have to do that myself, relying on my own strength. I want to look at the mirror and be proud of the man I see”.

    Kale sat again on the bed and took the guy’s hand: “Alex was right, you are a fierce guy. This is not a limited-time offer: when you feel you’re ready, or whenever you need help, or just someone to talk to, the door to the Cove will always be open for you”.

    Jorell, though understanding Derek’s decision, was worried for him, as he knew way too well how hard was being a homeless living a low life on the streets: “Are you sure, kid? Where will you live? How will you eat?”

    “Oh, that’s easy, sir” – the guy replied with a smile, getting off the bed and putting on his clothes, now dry – “There’s a charity shelter in Church Street. I will volunteer to help them serving the meals and tiding the rooms, and they will let me stay there, and there always be a hot meal for me”.

    “Tell me you’ll be back, sooner or later” – Alex said with a serious tone, when he saw Derek ready to go – “Promise you will”.

    “I promise” – Derek said with a sincere smile, and gave a hearty hug to the bulky guard, said goodbye to everyone and went away. And as he heard the main door close behind him, he felt that he was not leaving the Cove, as the Cove, that peaceful place where to rebuild his life, was now in his heart.

    -~~~≈≈≈ooOoo≈≈≈~~~-


    Optional references to “Rowan’s Journey to Manhood”, if you want to read more about:
    [1] LaShawn and Jorell’s first love-making: Chapter 39, 
    ~ Freedom ~
    [2] ‘One of us’: see my 
    “Psychological mumbo-jumbo” comment at the end of Chapter 47

     


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  • Fuck

    Avery strolled across campus, unhurried in his pace, for he didn’t want to be early, nor on time to the party. Instead, he sought to be fashionably late. He wasn’t sure how late that meant in time, but what he did know, he was going to arrive when he could blend in with the others. He had been surprised by the invite, especially from a junior, when he was just a freshman. He remembered how he thought Ross was going to disparage him or make fun, for he swore Ross caught him looking at two guys at the party from last weekend. One was shirtless, revealing a nice body, and both were drunk as fuck, therefore easy prey for someone who just wanted to look. And look he did, until he glanced to his side and saw Ross watching him.

    But Ross had said nothing about it, instead making some casual comment on the lameness of the party and how he could do better; and would next weekend. Avery still couldn’t figure it out. Why had Ross invited him? Ross asked for his cellphone number so he could send an invite, leaning over close to whisper it wasn’t an open party for just anyone to come. Avery remembered how Ross had smiled at the time, something about it devious. He sensed a mischievousness to it that had un-nerved him a bit.

    Cutting across the Quad, the open area within the oldest dorm complex on campus, Avery considered Ross, the physical nature of him. They were about eye level, though Ross was slightly shorter than his six foot, but had a body so much more muscular, the t-shirt he had on stretched tight over it. No doubt the shirt was a size or two too small, but with a body like that, Avery knew he would have done the same. When Ross said he needed another beer and would see him next weekend, Avery had watched him walk away, staring at the round ass until the crowd fell back in Ross’ wake, blocking his view.

    The night had not cooled down, the temperature still near eighty, and Avery was glad to be dressed in jeans and tank top. Ross had told him to dress lightly, for his house got warm inside during a party. It had seemed an odd thing to say, but earlier, in his dorm room, he had been glad to know how to dress, instead of fretting in front of the closet on what to wear. His jeans were an old pair, frayed and worn, the knees blown out, and with it, a loose tank top that was comfortable in the warm night. It was the kind of warmth that made one feel loose in their body, muscles relaxed, with a slightly horny feeling. He wondered if Ross would have anyone at the party who was gay. A guy that would be a real temptation, one to not only capture his eyes, but might cause him to get past his introverted nature. He didn’t consider himself shy, as such, but he was slow to approach someone he didn’t know. It was something he was pushing himself to overcome, making a vow two weeks earlier he would not be the same guy he had been in high school, always on the periphery, never in the center of a group.

    Finally, on the edge of campus, standing on the corner of Stanton and Main, Avery waited on the light to change so he could cross. In front of him was the old College Heights neighborhood, one with frat houses lining Main, and behind them, a neighborhood the local residents abandoned decades ago, moving their families away from the wicked students, leaving the old houses for them to rent. It was down in this neighborhood that Ross lived with two or three other guys, Avery wasn’t sure, for Ross had been drunk enough to be unclear on it. There was a Louis and Cody, but there might be another, but it didn’t matter, for they were just names. Only a bit more unknown than his roommate in the dorm. Robert was never there. An apparition that appeared late at night, then gone early in the morning. He knew Robert was in Architecture and he had heard the rumors of how they spent long hours in their studio, which he had firsthand knowledge, and it only a couple of weeks into the semester.

    Strolling down the sidewalk, he passed other students, most heading toward town to one of the restaurants or bars or maybe the new cinema. They were in groups of two, three or four for most part and he found himself always the one to step aside and let them pass. He went down Stanton to Adrienne Terrace where he turned right. Keller Drive was three blocks ahead where he would turn left, looking for 1608, the house Ross lived in.

    Traffic was light, but constant, as well as the number of pedestrians on the sidewalks. Avery wove his way along the old sidewalks, sections heaved upward by tree roots and one section cut out where a waterline repair was underway. At nine thirty-eight, he was walking up the sidewalk to the small porch that protected the front door. The curtains were pulled, and the only light was the single bulb under the porch. It made Avery question himself, wonder if he got the address wrong, even though it was Ross who had typed it into his phone. He heard music coming from inside but no voices. None of the laughter or banter one would expect.

    At the front door he heard voices, muted, too low to understand. A knock, two quick raps with his knuckles and he heard someone come to the door. It cracked open and a guy peered out, shirtless, with worn tattered jeans hanging low on his waist.

    “Hey, you the freshman, I’m Cody, one of Ross’ roommates. Come on in,” said Cody, swinging the door open.

    Avery eased into the dark room, only two dimly lit lamps were on. There were two guys on the sofa, two at the dining room table picking over snacks. Standing in the middle of the room, confused by how few people were at the house, Avery wondered if he was too early, even though Ross said to get here around nine.

    “This is Sean and Brent,” said Cody pointing at the two guys on the sofa. Avery noted who was who. The stocky muscular build in a tank top and gym shorts with short black hair was Sean, and the other was Brent, who had a lean build exposed by a dress shirt left unbuttoned, and a pair of jeans that were frayed and ripped so bad Avery was surprised they would stay up. “In there,” pointing into the dining room, “that is Louis and Tom.” Once again Avery noted each name, as he sized up the guys. Louis was short, boyish looking with brown hair, and a lean body within a t-shirt and cargo shorts. Tom was average in height, dark hair Avery would discover later as a reddish-brown in color, and had a lean body evident by its exposure, since all he had on was gym shorts. “We got beer in the frig, unless you want something a bit stronger,” added Cody as he plopped down in an armchair.

    “I could use something,” Avery replied, trying hard not to stare.

    “Ross is in the kitchen mixing up some drinks, so go on back and get him to make you one,” said Tom, pointing at the door in the back wall of the dining room.

    “Okay,” Avery replied. Even though he didn’t really know Ross, he wanted to be around someone he had some prior exposure, even if casually, so he moved through the dining room and into the kitchen.

    Ross had his back to the door, busy mixing drinks. Avery looked at the muscular body, with its round ass, the form evident in the tight jeans. The jeans hung low, revealing the waistband of the underwear underneath. The white was stark against the olive tone skin and faded blue of the jeans.

    “Oh hey, you finally made it,” said Ross looking around as Avery came into the Kitchen. “You want a drink?”

    “Sure.”

    Avery watched the arms move as Ross took down another glass, dropped ice cubes in it, then began to mix some concoction in a pitcher, finally pouring it into the glass.

    “Here ya go,” said Ross, holding out the glass.

    “Thanks. Ross, I was wondering…doesn’t seem like a lot of people. Are more coming?”

    “Oh hell no. This little party doesn’t need any more. You’ll see. And you’ll have the best time,” Ross replied, leaning closer, “I guarantee it.”

    Avery smiled, despite his nervousness, and took a sip of the drink. It was sweet and sour, and as it went down, he felt the warmth of the bourbon that was in it.

    “Come on, let’s get this party started,” said Ross, carrying a tray of drinks.

    Avery wasn’t sure when it happened. One minute they were sitting or standing around joking about one thing or another. Ross brought out another round of drinks, then another, and he begin to feel their affect. He relaxed in the armchair, scooting down with legs stretched out as he listened to the banter. It seemed like it was going to be a social evening, just a bunch of guys hanging out. Then there was the talk of sex, the insinuations made. Then things got real.

    Brent laid back on the sofa and spread his legs, and Avery saw it, cock and balls through a large rip. The cock stirred, rolled over and soon was hanging out. He tried not to stare but it was too enticing. Someone laughed and he tore his eyes from Brent’s cock only to see Louis climbing into Cody’s lap, who was directly across from him in the other armchair. He watched Louis rub Cody’s bare chest and kiss the neck. Cody rubbed his back, then slide a hand underneath the t-shirt, rubbing upward then back down, this time letting his hand slip within the cargo shorts. It was obvious what Cody was doing, with his hand down at Louis’ ass.

    “Nice,” said Sean.

    Avery looked back at the sofa, over Brent and Ross kissing while Ross toyed with his cock, to Tom and Sean, the two of them with hands down the other’s gym shorts. He watched the front of the gym shorts as hands toyed with cocks. Tom raised his ass letting Sean push them down until past the knees where they fell around ankles. Tom kicked them off, the shorts sailing over the coffee table landing on the other side of the room.

    Avery tugged on his own cock as it grew erect in the tight confines of his jeans. He watched Sean lean over and take Tom in his mouth as his own arousal increased. Down those lips moved until nearly every inch was out of sight, then back up, over and over. Tom groaned, and after a minute, grabbed Sean by the hair and worked the mouth on his cock with an urgency.

    “Fuck, that feels good,” Tom uttered.

    “Fuck,” Avery whispered as he watched.

    A ripping sound caused Avery to look toward Cody and Louis and he watched Cody pull Louis’ torn t-shirt down behind him, then use it to bind wrists together. Cody then worked the cargo shorts open and with Louis’ help, worked them off, tossing them carelessly across the room. Louis was naked, his little round ass exposed, and Avery watched as it moved over Cody until rubbing the head of his cock that was held up. It was so thick Avery didn’t believe Louis could take it. Back and forth, Louis moved his ass, rubbing it over the head until it was wet, with Cody was pushing upward.

    “Fuck, Louis stop teasing me,” Cody exclaimed.

    Louis stopped moving his ass back and forth, instead he hovered over Cody’s cock, then eased down. Avery watched in shock, as Louis took Cody easily, every inch, until he was impaled on it.

    “Fuck; take that cock,” said Tom, and suddenly he pulled Sean off his cock, pushed him back as he came to his feet. He moved with determination, grabbing Sean under the arms, lifting him up. He put him on the coffee table, lifting legs to his chest.

    “Yeah…do it…fuck me,” Sean uttered as Tom moved down to penetrate his ass.

    As Tom pushed cock into Sean, Avery watched for they were so close he could reach out and touch them, if he so dared. Instead, he just kept his eyes on Tom’s cock sinking into Sean until hips blocked his view and he knew Sean had every inch.

    “Fuck,” Avery whispered as Tom began to fuck. The coffee scooted across the floor and Sean moaned whorishly with every plunge into his depths.

    “Avery…help me out,” Brent uttered, and Avery turned to see Brent’s jeans were bunched around his ankles and Ross was holding up his long cock, the head glistening wetly in the dim light. “Come on…don’t you want it?”

    Avery thought of all those late-night fantasies, the images he created when masturbating, and none compared to what was happening before his eyes. So much cock, all out in the open, and one was being offered to him.

    “Yes,” Avery whispered, going to his knees. He moved up between Brent’s legs, nervously sliding hands up each thigh until he was rubbing them over the bare stomach and chest. Ross tapped Brent’s cock against his face, then rubbed the head across his lips. Ross then rested a hand on his head, guiding him to the cock. It touched his lips, and he licked the head. The taste of it hit his system and he was dragging tongue down the shaft then back up until swirling around the head.

    “Fuck, that feels good,” Brent uttered laying back, watching Avery on his cock.

    Avery moved up till over the cock, the head at his lips and he let it slip between them and sink into his mouth as he moved down. He soon had a steady rhythm, up and down on Brent’s cock. The sound of fucking spurred him on, made him move wantonly, with a lust for another man like he had never felt before.

    “Fuck…stop…not yet” Brent uttered between gasps as he pushed Avery off his cock. It bobbed and flexed with his arousal, glistening wetly in Avery’s face. Avery saw Ross kissing Brent’s neck as Brent gasped for beath.

    “Avery, come here,” Cody whispered.

    Avery turned to see Louis facing the room, cock buried in his ass. Cody held him back, with feet up on the arms of the chair, spread wide, concealing nothing. Cody’s thick cock looked impossibly large inside Louis, and Avery watched Louis move his hips slowly, up then down, moaning in pleasure.

    Climbing to his feet and stumbling around the coffee table, he watched Tom fuck Sean, hips smacking against ass and the table screeching across the floor. He glanced back and saw Brent pushing Ross to his back while moving up between his legs.

    “Avery,” Cody whispered.

    Avery locked eyes with Cody as Louis slowly worked his ass up and down on Cody’s thick cock.

    “Put it in him,” Cody whispered.

    “What?” Avery asked, unsure he heard correctly.

    “Put your cock inside Louis…please.”

    “But you’re inside him and…”

    “Do it! Fuck me. Come on Avery, fuck me,” Louis exclaimed, and Avery heard the pleading tone.

    “Come on, Avery, take off your clothes and join us,” said Cody.

    Avery pulled the tank top off, dropping it on the floor. With eyes locked on the ass moving up and down on cock, he undid his jeans and worked everything down his legs. He struggled to free his legs but eventually tossed the jeans and boxers to the side. His own cock angled upward, hard, the head wet from drooling with his lust, his desire, this wanton hunger for another man. He moved between Cody’s legs and wondered if Louis was going to slide off Cody’s cock, or did he really mean for him to put his in next to it? It seemed impossible. That small ass could not possibly take the two of them. He wasn’t as thick as Cody, but still, his cock filled his hand nicely when he masturbated.

    “Fuck me. Come on, Avery, don’t make me beg,” Louis uttered as he stopped moving and lay back against Cody.

    Avery moved closer, pushing his cock down, aiming it Louis’ stretched hole. He put the head against Cody’s cock and pushed, letting it slide along the short-exposed length until he was pushing against Louis. He felt the resistance, the tightness of Louis’ opening, but suddenly he wanted it, this penetration, more than anything else in the world. He pushed harder and watched amazed as the head squeezed through the tight opening. It was almost unbearable. The tight opening squeezed down on the head of his cock as he pushed it into Louis.

    “FUCK,” Louis cried out.

    Avery saw how the small body shivered. Sweat beaded up on the chest and trickled down the flush face. Louis reached over his head and held to Cody. It stretched out the small body, showed the quivering muscular frame and caused Louis’ cock to flex while drooling. Avery pushed another inch into Louis and Cody moaned. Another inch and Cody got a chokehold on Louis. Avery felt Cody’s cock move against his own, tugging outward, then pushing back into Louis. He couldn’t hold back, had no control over himself, and he pushed inch after inch through the tight opening until nearly every inch of his cock was inside Louis. He stood in awe at how Louis had the two of them. Two cocks in that small ass. It aroused him to feel Cody’s cock moving against his own. He took Louis by the ankles and raised the legs up, bracing them against his shoulders as he began to move too. He tugged his cock outward, feeling every inch squeeze through the tightness. Cody moaned, he moaned, and Louis cried out.

    “Fuck…fuck me.”

    There was movement to his side, and Avery saw the others move next to them. Tom and Brent were half-hard, and it was obvious Sean and Ross had taken their loads. Sean and Ross were still aroused with desire.

    “Shit, Louis has both of them,” Tom uttered as they toyed with their own cocks.

    Avery felt their eyes on them, their stares at the place where two cock bore into one hole, and it increased his arousal for them to watch. He held Louis’ legs and moved with a greater urgency, driving cock into the depths of Louis as Cody tugged outward. The friction was unendurable, pushing him toward release faster than he thought possible. It was almost painful the way Louis’ tight ass gripped his cock as he piston through it. It was even more surprising to watch what happened next.

    Louis shuddered, then without touching his own cock, came. Cum erupted from it, spewing out thick wads that rained down on the small body as it shuddered with release.

    “Fucking hell,” Brent whispered.

    “Fuck,” Tom added.

    Sean couldn’t control himself and he leaned over and took the spurting cock, capturing the last of its load in his mouth. Then he moved to the stomach and began to lick up the cum as Avery and Cody pushed cock into Louis’ depths.

    Avery felt Louis’ hole spasm around his cock while coming, then he felt how Cody was jamming cock into him. It was frantic, no rhythm to the thrusts. Cody was just shoving inward, harder and harder, and Avery felt his own cock suddenly slide easily through Louis’ opening, now slick with Cody’s cum.

    It was too much. Too much stimulation. Avery began to thrust harder, then shuddered with release as he pumped his own cum inside Louis. Finally spent, suddenly aware of the sweat that covered his own body and how short of breath he felt, Avery eased his cock out of him. He was still hard, impossibly hard, and when he stepped back Sean was suddenly in front of him, on knees, sucking his slick wet cock.

    Glancing up, Avery watched Louis ease off Cody’s cock, then settle in his lap where the two of them watched Sean suck his cock. To his right, Brent was bent over taking Ross’ fuck. Avery watched Brent’s cock flop into view with every thrust inward and he wanted to feel what it was like, to take another man’s cock. He pushed Sean back and saw the surprised look, mouth open and panting for breath.

    “Fuck me?” Avery asked as he turned around and bent over. Looking over his right shoulder, he watched Sean stand, stroke his wet cock, then move to him. He looked down, then closed his eyes waiting for the penetration. It would be his first and he was nervous and scared and wanted it so bad he heard himself begging for it.

    “Come on, Sean, fuck me.”

    He felt the wet cock touch his ass, rake up and down it, then press against his opening. Then there was the pain of entry, the stretching of his virgin opening to another man, and he clinched his jaw and pushed back.

    Hands held Avery’s waist as cock began to piston inside his hole. A deep penetrating push inward then a tug outward until he felt the emptiness of its withdrawal and he began to push back as it sank into his depths again. He craved the fullness of each penetration. Sean’s pace increased until hips smacked against his ass and his cock flopped back and forth between his thighs. He liked the feel of it, the way it moved with their fuck, occasionally smacking wetly against his stomach or one thigh.

    “Avery,” someone called out and Avery looked up to see Brent before him, hard cock sticking out, and he let Brent move closer until he had it in his mouth. Brent pushed inward and pulled back and Avery knew by the extra legs in his view, Brent was working his ass on Ross’ cock. He heard the soft mutterings, the pleading and his own moans as cock bore into his depths and slid over his tongue.

    Brent came, his cock spurting out so much cum Avery nearly gagged on it as he tried to swallow all of it. Cum trickled down his chin as Brent pumped more and more into his mouth. Ross, then Sean cried out, and Avery felt the way Brent rocked forward roughly as Sean shoved cock into his depths.

    Avery stood among the guys and felt his own masculinity, the rawness of it as he felt cum trickle down one thigh and the taste of Brent’s cum still on his tongue. He was still hard, aroused with what he had done, and he began to stroke himself, openly, in front of the guys.

    “You horny bastard,” Cody jokingly exclaimed, and the others chuckled.

    Avery saw the smiling faces, and he found he liked them watching. He wondered about his roommate, if he could let Robert catch him masturbating in their dorm room, and if it would lead to something. He faced the guys as his hand moved slickly along his hard cock.

    “No…wait,” said Brent, pushing Avery’s hand off it.

    Brent led Avery to the sofa, guided him to lay down on his back and was soon straddling him. Avery watched as Brent took him in hand and eased down on his cock, letting it sink in his ass all the way. Brent didn’t hesitate to begin fucking himself, working his ass up and down. The sofa squeaked and rocked beneath them as Brent’s pace increased, grew more physical. Brent moved up and down faster and faster until sweat was trickling down his face and chest. He was breathing hard, panting for breath, but he didn’t slow. Leaning back on hands, Brent worked his ass up and down on Avery’s cock while his own flopped around.

    Avery watched the body moving on his cock, how the ass took him so easily. He gripped Brent’s ankles and held on until Brent pushed him to the point of release, and he shoved upward with each ejaculation until finally spent.

    The room was still dark, but some light bounced around the blanket used as a curtain. Avery stirred awake and was confused at first, for the room was wrong, the angle of light not right and even more confusing was the warm bodies next to him. Then he remembered, all of it and he relaxed in the embrace, smiling at what had happened the night before. Ross lay in front of him, so innocent looking in his sleep, an illusion that made him smile. He didn’t need to look around to know it was Brent behind him. He remembered how Sean and Tom left to go back to their place, and Cody led Louis to his room, then Brent and Ross led him to their room.

    He sat up and looked at the two guys either side of him, and knew they were more than roommates. He remembered how they kissed each other while the three of them showered before climbing in bed.

    Easing down the bed and off the foot of it, he walked back to the living room to find his clothes. The house was quiet, no one else awake. He saw the destruction they had wrought the night before. Empty glasses, plates with chips and snacks on side tables and clothes scattered everywhere. He picked up the clothes, laying the garments that were not his on the sofa. He giggled at the dried spots on the sofa remembering the sex on it, the last his own with Brent.

    Dressed, he searched for a piece of paper and pen. Someone’s composition notebook lay in the kitchen and he tore a page out, and wrote a quick note, leaving it on the dining table, then he eased out of the house, into the warmth of early morning.

    All week Avery thought of it, last weekend with the guys. He laughed out loud at the text messages from Brent and Ross and blushed till his face felt warm when he ran into Louis and Cody at the burger joint on Harding Avenue. They sat together and after a few insinuating remarks about the party, began to talk of classes, of the movie that was starting the next weekend and the latest from the White House, each shaking their heads at the banality of it. No one brought up the possibility of another party, and Avery was secretly glad, for he had another goal when it came to being with another guy.

    Friday night arrived and it was stormy, a front moving through bringing thunder, lightning and heavy rain. The dorm was quiet, voices muted, as guys moved from room to room. Avery came from the lobby after checking his mail and saw a lot of the guys were settled in for the night. There were video games, movies or some just sitting in small groups listening to music. Back in his room, one that felt like it was his alone, Robert gone so often, he left the overhead light off and went to his bed. With music playing softly in the background he slid his backpack from under his bed to retrieve the book he was reading. A purchase from the bookstore in town he had kept hidden from Robert. It was stories about the experiences of gay men, and how they met their first partner or boyfriend or had a simple hookup. It wasn’t overtly sexual, but the descriptions were enough to arouse him, to make his cock grow hard when a story described the sex between two characters.

    Dressed in only a tank top and boxers, it was easy for Avery to free his cock. He simply tossed the tank top on the floor and pushed his boxers down his legs. He continued reading, how the character David moved to Tyler, touching the bare chest, stomach, then the cock. It made his own flex and he found himself masturbating. He stroked slowly, wanting it to last. He wanted to feel himself aroused and wanted to see how long he could make that state last. He tortured himself, getting so close time and time again, only to stop, letting his arousal subside. He let his cock loose some of its hardness, then he would toy with it again. Before long, his hand was moving wetly along the hard shaft.

    He was consumed by the story, the events unfolding, that he didn’t hear the music playing, nor the key in the lock and the latch releasing. He didn’t hear Robert step into the room, who upon seeing him naked and masturbating, eased the door shut. He didn’t hear Robert ease to the foot of his bed, wet backpack gently placed on the floor, but he saw the movement, the body come into the light from the lamp.

    “Fuck!” Avery exclaimed, grabbing for the blanket to conceal himself, only to realize it was out of reach. He lay exposed, cock hard, wet, flexing with his arousal. He finally gave up, realized the futility of it and looked up at Robert.

    Robert was wet, black hair hanging around his head. The white t-shirt was transparent, and Avery saw the dark nipples, and with it clinging wetly to the body, the muscular form of it. Then he saw the look, one he recognized. One of longing. Of desire. But also, of confusion and fear.

    “Robert, I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d be back tonight.”

    “I…I…had a jury this afternoon and…some of us…went to dinner after…”

    “Jury?”

    “We…presented our projects…where we are currently in our design.”

    “I see.”

    “You were…” Robert stammered, and Avery saw his eyes go the book, one he had been hiding from him.

    “I should get dressed,” Avery uttered in a low voice, for he didn’t know how to take the next step with Robert, how to insinuate his willingness. He eased up, reaching down to the foot of the bed, running his hand under the blanket searching for his boxers. Robert moved closer and he felt a hand rest on his shoulder.

    “You don’t have to get dressed,” Robert whispered, and Avery heard the nervousness.

    “I don’t?” Avery asked, and he watched Robert shake his head.

    “You want to sit down with me?” Avery asked, sliding over.

    He watched Robert start to ease down next to him, then stop, standing up straight. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Robert wasn’t going to do it, and Avery felt a disappointment that was centered in his chest.

    “I’m wet,” said Robert.

    Avery wanted to say he was too but refrained. He realized what was holding Robert back, and he eased to his knees on the bed and faced him.

    “We just need to get you out of these clothes. Okay?”

    Avery watched Robert nod his head, and he reached out, taking the t-shirt by the hem and lifted it up. Robert raised his arms and let him remove it. Standing submissively, Robert just watched Avery undo his jeans, pull the zipper down and start working them down.

    Robert seem to awake from his stupor and removed his jeans. Then he removed the white boxer-briefs, tossing them on the floor with his other garments. He was half-hard, cock rising upward as it grew thicker and longer. The black pubic hair fanned out over it and both legs were lightly dusted with black hair.

    Avery put his hands on the thighs and ran his hands upward, lightly grazing the skin, feeling the soft hairs tickle his palms. He slipped them around the waist and held each ass cheek as he pulled Robert forward until he was able to bend down and take his cock. He didn’t toy with it, but took every inch he could, afraid of Robert having second thoughts about what they were doing. But hands rested on his shoulders and he heard the soft exhale as Robert let him suck.

    “Fuck…Avery…” Robert uttered in a low voice as he grew rock hard in Avery’s mouth.

     Robert filled Avery’s mouth, grew thick, making him struggled to take all of it, but he didn’t let the struggle stop him. He worked his mouth on Robert’s cock until it moved slickly through his lips. He felt fingers dig into his shoulders and knew he was pushing Robert to the brink of release. It was too soon. Pulling back, he let Robert slip from his mouth and watched the thick cock bob up and down in his face. Looking up, he saw the lust, the desire, almost pleading in expression.

    “Robert, get on the bed,” Avery whispered.

    Avery watched Robert get on his back next to him. He moved between the legs and suppressed the urge to smile as Robert lifted them to his shoulders.

    “You want me?” Avery uttered.

    “Yes,” Robert replied.

    Avery moved up closer, and toyed with the hard cock, raked fingers over the tightening sac, down to the wrinkled tight opening. He rubbed it until he felt Robert push against his finger, then he penetrated him. Slowly, he eased one finger inside Robert, then two, and finally three, stretching the tight opening until he fingers moved easily within it.

    “Avery…please…fuck me,” Robert exclaimed, and Avery put his cock to Robert’s opening and pushed.

    Avery moved over Robert. He wanted to be on top, to be close enough they could kiss. He didn’t know if Robert would let him do something so intimate, but as he pushed thighs against chest, Robert’s ass angled up for his cock. He leaned down and kissed the neck, up along the side of it to Robert’s face. As he moved along the smooth jaw, feeling some stubble right along the lower edge of it, Robert turned to him and pressed their lips together. They kissed passionately as Avery held Robert’s wrists down on the bed and pumped cock into his depths.

    Avery fucked to feel his cock inside of Robert, to feel the tight opening milk his shaft as he piston through it and to feel the soft heat of the hole when penetrating it fully. Increasing in pace until bodies smacked together and the bed squeaked beneath them, Avery struggled to maintain control, wanting their fuck to last for long as possible. He undulated on top of Robert, kept their bodies pressed together savoring the feel of it. The slickness of sweaty skin against sweaty skin, and the shared heat of the contact. Hands moved to his ass, cupping each cheek as he heard Robert uttering soft pleadings for him to fuck harder.

    Robert shuddered beneath him, cried out, then Avery felt the hot cum pooling between them as Robert’s cock flexed against his stomach. He kept fucking, letting the slick cum smear between them. The smell of it filled the room, an overpowering male scent that spoke to their sex. He pushed inward, all the way and shuddered with his own release.

    They lay in Avery’s bed, legs intertwined and Robert resting his head on Avery’s chest, fingers lightly rubbing his stomach. Avery giggled when Robert circled his navel, and he leaned up and kissed him.

    “I didn’t think…I wasn’t around much, and you seemed not to notice me and…”

    “What are you trying to say?” asked Avery.

    “I’m glad I caught you and you were willing to be with me.”

    Avery exhaled as he chuckled softly. “That’s funny.”

    “Funny? Why is it funny?”

    “I wasn’t even sure you were gay. You’re out so much and…I just wasn’t sure you would even consider it.”

    “What will the guys on the floor say if they find out?”

    “Who cares,” Avery replied defiantly.

    Avery ran a hand down Robert’s stomach till he was toying with his cock. He felt it thicken in his hand and he kept manipulating it until it was rock hard.

    “Avery…” Robert uttered.

    Avery rolled him to his back and moved on top. He rubbed his ass over the thick cock, felt it fill the space between his thighs and press against his hole until he couldn’t take it. He rose on knees and held Robert up. He saw Robert watching him, eyes wide, as he moved down. He felt the wide blunt head touch him, then press against his tightness. He worked his ass over the head until it was wet then he let his weight carry him down. Down until that thick cock spread him open and penetrated him. Then he rode Robert, physical in his movements. It was an urgent fuck, one with bodies on the break of exhaustion, but still finding the energy for one more time. Avery took his own cock in hand, and in rhythm with their fuck, stroked it.

    All too soon, Avery felt his release, the surge of it as his cock flexed thickly in his hand. He cried out and sat hard on Robert’s cock as his own spewed cum across Robert’s face, chest and stomach. He kept moving, up and down so roughly the bed squeaked in protest, until fingers dug into his thighs and Robert was shoving upward nearly rocking him off.

    “Fuck…I’m coming,” Robert exclaimed as he shuddered with every release.

    “Avery kept moving until Robert was spent, then he collapsed on top of him, breathing hard.

    The guys were crowded around the table. There was eight of them, all sated from a heavy dinner of bar-be-cue. Empty glasses and beer bottles littered the table, their plates already taken away. The semester was nearing its end, and they would soon be off for the summer.

    Avery squeezed Robert’s hand under the table when someone asked them again about their summer plans, four weeks in Italy and Greece allowing Robert to study the old architecture of the regions. It had been Robert’s idea, and for weeks he had hinted at Avery going with him, but not until he laid out an itinerary did Avery realize how serious he had been. There would be two weeks at home, then they would fly to Atlanta, Avery from Mobile and Robert from Nashville, where they would board the overseas flight to Rome.

    The others talked of their summer plans, the arrangements to get together and how they would pass the summer. Avery listened, noticing how the six guys seemed to be forming relationships, settling down from their rowdiness. Sean with Tom, Cody with Louis, and Ross with Brent. He thought of all the times one or the other dismissed such a notion, claimed they would settle down sometime in the future, but he had seen the bravado dissipate. He knew from visits with the guys for a cookout or just to hang out and watch a movie, what the sleeping arrangements were in the house. Brent’s clothes scattered around in Ross’s room, and Louis staying at the house all the time, even though he pretended it was just for a night or two. And Sean and Tom were always together when they came over.

    For Avery, there was Robert. Although he spent long nights in the studio, he was around their dorm room more often than he had before. Many a night, Avery heard him come in late and ease into their bed, snuggling up against him.

    And there were nights, sometime in the middle of the A.M. hours when the dorm was quiet, that Avery or Robert initiated sex, manipulated, and toyed with the other until aroused and unable to hold back. They would move against each other, naked, warm body undulating against warm body. Robert would pull Avery on top, or Avery would push him down on the bed, or Avery would roll to his stomach, or…

    In the silence of the dorm, anyone awake and near their room could hear the cries, the moans and squeaking bed, and they could hear one or the other cry out.

    “Fuck.”


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